[LPF] A Soul Indiscretion

[GlassEye]

Fury draws a dagger and readies to move up to the tarpaulin. "No time like the present..." He moves forward and examines the tarp. He thinks it unlikely to be trapped but wants to make sure, just in case. If he finds nothing, he'll pull it aside and take a look before moving in.

[sblock=MiniStats][size=+1]Fury[/size] Human Rogue 2 / Bard 1
Initiative: +6 Perception: +6

AC: 16 (14 touch; 12 flat-footed)
HP: 25 Current: 25
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +1 Ref: +9 Will: +2

In Hand: -[/sblock]

 

[Songdragon]

The gnome will take a deep breath... "In for a copper..." Zelena will follow Fury into the building.

((perception once we enter the building...1d20+9=10 Woot... a 1 ))

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Pulling the tarpaulin aside the group see a dark room before them lite only dimly by the light from the "doorway". Dark water is revealed, looking to be at least a couple of feet deep, and further down what appears to be a door is revealed to the right. Fury finds nothing that would indicated the presence of traps.

The room they can see appears to be empty, but the water near to the door does occasionally ripple suggesting movement in the water from beyond the door.

Once the group begin to move into the building a deep rasping voice calls, "Wharrrt iss passsvurd?"

 

[Songdragon]

The gnome pipes up... "Devilfish"

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

There is silence for a moment, then a strange gurgling sound followed by, "Cooome then, they will not bite unless yoaaaau try to cheat me."

 

[toasterferret]

Falkner follows into the building, standing to Zelena's right, his eyes scanning the water around them.

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric wades further into the room and calls out, "Alright, where are ya?"

<<Move to E-5, Perception (1d20+3=6)>>

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 21 (19 without shield, 19 flat-footed, 13 Touch) (w/ +1 Ring)
HP: 23 Current: 23
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Shield and Chakram[/sblock]___________________________

Borric Hawkins

 

[Gerald007]

Syl waits to be the very last person in the room, looking around hoping to find a safe spot away from the fishman.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Borric sees a shadowed scaly figure, holding a loaded heavy crossbow leveled at his chest, standing before what appear to be two rotting beds piled atop one another. Piles of dully gleaming gold coins are stacked upon the bed frames, as well as an array of what must be stolen bits and bobs, from whistles to an emerald brooch.

The creature squints at Borric, "Yaaaou monkeys alll look tha saame, which onee are yooou? Nooo matter, what do yoouu bring for me?"

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric moves towards the creature putting away his chakram. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder to indicate those behind him, "I am just the hired muscle. Ya need to talk to them."

<<Move to G-5>>

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 21 (19 without shield, 19 flat-footed, 13 Touch) (w/ +1 Ring)
HP: 23 Current: 23
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Shield[/sblock]___________________________

Borric Hawkins