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Post by Igordragonian on Sept 5, 2021 10:02:38 GMT -8
Migor would try sneak path them.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Sept 5, 2021 10:14:39 GMT -8
Migor, through sheer luck, manages to pass by the guards and slip into the main hall. The good news is, no monks are within sight. The bad news is, he can hear the lumbering and growling of the orogs--and they're coming his way!
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Post by Daos on Sept 5, 2021 14:37:19 GMT -8
Iroas follows along, waiting for a good opportunity to slip away if at all possible.
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Post by Igordragonian on Sept 5, 2021 23:17:09 GMT -8
Migor cast minor illusion-making sounds of screams of battles from the other direction, in hope to make the orogs go the other way
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Post by GravityEmblem on Sept 9, 2021 5:03:00 GMT -8
Iroas:
As Iroas and Savra join the orogs in walking towards the main hall, they whip their heads around at the sounds of a battle.
"Where is it! I wanna smash somethin'!" the sole ogre roars. They rush towards the sound, pause, and turn around, dumbfounded.
"Did...did we just pass it?" the bearded leader asks. They trundle over to the spot where the sound is apparently coming from.
"What is this, an illusion or something?" the Ogre asks.
"They're distracted, what now?" Savra whispers to Iroas.
Migor:
The sound of stomping pauses, then heads in the other direction. Migor slips away through the only safe door, which leads to a hallway in the west. Before he can move on, a small monk--a halfling or gnome--passes through the nearest door, yawning.
"Morning, Mr. Kobold," he mumbles, before whipping off his mask and rubbing his eyes, shocked at the sight of Migor.
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Post by Daos on Sept 9, 2021 14:59:41 GMT -8
While the ogres are distracted, if there is a room or hallway Iroas and Savra can use to slip away and separate from them, he'll grab the young woman's wrist and quietly lead her in that direction.
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Post by Igordragonian on Sept 10, 2021 3:34:09 GMT -8
"Morning morning!" Migor chrip happily. "Can I borrow this?' He ask and try to grab the mask
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Post by GravityEmblem on Sept 10, 2021 6:25:55 GMT -8
Iroas:
Iroas and Savra slip into a long, narrow court paved with red sandstone, with no roof to be spoken of. Gargoyles statues stand by a grand copper gate to the north, doors lead to hallways in the east and west, and big windows allow you to peer into the main entrance in the south.
Migor:
The Halfling arches his eyebrows. "Hey, that's mine! And what do you need it for?" he snaps, snatching the mask back. "Why don't you have your own mask? And aren't you Kobolds aligned with the Eternal Flame?" he interrogates.
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Post by Igordragonian on Sept 10, 2021 6:29:32 GMT -8
"I lost mine, and in the whole chaos here, I dont want to be targeted!"
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Post by GravityEmblem on Sept 10, 2021 6:57:26 GMT -8
Migor:
The halfling arches his eyebrow again. "What chaos? And if you don't want to be targeted, I can stick up for you. If you'll explain why you don't have your own and mask and 'say, aren't the Kobolds aligned with the Eternal Flame?'"
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Post by Daos on Sept 10, 2021 14:40:10 GMT -8
"Alright," Iroas says to Savra. "I don't...really know where we are. But Bruldenthar said the others were 'taken below,' so we need to find a way back downstairs." He sighs. "We've also seem to lost Migor, and I'm not sure where he is, either..."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Sept 11, 2021 6:57:08 GMT -8
Iroas:
Savra scratches her head. "Well, we could go back in the hallway and sneak through the stairway while the Orogs are still distracted. But then we'd be without Migor."
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Post by Daos on Sept 11, 2021 14:17:20 GMT -8
"We should not have separated, especially without establishing a rendezvous point," Iroas laments. "Well, Migor knew where we were going. At least, I hope he did. We can't wander the halls hoping to bump into him. We'll just have to hope he'll do the same thing and head downstairs." He'll try and lead her back to the stairs they found before.
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Post by Igordragonian on Sept 11, 2021 15:27:40 GMT -8
"Ah. Wait!" Migor dig in his backbag, oull out random objects, like bones, green loafs of bread, with sauce he splatter as he dig. "Here it is!" As his hands in the bag, he cast minor illusion to make an illusion of the mask, even adding a scratch mark, and stains of soup and sauce. "Just a messy backbag, very chaotic. Yep" trying to dodge the question about the kobolds's alliance.
-- Deception(?)
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Post by GravityEmblem on Sept 12, 2021 7:53:54 GMT -8
Migor:
"Hmm...all right, then," the Halfling says. "I guess I trust you. But where do you need to go? Should I just...hang with you?" He stops himself. "Uh, it's Halfling slang. We're not...it just means spending time together, not...not being executed by noose."
Iroas:
The two successfully sneak past the distracted Orogs and slip into the dirty caves underneath.
"Phew! Close one..." Savra says.
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