Hmmm... A small purple mushroom with yellow spots? Does this mushroom have a name that you know of? Cloud asks. I know the area quite well, I've lived here the past several years, perhaps I know of a patch. Let me rack my memory, but a name might help.
Sorrows eyes bug out slightly under the onslaught of questions, but she grits her teeth and struggles to push the answers out.
”I guess I did agree. Here goes....”
”We average between two and three feet tall, we eat things that are food, plants and meat. The only taboos on food are eating sentient creatures, but that’s more for our own protection and not all tribes follow it. I practice....a type of magic myself, and Draconic sorcery Issa common among us as any race, of not more so. I have known Kobold wizards, and bards, but few clerics. Most who practice divine magic are outcasts who serve strange gods. Most of my people worship Kurtulmak or Tiamat, and they don’t grant us spells that I know of.”
”As for gender, that is a much different trait for us than for you warm-bloods. I was one of a clutch of three, and I was born male. Perhaps fifteen years ago I found myself without a tribe and surrounded by other males of my kind, and so one of my brothers and I became female. That was when I birthed my only clutch.”
Scarlet lets out a deep sigh and says Well there goes that idea.
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Pyra's lets a few oohs, aahs, and hmms as Sorrow answers her questions, noting everything down.
"Oh you were male once and you turned female? How peculiar. Almost like a clown fish. I assume your kind favor warmer temperatures, but I have to ask do your kind migrate or hibernate? Or do you just prefer to avoid cold weather all together?"
"Ah, I see. Color dictates draconic lineage. There's nothing wrong with migration, if you cannot handle the conditions in one place then you must simply more to another. I once knew an Aarakocra who did that. Lovely man. The Mother of Creation has made some places uninhabitable for a reason, and we be best to heed the warnings she gives us to either leave or stay away. You'd call them intelligent, but I have another name for those who try to defy nature in such ways, stubborn. And stubbornness will get you killed."Pyra closes her book and tucks her quill into her pocket. She gives Sorrow a toothy grin, cradling her journal to her chest.
"Thank you for the information though, I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. Do you want anything in return? I can pay for a meal or your room if you like. Or you could have mine. I'm most likely not going to use it anyway. I plan on going back into the fields of this strange place, see if I can find anymore specimens for my research. I'll probably end up in a tree again."
”I need nothing from you. I gave you what you asked because it amused me to answer. As for defying nature.. well.”
this smile shows a mouth full of sharp fangs. She licks them slowly and chuckles.
”Nature is meant to be tamed, subjugated, crushed. Nature made me small and weak and craven, but my blood sings with magic and it has made me greater than nature ever could.”
"You know, Nature dictated that my home village freeze in a great ice storm. Nobody heeded it warning but me so I was the only one that lived. The men tried to fight it by building great fires, the woman knitted blankets and held their children close. Even my parents locked themselves away in their home." Pyra sighs sadly, shoulder slumping slightly.
"They all froze in the night. When I saw the signs I tried to warn people. Nobody ever wants to listen to the demon spawn though. I ended up sneaking out of my parents house and made my way into the near by forest, where I met my Mentor who took me in and taught me to embrace the harsh changes and to move along with them. I've traveled the world ever since. I've seen the sea claim ships and towns be over taken with plants and roots, I've watched airships be taken down strong winds and villages consumed by flames they thought they could control. If there is one thing I am proud and terrified to say I have learned from my many years on this world, is that nature always wins. But enough of this talk. I've got butter doves with my name on them. Goodbye Sorrow, it was interesting to here your thoughts such matters." Pyra boops Sorrow on the nose and walks off back to the bar and Cloud, tail swaying happily behind her.
Sorrow’s Clutch watches the Tiefling stride away, idly rubbing her snout. For a moment her eyes are distant, remembering someone else with the same abiding faith and deep sadness. Someone else who had been certain of their convictions even in the face of Sorrow’s endless cynicism and cruelty.
For a moment she is wistful and even smiles at the memory.
But then she remembers his eyes at the end, and the smile is bitter again, and she orders the strongest drink the bar offers.
Cloud, seeing Pyra, invites her into the conversation. Pyra, Nigel here is looking for some small purple mushrooms with yellow spots. Have you ever heard of such mushrooms, and if so, do you know their name or where they might be found? I feel like I've seen mushrooms like that before, but I can't quite catch hold of the memory. It's like a mouse, darting and quick, keeps hiding in little corners of my brain.
Og, who passed out shortly after speaking about mushrooms, snoring away quietly in a corner wakes up. He must have forgotten where he was, or probably had too much Honeyfire ale from Thekla's kitchen. When he stands up, his massive Goliath head bonks against a crossbeam, shaking the framework of the entire tavern.
"Oof! Errrgh..." he says, obviously with a headache from both the prior evening. He looks around and sees a fairly large influx of new patrons of all kinds now in the tavern, but is more concerned about having a meal to ease his headache at the moment. He sits at the bar, slouching over and putting his head in his crossed arms on the bar top. "Thekla, or anyone... could I have some tea and maybe some cheese and bread with butter? Just something simple."
"Purple mushroom, purple mushrooms....hmm. The only mushrooms I can think of that sound similar are the Mors Malculosas or the Regina Deserti, but I believe both are extremely poisonous though." Pyra flips through the pages in her journal and shows Cloud two pages. One has a small, thin, purple mushrooms with large spots growing in an arctic zone. The other one is a fat, swollen looking mushroom with tiny spots, growing in the desert next to a cow skull.
Sorrow opens her bag and reaches inside. Gently she places on the table four small wooden figurines, carved with simple lines but evident skill. Two are Kobolds, one robed, the other wearing an almost comical assortment of armor and weapons. Beside them she places another small figure, a halfling wearing a hooded cloak and carrying a crossbow, and a taller figure of a Kenku wrapped in rags and crouching in the manner of a hunter tracking. Unwrapping a small leather pouch of fine tools she begins to add details to this one, embellishing the feathers that peek out from his wrappings.
"It could be either or neither! I don't think the specific variety is as important as the color, oddly enough, but that's just the nature of the kind of experimental magic I engage in! I've been exploded, vaporized, electrocuted and involuntarily teleported more times than I can remember. I even imploded once, but the cosmos always has a way for you to come back. Sometimes you just have to be willing to eat a strange mushroom!"
Cloud smiles. Sound advice. Nigel, I think that I've seen a patch of those mushrooms on the top of a mountain several miles east. Cloud points to the small mushroom on Pyra's page. It's very cold up there, so it makes sense that they could grow there.
"I would be very careful if you are going to hunt mushrooms like that. They are decomposers and only feed and grow on carcasses, so there's a likely chance that they in the nest of something vicious." Pyra holds up her hands in a claw like fashion and bears her teeth, pretending to be said monster.
The old man lifts his ale then finishes the pint. "Indeed, but I find that cautions, much like the ashes of the dead, are best thrown in the wind!" He mumbles a strange incantation, "shza taron endo nachtay!" With a wave of his hand he disappears, leaving behind a sealed green bottle housing a tiny demon named Zogtroll! On the bottle is a note: This is the demon Zogtroll, Please give him a home and I hope you find him to be as faithful a servant as I have! N.E.R.D.
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Hmmm... A small purple mushroom with yellow spots? Does this mushroom have a name that you know of? Cloud asks. I know the area quite well, I've lived here the past several years, perhaps I know of a patch. Let me rack my memory, but a name might help.
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Sorrows eyes bug out slightly under the onslaught of questions, but she grits her teeth and struggles to push the answers out.
”I guess I did agree. Here goes....”
”We average between two and three feet tall, we eat things that are food, plants and meat. The only taboos on food are eating sentient creatures, but that’s more for our own protection and not all tribes follow it. I practice....a type of magic myself, and Draconic sorcery Issa common among us as any race, of not more so. I have known Kobold wizards, and bards, but few clerics. Most who practice divine magic are outcasts who serve strange gods. Most of my people worship Kurtulmak or Tiamat, and they don’t grant us spells that I know of.”
”As for gender, that is a much different trait for us than for you warm-bloods. I was one of a clutch of three, and I was born male. Perhaps fifteen years ago I found myself without a tribe and surrounded by other males of my kind, and so one of my brothers and I became female. That was when I birthed my only clutch.”
Scarlet lets out a deep sigh and says Well there goes that idea.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Pyra's lets a few oohs, aahs, and hmms as Sorrow answers her questions, noting everything down.
"Oh you were male once and you turned female? How peculiar. Almost like a clown fish. I assume your kind favor warmer temperatures, but I have to ask do your kind migrate or hibernate? Or do you just prefer to avoid cold weather all together?"
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A snort, “My kind wear furs and build fires. The cold doesn’t bother myself or my bloodline however, we are descended of white dragons.”
A shake of the head, “I know you do not mean offense with your question, but lesser beasts migrate. Intelligent beings adapt”
Pyra nods listening to Sorrow's explanation.
"Ah, I see. Color dictates draconic lineage. There's nothing wrong with migration, if you cannot handle the conditions in one place then you must simply more to another. I once knew an Aarakocra who did that. Lovely man. The Mother of Creation has made some places uninhabitable for a reason, and we be best to heed the warnings she gives us to either leave or stay away. You'd call them intelligent, but I have another name for those who try to defy nature in such ways, stubborn. And stubbornness will get you killed." Pyra closes her book and tucks her quill into her pocket. She gives Sorrow a toothy grin, cradling her journal to her chest.
"Thank you for the information though, I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. Do you want anything in return? I can pay for a meal or your room if you like. Or you could have mine. I'm most likely not going to use it anyway. I plan on going back into the fields of this strange place, see if I can find anymore specimens for my research. I'll probably end up in a tree again."
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”I need nothing from you. I gave you what you asked because it amused me to answer. As for defying nature.. well.”
this smile shows a mouth full of sharp fangs. She licks them slowly and chuckles.
”Nature is meant to be tamed, subjugated, crushed. Nature made me small and weak and craven, but my blood sings with magic and it has made me greater than nature ever could.”
"You know, Nature dictated that my home village freeze in a great ice storm. Nobody heeded it warning but me so I was the only one that lived. The men tried to fight it by building great fires, the woman knitted blankets and held their children close. Even my parents locked themselves away in their home." Pyra sighs sadly, shoulder slumping slightly.
"They all froze in the night. When I saw the signs I tried to warn people. Nobody ever wants to listen to the demon spawn though. I ended up sneaking out of my parents house and made my way into the near by forest, where I met my Mentor who took me in and taught me to embrace the harsh changes and to move along with them. I've traveled the world ever since. I've seen the sea claim ships and towns be over taken with plants and roots, I've watched airships be taken down strong winds and villages consumed by flames they thought they could control. If there is one thing I am proud and terrified to say I have learned from my many years on this world, is that nature always wins. But enough of this talk. I've got butter doves with my name on them. Goodbye Sorrow, it was interesting to here your thoughts such matters."
Pyra boops Sorrow on the nose and walks off back to the bar and Cloud, tail swaying happily behind her.
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Sorrow’s Clutch watches the Tiefling stride away, idly rubbing her snout. For a moment her eyes are distant, remembering someone else with the same abiding faith and deep sadness. Someone else who had been certain of their convictions even in the face of Sorrow’s endless cynicism and cruelty.
For a moment she is wistful and even smiles at the memory.
But then she remembers his eyes at the end, and the smile is bitter again, and she orders the strongest drink the bar offers.
”You should have ran, Grimly. Especially when I asked you to stay.”
She tosses back the drink and orders another. It won’t take many to keep her sleep dreamless.
Cloud, seeing Pyra, invites her into the conversation. Pyra, Nigel here is looking for some small purple mushrooms with yellow spots. Have you ever heard of such mushrooms, and if so, do you know their name or where they might be found? I feel like I've seen mushrooms like that before, but I can't quite catch hold of the memory. It's like a mouse, darting and quick, keeps hiding in little corners of my brain.
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Og, who passed out shortly after speaking about mushrooms, snoring away quietly in a corner wakes up. He must have forgotten where he was, or probably had too much Honeyfire ale from Thekla's kitchen. When he stands up, his massive Goliath head bonks against a crossbeam, shaking the framework of the entire tavern.
"Oof! Errrgh..." he says, obviously with a headache from both the prior evening. He looks around and sees a fairly large influx of new patrons of all kinds now in the tavern, but is more concerned about having a meal to ease his headache at the moment. He sits at the bar, slouching over and putting his head in his crossed arms on the bar top. "Thekla, or anyone... could I have some tea and maybe some cheese and bread with butter? Just something simple."
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"Purple mushroom, purple mushrooms....hmm. The only mushrooms I can think of that sound similar are the Mors Malculosas or the Regina Deserti, but I believe both are extremely poisonous though." Pyra flips through the pages in her journal and shows Cloud two pages. One has a small, thin, purple mushrooms with large spots growing in an arctic zone. The other one is a fat, swollen looking mushroom with tiny spots, growing in the desert next to a cow skull.
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Sorrow opens her bag and reaches inside. Gently she places on the table four small wooden figurines, carved with simple lines but evident skill. Two are Kobolds, one robed, the other wearing an almost comical assortment of armor and weapons. Beside them she places another small figure, a halfling wearing a hooded cloak and carrying a crossbow, and a taller figure of a Kenku wrapped in rags and crouching in the manner of a hunter tracking. Unwrapping a small leather pouch of fine tools she begins to add details to this one, embellishing the feathers that peek out from his wrappings.
Nigel? Do either of these look like what you're looking for?
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"It could be either or neither! I don't think the specific variety is as important as the color, oddly enough, but that's just the nature of the kind of experimental magic I engage in! I've been exploded, vaporized, electrocuted and involuntarily teleported more times than I can remember. I even imploded once, but the cosmos always has a way for you to come back. Sometimes you just have to be willing to eat a strange mushroom!"
“Sometimes you have to be willing to eat a strange mushroom. That is wisdom of the highest order if I’ve ever heard it”
Sorrow can not help but eavesdrop, anything to fill her mind.
Cloud smiles. Sound advice. Nigel, I think that I've seen a patch of those mushrooms on the top of a mountain several miles east. Cloud points to the small mushroom on Pyra's page. It's very cold up there, so it makes sense that they could grow there.
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"I would be very careful if you are going to hunt mushrooms like that. They are decomposers and only feed and grow on carcasses, so there's a likely chance that they in the nest of something vicious." Pyra holds up her hands in a claw like fashion and bears her teeth, pretending to be said monster.
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The old man lifts his ale then finishes the pint. "Indeed, but I find that cautions, much like the ashes of the dead, are best thrown in the wind!"
He mumbles a strange incantation, "shza taron endo nachtay!" With a wave of his hand he disappears, leaving behind a sealed green bottle housing a tiny demon named Zogtroll! On the bottle is a note:
This is the demon Zogtroll, Please give him a home and I hope you find him to be as faithful a servant as I have!
N.E.R.D.