Chapter One, Part One: Fires over Brinestump

[Porteiro]

Assuming this matches the description we got of the halfling's home:

Jed steps forward and announces himself.  "Ho there!"

[TheTick]

Standing near the door, you hear some shuffling and scraping, and then it opens a crack, revealing a halfling's face.

"Yes?  Hello?  What do you want?"

[SpamHead]

OOC: how do we want to do this? I could easily use Bluff or Diplomacy here or just let one of the other charismatic character(s) make the roll. my Bluff would look like this(so would my intimidate but that would be boosted by the halflings small size):

1d20+8

[Porteiro]

Jed steps forward, showing his open hands, feeling foolish doing so while wearing armor, obviously looking for trouble.

"Greetings.  My name is Jed, and these are my colleagues Faraway, Owen, Horcrust, and Svith. We come from Sandpoint.  Could we have a minute of your time?"

Diplomacy roll: This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d20+9 : 18 + 9, total 27

OOC:  The forum keeps getting upset any time I do any editing on a post (in this case to fix my colors) that has any die rolls on it.   It keeps changing the value of the die roll each time I post.  I rolled an 18, for a total of 27.

[TheTick]

Walthus seems to regard the group for a long time, then says, "Yes, come in, for a minute!  I have a minute at least, yes, do come in...."  He pushes the door open further, and limps inside, vaguely waving you in.  His skin is pale and damp, and his breathing is irregular - he's obviously hurt. "I suppose I should offer refreshments!"  He begins rummaging through every cabinet and looking on every shelf, mumbling to himself.

[Lotofsnow]

Faraway stifles a cough and manages to quickly say:

"No, thank you, sir. That won't be necessary. We simply have a few questions."

[TheTick]

Walthus stops rummaging.  "Fine, no food no drink, ask your questions.  Not fishermen, no, why do you come seeking Walthus?  Some knowledge only I have, yes?"

[Phil]

"We are here in the marsh looking for the Licktoad goblin tribe, specifically their chief, 'Gutwad'.  We were hoping you could assist us in this search, for the safety and welfare of both yourself and for the citizens of the Lost Coast.  Is there anything you could tell us that would help us find them?"

Owen decides to get right to the point.  If he enjoys privacy so much here in the swamp, he might appreciate a direct approach and send us on our way.

[TheTick]

Walthus straightens up at the mention of goblins, but then winces in pain. "Goblins, yes, lots of goblins here.  Nasty things in my swamp.  Lots of them, but you didn't see them, because I haven't told you where they are, no.  Go back the way you came, go east and south around the swamp, and you find another trail, yes, the OLD fish trail, very much like the NEW fish trail, but older, weedier, seedier.  That takes you to goblins, yes.  Go find them!  I think they want to attack your town.  Lots of goblins, making trouble."

Everyone please make a Perception check.

[Phil]

Perception 1d20+0 : 1, total 1

[SteveRogers]

"The new trail is like the old trail, eh?  Such an astute observation, halfling."  S'Vith's stomach growls and he chuckles, "Mind you not a word a dwarf says on an empty stomach."  A laugh booms from S'Vith's maw and echoes around the small house before he takes a deep breath and relaxes, as if in meditation.

Perception 1d20+7 : 2 + 7, total 9

[Phil]

With so many goblins in the marsh, how does a little halfling maintain a domicile in peace? Owen wonders.

Sense Motive:  Hunch 1d20+0 : 16, total 16

[Lotofsnow]

Perception 1d20+6 : 6 + 6, total 12

[Porteiro]

Faraway stifles a cough and manages to quickly say:

"No, thank you, sir. That won't be necessary. We simply have a few questions."

Jed shoots Faraway a nasty look.  Yes, they were on a mission, but that's no excuse to be rude to somebody that they were already asking for help.

[Porteiro]

"How do you know that they're planning on attacking the town?" Jed asks.

Rolled 1d20+9 : 15 + 9, total 24