"The trick is to do it without compromising my infiltration. I'm not much use as a double agent with the guards if I'm leading them out for a suspicious disappearance of their prisoners, and the precinct gets torn up. You got any way to pin the blame on the Daggers? Maybe if they disappear without leaving a trace, the guards would think the Daggers had freed them. That means no blood, no furniture knocked over. Best ways I can think for that are. Get some Ravens to disguise as known Daggers to help you. Wear masks. And use the Saffron as a decoy. I can say I found the kegs when I went checking if our warehouse by the dock was ok. What did we get, 8 kegs? Should take care of 8 guards if I fast talk them. Though I REALLY hate to loose the goods from a plan that went that well. We'll have to move fast to plant the saffron and get the help."
As Asbestos sits down at the bar Smithy walks into the Burnt rooster. Not trying to be sneaky or anything, just him being him with a Homunculus Raven on his shoulder, and a bag on his back. He sits at the bar and orders an ale, looking around if anything suspicious is already going on.
((Would Smithy know it's Albestos?))
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You don't find anything out of the ordinary over the counter. When you issue your challenge everyone briefly glances your way but most go back to drinking or whatever their business is, a few stare a little longer out of curiosity, but only one, a crusty looking old dwarf stands up and approaches you. "Oy, I can beats ya! Do you wants ta make it interesting. Say, 5 gold to ta victor?"
@Smithy
I will leave it up to Asbestos to say whether he has shared this 'persona' with you. Not trying to create a metagame situation but how well players know each other and things of that nature I leave up to you all to fill in.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The previous 7 Ravens who were rallied behind Steelclaw and now taking a few moments to pat Fyn on the back and welcome him back and such, just happy he's not dead after all, once again get themselves riled up and ready to go after some Daggers. They're now even chippier having two recognizable Ravens leading their little expedition.
Steelclaw just nods as he begins to lead the group to the location mentioned in the note for them to set up and wait.
"The trick is to do it without compromising my infiltration. I'm not much use as a double agent with the guards if I'm leading them out for a suspicious disappearance of their prisoners, and the precinct gets torn up. You got any way to pin the blame on the Daggers? Maybe if they disappear without leaving a trace, the guards would think the Daggers had freed them. That means no blood, no furniture knocked over. Best ways I can think for that are. Get some Ravens to disguise as known Daggers to help you. Wear masks. And use the Saffron as a decoy. I can say I found the kegs when I went checking if our warehouse by the dock was ok. What did we get, 8 kegs? Should take care of 8 guards if I fast talk them. Though I REALLY hate to loose the goods from a plan that went that well. We'll have to move fast to plant the saffron and get the help."
The brute finally turns his head as he speaks to his partner in crime, though her long explanation misses a crucial detail. "Lass....Laaaass.....oi, Lace." He waits for her to finish. "Now... two questions, Lass. Why would there nae be real trouble, a fire or a big brawl? And why would ye no' be in disguise when ye go to fetch te guard?"
"So you're saying "disguise myself, set something ablaze & report that"? Too bad Molly isn't here, she'd LOVE that idea. Problem is, I've got proficiency in disguise but don't have a kit." Lace whispers to Fist.
Smithy sees cinnamon sitting at the bar Why did he have to choose cinnamon, I kind of hate her after she destroyed my first design for the homunculus
Smithy thinks, not yet making contact.
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Both of you lead the 7 eager Night Ravens to the noble's house in question. Once there you spend a few nervous moments finding hiding places but don't have long to wait for 5 Silver Daggers to come along, slinking through the night like vaporous clouds passing before the face of the moon. One of them carries a 10 foot pole with 10 handles affixed to it, 5 to each side about 2 feet apart and alternating left, right, left, right so that there's a handle every foot. They quickly prop this lightweight ladder against the side of the manse and scamper up one by one to disappear inside a second-story window.
(Please give me stealth rolls and I'll apply a group check, if 5 of the 9 pass then your whole gang goes unnoticed.)
Raven 1: 16
Raven 2: 6
Raven 3: 6
Raven 4: 17
Raven 5: 9
Raven 6: 15
Raven 7: 18
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Yes! Abso-positive-luelty!" He is just so excited now. His eyes got a sort of wild glint to them as he claps and jumps up and down excitedly. Without so much as a word from the dwarf, Asbestos grabs the other man's hand and gives him a hearty handshake, and pulls out 5 coins, each one between his fingers in a fanning motion. As he is doing this he notices Smithy by the corner. His grin gets even more larger. But does he notice him? Does he remember this persona he used that extra special day when he tried to bring him some super-sweet-extra-piping-hot hot chocolate straight to him room when he was having that cold? His eye twitches. He wants to wave at him so bad.
'Hi! Hi Smithy! Hi! Hi! Hi!'
But that would just compromise the mission, wouldn't it? 'No you got to be sneaky!' He reminded himself.
He follows the dwarf to whatever table and puts his arm out.
Smithy looks at what the hell Asbestos decided was the smart thing to do now.
Really, a strength contest; you know that's not your strength right..
He than proceeds to look around the room, what could be the reason for Biscotti's interest in this place.
Investigation: 7 (if Perception is better suited just reduce before number by 1)
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
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@Asbestos
The crusty old dwarf flexes his bicep before setting his elbow on the table and grasping your hand, after hearing you shout "EN GARDE!" he pushes your arm down with all his might.
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@Smithy
Taking a look around doesn't reveal anything special about the 'Burnt Rooster,' quite the opposite in fact as it not only looks like it's going out of business but should already be closed. This place is a dive that is less than a quarter full, and that's including you and Asbestos.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Oh ho! I still gots it even after all these yers." The crusty old dwarf scoops up the gold coins and deposits them in his pouch, drawing the string he looks up at Asbestos, "Any time ya feels like a rematch ya knows where ta find me."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Gah!" The persona known as Cinnamon gasps (though Asbestos himself was just as aghast). He stutters, opening and closing his hands where the crusty dwarf held him. He doesn't even look back on the gold coins he lost. He doesn't care. His tiefling tail swings back and forth under the table. It goes and pokes at the leg of the dwarf from behind.
He jumps up and swipes the cup he ordered from behind the counter before swirling back in front of the dwarf. The changeling downs the cup of olives in front of him, even swallowing up the pits. He crunches on them.
"Again! Again!" He sticks out his hand and gestures back to the table with a flick of his head. "Yes... Make it double."He didn't even mean the money, but just a second round.
((Strength check: NAT 20 + 2 = 22 YOOO DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK I'VE BEEN HERE FOR YEARS))
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<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The crusty old dwarf sits back down and clasps your hand again and...
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...this time it's the crusty old dwarf who rubs at his arm.
"It must be ta weather at this late hour. So now we're even. Let's go fer ta tie breaker, 15 gold and ta right ta call themselves champion of ta 'Roost.'"
The dwarf gives you a stern look like you would expect him to give someone who swiped his drink.
"No matter ta outcome this will settle it as I've got ta be heading out. What do ya say?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Asbestos tilts his head at the look, then down at the drink in his hand. "Oh sorry!" He smiles sheepishly,"This isn't my Orange Squeal Lemon Peel. Sorry" Yes, that is the name he made up for his concoction. He hands the cup back at him and rubs his elbows too, accidentally copying him. Recognizing it, he then puts hands up, not even ironically.
At the proposal, in a flash, he goes over back to the counter takes his own drink- but doesn't even drink it. Just holds it there with one arm and the other outstretch for the arm wrestle.
"Winner, winner. Dinner of the Rooster"
((Strength check: 11 + 2 = 13 oof))
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<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The crusty old dwarf just grumbles and doesn't say anything as he clasps your hand for the final and deciding best of three arm-wrestling matches.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
It's close, as you each do a little give and take, but in the end the dwarf strains just a little bit harder and you do have a drink in one hand so aren't quite so focused. The crusty old dwarf just manages to pin your hand.
With a grunt and more rubbing of his arm, "Aye lad, ya are a strong one ta be sure but ol' Ruggin has not seen his last days just yet." He gathers up the gold and before putting it all away stacks 2 gold coins down on the table next to you, "Thank you my friend fer not insulting a Ranger of ta Far Hills. Too many have played a jest on me in recent years, but I could tell ya gave it ya best. Have a few drinks on me and enjoy ta night." He then heads for the door.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Not seeing anything interesting Smithy just look at how Cinnamon is losing the arm wrestling contest sipping his ale. Waiting for Asbestos to be alone so he can talk and see if Asbestos found anything yet.
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Both of you lead the 7 eager Night Ravens to the noble's house in question. Once there you spend a few nervous moments finding hiding places but don't have long to wait for 5 Silver Daggers to come along, slinking through the night like vaporous clouds passing before the face of the moon. One of them carries a 10 foot pole with 10 handles affixed to it, 5 to each side about 2 feet apart and alternating left, right, left, right so that there's a handle every foot. They quickly prop this lightweight ladder against the side of the manse and scamper up one by one to disappear inside a second-story window.
(Please give me stealth rolls and I'll apply a group check, if 5 of the 9 pass then your whole gang goes unnoticed.)
Raven 1: 16
Raven 2: 6
Raven 3: 6
Raven 4: 17
Raven 5: 9
Raven 6: 15
Raven 7: 18
Steelclaw just patiently waits as he watches the men enter and waits for them to come out.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The lowest DC of the 5 highest is 16 so in contest a 17 is required to discover your gang is hiding nearby.
The Daggers actually leave a man outside to act as a lookout for guard patrols and only 4 of them actual go inside. The minutes drag on until each one begins to feel like an hour but in reality they take less than a quarter of an hour.
The lookout's perception: 5
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
— A basic prayer.
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She thinks a moment.
"The trick is to do it without compromising my infiltration. I'm not much use as a double agent with the guards if I'm leading them out for a suspicious disappearance of their prisoners, and the precinct gets torn up. You got any way to pin the blame on the Daggers? Maybe if they disappear without leaving a trace, the guards would think the Daggers had freed them. That means no blood, no furniture knocked over. Best ways I can think for that are. Get some Ravens to disguise as known Daggers to help you. Wear masks. And use the Saffron as a decoy. I can say I found the kegs when I went checking if our warehouse by the dock was ok. What did we get, 8 kegs? Should take care of 8 guards if I fast talk them. Though I REALLY hate to loose the goods from a plan that went that well. We'll have to move fast to plant the saffron and get the help."
As Asbestos sits down at the bar Smithy walks into the Burnt rooster. Not trying to be sneaky or anything, just him being him with a Homunculus Raven on his shoulder, and a bag on his back. He sits at the bar and orders an ale, looking around if anything suspicious is already going on.
((Would Smithy know it's Albestos?))
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
@Asbestos
You don't find anything out of the ordinary over the counter. When you issue your challenge everyone briefly glances your way but most go back to drinking or whatever their business is, a few stare a little longer out of curiosity, but only one, a crusty looking old dwarf stands up and approaches you. "Oy, I can beats ya! Do you wants ta make it interesting. Say, 5 gold to ta victor?"
@Smithy
I will leave it up to Asbestos to say whether he has shared this 'persona' with you. Not trying to create a metagame situation but how well players know each other and things of that nature I leave up to you all to fill in.
Steelclaw just nods as he begins to lead the group to the location mentioned in the note for them to set up and wait.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
The brute finally turns his head as he speaks to his partner in crime, though her long explanation misses a crucial detail. "Lass....Laaaass.....oi, Lace." He waits for her to finish. "Now... two questions, Lass. Why would there nae be real trouble, a fire or a big brawl? And why would ye no' be in disguise when ye go to fetch te guard?"
"So you're saying "disguise myself, set something ablaze & report that"? Too bad Molly isn't here, she'd LOVE that idea. Problem is, I've got proficiency in disguise but don't have a kit." Lace whispers to Fist.
Smithy sees cinnamon sitting at the bar Why did he have to choose cinnamon, I kind of hate her after she destroyed my first design for the homunculus
Smithy thinks, not yet making contact.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
@Steelclaw & Fyn
Both of you lead the 7 eager Night Ravens to the noble's house in question. Once there you spend a few nervous moments finding hiding places but don't have long to wait for 5 Silver Daggers to come along, slinking through the night like vaporous clouds passing before the face of the moon. One of them carries a 10 foot pole with 10 handles affixed to it, 5 to each side about 2 feet apart and alternating left, right, left, right so that there's a handle every foot. They quickly prop this lightweight ladder against the side of the manse and scamper up one by one to disappear inside a second-story window.
(Please give me stealth rolls and I'll apply a group check, if 5 of the 9 pass then your whole gang goes unnoticed.)
Raven 1: 16
Raven 2: 6
Raven 3: 6
Raven 4: 17
Raven 5: 9
Raven 6: 15
Raven 7: 18
"Yes! Abso-positive-luelty!" He is just so excited now. His eyes got a sort of wild glint to them as he claps and jumps up and down excitedly. Without so much as a word from the dwarf, Asbestos grabs the other man's hand and gives him a hearty handshake, and pulls out 5 coins, each one between his fingers in a fanning motion. As he is doing this he notices Smithy by the corner. His grin gets even more larger. But does he notice him? Does he remember this persona he used that extra special day when he tried to bring him some super-sweet-extra-piping-hot hot chocolate straight to him room when he was having that cold? His eye twitches. He wants to wave at him so bad.
'Hi! Hi Smithy! Hi! Hi! Hi!'
But that would just compromise the mission, wouldn't it? 'No you got to be sneaky!' He reminded himself.
He follows the dwarf to whatever table and puts his arm out.
"EN GARDE!" He shouts.
((Strength check: 2 + 2 = 4 lol he gets slammed))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Smithy looks at what the hell Asbestos decided was the smart thing to do now.
Really, a strength contest; you know that's not your strength right..
He than proceeds to look around the room, what could be the reason for Biscotti's interest in this place.
Investigation: 7 (if Perception is better suited just reduce before number by 1)
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
@Asbestos
The crusty old dwarf flexes his bicep before setting his elbow on the table and grasping your hand, after hearing you shout "EN GARDE!" he pushes your arm down with all his might.
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@Smithy
Taking a look around doesn't reveal anything special about the 'Burnt Rooster,' quite the opposite in fact as it not only looks like it's going out of business but should already be closed. This place is a dive that is less than a quarter full, and that's including you and Asbestos.
"Oh ho! I still gots it even after all these yers." The crusty old dwarf scoops up the gold coins and deposits them in his pouch, drawing the string he looks up at Asbestos, "Any time ya feels like a rematch ya knows where ta find me."
"Gah!" The persona known as Cinnamon gasps (though Asbestos himself was just as aghast). He stutters, opening and closing his hands where the crusty dwarf held him. He doesn't even look back on the gold coins he lost. He doesn't care. His tiefling tail swings back and forth under the table. It goes and pokes at the leg of the dwarf from behind.
He jumps up and swipes the cup he ordered from behind the counter before swirling back in front of the dwarf. The changeling downs the cup of olives in front of him, even swallowing up the pits. He crunches on them.
"Again! Again!" He sticks out his hand and gestures back to the table with a flick of his head. "Yes... Make it double." He didn't even mean the money, but just a second round.
((Strength check: NAT 20 + 2 = 22 YOOO DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK I'VE BEEN HERE FOR YEARS))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
The crusty old dwarf sits back down and clasps your hand again and...
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...this time it's the crusty old dwarf who rubs at his arm.
"It must be ta weather at this late hour. So now we're even. Let's go fer ta tie breaker, 15 gold and ta right ta call themselves champion of ta 'Roost.'"
The dwarf gives you a stern look like you would expect him to give someone who swiped his drink.
"No matter ta outcome this will settle it as I've got ta be heading out. What do ya say?"
Asbestos tilts his head at the look, then down at the drink in his hand. "Oh sorry!" He smiles sheepishly, "This isn't my Orange Squeal Lemon Peel. Sorry" Yes, that is the name he made up for his concoction. He hands the cup back at him and rubs his elbows too, accidentally copying him. Recognizing it, he then puts hands up, not even ironically.
At the proposal, in a flash, he goes over back to the counter takes his own drink- but doesn't even drink it. Just holds it there with one arm and the other outstretch for the arm wrestle.
"Winner, winner. Dinner of the Rooster"
((Strength check: 11 + 2 = 13 oof))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
The crusty old dwarf just grumbles and doesn't say anything as he clasps your hand for the final and deciding best of three arm-wrestling matches.
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It's close, as you each do a little give and take, but in the end the dwarf strains just a little bit harder and you do have a drink in one hand so aren't quite so focused. The crusty old dwarf just manages to pin your hand.
With a grunt and more rubbing of his arm, "Aye lad, ya are a strong one ta be sure but ol' Ruggin has not seen his last days just yet." He gathers up the gold and before putting it all away stacks 2 gold coins down on the table next to you, "Thank you my friend fer not insulting a Ranger of ta Far Hills. Too many have played a jest on me in recent years, but I could tell ya gave it ya best. Have a few drinks on me and enjoy ta night." He then heads for the door.
Not seeing anything interesting Smithy just look at how Cinnamon is losing the arm wrestling contest sipping his ale. Waiting for Asbestos to be alone so he can talk and see if Asbestos found anything yet.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Steelclaw just patiently waits as he watches the men enter and waits for them to come out.
OOC: Stealth Roll 16
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
The lowest DC of the 5 highest is 16 so in contest a 17 is required to discover your gang is hiding nearby.
The Daggers actually leave a man outside to act as a lookout for guard patrols and only 4 of them actual go inside. The minutes drag on until each one begins to feel like an hour but in reality they take less than a quarter of an hour.
The lookout's perception: 5