Quince motions Girther and the others away from Jurin, and speaks to them in a low voice.
"Do you think it wise to stay here? We don't know his father, and what would he think if he discovered a band of adventurers in his spare room? Kimi said Jurin's father was one of the wealthiest men in town - we don't want him as an enemy, I should think."
"Now if that boy invites us over, I do not see a problem with his father. At least we saved his son and the other kids from the half-orc, well more or less. That should count for something.
However we can still look for another place to stay tomorrow." Fjyndel argues.
Girther thinks for a moment and then says, “Quince, you make a good point. Nevertheless, I will stay here. Drint, what say you?”
"I trusssst them, but we musssst not throw caution to the wind. Assssk the boy a bit about what his father issss like, but not enough to look like we're ssssuspicioussss. We don't want to lose a friend.
"If everyone agrees, I'll stay too. I just wanted to make sure we were all aware of the risks. Then again, his father could turn out to be a powerful ally, as well. Let's just hope for the positive."
To Jurin: "Is it ok for Risk to stay too? I hope your father doesn't mind pets."
Risk makes an outraged growl, and Quince hurriedly corrects himself. "I meant friends."
Girther eyes the manor with a wistful expression and says, “This shelter is adequate. Ya got any grub?”
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"Of course, Risk can stay. And I'll have the servants bring up some food and ale to your room if you prefer." Opening the door to the house, Jurin leads the party to through the well-lighted interior of the house. The party moves through a spacious living room, its walls decorated by various preserved heads of animals. The party's footsteps echo as they walk over the wooden flooring of the house.
Knowledge (nature) DC 15:
Jurin leads the party up the stairs and to one of rooms. He opens door revealing a room with a large four poster bed, a chair, a desk and a full length mirror.
"I hope you're ok with this room."
"It looks fine, Jurin. Thank you."
To the others, Quince says: "Dibs on the bed!"
Risk jumps up on the bed, turns round in a circle several times, and settles down with his head on his front paws.
Sense Motive (1d20+3=8)
Knowledge(Nature) (1d20+8=11)
Fjyndel is overwhelmed by the house of Jurin's family. He follows the others with an open mouth through the house, finding his tongue again as Quince thanks the boy: "This is one nice house your father has here. Not that I would like to live here, I am not often in towns and such, I prefer mother nature. But tonight I will make an exception.
And thanks again for letting us stay here.
I have one question though: where can I get some fresh water to wash myself?"
Girther takes a moment to pull Drint aside and says to him in a low voice, “What do you thinks about this situation? Do you think we are in any danger? Also, I know I have no right to ask this, so please forgive me for being crude. For some reason I feel I can trust you, do you think you can ‘take a look around’ this place tonight after everyone turns in? I would do it myself but I tend to stand out like a lump of coal on the dinning room table.”
Girther takes a moment to pull Drint aside and says to him in a low voice, “What do you thinks about this situation? Do you think we are in any danger? Also, I know I have no right to ask this, so please forgive me for being crude. For some reason I feel I can trust you, do you think you can ‘take a look around’ this place tonight after everyone turns in? I would do it myself but I tend to stand out like a lump of coal on the dinning room table.”
"Alright", Drint whispers back, "I will."
Girther makes a modest plate and drinks a single glass of wine and a single glass of ale. While preparing his plate he uses whispered conversation to inform Quince and Fjyndel of the little plan that Drint and he worked up. He listens carefully to any words of wisdom his newfound friends have to offer.
"My skills lie in other areas, so I'll leave it to Drint, if he's willing. Just be careful! We don't want to anger the boy's father."
Later, when everyone else is in bed, Drint sneaks downstairs.
Remembering from experience that folk sometimes hide things in cupboards under the stairs, Drint has a look.
When he is done there, assuming he finds nothing, he goes to Jurin's parents' room.
He takes a look around.
Assuming that he has still not been caught, he decides to calls it a night and goes to bed.
As Drint leaves on the scouting mission Girther readies his equipment and sits poised on the side of the bed. At the least sound of struggle he will throw caution to the wind and rush to the aid of his scaly ally.
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For Drint
You emerge from the room into a darkened hallway, which is no obstacle at all to your superior eyesight. You follow your nose and easily find the kitchen. The searching through the cupboards does not turn up anything unusual, other than this household appears to be well-stocked with food and drink.
Next, you look for the room Jurin’s parents. Not knowing where it is you try every room in the house. With silent feet, quick reflexes and steely nerves you find the servants’ rooms and two latrines without arousing any notice. Then you find a locked door with iron bars reinforcing its wooden frame.
For Radavel:
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For Coralee Starscryer
For Quirk
That meeting occurred over a month ago.
Under the cover of darkness, you stand unseen before the home of the man said to be the mastermind of the humans’ logging activities. You see an opening up near the roof.
For Coralee Starscryer:
Spoiler:Finally, your caravan has reached the village of Falcon’s Hollow, the only settlement for a hundred miles, several hours past dusk. Passing the village gates, the caravan procession stops in front of an inn called the “Sitting Duck.” By the sound coming from the inn, you judge that it is a very rowdy place.
"I'm also going to need a room too, preferably one with a hot bath." She gives herself a look over and then continues, "I've been on the road for a while now and need some freshening up."
She gives the barkeep a big cheesy grin and waits for his reply.
Radavel
Quirk searches for something like a rope, he can use to throw up to the roof, that may help his climb.
For some unknown reason Girther’s “spidey sense” starts tingling. He readies himself for action.
[ooc] I haven’t been reading any of the spoilers; it just looks like things might be about to happen... :) [ooc]
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For Drint
For Girther Listen Check DC 10
For Fyjndel and Quince Listen Check DC 20
For Coralee
In reply to your question regarding a room, the barkeep says, “Sorry, can’t help you. The place is full up.”
“You can try the brothel across town,” says the barkeep with a leer.
For Quirk
For Coralee:
Spoiler:The obese and ill-groomed barkeep is dumbfounded by your request. “All we got is this.” And he places to mugs before you. Before you can object, the barkeep points to a sign that says that: “Customers are required to buy 2 drinks, minimum.”
In reply to your question regarding a room, the barkeep says, “Sorry, can’t help you. The place is full up.”
“You can try the brothel across town,” says the barkeep with a leer.
The dream of the gnome continues to evolve only mildly disturbed by the sound of thunder rolling over the sylvan forests, where Fjyndel dreams to wander. It is iritating, but not nearly enough to wake the gnome, but too much to not have an influence on the dream.
Radavel:
Quirk spits into his hands and attacks the climb to the window on the first floor with enthusiasm paired with a bit of apprehension of the height. Remember, three points secure, always. Don't look down. Can't be that high. Ohhh. It's high enough.
Quirk is frozen by vertigo about 3 feet high...
Will Save against Vertigo (1d20+2=7)
oooooooohhhhhhh..... I'll fall to death....The people look like ants...
Hey! Those are ants...
Oh I wish, I could fly....
For Radavel:
Drint shakes his head. What is going on, he thinks to himself. A pull that strong could only be magic. I've been caught! Hearing footsteps, his shakes his head at his foolishness. He draws out his dagger and starts running back outside, hoping to shake them off.
Girther, hearing the approaching footsteps rises swiftly and quickly wakes first Fjyndel then Quince. “Trouble approaches on heavy feet. Ready yourselves.” he whispers. Gripping his shield and his dwarven waraxe tightly he turns and faces the door.
Fjyndel almost screamed by the sight of the dwarf waking him up with his waraxe handy. Only slowly he recognized Girther and remembered where he is and why. As he hears the steps comming closer, he prepares to cast one of his more powerful spells he has left on his club: Shillelagh.
Quince wakes up with a start a moment before Girther gets to him and leaps out of bed, spear in hand. Seeing that his companions are up and about, he motions to the door.
"I'm going to try and surprise them by quickly opening the door," he whispers.
After a quick glance to see if everyone is ready, Quince listens carefully. As soon as the footsteps get right outside the door, Quince uses open/close to yank the door open unexpectedly.
Radavel:
You are laughing at me? A denizen of the woods? You must be corrupted beyond recognition by the folk living here. I need to find out what has been corrupting you. And if I can't, I will release your soul to the flames.
Quirk again 'attacks' the task of climbing the house standing in front of him.
See, everything works with a little motivation...
Quirk quickly scans the room beyond the open window, before he starts to make his way into the house.
Spot (1d20+6=11) (sry for the Szaranoth reference in the link, should have been attributed to Quirk)
Move Silently (1d20+9=15)
For CoraleeSpoiler:"Sorry. Can't help you," says the barmaid. "Though a vacancy might open up in the morning. Whatever you decide, I suggest that you stay here till sunrise. The streets are not safe after dark."
Coralee sits in contemplation, sipping gingerly on her "liquid" and completely fails to notice the passage of time. It has gotten very early in the morning and she figures that she may as well wait out the remainder of the night in the Inn's common room.
Drint walks warily into his room. "I don't think we're safe here. I--What's the matter?", he asks, seeing his friends with their weapons drawn. "Nevermind. I was just attacked, or sort of anyway. I think a mage tried to enchant me. I felt incredibly tired...but at any rate, there's another magic-user- in this house. I was barely able to get away."
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For Coralee
Girther, nerves steady as steel, asks calmly, “Do we make a break for the front door now or do we hole up here and await the coming of the dawn?”
Fjyndel relaxes somewhat seeing Drint, wondering why he was not here before. Hearing that he was attacked makes him nervous again.
"How long till dawn is it? The longer it is, the more I would like to break free... If you..."
Listen (1d20+7=21)
Interrupted by the scratching sounds he asked whispering: "Did you hear that?", looking to the ceiling.
Quince lets out a sigh of relief when Drint walks through the door. But then he notices that his companions still seem jumpy and nervous.
"Um...can somebody explain to me just what is going on?" he asks.
Radavel
Listen (1d20+2=21)
Quirk listens to the voices in the room below.
Then he casts a Detect Evil to find out, what kind of persons are in the room below.
For Coralee
Spoiler:You notice that quite a number of customers are coughing. A moment later, you see two men stagger out of the common room carrying out one companion who seemed to have passed out. These people are getting sick all of a sudden. You notice that the people are hacking out gobs of phelgm. You cover your mouth and nose. The ones who aren't coughing are those who came with you in the caravan.
Fjyndel points Quince to the ceiling, with one finger in front of his own mouth to let the halfling know that he should be quiet.