As Ransyl enters the room, his eyes widen and a grin is visible through his beard. He finds a set of splint armor, and begins changing out of his studded leather and into the new sturdy armor. “You know, I think I’m growing accustomed to the heat.”
He straps his shield to his back and begins walking through the swords, admiring the craftsmanship, “They’re not dwarven, but they are well made.” He spots the battleaxe and holds it in his hands - finding its balance. “This will do, this will do nicely.” Setting down his battleaxe and taking the lighter and stronger version as his own.
Kirinar joins his friend in admiring the weapons and armor. "I agree - I think I've gotten used to this climate." He especially looks over the many suits of armor, but is drawn back time and again to a breastplate carved to resemble a dragon's head. "In fact, I'm gonna strap this on and see how I do!"
"While we're down here, will you take a look at this helmet Keyleth found and let me know if it has any magical properties?" the fighter hands the strange helmet over to Doc A. If the group decides to take a short rest down here, he will spend the time examining the object (attuning if required).
Dr A examines the helmet and at some stage places it on his head. He looks over at Timber who is examining the ring and thinks "ahbut it wont always save you, you know! Sometimes common sense is the best defense!"
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"Yes, let's be off. Doc, if you want to keep that helmet, go ahead. I barely have enough room in my head for my own thoughts...not sure I want other people's thoughts in here, too!"
You reemerge back into the amphitheater and do not see anything that would leave such massive piles of dung. You consider yourself lucky and quickly move on.
As you head south an overturned wagon lies on the street ahead. Rotting flower petals litter the ground around it, and bees nest in its broken wheels. A freshly cut garland of jungle flowers hangs from the wagon’s tongue.
"We have already seen kobolds, and they are notorious tricksters. I say we go around and leave it alone, but knowing Keyleth we're gonna touch it..." Kirinar looks towards the elf, a grin fighting to break free...
He stands at the ready, prepared to fight off the imagined horde of creatures, or to break the trap open, or whatever else might be needed.
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Keyleth grins back at Kirinar, "Who me?" She pulls her eagle eye goggles down over her face and looks over the wagon. "This doesn't smack of kobolds to me," she says. "It almost looks like... a memorial?"
She gives the wagon a good look over, being careful not to disturb the bees, and being wary of traps just in case Kirinar is right.
As Keyleth looks things over she can see a moss-covered stone disk lies half-buried in the mud underneath the wagon. Concentric rings of inscriptions cover its surface — some written in Common and others etched in jagged cuneiform.
Keyleth looks underneath the wagon and trys to discern what the stone tablet says. She finds that while the words are written in Old Omuan they are also written common.
It reads, “Queen Napaka proclaims that the free people of Omu fear nothing. Brave new gods protect us, as Ubtao did before but does no longer. Omu will rise again, and Napaka shall reclaim all that is hers by right of conquest.”
Meanwhile at the top of the wagon a small head and body looks out. It drops to the ground and the small figure approaches Ransyl.
The scent of honey foreshadows the creatures appearance, and harmless bees follow it around.
Before Ransyl can react it climbs up the front of him and tugs on his beard.
As Ransyl enters the room, his eyes widen and a grin is visible through his beard. He finds a set of splint armor, and begins changing out of his studded leather and into the new sturdy armor. “You know, I think I’m growing accustomed to the heat.”
He straps his shield to his back and begins walking through the swords, admiring the craftsmanship, “They’re not dwarven, but they are well made.” He spots the battleaxe and holds it in his hands - finding its balance. “This will do, this will do nicely.” Setting down his battleaxe and taking the lighter and stronger version as his own.
Kirinar joins his friend in admiring the weapons and armor. "I agree - I think I've gotten used to this climate." He especially looks over the many suits of armor, but is drawn back time and again to a breastplate carved to resemble a dragon's head. "In fact, I'm gonna strap this on and see how I do!"
"While we're down here, will you take a look at this helmet Keyleth found and let me know if it has any magical properties?" the fighter hands the strange helmet over to Doc A. If the group decides to take a short rest down here, he will spend the time examining the object (attuning if required).
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Dr A examines the helmet and at some stage places it on his head. He looks over at Timber who is examining the ring and thinks "ahbut it wont always save you, you know! Sometimes common sense is the best defense!"
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
While the others look through the gear Dr A examines the helmet that was found earlier.
After a while he works out what it is by placing it on his head and determines ot is a helm of telepathy.
Ransyl looks around the room for another possible exit.
There is just the one door in.
“Well, if everyone is ready, let’s continue on. Hopefully, the owner of that large dung pile is not out there, waiting for us.”
Timber grins at that. "Well if there were to be a large pile of dung, maybe he won't be hungry for a while?"
"Yes, let's be off. Doc, if you want to keep that helmet, go ahead. I barely have enough room in my head for my own thoughts...not sure I want other people's thoughts in here, too!"
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
"Alright, so, continuing south is the plan, yes? And hopefully avoiding that creature..."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
“Sounds like a plan.” Ransyl motions to the door.
You reemerge back into the amphitheater and do not see anything that would leave such massive piles of dung. You consider yourself lucky and quickly move on.
As you head south an overturned wagon lies on the street ahead. Rotting flower petals litter the ground around it, and bees nest in its broken wheels. A freshly cut garland of jungle flowers hangs from the wagon’s tongue.
“It looks like something or someone was here recently.” Ransyl looks around for signs of a possible ambush.
Perception: natural 13, rolled 5
You see no signs of an ambush. The street is quiet and nothing moves nearby.
"We have already seen kobolds, and they are notorious tricksters. I say we go around and leave it alone, but knowing Keyleth we're gonna touch it..." Kirinar looks towards the elf, a grin fighting to break free...
He stands at the ready, prepared to fight off the imagined horde of creatures, or to break the trap open, or whatever else might be needed.
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Dr A grins at Kirinar giving Keyleth a hard time.
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Keyleth grins back at Kirinar, "Who me?" She pulls her eagle eye goggles down over her face and looks over the wagon. "This doesn't smack of kobolds to me," she says. "It almost looks like... a memorial?"
She gives the wagon a good look over, being careful not to disturb the bees, and being wary of traps just in case Kirinar is right.
Perception: 29
Investigation: 8
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
As Keyleth looks things over she can see a moss-covered stone disk lies half-buried in the mud underneath the wagon. Concentric rings of inscriptions cover its surface — some written in Common and others etched in jagged cuneiform.
She reads what she can understand and then calls over Dr A to hopefully translate what she can't.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Keyleth looks underneath the wagon and trys to discern what the stone tablet says. She finds that while the words are written in Old Omuan they are also written common.
It reads, “Queen Napaka proclaims that the free people of Omu fear nothing. Brave new gods protect us, as Ubtao did before but does no longer. Omu will rise again, and Napaka shall reclaim all that is hers by right of conquest.”
Meanwhile at the top of the wagon a small head and body looks out. It drops to the ground and the small figure approaches Ransyl.
The scent of honey foreshadows the creatures appearance, and harmless bees follow it around.
Before Ransyl can react it climbs up the front of him and tugs on his beard.