In spite of his deep tan, you can see that Zahir is visibly blushing. While Zahir's crush on Ororana is well-known, few in Santekh would say no to an advance from Sera of Dawnbound. And the flattering way that her new armor clings to her body leaves little to the imagination. It takes a long moment of being flustered (and a quick adjustment of his pants) to build up the courage to flirt back, before he sees Sera's embarrassment and discomfort. Respectfully, he clears his throat and re-focuses on the task at hand, assuming the moment has passed.
"Ahem... of course, Mistress Sera. In this isolated region, everyone gets a bit lonely. As for rebuilding the temple, that's quite an undertaking. It's why we left it alone for so long. Before you, a druid of a former guild attempted the same task, but was frustrated by vandals, and eventually left. I assume those vandals were from the Cult of Sargonnas. So now that is no longer an issue. What is an issue, is cost and time. Please, come to my office."
He gestures towards a much smaller building. Small, but cozy, and guides you through the residential district towards it. Outside, it's a fairly standard, drab structure made of clay and stone. But inside, you discover bright colors, soft pillows, and scented candles that adorn the surprisingly cool room. You discover that little figurines, enchanted with cold magic, are tastefully placed throughout the home, emanating a soft, cool radiance. He seems to have a taste for softer things: silks, cottons, and gauzian (brightly colored) drapes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think it was the home of a courtesan. Now that water is available in town, he washes his hands and face, them dries himself with a thick, cotton towel. Then offers a fresh one for you while he brews some coffee. As the coffee percolates, he smiles and puts on a robe before sitting at his desk.
"Plans were drawn up about a month ago for the restoration of the cemetary and holy grounds. But the cost was thought to be too steep, as was the labor demand. The council prioritized housing and a medical station above it... to which I don't disagree. But now, we have housing and a medical building. The walls are sturdy, and our defenses are strong. Everything we need to survive is in place. But I think it's just as important to have what we need to honor the dead and worship... so that we remember why we continue to resist."
He finds the plans he was looking for and places them on his desk. Then gets up to pour you and himself some coffee. As he does, he continues talking.
"Sera, I admire you deeply. What Dawnbound has done for Santekh... I think we would not have survived without your efforts." The coffee smells amazing... with a nutty hint to it, and he offers you a cup. "I would love to rebuild and sanctify the holy grounds with you." He blushes again and shuffles his feet. "For Santekh, of course." He clinks his cup to yours and takes a sip.
The plans detail a variety of build ideas and costs. "To tear down the whole site, consecrate the grounds, and rebuild would cost 50,000 Steel and take over a year to build. But I believe that we can restore the structure for half the cost, and with my workers, it could be done in two months. But there are three setbacks."
He holds up a finger, indicating one. "The ground still needs to be consecrated. That can only be done by Priests, Clerics, or a very powerful Paladin. They would have to work round the clock in shifts, warding or fighting off evil spirits at all major points of the grounds. The task will take an unknowable amount of time. It depends on how... haunted? the grounds are. And the most powerful holy servants in Santekh besides yourself are merely Acolytes. Those with the blessings of a Priest are currently under arrest, because their god of choice was Sargonnas. Of course, Priests can be summoned from Ak-Tubal, but rumor has it, they're under seige. It's unlikely they'll spare their healers in such dire times to help a small outpost restore holy grounds. Another option would be to recover holy artifacts from other desolated sanctoms scattered throughout the desert and Khalkist Mountains. It's possible Piruz or Buckeran would know where to find them. But it's no guarantee that you'll find one that isn't desecrated. Buckeran insists that this land is cursed with magic poisoning. If that's the case, a cursed artifact could do more harm than good."
He holds up a second finger, indicating two. "Many of my workers were Hachakee, or honorary Hachakee, adopted by the tribe. Due to recent events, they have left Santekh, which has greatly reduced my workforce. News of your exploits are starting to spread, and that's raised awareness of our 'trading port' so to speak. It's possible new workers will arrive to aid our cause, but they'd have to cross a treacherous path through the desert that is crawling with monsters and dragon army soldiers to get here. At best, it will take some time. At worst, they will perish on the trail. Hachakee used to escort refugees to safety here in Santekh, but I don't know if they'll do that anymore. Their will has always been their own. But with tensions high, they may seek different allies. The council needs to make peace with the Hachakee. Find a solution that will bring them back to our aid. Previously, that role fell to Rhyanna. Piruz is no negotiator. Amelista might be able to do it, but the Hachakee remember her as a mad doomsday prophet. Her credibility outside of Santekh is questionable at this point. Buckeran is a likeable fellow. If you could get him to arrange a peace summit with the Hachakee, we could get our workers back."
He holds up a third finger. "And third, we've received news that there may be a terrible monster lurking in the cemetary. Amelista has a bounty available for its capture or destruction. Even if we had Priests to ward off evil spirits, they're no real match for enemies of flesh and blood. And my workers would be terrified to build there. Before it can be sanctified, it needs to be cleared of all physical dangers."
He takes another sip of his coffee and sits back, studying your reaction to this information. "As for getting the plans approved... leave that to me. I believe I can sway Amelista and Buckeran. With three on the council, two votes is all I need to make it happen."
Buckeran listens to Merkas's concerns while tapping a finely manicured nail to his teeth. "My boy, I think we need to add stables to the guild hall. That will cost an extra 1,000 Stl to build one with Barkly's specific needs in mind, and you'll need to hire someone to maintain it. But at 2 Stl per week, I could hire the best! And if the other members wish to purchase mounts, they can remain in the stables as well. What do you think about that, my lad?"
Merkas pulls up his new bag and starts pulling things from it, starting with the gems he collected during the Letni Inhelk trip and other things he had collected: Black Saphire, Blue Saphire, Yellow Saphire, Star Saphire, Jacinth, Garnet, Lapis Lazuli, 7 - 5lb bags of coins, 5 - 1lb gem pouches, The Book of Demonology, 100lb of Misc. Foodstuff, 50lb of Medical Supplies, String necklace of small pink pearls, a jeweled anklet. As the pile grows the kender, almost up to his waste inside the bag of holding, says, “Ah, here they are!” Pulling himself out he holds out two yellow chocolate eggs, one solid chocolate the other filled with caramel. “Which one you want, I like both just as much”
After Buckeran selects one Merkas sits back on one of the crates he just offloaded, unwrapping the egg and taking a bite, before speaking again. “Got most of this stuff from the cult underground, some from the trip to the Letni Inhelk, and the necklace, anklet, and these chocolates from a strange rabbit that showed up in the graveyard that night….a different strange rabbit from Mr. Nare.”Patting the crate he’s sitting on and gesturing to the rest of the food and medical supplies. “I want this all to go to the town, free of charge, as for the gems, coin bags, jewelry and stuff, sell it all and use what you need for the guild hall and stables, the rest can help recover your costs and to help the town. Dawnbound has some other things they want to do so maybe clear with them on what they want to use the funds for, pretty sure Sera was looking at helping with the Temple and stuff, Hastos I think might be involved with the garrison or something, he’s been pretty quiet though, oh and setting some aside for training new members would be nice.” Finishing his egg he thinks for a bit, talking through a mouthful of chocolate, nearly spitting the candy out in his excitement. “Hey! You think that we could get a magic map table that pinpoints all the message board quests on it, that way people could pick a couple that are in the same direction, or plan a route to catch more than one at a time. Or we could send recruits through a series of small quests in a sorta training tour based on whats available at the time?!”
Buckeran chuckles merrily as he watches loot pile up around you! A kender after his own heart!
"I'll make certain the food and medical supplies are taken to the hospital. As for the gems, coin bags, and jewelry, I know a gem cutter in town. Well... I knew one. Amber, Tekel's sister, runs Amber's Gallery. She's been adopted by the Hachakee Tribe, and followed them into the desert. But the shop is still open and run by her employees." He waves a three-fingered hand, "No offense intended towards humans, but without a kender running that shop, they're helpless at haggling compared to us. I can't think of a better time to sell those treasures."
He licks his lips and perks up after finishing the chocolate. Merkas feels more perked as well, like the chocolate candy has restored their hope.
Merkas has Heroic Inspiration from eating the chocolate. Buckeran collects:
1 Black Sapphire (5,000 Stl)
1 Blue Sapphire (1,000 Stl)
1 Yellow Sapphire (1,000 Stl)
1 Star Sapphire (1,000 Stl)
1 Jacinth (5,000 Stl)
1 Garnet (500 Stl)
1 Lapis Lazuli (10 Stl)
7 (5lbs) Bag of Coins: 175 Coins, averaged as Silver coins (175 SP)
5 (1lbs) Bag of Gems: 200 Gems, averaged value 50 Stl per gem (10,000 Stl)
Demonomicon (Legendary Artifact): 500,000 Stl
Total Value: 23,522.75 Stl (Santekh cannot afford to purchase the Demonomicon.)
Buckeran puts on a jewlers loop and carefully assesses the value of everything he looks through, and quotes you prices for each item. The process takes several hours. But when he gets to the Demonomican, he lets out a low whistle. "Do you know what you have found? How? Wha- Piruz would..." He removes his jewler's loop and puts on his magic monacle. But staring at it more than a few moments makes him clutch his head in pain, and he removes the monacle. His eyes are buldging out of his skull with surprise, and he wipes his sweat-beaded brow with a soft cloth. "It's real... it's... it's authentic! Oh, my head!" He rubs his temples, then carefuly places the book in an anti-magic chest. "Merkas! Where did you find Demonomicon of Iggwilv?!"
For the first time, he seems truly shaken. Not even Ibahalii Vriwhulth had him rattled. But this book truly frightens him.
Hastos spent his downtime reading and stretching. He finds a book on archery and consumes it, followed by a small book on meditative arts that improves one ability to reduce certain types of physical injuries. The scar left from the wizards blade softened with time, but there was always a lingering pain that reminded him of the encounter in the sewers.
He worried about Sera and Nare, but his worry for Sera was different, deeper. After they were able to see the two of them again, Hastos’ mood lightened, but he held a real concern for the chitinous armor that had bonded with her. This combined with his own thoughts on feeling so exposed left him introspective in the evening hours. But his new learning of archery pushed him out in search of a bow. He stops at one of the vendors to see where he might find a Boyer he thanks the young man for the information and turns to see Sera walking away. Had she noticed him? The young man grabs his attention and asks if him to meet his family. Hastos hurriedly shakes their hands, and rubs the child on the top of the head before trying to catch up with her. Following her last path, Hastos hurriedly tried to gain ground. He turns a corner to see Sera talking to the young artificer. As he approaches, Sera and the young man head toward the other building, clearly having business.
Hastos suddenly feels awkward about interrupting their conversation and decides not to intrude. Instead he decides to continue his search for a bow.
“Oh, i found it down where that undead guy was who didn’t like things leaving the room, that reminds me” He goes back to digging through the bag of holding as his muffled voice comes out the top “There’s a bunch of other stuff too! Didn’t have time to figure out what they all were, just knew they felt magical and stuff” He starts pulling out the magical items that they had recovered, apart from the ones his friends claimed, 5 sets of armour, an Arrow catching shield and four other shields, a Ring of the Ram, a Ring of Resistance (type unknown), Ring of Jumping, Ring of Warmth, another garnet (“Hey how’d I miss you before!?”), the failed experiment wand and two others, Starshot crossbow, Berserker Great Axe, and 4 other magical weapons.
Finally having cleared all the extras from his bag he stops and stares at Bucky again. “Wait? Is that book really that bad?!” He moves over beside the older treasure hunter. “What do you think we should do with it? Like is it going to make things harder for the town, or can we stash it in one of your special cases to keep it from waking up and attacking people? Or maybe the bag I found is definitely magical you think that would help contain it’s evilness? Is it’s evil like that crazy deathcursed golden scythe Tekel has?” (Insight=9 on how to store the book, History=4 and Religion=12 on who/what Iggwilv is) “Don’t know that I ever heard of ‘Iguana Love’. Weird name for a Demonomomicon, y’know”
She is so hurt....a part of her want to embrace the welcoming darkness. But she cannot ..not yet. So she swims or paddle like a frenetic dog against the current that treatens to wash her away. She still got the increased strenght and just by dumb luck she get a grip.....and hold on "Nare...NARE!...swim ..swim like it is a wonderful gigantic carrot at the end"..she got no clue what Nare really liked. Food, girls, treasure? She tried food first.
((THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING TO ME))
The mouse on his shoulders felt the tremors first before he could even grasp what was happening. Sure, he heard it. Then the tremors. But it wasn't until the eidolon's soft 'no' that confirmed it. Was he loosing touch with his hare instincts? He didn't know. Didn't have time to think when all of sudden him and everything else was washed away.
The water floods the tunnel before he even has a chance to close his gaping wide mouth. Footsteps. Sera was already running. 'Where-'
His head smashes against a wall. Yanked in every direction. Air escapes his throat only to be filled with water instead. Couldn't even focus. Aborted attempts at growing gills.
Scrambling paws reach out. Clawing. Droplets blast his eyes, filling the room with off and on darkness. He hadn't even had the chance to look. Too busy in his own head. Too focused on the eidolon. Now it was all over.
A split second decision, he changes course. The warmth of the mouse under his helmet. It reminds him. What to fight for, once again. 'How did you even get up there?' No, no time to lose. Not just yet. He grips onto something. Slippery. Wet. Stable.
"Nare...NARE!.."
His name. He hears it over the water in the tunnels. "Ser- SERA?!"he shouts, his head fighting against the current. Pushing off against the wall, Ne'haredowell doggy-paddles (or would it be rabbit-paddles) over, muscles tiring.
"swim... gigantic carrot..." Straining over the sound of the waves, Nare couldn't even do a double take with blink. "What-?!"he attempts to yell at both what was the rest of what she meant to say and also the meaning of it. Is that what she thought of him? Not that it was wrong! He could go for a really big carrot at the moment. The thought of it, the fact that she thought it is what his motivations were, was really funny.
The harengon would've laughed at it: the absurdity of it all, being in a waterslide of a sewer and imagining a giant carrot at the end of it all. 'What a ride,'he thinks fondly, snorting, water going up his nose.
Before he could react, the paralyzed body of the eidolon smacks right into him. The shattering of his leg feels like million tiny icicles run throughout his body. His body thunks against the cold tile of the tomb. Not even time for a gasp.The last of his thoughts fizzles out as it fades to black before he could even see the surface.
His heart was racing for what felt like forever. He could feel it though he wasn't really there. Everything was black and gray. Like when you close your eyes and stare at the static between your eyelids. Which was what he was basically was doing. He didn't realize it was already over a week when it all happened.
His eyes opened to what appeared to be a medical tent. "huh?"he barely even mouths a whisper, his face all stiff from unuse. "Tsh ah," he groans at the sudden pain in his leg. He only just shifted it.
The cot next to him is already empty. 'Sera?'It slightly smells of her. Faint. Long gone. After tugging at a bandage on his head, he tries to shift his weight upwards toward the top of the pillow. It hurts, so he quits at attempting it.
'Where is everyone?'he thinks, not even trying to voice it. He groans slightly, trying to figure out where and how long he has been out.
((I really like the idea that Nare has a bad leg! i actually have one as well. bruh only 23 and my knee (left one) hurts for no reason all time since forever smh. love this idea yesss))
In spite of his deep tan, you can see that Zahir is visibly blushing. While Zahir's crush on Ororana is well-known, few in Santekh would say no to an advance from Sera of Dawnbound. And the flattering way that her new armor clings to her body leaves little to the imagination. It takes a long moment of being flustered (and a quick adjustment of his pants) to build up the courage to flirt back, before he sees Sera's embarrassment and discomfort. Respectfully, he clears his throat and re-focuses on the task at hand, assuming the moment has passed.
"Ahem... of course, Mistress Sera. In this isolated region, everyone gets a bit lonely. As for rebuilding the temple, that's quite an undertaking. It's why we left it alone for so long. Before you, a druid of a former guild attempted the same task, but was frustrated by vandals, and eventually left. I assume those vandals were from the Cult of Sargonnas. So now that is no longer an issue. What is an issue, is cost and time. Please, come to my office."
He gestures towards a much smaller building. Small, but cozy, and guides you through the residential district towards it. Outside, it's a fairly standard, drab structure made of clay and stone. But inside, you discover bright colors, soft pillows, and scented candles that adorn the surprisingly cool room. You discover that little figurines, enchanted with cold magic, are tastefully placed throughout the home, emanating a soft, cool radiance. He seems to have a taste for softer things: silks, cottons, and gauzian (brightly colored) drapes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think it was the home of a courtesan. Now that water is available in town, he washes his hands and face, them dries himself with a thick, cotton towel. Then offers a fresh one for you while he brews some coffee. As the coffee percolates, he smiles and puts on a robe before sitting at his desk.
"Plans were drawn up about a month ago for the restoration of the cemetary and holy grounds. But the cost was thought to be too steep, as was the labor demand. The council prioritized housing and a medical station above it... to which I don't disagree. But now, we have housing and a medical building. The walls are sturdy, and our defenses are strong. Everything we need to survive is in place. But I think it's just as important to have what we need to honor the dead and worship... so that we remember why we continue to resist."
He finds the plans he was looking for and places them on his desk. Then gets up to pour you and himself some coffee. As he does, he continues talking.
"Sera, I admire you deeply. What Dawnbound has done for Santekh... I think we would not have survived without your efforts." The coffee smells amazing... with a nutty hint to it, and he offers you a cup. "I would love to rebuild and sanctify the holy grounds with you." He blushes again and shuffles his feet. "For Santekh, of course." He clinks his cup to yours and takes a sip.
The plans detail a variety of build ideas and costs. "To tear down the whole site, consecrate the grounds, and rebuild would cost 50,000 Steel and take over a year to build. But I believe that we can restore the structure for half the cost, and with my workers, it could be done in two months. But there are three setbacks."
He holds up a finger, indicating one. "The ground still needs to be consecrated. That can only be done by Priests, Clerics, or a very powerful Paladin. They would have to work round the clock in shifts, warding or fighting off evil spirits at all major points of the grounds. The task will take an unknowable amount of time. It depends on how... haunted? the grounds are. And the most powerful holy servants in Santekh besides yourself are merely Acolytes. Those with the blessings of a Priest are currently under arrest, because their god of choice was Sargonnas. Of course, Priests can be summoned from Ak-Tubal, but rumor has it, they're under seige. It's unlikely they'll spare their healers in such dire times to help a small outpost restore holy grounds. Another option would be to recover holy artifacts from other desolated sanctoms scattered throughout the desert and Khalkist Mountains. It's possible Piruz or Buckeran would know where to find them. But it's no guarantee that you'll find one that isn't desecrated. Buckeran insists that this land is cursed with magic poisoning. If that's the case, a cursed artifact could do more harm than good."
He holds up a second finger, indicating two. "Many of my workers were Hachakee, or honorary Hachakee, adopted by the tribe. Due to recent events, they have left Santekh, which has greatly reduced my workforce. News of your exploits are starting to spread, and that's raised awareness of our 'trading port' so to speak. It's possible new workers will arrive to aid our cause, but they'd have to cross a treacherous path through the desert that is crawling with monsters and dragon army soldiers to get here. At best, it will take some time. At worst, they will perish on the trail. Hachakee used to escort refugees to safety here in Santekh, but I don't know if they'll do that anymore. Their will has always been their own. But with tensions high, they may seek different allies. The council needs to make peace with the Hachakee. Find a solution that will bring them back to our aid. Previously, that role fell to Rhyanna. Piruz is no negotiator. Amelista might be able to do it, but the Hachakee remember her as a mad doomsday prophet. Her credibility outside of Santekh is questionable at this point. Buckeran is a likeable fellow. If you could get him to arrange a peace summit with the Hachakee, we could get our workers back."
He holds up a third finger. "And third, we've received news that there may be a terrible monster lurking in the cemetary. Amelista has a bounty available for its capture or destruction. Even if we had Priests to ward off evil spirits, they're no real match for enemies of flesh and blood. And my workers would be terrified to build there. Before it can be sanctified, it needs to be cleared of all physical dangers."
He takes another sip of his coffee and sits back, studying your reaction to this information. "As for getting the plans approved... leave that to me. I believe I can sway Amelista and Buckeran. With three on the council, two votes is all I need to make it happen."
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Krik-tul, Thri-kreen monk
Merkas pulls up his new bag and starts pulling things from it, starting with the gems he collected during the Letni Inhelk trip and other things he had collected: Black Saphire, Blue Saphire, Yellow Saphire, Star Saphire, Jacinth, Garnet, Lapis Lazuli, 7 - 5lb bags of coins, 5 - 1lb gem pouches, The Book of Demonology, 100lb of Misc. Foodstuff, 50lb of Medical Supplies, String necklace of small pink pearls, a jeweled anklet.
As the pile grows the kender, almost up to his waste inside the bag of holding, says, “Ah, here they are!” Pulling himself out he holds out two yellow chocolate eggs, one solid chocolate the other filled with caramel. “Which one you want, I like both just as much”
After Buckeran selects one Merkas sits back on one of the crates he just offloaded, unwrapping the egg and taking a bite, before speaking again. “Got most of this stuff from the cult underground, some from the trip to the Letni Inhelk, and the necklace, anklet, and these chocolates from a strange rabbit that showed up in the graveyard that night….a different strange rabbit from Mr. Nare.” Patting the crate he’s sitting on and gesturing to the rest of the food and medical supplies. “I want this all to go to the town, free of charge, as for the gems, coin bags, jewelry and stuff, sell it all and use what you need for the guild hall and stables, the rest can help recover your costs and to help the town. Dawnbound has some other things they want to do so maybe clear with them on what they want to use the funds for, pretty sure Sera was looking at helping with the Temple and stuff, Hastos I think might be involved with the garrison or something, he’s been pretty quiet though, oh and setting some aside for training new members would be nice.”
Finishing his egg he thinks for a bit, talking through a mouthful of chocolate, nearly spitting the candy out in his excitement. “Hey! You think that we could get a magic map table that pinpoints all the message board quests on it, that way people could pick a couple that are in the same direction, or plan a route to catch more than one at a time. Or we could send recruits through a series of small quests in a sorta training tour based on whats available at the time?!”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Buckeran chuckles merrily as he watches loot pile up around you! A kender after his own heart!
"I'll make certain the food and medical supplies are taken to the hospital. As for the gems, coin bags, and jewelry, I know a gem cutter in town. Well... I knew one. Amber, Tekel's sister, runs Amber's Gallery. She's been adopted by the Hachakee Tribe, and followed them into the desert. But the shop is still open and run by her employees." He waves a three-fingered hand, "No offense intended towards humans, but without a kender running that shop, they're helpless at haggling compared to us. I can't think of a better time to sell those treasures."
He licks his lips and perks up after finishing the chocolate. Merkas feels more perked as well, like the chocolate candy has restored their hope.
Merkas has Heroic Inspiration from eating the chocolate.
Buckeran collects:
Buckeran puts on a jewlers loop and carefully assesses the value of everything he looks through, and quotes you prices for each item. The process takes several hours. But when he gets to the Demonomican, he lets out a low whistle. "Do you know what you have found? How? Wha- Piruz would..." He removes his jewler's loop and puts on his magic monacle. But staring at it more than a few moments makes him clutch his head in pain, and he removes the monacle. His eyes are buldging out of his skull with surprise, and he wipes his sweat-beaded brow with a soft cloth. "It's real... it's... it's authentic! Oh, my head!" He rubs his temples, then carefuly places the book in an anti-magic chest. "Merkas! Where did you find Demonomicon of Iggwilv?!"
For the first time, he seems truly shaken. Not even Ibahalii Vriwhulth had him rattled. But this book truly frightens him.
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Krik-tul, Thri-kreen monk
Hastos spent his downtime reading and stretching. He finds a book on archery and consumes it, followed by a small book on meditative arts that improves one ability to reduce certain types of physical injuries. The scar left from the wizards blade softened with time, but there was always a lingering pain that reminded him of the encounter in the sewers.
He worried about Sera and Nare, but his worry for Sera was different, deeper. After they were able to see the two of them again, Hastos’ mood lightened, but he held a real concern for the chitinous armor that had bonded with her. This combined with his own thoughts on feeling so exposed left him introspective in the evening hours. But his new learning of archery pushed him out in search of a bow. He stops at one of the vendors to see where he might find a Boyer he thanks the young man for the information and turns to see Sera walking away. Had she noticed him? The young man grabs his attention and asks if him to meet his family. Hastos hurriedly shakes their hands, and rubs the child on the top of the head before trying to catch up with her. Following her last path, Hastos hurriedly tried to gain ground. He turns a corner to see Sera talking to the young artificer. As he approaches, Sera and the young man head toward the other building, clearly having business.
Hastos suddenly feels awkward about interrupting their conversation and decides not to intrude. Instead he decides to continue his search for a bow.
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
“Oh, i found it down where that undead guy was who didn’t like things leaving the room, that reminds me” He goes back to digging through the bag of holding as his muffled voice comes out the top “There’s a bunch of other stuff too! Didn’t have time to figure out what they all were, just knew they felt magical and stuff”
He starts pulling out the magical items that they had recovered, apart from the ones his friends claimed, 5 sets of armour, an Arrow catching shield and four other shields, a Ring of the Ram, a Ring of Resistance (type unknown), Ring of Jumping, Ring of Warmth, another garnet (“Hey how’d I miss you before!?”), the failed experiment wand and two others, Starshot crossbow, Berserker Great Axe, and 4 other magical weapons.
Finally having cleared all the extras from his bag he stops and stares at Bucky again. “Wait? Is that book really that bad?!” He moves over beside the older treasure hunter. “What do you think we should do with it? Like is it going to make things harder for the town, or can we stash it in one of your special cases to keep it from waking up and attacking people? Or maybe the bag I found is definitely magical you think that would help contain it’s evilness? Is it’s evil like that crazy deathcursed golden scythe Tekel has?” (Insight=9 on how to store the book, History=4 and Religion=12 on who/what Iggwilv is) “Don’t know that I ever heard of ‘Iguana Love’. Weird name for a Demonomomicon, y’know”
Loyalty Begets Honour
((THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING TO ME))
The mouse on his shoulders felt the tremors first before he could even grasp what was happening. Sure, he heard it. Then the tremors. But it wasn't until the eidolon's soft 'no' that confirmed it. Was he loosing touch with his hare instincts? He didn't know. Didn't have time to think when all of sudden him and everything else was washed away.
The water floods the tunnel before he even has a chance to close his gaping wide mouth. Footsteps. Sera was already running. 'Where-'
His head smashes against a wall. Yanked in every direction. Air escapes his throat only to be filled with water instead. Couldn't even focus. Aborted attempts at growing gills.
Scrambling paws reach out. Clawing. Droplets blast his eyes, filling the room with off and on darkness. He hadn't even had the chance to look. Too busy in his own head. Too focused on the eidolon. Now it was all over.
A split second decision, he changes course. The warmth of the mouse under his helmet. It reminds him. What to fight for, once again. 'How did you even get up there?' No, no time to lose. Not just yet. He grips onto something. Slippery. Wet. Stable.
"Nare...NARE!.."
His name. He hears it over the water in the tunnels. "Ser- SERA?!" he shouts, his head fighting against the current. Pushing off against the wall, Ne'haredowell doggy-paddles (or would it be rabbit-paddles) over, muscles tiring.
"swim... gigantic carrot..." Straining over the sound of the waves, Nare couldn't even do a double take with blink. "What-?!" he attempts to yell at both what was the rest of what she meant to say and also the meaning of it. Is that what she thought of him? Not that it was wrong! He could go for a really big carrot at the moment. The thought of it, the fact that she thought it is what his motivations were, was really funny.
The harengon would've laughed at it: the absurdity of it all, being in a waterslide of a sewer and imagining a giant carrot at the end of it all. 'What a ride,' he thinks fondly, snorting, water going up his nose.
Before he could react, the paralyzed body of the eidolon smacks right into him. The shattering of his leg feels like million tiny icicles run throughout his body. His body thunks against the cold tile of the tomb. Not even time for a gasp.The last of his thoughts fizzles out as it fades to black before he could even see the surface.
His heart was racing for what felt like forever. He could feel it though he wasn't really there. Everything was black and gray. Like when you close your eyes and stare at the static between your eyelids. Which was what he was basically was doing. He didn't realize it was already over a week when it all happened.
His eyes opened to what appeared to be a medical tent. "huh?" he barely even mouths a whisper, his face all stiff from unuse. "Tsh ah," he groans at the sudden pain in his leg. He only just shifted it.
The cot next to him is already empty. 'Sera?' It slightly smells of her. Faint. Long gone. After tugging at a bandage on his head, he tries to shift his weight upwards toward the top of the pillow. It hurts, so he quits at attempting it.
'Where is everyone?' he thinks, not even trying to voice it. He groans slightly, trying to figure out where and how long he has been out.
<---- Skippy Doo from A Pup Named Scooby Doo
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Ibahalii Vriwhulth; Test Run