"Unless the cubes are not the key."It was a complex and contradictory thought and took some time for Meili to explain.
"If that Dark Lord wanted people to get the cubes - maybe to lure them into traps? So the souls... Oh..." Meili looked at Nalomanterys. "Can you ask them what the Dark Lord's face looks like?"
"If this is the same monster with a skeleton face that collects the souls now, the lure makes perfect sense. Why else would he want people to come for the cubes? He could activate the obelisk himself a long time ago. I mean, he would not need someone else to collect the cubes and place them wherever they placed them."
Meili was not sure she explained her idea well but she tried.
"If it is so, we might need to look at the shrines. The real key can still be there."
The kobolds confer among themselves, but ultimately decline Mica'sjob offer.
"Not interfering with those who seek the cubes is one of Dark Helmet's explicit instructions. If the cubes were to find themselves freed from the possession of those who have them, we would gladly return them to their shrines... but otherwise we will follow Dark Helmet's laws to the letter. So we won't interfere with you, either, if you intend to seek the cubes. That only seems fair."
They do volunteer that most of the metal men are hiding behind a wooden wall they built in the northernmost part of the ruins, underneath where they parked their flying ship.
At the same time, the kobolds advise that unless you brought enough rations to share with all of them, they would kindly ask you to vacate the shrine so they can get back to work. It is still storming outside.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The shrines are scattered all across the ruins, the kobolds explain.
"There is one due north, though it would bring you close to the lair of the metal men, and the King of Feathers. There is one south of hear, near the edge of the lava pit, and another just across the floodwaters from there, but those areas are patrolled by the yuan-ti."
The kobold shrugs. "Its all quite dangerous. But that's what you big folk do... chase after treasures and die."
Outside, Eligos has been keeping watch, sheltering under the overhang of a broken obelisk. He hasn't seen any threats. "I see you aren't all covered head to toe in kobold blood and guts. I trust your diplomatic mission went well? Did we learn anything inside?"
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Ran shakes his head at the kobolds and heads outside.
He looks over at Eligos, and then at the rain.
"Shrines are scattered all over and those dogs in there don't have a bloody clue about what's going on," Ran says.
To any of the group that come out Ran adds "I say we just start checking out these holy shrines. Those dragon wannabes sense of time might be as messed up as their sense of what's going on. The cubes might be important, the shrines might be. The cubes might be still in some of the shrines."
Ran nods at the rain.
"This weather might give us some cover, especially from those muppets in the airships." Ran says. "I'm for heading to the shrine by the lava or the river first."
Before leaving the shrine, Nalomanterys asks what this Dark Helmet of theirs looks like, and also who the King of Feathers is.
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"Well, it sounds as though the cubes are all accounted for - those kobolds were, ehm, 'representatives' from each of the shrines and attested that their cube had been taken at each one. However, Ms. Meili's observation is well-reasoned, so I agree we should head to the shrines regardless; perhaps we will learn more about what is going on here. We must be wary for traps at the other shrines, however."
Mica just grunts at the Kobolds responses, but after a final look around the inside of the temple, follows Ran back outside into the rain. “Well at least we know where the cubes are if we find out they are important later. Do you know why the wizards and mercenaries would have wanted them, Eligos?”
Mica looks to the wizard before turning back to Meili and Nalomanterys. “I agree it is worth checking out the shrines. I say we check out the lava pit first, I’m not keen to try to cross over floodwaters if we can avoid it. And watch out for the snakemen.”he adds as he shoulders his pack and prepares to move out.
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Inside...
The kobolds are reluctant to go into detail about Dark Helmet, but in exchange for more rations they reveal the following.
"None of us have seen him, though he is said to have appeared to the kobolds of old. He is said to have had the appearance of a long-dead big folk, wearing a crowned helmet of darkness over his naked skull, and commanding the power to kill with a touch or a whisper."
Of the King of Feathers, they seem legitimately afraid.
"The King of Feathers is a meat-a-saurus, bigger and crueler than any. He has made his lair in the northern amphitheater, but he hunts throughout the ruins. Even the metal men and the snakes fear him. He is a terrifying beast, for he does not eat. He kills only for thrill."
Outside...
Eligos listens to the reports. He looks bitter about the whole thing, or it could just be from standing in the drenching rain.
"Everything points to this 'Dark Helmet' figure being a lich. Many of the most powerful of Szass Tam's followers are liches as well, so I know something of these creatures. They are the natural end-state of the necromancer... wizards who have used their powers over death-magic to create a kind of perpetual unlife for themselves. To sustain this eternal life, they maintain artifacts called 'phylacteries.' As long as their phylactery is intact and powered, a lich cannot be truly destroyed. And these phylacteries are powered with souls."
"The liches of Thay rely on a steady supply of followers and slaves to feed their phylacteries. In the old days, however, it is said that lone liches would construct lairs and dungeons full of traps and horrors, then lure gullible souls there with rumor of gold and treasure. When the fools succumbed to the dangers of the dungeon, their souls would feed and sustain the lich."
"All of this... the 'dark-helmeted long dead' lord of this place, the shrines full of traps... it sounds like the mad house of an ancient lich." He looks displeased. "But none of that explains how the death curse is connected. No lich, not even the most powerful in the multiverse, would need all the dead souls of an entire world for their phylactery. As I understand it, a few souls per year is all they require. No... there is still more happening here that I don't understand."
He looks at the doorway of the shrine. At the top, a message is set in the stone wall in bas-relief. When he confirms none of you can read the strange script (none of you know this language), he casts a spell and then reaches up to run his fingers across the letters and symbols.
Aloud, he reads, “I’jin teaches us to take the path least expected.” Then he frowns again. "Well... that was a waste of a spell." He grumbles, "If any of you spot more hieroplyphs over the next hour, call them out. Maybe I can learns something more useful about this place before my spell wears off."
The party begins to move south toward the lava pit in the distance.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The party continues south, keeping the raised wall/walkway between them and the fortified compound to the west where they had seen smoke rising before.
Roughly halfway toward where the kobold's said the south-most shrine would be, they come across the ruins of a greenhouse that they had spied earlier from the raised walkway. Much of the glass ceiling is collapsed but from what you can see inside, the interior is full of a colorful variety of plants, fruits and flowers.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As the group heads to the next shrine, Nalomanterys ponders Eligos' words. "A lich behind all this. Yes, I suppose that makes sense. I wonder if a lich could perhaps be responsible for the visions that led us here - I have heard tell of some wizards being able to manipulate dreams. Perhaps the death curse is affecting it in some way as well, could it need more souls now?"
Nalomanterys is intrigued by the greenhouse. In a strange sort of nostalgia, unusual for the wizard, he says, "My mother used to grow plants in a greenhouse..." as he slowly wanders toward the ragged structure. He puts his face up to a hole in the glass (not through) and peeks through to the vibrant plants within. "I have not seen one in ages..."
As Nalomanteryspokes his head in through the broken window, he sees a thick jungle of overgrown flowers, fruits and vegetables inside the ruined greenhouse. The dampening rains suppress the smells, but it looks like it would smell wonderful. In addition to fruits and vegetables that have grown wild and untamed without gardners to control them, there are also huge bundles of flowering plants... some growing on slender vines, others on thorny bushes, including what looks like a variety of prismatic rose.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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Meili listened to Eligos with growing, visibly evident disgust. By the end, she appeared as though she might cover her ears or spit on the ground.
"No matter how your fellow countryman is using other souls," she tried to downplay the word "countryman" but couldn't help emphasizing it, "that abomination should not be allowed to continue existing."
Meili had walked in silence up to the greenhouse, with an expression of deep thoughts about everything that had been sad. She only broke her silince when Nalomanterys almost carelessly stepped into the garden.
"Do you remember those plants we fought not long ago? Or were you not with us then? There must be a reason neither snakes nor Thayans are harvesting these fruits and vegetables."
Approaching cautiously, she examined the damaged section and then checked the vegetation suspiciously, searching for any potentially dangerous plants that might suddenly attack.
Eligos holds up his hands in resignation at Meili'soutburst. "Hey... you'll get no argument from me. Kill all the liches you like. When my homeland is liberated, I'll see to it you're named a patron saint of necromantic censure."
As Meililooks with a more critical eye at the greenhouse, she sees much the same scene as Nalomanterys... a veritable smorgasbord of fruits and vegetables, most of them on the small and wild side, but still tempting. What she also notices, however, are the tendrils of vine creeping through the under-foliage toward their distracted wizard.
She is able to call out a warning to Nalomanterys and the others, so none are [Tooltip Not Found] when the inside of the greenhouse lurches to life. A mass of plants, more than 10' across, surges forward. Many of the fruits and vegetables seem to be growing out of the top of this thing, like a kind of camoflage. And all around it, there are masses of vines. These vines seem at once to be attached to the larger mass, but also acting independent of it somehow.
From deeper in the greenhouse complex, inside a two story building, Meilihears something cry out. It sounds a little like some of the monkeys they have heard calling in the jungle during this long journey.
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Eligos: 19
Danica: 11
Mica: 16
Meili: 23
Ran: 18
Nalomanterys: 20
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The entire party and NPCs are up before the monsters. They don't look particularly fast (being plants and all) and the party could probably just disengage and leave the greenhouse behind since they are first to act... if they are so inclined.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"I do." Meili made a step back watching the plants creeping towards the group.
"Fight can attract the attention of the snake people and guards." She took another step back. Unless someone insisted on attacking, she would rather avoid that encounter.
Mica’s thoughts were focused on what they heard of the King of Feathers and how he could make him a trophy at some point when Nalomantery’s investigation of the greenhouse interrupted him. “Who needs a greenhouse in a jungle? What were they trying to grow?”He jumps back as the plantlife begins to reach out and attack. He pauses and looks up at the sound of monkeys from inside the building in the greenhouse complex. “Eh, Meili’s right. We don’t want to attract attention to ourselves. If we need to come back to look around, they aren’t going anywhere. Let’s push on to the shrine.”
Ran chooses to keep a wary eye on anything coming out of the greenhouse but keeps on with their planned route, ready to dodge out of the way of anything coming their way.
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"Unless the cubes are not the key." It was a complex and contradictory thought and took some time for Meili to explain.
"If that Dark Lord wanted people to get the cubes - maybe to lure them into traps? So the souls... Oh..." Meili looked at Nalomanterys. "Can you ask them what the Dark Lord's face looks like?"
"If this is the same monster with a skeleton face that collects the souls now, the lure makes perfect sense. Why else would he want people to come for the cubes? He could activate the obelisk himself a long time ago. I mean, he would not need someone else to collect the cubes and place them wherever they placed them."
Meili was not sure she explained her idea well but she tried.
"If it is so, we might need to look at the shrines. The real key can still be there."
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The kobolds confer among themselves, but ultimately decline Mica's job offer.
"Not interfering with those who seek the cubes is one of Dark Helmet's explicit instructions. If the cubes were to find themselves freed from the possession of those who have them, we would gladly return them to their shrines... but otherwise we will follow Dark Helmet's laws to the letter. So we won't interfere with you, either, if you intend to seek the cubes. That only seems fair."
They do volunteer that most of the metal men are hiding behind a wooden wall they built in the northernmost part of the ruins, underneath where they parked their flying ship.
At the same time, the kobolds advise that unless you brought enough rations to share with all of them, they would kindly ask you to vacate the shrine so they can get back to work. It is still storming outside.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Well, which direction is the nearest bloody shrine then?" Ran asks. "Can you at least tell us that?"
The shrines are scattered all across the ruins, the kobolds explain.
"There is one due north, though it would bring you close to the lair of the metal men, and the King of Feathers. There is one south of hear, near the edge of the lava pit, and another just across the floodwaters from there, but those areas are patrolled by the yuan-ti."
The kobold shrugs. "Its all quite dangerous. But that's what you big folk do... chase after treasures and die."
Outside, Eligos has been keeping watch, sheltering under the overhang of a broken obelisk. He hasn't seen any threats. "I see you aren't all covered head to toe in kobold blood and guts. I trust your diplomatic mission went well? Did we learn anything inside?"
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Ran shakes his head at the kobolds and heads outside.
He looks over at Eligos, and then at the rain.
"Shrines are scattered all over and those dogs in there don't have a bloody clue about what's going on," Ran says.
To any of the group that come out Ran adds "I say we just start checking out these holy shrines. Those dragon wannabes sense of time might be as messed up as their sense of what's going on. The cubes might be important, the shrines might be. The cubes might be still in some of the shrines."
Ran nods at the rain.
"This weather might give us some cover, especially from those muppets in the airships." Ran says. "I'm for heading to the shrine by the lava or the river first."
((before))
Before leaving the shrine, Nalomanterys asks what this Dark Helmet of theirs looks like, and also who the King of Feathers is.
((after))
"Well, it sounds as though the cubes are all accounted for - those kobolds were, ehm, 'representatives' from each of the shrines and attested that their cube had been taken at each one. However, Ms. Meili's observation is well-reasoned, so I agree we should head to the shrines regardless; perhaps we will learn more about what is going on here. We must be wary for traps at the other shrines, however."
Mica just grunts at the Kobolds responses, but after a final look around the inside of the temple, follows Ran back outside into the rain. “Well at least we know where the cubes are if we find out they are important later. Do you know why the wizards and mercenaries would have wanted them, Eligos?”
Mica looks to the wizard before turning back to Meili and Nalomanterys. “I agree it is worth checking out the shrines. I say we check out the lava pit first, I’m not keen to try to cross over floodwaters if we can avoid it. And watch out for the snakemen.” he adds as he shoulders his pack and prepares to move out.
Inside...
The kobolds are reluctant to go into detail about Dark Helmet, but in exchange for more rations they reveal the following.
"None of us have seen him, though he is said to have appeared to the kobolds of old. He is said to have had the appearance of a long-dead big folk, wearing a crowned helmet of darkness over his naked skull, and commanding the power to kill with a touch or a whisper."
Of the King of Feathers, they seem legitimately afraid.
"The King of Feathers is a meat-a-saurus, bigger and crueler than any. He has made his lair in the northern amphitheater, but he hunts throughout the ruins. Even the metal men and the snakes fear him. He is a terrifying beast, for he does not eat. He kills only for thrill."
Outside...
Eligos listens to the reports. He looks bitter about the whole thing, or it could just be from standing in the drenching rain.
"Everything points to this 'Dark Helmet' figure being a lich. Many of the most powerful of Szass Tam's followers are liches as well, so I know something of these creatures. They are the natural end-state of the necromancer... wizards who have used their powers over death-magic to create a kind of perpetual unlife for themselves. To sustain this eternal life, they maintain artifacts called 'phylacteries.' As long as their phylactery is intact and powered, a lich cannot be truly destroyed. And these phylacteries are powered with souls."
"The liches of Thay rely on a steady supply of followers and slaves to feed their phylacteries. In the old days, however, it is said that lone liches would construct lairs and dungeons full of traps and horrors, then lure gullible souls there with rumor of gold and treasure. When the fools succumbed to the dangers of the dungeon, their souls would feed and sustain the lich."
"All of this... the 'dark-helmeted long dead' lord of this place, the shrines full of traps... it sounds like the mad house of an ancient lich." He looks displeased. "But none of that explains how the death curse is connected. No lich, not even the most powerful in the multiverse, would need all the dead souls of an entire world for their phylactery. As I understand it, a few souls per year is all they require. No... there is still more happening here that I don't understand."
He looks at the doorway of the shrine. At the top, a message is set in the stone wall in bas-relief. When he confirms none of you can read the strange script (none of you know this language), he casts a spell and then reaches up to run his fingers across the letters and symbols.
Aloud, he reads, “I’jin teaches us to take the path least expected.” Then he frowns again. "Well... that was a waste of a spell." He grumbles, "If any of you spot more hieroplyphs over the next hour, call them out. Maybe I can learns something more useful about this place before my spell wears off."
The party begins to move south toward the lava pit in the distance.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The party continues south, keeping the raised wall/walkway between them and the fortified compound to the west where they had seen smoke rising before.
Roughly halfway toward where the kobold's said the south-most shrine would be, they come across the ruins of a greenhouse that they had spied earlier from the raised walkway. Much of the glass ceiling is collapsed but from what you can see inside, the interior is full of a colorful variety of plants, fruits and flowers.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Ran looks over at the greenhouse, and merely keeps an eye out for danger. The plants and what not don't hold much interest for him.
As the group heads to the next shrine, Nalomanterys ponders Eligos' words. "A lich behind all this. Yes, I suppose that makes sense. I wonder if a lich could perhaps be responsible for the visions that led us here - I have heard tell of some wizards being able to manipulate dreams. Perhaps the death curse is affecting it in some way as well, could it need more souls now?"
Nalomanterys is intrigued by the greenhouse. In a strange sort of nostalgia, unusual for the wizard, he says, "My mother used to grow plants in a greenhouse..." as he slowly wanders toward the ragged structure. He puts his face up to a hole in the glass (not through) and peeks through to the vibrant plants within. "I have not seen one in ages..."
As Nalomanterys pokes his head in through the broken window, he sees a thick jungle of overgrown flowers, fruits and vegetables inside the ruined greenhouse. The dampening rains suppress the smells, but it looks like it would smell wonderful. In addition to fruits and vegetables that have grown wild and untamed without gardners to control them, there are also huge bundles of flowering plants... some growing on slender vines, others on thorny bushes, including what looks like a variety of prismatic rose.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Meili listened to Eligos with growing, visibly evident disgust. By the end, she appeared as though she might cover her ears or spit on the ground.
"No matter how your fellow countryman is using other souls," she tried to downplay the word "countryman" but couldn't help emphasizing it, "that abomination should not be allowed to continue existing."
Meili had walked in silence up to the greenhouse, with an expression of deep thoughts about everything that had been sad. She only broke her silince when Nalomanterys almost carelessly stepped into the garden.
"Do you remember those plants we fought not long ago? Or were you not with us then? There must be a reason neither snakes nor Thayans are harvesting these fruits and vegetables."
Approaching cautiously, she examined the damaged section and then checked the vegetation suspiciously, searching for any potentially dangerous plants that might suddenly attack.
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Eligos holds up his hands in resignation at Meili's outburst. "Hey... you'll get no argument from me. Kill all the liches you like. When my homeland is liberated, I'll see to it you're named a patron saint of necromantic censure."
As Meili looks with a more critical eye at the greenhouse, she sees much the same scene as Nalomanterys... a veritable smorgasbord of fruits and vegetables, most of them on the small and wild side, but still tempting. What she also notices, however, are the tendrils of vine creeping through the under-foliage toward their distracted wizard.
She is able to call out a warning to Nalomanterys and the others, so none are [Tooltip Not Found] when the inside of the greenhouse lurches to life. A mass of plants, more than 10' across, surges forward. Many of the fruits and vegetables seem to be growing out of the top of this thing, like a kind of camoflage. And all around it, there are masses of vines. These vines seem at once to be attached to the larger mass, but also acting independent of it somehow.
From deeper in the greenhouse complex, inside a two story building, Meili hears something cry out. It sounds a little like some of the monkeys they have heard calling in the jungle during this long journey.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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The entire party and NPCs are up before the monsters. They don't look particularly fast (being plants and all) and the party could probably just disengage and leave the greenhouse behind since they are first to act... if they are so inclined.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Anyone just want to keep moving on?" Ran asks as he draws his swords.
"I do." Meili made a step back watching the plants creeping towards the group.
"Fight can attract the attention of the snake people and guards." She took another step back. Unless someone insisted on attacking, she would rather avoid that encounter.
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Mica’s thoughts were focused on what they heard of the King of Feathers and how he could make him a trophy at some point when Nalomantery’s investigation of the greenhouse interrupted him. “Who needs a greenhouse in a jungle? What were they trying to grow?” He jumps back as the plantlife begins to reach out and attack. He pauses and looks up at the sound of monkeys from inside the building in the greenhouse complex. “Eh, Meili’s right. We don’t want to attract attention to ourselves. If we need to come back to look around, they aren’t going anywhere. Let’s push on to the shrine.”
Ran chooses to keep a wary eye on anything coming out of the greenhouse but keeps on with their planned route, ready to dodge out of the way of anything coming their way.