Chapter 1: Attack!

[Duderlybob]

Gamagori blinks a few times at Sven, "Bandits attacked, it's the middle of the night, people have been robbed, I'm tired, and you're joking." Gamagori is not amused. Before the situation can really get awkward however, the interruption by Eggplants saves the moment. "A few, is there any form of jail or something we can take them to?"

[Lina Inverse]

"Oh, just leave 'em for the town guards, I'm sure they'll get here soon," the old man says flippantly. "What's important here is getting my stuff back! Look, any of you, I don't care who you are," he says as he glances at everyone in the vicinity, "but please, those bandits stole something very valuable to me."

[Duderlybob]

Gamagori sour mood gets no better at the flippant reply of Eggplants, waiting for the man to finish, Gamagori answers coldly in return. "I've already told you, submit an itemized list to the inn, and you have not submitted yourself to processing, have you?" Glaring, the giant begins gathering the three unconscious bandits and tucking them under his arm. Once gathered, he approaches Eggplants. "Lead me to the town's jail."

[Nevrend]

An idea strikes Sven. These underlings wouldn't have much of anything worth taking. Their boss on the other hand...But first to slip away from this grumpy behemoth.
"Well, it would appear that I must now bid you good night. I have an associate I must go speak with and it wouldn't do to be late. Fare well."
With a slight bow, Sven departs back towards his room at the in to plot and prepare.
It shouldn't be to hard to convince those fools to tell me were their hideout is. If I can get to their lair, I should be able to locate their leader's stash.
After a quick change back into his commoner disguise, Sven sets out towards the town jail.

I'm not going to be on for the next week, so this is my last post till Friday.

[nevets70]

From around his corner, the Grippli is frozen is awe. Not only does he see a gigantic fellow at the end of the street, but he sees what this colossus is holding. Clutched in the giant's hand is a weapon that seems to gleam in splendor, sparkle in magnificence, and.. well it just looks extremely fancy! "Surely a weapon such as that must be no ordinary beating stick, I must have it! ..Eh Unaghi must have it!" thinks the Grippli. Having just heard a conversation of priceless valuables and after laying eyes on the gold weapon, the Grippli prepares himself to follow the giant and the eccentric old man to apparently the jail? Sure, for the loot, lets go to jail!

The Grippli heads back down the alley, and mounts Mjesto once more. This time, he fully leads the dog and the cart into the alleyway, where he awaits for the odd bunch around the corner to make their leave.

[Lina Inverse]

Just to make things easier, I'm going to assume everyone is following along with wherever the main group or action seems to be going unless you specifically tell me otherwise. So for now, I'll assume everyone follows Eggplant Man except Sven and Scara who have posted that they are elsewhere.

The old man sighs. "Fine, if you insist. Follow me." Gamagori scoops up the three bandits under one arm. "It's just around this building here. Anyone else is welcome to come if you feel like helping me out."

He leads everyone to the not remotely splendid Town Hall. The door is locked, so he bangs on the door and yells, "HEY! We have brigands! Open up!" It takes awhile before a tired-looking middle-aged woman answers the door.

"By the gods, what is it?" she asks.

"Brigands." The old man points at the knocked-out saps under Gamagori's arm.

"What? We haven't had a bandit raid in years! Where's Charles, I thought he was on duty tonight." The old man shrugs. "Ugh. Oh well, bring them in." She opens the both doors to let the two rather large members of the group inside. She leads everyone downstairs to the town's "jail," which is really just three holding cells. She opens the doors and motions for Gamagori to put them in. "Well, it's a good thing these fine folks were here to take care of them," she says, referring to the group.

"Except there's a bunch more bandits and they stole tens of thousands of gold's worth of items from me!" the old man adds.

"Oh. Well um... If you make an itemized list with the number and approximate value of each item missing, then we can begin processing--"

"Yes, yes, I know! I'll get to that later! For now though, you folks, come back with me to my house."

[Duderlybob]

Gamagori tosses the bandits into the cell and gives the woman a nod. When the older man starts talking about how much was stolen and demanding he return with him to his house, Gamagori ponders, So he thinks the clink of coin will sway us to help him... Gamagori looks up. "Lead the way, sir."

[Lina Inverse]

Back at the old man's house, he offers everyone a seat in the foyer. While the house is a little worse for wear after the bandits rummaged through it, it's still quite nice.

Dice Does Gamagori break a chair?:

1d10

7

Dice Does Tyr break a chair?:

1d10

3

[Lina Inverse]

The chair creaks suspiciously under Tyr, but it seems to hold.

"Here's the deal," the old man says after brining everyone tea, "I was one an adventurer like yourselves, until I took an arrow to the spleen." He pulls up his shirt to reveal a bitchin' scar. "Over the years, I've amassed quite the collection of artifacts, but there are only a certain few that hold much personal value to me. I don't really want all of my treasures going to my good-for-nothing extended family when I die, but I certainly don't want all of my stuff going to bandits, either. If you bring me back the items I request, then I will give to each of you a magic item of your choice. What say you?"

[nevets70]

Still following the giant around, the Grippli is led to the old man's house, however he doesn't quite enter right away like the others. Instead, he does a quick look around for Unaghi. He sees her across the road, perched on a building; with a slight impatient tilt in her head. He shrugs at head, then darts towards the door that the other entered. He pokes his head in the door, and does a quick glance left and then right. Even though the monstrous figures are in the foyer, he pushes the door open just enough to squeeze in. Miraculously, no one hears or sees him shut the door because of the loud creaking that one of the chairs lets out. He slides to the back of the room where he can eye the glorious golden trophy.

Dice Stealth:

1d20+15

(13)+15

Total = 28

Crouching in his sly little corner, he unconsciously begins fiddling with the hilt of one of his weapons. Scheming, the little Grippli all but forgets about the figures in front of him until he hears something that quickly draws his attention forward. "...a magic item of your choice. What say you?" He hears the old man say. Suddenly gripping his weapon, he responds the only way he knows how..
"Yuirppp..!" He croaks, accidentally inflating his vocal sac.

[Duderlybob]

Gamagori looks over his shoulder at the little frog when the croak erupts from its throat. Briefly pondering how long its been there, Gamagori nods. "I agree with the frog-person! It will be my honor to bring these bandits to justice and reclaim your stolen possessions!"

[Lina Inverse]

Everyone stares in silence at the weird little frog dude in the corner before Gamagori heartily endorses it. The old man mutters "What is that? Where did it--?" before shaking his head and returning to business. "Well, it's nice to know some folks still care about justice in this land. The two things that I desperately want back from those fiends are a mug and a coat hanger."

The group stares incredulously.

"It's a magic mug and a magic coat hanger!" he clarifies. They've by far the most useful of the items stolen from me! The mug is a nice beer stein, embossed with 'ATLAS SORCERER'S GUILD 24TH ANUAL SUMMER BBQ COOKOUT.' It has a very nice frost charm on that than an old friend did that keeps beer at exactly the perfect temperature. I've tried other mugs before, but they just aren't as good. The hanger isn't much to look at; it's just carved wood, but it has a spell on there to keep anything from wrinkling AND getting eaten by moths all in one hanger. I think both charms in one hanger must be pretty hard or expensive to do, because I haven't found another one like it for sale in years. And that's about it. I don't really have much need for all those enchanted weapons and doodads anymore, but you adventurous young folks might get a kick out of 'em."

[Duderlybob]

Gamagori nods, I probably can't use them... could sell them though... don't say that out loud, it'd be impolite. I think... Offering the mayor a hand, Gamagori declares, "I will accept your proposal."

[Nevrend]

Sorry I couldn't post for a while.
Sven reaches the town hall just in time to see the old man with the party in pursuit.
Something about the determined stride of the old man catches Sven's attention.
Hmmm...I wonder were they're of to. I'll probably need to wait a while before those bandits can tell me anything any way.
With that Sven sets off to appease his curiosity.

Dice Perception to spot frog:

d20+11

(8)+11

Total = 19

After the party enters the house of the old man, Sven quietly Listens from the window.

Dice Stealth:

d20+11

(5)+11

Total = 16

The conversation is rather interesting, but its the words "I will give to each of you a magic item of your choice" that really catch his attention.
Ok, this is definitely better than what I could have gotten out of those bandits. Sven thinks to himself.
With a quick change of disguise,

Dice Disguise:

d20+20

(5)+20

Total = 25

A confident warrior waits for the party to leave the building.

[Duderlybob]

It's all good, welcome back!

As Gamagori exits the building he takes a brief look at the man standing outside. "Evening." Gamagori nods and keeps walking down the street.