(OOC: Obsben is a terrible Harper for never picking up invisibility. T.T)
"Hmm~ Not gonna lie, that death from above idea would make for a good retelling later." Obsben confesses with a smile to her voice from her perch, before then ruffling Graxx's hair a bit. "But at least trying to sneak up on whoever might be by this fire, and then get a better gauge on where they might stand on things would be for the best. For for all we know, it could be we're not only adventuring band slash mercenaries out here on some job or another. Or mayhaps there's a hunter who favors this terrain." She shrugged.
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Graxx and Obsben rejoin Utar and Neya and share their discovery. They brainstorm a little on their approach plans, which range from sneaky intelligence gathering to full-out assault. Either way, the source of the orange glow is still far in the distance; some traveling must still take place before the group has to settle on the final approach.
With Graxx flying above and keeping an eye on the source of light while the others keep an eye on him, the group finds that navigating the swamp becomes much easier than expected. At least direction-wise, the potion of flying has turned out to be quite the ace in the party's sleeve. That said, for those who are not airborne, the trudging on now knee-high sludgy water and on soggy, muddy, sandy, "dry patches" is still quite the slog. Graxx finds himself having to slow down his flying speed so the others can keep up. Although unavoidable, this is surely consuming the barbarian's precious and limited fly-time.
The repellent salves are working properly, at least.
(OOC: Remembering that the going is slow, how would you like to approach the source of fire.)
"I say we go in quiet, we need to catch him off-guard, in case that is our man." Neya says. "Fortunately, I have the means make it easier. Even if it is through the muck."
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"Sounds good. I'd offer to make you all float to help hasten progress. But, after what happened last night, I've relearned the need to at least pretend to be more conservative."Obsben admits frankly. "Though worry not. If the need proves great enough, I'll be sure to try my best in making my way to you, if not send Sourpuss along for such. So do keep that in mind." She assures, giving a wide smile, and had all be in agreement, she offer Utar a few more encouraging words before quieting for the sake of the effort. Sourpuss seems to almost scoff at the claim, but thought meowing his disapproval or dissatisfaction.
If taking the sneaky group approach:
-Obsben's Stealth: 13. (if needed while riding Graxx)
After some more discussion, the group opts to make their final approach a slow, sneaky one. That said, Graxx reserves the right of coming in swinging to deliver death from above whenever they locate their quarry.
(OOC: May I get stealth checks for everyone? Utar has a use of Bardic Inspiration if he needs it. I see Obsben and Sourpuss already rolled, but I still have a question for @Ori: Is Obby going to sneak in via Graxx Airlines or through the swamp with Utar and Neya?)
Before they set out, Neya pinches her finger and removes an ethereal energy. She blows on it, which disperses it around the feet of everyone within 30 feet.
(OOC: Utar, Neya, and Sourpuss benefit from pass without trace but Graxx and Obby do not since they are far beyond 30 feet.)
Neya lets out a cloud of wispy darkness from her blown bit of ethereal energy. This should help those nearby keep a lower profile, which is something Utar and his loud armor set appreciate. The spell also has an effect on the sloshing sound the duo produces while wadding through the knee-high waters, though it does not completely silence it.
Waiting for a signal from either Graxx or Obsben from high above, Utar gets one when the airborne duo estimates the land duo is about 1,000 feet away from the fire source. From this distance, Graxx and Obsben can see someone and their large animal by the fire. Thankfully, Utar's locating spell delivers the ping the group was waiting for and the half-orc gives the thumbs up to the flying pair.
The group soon approaches a large mound, which rises from the swamp with a gaping, black hole in the side. In front of the hole, a small campfire dances in the gloom. A man sits by the fire beside what you initially assume to be a large, dark beast of burden of some type. Those assumptions quickly melt away as the form unfurls a pair of leathery wings and cranes its neck towards a side. It mutters something in a strange, guttural tongue and in a deep, gravelly voice. Obsben, Neya, and Utar can understand the Draconic language: "Oooooh, visitors! I can smell you. Where are you? I enjoy a good visit!" The dragon begins looking around and it is not long before it looks up. Somehow it seems to spot Obsben first. "A flying halfling... No, wait... there are two of you up there. Will you come down and introduce yourselves or should I come up instead?"With that, Rythnax begins flapping his wings, lifting himself in the air a bit. It is just 10 off the ground for now, with Graxx and Obby presumably at a higher altitude (shall we say, 60 feet off the ground?)
Ellison is visibly distraught at CRAP's arrival. He looks tired, as if he hasn't slept in many days, and appears to be ill. His left leg appears to be freshly dressed, and blood has soaked through the bandages. He has extensive burns on his hands and arms, as well as his face; it looks like something he was holding caught fire or exploded. Even so, you can only assume he looked even worse the day before, when you almost caught up to him.
Ellison hesitantly utters a few words, aiming them upwards at first but clearly looking around in suspicion: "I remember that man. Brutish and aggressive. He has more companions, Rythnax, beware!" Looking at a random direction but not quite guessing correctly where Neya and Utar are approaching from, he asks: "Where are you? What do you want? I know you have been following me. Stop it. Our business is not with you. Go away!"
(@Grx: By now, you'd guess that it has been nearly an hour since you imbibed your potion of flying.)
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So long as Graxx' first instinct hadn't been to go into a full on dive bomb in turn, and in which case, Obsben would clutched those thighs and held on for dearl life, she'd otherwise whispers a quick, "Not yet, Champ. Not yet" in his ears. After some throat clearing she would then call back in her more honeyed and self-assured Draconic voice, "No need for that, Great Rythnax. We'll be down shortly to help remove that lovely little silver tongued thief that has been otherwise occupying your attention. Just need a moment to further enchant my noble steed here and make sure he doesn't embarrass himself on the way down." She assured him and pats pat Graxx' cheek.
(@Lerus: Not sure if her request would require a check or not, and if it would be persuasion or not. But if a check a deception is at least needed, then here goes: 30.(26))
If allotted the moment, Obsben takes out a feather brushed her palm with it, then pressed into Graxx' shoulder as she uttered a word of power in halfling. Though apart from a tingling sensation, Graxx wouldn't feel much... except for weight on his shoulder growing a little lighter.
-Cast (4th level)Fly on Graxx and Obsben. (More as a precaution than due to knowing about the duration on the potion)
"There. A little insurance. And... I'm gonna be honest, I kinda do wanna talk a bit to the dragon, as it's not often one is the mood for conversation. But if you want to stay up here..."She whispered to Graxx despite knowing full well what his answer is liable to be. And should she guess right, Obsben is content to stay on Graxx shoulders until they were back on the ground, and politely bowed her head to the dragon. "Apologies for the unexpected visit. I'd have sent a message, but I'm afraid there's not many messengers willing to delve this deep into marsh, I'm afraid." She'd say to the dragon, then look to Ellison. "And you are Ellison, yes? The one who made that awful hole in library's sub basement, no?"
Rythnax seems willing to entertain a conversation for now, in spite of Ellison warnings. As Graxx hovers down to match the dragon's altitude, now with his ability to fly revamped, the black dragon answers, still in Draconic:"He is a little silver-tongued thief, is he not? Do you hear that Ellison? Our visitors come bearing complements."
Ellison seems annoyed: "Compliments? These bastards almost ousted me when those idiots Tibeem and Spernik messed up their mission. You were right to keep our own quest separate from those two, but look at it now. The same charlatans that brought them down are now paying us a visit! And you, what are you doing? Welcoming them? Look, that halfling is already casting spells."
Rythnax snaps at his human companion: "You stupid vermin! You think I don't know. Stay put and do your part, or you'll not see another day. Let our visitors settle for a moment and you might learn a thing or two. Should they want to meet Rythnax's wrath, then they are the ones who shall miss the next dawn!" Turning to Graxx and Obsben, Rythnax brings his voice back to a calmer tone: "Do tell... Why so interested in this vermin? No, that can't be. You are here for me! You have come here to meet the Great Rythnax and be bested in whichever contest you choose: strength, cunning, ferocity, it makes no difference." He laughs a bit... if that is something dragons can so: "But where are my manners? Allow me to be a good host and invite you to ask your questions. I'll entertain you for a moment and then you can repay the favor, yes?"
The acidic tang in the air is strongest in this very area.
(OOC: Here are two not-colored 3d renditions of what Rythnax looks like):
(OOC: Aww man, that dragon looks freaking awesome!)
(Also semi-regretting not going with detect thoughts, but too late now!)
Now that the pair were at minimum at level with the dragon, some of Obsben's earlier bravado began to ebb and was replaced with awe in Rythnax. She however snaps back to attention quick as Rythnax snapped at Ellison, and within that moment, she whispered a short summary of the Dragon's words had he insisted in keeping to Draconic. Once his attention is back upon the pair she promptly straightens out again and is all courtly smiles and open delight.
"A most fair agreement, Great Rythnax. Though it shames me to admit our visit with you was meant for a different date, the silver tongue vermin over there certainly had a hand in... expediting things with his recklessness."She said in draconic before shooting Ellison a glare. "Why we hardly had time to even properly procure a gift for the occasion. But it is hope our company for the time you allow will due for now, o' Great and Glorious Rythnax."She continued, offering a small bow.
"But to the questions, as you have so rightly suspected we had."Obsben put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath, ignoring the added tang to the air, and then asked,"What has the slow witted worm there-..." She gestures to Ellison. "-reported to you about, well, everything regarding this mission I presume assigned him?"She quickly holds up her hands in a pose of surrender."Not that it is our place, but it's not as if telling us will ruin anything you might have in mind... Plus, mayhaps we can even be of far more assistance this the fool that has done naught but drawn far too much attention to things." She offers. "A -useful- fool yet, but... we can come back to that." She then grabs the sides of Graxx' face and whispers tightly in Common. "Alright. This is your cue, my little Pogchamp. Nod and smile brightly as if in agreement -- and oh! You're doing real great so far, big guy."
-Granting Grax Bardic Inspo(d8) totes for considering him Pogchamp.
(OOC: Claiming right now that Pog and pogchamp is totally a halfling/gnome slang.)
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Rythnax growls an evil laughter: "You are well spoken, little one, or whatever your insignificant name is. But do not take me for a fool. I know very well you have no intentions of replacing Ellison or joining our organization. The question at hand is whether you want to live or not. If so, you'll keep your visit short."
When Obsben continues talking and Graxx is brought in to give a confirming smile, Rythnax sighs. Still in Draconic: "As much of a rat as Ellison is, he has completed his mission. We know more and more about our target, and I suspect so do you. Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Know that if you insist on it, I won't be allowing you to leave." Stabilizing dominance, Rythnax increases his altitude by another 10ft (for a total of 20ft now).
"We don't have time for this!" Ellison responds in Common, confirming by now that Rythnax can indeed understand the language. This time, Ellison's outburst does not earn a verbal lashing from Rythnax.
By now CRAP has noted (passive perception) several glinting yellow eyes reflecting light just below the swampy water's surface. You know the water is about knee-deep.
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Obsben quietly files away the lack of reprisal, and instead feigns of sigh that was a mix of both defeat and mild annoyance. "There's really no need to rush into things. I know you're terribly exhausted 'n all, but... unless you've screwed up so royally, Ellison, that some third party is involved as well, you really shouldn't be trying to rush your betters into anything." She stated coldly, hoping to turn the two a bit more against each other. But failing that, see if she could confirm in a slip of the tongue or other reaction the involvement of even more players.
Turning back to Rythnax, Obsben continued in Draconic, "Apolgies again, Great Rythnax. I won't poke at that matter further, but must insist on me and mines being a far better replacement for Ellison. Especially if you yet have business in the city proper. For as you've said, I am quite well spoken for something so insignificant. So it wouldn't take much for me to convince those in the city to look the wrong ways on your behalf. All I would need is Ellison as a scapegoat. Alive. But... if you insist, then I dare not question your judgement my lord, and ask instead before we move on to one of those contest this.... is Lord Claugiyliamatar involved in all this as well?"
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Graxx flies back down to the Utar and Neya. Graxx keeps Obsben held tight.
"Fire up ahead." says Graxx as he points in the direction of the fire.
Graxx flies up and down.
"Want us to do a little fly by? See if we can see who's there?"
Graxx shakes his head in excitement.
"Or, we could all sneak up on them and I could ambush them with death from above! If they're bad folks of course." says Graxx.
(OOC: Obsben is a terrible Harper for never picking up invisibility. T.T)
"Hmm~ Not gonna lie, that death from above idea would make for a good retelling later." Obsben confesses with a smile to her voice from her perch, before then ruffling Graxx's hair a bit. "But at least trying to sneak up on whoever might be by this fire, and then get a better gauge on where they might stand on things would be for the best. For for all we know, it could be we're not only adventuring band slash mercenaries out here on some job or another. Or mayhaps there's a hunter who favors this terrain." She shrugged.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Graxx and Obsben rejoin Utar and Neya and share their discovery. They brainstorm a little on their approach plans, which range from sneaky intelligence gathering to full-out assault. Either way, the source of the orange glow is still far in the distance; some traveling must still take place before the group has to settle on the final approach.
With Graxx flying above and keeping an eye on the source of light while the others keep an eye on him, the group finds that navigating the swamp becomes much easier than expected. At least direction-wise, the potion of flying has turned out to be quite the ace in the party's sleeve. That said, for those who are not airborne, the trudging on now knee-high sludgy water and on soggy, muddy, sandy, "dry patches" is still quite the slog. Graxx finds himself having to slow down his flying speed so the others can keep up. Although unavoidable, this is surely consuming the barbarian's precious and limited fly-time.
The repellent salves are working properly, at least.
(OOC: Remembering that the going is slow, how would you like to approach the source of fire.)
"I say we go in quiet, we need to catch him off-guard, in case that is our man." Neya says. "Fortunately, I have the means make it easier. Even if it is through the muck."
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"Sounds good. I'd offer to make you all float to help hasten progress. But, after what happened last night, I've relearned the need to at least pretend to be more conservative." Obsben admits frankly. "Though worry not. If the need proves great enough, I'll be sure to try my best in making my way to you, if not send Sourpuss along for such. So do keep that in mind." She assures, giving a wide smile, and had all be in agreement, she offer Utar a few more encouraging words before quieting for the sake of the effort. Sourpuss seems to almost scoff at the claim, but thought meowing his disapproval or dissatisfaction.
If taking the sneaky group approach:
-Obsben's Stealth: 13. (if needed while riding Graxx)
-Sourpuss' Stealth: 10.
Bardic Inspiration to Utar.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
After some more discussion, the group opts to make their final approach a slow, sneaky one. That said, Graxx reserves the right of coming in swinging to deliver death from above whenever they locate their quarry.
(OOC: May I get stealth checks for everyone? Utar has a use of Bardic Inspiration if he needs it. I see Obsben and Sourpuss already rolled, but I still have a question for @Ori: Is Obby going to sneak in via Graxx Airlines or through the swamp with Utar and Neya?)
As the group begin to put their plan into action, Utar turns his Ellison radar on.
Checking whether it pings in the direction of the campfire, Utar makes ready to approach, carefully following Neya's lead.
Stealth - 6
(OOC Burning BI for sure, is Neya using pass without trace?)
Graxx Stealth: 17
Before they set out, Neya pinches her finger and removes an ethereal energy. She blows on it, which disperses it around the feet of everyone within 30 feet.
Stealth: 30
Extended Signature
BI: 8
(OOC: Utar, Neya, and Sourpuss benefit from pass without trace but Graxx and Obby do not since they are far beyond 30 feet.)
Neya lets out a cloud of wispy darkness from her blown bit of ethereal energy. This should help those nearby keep a lower profile, which is something Utar and his loud armor set appreciate. The spell also has an effect on the sloshing sound the duo produces while wadding through the knee-high waters, though it does not completely silence it.
Waiting for a signal from either Graxx or Obsben from high above, Utar gets one when the airborne duo estimates the land duo is about 1,000 feet away from the fire source. From this distance, Graxx and Obsben can see someone and their large animal by the fire. Thankfully, Utar's locating spell delivers the ping the group was waiting for and the half-orc gives the thumbs up to the flying pair.
The group soon approaches a large mound, which rises from the swamp with a gaping, black hole in the side. In front of the hole, a small campfire dances in the gloom. A man sits by the fire beside what you initially assume to be a large, dark beast of burden of some type. Those assumptions quickly melt away as the form unfurls a pair of leathery wings and cranes its neck towards a side. It mutters something in a strange, guttural tongue and in a deep, gravelly voice. Obsben, Neya, and Utar can understand the Draconic language: "Oooooh, visitors! I can smell you. Where are you? I enjoy a good visit!" The dragon begins looking around and it is not long before it looks up. Somehow it seems to spot Obsben first. "A flying halfling... No, wait... there are two of you up there. Will you come down and introduce yourselves or should I come up instead?" With that, Rythnax begins flapping his wings, lifting himself in the air a bit. It is just 10 off the ground for now, with Graxx and Obby presumably at a higher altitude (shall we say, 60 feet off the ground?)
Ellison is visibly distraught at CRAP's arrival. He looks tired, as if he hasn't slept in many days, and appears to be ill. His left leg appears to be freshly dressed, and blood has soaked through the bandages. He has extensive burns on his hands and arms, as well as his face; it looks like something he was holding caught fire or exploded. Even so, you can only assume he looked even worse the day before, when you almost caught up to him.
Ellison hesitantly utters a few words, aiming them upwards at first but clearly looking around in suspicion: "I remember that man. Brutish and aggressive. He has more companions, Rythnax, beware!" Looking at a random direction but not quite guessing correctly where Neya and Utar are approaching from, he asks: "Where are you? What do you want? I know you have been following me. Stop it. Our business is not with you. Go away!"
(@Grx: By now, you'd guess that it has been nearly an hour since you imbibed your potion of flying.)
So long as Graxx' first instinct hadn't been to go into a full on dive bomb in turn, and in which case, Obsben would clutched those thighs and held on for dearl life, she'd otherwise whispers a quick, "Not yet, Champ. Not yet" in his ears. After some throat clearing she would then call back in her more honeyed and self-assured Draconic voice, "No need for that, Great Rythnax. We'll be down shortly to help remove that lovely little silver tongued thief that has been otherwise occupying your attention. Just need a moment to further enchant my noble steed here and make sure he doesn't embarrass himself on the way down." She assured him and pats pat Graxx' cheek.
(@Lerus: Not sure if her request would require a check or not, and if it would be persuasion or not. But if a check a deception is at least needed, then here goes: 30.(26))
If allotted the moment, Obsben takes out a feather brushed her palm with it, then pressed into Graxx' shoulder as she uttered a word of power in halfling. Though apart from a tingling sensation, Graxx wouldn't feel much... except for weight on his shoulder growing a little lighter.
-Cast (4th level)Fly on Graxx and Obsben. (More as a precaution than due to knowing about the duration on the potion)
"There. A little insurance. And... I'm gonna be honest, I kinda do wanna talk a bit to the dragon, as it's not often one is the mood for conversation. But if you want to stay up here..." She whispered to Graxx despite knowing full well what his answer is liable to be. And should she guess right, Obsben is content to stay on Graxx shoulders until they were back on the ground, and politely bowed her head to the dragon. "Apologies for the unexpected visit. I'd have sent a message, but I'm afraid there's not many messengers willing to delve this deep into marsh, I'm afraid." She'd say to the dragon, then look to Ellison. "And you are Ellison, yes? The one who made that awful hole in library's sub basement, no?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Graxx eyes flare at the dragon's noises but Obsbens assurance makes him confused.
"You.. You can understand it?" Graxx whispers.
Graxx toils internally as he does not trust this new dragon but he does trust Obsben.
"If you want to talk... Then let's go down."
Graxx heart continues to race with a bit of anticipation and even a slight bit of fear as he recalls there last fight with a dragon.
"If you want me to attack say ... Say... Strawberries.. Yes, Strawberries. Then I'll know the conversation has soured." whispers Graxx.
Graxx will lower himself and Obsben down to 10 feet off the ground to match the Dragon and try to mirror it.
Neya keeps out of sight but nocks an arrow in the VERY likely case things turn violent.
Extended Signature
Utar does not move a muscle and watches to see how things play out.
Rythnax seems willing to entertain a conversation for now, in spite of Ellison warnings. As Graxx hovers down to match the dragon's altitude, now with his ability to fly revamped, the black dragon answers, still in Draconic: "He is a little silver-tongued thief, is he not? Do you hear that Ellison? Our visitors come bearing complements."
Ellison seems annoyed: "Compliments? These bastards almost ousted me when those idiots Tibeem and Spernik messed up their mission. You were right to keep our own quest separate from those two, but look at it now. The same charlatans that brought them down are now paying us a visit! And you, what are you doing? Welcoming them? Look, that halfling is already casting spells."
Rythnax snaps at his human companion: "You stupid vermin! You think I don't know. Stay put and do your part, or you'll not see another day. Let our visitors settle for a moment and you might learn a thing or two. Should they want to meet Rythnax's wrath, then they are the ones who shall miss the next dawn!" Turning to Graxx and Obsben, Rythnax brings his voice back to a calmer tone: "Do tell... Why so interested in this vermin? No, that can't be. You are here for me! You have come here to meet the Great Rythnax and be bested in whichever contest you choose: strength, cunning, ferocity, it makes no difference." He laughs a bit... if that is something dragons can so: "But where are my manners? Allow me to be a good host and invite you to ask your questions. I'll entertain you for a moment and then you can repay the favor, yes?"
The acidic tang in the air is strongest in this very area.
(OOC: Here are two not-colored 3d renditions of what Rythnax looks like):
(OOC: Aww man, that dragon looks freaking awesome!)
(Also semi-regretting not going with detect thoughts, but too late now!)
Now that the pair were at minimum at level with the dragon, some of Obsben's earlier bravado began to ebb and was replaced with awe in Rythnax. She however snaps back to attention quick as Rythnax snapped at Ellison, and within that moment, she whispered a short summary of the Dragon's words had he insisted in keeping to Draconic. Once his attention is back upon the pair she promptly straightens out again and is all courtly smiles and open delight.
"A most fair agreement, Great Rythnax. Though it shames me to admit our visit with you was meant for a different date, the silver tongue vermin over there certainly had a hand in... expediting things with his recklessness." She said in draconic before shooting Ellison a glare. "Why we hardly had time to even properly procure a gift for the occasion. But it is hope our company for the time you allow will due for now, o' Great and Glorious Rythnax." She continued, offering a small bow.
"But to the questions, as you have so rightly suspected we had." Obsben put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath, ignoring the added tang to the air, and then asked, "What has the slow witted worm there-..." She gestures to Ellison. "-reported to you about, well, everything regarding this mission I presume assigned him?" She quickly holds up her hands in a pose of surrender. "Not that it is our place, but it's not as if telling us will ruin anything you might have in mind... Plus, mayhaps we can even be of far more assistance this the fool that has done naught but drawn far too much attention to things." She offers. "A -useful- fool yet, but... we can come back to that." She then grabs the sides of Graxx' face and whispers tightly in Common. "Alright. This is your cue, my little Pogchamp. Nod and smile brightly as if in agreement -- and oh! You're doing real great so far, big guy."
-Granting Grax Bardic Inspo(d8) totes for considering him Pogchamp.
(OOC: Claiming right now that Pog and pogchamp is totally a halfling/gnome slang.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Graxx trusts Obsben so even though Obsben's words confuse Graxx a bit he goes with the flow.
Graxx then is relieved once Obsben whispers in common to him
Graxx smiles his best smile and nods.
Deception: 5
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Rythnax growls an evil laughter: "You are well spoken, little one, or whatever your insignificant name is. But do not take me for a fool. I know very well you have no intentions of replacing Ellison or joining our organization. The question at hand is whether you want to live or not. If so, you'll keep your visit short."
When Obsben continues talking and Graxx is brought in to give a confirming smile, Rythnax sighs. Still in Draconic: "As much of a rat as Ellison is, he has completed his mission. We know more and more about our target, and I suspect so do you. Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Know that if you insist on it, I won't be allowing you to leave." Stabilizing dominance, Rythnax increases his altitude by another 10ft (for a total of 20ft now).
"We don't have time for this!" Ellison responds in Common, confirming by now that Rythnax can indeed understand the language. This time, Ellison's outburst does not earn a verbal lashing from Rythnax.
By now CRAP has noted (passive perception) several glinting yellow eyes reflecting light just below the swampy water's surface. You know the water is about knee-deep.
Obsben quietly files away the lack of reprisal, and instead feigns of sigh that was a mix of both defeat and mild annoyance. "There's really no need to rush into things. I know you're terribly exhausted 'n all, but... unless you've screwed up so royally, Ellison, that some third party is involved as well, you really shouldn't be trying to rush your betters into anything." She stated coldly, hoping to turn the two a bit more against each other. But failing that, see if she could confirm in a slip of the tongue or other reaction the involvement of even more players.
-Insight: 20.
Turning back to Rythnax, Obsben continued in Draconic, "Apolgies again, Great Rythnax. I won't poke at that matter further, but must insist on me and mines being a far better replacement for Ellison. Especially if you yet have business in the city proper. For as you've said, I am quite well spoken for something so insignificant. So it wouldn't take much for me to convince those in the city to look the wrong ways on your behalf. All I would need is Ellison as a scapegoat. Alive. But... if you insist, then I dare not question your judgement my lord, and ask instead before we move on to one of those contest this.... is Lord Claugiyliamatar involved in all this as well?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.