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You inspect the outside of the building, strolling around and trying to look lackadaisical. You draw...strange looks from some, but they pay you no more attention.
The door, of course, is locked --- you test it, pulling it gently so as to make no sound. But, going around the building, you spy a solitary window --- high up, near the roof, it's almost unnoticeable from your vantage point.
It'd be hard to get up there, but not impossible. The only problem is that people would see you, they'd wonder what you were doing.
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The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies, eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
A few of us would be discreetly pointing up to that window so we all know it exists.
When we step/move to a quiet area we can discuss, Momo speaks, I can see two options both not good, option one, someone pick the lock and we go through the front door. second tie a rope around me and Brink throws either me or someone else through the window. I assume what option is chosen, we need to determine if we wait for night. Does anyone else have a better option?
"Well, I no longer see what we can do with this lead without breaking something" Brink returns to the door and looks if there is a keyhole or twistning a knob would be enough to open it.
As the party debates, Brink returns to the door, fists and brow clenched in a frightening pose. Twisting hard upon the doorknob and putting all his force into the work, he tries to ---- but then fails --- to open the door, although he isn't surprised by this development. He grunts --- "Nn," --- then slams the door against its frame. Again, it doesn't open, merely making a loud thunk that might have been heard inside.
A keyhole is visible after a bit of looking ---- not too hard to find, though. No key is in the lock, however. They, of course, took it with them. Brink's conclusion: he's sure he could open the door, given a bit more time and materials.
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The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies, eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
Momo jumps behind a bush, quivering as he looks towards the door. But no one comes out, even as you wait, quiet as mice.
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The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies, eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
I do have to apologize for this, but I am going to have to resign from this campaign. Work along with other obligations are getting in the way of being able to post and keep up with what is going on. I am so sorry.
OOC: GM, we're stuck. There is no easy way into the building. We don't want to be too destructive in this town as it would label US as the criminals. We could wait until they come out but there is a possibility that they left from some other route. And waiting near the door for hours is unrealistic.
Please throw us a bone.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
OOC: GM, we're stuck. There is no easy way into the building. We don't want to be too destructive in this town as it would label US as the criminals. We could wait until they come out but there is a possibility that they left from some other route. And waiting near the door for hours is unrealistic.
Please throw us a bone.
(OOC: o7. Gotcha. And sorry, y'all, please tell me if things aren't working. Sad to see @Aklys go, too.)
A man breaks free from the crowd, striding down the same alleyway you had walked down only minutes ago. He stops for a second at the door, looking around ---- and then spots you all. His eyes grow wide with fear, and he turns to run, but slips in the muck, landing on his face. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" he whines, looking back at you all.
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The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies, eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
Momo stays back, eyes darting around ---- but most passerby seem not to notice Kassity advancing upon the man.
"I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! I promise!" He stands up, crouching and holding out his skinny arms in front of him in a fighting stance. As Kassity approaches more, however, his gaze drops to the floor and he begins to sob. "I didn't mean to...please, help me...you don't know what they'll do...they will----"
(OOC: Note. I will be posting sporadically and/or not at all for the next two weeks as winter break takes shape. I'll try to post as much as possible, but even that probably comes out to only 3-5 posts a week. Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Chanukah, and Happy New Year, y'all!)
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies, eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
Brink:"I'll walk together with Kassity and Momo to see if there's any way to sneak into the building without breaking anything"
You inspect the outside of the building, strolling around and trying to look lackadaisical. You draw...strange looks from some, but they pay you no more attention.
The door, of course, is locked --- you test it, pulling it gently so as to make no sound. But, going around the building, you spy a solitary window --- high up, near the roof, it's almost unnoticeable from your vantage point.
It'd be hard to get up there, but not impossible. The only problem is that people would see you, they'd wonder what you were doing.
(_~.~_)
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies,
eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize
but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
then comes the time that the weaker must rise
[~.~]
Momo,
A few of us would be discreetly pointing up to that window so we all know it exists.
When we step/move to a quiet area we can discuss, Momo speaks, I can see two options both not good, option one, someone pick the lock and we go through the front door. second tie a rope around me and Brink throws either me or someone else through the window. I assume what option is chosen, we need to determine if we wait for night. Does anyone else have a better option?
"We could wait until they come out. There is only the one door." Kassity frowns, "but no knowing how long the wait will be..."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Momo answers Kassity,
Not familiar with the town layout, their could be secret doors or even tunnels with in that will allow people to leave from a different door.
"Well, I no longer see what we can do with this lead without breaking something" Brink returns to the door and looks if there is a keyhole or twistning a knob would be enough to open it.
As the party debates, Brink returns to the door, fists and brow clenched in a frightening pose. Twisting hard upon the doorknob and putting all his force into the work, he tries to ---- but then fails --- to open the door, although he isn't surprised by this development. He grunts --- "Nn," --- then slams the door against its frame. Again, it doesn't open, merely making a loud thunk that might have been heard inside.
A keyhole is visible after a bit of looking ---- not too hard to find, though. No key is in the lock, however. They, of course, took it with them. Brink's conclusion: he's sure he could open the door, given a bit more time and materials.
(_~.~_)
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies,
eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize
but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
then comes the time that the weaker must rise
[~.~]
Momo's eyes show a little white around the edges as they just got bigger from the surprise noise Brink made.
OOC: not what I expected from looking
OOC - what Skill roll is hide? Stealth +6
Stealth Roll 18
Momo jumps behind a bush, quivering as he looks towards the door. But no one comes out, even as you wait, quiet as mice.
(_~.~_)
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies,
eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize
but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
then comes the time that the weaker must rise
[~.~]
Momo looks between the branches, then seeing how no one has moved nor any door movement asks,
"Do we bust our way in or go elsewhere and look for tracks?...I enjoyed breakfast so much," ...burp "I am happy no matter which way we go or choose. "
I do have to apologize for this, but I am going to have to resign from this campaign. Work along with other obligations are getting in the way of being able to post and keep up with what is going on. I am so sorry.
OOC: GM, we're stuck. There is no easy way into the building. We don't want to be too destructive in this town as it would label US as the criminals. We could wait until they come out but there is a possibility that they left from some other route. And waiting near the door for hours is unrealistic.
Please throw us a bone.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
(OOC: o7. Gotcha. And sorry, y'all, please tell me if things aren't working. Sad to see @Aklys go, too.)
A man breaks free from the crowd, striding down the same alleyway you had walked down only minutes ago. He stops for a second at the door, looking around ---- and then spots you all. His eyes grow wide with fear, and he turns to run, but slips in the muck, landing on his face. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" he whines, looking back at you all.
(_~.~_)
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies,
eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize
but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
then comes the time that the weaker must rise
[~.~]
"People that talk like that are always guilty of something."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Momo is looking around around to see if anyone else is watching this guy and/or us.
Perception 22
Momo is staying out of the way of the teammates so they can interrogate him.
Momo stays back, eyes darting around ---- but most passerby seem not to notice Kassity advancing upon the man.
"I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! I promise!" He stands up, crouching and holding out his skinny arms in front of him in a fighting stance. As Kassity approaches more, however, his gaze drops to the floor and he begins to sob. "I didn't mean to...please, help me...you don't know what they'll do...they will----"
(OOC: Note. I will be posting sporadically and/or not at all for the next two weeks as winter break takes shape. I'll try to post as much as possible, but even that probably comes out to only 3-5 posts a week. Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Chanukah, and Happy New Year, y'all!)
(_~.~_)
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
two wrenns flap tenderly underneath the skies,
eyes lying of their pursuit of the prize
but when all cards are thrown down and evils surmise,
then comes the time that the weaker must rise
[~.~]
Brink:"Who are they?"
OOC- bring the post up in the que and say Happy New Year.