The woman points toward the far side of the windmill, her voice a little lower. "That's the problem. Keeps talking about food. Think heard money, but know it keeps saying food. Not bright, though."
She winces as Chom runs up and she sees that he barely comes up to the height of the fence. "Careful!" She points again.
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Erevan runs along the north wall of the windmill, stopping just before the NE corner. He slowly peeks around the corner to look in the direction the lady had pointed.
Erevan sees the back half of a large creature, tan in color. The tail has long barbs at the end and is slashing through the air. There are a few long spikes on the tail near where it joins the body. There is a large splotch of dull orange on the side, almost leather in nature that your brain is trying to work out, when it suddenly flares up and you see it for the wing that it is.
The creature lifts off the ground a little as its wings beat and you finally see a head. Wreathed in thick, dark orange fur and more of the spikes, the face has almost a humanoid look to it.
As it turns its head to the side to ram at the door again with its shoulder, you see the mouth is just rows of jagged teeth.
The woman points toward the far side of the windmill, her voice a little lower. "That's the problem. Keeps talking about food. Think heard money, but know it keeps saying food. Not bright, though."
She winces as Chom runs up and she sees that he barely comes up to the height of the fence. "Careful!" She points again.
'What, like some kind of talking animal?' Tyrgram replied in a quizzical voice.
This was something highly unusual. Still, he was not one to turn away from a lady in need.
'Don't you worry, miss. We will take care of it and then we will escort you to safety.' Tyrgram turned on his heels and walked towards where the woman had pointed. He also took out his handaxe and shield, just to be safe.
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Xel-Thoth follows behind Tyrgram. He is well aware, given that most in the group seem to be casters of the arcane and divine magics, that they are all individually weak. Staying around 10 feet back from Tyrgram's position, he looks at the woman was pointing at.
DM: If Xel-Thoth can see the animal, can he identify it?
The creature flies up, finally coming into Chom's view, obscured as he is by the small wall in front of him. As his neck crane's upwards he begins to lean backwards, mouth agape, until gravity takes hold and he lands with a bump on the ground. He kicks his legs excitedly, and is about to call out to the others, when Horace pecks him sharply in the face. "Good thinking, my feathered friend!", the gnome whispers, before conjuring a barrier of force around himself.
A real life Manticore. It seems much scarier in the flesh as opposed to its description in books. Xel-Thoth also remembers that it is quite deadly as its teeth, claws and tail clearly shows.
He instinctively casts Mage Armor on himself and tells the rest of the party in the calmest voice he can muster - "I do believe that is a Manticore. It is very dangerous. The old woman is correct in hiding inside the house. We are out in the open here."
"Who is there?" The manticore flies up so it's a hundred feet in the air and starts to make his way toward the party. "Beg and die quick. Or die slow." It sniffs again. "Humans?"
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Erevan steps out from beside the building, looking up at the manticore he says "Great manticore, we hear you are in search of treasure. Perhaps we can assist. We are smaller than you and we are many, we can fit in places that you may not. Let us find the treasure you seek."Persuasion20
Erevan draws his face into something that he hopes resembles a smile and bows before the manticore.
Erevan steps out from beside the building, looking up at the manticore he says "Great manticore, we hear you are in search of treasure. Perhaps we can assist. We are smaller than you and we are many, we can fit in places that you may not. Let us find the treasure you seek."Persuasion13
Erevan draws his face into something that he hopes resembles a smile and bows before the manticore.
Tyrgram stepped around the corner to see what was happening. There were two things he noticed: a flying beast with the head of a human was diving towards them from up high and the Elven druid he had been travelling with was talking to it.
'You're not seriously negotiating with a monster, are you?' Tyrgram asked Erevan with a whispery voice. His hand reached up to touch the crystal butterfly around his neck. It shimmered for a moment before rime ice leaked out to cover Tyrgram's entire armour. ------------------------ Casting of 1st lvl Armor of Agathys
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"Well spotted on magnificent one. A human I am not. But with humans I talk. Treasure can be found many places. There is one such place some distance from here. A the walk to the south, maybe two cycles of the sun. If you were to let my companions leave this place we would gladly search out this treasure. For you. What says the wondrous manticore?" Erevan is all but blowing kisses at the manticore in hopes that his praise of the beast will earn them a safe passage out of this situation.
"Two? But nothing now? There is human." The manticore starts to circle the windmill, but keeps looking at Erevan. "What place do I not know with tresure? Humans there too?"
"Most humble apologies, no treasure now. No humans with treasure either. Small caves with no humans. Only dark creatures. We will take treasure from dark creatures and bring to you. ALL the treasure will be yours. In 5 cycles of the sun we will return with treasure" Erevan bows deeply with the last statement. He turns his head so slightly and whispers to Tyrgram "Go with me on this"
Tyrgram glanced at Erevan, then at the Manticore and then back at Erevan.
'I'm no fan of all this subterfuge.' He stated to the druid. 'But I don't think we're strong enough to slay this beast. So I'll follow your lead. For now.' But Tyrgram did not let go of his axe nor did he take his eyes off of the monster.
"We can get you food! Chom scrambles up on top of the wall, even as Horace pulls at his clothes in the opposite direction, trying to stop him. "Juicy steaks, a lovely side of ham, maybe some sausages and crispy bacon! Why, I'm getting hungry too just thinking about it!
The gnome also tilts his head to the side, thinking hard. In contrast to the manticore, Chom's eyes widen like saucers. "Phandalin! They must have meat to feed a poor, hungry manticore! Let us go and get you some!"
He spies the woman peering out the window, and has an even better idea. "That woman in the windmill, I bet she knows someone in Phandalin that could provide you with a meal fit for a king! Or a lovely manticore such as yourself! Let us take her to town, and see what we can rustle up for you!"
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The woman points toward the far side of the windmill, her voice a little lower. "That's the problem. Keeps talking about food. Think heard money, but know it keeps saying food. Not bright, though."
She winces as Chom runs up and she sees that he barely comes up to the height of the fence. "Careful!" She points again.
Erevan runs along the north wall of the windmill, stopping just before the NE corner. He slowly peeks around the corner to look in the direction the lady had pointed.
Perception 21
Erevan sees the back half of a large creature, tan in color. The tail has long barbs at the end and is slashing through the air. There are a few long spikes on the tail near where it joins the body. There is a large splotch of dull orange on the side, almost leather in nature that your brain is trying to work out, when it suddenly flares up and you see it for the wing that it is.
The creature lifts off the ground a little as its wings beat and you finally see a head. Wreathed in thick, dark orange fur and more of the spikes, the face has almost a humanoid look to it.
As it turns its head to the side to ram at the door again with its shoulder, you see the mouth is just rows of jagged teeth.
'What, like some kind of talking animal?' Tyrgram replied in a quizzical voice.
This was something highly unusual. Still, he was not one to turn away from a lady in need.
'Don't you worry, miss. We will take care of it and then we will escort you to safety.' Tyrgram turned on his heels and walked towards where the woman had pointed. He also took out his handaxe and shield, just to be safe.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Xel-Thoth follows behind Tyrgram. He is well aware, given that most in the group seem to be casters of the arcane and divine magics, that they are all individually weak. Staying around 10 feet back from Tyrgram's position, he looks at the woman was pointing at.
DM: If Xel-Thoth can see the animal, can he identify it?
Nature Check: 21
You never saw one alive but you think perhaps a picture in a book?
You think for a second and it's when the creatures flies up again that a word comes to you.
Manticore? But nothing else.
As the creature flies up, it seems to catch a scent of something and whips it's head around, trying to make sure.
The creature flies up, finally coming into Chom's view, obscured as he is by the small wall in front of him. As his neck crane's upwards he begins to lean backwards, mouth agape, until gravity takes hold and he lands with a bump on the ground. He kicks his legs excitedly, and is about to call out to the others, when Horace pecks him sharply in the face. "Good thinking, my feathered friend!", the gnome whispers, before conjuring a barrier of force around himself.
Cast Mage Armor
A real life Manticore. It seems much scarier in the flesh as opposed to its description in books. Xel-Thoth also remembers that it is quite deadly as its teeth, claws and tail clearly shows.
He instinctively casts Mage Armor on himself and tells the rest of the party in the calmest voice he can muster - "I do believe that is a Manticore. It is very dangerous. The old woman is correct in hiding inside the house. We are out in the open here."
"Who is there?" The manticore flies up so it's a hundred feet in the air and starts to make his way toward the party. "Beg and die quick. Or die slow." It sniffs again. "Humans?"
Erevan steps out from beside the building, looking up at the manticore he says "Great manticore, we hear you are in search of treasure. Perhaps we can assist. We are smaller than you and we are many, we can fit in places that you may not. Let us find the treasure you seek." Persuasion 20
Erevan draws his face into something that he hopes resembles a smile and bows before the manticore.
Tyrgram stepped around the corner to see what was happening. There were two things he noticed: a flying beast with the head of a human was diving towards them from up high and the Elven druid he had been travelling with was talking to it.
'You're not seriously negotiating with a monster, are you?' Tyrgram asked Erevan with a whispery voice. His hand reached up to touch the crystal butterfly around his neck. It shimmered for a moment before rime ice leaked out to cover Tyrgram's entire armour.
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Casting of 1st lvl Armor of Agathys
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
"Treasure. You know where treasure is?" The manticore moves closer but stay aloft. "Not human. What treasure do you know?"
"Well spotted on magnificent one. A human I am not. But with humans I talk. Treasure can be found many places. There is one such place some distance from here. A the walk to the south, maybe two cycles of the sun. If you were to let my companions leave this place we would gladly search out this treasure. For you. What says the wondrous manticore?" Erevan is all but blowing kisses at the manticore in hopes that his praise of the beast will earn them a safe passage out of this situation.
Deception 11
"Two? But nothing now? There is human." The manticore starts to circle the windmill, but keeps looking at Erevan. "What place do I not know with tresure? Humans there too?"
"Most humble apologies, no treasure now. No humans with treasure either. Small caves with no humans. Only dark creatures. We will take treasure from dark creatures and bring to you. ALL the treasure will be yours. In 5 cycles of the sun we will return with treasure" Erevan bows deeply with the last statement. He turns his head so slightly and whispers to Tyrgram "Go with me on this"
Tyrgram glanced at Erevan, then at the Manticore and then back at Erevan.
'I'm no fan of all this subterfuge.' He stated to the druid. 'But I don't think we're strong enough to slay this beast. So I'll follow your lead. For now.'
But Tyrgram did not let go of his axe nor did he take his eyes off of the monster.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
The creature pauses, as if it caught the change in days. Then starts circling again. "But no meat?" It gives a soft growl. "Hungry now. No meat?"
"We can get you food! Chom scrambles up on top of the wall, even as Horace pulls at his clothes in the opposite direction, trying to stop him. "Juicy steaks, a lovely side of ham, maybe some sausages and crispy bacon! Why, I'm getting hungry too just thinking about it!
The manticore looks at Chom. Eyes narrow, its head tilts to the side. "Meat? Where? How long?"
The gnome also tilts his head to the side, thinking hard. In contrast to the manticore, Chom's eyes widen like saucers. "Phandalin! They must have meat to feed a poor, hungry manticore! Let us go and get you some!"
He spies the woman peering out the window, and has an even better idea. "That woman in the windmill, I bet she knows someone in Phandalin that could provide you with a meal fit for a king! Or a lovely manticore such as yourself! Let us take her to town, and see what we can rustle up for you!"