"Let's join Dabbert and see if his prisoner can be more talkative, then" Khessa shrugs - and comes to the soldier's side, to listen to the eventual reply.
"So," Khessa sums up, meanwhile "we have modrons who have been sent to 'explore' (perhaps in a broader sense), Galeb Duhr who have been 'sculpted'… It all suggests an exaggeratedly lawful force at work - so maniacally legal, to become tyrannical: seeking knowledge at the cost of attacking, imposing orderly forms on creatures at the cost of torturing them..."
"And meanwhile, almost in reaction, the environment instead seems to have become incredibly chaotic and unstable…" the blonde arcane warrior goes on "with the time or perhaps the reality changing drastically from one day to the next".
"Interesting" she focuses on Dabbert's prisoner. "And here? What do we have here?"
"You're gonna be in for it when my boss shows up! He's got orbs like eyes that'll drive you mad and a belly to stuff you into once he rends you from your bones."
Akkron will go ahead and point out said impaled beholder to the fire elemental.
"I don't think that your master is going to be any help to you now," the lich says. "So please explain what you exactly is happening here, unless you would like to join him."
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"Also because," Khessa adds, smiling, "nothing forces us to be enemies. Your superiors, with these attacks, certainly have their own purpose. And we could perhaps help them achieve such purpose (although perhaps with different methods). You know, impaling a beholder once, can be fun. But by the tenth or twentieth, you end up bored... especially when your main goal is not to impale beholders. Isn't it better to rather check if there can be a common goal? It seems to me a more orderly and efficient way to proceed".
No intimidation check needed! This guy starts to rattle less in his armor. "Alright. You've made your point. Tell you the truth I was sort of conjured into this armor in the middle of this desert. Woke up with a bunch of others lined up in front of those fat eyeball guys. They paired us off into companies and told us to patrol this desert, have us destroy anyone that didn't look all clerical-like and loot everything we found. The place was already in ruins and pretty much abandoned until you lot showed up, but it was at least nice and dry and boy did we find some loot! I mean... didn't find any loot at all. Place was completely ransacked. And now it ain't even dry no more! All wet and slimy now. (If you ask me, I blame the frog, or the oozy one here) he whispers, gesturing to the bartender."
Post-confession the creature calms down.
"I take it you're the reason why my old boss isn't footing around here any more. I'd be happy to help you provided you still have some of his treasure. I don't care how big those churchy fellas get I'm still working for the almighty coin, you know?"
"Elemental mercenaries?"he says. "That is not something I ever expected to encounter... what would an elemental even want to purchase? And where would you go to make such purchases? I can't even imagine that you horde the coins themselves as a dragon would..."
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"If the frog, or the oozy one here, were able to alter reality in such a radical and sudden way, it would probably be better for you to get down on your knees and worship them, rather than attract their wrath, don't you think?" Khessa sighs, puzzled by Akkron's dubts as well, but choosing to focus on something else "Anyway... was there really no one else, apart from the fat eyeball guys? Their powers, as far as I know, are destructive, but they don't include summoning... so someone else must have summoned you" .
"Anyway, are you able to take us to the base you came from?" the blonde arcane warrior proposes "There perhaps we will be able to talk to those in charge - and understand if there is a way to pursue a common goal".
"How about that. Can't believe I was taking orders from middle management this whole time. That's frankly a little depressing. Shouldn't be a problem to lead you to our old stomping grounds. Just let me go, promise not to take any of the loot we stole fair and square, and I swear I will not run away. Not that I could anyways, given the size of your quads, blondie," he responds, giving Khessa a fiery wink.
"Apart from my toned muscles (you know, playing with your kids all day long helps keeping you in shape), you should probably worry about my friend Akkron's slender fingers here..." Khessa points her thumb at the Lich "Who could extinguish you simply by snapping them".
"But why make such unpleasant assumptions, now that we've reached an agreement?" smiles the blonde arcane warrior, encouraging "Guide us to your old stomping grounds and everything will be fine. Your loot is your loot".
During the journey the tall adventuress tries to keep the conversation going: "Since we are no longer trying to go down each other's throats, we might as well introduce ourselves. My name is Khessa and you?" if the other replies, she also asks: "Out of curiosity... how many of you have been summoned, that you have seen? Tens? Hundreds? Thousands?"
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"Let's join Dabbert and see if his prisoner can be more talkative, then" Khessa shrugs - and comes to the soldier's side, to listen to the eventual reply.
Akkron will go ahead and follow Khessa to see what Dabbert has discovered.
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"So," Khessa sums up, meanwhile "we have modrons who have been sent to 'explore' (perhaps in a broader sense), Galeb Duhr who have been 'sculpted'… It all suggests an exaggeratedly lawful force at work - so maniacally legal, to become tyrannical: seeking knowledge at the cost of attacking, imposing orderly forms on creatures at the cost of torturing them..."
"And meanwhile, almost in reaction, the environment instead seems to have become incredibly chaotic and unstable…" the blonde arcane warrior goes on "with the time or perhaps the reality changing drastically from one day to the next".
"Interesting" she focuses on Dabbert's prisoner. "And here? What do we have here?"
"You're gonna be in for it when my boss shows up! He's got orbs like eyes that'll drive you mad and a belly to stuff you into once he rends you from your bones."
These words are smaller than the other ones.
The suit of armor filled with elemental fire jerks around nervously, casting an eye for its beholder general
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These words are smaller than the other ones.
It does not notice the beholder impaled on the fence of the grand manor that once encompassed your old base.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Akkron will go ahead and point out said impaled beholder to the fire elemental.
"I don't think that your master is going to be any help to you now," the lich says. "So please explain what you exactly is happening here, unless you would like to join him."
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"Also because," Khessa adds, smiling, "nothing forces us to be enemies. Your superiors, with these attacks, certainly have their own purpose. And we could perhaps help them achieve such purpose (although perhaps with different methods). You know, impaling a beholder once, can be fun. But by the tenth or twentieth, you end up bored... especially when your main goal is not to impale beholders. Isn't it better to rather check if there can be a common goal? It seems to me a more orderly and efficient way to proceed".
No intimidation check needed! This guy starts to rattle less in his armor. "Alright. You've made your point. Tell you the truth I was sort of conjured into this armor in the middle of this desert. Woke up with a bunch of others lined up in front of those fat eyeball guys. They paired us off into companies and told us to patrol this desert, have us destroy anyone that didn't look all clerical-like and loot everything we found. The place was already in ruins and pretty much abandoned until you lot showed up, but it was at least nice and dry and boy did we find some loot! I mean... didn't find any loot at all. Place was completely ransacked. And now it ain't even dry no more! All wet and slimy now. (If you ask me, I blame the frog, or the oozy one here) he whispers, gesturing to the bartender."
Post-confession the creature calms down.
"I take it you're the reason why my old boss isn't footing around here any more. I'd be happy to help you provided you still have some of his treasure. I don't care how big those churchy fellas get I'm still working for the almighty coin, you know?"
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Akkron is a bit surprised at this revelation...
"Elemental mercenaries?" he says. "That is not something I ever expected to encounter... what would an elemental even want to purchase? And where would you go to make such purchases? I can't even imagine that you horde the coins themselves as a dragon would..."
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"If the frog, or the oozy one here, were able to alter reality in such a radical and sudden way, it would probably be better for you to get down on your knees and worship them, rather than attract their wrath, don't you think?" Khessa sighs, puzzled by Akkron's dubts as well, but choosing to focus on something else "Anyway... was there really no one else, apart from the fat eyeball guys? Their powers, as far as I know, are destructive, but they don't include summoning... so someone else must have summoned you" .
"Anyway, are you able to take us to the base you came from?" the blonde arcane warrior proposes "There perhaps we will be able to talk to those in charge - and understand if there is a way to pursue a common goal".
"How about that. Can't believe I was taking orders from middle management this whole time. That's frankly a little depressing. Shouldn't be a problem to lead you to our old stomping grounds. Just let me go, promise not to take any of the loot we stole fair and square, and I swear I will not run away. Not that I could anyways, given the size of your quads, blondie," he responds, giving Khessa a fiery wink.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
"Apart from my toned muscles (you know, playing with your kids all day long helps keeping you in shape), you should probably worry about my friend Akkron's slender fingers here..." Khessa points her thumb at the Lich "Who could extinguish you simply by snapping them".
"But why make such unpleasant assumptions, now that we've reached an agreement?" smiles the blonde arcane warrior, encouraging "Guide us to your old stomping grounds and everything will be fine. Your loot is your loot".
During the journey the tall adventuress tries to keep the conversation going: "Since we are no longer trying to go down each other's throats, we might as well introduce ourselves. My name is Khessa and you?" if the other replies, she also asks: "Out of curiosity... how many of you have been summoned, that you have seen? Tens? Hundreds? Thousands?"