There's a quiet gurgle as the kobold underneath Skiaceq stops snoring. The dragonkin looks up in horror at the giant bird who's talons are piercing its throat, and it struggles desperately to reach its friend in its last moments as the second strike drains the life out of it.
BlitzKeir:
Damage rolls against unconscious targets have advantage and melee attacks within 5 ft are automatically critical hits (assuming they hit). This is pretty much guaranteed to kill, but just to double check since you were having issues: 22, 9, 7
"Which one of these things are we interrogating?" says Quarion, as Skiaceq dispatches one of the sleeping kobolds. "No sense in keeping both of them alive. Sounds like more trouble than it's worth. It looks like that one might be out for awhile," he says, gesturing to the kobold underneath Lissandra. "May as well tie up this one," gesturing back at the sleeping creature, "so we can get some information tonight. Time is of the essence, after all. Somebody must have some rope?"
Then, to Lissandra, putting the tip of his rapier at the neck of the unconscious kobold underneath her, "Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?"
“The one that won’t wake up brain-damaged,” answers Skiaceq with an amused trill while passing Quarion his lasso. “Hope you can untie that... I couldn’t.”
Quarion removes his sword from the knocked out kobold's neck to take the lasso from Skiaceq. After struggling with the knot for a few seconds, he says to Skiaceq, "You really made a mess of this thing, didn't you? Heat of the moment and all, I suppose, so to speak." He finally gets it untied and then proceeds to hogtie the sleeping kobold, just as it wakes up.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Quarion says to the groggy, restrained kobold. "I trust you feel refreshed. If you don't mind, we're just dying to know what you and your friends were up to just now. Some of us have friends who we have reason to believe are being detained by your bosses. Would you be so kind as to tell us where we could find them, and what it is they're trying to accomplish here? If you assist us, you have my word that I will do my best to keep my friends here from murdering you."
The kobold looks around groggily for a moment, then snaps to attention when it sees the bodies of its comrades. "What happen? Last thing I heard was music...." As Quarion's words sink in, it begins to realize the precariousness of its situation. "We follow orders... Attack castle. Know nothing."
(Go ahead and include appropriate charisma rolls as needed if you want information)
The battle died down quickly after Lissandra had dispatched the Kobold who tried to wake his friends. The others moved into position quite efficiently and dispatched the drake. The one whom she was most likely seeking presented himself as Skiaceq, confirming her quest.
The priestess started to speak, but he dashed towards the incapacitated Kobolds before she could reply, and quickly dispatched one of them.
“Hey!” she shouted.
But the half-elf intercepted, accepting the rope and, for the moment, kept the Aarakocra from his murderous rampage.
“Good. No need to kill helpless beings, assailants or not,” she eyed Skiaceq. “Name’s Lissandra,” she said as she knelt beside the Kobold she had knocked out, exchanging nods and glances in the direction of the Gnome and Half-Elf, as well.
“He'll live, I can tie him up,” she said and took out a piece of rope herself. “I've been looking for you, Skiaceq,” the Cleric said while tying the Kobold up. Eventually she finished and stood up.
“I'm working with Leosin Erlanther,” she explained, “I've been following clues of what's happening for a few weeks now.”
"No need kill!" the kobold exclaims, realizing with horror the fate Lissandra implied he had narrowly escaped. He squirms against the rope as the puddle of blood soaking into the stone floors starts to approach. "Mission was test entries. Open keep gate. Keep humans distracted. No know where prisoners taken."
The kobold, the smallest of the four that had been with this group, withers under Quarion's gaze, eyes darting occasionally to the blood soaked Aarakocra.
You don't think the kobold is hiding any thing. It needs it's brown pants.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Unless anybody else in the group objects, Quarion will proceed to cut the kobold loose, saying, "Useless. We figured that much out already. Alright, fine, I believe you. Get out of here you worthless pile of scales." He then mutters something in infernal. At this, the air between his mouth and the kobold's ears shimmers subtly. (Cast: vicious mockery (make a DC 13 wisdom save), Damage: 4)
The moment the cleric mentions Leosin, Skiaceq becomes deaf to the discussion the others are having with their captive. "Leosin!" He quickly strides back to her, feathers ruffling. A full night's worth of shock and adrenaline block his notice of the soot and blood staining his feathers. "Who are you to him? Do you know where my father is?"
Upon saying his father's name, Skiaceq becomes aware of his aggressive stance and tone. He draws in a long, slow breath and relaxes his wings and shoulders. "I am sorry. It has been a long night. Please tell me what you know."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Searching the mummified remains of the acolyte, Valji finds a golden amulet inscribed with a five headed dragon around his neck. At his waist, he had a soft leather pouch containing 6gp,6sp, and a small vial beard oil. In the acolytes satchel, Valji finds a number of rings, necklaces, and baubles which he would guess to be worth around 24gp.
Hearing no objections from his companions, Quarion proceeds to cut the kobold loose, saying, "Useless. Alright, fine, I believe you. Get out of here you worthless pile of scales." He then mutters something in infernal. At this, the air between his mouth and the kobold's ears shimmers subtly (Cast: vicious mockery (make a DC 13 wisdom save), Damage: 4).
There's a quiet gurgle as the kobold underneath Skiaceq stops snoring. The dragonkin looks up in horror at the giant bird who's talons are piercing its throat, and it struggles desperately to reach its friend in its last moments as the second strike drains the life out of it.
BlitzKeir:
Damage rolls against unconscious targets have advantage and melee attacks within 5 ft are automatically critical hits (assuming they hit). This is pretty much guaranteed to kill, but just to double check since you were having issues: 22, 9, 7
"Which one of these things are we interrogating?" says Quarion, as Skiaceq dispatches one of the sleeping kobolds. "No sense in keeping both of them alive. Sounds like more trouble than it's worth. It looks like that one might be out for awhile," he says, gesturing to the kobold underneath Lissandra. "May as well tie up this one," gesturing back at the sleeping creature, "so we can get some information tonight. Time is of the essence, after all. Somebody must have some rope?"
Then, to Lissandra, putting the tip of his rapier at the neck of the unconscious kobold underneath her, "Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
“The one that won’t wake up brain-damaged,” answers Skiaceq with an amused trill while passing Quarion his lasso. “Hope you can untie that... I couldn’t.”
Skiaceq - Lvl3 | Aarakocra | Monk - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Quarion removes his sword from the knocked out kobold's neck to take the lasso from Skiaceq. After struggling with the knot for a few seconds, he says to Skiaceq, "You really made a mess of this thing, didn't you? Heat of the moment and all, I suppose, so to speak." He finally gets it untied and then proceeds to hogtie the sleeping kobold, just as it wakes up.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Quarion says to the groggy, restrained kobold. "I trust you feel refreshed. If you don't mind, we're just dying to know what you and your friends were up to just now. Some of us have friends who we have reason to believe are being detained by your bosses. Would you be so kind as to tell us where we could find them, and what it is they're trying to accomplish here? If you assist us, you have my word that I will do my best to keep my friends here from murdering you."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
The kobold looks around groggily for a moment, then snaps to attention when it sees the bodies of its comrades. "What happen? Last thing I heard was music...." As Quarion's words sink in, it begins to realize the precariousness of its situation. "We follow orders... Attack castle. Know nothing."
(Go ahead and include appropriate charisma rolls as needed if you want information)
The battle died down quickly after Lissandra had dispatched the Kobold who tried to wake his friends. The others moved into position quite efficiently and dispatched the drake. The one whom she was most likely seeking presented himself as Skiaceq, confirming her quest.
The priestess started to speak, but he dashed towards the incapacitated Kobolds before she could reply, and quickly dispatched one of them.
“Hey!” she shouted.
But the half-elf intercepted, accepting the rope and, for the moment, kept the Aarakocra from his murderous rampage.
“Good. No need to kill helpless beings, assailants or not,” she eyed Skiaceq. “Name’s Lissandra,” she said as she knelt beside the Kobold she had knocked out, exchanging nods and glances in the direction of the Gnome and Half-Elf, as well.
“He'll live, I can tie him up,” she said and took out a piece of rope herself. “I've been looking for you, Skiaceq,” the Cleric said while tying the Kobold up. Eventually she finished and stood up.
“I'm working with Leosin Erlanther,” she explained, “I've been following clues of what's happening for a few weeks now.”
OoC: Can Q have advantage on persuasion given the position the kobold is in?
Persuasion: 18
If advantage applies: 23
Edit: Guess it doesn't matter if advantage applies!
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"No need kill!" the kobold exclaims, realizing with horror the fate Lissandra implied he had narrowly escaped. He squirms against the rope as the puddle of blood soaking into the stone floors starts to approach. "Mission was test entries. Open keep gate. Keep humans distracted. No know where prisoners taken."
Quarion looks for a moment at the kobold's face, trying to assess whether he knows more than he's letting on.
Insight: 12
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
The kobold, the smallest of the four that had been with this group, withers under Quarion's gaze, eyes darting occasionally to the blood soaked Aarakocra.
You don't think the kobold is hiding any thing. It needs it's brown pants.
Unless anybody else in the group objects, Quarion will proceed to cut the kobold loose, saying, "Useless. We figured that much out already. Alright, fine, I believe you. Get out of here you worthless pile of scales." He then mutters something in infernal. At this, the air between his mouth and the kobold's ears shimmers subtly. (Cast: vicious mockery (make a DC 13 wisdom save), Damage: 4)
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
The moment the cleric mentions Leosin, Skiaceq becomes deaf to the discussion the others are having with their captive. "Leosin!" He quickly strides back to her, feathers ruffling. A full night's worth of shock and adrenaline block his notice of the soot and blood staining his feathers. "Who are you to him? Do you know where my father is?"
Upon saying his father's name, Skiaceq becomes aware of his aggressive stance and tone. He draws in a long, slow breath and relaxes his wings and shoulders. "I am sorry. It has been a long night. Please tell me what you know."
Skiaceq - Lvl3 | Aarakocra | Monk - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Valji will search the robed man, looking for valuables and clues. He had no wish to interrogate the kobold...
Investigation: 12 (OOC: or just +1 if it's a perception.)
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Searching the mummified remains of the acolyte, Valji finds a golden amulet inscribed with a five headed dragon around his neck. At his waist, he had a soft leather pouch containing 6gp,6sp, and a small vial beard oil. In the acolytes satchel, Valji finds a number of rings, necklaces, and baubles which he would guess to be worth around 24gp.
"Baxter took all treasure. You take and let me go?" The kobold looks around in desperation.
"Baxter? Is that your charred ex-friend over there? It looks like my colleague has his treasure well in hand. Now scram!" Quarion says to the kobold.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
The kobold struggles against its bonds and look up at Quarion helplessly.
Hearing no objections from his companions, Quarion proceeds to cut the kobold loose, saying, "Useless. Alright, fine, I believe you. Get out of here you worthless pile of scales." He then mutters something in infernal. At this, the air between his mouth and the kobold's ears shimmers subtly (Cast: vicious mockery (make a DC 13 wisdom save), Damage: 4).
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Wisdom Save: 15
As the kobold is starting to leave, it falls flat on its face, dead.