The next person we take a look at is currently outside the Darrington mansion. This person appears to be a human, but on closer inspection, one could see somewhat pointy ears. This half-elf of medium build and fair skin has dark brown hair and gray eyes. The man hoists himself up as he climbs through a window into the building. (14) Some of the Darringtons’ personal guards pass by the room’s open door, but nobody sees the intruder. The half-elf looks around the room, which appears to be a library and Taryon Darrington’s personal collection of books.
Orin carefully closes the door to avoid prying eyes, before he starts searching through the books, he looks for journals from around 30 or 35 years ago.
You look through the titles on the books’ covers. You manage to find a lot of books published by Taryon Darrington: multiple copies of his autobiography and a few about the adventures of the Darrington Brigade.
I shuffle through them, concentrating on the earliest ones about the Darrington Brigade. I am looking about clues about my parrents. I know they were adventures from Deastok, before they settled in Rexentrum just over 30 years ago.
One of the books you look through appears to have an old cover. It seems aged and has probably been here a long time. As you reach for the book, the door begins to open.
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The door opens fully and an old man steps into the room. The man looks to be in his mid to late sixties. He has completely gray hair and his skin is a little wrinkly, but not too much.
((Deception will be with disadvantage: 24))
He looks at you and what you’re doing for a moment, then smiles. “This door is almost never closed, just so you know. Are you one of Tary’s friends?”
He gets closer to you and takes the book. As he inspects it, he starts talking. “My name is Lawrence, but people usually call me Larry. I’ve known Taryon for about 30 years now. What were your parents’ names?”
„ Andres and Amaya, they always keep the stories of there adventures vague and fantastic. They said they traveled with one of the greatest adventures that ever walked Wildemount and his Metal servant.“
(Is Larry trying to take the book and hide it, or does he allow me to look into it too.)
((He’s not hiding it. At this point, he isn’t suspicious of you.))
He stands there for a moment, visibly trying to remember the names. “They sound familiar, but I can’t quite place it... The metal ‘servant’ is Doty, and if you see him, don’t call him a servant. His hatred of the word is one of the few things that all of his previous versions share.”He looks back out the door. “Why don’t you stay? Would you like a drink? Taryon and Doty are out right now, but they should be back soon. They’re more likely to remember your parents.”
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He turns and walks out of the room, looking back as he closes the door behind him to give you some privacy. You are left alone to read through any of the books you wish.
Last, but not least, we take a look at another half-elf. With long, black hair neatly kept in buns, this young woman has an almost sickly paleness to her skin. Her gray eyes may stand out as the only color on her face. She doesn’t attract too much attention, but the spellbook under her arm certainly does. A figure runs by her.
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The figure tries to grab the spellbook out from under her arm, but as a hand reaches out for the book, the figure trips on a loose stone in the ground. The figure falls and tumbles.
Zoya pulls the book close to her chest and digs her nails into the cover.
“Watch where you’re going,” she hisses and pulls out a copper piece that she throws to the figure on the ground. “There are much better books out there!”
Turning around and moving away from the figure, she makes two mental notes.
One, the book was a bad idea. She has to transcribe every spell in there to something else, soon. Her clothes or her skin or the bottom of her shoes. She couldn’t keep carrying this thing around for much longer.
Two, don’t throw money on the ground. Her purse is light enough already - hopefully it's enough for another night out here.
I leave a note saying that i am awfully sorry, but something came up. I will return in the morning and look forward to talk with Terrion about his adventures and my parrents Andras and Amaya. I take the book with me and leave the way i came. I return to a small inn were i start to read the book.
Zoya You throw a copper piece at the figure, who takes off the hood of his cloak. You see a boy of about 13 years of age. He has dirt smeared all over his face, with some fresh scratches from his fall. He quickly picks up the copper and looks to you. “I’m sorry, miss. Almost every book sells well in this town.”
"I'm not sure a book full of scribbles is going to serve you," she says and steps closer, keeping her distance and still holding the book tight. "But...where would one go to buy a book out here?"
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And that is all we have for Arrin. For now.
The next person we take a look at is currently outside the Darrington mansion. This person appears to be a human, but on closer inspection, one could see somewhat pointy ears. This half-elf of medium build and fair skin has dark brown hair and gray eyes. The man hoists himself up as he climbs through a window into the building. (14) Some of the Darringtons’ personal guards pass by the room’s open door, but nobody sees the intruder. The half-elf looks around the room, which appears to be a library and Taryon Darrington’s personal collection of books.
So, Orin, what do you do?
Orin carefully closes the door to avoid prying eyes, before he starts searching through the books, he looks for journals from around 30 or 35 years ago.
investigation (14)
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]You look through the titles on the books’ covers. You manage to find a lot of books published by Taryon Darrington: multiple copies of his autobiography and a few about the adventures of the Darrington Brigade.
I shuffle through them, concentrating on the earliest ones about the Darrington Brigade. I am looking about clues about my parrents. I know they were adventures from Deastok, before they settled in Rexentrum just over 30 years ago.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]One of the books you look through appears to have an old cover. It seems aged and has probably been here a long time. As you reach for the book, the door begins to open.
„Ah, come in, I just found what i was looking for.“
I turn towards the door , smile and pretend that i am supposed to be here.
Deception 16
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]The door opens fully and an old man steps into the room. The man looks to be in his mid to late sixties. He has completely gray hair and his skin is a little wrinkly, but not too much.
((Deception will be with disadvantage: 24))
He looks at you and what you’re doing for a moment, then smiles. “This door is almost never closed, just so you know. Are you one of Tary’s friends?”
„My parrents were. I am looking for some old storries of them.“
I turn around and walk to the desk or a table to put the book on and start reading in it.
“This one here is one of the oldest ones in here. Come and have a look.“
I invite the man over to look through the book with me.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]He gets closer to you and takes the book. As he inspects it, he starts talking. “My name is Lawrence, but people usually call me Larry. I’ve known Taryon for about 30 years now. What were your parents’ names?”
„ Andres and Amaya, they always keep the stories of there adventures vague and fantastic. They said they traveled with one of the greatest adventures that ever walked Wildemount and his Metal servant.“
(Is Larry trying to take the book and hide it, or does he allow me to look into it too.)
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]((He’s not hiding it. At this point, he isn’t suspicious of you.))
He stands there for a moment, visibly trying to remember the names. “They sound familiar, but I can’t quite place it... The metal ‘servant’ is Doty, and if you see him, don’t call him a servant. His hatred of the word is one of the few things that all of his previous versions share.” He looks back out the door. “Why don’t you stay? Would you like a drink? Taryon and Doty are out right now, but they should be back soon. They’re more likely to remember your parents.”
„That was my idea anyway, mind if i keep reading here?“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]“That’s alright.” He moves over to the door, before turning back to you. “Would you like some tea?”
„That would be great, thank you.“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]He turns and walks out of the room, looking back as he closes the door behind him to give you some privacy. You are left alone to read through any of the books you wish.
Last, but not least, we take a look at another half-elf. With long, black hair neatly kept in buns, this young woman has an almost sickly paleness to her skin. Her gray eyes may stand out as the only color on her face. She doesn’t attract too much attention, but the spellbook under her arm certainly does. A figure runs by her.
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The figure tries to grab the spellbook out from under her arm, but as a hand reaches out for the book, the figure trips on a loose stone in the ground. The figure falls and tumbles.
What do you do?
Zoya pulls the book close to her chest and digs her nails into the cover.
“Watch where you’re going,” she hisses and pulls out a copper piece that she throws to the figure on the ground. “There are much better books out there!”
Turning around and moving away from the figure, she makes two mental notes.
One, the book was a bad idea. She has to transcribe every spell in there to something else, soon. Her clothes or her skin or the bottom of her shoes. She couldn’t keep carrying this thing around for much longer.
Two, don’t throw money on the ground. Her purse is light enough already - hopefully it's enough for another night out here.
She looks at her surroundings.
I leave a note saying that i am awfully sorry, but something came up. I will return in the morning and look forward to talk with Terrion about his adventures and my parrents Andras and Amaya. I take the book with me and leave the way i came. I return to a small inn were i start to read the book.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Zoya
You throw a copper piece at the figure, who takes off the hood of his cloak. You see a boy of about 13 years of age. He has dirt smeared all over his face, with some fresh scratches from his fall. He quickly picks up the copper and looks to you. “I’m sorry, miss. Almost every book sells well in this town.”
"I'm not sure a book full of scribbles is going to serve you," she says and steps closer, keeping her distance and still holding the book tight. "But...where would one go to buy a book out here?"