[Sorry, I forgot to detail that it appears like the people are waiting for you to come to them, not the other way around. They've pretty much done something similar to what you've done, but aren't going to immediately attack after you open the door]
"Hrm?" The goblin was mumbling and wringing his hands a little and pacing after making the Goodberries. It took him a few moments before he noticed Graelor's concern. "Oh? Huh, yes, I am okay. Thank you." He grunts and sniffs, "No, just... this thing! It- it smells all wrong. No." He scampers back to it.
"I will go and collect some samples. Black weird chalky stuff on feathers. White meat. Bleh. No tasty." He informs Sly (though not actually eating any of the meat just assuming from smell alone), "And weird. No blood either."
Packing and plucking some of the feathers, he decides to store them away for samples. "Interesting. This blood... man. Archivist. Whatever fancy smancy little-"He blinks. Salamander looks up at Sly, tilting his head. "Say, what did happen to this human? Our friends... yes.. they got turned into fish. Ugly biting fish. Then eaten away by some bird. Really ugly too. This.. Archivist-man really has quite a lot of the control here. Hmmm?"
His ears flick to the sound of the noises and Graelor's attention towards the other room. He narrows his eyes and whispers, "Yes... go see what is there." The Hawk Spirit flies into the next room as Salamander moves slowly follows it. He turns his head to Graelor to signal that he got his cue and begins to crawls across on all fours stealthily.
((Stealth 19 + 2 = 21 yooooo))
He readies his Produce Flame in his hand just to make light to see into the next room and in case if he needs to throw.
((Produce Flame: 8 + 4 = 12... uh no damage yet since it's more of a light until we see what's going on))
"WHO ARE YOU?!" He demands, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING... I can see you."He adds, holding the flame to his face like he's at a campfire story.
AWW GOSH THANK YOU FOR LIKIGN MY SILLY LITTLE GOLBIN MAN
[Should have mentioned this earlier, but just as a fun fact, your other two party members got turned into Quippers by a magic bell that they rang in the last dungeon that had Orc writing written on it (wonder who did that) Also has your hawk gone into the room where the voices are coming from?]
Sly is not sure how to react to the goblins mannerisms. Her upbringing was in high society, and all sorts of customs were being broken here. Alas, one should not look into a gifted horses mouth. He knew how to cast spells at the very least, that should come in handy.
"The human... this shadow weave tained him so much that he was about to turn into a monster. But he fled from us before that happened. He was no friend of mine, but it certainly seems like a gruesome fate."
The wizard also turns to the door, in some distance. Perhaps the creatures beyond were friendly, but one could never be too careful.
((A magic bell?! nooo death by the bell and also yeah the hawk spirit went into the room but unfortunately I just realized it only lasts for a whole minute so I don't know how much time has passed but I'm guessing it might just about pop out of existence soon oh no :( ))
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((A magic bell?! nooo death by the bell and also yeah the hawk spirit went into the room but unfortunately I just realized it only lasts for a whole minute so I don't know how much time has passed but I'm guessing it might just about pop out of existence soon oh no :( ))
[You've still got maybe 20 seconds of Hawk time left. Sorry, I got confused but you said you were gonna follow the Hawk, but then spoke from the opposite side of the door, but then also made a Stealth check, so are you inside the room with the voices or still behind the door? Sorry to keep asking questions]
((A magic bell?! nooo death by the bell and also yeah the hawk spirit went into the room but unfortunately I just realized it only lasts for a whole minute so I don't know how much time has passed but I'm guessing it might just about pop out of existence soon oh no :( ))
[You've still got maybe 20 seconds of Hawk time left. Sorry, I got confused but you said you were gonna follow the Hawk, but then spoke from the opposite side of the door, but then also made a Stealth check, so are you inside the room with the voices or still behind the door? Sorry to keep asking questions]
((nice hawk time :) Nah it's okay to ask questions!!! Oh yeah he followed the hawk into the room sneakily. Until he's in the room then he produced the flame and is standing there probably in the corner shouting and demanding and trying to be menacing. I'll edit out the door part.))
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Eggo Lass frowns at Salamander's findings with the eagle. "A shame really." she says. She thanks Graelor for the goodberries and readies for battle as Graelor scouts the door.
Telepathically she asks the newcomers, after hearing about the quipper-friends, (So did you two already know each other before?)
"Huh?"Salamander grunts, "Who said that?!"He jumps up and sort of bites the air, looking for a culprit. He then turns around, "Oh? It is you? How- what- why'd you do that?"
He looks over at Graelor, "Oh sure. I can do that. Um..." He taps his chin. "Oh yes, where do we begin? Aha!"
"Back when he told me there was a way to stop the stink or whatever weird contamination this DUNGEON-"He threw his hands in the air, "is doing to my land! Some way to.. heal it. Yes. Yes. To save it since the Blood Archetypist or whatever's magic started leaking onto MY LAND! Corrupting things. Making moles out mountains! Shadowy dragon-y things out of snakes. I was going eat those soldiers who come knocking on my swamp demanding of me rent. When he-" Salamander grins warmly over at Graelor, "Said there was another way to do it. Ohohoho! I nearly bit this man's leg off!" He waves down the severity, "In good humor of sorts. Of course."
"Oh yes, and he brought his two friends along. Well just one. I brought the second. Igor was a hobo-hobby-goblin who I renamed from 'Steve'. He became my contractual son. HEHEHE HAH! He lost a bet and so I formerly adopted him. He owed me so much money!" He slaps his knee, "Then of course, Graelor brought Edgor, a tabaxi, who is now a fish. Was."
[Sorry I didn't reply this morning, I was planning too but hadn't set out the map. Also, if the Shadow Weave is corrupting Sal's swamp, that means there's a particularly big one of the dungeons somewhere within it!]
After Sal has finished reciting his tale of woe to the party, the group prepares to enter the room. Graelor opens the door a crack, and Salamander, along with his Hawk spirit scurry to the corner of the room, yelling the aforementioned phrases at the inhabitants (You can roll Intimidation if you want). Then, once Salamander is within the room and everyone is prepared, Graelor swings open the door to reveal the full lay of the place. It's a large, mainly empty room, with 4 exits and a few crates and cooking pots scattered around, but the area is mainly clear. 7 orcs linger in the room around the central cooking pot, half staring towards Sal, the others towards the rest of the party. Anybody with a Passive Perception of above 12 also notices that:
The orc in the north-western corner is adorned with eye shaped talismans, and seems to be carrying ritualistic conduits for magic. He is denoted on the map with a white dot on his space
One of the orcs growls in broken Common 'Looks like we's got company. Ready dem weapons, boys, and prepear for a tussle!' If you don't want the orcs to attack, you have a turn to convince them not too with Persuasion or Deception. If you don't try or fail, combat will begin in a round.
[The green dot on the map is Salamander Pie, the orange dots are the Orcs, and the red dot is the rest of the party. I've only done that just to show the layout and obviously won't update it or use it throughout combat (we'd be here for an eternity lmao), it's just to build up a better picture of the room. Also I apologise for the size of the dungeon on the map compared to the empty space, I'm awful with scaling it]
"RAGHHH!"The goblin roars with the flame in his hand. He puts it right under his chin. "WE ARE GHOSTS! Yeah. Yeah. GHOSTS! HERE TO EAT- No- No- KILL YOU if you don't let us past!" He makes some sort of 'oooh'-ing noise. He squints as he sees their faces.
((Persuasion 9 + 1 = 10 ))
"And... if you don't uh... then... you know... pretty please?"
Nah man it's all good with the reply!!! there's really no rush! you don't need to apologize for anything. I was doing job stuff earlier anyways and also procrastinating more lesson planning right now mwahaha
Graelor rolls a pitiful 8 for Persuasion. Graelor bows (probably more offensive to the Orc than he intended to) and utters, “Your Majesty. It is an honor to make your acquaintance!” Graelor’s attempt to lighten the mood with humor backfires, he realizes. The Life Cleric braces for a fight, quickly going over options in his mind.
"Then of course, Graelor brought Edgor, a tabaxi, who is now a fish. Was."
Eggo Lass snarls at the mention of a tab*xi. However she forces back a smile and a chuckle follows. "Seems like quite an adventure. And indeed, taxes are the worst." She winks.
[[ I feel some Shrek energy in Salamander with the swamp. :D ]]
Seeing the orcs and Salamander's enthusiastic, though feeble, attempt to intimidate them, she takes a position near Sly. Seven to four, unless some got over their case of NPC flu. Not the greatest odds, but hopefully doable. Telepathically she mentions to Sly, (That white-dot orc seems to be a caster of some sort. Would probably do us good to get him down.)
Worth a shot to see if they could be discombobulated though, "And pray tell, orcs, what you're doing in Drow territory? Need I remind you what happened to the previous interloper that laid claim to these lands?"
Sly looks like a picture of polite indifference but groans internally. Another fight wasn't particularly what they needed at the moment. On the other hand, perhaps these orcs knew something about the dungeon?
She ventures: "Sirs I'm sure this dungeon is big enough for both of our groups. We merely seek to pass through and don't wish to bother your fine dining." The words exit with a slight twinge of desperation.
Graelor rolls a pitiful 8 for Persuasion. Graelor bows (probably more offensive to the Orc than he intended to) and utters, “Your Majesty. It is an honor to make your acquaintance!” Graelor’s attempt to lighten the mood with humor backfires, he realizes. The Life Cleric braces for a fight, quickly going over options in his mind.
The rest of the band of orcs cackles, but the orc that you addressed simply snarls. They say, 'Are you trying to make crockery of me, tall-man, or are you too dim for my jokes?' He growls and makes a threatening move, but does not yet attack.
Seeing the orcs and Salamander's enthusiastic, though feeble, attempt to intimidate them, she takes a position near Sly. Seven to four, unless some got over their case of NPC flu. Not the greatest odds, but hopefully doable. Telepathically she mentions to Sly, (That white-dot orc seems to be a caster of some sort. Would probably do us good to get him down.)
Worth a shot to see if they could be discombobulated though, "And pray tell, orcs, what you're doing in Drow territory? Need I remind you what happened to the previous interloper that laid claim to these lands?"
The eye-adorned orc in the corner calls out in perfect Common, 'You speak truths, fair mistress, though this section of their territory is inaccessible to them due to the Weave of Shadows cast over it, and frankly, it is more considered to be common land, as due to the laws of the 1272 The Common People's Land Decree, any land owned by the regent outside of his or her own territories is to be considered neutral territory for all parties, if the land was not seized forcefully. And since the Blood Archivist is the regent, as the Constitution decrees, and they diplomatically bought this site of heritage off it's Drow owners, it is considered to be free land for all, and so therefore, we are not trespassing.' He gives a smug smile - clearly this orc has studied up; you hadn't even heard of the 1272 The Common People's Land Decree, it was probably just some dusty old record made simply to appease friendly nations when embassies were settled, yet the orc has managed to twist such a law into reasoning on why this dungeon is common land.
[Preyfire, can I get an Intimidation or Persuasion check? You're the last hope before combat, so good luck!]
The orcs grin at the Sly's remark that the dungeon is big enough for both the groups. One of them pipes up and says 'Well, akshoely, this donjon's pretty ditsy, so there's only room for us. Das why we set up dat bell trap in the last donjon to get rid of some more exploara's, so we could 'ave this place all to meselves.' Another orc stands up and says, 'Speakin of which, you lotta taking up too much of our space. Best we get ridda you da fun way!' Soon the whole squad is up in arms and is ready to attack: Roll for initiative to determine whether you or the orcs go first!
[Sorry, I forgot to detail that it appears like the people are waiting for you to come to them, not the other way around. They've pretty much done something similar to what you've done, but aren't going to immediately attack after you open the door]
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"Hrm?" The goblin was mumbling and wringing his hands a little and pacing after making the Goodberries. It took him a few moments before he noticed Graelor's concern. "Oh? Huh, yes, I am okay. Thank you." He grunts and sniffs, "No, just... this thing! It- it smells all wrong. No." He scampers back to it.
"I will go and collect some samples. Black weird chalky stuff on feathers. White meat. Bleh. No tasty." He informs Sly (though not actually eating any of the meat just assuming from smell alone), "And weird. No blood either."
Packing and plucking some of the feathers, he decides to store them away for samples. "Interesting. This blood... man. Archivist. Whatever fancy smancy little-" He blinks. Salamander looks up at Sly, tilting his head. "Say, what did happen to this human? Our friends... yes.. they got turned into fish. Ugly biting fish. Then eaten away by some bird. Really ugly too. This.. Archivist-man really has quite a lot of the control here. Hmmm?"
His ears flick to the sound of the noises and Graelor's attention towards the other room. He narrows his eyes and whispers, "Yes... go see what is there." The Hawk Spirit flies into the next room as Salamander moves slowly follows it. He turns his head to Graelor to signal that he got his cue and begins to crawls across on all fours stealthily.
((Stealth 19 + 2 = 21 yooooo))
He readies his Produce Flame in his hand just to make light to see into the next room and in case if he needs to throw.
((Produce Flame: 8 + 4 = 12... uh no damage yet since it's more of a light until we see what's going on))
"WHO ARE YOU?!" He demands, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING... I can see you." He adds, holding the flame to his face like he's at a campfire story.
AWW GOSH THANK YOU FOR LIKIGN MY SILLY LITTLE GOLBIN MAN
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[Should have mentioned this earlier, but just as a fun fact, your other two party members got turned into Quippers by a magic bell that they rang in the last dungeon that had Orc writing written on it (wonder who did that) Also has your hawk gone into the room where the voices are coming from?]
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Sly is not sure how to react to the goblins mannerisms. Her upbringing was in high society, and all sorts of customs were being broken here. Alas, one should not look into a gifted horses mouth. He knew how to cast spells at the very least, that should come in handy.
"The human... this shadow weave tained him so much that he was about to turn into a monster. But he fled from us before that happened. He was no friend of mine, but it certainly seems like a gruesome fate."
The wizard also turns to the door, in some distance. Perhaps the creatures beyond were friendly, but one could never be too careful.
((A magic bell?! nooo death by the bell and also yeah the hawk spirit went into the room but unfortunately I just realized it only lasts for a whole minute so I don't know how much time has passed but I'm guessing it might just about pop out of existence soon oh no :( ))
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[You've still got maybe 20 seconds of Hawk time left. Sorry, I got confused but you said you were gonna follow the Hawk, but then spoke from the opposite side of the door, but then also made a Stealth check, so are you inside the room with the voices or still behind the door? Sorry to keep asking questions]
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((nice hawk time :) Nah it's okay to ask questions!!! Oh yeah he followed the hawk into the room sneakily. Until he's in the room then he produced the flame and is standing there probably in the corner shouting and demanding and trying to be menacing. I'll edit out the door part.))
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If everyone is in place and ready, I will open the door and am ready to face what is on the other side.
Eggo Lass frowns at Salamander's findings with the eagle. "A shame really." she says. She thanks Graelor for the goodberries and readies for battle as Graelor scouts the door.
Telepathically she asks the newcomers, after hearing about the quipper-friends, (So did you two already know each other before?)
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Graelor responds, “I think I will let Sal answer that question….he can tell it better than I can.”
Graelor waits for everyone to be ready and quickly open the door and drops back in a defensive position.
"Huh?" Salamander grunts, "Who said that?!" He jumps up and sort of bites the air, looking for a culprit. He then turns around, "Oh? It is you? How- what- why'd you do that?"
He looks over at Graelor, "Oh sure. I can do that. Um..." He taps his chin. "Oh yes, where do we begin? Aha!"
"Back when he told me there was a way to stop the stink or whatever weird contamination this DUNGEON-" He threw his hands in the air, "is doing to my land! Some way to.. heal it. Yes. Yes. To save it since the Blood Archetypist or whatever's magic started leaking onto MY LAND! Corrupting things. Making moles out mountains! Shadowy dragon-y things out of snakes. I was going eat those soldiers who come knocking on my swamp demanding of me rent. When he-" Salamander grins warmly over at Graelor, "Said there was another way to do it. Ohohoho! I nearly bit this man's leg off!" He waves down the severity, "In good humor of sorts. Of course."
"Oh yes, and he brought his two friends along. Well just one. I brought the second. Igor was a hobo-hobby-goblin who I renamed from 'Steve'. He became my contractual son. HEHEHE HAH! He lost a bet and so I formerly adopted him. He owed me so much money!" He slaps his knee, "Then of course, Graelor brought Edgor, a tabaxi, who is now a fish. Was."
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Player: Dragonlance
[Sorry I didn't reply this morning, I was planning too but hadn't set out the map. Also, if the Shadow Weave is corrupting Sal's swamp, that means there's a particularly big one of the dungeons somewhere within it!]
After Sal has finished reciting his tale of woe to the party, the group prepares to enter the room. Graelor opens the door a crack, and Salamander, along with his Hawk spirit scurry to the corner of the room, yelling the aforementioned phrases at the inhabitants (You can roll Intimidation if you want). Then, once Salamander is within the room and everyone is prepared, Graelor swings open the door to reveal the full lay of the place. It's a large, mainly empty room, with 4 exits and a few crates and cooking pots scattered around, but the area is mainly clear. 7 orcs linger in the room around the central cooking pot, half staring towards Sal, the others towards the rest of the party. Anybody with a Passive Perception of above 12 also notices that:
The orc in the north-western corner is adorned with eye shaped talismans, and seems to be carrying ritualistic conduits for magic. He is denoted on the map with a white dot on his space
One of the orcs growls in broken Common 'Looks like we's got company. Ready dem weapons, boys, and prepear for a tussle!' If you don't want the orcs to attack, you have a turn to convince them not too with Persuasion or Deception. If you don't try or fail, combat will begin in a round.
[The green dot on the map is Salamander Pie, the orange dots are the Orcs, and the red dot is the rest of the party. I've only done that just to show the layout and obviously won't update it or use it throughout combat (we'd be here for an eternity lmao), it's just to build up a better picture of the room. Also I apologise for the size of the dungeon on the map compared to the empty space, I'm awful with scaling it]
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((Intimidation: 2 + 1 = 3))
((Deception 5 + 3 = 8 ))
"RAGHHH!" The goblin roars with the flame in his hand. He puts it right under his chin. "WE ARE GHOSTS! Yeah. Yeah. GHOSTS! HERE TO EAT- No- No- KILL YOU if you don't let us past!" He makes some sort of 'oooh'-ing noise. He squints as he sees their faces.
((Persuasion 9 + 1 = 10 ))
"And... if you don't uh... then... you know... pretty please?"
Nah man it's all good with the reply!!! there's really no rush! you don't need to apologize for anything. I was doing job stuff earlier anyways and also procrastinating more lesson planning right now mwahaha
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An orc guffaws and says to Sal 'Yea, and I'm da King of Tyraa. Go back to playin' in the mud, ya silly lil worm, before we bash ya head in'
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Graelor rolls a pitiful 8 for Persuasion. Graelor bows (probably more offensive to the Orc than he intended to) and utters, “Your Majesty. It is an honor to make your acquaintance!” Graelor’s attempt to lighten the mood with humor backfires, he realizes. The Life Cleric braces for a fight, quickly going over options in his mind.
Eggo Lass snarls at the mention of a tab*xi. However she forces back a smile and a chuckle follows. "Seems like quite an adventure. And indeed, taxes are the worst." She winks.
[[ I feel some Shrek energy in Salamander with the swamp. :D ]]
Seeing the orcs and Salamander's enthusiastic, though feeble, attempt to intimidate them, she takes a position near Sly. Seven to four, unless some got over their case of NPC flu. Not the greatest odds, but hopefully doable. Telepathically she mentions to Sly, (That white-dot orc seems to be a caster of some sort. Would probably do us good to get him down.)
Worth a shot to see if they could be discombobulated though, "And pray tell, orcs, what you're doing in Drow territory? Need I remind you what happened to the previous interloper that laid claim to these lands?"
Intimidation: 2+6 = 8
//truly the dice hate us xD
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Sly looks like a picture of polite indifference but groans internally. Another fight wasn't particularly what they needed at the moment. On the other hand, perhaps these orcs knew something about the dungeon?
She ventures: "Sirs I'm sure this dungeon is big enough for both of our groups. We merely seek to pass through and don't wish to bother your fine dining." The words exit with a slight twinge of desperation.
The rest of the band of orcs cackles, but the orc that you addressed simply snarls. They say, 'Are you trying to make crockery of me, tall-man, or are you too dim for my jokes?' He growls and makes a threatening move, but does not yet attack.
The eye-adorned orc in the corner calls out in perfect Common, 'You speak truths, fair mistress, though this section of their territory is inaccessible to them due to the Weave of Shadows cast over it, and frankly, it is more considered to be common land, as due to the laws of the 1272 The Common People's Land Decree, any land owned by the regent outside of his or her own territories is to be considered neutral territory for all parties, if the land was not seized forcefully. And since the Blood Archivist is the regent, as the Constitution decrees, and they diplomatically bought this site of heritage off it's Drow owners, it is considered to be free land for all, and so therefore, we are not trespassing.' He gives a smug smile - clearly this orc has studied up; you hadn't even heard of the 1272 The Common People's Land Decree, it was probably just some dusty old record made simply to appease friendly nations when embassies were settled, yet the orc has managed to twist such a law into reasoning on why this dungeon is common land.
[Preyfire, can I get an Intimidation or Persuasion check? You're the last hope before combat, so good luck!]
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[Ah my bad, I had actually rolled already but forgot to mention in the post: Persuasion 10]
The orcs grin at the Sly's remark that the dungeon is big enough for both the groups. One of them pipes up and says 'Well, akshoely, this donjon's pretty ditsy, so there's only room for us. Das why we set up dat bell trap in the last donjon to get rid of some more exploara's, so we could 'ave this place all to meselves.' Another orc stands up and says, 'Speakin of which, you lotta taking up too much of our space. Best we get ridda you da fun way!' Soon the whole squad is up in arms and is ready to attack: Roll for initiative to determine whether you or the orcs go first!
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Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
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