Kulloda stands silent for a moment as he lets Centulia's words sink in. Finally he thinks he's got the sense of where Centulia is going.
"Just get decision made," Kulloda says with a nod. "Then Tempus move to Limbo."
He looks around the clearing at the other gods.
"Not matter which. Just get some to change vote so choice made. Some gods change vote if get them what they want. Stupid gods. Too may rules. Just use power and take what want. But rules, rules rules. Mortals get what they want make change vote. Okay. Kulloda understand."
Then in his own head he can hear a bard singing a song about him. Not one of the gladiator, beer drinking songs, but one of the heroic sagas.
"Maybe a start," he says.
He looks over to where Irovax and Bailyx stand. He points them out to Centulia.
"Their gods," Kulloda begins. "Do you think their gods can change vote?"
Then he looks around to see if Gash is nearby.
"Gash, use wizard smarts," Kulloda says. "How many gods need change vote?"
Centulia shakes her head. "Don't waste your breath on those two,"she says. Turning to Gash, she adds, "Talk toBrune, Abradala,andFerrault."
She points them out to the goblin, three angels standing around Tristan. Gash knows they will need more than that. About 5 need to be swayed in one direction or another. This could be a start, though.
Viviora leads Martin by the hand through the first clearing to the royal encampment. the Regent is sitting next to a sizable bonfire, speaking with several nobles and a couple of fey. Fairies and sprites buzz about, playing or spying or whatever they fancy. Beyond the royal tents is the temporary teleportation circle that the royal mages are maintaining for this event. It does require casting every time someone deigns to leave but it is still simpler than the process for teleporting people here.
Martin shows his royal credentials and the pair are delivered to the Mage Academy tower a few blocks from the library. They are in the Ancient Writings scrollstacks within 10 minutes of departing the forest. There is an entire section on The Traveler here and it is not as dusty as some other sections in this part of the library.
"Pilgrims call on this part of the library frequently," Viviora says as she pulls down select scrolls.
Martin is able to wander the scrollstacks while Viviora reads over the scrolls in the dim candlelight. It is only a few minutes later that he realizes it has grown brighter. Viviora is casting Light to make the reading easier. She mutters to herself as she pores over the ancient script.
"Okay," she says at length. "Pilgrims in search of The Traveler can call for his aid with a temporary shrine, but only the calls of the faithful are heeded. Unless we can locate a follower of The Traveler, I don't think that will work for us. This other option, though, might be a possibility. The Traveler is a collector of artifacts. He will come to those willing to trade...oh, wait. Divine artifacts. That is considerably more complicated. He seems to only trade for items imbued with celestial power, either blessed by a god or once possessed by a god. There are not many of those at all. They are the rarest of the rare."
She ponders for a moment. "Either we have to acquire one from a collector or museum or go on a treasure hunt to locate a lost item. Maybe locating a pilgrim to help us is the easier option after all."
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Kulloda looks over at the trio of Brune, Abradala, and Ferrault.
He then looks down for Gash.
"Gash," Kulloda begins. "That group vote for dragon before? So need make change vote for puny one. Kulloda not care which becomes god what about Gash? Gash care?"
Kulloda pauses for a moment after he asks the question. That was something new for him. Had he ever asked someone else's opinion before? These fey clearings were muddling his head. He always just did first and thought later. But maybe now he needed to think first and this little goblin was a thinker.
"If big quest, big danger, Kulloda not scared. Kulloda always survive. But this not just survive."
Kulloda couldn't believe what he was implying.
"Gash other friends maybe need come. Not help. Kulloda never need help in fight. But this different. Maybe need more," he pauses for a moment trying to find the words that would admit that he can't do everything. "Yes. Just more. Would Gash friends come if making small weasel Finnegan god?"
All this time, Llyr had remained in the sidelines, silent. But the silence of the Fair Folk seldom meant inaction. Even if he couldn’t hear the conversations per se, the Eladrin had caught most of what had transpired. The brooding one had rushed off, trailing the forgettable Elf to some other place. The Ambassador had tolerated the Queen’s guards interfering in the business of Immortals, but this addition had irked him somewhat. Still, it didn’t look like either would prove instrumental to this. Not any time soon.
The towering Orcish fellow had followed the tiny little Goblinoid out, and then returned. Neither held any presence of note — one far too blunt and the other far too meek — he’d bet good money that neither had the interest, or ability to sway. They too were, cursorily dismissed. The people behind them, however, those were another matter entirely. But it didn’t take a genius to assume where the Sprites’ godson had gone, and where the Rulers of this Kingdom, and the Devil that held the tusked one’s leash leaned.
No, no. The only real variables, here, were the Hairless one, and the Bard. The latter continued to see who he might influence, but had not seemed to make a decision… yet. The former, meanwhile, had had an interesting conversation with the Gnome. He — of course — hadn’t heard, and while things did not appear to go well, from the Gnome’s reactions, it was clear to him that there was a bond, there.
All of this information led to a singular, and very obvious conclusion. And he, was an agent of the Courts. So far, he’d been ignored by Angels and Devils and Mortals alike, but they’d forgotten three plain, but very, very key details. One, his kind would not care who went up there. Two, his kind loved a little Chaos.
And, perhaps most importantly, three. Nobody could set the stage like one of the Fair Folk. Nobody.
(In spoilers because these’re the character’s thoughts. Everyone is more than welcome to read them, I just figured I’d make it easier for those who didn’t want to.)
The bottle in the Eladrin’s hands was corked, and deftly returned to his Bag of Holding. With a lazy wave, Llyr bid goodbye to the Angelic Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and sauntered over to stand face to face with the Crimson Lizard.
“Good evening.”— the Bladesinger greeted, neither servile nor overbearing, as he sized up the dragon in human form — “How fares the path to Ascension, pray tell?” The corners of his lips upturned into a glorious, dastardly smile. Elf could probably have resisted the small joke, but why try? What would be the point in a Divine devoid of humour?
Still. None of the Angels or Devils were blind to what was transpiring here, between Mortals and them. They knew why he’d come. The question was, would they bite?
The woman with fiery red hair chuckled. Her chuckle rumbles in an unusually deep manner for bipeds. "Well, you know what they say about good intentions," she says with a wry smile. "In the end, it is not up to me. I can only present myself as I am and leave it to the gods to choose."
Gash thinks a moment with all the talk. "I think you're right, we need to become a united front here. Let's gather the rest..." Gash sees Dog and points him out to Kulloda,"Do you see that goliath over there, That's Dog, great warrior, great friend. Let's go talk to him."
Gash takes off toward Dog, "Dog, this is Kulloda. Where are we at on these negotiations? I've talked to The Crown and they said they don't really have a preference here. Centulia told us to talk to Brune, Abradala,andFerrault to change their votes. But we should really make sure we're getting something out of this, its about time the heavens thank us properly."
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‘So, you would have me sway the gods themselves to support the dragon, and the Traveler. A tempting offer to be sure.” Tristan strokes his short beard as he addresses the trio “But there is no guarantee I would be successful. Tell me, isn’t a quick decision and a move to Limbo in the best interests of your gods? What would it take for you to support the gnome?”
‘So, you would have me sway the gods themselves to support the dragon, and the Traveler. A tempting offer to be sure.” Tristan strokes his short beard as he addresses the trio “But there is no guarantee I would be successful. Tell me, isn’t a quick decision and a move to Limbo in the best interests of your gods? What would it take for you to support the gnome?”
Brune and Ferrault look at each other and Abradala's face stiffens for a moment but then relaxes. "You are correct," she says. "Speed is of the essence and we are open to any gods that have the support of their realms. So...we have discussed this possibility. We agree that each of our gods will grant a favor for completing a divine task for our god, be it supporting the mage for ascension or some other boon, so be it. For Mystra's part...well, she has long mourned the loss of the Monastery of the Arcana. It was pillaged and burned nearly 400 years ago. Find the funds to rebuild the structures on the lakes by Resnoy and convince Mystra's monks and clerics living on the southern isles souther of Alcion to staff it. Then Mystra will grant her boon."
Brune goes next, saying, "There was a people in the Kingdom of Harbach, long before Harbach and long, long before the current king. The Kukla tribe lived in the desert wastes that still persist today. They made bricks from clay and one forever anonymous inventor scribed the first letters. Those bricks are long dust but the writing, the first writing, still exists on a pair of clay tablets, deep in the salt caverns of the Harbach desert. Retrieve those tablets and you will have Deneir's boon."
"Would that we could retrieve the bricks of those ancient Kukla," Ferrault says. "But alas, it will be something almost as difficult. Gond fears the loss of an ancient craft by the Locathah of the southern sea. A small village far south of Poria has dedicated more than a thousand years to perfecting the creation of a durable fabric woven from treated seaweed. Learn this craft and teach it to the Triton people of the eastern sea. You will have Gond's boon."
Dog looks as if he's about to reply to Finnegan, when Gash arrives. He pauses, and holds up his finger to Finnegan -- "one sec"-ing the putative deity.
He gives Gash a look of "thank the gods" and follows him to talk to Kulloda and listening to Gash's introduction.
"I am nowhere on these negotiations. Finnegan and I... we're apparently square when it comes to life debts. Need to tell my parents they can do what they like. Didn't know they couldn't, before. As for the gods... well, I'm honestly ambivalent about what they do with this choice. Especially if the Regent has no preference. Have you talked to the dragon? If we decided that the dragon was less bad, would they really listen to us? I'm for whichever scenario yields less chaos for people who have to worry about dying of old age. Kulloda, it is good to meet you, even in such strange circumstances. You seem a straightforward chap. Are you here with any faction?"
"The moment Regent Duliani told me they don't really have a horse in the race... and maybe its influence from my new friend here... or maybe I grow pessimistic about the gods with time... but I can't parse why I should care."
Gash thinks about his words for a moment and looks around him.
"Do you two want to sneak off and get a drink at a tavern? I don't think our assistance is required anymore, is it?"
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Martin would like to consider anything he’s heard from his time amongst the nobility, and time with his old mentor about any of these divine possessions/artifacts. History - 2
He’d also like to go visit some temples to find what they might know about pilgrims of the Traveler.
investigation - 15
And failing those options, make an appointment speak to the Queen’s regent about what she might know - about either Traveler or artifacts Her late husband seemed like the type to take an interest in this sort of subject matter.
“They pave the road to where you’d like to go, yes?” Llyr chuckled back, the corners of his lips turning just a little further upwards, hinting further at the reason for his arrival. “And come, now.” — as was expected of someone in his position, the Bladesinger gracefully walked the line between familiarity and formality, being perhaps a little too at ease, at times, but mindful of notions such as personal space, and utilising his keen senses to know when he’d pushed too far — “I am no expert in Draconic culture, but I do find it a little hard to believe that someone who’s amassed wealth their entire lives will simply let the chips fall where they may.”
The Summer Eladrin — whose entire being laid perpetually suffused in light, even under the Moon — certainly looked the part, in this picturesque setting of Polymorphed Dragon and towering, metallic Solars. His eyes in particular — with their subtle but prideful, predatory glint — seemed to fit the environment just right.
The Ambasssador’s gaze shifted from the Dragon’s to meet a nearby Solar’s. ”Now. The Divine representatives may potentially have no need of what you’ve to offer... But.” — his eyes snapped back to meet Xa’lawea for just an instant, before his head turned slightly behind him, in the direction of the remaining party members, and then stood, staring straight on, clearly referring to himself — “They might not be the only ones at play.” Llyr’s grin deepened.
”So tell me.” The Eladrin paused, to savour the moment and enjoy the reactions of Dragon and Angels alike before leaning in close. “Just how far might a potential God of Adversity be willing go, to beat the odds? Hmm?” — the Fey’s tone was enticement itself: soft and deep, all but purring the words that emerged from his lips, drinking every second of it in, in unabashed bliss.
Kulloda nods and grunts a greeting at Dog, his least aggressive form of saying hello.
"You have parents," Kulloda says it as part question and part statement. His brow furrows a little and a low grumble escape his throat before he continues. "Still you carry self like warrior. And Dog. Dog good name. Good name for arenas."
"I am sword of Tempus," Kulloda answers in response to Dog's question about what faction he is with. "Always have master and Tempus and that one," he says with a nod at Centulia," are latest. No faction. Not care heavens or hells, gnomes or dragons. All treat mortals the same - horse, dog treated better. But if sway decision then Tempus happy. Tempus happy then Kulloda not be pet."
He pats Gash on the shoulder at the suggestion of a drink.
"Much drinking to do. Yes, much. But not finished."
Kulloda points at Tristan and the trio of Brune, Ferrault and Abradala.
"Do you know him?" he asks gesturing to Tristan. "Those three need influence. Need know what they want then get. Easy."
"The moment Regent Duliani told me they don't really have a horse in the race... and maybe its influence from my new friend here... or maybe I grow pessimistic about the gods with time... but I can't parse why I should care."
Gash thinks about his words for a moment and looks around him.
"Do you two want to sneak off and get a drink at a tavern? I don't think our assistance is required anymore, is it?"
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Gash, Kulloda, and Dog:
Typhorus, devil representing Talos, the god of storms, overhears Gash talking to Dog and Kulloda. "Because the gods are willing to bargain now, little goblin," he says. "And that means they are jockeying for positions. You are in a prime position to earn favors from the gods themselves if you can help sway the opposition. In fact, take this as Talos' word: Sway five gods to support Xa'lawea from their position of support for the gnome and you will have a boon from the god of storms."
“Ah, worthy endeavors to be sure for such a divine boon. I cannot commit our support or action at the present, but I thank you for the information. If you will excuse me, I must consult with the others. You have given us something to think upon for certain.” Tristan excuses himself with a deep bow.
As he glances across the clearing, he finds Dog talking with another one of the emissaries and the half-orc he noticed earlier, and moves that way to discuss the next move. What were you expecting, he thinks to himself with a wry smile. A favor, an agreement, a give and take, but not three quests, those tasks will not be easy or quick. Perhaps they will have better luck with the elemental gods. Weaving seaweed fabric, the songs they will sing of that adventure! He sighs as he strides across the glen.
He pulls aside Dog and the others and shares what he has learned, including the details of the quests. “The gods of magic and invention desire the Traveler’s return to the heavens and do not believe the gnome is worthy or powerful enough at the moment. But they are willing to change their votes to support the would be god of ambition upon the completion of three quests. I have not yet inquired to what it would take those supporting the gnome to support the dragon”here he points out Infernex, Apyronite, Zephylus“but I imagine it would be something along similar lines. So, it appears we have a chance to change the balance of the vote if we decide to put our thumbs on the scales. But should we, and if so, for which candidate?”
“They pave the road to where you’d like to go, yes?” Llyr chuckled back, the corners of his lips turning just a little further upwards, hinting further at the reason for his arrival. “And come, now.” — as was expected of someone in his position, the Bladesinger gracefully walked the line between familiarity and formality, being perhaps a little too at ease, at times, but mindful of notions such as personal space, and utilising his keen senses to know when he’d pushed too far — “I am no expert in Draconic culture, but I do find it a little hard to believe that someone who’s amassed wealth their entire lives will simply let the chips fall where they may.”
The Summer Eladrin — whose entire being laid perpetually suffused in light, even under the Moon — certainly looked the part, in this picturesque setting of Polymorphed Dragon and towering, metallic Solars. His eyes in particular — with their subtle but prideful, predatory glint — seemed to fit the environment just right.
The Ambasssador’s gaze shifted from the Dragon’s to meet a nearby Solar’s. ”Now. The Divine representatives may potentially have no need of what you’ve to offer... But.” — his eyes snapped back to meet Xa’lawea for just an instant, before his head turned slightly behind him, in the direction of the remaining party members, and then stood, staring straight on, clearly referring to himself — “They might not be the only ones at play.” Llyr’s grin deepened.
”So tell me.” The Eladrin paused, to savour the moment and enjoy the reactions of Dragon and Angels alike before leaning in close. “Just how far might a potential God of Adversity be willing go, to beat the odds? Hmm?” — the Fey’s tone was enticement itself: soft and deep, all but purring the words that emerged from his lips, drinking every second of it in, in unabashed bliss.
The dragon-as-a-lady nods, looking to the angels and a devil standing around her. "If you have sway," Xa'lawea says, "Then I would surely reward it. All I have to offer is material wealth, of which I can only name my heirs were I to ascend."
She glances again to the angels at her side. "The gods who support my nomination might have more to offer."
Kystra, angel of Tymora, the goddess of good fortune, nods. "Tymora will surely support any who can help others to support Xa'lawea. The boon of a god is no small thing."
Condolus, breaking from his discussion with Bailyx, shakes a finger towards Llyr. "Ilmater offers the same, elf. The dragon is his favored selection for the hells, if you can help sway the others."
“Ah, worthy endeavors to be sure for such a divine boon. I cannot commit our support or action at the present, but I thank you for the information. If you will excuse me, I must consult with the others. You have given us something to think upon for certain.” Tristan excuses himself with a deep bow.
As he glances across the clearing, he finds Dog talking with another one of the emissaries and the half-orc he noticed earlier, and moves that way to discuss the next move. What were you expecting, he thinks to himself with a wry smile. A favor, an agreement, a give and take, but not three quests, those tasks will not be easy or quick. Perhaps they will have better luck with the elemental gods. Weaving seaweed fabric, the songs they will sing of that adventure! He sighs as he strides across the glen.
He pulls aside Dog and the others and shares what he has learned, including the details of the quests. “The gods of magic and invention desire the Traveler’s return to the heavens and do not believe the gnome is worthy or powerful enough at the moment. But they are willing to change their votes to support the would be god of ambition upon the completion of three quests. I have not yet inquired to what it would take those supporting the gnome to support the dragon”here he points out Infernex, Apyronite, Zephylus“but I imagine it would be something along similar lines. So, it appears we have a chance to change the balance of the vote if we decide to put our thumbs on the scales. But should we, and if so, for which candidate?”
"Things are moving quickly," Apyronite says to Infernex.
The devil of fire nods. "It is good,"he says. "Yes, we would sway our choice to the dragon. Aumanator would do so for the return of Bastalon the Pitiless' Eternal Cold Flame. The magical flame was stolen from the hells themselves centuries past by the wood elves in north of Poria. Obtain this item for him and he will support the dragon."
He looks to Apyronite, who takes the cue. "Dumathoin wishes the return of a relic also. The dwarves of Jasperdown hold a trophy from an ancient war. It is the hammer of a fallen Duergar hero. Return the hammer to the Duergar people and the dragon will have Dumathoin's vote."
The devil looks to Zephylus, who says, "Fustian of the Cutting Wind is a djinni imprisoned in the fountain in the courtyard of the Queen of the Drow in the wildlands of the Eastern Tribes. Free him and you shall have the boon of Shaundakul."
Kulloda listens for a moment but then soon starts laughing.
"Gods live long time, but short attention," Kulloda says once he stops laughing. "How else all lose something? If valuable mortal pay attention. No mortal would ever lose magic flame."
He looks at Tristan, eyeing him head to toe and then nods as he notices how he holds his body and hands. This one can fight too, Kulloda thinks to himself.
"Did other ones tell similar stories?" Kulloda asks, gesturing at Brune, Ferrault and Abradala at the same time. "Seems have choice."
His eyes settle on Finnegan for a moment then nods to himself again.
"Or just kill gnome. Then only one choice."
Then he waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"Quest to make dragon god, quest to make gnome god, or just kill gnome. All same to Kulloda," he says. "But no more talk. Act. What say Gash? What way smart thinking?"
Kulloda nods and grunts a greeting at Dog, his least aggressive form of saying hello.
"You have parents," Kulloda says it as part question and part statement. His brow furrows a little and a low grumble escape his throat before he continues. "Still you carry self like warrior. And Dog. Dog good name. Good name for arenas."
"I am sword of Tempus," Kulloda answers in response to Dog's question about what faction he is with. "Always have master and Tempus and that one," he says with a nod at Centulia," are latest. No faction. Not care heavens or hells, gnomes or dragons. All treat mortals the same - horse, dog treated better. But if sway decision then Tempus happy. Tempus happy then Kulloda not be pet."
He pats Gash on the shoulder at the suggestion of a drink.
"Much drinking to do. Yes, much. But not finished."
Kulloda points at Tristan and the trio of Brune, Ferrault and Abradala.
"Do you know him?" he asks gesturing to Tristan. "Those three need influence. Need know what they want then get. Easy."
"I suppose you're right... no I don't know them. perhaps we introduce ourselves?"
"The moment Regent Duliani told me they don't really have a horse in the race... and maybe its influence from my new friend here... or maybe I grow pessimistic about the gods with time... but I can't parse why I should care."
Gash thinks about his words for a moment and looks around him.
"Do you two want to sneak off and get a drink at a tavern? I don't think our assistance is required anymore, is it?"
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Typhorus, devil representing Talos, the god of storms, overhears Gash talking to Dog and Kulloda. "Because the gods are willing to bargain now, little goblin," he says. "And that means they are jockeying for positions. You are in a prime position to earn favors from the gods themselves if you can help sway the opposition. In fact, take this as Talos' word: Sway five gods to support Xa'lawea from their position of support for the gnome and you will have a boon from the god of storms."
Gash walks up to Typhorus now with all the confidence he's always been missing. Feeling now the true heft of the situation and just how much power he could have in the situation.
"Well then God of Storms, what boon would you bestow upon us should we sway favor? If you want us to work, you can't be vague. You lay it all out on the table and then maybe we can get something done for you. And surely, some of your friends can come together... bring us an offer and we will see if it works for us."
Kulloda listens for a moment but then soon starts laughing.
"Gods live long time, but short attention," Kulloda says once he stops laughing. "How else all lose something? If valuable mortal pay attention. No mortal would ever lose magic flame."
He looks at Tristan, eyeing him head to toe and then nods as he notices how he holds his body and hands. This one can fight too, Kulloda thinks to himself.
"Did other ones tell similar stories?" Kulloda asks, gesturing at Brune, Ferrault and Abradala at the same time. "Seems have choice."
His eyes settle on Finnegan for a moment then nods to himself again.
"Or just kill gnome. Then only one choice."
Then he waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"Quest to make dragon god, quest to make gnome god, or just kill gnome. All same to Kulloda," he says. "But no more talk. Act. What say Gash? What way smart thinking?"
"I think that is something that will bring forth major ramifications. The likes of which I wouldn't dare entertain." Gash then reaches to his pouch and pulls out a copper wire and whispers into it casting message to Kulloda "Act like you don't hear this, This could be a last resort. If we can do it cleanly and without suspicion. We shouldn't talk more about it until we are alone."
Kulloda stands silent for a moment as he lets Centulia's words sink in. Finally he thinks he's got the sense of where Centulia is going.
"Just get decision made," Kulloda says with a nod. "Then Tempus move to Limbo."
He looks around the clearing at the other gods.
"Not matter which. Just get some to change vote so choice made. Some gods change vote if get them what they want. Stupid gods. Too may rules. Just use power and take what want. But rules, rules rules. Mortals get what they want make change vote. Okay. Kulloda understand."
Then in his own head he can hear a bard singing a song about him. Not one of the gladiator, beer drinking songs, but one of the heroic sagas.
"Maybe a start," he says.
He looks over to where Irovax and Bailyx stand. He points them out to Centulia.
"Their gods," Kulloda begins. "Do you think their gods can change vote?"
Then he looks around to see if Gash is nearby.
"Gash, use wizard smarts," Kulloda says. "How many gods need change vote?"
Kulloda and Gash:
Centulia shakes her head. "Don't waste your breath on those two," she says. Turning to Gash, she adds, "Talk to Brune, Abradala, and Ferrault."
She points them out to the goblin, three angels standing around Tristan. Gash knows they will need more than that. About 5 need to be swayed in one direction or another. This could be a start, though.
Martin:
Viviora leads Martin by the hand through the first clearing to the royal encampment. the Regent is sitting next to a sizable bonfire, speaking with several nobles and a couple of fey. Fairies and sprites buzz about, playing or spying or whatever they fancy. Beyond the royal tents is the temporary teleportation circle that the royal mages are maintaining for this event. It does require casting every time someone deigns to leave but it is still simpler than the process for teleporting people here.
Martin shows his royal credentials and the pair are delivered to the Mage Academy tower a few blocks from the library. They are in the Ancient Writings scrollstacks within 10 minutes of departing the forest. There is an entire section on The Traveler here and it is not as dusty as some other sections in this part of the library.
"Pilgrims call on this part of the library frequently," Viviora says as she pulls down select scrolls.
Martin is able to wander the scrollstacks while Viviora reads over the scrolls in the dim candlelight. It is only a few minutes later that he realizes it has grown brighter. Viviora is casting Light to make the reading easier. She mutters to herself as she pores over the ancient script.
"Okay," she says at length. "Pilgrims in search of The Traveler can call for his aid with a temporary shrine, but only the calls of the faithful are heeded. Unless we can locate a follower of The Traveler, I don't think that will work for us. This other option, though, might be a possibility. The Traveler is a collector of artifacts. He will come to those willing to trade...oh, wait. Divine artifacts. That is considerably more complicated. He seems to only trade for items imbued with celestial power, either blessed by a god or once possessed by a god. There are not many of those at all. They are the rarest of the rare."
She ponders for a moment. "Either we have to acquire one from a collector or museum or go on a treasure hunt to locate a lost item. Maybe locating a pilgrim to help us is the easier option after all."
If you need a help remembering any possibilities encountered in the plot, just ask in chat! There are at least three that have been mentioned along the way, plus a history or arcana check may reveal some more ideas. An investigation check will also reveal some suspicions that may unlock even more options...
Kulloda looks over at the trio of Brune, Abradala, and Ferrault.
He then looks down for Gash.
"Gash," Kulloda begins. "That group vote for dragon before? So need make change vote for puny one. Kulloda not care which becomes god what about Gash? Gash care?"
Kulloda pauses for a moment after he asks the question. That was something new for him. Had he ever asked someone else's opinion before? These fey clearings were muddling his head. He always just did first and thought later. But maybe now he needed to think first and this little goblin was a thinker.
"If big quest, big danger, Kulloda not scared. Kulloda always survive. But this not just survive."
Kulloda couldn't believe what he was implying.
"Gash other friends maybe need come. Not help. Kulloda never need help in fight. But this different. Maybe need more," he pauses for a moment trying to find the words that would admit that he can't do everything. "Yes. Just more. Would Gash friends come if making small weasel Finnegan god?"
All this time, Llyr had remained in the sidelines, silent. But the silence of the Fair Folk seldom meant inaction. Even if he couldn’t hear the conversations per se, the Eladrin had caught most of what had transpired. The brooding one had rushed off, trailing the forgettable Elf to some other place. The Ambassador had tolerated the Queen’s guards interfering in the business of Immortals, but this addition had irked him somewhat. Still, it didn’t look like either would prove instrumental to this. Not any time soon.
The towering Orcish fellow had followed the tiny little Goblinoid out, and then returned. Neither held any presence of note — one far too blunt and the other far too meek — he’d bet good money that neither had the interest, or ability to sway. They too were, cursorily dismissed. The people behind them, however, those were another matter entirely. But it didn’t take a genius to assume where the Sprites’ godson had gone, and where the Rulers of this Kingdom, and the Devil that held the tusked one’s leash leaned.
No, no. The only real variables, here, were the Hairless one, and the Bard. The latter continued to see who he might influence, but had not seemed to make a decision… yet. The former, meanwhile, had had an interesting conversation with the Gnome. He — of course — hadn’t heard, and while things did not appear to go well, from the Gnome’s reactions, it was clear to him that there was a bond, there.
All of this information led to a singular, and very obvious conclusion. And he, was an agent of the Courts. So far, he’d been ignored by Angels and Devils and Mortals alike, but they’d forgotten three plain, but very, very key details. One, his kind would not care who went up there. Two, his kind loved a little Chaos.
And, perhaps most importantly, three. Nobody could set the stage like one of the Fair Folk. Nobody.
(In spoilers because these’re the character’s thoughts. Everyone is more than welcome to read them, I just figured I’d make it easier for those who didn’t want to.)
The bottle in the Eladrin’s hands was corked, and deftly returned to his Bag of Holding. With a lazy wave, Llyr bid goodbye to the Angelic Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and sauntered over to stand face to face with the Crimson Lizard.
“Good evening.” — the Bladesinger greeted, neither servile nor overbearing, as he sized up the dragon in human form — “How fares the path to Ascension, pray tell?” The corners of his lips upturned into a glorious, dastardly smile. Elf could probably have resisted the small joke, but why try? What would be the point in a Divine devoid of humour?
Still. None of the Angels or Devils were blind to what was transpiring here, between Mortals and them. They knew why he’d come. The question was, would they bite?
Llyr:
The woman with fiery red hair chuckled. Her chuckle rumbles in an unusually deep manner for bipeds. "Well, you know what they say about good intentions," she says with a wry smile. "In the end, it is not up to me. I can only present myself as I am and leave it to the gods to choose."
Gash thinks a moment with all the talk. "I think you're right, we need to become a united front here. Let's gather the rest..." Gash sees Dog and points him out to Kulloda, "Do you see that goliath over there, That's Dog, great warrior, great friend. Let's go talk to him."
Gash takes off toward Dog, "Dog, this is Kulloda. Where are we at on these negotiations? I've talked to The Crown and they said they don't really have a preference here. Centulia told us to talk to Brune, Abradala, and Ferrault to change their votes. But we should really make sure we're getting something out of this, its about time the heavens thank us properly."
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‘So, you would have me sway the gods themselves to support the dragon, and the Traveler. A tempting offer to be sure.” Tristan strokes his short beard as he addresses the trio “But there is no guarantee I would be successful. Tell me, isn’t a quick decision and a move to Limbo in the best interests of your gods? What would it take for you to support the gnome?”
Brune and Ferrault look at each other and Abradala's face stiffens for a moment but then relaxes. "You are correct," she says. "Speed is of the essence and we are open to any gods that have the support of their realms. So...we have discussed this possibility. We agree that each of our gods will grant a favor for completing a divine task for our god, be it supporting the mage for ascension or some other boon, so be it. For Mystra's part...well, she has long mourned the loss of the Monastery of the Arcana. It was pillaged and burned nearly 400 years ago. Find the funds to rebuild the structures on the lakes by Resnoy and convince Mystra's monks and clerics living on the southern isles souther of Alcion to staff it. Then Mystra will grant her boon."
Brune goes next, saying, "There was a people in the Kingdom of Harbach, long before Harbach and long, long before the current king. The Kukla tribe lived in the desert wastes that still persist today. They made bricks from clay and one forever anonymous inventor scribed the first letters. Those bricks are long dust but the writing, the first writing, still exists on a pair of clay tablets, deep in the salt caverns of the Harbach desert. Retrieve those tablets and you will have Deneir's boon."
"Would that we could retrieve the bricks of those ancient Kukla," Ferrault says. "But alas, it will be something almost as difficult. Gond fears the loss of an ancient craft by the Locathah of the southern sea. A small village far south of Poria has dedicated more than a thousand years to perfecting the creation of a durable fabric woven from treated seaweed. Learn this craft and teach it to the Triton people of the eastern sea. You will have Gond's boon."
Dog looks as if he's about to reply to Finnegan, when Gash arrives. He pauses, and holds up his finger to Finnegan -- "one sec"-ing the putative deity.
He gives Gash a look of "thank the gods" and follows him to talk to Kulloda and listening to Gash's introduction.
"I am nowhere on these negotiations. Finnegan and I... we're apparently square when it comes to life debts. Need to tell my parents they can do what they like. Didn't know they couldn't, before. As for the gods... well, I'm honestly ambivalent about what they do with this choice. Especially if the Regent has no preference. Have you talked to the dragon? If we decided that the dragon was less bad, would they really listen to us? I'm for whichever scenario yields less chaos for people who have to worry about dying of old age. Kulloda, it is good to meet you, even in such strange circumstances. You seem a straightforward chap. Are you here with any faction?"
"The moment Regent Duliani told me they don't really have a horse in the race... and maybe its influence from my new friend here... or maybe I grow pessimistic about the gods with time... but I can't parse why I should care."
Gash thinks about his words for a moment and looks around him.
"Do you two want to sneak off and get a drink at a tavern? I don't think our assistance is required anymore, is it?"
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Martin would like to consider anything he’s heard from his time amongst the nobility, and time with his old mentor about any of these divine possessions/artifacts.
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He’d also like to go visit some temples to find what they might know about pilgrims of the Traveler.
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And failing those options, make an appointment speak to the Queen’s regent about what she might know - about either Traveler or artifacts Her late husband seemed like the type to take an interest in this sort of subject matter.
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“They pave the road to where you’d like to go, yes?” Llyr chuckled back, the corners of his lips turning just a little further upwards, hinting further at the reason for his arrival. “And come, now.” — as was expected of someone in his position, the Bladesinger gracefully walked the line between familiarity and formality, being perhaps a little too at ease, at times, but mindful of notions such as personal space, and utilising his keen senses to know when he’d pushed too far — “I am no expert in Draconic culture, but I do find it a little hard to believe that someone who’s amassed wealth their entire lives will simply let the chips fall where they may.”
The Summer Eladrin — whose entire being laid perpetually suffused in light, even under the Moon — certainly looked the part, in this picturesque setting of Polymorphed Dragon and towering, metallic Solars. His eyes in particular — with their subtle but prideful, predatory glint — seemed to fit the environment just right.
The Ambasssador’s gaze shifted from the Dragon’s to meet a nearby Solar’s. ”Now. The Divine representatives may potentially have no need of what you’ve to offer... But.” — his eyes snapped back to meet Xa’lawea for just an instant, before his head turned slightly behind him, in the direction of the remaining party members, and then stood, staring straight on, clearly referring to himself — “They might not be the only ones at play.” Llyr’s grin deepened.
”So tell me.” The Eladrin paused, to savour the moment and enjoy the reactions of Dragon and Angels alike before leaning in close. “Just how far might a potential God of Adversity be willing go, to beat the odds? Hmm?” — the Fey’s tone was enticement itself: soft and deep, all but purring the words that emerged from his lips, drinking every second of it in, in unabashed bliss.
Kulloda nods and grunts a greeting at Dog, his least aggressive form of saying hello.
"You have parents," Kulloda says it as part question and part statement. His brow furrows a little and a low grumble escape his throat before he continues. "Still you carry self like warrior. And Dog. Dog good name. Good name for arenas."
"I am sword of Tempus," Kulloda answers in response to Dog's question about what faction he is with. "Always have master and Tempus and that one," he says with a nod at Centulia," are latest. No faction. Not care heavens or hells, gnomes or dragons. All treat mortals the same - horse, dog treated better. But if sway decision then Tempus happy. Tempus happy then Kulloda not be pet."
He pats Gash on the shoulder at the suggestion of a drink.
"Much drinking to do. Yes, much. But not finished."
Kulloda points at Tristan and the trio of Brune, Ferrault and Abradala.
"Do you know him?" he asks gesturing to Tristan. "Those three need influence. Need know what they want then get. Easy."
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Typhorus, devil representing Talos, the god of storms, overhears Gash talking to Dog and Kulloda. "Because the gods are willing to bargain now, little goblin," he says. "And that means they are jockeying for positions. You are in a prime position to earn favors from the gods themselves if you can help sway the opposition. In fact, take this as Talos' word: Sway five gods to support Xa'lawea from their position of support for the gnome and you will have a boon from the god of storms."
“Ah, worthy endeavors to be sure for such a divine boon. I cannot commit our support or action at the present, but I thank you for the information. If you will excuse me, I must consult with the others. You have given us something to think upon for certain.” Tristan excuses himself with a deep bow.
As he glances across the clearing, he finds Dog talking with another one of the emissaries and the half-orc he noticed earlier, and moves that way to discuss the next move. What were you expecting, he thinks to himself with a wry smile. A favor, an agreement, a give and take, but not three quests, those tasks will not be easy or quick. Perhaps they will have better luck with the elemental gods. Weaving seaweed fabric, the songs they will sing of that adventure! He sighs as he strides across the glen.
He pulls aside Dog and the others and shares what he has learned, including the details of the quests. “The gods of magic and invention desire the Traveler’s return to the heavens and do not believe the gnome is worthy or powerful enough at the moment. But they are willing to change their votes to support the would be god of ambition upon the completion of three quests. I have not yet inquired to what it would take those supporting the gnome to support the dragon” here he points out Infernex, Apyronite, Zephylus “but I imagine it would be something along similar lines. So, it appears we have a chance to change the balance of the vote if we decide to put our thumbs on the scales. But should we, and if so, for which candidate?”
The dragon-as-a-lady nods, looking to the angels and a devil standing around her. "If you have sway," Xa'lawea says, "Then I would surely reward it. All I have to offer is material wealth, of which I can only name my heirs were I to ascend."
She glances again to the angels at her side. "The gods who support my nomination might have more to offer."
Kystra, angel of Tymora, the goddess of good fortune, nods. "Tymora will surely support any who can help others to support Xa'lawea. The boon of a god is no small thing."
Condolus, breaking from his discussion with Bailyx, shakes a finger towards Llyr. "Ilmater offers the same, elf. The dragon is his favored selection for the hells, if you can help sway the others."
"Things are moving quickly," Apyronite says to Infernex.
The devil of fire nods. "It is good," he says. "Yes, we would sway our choice to the dragon. Aumanator would do so for the return of Bastalon the Pitiless' Eternal Cold Flame. The magical flame was stolen from the hells themselves centuries past by the wood elves in north of Poria. Obtain this item for him and he will support the dragon."
He looks to Apyronite, who takes the cue. "Dumathoin wishes the return of a relic also. The dwarves of Jasperdown hold a trophy from an ancient war. It is the hammer of a fallen Duergar hero. Return the hammer to the Duergar people and the dragon will have Dumathoin's vote."
The devil looks to Zephylus, who says, "Fustian of the Cutting Wind is a djinni imprisoned in the fountain in the courtyard of the Queen of the Drow in the wildlands of the Eastern Tribes. Free him and you shall have the boon of Shaundakul."
Kulloda listens for a moment but then soon starts laughing.
"Gods live long time, but short attention," Kulloda says once he stops laughing. "How else all lose something? If valuable mortal pay attention. No mortal would ever lose magic flame."
He looks at Tristan, eyeing him head to toe and then nods as he notices how he holds his body and hands. This one can fight too, Kulloda thinks to himself.
"Did other ones tell similar stories?" Kulloda asks, gesturing at Brune, Ferrault and Abradala at the same time. "Seems have choice."
His eyes settle on Finnegan for a moment then nods to himself again.
"Or just kill gnome. Then only one choice."
Then he waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"Quest to make dragon god, quest to make gnome god, or just kill gnome. All same to Kulloda," he says. "But no more talk. Act. What say Gash? What way smart thinking?"
"I suppose you're right... no I don't know them. perhaps we introduce ourselves?"
Gash walks up to Typhorus now with all the confidence he's always been missing. Feeling now the true heft of the situation and just how much power he could have in the situation.
"Well then God of Storms, what boon would you bestow upon us should we sway favor? If you want us to work, you can't be vague. You lay it all out on the table and then maybe we can get something done for you. And surely, some of your friends can come together... bring us an offer and we will see if it works for us."
"I think that is something that will bring forth major ramifications. The likes of which I wouldn't dare entertain." Gash then reaches to his pouch and pulls out a copper wire and whispers into it casting message to Kulloda "Act like you don't hear this, This could be a last resort. If we can do it cleanly and without suspicion. We shouldn't talk more about it until we are alone."
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