Praise the almighty Gygax, for he gave sorcerers the bluff skill.
Seigmund feigned his best intimated look.
"T-there clear on the other side of town. In an inn called the... Adjective Noun. Yes, thats it, the Adjective Noun."
"Why a tennis ball? Because my mother beat me savagely with a sack of oranges, thats why."Seigmund had seconds. Mere seconds until his party members would come charging in to save the day and muck things up fantastically. Think quickly. Got it!
Seigmund assumed a drunken stumble and wandered lazily toward where his party members ought to be congregated, hiccuping and spewing slurred nonsense. He saw Pathor creeping along a dark hallway.
"Goodness, interesting the people you meet in seedy taverns *hic* That man just tried to sell me ten solid *hic* pounds of soap *hic* crazy sod, isn't he? *hic*"
He collapsed into a random bedroom, hoping they would believe he was simply talking to a random scary looking soap salesman and let him explain things in the morning.
"Why a tennis ball? Because my mother beat me savagely with a sack of oranges, thats why."Grantorn crept along after them, bastard sword in hand, his own evil cloak blending in with the darkness. there was the sound of a die being rolled. Suddenly, Granotrn shouted.
"YES! I JUST ROLLED A NATURAL TWENTY FOR MOVE SILENTLY, WHICH MEANS THAT EVEN THOUGH I'M SHOUTING THIS, HE DOESN'T NOTICE A THING!"
Seriously, he shouldn't...
edited 29th Apr '11 10:14:38 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve."That's my allies shouting! They must need my help!" shouted Mortimer. He dumped the girl he was trying to score, and ran out the door. "Walk Unseen", he said, before vanishing from sight. He crept up to where Grantorn shouted, only to see his allies ready for battle.
I am the lone wolf. I do not lead or follow."Dodge this, motherfucker!" shouted Mortimer, as he appeared out of thin air behind the villain's back, and blasted him with an Eldritch Blast. "That was quite the attack roll. The Rouge Sneak Attack ability, coupled with Initiative. I believe you should be bitching for mercy, you son of a bitch!"
edited 1st May '11 9:19:05 PM by DJMarred
I am the lone wolf. I do not lead or follow.

Ariana had grabbed her bow and arrow, and went back to alert the others in her room.