Lia dismisses the insubstantial-mark with another wave of her hand. “I don’t know… about cutting you or… whatever… It doesn’t sound sanitary, down here…”.
”What about another tattoo? Can we get the kit for it?…”. She furrows her brow a little and wrinkles her nose, and looks to Stena and the others for ideas.
Stena ignores Buppido as she looks at the Ogrillon,
<Why? Why do we need her? Does she know the way to the surface?>
Then to Gal's request to cut him up.
<I can't cut anything into your face freehand that will look like that bird when I was done. Maybe if Lia does her trick on your face I could trace the outline of it with the tip of a hot knife.>
She looks at the elf's face dubiously and starts to warm to an idea,
<Or we skip the knife all together and I can carve it into some stone, we heat it and put it on your skin. Long as you hold still it will brand on fine without the risk of giving you a new mouth.>
Thom grins and takes Buppido's bait. He's never partaken in Buppido's jokes until now. He's got vested interest in this one. haha
He responds:
"How, mate?!" and he looks excitedly at Buppido to hear the joke. He glances at Stena's disapproval and then for a moment gets a straight face but then can't hold the smile in as he waits for the butt of the joke.
When Galingal comes back to the table and expresses the desire to have some type of bird scratched into the flesh of his face, Thom blurts out "MATE! Are ye mad!? WHY???"
When Lia uses her magic on Galingal's face, Thom says "Yeah! Great work, Madam Lia!"
When Galingal says it needs to be real, Thom says "Uhhhhhh. Yeah, I'm not doing that mate. Anyways, what's she going to help with anyhow mate? Help us get back to the surface? Who are they over there anyway? Galingal mate did they put some magic on you yeah?"
Thom looks on to see if anyone is going to actually cut what Thom thinks is some type of bird on Galingal's face.
I think Thom's mind would be racing as well to see if he knows what this bird like image that Galingal scratches on the table and who wants eched on his face is.
(if it's something to do with up on the surface, then Thom does make the check. If it's something to do with down in the underdark, then please ignore the check as Thom would have no idea.)
You've heard of an entity that goes by the Raven Queen, though you don't know the tenets of her followers, you know she has limited dealings on the Material Plane, but has some connection with death. Making the connection that Galingal is a cleric to a death goddess might make a few things about his ... whole deal... make a bit more sense.
((Jimjar's mingling, anyone else wanting to do anything while he is/before he reports back?))
The pair of duergar keep looking over at Stena, perhaps in response to her keep looking over at them after her muttered insult, the third duergar seems to be placating them.
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<So we don't need her and you've just made a friend after a five minute conversation. Wonderful. Why don't you go get chummy with that tentacle head thing in the corner? Maybe they want to come with us too.>
Stena doesn't break her gaze with Galingal and her dour expression gets tighter.
On the topic of burning Galingal she offers,
<Give me a chisel or a knife and some stone and I make you something your goddess would love to see scorched on you.>
Galingal looks over into the corner at the hooded one with the tentacles. Then he looks back at Stena.
He nods and gets back up. If there’s no sign of the KT showing up yet, he walks across to tentacle hood.
He pauses for a moment then speaks.
”Interested is swapping information about what you’ve seen lately outside the village? I think this place will erupt soon. Chaos. Good to know which direction best when leaving.”
Thom is even more confused when Galingal explains about the Queen and sacrifice, although isn't as surprised when he thinks for a bit about what the scratched image might mean and how it relates to Gal from what he recalls.
He says "Sacrifice. Right. OK Mate, whatever it takes yeah?!" and he watches on as Stena seems to be willing to do it as Galingal heads back over to the other table.
Thom says out of the corner of his mouth to Lia and the Prince if he's listening "Where's Ploopp?"
Lia nods, “I can cast the image again, when you’re ready to… work!…”, she says to Stena and Galingal, with a slight wince. “But maybe not here, eh?… Any harm, or sign of pain, might be enough to trigger that thing up there!”, she says, indicating the thing she can no longer see somewhere up in the rafters.
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Galingal, as you approach, the hands go still on the pipe as the figure waits for you to approach. When you speak, you hear and echoing, reverberating voice in your head..
The figure leans forward and pushes their hood back a bit, revealing that the beard of tentacles join the face, above which nestle a pair of eyes looking at you curiously. The creature seems to have some sort of health or skin condition, their texture looks dry and cracked in many places, the tentacles hanging gaunt and listless until moved. It gestures with a long fingered hand at a stool at its table.
((Don't recall anything from Gal's background that would indicate he'd know what this is without a roll, so roll me some Knowledge please? History would probably suit best.))
<Pleeassse, haave a seeeaat, jooin usss. Leeet usss seee iff weee caann reaachh ann acccorrrdd.>
Shuushar looks back at Stena fixing her with his fish eyes. Her glare won't be winning this staring contest by him blinking first...
Shuushar Insight: 11 (23)
He takes a deep breath, before his burbly fish-voice comes through the spore link, directed at Stena (and Stool) alone.
<Stena, well aware I am of the limitations of my people, and the trouble their excesses can bring. I left to avoid that and find the peace and calm I felt was possible. And I did. I am Awakened, I can see what they cannot. But this town has a chance for us to resupply, and for you>, he looks around at all the folks wanting to return to the surface, <to get a real chance at returning to your homes. I didn't suggest coming here because it was a resort town, where all your wants and desires would be met, we came here to get what is needed to get you home. You scold Galingal, but he's talking to people who may have information. Jimjar as well. I know you are scared... and more alone than before, with Eldeth gone. Know that I am sorry I was not conscious when Gut Plucker got her... I may not have been able to save her, but perhaps I could have made sure she was not alone.>
<But those of us who escaped the drow... if not friends, at least have common cause. And are working to HELP you. Galingal's home is not on the surface, nor Jimjar's, nor Buppido's, nor Sarith's, nor Stool's, nor mine.>
<That's right, my home is the Neverlight Grove! This stuff is yummy!>, Stool chimes in as he packs more food away.
Shuushar smiles, <This is not me chastising you, I am well aware that my own contributions are limited, and as much as I abhor the violence, if I were not traveling with ones practiced in dispensing it, I'd have been dead or recaptured many times over. I will help you, and do what I can to protect and preserve you, and once we part ways, I'll deal with figuring out how I reconcile being an accomplice to violence and death. Perhaps try to see the good in people? If not in everyone, then at least in those who have shown you kindness and caring?>
Shuushar stands up.
<I'm going to go talk to the barkeep, see if he can remember anything that'd be useful for us.>
Stena's expression hardens and twists and she looks ready to explode at Shuushar before she sags then deflates, the anger turning to sorrow and exhaustion. She slumps in her chair and puts her face into her hands as the monk leaves.
Lia’s turn to be frustrated, “Where’s this Ploopp?!…”, she says through gritted teeth to anyone left at the table. “Supposed to be meeting us here right?!”.
"He said he'd meet us here in a few hours, think he was hoping the unrest would convince us to help him... it's been what... 45 minutes to an hour? He might not be here for a couple more hours."
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Lia dismisses the insubstantial-mark with another wave of her hand. “I don’t know… about cutting you or… whatever… It doesn’t sound sanitary, down here…”.
”What about another tattoo? Can we get the kit for it?…”. She furrows her brow a little and wrinkles her nose, and looks to Stena and the others for ideas.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
<Ah, c'mon, no one's gonna guess? It's cause they're both forking close to water!>, Buppido thinks, laughing out loud.
<Hahaha!> Stool joins in clearly not getting Buppido's quip, <What's forking mean?>
<Could check out that shop across the way, see if they have anything that'd let you make a permanent mark.>, Sarith suggests.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Stena ignores Buppido as she looks at the Ogrillon,
<Why? Why do we need her? Does she know the way to the surface?>
Then to Gal's request to cut him up.
<I can't cut anything into your face freehand that will look like that bird when I was done. Maybe if Lia does her trick on your face I could trace the outline of it with the tip of a hot knife.>
She looks at the elf's face dubiously and starts to warm to an idea,
<Or we skip the knife all together and I can carve it into some stone, we heat it and put it on your skin. Long as you hold still it will brand on fine without the risk of giving you a new mouth.>
Thom grins and takes Buppido's bait. He's never partaken in Buppido's jokes until now. He's got vested interest in this one. haha
He responds:
"How, mate?!" and he looks excitedly at Buppido to hear the joke. He glances at Stena's disapproval and then for a moment gets a straight face but then can't hold the smile in as he waits for the butt of the joke.
When Galingal comes back to the table and expresses the desire to have some type of bird scratched into the flesh of his face, Thom blurts out "MATE! Are ye mad!? WHY???"
When Lia uses her magic on Galingal's face, Thom says "Yeah! Great work, Madam Lia!"
When Galingal says it needs to be real, Thom says "Uhhhhhh. Yeah, I'm not doing that mate. Anyways, what's she going to help with anyhow mate? Help us get back to the surface? Who are they over there anyway? Galingal mate did they put some magic on you yeah?"
Thom looks on to see if anyone is going to actually cut what Thom thinks is some type of bird on Galingal's face.
I think Thom's mind would be racing as well to see if he knows what this bird like image that Galingal scratches on the table and who wants eched on his face is.
(if it's something to do with up on the surface, then Thom does make the check. If it's something to do with down in the underdark, then please ignore the check as Thom would have no idea.)
Religion if required: 16
*Thom would lol at Buppido's joke and then straighten up quickly when Stena ignores it.
(sorry I posted without going to the next page!)
Thom anxiously awaits what happens next...
((I do that embarrassingly often.))
Thom
You've heard of an entity that goes by the Raven Queen, though you don't know the tenets of her followers, you know she has limited dealings on the Material Plane, but has some connection with death. Making the connection that Galingal is a cleric to a death goddess might make a few things about his ... whole deal... make a bit more sense.
((Jimjar's mingling, anyone else wanting to do anything while he is/before he reports back?))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Stena is going to keep up her watch, adding the ogrillon to the special check-on list.
The pair of duergar keep looking over at Stena, perhaps in response to her keep looking over at them after her muttered insult, the third duergar seems to be placating them.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Galingal nods at the suggestions.
”If tools to tattoo image are here, yes, better choice. Brand maybe better too.” Galingal says.
He looks firmly at Thom, turning his head slightly.
”The Queen does not grant her power lightly. Sacrifice is required. It amuses her. To survive here, I will need more power. This is the way.”
At Stena’s question about the ogrillon, Galingal just holds the dwarf’s gaze and shrugs. He would expect no less from Stena.
<So we don't need her and you've just made a friend after a five minute conversation. Wonderful. Why don't you go get chummy with that tentacle head thing in the corner? Maybe they want to come with us too.>
Stena doesn't break her gaze with Galingal and her dour expression gets tighter.
On the topic of burning Galingal she offers,
<Give me a chisel or a knife and some stone and I make you something your goddess would love to see scorched on you.>
((Oh Stena, you're such a charmer!))
Galingal looks over into the corner at the hooded one with the tentacles. Then he looks back at Stena.
He nods and gets back up. If there’s no sign of the KT showing up yet, he walks across to tentacle hood.
He pauses for a moment then speaks.
”Interested is swapping information about what you’ve seen lately outside the village? I think this place will erupt soon. Chaos. Good to know which direction best when leaving.”
<Oh for the love of Moradin's sacred jewel sack.>
Stena just throws up her hands and glares around the table.
<Was I unclear in anything I said? We can't stay here, we'll have this whole Abyss soaked cesspool tagging along in half a day.>
If Shuushar is there she'll hold him with a glare, daring him to defend this hole.
Thom is even more confused when Galingal explains about the Queen and sacrifice, although isn't as surprised when he thinks for a bit about what the scratched image might mean and how it relates to Gal from what he recalls.
He says "Sacrifice. Right. OK Mate, whatever it takes yeah?!" and he watches on as Stena seems to be willing to do it as Galingal heads back over to the other table.
Thom says out of the corner of his mouth to Lia and the Prince if he's listening "Where's Ploopp?"
Lia nods, “I can cast the image again, when you’re ready to… work!…”, she says to Stena and Galingal, with a slight wince. “But maybe not here, eh?… Any harm, or sign of pain, might be enough to trigger that thing up there!”, she says, indicating the thing she can no longer see somewhere up in the rafters.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Stena glances up on Lia's reminder of their ceiling friend.
"Aye. Best to give him what wants elsewhere."
Galingal, as you approach, the hands go still on the pipe as the figure waits for you to approach. When you speak, you hear and echoing, reverberating voice in your head..
<Annn exchhaange? Weee aaree innnteerestedd. Yeesss, wee haaave nootiiccced thee unnnresssttt. Buuttt theeere isss unnnressst eeevvveeerrryywheere inn thee Uundderdarrrk.>
The figure leans forward and pushes their hood back a bit, revealing that the beard of tentacles join the face, above which nestle a pair of eyes looking at you curiously. The creature seems to have some sort of health or skin condition, their texture looks dry and cracked in many places, the tentacles hanging gaunt and listless until moved. It gestures with a long fingered hand at a stool at its table.
((Don't recall anything from Gal's background that would indicate he'd know what this is without a roll, so roll me some Knowledge please? History would probably suit best.))
<Pleeassse, haave a seeeaat, jooin usss. Leeet usss seee iff weee caann reaachh ann acccorrrdd.>
Shuushar looks back at Stena fixing her with his fish eyes. Her glare won't be winning this staring contest by him blinking first...
Shuushar Insight: 11 (23)
He takes a deep breath, before his burbly fish-voice comes through the spore link, directed at Stena (and Stool) alone.
<Stena, well aware I am of the limitations of my people, and the trouble their excesses can bring. I left to avoid that and find the peace and calm I felt was possible. And I did. I am Awakened, I can see what they cannot. But this town has a chance for us to resupply, and for you>, he looks around at all the folks wanting to return to the surface, <to get a real chance at returning to your homes. I didn't suggest coming here because it was a resort town, where all your wants and desires would be met, we came here to get what is needed to get you home. You scold Galingal, but he's talking to people who may have information. Jimjar as well. I know you are scared... and more alone than before, with Eldeth gone. Know that I am sorry I was not conscious when Gut Plucker got her... I may not have been able to save her, but perhaps I could have made sure she was not alone.>
<But those of us who escaped the drow... if not friends, at least have common cause. And are working to HELP you. Galingal's home is not on the surface, nor Jimjar's, nor Buppido's, nor Sarith's, nor Stool's, nor mine.>
<That's right, my home is the Neverlight Grove! This stuff is yummy!>, Stool chimes in as he packs more food away.
Shuushar smiles, <This is not me chastising you, I am well aware that my own contributions are limited, and as much as I abhor the violence, if I were not traveling with ones practiced in dispensing it, I'd have been dead or recaptured many times over. I will help you, and do what I can to protect and preserve you, and once we part ways, I'll deal with figuring out how I reconcile being an accomplice to violence and death. Perhaps try to see the good in people? If not in everyone, then at least in those who have shown you kindness and caring?>
Shuushar stands up.
<I'm going to go talk to the barkeep, see if he can remember anything that'd be useful for us.>
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Stena's expression hardens and twists and she looks ready to explode at Shuushar before she sags then deflates, the anger turning to sorrow and exhaustion. She slumps in her chair and puts her face into her hands as the monk leaves.
Lia’s turn to be frustrated, “Where’s this Ploopp?!…”, she says through gritted teeth to anyone left at the table. “Supposed to be meeting us here right?!”.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Lex shrugs.
"He said he'd meet us here in a few hours, think he was hoping the unrest would convince us to help him... it's been what... 45 minutes to an hour? He might not be here for a couple more hours."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock