The return of the D&D campaign: This time it's potatoes

[Sly Boots]

Compelling pretense, eh?

Ok, first of all I'm going to ask for an empty waterskin (I don't want to use my own as I'm storing my dragon poison in it), and fill it with broth or soup of some kind, whatever the tavern has handy, but the chunkier the better.

With that, I'm going to head straight for the vault gate, and when I'm within sight of the guards I'm going to start staggering about, as if extremely drunk, and singing the filthiest shanty I can think of at the top of my voice.

[Wrathbone]

Okay.

I’m going into a meeting now, but suffice it to say that the two guards posted outside look confused and one of them calls out: “Fitz? That you? The fuck you doing?”

[Mantis]

I'm now timing an hour from the point Slythe leaves us ready to cast Sending and check in on him.

And I'll disguise as an old pirate then head into a tavern which is still likely to be quite bustling at this time of night.

[Sly Boots]

Okay.

I’m going into a meeting now, but suffice it to say that the two guards posted outside look confused and one of them calls out: “Fitz? That you? The fuck you doing?”

Cool, no worries, we probably don't need to rush through this as there's no session this week

I'd like to continue staggering up to the guards, weaving about the place, then when I'm a bit closer I'll call out (affecting my best 'drunk voice'): "Ahoy mateys! A fine night for *hic* carousing, is it not? If you lads would kindly step aside, there's a bed inside with my name on it."

[Mantis]

I actually think I'll be okay for this Thursday. PlusNet have messed me around a little so it's now next week where I'll be in the new place without internet for a few days.

[Sly Boots]

Oh, cool. I mean if everyone else is available this week it'll be good for me.

Presuming I'm not dead

[Wrathbone]

Yep, should be fine for Thursday.

I'd like to continue staggering up to the guards, weaving about the place, then when I'm a bit closer I'll call out (affecting my best 'drunk voice'): "Ahoy mateys! A fine night for *hic* carousing, is it not? If you lads would kindly step aside, there's a bed inside with my name on it."

The guards look at each other with something between amusement and annoyance. "Fitz, you bloody lubber, go home. Carrington's gonna have your arse if he catches you pissing the sheets in the barracks."

[Sly Boots]

Yep, should be fine for Thursday.

I'd like to continue staggering up to the guards, weaving about the place, then when I'm a bit closer I'll call out (affecting my best 'drunk voice'): "Ahoy mateys! A fine night for *hic* carousing, is it not? If you lads would kindly step aside, there's a bed inside with my name on it."

The guards look at each other with something between amusement and annoyance. "Fitz, you bloody lubber, go home. Carrington's gonna have your arse if he catches you pissing the sheets in the barracks."

I belch and stagger closer to one of the guards. "Now listen," I slur, swaying alarmingly. "Listen. You'n me. We're friends, right? Good mates, always has been *hic* always will be." I pat his shoulder with what I obviously believe is comradely affection. "Gotta shift first thing in the morning, I do, and just need to sleep it off a little bit. If I'm late, I'll be up to my neck in it even worse."

I pause, swaying, apparently deep in thought. "But if I can't get in, I may as well stay out here with you guys, me mates. Me good old mates." Another encouraging pat.

At this point I take a swig from my waterskin, as deep a draught as I can, pause - eyes bulging - before doubling over and spew the broth violently out, covering as much of both guards as I can while making horrific retching noises.

"Oof, better out than in, though, right?" I say, before taking another swig and repeating the act.

(at this point I'm hoping they'll believe that it's far easier to let me in than have me there 'vomiting' over them until morning, I'm prepared to wheedle and beg a bit on the pretense of needing to clean myself up if it helps )

[Wrathbone]

Roll a persuasion check with advantage.

[Sly Boots]

Noice, rolled a 22 (8, up to 10 with my Talent, plus 12), second roll was 27 (15+12)

[Wrathbone]

After a good while of intense swearing, the guards look at you rambling some drunken apology and seem to take pity. One of them props you up and drags you inside. As you stagger through the entrance and through the portcullis to the High Security vault, he tells you with annoyed sympathy that both beds in the barracks are taken but that you can sober up in one of the break rooms [area 8]. He dumps you on one of the wooden chairs and you slump on the table, and before he leaves he emphasises that you'll be paying for new clothes as he flicks some of the fake vomit off his sleeves. He also warns you not to go wandering as strictly speaking you're only meant to be in the Common vault.

As a point of interest, in the vestibule outside the High Security vault (just to the right of 4a) you see one of the automotons. It is a huge steel beast that looks like a cross between a panther and a shark, and though it is as still as a statue, it looks very dangerous.

[Raid]

I'll be alright for thursday, but I think I'm going to need to set some time aside to go through the thread and make sure I know what we're actually doing.

[Sly Boots]

Ok, before I go wandering, being the lover of rules that I am, can I establish whether I can somehow deactivate the alarm levers, as there seems to be a couple quite near here?

[Wrathbone]

Hmm... interesting question. From the glimpse of them you've seen, they're waist-high metal levers built into the ground, presumably with some mechanism underneath them. If you could find some way to break the lever arm then it would make them harder to activate, but there's not much to interface with other than the lever. You might be able to jam them with something.

It's also worth noting that while it's fairly quiet at this time of night, there are still some guards about.

[Sly Boots]

Willing to field suggestions on the alarm levers, chaps, as I'm drawing a bit of a blank (maybe when Sage messages me he can make a suggestion if he has any).

In the meantime, I think stealth is probably the way to go rather than continue to brazen it out, so I'm going to attempt to sneaky-sneak over to the overseer's office.