"I have made each of you invisible in the past and I only do that once a day. You have to share." Rags tells Marckus.
"I could polymorph you into a cave snail if you would like?"
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Rags casts Invisibility on Kronug to encourage his kamikaze sneaky plan and activates his flight hex on himself. "Go forth and murderize!" he tells the barbarian.
We move quietly to the exit from the city and scout it out.
Sneaky sneakersons is my vote.
"I can dimension door us past the guards if we are careful, or I can dimension door myself past the guards if Kronug and Marcus want to kill them."
"Ok, so we should be careful, but we're not going to start a riot when we walk outside of this house. Let's go."
That qiestion was more along the lines of how much city we have to cross.
How far is it from the Drow house to the tunnel to the elf gate?
"Ok ... Ok ... we'll go .... but I don't know how a city full of drow are going to react to us walking through on our way home."
"Could I trade you a slightly used raccoon for that big mithral statue?" Rags asks the wizard.
Fingers crossed that she is going to grant my raccoon the power of speech!
"Marckus, thats a map to a gate back to the surface...."
"I'm betting it's all just a marketing campaign to encourage undead tourism and that it's not that bad at all."
"So this Land of Black Blood, is that name descriptive or is that just a symbolic sort of thing. You know, the Azzies move in and tag it with a really evil sounding name so nobody else wants to come visit? Maybe?"
"It's disappointing that we have to leave now, my raccoon still has an erection."
"I'll watch the stairs and clog things up with a stink cloud if more guards show up."
"Probably ought to search this place and get ready to make a hasty exit."
Accursed Hex to retry Agony Hex on #2 (DC20 Fort)
Use Agony Hex on one of the new additions (DC20 Fort)
Rags readies an action to agony hex anyone who steps into the doorway. (DC20 Fort)
Fort save for #5?
5' step to view the doorway. I'd tell everyone what that drider did, but someone shut down communication......
Agony hex on #5
no problem, I can hex quietly in the corner I think
Rags throws it back. and makes a Fort save
and starts coughing and wheezing .... "smooth......" he gasps out between his lips.
"Something harsh and smokey......" Rags rasps out.
"Drinks first." Rags replies to Markus and he makes a beeline for the iron bar. "Line 'em up barkeep!" Rags barks to the bartender as he slaps down some gold.
My raccoon gets a woodie.
"No reason to sneak. We know the password, I need a drink, and my raccoon wants to get laid." Rags leads the group into the den of ill repute.
"Somebody oil up Kronug, there's going to be a table dancing competition."
"Uhhh ... don't forget that we're undercover. No preaching the good word in the brothel."
"The last know place of employment for Ulthar's mother, I believe."
"I really like the sound of this place. Maybe we should keep it after we we kill whatshisname ...."
I mean, one of them is just: feat and feats are pretty good.
I've always thought advanced rogue talents were pretty decent.
"Let's stop and consider for a moment the existential crisis that becoming that which we hate most has thrust upon us."
"So we're just going to kill a bartender/innkeeper? Shouldn't that be against our union rules? Rags ponders as we leave to wreck havoc across the underground nightclub scene.
"We just took the shares of the dead guys. We'll see our tavern someday."
"That's a trick question, right? Nobody has any allies in a drow city."
"I was a little fuzzy on the technical details, but I believe a necromancer transferred our souls into the bodies of deceased drow candidates." Rags tells the wizardress. "It happened really fast and I'm a little fuzzy on the 'can you undo this' part of the details. If that turns out to be a problem, then we're going to have to relocate the bar underground and work on perfecting our evil sneers." "For most of this merry band of barkeeps, these new bodies are an improvement, so I'm sure it'll be alright if we have to become full time dark elves after we prevent the impending apocalypse." "By the way, the Raccoon god apparently frowned on transferring the consciousness of his chosen avatar into a new vessel. So we're stuck with Trash Panda here for the duration."
"Our primary concern is making sure a big chunk of star iron doesn't destroy the tavern we just acquired before we get a chance to fix it up nice." Rags supplies helpfully. Rags then cocks his head and listens as Trash Panda stands on his hind legs and chitters animatedly. The witch points to the bedraggled creature on his shoulder and continues "He says the totem spirit of the raccoon god sent him to save the world....."
"The plans seems to revolve around a cataclysm of epic proportions. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies ... Rivers and seas boiling ... Forty years of darkness ... Earthquakes, volcanoes... The dead rising from the grave .... Human sacrifice ... dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!" "All of this to settle petty squabbles over who lives in the light and who lives in darkness."
Trash Panda stands up on Rags shoulder and puts one little finger up to his raccoon lips, hoping to influence the drow lady to keep our secret.
"Is that a strawberry? I just love strawberries..."
Rags restrains Trash Panda from hiking his leg and peeing on any of the furniture.
Anybody down there notice bodies dropping from the sky?
Rags mounts back up on his lizard.
Will save from #7?
Oh, he is! He has a Grease wand too. The Heal wand is for after.
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