Elon checks his things. He moves the fireball necklace from his backpack to a pouch on his belt....Elon has never really liked fire but you never know when you might need something like this.
He looks at Silve and gives him a nod and a smile "let's get going....friend" then follows behind Vassa.
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Bason will get his gear together and head out. "So... what are we suppose to do out front? Dance and sing? Cause if I dance and sing, I'll guarantee that will cause them to lock up there gates and close there windows!"
Silver just raises his glass taking a sip as the armor's illusion forms a hood and mouth covering for him and his hands check his equipment "I'm ready - as far as what you need to do cause a distraction for us quiet types to get around back. Make yourself seem drunk or something? We should really look at finding a way to communicate with each other over long distances."
"Ohh do we really all have to drink on this. It seems so needlessly macho. And I'm hurt that you don't think I already have your backs, it's all I have done after every foolhardy thing you have gotten into time and time again. And I'm a priestess of Mystra and a Harper, we do not go around lying."
Phaedra takes a sip of the drink and screws her nose up. "I can't believe you suggested we put blood in that, next your going to tell me your a warlock" she says, rolling her eyes.
Checking her gear, adjusting her armour and shield which are emblazoned with symbols of Mystra and making sure her mace was slang, Phaedra sighs with frustration. She stows away the little gadget that she was given by the priestess of Gond and then ties her hair up.
"I suggest we take some red source Bason. We will cover you in it and say that you, who will be drunk, got attached by some evil Xanathar thug. Sorry Silver, but... some of them are nasty and basically just thugs. And I can be the kind priestess who just happened by and is trying to save you? And your bad acting will just help to ham up how bad the injury is."
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Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Silver just chuckles "No, just a loveable rogue my dear."he looks around as everyone finishes their drink and nods "Couldn't agree more, shouldn't ever trust anyone in Xanathar. They are a nasty lot from what I understand."
The party makes it's way to the estate in question. As the they get about half a block away, right before splitting up, Kestrell and Phaedra (due to passive perception), and Vassa (due to perception roll) hear a lot of noise coming from the Gralhund Villa. By the time you all make it to the corner of Saerdown and Pony streets the rest of you hear it as well. Clear signs of fighting are coming from the inside of the estate. You hear the sounds of swords hitting shields and people yelling.You notice others have stopped on the streets and are listening to the commotion.
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On the walk over, Vassa chuckles regarding Bason's remark about his singing, as well as the banter between Phaedra and Silver. Craning his neck to scan the surrounding rooftops, the amused bard says,
"Come now, Bason. I'm sure that you have a lovely singing voice. Stong and thick... like some of your brews, I imagine.
Say, that was a great idea about being attacked, Phae! We're a group of friends out on a revel who got jumped by some eye-ball tattoo sporting thugs and we followed them back to the estate. Of course we'd insist on being allowed in or given an audience with the Mistress of the manor. Perfect!"
Taking some ale out, Vassa pours some over himself and Bason. Turning towards Phaedra, the half-drow raises his arm but at a decidely frosty look from the priestess he stops and smiles meekly instead. Pulling his disguise kit from his pack, the bard adds a few quick touches here and there - a few blotchy bruises, a little fake blood, a few minor clothing tears, etc.
"Excellent! I will say, Phae, that you might want to leave the tall tales to me when we get to the estate... if you have a problem with... err, bending the truth a bit, that is. Though I must have missed the bit in the code forbidding little ol' white lies."
Hearing the commotion as they approach the villa, Vassa grimaces and with a wink at Phaedra murmers,
"Well, it looks like the show may have started without us. This may call for some improvisation, my friends, so step lightly and think quickly. Oh, and Phae, have I told you that your hair looks especially lustrous tonight? Are you using a new shampoo?"
[OOC] Vassa uses bardic inspiration on Phaedra (1d6 on any die roll, can be added after the original result is seen), then moves to the deeper evening shadows along the edge of the shops and buildings, making his way quietly to where he can see what is going on at the Gralhund villa: stealth: 24
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Hearing the noise as they get closer, Elon looks at Silver and Selinae, gives them a nod "lets get inside" He begins moving to the estate quickly and silently as possible.
Hearing the noise as they get closer, Elon looks at Silver and Selinae, gives them a nod "lets get inside" He begins moving to the estate quickly and silently as possible.
Stealth 19
Selinae nodded pulled up a scarf about her face and slipped towards the wall level with the trees she had seen earlier, and then attempted to leap up the wall.....
Kestrell races up to the closest part of the stone wall, leaps over Selinae as she falls back to the bottom of the wall, shouts "Nice try, Serenaid, next time use your hands! Let me show you!" And attempt to climb the wall and sit on top.
Kes and Sal, I wasn't clear on where you were trying to jump the fence, so left you all together on Saerdoun Street. Let me know if the two of you went to a different side.
The wall to the left of where everyone is standing on the map below is the villa itself, so 40+ foot wall. That includes all of Pony Street and the section on Horn from the door down to Pony Street.
If you don't like the token I'm using for you, send me a better one. Tokens in photo below are in order: Kes, Sel, Silver, Elon, Phae, Bason, Vassa.
As he gets closer to the estate, Vassa realises that the chaos of the situation probably negates the need for stealth. Seeing group two trying to scale the wall, the bard calls out to Phaedra and Bason as he starts to run towards what looks like the front gate to the Villa,
"Well, I think we'd best find out what's going on as quickly as we can!"
"As he reaches what he though were the front gates, the bard realises that these thick, functional but unadorned doors cannot be the estate's main gates. So instead the bard runs around the walls, looking for an entrance or signs of the combatants.
[OOC] Sorry, misread the initial post saying that we heard the noise before splitting up. Is that the Villa gate to the right of us? If so, Vassa is running that way. Hopefully his previous perception check is still active, but if a second one is needed: 14
*Roger, roger. Edited to account for Vassa running around looking for the front door. >_<
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[OOC] Sorry, misread the initial post saying that we heard the noise before splitting up. Is that the Villa gate to the right of us? If so, Vassa is running that way. Hopefully his previous perception check is still active, but if a second one is needed: 14
Negative, that's the stable. And it'd take a battering ram to bust open the stable door. The front gate/door is on Horn Street.
Elon checks his things. He moves the fireball necklace from his backpack to a pouch on his belt....Elon has never really liked fire but you never know when you might need something like this.
He looks at Silve and gives him a nod and a smile "let's get going....friend" then follows behind Vassa.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Bason will get his gear together and head out. "So... what are we suppose to do out front? Dance and sing? Cause if I dance and sing, I'll guarantee that will cause them to lock up there gates and close there windows!"
Silver just raises his glass taking a sip as the armor's illusion forms a hood and mouth covering for him and his hands check his equipment "I'm ready - as far as what you need to do cause a distraction for us quiet types to get around back. Make yourself seem drunk or something? We should really look at finding a way to communicate with each other over long distances."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"Ohh do we really all have to drink on this. It seems so needlessly macho. And I'm hurt that you don't think I already have your backs, it's all I have done after every foolhardy thing you have gotten into time and time again. And I'm a priestess of Mystra and a Harper, we do not go around lying."
Phaedra takes a sip of the drink and screws her nose up. "I can't believe you suggested we put blood in that, next your going to tell me your a warlock" she says, rolling her eyes.
Checking her gear, adjusting her armour and shield which are emblazoned with symbols of Mystra and making sure her mace was slang, Phaedra sighs with frustration. She stows away the little gadget that she was given by the priestess of Gond and then ties her hair up.
"I suggest we take some red source Bason. We will cover you in it and say that you, who will be drunk, got attached by some evil Xanathar thug. Sorry Silver, but... some of them are nasty and basically just thugs. And I can be the kind priestess who just happened by and is trying to save you? And your bad acting will just help to ham up how bad the injury is."
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Silver just chuckles "No, just a loveable rogue my dear." he looks around as everyone finishes their drink and nods "Couldn't agree more, shouldn't ever trust anyone in Xanathar. They are a nasty lot from what I understand."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
The party makes it's way to the estate in question. As the they get about half a block away, right before splitting up, Kestrell and Phaedra (due to passive perception), and Vassa (due to perception roll) hear a lot of noise coming from the Gralhund Villa. By the time you all make it to the corner of Saerdown and Pony streets the rest of you hear it as well. Clear signs of fighting are coming from the inside of the estate. You hear the sounds of swords hitting shields and people yelling.You notice others have stopped on the streets and are listening to the commotion.
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
On the walk over, Vassa chuckles regarding Bason's remark about his singing, as well as the banter between Phaedra and Silver. Craning his neck to scan the surrounding rooftops, the amused bard says,
"Come now, Bason. I'm sure that you have a lovely singing voice. Stong and thick... like some of your brews, I imagine.
Say, that was a great idea about being attacked, Phae! We're a group of friends out on a revel who got jumped by some eye-ball tattoo sporting thugs and we followed them back to the estate. Of course we'd insist on being allowed in or given an audience with the Mistress of the manor. Perfect!"
Taking some ale out, Vassa pours some over himself and Bason. Turning towards Phaedra, the half-drow raises his arm but at a decidely frosty look from the priestess he stops and smiles meekly instead. Pulling his disguise kit from his pack, the bard adds a few quick touches here and there - a few blotchy bruises, a little fake blood, a few minor clothing tears, etc.
"Excellent! I will say, Phae, that you might want to leave the tall tales to me when we get to the estate... if you have a problem with... err, bending the truth a bit, that is. Though I must have missed the bit in the code forbidding little ol' white lies."
Hearing the commotion as they approach the villa, Vassa grimaces and with a wink at Phaedra murmers,
"Well, it looks like the show may have started without us. This may call for some improvisation, my friends, so step lightly and think quickly. Oh, and Phae, have I told you that your hair looks especially lustrous tonight? Are you using a new shampoo?"
[OOC] Vassa uses bardic inspiration on Phaedra (1d6 on any die roll, can be added after the original result is seen), then moves to the deeper evening shadows along the edge of the shops and buildings, making his way quietly to where he can see what is going on at the Gralhund villa: stealth: 24
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Hearing the noise as they get closer, Elon looks at Silver and Selinae, gives them a nod "lets get inside" He begins moving to the estate quickly and silently as possible.
Stealth 10
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
As soon as Kestrell hears this he breaks into a run and shouts "QUICKLY, SOMEONE IS FIGHTING!"
OOC: Does it sound like they are inside the manor or in the lawn inside the fence?
Both. And from the sounds of it, it's quite a few folks.
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
Selinae nodded pulled up a scarf about her face and slipped towards the wall level with the trees she had seen earlier, and then attempted to leap up the wall.....
Stealth:5
Athletics:26
Perception:16
FFS.....a 1.....
Kestrell races up to the closest part of the stone wall, leaps over Selinae as she falls back to the bottom of the wall, shouts "Nice try, Serenaid, next time use your hands! Let me show you!" And attempt to climb the wall and sit on top.
4
oOC: hahaha! Ok, inspiration: 12
Grunting through gritted teeth: "Almost there!"
Selinae was mildly comforted by Kestrel failing even more spectacularly than her but she was sure Silver wasn't impressed....
OOC:
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
Kestrell ran straight to the closest section of the wall to him when he heard the fighting.
As he gets closer to the estate, Vassa realises that the chaos of the situation probably negates the need for stealth. Seeing group two trying to scale the wall, the bard calls out to Phaedra and Bason as he starts to run towards what looks like the front gate to the Villa,
"Well, I think we'd best find out what's going on as quickly as we can!"
"As he reaches what he though were the front gates, the bard realises that these thick, functional but unadorned doors cannot be the estate's main gates. So instead the bard runs around the walls, looking for an entrance or signs of the combatants.
[OOC] Sorry, misread the initial post saying that we heard the noise before splitting up. Is that the Villa gate to the right of us? If so, Vassa is running that way. Hopefully his previous perception check is still active, but if a second one is needed: 14
*Roger, roger. Edited to account for Vassa running around looking for the front door. >_<
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Negative, that's the stable. And it'd take a battering ram to bust open the stable door. The front gate/door is on Horn Street.
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
OOC: Selinae ran to where she saw the trees earlier so that she can move from wall to trees to manor without touching ground.
Silver begins to move towards Kestrell and Selinae quietly as he holds a finger to his lips, working to climb over the wall.
OOC:
stealth check: 22
athletics check: 14
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
OOC:
Using Silvers inspiration to reroll the athletics check: 13
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9