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"No. Why would I? We've never been fishing!"

"If you can't levitate 'em out the water, I guess we're gonna need to climb back up and go fetch a net..."

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Once the rats are all burned and crispy, Tarjun goes from one corpse to another to collect the tails. "Yuck. It stinks!"

Tarjun sees Clara walk into the darkness, and raises an eyebrow - but since he can't exactly keep playing and shout out for Clara at the same time, he chooses to trust her.

Anyway, better she get bitten than him.

Unsure of his ability to charm rats - but ever the optimist -, Tarjun takes out his willow flute and begins to play a slow, rhythmic melody that reverbates in the tunnels.

Perform (wind instruments): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Hey, no more city, no more city rats. Problem solved :P

"Welp. They don't look that aggressive. And I ain't gonna whack them one by one."

"I'm not sure they like the flute? I think there was a story about that one guy that played some tune to the rats and then led them outta town and then drowned 'em."

"Shit. Maybe it needed a bigger flame?" Tarjun follows suit.

Tarjun leans in to look down the tunnel. "Yuck! It stinks!!"
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Knowledge (dungeoonering): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

"Sounds like there's a hell lot of them." He sniffs. "Bet there's enough gaz in there to make 'em go 'boom' with a hot enough flame."

"Bwerf. What are we gonna do with rat heads for the whole night?"

"You sure you wanna do this now?"

"Damn, I had forgotten about the rats. Sure. How many of them can there be??"

"We could maybe ask Donna to lend you a scarf or somethin'. That's the closest you gonna get."

"What?? I can make you the pipe, and maybe a monocle out of wood. But where in the hells are we gonna find the rest??" Tarjun scratches his head. "Ask our hosts!!"

"No problem, hahaha! Sure, we'll definitely talk to our parents. That we do have. Somewhere nearby," Tarjun begins to slooowly walk away. "See you tomorrow guys!!!"

I rolled a Perception check earlier, but it was a 2 - probably he didn't look very well x)

I assumed the boards were not right in front of his nose and he would go around the building to sneak in, but given how consistently terrible his rolls have been for this entire scene - yea he probably didn't think it through. I'm fine with it.

"Look, I really wanted to check inside, okay? I'm super curious about the whole thing." Tarjun really does look like the kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"Okay, okay, geez!" Tarjun lets go of the board and steps back. "No need to cry bloody murder, okay? I was just curious."

Tarjun will try to remove the boards - both swiftly and quietly.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 4 = 10

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Tarjun doesn't actually know much about laws - much less about the laws of this particular city. He's pretty sure that going somewhere you're not supposed to be can't be as bad as pushing a grandma in the street, though.

Intelligence: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"I'd say not very smart. What if we just remove some boards and crawl in?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

"That's not a crime!" Tarjun protests - not really more quietly. "It's an infraction, at most."

While Jewel talks to the guard, Tarjun looks around for a way in.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

"Maybe we could sneak in? If we could climb up to a window, or somethin'..."

"Do you seriously just want to stand on street corners and play tunes hoping that people will throw coins at you for the rest of your life?"

"Yes. Duh. Wouldn't it be glorious if things just worked out that way."

"Anyway, let's go check that art studio, since it's apparently my new workplace or somethin'."

"The painter who was killed in her workshop! Come on, follow a little!"

"But why would you need to write even eight pages just to tell people not to do harmful stuff? It's silly," Tarjun shrugs. "Really ain't for me at all, I guess."

"So what's next? Do we go back to the murder thing?"

Tarjun waits until they are well out of earshot to guffaw. "That'd be the first time anyone walls ya devoted to anything!"

Tarjun completely ignores the ongoing religious debate to focus on the possibility of fighting off zombies and skeletons. "Wow!!! And who could make that kind of weapon? I'm more specialized in staves," he shows off a few moves with his club to drive the point home.

"Cryptstone? What's that? Like, does it come from graveyards and stuff?" Tarjun looks completely lost. "Why would you wanna make weapons from it?"

"Aw, come on, girls. It's just some piece of rock. It ain't dangerous," Tarjun shrugs, the appeal and concept of magical components being lost on it. "But sure - let's ask who might be interested in some gem."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Tarjun didn't think of air drying, and it's only when Brett discovers the puddles of water around the house that the boy is forcibly pushed out.

For a moment, he looks at Clara, mocking but silent. Then he calls out: "waiting for the wind to knock you off that post?"

"You didn't pee in it, did you?"

"No," Tarjun replies very sincerely, and with more than a bit of pride. "They wanted me to have a real wash, right? So I did."

Given how he looked before, it's entirely possible that he's telling the truth. All that grime sure had to go somewhere. "Don't baby Clara too much!" he cries out to his sister as she heads to the tub room.

Another cries behind the closer door: "Aw, come oooon!"

Tarjun stares at the empty tub - then an idea finally hits him. Summoning several little rainclouds, he fills up the tub with clear water, and duly takes his bath. Cast Create Water

When he gets out, he is much cleaner, and smiles at Clara like a cat who's just got the cream and a canary to spread it on. "Your turn!"

The water in the tub is... a sight. Possibly an entire batallion just had their annual bath in that tub after returning from the war. It's hard to say.

Tarjun stares at Brett, mouth agape. "Hey! I don't stink! At least no more than you..."

Still, after a few minutes of back-and-forth, he finally understands that he cannot win, and stomps off grumpily to the tub room. Clara has already locked herself, and the perspective of getting murky water does nothing to improve his mood. "Well hurry up then, so I can get this over with!" he cries from behind the door.

"A bath??" Tarjun widens his eyes, and nearly drops his pipe. "Hey now, no need to threaten kids this way! We had a bath last week! We're fine!"

"So... We do nothing until tomorrow then?" Tarjun almost seems disappointed. It sounded like the start of something interesting to keep them busy for the day. "'Cept sell our stuff?"

"Do we need to follow a trail of paint to find the murderer?? Oh wait. You said there weren't any tracks."

"Then we need to investigate the crime scene!" Tarjun pulls a wooden pipe out of the recesses of his pockets, and smokes imaginary tobacoo. "Perhaps talk to anyone who'd know if there was someone after her. And check where that paint's coming from!"

"Murdered??? You mean, by an assassin??" Tarjun's jaw drops. "Can't say I've seen someone murdered before, actually... Well, especially not in paint. That's new!"

"But, er... You mean she had enemies? I reckon someone must have held quite a grudge, to kill her like that..."

Tarjun peers at Brett's face. "Thanks for the rundown, boss, but er... You sure you're alright? You look awful. No offense meant."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Only for the weapons. A long stick ain't hard to find!" Tarjun speaks with absolute confidence, having only grown up in the countryside.

"Perhaps we could steal - I mean, borrow one... Just for a few minutes! Or should we fetch our ol' rowboat?"

Tarjun's disappointed frown at Jewel declining to pocket the mirror turns into a grimace. "Let me get some more stones."

A drenched - but smiling - Tarjun breaks the surface, and waves at his sister. "Oy, Jewie! We found some stuff!!"

Once laid down on the pier, the 'treasure' doesn't account for much. Besides the gems, the most impressive find is probably the little mirror. "This one looks nice," Tarjun says, pointing at the looking-glass. "Jewie, you could keep it as a souvenir. I don't think I'd have a use for it. And Clara knows she looks fine anyway. Besides, she can keep a gem."

Bluff (so Clara doesn't claim the nice mirror :P: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Edit: Bwahahahaha!!!!

Thanks for covering for me! I'm visiting family until the end of the week, so posting may still be a bit choppy. I'm catching up though!

This time, Tarjun is able to sink below the surface of the water. Once he's there, he actually does a much better job at swimming.

Swim: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

The problem is that he starts gesturing wildly at Clara - though what he means exactly is hard to say. He seems to want to draw her attention to the water itself?

Intelligence: 1d20 ⇒ 13

"If there's anything if those waters trying to bite her, I'd feel more sorry for the fishes."

"Shit, this is harder than it looks like!" Tarjun gets out of the water and shakes himself off - though it does nothing for his wounded pride.

I was sure I had some skill points in Swim... Guess I confused him with another character! xD

"Nah, I don't have a spear... And I ain't going nowhere!" he snaps back at the dockers.

Tarjun comes back with no further information on how to equip himself to dive. He shrugs. "Well, here goes nothin'." He removes his shoes and his tunic, and sets down his backpack. He's not wearing his armor, ofc

He only takes his club with him to dive and check the first ship.

Swim: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"Whaddaya mean, 'indisposed'?! You better not be 'indisposed' if I'm fighting for my life down there!"

"Anyway, don't those workers have some diving equipment we can use? I'll have a look around."

Tarjun wanders around the docks, looking for something that might be of use, and trying to ask the few workers not carrying cargo who'd stop to answer his questions.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

"Welp. I can swim alright. But how we gonna stay underwater for more than a minute or two?"

Hi everyone!

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"Me neither! Do you think he looks like a fishy?"

"Will do!" Tarjun shouts back. He turns to Clara and Jewel. "Guess we start from there and go see the Undine?"

"Avoid big evil ghost at the bottom of the ocean. Gotcha," Tarjun says hurriedly. "Thanks Silas! We'll see what we can do," he heads out to catch up with Clara before she can wander off.

"Geez, you gotta stop starting beef with everyone you meet. I know he's been a bit awkward - but we're just kids."