Hano nods. "Okay, try to dash for the entrance."
She sneaks some distance away from the rest of the group before bursting out of the woods and yelling loudly. "HEY! You toad people! Bullywug more like, uh, bullySUCK! This factory is terrible! And I'm gonna steal all your Hermit's Pride!" She runs near the main entrance before veering off and trying to lead the bullywugs away.

[[Mmkay, I'm gonna use Feline Agility, this allows me to move 60 feet.
Intimidation roll: 21. /o/]]

With Hano distracting the Bullywogs (these ones must be Bullywogs since they are chanting it. Although that is kind of like a squirrel that chanted squirrel over and over, which is just absurd but still sometimes happens) Doen tries to sneakily head into the factory.

Stealth: 1d20+2 19

Last edited by Lizard Lord (2/24/2018 11:47 pm)

Doen and Doraad both deftly sneak past the highly distracted bullywugs and into the building. (waiting on t'Nee and Simon)

Last edited by DM Swift (2/24/2018 10:29 pm)

Simon makes a brief attempt to follow the others silently, but soon realizes the Hermit would have been better off with six empty jackets guarding his factory. He rolls his eyes and enters.

Last edited by RdMarquis (2/25/2018 2:26 am)

Divide and conquer, that was the ticket. Looking into the room, Doraad muttered an incantation under his breath and made a quick grasping motion with his right hand, before sweeping sideways with that hand and opening his fist at the last second. With that, a translucent hand popped into existence near the orc lifting the crates. The hand then proceeded to take one of the boxes and chuck it towards the orcs just hanging out and drinking soda. It would've been nice to bean one of them, but if nothing else the hobgoblin was hoping for the orcs to start arguing about who was responsible for a case of carbonated catastrophe.

1d20+2 = 5