Tytus feels better after being comforted bu Hewelathan and says: "You are right, we did or job and in the end everyone is ok. thank you for the reminder of that :)"
Tytus does a little bit of fire gazing while eating out his ration (and offering another to anyone who wants it) and book gazing in bedroll before going to sleep. That night Tytus woke up in the middle of the night and thinking that it is close to dawn since everything was quite grayish at the moment but well visible he first checked on the container to see if it is secure. Then he realized that fire still embers a little so it is too early for the dawn, and he found the moon to be too high up. So realized it is the middle of the night and he sees clearly. He checked his book again and instead of incomprehensible scripture he started to be able to decipher what might be contained there. He read for about half an hour and is sure that he is on to some secrets. Maybe not the one that is most important for him, but some other that knowing might be helpful. He goes back to sleep exhausted from new experiences.
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After the fight Flinn opens his eyes again and groans in pain. He follows the rest of the party, helping with the tube and trying to ignore the horrible creature trapped inside, as they trek in the woods to find a place to rest.
He takes out his armour with small sounds that clearly states that everything hurts to the novice paladin. Barely touching his dinner, he cleans his wounds and drink the rest of his water, leaving enough to clean Truthseeker edge of the dolgrim's blood.
He politely decline any conversation saying that he is just exhausted and soon he has his eyes closed, leaning against a tree.
But in his head an argument is being held.
"I almost died twice... twice today! I quit... ""
"You cannot quit boy... you made an oath!!"
"You can read my mind... picture all the places I am thinking that you can put that oath of yours..."
"You cannot flee, they will find you..."
"I do not care, nothing the clerics and paladins will do to me could be worse than diying in a forgotten cave eaten by blobs of meat and teeth..."
"... you're probably right on that one, but it hasn't to be this way... I can teach you to be more effective in combat.. and how to protect you or others better... "
"Oh.. the others... how I am going to explain it to them? It would be better to wait for them to be asleep and then leave the woods... but..."
"What?"
"Nothing I was just wondering... what would happen to them if that thing escapes?"
"You know what will happen to them... you've learnt it the hard way, first hand..."
Flinn opened his eyes looking around to his team mates and giving a frightful look to the closed tube.
"I do not want them to suffer that..."
"I know... and you know what? It was thanks to you that they haven't to suffer it in the cave... and that was thanks to you..."
"No..."" Flinn replied "I am too scared... it was too much pain... killing is horrible..."
"Flinn... listen to me. This life, this path is not an easy one, and it's not meant for everyone. People think that paladins are brave because they ride on their white steeds head-on against trolls and giants and dragons... but they are brave because they decide to confront their fears and suffer wounds and pain so others less prepared than them,the defendless, the innocent, doesn't have to suffer it, sometimes they have to battle a dragon, sometimes they just took away their pain or ilness with their touch or by just listening to them and conforting them. It is no an easy life,and it is a solitary life, but I assure you it is a life worth living. Each wound, each bruise, each burn... is worth it knowing that you have prevented that the smiles and hopes and lifes of others have been protected from that pain. If you stay I will teach you how to do this. You can go in the night if you want, I will not stop you. Decision is yours."
In the middle of the night. Flinn stood up in silence and left the camp leaving behind his weapon and armor.
Next morning, as he was donning his chain mail he can be heard muttering.
"You better make sure that the steed is really white or I'll melt you and turn you into a spoon..."
Korba too has his own struggles at night as dreams of his patron come to grant him more power, yet taking their price in pain and scars. Waking up though he seems normal, brushing his long sleeved clothing off and donning his shaded lenses. Watching how the paladin handles his blade, Korba almost feels a small tinge of jealousy, keeping his own blade always in reach, but interacting with it as little as possible.
Looking to the others in the morning he says, "Let us return for our reward so that we may continue on to this Lich. I must admit that I am anxious to see what he will say."
Once they find a spot to camp and set a watch rotation, Hewelathan tries to get some sleep. He had traveled in the past, but he was always lucky. Except for that one illness, he had never had the kind of life-and-death experience they had faced today. He feels exhausted and soon falls into a deep sleep.
But Hewelathan's sleep is troubled by bad dreams. He remembers the terrifying sight of the many mouths stretched above him when he almost failed to heave the gibbering mouther into the jar. And a sensation keeps popping into his head unbidden: the feeling of the of the gibbering mouther's body in his hands. He had felt its amorphous form shifting...changing. Hewelathan had made a study of shapes and forms of creatures, but he had never seen anything quite like that! Even a snail or worm or the many-armed octopus of the sea, which can all compress or stretch their bodies, has a true shape. But the gibbering mouther seemed to have have no fixed form. And its red, glistening skin reminded him of a body stripped of its skin.
His dreams shift, as dreams often do, and Hewelathan finds himself in the forest with his friends. The gibbering mouther is gone, but he still feels that same sensation of the amorphous body changing shape. Only now it is his body. As Hewelathan reaches to touch a tree or to step over a log, his limbs stretch and compress. It is interesting at first. Hewelathan had studied shape changing, but no one had ever explained what it felt like. Now he knows, or at least he dreams he knows.
Hewelathan enjoys stretching his body into different shapes -- a horse, a bear, a wolf, a snake, a shark, a giant eagle -- but then he begins to feel afraid. He realizes that he doesn't actually have control over his body. He cannot take the shape he wants, and he cannot maintain his "regular" form. Hewelathan realizes in horror that he is turning into an uncontrolled, amorphous thing just like the gibbering mouther! He feels sick and nauseated at the sight of his own glistening, pulsing, red skin, and he begins to feel the dissolution of "Hewelathan" even as his body loses its fixed form.
When Hewelathan wakes up for his turn on watch, it takes him a long time to shake the horror of the dream. While he keeps watch, he keeps looking at his arms and reaching and stretching to the side or over his head to make sure that his limbs don't lose their shape. Hewelathan tries to recall the mysteries of the archdruids and spends some time in quiet meditation. As the horror of the dreams finally leave him, Hewelathan smiles. He smiles because the dream has left behind something else: it's a new sensation. Or perhaps the dreamed helped him achieve an epiphany? Hewelathan has a new awareness and certainty of the impermanence of his form. His body no longer feels like a solid, immutable thing, and he thinks that he finally understands how to change it.
After his watch, Hewelathan sleeps much more peacefully, and he wakes up in the grey, cloudy morning feeling refreshed and ready for a new day with new experiences.
(OOC: LVL 2, Circle of the Moon Druid)
(OOC: Updated to answer @Mister_Whisker's question.)
Hewelathan check with the others over breakfast. If everyone agrees that their next step is to take the jar with the gibbering mouther and the dolgrim body back to Theodemar in Tormere, he'll help load the jar into their hand cart, and he lays the dolgrim's body in the cart with it. Then, he tries to cover the jar and body with a blanket or tarp or something. They don't want to cause a panic in Tormere!
I assume that with STR 29, Hewelathan can wheel the cart with its load all the way to Thoedemar's. But he doesn't forget how they stumbled on the cultist on their first day of travel from the Temple of Ilmater. While he manages the cart, Hewelathan hopes that the others will keep an eye out for cultists, fiery hell hounds, and other threats on their way back to town for him.
It doesn't take long for Rhaenys to fall asleep after the party reaches camp. She did set up her spot, had a little dinner, had a little chat with the rest... But then somewhere in between conversations she just stopped talking and the next thing the others saw is that her deep gnome shape was lying down, sleeping peacefully. She did drop Stafford, unconciously, as she began lying down..****y for the cranky old staff to appear in her hand right away. A little too clingy, Stafford was. Or perhaps he did like to feel to be held at night, much like everyone else?
Be that as it may, Rhaenys rested peacefully, even though her mind was not in deep sleep for more than a few minutes. But that was how her mind worked, and it didn't prevent her from waking up feeling rested and pretty energetic. She in fact stood up quite quickly, leaving Stafford on the ground, and went to sit next to the rest to join them for breakfast. Before she even had the time to sat down, Stafford was again in her hand.
- Oh, please. Can't you even give me a few moments by myself? - she said aloud, but looking at the clingy stick.
"Forgive an old staff for liking being in his sorceress hands!"
"Remember what we talked about? Giving me some space? Boundaries and all that?"
"Don't I do that already whenever you need to do those weird customs like bathing, visiting the restroom, mat..."
- HUSH NOW! - this she said aloud, too.
"I rested relatively well, by the way. I was hoping you would ask!"
(OOC: the staff regained 10 charges. It is at 39/50)
- "Washopingyouwouldask"- she repeated after him in a childish voice.
"Hmpf! I have noticed you have gained some abilities during the night. You are now able to produce spell slots out of your sorceress essence, and viceversa. This could prove useful in the future"
"Oh? And you won't feel insulted by it? That I grow my powers and not depend entirely on you?"
"But of course, my dear! That was just the once!"
"Good to know. Now allow me use both hands to eat, will you?"
"Fiiiiine"
After this, Rhaenys tells Hewelathan that the plan sounds fine:
- Let's drop those awful creatures as soon as possible, yes. You all know the password for the arcane lock already. I'll just say it to Theodemar telepathically when we meet him. This will be safer.
With Jodie's unused magic, she heals herself before setting off the bed. She dreams of satyrs and dryads frolicking, singing merrily and dancing in an all-night party of Fey. She awakes cheerfully, happy her wound has healed and they'll receive payment. "It'd be nice to get rid of Bob Blob, blah!" Jodie blurts out awkwardly.
Jodie eyes her companions as they interact with their sentient magic items. It seems like a reasonable relationship. I've been lucky with my music thusfar, but Smiler is bound to rear his head sometime. I hope the group is understanding and it's not too problematic...
So, do you go ahead and return to Tormere as soon as you wake up?
Yes, that was Hewelathan's plan. Wake up. Prepare spells. Breakfast. Put the jar and dolgrim body on the hand cart. Head to Tormere to deliver the specimen to Theodemar.
"It'd be nice to get rid of Bob Blob, blah!" Jodie blurts out awkwardly.
Later, as Hewelathan is resting before they head out, he overhears Jodie talking about beads, but he misunderstands her and asks in a surprised voice, "BEES?!" 😉
The return trip to Tormere only takes a couple of hours. As it is still early morning, you don't pass very many people in the street with your jar-o-monster.
Back at the university, Theodemar greets you personally with a huge smile.
"Welcome back, my friends! Did you manage to collect the specimen? Please, do not delay, show me what you have!"
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Hewelathan "parks" the cart and removes the blanket that they were using to cover the specimen jar and the dolgrim. He says, "We captured one of the gibbering mouthers. We also ran into these other creatures -- dolgrim? -- in the cave, and we brought back one of their bodies in case you'd be interested in that, too."
Hewelathan leaves it to one of the others to negotiate with Theodemar or to try to discover whether Theodemar knew more about the caves than he told them. He feels that he's probably too plain-spoken to handle those conversations with the required delicacy.
Tytus is holding himself back to not accuse Theodemar directly and first asks: "Mr. Theodemar what do you know about that place? How did you learned about it and of what happens there? Do you know who is responsible for what occured there?"c
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Rhaenys stays silent while the rest question Theodemar. Though she's pretty sure a wizard of his stature will have no issue overcoming the arcane lock it would probably be nice to tell him that he's in the "white list" of people allowed to open it, right? Or even telling him the password she set up, as she said she would a couple of hours ago, during breakfast.
But perhaps because the fey in her is feeling playful at that moment, she says nothing and curiously waits to see how the wizard proceeds.
Jodie siddles up to Tytus and Theodemar,"You know, there were three mouthers and six of those dolgrim creatures we had to handle. This task was significantly harder than you detailed and we nearly lost two party member. I took a crossbow to the chest after all. The interesting thing is we discovered a strange magic. We'd love to tell you more, but seeing as how 50 gold was just for one mouther... I'd feel much better if I knew our peril was better compensated."
Jodie smiles at Theodemar and gives him a pouty look. Persuasion (7 🙄)
Rhaenys pops out of her own mind and turns to look at Jodie:
- You are totally right there! - then turns to Theodemar and adds - I'd say we've earned A+ grades here. And who knows, this could be the beginning of a nice relationship! - she smiles beautifully here. At least, all the beautifully a deep gnome can smile -Uhm. Job relationship, I meant.
"Really? Did you have to specify that?"
"Let me have a little fun every once in a while! To think that I have to look like this. I hate you sometimes."
"Ah! Only sometimes? That is good. We are improving, you and I!"
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The wizard raises his eyebrow slightly.
"I'm afraid 50 gold pieces each was my offer, and that is what you shall receive..." he trails off, glancing at the body of the dolgrim, and he does look rather curiously at it. "Quite a strange creature, though... perhaps I could give you each an extra gold piece for it."
He then turns his attention to Tytus.
"One of my students told me about encountering a gibbering mouther near the cave while doing some research for a class project," the elf replies. "I suspected that it was an excuse for not turning in his potion on time yet again, but as frightened as he was I couldn't dismiss the story. I do apologize for the dangers you faced, I really had no idea that more than one creature resided in the cave."
Theodemar's Persuasion/Deception: 14 (Persuasion if he's being honest, Deception if not. Everyone is free to roll an Insight check)
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Tytus feels better after being comforted bu Hewelathan and says: "You are right, we did or job and in the end everyone is ok. thank you for the reminder of that :)"
Tytus does a little bit of fire gazing while eating out his ration (and offering another to anyone who wants it) and book gazing in bedroll before going to sleep.
That night Tytus woke up in the middle of the night and thinking that it is close to dawn since everything was quite grayish at the moment but well visible he first checked on the container to see if it is secure. Then he realized that fire still embers a little so it is too early for the dawn, and he found the moon to be too high up. So realized it is the middle of the night and he sees clearly. He checked his book again and instead of incomprehensible scripture he started to be able to decipher what might be contained there. He read for about half an hour and is sure that he is on to some secrets. Maybe not the one that is most important for him, but some other that knowing might be helpful. He goes back to sleep exhausted from new experiences.
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After the fight Flinn opens his eyes again and groans in pain. He follows the rest of the party, helping with the tube and trying to ignore the horrible creature trapped inside, as they trek in the woods to find a place to rest.
He takes out his armour with small sounds that clearly states that everything hurts to the novice paladin. Barely touching his dinner, he cleans his wounds and drink the rest of his water, leaving enough to clean Truthseeker edge of the dolgrim's blood.
He politely decline any conversation saying that he is just exhausted and soon he has his eyes closed, leaning against a tree.
But in his head an argument is being held.
"I almost died twice... twice today! I quit... ""
"You cannot quit boy... you made an oath!!"
"You can read my mind... picture all the places I am thinking that you can put that oath of yours..."
"You cannot flee, they will find you..."
"I do not care, nothing the clerics and paladins will do to me could be worse than diying in a forgotten cave eaten by blobs of meat and teeth..."
"... you're probably right on that one, but it hasn't to be this way... I can teach you to be more effective in combat.. and how to protect you or others better... "
"Oh.. the others... how I am going to explain it to them? It would be better to wait for them to be asleep and then leave the woods... but..."
"What?"
"Nothing I was just wondering... what would happen to them if that thing escapes?"
"You know what will happen to them... you've learnt it the hard way, first hand..."
Flinn opened his eyes looking around to his team mates and giving a frightful look to the closed tube.
"I do not want them to suffer that..."
"I know... and you know what? It was thanks to you that they haven't to suffer it in the cave... and that was thanks to you..."
"No..."" Flinn replied "I am too scared... it was too much pain... killing is horrible..."
"Flinn... listen to me. This life, this path is not an easy one, and it's not meant for everyone. People think that paladins are brave because they ride on their white steeds head-on against trolls and giants and dragons... but they are brave because they decide to confront their fears and suffer wounds and pain so others less prepared than them,the defendless, the innocent, doesn't have to suffer it, sometimes they have to battle a dragon, sometimes they just took away their pain or ilness with their touch or by just listening to them and conforting them. It is no an easy life,and it is a solitary life, but I assure you it is a life worth living. Each wound, each bruise, each burn... is worth it knowing that you have prevented that the smiles and hopes and lifes of others have been protected from that pain. If you stay I will teach you how to do this. You can go in the night if you want, I will not stop you. Decision is yours."
In the middle of the night. Flinn stood up in silence and left the camp leaving behind his weapon and armor.
Next morning, as he was donning his chain mail he can be heard muttering.
"You better make sure that the steed is really white or I'll melt you and turn you into a spoon..."
PbP Character: A few ;)
Korba too has his own struggles at night as dreams of his patron come to grant him more power, yet taking their price in pain and scars. Waking up though he seems normal, brushing his long sleeved clothing off and donning his shaded lenses. Watching how the paladin handles his blade, Korba almost feels a small tinge of jealousy, keeping his own blade always in reach, but interacting with it as little as possible.
Looking to the others in the morning he says, "Let us return for our reward so that we may continue on to this Lich. I must admit that I am anxious to see what he will say."
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Once they find a spot to camp and set a watch rotation, Hewelathan tries to get some sleep. He had traveled in the past, but he was always lucky. Except for that one illness, he had never had the kind of life-and-death experience they had faced today. He feels exhausted and soon falls into a deep sleep.
But Hewelathan's sleep is troubled by bad dreams. He remembers the terrifying sight of the many mouths stretched above him when he almost failed to heave the gibbering mouther into the jar. And a sensation keeps popping into his head unbidden: the feeling of the of the gibbering mouther's body in his hands. He had felt its amorphous form shifting...changing. Hewelathan had made a study of shapes and forms of creatures, but he had never seen anything quite like that! Even a snail or worm or the many-armed octopus of the sea, which can all compress or stretch their bodies, has a true shape. But the gibbering mouther seemed to have have no fixed form. And its red, glistening skin reminded him of a body stripped of its skin.
His dreams shift, as dreams often do, and Hewelathan finds himself in the forest with his friends. The gibbering mouther is gone, but he still feels that same sensation of the amorphous body changing shape. Only now it is his body. As Hewelathan reaches to touch a tree or to step over a log, his limbs stretch and compress. It is interesting at first. Hewelathan had studied shape changing, but no one had ever explained what it felt like. Now he knows, or at least he dreams he knows.
Hewelathan enjoys stretching his body into different shapes -- a horse, a bear, a wolf, a snake, a shark, a giant eagle -- but then he begins to feel afraid. He realizes that he doesn't actually have control over his body. He cannot take the shape he wants, and he cannot maintain his "regular" form. Hewelathan realizes in horror that he is turning into an uncontrolled, amorphous thing just like the gibbering mouther! He feels sick and nauseated at the sight of his own glistening, pulsing, red skin, and he begins to feel the dissolution of "Hewelathan" even as his body loses its fixed form.
When Hewelathan wakes up for his turn on watch, it takes him a long time to shake the horror of the dream. While he keeps watch, he keeps looking at his arms and reaching and stretching to the side or over his head to make sure that his limbs don't lose their shape. Hewelathan tries to recall the mysteries of the archdruids and spends some time in quiet meditation. As the horror of the dreams finally leave him, Hewelathan smiles. He smiles because the dream has left behind something else: it's a new sensation. Or perhaps the dreamed helped him achieve an epiphany? Hewelathan has a new awareness and certainty of the impermanence of his form. His body no longer feels like a solid, immutable thing, and he thinks that he finally understands how to change it.
After his watch, Hewelathan sleeps much more peacefully, and he wakes up in the grey, cloudy morning feeling refreshed and ready for a new day with new experiences.
(OOC: LVL 2, Circle of the Moon Druid)
(OOC: Updated to answer @Mister_Whisker's question.)
Hewelathan check with the others over breakfast. If everyone agrees that their next step is to take the jar with the gibbering mouther and the dolgrim body back to Theodemar in Tormere, he'll help load the jar into their hand cart, and he lays the dolgrim's body in the cart with it. Then, he tries to cover the jar and body with a blanket or tarp or something. They don't want to cause a panic in Tormere!
I assume that with STR 29, Hewelathan can wheel the cart with its load all the way to Thoedemar's. But he doesn't forget how they stumbled on the cultist on their first day of travel from the Temple of Ilmater. While he manages the cart, Hewelathan hopes that the others will keep an eye out for cultists, fiery hell hounds, and other threats on their way back to town for him.
It doesn't take long for Rhaenys to fall asleep after the party reaches camp. She did set up her spot, had a little dinner, had a little chat with the rest... But then somewhere in between conversations she just stopped talking and the next thing the others saw is that her deep gnome shape was lying down, sleeping peacefully. She did drop Stafford, unconciously, as she began lying down..****y for the cranky old staff to appear in her hand right away. A little too clingy, Stafford was. Or perhaps he did like to feel to be held at night, much like everyone else?
Be that as it may, Rhaenys rested peacefully, even though her mind was not in deep sleep for more than a few minutes. But that was how her mind worked, and it didn't prevent her from waking up feeling rested and pretty energetic. She in fact stood up quite quickly, leaving Stafford on the ground, and went to sit next to the rest to join them for breakfast. Before she even had the time to sat down, Stafford was again in her hand.
- Oh, please. Can't you even give me a few moments by myself? - she said aloud, but looking at the clingy stick.
"Forgive an old staff for liking being in his sorceress hands!"
"Remember what we talked about? Giving me some space? Boundaries and all that?"
"Don't I do that already whenever you need to do those weird customs like bathing, visiting the restroom, mat..."
- HUSH NOW! - this she said aloud, too.
"I rested relatively well, by the way. I was hoping you would ask!"
(OOC: the staff regained 10 charges. It is at 39/50)
- "Washopingyouwouldask" - she repeated after him in a childish voice.
"Hmpf! I have noticed you have gained some abilities during the night. You are now able to produce spell slots out of your sorceress essence, and viceversa. This could prove useful in the future"
"Oh? And you won't feel insulted by it? That I grow my powers and not depend entirely on you?"
"But of course, my dear! That was just the once!"
"Good to know. Now allow me use both hands to eat, will you?"
"Fiiiiine"
After this, Rhaenys tells Hewelathan that the plan sounds fine:
- Let's drop those awful creatures as soon as possible, yes. You all know the password for the arcane lock already. I'll just say it to Theodemar telepathically when we meet him. This will be safer.
Okay. Almost died with this xDDDDDD
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
With Jodie's unused magic, she heals herself before setting off the bed. She dreams of satyrs and dryads frolicking, singing merrily and dancing in an all-night party of Fey. She awakes cheerfully, happy her wound has healed and they'll receive payment. "It'd be nice to get rid of Bob Blob, blah!" Jodie blurts out awkwardly.
Jodie eyes her companions as they interact with their sentient magic items. It seems like a reasonable relationship. I've been lucky with my music thusfar, but Smiler is bound to rear his head sometime. I hope the group is understanding and it's not too problematic...
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
(OOC: forgot to say that Rhaenys casts Mage Armor on herself before setting out. The puny sorceress does not want to take risks 🤣 )
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
So, do you go ahead and return to Tormere as soon as you wake up?
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
Yes, that was Hewelathan's plan. Wake up. Prepare spells. Breakfast. Put the jar and dolgrim body on the hand cart. Head to Tormere to deliver the specimen to Theodemar.
Later, as Hewelathan is resting before they head out, he overhears Jodie talking about beads, but he misunderstands her and asks in a surprised voice, "BEES?!" 😉
The return trip to Tormere only takes a couple of hours. As it is still early morning, you don't pass very many people in the street with your jar-o-monster.
Back at the university, Theodemar greets you personally with a huge smile.
"Welcome back, my friends! Did you manage to collect the specimen? Please, do not delay, show me what you have!"
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
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Hewelathan "parks" the cart and removes the blanket that they were using to cover the specimen jar and the dolgrim. He says, "We captured one of the gibbering mouthers. We also ran into these other creatures -- dolgrim? -- in the cave, and we brought back one of their bodies in case you'd be interested in that, too."
Hewelathan leaves it to one of the others to negotiate with Theodemar or to try to discover whether Theodemar knew more about the caves than he told them. He feels that he's probably too plain-spoken to handle those conversations with the required delicacy.
Tytus is holding himself back to not accuse Theodemar directly and first asks:
"Mr. Theodemar what do you know about that place? How did you learned about it and of what happens there? Do you know who is responsible for what occured there?"c
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Rhaenys stays silent while the rest question Theodemar. Though she's pretty sure a wizard of his stature will have no issue overcoming the arcane lock it would probably be nice to tell him that he's in the "white list" of people allowed to open it, right? Or even telling him the password she set up, as she said she would a couple of hours ago, during breakfast.
But perhaps because the fey in her is feeling playful at that moment, she says nothing and curiously waits to see how the wizard proceeds.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Jodie siddles up to Tytus and Theodemar, "You know, there were three mouthers and six of those dolgrim creatures we had to handle. This task was significantly harder than you detailed and we nearly lost two party member. I took a crossbow to the chest after all. The interesting thing is we discovered a strange magic. We'd love to tell you more, but seeing as how 50 gold was just for one mouther... I'd feel much better if I knew our peril was better compensated."
Jodie smiles at Theodemar and gives him a pouty look. Persuasion (7 🙄)
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
Rhaenys pops out of her own mind and turns to look at Jodie:
- You are totally right there! - then turns to Theodemar and adds - I'd say we've earned A+ grades here. And who knows, this could be the beginning of a nice relationship! - she smiles beautifully here. At least, all the beautifully a deep gnome can smile - Uhm. Job relationship, I meant.
"Really? Did you have to specify that?"
"Let me have a little fun every once in a while! To think that I have to look like this. I hate you sometimes."
"Ah! Only sometimes? That is good. We are improving, you and I!"
(OOC: Can Rhaenys give Jodie advantage?)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
(Yes, she can)
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(Thanks Rhaenys, but the epic bad rolls continue...) Persuasion 8
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
The wizard raises his eyebrow slightly.
"I'm afraid 50 gold pieces each was my offer, and that is what you shall receive..." he trails off, glancing at the body of the dolgrim, and he does look rather curiously at it. "Quite a strange creature, though... perhaps I could give you each an extra gold piece for it."
He then turns his attention to Tytus.
"One of my students told me about encountering a gibbering mouther near the cave while doing some research for a class project," the elf replies. "I suspected that it was an excuse for not turning in his potion on time yet again, but as frightened as he was I couldn't dismiss the story. I do apologize for the dangers you faced, I really had no idea that more than one creature resided in the cave."
Theodemar's Persuasion/Deception: 14 (Persuasion if he's being honest, Deception if not. Everyone is free to roll an Insight check)
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I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that no one has a passive Insight score higher than that...
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