So our group has been making more noise than we really should have (who thought towing a longboat into town was a good idea again?) and going into Asvig's place as stealthily as possible seemed a good way to reverse our fortunes. Ideally, we figured, the sword might still be in there and we could just snag it and scarper.
So my trixie-blooded* gnome scout rogue-4 shrinks to 11" tall, stealths all through the steading, notes the location of the treasure room, and heads back out. That evening, with a feast in progress, I head back in with a bag, make my way past Asvig's bedroom (where Asvig and his wife have retired to do the Ulfen Shuffle), carefully unshrink, pack all the nifty-looking stuff up, reshrink, and exit. Easy as taking candy from a baby. No sword, but those boots almost make up for it.
A few hours later, after nightfall and most of the thanes falling asleep, Asvig finally notices he's been burgled and raises the alarm. The few conscious thanes head out to search the area. They completely miss our little encampment, and we go in past them. Just As Planned.
We came in through the sheep-shearing room, and... an offhand comment from the GM inspired us to try disguising ourselves as sheep. No, really.
And we all rolled really well, and the tiny number of people left on guard -- and Asvig and his witch-wife -- all flubbed their rolls. So they were under the impression that a band of savage sheep creatures were raiding the hall. Would Beowulf turn out for weresheep?
With my sap-adept feats and our blue rose cavalier's abilities, the chief, the witch, and her familiar were subdued in moments and our flock headed for the hills to interrogate them in safety. Baa.
When the skalds try to capture this portion of our saga, they're just going to throw their hands up and skip the whole thing out of shear bewilderment. ^.^
*(see 101 Alternate Racial Traits from Rite Publishing)
That is awesome! Thanks for sharing!
I still can't believe I let you guys do this.