"I was offering to do the acting since I have means of escaping if they don't believe me for some reason. In any case, this might require some... persuasion... but if you still want to go, we've got your back."
Fouder shakes his head. "No, you do it. You have the theatrics sorted already." He puts a hand to his head. "The blast has shaken me. I don't know which way is up." He heads towards the back of the group, uncertain of himself. He decides it will be better for them all if he takes a back seat until he has recovered.
"I intended for us to save lives on both sides", Solomon says with one eyebrow raised towards the rest. "Point them in the wrong direction, throw them off the scent. If you are intent on killing them however, then so be it."
"Why are you all so set on getting involved? It is quite possible that we will end up angering both sides and end up in an even more unfavorable position." Tennezaz says as he moves into the shadows somewhat.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Fingolin takes a second to digest Solomon's and Tennezaz's observations, then says: "I'll see what I can do. Be ready in any case.". Turning towards Fouder: "Chin up, Fouder! We all know how capable you are."
After inspiring Fouder, he walks out into view, keeping up the illusion of blood and arrow protruding from his abdomen. Silently, he tries to advance far enough so that it is not clear from which alley he came.
As soon as he gets into position, or he is noticed, he starts dragging his feet, clutching at his fake wound.
He croaks: "Help... Help... Elf... Firbolg carrying something golden." He falls to his knees, swaying, and lifts a hand towards an alley parallel to the one where the party awaits.
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Fingolin deception check - 13 DC 12, if below, soldiers inspect wounds vs spell DC - 5
At the sight of Fingolin walking out and collapsing they rush over with weapons raised. After hearing the message The furthest one stops and yells at the house where the other soldiers were and yells, “This way, they’re getting away!”
The soldiers wait for the others to sprint and form up. They charge towards the alley in a formation 2 wide and 3 deep.
Keeping a close formation the steel clad warriors begin to Make their way into the alley two buildings over from the groups position. when he notices the coast is clear, Fingolin raises his head from the ground and can see the soldiers are fully distracted for the moment.
Ekkiwe appears where the party is and prompts them to follow by moving a few feet and looking back at then, until they get the message. Fingolin is already on his way towards the house where the runners are hiding, moving out of sight of the soldiers should they look back.
When he reaches the house, he takes cover behind a stone column and waits for the others.
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Arell moves quickly alongside Fouder, darting over the street as quickly and quietly as he can. His boots lightly scrape over the grit on the stones directly in front of the house, and he catches his breath, listening and looking for signs of the Elves and the Firbolg within.
(I’m mobile only, can’t tell what you guys roll, I trust you to police yourselves)
Solomon trudges along, doing his best to remain quiet with his armor. He almost looses his footing in a pit hole but the others catch him in time to ensure the cacophony of armor falling doesn’t alert the guards. You make your way over to the house feeling good you’re not noticed by the soldiers in the Alley. You do your best to hide behind the columns or bushes. You know it won’t hide you for long if the soldiers come back.
Arell:
Peering into the house you catch glimpses of the elves talking at a table, having a heated discussion as the gesture towards each other with raised arms and pointing in directions to the north and south. You can hear the whispered shouts but can’t make out much of what they are saying. You hear pieces of conversation “shit show”.... “Cembessa”....Got to get North”....”****wads!”....”You go, I’ll hold off the rest.” . They are unaware of your presence right now. The Firbolg has set down the golden object on a couch in the living room. Getting a closer look, that golden thing is definetly an egg. A really big egg. Like dragon sized big.
So your view is peering through a window looking into some sort of living room where the egg is. Past the living room you see a doorway into a dining room where you can see the elves at the table. The Firbolg keeps walking in and out of view as you can hear his footsteps coming up and down stairs. The furniture looks in good order, high quality.
Nat 20 also gets you a look at their equipment. The Firbolg carries a Greatsword, two elves carries wands, and one elf carries a mace and an amulet around her neck.
After listening and watching for a while, Arell crouches down and motions to the group to gather close. "The golden thing is an egg. It's huge. But they will move again soon, with one staying behind to hold off 'the rest'. I don't know what that means, couldn't overhear exactly. I feel like they might be with Cembessa, or they stole from her, hard to tell. Their plan didn't work out, I could tell that much. "Ah, and the Firbolg is a warrior, two of the Elves are mages and the other Elf also appears to be a warrior, but with a fancy amulet around her neck you never know, these days. They seem capable, in as much as we are."
He looks around at the faces gathered, then glances up to the window once more."So, what do we want to do? The egg is in the room directly behind this window, and the Elves are in the adjacent room, with the Firbolg moving around a bunch."
"An egg?" Fouder repeats. "I think, if we are to speak with them, we should be careful and avoid spooking them. We don't want them to attack us and draw attention to both groups. Can anyone speak Elvish? It might be better if they hear it in their mother tongue. Alas, I cannot..."
"Or we leave them be and do not tempt fate by becoming wrapped up in their battle. I say we lot supplies once the battle is completely over and find a place to lay low for the night." Tennezaz says as he looks out at them from under the low pulled hood of his cloak.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Majority vote is talk. Tennezaz, I agree with you as well, but that option remains open even if we talk. Now, stick close, please. I don't want to get caught with my pants down, but also don't scare them."
With that, Arell looks through the window again, waiting for the Firbolg to start moving up the stairs, then quickly puts his hand up against the windows to push it open and slips inside.
Once inside, he quickly moves to a place out of direct line of sight of the Elves, then takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and rises to his full length. In Elven, he says, "They won't be coming here. We took care of that. Now, don't hit me when I come in, please. We're here to talk. No enemies, no allies." With that, he slowly takes a step to watch the Elves in the kitchen, while keeping a watchful eye out for the Firbolg as well.
OOC:
I'm at a bit of a conundrum since I'd like to move it forward, but I don't know enough details about the house. Is the window something I could have climbed through, is the front door locked, etc? I'm also assuming the front door enters into a hallway adjacent to the living room/kitchen.
Arell waits for the time to try and enter as he sees the Firbolg walk up the stairs and waits a few seconds. He opens the window ajar and begins to step through. He is straddling the sill as he puts the first foot down on the floor. The hardwood creaks as he puts pressure down. The “crrreeaAkkk” stops the conversations as the three elves instinctively point their wands and holy symbol towards Arell’s direction. In a whispered scream “**** they’re here!”
Arell is able to get out “They’re not coming this way.” As he says that he hears the trudging footsteps of the Firbolg walking towards the stairs.
The female elf says “what are you doing here? speak or we attack!” Looking to the elf on her left with the mace “go look for others.”
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Tennezaz will draw his crossbow and keep it hidden under his cloak as he steps back and does his best to remain hidden within the shadows once Arell tries to go into the house.
Stealth: 13
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"Mae govannen, mellyn nín!"Fingolin greets them, following Arell in. Raising arms and lute above his head, he reinforces: "May no harm come between us. We have just now sent Kolyyt's soldiers on a fool's search, but they could be back anytime. Let's not lose time in mistrust and be on our way. We're seeking an audience with Cembessa."
"I was offering to do the acting since I have means of escaping if they don't believe me for some reason. In any case, this might require some... persuasion... but if you still want to go, we've got your back."
Fouder shakes his head. "No, you do it. You have the theatrics sorted already." He puts a hand to his head. "The blast has shaken me. I don't know which way is up." He heads towards the back of the group, uncertain of himself. He decides it will be better for them all if he takes a back seat until he has recovered.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
"I intended for us to save lives on both sides", Solomon says with one eyebrow raised towards the rest. "Point them in the wrong direction, throw them off the scent. If you are intent on killing them however, then so be it."
"Why are you all so set on getting involved? It is quite possible that we will end up angering both sides and end up in an even more unfavorable position." Tennezaz says as he moves into the shadows somewhat.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Fingolin takes a second to digest Solomon's and Tennezaz's observations, then says: "I'll see what I can do. Be ready in any case.". Turning towards Fouder: "Chin up, Fouder! We all know how capable you are."
After inspiring Fouder, he walks out into view, keeping up the illusion of blood and arrow protruding from his abdomen. Silently, he tries to advance far enough so that it is not clear from which alley he came.
As soon as he gets into position, or he is noticed, he starts dragging his feet, clutching at his fake wound.
He croaks: "Help... Help... Elf... Firbolg carrying something golden." He falls to his knees, swaying, and lifts a hand towards an alley parallel to the one where the party awaits.
Bardic Inspiration to Fouder
Minor Illusion for the fake wound and arrow
Persuasion, Deception or Performance? :)
Fingolin deception check - 13 DC 12, if below, soldiers inspect wounds vs spell DC - 5
At the sight of Fingolin walking out and collapsing they rush over with weapons raised. After hearing the message The furthest one stops and yells at the house where the other soldiers were and yells, “This way, they’re getting away!”
The soldiers wait for the others to sprint and form up. They charge towards the alley in a formation 2 wide and 3 deep.
Keeping a close formation the steel clad warriors begin to Make their way into the alley two buildings over from the groups position. when he notices the coast is clear, Fingolin raises his head from the ground and can see the soldiers are fully distracted for the moment.
Ekkiwe appears where the party is and prompts them to follow by moving a few feet and looking back at then, until they get the message. Fingolin is already on his way towards the house where the runners are hiding, moving out of sight of the soldiers should they look back.
When he reaches the house, he takes cover behind a stone column and waits for the others.
Fouder follows after Fingolin, trying hard to remain quiet as he does so. He feels good, having heard the bard's inspiring words just moments before.
Stealth check if you need it - particularly with clunky boy here
18
Extra d6 is the bardic inspiration.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Arell moves quickly alongside Fouder, darting over the street as quickly and quietly as he can. His boots lightly scrape over the grit on the stones directly in front of the house, and he catches his breath, listening and looking for signs of the Elves and the Firbolg within.
Mechanics:
Stealth: 8
Perception: 11
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Tennezaz will quickly follow behind the others, wrapping his tail around his waist as he sneaks out from the alley.
Stealth:
22
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Stealth: 2
Not built (or equipped) for stealth, Solomon's boots crunch on the ground below him, mail clinking as he runs towards the others.
(I’m mobile only, can’t tell what you guys roll, I trust you to police yourselves)
Solomon trudges along, doing his best to remain quiet with his armor. He almost looses his footing in a pit hole but the others catch him in time to ensure the cacophony of armor falling doesn’t alert the guards. You make your way over to the house feeling good you’re not noticed by the soldiers in the Alley. You do your best to hide behind the columns or bushes. You know it won’t hide you for long if the soldiers come back.
Arell:
Peering into the house you catch glimpses of the elves talking at a table, having a heated discussion as the gesture towards each other with raised arms and pointing in directions to the north and south. You can hear the whispered shouts but can’t make out much of what they are saying. You hear pieces of conversation “shit show”.... “Cembessa”....Got to get North”....”****wads!”....”You go, I’ll hold off the rest.” . They are unaware of your presence right now. The Firbolg has set down the golden object on a couch in the living room. Getting a closer look, that golden thing is definetly an egg. A really big egg. Like dragon sized big.
So your view is peering through a window looking into some sort of living room where the egg is. Past the living room you see a doorway into a dining room where you can see the elves at the table. The Firbolg keeps walking in and out of view as you can hear his footsteps coming up and down stairs. The furniture looks in good order, high quality.
Nat 20 also gets you a look at their equipment. The Firbolg carries a Greatsword, two elves carries wands, and one elf carries a mace and an amulet around her neck.
After listening and watching for a while, Arell crouches down and motions to the group to gather close. "The golden thing is an egg. It's huge. But they will move again soon, with one staying behind to hold off 'the rest'. I don't know what that means, couldn't overhear exactly. I feel like they might be with Cembessa, or they stole from her, hard to tell. Their plan didn't work out, I could tell that much.
"Ah, and the Firbolg is a warrior, two of the Elves are mages and the other Elf also appears to be a warrior, but with a fancy amulet around her neck you never know, these days. They seem capable, in as much as we are."
He looks around at the faces gathered, then glances up to the window once more. "So, what do we want to do? The egg is in the room directly behind this window, and the Elves are in the adjacent room, with the Firbolg moving around a bunch."
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Fingolin whispers: "We could try talking to them. We helped them, they owe us a favour, they lead us to Cembessa. And they get themselves an escort."
"An egg?" Fouder repeats. "I think, if we are to speak with them, we should be careful and avoid spooking them. We don't want them to attack us and draw attention to both groups. Can anyone speak Elvish? It might be better if they hear it in their mother tongue. Alas, I cannot..."
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
"Or we leave them be and do not tempt fate by becoming wrapped up in their battle. I say we lot supplies once the battle is completely over and find a place to lay low for the night." Tennezaz says as he looks out at them from under the low pulled hood of his cloak.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Majority vote is talk. Tennezaz, I agree with you as well, but that option remains open even if we talk. Now, stick close, please. I don't want to get caught with my pants down, but also don't scare them."
With that, Arell looks through the window again, waiting for the Firbolg to start moving up the stairs, then quickly puts his hand up against the windows to push it open and slips inside.
Once inside, he quickly moves to a place out of direct line of sight of the Elves, then takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and rises to his full length. In Elven, he says, "They won't be coming here. We took care of that. Now, don't hit me when I come in, please. We're here to talk. No enemies, no allies."
With that, he slowly takes a step to watch the Elves in the kitchen, while keeping a watchful eye out for the Firbolg as well.
OOC:
I'm at a bit of a conundrum since I'd like to move it forward, but I don't know enough details about the house. Is the window something I could have climbed through, is the front door locked, etc?I'm also assuming the front door enters into a hallway adjacent to the living room/kitchen.
Clarified in OOC thread.
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Arell waits for the time to try and enter as he sees the Firbolg walk up the stairs and waits a few seconds. He opens the window ajar and begins to step through. He is straddling the sill as he puts the first foot down on the floor. The hardwood creaks as he puts pressure down. The “crrreeaAkkk” stops the conversations as the three elves instinctively point their wands and holy symbol towards Arell’s direction. In a whispered scream “**** they’re here!”
Arell is able to get out “They’re not coming this way.” As he says that he hears the trudging footsteps of the Firbolg walking towards the stairs.
The female elf says “what are you doing here? speak or we attack!” Looking to the elf on her left with the mace “go look for others.”
Tennezaz will draw his crossbow and keep it hidden under his cloak as he steps back and does his best to remain hidden within the shadows once Arell tries to go into the house.
Stealth: 13
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Mae govannen, mellyn nín!" Fingolin greets them, following Arell in. Raising arms and lute above his head, he reinforces: "May no harm come between us. We have just now sent Kolyyt's soldiers on a fool's search, but they could be back anytime. Let's not lose time in mistrust and be on our way. We're seeking an audience with Cembessa."
Elvish: "Well met, my friends!"
Persuasion: 17