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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 10:18 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 10:50 am
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Alzzak rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 4:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 8:32 pm
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Justiciar Orv Rustbeard
Rustbeard would take the letter and peer at it. "Yep, yep, that sure is my name there," he would say. He doesn't look at it very closely and hands it back.
His two guards suddenly point at the approaching Warforged. "Uh, sir...?" says the woman. "There's a... metal... uh... person?" They cough as the cloud of dust swirls around them, and they back up.
Rustbeard stares at Guards the Door, then blinks after a minute. "You people just keep getting weirder..." he mutters. "All right, all right, let's head back to my office. We can talk this over in a jiff and then you can get on with your business. In fact--"
The sudden sound of scared voices would reach the group now, as people in Bahl's way scatter in fear. A family of halflings hides in some bushes, and a human man turns pale and darts into a building. The peaceful calm of morning in the village is broken, and the farmers are fleeing. A steely look comes into Rustbeard's eye as he spies Bahl, and he suddenly pushes past Rhaun, Cymbre and Guards the Door to intercept him. His guards follow him, watching their leader for the signal to fight.
"Hey now! Stop right there! Don't start any trouble, now; we have the Sapphire Stand here! Not to mention me and my friends." He would plant himself in front of Bahl, his face suddenly very serious. His two guards would flank him, watching tensely, but none of them has drawn a weapon yet. "State your business," Rustbeard would say, "as well as why it involves frightening my compatriots."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 9:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 8:43 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 1:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 2:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 2:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 2:48 pm
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SCN_ Grey_fox Rhaun would rush to put himself between Rustbeard's crew and Bahl-gro. "Like it or not, Sir. Although I disagree with his entrance he is a member of my team. And you have my promise if he truly wished these people harm the other members of my team, my self included, would deal with him, harshly." He tried to talk down the tension. (Bahl-gro 7foot 2inches Guards-a-door 6foot 6inches Cymbre Not sure Rhaun 5foot 7inches I don't think diminutive is the proper adjective to describe the goblin.)
((Since you're trying to convince everyone to calm down, I rolled you a Diplomacy check in the dice rolling thread. Your result was 18.
Rustbeard and his guards take a deep breath and seem to calm down.))
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PupSage rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 2:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 8:00 pm
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Justiciar Orv Rustbeard
Rustbeard would narrow his eyes at the bugbear, but he clearly saw the ring. That, combined with Rhaun's words, made Rustbeard take a breath and step back. "I'm counting on you, human," Rustbeard would say sternly, then he turns on his heel and gestures for everyone to follow him. "Come on, come on, it's just up this way. I'm sure you've lots to do, so lets make this quick."
His guards would follow along with him, sneaking glances at Bahl as they went along. They have distrustful looks on their faces, but they don't say anything. After a short distance, Rustbeard dismisses them. "Go and check on Mr. What's-his-name, you know, that rock farmer. He's in need of some muscle I think. If I need you, I'll send Deo." They mutter affirmations and take their leave.
Rustbeard would lead the party only a few blocks away to a tiny building that looked as if it had once held farm equipment. He shoves open the door and a shower of dust comes down. The inside is small and cramped, packed full of shelves groaning under the weight of books, boxes, and papers. Two desks are inside the room--at one is seated a tiefling man who is looking out the window, and at the other a human who is writing. The tiefling looks up as the party enters, but the human does not. Neither says anything.
Rustbeard goes to a door across the room, and opens it. It leads to a tiny office, mostly bare, into which he squeezes. "Come on in," he says to the group, "I only have one chair and that's for me, but there should be enough room for everyone to stand." He looks everyone up and down. "Tall people in the back."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 10:05 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 3:27 pm
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