The rat seems to have no wounds to suggest any sort of weapon or fight with another animal. It is just lying in a small pool of blood in this alley. As Sigurd is checking the body, a door opens further in the alley and a half orc walks out with a bag. The half orc looks down the alley and sees Sigurd, who still has the aftermath of the fight upon him.
"...Look if you just want to go through my trash for scraps then come through the front. Me and my brothers would be fine with giving you folk leftovers but please don't stick around my restaurant's alley for its trash. Already trying to get rid of my rat problem, don't need vagrants problem as well." The half orc drops the bag onto a pile of other bags, a growing stink coming from them, and heads back in.
(Last directions from Jerr was to head out the alley where the skeleton was and take a left.)
Between Jerr and the Urchin, Gabe felt as though he had a pretty solid idea of where to go and, slowing his natural stride down to allow the party to catch up, began to move in that direction. Turning back to glance at the Half-Orc for a beat, the fiery individual — still covered in illusory scales fashioned of pulsing light that hovered over his being — then faced his party over his shoulder and, with a polite smile on his lips, remarked:
"You heard the man. Let's get out of his hair, shall we?"
“I know a confidence gentleman who is busy when I see one”
pushing off in pursuit of the sinkhole.
”you and your establishment have a fine day… and remember these faces… if you ever need some heroes…” valiant gives the owner operator a superhero grin with his hands on his waste striking a pose… he looks pretty stupid, before realizing the others have started to move.
As the party follows the directions given to them, an old male human hobbles up the street, his long staff bearing most of his weight. His wrinkled face tells a tale of many hard years lived in poverty. As he passes an alleyway entrance, he looks up at you and grins, revealing his last few remaining teeth. But even as he opens his mouth as if to speak, a pair of meaty gray arms emerge from the alley entrance and yank him into the darkness.
(Valiant would search with the tip of his sword for anything that “clangs” along their belt straps and such but would let do a pat search before heading off with the others)
”a shame…. There might have been a decent blacksmith or carpenter among them… what a shame”
seeing the old man get yanked in, “…. “ speechless for a second valiant toward his blade at the lack of man and stares at one of the others unsure of what he saw was real…
“For honor!” Valaiant rushes forward to see about these folks rough housing the elderly..
”Ja I could use your help… anyone really… it seems there is justice to be served, and no one but us to serve it!” His paladic insistence that they were the arbiters of law and order outweighed his self preservation at this time, it being their first mission and all
Valiant considers while rushing forward, that the group would eventually need a name… something… special … something bards could sing about for generations to come.
Still in the middle of his battle lust, SIgurd is ecstatic that he can continue to fight, charges after Valiant and the Tri-kreen Ja'Dul. "Jumping the elderly is frowned upon by all but the lowest of pirates! Time for some regulating! En garde!"
Pushover is quite surprised how quickly the party pivots and rampages off to save the old man, but not daring to be left alone or stray from the pack, she runs awkwardly behind them, holding her spellbook to her chest and meekly calling 'To the rescue!'
[Having a party name is a brilliant idea, though Pushover wouldn't suggest a thing and would likely agree with the first suggestion given!]
The party follows the taken elderly down the alley, leading to two people. The meaty grey arms you saw before belonged to a grey skinned female dwarf with white hair and worn out mail armor. On her back is a battered shield and a sword rests at her hip. She holds onto the hand of the old man as it appears she's arguing with the other person. A purple skinned tiefling scowls at the dwarf. She has no armor on but has an obvious dagger at her hip.
"Don't be mad at me, the old man nodded when I asked if needed the toilet!"
"I don't doubt that, but he also says no when he nods! You know, I was daft to believe this sod can be of any use, he's as cryptic as a blind man's opinion on art!"
Looking the duo up and down, particularly lingering on the Tiefling that seemed to ooze a 'clueless, would-be cultist' aesthetic, the red-haired individual lightly hung his head and offered a sigh.
"Friends of yours?" — Gabe inquired of Pushover, their newfound companion, who somehow seemed to fit a remarkably similar bill.
“Are you after our jobs? I’ll tell you, the local chapter of acquisitions incorporates goes through us… so if you wanna be adventuring and loooking for treasures around here. You better be paying us a monthly stipend…”
valiant assumes the two are lost adventurers who are into the sink hole mystery and he wants to make sure they don’t take their spoils…
…and fame. “this town ain’t big enough for two groups of us trying to help the elderly now…” he didn’t believe his own words, confusing even himself…
“well now, that’s not right… you can help the old bugger… it’s more… you best leave us the glory’s all!” He corrects himself, stupidly saying aloud his inner monologue of thought.
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(The gnome left before the fighting started. Last you saw of him was going out into the street where the skeleton came from.)
Survival check (+5): 21 on the dead rat. What do the injuries look like, weapon, clubbing, bite or claws?
Cats go Moo!
(I'll need a medicine actually.)
9 on medicine check (rolled in campaign)
Cats go Moo!
“Are we THAT hungry my friend? I believe after this mission we will be be rewarded , perhaps with a feast… no need for street scraps”
valiant toys with them; hoping to they have other plans than to eat the rat.
The rat seems to have no wounds to suggest any sort of weapon or fight with another animal. It is just lying in a small pool of blood in this alley. As Sigurd is checking the body, a door opens further in the alley and a half orc walks out with a bag. The half orc looks down the alley and sees Sigurd, who still has the aftermath of the fight upon him.
"...Look if you just want to go through my trash for scraps then come through the front. Me and my brothers would be fine with giving you folk leftovers but please don't stick around my restaurant's alley for its trash. Already trying to get rid of my rat problem, don't need vagrants problem as well." The half orc drops the bag onto a pile of other bags, a growing stink coming from them, and heads back in.
(Last directions from Jerr was to head out the alley where the skeleton was and take a left.)
Between Jerr and the Urchin, Gabe felt as though he had a pretty solid idea of where to go and, slowing his natural stride down to allow the party to catch up, began to move in that direction. Turning back to glance at the Half-Orc for a beat, the fiery individual — still covered in illusory scales fashioned of pulsing light that hovered over his being — then faced his party over his shoulder and, with a polite smile on his lips, remarked:
"You heard the man. Let's get out of his hair, shall we?"
Sigurd climbs down and rejoins the group, starts to make a comment but stops himself, reconsidering. "Agreed. Let's move out."
Cats go Moo!
“I know a confidence gentleman who is busy when I see one”
pushing off in pursuit of the sinkhole.
”you and your establishment have a fine day… and remember these faces… if you ever need some heroes…” valiant gives the owner operator a superhero grin with his hands on his waste striking a pose… he looks pretty stupid, before realizing the others have started to move.
(Shall I assume no one searches the bodies?)
As the party follows the directions given to them, an old male human hobbles up the street, his long staff bearing most of his weight. His wrinkled face tells a tale of many hard years lived in poverty. As he passes an alleyway entrance, he looks up at you and grins, revealing his last few remaining teeth. But even as he opens his mouth as if to speak, a pair of meaty gray arms emerge from the alley entrance and yank him into the darkness.
(Valiant would search with the tip of his sword for anything that “clangs” along their belt straps and such but would let do a pat search before heading off with the others)
”a shame…. There might have been a decent blacksmith or carpenter among them… what a shame”
seeing the old man get yanked in, “…. “ speechless for a second valiant toward his blade at the lack of man and stares at one of the others unsure of what he saw was real…
Ja'Dul makes a human shrug, then piles the bodies onto the trash heap.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
“For honor!” Valaiant rushes forward to see about these folks rough housing the elderly..
”Ja I could use your help… anyone really… it seems there is justice to be served, and no one but us to serve it!”
His paladic insistence that they were the arbiters of law and order outweighed his self preservation at this time, it being their first mission and all
Ja'Dul blinks in surprise then nods, rushing forward to aid the weak.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Valiant considers while rushing forward, that the group would eventually need a name… something… special … something bards could sing about for generations to come.
Still in the middle of his battle lust, SIgurd is ecstatic that he can continue to fight, charges after Valiant and the Tri-kreen Ja'Dul. "Jumping the elderly is frowned upon by all but the lowest of pirates! Time for some regulating! En garde!"
Cats go Moo!
Pushover is quite surprised how quickly the party pivots and rampages off to save the old man, but not daring to be left alone or stray from the pack, she runs awkwardly behind them, holding her spellbook to her chest and meekly calling 'To the rescue!'
[Having a party name is a brilliant idea, though Pushover wouldn't suggest a thing and would likely agree with the first suggestion given!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
The party follows the taken elderly down the alley, leading to two people. The meaty grey arms you saw before belonged to a grey skinned female dwarf with white hair and worn out mail armor. On her back is a battered shield and a sword rests at her hip. She holds onto the hand of the old man as it appears she's arguing with the other person. A purple skinned tiefling scowls at the dwarf. She has no armor on but has an obvious dagger at her hip.
"Don't be mad at me, the old man nodded when I asked if needed the toilet!"
"I don't doubt that, but he also says no when he nods! You know, I was daft to believe this sod can be of any use, he's as cryptic as a blind man's opinion on art!"
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"That's the bloody point!"
Looking the duo up and down, particularly lingering on the Tiefling that seemed to ooze a 'clueless, would-be cultist' aesthetic, the red-haired individual lightly hung his head and offered a sigh.
"Friends of yours?" — Gabe inquired of Pushover, their newfound companion, who somehow seemed to fit a remarkably similar bill.
“Are you after our jobs? I’ll tell you, the local chapter of acquisitions incorporates goes through us… so if you wanna be adventuring and loooking for treasures around here. You better be paying us a monthly stipend…”
valiant assumes the two are lost adventurers who are into the sink hole mystery and he wants to make sure they don’t take their spoils…
…and fame. “this town ain’t big enough for two groups of us trying to help the elderly now…” he didn’t believe his own words, confusing even himself…
“well now, that’s not right… you can help the old bugger… it’s more… you best leave us the glory’s all!” He corrects himself, stupidly saying aloud his inner monologue of thought.