NPC Rourke's page

Rourke stops laughing and those observing him can see a flash of fear cross his face. "Ay, now, no need for that. We's mates, yeah?" Rourke stands back up on the branch and clings to the trunk with one arm. "I told yeh, I didn't thief nothin'! Look now, see..." he hesitates. "If you're looking for a where, you could try that big house across the way, the one that looks like it's seen better days next to the Lich. That's really all I can say, and I've said too much already."

Rourke jumps to the next tree and calls down, "Be a good lad and stop chasing me, would you?!" He jumps to another tree and almost falls, barely catching himself on a branch and pulling himself up, clearly rattled. After a moment, he disappears into the foliage.

"Having some trouble?" Rourke laughs as he watches Ulrich attempt to climb the tree, one hand holding his side, the other clinging to a branch as he cautiously peeks down. "What are you going to do with that, mate?" he asks, his laughter starting to die down.

"Haha! Hahaha! What ahahaha! a great cover ahahahaha! that would hahaha make ahahahahaha! Mate! Ahahahahaha!" Rourke struggles to say through his magic-induced laughter.

Unless anyone wants to try something while Rourke is laughing in the tree, the spell ends within a round aka 6 seconds.

Rourke bursts out laughing, his expression somewhat confused, and unceremoniously plops onto the branch, laying on it precariously with his forced mirth rocking his frame back and forth. It's a wonder he doesn't plummet from his perch.

Rourke looks nervously around. "Oh, they's trout, alright. Then again, haven't met a guard yet who didn't want to lord 'is power over you. The one who lords the most power is Hurst. Branson is his mate, and Camden is the real quiet one. Ee only really ever follows orders. They all answer to the mayor. That should be fairly obvious."

When Scribbles approaches, he looks down sharply. "Aye, I'm ve'mently persistent. I'm innocent and bein' attacked 'ere. If I accused you, would you lie down an' take it? You may be small, but surely yar not stupid."

"Do you 'ave any proof you're not involved, little one? Or what about him?" he asks, pointing at Ulrich. "Maybe all of you together? You lot came running out of there with your collective heels on fire. Do you have any proof I was even in the Lich? As for me goods, they turn out to be useful for many sitch-ee-ations."

Rourke moves around, branch to branch, trying to keep the most distance away from Ulrich while Ulrich matches him on the ground.

"Why d'ya ask again?" Rourke asks in frustration. "I already told you, I didn't steal anythin'. Well, I guess I did steal me brother's belt a few years back, but ee's dead now, so that hardly counts."

I'm going to say that with Ulrich's repeated questioning and the fact that he is focused on Rourke's reaction, his Sense Motive would be the equivalent of taking 10 since there are no immediate threats either.

"I am certain to run fast when there's a group of angry folk storming out of the Lich. And I runs even faster when they continue to follow."