Merkas stands in the shower, hands in his pockets, casually taking in whats happening around him. Looking back at Sera he shrugs “Feels normal to me, you saying there’s a life where I can be fat and live in hole the ground? Sounds boring”Wandering over to Barkly he pats he on the neck as he mounts. Whispering to her “You did good”
Following as Sera works at dousing the flames he continues as if someone asked “Besides by my count I haven’t blown up anything, The horn was faulty-not my fault, Orr blew out the wall-him not me, Barkly set off the mushrooms, I told her to sure, but I didn’t cause the explosion, pretty sure nothing blew up in the graveyard, the dragon army guys was pretty straight forward, we negotiated our way out of the caves we went to, and nothing blew up in the caravan on our whole trip, so No I don’t blow things up everywhere I go“
Myconid Black erupts into flames! Flailing and stumbling, it dies where it stands. A mouthwatering aromatic scent fills the air as it sizzles and crisps.
Myconid Blue is a bit swifter in its step, and the axe whooshes at its heels! It's wild charge towards its mushroom grove makes its escape pattern too hard to predict, and the firebolt explodes into the ground!
" By Thakisis multiscaled rotten *******..Somehow you end up with disaster all around you Merkas!..." Sera are drenched in the middle of the shower she created and glare a bit at him before looking at the withdrawing fungusmen.
" so theese fungus do not understand much ...but force they understand..." she watch them withdraw. She move carefully and defensive seeing no need to risk more explosions and act calm.
" they protective of their little Grove...let us give that a wide berth...." her initial frustration replaced by consern
" Paladin...please give us water and same time drench that blue little disastermagnet...."
( cast another create water on the other burning funguschildren)
Some of the fires begin to die out, and the cavern gets really smokey. The dirt on the ground has become a thin slick of mud over stone and it's getting tricky to walk on firm ground. The myconids continue fussing over their mushroom grove, no longer concerned with your presense.
Merkas stands in the shower, hands in his pockets, casually taking in whats happening around him. Looking back at Sera he shrugs “Feels normal to me, you saying there’s a life where I can be fat and live in hole the ground? Sounds boring”Wandering over to Barkly he pats he on the neck as he mounts. Whispering to her “You did good”
Following as Sera works at dousing the flames he continues as if someone asked “Besides by my count I haven’t blown up anything, The horn was faulty-not my fault, Orr blew out the wall-him not me, Barkly set off the mushrooms, I told her to sure, but I didn’t cause the explosion, pretty sure nothing blew up in the graveyard, the dragon army guys was pretty straight forward, we negotiated our way out of the caves we went to, and nothing blew up in the caravan on our whole trip, so No I don’t blow things up everywhere I go“
Barkly clucks happily at Merkas's loving care. Her eyes close in pleasure from the neck rubs and allows Merkas back on with a shrug.
Buckeran looks between Sera and Merkas as the two are going at it again. He's amused at their antics. It reminds him of his glory days as a bandit. "The question remains about what to do with these myconids. We can't have them assaulting the clean up crew that will be coming in after we clear up the dragon's horde. They're mostly healers. Their job is to purify the residual curse, not battle hordes of enemies."
The myconids scramble to the next nearest mushroom that's still on fire while Sera walks about the grove dousing the flames. The seem solely preoccupied with saving the grove, and pass by members of Dawnbound with zero regard for their own safety. Their faces still stretched out in a soundless shriek of panic.
Casually walking from the south east, is a snow white Haregon. Dressed in a white and red cloth, he has a sizeable backpack compared to his 5'8ft height. He has a longsword sheathed to his side as well as a leather tome strapped to his hip. He walks with purpose, but in a relaxed manner.
He stops and takes in the sight behold him: fire, rain, muck, the smell of death, and misery.
"You lot must be the Dawnbound. Who here is the cleric known as Sera?"
He says this with a cheery smile, though his hand rests on his hilt cautiously.
“It depends.” Hastos replies as he turns to the Haregon, his great axe still engulfed in flames. He spins it with a flourish leaving a trail of embers floating in the air.
”Who is it that asks? If you are yet another bounty hunter, this will be a short conversation.”
He scratches his chin, eyes now half open as he 's disinterested in the theatrics of the elf's threat.
"I've been sent by the Santekh Council to deliver a message of importance. Seeing that you're not a human, I imagine you're the one known as Hastos. The ears give it away."
“…and I agree with you Bucky, but we also don’t want wiping this whole group out on out heads too…”Merkas’ words fade out at the flash of Hastos axe and the word ‘assassin’. “Barkly!” The strider turns and pulls up beside Hastos, daggers out, between the newcomer and where Sera is. “Trouble Haz?”
He scratches his chin, eyes now half open as he 's disinterested in the theatrics of the elf's threat.
"I've been sent by the Santekh Council to deliver a message of importance. Seeing that you're not a human, I imagine you're the one known as Hastos. The ears give it away."
”From the council? Well you kinda need to provide proof, besides the fact that you found us here and know our names” He looks over the Harengon “He kinda looks like I imagined Nare would if he got washed up, don’tcha think Haz?”
Sera watched as a new haregon appeared from the side, claiming to be sent by the council in Santech.
“Yes, Merkas… he does look like Nare, if Nare ever bothered to wash,” she muttered dryly.
She pushed wet hair back from her face. Rain still dripped from her Create Water, the sudden downpour having turned the ground to mud—but at least the flames were out, and the little mushroom men who had just been attacking them were no longer burning, now slowly recovering.
“I am Sera,” she said, straightening despite the chaos. “Nice to meet you… even if the circumstances are a bit chaotic.” Her tone remained polite, if tired. “What does the council in Santech have to say that could not wait until our return?”
A knot settled in her stomach. She already dreaded the answer.
“Of course it’s bad news,” she muttered under her breath, battle-worn and cynical. “No one sends a messenger this far for good tidings.”
“…and I agree with you Bucky, but we also don’t want wiping this whole group out on out heads too…”Merkas’ words fade out at the flash of Hastos axe and the word ‘assassin’. “Barkly!” The strider turns and pulls up beside Hastos, daggers out, between the newcomer and where Sera is. “Trouble Haz?”
He scratches his chin, eyes now half open as he 's disinterested in the theatrics of the elf's threat.
"I've been sent by the Santekh Council to deliver a message of importance. Seeing that you're not a human, I imagine you're the one known as Hastos. The ears give it away."
”From the council? Well you kinda need to provide proof, besides the fact that you found us here and know our names” He looks over the Harengon “He kinda looks like I imagined Nare would if he got washed up, don’tcha think Haz?”
He snorts, as he starts rummaging through his pockets for something.
”You sir, are a paranoid fellow, which I only half respect. But fair, I suppose this will have to do in terms of proving my words ring true.”
He pulls out a letter, with the official wax seal of the Santekh Council imprinted onto it. He waves it at the two hostile adventurers.
”Again, I’m under the impression this is for Sera’s eye only, so you understand that I cannot simply pass it over to those who possibly be the people that are accompanying the person I seek.”
He sees Sera announce herself, and unstraps his quarter staff and longsword onto the ground. Once he’s shown that he’s unarmed, he walks slowly towards her, with the letter in front of him.
He scratches his chin, eyes now half open as he 's disinterested in the theatrics of the elf's threat.
"I've been sent by the Santekh Council to deliver a message of importance. Seeing that you're not a human, I imagine you're the one known as Hastos. The ears give it away."
Hastos looks skeptical, and a little disappointed. “Oh.” He says flatly and with another swish of the axe, the flames extinguish and he returns it to its place on his back.
”From the council? Well you kinda need to provide proof, besides the fact that you found us here and know our names” He looks over the Harengon “He kinda looks like I imagined Nare would if he got washed up, don’tcha think Haz?”
Hastos gives the Haregon an evaluating look. “I suppose so. Better dressed, though.” And with a quick glance of the Haregon‘s sword (Investigation: 12), he adds “…and better armed.”
The Haregon produces the letter from the council and say's “Again, I’m under the impression this is for Sera’s eye only, so you understand that I cannot simply pass it over to those who possibly be the people that are accompanying the person I seek.”
“Oh I believe you.” Hastos says with a chuckle. “I believe you.”
He scratches his chin, eyes now half open as he 's disinterested in the theatrics of the elf's threat.
"I've been sent by the Santekh Council to deliver a message of importance. Seeing that you're not a human, I imagine you're the one known as Hastos. The ears give it away."
Hastos looks skeptical, and a little disappointed. “Oh.” He says flatly and with another swish of the axe, the flames extinguish and he returns it to its place on his back.
”From the council? Well you kinda need to provide proof, besides the fact that you found us here and know our names” He looks over the Harengon “He kinda looks like I imagined Nare would if he got washed up, don’tcha think Haz?”
Hastos gives the Haregon an evaluating look. “I suppose so. Better dressed, though.” And with a quick glance of the Haregon‘s sword (Investigation: 12), he adds “…and better armed.”
While holding the letter to Sera, he turns to Hastos with a grin.
”why thank you. My opinion of you has elevated, my fairly similarly well dressed and well armed comrade.”
You sir, are a paranoid fellow, which I only half respect. But fair, I suppose this will have to do in terms of proving my words ring true.”
“Paranoid? nah, not really scared of much, but we have reason to be wary of newcomers asking after our Cleric”
He pulls out a letter, with the official wax seal of the Santekh Council imprinted onto it. He waves it at the two hostile adventurers.
”Again, I’m under the impression this is for Sera’s eye only, so you understand that I cannot simply pass it over to those who possibly be the people that are accompanying the person I seek.”
He sees Sera announce herself, and unstraps his quarter staff and longsword onto the ground. Once he’s shown that he’s unarmed, he walks slowly towards her, with the letter in front of him.
Hastos gives the Haregon an evaluating look. “I suppose so. Better dressed, though.” And with a quick glance of the Haregon‘s sword (Investigation: 12), he adds “…and better armed.”
Eyes watching the letter wave around he relaxes and puts his daggers away. As the newcomer drops the obvious weapons. “Yeah maybe but pretty sure we gotta worry more about the book”
As the letter trades hands he asks “What’s it say Sera?”
Take the letter with a wax seal.." thank you for coming all this way..." she wants to ask uf he know of a better way than across a poisin gas lava field that was suppoused to be a shortcut here...but her belives in Buckeran as good guide had perished a while ago.
Maybe this Haregon would provide a better guide. He was aweful clean even.
Breaks the seal an read loud the letter;
To the Asumptive Dawns of Dawnbound:
Kasi hopes you are safe and succeed in your quest. Kasi's spies keep an eye on Gallus, servant of Lord Goldenspear. He sneaks around, and hires assassins to attack you. Kasi has sent guild members to protect Dawnbound. Kasi has arrested Gallus, and awaits trial. But watch your back. You'll know the guild members by their guild signets. Anyone not wearing them may be an assassin.
- Councilor Kasi of Santekh, Reverent Aura of Dawnbound
(Does Merkas see a signet ring on the newcomer? Passive Perception is 10, but rolled a 6 for actively looking)
”Maybe, but it depends if you meet the criteria. What rank did Kasi give you?” Merkas’ arms remain crossed as he asks his questions. “But mostly, What’s your name?”
He scoffs, and folds his arm similarly. “My name is Yuki. The fact that I had the letter, it was sealed as I handed it over and not even the dumbest assassin would simply walk up to their target and dump their gear on the ground should be more than enough to tell you that I’m not here to kill or betray you. I’m here to join you all.”
“That’s a great way to not answer the questions. Besides your name anyway. And we aint got our weapons out either so we’re obviously giving you the benefit of the doubt.” Eying the tome at his hip “Depends on the method the assassin uses, not all of ‘em use blades”
After a second Merkas sighs and gets down from Barkly. He walks over to Yuki and reaches out a hand. “Sorry bout that, we’re just so used to being attacked by every person we come across we get defensive quick, seems monster and critters like us better, always seems to be a way to get them on our side, but people…” He shrugs “Nevermind all that. I’m Merkas Flinttassle, pleased to meet you Yuki, that’s Barkly, and Bucky, and over there is Orr, thanks for coming.”
Hastos walks over and picks up Yoshis weapons and brings them over to him. Holding them out, he says “You, uh, don’t want to be to far from these.”
”Thanks for the message.”
He turns to the others. “Predictable of Goldenspear. Better for the town that we let him incriminate himself rather than just outright executing him in public. While I’m not sure what the penalty for multiple counts of conspiracy to commit murder is, it should neutralize him for a while.. ”
“Jumpy?! Ha, you’d be jumpy to if you pointed at a mushroom and it exploded in your face! Speaking of which…” He turns back to the older kender on the Giant Striders back “Bucky, myconids feed the home mushroom things with dead things right, for fold and stuff, like fertilizer? Do you think that this grove of mushrooms would account for a large dragon body? Like this is part of what’s causing the dragon magic to leach into the ground and contaminate stuff?”
Merkas pats Yuki on the arm and heads back to his mount. “You’re gonna have to explain the dice sometime but for now we gotta figure out how to neutralize some mushroom folk with cabin fever before the clean up gets here. And we really don’t want to exterminate them if we can help it”
“That’s a great way to not answer the questions. Besides your name anyway. And we aint got our weapons out either so we’re obviously giving you the benefit of the doubt.” Eying the tome at his hip “Depends on the method the assassin uses, not all of ‘em use blades”
After a second Merkas sighs and gets down from Barkly. He walks over to Yuki and reaches out a hand. “Sorry bout that, we’re just so used to being attacked by every person we come across we get defensive quick, seems monster and critters like us better, always seems to be a way to get them on our side, but people…” He shrugs “Nevermind all that. I’m Merkas Flinttassle, pleased to meet you Yuki, that’s Barkly, and Bucky, and over there is Orr, thanks for coming.”
Buckeran waves his disfigured and happily at the new Harengon who's come to join them. His excitement over seeing a new rabbitkin is clearly spread across his face. "A far-travellor! And so fancy too! You must have many stories to tell of your homeland, which I'd love to chronical if you'll permit me. I must say, harengon fascinate me! Such varied and excited creatures. So full of mystery!"
He hops off Barkly and wonders toward Yuki, fidgeting with the few fingers he has remaining, and puts on his magic monacle. Then he studies the new acquaintance's weapons and clothing. "Fascinating! A Longsword of Wounding! I presume Kasi made that for you? She's gotten quite good at forging weapons then. If true, she's to be commended!" He let's out a low whistle. "And a lovely cloak! Fascinating... truly wondrous! If you ever grow tired of it, I'm sure I can purchase it from you for a good price... mhmmhmm!" His choked giggle at the thought of adding to his already massive collecting of rare magic items reveals a somewhat greedy nature. He has a reputation for hording oddities in Santekh, which precedes him from his Bandit years when he was young. He eyes your rings with somewhat less interest, but lets out a faint, "Hm..." at the one that isn't a signet ring. And decides to let the topic drop.
"Where was I... we've been struggling to make headway into this dragon's lair. And I've no intention to rest until we've cleared out the horde. I get first dibs on the treasure, for the Santekh treasury, of course, and I assume much of it will need to be purified before it's usable to you, but you're welcome to whatever you can carry. The council is more concerned with purifying this den than whatever gold and weapons may be found inside. Even though I'd love to talk in depth about your travels here, we really must move along. Are you fresh to continue your travels?"
Orr the Unseen remains where they are. They appear much more interested in the behavior of the myconids than this introduction. The fire burst that started it all is finally out, and the myconids are moving west to put out more of the flames. Smoke is starting to filter out of the chamber, but the air is still acrid and stings the eyes a bit. With the myconids still fussing over their grove it seems you still have a few moments of respite before they potentially become a threat again. Still this magical madness intrigues the introspective orc. If it can turn a circle of myconids mad, then why wasn't the carrion eater equally affected. Perhaps it has something to do with levels of intelligence? If so, Orr the Unseen has cause for concern. How long can we remain in this cavern before the magic starts plaguing the party? Minutes? Years? A more powerful student of arcane or divine arts would be able to answer these questions. They take a moment to stare up at the crystalline ceiling... no sky above. No stars. Even with the night sky to grant them wisdom, they are inadequate to the task. But here... in this den, they feel strangely disconnected and slow to thought.
The crystal archway remains to the north. To the west and east, there are more areas of the den to explore as well. Due to the fact that the myconids are scrambling everywhere, it's safe to say there are no traps in this part of the dungeon.
Merkas stands in the shower, hands in his pockets, casually taking in whats happening around him. Looking back at Sera he shrugs “Feels normal to me, you saying there’s a life where I can be fat and live in hole the ground? Sounds boring” Wandering over to Barkly he pats he on the neck as he mounts. Whispering to her “You did good”
Following as Sera works at dousing the flames he continues as if someone asked “Besides by my count I haven’t blown up anything, The horn was faulty-not my fault, Orr blew out the wall-him not me, Barkly set off the mushrooms, I told her to sure, but I didn’t cause the explosion, pretty sure nothing blew up in the graveyard, the dragon army guys was pretty straight forward, we negotiated our way out of the caves we went to, and nothing blew up in the caravan on our whole trip, so No I don’t blow things up everywhere I go“
Loyalty Begets Honour
Myconid Black erupts into flames! Flailing and stumbling, it dies where it stands. A mouthwatering aromatic scent fills the air as it sizzles and crisps.
Myconid Blue is a bit swifter in its step, and the axe whooshes at its heels! It's wild charge towards its mushroom grove makes its escape pattern too hard to predict, and the firebolt explodes into the ground!
Myconid Black is dead.
Some of the fires begin to die out, and the cavern gets really smokey. The dirt on the ground has become a thin slick of mud over stone and it's getting tricky to walk on firm ground. The myconids continue fussing over their mushroom grove, no longer concerned with your presense.
Barkly clucks happily at Merkas's loving care. Her eyes close in pleasure from the neck rubs and allows Merkas back on with a shrug.
Buckeran looks between Sera and Merkas as the two are going at it again. He's amused at their antics. It reminds him of his glory days as a bandit. "The question remains about what to do with these myconids. We can't have them assaulting the clean up crew that will be coming in after we clear up the dragon's horde. They're mostly healers. Their job is to purify the residual curse, not battle hordes of enemies."
The myconids scramble to the next nearest mushroom that's still on fire while Sera walks about the grove dousing the flames. The seem solely preoccupied with saving the grove, and pass by members of Dawnbound with zero regard for their own safety. Their faces still stretched out in a soundless shriek of panic.
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Casually walking from the south east, is a snow white Haregon. Dressed in a white and red cloth, he has a sizeable backpack compared to his 5'8ft height. He has a longsword sheathed to his side as well as a leather tome strapped to his hip. He walks with purpose, but in a relaxed manner.
He stops and takes in the sight behold him: fire, rain, muck, the smell of death, and misery.
"You lot must be the Dawnbound. Who here is the cleric known as Sera?"
He says this with a cheery smile, though his hand rests on his hilt cautiously.
“It depends.” Hastos replies as he turns to the Haregon, his great axe still engulfed in flames. He spins it with a flourish leaving a trail of embers floating in the air.
”Who is it that asks? If you are yet another bounty hunter, this will be a short conversation.”
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
He scratches his chin, eyes now half open as he 's disinterested in the theatrics of the elf's threat.
"I've been sent by the Santekh Council to deliver a message of importance. Seeing that you're not a human, I imagine you're the one known as Hastos. The ears give it away."
“…and I agree with you Bucky, but we also don’t want wiping this whole group out on out heads too…” Merkas’ words fade out at the flash of Hastos axe and the word ‘assassin’. “Barkly!” The strider turns and pulls up beside Hastos, daggers out, between the newcomer and where Sera is. “Trouble Haz?”
”From the council? Well you kinda need to provide proof, besides the fact that you found us here and know our names” He looks over the Harengon “He kinda looks like I imagined Nare would if he got washed up, don’tcha think Haz?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Sera watched as a new haregon appeared from the side, claiming to be sent by the council in Santech.
“Yes, Merkas… he does look like Nare, if Nare ever bothered to wash,” she muttered dryly.
She pushed wet hair back from her face. Rain still dripped from her Create Water, the sudden downpour having turned the ground to mud—but at least the flames were out, and the little mushroom men who had just been attacking them were no longer burning, now slowly recovering.
“I am Sera,” she said, straightening despite the chaos. “Nice to meet you… even if the circumstances are a bit chaotic.” Her tone remained polite, if tired. “What does the council in Santech have to say that could not wait until our return?”
A knot settled in her stomach. She already dreaded the answer.
“Of course it’s bad news,” she muttered under her breath, battle-worn and cynical. “No one sends a messenger this far for good tidings.”
"
He snorts, as he starts rummaging through his pockets for something.
”You sir, are a paranoid fellow, which I only half respect. But fair, I suppose this will have to do in terms of proving my words ring true.”
He pulls out a letter, with the official wax seal of the Santekh Council imprinted onto it. He waves it at the two hostile adventurers.
”Again, I’m under the impression this is for Sera’s eye only, so you understand that I cannot simply pass it over to those who possibly be the people that are accompanying the person I seek.”
He sees Sera announce herself, and unstraps his quarter staff and longsword onto the ground. Once he’s shown that he’s unarmed, he walks slowly towards her, with the letter in front of him.
Hastos looks skeptical, and a little disappointed. “Oh.” He says flatly and with another swish of the axe, the flames extinguish and he returns it to its place on his back.
Hastos gives the Haregon an evaluating look. “I suppose so. Better dressed, though.” And with a quick glance of the Haregon‘s sword (Investigation: 12), he adds “…and better armed.”
“Oh I believe you.” Hastos says with a chuckle. “I believe you.”
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
While holding the letter to Sera, he turns to Hastos with a grin.
”why thank you. My opinion of you has elevated, my fairly similarly well dressed and well armed comrade.”
“Paranoid? nah, not really scared of much, but we have reason to be wary of newcomers asking after our Cleric”
Eyes watching the letter wave around he relaxes and puts his daggers away. As the newcomer drops the obvious weapons. “Yeah maybe but pretty sure we gotta worry more about the book”
As the letter trades hands he asks “What’s it say Sera?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Take the letter with a wax seal.." thank you for coming all this way..." she wants to ask uf he know of a better way than across a poisin gas lava field that was suppoused to be a shortcut here...but her belives in Buckeran as good guide had perished a while ago.
Maybe this Haregon would provide a better guide. He was aweful clean even.
Breaks the seal an read loud the letter;
To the Asumptive Dawns of Dawnbound:
Kasi hopes you are safe and succeed in your quest. Kasi's spies keep an eye on Gallus, servant of Lord Goldenspear. He sneaks around, and hires assassins to attack you. Kasi has sent guild members to protect Dawnbound. Kasi has arrested Gallus, and awaits trial. But watch your back. You'll know the guild members by their guild signets. Anyone not wearing them may be an assassin.
- Councilor Kasi of Santekh, Reverent Aura of Dawnbound
He patiently waits for her to finish reading the letter, then looks at the three of you.
”There, good enough proof for you all?”
(Does Merkas see a signet ring on the newcomer? Passive Perception is 10, but rolled a 6 for actively looking)
”Maybe, but it depends if you meet the criteria. What rank did Kasi give you?” Merkas’ arms remain crossed as he asks his questions. “But mostly, What’s your name?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
He scoffs, and folds his arm similarly.
“My name is Yuki. The fact that I had the letter, it was sealed as I handed it over and not even the dumbest assassin would simply walk up to their target and dump their gear on the ground should be more than enough to tell you that I’m not here to kill or betray you. I’m here to join you all.”
“That’s a great way to not answer the questions. Besides your name anyway. And we aint got our weapons out either so we’re obviously giving you the benefit of the doubt.” Eying the tome at his hip “Depends on the method the assassin uses, not all of ‘em use blades”
After a second Merkas sighs and gets down from Barkly. He walks over to Yuki and reaches out a hand. “Sorry bout that, we’re just so used to being attacked by every person we come across we get defensive quick, seems monster and critters like us better, always seems to be a way to get them on our side, but people…” He shrugs “Nevermind all that. I’m Merkas Flinttassle, pleased to meet you Yuki, that’s Barkly, and Bucky, and over there is Orr, thanks for coming.”
Loyalty Begets Honour
He looks at the hand extended, and drops a pair of dice onto them.
(Rolled 2d6, and got a 6 and a 4.)
He squints at the results, plucks the dice out of the hand, then firmly shake it.
”You’re a somewhat solid fellow, maybe a bit jumpy but I’m sure we’ll get along just fine”, he says cheerfully.
Hastos walks over and picks up Yoshis weapons and brings them over to him. Holding them out, he says “You, uh, don’t want to be to far from these.”
”Thanks for the message.”
He turns to the others. “Predictable of Goldenspear. Better for the town that we let him incriminate himself rather than just outright executing him in public. While I’m not sure what the penalty for multiple counts of conspiracy to commit murder is, it should neutralize him for a while.. ”
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
“Jumpy?! Ha, you’d be jumpy to if you pointed at a mushroom and it exploded in your face! Speaking of which…” He turns back to the older kender on the Giant Striders back “Bucky, myconids feed the home mushroom things with dead things right, for fold and stuff, like fertilizer? Do you think that this grove of mushrooms would account for a large dragon body? Like this is part of what’s causing the dragon magic to leach into the ground and contaminate stuff?”
Merkas pats Yuki on the arm and heads back to his mount. “You’re gonna have to explain the dice sometime but for now we gotta figure out how to neutralize some mushroom folk with cabin fever before the clean up gets here. And we really don’t want to exterminate them if we can help it”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Buckeran waves his disfigured and happily at the new Harengon who's come to join them. His excitement over seeing a new rabbitkin is clearly spread across his face. "A far-travellor! And so fancy too! You must have many stories to tell of your homeland, which I'd love to chronical if you'll permit me. I must say, harengon fascinate me! Such varied and excited creatures. So full of mystery!"
He hops off Barkly and wonders toward Yuki, fidgeting with the few fingers he has remaining, and puts on his magic monacle. Then he studies the new acquaintance's weapons and clothing. "Fascinating! A Longsword of Wounding! I presume Kasi made that for you? She's gotten quite good at forging weapons then. If true, she's to be commended!" He let's out a low whistle. "And a lovely cloak! Fascinating... truly wondrous! If you ever grow tired of it, I'm sure I can purchase it from you for a good price... mhmmhmm!" His choked giggle at the thought of adding to his already massive collecting of rare magic items reveals a somewhat greedy nature. He has a reputation for hording oddities in Santekh, which precedes him from his Bandit years when he was young. He eyes your rings with somewhat less interest, but lets out a faint, "Hm..." at the one that isn't a signet ring. And decides to let the topic drop.
"Where was I... we've been struggling to make headway into this dragon's lair. And I've no intention to rest until we've cleared out the horde. I get first dibs on the treasure, for the Santekh treasury, of course, and I assume much of it will need to be purified before it's usable to you, but you're welcome to whatever you can carry. The council is more concerned with purifying this den than whatever gold and weapons may be found inside. Even though I'd love to talk in depth about your travels here, we really must move along. Are you fresh to continue your travels?"
Orr the Unseen remains where they are. They appear much more interested in the behavior of the myconids than this introduction. The fire burst that started it all is finally out, and the myconids are moving west to put out more of the flames. Smoke is starting to filter out of the chamber, but the air is still acrid and stings the eyes a bit. With the myconids still fussing over their grove it seems you still have a few moments of respite before they potentially become a threat again. Still this magical madness intrigues the introspective orc. If it can turn a circle of myconids mad, then why wasn't the carrion eater equally affected. Perhaps it has something to do with levels of intelligence? If so, Orr the Unseen has cause for concern. How long can we remain in this cavern before the magic starts plaguing the party? Minutes? Years? A more powerful student of arcane or divine arts would be able to answer these questions. They take a moment to stare up at the crystalline ceiling... no sky above. No stars. Even with the night sky to grant them wisdom, they are inadequate to the task. But here... in this den, they feel strangely disconnected and slow to thought.
The crystal archway remains to the north. To the west and east, there are more areas of the den to explore as well. Due to the fact that the myconids are scrambling everywhere, it's safe to say there are no traps in this part of the dungeon.
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My Campaigns:
Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread (PbP); Secrets of the Island (On Discord)
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Krik-tul, Thri-kreen monk