Final words...

Moggthegob

First Post
Hide Check (1d20+2=13)
Zook tries his best to seem unassuming with a big book in hand. Gnomish scholarsshould not be too out of the ordinary he thinks as he struggles along. He appears to be wearing his wounds lightly, much better than his frame would suggest anyhow and therefore does not seem to hav ebeen in a fight recently. Upon arriving he follows Kae's lead an begis to set up shop on the second floor, looking for ways to posibly sound-proof the room a little bit.
 

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Paranoia833

First Post
Ambra's hide check (1d20+2=20)

While not exactly adept at the art of stealth, Ambra knows how to blend into a crowd. Conetent to let Kae talk to the landlord (Ambra wished she had the courage to bribe someone so brazenly) she helps herself to a candle and leads the party to her room, such as it is. Upon entering the bedsit, Ambra shuts the curtains and wedges a chair under the doorknob trying to make a makeshift barracade.

'Are you sure your supposed trap yourself in a small contained space like that?'

'Shut up Brye! This is what they always do in the Chronicle. Besides we can always escape via the window'

Brye descends back into his usual grumbling and Ambra begins to think.

"Um, Rethlin could you put the man on the bed please. We may as well make him feel comfortable."

When everything is ready for the interrogation, Ambra begins to try and rouse him from his stupor. When the man begins to awaken from unconciousness (either naturally or from one of her companions' healing attempts) she begins talking to him in a soothing voice.

"It's okay, you're among friends. I'm afraid there's been a terrible misunderstanding, we need information." She reaches out with her mind trying to probe the mook's thoughts and nudge him in the right direction.

OOC: Ambra casts Psionic Charm whenever the mook begins to wake. DC 14 will save to resist. In addition Ambra will try and supplement it with a bluff check... and rolls miserably.

Ambra's attempt to bluff the mook (1d20+7=9)

PP remaining: 2
 


ajanders

Explorer
The man looked pretty unprepossessing, but he got you a good room. It's an immense bedsit with bay windows and a closet big enough to be a small bedroom.
Two twin beds, a washstand, four chairs, a table, and a fireplace furnish the room. There's a dresser, another chair, and a writing table in the closet...with room left over for more clothes.

Everything is old and teak: the windows have wooden lattices over them to keep out some of the animals and let in some of the breezes.

The mook on the bed stirs.
"Mwhrrrrmmm. Errrk."

"It's okay, you're among friends. I'm afraid there's been a terrible misunderstanding, we need information." She reaches out with her mind trying to probe the mook's thoughts and nudge him in the right direction.

The mook glares at her and says nothing.

Spot check at a DC 15 for all. If you make it, read the spoiler.

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The mook is chewing on something.
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Kaodi

Hero
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As his companions retreat, Sedar looks for a suitable spot out of sight for him to do another change. In a moment, he has reassumed the identity of Bhalag, the hearty dwarven warrior, his cloak changing to a non-descript grey-brown.

Disguise complete, he steps back out into the street and decides on a suitable location to have witnessed the carnage from.

" Those fools aught to hurry up. It's a bad idea to leave a dwarf waiting. "
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ajanders

Explorer
Veyk
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The watch, does, in fact, arrive after about 20 minutes: they showed up at the fire first.
Four watchmen, one city inquisitive.
The watchmen start closing off the walkway so the inquisitive can look at the bodies undisturbed.
It looks like it's going to start raining again soon.
Once the watchmen get the walkway closed off, they start canvassing the crown looking for people to be witnesses.
It doesn't look like it's going well for them.
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Kaodi

Hero
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Bhalag allows himself a little while to enjoy the watchmen wasting time, then casually struts up towards the scene, pointing towards the one-legged corpse.

" Taken clean off by a bolt of wizard's fire, that was, " he says, " Poor bastard never had a chance. "
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