"Oh looky, backup! Don't worry I got this dog!" Falkas yells at the newcomers.

Sorith gives a startled bellow when what looks to be... a horned person with hairy legs and a tiny, winged man both come barreling out of the portal, forcing the dragonborn to stop dead in her tracks and nearly causing her to drop her greataxe in alarm. 

"Excuse me, rude much?" she growls under her breath before shorting and shaking her head... only to bristle and grimace when she hears a certain voice that she really didn't want to ever hear again. "Nope. I don't know him. Goodbye." Bahamut's glittering scales, why can't he just shut up?!

A low snarl leaves the dragonborn as she finally goes through the portal, little tongues of lightning beginning to arc around her horns as she feels her anger spike. On emerging at the other side, the barbarian takes off running, greataxe at the ready as she charges for the remaining drake. At hearing the creature being called a dog, Sorith snorts, "Looks like a dragon to me!"

She slides to a stop before bringing her greataxe down, aiming to slice into the beast's scaly hide as she roars, "Die, dragon!!!"

Movement: 25 feet.
Action: Single attack w/greataxe, reckless attack declared.
To Hit: 15
Damage: 15 (slashing), +2 rage bonus
Bonus Action: rage

With a mighty swing powered by her towering rage, Sorith cuts the Drake clear in half. Blood and guts shoot out everywhere as the last Drake falls.

"Oh come on.. I had it." Falkas says, spinning the pike to sheathe it on his back but it disappears in a swirl of dark purple energy. He clears his throat, "So, down two, up three so net positive two. We're a big beautiful team!" He grins looking up at the giant dragonborn and the other two elven forms.

Falkas hears in his head "You let someone steal our glory, again. Maybe you should cut down the Dragonborn, they are a bit like a dragon and I could probably work with that."

"Only killing counts? I did some pretty nice moves out there.. didn't hit me a single time." Falkas whispers to himself, staring up at the big dragonborn with a sweatdrop running down his face.

The cerulean-scaled dragonborn throws her head back and roars when she sees her attack literally cleave the drake in two. Even though she's still coming down from her rage, a smirk splits Sorith's maw when she (finally) takes notice of the white-haired person.

"Hey, you're Bread Boy, right? Don't worry, Hodon won't be bothering you again any time soon. I gave him a few reassuring words, and now he believes you're a mimic. You're welcome."

"Yeah, I'm deadly with any weapon!" Falkas puts his hands on his hips, "What's a mimic? Sounds dangerous!"

"Hello new friends, I am glad you have joined us in our quest to save the world. The universe has spoken through our friend Baldan and he has guided us to this casino, where we are to steal an evil idol for the lady Lashaera. This will most likely restore balance to the realm or at least keep us out of jail. Either way, the divines require us to act or the world is in peril!"

Vrakhazar walks up to 12, she spits into a cloth and starts using it to wipe the blood off his face. While she is cleaning she mutters under her breath in Gnomish 

Vrakhazar channels her divinity through this process and 12 is healed 13 hp.

Vrakhazar goes through her pockets and produces a spare holy symbol of Tymora, it only has a few biscuit crumbs on it, and she gives it to 12 with a stern look.

12 kneels down before Vrakhazar. "Little mother, I am so grateful for the faith you show in me. Your healing power aligns with our noble purpose and we will surely succeed. Thank you for this symbol of your faith. When I return to my brothers, I will give it a place of prominence in my cell. The world will, no doubt, recall the manner in which we found a common purpose in staving off the apocalypse. I'm certain the gods are working through us and guiding us to victory in their name. Huzzah!" He stands and then leaps with excitement.

The half-elf gathers with the others and finds Sinak.  He offers his hand, saying, "Sinak, it's nice to meet you.  I am Elovar.  I apologize for not introducing myself earlier when we came through the portal, but we were thrown right into the thick of things there, weren't we?  I take it that you're some sort of...wizard?" His eyes take in your armor and weapons, "Or...no.  But a spellcaster?"

Once he is finished chatting with Sinak, Elovar asks the original group, not singling out anyone .  "I'm sorry that your friends had to return to the temple of Tymora in Tantras, but the high priestess sent us all here to augment your group and assist you in your quest.  We are to recover...something?  My cell was a little too far removed from yours.  Could someone fill us in on the details?"

Sorith's smirk evolves into a full-on grin before she replies, "You are, Bread Boy. Excuse me a moment." With that, she turns her attention to the drake's corpse before she kneels down and starts looking for a trophy from her kill.

Survival: 6 (You've got to be kidding me.)

Sinak extends his hand in return and shakes the hand of Elovar.  “Thank you.  Pleasure to meet you, Elovar.  Yes, I know some spells, some that are in alignment with what a wizard can do.  My Lady gives me my powers, she gives me the ability to heal, but also to harm, as needs be.”  His hand instinctually goes towards a raven shaped amulet around his neck.  “I just couldn’t sit around in that cell any longer.  I think I can help, in this task, if you would have me.. seems like we are destined to be together in this, no?”  He looks around from face to face, a tired appearing drow is before you, but with grit and determination in his face.  He is wearing leather armor, has a rapier in its scabbard, and he’s holding a shield.  He has a rather fancy cape that he stepped through the portal with, but it appears currently to be a traveling cloak, warm, and well lined.  He straightens up his equipment, preparing to hike toward their goal.  

“By the way, after you arrived, have any of you had the opportunity to discuss how we are going to pull this off?”  He looks up, listening to any ideas about the upcoming heist.  

I'm a mimic? He looks a little puzzled before noticing Vrak healing 12 again, Falkas yells out, "You all right Twelve?" Before he walks over to Sinak and Elovar. "I'm Falkas, the mighty baguette wielder and skilled fighter. Twelve is right, although we may have stumbled into this quest through the will of the universe and destiny and all that, but I really need this big win to impress my boss." He pauses as he looks around the party real fast, "We got to get access to the security room which has access to all the magic mirrors around the place, which we will need these magical pass cards to go through. If you can speak gnomish grandma Vrak can tell you more."

Vrakhazar start to shoo you all along muttering in Gnomish 

Sinak replies to Vrakhazar in gnomish, “Hold your horses, I want to see the Casino as well.  Let’s talk through our plan on the way there.  But I would like to sample their dip as well.”  He switches back to common.  “Nice to meet you Falkas.  I pushed the limits a little far, I have a strong desire to learn the secrets of how these casinos make their money, the tricks they pull, the magic they employ… I pushed things a little far and ended up in that cell.  But I have some new ideas.  In that lost and found, I found this marvelous cloak, currently I have it as a traveling cloak, but I was thinking of turning it into the disguise of a janitor.  A “lowly, drow elf in bondage.”  Employed at substandard wages to do the dirty cleaning work for this fancy casino.  And here, I have my magical bucket, which on first glance looks like it just holds mop water.  But in the seemingly never ending bottom of it, could hold a statuette so that it would be hidden and not on my person.  Who would suspect the lowly servant elf mopping the rooms to have such an item?  It’s a shame that I misplaced my security key card, if we could nick one or talk someone into the fact that I lost mine.  And… we need a mop.  Is that a start?”  He gives a mischievous grin to all of you, the cogs turning in his head as he walks.  

"Oh, thank Ellistrae that someone can speak gnomish now and I like that idea." Falkas says and starts walking too, "I wonder if.." Falkas tries to summon a mop through his patron's powers. Come on, if a baguette can be a weapon so can a mop, this will lead us to further glory.

Sorith snorts in derision when she finds nothing interesting (or intact, for that matter) enough on the corpse to serve as a nice trophy. Damn it, she really needed to stop killing things too hard but, then again, where was the fun in that? Her attention is drawn by voices, her verdant gaze settling upon Sinak for a moment as he speaks before moving to rest on Bread Boy. When the group begins to move off, the cerulean-scaled dragonborn moves to sling her greataxe across her back before she starts to follow, though she keeps a respectful distance from the others, merely content to listen for now.

Falkas hears in his head "Really, you want to change a perfectly good pike into a mop. Is that to help you clean up the mess you make of everything?"

[OOC] CG, I was going to give you a tooth for a roll of 6, that still had a bit of suspect meat on it. But Sorith probably wouldn’t want it.