"Yeah I agree Warren, if someone is still inside or for us actually, keeping the gate safe will allow to have at least a slight defense against whatever evils that fog could summon"
"I can try to climb yeah, please help me,on the other side, I have a rope and could use it to help you back..lets do it"
Artos tries to climb the gate taking advantage of Warren help
Manor Walls.The walls are 10 feet tall and can be scaled with a DC 13 Strength (Athletics) check.
Artos:
Artos attempts to climb the wall, but finds the slippery surface of the granite from last night's pouring rain to be far too much. No matter how much he tries, he is unable to scale the wall, even with Warren's help.
Warren vaults the wall with ease, rolling into the terrace on the other side. After the roll, he stops on his knees, striking a manly man's pose. After a few seconds he gets to work with tying a rope onto a secure place.
Warren is now looking around for a tree that he can tie a 50 foot rope to to help the others abseil up and down the wall with ease.... Or see if the gate can be opened from that side.
Warren vaults over the wall effortlessly, like he was born all his his life jumping fences and borders and whatnot. He finds a nearby tree trunk to secure his rope to, allowing anyone to cross up and over without any check.
All Players:
The party now has a better look of the manor proper. A long path leads up to the front door of the manor, complete with a porch and several barred up windows. There seems to be a path that bends around to the backyard as well.
Artos looks around, even beside this great walls, the manor and his family keep the windows barred, no one is safe nowhere in this city, the most concern he has nevertheless, is the fact that the bell turns into ashes in few seconds after he use the clapper, and no-one is coming for theme. Bad news for now, the manor could be in trouble or worst, good news, any perils should be coming by now or...waiting in the darkness for ambush...no so very good news indeed...thinking on this the fire genasi kneels and try to examine the main path leading to the front door for any traces even if he is not so habit
"We should try to enter I think, its strange no-one coming for us, I start to think the worst, Orryn would you please check the entrance for any trap? Just to be sure that who want to keep the wolves or whatever creature coming out from the fog don't hurt us instead"
Artos takes a moment to look around, scanning the trail and the grasses around for tracks. The ground seems rather clean, like not many have walked around here in a very long time. He does spot some squashed grass closer toward the manor, a single set of footprints, indicating only one person who's been around here. The trail seems lightly used as well, with only one or two people having crossed it over the past few days. The compound seems very much abandoned.
Orryn:
Orryn dips down low, sneaks up to the iron-barred windows of the manor. As he comes closer, he can see it's a two-story building, with apparently an attic above it. The velvet curtains have been drawn back and tied off, allowing him to peer inside to the living room. The fireplace inside is crackling softly, illuminating the couches aligned in a small U-shape in-front of it. The couches surround a coffee table, now holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate sitting on a silver plate.
A couple of feet away from the cup of hot chocolate, a young girl sits with a book in her lap. Her shoulder-length, curly brown hair ravels around the side of her head, her soft cheeks and smooth, light skin radiates of a hint of beauty. She's wearing noble clothes, a brown and golden dress that seems to flow in curves around her. The most notable feature of the girl however was the velvet patch tied around her left eye.
Komoi collects himself after landing heavily on the other side of the gate. He wasn't particularly skilled in climbing after all, and more than likely wouldn't have made it over without the rope. He dusts himself off before standing on his tip toes like Orryn, staring into the window. The goblin's plush hood covers much of his bulbous melon head as he stares at the girl inside. He grins and taps on the glass, eyes flitting over to the steaming cup.
"Hi lady! Are you going to drink that? Can I drink that?" The goblin shouts at the glass so that he can be heard by the girl.
The girl's eyes widen as Komoi cries out at her. She jolts from the couch, then immediately spins around it and uses the furniture as cover. She calls out to someone deeper in the house and runs off inside. Her book and cup of hot chocolate is abandoned there on the table.
It's not long before the sounds of footsteps begins approaching the door. A single slider at waist-height for standard humanoids slides over an inch, and a distinguished, but edged voice calls out. "What foul beast seeks to disturb the Smith household? Disarm yourself at once, or be prepared to taste the iron of blade and blood!" More footsteps echo deeper in the house, likely the girl retreating to the upper floor of the manor.
Komoi glances over at the window before looking towards the door. He frowns and looks left, then right. With a shrug he begins tugging at his arm with his other.
"Give me a second. Arms are hard to remove. Though I've never done this before..." The goblin murmurs distractedly as much of his focus is currently on trying to yank his arm off.
Warren splays a hand out towards Komoi, as if signalling him to stop doing that to himself.
"Komoi, don't. The fact that you put away your drum for a moment is enough. We may want to not cause a ruckus via self-mutilation."
Warren redirects his attention to the person who is peeking out of the slider, slowly approaching the person at the door.
"Please, calm yourself. We mean no harm. We simply seek an audience with the mayor. And before you ask, the bell fell apart when we tried to ring it."
Warren takes off his helm and puts it under the crook of his right arm, revealing his young, disarming face. In fact it may weird people out that he sounds older than he looks. Might just be the echo of the helm making his voice deeper.
"We wish to address the problems that involve Fabled Heights and the fog. Among other details, we beseech thine knowledge, for we are in need of information."
Artos step behind Warren but in plain sight of the man on the door, he has to contain a laugh cause Komoi 's show was weird indeed but he lift his hands in a peaceful sign trying to produce the most reassuring smile he can
"Listen the Paladin good man, we are here to help, even our odd friend here.."
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All Players:
A soft gasp of horror comes from the other side of the door as Komoi attempts to literally disarm himself. His skeptical eyes pour over Warren through the slit in the door, then over to Artos and his soft words.
Warren makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check to attempt to persuade the man that they are here to help. Artos gives the Help action.
Warren makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check! 1d20.advantage() + 3 = 9
He doesn't seem quite convinced at Warren's words, but when his eyes cross over Artos, his gaze lightens. "I once had a close friend who shared your kin, gensai," the man says to him. "The man was a loyal knight who gave his life to protect myself and Nalia." There's a long, solemn moment as he scans the others through the peephole in the door before the latch closes.
When it reopens, a tall, distinguished man stands on the other side, He's completely bald, with sleek narrowed lines for eyebrows and a mustache that's trimmed in the center. He wears a black suit and tie with white gloves, and has a jeweled rapier in one hand.
"My name is Bartholomew, but you may call me Bart. If you truly are here to assist and not rob me, on Cruise's honor and his valiant sacrifice, I will help you."
After closing the door behind the party, he leads them into the parlor that the young girl was sitting in earlier. The fireplace continues to crackle, and the hot cup of chocolate continues to steam on the coffee table. By far, this is the nicest place the party have seen or been in thus far.
Bart gestures for the party to sit, then takes a seat himself on the other side. He stows his rapier at his side, but continues to watch them with careful eyes. "So," he says. "What do you wish to know?"
Komoi ceases his attempts to remove his arm, the goblin's spectacle little more than comical. He follows the group into the parlor before making a beeline for the hot chocolate. He picks it up with one hand and covers one eye with his free hand. The goblin looks around with his uncovered eye before heading towards the door, apparently on a mission.
Before entering the house, Warren collects the rope from the tree to remove the possibility of unwanted guests. As he takes a seat in the parlor. He sets his helm on the table before beginning his inquiries.
"Word around town is that this town is under a curse, primarily due to the nature of adventurers going into a ruin that was long forgotten. We were wishing to talk to the mayor about the entire situation, should it be necessary."
Artos enters the house respectfully and gazing around in appreciation of what he sees.
"Nice words to spent on my kin good man, genasi can be loyal and trusty, with an inch of foolishness, if he was of the very same kin, nothing that could yet invalidate a well trained and valiant knight at the end"
"Nonetheless, even I am a fresh man, I can well understand that even a kin comes earlier on a first sight, at the end are your deeds that define you entirely, as a matter of fact, despite his appearance our little friend here, Komoi, is respectful, I swear, on my name that is Artos Krit, nice to meet you both and alive specially"
Artos leaves Warren to introduce the conversation and takes a sit in the parlor
"Yes Bart, we came here have more informations, if there is a best place to hunt this spirit, everything helpful"
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"Yeah I agree Warren, if someone is still inside or for us actually, keeping the gate safe will allow to have at least a slight defense against whatever evils that fog could summon"
"I can try to climb yeah, please help me,on the other side, I have a rope and could use it to help you back..lets do it"
Artos tries to climb the gate taking advantage of Warren help
Athletic check: 11
Warren:
Artos:
Artos attempts to climb the wall, but finds the slippery surface of the granite from last night's pouring rain to be far too much. No matter how much he tries, he is unable to scale the wall, even with Warren's help.
"Hmm... Wait here a moment."
Warren backs up a few feet, running at the wall to highjump to gain purchase on the top.
Warren Athletics check (Scale wall.): 26
Warren vaults the wall with ease, rolling into the terrace on the other side. After the roll, he stops on his knees, striking a manly man's pose. After a few seconds he gets to work with tying a rope onto a secure place.
Warren is now looking around for a tree that he can tie a 50 foot rope to to help the others abseil up and down the wall with ease.... Or see if the gate can be opened from that side.
Orryns voice echo's over the wall
"You could have just thrown me! That was pretty good though."
Orryn will wait patiently for the rope.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Warren:
Warren vaults over the wall effortlessly, like he was born all his his life jumping fences and borders and whatnot. He finds a nearby tree trunk to secure his rope to, allowing anyone to cross up and over without any check.
All Players:
The party now has a better look of the manor proper. A long path leads up to the front door of the manor, complete with a porch and several barred up windows. There seems to be a path that bends around to the backyard as well.
"Well, we haven't time to dally. Let us advance toward our collective goal. Now, please scale the wall one at a time."
He tosses a good remainder of the rope over the wall after he ties a portion to the tree trunk.
"Form up, and stay behind me. I'd like to think we're safe, but one cannot be too sure after what we saw last night."
Artos looks around, even beside this great walls, the manor and his family keep the windows barred, no one is safe nowhere in this city, the most concern he has nevertheless, is the fact that the bell turns into ashes in few seconds after he use the clapper, and no-one is coming for theme. Bad news for now, the manor could be in trouble or worst, good news, any perils should be coming by now or...waiting in the darkness for ambush...no so very good news indeed...thinking on this the fire genasi kneels and try to examine the main path leading to the front door for any traces even if he is not so habit
"We should try to enter I think, its strange no-one coming for us, I start to think the worst, Orryn would you please check the entrance for any trap? Just to be sure that who want to keep the wolves or whatever creature coming out from the fog don't hurt us instead"
Survival check for prints: 16
ooc: we are already in Chai :D
Orryn will give a quick glance around the property, then assumes a tip toe posture and attempts to sneak up to the window to look inside.
Sneak; 8
Perception looking through the window; 21
OOC: sorry guys. mid-terms. my brain has been jello for the last couple of weeks, might take me a minute to get my head back in the game.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Artos:
Artos takes a moment to look around, scanning the trail and the grasses around for tracks. The ground seems rather clean, like not many have walked around here in a very long time. He does spot some squashed grass closer toward the manor, a single set of footprints, indicating only one person who's been around here. The trail seems lightly used as well, with only one or two people having crossed it over the past few days. The compound seems very much abandoned.
Orryn:
Orryn dips down low, sneaks up to the iron-barred windows of the manor. As he comes closer, he can see it's a two-story building, with apparently an attic above it. The velvet curtains have been drawn back and tied off, allowing him to peer inside to the living room. The fireplace inside is crackling softly, illuminating the couches aligned in a small U-shape in-front of it. The couches surround a coffee table, now holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate sitting on a silver plate.
A couple of feet away from the cup of hot chocolate, a young girl sits with a book in her lap. Her shoulder-length, curly brown hair ravels around the side of her head, her soft cheeks and smooth, light skin radiates of a hint of beauty. She's wearing noble clothes, a brown and golden dress that seems to flow in curves around her. The most notable feature of the girl however was the velvet patch tied around her left eye.
Orryn will join back with the group to share the information with them.
"Do you think we should knock on the window. She was very pretty. Pretty people usually don't kill you on sight right?"
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Komoi collects himself after landing heavily on the other side of the gate. He wasn't particularly skilled in climbing after all, and more than likely wouldn't have made it over without the rope. He dusts himself off before standing on his tip toes like Orryn, staring into the window. The goblin's plush hood covers much of his bulbous melon head as he stares at the girl inside. He grins and taps on the glass, eyes flitting over to the steaming cup.
"Hi lady! Are you going to drink that? Can I drink that?" The goblin shouts at the glass so that he can be heard by the girl.
Komoi:
The girl's eyes widen as Komoi cries out at her. She jolts from the couch, then immediately spins around it and uses the furniture as cover. She calls out to someone deeper in the house and runs off inside. Her book and cup of hot chocolate is abandoned there on the table.
It's not long before the sounds of footsteps begins approaching the door. A single slider at waist-height for standard humanoids slides over an inch, and a distinguished, but edged voice calls out. "What foul beast seeks to disturb the Smith household? Disarm yourself at once, or be prepared to taste the iron of blade and blood!" More footsteps echo deeper in the house, likely the girl retreating to the upper floor of the manor.
Komoi glances over at the window before looking towards the door. He frowns and looks left, then right. With a shrug he begins tugging at his arm with his other.
"Give me a second. Arms are hard to remove. Though I've never done this before..." The goblin murmurs distractedly as much of his focus is currently on trying to yank his arm off.
Warren splays a hand out towards Komoi, as if signalling him to stop doing that to himself.
"Komoi, don't. The fact that you put away your drum for a moment is enough. We may want to not cause a ruckus via self-mutilation."
Warren redirects his attention to the person who is peeking out of the slider, slowly approaching the person at the door.
"Please, calm yourself. We mean no harm. We simply seek an audience with the mayor. And before you ask, the bell fell apart when we tried to ring it."
Warren takes off his helm and puts it under the crook of his right arm, revealing his young, disarming face. In fact it may weird people out that he sounds older than he looks. Might just be the echo of the helm making his voice deeper.
"We wish to address the problems that involve Fabled Heights and the fog. Among other details, we beseech thine knowledge, for we are in need of information."
Artos step behind Warren but in plain sight of the man on the door, he has to contain a laugh cause Komoi 's show was weird indeed but he lift his hands in a peaceful sign trying to produce the most reassuring smile he can
"Listen the Paladin good man, we are here to help, even our odd friend here.."
All Players:
A soft gasp of horror comes from the other side of the door as Komoi attempts to literally disarm himself. His skeptical eyes pour over Warren through the slit in the door, then over to Artos and his soft words.
Warren makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check!
1d20.advantage() + 3 = 9
He doesn't seem quite convinced at Warren's words, but when his eyes cross over Artos, his gaze lightens. "I once had a close friend who shared your kin, gensai," the man says to him. "The man was a loyal knight who gave his life to protect myself and Nalia." There's a long, solemn moment as he scans the others through the peephole in the door before the latch closes.
When it reopens, a tall, distinguished man stands on the other side, He's completely bald, with sleek narrowed lines for eyebrows and a mustache that's trimmed in the center. He wears a black suit and tie with white gloves, and has a jeweled rapier in one hand.
"My name is Bartholomew, but you may call me Bart. If you truly are here to assist and not rob me, on Cruise's honor and his valiant sacrifice, I will help you."
After closing the door behind the party, he leads them into the parlor that the young girl was sitting in earlier. The fireplace continues to crackle, and the hot cup of chocolate continues to steam on the coffee table. By far, this is the nicest place the party have seen or been in thus far.
Bart gestures for the party to sit, then takes a seat himself on the other side. He stows his rapier at his side, but continues to watch them with careful eyes. "So," he says. "What do you wish to know?"
Komoi ceases his attempts to remove his arm, the goblin's spectacle little more than comical. He follows the group into the parlor before making a beeline for the hot chocolate. He picks it up with one hand and covers one eye with his free hand. The goblin looks around with his uncovered eye before heading towards the door, apparently on a mission.
Before entering the house, Warren collects the rope from the tree to remove the possibility of unwanted guests. As he takes a seat in the parlor. He sets his helm on the table before beginning his inquiries.
"Word around town is that this town is under a curse, primarily due to the nature of adventurers going into a ruin that was long forgotten. We were wishing to talk to the mayor about the entire situation, should it be necessary."
Artos enters the house respectfully and gazing around in appreciation of what he sees.
"Nice words to spent on my kin good man, genasi can be loyal and trusty, with an inch of foolishness, if he was of the very same kin, nothing that could yet invalidate a well trained and valiant knight at the end"
"Nonetheless, even I am a fresh man, I can well understand that even a kin comes earlier on a first sight, at the end are your deeds that define you entirely, as a matter of fact, despite his appearance our little friend here, Komoi, is respectful, I swear, on my name that is Artos Krit, nice to meet you both and alive specially"
Artos leaves Warren to introduce the conversation and takes a sit in the parlor
"Yes Bart, we came here have more informations, if there is a best place to hunt this spirit, everything helpful"