Mimzy does her best to conceal her amazement regarding her mother's appearance and remains for the most part sedate by complimenting her instead. "Yes, please permit me to introduce my friends, especially Mender there... whom you were especially interested in." Introductions made Mimzy once more turns to her mother, "whatever new potion you've brewed in your Caudron mother is most impressive and to be admired! It truly does you justice. You might even wish to consider bottling the potion and selling it to the humans and buying a realm or two with the profits."
The hag grins at Mimzy, betraying a row of needle-like teeth."No potion, my pet - I imagine the swamp air does miracles for one's skin."
Turning back to the group: "I suppose I'd better explain. Kaelroc and I crossed paths while he was en route to Mermosapolis. I was ready to jinx the poor traveler for trespassing in my neck of the woods, but something about him struck my fancy. We began to talk and made each other laugh - he has quite the variety of tales to tell, you know. It was at that moment I realized, everyone - even a lonely crone such as I - requires companionship. I of all people need it, as my own flesh and blood routinely deserts me to run errands with a filthy little goblin!" Griselda winks to signal jest, but something about the message seems heartfelt. "I hope you will not begrudge me, Mimzy dear... but Kaelroc is staying here with us!" she adds, placing a hand on the goliath's arm.
"Do not allow me to babble... young Mender, Mimzy has informed me of your interest in Spirit Pools. How fascinating." The hag strides over to the room's central hearth and retrieves a tray of delicious looking pastries - baklavas, puffs, eclairs and more, with a wafting aroma which overwhelms your senses and makes your mouths water. "Do tell me more!"
Moments before, Mugwort finally returns to the entrance to Griselda's home. Looking around, he quickly doffs his clothing and equipment to take a VERY quick dip in the pool of water Mender used earlier to 'wash up' in. In. Out. Get dressed and move into the home -- following the sound of talking faintly echoing from below.
JUST as Griselda says, "... filthy little goblin..." he trips on the last step into the room and falls flat on his face. A groan and slow rise back to his feet; he tries to dust himself off, however, he was still wet and the floor is dusty and... he smears himself with streaks of mud.
"Hi ho, Lady G. Thank you for allowing us to visit your home this fine evening." Mugwort tries to polish a non-existent apple in vain.
"Oh, OK" Mender would reply, sitting up straightly and placing his leather hat on his lap... not wanting to put it on the table. "Well... it is kind of a long story but I will try to shorten it. I am more than happy to go into detail if you want..." After a deep breath and a quick nod to Mugwort as he walked in, he would begin telling his story. "I am from an Island called the Emerald Crown. My island mainly consisted kobolds like me and an ancient brass dragon named Ragmar. One day and evil blue dragon named Draxor and a powerful wizard named Grim came and took over the island. I thought they killed Ragmar, but now I am not so sure...." he would pause for a moment.. thinking about the image he saw in the pool of water outside before slightly shaking his head. "Anyway, So I then freed a powerful marid named Doltryp that used to belong to Ragmar. I freed him so that Draxor and Grim couldn't exploit his power. In exchange for his freedom, Doltryp promised to help me reclaim the Island and free my tribe... but apparently he won't have the power to do that until I remove some kind of evil creature from a spirit pool out in the marsh. I guess the spirit pool is a portal that would allow the marid to return to the elemental plane of water... and once he returns his power will be restored and he can finally fulfill his end of our deal."
Mender would pause... looking around the tablet towards each of the people sitting there. "he gave me this book... and this rod to help me." The kobold would then place his ornate dragonscale covered book and sit it on the table along with the strange looking rod. He would then place a clawed finger on the jewled konch shell hanging around his neck. "This used to be Doltryp's prison. Now I can use it to rest sometimes. It is actually pretty nice in there... It is much nicer than sleeping in the mud"
The kobold would then look from the shell back out towards the group.... wondering if maybe he gave away too much information as he tried to determine what Griselda was thinking...
Insight? 22 plus guidance if with his other hand he was able to guidance himself by touching his own leg under the table... 3
Griselda listens attentively to Mender as he recounts his tale. With an insight of 5, she is difficult to get a read on - but without the shadow of a doubt, she is interested. Eyes glinting in the candlelight, she teases a lock of her hair while pondering on what the kobold has said. "Fascinating. I am sure the name 'Doltryp' rings a bell, but I cannot place a..." she says, smiling as she presses her nail into one of the freshly-baked puff pastries, "...finger on where I have heard it before. And for Savras' sake, Mugwort - sit DOWN!' In annoyance, the hag splays the fingers of her right hand, causing a cushioned stool at the opposite end of the room to fly at Mugwort, scoop him up and seat him next to Mimzy (if he wishes to avoid this, a DEX or STR save is required). "Better."
"Now if you will excuse me, there is something I believe I should acquire for you..." With a snap of her fingers, Griselda vanishes, and you hear a muffled voice from upstairs call: "Help yourself to the pastries, they are very good batch!"
The five of you are left facing one another at the great round ebony table. The flickering light of the hearth and candles casts a warm yet eerie light over each of your faces. A tray of delicious looking pastries steams before you. Who breaks the silence first?
Mender would slowly reach out and take a pastry. "Your mom seems really nice..." The kobold would say with his head swivels around the room as though trying to determine where the hag went. He would then look towards Mimzy before taking a very small bite of the baked good.
Kaelroc while still standing, fastens an apron that is clearly way to small for him around his waist. Do not worry little Mender about being cursed. Griselda at first was always telling me she would charm me cut me up and make me into a stew. Going on about how she will cook me alongside the frog eyes, cat nails and kobold tails...
Glancing at Mugwort he takes two of the largest pastries - smashes them together. With a single stride he closes in on Mugwort and stairs down at the goblin sitting on a stool.
You are so thin. You should eat more. Handing down the two pastries that are now one.
... and yes Mender, I serve Uthgard and smite those whom would harm the tribes of the eleven.
Looking beside Mugwort - Would you like anything in particular Mimzy?
It is clear to everyone Kaelroc does not appear to be worried eating the food of Griselda. This is even more noticeable as he consumes a single pastry in one bite.
Mimzy merely nods and smiles at her, "Oh yes indeed mother, the swamp air does miracles for one's skin." The Fairy quickly agrees and turns to Mugwort, "I highly advise you to be on your best behavior with regard to my dear Mother my little Goblin bohunk. No doubt the swamp air has improved more than her youthful appearance and beauty."
That said Mimzy looks down at the delicious pasties and picks up two of them, taking a bite from each one before putting one back down on the serving tray as she continues to eat the one, she kept until she has eaten it all and begins to look for the ale wash it down.
Mugwort sits on the stool, eyes as wide as an owls. Leaning over he stage whispers to Mimzy, "I didn't recognize your mother, but it must be her - she threw the stool at me like she always does. Though... she normally tries to boop me in the head or backsides..."
Wrinkling up his nose he takes a sniff of the smooshed pastries and licks his lips. Opening his mouth much wider than seems natural Mugwort is about to 'one gulp' the double smoosh when a Fae elbow nearly takes out an eye. "BEST BEHAVIOR," suddenly and loudly hissed in his ear. He nods and with his green-ish yellow 'pinkie finger' raised, he breaks off a morsel and nibbles at the edges of the pastries.
After several minutes of awkward niceties and munching, Griselda reappears in a puff of smoke. Straightening her garments, she takes her seat at the end of the table and, with a flick of her wrist, conjures a bejeweled goblet filled with a dark amber liquid.
"Well, thank you all for coming!" The witch begins to aerate her drink in a slow, circular motion. "You certainly are a quiet lot. I suppose you are wondering why on earth I invited you here?"
Between nibbles, Mugwort tries to speak without shooting crumbs across the table. "Did you tell her about the undead Hands and the chasm next to the Inn? How much do you think she knows? " He stammers to a halt and looks at the immense person in the teeny tiny apron. "Good Day to you Sir. How long have you been working here waiting tables?"
"Yes... I assumed it was because you wanted to help me find the spirit pool? maybe..." Mender would suggest before slowly eating the last bite of his pastry. "But I suppose it is not uncommon for a mother to simply want to get to know the friends of her children... to ensure that they are not acting as bad influences for her."
Griselda smiles icily, her eyes flashing with anger as Mugwort mentions today's encounter with the grave wight."Yes kobold, you are correct. I do wish to know more about the ...friends... who would drag my only daughter into harm's way. As though she were not capable of enough mischief on her own!" She is practically hissing now, and the candles flicker violently in response. She whacks her hand against the table, rattling it with surprising force.
"Chasms? Undead hands? This hardly proves any of you are suitable company for Mimzy..." then menacingly: "..though she has convinced me not to stew you. Not yet."
Fon looks at the half eaten food on his plate and looks at carefully checking to see if anything suspicious is on it or if it has a strange taste or smell.
Investigation: 3
You do not notice anything strange about the pastry. It smells sugary and feels sticky, just as one would expect.
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Kaeroc raises an eye and looks at mugwort and then back down at the apron. Griselda, my dear, they look like great company. There are certainly far more dangerous things then floating hands and chasms in these areas... No?
"Well, I mean we did manage to defeat them... 3 of them actually... and look, Mimzy didn't get a scratch on her." The kobold would reply quietly after he manages to compose himself. Mender nearly blacked out when the woman slammed the table. Although her appearance was not nearly as scary as those rotting hands, the terror she filled him with far outweighed the fear he felt back at the tavern.
"Oh! You... You will help us?!" A look of surprise spread across his face. "Thank you! I appreciate any help you can provide. I was brought to this swamp without any leads or direction. It wasn't until I met these fine folks here that I started to make some progress towards my goal."
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Mimzy does her best to conceal her amazement regarding her mother's appearance and remains for the most part sedate by complimenting her instead. "Yes, please permit me to introduce my friends, especially Mender there... whom you were especially interested in." Introductions made Mimzy once more turns to her mother, "whatever new potion you've brewed in your Caudron mother is most impressive and to be admired! It truly does you justice. You might even wish to consider bottling the potion and selling it to the humans and buying a realm or two with the profits."
The hag grins at Mimzy, betraying a row of needle-like teeth. "No potion, my pet - I imagine the swamp air does miracles for one's skin."
Turning back to the group: "I suppose I'd better explain. Kaelroc and I crossed paths while he was en route to Mermosapolis. I was ready to jinx the poor traveler for trespassing in my neck of the woods, but something about him struck my fancy. We began to talk and made each other laugh - he has quite the variety of tales to tell, you know. It was at that moment I realized, everyone - even a lonely crone such as I - requires companionship. I of all people need it, as my own flesh and blood routinely deserts me to run errands with a filthy little goblin!" Griselda winks to signal jest, but something about the message seems heartfelt. "I hope you will not begrudge me, Mimzy dear... but Kaelroc is staying here with us!" she adds, placing a hand on the goliath's arm.
"Do not allow me to babble... young Mender, Mimzy has informed me of your interest in Spirit Pools. How fascinating." The hag strides over to the room's central hearth and retrieves a tray of delicious looking pastries - baklavas, puffs, eclairs and more, with a wafting aroma which overwhelms your senses and makes your mouths water. "Do tell me more!"
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Moments before, Mugwort finally returns to the entrance to Griselda's home. Looking around, he quickly doffs his clothing and equipment to take a VERY quick dip in the pool of water Mender used earlier to 'wash up' in. In. Out. Get dressed and move into the home -- following the sound of talking faintly echoing from below.
JUST as Griselda says, "... filthy little goblin..." he trips on the last step into the room and falls flat on his face. A groan and slow rise back to his feet; he tries to dust himself off, however, he was still wet and the floor is dusty and... he smears himself with streaks of mud.
"Hi ho, Lady G. Thank you for allowing us to visit your home this fine evening." Mugwort tries to polish a non-existent apple in vain.
Coldly: "Hello there, Mugwort... I was wondering when you would arrive."
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"Oh, OK" Mender would reply, sitting up straightly and placing his leather hat on his lap... not wanting to put it on the table. "Well... it is kind of a long story but I will try to shorten it. I am more than happy to go into detail if you want..." After a deep breath and a quick nod to Mugwort as he walked in, he would begin telling his story. "I am from an Island called the Emerald Crown. My island mainly consisted kobolds like me and an ancient brass dragon named Ragmar. One day and evil blue dragon named Draxor and a powerful wizard named Grim came and took over the island. I thought they killed Ragmar, but now I am not so sure...." he would pause for a moment.. thinking about the image he saw in the pool of water outside before slightly shaking his head. "Anyway, So I then freed a powerful marid named Doltryp that used to belong to Ragmar. I freed him so that Draxor and Grim couldn't exploit his power. In exchange for his freedom, Doltryp promised to help me reclaim the Island and free my tribe... but apparently he won't have the power to do that until I remove some kind of evil creature from a spirit pool out in the marsh. I guess the spirit pool is a portal that would allow the marid to return to the elemental plane of water... and once he returns his power will be restored and he can finally fulfill his end of our deal."
Mender would pause... looking around the tablet towards each of the people sitting there. "he gave me this book... and this rod to help me." The kobold would then place his ornate dragonscale covered book and sit it on the table along with the strange looking rod. He would then place a clawed finger on the jewled konch shell hanging around his neck. "This used to be Doltryp's prison. Now I can use it to rest sometimes. It is actually pretty nice in there... It is much nicer than sleeping in the mud"
The kobold would then look from the shell back out towards the group.... wondering if maybe he gave away too much information as he tried to determine what Griselda was thinking...
Insight? 22 plus guidance if with his other hand he was able to guidance himself by touching his own leg under the table... 3
Griselda listens attentively to Mender as he recounts his tale. With an insight of 5, she is difficult to get a read on - but without the shadow of a doubt, she is interested. Eyes glinting in the candlelight, she teases a lock of her hair while pondering on what the kobold has said. "Fascinating. I am sure the name 'Doltryp' rings a bell, but I cannot place a..." she says, smiling as she presses her nail into one of the freshly-baked puff pastries, "...finger on where I have heard it before. And for Savras' sake, Mugwort - sit DOWN!' In annoyance, the hag splays the fingers of her right hand, causing a cushioned stool at the opposite end of the room to fly at Mugwort, scoop him up and seat him next to Mimzy (if he wishes to avoid this, a DEX or STR save is required). "Better."
"Now if you will excuse me, there is something I believe I should acquire for you..." With a snap of her fingers, Griselda vanishes, and you hear a muffled voice from upstairs call: "Help yourself to the pastries, they are very good batch!"
The five of you are left facing one another at the great round ebony table. The flickering light of the hearth and candles casts a warm yet eerie light over each of your faces. A tray of delicious looking pastries steams before you. Who breaks the silence first?
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Mender would slowly reach out and take a pastry. "Your mom seems really nice..." The kobold would say with his head swivels around the room as though trying to determine where the hag went. He would then look towards Mimzy before taking a very small bite of the baked good.
"did the pastry just curse Fon" Mender asks while looking at the strange writing on the board the kenku is holding...
Kaelroc while still standing, fastens an apron that is clearly way to small for him around his waist. Do not worry little Mender about being cursed. Griselda at first was always telling me she would charm me cut me up and make me into a stew. Going on about how she will cook me alongside the frog eyes, cat nails and kobold tails...
Glancing at Mugwort he takes two of the largest pastries - smashes them together. With a single stride he closes in on Mugwort and stairs down at the goblin sitting on a stool.
You are so thin. You should eat more. Handing down the two pastries that are now one.
... and yes Mender, I serve Uthgard and smite those whom would harm the tribes of the eleven.
Looking beside Mugwort - Would you like anything in particular Mimzy?
It is clear to everyone Kaelroc does not appear to be worried eating the food of Griselda. This is even more noticeable as he consumes a single pastry in one bite.
Mimzy merely nods and smiles at her, "Oh yes indeed mother, the swamp air does miracles for one's skin." The Fairy quickly agrees and turns to Mugwort, "I highly advise you to be on your best behavior with regard to my dear Mother my little Goblin bohunk. No doubt the swamp air has improved more than her youthful appearance and beauty."
That said Mimzy looks down at the delicious pasties and picks up two of them, taking a bite from each one before putting one back down on the serving tray as she continues to eat the one, she kept until she has eaten it all and begins to look for the ale wash it down.
Mugwort sits on the stool, eyes as wide as an owls. Leaning over he stage whispers to Mimzy, "I didn't recognize your mother, but it must be her - she threw the stool at me like she always does. Though... she normally tries to boop me in the head or backsides..."
Wrinkling up his nose he takes a sniff of the smooshed pastries and licks his lips. Opening his mouth much wider than seems natural Mugwort is about to 'one gulp' the double smoosh when a Fae elbow nearly takes out an eye. "BEST BEHAVIOR," suddenly and loudly hissed in his ear. He nods and with his green-ish yellow 'pinkie finger' raised, he breaks off a morsel and nibbles at the edges of the pastries.
After several minutes of awkward niceties and munching, Griselda reappears in a puff of smoke. Straightening her garments, she takes her seat at the end of the table and, with a flick of her wrist, conjures a bejeweled goblet filled with a dark amber liquid.
"Well, thank you all for coming!" The witch begins to aerate her drink in a slow, circular motion. "You certainly are a quiet lot. I suppose you are wondering why on earth I invited you here?"
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Between nibbles, Mugwort tries to speak without shooting crumbs across the table. "Did you tell her about the undead Hands and the chasm next to the Inn? How much do you think she knows? " He stammers to a halt and looks at the immense person in the teeny tiny apron. "Good Day to you Sir. How long have you been working here waiting tables?"
"Yes... I assumed it was because you wanted to help me find the spirit pool? maybe..." Mender would suggest before slowly eating the last bite of his pastry. "But I suppose it is not uncommon for a mother to simply want to get to know the friends of her children... to ensure that they are not acting as bad influences for her."
Griselda smiles icily, her eyes flashing with anger as Mugwort mentions today's encounter with the grave wight. "Yes kobold, you are correct. I do wish to know more about the ...friends... who would drag my only daughter into harm's way. As though she were not capable of enough mischief on her own!" She is practically hissing now, and the candles flicker violently in response. She whacks her hand against the table, rattling it with surprising force.
"Chasms? Undead hands? This hardly proves any of you are suitable company for Mimzy..." then menacingly: "..though she has convinced me not to stew you. Not yet."
"Instead, I have decided to help you."
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You do not notice anything strange about the pastry. It smells sugary and feels sticky, just as one would expect.
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Kaeroc raises an eye and looks at mugwort and then back down at the apron. Griselda, my dear, they look like great company. There are certainly far more dangerous things then floating hands and chasms in these areas... No?
"Well, I mean we did manage to defeat them... 3 of them actually... and look, Mimzy didn't get a scratch on her." The kobold would reply quietly after he manages to compose himself. Mender nearly blacked out when the woman slammed the table. Although her appearance was not nearly as scary as those rotting hands, the terror she filled him with far outweighed the fear he felt back at the tavern.
"Oh! You... You will help us?!" A look of surprise spread across his face. "Thank you! I appreciate any help you can provide. I was brought to this swamp without any leads or direction. It wasn't until I met these fine folks here that I started to make some progress towards my goal."