Dav'eed is initially shocked by the sudden slap, then shakes with laughter that he tries to contain. "Guess I deserved that..." he says under his breath and moves a little further away from Lilita. Because of his distraction, the laughter, and Tufts' intercession, Dav'eed misses what the Captain says to her. (Perception: 12)
When the bugbear moves to tie up the troglodyte, the rogue of course moves to help, knowing a thing or two about knots and restraints...
Inside, the Flowing Flagon, the half-elf is intrigued by the ritual LT Charl performs, finally realizing it was magical in nature and not just a well-practiced routine. In response to the question put to the group, Dav'eed says, "I will help to rescue the citizens and investigate this reptilian incursion. I know we must react as quickly as possible to save as many of the prisoners as we can, but this repast will surely help us be better able to respond at full strength! Thank you, Lieutenant for this blessing."He looks at Tufts first for his response, then to Gonye, hoping they would also join him.
He helps Rothgar and Tufts to the table before sitting down himself, sampling everything and feeling strength and vitality return from this meal and fellowship.
Gonye responds, "I am concerned for the well being of those people but if this feast will help us respond at full strength, I shall enjoy it with gusto." He sits down to eat.
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Lilita remained silent as the Captain's dismissive remark hung in the air. Her dark eyes betrayed no emotion, a deliberate mask she wore against his scrutiny. She saw no reason to elaborate—secrets kept her safe. "The Shattered Quarter in Neverwinter has nothing to do with me,"she finally said, her tone cold and unyielding. His insinuation about her kind stirred a flicker of annoyance, but she held his gaze without flinching. "And I know about your kind, what you aspire to. Should you wish to ever seek me out, then you know where to find me. I'll be waiting."
Lieutenant Charl approached with a demeanor that contrasted sharply with the Captain's brusqueness. Her presence was like a soothing balm to the Dhampir, who observed her movements closely as she laid out a Heroes Feast. The ritual was intricate, the food and drink taking on an almost otherworldly glow, promising strength and renewal. Lilita watched with a mix of respect and wariness as the lieutenant performed the ritual, noting every detail with an impressed eye.
The lieutenant's questions about the captured townsfolk brought Lilita back to the grim reality of their situation. "Given their preference for fresh human flesh,"she began, her voice devoid of emotion, "those they have taken—the wounded, the old, the infirm—will be devoured quickly. The stronger ones will most likely be kept alive for a time, stored like provisions to feed their hatchlings when they come."
As she partook in the Heroes Feast, Lilita felt its restorative magic seep into her bones, rejuvenating her weary body. Yet, her concern for Rothgar remained. "What of the barbarian?" she asked, her tone more serious. "He fought valiantly defending the townsfolk. Will he receive the healing he requires?"
Satisfied with her inquiry, Lilita returned her focus to the present, gratefully partaking of the feast. The meal's enchantment was a rare gift. Despite the dark shadows that loomed over their future, in this moment of uneasy peace, she stood ready to play her part against those who would threaten her new home.
"TUFTS!! YOU MUSERABLE CUS!!" Potuss bellows from behind the bar, "WHERE'S. MY. WAAAATER!! I SWEAR I'LL HANG YOUR FLEA BITTEN HIDE OVER THIS BAR IF YOU DIDN'T GET THE WATER!!"
His name had barely left Potus' ruddy face and Tufts had jumped from his seat at the table. His face contorted in a self admonishing snear.
"Awwwg.." he groans as he remembers setting the buckets down to repell the attackers. He rushes from the Flagon and back down The street to where he had set them by the way side. Luckily they had remained undisturbed during the chaos of villagers running for their lives. Tufts paused to flex and admire his right bicep before donning the water pails. He had heard of such magics. Everyone had, but it was his first time seeing it in person let alone experiencing it. His respect for Lilita increased in that moment.
As he made his way back to the Flowing Flagon the thought of Lilita remind2d him of something. She had said there was a bandersnatch in the well. Might be related to the creatures. Tufts thought.
He delivers his burden to Potus. Potus dismisses him with a disdainful grunt and a wave of his hand.
Accustom to Potus' bluster Tufts put his head down and leaves with out a word.
Once back with the others he asks Lulita about the Bandersnatch.
Lt. Charl returns after your short respite. The street is almost back to the way it was. fewer citizens, the night has descended. The Wintershield have lit every street lamp. Several are posted across the road but the others have already dispersed.
"I do hope you are feeling better. Another task is calling for my attention. As unfortunate as it is, we do not have the guards available to send." She pauses, the same long pause that you noticed with the Captain. "I need to know, will you. I collected these from the Medic before she left." Placing 2 vials of a greenish liquid and a rosy colored candy.
"Distillate of menthe and a curative" She looks intently at the four of you, "They will not survive long in the clutches of those beasts. But if we are quick enough they may still be returned unscathed." No matter the answer you give she nods curtly and rushes from the tavern.
Dav'eed looks around at the group, his eyes stopping on Tufts. "What do you say, Tufts? Ready to go save some people?" He then turns his gaze to each other member at the table.
"Gonye? I know you're more of a scholar, but I saw the power of your magic on the street and think that you'll be needed. And even though we got off on the wrong foot, I'm hoping you'll aid us in this quest, dark lady."Finally, he stops at Rothgar. "And your strength and skills will surely be needed against these creatures. I can get us into most things, and am normally a better shot. Seems like we have a strong enough rescue party."(Dav'eed is ready to go!)
As you look around the tavern a number of faces, recent fear still painted i the hollow looks and far away expressions. Several stare at your group, waiting, hoping, bated breath for you to head out and rescue their brethren.
You realize Lillita has left, her haunted presence no longer felt within the stuffy room. It the townsfolk have any hope, it is left to the four of you to follow thru. You wonder what the value of a single citizens life is worth?
"OK, then. Let's be off. While I agree that an alternate way in would be ideal, I don't think we have time to search the whole town for one. The well you nearly fell down may lead us to the right place eventually, but Tufts said there was some other nasty creatures there, and we don't know where or even if these tunnels are connected." Dav'eed pauses and looks at the group, waiting for their nods for him to go on.
"So the quickest, but most obvious, route is through the building across the street. It's only been an hour or so - they can't have prepared too much in this time, and time is a resource we don't have enough of. Come on - I'll go first to scout it out, then perhaps Rothgar, then Gonye who can carry a torch to light the way for Rothgar and himself, and Tufts can protect our rear and move up if needed. Any changes or additions? If not, let's go."
"Tufts, I don't keep ya to sit around with the patrons. The water you brought back wont last the day never mind making a new batch of brew. To top it off the well has begun to stink, if ya cant fix it at least cover the damnable thing fer now"
Tufts hears Potuss bellows, looks down for a moment then lofts his head and looks at those gathered.
"Get my possessions. Meet out front."
He gets up and sets about to gather his traveling equipment. He says nothing to Potuss but he does pause and takes a remorseful look around before leaving. Possibly for the last time.
Dav'eed's ears perk up at Potus' statement. "Wait - if the well is emitting the stench of the troglodytes, that may be our best way down! We're closer to the known entryway across the street than the other well, there is definitely a link to the creatures because of the stench, and we can potentially avoid any traps or guards! I've got some rope - we can tie it off and climb down safely, then see what we can see. If it's a dead-end, we climb back out and go across the street. OK with the new plan?"
If everyone agrees, the rogue will tie knots in the rope every 2 feet, then secure it to the top of the well in the Flowing Flagon and drop it in. "Give me a minute - then come down. If you hear a fight - don't wait!"He will climb down first, using his elven ability to see in dark places as he descends, and then at the bottom to look around.
The rope and bucket descending into the well is strong enough to hold your weight. The well in the basement of the Flagon is narrow, a thin chute dropping to a floor below that is lost in darkness. Just large enough for the larger of your group to fit with little space to spare, the climb down is fairly easy, the climb up this narrow chimney would prove much more difficult. That is however a problem for later as Dav'eed has already descended with the rest of you tightly behind.
The smell has invaded this space, yet a relief it is still faint. Dav'eed drops his head below the lower lip. A dry river bed runs under the streets above, once flowing, not that long ago. Only a trickle remains flowing slightly down hill between rocks and boulders. The once heavy river has carved the walls, eroding the softer stone over eons leaving behind a rough chaotic tumble of rock. The passage has no branches, running from uphill to the North and gently falling toward the South, winding sinuously through the earth.
Dav'eed doesn't spot anything moving, no predators or prey, except a cluster of beetles, the size of rats swarming over a lump of something. A writhing mass of blackness in the dark. Dropping to the ground, without the river to draw fresh air in the atmosphere has quickly grown stale. A silence hangs thick and heavy, the gentle murmur of feasting beetle and a tinkle of water creating a backdrop to its eerie calm.
The stench comes from the South, the river bed bending out of sight, no sound comes from this way.
To the North, where the head of the river lies promises fresher air, and perhaps the answer to the missing waters.
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Dav'eed is initially shocked by the sudden slap, then shakes with laughter that he tries to contain. "Guess I deserved that..." he says under his breath and moves a little further away from Lilita. Because of his distraction, the laughter, and Tufts' intercession, Dav'eed misses what the Captain says to her. (Perception: 12)
When the bugbear moves to tie up the troglodyte, the rogue of course moves to help, knowing a thing or two about knots and restraints...
Inside, the Flowing Flagon, the half-elf is intrigued by the ritual LT Charl performs, finally realizing it was magical in nature and not just a well-practiced routine. In response to the question put to the group, Dav'eed says, "I will help to rescue the citizens and investigate this reptilian incursion. I know we must react as quickly as possible to save as many of the prisoners as we can, but this repast will surely help us be better able to respond at full strength! Thank you, Lieutenant for this blessing." He looks at Tufts first for his response, then to Gonye, hoping they would also join him.
He helps Rothgar and Tufts to the table before sitting down himself, sampling everything and feeling strength and vitality return from this meal and fellowship.
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Gonye responds, "I am concerned for the well being of those people but if this feast will help us respond at full strength, I shall enjoy it with gusto." He sits down to eat.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
🍃💚Lilita Lilitu💚🍃
Lilita remained silent as the Captain's dismissive remark hung in the air. Her dark eyes betrayed no emotion, a deliberate mask she wore against his scrutiny. She saw no reason to elaborate—secrets kept her safe. "The Shattered Quarter in Neverwinter has nothing to do with me," she finally said, her tone cold and unyielding. His insinuation about her kind stirred a flicker of annoyance, but she held his gaze without flinching. "And I know about your kind, what you aspire to. Should you wish to ever seek me out, then you know where to find me. I'll be waiting."
Lieutenant Charl approached with a demeanor that contrasted sharply with the Captain's brusqueness. Her presence was like a soothing balm to the Dhampir, who observed her movements closely as she laid out a Heroes Feast. The ritual was intricate, the food and drink taking on an almost otherworldly glow, promising strength and renewal. Lilita watched with a mix of respect and wariness as the lieutenant performed the ritual, noting every detail with an impressed eye.
The lieutenant's questions about the captured townsfolk brought Lilita back to the grim reality of their situation. "Given their preference for fresh human flesh," she began, her voice devoid of emotion, "those they have taken—the wounded, the old, the infirm—will be devoured quickly. The stronger ones will most likely be kept alive for a time, stored like provisions to feed their hatchlings when they come."
As she partook in the Heroes Feast, Lilita felt its restorative magic seep into her bones, rejuvenating her weary body. Yet, her concern for Rothgar remained. "What of the barbarian?" she asked, her tone more serious. "He fought valiantly defending the townsfolk. Will he receive the healing he requires?"
Satisfied with her inquiry, Lilita returned her focus to the present, gratefully partaking of the feast. The meal's enchantment was a rare gift. Despite the dark shadows that loomed over their future, in this moment of uneasy peace, she stood ready to play her part against those who would threaten her new home.
"TUFTS!! YOU MUSERABLE CUS!!" Potuss bellows from behind the bar, "WHERE'S. MY. WAAAATER!! I SWEAR I'LL HANG YOUR FLEA BITTEN HIDE OVER THIS BAR IF YOU DIDN'T GET THE WATER!!"
His name had barely left Potus' ruddy face and Tufts had jumped from his seat at the table. His face contorted in a self admonishing snear.
"Awwwg.." he groans as he remembers setting the buckets down to repell the attackers. He rushes from the Flagon and back down The street to where he had set them by the way side. Luckily they had remained undisturbed during the chaos of villagers running for their lives. Tufts paused to flex and admire his right bicep before donning the water pails. He had heard of such magics. Everyone had, but it was his first time seeing it in person let alone experiencing it. His respect for Lilita increased in that moment.
As he made his way back to the Flowing Flagon the thought of Lilita remind2d him of something. She had said there was a bandersnatch in the well. Might be related to the creatures. Tufts thought.
He delivers his burden to Potus. Potus dismisses him with a disdainful grunt and a wave of his hand.
Accustom to Potus' bluster Tufts put his head down and leaves with out a word.
Once back with the others he asks Lulita about the Bandersnatch.
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Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Rothgar takes in the meal, trying to get the stench and taste of it out of his mouth from the trogs
(OCC:Just to confirm, we can register a Long rest,, correct?)
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Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Correct
Lt. Charl returns after your short respite. The street is almost back to the way it was. fewer citizens, the night has descended. The Wintershield have lit every street lamp. Several are posted across the road but the others have already dispersed.
"I do hope you are feeling better. Another task is calling for my attention. As unfortunate as it is, we do not have the guards available to send." She pauses, the same long pause that you noticed with the Captain. "I need to know, will you. I collected these from the Medic before she left." Placing 2 vials of a greenish liquid and a rosy colored candy.
"Distillate of menthe and a curative" She looks intently at the four of you, "They will not survive long in the clutches of those beasts. But if we are quick enough they may still be returned unscathed." No matter the answer you give she nods curtly and rushes from the tavern.
Dav'eed looks around at the group, his eyes stopping on Tufts. "What do you say, Tufts? Ready to go save some people?" He then turns his gaze to each other member at the table.
"Gonye? I know you're more of a scholar, but I saw the power of your magic on the street and think that you'll be needed. And even though we got off on the wrong foot, I'm hoping you'll aid us in this quest, dark lady." Finally, he stops at Rothgar. "And your strength and skills will surely be needed against these creatures. I can get us into most things, and am normally a better shot. Seems like we have a strong enough rescue party." (Dav'eed is ready to go!)
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
"Yar, Lilita saw bandersnatch in well. Describe what saw. Maybe harmers together. Well maybe safer. I help. l stop harmers." Tufts offers his advice.
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Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
"I'm willing to put my skills to use here."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"We need plan. These do big harm." Tufts shows his arm for reference. "Follow them expected. Another way down better." Tufts offers his wisest advice.
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Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
I'll be out until Sunday evening
As you look around the tavern a number of faces, recent fear still painted i the hollow looks and far away expressions. Several stare at your group, waiting, hoping, bated breath for you to head out and rescue their brethren.
You realize Lillita has left, her haunted presence no longer felt within the stuffy room. It the townsfolk have any hope, it is left to the four of you to follow thru. You wonder what the value of a single citizens life is worth?
"OK, then. Let's be off. While I agree that an alternate way in would be ideal, I don't think we have time to search the whole town for one. The well you nearly fell down may lead us to the right place eventually, but Tufts said there was some other nasty creatures there, and we don't know where or even if these tunnels are connected." Dav'eed pauses and looks at the group, waiting for their nods for him to go on.
"So the quickest, but most obvious, route is through the building across the street. It's only been an hour or so - they can't have prepared too much in this time, and time is a resource we don't have enough of. Come on - I'll go first to scout it out, then perhaps Rothgar, then Gonye who can carry a torch to light the way for Rothgar and himself, and Tufts can protect our rear and move up if needed. Any changes or additions? If not, let's go."
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
"Tufts, I don't keep ya to sit around with the patrons. The water you brought back wont last the day never mind making a new batch of brew. To top it off the well has begun to stink, if ya cant fix it at least cover the damnable thing fer now"
Tufts hears Potuss bellows, looks down for a moment then lofts his head and looks at those gathered.
"Get my possessions. Meet out front."
He gets up and sets about to gather his traveling equipment. He says nothing to Potuss but he does pause and takes a remorseful look around before leaving. Possibly for the last time.
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Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Dav'eed's ears perk up at Potus' statement. "Wait - if the well is emitting the stench of the troglodytes, that may be our best way down! We're closer to the known entryway across the street than the other well, there is definitely a link to the creatures because of the stench, and we can potentially avoid any traps or guards! I've got some rope - we can tie it off and climb down safely, then see what we can see. If it's a dead-end, we climb back out and go across the street. OK with the new plan?"
If everyone agrees, the rogue will tie knots in the rope every 2 feet, then secure it to the top of the well in the Flowing Flagon and drop it in. "Give me a minute - then come down. If you hear a fight - don't wait!" He will climb down first, using his elven ability to see in dark places as he descends, and then at the bottom to look around.
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Tufts nods agreement and helps prepare for the climb.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
The rope and bucket descending into the well is strong enough to hold your weight. The well in the basement of the Flagon is narrow, a thin chute dropping to a floor below that is lost in darkness. Just large enough for the larger of your group to fit with little space to spare, the climb down is fairly easy, the climb up this narrow chimney would prove much more difficult. That is however a problem for later as Dav'eed has already descended with the rest of you tightly behind.
The smell has invaded this space, yet a relief it is still faint. Dav'eed drops his head below the lower lip. A dry river bed runs under the streets above, once flowing, not that long ago. Only a trickle remains flowing slightly down hill between rocks and boulders. The once heavy river has carved the walls, eroding the softer stone over eons leaving behind a rough chaotic tumble of rock. The passage has no branches, running from uphill to the North and gently falling toward the South, winding sinuously through the earth.
Dav'eed doesn't spot anything moving, no predators or prey, except a cluster of beetles, the size of rats swarming over a lump of something. A writhing mass of blackness in the dark. Dropping to the ground, without the river to draw fresh air in the atmosphere has quickly grown stale. A silence hangs thick and heavy, the gentle murmur of feasting beetle and a tinkle of water creating a backdrop to its eerie calm.
The stench comes from the South, the river bed bending out of sight, no sound comes from this way.
To the North, where the head of the river lies promises fresher air, and perhaps the answer to the missing waters.