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Post by pastels on Mar 20, 2019 12:52:38 GMT
Astra sighed when she received the magical message. Time was of the essence. She tugged on the strings of her backpack, as she began to keep a steady pace towards the punctured hills. As she passed the broken barrier, the elf thought back on her theories. One must always review the facts before engaging. It would be highly embarrassing for one with her worldly experience to forget that one adage.
As she neared Citrine and a mysterious figure ahead, Astra glanced at the closest hole she could spot. Pity none of her spells cast light—that trinket Mitja pilfered would no doubt be clinking off the passage walls now, if one did. For now, she focused on gauging its depth and size—what could fit inside, how deep did it go—while maintaining her measured stride towards their quarry.
(Should I roll Perception or Investigation for hole assessment?)
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Post by enchilada on Mar 20, 2019 14:13:24 GMT
(Your choice!)
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Post by Citrine on Mar 20, 2019 14:14:01 GMT
Insight check - will edit the rest of the post in after XD48BXui1d20+5
Landing behind the man in the straw hat, she could see already the others coming up the hill, so she felt safe enough to land, Citrine perched behind him and tried to get a glance at what he was doing. But from her vantage point? She didn't see much. "Hullo there Lad." She whistled jovially, a cocked head expression on her face as she tried to get a sense of what he was doing out here. "Whatcha be doin' out 'ere? Teh dead are out walkin Aye'll bet - better tae stay safe inside."
If he turned around to look, he'd see Citrine posed almost like a gargoyle, wings slightly open and spread out, legs bent as she perched on the higher part of the hill, and her hands resting on her knees. A pleasant expression was on her face, but there was a hint of something else there, like when a cat corners a mouse in intends on letting go, just so they can chase it again.1d20+5
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Post by pastels on Mar 20, 2019 14:18:02 GMT
(I think I might go with Investigation, it seems like an... investigate-y thing to do, checking holes to see how deep they are.)
Investigation: zSux|hET1d20+4
(.... Astra is a horrendous hole-checker lmao)1d20+4
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Post by enchilada on Mar 20, 2019 14:30:37 GMT
The man simply turned his head, eyes full of an emotion, perhaps anger, or even longing, that didn’t register on his face. His skin was a greyish, pale colour, punctuated by a horrible red rash, all over, no skin spared. He didn’t stop digging, although his thin arms barely managed to move a few handfuls of soil at a time. His expression was completely blank. He tensed up seeing Citrine at first, feet shuffling in a start for her, but he didn’t take a further step, shaking his head.
The hole was big enough for lots of dirt to have been moved. Enough for a person to stand up in and not poke their head out of. Wide enough to lie down in.
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Post by 3personal5me on Mar 20, 2019 18:37:50 GMT
Stephen shook his head as he left the Tomb, stopping to wipe his dagger clean on the grass. Corpse juice reeked. Having received the magical message, he started to make his way up the hill. As he began to pass the many holes in the ground, he saw Astra and made his way towards her. "A grave, if I had to guess, " He said as he approached. He peered into the pit, hoping to confirm his suspicions.
(Stephen wants to make an Investigation check on the hole as well, and will probably move on afterwords assuming nothing inside requires immediate attention)
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Post by enchilada on Mar 20, 2019 21:56:13 GMT
It seems it could have potentially been a mass burial ground, however the bodies have been removed.
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Post by Malakbel on Mar 21, 2019 13:33:24 GMT
After concluding from his search that the place had nothing left to value left so sack, cursing the heathens that had stolen them from the temple, if only for being faster then him, he headed out again. For a moment there Malakbel thought he was seeing Citrine pole dancing on the top of it, for pure fun, but that must have been because the sun was glaring in his eyes and he didn't see it properly. Surely she was just spinning around the pole, harmlessly.
"I'll be right behind you, walking. You know, with my two legs"
He pointed out and began walking after her as well, the temple was clear, and there was a man standing on top of the hill that could be suspicious under the best of circumstances. It was quite a thing to have the advantage of heights with Citrine around. He waited around for the rest of the gang to put something up and place the questions on the totally-not-suspicious man of the hill. Particularly Stephen who seemed to be able to make a living out of it. Eventually the Yuan-ti would begin to question the man himself, though his methods he preferred to leave as a last resort. Mostly because they were awful, as his social skills were.
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Post by pastels on Mar 21, 2019 14:28:23 GMT
Absolutely nothing of interest.
“I suppose so. Mayhaps your eyes could find something mine cannot,” the elf told Stephen with a shrug, although she sounded doubtful. With that Astra continued her march after that cursory glance into the hole, and in no time she reached Citrine. When her eyes took in the ragged features of the mysterious individual, the warlock slowed her steps—she folded her notes and tucked the square into her robes, then pulled on her knapsack and produced a large, heavy-looking tome. The light of day was yet strong enough to hide most of its eldritch features—were it not, the tiny, misshapen orbs lining the dark leather spine, each glowing with a cold white-blue light, would catch the eye. There was no hiding the barnacles and cracked coral twisting the corners, though.
“… Hmm,” was Astra’s reaction to the sight in front of her. The tome remained tucked against her chest as her eyes bored onto the man’s welt-stricken skin with a detached, almost clinical interest. Staying at the rear of the group afforded her with ample space for her spells and ruminations. “This seems to be the most advanced stage of the plague.”
She took a deep breath and glanced around again. “Who are you? And where’s the undead?”
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Post by enchilada on Mar 21, 2019 15:26:04 GMT
He seemed to simply stare blankly, absolutely unblinking. At most, he swayed slightly in his boots, before returning to his digging. “What’s undead?” He muttered out, almost lost on the wind, a very slight breeze picking up his dirty blond hair under his hat. It was hard to tell if he didn’t understand the term undead, or if he was curious as to what had turned undead. Either way, he was very invested in the digging, more than anything.
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Post by Citrine on Mar 23, 2019 2:38:14 GMT
Citrine looked up towards the group, shrugging at the strange answer he seemed to give. "Plague makes teh most sense - Nae idea what's up with 'im otherwise. Just ... been diggin' teh whole time ye've taken tae walk up 'ere." She cocked his head towards the shallow hole he was digging. "Meebe if we take 'is shovel? Might prompt him tae do something other than dig."
The smell of wax floated off her wings as her mage hand picked up a rock from the unturned earth nearby, threw it up into the air a few times to heft it's weight. Without much more preamble the firebird threw it into the dirt the man was digging, right near the spade of the shovel, just to see what would happen.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 23, 2019 3:45:52 GMT
Make a strength contest. OKnOz8tQ1d20+1 1d20+1
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Post by Citrine on Mar 23, 2019 18:25:43 GMT
Strength from Citrine:
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Post by enchilada on Mar 26, 2019 12:20:23 GMT
The shovel flew from his grip, and he almost went with it trying to hold on. His hands were sweaty and clammy, and had a particularly loose grip. Either he wasn’t anticipating to have to actually hold onto the thing, or he was shocked into loosening his grasp. Regardless, the shovel was on the ground now, and he seemed pretty mad about it. Like really upset, you could even lean towards angry, fuming, potentially livid.
His gaze on Citrine hardened, and instead of picking up the shovel, problem solved, he half ran, half stumbled towards her, letting out an ear piercing shriek, followed by a horribly low groan.
Can we all roll initiative?
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Post by Citrine on Mar 26, 2019 16:23:27 GMT
Citrine wasn't known for her strength. In fact, generally she reveled in her less than impressive bull power to make other people carry her stuff for her. But a century plus of living on the seas, handling coils of rope, managing sails, the ship in a storm? When she needed to be she could pack a heft. Her mage hand though? She used that every day, every hour, several times a minute. The phoenix literally had a third hand and used it as if it was a constant third appendage.
So when she aimed incorrectly and hit the shovel instead of the dirt the shovel was clattered right out of his hands. He looked at her. She looked at him. He rose to tear towards her. She flattened her feathers in an 'opps I didn't mean to break that - my b' sort of embarrassment. She exclaimed a sort of resigned, 'how do I get myself into these sorts of messes' sort of swore prayer to the deities of her trade.
"..... oh By teh Sea...."
Init: (lvl 4 as of the start of this adventure) nzLaDnDL1d20+31d20+3
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