Neffia the Small pt 5 (Conclusion)

Neffia the Small

 

Body: 2
Mind: 1
Soul: 1

HP: 4

 

Cliché’s: Quiet as a mouse, Tougher than she looks, No lock she can’t pick.

 

Continued from: Cursing, she moves down the hall to the next room.  If that room was locked, it might be the room she was looking for.  People didn’t lock rooms that didn’t contain valuables.  Hopefully there’s another way in…

 

Neffia is at a door that should open into a room adjacent to the one she would like to enter.  There is a chance that it leads elsewhere, however.  First things first… is this door locked?

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (3) (No)

 

Well, alright! The knob twists and she pushes the door softly open.  Is there light in here?

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (2) (No, but)

 

There’s no candles or oil lamps, but there is a very small window that lets in a good deal of bluish moonlight.  I wonder, is she in a room adjacent to her target room?

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (6) (Yes, and)

 

I think with this roll, this is actually the target room itself.  It’s a long, wide room with four doors, two at either end.  So now Neffia is right where she wants to be.  This room is a kind of receiving room/trophy room.  The heads of defeated animals and even some monstrous creatures are mounted on the wall between portraits and landscape paintings. Some of the portraits show a young knight in armor.  Perhaps it is Sir Gillinton.

 

A large hearth dominates the north wall, with a bear rug in front of it along with several thick-legged and thick-cushioned chairs.

 

Are there any people in here?

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (2) (No, but)

 

There are no people here now, but there’s a lingering smell of tobacco in the air.  Someone was here not too long ago.  It’s good quality tobacco, so it was probably the master of the house.

 

Does Neffia see the medallion she seeks?  A trophy room seems like an appropriate spot.

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (2) (No, but)

 

Well, it’s not in plain view, but there’s a small chest on the mantle over the hearth.  Is it unlocked?

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (2) (No, but)

 

It opens easily, but it is empty.  Perhaps it has a false bottom.  Does it? 

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (6) (Yes, and)

 

A rattle of chain when she tips the chest.  Aha!  She digs inside with her fingernails until she find the lip of the false bottom.  Lifting it up, she sees her prize: Hustan the Brave’s silver medallion is finally hers!  She realizes it’s time to leave – with her lockpicks bent, her chance of getting caught is now higher than her chance of finding more valuables.  She looks up at the window.  Can she get to it?

 

Applicable clichés?: None

 

1d6= (2) (No, but)

 

It’s too high, and barred besides.  She’d be wisest to retrace her steps and hope that nobody catches her.  Does anybody cross her path as she heads all the way back to the start? 

 

Applicable clichés?: Quiet as a Mouse

 

2d6=1 is the best result (No, and)

She glides her way back through the estate like a shadow.  Mounting the trunk she had slid into place to facilitate her escape earlier, she squeezes through the bars and slips out the same window she came through, disappearing into the night with the medallion clutched in her little hand.