"That, could make things very interesting. Let's get some rest and get ourselves ready for the heist." With that he takes himself to a room in the inn. And tries to sleep.
You all get to rest in the tavern, and wake up the following morning. The day of the Festival of the Sun. Heading outside, there is a platform in the town square and various market stalls, some standing empty, but some attended by people that look like they would rather be anywhere else.
Quil sits in his room a small mirror on the bedside table. His outfit is different than before all dark browns and slightly baggy to allow for fluid movement. Staring into the mirror he applies a variety of makeup to his face. Using glue to make his cheeks chunkier and attaching a big bushy beard, and eyebrows.
When he is finished he has the appearance of a fairly slim middle aged dwarf. Stowing his kit, along with his backpack under a loose floorboard. He checks that his weapons, and tools of the trade are all secured in the pounches along his belt before going to find Sova and introduce him to his latest persona, Barnth Brawnanvil...
As you look around when you go outside and the festival begins, the skies looking threatening, a parade of unhappy children dressed as flowers trudge through the muddy streets of the town, leading the way for a group of sorry-looking men and women carrying a ten-foot-diameter wicker ball. The burgomaster and his smiling wife, the wife holding a sad bouquet of wilting flowers, and follows the procession on horseback up toward the town center and the platform. There, the wicker ball is hoisted and hung from a fifteen-foot-high wooden scaffold, and the townsfolk take turns splashing it with oil. When the burgomaster approaches the platform with a torch, that is when the skies tear open and a downpour begins.
"All will be well!" cries out the burgomaster as he brandishes his sputtering torch and maraches defiantly through the rain toward the wicker ball, going up the platform that now stands on the other side of the wicker ball and as he thrusts his torch at the spear, his torch goes out.
Out of the crowd comes a singular laugh, drawing the burgomaster's fiery gaze and multiple gasps from the townsfolk.
Roselina was watching the festival begin, finding this to be the saddest and most sorry excuse of a festival she has ever seen in her life. But she kept a smile on her face the whole time before soon it started to downpour. She was not happy at all, using her arms and her bag to try to cover her head, still watching the burgomaster. Of course his torch goes out, thinking that naturally it would with all this damn rain. That's when Roselina had heard the laugh, looking in the direction of where it came from and wondered who is the idiot that would laugh, knowing the consequences.
Vrak had polished his armor and wore his best cloak and clothing. He follows Roselina everywhere she goes. He's always just behind and to the right of her wherever she is. He does his best too not look menacing when he smiles.
His hand drops to the hilt of his sword when the laughing happens as he turns and looks that direction.
Looking at where the laugh came, the figure there is someone in the uniform of the town militia. The rest of the guard look aghast at the ill-timed outburst. "Guards! Arrest that man for Spite!" the Burgomaster orders, as the guards are quick to act "Bring him forward," he says as the guards bring him to the front of the crowd. "Tie him to my horse," he says. "I feel like going for a walk around town for the festival. He can come with me," the Burgomaster says.
Vrak keeps his face passive at the words of the Burgomaster and stays put.
"This is not our fight." He whispers to Roselina. "We need to buy time for Quil and Sova to do their thing. If we bring attention to ourselves we may be questioned on where they are."
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Quil tells Sova to stay out of sight. Before he makes his way along the road in full view. Walking off towards the Lady Watchers House.
Deception 8
As they near the house Quil takes time to conceal himself along with Sova. Waiting and watching to ensure the lady has left. Before moving around the house trying to find the easiest way in, along with using the memory of his casing of the building the day before.
Roselina saw as it was one of the town militia and they were arrested. She listened as the Burgomaster intended to torture him, hearing Vrakvroth and nodding back. She knew better than to say anything, especially since she is used to seeing this kind of thing back home.
"Everyone, those who feel this festival is a joke, will get the same treatment as this man," the burgomaster smiles. "All will be well!" he says before having the guard tied at the ankles and wrists, and rope is tied to the burgomaster's horse. The burgomaster straddles his horse and says "Now, see this man? He thinks my plan a joke! Now h'yah!" he says as the horse enters a light trot, pulling the guard behind him.
Meanwhile, Lady Watcher has been watching from her door with her two sons, watching on from her house, but leaving the back door to her home unwatched, as far as can be seen.
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Moving around to the back door Quil crouches applying a little oil to the hinges and then the lock, before he attempts to open the door. He checks all around the door. Looking for any potential traps.
Investigation 16
Certainly there are no traps, Quil reaches inside his Tunic, and unrolls a leather bundle, he carefully selects the right tools for this type of lock.and gets to work. Taking his time, to ensure that the lock is opened quietly and that him and Sova can enter the house undisturbed.
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"Sova keep an eye out" Quil whispers, before listening for the slight click.
"That, could make things very interesting. Let's get some rest and get ourselves ready for the heist." With that he takes himself to a room in the inn. And tries to sleep.
Sova agrees and prepares for rest.
You all get to rest in the tavern, and wake up the following morning. The day of the Festival of the Sun. Heading outside, there is a platform in the town square and various market stalls, some standing empty, but some attended by people that look like they would rather be anywhere else.
Roselina had gotten ready that morning and because she wanted to attract as much attention to herself along with how it's the Festival of the Sun, chose a particular outfit for this occasion. She is wearing a bright yellow off-the-shoulder sparkly layered gown with big white lace trims, a big yellow bow around her waist, white frilly wristcuffs that connect in a triangle to her middle fingers, her top being white with frills and rows of flowers along with a white frilly collar that has two pink flowers and a pearl chain across her right shoulder. She also did her hair up in a high ponytail, wearing a pearl headband with a gold wire crown that has pastel flowers inside, a white lace along the bottom, a yellow bow and pink ribbons, and two little white feathers. She would look to Vrakvroth right before they left the tavern, nodding in confirmation as to what they need to do today. As soon as they headed outside, Roselina was all smiles as she walks with Vrakvroth, having a spring in her step. She noticed the platform, thinking that would be perfect to perform on for the crowds. She then would explore the market stalls, looking curious and intrigued, happy to be here at this festival.
Quil sits in his room a small mirror on the bedside table. His outfit is different than before all dark browns and slightly baggy to allow for fluid movement. Staring into the mirror he applies a variety of makeup to his face. Using glue to make his cheeks chunkier and attaching a big bushy beard, and eyebrows.
When he is finished he has the appearance of a fairly slim middle aged dwarf. Stowing his kit, along with his backpack under a loose floorboard. He checks that his weapons, and tools of the trade are all secured in the pounches along his belt before going to find Sova and introduce him to his latest persona, Barnth Brawnanvil...
As you look around when you go outside and the festival begins, the skies looking threatening, a parade of unhappy children dressed as flowers trudge through the muddy streets of the town, leading the way for a group of sorry-looking men and women carrying a ten-foot-diameter wicker ball. The burgomaster and his smiling wife, the wife holding a sad bouquet of wilting flowers, and follows the procession on horseback up toward the town center and the platform. There, the wicker ball is hoisted and hung from a fifteen-foot-high wooden scaffold, and the townsfolk take turns splashing it with oil. When the burgomaster approaches the platform with a torch, that is when the skies tear open and a downpour begins.
"All will be well!" cries out the burgomaster as he brandishes his sputtering torch and maraches defiantly through the rain toward the wicker ball, going up the platform that now stands on the other side of the wicker ball and as he thrusts his torch at the spear, his torch goes out.
Out of the crowd comes a singular laugh, drawing the burgomaster's fiery gaze and multiple gasps from the townsfolk.
Sova is intrigued by this transformation and follows Quil back to the mansion.
As the party begins and before the rain comes down Quil and Sova make there way to the Mansion.
Roselina was watching the festival begin, finding this to be the saddest and most sorry excuse of a festival she has ever seen in her life. But she kept a smile on her face the whole time before soon it started to downpour. She was not happy at all, using her arms and her bag to try to cover her head, still watching the burgomaster. Of course his torch goes out, thinking that naturally it would with all this damn rain. That's when Roselina had heard the laugh, looking in the direction of where it came from and wondered who is the idiot that would laugh, knowing the consequences.
Vrak had polished his armor and wore his best cloak and clothing. He follows Roselina everywhere she goes. He's always just behind and to the right of her wherever she is. He does his best too not look menacing when he smiles.
His hand drops to the hilt of his sword when the laughing happens as he turns and looks that direction.
Looking at where the laugh came, the figure there is someone in the uniform of the town militia. The rest of the guard look aghast at the ill-timed outburst. "Guards! Arrest that man for Spite!" the Burgomaster orders, as the guards are quick to act "Bring him forward," he says as the guards bring him to the front of the crowd. "Tie him to my horse," he says. "I feel like going for a walk around town for the festival. He can come with me," the Burgomaster says.
Vrak keeps his face passive at the words of the Burgomaster and stays put.
"This is not our fight." He whispers to Roselina. "We need to buy time for Quil and Sova to do their thing. If we bring attention to ourselves we may be questioned on where they are."
Sova tries to remain hidden as much as he can while traveling with Quil.
Quil tells Sova to stay out of sight. Before he makes his way along the road in full view. Walking off towards the Lady Watchers House.
Deception 8
As they near the house Quil takes time to conceal himself along with Sova. Waiting and watching to ensure the lady has left. Before moving around the house trying to find the easiest way in, along with using the memory of his casing of the building the day before.
Stealth: 18
Sova attempts to hide while keeping an eye of Quil
Stealth:25
Roselina saw as it was one of the town militia and they were arrested. She listened as the Burgomaster intended to torture him, hearing Vrakvroth and nodding back. She knew better than to say anything, especially since she is used to seeing this kind of thing back home.
"Everyone, those who feel this festival is a joke, will get the same treatment as this man," the burgomaster smiles. "All will be well!" he says before having the guard tied at the ankles and wrists, and rope is tied to the burgomaster's horse. The burgomaster straddles his horse and says "Now, see this man? He thinks my plan a joke! Now h'yah!" he says as the horse enters a light trot, pulling the guard behind him.
Meanwhile, Lady Watcher has been watching from her door with her two sons, watching on from her house, but leaving the back door to her home unwatched, as far as can be seen.
Sova stealthily makes his way toward the back door.
Stealth:11
The back door, like the front door, is reinforced with bronze bands that go across the door. The door itself is locked.
Moving around to the back door Quil crouches applying a little oil to the hinges and then the lock, before he attempts to open the door. He checks all around the door. Looking for any potential traps.
Investigation 16
Certainly there are no traps, Quil reaches inside his Tunic, and unrolls a leather bundle, he carefully selects the right tools for this type of lock.and gets to work. Taking his time, to ensure that the lock is opened quietly and that him and Sova can enter the house undisturbed.
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"Sova keep an eye out" Quil whispers, before listening for the slight click.