Pointing towards the Goblins, Carilius casts Shatter.
A sudden loud ringing noise, painfully intense, erupts from a point of your choice within range. Each creature in a 10-foot-radius sphere centered on that point must make a CON15 saving throw. A creature takes 20 thunder damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.
There is a metallic ringing noise coming from a room to the north of the where Carilius dispatched the goblins. Creeping forward you see a massive smithy, operating itself, while two ettins, a female and a male, argue over something.
To those who do not speak giant its loud gibberish but to those who speak it you understand that Krung-Jung (female) and Bokk-Nokkin (male) are arguing over how large a club they should make for the Xanathar to release their bondage and how a beholder would even use a greatclub. Hanging from a pedestal next to the forge is a darkly forged sword, which has a baleful aura to Carilius' senses.
Greetings! I am Jhee-Kharr Wordpainter Thunukalathi.
My goodness, what an artful forge that is to be moving by itself. You must both be very skilled.
Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn't help jut overhear you both puzzling over a problem. I think I have an elegant solution but.....no, you're both too skilled. You'd surely already have thought of it....
Krung-Jung turns one head towards you as does Bokk-Nokkin the other head glaring balefully at the other ettin. “Krung, maybe Jung, is definitely skilled enough little cousin. Bokk-Nokkin is only good for mating and keeping me fed. Now unless you want to join in we suggest you speak up before we get hungry.”
As lovely as you are, I shall have to decline this time my bountiful lady.
Well the way I see it, the way you show Xanathar you deserve freedom with your gift/tribute is to also show him you are mighty. Build the biggest club you can. HUGE.
As for how the beholder will be holding it? He doesn't have to. Are you familiar with with the stories of dancing blades? The are very real, I assure you. I have seen them on my travels. And by the look of your forge you have the artifice to make something move on its own. Then his holding of it won't be an issue.
Stepping out from behind Jhee Khars mass Eoan emerges. Staring at one Ettin then the other . “I’d say you two have got it all wrong myself.... A large club isn’t what you need . It’s one with a really , really , pissed off demon inside that revels in an Ettin massacre . A weapon like that would be something to be feared don’t you think ? “
slamming the hilt of his spear on the floor as black smoke billows from the tip as the air crackles and snaps with thunder.
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Leo, sensing the eagerness in the group, slips to the shadows to get a first strike
stealth 15
Leo leans around the corner, aiming for the nearest bugbear and looses his arrows
Attack: 27 Damage: 12
Attack: 26 Damage: 12
hoardbreaker Attack: 26 Damage: 6
Stealth 13
Sig stealth 4
Stealth 22
Stealth - 22
18Leowin
Pointing towards the Goblins, Carilius casts Shatter.
A sudden loud ringing noise, painfully intense, erupts from a point of your choice within range. Each creature in a 10-foot-radius sphere centered on that point must make a CON15 saving throw. A creature takes 20 thunder damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.
Eoan running in with the spear throws and a kick to the chops
Attack: 20 Damage: 16
Attack: 14 Damage: 12
Attack: 14 Damage: 9
Next up is Jhee-Kharr with the staff-staff-kick combo on the remaining bugbear
Attack: 23 Damage: 6
Attack: 20 Damage: 8
Attack: 26 Damage: 8
Leowin slips around Jhee-Khar and plunges his short sword into the flank of the remaining bugbear
Attack: 21 Damage: 9
sneak attack 12
The blade punches up through the creatures side, the tip exploding out in a fountain of ichor from the base of teh bug bears throat.
All enemies are dead in these two rooms. 79 gold coins are found among the bodies
There is a metallic ringing noise coming from a room to the north of the where Carilius dispatched the goblins. Creeping forward you see a massive smithy, operating itself, while two ettins, a female and a male, argue over something.
To those who do not speak giant its loud gibberish but to those who speak it you understand that Krung-Jung (female) and Bokk-Nokkin (male) are arguing over how large a club they should make for the Xanathar to release their bondage and how a beholder would even use a greatclub. Hanging from a pedestal next to the forge is a darkly forged sword, which has a baleful aura to Carilius' senses.
Greetings! I am Jhee-Kharr Wordpainter Thunukalathi.
My goodness, what an artful forge that is to be moving by itself. You must both be very skilled.
Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn't help jut overhear you both puzzling over a problem. I think I have an elegant solution but.....no, you're both too skilled. You'd surely already have thought of it....
Krung-Jung turns one head towards you as does Bokk-Nokkin the other head glaring balefully at the other ettin.
“Krung, maybe Jung, is definitely skilled enough little cousin. Bokk-Nokkin is only good for mating and keeping me fed. Now unless you want to join in we suggest you speak up before we get hungry.”
As lovely as you are, I shall have to decline this time my bountiful lady.
Well the way I see it, the way you show Xanathar you deserve freedom with your gift/tribute is to also show him you are mighty. Build the biggest club you can. HUGE.
As for how the beholder will be holding it? He doesn't have to. Are you familiar with with the stories of dancing blades? The are very real, I assure you. I have seen them on my travels. And by the look of your forge you have the artifice to make something move on its own. Then his holding of it won't be an issue.
Persuasion - 10
Insight 12
Leo, seeing the conversation turn sour, slips to the shadows, ready to strike if required
stealth 21
Stepping out from behind Jhee Khars mass Eoan emerges. Staring at one Ettin then the other . “I’d say you two have got it all wrong myself.... A large club isn’t what you need . It’s one with a really , really , pissed off demon inside that revels in an Ettin massacre . A weapon like that would be something to be feared don’t you think ? “
slamming the hilt of his spear on the floor as black smoke billows from the tip as the air crackles and snaps with thunder.