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For Grael and Targ, Listen Check DC 20:
For Szaranoth, Spot and Listen Check DC 18:
Ingowil. She is screaming, “Stop Thief!”
Etellio joins Szaranoth in searching for Ingowil but the large volume of people hampers Etellio's efforts.
For Ingowil, Spot Check DC 15:
Grael stumbles to his feet. "I saw her in an ambush after following a thief. We have to find her. In this crowd...no, she must be out of the crowd. Come on!"
Suddenly he bursts out, "The counters! The alley! Of course, how could I forget? She was at a counter, talking with a man, the thief came and stole her purse, she followed him--into an alley! Come on, we have to find that alley! And in it--an ambush!
Spot (1d20 1=18)
Listen (1d20 1=13)
"Etellio! I think I saw Ingovil's hair through the crowd. If I'm not mistaken, she ran into that alley, pursuing someone. Quick. Follow me." Szaranoth lets go a whistle from his four fingers and then points in the direction he wants to take. Then he starts to makes his way through the crowd to the point, where he spotted Ingovil disappearing into the alley. I hope, we are not too late, not again.
Grael runs to the source of the whistle. "Come on! I think they found something!"
Ingowil runns full pelt after the man and notices him turning into the alley. She makes to run into the alley, but is stopped by the awful smell. "Come on, people, give me my purse." She says exasperatedly. She steps forward catiously, looking into the dark alley.
Targ hurries after Grael towards the sound of the whistle, crossbow held before him. He bulls his way through the crowd, muttering curses and pushing heedlessly past bystanders.
"Etellio! I think I saw Ingovil's hair through the crowd. If I'm not mistaken, she ran into that alley, pursuing someone. Quick. Follow me."
Having heard the whistle and seeing Szaranoth dash off, Etellio follows him towards Ingowil's location.
Hmmm...what can I can do here...spell or weapon?
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For Ingowil:
For Radavel
Here we go.
Running through the market (2d4+2=7)
Argh, all those people... move, get out of my way.
"Excuse me. Beg your pardon. Sorry. Please, let me through."
Apparently, Szaranoth has chosen a path where hundreds of people are milling about.
For Radavel
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Targ, Szaranoth, Etellio and Grael emerge from the crowded square and meet up near an alley you think Ingowil was heading to. You look around and notice a man seated in the dirt in front of a red curtain. He is placing cards in a distinctive pattern one after the other. It is a Harrow deck. You notice that weird tattoos cover the man's leathery skin.
Noticing you for the first time, the man flashes you a smile. "Care to have your fortune read."
Targ glances at the man. "Not right now, we're busy." He scans the alley and the surroundings, looking down the length of his crossbow.
"Sure, later. But I can tell you, that your near future will be a heap of trouble, if you don't tell us, where that woman is, that went into the alley a few moments ago."
Szaranoth tries to peek through the curtains, that are strung over the entrance to the alley.
Grael glares at the man. "I'm going to see what's on the other side of that curtain. The one that this man is trying so desperately to hide."
Etellio gives the man a hard stare, and suddenly utters
"Movat apre, mentosi!" - hoping (on a hunch) it will rattle the man so we can get through.
Intimidate (1d20+2=20)
For Radavel:
If that doesn't work, he will try to see if he can jump through the curtain. Not certain what I should attempt here, so I am thinking a tumbling check (not trained - so let me know if that works).
For Radavel
Grael pulls aside the curtain.
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For Grael, Etellio, Szaranoth and Targ:
The fortune teller is surprised and shocked at the words of Etellio, allowing Grael to move pass him and tear down the curtain, revealing the alley.
For Grael:
For Etellio, Targ and Szaranoth:
For Ingowil:
"Hold!" Szaranoth shouts. "Any move to draw or use weapons will be regarded hostile! You have surrounded a deputy of the local sheriff and I'd suggest, you comply with what she wants. Other actions will lead to similar responses."
"Say...have you two gentlemen seen a woman run past here? Chasing someone?"
Grael takes a step forward, to keep up with the men, yet feeling slightly queasy.
Targ points his crossbow right at the fortune teller's chest.
"Now don't you think about running off anywhere. There will be some questions need answering."
Seeing Ingowil surrounded, an old memory suddenly comes back to Etellio...something that clearly brings a flush of anger to his face. Glancing icily from the fortune teller to the men in the alley, he follows up Szaranoth's proclamation, coolly stating to them:
"Mofas l'agrad e'Desna par'ruebas t'ha trai mar fortun, campisi. Commendi rendicio, nosque enfanqo es'sacred fiestiva y s'ira!"
Taunting the will of Desna for robbery has brought you ill luck, fellows. I suggest you surrender, lest you stain this holy festival and raise her ire!"
Targ points his crossbow right at the fortune teller's chest. "Now don't you think about running off anywhere.
For Radavel:
This may be for the discussion thread, but...
I am considering casting a sleep spell if combat breaks out.
Is there any way to target the three thugs in the alley w/o hitting Ingowil in the spell area? My only guess would be to center it on Ingowil since it is a 10' radius burst. Yea or nay?
Also, if I do decide to hit them with the spell, can I get all three anyway?
Hearing the voices of her companions, Ingowil starts backing up, hoping to show that she was not alone.
Szaranoth adopts an aggressive waiting position. The Varisians that have surrounded Ingovil need to make a decision. He is ready to draw his weapon and switch his aura, if the thieves surrounding Ingovil make a move.
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For Ingowil:
The tension is broken when the knife man shouts at the men behind Ingowil, “Boys, sheathe your weapons and invite the good deputies to arrest this thief!” He points at Ingowil.
The men behind Ingowil obeying the bidding of the knife man and bow to Grael who is at the opening of the alley. One of them says, "We have captured this thief. Please take her away."
As if on cue, the fortune teller screams, “Yes, she is a thief! And a dangerous harridan to boot!” He also points at Ingowil.
"Thief? Ingowil? I think not. Ingowil is a good friend of ours. Sheathe your weapons and tell us your story."
Etellio glances skeptically at the knife man...
Well...aren't you clever...something's not right here...Sense Motive (1d20=9)
Instinctively, he looks around the alley and the men to see if he spots a hidey hole or perhaps a cut purse somwhere.
Bait and switch trick...?
"I am no thief!" Ingowil says indignantly. "One of you is the thief. Look, my purse is gone!" She looks wildly about, looking for the man who stole her purse.
Szaranoth smiles, but this smile is not the hearty quick smile, but a hard grim smile.
"I think you have missed a small detail, I also stated earlier. But to make things more clear to you. I have a red sash, my dwarven friend has a red sash and your 'supposed' thief...hm.. she has a red sash,too. Grab them, guys."
Szaranoth smiles, but this smile is not the hearty quick smile, but a hard grim smile.
"I think you have missed a small detail, I also stated earlier. But to make things more clear to you. I have a red sash, my dwarven friend has a red sash and your 'supposed' thief...hm.. she has a red sash,too. Grab them, guys."
Grael sighs. "Very well. Men, we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the way that may end in a funeral."
Targ jerks his head at the alleyway, still keeping his crossbow leveled at the fortune teller's chest.
"Ingowil's no thief. She's a deputy, like me, like these guys. Now why don't you join your friends in the alley? We can all sort this out real peaceful like."
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One of the men says, "Well she looked liked one running this way and that trying to find a hiding place. Just to settle this, you can search us if you want. But I bet you now that you will not find anything stolen in this area or on our persons. We are honest folk. For the record, we have sheathed our weapons even before you made the demand to do so."
The fortune teller parrots, "Yes we are honest folk. Just trying to earn a living."
Etellio still feels something's not right about this situation...like they are being misled...Grael must have seen something to cause such a stitch...
He glances behind them and back towards the square...looking for someone or something they might have missed escaping or avoiding us...
Barring that, he gives the alley a more thorough look if he can (I am assuming it is a dead-end alley, not an alley way that continues to another street).