[LPF] The Road to Tritower

[FrancisJohn]

[sblock=Mini Stats]Francis John, III
HP: 7/7
AC: 18 FF:14 T:15
CMB: 0 CMD: 13
Fort: -1 Reflex: +5 Will: +1
Perception: +7 Initiative: +3
Bluff: +13 Sense Motive: +5
Armed: Light Crossbow +4 1d6
Bolts Remaining: 20/20
Unarmed: Dagger +2 d3+1
Adaptable Luck: 1/3[/sblock]

Francis grimaces as he now turns to Leira, and raises his hand across his body and feigns backhanding her across the face. His intentions are made clear however, when he starts chuckling at her, indicating he truly isn't mad. "No one ever survived in the wilderness by being nice."

 

[Aura]

Anzaldo nods to Leira after her confirmation of the way he saw things unfold. It looks as if he was going to say something, but stops as Karra starts speaking with the captive once more.

For her part, the drow has rolled onto her good side and curled up a bit on the ground, fighting off the pain. Her large white eyes are clamped closed and she breathes heavily. Karra is not even sure how much of what she said actually registered. Instead, the drow summons enough presence of mind to ask, "The deal… yes or no?"

Anna steps towards Karra as the exchange continues, obviously interested in the discussion.

 

[Lindeloef]

"Yes. But if you come back and bite us in the ass... figure of speech... no one will hold the Halfling back." Karra replies.

 

[Aura]

The dark elf nods. She speaks with frequent pauses, breathing heavily. Still speaking in the Elven tongue, she responds, "Okay… then to fulfill my side of the bargain. We are here on the surface because we heard there were mercenary jobs to be had. Taking your shipment is just a job to us. Much like you, maybe? Anyway, the plan was to take the shipment back to our base camp, where the cook is, before departing. I can show you how to get there, but you'll excuse me if I don't want to go sauntering into camp, myself. They will assume me compromised, no doubt." She frowns about that last part, but continues, "What else must you know?"

She hasn't so much as sat up, yet. The entire conversation happens with her laying on her side.

 

[FrancisJohn]

[sblock=Mini Stats]Francis John, III
HP: 7/7
AC: 18 FF:14 T:15
CMB: 0 CMD: 13
Fort: -1 Reflex: +5 Will: +1
Perception: +7 Initiative: +3
Bluff: +13 Sense Motive: +5
Armed: Light Crossbow +4 1d6
Bolts Remaining: 20/20
Unarmed: Dagger +2 d3+1
Adaptable Luck: 1/3[/sblock]

Keeping to himself, the halfling begins to quietly unload and check his crossbow, before reloading again. If one peers close enough, there is a bit of a content smirk in his face.

 

[Lindeloef]

"Who hired you and who is that cook you mentioned?"

 

[Aura]

"The cook?" the prisoner asks, a little tic in the particular way she says cook. "Umm... Vincent… something-or-the-other. Venzan name, I think. We didn't talk the whole time, due to language issues. He came recommended on the basis of, you know… not being concerned with what we do when gone.

"Anyway," she continues, "We were hired by a guy named Falcon. I doubt it was his real name, or even his most common alias. He looked like a Venzan local, but I'm not sure. You know, dark curly hair, brown eyes, about five-ten, that kind of guy. He had a timepiece he fidgeted with a lot. Anyway, we were set up together through a guy named Grandmaster Torch, although I never met him. Sounded like favors were being called in. Falcon said he had 'hoped for more', but didn't clarify."

The dark elf falls silent, awaiting what happens next.

 

[Lindeloef]

"Falcon? Grandmaster Torch? Does no one has any real non-ridiculous names these days?" Karra wonders. She then translates this information to the group keeping an eye on Anna when mentioning those names. Seeing if she reacts in any case.

[sblock="ooc"]Oh noes its crispy chicken/beef jerky again ^^

also if you need any rolls from me, feel free to roll them if that speeds up (different timezones and all)

Link to Karra
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[epicbob]

Brandon the Swift

As the Drow speaks, Brandon observes her closely for any signs of dishonesty.

[sblock=Sense Motive]Sense Motive vs. Drow: 1D20+6 = [20]+6 = 26
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[FrancisJohn]

[sblock=Mini Stats]Francis John, III
HP: 7/7
AC: 18 FF:14 T:15
CMB: 0 CMD: 13
Fort: -1 Reflex: +5 Will: +1
Perception: +7 Initiative: +3
Bluff: +13 Sense Motive: +5
Armed: Light Crossbow +4 1d6
Bolts Remaining: 20/20
Unarmed: Dagger +2 d3+1
Adaptable Luck: 1/3[/sblock]

"I'd be surely content to let this one go, as it was my original plan anyway, but WITHOUT weapons. That seems like the most unintelligent thing we can do! Anyways, maybe we should be leaving now in the night, and maybe they won't be expecting us." His eyes eagerly wait any reply.