Cal will want to be closer to the wolf with his rod in sword form ablaze.
"Thanks to you too, Cal, honey!" exclaims Duwamilly, visibly relieved "Knowing you at my side, with that beautiful flaming sword, while that beast could charge at any moment, helped me a lot not to run screaming in the opposite direction!"
Upon seeing the dragonborns and the Djinn facing each other, the gnome cleric sighs and approaches in turn, placing herself at the newcomers' side and holding out her hand: "Nice to meet you, kids! I'm Duwamilly 'Planerunner' Gerinell! Sorry if we seem a bit 'nervous', but lately any encounter fate has in store for us ends in a fight to the death! Obviously this will be an exception, I hope. It's not like Frinion is sending you, kids, is he?"
This female, which measures not much more than 3', has long straight honey-colored hair that should be styled in a bun on her head ... but, perhaps because the gnome is almost always on the move, several long locks have actually escaped the rigor of the hairstyle and wander freely, some falling on the face, some on the shoulder straps of a metal scale armor.
"So, sneaking up on people are you?" The djinni continues, calmer now, looking between the two gold dragonborn cousins. "I don't recall you from the temple, and yet you too have curses you need help to lift?"
At that moment a young red-haired half-elf comes flying up at the djinni's side."You have curses too?" She says with a hint of suspicion in her voice. It was quite the coinncidence after all. "I think you two might have stumbled into the right people."She then adds with a soft laugh. "I am Yasmina, and this here is Amir, sorry, Lord Amir. Follow me and you can meet the others in our company." She says with a friendly smile, turning to fly back while the djinni huffs and resumes his vigilance.
“Follow you? How should we trust you?” The Dragonborn does not seem like she likes that idea.
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Hey, I’m moon, i‘m aged between 3 and 300. Pronouns are She/They/It/It’s/Them/Her. I love D&D. I am chaotic neutral irl. I’m not afraid to punch someone. Mess with me and you’ll find out the hard way. extended sig
I am the goddess of the moon, the tides, and the axolotls
The red-haired half-elf's flight stops and she turns in the air to face the two gold dragonborn cousins again. "You are right to be cautious, you can continue your jurney on your own of course, but as you say you have curses that you need help removing and four of us have too it might just that fate has brought us together, or not."The half-elf says, looking between the dragonborn. "We can offer you a possible solution to your problems if you are interested."
She sighs, not knowing what to do. “Solution? What solution?”
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Hey, I’m moon, i‘m aged between 3 and 300. Pronouns are She/They/It/It’s/Them/Her. I love D&D. I am chaotic neutral irl. I’m not afraid to punch someone. Mess with me and you’ll find out the hard way. extended sig
I am the goddess of the moon, the tides, and the axolotls
Delvindra lowers her hands and eases her stance even more.
"If you wanted to just slip away," she whispers to the cultist, "this would be the time. I can't guarantee what the others might decide once we get to the next town."
"Well, a possible solution." The half-elf says with a shrug, not seeming overly convinced herself yet. "Yesterday we were at the temple of Ilmater not far away from here where we recieved the advice to seek out a Lord Akkron who hopefully will be able to help us to remove our curses. I admit it's not much to go on but I personally have no better plans right now." She continues, shrugging again as she lands by the female dragonborn. "We are planning to continue to Tormere now, I'm sure the others would approve of your company, unless you prefer to continue by yourself."
"So, sneaking up on people are you?" The djinni continues, calmer now, looking between the two gold dragonborn cousins. "I don't recall you from the temple, and yet you too have curses you need help to lift?"
*Under his breath, while still invisible. (you can still hear him say it though)
Cal will look at his weapon and pause as he looks at it as if there is a conversation happening in his mind then the blade reverts back to a rod. “You do not emit the wretched stench of evil so I have no need to end your life today. Welcome to our company if you choose. My name is Cal, what shall we call you?”
"Well, a possible solution." The half-elf says with a shrug, not seeming overly convinced herself yet. "Yesterday we were at the temple of Ilmater not far away from here where we recieved the advice to seek out a Lord Akkron who hopefully will be able to help us to remove our curses. I admit it's not much to go on but I personally have no better plans right now." She continues, shrugging again as she lands by the female dragonborn. "We are planning to continue to Tormere now, I'm sure the others would approve of your company, unless you prefer to continue by yourself."
"Just one question," Godrick says while he's still invisible. "Are you guys boring? Like, can I mess with y'all a little? And if not, am I allowed to 'mess' with random people we meet?"
Cal will look at his weapon and pause as he looks at it as if there is a conversation happening in his mind then the blade reverts back to a rod. “You do not emit the wretched stench of evil so I have no need to end your life today. Welcome to our company if you choose. My name is Cal, what shall we call you?”
"My name's Godrick, but my friends called me Godrick The Gullible. You can call me God for short." You sense the humor in his voice, as if he just sent a joking wink your way.
Delvindra lowers her hands and eases her stance even more.
"If you wanted to just slip away," she whispers to the cultist, "this would be the time. I can't guarantee what the others might decide once we get to the next town."
The cultist glances at the charred patch of earth that was the Hound.
"I... I appreciate the gesture," she whispers back. "But... I doubt the Ilmatari would do anything to me that wouldn't pale in comparison to the fate that the Exalted has for one who failed him... I... I think I would likely have the best chance on holy ground, where his devils cannot reach me..."
A shudder runs through her at the thought of what Firion would do if he ever found her...
"My name's Godrick, but my friends called me Godrick The Gullible. You can call me God for short." You sense the humor in his voice, as if he just sent a joking wink your way.
Delvindra's face hardens and her eyes go cold at Godrick's "joke".
"That will not be happening," she mutters to herself with a sneer.
"Oh, don't worry, honey, you haven't missed anything by not knowing Frinion" Duwamilly chuckles as she shakes the invisible dragonborn's hand. "He's just an exalted. Of course we'll get along fine! Surely you're not one to impose his presence... judging by how good you are at disappearing! It must be so convenient," her brown eyes become dreamy for a moment "to snoop around where you shouldn't..."
When the invisible dragonborn finally tells his name, the gnome cleric laughs at the final joke: "Believe me, I don't think it suits you to be 'god', honey... Can you imagine, afterwards, all that flood of prayers to be answered? Not even a minute, and you would want to be one of those who pray... But that's the catch about being a god... that at that point you no longer have anyone to pray to for a hand! You have to figure it all out on your own! I know, because it's Garl Glittergold who told me... He's a god too. And he too 'for short', since he's a god especially for us gnomes. Maybe it's better for you to be 'rick'. You'd make a lot of cows or horses happy".
"Oh, don't worry, honey, you haven't missed anything by not knowing Frinion" Duwamilly chuckles as she shakes the invisible dragonborn's hand. "He's just an exalted. Of course we'll get along fine! Surely you're not one to impose his presence... judging by how good you are at disappearing! It must be so convenient," her brown eyes become dreamy for a moment "to snoop around where you shouldn't..."
"Actually, it's not convenient at all. I can only talk when I'm invisible, and when I AM visible, I have to remain silent, or I turn invisible again. It's really a pain for me to be honest."
Maybe it's better for you to be 'rick'. You'd make a lot of cows or horses happy".
Godrick returns from invisibility, looking confused as to your comment. "Uuuuuu... I don't get it. Was that a joke?"
"Was meant to be... 'rick' is not the same as 'haystack'? Or maybe I got confused..." Duwamilly hypothesizes "after all, Gnomish is my mother language, not Common".
(OOC: Not being a native English speaker, this was my source... I hope it did not lead me astray...)
- Two Gold Dragonborns have shown up who are also cursed - Yasmina has offered Lord Amir's services of wind-walking the party straight to Sir Charles's house - Delvindra offered to release the cultist, but the woman is (understandably) too terrified to run off into the woods where her former master's creatures might tear her to pieces
If you decide to move on at this point, we can skip to Sir Charles's mansion and, by extension, a much deserved Long Rest (which will allow the party to gain the benefits of a level-up). If I remember correctly, Oberon99 said that Amir could also transport the terrified ex-cultist and the carriage to the local Ilmatari temple.
Is there anything else that anyone else would like to do before the time skip?
"Thanks to you too, Cal, honey!" exclaims Duwamilly, visibly relieved "Knowing you at my side, with that beautiful flaming sword, while that beast could charge at any moment, helped me a lot not to run screaming in the opposite direction!"
Upon seeing the dragonborns and the Djinn facing each other, the gnome cleric sighs and approaches in turn, placing herself at the newcomers' side and holding out her hand: "Nice to meet you, kids! I'm Duwamilly 'Planerunner' Gerinell! Sorry if we seem a bit 'nervous', but lately any encounter fate has in store for us ends in a fight to the death! Obviously this will be an exception, I hope. It's not like Frinion is sending you, kids, is he?"
This female, which measures not much more than 3', has long straight honey-colored hair that should be styled in a bun on her head ... but, perhaps because the gnome is almost always on the move, several long locks have actually escaped the rigor of the hairstyle and wander freely, some falling on the face, some on the shoulder straps of a metal scale armor.
"So, sneaking up on people are you?" The djinni continues, calmer now, looking between the two gold dragonborn cousins. "I don't recall you from the temple, and yet you too have curses you need help to lift?"
At that moment a young red-haired half-elf comes flying up at the djinni's side. "You have curses too?" She says with a hint of suspicion in her voice. It was quite the coinncidence after all. "I think you two might have stumbled into the right people." She then adds with a soft laugh. "I am Yasmina, and this here is Amir, sorry, Lord Amir. Follow me and you can meet the others in our company." She says with a friendly smile, turning to fly back while the djinni huffs and resumes his vigilance.
“Follow you? How should we trust you?” The Dragonborn does not seem like she likes that idea.
Hey, I’m moon, i‘m aged between 3 and 300. Pronouns are She/They/It/It’s/Them/Her. I love D&D. I am chaotic neutral irl. I’m not afraid to punch someone. Mess with me and you’ll find out the hard way. extended sig
I am the goddess of the moon, the tides, and the axolotls
I am not a furry, I am a fishie.
The red-haired half-elf's flight stops and she turns in the air to face the two gold dragonborn cousins again. "You are right to be cautious, you can continue your jurney on your own of course, but as you say you have curses that you need help removing and four of us have too it might just that fate has brought us together, or not." The half-elf says, looking between the dragonborn. "We can offer you a possible solution to your problems if you are interested."
She sighs, not knowing what to do. “Solution? What solution?”
Hey, I’m moon, i‘m aged between 3 and 300. Pronouns are She/They/It/It’s/Them/Her. I love D&D. I am chaotic neutral irl. I’m not afraid to punch someone. Mess with me and you’ll find out the hard way. extended sig
I am the goddess of the moon, the tides, and the axolotls
I am not a furry, I am a fishie.
Delvindra lowers her hands and eases her stance even more.
"If you wanted to just slip away," she whispers to the cultist, "this would be the time. I can't guarantee what the others might decide once we get to the next town."
The dragonborn disappears, but you feel his firm hand being placed in yours, and he initiates the handshake.
"Frinion? No clue who that is. But you're a talkative one. I think we'll get along just fine."
He pauses for a moment. "Do y'all know where we can dispel cursed items? We've tried anyone around for miles, but nothing works."
Even though you know he's there, it's still eerie to hear a voice without a body.
-Archie
"Well, a possible solution." The half-elf says with a shrug, not seeming overly convinced herself yet. "Yesterday we were at the temple of Ilmater not far away from here where we recieved the advice to seek out a Lord Akkron who hopefully will be able to help us to remove our curses. I admit it's not much to go on but I personally have no better plans right now." She continues, shrugging again as she lands by the female dragonborn. "We are planning to continue to Tormere now, I'm sure the others would approve of your company, unless you prefer to continue by yourself."
*Under his breath, while still invisible. (you can still hear him say it though)
"Whoooah. That's a big ghost."
-Archie
Cal will look at his weapon and pause as he looks at it as if there is a conversation happening in his mind then the blade reverts back to a rod. “You do not emit the wretched stench of evil so I have no need to end your life today. Welcome to our company if you choose. My name is Cal, what shall we call you?”
"Just one question," Godrick says while he's still invisible. "Are you guys boring? Like, can I mess with y'all a little? And if not, am I allowed to 'mess' with random people we meet?"
-Archie
"My name's Godrick, but my friends called me Godrick The Gullible. You can call me God for short." You sense the humor in his voice, as if he just sent a joking wink your way.
-Archie
The cultist glances at the charred patch of earth that was the Hound.
"I... I appreciate the gesture," she whispers back. "But... I doubt the Ilmatari would do anything to me that wouldn't pale in comparison to the fate that the Exalted has for one who failed him... I... I think I would likely have the best chance on holy ground, where his devils cannot reach me..."
A shudder runs through her at the thought of what Firion would do if he ever found her...
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Delvindra's face hardens and her eyes go cold at Godrick's "joke".
"That will not be happening," she mutters to herself with a sneer.
"Oh, don't worry, honey, you haven't missed anything by not knowing Frinion" Duwamilly chuckles as she shakes the invisible dragonborn's hand. "He's just an exalted. Of course we'll get along fine! Surely you're not one to impose his presence... judging by how good you are at disappearing! It must be so convenient," her brown eyes become dreamy for a moment "to snoop around where you shouldn't..."
When the invisible dragonborn finally tells his name, the gnome cleric laughs at the final joke: "Believe me, I don't think it suits you to be 'god', honey... Can you imagine, afterwards, all that flood of prayers to be answered? Not even a minute, and you would want to be one of those who pray... But that's the catch about being a god... that at that point you no longer have anyone to pray to for a hand! You have to figure it all out on your own! I know, because it's Garl Glittergold who told me... He's a god too. And he too 'for short', since he's a god especially for us gnomes. Maybe it's better for you to be 'rick'. You'd make a lot of cows or horses happy".
"Actually, it's not convenient at all. I can only talk when I'm invisible, and when I AM visible, I have to remain silent, or I turn invisible again. It's really a pain for me to be honest."
Godrick returns from invisibility, looking confused as to your comment. "Uuuuuu... I don't get it. Was that a joke?"
-Archie
"Was meant to be... 'rick' is not the same as 'haystack'? Or maybe I got confused..." Duwamilly hypothesizes "after all, Gnomish is my mother language, not Common".
(OOC: Not being a native English speaker, this was my source... I hope it did not lead me astray...)
OOC: Not worries. Never knew rick meant haystack. You learn something new every day.
-Archie
So, to quickly recap our situation:
- Two Gold Dragonborns have shown up who are also cursed
- Yasmina has offered Lord Amir's services of wind-walking the party straight to Sir Charles's house
- Delvindra offered to release the cultist, but the woman is (understandably) too terrified to run off into the woods where her former master's creatures might tear her to pieces
If you decide to move on at this point, we can skip to Sir Charles's mansion and, by extension, a much deserved Long Rest (which will allow the party to gain the benefits of a level-up). If I remember correctly, Oberon99 said that Amir could also transport the terrified ex-cultist and the carriage to the local Ilmatari temple.
Is there anything else that anyone else would like to do before the time skip?
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Nope. I'm good. Note that Delvindra is letting the cultist keep the amulet to help hide and protect her from Firion.