In the inn of Bernie...
Luke decides that dinner is what he really needs right now and gets right to fixing something up from whatever things he can find.
[Search roll: 5]
Hey, would you look at that! There's a fully-stocked pantry of fresh food he could use to make a dinner fit for a king! How wonderful. Luke proceeds to make some dinner.
[Cooking roll: 6]
He creates a massive feast made up of exquisite foods of all sorts, drawing on his cooking experience obtained from at least a decade of unemployment. The feast he creates is massive indeed, and he can't wait to get to eating it! All of it!
He then realizes he has no functioning digestive system. Hell, he can't even properly swallow anymore. It all gets stuck in his esophagus or worse, his stomach. Then it would proceed to fester, presumably until the smell gets bad enough to warrant surgical intervention.
Fortunately, Bernie appears, steals half of the food without a word, then goes into the basement. Not even a thank-you-kindly from the guy. How rude!
Meanwhile, Tom decides to gleefully experiment with powers beyond his immediate comprehension and shakes his rod at the bar.
[Wand effect roll: 6]
There is a faint sound, like that of a bell tolling, but little else happens. The bar seems to be less than impressed at Tom's goods. About twenty seconds later, there is another tolling sound.
Outside the former residence of a horrid beast...
Yorinnsud tries to butcher and sacrifice the corpse of his enemy, as was custom in his village.
[Sacrifice roll: 2]
Uh... he doesn't have any fire-making tools. Or fuel. Or a donkey for the last bit. So that won't work. Ah well. He leaves the monkey be and heads out looking for more tribute.
[Pillaging roll: 2]
There doesn't seem to be anyone around to demand tribute from. And there is a distinct lack of various golden items, great artifacts and excellent booze to get, so stealing tribute doesn't seem like a viable idea, either.
Outside Bernie's inn...
Mark, after realizing that his plan for the perfect village doesn't really help his quest for murder in any way, looks for a good vantage point to survey the town from.
[Vantage point locating roll: 2]
Sadly, the town is located on a flat plain stretching for many miles around. No real vantage points anywhere, really, as most of the buildings are not taller than three stories. It appears that there are no quick ways to find anything in this town. No doubt a deliberate move on the guide industry's part.
Next to a very innocent and bleeding person...
Vincent goes on a pentacle-drawing frenzy, drawing the figure about eight times all around him!
[Pentacle proximity reaction roll: 4]
The pentacles begin to pulse slightly, reminding Vincent of the heart he's pretty sure he used to have. It is but a brief moment of recollection, but sweet nonetheless.
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