RESTARTED - Rhun's Greyhawk ALPHA Campaign (tToEE) - PART III

[Boddynock]

"Sounds like a good idea. I don't have any, though you could borrow my cloak."

 

[Legildur]

"All too noisy, let's just leave it," says Kurt.

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

Trevor shrugs and says, "Yes that's correct. We've already wasted too much time on this thing. Let's just sound the gong ourselves and get it over with once and for all!"

 

[Legildur]

"No, no. no!" Kurt hisses in reply. "That'll attract everything nearby, and THAT we don't need."

 

[Thanee]

Dara

“Indeed. While it would certainly make the hunting down part quicker, we would likely end up with a bit more than we can handle at a time,” Dara agrees. “And we have already been quite taxed today.”

 

[stonegod]

Coraine rolls his eyes and takes a step up the stairs, trying to see what is above them. Silence it or not, do not dither. Evil dithers not, and we must be prepared. If the gong will not be stopped, then listen to those doors! His whisper is low, but direct.

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

Trevor looks longingly, wistfully at the gong, briefly considers whether he could soundly bash it before Coraine and Kurt could render him senseless, but then just shrugs and goes to listen at the doors.

 

[Legildur]

Trevor looks longingly, wistfully at the gong, briefly considers whether he could soundly bash it before Coraine and Kurt could render him senseless, but then just shrugs and goes to listen at the doors.

OOC: It's just oh so tempting, isn't it...

 

[Rhun]

Coraine sees nothing up the stairs. They go upwards further than Verdis' sunrod can illuminate.

Trevor moves off to listen at the doors.

[sblock=For Trevor]
OOC: Leif, I don't show Trevor as having any ranks in Listen, by the way!

Trevor moves from door to door. He hears nothing from the door to the northwest, nor anything from the door to the northeast. From the door to the southeast, he hears multipl voices engage in conversation. Three or four distinct voices, at least...speaking a language Trevor does not recognize. He also hears voices from the southwest door, but they are very low, and he cannot determine what is being said, or even how many voices there are.[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Trevor Champlaign

OOC: It's just oh so tempting, isn't it...

If you only knew! I almost did it anyway.

Trevor moves off to listen at the doors.
[sblock=For Trevor]OOC: Leif, I don't show Trevor as having any ranks in Listen, by the way!

Trevor moves from door to door. He hears nothing from the door to the northwest, nor anything from the door to the northeast. From the door to the southeast, he hears multipl voices engage in conversation. Three or four distinct voices, at least...speaking a language Trevor does not recognize. He also hears voices from the southwest door, but they are very low, and he cannot determine what is being said, or even how many voices there are.[/sblock]

[sblock=rhun]I'm sure you're right about Trevor's lack of skill at listening. That's not something I would have been inclined to waste a skill point on at the time this character was made, and his wisdom is phenomenally mediocre as I also recall.[/sblock]
The tin-eared Trevor, having pressed his ear to the doors, reports back, "I hear nothing behind these two," he says indicating the northwest and northeast doors, "but I hear low voices speaking some godforsaken, unknown black speech, no doubt about something ugly and evil. That's behind the southeast door. Behind the southwest door there also seem to be more sudued voices, but I can't be sure they're speaking, or even how many of them there are. Could be the wind at play down long tunnels, I suppose. By the way, I'm not very good at this listening stuff, so someone else might want to give it a go next time."