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Fan of history and fantasy. Wish I could write decent sci-fi. DM of my family's D&D group.
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Yes, I can post now too - I think Delta, Claw2k11 and I are around mostly. Point taken about splitting the party. They should come back together after this scene!
Tam winked at his friend. "Let's do it! I'll be on my best behaviour!"
They had arrived at the steps of a large townhouse, and Tam stepped in front of the three of them to knock smartly at the door.
"Hello? We're here to pay a call on Lord Hyde. My companions here are noble and highly respected military folk, perhaps you have heard of the Lady Kismet?" He had no idea whether anyone would have heard of Kismet before, but hoped that the Lord's pride might induce him to pretend that he had. Blue's natural shyness, he hoped, would seem like high-bred modesty.
"And of course you must know of the honourable Saxan Corrhul. We are passing through the town but received word that the Lord's son had been kidnapped, and our consciences could not rest until we righted this wrong." He knocked at the door again.
"Hello?"
@Caitimus @Claw2k11 @Delta44
They had arrived at the steps of a large townhouse, and Tam stepped in front of the three of them to knock smartly at the door.
"Hello? We're here to pay a call on Lord Hyde. My companions here are noble and highly respected military folk, perhaps you have heard of the Lady Kismet?" He had no idea whether anyone would have heard of Kismet before, but hoped that the Lord's pride might induce him to pretend that he had. Blue's natural shyness, he hoped, would seem like high-bred modesty.
"And of course you must know of the honourable Saxan Corrhul. We are passing through the town but received word that the Lord's son had been kidnapped, and our consciences could not rest until we righted this wrong." He knocked at the door again.
"Hello?"
@Caitimus @Claw2k11 @Delta44
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As others have said, our characters do seem to be pretty keen on splitting up. I think that (as Cait seems happy) we should go for it, but give them a meet up point/time so there's a reason for them to come back together.
With that in mind, I've made an executive decision in my post just to move us along. If people are not happy about this please, please tell me and I'll edit it to get everyone's assent. :)
As others have said, our characters do seem to be pretty keen on splitting up. I think that (as Cait seems happy) we should go for it, but give them a meet up point/time so there's a reason for them to come back together.
With that in mind, I've made an executive decision in my post just to move us along. If people are not happy about this please, please tell me and I'll edit it to get everyone's assent. :)
"Well, I guess if you don't want to lie, Kismet..." Tam said grudgingly. His own interpretation of 'honouring' the god of Truth mostly involved just knowing what the truth was, whether or not you spoke it. But nevertheless he had to respect this hard path of honesty she seemed to be walking.
"... it seems like Durwith has the right idea." He paused. "About splitting up," he added firmly, pleased at the description of himself as 'roguishly charming', but rather resenting the dwarf's implication that he had the attention span of a gnat. He wasn't too perturbed by the insinuations of either Durwith or Saxan. The half-elf had a gift of fortuitous deafness any time something was mentioned that he didn't want to hear.
"Saxan, Kismet and I will speak to the nobles, you two can speak to the guard. It's near noon now. Let's meet in the tavern at the second bell of the afternoon. Come on Saxan!" He grabbed at his friend's sleeve, heedless that this might not fit with Saxan's gravitas, and near dragged the heavy dragonborn away.
As the three of them wended their way towards the smarter districts of the town*, he considered what exactly they should say to the noble families. "Should we tell them that we think that Sheila didn't write all of that note? Oh! And whose parents should we go and see first?"
"... it seems like Durwith has the right idea." He paused. "About splitting up," he added firmly, pleased at the description of himself as 'roguishly charming', but rather resenting the dwarf's implication that he had the attention span of a gnat. He wasn't too perturbed by the insinuations of either Durwith or Saxan. The half-elf had a gift of fortuitous deafness any time something was mentioned that he didn't want to hear.
"Saxan, Kismet and I will speak to the nobles, you two can speak to the guard. It's near noon now. Let's meet in the tavern at the second bell of the afternoon. Come on Saxan!" He grabbed at his friend's sleeve, heedless that this might not fit with Saxan's gravitas, and near dragged the heavy dragonborn away.
As the three of them wended their way towards the smarter districts of the town*, he considered what exactly they should say to the noble families. "Should we tell them that we think that Sheila didn't write all of that note? Oh! And whose parents should we go and see first?"
I'm not sure how much I'll be on this weekend, but if whoever posts next is happy to take the party to either the guard post, or the tavern, or split to both, please assume that Tam'll just follow along!
For my part I'm happy for the next poster to just make an executive decision and take us there.
For my part I'm happy for the next poster to just make an executive decision and take us there.
"It might be a good idea not to show all our cards to the 'authorities'," Tam admitted, "but I still think there's a lot that Saxan and Kismet can find out from the captain even without telling him all that we know." He fixed the pair with a searching look. Saxan had, in Tam's mind, a very unfortunate predilection towards honesty, and from the way Kismet clutched her holy amulet he figured that she might be even worse. "There's certainly more to this than an elopement -" he described briefly the results of his investigation of the note "- but who knows why these nobles are keeping it under wraps."
"Meanwhile," he continued brightly, gesturing south "the rest of us can visit the tavern. There's bound to be people of ah... 'varying walks of life' there who might know something. We could meet back in an hour. That is, if we don't mind splitting this little party?"
"Meanwhile," he continued brightly, gesturing south "the rest of us can visit the tavern. There's bound to be people of ah... 'varying walks of life' there who might know something. We could meet back in an hour. That is, if we don't mind splitting this little party?"
@rush99999 I have actually added the 'proficiency bonus' again, so hoping it'll automatically update!
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