Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

"Krrr! Keep voice down, we help!" Satisfied that the brigand heeded his words, Akai toddles into the previous room to address the other three party members. "Kahah! Last of brigands surrenders! Need one of you, good with rope, tie him up to stop any trouble. Need 'nother one, good with locks, to open door! Captive squeaks like rat, needs release!"

Irma removes the last Thug's weapons and stores it on his person. Irma pats down the Thug and makes sure he is fully disarmed. 

Investigation: 13

Irma picks up a shortsword, 2x light crossbows, 20x crossbow bolts, and 3x daggers. 

Those are all the weapons that their captive was carrying - he's pretty sure, anyway. 

After cleaning his blade on the thug he downed, Gregor joins the rest of the group, "I'm out of spiders. How confident are we that the rest of the house is empty?" He glances down at the disarmed thug, "And who might you be?"

The subdued miscreant remains stubbornly silent. 

Gregor, "Akai, this poor man's face is oddly... divided. I find it displeasing. Could you be a dear and help even out those burns? If we can't repair his mug, we can at least do him the courtesy of providing some symmetry to his complexion."

Please make an Intimidation check. 

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Please make an Intimidation check. 

 18

"Floxin!" the burned man growls. "And if you've heard my name, then you know who I work for. You'll let me go and you'll clear out of this if you know what's good for you. This ain't your concern, and it could be your death sentence. The Watch gets hold of me, by all the archdevils I swear you'll have a price on your heads in every city on the Sword Coast." 

Gregor sighs in exasperation, "Gods, man... you heard me call out to you by name during our rescue attempt and you want to play the quiet game? We're on the same side, and we're not clearing out until we get more information on the job you botched. That said..." He glances around, "I'd hardly call this a secure location. Do you know of an underground route out of here? How much does Lord Gralhund know, and can we trust him to keep his story straight?"

Please make a Deception and a Persuasion check. 

Deception: 13

Persuasion: 4

"Likely story!" sneers Floxin. "Go bugger yer mum with a rusty pike, you two-bit conjurer, I ain't jawing about any of my private business with you or your pals. Either stick a pin in me and be done with it, or scarper, and let me about my work!" 

Ian, thoroughly flustered with the day's events, says in a low voice to the group. "Well guys if you feed a man a shit sandwich, he's going to find it pretty shitty."

He then directs his next words to Floxin in a equally low voice, "Floxin, how about this, we let you go with your weapons before the Watch arrives and you can sort out your business another day. It's not exactly like this has been a quiet venture for our group or yours. I'm sure that you can continue your work under less time-constrained circumstances. But we're keeping one of your daggers as a present in light of the trouble we had to go through. My dear friend's back can take only so many crossbow bolts before we need more tools to dig out the blades."

Please make a Persuasion check. 

Persuasion: 25 

Floxin says not a word, but slowly gets to his feet. Locking eyes with each party member in turn, he slinks out of the bathroom and into the foyer, heading for the stairs. 

Midway to the stairs, in the middle of the foyer, he freezes. Out of the doors leading east from the foyer, two figures emerge - one House Gralhund guard, haggard and bloodstained, and beside him a massive half-orc wearing well-tailored aristocratic garb, the Gralhund arms pinned to one shoulder, coolly handling a brutal-looking morningstar. The half-orc sweeps the scene with his gaze, taking in Floxin disarmed and in retreat, the dead Zhent, and the party. 

“Well, isn’t this a turn?” he says, his cultured, courteous speech a strange contrast with his vicious appearance. “Urstul, my good fellow, here I was about to handle you personally, and it seems that my efforts are no longer necessary. A shame. I have been looking forward to a more...satisfying conclusion to our acquaintance. But who are these...guests? Party-crashers, eh?” 

Before anyone else can respond, Urstul snarls, 

“You’re dead! You’re dead, Hrabbaz! You and your ***** of a mistress are as good as rotting in the Abyss! You think you can two-time me? You think you can break faith with my...with the Network and walk away smiling, you treacherous half-blood maggot? We ain’t done here!” 

The half-orc shrugs. 

“Perhaps not. Let us rectify that oversight, shall we?”

He steps forward, casually swinging the morningstar from hand to hand. Floxin crouches, mouth open, eyes wide, arms spread, shortsword held low and weaving like a snake.

Each party member may either attempt an action in this moment, or decline to do so. 

Ian will decline from intervening for now.

Gregor will step up next to Floxin and cast Color Spray at the half orc 43

"If you're going to stab him, I'd advise now!"

Initiative: 15