Tana takes one look at Merkas and her face squinches up in a look of pure disgust, and she points at the blue, burn-scarred kender. "You ugly. You a demon or sum'in?"
As Buckeran stabilizes, his form materializes, and the ogre looks surprized. Then nods her head as if convinced. "Demon." She doesn't seem perturbed by the presence of a demon... or even that concerned. Buckeran finally starts to come too, but he still looks groggy. "Merkas... my lad..." he sighs as he tries to shake off the magical effect. "Are we... there?"
“Huh? Me? Sure I’m a demon, Names Yabbak and not to fond of this place, need more darkness, less heat” (insight:8 on the threat of Tana and puppies) Buckerans comments after waking has Merkas looking back at the other as he says in kender speak “Nope not there yet. I left all my stones back at the hall to be sold, they really that bad?” He motions to the Azers. (History: Dirty 20)
He looks at the surroundings sighs as he resigns himself to another bout of poison gas. (Con save 12)
Sera watched her friends struggle as the poison gas rolled back in thick, choking waves. It crawled low along the ground, clinging to armor and skin alike. The ogre matron turned away at last, clearly uninterested in diamonds or gold—only stooping to scoop up the scattered pebbles left behind by the dust mephit’s remains.
That gave Sera pause.
Why pebbles? The thought lodged itself in her mind, unanswered.
“Let’s follow her!” Sera called out sharply. “She knows this place.”
Her living armor tightened again, sealing and filtering the air as she moved. She stayed alert, moving from one companion to the next, steadying anyone who faltered, guiding them through the worst of the fumes.
Her eyes lingered on Merkas longer than the rest. He looked pale—worse than before. The gas was getting to him.
Sera hurried to his side, keeping her voice calm but urgent. “I’ve got antidote if you need it,” she said, already reaching for the vial.
“I’m good for now, thanks Sera, already wasted one potion don’t want to waste another. It’s making me sluggish right now but not hurting yet.” Merkas gives a weak smile. “Following Tana is probably best for sure, good to go Bucky? Want the bag again?”
“Sorry Orr, we don’t have time.” Hastos says as he reaches down and strikes Orr. (Hit: 21, Dam: 6), Hastos grabs his cloak and wraps it around his Face as the poisonous gas moves in. (Nat 20 +1)
Orr the Unseen's head snaps sideways from the force of Hastos's calloused hand and their eyes pop open. Their lower lip begins to swell and puff out as they try to orient themself and stand. Once they're up and see that the party is on the move, they whisper. "Ow," and starts racing behind the party, wafts of acrid gases swirling at their feet!
CON Save vs Poison (DC 15): 5 Orr the Unseen takes 6 Damage (Poison)
Cold sweat beads on Orr's face and they're struggling to keep up, but they manage to remain stoic, considering the stressful situation. "Why -hurp- why are we following an ogre?"
Tana takes one look at Merkas and her face squinches up in a look of pure disgust, and she points at the blue, burn-scarred kender. "You ugly. You a demon or sum'in?"
As Buckeran stabilizes, his form materializes, and the ogre looks surprized. Then nods her head as if convinced. "Demon." She doesn't seem perturbed by the presence of a demon... or even that concerned. Buckeran finally starts to come too, but he still looks groggy. "Merkas... my lad..." he sighs as he tries to shake off the magical effect. "Are we... there?"
“Huh? Me? Sure I’m a demon, Names Yabbak and not to fond of this place, need more darkness, less heat” (insight:8 on the threat of Tana and puppies) Buckerans comments after waking has Merkas looking back at the other as he says in kender speak “Nope not there yet. I left all my stones back at the hall to be sold, they really that bad?” He motions to the Azers. (History: Dirty 20)
He looks at the surroundings sighs as he resigns himself to another bout of poison gas. (Con save 12)
Tana no longer seems to be paying attention to Merkas, and strides determinedly towards her goal at a breakneck pace (80' per round) with her pets loping to keep pace, their neck pouches wobbling and expanding like a frog's neck pouch.
Buckeran, back on the Giant Strider mount, is grateful to be away from the worst of the vapors, and he covers his mouth and nose with his ascot as well as he can. Mumbling through the fabric as you bound along through the wastes, he replies, "Well... yes and no. They come from the Elemental Plane of Fire, like your friend Barkly here. They adhere to a strict rule of law in their own land, and can sometimes be reasonable under the right conditions. But negotiations can easily turn bloody if you are unfamiliar with their customs. Their soldiers can enamate enough heat to kill someone who doesn't have resistance to fire damage. And attempting to cool the room would be seen as an insult. Species from this plane are often considered weak and inferior to them, so any hint of disrespect can result in swift, fiery retribution. It's likely this is a raiding party. They're here to raid a conveniently hot patch of land for mineral resources, which would make us an easy target. If we possess precious gems, they'll either kill us for them, or take us prisoner. Prisoners can earn their freedom through labor, but that labor will likely occur in their home plane. Which is... well... on fire. So the only one of us likely to not die a slow, horrific, boiling death through grueling toil would be Barkly."
Buckeran's CON Save vs. Poison: 15 Barkly' CON Save vs. Poison: 13 Barkly has the Poisoned Condition
Barkly begins huffing after inhaling a whiff of the nasty vapors, but maintains pace with the Ogre and her pets.
Sera watched her friends struggle as the poison gas rolled back in thick, choking waves. It crawled low along the ground, clinging to armor and skin alike. The ogre matron turned away at last, clearly uninterested in diamonds or gold—only stooping to scoop up the scattered pebbles left behind by the dust mephit’s remains.
That gave Sera pause.
Why pebbles? The thought lodged itself in her mind, unanswered.
“Let’s follow her!” Sera called out sharply. “She knows this place.”
Her living armor tightened again, sealing and filtering the air as she moved. She stayed alert, moving from one companion to the next, steadying anyone who faltered, guiding them through the worst of the fumes.
Her eyes lingered on Merkas longer than the rest. He looked pale—worse than before. The gas was getting to him.
Sera hurried to his side, keeping her voice calm but urgent. “I’ve got antidote if you need it,” she said, already reaching for the vial.
The pace is frantic as you increase the distance from the Azers, who don't seem to redirect their path to follow you. At that speed, they'd never catch you anyway. Instead, they divert course to hunt easier prey.
Tana overhears you. "Tana like dis place. Been here long time. Tana not leave until Tana gets da good rocks. Dat way." She points to a rocky outcropping on the horizen being buffetted by dirt devils... chaotic windstorms that form the shape of little tornadoes. Crackling, wilted plants whip and flail against the winds like they're about to be ripped out at the root. "No stinky stuff there, but it windy and hot."
“I’m good for now, thanks Sera, already wasted one potion don’t want to waste another. It’s making me sluggish right now but not hurting yet.” Merkas gives a weak smile. “Following Tana is probably best for sure, good to go Bucky? Want the bag again?”
Buckeran shakes his head. "I'm good for now." He squints in the direction the ogre is taking them. "What in the hells?"
The closer you get to the area, the hotter it gets, and the heat makes you feel sick to your stomach, but the air feels cleaner here. Perhaps it's the winds that are clearing the fumes away, but now sand whips against your face and gets grit in your eyes.
Everyone (except Barkly) Roll vs Heat (CON DC 5) or take 1 level of Exhaustion before you make it to the rocky outcropping.
"Okay," Orr the Unseen mutters, getting a good enough answer to explain what's going on, and pulls out a small crystal before blinking out of existence, and reappering parallel to Barkly. "Madam... if you'll make way, I can cool the air for us, and possibly disperse the winds."
“Huh? Me? Sure I’m a demon, Names Yabbak and not to fond of this place, need more darkness, less heat” (insight:8 on the threat of Tana and puppies) Buckerans comments after waking has Merkas looking back at the other as he says in kender speak “Nope not there yet. I left all my stones back at the hall to be sold, they really that bad?” He motions to the Azers. (History: Dirty 20)
He looks at the surroundings sighs as he resigns himself to another bout of poison gas. (Con save 12)
Loyalty Begets Honour
Sera watched her friends struggle as the poison gas rolled back in thick, choking waves. It crawled low along the ground, clinging to armor and skin alike. The ogre matron turned away at last, clearly uninterested in diamonds or gold—only stooping to scoop up the scattered pebbles left behind by the dust mephit’s remains.
That gave Sera pause.
Why pebbles? The thought lodged itself in her mind, unanswered.
“Let’s follow her!” Sera called out sharply. “She knows this place.”
Her living armor tightened again, sealing and filtering the air as she moved. She stayed alert, moving from one companion to the next, steadying anyone who faltered, guiding them through the worst of the fumes.
Her eyes lingered on Merkas longer than the rest. He looked pale—worse than before. The gas was getting to him.
Sera hurried to his side, keeping her voice calm but urgent.
“I’ve got antidote if you need it,” she said, already reaching for the vial.
“I’m good for now, thanks Sera, already wasted one potion don’t want to waste another. It’s making me sluggish right now but not hurting yet.” Merkas gives a weak smile. “Following Tana is probably best for sure, good to go Bucky? Want the bag again?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Orr the Unseen's head snaps sideways from the force of Hastos's calloused hand and their eyes pop open. Their lower lip begins to swell and puff out as they try to orient themself and stand. Once they're up and see that the party is on the move, they whisper. "Ow," and starts racing behind the party, wafts of acrid gases swirling at their feet!
CON Save vs Poison (DC 15): 5
Orr the Unseen takes 6 Damage (Poison)
Cold sweat beads on Orr's face and they're struggling to keep up, but they manage to remain stoic, considering the stressful situation. "Why -hurp- why are we following an ogre?"
Tana no longer seems to be paying attention to Merkas, and strides determinedly towards her goal at a breakneck pace (80' per round) with her pets loping to keep pace, their neck pouches wobbling and expanding like a frog's neck pouch.
Buckeran, back on the Giant Strider mount, is grateful to be away from the worst of the vapors, and he covers his mouth and nose with his ascot as well as he can. Mumbling through the fabric as you bound along through the wastes, he replies, "Well... yes and no. They come from the Elemental Plane of Fire, like your friend Barkly here. They adhere to a strict rule of law in their own land, and can sometimes be reasonable under the right conditions. But negotiations can easily turn bloody if you are unfamiliar with their customs. Their soldiers can enamate enough heat to kill someone who doesn't have resistance to fire damage. And attempting to cool the room would be seen as an insult. Species from this plane are often considered weak and inferior to them, so any hint of disrespect can result in swift, fiery retribution. It's likely this is a raiding party. They're here to raid a conveniently hot patch of land for mineral resources, which would make us an easy target. If we possess precious gems, they'll either kill us for them, or take us prisoner. Prisoners can earn their freedom through labor, but that labor will likely occur in their home plane. Which is... well... on fire. So the only one of us likely to not die a slow, horrific, boiling death through grueling toil would be Barkly."
Buckeran's CON Save vs. Poison: 15
Barkly' CON Save vs. Poison: 13
Barkly has the Poisoned Condition
Barkly begins huffing after inhaling a whiff of the nasty vapors, but maintains pace with the Ogre and her pets.
The pace is frantic as you increase the distance from the Azers, who don't seem to redirect their path to follow you. At that speed, they'd never catch you anyway. Instead, they divert course to hunt easier prey.
Tana overhears you. "Tana like dis place. Been here long time. Tana not leave until Tana gets da good rocks. Dat way." She points to a rocky outcropping on the horizen being buffetted by dirt devils... chaotic windstorms that form the shape of little tornadoes. Crackling, wilted plants whip and flail against the winds like they're about to be ripped out at the root. "No stinky stuff there, but it windy and hot."
Buckeran shakes his head. "I'm good for now." He squints in the direction the ogre is taking them. "What in the hells?"
The closer you get to the area, the hotter it gets, and the heat makes you feel sick to your stomach, but the air feels cleaner here. Perhaps it's the winds that are clearing the fumes away, but now sand whips against your face and gets grit in your eyes.
Everyone (except Barkly) Roll vs Heat (CON DC 5) or take 1 level of Exhaustion before you make it to the rocky outcropping.
"Okay," Orr the Unseen mutters, getting a good enough answer to explain what's going on, and pulls out a small crystal before blinking out of existence, and reappering parallel to Barkly. "Madam... if you'll make way, I can cool the air for us, and possibly disperse the winds."
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