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Rico's Perception check
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Even as you whisper urgently at the others, your nose twitches as you catch the scent of rotting meat on the wind. Your eyes wander towards the cornfield, right towards where the stalks - tall enough to prevent even you from seeing over them - seem to be moving oddly. You're willing to bet your constable badge that there's another of those nasty ogrekin buggers squatting and biding his tme right there in the corn - only he hasn't made a move yet...


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Sense Motive Hograth: (1d20+1)[21]
Perception Hograth: (1d20+10)[20]
Sense Motive Jeppo: (1d20+1)[17]
Sense Motive Sugar: (1d20+1)[5]

Stealth Crowfood: (1d20+11)[17]
Sense Motive Crowfood: (1d20+1)[12]


Setsuna's scream comes out far more shrill than she'd intended it to, piercing the heavy silence of the decrepit clearing. Those of you nearest to the tiefling involuntarily shudder as her cry reaches your ears. Perhaps it is the ring of genuine fear at the edge of her voice. Perhaps it is how the crudely stitched on thread eyes of the dangling fetish gaze sightlessly at the back of your necks. With that scream, you've announced your presence to the cannibalistic denizens of the awful farmhouse before you - but would they take the bait?

Setsuna does not have to wait for long. Within seconds, the mouldering double door of the barn bang wide open, revealing an apish ogrekin with stunted legs who is barely taller than Red, cradling a wickedly jagged hook in one oversized paw and a dirty bottle in the other. Like his kin, he too is blubbery and clad in little more than a worn loincloth. For several long seconds, he stares stupidly at the tiefling, swaying on the spot, mouth foolishly gaping in obvious surprise and a muscle in his brutish neck twitching. Finally, he flashes a yellow cavity-filled grin before turning back to bawl into the barn.

"Hah! I toldsjer! Das a hooman gyal! An' she's wantin' 'ar help, she des-"

"Sharrup, wunt." A fist the size of a boulder smashes against the short ogrekin's jaw, causing him to yelp in pain. Another face materialises at the door - this time a good seven feet off the ground and with the jaw of its bald head dented in - glowering suspiciously at Setsuna. Scowling, its owner shoves his way through the door and stalks over towards the tiefling, dragging his own own massive hook, its curved blade rusted and stained with dark blood. This ogrekin, unlike the other, is rangy rather than fat, a string of what looks a lot like severed noses bouncing off the hide shirt covering his broad chest with each stride. He shows no fear as he approaches Setsuna, the extra vestigial arm at his elbow jiggling comedically even as his bloodshot eyes narrow. Without turning his head, he shouts at the shorter ogrekin who has left the shelter of the barn and trails behind him.

"Idjet! Shees godda shord. An' das blud onna." Jabbing his hook in Setsuna's direction, the taller ogrekin snarls bear-like, grunting and wrinkling his stubby nose. "Hoo you? Whasshoo doin' he'?"

Next to Brin, Vale nudges Rico and jerks his head meaningfully towards the two ogrekin in the clearing, mouthing the words - that's the guards.

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Red

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Stealth check: (1d20+30)[43] (+20 with Invisibility while moving)
Perception check: (1d20+12)[15]


Red barely has time to object to the plan before Naya thrusts the cape at her and takes her hand and, well, makes her hand and the rest of her vanish from sight as it were. So much for just scouting. Finding and springing prisoners was going to be a lot harder. On the other hand, if Vale said they were just in that ratty building over there, then perhaps this wouldn't be so hard.

Hooking the cape around her shoulders where she hoped it wouldn't get in the way, Red leaves the shelter of the dirt path and slinks towards the barn as fast as she dares. What was it that Chanda had always said... heels down first, roll your feet? Nearly stumbling as the first bigfolk slams open the door, she keeps to the hard trodden patches on the ground, well away from dead foliage and nodding cornstalks that might snag on the cape. It wasn't a pleasant thought - leaving the others to deal with those two bigfolk, but there was only so long before Naya's spell would run out and now wasn't the time for huddling and being afraid. Besides, the bigfolk had left the door of the barn open...

Darting through the doors as the smaller of the bigfolk leaves, Red stifles a squeak of alarm as she nearly runs into yet a third bigfolk who hovers by the doors. Towering a good three feet over her, this ogrekin looks nearly human, his skin moon-pale and his overlarge milky-white eyes staring worriedly out the door after his kin. He fidgets uneasily with the wicked hook in his hand, picking at a sore on his belly with his other hand and fortunately, seemingly unaware of her presence.

The barn reeks of animal piss and damp clothes. Behind the pale ogrekin, Red can see several mounds of moulding hay, packed in untidy bales around what looks like a large moonshine still with several half-empty bottles scattered around it. Two catwalks rise up along the walls, leading to doors near the ceiling, with another double door on ground level that has been boarded over with thick timbers.

At the pale ogrekin's waist, a ring of tarnished copper keys jangles as he scratches his sore with vigour.

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