Sam chats with Ömertyr a little bit in giant and once finished claps his hands together once and says "Righty-o! Unless someone needs more time we'll move this tour on to the drying room where some ingredients were dried before being added to the Mornlyf soup... Not much to see there and I'm afraid whatever plant it was may have been all burnt up, but we can take a look see..." And, unless someone does have more to see here, Sam moves the group on.
((chit chat with Ö just mindless comments about how regeneration is handy, the best neighbors are no neighbors, etc... nothing really relevant to anything.))
Muir nods to Sol and says “These trolls have been here for a long long time. That begs the question were they taken here or from another realm….From another realm poses more questions than answers. The restraints used here have long since cut into the troll's necks and wrists only to be regenerated over. This caused the restraints to be embedded within their bodies. Interestingly enough these small crystal rods on the floor, as well as being restrained in such a cruel way, these trolls had been blinded and crystal rods placed into the wounds to stop regeneration. A cruel, cruel setup and quite surprising that only Mori would know this setup…cruel indeed. I’ve seen enough here.”
Vin looks unsurprised by what Muir says, having come to the same conclusions himself. He finds it all repulsive and is happy to leave as quickly as possible.
"the more we discover, the more I am disgusted by the actions of Mori. I'm glad she is dead. This will all be reported, I just hope that shenoh was not aware of these atrocities or she will lose more than just one advisor this day." Sol states in genuine disgust.
As the group move to the next ingredient room this stinks instead of smoke and damp. Sam leads you in and shows the group lines that run the length of the ceiling over head have small bits of dried vegetation on them but the majority of it seems to have been hastily ripped down and stuffed in to a chute over in the corner of the room, where is smoulders from a recent fire.
From the adjoining room the group see liquid on the floor but it's colour is not the same as mornlyf, this is a brackish water that wafts warmth and the smell of damp rotting vegetation. Exploring that room further the group would find several boiling vats, some panelled sieves and another chute which seems to be stained with the slick chunky waste of whatever was being boiled here. Each vat has a dent at the bottom and a hole where the contents has leaked out onto the floor, no one will be boiling anything in these vats for some time.
"My guess is that they were drying out titan arums for use in the Mornlyf, but I'm not exactly a botanist,' Sam says as he points out some remnants of the plants that had been here. "It only blooms like once a year and then only for a day or two... But egads the stench it emits when it does. Like death itself..."
Sam kicks a couple things around a bit idly, like a bored child, and allows the others to look around as much as they wish.
Muir looks around both rooms determining that the mornflower has been adequately destroyed and the lyf in the second room as well. He also looks for any clues that would help the group in shutting down production or anything left behind of importance.
"The trolls were not from this realm but the mornflower and lyf I assume are?"
Sam raises an eyebrow when Muir seemingly knows exactly what plants are used in the formulation of Mornlyf and they don't even need to consider what Sam himself had called it... As usual, Muir knows a lot he doesn't seem to share with others.
Sol raises a brow, "there are Ice Trolls in this realm, I said they are rare not from elsewhere. But yes, Mornflower is a rare plant but I suppose if she had managed to find and propagate a harvest then..." He trails off, not really wanting to think about it any further.
The group find that Sam has done a fine job of destroying the ingredients and making the workplace either unusable or in desperate need of repair.
Vin wanders around after the others, not really seeing much need to do anything. And he never was any good with botany.
"Well, you have been a bit inconsistent about the trolls, Sol. You have described trolls as not native and not common so far. Oh, and now rare, which I grant is the same as not common I suppose. You can forgive us for being a little confused though", he says to Sol absently.
"Anyway, we are looking for a harvest of Mornflower then? Which considering the absence of plants in Thaeir suggests outside help?".
Gewyn walks through the room, looking sadly at the ingredients. "It is unfortunate fact that, though we may halt production, discover where the ingredients were sourced from, and eliminate them there, now that Mornlyf has been discovered, it will invariably be discovered again. Whether sooner or later. I fear the possibility of Mornlyf being recreated will only completely disappear when there are new, more horrible alternatives."
Muir wonders something out loud after hearing Gewyn “If Nivara had you unknowingly creating Mornlyf and providing it to the realm, what are the others doing for her? Surely you wouldn’t be the only ones doing her bidding….”
Sol shudders at the prospect of a more horrible alternative. "Vin, this whole day has me shaken to my core, I apologise for inconsistencies it's difficult to focus on that right now...we shan't look for the harvest now, it is useless with a broken facility, but we will report it, Muir you have the details from the notes memorised yes?" Sol moves to leave as Muir asks what the other isles could be doing to help Nivara, he stops to think "...we will find out in time, deliberation now without proper investigation is just guess work."
"I doubt Shenoh will change her story at this point," Sam notes to Vin. "And to a large extent, what does it matter? Going forward is what matters... Getting Elthana back and fixing her problems. How this realm sorts out it's history and all is it's problem."
Sam then leads the group back to the roof where they can get an overview of the damage and perhaps figure out a way back to Shenoh and her hostage.
"Well, it sounds like Sol here will not be happy if he thinks she knew. I don't blame him either, knowing that your boss is capable of turning a blind eye to such as this", Vin replies. "I guess it is not that important to us, but I would still like to know more about who we are allied with, and how far from north their moral compass points".
"Obviously not that ours points true north anyway", he clarifies. "But yes, I am keen to go and see Elthana too, and make sure she is safe".
The group walk up the vertical corridor to the door in the roof. Exiting and adjusting their gravity to be upright they are met with one body.
A giant eagle, one that the group flew in on, one of its wings is broken completely off, it's throat ripped out and it has been completely exsanguinated. The other eagle is nowhere to be seen. And Francis, Sol's golden goat steed, is in a defensive ball, plates covering every external point of it, though it looks as if the spawn has a good go at it either way.
The city is in a state of panic, you hear screams, see smoke rising from points here and there. The spawn must have been hiding all over. The sky between the city and the core is swarming with troops flying around in formation trying to find and terminate every spawn and vampire.
The core is glowing brighter now, flashes of light go off periodically as fighting seems to be happening on the surface.
Ömertyr turns to Sam and asks a question in giant, before he enlarged to his regular size and stretches a little.
Sol looks out over the city and seems itchy to help, saddened by the assault, "the stocks of mornlyf are destroyed, the means of production halted and Mori is dead, we will report in and find out or next orders, for efficiency sake, we can do more food if we are organised. I can take one light person on Francis..." to which Sol shouts out a command word and Francis unravels from his defensive golden ball mode, spreading his golden wings ready for flight. Sol then wordlessly searches through his pack and hands Ömertyr a length of rope apparently in answer to the question Ö asked Sam. Ömertyr takes the rope and ties two sturdy loops in each end then putting his arms through the loops and tightening the length around his back, Ömertyr puts a hand out to Sam and Muir, offering a hand up to climb onto his back, the rope acting as a leg hold, as backup if their grip slips.
"Vin, Griff, and Neferox, you have your own means of travel, will you guys be ok getting to the core if Gewyn travels with me upon Francis?" Sol asks.
Sam chats with Ömertyr a little bit in giant and once finished claps his hands together once and says "Righty-o! Unless someone needs more time we'll move this tour on to the drying room where some ingredients were dried before being added to the Mornlyf soup... Not much to see there and I'm afraid whatever plant it was may have been all burnt up, but we can take a look see..." And, unless someone does have more to see here, Sam moves the group on.
((chit chat with Ö just mindless comments about how regeneration is handy, the best neighbors are no neighbors, etc... nothing really relevant to anything.))
Muir nods to Sol and says “These trolls have been here for a long long time. That begs the question were they taken here or from another realm….From another realm poses more questions than answers. The restraints used here have long since cut into the troll's necks and wrists only to be regenerated over. This caused the restraints to be embedded within their bodies. Interestingly enough these small crystal rods on the floor, as well as being restrained in such a cruel way, these trolls had been blinded and crystal rods placed into the wounds to stop regeneration. A cruel, cruel setup and quite surprising that only Mori would know this setup…cruel indeed. I’ve seen enough here.”
Vin looks unsurprised by what Muir says, having come to the same conclusions himself. He finds it all repulsive and is happy to leave as quickly as possible.
"the more we discover, the more I am disgusted by the actions of Mori. I'm glad she is dead. This will all be reported, I just hope that shenoh was not aware of these atrocities or she will lose more than just one advisor this day." Sol states in genuine disgust.
As the group move to the next ingredient room this stinks instead of smoke and damp. Sam leads you in and shows the group lines that run the length of the ceiling over head have small bits of dried vegetation on them but the majority of it seems to have been hastily ripped down and stuffed in to a chute over in the corner of the room, where is smoulders from a recent fire.
From the adjoining room the group see liquid on the floor but it's colour is not the same as mornlyf, this is a brackish water that wafts warmth and the smell of damp rotting vegetation. Exploring that room further the group would find several boiling vats, some panelled sieves and another chute which seems to be stained with the slick chunky waste of whatever was being boiled here. Each vat has a dent at the bottom and a hole where the contents has leaked out onto the floor, no one will be boiling anything in these vats for some time.
"My guess is that they were drying out titan arums for use in the Mornlyf, but I'm not exactly a botanist,' Sam says as he points out some remnants of the plants that had been here. "It only blooms like once a year and then only for a day or two... But egads the stench it emits when it does. Like death itself..."
Sam kicks a couple things around a bit idly, like a bored child, and allows the others to look around as much as they wish.
Muir looks around both rooms determining that the mornflower has been adequately destroyed and the lyf in the second room as well. He also looks for any clues that would help the group in shutting down production or anything left behind of importance.
"The trolls were not from this realm but the mornflower and lyf I assume are?"
Sam raises an eyebrow when Muir seemingly knows exactly what plants are used in the formulation of Mornlyf and they don't even need to consider what Sam himself had called it... As usual, Muir knows a lot he doesn't seem to share with others.
Sol raises a brow, "there are Ice Trolls in this realm, I said they are rare not from elsewhere. But yes, Mornflower is a rare plant but I suppose if she had managed to find and propagate a harvest then..." He trails off, not really wanting to think about it any further.
The group find that Sam has done a fine job of destroying the ingredients and making the workplace either unusable or in desperate need of repair.
Muir nods "Apologies, I misunderstood. The notes that I burned did not mention where the things came from used to make the poison."
Vin wanders around after the others, not really seeing much need to do anything. And he never was any good with botany.
"Well, you have been a bit inconsistent about the trolls, Sol. You have described trolls as not native and not common so far. Oh, and now rare, which I grant is the same as not common I suppose. You can forgive us for being a little confused though", he says to Sol absently.
"Anyway, we are looking for a harvest of Mornflower then? Which considering the absence of plants in Thaeir suggests outside help?".
Muir smiles out of the side of his mouth at Vin and nods thankful he wasn't the only one who picked up on the inconsistencies.
Gewyn walks through the room, looking sadly at the ingredients. "It is unfortunate fact that, though we may halt production, discover where the ingredients were sourced from, and eliminate them there, now that Mornlyf has been discovered, it will invariably be discovered again. Whether sooner or later. I fear the possibility of Mornlyf being recreated will only completely disappear when there are new, more horrible alternatives."
Muir wonders something out loud after hearing Gewyn “If Nivara had you unknowingly creating Mornlyf and providing it to the realm, what are the others doing for her? Surely you wouldn’t be the only ones doing her bidding….”
Sol shudders at the prospect of a more horrible alternative. "Vin, this whole day has me shaken to my core, I apologise for inconsistencies it's difficult to focus on that right now...we shan't look for the harvest now, it is useless with a broken facility, but we will report it, Muir you have the details from the notes memorised yes?" Sol moves to leave as Muir asks what the other isles could be doing to help Nivara, he stops to think "...we will find out in time, deliberation now without proper investigation is just guess work."
Muir nods “As Sam mentioned, I do”
"Apology accepted. Quite understandable", Vin replies to Sol. "Shall we get back to Shenoh now then, and find out if she knew about any of this?".
Muir nods again "I have seen all that I need to. We should see what the 800,000 undead left behind"
"I doubt Shenoh will change her story at this point," Sam notes to Vin. "And to a large extent, what does it matter? Going forward is what matters... Getting Elthana back and fixing her problems. How this realm sorts out it's history and all is it's problem."
Sam then leads the group back to the roof where they can get an overview of the damage and perhaps figure out a way back to Shenoh and her hostage.
"Well, it sounds like Sol here will not be happy if he thinks she knew. I don't blame him either, knowing that your boss is capable of turning a blind eye to such as this", Vin replies. "I guess it is not that important to us, but I would still like to know more about who we are allied with, and how far from north their moral compass points".
"Obviously not that ours points true north anyway", he clarifies. "But yes, I am keen to go and see Elthana too, and make sure she is safe".
The group walk up the vertical corridor to the door in the roof. Exiting and adjusting their gravity to be upright they are met with one body.
A giant eagle, one that the group flew in on, one of its wings is broken completely off, it's throat ripped out and it has been completely exsanguinated. The other eagle is nowhere to be seen. And Francis, Sol's golden goat steed, is in a defensive ball, plates covering every external point of it, though it looks as if the spawn has a good go at it either way.
The city is in a state of panic, you hear screams, see smoke rising from points here and there. The spawn must have been hiding all over. The sky between the city and the core is swarming with troops flying around in formation trying to find and terminate every spawn and vampire.
The core is glowing brighter now, flashes of light go off periodically as fighting seems to be happening on the surface.
Ömertyr turns to Sam and asks a question in giant, before he enlarged to his regular size and stretches a little.
Sol looks out over the city and seems itchy to help, saddened by the assault, "the stocks of mornlyf are destroyed, the means of production halted and Mori is dead, we will report in and find out or next orders, for efficiency sake, we can do more food if we are organised. I can take one light person on Francis..." to which Sol shouts out a command word and Francis unravels from his defensive golden ball mode, spreading his golden wings ready for flight. Sol then wordlessly searches through his pack and hands Ömertyr a length of rope apparently in answer to the question Ö asked Sam. Ömertyr takes the rope and ties two sturdy loops in each end then putting his arms through the loops and tightening the length around his back, Ömertyr puts a hand out to Sam and Muir, offering a hand up to climb onto his back, the rope acting as a leg hold, as backup if their grip slips.
"Vin, Griff, and Neferox, you have your own means of travel, will you guys be ok getting to the core if Gewyn travels with me upon Francis?" Sol asks.