With the sentient books defeated, Ysabell took her scythe - now somehow dramatically stretched - and poked at the pile to make sure they were trying some sort of clever deception. Satisfied, she turned to the others and said, "Well that was rather exciting wasn't it. Hopefully though, Matreous hasn't been eaten by one of those things; he didn't seem like much of a fighter." Then turning to the gangly Kenku, "Do you think saying Tyler caused the books to animate?" she asked him, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just repeated the potential taboo word.
Ecko spends a minute to find the appropriate sonograph between the half dozen strewn around by the vortex of volumes. He eventually decides to choose one that was probably defective. The voice sounds clunky and stumbles on certain aspects of speech - and has a Gnomish accent so strong it likely inhibits understanding messages more than the damaged apparatus itself. “I hope he isn’t dead! I have so many questions for him. I assume the command word was said, yes - but why would books summon something like that to attack for no apparent reason? It must have done something else. I suppose we can continue looking?” he replies to Ysabell, nodding his head and energetically gesticulating with his hands to communicate.
Ecko will sift through the tomes the creature was made of, searching for clues - and more importantly, exciting books to read.
Afterwards, he gives the feline another glance. Was it following them? He drops to his knees and reflects a random selection of cat noises he’s overheard in his life, attempting to discern a meaning of the cat’s intentions. Besides canned tuna. Ecko didn’t have any.
If nothing turns up, Ecko will return to M5 and speak the command word, wondering if the door somehow unlocks.
Lots of interesting books to read, on various typical subjects. Speaking the word "Tyler" has no effect. The cat, however, purrs as it walks between your legs.
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"Well aren't you cute," Ysabell commented when noticed the little feline behind them. "Would you like to come with us for a bit?" She asks it as she kneeled and beckoned it towards her.
Animal Handling: 16 (If the cat comes to her, she'll pick it up and put it in her pack to take with her! XD)
Ecko scratches his neck, giving a wary look towards the ruffled cat. "I suppose the cat's out of the bag. Isn't that an expression? I don't know. What do you think it wants?" He approaches, giving it the ol' scritch around the ears. He whispers something about Tylers and mansions. This cat looks like it didn't get out much. He dangles the glow-in-the-dark beholder ornament in front of it. Animal Handling: 12
Ecko gives a disappointed look towards the cat as it wanders away. He mimics the sound of a dog barking out of amused spite. He adjusts his glasses and aids with the searching.
Is the area to M5 still locked? Ecko repeats the word 'TYLER' over and over, running around the house to see if any other constructs jumped out at him. He doesn't seem too worried about the danger - you get the sense Ecko doesn't have the best sense of judgement when it comes to dangerous situations. His stories about the safety measures in the crazy town of Hupperdook likely shed light on why.
Ecko picks through the remnants of the treacherous Tyler vortex of volumes, searching for any clues. If that proves fruitless, he mills around, aiding in general investigation with a particular interest in transmutational tomes and imp statues. If nothing at all happens, he outright calls to the man they were sent to meet. The walls couldn't be too thick, could they? Maybe mansions had magical soundproofing.
Ecko thinks about the floor plan. He thinks some more. He remembers - a door! Ecko confidently strides through M6 to area M7, since their player somehow didn't see that sneaky bastard on the map. Ecko chitters something excitedly, as if he'd discovered something significant. The rip in the sack slung across his back occasionally spills screws and little gears, leaving a Hansel-and-Gretel track of metallic clinks on the ground wherever the Kenku walks.
The shelves in this pantry are stocked with sacks of flour, vegetables, preserved meats, and other staples—all the dry goods needed to sustain a household.
"Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?"
Ysabell is a tad disappointed when the cat decides to leave in favor of stay with the party for a while. Unsure why it would choose to be trapped in this odd place by itself for all eternity, Ysabell drops the subject and follows the others back into the kitchen with the Imps. "Does the world Tyler mean anything to you? It seems to causes the books in this mansion to get a bit agitated." Ysabell comments to the Imps.
"Ya seen any books around with letters on the spines?" Garmus asks Coriander.
"Why yes, excellent question! There's one in (M5), but that room is locked isn't it."He snaps his fingers, and you hear a loud CLICK! "Try it now! Be careful in there!"
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With the sentient books defeated, Ysabell took her scythe - now somehow dramatically stretched - and poked at the pile to make sure they were trying some sort of clever deception. Satisfied, she turned to the others and said, "Well that was rather exciting wasn't it. Hopefully though, Matreous hasn't been eaten by one of those things; he didn't seem like much of a fighter." Then turning to the gangly Kenku, "Do you think saying Tyler caused the books to animate?" she asked him, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just repeated the potential taboo word.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
"Maybe that was it's name." Eralynn drew in her sketchbook, trying not to laugh. She scolds the book pile.
Ecko spends a minute to find the appropriate sonograph between the half dozen strewn around by the vortex of volumes. He eventually decides to choose one that was probably defective. The voice sounds clunky and stumbles on certain aspects of speech - and has a Gnomish accent so strong it likely inhibits understanding messages more than the damaged apparatus itself. “I hope he isn’t dead! I have so many questions for him. I assume the command word was said, yes - but why would books summon something like that to attack for no apparent reason? It must have done something else. I suppose we can continue looking?” he replies to Ysabell, nodding his head and energetically gesticulating with his hands to communicate.
Ecko will sift through the tomes the creature was made of, searching for clues - and more importantly, exciting books to read.
Afterwards, he gives the feline another glance. Was it following them? He drops to his knees and reflects a random selection of cat noises he’s overheard in his life, attempting to discern a meaning of the cat’s intentions. Besides canned tuna. Ecko didn’t have any.
If nothing turns up, Ecko will return to M5 and speak the command word, wondering if the door somehow unlocks.
Lots of interesting books to read, on various typical subjects. Speaking the word "Tyler" has no effect. The cat, however, purrs as it walks between your legs.
Raastin looks down to see if the cat has a collar. "Maybe the clue has been in front of us the whole time. What's your name, little fella?"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
The cat has no collar, sadly. It's very friendly and curious, as if it rarely gets visitors.
"Well aren't you cute," Ysabell commented when noticed the little feline behind them. "Would you like to come with us for a bit?" She asks it as she kneeled and beckoned it towards her.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
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Mmm. The cat's not too thrilled about being in the pack.
Ecko scratches his neck, giving a wary look towards the ruffled cat. "I suppose the cat's out of the bag. Isn't that an expression? I don't know. What do you think it wants?" He approaches, giving it the ol' scritch around the ears. He whispers something about Tylers and mansions. This cat looks like it didn't get out much. He dangles the glow-in-the-dark beholder ornament in front of it. Animal Handling: 12
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Sick and tired of your shit, apparently, it trots off to do other things cats do and wanders off.
Eralynn tries to stifle a giggle, waving to it as it meanders off.
"Alright! Enough lollygagging!" Garmus barks. "Where to next?" He asks.
Eralynn startles. She turns back to the group and eagerly awaits where to go next.
Raastin says, "I guess we re-examine the rooms again." He'll move to M4 looking for hidden doors and such and then on to M5 and so forth.
M4 Investigate: 7
M5 Investigate: 20
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Ecko gives a disappointed look towards the cat as it wanders away. He mimics the sound of a dog barking out of amused spite. He adjusts his glasses and aids with the searching.
Is the area to M5 still locked? Ecko repeats the word 'TYLER' over and over, running around the house to see if any other constructs jumped out at him. He doesn't seem too worried about the danger - you get the sense Ecko doesn't have the best sense of judgement when it comes to dangerous situations. His stories about the safety measures in the crazy town of Hupperdook likely shed light on why.
Ecko picks through the remnants of the treacherous Tyler vortex of volumes, searching for any clues. If that proves fruitless, he mills around, aiding in general investigation with a particular interest in transmutational tomes and imp statues. If nothing at all happens, he outright calls to the man they were sent to meet. The walls couldn't be too thick, could they? Maybe mansions had magical soundproofing.
Listening to an inner voice causing discord in his head, Raastin mutters. "I think we need to find more books."
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Ecko thinks about the floor plan. He thinks some more. He remembers - a door! Ecko confidently strides through M6 to area M7, since their player somehow didn't see that sneaky bastard on the map. Ecko chitters something excitedly, as if he'd discovered something significant. The rip in the sack slung across his back occasionally spills screws and little gears, leaving a Hansel-and-Gretel track of metallic clinks on the ground wherever the Kenku walks.
"Hello again!" Coriander barks, happily.
M7 - PANTRY
The shelves in this pantry are stocked with sacks of flour, vegetables, preserved meats, and other staples—all the dry goods needed to sustain a household.
"Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?"
"Ya seen any books around with letters on the spines?" Garmus asks Coriander.
Ysabell is a tad disappointed when the cat decides to leave in favor of stay with the party for a while. Unsure why it would choose to be trapped in this odd place by itself for all eternity, Ysabell drops the subject and follows the others back into the kitchen with the Imps. "Does the world Tyler mean anything to you? It seems to causes the books in this mansion to get a bit agitated." Ysabell comments to the Imps.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
"Ya seen any books around with letters on the spines?" Garmus asks Coriander.
"Why yes, excellent question! There's one in (M5), but that room is locked isn't it." He snaps his fingers, and you hear a loud CLICK! "Try it now! Be careful in there!"