"Well we did skip over three-four bash in the door earlier!"Karl says with a grin "but if'n its more of those zombie things young 'un - you're buying the ale till i get rid of the dust in me mouth!" as he stands ready with Pacifier II resting on his shoulder ready to swing it at a moments notice
Following a defeated sigh, a nod of acceptance is given in turn. "Will do, Uncle, will do."Vondal said smiling despite himself. After which, he steps aside with a sweep of his free hand as if to say 'After you'.
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Karl, no one answered the door when he knocked. I believe Vondal is inviting you to break the door down.
Nif, you begin walking around the building. As you came from the north, I'll say you walk around the south side first. There is another door on the southeast corner.
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Karl looks surprised at Vondal passing up the opportunity to kick down a door "you young'uns these days? Youse gives them a chance to kick down a door and all they say is 'too hard Uncle, I might 'urt me tootsies!' Well stand aside!"as Karl lifts a boot and smashes it into the door {18}.
Karl steps up and kicks. With a very loud crash, the door flies inward, both hinges breaking as the door twists — the bottom inward and the top slightly outward. The door pivots around a thick piece of wood which was barring the door on the inside, but the bar has also splintered with the powerful kick. The door falls to lie slightly crooked in the doorway, as do the pieces of the bar. Smiling at his feat, Karl looks inside to see an individual in black robes and mask who is sitting on the floor, cowering against the wall five feet away. Standing five feet to the right is another individual similarly dressed. "What in the name of ... What do you think you are doing?! Who are you?!" Karl can see the other's lips moving below the elaborate mask that covers his face from the nose up. From the little bit he can see, Karl thinks he must be elvish or human or some combination.
Whne the new half-elf owner of Stillwells sacked Karl and his mates it just cemented his views that "youse can't trust a pointy ear" which begs the question why he has accepted Daran; maybe he looks more human than elf. Anyway Karl looks over at the chanting - at least that's what he reckons is going on - elf "Oi no chantin - else I'll 'ave to stop it my own way!" He looks around at the damaged door and says "knockin' on the door I spose but more importantly who are youse and why the mask thingies?"
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Vondal is soon falling in behind Karl, stilling holding his axe slung over his shoulder, but not making nearly as threatening a move on the masked men. Rather, now that the gold dwarf had a proper sight on them, he began tugging at the side of his beard again, and staring at them with narrowed eyes; studying their mask and black robes, as their whole aesthetic had him thinking back to times visiting a museum in Neverwinter.
History: 19. (+2 if a general knowledge or other int based check)
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OOC: Rereading what I wrote, I can definitely see where you'd think I was saying the one's lips were moving silently like he is casting a spell. I didn't mean that. The one on the floor just looks scared or hurt or surprised. The one standing is talking, and those are the lips that are moving. Sorry for the confusion. As for ears, they're all covered by their masks, so no help there. All you can see are mouths and chins.
Vondal, you don't recognize the design of the masks and cloaks per se, but seeing as how they are the same, you get the distinct impression that these are cultists. "Cultist" is a broad term describing an individual who works with a group toward a common — and often fanatical — ideal or goal. Just because someone is a cultist doesn't mean they are evil or can't be trusted, but those that make it into books and museums are most often notorious. The masks appear to have stylized horns, and the robes, which you can see now are more cloaks, have a reverse scallop design.
The standing cultist looks at the one on the floor and back at Karl. "We heard you knock, and we decided to not answer," the man says, anger coloring his tone, though he appears to be holding himself back. "That means we don't want to be disturbed. It's allowed, you know. It's not an invitation to break our door down." He looks down at the one on the floor again. "Oh, get up," he snaps. "You're not hurt."
The cowering one gets up, cradling an arm as he retreats through the interior doorway behind the standing cultist. Karl watches the man leave, and catches a glimpse of a few more masks peeking around the talker.
"We have nothing to offer you, so if you'll kindly leave, we have a door to repair," the cultist growls.
Vondal's eyes narrow to dangerous slits at the revelation. "It should not be too big a surprise for area that we break down upon assurances that none are home. Not many come here except to search ruins for good or ill reasons. Our own, in fact, were to deal with undead and plants, which either could have arose in place from people having starved to death, for example." He explained. "Though admittedly, we were told of you, and hoped to perhaps gain your aid in dragon matter. Though your lack of answering, and cultish dressing is suggestive of darker purpose."
He raises a challenging brow on that final point. "Now, again, what are you doing here? Raising the dead? Are you why they are here? Or are you druids with weird fascination with masks? You can at least answer these things before we are out of hair, yes? I tell you right now that if you are up to wickedness, you will find your remaining day least then pleasant though. And if you lie, even less so."Vondal assures, pumping up his chest, and with a hand at his hip.
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Karl looks at the ruin of the door "sorry 'bout that, I 'spose." While Vondal may not look that threatening the tall dwarf certainly does as he glares at the people in the room (Intimidation {Strength} = 10) "reckon you should answer the young 'un's questions quick smart!"
(OOC: Sigh one of these days I'm gunna get a roll that accords with my post)
As soon as Vondal mentions the dragon, the lead cultist turns and begins speaking quietly with the others behind in a language neither of the dwarves understand. The monk finishes what he says, but is fairly certain most of it is being ignored. Karl speaks up to regain command of the conversation.
The cultist turns back to the dwarves. "What are your intentions with the dragon?" he asks, clearly judging Karl and Vondal's motives.
Vondal raises a brow to them, and then after a brief look at Karl prior to saying with a rueful smirk, "I see I've found your interests here. Hmm..."He looks away, feigning needing to think about the next words carefully. "That depends. You wouldn't happen to be some sort of Dragon Hunting Cult, would you? The little pointy bits there sort of suggest that. And if you are... we might be at an impasse." He says, tightening his grip on the axe handle, and giving them all suspicious looks.
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"Dragon hunting?" the man repeats, looking aghast (and not appearing to even notice Karl whispering). "Well, we followed it here, but we're not dragon hunters. We want to meet the beautiful creature. Treat it like the magnificent being that it is. Our adornments are meant to honor dragons, not suggest some sick desire to harm them."
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Vondal holds up a finger in a 'just a moment' gesture to the cultist. "When you're right, you're right uncle. And they aren't likely to take too kindly to your wanting to challenge it either. And now that we've 'introduced' ourselves, they aren't likely to not try to defend it once the fighting starts." He confesses in dwarvish with a grim look on his face. "I'm going to ask them this one last thing. Then depending on how they answer, we either knock them out, or... I dunno... I'll follow your lead. I've already had my moment of roguish-ness when it to that mage a ways back."
On the tail end of a weak grin, Vondal again looks to the cultist. This time he is more mindful of any and all weapons they may have on hand in the once over prior to giving them a smile. "Let's say we trust your words and devotion. How were you planning to meet the dragon exactly? As I know -- as many know, you don't just walk up to dragon without some sort of... hm... a gift, I suppose. So-..."He straightens out his back once more. "You weren't thinking of perhaps sacrificing one of your number to serve as this gift now, were you? And just been playing shortest straw to see who'd have to, yes?" He asked innocently enough, but with an ear open for any misleading words.
Karl looks at Vondal with a grin and continues in Dwarvish "even money young 'un says that its that bloke over there"pointing the cultist who was sitting down that the leader (?) said "you've not been hurt yet""... drew the short straw!"
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"Well we did skip over three-four bash in the door earlier!" Karl says with a grin "but if'n its more of those zombie things young 'un - you're buying the ale till i get rid of the dust in me mouth!" as he stands ready with Pacifier II resting on his shoulder ready to swing it at a moments notice
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Following a defeated sigh, a nod of acceptance is given in turn. "Will do, Uncle, will do." Vondal said smiling despite himself. After which, he steps aside with a sweep of his free hand as if to say 'After you'.
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(OOC: so did Vondal actually open the door? Karl was standing ready in case anything jumped out!)
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Whilst Vondal and Karl take the direct approach, Nif explains he is going to scout around the side to see if he can find another entrance.
Stealth: 12
Karl, no one answered the door when he knocked. I believe Vondal is inviting you to break the door down.
Nif, you begin walking around the building. As you came from the north, I'll say you walk around the south side first. There is another door on the southeast corner.
Karl looks surprised at Vondal passing up the opportunity to kick down a door "you young'uns these days? Youse gives them a chance to kick down a door and all they say is 'too hard Uncle, I might 'urt me tootsies!' Well stand aside!" as Karl lifts a boot and smashes it into the door {18}.
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Karl steps up and kicks. With a very loud crash, the door flies inward, both hinges breaking as the door twists — the bottom inward and the top slightly outward. The door pivots around a thick piece of wood which was barring the door on the inside, but the bar has also splintered with the powerful kick. The door falls to lie slightly crooked in the doorway, as do the pieces of the bar. Smiling at his feat, Karl looks inside to see an individual in black robes and mask who is sitting on the floor, cowering against the wall five feet away. Standing five feet to the right is another individual similarly dressed. "What in the name of ... What do you think you are doing?! Who are you?!" Karl can see the other's lips moving below the elaborate mask that covers his face from the nose up. From the little bit he can see, Karl thinks he must be elvish or human or some combination.
Whne the new half-elf owner of Stillwells sacked Karl and his mates it just cemented his views that "youse can't trust a pointy ear" which begs the question why he has accepted Daran; maybe he looks more human than elf. Anyway Karl looks over at the chanting - at least that's what he reckons is going on - elf "Oi no chantin - else I'll 'ave to stop it my own way!" He looks around at the damaged door and says "knockin' on the door I spose but more importantly who are youse and why the mask thingies?"
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Vondal is soon falling in behind Karl, stilling holding his axe slung over his shoulder, but not making nearly as threatening a move on the masked men. Rather, now that the gold dwarf had a proper sight on them, he began tugging at the side of his beard again, and staring at them with narrowed eyes; studying their mask and black robes, as their whole aesthetic had him thinking back to times visiting a museum in Neverwinter.
History: 19. (+2 if a general knowledge or other int based check)
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OOC: Rereading what I wrote, I can definitely see where you'd think I was saying the one's lips were moving silently like he is casting a spell. I didn't mean that. The one on the floor just looks scared or hurt or surprised. The one standing is talking, and those are the lips that are moving. Sorry for the confusion. As for ears, they're all covered by their masks, so no help there. All you can see are mouths and chins.
Vondal, you don't recognize the design of the masks and cloaks per se, but seeing as how they are the same, you get the distinct impression that these are cultists. "Cultist" is a broad term describing an individual who works with a group toward a common — and often fanatical — ideal or goal. Just because someone is a cultist doesn't mean they are evil or can't be trusted, but those that make it into books and museums are most often notorious. The masks appear to have stylized horns, and the robes, which you can see now are more cloaks, have a reverse scallop design.
The standing cultist looks at the one on the floor and back at Karl. "We heard you knock, and we decided to not answer," the man says, anger coloring his tone, though he appears to be holding himself back. "That means we don't want to be disturbed. It's allowed, you know. It's not an invitation to break our door down." He looks down at the one on the floor again. "Oh, get up," he snaps. "You're not hurt."
The cowering one gets up, cradling an arm as he retreats through the interior doorway behind the standing cultist. Karl watches the man leave, and catches a glimpse of a few more masks peeking around the talker.
"We have nothing to offer you, so if you'll kindly leave, we have a door to repair," the cultist growls.
Vondal's eyes narrow to dangerous slits at the revelation. "It should not be too big a surprise for area that we break down upon assurances that none are home. Not many come here except to search ruins for good or ill reasons. Our own, in fact, were to deal with undead and plants, which either could have arose in place from people having starved to death, for example." He explained. "Though admittedly, we were told of you, and hoped to perhaps gain your aid in dragon matter. Though your lack of answering, and cultish dressing is suggestive of darker purpose."
He raises a challenging brow on that final point. "Now, again, what are you doing here? Raising the dead? Are you why they are here? Or are you druids with weird fascination with masks? You can at least answer these things before we are out of hair, yes? I tell you right now that if you are up to wickedness, you will find your remaining day least then pleasant though. And if you lie, even less so." Vondal assures, pumping up his chest, and with a hand at his hip.
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Karl looks at the ruin of the door "sorry 'bout that, I 'spose." While Vondal may not look that threatening the tall dwarf certainly does as he glares at the people in the room (Intimidation {Strength} = 10) "reckon you should answer the young 'un's questions quick smart!"
(OOC: Sigh one of these days I'm gunna get a roll that accords with my post)
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As soon as Vondal mentions the dragon, the lead cultist turns and begins speaking quietly with the others behind in a language neither of the dwarves understand. The monk finishes what he says, but is fairly certain most of it is being ignored. Karl speaks up to regain command of the conversation.
The cultist turns back to the dwarves. "What are your intentions with the dragon?" he asks, clearly judging Karl and Vondal's motives.
Vondal raises a brow to them, and then after a brief look at Karl prior to saying with a rueful smirk, "I see I've found your interests here. Hmm..." He looks away, feigning needing to think about the next words carefully. "That depends. You wouldn't happen to be some sort of Dragon Hunting Cult, would you? The little pointy bits there sort of suggest that. And if you are... we might be at an impasse." He says, tightening his grip on the axe handle, and giving them all suspicious looks.
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"Dragon lovers more likely young un" Karl whispers in Dwarvish to Vondal
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Vondal glances at Karl; but, aside from a slow nod, he said nothing else, leery of the chances the 'cultist' might actually know a bit of dwarvish.
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"Dragon hunting?" the man repeats, looking aghast (and not appearing to even notice Karl whispering). "Well, we followed it here, but we're not dragon hunters. We want to meet the beautiful creature. Treat it like the magnificent being that it is. Our adornments are meant to honor dragons, not suggest some sick desire to harm them."
Karl looks at Vondal and continues in Dwarvish "told ya so young 'un!"
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Vondal holds up a finger in a 'just a moment' gesture to the cultist. "When you're right, you're right uncle. And they aren't likely to take too kindly to your wanting to challenge it either. And now that we've 'introduced' ourselves, they aren't likely to not try to defend it once the fighting starts." He confesses in dwarvish with a grim look on his face. "I'm going to ask them this one last thing. Then depending on how they answer, we either knock them out, or... I dunno... I'll follow your lead. I've already had my moment of roguish-ness when it to that mage a ways back."
On the tail end of a weak grin, Vondal again looks to the cultist. This time he is more mindful of any and all weapons they may have on hand in the once over prior to giving them a smile. "Let's say we trust your words and devotion. How were you planning to meet the dragon exactly? As I know -- as many know, you don't just walk up to dragon without some sort of... hm... a gift, I suppose. So-..." He straightens out his back once more. "You weren't thinking of perhaps sacrificing one of your number to serve as this gift now, were you? And just been playing shortest straw to see who'd have to, yes?" He asked innocently enough, but with an ear open for any misleading words.
Insight: 13.
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Karl looks at Vondal with a grin and continues in Dwarvish "even money young 'un says that its that bloke over there" pointing the cultist who was sitting down that the leader (?) said "you've not been hurt yet" "... drew the short straw!"
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