(OOC: It's a bit hectic, but all in all I think it's going fine and have no intention of dropping.)
Ai'ryn lets out a breath as he watches the beast fall. His eyes scan the crowd, looking for where he may be most useful in cleaning up the wreckage. As he begins to move towards the front of the room, he stops short as he sees the illithid reveal its true, wretched self. Emotions take over as he recalls his people's past, the pain and suffering the Gith have suffered at the hands of these loathsome creatures. Regaining his composure, Ai'ryn begins to briskly walk again, instinctively beginning to cast. He places his thumbs together, and just as he is about to complete the incantation stops. Looking around, he realizes the devastation he was about to cause, and also remembers the purpose of his task. Shaking his head, he glares at Thurk then moves to help clean up any pools of acid that may be lying around.
Every time you look at Thurk, his gaze shifts away. Guilt is not a thing that you believe his kind to be capable of, and as such his meloncholy attitude strikes you as odd. You wonder what he is doing away from his hive. A spy, perhaps? Or perhaps he is an outcast, you know the squidlike creatures take their occult rituals seriously, and have been known to execute or expell those who do not conform to the hive brain's wishes. Regardless, you know you must make your way back to your commander's ship and report your findings as soon as possible.
Righteousness is more focused on the civilians and stabilizing them, but tells Thurk, in infernal, "I understand your plight well, comrade. Many like us are hated even when we fight against our makers...."
Thurk quietly sighs in agreement, and accepts a clean rag from you with which to clean his venom soaked face. He starts to lose his balance a bit and turns to one side to vomit. He looks at the potions handed to him by Mool, shrugs, and pours both of them into his tentacled mouth. He thanks you for the rag quietly, and moves to retrieve his axe.
The revealing of a Mind Flayer was a bit of a surprise, but after meeting Tlak-Shik he was becoming a bit normalized by the abnormal. He smiles and nods to the tentacle faced companion but then regards the fallen reverently. Good innocent people had fallen for nonsense. "Why would a Major demon send a minion here?" Elric says, questioning no one in particular. He then shakes his head with a deep inward breath and begins to help with the grim task of removing the bodies and gore form the area. Intending to help in any way until he is told otherwise or engaged by another.
as you begin to move the 3 fallen adventures with the help of a few citizens, you notice that each of them has a mark on several parts of their armor and weapons.
Roll a history check to see if you recognize the symbol...
Tlik-Shik mind speaks to Thurk You look better with your own face, a brave one at that. No fear, much honor He looks around at the expressions on the various folk, "Champion being stands with you against things evil; thankful is called for." He turns is glittering compound eye to Thurk, "Fighting to right yours much honor gives."
When all the hubbub dies down, Tlak-Shik will ask about to see if he can find some half-plate.
The revealing of a Mind Flayer was a bit of a surprise, but after meeting Tlak-Shik he was becoming a bit normalized by the abnormal. He smiles and nods to the tentacle faced companion but then regards the fallen reverently. Good innocent people had fallen for nonsense. "Why would a Major demon send a minion here?" Elric says, questioning no one in particular. He then shakes his head with a deep inward breath and begins to help with the grim task of removing the bodies and gore form the area. Intending to help in any way until he is told otherwise or engaged by another.
as you begin to move the 3 fallen adventures with the help of a few citizens, you notice that each of them has a mark on several parts of their armor and weapons.
Roll a history check to see if you recognize the symbol...
History roll 19
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Drow enthusiast Lover of lore and magic. -The White Crow-
I am very impressed at your skill at handling a party this large. I’ve never seen anything like it, so you’re setting a high bar for someone in the future to be measured against. I know I wouldn’t be able to manage it. I am quite enjoying myself, have no intention of (voluntarily) leaving, and am looking forward to more adventures/reveals. I have even been even trying to read between the lines to predict upcoming reveals/puns/dad jokes. I have an OOC working theory about Mib, but we’ll see. Ok, back to character ...
Nivlen, while stunned at the appearance of a mindflayer, has a few other concerns cross his mind.
1. Can the downed citizens be stabilized, if so he will be looking for Mool and team to be rushing to their aid.
2. Nivlen has a healing kit and will assist with stabilizing the fallen, if needed. Otherwise ...
3. How did the troll make it this far into the city? Is there a trail of destruction/death that spans back to the North Gate? Were guards lost?
Mool stands in the doorway, shocked by the sight of the dead troll. Behind him, the citizens that made it inside the temple are milling about, tending to minor wounds and peeking out the door into the courtyard. There doesn't seem to be a huge number of wounded citizens, but as Mool had excused the temple staff to attend the festival, many of the clerics are elsewhere in the city(there are many festival events spread throughout Androll)
At the sight of Thurk, the blood fades from his face. He does not say anything, but keeps a wide berth between himself and the illithid as he checks on the people in the courtyard. After he offers prayers over the last few injured civilians, he slowly walks to the barbarian. He reaches into his robes, and pulls out two small vials of red liquid and hands them to the Barbarian, locking eyes with him. After a moment that seems to take an eternity, he turns away and walks back toward the temple door. You can't quite be sure, but you think you may have noticed him shudder a bit, whether in disgust or anger you can not quite discern.
Thurk stands in the center of the courtyard, shoulders slumped in a defeated posture. You look around the courtyard, wondering how the troll got there in the first place...
While Righteousness is healing the wounded, he remembered the librarian from earlier and looks around to see if she is still present. 4
the librarian is standing at the pillar closest to the dead troll. You peer over her hand to see she is drawing an incredibly detailed image of the troll. On the opposite pages are hastily scrawled notes about the creature, including a detailed description of its attacks and use of weaponized self destruction.
"Incredible creature, don't you think?", she says matter of factly, looking over her spectacles. " I don't think I caught your name before when you came into the library. Mine's Glenna. She juts a hand out toward you and awaits a handshake expectantly.
Well blow me down! I thought I was going to be the least pretty one in this group but you've taken that one from me too! On my ship it matters not where ye come from only that we heave to in the same direction!" Jhoni taps Thurk companionably on the shoulder Now who else needs a drink?
you can't tell for sure, but you think you may have seen a bit of what could be considered a small grin at the mention of a drink come from the tentacle covered mouth.
While Righteousness is healing the wounded, he remembered the librarian from earlier and looks around to see if she is still present. 4
the librarian is standing at the pillar closest to the dead troll. You peer over her hand to see she is drawing an incredibly detailed image of the troll. On the opposite pages are hastily scrawled notes about the creature, including a detailed description of its attacks and use of weaponized self destruction.
"Incredible creature, don't you think?", she says matter of factly, looking over her spectacles. " I don't think I caught your name before when you came into the library. Mine's Glenna. She juts a hand out toward you and awaits a handshake expectantly.
"Righteousness; yes, that is my name." he spoke, somewhat exhausted mentally from the whole affair; "Curator Glenna, that tome you gave me, do you recall who had last borrowed it or read it last?"
((OOC: I'm digging this game. I think at the start just because we had different parties it was confusing but now that everyone is on the same page, should be better. Maybe if we split up again, we can change the text color or something so can just zero in on which thread is yours. It's not the usual to have a party this big and I'm happy to be a part of it))
Elelyel's jaw drops open as the Illthid reveals himself. She knows only the few tales she's heard. But those tales say they don't like to get their own hands dirty and make others do the work. She walks over to Thurk and looks him up and down. "You fought with us, without hesitation. That I can respect. You are alone, when I have heard that is near death for your kind. Why, and how? Be you shunned? Hunted?"
Thurk looks up at your question, snatching a quick sidelong glance at the nearby gith.
"Perhaps it is both. My species is not known for it's compassion. When I was ceromorphed, my host was a human prisoner from the north villages. When I hatched, my benefactors were disgusted at my grotesque physique and my inability to comprehend certain rituals in thier culture. I was born with what you humans call empathy, and it quickly made me realize I could not bring myself to harm an innocent creature for entertainment, as is often done for the hive brain's amusement. I was treated as a common slave, although I was housed separately from the rest. I wish I hadn't been, perhaps i could have freed them when I made my escape. I took something from the hive when I left, something they hold sacred, and I fear they have been hunting me ever since. I survived by myself for quite some time in the wild until my (he searches for the correct word in common) Psi-on-ic abilities manifested. I found that with a simple change to the perception of those nearby, I could make them see that which they chose to see. I studied with the other warriors, and learned how they could channel their rage to make them more effective champions for the force of good. I truly am sorry for the deception, but is the only way I know i can keep those around me from harm...perhaps your captain might need another crew member? I would venture i am no longer welcome here in town, at least not when word of my form travels outside of these walls."
I am very impressed at your skill at handling a party this large. I’ve never seen anything like it, so you’re setting a high bar for someone in the future to be measured against. I know I wouldn’t be able to manage it. I am quite enjoying myself, have no intention of (voluntarily) leaving, and am looking forward to more adventures/reveals. I have even been even trying to read between the lines to predict upcoming reveals/puns/dad jokes. I have an OOC working theory about Mib, but we’ll see. Ok, back to character ...
Nivlen, while stunned at the appearance of a mindflayer, has a few other concerns cross his mind.
1. Can the downed citizens be stabilized, if so he will be looking for Mool and team to be rushing to their aid.
2. Nivlen has a healing kit and will assist with stabilizing the fallen, if needed. Otherwise ...
3. How did the troll make it this far into the city? Is there a trail of destruction/death that spans back to the North Gate? Were guards lost?
Mool stands in the doorway, shocked by the sight of the dead troll. Behind him, the citizens that made it inside the temple are milling about, tending to minor wounds and peeking out the door into the courtyard. There doesn't seem to be a huge number of wounded citizens, but as Mool had excused the temple staff to attend the festival, many of the clerics are elsewhere in the city(there are many festival events spread throughout Androll)
At the sight of Thurk, the blood fades from his face. He does not say anything, but keeps a wide berth between himself and the illithid as he checks on the people in the courtyard. After he offers prayers over the last few injured civilians, he slowly walks to the barbarian. He reaches into his robes, and pulls out two small vials of red liquid and hands them to the Barbarian, locking eyes with him. After a moment that seems to take an eternity, he turns away and walks back toward the temple door. You can't quite be sure, but you think you may have noticed him shudder a bit, whether in disgust or anger you can not quite discern.
Thurk stands in the center of the courtyard, shoulders slumped in a defeated posture. You look around the courtyard, wondering how the troll got there in the first place...
Roll an investigation check to see what you find.
Presuming advantage, Investigation: 13
You notice an area near the troll where it looks as though the beast had landed hard and skidded to a stop, as though he had been thrown or dropped from some great distance. Upon questioning witnesses, the confirm that the troll came from above, as though it had been thrown over the great walls of the courtyard. Outside the courtyard, you can hear more shouts and screams in the distance, and as a knot ties itself in your stomach, you realize that the troll may not be the only threat in the city.
both of you recognize the symbol as a marker denoting the wearer as an initiate of the Knights of the Silver Hand, a group dedicated to abolishing evil throughout the realms.
While Righteousness is healing the wounded, he remembered the librarian from earlier and looks around to see if she is still present. 4
the librarian is standing at the pillar closest to the dead troll. You peer over her hand to see she is drawing an incredibly detailed image of the troll. On the opposite pages are hastily scrawled notes about the creature, including a detailed description of its attacks and use of weaponized self destruction.
"Incredible creature, don't you think?", she says matter of factly, looking over her spectacles. " I don't think I caught your name before when you came into the library. Mine's Glenna. She juts a hand out toward you and awaits a handshake expectantly.
"Righteousness; yes, that is my name." he spoke, somewhat exhausted mentally from the whole affair; "Curator Glenna, that tome you gave me, do you recall who had last borrowed it or read it last?"
" I'd have to check my records, but I remember it was something like, Mallarard, Millarfud, something like that." She says.
I am very impressed at your skill at handling a party this large. I’ve never seen anything like it, so you’re setting a high bar for someone in the future to be measured against. I know I wouldn’t be able to manage it. I am quite enjoying myself, have no intention of (voluntarily) leaving, and am looking forward to more adventures/reveals. I have even been even trying to read between the lines to predict upcoming reveals/puns/dad jokes. I have an OOC working theory about Mib, but we’ll see. Ok, back to character ...
Nivlen, while stunned at the appearance of a mindflayer, has a few other concerns cross his mind.
1. Can the downed citizens be stabilized, if so he will be looking for Mool and team to be rushing to their aid.
2. Nivlen has a healing kit and will assist with stabilizing the fallen, if needed. Otherwise ...
3. How did the troll make it this far into the city? Is there a trail of destruction/death that spans back to the North Gate? Were guards lost?
Mool stands in the doorway, shocked by the sight of the dead troll. Behind him, the citizens that made it inside the temple are milling about, tending to minor wounds and peeking out the door into the courtyard. There doesn't seem to be a huge number of wounded citizens, but as Mool had excused the temple staff to attend the festival, many of the clerics are elsewhere in the city(there are many festival events spread throughout Androll)
At the sight of Thurk, the blood fades from his face. He does not say anything, but keeps a wide berth between himself and the illithid as he checks on the people in the courtyard. After he offers prayers over the last few injured civilians, he slowly walks to the barbarian. He reaches into his robes, and pulls out two small vials of red liquid and hands them to the Barbarian, locking eyes with him. After a moment that seems to take an eternity, he turns away and walks back toward the temple door. You can't quite be sure, but you think you may have noticed him shudder a bit, whether in disgust or anger you can not quite discern.
Thurk stands in the center of the courtyard, shoulders slumped in a defeated posture. You look around the courtyard, wondering how the troll got there in the first place...
Roll an investigation check to see what you find.
Presuming advantage, Investigation: 13
You notice an area near the troll where it looks as though the beast had landed hard and skidded to a stop, as though he had been thrown or dropped from some great distance. Upon questioning witnesses, the confirm that the troll came from above, as though it had been thrown over the great walls of the courtyard. Outside the courtyard, you can hear more shouts and screams in the distance, and as a knot ties itself in your stomach, you realize that the troll may not be the only threat in the city.
Nivlen will quickly try to retrieve any usable bolts that he fired (4 hit the troll and 2 sailed wide). All the while he will be shouting,
”The troll was flung over the wall! Even now the citizens are crying out beyond the courtyard. Can you not hear them? I fear this battle is not yet complete.”
Without waiting for reactions and after holstering any retrieved bolts, Nivlen will make his way to the passage out of the courtyard. He will approach it cautiously and be listening carefully for any indications of what might be awaiting just outside.
After helping to clean up the pools of acid, Ai'ryn attempts to find Mool.
"Milord - thank you for your hospitality. Are you injured? I'm not skilled in healing, but will do what I can. Or is there anything else I can do to assist you? I'd also be interested in what you know of....." I glance back and forth between Thurk and Mool, and attempt to gauge any sort of reaction.. "....what that creature may be doing here."
Insight: 23
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Mark": Goliath Paladin - Shipwrecked on Fugue: A Journey of Self-Discovery Razil Trympan: Tiefling Warlock - The Tower of Zenopus
"Mallarad or Millarfud.....any relation to a Mallifax fellow, perchance?"
ooc: it may seem like metagaming, but it wasn't due to the fact i was at the dinner table and i heard the name being dropped.
"Mallifax, that was it! Strange rather beady eyed man from out of town, I've seen him around for the last few weeks. You know, I think he may be the one that damaged that book of yours, I dont remember any pages being ripped out before he rented it. And he dropped the thing off without picking up his deposit..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Every time you look at Thurk, his gaze shifts away. Guilt is not a thing that you believe his kind to be capable of, and as such his meloncholy attitude strikes you as odd. You wonder what he is doing away from his hive. A spy, perhaps? Or perhaps he is an outcast, you know the squidlike creatures take their occult rituals seriously, and have been known to execute or expell those who do not conform to the hive brain's wishes. Regardless, you know you must make your way back to your commander's ship and report your findings as soon as possible.
Thurk quietly sighs in agreement, and accepts a clean rag from you with which to clean his venom soaked face. He starts to lose his balance a bit and turns to one side to vomit. He looks at the potions handed to him by Mool, shrugs, and pours both of them into his tentacled mouth. He thanks you for the rag quietly, and moves to retrieve his axe.
do we all roll for that or just the halfling?
as you begin to move the 3 fallen adventures with the help of a few citizens, you notice that each of them has a mark on several parts of their armor and weapons.
Roll a history check to see if you recognize the symbol...
Tlik-Shik mind speaks to Thurk You look better with your own face, a brave one at that. No fear, much honor He looks around at the expressions on the various folk, "Champion being stands with you against things evil; thankful is called for." He turns is glittering compound eye to Thurk, "Fighting to right yours much honor gives."
When all the hubbub dies down, Tlak-Shik will ask about to see if he can find some half-plate.
History 12
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Just nivlen, though one of you can assist to give him advantage if you wish.
History roll 19
Drow enthusiast
Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
Presuming advantage, Investigation: 21
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
”I am not young enough to know everything.” - Oscar Wilde
the librarian is standing at the pillar closest to the dead troll. You peer over her hand to see she is drawing an incredibly detailed image of the troll. On the opposite pages are hastily scrawled notes about the creature, including a detailed description of its attacks and use of weaponized self destruction.
"Incredible creature, don't you think?", she says matter of factly, looking over her spectacles. " I don't think I caught your name before when you came into the library. Mine's Glenna. She juts a hand out toward you and awaits a handshake expectantly.
you can't tell for sure, but you think you may have seen a bit of what could be considered a small grin at the mention of a drink come from the tentacle covered mouth.
OCC Tlak-Shik now has Cure Wounds so we have at least one healing spell for when things are becoming a bit of a sticky wicket.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"Righteousness; yes, that is my name." he spoke, somewhat exhausted mentally from the whole affair; "Curator Glenna, that tome you gave me, do you recall who had last borrowed it or read it last?"
Thurk looks up at your question, snatching a quick sidelong glance at the nearby gith.
"Perhaps it is both. My species is not known for it's compassion. When I was ceromorphed, my host was a human prisoner from the north villages. When I hatched, my benefactors were disgusted at my grotesque physique and my inability to comprehend certain rituals in thier culture. I was born with what you humans call empathy, and it quickly made me realize I could not bring myself to harm an innocent creature for entertainment, as is often done for the hive brain's amusement. I was treated as a common slave, although I was housed separately from the rest. I wish I hadn't been, perhaps i could have freed them when I made my escape. I took something from the hive when I left, something they hold sacred, and I fear they have been hunting me ever since. I survived by myself for quite some time in the wild until my (he searches for the correct word in common) Psi-on-ic abilities manifested. I found that with a simple change to the perception of those nearby, I could make them see that which they chose to see. I studied with the other warriors, and learned how they could channel their rage to make them more effective champions for the force of good. I truly am sorry for the deception, but is the only way I know i can keep those around me from harm...perhaps your captain might need another crew member? I would venture i am no longer welcome here in town, at least not when word of my form travels outside of these walls."
You notice an area near the troll where it looks as though the beast had landed hard and skidded to a stop, as though he had been thrown or dropped from some great distance. Upon questioning witnesses, the confirm that the troll came from above, as though it had been thrown over the great walls of the courtyard. Outside the courtyard, you can hear more shouts and screams in the distance, and as a knot ties itself in your stomach, you realize that the troll may not be the only threat in the city.
TlakShik and Elric,
both of you recognize the symbol as a marker denoting the wearer as an initiate of the Knights of the Silver Hand, a group dedicated to abolishing evil throughout the realms.
" I'd have to check my records, but I remember it was something like, Mallarard, Millarfud, something like that." She says.
Nivlen will quickly try to retrieve any usable bolts that he fired (4 hit the troll and 2 sailed wide). All the while he will be shouting,
”The troll was flung over the wall! Even now the citizens are crying out beyond the courtyard. Can you not hear them? I fear this battle is not yet complete.”
Without waiting for reactions and after holstering any retrieved bolts, Nivlen will make his way to the passage out of the courtyard. He will approach it cautiously and be listening carefully for any indications of what might be awaiting just outside.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
”I am not young enough to know everything.” - Oscar Wilde
"Mallarad or Millarfud.....any relation to a Mallifax fellow, perchance?"
ooc: it may seem like metagaming, but it wasn't due to the fact i was at the dinner table and i heard the name being dropped.
After helping to clean up the pools of acid, Ai'ryn attempts to find Mool.
"Milord - thank you for your hospitality. Are you injured? I'm not skilled in healing, but will do what I can. Or is there anything else I can do to assist you? I'd also be interested in what you know of....." I glance back and forth between Thurk and Mool, and attempt to gauge any sort of reaction.. "....what that creature may be doing here."
Insight: 23
"Mark": Goliath Paladin - Shipwrecked on Fugue: A Journey of Self-Discovery
Razil Trympan: Tiefling Warlock - The Tower of Zenopus
"Mallifax, that was it! Strange rather beady eyed man from out of town, I've seen him around for the last few weeks. You know, I think he may be the one that damaged that book of yours, I dont remember any pages being ripped out before he rented it. And he dropped the thing off without picking up his deposit..."