Freeport- Part 1: the Problem with Crematoriums

[Karl Green]

*Survival roll 13 +8 =23*
Right around the high tide water mark, Villard can sees around a number of foot-prints in the softer earth here (some bare foot, some wearing boats and other shoes). They look to be about a dozen sets or so and they are heading down towards the beach. He loses the trail on the rocky shore, and a quick search around does not show any other prints coming back from the beach back onto shore. They might have climbed the rocky hights, or headed out into the water...

 

[JimAde]

Torren Blackquill Human Wizard Fop

Flying a quick circle around the building and getting a look behind the wall, the parrot returns to Torrin’s shoulder…
[OCC if you are basing the parrot on the Raven familiar it can speak one language of your choice but you don’t have one written down on your sheet, so I will assume unless you want to change it that it speaks common, so it can communicate with you somewhat (INT 7)
It squawks ounces and says “Aye, Caw, Captain wanttin a cracker soon, Caw, nothing to report, Captain my Captain… not even a mouse…Caw! Aye! Captain wat a cracker!”

[OOC: I forgot that such a familar can speak. Very convenient!]

Torren reaches into the large bag on his shoulder, rummages around for a moment, and comes out with a cracker. He holds this for the Captain and says, "Well done, my friend. Here you are."

Climbing out of the boat, Kitsch gives a little grunt as it starts to rain. Signing to Torren ~Captain seems happy to be out and about. We should get a move on, you don't want to get your fine clothes wet.~ With a mirthful chitter, Kitsch starts to follow the other few towards the buildings, keeping an ear and an eye out for anything amiss.

"Good point, Kitsch," he observes. "Once the ruffles get soaked it's nearly impossible to get them properly stiff again." Torren makes a complex gesture with one finger and mutters a word. A faint shimmer briefly outlines him, and the rain begins to bead up and run off his clothing.

[OOC: Prestidigitation. I hope my description is OK. Since the spell specifically says it can clean, I hope water resistance is an OK effect.]

 

[Kangaxx]

Zoraster Surefoot, Halfling Swashbuckler

*Zoraster continues along the path, paying no attention to Villard's examination of the ground. He'll pause when he reaches the gate, and peer through it.* "Hello? Anybody home?"

 

[rangerjohn]

Black Jack Elf Rogue/Fighter

"So either, the trouble came from and returned to the sea. Or something scared the workers so much they took thier chances there. Like Ol' Pete.

 

[DarkMaster]

Villard human ranger/rogue

*Zoraster continues along the path, paying no attention to Villard's examination of the ground. He'll pause when he reaches the gate, and peer through it.* "Hello? Anybody home?"

After finishing the investigation Villard will pick the dead body and will joined the others.
[OOTC Karl, Let me know when he finishes his exploration, also since the "tank" of the group is a halfling swashbuckler I am questioning our way of approaching the house, shouldn't we sent kitsh, villard or even the parrot to scout the place, instead of just rushing in.]

 

[DarkMaster]

Villard human ranger/rogue

[OOC: I forgot that such a familar can speak. Very convenient!]

Torren reaches into the large bag on his shoulder, rummages around for a moment, and comes out with a cracker. He holds this for the Captain and says, "Well done, my friend. Here you are."

"Good point, Kitsch," he observes. "Once the ruffles get soaked it's nearly impossible to get them properly stiff again." Torren makes a complex gesture with one finger and mutters a word. A faint shimmer briefly outlines him, and the rain begins to bead up and run off his clothing.

[OOC: Prestidigitation. I hope my description is OK. Since the spell specifically says it can clean, I hope water resistance is an OK effect.]

Villard can't beleive his eyes, he is actually spending one of his precious spell on futility. [OOTC Funny ]

Hope vanity will not kill us all.

 

[Hammerhead]

Fentrith Fade

"Where the hell did everyone go?" Fentrith asks the open sea, as he pulls his cloak over his head. Witnessing Torren's antics, he mutters "Bloody wizards" before trudging off in the direction of the compound. Ignoring the halfling's attempts at scouting, Fentrith will push open the gate himself.

Still, one glance around the empty and uninviting landscape and Fentrith readies his shield and draws his sword and most precious possession, the adamantine blade known as Cronus's Knife.

"I'm tired of waiting around in the muck and rain," he announces.

 

[DarkMaster]

Villard human ranger/rogue

"I'm tired of waiting around in the muck and rain," he announces.

What the hell is wrong with this Cleric, aren't Cleric renowed for their great wisdom. Villard opinion of this wanna be cleric worsen.

As soon as he his finish Villard will let the covered body there and will rush towards the fence grabbing his bow on the way and will stay hidden behind the wall as Fentrith goes in making sure that if anything menacing appears by the window or around him, he is ready to shot it down.

[OCC: hide 11, spot and listen 10, Attack Bonus with "Blood Freezer" +8, 1-8+2, If within 30 foot add +1 to hit +1 Dmg and if hidden add 2d6 dmg]

 

[Kangaxx]

What the hell is wrong with this Cleric, aren't Cleric renowed for their great wisdom. Villard opinion of this wanna be cleric worsen.

As soon as he his finish Villard will let the covered body there and will rush towards the fence grabbing his bow on the way and will stay hidden behind the wall as Fentrith goes in making sure that if anything menacing appears by the window or around him, he is ready to shot it down.

Zoraster will be quite suprised by the actions of his companions.
What sort of job have I gotten myself into here? Fentrith and the jerk look like they're assaulting the place. I thought it was a temple...
*Zoraster follows Fentrith in, looking around for the attack his companions seem to be expecting.*

[OOC: spot mod -1, listen mod +1, Zoraster looking around doesn't really mean much]

 

[DarkMaster]

What sort of job have I gotten myself into here? Fentrith and the jerk look like they're assaulting the place. I thought it was a temple...
[OOC: spot mod -1, listen mod +1, Zoraster looking around doesn't really mean much]

[OOC: I guess Villard is the jerk, poor Villard , I am just covering him, I wanted to investigate the area a bit more but he went in. It looks like there is something going on, the temple seems deserted, no light and we're almost night, nobody around and a dead body. ]