OOC: I don't remember you actually GIVING the fifth portion to anyone, so I assumed someone still had it on them since the sailors attacked you before you got around to doing it. If I'm forgetting, I'd say Grout would have had it on him, which means it went overboard. I'm being lazy. Can you find where it was actually given over? No, let's say this: Grout was given it, and Ebokk found it in their cabin after Grout went overboard. He offered it to Gramps, who turned it down (without offering it to Scrub). Ebokk then gave it to Erric.
Tairdai smiles at Erric. "No, sir. My family name is Braceringer. I was brought to Waterdeep from the Galena Mountains in Damara, but I've worked for the Lockforge family now for almost 30 years. And I can handle a few drinks, but thank you." After Anafrey makes her order, Tairdai excuses herself and exits through a door on the other side of the room. In a surprisingly short time, the dwarf returns with a decanter and glass for Maldorn, a pitcher and mug for Anafrey, and a small spread of meats and tough bread. Maldorn sniffs and then sips the amber dark amber liquid and raises his eyebrows at the tang. It's not as smooth as he might expect from an expensive drink, but he wonders if that's how dwarves prefer it.
Tairdai smiles at everyone. "Please make yourselves at home. The master and mistress should be with you soon." She exits back into the receiving room and then disappears down the hall.
Anafrey:
Is there a time limit to how long you wait, or are you biding your time patiently?
Erric:
Is there a time limit to how long you wait, or do you become impatient?
Jambiya:
You all are left to your own devices a while. What do you do?
Maldorn:
You all are left to your own devices a while. What do you do?
Jambiya will just take water. She will definitely eat some though, and then throw open a window (are there windows?) to the outside. She will put her head out and look up and down the street, then place a few choices pieces of meat on the windowsill, and think as loudly as she can << I'm right here, and I've left you some food, the city is pretty scary to me and I could use a friendly face >>
What she does for the time we're alone will change if her entreaty is successful, clearly, but assuming it is not, she will turn to the room and sit down in a chair, drawing her feet up under her. She will pull out her book and pen and ink, and write a little bit. You guys haven't really seen her do that before, but a glance over her shoulder shows the book is pretty full with words and sketches and scrawled arrows and it seems to be as much a sketchbook as a diary or anything. It seems to be written in a mixture of Common, Dwarvish, and something else that looks like phonetic gobble-de-gook written in Common sigils. Also, drawings.
Almost absentmindedly, she will reach into a small pouch and munch on a cricket or two.
Anafrey would quickly down an her ale before topping off her mug once more.. and almost immediately down it once more. She would take bits of meat and bread and quickly shovel them into her mouth.. chewing loudly as she almost instinctively fills her mug again from the pitcher. As she begins drinking a third time, she moves to put down her mug but her hand shakes and her face turns red as she continues to drink. beads of sweat and a vein form on her forehead as she downs the drink and fills the mug with the remainder of the ale from the pitcher.. and as though she were silently fighting with someone that were forcing her to continue to drink. When the pitcher was gone, Anafrey would let out a large belch before relaxing a bit and standing to her feet. The patinum haired woman would quickly stand to her feet and grab a few more pieces of bread. Taking a couple large bites, she would begin to stagger a bit as the amoung of booze she consumed in such a short time started to catch up with her. "This.. this is some good stuff..." She would say as she tosses the empty mug on to her chair and takes another bite of her bread. "I... I don't feel great... You got a bedroom I can lay down in?" She would ask, looking to Taridai. "It's been a rough couple days.." She would say with a grin as she sways a big back and forth. Although her facial expressions and the sound of her voice are that of a happy drunk, tears begin to steam from her face for no apparent reason. If pointed towards a bedroom, she would scoop up her bag and stumble off towards a bedroom and shut the door with a hard click.
As Anafrey begins drinking and drinking, Jambiya will look up, but feign disinterest, looking back to her book. As soon as Anafrey heads out the door (assuming that happens) she will hop up and run to the door, looking out surreptitiously to see where Anafrey is taken, and what room she in sleeping in. If it is down a hall or stairs or out of sight, she will follow. Then she will come back into the room.
OOC > Conversation with Erric and Maldorn will ensue, if this is the chain of events that actually happens, but I'll wait for DDP to weigh in on what exactly has transpired...
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Erric sips at his pint, reminded again quickly how large pints really are and how he cannot actually finish one without losing his wits. He spends the time watching Anafrey get tearfully drunk and he pulls out his lute and begins playing a sorrowful tune in a melody you all have heard before. In ten minutes, Jack appears in a dull flash of light, ready to serve, but a lot less ebullient than normal. If he were visible, you would see him hunch forward, hands clasped at his waist, eyes downcast, kicking at imaginary dirt on the floor. When Jambiya darts up, Erric tracks her with his eyes and has Jack hold the still mostly full pint glass so it doesn’t spill.
Sorry; I figured Anafrey's post was pretty self explanatory.
Really taking a look at the woman, you see that something is bothering her. You're used to seeing two sides of Anafrey: drunk carefree and sober closed off. This is dangerous and trying to hide it Anafrey. Maybe she's just sick and tried of being threatened. Maybe she's just really ready for a stable bed where she isn't being attacked by giant crabs or mud bats or sticky chests or meddling halflings. She seems to be wrestling with something internally ... but that isn't too unusual for sober Anafrey.
OOC: Unfortunately, neither the time you spent waiting during the interviews nor the carriage ride were long enough to count as a short rest.
OOC2: Anafrey, Tairdai left the room and hasn't returned, but retroactively, I'll say Erric requested a pint and Jambiya water before she left and returned the first time, so it was delivered with Anafrey and Maldorn's drinks.
DM rollz: 5
Jambiya, you cross to one of the windows that opens onto the street and open it. You hope your little offering will draw in the winged lizard. As you concentrate on the creature, there is the barest of ideas that your mind might have touched an alien one. The feeling is so strange, yet exhilarating, that the contact is broken immediately. But you think it was somewhere nearby. You try again, but are unable to do it again ... then again, Anafrey's display has started to distract you.
Anafrey, you cross to the opening into the front hall and look, but you don't see anyone. You walk straight ahead across the small receiving room and open what is the first door on the left when you first enter the house. You find yourself in a large office or study. Aside from the large desk, two chairs and couch coffee table, there are trophies everywhere. Some within glass cases. Some mounted on the walls. Some grouped on surfaces. Weapons, pieces of armor, pottery, bones ... not any jewelry, coins or gemstones. Unfortunately, you're too stoned to appreciate what you've stumbled onto.
Anafrey:
You can stay in here, there's a door to the right, or you can go back out into the hall and try some doors out there.
Jambiya, you see Anafrey go through the door across the receiving room and then rush back to Erric and Maldorn ... and Jack.
Jambiya comes back in, looking first at Erric, then at Maldorn. "Now, while she's gone. Maldorn, Anafrey is changed. I've known her just about my whole life(remember, Jambiya is a goblin, and only 10 years old). She never gets angry. Even when she's blind drunk she just hates herself more, not anybody else. This is different. I'm sure it has something to do with the flail, and I think it did something to Ebokk's dad, too, to turn him mean, and into a pirate. Erric and I want to get a spell, or a scroll, to remove any curse that might be on her, and get it away from her. We don't need to steal it, or throw it away, just get it away from her and get a spell on her. But Erric thinks we should get her back to Seldom Spring before we try anything, and I guess I'm okay with that. But Waterdeep is where we have the best chance to find a scroll like that. So. That's what we're going to do. I won't give up on her."
Then she stands there looking at the white-haired ranger defiantly. "Are you going to help, or keep telling us to mind our own business?"
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Maldorn feels like he said his piece, and is now simply biding for time. He remains sited, sipping from the strange drink we was brought. It takes a few tries but eventually he thinks he is getting used to it. Not wanting to dull his senses with all that is going on around him, Maldorn does not drink more that what he guesses would be polite. Also, he is no longer smoking. He'll ask the property owners first if the urge hits him again.
Maldorn tries to keep a eye out for his companions. If they leave the room, he will make a point to deduct where they might have gone (second room to the left, third room past the stairs, stuff like that).
Then, Jambiya speaks. The old man sighs and responds only if Anafrey has not made her way back yet "I don't know why I try to argue with you youths... There is no convincing the young." He sighs: "Do what you will. I'll stay here and keep an eye on her to make sure she is doing alright. She just downed an entire pitcher of ale... I'm sure she'll barf soon." After responding, Maldorn winks at Jambiya.
Erric looks at Jambiya. “Should we try to leave now to find a temple for a scroll, and maybe return after the barfing?”He looks at Maldorn with a half-grin, finally, after being completely flummoxed by the old ranger this afternoon, and he uses the grin as a sort of an invitation, almost saying, “so you’re with us after all, are you?”
He says he would also be fine to wait an hour or so to catch their breaths, recharge, and see what Ebokk’s family is like.
Anafrey would stagger into the room and force the door shut....
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Once inside the room with the door shut, The white haired woman would wipe the tears from her eyes and quickly move to slide a chair towards the door and wedging it under the handle. She would then quickly turn and push the desk against the door as well, straining against its weight. Once the desk was wedged into position, she would struggle and strain to pull the flail from her belt. Her face turning bright red and her breathing turning heavy as she picks up the flail and begins to swing it. She swings the flail around wildly as though she is trying to throw the weapon but her fingers will not let it go. Becoming desperate, she would pull out her dagger and begin trying to pry up her fingers from the weapon... all the while cursing herself as blood begins to drip from her hand as the dagger cuts into her. Straining against herself and prying at her hand with her dagger, she manages to get the weapon to fall to the floor. In an instant she throws up all over the floor and immediately dives forward towards the weapon and scoops it up again. Her mind and body reeling in pain after being separated from the weapon for even a moment. Taking her blood covered dagger, she would growl in frustration.... walking over to the desk, she would begin carving into the into the surface of the wooden furniture. Straining with all her might.. exhausted as drips of sweat fall down and mix with the blood being smeared across the top of the desk. After carving out a few words, Anafrey's right hand holding the flail would begin smashing her left hand clutching the dagger.. prompting her to drop the weapon and fall backwards against one of the glass cases, cracking it. She would then look up and search the wall and find another similar blade hanging on the wall and grab it with her battered and bruised hand and prepare to swing it down at her right hand.. but would stop herself as she remembers the pain she felt when she dropped the flail before. Exhausted and unsure of what to do.. Tears of frustration would fill her eyes and mix with the sweat on her face. She could feel the influence of the flail getting stronger the longer they fought... her face nearly completely hidden under white hair stuck to her sweaty and bloody face.
(OOC: Is there a window in this office / trophy room?)
OOC: Wowee! If you weren't sure if you should read Anafrey's spoiler, please don't yet.
While Jambiya and Erric are debating the good and bad points of one or both of them leaving to go find a scroll, they (as well as Maldorn) hear what sounds like glass being broken in the room Anafrey entered.
OOC2: The door is closed and barricaded from the inside.
Anafrey:
Yes, the office has windows facing the street just like the sitting room does. Anafrey will find they are extremely hard to break, though. It will take at DC 20 strength check as they've been magically strengthened. And she won't be able to open the locks.
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Anfrey says "shucks!" as she knocks over a glass of water..... probably...
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Anafrey would seemingly calm down a moment.. wiping the hair from her face before smiling and spitting on the floor. "I'll have to cut back on our drinking..." She would say to herself before moving towards the window and attempting to force the window open....
Strength check! 5
As the window fails to budge, she would immediately grip her flail and begin beating against the glass window... striking again and again.. hoping to shatter the window and escape.
Maldorn pricks up his ears once he hears glass breaking.
”You might not have the Ike you need to commission your scroll, little ones. My own idea was also dependent on us having more time. We may want to make the harder decision now. Are you willing to try to knock her out temporarily?”
He fails to hold a smirk. “Quite the first impression we’ll leave with Mama dwarf.”
"I can try to make her laugh so hard she's incapacitated, if I can see her. Then we can get the flail away from her and maybe tie her up? Or knock her out, sure, but then what? I don't know how this stuff works. Is this door the only way into this room?" Erric looks around for another way in. Is this the room across the hall from the one we were all resting in? Or a different one.
As he looks, he grumbles to himself, "really wish the dockmaster and the ranger had maybe listened to the meddling halfling and goblin earlier and we'd have more options..."
"Oh no, what is she doing?" Jambiya tries the door, to find it barricaded. "I think it's the only way in?" She considers the size of the building, and the layout she has seen. It is probably unlikely that there is a second door to the room, at least one she could reach.
"Anafrey!?" She calls out through the door. "Is everything okay in there?"
"Doing great! Feel free to start without me... " Anafrey would reply in between grunts.. breathing heavily and out of breath as though she was exhausted.
OOC: I don't remember you actually GIVING the fifth portion to anyone, so I assumed someone still had it on them since the sailors attacked you before you got around to doing it. If I'm forgetting, I'd say Grout would have had it on him, which means it went overboard. I'm being lazy. Can you find where it was actually given over? No, let's say this: Grout was given it, and Ebokk found it in their cabin after Grout went overboard. He offered it to Gramps, who turned it down (without offering it to Scrub). Ebokk then gave it to Erric.
Tairdai smiles at Erric. "No, sir. My family name is Braceringer. I was brought to Waterdeep from the Galena Mountains in Damara, but I've worked for the Lockforge family now for almost 30 years. And I can handle a few drinks, but thank you." After Anafrey makes her order, Tairdai excuses herself and exits through a door on the other side of the room. In a surprisingly short time, the dwarf returns with a decanter and glass for Maldorn, a pitcher and mug for Anafrey, and a small spread of meats and tough bread. Maldorn sniffs and then sips the amber dark amber liquid and raises his eyebrows at the tang. It's not as smooth as he might expect from an expensive drink, but he wonders if that's how dwarves prefer it.
Tairdai smiles at everyone. "Please make yourselves at home. The master and mistress should be with you soon." She exits back into the receiving room and then disappears down the hall.
Anafrey:
Is there a time limit to how long you wait, or are you biding your time patiently?
Erric:
Is there a time limit to how long you wait, or do you become impatient?
Jambiya:
You all are left to your own devices a while. What do you do?
Maldorn:
You all are left to your own devices a while. What do you do?
Oh sorry, Erric would have made a request before she left for a large pint. He’s had a day.
Jambiya will just take water. She will definitely eat some though, and then throw open a window (are there windows?) to the outside. She will put her head out and look up and down the street, then place a few choices pieces of meat on the windowsill, and think as loudly as she can << I'm right here, and I've left you some food, the city is pretty scary to me and I could use a friendly face >>
What she does for the time we're alone will change if her entreaty is successful, clearly, but assuming it is not, she will turn to the room and sit down in a chair, drawing her feet up under her. She will pull out her book and pen and ink, and write a little bit. You guys haven't really seen her do that before, but a glance over her shoulder shows the book is pretty full with words and sketches and scrawled arrows and it seems to be as much a sketchbook as a diary or anything. It seems to be written in a mixture of Common, Dwarvish, and something else that looks like phonetic gobble-de-gook written in Common sigils. Also, drawings.
Almost absentmindedly, she will reach into a small pouch and munch on a cricket or two.
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Anafrey would quickly down an her ale before topping off her mug once more.. and almost immediately down it once more. She would take bits of meat and bread and quickly shovel them into her mouth.. chewing loudly as she almost instinctively fills her mug again from the pitcher. As she begins drinking a third time, she moves to put down her mug but her hand shakes and her face turns red as she continues to drink. beads of sweat and a vein form on her forehead as she downs the drink and fills the mug with the remainder of the ale from the pitcher.. and as though she were silently fighting with someone that were forcing her to continue to drink. When the pitcher was gone, Anafrey would let out a large belch before relaxing a bit and standing to her feet. The patinum haired woman would quickly stand to her feet and grab a few more pieces of bread. Taking a couple large bites, she would begin to stagger a bit as the amoung of booze she consumed in such a short time started to catch up with her. "This.. this is some good stuff..." She would say as she tosses the empty mug on to her chair and takes another bite of her bread. "I... I don't feel great... You got a bedroom I can lay down in?" She would ask, looking to Taridai. "It's been a rough couple days.." She would say with a grin as she sways a big back and forth. Although her facial expressions and the sound of her voice are that of a happy drunk, tears begin to steam from her face for no apparent reason. If pointed towards a bedroom, she would scoop up her bag and stumble off towards a bedroom and shut the door with a hard click.
As Anafrey begins drinking and drinking, Jambiya will look up, but feign disinterest, looking back to her book. As soon as Anafrey heads out the door (assuming that happens) she will hop up and run to the door, looking out surreptitiously to see where Anafrey is taken, and what room she in sleeping in. If it is down a hall or stairs or out of sight, she will follow. Then she will come back into the room.
OOC > Conversation with Erric and Maldorn will ensue, if this is the chain of events that actually happens, but I'll wait for DDP to weigh in on what exactly has transpired...
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Erric sips at his pint, reminded again quickly how large pints really are and how he cannot actually finish one without losing his wits. He spends the time watching Anafrey get tearfully drunk and he pulls out his lute and begins playing a sorrowful tune in a melody you all have heard before. In ten minutes, Jack appears in a dull flash of light, ready to serve, but a lot less ebullient than normal. If he were visible, you would see him hunch forward, hands clasped at his waist, eyes downcast, kicking at imaginary dirt on the floor. When Jambiya darts up, Erric tracks her with his eyes and has Jack hold the still mostly full pint glass so it doesn’t spill.
Maldorn:
Sorry; I figured Anafrey's post was pretty self explanatory.
Really taking a look at the woman, you see that something is bothering her. You're used to seeing two sides of Anafrey: drunk carefree and sober closed off. This is dangerous and trying to hide it Anafrey. Maybe she's just sick and tried of being threatened. Maybe she's just really ready for a stable bed where she isn't being attacked by giant crabs or mud bats or sticky chests or meddling halflings. She seems to be wrestling with something internally ... but that isn't too unusual for sober Anafrey.
OOC: Unfortunately, neither the time you spent waiting during the interviews nor the carriage ride were long enough to count as a short rest.
OOC2: Anafrey, Tairdai left the room and hasn't returned, but retroactively, I'll say Erric requested a pint and Jambiya water before she left and returned the first time, so it was delivered with Anafrey and Maldorn's drinks.
DM rollz: 5
Jambiya, you cross to one of the windows that opens onto the street and open it. You hope your little offering will draw in the winged lizard. As you concentrate on the creature, there is the barest of ideas that your mind might have touched an alien one. The feeling is so strange, yet exhilarating, that the contact is broken immediately. But you think it was somewhere nearby. You try again, but are unable to do it again ... then again, Anafrey's display has started to distract you.
Anafrey, you cross to the opening into the front hall and look, but you don't see anyone. You walk straight ahead across the small receiving room and open what is the first door on the left when you first enter the house. You find yourself in a large office or study. Aside from the large desk, two chairs and couch coffee table, there are trophies everywhere. Some within glass cases. Some mounted on the walls. Some grouped on surfaces. Weapons, pieces of armor, pottery, bones ... not any jewelry, coins or gemstones. Unfortunately, you're too stoned to appreciate what you've stumbled onto.
Anafrey:
You can stay in here, there's a door to the right, or you can go back out into the hall and try some doors out there.
Jambiya, you see Anafrey go through the door across the receiving room and then rush back to Erric and Maldorn ... and Jack.
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Jambiya comes back in, looking first at Erric, then at Maldorn. "Now, while she's gone. Maldorn, Anafrey is changed. I've known her just about my whole life (remember, Jambiya is a goblin, and only 10 years old). She never gets angry. Even when she's blind drunk she just hates herself more, not anybody else. This is different. I'm sure it has something to do with the flail, and I think it did something to Ebokk's dad, too, to turn him mean, and into a pirate. Erric and I want to get a spell, or a scroll, to remove any curse that might be on her, and get it away from her. We don't need to steal it, or throw it away, just get it away from her and get a spell on her. But Erric thinks we should get her back to Seldom Spring before we try anything, and I guess I'm okay with that. But Waterdeep is where we have the best chance to find a scroll like that. So. That's what we're going to do. I won't give up on her."
Then she stands there looking at the white-haired ranger defiantly. "Are you going to help, or keep telling us to mind our own business?"
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Maldorn feels like he said his piece, and is now simply biding for time. He remains sited, sipping from the strange drink we was brought. It takes a few tries but eventually he thinks he is getting used to it. Not wanting to dull his senses with all that is going on around him, Maldorn does not drink more that what he guesses would be polite. Also, he is no longer smoking. He'll ask the property owners first if the urge hits him again.
Maldorn tries to keep a eye out for his companions. If they leave the room, he will make a point to deduct where they might have gone (second room to the left, third room past the stairs, stuff like that).
Then, Jambiya speaks. The old man sighs and responds only if Anafrey has not made her way back yet "I don't know why I try to argue with you youths... There is no convincing the young." He sighs: "Do what you will. I'll stay here and keep an eye on her to make sure she is doing alright. She just downed an entire pitcher of ale... I'm sure she'll barf soon." After responding, Maldorn winks at Jambiya.
Erric looks at Jambiya. “Should we try to leave now to find a temple for a scroll, and maybe return after the barfing?” He looks at Maldorn with a half-grin, finally, after being completely flummoxed by the old ranger this afternoon, and he uses the grin as a sort of an invitation, almost saying, “so you’re with us after all, are you?”
He says he would also be fine to wait an hour or so to catch their breaths, recharge, and see what Ebokk’s family is like.
“We need to have that scroll, I think. Should I stay here though? One of us could move faster than both of us...”
OOC > in other words, I’m loathe to trap us into a side quest, when DDP could just narrate you you what happens...
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Anafrey would stagger into the room and force the door shut....
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Once inside the room with the door shut, The white haired woman would wipe the tears from her eyes and quickly move to slide a chair towards the door and wedging it under the handle. She would then quickly turn and push the desk against the door as well, straining against its weight. Once the desk was wedged into position, she would struggle and strain to pull the flail from her belt. Her face turning bright red and her breathing turning heavy as she picks up the flail and begins to swing it. She swings the flail around wildly as though she is trying to throw the weapon but her fingers will not let it go. Becoming desperate, she would pull out her dagger and begin trying to pry up her fingers from the weapon... all the while cursing herself as blood begins to drip from her hand as the dagger cuts into her. Straining against herself and prying at her hand with her dagger, she manages to get the weapon to fall to the floor. In an instant she throws up all over the floor and immediately dives forward towards the weapon and scoops it up again. Her mind and body reeling in pain after being separated from the weapon for even a moment. Taking her blood covered dagger, she would growl in frustration.... walking over to the desk, she would begin carving into the into the surface of the wooden furniture. Straining with all her might.. exhausted as drips of sweat fall down and mix with the blood being smeared across the top of the desk. After carving out a few words, Anafrey's right hand holding the flail would begin smashing her left hand clutching the dagger.. prompting her to drop the weapon and fall backwards against one of the glass cases, cracking it. She would then look up and search the wall and find another similar blade hanging on the wall and grab it with her battered and bruised hand and prepare to swing it down at her right hand.. but would stop herself as she remembers the pain she felt when she dropped the flail before. Exhausted and unsure of what to do.. Tears of frustration would fill her eyes and mix with the sweat on her face. She could feel the influence of the flail getting stronger the longer they fought... her face nearly completely hidden under white hair stuck to her sweaty and bloody face.
(OOC: Is there a window in this office / trophy room?)
OOC: Wowee! If you weren't sure if you should read Anafrey's spoiler, please don't yet.
While Jambiya and Erric are debating the good and bad points of one or both of them leaving to go find a scroll, they (as well as Maldorn) hear what sounds like glass being broken in the room Anafrey entered.
OOC2: The door is closed and barricaded from the inside.
Anafrey:
Yes, the office has windows facing the street just like the sitting room does. Anafrey will find they are extremely hard to break, though. It will take at DC 20 strength check as they've been magically strengthened. And she won't be able to open the locks.
Anfrey says "shucks!" as she knocks over a glass of water..... probably...
DM ONLY
Anafrey would seemingly calm down a moment.. wiping the hair from her face before smiling and spitting on the floor. "I'll have to cut back on our drinking..." She would say to herself before moving towards the window and attempting to force the window open....
Strength check! 5
As the window fails to budge, she would immediately grip her flail and begin beating against the glass window... striking again and again.. hoping to shatter the window and escape.
Attack: 22 Damage: 10
Attack: 9 Damage: 10
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
(OOC: I crit the window with a legendary magical weapon.. Does that do anything?)
Maldorn pricks up his ears once he hears glass breaking.
”You might not have the Ike you need to commission your scroll, little ones. My own idea was also dependent on us having more time. We may want to make the harder decision now. Are you willing to try to knock her out temporarily?”
He fails to hold a smirk. “Quite the first impression we’ll leave with Mama dwarf.”
"I can try to make her laugh so hard she's incapacitated, if I can see her. Then we can get the flail away from her and maybe tie her up? Or knock her out, sure, but then what? I don't know how this stuff works. Is this door the only way into this room?" Erric looks around for another way in. Is this the room across the hall from the one we were all resting in? Or a different one.
As he looks, he grumbles to himself, "really wish the dockmaster and the ranger had maybe listened to the meddling halfling and goblin earlier and we'd have more options..."
"Oh no, what is she doing?" Jambiya tries the door, to find it barricaded. "I think it's the only way in?" She considers the size of the building, and the layout she has seen. It is probably unlikely that there is a second door to the room, at least one she could reach.
"Anafrey!?" She calls out through the door. "Is everything okay in there?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
"Doing great! Feel free to start without me... " Anafrey would reply in between grunts.. breathing heavily and out of breath as though she was exhausted.