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Male Human Rogue 1
![]() Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 "Just a bedroll? Good, good." Verrik seems oddly relieved. DM Mothman wrote:
"Now this, on the other hand, seems rather suspicious. Let me take a look..." Disable device: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 ![]()
Male Human Rogue 1
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"Don't worry too much about the whispering - it's just the wind." I think. Verrik gets his blade out, holding his rapier in his right hand and a torch in his left. "I'm a decent trap and lock man," he mutters to Dohrlok. "See anything, let me know." ![]()
Male Human Rogue 1
![]() I was mostly waiting. But... "Good to see you, Tyvall. Help yourself to more brews." Verrik looks around the now-cramped room while sipping his flagon. "Now, some of you might wonder why we - a horse doctor, two...carpenters, the local mortician, one of Ellival's blades and Cubbin's most junior deputy - are stuffed into this room. The answer is, as it always is in this town, money. The arrival of the peacocks from Greyhawk City reminded me of something from a long time ago - while those three idiots are off to explore a cairn that has been looted thoroughly many times over, I actually know the location of an undisturbed cairn, and I need help in exploring it. We represent a diverse skillset. Now, will that get anyone talking?" ![]()
Male Human Rogue 1
![]() "Ladies, gentlemen. Good evening and welcome to the Feral Dog, undoubtedly Diamond Lake's finest drinking establishment." Verrik pops into being by Stanley's elbow, seemingly out of nowhere. "I have secured a side room for us so we can avoid any serious distractions. As we are here on official police business, the room comes with beer, but without any prostitutes, I'm afraid. Move along, now." Verrik hustles the party off into a side door and kicks it shut behind him. "Now, I am Verrik Jentoft, and I have a business proposal for you. However, before we get to that - I only know most of you by reputation. Why don't you tell me a little about yourselves before we get to the serious part of our talk? Anyone care for some beer? I won some coin on the previous dog fight, so I got us a barrel." Verrik is one of those guys that Stealths everywhere. My apologies for posting late - it was a combo of being busy, waiting for everyone to come back from their vacations and wanting to be the last arrival. Speaking of which... Verrik pauses, mug in hand. "Wasn't there supposed to be one more dwarf?" |