I walk into the headquarters as this shouting is happening. "Oh boy...." I mutter to myself, before shifting my form into its regular appearance and clearing my throat. "Can someone please explain what the hell is going on?"
Steelclaw just blinks as Myn appears behind him and looks back at him a moment as a smile crosses his face "Well there goes avenging you...we saw you with a dagger in your back and dead. Care to explain how you rose from the dead as we go and make some money I guess?"
I walk into the headquarters as this shouting is happening. "Oh boy...." I mutter to myself, before shifting my form into its regular appearance and clearing my throat. "Can someone please explain what the hell is going on?"
Steelclaw just blinks as Myn appears behind him and looks back at him a moment as a smile crosses his face "Well there goes avenging you...we saw you with a dagger in your back and dead. Care to explain how you rose from the dead as we go and make some money I guess?"
"To make a long story short, that wasn't me. The old changeling bait-and-switch. Now your turn. Who tried to kill me?"
Steelclaw just blinks for a second as the story sets in "The daggers, found a potential plot of theirs to steal from some people and now figured we could set a trap. Wait for them to complete their mission and then jump them. They take the blame, we make off with the reward and some revenge...though I guess the revenge part is kind of out now since you're not dead."
Asbestos sighs as he lays facedown on the desk. He opens up the glass guards on the candles and puts them down again, putting his face comically close up to the candle to check if anything is there. He should have known better that if something was afoot, then they wouldn't be a-footing up right in the front. No they would be in... like a shoe! Or something! And shoes... go on the floorboards. And in the floorboards---!
He gets up in an instant and grabs onto his crowbar again and taps on the floorboards to see if any of them are loose. If there are, he would attempt to pry it open.
((Strength check 8 + 2 = 11))
He then scrambles around the room checking if he can find any portraits of whosoever office this is (to impersonate them) or maybe list of employees in the documents. He has a habit of contentiously picking things up and putting them down again, taking to heart literally 'no stone unturned.' He touches everything in this room.
((Investigation check: nat 20 nooo way))
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<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
It doesn't take long before you find yourself across the road from the 4th street barracks....
(OOC: I missed this earlier)
Before Lace has had time to plot an interrogation, she suddenly realizes where Fist must have raced off to while she was distracted in thought.
"Crap! Do you think the 'Daggers have made me, Jack,or targeting someone else. Whom I might have to stop from fighting the entire 4th Barracks by himself!"
As soon as he answers, she dashes out the door to the 4th, looking for Fist. She pauses halfway there to look for a tail.
Among the papers on the desk you find a work schedule that shows when the barkeepers and waitresses shift's are on a week by week basis.
@Lace
"Hard to say for sure but it seems they're just out looking for gatherings of Daggers and not specific targets."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The previous 7 Ravens who were rallied behind Steelclaw and now taking a few moments to pat Fyn on the back and welcome him back and such, just happy he's not dead after all, once again get themselves riled up and ready to go after some Daggers. They're now even chippier having two recognizable Ravens leading their little expedition.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
He stares at the paper and mentally scans it. Eyeing it left to right like a typewriter. 'Click, click.' He goes in his head. Unfortunately all that effort was for naught because as soon as he saw it, he forgot. Asbestos blinks blankly and then decides to scribble down each of the names on the paper he took from Biscotti's desk. "Burnt Rooster employees." He writes out loud. He then puts back the paper where he found it, takes one last look at this place, and... walks over to a candle and opens the glass to sniff it.
It is cinnamon. He sloshes the wax over the flame to squelch it. Then lifts the candle up for a small bite. It is just as good as he hopes. Tastes like wax!
He shapeshifts into something random. A tiefling persona he once created who he named 'Cinnamon' (snacks are just on his mind right now). He then takes one last account of the room before he heads off into the window again. This time hoping for if he could find out who he saw was listed as the manager of this place. And if they were hiring...
Your own shadow has trouble following you, lol. No, seriously though, you elude any pursuit on your way to the 4th street barracks.
@Asbestos
Luckily there's no one else in the room to notice you and it sounds like you're leaving by the window you came in through, there's also no one just outside to notice.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
When Lace finds Fist, he's not yet entered the barracks, instead mulling about in the shadows across the street. He's not hiding, no. Just watching. Though, he can't see through walls, which would help him greatly. He nods her over, still watching the front of the building.
Asbestos sticks his head out the window. 'Oh coast is the clear?' He continues his way on out, shabbily making it through the glass window before relocking it- well more like slowly putting it back into place and hoping no one noticed that he basically broke the lock prying it open. He soon slides off the dumpster and mosey on his way to the front. This Cinnamon 'Cinamininamin' disguise is one of a reddish tiefling who is around 5'6 with curly long brown hair and ram-like horns on their head. He named this one Cinnamon for the fact that this disguise was known for smelling like that. And he came prepared! For he had a stick of cinnamon already in his bag, which he then rubbed all over himself while still in the back alley.
The druid went over back to the front of the dive bar again from where he'd originally come in from. He throws open the door, which then bangs and slams and swings right back front, nearly hitting him in the nose. It actually very much so does hit him, and it stings and hurts, and leaves him dazed momentarily. He slinks into a chair by the front of the bar.
Placing down a gold coin on the table with a smirk, he then slides it cross the counter to the bartender across from him. His voice comes out like a deep purr and handsomely suave. "Hello! I would like to do some speaking to the manager. Call the one called Jeoffery."He puts his arm on the table like he is hip and the cool (like them cool kids, as they do). "Tell him I'd like a raise. NO!" He puts his arm out in front of him "Wait, sorry I would like a job."It took him all his mental energy not to say any 'yes' at the end of that sentence. It felt like he was holding in a cough.
The bartender looks at the gold coin and then up at you, Asbestos, "Jeoffery will probably be in later." picking up the coin he inquires, "Did you want a drink or something?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
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Lace figures there's a good chance some Daggers are milling about the precinct trying to figure what to do about their mates, like bail them out or something.
A couple of blocks away, she slows and circles the area.
Stealth 18
Perception 20
Does she see any 'Daggers hanging around outside the precinct?
As lace nears the 4th street barracks she keeps her eyes open for any Daggers that might be hoping to bail out their compatriots but doesn't see any. Either they don't know or don't care, or something else but there are none here... at least on the outside. She does however see the unsettling visage of Fist just standing across the street and staring daggers at the barracks.
Did you see what I did there... daggers... lol.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Sigh." The changeling sighed, looking thoroughly disappointed. "Yes... perhaps, that would be nice."He stops and thinks for a moment. '"A Whiskey seltzer! With orange liqueur!" Then he jumps up and lightly bangs the table. "Oh oh!!! And those cup things! With the olives! Yes!"He is grinning nearly ear to ear now. Once the bartender goes to turn around to make the drink, he leans over the counter to randomly tap things that might me there (for some reason he is thinking of a secret lever, but likely none would be there). He slumps back into his chair and then looks around too see what else could be there.
((Perception: 11 +1 = 12 ))
When the bartender returns with the drink, Asbestos again leans over, puts his hand behind the guy's ear and pulls out another coin. His pointed tiefling smile is plastered all across his face. He slams the coin on the counter again. "And there will be more where that came from!"
((Dexterity: Sleight of Hand: 17 + 3 = 20))
Suddenly, he stands up with a stupid grin and slams his fist into his open palm. 'Now time to do a display of the show of dominance.'
"Who wants to arm wrestle?!" He shouts with his hands up to the whole bar, wholeheartedly jumping up and down excitedly.
((intimidation: 5+4 = 9 it's intimidation in his head))
("Did you see what I did there... daggers... lol" - Yes, the image of rival gangmembers popping out of Fist's eyes and splattering against the barracks walls came to mind)
Lace approaches Fist, and quietly announces her presence/
"Ahem", she whispers. "I do hope you aren't going to risk everything we've built by single handedly attacking the entire bloody barracks. I've circled the area and don't see any hiding. So I could take advantage of being the investigator for Albatross Enterprises to ask the guards what they've found out, instead of punching them."
("Did you see what I did there... daggers... lol" - Yes, the image of rival gangmembers popping out of Fist's eyes and splattering against the barracks walls came to mind)
Lace approaches Fist, and quietly announces her presence/
"Ahem", she whispers. "I do hope you aren't going to risk everything we've built by single handedly attacking the entire bloody barracks. I've circled the area and don't see any hiding. So I could take advantage of being the investigator for Albatross Enterprises to ask the guards what they've found out, instead of punching them."
The big bastard doesn't to look at her. But when he speaks, there's a cold resignation to his voice, not unlike when he dealt with a certain serial murderer none too long ago: "Aye, ye could, lass. But I'm as much af'er t'em that got our boy Fyn as information. D'ya t'ink ye could find a way to get the guards out o' there, so's I can 'talk' wit the Daggers in there...?"
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Steelclaw just blinks as Myn appears behind him and looks back at him a moment as a smile crosses his face "Well there goes avenging you...we saw you with a dagger in your back and dead. Care to explain how you rose from the dead as we go and make some money I guess?"
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"To make a long story short, that wasn't me. The old changeling bait-and-switch. Now your turn. Who tried to kill me?"
Steelclaw just blinks for a second as the story sets in "The daggers, found a potential plot of theirs to steal from some people and now figured we could set a trap. Wait for them to complete their mission and then jump them. They take the blame, we make off with the reward and some revenge...though I guess the revenge part is kind of out now since you're not dead."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Fyn lets out a light laugh. "I mean, they did still try to kill me. People have taken revenge for less. Count me in."
Asbestos sighs as he lays facedown on the desk. He opens up the glass guards on the candles and puts them down again, putting his face comically close up to the candle to check if anything is there. He should have known better that if something was afoot, then they wouldn't be a-footing up right in the front. No they would be in... like a shoe! Or something! And shoes... go on the floorboards. And in the floorboards---!
He gets up in an instant and grabs onto his crowbar again and taps on the floorboards to see if any of them are loose. If there are, he would attempt to pry it open.
((Strength check 8 + 2 = 11))
He then scrambles around the room checking if he can find any portraits of whosoever office this is (to impersonate them) or maybe list of employees in the documents. He has a habit of contentiously picking things up and putting them down again, taking to heart literally 'no stone unturned.' He touches everything in this room.
((Investigation check: nat 20 nooo way))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
(OOC: I missed this earlier)
Before Lace has had time to plot an interrogation, she suddenly realizes where Fist must have raced off to while she was distracted in thought.
"Crap! Do you think the 'Daggers have made me, Jack,or targeting someone else. Whom I might have to stop from fighting the entire 4th Barracks by himself!"
As soon as he answers, she dashes out the door to the 4th, looking for Fist. She pauses halfway there to look for a tail.
Perception 25 nat 20
@Asbestos
Among the papers on the desk you find a work schedule that shows when the barkeepers and waitresses shift's are on a week by week basis.
@Lace
"Hard to say for sure but it seems they're just out looking for gatherings of Daggers and not specific targets."
Steelclaw just nods "Fair enough, let's go make some cash and reinforce who owns this territory." he says just looking around "Let's go everyone."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
The previous 7 Ravens who were rallied behind Steelclaw and now taking a few moments to pat Fyn on the back and welcome him back and such, just happy he's not dead after all, once again get themselves riled up and ready to go after some Daggers. They're now even chippier having two recognizable Ravens leading their little expedition.
Lace will milk the nat 20 perception as long as she can while dashing to Fist
He stares at the paper and mentally scans it. Eyeing it left to right like a typewriter. 'Click, click.' He goes in his head. Unfortunately all that effort was for naught because as soon as he saw it, he forgot. Asbestos blinks blankly and then decides to scribble down each of the names on the paper he took from Biscotti's desk. "Burnt Rooster employees." He writes out loud. He then puts back the paper where he found it, takes one last look at this place, and... walks over to a candle and opens the glass to sniff it.
It is cinnamon. He sloshes the wax over the flame to squelch it. Then lifts the candle up for a small bite. It is just as good as he hopes. Tastes like wax!
He shapeshifts into something random. A tiefling persona he once created who he named 'Cinnamon' (snacks are just on his mind right now). He then takes one last account of the room before he heads off into the window again. This time hoping for if he could find out who he saw was listed as the manager of this place. And if they were hiring...
((Stealth: 4 + 5 = 9))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
@Lace
Your own shadow has trouble following you, lol. No, seriously though, you elude any pursuit on your way to the 4th street barracks.
@Asbestos
Luckily there's no one else in the room to notice you and it sounds like you're leaving by the window you came in through, there's also no one just outside to notice.
When Lace finds Fist, he's not yet entered the barracks, instead mulling about in the shadows across the street. He's not hiding, no. Just watching. Though, he can't see through walls, which would help him greatly. He nods her over, still watching the front of the building.
Asbestos sticks his head out the window. 'Oh coast is the clear?' He continues his way on out, shabbily making it through the glass window before relocking it- well more like slowly putting it back into place and hoping no one noticed that he basically broke the lock prying it open. He soon slides off the dumpster and mosey on his way to the front. This Cinnamon 'Cinamininamin' disguise is one of a reddish tiefling who is around 5'6 with curly long brown hair and ram-like horns on their head. He named this one Cinnamon for the fact that this disguise was known for smelling like that. And he came prepared! For he had a stick of cinnamon already in his bag, which he then rubbed all over himself while still in the back alley.
The druid went over back to the front of the dive bar again from where he'd originally come in from. He throws open the door, which then bangs and slams and swings right back front, nearly hitting him in the nose. It actually very much so does hit him, and it stings and hurts, and leaves him dazed momentarily. He slinks into a chair by the front of the bar.
Placing down a gold coin on the table with a smirk, he then slides it cross the counter to the bartender across from him. His voice comes out like a deep purr and handsomely suave. "Hello! I would like to do some speaking to the manager. Call the one called Jeoffery." He puts his arm on the table like he is hip and the cool (like them cool kids, as they do). "Tell him I'd like a raise. NO!" He puts his arm out in front of him "Wait, sorry I would like a job." It took him all his mental energy not to say any 'yes' at the end of that sentence. It felt like he was holding in a cough.
((Charisma: Deception 16 + 4 = 20 and Charisma: Persuadion: 4 +2 = 6))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
The bartender looks at the gold coin and then up at you, Asbestos, "Jeoffery will probably be in later." picking up the coin he inquires, "Did you want a drink or something?"
Lace figures there's a good chance some Daggers are milling about the precinct trying to figure what to do about their mates, like bail them out or something.
A couple of blocks away, she slows and circles the area.
Stealth 18
Perception 20
Does she see any 'Daggers hanging around outside the precinct?
As lace nears the 4th street barracks she keeps her eyes open for any Daggers that might be hoping to bail out their compatriots but doesn't see any. Either they don't know or don't care, or something else but there are none here... at least on the outside. She does however see the unsettling visage of Fist just standing across the street and staring daggers at the barracks.
Did you see what I did there... daggers... lol.
"Sigh." The changeling sighed, looking thoroughly disappointed. "Yes... perhaps, that would be nice." He stops and thinks for a moment. '"A Whiskey seltzer! With orange liqueur!" Then he jumps up and lightly bangs the table. "Oh oh!!! And those cup things! With the olives! Yes!" He is grinning nearly ear to ear now. Once the bartender goes to turn around to make the drink, he leans over the counter to randomly tap things that might me there (for some reason he is thinking of a secret lever, but likely none would be there). He slumps back into his chair and then looks around too see what else could be there.
((Perception: 11 +1 = 12 ))
When the bartender returns with the drink, Asbestos again leans over, puts his hand behind the guy's ear and pulls out another coin. His pointed tiefling smile is plastered all across his face. He slams the coin on the counter again. "And there will be more where that came from!"
((Dexterity: Sleight of Hand: 17 + 3 = 20))
Suddenly, he stands up with a stupid grin and slams his fist into his open palm. 'Now time to do a display of the show of dominance.'
"Who wants to arm wrestle?!" He shouts with his hands up to the whole bar, wholeheartedly jumping up and down excitedly.
((intimidation: 5+4 = 9 it's intimidation in his head))
Asbestos in the first scene be like:
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
("Did you see what I did there... daggers... lol" - Yes, the image of rival gangmembers popping out of Fist's eyes and splattering against the barracks walls came to mind)
Lace approaches Fist, and quietly announces her presence/
"Ahem", she whispers. "I do hope you aren't going to risk everything we've built by single handedly attacking the entire bloody barracks. I've circled the area and don't see any hiding. So I could take advantage of being the investigator for Albatross Enterprises to ask the guards what they've found out, instead of punching them."
The big bastard doesn't to look at her. But when he speaks, there's a cold resignation to his voice, not unlike when he dealt with a certain serial murderer none too long ago: "Aye, ye could, lass. But I'm as much af'er t'em that got our boy Fyn as information. D'ya t'ink ye could find a way to get the guards out o' there, so's I can 'talk' wit the Daggers in there...?"