ScorpiusRisk
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[sblock=Arcana]18 to Detect the presence of magic. You do not notice anything of note.[/sblock]
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Adv: A Night at the Opera; Judge TwoHeadsBarking
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Mal Malenkirk
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As the tiefling is about to go, Hadrak grab is arm firmly.
-''One last thing. You seem eager for me to face whatever i sunder that trap door. Feels to me like you'd be happy for all the trouble it would cause. Are you making a power play? I don't even mind doing your dirty work if it coincides with completing my quest and screwing with these damn merchants. But ou will tell me what we'll be facing down there.''
-''One last thing. You seem eager for me to face whatever i sunder that trap door. Feels to me like you'd be happy for all the trouble it would cause. Are you making a power play? I don't even mind doing your dirty work if it coincides with completing my quest and screwing with these damn merchants. But ou will tell me what we'll be facing down there.''
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Mal Malenkirk
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edited, thanks.
Walking Dad
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Qynn d'Cealis, Eladrin Swordmage 1
Still very wounded, Qynn asks the cleric: "Not wanting to sound whiny, but can you somehow help me?"
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As we cannot do an extended rest right now, there is no way for Qynn to spend his healing surges by himself.
And HP 7 without Second Wind makes him a sitting duck.
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Qynn
Perception: 17 Insight: 12 Low-light Vision
AC 19 Fortitude 12 Reflex 14 Will 15
Hit Points: 7 / 29 Bloodied: 14
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw: +5 vs Charm
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 0
Healing Surge:7 Surges per day: 9 / 10
At-Will Powers: Aegis of Shielding, Sword Burst, Frigid Blade
Encounter Powers: Feystep, Chilling Blow
Daily Powers: Sweeping Frostblade
Condition: -
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Still very wounded, Qynn asks the cleric: "Not wanting to sound whiny, but can you somehow help me?"
[sblock=OOC]
As we cannot do an extended rest right now, there is no way for Qynn to spend his healing surges by himself.
And HP 7 without Second Wind makes him a sitting duck.
[sblock=Mini stat block]
Qynn
Perception: 17 Insight: 12 Low-light Vision
AC 19 Fortitude 12 Reflex 14 Will 15
Hit Points: 7 / 29 Bloodied: 14
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw: +5 vs Charm
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 0
Healing Surge:7 Surges per day: 9 / 10
At-Will Powers: Aegis of Shielding, Sword Burst, Frigid Blade
Encounter Powers: Feystep, Chilling Blow
Daily Powers: Sweeping Frostblade
Condition: -
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ScorpiusRisk
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As the tiefling is about to go, Hadrak grab is arm firmly.
-''One last thing. You seem eager for me to face whatever i sunder that trap door. Feels to me like you'd be happy for all the trouble it would cause. Are you making a power play? I don't even mind doing your dirty work if it coincides with completing my quest and screwing with these damn merchants. But you will tell me what we'll be facing down there.''
The tielfing looks at Hadrak oddly as if seeing him anew. His nose wrinkles up as if an odd odor had entered the room.
"I don't think we understand each other priest. You go find you're forged friend and you will be doing the merchants a favor."
Still very wounded, Qynn asks the cleric: "Not wanting to sound whiny, but can you somehow help me?"
[sblock=ooc]This interlude counts as a short rest. You can spend healing surges and regain encounter powers.[/sblock]
Suddenly, the double doors, down the main isle, in the audience. Out steps a short, hat human who seems very flustered. Sweat already lines his face, and his eyes dart all over the place. A warforged, the same that Hadrak, Sheng and Qynn met at the front, steps in behind him seeming much more in control. The human flaps his arms as he shouts out.
"What is going on here?! Whooo arrre you people?"
-''One last thing. You seem eager for me to face whatever i sunder that trap door. Feels to me like you'd be happy for all the trouble it would cause. Are you making a power play? I don't even mind doing your dirty work if it coincides with completing my quest and screwing with these damn merchants. But you will tell me what we'll be facing down there.''
The tielfing looks at Hadrak oddly as if seeing him anew. His nose wrinkles up as if an odd odor had entered the room.
"I don't think we understand each other priest. You go find you're forged friend and you will be doing the merchants a favor."
Still very wounded, Qynn asks the cleric: "Not wanting to sound whiny, but can you somehow help me?"
[sblock=ooc]This interlude counts as a short rest. You can spend healing surges and regain encounter powers.[/sblock]
Suddenly, the double doors, down the main isle, in the audience. Out steps a short, hat human who seems very flustered. Sweat already lines his face, and his eyes dart all over the place. A warforged, the same that Hadrak, Sheng and Qynn met at the front, steps in behind him seeming much more in control. The human flaps his arms as he shouts out.
"What is going on here?! Whooo arrre you people?"
EvolutionKB
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[sblock=ooc]Stripping them of valuables and weapons. Wrapped tight so they are immobile.[/sblock]
Rurdev looks up as the others enter, pulling blades out again, expecting another battle. Seeing the man more nervous, and realizing he wasn't in charge, he waits for the others to speak.
Rurdev looks up as the others enter, pulling blades out again, expecting another battle. Seeing the man more nervous, and realizing he wasn't in charge, he waits for the others to speak.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Coming from behind the stage, the shadow wrapped warforged addresses the unsure man. We are agents of fate. We are the hand that parts the veil to find truths and cut through the shadows that hide them. And you will be answering us some questions so that we may proceed in this task without hinderance.
Incarnation makes some few steps forward, then stop when he is still on the stage. You will tell us who you are and about what now goes on here in the house Mauros touched and why warforged Grabbag was taken. That is what we require.
OOC: No Intimidate yet, but he'll be ready with one.
ScorpiusRisk
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The small man in the audience at first looks offended by Incarnation's speech, but after a moment a smile crosses his face and he begins clapping his hands.
"Oh actors! Marvelous. That was marvelous. Bravo. Do you sing? Of course you sing. Frederick you've wonderful, you shouldn't have." He nods his head toward the tiefling.
He tries to move forward, past Hadrak and the tiefling, whose name is apparently Frederick. If Hadrak doesn't move or let go of Frederick the human merely sidesteps into the seating so he can view the stage properly.
"I am Wesley Moozle, manager of this the house Mauros touched. Oh I like that, right it down! We'll put it on posters." The warforged behind him, had been starring at Qynn for the last few moments but now pulled out a clipboard and did as he was told.
"And what now goes on is an emergency rehearsal for a classic opera called the 'Scales of Time'. Don't worry about the particulars. Greener will give you some brief notes, but for tommorrow we just need to make sure everyone knows the words and the notes and we'll refine it later. Real opera is about raw emotion afterall!"
"Oh actors! Marvelous. That was marvelous. Bravo. Do you sing? Of course you sing. Frederick you've wonderful, you shouldn't have." He nods his head toward the tiefling.
He tries to move forward, past Hadrak and the tiefling, whose name is apparently Frederick. If Hadrak doesn't move or let go of Frederick the human merely sidesteps into the seating so he can view the stage properly.
"I am Wesley Moozle, manager of this the house Mauros touched. Oh I like that, right it down! We'll put it on posters." The warforged behind him, had been starring at Qynn for the last few moments but now pulled out a clipboard and did as he was told.
"And what now goes on is an emergency rehearsal for a classic opera called the 'Scales of Time'. Don't worry about the particulars. Greener will give you some brief notes, but for tommorrow we just need to make sure everyone knows the words and the notes and we'll refine it later. Real opera is about raw emotion afterall!"
