Fro readies her 2 hand axes, steps back and kicks at the door handle (Athletics: Nat 1 =4)if she falls down, she will grumble about the ice on the porch, stand up and try again. (Athletics:15). If the door flies open, Fro will enter the room stepping to the side to allow everyone in behind her.
The door shivers at Fro’s first kick but remains closed. You hear a shout of anger inside. The door is no match for the towering Goliath’s second kick, and the doorframe splinters as the door cracks and swings inward. A blast of smoke and heat pours out as Fro ducks in and sidesteps - just in time, as there’s a heavy click-twang sound and she feels more than sees the passing of a fast heavy object.
The others observe as a heavy crossbow bolt flies out the open doorway, tears out Brytness’s throat without slowing down, and buries itself into a tree at the edge of a clearing with a loud k-thunk. Blood sprays everywhere and Brytness drops to the ground, eyes wide but unblinking.
Fro, you observe a cramped cabin, blazing fire in the hearth, next to you a brazier also heaped with coals and flames, lots of smoke, a small table with a tea set on it, a bookshelf, few other things you barely notice at first. There’s a dwarf huddled in a bed, half buried under blankets. She’s fiddling with a very large crossbow, trying to retract the firing mechanism but struggling mightily, as if her energy is sapped. She looks unwell. Large blue veins crisscross her visible skin, even up her neck into her face, and she’s shivering.
Under the bed there are two dogs snarling and baring their teeth at you. On second thought, they might be wolves.
If you proceed in a combative way then please roll initiative as you do so.
Faloniir will spare a quick glance at Bryntess, if only to confirm what he already suspects. Her lifeless eyes and the rapidly growing pool of blood leave no doubts in his mind about her chances at survival. Having been the intended target of more than a few crossbows, Faloniir knows he has a few seconds to react before they would be able to fire again. He draws his shortswords and follows Fro into the fray.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The dwarf snarls and grumbles as she struggles with the crossbow. It’s not clear if she’s even capable of getting it reloaded. She appears weak and out of breath from the exertion. “Who do you… think you are, kicking.. down doors… of dwarves who… just want… to die in peace… in their bed??”
The large dogs continue their growling but do not spring out from under the bed.
Tulgi cannot get the crossbow reloaded, and she hurls it at you in frustration. She’s weak and moves strangely slowly though, so it only clatters on the floor, its trajectory barely clearing the bed.
“Confounded thing! Bah, my pups… are as good as dead… with me gone… anyway. Why can’t you just… leave us be?”
Faloniir will stand aside Fro with his weapons drawn, "You're right, they are as good as dead now that you've murdered an innocent woman. You'll be taken away and they'll be left without a mother to care for them. We can kill them here and now to spare them the long, agonizing death of starvation... Or you can cooperate with us, and I will see to it that they are well cared for in your absence." Faloniir will turn to face the snarling dogs and raise his shortswords, "My preference is that no more blood is shed here today, but if you do not call them off, I will protect myself and my allies. Decide now or I will decide for you."
Tulgi glares at you but there’s a spark of fear in her eyes and she snaps out (as best she can),
“Fergus, Ferrous — Heel!”
The wolves obediently lay lower and make a few whining noises and cease baring their teeth. They lower their heads into their front paws and watch you intently. They would look calm but they’re panting, probably due to the ungodly heat in the cabin.
Tulgi gives a few almighty shivers as if she weren’t covered in blankets in a cabin-turned-sauna and grumbles,
“You lot are more… persistent than Elro… How can I get… you to leave me… alone?”
"Tell us what we want to know. We will leave you here to die. You killed our companion, so I care less about you living or dieing. But you agree to a answer all of our questions, we will care for your animals and leave you here to die in peace." Fro leans down to pet the wolves. "Or if you prefer, I will end your suffering for you."
As Fro kicks open the door a crossbow bolt whizzes out, and drops Bryntess instantly. Immediately on high alert, Banyan brings his bow up.
"Do you want your wolves to die? You and them cannot beat us. Drop the crossbow and calm the dogs now."
As Fro calls out to the occupant, Banyan can tell that while there may be a threat, Fro doesn’t consider it too serious anymore. Cautiously Banyan rises from his hiding place and approaches the cabin. “Is everything ok?”
Tulgi shows no remorse at your comments of killing someone. Honestly she appears to be miserable and resigned to death. Only talk of helping or hurting her wolves seems to have swayed her into cooperation.
She hears Banyan calling out and approaching in the snow and grumbles, "There are even... more of you? No matter. I will cooperate... What is it you... want to know?"
Tulgi sighs and starts talking in her halting speech.
“This may be my last chance to tell my story, so I guess it’s you who’s stuck hearing it. I came to this gods-forsaken town a few years back with my sister, Hulil. We work for the Uttolot family. We were sent to keep an eye on treasures coming back from Eisencross, with instructions to steal anything that seemed valuable.
“When Urgon Wenth returned about 2 months ago, we waited for him to sell his findings to Pelc’s curiosities, then we stole them all. I was the one who ran the operation, with some of her goons. All the stuff got sent to Hulil’s hideout, though. It was nothing personal, I don’t know Urgon actually. But I saw how he got sick and died, the whole town knew about it, and now I’ve come down with the same thing. Got my first symptoms about a week after Urgon, I’d say. I figure that means I’ve got a week left to live. It happened after I handled the things he had obtained, so I figure one of those things musta done it to me. To us. I did search Urgon’s cabin last night, now that he’s dead, wondering if I could find some clue to help myself. But I didn’t find anything. That excursion sapped the last of my strength, and now I can barely move. I feel like I’m slowly but surely turning to ice…”
At this point I would welcome each PC who is watching and listening intently to make either an insight or a perception check, your choice.
Faloniir will wait until Tulgi is finished and ask, "Do you know Raegrin Mau?" He doesn't have any reason to believe she would, but if she's involved in some theft ring there's a chance she may. If she says yes, he will follow that up with, "Do you know where I can find him?"
Insight: 13
History: 15
Rolling history to see if Faloniir has heard of the Utolotts.
”The items that you took, where are they now?” Banyan looks around the room curiously, being careful not to touch anything that looks out of the ordinary.
Banyan makes a small indication that he is ready before assuming his position, bow at the ready.
(OOC: Letterman know how long to wait on Brytniss before going in)
(OOC: Judging by the message they sent in the group chat, I believe they quit the party and are no longer with us)
Fro readies her 2 hand axes, steps back and kicks at the door handle (Athletics: Nat 1 =4) if she falls down, she will grumble about the ice on the porch, stand up and try again. (Athletics:15). If the door flies open, Fro will enter the room stepping to the side to allow everyone in behind her.
The door shivers at Fro’s first kick but remains closed. You hear a shout of anger inside. The door is no match for the towering Goliath’s second kick, and the doorframe splinters as the door cracks and swings inward. A blast of smoke and heat pours out as Fro ducks in and sidesteps - just in time, as there’s a heavy click-twang sound and she feels more than sees the passing of a fast heavy object.
The others observe as a heavy crossbow bolt flies out the open doorway, tears out Brytness’s throat without slowing down, and buries itself into a tree at the edge of a clearing with a loud k-thunk. Blood sprays everywhere and Brytness drops to the ground, eyes wide but unblinking.
Fro, you observe a cramped cabin, blazing fire in the hearth, next to you a brazier also heaped with coals and flames, lots of smoke, a small table with a tea set on it, a bookshelf, few other things you barely notice at first. There’s a dwarf huddled in a bed, half buried under blankets. She’s fiddling with a very large crossbow, trying to retract the firing mechanism but struggling mightily, as if her energy is sapped. She looks unwell. Large blue veins crisscross her visible skin, even up her neck into her face, and she’s shivering.
Under the bed there are two dogs snarling and baring their teeth at you. On second thought, they might be wolves.
If you proceed in a combative way then please roll initiative as you do so.
Faloniir will spare a quick glance at Bryntess, if only to confirm what he already suspects. Her lifeless eyes and the rapidly growing pool of blood leave no doubts in his mind about her chances at survival. Having been the intended target of more than a few crossbows, Faloniir knows he has a few seconds to react before they would be able to fire again. He draws his shortswords and follows Fro into the fray.
Initiative: 18
The dwarf snarls and grumbles as she struggles with the crossbow. It’s not clear if she’s even capable of getting it reloaded. She appears weak and out of breath from the exertion. “Who do you… think you are, kicking.. down doors… of dwarves who… just want… to die in peace… in their bed??”
The large dogs continue their growling but do not spring out from under the bed.
Initiatives
Fro ?
Banyan ?
18 Faloniir
5 Gilwynn
9 pair of good bois under the bed
1 Tulgi
Fro Initiative:4
"Do you want your wolves to die? You and them cannot beat us. Drop the crossbow and calm the dogs now."
Intimidation: 8
Tulgi cannot get the crossbow reloaded, and she hurls it at you in frustration. She’s weak and moves strangely slowly though, so it only clatters on the floor, its trajectory barely clearing the bed.
“Confounded thing! Bah, my pups… are as good as dead… with me gone… anyway. Why can’t you just… leave us be?”
Faloniir will stand aside Fro with his weapons drawn, "You're right, they are as good as dead now that you've murdered an innocent woman. You'll be taken away and they'll be left without a mother to care for them. We can kill them here and now to spare them the long, agonizing death of starvation... Or you can cooperate with us, and I will see to it that they are well cared for in your absence." Faloniir will turn to face the snarling dogs and raise his shortswords, "My preference is that no more blood is shed here today, but if you do not call them off, I will protect myself and my allies. Decide now or I will decide for you."
Persuasion: 22
Tulgi glares at you but there’s a spark of fear in her eyes and she snaps out (as best she can),
“Fergus, Ferrous — Heel!”
The wolves obediently lay lower and make a few whining noises and cease baring their teeth. They lower their heads into their front paws and watch you intently. They would look calm but they’re panting, probably due to the ungodly heat in the cabin.
Tulgi gives a few almighty shivers as if she weren’t covered in blankets in a cabin-turned-sauna and grumbles,
“You lot are more… persistent than Elro… How can I get… you to leave me… alone?”
"Tell us what we want to know. We will leave you here to die. You killed our companion, so I care less about you living or dieing. But you agree to a answer all of our questions, we will care for your animals and leave you here to die in peace." Fro leans down to pet the wolves. "Or if you prefer, I will end your suffering for you."
As Fro kicks open the door a crossbow bolt whizzes out, and drops Bryntess instantly. Immediately on high alert, Banyan brings his bow up.
As Fro calls out to the occupant, Banyan can tell that while there may be a threat, Fro doesn’t consider it too serious anymore. Cautiously Banyan rises from his hiding place and approaches the cabin. “Is everything ok?”
Tulgi shows no remorse at your comments of killing someone. Honestly she appears to be miserable and resigned to death. Only talk of helping or hurting her wolves seems to have swayed her into cooperation.
She hears Banyan calling out and approaching in the snow and grumbles, "There are even... more of you? No matter. I will cooperate... What is it you... want to know?"
When Banyon enters, Fro explains what happened, at that they were going to question the dwarf.
"First, do you know Urgon?"
Fro holds up each finger as she pets the dogs(wolves)
"Second, why were you searching his cabin?"
"Third, how long have you been sick, and how fast did it mature?.
"Fourth, do you recall being around any new artifacts from Eisencross prior to getting sick"
Fro looks at her companions. " Do you guys have any questions I may have missed?"
Fro please make an animal handling check
Tulgi sighs and starts talking in her halting speech.
“This may be my last chance to tell my story, so I guess it’s you who’s stuck hearing it. I came to this gods-forsaken town a few years back with my sister, Hulil. We work for the Uttolot family. We were sent to keep an eye on treasures coming back from Eisencross, with instructions to steal anything that seemed valuable.
“When Urgon Wenth returned about 2 months ago, we waited for him to sell his findings to Pelc’s curiosities, then we stole them all. I was the one who ran the operation, with some of her goons. All the stuff got sent to Hulil’s hideout, though. It was nothing personal, I don’t know Urgon actually. But I saw how he got sick and died, the whole town knew about it, and now I’ve come down with the same thing. Got my first symptoms about a week after Urgon, I’d say. I figure that means I’ve got a week left to live. It happened after I handled the things he had obtained, so I figure one of those things musta done it to me. To us. I did search Urgon’s cabin last night, now that he’s dead, wondering if I could find some clue to help myself. But I didn’t find anything. That excursion sapped the last of my strength, and now I can barely move. I feel like I’m slowly but surely turning to ice…”
At this point I would welcome each PC who is watching and listening intently to make either an insight or a perception check, your choice.
Faloniir will wait until Tulgi is finished and ask, "Do you know Raegrin Mau?" He doesn't have any reason to believe she would, but if she's involved in some theft ring there's a chance she may. If she says yes, he will follow that up with, "Do you know where I can find him?"
Insight: 13
History: 15
Rolling history to see if Faloniir has heard of the Utolotts.
Insight: 11
”The items that you took, where are they now?” Banyan looks around the room curiously, being careful not to touch anything that looks out of the ordinary.