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[Iron Kingdoms] The Age of Rust.
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DJ_Colossus
Explorer
Kneecap
"And what would a Caspian Genltemen know about picking locks eh? Well, maybe the little tiny locks on a young damsel's corsets, yes... But I think this is a job for the deft fingers of this rogue! Let the Gobber at it!"
The gobber steps in front of the group and pulls out his shiny and well-crafted lock picking tools.
OOC: +5 Open Lock, +1 Masterwork tools.
"And what would a Caspian Genltemen know about picking locks eh? Well, maybe the little tiny locks on a young damsel's corsets, yes... But I think this is a job for the deft fingers of this rogue! Let the Gobber at it!"
The gobber steps in front of the group and pulls out his shiny and well-crafted lock picking tools.
OOC: +5 Open Lock, +1 Masterwork tools.
darkbard
Legend
gavyn dundrake
as the gobber huddles over the lock, gavyn turns to the tall kossite and gives him a quizzical look. "perhaps we are laboring under a misapprehension? i have mentioned on numerous occasions that i am a gentleman, not some common criminal or sellsword like 'kneecap' or yourself. it is true, i have no small skill with the sword. my voice commands more power to sway opinions than the greatest of statesmen. i have an intimate knowledge of the gentry, our ways and etiquettes and prized baubles and fashions. and, only morrow knows why, but he has seen fit to occasionally work his ways through my hands and voice. but of picking locks and scaling drainpipes to sneak into burghers' bedchambers in the night, i know not and care not a whit. now that that's settled, let the gobber be about his business."
as the gobber huddles over the lock, gavyn turns to the tall kossite and gives him a quizzical look. "perhaps we are laboring under a misapprehension? i have mentioned on numerous occasions that i am a gentleman, not some common criminal or sellsword like 'kneecap' or yourself. it is true, i have no small skill with the sword. my voice commands more power to sway opinions than the greatest of statesmen. i have an intimate knowledge of the gentry, our ways and etiquettes and prized baubles and fashions. and, only morrow knows why, but he has seen fit to occasionally work his ways through my hands and voice. but of picking locks and scaling drainpipes to sneak into burghers' bedchambers in the night, i know not and care not a whit. now that that's settled, let the gobber be about his business."
Shadowfane
First Post
The tall Rynnish sorcerer mutters darkly,
"And They say 'I' am insane! mmmmurmmgh"
"And They say 'I' am insane! mmmmurmmgh"
Dirigible
Explorer
All:
With some deft finger work, Kneecap finesses the lock open. For a horrible moment, he can feel the tumbler hook getting caught inside the works, the metal nearly bending... but just in time, it comes free and the padlock pops open.
The old man sitting on the steps mutters a "Bah!" and scoops up the bottle of rotgut hooch next to him, stnads, and begins shuffling into the abandoned building behind him.
With some deft finger work, Kneecap finesses the lock open. For a horrible moment, he can feel the tumbler hook getting caught inside the works, the metal nearly bending... but just in time, it comes free and the padlock pops open.
The old man sitting on the steps mutters a "Bah!" and scoops up the bottle of rotgut hooch next to him, stnads, and begins shuffling into the abandoned building behind him.
linnorm
Explorer
Eyvind
Eyvind
*Eyvind blinks, shrugs, and moves to climb down the ladder into the sewer.*
The sound of Eyvind's baritone voice wafts up from the opening as he descends. "Ja, ok... But den how du geet eentoo der bedchambers?" Followed by the spash of boots landing in water, the steely rasp of a drawn sword, and Eyvind's voice again. "Err, vee gots torches ja?"
Eyvind
*Eyvind blinks, shrugs, and moves to climb down the ladder into the sewer.*
The sound of Eyvind's baritone voice wafts up from the opening as he descends. "Ja, ok... But den how du geet eentoo der bedchambers?" Followed by the spash of boots landing in water, the steely rasp of a drawn sword, and Eyvind's voice again. "Err, vee gots torches ja?"
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
"Ye are laddy but, whot he's got is more that cocksure attitude of a man who ain't been tole no enough." Tyra says with a smirk as she follows the scout into the sewers, her nose wrinkling at the smell.Shadowfane said:
DJ_Colossus
Explorer
kneecap
"An amorous lot we all are, eh? Now, I say we get down into the danks before we tear each other's throats out!"
Kneecap pauses for a second, realizing the old man who, merely a second ago was muttering, had disappeared.
"Oi, that creeper that just took off with the bottle. Anyone recognize him? Best get down there quick. I don't want him bringing any guards or other... eh... water-based nasties here."
Kneecap slides down and lands in the sewer with a splash. He looks up at the tallfolk around him, their noses further away from the sewage. For once, Kneecap wished he were taller.
"An amorous lot we all are, eh? Now, I say we get down into the danks before we tear each other's throats out!"
Kneecap pauses for a second, realizing the old man who, merely a second ago was muttering, had disappeared.
"Oi, that creeper that just took off with the bottle. Anyone recognize him? Best get down there quick. I don't want him bringing any guards or other... eh... water-based nasties here."
Kneecap slides down and lands in the sewer with a splash. He looks up at the tallfolk around him, their noses further away from the sewage. For once, Kneecap wished he were taller.
Shadowfane
First Post
Dark averts his gaze as Tyra speaks, mouth moving like a fish out of water, he seems extremely discomforted by being addressed directly and relaxes into his more usual twitching once the gunslinger descends into the sewers.
Looking into the dark hole, Dark mutters.
"Smells of death...but then we all do."
Shaking his head softly the sorcerer follows the others, keeping the veil between this world and that close at hand, lest he need draw the fire for his dark purposes.
Looking into the dark hole, Dark mutters.
"Smells of death...but then we all do."
Shaking his head softly the sorcerer follows the others, keeping the veil between this world and that close at hand, lest he need draw the fire for his dark purposes.
darkbard
Legend
gavyn dundrake
gavyn shakes his head ruefully with a half-smile on his lips.
"aye, you half-heads have your fun at my expense. but the half-ogrun here," he jerks a thumb at eyvind as he straps on his buckler and draws his longsword from its sheath, "has a point. which of you proper adventurers has brought a torch or lantern." he peers ahead into the gloom.
gavyn shakes his head ruefully with a half-smile on his lips.
"aye, you half-heads have your fun at my expense. but the half-ogrun here," he jerks a thumb at eyvind as he straps on his buckler and draws his longsword from its sheath, "has a point. which of you proper adventurers has brought a torch or lantern." he peers ahead into the gloom.
