The Longest Night

[*Midnight]

The man pulls himself up straight. He sways slightly still quite drunk the exposure to fresh air not doing much to help his condition.

"Yeshh! He wanted a blade made of shhumething vey shpecific. Morgoth Iron."

He speaks with a certain clarity now suggesting when he is not a blind drunk he might actually be quite good at what he does.

"I don't like the sthtuff myshelf. Nasshty nasshty shtuff, But I made it for him and he paid hish deposit for it but when I came to collect the rest they'd shkipped town."

One of his companions chimes in

"That's right, that's what we are doing now isn't it Alf? We are going to get it back."

The first man presumably called Alf nods.

"That's right Simon."

They all begin to stare at the door with a purpose.

[*Selebius]

Norman glances at Thist then back at the men.

"We should get this blade back then and let the light of Pelor chase away the shadows of thievery and deceit."

He readies his shield and mace and then without further warning tries to break down the door. Of course he knows there might be traps but he hopes his armour and good constinution will prevent the worst.

((STR check: Roll of 18, Ability modifier of +2 for a total of 20))

[*LiquidDreamer]

Thist gives a sly smile along with his sigh as he watches Norman prepare to kick the door in.

"You should check to see if a window is open or something. Or, better yet, i'm sure John can find his way in without making us look like common thugs."

[*Selebius]

Norman pauses then points up at the open window above.


"I cannot climb and my skills as a burgler are limited.", he says then adds with a smile:

"Also we are no common thugs. I bring Pelor's light into this den of darkness. The sun does not hide and his course is straight and bold.

However if you have magic or skills that can help in this situation I am open for suggestions"

The last was spoken to both of his companions and he lowers his mace.

"But we should act fast. Time is not our ally on this."

[*LiquidDreamer]

Grins widely, then fishes around inside his robes and pulls out his spellbook. After flipping through it, he says Aha and drops a spell from memory before memorizing the one he is looking at. Then he casts the knock spell on the door.

[*Midnight]

//So thank you for baring with me during my trip away picking this back up.

The crowd of drunks step back as Thist casts his spell and they all look on with a mixture of suspicion and apprehension. There is a moments uncomfortable silence and then a clicking noise as the bolt on the door slides open.

[*Selebius]

"Nice." Norman says, smiling at Thist then he lifts his shield and opens the door proceeding to enter carefully.

As he is the one with the heaviest armour it is natural for him to go first but of course he is no fool- so he stays close enough to be supported by the others if necessary.

[*LiquidDreamer]

Thist grins back at the group and peers inside from the street. He would be the last one in after Norman and John if John decides to go inside.

[*Midnight]

They enter into a narrow hall way immdeiatly to their right are stairs leading up to their left is a door to what appears to be a sitting room and straight ahead is another door which is closed.

//Spot rolls for those inside please.

[*Selebius]

Norman moves carefully, aware that he cannot cover all the dores at once. Protecting his left side with the shield he looks around and also ckecks if the drunks followed them inside as well.

(( Spot: roll 12, ability modifier of 3, zero ranks for a total of 15))