“I do believe they must know we‘re here by now. I say we head up to the front and knock on that door. Might as well do what we’re here to do.” Si starts heading up the stone stairs to the front doors.
(( Anything note worthy about this door? Perception : 23 ))
"What are the odds that these people will actually be friendly?" Talvian asks half jokingly then a spark of inspiration hits him, "What if we pretend to be members of the Bringers of Woe? Say that our leader was captured by some powerful adventurers so we came here to be instructed on what to do next?"
"If we are going to do this we should do it before we get to the gate," Talvian pulls out his own brush and paints as well as the coin he imprinted the symbol of the Bringers of Woe on, "Here this is the symbol, we will paint the symbol on you three while I will keep my coin and use it, I'll act the part of leader for our group with them sound good?"
"Worth a try." Jhazaal says with a nod. "Seems people who hire assassins and such wouldn't be too keen to have people poking around, so pretending to be one of these bringers of woe might be worthwhile."
When you knock on the door, a small panel in the monasteries front door slides open, and someone wearing a golden mask peers out. The mask is fashioned in the shape of a scowling gargoyle, but that hand that opened the panel seems human enough. From beneath the human mask comes a female voice: Yes? What do you want?
Talvian clears his throat then holds out the coin so the woman in the mask could see the displayed image. "I believe you know of us," Talvian says deepening his voice, "there has been some...complications and were told to come here to report on the incident."
Jhazaal walks up the stairs behind Talvial, standing in his shadow as he knocks on the door and the woman with the mask answers it. He cocks his head as he takes in the mask, thinking it is quite interesting the woman is hiding her face behind one. He rubs a hand over his bald head as Talvian begins to speak, hoping the deception works, or they would have to find another way inside.
As he waits for the woman's response, Jhazaal moves from foot to foot, a bit nervously, but hidden behind Talvial for the most part from the view of the woman.
She opens the door, revealing the room inside, made of dark basalt. Three doors are in this room, one is the entrance, and there is a door to the west and east sides of the room too. "Really" the woman says "What business do you have with us?"
"As I have said we came to make our report on the job we were hired for," Talvian restates, "There were some complications due to the geographical incident that occurred in Red Larch. Some of our members were killed by some sellswords, others were captured, so we wished to discuss what our next step should be."
"Yep, issues were encounter..." Jhazaal agrees, giving the woman a smile filled with sharp goblin teeth. He nods to Tavlian, trying to install confidence into his companion. Jhazaal's own confidence is in short supply though, as he rubs a hand over his bald head again and nervously stepbs back behind Talvian again, moving out of sight of the door as much as possible once more.
Talvian turns, nods to the others, then takes a confident step into the door way to follow the woman in the golden mask trying his best to keep his poker face from slipping.
Jhazaal has sweat running down his back in rivers as he ambles after the others. He tries to keep at least one of them between him and the masked woman at all times as he walks. Pulling the sleeve of his cloak over his face, he tries to wipe sweat from his forehead. "Is it hot in here?" He asks as they walk. "I am feeling quite warm..." He hopes this lame excuse is enough to keep others from wondering about his nervous sweating.
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“I do believe they must know we‘re here by now. I say we head up to the front and knock on that door. Might as well do what we’re here to do.” Si starts heading up the stone stairs to the front doors.
(( Anything note worthy about this door? Perception : 23 ))
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
The door is made of strong timber with iron studs.
"What are the odds that these people will actually be friendly?" Talvian asks half jokingly then a spark of inspiration hits him, "What if we pretend to be members of the Bringers of Woe? Say that our leader was captured by some powerful adventurers so we came here to be instructed on what to do next?"
"I like that idea. Maybe we can draw the symbol on ourselves somehow." Jedavii remarks as they head for the gate.
“Ah, good idea. But which symbol? I forget.” Si asks as he takes out a pen and ink.
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
"If we are going to do this we should do it before we get to the gate," Talvian pulls out his own brush and paints as well as the coin he imprinted the symbol of the Bringers of Woe on, "Here this is the symbol, we will paint the symbol on you three while I will keep my coin and use it, I'll act the part of leader for our group with them sound good?"
"Worth a try." Jhazaal says with a nod. "Seems people who hire assassins and such wouldn't be too keen to have people poking around, so pretending to be one of these bringers of woe might be worthwhile."
“Perfect. Let’s do this. We’ll follow your lead then”
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
When you knock on the door, a small panel in the monasteries front door slides open, and someone wearing a golden mask peers out. The mask is fashioned in the shape of a scowling gargoyle, but that hand that opened the panel seems human enough. From beneath the human mask comes a female voice: Yes? What do you want?
Who's lead? Jhazaal is not taking the lead in this disguise work.
(( Talvian ))
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
Talvian clears his throat then holds out the coin so the woman in the mask could see the displayed image. "I believe you know of us," Talvian says deepening his voice, "there has been some...complications and were told to come here to report on the incident."
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Jhazaal walks up the stairs behind Talvial, standing in his shadow as he knocks on the door and the woman with the mask answers it. He cocks his head as he takes in the mask, thinking it is quite interesting the woman is hiding her face behind one. He rubs a hand over his bald head as Talvian begins to speak, hoping the deception works, or they would have to find another way inside.
As he waits for the woman's response, Jhazaal moves from foot to foot, a bit nervously, but hidden behind Talvial for the most part from the view of the woman.
She opens the door, revealing the room inside, made of dark basalt. Three doors are in this room, one is the entrance, and there is a door to the west and east sides of the room too. "Really" the woman says "What business do you have with us?"
"As I have said we came to make our report on the job we were hired for," Talvian restates, "There were some complications due to the geographical incident that occurred in Red Larch. Some of our members were killed by some sellswords, others were captured, so we wished to discuss what our next step should be."
"Yep, issues were encounter..." Jhazaal agrees, giving the woman a smile filled with sharp goblin teeth. He nods to Tavlian, trying to install confidence into his companion. Jhazaal's own confidence is in short supply though, as he rubs a hand over his bald head again and nervously stepbs back behind Talvian again, moving out of sight of the door as much as possible once more.
"We'll get you a meeting with Qarbo," she says as she opens a door, "let's go,"
Will you follow her?
Talvian turns, nods to the others, then takes a confident step into the door way to follow the woman in the golden mask trying his best to keep his poker face from slipping.
"Yes, ma'am." Jedavii says as he follows them in.
Jhazaal has sweat running down his back in rivers as he ambles after the others. He tries to keep at least one of them between him and the masked woman at all times as he walks. Pulling the sleeve of his cloak over his face, he tries to wipe sweat from his forehead. "Is it hot in here?" He asks as they walk. "I am feeling quite warm..." He hopes this lame excuse is enough to keep others from wondering about his nervous sweating.