Nashkel
Actually, they weren't totally sure what happened to Belhifet, but the fact that their assumption that something bad and irreversible happened to him in particular wasn't 100% verified wasn't important to this story.
"A few hours isn't worth your lives. Let us go have a look, and you can come in after."
A while down the path Dieter apologizes "I-I’m sorry I dragged you all into that. I know you can’t expect anything in the field" dieter motions in the direction of the mine "But it’s just-..forget it..you wouldn’t understand, I could have compromised the mission and I won’t let it happen again."
Sadly, I trip as I’m saying this. Dropping my warhammer and shield to the ground.
Rolls
Calm the miners - (1d20+4)
(2) + 4 = 6
He tucks the clipboard under his arm and puts a finger on his lips. "I am Emerson, by the way, the official Superintendent of Production. I'll give you 24 hours in there, and then I'm afraid the work will have to continue, as we're already significantly behind schedule."
Rolls
Intimidation - (1D20+2)
(15) + 2 = 17
"Speaking of compromising the mission, Calliope claps her hands together loudly once, "We have come up with recommendations as per Stella's concern, about how to help reduce how easily the assassins can track us. What you all need... are fake identities! And to split up more often and to work on your hiding capabilities, but we can cover that later."
"See, each and every member of this group is too distinct. Dieter-" she pronounces it like 'die' this time "-you need proper guardsman armor like Shiny Boy over there. You've gotta drop whatever that is, at least whenever we're going to a town." She gestures to his fancified signature apparel.
"If we can get some for you too, Aiwe, that might be enough, besides the part where you keep telling everyone exactly who you are and where you're from. If you look like more of a warrior instead of a bard, that ought to help throw people off; the captain of the squad guarding the rest of us, perhaps. Sheemish is almost there on nondescript armor. Oh, but he should shave, and give it to you for a fake moustache, Dieter." It's hard to tell how much of this is planned and how much of this assessment is completely off the cuff for her.
"Stella... you need hair dye. Or disguise self. An extra pair of, let's say, red robes, after that should be enough." She looks thoughtfully are Runeson. "Honestly, Shiny Boy is doing pretty well. If he and everyone else had the same heraldry on their shields, that could be an improvement, but he's pretty nondescript."
She then turns to Imoen. "You shouldn't even be here, Pink, since an entirely different group of people might be looking for you, but anyways, you should hit the hair dye too. Yours stands out even worse than Stella's. Outfit is solid, though."
"And, of course, you'll all need names for these identities. Feel free to come up with your own or ask us to, but make sure you remember who you are at what times. The most important part is that people don't connect your extra identities to the people hunting us."
"Speaking of compromising the mission, Calliope claps her hands together loudly once, "We have come up with recommendations as per Stella's concern, about how to help reduce how easily the assassins can track us. What you all need... are fake identities! And to split up more often and to work on your hiding capabilities, but we can cover that later."
"See, each and every member of this group is too distinct. Dieter-" she pronounces it like 'die' this time "-you need proper guardsman armor like Shiny Boy over there. You've gotta drop whatever that is, at least whenever we're going to a town." She gestures to his fancified signature apparel.
"If we can get some for you too, Aiwe, that might be enough, besides the part where you keep telling everyone exactly who you are and where you're from. If you look like more of a warrior instead of a bard, that ought to help throw people off; the captain of the squad guarding the rest of us, perhaps. Sheemish is almost there on nondescript armor. Oh, but he should shave, and give it to you for a fake moustache, Dieter." It's hard to tell how much of this is planned and how much of this assessment is completely off the cuff for her.
"No" Dieter almost whispers at first "no disguises, we are who we are and if we change *they win. Aiwë you are a performer, a singer, and a warrior. I am not a guard I am a professional, when the enemy meets me it is the most important day of their life. It would dishonour them not to take it seriously. Even the most base creature deserves their death not be taken lightly… no disguises."
"No, if we die, they win," she refutes. "We aren't changing who we are. We're changing our appearance and some behaviors until we can find who's after us, why, and put a stop to it. And do you really think these assassins deserve honor?"