Surprisingly as the group looked among one another discussing of a plan of action and having even introductions. These creatures had remained unfazed simply.. observing them. Dabberts own mind was somewhere else at least at the moment.
OOC JFCapps has been really busy and will have to take a break. He may or may not be able to return but I shall give Dabbert a little side mission once the group gets moving through Drakkenheim again.
He looks to the military man, and to the sneaky tiefling consulting a map, who he had not fully noticed before. Then to Fazil, uncertainly.
"Seems like you all are here on a job. Like I am, I guess. I don't want to get in your way. If... if you have to get going, I understand. I can let the newcomer know... warning him about the shadows, I mean. If you intend to fight something, though, I can help."
Fazil glanced around, his eyes scanning the area for any new, unexpected presence, then addressed Xarian.
"It's best you stick with us for the time being. Going on your own here is suicidal, even with your familiar helping you."
As eyes glance over toward the green humanoid? Dracanoid, they appear to have also clocked the group and make a quick side step, scuttling off into the shadows, anyone with darkvision going out that far would see the person crouch down and begin devouring something quickly.
Maggwyn heaves a sigh as things seem to be getting off the rails. "Um, this is a race, is it not? Heading to get some of this delirium?" She looks over towards the shadowy people, sees that they aren't making themselves a threat at the moment. Then she watches the other newcomer, the dragon one, "What do you think that one is about?" She asks the others. Seeing that Dabbert was occupied, she sighs again and starts heading in that direction seeing it was the same way she wanted to go anyways.
"If anyone would like to start moving..." she calls over her shoulder.
Maggwyn heaves a sigh as things seem to be getting off the rails. "Um, this is a race, is it not? Heading to get some of this delirium?" She looks over towards the shadowy people, sees that they aren't making themselves a threat at the moment. Then she watches the other newcomer, the dragon one, "What do you think that one is about?" She asks the others. Seeing that Dabbert was occupied, she sighs again and starts heading in that direction seeing it was the same way she wanted to go anyways.
"If anyone would like to start moving..." she calls over her shoulder.
Fazil nods, "Right behind you." He glance at the others, then walk along with Maggwyn.
As Maggwyn and Fazil begin approaching, the crouching draconid growls a protective animalistic growl, and then in a deep and thick drawling accent grunts out "stay back! This is my meat!" And the thing continues devouring it's snack, just out of the reach of the light.
The shadows all look to the draconid now they make an approach past this strange thing. The shadows seem ready to follow Maggwyn and the group though making no move to attack.
It's than that a few men begin to approach. Wearing green hoods with a symbol of a lantern on them. One of them signs at the party.. No.. it was at Dabbert? The old soldier had come over to talk to them. They were former Westamar military and it was clear they recognized him. Dabbert was offered to head somewhere... while worried about Maggwyn of course she wouldn't be traveling alone. This was something.. Dabbert had to see. His old commander.. Alive?
With a solemn farewell he had made his way. These shadows were spooked to see a second new group approach and began to take their leave.
The group does give one bit of advice before leaving with Dabbert "The shadows will follow.. wait till you're fighting someone.. Or something else before ambushing you. Or wait till you're hurt."
Now the group could race to their goal... All that was standing in their way was this strange green dragon like thing... Perhaps it could be useful? Or perhaps it'd bite them first?
Maggwyn gives Dabbert a nod, then grabs his hand and gives it a quick squeeze. "You be careful. Find me when you can." And with that, she said goodbye to one of her only friends.
The words from Dabbert's group haunts her though... the shadows will ambush? This was not a problem she wanted to wait on. But.. there was this growling green one that intrigued her. Stepping a few more steps closer, she holds as she peers through the darkness as he hovers over his prize.
"I wouldn't want any of that meat anyways. Looks to me that you've slobbered all over it. What are you doing in Drakkenheim?"
"good 'cause I ain't sharin'!" Comes the growl back, the green creature comes forth just into the light and Maggwyn sees an unnaturally skinny almost malnourished dragonborn, clad in leathers and furs. Pockmarks and warts push the scales on it's face up at odd angles in places, and the creature holds in its claws the severed limb of some kind of unknown humanoid. "I'm lookin' fer one o' them crystals just like everyone else who steps into this god's forsaken place. I seen one up ahead but it's guarded and my group all died..." There's some feral glint in the dragonborn's eye as he spits a little when he speaks, the blood trailing down his scaled chin splattering to the ground.
Maggwyn visibly winces as she sees the dragonborn in the full light. Her eyes work there way over the postules and warts in the malnourished body and she can't help but feel sorry for the poor guy. But as he talks, she gets warry again. "Whole group dead, eh?" She nods to what he is gnawing on, "That's not one of them is it?"
Thuribula looks at Fazil, and then back at Xarian. To have a known friend we can trust... I think that's a good idea.She's glad, as well, to have encountered a connection belonging to the strange mage who hides his face. Though the Academy's purposes are awfully inscrutable, that isn't my business here. Companionably, she lays a hand briefly on Fazil's shoulder. "I would be happy to welcome your friend," she says.
Following the group, Thuribula stops and hangs back at the sight of the dragonlike creature snarling over its food. "It must be a scavenger,"she says to Maggwyn. "Be careful..."
As Dabbert is summoned away by the contingent of men, Thuribula finds herself wondering about all of the players in Drakkenheim, and feels very alone. Dabbert has been a rock, a leader for the group, not afraid to think of others besides himself, nor of the consequences of what they were dealing with. She bids him farewell and good luck, but turning back to what's left of her companions, Thuribula feels very uncertain. This is truly a trial... for I have no one to rely on, and danger is at every turn.And with that, the precarious unity of the group that Dabbert had achieved is shattered, as Maggwyn, caring not to consult anyone else, bids her friend farewell and continues on. Despite her discomfort with this, Thuribula stays with the group, thinking that she has no other safe choice right now. O Sacred Flame, show me the path you wish me to trod in this forsaken city. As she walks after Maggwyn and Fazil, she raises her holy symbol in her free hand, and a bright Light beams out from it, shining over the green dragonborn and his grisly meal. The Flamekeeper can get a good look at the emaciated little creature, now.
"Are you looking to pick up a stray?"she asks Maggwyn, eyeing the green dragon creature uncertainly. Only one that serves her own purposes, Thuribula thinks with foreboding, recalling the tiefling's lack of interest in associating with Xarian, in fact ignoring him completely to look at her map. She wants that delerium, for something. But the green creature could be a warning. "You said it's guarded? What's guarding it?"Thuribula asks the green dragon. "How did you survive, when your group didn't?"
"survivin' when groups don' is kinda wha' I do. An No, I found this, an I didn' wanna waste it!" the dragonborn chuckles, gesturing around with his meal, blood spittling once more.
"They's six o' them haze husks surrounding a shard just up ahead, too many for just little ol' me"
Xarian nods absently at Fazil's suggestion that he follow along, mouthing the tiefling woman's words, repeating them in a thoughtful mumble.
"A... a race? To get delerium?" A race against who? And for what? Is Fazil collecting delerium for the Academy? Or the Silver Order collecting it to destroy, perhaps? But why a race? Look at what it has done to this city... too much to collect, too much to control, too much to destroy...
The big man shakes his head in puzzlement as he follows behind, his owl familiar shooting him a slightly miffed look as her perch on his shoulder sways. He listens to the warning from the green-hooded men, watches the soldier depart uneasily, then suddenly grins despite himself when the tiefling asks the gorging green dragonborn if his meal consists of his former party members.
Why do I find that funny? City is getting to me. He imagines asking, say, how did your companions die? And the dragonborn belching loudly in response.
But no, the dragonborn specifically mentions "Haze Husks surrounding a shard," presumably of delerium. Xarian hefts his maul uncertainly.
"If you're... ah, I mean we're fighting these... 'haze husks,' should we take on the clawed shadows first? The green-hooded men who took the soldier warned that the shadows will follow, wait until we're in battle or injured, then ambush us. Better to fight them on our terms before that?"
Catching sight of the shadows that surround the party the dragonborn squints his eyes at them as he strips the last of the flesh from the humanoid limb. Casting the bones of the meal to one side he cocks a head, "how's you gonna hit a shadow? Looks like somethin' that only one o' them mageborn folks could hit hmm?" He looks to the faces of the party trying to gauge their reaction to the suggestion.
Thuribula chuckles nervously, despite herself. "It sounds like a race to get killed," she says lightly to Xarian. "But I think it is a better idea to take our time and be cautious. There's no shortage of this hellish stuff, or of the havoc it wreaks."
Still holding her holy symbol up glowing with Light, she studies the little creature before them. It's ugly and scrappy, but it's pitiful in a way. Its comment about the mageborn reminds her of the battle against Rikard, watching three mages unload arcane ballistas into the poor wretch, and she feels a spike of sadness in her heart. Too quick to fire. Maybe there wasn't hope for him, but it's too easy, perhaps, with magic, to destroy you know not what, before you know why..."I'm not sure I'd want to try and hit a shadow," she says lightly, to the dragonborn. "But that's the nice thing about light, it chases the shadows away. What's your name, little one?"
Thuribula tries to recall if she's heard anything about what a haze husk is...
Catching sight of the shadows that surround the party the dragonborn squints his eyes at them as he strips the last of the flesh from the humanoid limb. Casting the bones of the meal to one side he cocks a head, "how's you gonna hit a shadow? Looks like somethin' that only one o' them mageborn folks could hit hmm?" He looks to the faces of the party trying to gauge their reaction to the suggestion.
Fazil raised an eyebrow, not that anyone could tell with his hoodie up. Curious how this dragonborn doesn't know how their party have more than one mageborn.
With Thuibula's light illuminating the area, Maggwyn takes the time to look around. She had meant to look for the shadowy creatures and realizes the one from the Academy has joined them. More the merrier? She wasn't so sure. But here in Drakkenheim, it couldn't hurt.
"Yeah, a race. As in get it quickly and get out of here. Unless you plan on staying? This haze doesn't bother you?" She looks to the shadowy creatures as both Xarian and the draconian mention them, "yes.. it would be nice to rid ourselves of our tail, but I do not have the capabilities." She looks over at Thuribula and Fazil to see what their thoughts were on the creatures. She smirks at Thuribula's rhetoric. "Figured." At the mention of names, she adds, "Anyways, I'm Maggwyn."
The shadows had dispersed earlier seeing a large group of Hooded Lanterns. As Thuribula cast light she is able to just barely reveal.. two left behind while the others have left. They seem wary of her light but it doesn't seem it'd be enough to show them off or even hurt them. They however do wait... and even hesitate to strike the party at the moment.
OOC I shall PM Thuribula wait she recalls about Haze Husk~
As Thuribula casts light, the dragonborn raises its eyebrows and seems to relax slightly, "no issue with magic users then..." He smiles a broad smile and brings forth a quarterstaff casting something upon it, the wood becomes surrounded by a putrid smell and fungal decay begins growing on the head, "...The name's Jordgubb. Lets see if these things can be beat huh, don' want 'em following you's if'n imma show you where this delirium is." He says in amusement and then quickly rushes one of the shadows and attempts to give it a whack.
(Cast Shillelagh and 24 to hit, for 5 magical bludgeoning damage)
Surprisingly as the group looked among one another discussing of a plan of action and having even introductions. These creatures had remained unfazed simply.. observing them. Dabberts own mind was somewhere else at least at the moment.
OOC
JFCapps has been really busy and will have to take a break. He may or may not be able to return but I shall give Dabbert a little side mission once the group gets moving through Drakkenheim again.
Fazil glanced around, his eyes scanning the area for any new, unexpected presence, then addressed Xarian.
"It's best you stick with us for the time being. Going on your own here is suicidal, even with your familiar helping you."
Perception Check: 14
Passive Perception: 14
As eyes glance over toward the green humanoid? Dracanoid, they appear to have also clocked the group and make a quick side step, scuttling off into the shadows, anyone with darkvision going out that far would see the person crouch down and begin devouring something quickly.
Maggwyn heaves a sigh as things seem to be getting off the rails. "Um, this is a race, is it not? Heading to get some of this delirium?" She looks over towards the shadowy people, sees that they aren't making themselves a threat at the moment. Then she watches the other newcomer, the dragon one, "What do you think that one is about?" She asks the others. Seeing that Dabbert was occupied, she sighs again and starts heading in that direction seeing it was the same way she wanted to go anyways.
"If anyone would like to start moving..." she calls over her shoulder.
Fazil nods, "Right behind you." He glance at the others, then walk along with Maggwyn.
As Maggwyn and Fazil begin approaching, the crouching draconid growls a protective animalistic growl, and then in a deep and thick drawling accent grunts out "stay back! This is my meat!" And the thing continues devouring it's snack, just out of the reach of the light.
The shadows all look to the draconid now they make an approach past this strange thing. The shadows seem ready to follow Maggwyn and the group though making no move to attack.
It's than that a few men begin to approach. Wearing green hoods with a symbol of a lantern on them. One of them signs at the party.. No.. it was at Dabbert? The old soldier had come over to talk to them. They were former Westamar military and it was clear they recognized him. Dabbert was offered to head somewhere... while worried about Maggwyn of course she wouldn't be traveling alone. This was something.. Dabbert had to see. His old commander.. Alive?
With a solemn farewell he had made his way. These shadows were spooked to see a second new group approach and began to take their leave.
The group does give one bit of advice before leaving with Dabbert "The shadows will follow.. wait till you're fighting someone.. Or something else before ambushing you. Or wait till you're hurt."
Now the group could race to their goal... All that was standing in their way was this strange green dragon like thing... Perhaps it could be useful? Or perhaps it'd bite them first?
Maggwyn gives Dabbert a nod, then grabs his hand and gives it a quick squeeze. "You be careful. Find me when you can." And with that, she said goodbye to one of her only friends.
The words from Dabbert's group haunts her though... the shadows will ambush? This was not a problem she wanted to wait on. But.. there was this growling green one that intrigued her. Stepping a few more steps closer, she holds as she peers through the darkness as he hovers over his prize.
"I wouldn't want any of that meat anyways. Looks to me that you've slobbered all over it. What are you doing in Drakkenheim?"
"good 'cause I ain't sharin'!" Comes the growl back, the green creature comes forth just into the light and Maggwyn sees an unnaturally skinny almost malnourished dragonborn, clad in leathers and furs. Pockmarks and warts push the scales on it's face up at odd angles in places, and the creature holds in its claws the severed limb of some kind of unknown humanoid. "I'm lookin' fer one o' them crystals just like everyone else who steps into this god's forsaken place. I seen one up ahead but it's guarded and my group all died..." There's some feral glint in the dragonborn's eye as he spits a little when he speaks, the blood trailing down his scaled chin splattering to the ground.
OOC
Sounds good! Our new dragonborn companion can lead them to the destination!
Are you all good for me to take it to the next scene?
If you all wish to RP a bit though however I can wait~
Maggwyn visibly winces as she sees the dragonborn in the full light. Her eyes work there way over the postules and warts in the malnourished body and she can't help but feel sorry for the poor guy. But as he talks, she gets warry again. "Whole group dead, eh?" She nods to what he is gnawing on, "That's not one of them is it?"
Thuribula looks at Fazil, and then back at Xarian. To have a known friend we can trust... I think that's a good idea. She's glad, as well, to have encountered a connection belonging to the strange mage who hides his face. Though the Academy's purposes are awfully inscrutable, that isn't my business here. Companionably, she lays a hand briefly on Fazil's shoulder. "I would be happy to welcome your friend," she says.
Following the group, Thuribula stops and hangs back at the sight of the dragonlike creature snarling over its food. "It must be a scavenger," she says to Maggwyn. "Be careful..."
As Dabbert is summoned away by the contingent of men, Thuribula finds herself wondering about all of the players in Drakkenheim, and feels very alone. Dabbert has been a rock, a leader for the group, not afraid to think of others besides himself, nor of the consequences of what they were dealing with. She bids him farewell and good luck, but turning back to what's left of her companions, Thuribula feels very uncertain. This is truly a trial... for I have no one to rely on, and danger is at every turn. And with that, the precarious unity of the group that Dabbert had achieved is shattered, as Maggwyn, caring not to consult anyone else, bids her friend farewell and continues on. Despite her discomfort with this, Thuribula stays with the group, thinking that she has no other safe choice right now. O Sacred Flame, show me the path you wish me to trod in this forsaken city. As she walks after Maggwyn and Fazil, she raises her holy symbol in her free hand, and a bright Light beams out from it, shining over the green dragonborn and his grisly meal. The Flamekeeper can get a good look at the emaciated little creature, now.
"Are you looking to pick up a stray?" she asks Maggwyn, eyeing the green dragon creature uncertainly. Only one that serves her own purposes, Thuribula thinks with foreboding, recalling the tiefling's lack of interest in associating with Xarian, in fact ignoring him completely to look at her map. She wants that delerium, for something. But the green creature could be a warning. "You said it's guarded? What's guarding it?" Thuribula asks the green dragon. "How did you survive, when your group didn't?"
"survivin' when groups don' is kinda wha' I do. An No, I found this, an I didn' wanna waste it!" the dragonborn chuckles, gesturing around with his meal, blood spittling once more.
"They's six o' them haze husks surrounding a shard just up ahead, too many for just little ol' me"
Xarian nods absently at Fazil's suggestion that he follow along, mouthing the tiefling woman's words, repeating them in a thoughtful mumble.
"A... a race? To get delerium?" A race against who? And for what? Is Fazil collecting delerium for the Academy? Or the Silver Order collecting it to destroy, perhaps? But why a race? Look at what it has done to this city... too much to collect, too much to control, too much to destroy...
The big man shakes his head in puzzlement as he follows behind, his owl familiar shooting him a slightly miffed look as her perch on his shoulder sways. He listens to the warning from the green-hooded men, watches the soldier depart uneasily, then suddenly grins despite himself when the tiefling asks the gorging green dragonborn if his meal consists of his former party members.
Why do I find that funny? City is getting to me. He imagines asking, say, how did your companions die? And the dragonborn belching loudly in response.
But no, the dragonborn specifically mentions "Haze Husks surrounding a shard," presumably of delerium. Xarian hefts his maul uncertainly.
"If you're... ah, I mean we're fighting these... 'haze husks,' should we take on the clawed shadows first? The green-hooded men who took the soldier warned that the shadows will follow, wait until we're in battle or injured, then ambush us. Better to fight them on our terms before that?"
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Catching sight of the shadows that surround the party the dragonborn squints his eyes at them as he strips the last of the flesh from the humanoid limb. Casting the bones of the meal to one side he cocks a head, "how's you gonna hit a shadow? Looks like somethin' that only one o' them mageborn folks could hit hmm?" He looks to the faces of the party trying to gauge their reaction to the suggestion.
Thuribula chuckles nervously, despite herself. "It sounds like a race to get killed," she says lightly to Xarian. "But I think it is a better idea to take our time and be cautious. There's no shortage of this hellish stuff, or of the havoc it wreaks."
Still holding her holy symbol up glowing with Light, she studies the little creature before them. It's ugly and scrappy, but it's pitiful in a way. Its comment about the mageborn reminds her of the battle against Rikard, watching three mages unload arcane ballistas into the poor wretch, and she feels a spike of sadness in her heart. Too quick to fire. Maybe there wasn't hope for him, but it's too easy, perhaps, with magic, to destroy you know not what, before you know why... "I'm not sure I'd want to try and hit a shadow," she says lightly, to the dragonborn. "But that's the nice thing about light, it chases the shadows away. What's your name, little one?"
Thuribula tries to recall if she's heard anything about what a haze husk is...
History: 14
Fazil raised an eyebrow, not that anyone could tell with his hoodie up. Curious how this dragonborn doesn't know how their party have more than one mageborn.
With Thuibula's light illuminating the area, Maggwyn takes the time to look around. She had meant to look for the shadowy creatures and realizes the one from the Academy has joined them. More the merrier? She wasn't so sure. But here in Drakkenheim, it couldn't hurt.
"Yeah, a race. As in get it quickly and get out of here. Unless you plan on staying? This haze doesn't bother you?" She looks to the shadowy creatures as both Xarian and the draconian mention them, "yes.. it would be nice to rid ourselves of our tail, but I do not have the capabilities." She looks over at Thuribula and Fazil to see what their thoughts were on the creatures. She smirks at Thuribula's rhetoric. "Figured." At the mention of names, she adds, "Anyways, I'm Maggwyn."
The shadows had dispersed earlier seeing a large group of Hooded Lanterns. As Thuribula cast light she is able to just barely reveal.. two left behind while the others have left. They seem wary of her light but it doesn't seem it'd be enough to show them off or even hurt them. They however do wait... and even hesitate to strike the party at the moment.
OOC
I shall PM Thuribula wait she recalls about Haze Husk~
As Thuribula casts light, the dragonborn raises its eyebrows and seems to relax slightly, "no issue with magic users then..." He smiles a broad smile and brings forth a quarterstaff casting something upon it, the wood becomes surrounded by a putrid smell and fungal decay begins growing on the head, "...The name's Jordgubb. Lets see if these things can be beat huh, don' want 'em following you's if'n imma show you where this delirium is." He says in amusement and then quickly rushes one of the shadows and attempts to give it a whack.
(Cast Shillelagh and 24 to hit, for 5 magical bludgeoning damage)