Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

"Thank you for the Dagger Quentin" The minotaur will say with a smile... Mucor, after he is finished collecting the tongues of the enemies as proof of a job well done... will pull out the small bag of herbs and give them a quick examination.. (Nature 4)

(Unless they are mushrooms, Mucor is definitally willing to let anyone who wants them have them... same with the potions he picked up. He has just been acting like a pack mule when he finds things lol!)

"Theres..." Quentin squints his eyes at the letter as a pattern slowly leaps out at him and he calls out to his party, "theres somethin' else here ya'll"

"I, N, T, H..." His voice trails off but his lips continue moving, an unmistakable look of iron-clad concentration and grim seriousness across his visage. Finally the rogue's lips stop moving and his eyes widen, then looking up from the parchment he says "This thang gots a hidden message n' it." He clears his throat and does his best to subdue his usual method of speech, "In three weeks I arrive." He looks around again with wide eyes before looking back to the letter, "Then it ends with S, an' E, and the letters T-E-L-G-U-N." Quentin's brow furrows in thought for a moment, "Ya'll reckon S an' E means southeast, like that'd be where this feller is comin' up from? Or do it mean SETELGUN, as in like a name or somthin'? Maybe backward like, NUGLETES? Either way partners, we gotsta get this in t'Jessie's hands or them Elder's hands up n' Riverwood like right quick, sure nuff."

"I could go for some nugletes right now" The minotaur would say with a grumble of his belly.

Contained within the herb pouch are the ingredients for two poisons and one potion of healing.

(World map of Eraas)

Yera pondered the message for a moment. "Does it mean three weeks from right now, three weeks from when this was sent, or three weeks from when it was received?" Caught in this deep contemplation, the halfling began to developed a headache and removed it from her thoughts.

"Anyone want some herbs used for making poison?" The minotaur would say holding the bag in the air, looking towards his companions. "They are not mushrooms and I cannot eat these so whoever wants them can have them... there is another healing potion in the bag as well someone can have... I am carrying a number of them already." He will say with a snort.

(was reading back through and...)

On all of the orcs, goblins, ogres and cultists you find the same tattoo.  On the dark acolytes and fanatic you find the symbol is branded into their skin.  The brand seems to be placed over the spot where the tattoo previously resided as the burnt skin still has portions of the black ink.  

Gabriel removes his iron helm and runs a hand over his shaved scalp. "The mystery deepens. Whether Setelgun, Telgun, or Nugletes, an enemy of our enemy is our friend. I suggest we seek out this thing, whether it is a creature, item, or location. It could provide the answers we are looking for. " He wipes his bloodied axe on his stained robes and falls silent.

Mucor would have removed the different tattoos and brands and tossed them in the sack with the tongues as per the request by quentin. Once done, Mucor would examine the blade to see if it has any magic properties...

Arcana? 5

Quentin furrows his brow in thought as Yera voices a series of very good questions. "Damn Yera, that's a right good question, and I sure nuff cain't answer it. I reckon we assume the worst, and that these boys'll be here sooner rather n' later."

The rogue then nods in response to Gabriel's comments. "I like where yer head's at Gabriel. Anythin' we can use t' get a leg up on these bastards will be a welcome advantage. As stands right now, we're just pissin' into the wind. Though I swear... Telgun... that's ringin' a bell somewhere back in my damn mind." Quentin scratches his head as if trying to physically conjure the association to the fore of his brain.

History Check, to see if Quentin can remember the name of the continent on which he is standing (lol): 22

Taking a quick pause from wracking his memory, the rogue glances around at their surroundings and then back at his companions. "Well ya'll, whats the next move? Do we mosey on over t' the next cave like'n we originally planned, or do we high tail it back t' Riverwood and let ole' boy Jessie know what we dug up?" While he is asking the group about their next plan of action, Quentin will make a last circuit of the chamber, looking around at the walls and floor and ceiling and just trying to see if there is anything of significance that they might have missed before the group departs.

General Perception Check of the chamber: 22

General Investigation Check of the chamber: 9

"We could send Grunting back with the information while we move to the next cave... I think he travels the fastest and could probably travel even faster alone." Mucor would say giving the kenku a hard pat on the shoulder."The rest of us could then investigate the other cave..."

Mucor- The blade seems sharp, ornate and well made.  The blade seems to have a red undertones when the light from the torches hits the blade just right.  You do notice that the blade cuts so well that as you cut the tattoos and brands from flesh they don't bleed.

Quentin- Other than the racks of weapons, shelves and giant statue nothing seems out of place.  

"Kaaww" (I can do that.  Let me take one more look at the map.)  Grunting responds as she looks over the map and hands it back to Mucor.  

*I hope you are OK with that idea DM, I just imagine it is no fun for you having to control him lol *

(Did that History check jog Quentin's brain on the name Telgun? If we send Grunting back with the intel, I just want to make sure we have it as clarified as we can manage. Also, I think sending Grunting back was a great idea Wreck, seriously, I laughed out loud that it hadn't even occurred to me. *thumbs up*)

Gabriel replaces his helm. "Let us be rid of this foul place. It stinks of sin and blood. " 

Onyx bangs his warhammer against a shield, "More caves to explore? More heads to crush." The gray dwarf ready and willing to continue the fight. The panting escaping him however, was from exhaustion, not uncontrolled excitement.  Blood seeped from several spots in his armor. Some not his own, but most was. (15/45)

Quentin- oh ya you definitely know Telgun is the continent your on.  The thrill of battle just clogged your memory for a second.  

(Completely fine with Grunting heading back to town.  Great idea)

Mucor, once done examining the dagger will slide it into his belt and take the map back from Grunting and give her another pat on the shoulder. As the minotaur hears his dwarven ally speak, and Mucor notices the wounds covering his friend.. Mucor would once again conjure up some of the familiar glowing green spores and take them into the palm of his hand before moving over to Onyx and rubbing them all over the top of his head. healing him for 4 (cure wounds)

The rogue shakes his head as realization dawns on him and he turns with a sheepish, crooked smile towards his companions. "Well I'll be a blue ass'd baboon ya'll, I cain't believe m' damn brain sometimes. Telgun... it's the damn continent. These bunch o' rascals wanna take the whole kit n' cabootle for themselves."

Quentin jogs over to Grunting and passes the Kenku the letter, pointing out clearly for his companion the characters in the document that spell out the hidden message. "There ya' go Grunty, now make sure ya' don't get yer feathers all n' a ruffle explainin' it all to Jessie an' the town Elders. Take some o' them brands n' tongues n' whatnot that Mucor done cut loose from these bodies an' show em' to the town's big shots, yeah? Tell em' what ya done saw here. Ride that frog o' yours like ya done stole it and don't stop for nuthin' till ya get there. The whole town, hell, the whole dang continent could be in danger, sure nuff. Be safe, feather brain." Quentin grins and winks as he says the last, giving the Kenku a fond pat on the shoulder.

Turning to the rest of his party, the rogue gives them a nod. "We ready to saddle up ya'll? Or you reckon we take a quick breather here for a bit afore' we rush into the next welcomin' party?"

"I imagine a short rest wouldn't hurt" Mucor would say, waving his hand once more and making himself a small mound of dirt the perfect night to act as a chair to rest on...