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

[Lord Sessadore]

[sblock=On Marco's Theft]Ata left out an important detail, and Ken only alluded to it, so here it is:

Palindrome was the thief. I doubt Ken would like it if you hunted his character down (If you could - as Ken said, Pal falsified evidence related to the theft.)

Just so we're all on the same page, haha.[/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

[sblock=Shame on you, Lord S!]That is a completely unfounded statement, unsupported by any physical evidence. As any forensic magic will reveal, it was a demon that stole the quill. It might be fun to send the party into the elemental abyss.[/sblock]

 

[weldon]

"Certainly, Funyon, I'd be more than happy to do so," he chuckles and gives Finnian's hand a pat.

Uhhh, it's Finn-i-an.

[sblock=rebuild]I would appreciate any comments on the potential melee build for Finnian in the other thread.[/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

Marco returns and waves for the party to follow. "Come! Come! My family is eager to meet you."

He leads the party up the stairs to a foyer with a cabinet for shoes. "My wife is very sensitive about the cleanliness of our home, so please, leave your shoes here. I'd offer house slippers, but I'm afraid we don't normally have guests your size."

He ushers you into living room. His wife is a homely halfling of middle years. She wears an apron and has a harried look. "Oh, dear! You are big fellows. I'm going to need to make more food."

"Uhm... This is my wife, Talula."

She gives you a suspicious look. "So you're supposed to be the ones who'll help my husband's business? And how exactly will do that, murder the competition?"

 

[Reklaw]

"Actually Ma'am, we... uhm... Well we're going to be fighting in an uhm.. a competition and your husband.... Mal... Maf.. *ahem* Marco, is going to be our sponsor."

The normally well spoken wizard stutters over his word and finishes with a mouthed sorry to Marco.

Diplomacy (1d20+6=7)

 

[KenHood]

"Oh, dear gods!" she says, rolling her eyes, "It's not like we had to waste a pile of gold replacing that glass case, nor that we've lost a ton of trade. No. My husband decides to dump another load of coin on a bunch of hoboes with swords. The least they could do is work security for this place."

"B-but dear," says Marco, "I've already told you that advertising is a good investment. There will be a lot of people at TUR-..."

"Don't you say it! Don't you say that horrible word! It's worse than a carnival. Just another way to bilk honest people out of hard-earned money. And to give it to MONSTERS, too! Where is your head, Marco?!"

[sblock=So...]That's one failure on the Skill Challenge, 'Convince Marco's Wife This Is a Good Idea'. [/sblock]

 

[Reklaw]

[sblock=Oops]Do we get any form of retries? Like with the first skill challenge?[/sblock]

 

[mohalloran]

Entering the shop, Vaunea realizes to herself that this shop was probably not made for minotaurs to enter. Doing a little acrobatic dance to avoid knocking over all of Marco's merchandise, Vaunea slowly squeezes through the shop.

When Marco asks the group to head up the stairs, Vaunea waits for the rest of the party to begin ascending, knowing that her large frame would take some doing to get through. Vaunea squeezes her way to the top of the stairs just in time to hear Marco's wife talk about monsters. Finally reaching the last step, Vaunea shouts "Monsters? Where monsters? We kill for you." And Vaunea draws her axe.

Vaunea then points to Marco's head and says "And head there!"

 

[KenHood]

Marco's wife screams. She rushes to hide behind Marco. "Oh gods! What is that?! It's going to kill us and the children! We've got to get out of here."

Marco looks angry. Very angry. "Put. Away. The. Axe."

"This is my home, and I'll not have you storming around like it's a war zone."

 

[mohalloran]

Vaunea sheathes the axe.

"Sorry. She say monsters. Vaunea fight monster. Keep little man safe."

[sblock=OOC]See, made her forget all about the money spent. [/sblock]