A slot in the door opens revealing a pair of brown eyes and green skin. "Name please" everyone can hear the rustling of paper as the doorman rifles through his ledger.
“Uh, yeah. Hi!” Finn says, putting on an air of confidence and purpose. “We’re the extra muscle. Hired ‘cause of some Ellis Moir. We’re on the clock and getting paid whether you open up or not so….” Finn shrugs and acts bored.
Deception 7 plus 5 from Psionic Knack, if needed…
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Norros pipes up after a moment. "Ah ah ah. No names on this one. Suffice to say, Management hired us. Special task. Just in case those aren't enough." He gives a head jerk towards the gargoyles.
Deception 27 with a minimum of 18 thanks to Silver Tongue
The door swings open revealing a lavish interior. The doorman waves everyone in "Alright head to the far left room to meet Brumak, she will tell you what to do" The party walks past the coat check stand and enter within the main lounge with a stage up front. There are several people dressed in fine clothing softly talking. There is a couple by the bar quite enamored with each as they exchange kisses. Everyone sees a man walk by with poker chips in hand and a happy grin on his face.
The party sees a staircase that heads up, double doors that lead to the kitchen, and the door that leads to Brumak to the party's left, There are 3 uniformed guards patrolling the lounge.
Sieghart didn’t expect Norros to actually manage to get them in with this kind of deception, but was glad to be proven wrong. It seemed that he had a knack with words.
He looked surprised at the interior decor. It definitely clashed with the rest of Pauperis. It almost felt like they were in a Cloud district establishment.
He followed the group to this Brumak’s office when they are ready to head in.
Norros say softly to the others. "I would expect there to be a few peepholes and trapdoors and such. Keep an eye out." He proceeds at a leisurely pace towards this Brumak, to the left.
Varlan pulls his goggles over his eyes as he enters the dimly lit building. "A more opulent space than I had expected," he says, glancing around at the decor and furnishings then, at Norros word, looking a little more closely for the more subtle additions that he suggested.
As they move off he tries to stand at Norros' side or slightly behind, as might fit the body guard of such a fine gentleman.
The door reads Head of Security. Once the group opens the door they see a spartan office with no decorations beyond a half dead succulent on the desk. There is a small lamp and stacks of gold neatly arranged in rows. There is a large greatsword leaning against the desk. Behind the desk is a well muscled black dragonborn dressed in Splint Mail. She is busy counting the money and only looks up once finished. "I hear each of you is a new hire. Hmm... well let me see"Brumak rifles through a stack of papers. "I don't remember the boss saying that there were any new hires. Alright well tell me your names and I will run it by the boss"
Finn is distracted by the easy looking marks on the first floor. The canoodling couple, the big winner blithely showing off his stacks of chips… And there’s poker to be played, card games are always enticing! Tempting. So tempting!
But Finn does have some self control and they are here to do a job. Tearing her eyes off what she considers easy money she instead starts scanning faces and comparing them to the image they were show back above the bakery. Instead of immediately going with the rest of the group Finn tries to stealthily break away from them and mingle with the patrons of the bar instead, trying to get a good look at everyone and see if she can spot Ellis Moir…
If there is any pushback from the guards or such, Finn easily changes plans and sticks with the group…
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Finn succeeds on making his way to the bar. No one seen so far matches Ellis Moir's description. The bartender approaches Finn "Choose your poison" he gestures at a wall lined with wines, ales, and beers
Thordahr scans the faces looking for anyone familiar as he walks in. He knows that the high and mighty clerics pretend to be holier-than-thou but behind the scenes are involved in all types and kinds of corruption. When he inquired in the past about it, the excuse was always know thine enemy etc.etc.
He follows the rest of the group into the office and as the others do their thing he scans the office for any clues related to where this EIlls Moire person might be or anything else of note.
Finn orders a glass of whatever they have open and tips the bartender nicely. "Know anything about the poker game? Who the big winners are, the big donators, that kind of thing? I had heard it was a good game bit that recently there was a bunch of new faces around..." Finn says, throwing out a hook and hoping to catch something. Probably not, bartenders don't know much about the card games generally... But they do tend to know the new faces.
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The bartender looks to Finn "If your looking for cards games, you will find them upstairs. I don't much about who are the big winners. There are some new faces. There is a new showgirl for tonight's show and we have a new pastry chef."
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A slot in the door opens revealing a pair of brown eyes and green skin. "Name please" everyone can hear the rustling of paper as the doorman rifles through his ledger.
“Uh, yeah. Hi!” Finn says, putting on an air of confidence and purpose. “We’re the extra muscle. Hired ‘cause of some Ellis Moir. We’re on the clock and getting paid whether you open up or not so….” Finn shrugs and acts bored.
Deception 7 plus 5 from Psionic Knack, if needed…
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
((Yeah, the roller hates me. Someone’s just gunna have to kick the door in…))
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
(I believe Norros may have a better chance so lets see how he does)
Norros pipes up after a moment. "Ah ah ah. No names on this one. Suffice to say, Management hired us. Special task. Just in case those aren't enough." He gives a head jerk towards the gargoyles.
Deception 27 with a minimum of 18 thanks to Silver Tongue
Paladin - warforged - orange
The door swings open revealing a lavish interior. The doorman waves everyone in "Alright head to the far left room to meet Brumak, she will tell you what to do" The party walks past the coat check stand and enter within the main lounge with a stage up front. There are several people dressed in fine clothing softly talking. There is a couple by the bar quite enamored with each as they exchange kisses. Everyone sees a man walk by with poker chips in hand and a happy grin on his face.
The party sees a staircase that heads up, double doors that lead to the kitchen, and the door that leads to Brumak to the party's left, There are 3 uniformed guards patrolling the lounge.
Sieghart didn’t expect Norros to actually manage to get them in with this kind of deception, but was glad to be proven wrong. It seemed that he had a knack with words.
He looked surprised at the interior decor. It definitely clashed with the rest of Pauperis. It almost felt like they were in a Cloud district establishment.
He followed the group to this Brumak’s office when they are ready to head in.
Norros say softly to the others. "I would expect there to be a few peepholes and trapdoors and such. Keep an eye out." He proceeds at a leisurely pace towards this Brumak, to the left.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Varlan pulls his goggles over his eyes as he enters the dimly lit building. "A more opulent space than I had expected," he says, glancing around at the decor and furnishings then, at Norros word, looking a little more closely for the more subtle additions that he suggested.
As they move off he tries to stand at Norros' side or slightly behind, as might fit the body guard of such a fine gentleman.
Perception: 12 (passive 12)
Varlan gets a vague feeling the guards seem a bit more attentive than expected. He is not aware of any traps.
The door reads Head of Security. Once the group opens the door they see a spartan office with no decorations beyond a half dead succulent on the desk. There is a small lamp and stacks of gold neatly arranged in rows. There is a large greatsword leaning against the desk. Behind the desk is a well muscled black dragonborn dressed in Splint Mail. She is busy counting the money and only looks up once finished. "I hear each of you is a new hire. Hmm... well let me see" Brumak rifles through a stack of papers. "I don't remember the boss saying that there were any new hires. Alright well tell me your names and I will run it by the boss"
Finn is distracted by the easy looking marks on the first floor. The canoodling couple, the big winner blithely showing off his stacks of chips… And there’s poker to be played, card games are always enticing! Tempting. So tempting!
But Finn does have some self control and they are here to do a job. Tearing her eyes off what she considers easy money she instead starts scanning faces and comparing them to the image they were show back above the bakery. Instead of immediately going with the rest of the group Finn tries to stealthily break away from them and mingle with the patrons of the bar instead, trying to get a good look at everyone and see if she can spot Ellis Moir…
If there is any pushback from the guards or such, Finn easily changes plans and sticks with the group…
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Finn please roll stealth check
Stealth: 20 plus 4 from Psi-Bolstered Knack if needed to succeed…
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Finn succeeds on making his way to the bar. No one seen so far matches Ellis Moir's description. The bartender approaches Finn "Choose your poison" he gestures at a wall lined with wines, ales, and beers
Thordahr scans the faces looking for anyone familiar as he walks in. He knows that the high and mighty clerics pretend to be holier-than-thou but behind the scenes are involved in all types and kinds of corruption. When he inquired in the past about it, the excuse was always know thine enemy etc.etc.
He follows the rest of the group into the office and as the others do their thing he scans the office for any clues related to where this EIlls Moire person might be or anything else of note.
Varlan glances at Norros deferentially, then stares at the man seated behind the table, waiting for a lead from the boss.
Finn orders a glass of whatever they have open and tips the bartender nicely. "Know anything about the poker game? Who the big winners are, the big donators, that kind of thing? I had heard it was a good game bit that recently there was a bunch of new faces around..." Finn says, throwing out a hook and hoping to catch something. Probably not, bartenders don't know much about the card games generally... But they do tend to know the new faces.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Thordahr please roll perception check
The bartender looks to Finn "If your looking for cards games, you will find them upstairs. I don't much about who are the big winners. There are some new faces. There is a new showgirl for tonight's show and we have a new pastry chef."