"Yes I have allies and opponents.  Though most believe my goal is to take over the Staglord's role and maintain a bandit stronghold, rather than complete infiltration and destruction of the root of evil."

Filarion tries to get a read on the human.

09:18, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 7 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 4.  Sense Motive.

"My biggest opposition is a fallen paladin, I was second in command until he arrived, and he is a tough customer...I hesitate to kill him as I think there is some hope for redemption....but the staglord..I have seen not a glimmer of hope for the man."

Filarion finds no reason to doubt the man.... you can roll again if you like...

"A fallen paladin you say? Tell me more about him."

17:52, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 20 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 17.  Sense Motive.

17:54, Today: Filarion Petxalim rolled 13 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 8.  Know nobility.

Dovan
“Aye, his name is Akiros Ismort, he has been with us only a few months, and he became second in command.  Once here I kept a close eye upon him, he does not like his lot amongst bandits.  I also made inquiries into his history.  He got involved with a married woman, rather than divorce her husband she claimed he had forced himself upon her.  That broke him and he killed the woman and her husband in front of the magistrates but managed to escape.”

Do I know anything else with my roll?

From your roll you recall hearing that story about that person....

Filarion thinks for a moment, "You do realize that he'll have to answer for his crimes? He ran once, and that makes him dangerous. Do you know if he's fully embraced his fall? I've heard rumors of dark paladins that are fueled by evil powers."

“Not a hint of dark powers, but he is a good swordsman and tough.  Like I said a candidate for redemption. “

Dovan looks thoughtful
“Perhaps we should see whom here might still oppose your plan to band the humans together.”

The elf warrior strokes his chin in a very human like manner. "Are you thinking subtly or showy? Because I'm not very subtle." He gives the human a conspiratorial grin. "You know them better, choose."

Dovan
“Depends who is still here, and whether or not you can defeat the Staglord.”

"For now I'm going to need to know more about him. What abilities he has, where he gets his power, things like that. If he uses magic, I'll have little to counter it."
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“Not sure about magic, I have seen him fire an arrow through a helmet slot and punch a horse with enough force to knock it out.”  Could be magic or an item...”

"Are you sure no one has seen his face?"

Filarion thinks, "Where is his home? Maybe we can sneak in to it and find some important information."

Dovan does a double take...
"Sure we have seen him without the helmet, but we know him by no other name and doo not recognize him.  I have heard he has been in this area his whole life, so a local.  Everyone lives here in the fort, sleeping arrangements are catch as catch can, except the Staglord himself has a room that is his own, on the ground level, in the back corner.  as you could see the upper level has partially collapsed."


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Is this a picture of just his cabin or the fort? Which part is the collapsed part?

This is only the bottom level of the fort
The top level is not shown

Noticing his look, he asks, "What was that for? I need to know what I'm dealing with if I'm going to fight him. Shooting arrows out of one's head isn't a normal ability. I was thinking he might be an construct of some kind, but you say you've seen his face without the Stag helmet. It's he human or another race?"

Okay, so the picture is the whole fort

OK the whole fort.....



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“Just a plain human man. What are you going on about?  The staglord fired an arrow from his longbow and it went right through a man’s helmet,....now an arrow coming out a a helmet would be a sight to witness and how it could be done without magic; that is some imagination.” 

Dovan eyes you like he is massively confused

He looks back at the human, realization dawning, "Right, I misunderstood. Common can be difficult at times for those of us that didn't grow up speaking it. So, if I sneak into his living space, will I encounter any guards or is it empty?"

“Once we go topside we will run smack in the middle of everyone and I will have to introduce you as a rapscallion from my hometown.  Not a bandit but something similar, you don’t really look like a brawler, bouncer or enforcer...what do you suggest a guard who takes bribes?”

"It doesn't matter to me," the elf says looking over at the 'father', " but we need to have our story completely fleshed out before we do so. Your fellow bandits have probably already talked about what happened, so we need to do this quickly."

“Agreed then so to avoid detail is best, we met once in passing on a busy night, the 3rd of Desrictch on the night the guard was tossing the alleys when Duke Ferdinand was poisoned.  Most no accounts left and there were many murders and arsons that night.  We teamed up to escape through smugglers tunnels and parted ways right after.”

"Then let's go," the elf stands, adjusts his sword belt, and then waits for Dovan to lead the way.