Raya stays where she is and will message Ajax "There's men beyond this door, seemingly eating. There's other creatures at the south door but i can't understand them. Where would you guys like to go?"

DM:

Raya:

Delg - perception check, please

Melkias - stealth check, please

Melkias moves as silently as possible. There's money to be had in this venture, he could just FEEL it. The good life was worth living, and he had to maintain it somehow. Besides, their manor is big enough, they're not going to miss a few...hundred...coins.

(Stealth: 16 )

Delg looks around the cavern, listening as well. The boy seemed truthful enough, but there was no guarantee he knew everything.

He makes sure his hammer and shield are at the ready as he walks along the wall toward the left.

Stealth: 7

Ooc: for the newcomers, could you please make a brief description of how your characters look like? 

Melkias - you move into the tunnel quietly, watching where you put your feet.  As you get closer to the opening up ahead, you hear the faint sound of armor clanking.

Delg - perception check, please. 

Raya, Ajax, Mulligan - perception checks, please.

Brown, straight hair clumsily hangs over a furrowed, lively face. Glinting blue eyes, set graciously within their sockets, watch with tense alertness from the shadows, not wanting to alert the rogues that call this place home.
A scar reaching from just under the left eyebrow , first running towards thin lips and ending on his upper lip leaves an impression of a narrowly escaped con gone wrong.

This is the face of Melkias Longfoot of Stories, a true visionary among halflings. He stands tall among others of his race, despite his thin frame.

There's something charming about him, perhaps it's the gaudy clothing under his leather armor or perhaps it's simply his sense of humor which can be read from his grinning face. A rapier is clipped to his side, bearing an engraving, a gift from one of his more wealthy dalliances. A lute is strapped to his back, well worn and loved, made of mahogany and ivory.

Melkias moves quietly to investigate the source of the noise.

(Stealth Roll: 20 )

Melkias - you move closer to the noise and quietly enter a larger cavern.  You can make out a large crevasse in the middle of the area, over which hang two rope bridges, one north and one south.  There are a couple of stone pillars and near one of them is a dwarf - his armor is the source of the sounds you heard.  As you move, you hear something.

Melkias looks around nervously. This was NOT what he signed up for! Besides....he'd make a tasty snack at best. Focusing on the tasty. A halfling of his caliber was sure to be delicious.

He sticks to the shadows, unmoving, and tries to determine if this dwarf is one of the rogues, or someone that he can convince to help him WITHOUT getting eaten.

Delg - you don't see anyone.  You thought you heard something, but looking around, nothing catches your eye. 

Melkias - you see the dwarf looking around almost nervously.  He seems to be trying to be quiet. 

Melkias thinks to himself...

If HE'S trying to be quiet...he shouldn't be here either. And the enemy of my enemy should be my friend.

He steps out slightly from he shadows and whispers, "Hey....dwarf...did you hear that voice too?"

Delg swings to face the voice, cursing to himself at being caught off guard. 

He looks at the halfling, his eyes taking in the clothes and is not sure what make of them. But the steel at his side appears well-made.

"Thought I heard something. Then saw you." His voice is quiet as his hand tightens on the hammer. "Who are you?'

Melkias puts a finger to his lips.

"Sshhh", he whispers, "That...whatever it is that wants to eat me and end my beautiful existence could be near. Im Melkias, Melkias of Stories. Been around the world, I've done and seen...damnit, no time for a proper introduction. I've come seeking things that are mine, and it led me, a simple merchant, here. But given the circumstances...I'll stick with you for a while. As long as you don't hurt me. I'm fragile."

"I am Delg Helcral. I have come in search of my kin. I have no need of your trinkets or your death, if you have nothing to do with that." His voice grows more quiet as he walks toward the halfling. "If you can be of use to me, perhaps I can be to you."

Raya perception: 7

Melkias smiles, despite the spookiness of the situation.

"Trinkets, aye. But death...a big burly dwarf like you are strong enough to stave that off, eh? Perhaps we shall find my trinkets where your kin is. More the motivation to aid you on your, um...noble quest. After you, Sir Delg!", He whispers.

"Oh!", he exclaims silently to his new friend, "Am I the only one who hears a hungry voice?"

Delg cocks his head at the 'Sir', then shakes it. "No. But another time. Tell me of this voice."

He takes a slow look around. The bridges draw his attention.

"The lad knew of how to get down but not of what was here. I trust your blade is for use and not just for show. Hungry, you say?"

Melkias chuckles quietly.

"Aye, my blade is plenty deadly. My guile is even deadlier. There's a story behind that, but another time. You really can't hear the voice? It keeps asking to eat me. And I'm much too handsome to be eaten."