Bishop Klogg is on vacation until Wednesday. Sorry!
If you have an urgent need to see the Bishop, please leave your name in the box, and someone will contact you when he's back in town.
Next to the sign is a small box with a slot in the lid and a pile of blank slips of paper.
OOC
Sorry to post a call-to-adventure and then leave town -I'd planned to post this when I got back, but I figured it was better to start the recruitment for both Lauto-themed adventures at the same time so people could sort themselves out.
Once again: this adventure is for 1 leader (Dextyr gets first pick, but if he doesn't want to join someone else can do it) and any number of strikers.
Last edited by JoeNotCharles; 7th July 2009 at 06:32 PM..
Blade, the deva avenger, marches up to the box, surprised that he arrived quicker than the half-orc, Tonk, walks up and looks at the box quizzically. He continues to inspect it while he waits for the others, seeing if its some sort of trick to test out the intelligence of the applicants, chuckling to himself thinking of Tonk taking an apptitude test on anything other than bashing or eating...
He decides to simply put his name down in each of the languages he knows, and leans against the wall next to the door.
You can shouting in the foyer of the temple. "Helloooooooo! Where is job?"
"Helloooooooooooo! Where is people?"
Tonk wanders into the office's waiting area. He carries the spine and head of a roasted pig in one hand. "Oh! Hello, Punch Brother! I get much lost on way here."
Tonk reads the sign.
"Aaaaaaawwww! Is not job! Is wait for job!"
He thinks for a moment, biting through the skull of the pig and slurping out brains. "Okay, I have idea. I go into office and find papers that tell of job. We go do job. When bishop find out we do without he have to ask, he be much happy!"
Tonk pulls out his thieves' tools and works on the lock.
Dextyr enters and wears a curious frown upon his face. "Hmmm if this job was that the Bishop forgot his keys I think hs should have contacted a locksmith. What are you up to Tonk?" Dextyr asks with a bemused smile as if half guessing what the comical half orc will say.
Upon seeing the sign and the box Dextyr writes down his name and places the paper in the waiting container.
He then turns to Blade. "I wonder who else will take up the Bishops job offer? I suppose the fewer of us there are, the better the payoff will be if there is any loot to split" Dextyr comments.
OOC
So far its Dex, Blade, Tonk and Tristan. I wonder if Vixo or Dang't will want in on this action? A ranged striker would be nice to and a bit of balance to this mix.
Just to inform your RP over the weekend... KenHood's approach works. I won't actually have time to post what you find in the office until next Wednesday anyway, so it doesn't save any time, though.
And if anyone gets bored of waiting and wants to go join another adventure instead, feel free.
"Well I do appreciate your zeal Tonk, perhaps it'd be wise if we wait for the bishop. If we go in without him there, he might get mad and then we don't get paid for job. That would not be very good" Blade says to Tonk
"No, no. Is okay. We leave note. Beside, people much impress with those that take initiative." He rolls the syllables of the word around his mouth. "When he find note, he say, 'Hey! Look at these who go and get! They is much good boys! I give much gold and more job!'"
"Also, all door is to say, 'Come to look behind me! I have thing of interest on other side!' Especially if lock. If lock, mean people want you to open and see what is behind. Otherwise, they no lock, so you know is not so of interest. What? You parent not teach you this? Is known to everyone."
"I must admit that is an interesting rationale Tonk, although I still think that certain religious-types don't like people going in their homes, they usually keep it locked to keep people out..." Blade replies.
Dextyr walks over to Tonk, "Tonk my friend, I like your initiative, but perhaps Blade is correct - Perhaps where the Bishop comes from people lock their doors to actually keep others out when they are not there. I like your theory, but if the Bishop doesn't then we may not only be out of a job, but we also may be getting a visit from the city guard. So please my friend, why don't we wait for the Bishop to return and in the meantime you can tell me more about your Mama....and you mentioned a sister?..." Dextyr finishes off with a friendly grin in hopes that Tonk will leave the Bishops door alone.
dice roll
Dextyr will try and be diplomactic with Tonk to try and persuade him from breaking into the Bishops office
Dex will also use his words of friendship encounter power to help out with this roll
After Tonk runs off again, Tristan speaks up. The weird part is that none of the three noticed him arrive - the elf was simply there, slipping a piece of paper (upon which was written his name) into the box and talking. "Well, he certainly is persistent. No matter; I will wait for the bishop's return. I take it both of you are doing likewise?"
OOC
Stealth (1d20+11=27). Just wanted to see if I can sneak up on all of you Beat all of your Passive Perceptions
He wasn't moving fast enough for speed to be a factor, so lack of cover would be the only one. Even if it's -5 I still beat everyone's passive scores - Blade has the best with 21
Plus, it's in a corridor in a building that quite possibly has less-than-optimal lighting, and he could have potentially used someone's body as visual barrier. Unless you were all facing the direction Tristan would have come from, heh.
"Good Luck Tonk, you will be greatly missed punch brother. Perhaps in this like or the next we will meet again. Blade says to the departing half-orc, then turning to the newly appeared Tristan.
"That is some power you have to remain unseen. As long as you don't stab our foes in the back, I am genuinely impressed. You are correct, I will remain here, a few moments in my experiences. Perhaps we can spar a bit while we wait? I see that unique blade in your hands, I haven't seen anyone capable of wielding such an implement with any skill. Would you mind demonstrating for me?" Blade asks, stepping back to give Tristan some room.
Who said I was being stealthy all the way from the tavern? Getting separated somewhere along the way and then shadowing the group (you guys can't outrun Tristan, unless Tonk is charging someone), he could easily sneak down the last corridor or whatever once you've stopped. You three did have time for a short conversation and one bout of lockpicking, I might add.
You just don't want to get sneaked up on
"It would pass the time ... but my skills truly work better when there is an opponent. Striking empty air is ... rather boring." Tristan ponders a moment, then decides to humor Blade somewhat. Drawing the blade, he holds it in a manner to let Blade inspect it. "It works well enough for my purposes. A very keen edge."
While Blade is looking at his sword, Tristan shares some thoughts on one of his other statements. "I suppose I'm not surprised that you don't approve of stabbing foes in the back. But if you aren't alert enough to notice an enemy sneaking up on you, it's your own fault when their sword goes through your chest. As far as I'm concerned. I won't forgive my enemies' shortcomings. Would you refrain from cutting down a man who did not know how to wield the weapon he had picked up, simply because of his lack of skill?"
A short, dirty, female elf ambles up the street toward the temple, humming a tune, the levity of which seems out of character for the dull, urban setting. It seems to paint, with music, a scene of sunshine breaking through a canopy of forest leaves, illuminating a path, one spot of light at a time.
A longbow is slung across her back, one end stabbing at the air over her head like an antenna, while the other end almost drags on the ground behind her. Daggers adorn her belt, and mud is smeared across her face.
Her hands are smeared with dried blood, and her breath smells of ale (but only slightly). She smiles to herself as she walks up to the temple door, ignoring the gathered group. In a soft low voice, the tune she was humming takes some improptu words...
"Three boys, a half-orc. Here is the place to apply. Bishop Klogg's Office."
Mikara reads the note, and an annoyed look crosses her face. She spits on her bloody hand and rolls her finger on a piece of the provided paper, leaving a rusty print. She folds the paper and slides it into the box.
It's only at this point that she acknowledges the others, but only with a polite smile to each. Her smile to Dextyr seems a little forced, while she seems to be more amicable toward Tristan.
She walks past the group and back down the street to the Hanged Man.
Beat all of your Passive Perceptions 
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