Ev'alish looks toward Kan. "Thou can create such a thing thyself? Mayhaps thou may think it is not special, but it is certainly a wonderful gift that thou possesses. Thou art an excellent and admirable craftsman, do not underestimate thyself." He says, a gaze of respect in his silver eyes.
He turns, and his expression changes. Less solemn, and more energetic. Playful, even. He strides over to the bag of holding, open on the ground, and pulls it around his legs, stepping into it until he is fully inside. His deep, wintry voice calls from inside the bag. "I hath an idea. Dear friends, may I ask, can thou deliver this bag to Yondra and Sarvin?"
Smiling with anticipation, Khessa comes, lifts the bag, then brings it to her children: "Yondra, Sarvin, try guessing: what there is inside this?" then, seeing them a bit puzzled"Need some hint? Bright as silver, hard as rock, sweet as honey... What it might be?"
Wanting to excite the children, not necessarily jump out and scare them, the dragonborn chortles, his deep laugh luring them closer. He waits for them to reach in, feeling the familiar silvery scales on his nose, before popping his head and arms out, embracing the two. "Ha ha! I hath got thee!"
Crawling out of the bag, smiling, he nods to them, their mother, and his friends warmly before returning to his watch duties and training exercises. He's in high spirits.
Wanting to excite the children, not necessarily jump out and scare them, the dragonborn chortles, his deep laugh luring them closer. He waits for them to reach in, feeling the familiar silvery scales on his nose, before popping his head and arms out, embracing the two. "Ha ha! I hath got thee!"
Crawling out of the bag, smiling, he nods to them, their mother, and his friends warmly before returning to his watch duties and training exercises. He's in high spirits.
Khessa joins the mass-embrace, kissing them all and whispering: "We have just met people who wanted to destroy all life in the world... plus we have just survived an invisible and almost invulnerable killer... and yet, when you all are with me, there is no evil big enough to stop me from thinking that I am the luckiest woman in the world! You are my wonders."
Since Kan spoke quietly, Khessa, busy enjoying her new family, does not hear him and, unaware of the comment, after Ev'alish returns to his watch duties and training exercises, she keeps playing with her children.
Then arcane warrior remembers something the master of the tower, probably distracted by recent events, has not answered her about yet: "Zephyros, my friend, I have a vague suspicion of what may have happened with the ordning. Call it feminine intuition, if you like... for I have some small clue... but not solid evidence yet. Anyway, after we've been to Triboar, if we need to visit the Storm Giants, especially whoever rules over them... They'll have a queen or a king too like you Cloud Giants, right? Well, should we wish to reach them, would you be able to take us there too? Or at least to tell us how to get there?"
"There is a frost giant who may be able to tell you that. He is unlike the rest of his kin, as I am, and wears powerful magical plate armor. He has great knowledge, and once you find him, you will be ready to seek out the storm giants." Zephyros says.
"That someone could be 'unlike the rest of his kin' is no surprise to me" smiles Khessa. "An individual is not simply a member of a given race... each individual is unique. Because he is FREE. I too, on the other hand, I must admit, am not exactly the typical woman. I'll be glad to keep an eye open for this Frost Giant. What's his name?"
Khessa has nothing more to ask... she resumes her daily activities, in no less high spirits than her beloved dragonborn.
(She uses Second Wind to heal the light wound left by the battle. If during the time corresponding to a short rest no problems arise, the blonde warrior-wizard uses Arcane Recovery to study on her spellbook and recover a 1st level spell slot. If undisturbed during the rest of the day, the next morning she welcomes the benefits of a long rest).
Khessa quickly brings the children back inside the tower: "Stay hidden for a moment, my dears. It seems we are attacked again... It will not take long."
Are we able to see the attacker from the windows of the tower? Or the windows are out of reach for us?
Ev'alish recoils as the rock sails past him, and calls to the others. "Taketh cover in the keep! 'Tis a..." he squints "...a giant bird and a giant hurling stones!"
Part of his spirit flags at the sight of the two assailants - rocs on their own were known to hunt giants, of all things. Would they be able to survive a direct attack by the two of them? He isn't sure.
He makes sure everyone else is safe inside the keep. To Zephyros, he calls: "Another of your kin hath cometh, desiring thy head! Prepare, lest attempts to stay him off fail!"
Then, to the approaching giant, he bellows, loud enough for him to hear: "Why doth thou desireth it? What hath he done to wrong thee? Mayhaps we can come to an arrangement without a need for violence!"
Khessa is glad that Ev'alish is buying time and whispers to him: "This must be on of those Desert Giants. He wants most likely the bounty on the head of our friend... If it is so, then maybe we can pretend to accept to give him what he wants... and make him fall in a trap"
The tall arcane warrior asks then Gryrim: "Lad, we might use your exceptional illusionist talent... Do you think you could create this illusion, outside, in a spot that the giant can not see yet because of the tower? An illusory continuation of the solid clouds... with the head of Zephyros resting on it"
Gryrim catches Kans' eye. "I'm thinking you might be right. It's like every carrion feeder in the area is drawn to this flying cloud." He replies to Khessa's question about creating illusions. " If I was stronger I'd make the whole thing disappear. A giant head on a cloud....I could try, but even that might be too grand. I mean look at his noggin." He chuckles as he nods towards Zephyros.
Khessa replies to Gryrim: "I understand lad. As an alternative, if we can lure him to descend from his bird and land here, on the solid cloud... I saw how your splashes can push enemies back. They could push him also? If yes, if Ev'alish and I advance towards him and block his path every time you push him back, you'll have him fall from the clouds in just a few blasts... Or maybe even with a single blast, if I, instead of starting a fight outright, can lure him near the edge like I did with the leader of the cultists"
"Perhaps words might be better. I'm not sure we could even fight the bird, much less the giant AND the bird. It might also be good to get a second opinion on our friend? I mean, what do we really know about him?" Kan says all this plaintively.
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Ev'alish looks toward Kan. "Thou can create such a thing thyself? Mayhaps thou may think it is not special, but it is certainly a wonderful gift that thou possesses. Thou art an excellent and admirable craftsman, do not underestimate thyself." He says, a gaze of respect in his silver eyes.
He turns, and his expression changes. Less solemn, and more energetic. Playful, even. He strides over to the bag of holding, open on the ground, and pulls it around his legs, stepping into it until he is fully inside. His deep, wintry voice calls from inside the bag. "I hath an idea. Dear friends, may I ask, can thou deliver this bag to Yondra and Sarvin?"
(I can't remember, can we lift the bag with him in it?)
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(The bag weighs 15 lbs regardless of its contents. Bag max weight is 500 lb, Ev’alish is 312.)
Smiling with anticipation, Khessa comes, lifts the bag, then brings it to her children: "Yondra, Sarvin, try guessing: what there is inside this?" then, seeing them a bit puzzled "Need some hint? Bright as silver, hard as rock, sweet as honey... What it might be?"
Wanting to excite the children, not necessarily jump out and scare them, the dragonborn chortles, his deep laugh luring them closer. He waits for them to reach in, feeling the familiar silvery scales on his nose, before popping his head and arms out, embracing the two. "Ha ha! I hath got thee!"
Crawling out of the bag, smiling, he nods to them, their mother, and his friends warmly before returning to his watch duties and training exercises. He's in high spirits.
Khessa joins the mass-embrace, kissing them all and whispering: "We have just met people who wanted to destroy all life in the world... plus we have just survived an invisible and almost invulnerable killer... and yet, when you all are with me, there is no evil big enough to stop me from thinking that I am the luckiest woman in the world! You are my wonders."
Kan turns to Gryrim and Kramyra and says quietly: "Sometimes, those two make me want to puke." he makes an exaggerated sick face
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Since Kan spoke quietly, Khessa, busy enjoying her new family, does not hear him and, unaware of the comment, after Ev'alish returns to his watch duties and training exercises, she keeps playing with her children.
Then arcane warrior remembers something the master of the tower, probably distracted by recent events, has not answered her about yet: "Zephyros, my friend, I have a vague suspicion of what may have happened with the ordning. Call it feminine intuition, if you like... for I have some small clue... but not solid evidence yet. Anyway, after we've been to Triboar, if we need to visit the Storm Giants, especially whoever rules over them... They'll have a queen or a king too like you Cloud Giants, right? Well, should we wish to reach them, would you be able to take us there too? Or at least to tell us how to get there?"
"That someone could be 'unlike the rest of his kin' is no surprise to me" smiles Khessa. "An individual is not simply a member of a given race... each individual is unique. Because he is FREE. I too, on the other hand, I must admit, am not exactly the typical woman. I'll be glad to keep an eye open for this Frost Giant. What's his name?"
Khessa has nothing more to ask... she resumes her daily activities, in no less high spirits than her beloved dragonborn.
(She uses Second Wind to heal the light wound left by the battle. If during the time corresponding to a short rest no problems arise, the blonde warrior-wizard uses Arcane Recovery to study on her spellbook and recover a 1st level spell slot. If undisturbed during the rest of the day, the next morning she welcomes the benefits of a long rest).
Khessa quickly brings the children back inside the tower: "Stay hidden for a moment, my dears. It seems we are attacked again... It will not take long."
Are we able to see the attacker from the windows of the tower? Or the windows are out of reach for us?
Ev'alish recoils as the rock sails past him, and calls to the others. "Taketh cover in the keep! 'Tis a..." he squints "...a giant bird and a giant hurling stones!"
Part of his spirit flags at the sight of the two assailants - rocs on their own were known to hunt giants, of all things. Would they be able to survive a direct attack by the two of them? He isn't sure.
He makes sure everyone else is safe inside the keep. To Zephyros, he calls: "Another of your kin hath cometh, desiring thy head! Prepare, lest attempts to stay him off fail!"
Then, to the approaching giant, he bellows, loud enough for him to hear: "Why doth thou desireth it? What hath he done to wrong thee? Mayhaps we can come to an arrangement without a need for violence!"
Khessa is glad that Ev'alish is buying time and whispers to him: "This must be on of those Desert Giants. He wants most likely the bounty on the head of our friend... If it is so, then maybe we can pretend to accept to give him what he wants... and make him fall in a trap"
The tall arcane warrior asks then Gryrim: "Lad, we might use your exceptional illusionist talent... Do you think you could create this illusion, outside, in a spot that the giant can not see yet because of the tower? An illusory continuation of the solid clouds... with the head of Zephyros resting on it"
Kan sighs and steels himself.
"I am beginning to suspect we have been suckered into being body guards for this giant."
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Gryrim catches Kans' eye. "I'm thinking you might be right. It's like every carrion feeder in the area is drawn to this flying cloud." He replies to Khessa's question about creating illusions. " If I was stronger I'd make the whole thing disappear. A giant head on a cloud....I could try, but even that might be too grand. I mean look at his noggin." He chuckles as he nods towards Zephyros.
Khessa replies to Gryrim: "I understand lad. As an alternative, if we can lure him to descend from his bird and land here, on the solid cloud... I saw how your splashes can push enemies back. They could push him also? If yes, if Ev'alish and I advance towards him and block his path every time you push him back, you'll have him fall from the clouds in just a few blasts... Or maybe even with a single blast, if I, instead of starting a fight outright, can lure him near the edge like I did with the leader of the cultists"
"Perhaps words might be better. I'm not sure we could even fight the bird, much less the giant AND the bird. It might also be good to get a second opinion on our friend? I mean, what do we really know about him?" Kan says all this plaintively.
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