“Really? That’s fascinating. How do you leave? The way you came? Why don’t people leave? Isn’t that…concerning?” "Very good questions, indeed." the drow says, preening you, or..whatever you do to..clean birds.."How did you arrive here?"
"Through a book!" Ecko whimsically chimes, unsure what to make of the 'massage'. It appears the masseuse didn't have much of a clue what to do with one of Kenku physiology, either. Well, that's awkward. "You'd be surprised how common that is. My, we've been through to demiplanes, mansions, even the shadowfell once, I believe. Books are pretty crazy these days. They're never the same."
(Not sure if you saw but I believe Ysabell's post got buried somewhere along)
Ecko immediately perks up, curious. Secrets were good. Secrets were something he stashed. Kenku loved collecting them - he was no exception. He blinks open one eye to curiously stare at the drow. "I love secrets! I'm trustworthy. Promise. Definitely. Wouldn't've lasted as long as I have if I wasn't."
YSA: Large cushioned chairs are set around this open space. Calming music fills the air, which carries a floral scent. A bar takes up one corner of the room, alongside shelves of expensive wines and spirits and baskets of fresh fruit. Two tables stand along one wall, each set up as a manicure and pedicure station with nail files, clippers, and bottles of nail varnish. The lounge is watched over by two attractive members of the staff, who serve you drinks and perform other mundane tasks asked of them, if you wish.
Echo:"This place is not all that it seems."he whispers.
YSA: Large cushioned chairs are set around this open space. Calming music fills the air, which carries a floral scent. A bar takes up one corner of the room, alongside shelves of expensive wines and spirits and baskets of fresh fruit. Two tables stand along one wall, each set up as a manicure and pedicure station with nail files, clippers, and bottles of nail varnish. The lounge is watched over by two attractive members of the staff, who serve you drinks and perform other mundane tasks asked of them, if you wish.
Taking a seat at the bar, Ysa gave each of the staff a friendly smile before asking for a glass of cool water. Surprised at how refreshing it was, she ordered a second one before asking one of the staff, "Hello, I'm looking for a friend of mine by the name of Falthrax. Have you perhaps seen or heard from them recently?"
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Ecko's eyes widen. Now, he was definitely curious. He lowers his voice to a whisper. As much of a whisper as Ecko could manage, really - he wasn't the most subtle, sure, but he recognizes secrecy when needed. "What do you mean? I mean, yeah, everything can be secretive, illusion magic's present. We're actually here to find someone - although the massage is nice, too. Could you tell me more?"
"Hello, I'm looking for a friend of mine by the name of Falthrax. Have you perhaps seen or heard from them recently?" The two attendants shake their head no.
ECKO
"Three months ago, I received a haunting vision of my old friend Sylvarie, who appeared to be in a suffering state, and appearing as though her face was being reflected in a broken mirror."he looks around to see if anyone is listening. "I decided to look into my friend’s activities since we parted ways, and my search led me here. I instinctively suspect that the goings-ons here at the bathhouse are hiding some dark secret and I decided to investigate by posing as an aesthetician seeking employment. My name is Dusk. I'm with the Harpers."
"Hello, I'm looking for a friend of mine by the name of Falthrax. Have you perhaps seen or heard from them recently?" The two attendants shake their head no.
Ysa's gave the two attendants the slightest of frown's before replying, "Oh I see. Well that is unfortunate. I don't suppose you've seen anything odd recently either have you." As she waited for their response, she began to drink her water once again; continuing to be shocked by how good it tasted. She swore it was somehow both incredibly sweet and salty at the same.
Eralynn gets out of the pool, completely shaved and clean. It was good not to have bristly legs and feel more feminine again. She was particular about that. Not even any scrapes or razor marks. She put on her bathrobe once more and sat down, waiting for Garmadon.
After getting dressed and drying his beard Garmus carefully combs it, getting all the tangles out. He pours the oil in his hands, rubbing them together to warm it, thoroughly enjoying the aroma, wondering if he can get some of this to take back with him. Spreading the oil through his beard he's amazed at how soft and sleek it is, his beard hasn't felt this way in a very long time. He finishes up by putting his metal adornment back on and exits the room to find Eraylnn.
Garmus preens his beard as Eralynn admires it's shiny appearance. "Lookin' pretty good yerself there, Lynny!" He gives her a wink and moves toward the door, holding it open for her. "Suppose we should find the others?"
Oh, you!she pshawed, once, and nodded to finding the others. She led both of them over to where Ysa was. When they both entered the room, Eralynn waved. Hi, Ysa!
Ecko recognizes the urgency of the situation. "I see. Harpers are good people. Well, me and my group has dealt with a few problems before. I'll help you find Sylvarie. What do you know of this place? What have you found out? I should get back to my friends. I should get my weapons, too. Be careful. Stay and observe for us - you are evidently trusted enough to survive here. If I do anything and 'disappear', I don't want you implicated. Now that we've agreed on that, any information - even mundane - could be of my use. I should get back to my party," Ecko nervously frets. A beat. A look of horror comes across his features as he suddenly remembers something far more important- "You're still going to finish the massage, right?"
The camera pans to the drow's face. He's still, thinking. Only his eyes are moving in thought. An eternity seems to pass as you wait for an answer.
"...yes."he finally says. "This place is run by a trio of hags. I have seen through the illusions covering their appearance and their minions. I suspect that information about Sylvarie’s fate can be found in the shrine or the tower, but has so far been unable to investigate those areas because the coven’s minions keep a close eye on me."
Oh, you!she pshawed, once, and nodded to finding the others. She led both of them over to where Ysa was. When they both entered the room, Eralynn waved. Hi, Ysa!
Ysabell turned and smiled at her two freshly groomed friends before making room for them at the bar; It seemed to Ysa that both of them were so clean that they sparkled! "Well aren't you too looking quite relaxed." Ysabell replied pleasantly. "I spoke with a couple of servants here and it did not seem like they had heard or seen of Falthrax. I guess we'll have to continue on our own."
"Hags. Minions. Got it. Who are the hags? What are the disguises?" Ecko quietly echoes, abruptly sitting up and counting his questions on feathered fingers. "Who and what are the specific minions? Any information is useful."
"Well aren't you too looking quite relaxed." Ysabell replied pleasantly. "I spoke with a couple of servants here and it did not seem like they had heard or seen of Falthrax. I guess we'll have to continue on our own."
Eralynn nodded, refreshed and bathed.
"Hags. Minions. Got it. Who are the hags? What are the disguises?" Ecko quietly echoes, abruptly sitting up and counting his questions on feathered fingers. "Who and what are the specific minions? Any information is useful."
"The hags call themselves Azirssa, Greensong, and Morganna - but that is not their real names, i'm sure. They run this place. They pose as beautiful elven women. They have scarecrow and gargoyle minions. The Tower and the Shine must hold the answers."
"Good to know." Ecko sits up and thanks Ilmar for the massage - even if it's a strange feeling on his birdlike bones - really, the massage was nice. If they all live, Ecko will certainly ask him for another. "Stay safe. Continue remaining under cover. My group is capable. We will do our best to end whatever's wrong with this place." He stoically nods and slides two cucumbers over his eyelids as he slips the provided bathrobes back on.
He gives Ilmar a reassuring pat on the shoulder with a talon before rocking the spa attire and making his way back towards his gear - is it locked or trapped / guarded? If not, Ecko ensures he has his spellcasting focus and components, along with the rest of his gear - sans the bulky backpack. He strolls out towards where he assumes the rest of the party would be - the lounge.
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“Really? That’s fascinating. How do you leave? The way you came? Why don’t people leave? Isn’t that…concerning?”
"Very good questions, indeed." the drow says, preening you, or..whatever you do to..clean birds.."How did you arrive here?"
"Through a book!" Ecko whimsically chimes, unsure what to make of the 'massage'. It appears the masseuse didn't have much of a clue what to do with one of Kenku physiology, either. Well, that's awkward. "You'd be surprised how common that is. My, we've been through to demiplanes, mansions, even the shadowfell once, I believe. Books are pretty crazy these days. They're never the same."
He looks around and whispers to you. "Can you keep a secret, my feathery friend?"
(Not sure if you saw but I believe Ysabell's post got buried somewhere along)
Ecko immediately perks up, curious. Secrets were good. Secrets were something he stashed. Kenku loved collecting them - he was no exception. He blinks open one eye to curiously stare at the drow. "I love secrets! I'm trustworthy. Promise. Definitely. Wouldn't've lasted as long as I have if I wasn't."
AREA T3
YSA: Large cushioned chairs are set around this open space. Calming music fills the air, which carries a floral scent. A bar takes up one corner of the room, alongside shelves of expensive wines and spirits and baskets of fresh fruit. Two tables stand along one wall, each set up as a manicure and pedicure station with nail files, clippers, and bottles of nail varnish. The lounge is watched over by two attractive members of the staff, who serve you drinks and perform other mundane tasks asked of them, if you wish.
Echo: "This place is not all that it seems." he whispers.
Taking a seat at the bar, Ysa gave each of the staff a friendly smile before asking for a glass of cool water. Surprised at how refreshing it was, she ordered a second one before asking one of the staff, "Hello, I'm looking for a friend of mine by the name of Falthrax. Have you perhaps seen or heard from them recently?"
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Ecko's eyes widen. Now, he was definitely curious. He lowers his voice to a whisper. As much of a whisper as Ecko could manage, really - he wasn't the most subtle, sure, but he recognizes secrecy when needed. "What do you mean? I mean, yeah, everything can be secretive, illusion magic's present. We're actually here to find someone - although the massage is nice, too. Could you tell me more?"
AREA T3
"Hello, I'm looking for a friend of mine by the name of Falthrax. Have you perhaps seen or heard from them recently?"
The two attendants shake their head no.
ECKO
"Three months ago, I received a haunting vision of my old friend Sylvarie, who appeared to be in a suffering state, and appearing as though her face was being reflected in a broken mirror." he looks around to see if anyone is listening. "I decided to look into my friend’s activities since we parted ways, and my search led me here. I instinctively suspect that the goings-ons here at the bathhouse are hiding some dark secret and I decided to investigate by posing as an aesthetician seeking employment. My name is Dusk. I'm with the Harpers."
Ysa's gave the two attendants the slightest of frown's before replying, "Oh I see. Well that is unfortunate. I don't suppose you've seen anything odd recently either have you." As she waited for their response, she began to drink her water once again; continuing to be shocked by how good it tasted. She swore it was somehow both incredibly sweet and salty at the same.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
AREA T3
The two attendants again, shake their heads no.
Eralynn gets out of the pool, completely shaved and clean. It was good not to have bristly legs and feel more feminine again. She was particular about that. Not even any scrapes or razor marks. She put on her bathrobe once more and sat down, waiting for Garmadon.
After getting dressed and drying his beard Garmus carefully combs it, getting all the tangles out. He pours the oil in his hands, rubbing them together to warm it, thoroughly enjoying the aroma, wondering if he can get some of this to take back with him. Spreading the oil through his beard he's amazed at how soft and sleek it is, his beard hasn't felt this way in a very long time. He finishes up by putting his metal adornment back on and exits the room to find Eraylnn.
Eralynn gasps in delight upon seeing Gargantuan and begins fanning herself. So handsome!
Garmus preens his beard as Eralynn admires it's shiny appearance. "Lookin' pretty good yerself there, Lynny!" He gives her a wink and moves toward the door, holding it open for her. "Suppose we should find the others?"
Oh, you! she pshawed, once, and nodded to finding the others. She led both of them over to where Ysa was. When they both entered the room, Eralynn waved. Hi, Ysa!
Ecko recognizes the urgency of the situation. "I see. Harpers are good people. Well, me and my group has dealt with a few problems before. I'll help you find Sylvarie. What do you know of this place? What have you found out? I should get back to my friends. I should get my weapons, too. Be careful. Stay and observe for us - you are evidently trusted enough to survive here. If I do anything and 'disappear', I don't want you implicated. Now that we've agreed on that, any information - even mundane - could be of my use. I should get back to my party," Ecko nervously frets. A beat. A look of horror comes across his features as he suddenly remembers something far more important- "You're still going to finish the massage, right?"
The camera pans to the drow's face. He's still, thinking. Only his eyes are moving in thought. An eternity seems to pass as you wait for an answer.
"...yes." he finally says. "This place is run by a trio of hags. I have seen through the illusions covering their appearance and their minions. I suspect that information about Sylvarie’s fate can be found in the shrine or the tower, but has so far been unable to investigate those areas because the coven’s minions keep a close eye on me."
"Pity..." Ysabell replied calmly before dropping the subject and waiting for her friends to arrive.
Ysabell turned and smiled at her two freshly groomed friends before making room for them at the bar; It seemed to Ysa that both of them were so clean that they sparkled! "Well aren't you too looking quite relaxed." Ysabell replied pleasantly. "I spoke with a couple of servants here and it did not seem like they had heard or seen of Falthrax. I guess we'll have to continue on our own."
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
"Hags. Minions. Got it. Who are the hags? What are the disguises?" Ecko quietly echoes, abruptly sitting up and counting his questions on feathered fingers. "Who and what are the specific minions? Any information is useful."
"Well aren't you too looking quite relaxed." Ysabell replied pleasantly. "I spoke with a couple of servants here and it did not seem like they had heard or seen of Falthrax. I guess we'll have to continue on our own."
Eralynn nodded, refreshed and bathed.
"Hags. Minions. Got it. Who are the hags? What are the disguises?" Ecko quietly echoes, abruptly sitting up and counting his questions on feathered fingers. "Who and what are the specific minions? Any information is useful."
"The hags call themselves Azirssa, Greensong, and Morganna - but that is not their real names, i'm sure. They run this place. They pose as beautiful elven women. They have scarecrow and gargoyle minions. The Tower and the Shine must hold the answers."
"Good to know." Ecko sits up and thanks Ilmar for the massage - even if it's a strange feeling on his birdlike bones - really, the massage was nice. If they all live, Ecko will certainly ask him for another. "Stay safe. Continue remaining under cover. My group is capable. We will do our best to end whatever's wrong with this place." He stoically nods and slides two cucumbers over his eyelids as he slips the provided bathrobes back on.
He gives Ilmar a reassuring pat on the shoulder with a talon before rocking the spa attire and making his way back towards his gear - is it locked or trapped / guarded? If not, Ecko ensures he has his spellcasting focus and components, along with the rest of his gear - sans the bulky backpack. He strolls out towards where he assumes the rest of the party would be - the lounge.