Vakas quietly steps off his horse, handing the reins to Rachus. “Mind if I go have a look? I will send a message to you if I find something worrisome. I’m used to working in the dark, quietly…wait here for my signal.” Vakas starts to move ahead, crouched and moving slowly, listening carefully, watching for any sign of movement.
Stealth : 15
Perception : 17
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Vakas you move ahead, swallowed by shadow, until the village rises around you, silent and lifeless. No lights burn in the windows. Empty wagons sit askew in the dirt, tools scattered as if dropped mid-task. Near the well, a heavy bucket lies shattered, crushed to splinters.
Whatever happened here, it came quickly. And it appears to have left nothing behind.
(With a 17) As you continue to sneak forward through the darkness you can make out on the far side of the village, the smallest flicker of light coming from one of the buildings. Do you continue or report back to the group?
Vakas moves back until he’s in range and sends a message back, “See a light ahead, will check it out and report back, stay where you are, ride in if you hear me signal.”
Then he silently moves forward to look at what is making this light..
Vakas you slip back through the dark, the village remains silent around you. It does not take you long to cross the small settlement and ahead, a low dwelling breaks the gloom—a single candle flickers in the nearest window.
You creep closer, but the room within yields little. Just shadows and stillness. You turn to leave when a pale hand reaches out, takes the candle, and vanishes into the dark.
Vakas sneaks back to be within range and sends a message “Candle snuffed out. Someone is inside. Approach like normal and I will try to catch them..” He goes and plasters himself up against the wall, listening and watching for movement in the house, holding very still…
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He twitters and chitters away to Sunhill as they trot through the village.
Outside the dwelling where Vakas is concealed against the wall, Skritch pulls up Sunhill. Probably on the opposite side of whatever path is there, so that, if anyone comes charging out, they will have to travel 10 or 20 feet to get to him. Continuing to make much squirrely noise, he readies an action to cast Fire bolt if things go awry.
"Badump, bedump, badump, bedump," says Dealuri cheerfully as she follows her colleagues into the village. She stays near the back and to the greatest extent possible with a line a sight to the target house. Her reins are in one hand and her longbow in the other.
Vakas is waiting outside of the house with the light that was snuffed out, finding a dark shadow to stand in, holding very still, listening for sounds of movement inside. He waits as his friends make their approach, ready to spring into action.
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You all make your approach and are but thirty feet from the building, the front door burst open and a mewling scream fills the evening air. A black streak of fur darts out along the ground directly toward the party.
Skritch make an animal handling check as the cat races toward you.
Following the cat, a hunched figure emerges into the night, fist held high, clutching what appears to be a wooden ladle. The stranger stops short upon seeing the approaching party with their weapons and spells at the ready. She is an elderly woman, carrying a considerable amount of weight beneath her flowery garb. She glares at you each in turn with narrow dark eyes.
"Who in the name of Odin's hairy arse hole are you lot?" she demands.
Thanadol with a 12 you can tell that she is genuinely old and unfriendly, but little beyond that.
"Sorry? Sorry! What can I do with sorry? Wont get me my cat back will it?" she snaps, hands on hips.
As if in answer Sunhill releases an ear-splitting bark and races off after said black cat into the darkness, leaving Skritch to either hang on for dear life or try to roll free. If the latter roll for acrobatics.
"Oi!" the woman yells, "That's my cat!"
She looks thoughtful then, and turns back to you Thanadol"Don't suppose you'd be interested in parting with the dog and squirrel would you?"
Dealuri hops off her mount and bounds over to the woman. "Can I give you a hug? You look and sound just like my Aunt Helga!" And unless the woman forcefully and quickly rejects the offer, Dealuri will indeed hug her. And smell like her, too.
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"My vote is, er, to proceed through the spooky village. Proceed with extreme, um, caution..."
Vakas quietly steps off his horse, handing the reins to Rachus. “Mind if I go have a look? I will send a message to you if I find something worrisome. I’m used to working in the dark, quietly…wait here for my signal.” Vakas starts to move ahead, crouched and moving slowly, listening carefully, watching for any sign of movement.
Stealth : 15
Perception : 17
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Skritch watches from a distance, he gives Sunhill's reins to Rachus too. But doesn't follow Vakas.
As long as Vakas is in range (120'), Skritch is holding an Action to cast Fire Bolt if anything comes at Vakas from behind...
If Vakas turns a corner or gets out of range, and only then, Skritch will stealth (20) after him just far enough to have his back back in range.
OOC: PS sorry for the unstealthy "3" - Hopefully it won't come to that!
Vakas you move ahead, swallowed by shadow, until the village rises around you, silent and lifeless. No lights burn in the windows. Empty wagons sit askew in the dirt, tools scattered as if dropped mid-task. Near the well, a heavy bucket lies shattered, crushed to splinters.
Whatever happened here, it came quickly. And it appears to have left nothing behind.
(With a 17) As you continue to sneak forward through the darkness you can make out on the far side of the village, the smallest flicker of light coming from one of the buildings. Do you continue or report back to the group?
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Vakas moves back until he’s in range and sends a message back, “See a light ahead, will check it out and report back, stay where you are, ride in if you hear me signal.”
Then he silently moves forward to look at what is making this light..
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Skritch mounts up.
Dealuri keeps her longbow ready and remains with the main group.
Vakas you slip back through the dark, the village remains silent around you. It does not take you long to cross the small settlement and ahead, a low dwelling breaks the gloom—a single candle flickers in the nearest window.
You creep closer, but the room within yields little. Just shadows and stillness. You turn to leave when a pale hand reaches out, takes the candle, and vanishes into the dark.
Not empty, then. Someone is inside.
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Rachus stays mounted as he holds the reins for Vakas's and Scritch's mounts. He picks up his ears ready to move at any sign of trouble.
Vakas sneaks back to be within range and sends a message “Candle snuffed out. Someone is inside. Approach like normal and I will try to catch them..” He goes and plasters himself up against the wall, listening and watching for movement in the house, holding very still…
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Skritch flicks Sunhill's reins.
He twitters and chitters away to Sunhill as they trot through the village.
Outside the dwelling where Vakas is concealed against the wall, Skritch pulls up Sunhill. Probably on the opposite side of whatever path is there, so that, if anyone comes charging out, they will have to travel 10 or 20 feet to get to him. Continuing to make much squirrely noise, he readies an action to cast Fire bolt if things go awry.
Rachus urges his pony forward still holding the reins for Vackas' horse and moves forward into the village.
"Badump, bedump, badump, bedump," says Dealuri cheerfully as she follows her colleagues into the village. She stays near the back and to the greatest extent possible with a line a sight to the target house. Her reins are in one hand and her longbow in the other.
Vakas is waiting outside of the house with the light that was snuffed out, finding a dark shadow to stand in, holding very still, listening for sounds of movement inside. He waits as his friends make their approach, ready to spring into action.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
You all make your approach and are but thirty feet from the building, the front door burst open and a mewling scream fills the evening air. A black streak of fur darts out along the ground directly toward the party.
Skritch make an animal handling check as the cat races toward you.
Following the cat, a hunched figure emerges into the night, fist held high, clutching what appears to be a wooden ladle. The stranger stops short upon seeing the approaching party with their weapons and spells at the ready. She is an elderly woman, carrying a considerable amount of weight beneath her flowery garb. She glares at you each in turn with narrow dark eyes.
"Who in the name of Odin's hairy arse hole are you lot?" she demands.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Animal Handling (from character sheet): 11.
Yuh yoh.
Thanadol with a 12 you can tell that she is genuinely old and unfriendly, but little beyond that.
"Sorry? Sorry! What can I do with sorry? Wont get me my cat back will it?" she snaps, hands on hips.
As if in answer Sunhill releases an ear-splitting bark and races off after said black cat into the darkness, leaving Skritch to either hang on for dear life or try to roll free. If the latter roll for acrobatics.
"Oi!" the woman yells, "That's my cat!"
She looks thoughtful then, and turns back to you Thanadol "Don't suppose you'd be interested in parting with the dog and squirrel would you?"
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Dealuri hops off her mount and bounds over to the woman. "Can I give you a hug? You look and sound just like my Aunt Helga!" And unless the woman forcefully and quickly rejects the offer, Dealuri will indeed hug her. And smell like her, too.