CAMPAIGN: Queen Arkwyn's Crown (D&D5e)

The man produces change from a gleaming cash drawer.

"Your hroom is hroom twelve, up the stairs, down the hall to the end." He hands Hyne a crude brass key.

"Thank you," he responds, taking the key and heading up to the designated room. Once he enters he will shut the door and survey the room around him.

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

The room is small, and the bed is narrow, but other than that it is a very nice room.

When in the hallway, snoring noises and voices had been audible from other rooms, but with the door closed behind him, the room is quiet.

The bed seems clean. The blankets and the curtains on the single window are rather lacy.

There is a large desk with drawers and a big mirror on top. In the corner is a half-full bookshelf, and an upholstered chair.

The room is lit by moonlight from the window, and an oil lamp on a small sturdy table next to the bed

He locks the door behind him, then moves to toss the key onto the desk for later retrieval. He then tries to look out of the window without walking next to it to get a brief idea of what kind of view he has.

Perception: 1D20+3+2 => (14 + 3 + 2) = 19

He then quickly pulls the curtain in front of the window and sets the lamp nearby in front of the sheet, flicking it on to use its light to obscure the view even further.

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

The window opens on the side of the building. The view is uninteresting. There is just a tree and the roof of the next building over. They are both over 20 feet away, and neither looks easily climbable.

In moving the lamp, Hyne can feel that it is light. The oil reservoir sloshes like it is only about 1/4 full.

With a bit of added privacy, Hyne moves to the bed. He takes off the jacket, and then the underlying leather armor, leaving his torso bare.

Needing to hide the box for the night in case eyes have been on him since the conversation with the spy, he takes the box out of the bag and wraps it in the jacket to pad its exterior, then opens up the pillow and works to replace some of the innards of the pillow with the box. With a pile of pillow innards on the bed, he slides the pile with his arm onto the inside curve of his leather armor, so that next morning he can easily slide the contents back into the pillow.

He sets the pillow back onto the bed, and kills the lamp. He undresses some excess gear from his person like his boots and item pouches and climbs into the bed for the night. With his head on the pillow, and the blanket over him, he has his bag next to him in bed and holds an arm around it as he allows himself to slumber.

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

The box inside the pillow makes it uncomfortable, but Hyne sleeps.



Sometime before sunrise, Hyne is awakened by a tiny noise

"It must be good, the way 'es 'olding on to it" whispers a voice

"Hush now" insists another whisper, "Don't risk waking the man you old fool!"

As he drifts to sleep, Hyne thinks about how long it had been since he had been in a real bed. The last time he remembers was on the ship heading to the shore side, inspiring feelings of dizziness and stomach churning from a combination of questionable freshness of the ship's provisions and the swaying movement of the ship.



Hyne's eyes bolt open. He slides the hachet from the side of his bag and yells out loudly, "Who's there!?"

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

A ghostly mage-hand that had been floating near Hyne's bag evaporates, and there is a sound of rapid soft footsteps in the hallway scrambling to get away from the door.

The door has been left ajar a few inches.

As fast as he can, Hyne thrusts the box back into his bag, and quickly dumps the innards of the pillow into the pillow itself before throwing the leather armor onto the top of his bag. He grabs his belongings, bag in one arm, and his other hand ready to grab his sword at a moment's notice as he departs quickly.

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Hyne makes it into the hallway in time to spot a small hunched old woman vanishing down the stairwell.

The hallway is otherwise empty, and the other doors are closed

He stops for a moment to slip on his leather armor and throw his quiver over his shoulder before continuing down the stairway while securing his bag more tightly.

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Down the stairs, Hyne finds the man with the curly moustache standing alertly at his desk inspire of the early hour. He is holding a book.

Behind him in a chair is a little old woman with a hunched back and a face like a dried up apple. She is knitting furiously. Some kind of small homunculus is sitting on her shoulder. Only it makes eye contact with Hyne.

Hyne briefly looks out the window to get a guesstimate of the time.

Survival or Nature: 1D20+3+3 => (7 + 3 + 3) = 13

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Hyne can't tell for sure, but it is probably an hour or two before dawn.