"By all means go ahead, big guy," Kerda encourages, waving him on. Meatshield number one selected.
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Smaller single door. Farther to the northern side of the map.
Kerda leads them down to the door she had previously opened, wincing a bit at the difference in noise level this time. Stopping at the still partially open door, Kerda gestures toward it. "One by the kids and one on the walkway above."
So, those definitely aren't their kids, Kerda thinks to herself. Slipping away back up the stairs, Kerda rounds the front the building where the others are still being indecisive. "Hey, you lot. There's an open for you downstairs. Seems to be where their using some kids for labor. Might want to check it out," Kerda says, leaning against the building as she waits for them.
There we go, Kerda thought, pleased with herself. No lock is going to stop me. Kerda nudges the door open slowly to see inside and figure out the situation.
Sounds like something interesting is going on down here, Kerda thinks. But what to do about it? The others would probably rush down if they knew, but there was no way she'd let them know she couldn't pick the lock. One more time.
Curious, Kerda passes up the large loading doors and makes her way down the stairs without trying to make too much noise. Reaching the bottom, Kerda will try to pick the lock on the door while listening for any noises from the inside.
While the others continue to ponder, Kerda continues on around, looking for any possible entrances on the left side of the building, from windows to makeshift holes.
Don't worry too much about a lootless party. While I love RPing a greedy thief, I at least know how to pull the reins enough so that everyone enjoys the game. Mostly it was a joke, though, since Kerda usually won't take much initiative until a goal is in sight, gets bored, or there's gold involved.
Kerda would be happy to act as scout for the group. Just be ready for bodies and empty treasure chests as you catch up.
Tired of standing around, Kerda heads toward the left side of the building. Maybe there's something left lying around over here.
Kerda keeps her knives ready, though hidden just under the hem of her sleeves. This group is jumpier than an urchin doing his first heist.
As with most things, this complicated situation can be easily remedied. Light the place up and sift through the ashes for what remains.
Seeing the group start to move into action over a dog, Kerda simply watches, raising an eyebrow. "And there goes any attempt at asking for the gold politely. So if we kill them all, does it still count as stealing?"
Does Shotaro's strike hit and defeat it, and are we doing block init (enemies, then pcs, then enemies, etc)?
When Kerda realizes the door won't open, she briefly considers working on the hinges before a loud racket from around front stops her. Kerda frowns and pulls out her dagger. The holy men blew our cover, didn't they? Quite annoyed, Kerda quickly moves back around the building to see what is going on.
"I'll handle this." And then, she disappeared into thin air. First 20! Yes!
Kerda glares at at the two tag-a-longs, especially at the tiptoeing woman that was somehow making more noise than the blind man. "Really? Blind Bob is doing better than you, and he's not trying. Just stop. I'll handle this side." And with that declaration, Kerda makes her way to the door as if floating silently on air.
So much easier on my own. Plus, I can probably pocket a few extra sails this way before the holy guard decides to finally enter the hut. Reaching the door on the side, Kerda carefully listens for any noise.
"So we're just here for the sails, right? Let's get them and get out," Kerda says, gesturing toward the front doors. "I'm going to a look around back." Kerda begins to head toward the walkway around the right side of the building.
"Well isn't this the nice little shack," Kerda comments dryly as she quickly gets out of the stuffed carriage. She keeps her knife in hand as she looks about for anything unusual.
It's small, faint, and barely perceptible, but a small smile tugs at the edges of Kerda's mouth as she continues to file her nails.
Giving in to temptation, Kerda pulls out a dagger. "I stab annoying people," Kerda answers as she focuses on filing her nails with it.
Kerda returns the looks she receives without pause. Three hours, and that's just to the first stop. Kerda resists the urge to pull out her dagger and mess with it to pass the time. Maybe we'll get lucky and get ambushed soon.
"A job. As long as I get paid, it doesn't matter much to me," Kerda replies honestly.
"Use a different window," Kerda snaps after yet another intrusion into her personal space as the woman repeatedly leans in the window. Expendable. They're all definitely expendable.
Oh, but it is, Kerda thinks wryly to herself. Fuller wouldn't have sent her otherwise.
(Earlier) "Hey sis. I'm Adelita. What's the gig?" Kerda gives her a long, hard stare from the inside of her black cloak's hood before replying, "Catherine, but most call me Kerda." More like everyone. Let's hope no one's met this Catherine before. Thankfully, the queen enters before the nosy woman can ask more. As the queen orders the place barred, Kerda lightly touches the dagger she still had hid, but doesn't end up needing it. This is quite an interesting sort of events. I have a long report ahead of me. As they head out for the carriage, Kerda makes sure to sit against a wall, at least limiting the space in which these creatures can be near her. When the man across from her starts prattling to himself, Kerda inwardly sighs. This is going to be a long trip.
It just happens. In fact, I've felt that way most of my social life. I'm playing it off as the fact that Kerda wasn't the original recipient of the letter, as long as that's fine.
Kerda opens the door to the small room and strides in, her eyes darting around despite knowing the room well. Sitting behind a deceitful plain desk is Fuller, her mentor of sorts in the guild. "We have a mission for you ready." Kerda waits silently for him to continue. Fuller picks up a sealed scroll and hands it over to her. The seal is unbroken, but Kerda knows that doesn't mean anything for them. "The king has made a summons for a number of certain individuals. The fact is, this summons is completely unexpected, and something might be going on. We want you to join the group and keep tabs on what he has them do. Also, they might think your name is actually Catherine." Nodding, Kerda leaves with the scroll in hand. Opening it up on the way, Kerda quickly picks out the details. Crimson Throne. Four past noon. Also, the letter did indeed refer to its recipient as Catherine. Kerda sighs. I hate acting.
As long as Kerda gets her share as well.
Good for PS. Could be sent in by the thieves' guild to find out what the Society's planning.
I tried to find an avatar that could conceivably be that thing's twin, but he's too ugly. Couldn't do it. "Are you Argil or Clydwell? Can't tell you apart."
Google slides and group init work for me.
Walmart employee with little responsibility. While I could get away with being on my phone all day like some of my fellow associates, I have a better work ethic than that. I found pathfinder from a introductory course they hosted in the library when I was 12. Been playing with the guys down at the shop since. Moved recently, but my GM told me of the messageboards, so here I am to scratch my pathfinder itch.
Haha. Given how life has treated him, and how he makes up for it with attempts at a controlling presence, he will likely have the horrible attitude and abrasiveness of personality to match the face. Our half orcs may still have a good cop/bad cop thing going on.It's going to be a challenge for NPCs and party members to push past that, but will be interesting if they can.I literally have no reason to judge you, since I have no ability to see your mug, despite how butt-ugly it might be! :P Kerda usually thinks of most men as equally ugly, but she might just concede the point of most ugly to him. She'll probably enjoy his presence more than the others, though, if he's the bad cop. awesome! I wanna know about you guys personally a little more. Little about you and what times and days are good for your to play on I'm a third shifter, but with time zones as they are, it might not mean much. However, I can usually check the thread at least a few times a day, and I even have a bluetooth keyboard for my phone for mobile typing (no ranks in the txting skill slot). I'm also usually able to post on weekends.
I'm good with Varisia. I love the cultural aspects, and also know that area the best.
Dotting in real quick. |