Tildrash, still contemplating on his and Dew's discussion, lifts his legs onto the firm mattress and plants his head down, sleeping with the time he might never have in the future.
Fungus surprised by your outburst stops and looks at you “oh I didn’t mean you specifically nor did I mean to imply that you were dumb or forgetful I’m sure you are not lacking in either. You see there are many intelligent beings that are narrow minded. I myself have known many such men. In fact there was one that could tell you exactly how old a tree was and the exact date and time it was planted just by measuring it height diameter and the average rainfall of where it was planted. But he didn’t believe that mice were real not until I showed him one. You don’t doubt the prophecy since you you are an idiot you don’t believe it because you require proof just like with the mouse. It is not a shortcoming easily overcome. To except truth simply because it is True it is a skill learned. Never fault yourself for not having a certain ability it is a waste of time better spent elsewhere.” He turns back to the path “I live just a few trees down from here. Won’t be long now,”
Balen trudged along and raised at eyebrow as the man began to speak. He had no particular interest in listening to him after that. Leaders and authorities like him seem to think they know all the answers. Like their wisdom was bestowed from above and that they spoke the world's truth. Ha! He'd met too many wise men who turned out to be stupid (mostly) selfish, arrogant pricks to know that they were all full of hot air and bound to pop one day. So all the words Fungus spoke seemed to mesh together that by the end of the monologue Balen had already clocked out on the conversation. "Seeing is believing," he shot back, walking faster ahead, "How can you even find anything with all these trees."
He spun around all of sudden to face him, "What makes you certain about any of this anyways? Like all we got is one knocked out guy, apparently a super dusty musty old robe, and a bunch of mumbo jumbo?"
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Tildrash, still groggy whilst he prepares for his sleep, looks to Dew with half open eyes, "Could you all find out anything about the guy in the bed, is he possessed or under some magic?"
Dew looks at you confused “possessed? No he wasn’t possessed at least not by magic. They have been fanatical when it comes to their beliefs so in a way that controls them.” She looks to the still sleeping Supine “The Society of Supine Serpents is an ancient one, their goals have always been to bring peace and harmony. To have one harm anyone is unheard of though they have always been firm in their opposition to the prophecy. So if they thought it was happening they might do anything to prevent it, even compromise their other values.”
Fungus not to pleased with you calling the prophecy ‘mumbo jumbo’ answers with a slight gruffness to his voice “that knocked out guy as you called him is a member of the Society of Supine Serpents, a nasty lot. They hide their true intentions behind a mask of peace and unity. They stop wars, council kings, judge crime. But their real goal is to prevent the fulfillment of the prophecy.One of them came here knowing I have the robe—that’s supposed to be a secret mind you— they chose now to try to intervene they know something ‘course the prophecy is now they would know better than most. Not to mention I felt something ‘round Tildrash, they said when I got the duty to guard the robe of Dusk Dawn that if I ever came across the Hero to bear it I’d know. I felt it, it’s him.” He stops in a clearing a large boulder stands in the middle a huge dead tree trunk breaking through the top of the stone. The rock stump and clearing are all covered in a variety of mushrooms and moss. “Well here we are my place”
Dew looks at you confused “possessed? No he wasn’t possessed at least not by magic. They have been fanatical when it comes to their beliefs so in a way that controls them.” She looks to the still sleeping Supine “The Society of Supine Serpents is an ancient one, their goals have always been to bring peace and harmony. To have one harm anyone is unheard of though they have always been firm in their opposition to the prophecy. So if they thought it was happening they might do anything to prevent it, even compromise their other values.”
“… So what are we going to do with him, if he’s not possessed he likely won’t be willing to leave peacefully. We don’t have to kill him, but we likely will have to think of some way to get rid of him.”
Fungus not to pleased with you calling the prophecy ‘mumbo jumbo’ answers with a slight gruffness to his voice “that knocked out guy as you called him is a member of the Society of Supine Serpents, a nasty lot. They hide their true intentions behind a mask of peace and unity. They stop wars, council kings, judge crime. But their real goal is to prevent the fulfillment of the prophecy.One of them came here knowing I have the robe—that’s supposed to be a secret mind you— they chose now to try to intervene they know something ‘course the prophecy is now they would know better than most. Not to mention I felt something ‘round Tildrash, they said when I got the duty to guard the robe of Dusk Dawn that if I ever came across the Hero to bear it I’d know. I felt it, it’s him.” He stops in a clearing a large boulder stands in the middle a huge dead tree trunk breaking through the top of the stone. The rock stump and clearing are all covered in a variety of mushrooms and moss. “Well here we are my place”
Balen, of course, listens but with an unamused look across his (still an imitation of Fungus) face. He puts his chin and hands down on the stick looking at Fungus smugly before averting his eyes down and drawing some sort of anarchist-y pirate symbol in the dirt with the stick. "So you're telling me there's a secret society that wields the power to stop wars and bring down kingdoms, but their foot solider here can get knocked out in a little scuffle?" He playfully punches the air to demonstrate.
"Okayyyyyy." He spins around with the stick before catching up to Fungus. Between the old guy and the ringing in his ears, he didn't know which was more annoying. He hastily scribbles down all the notes he could take about what was happening, writing 'Society of Supine Serpents (SSS)' in his journal with big underlines and a couple of question marks. He'd never heard of them before. "How do you think they found you then if it was supposed to be a secret?" He asks dryly, head stick in his notebook.
It was only when he say they were there that he looked up. Oh? Druid much? The place looked exactly like what he thought a druid's place would look like- all nature-y and harmonic. Way to advertise it. He crossed out 'wizard' next to Fungus's title in his book and replaced it with 'druid'. However, he did expect at least a house. Even a thatched roof cottage type.
"There's like nothing here," He squinted out into the clearing.
Dew laughs “If you intend to follow the prophecy then the Supine will follow not just him but a whole lot more” she stands up “you’ll probably be gone by the time he gets up though so no worries there”
”the Supine’s might doesn’t come from physical strength but from their manipulative nature something that wouldn’t work on us as we already know their wrong intentions” he walks closer to the rock “that’s what you’re supposed to think. The robe has to stay safe” he places his palm against the rock and phases through the wall. The then pokes his head back out looking at you “come on in” he says before returning into the bolder
”the Supine’s might doesn’t come from physical strength but from their manipulative nature something that wouldn’t work on us as we already know their wrong intentions” he walks closer to the rock “that’s what you’re supposed to think. The robe has to stay safe” he places his palm against the rock and phases through the wall. The then pokes his head back out looking at you “come on in” he says before returning into the bolder
That's what you're supposed to think, Balen repeated that in his head, imagining Fungus with a whiny voice. This guy really doesn't quit with the holier-than-thou type stuff, doesn't he? He was really starting to regret going on this journey. For all he knew, he could just be following some weird old kook into the woods.
He took in a sharp inhale, spinning around before he looked back at Fungus, watching him phase right through the rock. "What kind of spell is this?" He gawked at the sorcery. It wasn't the most impressive, but it was cool nonetheless. Any illusions or enchantments always caught his interest. Meanwhile, Fungus poking his head caused the changeling to take a step back, but he regained his composure.
"Oh?! Do I just-" He attempts to go through the boulder the same way Fungus did, pressing his hand on the rock.
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Dew laughs “If you intend to follow the prophecy then the Supine will follow not just him but a whole lot more” she stands up “you’ll probably be gone by the time he gets up though so no worries there”
Tildrash chuckles a little, “I guess you’re right, but what about the townsfolk, what if he attacks them?”
You find the rock wall isn’t rock at all but an illusion of some kind allowing you to pass through into a room within the rock. Inside I the room are several sofas as well as stacks of trinkets from boxes of buttons to old texts all in scattered across the room a doorway leads into a kitchen and a hallway leads further into the stone. Fungus is kneeling in the middle of the room looking through some boxes. A voice sounding like an old lady comes from the kitchen “Fungus what are you doing home already! Did you get the oil I needed from the market”
You find the rock wall isn’t rock at all but an illusion of some kind allowing you to pass through into a room within the rock. Inside I the room are several sofas as well as stacks of trinkets from boxes of buttons to old texts all in scattered across the room a doorway leads into a kitchen and a hallway leads further into the stone. Fungus is kneeling in the middle of the room looking through some boxes. A voice sounding like an old lady comes from the kitchen “Fungus what are you doing home already! Did you get the oil I needed from the market”
"Niceee," Balen comments as he passes through the wall. He takes a good look around the room. Small. Cozy. A bit messy, but that's okay. Maybe add in some more plants and this definitely fits what he imagined this guy would've live in. The changeling felt a bit stiff in this guy's house. He'd never really been invited into anyone's house before (well at least not as himself anyways). It felt so weird to sit down on any of the sofas, so instead he lingered in the doorway.
The voice from the kitchen caught his attention and broke him out of his thoughts. "Yes, honey." He responded back slyly in Fungus's voice. He started improvising, "Oh! 'Twas such a hassle. Had to haggle them down to get a really good deal."
He mouths and gestures to Fungus, "Did you actually buy it?"
Fungus freezes he looks to you shaking his head vigorously. The shrill voice comes from the kitchen again “Honey! Since when do you call me Honey! And there’s no way you haggled you probably talked the sellers ear off and paid him twice the amount he agreed to! That’s if you even remembered and we both know you never remember!” Fungus burrows back into the boxes evidently trying to escape the situation.
Fungus freezes he looks to you shaking his head vigorously. The shrill voice comes from the kitchen again “Honey! Since when do you call me Honey! And there’s no way you haggled you probably talked the sellers ear off and paid him twice the amount he agreed to! That’s if you even remembered and we both know you never remember!” Fungus burrows back into the boxes evidently trying to escape the situation.
"No?!" Balen mouths, waving his hands wildly in the air, "What?! Why?!" He puts his hands on his head and spun around, "How could you forget?!" He paces the room quietly before rummaging through his bag.
"Oh I was just trying out a new term of endearment, my dear~" He croons, shooting back at Fungus with a look of disapproval. "You know me to well. I'm sorry. I did forget, but I saw these on my way to the market and they just reminded me of how beautiful you are and how much they remind me of you. I was just so lost in thought and was excited to see you!"
"Here!" He whispers, handing Fungus a bag of potpourri and a small vial of perfume. "Before you ask, yes, I DO make these myself. I'm a skilled salesman!" He shifts back into his regular form, trying to do think of what to do and how to introduce himself, "Go on! Give her them!"
He bit his nails in anticipation. Gods, this better work. This type of confrontation was actually one that scares him.
Tildrash leaves a note on the hospital bed he was seated at, ("Hi Balen, or Fungus. I needed some time to think, so if I'm still not back here just check the market.") He turns to Dew, "I'm going to head to the market I just need some time to think about... all of this." He starts treading through the hospital, back to the barber shop, and meanders through the town into the market.
Fungus is reaching out to grab them when the woman walks in the room. “Just got them! Who’s that” she says looking at you. She is a very short woman with a neck bent not unlike a vulture, though not quite as long. Her nose is small and narrow leading into a point. She wears half a dozen shawls and a brown silk dress. A knowing look dawns on her face once she realizes you’re a changeling. “Oh so you’re hiring people to talk to me now are you!” “Well not really no” says Fungus “though the thought has occurred to me before. This is Balen he is helping me find the robe” “ Why! are you setting up a museum now! Putting it on display so everyone will believe you! Robe this robe that! You forget to take the medicine you made to aid your memory! But you have every aspect of that prophecy memorized! Can’t you remember my oil just once!” “Well I got you some perfume” Fungus says feebly holding it out “ooooh don’t get me started on that! We both know I make my own perfume! Or have you forgotten that too!”
Dew nods but says nothing rather she looks back at the Supine. Leaving the barbershop you walk down to the market. There are tents and blankets set up haphazardly throughout the large space and store buildings around the outer edges.
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Tildrash, still contemplating on his and Dew's discussion, lifts his legs onto the firm mattress and plants his head down, sleeping with the time he might never have in the future.
Balen trudged along and raised at eyebrow as the man began to speak. He had no particular interest in listening to him after that. Leaders and authorities like him seem to think they know all the answers. Like their wisdom was bestowed from above and that they spoke the world's truth. Ha! He'd met too many wise men who turned out to be stupid (mostly) selfish, arrogant pricks to know that they were all full of hot air and bound to pop one day. So all the words Fungus spoke seemed to mesh together that by the end of the monologue Balen had already clocked out on the conversation. "Seeing is believing," he shot back, walking faster ahead, "How can you even find anything with all these trees."
He spun around all of sudden to face him, "What makes you certain about any of this anyways? Like all we got is one knocked out guy, apparently a super dusty musty old robe, and a bunch of mumbo jumbo?"
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Tildrash, still groggy whilst he prepares for his sleep, looks to Dew with half open eyes, "Could you all find out anything about the guy in the bed, is he possessed or under some magic?"
DuskenShogun
Dew looks at you confused “possessed? No he wasn’t possessed at least not by magic. They have been fanatical when it comes to their beliefs so in a way that controls them.” She looks to the still sleeping Supine “The Society of Supine Serpents is an ancient one, their goals have always been to bring peace and harmony. To have one harm anyone is unheard of though they have always been firm in their opposition to the prophecy. So if they thought it was happening they might do anything to prevent it, even compromise their other values.”
SunDial
Fungus not to pleased with you calling the prophecy ‘mumbo jumbo’ answers with a slight gruffness to his voice “that knocked out guy as you called him is a member of the Society of Supine Serpents, a nasty lot. They hide their true intentions behind a mask of peace and unity. They stop wars, council kings, judge crime. But their real goal is to prevent the fulfillment of the prophecy.One of them came here knowing I have the robe—that’s supposed to be a secret mind you— they chose now to try to intervene they know something ‘course the prophecy is now they would know better than most. Not to mention I felt something ‘round Tildrash, they said when I got the duty to guard the robe of Dusk Dawn that if I ever came across the Hero to bear it I’d know. I felt it, it’s him.” He stops in a clearing a large boulder stands in the middle a huge dead tree trunk breaking through the top of the stone. The rock stump and clearing are all covered in a variety of mushrooms and moss. “Well here we are my place”
“… So what are we going to do with him, if he’s not possessed he likely won’t be willing to leave peacefully. We don’t have to kill him, but we likely will have to think of some way to get rid of him.”
Balen, of course, listens but with an unamused look across his (still an imitation of Fungus) face. He puts his chin and hands down on the stick looking at Fungus smugly before averting his eyes down and drawing some sort of anarchist-y pirate symbol in the dirt with the stick. "So you're telling me there's a secret society that wields the power to stop wars and bring down kingdoms, but their foot solider here can get knocked out in a little scuffle?" He playfully punches the air to demonstrate.
"Okayyyyyy." He spins around with the stick before catching up to Fungus. Between the old guy and the ringing in his ears, he didn't know which was more annoying. He hastily scribbles down all the notes he could take about what was happening, writing 'Society of Supine Serpents (SSS)' in his journal with big underlines and a couple of question marks. He'd never heard of them before. "How do you think they found you then if it was supposed to be a secret?" He asks dryly, head stick in his notebook.
It was only when he say they were there that he looked up. Oh? Druid much? The place looked exactly like what he thought a druid's place would look like- all nature-y and harmonic. Way to advertise it. He crossed out 'wizard' next to Fungus's title in his book and replaced it with 'druid'. However, he did expect at least a house. Even a thatched roof cottage type.
"There's like nothing here," He squinted out into the clearing.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
DuskenShogun
Dew laughs “If you intend to follow the prophecy then the Supine will follow not just him but a whole lot more” she stands up “you’ll probably be gone by the time he gets up though so no worries there”
SunDial
”the Supine’s might doesn’t come from physical strength but from their manipulative nature something that wouldn’t work on us as we already know their wrong intentions” he walks closer to the rock “that’s what you’re supposed to think. The robe has to stay safe” he places his palm against the rock and phases through the wall. The then pokes his head back out looking at you “come on in” he says before returning into the bolder
That's what you're supposed to think, Balen repeated that in his head, imagining Fungus with a whiny voice. This guy really doesn't quit with the holier-than-thou type stuff, doesn't he? He was really starting to regret going on this journey. For all he knew, he could just be following some weird old kook into the woods.
He took in a sharp inhale, spinning around before he looked back at Fungus, watching him phase right through the rock. "What kind of spell is this?" He gawked at the sorcery. It wasn't the most impressive, but it was cool nonetheless. Any illusions or enchantments always caught his interest. Meanwhile, Fungus poking his head caused the changeling to take a step back, but he regained his composure.
"Oh?! Do I just-" He attempts to go through the boulder the same way Fungus did, pressing his hand on the rock.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Tildrash chuckles a little, “I guess you’re right, but what about the townsfolk, what if he attacks them?”
You find the rock wall isn’t rock at all but an illusion of some kind allowing you to pass through into a room within the rock. Inside I the room are several sofas as well as stacks of trinkets from boxes of buttons to old texts all in scattered across the room a doorway leads into a kitchen and a hallway leads further into the stone. Fungus is kneeling in the middle of the room looking through some boxes. A voice sounding like an old lady comes from the kitchen “Fungus what are you doing home already! Did you get the oil I needed from the market”
“The Supine aren’t evil they just oppose the prophecy, he won’t harm them”
Tildrash eases himself and smiles, "That's wonderful for me to hear, thank you for that."
"Niceee," Balen comments as he passes through the wall. He takes a good look around the room. Small. Cozy. A bit messy, but that's okay. Maybe add in some more plants and this definitely fits what he imagined this guy would've live in. The changeling felt a bit stiff in this guy's house. He'd never really been invited into anyone's house before (well at least not as himself anyways). It felt so weird to sit down on any of the sofas, so instead he lingered in the doorway.
The voice from the kitchen caught his attention and broke him out of his thoughts. "Yes, honey." He responded back slyly in Fungus's voice. He started improvising, "Oh! 'Twas such a hassle. Had to haggle them down to get a really good deal."
He mouths and gestures to Fungus, "Did you actually buy it?"
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Fungus freezes he looks to you shaking his head vigorously. The shrill voice comes from the kitchen again “Honey! Since when do you call me Honey! And there’s no way you haggled you probably talked the sellers ear off and paid him twice the amount he agreed to! That’s if you even remembered and we both know you never remember!” Fungus burrows back into the boxes evidently trying to escape the situation.
"No?!" Balen mouths, waving his hands wildly in the air, "What?! Why?!" He puts his hands on his head and spun around, "How could you forget?!" He paces the room quietly before rummaging through his bag.
"Oh I was just trying out a new term of endearment, my dear~" He croons, shooting back at Fungus with a look of disapproval. "You know me to well. I'm sorry. I did forget, but I saw these on my way to the market and they just reminded me of how beautiful you are and how much they remind me of you. I was just so lost in thought and was excited to see you!"
"Here!" He whispers, handing Fungus a bag of potpourri and a small vial of perfume. "Before you ask, yes, I DO make these myself. I'm a skilled salesman!" He shifts back into his regular form, trying to do think of what to do and how to introduce himself, "Go on! Give her them!"
He bit his nails in anticipation. Gods, this better work. This type of confrontation was actually one that scares him.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Tildrash leaves a note on the hospital bed he was seated at, ("Hi Balen, or Fungus. I needed some time to think, so if I'm still not back here just check the market.") He turns to Dew, "I'm going to head to the market I just need some time to think about... all of this." He starts treading through the hospital, back to the barber shop, and meanders through the town into the market.
Fungus is reaching out to grab them when the woman walks in the room. “Just got them! Who’s that” she says looking at you. She is a very short woman with a neck bent not unlike a vulture, though not quite as long. Her nose is small and narrow leading into a point. She wears half a dozen shawls and a brown silk dress. A knowing look dawns on her face once she realizes you’re a changeling. “Oh so you’re hiring people to talk to me now are you!” “Well not really no” says Fungus “though the thought has occurred to me before. This is Balen he is helping me find the robe” “ Why! are you setting up a museum now! Putting it on display so everyone will believe you! Robe this robe that! You forget to take the medicine you made to aid your memory! But you have every aspect of that prophecy memorized! Can’t you remember my oil just once!” “Well I got you some perfume” Fungus says feebly holding it out “ooooh don’t get me started on that! We both know I make my own perfume! Or have you forgotten that too!”
Dew nods but says nothing rather she looks back at the Supine. Leaving the barbershop you walk down to the market. There are tents and blankets set up haphazardly throughout the large space and store buildings around the outer edges.