Rufus the Cunning's page

There is a backdoor, but it's single file entry. We lost the element of surprise long ago, so we might as well go through the front door. At least we can use a two by two formation that plays to our strengths. That said, I will abide by the group's decision.

Go ahead Bolger. The rest of us are right behind you.

I stay in formation, waiting expectantly for the others to start moving out behind Bolger.

To Ketill: I thought behaving like robbers is exactly what the Lady wants us to do. She told us to "procure" copies of his research and a sample of the aureolyte.

To Bolger: I agree. We knocked to announce our presence and received no reply. Whether the door is locked or not, we ought to circle around the manor as a group and study the lay of the land.

Well, what are you all waiting for? If we've been spotted by someone who means us harm, we best be quick on our feet. The longer we wait, the longer they can prepare. If someone can give me a boost, I'll knock myself.

I lead my donkey up the path with Seinto and Orik and knock on the door.

Someone help me get these everburning torches out of their sconces. I'm sure our host won't mind if we borrow them for awhile.

I grab one of the torches.

To Ketill: I think he said something about a goat... Wondrous creatures, but keep them away from your garden.

To the party: Something is wrong here. It's too quiet. I have a feeling our knock won't be answered, but let us try anyway.

We should move in disciplined formation. Meatsh... er, noble warriors in front--Orik, Seinto. I will travel in the second rank. You three should arrange yourselves appropriately. I wave to the remaining Pathfinders. [/b]Miregrold is a scoundrel and there is no telling what he will do if he suspects that we're spying on him. Keep your eyes open and be discreet. Let us approach when everyone is ready.[/b]

I arrange myself in formation and scan the surrounding area for suspicious activity. Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Knowledge (geography) untrained 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

To the Venture Captain: It sounds like you are just as much in the dark as we are. Very well, I am ready to deliver the transfer orders and investigate this Skeldon Miregold.

To the other Pathfinders: I am Rufus Rufinus by name, master of reality by profession. Pleased to meet you, I am sure. I say with an absentminded air.

Checking in here...

Your Name: Sanford Geoffrey
Your Character's Name: Rufus Rufinus
Your Character's PFS Number: # 152514-5
Faction: Scarab Sages

Knowledge: Local Check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Do we have permission to enter the Manor? Are there any guards to deal with--either Skelton's guards or the Town guards? What do you mean by Dark Denizens and Darklands?