[Adventure] The Paper Chase, Part 2 (Judge: renau1g)
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"Wait. A moment ago, you said it was unwise to have more than two groups. Then, you suggested three groups. Now, you want it to be one group. Would you make up your mind Orsik? I think riding in steerage fried your brains."
TwoHeadsBarking
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Alexia rolls her eyes in exasperation, "People are often going to sound like hypocrites, Grys, if you don't pay attention to context. So, kal'Tarron has gone to the temple. Good. Orsik, Mythra, you two go find where someone would go to send a letter out of this town. See if they knew Derslin. And then Grys and Muzdum can protect me from all sorts of dangers as I ask around at the general store. There," she claps her hands together. "We all have our instructions. Let's try to carry them out with a minimum of bickering for once." Cooperation assumed, Alexia turns on her heel and quickly walks down the street.
"You stated you want to drink. And I said it's unwise to split to much, but I cannot and WOULD not force you to stick with my suggestion. It's your job to be tactically wise, by your own words." Orsik replies seriously.
"We are a disparate group and we're still learning to function together. Forcing anyone to do anything would be counterproductive."
He feigns surprise at Mythra's suggestion "Uh, and here I thought you were cured of humor. I guess we need more necromancers to take it out of you, eh?" he slaps the mage on the back good naturedly, remembering at the last moment to temper the swing for his sleight build. Therefore Mythra only lurches forward insted of flying away from the hit.
"Uh, sorry about that."
Antithetist
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kal'Tarron soon locates the town's temple to the Host, a modestly-sized stone building at the top of the town's sloping cobbled streets. The interior is quiet and peaceful, with a pleasant smell of sandalwood. A matronly woman in priestly garb is standing near the altar in conversation with a small group of townsfolk, and all of them turn to stare at kal'Tarron as he enters. The initial reaction is one of slight alarm, the stranger's avenger's vestments doing little to reassure them, but with a polite approach kal'Tarron is soon able to calm them down and the priest proves willing to help.
Alexia, with Grys and Muzdum in tow, makes for the town's general store, just off the town square. The wooden floorboards creak, and there is a smell of sawdust and tobacco. Locally made goods are stocked on simple pine shelving and a bearded old man sits behind the counter, head down, absorbed in some intricate task with brightly coloured thread - on closer inspection, he's tying a fishing fly.
Orsik and Mythra, meanwhile, are left with a suggestion to track down the town's mail service. Initial enquiries point them, after all, to the inn and coaching house.
[sblock=OOC]Okay, so, kal'Tarron has already made his check for this round and succeeded on Diplomacy at the temple. The priest seems receptive, so feel free to question her.
Everybody else has yet to make a check for this round.[/sblock]
Alexia, with Grys and Muzdum in tow, makes for the town's general store, just off the town square. The wooden floorboards creak, and there is a smell of sawdust and tobacco. Locally made goods are stocked on simple pine shelving and a bearded old man sits behind the counter, head down, absorbed in some intricate task with brightly coloured thread - on closer inspection, he's tying a fishing fly.
Orsik and Mythra, meanwhile, are left with a suggestion to track down the town's mail service. Initial enquiries point them, after all, to the inn and coaching house.
[sblock=OOC]Okay, so, kal'Tarron has already made his check for this round and succeeded on Diplomacy at the temple. The priest seems receptive, so feel free to question her.
Everybody else has yet to make a check for this round.[/sblock]
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After they split three ways despite his proclamation that he'll go to the temple, Orsik is left wondering did little races survive without giant supervision with their chaotic and disorganized ways. Still, he had a job to do and they did provide new insights into civilization and he discovered new runes in the process.
He assured that he's in the right place by asking stableboy about postman and then addressed the man himself:
"Good day, sir. I'm Orsik the Small. I'd like to find a sender of this letter, Derslin, we're sent as help he requested. Do you know him?"
he observed sharply the man for any unusal reaction or signs of recognition
Insight (1d20+11=15) - boo! Mythra support!
OOC: Antithetist, will you give any details on the challenge (complexity, skills etc) so we can plan to aid ?
He assured that he's in the right place by asking stableboy about postman and then addressed the man himself:
"Good day, sir. I'm Orsik the Small. I'd like to find a sender of this letter, Derslin, we're sent as help he requested. Do you know him?"
he observed sharply the man for any unusal reaction or signs of recognition
Insight (1d20+11=15) - boo! Mythra support!
OOC: Antithetist, will you give any details on the challenge (complexity, skills etc) so we can plan to aid ?
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Grys starts slowly placing food supplement type items (like maple syrup to augment our trail rations) from the shelves on to the main counter.
"We'll need some supplies in addition to some information." he says pleasantly, getting the man to notice that he has paying customers.
[sblock=Diplomacy]
Aid Another to Alexia's Diplomacy skill check 19
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"We'll need some supplies in addition to some information." he says pleasantly, getting the man to notice that he has paying customers.
[sblock=Diplomacy]
Aid Another to Alexia's Diplomacy skill check 19
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