(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[dpdx]

[Thanks, GP. Wonder why I didn't get a notification that this thread had been posted to. Oh, well.]

Fendric relates as well as he can to Shavah, having joined the church while still extremely young, even for a half-elf. As he's listening, he sees the boat, and points it out to Shavah. "I wonder what they're unloading. We should investigate," he suggests to her.

 

[Mithreander]

Furgus, a halfling with an open smile to match his bimples, moved the tunic hee was wearing to the side so as not to get in the way as he kreened his neck around the corner of the small building to get a better idae of what the fuss at the dock was all about. The light linen tunic matched the color of shadows that the building through almost perfectly and by design. Noting the peoples interest in the boat he shakes his head. If they had wanted it secret they should not do it where it can be seen... or disquise it in some fassion. Amatures! He's almost ashamed of the halflings doing the work, trying to be secretive, but infact drawing more attention to them selves. He then smiles. Well, if they had been better then he himself would not have noticed!

Staying in the shadows with practiced ease, he attempts to get closer for a better view, but stay hidden from those eyes that the other halflings have seem to have attracted.

 

[dpdx]

"Pssst! Niccolo! Wake up! Come here!"

Fendric, visually trying not to present a profile to the docksmen below, tries to rouse his friend as quietly as possible.

Pointing at the bank where the unloading is happening: "See those boxes? How far away would you have to be to make one of them spill onto the ground with a cleaning cantrip?"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(Note on distance: The figures you can see are 50 to 60 yards downstream from you.)

Shavah considers her own options for a moment. "I could send a light down on them, maybe with a crossbow bolt... I don't know how well I could throw something that far. But then, I'd worry about hitting someone -- for all we know they're friendly."

Still, she has a crossbow bolt ready, waiting Fendric's advice.

Furgus: From your nearer vantage point, you have clearer sight of what's being unloaded -- one package, almost the size of a halfling on its own, which appears particularly heavy and cumbersome, shifting around loosely under its leather wrapping, and then a few smaller, more solid looking things, wrapped in parchment. Also not visible from the bridge, but from your position, is a dog in the corner of the boat, curled up and trying to sleep despite all the shuffling around it.

 

[Uriel]

(Having been awakened), Niccolo rubs the sleep from his eyes and peers at the scene <Spot roll 16+ 5=22>.

Answering Fendric's persistant question while hiding < Roll11+8=19>, he says 'A Prestidigitation is a very close thing, unfortunately, 10 feet or so.However, I can di a few other things that I haven't mentioned before, like become Invisible and put folks to Sleep.If it is small enough <5 pounds>, I could use a Mage Hand to upset it, from 35 feet or so away...'

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk grumbles, mutters something in his sleep and rolls over.

 

[dpdx]

"Oh, well, something that size, the box alone would weigh more than five pounds. So, Shavah, you think they might be friendly? Let's pay them a visit. After all, they're halflings, right? They can't not talk to us, can they?"

Fendric, upon hearing no opposition, will get up, and walk cautiously down to the bank, making no sudden movements.

 

[Mithreander]

Humm, now what are they doing? Furgus thinks as he moves closer still. NIce doggy, stay asleep doggie!

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo asks Fendric quietly 'Do you think that we should wake Nurthk,as well? He is a boon in a scrap, and we don't know what's gonna happen down there...'

 

[dpdx]

"That's an excellent idea, Niccolo. We should wake Hiritus, as well. Shavah can cover us with her crossbow from here, Praise Pelor. So, who wants to wake him?"