Fenris
Adventurer
OOC: Good, bad and ugly rolls:
Jovik Listen times 5 (1d20+5=18, 1d20+5=8, 1d20+5=11, 1d20+5=14, 1d20+5=24)
Jovik Listen times 5 (1d20+5=18, 1d20+5=8, 1d20+5=11, 1d20+5=14, 1d20+5=24)
CLOSED Pathfinder: Rise of the Runelords, Burnt Offerings
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hewligan
First Post
Jovik moves up to each door in turn, padding gently, pressing his ear up against the wooden frame, stilling his breathing, and listening.
Door A: only silence.
Door B: only silence.
Door C: only silence.
Door D: only silence.
Door E: only silence.
Select a door please (in order to speed the game, first suggestion wins)
hewligan
First Post
The door swings open effortlessly, unlocked. The bedroom within is empty. It has a faint, musty odor. The bed is covered with matted grey and black hair, and bloodstains mar the stone floor. A morbid stack of bird's feet lie heaped on the floor by the side of the bed.
hewligan
First Post
A quick search around the room seems to suggest that this may have been the living quarters of the bugbear you just defeated. The room is bereft of comforts or mementos. There are a few additional scraps of stinking clothing, and a couple of sheets of ... skin ... under the bed. You pull these out and see that they appear to be the stretched, dried parchment of faces, cut from the skulls, and allowed to dry and twist like leather.
As you are searching, and remarking amongst yourselves on the horrors of the room, you hear a creaking from the door behind you.
You all turn.
As you are searching, and remarking amongst yourselves on the horrors of the room, you hear a creaking from the door behind you.
You all turn.
hewligan
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Orik Vancaskerkin
Standing in the doorway or room B, straight across the hall from the room you are all crowded in, stands a man in his late twenties.
He is ruggedly handsome, with a stern visage. His facial bone structure is strong, with a slight hook on his nose, a strong straight mouth, and olive skin. He stands just over six foot tall, and looks athletic of build.
He is wearing banded mail, but is unarmed (although there is a small knife on his belt). Behind him you see another small living quarter, similar in size and layout to the one you are in now. Within the room you can see a large bastard sword, and heavy steel shield, the face of the shield crafted to represent the visage of some stern god or man.
He has a cowled hood over this head that he throws down to reveal more of his face. His hair is long and black, tied and oiled into a tight tail.
"What is all of this about?" he asks.
"Are you more of that woman's sycophants, or has someone finally decided to end her life?" he continues, leaning nonchalantly on the door frame.
Standing in the doorway or room B, straight across the hall from the room you are all crowded in, stands a man in his late twenties.
He is ruggedly handsome, with a stern visage. His facial bone structure is strong, with a slight hook on his nose, a strong straight mouth, and olive skin. He stands just over six foot tall, and looks athletic of build.
He is wearing banded mail, but is unarmed (although there is a small knife on his belt). Behind him you see another small living quarter, similar in size and layout to the one you are in now. Within the room you can see a large bastard sword, and heavy steel shield, the face of the shield crafted to represent the visage of some stern god or man.
He has a cowled hood over this head that he throws down to reveal more of his face. His hair is long and black, tied and oiled into a tight tail.
"What is all of this about?" he asks.
"Are you more of that woman's sycophants, or has someone finally decided to end her life?" he continues, leaning nonchalantly on the door frame.
hewligan
First Post
hewligan
First Post
"They are all taken. Well, Tsuto's not been about for a few days, but he wouldn't be too happy to find a hired sword in his room. Nualia's room is at the end, although she is NEVER there. The one you are standing in is that disgusting bugbear's room, god, I hate his stench. The other two are Tsuto and Lyrie's."
He pauses. Scratches his stubble as he observes you all.
"There is room in the prison - it is empty, as well as in the store rooms. Other than that, i guess you speak with Nualia.
So, more hired swords, eh? I guess the assault is getting closer. I must admit, I was getting ready to bail on the whole thing. Goblins and bugbears are not my usual cohorts, and, well, it just feels wrong down here. I don't mean to spook you or anything, but this is one messed up party you are crashing!
He coughs, stretches, and then continues.
"I should have introduced myself."
He stretches out his hand to shake yours.
"Orik Vancaskerkin, hired sword, from Riddleport way, albeit temporarily displaced."
He laughs at this last bit, as if sharing a private joke.
"So, where did you get hired from? Any more of you coming? And most importantly, do you know when this thing is actually going to kick off?"
He looks at Jovik, waiting for answers.
He pauses. Scratches his stubble as he observes you all.
"There is room in the prison - it is empty, as well as in the store rooms. Other than that, i guess you speak with Nualia.
So, more hired swords, eh? I guess the assault is getting closer. I must admit, I was getting ready to bail on the whole thing. Goblins and bugbears are not my usual cohorts, and, well, it just feels wrong down here. I don't mean to spook you or anything, but this is one messed up party you are crashing!
He coughs, stretches, and then continues.
"I should have introduced myself."
He stretches out his hand to shake yours.
"Orik Vancaskerkin, hired sword, from Riddleport way, albeit temporarily displaced."
He laughs at this last bit, as if sharing a private joke.
"So, where did you get hired from? Any more of you coming? And most importantly, do you know when this thing is actually going to kick off?"
He looks at Jovik, waiting for answers.
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