((Grades are finalized and I'm back, thanks for stepping in Toby))
"Arden, thank you for sharing yourself with us. With practice you will become a fine musician; this was a treat."
Cragmyre carries the older elf woman back to Mrs. Fletcher's boarding house, smiling sympathetically at the guard as Arden talks them through. His smile sours when Tahta informs the group what the guard actually said, and helps the party settle back up with the elf in the attic.
"Fletcher,"he states with concern as he bolts upright, hearing the scream. He grabs a spare handaxe from his bedside table and hurdles to the door, yanking it open. "What happens??" he calls out.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
The only person you see is a yawning fisherman on his way to the Crow and Bucket with a large basket of mackerel. The street is quiet. The scream came from the back of the house so it may not have been heard from the outside.
You all end up converging in various states of undress in the attic. Deet has the room at the front of the attic. Taking up what you imagine is the back half of the attic is what those of you have been here for a while believe is a storeroom. The door is closed. The only noise now is the gargling snores of the inebriated elf.
With her pack on her back and her eyes suitably wide, and satisfied that it's not a Watch raid, "Klee" blusters upstairs to see what all the fuss is about.
Deet hangs back and looks around; is there any sign of anyone else having passed through? Muddy pawprints on the floor? A wide-open window with net curtains fluttering in the night breeze? Perception7
Seeing Arden struggle with the door, Klee fishes out her...uh... Scribe tools. For scribing. And starts approaching the door. That lock looks funny....
In a dance that would be comical if it were not for the situation, Tahta, Klee and Cragmyre all go for the door at once bumping into each other. In the ensuing kerfuffle Cragmyre knocks the door with his elbow and the lock pops from the door frame. The door swings inwards and you see into a room packed with the residuum of a full life. Boxes, old chairs and the odds and sods that comes with running a large household are stacked, in a somewhat neat piles. Dapples of light come through a small window near the arched ceiling. The smell of sulphur is much stronger now and you can see wisps of reddish smoke drifting in the rafters.
The elf is lying on a small pile of old furs, fast asleep, in the vestibule area inbetween Deet's room (at the front of the house) and the storeroom (at the back).
Arden in your quick inspection you find yourself overwhelmed by the history contained in this room. The Fletchers had two children, now fully grown, a boy and a girl. Mr Fletcher died a little over a year ago. She has had three residence in this last year that have left things behind. Mrs Fletcher spent three months trying to perfect baking bread. She started making a bar in the basement but thought better of it. And there is one small crate missing. You also notice this;
Klee exclaims "I've seen this before, I 'ave!", her accent clicking expertly into place.
Then remembers why she saw it before."My...uh....my pen rolled right under my bed so it did. 'Ad to move it. An there was a mark, see, just like this - an' it said 'Find Иolly ИcGuf" but there were bits just plain missing, like a circle took a big ol' bite outta the writing."
((Grades are finalized and I'm back, thanks for stepping in Toby))
"Arden, thank you for sharing yourself with us. With practice you will become a fine musician; this was a treat."
Cragmyre carries the older elf woman back to Mrs. Fletcher's boarding house, smiling sympathetically at the guard as Arden talks them through. His smile sours when Tahta informs the group what the guard actually said, and helps the party settle back up with the elf in the attic.
"Fletcher," he states with concern as he bolts upright, hearing the scream. He grabs a spare handaxe from his bedside table and hurdles to the door, yanking it open. "What happens??" he calls out.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
For "Klee":
The only person you see is a yawning fisherman on his way to the Crow and Bucket with a large basket of mackerel. The street is quiet. The scream came from the back of the house so it may not have been heard from the outside.
You all end up converging in various states of undress in the attic. Deet has the room at the front of the attic. Taking up what you imagine is the back half of the attic is what those of you have been here for a while believe is a storeroom. The door is closed. The only noise now is the gargling snores of the inebriated elf.
Arden will open the door. Mrs. Fletcher?
With her pack on her back and her eyes suitably wide, and satisfied that it's not a Watch raid, "Klee" blusters upstairs to see what all the fuss is about.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Arden, the door is locked. It is a normal internal wooden door identical to the rest in the boarding house.
You can all smell a whiff of sulphur but it's a little hard to tell over the rather earthy scent emanating from the elf.
Klee joins the rest of you.
Deet hangs back and looks around; is there any sign of anyone else having passed through? Muddy pawprints on the floor? A wide-open window with net curtains fluttering in the night breeze? Perception 7
Deet, you see nothing to suggest that anyone has passed through here apart from those that you know about.
Knowing she could buy a new door if necessary and worried Mrs Fletcher is in some danger, Tahta reacts...poorly.
Would heat metal 2d8 damage be enough to melt and push the lock and handle out?
Seeing Arden struggle with the door, Klee fishes out her...uh... Scribe tools. For scribing. And starts approaching the door. That lock looks funny....
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
This is the door lock.
Both Tahta and Klee stand behind Arden who has just tried the door.
Both know they could unlock the door but Tahta's way would be somewhat... messier.
"I do not like this. I am prepared to stave it in..." Cragmyre takes a half step back and adjusts his center of gravity forward but does not act.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
And Cragmyres way would be the fastest.
(I haven't rolled since Tahta would have cast before I got there. But I'm off to bed soon so if Klee gets to the front before the door melts :
Thieves Tools : 6
..assuming it's a Dex roll)
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
In a dance that would be comical if it were not for the situation, Tahta, Klee and Cragmyre all go for the door at once bumping into each other. In the ensuing kerfuffle Cragmyre knocks the door with his elbow and the lock pops from the door frame. The door swings inwards and you see into a room packed with the residuum of a full life. Boxes, old chairs and the odds and sods that comes with running a large household are stacked, in a somewhat neat piles. Dapples of light come through a small window near the arched ceiling. The smell of sulphur is much stronger now and you can see wisps of reddish smoke drifting in the rafters.
Mrs Fletcher is nowhere to be seen.
Arden bursts into the room trying to look for any clues, visual or olfactory, as to what happened. Perception: 18history: 15 arcana: 15
Where is the elf?
(Arcana check on the smoke and sulfur? Also maybe a memory check of some kind to see if the elf looked like a caster of some kind?))
The elf is lying on a small pile of old furs, fast asleep, in the vestibule area inbetween Deet's room (at the front of the house) and the storeroom (at the back).
Arden in your quick inspection you find yourself overwhelmed by the history contained in this room. The Fletchers had two children, now fully grown, a boy and a girl. Mr Fletcher died a little over a year ago. She has had three residence in this last year that have left things behind. Mrs Fletcher spent three months trying to perfect baking bread. She started making a bar in the basement but thought better of it. And there is one small crate missing. You also notice this;
https://i.imgur.com/o2ripyf.jpg
Klee looks for something with a circular base or anything labeled with the name she saw yesterday (or indeed the handwriting it was written in)
Investigationn 19
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
You see nothing with the name or handwritting but the circular stain on the floor is very familiar.
(is there a circular stain on the floor? I failed a real life investigation check, I can't see that in the picture :D )
performance : 6
Klee exclaims "I've seen this before, I 'ave!", her accent clicking expertly into place.
Then remembers why she saw it before. "My...uh....my pen rolled right under my bed so it did. 'Ad to move it. An there was a mark, see, just like this - an' it said 'Find Иolly ИcGuf" but there were bits just plain missing, like a circle took a big ol' bite outta the writing."
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin