Erik's advanced knowledge of Geography and his moderate skills at wilderness survival let him piece together things he's heard about the Emerald Isles, giving him a good idea of where to go. The Temple of the Moon is apparently built into and under a large hill north of town. The entrance is a large stone circle built into the side of the hill with a very small river running out of it and into the large pond on the northern outskirts of the villiage.
Congratulations. You just barely scraped by the check to get a rough map of the island.
Please note that each of those squares represent a block of houses. There are perhaps 50 people living on the island in total.
A sunrod wouldn't work. The fog is extremely thick. The rain is also coming down pretty heavily. Visibility is maybe 20 feet.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
After a while in thought, Erik hastily found some meare shelter, to scribble a quick map down of the island. "Um...this, right here?" He pointed to an X on the map. "This is the temple."
Following Erik's crude map and his basic survival skills, the group is able to make their way roughly in the direction of the Temple of the Moon. The rain soaks the ground on the grassy hills while small gulleys fill with the freezing water and run off into the sea. The fog, instead of being washed away, seems to just get worse. Why anybody would want to live on this miserable little island remains a mystery. Perhaps they named it the Emerald Isle to trick people into settling here...
After almost an hour of miserable, soggy walking along the side of a very large hill, the group spots something glowing on the ground in the distance. As they get closer, they see this most blessed of things more clearly: A fire. A large canopy has been erected over the fire, and several ingenious little curved chimneys in the canopy allow it to sit about ten feet over the fire without the smoke billowing everywhere. It looks extremely odd, but it seems to be working, because the three men sitting around the fire certainly look happier than the four poor adventurers who have been slogging through the mud for the past hour. Their boisterous tones and dry clothes are mockingly cheerful.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"I...I...think.... maybe... we should try the friendly approach?" Cale says as much as asks as he sees the group, the fire after all would be nice since he had no other change of clothes.
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I bet you a shelling that either the dame or the skald suggests we charge into glorious combat
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One of the men's head turns toward the group. As he looks up, the group can see that he's an elf. The other two men spot the elf looking and also look.
Now that all of them are looking forward, all their races are visible. One is an elf, one a dwarf, and one a human; all men. The human waves at the group and waves his hand palm up at the fire. Obviously he's inviting the group to come sit with them.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The dwarf might be grinning. Hard to tell in all the rain and with the beard and all. "Better than you, from the looks of it. Want to warm up a bit? There's plenty of room."
The elf whispers something into the dwarf's ear. The dwarf gives the elf an indignant look, then roars "You don't turn away people from your fire, you anti-social bastard! Haven't you ever heard of hospitality?!"
The elf hisses something back, and they begin throwing insults back and forth in Dwarven and Elvish.
The human nods, but otherwise seems to ignore his bickering friends. "You're welcome to join us, if you want to get out of that rain."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Disell's face spreads into a wide smile and she skitters her way quickly over to the fire to join the group under the tarp.
"Thank you very much," She says, giving small curtsies to the dwarf, and then the human. She pauses and stares at the elf for a moment before deciding to do the same for him. "What brings such a group to the wilderness in the middle of a storm?"
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I'll bet you wish you had a non-unglued/unhinged card that shared your first name.
Still alive. Just been a bit under the weather. Also, I'll be out of town until... actually I don't know. Either tomorrow or saturday.
As for the sense motive checks: Sorry, but you can't just go dropping sense motive every time you meet someone to instantly figure them out. You've got to interact with them, or sense motive will start to be a crutch against actual role playing and trying to figure out motives by actions instead of rolls. If you want to get more specific with your rolls while having a conversation with the NPCs then obviously that's fine, like you did with Malwick to discern his motives in offering the deal. But until you have spotted a potential motive to be sensed, motives will be senseless.
The human and dwarf smile and nod at Disell. The elf's eyebrow raises as Disell hesitates, but he says nothing. They're all dressed in basic warm cloaks, but nearby a collection of armor and items marks them as adventurers. Each of them has a weapon sitting on the ground close to them.
The dwarf leans over and says "Contestants in this little scavenger hunt that's going on. Decided that we'd best set up a camp out here instead of staying at the inn." The dwarf nods toward the human. "His idea. Thought that everyone'd know what we're doing if we stayed in sight. Out here, nobody can keep track of us. According to him, makes it easier to win. What'd you call it, Airre?"
The human smiles a little. "Fog of war."
The elf glances over at the human, then looks pointedly outside the shelter. He sends a humorless smile at Disell, and says dryly, "Because if there's one thing this miserable little island needs, it's more fog."
The dwarf rolls his eyes. "Don't mind him. He's an unpleasant bastard even on sunny days. So. Same question to you. What brings you out here?"
"It's obvious what brings them out here," the elf says condescendingly to the dwarf. "You can't possibly be that stupid."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Erik looked over the crew. "But...ah...if you didn't want anyone knowing what you were doing, why did you wave us over...um...just curious..." He said uneasily.
The dwarf grins. "Have you looked in a mirror? No offense, but you all look like hell. Soaked, muddy, exhausted, freezing. It'd be funny if it wasn't so sad. We've got shelter and a warm fire. You looked like you needed it. We're not bastards."
The human stifles a chuckle as he looks at the elf.
The dwarf roars with laughter. "Well, not all of us are bastards at least."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The dwarf smiles. "No problem. We don't have any food to spare, unfortunately. We've been here for a few days already. We're gonna make a run to town tomorrow for more stuff. If we haven't won already."
The elf narrows his eyes. "You never answered our question. Even though the answer is obvious."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Actually i know how you handle checks Caex, sorry i wasnt clear, my rolls weren't for anything obvious but rather motives like mood, body language stuff like that, while it wont give me a frip on the NPC i was thinking from the standpoint of assessing the danger, or lack thereof, of approaching them.
Yes I know they are likely able to kill me in one roll, but Cale doesnt
Cale fidgets a bit while trying to figure what is or isnt safe to say "I...I... well..." he fidgets some more as he tries to dry his sodding miserable clothes "...ummm....yes..." whatever it was he was planning to say goes unsaid as he tries to understand this group better before actually saying anything.
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Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Actually, in a straight fight it'd be more or less even. I'd even give the edge to you guys if it came down to it. But let's not get into murdering each other just yet.
As for the results of your rolls: The dwarf seems calm and relaxed, even jovial. The elf is obviously suspicious of the group, and isn't in a very good mood. The human is the only one Cale can't get a read on. He's giving away nothing with his body language.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Please note that each of those squares represent a block of houses. There are perhaps 50 people living on the island in total.
A sunrod wouldn't work. The fog is extremely thick. The rain is also coming down pretty heavily. Visibility is maybe 20 feet.
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"W-w-w-we may want to either hurry there, or hurry to find the other things" he says after a moment of thought
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After almost an hour of miserable, soggy walking along the side of a very large hill, the group spots something glowing on the ground in the distance. As they get closer, they see this most blessed of things more clearly: A fire. A large canopy has been erected over the fire, and several ingenious little curved chimneys in the canopy allow it to sit about ten feet over the fire without the smoke billowing everywhere. It looks extremely odd, but it seems to be working, because the three men sitting around the fire certainly look happier than the four poor adventurers who have been slogging through the mud for the past hour. Their boisterous tones and dry clothes are mockingly cheerful.
They don't appear to have seen the group yet.
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Now that all of them are looking forward, all their races are visible. One is an elf, one a dwarf, and one a human; all men. The human waves at the group and waves his hand palm up at the fire. Obviously he's inviting the group to come sit with them.
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The elf whispers something into the dwarf's ear. The dwarf gives the elf an indignant look, then roars "You don't turn away people from your fire, you anti-social bastard! Haven't you ever heard of hospitality?!"
The elf hisses something back, and they begin throwing insults back and forth in Dwarven and Elvish.
The human nods, but otherwise seems to ignore his bickering friends. "You're welcome to join us, if you want to get out of that rain."
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"Thank you very much," She says, giving small curtsies to the dwarf, and then the human. She pauses and stares at the elf for a moment before deciding to do the same for him. "What brings such a group to the wilderness in the middle of a storm?"
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Sense Motive on Dwarf:
Sense Motive on Human:
Each to see what i can gather from their attitudes, also Cale understands Elvish, Dwarven and Orc in case its important
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As for the sense motive checks: Sorry, but you can't just go dropping sense motive every time you meet someone to instantly figure them out. You've got to interact with them, or sense motive will start to be a crutch against actual role playing and trying to figure out motives by actions instead of rolls. If you want to get more specific with your rolls while having a conversation with the NPCs then obviously that's fine, like you did with Malwick to discern his motives in offering the deal. But until you have spotted a potential motive to be sensed, motives will be senseless.
The dwarf leans over and says "Contestants in this little scavenger hunt that's going on. Decided that we'd best set up a camp out here instead of staying at the inn." The dwarf nods toward the human. "His idea. Thought that everyone'd know what we're doing if we stayed in sight. Out here, nobody can keep track of us. According to him, makes it easier to win. What'd you call it, Airre?"
The human smiles a little. "Fog of war."
The elf glances over at the human, then looks pointedly outside the shelter. He sends a humorless smile at Disell, and says dryly, "Because if there's one thing this miserable little island needs, it's more fog."
The dwarf rolls his eyes. "Don't mind him. He's an unpleasant bastard even on sunny days. So. Same question to you. What brings you out here?"
"It's obvious what brings them out here," the elf says condescendingly to the dwarf. "You can't possibly be that stupid."
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The human stifles a chuckle as he looks at the elf.
The dwarf roars with laughter. "Well, not all of us are bastards at least."
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The elf narrows his eyes. "You never answered our question. Even though the answer is obvious."
"Oh shut up," the dwarf comments offhandedly.
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Yes I know they are likely able to kill me in one roll, but Cale doesnt
Cale fidgets a bit while trying to figure what is or isnt safe to say "I...I... well..." he fidgets some more as he tries to dry his sodding miserable clothes "...ummm....yes..." whatever it was he was planning to say goes unsaid as he tries to understand this group better before actually saying anything.
As for the results of your rolls: The dwarf seems calm and relaxed, even jovial. The elf is obviously suspicious of the group, and isn't in a very good mood. The human is the only one Cale can't get a read on. He's giving away nothing with his body language.
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