Seeing the swaying and the listless balance of Marcus, Dusty wanders off in a direction in which he believes a kitchen or pantry may be, He primarily looks for any sources of water and also has a peek for whatever else might be around.
”Alas, we haven’t moved here. This is our home. Well, our father’s. The mayor of this town. The Baron’s attacks have… left it in this state. And our father… well, you’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
Dusty:
As you go for the door, you find it very much locked. When shaking the handle about does no good, you resort to a good hard knocking on the worn, splintered wood of the thick door. A female force replies from within.
”You can’t come in! Go away!”
Staggering forward, Marcus pulls another key from his belt.
”Oh, forgot to unlock it for ya. Right. Hey, sis, it’s me! I found some people that might be able to help us!”
He unlocks and opens the door, and standing inside is a young woman with auburn hair, holding a fancy-looking shotgun in her hands. She gives you a distrustful look, but her face softens when she sees Marcus.
The mansion’s interior is well furnished, but its features show signs of wear. Additionally, the boarded up windows and holy symbols strewn everywhere just add to the oddity. Looking around, you can see a man that might be the mayor, Marcus and Irene’s father. He is in a side room… lying in a simple wooden coffin surrounded by flowers and a faint odor of decay.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
As they walk k to the rundown building, Cormac moves to pull his rifle off his back. He keeps it close though as he hears about the attack, his mechanical hound reacting to his change in demeanor. "So how often is the baron attacking ya?"
Nonchalantly nodding to the shotgun that was directed to wards him Dusty muses "nice weapon" and fluidly makes way into the room without heeding the warning looks from Marcus' sister, Dusty finds somewhere to sit comfortably and await the group and the following explanation from Marcus himself, steepling his fingers and sitting forward with patient eagerness, never once letting the amused smile leave his face.
Marcus sits down in a couch, overcome either by a bout of melancholy, weariness, alcohol-driven sickness, or a combination of the three. Irene speaks instead.
”Three weeks. Every night for three weeks. Our father couldn’t take it, and he died three days ago. We thought he’d been shot, but his heart just gave out. We’ve been meanin’ to bury him properly, but… no one’s been willin’ to help out. No one wants to get near.”
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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At the implication that the siblings don't know the exact reason for their fathers passing, Dusty gets up from his chair and saunters over to the door to the side room where the corpse resides "With respect Marcus, Irene, May I?" Dusty gestures to the body and if agreeable tries to figure out what killed the man or if there is anything suspicious on his passing.
Cormac sets about seeing if he can do anything to reinforce the house to better be able to deal with the nightly attack. He keeps his rifle close at hand, his mechanical hound moving to stay by the door. "If anything is comin this way let me know and I'll send me hound to deal with em."
“Ghouls, beasts of the sands. They’ve laid siege to the house every night ‘till our father died, and they haven’t come back since. I think it’s just a matter of time, though.”
Kronk doesn’t need to roll to see that, while the house isn’t in an awful shape on the inside, there’s definitely a few holes bored into the wood here and there, from bullets that pierced the house’s walls, and there are claw marks on the carpet near a hastily re-boarded window.
Dusty, as you inspect the body, you determine that he looks pretty dead. Might not even be alive. If you’re really stretching things, you could even say that his heart beats no longer, due to the life having left his body. In conclusion, you have no clue what happened.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"We could stay here, wait for the night, ambush them. Just how many of them are there, exactly? Just a handful, or a few dozen?" He felt like they might be able to deal with a few enemies, but he was still unsure of the others' abilities. He won't risk his life in a fight for a crew he doesn't know yet if it seems the odds are stacked again him.
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"Ghouls, beasts, the baron himself..." Winchester mumbles to himself, trialing off. For a moment, his hands twitch towards his holster, then he recollects himself. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, a clearly excited expression on his face, he begins to walk around the rooms. "And how does the baron get in all the time, hm?" he adds to Hugeos questions while pacing around, inspecting the rooms for anything out of the ordinary, for example hidden ways in.
“I wouldn’t try and fight them. We’ve only held out this long because the Baron likes playin’ with his food. If someone actually fought back… this house wouldn’t be left standin’ come mornin’. As for how the Baron himself gets in… I don’t know. All I know is that… he’s been here. And once he’s done, he’s gone.”
She anxiously massages the side of her neck, wincing.
”I don’t… remember exactly what happened when I met him. I just remember him. Magic, I assume.”
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
During his inspection of the corpse dusty takes a few petals from any rose he can see in the flower dressing around it and pockets them, at Irene's words Dusty becomes impatient, "We need your help but don't fight the baron?, what is it you actually want us to do? if we can't fight him off then we can't stay here, and neither should you, your brother hasn't exactly been forthcoming with information either and I've no doubt that this has been a harrowing experience for you, but what good do you think we would be able to do?" he approaches Irene now, slightly calmer and lowers himself to her level trying not to act threatening,
whilst gesturing to the others in the room "Don't underestimate what a group rowdy and skilled individuals can manage with the right motivation, but we need to know what you want from us"
Cormac continues to wander about, not seeming to think it strange as he moves towards the wall and begins to walk up and to the ceiling, looking about as he readies his rifle and moves about to find a good spot to shoot from.
The dragonborn's piercing gaze narrowed towards Irene. His tail swished back and forth over the wooden floors below. Something in Irene's story didn't add up, and Isoldus didn't survive as long as he has by being careless. HIs posture still remains polite, voice manicured to be devoid of emotion or any wavering. "It seems the Baron has an exterior motive with meeting you. Perhaps entertainment. What is it specifically you request? I have pledged to aid you to defy the Baron, and I will not default on my word. What, specifically, do you request we accomplish?"
“I want to get out. I need to go somewhere safe, somewhere free of the Baron’s clutches. Anth’Aur, perhaps, the town is better defended, and the mayor is no fan of the Baron’s. But first…”
She gestures to the Mayor’s body.
”I don’t want to leave before my father’s body is properly taken care of. No one wants to help us, and we don’t want to go out alone. I promise, once I’m safe, you’ll be rewarded. My father wasn’t especially rich, but he ain’t poor either. Marcus can give you your reward, he’s the inheritor of it all.”
From the back, Marcus groans.
”Don’t remind me…”
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"So we're not killing any barons today? Just burying someone? Whatever." He peels himself off the wall he was leaning on. "How do you wish to bury him? Burn him to ashes then spray them all over? Throw him down to the sands? Dig into the hard Wastebone?" He's disappointed that this is all they're here for, but the promise of payment gets his attention. It's not like he had a better thing to do now, so at least he'll get something out of it. "Let's do this quickly. Maybe we can finish before any barons and undead armies arrive."
“There’s a priest in town. The gods might be weak, but we’ve gotta at least hope that they’re out there. He can perform the proper rights, and we can bury him at the proper place, when we depart. If you’re all ready, I can lead you to the church, though I’m gonna need two of you to carry the coffin. My father was no small man.”
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Alright them I think it would be fer the best if we wait until the day. The Baron will probably be less likely to be about. I am not against moving the coffin but it would probably be easier for one of you big folk to help with that since you are closer in height." Cormac says as he moves to step down from the ceiling, his rifle still resting on his shoulder. If they were about to be attacked, he was going to be ready for a fight.
Dusty ponders, now resuming his seat and steepling his fingers in thought, he cranes his neck upward uncomfortably to address Cormac's elevated position "if we wait til morning and what these guys say is true, then no doubt we'll spend the night fighting off undeath and be exhausted tomorrow" He gestures vaguely in the direction of Irene and Marcus and their drab appearance as if that proves anything,
"true enough that the longer we wait to decide the more likely that is to happen anyway, what if we went to see this priest now and got them to prepare for our bringing the dead guy then at least we can expedite that part and rest tomorrow day?"
Seeing the swaying and the listless balance of Marcus, Dusty wanders off in a direction in which he believes a kitchen or pantry may be, He primarily looks for any sources of water and also has a peek for whatever else might be around.
Perception; 17
or
Investigation; 11
(not sure which you'd like for this instance)
Hugeo:
Marcus shakes his head slowly.
”Alas, we haven’t moved here. This is our home. Well, our father’s. The mayor of this town. The Baron’s attacks have… left it in this state. And our father… well, you’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
Dusty:
As you go for the door, you find it very much locked. When shaking the handle about does no good, you resort to a good hard knocking on the worn, splintered wood of the thick door. A female force replies from within.
”You can’t come in! Go away!”
Staggering forward, Marcus pulls another key from his belt.
”Oh, forgot to unlock it for ya. Right. Hey, sis, it’s me! I found some people that might be able to help us!”
He unlocks and opens the door, and standing inside is a young woman with auburn hair, holding a fancy-looking shotgun in her hands. She gives you a distrustful look, but her face softens when she sees Marcus.
The mansion’s interior is well furnished, but its features show signs of wear. Additionally, the boarded up windows and holy symbols strewn everywhere just add to the oddity. Looking around, you can see a man that might be the mayor, Marcus and Irene’s father. He is in a side room… lying in a simple wooden coffin surrounded by flowers and a faint odor of decay.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
As they walk k to the rundown building, Cormac moves to pull his rifle off his back. He keeps it close though as he hears about the attack, his mechanical hound reacting to his change in demeanor. "So how often is the baron attacking ya?"
Nonchalantly nodding to the shotgun that was directed to wards him Dusty muses "nice weapon" and fluidly makes way into the room without heeding the warning looks from Marcus' sister, Dusty finds somewhere to sit comfortably and await the group and the following explanation from Marcus himself, steepling his fingers and sitting forward with patient eagerness, never once letting the amused smile leave his face.
Marcus sits down in a couch, overcome either by a bout of melancholy, weariness, alcohol-driven sickness, or a combination of the three. Irene speaks instead.
”Three weeks. Every night for three weeks. Our father couldn’t take it, and he died three days ago. We thought he’d been shot, but his heart just gave out. We’ve been meanin’ to bury him properly, but… no one’s been willin’ to help out. No one wants to get near.”
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“What night every happens?” Kronk rumbles. “Things come, do what?”
He looks around to see if there is any sort of indications of damage one would expect from a fight of some sort.
Perception. 7
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
At the implication that the siblings don't know the exact reason for their fathers passing, Dusty gets up from his chair and saunters over to the door to the side room where the corpse resides "With respect Marcus, Irene, May I?" Dusty gestures to the body and if agreeable tries to figure out what killed the man or if there is anything suspicious on his passing.
Investigation; 6
Medicine; 15
( whichever is more applicable)
Cormac sets about seeing if he can do anything to reinforce the house to better be able to deal with the nightly attack. He keeps his rifle close at hand, his mechanical hound moving to stay by the door. "If anything is comin this way let me know and I'll send me hound to deal with em."
“Ghouls, beasts of the sands. They’ve laid siege to the house every night ‘till our father died, and they haven’t come back since. I think it’s just a matter of time, though.”
Kronk doesn’t need to roll to see that, while the house isn’t in an awful shape on the inside, there’s definitely a few holes bored into the wood here and there, from bullets that pierced the house’s walls, and there are claw marks on the carpet near a hastily re-boarded window.
Dusty, as you inspect the body, you determine that he looks pretty dead. Might not even be alive. If you’re really stretching things, you could even say that his heart beats no longer, due to the life having left his body. In conclusion, you have no clue what happened.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"We could stay here, wait for the night, ambush them. Just how many of them are there, exactly? Just a handful, or a few dozen?" He felt like they might be able to deal with a few enemies, but he was still unsure of the others' abilities. He won't risk his life in a fight for a crew he doesn't know yet if it seems the odds are stacked again him.
Varielky
"Ghouls, beasts, the baron himself..." Winchester mumbles to himself, trialing off. For a moment, his hands twitch towards his holster, then he recollects himself. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, a clearly excited expression on his face, he begins to walk around the rooms. "And how does the baron get in all the time, hm?" he adds to Hugeos questions while pacing around, inspecting the rooms for anything out of the ordinary, for example hidden ways in.
Investigation: 13
“I wouldn’t try and fight them. We’ve only held out this long because the Baron likes playin’ with his food. If someone actually fought back… this house wouldn’t be left standin’ come mornin’. As for how the Baron himself gets in… I don’t know. All I know is that… he’s been here. And once he’s done, he’s gone.”
She anxiously massages the side of her neck, wincing.
”I don’t… remember exactly what happened when I met him. I just remember him. Magic, I assume.”
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
During his inspection of the corpse dusty takes a few petals from any rose he can see in the flower dressing around it and pockets them, at Irene's words Dusty becomes impatient, "We need your help but don't fight the baron?, what is it you actually want us to do? if we can't fight him off then we can't stay here, and neither should you, your brother hasn't exactly been forthcoming with information either and I've no doubt that this has been a harrowing experience for you, but what good do you think we would be able to do?" he approaches Irene now, slightly calmer and lowers himself to her level trying not to act threatening,
whilst gesturing to the others in the room "Don't underestimate what a group rowdy and skilled individuals can manage with the right motivation, but we need to know what you want from us"
Cormac continues to wander about, not seeming to think it strange as he moves towards the wall and begins to walk up and to the ceiling, looking about as he readies his rifle and moves about to find a good spot to shoot from.
The dragonborn's piercing gaze narrowed towards Irene. His tail swished back and forth over the wooden floors below. Something in Irene's story didn't add up, and Isoldus didn't survive as long as he has by being careless. HIs posture still remains polite, voice manicured to be devoid of emotion or any wavering. "It seems the Baron has an exterior motive with meeting you. Perhaps entertainment. What is it specifically you request? I have pledged to aid you to defy the Baron, and I will not default on my word. What, specifically, do you request we accomplish?"
“I want to get out. I need to go somewhere safe, somewhere free of the Baron’s clutches. Anth’Aur, perhaps, the town is better defended, and the mayor is no fan of the Baron’s. But first…”
She gestures to the Mayor’s body.
”I don’t want to leave before my father’s body is properly taken care of. No one wants to help us, and we don’t want to go out alone. I promise, once I’m safe, you’ll be rewarded. My father wasn’t especially rich, but he ain’t poor either. Marcus can give you your reward, he’s the inheritor of it all.”
From the back, Marcus groans.
”Don’t remind me…”
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"So we're not killing any barons today? Just burying someone? Whatever." He peels himself off the wall he was leaning on. "How do you wish to bury him? Burn him to ashes then spray them all over? Throw him down to the sands? Dig into the hard Wastebone?" He's disappointed that this is all they're here for, but the promise of payment gets his attention. It's not like he had a better thing to do now, so at least he'll get something out of it. "Let's do this quickly. Maybe we can finish before any barons and undead armies arrive."
Varielky
“There’s a priest in town. The gods might be weak, but we’ve gotta at least hope that they’re out there. He can perform the proper rights, and we can bury him at the proper place, when we depart. If you’re all ready, I can lead you to the church, though I’m gonna need two of you to carry the coffin. My father was no small man.”
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Alright them I think it would be fer the best if we wait until the day. The Baron will probably be less likely to be about. I am not against moving the coffin but it would probably be easier for one of you big folk to help with that since you are closer in height." Cormac says as he moves to step down from the ceiling, his rifle still resting on his shoulder. If they were about to be attacked, he was going to be ready for a fight.
Dusty ponders, now resuming his seat and steepling his fingers in thought, he cranes his neck upward uncomfortably to address Cormac's elevated position "if we wait til morning and what these guys say is true, then no doubt we'll spend the night fighting off undeath and be exhausted tomorrow" He gestures vaguely in the direction of Irene and Marcus and their drab appearance as if that proves anything,
"true enough that the longer we wait to decide the more likely that is to happen anyway, what if we went to see this priest now and got them to prepare for our bringing the dead guy then at least we can expedite that part and rest tomorrow day?"