Misha made a face to herself as if she got a question wrong on a test. "Yes!" she nodded in understanding. 'Is what I meant. Next lifetime, have Jeel as Headmaster Emeritus, not Zaedriana." She suddenly looked up and around nervously to make sure no one was listening. "Mean no offense, Headmaster." she laughed a bit nervously.
Natasha stifles a laugh at the paladin's quote, but ultimately tries to stay quiet. Ella es preciosa. She draws her bow and readies an arrow from her quiver and takes a look over to see if she could spot the person Misha had seen.
Perception: 15 Stealth (if needed): 25
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
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Brazen follows behind Phantom, he keeps himself as quiet as possible. Not sure he can follow as easily he will attempt to keep track of Phantom from the outside:
Not noticing anything and not wanting to sabotage her hidden companions, Jill dispels the Crimson Rite, ending the Radiant effect on Ruin. She whispers to Misha. "What is everyone looking around for? Shouldn't we be kicking this door in and attacking our enemies?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Misha quickly raises her index finger, putting it on Jill's lips in a humorous manner as she looks off at the building. She turns her head slowly to Jill, smiles devilishly, and nods her head once in the direction of where she thinks she saw (the two new players) on the roof, creeping, and she points in that direction, taking her finger off her lips.
Brazen ask Phantom what he sees? He says silently "We are after this crazy disease and Ermine who is trying to spread it. I feel though that we may not be alone." He is noticing small movements in the area around the warehouse. "There may be others with their own agenda."
Kelric slips inside the building with the ease of a shadow, unaware that Ghost has performed a similar maneuver, entering through an upper window.
The warehouse is lit by a single lantern which hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the decaying remains of several wooden crates. At the far end of the room a pale woman in a stained lab coat and a diminutive man with muscular arms crossed over his chest and a black ponytail stand beside a wooden table. On the table a bear of a man sits rubbing his arm while the woman cleans a metal syringe. Off to one side a man with a mane of golden hair is yelling at the two thugs you fought, who are currently cowering in fear.
"You blithering idiots! The game's up now! When rumors of a wererat get out, we'll have the authorities on our asses within the week!"
One of the thugs shuffles uncomfortably. "Sorry boss. At least we know Ermine's serum works."
The woman in the lab coat turns. "At the cost of a mental relapse. I need more time if I am to perfect the serum... time I do not have if word gets out."
"What are you waiting for! " The gold-haired man roars as the two thugs make no moves. " Find those meddlers and finish the job!"
The two thugs scurry to comply, muttering promises of success and stumbling out a back door.
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Telepathically to Brazen "She's here and going to pay."
Phantom then walks along the rafters until directly over the woman. He waits until the sounds of the two thugs die away before dropping onto her and trying to bite her jugular (Primal Savagery Hit: 23 Damage: 7 (acid))
Brazen will attempt to follow Phantom as he climbs the side of the warehouse. He throws his rope up to Phantom so he can tie it off and uses it to climb up the side: acrobatics22
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Misha nods to Jill, adjusts her shield arm, and firms the grip on her hammer. With a heavy shoulder slam, she busts through the warehouse door.
"Knock knock!" she yells, walking into the warehouse. "Who is there? Misha, the "Strange Peeple Poking Animal Peeple With Needles Inspector!" Time for check up, ya? Everybody relaxing, now!"
Perception: 15
At least it wasn't a nat1, then I would have been in the wrong building.
Seeing Misha enter the building, Jill turns to Natasha and Kelric. "Voilà le soldat pour l'honneur et la gloire,tant pis pour la furtivité. Come, let's go follow her. We still need one of them alive."
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Kleric's words had made Natasha more worried. "If there's more people then we need to be very careful--" She cuts herself off at the sound of Misha busting down the door like some sort of brute looking for a fight. "Or... Not..." The elf laughs a quiet nervous laugh and stalks behind the others when they rejoin with the paladin, staying at the very back to give herself some needed distance to make her shots worth anything.
((as of my post i cant look at my character sheet so if you need me to roll somethin tell me and ill edit my post, hopefully by then the sheet issue is fixed!))
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Legion Commander Taetanicus taught her many things. One particular moment she remembered dearly when she was 17. The Code of Behavior.
With the slightest motion, Taetanicus called her over. She had spent all day running and exercising on the Second Layer and was red in the face, like the color of her sweaty matted hair. She panted heavily, sweat dripping freely. She kneeled and held her head low in respect, her short black off duty tunic barely covering anything, her body revealing detailed evidence of a life so far of war, training, and exercise.
"Hear the teaching of Our Master General, Bane. We are a great society that respects laws and strict order, but life, beauty, truth, freedom, and the like are held as valueless, or at least scorned. By adhering to stringent discipline, our people hope to impose their yoke upon our worlds. However, all order is not good, nor are all laws beneficial. Remember this. Acheronians consider order as the means by which each group is properly placed in the cosmos, from the lowest to the highest, strongest first, weakest last. Good is seen as an excuse to promote the mediocrity of the whole and suppress the better and more capable, while we allow each group to structure itself and fix its place as compared to others, serving the stronger, but being served by the weaker. Remember this, Misha."
Misha remained still until her martial commander was done tutoring. "By your command, Taetanicus, I will be strong, and conquer the weak. I will respect the laws, the order, and bring honor to our people."
"The expression is 'Keep your eyes peeled' but you got it close enough."
Perception:13
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Misha made a face to herself as if she got a question wrong on a test. "Yes!" she nodded in understanding. 'Is what I meant. Next lifetime, have Jeel as Headmaster Emeritus, not Zaedriana." She suddenly looked up and around nervously to make sure no one was listening. "Mean no offense, Headmaster." she laughed a bit nervously.
(I'm just waiting for Laserwhit to acquaint himself with the story before continuing.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Natasha stifles a laugh at the paladin's quote, but ultimately tries to stay quiet. Ella es preciosa. She draws her bow and readies an arrow from her quiver and takes a look over to see if she could spot the person Misha had seen.
Perception: 15
Stealth (if needed): 25
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Brazen follows behind Phantom, he keeps himself as quiet as possible. Not sure he can follow as easily he will attempt to keep track of Phantom from the outside:
Stealth: 19 Perception: 14
Lot's of stuff ...
Not noticing anything and not wanting to sabotage her hidden companions, Jill dispels the Crimson Rite, ending the Radiant effect on Ruin. She whispers to Misha. "What is everyone looking around for? Shouldn't we be kicking this door in and attacking our enemies?"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Misha quickly raises her index finger, putting it on Jill's lips in a humorous manner as she looks off at the building. She turns her head slowly to Jill, smiles devilishly, and nods her head once in the direction of where she thinks she saw (the two new players) on the roof, creeping, and she points in that direction, taking her finger off her lips.
Brazen ask Phantom what he sees? He says silently "We are after this crazy disease and Ermine who is trying to spread it. I feel though that we may not be alone." He is noticing small movements in the area around the warehouse. "There may be others with their own agenda."
Lot's of stuff ...
Kelric will attempt to stealthily open the door
Kelric slips inside the building with the ease of a shadow, unaware that Ghost has performed a similar maneuver, entering through an upper window.
The warehouse is lit by a single lantern which hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the decaying remains of several wooden crates. At the far end of the room a pale woman in a stained lab coat and a diminutive man with muscular arms crossed over his chest and a black ponytail stand beside a wooden table. On the table a bear of a man sits rubbing his arm while the woman cleans a metal syringe. Off to one side a man with a mane of golden hair is yelling at the two thugs you fought, who are currently cowering in fear.
"You blithering idiots! The game's up now! When rumors of a wererat get out, we'll have the authorities on our asses within the week!"
One of the thugs shuffles uncomfortably. "Sorry boss. At least we know Ermine's serum works."
The woman in the lab coat turns. "At the cost of a mental relapse. I need more time if I am to perfect the serum... time I do not have if word gets out."
"What are you waiting for! " The gold-haired man roars as the two thugs make no moves. " Find those meddlers and finish the job!"
The two thugs scurry to comply, muttering promises of success and stumbling out a back door.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Jill turns towards her two remaining compatriots and whispers. "Should we follow him in?"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Telepathically to Brazen "She's here and going to pay."
Phantom then walks along the rafters until directly over the woman. He waits until the sounds of the two thugs die away before dropping onto her and trying to bite her jugular (Primal Savagery Hit: 23 Damage: 7 (acid))
(Acrobatics if needed 21)
Brazen will attempt to follow Phantom as he climbs the side of the warehouse. He throws his rope up to Phantom so he can tie it off and uses it to climb up the side: acrobatics 22
Lot's of stuff ...
Kelric will go back out to the group "There's two coming from the building one woman and one man inside still"
"Okay, well that is four and we are four, so we are even. I believe that we should go in and get some answers as to what is happening here."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Misha nods to Jill, adjusts her shield arm, and firms the grip on her hammer. With a heavy shoulder slam, she busts through the warehouse door.
"Knock knock!" she yells, walking into the warehouse. "Who is there? Misha, the "Strange Peeple Poking Animal Peeple With Needles Inspector!" Time for check up, ya? Everybody relaxing, now!"
Perception: 15
At least it wasn't a nat1, then I would have been in the wrong building.
Seeing Misha enter the building, Jill turns to Natasha and Kelric. "Voilà le soldat pour l'honneur et la gloire,tant pis pour la furtivité. Come, let's go follow her. We still need one of them alive."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Kleric's words had made Natasha more worried. "If there's more people then we need to be very careful--" She cuts herself off at the sound of Misha busting down the door like some sort of brute looking for a fight. "Or... Not..." The elf laughs a quiet nervous laugh and stalks behind the others when they rejoin with the paladin, staying at the very back to give herself some needed distance to make her shots worth anything.
((as of my post i cant look at my character sheet so if you need me to roll somethin tell me and ill edit my post, hopefully by then the sheet issue is fixed!))
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Misha didn't have time for doors.
Legion Commander Taetanicus taught her many things. One particular moment she remembered dearly when she was 17. The Code of Behavior.
With the slightest motion, Taetanicus called her over. She had spent all day running and exercising on the Second Layer and was red in the face, like the color of her sweaty matted hair. She panted heavily, sweat dripping freely. She kneeled and held her head low in respect, her short black off duty tunic barely covering anything, her body revealing detailed evidence of a life so far of war, training, and exercise.
"Hear the teaching of Our Master General, Bane. We are a great society that respects laws and strict order, but life, beauty, truth, freedom, and the like are held as valueless, or at least scorned. By adhering to stringent discipline, our people hope to impose their yoke upon our worlds. However, all order is not good, nor are all laws beneficial. Remember this. Acheronians consider order as the means by which each group is properly placed in the cosmos, from the lowest to the highest, strongest first, weakest last. Good is seen as an excuse to promote the mediocrity of the whole and suppress the better and more capable, while we allow each group to structure itself and fix its place as compared to others, serving the stronger, but being served by the weaker. Remember this, Misha."
Misha remained still until her martial commander was done tutoring. "By your command, Taetanicus, I will be strong, and conquer the weak. I will respect the laws, the order, and bring honor to our people."
"So much for the element of surprise" Kelric will attempt to climb to the roof
Acrobatics: 13 (if you wanted athletics take 4 away