The Closed Eye (DM: Halford, Judge: garyh)

[KenHood]

"All mouth and no trousers? I assure you, madam, that I bear no resemblance to a beholder."

Palindrome gives a boyish, winning smile.

[sblock=Different tactic!]Palindrome uses diplomacy. (1d20+7=12)

Invisible Castle! How you have betrayed me![/sblock]

 

[nerdytenor]

In what is beginning to become a pattern, Tander steps into the breach to smooth things over. He looks quickly at Palindrome, and then furtively mimes drinking from a tankard of ale to the maid, implying that Palindrome is a little drunk (as opposed to a little crazy).

"Maam, we are here on official business. We'd like to investigate the premises in order to see what real leads there are into Arnest's disappearance." At the word 'real', Tander gives a sidelong glance at Palindrome. "We've been authorized by Lady Glasston. May we investigate the premises? We will do our best to leave things exactly as we found them."


[sblock=Skillz]
Diplomacy 14
Bluff 8 (to cover Palindrome)
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[KenHood]

Palindrome gives Tander a quizzical look. "We can't leave things exactly the way we found them. The where-cat archmage, Shrah Djinni, has proven that the very act of observation alters the nature of the thing observed on a subtle or even fundamental level."

He turns to Dodridge. "A plateful of sandwiches, cut into small triangular quarters, with the crusts timmed, and a pot of green tea would greatly assist our investigation."

 

[nerdytenor]

Tander opens his mouth to say something, pauses, and then closes his mouth again, shaking his head back and forth almost imperceptibly.

[sblock=OOC]
Lol. Shrah Djinni indeed! Have you been reading the thread on quantum hps? Hmm?
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[KenHood]

[sblock=OOC]

Lol. Shrah Djinni indeed! Have you been reading the thread on quantum hps? Hmm?

*grin*

Nope, but I'm about to put the search function to use.[/sblock]

 

[Halford]

"Are you sure you boys don't want to take up comedy? Ah, well, if you insist come on in, wipe your boots if you don't mind. Now, I can't give you free reign I am afraid, I have to keep a watchful eye on you, but we can stop by the kitchen if you are feeling peckish, food always tastes better when pilfered in any event." The amply proportioned House Keeper ushers the group into a room full of hanging cloaks and boots.

Savory smells waft deliciously from a large cavern like room to the right, and a hallway hung with opulent tapestries and portraits is visible through and open doorway straight ahead.

 

[Dunamin]

As Dodridge makes to lead them into the cloakroom, Woe thoroughly wipes his boots just next to the provided carpet while her back is turned, then strolls after her and raises a hearty laughter.

“Ah, I see that we are in the presence of Duanton’s most illustrious wits and graceful frames, dear madam,” he says with a wink, genuinely being at least marginally impressed that the maid actually has a sense of humor.

“I have naught a speck of doubt, that whatever cuisine you have to offer will be all but a gastronomic masterpiece! Thank the heavens we have a rapacious appetite as well, that we may enjoy it in worthy extent.”

Throughout her accompaniment, Woe continues to butter her up well and thoroughly, providing attention and innuendo she no doubt is severely lacking to put her further off balance. He makes sure to get a decent survey of the premises, noting placements of silverware, collections of candelabra, and other valuable sets.

 

[covaithe]

[sblock=ooc thread title change?]Hi, there, forum moderator here. Would you like me to change the thread title to reflect the new DM and judge?[/sblock]

 

[Halford]

OOC: Be great if you could Covaithe, no great rush I'm no egomaniac .

 

[KenHood]

Taking a long time to divest himself of both shoes and socks, Palindrome scans the items in the cloakroom for magical auras.

[OOC: Arcana check. (1d20+10=15)]​

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As Dodridge escorts them, Palindrome's companions note his jaw clenching and unclenching, accompanied by the occassional squeal of tooth-on-tooth. Every time she laughs, Palindrome's left eye spasms.

While her back is turned to the party, Palindrome visibly fights the urge to blast her in the head with a magic missile...or strangle her...or stab her...or all of the above, at the same time.

Pale, brow beaded with sweat, he chokes out a laugh, "Heh HAH hah-hah-hah! Yes, yes, you are indeed entertaining, Miz Dodridge. Yes. H-HAaaAAAAaaAH! So who among the people at this fuh-fuuuu-fine HOME would you have the most to gain from Arnest's ddddddddddissappearance or desire it?"