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

[KenHood]

The blood is coming from beneath the body and upon rolling it over Palindrome can see a significant number - possibly as many as a hundred - puncture wounds consistent with a rapier or similar blade.

Palindrome points out the wounds to his comrades. "I'd hazard a guess that our 'swashbuckling' member of the Crossroaders had something to do with this. Dalliances of the Storm God! I'd still like to know from whence came this blood."

Cutting away, with some difficulty...

Palindrome is chuckling and chirruping.

The remaining eye is an odd and delicate little mechanism - although the word does not seem quite right - it seems to be a thin metal covering over a small mirrored chamber filled with fine silvery filaments which dissolve upon the Wizard's fingertips when/if he touches a few.

"Neat! You guys have got to see this!" he holds the eyeball in front of his face, "Get it? See?"

He pockets the eyeball.

[sblock=Request for elaboration...]Was the missing eyeball pulled out or poked out? In other words, does it look like someone destroyed the eyeball in a fight or pulled it out after the Forged croaked?[/sblock]

Adie meanwhile is watching Palindrome and leans over his shoulder to watch his progress. She appears remarkably unpeturbed.

Absorbed in the dissec...er...autopsy, Palindrome finally notes Adie's presence. He scowls, then whirls, "BOO!" And flicks some of the Forged's sap-blood in her face.

[OOC: Whatever her response, Palindrome will say, "So, Adie, did you take any of the weird root today?"]​

Palindrome cracks down on the business of searching the apartment. (Too bad he forgot to bring a crowbar.) This is not a gentle search. This is a cutting the cushions open (unless obviously valuable and easy to re-sell), prying up the floor-boards, tumping over the furniture, Attilla-the-Hun-has-come-for-a-visit sort of search. A systematic, ruthless, methodical search, punctuated by the occassional Detect Magic to be absolutely, positively nothing is missed.

And it might end with a 'setting the whole place on fire and see what explodes' double-check of the contents of the apartment...

Here's the skill checks:

• Perception. (1d20+2=18)
• Arcana (Detect Magic). (1d20+10=28)
• Arcana (ascertain significance of tray full of gravel) (1d20+10=22)

 

[Halford]

From what Palindrome can ascertain it appears the eye was torn from the socket, but not recently. When he attempts to startle her Adie blinks enquiringly, and offers up an uncertain smile.

"So, Adie, did you take any of the weird root today?"

"They say I am weird enough already, sometimes they give me liqor - it makes my stomach warm."

 

[Dunamin]

Perception = 3 (no aid from Woe)

The blood is coming from beneath the body and upon rolling it over Palindrome can see a significant number - possibly as many as a hundred - puncture wounds consistent with a rapier or similar blade.

“Now that is a very agitated killer! Definitely not an emotionally detached hired hit, supporting the message of the bloody writing.”

“He or she must be heavily stained by the tin man blood-stuff – perhaps even have a dent or two in the blade used to kill it.”

 

[nerdytenor]

Tander nods in the general direction of Woe. "Yes, yes." Tander seems a bit distracted with the details of the scene. "Or, perhaps, the assailant wanted to guarantee the warforged could not be resuscitated after it was killed. I confess I know little of the ways of these machines."


OOC: Perception 9. Blargh.

 

[KenHood]

[sblock=OOC]

OOC: Perception 9. Blargh.

Noooooooooooooo!

Aw, man![/sblock]

As Palindrome begins slicing into the couch cushions (with not a little bit of glee), he asks, "So, Adie, have you ever considered enslav...I mean...employment as a wizard's familiar?"

 

[Dunamin]

Desperate save!

Perception 9.

Remember the +1 from posting within 24 h of the DM! That would make your check exactly 10, which would mean Tander succeeds on aiding Palindrome, which would mean our final result is 20!

Which means Woe finds the Weird Root after all.

 

[KenHood]

Huzzah!

Good to go!

 

[Halford]

As you search the premises you hear the door creak open and see before you... Something, though you are not quite sure what, something big, are there two of them? Yes two, uh, things. Its almost as if your mind does not wish to process what you are seeing.

Whatever they are they move forward and one of them speaks in a deep guttural voice,

"Now you die. Nobody sees the Clan. Give us the eye and your deaths will be swift."

 

[Dunamin]

And it's on!

Woe spins towards the aggressors, drawing his shield and leveling his spear at the incomprehensible duo.

“Ha! No deluded sons of a foul-smelling hairy… uh, or daughters… hmm, well, you have no idea who you’re messing with!

… Strangely, neither do I. Oh well.”

Slightly confused but nevertheless determined, the warrior steels himself for combat.

Initiative = 3

 

[nerdytenor]

Tander's eyes narrow as he tries to focus on the... whatever it is.

OOC: Initiative 11