Master Grachius, is there something wrong with your meal? You seem to be upset.
Loba:
The boy cries out in pain and crumbles to the ground. As tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes and he visiby tries to fight them back, he notices you walking the street, not difficult since you're the only one around.
"Please, ma'am. You gotta to help me! I need to be gettin' home before it's too late! Can you help me?" At this point, he tries to support his own weight, but shudders visibly from the pain and returns to the ground, grimacing.
"Please, ma'am. You gotta to help me! I need to be gettin' home before it's too late! Can you help me?"
Loba, always cautious, takes in the scene, trying to determine whether the kid is faking his injury and whether there might be others lurking in the shadows waiting to ambush her as reward for a good deed .
** spoiler omitted **
Loba:
Sense Motive Result: As far as you can tell, he is not faking the injury, he seems to be in severe pain.
Perception Result: You hear faint clanking, as though someone wearing armour is running. You're not sure how far away it is, however.
The boy continues to plead: "Please help me, it's just down this alley, not far at all!"
The boy continues to plead: "Please help me, it's just down this alley, not far at all!"
Loba hesitates a moment longer, as if uncertain, then nods wordlessly from deep within her cowl. She strides over to where the boy sits on the ground, picks him up, and starts walking swiftly in the indicated direction.
Loba
In the tavern, Janiven grows more and more tense as no news arrives, and finally begins clearing the table. Not long after, the door bursts open, revealing a teenage boy being supported by a tiefling woman. Janiven looks immediately concerned, and the boy yells "They've got Arael!"
Out of breath as he is, he begins coughing and trying to regain his breath.
"What?" Zareth reaches down to his pack, where a small snake crawls out onto his arm as he picks the pack up. "Oh, and the Watch probably followed you here, didn't they? Janvian, is there a back entrance to the building?"
Oh, my!
<Rushes over to ensure the boy is OK>
(counting the penalty)
Tenze brandishes her sword, ready to fight. "Excuse me, Miss Janiven, do be a good, polite woman and tell us what is going on."
She sneaks towards the door, staying to the side. She peeks out, if possible.
The figure escorting the boy through the tavern door is fully covered by robes died a drab dark burnt umber. Her face is mostly obscured in the shadows of a full cowl pulled low, but you can just make out that she is also wearing an even darker scarf tied across the bridge of her nose just below her eyes.
Grachius will unfurl his black cloak and put it on while sliding into the shadows near the closest secondary egress to the building whether it be window, backdoor, or firewood dropbox.
Stealth
Grachius will unfurl his black cloak and put it on while sliding into the shadows near the closest secondary egress to the building whether it be window, backdoor, or firewood dropbox.
Stealth 1d20 +7
I think the dice hate me.
Ben moves towards the door, noting that Tenze wants to hide. He tries to get to the door, not hiding at all, and tries to see who or what may be following the new arrivals.
"Were you followed?" he asks in the confusion.
Perception:1d20-2=16
Ben moves towards the door, noting that Tenze wants to hide. He tries to get to the door, not hiding at all, and tries to see who or what may be following the new arrivals.
"Were you followed?" he asks in the confusion.
Perception:1d20-2=16
Tenze looks at him like he's insane.
Tenze looks at him like he's insane.Ben moves towards the door, noting that Tenze wants to hide. He tries to get to the door, not hiding at all, and tries to see who or what may be following the new arrivals.
"Were you followed?" he asks in the confusion.
Perception:1d20-2=16
Tenze looks at him like he's insane.Ben moves towards the door, noting that Tenze wants to hide. He tries to get to the door, not hiding at all, and tries to see who or what may be following the new arrivals.
"Were you followed?" he asks in the confusion.
Perception:1d20-2=16
Camris:
The boy catches his breath, and continues: "Arael was taken by the dottari just an hour ago. The hellknights are trying to convince them to hand him over." He looks sheepishly at Benicio. "Yes, I think I might have been followed..."
Benicio:
Janiven sees Grachius looking for another exit, and addresses him. "Unfortunately, this old tavern's exits are all boarded up. The only open windows lead out into the street, where the hellknights are fast approaching."
Janiven runs forward and bars the door to the tavern. Responding to Tenze's question, she replies, "I apologize, but I've no more idea than you. All I know is that the last thing I want is to be captured by a group of over-zealous devil worshipers."
At Zareth's question, she brightens. "There's no back door, but there is a passage in the cellar that leads into the city sewers. I think that's our best chance."
She begins moving towards a trapdoor located behind the bar. She opens it, and gestures. "Come! We need to get out of here!"
Abandoning any attempt at stealth , Tenze leaps away from the door. She pauses by Camris. "Come on, Camris, we have to hurry!" She turns to the boy. "Boy, do you think you can manage without help?"
Abandoning any attempt at stealth , Tenze leaps away from the door. She pauses by Camris. "Come on, Camris, we have to hurry!" She turns to the boy. "Boy, do you think you can manage without help?"
The boy puts on a brave face and grimaces in pain when he puts weight on his bad foot, but he nods slowly and limps towards the trap-door.
Abandoning any attempt at stealth , Tenze leaps away from the door. She pauses by Camris. "Come on, Camris, we have to hurry!" She turns to the boy. "Boy, do you think you can manage without help?"The boy puts on a brave face and grimaces in pain when he puts weight on his bad foot, but he nods slowly and limps towards the trap-door.
"Going through the sewers? How... distasteful." Zareth pauses for a moment before moving to the trap door. "Still, better than letting the hellknights get a hold on you. Let's get going before they arrive, shall we?"
From beneath the cowl, Loba says her first words since entering the tavern. "It seems my good deed has placed me in an awkward spot, with curfew now fallen and Hellknights on their way." She tilts her head as if pondering for a moment . "I don't suppose you'd allow me to follow you through the sewers rather than having to stay behind and face potentially cruel questioning? I won't be a nuisance and can certainly take my leave of you once we've avoided this complication."
"We've got company! I heard armor coming this way, fast!"
Ben waves the others towards the trapdoor.
At Lady Janiven’s attention, Grachius’s shoulders un-hunch and his face slides into a relaxed smile. As her attention leaves Grachius, something hard and emotional gazes out of his eyes and a hand tightens briefly on his rapier. Before anyone can even attempt a double take, Grachius has a radiant grin he says, “Well, my lady… If we must leave this stage, perhaps a grand finale is in order.”
“Quickly everyone into the cellar!!!” Grachius orders as strides into the kitchen.
After striding into the kitchen, Grachius grabs the first empty pot he lays hands on and begins using it to shovel burning wood and coals from the fireplace to anything in the room that looks like it could burn… While keeping an eye open for a bottle or jug of oil.
Perception
If he hears anything banging on the door, he’ll take a final scoop of burning coals and the oil, run to the exit to the cellar, toss the oil in front of the door and the last scoop of coals about the room, and finally dance down into the cellar… closing the door behind.
Perform (Dance)
Camris provides whatever help he can to the boy so he can limp more quickly. He looks at Loba as he passes.
If you're in trouble too, then you need to come with us. I don't want to have your blood on my hands.
Camris provides whatever help he can to the boy so he can limp more quickly. He looks at Loba as he passes.
If you're in trouble too, then you need to come with us. I don't want to have your blood on my hands.
Tenze follows Camris.
Ben sheathes his weapon, and brings up the rear, watching the barred door.
Camris provides whatever help he can to the boy so he can limp more quickly. He looks at Loba as he passes.
If you're in trouble too, then you need to come with us. I don't want to have your blood on my hands.
Loba nods once and then silently follows Camris and the boy down into the cellar.
I believe Ben and I are the last two in the building by the time the Hellknights begin banging on the door.
I come running out of the kitchen with a jug of oil and a pot of flaming hot coals. I throw the jug of oil in front of the door, scatter the coals about the room, then as the room begins to blaze I dance down the stairs with Ben close behind me.
Perform (Dance) 1d20 + 7 = (11) + 7 = 18
Standing tall with his chest puffed out and fists at his belt, Grachius announces: "Let us hurry to the next scene! I have an entrance to make!"
Perform (Acting):
Ben sheathes his weapon, and brings up the rear, watching the barred door.
Ben casts magic missile at the darkness.
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[ooc]That's fine! Happy holidays!
For no understandable reason, Tiny Ben says "Merry Christmas, everyone!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVsTtSrOMsI
For no understandable reason, Tiny Ben says "Merry Christmas, everyone!"
Eh, life happens. Maybe we'll get to game with you at a later date, eh? Be proud you bravely started the story, that's generally the hardest part.
Well, how about it Warforged Gardener? I know I'm still interested in the game and look forward to seeing this story to its end.
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Well, how about it Warforged Gardener? I know I'm still interested in the game and look forward to seeing this story to its end.
I was checking on WG... Here is his last post:
I've actually been very ill lately and my wife is nearing the end of her second pregnancy. I'd like to continue but I've been a bit distracted. If everyone can bear with me, I can try to catch up this week.
I think I can speak for everyone when I say... we hope your feeling alot better WG and, um, that you and your family are doing well. While I for one would certainly appreciate you stepping in, I can certainly understand why you wouldn't be able to at this time. Be happy and well.
For hire: Brave, ugly fighter seeks adventure with likeminded dreamers. Armed to the teeth, little experience. Inquire at the nearest tavern.