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As the posse returns to the sheriff with the prisoner in tow, Higgins takes his pay, then looks to the others. "Seems ta me we solved this 'ere mystery well 'nough. Found the bracers that Roderic's ghost was after. Nabbed the Order of the Peacock guy--same kind o' folk that we know murdered six of Mama Nightthrush's gang with some invisible sword." At least Nempura and Myrandya would understand what was meant by this.

"I know we ain't found the murder weapon, but can't always have that. And now that Roja's joinin' up, might be time fer me ta move on." He looks to Roja, Myrandya, and finally Nempura, where his gaze lingers, as he wonders for a moment if he really ought to stay a bit longer. But that felt complicated. Messy.

"Nempura, don't you dare go back to bein' Bella Blue. Town needs ya as a deputy. Look out for that boy, Kynae. As for me, I guess I ain't quite ready ta be a law man again. Bounty huntin's easier. And the wild's callin'. Time for me and Midnight to ride." He drops his share of the bounty into his saddlebags, hops onto his black stallion, and the two begin their journey off into the sunset.

I meant to be a little more active in the end, but fell behind and found it hard to check in. It's time for me to take my leave. Thanks to all of you. Nempura, Myrandya, and Roja all have great and unique characters. And GM SuperTumbler, you ran a great game.

I wish you all the best, whatever you decide.

Thanks for the clarification.

As the half-elf insists everything will be "sorted out" in town, Higgins peers at him intently, thinking the fellow was far too confident for someone who'd just been captured. "You got somethin' up yer sleeve?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Higgins nods at Nempura's request and ties up the rope, stepping aisde once he's done so that Roja can make sure the bindings are tight.

He looks to the dwarf as Roja begins walking him toward the portals."Wouldn't've expected you to be alone, really. Where's the rest of you lot?"

Glad you're on the mend, hope you're feeling much better at this point.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Higgins was certainly struggling with trusting Myrandya over his own eyes. And yet there was one detail he couldn't let go of. The peacock feathers. "Yer Order of Resplendence, right? You got a lot o' explainin' ta do."

Before taking the man into custody, Higgins checks if the man looks like he's carrying an invisible sword.

"Guess only the skinny ones made it," retorts Wes, half jokingly. "We keep tryin'." Higgins occasionally steps out and in to the circle.

How quickly will Wes and Roja join Nempura and Myrandya on the 'other side'?

As they wait to teleport, Roja tells Wes, "We found a magic wall separating the room, hopefully Nempura can figure it out."

"Them ladies are smart, they'll figure it out," agrees Higgins.

I'm hoping Nempura already has, based on her last post.

Hey sorry, been sick lately but I'm recovering. I do want to stick around long enough to get back to town!

Hey folks,

I've come to the conclusion that I want to wind down my PbP games. I've done PbPs for a long time and enjoyed them, but I've been struggling with checking in regularly. No idea how close we are to a dramatic conclusion--we do have the bracers now, which feels like a significant moment. If the end is near, I'd love to see its conclusion. If not, maybe Higgins ends up doing guard duty or other nonsense. Apologies for the impact on this game.

Higgins lets a bit of time pass and heads on in the circle again, hoping he will fit. He's methodical about this, having no idea when the other side might free up.

Wes steps out of the circle. "Well damn, why didn't we go? We gotta try again." He looks to see if the circle seems to be "recharging." He's clearly ready to step back into the circle again if it seems right.

So sorry to hear of the continued troubles, please focus on your health. Wishing you all the best with surgery and recovery.

The goblins words are more reassuring than fear-inducing. There was a destination at the other side of the circle. "Hopefully Roja will be back for you in a jiff," says Higgins. "Everyone who's goin', we're steppin' on the circle together. Be ready fer a fight."

K. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Higgins rolls his eyes at the goblin's declaration.

Yikes--really sorry to hear that news.

"Too many damn ghosts in this town," he mumbles quietly to his allies, as Nempura leads the talking. "Must be somethin' in the air."

I mean, we killed a bunch of your kind, but we didn't specifically kill you.

Higgins has the good sense to keep his mouth shut as he lets others try their mouth at talking.

Higgins hears some chatter and moves toward Roja and Pan Pan. When he sees who the troublemaker is, he offers a response. "Stop your makin' and we'll stop our breakin'. Yer li'l tricks could do some real damage."

I'm around, but based on the map, seems like only Pan Pan and Nempura can see the goblin ghost at the moment. So I'll wait a moment before adding anything in gameplay.

Higgins looks and hurries over to Nempura as she yelps. "You okay? What happened?"

"Hm . . . tomahawk," says Higgins unhelpfully as they stumble across the trap. He continues searching for tracks.
Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
He continues to fail.

Higgins nods, and follows the sound as quietly as he can manage.
Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Higgins peers at his handiwork and decides it's good enough. "Let's do it." He draws his big rifle, then carefully grabs the handle and opens the door.

"Better wash the poison away then," suggests Higgins. He speaks a few Indian words and a stream of water appears out of thin air, falling onto the doorknob. Create Water! He hoped that would be good enough to get most of the poison out. He finds some rags to wipe the rest off if necessary.

"Wait, what just happened here?" Higgins searches for tracks.
Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7. Nope.

Higgins sees the fight brewing and tries to be the tiebreaker.

"Yeah, I love my horse, but he'll be alright stayin' put for a while. We gotta stick together, watch each others' backs."

Our horses aren't a big deal. Mine matters more since it's my animal companion, but I accept that an AC won't always be able to join the adventre.

Higgins worries about leaving behind Midnight, his trusty horse. But his curiosity was getting to him. "Let's give it a shot," he proposes.

"We're looking for magic items, I think. Maybe ones this goblin scrounged up." Higgins helps with the digging to try and excavate the goblin and its items.

If there is any digging equipment handy, looks like we'll definitely go for it.

Higgins casts Light on a rock, then tosses it down the pit trap. He wanted to get a good look at the bottom.

When Nempura mentions the rockfall and the magic underneath it, Higgins chimes in. "Guess somethin', or maybe soneone, got themselves trapped in them rocks. Do ya think someone was tryin' ta blast the vault door n' got themselves inta trouble?"

Higgins starts collecting the potions. "Damn right we're confiscatin' this stuff. Pretty sure the Order's behind the real trouble in town. We got them stealin' a bladeless sword, murderin' a whole bunch o' Gildersleeves, and rilin' up the town's ghost. Compared to them, the other gangs we're dealin' with are just some dumb troublemakers."

Higgins follows as the group pushes forward to explore the rest of this place. He as Pan Pan flinches as she opens the door. "You alright there?" he asks, quickly checking on the wound.

Heal to treat poison (if needed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Too bad he didn't really know how to help.

Wes picks up the letter and reads it aloud for the group to hear.

"Professor Rostrata and the the Order of Resplendence again. The Order that took Captain Roderic's magic "bladeless" sword. Guess they beat us here after all. Good thing they didn't have a vault expert with them." He gives a private wink to Roja.

He considers whether he knew a thing or two about the name Tillaresk.
K. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Looks like someone's been settin' up shop here," concludes Higgins as he finds the messy room. He starts looking over the papers for clues as to who might be here.

"Heh, guess I'm makin' magic where'er I go," offers Wes in response to Nempura's teasing. He nods at the suggestion to head south, and goes with the rest.

That southwest room seems like a good choice to me.

Pan Pan frowns at the magic circle in the room. She had no idea what the other one did and has no more insight now. She thinks she hears Nempura say her name but she's too far away.

"What does this room do, Wes?" she asks, hoping he knows.

"I ain't no expert on this stuff," replies Higgins after it's much too late. Fortunately, Myrandya explains what's up.

"More magic portals? This is gettin' mighty strange." Higgins nods as the party agrees to complete the search first.

Sense Motive re Isabella's lockpicking: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21. He smirks at Roja's latest comment about her uncle. Whoever she was, she had a past that was a lot different than she let on. But it sure was useful to have her around.

He's relieved when they recover the bracers without any trouble. "Well that was easy. Keep that thing safe, Myrandya. Let's keep searchin' 'round a bit."

He moves to find Pan Pan, then peers into the room for anything of interest.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Crap, I somehow failed to post here that I would be out of pocket for an extended period. I'm so sorry!

I am back now, and doing a lot of reading through my games.

Sorry for the prolonged absence. I need another week or so to power through a busy and stressful time. Please bot me as needed.

Please do join the party, you could have been sneaking along this whole time!

Oh it would be too good if the statue looks like Isabella.

Higgins is disappointed he hadn't seen this fella before the gun got pulled. "Seriously, how many folk are livin' 'tween us and our goal?"

Higgins concedes the folly of his original plan and joins the quiet march forward.
Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Sorry for the delay, been in a bad headspace due to work.

Wes nods and reloads his gun, expecting trouble. He starts looking around for tracks.
Survival (tracks): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Too bad he was never good at that part of his job. "Maybe we just bust in that door," he suggests, as he takes a look at it.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

"How the hell?" After poking around aimlessly, Higgins is ready to give up when Roja somehow opens up some sort of secret staircase. "It's like you've been here before, Miss."

He turns to Mama. "Guess we'll be spendin' more time in here 'n I expected." He conjures his own light as he tries to peer into the depths.

Higgins laughs more at Mama's laughter than her joke, glad she was in good humor. He tips his hat and enters. With an Indian word, he conjures some light to see better in the dark room.

After taking in the room, he turns back toward Mama and her crew. "I ain't usin this rifle for shootin', but think it might help me look around." Assuming there's no negative reaction, he visibly unloads his rifle, then starts using the rifle butt to tap around in the stones. He figured that if anything was still in this Stone House, it had to be well-hidden.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Higgins was not at all surprised that the fate of Mama's "children" was being thrown into the mix. He glances back at the others as everyone starts coming alert.

"Sheriff has the last word on what be happenin' ta Lullaby and her crew. I can't promise nothin', but I sure can put in a good word on account o' your hospitality. Reckon the Sheriff might look a lot less kindly if you be gettin' in the way o' town business, though. Whatever beef you and I here might have with each other, what's goin' on here's a whole lot bigger than the both of us."

Higgins' gaze slides between Mama's face, her hand, and that big ol' knife on her. He might be terrible at bluffing, but poker taught him to read people.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Crud, sorry. Been a busy week.

Higgins tips his hat at the old lady as she opens the door. "Mama Nightthrush? Wes Higgins. Got a minute to talk? Have a favor to ask about this Stone House."

He gauges the woman's reaction, but continues on if she seems open. "You might've heard a thing or two 'bout the ghost of Roderic comin' back ta town--some of your folks were there when he showed up. Well, the stories are real--he's back, and he's lookin' to set some things right. One of those things has to do with this here Stone House. There's somethin' here Roderic left behind and we need ta get. Not just for Roderic's sake, but for the town."

He pauses a bit to let the story sink in and answer any questions before getting to the punchline. "So, seems like you're livin' here now, but we're just wantin' to look around and try to find this thing. We'll be careful and we'll be on our way soon as we grab it."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Higgins heads on up and gives the door a firm set of knocks.

Higgins watches carefully to sense if the man is trying to set them up for an ambush.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

If he thinks it's not a setup, Higgins steps out as well. "We just here to finish a job and then go. Let's keep things civil."

Higgins moves up with Roja, expecting trouble.