The Hateful Child sniffs. Sniffs again. This one is no Fey. He looks around at the challenge, but no one steps forth from behind the buildings or the fog. It’s all too suspicious, the way to the mansion too unguarded and too unceremonious when compared to the manner of their invitation.
The Hateful Child turns away from the newest member of their motley crew and whistles a low note. A small grey-white bat appears from now where in a puff of water vapor and chill.
”Scout. Listen. Stay above the fog.” He instructs the bat, then leaves it to its devices.
“You, elf wizard. Are you fortunate enough to have a name? Do you have anything in that inelegant staff of yours that can puff away this fog. I don’t much fancy inhaling the blood-red mist in a town missing all its town folk.”
Looks like they've cleared a path... Don't mind me. Zari thinks as she sceptically follows behind them hoping not to be noticed until something wrong happens.
The Hateful Child grunts, and his one eye seems to say ‘’not everyone gets a name”.
Zari gasped a little as she realises what that facial expression meant. So he didn't start off with a name either, huh? Just like me... before I joined the followers of Apollo and given what I'm called to this day...
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Alfinas Nishinoya: Male Half-Elf Bard/Rogue (Umbral Binder/Valor) Kohana Kurosaki: Female Kitsune Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind) Lilac Nishinoya: Female Half-Elf Artificer (Battlesmith) Lillian Nishinoya: Female Half-Elf Monk (Warrior Of The Elements) Luna Amaro: Female Dark Elf Sorcerer (Lunar Sorcery) Zari Graceheart: Female Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
The Hateful Child sniffs. Sniffs again. This one is no Fey. He looks around at the challenge, but no one steps forth from behind the buildings or the fog. It’s all too suspicious, the way to the mansion too unguarded and too unceremonious when compared to the manner of their invitation.
The Hateful Child turns away from the newest member of their motley crew and whistles a low note. A small grey-white bat appears from now where in a puff of water vapor and chill.
”Scout. Listen. Stay above the fog.” He instructs the bat, then leaves it to its devices.
“You, elf wizard. Are you fortunate enough to have a name? Do you have anything in that inelegant staff of yours that can puff away this fog. I don’t much fancy inhaling the blood-red mist in a town missing all its town folk.”
As Gelebor is about to respond to the elf addressing him the other, chittering elf responds first. Well, if this one desires to expend their magic I will not stop them.
He pauses to look at the masked elf "Lets see what they want? Does this mean that you did not wish to come?"
The Hateful Child sniffs. Sniffs again. This one is no Fey. He looks around at the challenge, but no one steps forth from behind the buildings or the fog. It’s all too suspicious, the way to the mansion too unguarded and too unceremonious when compared to the manner of their invitation.
The Hateful Child turns away from the newest member of their motley crew and whistles a low note. A small grey-white bat appears from now where in a puff of water vapor and chill.
”Scout. Listen. Stay above the fog.” He instructs the bat, then leaves it to its devices.
“You, elf wizard. Are you fortunate enough to have a name? Do you have anything in that inelegant staff of yours that can puff away this fog. I don’t much fancy inhaling the blood-red mist in a town missing all its town folk.”
As Gelebor is about to respond to the elf addressing him the other, chittering elf responds first. Well, if this one desires to expend their magic I will not stop them.
He pauses to look at the masked elf "Lets see what they want? Does this mean that you did not wish to come?"
The Hateful Child turns his head so that his eye can see you from up front where he follows the Genasi.
“Harumph,” he says, as a word in its own right. “Sigh. But I suppose I’ll answer if you’ll do the same in turn. I did not seek out this place, but I know a little of what lies within that mansion, the treasure it is storied to hold. I know it is precious to the Fey and I want to come to any place that is precious to them, I want that very much.”
The Hateful Child taps the iron rod at his hip as he says this. He mouth quirks upward as he obviously imagines what he’d use it for on things precious to the Fey. Though, you might notice, the lines around his face suggest that his mouth is so frequently turned down that this approximation of a smile means his lips are only just level, rather than truly turned up.
"While I do not share your disdain for Fey, I did indeed seek this place out." Gelebor looks up towards the mansion. "I am very interested in what lies inside, if that means having to destroy some fey along the way then so be it."
"While I do not share your disdain for Fey, I did indeed seek this place out." Gelebor looks up towards the mansion. "I am very interested in what lies inside, if that means having to destroy some fey along the way then so be it."
After a few more steps, he speaks again. “Well, isn’t this going well. Been a while since I’ve met two with sharp ears and not spilled blood. Feels like a formative moment for me.” He leers at both the two spell casters in turn, seeing what they’ll do to that. See what he can read on their faces.
(Insight —> 7)
Being a few steps ahead and with one eye covered he has to look at each face in turn, and he’s not subtle.
(I roll on the campaign log then edit in the scores because I edit for typos a lot generally and the dice roller is hard to use on the phone in text box anyway, just fyi)
"My ears are not actually sharp. They are pointed, but are actually as soft as yours," says Tanyl, without a hint of sarcasm. They turn and keep wallking.
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Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
"My ears are not actually sharp. They are pointed, but are actually as soft as yours," says Tanyl, without a hint of sarcasm. They turn and keep wallking.
The Hateful One narrows his eye but says nothing further.
@Awkwardldldl - In the air, there isn't much to note, except that the mist seems to stretch about 50 or so feet into the air, and not much higher. However, you can certainly spot something in the sky. It almost looks like a shooting star, but it's too difficult to tell. Whatever it was, it certainly didn't notice you.
@87306 - The fog slowly creeps away due to the powerful gust that hits it, some of it vanishing entirely! A decent path of clear air was left in the flog, but it's filling itself back in fairly slowly.
@BengalElder - The village itself, despite looking as if nothing happened to it, seems to have been almost deserted. Not a single other person or creature could be seen in the town, except for the beggar towards the alleyway. It seems that something had driven them out of here, and it seems that this fog is a likely candidate. Suddenly, out from the dark corner of a meat stand, a rat scurries over, stepping into the mist. In a few agonizing, painful seconds, the rat drops dead, as if it had been drained of something. Stepping in this mist doesn't seem like a good idea...
"Please, good people... get me away from this place. I am too weak to go on..." He sighed, a tear dropping to his eye. The man slowly creeps out of the alleyway. He looked decrepit, as if he too was drained... starving.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Hateful spots the rat after the Genasi’s eyes lock onto it, and watches it painfully die too. In moments it is a desiccated, shrunken corpse, husked so that it is barely half the size of the palm of his hand.
“Yep,” he says.
He calls out, voice like sandpaper, the first time he’s not spoken in the wispy, cracked and almost hard to hear way he has until now. “Cain!”
With a flap of fine-haired wings, the silver coloured, snub nosed bat comes down to land on his head. It chitters and makes clicking sounds.
“Ears peeled, Cain. Tricksy Fey. Click click, listen listen.” To the bat he offers a wriggling grub that he has pulled from somewhere. It seems a practiced deal.
(60ft blindsight on bat and keen hearing for advantage on perception hearing rolls.)
His eye back on the hungry looking beggar, he says nothing, but slowly, gently, unhooks his rod and his wand from his belt, holding one in each hand.
OOC: I should note that Gelebor chose the ability to see invisible objects and creatures within ten feet of him for his Third Eye ability. Also the rolls in game log I did at the beginning were for his portent ability, the rolls were 10 and 19.
With barely a glance towards the beggar Gelebor addresses him. "We seek the mansion, I highly doubt you would survive its interior. This village is most likely a safer option for yourself."
Tanyl pulls out some stale food and offers it to the man. They help him into the fog-free area. "Leave town quickly. The spell lasts one minute." They turn to the others and add, "We should get to the mansion in that time, too."
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Stealth if needed: 17
Alfinas Nishinoya: Male Half-Elf Bard/Rogue (Umbral Binder/Valor)
Kohana Kurosaki: Female Kitsune Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind)
Lilac Nishinoya: Female Half-Elf Artificer (Battlesmith)
Lillian Nishinoya: Female Half-Elf Monk (Warrior Of The Elements)
Luna Amaro: Female Dark Elf Sorcerer (Lunar Sorcery)
Zari Graceheart: Female Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
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Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
The Hateful Child sniffs. Sniffs again. This one is no Fey. He looks around at the challenge, but no one steps forth from behind the buildings or the fog. It’s all too suspicious, the way to the mansion too unguarded and too unceremonious when compared to the manner of their invitation.
The Hateful Child turns away from the newest member of their motley crew and whistles a low note. A small grey-white bat appears from now where in a puff of water vapor and chill.
”Scout. Listen. Stay above the fog.” He instructs the bat, then leaves it to its devices.
“You, elf wizard. Are you fortunate enough to have a name? Do you have anything in that inelegant staff of yours that can puff away this fog. I don’t much fancy inhaling the blood-red mist in a town missing all its town folk.”
"Yes, I do have a name. I do not see how that makes me fortunate. On my world, everyone has a name." I'll cast gust of wind.
Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
(The Genasi continues to lead the group holding is spear and walking tall.)
"Thank you for enhancing our view. It is odd that the town is so vacant at this hour. It almost seems that this is not an unusual occurrence."
"Hm. It seems unusual to me. Is there always red mist on your world?"
Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
The Hateful Child grunts, and his one eye seems to say ‘’not everyone gets a name”.
He strides ahead to be behind the Genasi again. Now that the gust is spearing out ahead of them, the path to the mansion is clearer.
“Let’s see what they want,” his croaky voice says.
Looks like they've cleared a path... Don't mind me. Zari thinks as she sceptically follows behind them hoping not to be noticed until something wrong happens.
Zari gasped a little as she realises what that facial expression meant. So he didn't start off with a name either, huh? Just like me... before I joined the followers of Apollo and given what I'm called to this day...
Alfinas Nishinoya: Male Half-Elf Bard/Rogue (Umbral Binder/Valor)
Kohana Kurosaki: Female Kitsune Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind)
Lilac Nishinoya: Female Half-Elf Artificer (Battlesmith)
Lillian Nishinoya: Female Half-Elf Monk (Warrior Of The Elements)
Luna Amaro: Female Dark Elf Sorcerer (Lunar Sorcery)
Zari Graceheart: Female Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
As Gelebor is about to respond to the elf addressing him the other, chittering elf responds first. Well, if this one desires to expend their magic I will not stop them.
He pauses to look at the masked elf "Lets see what they want? Does this mean that you did not wish to come?"
((The hateful child doesn’t get turnt up. I suspect this will now be his character arc, haha))
The Hateful Child turns his head so that his eye can see you from up front where he follows the Genasi.
“Harumph,” he says, as a word in its own right. “Sigh. But I suppose I’ll answer if you’ll do the same in turn. I did not seek out this place, but I know a little of what lies within that mansion, the treasure it is storied to hold. I know it is precious to the Fey and I want to come to any place that is precious to them, I want that very much.”
The Hateful Child taps the iron rod at his hip as he says this. He mouth quirks upward as he obviously imagines what he’d use it for on things precious to the Fey. Though, you might notice, the lines around his face suggest that his mouth is so frequently turned down that this approximation of a smile means his lips are only just level, rather than truly turned up.
"While I do not share your disdain for Fey, I did indeed seek this place out." Gelebor looks up towards the mansion. "I am very interested in what lies inside, if that means having to destroy some fey along the way then so be it."
Hateful grunts. “Good.” Grunts again. “Very good.”
After a few more steps, he speaks again. “Well, isn’t this going well. Been a while since I’ve met two with sharp ears and not spilled blood. Feels like a formative moment for me.” He leers at both the two spell casters in turn, seeing what they’ll do to that. See what he can read on their faces.
(Insight —> 7)
Being a few steps ahead and with one eye covered he has to look at each face in turn, and he’s not subtle.
(I roll on the campaign log then edit in the scores because I edit for typos a lot generally and the dice roller is hard to use on the phone in text box anyway, just fyi)
"My ears are not actually sharp. They are pointed, but are actually as soft as yours," says Tanyl, without a hint of sarcasm. They turn and keep wallking.
Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
The Hateful One narrows his eye but says nothing further.
(The Genasi continues his way throught the village looking for anyone who might be around to question about the mansions location or this fog.)
Perception check: 6
@Awkwardldldl - In the air, there isn't much to note, except that the mist seems to stretch about 50 or so feet into the air, and not much higher. However, you can certainly spot something in the sky. It almost looks like a shooting star, but it's too difficult to tell. Whatever it was, it certainly didn't notice you.
@87306 - The fog slowly creeps away due to the powerful gust that hits it, some of it vanishing entirely! A decent path of clear air was left in the flog, but it's filling itself back in fairly slowly.
@BengalElder - The village itself, despite looking as if nothing happened to it, seems to have been almost deserted. Not a single other person or creature could be seen in the town, except for the beggar towards the alleyway. It seems that something had driven them out of here, and it seems that this fog is a likely candidate. Suddenly, out from the dark corner of a meat stand, a rat scurries over, stepping into the mist. In a few agonizing, painful seconds, the rat drops dead, as if it had been drained of something. Stepping in this mist doesn't seem like a good idea...
"Please, good people... get me away from this place. I am too weak to go on..." He sighed, a tear dropping to his eye. The man slowly creeps out of the alleyway. He looked decrepit, as if he too was drained... starving.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Hateful spots the rat after the Genasi’s eyes lock onto it, and watches it painfully die too. In moments it is a desiccated, shrunken corpse, husked so that it is barely half the size of the palm of his hand.
“Yep,” he says.
He calls out, voice like sandpaper, the first time he’s not spoken in the wispy, cracked and almost hard to hear way he has until now. “Cain!”
With a flap of fine-haired wings, the silver coloured, snub nosed bat comes down to land on his head. It chitters and makes clicking sounds.
“Ears peeled, Cain. Tricksy Fey. Click click, listen listen.” To the bat he offers a wriggling grub that he has pulled from somewhere. It seems a practiced deal.
(60ft blindsight on bat and keen hearing for advantage on perception hearing rolls.)
His eye back on the hungry looking beggar, he says nothing, but slowly, gently, unhooks his rod and his wand from his belt, holding one in each hand.
OOC: I should note that Gelebor chose the ability to see invisible objects and creatures within ten feet of him for his Third Eye ability. Also the rolls in game log I did at the beginning were for his portent ability, the rolls were 10 and 19.
With barely a glance towards the beggar Gelebor addresses him. "We seek the mansion, I highly doubt you would survive its interior. This village is most likely a safer option for yourself."
(The Genasi looks at the beggar)
"What is the source of this fog? When did it start appearing?"
Tanyl pulls out some stale food and offers it to the man. They help him into the fog-free area. "Leave town quickly. The spell lasts one minute." They turn to the others and add, "We should get to the mansion in that time, too."
Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!