((Somewhere, somtime, somehow, Sam has a fleeting thought of "Who the hell is Khoso?" before shaking it off and going back to dealing with the Swarms of Satyr he is battling...))
Muir gives it a try for Vin. He stomps his staff and casts speak with animals on the ring.
"If there's nothing more Morris can provide in ways of dealing with a Lich then I suppose we should head out and get back to Ginro and his teleportation devices. Kohso and the Kobolds have just as much at stake and deserve an apology....not that they will receive one, but yes all should be included in this discussion."
Muir can indeed cast a spell from his staff into the ring, a little amused squeak eminates from the staff as it hits the floor...
as Vin casts the spell upon himself he is able to communicate with the Squirrel in the rafters.
Ingram starts speaking with Morris trying to arrange the logistics of possibly getting the griffon from the other side of the basement door and out the front to follow the party. Morris agrees and brings Ingram behind the bar, "I'll give you all a little space" he says before both he and Ingram head to the basement you all came up through.
Outside the high windows the Golems seem to have reconstructed themselves and are patrolling once more, but with a sudden flurry of movement they are attacked by two Rocs who don't really understand what is going on, not that the golems attack back at this point, likely having been told to stand down already.
Gewyn slowly reaches under the bar, grabbing two random bottles. He uncorks them with his thumbs and pours both into a glass, experimenting with the ratio until the drink smells interesting. "Yeah, looks like it's time to be going. Anyone want one for the road?" He offers the concoction up, and if no one takes him up on it, he shrugs and quaffs the whole thing.
Vin calls out Bry'ze and hops on, before heading up towards the rafters where Ratosk is. Never one to drink the strong stuff, he shakes his head towards Gewyn in answer to the offer.
He has never spoken with animals before like this, or at least he can't remember ever doing. And so he starts off with a greeting.
"Greetings, Ratosk. Thank you for your hospitality. You have a wonderful place here".
He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I was told you might be a celestial being, and I have a question about celestials that you might be able to help me with, if you are willing?".
"my place has long been used as a sanctuary for death and his schemes, however much they favour the wills of those who occupy the mount is not for me to say, but I wish for the day to come when I will be rid of him and back to my proper job, uninterrupted by these diversions. You have been informed correct I am of celestial creation, a messenger for the gods themselves I travel freely upon the branches of creation to those who are worshipped and deliver them messages of import. But what, prey tell, can I do for you young one?" Ratosk squeaks out to vin abruptly and frustratedly, but relaxing a little as he explains who and what he is.
As Gewyn looks behind the bar he sees nothing there, just as there had been nothing there before when the group had entered through the basement. He does however find that if he reaches out to the shelves his hand fizzles with the electrifying arcana of potential. He focusses his mind and pulls two bottles of... Something?
(Gewyn tell me two beverages that you would want to try pulling out of the ether and then give me two wisdom checks to see how successful you are.)
Vin listens to the squeaks of the celestial squirrel, nodding sympathetically, before replying in the same squirrelly chirping. He continues to float on Bry'Ze close to the rafters.
"That is fascinating, and unfortunate. I feel your pain to be so put on. Tell me though, is it the tavern that allows you travel along the branches of creation, or is it you that allows the tavern to do so? Not that that was my original question. I was wondering what happens to celestial beings when they pass on. Morris says he doesn't collect them. Where then do they go?"
(Gewyn has come to recognize that the world is far larger than he had ever imagined. Different realms, different peoples, different joys, different struggles... Surely that must mean different booze. So he reaches for something new.)
With his right hand he searches for something whimsical, fae-touched, and with his left he reaches for something with a lick of death to it.
As Gewyn reaches behind the bar he feels the memories of those past enter his head. It is as if he is rifling through a vast library searching for something vague and then to his mind comes a memory.
A pixie tends to flowers in a meadow somewhere sunny collecting the dew from the petals of an everglade orchid upon it's very first bloom, his mind shifts to a pool of water under a moonlit sky as the pixie blends the dew with a crackling and sparking root along with some other ingredients, the pool bubbles and smokes covering the area in a fragrant fog as the brew is created. Going even further forward he sees the pixie bottling their brew. It is a shimmering, opalescent liquid that shifts color seemingly based on the drinker's mood, they look at the liquid and it shifts from a silver-blue to a bright emerald, glowing faintly and leaves trails of light in the air when poured.
Suddenly Gewyn is back in his body, a small stoppered bottle of this curious brew in his hand. He reaches for another, more prepared this time.
Gewyn's mind is thrown head long into the Shadowfell of ancient time. Several dark robes Shadar Kai assemble ingredients for a fermentation which, when imbibed by mortals, is meant to honor the god of death, to guide lost souls, and seek safe passage into the afterlife. Gravewine grapes are crushed. Myrrh resin is charred for filtering. Soulshade lichen is pestles into a paste for taste. The culmination of this is a long necked bottle which is so black it seems to suck light from it's surroundings, and blanching the colours close to it.
As Gewyn stands in the bar with these two bottles in hand he begins making his mixture which does indeed smell powerfully of alcohol, sweetness and smoke, an odd mixture indeed. But to his knowledge seemingly safe, as he offers it around.
Vin not wishing to partake, continues his conversation.
"the tavern is merely an extension of my power, a manifestation which I have allowed Memento Mori here to use for some years, he has adapted to it and gained tricks to make it look like his and act under his authority, But I could put a stop to that with a thought!!! Besides, I decide where the door opens out to not him! Why do you want to know about celestial beings, are you planning on trying to kill one? If so I might be more likely to divulge information if I knew which one, but on the other hand if it is one I like then I might not tell you at all! Why do you want to know?" The squirrels chest rises and falls in quick beats, it's words fast and reflective of the pace of it's thoughts as it doesn't seem to be able to stay still as it tries to carry on the conversation
Vin nods as Ratosk speaks, seemingly impressed with what he is hearing.
"Your power is certainly great, then. I wonder if you decide when the door opens as well. Can you travel back and forth in time? And that is a noble question, and one I should have anticipated. I am not planning to kill a celestial, that is certainly not my intention. In fact I wish to know the fate of a celestial that was seemingly killed a thousand years ago. At the least the body they inhabited was killed. Their name is Kino Raziel", he says.
He watches Ratoks closely for signs of recognition, or of his demeanour towards him changing.
Elthana approaches the bar as Gewyn starts working his brew. She raises an eyebrow as she gazes upon the bottles he now holds in his hands, the colors intrigue her. She hesitates but a moment, remembering how strong some of Morris's drinks are and what they have the power to do...
Muir wanting to be more….normal and not so laser focused on gathering information sits with Elthana and partakes in the drink “Maybe a sip wouldn’t hurt eh?”
Vin listens to the squeaks he receives in response from the skittish little celestial.
"well I'm glad that you aren't mounting an assault upon the celestial mount, Ha! Time moves backwards for nobody it seems, though the planes are not chronologically in synchronicity, especially not the faewyld, sometimes when one leaves that place you can have left before you arrive, but this is rare... hmm Raziel you say? I feel like I remember a message about a Raziel, Was it Aether... maybe... yes a child of Aether, sometines called Baldr, god of light, and sky, and dawn. his child I think was called Raziel, is he dead? Celestials can definitely die, in a way, they can be unmade, or left powerless by lack of worship or if they are usurped and cease to be, or be killed by other gods or powerful beings with the know how, thats why the gods made measures to protect themselves including the direct intervention rules."
As Gewyn makes his concoction, mixing Fae party booze and a ritual liquor from a death honouring ceremony, he offers it to Vin, Elthana, and Muir before taking a glass himself and taking a sip. The only one to abstain and not feel the effects is Vin who is happily chatting upon his broom by the rafters, But for you other three...
The drink is sweet and refreshing on the lips, there is an immediate buzz in your minds of amusement and merriment, a general loosening of your tongue from the colourful and fruity undertones of the fae booze, (each of you have rolled for how long this aspect will effect you and for varying lengths of time each of you are afflicted with the effects of the zone of truth spell) your consciousnesses feel lighter, the inhibitions and insecurities of years of obfuscating truths and learning to protect yourself socially, all seem silly now, as honest truths seem to come bubbling to your lips more easily.
Then comes the smoky flavour, a harsh and strong dryness that tastes faintly of mushroom sinks the warmth in your chest and instead begins warming your stomach as the death honouring liquor comes through, the realisation of where you are sets in like a brick of realisation directly to the forehead, you feel the veil between life and death thin and waft drifting your minds and perception in and out of the two states of being, You are able for a breif time to commune with any nearby spirits of the dead. this fact would be impressive normally, but the location in which you find yourself, in the library of the dead... voices begin ringing out in an unintelligable cacophany, every voice that wishes to be heard by you from every mortal being that has ever existed is suddenly loud and in your head. (all three of you can roll wisdom saves to quiet the voices, DC10 to quiet them to a tolerable level, DC15 to hone in on a particular voice and communicate with them)
Gewyn, taking the drink last, swirls the curious liquid around in his mouth a moment before swallowing. As the buzz comes in, he finds himself opening up to it, only for it to be overwhelmed by the throngs of the undead. He clutches his hands over his head, leans against the wall, and slowly slumps down into a sitting position.
"Ohhhhh... Bad idea, bad idea,"he says stashing the two bottles in his bag before cradling his head again
Vin's focus is wholly on Ratosk in this moment, staring at the squirrel in rapt attention. He has no idea what is happening below him.
"Kino Raziel might be the son of the god of light and sky and dawn?!", he says a little taken aback. "He was attacked by the lords of hell. I expect if anyone has the knowledge and power to kill the son of a god, it would be them. But what are these measures? Does the direct intervention rule merely mean they don't get involved to reduce the likelihood of getting killed, or is it something more. Like I said, I know his body was broken, killed. Is there any hope that he might somehow have survived? If you are a messenger, can you take a message to him if he does live?"
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((Somewhere, somtime, somehow, Sam has a fleeting thought of "Who the hell is Khoso?" before shaking it off and going back to dealing with the Swarms of Satyr he is battling...))
Muir gives it a try for Vin. He stomps his staff and casts speak with animals on the ring.
"If there's nothing more Morris can provide in ways of dealing with a Lich then I suppose we should head out and get back to Ginro and his teleportation devices. Kohso and the Kobolds have just as much at stake and deserve an apology....not that they will receive one, but yes all should be included in this discussion."
"Thanks", Vin replies to Muir, and immediately attempt to cast speak with animals using the ring.
Muir can indeed cast a spell from his staff into the ring, a little amused squeak eminates from the staff as it hits the floor...
as Vin casts the spell upon himself he is able to communicate with the Squirrel in the rafters.
Ingram starts speaking with Morris trying to arrange the logistics of possibly getting the griffon from the other side of the basement door and out the front to follow the party. Morris agrees and brings Ingram behind the bar, "I'll give you all a little space" he says before both he and Ingram head to the basement you all came up through.
Outside the high windows the Golems seem to have reconstructed themselves and are patrolling once more, but with a sudden flurry of movement they are attacked by two Rocs who don't really understand what is going on, not that the golems attack back at this point, likely having been told to stand down already.
Gewyn slowly reaches under the bar, grabbing two random bottles. He uncorks them with his thumbs and pours both into a glass, experimenting with the ratio until the drink smells interesting. "Yeah, looks like it's time to be going. Anyone want one for the road?" He offers the concoction up, and if no one takes him up on it, he shrugs and quaffs the whole thing.
Vin calls out Bry'ze and hops on, before heading up towards the rafters where Ratosk is. Never one to drink the strong stuff, he shakes his head towards Gewyn in answer to the offer.
He has never spoken with animals before like this, or at least he can't remember ever doing. And so he starts off with a greeting.
"Greetings, Ratosk. Thank you for your hospitality. You have a wonderful place here".
He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I was told you might be a celestial being, and I have a question about celestials that you might be able to help me with, if you are willing?".
"my place has long been used as a sanctuary for death and his schemes, however much they favour the wills of those who occupy the mount is not for me to say, but I wish for the day to come when I will be rid of him and back to my proper job, uninterrupted by these diversions. You have been informed correct I am of celestial creation, a messenger for the gods themselves I travel freely upon the branches of creation to those who are worshipped and deliver them messages of import. But what, prey tell, can I do for you young one?" Ratosk squeaks out to vin abruptly and frustratedly, but relaxing a little as he explains who and what he is.
As Gewyn looks behind the bar he sees nothing there, just as there had been nothing there before when the group had entered through the basement. He does however find that if he reaches out to the shelves his hand fizzles with the electrifying arcana of potential. He focusses his mind and pulls two bottles of... Something?
(Gewyn tell me two beverages that you would want to try pulling out of the ether and then give me two wisdom checks to see how successful you are.)
Vin listens to the squeaks of the celestial squirrel, nodding sympathetically, before replying in the same squirrelly chirping. He continues to float on Bry'Ze close to the rafters.
"That is fascinating, and unfortunate. I feel your pain to be so put on. Tell me though, is it the tavern that allows you travel along the branches of creation, or is it you that allows the tavern to do so? Not that that was my original question. I was wondering what happens to celestial beings when they pass on. Morris says he doesn't collect them. Where then do they go?"
(Gewyn has come to recognize that the world is far larger than he had ever imagined. Different realms, different peoples, different joys, different struggles... Surely that must mean different booze. So he reaches for something new.)
With his right hand he searches for something whimsical, fae-touched, and with his left he reaches for something with a lick of death to it.
(9 and 6 for wisdom saves)
As Gewyn reaches behind the bar he feels the memories of those past enter his head. It is as if he is rifling through a vast library searching for something vague and then to his mind comes a memory.
A pixie tends to flowers in a meadow somewhere sunny collecting the dew from the petals of an everglade orchid upon it's very first bloom, his mind shifts to a pool of water under a moonlit sky as the pixie blends the dew with a crackling and sparking root along with some other ingredients, the pool bubbles and smokes covering the area in a fragrant fog as the brew is created. Going even further forward he sees the pixie bottling their brew. It is a shimmering, opalescent liquid that shifts color seemingly based on the drinker's mood, they look at the liquid and it shifts from a silver-blue to a bright emerald, glowing faintly and leaves trails of light in the air when poured.
Suddenly Gewyn is back in his body, a small stoppered bottle of this curious brew in his hand. He reaches for another, more prepared this time.
Gewyn's mind is thrown head long into the Shadowfell of ancient time. Several dark robes Shadar Kai assemble ingredients for a fermentation which, when imbibed by mortals, is meant to honor the god of death, to guide lost souls, and seek safe passage into the afterlife. Gravewine grapes are crushed. Myrrh resin is charred for filtering. Soulshade lichen is pestles into a paste for taste. The culmination of this is a long necked bottle which is so black it seems to suck light from it's surroundings, and blanching the colours close to it.
As Gewyn stands in the bar with these two bottles in hand he begins making his mixture which does indeed smell powerfully of alcohol, sweetness and smoke, an odd mixture indeed. But to his knowledge seemingly safe, as he offers it around.
Vin not wishing to partake, continues his conversation.
"the tavern is merely an extension of my power, a manifestation which I have allowed Memento Mori here to use for some years, he has adapted to it and gained tricks to make it look like his and act under his authority, But I could put a stop to that with a thought!!! Besides, I decide where the door opens out to not him! Why do you want to know about celestial beings, are you planning on trying to kill one? If so I might be more likely to divulge information if I knew which one, but on the other hand if it is one I like then I might not tell you at all! Why do you want to know?" The squirrels chest rises and falls in quick beats, it's words fast and reflective of the pace of it's thoughts as it doesn't seem to be able to stay still as it tries to carry on the conversation
Vin nods as Ratosk speaks, seemingly impressed with what he is hearing.
"Your power is certainly great, then. I wonder if you decide when the door opens as well. Can you travel back and forth in time? And that is a noble question, and one I should have anticipated. I am not planning to kill a celestial, that is certainly not my intention. In fact I wish to know the fate of a celestial that was seemingly killed a thousand years ago. At the least the body they inhabited was killed. Their name is Kino Raziel", he says.
He watches Ratoks closely for signs of recognition, or of his demeanour towards him changing.
Elthana approaches the bar as Gewyn starts working his brew. She raises an eyebrow as she gazes upon the bottles he now holds in his hands, the colors intrigue her. She hesitates but a moment, remembering how strong some of Morris's drinks are and what they have the power to do...
But nods and takes the drink when offered.
Muir wanting to be more….normal and not so laser focused on gathering information sits with Elthana and partakes in the drink “Maybe a sip wouldn’t hurt eh?”
Vin listens to the squeaks he receives in response from the skittish little celestial.
"well I'm glad that you aren't mounting an assault upon the celestial mount, Ha! Time moves backwards for nobody it seems, though the planes are not chronologically in synchronicity, especially not the faewyld, sometimes when one leaves that place you can have left before you arrive, but this is rare... hmm Raziel you say? I feel like I remember a message about a Raziel, Was it Aether... maybe... yes a child of Aether, sometines called Baldr, god of light, and sky, and dawn. his child I think was called Raziel, is he dead? Celestials can definitely die, in a way, they can be unmade, or left powerless by lack of worship or if they are usurped and cease to be, or be killed by other gods or powerful beings with the know how, thats why the gods made measures to protect themselves including the direct intervention rules."
As Gewyn makes his concoction, mixing Fae party booze and a ritual liquor from a death honouring ceremony, he offers it to Vin, Elthana, and Muir before taking a glass himself and taking a sip. The only one to abstain and not feel the effects is Vin who is happily chatting upon his broom by the rafters, But for you other three...
The drink is sweet and refreshing on the lips, there is an immediate buzz in your minds of amusement and merriment, a general loosening of your tongue from the colourful and fruity undertones of the fae booze, (each of you have rolled for how long this aspect will effect you and for varying lengths of time each of you are afflicted with the effects of the zone of truth spell) your consciousnesses feel lighter, the inhibitions and insecurities of years of obfuscating truths and learning to protect yourself socially, all seem silly now, as honest truths seem to come bubbling to your lips more easily.
Then comes the smoky flavour, a harsh and strong dryness that tastes faintly of mushroom sinks the warmth in your chest and instead begins warming your stomach as the death honouring liquor comes through, the realisation of where you are sets in like a brick of realisation directly to the forehead, you feel the veil between life and death thin and waft drifting your minds and perception in and out of the two states of being, You are able for a breif time to commune with any nearby spirits of the dead. this fact would be impressive normally, but the location in which you find yourself, in the library of the dead... voices begin ringing out in an unintelligable cacophany, every voice that wishes to be heard by you from every mortal being that has ever existed is suddenly loud and in your head. (all three of you can roll wisdom saves to quiet the voices, DC10 to quiet them to a tolerable level, DC15 to hone in on a particular voice and communicate with them)
Gewyn, taking the drink last, swirls the curious liquid around in his mouth a moment before swallowing. As the buzz comes in, he finds himself opening up to it, only for it to be overwhelmed by the throngs of the undead. He clutches his hands over his head, leans against the wall, and slowly slumps down into a sitting position.
"Ohhhhh... Bad idea, bad idea," he says stashing the two bottles in his bag before cradling his head again
Vin's focus is wholly on Ratosk in this moment, staring at the squirrel in rapt attention. He has no idea what is happening below him.
"Kino Raziel might be the son of the god of light and sky and dawn?!", he says a little taken aback. "He was attacked by the lords of hell. I expect if anyone has the knowledge and power to kill the son of a god, it would be them. But what are these measures? Does the direct intervention rule merely mean they don't get involved to reduce the likelihood of getting killed, or is it something more. Like I said, I know his body was broken, killed. Is there any hope that he might somehow have survived? If you are a messenger, can you take a message to him if he does live?"