Necyra turns up her nose at the sight of the two supply closets, definitely giving off the vibe that she's not one to pick up a mop in any circumstance. That's the job of the understudy, after all. She's years beyond that type of manual labor, much preferring to boss underlings around these days.
She can easily see down the hallways, thanks to her darkvision, but prefers to flutter hover about 6" off the floor as she strolls down the hall, not exactly trusting the floor to walking, given how dirty it is here. She has new Owlberry boots on that are just gorgeous and fashion forward, after all, and doesn't want to scuff them up.
Seeing how much of a single-minded pursuit Siszhu is making through the hallway, Necyra will flutter up behind him and touch him on the shoulder, causing a temporary warming glow to course through Siszhu's body (Necyra just cast Guidance on him).
"Slow down there, big boy! Wouldn't want to alert the natives unnecessarily!"
Neph whispers from the back, “Hey uh, you guys are making more noise than an elephant trampling through the woods. Do you want The Cat to go up front and take a peek around before you alert everybody in the joint?” He takes a long puff on the the rolled joint, finishing it off.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
After opening the first pair of doors and finding nothing, Siszhu opens the next two a bit Mor recklessly, first the northern and then the southern. If he finds nothing more interesting than mops or peppers he’ll turn back to the others.
“We want to take the turn or go straight?” Siszhu asks everyone but looks to Myles first as he’s usually the one with opinions…
As Siszhu wrenches open the 2nd north door, he finds yet another storage closet much like the other two.
But as he reaches for the south door and opens it, he finds himself face to face with an overly exhausted woman. Her hair has what looks like flour in it, all up in a messy bun, face distorted with exhaustion and anger, and the fairly large woman wears an apron as she takes in all of you. "So the lot of you have been making all that racket!! I need sleep, you all best be quiet if you know what's good for ya! Do not wake me again!!" and she slams the door closed in Siszhu's face, disappearing back into what appeared to be the same sized closet as the rest.
“See what I mean, Siszhu hon? It would seem that employees of Mr Happy aren’t very…happy. Perhaps we could sift that baker lady for all she knows? Think your fists could do a lil’ convincing? You know what they said, no whisk, no reward!” she purrs to Siszhu.
Meanwhile the investigator investigates the third closet, just to be thorough. "Please proceed as you see fit Siszhu." He says with a polite smile to the massive Yuan-Ti.
The puns are lost on Siszhu, the instructions were not. Siszhu tries to open the door once more with the intention of stepping in front of it (if it opens out, or into it if in) and grabbing the woman and dragging her out into the hallway…
“Drop them and talk or you’ll be lunch!” Siszhu growls directly into her ear and holding her tight. Siszhu holds an unarmed strike, unleashing it if she tries to break free or tries to strike one of his teammates…
Neph’s eyebrows go up in response to the rolling pin and cleaver, but considering the size and ferocity of Siszhu, he feels that he’s more than capable of handling it. He uses his mage hand to try and tie the cook’s shoelaces together so that she might trip and fall. “Don’t get excited now, put that cleaver down, baby.”
Spell save DC 14, or sleight of hand check : 28
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Siszhu grapples the woman and Nephvir succeeds in tying her shoelaces together, but instead of using her weapons, she stows the rolling pin and grabs a handful of flour from her pack.
Tossing it over her head, the flour flies out in a 15' radius. Need a DC 13 DEX save or be blinded for the next 3 rounds. "I need sleep!!" she shouts.
Swiftly dodging most of the incoming flour but still mildly annoyed over having his three-piece suit ruined again, Myles calmly addresses the tired and quite eccentric baker woman. "You will have your sleep as soon as you tell us about where we can find Happy Jack and the children, and please save your flour for your pastries."
Necyra is a little distracted by Siszhu’s rippling muscles, apparently, and doesn’t notice the flour being thrown up as a cloud in the air. The flour coats her, and stands out in contrast against the backdrop of her inky black skin.
”Blast you, damned woman!” she shrieks. “This better come off my new Salvatore Ferragolem cloak or you’re in deep doo-doo!”
Necyra spends her round casting Mold Earth on herself, commanding all of the flour coating herself and all the others to collect into a ball floating in the air in front of her, which she’ll then command to fly right back in the face of the baker woman.
The large woman glares at Myles, "How the hell would I know where they are?" She switches her glare from Myles to Siszhu, "Tell this one to let me go so I can go back to sleep!"
“Enough of this man… she’s holding us up.” Nephvir squeezes in beside To’Kurr and pulls out his two short swords, aiming to spear the voluminous buttocks of the baker and end this charade. The baker is grappled so that helps a little with his aim, but he is squeezing into a tight space, so his first cut goes awry. The second swing into the right buttock connects and he places the blade such that this hurries up the end of this culinary combat, saying “You’re harshing my bake, baby.”
Short sword 1 : Nat 1 (10 to hit) - miss
Short sword 2 : 17 to hit, for 10 points of piercing damage and 15 points of sneak attack damage on the buttock.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Necyra turns up her nose at the sight of the two supply closets, definitely giving off the vibe that she's not one to pick up a mop in any circumstance. That's the job of the understudy, after all. She's years beyond that type of manual labor, much preferring to boss underlings around these days.
She can easily see down the hallways, thanks to her darkvision, but prefers to flutter hover about 6" off the floor as she strolls down the hall, not exactly trusting the floor to walking, given how dirty it is here. She has new Owlberry boots on that are just gorgeous and fashion forward, after all, and doesn't want to scuff them up.
Seeing how much of a single-minded pursuit Siszhu is making through the hallway, Necyra will flutter up behind him and touch him on the shoulder, causing a temporary warming glow to course through Siszhu's body (Necyra just cast Guidance on him).
"Slow down there, big boy! Wouldn't want to alert the natives unnecessarily!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Neph whispers from the back, “Hey uh, you guys are making more noise than an elephant trampling through the woods. Do you want The Cat to go up front and take a peek around before you alert everybody in the joint?” He takes a long puff on the the rolled joint, finishing it off.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"We being sneaky? Thought we wanted to find this Happy Jack," Siszhu says, sparing a smile to Necrya for the guidance as he does.
"Isn't them finding us as good as us finding them?" Siszhu does like a straight up fight after all.
After opening the first pair of doors and finding nothing, Siszhu opens the next two a bit Mor recklessly, first the northern and then the southern. If he finds nothing more interesting than mops or peppers he’ll turn back to the others.
“We want to take the turn or go straight?” Siszhu asks everyone but looks to Myles first as he’s usually the one with opinions…
As Siszhu wrenches open the 2nd north door, he finds yet another storage closet much like the other two.
But as he reaches for the south door and opens it, he finds himself face to face with an overly exhausted woman. Her hair has what looks like flour in it, all up in a messy bun, face distorted with exhaustion and anger, and the fairly large woman wears an apron as she takes in all of you. "So the lot of you have been making all that racket!! I need sleep, you all best be quiet if you know what's good for ya! Do not wake me again!!" and she slams the door closed in Siszhu's face, disappearing back into what appeared to be the same sized closet as the rest.
“See what I mean, Siszhu hon? It would seem that employees of Mr Happy aren’t very…happy. Perhaps we could sift that baker lady for all she knows? Think your fists could do a lil’ convincing? You know what they said, no whisk, no reward!” she purrs to Siszhu.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Meanwhile the investigator investigates the third closet, just to be thorough. "Please proceed as you see fit Siszhu." He says with a polite smile to the massive Yuan-Ti.
Investigation: 15
The puns are lost on Siszhu, the instructions were not. Siszhu tries to open the door once more with the intention of stepping in front of it (if it opens out, or into it if in) and grabbing the woman and dragging her out into the hallway…
Athletics check for grapple: 22
Dragging the struggling baker out into the hallway, she glares at all of you and pulls out her rolling pin and cleaver...
“Drop them and talk or you’ll be lunch!” Siszhu growls directly into her ear and holding her tight. Siszhu holds an unarmed strike, unleashing it if she tries to break free or tries to strike one of his teammates…
Held Action - Unarmed Strike: 24 to hit, 8 damage
Intimidation? 16
Neph’s eyebrows go up in response to the rolling pin and cleaver, but considering the size and ferocity of Siszhu, he feels that he’s more than capable of handling it. He uses his mage hand to try and tie the cook’s shoelaces together so that she might trip and fall. “Don’t get excited now, put that cleaver down, baby.”
Spell save DC 14, or sleight of hand check : 28
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Siszhu grapples the woman and Nephvir succeeds in tying her shoelaces together, but instead of using her weapons, she stows the rolling pin and grabs a handful of flour from her pack.
Tossing it over her head, the flour flies out in a 15' radius. Need a DC 13 DEX save or be blinded for the next 3 rounds. "I need sleep!!" she shouts.
Swiftly dodging most of the incoming flour but still mildly annoyed over having his three-piece suit ruined again, Myles calmly addresses the tired and quite eccentric baker woman. "You will have your sleep as soon as you tell us about where we can find Happy Jack and the children, and please save your flour for your pastries."
Dex save: 16
Persuasion: 19
Necyra is a little distracted by Siszhu’s rippling muscles, apparently, and doesn’t notice the flour being thrown up as a cloud in the air. The flour coats her, and stands out in contrast against the backdrop of her inky black skin.
”Blast you, damned woman!” she shrieks. “This better come off my new Salvatore Ferragolem cloak or you’re in deep doo-doo!”
Necyra spends her round casting Mold Earth on herself, commanding all of the flour coating herself and all the others to collect into a ball floating in the air in front of her, which she’ll then command to fly right back in the face of the baker woman.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The large woman glares at Myles, "How the hell would I know where they are?" She switches her glare from Myles to Siszhu, "Tell this one to let me go so I can go back to sleep!"
To’Kurr shakes his dreadlocked hair in the floury cloud, smiling at the effect of the while on his salt and pepper hair.
But he turns away from the angry rolling pin woman and keeps an eye out for anyone coming down the other passages to check out the noise.
Retcon: Necrya is unable to see, so disengages as much as she can and loses her next three rounds attempting to wipe the flour from her eyes.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
“You’re in his place. You know him,” Siszhu growls out as he Shoves her to try and knock her prone. She can contest with STR or Dex to beat a 17.
“You must know where he is, what he does,” Siszhu adds as he attempts to punch her in the face in order to encourage her to talk.
unarmed Fighting: 18 to hit, 10 damage. 28 to hit if she was knocked prone and he has advantage.
“Truth and the pain stops,” Siszhu encourages and throws in an unarmed strike Bonus Action for hood measure!
Unarmed Strike: 14 to hit, 8 damage. Or 18 to hit if prone…
She is still grappled…
“Enough of this man… she’s holding us up.” Nephvir squeezes in beside To’Kurr and pulls out his two short swords, aiming to spear the voluminous buttocks of the baker and end this charade. The baker is grappled so that helps a little with his aim, but he is squeezing into a tight space, so his first cut goes awry. The second swing into the right buttock connects and he places the blade such that this hurries up the end of this culinary combat, saying “You’re harshing my bake, baby.”
Short sword 1 : Nat 1 (10 to hit) - miss
Short sword 2 : 17 to hit, for 10 points of piercing damage and 15 points of sneak attack damage on the buttock.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
“Oh, this is THAT kind of job!” Siszhu says as he climbs off the corpse. “Alrighty then!” His smile is disconcerting…