Rictor tips his hat to the others. "Much obliged, fellas. I don't think the rest of 'em would have taken the hint that gigantism trick didn't work."
He chuckled to himself periodically on the rest of the trip, still tickled by the looks on the orcs faces. In good spirits for the first time in weeks he rides up behind Ravoskan and nods with a winsome smile.
It appears the fight had ended before your arrival. Each of you do hear the mutterings from the crowd:
Villager #1: "That's the dangdist thing I ever saw." Villager #2: "I never seen anything like it." Villager #3: "Did you see where that Chinaman went?"
Ravoskan asks his question. 1 of the villagers is watching the men get back up. he doesn't turn his head when he says: "Down the street on the left." replying to Ravoskan's inquiry.
(Assumption: of next moves. if there is something different let me know) The party makes its way to the other side of the small village. As you go through the village you see various new signs hanging from buildings: "Jake's Place Barber & Dentist" "Dr. Brown's Office" "Chan's Apothecary"
The party arrives at the small building on the other side of the village that has a sign hanging out front 'Old Bull Sheriff Office The Honorable Dan Turnlock" The exterior of the building appears to be about 60 ft. x 90 ft. with an exterior roofed porch. There are a couple of old wicker chairs on the porch and a table. Sitting in one of the chairs is a human male, brown hair, and wearing jeans, boots, and a winter jacket. On the table next to the man are a bottle and 1 shot glass. The man looks up at the party as they arrive. "
Keth had quite a fright himself when he grew to such largeness but appreciated that violence was avoided. He had no love for the orc side of his heritage but also knew such a pack could have meant trouble.
The sight of the sheriff sitting alone and having a drink put the half-orc off. He liked his firewater as much as the next man but as a soldier he knew there was a time and place.
"That is, if you are this Sheriff Turnlock," he added, finishing Val's inquiry.
Rictor peers curiously at the bottle and the shotglass. "This lawman might not have his wits entirely about him, fellas," he whispers to the rest of the group before they approach.
"Just checkin' in as the signage demands, sheriff. Say, you know you got a fightin' individual from the Orient runnin' amok in your town?"
The man looks up and listens to what each of you says. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a plug of tobacco and a small knife. He cuts a piece of the plug off and uses the knife to guide it into his mouth. He replaces the plug and knife back inside his jacket and chews on the tobacco a moment. After chewing he leans forward and spits a big black/brown glob on the ground. Wiping the remnants from his mouth he says:
"Sherrif ain't here right now. He's hold up at home with some sort of sickness Doc can't quite place. Ya'll can go about yer business and get what ya need. If'n yer staying the night the Dancing Lady has a couple of rooms. If'n ya'll planning to do nefarious things the town folk been told to shot first and ask questions later." He says, emphasizing the statement by spitting another glob on the ground. "Ya'll have a nice day." he says. You get the impression he has little to nothing more to tell you.
Cookie turn and looks back a bit. "I'm gonna head on back an check in with the General Store. I'll catch up with ya at the Dancing Lady in about an hour." Cookie flicks the reins and steers the horses and wagon back towards the middle of town.
(let me know of any actions prior to this next bit)
The party turns back and heads to the middle of the village. Your horses slosh through a mud puddle here and there which is a bit odd because it hasn't rained in a couple of weeks. You all stop to the side of the roadway, making plans and talking amongst as need be. While there you observe a stagecoach coming in from the south. Its arrival makes you realize there is a southern roadway that comes into town.
A couple of locals walk by and you overhear a bit of their conversation. "I ain't seen anything like it. That Chinaman moves so fast those guys didn't have a chance." says one man. "It was weird how he moves so fast but it seemed like he was in slow motion. Must be some sort of Chinese magic." replies the other.
Riding into the village in the same direction the party came in are 6 men dressed in U.S. Cavalry uniforms. They seem to be making their way to the General Store.
”No one go off by themselves. Strangers ain’t always friendly, an’ they won’t think you smartin’ off is funny. I’ll be heading by the doc’s to go talk to this sheriff about the orc band. Couple o’ ya’ll stay with Cookie, an’ a couple ya’ll go get rooms.”
Rictor smiles still, though it doesn't reach his eyes. He tips his hat politely and turns to leave. "I have business at this 'Dancing Lady'. Feel free to tag along for a drink, gents."
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Perception: 14
Keth nods at Val's advice and chuckles when Ravoskan points out the inconsistency, "He has a point friend. Normally you could count on me but I plan to head over to Cookie. He has taught me some cooking and I may be able to help somehow."
Ravoskan shrugs uncertainly, "As you say. In that case, I think I shall join Rictor at this 'Dancing Lady'. Perhaps we can find others who seek employment there."
Bill just nods following Rictor "Could use a good game of cards and a drink." As they enter the building he will survey the tables looking for the one that seems best to win some money at.
OOC:
Utilizing his background feature never tell me the odds.
Never Tell Me the Odds
Odds and probability are your bread and butter. During downtime activities that involve games of chance or figuring odds on the best plan, you can get a solid sense of which choice is likely the best one and which opportunities seem too good to be true, at the DM’s determination.
Val is the first to notice the stagecoach pulling up outside the dancing lady. There is only 1 passenger and as she disembarks your eyes go wide. No, that can't be her.
Val Flashback: Val is 17 and he and the girl next door, if next door is someone who lives the farm over, are climbing and hanging from a Great Oak Tree. "Val" she asks. 'What are you gonna do now?" her voice has a melodious one to it. "I ain't rightly sure" Val replies. "I hear back east there are folks becoming conservationist, taking the time to explore and study the land and all. If it's true and I get to go back east to school like my Pa said he'd send me, then I'll try and do that." Val's reply has some confidence to it. The girl looks at him sternly: "Valus Edmond Cartwright, You promised me you'd marry me!" she exclaims. "Right here under this Sacred Oak an' my Pa and your Pa came to an agreement. You are supposed to marry me and we are GONNA BE HAPPY!" she says, punctuating the last part of her sentence by jabbing a finger into Val's chest. Val swallows a big gulp of air. He and this girl had been friends for most of their lives and he thought they were just playing when he promised to marry her all those years ago. "If'n you don't come back to marry me I'll hunt you down and make you keep that promise," she says with a fury like the storms itself. Val gulps again. "Yes Julieanna," he says in an almost defeated voice. Present: "But that was years ago."Val thinks to himself. "She can't possibly have meant all that." The woman from the stagecoach turns and Val's heart drops into his stomach. It's her! And she's tracked Val down!
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Val looks to see if she appears armed, surreptitiously heading for the clinic still, head down. But he’s watching like a Hawk, and doesn’t go inside unless it looks like she’s spotted him. He’ll linger in the doorway to watch where she goes.
The woman, standing about 5'2", thin build, black hair curled up in a bun with the bun and rest of the hair hidden under a straw hat adorned with flowers. She is wearing a gray/blue jacket with gold buttons. Under the jacket, she is wearing a white and pink dress. She is also wearing black boots with white boot covers, She pulls a pocket watch from her pocket and seems to turn about 240 degrees, and ends up facing the party. She promptly puts the watch away, picks up a large bag, and puts an umbrella under her right arm, and marches right up to the party. She stops, standing about 6 feet from the party, her stern gaze falling on each member of the party. There are no introductions, no pleasantries. Just a firm, demanding question.
"Where did he go?" she asks. "My watch tells me he was just here and he hangs around with the likes of you so, I ask again where did my Val go?"
Ravoskan moves up with a smile and reaches for her hand to bow and lightly kiss, "I am sorry miss...? This Val you are looking for, a young man approximately this tall? This man is a friend of ours! He went to visit the clinic to find the sheriff, come, I will lead you to him. My friends, I will catch up with you at this 'Dancing Lady', after I help this young lady."
Rictor tips his hat to the others. "Much obliged, fellas. I don't think the rest of 'em would have taken the hint that gigantism trick didn't work."
He chuckled to himself periodically on the rest of the trip, still tickled by the looks on the orcs faces. In good spirits for the first time in weeks he rides up behind Ravoskan and nods with a winsome smile.
Val watches the fight’s end, waiting patiently.
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It appears the fight had ended before your arrival. Each of you do hear the mutterings from the crowd:
Villager #1: "That's the dangdist thing I ever saw."
Villager #2: "I never seen anything like it."
Villager #3: "Did you see where that Chinaman went?"
Ravoskan asks his question. 1 of the villagers is watching the men get back up. he doesn't turn his head when he says: "Down the street on the left." replying to Ravoskan's inquiry.
(Assumption: of next moves. if there is something different let me know)
The party makes its way to the other side of the small village. As you go through the village you see various new signs hanging from buildings:
"Jake's Place Barber & Dentist"
"Dr. Brown's Office"
"Chan's Apothecary"
The party arrives at the small building on the other side of the village that has a sign hanging out front 'Old Bull Sheriff Office The Honorable Dan Turnlock"
The exterior of the building appears to be about 60 ft. x 90 ft. with an exterior roofed porch. There are a couple of old wicker chairs on the porch and a table. Sitting in one of the chairs is a human male, brown hair, and wearing jeans, boots, and a winter jacket. On the table next to the man are a bottle and 1 shot glass. The man looks up at the party as they arrive.
"
Val gets off his horse and approaches.
” ‘Lo there, sheriff. Ya know there was a fight up the street there?”
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Keth had quite a fright himself when he grew to such largeness but appreciated that violence was avoided. He had no love for the orc side of his heritage but also knew such a pack could have meant trouble.
The sight of the sheriff sitting alone and having a drink put the half-orc off. He liked his firewater as much as the next man but as a soldier he knew there was a time and place.
"That is, if you are this Sheriff Turnlock," he added, finishing Val's inquiry.
Rictor peers curiously at the bottle and the shotglass. "This lawman might not have his wits entirely about him, fellas," he whispers to the rest of the group before they approach.
"Just checkin' in as the signage demands, sheriff. Say, you know you got a fightin' individual from the Orient runnin' amok in your town?"
Ravoskan remains politely silent, allowing those with more experience with lawmen to handle this discussion.
The man looks up and listens to what each of you says. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a plug of tobacco and a small knife. He cuts a piece of the plug off and uses the knife to guide it into his mouth. He replaces the plug and knife back inside his jacket and chews on the tobacco a moment. After chewing he leans forward and spits a big black/brown glob on the ground. Wiping the remnants from his mouth he says:
"Sherrif ain't here right now. He's hold up at home with some sort of sickness Doc can't quite place. Ya'll can go about yer business and get what ya need. If'n yer staying the night the Dancing Lady has a couple of rooms. If'n ya'll planning to do nefarious things the town folk been told to shot first and ask questions later." He says, emphasizing the statement by spitting another glob on the ground.
"Ya'll have a nice day." he says. You get the impression he has little to nothing more to tell you.
Cookie turn and looks back a bit. "I'm gonna head on back an check in with the General Store. I'll catch up with ya at the Dancing Lady in about an hour." Cookie flicks the reins and steers the horses and wagon back towards the middle of town.
(let me know of any actions prior to this next bit)
The party turns back and heads to the middle of the village. Your horses slosh through a mud puddle here and there which is a bit odd because it hasn't rained in a couple of weeks. You all stop to the side of the roadway, making plans and talking amongst as need be. While there you observe a stagecoach coming in from the south. Its arrival makes you realize there is a southern roadway that comes into town.
A couple of locals walk by and you overhear a bit of their conversation. "I ain't seen anything like it. That Chinaman moves so fast those guys didn't have a chance." says one man. "It was weird how he moves so fast but it seemed like he was in slow motion. Must be some sort of Chinese magic." replies the other.
Riding into the village in the same direction the party came in are 6 men dressed in U.S. Cavalry uniforms. They seem to be making their way to the General Store.
(Need a Perception Roll from everyone)
Val Perception 13
”No one go off by themselves. Strangers ain’t always friendly, an’ they won’t think you smartin’ off is funny. I’ll be heading by the doc’s to go talk to this sheriff about the orc band. Couple o’ ya’ll stay with Cookie, an’ a couple ya’ll go get rooms.”
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Ravoskan nods his agreement, and then frowns, "But wait, will that not mean you will be alone against your own advice?"
Perception: 7
Rictor smiles still, though it doesn't reach his eyes. He tips his hat politely and turns to leave. "I have business at this 'Dancing Lady'. Feel free to tag along for a drink, gents."
Perception: 12
Perception: 14
Keth nods at Val's advice and chuckles when Ravoskan points out the inconsistency, "He has a point friend. Normally you could count on me but I plan to head over to Cookie. He has taught me some cooking and I may be able to help somehow."
“But I am never alone. And I’ll have the sheriff with me.”
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Ravoskan shrugs uncertainly, "As you say. In that case, I think I shall join Rictor at this 'Dancing Lady'. Perhaps we can find others who seek employment there."
Bill just nods following Rictor "Could use a good game of cards and a drink." As they enter the building he will survey the tables looking for the one that seems best to win some money at.
OOC:
Utilizing his background feature never tell me the odds.
Odds and probability are your bread and butter. During downtime activities that involve games of chance or figuring odds on the best plan, you can get a solid sense of which choice is likely the best one and which opportunities seem too good to be true, at the DM’s determination.
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Val is the first to notice the stagecoach pulling up outside the dancing lady. There is only 1 passenger and as she disembarks your eyes go wide. No, that can't be her.
Val Flashback:
Val is 17 and he and the girl next door, if next door is someone who lives the farm over, are climbing and hanging from a Great Oak Tree.
"Val" she asks. 'What are you gonna do now?" her voice has a melodious one to it.
"I ain't rightly sure" Val replies. "I hear back east there are folks becoming conservationist, taking the time to explore and study the land and all. If it's true and I get to go back east to school like my Pa said he'd send me, then I'll try and do that." Val's reply has some confidence to it.
The girl looks at him sternly: "Valus Edmond Cartwright, You promised me you'd marry me!" she exclaims. "Right here under this Sacred Oak an' my Pa and your Pa came to an agreement. You are supposed to marry me and we are GONNA BE HAPPY!" she says, punctuating the last part of her sentence by jabbing a finger into Val's chest.
Val swallows a big gulp of air. He and this girl had been friends for most of their lives and he thought they were just playing when he promised to marry her all those years ago.
"If'n you don't come back to marry me I'll hunt you down and make you keep that promise," she says with a fury like the storms itself.
Val gulps again. "Yes Julieanna," he says in an almost defeated voice.
Present:
"But that was years ago." Val thinks to himself. "She can't possibly have meant all that."
The woman from the stagecoach turns and Val's heart drops into his stomach. It's her! And she's tracked Val down!
Val looks to see if she appears armed, surreptitiously heading for the clinic still, head down. But he’s watching like a Hawk, and doesn’t go inside unless it looks like she’s spotted him. He’ll linger in the doorway to watch where she goes.
stealth 21
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The woman, standing about 5'2", thin build, black hair curled up in a bun with the bun and rest of the hair hidden under a straw hat adorned with flowers. She is wearing a gray/blue jacket with gold buttons. Under the jacket, she is wearing a white and pink dress. She is also wearing black boots with white boot covers, She pulls a pocket watch from her pocket and seems to turn about 240 degrees, and ends up facing the party. She promptly puts the watch away, picks up a large bag, and puts an umbrella under her right arm, and marches right up to the party. She stops, standing about 6 feet from the party, her stern gaze falling on each member of the party. There are no introductions, no pleasantries. Just a firm, demanding question.
"Where did he go?" she asks. "My watch tells me he was just here and he hangs around with the likes of you so, I ask again where did my Val go?"
Ravoskan moves up with a smile and reaches for her hand to bow and lightly kiss, "I am sorry miss...? This Val you are looking for, a young man approximately this tall? This man is a friend of ours! He went to visit the clinic to find the sheriff, come, I will lead you to him. My friends, I will catch up with you at this 'Dancing Lady', after I help this young lady."
Ravoskan is already dead in Val’s heart...
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