Docking the canoe, Jaren commits the spot to memory, before drawing a handaxe and a scimitar and beginning to slink toward the supply wagon, jerking his head to tell the others to follow him. Stealth w/ advantage 5 

OOC: everyone who follows please note, you have advantage bdcause I have the patterns of the guards memorized. 

Cetar pulls the hood of his robes over his head and slips off the boat, crossing through the reeds and marshlands towards the camp, following behind Jaren. When they get close to the supply wagon, he pulls out his yew twig and spinning it counter-clockwise says 'Dwell in darkness and let the beasts consume you' He snuffs out the campfire with druidcraft and then casts the cantrip again to make the noise of a large marshland beast like a catoblepas nearby.

Stealth with advantage: 13

Balen watches warily as he moves along with them towards the supply wagon. Moving around as a Dragonborn wasn't as easy as he thought. First of all with the claws, he felt like it made him clunky and walk weird. Good thing he never wore shoes though because the claws would have broken through. Also the scales! It made him remember to use lotion. He grips his two daggers in hand as they sneak through the reeds.

"Nice," he comments once Cetar takes out the campfire. He peeks out from the side of the supply wagon to see if the distraction worked well enough. At least with a Dragonborn face, his presence would get them less likely to get caught. Hopefully

((I'm unlucky with rolls so I'm worried about this one))

Perception check: 15

Stealth with advantage: 12

Tildrash sneaks around behind everyone else, peering around anywhere he believes someone might pop out.

Stealth w/ advantage: 9

Jaren followed closely by Cetar travel to the wagon undetected. Cetar uses Druidcraft to put out the fire which is far too big to be doused completely. A piece of it is removed to the surprise of those looking at it, but it is quickly reignited by the surrounding flames. Cetar once again casts Druidcraft this time to conjure a deep growling scream almost like a boar but far more chilling. This grabs the Dragonborns attention several of the guards go to investigate. Balen continues after the noise disguised as a Dragonborn himself Tildrash follows after Balen glancing around. Seeing an approaching guard Tildrash has time to hid if he wishes but Balen does not go unnoticed. “Oi ya  who you? Whatcha doning?” The strong but gangly orange Dragonborn says. 

Hiding in the reeds, Jaren casts Thaumaturgy three times, causing the campfire to brighten, turn green, and ominous whispers to emerge from the center of the flames. 

Balen stopped dead in his tracks as the guard approached him, and he then cursed his luck in his head. The pointed claw on his disguised hand scrapped against his now scaly skin as he grumbled in his thoughts. 'Oi yourself,'  He struggled hard to fight back the urge to mock him.

"Checking out the strange noise over there. Was taking a breather, but I didn't know what was that. Nearly fell into the reeds back there," He chuckled in a gruff voice, "Want the rest of my sandwich?" He started to rustle through the grass for an imaginary lunch, taking the time to scan around for his friends, "Huh... must've dropped it. Hey what was that-" He pointed over when the campfire started changing color. "Whoa. Something's not right. We should check it out." He motioned for the guard to follow. 'You know what they say... run straight into the fire.' He mused to himself.

Charisma: Deception 10

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 ((Haha I’d say they get better with practice but unfortunately due to that fact that they are random they don’t))

Dragonborn Int check 7

His face glows with joy when you say he can have your sandwich and visibly becomes disappointed when you don’t provide one. He glances at the fire his eyes reflect its multi colored light other Dragonborns go to investigate he seems to want to as well. He focuses back on you suspicion's. “Ya didn say er name” he speaks brokenly as if common isn’t a language he commonly speaks —pardon the pun— he squints at your features as if trying to remind himself of your identity. “Er doent see femiller”

Cetar watches the commotion by the dragonborns and holds his breath. Clearly Balen's going to have to do some quick thinking or end up as the sandwich meat for the rest of them himself! Whilst the clan is focussed on either Balen or the fire, he takes his oppurtunity to try and enter the caravan. 'I'm going to break through a couple of wooden boards on this wagon', he says to Jaren, 'if you keep me covered with that magical fire of yours it should be safer then trying to get round to the front and entering line of sight. I'll then crawl inside and you'll have to repair the broken boards behind me with Mending. Wish me luck!' He then pulls out his yew twig again to cast Shillelagh and waves it along the length of his quarterstaff whilst chanting in Druidic; where the yew twig touches the quarterstaff, foliage sprouts forth from the wood of the staff. He then carefully lines up the staff with the side of the caravan wall and uses it like a battering ram, carefully trying to conceal the noise of impact behind the crackling fire and Balen's conversation.

Attack roll against the wagon: 11, damage 5

[Uh oh, that's not great at all lol]

Jaren grins at Cetar, sheathing his scimitar and drawing his other hand-axe. Moving over next to Cetar, he makes two quick attacks. 

Attack: 17 Damage: 8 

Attack: 23 Damage: 3

OOC: I'm hoping it does extra damage to the wood because it's an axe. 

Tildrash takes cover and watches as Balen keeps up his disguise. Stay calm, friend, stay calm.

Cetar sheepishly chuckles as Jaren hacks at the wood with the axes. ‘That’s a much more effective strategy than my quarterstaff, good job!’ he says, as he inspects the hole in the wall and prepares to wriggle through and enter the wagon, keeping a cautious eye out to make sure that the guards are distracted. He prays that if they ever do start to catch on what’s happening, Tildrash will be able to take them on. 

[I’m guessing that Jaren’s 17 and 23 would hit due to the fact it’s over the AC of wood and would hopefully deal enough damage to split the planks]

Balen felt a bit sheepish when the guard had actually anticipated a sandwich. 'Name, name... what are Dragonborn names?! Ahhhh'  His mind screamed along with a string of curse words. He noticed that the guard was having trouble with Common. He wished he knew Draconic, but he only knew stupid Goblin. The heat of the fire seemed to be getting to him as sweat started beaded on his forehead.

"Name's Krishnan. I'm not really new. I was out for a while." To make a lie believable, the more details the better. "My dad died five weeks ago and I was on leave. I just back yesterday..." He caught from the corner of his eye that the others started hacking away at the wagon. And it was loud. "But- but YESTERDAY m- my girlfriend broke up with me. After 4 years! And I- I'm just so so sad! D-e-v-a-s-t-a-t-e-d." He crumpled to the floor crying. He made wet, sloppy, sobbing noises. The changeling brought his sleeve to his eyes to wipe up these crocodile tears as he continued, "How- how do you mend a broken heartttttt?!"

((Charisma: Deception: 6

hghg I wish more practice and more skill with dice would work but alas the forum dice gods are not happy today))

(( I rolled a 3?! brooooooo his  + 4 charisma isn't saving anyone today))

Cetar looks over at Balen to see him crying his heart out on the floor as he tries to get through the crawl space Jaren made. ‘What an earth is he doing?!’, he says to Balen incredulously. ‘I thought Dragonborn were meant to be tough, especially those from Clan Gorthrax! He’s going to fool nobody with that blubbering persona! Quickly, do something to the fire, keep them all distracted!!!’ He scrambles around trying to get into the wagon, trying to squeeze through without squishing Zumu, who’s asleep in his satchel still. 

Jaren quickly makes a clap of thunder originate from the fire, desperate to make it look like the fire is summoning a demon or something.