Marked by Destiny, Marked by Tragedy (Erekose13 Judging)

[s@squ@tch]

Silvanon d'Thuranni Rogue 1, Hp: 7/7

1d20+3-> [7,3] = (10) Spot Check

Silvanon grows weary of staring at the box, and rubs his temples, looking over at Brelach and Arvan work over the prisoners.

"For the blood of Vol! What is that mongrel saying?"

 

[Bront]

"Everything he's going to," Arvin says.

"Where is your sister?" Arvan asks the halfling.

 

[Wik]

Brelach's Spot in the Randy Bugbear (1d20+5=6)
Brelach's Use Rope check (1d20+3=8) (ouch)

Brelach leans against the wall, nonchalantly. Turning to Silvanon, he says softly "He's going on about prophecy and whatnot. Maybe if you had spent some of your younger days learning draconic, instead of devoting it to some no doubt asinine and worthless pursuit, you could stop pestering me. Now, shut up and keep an eye on the girl. I'm busy."

OOC: Sorry. Brelach's kind of a jerk.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Why is Brelach rolling a use rope? For the halfling? Alys was taking care of her at first--she'd have taken 20, and Brelach should too. We had more than enough time, and taking 20 is allowable for Use Rope)

 

[s@squ@tch]

OOC: Silvanon was the one who tied up the halfing with his silk rope if you are asking.

 

[Bogre]

Spot check:1d20+3-> [18,3] = (21)


Shaking his head slowly, his eyes trained on the halfling, Bennit rolls his neck, loosening up.

"Listen, you little piece of shardshe', if you even dare budge I'm going to cut your fingers off at the least, and probably just up and stab you right here, huh?"

Bennit places a hand on his hip and draws his sword smoothly, turning to face the halfling woman with a dangerous expression on his face.

 

[Bront]

LEB Judge Hat: Edit that please. Swearing, even in PbP forums, is a big forum no-no.

 

[stonegod]

[sblock=DM]Weapon shakes his head. "I am tasked to remain here, Sir. If you have any other questions, you may ask me now or leave me message at a Sivis station for my later answering."[/sblock]

 

[s@squ@tch]

Silvanon d'Thuranni, Rogue 1, Hp: 7/7

Silvanon turns his head towards Brelach, his ears slightly perking up as the human insults his supposed youth pasttimes.

He says softly, yet menacingly to him,"Those who do not mind themselves often disappear into shadow..."

OOC: Silvanon is not exactly a saint either.

 

[Bogre]

"Not you. Check your ropes though on that halfwoman."