The enmity between duergar and drow goes back a ways, and if the party had shared with you that they were not too long ago, in fact slaves to the drow, there'd be a good chance that any pursuit that may be hard pressed to gain access to the city. The duergar are likely not going to honor a drow request to reclaim some slaves... though if anything, they'd be more likely to exert a claim of their own on escaped slaves.
The svirfneblin like Jimjar are at times opposed to the duergar as well, though the deep gnomes desire more to keep to themselves. The deep gnomes and drow have more recently come into conflict though, so if Yuk Yuk speaks true, it may be more of an 'the enemy of my enemy is my slightly less bitter enemy'.
Surface dwarves and gray dwarves generally don't get on well at all... of the party, you expect that Petmailer and Stena may be singled out the most. Goblins, if they were to accompany you into the city, tend to receive a low opinion most places. Galingal may fall somewhere in the middle... a surface elf or wherever he's from doesn't have much chance to gain the dislike of the gray dwarves.
As a human, Kolose (and Lia, who can largely pass for human), wouldn't be welcomed with open arms, but at least there's a bit less of a historical hatred.
Neth, as a tiefling, is a bit of an outsider most places, but the easy going, affable fellow might be able to insert himself into the fabric of the city better than most of the others in the party.
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Kolose let's out a slight grunt, a brief surge of pain over his visage as he remembers. Endless conflicts between the dwarves and duergar. Other conflicts too, but that one especially. Wait, no, he was never at such a place, right? He just... Read about it, and then... Oh, it doesn't matter.
"We'd have to be mostly cautious about our fellow dwarves I think. They probably will not especially like anyone of us, but there is a lot of bad blood there."
"You guys are pretty gnarly though. It's been fun... running from drow and burning webs, finding a halfling treasure hunter, hunting treasure in a wicked old tomb, fighting ghosts, losing the halfling, playing tag with gnarly disappearing spiders... haven't had that much action on the Webs in a while. Dunno, guess we'll talk it over... suppose we could find something to trade for."
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Petmailer stays quiet, but as he's sitting and tending to his wounds the tension is palpable, you see his jaw clenched at times whenever Drow are mentioned. Great. Another place that doesn't want to see anyone like me or have anything to do with me. More racists. Now racist dwarfs. Juuuust great. He notes Galingal setting up a spot to get some rest, he stays close enough to be in the group, but not too close. Just close enough to listen and think. Right before he goes into a trance-like state, with arms and legs crossed, leaning up against a rock, he says aloud to the group, "I'd be glad to watch for a couple of hours if you would allow it. If you trust me, that is." A slight, furtive glance toward Stena. Whatever is said, he starts to go into a trance-like state, making odd repetitive motions with his hands, like he is folding something over and over, becoming unconscious that he is doing it as his eyes go glassy....
Kolose gives a slight involuntary little gulp, but then adds on. "Well... I mostly just wanted to say that from all the bad relations duergar seem to have, yours are certainly on the top, yes. But this is also coming from the species that don't even like their own kind."
"...That is Duergar I'm thinking of, right? Am I mixing things up again..?"
The confused old man furrows his brow in thought as he's thinking deep. This is also his attempt to try and get out under from guard duty.
For those on watch, the 'night' seems to crawl past, with no stars or moon to mark the passage of time, there might otherwise be a lack of means to externally validate time, but the goblins were able to point out a particular species of puffball mushroom that while immature, before developing its spores, can serve as a time keeper of sorts. It emits a soft red glow, and a chunk broken off from the puffball will continue glowing for what according to Yuk Yuk is 'totally like an hour'. Perhaps it is the old gnomish adage of 'A watched kettle never whistles', but being able to keep track of watches by puffball glow seems to make them drag on even longer.
The more suspicious among the party might start to wonder if the goblin was lying or just wrong, and the puffballs keep glowing for much longer, to where watches seem like weeks, and by the time you all rouse yourselves, ready to approach the grey dwarf city, it feels like a month has passed.
Some jerked meat and dried mushrooms is shared around, and you are about as well rested and well fed as you can recall in recent days. With all the uncertainty of the city, even given its reputation as a trade hub, you are glad not to be approaching starving, dehydrated and desperate. Desperate alone will suffice to keep you sharp, and your wits about you.
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Kolose walks along. Given the variety of monsters they've been encountering, he does expect there to be guards. And a closed gate probably, too. How uncivilized...
Petmailer nods to Stena, saying to all of them, “So, if they decide to take me off to their jail or put the sword to me, I guess you will all be fine with that. I’m not sure how to approach this..”. Petmailer looks dejected, concerned, almost depressed. He busies himself straightening his gear, finding anything to cover his head, his hair, his skin.
Kolose:
The enmity between duergar and drow goes back a ways, and if the party had shared with you that they were not too long ago, in fact slaves to the drow, there'd be a good chance that any pursuit that may be hard pressed to gain access to the city. The duergar are likely not going to honor a drow request to reclaim some slaves... though if anything, they'd be more likely to exert a claim of their own on escaped slaves.
The svirfneblin like Jimjar are at times opposed to the duergar as well, though the deep gnomes desire more to keep to themselves. The deep gnomes and drow have more recently come into conflict though, so if Yuk Yuk speaks true, it may be more of an 'the enemy of my enemy is my slightly less bitter enemy'.
Surface dwarves and gray dwarves generally don't get on well at all... of the party, you expect that Petmailer and Stena may be singled out the most. Goblins, if they were to accompany you into the city, tend to receive a low opinion most places. Galingal may fall somewhere in the middle... a surface elf or wherever he's from doesn't have much chance to gain the dislike of the gray dwarves.
As a human, Kolose (and Lia, who can largely pass for human), wouldn't be welcomed with open arms, but at least there's a bit less of a historical hatred.
Neth, as a tiefling, is a bit of an outsider most places, but the easy going, affable fellow might be able to insert himself into the fabric of the city better than most of the others in the party.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Kolose let's out a slight grunt, a brief surge of pain over his visage as he remembers. Endless conflicts between the dwarves and duergar. Other conflicts too, but that one especially. Wait, no, he was never at such a place, right? He just... Read about it, and then... Oh, it doesn't matter.
"We'd have to be mostly cautious about our fellow dwarves I think. They probably will not especially like anyone of us, but there is a lot of bad blood there."
"Ye don't need to lecture meh on our relations."
Stena adds helpfully.
((At least Petmailer is 'not your typical drow', for whatever weight that carries...))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Just don't draw any attention," Galingal says. "Buy equipment, find map or guide to get out of here and leave."
Galingal settles in to get some rest.
"What will you two do when we get to the city?" Galingal asks the goblins.
"Well... Deep dwarves are kinda bummers."
"Total bummers."
"You guys are pretty gnarly though. It's been fun... running from drow and burning webs, finding a halfling treasure hunter, hunting treasure in a wicked old tomb, fighting ghosts, losing the halfling, playing tag with gnarly disappearing spiders... haven't had that much action on the Webs in a while. Dunno, guess we'll talk it over... suppose we could find something to trade for."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Petmailer stays quiet, but as he's sitting and tending to his wounds the tension is palpable, you see his jaw clenched at times whenever Drow are mentioned. Great. Another place that doesn't want to see anyone like me or have anything to do with me. More racists. Now racist dwarfs. Juuuust great. He notes Galingal setting up a spot to get some rest, he stays close enough to be in the group, but not too close. Just close enough to listen and think. Right before he goes into a trance-like state, with arms and legs crossed, leaning up against a rock, he says aloud to the group, "I'd be glad to watch for a couple of hours if you would allow it. If you trust me, that is." A slight, furtive glance toward Stena. Whatever is said, he starts to go into a trance-like state, making odd repetitive motions with his hands, like he is folding something over and over, becoming unconscious that he is doing it as his eyes go glassy....
Kolose gives a slight involuntary little gulp, but then adds on. "Well... I mostly just wanted to say that from all the bad relations duergar seem to have, yours are certainly on the top, yes. But this is also coming from the species that don't even like their own kind."
"...That is Duergar I'm thinking of, right? Am I mixing things up again..?"
The confused old man furrows his brow in thought as he's thinking deep. This is also his attempt to try and get out under from guard duty.
Stena just glares at Kolose, feeling her point has already been made.
She will scoot into a dark spot to rest for the 'night' saying,
"Aye'll take first watch."
Perception: 15
Kolose is, mercifully, already too deep in his thoughts to notice the glaring.
Galingal will join Sten for the first watch and for the last watch, taking his trance in the middle (Watch 1 Perception:14
and Watch 2 Perception: 14. )
He merely nods at Petmailer’s offer to also stand watch later.
For those on watch, the 'night' seems to crawl past, with no stars or moon to mark the passage of time, there might otherwise be a lack of means to externally validate time, but the goblins were able to point out a particular species of puffball mushroom that while immature, before developing its spores, can serve as a time keeper of sorts. It emits a soft red glow, and a chunk broken off from the puffball will continue glowing for what according to Yuk Yuk is 'totally like an hour'. Perhaps it is the old gnomish adage of 'A watched kettle never whistles', but being able to keep track of watches by puffball glow seems to make them drag on even longer.
The more suspicious among the party might start to wonder if the goblin was lying or just wrong, and the puffballs keep glowing for much longer, to where watches seem like weeks, and by the time you all rouse yourselves, ready to approach the grey dwarf city, it feels like a month has passed.
Some jerked meat and dried mushrooms is shared around, and you are about as well rested and well fed as you can recall in recent days. With all the uncertainty of the city, even given its reputation as a trade hub, you are glad not to be approaching starving, dehydrated and desperate. Desperate alone will suffice to keep you sharp, and your wits about you.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Anyone know anything about entry to the city?" Galingal asks as they break camp. "Is gate open? Or need ask to go in?"
Galingal then gathers his gear, ready to travel the last leg.
Jimjar pipes up. "Five gold says there are guards with lots of questions!"
"I'm not taking that bet.", Yuk Yuk concedes.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Kolose walks along. Given the variety of monsters they've been encountering, he does expect there to be guards. And a closed gate probably, too. How uncivilized...
((What's the lighting situation by the gate?))
Stena glares extra hard at the goblins, into the very god that controls them, to show her dissatisfaction.
"Jimjar, Galingal or aye do the talking. The rest of ye keep yer mouths shut."
Stena growls the suggestion, forcefully.
Petmailer nods to Stena, saying to all of them, “So, if they decide to take me off to their jail or put the sword to me, I guess you will all be fine with that. I’m not sure how to approach this..”. Petmailer looks dejected, concerned, almost depressed. He busies himself straightening his gear, finding anything to cover his head, his hair, his skin.
Stena looks at Petmailer after his outburst and decides, rather than lying, to remain silent.
Galingal looks at Petmailer and more closely at his dark skin.
"Do they know you there?" Galingal asks. "If not know you, maybe no problem."
He thinks for a moment longer then looks over at the goblins.
"Do you know quiet way to enter city?"
((Did Petmailer and the others loot clothing from the drow you killed? What is everyone wearing at the moment?))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock