Kimberley silently follows the wall to the south. The area in that direction is full of dry scrub; the village doesn't seem to extend any further south. She sees no signs of life nor movement here. Risking a very careful peak through the crack in the shutters of the window to the south, Kimberley sees four more humans, wearing the same black wing cloaks and horned black masks as the ones Bryony described. One is napping, one eating, two are keeping a half-hearted watch. They do not see Kimberley.
presuming Byrony told him about the attire of the cloaked figures, he’s a little less worried than he was earlier. Their dragonesque homage leads syzygy to believe they are cultists, worshippers of the dragon cooped in the wizards tower.
Earlier, while resting, while sitting in meditation, Syzygy had seen flashes of the many faces of the moon fly by. From all the angles and light lines he perceived a kaleidoscope of alterations, a kind of awakening and arcane understanding of forms. He was going to try this for clout if it came to it with the dragon but now seems as good a time as any.
He exits the rubble and grabs the party’s attention with taps and gestures. Syzygy indicates that everything will be ok with a thumbs up. He walks to the eastern door. Syzygy raises one hand to the door and the other touches the small stone on his forehead. He knocks firmly and utters a magical word to alter his being. instead of the pale hands of a shadarkai , the second knock lands as large green scaled fist. By the third knock a dragonborn wearing Syzygy’s grey robes stands before the party and the door. [alter self]
With an air of arrogance and a slight hiss to his consonants syzygy says through the door “do not be alarmed, I am Dragonborn Lazarus Larkom, travelling with other pilgrims seeking audience with the great dragon. We heard you may have access.”
Quinn nods and grins at Syzygy. He's quite impressed, though he stays alert and ready to defend him if needed. Quinn leans in close to the building and listens for any hurried or threatening movements.
Perception check: 13
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Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
The door opens halfway. A young masked man gently pulls "Lazarus" inside, and beckons for the rest of you to follow.
""અંદર આવો. અંદર આવો. હવે જલ્દી. તમારા નામ શું છે?" he mumbles.
If you speak Draconic:
"Come in. Come in. Quickly now. What are your names?"
The interior of the house is dusty and strung with cobwebs. The only furnishings are a small stove, a table, two chairs, and a bunk (currently occupied by a snoring man.) There seem to be six humans here, all dressed in similar attire.
The man switches to Common and looks everyone up and down. "I am Favric. Why are you here? What do you want from the dragon?"
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Bryony is thoroughly impressed by Syzygy's bit of magic. He looks exactly like a dragonborn! She's tempted to reach out and touch his scaly skin just to see how realistic the whole glamor is, but she restrains herself at the last moment. That would probably seem strange to these cloaked fellows. Do they really serve the green dragon, she wonders. Why would anyone want to serve a dragon?
Bryony has an idea, and she bows respectfully to "Lazarus." "Our lord Lazarus Larkom wishes to pay tribute to the green dragon and seek his counsel in a matter of grave importance," she intones in a solemn voice, which is quite unlike how she usually speaks.
"We are members of The Dragon. We come to treat with this green dragon which we have tracked here over many weeks. We are waiting for the right moment to approach. We have been watching from afar, trying to gauge its demeanor and needs. I suggest an alliance between our groups. What matter do you seek council upon? What do you know of this dragon? And what name do you know it by?" asks Favric, as the other cultists gather to listen.
Syzygy pauses for Byrony's grandiose introduction, smirking in delight at her act.
"This is true, I have come to offer our services to the dragon. We are adventurers" he broadly gestures to his companions, "who have come to taste the awesome glory that is Dragon, and yes, also seek it's council. Each one of us has our own truth we seek. For myself, 'tis a long story, and a sore point, but I do not speak Draconic. I seek to learn from the great creature itself."
"So, I see know harm making an alliance with others who share our view of dragon-kind. As for our knowledge of the creature, only bit of pieces, rumours and whispers. And, if we did know its name, you would know as much as I, that it would not be something we'd share so freely, even with new allies. Do you happen to know the dragon's name? What do you hope to achieve liaising with a dragon."
A flash of momentary concern crosses Favric's face, but then he jumps into action. He turns to address his companions, lifting a small, ornate box.
In Draconic:
"I think the time may be now, my friends. We have new companions, we have our tributes. The worm has eaten this morning. The time is ripe."
He turns back to the party. In Common, he says "Are you ready right now to treat and pay tribute? We have strength in numbers, and the dragon gorged itself upon fat spiders this morning, so hunger shall not enter this equation, at least. Will you join us on a walk to the tower? I bring a gift." He holds up his box again.
“I’m pleased to know its hunger is satiated. We had hoped to rest after our long journey, but if my companions can step on a little further then perhaps we will join you. I’m sure the dragon shall be satisfied with the offer of my party’s established and acclaimed services. And I’m sure the dragon will be pleased with that charming trinket you bring…” Syzygy as Lazarus raises a concerned and scaly eyebrow. “Are you sure a box will please the dragon?”
Bryony tries to hide her increasing amusement at Syzygy's charade. Part of her is loving this ruse. She's never really put on such a performance before. Maybe she missed her calling as an actor, she thinks.
"What treasure did you bring the esteemed Dragon?" Bryony asks. "If I may ask, sir." She adds this last bit to further sell her role as a servant.
"Just some jewels," answers Favric. "A fine set of amethysts. More than just a box, but undoubtedly just a trifle to an entity such as this one. Are we ready to go?"
His group seems a little taken off-guard by this sudden plan, and more than a little nervous. They wake the sleeping man and brush off their outfits.
Kimberley begins moving south skirting the wall of the wider section of the house...
Perception-8
Stealth- 15
Kimberley silently follows the wall to the south. The area in that direction is full of dry scrub; the village doesn't seem to extend any further south. She sees no signs of life nor movement here. Risking a very careful peak through the crack in the shutters of the window to the south, Kimberley sees four more humans, wearing the same black wing cloaks and horned black masks as the ones Bryony described. One is napping, one eating, two are keeping a half-hearted watch. They do not see Kimberley.
presuming Byrony told him about the attire of the cloaked figures, he’s a little less worried than he was earlier. Their dragonesque homage leads syzygy to believe they are cultists, worshippers of the dragon cooped in the wizards tower.
Earlier, while resting, while sitting in meditation, Syzygy had seen flashes of the many faces of the moon fly by. From all the angles and light lines he perceived a kaleidoscope of alterations, a kind of awakening and arcane understanding of forms. He was going to try this for clout if it came to it with the dragon but now seems as good a time as any.
He exits the rubble and grabs the party’s attention with taps and gestures. Syzygy indicates that everything will be ok with a thumbs up. He walks to the eastern door. Syzygy raises one hand to the door and the other touches the small stone on his forehead. He knocks firmly and utters a magical word to alter his being. instead of the pale hands of a shadarkai , the second knock lands as large green scaled fist. By the third knock a dragonborn wearing Syzygy’s grey robes stands before the party and the door. [alter self]
With an air of arrogance and a slight hiss to his consonants syzygy says through the door “do not be alarmed, I am Dragonborn Lazarus Larkom, travelling with other pilgrims seeking audience with the great dragon. We heard you may have access.”
(Syzygy: Make a Deception check! Your DC is 3.)
Deception 16 - he knocks firmly once more
Quinn nods and grins at Syzygy. He's quite impressed, though he stays alert and ready to defend him if needed. Quinn leans in close to the building and listens for any hurried or threatening movements.
Perception check: 13
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
The door opens halfway. A young masked man gently pulls "Lazarus" inside, and beckons for the rest of you to follow.
""અંદર આવો. અંદર આવો. હવે જલ્દી. તમારા નામ શું છે?" he mumbles.
If you speak Draconic:
"Come in. Come in. Quickly now. What are your names?"
The interior of the house is dusty and strung with cobwebs. The only furnishings are a small stove, a table, two chairs, and a bunk (currently occupied by a snoring man.) There seem to be six humans here, all dressed in similar attire.
The man switches to Common and looks everyone up and down.
"I am Favric. Why are you here? What do you want from the dragon?"
Bryony is thoroughly impressed by Syzygy's bit of magic. He looks exactly like a dragonborn! She's tempted to reach out and touch his scaly skin just to see how realistic the whole glamor is, but she restrains herself at the last moment. That would probably seem strange to these cloaked fellows. Do they really serve the green dragon, she wonders. Why would anyone want to serve a dragon?
Bryony has an idea, and she bows respectfully to "Lazarus." "Our lord Lazarus Larkom wishes to pay tribute to the green dragon and seek his counsel in a matter of grave importance," she intones in a solemn voice, which is quite unlike how she usually speaks.
Deception - 13
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
"We are members of The Dragon. We come to treat with this green dragon which we have tracked here over many weeks. We are waiting for the right moment to approach. We have been watching from afar, trying to gauge its demeanor and needs. I suggest an alliance between our groups. What matter do you seek council upon? What do you know of this dragon? And what name do you know it by?" asks Favric, as the other cultists gather to listen.
Kimberley is fairly certain she does not have the skill to pull off this ruse so sticks to the rear staying as quiet as possible.
(DM, may I roll something to check to see how much Bryony knows about green dragons?)
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
Certainly - make a Nature check!
Syzygy pauses for Byrony's grandiose introduction, smirking in delight at her act.
"This is true, I have come to offer our services to the dragon. We are adventurers" he broadly gestures to his companions, "who have come to taste the awesome glory that is Dragon, and yes, also seek it's council. Each one of us has our own truth we seek. For myself, 'tis a long story, and a sore point, but I do not speak Draconic. I seek to learn from the great creature itself."
"So, I see know harm making an alliance with others who share our view of dragon-kind. As for our knowledge of the creature, only bit of pieces, rumours and whispers. And, if we did know its name, you would know as much as I, that it would not be something we'd share so freely, even with new allies. Do you happen to know the dragon's name? What do you hope to achieve liaising with a dragon."
A flash of momentary concern crosses Favric's face, but then he jumps into action. He turns to address his companions, lifting a small, ornate box.
In Draconic:
"I think the time may be now, my friends. We have new companions, we have our tributes. The worm has eaten this morning. The time is ripe."
He turns back to the party. In Common, he says "Are you ready right now to treat and pay tribute? We have strength in numbers, and the dragon gorged itself upon fat spiders this morning, so hunger shall not enter this equation, at least. Will you join us on a walk to the tower? I bring a gift." He holds up his box again.
“I’m pleased to know its hunger is satiated. We had hoped to rest after our long journey, but if my companions can step on a little further then perhaps we will join you. I’m sure the dragon shall be satisfied with the offer of my party’s established and acclaimed services. And I’m sure the dragon will be pleased with that charming trinket you bring…” Syzygy as Lazarus raises a concerned and scaly eyebrow. “Are you sure a box will please the dragon?”
Kimberley tries to look unconcerned but is terrified that the conversation seems to imply they are going to meet with the dragon....
Nature - 20
Bryony tries to hide her increasing amusement at Syzygy's charade. Part of her is loving this ruse. She's never really put on such a performance before. Maybe she missed her calling as an actor, she thinks.
"What treasure did you bring the esteemed Dragon?" Bryony asks. "If I may ask, sir." She adds this last bit to further sell her role as a servant.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
(With a Natural 20, Bryony has full knowledge of everything in the Monster Manual about Green Dragons. She'd loved to read stories about them when she was a child.)
"Just some jewels," answers Favric. "A fine set of amethysts. More than just a box, but undoubtedly just a trifle to an entity such as this one. Are we ready to go?"
His group seems a little taken off-guard by this sudden plan, and more than a little nervous. They wake the sleeping man and brush off their outfits.
Kimberleys eyes are darting back and forth amongst her companions she is very much not a fan of this undertaking....
As the party walks in Jurgen and Draco (mechanical dragon) now enter the room. In Draconic...
"What do you wish to receive from the great Green Dragon? We also plan to present this -"
Jurgen reaches in his pack and pulls out a small green metal ball that says the following (in Draconic).
"Hail the great green dragon. Let all bow in your presensence. "
(Using magical tinkering)
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