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Ilshin closes the lock box, nodding as he does so. He then slips it into his pack.
"Looks like that should come close to covering it," Ilshin says.
He then takes a look around the office to see if there's anything else that might count as, according to Cimri 'whatever’s shiny' . He pokes around the desk and any cupboards.
Ilshin, as you examine the office, you notice two patterned leather tapestries hanging on the wall that could be worth some gold. You also find a set of antique tanner's tools.
"Bullies..." Louslik utters under his breath, but loud enough to be heard.
Cimri claps her hands excitedly. "Well done, friends. Though, I wouldn't have minded if things got a little... messy. Now, let's get back to the Ash House to collect our prize."
Ilshin looks over at Cimri and nods. This was going remarkably well he thought to himself.
"What say you, Zaradius?" Ilshin asks as he passed the large Tiefling. "Might be tempting fate to walk out the front doors. The sheriff may have actually gotten wind of what was happening. I think departing the way we came would be the most judicious."
Rather than give Louslik and the others a chance to marshal any form of bravery, Ilshin heads for the opening in the wall that he, Zaradius and Cimri entered through.
Brana, having had enough of harassing the beleaguered guards, pokes Vanna as the others emerge from Louslik's office. "All right, gentlemen. That's enough of my time wasted. Get back to your posts while we consult with our peers." She then approaches the open doorway to the offices.
The Tiefling shrugs and pushes past the guards, giving them a look as he casts Thaumaturgy to make it looks as though flames are coming from his eyes. "Let's hope we do not have to see each other again...."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Cimri leaves with Ilshin and Zaradius through the gap, and Brana and Vanna head out the front doors of the tannery. The dog, which the fat man had been holding back, suddenly breaks free. "Wait! Stop, Abbie!" the man cries out as the mastiff charges Brana and Vanna.
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Abbie's WIS save: 12
The dog sits, as she was told. She still growls at the party as they make their way out.
Once you are all gathered, Cimri leads you back to the Ash House in Longacre proper. What remains of this manor looks like it could collapse at any moment. Bearing the scars of a decades-old fire, the house is blackened and sags under the weight of its collapsed third floor. Shattered windows pose no barrier to the riot of ivy scaling each gable and invading every cavity. Bent pillars and a cracked granite porch lead to a warped door bearing a rusty doorknocker shaped like a boar’s head. "We'll meet with Razelago upstairs, come on," Cimri says, leading you up the stairs immediately in front of the house's entrance.
She leads you into a small office. Toppled bookshelves, a table, and some chairs half-covered in ivy suggest this room was once a library. The ashes and pulp of burned, waterlogged books lay heaped amid fallen furniture, creating a large nest of sorts against one wall. A set of folding paper screens divides the room. A lantern flickers on the opposite side, projecting the silhouette of a desk and high-backed chair upon the thin paper. Sitting in said chair is the shadow of a thin, bald-headed man, who leans forward as you enter. You also notice a panther-like creature resting in a pile of book pulp.
"Cimri," you hear a soft, raspy voice from the other side of the paper. "You have returned. I assume all has gone according to plan?"
Cimri nods excitedly, and turns to Ilshin, who carries the lockbox. "Yes, Razelago. They performed exceptionally well."
The man-shape nods. “Excellent. You’ve done well, Cimri, and your associates sound like individuals of rare potential. You’ll all find your payment waiting in the parlor below, along with a gift for each of you. Go, enjoy, celebrate. You deserve a reward for your impressive work. We’ll talk more in the near future. Leave the lockbox on the floor over there, and I shall make sure the gold therein makes it to the proper authorities."
"Humpf,"Brana says, grabbing Vanna and continuing their walk. "Control your mutt,"she grumbles without looking back. In a lower tone of voice, she mutters "Fools. I hope the others have completed their task to Cimri's satisfaction. The incompetence of the workers here alone is killing me. Any more time spent here and their illness might be catching."
Inside the lockbox is a decent amount of gold and silver coinage. All in all, it looks like it's roughly 200 gp.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Ilshin closes the lock box, nodding as he does so. He then slips it into his pack.
"Looks like that should come close to covering it," Ilshin says.
He then takes a look around the office to see if there's anything else that might count as, according to Cimri 'whatever’s shiny' . He pokes around the desk and any cupboards.
Perception: 19
Ilshin, as you examine the office, you notice two patterned leather tapestries hanging on the wall that could be worth some gold. You also find a set of antique tanner's tools.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Ilshin looks over at Louslik by the door.
"Well, I think it best if we go outside to join the others," Ilshin says, gesturing for Louslik to head outside.
As he moves from the desk, Ilshin tugs the tapestries off the walls and scoops up the antique tools.
"These are lovely."
He then heads towards the door to see what the others are up to.
Zaradius stands around with his arms crossed, doing his best to look intimidating as he stares at the ones that came running back.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Bullies..." Louslik utters under his breath, but loud enough to be heard.
Cimri claps her hands excitedly. "Well done, friends. Though, I wouldn't have minded if things got a little... messy. Now, let's get back to the Ash House to collect our prize."
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Ilshin looks over at Cimri and nods. This was going remarkably well he thought to himself.
"What say you, Zaradius?" Ilshin asks as he passed the large Tiefling. "Might be tempting fate to walk out the front doors. The sheriff may have actually gotten wind of what was happening. I think departing the way we came would be the most judicious."
Rather than give Louslik and the others a chance to marshal any form of bravery, Ilshin heads for the opening in the wall that he, Zaradius and Cimri entered through.
Brana, having had enough of harassing the beleaguered guards, pokes Vanna as the others emerge from Louslik's office. "All right, gentlemen. That's enough of my time wasted. Get back to your posts while we consult with our peers." She then approaches the open doorway to the offices.
Following Brana towards the doorway.
The Tiefling shrugs and pushes past the guards, giving them a look as he casts Thaumaturgy to make it looks as though flames are coming from his eyes. "Let's hope we do not have to see each other again...."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
((What's the plan? Leaving the way you came in?))
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
(Yes, Ilshin was heading to the gap in the fencing he Cimri, and Zaradius came through).
(Yeah Zaradius will leave through the gap, glaring at them as he does so of course...)
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
(Yep, Brana and I hope Vanna plan on walking right out the front door after giving the guardsmen there a stern glare and proper send-off.)
(Ditto)
Cimri leaves with Ilshin and Zaradius through the gap, and Brana and Vanna head out the front doors of the tannery. The dog, which the fat man had been holding back, suddenly breaks free. "Wait! Stop, Abbie!" the man cries out as the mastiff charges Brana and Vanna.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Brana whirls around, eyes glinting, and points at the mastiff.
"Sit!" she commands the dog harshly. (WIS DC 13)
Abbie's WIS save: 12
The dog sits, as she was told. She still growls at the party as they make their way out.
Once you are all gathered, Cimri leads you back to the Ash House in Longacre proper. What remains of this manor looks like it could collapse at any moment. Bearing the scars of a decades-old fire, the house is blackened and sags under the weight of its collapsed third floor. Shattered windows pose no barrier to the riot of ivy scaling each gable and invading every cavity. Bent pillars and a cracked granite porch lead to a warped door bearing a rusty doorknocker shaped like a boar’s head. "We'll meet with Razelago upstairs, come on," Cimri says, leading you up the stairs immediately in front of the house's entrance.
She leads you into a small office. Toppled bookshelves, a table, and some chairs half-covered in ivy suggest this room was once a library. The ashes and pulp of burned, waterlogged books lay heaped amid fallen furniture, creating a large nest of sorts against one wall. A set of folding paper screens divides the room. A lantern flickers on the opposite side, projecting the silhouette of a desk and high-backed chair upon the thin paper. Sitting in said chair is the shadow of a thin, bald-headed man, who leans forward as you enter. You also notice a panther-like creature resting in a pile of book pulp.
"Cimri," you hear a soft, raspy voice from the other side of the paper. "You have returned. I assume all has gone according to plan?"
Cimri nods excitedly, and turns to Ilshin, who carries the lockbox. "Yes, Razelago. They performed exceptionally well."
The man-shape nods. “Excellent. You’ve done well, Cimri, and your associates sound like individuals of rare potential. You’ll all find your payment waiting in the parlor below, along with a gift for each of you. Go, enjoy, celebrate. You deserve a reward for your impressive work. We’ll talk more in the near future. Leave the lockbox on the floor over there, and I shall make sure the gold therein makes it to the proper authorities."
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
"Humpf," Brana says, grabbing Vanna and continuing their walk. "Control your mutt," she grumbles without looking back. In a lower tone of voice, she mutters "Fools. I hope the others have completed their task to Cimri's satisfaction. The incompetence of the workers here alone is killing me. Any more time spent here and their illness might be catching."
"It's best you could command it. I was about to stab the thing."