"But she is the one who is missing, yes?" Durmatl responds, quickly getting agitated as the boy continues moving off, the window of opportunity closing.
Zydalia looks to Durmatl and Zanryn. "It might not hurt for him to follow. I still don't believe him completely." She turns to the imposing door in front of them.
"How do we want to approach this?" she asks, figuring it might not be wise to barrel in head first as always.
Zanryn rummages in his backpack. Taking out his fine clothes, he dons a black and silver filigree waistcoat on top of his close fitting leather tunic. The effect is to make him look rather portly. A bold garnet pendant is next; then the long, dark travellers cloak which he gives a theatrical billow. From a pouch he pulls a silver comb, a mirror, and a small pot of paste which he proceedes to dab on his face.
Next he takes a scroll case, extracts a sheet of parchment and scans it. "Yes, that should suffice". He hands it to Zydalia. The parchment reads,
To Whom It May Concern
By Royal Decree, you are commanded to give every assistance to my Envoy, the Duke of Beren, in any Manner he should require. Any Property, Goods or Chattels are to be provided immediately and without Dues.
Fair Recompense will be provided by the Crown within the year. Failure to comply will be rewarded with swift Justice.
It continues with a list of honourifics typical of Royal Court decrees and an authentic-looking seal of the crown.
Finally he takes his stout, bone tipped cane with its decorative head carved into a twisted, agonised skull and prepares to rap it authoritatively on the door. "Ready?", he asks Zydalia, "try not to look too...barbaric".
Zydalia looks at the gnome, mouth agape as he transforms. Now that would be a useful skill to have, she thinks.
She quickly smooths down her wild hair, twisting it into a bun at the nape of her neck, and turns her greataxe upside down, so the imposing blades sit behind her skirts and only the wooden handle is visible. She hopes it might pass for some kind of less intimidating quarterstaff.
Be calm, be reasoned, be sensible, she tells herself, as they wait for the door to open. If Zanryn is purporting to be a noble, it will do neither of them any good for her to start losing her temper. She just hopes the Lord doesn't test what little patience she has.
Zanryn smiles at Zydalia appreciatively, noting how she too is learning to effect a transformation from uncouth ruffian to something passable in high society. “You will make a fine page. Let’s hope, for his sake, the scoundrel doesn’t take a fancy to you”.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Before Zanryn can even begin his transformation Durmatl is already slinking off into whatever shadows he can find to trail behind the boy and keep an eye out for him and this girl. He touches a hand to his chest, beseeching his patron for aid to ensure he remains unseen and does not lose track of his prey.
With a wink at Zydalia and a knot in his stomach, Zanryn swallows hard and raises his cane. Ignoring the brass lion knocker, he raps firmly on the oaken door with the skull end of the cane.
"Come on, you slovenly oaf! Open up your blasted door before I die of old age".
Last post, and last active 5 days ago. I'm guessing it's gotten worse? Shame to see this die, it took a while to get into the story, but it was just picking up speed..
Guys i am sorry i will work on a post tonight and try ti keep up. i work for the state and my job has massive shortages so its constant overtime and working days off.
You trail the boy to the spot he and her met often a small cave outside town. He falls before a table with candles and you see him mutter words and a light of purple flame erupts from the candle. An ominous voice fills the cave. "You come on your knees earlier than i foretold. You think i toy with your life. I meddle and took the girl from you. Don't speak you reek of the insecurity." The boy is visibly shaken as the voice continues, "No unlike other i interfere not in your life. I know what will happen you will come begging for my help my power and i will grant it. You will serve me You can fight it and become like your father but you will be knee bound begging for my gifts." The light flickers then, "Be gone look elsewhere for the girl." With that the candle goes out and you hear the boy crying his last hope dashed it seems."
At the house as you beat on the door it pushes open and you stand before a vast foyer that is oddly empty for house this size. IT is quiet too. THe carpet seems to be stained in some spots and other than that the house appears normal.
"Odd", observes Zanryn, somewhat deflated after all his preparations seem to have been for naught. He looks around the empty foyer, motioning to Zydalia to be on her guard. "Something doesn't feel quite right here."
"I agree," Zydalia says. "You would think there would be staff here." She surveys the room, frowning, looking for clues as to what might have happened here.
Durmatl ponders the curious voice, but decides not to meddle with it directly. Instead, he will wait for the boy to be alone again, away from the cave, to approach him. "Boy." he says, careful to be out of striking distance. Startled folk could simply take a swipe before knowing what was happening, after all. "Don't be scared, boy, I won't harm you. Who were you talking to back there?"
You notice the mundane in this house is very impressive the candle stick holder and clock you netted worth easily 60 gold and 80 gold respectively. Investigating the room the stains appear more readily to be blood. Off to the side is a library and to other side of the stairs is an office.
The boys spins ready to strike. Seeing who it is he falls against the wall of the cave face outside. "Oh. its you. didn't trust me i take it?" He watches you carefully then shrugs, "I made a pact with a devil when i was 10. it was to save my mother. He saved her then bound me to his power. I have fought to break away but he is patient and waiting for me to beg for his gift. Asmodius is patient he knows one day i will fall on hard times and need the power he offers."
Zydalia is pleased with the items she has taken, but she tries hard not to let this show in front of Zanryn - she does not want him to know what she is up to. She begins to ponder how best to sell the items before realising she ought to focus on the scenario in front of her.
"Shall we split up?" she asks. "You take the office, I'll take the library?" She tries to peer through the door closest to her. "Or perhaps we should stick together and explore one at a time.."
Durmatl bares his fangs at the boy at the mention of dark powers. "I trust you less, now, boy. Eager to make pacts? Rise through your own power, and that of your family. My grandkin has become a God in his own right, and the other Gods will acknowledge him before long."
For a moment he considers tearing the boy to shreds, to ensure this devil would not find its way to walk this ground, but this might also be an opportunity to show the world some of his grandfather's greatness. A first convert, perhaps.
"Come. My friends are entering the mansion now. Perhaps we will find your friend, and I can show you what my God can do."
Zanryn ponder's Zydalia's suggestion. It would be quicker to search independently. Then again, there would be less chance of spotting something important, and if there was any confrontation - they had entered a noble's house uninvited, after all - then things might be awkward.
"Best stick together", he concludes, blissfully unaware that this might be an impediment to Zydalia's larcenous impulses.
"But she is the one who is missing, yes?" Durmatl responds, quickly getting agitated as the boy continues moving off, the window of opportunity closing.
OOC @ Buxton:
Gz on making it into Joys of Balance ;)
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Zydalia looks to Durmatl and Zanryn. "It might not hurt for him to follow. I still don't believe him completely." She turns to the imposing door in front of them.
"How do we want to approach this?" she asks, figuring it might not be wise to barrel in head first as always.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
To Durmatl, "Go quickly then".
Zanryn rummages in his backpack. Taking out his fine clothes, he dons a black and silver filigree waistcoat on top of his close fitting leather tunic. The effect is to make him look rather portly. A bold garnet pendant is next; then the long, dark travellers cloak which he gives a theatrical billow. From a pouch he pulls a silver comb, a mirror, and a small pot of paste which he proceedes to dab on his face.
Next he takes a scroll case, extracts a sheet of parchment and scans it. "Yes, that should suffice". He hands it to Zydalia. The parchment reads,
It continues with a list of honourifics typical of Royal Court decrees and an authentic-looking seal of the crown.
Finally he takes his stout, bone tipped cane with its decorative head carved into a twisted, agonised skull and prepares to rap it authoritatively on the door. "Ready?", he asks Zydalia, "try not to look too...barbaric".
Disguise kit, Forgery kit, Background Feature: False Identity.
Zydalia looks at the gnome, mouth agape as he transforms. Now that would be a useful skill to have, she thinks.
She quickly smooths down her wild hair, twisting it into a bun at the nape of her neck, and turns her greataxe upside down, so the imposing blades sit behind her skirts and only the wooden handle is visible. She hopes it might pass for some kind of less intimidating quarterstaff.
Be calm, be reasoned, be sensible, she tells herself, as they wait for the door to open. If Zanryn is purporting to be a noble, it will do neither of them any good for her to start losing her temper. She just hopes the Lord doesn't test what little patience she has.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Zanryn smiles at Zydalia appreciatively, noting how she too is learning to effect a transformation from uncouth ruffian to something passable in high society. “You will make a fine page. Let’s hope, for his sake, the scoundrel doesn’t take a fancy to you”.
Before Zanryn can even begin his transformation Durmatl is already slinking off into whatever shadows he can find to trail behind the boy and keep an eye out for him and this girl. He touches a hand to his chest, beseeching his patron for aid to ensure he remains unseen and does not lose track of his prey.
Mechanics:
Guidance on myself
Stealth: 8 + 2
Perception or Survival (same modifier): 16
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
With a wink at Zydalia and a knot in his stomach, Zanryn swallows hard and raises his cane. Ignoring the brass lion knocker, he raps firmly on the oaken door with the skull end of the cane.
"Come on, you slovenly oaf! Open up your blasted door before I die of old age".
Last post, and last active 5 days ago. I'm guessing it's gotten worse?
Shame to see this die, it took a while to get into the story, but it was just picking up speed..
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Guys i am sorry i will work on a post tonight and try ti keep up. i work for the state and my job has massive shortages so its constant overtime and working days off.
You trail the boy to the spot he and her met often a small cave outside town. He falls before a table with candles and you see him mutter words and a light of purple flame erupts from the candle. An ominous voice fills the cave. "You come on your knees earlier than i foretold. You think i toy with your life. I meddle and took the girl from you. Don't speak you reek of the insecurity." The boy is visibly shaken as the voice continues, "No unlike other i interfere not in your life. I know what will happen you will come begging for my help my power and i will grant it. You will serve me You can fight it and become like your father but you will be knee bound begging for my gifts." The light flickers then, "Be gone look elsewhere for the girl." With that the candle goes out and you hear the boy crying his last hope dashed it seems."
At the house as you beat on the door it pushes open and you stand before a vast foyer that is oddly empty for house this size. IT is quiet too. THe carpet seems to be stained in some spots and other than that the house appears normal.
"Odd", observes Zanryn, somewhat deflated after all his preparations seem to have been for naught. He looks around the empty foyer, motioning to Zydalia to be on her guard. "Something doesn't feel quite right here."
Perception: 21
Investigation: 8
"I agree," Zydalia says. "You would think there would be staff here." She surveys the room, frowning, looking for clues as to what might have happened here.
Investigation:15
If she sees any small trinkets while doing this, she will try to take them without Zanryn realising, and without drawing attention to herself.
Sleight of Hand: 23
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
((OOC: Nice sleight of hand roll, I'm glad you weren't trying to pick my pockets!))
Ah, glad to have you back! Good stuff!
Durmatl ponders the curious voice, but decides not to meddle with it directly. Instead, he will wait for the boy to be alone again, away from the cave, to approach him.
"Boy." he says, careful to be out of striking distance. Startled folk could simply take a swipe before knowing what was happening, after all.
"Don't be scared, boy, I won't harm you. Who were you talking to back there?"
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
You notice the mundane in this house is very impressive the candle stick holder and clock you netted worth easily 60 gold and 80 gold respectively. Investigating the room the stains appear more readily to be blood. Off to the side is a library and to other side of the stairs is an office.
The boys spins ready to strike. Seeing who it is he falls against the wall of the cave face outside. "Oh. its you. didn't trust me i take it?" He watches you carefully then shrugs, "I made a pact with a devil when i was 10. it was to save my mother. He saved her then bound me to his power. I have fought to break away but he is patient and waiting for me to beg for his gift. Asmodius is patient he knows one day i will fall on hard times and need the power he offers."
Zydalia is pleased with the items she has taken, but she tries hard not to let this show in front of Zanryn - she does not want him to know what she is up to. She begins to ponder how best to sell the items before realising she ought to focus on the scenario in front of her.
"Shall we split up?" she asks. "You take the office, I'll take the library?" She tries to peer through the door closest to her. "Or perhaps we should stick together and explore one at a time.."
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Durmatl bares his fangs at the boy at the mention of dark powers. "I trust you less, now, boy. Eager to make pacts? Rise through your own power, and that of your family. My grandkin has become a God in his own right, and the other Gods will acknowledge him before long."
For a moment he considers tearing the boy to shreds, to ensure this devil would not find its way to walk this ground, but this might also be an opportunity to show the world some of his grandfather's greatness. A first convert, perhaps.
"Come. My friends are entering the mansion now. Perhaps we will find your friend, and I can show you what my God can do."
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Zanryn ponder's Zydalia's suggestion. It would be quicker to search independently. Then again, there would be less chance of spotting something important, and if there was any confrontation - they had entered a noble's house uninvited, after all - then things might be awkward.
"Best stick together", he concludes, blissfully unaware that this might be an impediment to Zydalia's larcenous impulses.
The boy follows you to the house where door is open and your companions are waiting deciding which way to go.
"To the office first, then," Zydalia says, cautious as she pushes open the office door and surveys what is inside.
Investigation: 23
Perception: 18
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal