D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)


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As if having a vision, Loosh stares into the middle of the room and says, "Is this a sword I see before me? And armour too?" He moves across the room and tries to get to a spot where he can reach them.
 

As if having a vision, Loosh stares into the middle of the room and says, "Is this a sword I see before me? And armour too?" He moves across the room and tries to get to a spot where he can reach them.

"Beware Loosh! There could be a trap that melts your face off or something! "

Lal frowned at the statue. "Trickster god indeed, pretending to be a hard working respectable god like the Brick Layer. Shame on you!"

He then turned to the others and added in a much more even tone: "Thank you Giana, I'm... far from home. And Flint... what are Derro?"
 

Harb Half-Elf Paladin

"They are a people from deep under the ground. So far from Sarenrae's light that I hear they fear it. I once knew a Dwarf that swore the were all insane murderers. Same Dwarf that forged this sword actually. He did good work but really had very little good to say about anyone." Harb chuckles at a distant memory that he doesn't share then looks around the room, checking the ceiling for bats wary that one might be more than it seems echos of scary stories told around a camp fire in the back of his mind.

"It's a different world down here. I don't see a way in or out except the one we came from or moving tons of stone."
 

"Dwarf's right," Flint mutters predictably, his eyes back up to his teammates.

"Never met a derro m'self, but nobody ever told me different. Madness and death wrapped in a small, sickly blue package. Bah!" he spat, a fire burning in his eyes and glowing magically around his head.
 





"What in the Nine Hells..." Flint starts, flabbergasted, as he sees the sword moving towards Loosh of its own volition.

OOC: Initiative: [roll0]
 

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