“You’re not so scary after all,” Ecko tsks, frankly quite disappointed in the creature. Oh, well - good thing everyone was alive. For now. He lights his dagger up with some fire before slashing down again with his fire-covered, gear-like ball on a string.
Action - Green-Flame Blade Attack: 23 Damage: 12 Bonus Action: ram Shemshime with the Flaming Sphere. DC15 Dexterity save for half of 10 fire damage.
Ysabell's frown deepened slightly as she watched the mad creature rave in agony, yet continue to not fall. Taking the briefest of moments, she paused to see what she was missing.
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Ecko’s eyes brilliantly flash with childish malice as he raises his hand and bounces up and down, entirely nonplussed about the frightening being floating around. “I can cast a spell to lift Garmus in the air and throw him down!” he pipes up, entirely serious.
Ecko uses his turn scurrying around in search for any sort of object that could be used for such a task. A spare mantle? A crumbling wall? A bookshelf? Investigation? 21
Garmus glares at Ecko for a moment as he is looking for something heavy. He sees Eralynn pointing to the other room, remembering the statue. "Right!" He shouts and rushes to F2, looking for a way to lower it.
Eralynn makes a motioning sign to drag the book and Shemshine under the statue.
See a dog that knows how to heel! Never heeds plea nor command! Mother gave it a tasty meal! Dog chose instead to eat her hand! Does the shadow have a name? SHEMSHIME! Causes grief, avoids the blame! SHEMSHIME!
Once Shemshine is under the statue (mere moments) it's AC12 to throw something sharp to cut the rope.
Slowly backing away from the creature, Ysa attempted to draw the attention of Shemshime by prodding it with her Scythe and position it underneath the large statue. She left the rest up to the others. (Let me know if I need to roll something to get it to follow)
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With the sounds of pots and pans rattling emerging from his overstuffed bag, Ecko swivels around and bangs his dagger to his shield. "Hey, Shemshime! Over here, you-" - a pause - "Clay-brained flapdragon!" Ecko reflects in a taunt, seeking to lure Shemshime under the statue.
Once there, Ecko gives the corporeal being a little salute and sticks his tongue from his beak in a mocking gesture before stepping back and attempting to sever the rope - definitely ensuring he wasn't under the thing when it topples. Ecko didn't want to become a kenku-flavored stain on the floor. That would be traumatic for Crinkle to clean.
The rope snaps. The statue falls, crushing Shemshine under it's weight. Immediately after the event, Shemshine screams in anger and terror and gets whipped up back into the book, which promptly snaps shut like in some typical horror movie. After this happens, it's beautifully quiet. The song is no longer in your heads.
Eralynn lets out a long sigh of relief. Never had she enjoyed silence more than this moment, and she smiled weakly at the party.
"Atta bird!" Garmus exclaimed, going over the give Ecko a hearty slap on the back. "Nice shot, ya did good ya mammering harpy!" He says with a wink, remembering his first meeting with Ecko.
Varnyr takes the book and unlocks the trap door that leads out of the cellar. "Thank you all for helping us with this cursed book. We're hoping it won't be a problem anymore. I'll take it and have it locked up in Candlekeep's secure vaults. It won't be a problem anymore. Crinkle?" she turns to the kenku. "No more opening up strange books."Crinkle lowers her head. Point taken. "Hopefully now we'll all have a pleasant night."
Ecko’s eyes alighted with glee as Shemshime was summarily Shemsquished. The ditty Ecko had been singing is immediately replaced by another one - in Auran, presumably - that is just as annoying an infectious. At least Ecko’s has zero chance of spreading a plague. Probably.
Taking Ecko entirely by surprise, Ecko mimics the sound of a whoopie cushion as Garmus promptly smacks him in the back. Ecko wasn’t too strong - pretty brittle, actually. He leans against the wall and laughs nonetheless. ”Mammering harpy I might be. I need to check in with the scholars - it’s about time. I have a few spells I‘m working on that I think you’ll enjoy,” he winks. Oh, the joys of Magic Weapon and Haste.
He then nervously turns towards Ysabell. He runs a hand through the ruffled feathers on his back in nervousness - really, the only person who made Ecko scared was the ntimidating Elf. Even if she didn’t direct any animosity towards Ecko. “That thing was undead, right? Is your queen happy?” A beat. “Are you happy? Can you even be happy? Not sure if that’s insensitive or not, but Hupperdookians know how to live a good life. Have you ever been to a party, Ysabell? You don’t seem like you have. And those are the people who should be going to parties,” he babbles, scatterbrained head moving along several tangents as his beak struggles to mimic as quickly as his mind belts out words.
”And you! Eralynn! Come on, there’s a scroll I should show you. For Sending! It’ll allow you to speak - limited, of course - but in other people’s minds!” A mischievous grin spreads across his avian features. “You’ll be able to talk to people whenever you want. Even if they don’t want you to. There’s no distance limit.”
Ecko immediately swivels around and heads upwards. Conversation could happen as they went. Ecko’s mind always had several going on internally - it isn’t a big adjustment multitasking a little more. Ecko smiles towards K’tulah and promises to catch up on folklore of his own before throwing a comforting glance towards Crinkle. Poor thing. Ecko internally smiles. He’d be there if Crinkle unleashed some other horrible curse. There was no curbing a Kenku’s curiosity. Ecko knew that best.
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Raastin, seeing Shemshine become afraid of Garmus, attempted to stab the thing while it was distracted
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Eralynn21, Raastin20, Shemshine(13)(AC13/HP11), Ecko11, Ysa11, Garmus3
Two hits!
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Eralynn21, Raastin20, Shemshine(13)(AC13/HP3), Ecko11, Ysa11, Garmus3
Eralynn draws her sword and attacks!
Attack: 15 Damage: 3
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Eralynn21, Raastin20, Shemshine(13)(AC13/HP1), Ecko11, Ysa11, Garmus3
Shemshine shrugs off the fear and attacks Eralynn!
Maddening Touch Attack: 11 Damage: 19
She squirms out of the way!
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Eralynn21, Raastin20, Shemshine(13)(AC13/HP1), Ecko11, Ysa11, Garmus3
Frowning as her spell seemed to have no effect, Ysabell changed tactics and rained heavenly fire down upon Shemshine instead!
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“You’re not so scary after all,” Ecko tsks, frankly quite disappointed in the creature. Oh, well - good thing everyone was alive. For now. He lights his dagger up with some fire before slashing down again with his fire-covered, gear-like ball on a string.
Action - Green-Flame Blade
Attack: 23 Damage: 12
Bonus Action: ram Shemshime with the Flaming Sphere.
DC15 Dexterity save for half of 10 fire damage.
GET YOUR POKER OUT
Eralynn21, Raastin20, Shemshine(13)(AC13/HP1), Ecko11, Ysa11, Garmus3
Flame Save: 9
Sphere Save: 15
All the attacks hit and Shemshine cries in pain and anger, but for some terrible, horrible reason, he's still at 1hp! Why is he not dead?!!?
Insight DC15: ??!?!?!!?!?
Ysabell's frown deepened slightly as she watched the mad creature rave in agony, yet continue to not fall. Taking the briefest of moments, she paused to see what she was missing.
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The book! The scene in the book! Of course! Shemshine can ONLY be killed if he's crushed by a heavy object!
"Garmus we need to find something heavy and crush it!! Quick everyone! Search. I'll hold it off..." Ysabell told the others stepping forward.
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Ecko’s eyes brilliantly flash with childish malice as he raises his hand and bounces up and down, entirely nonplussed about the frightening being floating around. “I can cast a spell to lift Garmus in the air and throw him down!” he pipes up, entirely serious.
Ecko uses his turn scurrying around in search for any sort of object that could be used for such a task. A spare mantle? A crumbling wall? A bookshelf? Investigation? 21
You remember in AREA F2, there is a large statue being held up by a rope. Eralynn points frantically towards it.
Garmus glares at Ecko for a moment as he is looking for something heavy. He sees Eralynn pointing to the other room, remembering the statue. "Right!" He shouts and rushes to F2, looking for a way to lower it.
Eralynn makes a motioning sign to drag the book and Shemshine under the statue.
See a dog that knows how to heel! Never heeds plea nor command! Mother gave it a tasty meal! Dog chose instead to eat her hand! Does the shadow have a name? SHEMSHIME! Causes grief, avoids the blame! SHEMSHIME!
Once Shemshine is under the statue (mere moments) it's AC12 to throw something sharp to cut the rope.
Slowly backing away from the creature, Ysa attempted to draw the attention of Shemshime by prodding it with her Scythe and position it underneath the large statue. She left the rest up to the others. (Let me know if I need to roll something to get it to follow)
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
With the sounds of pots and pans rattling emerging from his overstuffed bag, Ecko swivels around and bangs his dagger to his shield. "Hey, Shemshime! Over here, you-" - a pause - "Clay-brained flapdragon!" Ecko reflects in a taunt, seeking to lure Shemshime under the statue.
Once there, Ecko gives the corporeal being a little salute and sticks his tongue from his beak in a mocking gesture before stepping back and attempting to sever the rope - definitely ensuring he wasn't under the thing when it topples. Ecko didn't want to become a kenku-flavored stain on the floor. That would be traumatic for Crinkle to clean.
Dagger attack! Attack: 18 Damage: 7
The rope snaps. The statue falls, crushing Shemshine under it's weight. Immediately after the event, Shemshine screams in anger and terror and gets whipped up back into the book, which promptly snaps shut like in some typical horror movie. After this happens, it's beautifully quiet. The song is no longer in your heads.
Eralynn lets out a long sigh of relief. Never had she enjoyed silence more than this moment, and she smiled weakly at the party.
"Atta bird!" Garmus exclaimed, going over the give Ecko a hearty slap on the back. "Nice shot, ya did good ya mammering harpy!" He says with a wink, remembering his first meeting with Ecko.
LOL! "Mammering harpy!" Eralynn giggled. Love it.
Varnyr takes the book and unlocks the trap door that leads out of the cellar. "Thank you all for helping us with this cursed book. We're hoping it won't be a problem anymore. I'll take it and have it locked up in Candlekeep's secure vaults. It won't be a problem anymore. Crinkle?" she turns to the kenku. "No more opening up strange books." Crinkle lowers her head. Point taken. "Hopefully now we'll all have a pleasant night."
Go ahead and long rest! It's time for another adventure if you guys are up for it?
Ecko’s eyes alighted with glee as Shemshime was summarily Shemsquished. The ditty Ecko had been singing is immediately replaced by another one - in Auran, presumably - that is just as annoying an infectious. At least Ecko’s has zero chance of spreading a plague. Probably.
Taking Ecko entirely by surprise, Ecko mimics the sound of a whoopie cushion as Garmus promptly smacks him in the back. Ecko wasn’t too strong - pretty brittle, actually. He leans against the wall and laughs nonetheless. ”Mammering harpy I might be. I need to check in with the scholars - it’s about time. I have a few spells I‘m working on that I think you’ll enjoy,” he winks. Oh, the joys of Magic Weapon and Haste.
He then nervously turns towards Ysabell. He runs a hand through the ruffled feathers on his back in nervousness - really, the only person who made Ecko scared was the ntimidating Elf. Even if she didn’t direct any animosity towards Ecko. “That thing was undead, right? Is your queen happy?” A beat. “Are you happy? Can you even be happy? Not sure if that’s insensitive or not, but Hupperdookians know how to live a good life. Have you ever been to a party, Ysabell? You don’t seem like you have. And those are the people who should be going to parties,” he babbles, scatterbrained head moving along several tangents as his beak struggles to mimic as quickly as his mind belts out words.
”And you! Eralynn! Come on, there’s a scroll I should show you. For Sending! It’ll allow you to speak - limited, of course - but in other people’s minds!” A mischievous grin spreads across his avian features. “You’ll be able to talk to people whenever you want. Even if they don’t want you to. There’s no distance limit.”
Ecko immediately swivels around and heads upwards. Conversation could happen as they went. Ecko’s mind always had several going on internally - it isn’t a big adjustment multitasking a little more. Ecko smiles towards K’tulah and promises to catch up on folklore of his own before throwing a comforting glance towards Crinkle. Poor thing. Ecko internally smiles. He’d be there if Crinkle unleashed some other horrible curse. There was no curbing a Kenku’s curiosity. Ecko knew that best.