Dabbert starts to say something when Khessa asks her question about offending the only allies they've had, then holds the thought when Akkron answers. He shuts his mouth, nods, then looks around as he examines the battle. When the party picks their targets and splits up, he takes a look at Jeff and sighs.
"Jeff uh...buddy. You're going to owe me a drink after this." He says as he steps forward with his halberd in hand. "Hey uh...you. Uh. Flamey guy. Stop resisting and get on your face or there's going to be violence. Alala."
His shield drops from his back and begins to hover at his side.
His shield drops from his back and begins to hover at his side.
'What an interesting defense...' Khessa finds the time to think, while out of the corner of her eye she notices Dabbert's shield hovering at the soldier's side 'I wonder if one day I could train my Unseen Servant to maneuver a shield like this?'
Keeping in mind to come back to the idea in the future, the blonde arcane warrior quickly refocuses on her fight.
Khessa: you approach the weird robot and issue it a few hearty blows. It a sparks and tries to box you out before bolting it the opposite direction. (You can chase after it to intercept/continue the fight with an Athletics check or roll Perception to see where it went).
"Thank you so much" stammers the dryad, sheathing a wooden knife. "Or please, don't kill me. It's really hard to tell who's good or evil if I'm being honest."
"You're welcome!" Khessa smiles at the dryad reassuringly "And I certainly didn't save you from Mr Square Head because I wanted to kill you! But your words make me wonder... if it's so hard to tell who's good or evil, why not stop fight and just talk about it?"
The blonde arcane warrior tries to intercept Mr Square Head - but not to finish him off (unless it continues hostilities); she wants to try and make it stop fighting.
Your shield springs forward and smashes the Myramon with a resounding "BONG!" The crash rocks this poor, distracted creature and knocks the flaming body out of its armor.
Jeff gives it a paralyzing wink while the bartender dumps a pitcher of beer over its smoldering shoulders. You can either roll an attack to probably finish it or call off your new allies and make an intimidation roll to interrogate.
If the tall adventure manages to intercept Mr Square Head, she keeps the quarterstaff ready, but waiting to attack - she says instead: "Dude... I've already shown you that, if we continue on the path of violence, I will probably beat you in the form of a bizarre heart-shaped metal ornament. Think about it... is this how you want to end your days? Why don't you stop fighting instead and tell me why you're fighting instead? If you have good reasons, maybe by talking you convince me better than by fighting, right? And it would still be a victory... and you don't want to try to win? Tell me what purpose this aggression of yours has".
Three carved Galeb are wrapped in the Grasping Vine of the frog witch. Her eyes glow and she cackles in delight as she crouches into a more frog-like posture, low to the ground and glowing with bioluminescence and magic. You can make an Arcana check to get a closer bead on the situation or describe the attack that puts the Galeb out of their misery.
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Dabbert sees the flaming fellow go down like a bag of bricks and then steps close to him as he watches what Khessa is doing. He presses his halberd close enough for the finishing blow, but doesn't even know where to start in this mess.
"If you uh...if you move, you die." He says, his voice cold and steely. "What's the meaning of all this? Why are you here? What are you doing?"
Akkron: It's a tangle but you manage to piece out the obvious stuff: elemental magic from the Galeb, druidic from the Bullywug, and some assorted magic likely coming from the bits and bobs adorning the frog merchant's person. But as her witchery crushes her foes to dust she becomes more crouched and frog-like and the energies from a dozen different circles come and go. You get an obvious Wrath of Nature, but also Maximillain's Earthen Grasp, Blight, and Commune With Nature as she paints a scene of retribution impossible in the arid conditions of earlier.
Khessa: The monodrone is metallic and slippery with dew and oil so to interrogate you just hold it aloft by it's spindly arm. The creature waits a moment then opens its metallic mouth. What follows is a stream of code script spoken in the most pretentious philosophical affect you have ever heard. "One is made to scout. If scouting is complete than one must return to report for propitiation. If one cannot report then one must obey the fight or flight subroutine. Obedience in progress." Its feet turn and attempt to run in a different direction than the head that's facing you, but it's kind of just running in air.
Dabbert:"What are you doing here? Were you the one who turned off all the sand? Where've the old buildings gone?" I'll have you know it's our duty to bring order and accord to this place and you lot are not making it any easier. I would hate to report to my commanding Beholder that a tiny imposter and two piles of goo are impeding our duty and progress! Now stand down and turn yourselves in immediately!" Big hall monitor energy, this one has.
Khessa continues to hold the monodrone aloft by it's spindly arm, taking care not to hurt it, but also to keep it tight: "Very well! But why did you stop exploring and start the fight or flight subroutine? Is there something that prevented you from end the exploration? Or the exploration is finished and you cannot report? Either way, my friends and I could help you... If you need to finish the exploration, we could finish it together. If you need to report, tell us who sent you or where you came from... perhaps we can help you find the one you need to report to".
'And maybe know someone involved in this mess' thinks the blonde arcane warrior. 'If this someone is still in this time. Maybe this mess is caused by an abnormal flow of time. Maybe owners of this place at different times are clashing because some of them suddenly find themselves out of their usual timeline... Or maybe the time flows right, but different realities are overlapping here and, every now and them, a different one becomes predominant...'
He pulls out the gilded skull that is the spell's material component and casts summon undead with a 6th-level slot. He sends the ghostly girl to put the three earthbound elementals out of their misery with three swift attacks
(Do I need to roll anything, or do we just say that they all crumble in the phantasm's grip?)
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Khessa:"Scouting not yet complete. Entering Fight or Flight Subroutine." This thing starts spinning on its arm, knife outstretched like a beyblade. You get the feeling that this thing's exploration process may include more dissection that normal scoutings. As your thoughts drift into time travel and alternate realities you hear a *pop* and the robotic body detaches, zipping away into the forrest - arm still twitching in your grasp.
Dabbert holds his position, keeping his target in place.
"I was drawn here to help with...uh...whatever is happening here." Dabbert says after a second of consideration. "I uh...don't know what you mean. What sand?"
He presses the halberd a little closer.
"Listen uh...you're not exactly in a negotiating position." He points out. "And we're not exactly impressed by your Beholder friends either. We killed one already. Explain to me what you mean by order and accord. What are you and yours doing? I suggest you give me a good explanation or you won't be around to report to your boss."
Khessa reaches the lich, still holding the robotic arm: "The monodrone has been sent with the task of exploring... Although I got the feeling that this thing's exploration process may include more dissection that normal scoutings. cooperation with him, if only in the hope of learning who sent him, but apparently too rigid a frame of mind to be able to consider alternatives to strict adherence to the pattern he has been ordered to follow".
"However," continues the blonde arcane warrior "I happened to overhear snatches of conversation from the interrogation that Dabbert is attempting... His prisoner talks about 'sand' and 'constructions' that would 'disappear'... And in In fact, we too have seen how things change quickly and suddenly, here. Perhaps different times or realities are overlapping, at times one or the other takes over. And the creatures that belong to these various realities perceive the others as invaders - or at least guilty of the change. That could explain the hostility. What do you think?"
"Have you discovered anything in the meantime?" the tall adventuress finally asks.
"The Galeb Duhr are, unfortunately, of little use in that regard," Akkron says. "They only speak Terran, a language which I do not have any fluency in... and even if I were to use magic to interrogate them I doubt that they would say anything that would really help us. What I know is that something carved them into the forms they have now, a process that was likely excruciatingly painful. I'm afraid that putting them down is probably the kindest thing that we can do for them. So it seems like you have learned more than I have this time..."
Dabbert starts to say something when Khessa asks her question about offending the only allies they've had, then holds the thought when Akkron answers. He shuts his mouth, nods, then looks around as he examines the battle. When the party picks their targets and splits up, he takes a look at Jeff and sighs.
"Jeff uh...buddy. You're going to owe me a drink after this." He says as he steps forward with his halberd in hand. "Hey uh...you. Uh. Flamey guy. Stop resisting and get on your face or there's going to be violence. Alala."
His shield drops from his back and begins to hover at his side.
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'What an interesting defense...' Khessa finds the time to think, while out of the corner of her eye she notices Dabbert's shield hovering at the soldier's side 'I wonder if one day I could train my Unseen Servant to maneuver a shield like this?'
Keeping in mind to come back to the idea in the future, the blonde arcane warrior quickly refocuses on her fight.
I'm back & I'm alive! Thanks for your patience.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Khessa: you approach the weird robot and issue it a few hearty blows. It a sparks and tries to box you out before bolting it the opposite direction. (You can chase after it to intercept/continue the fight with an Athletics check or roll Perception to see where it went).
"Thank you so much" stammers the dryad, sheathing a wooden knife. "Or please, don't kill me. It's really hard to tell who's good or evil if I'm being honest."
These words are smaller than the other ones.
"You're welcome!" Khessa smiles at the dryad reassuringly "And I certainly didn't save you from Mr Square Head because I wanted to kill you! But your words make me wonder... if it's so hard to tell who's good or evil, why not stop fight and just talk about it?"
The blonde arcane warrior tries to intercept Mr Square Head - but not to finish him off (unless it continues hostilities); she wants to try and make it stop fighting.
Khessa's Athletics: 29
Dabbert:
Your shield springs forward and smashes the Myramon with a resounding "BONG!" The crash rocks this poor, distracted creature and knocks the flaming body out of its armor.
Flame Myramon
Jeff gives it a paralyzing wink while the bartender dumps a pitcher of beer over its smoldering shoulders. You can either roll an attack to probably finish it or call off your new allies and make an intimidation roll to interrogate.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
If the tall adventure manages to intercept Mr Square Head, she keeps the quarterstaff ready, but waiting to attack - she says instead: "Dude... I've already shown you that, if we continue on the path of violence, I will probably beat you in the form of a bizarre heart-shaped metal ornament. Think about it... is this how you want to end your days? Why don't you stop fighting instead and tell me why you're fighting instead? If you have good reasons, maybe by talking you convince me better than by fighting, right? And it would still be a victory... and you don't want to try to win? Tell me what purpose this aggression of yours has".
Akkron:
Three carved Galeb are wrapped in the Grasping Vine of the frog witch. Her eyes glow and she cackles in delight as she crouches into a more frog-like posture, low to the ground and glowing with bioluminescence and magic. You can make an Arcana check to get a closer bead on the situation or describe the attack that puts the Galeb out of their misery.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Akkron stops a moment to consider the situation...
Arcana: 25
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Dabbert sees the flaming fellow go down like a bag of bricks and then steps close to him as he watches what Khessa is doing. He presses his halberd close enough for the finishing blow, but doesn't even know where to start in this mess.
"If you uh...if you move, you die." He says, his voice cold and steely. "What's the meaning of all this? Why are you here? What are you doing?"
Intimidation Roll: 24
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Akkron: It's a tangle but you manage to piece out the obvious stuff: elemental magic from the Galeb, druidic from the Bullywug, and some assorted magic likely coming from the bits and bobs adorning the frog merchant's person. But as her witchery crushes her foes to dust she becomes more crouched and frog-like and the energies from a dozen different circles come and go. You get an obvious Wrath of Nature, but also Maximillain's Earthen Grasp, Blight, and Commune With Nature as she paints a scene of retribution impossible in the arid conditions of earlier.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Khessa: The monodrone is metallic and slippery with dew and oil so to interrogate you just hold it aloft by it's spindly arm. The creature waits a moment then opens its metallic mouth. What follows is a stream of code script spoken in the most pretentious philosophical affect you have ever heard. "One is made to scout. If scouting is complete than one must return to report for propitiation. If one cannot report then one must obey the fight or flight subroutine. Obedience in progress." Its feet turn and attempt to run in a different direction than the head that's facing you, but it's kind of just running in air.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Dabbert: "What are you doing here? Were you the one who turned off all the sand? Where've the old buildings gone?" I'll have you know it's our duty to bring order and accord to this place and you lot are not making it any easier. I would hate to report to my commanding Beholder that a tiny imposter and two piles of goo are impeding our duty and progress! Now stand down and turn yourselves in immediately!" Big hall monitor energy, this one has.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Khessa continues to hold the monodrone aloft by it's spindly arm, taking care not to hurt it, but also to keep it tight: "Very well! But why did you stop exploring and start the fight or flight subroutine? Is there something that prevented you from end the exploration? Or the exploration is finished and you cannot report? Either way, my friends and I could help you... If you need to finish the exploration, we could finish it together. If you need to report, tell us who sent you or where you came from... perhaps we can help you find the one you need to report to".
'And maybe know someone involved in this mess' thinks the blonde arcane warrior. 'If this someone is still in this time. Maybe this mess is caused by an abnormal flow of time. Maybe owners of this place at different times are clashing because some of them suddenly find themselves out of their usual timeline... Or maybe the time flows right, but different realities are overlapping here and, every now and them, a different one becomes predominant...'
Akkron hesitates for a moment... then sighs.
He pulls out the gilded skull that is the spell's material component and casts summon undead with a 6th-level slot. He sends the ghostly girl to put the three earthbound elementals out of their misery with three swift attacks
(Do I need to roll anything, or do we just say that they all crumble in the phantasm's grip?)
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Khessa: "Scouting not yet complete. Entering Fight or Flight Subroutine." This thing starts spinning on its arm, knife outstretched like a beyblade. You get the feeling that this thing's exploration process may include more dissection that normal scoutings. As your thoughts drift into time travel and alternate realities you hear a *pop* and the robotic body detaches, zipping away into the forrest - arm still twitching in your grasp.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Dabbert holds his position, keeping his target in place.
"I was drawn here to help with...uh...whatever is happening here." Dabbert says after a second of consideration. "I uh...don't know what you mean. What sand?"
He presses the halberd a little closer.
"Listen uh...you're not exactly in a negotiating position." He points out. "And we're not exactly impressed by your Beholder friends either. We killed one already. Explain to me what you mean by order and accord. What are you and yours doing? I suggest you give me a good explanation or you won't be around to report to your boss."
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Khessa reaches the lich, still holding the robotic arm: "The monodrone has been sent with the task of exploring... Although I got the feeling that this thing's exploration process may include more dissection that normal scoutings. cooperation with him, if only in the hope of learning who sent him, but apparently too rigid a frame of mind to be able to consider alternatives to strict adherence to the pattern he has been ordered to follow".
"However," continues the blonde arcane warrior "I happened to overhear snatches of conversation from the interrogation that Dabbert is attempting... His prisoner talks about 'sand' and 'constructions' that would 'disappear'... And in In fact, we too have seen how things change quickly and suddenly, here. Perhaps different times or realities are overlapping, at times one or the other takes over. And the creatures that belong to these various realities perceive the others as invaders - or at least guilty of the change. That could explain the hostility. What do you think?"
"Have you discovered anything in the meantime?" the tall adventuress finally asks.
"The Galeb Duhr are, unfortunately, of little use in that regard," Akkron says. "They only speak Terran, a language which I do not have any fluency in... and even if I were to use magic to interrogate them I doubt that they would say anything that would really help us. What I know is that something carved them into the forms they have now, a process that was likely excruciatingly painful. I'm afraid that putting them down is probably the kindest thing that we can do for them. So it seems like you have learned more than I have this time..."
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