Yes, that's exactly how that works. I can't protest very much without my head, but you have to remove it first. I let go of the head. Drop the bullshit, your dragon is dead because it was a meance, killer, robber and enslaver. Such is the fate for one that becomes a problem especially to us, and you would do well to remember that.
It's always a one way trip. implying a double meaning. When you bring Venomfang back, tell him I said hi one of my eyebrows pops in delight as I crack a grin.
Dustfinger flails and plods down to the starry robed *******, sorting coins into various pouches. "Torm's sake, we'll do right by our friend, if you'd just, please, shut up. Here," Dustfinger throws a pouch containing 400 gold at the eye-patched egghead, "is 400 gold. Now if everyone else will pitch in, we'll take your offer of there and back again, and we can all look forward to forking your worthless dragon in the ass a second time." Dusty is very visibly unnerved by the swagger of this wizard.
"Suit yourself." He takes the 500 gold total (I am removing from party loot, anyone who took away from their personal funds can put it back.)
"Join your hands, now, in a circle." You all do as he says and he makes it a point to place his hand on Az Emberi's head for the incantation. When he is finished, a crackling of energy starts and you all feel as though you're getting sucked through space without objects or even air impeding you. "Stay safe, I'll need you later." Everything you're currently looking at shifts to red as it fades away and a cityscape comes into view in a blueish tint. You're all in the middle of a street, Absinthe's cart is nearby, Venomfang's head is not on it.
You're in Neverwinter. You don't recognize the exact street but you know the architecture. It is late in the evening, some temples might still be open, if not, you still have more than 23 hours to fix Absinthe and Dustfinger. What are you doing?
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I'll give you more than you Fuuu------! I knew it. That shit heel, what an incompetent mess. I look for a pub to go drink the stress away, trusting that Absinthe and Dust can find their own way.
Dizzy and covering his eyes, Fjolnir turns toward Az Embari- "So this that's your guy, eh? Well you can count me at your side in hunting him to whatever ground he goes to."
So, pretty much everyone splits up. Dustfinger heads to a bar, Dirk to a store, Absinthe in search of a Temple of Lliira, Az Emberi off by himself for some alone time. Fjolnir calls after Az, but he and Hymir are left in the empty street by the dispersing party. (If you two want to do anything let me know.)
It doesn't take long for Absinthe to find a "temple district" of sorts, and specifically one that worships Lliira. He is greeted and shows his holy emblem. That along with the vestments he's wearing is enough to show his background as an acolyte and the willingly cast Greater Restoration on him for free, removing the aging effects of the Ghost's attack. His balls return to their normal comfortable state and he can trust farts once more.
Dustfinger gets a few drinks. (Are you going to attempt fixing the age effect, or no?)
Dirk finds a store that might sell what he wants but they are closed for the day.
Az...?
Fjolnir and Hymir?
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He removes his hand as the party disperses... "Good talk, fellers." And he hikes his gear up on his shoulder. "Meet here on the morn to shove off!" he shouts and heads toward the docks to find an Inn, get a mug of mulled or firewine and get the latest news.
Az Emberi ends up in the first bar/inn he can find sits in a corner drinking until time to go for bed. He wakes up early enough in the morning to hit a couple of shops before meeting the party at the designated point.
Walks into weapon shop
"I need a staff or pererably a club that will help me kill a powerful wizard"
Walks into armor shop
"I need armor to protect me against a powerful wizard"
Walks into item/enchantment shop
"I need items to help me kill or protect me from a powerful wizard."
Walks into cloathier
"I need a cowl that will go low enough to cover this (points to third eye) So the rest of this town stops gawking at me." .... "Also if it was enchanted in some way to help me kill a powerful wizard that would be appreciated."
Dusty finds a flophouse for the night. In the morning, he tours all shops that might carry magical items in search of something that the group might find useful. Something warm and potentially angry. Or blisteringly cheerful. Or moderately annoying to others. Yes. Yessssss...
Absinthe slowly starts touching his face to feel the tightness of his skin return, then gently grabs his balls and let's out a sigh of relief. "Thank you for restoring my youth. I would like to make a donation to your temple for what you have done for me." I hand them 20 gold from my personal funds. Then leaves the temple.
I Walk a short distance from the temple, lift a leg and let out a nice long fart." Oh, I feel I've been holding that in for years. I need a drink." and off to the tavern he goes.
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Everyone hears Fjolnir's suggestion to meet back in the morning on the same street, even Az Emberi was still in earshot when he called out.
Hymir accompanies Absinthe to assist if needed, and keep him company. The two of you find a decent sized bar afterwards. 15 It turns out the small chairs at this establishment are not meant to hold the weight of goliaths, and few drinks in, Absinthe adjusts his chair and it crumbles underneath him. He rolls backward and hits someone at another table, breaking their chair too and sending them to the ground. The four people at the table stand up, two half-orcs and two humans. "Hey, what the hell you clumsy oaf?"
Az Emberi winds up in a different bar and inn combo. 6 Your bar is relatively quiet, but a man does sit down pretty close to you for lack of much room to sit and tries to start up a conversation. "Hey there fella, lookin' a little in the dumps- whoa! I must've had more drinks than I thought, you look like you have 3 eyes!"
Dustfinger, Dirk and Fjolnir end up at the same bar. You guys can stay together for simplicity purposes if you'd like, or go to different inns, it's all up to you. 20 Two gentlemen at the bar get into an argument that ends in one of them shoving the other into your table. Fjolnir's beer is tipped over in the process.
(The stuff that a couple of you want to do in the morning will take a little more research from me, so please stand by.)
I say this before Absinthe falls So Absinthe Az seemed kinda mad I mean the person he has been looking for showed up and stole something from us but I know him to be similar to me in the aspect of operating in a moral grey area, plus a fight with him is nothing to be taken lightly he can basically create venomfangS (emphasize the plural) but me and Master Starlight have an understanding so if we fight or get in each others way then there are no hard feeling even if we kill each other, what do you think of all this?
After Absinthe falls hopefully after I got an answer I help him up but let him address the question from the half orcs
Az Emberi takes a big swig signals to the bartender for another. Loojs at the guy with only his third eye and says "wizards are ass holes. I'm in a sour mood keep to your cups and I'll keep to mine." Continues drinking.
Yes, that's exactly how that works. I can't protest very much without my head, but you have to remove it first. I let go of the head. Drop the bullshit, your dragon is dead because it was a meance, killer, robber and enslaver. Such is the fate for one that becomes a problem especially to us, and you would do well to remember that.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
The tall skinny wizard smiles. "Down, boy! One-way trip, or there and back?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
It's always a one way trip. implying a double meaning. When you bring Venomfang back, tell him I said hi one of my eyebrows pops in delight as I crack a grin.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Dustfinger flails and plods down to the starry robed *******, sorting coins into various pouches. "Torm's sake, we'll do right by our friend, if you'd just, please, shut up. Here," Dustfinger throws a pouch containing 400 gold at the eye-patched egghead, "is 400 gold. Now if everyone else will pitch in, we'll take your offer of there and back again, and we can all look forward to forking your worthless dragon in the ass a second time." Dusty is very visibly unnerved by the swagger of this wizard.
Az never breaking eye contact with the wizard nods his agreement to the group. "Speak your choice Absinthe and lets be on with this."
"One way trip is fine, we can walk back."
"Suit yourself." He takes the 500 gold total (I am removing from party loot, anyone who took away from their personal funds can put it back.)
"Join your hands, now, in a circle." You all do as he says and he makes it a point to place his hand on Az Emberi's head for the incantation. When he is finished, a crackling of energy starts and you all feel as though you're getting sucked through space without objects or even air impeding you. "Stay safe, I'll need you later." Everything you're currently looking at shifts to red as it fades away and a cityscape comes into view in a blueish tint. You're all in the middle of a street, Absinthe's cart is nearby, Venomfang's head is not on it.
You're in Neverwinter. You don't recognize the exact street but you know the architecture. It is late in the evening, some temples might still be open, if not, you still have more than 23 hours to fix Absinthe and Dustfinger. What are you doing?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dustfinger is sour. He is going to go get a drink at the nearest dive and project his anger into his mug.
I'll give you more than you Fuuu------! I knew it. That shit heel, what an incompetent mess. I look for a pub to go drink the stress away, trusting that Absinthe and Dust can find their own way.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
As we leave I snarl " I have your name now."
We get were we were going
Az Emberi howels and punches the nearest wall. 15 dmg 1
Then stalks off alone through an alley.
Absinthe wastes no time searching for a temple that shares his faith, if not whatever the next closest thing to it.
Dizzy and covering his eyes, Fjolnir turns toward Az Embari- "So this that's your guy, eh? Well you can count me at your side in hunting him to whatever ground he goes to."
So, pretty much everyone splits up. Dustfinger heads to a bar, Dirk to a store, Absinthe in search of a Temple of Lliira, Az Emberi off by himself for some alone time. Fjolnir calls after Az, but he and Hymir are left in the empty street by the dispersing party. (If you two want to do anything let me know.)
It doesn't take long for Absinthe to find a "temple district" of sorts, and specifically one that worships Lliira. He is greeted and shows his holy emblem. That along with the vestments he's wearing is enough to show his background as an acolyte and the willingly cast Greater Restoration on him for free, removing the aging effects of the Ghost's attack. His balls return to their normal comfortable state and he can trust farts once more.
Dustfinger gets a few drinks. (Are you going to attempt fixing the age effect, or no?)
Dirk finds a store that might sell what he wants but they are closed for the day.
Az...?
Fjolnir and Hymir?
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
He removes his hand as the party disperses... "Good talk, fellers." And he hikes his gear up on his shoulder. "Meet here on the morn to shove off!" he shouts and heads toward the docks to find an Inn, get a mug of mulled or firewine and get the latest news.
Az Emberi ends up in the first bar/inn he can find sits in a corner drinking until time to go for bed. He wakes up early enough in the morning to hit a couple of shops before meeting the party at the designated point.
Walks into weapon shop
"I need a staff or pererably a club that will help me kill a powerful wizard"
Walks into armor shop
"I need armor to protect me against a powerful wizard"
Walks into item/enchantment shop
"I need items to help me kill or protect me from a powerful wizard."
Walks into cloathier
"I need a cowl that will go low enough to cover this (points to third eye) So the rest of this town stops gawking at me." .... "Also if it was enchanted in some way to help me kill a powerful wizard that would be appreciated."
Dusty finds a flophouse for the night. In the morning, he tours all shops that might carry magical items in search of something that the group might find useful. Something warm and potentially angry. Or blisteringly cheerful. Or moderately annoying to others. Yes. Yessssss...
Absinthe slowly starts touching his face to feel the tightness of his skin return, then gently grabs his balls and let's out a sigh of relief. "Thank you for restoring my youth. I would like to make a donation to your temple for what you have done for me." I hand them 20 gold from my personal funds. Then leaves the temple.
I Walk a short distance from the temple, lift a leg and let out a nice long fart." Oh, I feel I've been holding that in for years. I need a drink." and off to the tavern he goes.
Everyone hears Fjolnir's suggestion to meet back in the morning on the same street, even Az Emberi was still in earshot when he called out.
Hymir accompanies Absinthe to assist if needed, and keep him company. The two of you find a decent sized bar afterwards. 15 It turns out the small chairs at this establishment are not meant to hold the weight of goliaths, and few drinks in, Absinthe adjusts his chair and it crumbles underneath him. He rolls backward and hits someone at another table, breaking their chair too and sending them to the ground. The four people at the table stand up, two half-orcs and two humans. "Hey, what the hell you clumsy oaf?"
Az Emberi winds up in a different bar and inn combo. 6 Your bar is relatively quiet, but a man does sit down pretty close to you for lack of much room to sit and tries to start up a conversation. "Hey there fella, lookin' a little in the dumps- whoa! I must've had more drinks than I thought, you look like you have 3 eyes!"
Dustfinger, Dirk and Fjolnir end up at the same bar. You guys can stay together for simplicity purposes if you'd like, or go to different inns, it's all up to you. 20 Two gentlemen at the bar get into an argument that ends in one of them shoving the other into your table. Fjolnir's beer is tipped over in the process.
(The stuff that a couple of you want to do in the morning will take a little more research from me, so please stand by.)
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I say this before Absinthe falls So Absinthe Az seemed kinda mad I mean the person he has been looking for showed up and stole something from us but I know him to be similar to me in the aspect of operating in a moral grey area, plus a fight with him is nothing to be taken lightly he can basically create venomfangS (emphasize the plural) but me and Master Starlight have an understanding so if we fight or get in each others way then there are no hard feeling even if we kill each other, what do you think of all this?
After Absinthe falls hopefully after I got an answer I help him up but let him address the question from the half orcs
Chronomancy!!!
Az Emberi takes a big swig signals to the bartender for another. Loojs at the guy with only his third eye and says "wizards are ass holes. I'm in a sour mood keep to your cups and I'll keep to mine." Continues drinking.