Gnomes Have Sharp Ears
"I heard something," insists Humfred as he takes a few cautious steps forward. Kaspar is 40 feet away from the platform by the tunnel that Castille is on. The five-foot gap is in front of Kaspar, followed by 15 more feet of catwalk and then the vat edge, and darkness beyond. "No one really knows what's down here, you know, and..." He pauses, and tips his head to the side.
(I rolled a Listen check for Kaspar and Castille. Sorry. Nada.)
"Whatever," Kaspar says. He elegantly flicks the body with the spear point and it floats quickly towards Castille. With smooth economy (you did roll a 20 on the die) Kaspar stands back up, looking about with his darkvision. In the meantime, the body comes to a stop, bumping against the platform upon which Castille stands.
"Holdouts, that was the term," Humfred says to himself, rustling through some papers of his. (Rustling rather loudly, too.) "Ah yes, here are those articles from Sharn. Holdouts was the term used to describe lurking warforged who weren't aware that..."
There is a yell of triumph, and a tall humanoid shape, made of wood, stone, and metal composites, with fiberous half-fleshy cables running underneath it, vaults over the vat edge from where it had been stealthily climbing the ladder. The being is over 6 and a half feet tall, and its body is covered by a silvery sheen. (I just made the Int check for you. You identify it as mithril, the warforged has the Mithril Body feat.) "By the Brave Battalion of Thrane!" it yells, hositing a huge greataxe. It's eyes grow red and its fiberous coils seem to grow and bustle. "GEEYARRRGGGHHH!!!!"
(The warforged got a surprise round, which enabled it to vault the edge of the vault and yell. Now we roll regular initiative.)
(Online dice roller...the warforged got a 13 with the Dex adjustment. Humfred got an 11.)
(I rolled a Listen check for Kaspar and Castille. Sorry. Nada.)
"Whatever," Kaspar says. He elegantly flicks the body with the spear point and it floats quickly towards Castille. With smooth economy (you did roll a 20 on the die) Kaspar stands back up, looking about with his darkvision. In the meantime, the body comes to a stop, bumping against the platform upon which Castille stands.
"Holdouts, that was the term," Humfred says to himself, rustling through some papers of his. (Rustling rather loudly, too.) "Ah yes, here are those articles from Sharn. Holdouts was the term used to describe lurking warforged who weren't aware that..."
There is a yell of triumph, and a tall humanoid shape, made of wood, stone, and metal composites, with fiberous half-fleshy cables running underneath it, vaults over the vat edge from where it had been stealthily climbing the ladder. The being is over 6 and a half feet tall, and its body is covered by a silvery sheen. (I just made the Int check for you. You identify it as mithril, the warforged has the Mithril Body feat.) "By the Brave Battalion of Thrane!" it yells, hositing a huge greataxe. It's eyes grow red and its fiberous coils seem to grow and bustle. "GEEYARRRGGGHHH!!!!"
(The warforged got a surprise round, which enabled it to vault the edge of the vault and yell. Now we roll regular initiative.)
(Online dice roller...the warforged got a 13 with the Dex adjustment. Humfred got an 11.)
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