Quinn over hears Enkindle asking about cards, and seeing as how those two were busy, he didnt want to interrupt. He walks by and drops off a stack of playing cards, placing it on top of one of Enkindles knees pressed close to her chest, and departs with a nod, and watch in awe of the work being finished on Duk3
Quinn then goes over to the common area near the fire, and tries to play his presti-lyre,
"Ah, It is easy! You'll see." Joy resonates into the telepathic link as Stool wiggles itself as a reaction to Glabbagool's acceptance of his invitation for a game.
"Because you know things, and I want to learn new things. Let's have a game of riddles about the things we have learned. Maybe one day I become wise like Psilofyr, the philosopher god."
"I'll start, then you have to try and guess the answer. You ask me afterwards and I try to guess. We set our scores after the best of three."
The myconid's giggling thoughts preceded the riddle.
"A box without hinges, key or lid, Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Svana had expected something to happen in her dreams that night (after thanking Amara for her aid and finally getting to rest after Duke’s surgery. An anxious procedure it was, but he came out so handsomely!), perhaps the stuffed animal would be around her person as a way of answering her, but none of that happened. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved of this, or perhaps it took time for it to happen.
As they walked the tunnels of the Underdark, she was lost in thought again. Perhaps they do not want to help me? Who am I to ask such a thing of a God as powerful as he? Her eyebrow furrow in frustration. Am I unworthy?
Later, after she set up the alarm around the perimeter, she moved to confront Jezzika about it, just in time for her to hear what she said in regards to the riddle. An unexpected snort escaped her, a hand rushing to cover her nose and mouth in embarrassment. “Should I come at a later time?” She asked, hand still covering her mouth as she stifled a laugh. “That was very unexpected.”
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"First thing that came to my mind, to be honest."she said, jokingly. "Stay. But my no no square isn't filled with gold, though, so don't get any bright ideas."She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and waited a moment, looking the elf over. "I have good news for you. Umbra has decided to help you."
Taking a look at the map with Amara, Ree'lyn consider their options. "Considering Blingdenstone is very far, we should keep a steady pace, perhaps push forward some more as I don't feel like we have totally got rid of the Velkynvelve drow. We have left tha passage to Ched Nasad far behind. It was eastwards way back there." - the drow gestures to the cave tunnels they had come from. - "Going around the Darklake East to North, we will be in Blingdenstone in some more days. We are halfway there. Perhaps we find an outpost before that long." - a deep sigh and Amara can see a stern look in his reddish lilac eyes. He sips the wine as if it was a cheap mead. - "You see? We are going to be dangerously close to Menzoberranzan this way. They keep regular patrols in some areas around their area." - he thinks briefly. - "I don't want to take you there, even if we could pretend to be looking for a caravan and trade. It is too dangerous for most of you." - he wishes he could get in there, though.
After a pause, he looks overly concerned. - "We are halfway to Blingdenstone." - nothing new there. He just repeats it to have it sounding easier in his mind.
Glabbagool turns thoughtfully in his jar, “Well, I don’t know too many riddles, but I’ll give it my best shot! Let’s see... a box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid? Hmmm... A gelatinous cube that ate someone carrying gold?”
Stool laughs at Glabbagool's answer. - "Noooo." - he replies cheerfully, prolonging the vowels. - "An egg!" - the myconid finally says, again prolonging the vowels in a cheerful victory. - "Your turn."
Amara nods seriously. "We are worryingly close to Menzoberranzan," she agrees. "Hopefully the Velkynvelve drow won't recruit help out of fear of the shame it will bring to know prisoners escaped them and got this far, but we can't be sure." She gives him a reassuring smile. "But as you said, we are halfway to Blingdenstone. Stay hopeful, dear. We may escape them yet."
"Well then! I would have to say that my inner dragon is upset at this false statement! She was looking forward to gathering more riches for her hoard." The elf quips, returning Jezzika's smile with a cheeky smirk, and when she saw the sparkle in her eyes, her heart skipped a beat. "W-wait, really?" Svana asks in disbelief. "This isn't a joke, right?" When the drow would make the indication that, no, this was not a joke, she takes the others hands in hers, bringing them close so she could press her forehead against them.
"I am indebted to you, Jezzika. No words can express how grateful I am of you making this possible." She brings her head back up with a beaming smile on her face, her eyes filled with excitement, wonder, and maybe a tad bit of fear. "I... I know that I cannot get something for nothing. What is it that Umbra wants of me?"
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Glad to be of help teaching something to his new friend, Stool is very kind. "Oh, an egg is a thing that some creatures lay on the ground." - after a momentof hesitation. "I have seen lizards and spiders having different kinds of eggs. Sometimes, for some creatures, it is yellow inside. In the very beginning of the new individual existence." - after another pause - "Myconids use spores to reproduce. And your kind?"
"Ah yes, let me answer your riddle first."
The myconid hesitates and pauses. - "Is it a purple fungus?" - he finally replies.
"Servitude."she said plainly, wishing Svana would hold her hand for just another moment longer, but she let go. "If you are truly ready to find the answers you seek, Umbra can show you what you want to know, but he will not do it out of the kindness of it's heart. When I was a child, Umbra would do nothing short of me begging. It has a master plan, and his plans and schemes ascend much higher than what you and I would ever comprehend. I live in a world of shadow, and darkness. Something I am used to as a Drow, and as a Herald of Umbra. The places he takes me are not for the faint of heart, and believe it or not, I would be a little guilty should you not be able to comprehend what you are shown. As the years have gone by, Umbra has given me hints that it is a very destructive God. While this should bother me, my yearning for astronomical knowledge overcomes the worry I should have. You may not like what you see."
She stared at Svana, softly smiling at her, and for some strange reason, didn't look away. In fact, she was attractive, and hadn't really noticed until standing so close to her, and the way she held her hands to her forehead.
"Come see me tonight, and I will give you a preview of what Umbra has shown me."
Glabbagool “rumbles” as though his stomach were empty, “I would like to try an egg someday. Hopefully we can find one!
The answer to the riddle is... one of those purple elves! They always carry around many pointy things, and their ears are very pointy as well! And they don’t like slimes like me, but they don’t attack when they’re inside! Your turn!”
There is not a sound for an answer from the myconid, but the very telepathic link is flooded with a repetitive and short wave of expressions of joy. That could be giggling.
- "My turn!" - a pause. - "Why didn't the butterfly go to the dance?" - Stool finally asks Glabbagool.
Glabbagool’s eye bounces around inside him like an old windows screensaver, “Well, I don’t know too much about butterflies or dancing, but maybe it’s because they weren’t invited? I know a lot of places I wouldn’t be invited.”
Glabbagool’s mood seems to dampen slightly, but he perks back up almost immediately, “Maybe one day I’ll learn how to dance! Or be a butterfly! Who knows what can happen?”
"I am concerned with finding an outpost or a city soon enough, as I don't want to risk being under the threat of demons." - he glanced around briefly - "We never know when they are taking someone as a vessel until it is late. Did you see Sarith imploding in pores and goo? I wonder what kind of affliction was he under." - but that was not all of his concerns. - "We don't know who of us are, willingly or not, being under the influence of monsters. Or alike creatures." - he quickly glances over at Jezzika.
Looking back to the map - "If we find people from Mantol-Derith, they may be of help. Somewhat." - he pauses pondering a while - "But theMenzoberranzaneer would want to take everything from us, at best. Our lives at the worst of the possibilities."
A deep sigh, rubbing his neck.- "Amara. " - his voice is soft. - "Have you considered we might need to split the party?"
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Quinn over hears Enkindle asking about cards, and seeing as how those two were busy, he didnt want to interrupt. He walks by and drops off a stack of playing cards, placing it on top of one of Enkindles knees pressed close to her chest, and departs with a nod, and watch in awe of the work being finished on Duk3
Quinn then goes over to the common area near the fire, and tries to play his presti-lyre,
Performance 25
"Ah, It is easy! You'll see." Joy resonates into the telepathic link as Stool wiggles itself as a reaction to Glabbagool's acceptance of his invitation for a game.
"Because you know things, and I want to learn new things. Let's have a game of riddles about the things we have learned. Maybe one day I become wise like Psilofyr, the philosopher god."
"A box without hinges, key or lid, Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
What am I?"
"My p***y." Jezzika blurts.
If ever there was something like blushing in the myconid's nature, it just happened. Stool patiently awaits Glabbagool's answer.
Svana had expected something to happen in her dreams that night (after thanking Amara for her aid and finally getting to rest after Duke’s surgery. An anxious procedure it was, but he came out so handsomely!), perhaps the stuffed animal would be around her person as a way of answering her, but none of that happened. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved of this, or perhaps it took time for it to happen.
As they walked the tunnels of the Underdark, she was lost in thought again. Perhaps they do not want to help me? Who am I to ask such a thing of a God as powerful as he? Her eyebrow furrow in frustration. Am I unworthy?
Later, after she set up the alarm around the perimeter, she moved to confront Jezzika about it, just in time for her to hear what she said in regards to the riddle. An unexpected snort escaped her, a hand rushing to cover her nose and mouth in embarrassment. “Should I come at a later time?” She asked, hand still covering her mouth as she stifled a laugh. “That was very unexpected.”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"First thing that came to my mind, to be honest." she said, jokingly. "Stay. But my no no square isn't filled with gold, though, so don't get any bright ideas." She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and waited a moment, looking the elf over. "I have good news for you. Umbra has decided to help you."
Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 3 | AC 15 | HP 22/22 | Temporary HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 4 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 2 | Innate spells 2| Eldritch Invocations 2
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Taking a look at the map with Amara, Ree'lyn consider their options. "Considering Blingdenstone is very far, we should keep a steady pace, perhaps push forward some more as I don't feel like we have totally got rid of the Velkynvelve drow. We have left tha passage to Ched Nasad far behind. It was eastwards way back there." - the drow gestures to the cave tunnels they had come from. - "Going around the Darklake East to North, we will be in Blingdenstone in some more days. We are halfway there. Perhaps we find an outpost before that long." - a deep sigh and Amara can see a stern look in his reddish lilac eyes. He sips the wine as if it was a cheap mead. - "You see? We are going to be dangerously close to Menzoberranzan this way. They keep regular patrols in some areas around their area." - he thinks briefly. - "I don't want to take you there, even if we could pretend to be looking for a caravan and trade. It is too dangerous for most of you." - he wishes he could get in there, though.
After a pause, he looks overly concerned. - "We are halfway to Blingdenstone." - nothing new there. He just repeats it to have it sounding easier in his mind.
Glabbagool turns thoughtfully in his jar, “Well, I don’t know too many riddles, but I’ll give it my best shot! Let’s see... a box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid? Hmmm... A gelatinous cube that ate someone carrying gold?”
Quinn recasts his presti-lyre,
Performance 20
Stool laughs at Glabbagool's answer. - "Noooo." - he replies cheerfully, prolonging the vowels. - "An egg!" - the myconid finally says, again prolonging the vowels in a cheerful victory. - "Your turn."
Glabbagool hesitates for a moment before replying, “But Stool, what is an egg? I’ve never heard of such a thing before!
Here’s my riddle! What’s purple, has pointy tips, and is more dangerous outside than inside?”
Amara nods seriously. "We are worryingly close to Menzoberranzan," she agrees. "Hopefully the Velkynvelve drow won't recruit help out of fear of the shame it will bring to know prisoners escaped them and got this far, but we can't be sure." She gives him a reassuring smile. "But as you said, we are halfway to Blingdenstone. Stay hopeful, dear. We may escape them yet."
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"Well then! I would have to say that my inner dragon is upset at this false statement! She was looking forward to gathering more riches for her hoard." The elf quips, returning Jezzika's smile with a cheeky smirk, and when she saw the sparkle in her eyes, her heart skipped a beat. "W-wait, really?" Svana asks in disbelief. "This isn't a joke, right?" When the drow would make the indication that, no, this was not a joke, she takes the others hands in hers, bringing them close so she could press her forehead against them.
"I am indebted to you, Jezzika. No words can express how grateful I am of you making this possible." She brings her head back up with a beaming smile on her face, her eyes filled with excitement, wonder, and maybe a tad bit of fear. "I... I know that I cannot get something for nothing. What is it that Umbra wants of me?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
DAY ELEVEN
ENCOUNTERS: 19, 8, 8
PACE: Fast
PURSUIT LEVEL: Two
No encounters.
DAY TWELVE
ENCOUNTERS: 14, 5, 11
PACE: Fast
PURSUIT LEVEL: Two
No encounters.
DAY THIRTEEN
ENCOUNTERS: 5, 4, 10
PACE: Fast
PURSUIT LEVEL: Two
You guys lose the drow.
Glad to be of help teaching something to his new friend, Stool is very kind. "Oh, an egg is a thing that some creatures lay on the ground." - after a moment of hesitation. "I have seen lizards and spiders having different kinds of eggs. Sometimes, for some creatures, it is yellow inside. In the very beginning of the new individual existence." - after another pause - "Myconids use spores to reproduce. And your kind?"
"Ah yes, let me answer your riddle first."
The myconid hesitates and pauses. - "Is it a purple fungus?" - he finally replies.
"Servitude." she said plainly, wishing Svana would hold her hand for just another moment longer, but she let go. "If you are truly ready to find the answers you seek, Umbra can show you what you want to know, but he will not do it out of the kindness of it's heart. When I was a child, Umbra would do nothing short of me begging. It has a master plan, and his plans and schemes ascend much higher than what you and I would ever comprehend. I live in a world of shadow, and darkness. Something I am used to as a Drow, and as a Herald of Umbra. The places he takes me are not for the faint of heart, and believe it or not, I would be a little guilty should you not be able to comprehend what you are shown. As the years have gone by, Umbra has given me hints that it is a very destructive God. While this should bother me, my yearning for astronomical knowledge overcomes the worry I should have. You may not like what you see."
She stared at Svana, softly smiling at her, and for some strange reason, didn't look away. In fact, she was attractive, and hadn't really noticed until standing so close to her, and the way she held her hands to her forehead.
"Come see me tonight, and I will give you a preview of what Umbra has shown me."
Glabbagool “rumbles” as though his stomach were empty, “I would like to try an egg someday. Hopefully we can find one!
The answer to the riddle is... one of those purple elves! They always carry around many pointy things, and their ears are very pointy as well! And they don’t like slimes like me, but they don’t attack when they’re inside! Your turn!”
There is not a sound for an answer from the myconid, but the very telepathic link is flooded with a repetitive and short wave of expressions of joy. That could be giggling.
- "My turn!" - a pause. - "Why didn't the butterfly go to the dance?" - Stool finally asks Glabbagool.
Glabbagool’s eye bounces around inside him like an old windows screensaver, “Well, I don’t know too much about butterflies or dancing, but maybe it’s because they weren’t invited? I know a lot of places I wouldn’t be invited.”
Glabbagool’s mood seems to dampen slightly, but he perks back up almost immediately, “Maybe one day I’ll learn how to dance! Or be a butterfly! Who knows what can happen?”
Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 3 | AC 15 | HP 22/22 | Temporary HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 4 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 2 | Innate spells 2| Eldritch Invocations 2
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"I am concerned with finding an outpost or a city soon enough, as I don't want to risk being under the threat of demons." - he glanced around briefly - "We never know when they are taking someone as a vessel until it is late. Did you see Sarith imploding in pores and goo? I wonder what kind of affliction was he under. " - but that was not all of his concerns. - "We don't know who of us are, willingly or not, being under the influence of monsters. Or alike creatures." - he quickly glances over at Jezzika.
Looking back to the map - "If we find people from Mantol-Derith, they may be of help. Somewhat." - he pauses pondering a while - "But the Menzoberranzaneer would want to take everything from us, at best. Our lives at the worst of the possibilities."
A deep sigh, rubbing his neck.- "Amara. " - his voice is soft. - "Have you considered we might need to split the party?"