The kobold looks at Shayla, finishes chewing his eggs and says, "What is the Odiferous Ship? I'm not ready to leave here, I don't have to go on this ship do I? Beans just got here!"
Theodor lets out a small chuckle, "Krack, I think Shayla means the shipwreck that is the root of the zombie problem. And the harpy resides there as well, am that correct? Do any of the inhabitants here know of a way to protect ourselves from a harpy song?"
Tarak put 6 healing potions on the table, along with 3 water breathing potions. You may need these, take one each, only three of you can take the breathing underwater potions, take them a minute before going underwater they finish in an hour and part of the boat is submersed, how badly I don't know. As for the Harpy here take some soft wax and fill your ears with it before you fight her.
Barakas will find his way back. Or Runara will find him. Use the rowing boat to approach the ship, maybe you'll get lucky and the Harpy will continue to gorge herself on the dead.
He sighes disappointed with the situation he is into. Thoughts rumble is mind of "Should I try to steal the key from them? Or maybe kill one and use the other as my way in? I could torture them for hours or.....?" He shakes his head, as forgetting thoughts and maneuvers of his old self. He looks both in the eyes and says "Minn and Mek. I know something is up with them. I just want to check it out. You can even come with me and ensure I don't disturb the Observatory. I can't return unless I know why." a sad and determined look fills his face
He looks surprised at both of them, but them is face imediatelly turns serious "So will you tell me why? Why do people ostracize you? But mostly important, why is Myla hurt?". Tieflings are a race from hell, branded by fire as some would say, but Barakas, didn't look like that, his ice cold voice, a glare capable of scaring those unfamiliar with bloodlust. Barakas tries to remain calm, as if talking could help.
Theodor will take one of the healing potions and the ear wax, nodding in thanks to Tarak.
"When shall we make our way to the ship? I think earlier rather than later, a haunted ship at night reeks of ill omens."
Theodor's face is concerned, deep burrows in his forehead as he ruminates on the stroll that Barakas took to the Observatory. He trusts in the abilities of his recently acquired friend, but that doesn't stop the worry.
To Barakas (bare in mind that these kobold are lawful evil)
Myla weak she doesn't fight properly. As for us we are honoured to serve Sparkrender. Our tribe not like winged ones so we left it. They said we were like imps, infernals. Not real fighters. We all left together. Then Myla was surrounded by Stirges trying one of her gadgets, gave us a chance to get away. They tore at her wings we could hear her scream. Found new home, maybe you could too. If you have a key you could go and petition the dragon to join us. Everyone has their place
The kobold looks at Theodor, a look of understanding appears on his face "Oh that ship", then to Shayla "Yes, let's go, I have the zombie bombs in my room I'll get it." he pauses a second and looks at Beans. "Beans, would you like to drop some bombs on the undead! It's going to be fun!"
He grabs a healing potion and a water breathing potion, stuffs some cheese in his mouth, throws a piece to Beans, and then runs off to his room to get ready.
The air seems to grow colder as Barakas glares at the kobolds, his eyes burning with an inner fire that speaks of pain, anger, and a deep, unquenchable fury. His horns jut upward, casting long shadows, and his tail lashes behind him, coiling and uncoiling like a serpent ready to strike. There is no fear in his expression, no mercy or regret—only a fierce, unrelenting bloodlust that could freeze the hearts of those who dare meet his gaze.
He turns to the kobolds, his voice dripping with contempt. “You ran because they called you imps? Let me tell you something. I am a literal imp. I am one of those infernal creatures everyone loves to hate. I’m the one they spit on, the one they cast out, the one they would rather see dead than give a second glance. I came here to understand why you were outcast, to see if maybe, just maybe, there was some merit to your plight. Because I don’t want any tribe to feel what I’ve felt—to be shoved aside like trash.”
He steps closer, his voice lowering but losing none of its venom. “But now, hearing this, seeing you… How could you? Myla stayed. She didn’t run. And she has something none of you will ever have. She can smile—a real, genuine smile, even after you abandoned her. You may still hear her screams, but she bears those scars every day as a reminder of your cowardice.”
He lets the words hang, his stance unyielding as he stands before them. “You call this place a home? You call this a life? Leaving behind the ones who stood by you? I don’t care about your key, or any promise of safety, if it means trading one prison for another. You felt bad because they called you names? I’ve heard those same names my whole life, and to me, they’re a badge of honor. Because where I come from, we don’t run. We walk through the flames, face them head-on, and wear our scars proudly. But you—you couldn’t even find it in yourselves to care for Myla.”
He remains, a towering figure of defiance, eyes burning with a challenge. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. I’m not leaving, and I’m not giving up. If you want to prove you’re more than what they called you, then stand with me now, or forever stay in the shadow of what you could have been.”
The kobolds turned away, she was only a girl, not worth the saving and we have better life now than the old tribe. They used to make us take turns at being bait for creatures attacking them.
Barakas’s expression falters for a moment, replaced by a quiet, simmering anger. “You keep saying she wasn’t worth fighting for, but she was enough to let you escape. You might have been bait before, but that night, she was your bait. Funny how well we learn from those who mistreat us.”
He glances down, his gaze heavy, as if expecting something—a realization, a reckoning. “Who used you as bait? And tell me, did it ever really stop? About the Observatory, who resides there, and why? And this key you mentioned... I’m not looking for a home. But something tells me there’s more to uncover here.”
Our tribe used us as bait, we were triplets see, an unlucky happenstance. You want to know more about the dragon? He is a blue called Sparkrender, a young wyrmling. He makes his home above the arcane library. He has a prisoner, a bronze wyrmling, it will make him stronger. Also some normal kobolds live in the ruins. The key was owned by a dragon before Sparkrenders time. It is better this way.
DM to party
You walk down to the wharf and settle yourselves for a short row of 1hr and 40 minutes.
You soon row out to see the wreck . Waves lap against a derelict ship lodged against a ridge of rock and enormous dragon bones. A faint odour of rot wafts on the sea air, along with the sound of screeching seagulls and the roar of the surf. A tangled mess of tattered sails and rigging hangs of the starboard side of the main deck, offering one possible way to climb on board. At the stern you make out a gaping hole in the hull beneath the water line. There is no harpy, she is away elsewhere no doubt looking for a new ship to drive into the treacherous coastal cliffs.
After a few breaths he says "So how do I get inside? I'm not here to start stealing keys or somethig. And I wouldn't mind talking to that Sparkrender. Also, do you know who in your tribe conducted those baiting situations? I would like to be sure who to interrogate (as he looks to his daggers)".
No key, no way across. Sea too turbulent and full of rocks. Return with key, Temple may know where it is, last dragon was an adult. We go now but keep an eye on you. Our tribe was ruled by fierce fighter from the main land, Hakl. We learned well not to care for weaklings, and Mylas tinkering was frowned upon. He said if he wanted one we'd capture a gnome. Enough talk for now.
Barakas saw them fly out of reach then soar above him back to the Observatory.
As he sees them flying, he lets the anger build up again, leading to some tremors on land. He thinks about finding a way to get inside, but he knows he can't go over the sea without help. As if nothing picks his interest he turns back to the Temple with a new resolve.
"I don't think we have enough potions to go under water, but maybe one of us can scout that way? If not we can all try to sneak up the starboard side. I could have Beans do a fly over from above, but I'm afraid if the Harpy is around..."
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Krack
The kobold looks at Shayla, finishes chewing his eggs and says, "What is the Odiferous Ship? I'm not ready to leave here, I don't have to go on this ship do I? Beans just got here!"
Theodor
Theodor lets out a small chuckle, "Krack, I think Shayla means the shipwreck that is the root of the zombie problem. And the harpy resides there as well, am that correct? Do any of the inhabitants here know of a way to protect ourselves from a harpy song?"
DM
To Barakas
Way is shut unless you have key? We guard the way. Turn away! They calmly stated. Who you look for, maybe we know.
DM
Tarak to party
Tarak put 6 healing potions on the table, along with 3 water breathing potions. You may need these, take one each, only three of you can take the breathing underwater potions, take them a minute before going underwater they finish in an hour and part of the boat is submersed, how badly I don't know. As for the Harpy here take some soft wax and fill your ears with it before you fight her.
Barakas will find his way back. Or Runara will find him. Use the rowing boat to approach the ship, maybe you'll get lucky and the Harpy will continue to gorge herself on the dead.
Barakas
He sighes disappointed with the situation he is into. Thoughts rumble is mind of "Should I try to steal the key from them? Or maybe kill one and use the other as my way in? I could torture them for hours or.....?" He shakes his head, as forgetting thoughts and maneuvers of his old self. He looks both in the eyes and says "Minn and Mek. I know something is up with them. I just want to check it out. You can even come with me and ensure I don't disturb the Observatory. I can't return unless I know why." a sad and determined look fills his face
DM to Barakas
We are Minn and Mek, guardians of the way. We don't need key, we fly.
Barakas
He looks surprised at both of them, but them is face imediatelly turns serious "So will you tell me why? Why do people ostracize you? But mostly important, why is Myla hurt?". Tieflings are a race from hell, branded by fire as some would say, but Barakas, didn't look like that, his ice cold voice, a glare capable of scaring those unfamiliar with bloodlust. Barakas tries to remain calm, as if talking could help.
Theodor
Theodor will take one of the healing potions and the ear wax, nodding in thanks to Tarak.
"When shall we make our way to the ship? I think earlier rather than later, a haunted ship at night reeks of ill omens."
Theodor's face is concerned, deep burrows in his forehead as he ruminates on the stroll that Barakas took to the Observatory. He trusts in the abilities of his recently acquired friend, but that doesn't stop the worry.
DM
To Barakas (bare in mind that these kobold are lawful evil)
Myla weak she doesn't fight properly. As for us we are honoured to serve Sparkrender. Our tribe not like winged ones so we left it. They said we were like imps, infernals. Not real fighters. We all left together. Then Myla was surrounded by Stirges trying one of her gadgets, gave us a chance to get away. They tore at her wings we could hear her scream. Found new home, maybe you could too. If you have a key you could go and petition the dragon to join us. Everyone has their place
DM to Theodor
It is presently 10 o'clock in the morning
Krack
The kobold looks at Theodor, a look of understanding appears on his face "Oh that ship", then to Shayla "Yes, let's go, I have the zombie bombs in my room I'll get it." he pauses a second and looks at Beans. "Beans, would you like to drop some bombs on the undead! It's going to be fun!"
He grabs a healing potion and a water breathing potion, stuffs some cheese in his mouth, throws a piece to Beans, and then runs off to his room to get ready.
Barakas
The air seems to grow colder as Barakas glares at the kobolds, his eyes burning with an inner fire that speaks of pain, anger, and a deep, unquenchable fury. His horns jut upward, casting long shadows, and his tail lashes behind him, coiling and uncoiling like a serpent ready to strike. There is no fear in his expression, no mercy or regret—only a fierce, unrelenting bloodlust that could freeze the hearts of those who dare meet his gaze.
He turns to the kobolds, his voice dripping with contempt. “You ran because they called you imps? Let me tell you something. I am a literal imp. I am one of those infernal creatures everyone loves to hate. I’m the one they spit on, the one they cast out, the one they would rather see dead than give a second glance. I came here to understand why you were outcast, to see if maybe, just maybe, there was some merit to your plight. Because I don’t want any tribe to feel what I’ve felt—to be shoved aside like trash.”
He steps closer, his voice lowering but losing none of its venom. “But now, hearing this, seeing you… How could you? Myla stayed. She didn’t run. And she has something none of you will ever have. She can smile—a real, genuine smile, even after you abandoned her. You may still hear her screams, but she bears those scars every day as a reminder of your cowardice.”
He lets the words hang, his stance unyielding as he stands before them. “You call this place a home? You call this a life? Leaving behind the ones who stood by you? I don’t care about your key, or any promise of safety, if it means trading one prison for another. You felt bad because they called you names? I’ve heard those same names my whole life, and to me, they’re a badge of honor. Because where I come from, we don’t run. We walk through the flames, face them head-on, and wear our scars proudly. But you—you couldn’t even find it in yourselves to care for Myla.”
He remains, a towering figure of defiance, eyes burning with a challenge. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. I’m not leaving, and I’m not giving up. If you want to prove you’re more than what they called you, then stand with me now, or forever stay in the shadow of what you could have been.”
OOC: I'm sorry for the huge roleplay here
Shayla
Cleaning up her breakfast dishes, she nods and picks up the bottles and wax. "Let's go."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
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"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
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DM to Barakas
The kobolds turned away, she was only a girl, not worth the saving and we have better life now than the old tribe. They used to make us take turns at being bait for creatures attacking them.
Barakas
Barakas’s expression falters for a moment, replaced by a quiet, simmering anger. “You keep saying she wasn’t worth fighting for, but she was enough to let you escape. You might have been bait before, but that night, she was your bait. Funny how well we learn from those who mistreat us.”
He glances down, his gaze heavy, as if expecting something—a realization, a reckoning. “Who used you as bait? And tell me, did it ever really stop? About the Observatory, who resides there, and why? And this key you mentioned... I’m not looking for a home. But something tells me there’s more to uncover here.”
DM to Barakas
Our tribe used us as bait, we were triplets see, an unlucky happenstance. You want to know more about the dragon? He is a blue called Sparkrender, a young wyrmling. He makes his home above the arcane library. He has a prisoner, a bronze wyrmling, it will make him stronger. Also some normal kobolds live in the ruins. The key was owned by a dragon before Sparkrenders time. It is better this way.
DM to party
You walk down to the wharf and settle yourselves for a short row of 1hr and 40 minutes.
DM to Party (not Barakas)
You soon row out to see the wreck . Waves lap against a derelict ship lodged against a ridge of rock and enormous dragon bones. A faint odour of rot wafts on the sea air, along with the sound of screeching seagulls and the roar of the surf. A tangled mess of tattered sails and rigging hangs of the starboard side of the main deck, offering one possible way to climb on board. At the stern you make out a gaping hole in the hull beneath the water line. There is no harpy, she is away elsewhere no doubt looking for a new ship to drive into the treacherous coastal cliffs.
Barakas
After a few breaths he says "So how do I get inside? I'm not here to start stealing keys or somethig. And I wouldn't mind talking to that Sparkrender. Also, do you know who in your tribe conducted those baiting situations? I would like to be sure who to interrogate (as he looks to his daggers)".
DM to Barakas
No key, no way across. Sea too turbulent and full of rocks. Return with key, Temple may know where it is, last dragon was an adult. We go now but keep an eye on you. Our tribe was ruled by fierce fighter from the main land, Hakl. We learned well not to care for weaklings, and Mylas tinkering was frowned upon. He said if he wanted one we'd capture a gnome. Enough talk for now.
Barakas saw them fly out of reach then soar above him back to the Observatory.
Barakas
As he sees them flying, he lets the anger build up again, leading to some tremors on land. He thinks about finding a way to get inside, but he knows he can't go over the sea without help. As if nothing picks his interest he turns back to the Temple with a new resolve.
Krack
"I don't think we have enough potions to go under water, but maybe one of us can scout that way? If not we can all try to sneak up the starboard side. I could have Beans do a fly over from above, but I'm afraid if the Harpy is around..."