Ill go corpse to corpse giving and after the minute is up, check the remains and repeat as needed. So, let's say 5 min total which should get a 2-3 full burns in each
You leave five charred corpses and a pile of goo in the middle of the plaza and head north, following Rawk's directions. You pass a few residences and a bakery before turning into the alley where, on your left, you see a heavy iron door with rivets around the edges, as described. Pulling on the metal handle, it seems to be locked.
Shales stops in his tracks and returns to the square. He says a quick prayer to The Huntress to guide the lost souls to the afterlife as the wizard goes about the business of burning the bodies. He lets out a heavy sigh after the grim business. "So... Food and a hunt then?" He tries his best to sound cheery. The cleric heads off towards his previous destination.
Brix comes up to the locked door and watches as one of his companions pulls on the handle. "HMPH!" He proceeds to walk up to the door himself and puts his ear to the door to see if he hears anything on the other side.
"OI! OPEN UP! I HEAR YOU LOT IN THERE! I'M TRYING TO EAT!" Brix shouts, boldly knocking on the iron door with a tiny hammer fist. He turns to the rest of the group. "There's some laughter going on behind this door...AND THEY'RE KEEPING ME FROM MY DAMN ALE!!!!"
Brix kicks the door (but not enough to try to bust it open).
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"People laughing at you again, Brix?" Balian sidles up next to the goblin, his face a picture of concern.
Feigning a careful study of the door, he muses aloud to himself. "Ah, interesting. Could be one of these trick doors I've heard about. You see, my friend, knocking near the bottom of the door is muffled on the other side, so they can't hear you, even when you kicked it. Could be due to exotic materials, possibly a Silence spell if it's an expensive door. If you were to knock near the top of the door, everyone inside would hear you, and there would probably be someone answering it right this second. It's a shame you aren't taller, otherwise you'd be knocking back a similarly tall mug of ale as we speak..."
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BRIX
(Insight check to gauge whether Balian is lying about his study of the door: 8)
Brix produces a loud laugh as he watches Balian "study" the door. "Ahh Balian. You may be witty, but we've traveled together for quite some time, and I know you to be just as much a dullard as I. In fact, had you not been behind me like you usually are, I may not have been able to tell the difference between you and those zombies."
"You think me a shambling, brain-dead mess?! And on top of that, you doubt my knowledge of doors!" Balian slumps against the door in faux shock, sliding down it with a look of pained exasperation on his face. This breaks into a smile when he reaches the bottom.
"Better give it another kick then, with luck you might annoy them enough with the scratching that they open the door. "
After a minute or two of kicking and intellectual debate, you see a panel slide open near the top of the door and two eyes surrounded by bronze tinted scales look through, scanning back and forth for a few moments, surveying you, before you hear a deep, gravely voice say (rather loudly), "I DON'T KNOW YOU. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DOOR?"
"Clearly trying to open it." Balian replies. "My friends and I were roasting zombie corpses at the plaza back by the gate, and the smell has made us rather hungry. May we come in?"
The eyes narrow slightly for a moment as the man considers what you've said. "The smell of burning people made you hungry? You're not zombies, are you?"
"The second person to infer I'm a zombie, I'm almost offended."
In a rare moment of genuine seriousness, Balian meets the eyes with his own.
"Truth be told, my colleagues and I have killed many undead in the past, and we usually burn the bodies. As you can surely imagine, this is a grim business. I have taught myself to associate the smell with sizzling bacon, so that my mind may pass through the horrors unscathed."
After about ten seconds you hear a loud metallic scraping sound, followed by a clunk, as the door opens, revealing a dragonborn man who must be pushing seven feet tall, wearing simple workman's clothes and a leather apron.
"I'm just messing with ya. Anyone risking themselves out there killing those zombie bastards gets a drink on the house. C'mon in!"
He steps aside and waves you in. As he unblocks the doorway, you see a single narrow room, not more than ten or twelve feet wide and maybe thirty feet deep, with stone walls, and small torches in simple sconces on the walls, filling the room with a dim orange glow. There are four small tables arranged in a single line toward the left side, the rearmost of which is occupied by four half-orcs playing cards. A wooden bar sits along the right-hand wall.
Shale steps up behind his two companions. His goliath blood puts him almost eye level with the dragonborn. "Thank you. You must be Rhogar. We were won't interrupt you for long. We are just needing an hour or so to prepare. Hopefully we can put an end to this town's undead problem." The cleric begins to pull two of the tables together and pulls the gemmed bowl from his pack, placing it in the middle of the table . "I will not turn down a free drink. For your generosity, you can share our feast. There will be plenty for you and your friends here."
While Brix would normally be a bit awestruck at a giant Dragonborn opening the door in front of him, the words "drink on the house" ended up catching his full attention. He confidently walks right into the narrow room, smiling. "On the house, eh? Sounds good to me!"
"The very same," Rhogar replies to Shale, gesturing toward one of the tables, inviting them to sit. "You think you can put an end to all this? How's that, exactly?"
As you enter the bar, a couple of the half-orcs stop bantering with each other to watch you suspiciously, not used to seeing anyone in Rhogar's outside a small set of regulars.Once they see Rhogar inviting you to sit, though, they figure you must be okay, and shrug, returning to their card game.
As the cleric begins rearranging the furniture, Rhogar raises an eyeridge and says, "By all means, make yourselves at home," a hint of sarcasm in his voice. At the sight of the ornate bowl and mention of a feast he says, "Whoa, whoa, slow down. What are you doing with that? What feast? Normally I'm the one serving the food around here." He points to a wooden sign hanging on the back wall with some charcoal letters scrawled on it that reads, "NO OUTSIDE FOOD OR DRINK"
"Oh... umm. I'm sure your food is fine, but we are in need of some nourishment that my goddess can provide." Shale begins to dig in coin purse. "I'm think we could come to some sort of agreement if you allow us to dine here?"
Ill go corpse to corpse giving and after the minute is up, check the remains and repeat as needed. So, let's say 5 min total which should get a 2-3 full burns in each
You leave five charred corpses and a pile of goo in the middle of the plaza and head north, following Rawk's directions. You pass a few residences and a bakery before turning into the alley where, on your left, you see a heavy iron door with rivets around the edges, as described. Pulling on the metal handle, it seems to be locked.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Shales stops in his tracks and returns to the square. He says a quick prayer to The Huntress to guide the lost souls to the afterlife as the wizard goes about the business of burning the bodies. He lets out a heavy sigh after the grim business. "So... Food and a hunt then?" He tries his best to sound cheery. The cleric heads off towards his previous destination.
BRIX
Brix comes up to the locked door and watches as one of his companions pulls on the handle. "HMPH!" He proceeds to walk up to the door himself and puts his ear to the door to see if he hears anything on the other side.
Perception: 9
Brix:
You can just barely make out the sound of muffled laughter through the door -- you would guess maybe two or three gruff voices.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
BRIX
"OI! OPEN UP! I HEAR YOU LOT IN THERE! I'M TRYING TO EAT!" Brix shouts, boldly knocking on the iron door with a tiny hammer fist. He turns to the rest of the group. "There's some laughter going on behind this door...AND THEY'RE KEEPING ME FROM MY DAMN ALE!!!!"
Brix kicks the door (but not enough to try to bust it open).
"People laughing at you again, Brix?" Balian sidles up next to the goblin, his face a picture of concern.
Feigning a careful study of the door, he muses aloud to himself. "Ah, interesting. Could be one of these trick doors I've heard about. You see, my friend, knocking near the bottom of the door is muffled on the other side, so they can't hear you, even when you kicked it. Could be due to exotic materials, possibly a Silence spell if it's an expensive door. If you were to knock near the top of the door, everyone inside would hear you, and there would probably be someone answering it right this second. It's a shame you aren't taller, otherwise you'd be knocking back a similarly tall mug of ale as we speak..."
Deception: 12
BRIX
(Insight check to gauge whether Balian is lying about his study of the door: 8)
Brix produces a loud laugh as he watches Balian "study" the door. "Ahh Balian. You may be witty, but we've traveled together for quite some time, and I know you to be just as much a dullard as I. In fact, had you not been behind me like you usually are, I may not have been able to tell the difference between you and those zombies."
"You think me a shambling, brain-dead mess?! And on top of that, you doubt my knowledge of doors!" Balian slumps against the door in faux shock, sliding down it with a look of pained exasperation on his face. This breaks into a smile when he reaches the bottom.
"Better give it another kick then, with luck you might annoy them enough with the scratching that they open the door. "
After a minute or two of kicking and intellectual debate, you see a panel slide open near the top of the door and two eyes surrounded by bronze tinted scales look through, scanning back and forth for a few moments, surveying you, before you hear a deep, gravely voice say (rather loudly), "I DON'T KNOW YOU. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DOOR?"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"Clearly trying to open it." Balian replies. "My friends and I were roasting zombie corpses at the plaza back by the gate, and the smell has made us rather hungry. May we come in?"
Persuasion: 17
The eyes narrow slightly for a moment as the man considers what you've said. "The smell of burning people made you hungry? You're not zombies, are you?"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"The second person to infer I'm a zombie, I'm almost offended."
In a rare moment of genuine seriousness, Balian meets the eyes with his own.
"Truth be told, my colleagues and I have killed many undead in the past, and we usually burn the bodies. As you can surely imagine, this is a grim business. I have taught myself to associate the smell with sizzling bacon, so that my mind may pass through the horrors unscathed."
The panel slowly slides closed again. Silence.
After about ten seconds you hear a loud metallic scraping sound, followed by a clunk, as the door opens, revealing a dragonborn man who must be pushing seven feet tall, wearing simple workman's clothes and a leather apron.
"I'm just messing with ya. Anyone risking themselves out there killing those zombie bastards gets a drink on the house. C'mon in!"
He steps aside and waves you in. As he unblocks the doorway, you see a single narrow room, not more than ten or twelve feet wide and maybe thirty feet deep, with stone walls, and small torches in simple sconces on the walls, filling the room with a dim orange glow. There are four small tables arranged in a single line toward the left side, the rearmost of which is occupied by four half-orcs playing cards. A wooden bar sits along the right-hand wall.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Shale steps up behind his two companions. His goliath blood puts him almost eye level with the dragonborn. "Thank you. You must be Rhogar. We were won't interrupt you for long. We are just needing an hour or so to prepare. Hopefully we can put an end to this town's undead problem." The cleric begins to pull two of the tables together and pulls the gemmed bowl from his pack, placing it in the middle of the table . "I will not turn down a free drink. For your generosity, you can share our feast. There will be plenty for you and your friends here."
BRIX
While Brix would normally be a bit awestruck at a giant Dragonborn opening the door in front of him, the words "drink on the house" ended up catching his full attention. He confidently walks right into the narrow room, smiling. "On the house, eh? Sounds good to me!"
"The very same," Rhogar replies to Shale, gesturing toward one of the tables, inviting them to sit. "You think you can put an end to all this? How's that, exactly?"
As you enter the bar, a couple of the half-orcs stop bantering with each other to watch you suspiciously, not used to seeing anyone in Rhogar's outside a small set of regulars. Once they see Rhogar inviting you to sit, though, they figure you must be okay, and shrug, returning to their card game.
As the cleric begins rearranging the furniture, Rhogar raises an eyeridge and says, "By all means, make yourselves at home," a hint of sarcasm in his voice. At the sight of the ornate bowl and mention of a feast he says, "Whoa, whoa, slow down. What are you doing with that? What feast? Normally I'm the one serving the food around here." He points to a wooden sign hanging on the back wall with some charcoal letters scrawled on it that reads, "NO OUTSIDE FOOD OR DRINK"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"Oh... umm. I'm sure your food is fine, but we are in need of some nourishment that my goddess can provide." Shale begins to dig in coin purse. "I'm think we could come to some sort of agreement if you allow us to dine here?"
Make a persuasion check
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Persuasion 12