Our story begins in Longacre, a Chelish town on the edge of the Whisperwood where people go to forget and to be forgotten. You have recently found yourself in town, with the promise of gold in your pockets for accomplishing a simple task. Your contact, Cimri Staelish, an attractive young woman with short, black hair and brown eyes, meets you at The Last Stand Tavern, and escorts you to the site of the job.

A few lights shine in the streets and windows, and the occasional snippet of conversation or laughter issues from open doors, but on the outskirts of town, the night is quiet and dark. Sparse clouds scud across the sky, momentarily obscuring the dim light from the moon overhead. Across a scrubby field, barely distinguishable under the starry sky, a darkened, fortlike compound hunches in the distance.

Cimri points toward the dim structure.

“That’s it--Louslik Tannery. Here’s the job: We break in, sack ol’ Louslik’s office, take whatever’s shiny, and get out before the sheriff shows up. If we get separated, meet back at the Ash House by dawn.”

Dull moonlight glints across her dagger as she flicks it in emphasis. “If you get pinched, remember: you’re mute. Keep your mouth shut, and I’ll handle things. I got assurances that we won’t take any blame if things go south. But get chatty and I’ll let you rot.” A beat passes and her usual crooked smirk appears. “If you don’t screw things up, we’ll all be drinking on Razelago’s coin come dawn. Let’s do this.”

Take this opportunity to describe yourself; at the very least, what others can make out in the dim moonlight.

Over two meters, taller than everybody in the group, Bodruk bends a little bit to hear Cimri, nodding his head and listening carefully to the orders. Years of training in the military taught him to stick carefully to the plan. Cimri must have made her recon correctly and Bodruck’s informant have revealed that the so-called Louslik was not paying his taxes for a while. “Time to bring back some order in this village.” he thought. 

When Cimri finishes, the giant human soldier checks carefully that his armor and his shield are well adjusted. On his side is attached a warhammer as well as two small handaxes. As he moves, one could glimpse a few tattoos on his arms, under the armor: the sigil of the House of Thrune as well as three inverted triangles arranged in larger triangle; the symbol of Asmodeus

Finishing his ale in one go, he looks at the small group and gives a big smile “Easy job. Good timing, I needed some exercise”

 Standing in the shadows, and covered by a dark -- but finely made -- cloak, the details of Thana's figure are hard to make out, other than a flash of pale skin, cut by the dark red of her lips as she smiles faintly. (Insight check on whether Cimri is telling the truth that none of us will take the fall if caught: 19)

"Easy job," she echoes. "I'd like to take the time to cast a spell that might help us, though it will take a few minutes. How long will it take to cross the fields?"

"Let us rot? How nice. What is the expected profit?" Phallus, a robed figure of average height and size, speaks from a spot in the shadows. His voice is quiet and carries the scent of dust and mold.

OOC: Gonna be up to 24 more hours till I can post sorry.

Thana, Cimri appears to be honest with you all. It will take approximately twenty minutes to cross the field, as you move a mile west from town. "Any magical aid will be well-received by me if it helps us."

Phallus, Cimri turns to you and says "50 gold a person, and my patron says he has an extra gift for each of you as well." She smiles. "He always gives the best gifts." As if for emphasis, she twirls one of her finely-made daggers.

As you approach the tannery, you realize why it is built so far out of town; the scent of chemicals and dung, an unfortunate necessity when it comes to creating leather, is overpowering as you approach.

"As for getting in, I'm open to suggestions. We could climb the wall, or, there's a gap in the northern wall we could try to slip through."

Here is a map of the tannery.

After they've crossed the field, but before they're right outside the tannery, Thana will ritually cast Detect Magic and check for guards and traps. "Is there a watch at all, or is the place expected to be abandoned at night?" How tall are the walls?

Bodruk looks at his armor and shield and whispers: "Don't expect me to be as silent as the night. I better be in the back." He glance quickly to the walls and adds "For the entrance, I don't mind. Both suggestions are good. That type of wall, I can climb with one arm, but I would suggest through the opening, less noisy. I would check for traps though."

In general terms, Coriana looks similar to Cimri, "an attractive young woman with short, black hair". Her strong nose and piercing blue eyes clearly set them apart. She wears unadorned leathers with a longsword at her hip.

"Going over the wall is just crazy talk.  Slip through the gap I say."

"There are two employees that may still be here, Shaul and Pippa, but they do not pose much of a threat. Other than them, Louslik has a dog that could alert his master to our presence."

Thana, you cast Detect Magic, but sense nothing magical. The walls are 10 feet tall, and the gap in the wall is about two feet wide.

Bodruk takes a meat ration from his backpack and asks around "Does anyone has some poison ? That could help to deal with the dog silently.."

"Well, let's see if I can't solve a few of our problems," Thana says. She skims her hands together in a circular motion, and when she opens them up, a creature of some sort is in her arms -- sharp-toothed and disgustingly bald, it flaps its wings and licks at her face, its claws digging into the material of her cloak. "Hello, Gaap darling. An abyssal chicken today? How clever you are," she coos at it. "Be a dear and just scout along the fence, quiet as you can. We're looking for anyone alert inside, and also the state of the lock on the front gate. If there's a dog feel free to lead it on a merry chase after you've scouted the remainder, just stay away from the gap around the side if you do so, won't you?" She gives it a peck on the cheek, just narrowly missing a bite from the sharp beak.

The abyssal chicken familiar will fly up and over the fence, and scout as requested. As long as it's within 100 feet of her, Thana shouldn't need to be blind or deaf in order to get a telepathic report from it on what it finds. Stealth for the familiar: 5 Investigation for the familiar: 11

Gaap flies into the grounds of the tannery, and scouts around. Unfortunately, the three creatures found therein--a mastiff hound, and two men, one of them balding and the other one fat--all notice the abyssal chicken. The two men don't appear to be "guards," per se, as they were tending to the vats of chemicals rather than patrolling the grounds. One of them points to the chicken and calls out "What the hells is that?" as the dog begins the chase. 

Gaap will begin evasive maneuvers, heading south to flit over the tanning pits and flapping up onto the the wall, hopping back and forth, screaming at the dog.

"Quick, let's head through the gap while they're distracted."

Coriana slips through the gap,  staying to the shadows trying to avoid notice.  Stealth: 13

stealth adv 20

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Bodruk takes a meat ration from his backpack and asks around "Does anyone has some poison ? That could help to deal with the dog silently.."

Phallus smiles, his breath reeking of decay.

“We’ll I guess we are not doing the poison thing”. Bodruk follows the group as silently as possible

stealth -1

EDIT: OMG (actually it's 0... made a mistake in my modifier)

Everyone actually roll Stealth with advantage as the dog and men are distracted.

Stealth for Thana: 17

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Everyone actually roll Stealth with advantage as the dog and men are distracted.

Phallus: 15