Eberron: The Secrets of War Group A IC

[Mantid]

Checks:

Spoiler

Show

Spot - (1d20+8)[26]
Listen - (1d20+10)[29]

[Hlaine Larkin]

Arturo

Suddenly snapping into consciousness at the sudden heaving off of his back by Mortimus, Arturo is a little taken aback by the hostility of the barmaid.

"Ah, put away yer coins aweh m' Drow friend. I'm th' one hoo tarnished 'er window, an' I'll be th' one tuh pay fer it." he manages to spit out, tossing a handful of coins at the woman, probably about nine gold's worth all together.

"An' keep th' change, wench." He finishes, drunkenly turning towards the door.

Spoiler

Show

Spot Check - (1d20-1)[6]
Listen Check - (1d20-1)[1]

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

Zalivane puts his silver back into a belt pouch. Judging by the size, he doesn't make many big purchases; he appears to have a lot of silver and copper, instead.

"Problem solved."

Spoiler

Show

Please, if you actually hear or see something... tell us! We can't metagame having heard or seen stuff, since we really can't know what it was!

[Hlaine Larkin]

Arturo

"Damn right 's solved. Sum people can't take eh simple pint glass through th' windah wivout gettin' in a tiff..." he says, still trying to focus on standing upright unaided. So far, it's not going so well.

[Darkantra]

"Hmph, that's more'n fair."

The barmaid quickly scoops up the gold before anyone can correct the amount and storms off to the bar again. Everyone, except for Arturo since his head is still spinning, hears a collective groan from the patrons who evidently were hoping for a show.

[Hlaine Larkin]

Arturo

On the way out of the bar, Arturo, as loudly as he can manage without actually yelling, says to his comrades, "She's lucky I'm in nah mood fer a fight, 'er she'd be payin' me through th' teeth just tuh leave 'er alone."

Obviously this man is very much still intoxicated.

[Mantid]

Garome

Garome goes back to examining his drink, using it to hide his mouth as he speaks in elven:

(For those who speak elven)

Spoiler

Show

"Seems we have some unwanted attention. Any reason someone may be after you, deel oor*?"

*(I want to throw some "halfling" words in when Garome speaks. Going to use some dutch words to represent it. In this case "Part Ear" for half-elf)

[Hlaine Larkin]

Arturo

In slurry, sloppy Halfling, Arturo says to Garome, "Kom, zullen wij meer buitenkant spreken.", though to those unfamiliar with Halfling, there is no obvious slurring.

Spoiler

Show

"Come, we'll talk more outside"

Although I think I called Garome a bowl.

[Mantid]

Garome

His hand down to his seat and to the dagger tucked into his boot, the small druid replies in the halfling tongue:

Spoiler

Show

"Oh? Is it you they are after? Tsk. If they are going to bother us, I'd rather confront them now on our terms then let them strike us at their own choosing."

[Hyozo]

Gabe

Gabe is rather surprised that they are using halfling language as a code, but quickly decides to go along with it. trying to hide his anxiety, and speaking mostly to Garome in an attempt to make it seem less unusual, he quietly says "Ik hoorde een stem, vermeldden zij het wachten tot wij weggingen. Ik hoorde de zelfde stem vroeger, één het menselijke spreken met nog eens twee wie een beetje teveel aandacht besteedden."

Spoiler

Show

"I heard a voice, they mentioned something about waiting until we left. I heard the same voice earlier, one human speaking with another two who were paying a bit too much attention to us."

[Deathslayer7]

Frowning as the others speak some language he doesn't understand. Mortimus looks around for any unwelcome eavesdroppers.

Speaking to them.

If we are to check out your apartment, then let us be quick about it. I don't want to stand watch over Arturo too long.

With a dignified grace, he turns around and continues eyeing the crowd, as he goes to Arturo to make sure no more stunts happened.

[Madmal]

Fierna

I agree Professor, we better hurry.... Drunkyards call too much attention by themselves already...

[Darkantra]

"Err right, whatever you think is best. Let's make our way back to the carriage."

Aelton begins to follow Fierna and Mortimus out of the bar.

Spoiler

Show

At this point he's willing to follow the patry's lead, be it with confronting those thugs or just making your way to the carriage, you decide

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

After a few fruitless attempts at joining in the conversation by spouting Saughin and using Drow Sign Language, he nods towards the door.

"I do not like the direction that this is headed."

"It takes less effort to react than to sniff out the source of a few shady characters. Look around yourself! Where do you think we are? Were you not expecting shady types?"

"I will take the initiative and head to the carriage. If I miss something, so be it; it will not matter in the long run."

Zalivane steps out the door, pushing it aside with a stiff arm. He places his fingers in an o-shaped position and whistles through them.

"Pex! Come! Follow!"

Handle Animal check to get my little scorpion buddeh to follow me:

[roll]d20+5[/d20]

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane realizes he used the wrong call to summon his scorpion companion, and attempts a second time. Instead, he places his index and thumb finger in his mouth and whistles, producing a different tone.

(d20+5)[18]

[Darkantra]

As Zalivane sends out his whistle call a shadowy blot descends from a broken window on the adjacent building. To everyone immediately outside of the Manky Goblin sees the blot resolves into a chittering scorpion as big as a mastiff that clacks it's mandible in excitement at Zalivanes call.

Aelton gawks at it for a moment before grinning.

"Fantastic, a Xen Drik scorpion. I'd love to inspect it but if you want to trailblaze the way to the carriage I left the driver two blocks north and another block east."

Pex siddles around the beggars clumped outside the tavern and hisses at Zalivane.

Spoiler

Show

Alright, Pex will follow you, but will not do anything else until you make another handle animal check.

[Mantid]

Garome

"Prachtig," mumbles the halfling with a shake of his head. Louder, "Any reason you left it so far away?"

Garmone scans the streets for any more unwanted company. If he was going to be the prey for the thugs following them, he might as well try to know how many there were.

Spoiler

Show

Spot - (1d20+8)[9] - A natural 1? What did the forums think this was? A Sense Motive check?

((Garome would have left Ranashee in Little Plains rather than drag her all over Sharn, particularity when Garome knew he would be indoors))

[Hlaine Larkin]

Arturo

At the sight of the large scorpion, Arturo loses his mind, let's out a childish yelp, and jumps back a step. Drawing his rapier, he yells at the horror in a mix of languages slurred together with alcohol. Quickly realizing the thing is in cohorts with the Drow, he relaxes, addressing any jokes with, "Well when that thing turns on us, you'll want me to be so quick to draw!"

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

"Let us hurry."

Turning to Arturo, he slowly says, "He follows me around. Do not fear him. If he turns on anyone, it will most likely be me. Such is life."

Zalivane begins walking ahead of the group, beginning to head two blocks north.
He does spend time to peer up towards the higher towers when he has a good view, and stare down at the lower wards when such vistas are available.

Other than that, he makes no suspicious movements and walks casually.

[Hyozo]

Gabe

Whatever conflict arises, Gab would rather not face it alone, and he does want this job. Therefore, despite thinking that the crouds of the bar could offer hom protection and a possible escape route, he follows the rest of the group out into the streets. Even so, he is still insecure about the possibility of a conflict, and constantly looks behind him to see if they're being followed.

Spoiler

Show

spot - (1d20+9)[28]
listen - (1d20+11)[12]
And look, there's another one.

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

"Just to confirm, your name is... Gabe, yes?"

"How are you, Gabe? That's nice. That is very nice to hear."

"...you seem very jittery. Is something wrong? You are acting... paranoid.

[Hyozo]

Gabe

"Paranoid? Is that the elves' word for careful? Someone wants us dead, I don't want to die, I think a bit of care makes sense in that scenario. At least I won't be taken by surprise when they do jump us."

[Deathslayer7]

Mortimus has Arturo under one arm, and continues to help drag/carry him along. Not that they would get far even with him sober he thought. The man drank like a machine, but his liver was quite weak.

Mortimus smiles inspite of himself. He can't help but laughing how much in common they have. Keeping silent, he continues to watch the alleys, but doubts anyone would be so brave as to attack such a large group.

He casually listens to the pair's conversation in front of him. Hearing bits and pieces, and not really paying attention.

Spoiler

Show

(1d20+4)[18]

[Darkantra]

As Gabe and Zalivane walk ahead of the group with Pex the halfling chances to look back and see the three men exit the tavern and quite obviously begin to follow the party at a distance of about a block (80 feet).

There are a few people on the street at this time, but most duck into taverns along the way and ignore your group. Gabe, Zalivane and Pex are about a half block away from the turn to take them east and the rest of the group is just steps behind them. The area is rife with alleys and you all have to step carefully to avoid the slippery patches of much in the streets.

Spot and Listen from everyone except Gabe.

[Mantid]

Garome

The halfling walks near the back of the group with one hand on the spear strapped to his back and his eyes and ears trained on the shadows and alleys.

Spoiler

Show

Spot - (1d20+8)[17]
Listen - (1d20+10)[13]

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

Zalivane scratches himself.

[spoiler]
[roll0] Spot
[roll1] Listen

[Hlaine Larkin]

Arturo

With a burp and a hiccup, Arturo stirs from his half-sleep, and begins to walk on his own two feet. Still intoxicated, but moderately functional.

Spoiler

Show

Spot - (1d20-1)[18]
Listen - (1d20-1)[16]

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

Zalivane's ears do not prick up.
Nor do his eyes.

He makes no additional motion whatsoever, save a quick gaze upwards and to the left, staring at the bottom-class people of Sharn.

(d20+1)[17] Spot
[rolld20+5[/roll] Listen

"Where are you from, again, Arturo?"

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

Zalivane... uh... he noticeably pricks up his ears to listen for Arturo's answer.

[roll0] Listen... (?)

[Phantom.exe]

Zalivane

...Almost as if he heard something off in the distance, the Drow tries once more to listen, as if furtively listening for the absence of sound.


(d20+5)[24]