Kallandra, brings her broom around, pursuing the fleeing monster. As she does, she thinks about shooting the thing but decides a prisoner might be a better option. As Ssej grapples with the snake-thing, she calls out the Words to paralyze it.
Grishkar walks about, nursing his pained body. He takes stock of his minions, no worse for wear, if a bit more dumbfounded than usual. The lingering ruckus, though, draws his attention. When he can finally make out the captured pit master, his unsettling smile spreads further than ever. "Well...what a catch we have here. Tell me, does anyone speak its tongue? Surely there must be a way to wrest free the secrets it holds? If not..." The grim figure stares down, like a vulture circling prey. His hand turns its palm toward the pit master's eyes and reveals a vile rune carved and long since scarred into flesh. "Well, everyone serves a purpose in this world. I will ensure this one's is fulfilled.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Grishkar walks about, nursing his pained body. He takes stock of his minions, no worse for wear, if a bit more dumbfounded than usual. The lingering ruckus, though, draws his attention. When he can finally make out the captured pit master, his unsettling smile spreads further than ever. "Well...what a catch we have here. Tell me, does anyone speak its tongue? Surely there must be a watch to wrest free the secrets it holds? If not..." The grim figure stares down, like a vulture circling prey. His hand turns its palm toward the pit master's eyes and reveals a vile rune carved and long since scarred into flesh. "Well, everyone serves a purpose in this world. I will ensure this one's is fulfilled.
With the final stripe the anathema finally drops down in a heap of scales and flesh. Ichika manages to wrest herself free from the vile serpent's now limp grip, and totters towards the center of the camp as well. She carefully sits down beside Brock, moving gently, trying not to hurt the injuries on her legs. She pulls her helmet off, resting it on her thighs, shaking the sweat soaked hair free. "Thank you for the help." She says to Brock. She tries to smile, but it tugs a bloody scratch beside her mouth, so she winces instead. "That was close."
“Don’t mention it lass. You think you be good in the morning or do you need some magical healing, if not take it anyway, for the next fight,” asks Brock pulling up a superior healing potion from his bag of holding.
”Grishkar, I can understand whatever language it can speak, but from what I heard from Yashin’s fighting they can speak the common tongue,” says Brock from his sitting position.
Ichika hesitates for a second, wanting to refuse, but then she takes the potion from Brock's hand, not wanting to drag everyone down for the next fight. "I think I just need to rest,"' she says, a little shy, "But thank you. This will definitely help me next time." She stashes the vial inside the pouch on her belt, for ease of reach, in the case she gets bound by a giant snake, for example.
“Oh we ambushed by snakes once, we had a few different groups hit us,” says Brock taking a seat in the middle of camp a little winded.
“It sounds like you’ve been leading extraordinary lives. Can I ask… why do they try to come after you? I mean, us? Who sends them?” Umeven sits next to Brock, and brushes off some bit of dried blood from his wounds.
“If you want to sing praises of my helpfulness and buy me a pint of ale at the next tavern, that is all the thank you I need,” says Brock letting out his usual laugh for Ichika defusing the air of the tense moment.
“Don’t know. I would assume it be the beings we are trying to get ahead of, but I’m not sure if that is the case,” says Brock with shrug to his shoulders.
”Oh and good shooting hawk. Always can count on you elves to be good with a bow,” says Brock with a laugh at Umeven telling him he was just ribbing him a bit.
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After the enemies are defeated, Yashin makes his way across the field, searching the bodies for any equipment of value and any information on who sent them and why.
Perception 14.
Investigation 3.
Yashin then makes his way back to the others and sits down. “This is the second group of snakemen that have attacked us at night, plus two groups tied to Bane. If they support the group seeking the artifacts, or if they seek them for their own reasons, I know not. Perhaps this one can tell us more, but we can’t afford to let them slow us down.” He glares at the captured Pit Master.
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"Bane, you say? The fallen God of Murder? Interesting..." Grishkar let's the last word linger and draw and he lowers his gaze to the captured Pit Master. "Is that who you serve? Are you a blade in the night looking for a throat? You had better give us names now. That one over there," he nods towards Brock chatting with Umeven, "Can mendyour wounds so I can....unmend them. And let me tell you, there are many, many ways to unmend things."
((Intimidation: 15. Just one good roll, that's all I ask! Any chance my raven can loom menacingly to Help? Lol))
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Kallandra hides a smirk. The necromancer tries so hard to be menacing but, while undeniably dangerous, something about his affect often fell short, so the menace rarely lived up to the danger. "Allow me to give it a try, my friend," She walks up to the prisoner, pulling a vial acid from her pouch and murmuring a quick incantation. Removing the stopper, she gives a deft flick of her wrist, scattering a few drops on the thing's skin. Not enough to cause injury but more than enough to cause pain.
"Tell us who sent you and who you serve," she says in Draconic, with a silky menace in her voice none of the others have heard before. "We have plenty of magic to heal you, hurt you, and heal you again...a long and painful cycle...or perhaps you'd prefer to live as this one's slave," she gestures at Grishkar then flicks more acid on it. Again, enough to hurt but not injure.
Intimidation 10+4. If the acid drops are enough to give advantage here's the second, 18
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Those searching the bodies find 2 normal scimitars, 2 large-sized scimitars, and 2 large-sized longbows. You also find 182 PP and 215 GP.
The anathema has a symbol on a chain around its coils, showing a human body with six arms and a gargantuan serpentine head. You can give me a Religion check to see if you recognize the figure, those who tried this last time though have disadvantage on that check.
"The Cloaked Serpent will kill you all..." The Pit Master captive grunts out as it winces away from the acid. (I am assuming Kallandra has let dow n the hold person by this point...)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"The Cloaked Serpent will kill you all..." The Pit Master captive grunts out as it winces away from the acid. (I am assuming Kallandra has let dow n the hold person by this point...)
“The Cloaked Serpent, is it? And why does such an august individual want us dead? Have we offended in some fashion?“ Kallandra asks, still speaking in Draconic, even as she ponders who or what The Cloaked Serpent is.
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Yashin piles up the weapons and gold by the wagon and points them out to Brock. The dwarf has done a good job of keeping track of the spoils of their little engagements. He gives the chain and symbol another long look and places it in his pouch, keeping hold of it for now.
Religion 18.
He approaches the Pit Master and growls “How did you find us?”
He approaches the Pit Master and growls “How did you find us?”
Switching from Draconic to Primordial, which she knows Yashin understands, but hopes the Pit Master does not, she glances at the goliath. "How about we stick to just one questioner, hmm? Too many questions from too many people can ruin an interrogation, and right now its responding to me." She speaks pleasantly enough, but her beautiful elfin eyes harden with her irritation. "I'll get to that one soon, I promise."
Turning back to the Pit Master, she says, switching back to Draconic, "I asked you something. Tell us about The Cloaked Serpent." She raises the vial of acid suggestively.
Kallandra, brings her broom around, pursuing the fleeing monster. As she does, she thinks about shooting the thing but decides a prisoner might be a better option. As Ssej grapples with the snake-thing, she calls out the Words to paralyze it.
Hold Monster, DC 21 Save
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Umeven Wisdom save 19
Umeven just shoots into the ground to show he’s a team player before going about collecting his arrows.
“Is this what you all have been dealing with all the time?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
“Oh we ambushed by snakes once, we had a few different groups hit us,” says Brock taking a seat in the middle of camp a little winded.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Grishkar walks about, nursing his pained body. He takes stock of his minions, no worse for wear, if a bit more dumbfounded than usual. The lingering ruckus, though, draws his attention. When he can finally make out the captured pit master, his unsettling smile spreads further than ever. "Well...what a catch we have here. Tell me, does anyone speak its tongue? Surely there must be a way to wrest free the secrets it holds? If not..." The grim figure stares down, like a vulture circling prey. His hand turns its palm toward the pit master's eyes and reveals a vile rune carved and long since scarred into flesh. "Well, everyone serves a purpose in this world. I will ensure this one's is fulfilled.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
ooc: Nice post :)
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
With the final stripe the anathema finally drops down in a heap of scales and flesh. Ichika manages to wrest herself free from the vile serpent's now limp grip, and totters towards the center of the camp as well. She carefully sits down beside Brock, moving gently, trying not to hurt the injuries on her legs. She pulls her helmet off, resting it on her thighs, shaking the sweat soaked hair free. "Thank you for the help." She says to Brock. She tries to smile, but it tugs a bloody scratch beside her mouth, so she winces instead. "That was close."
“Don’t mention it lass. You think you be good in the morning or do you need some magical healing, if not take it anyway, for the next fight,” asks Brock pulling up a superior healing potion from his bag of holding.
”Grishkar, I can understand whatever language it can speak, but from what I heard from Yashin’s fighting they can speak the common tongue,” says Brock from his sitting position.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Ichika hesitates for a second, wanting to refuse, but then she takes the potion from Brock's hand, not wanting to drag everyone down for the next fight. "I think I just need to rest,"' she says, a little shy, "But thank you. This will definitely help me next time." She stashes the vial inside the pouch on her belt, for ease of reach, in the case she gets bound by a giant snake, for example.
“It sounds like you’ve been leading extraordinary lives. Can I ask… why do they try to come after you? I mean, us? Who sends them?” Umeven sits next to Brock, and brushes off some bit of dried blood from his wounds.
Paladin - warforged - orange
“If you want to sing praises of my helpfulness and buy me a pint of ale at the next tavern, that is all the thank you I need,” says Brock letting out his usual laugh for Ichika defusing the air of the tense moment.
“Don’t know. I would assume it be the beings we are trying to get ahead of, but I’m not sure if that is the case,” says Brock with shrug to his shoulders.
”Oh and good shooting hawk. Always can count on you elves to be good with a bow,” says Brock with a laugh at Umeven telling him he was just ribbing him a bit.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
After the enemies are defeated, Yashin makes his way across the field, searching the bodies for any equipment of value and any information on who sent them and why.
Perception 14.
Investigation 3.
Yashin then makes his way back to the others and sits down. “This is the second group of snakemen that have attacked us at night, plus two groups tied to Bane. If they support the group seeking the artifacts, or if they seek them for their own reasons, I know not. Perhaps this one can tell us more, but we can’t afford to let them slow us down.” He glares at the captured Pit Master.
"Bane, you say? The fallen God of Murder? Interesting..." Grishkar let's the last word linger and draw and he lowers his gaze to the captured Pit Master. "Is that who you serve? Are you a blade in the night looking for a throat? You had better give us names now. That one over there," he nods towards Brock chatting with Umeven, "Can mendyour wounds so I can....unmend them. And let me tell you, there are many, many ways to unmend things."
((Intimidation: 15. Just one good roll, that's all I ask! Any chance my raven can loom menacingly to Help? Lol))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kallandra hides a smirk. The necromancer tries so hard to be menacing but, while undeniably dangerous, something about his affect often fell short, so the menace rarely lived up to the danger. "Allow me to give it a try, my friend," She walks up to the prisoner, pulling a vial acid from her pouch and murmuring a quick incantation. Removing the stopper, she gives a deft flick of her wrist, scattering a few drops on the thing's skin. Not enough to cause injury but more than enough to cause pain.
"Tell us who sent you and who you serve," she says in Draconic, with a silky menace in her voice none of the others have heard before. "We have plenty of magic to heal you, hurt you, and heal you again...a long and painful cycle...or perhaps you'd prefer to live as this one's slave," she gestures at Grishkar then flicks more acid on it. Again, enough to hurt but not injure.
Intimidation 10+4. If the acid drops are enough to give advantage here's the second, 18
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Ssej would help Yashin searching the dead bodies and then will keep an eye out for any other enemies in the area.
Helping Yashin Search Investigation: 7
Keeping a look out - Perception: 18
Those searching the bodies find 2 normal scimitars, 2 large-sized scimitars, and 2 large-sized longbows. You also find 182 PP and 215 GP.
The anathema has a symbol on a chain around its coils, showing a human body with six arms and a gargantuan serpentine head. You can give me a Religion check to see if you recognize the figure, those who tried this last time though have disadvantage on that check.
"The Cloaked Serpent will kill you all..." The Pit Master captive grunts out as it winces away from the acid. (I am assuming Kallandra has let dow n the hold person by this point...)
((Assuming information is shared, Religion: 27. Does the roll apply to "The Cloaked Serpent as well?))
((Even with a +9 to Religion, I get nothing :/))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kallandra Religion 19
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
“The Cloaked Serpent, is it? And why does such an august individual want us dead? Have we offended in some fashion?“ Kallandra asks, still speaking in Draconic, even as she ponders who or what The Cloaked Serpent is.
OOC: what roll should she make?
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Yashin piles up the weapons and gold by the wagon and points them out to Brock. The dwarf has done a good job of keeping track of the spoils of their little engagements. He gives the chain and symbol another long look and places it in his pouch, keeping hold of it for now.
Religion 18.
He approaches the Pit Master and growls “How did you find us?”
Switching from Draconic to Primordial, which she knows Yashin understands, but hopes the Pit Master does not, she glances at the goliath. "How about we stick to just one questioner, hmm? Too many questions from too many people can ruin an interrogation, and right now its responding to me." She speaks pleasantly enough, but her beautiful elfin eyes harden with her irritation. "I'll get to that one soon, I promise."
Turning back to the Pit Master, she says, switching back to Draconic, "I asked you something. Tell us about The Cloaked Serpent." She raises the vial of acid suggestively.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric