Post by K Man on Nov 18, 2014 17:06:05 GMT -5
[That is correct, to extrapolate: the lizard man is in a ruined 2-story structure away from the tower, the tower has the dead body on the staircase to the second floor. Hope that helps. I'll make some assumptions to move things along.]
[Those in the tower - Terric and ?]
You advance into the decaying structure, having satisfied yourself that the rusted open doors and floor nearby held no traps. The interior isn't that much more interesting; ruined bits of crates and furniture, all heavily rummaged and sundered. You find little of value and little more clues of what it might have been. Any writing you do find is in common, but archaic and in old tongues that few have heard and none speak. It looks like this might have been a garrison tower of sorts, perhaps? Judging from the heavy and stout equipment remains.
Never really taking your eye off the dead man, you finally advance to him. He is a warrior of this world, his leather straps new and his armor shiny - opposite to the grim detritus around. Even without touching him body, you can see his neck was sliced nearly clean through, torn flesh reaching both of his ears. The blood is dried into a slick drapery hanging down. In his right hand he still holds his sword....but strangely, it too has been cut in half. The tip lays just a few steps down, glittering in the dim light.
Without disturbing his form, that is all you can glean. The steps continue past him into the darkness above...
[Those going after the Lizard Man; everyone else, Richard is the only successful Stealth I see]
The Lizard man spins at you approach, you foot slipping on some loose rubble. It is a crude figure, a thin leather strap holding a thick dagger slung over his shoulder the only visible weapon....save for grimy claws that reach a few inches from his fingers and a mouth full of yellowed teeth. Like an upright crocodile, his eyes are dark pools that study you carefully in the darkness...gauging you as threat...or prey. He is lanky and bony, leathery green skin pulled taught over his gaunt frame. He keeps his hands steady, but off the hilt of his dagger in a semi non-threatening manner.
Much to your surprise, his pink split tongue flickers out of his mouth. "Sssso, a new calling bringsssss you here? You sssshould leave thisssss place.....now."
[Those in the tower - Terric and ?]
You advance into the decaying structure, having satisfied yourself that the rusted open doors and floor nearby held no traps. The interior isn't that much more interesting; ruined bits of crates and furniture, all heavily rummaged and sundered. You find little of value and little more clues of what it might have been. Any writing you do find is in common, but archaic and in old tongues that few have heard and none speak. It looks like this might have been a garrison tower of sorts, perhaps? Judging from the heavy and stout equipment remains.
Never really taking your eye off the dead man, you finally advance to him. He is a warrior of this world, his leather straps new and his armor shiny - opposite to the grim detritus around. Even without touching him body, you can see his neck was sliced nearly clean through, torn flesh reaching both of his ears. The blood is dried into a slick drapery hanging down. In his right hand he still holds his sword....but strangely, it too has been cut in half. The tip lays just a few steps down, glittering in the dim light.
Without disturbing his form, that is all you can glean. The steps continue past him into the darkness above...
[Those going after the Lizard Man; everyone else, Richard is the only successful Stealth I see]
The Lizard man spins at you approach, you foot slipping on some loose rubble. It is a crude figure, a thin leather strap holding a thick dagger slung over his shoulder the only visible weapon....save for grimy claws that reach a few inches from his fingers and a mouth full of yellowed teeth. Like an upright crocodile, his eyes are dark pools that study you carefully in the darkness...gauging you as threat...or prey. He is lanky and bony, leathery green skin pulled taught over his gaunt frame. He keeps his hands steady, but off the hilt of his dagger in a semi non-threatening manner.
Much to your surprise, his pink split tongue flickers out of his mouth. "Sssso, a new calling bringsssss you here? You sssshould leave thisssss place.....now."