Good enough for Syd to be relatively certain that they are Sylvan. In any case, he thinks that making obscene gestures at dragons might not be in his best interest, whether they're Draconic gestures or not.
(Why the heck did I pick Abyssal and Giant instead of Sylvan and Draconic?)
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Cerlinde says, in sylvan “Now, now- let’s all get along. And watch out for the mimic- it’s hungry again. Desert will be ready in no time, I’m sure!”
Discreetly, Ollezall will point out the corpses of the down stairs laboratory " I'm not sure how self cleaning this mansion is, but it might prevent the smell if Fed disposed of the remains......they are technically just flesh now; any soul the creatures had have left their bodies. Or we could bury them in the makeshift forest, I just figure feeding the mimic kills 2 birds with the same stone and prevents Fed's menu from extending to the living house guests once again."
Good enough for Syd to be relatively certain that they are Sylvan. In any case, he thinks that making obscene gestures at dragons might not be in his best interest, whether they're Draconic gestures or not.
(Not at the dragons, with the dragons, with them!)
Cerlinde says, in sylvan “Now, now- let’s all get along. And watch out for the mimic- it’s hungry again. Desert will be ready in no time, I’m sure!”
Discreetly, Ollezall will point out the corpses of the down stairs laboratory " I'm not sure how self cleaning this mansion is, but it might prevent the smell if Fed disposed of the remains......they are technically just flesh now; any soul the creatures had have left their bodies. Or we could bury them in the makeshift forest, I just figure feeding the mimic kills 2 birds with the same stone and prevents Fed's menu from extending to the living house guests once again."
So would you like to bring Fed down to the corpses or the corpses to Fed? ;-)
Good enough for Syd to be relatively certain that they are Sylvan. In any case, he thinks that making obscene gestures at dragons might not be in his best interest, whether they're Draconic gestures or not.
(Not at the dragons, with the dragons, with them!)
An important distinction to be sure!
Let's say that the faerie dragons and homunculi settle down a bit, such that Mohdrak can offer some guidance on preparing and serving the desserts. The faerie dragons, despite their previous anarchic tendencies, make quite a show of tying up their napkins around their necks, sitting very patiently while being served, then very daintily using their utensils to eat. They engage in pleasant small talk amongst themselves and the homunculi, which Cerlinde can understand. All the while, they emit stifled giggles, as they are thoroughly enjoying their little game of mimicking humanoid dining customs.
Syd suggests, "Cerlinde, ask the dragons about the former owner of this place, any info might be useful in determining the keyword to unlock our passage home. Please."
"ok Syd_ I did ask them some, but maybe now that they are in a good mood i can get more out of them, or the Homunculi.."
Cerlinde speaks in Sylvan (just to rub it in to the druid) "
So, we were wanting to learn everything you know or remember about FIstandia- did she often have guests here? What is upstairs in this mansion? Anything you ever noticed her saying when she would leave? how did she come and go? how long has she been gone?
" (she doesn't ask all these in a row, but sprinkles them in amongst small talk)
Ollezall goes downstairs and collects some of the smaller corpses in a bag or sack. He brings them to fed; remembering that the bricks in the wall have more intelligence, Ollezall will say while pointing to the bag:
" Bad things hurt friends. Hurt friends means bad things dead now." Ollezall nods head at fed to make sure it follows. Pointing to fed " Fed still hungry?" Pointing back to the bag " food in bag, okay to eat." Pointing to friends (everyone living in the room) " eating friends, bad. Understand?" Ollezall nods again and holds the bag out to Fed/chair as an offer.
Whatever invisible thing had perched upon Mohrak's horns finally revealed itself. It was a miniature dragon, orange in scales, but with some features he assumed were elvish in nature. Fey? Sylvan? There was a proper word for it but he could not find it. It did make the critter look more pleasing to the eye though, cute one might even say. Certainly not like those fire and flame spewing monstrosities that always tend to pop up in stories. The minotaur certainly did not fancy himself a knight so he did not know if he could go toe to toe with one. Or claw to hoof. Or teeth to horn. Though the idea of wrestling one to the ground did occasionally allow for a flight of fancy.
Not that he wanted to smack the little thing down, certainly not. So far it's only crime was unwanted littering atop his crown and much like a bird nesting in one's favourite tree, he could hardly fault it for that. It was more playful than anything else which took away a lot of the scare factor. One might even say that Mohdrak had begun to relax his shoulders and get used to the cacophony of tiny servants, miaowing cats and fluttering miniature dragons.
Even more surprising was how well-mannered they turned out to be! Sitting down patiently, tying a napkin properly and even using utensils to pick up the cheese, nuts and fruits Mohdrak placed on the table for dessert. He was even curious how they would partake of the wine and served both of them a goblet filled for two-thirds with the mulled wine he had paired with the cheese. Perhaps I should get one. He thought to himself, before remembering the stunt they had pulled with Syd. Maybe I ought to start with a cat first.
Mohdrak amused himself with watching the various critters around the room and table. He did not understand a single word Cerline was saying but he could imagine she was asking the faerie dragons for information.
"ok Syd_ I did ask them some, but maybe now that they are in a good mood i can get more out of them, or the Homunculi.."
Cerlinde speaks in Sylvan (just to rub it in to the druid) "
So, we were wanting to learn everything you know or remember about FIstandia- did she often have guests here? What is upstairs in this mansion? Anything you ever noticed her saying when she would leave? how did she come and go? how long has she been gone?
" (she doesn't ask all these in a row, but sprinkles them in amongst small talk)
The faerie dragons politely reply to Cerlinde's questions, making sure not to speak with their mouths full and putting their silverware down before responding. "Well, those are very good questions. We don't spend a lot of time in the mansion proper, but I don't remember any guests since we were brought here by Freyot, another powerful wizard. Freyot thought we might be entertaining gifts for Fistandia. He stayed here with Fistandia for some months and I suppose they probably left and returned a few times, but I don't recall witnessing those events. I know they did spend a fair amount of time on the other floors of the mansion as I've seen them through the upstairs windows studying and in the planetarium up there. Then one day, probably a couple of years ago now, they must have left, because no one has seen them since! I can't believe they left us here with their servants and cats! Like we said, your arrival is such a gift, please don't leave us here again! It's soooo borrrrinnngg!"
Ollezall goes downstairs and collects some of the smaller corpses in a bag or sack. He brings them to fed; remembering that the bricks in the wall have more intelligence, Ollezall will say while pointing to the bag:
" Bad things hurt friends. Hurt friends means bad things dead now." Ollezall nods head at fed to make sure it follows. Pointing to fed " Fed still hungry?" Pointing back to the bag " food in bag, okay to eat." Pointing to friends (everyone living in the room) " eating friends, bad. Understand?" Ollezall nods again and holds the bag out to Fed/chair as an offer.
Fed's tendrils wave about excitedly when Ollezall holds out the bag, before recalling that it was expected to be discreet. It was exhausted from trying to understand Ollezall's message while eating the rolls at the same time. Being a semi-civilized mimic sure had its ups and downs, but being delivered a giant bag of food surely makes the exertion worth it. Fed reaches out tentatively with its tendrils to take the bag, lowering it gingerly into his seat cushion. Ollezall can hear the bag tearing as Fed bites into the bottom of it and slowly starts munching on the contents. Fed seems to be quite content.
Whatever invisible thing had perched upon Mohrak's horns finally revealed itself. It was a miniature dragon, orange in scales, but with some features he assumed were elvish in nature. Fey? Sylvan? There was a proper word for it but he could not find it. It did make the critter look more pleasing to the eye though, cute one might even say. Certainly not like those fire and flame spewing monstrosities that always tend to pop up in stories. The minotaur certainly did not fancy himself a knight so he did not know if he could go toe to toe with one. Or claw to hoof. Or teeth to horn. Though the idea of wrestling one to the ground did occasionally allow for a flight of fancy.
Not that he wanted to smack the little thing down, certainly not. So far it's only crime was unwanted littering atop his crown and much like a bird nesting in one's favourite tree, he could hardly fault it for that. It was more playful than anything else which took away a lot of the scare factor. One might even say that Mohdrak had begun to relax his shoulders and get used to the cacophony of tiny servants, miaowing cats and fluttering miniature dragons.
Even more surprising was how well-mannered they turned out to be! Sitting down patiently, tying a napkin properly and even using utensils to pick up the cheese, nuts and fruits Mohdrak placed on the table for dessert. He was even curious how they would partake of the wine and served both of them a goblet filled for two-thirds with the mulled wine he had paired with the cheese. Perhaps I should get one. He thought to himself, before remembering the stunt they had pulled with Syd. Maybe I ought to start with a cat first.
Mohdrak amused himself with watching the various critters around the room and table. He did not understand a single word Cerline was saying but he could imagine she was asking the faerie dragons for information.
After delivering the wine to the faerie dragons, who had resumed eating after answering Cerlinde's questions, Mohdrak could observe them picking up their glasses with a puzzled expression. The dragons looks at him somewhat suspiciously before they took a sniff. At the recognition of the smell of a fermented beverage, their expressions immediately changed to one of joyful surprise. After taking healthy first sips, they both burst out laughing and start jabbering at Mohdrak excitedly, apparently quite pleased with the wine! They quickly finish their glasses and seem to be a bit tipsy. The dragons now have their arms around each other and are holding their empty glasses aloft, singing together and swaying. One of them burps and a tiny cloud of orange gas is expelled. That causes a great deal more laughter, more burping, and more gas to be expelled, which is quickly filling the room. The cats make a break for the open door, meowing indignantly. Cumin and Coriander curse loudly and spring into action, grabbing some dish towels and waving them at the gas cloud, attempting to dispel it. Unfortunately, this only has the effect of spreading the gas further.
If you'd like to avoid the effects of the gas, I'll give you the option of a WIS saving throw (breath ability as written), CON saving throw (you hold your breath), or Acrobatics check to nimbly roll out of the room. All DC 11. If you would prefer to be affected by the gas, then by all means, please breathe in deeply!
Ollezall willingly fails the check, and takes a deep breath. To himself, Ollezall thinks *I coulda' saved Haven; but then I got high, I could've rolled, and I coulda' passed;but then I got high. Now I'm dancing like a fool, and I don't know why.....*
Ollezall let's the effects of the faerie breath attack take him.
Ollezall and Cerlinde, our seasoned veterans, both succumb to the euphoria. One willingly and one through a momentary loss of composure, but the result is the same: they join the dragons, Cumin, and Coriander in uncontrollable fits of laughter and song. Ollezall doesn't know what he's singing, but somehow he knows all the words as they sway together. Even Fed is chortling and attempting to croak out something resembling a tune in his inimitable, slightly disgusting way. It's quite a scene here in the dining room, probably one that Fistandia could never have imagined when she crafted this lovely place of solace and erudition.
Ollezall casts light, claps his hands together and starts waving them in the air as he sings and moves. " You know I was trying to find the meaning of life while I served Hermitage? Well now I don't even care....I've never felt this unburdened in my entire life....I wish I could forget what I learned that day....." Ollezall trails off from his lucid thought and regresses back into euphoria driven babble and nonsense. He starts interpretive dancing with his hands, waving them in twirling circular movements.
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Syd's Insight into all things obscene: 13
Good enough for Syd to be relatively certain that they are Sylvan. In any case, he thinks that making obscene gestures at dragons might not be in his best interest, whether they're Draconic gestures or not.
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Cerlinde says, in sylvan “Now, now- let’s all get along. And watch out for the mimic- it’s hungry again. Desert will be ready in no time, I’m sure!”
(Giant is one of the Firbolg languages, so that's easy, but Abyssal is kind of a head scratcher when Sylvan was still on the board! ;-)
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Discreetly, Ollezall will point out the corpses of the down stairs laboratory " I'm not sure how self cleaning this mansion is, but it might prevent the smell if Fed disposed of the remains......they are technically just flesh now; any soul the creatures had have left their bodies. Or we could bury them in the makeshift forest, I just figure feeding the mimic kills 2 birds with the same stone and prevents Fed's menu from extending to the living house guests once again."
Syd grumbles, "First a forest room, now a desert room? With invisible cacti that make you sing opera, no doubt.
Not a bad idea about using the mimic for cleanup, though, just as long as it doesn't decide to snack on us when we're sleeping!"
(Not at the dragons, with the dragons, with them!)
So would you like to bring Fed down to the corpses or the corpses to Fed? ;-)
An important distinction to be sure!
Let's say that the faerie dragons and homunculi settle down a bit, such that Mohdrak can offer some guidance on preparing and serving the desserts. The faerie dragons, despite their previous anarchic tendencies, make quite a show of tying up their napkins around their necks, sitting very patiently while being served, then very daintily using their utensils to eat. They engage in pleasant small talk amongst themselves and the homunculi, which Cerlinde can understand. All the while, they emit stifled giggles, as they are thoroughly enjoying their little game of mimicking humanoid dining customs.
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Syd suggests, "Cerlinde, ask the dragons about the former owner of this place, any info might be useful in determining the keyword to unlock our passage home. Please."
"ok Syd_ I did ask them some, but maybe now that they are in a good mood i can get more out of them, or the Homunculi.."
Cerlinde speaks in Sylvan (just to rub it in to the druid) "
So, we were wanting to learn everything you know or remember about FIstandia- did she often have guests here? What is upstairs in this mansion? Anything you ever noticed her saying when she would leave? how did she come and go? how long has she been gone?
" (she doesn't ask all these in a row, but sprinkles them in amongst small talk)
Ollezall goes downstairs and collects some of the smaller corpses in a bag or sack. He brings them to fed; remembering that the bricks in the wall have more intelligence, Ollezall will say while pointing to the bag:
" Bad things hurt friends. Hurt friends means bad things dead now." Ollezall nods head at fed to make sure it follows. Pointing to fed " Fed still hungry?" Pointing back to the bag " food in bag, okay to eat." Pointing to friends (everyone living in the room) " eating friends, bad. Understand?" Ollezall nods again and holds the bag out to Fed/chair as an offer.
Whatever invisible thing had perched upon Mohrak's horns finally revealed itself. It was a miniature dragon, orange in scales, but with some features he assumed were elvish in nature. Fey? Sylvan? There was a proper word for it but he could not find it. It did make the critter look more pleasing to the eye though, cute one might even say. Certainly not like those fire and flame spewing monstrosities that always tend to pop up in stories. The minotaur certainly did not fancy himself a knight so he did not know if he could go toe to toe with one. Or claw to hoof. Or teeth to horn. Though the idea of wrestling one to the ground did occasionally allow for a flight of fancy.
Not that he wanted to smack the little thing down, certainly not. So far it's only crime was unwanted littering atop his crown and much like a bird nesting in one's favourite tree, he could hardly fault it for that. It was more playful than anything else which took away a lot of the scare factor. One might even say that Mohdrak had begun to relax his shoulders and get used to the cacophony of tiny servants, miaowing cats and fluttering miniature dragons.
Even more surprising was how well-mannered they turned out to be! Sitting down patiently, tying a napkin properly and even using utensils to pick up the cheese, nuts and fruits Mohdrak placed on the table for dessert. He was even curious how they would partake of the wine and served both of them a goblet filled for two-thirds with the mulled wine he had paired with the cheese. Perhaps I should get one. He thought to himself, before remembering the stunt they had pulled with Syd. Maybe I ought to start with a cat first.
Mohdrak amused himself with watching the various critters around the room and table. He did not understand a single word Cerline was saying but he could imagine she was asking the faerie dragons for information.
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The faerie dragons politely reply to Cerlinde's questions, making sure not to speak with their mouths full and putting their silverware down before responding. "Well, those are very good questions. We don't spend a lot of time in the mansion proper, but I don't remember any guests since we were brought here by Freyot, another powerful wizard. Freyot thought we might be entertaining gifts for Fistandia. He stayed here with Fistandia for some months and I suppose they probably left and returned a few times, but I don't recall witnessing those events. I know they did spend a fair amount of time on the other floors of the mansion as I've seen them through the upstairs windows studying and in the planetarium up there. Then one day, probably a couple of years ago now, they must have left, because no one has seen them since! I can't believe they left us here with their servants and cats! Like we said, your arrival is such a gift, please don't leave us here again! It's soooo borrrrinnngg!"
Fed's tendrils wave about excitedly when Ollezall holds out the bag, before recalling that it was expected to be discreet. It was exhausted from trying to understand Ollezall's message while eating the rolls at the same time. Being a semi-civilized mimic sure had its ups and downs, but being delivered a giant bag of food surely makes the exertion worth it. Fed reaches out tentatively with its tendrils to take the bag, lowering it gingerly into his seat cushion. Ollezall can hear the bag tearing as Fed bites into the bottom of it and slowly starts munching on the contents. Fed seems to be quite content.
After delivering the wine to the faerie dragons, who had resumed eating after answering Cerlinde's questions, Mohdrak could observe them picking up their glasses with a puzzled expression. The dragons looks at him somewhat suspiciously before they took a sniff. At the recognition of the smell of a fermented beverage, their expressions immediately changed to one of joyful surprise. After taking healthy first sips, they both burst out laughing and start jabbering at Mohdrak excitedly, apparently quite pleased with the wine! They quickly finish their glasses and seem to be a bit tipsy. The dragons now have their arms around each other and are holding their empty glasses aloft, singing together and swaying. One of them burps and a tiny cloud of orange gas is expelled. That causes a great deal more laughter, more burping, and more gas to be expelled, which is quickly filling the room. The cats make a break for the open door, meowing indignantly. Cumin and Coriander curse loudly and spring into action, grabbing some dish towels and waving them at the gas cloud, attempting to dispel it. Unfortunately, this only has the effect of spreading the gas further.
If you'd like to avoid the effects of the gas, I'll give you the option of a WIS saving throw (breath ability as written), CON saving throw (you hold your breath), or Acrobatics check to nimbly roll out of the room. All DC 11. If you would prefer to be affected by the gas, then by all means, please breathe in deeply!
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Syd will attempt to hold his breath (Con Save 26) until he can exit the room.
Syd is able to hold his breath ... for a very, very long time. He exits the room safely.
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Ollezall willingly fails the check, and takes a deep breath. To himself, Ollezall thinks *I coulda' saved Haven; but then I got high, I could've rolled, and I coulda' passed;but then I got high. Now I'm dancing like a fool, and I don't know why.....*
Ollezall let's the effects of the faerie breath attack take him.
Cerlinde also attempts to hold her breath.
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but she bursts out laughing at Olezall’s expression and accidentally inhales..
Ollezall and Cerlinde, our seasoned veterans, both succumb to the euphoria. One willingly and one through a momentary loss of composure, but the result is the same: they join the dragons, Cumin, and Coriander in uncontrollable fits of laughter and song. Ollezall doesn't know what he's singing, but somehow he knows all the words as they sway together. Even Fed is chortling and attempting to croak out something resembling a tune in his inimitable, slightly disgusting way. It's quite a scene here in the dining room, probably one that Fistandia could never have imagined when she crafted this lovely place of solace and erudition.
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Ollezall casts light, claps his hands together and starts waving them in the air as he sings and moves. " You know I was trying to find the meaning of life while I served Hermitage? Well now I don't even care....I've never felt this unburdened in my entire life....I wish I could forget what I learned that day....." Ollezall trails off from his lucid thought and regresses back into euphoria driven babble and nonsense. He starts interpretive dancing with his hands, waving them in twirling circular movements.