Ecko chitters excitedly, "Planetorium! Laboratory!" to the rest, making urgent motions that depicted his newfound primary goal of seeing the stars.
Still, he follows into Area 8. Curious. He looks at the chair and inspects the room - people didn't place chairs randomly like that for no reason. Detect Magic is still up, but Ecko sweeps the room, familiar with the eclectic nature of where Mages hid their stuff. Investigation? 19
If no red flags arise, Ecko plops himself directly onto the chair in the corner, amusedly wondering what it would do, if anything at all.
The chair in the corner is comfortable, and your detect magic isn't picking anything up. Eralynn walks into the room, looking around with a smile. You can tell by her facial movements she considers this place such a wonder! She begins sketching the room with a new crayon she pulls out from her pocket. The buffet table contains silverware and a service for six.
Garmus sees Eralynn get her hand smacked by the imp. He gets up in his face and snarls "Yer also not allowed to touch her, ya bacon-brained measle." He grabs a piece of the bread and stuffs it in his face, brushing the crumbs out of his beard as he turns away looking for something to drink.
"Yer also not allowed to touch her, ya bacon-brained measle."
Eralynn turned red and nodded at the imp once. Yeah. What he said. And she give the imp a little stinkeye and handed Garmus something to drink. She snapped her fingers. And make it snappy.
"Coming right up!!"
Eralynn gave Garmus a secret humorous look, biting her lip. Being tough is fun!
"Hmm. Nothing here either. Should probably check this entire floor first before moving upstairs..." Ysabell comments to no one in particular before moving to M9
This end of the building is an arboretum with open, arched walls. Flowering shrubs and small trees grow between paved paths that meet in a semicircular patio. There’s no sun, but two glowing globes hang above the plants, bathing them in light. There are colorful blossoms everywhere, filling the air with their perfume.
Eralynn looks at the flowers and smiles at how beautiful they are. And, of course, she begins sketching them immediately with her crayon and soot colored fingers.
Raastin wanders among the plants, looking for anything that strikes him as peculiar. He calls out to the others, "So, what exactly is this clue we're looking for?"
Investigation: 16
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Raastin wanders among the plants, looking for anything that strikes him as peculiar. He calls out to the others, "So, what exactly is this clue we're looking for?"
Investigation: 16
"No clue" she said simply as she leaned down to smell some of the flowers. She'll linger in the arboretum for a bit as if there was no urgency, examining the plants and artificial light used to grow them with a mild curiosity.
The flowers and shrubs move as if something is hiding in them, moving and scurrying, but you can't see anything. One thing is certain, the giggling sounds cute, so whatever it is, it's not harmful. Yet.
Ecko finds little interest in plants and shrubbery - he's holding himself back from dismantling those lights up above - but the voices interest him. He tests the laughter in his own voice, reflecting the giggling in perhaps an eerie manner in an attempt to lure them out.
He winds his sonograph again. "If we all surround and begin to dig, do you think we'll eventually find it?"
It's becoming very clear, due to the obvious movements of the plants and the sounds of the giggling, that some sort of small animal is playing. At the last moment, they become visible - it's too very miniature faerie dragons - they both spray you with some sort of glitter breath weapon, and flee out of the arboretum, giggling.
Eralynn, completely doused, "laughs" and bounced on her toes, clapping.
Garmus quirks an eyebrow at Eralynn. "What are ya laughin' for? Ya got dragon spit all over ya." He says, shaking his head. "Let's finish lookin' around."
Eralynn smirked and froze for a moment, contemplating what you said. She then uses one finger, presses on her right nostril, and snorts out glitter from the left. She laughs once more and follows you, getting glitter everywhere and all over her sketchbook.
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Ecko chitters excitedly, "Planetorium! Laboratory!" to the rest, making urgent motions that depicted his newfound primary goal of seeing the stars.
Still, he follows into Area 8. Curious. He looks at the chair and inspects the room - people didn't place chairs randomly like that for no reason. Detect Magic is still up, but Ecko sweeps the room, familiar with the eclectic nature of where Mages hid their stuff. Investigation? 19
If no red flags arise, Ecko plops himself directly onto the chair in the corner, amusedly wondering what it would do, if anything at all.
The chair in the corner is comfortable, and your detect magic isn't picking anything up. Eralynn walks into the room, looking around with a smile. You can tell by her facial movements she considers this place such a wonder! She begins sketching the room with a new crayon she pulls out from her pocket. The buffet table contains silverware and a service for six.
Garmus sees Eralynn get her hand smacked by the imp. He gets up in his face and snarls "Yer also not allowed to touch her, ya bacon-brained measle." He grabs a piece of the bread and stuffs it in his face, brushing the crumbs out of his beard as he turns away looking for something to drink.
Raastin nods to Ecko, "I think the laboratory might be a good place to start, though, the library may hold some clues."
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)
"Yer also not allowed to touch her, ya bacon-brained measle."
Eralynn turned red and nodded at the imp once. Yeah. What he said. And she give the imp a little stinkeye and handed Garmus something to drink. She snapped her fingers. And make it snappy.
"Coming right up!!"
Eralynn gave Garmus a secret humorous look, biting her lip. Being tough is fun!
"Hmm. Nothing here either. Should probably check this entire floor first before moving upstairs..." Ysabell comments to no one in particular before moving to M9
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Garmus gives Eralynn a wink and motions for her to follow Ysabell. He will be right behind her.
M9 - ARBORETUM
This end of the building is an arboretum with open, arched walls. Flowering shrubs and small trees grow between paved paths that meet in a semicircular patio. There’s no sun, but two glowing globes hang above the plants, bathing them in light. There are colorful blossoms everywhere, filling the air with their perfume.
Eralynn looks at the flowers and smiles at how beautiful they are. And, of course, she begins sketching them immediately with her crayon and soot colored fingers.
Raastin wanders among the plants, looking for anything that strikes him as peculiar. He calls out to the others, "So, what exactly is this clue we're looking for?"
Investigation: 16
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)
Eralynn stops sketching, and writes something down, showing it to Raastin.
Clues on how to free Matreous. We need him to lift the curse for Ysa. Not sure how. And then, how to get out.
You can hear light giggling from behind some plants. And rustling.
"No clue" she said simply as she leaned down to smell some of the flowers. She'll linger in the arboretum for a bit as if there was no urgency, examining the plants and artificial light used to grow them with a mild curiosity.
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Raastin moves stealthily to investigate the giggles.
Stealth: 10
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 flowers and shrubs move as if something is hiding in them, moving and scurrying, but you can't see anything. One thing is certain, the giggling sounds cute, so whatever it is, it's not harmful. Yet.
"Hmmmm," Raastin says. "You guys hearing this?"
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Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Eralynn nods, looking with you. She shrugs her shoulders. I don't see anything, but I hear it.
Turning from her examination, Ysabell calls out sweetly to the giggling plants, "Care to share what's so funny?"
(Edit, there shouldn't be a modifier on that roll so it's only an 18)
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Ecko finds little interest in plants and shrubbery - he's holding himself back from dismantling those lights up above - but the voices interest him. He tests the laughter in his own voice, reflecting the giggling in perhaps an eerie manner in an attempt to lure them out.
He winds his sonograph again. "If we all surround and begin to dig, do you think we'll eventually find it?"
The two glowing orbs are driftglobes.
It's becoming very clear, due to the obvious movements of the plants and the sounds of the giggling, that some sort of small animal is playing. At the last moment, they become visible - it's too very miniature faerie dragons - they both spray you with some sort of glitter breath weapon, and flee out of the arboretum, giggling.
Eralynn, completely doused, "laughs" and bounced on her toes, clapping.
Garmus quirks an eyebrow at Eralynn. "What are ya laughin' for? Ya got dragon spit all over ya." He says, shaking his head. "Let's finish lookin' around."
Eralynn smirked and froze for a moment, contemplating what you said. She then uses one finger, presses on her right nostril, and snorts out glitter from the left. She laughs once more and follows you, getting glitter everywhere and all over her sketchbook.