(Casual D&D III) The Man in Black

[Sparky]

Oliver turns away any offer of refreshment or food, carefully nursing his waterskin, muttering something about 'observance' and 'robes day' or something. These folk need to hang on to every scrap they can get, and we're sleek enough from our 'holiday' in Eivanrach. He snorts.

Eventful first night of fasting... Oliver looks at Fendric and Nicollo. Wonder if they observe...

He nods at Raven's assessment. "Agreed. Though I think the ground floor library room window is our best bet... the Mayor's office?" An aging rogue's doubt of his second-story skills? He looks at Father Tanor for confirmation of his assesment of the rear room of the house.

"It's furthest from the front windows and porch and from the back door, if I understand what you've told us, Father."

To Raven's mention of the orcs hesitating a second longer at an interior door opening he grates, "Aerda... could you make an illusion that maintains the appearance if a closed door? Meaning we open it, but it appears to stay shut. We can see through and fire our weapons or move through with more than a normal measure of surprise. All with the help of some oil applied liberally at the hinges of the real door, of course. Assuming we can get in."

He scratches his perennially stubbly chin, "I'd like to talk to the boy too. He'll definitely be able to aid us here. If we can get him to talk. What's his name, Father?"

 

[dpdx]

Fendric brightens as Raven enters the room. (At last, I am doubly confident we can enter, undetected.)

"Pelor has granted me spells that may assist us, yes. I will use them as best I can to aid our cause, though I would prefer only to tell you and the others who are planning this 'extraction', Raven, in private, what they are. No offense intended to present company, of course, but I would rather not run the risk of someone being captured and forced to reveal this information."

Fendric confers out of earshot with his companions, away from the townsfolk:

Spoiler

"I have been granted Silence, Hold Person, Resist Energy, Shield of Faith, a Summoning, and two Searing Lights. Also, a Lesser Restoration that may be of use. The rest are orisons or otherwise inconsequential, although I may, of course, use them for healing.

I appreciate your help with this, all of you. This could not be accomplished without it."

Returning to the townsfolk, Fendric clears his throat. "Again, I apologize for the necessary secrecy. So, Father Tanor, is it possible for me to mend the boy's leg with healing? Perhaps then, he might be more willing to speak with us."

 

[DrZombie]

After being explained what each spell does, raven thinks things over.

Spoiler

"Well. Either you use the silence on one of us, wich would make things easier to enter. Then we can open the back door, make sure you and hiritus and Shavah stay really close to whomever has got the spell on him, and assault the basement. The moment you see the girl you cast hold person on whoever is holding her, then I'll pepper him with arrows. Don't worry I won't hit the girl . The rest will attack whomever it is that is standing in the room. Does that sound like a plan?

(OOC : do you really think GP isn't reading this? Really. I'm sure he won't. He's such a good and honest GM. The best really. And he'll probably reward us handsomely with XP because we're so trusting. Won't you, GP?)

 

[dpdx]

Fendric takes Raven aside again.

Spoiler

"The only wrinkle in your otherwise excellent plan, Raven, is that in order to employ further spells from Pelor, I must be able to speak. Therefore, if I am to cast Silence on you, I must stay away some distance from you, or wait until the effect expires, currently six minutes, before I cast Hold Person, or Searing Light. Silence acts as an umbrella, extending to about the size of one of these rooms.

[And Z, the spoilers are to allow GP to do the right thing. Of course he's the best DM going.]

 

[wings]

Silly evoker

Hmm, I did prepare a spell of invisibility... and one to change one's appearance. With the exception of a dispelling incantation, the rest of my spells are offensive in nature.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Shavah rattles off her spell list in response to Fendric's: Bless, Cause Fear, Divine Favor, and Protection from Chaos at first level, then Augury, Bull's Strength and Calm Emotions at second.

(OOC : do you really think GP isn't reading this? Really. I'm sure he won't. He's such a good and honest GM. The best really. And he'll probably reward us handsomely with XP because we're so trusting. Won't you, GP?)

(OOC: Heh, actually, until I read this line I was assuming that spoiler-text meant Elven, not No-GM Looky. Haven't read the two posts since though, honest )

 

[dpdx]

(That's it - we go to email. Darn you, GP! )

Fendric smiles at Aerda. "I should hope they are offensive, my trueblooded friend."

 

[Sparky]

Oliver snorts and ignores the easy joke on Fendric's comment. He speaks quietly, out of earshot of the townsfolk, "Aerda would it be possible for Astrule to land on the roof of the Manor so that we can send a signal to those outside? Say... Raven? Nurthk? Do orcs have any taboos or ill omens that we can unsettle them with? Three hawks flying east or a three-legged dog or something?"

He glances at Fendric and Nicollo, "Isn't it fitting, my fellow Hedrogurans, that we start the first night of the Rogue's Fast with a siege of our own?" He uses the vulgar name for the holiday and grins wolfishly between the bard and priest.

OOC: GP - this is a holiday I've made up for Hedrogura. That okay?

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Are you sure we want to unsettle them?" Shavah says, brow furrowed as she considers the notion. "It might put them too much on their guard -- unless you know a good way to exploit their fear."

(OOC: Bardic knowledge, or a really relevant knowledge skill -- like Knowledge: Orcs, or something else if you have a case for it... Nurthk and Raven can make untrained Int checks with a -4 penalty, given that it's something either of them might know without much specialization.

See OOC thread for some other relevant stuff.)

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk looks at the ceiling while he thinks on whatever superstitions he can remember from times past.

[ooc: int check (-4): 13]

"There's a few things I can remember, but whether they're shared by these orcs is another matter," he says.