OOC: I assume you meant me CaBaNa and not Alissa.
Silphyus gave a short bow to the half elf as a greeting, his hands still sheathed in cold light and dancing shade.
"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Redboot, and the same to you Mr. Gaunt. I am Silphyus, traveling scholar and collector of esoteric lore."
Silphyus glances around at the various guards nervously. He made a mental note to learn Dwarven at some point.
"I don't suppose the Poe Eyez told you what these people looked like, did they Mr. Redboot? Or perhaps this shadow creature?"
OOC: I'm not sure what skills might be useful for tracking down the Obolus, but I'll make a Detect Magic check to see if I can pick up some sort of residue or some such thing. At the very least I might be able to tell if the Redboots are using sort of magic.
Arcana (detect magic) (1d20+8=16)
modest: I'm playing Silphyus, a deva warlock. Welcome aboard and thanks!
Kargyll responds with the closest thing to a bow the dwarf knew, clapping his hands and rubbing them together, while nodding his head of course. The large smile never leaves the Red Boot while Silphyus speaks.
While the leader of the Red Boots replies, Silphyus opens his vision to include the arcane spectrum, and is immediately aware of a number of things. Several of the guardsmen, and Kargyll himself, are wearing magic armor. The weapons hanging in the rack, at the opposite side of the room are also magic, probably from Kargyll's private collection.
Scared em too much, the shadow monster that is, kept talking about two walking dead girls, and the black tentacles. Mentioned that a human man, living, was with them as well. That's all the information they gave, and all I charged Ibram for, fairs fair. it's obvious that Kargyll's version of fair, means he makes out the winner.
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@THushman, actually I didn't mean any of that... it was accidentally copy/pasted with the rest of the skill challenge details... my apologies.
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"There are tracks outside, leading away. Unless it's your boys that have reason to go out, it's our prey. Speak quickly and let us follow!"
Then move on dark one, don't need a corpse around here anyway. gruffly spits Kargyll, [sblock=Dwarven]
Even deep-down underground dwarves, aren't pale like death. Where is the color of your face dead one?
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And good luck to you. offers Kargyll, locking eyes with Rocco.
Insight (1d20+10=22)
Cyr notices waryness of Red Boots, but ignores it. They aren't doing anything suspicious, they have strangers in the middle of their hideout.
[D]OOC:[/D] OOC: Hey, for the two insight rolls posted by CaBaNa, are you rolling for us there or how does that work, I'm a bit confused. I'm going to do a lot of talking with this character btw, hope noone minds! lol..
"Oi, thanks fer the fine piece 'o wood 'ere," Ibram says to Silphyus, quickly de-stringing the short bow and tying the cord around his waist. "Now, it is as the good dwarf Kargyll 'ere says. I was trying ter track the beastie, but it eluded me. Not ter kill it mind ye, but sketch it. Anyways, 'twas shortly after I met with some wee'uns callin' themselves the Poez that I wound up 'ere. And our good dwarf Kargyll says, I'll tell ye what he says to me, he says," at this point Ibram gets down on one knee, puts a mean look on his face, and crosses his arms, imitating Kargyll, 'Stick around here boy, what we got is information for yoo, and a group 'o them 'adventure' types'll be comin' 'ere in a few.' "
"So 'ere I am, and from the looks 'o ye lot...I think I bet'er follow ye if yer going for that beastie."
Ibram has been standing listening to everything going around him while the adventurers were brought to meet Kargyll, trying to notice anything he recognizes in the room that he's heard of on his travels.
[d]ooc[/d] OOC: Rolling streetwise here. 1d20+12 → [17,12] = (29)
Ibram takes the bow from Silphyus, and oddly enough pretends to unravel a string from thin air. He wraps and secures the imaginary line around his waist.
After Ibram's imitation of Kargyll, a few of the crossbowmen and archers snicker, but a harsh glance from Kargyll stops any carousing.
Ibram remembers tales from the screamer of the Obolus and The Guardian. A many tentacled shadow beast, gifted to Lauto after his recovery of the Disk of Obolus. Peresefa, Lauto's wife, created The Guardian in her realm, to protect the Obolus in this one.
Kargyll breaks in again,
A mighty fine impression, and the story teller is right, I knew the Temple would send for specialists. Kargyll glances the group over at the word "specialists" pausing briefly to take in the pair of deva, and the heavily armored dragonborn.
Can't say I've seen them this serious before... Must be a dangerous creature... Kargyll looks towards his compatriots, making sure they understood his meaning, "high guard" wouldn't be coming down until the beast was back.
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I'm not rolling for you there, it's a DC.
If I put up blocks with a minimum DC value in them, if your passive can beat it, feel free to look. If you roll to beat the DC, just link your roll, and then look.
Also modest, please link to your rolls. You can use the little world with a paperclip symbol to do so.
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