[LPF] The Inheritance


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Damaris checks the contents of her backpack with them in private.

"Alright... I have 2 vials of oil and an flask of Alchemist Fire (but I would be against making a bonfire of an old house), 2 bottles of holy water for any... haunting thingies, and an acid flask." she keeps moving the stuff inside her backpack.

"Also... I have a wand to cure light wounds, a paper candle firework and, most important of all, Vermin Repellent... although I expect Cavernous Hode to do us this favor of keeping Mr.Dickens' kinfolk and other critters at bay."
 

With the group in agreement they are ready to put their plan into action. While Benedek wakes and Katalin helps him get ready for travel Molnar heads out to saddle a horse for his children. Molnar finishes his task and is ready to leave long before Benedek summons up enough energy to make it down the stairs. Katalin grabs her small sack of oddments picked up in the market and helps her brother down to their horse. She swings up into the saddle and Molnar helps Benedek get positioned behind her. Molnar frowns as if just realizing how frail his son is, especially compared to the hale and hearty Katalin. He shakes his head knowing that nothing but time can help his son regain his health after his ordeal in Sumbru's prison.

Molnar takes the lead of Katalin's horse and looks around. "I'll see my children out of the city then I'll come back and hitch up the wagon. I'll be ready to load your, uh, gear when you need me."

The guards from earlier in the day, those sent to follow the group, are no longer at their stations.


. . . . . . . Molnar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Katalin . . . . . . .
 


Damaris waits for Mr. Dickens to give the 'clear'... or squeak. If the coast is clear she will tip toe ahead through the shadows with the rest of the party.


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Marching Order? I would suggest for Damaris to be in the middle. She has less HP than Mr.Dickens. LOL! She really needs a body guard!

Stealth 1d20+8=23 [/sblock]
 

Mister Dickens vanishes into the darkness of the alley where the group is hiding not more than 45 feet from the door to the haunted guard house. A dim light shines out from cracks in the shutters that block the windows and a bar of light shines out from a large gap at the bottom of the door. A lantern is suspended on a hook by the door that provides a flickering circle of dim light around the door that, after a moment, illuminates Mister Dickens sniffing around the door. The rat's keen senses detects at least one man within the guard post.
 

Tasanto watches the rat carefully, just because he needs watching. He is an aurny rat. When it looks like the post may actually contain normal people, he steps back and whispers to Damaris, "Tired guards may just need a lullaby to put them to sleep. It would be kinder than me walking up and pummeling them. But plan B usually works."
[sblock=ooc]Tasanto would be in the front. He isn't planning on changing forms until they are on the other side of the wall.[/sblock]
 

"They should not be here long... remember they believe this guard post haunted" Damaris waits patiently for Mr.Dickens. "But, of course, if they are there, we can allow them to relax and get some rest. They've earned it" she winks at him.
 



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