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"Crap, better take care of this fast!"

Ten-Penny lets go of the cart, and quickly moves towards the Mirror Man, drawing both her Short Swords in the process. She then tries to stab the Mirror Man right in his mirror face.

Short Sword: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 and 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 sneak (piercing)
Debilitating Injury set to Disoriented: For one round, the target takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls. The target takes a -4 penalty on all attack rolls it makes against me.

Towards the Goblin:

"He said we're allowed to take stuff from weaklings, so I guess their gear is now ours."

Ten-Penny then gathers the Goblin's gear, moves towards the cart, and gears up with her own gear. "Aaahh, much better!"

While moving the cart through the alleys of the town:
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
"Say Reingeirr, you see the the hooded person present in that alleyway?" Ten-Penny whispered. Friend or Foe?"

So I was waiting for the voice of mercy (Giacomo) to say something, but it seems the little man was completely caught off-guard by the sudden explosion of violence, and hasn't had time to compose himself afterwards. Poor Gobbo... your life will be relatively shorter than those of other Gobbo's.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 4 = 22 I'm bigger, hence the +4

This Goblin might be very happy that Ten-Penny understands that language.

"This one surrenders!" Ten-Penny shouts as she holds on to the squirming Goblin.

"What do we want to do with this one? Question him, knock him out, glue him to the wheel of our cart?"

Bombs?!? That's very dangerous! Ten-penny realizes this Goblin has to be taken out, stat. She moves over to this ringleader (Goblin G) and tries to put him in a headlock.

Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
This provokes, as I do not have the feat. Any damage this one might do on his AoO is substracted from my grapple roll.

Ten-Penny gets stabbed by the #2, but is quickly healed by Giacomo.

Feint: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 for 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 non-lethal and a potential 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7 sneak damage. this provokes
Debilitating injury set at Disoriented: The target takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls. In addition, the target takes an additional –2 penalty on all attack rolls it makes against me.

Ten-Penny then 5ft steps towards Giacomo, hoping to shield him from the other goblins.

Where is Caladan at the moment? I do not see him on the map.[/dice]

Ten-Penny takes quite some hits, as she is not wearing any armor [ooc]and I doubt I'm wearing my deflection ring and amulet. But seeing that the little tykes are attacking from a distance, Ten-Penny suddenly steps extremely near to them (5ft step, no longer threatened by the Horsechoppers). She then quickly pretends to hit Goblin #1 in the face, and when he flinches, she instead punches him in the gut.

Two-Weapon Feint: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 for 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 non-lethal and a possible 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 sneak attack (also non-lethal)
Debilitating Injury set at Hampered: All of the target’s speeds are reduced by half (to a minimum of 5 feet). In addition, the target cannot take a 5-foot step.

Ten-Penny then shoutes to the rest: "They want the fish!"

"Leave us be, you little pests! Or we'll have the Winter Wolves gobble you all up!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 4 = 25 the +4 because I'm bigger ;)

Ten-penny then helps Gondork push forth the load of fish, as far away from the tykes as possible.

I do not know who or what is throwing junk at us, but maybe we can shout them away? I'm up for a try if you are.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

As we're slavefolk at the moment, Ten-Penny keeps her mouth shut, hoping that Reingirr remembers he has Ten-Penny's forgery if he need to wave with something.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Ten-Penny whispers to Giacomo: "Hey Giacomo, it seems that Ringeirr is trying to convince Nadya to stay here with her children. She seems undecided though... I rather not pull another person into this trip of ours, and her plans for revenge might become her death, leaving her kids without a mother."

Ten-Penny sinks into thoughts. "Normally, I would convince people to do something by being very direct. However, I do not want to look ungrateful towards the things she has already done for us. I think you would be able to get the concern across far better than I do. What do you think about this?"

Sorry, was a bit distracted by real life

After a while, Ten-Penny gets the chest open. She decides to not stop Ringeirr with getting his own equipment back. He probably needs it to smuggle us in. Then, sparkling stuff catches Ten-Penny's eyes. She grabs the Rubies and closely examines them.
Appraise Rubies: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
"I'd say these are worth approximately 50 gp each. We have four of them, so an easy 200 gp"

She then shifts her attention towards the mirror.
Appraise Mirror: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
"Oooh, this one is nice! Silver grip, finely detailed print... I'd wager we could get 100 gp for this one!"

The potential magic stuff is placed in the capable hands of whoever can identify these.

I already thought that he must have had something to loot, but decided against it while portraying Inquisitor Jala. It would have seemed quite awkward to do at the moment, but I'm happy to have teammates that find their inner rogue when I distract someone.

"I can do that. Let's see what that weasel was collecting, shall we?"
Disable Device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

EDIT:
"Huh, that is peculiar... This lock should have opened by now..."

I'm assuming that it isn't enough. If I'm allowed another shot (aka, didn't ruin the lock), then I'll try again.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

"We are, you nitwit!"

"Well Miss High and Mighty, what is YOUR ingenious plan..."

"I meant that I want to have some sort of papers if we get checked before we make it to forger. Not another plan to get in, 'cause that is why we have you."

I do not have any purchases, for as far as I know.

Back again

Info for our GM: Starting today, there is a Con here in the Netherlands. I'll be attending, and it will therefore be unlikely for me to post here on the thread.

"I don't mind making a delivery of food in exchange for you being our guide and introducing us to the forger. What does the rest think?"

Ten-Penny then sits down at a table and gathers some writing equipment.
"What I do mind, however, is entering the city without a back-up plan. Although I prefer the forgery made by a pro, we can't get that before we enter the city somewhere. Therefore, I will try to make us a one which wil have to make due before we reach this "Mortin". That way, we might have more of a chance."

Ten-Penny takes up her quill and ink and redies to write.
"Ringeirr? Do you have a some sort of example of such a document, or do you know how it looks? Or perhaps a sample of an important person's signature? It could help me to create a more convincing forgery which we can then temporary use."

Linguistics for Forgery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 with a signature sample providing a +4 bonus if available.

We shouldn't lie to this guy, I agree with that. And I like the character trait, don't worry. It's just that at some point, it is likely to put us in serious trouble, and I would like to see how we can get ourselves out of that (for fun). We did it before, at the former tower.

Although honesty is the correct way this time, Giacomo will kill us eventually with it. He already tried that once before... Still like Giacomo though.

"Yeah, Gondork isn't that subtle... At least no one died, that should count for something."

"Yeah, we were lucky that the local captain is a suck-up, I can't believe that actually worked."

She then turns to Ringeirr
"But where is your hut located? I just stated that I'm transporting you, so if we linger here, that might raise suspicion. Are you sure we're safe there?"

At the same time, Ten-Penny keeps an eye out for Gondork.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"You can go outside and put out the fires, you groveling worm! Peasants without tools are even more useless then normal! And if this settlement does not meet the food quotum, there will be repercussions. Leave the culprit to me, I'll have this person followed to find out if there are more of them."

Ten-Penny takes Ringeirr and pushes him along towards the secret entrance. She then turns around towards Marcian Enarxion and huffs.

"Well? GET ON WITH IT!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

I just realized that we do not know how Ringeirr looks like. At the moment I just assume that this is not that guy.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
"I'm Inquisitor Jala, send here on orders from Whitethrone to retrieve the traitor known as Ringeirr. And you should watch your tone with me, you lowly guard! You sleep, while fire is erupting outside! You do not even know about the secret entrance in your own guardhouse! How come such a clueless bottom feeder actually has a station?!? Now wipe that drool of your face and present me with the prisoner, so that I can transport him towards his final resting place. Dally any longer, and I will find it necessary to report your incompetence!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27, or if you require an intimidate instead, thenIntimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22.

As Ten-Penny is already inside on the map, I'm assuming that I have been spotted.

Time for some fast thinking. I hope this works...
"Well, well, well. I'm glad that there still someone around to guard the captive, but sleeping on the job? It's a good thing he is going to be moved then..."

Ten-Penny takes a firm stance, and continues.
"There is a big ruckus outside, and we do not need peasants revolting, let alone allowing them to think they have a leader here. I'm picking him up, so get him ready to be transported to Whitethrone."

Ten-Penny crosses her arms.
"Well? Dallying while our rulers want to get this done quickly? Get on with it!"
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Ten-Penny finds the hidden catch, which is used to open the hidden door. She suddenly stops, holds her hand up to signal the rest of the party to stop, and whispers: "Do you hear that? Sounds like snoring... Be very quiet everyone, they're not all gone."

Ten-Penny then opens the secret door, and sneaks inside, her sap in hand in case trouble breaks out.
Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

"But... knowing him he is now attracting a mob or something like that... Maybe we should just enter now and get that guy out, before Gondork brings the party to us..."

"Don't worry to much Giacomo. Gondork is like a weed; it is impossible to get rid of him, no matter how hard you try..."

"I like the sneaky way. It also affects the locals the least."

Whelp, don't have Engineering and already rolled a perception (which failed), so I'm done...

Ten-Penny goes back towards the rest of the party.
"So, what's the plan?"

Still available!

Still present! :D

Check!

Happy New Year, everyone.

Ten-Penny follows Arwyn's example, waiting till she is passed by a little while ago. Then she too inspects the building and its surrounding.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Wow, completely forgot about that problem. I need to read a couple of the past pages...

"Well then, next stop: the guardhouse."

Also here!
Let's do this.

Check

I'm here!

Whelp, don't want to undo a natural 20. Fighting it is.

"Usually we could use some disguises, but something tells me our party doesn't have a lot of use for such charades..." she says while giving a quick glance at Gondork and Caladan. She then pictures Giacomo in the oversized clothes, and realizes that such a plan will never succeed.

She looks around, are there any other guards around?
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
If not, then we might get away with it if we act fast.

"We could dispose of these guards quickly... There is a boat to stash them which we can then push onto the lake... maybe with holes..." Ten-Penny quietly adds.

"Anyway, we could always use some more allies. Helping these people might provide us with some. Very handy when we need to lay low. I say we help him. Maybe we can pin the guards disappearance on the water ogres a little way back?"

Kinda sounds like the way to go. Go towards their camp immediately or save this fisherman first (that may draw attention though)

Ten-Penny is completly stunned... Who the hell does he think he is!?! She releases him from his headlock and kicks him over into the snow.
Trip: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

She then kicks him in his crownjewels.
Dirty Trick: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Wh.. wha..., WHAT the HELL! You OAF! You BASTARD! You... You... Gggrr ha!" Huffs Ten-Penny as she kicks snow towards Gondork, and then she storms off, her face red as a beet.

I assume that the whole "hide weapons and armor" thing is happening outside the little shantytown.

Ten-Penny pauses a while when Gondork issues the challenge. She considers her options. She cannot stab him, since we're rationing the healing for today. She could shout at him, but he probably like that, the perv...

That's it... she'll need help with this one. Out of nowhere, she suddenly lunged at Gondork, swoopt around him, and tried to put him in a headlock.
Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"Arwyn! We're cracking him open! Grab the crowbar at my belt and start with the joints!"

"Arwyn is right, Gondork. Now stop being stubborn and take the armor off before we get spotted! I do not want to get in to another fight with guards today." says Ten-Penny, showing some serious irritation on her face.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Ten-Penny has had it with being nice to everyone. She just wants to get this over with, and people are going to cooperate if they like it or not.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

It seems that her impatience is getting the better of her... Is there a knowledgable gnome/halfling around who isn't Giacomo? I get a +4 size bonus if there is...

After passing the huge goblins
"That was a good idea, Caladan."

Before entering the shantytown.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 +2 if trap/surprise

Ten-Penny hands Arwyn her Shortbow and Quivers to hide in the Rimepelt. She then takes her small weapons (her Daggers, Short Swords and Hand Crossbow) and hides them in her Cold-Weather Outfit. She is wearing light armor, which she wears underneath her clothing.
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Know. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
They are big and green, possibly giant goblins.

Ten-Penny whispers:"Anyone a good idea?"

Ten-Penny drinks 1 of the CLW potions, just to be sure.
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"A successful smuggler you say? That sounds like our best option. To the Fishing camps it is, then."

"If you say so, Arwyn. I'll trust you're judgement." Ten-Penny then sizes up the party. [b]"I do still suggest that we lay low for a while though. We're in pretty rough shape..."[b]