(It's not homebrew no, I'm doing Krenko's Way rn, the adventure that comes with the sourcebook, it's just Falish statblock is of a Scorchbringer Guard yet there is no magic item for it)
Slag would hold the weapon in his hands, feeling its weight and inspecting its quality for a moment before looking back up to her. "So, the boss sent us a message asking us to check on you once he got out but uhhh... didn't tell us how best to get ahold of him now that is he free. You don't happen to know where to reach him now do ya? I have a few ideas for people to try this new toy out on.... ya know... for business reasons of course" Slag would say casually as he holds the scorchbringer in his hands.
"Krenko will be happy when we let him know that this is all going to plan. The Shattergang Brothers will flee in terror." Turf takes a seat on a random crate "Have you seen Krenko since the escape? We know he is laying low for a bit but I am sure he would have made time for his favourite inventor."
(Turf would have said this before slag, had I not been in a meeting)
"Yeah, Krenko is probably hiding somewhere near the drop point. Outside of Smokehouse Inn on Foundry Street, where we're scheduled to drop off the weapons, He and the Gruul were spotted entering a sewer grate west of the plaza."
"Menetey come administer justice! We got our information!" Turf turns to Slag, "Maybe I was too quick to judge, you might be an abomination to nature but you can be useful"
Ealoth's flappy ears perk up when he hears the words "administer justice." Fear of what the woman could do with all the weaponry at her disposal and not wanting to be on the receiving end, Ealoth moves back out into the street and scans the area for threats.
(Well she just handed her best weapon over to Slag, Turf sat down on a box that hopefully contains more weapons that she can't use, and if she tries something, Slag and Turf are in the room ready to pummel her to the ground)
"I may not be pretty but I ain't dumb." Slag would say as he points the new weapon towards the technician. "I was created by a bunch of smartest goblins in Ravnica! I got smarts and cunning for days" The warforged would jest as he trains the flamer on his target.
(OOC: Slag was replying to Turf while pointing the weapon towards the technician after Turf basically gave us away saying we got our information and possibly summoning our juggernaught gnome)
Erathas has just been observing in the background and not making his presence known in case this plan would have gone horribly awry. When Ealoth comes back out onto the street, he nods in his direction. I havent seen anyone coning or going this area. We should be able to get out and moving quickly and quietly before anyone can become suspicious of their ruse in there.
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
Ealoth looks to Erathas. His eyes seem a bit uncertain of what to do. "I'm not sure quietly will be an option much longer." The loxodon gestures to the doors. "They were able to learn where he might be later today. Then the milk soured." Unsure on how to proceed, Ealoth waits at the entrance for signs of danger.
Ealoth looks to Erathas and says, "She said that Krenko is probably hiding near the Smokehouse Inn on Foundry Street. She said Krenko and some Gruul where seen in the area going into one of the sewer grates just west of the plaza. We could probably look there once the others get back. If I can avoid getting into the middle of a goblin war, I'd prefer that."
While Turf is on the box waiting for Menetey to turn up, he taps his foot "Well this is awkward. I guess I will do it myself. Come peacefully and we won't hurt you, you saw what I did to your door."
(let me know if I need to roll anything, and Turf readies an action to cast poison spray at her if she tries to run or use the eversmoling bottle)
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Slag would nod to Turf and point the flamer towards the ex-Izzet. "I wouldn't try anything... I am sure my body could survive the flames if this whole building were to go up in flames, but I doubt yours would..." The warforged would reply as the light in his eyes dimmed.
(I am a little better, 7, though I currently have terrible rolling. As in 4 nat 1s in the last 16 hours. 3 of those attacking in another campaign, one in tug of war)
Ealoth watches as the human is escorted from her workshop. "Not sure we have time to deal with this right now,"he says to the others. "Can you turn her over to a guard?" Ealoth wonders how quickly news of this event will find its way back to Krenko and his men.
(It's not homebrew no, I'm doing Krenko's Way rn, the adventure that comes with the sourcebook, it's just Falish statblock is of a Scorchbringer Guard yet there is no magic item for it)
Slag would hold the weapon in his hands, feeling its weight and inspecting its quality for a moment before looking back up to her. "So, the boss sent us a message asking us to check on you once he got out but uhhh... didn't tell us how best to get ahold of him now that is he free. You don't happen to know where to reach him now do ya? I have a few ideas for people to try this new toy out on.... ya know... for business reasons of course" Slag would say casually as he holds the scorchbringer in his hands.
"Krenko will be happy when we let him know that this is all going to plan. The Shattergang Brothers will flee in terror." Turf takes a seat on a random crate "Have you seen Krenko since the escape? We know he is laying low for a bit but I am sure he would have made time for his favourite inventor."
(Turf would have said this before slag, had I not been in a meeting)
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"Yeah, Krenko is probably hiding somewhere near the drop point. Outside of Smokehouse Inn on Foundry Street, where we're scheduled to drop off the weapons, He and the Gruul were spotted entering a sewer grate west of the plaza."
"Menetey come administer justice! We got our information!" Turf turns to Slag, "Maybe I was too quick to judge, you might be an abomination to nature but you can be useful"
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Ealoth's flappy ears perk up when he hears the words "administer justice." Fear of what the woman could do with all the weaponry at her disposal and not wanting to be on the receiving end, Ealoth moves back out into the street and scans the area for threats.
Perception: 9
(Well she just handed her best weapon over to Slag, Turf sat down on a box that hopefully contains more weapons that she can't use, and if she tries something, Slag and Turf are in the room ready to pummel her to the ground)
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"I may not be pretty but I ain't dumb." Slag would say as he points the new weapon towards the technician. "I was created by a bunch of smartest goblins in Ravnica! I got smarts and cunning for days" The warforged would jest as he trains the flamer on his target.
"Umm, what?" She gets her hammer and goes down and gets an Eversmoking Bottle "Is this what you were looking for?"
(OOC: Slag was replying to Turf while pointing the weapon towards the technician after Turf basically gave us away saying we got our information and possibly summoning our juggernaught gnome)
Erathas has just been observing in the background and not making his presence known in case this plan would have gone horribly awry. When Ealoth comes back out onto the street, he nods in his direction. I havent seen anyone coning or going this area. We should be able to get out and moving quickly and quietly before anyone can become suspicious of their ruse in there.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Ealoth looks to Erathas. His eyes seem a bit uncertain of what to do. "I'm not sure quietly will be an option much longer." The loxodon gestures to the doors. "They were able to learn where he might be later today. Then the milk soured." Unsure on how to proceed, Ealoth waits at the entrance for signs of danger.
There seems to be no danger outside
Ealoth looks to Erathas and says, "She said that Krenko is probably hiding near the Smokehouse Inn on Foundry Street. She said Krenko and some Gruul where seen in the area going into one of the sewer grates just west of the plaza. We could probably look there once the others get back. If I can avoid getting into the middle of a goblin war, I'd prefer that."
While Turf is on the box waiting for Menetey to turn up, he taps his foot "Well this is awkward. I guess I will do it myself. Come peacefully and we won't hurt you, you saw what I did to your door."
(let me know if I need to roll anything, and Turf readies an action to cast poison spray at her if she tries to run or use the eversmoling bottle)
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Slag would nod to Turf and point the flamer towards the ex-Izzet. "I wouldn't try anything... I am sure my body could survive the flames if this whole building were to go up in flames, but I doubt yours would..." The warforged would reply as the light in his eyes dimmed.
Intimidation? I am really bad at it... 1
(I am a little better, 7, though I currently have terrible rolling. As in 4 nat 1s in the last 16 hours. 3 of those attacking in another campaign, one in tug of war)
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"I'm sure they're fine," Ealoth mutters out on the street.
So I guess that would add up to 6? Idk, she agrees to come in peace
Ealoth watches as the human is escorted from her workshop. "Not sure we have time to deal with this right now," he says to the others. "Can you turn her over to a guard?" Ealoth wonders how quickly news of this event will find its way back to Krenko and his men.