[Game Thread] Mission Log 01: Crashing the Party

[Fragmaster01]

The house is boring, and made out of wood. It's one story with a loft, and has a lovely porch with rocking chair out front. A large labrador is sleeping on the porch, with its tongue sticking out idly.

Claw: The farmhouse is not intimidated by your declaration. This is almost as bad as that gazebo 2 months ago.

[Caput]

Aw. I don't wanna eat a dog. They're cute so you don't try and get all fluff in your mouth. I learned that. Lets try and not wake it up." Khalla gives the hound a wide berth and takes a look at the other side of the house.

[Kshnik]

Jaspers shrinks down to small size once the group sees the home. At this point Jasper slows down as he determines his path to the house, trying to stay in the shadows whenever possible while moving as quietly as he can. Jaspers nods his head in agreement with Khalla as he is also not interested in eating at this time.

OOC: Let me know when you needs rolls.

[Fragmaster01]

Khalla: The other side of the house is boring. There's a backdoor, and some rhubarbs growing. There is a firepit here, but whatever cow was cooked here has long been devoured. Perhaps you can reclaim it from the farmers when you nom them.

Some flannel shirts hang from a clothesline. They look very tacky, and one still has a mild grease stain, despite the supposed attempts to clean it.

[Caput]

Ooh, I wonder if you can cook people without killing them? I am so going to try that some time. Struggling not to drool on the ground, Khalla opens the door as quietly as she can while her rebel stomach grumbles. Quiet, you.

[Kshnik]

Jasper moves around the outside of the house, staying away from the hound, wondering if this was the place where the Paladin slept.

[Cuross]

Claw sneaks in after her, much like you would see when people are mocking those who sneak. His tongue is lolled out at the side and spittle drips occasionally from it. The bucket on his head seems to be having an easy time staying, but if buckets could, you would hear it humming a show tune to keep itself occupied from atop the mad dragonthing.

[Fragmaster01]

Khalla, Claw: Ooh, it's a kitchen! With horrifying yellow paint, to hide the fact that the wood is impressively worn and knotted. There's a kitten sleeping on the table; you get the impression it shouldn't be there by the rules of the house, but cares little for such authority. It's busy wrapped around a salt jar, looking positively adorable.

Back of House	You just came from here. It's boring.
Kitchen	You're here now. It's about 10x10, with a cat-table in the middle. A pantry sits under the stairs to your right, it's closed at the moment.
Entryway	A small space past the kitchen, with what looks like doors to the left(ajar) and right(closed), as well as a staircase heading back up your direction to the loft.
Doorway	A thing to your right. Closed at the moment.

Bucket: *hums the Mission Impossible theme*

[Caput]

Khalla quietly shushes the sleeping kitten from across the room, in case it gets ideas. Then she opens the door on her right.

[Fragmaster01]

Khalla: Ooh, it's a bedroom! There's a little human tyke in here, clutching a wooden sword like a teddy-lizard of sorts. He's adorable, and yummy looking.

[Caput]

Khalla quietly closes the door. She mouths "Nothin in there." and wiggles into the entryway.

[Kshnik]

Jasper still roams outside in front of the house acting as a guard in-case anyone or anything else approaches. As he moves around, quite bored he keeps looking at the front door thinking and hopeful that once he starts hearing noise he may need to move in quickly to help.

[Cuross]

Claw sneaks up the stairs, once at the top, he makes a pose, ready to strike out at anyone he sees.

[Fragmaster01]

Khalla: There's not much new here, save for a stray pea lying on the ground near the front door.

Jasper: The dog sneezes in his sleep. You weren't aware they could do that.

Claw: Stealth check plz.

[Cuross]

 

Dice stealth check:

1d20+7

(17)+7

Total = 24