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OOC: I was thinking the "leathermen" were the remnants of Ily's party, but could have been the elves.  Maybe the scrotblind walkers were transformed from a less sack headed species....

 
I specifically remember the leathermen were Ily’s old party.

OOC: I know Tommary sorta thought out loud in typed internal monologue, don't remember if Wysp confirmed the player theory

OOC: You guys have me back thinking myself. I'm fairly certain that the leathermen as former members of Ilyara's group was a great idea which I will hold for the future but not what has happened here.

Everything else...? I'm not saying.

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OOC: I know Tommary sorta thought out loud in typed internal monologue, don't remember if Wysp confirmed the player theory

 
I remember. Wysp said Ily recognized their tattoos and knew them as her former team. At least, I was pretty sure of it. It was back on a page in the 70s-80s. (I saved the link for the “Frostballs” post is how I know that at least.

OOC: I must be getting old...

"Ah, it would appear that someone else has acquired our weapons." He holds out his hand again and a pink mote of light flits closely. He murmurs something to it, and it darts away. 

The meal finished, and the dishes cleared, he stands and give you a light bow, "You are welcome to stay for a few days to recover from your adventure. Then I'm sure you will want to return to Cliffside?"

OOC: I have no idea what y'all are talking about as regarding leathermen and Ilyara's previous party.  I may be forgetting something myself, but I don't remember ever seeing any sign of Jonathan, Joseph, or Giorno in anything I was here for.  Maybe I'm just dumb? q_q

IC:
"At th' very least I'd like t' spend at least three hours in a bathtub nobody minds condemning after th' fact," Ilyara said.  "I've been dirty before this, but there's a difference 'tween regular ol' dirty and the kind of gods-awful muck I've been slinkin' through for the last several days.  Tootsie's cleaner spell is a godsend, but a medically inadvisably hot bath is the only way t' wash th' memory of that skeev outta my fur.  As for returnin' to Cliffside?  Like as not they'll just send us right back into the damned rockheap.  Mayhap ye can use your magic to send a report, or let us do it?  If we're gonna end up right back in Murder Mountain lookin' for more crap, I'd as soon not trek through the swamps again t' get there when we've got a convenient magic door.  ....got bad memories of th' last time my team and I trekked through the swamps tryin'a get to th' damned mountain..." the furling girl muttered.

Tommary the Unworthy is on his fourth sandwich wrap because of all that cardio and electrocution, between bites he asks, "What do your folk do for fun around here?"

OOC: I remember, I think it was me, examining the leather ribbons and finding traces of tattoos, don't remember the part about Ilyra making them for her companions.  

Toots gathers whatever leftovers she can before the dishes are cleared away and stuffs them into her mouth and pockets, returns Mece to his pouch after a quick cleaning, and around her last mouthful asks: ”Excuse me, li’l mote creature, can I please have another one of these drinks? And please tell whoever made the food that it was absolutely scrumptious.”

Turning to Ilyara Toots enthusiastically agrees. “Oh yes, a bath! I would love a bath about now.” Looking down at herself she adds: “I might actually be willing to kill for one if it came to it.” She then takes a big bite of the nearly forgotten cookie and her eyes light up. “Mmmmm!!” She exclaimed shoving the rest of it into her mouth.

OOC: I might’a been mistaken about the leathermen, but I coulda sworn…. 🤷‍♂️ Maybe it was the S3s? (Silent Scrotal Stalkers.™ 😉) The marcopolos we’re on pages 140ish — 150ish.

OOC: Sure

A foxling girl shows you to the baths. She shows you how to gather soaps from the surrounding flowers to clean off the the dirt and grime. The water is bracingly cold but the gels from the flowers leave you skin smooth and soft and your hair lustrous and fresh smelling. After washing, a soak in water heated from solar reservoirs relaxes your muscles and puts you at ease.

While you are bathing your clothing and items are cleaned, polished, and patched to good condition.

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Toots gathers whatever leftovers she can before the dishes are cleared away and stuffs them into her mouth and pockets, returns Mece to his pouch after a quick cleaning, and around her last mouthful asks: ”Excuse me, li’l mote creature, can I please have another one of these drinks? And please tell whoever made the food that it was absolutely scrumptious.”

A yellow mote bobs at you and when you get to the warm soaking pools there is a chilled carafe and extra glasses to the side. 

OOC: Like the Spanish brain surgeon said- “if it no lobota you, it no lobotomy.”

“Thank you very much for the drinks, but I’ll take care of my own things, thank you. I’d rather not let them out of my sight if you don’t mind.” Toots normally jovial nature became suddenly cagey at the prospect of strangers taking her things away.

"Can the clothing patchers do up my sword scabbards in a backstrapped X that also accomodates my demicape?"

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 OOC: May I be a pest and ask what the current party lineup is so I don't step on anyone's toes while rolling up my new PC?

 
You just did. You can cycle through the party via Hawksley’s sheet:

OOC: "Just did" sans the pest part, Sposta means.  Just got up from a long nap.  Think I might be sick, though not necessarily with The Thing.  Still.  Oof.  Feeling the crunk q_q

I've got no issue with Echolon rejoining.  Heh, it is 'proving D&D exists for Echolon'.