Darrimus starts to lose consciousness but is able to hold on and get a good look at the man's face.
Black, curly hair gently hangs over a full, lived-in face. Bloodshot hazel eyes, set sunken within their sockets, watch slowly over Darrimus as he collapses. He has wide, distinct cheekbones on a face that Darrimus will never forget.
As Darrimus comes to, he feels a cold, wet, sticky feeling in his hand. His eyes go wide and he sees that he is on top of Lord Eura. “Why is he bleeding he asks?” His eyes wander and he finds his rapier thrust through the stomach of Lord Eura! He tries to move but his body is sluggish. “Was I posisoned? My body it hurts. My side hurts.” Darrimus looks down at himself to see the Lord holding a dagger that was jabbed inside of him. “Did I murder him? No it was that Dark Rider. That man with the black hair…” Footsteps behind him. “Oh no, he thought. This is bad.” Darrimus turns his head to see the guard that brought the report to him. The guard says “What have you done? I need to alert the city guard!” as he turns and runs back down the stairs. “This isn’t good.” Darrimus thought. “I didn’t do this, but nobody will believe that.”
As Darrimus ponders his situation, he spies around the room looking for options. “I need to get out.” Then he spies the decorative rope around the drapes. “I will climb out the window using this” he thought. “Move body. Move!” he yelled but nothing came out. Finally, his legs started to get strength he started crawling to the desk chair to get himself to his feet. “Yes, there we go.” On his feet he looked down and say some papers on the Lord’s desk. “I may need these” he said as he crumbled them and stuffed them in his pocket. On the chair of the desk he found a cloak. “This will hide the blood, but with the Lord signet on it, I can’t wear it for long. Now, I need that rope..”
Darrimus tied the rope and repelled down the wall. His wound hurting more and more. He made it down the wall and scurried behind the stables. He heard the footsteps of guards approaching. There had to be twenty of them. They continued inside following the guard that found him. Darrimus used this opportunity to slip out and head into the town.
Moving as swiftly as he could, Darrimus knew his only option was to hide. Maybe, he could piece it together. Maybe he could clear his name. “I’m sorry mom and dad” he thought. “Don’t believe the stories.” He thought over and over again. His training kicking in, it reminded him that the first thing he needed was supplies. They don’t know it is me yet. I will swing by the camp and get what gear I need to flee. This is where Darrimus finds himself, just entering the campsite right outside of town…
Darrimus is sweating profusely. Thoughts race through his mind as well as the image of the man that will forever be burned into his mind. He goes into his tent and gathers his belongings. He wishes he had time to write a note to Moran to do anything to try to clear his name but he knows he needs to get out of town and fast.
As he starts to leave he looks over to Bathalo's tent. He investigates Bathalo's tent for any weapons or items of value. Or letters. Darrimus is being fast so he will pretty much ransack it dumping things out.
Darrimus find a rapier, some camping supplies (which he already has), a picture of some half naked woman (she is quite attractive if Darrimus was having to give an opinion) and 30gp.
As Nedrick moves into the ship, he climbs down a ladder into the mid-level of the ship. He is greeted to a well lit area with tables that has recently been eaten at. There is a man cleaning the far table of food.
The dark rider says "Sorry sir, one more level and opens another door on the floor and climbs down the ladder." Nedrick follows him down.
Nedrick enters the bilge of the ship. It is dank, dark and only his lantern and a lantern on the far side of the room keeps it from being pitch black. He looks all around him to see slaves locked in cages. There had to be at least 20 in here. All males from what it appears and he could of swore he saw a crocodile in the far cage. A tattooed man standing at the cage to his left says as he looks to him and says "Look at Mr. Pretty Boy over here."
The dark rider says "Slave-master Yarrick, there was an issue with the slaves! They were not correctly signed off." A voice was heard from in the darkness "Excuse me? I am busy at the moment. I will have to cut the tongue out of one rebellious slave that can't seem to keep his mouth shut." The tattooed man says mockingly "I'm sure his mom is so proud of him."
Nedrick scans the cell and is saddened to see the girl is not there. But he decides he will not tell this large man this news. He needs this large mans rage to do his fighting for him.
Nedrick looks around the room acting like he is counting in his head. He then looks to the rider that brought him down and nods to him.
Nedrick will do two things simultaneously.
First, he looks to see where and what weapon this rider has on him if visible.
You hear the slave master continuing to sharpen a blade around the corner and mumble "Waste of time.." As Nedrick climbs the stairs and joins the second floor. (The man that came with you is still below but is moving to the stairs to climb up behind you).
There are a few large serving plates left with some food on it. The room has a bunch of closed doors. Behind the table there is a very nice door with a carpet in front of it.
A young dark rider says "Yes, always a bit of food left over but it never goes to waste. We feed it to the animals."
As Nedrick goes up the stairs he enters a kitchen area with one door that is only extends about half way. He sees a shadow of a figure moving in the other room and footsteps that follow the movement.
Nedrick stands moves up against the wall right next to the door. There he will wait for one minute to see if either the steps go further away or they are coming back.
The steps get further away over the course of the minute. They seemed to start on the right side of the the next room, but Nedrick loses track of exactly where they went after about 45s. The steps were pretty faint at the end.
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Nedrick will go 1/3 down the stairs and doing a "loud" whisper, "Hey! It's clear for the moment get up here." Then goes back up the stairs to keep watch.
Performance? :16
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Darrimus starts to lose consciousness but is able to hold on and get a good look at the man's face.
Black, curly hair gently hangs over a full, lived-in face. Bloodshot hazel eyes, set sunken within their sockets, watch slowly over Darrimus as he collapses. He has wide, distinct cheekbones on a face that Darrimus will never forget.
OOC: To be continued...
As Darrimus comes to, he feels a cold, wet, sticky feeling in his hand. His eyes go wide and he sees that he is on top of Lord Eura. “Why is he bleeding he asks?” His eyes wander and he finds his rapier thrust through the stomach of Lord Eura! He tries to move but his body is sluggish. “Was I posisoned? My body it hurts. My side hurts.” Darrimus looks down at himself to see the Lord holding a dagger that was jabbed inside of him. “Did I murder him? No it was that Dark Rider. That man with the black hair…” Footsteps behind him. “Oh no, he thought. This is bad.” Darrimus turns his head to see the guard that brought the report to him. The guard says “What have you done? I need to alert the city guard!” as he turns and runs back down the stairs. “This isn’t good.” Darrimus thought. “I didn’t do this, but nobody will believe that.”
As Darrimus ponders his situation, he spies around the room looking for options. “I need to get out.” Then he spies the decorative rope around the drapes. “I will climb out the window using this” he thought. “Move body. Move!” he yelled but nothing came out. Finally, his legs started to get strength he started crawling to the desk chair to get himself to his feet. “Yes, there we go.” On his feet he looked down and say some papers on the Lord’s desk. “I may need these” he said as he crumbled them and stuffed them in his pocket. On the chair of the desk he found a cloak. “This will hide the blood, but with the Lord signet on it, I can’t wear it for long. Now, I need that rope..”
Darrimus tied the rope and repelled down the wall. His wound hurting more and more. He made it down the wall and scurried behind the stables. He heard the footsteps of guards approaching. There had to be twenty of them. They continued inside following the guard that found him. Darrimus used this opportunity to slip out and head into the town.
Moving as swiftly as he could, Darrimus knew his only option was to hide. Maybe, he could piece it together. Maybe he could clear his name. “I’m sorry mom and dad” he thought. “Don’t believe the stories.” He thought over and over again. His training kicking in, it reminded him that the first thing he needed was supplies. They don’t know it is me yet. I will swing by the camp and get what gear I need to flee. This is where Darrimus finds himself, just entering the campsite right outside of town…
Darrimus is sweating profusely. Thoughts race through his mind as well as the image of the man that will forever be burned into his mind. He goes into his tent and gathers his belongings. He wishes he had time to write a note to Moran to do anything to try to clear his name but he knows he needs to get out of town and fast.
As he starts to leave he looks over to Bathalo's tent. He investigates Bathalo's tent for any weapons or items of value. Or letters. Darrimus is being fast so he will pretty much ransack it dumping things out.
Investigation: 16
Darrimus find a rapier, some camping supplies (which he already has), a picture of some half naked woman (she is quite attractive if Darrimus was having to give an opinion) and 30gp.
Darrimus takes the rapier the gold and the photo and runs off into the night towards Northalia!
Congratulations escaping the castle! Please award your character 150 xp.
---------------------------------Campaign is over!----------------------------------------
Port Northalia: Operation Slave Drive
As Nedrick moves into the ship, he climbs down a ladder into the mid-level of the ship. He is greeted to a well lit area with tables that has recently been eaten at. There is a man cleaning the far table of food.
The dark rider says "Sorry sir, one more level and opens another door on the floor and climbs down the ladder." Nedrick follows him down.
Nedrick enters the bilge of the ship. It is dank, dark and only his lantern and a lantern on the far side of the room keeps it from being pitch black. He looks all around him to see slaves locked in cages. There had to be at least 20 in here. All males from what it appears and he could of swore he saw a crocodile in the far cage. A tattooed man standing at the cage to his left says as he looks to him and says "Look at Mr. Pretty Boy over here."
The dark rider says "Slave-master Yarrick, there was an issue with the slaves! They were not correctly signed off." A voice was heard from in the darkness "Excuse me? I am busy at the moment. I will have to cut the tongue out of one rebellious slave that can't seem to keep his mouth shut." The tattooed man says mockingly "I'm sure his mom is so proud of him."
Nedrick scans the cell and is saddened to see the girl is not there. But he decides he will not tell this large man this news. He needs this large mans rage to do his fighting for him.
Nedrick looks around the room acting like he is counting in his head. He then looks to the rider that brought him down and nods to him.
Nedrick will do two things simultaneously.
First, he looks to see where and what weapon this rider has on him if visible.
Perception:
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Perception: 15
Second he gruffly says, “Looks good. ‘Preciate it.”
IF he is able to walk out he wants to stop on the food level.
Weapon: Scimitar.
You hear the slave master continuing to sharpen a blade around the corner and mumble "Waste of time.." As Nedrick climbs the stairs and joins the second floor. (The man that came with you is still below but is moving to the stairs to climb up behind you).
Instead of going back up Nedrick will walk over to the person cleaning off the table and will look to see if there is any uneaten food remaining.
Perception: 24
"Any scraps left?" Nedrick says to the person cleaning the table.
There are a few large serving plates left with some food on it. The room has a bunch of closed doors. Behind the table there is a very nice door with a carpet in front of it.
A young dark rider says "Yes, always a bit of food left over but it never goes to waste. We feed it to the animals."
Nedrick looks around the table and rubs his stomach.
"You know. I'm mighty hungry. How 'bout I take over your duty for cleaning this up and in return I'll grab me a bite to eat while I'm doin' it?"
Persuasion: 22
----------------Mytrylegrove Mansion----------------
As Nedrick goes up the stairs he enters a kitchen area with one door that is only extends about half way. He sees a shadow of a figure moving in the other room and footsteps that follow the movement.
Nedrick stands moves up against the wall right next to the door. There he will wait for one minute to see if either the steps go further away or they are coming back.
Perception: 8
The steps get further away over the course of the minute. They seemed to start on the right side of the the next room, but Nedrick loses track of exactly where they went after about 45s. The steps were pretty faint at the end.
Nedrick will go 1/3 down the stairs and doing a "loud" whisper, "Hey! It's clear for the moment get up here." Then goes back up the stairs to keep watch.
Performance? :16