Whirtlestaff's Wizards' Academy Reprise, IC03

The devious wizards successfully arrange to obstruct the flu of the cave beneath the hill, and arrange themselves invisibly, clustered around Xavier, before the opening. One minute passes. No one exits. Two minutes pass. From deep within the cave, you har a faint cursing: "Confounded Impotent Dragon Balls! Those blasted little bas***** have stopped up my fu***** smokehole again!"

So far, the utterer of these gentle words has not appeared. Wait more?
 

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The language spoken was common, and the voice sounded male, kinda, but it was quite high pitched. Mike enters the three-and-a-half foot high cave (passageway, and almost flies right into an angry halfling. "What the? Shoo! Bloody bird! Get away from here!"
 

Kerlan smacks his palm against his forehead. "Donkey Dung! This is the wrong place. There are no Orcs here. Let's get up there and fix the chimney. Quick." Kerlan heads up to the chimney with Xavier, (and the others if they wish) in order to fix the chimney while staying invisible. He doesn't want the man to know of their mistake. He puts the canvas in his Haversack and it disappears. They all head down to a spot not visible from the entrance, end the invisibility, and then approach the cave as if nothing had happened.
 
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OOC: My bad, Kerlan, I should have made this more clear, but it is a male halfling. His voice is high-pitched because he's so little, that's all. Carry on.
 

Manny

Manny pitches in as he is able in both the covering of the chimney and the removal of said cover.

[sblock=OOC]Still here - been a little quiet lately so I thought I'd chime in![/sblock]
 

Francheska Walova (Evoker)

Speaking softly, "If we are to act innocent, perhaps I'm not the one to speak up.... but I will anyway." Raising her voice, Francheska announces loudly, "Hey! Look! This looks like an entrance to a dwelling! Who do you suppose is brave and powerful enough to live out here in Orc country?"
 

The Halfling takes his eyes off of Mike and looks toward where Francheska's voice originated. He sees no one there and begins looking all around, side-to-side, trying to find who's talking. "Who's that? Who's there? Show yourself you filthy, craven coward! Let me see ye, and I, Delvo, will roast your hide and pickle your live sure!" The 'harmless little halfling' has quite the dastardly gleam in his widdle eyes.

It's not nice to surreptitiously edit a post like that and not give your sweet DM even a clue, Kerlan! :(
 
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