"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."
"Yes I believe so though I should probably test it out before attempting it on the village. You wouldn't happen to know how to create curses or blights would you?" she asked the Kenku.
"We have some books for you. Where would you like them?" Ysa replied kindly to the Tabaxi.
“Create? No. Dispel? Maybe!”Ecko happily chirps towards Ysabell with a wide smile, satisfied in his half-response. He abruptly swivels around and energetically waves towards the Tabaxi. There weren’t many in Hupperdook. He considers replicating some mewls by little Nameless but considers it a touch on the nose. “Hey! How are you? Who are you? Do you like books? I like books. We have a few books for you.” Convinced he found a new best friend who shares his enthusiasm for reading, Ecko excitedly hops on up and prattles a few rapid-fire comments and questions.
"Hi! Good! I'm K'Tulah! Yes! Great! Thanks!" she replies just as fast. "I arrived at Candlekeep six days ago and received permission to use the library to conduct my research on regional forms of folk magic!"
Convinced that Ecko made a new friend, Eralynn looked around and made sure the tabaxi saw that we delivered her books.
"The books?" Ysa repeated a little more forecefully but still in a kindly manner. "Where would you like them." It was clear to see that K'Tulah and Ecko were two birds of a feather (well a bird and a cat) so to speak and probably needed a bit of prodding to keep her attention.
"Oh, anywhere is just fine. Make sure you guys try the pea soup dinner, it's delicious!" she suggests. Eralynn brightens up a bit at hearing this news. Her stomach growls in agreement. "Thank you for bringing me the books."
Garmus sets the pile of books down on the nearest flat surface. "Blast these things!" He barks, barely catching the top one as it tries to slide off the front. "Well, I guess it back upstairs ta figure out our rooms." He turns to head up the stairs, dusting off his beard and smoothing it back down.
Ecko spends the better part of an hour in rapid-fire conversation with K'Tulah about all things magical and wonderful, exchanging favorite books and folktales, at one point coming across the question- "What specifically are you looking for in those books? I might know something! I've read far too many books...or so Ysabell says..,". Ecko even invites her to Candlekeep's very own book club dedicated to crafting magical items! Considering the interaction a success, the brief thought of Garmus being irritated if Ecko spent another minute there flashes in his mind. He smiles and follows the rest of the party with a skip in his step.
K'Tulah remarks about all the things she's looking for, nearly everything excites you on the subject, and you guys spend quite a while talking.
After an hour, Varnyr finds you guys again apologetically says that she’s exhausted from the day’s work and she will check up on you all in the morning. She offers AREAS F8 and F12 as rooms for you guys to stay the night. Behind her is Crinkle, the Kenku server, with a tray of pea soup and bread for you all. With that, Varnyr bids you good night and leaves you guys till tomorrow. Eralynn gasped at the food and politely took a bowl and bread. The moment it was possible to, she ate like a ravenous barbarian, she was so hungry.
Ecko’s eyes immediately widen as he sees the other Kenku. He excitedly approaches and begins belting off piecemeal phrases in a mix of common and Auran. It is difficult enough to understand Ecko already - the party had certainly grown accustomed to his manner of speech. Most of the other people nearby look on in confusion. “Another Kenku! I’ve never seen one before. In fact, this is my first time seeing another Kenku since Hupperdook. Wait - are you from Hupperdook? Do you know what Hupperdook is? No?”
Regardless, Ecko wastes little time in checking the rooms. To everyone’s annoyance, he inspects and rearranges every bit of furniture to his liking. It’s as nonsensical and scattered as his brain.
Crinkle startles as you speak, your rapid fire questions are not something he's used to - he's just supposed to serve food. "SHHHH!" he says, instead. "The baby is sleeping!"
"Thanks fer the food." Garmus takes his soup and bread, digging in, sopping up every last drop with his bread. He leans back with a contented sigh, patting his belly and brushing off the bread crumbs he notices in his beard. "Och, time ta oil ma beard again." He comments as he threads his fingers through it.
"Baby? There's a child down here?" Ysabell asks the Kenku, curious, as she accepted the offered meal. It seemed like an odd place to raise one she thought to herself as she began to eat.
Crinkle nods, and points to Ebder, saying, “Keep your voices down, please. I just put my daughter to bed.”He bows and leaves. You guys have two rooms to share, either AREA F8 or AREA F12.
Eralynn picked AREA F8 for no reason at all. She looked inside. Two beds, positioned on opposite walls, flanked a washbasin in an otherwise bare room. Both beds are made, but the blanket on one of them is a bit rumpled.
Garmus moves on down to F12. He choses the bed that has the best view of the door and sets his pack next to it, getting out a small bottle of oil and a brush. Sitting down, he starts to remove the metal adornments and braids from his beard. An earthy scent fills the air as he rubs a bit of the oil between his palms, warming it. He moves his hands and fingers through his beard, distributing the oil throughout. The process is repeated once more and he grabs his brush, pulling it through his long beard, smoothing it out. Once complete, he stows the oil and brush in his pack. He deftly braids sections of his beard and secures the metal cylinders back in their original spots. Done with his chore, he takes out his whet stone and starts to sharpen his axe.
In AREA F12, a beautiful painting of Candlekeep on the south wall looms over the five beds that crowd this room. A narrow shelf tucked into the northeast corner holds jars of fruit preserves and pickled vegetables. When the time comes, it's time to go to bed and wake up for another adventure!
Ecko, for no reason whatsoever, followed Garmus into the room. He began his usual, frantic ritual of removing the hundreds of trinkets and spare parts wedged in the oversized bag around his back before he halts halfway through. For some nonsensical reason, he immediately packed his bags and moved to the other side of the room and began the whole thing over again.
Hupperdookians were known for rarely ever sleeping. Sure, it cut down on the overall lifespan of the citizens - but why waste time when you had it? Ecko begins fiddling with his inventions and crafting what appears to be a generator that hums a faint forcefield around Ecko's bunk. His mind drifts towards Hupperdook...when would he see the place again? He drops his arms for a moment, overcome by the thought of never seeing it again. But after the moment passes, he instantly returns to work, as cheerful as ever. Sadness didn't linger long in Ecko's brain. He had no room for it.
When morning comes, the shelf containing all pickled vegetables is entirely cleared out. Ecko is already up and refreshing his spells. "I already had breakfast! Where to?" he happily trills.
When you all wake up, you noticed that, as you get out of bed and get dressed, you're humming a tune. Since Eralynn makes no vocal noise, it's in her head, and she can't shake it. After your first night in the Firefly Cellar, you gather around a table in the center of the collection’s main floor for a yummy breakfast. It’s quiet, until you notice that you all are humming a melody under your breath—the same tune that’s been stuck in your head since you woke up. After a moment, you realize that you too are humming along.
After an uneventful evening for Ysabell, she awoke to find herself humming an odd tune; odder considering her indifference to music in general. When she noted the others humming the same tune, each of them synced up perfectly with each other, her face scrunched in thought as she pondered the song and what it could possibly mean. "Well this is certainly odd." she sang to the others in the tune of the song they all heard.
Garmus turns to look at Ysabell, surprise written all over his face at her singing. "How are we all hummin' the same thing?" Garmus replies as he stops eating, halfway through a heaping plate of food.
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"Yes I believe so though I should probably test it out before attempting it on the village. You wouldn't happen to know how to create curses or blights would you?" she asked the Kenku.
"We have some books for you. Where would you like them?" Ysa replied kindly to the Tabaxi.
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“Create? No. Dispel? Maybe!” Ecko happily chirps towards Ysabell with a wide smile, satisfied in his half-response. He abruptly swivels around and energetically waves towards the Tabaxi. There weren’t many in Hupperdook. He considers replicating some mewls by little Nameless but considers it a touch on the nose. “Hey! How are you? Who are you? Do you like books? I like books. We have a few books for you.” Convinced he found a new best friend who shares his enthusiasm for reading, Ecko excitedly hops on up and prattles a few rapid-fire comments and questions.
"Hi! Good! I'm K'Tulah! Yes! Great! Thanks!" she replies just as fast. "I arrived at Candlekeep six days ago and received permission to use the library to conduct my research on regional forms of folk magic!"
Convinced that Ecko made a new friend, Eralynn looked around and made sure the tabaxi saw that we delivered her books.
"The books?" Ysa repeated a little more forecefully but still in a kindly manner. "Where would you like them." It was clear to see that K'Tulah and Ecko were two birds of a feather (well a bird and a cat) so to speak and probably needed a bit of prodding to keep her attention.
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"Oh, anywhere is just fine. Make sure you guys try the pea soup dinner, it's delicious!" she suggests. Eralynn brightens up a bit at hearing this news. Her stomach growls in agreement. "Thank you for bringing me the books."
Garmus sets the pile of books down on the nearest flat surface. "Blast these things!" He barks, barely catching the top one as it tries to slide off the front. "Well, I guess it back upstairs ta figure out our rooms." He turns to head up the stairs, dusting off his beard and smoothing it back down.
Ecko spends the better part of an hour in rapid-fire conversation with K'Tulah about all things magical and wonderful, exchanging favorite books and folktales, at one point coming across the question- "What specifically are you looking for in those books? I might know something! I've read far too many books...or so Ysabell says..,". Ecko even invites her to Candlekeep's very own book club dedicated to crafting magical items! Considering the interaction a success, the brief thought of Garmus being irritated if Ecko spent another minute there flashes in his mind. He smiles and follows the rest of the party with a skip in his step.
K'Tulah remarks about all the things she's looking for, nearly everything excites you on the subject, and you guys spend quite a while talking.
After an hour, Varnyr finds you guys again apologetically says that she’s exhausted from the day’s work and she will check up on you all in the morning. She offers AREAS F8 and F12 as rooms for you guys to stay the night. Behind her is Crinkle, the Kenku server, with a tray of pea soup and bread for you all. With that, Varnyr bids you good night and leaves you guys till tomorrow. Eralynn gasped at the food and politely took a bowl and bread. The moment it was possible to, she ate like a ravenous barbarian, she was so hungry.
Ecko’s eyes immediately widen as he sees the other Kenku. He excitedly approaches and begins belting off piecemeal phrases in a mix of common and Auran. It is difficult enough to understand Ecko already - the party had certainly grown accustomed to his manner of speech. Most of the other people nearby look on in confusion. “Another Kenku! I’ve never seen one before. In fact, this is my first time seeing another Kenku since Hupperdook. Wait - are you from Hupperdook? Do you know what Hupperdook is? No?”
Regardless, Ecko wastes little time in checking the rooms. To everyone’s annoyance, he inspects and rearranges every bit of furniture to his liking. It’s as nonsensical and scattered as his brain.
Crinkle startles as you speak, your rapid fire questions are not something he's used to - he's just supposed to serve food. "SHHHH!" he says, instead. "The baby is sleeping!"
"Thanks fer the food." Garmus takes his soup and bread, digging in, sopping up every last drop with his bread. He leans back with a contented sigh, patting his belly and brushing off the bread crumbs he notices in his beard. "Och, time ta oil ma beard again." He comments as he threads his fingers through it.
"Baby? There's a child down here?" Ysabell asks the Kenku, curious, as she accepted the offered meal. It seemed like an odd place to raise one she thought to herself as she began to eat.
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Crinkle nods, and points to Ebder, saying, “Keep your voices down, please. I just put my daughter to bed.” He bows and leaves. You guys have two rooms to share, either AREA F8 or AREA F12.
Eralynn picked AREA F8 for no reason at all. She looked inside. Two beds, positioned on opposite walls, flanked a washbasin in an otherwise bare room. Both beds are made, but the blanket on one of them is a bit rumpled.
Garmus moves on down to F12. He choses the bed that has the best view of the door and sets his pack next to it, getting out a small bottle of oil and a brush. Sitting down, he starts to remove the metal adornments and braids from his beard. An earthy scent fills the air as he rubs a bit of the oil between his palms, warming it. He moves his hands and fingers through his beard, distributing the oil throughout. The process is repeated once more and he grabs his brush, pulling it through his long beard, smoothing it out. Once complete, he stows the oil and brush in his pack. He deftly braids sections of his beard and secures the metal cylinders back in their original spots. Done with his chore, he takes out his whet stone and starts to sharpen his axe.
In AREA F12, a beautiful painting of Candlekeep on the south wall looms over the five beds that crowd this room. A narrow shelf tucked into the northeast corner holds jars of fruit preserves and pickled vegetables. When the time comes, it's time to go to bed and wake up for another adventure!
Ecko, for no reason whatsoever, followed Garmus into the room. He began his usual, frantic ritual of removing the hundreds of trinkets and spare parts wedged in the oversized bag around his back before he halts halfway through. For some nonsensical reason, he immediately packed his bags and moved to the other side of the room and began the whole thing over again.
Hupperdookians were known for rarely ever sleeping. Sure, it cut down on the overall lifespan of the citizens - but why waste time when you had it? Ecko begins fiddling with his inventions and crafting what appears to be a generator that hums a faint forcefield around Ecko's bunk. His mind drifts towards Hupperdook...when would he see the place again? He drops his arms for a moment, overcome by the thought of never seeing it again. But after the moment passes, he instantly returns to work, as cheerful as ever. Sadness didn't linger long in Ecko's brain. He had no room for it.
When morning comes, the shelf containing all pickled vegetables is entirely cleared out. Ecko is already up and refreshing his spells. "I already had breakfast! Where to?" he happily trills.
When you all wake up, you noticed that, as you get out of bed and get dressed, you're humming a tune. Since Eralynn makes no vocal noise, it's in her head, and she can't shake it. After your first night in the Firefly Cellar, you gather around a table in the center of the collection’s main floor for a yummy breakfast. It’s quiet, until you notice that you all are humming a melody under your breath—the same tune that’s been stuck in your head since you woke up. After a moment, you realize that you too are humming along.
What the heckery?
After an uneventful evening for Ysabell, she awoke to find herself humming an odd tune; odder considering her indifference to music in general. When she noted the others humming the same tune, each of them synced up perfectly with each other, her face scrunched in thought as she pondered the song and what it could possibly mean. "Well this is certainly odd." she sang to the others in the tune of the song they all heard.
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Strangely, you have no recollection of where you've heard this tune before, but you know it expertly. You can't stop humming it.
Garmus turns to look at Ysabell, surprise written all over his face at her singing. "How are we all hummin' the same thing?" Garmus replies as he stops eating, halfway through a heaping plate of food.