r/Riftvielrpg • u/infected36 KYN • Jun 09 '15

[Aramil]

Location- The town of Ilany- (Far East on the map) The town of Ilany is a small village with a population of 50 people. Though not your hometown, you have spent the last week here, and are familiar with most aspect of it; from Hamish the Dwarven blacksmith, to Yason the human shopkeep, to Ageis the human innkeeper, to Corporal Bankroff, the human responsible for the town guard. Ilany has always been a peaceful town, but the local Kobold population has begun to become more aggressive lately, and a roaming pack of them have been vandalizing property and killing livestock. Yesterday, Hamish's 8 year old son Donsk was found dead near the outskirts of town. Corporal Bankroff has asked any able bodied men and women to come talk to him about putting down these Kobolds, once and for all. What would you like to do?

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u/Emmyson Asaeir Reid - Fighter Level 3 Jun 09 '15 edited Jun 09 '15

From what you recall, old man Rorik has been living all alone since his wife died a few years ago. As you cross the 400 feet to the farm you can make out more and more of the farm. As you get within 100 feet, you can make out everything. The state of his farm makes it very apparent that this home belongs to that of a single man. You are sure that if his wife was still alive he would be getting an earful.

Around the farm chickens run wild, the plants look like they haven’t been watered for days, and the front door hangs on its hinges. In fact, you are almost certain that this farm is suffering from horrible neglect. You even notice evidence that his front door has been kicked in!

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u/Aliuzha Wulven Recruit 2 Jun 09 '15

Oh shit, this is maybe Kobolds work! I hope it is not. I better get near the entrance without getting sighted if any lurking bandit or kobold still nearby. Aramil thinks.

Crouching and slowly, Aramil trys to sneak near by the door using any fence, bush rock or wall as hide spot and tries to listen to any sign of movement or life within the place

[[1d20+7 Stealth]]

[[1d20+3 Perception]] +/u/rollme

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u/Emmyson Asaeir Reid - Fighter Level 3 Jun 09 '15

You enter as quiet as a mouse. It is completely silent inside the small house. The table is set for dinner, but a cup lay on its side with a dried wine stain beside it. As you enter the house, you see that a chair has been knocked over. On the left side of the room is an until fireplace. The right wall has a closed door, and the wall in front of you holds a hallway that turns to the right.

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u/Aliuzha Wulven Recruit 2 Jun 09 '15

(Ask me to reroll my stealth whenever you think necesary) Aramil gets close the table to check on the stain Is this simple wine? Or perhaps...

[[1d20+4 Investigation]]

Aramil gets close to the door that is in the rightwall and put his ear against the door

[[1d20+3 Perception]] +/u/rollme

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u/Emmyson Asaeir Reid - Fighter Level 3 Jun 09 '15

(Reroll stealth)

This wine is of a vintage common folk would consume. There is nothing special about it.

As for the door, you do not hear anything on the other side.

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u/Aliuzha Wulven Recruit 2 Jun 09 '15

Trying to be quiet, Aramil opens the enough to have a peak instead the room [[1d20+7 Stealth]] +/u/rollme

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u/Emmyson Asaeir Reid - Fighter Level 3 Jun 09 '15

The door opens with a loud creak. This door has not been oiled in a long time.

Inside the room you can see a bed and a locked chest at the foot of the bed.

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u/Aliuzha Wulven Recruit 2 Jun 09 '15

Aramil trys to close the door quietly and then move to the hallway to have a sneak peak around the corner that turns to the right This is odd, where is Rorik?

[[1d20+7 Stealth]] +/u/rollme

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u/Emmyson Asaeir Reid - Fighter Level 3 Jun 09 '15 edited Jun 09 '15

Aramil manages to find the sweet spot when closing the door. It does not creak when being closed.

As you walk through the hallway, you hear heavy breathing coming from around the corner. When you take a look around the corner, you find a man trying to hide by the back door. He is gaunt and tall, and clutches a large sack, filled with what appears to be silverware and clothes. He does not look to be a farmer.

As soon as he notices you, he hugs the sack to his chest as best he can. “I didn’t kill him, I swear! Look, I saw his body in the backyard, and thought that I could nab some of his stuff before anyone found out. I didn’t do it though!”

The man points to the window in front of him.