No chance for a short rest, at least not yet. You are all (except Scupper) in one of your rooms, contemplating what to do with your unconscious prisoner, when Varinth bursts in.
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Strix, who was busy trying to make a menacing array of implements on a side table (the pins, hammer and axe look the part but he's just not sure the flute really conveys what he's looking for), jumps in fright at Varinth's entrance, flinging his careful arrangement into the air.
Sleight of Hand : 7 <- (to give an idea of how much of it he's able to catch :D )
"They.... is him?" he asks once he's recovered, indicating the unconscious prisoner. "Ask where, will tell. Ventchly."
As he searches his pack in vain for a face peeler, he quietly wishes Scupper were here and resolves to pay a bit more attention this time to the process.
Gotcha, wasn't sure how much time had passed, and Incantis is almost passed out.
Incantis sits upright, having been laying down on the bed feeling the blood collect in his head. "Alright calm down, one thing at a time,"he says blearily, squinting through the fog of blood loss. "Who's 'they'?"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down he hands the invitation around. I don't know, these guys?! Who kidnaps a camel and the invites you to a ball?
Master Varinth Tannerman
You are cordially invited to attend the gala of Lord and Lady Divlayne at their residence in Waterdeep on the night of...
The invitation continues in flowery style, specifying a date four nights from now, and the location of the Divlayne mansion. The invitation is for Varinth and one other. It appears to be official - there is generous use of gold leaf and it's embossed with what appears to be a family seal or crest.
"What..?"Incantis replies quizzically. He takes the note and reads it, wracking his brains for any memories of mention of the Divlaynes. It stirs up nothing but a headache. "They left this in Soodi's place? This is either blackmail, ransom, or an unfortunate yet friendly coincidence, and I don't know that we've made many friends here...Do you recognize this name?"
I assume the "one other" is a general +1 and not another specific person?
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Dekhan looks at the note. You don't think that they intend to eat Soodi, do you? Also, if I were to get a good night's rest I could cast a spell to make our new friend tell the truth.
Incantis frowns musingly. "Who by the blackened sky invites someone to eat their own stolen livestock? There must be more to it."He's weary, and doesn't notice the knife fly in.
"Dekhan! Holes in the Dark, are you alright??"He bolts upright, looking wildly around the room.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix, you don't know where the blade that wounded Dekhan came from. One of life's mysteries.
(OOC : I had assumed initially that it was from the implements that went into the air but... Strix doesn't own a knife! :D) When, after a few moments growling out the window, no assailant makes themselves known, Strix announces "Clear!"and then sidles back into the room, surreptitiously moving his scattered belongings into a pile with his foot and performing squat-like exercises so he can pick them up behind his back and re-stow them without drawing any attention.
Incantis rubs his eyes blearily, coming fully into awareness and putting two and two together. "We're all over the place. I say we check in with Scupper and see if our temporary hideout is settled."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Dekhan sheathes Talon and rubs his bonked shoulder. Ahem, I think we're all wound a bit tight, perhaps a nights rest will do us good? We can keep our friend here bound and gagged and take turns watching over him. How does that sound to everyone? Dekhan asks as he stifles a yawn.
Varinth, still looking as though he went three rounds with a Honey Badger, heads down to the bar so he can drink himself into unconsciousness, knowing sleep will never come to him naturally at this point.
Okay, so Varinth is drinking himself to sleep, Dekhan is going to bed, is everyone else also planning to sleep and keep watch on the prisoner?
If so, I need a Perception check for the night from Dekhan, Incantis and Strix. The prisoner wakes up during first watch, though he remains gagged and in chains and unable to speak or move.
Scupper, you return late, at the end of first watch. You will need to sleep the rest of the night to avoid taking a point of exhaustion.
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No chance for a short rest, at least not yet. You are all (except Scupper) in one of your rooms, contemplating what to do with your unconscious prisoner, when Varinth bursts in.
Strix, who was busy trying to make a menacing array of implements on a side table (the pins, hammer and axe look the part but he's just not sure the flute really conveys what he's looking for), jumps in fright at Varinth's entrance, flinging his careful arrangement into the air.
Sleight of Hand : 7 <- (to give an idea of how much of it he's able to catch :D )
"They.... is him?" he asks once he's recovered, indicating the unconscious prisoner. "Ask where, will tell. Ventchly."
As he searches his pack in vain for a face peeler, he quietly wishes Scupper were here and resolves to pay a bit more attention this time to the process.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Gotcha, wasn't sure how much time had passed, and Incantis is almost passed out.
Incantis sits upright, having been laying down on the bed feeling the blood collect in his head. "Alright calm down, one thing at a time," he says blearily, squinting through the fog of blood loss. "Who's 'they'?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Strix, your tray of menacing implements goes flying in all directions. Dekhan, make a DEX saving throw.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down he hands the invitation around. I don't know, these guys?! Who kidnaps a camel and the invites you to a ball?
The invitation continues in flowery style, specifying a date four nights from now, and the location of the Divlayne mansion. The invitation is for Varinth and one other. It appears to be official - there is generous use of gold leaf and it's embossed with what appears to be a family seal or crest.
"What..?" Incantis replies quizzically. He takes the note and reads it, wracking his brains for any memories of mention of the Divlaynes. It stirs up nothing but a headache. "They left this in Soodi's place? This is either blackmail, ransom, or an unfortunate yet friendly coincidence, and I don't know that we've made many friends here...Do you recognize this name?"
I assume the "one other" is a general +1 and not another specific person?
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
(It is a general +1)
Dekhan looks at the note. You don't think that they intend to eat Soodi, do you? Also, if I were to get a good night's rest I could cast a spell to make our new friend tell the truth.
Dekhan, you take 3 damage as a weird little knife flies through the air and sticks into your arm.
Incantis frowns musingly. "Who by the blackened sky invites someone to eat their own stolen livestock? There must be more to it." He's weary, and doesn't notice the knife fly in.
"Dekhan! Holes in the Dark, are you alright??" He bolts upright, looking wildly around the room.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
What in the Nine Hells!?! Dekhan draws Talon and looks toward the source of the knife throw as he pulls the knife from his arm.
Varinth hardly notices the commotion set off by Stix's anti-deftness. He sits heavily next to the unconscious ruffian and takes a long swig.
Having moved quickly past hysterical into the calm place of disbelief he turns to compatriots and in a small voice asks
What do I wear?
Alarmed, Strix goes looking for the source of the dagger in Dekhans arm.
9 perception
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Strix, you don't know where the blade that wounded Dekhan came from. One of life's mysteries.
(OOC : I had assumed initially that it was from the implements that went into the air but... Strix doesn't own a knife! :D)
When, after a few moments growling out the window, no assailant makes themselves known, Strix announces "Clear!" and then sidles back into the room, surreptitiously moving his scattered belongings into a pile with his foot and performing squat-like exercises so he can pick them up behind his back and re-stow them without drawing any attention.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
(It was indeed from the implements. I had assumed there was a knife among them. Who tortures without a knife? Seriously?)
So Dekhan, you take that as bludgeoning damage instead of piercing, from some kind of small bone hammer I guess?
Incantis rubs his eyes blearily, coming fully into awareness and putting two and two together. "We're all over the place. I say we check in with Scupper and see if our temporary hideout is settled."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Dekhan sheathes Talon and rubs his bonked shoulder. Ahem, I think we're all wound a bit tight, perhaps a nights rest will do us good? We can keep our friend here bound and gagged and take turns watching over him. How does that sound to everyone? Dekhan asks as he stifles a yawn.
Varinth, still looking as though he went three rounds with a Honey Badger, heads down to the bar so he can drink himself into unconsciousness, knowing sleep will never come to him naturally at this point.
Okay, so Varinth is drinking himself to sleep, Dekhan is going to bed, is everyone else also planning to sleep and keep watch on the prisoner?
If so, I need a Perception check for the night from Dekhan, Incantis and Strix. The prisoner wakes up during first watch, though he remains gagged and in chains and unable to speak or move.
Scupper, you return late, at the end of first watch. You will need to sleep the rest of the night to avoid taking a point of exhaustion.