The Hunted (DM: IronSky, Judge: ???)
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pacdidj
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"Oh my...," Auntie Mab is for once at a loss for words, standing dumbstruck after seeing so much blood and carnage everywhere. Presently, she manages to shake it off, and begins to focus on the situation at hand. She examines the remains of the butler's house livery, and the portraits on the wall to see if she might know, or can deduce anything about these particular members of Daunton's elite.
Streetwise (1d20+8=24)
She then moves to the pipes, running a hand over their brass surface, and attempts to trace where they lead to, and what types of plumbing or apparatus they supply with water.
Streetwise (1d20+8=24)
She then moves to the pipes, running a hand over their brass surface, and attempts to trace where they lead to, and what types of plumbing or apparatus they supply with water.
Iron Sky
Procedurally Generated
The Hunted: Day 1, Hour 2, Minute 25
The young female watchman shrugs. "He's some rich merchant, I dunno. They just sent us here and told us not to let anyone in. I guess he lived alone, just had the butler and maid to help take care of the place?" She looks around the streets nervously, clutching her spear. "What do you mean something strange? Is whoever did this coming back?"
Inside, Earth examines the dead butler while Mab looks over the pipes. Some seem to have small holes in them from which hot air gently blows while others shake gently and the sounds of flowing water sound faintly from within. One of them is so hot to the touch it almost burns Mab's hand.
[sblock=Rysethynn and Devinihm]You see what is described above. You do locate his arm (under a chair across the room) and his leg (seems to have landed up on the balcony). You manage to find a few stray silver hairs amidst the gore.[/sblock]
[sblock=Earth]It looks like something hit him so hard he blew apart. You're pretty sure nothing natural can hit something that hard - it almost looks like hit was hit from inside out.[/sblock]
[sblock=Mab]There seems to be a remarkable lack of anything that indicates family - no portraits of individuals(just a few expensive-looking landscapes), busts, family crests. You're pretty sure whoever owns this is "new rich" - made their money fairly recently.[/sblock]
The young female watchman shrugs. "He's some rich merchant, I dunno. They just sent us here and told us not to let anyone in. I guess he lived alone, just had the butler and maid to help take care of the place?" She looks around the streets nervously, clutching her spear. "What do you mean something strange? Is whoever did this coming back?"
Inside, Earth examines the dead butler while Mab looks over the pipes. Some seem to have small holes in them from which hot air gently blows while others shake gently and the sounds of flowing water sound faintly from within. One of them is so hot to the touch it almost burns Mab's hand.
[sblock=Rysethynn and Devinihm]You see what is described above. You do locate his arm (under a chair across the room) and his leg (seems to have landed up on the balcony). You manage to find a few stray silver hairs amidst the gore.[/sblock]
[sblock=Earth]It looks like something hit him so hard he blew apart. You're pretty sure nothing natural can hit something that hard - it almost looks like hit was hit from inside out.[/sblock]
[sblock=Mab]There seems to be a remarkable lack of anything that indicates family - no portraits of individuals(just a few expensive-looking landscapes), busts, family crests. You're pretty sure whoever owns this is "new rich" - made their money fairly recently.[/sblock]
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pacdidj
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"Hmm... seems like the people who live, er, ehm, used to live here, came into quite a bit of money recently, just like poor Mr. Dartanian. No portraits on the walls, family tree, house crest, or any signs of an established family," Auntie Mab muses, then cries out, "Ouch! Goodness gracious that's hot!," as she touches the searing hot pipe.
"Tristram, be a dear would you, and go check to see if you can tell where these pipes are coming in from. Maybe there's a basement around here somewhere. Old Mabbeth's going to go scout around upstairs, and see where they lead to. But, be careful love, go quietly. Never know if the bazzlebaum might still be lurking about. Sneaky beasts they are," says the old woman as she slips on her homemade footpads, dims her sunrod with the hem of her cloak, and begins to make her way lightly up the staircase, while the brown rat scampers off into the shadows searching for a basement door or hole in the wall.
[sblock=Stealth Checks]Stealth check for Mab and Tristram (1d20+12=24, 1d20+16=32)
To move silently and sneak around corners while following the pipes upstairs and to a possible lower level, respectively.[/sblock]
"Tristram, be a dear would you, and go check to see if you can tell where these pipes are coming in from. Maybe there's a basement around here somewhere. Old Mabbeth's going to go scout around upstairs, and see where they lead to. But, be careful love, go quietly. Never know if the bazzlebaum might still be lurking about. Sneaky beasts they are," says the old woman as she slips on her homemade footpads, dims her sunrod with the hem of her cloak, and begins to make her way lightly up the staircase, while the brown rat scampers off into the shadows searching for a basement door or hole in the wall.
[sblock=Stealth Checks]Stealth check for Mab and Tristram (1d20+12=24, 1d20+16=32)
To move silently and sneak around corners while following the pipes upstairs and to a possible lower level, respectively.[/sblock]
Devinihm, wilden druid
"There are more hairs like before," Devinihm proclaims, displaying the spare strands he's noticed amongst the carnage. "This seems to be the same hunter, and if Auntimab is correct, another person newly-rich? This does not seem a coincidence.
"The watch said the bedroom was the scene of the greatest slaughter," Devinihm says, shuddering as he looks around at the "lesser" slaughter around them. "The servants may have been merely in the way. We should look to the central prey, I think."
He follows Mab up the stairs, looking for the bedroom and whatever remains of its inhabitant.
"There are more hairs like before," Devinihm proclaims, displaying the spare strands he's noticed amongst the carnage. "This seems to be the same hunter, and if Auntimab is correct, another person newly-rich? This does not seem a coincidence.
"The watch said the bedroom was the scene of the greatest slaughter," Devinihm says, shuddering as he looks around at the "lesser" slaughter around them. "The servants may have been merely in the way. We should look to the central prey, I think."
He follows Mab up the stairs, looking for the bedroom and whatever remains of its inhabitant.
Llama_Bill
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[sblock=Apologies![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Sorry for not posting in a while, I got sneak attacked by real life and ended up moving into Uni with no loan, no internet and being registered for the wrong year so I had no dissertation sessions booked. Really sorry about not being around until today. Can I jump back in? I can post at least once a day now.
Bill
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Sorry for not posting in a while, I got sneak attacked by real life and ended up moving into Uni with no loan, no internet and being registered for the wrong year so I had no dissertation sessions booked. Really sorry about not being around until today. Can I jump back in? I can post at least once a day now.
Bill
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Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Illarion murmurs to the woman "Probably not."
and tries his best to hide from the guards.
The girl calls after him "You're off the path, sir. Keep to the gravel path. Do you need an escort?"
Illarion waves her off "Thank you, I'll be fine."
This time he waits until he's out of their sight before slipping quietly into the darkness.
He looks around the house trying to recall anything about the house, why was it sold to newly rich, it's history and what would be best way let loose a beast inside without it being seen from the outside.
Stealth; Thievery ;Streetwise; (1d20+9=13, 1d20+3=7, 1d20+5=22)
Stealth retry if allowed: Stealth (1d20+9=24)
and tries his best to hide from the guards.
The girl calls after him "You're off the path, sir. Keep to the gravel path. Do you need an escort?"
Illarion waves her off "Thank you, I'll be fine."
This time he waits until he's out of their sight before slipping quietly into the darkness.
He looks around the house trying to recall anything about the house, why was it sold to newly rich, it's history and what would be best way let loose a beast inside without it being seen from the outside.
Stealth; Thievery ;Streetwise; (1d20+9=13, 1d20+3=7, 1d20+5=22)
Stealth retry if allowed: Stealth (1d20+9=24)
johnmeier1
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