Branch stands with her mouth wide open as Chatcho appears right on the temple steps. Unsure what to do with the current situation, she is frozen in place. She doesn't want to flee with her companion now in the forefront of the mob. She looks to Myrkfithr Sveinninn to see what his reaction to this is.
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Maintaining forward momentum, Chatcho grabs the Ne’er Do Well’s face with one hand and firmly shoves him aside.
Shove Action (Athletics): 13
Chatcho replaces the Ne’er Do Well’s contested roll with his Portent roll of 3. Should Chatcho successfully shove the man aside he proceeds further into the temple.
This as of yet unnamed troublemaker offers next to no resistance between his utter surprise, disgust, and ill fate. However, the sudden activity drives the crowd, and the man's lackeys into motion, as some chase after Chatcho, while others attend to their would-be leader, and yet more others stand around, unsure of their next course of action. The temple doors are open, and nothing now bars Chatcho's way, save for the fact he has no idea where the others are.
Myrkfithr Sveinninn stands dumb-struck for a second, but shakes it off, turning to Branch, a mild panic filling his voice. "D-do we chase after them? I don't have anything for this, I don't know how to calm this crowd."
Well, here goes nothing, thinks Branch and she quickly raises her hands to the sky and wiggles her fingers. As she casts she tells the man, "Maybe this will help confuse them as well. And yes, let's follow Chatcho, I don't know what else to do!" She then casts Create or Destroy Water, making it rain on the ones that are starting to chase and the ones standing around the leader... spreading to the rest. (30' cube)
She then takes off towards the temple door, hoping the rain will confuse people enough to not stop the two of them as they run.
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Anticipating a straight path, Chatcho balks at the myriad of options now before him.
Illogical.
Not slowing, Chatcho casts Minor Illusion and creates a set of faux dirt tracks leading to one door before slapping himself against an opposing surface.
Aluve stands once more before the panel of councilors.
"We agree to your terms. We will aid you and in return you will provide us with any information or leads you have as well as help outfit our ship with weapons' and supplies to continue our journey. Ah and lodgings would be great."
"Wonderful!" The woman leading the council chimes, as the dwarf already begins making his way for the door. "Then we will begin work right away. I will personally arrange lodging for you and your crew in the mean time, a messenger should bring the news to you when it is ready." She raps her knuckles on the table again, standing. "If there are no further objections, comments, or concerns, this meeting is adjourned."
The other councilors rise at this, and begin their own process of slowly meandering out the door, but not without sharing pleasantries amoungst themselves.
Chatcho, working as quickly as he can, races behind the archways as he casts his spell before flattening himself against the stone. It is only a handful of seconds later that a crowd descends on the area. Confused, some slow down, others return to the main hall. The crowd begins to thin as they move from a chase to a search. Several of them pass by within feet of Chatcho's position, before one finally clicks his tongue, getting the attention of the closest few. He points, wordlessly, to the tracks on the ground, and they all follow them to the doorway. They gather outside for a moment, before shouting and rushing inside.
Myrkfithr sveinninn follows Branch as they race into the temple. A few of the crowd stop and stare at the sudden rain, but most continue as they were.
"Ahh, just one second councillors." Aluve heads off in their direction...can we return to our ship to await your messager?....or would a local tavern be suffice? If there will be battle involved in this task we will need to rally our men and retrieve our weapons from our ship also."
Branch looks at Chatcho, then looks at the open door. She shrugs then heads over and closes the door. "Not sure how long we have? And do you have any idea where to go from here?? I'm afraid to start shouting."
Approaching the mass of settlers, Aluve and Archibald get swept up in their ritual-like handshakes and well-wishes for some time before the former finally makes himself heard. "Why, yes, yes, of course." The councilor nods, "return to your ship and wait there for our messenger. We'll house you in what you could call an inn, they farmers use it you understand. Yes, we'll house you in there while they work on your boat." The unnamed councilor smiles and nods, continuing to shake Aluve's hand for a while, before moving on to the next and continuing the ritualistic departure for several more minutes.
Though the cold stone, elegantly carved as it is, yielded nothing in way of where the rest of the party had gone, Tik-Tik's keen nose readily picked up the familiar scent, snaking through the building, up a set of stairs, and through another door.
In the fraction of a second before she closes the door, Branch can see that a hallway lies beyond, the crowd still racing toward its end. They have breathing room, but that crowd will be back eventually.
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Branch follows Chatcho up to the 2nd floor, hoping he knows where he is going. As they enter the filled room of the council, she freezes, unsure what they will think when they see the newcomers, especially Chatcho and well, their new friend as well. Turning to the man with them, "Recognize anyone?"
She then surveys the room, looking for her friends.
Aluve hears some commotion from behind them. Looking for any excuse to break away from the gaggle of old councilors he taps Archibald on the arm and heads off to investigate. As he turns his heart warms with relief and a smile spreads across his face. "Well you guys decide to come after all" Aluve chuckles. The ranger spins around and waves to the councilors. "Looks like our friends have found us! We will await your messenger".
Aluve approaches Branch and Chatcho "I am glad to you see you, Archibald and I have got some news to share, are you guys ok?....you look a little you have been puffed out."
Archibald puts his penny in: "We have an alliance. We are here to fight the tyrant's we ran into before, in exchange for food, shelter, repairs, and other aid."
The councilors hardly even seem taken aback by Chatcho's sudden appearance, but slowly begin to actually leave the room after their many minutes of pleasantries start coming to its end. The priest approaches the recently reunited party, but as he opens his mouth to speak he is interrupted by the sound of a number of people shouting. The words indiscernible as muffled as they are, but the volume clear as day. The crowd seems to be closing on their position.
"Wh-what's going on?" The priest finally stammers out.
Branch runs into the room and as she sees Archibald and Alvue she runs over to them and gives Alvue a hug before she even realizes what she is doing so thrilled to be rejoined with them. She notices the priest and hears the crowd from behind her.
"So uh, there was a mob starting outside? And when we tried to get into the temple, they sort of followed us."
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Branch stands with her mouth wide open as Chatcho appears right on the temple steps. Unsure what to do with the current situation, she is frozen in place. She doesn't want to flee with her companion now in the forefront of the mob. She looks to Myrkfithr Sveinninn to see what his reaction to this is.
Maintaining forward momentum, Chatcho grabs the Ne’er Do Well’s face with one hand and firmly shoves him aside.
Shove Action (Athletics): 13
Chatcho replaces the Ne’er Do Well’s contested roll with his Portent roll of 3. Should Chatcho successfully shove the man aside he proceeds further into the temple.
This as of yet unnamed troublemaker offers next to no resistance between his utter surprise, disgust, and ill fate. However, the sudden activity drives the crowd, and the man's lackeys into motion, as some chase after Chatcho, while others attend to their would-be leader, and yet more others stand around, unsure of their next course of action. The temple doors are open, and nothing now bars Chatcho's way, save for the fact he has no idea where the others are.
Myrkfithr Sveinninn stands dumb-struck for a second, but shakes it off, turning to Branch, a mild panic filling his voice. "D-do we chase after them? I don't have anything for this, I don't know how to calm this crowd."
Well, here goes nothing, thinks Branch and she quickly raises her hands to the sky and wiggles her fingers. As she casts she tells the man, "Maybe this will help confuse them as well. And yes, let's follow Chatcho, I don't know what else to do!" She then casts Create or Destroy Water, making it rain on the ones that are starting to chase and the ones standing around the leader... spreading to the rest. (30' cube)
She then takes off towards the temple door, hoping the rain will confuse people enough to not stop the two of them as they run.
Anticipating a straight path, Chatcho balks at the myriad of options now before him.
Illogical.
Not slowing, Chatcho casts Minor Illusion and creates a set of faux dirt tracks leading to one door before slapping himself against an opposing surface.
Chameleon Carapace: 9
Aluve stands once more before the panel of councilors.
"We agree to your terms. We will aid you and in return you will provide us with any information or leads you have as well as help outfit our ship with weapons' and supplies to continue our journey. Ah and lodgings would be great."
"Wonderful!" The woman leading the council chimes, as the dwarf already begins making his way for the door. "Then we will begin work right away. I will personally arrange lodging for you and your crew in the mean time, a messenger should bring the news to you when it is ready." She raps her knuckles on the table again, standing. "If there are no further objections, comments, or concerns, this meeting is adjourned."
The other councilors rise at this, and begin their own process of slowly meandering out the door, but not without sharing pleasantries amoungst themselves.
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Chatcho, working as quickly as he can, races behind the archways as he casts his spell before flattening himself against the stone. It is only a handful of seconds later that a crowd descends on the area. Confused, some slow down, others return to the main hall. The crowd begins to thin as they move from a chase to a search. Several of them pass by within feet of Chatcho's position, before one finally clicks his tongue, getting the attention of the closest few. He points, wordlessly, to the tracks on the ground, and they all follow them to the doorway. They gather outside for a moment, before shouting and rushing inside.
Myrkfithr sveinninn follows Branch as they race into the temple. A few of the crowd stop and stare at the sudden rain, but most continue as they were.
"Ahh, just one second councillors." Aluve heads off in their direction...can we return to our ship to await your messager?....or would a local tavern be suffice? If there will be battle involved in this task we will need to rally our men and retrieve our weapons from our ship also."
Chatcho, stone-colored and still, resumes movement after the mob rushes forward. Waving a hand, he summons Tik-Tik back to the material plane.
I need your help finding Archibald, the mammal who was with us the night I made you a body.
Tik-Tik’s Keen Smell: 16
Chatcho turns in the direction of echoing feet, coming face to face with Branch and Sveinnan.
They went through that door. Anything you could do to obstruct the way would be appreciated.
Archibald is with Alive. It's unseemly for nobility to be alone at his age. It might make him seem unpopular
Paladin - warforged - orange
Branch looks at Chatcho, then looks at the open door. She shrugs then heads over and closes the door. "Not sure how long we have? And do you have any idea where to go from here?? I'm afraid to start shouting."
Approaching the mass of settlers, Aluve and Archibald get swept up in their ritual-like handshakes and well-wishes for some time before the former finally makes himself heard. "Why, yes, yes, of course." The councilor nods, "return to your ship and wait there for our messenger. We'll house you in what you could call an inn, they farmers use it you understand. Yes, we'll house you in there while they work on your boat." The unnamed councilor smiles and nods, continuing to shake Aluve's hand for a while, before moving on to the next and continuing the ritualistic departure for several more minutes.
===================================================================================================================
Though the cold stone, elegantly carved as it is, yielded nothing in way of where the rest of the party had gone, Tik-Tik's keen nose readily picked up the familiar scent, snaking through the building, up a set of stairs, and through another door.
In the fraction of a second before she closes the door, Branch can see that a hallway lies beyond, the crowd still racing toward its end. They have breathing room, but that crowd will be back eventually.
Surveying the room, Chatcho quickly surmises diplomacy has prevailed. He broadcasts to everyone present:
We come in peace.
Branch follows Chatcho up to the 2nd floor, hoping he knows where he is going. As they enter the filled room of the council, she freezes, unsure what they will think when they see the newcomers, especially Chatcho and well, their new friend as well. Turning to the man with them, "Recognize anyone?"
She then surveys the room, looking for her friends.
Perception 11
Aluve hears some commotion from behind them. Looking for any excuse to break away from the gaggle of old councilors he taps Archibald on the arm and heads off to investigate. As he turns his heart warms with relief and a smile spreads across his face. "Well you guys decide to come after all" Aluve chuckles. The ranger spins around and waves to the councilors. "Looks like our friends have found us! We will await your messenger".
Aluve approaches Branch and Chatcho "I am glad to you see you, Archibald and I have got some news to share, are you guys ok?....you look a little you have been puffed out."
Archibald puts his penny in: "We have an alliance. We are here to fight the tyrant's we ran into before, in exchange for food, shelter, repairs, and other aid."
Paladin - warforged - orange
The councilors hardly even seem taken aback by Chatcho's sudden appearance, but slowly begin to actually leave the room after their many minutes of pleasantries start coming to its end. The priest approaches the recently reunited party, but as he opens his mouth to speak he is interrupted by the sound of a number of people shouting. The words indiscernible as muffled as they are, but the volume clear as day. The crowd seems to be closing on their position.
"Wh-what's going on?" The priest finally stammers out.
Archibald heads to the door with the priest
Paladin - warforged - orange
Chatcho scoops up Tik-Tik and remains silent.
Branch runs into the room and as she sees Archibald and Alvue she runs over to them and gives Alvue a hug before she even realizes what she is doing so thrilled to be rejoined with them. She notices the priest and hears the crowd from behind her.
"So uh, there was a mob starting outside? And when we tried to get into the temple, they sort of followed us."