Curascious recognizes the assassins. They are from Freedom town, a small sea side village along the western coast. The people there have dark skin and are known for their assassins.
Curascious clucks his tongue. "Recognize these assassins. From Freedom town, small sea side village along western coast. People there have dark skin, known for their assassins."
Curascious sets aside the potion, antitoxin, poison, smokestick, and thieves tools, and coins, leaving the armor. “To the victors go the spoils,” he says. “These are very nice swords, although I’m afraid I’m not very practiced with them. Perhaps someone else could make use of it?”
Curascious will suggest they split the gold for incidentals for now.
// Using my Inventor background if possible: “You have a keen eye and a natural intuition when it comes to scavenging materials for new inventions and coming up with inspiration for new ideas. When investigating and searching your surroundings you are very adept at locating materials that can be used to create new machines and may also become inspired with an idea for a new machine to try building.” //
He takes the crossbow for himself if allowed to do so, as well as all the bolts he can fit in the case. He tastes a bit of the potion just to see what it is, smacking his lips.
"I called dibs on da sword! how it work? got any meat? hey boss!" Tith is sitting at a table kicking his legs back and forth, reminiscent of a child. Of course the image is probably more terrifying then cute giving that the assassin is still pinned to the wall
Curascious trips over Herd’s arm as he goes about setting aside the spoils. He scratches his head and looks the dormant construct over, as if trying to find something. “Maybe there’s a...switch... or perhaps a spring to push back in...anything...?”
He will put the following in his bag:
The 2 potions (Curascious tastes them to see what they are, and will keep them for now, though is ultimately disinterested in them if anyone asks for them)
The 2 smokesticks, which he is absolutely fascinated with
The extra crossbow, which he intends to dismantle for spare parts
His share of the 100 gp (20 gp). He puts Herd’s 20 gp share in a pouch or pocket if he can find any on the construct, saying something about hoping that he’s self-repairing.
The 8 sp, which he gives to Tith. “A little something extra, for getting us out of a tight jam! And probably saving my life,” he explains. “Which...is worth more than 8 silvers I suppose. But still, a thank-you,” he finishes awkwardly, scratching his shock of white hair.
The leather armor, which he will also dismantle for the material. “Never can have too much good leather to work with,” he says.
The watery fire blade handles, intending to study them at length later on.
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After placing coins in Herd's pockets, Curascious eschews sleep in favor of poking around to see if he can get the Construct working again...and perhaps to see what makes him tick. He sends Crawley in to any open crevices to help him investigate.
Intelligence (Investigation) 15
After he has at least partially satisfied his curiosity, Curascious uses Crawley's proximity to cast his mending cantrip on Herd's "wound," to see if he can put things right.
Red tries to protest as the gnome moves about the crime scene but quickly realizes it is futile. He makes a mental note of where the sword hilts went and takes a share of the gold split then turns to the barkeep. "If you've recovered, would you tell me how this started? Do you have any enemies who would want you dead?"
Noticing the blood stains on the goblin, Herd points at the wall and says, "I have no meat. I would make suggestions, but such suggestions are contrary to what I've learned is "normal" behavior for your civilization."
//The smokestick is the equivalent of a [Tooltip Not Found]//
Cham slowly stands up, "... uhm... meat?" She looks slightly sick as she stares up at the half stripped assassin pinned to the wall behind her bar.
"As to how it started? I am not sure, I was cleaning up down here. Because of the festival it was a late night. I heard Rodrik yell out... Oh no... Rodrik..." She pushes past you and runs up stairs.
// Would that be History? Or straight Intelligence? //
Intelligence 23
(add +2 to the roll if History or if I otherwise benefit from my proficiency)
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//Yeah either way you are good.//
Curascious recognizes the assassins. They are from Freedom town, a small sea side village along the western coast. The people there have dark skin and are known for their assassins.
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Curascious clucks his tongue. "Recognize these assassins. From Freedom town, small sea side village along western coast. People there have dark skin, known for their assassins."
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Herd seems... unimpressed... by the revelation.
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“Question is,” Curascious continues, rubbing his chin, “who were they here to kill?” The gnome is still in his nightshirt.
He then goes to pick up the sword hilt that the assassin dropped to examine it. “Wonder how this works?”
Investigation 21 (if appropriate) to see if he can tell anything about this or the assassins’ other equipment.
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Each of the assassin's have:
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Curascious sets aside the potion, antitoxin, poison, smokestick, and thieves tools, and coins, leaving the armor. “To the victors go the spoils,” he says. “These are very nice swords, although I’m afraid I’m not very practiced with them. Perhaps someone else could make use of it?”
Curascious will suggest they split the gold for incidentals for now.
// Using my Inventor background if possible: “You have a keen eye and a natural intuition when it comes to scavenging materials for new inventions and coming up with inspiration for new ideas. When investigating and searching your surroundings you are very adept at locating materials that can be used to create new machines and may also become inspired with an idea for a new machine to try building.” //
He takes the crossbow for himself if allowed to do so, as well as all the bolts he can fit in the case. He tastes a bit of the potion just to see what it is, smacking his lips.
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The share set aside for Herd (if any) remains untouched (by Herd) wherever they are left.
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Mozu makes his way to the inn, observes the dead, and sits on a stool, but first, he loots the orcs. The dead have no property.
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From the orcs you get:
Upon searching them you notice they were basically at the level of beggars, though the axes look well cared for and out of place.
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"I called dibs on da sword! how it work? got any meat? hey boss!" Tith is sitting at a table kicking his legs back and forth, reminiscent of a child. Of course the image is probably more terrifying then cute giving that the assassin is still pinned to the wall
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Matrix- Human Monk/fighter, Storm Kings Thunder
Mozu takes one axe and the gold. He then makes his way back.
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Curascious trips over Herd’s arm as he goes about setting aside the spoils. He scratches his head and looks the dormant construct over, as if trying to find something. “Maybe there’s a...switch... or perhaps a spring to push back in...anything...?”
He will put the following in his bag:
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The potions he recognizes immediately. They are potions of cure light wounds.
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After placing coins in Herd's pockets, Curascious eschews sleep in favor of poking around to see if he can get the Construct working again...and perhaps to see what makes him tick. He sends Crawley in to any open crevices to help him investigate.
Intelligence (Investigation) 15
After he has at least partially satisfied his curiosity, Curascious uses Crawley's proximity to cast his mending cantrip on Herd's "wound," to see if he can put things right.
Healing 5
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Red tries to protest as the gnome moves about the crime scene but quickly realizes it is futile. He makes a mental note of where the sword hilts went and takes a share of the gold split then turns to the barkeep. "If you've recovered, would you tell me how this started? Do you have any enemies who would want you dead?"
The light that had grown dim within Herd suddenly brightens. The automaton sits up with a start shouting, "Run, Miss Laringfas!"
He looks around taking in the sights of the battle finally commenting, "Seems I missed the climax of this brawl. Also, my pockets feel heavier."
He groans as he gets up finally asking, "How may I help?"
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"You got any meat?"
Rip Dangerfield- Halfling Bard, Storm Kings Thunder (retired)
Matrix- Human Monk/fighter, Storm Kings Thunder
Noticing the blood stains on the goblin, Herd points at the wall and says, "I have no meat. I would make suggestions, but such suggestions are contrary to what I've learned is "normal" behavior for your civilization."
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Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
//The smokestick is the equivalent of a [Tooltip Not Found]//
Cham slowly stands up, "... uhm... meat?" She looks slightly sick as she stares up at the half stripped assassin pinned to the wall behind her bar.
"As to how it started? I am not sure, I was cleaning up down here. Because of the festival it was a late night. I heard Rodrik yell out... Oh no... Rodrik..." She pushes past you and runs up stairs.
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DM - Stormpoint Mountains :: A Critical Role Adventure ( Map of Trunau )