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Post by monstermike on Mar 14, 2011 13:12:12 GMT -5
Meanwhile...
The two orc guards leave Seagal's quarters and walk downstairs to the south guardroom. "Seagal's orders. Two of you to join us as a search party for intruders in the fortress." There are some groans and growls, but two of the guards step forward.
"We're looking for a tall, skinny guy that was seen earlier in the fortress. We have to take him alive. Seagal wants to question him. We'll start on the ground level and work our way up, got it?"
The two volunteers nod and the four of them leave the guardroom. They search the portico, the antechamber, the kitchen and the north guardroom. Finding nothing, they walk out into the work area of the ground floor. Seeing nothing but the usual din and activity of the gold refining operation, they head up the stairs to the second level.
Game time 4/4 16:50
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Post by monstermike on Mar 14, 2011 13:14:28 GMT -5
Meanwhile...
Ozenda's senses begin to tingle. All her attention is focused on the door to her cell. She hears a soft click, as of someone gently trying the latch. She draws her sax, prepared for friend or foe and begins to advance to the doorway.
Game time 4/4 16:50
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Post by ProfGremlin on Mar 14, 2011 18:02:16 GMT -5
Bitsa carefully examines the latch and the keyhole in front of him. He runs both eye and fingers lightly over the the latch, keyhole, and even includes the door jam as far as he can reach and the floor in front and to either side of the door. He glances at his friends and returns his attention to his work, "Since Salazar is using this as a gaol it only makes sense there may be traps." Oh, right... No many folks look up... The thief takes a moment to examine the tunnel's ceiling before the doorway.
Once Bitsa has ascertained they way is safe he sets to work tickling the locks tumblers. The little hobb produces, from seeming nowhere, a set of picks and a tension bar. With the attitude and focus of a professional he inserts the pick into the keyhole and begins feeling his way amongst the tumblers.
[295] 11-03-14 17:58:19 CDT
Bitsa searches for traps
2d6 +23 => 1 + 6 + 23 = 30
[296] 11-03-14 17:58:48 CDT
Bitsa picks the lock
2d6 +25 => 5 + 4 + 25 = 34
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Post by monstermike on Mar 14, 2011 19:31:49 GMT -5
[Interstitial]
Finding no traps or devices on the door or overhead, Bitsa deftly undoes the lock. It's a common lock - trivial for an experienced housebreaker - and it yields to his efforts in moments. On the other side of the door, he hears a faint feminine gasp.
Carefully opening the door, Bitsa sees a plainly furnished chamber. A bed, desk, wash stand, and trunk are its only contents. Facing him is a lovely young woman - a human. She appears to be in her mid- to late 20's. Her hair is cut short and is dyed the color of a ripe eggplant. She is wearing silk pantaloons, a white blouse, and a leather vest. In her hand is a sax, but by her stance and the look of relief on her face she does not seem intent on making Bitsa cutlets with it.
She asks simply, "Do you have it?"
[Bookkeeping: Bitsa gains 18 AP DEX and 14 AP LUK for his roguery.]
Game time 4/4 16:50+
[Please welcome Werrrdna to the game as Ozenda!]
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Post by ProfGremlin on Mar 14, 2011 19:55:50 GMT -5
Bitsa executes a passable bow, "I'm Bitsa Cranniogobbotomy. I'm here to rescue you," The hobbs brow furrows for a moment as he straightens up, "Pray tell, lady, do I have what?" Quietly he slips his lock picks back out of sight.
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tenkar
1st Level Troll
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Post by tenkar on Mar 14, 2011 19:57:00 GMT -5
"Lad", Tenkar whispers, "Iffn you couldn't pop the lock, I'da done it." The Dwarf smiles as he points to his axe.
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tenkar
1st Level Troll
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Post by tenkar on Mar 14, 2011 20:00:17 GMT -5
"Eh, we gots lots of stuff lass. Which stuff is ya lookin' for n why?"
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Post by monstermike on Mar 15, 2011 13:38:38 GMT -5
[Interstitial]
Turning her head first to Bitsa, then to Tenkar, and finally glancing at Owynn standing behind them, Ozenda replies, "My soul. I've felt it coming closer all through the afternoon. It is here now. Salazar took it from me, using magics I cannot comprehend - even though I do have some small talent in the arts - and sealed it in a jar. Do you have it?"
Game time 4/4 16:50+
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Post by Werrrdna on Mar 15, 2011 16:23:14 GMT -5
OOC: OK folks, I'm ready to take it from here  |
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Post by monstermike on Mar 16, 2011 14:28:02 GMT -5
[GM comment: Let's carry on a little more within this turn. Bitsa was pretty quick with the lock, so there's more time to continue the conversation.]
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tenkar
1st Level Troll
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Post by tenkar on Mar 17, 2011 16:47:45 GMT -5
"Er, this jar ya speaks of? Were it filled wit fireflies n such? I thinks one a the humans found the likes. I'd clean it first tho, 'cause I knows where it been, an it weren't pretty."
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Post by ProfGremlin on Mar 17, 2011 17:05:51 GMT -5
Bitsa is more than a little unnerved when the woman holding a knife states Salazar has stolen her soul. By Autolycus! Her soul?! We're dealing with a mad sorcerer who can steal souls? Why wasn't this on the leaflet?! The little thief takes a moment to catch his breath and focus on the situation at hand. At Tenkar's query Bitsa looks at the woman, to see if this catches her attention. He wasn't sure he wanted to just hand over a flask of unknown substance to the first attractive female he meets. Then again, if it's hers...
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Post by Werrrdna on Mar 17, 2011 17:33:59 GMT -5
Ozenda's eyes widen when she sees the jar. She reaches out desperately at Tenkar: "I care not of the muck and grime; please, I must have my soul." Her voice ends in a hushed croak.
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Post by ProfGremlin on Mar 18, 2011 16:25:40 GMT -5
Seeing the lady's obvious interest hunger more like... Bitsa slips his pack off and sets it on the ground. The little hobb unbuckles the flap and pulls the mouth of the bag open. Rooting around inside, his hands soon come into contact with the heavy chest Herman had retrieved. Bitsa sets the chest on the floor next to his pack and opens it with care. From behind the lid he carefully extracts the flask from within. Holding it up, the silver mist within swirls gently and seems to be glowing a bit brighter than it had down in the gold mine. "Is this what you were looking for?" the thief asks, still wary of the knife the lady held in her hand.
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Post by Werrrdna on Mar 18, 2011 16:46:20 GMT -5
Ozenda lunges desperately towards the glowing vessel, taking it with eager force. She quickly opens the jar, observing the swirling mist that begins to gracefully meander upwards towards her face. Suddenly the whisp is rushes into her gaping mouth and nostrils. Her eyelids flicker rapidly and uncontrollably. Her chest expands and her hands reach towards the ceiling, fingers outstretched.
For Ozenda the sensation feels like an age, but in reality it lasted only seconds. The wizard falls to her knees, gasping for air. She slowly lifts her head and locks her gaze on Bitsa. A slither of a smile spreads across her face.
"So," she says, getting to her feet, "When do we kill Salazar?"
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