Confession FPT

Muggy looks over to Farley, “Would you like a shiny rock, sir?”

“It’s ok, there, there. Death is hard, but it happens in this line of work, I’m told. Was it avoidable? Maybe. But when you antagonize a man with a sword, you have to deal with the consequences. Which one of these are you leaning toward? I really like the blue one, but you can have it if you really want it.”

Muggy goes over to Clara, offers her one of the three pebbles he collected, “Would you like a colored rock, young friend? Would that bring you comfort? You can have one.”

OOC: I'll take the yarn, the pebbles, the Guild Badge, and...thats it.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary. We’re all friends here.” He goes to his fallen party member’s body, and starts rooting through the pockets. “We’ll need to return this stuff to their family.” (do I find anything nice?)

“Wait!? She was a LADY!?”

Muggy is unsure of which horse back here. He does draw a dagger and is ready to defend himself if needed. He regrets not staying back with the Messy Lady at the Messy Lady.

“I solemnly swear that I will resist the urge to put the moves on the bandits.”

“My orders are to sneak-sneak, be alert for danger, and cause a possible distraction with property damage as a last resort, if needed. Understood.”

“On a scale from 1-20, I’m about a 7. I know that sounds low, on that same scale, you’re a 10...wait, so you may be sneakier than me...”

“We do need to decide. Everyone has adequately represented their sides. I think it’s time to vote.”

OOC: How did you communicate with him?

I’m going to vote for the guy who can here to kick and chew bubblegum. And he’s all out of bubblegum.

Thanks for reading. Part of me wanted to make this a rumble, but I don’t think rumbles reflect on a character’s Win/Loss records. Now knowing that this was their second encounter, I should have absolutely made this a rumble. Drat.

“The headline of my resume is: ‘Subaquatic Sneaky Boi, Locanthe Lady Killer’. I am quite adept with stealth and not being seen. I also enjoy the diplomatic route over tussles, if these outlaw babe types are willing to speak with us, we should try that out. Ya know, try to be...friendly.”

“Yup. That’s him.”

The fish man sniffs the body they found outside to see if the odor matches the party member who ran ahead of them.

Muggy happily assists and helps drop him to their destination. “Yeh, he’ll be alright.”

“Wait, all that screaming and there was no there no giant monster or hoard of Zombies? Jeeze. Way the ruin the mood over nothing, guy.” He goes over to where they’re treating their fallen comrade, “He’s gonna be alright? Right?”

Muggy passes Clara and the random villager as they run into the Inn. He comes outside to see Corvo attempting to move a seemingly lifeless body. The villager runs back out with the stuff in his arms. Muggy scans the area for whatever was making that noise, dagger drawn. <Using his Perception>

So, having quite enjoyed the brief romantic exchange with the kind dwarven lady. Muggy was a lil ticked by whatever commotion disturbed their time together. He slid his leather over his head and grabbed his weapons, readying himself for a potential confrontation. Hopefully if this was handled quickly, he could go back to having a relaxing evening with...uh...whatever her name was. He rejoined his compatriots to see what was making that noise.

*Indisposed until Further Notice intensifies*

OOC: As uncomfortable as this makes CFPT, the player, uncomfortable, I imagine that after Muggy the character Received a reaction like that from her, he would inquire what time she got off work and if he could show her something in his room. And would then proceed to roll a Charisma check to engage in adult activity with her. Shape of Water style. I wanted to covey that I’m the least gross way possiblè, I hope this OOC explanation accomplished that.

OOC: I rolled a couple of INT saving throws to decide how my character would react. When I rolled to see if he’d eat the cookies, I failed. So he does partake in the cookies. I also rolled a ST to see if he could resist the urge to try and seduce the dwarven barmaid. He rolled a NAT 1. So he does pursuit her. While his Companions reacted to the collection of items that were glowing around them, Muggy was attempting to chat up the nice maiden who had brought his group the dessert plate. The cookie in his hand was glowing, but he didn’t notice while delivering his lines, “These are some mighty fine cookies, from a mighty fine lady. I say, did you bake these yourself? How were able to take your raw charm and elegance and craft them into this confection?”

OOC: I’m trying to assess if my character is as skeptical of the cookies as I am...