" oh uh....excellent, I'll grind these herbs and get the potion brewing.....it will take a while to reduce and ferment....like a fine wine, you know......plenty of time to have something to eat...um what do dragons eat?... I hope you specified we are eating something and not someone.....not that I would complain if someone ate fed.....I feel like we are one skipped meal away from being on his menu again.....what is the menu Mohdrak? You mentioned dessert before we left for the library, I hope we didn't wreck your cooking by leaving like we did....sorry I'm babbling again; let's go eat" Ollezall smiles nervously.
"Dyumi, have you gotten shorter again? I wish you would lower your robe... I'm starting to think you're a vampire haha"
Cerlinde sings, in common “Faerie dragons like their sweets, for them they are pure pleasure- baked pastries, cookies and cakes- as good as any treasure!”
He then follows Cerlinde back to the kitchen. Along the way, he nods to Dyumi, "That was some pretty spry dancing for an old guy. So, what's your story? where ya from?"
"I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?"
"Dyumi, have you gotten shorter again? I wish you would lower your robe... I'm starting to think you're a vampire haha"
"Wha-you little- I'll have you know that a venerable old man such as myself would never do such an indecent act! *scoffs* The youth these days, my my, so disrespectful!"
Syd says to Dyumi, "Just lower the hood, not the robe. That Ollezal is getting creepier all the time. Clerics..."
"Oh, he meant the hood. Very well. A much more reasonable request than that little *angry mumbling*"
Dyumi pulls down his hood and stares at the disrespectful whippersnapper with his bright blue eyes, deeply set in his wrinkled face.
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He then follows Cerlinde back to the kitchen. Along the way, he nods to Dyumi, "That was some pretty spry dancing for an old guy. So, what's your story? where ya from?"
"I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?"
"Dyumi, have you gotten shorter again? I wish you would lower your robe... I'm starting to think you're a vampire haha"
"Wha-you little- I'll have you know that a venerable old man such as myself would never do such an indecent act! *scoffs* The youth these days, my my, so disrespectful!"
Syd says to Dyumi, "Just lower the hood, not the robe. That Ollezal is getting creepier all the time. Clerics..."
"Oh, he meant the hood. Very well. A much more reasonable request than that little *angry mumbling*"
Dyumi pulls down his hood and stares at the disrespectful whippersnapper with his bright blue eyes, deeply set in his wrinkled face.
" Ah my foot, I'm thinking I should just surgically attach it to my mouth for convenience, no I didn't mean to disrobe....I'm not that saucy..heh heh" Ollezall laughs nervously. The whole party thinks I'm a sexual deviant.... I have got to measure my words better, Ollezall thinks to himself.
Is what I see before me a human?
Ollezall will stare out of piercing violet eyes, a stark contrast to the white hair and pale silver of his skin. "Why do you hide yourself behind a hood? It's not illegal being *eh hum* venerable" Ollezall pauses to clear his throat before finishing his sentence. "Speaking of which, you call me whipper snapper; I know I don't carry 82 like most humans would, but I at least look middle aged. Exactly how old do venerable druids live? " For that matter, how old do lecherous ones live.... Ollezall thinks as an after thought.
Passive perception 15, passive insight 17. I still feel like Ollezall is being deceived.
"I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?"
"Uh, well not... familiar, if I understand you correctly, but yeah, I was a goatherd. And I fed the chickens. Took care of the donkey. Fed the pigs. So, were you a born a druid? Like, the family business? Or did you choose to become a strange old hermit later in life?"
Ollezall will stare out of piercing violet eyes, a stark contrast to the white hair and pale silver of his skin. "Why do you hide yourself behind a hood? It's not illegal being *eh hum* venerable" Ollezall pauses to clear his throat before finishing his sentence. "Speaking of which, you call me whipper snapper; I know I don't carry 82 like most humans would, but I at least look middle aged. Exactly how old do venerable druids live? " For that matter, how old do lecherous ones live.... Ollezall thinks as an after thought.
Passive perception 15, passive insight 17. I still feel like Ollezall is being deceived.
You can see the face of a firbolg, wrinkled with age, and dotted with two piercing blue eyes.
"I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?"
"Uh, well not... familiar, if I understand you correctly, but yeah, I was a goatherd. And I fed the chickens. Took care of the donkey. Fed the pigs. So, were you a born a druid? Like, the family business? Or did you choose to become a strange old hermit later in life?"
"Kids these days, always looking for innuendo where there is none. *sigh* I simply was excited to meet someone else who has spent as much time with animals as I have.
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Syd looks abashed. "Sorry... We farm boys hear a lot of jokes about us and we get overly sensitive... And it just gets so lonely out there with no one but the goats..."
......
He waits a few minutes to see if Dyumi or the others react, then doubles over, roaring with laughter. Finally, he calms down a bit, tears streaming from his eyes. "Hoo boy, I crack myself up sometimes."
(Some high quality RP out there, party. Good team building! ;-) Now, so I don't appear totally negligent, to sum up: Cerlinde is attempting to pied piper the party plus faerie dragons back to the kitchen for Mohdrak's dessert. Speaking of Mohdrak, he is currently chilling with a faerie dragon invisibly perched on his right horn, lost in thought while his player deals w/the unpleasantries of "real life". Dyumi has been revealed to be an aged firbolg, rather than a human. Syd, Ollezall, and Dyumi have just bonded over awkward misunderstandings of age and innuendo. Sound about right? Did you want to proceed back to the kitchen now or continue w/the current scene? I'm in no rush, as long as everyone's having fun.)
" oh uh....excellent, I'll grind these herbs and get the potion brewing.....it will take a while to reduce and ferment....like a fine wine, you know......plenty of time to have something to eat...um what do dragons eat?... I hope you specified we are eating something and not someone.....not that I would complain if someone ate fed.....I feel like we are one skipped meal away from being on his menu again.....what is the menu Mohdrak? You mentioned dessert before we left for the library, I hope we didn't wreck your cooking by leaving like we did....sorry I'm babbling again; let's go eat" Ollezall smiles nervously.
"Dyumi, have you gotten shorter again? I wish you would lower your robe... I'm starting to think you're a vampire haha"
Mohdrak felt something perching itself on one of his horns though he could not see what it was. It was not out of his sight but rather invisible all together. His neck did not strain so whatever it was, it was not heavy. At least not heavy enough to injure him, he figured. You could never tell with invisible creatures speaking in obscure languages.
He shifted his morningstar from his right hand into his left and tentatively reached up to feel what had taken root upon his horn. Mohdrak did keep his fingers closed into a fist, lest that something had the tendency to nibble fingers.
'Dessert is fruit and there is still cheese, nuts and wine.'Mohdrak replied. He did not move his head nor did he take his eyes off what he could not see. 'But you can always have a look in the pantry if you're craving something else.'
His hand edged ever closer to where the weight was sitting on his horn...
Cerlinde attempts to identify the creature (I know what it is of course, let’s see if she does, assuming someone helps..)
18 arcana
(assuming that’s good enough..). “It’s a faerie dragon, they can be mischievous but are friendly, usually. I can speak with them in draconic. Syd will be ok, once the gas wears off. ”. She tells the others, looking at Syd with a smirk, then she turns to the tiny dragon-
in draconic: “Oh, a delightful Faerie Dragon, it is an honor to meet you! I once read that your kind enjoy treats- My friend here is quite the chef- we just had an amazing meal. We would love to learn more about this place.”
The minotaur's hand froze in midair. 'I have a what on my head!?' he asked, focused more on the dragon part than the faerie part.
'Tell them they can have as much sweets as they want as long as they don't burn my fur off!'
The giggling above Mohdrak's right horn continues, along with the rhythmic light stomping. The creature apparently has no idea that Mohdrak is aware of its presence and doesn't react to anything that he says.
(I rolled a nat 1 on a physical d20 for Perception for the faerie dragon on Mohdrak's horn.)
'Dessert is fruit and there is still cheese, nuts and wine.'Mohdrak replied. He did not move his head nor did he take his eyes off what he could not see. 'But you can always have a look in the pantry if you're craving something else.'
"Fresh fruit sounds like a delicacy, thank you Mohdrak; there were berries galore in the grove I served sanctuary in, but fruit was always much harder to come by."
( "I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?")
"Dyumi, firbolg are fairly long lived from what I was taught; ' a firbolg can plant an acorn, watch it mature into a mighty tree, and die within their lifetime' was the quote one of my teachers used. Exactly how old do your kind live if you don't mind my asking?"
'Dessert is fruit and there is still cheese, nuts and wine.'Mohdrak replied. He did not move his head nor did he take his eyes off what he could not see. 'But you can always have a look in the pantry if you're craving something else.'
"Fresh fruit sounds like a delicacy, thank you Mohdrak; there were berries galore in the grove I served sanctuary in, but fruit was always much harder to come by."
( "I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?")
"Dyumi, firbolg are fairly long lived from what I was taught; ' a firbolg can plant an acorn, watch it mature into a mighty tree, and die within their lifetime' was the quote one of my teachers used. Exactly how old do your kind live if you don't mind my asking?"
Dyumi laughs.
"A single oak tree? Ha! Your teacher is partially right. I've seen generations of trees come and go in my many years. Three hundred and eighty-six to be exact."
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Why would anyone bother to count how many trees he's outlived?wonders Syd, but says nothing. He follows the others back towards the kitchen. Although to be honest, nothing here makes sense. Why would someone build an indoor greenhouse and then stock it with invisible butterfly lizards whose mind-altering farts make you dance around like a crazy orc?
"A single oak tree? Ha! Your teacher is partially right. I've seen generations of trees come and go in my many years. Three hundred and eighty-six to be exact."
Doing the maths, Ollezall's face begins to slacken as he realises how ancient Dyumi must be.
" By the sound of it, you could have met Kelemvor when he was still a mortal man. You might have even known the Earth mother Chauntea as Jannath in your youth; truly, the land must know you intimately (waiting for the innuendo to come) with how long you have walked across her."
(Thanksgiving long weekend up here in Canada, sorry for the delays. All right, let's get back to it, then!)
The party heads back to the kitchen, two faerie dragons in tow. The second, heretofore invisible, faerie dragon alights from Mohdrak's horn as he nears the doorway back into the mansion and reveals itself to the party while continuing to giggle incessantly. Upon entering the kitchen, the party is showered with a chorus of boos from Cumin and Coriander and meows from the cats. "Oh no, why have you brought those maniacs in here? It's bad enough when they sneak in to harrass us and you just escort them in?""Hahaha, you've met our resident dragons?! Did they run you through the song and dance? Did they stop laughing long enough to jabber some nonsense at you?"
The faerie dragons chuckle at the homunculi and make what appear to be dismissive and possibly obscene gestures. It seems that the two enchanted parties can converse in Sylvan, which Cerlinde recognizes. Some unpleasantries are exchanged, with the dragons agitating for their promised treats and the homunculi attempting to extract promises of good behaviour from the dragons. The cats meow incessantly throughout the exchange, while the dragons buzz down and poke at them while the cats hiss and bat at their scaly, clawed hands.
All the while, Fed sits quietly in the corner, biding its time, hoping to make a meal of one of the dragons.
(Thanksgiving long weekend up here in Canada, sorry for the delays. All right, let's get back to it, then!)
The party heads back to the kitchen, two faerie dragons in tow. The second, heretofore invisible, faerie dragon alights from Mohdrak's horn as he nears the doorway back into the mansion and reveals itself to the party while continuing to giggle incessantly. Upon entering the kitchen, the party is showered with a chorus of boos from Cumin and Coriander and meows from the cats. "Oh no, why have you brought those maniacs in here? It's bad enough when they sneak in to harrass us and you just escort them in?""Hahaha, you've met our resident dragons?! Did they run you through the song and dance? Did they stop laughing long enough to jabber some nonsense at you?"
The faerie dragons chuckle at the homunculi and make what appear to be dismissive and possibly obscene gestures. It seems that the two enchanted parties can converse in Sylvan, which Cerlinde recognizes. Some unpleasantries are exchanged, with the dragons agitating for their promised treats and the homunculi attempting to extract promises of good behaviour from the dragons. The cats meow incessantly throughout the exchange, while the dragons buzz down and poke at them while the cats hiss and bat at their scaly, clawed hands.
All the while, Fed sits quietly in the corner, biding its time, hoping to make a meal of one of the dragons.
Noticing the hungry gaze, Ollezall finds something to throw to Fed.
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Ollezall finds a couple of rolls left over from the earlier meal and tosses them over to the Fed/chair. He can see Fed ever so slowly wrapping tiny tendrils around them, as it attempts to discreetly begin absorbing those carbs.
Syd observes 3 (yeesh, let's make it 2) new obscene gestures performed by the faerie dragons. At the moment, Syd is not quite sure if they're offensive to either fey, dragons, or both. (You can roll an Insight check to see if he can figure it out!)
" oh uh....excellent, I'll grind these herbs and get the potion brewing.....it will take a while to reduce and ferment....like a fine wine, you know......plenty of time to have something to eat...um what do dragons eat?... I hope you specified we are eating something and not someone.....not that I would complain if someone ate fed.....I feel like we are one skipped meal away from being on his menu again.....what is the menu Mohdrak? You mentioned dessert before we left for the library, I hope we didn't wreck your cooking by leaving like we did....sorry I'm babbling again; let's go eat" Ollezall smiles nervously.
"Dyumi, have you gotten shorter again? I wish you would lower your robe... I'm starting to think you're a vampire haha"
Cerlinde sings, in common “Faerie dragons like their sweets, for them they are pure pleasure- baked pastries, cookies and cakes- as good as any treasure!”
Syd says to Dyumi, "Just lower the hood, not the robe. That Ollezal is getting creepier all the time. Clerics..."
"I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?"
"Wha-you little- I'll have you know that a venerable old man such as myself would never do such an indecent act! *scoffs* The youth these days, my my, so disrespectful!"
"Oh, he meant the hood. Very well. A much more reasonable request than that little *angry mumbling*"
Dyumi pulls down his hood and stares at the disrespectful whippersnapper with his bright blue eyes, deeply set in his wrinkled face.
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" Ah my foot, I'm thinking I should just surgically attach it to my mouth for convenience, no I didn't mean to disrobe....I'm not that saucy..heh heh" Ollezall laughs nervously. The whole party thinks I'm a sexual deviant.... I have got to measure my words better, Ollezall thinks to himself.
Is what I see before me a human?
Ollezall will stare out of piercing violet eyes, a stark contrast to the white hair and pale silver of his skin. "Why do you hide yourself behind a hood? It's not illegal being *eh hum* venerable" Ollezall pauses to clear his throat before finishing his sentence. "Speaking of which, you call me whipper snapper; I know I don't carry 82 like most humans would, but I at least look middle aged. Exactly how old do venerable druids live? " For that matter, how old do lecherous ones live.... Ollezall thinks as an after thought.
Passive perception 15, passive insight 17. I still feel like Ollezall is being deceived.
"Uh, well not... familiar, if I understand you correctly, but yeah, I was a goatherd. And I fed the chickens. Took care of the donkey. Fed the pigs. So, were you a born a druid? Like, the family business? Or did you choose to become a strange old hermit later in life?"
You can see the face of a firbolg, wrinkled with age, and dotted with two piercing blue eyes.
"Kids these days, always looking for innuendo where there is none. *sigh* I simply was excited to meet someone else who has spent as much time with animals as I have.
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Syd looks abashed. "Sorry... We farm boys hear a lot of jokes about us and we get overly sensitive... And it just gets so lonely out there with no one but the goats..."
......
He waits a few minutes to see if Dyumi or the others react, then doubles over, roaring with laughter. Finally, he calms down a bit, tears streaming from his eyes. "Hoo boy, I crack myself up sometimes."
(Some high quality RP out there, party. Good team building! ;-) Now, so I don't appear totally negligent, to sum up: Cerlinde is attempting to pied piper the party plus faerie dragons back to the kitchen for Mohdrak's dessert. Speaking of Mohdrak, he is currently chilling with a faerie dragon invisibly perched on his right horn, lost in thought while his player deals w/the unpleasantries of "real life". Dyumi has been revealed to be an aged firbolg, rather than a human. Syd, Ollezall, and Dyumi have just bonded over awkward misunderstandings of age and innuendo. Sound about right? Did you want to proceed back to the kitchen now or continue w/the current scene? I'm in no rush, as long as everyone's having fun.)
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Mohdrak felt something perching itself on one of his horns though he could not see what it was. It was not out of his sight but rather invisible all together. His neck did not strain so whatever it was, it was not heavy. At least not heavy enough to injure him, he figured. You could never tell with invisible creatures speaking in obscure languages.
He shifted his morningstar from his right hand into his left and tentatively reached up to feel what had taken root upon his horn. Mohdrak did keep his fingers closed into a fist, lest that something had the tendency to nibble fingers.
'Dessert is fruit and there is still cheese, nuts and wine.' Mohdrak replied. He did not move his head nor did he take his eyes off what he could not see. 'But you can always have a look in the pantry if you're craving something else.'
His hand edged ever closer to where the weight was sitting on his horn...
The minotaur's hand froze in midair. 'I have a what on my head!?' he asked, focused more on the dragon part than the faerie part.
'Tell them they can have as much sweets as they want as long as they don't burn my fur off!'
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The giggling above Mohdrak's right horn continues, along with the rhythmic light stomping. The creature apparently has no idea that Mohdrak is aware of its presence and doesn't react to anything that he says.
(I rolled a nat 1 on a physical d20 for Perception for the faerie dragon on Mohdrak's horn.)
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"Fresh fruit sounds like a delicacy, thank you Mohdrak; there were berries galore in the grove I served sanctuary in, but fruit was always much harder to come by."
( "I'm-erm, just an old druid whose spent their life in the forest, learning about nature. Say, you seen rather familiar with farm animals too, no?")
"Dyumi, firbolg are fairly long lived from what I was taught; ' a firbolg can plant an acorn, watch it mature into a mighty tree, and die within their lifetime' was the quote one of my teachers used. Exactly how old do your kind live if you don't mind my asking?"
Dyumi laughs.
"A single oak tree? Ha! Your teacher is partially right. I've seen generations of trees come and go in my many years. Three hundred and eighty-six to be exact."
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Why would anyone bother to count how many trees he's outlived? wonders Syd, but says nothing. He follows the others back towards the kitchen. Although to be honest, nothing here makes sense. Why would someone build an indoor greenhouse and then stock it with invisible butterfly lizards whose mind-altering farts make you dance around like a crazy orc?
Doing the maths, Ollezall's face begins to slacken as he realises how ancient Dyumi must be.
" By the sound of it, you could have met Kelemvor when he was still a mortal man. You might have even known the Earth mother Chauntea as Jannath in your youth; truly, the land must know you intimately (waiting for the innuendo to come) with how long you have walked across her."
(Thanksgiving long weekend up here in Canada, sorry for the delays. All right, let's get back to it, then!)
The party heads back to the kitchen, two faerie dragons in tow. The second, heretofore invisible, faerie dragon alights from Mohdrak's horn as he nears the doorway back into the mansion and reveals itself to the party while continuing to giggle incessantly. Upon entering the kitchen, the party is showered with a chorus of boos from Cumin and Coriander and meows from the cats. "Oh no, why have you brought those maniacs in here? It's bad enough when they sneak in to harrass us and you just escort them in?" "Hahaha, you've met our resident dragons?! Did they run you through the song and dance? Did they stop laughing long enough to jabber some nonsense at you?"
The faerie dragons chuckle at the homunculi and make what appear to be dismissive and possibly obscene gestures. It seems that the two enchanted parties can converse in Sylvan, which Cerlinde recognizes. Some unpleasantries are exchanged, with the dragons agitating for their promised treats and the homunculi attempting to extract promises of good behaviour from the dragons. The cats meow incessantly throughout the exchange, while the dragons buzz down and poke at them while the cats hiss and bat at their scaly, clawed hands.
All the while, Fed sits quietly in the corner, biding its time, hoping to make a meal of one of the dragons.
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Noticing the hungry gaze, Ollezall finds something to throw to Fed.
Syd watches the dragons' interactions with the homonculi with interest; he's always seeking to learn new obscene gestures.
Ollezall finds a couple of rolls left over from the earlier meal and tosses them over to the Fed/chair. He can see Fed ever so slowly wrapping tiny tendrils around them, as it attempts to discreetly begin absorbing those carbs.
Syd observes
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