PFS #51: The Shadow Gambit

[Maidhc O Casain]

The silver disappears quickly. "You're the boss, sirrah!" can be heard drifting through the crowds as Gav hurries off without another word.

[sblock=OOC]OK, the fluff is Gav looking around; the crunch is a Knowledge (Local) or Diplomacy check. To simulate Gav's intimate knowledge of the city, I'll allow those wishing to Aid Another to use either of these skills to aid the primary check, regardless of which skill is used for the primary check.[/sblock]

 

[soulnova]

*double post*

 

[soulnova]

[sblock] Dogan and Lannel already did some diplomacy checks around. do you need us to roll again? [/sblock]

 

[Keht]

Diplo Check

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock] Dogan and Lannel already did some diplomacy checks around. do you need us to roll again? [/sblock]

OOC: I'll use your previous rolls.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

You idle away the time at The Three Widows Inn as Gav goes scouting around the town. He returns three hours later, flushed with excitement.

"Didn't I say it? If it's to be found in Kaer Maga, I'm the one to find it! Your man lives about a candlemark's easy walk from here - I can take you right to it."

[sblock=OOC]Life's been a little chaotic these past couple of days - if I missed any requests or actions let me know, please.

Also, any feedback on the pace or mechanics is welcome - let me know if there's something I could be doing different or better!

(No word from the Andoran faction yet).[/sblock]

 

[soulnova]

"No news from our friends" he comments his Andoran comrades. He will nod at the kid and follow him some steps behind. "We should speak to him as soon as possible then"

 

[Helfdan]

"I agree. Let's go." Kalenth adjusts his swordbelt as he stands, ready to follow Gav.

 

[PeteZero]

"Let's go," dogan replies, getting ready to leave.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Gav leads you on a trek through Bis, first through the streets and alleys of the floor, then up ladders and stairways along the wall. Finally, you find yourselves at the entrance to a small but well kept house some sixty feet above the streets. Judging by the decrepit state of the other homes in the neighborhood, Horis Collgardie must be relatively well off. His home is made of a hodgepodge of brick and stone matching the city’s walls. Several windows look out onto the thin balcony walkway some 60 feet above the city streets that serves as the access for this neighborhood, but all are heavily barred with the shades pulled. The house appears dark and quiet.

[sblock=OOC]I'll be leaving this afternoon for a weekend jaunt to the internet deadlands; I'll be back in touch Sunday evening or Monday morning. I may or may not have time to make another post before I leave. Feel free to post your actions - you're standing outside the house on the balcony.[/sblock]