Daunton's Dead Shadow (DM:Ukingsken, Judge:????)
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covaithe
Explorer
The streets are quiet as you make your way from the temple towards Donnervale house; unusually quiet, actually. The only movement seems to be from occasional reinforced patrols of guards, and scattered bands of heavily armed, scarred, disreputable looking bands of what can only be adventurers. Several of these groups pause to scowl at you, consulting scraps of paper and peering intently at each of you in turn, but none approach you or linger long, moving on quickly after satisfying themselves that you aren't who they're looking for.
Donnervale house is a walled estate encompassing several dozen acres of rolling green terrain. There are large, ornate gates of wrought iron the western and northern sides, and smaller doors of reinforced wood built into the wall at odd intervals. The wall is of sturdy stone and mortar construction, varying from eight to twelve feet in height, as the ground beneath rises and falls. Well-groomed trees arch in stately fashion over the walls around most of the eastern wall, suggesting that that part of the grounds is wooded. Around the rest of the area, trees are more sparse, but there are forested pockets in various places.
As you approach, you can see torchlight flickering off of armor from inside the gates, which are closed at this time of night. They will not have spotted you yet.
[sblock=Nature DC 15]It is perhaps half an hour until moonrise.[/sblock]
ooc: How will you approach? Kick in the door, guns blazing? (Which door?) Hop the wall and sneak in? (Which wall?) Bluff your way past? Something else?
Donnervale house is a walled estate encompassing several dozen acres of rolling green terrain. There are large, ornate gates of wrought iron the western and northern sides, and smaller doors of reinforced wood built into the wall at odd intervals. The wall is of sturdy stone and mortar construction, varying from eight to twelve feet in height, as the ground beneath rises and falls. Well-groomed trees arch in stately fashion over the walls around most of the eastern wall, suggesting that that part of the grounds is wooded. Around the rest of the area, trees are more sparse, but there are forested pockets in various places.
As you approach, you can see torchlight flickering off of armor from inside the gates, which are closed at this time of night. They will not have spotted you yet.
[sblock=Nature DC 15]It is perhaps half an hour until moonrise.[/sblock]
ooc: How will you approach? Kick in the door, guns blazing? (Which door?) Hop the wall and sneak in? (Which wall?) Bluff your way past? Something else?
Grakk's pulse starts to quicken as the party approaches the estate. Power starts to flow through his body and veins start to appear on the thick corded muscles in his arms, chest and neck. He glares at the armored guards by the gated enterence. Still out of sight, he equips his sword. Everyone has seen this pre-battle ritual that Grakk goes through...the last time just before he charged the demon...
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Grakk would love to charge and kick the door down, but I'll keep a tight rope on him until everyone else has had their say in the matter.
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Grakk would love to charge and kick the door down, but I'll keep a tight rope on him until everyone else has had their say in the matter.
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RedBeardJim
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Morvannon frowns at the gate. "The notes said that he was supposed to meet someone at the north gate at moonrise, on several different days. The guards must be somewhat accustomed to such events -- perhaps we can gain entrance by claiming to be arriving for the same reason." Squinting up at the sky, he adds, "When is moonrise, a couple of hours from now?"
[sblock=OOC]Yes, I failed my skill check. No, I'm not linking the roll.
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[sblock=OOC]Yes, I failed my skill check. No, I'm not linking the roll.
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RedBeardJim
First Post
"Good question," says Morvannon. "I think 'summoners and bodyguards' could work -- you, Magnus and I can pull off the 'crazed cultist' look, and Vrrsk't and Grakk definitely have the 'dangerous bodyguard' thing going for them. Vixo wouldn't fit the picture as neatly, but he could probably sneak in on his own anyway."
Oni
First Post
The moon...she comes soon...hehehe..., he counts on stubby fingers, yes...half an hour...or so...
I...like this plan...yes...I shall do my best...to play the part...
Magnus paused and cocked his head, listening for a moment, and then turned back to the others.
But...what if they expect...no one...someone in particular...then the door would not be for us...perhaps we should watch...see if others come...or come in their place... He makes a swatting motion with his staff to emphasize the last thought.
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Nature: DC 15 (1d20+9=15)
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I...like this plan...yes...I shall do my best...to play the part...
Magnus paused and cocked his head, listening for a moment, and then turned back to the others.
But...what if they expect...no one...someone in particular...then the door would not be for us...perhaps we should watch...see if others come...or come in their place... He makes a swatting motion with his staff to emphasize the last thought.
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Nature: DC 15 (1d20+9=15)
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Grakk relaxes his grip on his weapon and takes a deep breath. "Yes Kamotz, Morvannon's words make sense." Grakk stands down and listens to what the others have to say.
"I agree with the wizard. Let us wait and then attack when the enemy does not expect it.."
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RedBeardJim
First Post
Morvannon lets out a breath, then sets his shoulders. "Well, here goes nothing. Come on folks, let's get in character."
*I'm going to need your help with this*
*this is supposed to be a revelation or something?*
*I'm just saying*
Striving for an expression of "haughty-yet-slightly-unhinged", the half-elf strides slowly to the gate. As the guards approach, he looks them over with disdain, then says "We are travellers on the way. Take us to your master, I believe we are expected." A strange echo resonates in his voice.
[sblock= Bluff check]1d20+5=21[/sblock]
*I'm going to need your help with this*
*this is supposed to be a revelation or something?*
*I'm just saying*
Striving for an expression of "haughty-yet-slightly-unhinged", the half-elf strides slowly to the gate. As the guards approach, he looks them over with disdain, then says "We are travellers on the way. Take us to your master, I believe we are expected." A strange echo resonates in his voice.
[sblock= Bluff check]1d20+5=21[/sblock]
