Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [2][IC][2024]

OOC whose turn?

There are no turns currently, it is free actions/roleplay time.

Dirk looks at all the kobolds and at the party it feels good to be busy.  As he eats he creates little effects a cool mist or smoke from a plate.

Irtos quite enjoys dinner with the kobolds. It reminds her of her younger years when she was raised with kobolds. 

"I guess you all must be quite exhausted and not talkative tonight," Vernoth says slowly before she returns to her own meal. Tarak offers you a sympathetic smile in return while Runara lets you know that the kobolds have cleaned and prepared one of the monastic cells for you and you are free to stay as long as you desire. It has one bed and enough space on the floor to fit the sleeping bags or blankets for the rest of you. 

"If you are looking for some more work to do, I might have a task for you too," Tarak says in a bit. "But maybe come back tomorrow after you've had your rest."

Onji states his appreciation for dinner and place to rest.  "I will be glad to sleep on the floor....I am also interest to hear Tarak about additional help tomorrow.  "

Irtos says, "I'll take the floor under the bed." She then explains, "I grew up with kobolds, I prefer things cozy."

Dirk sits back to a wall and quietly sleeps eyes open shallow breathing his thoughts wander to many things which have led him here.  Who can I trust?  What will I find?  Will Onji always charge into the fray…

So after a good nights sleep where no one used the bed, to we head out to the graveyard?

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So after a good nights sleep where no one used the bed, to we head out to the graveyard?

 OOC needed some place to lay my weapons and place my rucksack.

Dirk wakes up creates a little urd and begins practicing draconic, “Pleased to see you little fire-scale.” The little elemental created flies in a loop-d-loop.  “How’s your little sparking breath?”  Blue cinders shoot from the urd’s little Smokey mouth.

Dirk collects his things heading out to see a sunrise…

"Since I don't have to sleep I'll leave the bed for whoever wants it."

Marin only needs several hours in trance so will be up hours before the earliest riser.

Once we all have had a chance to welcome the day, "If we can't procure a decent map then one of us should make a crude one as we travel... if nothing else it could save us time if we get turned around."

Luckily Dirk has been working on a map ever since we laid eyes on the island…

Irtos crawls out from under the bed, rested and ready to go. The smell of breakfast draws her to the cafeteria and the bevy of kobolds. 

Onji joins the others for breakfast.

“What a couple of deep stone mushrooms wouldn’t do for a couple of dwarves, you agree Onji?”  Dirk asks in dwarven.  The hilt of Dirks scimitar shiny and showing runes for the elements lightly read by Dirk’s left hand.

Onji looks to Dirk, and says something in goblin "Sorry I don't know what you say."  Then in common, "sorry I don't know dwarven."

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Onji looks to Dirk, and says something in goblin "Sorry I don't know what you say."  Then in common, "sorry I don't know dwarven."

 “I suspected, I just had to know.  Why don’t you know our language?  Have you ever had a deep stone mushroom? What language did you just speak?”

Onji looks at Dirk like he has mushrooms growing out of his head, "I never heard of a deep stone mushroom....As for not speaking dwarven, I was never around anyone long enough who knew it.  My parents did not know it and It never occurred for me to ask why not.  Selling produce, there would be dwarves that spoke it so I recognize the language, just have no clue about any words....I answered in Goblin."

After a good night of rest, you've woken feeling refreshed and somehow stronger, despite nobody actually using the bed. Now while you are having breakfast, Tarak joins you. 
"Runara told me you were planning to visit the graveyard to pay your respects to one of our former inhabitants. It is atop the cliffs at the northern point of the island, northwest from here."

He keeps quiet for a moment, then clears his throat. "Well, if you don't mind, could you do a favour for me after that? The sea caves southwest of here are inhabited my a colony of myconids. We used to trade with them, but recently they have rejected my visits. I would really want to reestablish contact with them. So... do you mind visiting the caves and finding out what's wrong with the myconids?"

He marks the location on Dirk's map.