[Game Thread] Dirty Hands

[thewattinator]

I have the wrong poison, said Astrid, sniffing the vial of drow poison. Unless I'm killing these guys? Also, there is a pair of alleyways on either side of the building. Unless you know a back way around this place, that's probably your best way in. The nervous horses were making her uneasy, but she said nothing, running her calming litany over and over in her mind.

[aivanther]

Darian simply shrugs and says, "Do what you need to, and I'll try to do my part as well."

[Gaijin]

When Astrid finishes mixing the sleep inducing concoction Anselm throws has arm around her waist and lets his face relax to a more inebriated state. Smiling slightly, he nods to Darian and says to Astrid, "I'll follow your que."

[thewattinator]

Flinching slightly at the unexpected contact, Astrid forced herself to relax. Okay, let's do this. After all, nothing like a few drinks with a couple of suspicious strangers. Taking a deep breath, she put her arm around Anselm's shoulders and propelled them out into view of the guards. She threw a calculated sway into her stride, forcing the two of them to take a meandering route that was sure to attract attention. Doing her best drunken laugh, she waved the flask about with her free hand, before careening the two of them towards the curb in front of the men. Catching her boot on the ledge, she took a calculated, clumsy fall, though that didn't make smacking her hip on the pavement any less painful. She laughed again, slowly lolling her head up and looking at the first sucker man with a sultry look. Hey there big fella, she slurred. Y'know, I thinks I might uve had tooo much to drunk.

OOC--

Dice Bluff:

d20+7

(8)+7

Total = 15

Bluff, if necessary

[Gaijin]

Anselm, being led around by Astrid, joined in with her drunken laughing. Occasionally he would make a half-hearted grab for the flask, but feigned distraction every time Astrid altered course to remain standing. As they approached he made a point of

Dice Spot, Listen:

d20+5	(7)+5			Total = 12
d20+5	(13)+5			Total = 18

reevaluating the situation as they careened toward the edge of the curb. At the abrupt stop at the curb he let go of Astrid to keep himself from falling, ending up bent over with his hands on his knees. He let a sudden snorting laugh slip out as though he had tried to refrain, "Hah! You fell over!" he said, stating the obvious. He made no attempt to help her back to her feet, just stared at her with a grin like the whole situation was more hilarious than it probably would have been if they had been "sober".

OOC:

Dice Bluff:

d20+12

(8)+12

Total = 20

Bluff

[Cancer]

The pair of guards stand at near attention around a small wooden door. Two frames of glass adorn the sides of the town house, set to a background of plain off-white stucco. Above it, on the second floor was wooden panelling and another window. Dim light filtered through the ancient looking panes.

The guard closest to the couple was a tall man, about six feet tall. He had a stern look about his face and his eyes did not beg the aspect of intelligence. His hair was greasy and his skin dry. Around him was leather armor, with braids of black cloth streaking across his torso in the form a helix. "Too much to drink, aye?" The guard mumbles out, his voice low and as slow as molasses, "Maybe, you need to turn tucker and run you two, something amiss tonight. The town left. Something about a plague. You don't want to get it do yah?" The man tried to put on his best show.

"Yah, a plague. Tis why no one else is in this region." The other chimed in, the voice thin and raspy. He was of a smaller build, and his face looked like it's seen more action than a priest's ruler. His eyes were a dull grey and his hair fell onto his face like strands of spaghetti. He was dressed in a similar manner to the other, "They say it's a bout of Ghoul Fever, ain't that right Joey?"

"Hehehe...yeah, Ghoul Fever." The other chortles, "The thing that bears importance though is that you two need to leave now. We've got ah case in here that needs tenden to."

"Yeah, move along"

The guards seem to buy into the drunk act, but don't take you two seriously.

OOC Everyone within earshot of the guards, make a sense motive check.

[Gaijin]

 

Dice sense motive:

d20+4

(11)+4

Total = 15

sense motive

[aivanther]

ooc: I'm assuming I'm out of earshot and watching from afar.

[thewattinator]

Astrid grinned up at the two guards, letting her smile become sloppy and somewhat goofy. Nuh-uh. Ghoul Fever can't touch us. Weee've got a secret potion. She thrust the flask up in the guard's face with a wobbly hand. See? It's magikal. Magecul. Magic!

Dice Roll:

d20+1

(18)+1

Total = 19

Sense Motive

[Cancer]

"No magical potion can save you lass." The slow one grumbles, "Ples, move along now. We can't have you standing here making a ruckus." The other nods his head in a agreement.

"Aye, step away and get home safe. Don't want the ghouls to get cha. I couldn't wish that on anyone." He shifts his eyes and looks into the darkness, he shivers suddenly, "Such a wretched disease."

It becomes obvious that the two seem to be hiding something about the disease outbreak.

OOC @ aivanther : You can still describe actions.

[Gaijin]

It seemed pretty clear that the guards weren't going to be tempted by strangers with booze and women tonight, so a new plan had to be found. Slowly helping Astrid to her feet he subtly took the flask from her hand and set it on the ground beside them. As he lifted her he also squeezed her hand sharply and tugged on it in the direction of the empty alleyway off to the side to let her know that they might have another way in.

Stalling for time, but making slow but obvious progress of getting ready to leave he tried to press them for more information, "I used to work with a few travelling healers, what kind of condition is the patient in? How long have they been sick? What kind of symptoms are they experiencing? Do they have someone treating him now? I don't have my tools with me, but I could look them over and see if I can be of use." He maintained a slightly intoxicated appearance, but let his hands steady and is voice become more firm to reflect a sense of I don't know if Diplomacy is needed here, so I'll add it just in case. The sense motive is for whatever lies they respond with.

Dice bluff:

d20+14

(10)+14

Total = 24

Dice Diplomacy:

d20+12

(15)+12

Total = 27

Dice Sense Motive:

d20+4

(1)+4

Total = 5

competence despite having "consumed" alcohol. He hoped that the sudden barrage of questions would either cause the men to fumble their words and let slip a piece of useful information, or let them inside. Failing that he intended to take Astric off toward the alleyway to see if they could get a back way in.

[aivanther]

Darian attempts to move closer, while still remaining hide

Dice Roll:

1d20+5

(5)+5

Total = 10

out of sight and out of move silent

Dice Roll:

1d20+5

(6)+5

Total = 11

ear shot.

[Cancer]

"Oy, who's your buddy over thar. He seems to be slooping about like some sort of withersnapping fashion I don't quite like it." The guard looked sour, but not angry, I'm quite serious now, the outbreaks been happening more and more. Donn believe what dem fellers in the nice armor tellz yah. I see it with my two eyes." The guard motions with his fingers to his eyes, Please, I'm askin yer to just stay away from this area." The other nods his head.

As you two bank into the alley, the guard sighs, "I can be accountable for foolishness."

The alley is dark, but wavering light of the torches in the front splash in on occasion, briefly illuminating the stone walls and street.

[Gaijin]

Whispering quietly in case there was a chance they'd be over heard, "Keep an eye out for a door or open window. There has to be another way in." Anselm moved carefully along the alleyway

Dice Spot, Search:

d20+5	(18)+5			Total = 23
d20+3	(16)+3			Total = 19

looking for any means of access.

[aivanther]

Seeing he has been spotted, Darian stands upright and makes his way directly to the men. He looks around to make sure his two companions are not visible then says quietly though portraying being

Dice bluff:

1d20+5

(11)+5

Total = 16

upset, "Thanks for breaking my bloody cover! I'd been following those two for an hour without being seen and now you f***ing point me out to them?! Thanks for ruining my day's work! Hope you choke on an apple core."