EIke looked at Jehan with a skeptical look along with Zoltan . After taking a moment he thought that wasn't such a bad idea. On the up side he didn't have to be the one getting slapped with dirt across the face. Speaking up, "I think that's our best shot at getting in here and snooping around. Inspector Lief, I like it!"

He takes a moment to straighten his cloak and look as official as he could and looked to Zoltan, "So what do you say?"

Zoltan walked along with his friends and was surprised by Jehan. "My daughter-in-law would take offense at that, her name is Lilly. I'd just prefer not o dirty up my clothes, making a load of laundry for myself and need to take a bath."

He glanced at he bucket. "If I'm coming for an inspection, why do I have to get myself dirty before entering?" he asked with a curious raised eyebrow.

"So who am I supposed to be taking to anyways? Just leading the Baron and whomever around the mine while I 'inspect' the place?"

"Aw" Said Jehan, slightly tilting his head to the side "Lilly. Thats cute. But shes not here and ill wash your damn clothes." He stated, warm fuzzies melting away. He lowered the bucket, arms grown weary. "You need a bath anyway mate, we've been on the road for a while... You need a date with a soap-bar" he added.

"Me and Eike work for the mining company and you are a miner we took along. We know numbers, not rocks. You do 'Durumina' and you love to get arms deep in dirt to make sure things run smoothly in our southern mine. In my defence, your fake prosona is the best miner in the business down there, you just need to 'inspect' what makes this place tick better so we can increase our iron output." He too a step forward. "The dirt makes it look like youve already been investigating the outside of the mine, and are a real hands on kinda bloke, savvy?" Jehans eyes rolled up in thought. 'Though... in hindsight you wouldnt HAVE to get dirty... It would just add some authenticity... Unless you have a better idea of course. " he said, beginning his walk- more of a pompous strut to the mine and it's office where their clue was hopefully stashed safely
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"Alright, so not dirt. We'll just have to really sell it in there." Eike says as he looks to Jehan. He grabs his staff and begins walking with it and walks right into the office.

Zoltan sighed. "Fine, I'll put on some dirt just for you." He patted just a little on his face and coughed slightly.

"I don't really know what to look for in a mining inspection, but I suppose I can make him show me every support beam. That sounds like something that an inspector should check on. If you've got what you need just pretend to have a really bad coughing fit. It'll carry through the tunnels and I might be able to hear you from wherever I am." He followed the two inside and stood tall with a stern look on his face.

Pine needles fell to the ground as the trees swayed in the breeze. The miners probably worshiped this breeze when it traveled into the tunnels, bringing a refreshing and unexpected coolness to those who worked all day in there. Here the men had calloused hands and hardened faces. The life of iron miner was no soft way to live. Many of these miners had likely been working in the mines since they were old enough to swing a pickaxe. The town of Varna wasn't very large, and there were only so many jobs available; but no doubt the Iron Mine employed a healthy number of the town's men. It wouldn't be surprising to hear at least half the men of Varna had worked in their mines at some point in their lives. But to work in the mines for any long stretch of years was unfathomable. Few could imagine the killer backache.

Beneath a cluster of pine trees, the adventurers came up with their next, only somewhat crazy plan. They watched the miners moving around the small trodden field that expanded for fifty feet or so from the Mine entrance. In the middle of this field was a shed where two miners were storing a number of tools; with evening not too far away, the work day was likely near an end. Past this and closer to the Mine entrance was the Foreman's office, which stood as the only real building around. Feeling like they had their plan down, and that it would totally not fail, the adventurers set out across the field and headed to the office.

They approached and saw the white sign marking it for what it was, and the first thing they wondered was whether they should knock or not. But at that moment, someone came out of the Foreman's office, a miner with short scruffy beard, and held the door open for them on his way out. Not wanting to be rude (or look suspicious), they went inside.

Like the outside of the building, the inside was simple and straightforward in appearance. The building was one room and perfectly square, made of a light tan pinewood that filled the room with a delightful woody scent. There were scarcely any decorations – a cabinet, a desk – and most notably a round carpet directly in the center of the floor; this carpet had been long ruined and muddied by the boots of miners stomping over it.

To the left of the adventurers was the desk, and sitting behind this desk was a man. Not glancing at them at first, he was intently scribbling on some parchment in front of him. But this man was no bookworm. Perhaps in his late thirties, his hair had already become mostly bald save for a few surviving strands. He was husky, his size coming from both muscle and fat; so that by looking at his arms, anyone could see he was strong even if they couldn't see the muscles themselves. His face was not a pretty one having a round nose and plain features – definitely not a ladies man. In fact, he looked very unpleasant to talk to. The adventurers realized their guess was right pretty quick when he finally looked up at them and barked, "What do you want!?"


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The less than comfortable conversation was over... They were in. Though Jehan almost got beat up, but hey; whats new. The large man walked to the door with 'Leif' and 'Durumina' while 'Maxamilion' paced in the room. The man looked back, Rolled his eyes and kept walking. Jehan had made it appear that he was very angry and trying to walk it off... They all figured to let him to just that, lest he do something stupid outside. Eike and Zoltan looked though the crack in the door as it was closed by the man in charge, just in time to see Jehan protruding a particular finger at the mans back, followed by a smile and a wave. With a click, the door shut, and Jehan was out out sight...

Inside-

[Private to DM Ryan: As soon as the door shut, jehan stood. 1, 2, 3. On 3, he grabbed the nearest chair and leaned it against the door handle. The excuse should someone try to get in, he had to stand on the chair because he saw a crack in the support beam, but turned out to be a spider web. False alarm. He chuckeled with the plan to himself as he braced the chair against the handle, and flopped to the floor, rolling back the rug, searching for a weakspot, or loose floorboards for the information the handless gentleman left behind.

Jehan Roux rolled 14 Search, Floorboards, hidden items.

(After that result)

Standing from the floor, he had one more idea, he quickly ran to the desk and shuffled though papers, looking for money output and input, sales, numbers... anything that would indicate money laundering. But along the way he remembered something about something hidden behind a painting... but couldnt remember in what order or location the painting clue was, so as he walked around the desk, he scanned the walls for a painting, and should one present itself, he makes a quick flip to check for a secret cabinet behind it.

Jehan Roux rolled 12 Appraise check, mines profit margin. Missing money?

Should nobody knock by this point, Jehan takes any proof he has, hides it on his person, and begins to 'inspect' the outside of the mine, asking the miners simple questions, about the types of axes that work the best, methods of finding iron veins, best method of removal, etc.]
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The door to the office closed behind Eike. He takes a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, being thankful Jehan didn't get them into another altercation. He looked at Zoltan, then at the door. Maybe Jehan shouldn't be alone after how that conversation went. Looking back to Zoltan he said, "Maybe I better stay with Maxamilion and make sure the office stays intact." Almost without waiting for a response or chance or protest, he is already opening the door once again to meet Jehan.

[Private to DM Ryan; Jehan Roux: "Hey! Thought you could use some help looking around and watching out for anyone coming in. And I couldn't stand being around that foreman much longer."

Eike starts looking around the room for anything useful.
16:25, Today: Secret Roll: Eike rolled 12 using 1d20+1.  Search check; Varna.
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Zoltan relaxed and waved the two boys away. He was relieved at the outcome. Puffing himself up with air sightly, he stood tall and followed the man through the door and immediately started scanning everything and had a deep pensive look on his face as if he knew very well what he was looking for while on the inside he was simply like:

 "Yep, this here's a mine alright. Lots o' dirt. Rock. And some tools. Definitely a mine." He walked a little slow to try and take as long of a time as possiple.

Inside the Foreman's office, Jehan shoved a chair behind the knob of the door as soon as the others made their way out and he was safely alone; naturally it wouldn't be a good thing to be disturbed. Hastily he scrambled to the desk and started sorting through the papers – numbers, lists, notes. "Ow!" He retracted his hand; he got a papercut. But looking through the stack he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. As far as he could tell, it was an ordinary iron mine.

Suddenly he was interrupted by a knocking on the door and felt a jolt of perilous fear course through him. "Hey, Jehan! Let me in!" said a hushed voice from the other side. It was only Eike. Jehan returned to the door and let him inside, feeling a lot better about everything.

Teaming up, they re-started searching around the room. There weren't any paintings or strange cabinets here; instead the place was rather plain, made of cut pine wood and nails – a building made for simple purpose of sheltering the foreman and the paperwork he had to do.  But they remembered where they needed to look and grouped at the center of the room, hovering over the round carpet in anticipation. They pulled aside the carpet, and on hands and knees they felt around the floor for something to grab onto.

And they found one of the floorboards had no nails holding it down!

Digging their nails into the edges, they pried up the board, located almost exactly in the center spot of the building. They set the board aside and peered through the lovely hole it left in the floor - there was dirt! - the ground beneath the building. But not only was there dirt. Half-buried in this dirt was a sack, its roughspun fabric protruding out of the ground, only loosely covered.

Like finding buried treasure, they excitedly plucked out the sack; and based on how worn and dirty it was, it had probably been down there for years, not having moved since Manual Keirch stuffed it there. They set it on the floor beside them where it clinked with the familiar clinking sound of money inside. Hurriedly they open it up, and indeed the sack was full of money! -perhaps 200 pieces of silver in all.

Eike took out one of the silver pieces and held it up; and then the realization struck him about what he was looking at. The coin was indeed real silver money, but it was no money that they could ever spend, nor would they even want to risk being caught with.

The coins were all stamped with the insignia of Vaterland.


<Royalred>Zoltan followed Nikolaus into the mine, watching his step around the cart rails. Most of the men were on their way out as the work day was coming to an end; the sun was shrinking low in the sky. Nikolaus succinctly pointed out a few things here and there about the mine while Zoltan nodded, totally pretending to know what he was talking about.

They didn't go very far into the tunnel before taking a right and heading toward a door. For the most part, this area of the tunnels was well-lit by lanterns strung up about the ceiling, a ceiling which was held up by regularly-spaced wooden frames. "Over here is our break room," said Nikolaus. "Should be empty now that the workers are leaving."

Zoltan followed him forward to the door, which Nikolaus held open for him, and he stepped inside. So this was a miner's breakroom. There was couple square tables, also made from the local pine, and a handful of chairs – 8 or so – that Zoltan recognized as being rather similar to the one's he knocked over earlier today. Other than that the room was sparse, the tools probably having been stored in the outside sheds. And being a dead end only 20 ft. across, the little cave didn't offer much more in the way of comforts.

Suddenly, the door closed behind Zoltan, followed by a clicking sound – it was being locked! And Zoltan swiftly realized that Nikolaus hadn't followed him inside! Zoltan lunged for the handle but it was too late; the outer latch had already fallen in place.

He could hear Nikolaus on the other side muttering, "Miners my ass. Sit tight there pal while I figure out what to do with you, and your little friends too." And then he could hear Nikolaus' footsteps as he walked away, leaving Zoltan imprisoned in the room, trapped!

"...Well shit."

Jehan held the piece of silver in his hand for a moment studying it and tossed it in the bag with the others. Tightening the coinpurse, he hid it in his pack standing, "Well well well, naughty foreman, sleeping with the enemy." Feeling rather proud of himself... Even though Eike made multiple expressions as if to say, 'Im right here too sir.' a smirk crawled along his face, and he swiped his thumb under his nose with a sniff. "Hey, reminds me of that one time You caught me at that tavern with that one gal who-" Eikes hands flew in the air "Dont need to hear that one again. Scarred me for life." Jehan simply chuckled, moving the stool from the door, "Right we got our proof, the foreman was working with the enemy, Henri didnt like it, they ran him out right? Lets get "Durumina" and get out of here." he said hand on the knob and motioning to Eike. "Luckily for us they have no idea we know. The whole town is still clueless about our good deeds... we better get a reward for this junk. Now lets 'Inspect' Things"

He creaked the door open, looking side to side before opening it all the way, and stepping out, feeling accomplished
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Rubbing his temples, Eike looks to Jehan, "Must you remind me that? I don't think I will ever get that out of my head." He takes one last look around the office before agreeing with Jehan. {Search check} "Yeah I think you're right. Let's get out of here. Oh yeah we better get something out of this... Too much trouble."

Eike watched Jehan step out the door and shook his head. "Must you always be so forgetful. It'll get us killed one of these days. Give me a moment while I put everything back the way it was." Eike proceeds to place the board back into the floor and move the rug back in place. He then follows Jehan out the door.


12:56, Today: Secret Roll: Eike rolled 15 using 1d20+1.  Search check; Varna.

Swallowing hard, Zoltan ran his hands through his hair in worry. "Shit, shit, shit," he breathed, pacing back in forth. He looked around the room frantically for something to somehow help him escape. He glanced at his long sword wondering if he could somehow hack at the door, or perhaps jam it hard enough between the lock and door.

Taking a deep breath, he thought about what he had on his person. From his bag, he found his small case of caltrops. He pulled one out. Looking at its long point then at the keyhole he sighed. "Worth a shot." He knelt down and stuck an end of the caltrop into the keyhole, trying to push the tumblers. (If Zoltan fails picking the lock, he will try to force it open).


00:44, Today: Secret Roll: Zoltan Zanderhawk rolled 5 using 1d20+1.  Pick lock.
00:44, Today: Secret Roll: Zoltan Zanderhawk rolled 18 using 1d20+2.  Search check.
00:45, Today: Secret Roll: Zoltan Zanderhawk rolled 9 using 1d20+3.   Force lock.

Eike and Jehan felt accomplished as they walked and heard the light clink of forbidden coins in their pack. This mystery was starting to be less mysterious. But although they had acquired a hefty bit of evidence now, they knew they were only halfway there, for this evidence was worthless unless they could connect it to some wrongdoing. If they presented it to the magistrate now, how could they prove where it came from? Or the means by which it was gained? Something was definitely odd about this mine, and that oddness did away with the last foreman. They were determined to expose the weird for what it was.

They walked out into the field. The sun was beginning to set. Patiently they waited beneath the dim light of dusk for Zoltan and the more recently-appointed foreman Nikolaus to return. Workers finished stowing away tools in the sheds and washing their hands and faces in a basin of water; gradually their numbers diminished as they departed the mine and returned to their warm, welcoming homes in the village. Soon all were gone, and the mine became deserted. Eike and Jehan were the only ones left in the field, lingering by the entrance of the foreman's office; but as dusk deepened and the sky sank into a melancholy orange, Zoltan and his guide had still yet to return. Now they were getting worried.

Usually it's Jehan that get's into trouble. But perhaps it was contagious, for it seemed that Zoltan might have caught it.

Zoltan shoved his shoulder against the door attempting to bust it open, but this didn't work quite like he imagined it would. The stubborn and self-righteous door didn't budge, and instead haughtily ignored Zoltan, who bounced off and clutched the new bruise on his shoulder, making that familiar hissing sound as when a young man stubs his toe. He futilely tried the handle again, thinking he might have intimidated the door into unlocking itself – it was still locked. Concluding with a vengeful kick at the door's base, he walked away and slumped down in one of the chairs.

He wasn't particularly pleased about the situation.

Some minutes passed and eventually he stood back up to search around the room, moreso to keep boredom at bay than any actual hope of finding something. Near the back he noticed a couple dusty crates; loose dirt from the ceiling had effectively camouflaged them as rocks, large perfectly cubed shaped rocks. He opened the first one. There was jerky meat inside, a light meal for the miners here. Zoltan slyly glanced to the left and then right, and surreptitiously, in an act of needless stealth, shoplifted some in his pockets. He opened the second: flasks of water. Zoltan pleasantly noted that if he died soon, it wouldn't be due to starvation or thirst.

This gave him the idea that maybe he should barricade the door, just in case the wrong visitor came back. Definitely a good idea, he convinced himself. He gripped the distant edges of one of the boxes, and hoping he didn't pull a muscle in his back, pulled it away from the wall. But as he moved it a few feet, he paused, for he noticed that behind the crate was a hole in the wall near the ground. He got on his hands and knees to look down it. It wasn't a very comfortable size, perhaps only allowing him to squeeze through it if he sucked in his gut the whole time; and he couldn't see an end to it either. The crevice simply disappeared into a dark, uncomfortably narrow unknown.

Today was full of queer options.

{Zoltan#Error: Using the skill 'Open Lock' requires at least 1 skill point in it to use!}

Eike looked to Jehan with a concerned look. He could feel a deep pit start to swell in his stomach. Usually it was Jehan who was the one to go missing or get caught up in something, but never Zoltan. While nervously gripping his staff he spoke to Jehan, "I don't like this, I don't like this one bit. Zoltan is never late. We need to go find him, we are sitting ducks out here." He waits for Jehan's agreement before starting to quickly walk down the mine in the direction that Zoltan should have gone. As they started Eike took his staff in both hands, "Little dark down here for me." He said with a slight smirk. Eike cleared his head until his thoughts were nothing but darkness, almost an emptiness. He thought back to the moments when he was younger when he had to hide beneath the floors of his own house when the inspector would come looking for anyone who had an aura about them. To root out the magic the village was fearful of. In the darkness came a light. A bright light. It filled the whole of the darkness that was there before and his staff was lit! Like a flame-less torch. The two could now see their way down the tunnel as they searched for Zoltan.
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As if in unison with Eikes comment, Jehan stated, "Usually its me who gets lost. Zoltan is never late or caught up... Something might be wrong." The sternness of his words was in contrast to his usual devil-may-care attitude about things. But when it came to his friends, Jehan could have moments of selflessness.

"We should head inside, quietly mind you." Jehan said as Eike walked slightly ahead of him- He wanted this act of heroism to seem like his idea. "Be on guard, I have a feeling they may be on to us... Either that or Zoltan found a really shiny rock that hes been ogling for the past while." Following Eikes magical light, Jehan walked upright, as if to appear unphased or not worried, when in reality, he had his hand on the hilt of his sword. Ready to swing at anything that came across them, and hopefully pin a man to a wall to get some answers about this 'blood money' they found in the office.

Jehan repeatedly stuck his hand into the magical fire and quickly retreating, like an animal discovering something for the first time, he played with it with all manor of poking and prodding imaginable. This didnt last long as Eike sternly and 'politely asked him to stop.'

[Private to DM Ryan:
Jehan Roux rolled 18 Hide, should someone approach.
Jehan Roux rolled 16 Move Silently in the mines tunnels in search.]
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Eike simply looked at Jehan and shook his head. "Must you do that every time?" He asked already knowing the answer.

With a heavy sigh, Zoltan took a seat on one of the evil stools. He would give his companions about fifteen minutes before he would start hacking at the door with his blade. He crossed his arms and huffed.

Eike and Jehan entered into the mine. Using a bit of magic, Eike lit up the top end of his staff and muttered, "Now we must face the mines of Moria." Jehan gave him a queer glance, "Moria?" Eike felt a flash of embarrassment, "Oh sorry. Was feeling Gandalfy. Varna, I mean." Jehan's glance intensified, "Gand-? Oh nevermind." He returned his attention to his feet, where it was direly needed to traverse the cart rails and loose rocks that littered the ground.

They wandered a fair ways into tunnel. The light from Eike's staff chased away the dark and replaced with a simple white luminescence. Whereas most torches cast a reddish tint and flickered with impatience, Eike's spell radiated a pure and steady daylight, a far superior light to travel by. As they walked deeper into the labyrinth, they began to wonder how they would ever find Zoltan in here, if he was indeed still in here at all, or alive. Maybe he had left out another way they didn't know about? Maybe he had tripped and fallen into the bottom of a crevice? How could they possibly find him then?

The situation was looking grim. Eike and Jehan explored to the end of a tunnel which led to a wooden door, aside from which was a dead end. Jehan noted the latch was locked on the door, and quickly concluded Zoltan couldn't have come this way. He sighed. Jehan leaned with one hand against the door as the difficulty of their task set in. "How are we ever going to find those two – and more importantly Zoltan – in this maze?" Jehan pondered to Eike.

Suddenly a sword-blade hacked through the door which Jehan was leaning against and cut through wood, ending between two of Jehan's spread fingers. The wide-eyed bard screamed like a little girl and leapt several meters away.

Eike and Jehan then heard a muffled voice from the other side, "Oh shit! Was someone there?"

Recognizing the voice, Eike hurriedly undid the latch and opened the door to reveal Zoltan on the other side. Zoltan glanced at the cut in the door, then at the nearby shivering Jehan, who was scrupulously checking his hand to make sure it was still there (it was). Zoltan figured out what had happened. He smirked and said, "My bad."

Eike brushes the splinters from the door off of his robes while he laughs at Jehan and his screaming. He looks to his newly reunited companions and with his bright staff in hand he says, "I'm done with these mines. We got what we needed, what do you say we get out of here?"

After a shriek that would send chills down the spine of a lesser man, Jehan slowly regained his composure, waiting for the adrenaline to stop flowing to see if he could feel pain. After a few moments of silence, the fair voiced bard grabbed the staff from the sorcerer and tilted it his way to study his hand in the magical light for wounds or lost fingers.

With a sigh he loosened his grip, and the staff was quickly returned to its slightly angered owner. Jehan let out a deep sigh of relief and turned his attention to the large man who thought it a good idea to swing a massive sword at a door before checking for people behind it. He held up his hand, "Ya see this" he said in a slightly bossy tone. "This is the moneymaker. You be careful around these." he said, now holding both hands up, "Lest i remind you where most of our money comes from..." A few huffs and laughs from his comrades later, Eike spoke.

"Yeah, I agree" Jehan said cracking his knuckles for peace, as well as to remind himself they were all in fact still there. "We got what we needed. This place is doing sleeping with the enemy. Now we know what Henri was going after and his 'Proof'. Lets get out of here. If they locked him away-" Motioning to the large man though the hole in the door, "-Theyre on to us. This town may not be safe anymore. Lets get out of this bloody mine. Come Gandalf!" He exclaimed with a playful march, "To The Bridge of khazad Dum!" A dumfounded expression washed over Eike as he questioned what in the nine hells Jehan Kept talking about and who this Gandalf was...

"Sorry about that," Zoltan said to Jehan.

"I had no idea you were there. I've been stuck in here for a while, so I just decided to hack my way out." He sheathed his sword. "I'm not sure how much they know, but they know we're not real miners. Let's hurry up and get out of here."

Jehan, Eike, and Zoltan traveled back through the short series of tunnels that led to the exit. Their cover had been blown; and more worrisome, Nikolaus was nowhere to be seen. They certainly didn't passed him on their way here, and yet they had the eerie feeling he was no longer in the mine. Perhaps he had left through a different exit to avoid being seen? Either possibility didn't bode well for them.

What to do next weighed heavily on their minds. If Nikolaus was suspicious of them, would he go tell the Baron? And if that was the case, how much time did they have left to solve this mystery before all opportunity to was lost? They had to get the evidence they needed, and soon. It wouldn't do to let Manual Keirch's fate go without answer, but no doubt someone in this town was willing to go to great lengths to keep that from happening, and it was a good bet that person just so happened to be the most powerful man in town.

Eike led the way with his staff through the rocky tunnels. [Private to Eike: As he walked, he glanced at the light that emanated from his staff's end. Such a simple thing – light. And the spell to cast it was so simple too, at least for him. He glanced back at his companions and felt an uncommon wave of gratitude toward them. The fact that could create this little light with his sheer will was a miracle in its own right, but the fact he could share this truth of his magic with a few others – and for them to accept him for it – was a far greater miracle, in his opinion. In his home town, something like this, something that now seems so simple, would have had a much different connotation for him. Even his parents, they... well, he didn't want to think about that right now. Feelings a little blurred now between gratefulness and anxiety, Eike returned his attention to leading the others through the stone-littered tunnels]

After a few minutes, they exited the Iron Mine and stepped back out onto the grassy field. The sun had now disappeared beneath the trees in the western valley and left the sky with only a faint glow near the horizon; the stars were now visible throughout the eastern half, whose background smoothly changed from dark blue to black as it fled from the sunset. Pines swayed in the night breeze.

The scene was soothing. But that evening calm was only enjoyed for a few moments before being ruined by the sudden sound of heavy boots. From behind the toolshed, a stone's throw away from the adventurers, came three men. They seemed to have been hiding over there, which already wasn't a good sign. Now, the adventurers didn't recognize the three men, but they started to figure out the situation pretty quick, for all of them were carrying a club in one hand and a torch in the other. Dressed in plain tan shirts and trousers, they clearly weren't high on the social ladder in Varna, and their faces weren't much to look at either. In short, you might as well have tattooed the word 'thug' on their foreheads.

The thugs walked toward the adventurers with a mixture of smirks and scowls on their faces. The whole situation had become clear pretty damn quick. The adventurers didn't even feel a need to ask who sent them. One gestured at the adventurers with his club and said, "You fellas are in a whole mess o' trouble now, ain't ya?"

{Combat Rounds Enabled}


[Private to Goliad: Goliad watched this play out from the treeline. Three emerged from the mine, and three were waiting to ambush them. After having seen the three thuggish looking humans sneak behind the toolshed and hide, he knew something was up. Hard to believe something like this was happening in a small town like Varna, where news could travel fast; clearly they had gone through a lot of trouble to be discrete though.

Well, enough watching from the sidelines! What was Goliad waiting for? To let three (probably) innocent strangers get beaten up? This situation called for someone whose body was a perfect specimen to light the way! So go you handesome orc! Go save their asses!

Each turn (or 1 post) you can move once and attack once. You can move up to 6 squares on the map (you can start from wherever on the side line). To attack or grapple, go to the diceroller link on the top bar and roll a 1d20 (just make sure you say whether you're attacking with a weapon or grappling since there's a difference between the two). I can help you out in real life. Good luck! I'm putting you in a life or death situation on day 1. Muhaha!]

The three men outside of the mine about the lynch them wasnt much of a surprise to Jehan... In fact he was half expecting it, and it wasnt the first time this had happened to him. So he wasnt entirely phased by it. "Apparently so." He responded to the men in a melancholy tone. "So seeing as half of us will be dead in the next few minutes, might you grace me with the knowledge of who hired you to do this? and why? Take it as... A possibly dying mans last request." He added with a smirk, slowly drawing his finely polished rapier.

-NAT 20 DIPLOMACY-

It wasnt often used. In fact, it was mostly there for show, The bard had a habit of talking his was out of situations. "I must warn you however," he said, pointing his thin blade at the man in the middle, "We have in our corner a man of vast knowledge in the workings of magics. Do you really wish to bring out the worst in him? You can run if you wish, I however will come at you until one of us lie dead. My money would be on you though, cuz you know... Magic. You know I once saw him boil a man from the inside out? Gruesome really. Still cant eat soup with tomato in it. Take a look for yourself and notice the fact that his common staff is glowing. As if preparing for you three, eh?"

Jehan Roux rolled 21 Bluff, Talk up Eike's magical ability, to frighten the men.

Looking over his shoulder to his friends, "If I die, make sure lots of people cry when you bury me. Zoltan, Cleave the man directly ahead of you. Eike-" he said with a grin, "do that boiling thing again."" with a chuckle, he turned to carefully lie down his lute, dusting off any dust found within the mine. Standing upright, he cracked his neck, and darted toward the man ahead of him, blade gleaming in the setting sunlight.

(Attack: man 2)
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"They'll cry with joy," Zoltan assured Jehan with a chuckle. He calmly drew his long sword and stretched his shoulders briefly.

After waiting for a response from the thugs, he planted his back foot and dashed forward towards one of the men, ready to give him a good slash.

16:59, Today: Secret Roll: Zoltan Zanderhawk rolled 14 using 1d20+3.  Attack man 1.
17:00, Today: Secret Roll: Zoltan Zanderhawk rolled 5 using 1d8+3. Damage