Traydark follows Ploopploopeen to Sloobludop to be bait to the followers of Leemooggoogoon.
"Yes, I'm not surprised you can smell your mother right now, should make you feel right at home duergar." The noble drow comments with a smile and a wink. It's clearly more of a playful banter than a derisive tone now though. He continues to warily follow the others, keeping a good look out for the insurgents while also trying to remember to breath through his mouth.
Perception: 20
There are plenty of other kuo-toa around, but it isn't obvious which faction they belong to currently, if they do at all.
As they move through the city, Katryl comes over to Khessa. She speaks to her in a quiet voice. "I know it's not much, but you're welcome to my leather armor. You probably could get more use out of it than I do. I'm holding out no hope that these folks have any chain around here anywhere. Don't you think they'd use it themselves if they did?"
As she sees the statue she can't help but remark, "Do you suppose that is the Sea Mother?"
"Thank you very much" Khessa smiles at Katryl. "It'll still be better than the 'protection' I'm wearing now..." she lowers her blue eyes to the thin shirt that clings to her well-shaped, athletic physique... an item of clothing now clean and surprisingly neat, thanks to Traydark's intervention, but still neither harder nor more resistant for this. "Even if" the blonde arcane warrior resumes "I don't completely lose hope in a real chainmail. The fact that they don't use them, may depend on the fact that they would limit them too much movement in the water. Or from lack of training in wearing them effectively. But they could certainly have gotten hold of some of them and kept them to sell. If you think about it, the kuo-toa who attacked us, if they had won, now they'd have at least your and Silas's two leather suits… If I'd had my chainmail but I'd been defeated, they'd have that too. So it's not impossible that they have one. We'll see if Ploopploopeen can find me anything. You know," she puts her arm around her shoulders, as if to confide a big secret to her "fighting half-naked is a thrilling experience in its own way... but now that I've already experienced this thrill for various fights," she concludes, with a wink "I'm ready to return to the boring but safer tradition of wearing iron, before entering the fray".
The tall adventuress is also looking around curiously as they tour the city built by this completely new culture for her, so she too notices the statue and, judging by the deference with which it is treated, replies to the rogue genasi: "I think so! It must be her! Look how they worship her... In their own way," she lowers her voice, so that only the nearby friends can hear "at least - I would NOT like to be worshiped with rotten fish at all! But hey, who am I, all in all, to argue with the tastes of a goddess?"
..."Yes, I'm not surprised you can smell your mother right now, should make you feel right at home duergar." The noble drow comments with a smile and a wink. It's clearly more of a playful banter than a derisive tone now though. ...
Khessa is sooooo glad that Traydark and Ebzer are even joking together…
'Who would have thought?' she finds herself thinking, once again, as a smile spontaneously crosses her lips before she even realizes it 'Traydark seems so different from the embittered and contemptuous drow he had been at the beginning of his imprisonment... And perhaps even Ebzer, who at the time, I'm almost sure, would have gladly wrung his neck, is noticing! We are becoming as I had hoped. One unit. A group. Even friends, maybe? I'd believed it from the beginning... but I wouldn't have dared hope it could happen so soon!'
Blibdoolpoolp is a scavenger goddess, meaning that discarded and recovered items are worthy offerings — and the more personal the better. Regurgitating at the goddess’s feet is considered a sincere show of faith.
Near the shrine is a larger hovel, where the priest claims his abode, and urges you inside to wait while he leaves to make plans with the followers of the Deep Father. He will leave several monitors outside the hovel to stand guard, but mentions it shouldn't be too long.
Silas comes to himself in the priest's hovel and gets the gist of the plan from his party members. He casts cure wounds on himself and another who needs it. Then he is entirely out of spells until a long rest can be taken.
That said, he offers a boon to Katryl. If she says yes
He lays a hand on her head and she feels herself grow quiet. She can still speak and hear as normal, but a field of some kind seems to dampen the sounds of her movement. (Blessing of the Trickster: can give a willing person adv on Stealth rolls for one hour)
If she says no, he offers the same boon to Khessa.
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The noble drow follows Ploopploopeen to his lavish hovel, finding somewhere inside to sit and clean up after the last leg of their journey before nibbling on some flavoured mushrooms.
"Oh Silas!" Khessa is so relieved to see that Tabaxi regains consciousness too "Welcome back among us!" she hugs him gently and cautiously, as if she's afraid to break him "I was almost starting to fear having bandaged your wounds wrongly..."
Upon seeing him use his magical powers to heal himself, the blonde arcane warrior comments: "Thank goodness you have this ability... Unfortunately, with my limited knowledge and with the two improvised bandages I had at my disposal, I was unable to heal you much..."
When he seems to be looking around to decide who else to heal, the tall adventure points out the proud (but wounded) duergar: "Ebzer could benefit from your attentions... He had to keep the kuo-toa boss busy for a long time and you experienced yourself what blows that big fish was delivering..."
While you all are waiting inside the hovel, you hear a heated argument (as such), and it sounds like the son of the priest doesn't believe they need the help of outsiders in their sacred affairs. The priest throws him off verbally and tells his son to not go against the goddess's visions.
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(Katryl Religion Check: 10)
Once Khessa agrees, Katryl removes the leather armor she is wearing, leaving herself with just her very light blouse to wear. "I do usually try to avoid being hit in a fight rather than relying on that armor to protect me. I'll be fine." She adds under her breath, "Let's hope."
Later, Katryl is a little taken aback when Silas offers her a boon. "Sure, of course," she says, hoping that none of her uncertainty shows through. As the effect takes effect, she gives the tabaxi a smile. "Thank you."
While you all are waiting inside the hovel, you hear a heated argument (as such), and it sounds like the son of the priest doesn't believe they need the help of outsiders in their sacred affairs. The priest throws him off verbally and tells his son to not go against the goddess's visions.
"Let's hope Ploopploopeen's son doesn't do anything stupid..." Khessa mutters "Who cares if we give him a hand? Does he feel hurt in his pride? He reminds me of my brother Rethos... Stubborn and quarrelsome..." her gaze darkens a little as she sighs "...I just hope, for his own sake, that during his captivity he quickly learns what we in the family have failed to teach him over the course of his 13 years of life!"
...Once Khessa agrees, Katryl removes the leather armor she is wearing, leaving herself with just her very light blouse to wear. "I do usually try to avoid being hit in a fight rather than relying on that armor to protect me. I'll be fine." She adds under her breath, "Let's hope." ...
Khessa smiles warmly once again at her genasi friend, putting on her armour: "I continue to hope that, on her return, an influential person like Ploopploopeen, capable probably of giving orders to half the population of this city (not hamlet, not village , but city...), manages to get hold of a chainmail. But in the meantime, thank you! I'll try not to get your leather ruined!"
Hearing all the discussion about armor, he looks down at his own accoutrements. The thin furs clinging tightly to his toned masculine body, exuding virility and yet unattainability, long hair and beard blowing in the breeze like one of those drawings on the covers of the romance scrolls he secretly reads....
Eh, who am I kidding, he's a chubby gray dwarf wearing animal skins.
As he sits leaned back in his chair, pondering the implications of the demon activity in the underdark, the purple eyes of the noble drow is inevitably drawn to the exchange of armour between the two females and a pleased smile tugs at his lips. A lack of proper equipment had it's advantages after all.
Khessa, since you wanted to keep an eye out for possible armor, make an investigation check while you're in the priest's hovel.
Within an hour the archpriest returns and beckons you all to follow him down toward the waterfront where the shrine to the Deep Father sits. The idol to Leemooggoogoon the Deep Father consists of a large hide cut roughly in the shape of a manta ray and stretched out on cords between two support poles. A dead, splayed-out manta ray is pinned to the center of the hide. Two dead octopuses are draped across the top, their tentacles pinned and artfully arrayed, their heads tied together and painted with red and blue pigments. The idol reeks of decay, and the broad stone altar below the idol is stained dark with blood.
Six kuo-toa are working on the idol, cleaning up and arranging offerings, while a dedicated looking Whip and 2 monitors wait to receive the offerings. Against a nearby wall there is a duergar chained and looking near the point of death. On the other side there is another hovel you can surmise belongs to Bloppblippodd the priestess to the Deep Father. After a brief moment she comes out of her home to meet the priest and you all.(None of you are bound at all yet)
The archpriest of the Sea Mother steps forward across the span of the altar toward the kuo-toa waiting for him there.“The time has come,”he says,“for us to acknowledge your divine vision and welcome it. I have brought these as offerings.”He gestures toward all of you, standing within a circle of guards behind him.“Will you not accept them?” “You are wise, father,”the younger archpriest replies.“I accept your offering in the name of the Deep Father. May their blood nourish and strengthen him!”A burbling cheer goes up from the surrounding kuo-toa, their fists raised in the air.
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The noble drow obediently follows along, hoping this is not a big mistake. As the group arrives at the waterfront he keeps a good lookout for any sea vessel that they could escape with in the off chance this ruse doesn't go quite as planned. Perception: 14
As he notices the chained duergar he looks over at Ebzer, walking a bit closer to the brave warrior. "Keep calm and wait for the opportune moment." He says quietly, then standing warily, waiting for what will happen next. Perception: 16
Khessa notices Ebzer's expression and can well understand what his duergar friend is feeling... the sight of a helpless dwarf reduced like that makes even her such anger!
"Keep calm and wait for the opportune moment" she hears Traydark's calm voice advise.
"...and once the opportune moment comes," she adds, with a grim smile, looking at both of them with her blue eyes gleaming with determination "let's show them how much we want to please their carcasses-made-god... by sending them to meet it in person!"
"Mm, that's the spirit Khessa, send them all into an abyss of endless torment."Traydark says quietly, nodding in agreement with the blonde warriors merciless plan.
The noble drow obediently follows along, hoping this is not a big mistake. As the group arrives at the waterfront he keeps a good lookout for any sea vessel that they could escape with in the off chance this ruse doesn't go quite as planned. Perception: 20
As he notices the chained duergar he looks over at Ebzer, walking a bit closer to the brave warrior. "Keep calm and wait for the opportune moment." He says quietly, then standing warily, waiting for what will happen next. Perception: 11
There are several boats tied to the dock nearby and only a few kuo-toa around them currently. You do see though, as well, quite a few more kuo-toa joining the side of the priestess.
While you don't find any useable armor, you do find the priest's stash of things he has culled from...somewhere: 500 cp, 2,000 sp, 150 gp, 27 pp, a strand of matched pearls worth 1,000 gp total, two potions of healing, a potion of water breathing, and a spell scroll of light.
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The duergar tries to scowl, but involuntarily snorts in amusement... and instantly regrets it.
There are plenty of other kuo-toa around, but it isn't obvious which faction they belong to currently, if they do at all.
"Thank you very much" Khessa smiles at Katryl. "It'll still be better than the 'protection' I'm wearing now..." she lowers her blue eyes to the thin shirt that clings to her well-shaped, athletic physique... an item of clothing now clean and surprisingly neat, thanks to Traydark's intervention, but still neither harder nor more resistant for this. "Even if" the blonde arcane warrior resumes "I don't completely lose hope in a real chainmail. The fact that they don't use them, may depend on the fact that they would limit them too much movement in the water. Or from lack of training in wearing them effectively. But they could certainly have gotten hold of some of them and kept them to sell. If you think about it, the kuo-toa who attacked us, if they had won, now they'd have at least your and Silas's two leather suits… If I'd had my chainmail but I'd been defeated, they'd have that too. So it's not impossible that they have one. We'll see if Ploopploopeen can find me anything. You know," she puts her arm around her shoulders, as if to confide a big secret to her "fighting half-naked is a thrilling experience in its own way... but now that I've already experienced this thrill for various fights," she concludes, with a wink "I'm ready to return to the boring but safer tradition of wearing iron, before entering the fray".
The tall adventuress is also looking around curiously as they tour the city built by this completely new culture for her, so she too notices the statue and, judging by the deference with which it is treated, replies to the rogue genasi: "I think so! It must be her! Look how they worship her... In their own way," she lowers her voice, so that only the nearby friends can hear "at least - I would NOT like to be worshiped with rotten fish at all! But hey, who am I, all in all, to argue with the tastes of a goddess?"
Khessa is sooooo glad that Traydark and Ebzer are even joking together…
'Who would have thought?' she finds herself thinking, once again, as a smile spontaneously crosses her lips before she even realizes it 'Traydark seems so different from the embittered and contemptuous drow he had been at the beginning of his imprisonment... And perhaps even Ebzer, who at the time, I'm almost sure, would have gladly wrung his neck, is noticing! We are becoming as I had hoped. One unit. A group. Even friends, maybe? I'd believed it from the beginning... but I wouldn't have dared hope it could happen so soon!'
Anyone may roll a Religion check, DC 13:
Blibdoolpoolp is a scavenger goddess, meaning that discarded and recovered items are worthy offerings — and the more personal the better. Regurgitating at the goddess’s feet is considered a sincere show of faith.
Near the shrine is a larger hovel, where the priest claims his abode, and urges you inside to wait while he leaves to make plans with the followers of the Deep Father. He will leave several monitors outside the hovel to stand guard, but mentions it shouldn't be too long.
Silas comes to himself in the priest's hovel and gets the gist of the plan from his party members. He casts cure wounds on himself and another who needs it. Then he is entirely out of spells until a long rest can be taken.
That said, he offers a boon to Katryl. If she says yes
He lays a hand on her head and she feels herself grow quiet. She can still speak and hear as normal, but a field of some kind seems to dampen the sounds of her movement. (Blessing of the Trickster: can give a willing person adv on Stealth rolls for one hour)
If she says no, he offers the same boon to Khessa.
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
The noble drow follows Ploopploopeen to his lavish hovel, finding somewhere inside to sit and clean up after the last leg of their journey before nibbling on some flavoured mushrooms.
Religion: 19
"Oh Silas!" Khessa is so relieved to see that Tabaxi regains consciousness too "Welcome back among us!" she hugs him gently and cautiously, as if she's afraid to break him "I was almost starting to fear having bandaged your wounds wrongly..."
Upon seeing him use his magical powers to heal himself, the blonde arcane warrior comments: "Thank goodness you have this ability... Unfortunately, with my limited knowledge and with the two improvised bandages I had at my disposal, I was unable to heal you much..."
When he seems to be looking around to decide who else to heal, the tall adventure points out the proud (but wounded) duergar: "Ebzer could benefit from your attentions... He had to keep the kuo-toa boss busy for a long time and you experienced yourself what blows that big fish was delivering..."
Silas casts cure wounds on Ebzer.
Cure Wounds: 10
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
While you all are waiting inside the hovel, you hear a heated argument (as such), and it sounds like the son of the priest doesn't believe they need the help of outsiders in their sacred affairs. The priest throws him off verbally and tells his son to not go against the goddess's visions.
(Katryl Religion Check: 10)
Once Khessa agrees, Katryl removes the leather armor she is wearing, leaving herself with just her very light blouse to wear. "I do usually try to avoid being hit in a fight rather than relying on that armor to protect me. I'll be fine." She adds under her breath, "Let's hope."
Later, Katryl is a little taken aback when Silas offers her a boon. "Sure, of course," she says, hoping that none of her uncertainty shows through. As the effect takes effect, she gives the tabaxi a smile. "Thank you."
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"Let's hope Ploopploopeen's son doesn't do anything stupid..." Khessa mutters "Who cares if we give him a hand? Does he feel hurt in his pride? He reminds me of my brother Rethos... Stubborn and quarrelsome..." her gaze darkens a little as she sighs "...I just hope, for his own sake, that during his captivity he quickly learns what we in the family have failed to teach him over the course of his 13 years of life!"
Khessa smiles warmly once again at her genasi friend, putting on her armour: "I continue to hope that, on her return, an influential person like Ploopploopeen, capable probably of giving orders to half the population of this city (not hamlet, not village , but city...), manages to get hold of a chainmail. But in the meantime, thank you! I'll try not to get your leather ruined!"
Surprised, Ebzer nods to the Tabaxi, "Thank you."
Hearing all the discussion about armor, he looks down at his own accoutrements. The thin furs clinging tightly to his toned masculine body, exuding virility and yet unattainability, long hair and beard blowing in the breeze like one of those drawings on the covers of the romance scrolls he secretly reads....
Eh, who am I kidding, he's a chubby gray dwarf wearing animal skins.
As he sits leaned back in his chair, pondering the implications of the demon activity in the underdark, the purple eyes of the noble drow is inevitably drawn to the exchange of armour between the two females and a pleased smile tugs at his lips. A lack of proper equipment had it's advantages after all.
Khessa, since you wanted to keep an eye out for possible armor, make an investigation check while you're in the priest's hovel.
Within an hour the archpriest returns and beckons you all to follow him down toward the waterfront where the shrine to the Deep Father sits. The idol to Leemooggoogoon the Deep Father consists of a large hide cut roughly in the shape of a manta ray and stretched out on cords between two support poles. A dead, splayed-out manta ray is pinned to the center of the hide. Two dead octopuses are draped across the top, their tentacles pinned and artfully arrayed, their heads tied together and painted with red and blue pigments. The idol reeks of decay, and the broad stone altar below the idol is stained dark with blood.
Six kuo-toa are working on the idol, cleaning up and arranging offerings, while a dedicated looking Whip and 2 monitors wait to receive the offerings. Against a nearby wall there is a duergar chained and looking near the point of death. On the other side there is another hovel you can surmise belongs to Bloppblippodd the priestess to the Deep Father. After a brief moment she comes out of her home to meet the priest and you all. (None of you are bound at all yet)
The archpriest of the Sea Mother steps forward across the span of the altar toward the kuo-toa waiting for him there. “The time has come,” he says, “for us to acknowledge your divine vision and welcome it. I have brought these as offerings.” He gestures toward all of you, standing within a circle of guards behind him. “Will you not accept them?” “You are wise, father,” the younger archpriest replies. “I accept your offering in the name of the Deep Father. May their blood nourish and strengthen him!” A burbling cheer goes up from the surrounding kuo-toa, their fists raised in the air.
Ebzer feels his blood beginning to boil as he witnesses the chained-up duergar.
The noble drow obediently follows along, hoping this is not a big mistake. As the group arrives at the waterfront he keeps a good lookout for any sea vessel that they could escape with in the off chance this ruse doesn't go quite as planned.
Perception: 14
As he notices the chained duergar he looks over at Ebzer, walking a bit closer to the brave warrior. "Keep calm and wait for the opportune moment." He says quietly, then standing warily, waiting for what will happen next.
Perception: 16
Khessa's Investigation check to find an armor: 4
Khessa notices Ebzer's expression and can well understand what his duergar friend is feeling... the sight of a helpless dwarf reduced like that makes even her such anger!
"Keep calm and wait for the opportune moment" she hears Traydark's calm voice advise.
"...and once the opportune moment comes," she adds, with a grim smile, looking at both of them with her blue eyes gleaming with determination "let's show them how much we want to please their carcasses-made-god... by sending them to meet it in person!"
"Mm, that's the spirit Khessa, send them all into an abyss of endless torment." Traydark says quietly, nodding in agreement with the blonde warriors merciless plan.
There are several boats tied to the dock nearby and only a few kuo-toa around them currently. You do see though, as well, quite a few more kuo-toa joining the side of the priestess.
While you don't find any useable armor, you do find the priest's stash of things he has culled from...somewhere: 500 cp, 2,000 sp, 150 gp, 27 pp, a strand of matched pearls worth 1,000 gp total, two potions of healing, a potion of water breathing, and a spell scroll of light.