D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (Infiltrators)

"And the Alchemist?" Zander asked worry in his voice upon hearing they may have to confront the dragon. "And which east? Through the statued hallway or the hallway with the glow?"
 

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"Unless the Alchemist happens to have a handful of those exploding barrels just laying around for us to steal and use, we'd likely only be wasting resources. We need to focus on our mission that we can end this as a whole."

Squirrels are evil!
 

SnorLoska considered the information. You said the Alchemist looked pre-occupied? Let's see if we can surprise him and take him out before he can set off any exploding barrels. SnorLoska looked pleased with himself. It's not often he took charge. Archers and ranged attacks first?
SnorLoska urged them on. Let's go before he decides to check out this room.
 

"Fine, stealth first. I'd rather get the jump on him, if we can."

That said, Mord, whose form had finally reverted, changed his features to match one of the acolytes who had been serving the seers. With his face in place, he led the way towards the Alchemist's lair.

Squirrels are evil!
 

"Right behind you," Zander said to Mord, javelin in hand. The warrior stayed about eight to nine feet behind the warlock waiting again for a signal, not knowing what it would be.

OOC: Stealth: [roll0]
 


As Mord and Zander moved toward the room, the little Alchemist seemed to realise that someone was there, but not who. Nor did he seem to care. He added an ingredient to one of his huge vats and waved a hand toward them, annoyed. "Go away! It's not ready yet. Tell Murlien he can bloody well wait. I've got six things on the go, and they all take time!"
 

"They sent me to tell you we need it now... They turned the mercenaries against us." Mord strode into the room, hoping to draw the attention to the side and give the others a chance to set up their ambush.

OOC: Deception: [roll0]


Squirrels are evil!
 

"Yeah, well... that's unsurprising. I guess that Beast-guy is not getting the burn-salve I made for him, then! Look, this stuff can't be rushed. One wrong move and BOOM. I nearly died a few minutes ago when the place shook!"

He climbed down of his step-ladder and lifted the visor on his protective helmet. Mord saw that it was, indeed, an old gnome. The gnome said, "How close are they? Because I told Silakul when I arrived that I'm not part of this cult of yours. Sorry, 'true believers' or whatever. At any rate, I'm not dying for your cause. If you want to fight over this ugly hole-in-the-ground, you go ahead. And if Murlien wants more admixtures (before they are ready) to spice up his dead-things, he can come and do it himself."
 

Huddled with the rest of the group around the corner, SnorLoska listened. Keep talking... keep talking, he thought and hoping that Mord somehow would hear his thoughts. Just ask him to leave the place and never look back.
A sudden thought struck SnorLoska and he considered stepping forward. Oh... oh... we can use the the exploding barrels against the dragon!
 

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