Naumick drops his crossbow, irritated his "kill shot" was not so much of one. He draws his blade, retaliating against the one who attack him. "What's going on here, scoundrel?"
The man pinches his nose, then looks at you again. "Here. Let me put this in a way your dumb ass can understand. Go. Away. I don't care if you're with Lord Raenar Neverember himself, Lady Gralhund is not having visitors today. Or tomorrow. Or the next day Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Ever. No scheduling nothing. Do you understand? Or, are we going to have a problem?"
"Hold on one moment, is there something wrong with Lady Gralhund? You're telling us she won't be making any appointments in the future, what type of noble does that... that's just poor business right there. Let's just calm down for one moment, we can maintain civility can we not?"
"That is none of your business." The guards are human, wearing plate with halberd like weapons.
Gonna let the dice decide if Bruvir (and Avys by association) are about to fight these guards. (1-50 = no fight, 51-100 = fight) 11
Bruvir gritted his teeth as the guard continued to act all high and mighty in front of him. He wouldn't be acting all tough with a few broken kneecaps, he thought to himself as he resisted the urge to grab his hammer, knowing that subtly and discretion were what were needed for the others to complete their mission. Looking up at the guard in front of him, he stared at him for a few long moments before spitting on the ground and saying, "Fine. We'll leave for now but you'll be hearing from us again. Lets go." he told Avys before turning around and heading back in the direction of their manor.
Naumick flicks his wrist, flinging the blood from his last kill against the wall. He turns to the one pulverizing Syl, hesitates a second to contemplate before cursing under his breath, "Not the time to be developing such things, Nom Nom." He attacks the thug.
"Fine. We'll leave for now but you'll be hearing from us again. Lets go."he told Avys before turning around and heading back in the direction of their manor. "Yeah, yeah. Have a nice night."
The Zhentarium thug emits a loud grunts and falls to the ground. Two more dead bodies join the pile. Catsha bounces on her paws and starts sniffing around. Lying about the room are the bodies of eight guards wearing bloody and tattered House Gralhund livery over their chain shirts, as well as, now, four dead Zhents in black leather armor. All are humans.
Naumick grunts, "It appears we've walked ourselves into a turf war." He looks about, motioning his head toward the door of G12, he moves over takes a listen and then tries the door.
Perception: 12
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Feliara, who looked lost as hell, walked into the room together with a spectral image that dissappeared just a few steps in. She looked around, confused, before she spotted her beloved group of friends and rushed towards them, tip-toeing trying to not make a lot of noise. An obsidian knife on her hand glowed slightly, but turned back to normal as the ghost dissapeared. The elf looked worried to say the least, and with a whisper she spoke to them.
"Where did y'all get into?! Why there are a lot of dead people and why the spirits sounded so scared?!"
The wood-paneled library includes these features: Tall bookshelves are packed with tomes. Sliding wooden ladders mounted on rails allow easy access to higher shelves. In one corner stands an iron lectern with a closed, locked, leather-bound tome resting on it. Two padded chairs face a large fireplace. One has a wolf skin draped over it.
"Where did y'all get into?! Why there are a lot of dead people and why the spirits sounded so scared?!" Catsha approaches you, purring loudly, and weaving herself and her tail around your lower legs.
Quite surprised to see a cat there, Feliara pondered to even touch it. Seeing how she acted so lovely towards her, she finally found out that she was Kasha and rapidly, but with care, grabbed her and hold Catsha on her arms.
"Glad to see you're safe, Kasha! I missed ya, you floured kid!"
Feliara turned her around and rubbed her belly, laughing softly. The fact that doing that if Kasha was human would be really strange kinda confused her for a while, but the cat was too soft to say no. She then turned to the other party members and smiled widely.
"I brought healing for all of you, does somebody need it?"
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Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
"Where did y'all get into?! Why there are a lot of dead people and why the spirits sounded so scared?!"
Syl brings a deft, elongated finger to his lips, asking for silence. They were infiltrating. Had Feliara followed? Nevertheless, Sylivar painfully grunts and uses his staff as a walking stick to stumble after Naumick. Whether he was injured or not is difficult to tell in comparison to his usual method of swaying as he walks.
He kneels and gives Catsha a scritch around the ears. "No chasing mice. I doubt a place as snobbish as this has any, though - but I wouldn't want you getting killed for being curious, aye? You know how the saying goes,” he mutters, more to himself than as a warning to the adorable druid. Kasha would be fine. Syl would make sure of it.
"I brought healing for all of you, does somebody need it?"
Syl winces as some blood seeps through the ratty, filthy clothes he normally wears. His breath comes in slightly pained rattles. Some ribs were probably broken, but his face flashes in a grin only slightly pulled taught by pain. "I won't pretend to be at my best, Fel, but I'd use your healing for someone who needs it. I'll be fine - booze numbs the pain." He brings a canteen of liquor to his lips and continues after Naumick. (Syl's at 8/24. He isn't the best at hiding things.)
Most books didn't interest him, but the lectern with the locked tome sounded interesting. "Naumick, this looks like something you'd be good at, right?" Syl comments. Syl pauses a moment to peruse the bodies of the Zhentarim and their kills, searching for any reason that could explain why they were killed or what the plan for the slaughter was.
Afterwards, Syl will press his ear to the wall near Area G11, just like Naumick did. Perception: 8
Moving away from the front entrance, Bruvir circled back and around to the other side of the manor to where the others had snuck in earlier, waiting for them to return or for a sign of what was happening inside.
"Glad to see you're safe, Kasha! I missed ya, you floured kid!" Catsha allows you to pick her up, and does not resist. She flicks her tail, purring loudly.
He kneels and gives Catsha a scritch around the ears. "No chasing mice. I doubt a place as snobbish as this has any, though - but I wouldn't want you getting killed for being curious, aye? You know how the saying goes" Catsha gives you a lazy look. She doesn't disagree.
G11 is quiet, and locked. The battle sounds at G13 continue.
G11 clicks open. Inside, you see a room with the rolling features. A 10-foot-square canvas wrestling mat is sprawled on the floor in the middle of the room. Velvet armchairs, small statues of naked men on pedestals, and tall mahogany bookshelves are arranged neatly around the room. A mahogany desk in one corner doesn’t look like it sees much use. There is no one in this room.
Gonna let the dice decide if Bruvir (and Avys by association) are about to fight these guards. (1-50 = no fight, 51-100 = fight) 11
Bruvir gritted his teeth as the guard continued to act all high and mighty in front of him. He wouldn't be acting all tough with a few broken kneecaps, he thought to himself as he resisted the urge to grab his hammer, knowing that subtly and discretion were what were needed for the others to complete their mission. Looking up at the guard in front of him, he stared at him for a few long moments before spitting on the ground and saying, "Fine. We'll leave for now but you'll be hearing from us again. Lets go." he told Avys before turning around and heading back in the direction of their manor.
Avys nods his head slightly at the guards "I'm sure your employer wouldn't like to hear that you both are being so terribly rude. It's quite awful for business... Take care now" Avys turns around and follows Bruvir towards the manor. "something seems off.. does it not?" he whispers as they continue walking.
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Naumick drops his crossbow, irritated his "kill shot" was not so much of one. He draws his blade, retaliating against the one who attack him. "What's going on here, scoundrel?"
Shortsword Attack: 23 Damage: 6 + Sneak Attack Damage: 9
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
HOPEFULLY NO NAT1'S WILL BE RICK ROLLED
Syl18, Thug2(13)(AC11/HP22), Thug1(5)(AC11/HP12), Nom4, Catsha3
Talk about a kill shot, Thug1 drops!!
HOPEFULLY NO NAT1'S WILL BE RICK ROLLED
Syl18, Thug2(13)(AC11/HP22), Nom4, Catsha3
Syl coughs up some blood from being bashed around before railing into Thug2, quarterstaff to instep and elbow to the nose.
Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Attack: 9 Damage: 6
HOPEFULLY NO NAT1'S WILL BE RICK ROLLED
Syl18, Thug2(13)(AC11/HP22), Nom4, Catsha3
This stuff's made in New York City!
HOPEFULLY NO NAT1'S WILL BE RICK ROLLED
Syl18, Thug2(13)(AC11/HP22), Nom4, Catsha3
Thug2 attacks Syl!
Attack: 9 Damage: 8
Attack: 11 Damage: 6
HOPEFULLY NO NAT1'S WILL BE RICK ROLLED
Syl18, Thug2(13)(AC11/HP17), Nom4, Catsha3
Catsha bounces around, causing a distraction to help Nom again!
Gonna let the dice decide if Bruvir (and Avys by association) are about to fight these guards. (1-50 = no fight, 51-100 = fight) 11
Bruvir gritted his teeth as the guard continued to act all high and mighty in front of him. He wouldn't be acting all tough with a few broken kneecaps, he thought to himself as he resisted the urge to grab his hammer, knowing that subtly and discretion were what were needed for the others to complete their mission. Looking up at the guard in front of him, he stared at him for a few long moments before spitting on the ground and saying, "Fine. We'll leave for now but you'll be hearing from us again. Lets go." he told Avys before turning around and heading back in the direction of their manor.
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Naumick flicks his wrist, flinging the blood from his last kill against the wall. He turns to the one pulverizing Syl, hesitates a second to contemplate before cursing under his breath, "Not the time to be developing such things, Nom Nom." He attacks the thug.
Shortsword Attack: 20 Damage: 6 + Sneaky Sneak Damage: 10
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Whoa, I saw that nat1 in there lol. Wicked hit! Finish him off, Syl!!
"Fine. We'll leave for now but you'll be hearing from us again. Lets go." he told Avys before turning around and heading back in the direction of their manor.
"Yeah, yeah. Have a nice night."
Syl deftly evades the two blows and twirls around for a kick directly to the chest.
Attack: 15 Damage: 5
Attack: 11 Damage: 4
The Zhentarium thug emits a loud grunts and falls to the ground. Two more dead bodies join the pile. Catsha bounces on her paws and starts sniffing around. Lying about the room are the bodies of eight guards wearing bloody and tattered House Gralhund livery over their chain shirts, as well as, now, four dead Zhents in black leather armor. All are humans.
Naumick grunts, "It appears we've walked ourselves into a turf war." He looks about, motioning his head toward the door of G12, he moves over takes a listen and then tries the door.
Perception: 12
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Feliara, who looked lost as hell, walked into the room together with a spectral image that dissappeared just a few steps in. She looked around, confused, before she spotted her beloved group of friends and rushed towards them, tip-toeing trying to not make a lot of noise. An obsidian knife on her hand glowed slightly, but turned back to normal as the ghost dissapeared. The elf looked worried to say the least, and with a whisper she spoke to them.
"Where did y'all get into?! Why there are a lot of dead people and why the spirits sounded so scared?!"
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
G12 - LIBRARY
The wood-paneled library includes these features: Tall bookshelves are packed with tomes. Sliding wooden ladders mounted on rails allow easy access to higher shelves. In one corner stands an iron lectern with a closed, locked, leather-bound tome resting on it. Two padded chairs face a large fireplace. One has a wolf skin draped over it.
"Where did y'all get into?! Why there are a lot of dead people and why the spirits sounded so scared?!"
Catsha approaches you, purring loudly, and weaving herself and her tail around your lower legs.
Quite surprised to see a cat there, Feliara pondered to even touch it. Seeing how she acted so lovely towards her, she finally found out that she was Kasha and rapidly, but with care, grabbed her and hold Catsha on her arms.
"Glad to see you're safe, Kasha! I missed ya, you floured kid!"
Feliara turned her around and rubbed her belly, laughing softly. The fact that doing that if Kasha was human would be really strange kinda confused her for a while, but the cat was too soft to say no. She then turned to the other party members and smiled widely.
"I brought healing for all of you, does somebody need it?"
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Syl brings a deft, elongated finger to his lips, asking for silence. They were infiltrating. Had Feliara followed? Nevertheless, Sylivar painfully grunts and uses his staff as a walking stick to stumble after Naumick. Whether he was injured or not is difficult to tell in comparison to his usual method of swaying as he walks.
He kneels and gives Catsha a scritch around the ears. "No chasing mice. I doubt a place as snobbish as this has any, though - but I wouldn't want you getting killed for being curious, aye? You know how the saying goes,” he mutters, more to himself than as a warning to the adorable druid. Kasha would be fine. Syl would make sure of it.
Syl winces as some blood seeps through the ratty, filthy clothes he normally wears. His breath comes in slightly pained rattles. Some ribs were probably broken, but his face flashes in a grin only slightly pulled taught by pain. "I won't pretend to be at my best, Fel, but I'd use your healing for someone who needs it. I'll be fine - booze numbs the pain." He brings a canteen of liquor to his lips and continues after Naumick. (Syl's at 8/24. He isn't the best at hiding things.)
Most books didn't interest him, but the lectern with the locked tome sounded interesting. "Naumick, this looks like something you'd be good at, right?" Syl comments. Syl pauses a moment to peruse the bodies of the Zhentarim and their kills, searching for any reason that could explain why they were killed or what the plan for the slaughter was.
Afterwards, Syl will press his ear to the wall near Area G11, just like Naumick did. Perception: 8
Moving away from the front entrance, Bruvir circled back and around to the other side of the manor to where the others had snuck in earlier, waiting for them to return or for a sign of what was happening inside.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
"Glad to see you're safe, Kasha! I missed ya, you floured kid!"
Catsha allows you to pick her up, and does not resist. She flicks her tail, purring loudly.
He kneels and gives Catsha a scritch around the ears. "No chasing mice. I doubt a place as snobbish as this has any, though - but I wouldn't want you getting killed for being curious, aye? You know how the saying goes"
Catsha gives you a lazy look. She doesn't disagree.
G11 is quiet, and locked. The battle sounds at G13 continue.
Naumick moves to the locked tome, studying it a bit and glancing Syl another long look before nodding. "Let's see."
Picklock: 14
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
G11 clicks open. Inside, you see a room with the rolling features. A 10-foot-square canvas wrestling mat is sprawled on the floor in the middle of the room. Velvet armchairs, small statues of naked men on pedestals, and tall mahogany bookshelves are arranged neatly around the room. A mahogany desk in one corner doesn’t look like it sees much use. There is no one in this room.
Avys nods his head slightly at the guards "I'm sure your employer wouldn't like to hear that you both are being so terribly rude. It's quite awful for business... Take care now" Avys turns around and follows Bruvir towards the manor. "something seems off.. does it not?" he whispers as they continue walking.