Ealoth thanks the man and turns toward the doors of the Sawtooth Prison that they had met in front of. He moves toward the guards at the doors and says, "We're looking for information on convict Krenko." The low rumble that accompanied the loxodon's voice felt welcoming and peaceful. He rarely used his massive size to try and intimidate people. He did his best to stay calm because a busy mind leads to mistakes.
Ealoth pauses for a moment. The deep philosophical question was too much for him to contemplate this early in the morning. His mind thought of his role within the Conclave and how he hoped to one day be one of the great elders. He thought about his time in the fields tilling the soil for new crops to be planted. He thought of his family and where they all have ended up now.
"Um,"he stammers as he looks to the others. "Ealoth is what I'm called. What do you call yourself?"
Krenko has been a goblin mob boss for several years. His turf was around Foundry Street. He has been a person of interest in numerous crimes befitting a mobster but managed to evade the law — until recently.
Krenko was brought into custody by Gideon Jura, a freelancer working with the Boros Legion at the time. Krenko was found guilty of murdering Dargig, one of the Shattergang Brothers, and of assault with a deadly weapon against Gideon Jura.
The weapon on his person at the time of arrest was a magic shiv (a prison knife). Reportedly, it could punch through force barriers. It isn’t known how Krenko obtained the weapon.
Krenko’s notable associates include the mysterious Mr. Taz (no other information provided) and a renegade Izzet weapons inventor named Falish (female human, seen around Tin Street). Both are also persons of interest to the Azorius.
"I would like to point out that I am not his turf, I am my own Turf. We could scout our either his last seen location, foundry Street or Tin Street. All could give clues"
Erathas takes in this information and looks to the others... My gut tells me Tin Street. He couldn't be so brash or dumb to just go back to where he's always hanging around. Could he?
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This bustling market area is busy with the flow of merchants, entertainers, shoppers, and revelers. During daytime hours, Tin Street is a prime destination for shopping and dining. At night, theaters and taverns come alive.
"We could bu some supplies while we are there" Slag would say as his eyes light up with excitement. The warforged would follow the group, occasionally adjusting his arm or knee if they begin to grind along the way.
Erathas is a bit overwhelmed still when he is in the middle of a lively, urban area. He is long ways away from the Feywild and sometimes he has to fight it to make sure he isn't overwhelmed. He looks to his colleagues with an uneasy smirk. This ought to be interesting.
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Turf is looking out for any easily climbable buildings for if a chase occurs, gliding over people is easier than running through. Turf walks up to the nearest shady looking person, "I am looking for Falish, I have need of her services" (persuasion: 14)
"Eh? I don't really know much about that Izzet but I think I've seen her around, I think she lives over there" *Gives you directions to where Falish works*
Following the directions to Falish’s shop, you find yourself in an alley behind a restaurant. Near the back door to the establishment is a smaller, padlocked iron door that looks as if it came from a vault.
Ealoth looks at the door a bit puzzled. "Locked from the outside. Guess she's not here." He looks around to see if she seems to be around. He then turns his focus to the door. The heavy door seemed very out of place here.
It appears the door would require quite a skilled lockpick to open or an incredible tour de force to break open, you're definitely getting vibes of crazy engineer with master security from this door
"To SAWTOOTH, then!" Menetey will give the vedalkin a final salute and bow, martching to Sawtooth Prison.
Ealoth thanks the man and turns toward the doors of the Sawtooth Prison that they had met in front of. He moves toward the guards at the doors and says, "We're looking for information on convict Krenko." The low rumble that accompanied the loxodon's voice felt welcoming and peaceful. He rarely used his massive size to try and intimidate people. He did his best to stay calm because a busy mind leads to mistakes.
"Uhh, who are you?"
Ealoth pauses for a moment. The deep philosophical question was too much for him to contemplate this early in the morning. His mind thought of his role within the Conclave and how he hoped to one day be one of the great elders. He thought about his time in the fields tilling the soil for new crops to be planted. He thought of his family and where they all have ended up now.
"Um," he stammers as he looks to the others. "Ealoth is what I'm called. What do you call yourself?"
"We are here to investigate the recent break out of Krenko! Where is his dossier?!"
"Yeah, what he said!" Slag would say from behind the gnome.
Turf stays back, although he is good talking to people he didn't want to overwhelm the guards.
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"Uhh, alright" The Dossier says:
"I would like to point out that I am not his turf, I am my own Turf. We could scout our either his last seen location, foundry Street or Tin Street. All could give clues"
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Ealoth nods at the recommendation and ponders on where to start. "All good choices," he says in his deep voice.
Erathas takes in this information and looks to the others... My gut tells me Tin Street. He couldn't be so brash or dumb to just go back to where he's always hanging around. Could he?
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
This bustling market area is busy with the flow of merchants, entertainers, shoppers, and revelers. During daytime hours, Tin Street is a prime destination for shopping and dining. At night, theaters and taverns come alive.
"We could bu some supplies while we are there" Slag would say as his eyes light up with excitement. The warforged would follow the group, occasionally adjusting his arm or knee if they begin to grind along the way.
Erathas is a bit overwhelmed still when he is in the middle of a lively, urban area. He is long ways away from the Feywild and sometimes he has to fight it to make sure he isn't overwhelmed. He looks to his colleagues with an uneasy smirk. This ought to be interesting.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Turf is looking out for any easily climbable buildings for if a chase occurs, gliding over people is easier than running through. Turf walks up to the nearest shady looking person, "I am looking for Falish, I have need of her services" (persuasion: 14)
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"Eh? I don't really know much about that Izzet but I think I've seen her around, I think she lives over there" *Gives you directions to where Falish works*
Ealoth looks at the door a bit puzzled. "Locked from the outside. Guess she's not here." He looks around to see if she seems to be around. He then turns his focus to the door. The heavy door seemed very out of place here.
Perception 16
It appears the door would require quite a skilled lockpick to open or an incredible tour de force to break open, you're definitely getting vibes of crazy engineer with master security from this door
"Doors cannot get in the way of apt JUSTICE!!" Menetey will attempt to charge through the door.
Athletics: 25
Huh, alright
Beyond the door, you see a narrow staircase that leads twenty feet down to a green-tinged copper door, with a closed sliding peephole in its center.