Adam lets out a hearty laugh along with returning Warren's back slapping. "I'm just glad all of us passed!" he says cheerfully. "Congratulations on taking 1st place, Mirelda. You should be proud of your accomplishment! Bellona and Zaridil, as well. Congrats on your victory.", he says in praise to his fellow companions.
Adam turns to address Besloch and Muck"It is true, Warren and I placed last. However, sometimes it is good to be the one standing at the end... Especially at the aftermath of a bloody battle!" he says with a smirk at Blesoch and Muck and a friendly wink at Warren.
- Tarto -
When Warren finishes his brief report and Tarto to give next assignment, Adam asks, "Should we know what we are transporting or perhaps have paperwork for the crate? In case we are stopped by the guards."
Warren thinks for a moment, contemplating Adam's words, "That's true."
Warren looks a bit disappointed at this new task, but nevertheless he smiles and nods to Tarto. "You got it mate. We'll get that crate where it needs to be in a right jiffy...." He trails off as Adam asks his questions. "At least the paperwork part. I don't think it's our business to know what the fellow has in his box.....as long as it ain't illegal, which I doubt considering who is asking us to deliver it."
"You got that right," Beshlog says to Warren. "I really don't see a reason we should care too much what's in there. And if I'm reading the situation right, the point of the caps is to give us access to where we need to go, so the guards shouldn't be a problem."
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Tarto nods, "Its a package that the Old Wolf has been waiting for and yes, the caps will let you pass the checkpoint in the officers' level. It's a fairly heavy package so two of you should carry it, it'll be a couple flight of stairs anyway. But if there's no more questions, then I suggest you all retrieve it and deliver it."
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Muckpicks up his gold hat and plops it down on top of his blod and then will move to stand beside the packager and walk nest to those who are carrying it. Once leaving the office a small appendage will slither out the side of this body and caress the package quivering with excitement.
After the first set of stairs, "We sure we don't want to know what is inside? It could be a very simple thing to do for me to find out." He mentions as the appendage starts to probe at the opening of the box, not trying to get inside but just to get a feel of it.
When Muck goes to grab one of the gold hats, he will try and grab two and hope no one notices.
When Muck goes to grab one of the gold hats, he will try and grab two and hope no one notices.
Sleight of Hand: 14
(You are attempting to reach into Tarto's bag of holding, so if you try to pickpocket from there, it'll be a random item. If you wish to proceed, then please roll a d100.)
Muck reaches into the bag and pulls out not a cap, but a small pearl. Tarto does not notice as she answers any questions.
The trip there is quite quiet as it seems the academy is approaching twilight hours. The quartermaster had handed the package, a somewhat heavy crate, to you all and the guards on the officer's level let you pass with little hassle. They tell you the that the founder's room isn't locked and he should still be inside asleep. And as you approach the room, you can hear a loud snoring.
Mirelda quietly followed others, keeping close in case the crate proves to be too heavy or opens up or in case of any other emergency. So far her help was not needed, though, and she could curiously look around. "He is asleep, alright." The snoring was quite obvious. "Maybe most of us should wait outside to keep it quiter." She would keep the door open for carriers but let them enter first.
Muck absorbs his appendage back into his body as the crew continues their walk to the founders room. Hearing the snoring Muck's body ripples as a laugh escapes his body and he moves to the door and knocks on it rather loudly. Then he immediately steps back to stand behind Warren, more ripples running up and down his body as he quietly chuckles.
"Muck!" Warren exclaims in a harsh whisper. "We were told to be quiet!" He glares at the plasmoid, then looks back at the others. "Uh, were we supposed to take it in his room right? If Muck didn't wake him up, then someone could quietly, open the door for us."
As Muck knocks on the door, the door creaks opens. It seems it has been left ajar and inside you can see Mirt’s quarters are sumptuously decorated with velvet curtains, gold fittings, and oak panels. A cauldron-sized fishbowl stands along one wall, filled with squirming octopuses. On the opposite wall, a table bears a topographic map of the Sword Coast. Nearer the door, a walk-in wardrobe stands partly open, golden light spilling out from within.
Peering in, you see the Old Wolf himself, sprawled over a giant, leathery bed—and snoring loudly.
And as the door creaks open, you can see the man start to stir. He gives a glance towards the doorway and groans,
“Uuuurgh… by Ilmater’s buttocks, mah head is explodin’! If ye’ve come to drop off that thing, just put it on the rug there, open it as quietly as ye can, and let me die in peace.”
he says before dropping his head back into his bed.
Ducking his head in an apology Muck quietly whispers back to the group , "Wanted to make sure he heard us." A grin spreading across his face as he helps to open the box, though he is quite distracted as he looks around the room and his "eyes" focus on the glow coming from the wardrobe.
As you open the crate’s lid, a cacophony of high-pitched squeals emanates from within. Grotesque creatures scuttle into the light: ugly cat-sized monsters with hairy, spiderlike bodies and eel-like heads. Mirt yelps in shock, tumbles from his bed, and lands heavily on the floor, dragging his bedcovers with him.
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Adam lets out a hearty laugh along with returning Warren's back slapping. "I'm just glad all of us passed!" he says cheerfully. "Congratulations on taking 1st place, Mirelda. You should be proud of your accomplishment! Bellona and Zaridil, as well. Congrats on your victory.", he says in praise to his fellow companions.
Adam turns to address Besloch and Muck "It is true, Warren and I placed last. However, sometimes it is good to be the one standing at the end... Especially at the aftermath of a bloody battle!" he says with a smirk at Blesoch and Muck and a friendly wink at Warren.
- Tarto -
When Warren finishes his brief report and Tarto to give next assignment, Adam asks, "Should we know what we are transporting or perhaps have paperwork for the crate? In case we are stopped by the guards."
Warren thinks for a moment, contemplating Adam's words, "That's true."
Warren looks a bit disappointed at this new task, but nevertheless he smiles and nods to Tarto. "You got it mate. We'll get that crate where it needs to be in a right jiffy...." He trails off as Adam asks his questions. "At least the paperwork part. I don't think it's our business to know what the fellow has in his box.....as long as it ain't illegal, which I doubt considering who is asking us to deliver it."
"You got that right," Beshlog says to Warren. "I really don't see a reason we should care too much what's in there. And if I'm reading the situation right, the point of the caps is to give us access to where we need to go, so the guards shouldn't be a problem."
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Tarto nods, "Its a package that the Old Wolf has been waiting for and yes, the caps will let you pass the checkpoint in the officers' level. It's a fairly heavy package so two of you should carry it, it'll be a couple flight of stairs anyway. But if there's no more questions, then I suggest you all retrieve it and deliver it."
(If there's nothing else, then I'm going to advance to the delivery. If you guys would like to try and open, please post as so.)
Warren nods to Tarto and moves to help pick up the package. He has no intention of opening it.
Muckpicks up his gold hat and plops it down on top of his blod and then will move to stand beside the packager and walk nest to those who are carrying it. Once leaving the office a small appendage will slither out the side of this body and caress the package quivering with excitement.
After the first set of stairs, "We sure we don't want to know what is inside? It could be a very simple thing to do for me to find out." He mentions as the appendage starts to probe at the opening of the box, not trying to get inside but just to get a feel of it.
When Muck goes to grab one of the gold hats, he will try and grab two and hope no one notices.
Sleight of Hand: 9
Beshlog will help Warren to carry the box.
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(You are attempting to reach into Tarto's bag of holding, so if you try to pickpocket from there, it'll be a random item. If you wish to proceed, then please roll a d100.)
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Muck reaches into the bag and pulls out not a cap, but a small pearl. Tarto does not notice as she answers any questions.
The trip there is quite quiet as it seems the academy is approaching twilight hours. The quartermaster had handed the package, a somewhat heavy crate, to you all and the guards on the officer's level let you pass with little hassle. They tell you the that the founder's room isn't locked and he should still be inside asleep. And as you approach the room, you can hear a loud snoring.
Mirelda quietly followed others, keeping close in case the crate proves to be too heavy or opens up or in case of any other emergency. So far her help was not needed, though, and she could curiously look around. "He is asleep, alright." The snoring was quite obvious. "Maybe most of us should wait outside to keep it quiter." She would keep the door open for carriers but let them enter first.
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Adam will also help Warren and Beshlog with moving the heavy crate. He will try to instruct the others to pivot the crate while going up the stairs.
Muck absorbs his appendage back into his body as the crew continues their walk to the founders room. Hearing the snoring Muck's body ripples as a laugh escapes his body and he moves to the door and knocks on it rather loudly. Then he immediately steps back to stand behind Warren, more ripples running up and down his body as he quietly chuckles.
"Seriously?" Beshlog mutters as Muck pounds on the door. "If he keeps that up he might get us all keelhauled."
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"Muck!" Warren exclaims in a harsh whisper. "We were told to be quiet!" He glares at the plasmoid, then looks back at the others. "Uh, were we supposed to take it in his room right? If Muck didn't wake him up, then someone could quietly, open the door for us."
As Muck knocks on the door, the door creaks opens. It seems it has been left ajar and inside you can see Mirt’s quarters are sumptuously decorated with velvet curtains, gold fittings, and oak panels. A cauldron-sized fishbowl stands along one wall, filled with squirming octopuses. On the opposite wall, a table bears a topographic map of the Sword Coast. Nearer the door, a walk-in wardrobe stands partly open, golden light spilling out from within.
Peering in, you see the Old Wolf himself, sprawled over a giant, leathery bed—and snoring loudly.
And as the door creaks open, you can see the man start to stir. He gives a glance towards the doorway and groans,
“Uuuurgh… by Ilmater’s buttocks, mah head is explodin’! If ye’ve come to drop off that thing, just put it on the rug there, open it as quietly as ye can, and let me die in peace.”
he says before dropping his head back into his bed.
"Right, you heard the man," Beshlog says quietly to Warren and Adam. "Let's get it inside, open it, and then get out of here."
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Ducking his head in an apology Muck quietly whispers back to the group , "Wanted to make sure he heard us." A grin spreading across his face as he helps to open the box, though he is quite distracted as he looks around the room and his "eyes" focus on the glow coming from the wardrobe.
As you open the crate’s lid, a cacophony of high-pitched squeals emanates from within. Grotesque creatures scuttle into the light: ugly cat-sized monsters with hairy, spiderlike bodies and eel-like heads. Mirt yelps in shock, tumbles from his bed, and lands heavily on the floor, dragging his bedcovers with him.
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