[Adventure] The Second Day of Mourning (Judge: renau1g)

[nerdytenor]

While waiting on his shift, Gurdan listens to Alexia play.

"Ah, you have real talent," Gurdan says appreciatively, nodding along to the music. "And, from what I can hear, a bit of sorrow in your past."

 

[Kalidrev]

Half the day goes by and Gurdis has still not returned. At around 10 am, the group hears a knock at the front door.

"Hello? Is anyone home?"

[sblock=Nature Check DC 12]
The voice sounds like it is coming from a warforged.
[/sblock]

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

While waiting on his shift, Gurdan listens to Alexia play.

"Ah, you have real talent," Gurdan says appreciatively, nodding along to the music. "And, from what I can hear, a bit of sorrow in your past."

Alexia blushes slightly and grins, "Thank you, but you're wrong. I mean, yes, obviously; no one gets through life unscarred. But I don't play dirges because I'm sad. I don't find them tragic; I simply find them calming. But working with necromancers tends to change one's attitude towards death."

Half the day goes by and Gurdis has still not returned. At around 10 am, the group hears a knock at the front door.

"Hello? Is anyone home?"

[sblock=Nature Check DC 12]
The voice sounds like it is coming from a warforged.
[/sblock]

Alexia gets up to open the door, "I'll get it."

[sblock=ooc]Check to recognize voice as warforged. 24!

Ok Alexia, I like how you're coming out of the gate strong, but please don't burn yourself out before combat starts.[/sblock]

 

[Kalidrev]

Upon opening the door, Alexia can see a male warforged, dressed up in what you can only assume was meant to be a kind of business suit. Purple strips of cloth, sewn together with thin grey strips to create a really bad pin-stripe look cover the warforged's body. Strangest about him are the light green, almost yellow, panes of glass that cover where the red glow of a warforged's "eyes" are.

"GOOOOOD Morning young lady! Is the woman of the house at home? My name is Cellar and have I got a deal for your mother! Don't worry, I'll wait for you to go get her, I've got all the time in the world (don't need much sleep either)! If you could go get her I would greatly appreciate it!"

You notice that the warforged is carrying a large carpet bag and it looks like it's filled pretty much to the brim.

[sblock=Alexia] Make an insight check. [/sblock]

 

[nerdytenor]

Gurdan rouses and follows Alexia to the door, shield and warhammer at the ready. He appears somewhat disappointed to discover that the visitor is not an immiediate threat, and his default sour expression returns.

OOC: Will wait to see what Alexia does

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

[sblock=Insight]Got a natural one. Go go passive Insight 19. And thank you, Alexia, for getting some of your bad rolls out of the way too.[/sblock]

Alexia responds with a predatory grin, "Oh, you wouldn't want to meet my mother, believe me." Then her expression reverts to a friendly smile, "Anyway, she doesn't live here. Why? What do you want?"

 

[Kalidrev]

[sblock=Alexia's Insight Results] This warforged obviously is in desperate need to sell something. Why else would someone looking so raggedy and claiming to have a great deal for your mother say such a thing? Alexia fully believes this guys story, even though he keeps moving his head about in an attempt to look inside the house. Maybe he's looking for "your mother"? [/sblock]

"Well then!" he says, pushing his way past you. "If your mother doesn't live here, then YOU must be the woman of the house and in that case... " The warforged opens up and tips over his bag while standing in the middle of the room. A large clod of dirt and other nasty refuse comes spilling out all over the extremely expensive-looking carpet.

"OHHHH! Now look at that mess! How in the world are we going to clean that up?" The warforged looks around the room, the greenish yellow glass in his eyes glowing brightly.

[sblock=Arcana 20]
The glow of the warforgeds "glasses" seems to be some form of detection spell
[sblock=Insight 15] The warforged is looking for something... but he's not looking for any cleaning supplies and his eyes keep resting ever so briefly on the pedestal and on the fireplace...[/sblock] [/sblock]

"Oh! I know! How about with THIS!?" Tipping the bag upright, he reaches in and pulls out a long cylindrical item with some kind of hose attached to it. "This is the Dragon Mouth Dirt Banisher 3000!" Flipping a switch he points the hose end at the dirt and dust and it starts sucking it all up. After only a second or two, the dirt is all cleaned up.

"The best thing about the DMDB3K is that it contains a bag of holding, so you'll only have to change the bag once every year and getting it over to the dumpster is as easy as carrying a one pound weight in your pocket! So whaddaya say? Could you use this in your home? I'll bet you could afford a measly 200 platinums, couldn't you? I mean... look at this place!" He motions around the room, his eyes sweeping the room along with this hands, eyes still glowing.

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

[sblock=ooc]22 for Arcana, passive Insight beats inner block[/sblock]

Alexia grimaces as the mess is made on the floor. "No, sir, please don't-" she suddenly stops short as she notices the warforged's eyes. Her eyes narrow menacingly, "Out, now." Her words are punctuated by the sound of metal on metal as she draws her sword, although for now she is content keeping it at her side rather than raising it in a threatening manner.

 

[Kalidrev]

If the warforge's face could droop in surprise and fear... it would have as Alexia unsheathes her sword.

"Oh my.... well. I can see that my services will not be required here. I suppose it would be best if I were to leave." the warforged says, taking a few steps backwards towards the front door, his eyes sweeping the room once more, obviously taking note at the many different kinds of people...the many, rough, tough-looking adventurer-types and his eyes squint angrily.

Dropping the bag on the floor, the warforged grabs the cleaning machine and dashes over to the pedestal, grabbing at the sphere underneath the cloth covering. "But not before I get THIS!!" Grabbing the whole lot, he presses a button on the cleaning machine and POOF... he glows green and remains where he is. "What the!?" He presses the button a few more times in frustration, his glow increasing in brightness.

All of a sudden, the warforged winks out of existence. From the north, you can hear a screaming curse as the warforged reappears fifty feet to the north and begins tumbling towards the Cogs below. After a few moments, you no longer hear his screams. Looking over to the pedestal, you notice that the fake gem and cloth covering are no longer there, teleported away with the warforged.

 

[dimsdale]

The dragonborn steps towards the location of the gem and listens intently to the coversation between alexia and the warforged. His sword is drawn and he is in guarding position. "Everything ok there?" he shouts to alexia, but is not looking at her. He, instead is looking to see if anything is coming from somewhere else in the room, the window, the enterance way from Gurdis's room, the ceiling...

ooc: Perception check: 1d20+1=2...