Dude Where's My Ring? (DM: garyh, Judge: Ozymandias79)

[Oni]

Magnus stumped along behind Ribeye, content to mumble to himself as they traveled. He did not show any sign of noticing the change in mood or increased expectation of trouble. If anything as the surroundings became shabbier and more run down the dwarf seemed less and less out of place.

Standing in front of the dilapidated structure his eyes fairly gleamed with new found vigor as he studied the building.

Yes, yes...yes...this is good...this is fitting...this place standing on the threshhold between structure and ruin...so much potential...

Magnus turned to Kamotz, The cusp is the best place for making decisions and finding new directions, you know.

 

[CaBaNa]

Kamotz smiles in Magnus' general direction, I was taught, by the time you have reached the cusp, your decision has been made.

He looks at the building and the rubble near it's base.
Should have been torn down a long time ago, let it rest, doesn't look like it could hold up it's walls much longer... maybe I'll remove the middle beam... I'll have to see how it goes inside... Make the decision on... "the cusp"

Kamotz thinks as he replies, Though I see your perspective.

Kamotz turns to Morvannon, weighing his general demeanor, he finally makes the decision to speak. What do you know about, "the cusp"?

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

Mikara shares Mangus' reaction to the increasing chaos. She feels as though this environment, if not more feral, is more the end to which she wished that all cities would disintigrate.

Her comfort fades dramatically, however, at the prospect of entering a building. The feeling of being trapped in a cage-like enclosure does not appeal to her at all.

She turns to Tristan,

"This cage of wood and stone gives me the creeps
I'm good with bow and knife, but once within
I fear my help will quickly fade away.
If I can find a vantage point outside,
I might, from distance, give you better aid."

[sblock=Skill Check]Mikara carefully analyzies the building, estimating its depth, and taking note of any open window or alternate means of entry. She also scopes the street for a snipers pearch from which she would be able to send arrows into the building if need be.

Perception = 1d20+10=18

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[RedBeardJim]

Kamotz turns to Morvannon, weighing his general demeanor, he finally makes the decision to speak. What do you know about, "the cusp"?

"I know my patience is on the cusp of running out," Morvannon snaps, then closes his eyes tightly before letting out a long, whistling breath.

"No, I apologize. Not your fault. It's just...." he trails off for another long breath, gazing at nothing in particular.

"My mother used to talk about her research when it was getting either very exciting, or very frustrating, or sometimes both. About how things were "on the cusp" of success, right at the tipping point." He searches Kamotz's face. "It sounds like you're imparting more significance into the term than she did, though."

 

[CaBaNa]

Your mother may have given it more meaning than I, as she seems to be in Magnus' school, "The Cusp" is an important albeit risky place.
Kamotz tips his hood to Magnus
With age, Wisdom...

 

[SeaPainter]

[sblock=Kamotz & Mikara]I'll let Mikara take 10 on the Perception check, since there's no distractions.

This is the same location as the final battle in Hoofchew (I've linked the thread), although there are apparently no orcs (no living orcs, at least)... there do seem to be defenses in place, almost as if they'd stepped up security recently. There don't seem to be any threats, as long as you don't try to storm the building.[/sblock]

The dwarf comes back from his errand, chewing on a haunch of some kind of meat. He uses his head to make a gesture to Ribeye, takes another bite from his snack, and turns back into the building. Ribeye nods back to the dwarf, before gesturing for "The Pack" to follow.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan shrugs at Mikara, then leans in to whisper to her.

"I'm not sure if our 'friends' will want you to remain outside while we enter. You may have to set aside your disquiet while we delve deeper into this mystery. If it comes to combat, remain behind me."

Leaving her to do as she will, Tristan moves to follow Ribeye into the building.

 

[CaBaNa]

Using his scythe as a walking stick Kamotz begins to follow Tristan.

Standing tall, and dropping his hood before crossing the threshold.

I hope it comes to combat... Then Tristan will "defend" Mikara! As if she needed it... so much death! death, death, dead!

Kamotz almost barks enthusiastically as he walks in the door, Woo! Realizing how excited he is getting Kamotz calms himself, and in a more even tone, states to the pack in general, I hope it does come to combat. It looks like this place has seen combat.

While he has gotten himself excited Kamotz has been peeking over Tristan's shoulders, and around him, getting glimpses of the room.

 

[Oni]

Magnus paused in the doorway, putting out a hand to steady himself on the frame. Looking up and around he seemed, for a moment, to be lost in study of his liminal world. Soon he nodded, as if finally understanding something. The needs of whatever voices drove him seemingly sated, he stepped the rest of the way though the threshhold and followed the others. Someone looking close might see that where his hand had been resting there was a small crimson coil marking the rough wood.

Jangling and thumping Magnus came up beside Kamotz, he leaned in conspiratorially, less forward...more sideways, before continuing after Ribeye cackling to himself.

 

[RedBeardJim]

"On we go." Morvannon walks into the building, projecting a calm that he does not entirely feel.