Roxaria notes the smoke coming from Tulgi’s cabin. “Somebody’s home,” she says matter of factly. She makes her way to the door and knocks on it. “Tulgi? Private Roxaria Icewind, Glass Blade. May we come in and speak with you?”
Roxaria ensures her shield is slung across her back and secured and that her longsword is sheathed at her left hip. Her longbow is held and the quiver attached to her belt on her right hip. She knocks on the door once more. She steps back from the door to give the occupant space when they answer. She turns to Trem and Eline. “You think with as chilly as it is out here, Urgon was even aware that he was afflicted?”
Eline looks to Trem, and then back at Roxaria, and thinks for a moment. "Could be that was the case." Eline draws her overcoat closer around her shoulders. The twin daggers at her back and the magical energy pulsing through her, indicates her readiness should anything amiss befall them.
Trem is slightly impressed by Vauthok, the Goliath seems to have more brain than he gave him credit for. Not wanting to talk about himself Trem asks Eline:
So... how did you wound up here?
Do you all know eachother?
"Well, no. I don't know any of you! Some many leagues due east of here is Cinderrest Sanctum. I called it home for the last seven years since...," she hesitates, not altogether sure she should outright share her whole life story with someone she just barely met. "Since...well...since mom passed. What brought me here, however, was, more than anything, my aimless wandering!" She grins sheepishly at the elven man. "Yeah, I really was sent out on my own by my mentor and teacher when he felt there was nothing more he could offer me. Why, he told me 'well, lass, keep yer head about ye, and don' go lookin' fer trouble when it ain't necessary,'" she says, imitating her master's heavily accented speech, " or some such drivel."
Eline shrugs, not knowing what else to say of herself. Of course, there were things she'd rather NOT say about herself or her past...
( Charisma Deception Check 8 to keep the reason for her mother's passing a secret).
(Galdurnit! Dice still dun like me!)
There's more to this girl than meets the eye. Best be careful, pretty faces have caused you trouble before. Trem does feel sorry for her though. He put a hand on her shoulder.
I'm sorry for your loss...
Trem is saved by the returning Roxaria. He hated to tell the girl what a thief he is.
Roxaria notes the smoke coming from Tulgi’s cabin. “Somebody’s home,” she says matter of factly. She makes her way to the door and knocks on it. “Tulgi? Private Roxaria Icewind, Glass Blade. May we come in and speak with you?”
Roxaria ensures her shield is slung across her back and secured and that her longsword is sheathed at her left hip. Her longbow is held and the quiver attached to her belt on her right hip. She knocks on the door once more. She steps back from the door to give the occupant space when they answer. She turns to Trem and Eline. “You think with as chilly as it is out here, Urgon was even aware that he was afflicted?”
I'm not sure. He should have been used to the cold though.
Roxaria notes the smoke coming from Tulgi’s cabin. “Somebody’s home,” she says matter of factly. She makes her way to the door and knocks on it. “Tulgi? Private Roxaria Icewind, Glass Blade. May we come in and speak with you?”
Roxaria ensures her shield is slung across her back and secured and that her longsword is sheathed at her left hip. Her longbow is held and the quiver attached to her belt on her right hip. She knocks on the door once more. She steps back from the door to give the occupant space when they answer. She turns to Trem and Eline. “You think with as chilly as it is out here, Urgon was even aware that he was afflicted?”
Eline looks to Trem, and then back at Roxaria, and thinks for a moment. "Could be that was the case." Eline draws her overcoat closer around her shoulders. The twin daggers at her back and the magical energy pulsing through her, indicates her readiness should anything amiss befall them.
Roxaria hears an angry voice shout "Go away, leave me be"
Tulgi? It's me, Trem! Remember me? We met a few weeks ago, when I first came her you showed me how to get to the village. I'd still be roaming the Tundra without you! I didn't see you at the funeral and I just wanted to know if you're ok?
Roxaria turns around and gives Trem a bewildered look. In a whispered voice with a dash of incredulousness and a hint of irkness, “Did you just lie to her or did you fail to tell us that you already knew Tulgi?! I wouldn’t have knocked on the door and announced I was a Glass Blade if I knew that you two were already acquaintances.”
She turns to the door awaiting a response and not even a few seconds later, as if dwelling on Trem’s comment, whips around, “I’d appreciate it if you not withhold information to us or lie…or whatever it is… again, please.”
Roxaria exhales sharply and turns around again after chastising Trem. Almost instantly, she regrets laying into Trem without hearing his explanation; however, says nothing yet either because of personal guilt or because she is still annoyed. She waits patiently to see how Tulgi responds.
Trem sighs internally, without showing any signs of it. Damn those stiff law upholders! I need to be real careful around this one. He gives Roxaria a gentle smile and whispers:
Hush now, it pains me that you think I would withhold any information from you. I've met a trapper who helped me back then. It just occurred to me that it was probably Tulgi. *hears the shout*Or not...
With a grin he adds:
I thought that Glass Blades had better control over their emotions?
More serious now:
Best use your authority now! And keep your distance when she does open the door. It could be contagious.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Vauthok nodded in agreement to his green companions assessment and stepped closer to the empty fireplace to have a closer look. “Maybe Urgon wasn’t very good at his craft.” The big man grumbled as he moved a toppled chair out his path with the toe of his snow-crusted boot. The place was a wreck. Maybe the dwarf was equally bad at tidying up as he was at exploration.
“Something feels off...” The barbarian randomly says aloud as he examines a broken tankard he had found on the hearth. “Don’t know what it is though..”
“Kha..” The barbarian called to his orc companion. “We aren’t the only ones who came looking for something here..” The more he scanned the mess around them the more obvious it became that someone had destroyed it in search of something. There was no honor in stealing from a dead man and the mere thought made Vauthok’s blood boil.
“She-warrior!” The big man barked in a dangerous tone. Stepping back out on to the porch of the cabin, Vauthok stood to his full height and stared down at the woman. “We were not the first ones here. Who came before us?” He demanded fiercely.
"My name is Mila Teno" She then looks inside and sees the mess "I do not know who did this. I was told to stand outside and that is what I have done. Perhaps this was done before I was ordered to stand guard. The only people I saw are you are your group"
"I believe you are right." Kha replies to the goliath. He then stoops down to dig through the mess of equipment, pulling out a lantern and lighting it with his tinderbox. The room fills with light and the orc is easily able to see how the dwarf's belongings have been tossed about with any regard. "Yup,"Kha affirms. "Someone else tossed this place pretty good."
The cleric touches his amulet with one hand and then places the other atop the should of Reginald. "Kord, make our eyes as sharp as our swords."A brief glow from the hand touching the gnome accompanies the words. Kha gives him a nod. "Surely he had some good hiding spots around here...?"
Reginald peers into the room after Vauthok, "Pardon me, please", he moves in, stands in the middle of the ransacked room and starts to examine the items in disarray. (Investigation + 6 : 7)
"Was this a mere burglary of an abandoned home, is everything of value taken or..." Reginald pauses and considers the situation, "or does it seem to you that the miscreants were looking for something specific?" The gnome pauses and awaits the response of the others in the group.
(OOC total result for investigation is 10 ... not a failure but only the most basic information) Note : I am not re-editing messages with rolls because If I go back to the it will mark them as "Potential manipulated dice roll" haven't figured out how to go back and edit the comment spart with out triggering the dice part yet.
Eline looks on in slight bewilderment at the elven man, and nods in affirmation. She had to admit: she was impressed with his logic in the moment. He was a clever one, and not unused to trying to get ahead by any means necessary, or so she surmised. She would have to be careful around him, she thought. At the same time though...he was quite charming. She grips her overcoat and wonders if he were right. She would have to get something a little warmer than this old overcoat. "Yeah, you're probably right," she replies.
Eline stands at the door with the other two, waiting on the dwarven woman within.
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Roxaria hears an angry voice shout "Go away, leave me be"
Kha as you look around the room you notice that this place has been ransacked.
Eline looks to Trem, and then back at Roxaria, and thinks for a moment. "Could be that was the case." Eline draws her overcoat closer around her shoulders. The twin daggers at her back and the magical energy pulsing through her, indicates her readiness should anything amiss befall them.
At the angry voice from within, Eline goes still with anticipation, not daring to speak at the moment.
There's more to this girl than meets the eye. Best be careful, pretty faces have caused you trouble before. Trem does feel sorry for her though. He put a hand on her shoulder.
I'm sorry for your loss...
Trem is saved by the returning Roxaria. He hated to tell the girl what a thief he is.
I'm not sure. He should have been used to the cold though.
We've got to get you some warmer clothes!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Tulgi? It's me, Trem! Remember me? We met a few weeks ago, when I first came her you showed me how to get to the village. I'd still be roaming the Tundra without you! I didn't see you at the funeral and I just wanted to know if you're ok?
Deception check: 9
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria turns around and gives Trem a bewildered look. In a whispered voice with a dash of incredulousness and a hint of irkness, “Did you just lie to her or did you fail to tell us that you already knew Tulgi?! I wouldn’t have knocked on the door and announced I was a Glass Blade if I knew that you two were already acquaintances.”
She turns to the door awaiting a response and not even a few seconds later, as if dwelling on Trem’s comment, whips around, “I’d appreciate it if you not withhold information to us or lie…or whatever it is… again, please.”
Roxaria exhales sharply and turns around again after chastising Trem. Almost instantly, she regrets laying into Trem without hearing his explanation; however, says nothing yet either because of personal guilt or because she is still annoyed. She waits patiently to see how Tulgi responds.
Trem, Roxaria, and Eline hear another shout "That's a lie, Go away"
Trem sighs internally, without showing any signs of it. Damn those stiff law upholders! I need to be real careful around this one. He gives Roxaria a gentle smile and whispers:
Hush now, it pains me that you think I would withhold any information from you. I've met a trapper who helped me back then. It just occurred to me that it was probably Tulgi. *hears the shout* Or not...
With a grin he adds:
I thought that Glass Blades had better control over their emotions?
More serious now:
Best use your authority now! And keep your distance when she does open the door. It could be contagious.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Vauthok nodded in agreement to his green companions assessment and stepped closer to the empty fireplace to have a closer look. “Maybe Urgon wasn’t very good at his craft.” The big man grumbled as he moved a toppled chair out his path with the toe of his snow-crusted boot. The place was a wreck. Maybe the dwarf was equally bad at tidying up as he was at exploration.
“Something feels off...” The barbarian randomly says aloud as he examines a broken tankard he had found on the hearth. “Don’t know what it is though..”
((Perception Check: 9 ))
Vauthok looks at the mess and realize that Urgon's home was ransacked.
“Kha..” The barbarian called to his orc companion. “We aren’t the only ones who came looking for something here..” The more he scanned the mess around them the more obvious it became that someone had destroyed it in search of something. There was no honor in stealing from a dead man and the mere thought made Vauthok’s blood boil.
“She-warrior!” The big man barked in a dangerous tone. Stepping back out on to the porch of the cabin, Vauthok stood to his full height and stared down at the woman. “We were not the first ones here. Who came before us?” He demanded fiercely.
"My name is Mila Teno" She then looks inside and sees the mess "I do not know who did this. I was told to stand outside and that is what I have done. Perhaps this was done before I was ordered to stand guard. The only people I saw are you are your group"
"I believe you are right." Kha replies to the goliath. He then stoops down to dig through the mess of equipment, pulling out a lantern and lighting it with his tinderbox. The room fills with light and the orc is easily able to see how the dwarf's belongings have been tossed about with any regard. "Yup," Kha affirms. "Someone else tossed this place pretty good."
The cleric touches his amulet with one hand and then places the other atop the should of Reginald. "Kord, make our eyes as sharp as our swords." A brief glow from the hand touching the gnome accompanies the words. Kha gives him a nod. "Surely he had some good hiding spots around here...?"
(Guidance for Regi)
Reginald peers into the room after Vauthok, "Pardon me, please", he moves in, stands in the middle of the ransacked room and starts to examine the items in disarray. (Investigation + 6 : 7)
"Was this a mere burglary of an abandoned home, is everything of value taken or..." Reginald pauses and considers the situation, "or does it seem to you that the miscreants were looking for something specific?" The gnome pauses and awaits the response of the others in the group.
Cats go Moo!
(Out of Character - OOC : Ack! rolled a 1 on my investigation, good thing the others are here to pick up, the slack :)
Cats go Moo!
(OCC : Adding the Guidance roll of +1d4 = 4)
Cats go Moo!
(OOC total result for investigation is 10 ... not a failure but only the most basic information) Note : I am not re-editing messages with rolls because If I go back to the it will mark them as "Potential manipulated dice roll" haven't figured out how to go back and edit the comment spart with out triggering the dice part yet.
Cats go Moo!
<<OOC most DMs house rule nat 1s as auto fail though. I'm curious how our DM handles it!>>
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Eline looks on in slight bewilderment at the elven man, and nods in affirmation. She had to admit: she was impressed with his logic in the moment. He was a clever one, and not unused to trying to get ahead by any means necessary, or so she surmised. She would have to be careful around him, she thought. At the same time though...he was quite charming. She grips her overcoat and wonders if he were right. She would have to get something a little warmer than this old overcoat. "Yeah, you're probably right," she replies.
Eline stands at the door with the other two, waiting on the dwarven woman within.