Theldrin keeps towards the middle of the group, following Coriana's lead as the party enters the tannery. He studies the surroundings as they approach the humanoid and glowing wand stain.
Khessa remains at Coriana's side, with the confident air of a bodyguard to a legitimate guest. The idea of trying the password right away seems a good one... but if the correct procedure for passing without a fight is different, she intends to be on the front lines, ready to face any potential attack.
The figure starts at Coriana's announcement, standing straight up. You see a sickly and pockmarked drow with hair springing out at all angles and a crazed look in his eye. He yells, "I am Numa, a prophet! I see what will be, and I see the end of existence!" He then walks over to the corner, seemingly addressing the wall, "See there? It punches up from the deep core to the sunburned surface, rising higher and higher, until it is lost in the white mists that shroud the top of the world!"
"This is really a serious matter!" Khessa pretends to be concerned "We will notify the house. You go out, quickly, warn the people on the street, warn the citizens... what are you waiting for? A prophet must prophetize, nott stay hidden!"
The drow doesn't seem to hear you at first, wanting to finish his conversation with the wall, "What is it? Not alive, not quite. It is a glyph-scribed obelisk wrapped in eternal storm, hollowed and inhabited by slimy creatures whose hunger can never be sated! It is the City that heralds the end! A city primeval regurgitated by the earth! Vast creatures of the deeps wing about it, and tentacles slither within." He then turns around and speaks directly to Khessa with a deadpan look, "I wish the bugs in my hair would comb it!" Numa then waddles out of the Old Tannery, the sound of his prophesies becoming quieter as he get's further away.
You are now alone in the Old Tannery. The passphrase does not seem to have any effect on the stain on the wall.
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"Follow me, guys," says Coriana, striding in confidently.
She walks directly up to the figure with it's back to the wall and states in a clear voice, "Blood for Lolth."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Theldrin keeps towards the middle of the group, following Coriana's lead as the party enters the tannery. He studies the surroundings as they approach the humanoid and glowing wand stain.
Perception: 11
InvestigationL 20
Avery watches around them as they move into the tannery. Perception: 2
Khessa remains at Coriana's side, with the confident air of a bodyguard to a legitimate guest. The idea of trying the password right away seems a good one... but if the correct procedure for passing without a fight is different, she intends to be on the front lines, ready to face any potential attack.
The figure starts at Coriana's announcement, standing straight up. You see a sickly and pockmarked drow with hair springing out at all angles and a crazed look in his eye. He yells, "I am Numa, a prophet! I see what will be, and I see the end of existence!" He then walks over to the corner, seemingly addressing the wall, "See there? It punches up from the deep core to the sunburned surface, rising higher and higher, until it is lost in the white mists that shroud the top of the world!"
"This is really a serious matter!" Khessa pretends to be concerned "We will notify the house. You go out, quickly, warn the people on the street, warn the citizens... what are you waiting for? A prophet must prophetize, nott stay hidden!"
The drow doesn't seem to hear you at first, wanting to finish his conversation with the wall, "What is it? Not alive, not quite. It is a glyph-scribed obelisk wrapped in eternal storm, hollowed and inhabited by slimy creatures whose hunger can never be sated! It is the City that heralds the end! A city primeval regurgitated by the earth! Vast creatures of the deeps wing about it, and tentacles slither within." He then turns around and speaks directly to Khessa with a deadpan look, "I wish the bugs in my hair would comb it!" Numa then waddles out of the Old Tannery, the sound of his prophesies becoming quieter as he get's further away.
You are now alone in the Old Tannery. The passphrase does not seem to have any effect on the stain on the wall.