IG's Legend of The Ripper [IC]


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Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9

Dacen takes up the rear after slinging his shield to try and keep it from making any undue noise. Though his gear and armor are not soundless, he does a passable job of moving quietly.

Move Silent (1d20=12)
 

[sblock=PhoenixAsh]I think Dacen's check result would only be 10 after taking into account his armor check penalty. Regardless, I think Rexy made enough noise for all of you. ;) [/sblock]

As the quartet sidesteps out the back door, Xao snags his hand on on a splinter in the door way. The instinctive cursing stops Rexy in her tracks as she looks back, both their eyes wide at the thought of being seen. Quickly they take off after Dacen and Fen, Rexy's boots echoing noisily off the wet cobbles.

"There! Down the alley!" you hear someone say.

"That's them!" another voice replies, more familiar. Rexy turns to look, and sees one of the men from last night... a friend of the one she almost killed.

A small stampede of footfalls splash through the puddles after you as you all manage to round a corner and hop over a short wall. Quickly, you round another corner and dive into Mari Kell's haunted hovel as they begin to close on you. You hear them stop at the door as you catch your breath.

"I ain't goin' in there after 'em," one says.

"No worries," another says. "Ol' Mari'll take care of 'em soon enough. Won't be coming out anyway. Not while they's still livin', at least."

[sblock=ooc]This is SO not part of the published adventure. You'll have to forgive my creative license.[/sblock]
 

Rexy breathes a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure what was worse...the city folk outside, or the haunts inside the Ten Bells. "Well, that was exciting," she states flatly.
 

Dacen Athrin, Human Cleric of St. Cuthbert HP: 8/9

IG:[sblock]Dacen's Armor Check penalty is offset by his +2 Dex, which turned the total modifier to +/- 0. :) [/sblock]

Dacen huffs as he slams the door behind them, leaning against it and only letting go when they've left.

"Good morning exercise, huh?" he regains his breath as he steps back, looking around the place with a slow shake of his head. "So... upstairs or down?"
 



OOC:So sorry! Totally slipped through my net.


"Right..." Fen drawls. "Excitement, yeah, that's what we needed. Who cares about, say, breakfast... or peace and quiet... when you've got excitement?"

Still grumbling, he makes his way through to the bar. "I say we go up, finish clearin' those rooms."
 


The remaining rooms are all almost identical, in that they are all furnished with a simple wood-framed bed and night tables, atop which are candles stooped with age.

All that is left in this corridor, that you can tell, is the door to the attic, so covered in dirt and soot that you can barely see the outline in the ceiling at the end of the hall.
 

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