WD's "Base of Operations" ICC

[Walking Dad]

occ: Prepared to cast grease. What is the locking mechanism on the chest?

The chest is locked with a simple mechanic... lock.

Looking around the room, you all recognize four doors.
The one to the stairs. The one you just used. One to the next tower...
and one pointing at the courtyard.

 

[hornedturtle]

Feather will continue moving to the chest and then behind it, so that it is between her and the unknown people in the room. She repeats, "Who are you people?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Toruk hears the second question of the female, and answer, with a bloody hand on his chest "I'm Toruk, great warrior, these be Toruk friends. We save you from orcs little ones"

 

[hornedturtle]

"You look a lot like them yourself," replies Feather.

 

[Rhun]

"Please forgive my friend's lack of manners," says the halfling cheerfully. "We are most grateful for your timely rescue. I had heard one of those orcs talking about a recipe for pan-fried halfling in drawn butter. I'm happy they didn't get a chance to try it." He smiles and offers a low bow to the group. "My name is Rowan Aledown. I am a wizard, or a conjurer, to be more precise. My companion here is known as Feather. We are most please to make your acquaintance."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Rowan the conjurer is nice, Toruk likes him. Feather is ugly, Toruk not likes." the barbarian states

 

[hornedturtle]

"Well at least I don't look like something that would make its own mother cry," states Feather.

[sblock=readied action]occ:I'm readying the action to cast Hideous Laughter on the half-orc in case he tries anything.[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

"Feather!" scolds Rowan. "These fine folk rescued us from almost certain death. Please, show some courtesy." Rowan turns back to the others and shrugs. "Please forgive her. Our captivity has obviously made her a bit...cranky."

 

[Voda Vosa]

The half orc shrugs. "Toruk no mother"

 

[Walking Dad]

ooc: don't forget the chest!