It was good, A Clash of Kings is my favorite book of the series.
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Willy be ready.
DM Tarlane and Meera: Willy scans the roofs of the buildings around the tavern trying to determine how far they could get staying on the rooftops.
"Ya, let's foller 'dem, I wanna look at 'da walls of 'da keep. I wonder If we can stay on 'da roofs. Lotta guards at 'da keep, gonna be hard ta get in."
Willy fancies himself some kind of important spy and is eager to get to work doing whatever spies do. Sneaking around on rooftops spying on guards and his fellow spies seems about right to him.
Willy has a big grin as he leaves the room with Meera. The occasional grunt can heard from the other room. DM Tarlane and Meera: Eager to show of his nonexistent stealthy skills, Willy agrees to go sneaking around the town on the rooftops. He does not take his breasplate or axe, but does take his dagger, rope and climber's kit. The plan sounds good (and fun). Willy will tie one end of the rope around Meera's waist then ascend to the roof of the tavern with the other end. Once on top he will anchor himself to the roof (assuming a suitable anchor can be found like a chimney or vent pipe), then pull the rope taut so Meera can follow safely (belaying her). If the climb up seems easy Willy will take 10 (for 20).
"I say lets walk around and talk to folks, maybe see where every one stands...Knowing is more than half the winning of any battle..." "Da barkeep has mistletoe, should we talk ta him?" "We need to make our way to the Keep, and posing as individual guards willing to aid the Militia through the Captain, is the best way to start. We can simply say that we overheard his alert, and we might as well help." "Ya, we be simple guards willin' ta help."
Willy pours another pint of ale from the pitcher he brought up from the common room. "How we gonna do dat? Grab da Captain I mean. He looks tough and has lots o' friends around. I might could do it if he was alone" His brows furrow like he is thinking hard about something, a rare thing for him. "Mebbe Meera could make friends wit' 'im. I'll watch so he don't try nothin' funny." "Though she look like she can take care o' 'erself." Willy gives Meera a broken tooth grin. He drains the pint and offers the others a drink.
Willy seems disappointed that they won't be visiting the other two taverns. "We should look at da wall of da keep. I can climb good" Willy takes his climbing gear out of his backpack to prove the point.
Willy appraises the man, trying not to be too obvious about it.
"Nice sword" he mutters to himself and finishes another pint.
While Hugh nurses his ale, Willy downs his and pours himself another. "Who he talkin' to?" nodding in the direction of Maelthon and Nolan.
Willy pours himself a pint of ale and looks around,
more interested in the ale than his surroundings. The barkeep has the mistletoe on his belt. "Ayuh" Willy nods, not wanting to say more with so many people around.
"Two pichers" Willy tells the barmaid and sits at the table, taking note of the man in the corner.
"Con'quer's Blade first 'den. I hope dey have good beer." Willy follows along, staying close to Meera. "We have to watch that Bumbo feller, I tink".
"I'm woodsy, I wanna go to the Lodge" Willy states plainly.
Willy nods as Meera talks, and looks carefully at both men and the kennel for mistletoe.
Sounds right to me, we subtract our share f the gold spent on community healing gear from the 500.
With nothing better to do at the moment Willy follows Meera to the kennel. "Dat's a big dog. Does it fight?"
Willy nods to the guards from the wagon as they enter the gates, sizing them up. He keeps a lookout for sprigs of mistletoe with a yellow ribbon.
Willy takes his share of the gold. "Heh, pay's good."
"We leave in da mornin' den." Willy is ready to go back to the tavern and drink more beer.
Willy has a short attention span, and his eyes glaze over a bit during the General's long speech. "So we dress like guards, sneak into the town and look for friends? Den we kill da Baron? We be assassins." He seems pleased at the prospect.
Tarlane: Spoiler: The Company Lumberjack trait is from Wayfinder 1 IIRC, although I see it is not in the PFSRD. If you won't allow it I'll switch it to Dirty Fighter. I fixed the rest, good catches.
"Wut? I can be quiet if I want." Willy says in a loud voice "He probly wants us to spy on someone, since y'all look like a bunch of sneakers." Willy tugs at his breatstplate, hoping that won't cause him to move too loudly.
Willy shakes Maeltheron's hand. [b"]I got a note."[/b] He nods ant Meera and smiles, showing a coupe of broken teeth.
Wiily squints his eyes at the elf who spoke to him, sizing him up. His gaze lingers on Meera. "I dunno, what 'call' you answer?" After Hugh speaks, "Name's Willy"
Willy finishes heis beer then leaves the tavern. On the way to the tent he pulls a note out of his pocket and studies it for a moment. Hmm.. He puts it back in his pocket then enters the tent. Willy is a large man, dressed in worn, nondescript clothing. he has a fine axe over his back, and is wearing a fine, but worn, black cloak. "What 'dis about den?" he says to no one in particular.
Willy strolls in and sits down at the bar. "Beer" he says to the barkeep, plopping a coin down on the bar. Although it doesn't seem like it, he notices the man in the corner, his curiosity piqued by the badge. GM Tarlane: Spoiler: Willy took the Heart of the Fields alternate racial trait if that's cool.
hp rolls:
Average = 6.5x4 = 26, I'll go with that
Sweet! I'll go ahead and level to 5th.
No longer occupied with watching the fight, Willy blurts What 'bout my drink?"
Not sure what happened there, Willy looks down at his shiny clean clothes, bewildered. "Wut da...?" He goes back into the tavern looking for the wild Crystal and the elusive pint of ale.
"I'm sure you'd feel far more comfortable having had a chance to wash the dust and such from yourself, before enjoying a tankard...what say we share a drink?" Crystal smiles. "There is some where to freshen up? Is there not?" Willy similes and looks down at his filthy clothing. "I s'pose I could wash up a bit if you'll have a pint wit' me." He goes outdide to the wash station and does his best to clean his face and hands. Unfortunately, until he can change his clothes and give himself a proper bath the stink remains.
Willy ties his best not to let the half-orcs manhandle him. ''Let go a' me! All I want is a drink!"
"While I can appreciate your indifference to dirt, there are many here who don't share that indifference, and given that it takes no more than a minute to make yourself presentable, I must insist on the behalf of my other guests that you do so. Otherwise I will be forced to have my brothers do it for you, and I am pretty sure you won't like that." Realizing the man is speaking to him Willy looks up from the card game blinking. "Wut? Do wut for me?"
Willy either deliberately ignores the hint to clean up or is too dense to realize the remark was meant for him, you are not sure which. "Can I get a pint?" He turns to watch the card game.
A large scruffy young man looks comes into the tavern and looks for a seat at the bar. He is very dirty and smelly, and carries a large woodcutting axe over his back. By the amount of blood crusted on the handle, its looks like wood isn't the only thing it's been cutting "Ho!" he says loudly "Bartender I need a drink bad!"
Willy holds the parchment up. "Hmm, can't read it." He hands it over to Thumpy. "Mebbe iits Dwarf writing."
"I wonder how long he been dead." Willy ventures into the room, gingerly picks up the parchment to try to read it.
"Ha! We are all weak!"
Willy opens the Northern door.
"Hoy!" Willy moves alongside Thumpy.
Willy's brow furrows as he searches the ground for tracks. "Grass is too tall. I can't even find his tracks." Then he holds up the potion. "Anyone know what 'dis is?"
Willy goes out into the courtyard and examines the ground for signs of more than one kobold making tracks.
"Might as well search 'da lizard guy." Willy goes the the body of the kobold and loots it. "Whatcya got?"
"Wolf boss in dere." Willy says with a grin.
Willy gives up on the Kobold and goes back to help with the wolves.
Willy follows the kobold, ending up next Deelin then swings.
Hitting the wall a third time.
"Back up!" Willy says to Althesia.
Willy takes another swing trying to get past the Kobold's cover.
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