TURTLEDOME!: Battle Bone (DM: KenHood, Judge: Lord S.)

[Atanatotatos]

ooc: I don't believe a word of this. Don't ask me why. Unfortunately, I rolled a miserable 2 on an insight check, so Hadarai is utterly fooled by what is probably a wererat
Please tell me that someone has a decent insight.

Hadarai looked intently at the woman, then glanced at the crazy old man, and concluded that the one to be listened to was certainly the first.
He almost stomped his foot out of disappointment for the wast of time. He controlled himself, turned towards his companions, and said: Apparently we're wasting our time here. Seems you can't just trust rumors. and glanced briefly, but meaningfully, at Marco.

 

[KenHood]

Marco waves his hands in bewilderment. His mouth moves, but nothing comes out. A blush creeps over his features.

"RATS!"

"If you look with your eyes, you never find them."

 

[fireinthedust]

Regardless, my lady, I fear we have already been asked to check through his home. In my many, many years of adventuring (and reading comic books) I've come across creatures that only the insane could actually see. That is, unless one such as myself could use their mage sight to glimpse the true nature of such beasts AND DESTROY THEM UTTERLY BY SENDING THEIR FOUL SOULS BACK INTO THE AB-YSSSSSS! Don't worry, we'll only be a moment.
Vaunea, would you please open that door and start smelling for rats?

Emral says this, hoping that the Minotaur will just barge on in and start going to work. Emral would go up himself, but after being kicked in the nuts he's not going to take chances. He stays close to Vaunea, ready to smite any attackers with magical might, should they jump her.

 

[weldon]

Finnian, still seething from watching his head used in football match, unclenches his jaw momentarily, "I have no blessed idea what is going on. Look, are there rats or aren't there? If not, then let's get some work in before the arena." Finnian grimaces, "I'll show them who's head is gonna roll."

Insight Check (1d20+4=9)

 

[KenHood]

[sblock=Insight Check Result]She probably likes tacos.[/sblock]
"What?! No! Stop!," Annie darts in front of the door, guarding it, now, "This is a nice neighborhood! Things like this don't happen here!"

"Uhm...," stammers Marco, "Ah..."

"RATS!"

"No!" Annie shouts at you, then at the invalid, Mr. Swillwort, "No! No rats! None! Help! Constables! Murder! Fire! Help!"

Marco faints.

"They scratch in code, revealing unspeakable things."

Annie's starting to cry. "Go away! Help! Murder!"

 

[mohalloran]

[sblock='Insight']1d20+2=13[/sblock]

Vaunea listens to Annie, attempting to determine if she honestly believes that there are no rats in the house. Looking back at Hadarai, Vaunea asks "She want us no go there. Go anyway? Maybe rats pets." Still holding her axe and shield out looking ready for battle, it seems as though Vaunea is awaiting a response from Hadarai before making any moves.

 

[Atanatotatos]

Hadarai takes notice of the exagerated reaction of the woman. He glances at Vaunea, stops to think for a split second, then unsheates his sword again and points it at the maid, calmly. Be quiet. We want no trouble. he says, with cold eyes.
Re-equipping his shield, he pats Vaunea on a hairy shoulder, saying: Let's go in. I want to see what's in there. And wake up Marco. he says, turning briefly to face the others: We want to have someone who can explain the situation should guards be attracted by the ruckus.

 

[Reklaw]

Drivan shakes his head, driving away the dazed look that had come over his face. He quirks an eyebrow in Annie’s direction, watching her actions with a detached interest. His attention is pulled away by the tea that is still seeping through the stones which he begins to watch for a moment before pulling his attention back to the distraught housekeeper.

“Ma’am, if I may be so rude as to interrupt, I have a suggestion for you. I am sure that you keep this house spotless and in perfect shape but still these rumors continue that this abode is infested by a horde of invisible demonic rats. If you would allow us to simply enter and search the house using magical skills that would be unavailable to an exterminator I’m sure that we could help lay these rumors to rest. Then, people would see the house again as it was when your mother was forced to leave by her illness. Then these nasty rumors that you can’t keep a clean house would be stopped.”

[sblock=Insight Roll]I too love Taco’s! 1d20+6 -> [4,6]=10[/sblock]
[sblock=Diplomacy roll]Apparently Hadari and I are both charmers of the poor housekeeper… 1d20+6 -> [20,6]=26[/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

[sblock=Vaunea's Insight Roll]She doesn't believe the house is rat-free. She knows the house is rat-free, and she's mystified that a bunch of well-armed thugs want to break in and look for rats.[/sblock]

[sblock=Drivan's Insight Roll]She strikes you as someone who knows what it's like to have loved and lost.[/sblock]

"She want us no go there. Go anyway? Maybe rats pets."

"There aren't any rats, you horrible thugs! What is wrong with you people?! Help!"

Hadarai...unsheates his sword again and points it at the maid, calmly. Be quiet. We want no trouble. he says, with cold eyes.

Annie's eyes bug out. She stifles a whimper.

“Ma’am, if I may be so rude as to interrupt, I have a suggestion for you...”

Annie shivers in terror. Tears run down her cheeks. She shakes her head. She's not saying a word.

"D-d-d-det..."

"De-detect...m-m-ma..."

"RATS!"

"Spelled backwards, it's star."

 

[KenHood]

An arrow thunks into the side of the eves of the house, above Hadarai's head.

You whirl and see a little human boy, standing next to an elderly man armed with a bow. "High and to the left, grandpa!"

"Gotcher!" says the toothless man, drawing an arrow from his quiver with his palsied hands. He squints. "Get away from them, you!"

The bow creaks almost as much as the grandfather's joints...