<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/83xLMDD.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Orlith Belgoria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14823482#msg14823482)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 38/38<strong>Status</strong>: kinetic- sword fire, +1d6 dam, 20ft light bright, 20ft dim<br/><strong>AC</strong>:  14/14<strong>Rage</strong>:  3/3<strong>Tagging</strong>: everyone<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Thaumaturgy (https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Thaumaturgy#content) cantrip to make voice boom and echo, intimidation check on creature<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>intimidate: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138117)<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"other mercenaries eh? can we expect to get their pay too?" Orlith asked, casting a stern glare at the dark elf. This job just kept getting worse and worse, and they were definitely going to renegotiate their fee when this was all done. Turning back to the room Orlith was greeted by a not so pleasant sight. What was this? Garbage? Waste? Had they stumbled upon some kind of trash room? Strange to put it at the very entrance of your building. Then came the voice to match the previous scrawling, the tiefling gritting her teeth at it's incessant ramblings, "SILENCE CRETIN!" she bellowed, voice echoing due to the same magic that brightened her flames, "You'll die a thousand fold unless you turn right back into your filth holes." she added, attempting to scare off whatever the creature was.