With the blade to the Drows throat and the wrath of a God flaring in Cyrnairs eyes, it seems as though the drow momentarily forgets himself and nods "yes" to Cyrnair as Cyrnair pushes his will on the Drow.
Flint peers out through one of the windows (door, if there are no windows) trying to keep an eye on the second patrol while the drow is questioned. "Well, we probably don't have much time then before they notice something is not right." The cleric nervously twists his hands around the Spear of the Huntress. Walking back over to the drow, he picks up the horn the dark used to try to call for aid. "Perhaps we can draw them away from us...,"he questions the group.
(DM: The patrol has stopped rather close to us, right? In OOC you said they were pretty much in the middle of the map, and that's more or less where we are?)
"Anybody speak Orc? We could get their attention that way..."
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"Wanna learn Halfling? It's super-useful..."Caradoc grins back over at the bespectacled arcanist.
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Caradoc giggles and waves a hand at Ennis. "Where are your priorities, man! ....Anyway, I was kidding. It's really the most useless language of all time - we don't ever write anything down anyway."
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Flint smirks at the exchange between Caradoc and Ennis. "I can't help there either."He takes another look outside (Perception 17, plus Guidance 1, if needed) to see if sees what the other patrol is up to. After a moment he shakes his head, "If they don't meet up with the other group soon, they will know something is amiss and then surely one will run off to inform whoever their boss is. Maybe it's best we just eliminate that threat anyways... We don't seem like the ones to run from a possible fight anyways," he flashes a smile at the group. "Let's ask our questions of this one and be on our way!"
Maybe it's best we just eliminate that threat anyways... "
Caradoc grins and says, "Yeah - this one doesn't seem very talkative. Let's go see if one of the others has more to say."
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Flint nods his head in agreement and walks over to the drow. He draws back a foot and delivers a swift kick to the creature's jaw, attempting to knock him out. "Let's go."
As Flint knocks the drow out, the group quickly gathers their things and makes their way through the opened area of the building and stealths towards the keep. Making their way around the buildings to ensure they keep structures between them and the other guard party, they manage to get up to the keep wall without being spotted. Facing this fort carved into the side of the mountain, they see multiple arrow slits for firing arrows down on invaders. They see a large wooden door that seems new in comparison to the rest of the fort.
The fort comes out a bit on either side, but from your current location, there does not seem to be any other way to enter.
What does the group do from here?
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"Are they waiting for your patrol ? " ask Cyrnair to the drow.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Make a persuasion/intimidate roll with adv. Because of the sword to his throat. Still a high DC though
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PbP Character: A few ;)
With the blade to the Drows throat and the wrath of a God flaring in Cyrnairs eyes, it seems as though the drow momentarily forgets himself and nods "yes" to Cyrnair as Cyrnair pushes his will on the Drow.
Flint peers out through one of the windows (door, if there are no windows) trying to keep an eye on the second patrol while the drow is questioned. "Well, we probably don't have much time then before they notice something is not right." The cleric nervously twists his hands around the Spear of the Huntress. Walking back over to the drow, he picks up the horn the dark used to try to call for aid. "Perhaps we can draw them away from us...," he questions the group.
"Either that or we bolt into the castle like thing. Take advantage of them being far away from us?" Ky asks.
(DM: The patrol has stopped rather close to us, right? In OOC you said they were pretty much in the middle of the map, and that's more or less where we are?)
"Anybody speak Orc? We could get their attention that way..."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Common, Elvish, Draconic, Celestial, and Primordial..." Ennis rattles off quietly, "...no Orcish I'm afraid."
"Wanna learn Halfling? It's super-useful..." Caradoc grins back over at the bespectacled arcanist.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Ennis adjusts his glasses, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"I'd certainly be open to that, once we're not delving into ancient ruins looking for lost relics with enemies close at hand."
Caradoc giggles and waves a hand at Ennis. "Where are your priorities, man! ....Anyway, I was kidding. It's really the most useless language of all time - we don't ever write anything down anyway."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Neither I " negates Cyrnair with his head.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Flint smirks at the exchange between Caradoc and Ennis. "I can't help there either." He takes another look outside (Perception 17, plus Guidance 1, if needed) to see if sees what the other patrol is up to. After a moment he shakes his head, "If they don't meet up with the other group soon, they will know something is amiss and then surely one will run off to inform whoever their boss is. Maybe it's best we just eliminate that threat anyways... We don't seem like the ones to run from a possible fight anyways," he flashes a smile at the group. "Let's ask our questions of this one and be on our way!"
"Mmm I can't say I know orcish either. Though I recently picked up a little trick that could facilitate communication, should the need arise."
((OOC: Tongues seems like it might be useful soon ))
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
OOC: The other group is about 100+ feet away at least. I updated the sheet to show where the path is and where the group is waiting.
Caradoc grins and says, "Yeah - this one doesn't seem very talkative. Let's go see if one of the others has more to say."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Flint nods his head in agreement and walks over to the drow. He draws back a foot and delivers a swift kick to the creature's jaw, attempting to knock him out. "Let's go."
As Flint knocks the drow out, the group quickly gathers their things and makes their way through the opened area of the building and stealths towards the keep. Making their way around the buildings to ensure they keep structures between them and the other guard party, they manage to get up to the keep wall without being spotted. Facing this fort carved into the side of the mountain, they see multiple arrow slits for firing arrows down on invaders. They see a large wooden door that seems new in comparison to the rest of the fort.
The fort comes out a bit on either side, but from your current location, there does not seem to be any other way to enter.
What does the group do from here?