Through means of stealth, magic, and Jumble's perception to track the guard's movements, all of you manage to reach the alcove in front of the gates. Leaning your backs against either the walls or the gate's themselves, you take turns keeping watch. You've all noticed that the wall, just like that of Dusk, seems to be directly on the boarder of where twilight turns to dawn, which has a tendency to cause your eyes to play tricks on you. Your ears however, are not fooled by the dim light. Nearly halfway into your rest, whoever is on watch starts hearing a familiar buzzing noise. Not long after that, you hear the watchmen start shouting and the ground beneath you starts to shake violently. Those of you who weren't awoken by the shouts of the guards, are thoroughly shaken awake by the quaking sands. Soon the soft glow of giant fire beetles can be seen in the distance, shortly followed by a volley of arrows launched from the walls. Before you have the chance to weigh your options, the squint hole in the gate slides open and two lizard-like eyes stare out at you.
"What in the blazes!" A gruff voice exclaims from behind the wood, just before the right gate opens a small bit. The orange head of a lizardfolk pokes out of the crack. "Get yourselves in 'ere quick, unless ye want to be beetle grub!" He steps back slightly signalling for the gates to be opened slightly more so that you can all crowd inside.
Once you've all entered the gates, the lizardfolk, releases the mechanism to let the Sighing he says, "Why in the Realm didn't you let me know ye were out there!" Then he looks over the group farther his eyes pass directly over Kashika, but fully take in the variety of humanoids before him. "...Oh, Heh heh, I see. Eh. Why don't ye crash at my place for a bit, if you want to that is.... Don't ask any questions. I'm not gonna sell ye out. I just ain't gonna help ye more either. I also ain't the type to just stand by and watch as someone gets torn limb from limb by beetles n worms." He gestures to the Warden's lodge just next to the gate.
(You all have had a four hour break, if you take the lizardfolk's offer, you could potentially finish your long rest. Otherwise, all of you, have taken a short rest. Accept Nygil, since he's an elf...he got a long rest...)
"Hmm. Well, he seems trustworthy enough," began Jumble, "but... I think I'll defer judgment to the more experienced of our group." He turned to the others for input, but particularly watched the three Failed Champions.
Zalten looks hesitantly at his companions, not sure if he should trust this offer. Zoran's eyes could be anywhere in this city, and he is hesitant to trust someone who is so instatly willing to provide them with a place to rest. He's feeling quite refreshed from the short break they've had relaxing in front of the gates, he notices that many of his companions still look noticably tired and hurt, and he knows that ensuring they have all of their resources at their disposal.
Unsure but knowing it is likely best for everyone to take this offer, he simply looks around at the others for a moment, trying to work out if any have a clear strong opinion before leaving the discussion to the others, content with whatever option they choose. He instead focusing in on the lizardfolk, trying to see if he get any better inkling of what to expect from him
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Kashika doesn't want to say anything, as she seems to have gone unnoticed personally. But as the others begin to ask them, specifically those who had either failed or been here before... she sighs, considering for a moment everything. She apparently doesn't recognize these people, so they likely haven't seen her before either. And her mind was similar to one of the others - though they had not shared this out loud - that it was strange how quickly he had offered his trust. Yet she could not deny that he had also just allowed them inside without the worry of whether or not they'd be able to get inside. Then again that too.. could be a ploy. She'd had people do this to her before... slather their words with honey, only to betray that faint trust... She pays particular attention to his words and actions, trying to look for subtle details...
Insight: 5
Conditional:
If Kashika feels he's being honest..
I t-think we can trust his words, and it is a good chance to finish recovering from our hunt. she'd say, and she wasn't entirely lying... She did have the wormlings afterall... and for her it had become a harvest.. A-and if t-truth be told, and he should prove himself a liar, we can handle that when we get to that bridge. she would then look to the others, nodding her confirmation, and simply waiting for them to adjudicate amongst themselves.
If kashika is unsure (low roll) or otherwise senses he's being false..
Well... I-i appreciate the offer, but we will be fine on our own. Thank you. We were simply resting after hunting some worms. And time got away f-from us. But we do truly appreciate your help in getting inside. B-but I think we're all ready for somethign to drink after being out there.
Whereafter ... if the group agreed to her assessment.. and they went elsewhere, she would offer to lead the way to some tavern, or pub she knew of - though she wouldn't tell them she knew... and barring the lizardfolk deciding blood must be shed.... if they were allowed to part ways amicably.... Kashika would (only if the party was leaving) decide to pat the lizardfolk on his hip, thanking him one more time for letting them in, and rewarding him with lighter pockets... While a coinpurse would be a primary target.. she would breifly make surehe had no scrolls or parchments on him... perhaps ones that said 'wanted:reward.'
SoH if the party decides to go their own way only, NOT if they decide to go with him! - : 11
Tamara's instincts were screaming at her that free help given out in a place like this was probably not what it appeared to be. That said, they didn't really have any better options. He probably wouldn't be too difficult to kill if it came down to that anyway, though he had to be tough to survive around here.
"Thank you for your kind offer. I don't know what my companions think, but I accept. That is, if we do."
Turning away from him, she looked around at everyone else with a look that showed she had far less confidence in the lizardfolk than she pretended. She'd already decided that if they stayed she would stay awake to keep an eye out to make sure their host didn't try anything or if any of Zoran's lackeys came around.
(Though in Dawn there is always light, this seems to be the hour when most folks are asleep. Currently, the Lizardfolk Warden is the only one you can see in your proximity other than the guards on the walls.)
Zalten, though he gets the feeling that the lizardfolk is honest, is still not entirely sure. Kashika however, can tell that the he seems genuine, by the way he looks at the group, she has a pretty good guess why he ignored her while the rest of the group stood out to him.
He automatically can tell that they are champions. Elves, Humans, (Aasimar), and dwarves are extremely rare in the lower realm. Kobolds, while still a minority, are not uncommon.
Kashika also notices that he keeps glancing up at the walls.
When Tamara accepts his offer he grins, "Ah, good. Heh, well hurry along, I might not sell you out, but i can't speak for those on watch. Let's just hope they didn't see you."He usurers you inside. You step inside a modestly furnished living room, you can clearly see some stairs leading up, and some that lead down. He motions for you all to make yourselves comfortable, before he walks over to the stairs and yells, "Rik! It's yer shift! Get yer tail out 'ere!"He pauses for a moment and you all here a loud thump above you, as if someone fell out of bed. The Warden nods, and then walks back over to your group.
"You can rest in 'ere for as long as you like, but I do ask one thing. When you leave please exit through the cellar doors. You're less likely to be seen if you go that way. I'm not opposed to giving shelter to Cyra's Champions, but I don't want Zoran to know that I am either.... Not that he'd punish me too harshly, I just like to stay neutral in my loyalty. I don't want to be on the bad side o' either o' them."
As he talks, a sleepy looking gnoll stumbles down the stairs, he glances at you, then rolls his eyes and continues on his way to door. Just before exiting, he looks at a bulletin board on the wall to the right of the door. It's covered in several posters. His eyes linger on one longer than the others. Breaking his gaze he shakes his head then walks out the door to start his shift.
"Don't worry about 'im either, he won't say anything."
"We appreciate the assistance," Rethan tells the guard as he takes in their surroundings. After the gnoll stumbles through the room and leaves, Rethan wanders over to the bulletin board to look at the poster the gnoll was looking at.
Feeling a bit--but not fully--relaxed for the first time since arriving in this realm, Jumble nodded his thanks to the lizardfolk, looked the place over and eventually sat down. He didn't entirely trust their host, but at this point--if he was going to finish them off, there was little point in worrying about it, so why not at least try to finish resting? As the bard's eyes started to close, Ichabod flew from his shoulder to perch on the tallest piece of furniture near the front door, ever-vigilant for any oncoming threats. Within moments, Jumble was back asleep.
Mordred had looked to Rethan surprised to hear he'd change her form so easily. Though Rethan had said her attitude hadn't changed so maybe changing her wasn't so bad after all. Mordred had leaned over listening to Jack. His expression had started somber before slowly curling into a soft smile.
"A dress with hammer loops?"
He had blinked a moment before chuckling, something about Jack had struck Mordred as charming. Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, in fact he struggled admitting it to himself.
"Mosha? Oh.. That's another question I suppose. When you change forms.. Is what's inside.. I mean you're personality is the same right?"
He had looked at her unable to hide his hopeful gaze, he hadn't wanted the person he was talking to, to be well.. Just no one? Though weirdly enough he was curious to learn about her other form the one they had met originally at first.
"I mean.. I understand certain traits differing but.. At you're core you're the same right..?"
He asked still having that same gaze as before, it seemed interesting to have the chance to meet so many good naturesd people right? Though it hadn't taken a moment for the gears to whirl in his own mind there was a sorta "Click." "Mordred.. You're acting like a young academy girl around.. Jack. Combine that with the fact you're thinking of multiple faces? Am I truly so craven?!" He had let out a soft sigh but it wasn't pointed toward Jack as he looked forward. He wasn't sure how to make of these inner thoughts or these feelings. He didn't even know how to handle the fact that got as upset as he had these strangers were in danger. Seeing Nygil in danger had set something off in him. He was snapped back by his thoughts however by the next portion of Jack's explanation.
"It's not about how something looks.. But about how you feel?"
He had thought about his thought before, he may have appeared somewhat craven in his own mind but.. It wasn't about the surface but.. About that feeling? "NO! That is not what Jack had meant.. Still." He had looked over nodding along with Jack's little lesson on appearance and clothing.
"I must say.. The taste you have in "clothing" than is.. You're taste for that sorta thing I mean is.. Astute. Do you have anything.. Close to a true form perhaps? Or a true name? Or is that not likely?"
He had asked rather curiously of what her.. His.. Jack's true form would be. Or his name for that matter? When Mordred had thanked her earlier it had appeared she was silent? "Jeez.. That's what happens when you stare at a young woman.. No person in general Mordred. Ugh.. I've truly let my social graces fall short in my time out here haven't I?" Mordred had looked at Jack as she asked about shifts. He wasn't sure how best to divide it all out.
"Well.. I'd say each patrol just watches for 2 hours. Each person does perhaps? In a way everyone can get eight hours of rest. There is eight of us.. So in eight hours if each pair of two watches for two hours this will manage us six hours of sleep. Those watching will still be able to rest they'll just have to keep an eye open. I suppose if two were in a pair and one was tired enough they could rest up while the other kept an eye out."
Mordred had nodded along with Nygil a bit.
"I understand the concept.. Running under the wall low enough to avoid vision from the guards but if they decide to take a hard look below the wall it could present the risk Nygil is speaking of."
Mordred had looked back at Nygil ready to speak for a moment.
Hey.. How are you doing? Still trying to carry us around?
Mordred had asked with a light chuckle. Kashika had spoken upon her plan. One outside looking in may have never guessed they had fought in the first place as Mordred had nodded yet another time.
"I think that sounds like a sound plan, and if they don't believe us it will be lesser guards this way yes? Zelten's plan of using minor illusion on those lacking stealth. Heh.. Those like me doesn't sound so bad either."
With that Mordred had followed the others, shaken from their rest at the alcove Mordred had shot up, he was ready to fight but instead.. An opportunity had presented itself. This man had figured out why they were here.. Rather quickly. He had offered them a place to stay it seemed.
"I say we take it, if he wanted us gone.. Or to sell us out he could have done so rather easily. He didn't have to let us in after all."
It had appeared the group decided to follow this man, Mordred stayed beside the man. Not as a sign of weary or distrust but more as a sign of common courtesy. He hadn't stared at the indivial instead deciding to trust the fact he had allowed them in the town.
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Perception Roll (Probably doesn't matter now lol)
5
Also I was just thinking in RAW it says for 8 hour rest 2 hours can be used on "light" activity for the long rest to still work ^^
I'm on long rest vote lol (This is also outdated haha I was behind!)
Insight roll on this guy just in case ^^ (Might not matter now Either haha)
17
Sorry if I missed anything was a lot to catch up on ><
"We appreciate the assistance," Rethan tells the guard as he takes in their surroundings. After the gnoll stumbles through the room and leaves, Rethan wanders over to the bulletin board to look at the poster the gnoll was looking at.
The bulletin board is covered in various "missing", and "wanted" posters. Most of them have been crossed of, with a note next to them saying 'caught' or 'found', or 'deceased.' The one the gnoll was looking at is a 'missing' poster with the drawing of a male Minotaur, who clearly has black fur. Under the drawing, is the name Sherkan, and the date he was noticed to be missing. He hasn't been seen in over 3 weeks.
The warden notices you looking at the board and says, "Oh don't ye worry about that. We just keep those up so we might recognize anyone who's missin or wanted, if a missin person comes through them gates, then we'll know. Usually they turn up within a couple o days. Most o them just want to see what Dusk is like but don't want Zoran to know they're leaving. Unfortunately, some o them don't make it all the way there'n back in one piece. Usually end up found by the trades-folk. I figure it's only a matter o time before that poor fella gets found dead in the sands somewhere... say you didn't happen to see any bodies out there did ye? Can't say I like it, but it would be good to give some families closure....Though i don't think Sherkan had any family left that i can think of."
Zalten overhears the warden talking about those who go missing in the desert and when he mentions an old minotaur being missing, something clicks in Zalten's brain and he remembers the start of the group's journey in Dusk. There was an old minotaur who provided them with the gear they used to brave the sandstorm. Perhaps that was him? He hesitates for a moment, not knowing if confirming to these people that they did in fact come from Dusk, but ultimately decides that these people clearly know already. Besdies, if there's even a chance this could be the person they are looking for, he should at least try to help them out
"An old minotaur that went towards Dusk you say?", Zalten says, "There was a old minotaur we met back in Dusk who gave us our desert gear. He seemed very eager to get rid of it. I've got no way to confirm that's the person you are looking for, but perhaps it is him? I wish I had more to offer you, but we did not see anyone out in the desert"
Nygil gives Mordred an inquisitive look, "Me? I'm fine! ...I only offered to carry someone who needs to be carried. ...What? You don't think I can?" He crosses his arms, "Well I don't have to prove anything to you." He grins widely, then waves a finger at the Paladin, "You don't look like you need to be carried? You trying to get out of walking or something?" He laughs, then continues on.
He eyes the lizard folk, but shrugs and says, "Eh, I think he's trustworthy. Besides, who wouldn't want to give us shelter for the night? Its common courtesy where I'm from... at least, I think it is?" He pauses, then mutters, "Unless the peasants were just worried about being punished if they didn't offer shelter... hmm..." He shrugs, then follows the watchman inside.
"Ah a neutral party, what do you know?" he says cheerily. "Makes sense, I wouldn't want to give loyalty to either of those overgrown liz... uh... worms." he hesitates, realizing he could have just insulted their host. Clearing his throat, he nearly continues when the gnoll stumbles down the stairs.
Narrowing his eyes, he watches the creatures as it looks at the poster before heading out. "Hmm, the natives here are quite interesting... aren't many elves around here are there? ...or humans... or...well any race I am familiar with honestly. Not that my family hasn't had dealings with...similar folks, I was just never really inv..." He stops himself, shaking his head. "What was that about missing people?"
He looks from the lizardfolk to his companions then back again before shrugging again, "Whatever. Sure, I don't have a problem using the cellars. Getting out unseen should be helpful to us too!" He pauses, "Oh... did we get your name? Sorry I... don't remember." He asks the lizard-man, realizing he likely was coming across as rather rude.
To say that Jack was thankful that her rambling had made the very stoic Mordred laugh is an understatement. She had been going through all stages of emotion from mania to grief in that moment and was very relieved that he was laughing. And laughing not at her, but the strangeness of her remarks---while that still makes her feel so embarrassed she could black out, it wouldn't kill her. Yet. "MOSHA is the Magic Occupational Safety and Health Administration. It's the legislations that keep labor workers, like myself, safe in the workplace. Just so we're not falling off platforms taller than 4 feet and breaking our bones all the time." She shrugs, as if it happens all the time anyways. "Yes, I am the same person inside. Same old Jack. You're not a different person just 'cause you change your armor, right?" She looks back up at him, still very confused by his behavior. Looking, then not looking, then looking again but longer... He definitely has some kind of problem with her. Is that why he was asking her all these questions? Had he assumed she was, what, a chimera? A monster? Or worse; a deceiving, conniving liar? Someone not to be trusted? Oh, you're probably reading too much into it. What's the difference between the way he looks at you, a few seconds? Who keeps track of how long they look at people anyways? Stupid. He's probably just trying to make small talk.
"Astute?" Jack raises an eyebrow at Mordred's description of her choice of form. "I'm... gonna take that as a compliment, thank you. I try my best. As for a true form, all changelings are born with one, and we all look pretty similar in them. If you can imagine the humanoid form of a blank canvas, you'd be pretty damn close. At least, I'd like to think..." At that time, the warden appears and the group is quickly interrupted. "Ah, I guess I'll have to show you my true form some other time."
The changeling doesn't have an opinion on whether or not to trust the warden, leaving the decision on whether or not to go to those more experienced. When they do decide to take the man's offer, she doesn't forget to bow her head and say, "Thank you, we really appreciate it." A pang of guilt in the back of her head practically makes the area sore, from remembering she forgot to say 'thank you' in return to Mordred for helping her out in that sandstorm. When the warden mentions exiting through the cellar, she reaches into her pocket and gets out a flat, wooden contraption with some kind of black glass in the front. Suddenly, the glass lights up, and she moves her fingers across it quickly. "Exit... through the... cellar... doors. Okay, noted. Where would that exit be?" She looks at the bulletin board without much interest, but does a double take when he mentions the missing people. "Missing people? Oh no..." She sighs. "I hope their families are okay... I hope they're all okay. That sounds like a terrible thing."
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The lizardfolk nods along with Nygil's blabbering, "Yes, yes. This realm is dominated mostly by my kind and Minotaur. There are a few other races mixed in, like your kobold friend there. But your kind is quite the rarity.... Oh, uh how rude of me, my name is Zeffery."
Zeffery cocks his head and looks at Zalten. "Old Minotaur? I wouldn't say Sherkan was old, he's only around 30 or so."He scratches his head, claws scraping against his scales, "Though I suppose you folks may not be so familiar with the Minotaur people. Eh, I can't say I'm not glad you didn't find anyone in the sands. Just means there's still hope for 'em."He glances over at Jack, "Well, Sherkan's the only who's been missin long enough to cause worry. You folks don't need to worry 'bout em alright. You've got plenty o other things to fret over. As for the cellar doors, you'll see 'em if you go down those stairs. Can't miss 'em. They open up into an alleyway between the wall and the building next door, follow the wall a short ways, 'n no one'll question where ye came from... unless you meet some pickpocket er somthin'." He sighs, "Well, I best be gettin my sleep as well. I'm glad to have helped you, but i do hope you'll be gone by the time I wake up." He starts on his way to the stairs then pauses and looks back at you, "Eh, by that I mean gone home to your own worlds to be with yer own families n such."
Kashika was glad that Nygil had asked about the mans name. If he hadn't, she would have. But she had apparently been too focused on her surroundings in her usual fashion once they had entered the city, that same jittering she had exhibited before came back. Eying every corner, watching every shadow. And while most would assume it was paranoia, atleast some in the group understood now why she did it. Even with a group of 'her own' for lack of better phrasing, she still didn't fully trust everyone. Though everyone in the group was more trusted than the average - random person on the street to Kashika now.
She took note of the general area as they had been led here, to get an idea of whether this was a slum, or more upper class area, or somewhere in between. Though she had been here before, she hadn't been everywhere - and regardless, she was planning for the future. Taking her mental notes. Some in the group looking at the wanted posters, drew her attention long enough for her to head there herself, and glance over the faces of each 'person' there, committing them to memory. Before turning to Nygil and truly addressing him specifically for the first time since they'd met.
N-Nygil. I w-want to test something I've never considered before... A plan for the thing we're a-about to do. All I need you to do is observe me and tell me... once I finish casting.... if you can still see me or n-not.She waited to hear if he accepted or not, and if not, she'd ask anyone else in general within the room. Regardless.. so long as atleast one other was watching, she would - piggybacking off her idea from the desert...- cast minor illusion over herself, creating a sphere within the cubic space allowed.
Her 2.5 foot tall body being more than small enough to fit in the space, and much like she had in the desert, the illusion was meant to act like a window in a sense, except it only showed what was on the opposite side of whatever part of it was being looked at, and not what was within. Kashika was attempting to create a pseudo-invisibility for herself within a limited space.
Tamara listened to the her companions banter a bit, focusing on the Rethan and the lizardfolk - Zeffery's conversation. Well, can't do anything for this Sherkan even if we wanted to. Probably got killed by worms out in the desert or something.
She watched Kashika's experiment to try and make herself invisible, but with minor illusion. She watched the result
(if the DM rules negatively)
, then commented, "I don't think that's working, Kashika. I mean, it will work if someone views you from a specific spot, but if they move and look again the illusion will be broken, or if they're just sitting in the wrong spot for you like I am."
(otherwise)
but didn't say anything, not sure if the impressive effect would work in a hostile situation.
Tamara settled into a chair, prepared to keep watch for the next few hours, ready for battle but hoping for calm.
Nygil looks down at the kobold, "Oh... alright. Sure, you trying to camouflage yourself or some..." He frowns as Kashika begins her spell...
If she vanishes...
"Nope! Can't see you anymore. That's pretty neat. I'm pretty good at hiding, but...thats impressive. Can you move around like that or are you hiding in some sort of...pocket dimension?"
If he can still see her...
"Did you...do it yet? You're still there so..."
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(ooc: Okay, so for rests, we've got:
Long: Mordred, Jack
Undecided, unclear, Either/Or: Jumble, Zalten, Rethan
Short: N/A
No Rest: N/A
What's everyone's opinion?)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
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(( OOC: Well, if no one is even advocating for a short rest over long, I say we do the long. ))
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(Alright, i'll push this forward then.)
Through means of stealth, magic, and Jumble's perception to track the guard's movements, all of you manage to reach the alcove in front of the gates. Leaning your backs against either the walls or the gate's themselves, you take turns keeping watch. You've all noticed that the wall, just like that of Dusk, seems to be directly on the boarder of where twilight turns to dawn, which has a tendency to cause your eyes to play tricks on you. Your ears however, are not fooled by the dim light. Nearly halfway into your rest, whoever is on watch starts hearing a familiar buzzing noise. Not long after that, you hear the watchmen start shouting and the ground beneath you starts to shake violently. Those of you who weren't awoken by the shouts of the guards, are thoroughly shaken awake by the quaking sands. Soon the soft glow of giant fire beetles can be seen in the distance, shortly followed by a volley of arrows launched from the walls. Before you have the chance to weigh your options, the squint hole in the gate slides open and two lizard-like eyes stare out at you.
"What in the blazes!" A gruff voice exclaims from behind the wood, just before the right gate opens a small bit. The orange head of a lizardfolk pokes out of the crack. "Get yourselves in 'ere quick, unless ye want to be beetle grub!" He steps back slightly signalling for the gates to be opened slightly more so that you can all crowd inside.
Once you've all entered the gates, the lizardfolk, releases the mechanism to let the Sighing he says, "Why in the Realm didn't you let me know ye were out there!" Then he looks over the group farther his eyes pass directly over Kashika, but fully take in the variety of humanoids before him. "...Oh, Heh heh, I see. Eh. Why don't ye crash at my place for a bit, if you want to that is.... Don't ask any questions. I'm not gonna sell ye out. I just ain't gonna help ye more either. I also ain't the type to just stand by and watch as someone gets torn limb from limb by beetles n worms." He gestures to the Warden's lodge just next to the gate.
(You all have had a four hour break, if you take the lizardfolk's offer, you could potentially finish your long rest. Otherwise, all of you, have taken a short rest. Accept Nygil, since he's an elf...he got a long rest...)
"Hmm. Well, he seems trustworthy enough," began Jumble, "but... I think I'll defer judgment to the more experienced of our group." He turned to the others for input, but particularly watched the three Failed Champions.
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Zalten looks hesitantly at his companions, not sure if he should trust this offer. Zoran's eyes could be anywhere in this city, and he is hesitant to trust someone who is so instatly willing to provide them with a place to rest. He's feeling quite refreshed from the short break they've had relaxing in front of the gates, he notices that many of his companions still look noticably tired and hurt, and he knows that ensuring they have all of their resources at their disposal.
Unsure but knowing it is likely best for everyone to take this offer, he simply looks around at the others for a moment, trying to work out if any have a clear strong opinion before leaving the discussion to the others, content with whatever option they choose. He instead focusing in on the lizardfolk, trying to see if he get any better inkling of what to expect from him
Insight: 12
Kashika doesn't want to say anything, as she seems to have gone unnoticed personally. But as the others begin to ask them, specifically those who had either failed or been here before... she sighs, considering for a moment everything. She apparently doesn't recognize these people, so they likely haven't seen her before either. And her mind was similar to one of the others - though they had not shared this out loud - that it was strange how quickly he had offered his trust. Yet she could not deny that he had also just allowed them inside without the worry of whether or not they'd be able to get inside. Then again that too.. could be a ploy. She'd had people do this to her before... slather their words with honey, only to betray that faint trust... She pays particular attention to his words and actions, trying to look for subtle details...
Insight: 5
Conditional:
If Kashika feels he's being honest..
I t-think we can trust his words, and it is a good chance to finish recovering from our hunt. she'd say, and she wasn't entirely lying... She did have the wormlings afterall... and for her it had become a harvest.. A-and if t-truth be told, and he should prove himself a liar, we can handle that when we get to that bridge. she would then look to the others, nodding her confirmation, and simply waiting for them to adjudicate amongst themselves.
If kashika is unsure (low roll) or otherwise senses he's being false..
Well... I-i appreciate the offer, but we will be fine on our own. Thank you. We were simply resting after hunting some worms. And time got away f-from us. But we do truly appreciate your help in getting inside. B-but I think we're all ready for somethign to drink after being out there.
Whereafter ... if the group agreed to her assessment.. and they went elsewhere, she would offer to lead the way to some tavern, or pub she knew of - though she wouldn't tell them she knew... and barring the lizardfolk deciding blood must be shed.... if they were allowed to part ways amicably.... Kashika would (only if the party was leaving) decide to pat the lizardfolk on his hip, thanking him one more time for letting them in, and rewarding him with lighter pockets... While a coinpurse would be a primary target.. she would breifly make surehe had no scrolls or parchments on him... perhaps ones that said 'wanted:reward.'
SoH if the party decides to go their own way only, NOT if they decide to go with him! - : 11
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Tamara's instincts were screaming at her that free help given out in a place like this was probably not what it appeared to be. That said, they didn't really have any better options. He probably wouldn't be too difficult to kill if it came down to that anyway, though he had to be tough to survive around here.
"Thank you for your kind offer. I don't know what my companions think, but I accept. That is, if we do."
Turning away from him, she looked around at everyone else with a look that showed she had far less confidence in the lizardfolk than she pretended. She'd already decided that if they stayed she would stay awake to keep an eye out to make sure their host didn't try anything or if any of Zoran's lackeys came around.
(Though in Dawn there is always light, this seems to be the hour when most folks are asleep. Currently, the Lizardfolk Warden is the only one you can see in your proximity other than the guards on the walls.)
Zalten, though he gets the feeling that the lizardfolk is honest, is still not entirely sure. Kashika however, can tell that the he seems genuine, by the way he looks at the group, she has a pretty good guess why he ignored her while the rest of the group stood out to him.
He automatically can tell that they are champions. Elves, Humans, (Aasimar), and dwarves are extremely rare in the lower realm. Kobolds, while still a minority, are not uncommon.
Kashika also notices that he keeps glancing up at the walls.
When Tamara accepts his offer he grins, "Ah, good. Heh, well hurry along, I might not sell you out, but i can't speak for those on watch. Let's just hope they didn't see you." He usurers you inside. You step inside a modestly furnished living room, you can clearly see some stairs leading up, and some that lead down. He motions for you all to make yourselves comfortable, before he walks over to the stairs and yells, "Rik! It's yer shift! Get yer tail out 'ere!" He pauses for a moment and you all here a loud thump above you, as if someone fell out of bed. The Warden nods, and then walks back over to your group.
"You can rest in 'ere for as long as you like, but I do ask one thing. When you leave please exit through the cellar doors. You're less likely to be seen if you go that way. I'm not opposed to giving shelter to Cyra's Champions, but I don't want Zoran to know that I am either.... Not that he'd punish me too harshly, I just like to stay neutral in my loyalty. I don't want to be on the bad side o' either o' them."
As he talks, a sleepy looking gnoll stumbles down the stairs, he glances at you, then rolls his eyes and continues on his way to door. Just before exiting, he looks at a bulletin board on the wall to the right of the door. It's covered in several posters. His eyes linger on one longer than the others. Breaking his gaze he shakes his head then walks out the door to start his shift.
"Don't worry about 'im either, he won't say anything."
"We appreciate the assistance," Rethan tells the guard as he takes in their surroundings. After the gnoll stumbles through the room and leaves, Rethan wanders over to the bulletin board to look at the poster the gnoll was looking at.
Feeling a bit--but not fully--relaxed for the first time since arriving in this realm, Jumble nodded his thanks to the lizardfolk, looked the place over and eventually sat down. He didn't entirely trust their host, but at this point--if he was going to finish them off, there was little point in worrying about it, so why not at least try to finish resting? As the bard's eyes started to close, Ichabod flew from his shoulder to perch on the tallest piece of furniture near the front door, ever-vigilant for any oncoming threats. Within moments, Jumble was back asleep.
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Mordred had looked to Rethan surprised to hear he'd change her form so easily. Though Rethan had said her attitude hadn't changed so maybe changing her wasn't so bad after all. Mordred had leaned over listening to Jack. His expression had started somber before slowly curling into a soft smile.
"A dress with hammer loops?"
He had blinked a moment before chuckling, something about Jack had struck Mordred as charming. Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, in fact he struggled admitting it to himself.
"Mosha? Oh.. That's another question I suppose. When you change forms.. Is what's inside.. I mean you're personality is the same right?"
He had looked at her unable to hide his hopeful gaze, he hadn't wanted the person he was talking to, to be well.. Just no one? Though weirdly enough he was curious to learn about her other form the one they had met originally at first.
"I mean.. I understand certain traits differing but.. At you're core you're the same right..?"
He asked still having that same gaze as before, it seemed interesting to have the chance to meet so many good naturesd people right? Though it hadn't taken a moment for the gears to whirl in his own mind there was a sorta "Click." "Mordred.. You're acting like a young academy girl around.. Jack. Combine that with the fact you're thinking of multiple faces? Am I truly so craven?!" He had let out a soft sigh but it wasn't pointed toward Jack as he looked forward. He wasn't sure how to make of these inner thoughts or these feelings. He didn't even know how to handle the fact that got as upset as he had these strangers were in danger. Seeing Nygil in danger had set something off in him. He was snapped back by his thoughts however by the next portion of Jack's explanation.
"It's not about how something looks.. But about how you feel?"
He had thought about his thought before, he may have appeared somewhat craven in his own mind but.. It wasn't about the surface but.. About that feeling? "NO! That is not what Jack had meant.. Still." He had looked over nodding along with Jack's little lesson on appearance and clothing.
"I must say.. The taste you have in "clothing" than is.. You're taste for that sorta thing I mean is.. Astute. Do you have anything.. Close to a true form perhaps? Or a true name? Or is that not likely?"
He had asked rather curiously of what her.. His.. Jack's true form would be. Or his name for that matter? When Mordred had thanked her earlier it had appeared she was silent? "Jeez.. That's what happens when you stare at a young woman.. No person in general Mordred. Ugh.. I've truly let my social graces fall short in my time out here haven't I?" Mordred had looked at Jack as she asked about shifts. He wasn't sure how best to divide it all out.
"Well.. I'd say each patrol just watches for 2 hours. Each person does perhaps? In a way everyone can get eight hours of rest. There is eight of us.. So in eight hours if each pair of two watches for two hours this will manage us six hours of sleep. Those watching will still be able to rest they'll just have to keep an eye open. I suppose if two were in a pair and one was tired enough they could rest up while the other kept an eye out."
Mordred had nodded along with Nygil a bit.
"I understand the concept.. Running under the wall low enough to avoid vision from the guards but if they decide to take a hard look below the wall it could present the risk Nygil is speaking of."
Mordred had looked back at Nygil ready to speak for a moment.
Hey.. How are you doing? Still trying to carry us around?
Mordred had asked with a light chuckle. Kashika had spoken upon her plan. One outside looking in may have never guessed they had fought in the first place as Mordred had nodded yet another time.
"I think that sounds like a sound plan, and if they don't believe us it will be lesser guards this way yes? Zelten's plan of using minor illusion on those lacking stealth. Heh.. Those like me doesn't sound so bad either."
With that Mordred had followed the others, shaken from their rest at the alcove Mordred had shot up, he was ready to fight but instead.. An opportunity had presented itself. This man had figured out why they were here.. Rather quickly. He had offered them a place to stay it seemed.
"I say we take it, if he wanted us gone.. Or to sell us out he could have done so rather easily. He didn't have to let us in after all."
It had appeared the group decided to follow this man, Mordred stayed beside the man. Not as a sign of weary or distrust but more as a sign of common courtesy. He hadn't stared at the indivial instead deciding to trust the fact he had allowed them in the town.
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Perception Roll (Probably doesn't matter now lol)
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Also I was just thinking in RAW it says for 8 hour rest 2 hours can be used on "light" activity for the long rest to still work ^^
I'm on long rest vote lol (This is also outdated haha I was behind!)
Insight roll on this guy just in case ^^ (Might not matter now Either haha)
17
Sorry if I missed anything was a lot to catch up on ><
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I forgot I was two whole pages behind so may have to edit my post a bit more lol
The bulletin board is covered in various "missing", and "wanted" posters. Most of them have been crossed of, with a note next to them saying 'caught' or 'found', or 'deceased.' The one the gnoll was looking at is a 'missing' poster with the drawing of a male Minotaur, who clearly has black fur. Under the drawing, is the name Sherkan, and the date he was noticed to be missing. He hasn't been seen in over 3 weeks.
The warden notices you looking at the board and says, "Oh don't ye worry about that. We just keep those up so we might recognize anyone who's missin or wanted, if a missin person comes through them gates, then we'll know. Usually they turn up within a couple o days. Most o them just want to see what Dusk is like but don't want Zoran to know they're leaving. Unfortunately, some o them don't make it all the way there'n back in one piece. Usually end up found by the trades-folk. I figure it's only a matter o time before that poor fella gets found dead in the sands somewhere... say you didn't happen to see any bodies out there did ye? Can't say I like it, but it would be good to give some families closure....Though i don't think Sherkan had any family left that i can think of."
Zalten overhears the warden talking about those who go missing in the desert and when he mentions an old minotaur being missing, something clicks in Zalten's brain and he remembers the start of the group's journey in Dusk. There was an old minotaur who provided them with the gear they used to brave the sandstorm. Perhaps that was him? He hesitates for a moment, not knowing if confirming to these people that they did in fact come from Dusk, but ultimately decides that these people clearly know already. Besdies, if there's even a chance this could be the person they are looking for, he should at least try to help them out
"An old minotaur that went towards Dusk you say?", Zalten says, "There was a old minotaur we met back in Dusk who gave us our desert gear. He seemed very eager to get rid of it. I've got no way to confirm that's the person you are looking for, but perhaps it is him? I wish I had more to offer you, but we did not see anyone out in the desert"
Nygil gives Mordred an inquisitive look, "Me? I'm fine! ...I only offered to carry someone who needs to be carried. ...What? You don't think I can?" He crosses his arms, "Well I don't have to prove anything to you." He grins widely, then waves a finger at the Paladin, "You don't look like you need to be carried? You trying to get out of walking or something?" He laughs, then continues on.
He eyes the lizard folk, but shrugs and says, "Eh, I think he's trustworthy. Besides, who wouldn't want to give us shelter for the night? Its common courtesy where I'm from... at least, I think it is?" He pauses, then mutters, "Unless the peasants were just worried about being punished if they didn't offer shelter... hmm..." He shrugs, then follows the watchman inside.
"Ah a neutral party, what do you know?" he says cheerily. "Makes sense, I wouldn't want to give loyalty to either of those overgrown liz... uh... worms." he hesitates, realizing he could have just insulted their host. Clearing his throat, he nearly continues when the gnoll stumbles down the stairs.
Narrowing his eyes, he watches the creatures as it looks at the poster before heading out. "Hmm, the natives here are quite interesting... aren't many elves around here are there? ...or humans... or...well any race I am familiar with honestly. Not that my family hasn't had dealings with...similar folks, I was just never really inv..." He stops himself, shaking his head. "What was that about missing people?"
He looks from the lizardfolk to his companions then back again before shrugging again, "Whatever. Sure, I don't have a problem using the cellars. Getting out unseen should be helpful to us too!" He pauses, "Oh... did we get your name? Sorry I... don't remember." He asks the lizard-man, realizing he likely was coming across as rather rude.
To say that Jack was thankful that her rambling had made the very stoic Mordred laugh is an understatement. She had been going through all stages of emotion from mania to grief in that moment and was very relieved that he was laughing. And laughing not at her, but the strangeness of her remarks---while that still makes her feel so embarrassed she could black out, it wouldn't kill her. Yet. "MOSHA is the Magic Occupational Safety and Health Administration. It's the legislations that keep labor workers, like myself, safe in the workplace. Just so we're not falling off platforms taller than 4 feet and breaking our bones all the time." She shrugs, as if it happens all the time anyways. "Yes, I am the same person inside. Same old Jack. You're not a different person just 'cause you change your armor, right?" She looks back up at him, still very confused by his behavior. Looking, then not looking, then looking again but longer... He definitely has some kind of problem with her. Is that why he was asking her all these questions? Had he assumed she was, what, a chimera? A monster? Or worse; a deceiving, conniving liar? Someone not to be trusted? Oh, you're probably reading too much into it. What's the difference between the way he looks at you, a few seconds? Who keeps track of how long they look at people anyways? Stupid. He's probably just trying to make small talk.
"Astute?" Jack raises an eyebrow at Mordred's description of her choice of form. "I'm... gonna take that as a compliment, thank you. I try my best. As for a true form, all changelings are born with one, and we all look pretty similar in them. If you can imagine the humanoid form of a blank canvas, you'd be pretty damn close. At least, I'd like to think..." At that time, the warden appears and the group is quickly interrupted. "Ah, I guess I'll have to show you my true form some other time."
The changeling doesn't have an opinion on whether or not to trust the warden, leaving the decision on whether or not to go to those more experienced. When they do decide to take the man's offer, she doesn't forget to bow her head and say, "Thank you, we really appreciate it." A pang of guilt in the back of her head practically makes the area sore, from remembering she forgot to say 'thank you' in return to Mordred for helping her out in that sandstorm. When the warden mentions exiting through the cellar, she reaches into her pocket and gets out a flat, wooden contraption with some kind of black glass in the front. Suddenly, the glass lights up, and she moves her fingers across it quickly. "Exit... through the... cellar... doors. Okay, noted. Where would that exit be?" She looks at the bulletin board without much interest, but does a double take when he mentions the missing people. "Missing people? Oh no..." She sighs. "I hope their families are okay... I hope they're all okay. That sounds like a terrible thing."
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The lizardfolk nods along with Nygil's blabbering, "Yes, yes. This realm is dominated mostly by my kind and Minotaur. There are a few other races mixed in, like your kobold friend there. But your kind is quite the rarity.... Oh, uh how rude of me, my name is Zeffery."
Zeffery cocks his head and looks at Zalten. "Old Minotaur? I wouldn't say Sherkan was old, he's only around 30 or so." He scratches his head, claws scraping against his scales, "Though I suppose you folks may not be so familiar with the Minotaur people. Eh, I can't say I'm not glad you didn't find anyone in the sands. Just means there's still hope for 'em." He glances over at Jack, "Well, Sherkan's the only who's been missin long enough to cause worry. You folks don't need to worry 'bout em alright. You've got plenty o other things to fret over. As for the cellar doors, you'll see 'em if you go down those stairs. Can't miss 'em. They open up into an alleyway between the wall and the building next door, follow the wall a short ways, 'n no one'll question where ye came from... unless you meet some pickpocket er somthin'." He sighs, "Well, I best be gettin my sleep as well. I'm glad to have helped you, but i do hope you'll be gone by the time I wake up." He starts on his way to the stairs then pauses and looks back at you, "Eh, by that I mean gone home to your own worlds to be with yer own families n such."
Kashika was glad that Nygil had asked about the mans name. If he hadn't, she would have. But she had apparently been too focused on her surroundings in her usual fashion once they had entered the city, that same jittering she had exhibited before came back. Eying every corner, watching every shadow. And while most would assume it was paranoia, atleast some in the group understood now why she did it. Even with a group of 'her own' for lack of better phrasing, she still didn't fully trust everyone. Though everyone in the group was more trusted than the average - random person on the street to Kashika now.
She took note of the general area as they had been led here, to get an idea of whether this was a slum, or more upper class area, or somewhere in between. Though she had been here before, she hadn't been everywhere - and regardless, she was planning for the future. Taking her mental notes. Some in the group looking at the wanted posters, drew her attention long enough for her to head there herself, and glance over the faces of each 'person' there, committing them to memory. Before turning to Nygil and truly addressing him specifically for the first time since they'd met.
N-Nygil. I w-want to test something I've never considered before... A plan for the thing we're a-about to do. All I need you to do is observe me and tell me... once I finish casting.... if you can still see me or n-not. She waited to hear if he accepted or not, and if not, she'd ask anyone else in general within the room. Regardless.. so long as atleast one other was watching, she would - piggybacking off her idea from the desert...- cast minor illusion over herself, creating a sphere within the cubic space allowed.
Her 2.5 foot tall body being more than small enough to fit in the space, and much like she had in the desert, the illusion was meant to act like a window in a sense, except it only showed what was on the opposite side of whatever part of it was being looked at, and not what was within. Kashika was attempting to create a pseudo-invisibility for herself within a limited space.
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Tamara listened to the her companions banter a bit, focusing on the Rethan and the lizardfolk - Zeffery's conversation. Well, can't do anything for this Sherkan even if we wanted to. Probably got killed by worms out in the desert or something.
She watched Kashika's experiment to try and make herself invisible, but with minor illusion. She watched the result
(if the DM rules negatively)
, then commented, "I don't think that's working, Kashika. I mean, it will work if someone views you from a specific spot, but if they move and look again the illusion will be broken, or if they're just sitting in the wrong spot for you like I am."
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but didn't say anything, not sure if the impressive effect would work in a hostile situation.
Tamara settled into a chair, prepared to keep watch for the next few hours, ready for battle but hoping for calm.
Nygil looks down at the kobold, "Oh... alright. Sure, you trying to camouflage yourself or some..." He frowns as Kashika begins her spell...
If she vanishes...
"Nope! Can't see you anymore. That's pretty neat. I'm pretty good at hiding, but...thats impressive. Can you move around like that or are you hiding in some sort of...pocket dimension?"
If he can still see her...
"Did you...do it yet? You're still there so..."