Rowland, tired of carrying the drow slumped over his shoulder sets it down and gives it a look over to assess the condition hoping to discern whether it's conscious and if its still bound tightly.
Perception: 5
Afterwards he turns to the drow, "We'll be asking them some questions first my little urine soaked friend. But after that you're free to have a go, how's that sound?"
Gremryl eyes the drow... These Drow. These dam drow!
While he is a paladin, and a servant of Moradin. He swore an oath of vengeance on those who harmed his family and bring evil to this world
to the Derro: "He'd have to be mighty big to defeat me lad...As long as we get the answers we need, I care not for this drow filth. They'd have us dead if they had their choice. Lets be on with it. "
He growls with a steely look in his eyes. (he follows)
Clearly agitated Rowland swears and mutters to the group as he hosts the drow back up onto his shoulder, "I swear if this ball-less, piss pot of an ogre son screws us I have dibs on his hide."
Another Derro comes up to the first and they exchange words in Common.
Smaller Derro - “Ya need sumtin’, boss?” Looking wildly around the room and over his shoulder at everyone and nothing.
Derro with soiled pants - “Hail for the interrogator” then he whispers something inaudible to the second Derro.
Second Derro - Nodding at the first request then after the whisper he says in a loud and surprised tone, “Pants?!? Oh! Oh...” looking down now at the Derro’s soiled pants. “Righty, Boss. Be right back!” And he scurries off with his orders.
As you walk through the warehouse, you hear the familiar shifting of gears and before you a wide staircase is mechanically pieced together. It leads to an opening in the ceiling that surely want there before.
The Derro with the soiled pants stops at the bottom of the stairs. The rest of you continue upwards where you expect to see the beautiful landscape of a surface world that you long for. It is nothing like what you expected.
The landscape has been completely transformed and now resembles an Elvish castle. The ceilings are higher than you could fathom possible. The stone and marble is intricate in its design as one would expect from Elven craftsmanship.
On a throne of what appears to be a thousand swords fused together, sits Ylsa, looking particularly regal and well endowed.
Gremryl reaches down to touch the stone work and his mind is flooded with images of the past...this was Myth Drannor, formerly known as (the city of) Cormanthor, the City of Song,or the City of Love,as well as many other names, was an elven city of around 10,000 (as of 1479 DR) in Cormanthor, which had been rebuilt after the original had laid in ruins since it fell in 714 DR.It was one of four old communities and capital of Cormanthyr (the others being the Elven Court, Semberholme, and the Tangled Trees). At its height, it represented the peak of elven civilization and craftsmanship.
"My lady, as usual your taste is as esquisite as it is classy! This stonework, this castle, back in me days at Adbarr University, or AU as we young dwarves called it. I was forced to take a class in Elvish history and Masonry.. Not one of me favorite classes I tell ye. But, they taught us of a great city, Camachor or Cormathor.. Cormanthor! That its! Cormanthor! A great city build on the ruins of Cormanthry, which at its time, I believe roughly 714 DR was considered peak craftsmanship during that era milady. I do believe the most recent name of this place was Myth Drannor? I can't remember all these elven names, if they have one name they should be sticking to it.. Anyhoot. We do indeed have some 'gifts', Knowledge is power as they say, and I'm sure these two are a well of knowledge.. Our Friend is out there solo, and we believe he may be in danger. Might be ye can help us track him?"
Ylsa - "Gremryl Stonebreaker, you continue to impress me with your etiquette and wisdom." she says as she smiles warmly. "As for the misfortune that happened upon the pair of Drow there...I presume your group had something to do with that?" she asks. "And as for your friend...I remember there being a handsome Human with you. Is that who you're referring to?"
"Aye, Master Leon our cleric. He's like a son to me. and I fear these two drow aren't alone in the city. Their counterparts may be out looking for Leon"
Ylsa - "Surely. What would drive him to think venturing out alone in Gracklstugh was a good idea? Is he all braun and no brain, perhaps?"as she says this, a Derro comes up to her side and whispers in her ear causing an eyebrow to raise.
Ylsa - "No...you're not the handsome one. But in a pinch, and with a magical bottle of wine that could never be emptied, you'd certainly do, I guess." she grins at Rowland playfully. "As for the Drow, I was told you had questions for them. We can do this one of two ways. You can take them with you and question them all you like, or you can give me your questions and I'll make sure to deliver your answers when my interrogator beats it out of them. Take your pick...but make your decision swiftly. There are matters I must attend to." she leans back in her throne, awaiting the answer.
"Gougy! They got gougy! Those bastards! Ysla, take these drow, and beat the orc blood from them! We need to no everything about why they are following us, where they be based from in the city, their leader, what they planned to do with us and any other pertinent info milady!"
Rowland acknowledges the anguish in Grems face and looks from the drow to Ysla and once more to Grem. He struggles to keep his frustration in check momentarily.
"****!" and he walks over to the nearest drow and kicks it square in the balls. He then turns and heads for the exit following Grem.
Rowland stops for a moment waiting for Grem and quickly checks his backpack to ensure the bbq sauce is still where he stashed it. Upon confirming he looks to the others, "Well what's the plan gentlemen?"
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Gremryl is now getting frustrated. But, Anger doesn't help a proper plan as he was told before during his campaigning days...
He lets out a breath:
"Gougy is gone, but he is ok. He can't be killed, just sent back to his plane to rest and prepare to run me over for getting him 'killed'... He never forgets.. that hog. We need to get to Leon. I won't be losing a son to drow scum such as this. I say we leave the drow here, and head to the forges and get Leon. "
To Ysla: "Milady, I fear I must ask of ye's good grace and favor. We need to get to the forges, Might we get a guide to help us? Also, could ye send word to the Holderhek Manse of the happenings. I know not what is between ye and hemeth. But I only ask to help because I feel it in my bones. This is linked to the evil that is permeating this place, and it be in all our interests. Also, ye will be having a favor from Gremryl Stonebreaker, Gutbuster and servant of Moradin!" He bows...
persuasion check 18
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Rowland, tired of carrying the drow slumped over his shoulder sets it down and gives it a look over to assess the condition hoping to discern whether it's conscious and if its still bound tightly.
Perception: 5
Afterwards he turns to the drow, "We'll be asking them some questions first my little urine soaked friend. But after that you're free to have a go, how's that sound?"
(assuming you're talking to the Derro)
(Do you follow?)
Gremryl eyes the drow... These Drow. These dam drow!
While he is a paladin, and a servant of Moradin. He swore an oath of vengeance on those who harmed his family and bring evil to this world
to the Derro: "He'd have to be mighty big to defeat me lad...As long as we get the answers we need, I care not for this drow filth. They'd have us dead if they had their choice. Lets be on with it. "
He growls with a steely look in his eyes. (he follows)
Clearly agitated Rowland swears and mutters to the group as he hosts the drow back up onto his shoulder, "I swear if this ball-less, piss pot of an ogre son screws us I have dibs on his hide."
He follows on alert for any double crossing.
Elmo follows
Another Derro comes up to the first and they exchange words in Common.
Smaller Derro - “Ya need sumtin’, boss?” Looking wildly around the room and over his shoulder at everyone and nothing.
Derro with soiled pants - “Hail for the interrogator” then he whispers something inaudible to the second Derro.
Second Derro - Nodding at the first request then after the whisper he says in a loud and surprised tone, “Pants?!? Oh! Oh...” looking down now at the Derro’s soiled pants. “Righty, Boss. Be right back!” And he scurries off with his orders.
As you walk through the warehouse, you hear the familiar shifting of gears and before you a wide staircase is mechanically pieced together. It leads to an opening in the ceiling that surely want there before.
The Derro with the soiled pants stops at the bottom of the stairs. The rest of you continue upwards where you expect to see the beautiful landscape of a surface world that you long for. It is nothing like what you expected.
The landscape has been completely transformed and now resembles an Elvish castle. The ceilings are higher than you could fathom possible. The stone and marble is intricate in its design as one would expect from Elven craftsmanship.
On a throne of what appears to be a thousand swords fused together, sits Ylsa, looking particularly regal and well endowed.
Ylsa - “Back so soon? And with gifts I see..”
Ha! - OOC
perception check on the stonework (history check) of the castle in which we are standing in. 19
Gremryl reaches down to touch the stone work and his mind is flooded with images of the past...this was Myth Drannor, formerly known as (the city of) Cormanthor, the City of Song,or the City of Love,as well as many other names, was an elven city of around 10,000 (as of 1479 DR) in Cormanthor, which had been rebuilt after the original had laid in ruins since it fell in 714 DR.It was one of four old communities and capital of Cormanthyr (the others being the Elven Court, Semberholme, and the Tangled Trees). At its height, it represented the peak of elven civilization and craftsmanship.
To Ysla:
Gremryl slightly blushes.
"Ahem," Rowland clears his throat quietly to Grem, "I believe the handsome human she was referring to was me Grem."
He then approaches Ysla and deposits the drow onto the floor.
"Pleasure to see you again so soon madam, I hope that the information provided by these drow will prove useful to us both."
Gremryl suddenly grabs his head
"Gougy! They got gougy! Those bastards! Ysla, take these drow, and beat the orc blood from them! We need to no everything about why they are following us, where they be based from in the city, their leader, what they planned to do with us and any other pertinent info milady!"
To the group:
"We need to find leon!"
Rowland acknowledges the anguish in Grems face and looks from the drow to Ysla and once more to Grem. He struggles to keep his frustration in check momentarily.
"****!" and he walks over to the nearest drow and kicks it square in the balls. He then turns and heads for the exit following Grem.
Rowland stops for a moment waiting for Grem and quickly checks his backpack to ensure the bbq sauce is still where he stashed it. Upon confirming he looks to the others, "Well what's the plan gentlemen?"
Gremryl is now getting frustrated. But, Anger doesn't help a proper plan as he was told before during his campaigning days...
He lets out a breath:
"Gougy is gone, but he is ok. He can't be killed, just sent back to his plane to rest and prepare to run me over for getting him 'killed'... He never forgets.. that hog. We need to get to Leon. I won't be losing a son to drow scum such as this. I say we leave the drow here, and head to the forges and get Leon. "
To Ysla: "Milady, I fear I must ask of ye's good grace and favor. We need to get to the forges, Might we get a guide to help us? Also, could ye send word to the Holderhek Manse of the happenings. I know not what is between ye and hemeth. But I only ask to help because I feel it in my bones. This is linked to the evil that is permeating this place, and it be in all our interests. Also, ye will be having a favor from Gremryl Stonebreaker, Gutbuster and servant of Moradin!" He bows...
persuasion check 18