Liandra hurls her dagger in the indicated direction.
1d20+10
1d4+2
percentile1d100
"Stop. Please. I surrender," says a meak voice emanating from near the baron's bed.
Hru will guard the door from outside
"Lord, what kind of battle is this you show me?" Hru says more to himself.
"The Baron will not be receiving guests tonight" Hru chuckles before moving to a position to see down the stairs
"Talk fast or die slow Bumpo, I've got more knives than you've got pints of blood."
Intimidate
While her threatening tone is ruined by an attack of the giggles caused by Hru's muttering, Liandra looks for any activity that would indicate the invisible Baron trying to silence the invisible Bumpo.
Perception
"Talk fast or die slow Bumpo, I've got more knives than you've got pints of blood."
Intimidate1d20+5
While her threatening tone is ruined by an attack of the giggles caused by Hru's muttering, Liandra looks for any activity that would indicate the invisible Baron trying to silence the invisible Bumpo.
Perception 1d20+10
"Dindler Magrak, at your service, ma'am. I would happily talk fast about whatever subject you choose, but doing so might kill me," says the invisible indentation leaning against the Baron's four postered bed dripping blood before adding in a cultured Taldoran accent, "You wouldn't happen to have a restorative of some sort on your person, would you?"
Sir Manfred concentrates and attempts to perceive the presence of Evil.
"Dindler Magrak, at your service, ma'am. I would happily talk fast about whatever subject you choose, but doing so might kill me," says the invisible indentation leaning against the Baron's four postered bed dripping blood before adding in a cultured Taldoran accent, "You wouldn't happen to have a restorative of some sort on your person, would you?""Talk fast or die slow Bumpo, I've got more knives than you've got pints of blood."
Intimidate1d20+5
While her threatening tone is ruined by an attack of the giggles caused by Hru's muttering, Liandra looks for any activity that would indicate the invisible Baron trying to silence the invisible Bumpo.
Perception 1d20+10
"That depends. How much can you tell me before you pass out from blood loss?"
"That depends. How much can you tell me before you pass out from blood loss?"
"Did you ever work as an escort in Oppara? You look awfully familiar," says Dindler/Bumpo before quickly adding, "I could tell you where the Baron has likely gone ... but I'll be wanting that restorative first. Time is of the essence for you as well as I, I believe."
Sir Manfred looks around. "Where is Eria?"
"Thanks Galadar,"Liandra says, sheathing her other weapons as she takes back her khukri.
"Damn teleporting coward! Look if the guards come down on us I'll paint the ceiling with your blood first. I'll give you the potion after you talk, but take too long and you die."
"Well! I can see that I have rubbed the wrong way. The Galdur Vendikon, noble and wizard, is, I'm quite sure, in his laboratory, which, you know as you have, no doubt, spent months preparing for this mission, is in the tower."
Although Dindler is still invisible, he speaks with such dramatic intonation that you can imagine over the top gestures and facial expressions to accentuate each carefully intoned word.
"Now, I believe that I, and only I, can be of some further use to you. I can keep the guards at bay! That, however, will cost you more than a simple potion. I want a guarantee of safe passage to Absalom."
"By the door, Manfred."
Knotty gives up on his detecting of magicks for now and walks away from Dindler casting at the bedside lamp.
"So this is magical too?" asks the wizard turning back towards the invisible briefly.
Knotty Round 1:
There are thoughts present in this room.
Knotty Round 2:
Some of those thoughts are coming from Dindler.
Knotty Round 3:
"Of there's a place for ME amongst the theater in Absalom. I'm Dindler Magrak. If my fellow thespians knew of my performance here, they'd make a place. Maybe I should ask this lot for a letter of reference as well ... some kind of testimonial to how fooled they were ..."
Sir Manfred takes his place, blocking the door.
"Ask the guard where the alchemicals are stored, they may come in handy later on at the gate." whispers Knotty while concentrating elsewhere.
The guard has no idea where the alchemist's fire is being kept. He suggests the storage building out back might be a good place to start.
Dindler wills himself to become visible and sighs in exasperation, "My fair Liandra would you like to tie me up. Usually I prefer to do the tying but ..."
"He thinks he is something special that Dindler. Some kind of stage actor. Full of himself but mostless harmless like a cheap priest of Abadar." Knotty taps the side of his head.
"Dindler what is the easiest route through the keep to the Baron's? And what magical defences does he employ? constructs? guards? warding spells? Don't think about lying, I can read your mind and your safe passage relies on telling me the truth."
As Knotty takes over the interrogation Liandra begins to tie Dindler up, making syre that the ropes ar a bit tighter and a bit more uncomfortable than is necessary.
"Dindler what is the easiest route through the keep to the Baron's? And what magical defences does he employ? constructs? guards? warding spells? Don't think about lying, I can read your mind and your safe passage relies on telling me the truth."
Dindler laughs, "Door at the end of the hall on your left. That's as far as the Baron's ever let me get. I don't think he completely trusts me for some reason. His most trusted man is usually there, along with a handful of his guards."
"This guard, what does he use to fight with, sword? spells? what? and we should go soon, shouldn't we?" looking at Dindler then Galadar and Liandra.
"This guard, what does he use to fight with, sword? spells? what? and we should go soon, shouldn't we?" looking at Dindler then Galadar and Liandra.
"Sword, for which he seems to have quite a knack," says Dindler before adding sarcastically. "Yes, do hurry."
Knotty grins at Dindler nastily, "you I like."
Knotty grins at Dindler nastily, "you I like."
"Well, I've often found being tied up to be a bonding experience," says Dindler, wincing as the ropes are pulled tight. "Look, I'm sure there's humor in this situation somewhere, but I'm just not seeing it. Have fun with Captain Blacklock. Too-da-loo."
"Anything else in any of the other rooms we should know about?" Eria asks. After encountering one shock that evening she wasn't really in a hurry to encounter any more.
"Alright let's move, in a couple of minutes this place will be swarming with guards." Liandra says, slinging her crossbow over her back.
"Anything else in any of the other rooms we should know about?" Eria asks. After encountering one shock that evening she wasn't really in a hurry to encounter any more.
"Dear Lord. Time is passing, the guards are going to be pounding at the door downstairs in a minute, and you lot are asking me questions. Remind me again of why I should help ... gulp ... oh, yes ... put that sharp thing away dear. There's lots to beware of. Lots of men with sharp, pointy things. I doubt you'll make it much further than down the hall and through the door on your left so why bother talking?"
You hear pounding on the door downstairs.
"Right on cue!" says Dindler with a grin. "Let me go and I'll keep them off your backs. Safe passage to Absalom. The deal stands."
I look back out into the hallway to determine if I can see steps heading up from here.
I look back out into the hallway to determine if I can see steps heading up from here.
"I can make people faster, if we have guards to face that may help. Why don't we just keep going and I'll web anything that comes behind? Vendikon is probably even now prepping spells like mad before he takes us on. We shouldn't wait around. Remember the guards know we are here."
"He's absolutely right. When we get to him we spread out and hit hard and fast. None of this cluster^%^%# business. Wizards like that $#!+."
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"Less talk, more moving then," I say with some forcefulness and move out of the door... I try not to even think of the reason why the guards might be on the alert.
"Do we want to try the first door down the hall and on the left?"
I move down the hall and take a look at the first door on the left, moving up next to it to see if I can hear anything through it.
perception:
Knotty waits at the rear so that he can web the corridor or doors if necessary, combat wand at the ready.
Following Dindler's directions, you head back down the hallway toward the stairs you came up. At the end of the end of the hallway is a closed door on your left. Dindler indicated that this was the way to the stairs to the tower. He also mentioned Captain Blacklock and his men would be on the other side of it.
You hear what seems to be several men, all apparently oblivious that the Keep is under attack by dragons and a band of misfits.
Liandra puts away her Khukri and readies the repeating crossbow, bracing herself against the wall to the side of the door, careful to stay out of view should the door open.
"Unfortunately not. The hat's magic makes someone look like a standard guard or townsfolk, not a specific individual. Sorry. I was hoping to immobilise the Captain with one of my mind effecting spells. I can make one of you disappear if that helps but I'd say that we just rush them with the advantage of surprise and speed. Manfred and Hru can grow large if needs be."
Knotty shrugs.
The pounding on the barred main door downstairs continues.