Curse of the Crimson Throne Location: 3 Lancet Street

[James Brafin]

Kraeg grunts from the hall, waking up from his nap. Kraeg does not like interruptions. Interruptions make him want to smash things. He lumbers into the room with the food, the stuff that smells nasty and cooked. No raw rats. He wishes there was a rat to eat. Kreag likes rats. And other things. But there is good drink, something tasty for himself. He takes a bottle of wine, snaps the bottle neck, downs it, and blearily grabs a card. Tasty.

I'll take card 2.


Con Roll:

Original Roll String: 1d20+3

1 20-Sided Dice: (11)+3 = 14

[James Brafin]

Well, I'm drunk as a skunk.

[James Brafin]

Kreag puts a drunken hand on Dietrich’s shoulder. “Gods fickle.”

[James Brafin]

Kreag makes a face as he looks at the cards. He has no idea what they have to do with killing Gardren, but he does understand what this lady is saying. “KREAG READY!” He bellows as he raised his bottle with frustration and throws it into the floor. He glowers and snarls, staring down their host.

Intimidation Check

Original Roll String: 1d20+2

1 20-Sided Dice: (13)+2 = 15

[James Brafin]

OoC: how do I respond to this illusion? I assume I make a checkk of some sort but what exactly do I do?

[James Brafin]

OoC: K thanks.
IC: Kreag seats at the bottle in front of him, surprised by its sudden appearance but distracted long enough to regain his temper. Kreag cannot stay angry for very long (except at Gardren.) Growling under his breath, he staggers out and looks at the people around him. “Must get stronger. Where job place?”