[Game Thread] General game thread

[Calan]

Caldrogo reaches into the large bag grabbing at his weapons. "The only reason someone would call my weapons shite is because they are too senseless and weak to truly know how to use them.." the large warrior sneers.
Caldrogo pulls out his mail, longbow (and arrows), and a trident, securing them on his person. Then, with a slight grin, Caldrogo reaches in and pulls out a gleaming razor-edged Masterworks Greatsword.
"That is all for me. Are you all prepared now to set out on this journey? I for one am ready to leave this place. The sooner we do this, the sooner we possibly get the rest of our belongings back."

[GOOCHpube]

Variel looks at the address one last time and picks up his gear. Knowledge: Local check

Dice Roll:

1d20+6

(17)+6

Total = 23

[Mors]

After making final adjustments to his gear Zong walks over and picks up the bit of parchment Lord Vandermark's lackey so kindly threw to the ground. "It's probably a good idea for one of us to keep this handy." He tucks it into a pocket and turns to the others. "I'm off to the library." Zong starts for the doors leading out to the city.

[Calan]

Perception check (is anyone around us to ask directions?)

Dice Perception check:

1d20+2

(5)+2

Total = 7

[Calan]

Caldrogo agrees with Zong. "I'm with you my friend" he sneers. "Let us get this show on the road. "

[Mors]

While stepping out from what could've been the last place he ever saw Zong looks around for a citizen that might direct him and the crew of misfits toward their destination.

[GOOCHpube]

Variel finds the closest set of stairs leading up and heads up them.

[Icarus434]

The group (except Zong) sees Variel rush down a long hallway to the left and up the stairs at the end. Zong asks the people outside of the Great Hall and is generally unsuccessful as no one wants to associate with pardoneers. Down the street to the left you see a tavern called Ironside as attested by the swinging wooden sign above the entrance. Down the street to the right is the Guards station and a bit further is the Blacksmith The Golden Lance.

What is your next move?

[Mors]

Not surprised by the (oh so) hospitable townspeople, Zong starts for the guard's station. He looks over his shoulder to see if the others have left yet while saying aloud, "Noan". His appearance changes to that of an elderly traveler in poor health. Surely they won't turn away an ill seemin' elderly fella.Under his breath he quickly practices a weary voice.

[Calan]

Caldrogo looks around and decides to follow the direction that Variel rushed off in, unsure of why he left in such a quiet hurry.

[Mors]

 

If you are reading this right now then POST DAMN IT! Why are you still reading this? Seriously? Roll a Perception check or something! It's obvious that Post is not a class skill for you! Don't fret! I can and will assist your Post check! *Rolls* Yes! I got a 20 for my assist to your Post! Nothing to stop you now! There's no way you can fail this Post check, so post like it's the soul purpose that you have hands with fingers!

Coughing, limping, and sniffling, Zong hurries up to the stand.

"G'day young man. Could you help me find," Zong pauses a moment to make it seem as though the thought is fleeting, "the Library o' Commons? I've never been there m'self."