Zakhar's eye narrows as his spell connects with his target, that was a far stronger hit than he'd expected.
"HAH! Nice! And I didn't even help with that."
"As I've said many times. I don't need or want your help."
His eye widens when he sees Tyriel fall. Of course the youngest is the first to fall. Why hadn't he payed more attention to where the child was? Cursing, he starts to move forward, hoping to grab Tyriel and run. However the goo moves between him and the child. He curses. Then he becomes aware of a sudden change in the entities attitude, the voice using a tone he'd never heard from it before. Panick.
"Quick! Quick! You have to take out that thing! Do something! He can't die yet! If your just going to stand there let me take over!!!"
"NO!"Zakhar says aloud, then he grits his teeth. "What do you think I'm trying to do?! I'm not about to stand by while a child dies."Part of him wants to ask why the entity cares, but in the moment that question seems pointless.
Shaken by the voice's sudden change of tune, he reflexively attempts to cast a more complex spell hoping to end the goo quickly.
With a few last blasts and shots, the disgusting dark ooze wibble wobbles its last and bubbles down into an inert puddle on the hard floor, leaving it quiet around you once more.
As the life floods back into Tyriel, he snaps upright, taking in a huge gasp. He breaths quickly, clearly shaken as he watches Sizzle scamper away and the rest of his companions finish off the pudding creature. He brings a hand to his chest, clutching at where the acid had bored holes through his gambeson and padded jacket. It takes but a moment for him to register that he would still be on death's door if not for the loud goblin.
He also realizes that he did almost nothing in this fight. His spell hadn't worked and the damage from his arrow had been minimal. So it really was a waste of energy for him to use banishment, both because it was unnecessary and it hadn't worked anyways. He bites his lower lip, feeling weaker than ever.
Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment he lets out a long breath. Then he pushes the bodies away from him, grimacing as he realizes just how bad of shape he is in. Sizzle might have saved his life, but Tyriel could easily be taken down again with a single blow.
He picks up his bow from where it fell, then stands up and gingerly walks over to where his companions had finished off the creature. "I... am in your debt,"he says, mostly to Sizzle but also to the rest of the group. If they hadn't finished it off while he was out... well it wouldn't have mattered whether or not Sizzle had... how had he healed him always? He averts his eyes, still disgusted with himself for being so useless and feeling like a coward and a fool for telling them to run.
Swaying slightly, he is forced to reach for the wall for support as woozyness takes over. Blinking, he inhales and focuses on his inner powers... cringing at the shortage he seems to have... and bluish white sparks scuttle across his wounds just briefly.
Second Wind: 12hp
His wounds close further, and after exhaling he stands up straighter. "Where too now?" He says, resuming his usual tone as he looks in the direction Zakhar and Halia had originally going to go before the encounter with the pudding. "Continue that way?"
"Well, there is that other room over there if you want to try your luck," Halila says with a bit of sarcasm. She's point to the room further north on the west side of the hallway. "I'd kind of like to try get out of this place. But, guess none of us died that time." She steps though in the direction Tyrial had pointed, to the south to turn left around the corner. "I do think we should try this way."
Relieved, Esta relaxes her posture ever so slightly. "Whatever we do, I suggest we close this door and don't go back in there."
Searching the hallway for options, I will nod in the direction Tyriel and Halila mentioned, "Agreed, let's keep moving. Don't want to be out in the open for longer than we have to be." Esta will take a final glance in the room, before shuddering and moving on.
"Ehh... Don't worry about it kid." The goblin grumbles as he tries to hide the look of relief on his face. "It's my job to protect people. I ain't gonna let any of you die so long as I'm alive." He adds as he scratches the rust colored scar that extends up his arm from under his heavy leather gloves. With a loud grunt, the goblin clears his through and then nods to Halila. "I agree with her. We should continue down this South East corridor... maybe it will take us out of here."
Heading down the southern hall it dead ends into another hallway that runs north and south. At the southern end is a heavy, locked, iron gate that looks like it descends deeper into the mortuary perhaps. At the north end are steps leading up in dim light.
Tyriel blinks, taking a moment to recognize the sarcasm in Halia's tone before nodding to as they start moving towards the other potential exit.
When Sizzle says not to worry about it, Tyriel frowns... "I..."Wait a second, did the goblin just call him 'Kid'? Is... is THAT why he's so short!!! Tyriel crosses his arms, and says in a low flat tone, "I'm not a kid." His voice holds the confidence of any kid his age who thinks he's an adult... and he can't help but realize that. His frown deepens, and he very much looks like a petulant child in the moment. Light, what can he say that won't sound insane? He exhales through his nose, obviously bothered though perhaps not exactly at Sizzle. "Look, you might say it's your job to protect people, but it's mine too. It's also my job to exact justice and make sure debts are repaid. You saved my life, so I will do my utmost to do the same for you..." Not that he would have turned his back on any of these people before, but now protecting them feels more urgent. Ugh, he's feeling more and more vulnerable the longer he's in this strange place. Now, he's had a glimpse of death too, which doesn't make him feel any better. "If saving your life isn't an option, then I will find another way to repay you,"he mumbles, following after Halia as they move to explore the corridor. He walks with his arms still crossed and his brow still farrowed. Hopefully nothing jumps out at them, cause now he's thoroughly distracted.
When Sizzle heals Tyriel, Zakhar breaths a sigh of relief and he hears the voice do the same.
"I agree, close the door and lets move on." He replies to Esta
He glances over at Tyriel when the child thanks Sizzle then proceeds to state that he isn't a kid. That part is something any kid his age would say, but he can't deny that Tyriel is anything but a normal child. He thinks for a moment, he'd seen the kids wings which labeled him as an aasimar... perhaps celestials age differently?
He hears the entity begin chuckling.
He shrugs, nothing really matters unless they can all get out of here. He nods to Sizzle and Esta, then follows the others down the corridor, looking over his shoulder every so often as they walk.
Pointing to the north, Halila says, "Now that looks promising!" She gives a quick glance to the others. "Up and towards the light seems to be 'out', right?" She slowly starts to walk in that direction. "Out to... hmm, do any of you even know where we are exactly? Nobody answered me earlier."
"I wasn't trying to insult ya ki... Tyriel" The goblin replies back while shaking his head. "I've been called kid and a lot worse most my life on account of being shorter than most... but you... well... just look at ya."
The goblin sits his pack on the ground and pulls out a small flat piece of iron. holding the piece of iron in his hand, he quickly pulls out a small tool from his belt and begins etching runes into its surface. Suddenly the piece of iron flashes white and then a moment later, a perfect picture of Tyriel sits on the surface of the small iron plate. It is very detailed as though he was looking in a mirror.
"See what I mean kid." Sizzle says as he hands the 4in by 4in metal photograph to his winged companion...
ooc: I used magical tinkering!
Magical Tinkering
At 1st level, you learn how to invest a spark of magic into mundane objects. To use this ability, you must have thieves’ tools or artisan’s tools in hand. You then touch a Tiny nonmagical object as an action and give it one of the following magical properties of your choice:
The object sheds bright light in a 5-foot radius and dim light for an additional 5 feet.
Whenever tapped by a creature, the object emits a recorded message that can be heard up to 10 feet away. You utter the message when you bestow this property on the object, and the recording can be no more than 6 seconds long.
The object continuously emits your choice of an odor or a nonverbal sound (wind, waves, chirping, or the like). The chosen phenomenon is perceivable up to 10 feet away.
A static visual effect appears on one of the object’s surfaces. This effect can be a picture, up to 25 words of text, lines and shapes, or a mixture of these elements, as you like.
The chosen property lasts indefinitely. As an action, you can touch the object and end the property early.
Since everyone seems intent on getting out of here (and I don't blame you), you can all head up the steps...
You emerge from the Mortuary into a dilapidated city square. Stacks of jumbled tenements—grimy hodgepodges of lopsided architecture joined by rickety bridges—loom over the persistent, low-hanging fog.
An impossible city unfolds around you. Bladed buildings rise on all sides, the urban sprawl spreading along the inside of a gigantic torus. The metropolitan ring curves upward into passing clouds, disappearing behind the haze.
(Congratulations on escaping the Mortuary! You may all level up to 4! This includes your incarnate characters as well if you wish to do them all at once. You are welcome to wait until they are needed again, but they do level up when everyone else does. :) )
"Its... fine..."Tyriel huffs. "I'm just... I have a lot to think abou---" His words are cut short when Sizzle conjures up a likeness of him, and his mouth hangs open in utter shock.
"This..." he hesitantly takes hold of the sides of the image, "Oh Light... this..." What exactly had he expected? "How can this be?" He runs a hand through his white hair, obviously horrified at his current appearance. He takes a long breath. Okay, this is better than the alternative, at least he still resembles himself... is this supposed to be some sort of apology? Some way to give him more time.... wait! How long is he expected to be here?
His jaw works as he tries to form words without success. What is he supposed to say to these people when he looks like a literal 14-year old! Shaking his head vigorously, he hands the image back to Sizzle. "I guess I look younger than I am..." he says slowly, cringing as he once again registers what his child's voice sounds like. "At least... I think I do?" Ugh, he probably sounds like an idiot right now. "Just... forget I said anything."
He remains in a sour yet distant mood as they make their exit, almost oblivious to the fact that they actually made it out without further difficulty. It isn't until they've walked a few paces at least that he registers their surroundings.
"I... don't recognize this place," he says slowly. Should he recognize this place? Is it possible for him to recognize this place? "I'm not sure where to start."
(OOC: Are there any people walking around? Or are we alone?)
The entity chuckles hysterically at Tyriel's reaction to Sizzle's contraption. Zakhar frowns, that wasn't the reaction he'd expected from the young one. He shrugs it off for now as he follows the group out into the open.
He looks around at the unfamiliar area. How DID he get here? How did any of them get here?
"Wow. Her friends must have been pretty weak. It really didn't take much to escape that place." The entity states cheerfully.
Zakhar frowns again, "Don't disrespect the fallen."
"Oh come on. It's not like you knew them."
He sighs. Then looks at the others. "Well it seems all of us are equally confused at how we got here. I say we just stick together for now, and walk strait ahead. If we see anyone...anyone who looks friendly, we can ask for directions."
As Esta steps out into the city square, she pulls down her hood, tilts her head up and breathes deeply in, closing her eyes. Ahhhh fresh air.
She begins to work out where she is, taking in the sights around the square, surveying the architecture of this strange landscape. Esta ponders a moment to wonder if she knows where she is. History: 19
"I don't know about you lot, but I could do with a hearty good ale right about now..." If Esta is aware of where she is, she will point to the direction of the nearest tavern. If not, she will continue to look around to get a feel for where she is.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Sizzle shakes his head a bit and with a tap of his tool, he dismisses the picture. Making his way outside, The goblin lets out a small sigh of relief. The feeling is short-lived as he struggles to determine where he is. "Where in the hells did they take us?" he grumbles as he runs a gloved hand over his bristly hair.
OOC: rolling a few things to see if he can tell where he is...
As you all take in the, perhaps unusual view, Zakhar would recognize where they are, to some degree: you're in Sigil, the City of Doors. In particular, you're likely in an area known as the Hive Ward. But just as you're about to get your bearings, a reddish tiefling with devilish hooves comes scraggling along.
“Take a short stick and pike it, you leather-headed berk, or I’ll put your name in the dead-book! I swear, more and more of you clueless wind up in the Cage every day. Quit flapping your bone boxes, and go back to your own burgs.”
Before you can say much back, another creature comes galloping by, yelling at the tiefling. "Oh by the gods get out of here already! Get your filth or whatever it is you're looking for somewhere else!"The tiefling sneers at them, then at you, then slinks off into a shadowy corner alley and disappears. The new person then sighs a little, smiles, and addresses you. They appear to be a type of centaur, but with the body of a goat and torso of a human, and small curved horns. They have laden saddle bags on them and wearing some basic leather armor perhaps.
"Well now aren't you all quite a sight! I'm Parisa, and welcome, I guess, to Sigil! Are you new here? You look lost. I can show you around! I know ALL the best spots in the city! Yep, just for a mere three gold pieces a day I can show you the delights of the multiverse! Whaddya say!" She looks at you all expectantly.
Halila did not seem fazed by the tiefling, but is glad when Parisa drives him off. "Sigil?" she asks. "I'm not really sure of where that is. Do you know where the city of Keraveza is located?" That was where she had been living, so it must not be too terribly far. And she figures as foreign as this place seems, guidance back for 3 gold might not be bad deal. 'Delights of the multiverse seems a bit over the top of a boast though,' she thinks.
"A drink while we talk might be nice though. Is there an establishment where we could all relax for a bit nearby?" she suggests.
Zakhar's eye narrows as his spell connects with his target, that was a far stronger hit than he'd expected.
"HAH! Nice! And I didn't even help with that."
"As I've said many times. I don't need or want your help."
His eye widens when he sees Tyriel fall. Of course the youngest is the first to fall. Why hadn't he payed more attention to where the child was? Cursing, he starts to move forward, hoping to grab Tyriel and run. However the goo moves between him and the child. He curses. Then he becomes aware of a sudden change in the entities attitude, the voice using a tone he'd never heard from it before. Panick.
"Quick! Quick! You have to take out that thing! Do something! He can't die yet! If your just going to stand there let me take over!!!"
"NO!" Zakhar says aloud, then he grits his teeth. "What do you think I'm trying to do?! I'm not about to stand by while a child dies." Part of him wants to ask why the entity cares, but in the moment that question seems pointless.
Shaken by the voice's sudden change of tune, he reflexively attempts to cast a more complex spell hoping to end the goo quickly.
Magic Missile:
Bolt one: 4
Two: 5
Three: 2
DM
Wild magic surge: 4
(No worries)
With a few last blasts and shots, the disgusting dark ooze wibble wobbles its last and bubbles down into an inert puddle on the hard floor, leaving it quiet around you once more.
(Combat over)
As the life floods back into Tyriel, he snaps upright, taking in a huge gasp. He breaths quickly, clearly shaken as he watches Sizzle scamper away and the rest of his companions finish off the pudding creature. He brings a hand to his chest, clutching at where the acid had bored holes through his gambeson and padded jacket. It takes but a moment for him to register that he would still be on death's door if not for the loud goblin.
He also realizes that he did almost nothing in this fight. His spell hadn't worked and the damage from his arrow had been minimal. So it really was a waste of energy for him to use banishment, both because it was unnecessary and it hadn't worked anyways. He bites his lower lip, feeling weaker than ever.
Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment he lets out a long breath. Then he pushes the bodies away from him, grimacing as he realizes just how bad of shape he is in. Sizzle might have saved his life, but Tyriel could easily be taken down again with a single blow.
He picks up his bow from where it fell, then stands up and gingerly walks over to where his companions had finished off the creature. "I... am in your debt," he says, mostly to Sizzle but also to the rest of the group. If they hadn't finished it off while he was out... well it wouldn't have mattered whether or not Sizzle had... how had he healed him always? He averts his eyes, still disgusted with himself for being so useless and feeling like a coward and a fool for telling them to run.
Swaying slightly, he is forced to reach for the wall for support as woozyness takes over. Blinking, he inhales and focuses on his inner powers... cringing at the shortage he seems to have... and bluish white sparks scuttle across his wounds just briefly.
Second Wind: 12hp
His wounds close further, and after exhaling he stands up straighter. "Where too now?" He says, resuming his usual tone as he looks in the direction Zakhar and Halia had originally going to go before the encounter with the pudding. "Continue that way?"
"Well, there is that other room over there if you want to try your luck," Halila says with a bit of sarcasm. She's point to the room further north on the west side of the hallway. "I'd kind of like to try get out of this place. But, guess none of us died that time." She steps though in the direction Tyrial had pointed, to the south to turn left around the corner. "I do think we should try this way."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Lusia Varusk, Fighter || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue
Relieved, Esta relaxes her posture ever so slightly. "Whatever we do, I suggest we close this door and don't go back in there."
Searching the hallway for options, I will nod in the direction Tyriel and Halila mentioned, "Agreed, let's keep moving. Don't want to be out in the open for longer than we have to be." Esta will take a final glance in the room, before shuddering and moving on.
"Ehh... Don't worry about it kid." The goblin grumbles as he tries to hide the look of relief on his face. "It's my job to protect people. I ain't gonna let any of you die so long as I'm alive." He adds as he scratches the rust colored scar that extends up his arm from under his heavy leather gloves. With a loud grunt, the goblin clears his through and then nods to Halila. "I agree with her. We should continue down this South East corridor... maybe it will take us out of here."
Heading down the southern hall it dead ends into another hallway that runs north and south. At the southern end is a heavy, locked, iron gate that looks like it descends deeper into the mortuary perhaps. At the north end are steps leading up in dim light.
Tyriel blinks, taking a moment to recognize the sarcasm in Halia's tone before nodding to as they start moving towards the other potential exit.
When Sizzle says not to worry about it, Tyriel frowns... "I..." Wait a second, did the goblin just call him 'Kid'? Is... is THAT why he's so short!!! Tyriel crosses his arms, and says in a low flat tone, "I'm not a kid." His voice holds the confidence of any kid his age who thinks he's an adult... and he can't help but realize that. His frown deepens, and he very much looks like a petulant child in the moment. Light, what can he say that won't sound insane? He exhales through his nose, obviously bothered though perhaps not exactly at Sizzle. "Look, you might say it's your job to protect people, but it's mine too. It's also my job to exact justice and make sure debts are repaid. You saved my life, so I will do my utmost to do the same for you..." Not that he would have turned his back on any of these people before, but now protecting them feels more urgent. Ugh, he's feeling more and more vulnerable the longer he's in this strange place. Now, he's had a glimpse of death too, which doesn't make him feel any better. "If saving your life isn't an option, then I will find another way to repay you," he mumbles, following after Halia as they move to explore the corridor. He walks with his arms still crossed and his brow still farrowed. Hopefully nothing jumps out at them, cause now he's thoroughly distracted.
When Sizzle heals Tyriel, Zakhar breaths a sigh of relief and he hears the voice do the same.
"I agree, close the door and lets move on." He replies to Esta
He glances over at Tyriel when the child thanks Sizzle then proceeds to state that he isn't a kid. That part is something any kid his age would say, but he can't deny that Tyriel is anything but a normal child. He thinks for a moment, he'd seen the kids wings which labeled him as an aasimar... perhaps celestials age differently?
He hears the entity begin chuckling.
He shrugs, nothing really matters unless they can all get out of here. He nods to Sizzle and Esta, then follows the others down the corridor, looking over his shoulder every so often as they walk.
Pointing to the north, Halila says, "Now that looks promising!" She gives a quick glance to the others. "Up and towards the light seems to be 'out', right?" She slowly starts to walk in that direction. "Out to... hmm, do any of you even know where we are exactly? Nobody answered me earlier."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Lusia Varusk, Fighter || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue
"I wasn't trying to insult ya ki... Tyriel" The goblin replies back while shaking his head. "I've been called kid and a lot worse most my life on account of being shorter than most... but you... well... just look at ya."
The goblin sits his pack on the ground and pulls out a small flat piece of iron. holding the piece of iron in his hand, he quickly pulls out a small tool from his belt and begins etching runes into its surface. Suddenly the piece of iron flashes white and then a moment later, a perfect picture of Tyriel sits on the surface of the small iron plate. It is very detailed as though he was looking in a mirror.
"See what I mean kid." Sizzle says as he hands the 4in by 4in metal photograph to his winged companion...
ooc: I used magical tinkering!
Magical Tinkering
At 1st level, you learn how to invest a spark of magic into mundane objects. To use this ability, you must have thieves’ tools or artisan’s tools in hand. You then touch a Tiny nonmagical object as an action and give it one of the following magical properties of your choice:
The chosen property lasts indefinitely. As an action, you can touch the object and end the property early.
Since everyone seems intent on getting out of here (and I don't blame you), you can all head up the steps...
You emerge from the Mortuary into a dilapidated city square. Stacks of jumbled tenements—grimy hodgepodges of lopsided architecture joined by rickety bridges—loom over the persistent, low-hanging fog.
An impossible city unfolds around you. Bladed buildings rise on all sides, the urban sprawl spreading along the inside of a gigantic torus. The metropolitan ring curves upward into passing clouds, disappearing behind the haze.
(Congratulations on escaping the Mortuary! You may all level up to 4! This includes your incarnate characters as well if you wish to do them all at once. You are welcome to wait until they are needed again, but they do level up when everyone else does. :) )
Halila looks a bit shocked as she emerges into the city. She simply stops and looks around.
"I've never even heard of a place like this," she finally says. "Where do we even go?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Lusia Varusk, Fighter || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue
"Its... fine..." Tyriel huffs. "I'm just... I have a lot to think abou---" His words are cut short when Sizzle conjures up a likeness of him, and his mouth hangs open in utter shock.
"This..." he hesitantly takes hold of the sides of the image, "Oh Light... this..." What exactly had he expected? "How can this be?" He runs a hand through his white hair, obviously horrified at his current appearance. He takes a long breath. Okay, this is better than the alternative, at least he still resembles himself... is this supposed to be some sort of apology? Some way to give him more time.... wait! How long is he expected to be here?
His jaw works as he tries to form words without success. What is he supposed to say to these people when he looks like a literal 14-year old! Shaking his head vigorously, he hands the image back to Sizzle. "I guess I look younger than I am..." he says slowly, cringing as he once again registers what his child's voice sounds like. "At least... I think I do?" Ugh, he probably sounds like an idiot right now. "Just... forget I said anything."
He remains in a sour yet distant mood as they make their exit, almost oblivious to the fact that they actually made it out without further difficulty. It isn't until they've walked a few paces at least that he registers their surroundings.
"I... don't recognize this place," he says slowly. Should he recognize this place? Is it possible for him to recognize this place? "I'm not sure where to start."
(OOC: Are there any people walking around? Or are we alone?)
Perception: 12
The entity chuckles hysterically at Tyriel's reaction to Sizzle's contraption. Zakhar frowns, that wasn't the reaction he'd expected from the young one. He shrugs it off for now as he follows the group out into the open.
He looks around at the unfamiliar area. How DID he get here? How did any of them get here?
"Wow. Her friends must have been pretty weak. It really didn't take much to escape that place." The entity states cheerfully.
Zakhar frowns again, "Don't disrespect the fallen."
"Oh come on. It's not like you knew them."
He sighs. Then looks at the others. "Well it seems all of us are equally confused at how we got here. I say we just stick together for now, and walk strait ahead. If we see anyone...anyone who looks friendly, we can ask for directions."
As Esta steps out into the city square, she pulls down her hood, tilts her head up and breathes deeply in, closing her eyes. Ahhhh fresh air.
She begins to work out where she is, taking in the sights around the square, surveying the architecture of this strange landscape. Esta ponders a moment to wonder if she knows where she is.
History: 19
"I don't know about you lot, but I could do with a hearty good ale right about now..." If Esta is aware of where she is, she will point to the direction of the nearest tavern. If not, she will continue to look around to get a feel for where she is.
Sizzle shakes his head a bit and with a tap of his tool, he dismisses the picture. Making his way outside, The goblin lets out a small sigh of relief. The feeling is short-lived as he struggles to determine where he is. "Where in the hells did they take us?" he grumbles as he runs a gloved hand over his bristly hair.
OOC: rolling a few things to see if he can tell where he is...
History 18
perception 9
Arcana 23
As you all take in the, perhaps unusual view, Zakhar would recognize where they are, to some degree: you're in Sigil, the City of Doors. In particular, you're likely in an area known as the Hive Ward. But just as you're about to get your bearings, a reddish tiefling with devilish hooves comes scraggling along.
“Take a short stick and pike it, you leather-headed berk, or I’ll put your name in the dead-book! I swear, more and more of you clueless wind up in the Cage every day. Quit flapping your bone boxes, and go back to your own burgs.”
Before you can say much back, another creature comes galloping by, yelling at the tiefling. "Oh by the gods get out of here already! Get your filth or whatever it is you're looking for somewhere else!" The tiefling sneers at them, then at you, then slinks off into a shadowy corner alley and disappears. The new person then sighs a little, smiles, and addresses you. They appear to be a type of centaur, but with the body of a goat and torso of a human, and small curved horns. They have laden saddle bags on them and wearing some basic leather armor perhaps.
"Well now aren't you all quite a sight! I'm Parisa, and welcome, I guess, to Sigil! Are you new here? You look lost. I can show you around! I know ALL the best spots in the city! Yep, just for a mere three gold pieces a day I can show you the delights of the multiverse! Whaddya say!" She looks at you all expectantly.
Parisa:
Halila did not seem fazed by the tiefling, but is glad when Parisa drives him off. "Sigil?" she asks. "I'm not really sure of where that is. Do you know where the city of Keraveza is located?" That was where she had been living, so it must not be too terribly far. And she figures as foreign as this place seems, guidance back for 3 gold might not be bad deal. 'Delights of the multiverse seems a bit over the top of a boast though,' she thinks.
"A drink while we talk might be nice though. Is there an establishment where we could all relax for a bit nearby?" she suggests.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Lusia Varusk, Fighter || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue