Garmus put his arm around Eralynn, offering whatever comfort a gruff dwarf could. They slowly ate their cake, a sniffle and a shoulder squeeze here and there.
Ysabell walked into the tavern to spot Garmus and Eralynn together at the bar. Noticing how down the Bard was, she moved over next to her and took out little Namless, allowing it to walk across the bar towards her. It curled in-between her and Garmus, purring as it rubbed up against them.
"I had a feeling I'd find you here Garmus. And it's nice to see you too Eralynn. I had not realized how long I was gone searching for a cure until I saw the sun again!" Seeing the cakes in front of them, Ysa ordered one for herself before turning back to them and asking lightly, "So what have you been up to these past few days? Did you solve another mystery while I was gone?"
Eralynn smiled when nameless butted her head, and pet it lovingly. It was surprisingly affectionate for a cat, which pleased her to no end. She looked at Ysa and give her a warm smile.
No. We waited for you. It wouldn't be the same without you and Ecko.
"Come here ya ragamuffin." Garmus scratches Nameless under his chin and strokes his back, enjoying the head butts. "We've just been hangin' around, lookin' at paintins' and books. Nothin' too excitin'." He says, stretching his arms up in the air. "I'm about done with sittin' around."
Ecko, in the interim, had been actively scribing scrolls and copying them into his spellbook. In the day or so the party took to relax, he blew out his entire wallet on scrolls - not that he had anything better to use them on - and spent all day and night tinkering and copying. Hupperdookians rarely slept - Ecko was no exception. Explosions, whistling, and electric crackles irritate every single resident of the House of Rest. The state of Ecko's room is an absolute mess. Ecko didn't seem to care - he was too absentminded to notice a little fire here and there, especially when it could be put out with a little magic!
Ecko bumbles into the bar. A Mage Hand carries his spellbook aloft while another robotic hand attached to his shield holds a quill and writes into a book he holds in his left hand. In his right, he is juggling a series of tools suspended midair by a spectral field Ecko projects as a handy toolbox when tinkering with inventions. Speaking of, he holds something that looks suspiciously like a launcher outfitted for vials of arcane fire. Half the residents scoot away from Ecko as he wanders in. Since looking where he is walking is third on his list of priorities, his gaze splits between his two inventions until - BAM! Ecko crashes into Garmus and practically trips over the dwarf. Emitting random sounds in surprise, he focuses his gaze and picks up the dozens of gear and items spilled on to the floor by the impact. The lenses on his glasses retract into themselves as he panickedly stuffs everything into his already overflowing sack he carries. "Oh! Hey! Garmus! Eralynn! Ysabell! Didn't see you there, haha!" he echoes, switching between various voices in a rapid sentence of speech. "I knew you'd be here. Were you waiting for me? Doesn't matter! More mysteries? I picked up a few spells!" he happily rambles, showing his spellbook - random doodles and nonsensical architectural drawings fill the margins and scribble over arcane wording. It's an absolute mess. But Ecko is proud of it. And he was the only one who could read it. His handwriting is nothing to be commended.
Eralynn "laughs" as Ecko returns, looking him over and wanting to ask many questions.Of course, silly! We're a team, we're not leaving without you. I have the feeling there's more mysteries to solve.
Taking the last bite of his cake Garmus is shoved forward, nearly stabbing himself in the eye with his fork. "What in the nine hells! Watch where yer going ya scatter-witted--" As Garmus prepares to break the rules of Candle Keep he hears a familiar voice and the familiar sound of various bits of metal and other things hitting the floor. "Lad, surely ya don't need all the things ya keep in that sack a yers?" He turns back to the others, shaking his head.
"Ah Ecko, it is always good to see you. Glad to see no flowing books or living spells got to you over the past few days." Ysabell said jovially. Little Nameless echoed Ysa's sentiment with a loud meow in the Kenku's direction.
Ah, the joys of looking for work. Perhaps looking for another mystery to solve. And, why not? Everyone loves a good mystery, especially when they take you to Shadowfel grave portals, and cave systems with giant bug looking ants. The camera pans over to our group in the evening as you all look for a room for the night, having returned from killing Meenlocks.
Welcome to the Firefly Cellar beneath the House of Rest. You find yourself drawn to this location for one reasons. The House of Rest has had an influx of guests tonight, and you all were forced to stay in the only available room, which happen to be in the Firefly Cellar - for one heck of an amazing price. FREE!
Take a look at the map in Discord. You enter the Cellar at AREA F1.
As you descent into the Cellar, you hear a conversation: an elderly elf woman is precariously balanced on a ladder while arranging a few of the flowerpots on top of one of the bookcases. She’s engrossed in her work, and doesn't appear to see well.
“Ebder, are you back?”
“I never left!” grumbles a voice around the corner.
“Oh?”The elf looks down and seems surprised at your presence. Then she says, indicating the room around her, “Ah. Visitors. I’m Scribe Varnyr. Sorry for the state of things. As you see, the restoration project is a work in progress. I’ll be with you shortly.”She returns to her work. A moment later, she says, “Actually, would you mind bringing that stack of books downstairs to Ebder? I’ll meet you there.”She points to a small pile of books on a stool. “Thanks so much.”
Garmus shrugs and grabs the pile of books, he was starting to get used to all these book loving scholars. "We were sent down here fer lodging. Is that down the stairs?" His eyebrow raised in question.
"It sure is! Just down one floor. Go see Ebder and hand him his books. Go on, now."she says. Eralynn looked around. No shadowfel portals, no undead, no people eating bookcases. Sweet!
Seeing no reason why not, Ysa smiled at Scribe before letting Nameless out of it's carrying case. Grabbing a stack of books, she followed Garmus down below towards F2.
"SHHshsSHh!"Ebder hisses, startling Eralynn. “Keep your voices down, please. I just put my daughter to bed. Take em to K'Tulah, in (AREA F13), they're for her. Go on now. Then i'll show you your rooms."
Garmus' eyebrows come together and he opens his mouth, just about to give Ebder what for, but reigns himself in and decides to let it pass. With a humph, he turns and heads to K'Tulah.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Ysa followed Garmus down to the lowest level towards K'Tulah. As Nameless passed Ebder, the kitten gave the man a loud meow before following the others downstairs.
"Lad, surely ya don't need all the things ya keep in that sack a yers?"
Ecko throws Garmus a look of utter horror and rapidly shakes his birdlike head - what sounds like pots and pans clatter in the rucksack he haphazardly throws his inventions in. "I need them for all my work! And to keep my occupied, you silly-" Ecko pauses for a moment and taps his forehead. Aha! He shifts his vocal gears to Garmus's, mimicking: "-clay-brained flap dragon!"
I have the feeling there's more mysteries to solve.
"What is life besides a collection of mysteries!" Ecko blares in a variety of voices. He rummages in his bag and presses his makeshift sonograph that allows for a limited amount of speech when pressing a few jumbled buttons in the correct order. "Try this! It's a little...complicated, ahah, the engineers said my inventions were always too complex - only I could really use them - but it's worth a try, right? I've heard a lot of voices in my time off! I can mimic more effectively now!" he happily declares, each word spoken in a different voice.
"Ah Ecko, it is always good to see you. Glad to see no flowing books or living spells got to you over the past few days."
"And you as well, Ysabell!" Ecko happily trills, locking his gaze on Nameless and mimicking a few mewling cat sounds towards the probably uncaring feline. He hastily fixes his gaze back on Ysabell - he promised he wouldn't get so easily distracted. "I take it your research has been going well - and no, the spells aren't what's likely to end me. It's the neighbors who can't deal with a few explosions interrupting their sleep. I mean, really - I usually stop tinkering before three in the morning!" A beat. "Usually."
One (or more) of the party members definitely had to pull Ecko away from the bookshelf. He blinks. "Right! I can help with this." He rummages in his bag and pulls out a robotic hand. He presses a button - FWOOSH! What appear to be miniature jetpacks ignite near the palm area and sends the Mage Hand rocketing around the room as Ecko gives the explosive device a fond look. "It can help carry books."
"I need them for all my work! And to keep my occupied, you silly-" Ecko pauses for a moment and taps his forehead. Aha! He shifts his vocal gears to Garmus's, mimicking: "-clay-brained flap dragon!" If Eralynn had working vocal cords, a hearty laugh would have erupted from her mouth. Instead, she just did it silently.
"Try this! It's a little...complicated, ahah, the engineers said my inventions were always too complex - only I could really use them - but it's worth a try, right? I've heard a lot of voices in my time off! I can mimic more effectively now!" he happily declares, each word spoken in a different voice.
Eralynn took the device, looking at it with great curiosity and uncertainty, unsure what to do. K'Tulah, over in AREA F13, is a tabaxi. Sitting in her room, it's open, and you can see a furnished bed, a washbasin, and a writing desk. The desk has a tiny clockwork oyster resting on it.
Garmus put his arm around Eralynn, offering whatever comfort a gruff dwarf could. They slowly ate their cake, a sniffle and a shoulder squeeze here and there.
Ysabell walked into the tavern to spot Garmus and Eralynn together at the bar. Noticing how down the Bard was, she moved over next to her and took out little Namless, allowing it to walk across the bar towards her. It curled in-between her and Garmus, purring as it rubbed up against them.
"I had a feeling I'd find you here Garmus. And it's nice to see you too Eralynn. I had not realized how long I was gone searching for a cure until I saw the sun again!" Seeing the cakes in front of them, Ysa ordered one for herself before turning back to them and asking lightly, "So what have you been up to these past few days? Did you solve another mystery while I was gone?"
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Eralynn smiled when nameless butted her head, and pet it lovingly. It was surprisingly affectionate for a cat, which pleased her to no end. She looked at Ysa and give her a warm smile.
No. We waited for you. It wouldn't be the same without you and Ecko.
"Come here ya ragamuffin." Garmus scratches Nameless under his chin and strokes his back, enjoying the head butts. "We've just been hangin' around, lookin' at paintins' and books. Nothin' too excitin'." He says, stretching his arms up in the air. "I'm about done with sittin' around."
Ecko, in the interim, had been actively scribing scrolls and copying them into his spellbook. In the day or so the party took to relax, he blew out his entire wallet on scrolls - not that he had anything better to use them on - and spent all day and night tinkering and copying. Hupperdookians rarely slept - Ecko was no exception. Explosions, whistling, and electric crackles irritate every single resident of the House of Rest. The state of Ecko's room is an absolute mess. Ecko didn't seem to care - he was too absentminded to notice a little fire here and there, especially when it could be put out with a little magic!
Ecko bumbles into the bar. A Mage Hand carries his spellbook aloft while another robotic hand attached to his shield holds a quill and writes into a book he holds in his left hand. In his right, he is juggling a series of tools suspended midair by a spectral field Ecko projects as a handy toolbox when tinkering with inventions. Speaking of, he holds something that looks suspiciously like a launcher outfitted for vials of arcane fire. Half the residents scoot away from Ecko as he wanders in. Since looking where he is walking is third on his list of priorities, his gaze splits between his two inventions until - BAM! Ecko crashes into Garmus and practically trips over the dwarf. Emitting random sounds in surprise, he focuses his gaze and picks up the dozens of gear and items spilled on to the floor by the impact. The lenses on his glasses retract into themselves as he panickedly stuffs everything into his already overflowing sack he carries. "Oh! Hey! Garmus! Eralynn! Ysabell! Didn't see you there, haha!" he echoes, switching between various voices in a rapid sentence of speech. "I knew you'd be here. Were you waiting for me? Doesn't matter! More mysteries? I picked up a few spells!" he happily rambles, showing his spellbook - random doodles and nonsensical architectural drawings fill the margins and scribble over arcane wording. It's an absolute mess. But Ecko is proud of it. And he was the only one who could read it. His handwriting is nothing to be commended.
Eralynn "laughs" as Ecko returns, looking him over and wanting to ask many questions. Of course, silly! We're a team, we're not leaving without you. I have the feeling there's more mysteries to solve.
Taking the last bite of his cake Garmus is shoved forward, nearly stabbing himself in the eye with his fork. "What in the nine hells! Watch where yer going ya scatter-witted--" As Garmus prepares to break the rules of Candle Keep he hears a familiar voice and the familiar sound of various bits of metal and other things hitting the floor. "Lad, surely ya don't need all the things ya keep in that sack a yers?" He turns back to the others, shaking his head.
"Ah Ecko, it is always good to see you. Glad to see no flowing books or living spells got to you over the past few days." Ysabell said jovially. Little Nameless echoed Ysa's sentiment with a loud meow in the Kenku's direction.
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CANDLEKEEP MYSTERIES - LEVEL FIVE:
SHEMSHIME'S BEDTIME RHYME
Ah, the joys of looking for work. Perhaps looking for another mystery to solve. And, why not? Everyone loves a good mystery, especially when they take you to Shadowfel grave portals, and cave systems with giant bug looking ants. The camera pans over to our group in the evening as you all look for a room for the night, having returned from killing Meenlocks.
Welcome to the Firefly Cellar beneath the House of Rest. You find yourself drawn to this location for one reasons. The House of Rest has had an influx of guests tonight, and you all were forced to stay in the only available room, which happen to be in the Firefly Cellar - for one heck of an amazing price. FREE!
Take a look at the map in Discord. You enter the Cellar at AREA F1.
As you descent into the Cellar, you hear a conversation: an elderly elf woman is precariously balanced on a ladder while arranging a few of the flowerpots on top of one of the bookcases. She’s engrossed in her work, and doesn't appear to see well.
“Ebder, are you back?”
“I never left!” grumbles a voice around the corner.
“Oh?” The elf looks down and seems surprised at your presence. Then she says, indicating the room around her, “Ah. Visitors. I’m Scribe Varnyr. Sorry for the state of things. As you see, the restoration project is a work in progress. I’ll be with you shortly.” She returns to her work. A moment later, she says, “Actually, would you mind bringing that stack of books downstairs to Ebder? I’ll meet you there.” She points to a small pile of books on a stool. “Thanks so much.”
Ebner is in AREA F2.
Garmus shrugs and grabs the pile of books, he was starting to get used to all these book loving scholars. "We were sent down here fer lodging. Is that down the stairs?" His eyebrow raised in question.
"It sure is! Just down one floor. Go see Ebder and hand him his books. Go on, now." she says. Eralynn looked around. No shadowfel portals, no undead, no people eating bookcases. Sweet!
Seeing no reason why not, Ysa smiled at Scribe before letting Nameless out of it's carrying case. Grabbing a stack of books, she followed Garmus down below towards F2.
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As you head down to AREA F2, you see Ebder sitting at the table, hunched over a book.
"Where ya want these books?" Garmus asks Ebder, adjusting his grip as one almost falls off the top of his pile.
"SHHshsSHh!" Ebder hisses, startling Eralynn. “Keep your voices down, please. I just put my daughter to bed. Take em to K'Tulah, in (AREA F13), they're for her. Go on now. Then i'll show you your rooms."
Garmus' eyebrows come together and he opens his mouth, just about to give Ebder what for, but reigns himself in and decides to let it pass. With a humph, he turns and heads to K'Tulah.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Ysa followed Garmus down to the lowest level towards K'Tulah. As Nameless passed Ebder, the kitten gave the man a loud meow before following the others downstairs.
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Ecko throws Garmus a look of utter horror and rapidly shakes his birdlike head - what sounds like pots and pans clatter in the rucksack he haphazardly throws his inventions in. "I need them for all my work! And to keep my occupied, you silly-" Ecko pauses for a moment and taps his forehead. Aha! He shifts his vocal gears to Garmus's, mimicking: "-clay-brained flap dragon!"
"What is life besides a collection of mysteries!" Ecko blares in a variety of voices. He rummages in his bag and presses his makeshift sonograph that allows for a limited amount of speech when pressing a few jumbled buttons in the correct order. "Try this! It's a little...complicated, ahah, the engineers said my inventions were always too complex - only I could really use them - but it's worth a try, right? I've heard a lot of voices in my time off! I can mimic more effectively now!" he happily declares, each word spoken in a different voice.
"And you as well, Ysabell!" Ecko happily trills, locking his gaze on Nameless and mimicking a few mewling cat sounds towards the probably uncaring feline. He hastily fixes his gaze back on Ysabell - he promised he wouldn't get so easily distracted. "I take it your research has been going well - and no, the spells aren't what's likely to end me. It's the neighbors who can't deal with a few explosions interrupting their sleep. I mean, really - I usually stop tinkering before three in the morning!" A beat. "Usually."
One (or more) of the party members definitely had to pull Ecko away from the bookshelf. He blinks. "Right! I can help with this." He rummages in his bag and pulls out a robotic hand. He presses a button - FWOOSH! What appear to be miniature jetpacks ignite near the palm area and sends the Mage Hand rocketing around the room as Ecko gives the explosive device a fond look. "It can help carry books."
"I need them for all my work! And to keep my occupied, you silly-" Ecko pauses for a moment and taps his forehead. Aha! He shifts his vocal gears to Garmus's, mimicking: "-clay-brained flap dragon!"
If Eralynn had working vocal cords, a hearty laugh would have erupted from her mouth. Instead, she just did it silently.
"Try this! It's a little...complicated, ahah, the engineers said my inventions were always too complex - only I could really use them - but it's worth a try, right? I've heard a lot of voices in my time off! I can mimic more effectively now!" he happily declares, each word spoken in a different voice.
Eralynn took the device, looking at it with great curiosity and uncertainty, unsure what to do. K'Tulah, over in AREA F13, is a tabaxi. Sitting in her room, it's open, and you can see a furnished bed, a washbasin, and a writing desk. The desk has a tiny clockwork oyster resting on it.
"Hello!" she says.