Ulrich responds, still in a whisper.
”Crap, that thief would have been a good option. There’s this locked cellar door in that old creepy house. I wanted to get in.”
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Ulrich lets out a sigh. And gets close to Sand and whispers. ”I need someone who can pick a lock for me.”
”Well, we found this strange house. I don’t suppose you are any good at lock picking, are you? Ulrich sips his drink and takes another bite of his food.
Ulrich took out a silver coin and gave it to the man, and happily started eating and drinking. ”Sand, I don’t suppose you found anything useful last night?” Ulrich sees Scribbles and invited him over to the bar. ”Come, gnome. Let us eat.”
Ulrich looks at Argus for a moment, coughs and just states his business. ”A meal please. I’m starving.”
Ulrich’s response to Sand was a little dry but not rude.
After Sand whispered in his ear he wondered what Sand had gone through last night. ”Aye, I’m gonna go order and eat at the bar.” He walked up to the bar and sat down. ”Mornin’, barkeep. And isn’t it a lovely mornin’.
“Well if it isn’t the show off.” Ulrich walked up to the tavern seeing Sand. ”Getting some breakfast?” Ulrich attempted to walk past Sand to get into the tavern.
Ulrich stood there for a moment, still feeling sadness within him. He looked at Scribbles. ”This all seems messed up.” Ulrich sighed and walked out of the house to get some air. And heads to the tavern. “I’m too hungry for this.”
Ulrich stops in his tracks, overwhelmed with sadness. “What the hell is this?” Tears form in Ulrich’s eyes, he wipes them away and faces where the voice was coming from. “A ghost or a selfish vengeful spirit?” The sadness still fills his heart. “Show yourself. I don’t much care for tricks when others are doing it!”
Ulrich wakes up, adjusting his helmet on his head, as it went a bit askew while he slept.
”I’m gonna go get some breakfast, yer welcome to join me if ya like. I may be able to get more information about current events as well.” Ulrich starts for the door to leave.
Ulrich kept watch as Scribbles rested.
This place gives me the creeps... Ulrich placed a hand on his helmet he was still wearing. That put him at ease. Later, Ulrich wakes Scribbles to take his shift, and he drifted off to sleep, keeping his helmet on.
Ulrich set up his bedroll against the fat fall, furthest from the door they entered. He sat down on his bedroll. “I’ll take the first watch.”
”Hmmm... You have a point about multiple thieves... perhaps a guild?” Ulrich breathed in slowly, his energy focused into his leg as he lifted it and brought his heel down onto the lock one more time.
”Either way, we can try and sleep here for the night. Especially if ya have no gold.
Ulrich looked at Scribbles for a moment. ”We know that there is a thief in town and that this towns ruler seems to be a jerk” With that, Ulrich focused his energy in his leg and then stomped the lock.
Ulrich winced as the sword shattered. That didn’t work... ”We need another plan for this.”
Ulrich looked shocked at first with Scribbles shriek, but looked at the light formed in front of him, frowned, then looked back at Scribbles. ”Good, you can make light. Try to keep that up, will ya? And stand back.” Ulrich walked up to the trap door. And readied to swing and attempted to break the lock with the newly acquired sword.
Ulrich shuddered as the skeleton fell to dust. Poor guy. ”Ya wouldn’t happen to have a torch or lantern, would ya, Scribbles?”
Ulrich nervously walked up to the skeletal corpse.
Ulrich eyed the lock a bit longer. ”Wait...” Ulrich took a knee and examined the lock closer. ”This lock is not that old. Definitely not as old as that skeleton. Someone may have locked this recently...” The guards act suspicious and are basically no help, we find this spooky place where there seemed to be a murder, but no one bothers getting rid of the corpse, yet there is a lock here that has been put here after the person was killed. ”I need to pry this open...”
As Ulrich walked into the house he was shocked to see the remains of a person. It made him nervous and he focused on investigating the other areas.
”It may not be anything as trivial as thieves trying to move stuff around, but it is odd that these markings don’t exist where the body is.” As they find the loose floor board, Ulrich helped Scribbles to move them out of the way to revival the trap door. Ulrich looks at Scribbles as he asks him about going in. Trying to avoid having to go near the skeletal remains he stalled and simply said... ”Before we go in? There’s a big lock there, mate.” Ulrich got up and crossed his arms. ”Can you pick a lock? I sure can’t pick one.”
”Of course I wasn’t looking around this place. I was waiting on ya and seeing if ya would call for help. Would you like your stuff back?” “I say we should check it out more if you only want slightly inside. But we should do it now.” Ulrich walked up to the door, ready to go inside.
Ulrich stared blankly at Scribbles. ”I... I don’t....” Somehow I feel like I’ve gotten even less information after this. Ulrich rubbed the bridge of his nose and continued to speak. ”You weren’t in there that long... Let me have a look as soon as these guards pass.”
Ulrich looked visibly confused at Scribbles words. ”Um... what?”
”What’s this then?” Ulrich uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on his hips. They are heading this way. How intriguing, or perhaps bothersome. I guess I’ll find out which soon enough. Ulrich continued to wait by the manor, the time getting closer for him to make his move to go inside.
Ulrich waited outside the manor, impatiently. His arms were crossed and he was tapping his foot.
”Agh, There’s probably nothing even in there, either that or other sneak thieves. I’m not a fan of all this sneakin’. It just takes too long...”
Though if this place does house a thief, the jerk may get the drop on the little guy. A long pause occurred and Ulrich thought about the potion that his grandmother had got for him. He grew irritated at the thought that some bloke took it, and he could be in this manor no less. ”That little guy has five minutes before I get in there.”
Ulrich took Scribbles pack and shield and placed it in his own bag, luckily Scribbles stuff was dwarfed by Ulrichs pack.
When that was done, Ulrich looked carefully at what Scribbles would do next.
Ulrich looked ahead to the old manor.
”I will follow you until we get near the enterance.”
”Then we shall go to the big house next to the Lich” Ulrich smiled at his new comrade and went forth toward their objective.
"I actually agree with you on that. I'd like to get my potion back. Whoever took it will be sleeping on the cold dirt, covered in bruises." Ulrich followed Scribbles to meet up with Rexah and Sand. "Alright everyone, if y'all want to help, we have a small lead. The squirrel man said that there's an old big house next to the Lich that we can look into to find this rotten thief." Ulrich crossed his arms, looking at Rexah and Sand.
Ulrich lost sight of the man and sighed. He turned toward the gnome, crossing his arms. "So, shorty, know anything about the 'big house across the way' next to the Lich?"
"Yes, I am having some trouble. I am looking for a dirty rotten thief, and if I can't find him to kick him into next week, then I am going to have to find a substitute!" Ulrich pointed to Rourke and glared at him. "Now tell me, do you have any idea where I can find this thief?"
Ah! My Potion that granny Tina made for me!" Fueled by mocking laughter and the missing gift, Ulrich turned up to look at Rourke. "Alright, ya swine! Yer done!" Ulrich moved toward the tree and started to climb.
As Ulrich failed miserably, he grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground.
As Rourke tossed the blame Ulrich reacted. "You moron, why would I be chasing a thief if I was one?" Suddenly Ulrich realized he didn't check himelf to see if anything was stolen from him.
Ulrich looked at him for a moment. "Alright, I believe that." Ulrich looked back at the others and waved for them to come closer. He turned back to Rourke and continued the questions. "What was up with those guards? They seemed fishy to me, almost untrustworthy. What do you know about them?"
Ulrich scoffed at Rourke's statements. "Words can't grab, you foo'!" He planted himself at the tree, making sure to alway be under Rourke and let the guards walk off a good distance. "I only helped you cause those guards seemed iffy. But I need to know: did you take the possessions of the people in that tavern?" Ulrich looked at Rourke intently, gauging a reaction before continuing. "You were running away awful fast when everyone realised they lost something."
Ulrich layed his eyes on where Rourke was hiding. "Ah Ha!There you are!" Ulrich pointed at Rourke and quickly moved toward him. "I just want to talk to ya!"
Ulrich kept looking for Rourke, ignoring the little bard. He was not concerned with anything but catching the thief and getting answers from him. "Olly olly oxen wench!"
Ulrich ran toward and into the woods, but he was unable to see the thief. "I'm gettin' tired of this game, Rourke"
Ulrich kept hold of Rourke's arm as he walked with him, going in the direction that Rourke decided to walk.
Ulrich keeps speaking to Rourke as they walk away from the guards. "Now, Rourke, there's no need to get so excited, it's good to talk after a good training session."
Ulrich reached out to grab Rourke’s arm.
”Not so fast, champ. We need those stolen items so we can return them. Why are you stealing anyway?”
”Now now, this man hasn’t stolen anything. We were merely triaining, out for a jog and all that with a game of cat and mouse. We can keep our eyes out for a thief, should that please you.”
Ulrich put both hands out and shrugged. ”Sorry about the confusion. But Rourke and I are done training and we have some work to find.”
Ulrich jogged up to the thief after finally making it over the fence. He observed the situation as he moved toward the group.
"What's going on here, then?" Ulrich moved to put his hand on Rourke's shoulder.
After thowing his punch, Ulrich ran after the thief focusing on keeping up with him, Ulrich grumbled as he climbed the fence after seeing everyone jump over it.
He grumbled even more as he kept slipping on the fence. "Darn it!!"
"If you have something to say, spit it out!" The man made a move to rush toward Sand, and Ulrich saw his chance to strike. "Not so fast!" Ulrich focused his energy into his fist and moved to strike.
Ulrich's expression turned into annoyance as the man escaped from his grasp.
Ulrich smiled again as the thief asked him to give up and stepped to be in line with the thief. "You are the one who stole things from people, moron!" Ulrich makes a double move, avoiding making a direct line toward the thief, being wary of the area where he dropped something.
Ulrich caught up to the thief and decided that this was the time to strike.
The DM informed me to go ahead and do a standard action; so I will be posting again to make a standard action against the thief.
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