Kaisaras will stand from his seat, keeping his chin tucked to his chest, "We can talk about making your hands lethal weapons another time, we should keep moving to the Pier. Gaedren may not be there, but we don't want to miss the chance that he is." Pushing his seat away, Kai will move towards the door, in agreement with Radgar. As he heads out, he makes sure that his hood and scarf are properly hiding his features. Unlike the others here, he had more value in keeping any information, including his identity, as a possible card to play....besides, 'How did she put it? "you will have to let your true plumage fly for all to see"? Well, all that means is she believes my identity is a weapon...how astute of her.'
Radgar snorts as Brock asks about rings or steel knuckles, the brawler clearly has no idea what he was talking about when it came to weaponry. 'Ye don't need rings or any such nonsense as that, what yer looking for is a punch dagger. Fits neatly into a clenched fist, but gives ya an edge to cut exposed flesh or punch in through the chinks in plate mail.' As he talks, the burly dwarf mimics the motions he describes, moving his hands like a surgeon, slicing at the back of the brawler's knees to cut his tendons, and miming strikes into the armpits and towards the eyes.
'Aye, I could make ye one, a fine one of good steel. Just need a couple of quiet days at the forge and the coin to buy the ingots.'
"And then with a little research I could inscribe a rune to give it some extra punch...or to cut deeper than a normal blade. Together, Radgar, we could probably craft some amazing weapons and armor!" the young human replies to the dwarf.
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Chp 5 - Act 1
As the sun begins to set, Kurstin walks next to Brock and asks quietly, "Do you have a torch or light source to see by if the warehouse is dark? If not, I have a clever little contraption you can use to cast enough light for you to get around, but not give away our position like a torch. Just asking...before this happened with my eyes," he gestures absent-mindedly to his completely black eyes, "I couldn't see in the dark either."
If he needs a light, Kurstin takes out a small metal disk of thinly-beaten copper and scratches a series of arcane runes into the center of one side. As he carves, you might hear him mumbling about the binding and reflective properties of copper, and the runes for moonlight and binding. When he is done, the 3-inch diameter disk emits bright yellowish light in a 5-foot radius and dim light for an additional 5 feet. "See? Your very own moonbeam! And you can cover it with a lapel or a cloth if you want to hide."
Act 2
He does his best to walk silently along the road, not wanting to draw any attention to the group. (Stealth: 17) At the warehouse, Kurstin examines the dark areas around the building, pier, and river with his extended range darkvision (120'!) looking for dangers, threats, lookouts, or perhaps an alternate way to enter.
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Action #2: Stealth check - 24
Kaisaras similarly walks along with the group, keeping his hood and scarf up, while trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Well accustomed to walking around the city inconspicuously, he seems to naturally blend into the backdrop, despite his company. When they near the warehouse, Kaisaras would give a silent hand signal to Kurstin and the rest, hold up his hand first, to stop them, before pointing at them, then the spot, signaling to wait there. Regardless of if they listened, however, he would press forward to the warehouse, looking for a way in, or a point to look inside.
Danse respectfully clapped at the revelation of his own card, cordially grinning. "I wouldn't say free. Order, however, is always a welcome touch in such a chaotic world," he responded to Zellara. He wanted to see how far she would fall down the rabbit hole - free was the exact opposite of his time under Gaedren. But still, he kept out an ear for the verdicts on his new companion's cards - prescience was a legitimate talent that some magic wielders posess.
As Zellara recited her speech, Danse's lips curled slightly into a half-grin. He was certain she'd practice this speech beforehand. That was respectable, but perhaps she already knew what cards they were destined to draw. Either she was proficient with hand trickery, or she was more prophetic than Danse gave her credit for. He slowly nodded along at the mention of Gaedren having an impact on all four new companions at the table - that's why he was here, and he was curious to know what traumas the others had endured at the hands of Gaedren. At the plea to end Gaedren's life, Danse's usual charming smile hardened. Her words spoke to him, and he slowly nodded in silent agreement to the task she offered.
The Half-Elf kept his smile up, hearing the assortment of reasons behind their murderous desire to put an end to Gaedren. He leaned forward once the others declared their reasons behind sitting at this table tonight. Most of all, he empathizes with the dark-eyed man, Kurstin, and the surly Dwarf. Having a loved one ripped from you could be worse than having your own heart ripped from your chest. With a seated bow, Danse once again met eyes with the members of the adventure. "It seems the majority of you have a noble mission in mind, which I respect," he began, finally taking a dredge of the wine offered. Not too much, though. "but I am afraid I must disappoint those of you more altruistic than I. I want to see Gandren die like the dog he is. Flayed alive, if I can help it," he noted, gesturing to his face. The falling sunset caught the tattoos in a different light- now, the tattoos are strategically inked over a vast array of scars and carving marks. "I want to see him butchered, like he did to me once."
Danse scooted out of his seat, heading towards the door. He opened it with a bow and flourish. Perhaps spending too much time enslaved creates habits too strong to break, and Danse preferred using them as an elaborate performance of politeness rather than thinking about it.
He briskly trotted along, keeping pace with the rest of the group. He wasn't afraid to show his appearance. Hiding in plain sight was safer than the alternative. He silently agreed at the mysterious man named Kaisaras's words - Danse would not risk the chance of letting Gaedren evade them. He walked slightly closer, tuning out the conversation of the two metalworkers nearby.
@Kai- Sneaking around the front end of the building, you carefully test the front doors and windows as silently as possible for a possible way in. Gently testing the door first, you find that it is locked shut. Examining the windows, you find them all locked up and boarded (DC10 Perception/ Investigation check to see small angled slits in the boards (though your unable to see them). On the boardwalk, you see one door and a few boarded up windows. On the far side of the building, Kai gets a better look at the loading dock and sees that it's fifteen-feet-wide and abutting the side of the building A few carts sit nearby, partially loaded with large, tar-caked barrels marked with a fish-shaped splotches of red paint on the side. Double doors to the immediate south of the loading dock’s ramp provide access to the building’s interior, while a rickety flight of stairs descends ten feet to a point just three feet over the river’s surface, where a simple door provides a secondary entrance.
Regardless of whatever Kai spots through the boarded windows/door, if anything, he would make a large arm motion towards the group keeping to the corner, for them to move towards the loading dock, as that appeared to be the most subtle means by which to enter the building.
chapter 3: Brock would have nodded along as Danse declared wanting to see Gandren die. "Right! We'll make sure he ends up dead. sounds like we may just have to beat some information out of him first." He'd say with a smile.
chapter. 5 act 1: When Kurstin asks if he has a torch, Brock would nod. "Sure do, I got ten of them... fire always makes a show more interesting. That bein said... Let me see what ya got." the large fighter would watch and rub his beard as the small spotlight is created in front if him. "Well look at that! Does it change colors? Could you make my armor glow different colors? I'd look amazing!" Brock would ask excitedly."
act2: When they get to their location, Brock would stand with his arms folded. Why don't we just go over there and kick in the door?" he asks while looking towards his companions while kai sneaks ahead
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C5A2
Seeing Kai's motion, Radgar moves forward as quietly as his burly armored frame can carry him, which isn't usually very quiet at all (stealth 4), but tonight the shadows seem to drink him in and swallow his footfalls. It's as if the very universe has bent it's will to free his brother and deliver vegenence to his tormentor. Tightening his grip on his hammer, the dwarf continues to creep towards the loading dock.
Kurstin goes with Radgar towards the loading dock. After looking around, he whispers to the rest of the group, "I think we should try that door down by the water. Going in through these double doors will get us into a large area, but that door down there should be the bottom level of this building and may make it easier to sneak in. We don't have enough people to cover all of the exits and to safely enter, so we'll have to be quick, and quiet. At least - that's my suggestion..."
"Point me towards the door and I'll get us in there." Brock would reply with a grin, not really worrying much about keeping his voice down. The large man would then begin walking towards the door by the water unless anyone tries to stop him.
@Brock, you make it to the door in question without incident. A quick examination of it reveals that it is similarly locked to other entrances tried so far.
Action #3:
Kaisaras will stand from his seat, keeping his chin tucked to his chest, "We can talk about making your hands lethal weapons another time, we should keep moving to the Pier. Gaedren may not be there, but we don't want to miss the chance that he is." Pushing his seat away, Kai will move towards the door, in agreement with Radgar. As he heads out, he makes sure that his hood and scarf are properly hiding his features. Unlike the others here, he had more value in keeping any information, including his identity, as a possible card to play....besides, 'How did she put it? "you will have to let your true plumage fly for all to see"? Well, all that means is she believes my identity is a weapon...how astute of her.'
Radgar snorts as Brock asks about rings or steel knuckles, the brawler clearly has no idea what he was talking about when it came to weaponry. 'Ye don't need rings or any such nonsense as that, what yer looking for is a punch dagger. Fits neatly into a clenched fist, but gives ya an edge to cut exposed flesh or punch in through the chinks in plate mail.' As he talks, the burly dwarf mimics the motions he describes, moving his hands like a surgeon, slicing at the back of the brawler's knees to cut his tendons, and miming strikes into the armpits and towards the eyes.
'Aye, I could make ye one, a fine one of good steel. Just need a couple of quiet days at the forge and the coin to buy the ingots.'
"And then with a little research I could inscribe a rune to give it some extra punch...or to cut deeper than a normal blade. Together, Radgar, we could probably craft some amazing weapons and armor!" the young human replies to the dwarf.
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Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 005 - Westpier 17
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Chp 5 - Act 1
As the sun begins to set, Kurstin walks next to Brock and asks quietly, "Do you have a torch or light source to see by if the warehouse is dark? If not, I have a clever little contraption you can use to cast enough light for you to get around, but not give away our position like a torch. Just asking...before this happened with my eyes," he gestures absent-mindedly to his completely black eyes, "I couldn't see in the dark either."
If he needs a light, Kurstin takes out a small metal disk of thinly-beaten copper and scratches a series of arcane runes into the center of one side. As he carves, you might hear him mumbling about the binding and reflective properties of copper, and the runes for moonlight and binding. When he is done, the 3-inch diameter disk emits bright yellowish light in a 5-foot radius and dim light for an additional 5 feet. "See? Your very own moonbeam! And you can cover it with a lapel or a cloth if you want to hide."
Act 2
He does his best to walk silently along the road, not wanting to draw any attention to the group. (Stealth: 17) At the warehouse, Kurstin examines the dark areas around the building, pier, and river with his extended range darkvision (120'!) looking for dangers, threats, lookouts, or perhaps an alternate way to enter.
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Action #2: Stealth check - 24
Kaisaras similarly walks along with the group, keeping his hood and scarf up, while trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Well accustomed to walking around the city inconspicuously, he seems to naturally blend into the backdrop, despite his company. When they near the warehouse, Kaisaras would give a silent hand signal to Kurstin and the rest, hold up his hand first, to stop them, before pointing at them, then the spot, signaling to wait there. Regardless of if they listened, however, he would press forward to the warehouse, looking for a way in, or a point to look inside.
Chapter 3!
Danse respectfully clapped at the revelation of his own card, cordially grinning. "I wouldn't say free. Order, however, is always a welcome touch in such a chaotic world," he responded to Zellara. He wanted to see how far she would fall down the rabbit hole - free was the exact opposite of his time under Gaedren. But still, he kept out an ear for the verdicts on his new companion's cards - prescience was a legitimate talent that some magic wielders posess.
As Zellara recited her speech, Danse's lips curled slightly into a half-grin. He was certain she'd practice this speech beforehand. That was respectable, but perhaps she already knew what cards they were destined to draw. Either she was proficient with hand trickery, or she was more prophetic than Danse gave her credit for. He slowly nodded along at the mention of Gaedren having an impact on all four new companions at the table - that's why he was here, and he was curious to know what traumas the others had endured at the hands of Gaedren. At the plea to end Gaedren's life, Danse's usual charming smile hardened. Her words spoke to him, and he slowly nodded in silent agreement to the task she offered.
The Half-Elf kept his smile up, hearing the assortment of reasons behind their murderous desire to put an end to Gaedren. He leaned forward once the others declared their reasons behind sitting at this table tonight. Most of all, he empathizes with the dark-eyed man, Kurstin, and the surly Dwarf. Having a loved one ripped from you could be worse than having your own heart ripped from your chest. With a seated bow, Danse once again met eyes with the members of the adventure. "It seems the majority of you have a noble mission in mind, which I respect," he began, finally taking a dredge of the wine offered. Not too much, though. "but I am afraid I must disappoint those of you more altruistic than I. I want to see Gandren die like the dog he is. Flayed alive, if I can help it," he noted, gesturing to his face. The falling sunset caught the tattoos in a different light- now, the tattoos are strategically inked over a vast array of scars and carving marks. "I want to see him butchered, like he did to me once."
Chapter 4!
Danse scooted out of his seat, heading towards the door. He opened it with a bow and flourish. Perhaps spending too much time enslaved creates habits too strong to break, and Danse preferred using them as an elaborate performance of politeness rather than thinking about it.
He briskly trotted along, keeping pace with the rest of the group. He wasn't afraid to show his appearance. Hiding in plain sight was safer than the alternative. He silently agreed at the mysterious man named Kaisaras's words - Danse would not risk the chance of letting Gaedren evade them. He walked slightly closer, tuning out the conversation of the two metalworkers nearby.
@Kurstin- Give me a Perception Roll
@Kai- Sneaking around the front end of the building, you carefully test the front doors and windows as silently as possible for a possible way in. Gently testing the door first, you find that it is locked shut. Examining the windows, you find them all locked up and boarded (DC10 Perception/ Investigation check to see small angled slits in the boards (though your unable to see them). On the boardwalk, you see one door and a few boarded up windows. On the far side of the building, Kai gets a better look at the loading dock and sees that it's fifteen-feet-wide and abutting the side of the building A few carts sit nearby, partially loaded with large, tar-caked barrels marked with a fish-shaped splotches of red paint on the side. Double doors to the immediate south of the loading dock’s ramp provide access to the building’s interior, while a rickety flight of stairs descends ten feet to a point just three feet over the river’s surface, where a simple door provides a secondary entrance.
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Action #2: Perception - 9
Regardless of whatever Kai spots through the boarded windows/door, if anything, he would make a large arm motion towards the group keeping to the corner, for them to move towards the loading dock, as that appeared to be the most subtle means by which to enter the building.
Perception: 6
(Yeah - 2020 getting its last laughs with these rolls!! =/
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chapter 3: Brock would have nodded along as Danse declared wanting to see Gandren die. "Right! We'll make sure he ends up dead. sounds like we may just have to beat some information out of him first." He'd say with a smile.
chapter. 5 act 1: When Kurstin asks if he has a torch, Brock would nod. "Sure do, I got ten of them... fire always makes a show more interesting. That bein said... Let me see what ya got." the large fighter would watch and rub his beard as the small spotlight is created in front if him. "Well look at that! Does it change colors? Could you make my armor glow different colors? I'd look amazing!" Brock would ask excitedly."
act2: When they get to their location, Brock would stand with his arms folded. Why don't we just go over there and kick in the door?" he asks while looking towards his companions while kai sneaks ahead
@Kai, you only notice that the windows are boarded. You do not notice the slits in the board nor can you see into the building at all.
@Kurstin, Looking out from your vantage point towards the rundown building, you do not notice anything particularly noteworthy or unusual.
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C5A2
Seeing Kai's motion, Radgar moves forward as quietly as his burly armored frame can carry him, which isn't usually very quiet at all (stealth 4), but tonight the shadows seem to drink him in and swallow his footfalls. It's as if the very universe has bent it's will to free his brother and deliver vegenence to his tormentor. Tightening his grip on his hammer, the dwarf continues to creep towards the loading dock.
Kurstin goes with Radgar towards the loading dock. After looking around, he whispers to the rest of the group, "I think we should try that door down by the water. Going in through these double doors will get us into a large area, but that door down there should be the bottom level of this building and may make it easier to sneak in. We don't have enough people to cover all of the exits and to safely enter, so we'll have to be quick, and quiet. At least - that's my suggestion..."
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Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 006 - Scouting
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(Kurstin still recommends going to the single door three feet above the river level on the NW side of the building =)
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"Point me towards the door and I'll get us in there." Brock would reply with a grin, not really worrying much about keeping his voice down. The large man would then begin walking towards the door by the water unless anyone tries to stop him.
Radgar shakes his head at Brock's brazen approach and lack of subtlety but follows closely in his wake.
@Brock, you make it to the door in question without incident. A quick examination of it reveals that it is similarly locked to other entrances tried so far.
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