Trisk bows to the gray-bearded man in black robes sitting on the gilded throne.
"Greetings your most high lordship! I noticed from outside a dragon appears to have entered your fine keep and thought I should enquire whether or not he was a welcome guest?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
No cake as such, but kitchens are always adjacent to the banquet hall, so when you were in the banquet hall, you were one room away. Some of the PCs would know this. A magical woodland demigod creature may or may not.
Fast hands. When everything else is frozen in time. This is what power creep looks like.
The wester part of the banquet hall is the dining terrace. Bathed in twilight, this marble terrace offers a stunning view of the mountains, forests, swamps, and shimmering horizons of Prismeer. Spaced about the balcony are tables draped in white tablecloths with chairs set around each one.
At the far end of the banquet hall is a door behind which lies the kitchen. An eight-foot-tall, three-foot-diameter, multitiered cake rests on a large round table in this kitchen, which also contains a stove and an assortment of mismatched cupboards and worktables. Eight pixies are suspended in midair around the cake, each wearing a chef’s hat and a flour-stained apron. Six of the pixies squeeze cloth tubes that have icing coming out of them. The other two hold armfuls of tiny crimson candles.
Thick creepers with broad leaves encroach on the kitchen through a partially open door in the middle of a concave wall. The roots stretch across the floor and coil around the large table, but not around a smaller, rectangular wheeled table that has three trussed-up giant rats on it.
An open doorway leading from the kitchen has thick creepers spreading through it.
Piccolo smiles, thinking it will be nice to make the huge woman giant happy. She looks for the best method of bringing up the largest piece she can manage, looking for a platter or other method of carrying. Then, realizing she is not very strong, she tried to creatively figure out another method, including looking for a think she heard of called a dumbwaiter that could bring the cake up to a higher floor. Finding none, she will resort to cutting 6 pieces, putting them on 6 plates, and taking 3 trips up and down the steps, but not entering the room of the giant until all of them are upstairs.
Then, she knocks on the door, opens it, playing her tiny instrument. "It is an image of the delicious cake, but it also is an image of the giant woman helping the tiny girl." Then she brings in several plates of cake.
The bearded man upon the throne sneers, "I am Lord Kelek, and the palace is now mine to rule," he states confidently. But at the mention of the dragon, a flush of dread passed briefly over his face. "That creature is a menace. A stray pet the the previous occupants fed and now we can't be rid of. If you came to offer your services in this regard, it would be a most welcome boom, should you succeed."
The glowing-eyed helmed warrior remains silent, eyeing the party mirthlessly.
"Oh, and just out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to have a uncoorn's horn, would you?" Kelek adds, as an afterthought.
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Uriel:
Put off by the imperious nature of the bearded man's attitude, Uriel attempts to assess his intent. "By the previous occupant, do you mean the fey queen? By what right do you lay claim to lordship of this castle?"
Insight: 16
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Piccolo smiles, thinking it will be nice to make the huge woman giant happy. She looks for the best method of bringing up the largest piece she can manage, looking for a platter or other method of carrying. Then, realizing she is not very strong, she tried to creatively figure out another method, including looking for a think she heard of called a dumbwaiter that could bring the cake up to a higher floor. Finding none, she will resort to cutting 6 pieces, putting them on 6 plates, and taking 3 trips up and down the steps, but not entering the room of the giant until all of them are upstairs.
Then, she knocks on the door, opens it, playing her tiny instrument. "It is an image of the delicious cake, but it also is an image of the giant woman helping the tiny girl." Then she brings in several plates of cake.
<I missed this one. Crosspost. Kitchen is immediately beside the banquet hall. No difference in elevation. There is a tea cart in the banquet hall.>
The tea cart’s drawers contain utensils, candlesticks, teacups, saucers, bowls, and napkins. It has wheels.
Seeing the cake finally delivered, as promised, the giant's mood settles and she delighted ly begins eating it. Even for such a huge appetite, it's clear this will take quite some time.
Piccolo smiles in delight that the giantess is happier.
She plays a tune, trying to convey that she needs help with what is wrong here. "It has images of things not moving, casters starting to cast, a dragon sleeping."
"The demon consort? Did you seek her to fulfill your wishes, as so many othersI require the horn to retrieve an object. Perhaps we can help one another. If you can bring me the horn, maybe I can do something for you. As you pkainly see, it is I who now sit upon the throne of Prismeer"
<I don't know what so with these I sight checks. You can probably tell they took it by force, bit he's not goo g to just say that. I feel like there's nothing I can tell you the player that you wouldn't already know. Good roll, though>
"This unicorn horn you seek, have you any ideas on where to begin our search?"
Trisk folds his hands within his robes in a non-threatening manner, prepared to wait patiently and have a discussion.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
”I will not kill a unicorn or butcher a living one, but if I come across a ‘detached’ unicorn horn, I would consider a trade. I assume you offer at least one wish in return?” counters Uriel with a slight nod to Drain.
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Piccolo smiles in delight that the giantess is happier.
She plays a tune, trying to convey that she needs help with what is wrong here. "It has images of things not moving, casters starting to cast, a dragon sleeping."
<Is she trying to get help from the fomorian? Her not trying to eat her is the win state that was unlocked by cake. Herself, an interloper in the castle, she has little fear of what lies within, perhaps unwisely.>
"There is a unicorn called Lamorna who lives on a small islet within Thither's Wayward pool. I have sent one of my lackeys to retrieve it, but if younhappened to have one, I'd rather have it sooner than later." the bearded man replies.
<some players actually already gave away a unicorn horn. They took a fey crossing to Oerth, but the horn is where they left it. Honestly, I wouldn't worry about it.>
Picollo has acquired a rapier and served a cake. She saw vines geowing into the kitchen ferm the next room.
Trisk, Drain and Tetrevess spoke to three hags and two departed, leaving Endelyn (the youngest and tallest) in tbe study where the knight is tied to a balcony but suspended over the court of storms. The trio are face to face with Kelek, who sits on tbe throne in the central tower, a figure sulking behind it and a glowing eyes armored figure at his side.
He wants you to get rid of the dragon and asked if you have a unicorn horn.
Drain will casually gesture towards the thrown. "Well, we don't have a unicorn horn...but if we find one maybe we can share it if the price is right"
He is going to try to secretly send a message to the shape behind the throne...
Message:
Do you have anything to add here? You can reply to me and others wont here.
You point toward a creature within range and whisper a message. The target (and only the target) hears the message and can reply in a whisper that only you can hear.
You can cast this spell through solid objects if you are familiar with the target and know it is beyond the barrier. Magical silence; 1 foot of stone, metal, or wood; or a thin sheet of lead blocks the spell.
Piccolo says goodbye through some notes to the giantess and heads back to the kitchen area. She examines the vines she saw earlier, and tries to determine more about the next room.
As she examines the vines, she will touch them with a long object and see if they react in any way.
Drain will casually gesture towards the thrown. "Well, we don't have a unicorn horn...but if we find one maybe we can share it if the price is right"
He is going to try to secretly send a message to the shape behind the throne...
Message:
Do you have anything to add here? You can reply to me and others wont here.
You point toward a creature within range and whisper a message. The target (and only the target) hears the message and can reply in a whisper that only you can hear.
You can cast this spell through solid objects if you are familiar with the target and know it is beyond the barrier. Magical silence; 1 foot of stone, metal, or wood; or a thin sheet of lead blocks the spell.
You hear the following: "What was that? Damn! he sees me. Crap! He can probably hear what I'm thinking. I'm not thinking. I am not thinking. <pause> I wonder if that worked. Crap! (To the tune of Greensleeves): 🎶 How do you let someone know if your hotcakes are selling well 🎶"
<I know it's not detect thoughts, but this guy woukd be the world's worst assassin and talks to himself becasue he has no inner monologue. So, everyone else hears this too.>
From his throne, Kelek shouts, "Pipe down you imbecile!" Then, to Drain, adds, "And what's with the crown you're wearing anyway? If yiure some sort of royal shouldn't someone announce you when you enter my throne room?"
Trisk bows to the gray-bearded man in black robes sitting on the gilded throne.
"Greetings your most high lordship! I noticed from outside a dragon appears to have entered your fine keep and thought I should enquire whether or not he was a welcome guest?"
No cake as such, but kitchens are always adjacent to the banquet hall, so when you were in the banquet hall, you were one room away. Some of the PCs would know this. A magical woodland demigod creature may or may not.
Fast hands. When everything else is frozen in time. This is what power creep looks like.
Picollo checks the rooms off the banquet hall.
The wester part of the banquet hall is the dining terrace. Bathed in twilight, this marble terrace offers a stunning view of the mountains, forests, swamps, and shimmering horizons of Prismeer. Spaced about the balcony are tables draped in white tablecloths with chairs set around each one.
At the far end of the banquet hall is a door behind which lies the kitchen. An eight-foot-tall, three-foot-diameter, multitiered cake rests on a large round table in this kitchen, which also contains a stove and an assortment of mismatched cupboards and worktables. Eight pixies are suspended in midair around the cake, each wearing a chef’s hat and a flour-stained apron. Six of the pixies squeeze cloth tubes that have icing coming out of them. The other two hold armfuls of tiny crimson candles.
Thick creepers with broad leaves encroach on the kitchen through a partially open door in the middle of a concave wall. The roots stretch across the floor and coil around the large table, but not around a smaller, rectangular wheeled table that has three trussed-up giant rats on it.
An open doorway leading from the kitchen has thick creepers spreading through it.
The kitchen also has two other closed doors.
Piccolo smiles, thinking it will be nice to make the huge woman giant happy. She looks for the best method of bringing up the largest piece she can manage, looking for a platter or other method of carrying. Then, realizing she is not very strong, she tried to creatively figure out another method, including looking for a think she heard of called a dumbwaiter that could bring the cake up to a higher floor. Finding none, she will resort to cutting 6 pieces, putting them on 6 plates, and taking 3 trips up and down the steps, but not entering the room of the giant until all of them are upstairs.
Then, she knocks on the door, opens it, playing her tiny instrument. "It is an image of the delicious cake, but it also is an image of the giant woman helping the tiny girl."
Then she brings in several plates of cake.
The bearded man upon the throne sneers, "I am Lord Kelek, and the palace is now mine to rule," he states confidently. But at the mention of the dragon, a flush of dread passed briefly over his face. "That creature is a menace. A stray pet the the previous occupants fed and now we can't be rid of. If you came to offer your services in this regard, it would be a most welcome boom, should you succeed."
The glowing-eyed helmed warrior remains silent, eyeing the party mirthlessly.
"Oh, and just out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to have a uncoorn's horn, would you?" Kelek adds, as an afterthought.
Drain:
Drain is going to follow along with Trisk, assuming Uriel is as well. He glances at PIccolo as she zooms around, just shaking his head.
"Why do you need a Unicorn Horn?"
Uriel:
Put off by the imperious nature of the bearded man's attitude, Uriel attempts to assess his intent. "By the previous occupant, do you mean the fey queen? By what right do you lay claim to lordship of this castle?"
Insight: 16
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
<I missed this one. Crosspost. Kitchen is immediately beside the banquet hall. No difference in elevation. There is a tea cart in the banquet hall.>
The tea cart’s drawers contain utensils, candlesticks, teacups, saucers, bowls, and napkins. It has wheels.
Seeing the cake finally delivered, as promised, the giant's mood settles and she delighted ly begins eating it. Even for such a huge appetite, it's clear this will take quite some time.
Piccolo smiles in delight that the giantess is happier.
She plays a tune, trying to convey that she needs help with what is wrong here. "It has images of things not moving, casters starting to cast, a dragon sleeping."
"The demon consort? Did you seek her to fulfill your wishes, as so many othersI require the horn to retrieve an object. Perhaps we can help one another. If you can bring me the horn, maybe I can do something for you. As you pkainly see, it is I who now sit upon the throne of Prismeer"
<I don't know what so with these I sight checks. You can probably tell they took it by force, bit he's not goo g to just say that. I feel like there's nothing I can tell you the player that you wouldn't already know. Good roll, though>
"This unicorn horn you seek, have you any ideas on where to begin our search?"
Trisk folds his hands within his robes in a non-threatening manner, prepared to wait patiently and have a discussion.
Drain:
Drain elects to keep quiet, and will [spell/]message[spell] to Uriel:
Let us keep calm for now. If we find this unicorn horn, we certainly won't bring it here.
Uriel:
”I will not kill a unicorn or butcher a living one, but if I come across a ‘detached’ unicorn horn, I would consider a trade. I assume you offer at least one wish in return?” counters Uriel with a slight nod to Drain.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
<Is she trying to get help from the fomorian? Her not trying to eat her is the win state that was unlocked by cake. Herself, an interloper in the castle, she has little fear of what lies within, perhaps unwisely.>
"There is a unicorn called Lamorna who lives on a small islet within Thither's Wayward pool. I have sent one of my lackeys to retrieve it, but if younhappened to have one, I'd rather have it sooner than later." the bearded man replies.
<some players actually already gave away a unicorn horn. They took a fey crossing to Oerth, but the horn is where they left it. Honestly, I wouldn't worry about it.>
State of affairs:
Picollo has acquired a rapier and served a cake. She saw vines geowing into the kitchen ferm the next room.
Trisk, Drain and Tetrevess spoke to three hags and two departed, leaving Endelyn (the youngest and tallest) in tbe study where the knight is tied to a balcony but suspended over the court of storms. The trio are face to face with Kelek, who sits on tbe throne in the central tower, a figure sulking behind it and a glowing eyes armored figure at his side.
He wants you to get rid of the dragon and asked if you have a unicorn horn.
Drain:
Drain will casually gesture towards the thrown. "Well, we don't have a unicorn horn...but if we find one maybe we can share it if the price is right"
He is going to try to secretly send a message to the shape behind the throne...
Message:
Do you have anything to add here? You can reply to me and others wont here.
You point toward a creature within range and whisper a message. The target (and only the target) hears the message and can reply in a whisper that only you can hear.
You can cast this spell through solid objects if you are familiar with the target and know it is beyond the barrier. Magical silence; 1 foot of stone, metal, or wood; or a thin sheet of lead blocks the spell.
Piccolo says goodbye through some notes to the giantess and heads back to the kitchen area. She examines the vines she saw earlier, and tries to determine more about the next room.
As she examines the vines, she will touch them with a long object and see if they react in any way.
You hear the following: "What was that? Damn! he sees me. Crap! He can probably hear what I'm thinking. I'm not thinking. I am not thinking. <pause> I wonder if that worked. Crap! (To the tune of Greensleeves): 🎶 How do you let someone know if your hotcakes are selling well 🎶"
<I know it's not detect thoughts, but this guy woukd be the world's worst assassin and talks to himself becasue he has no inner monologue. So, everyone else hears this too.>
From his throne, Kelek shouts, "Pipe down you imbecile!" Then, to Drain, adds, "And what's with the crown you're wearing anyway? If yiure some sort of royal shouldn't someone announce you when you enter my throne room?"