Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

"Coming.  Good idea Aryn, I agree. " Torq says telepathically to the group.  Torq will walk up to the carriage by Alexandria and Juliana and ask, "Mind if I join you?"  

(assuming they let him join... will roll once I get home.  Can't get it right on my phone.)

Torq will compliment their performance again and their beauty. He'll open the carriage door for them to enter and exit once they arrive to the Tranquil Waters.  He'll massage their shoulders and inspect their wounds from the battle, if they have any.

(Good luck Torq!)

Persuasion:    15

If Mucor happened to be anywhere nearby when this was happening. he would have cast enhance ability Twice on Torq, using his last charge of his amulet so both could be active at the same time to boost his charisma and endurance!

Mucor would head straight to the carriage. The minotaur didnt wear much aside from his armor and a few simple wrappings. all of his belongings were kept in his bag of holding other than his shield and staff as he met up with the others. 

As Torq enters the carriage he will say telepathically to Torq, "Tonight, you're gonna have yourself, a real good time.  You'll feel ali-i-ive." as bardic inspiration.

Add a d10 to your roll.  

"I concur Aryn.  Let's depart and get some much needed rest."  Gaelin replies to the group smiling as he and Valeera walk hand in hand to their carriage.

(@Mucor- Lol our wingman sense was tingling and we came to the rescue at the same time.)

(Thanks guys.  Y'all are the real MVPs.)

3 bardic inspiration

Total 17!

(hahaha nice guys.  Mucor- he doesn't need charisma since he already has advantage.  He may need endurance tho)

Alexandria and Juliana swoon over your compliments and reciprocate the kind gesture remarking how brave you were to dive down to the ships and crash them into each other.  They thoroughly enjoy and welcome your touch as you gently rub their shoulders.  (Your move)

(Jinara- let me know if you're teleporting or going to the spa.)

As the group departs the sun rises into the air casting long shadows and warms the cool ocean air.  The town begins to bustle as the townsfolk exit their homes and fortifications as the bells quit ringing and a few quick reports of a horn sound across the sky.  A general cheer fills the streets as people embrace one another happy that the months of siege and war have come to an end, at least on their doorstep, and they take a moment to rejoice.  You arrive at the Tranquil Waters bathhouse and spa.  A large stone and driftwood structure with intricately carved columns stands before you.  You enter through large driftwood doors that have ornate wave shaped glass inlaid in them. 

The air shifts from salty and smokey to fruity and tropical.  Various stalks of incense glow and emit a thin trail of pleasant vapor.  You are lead to one of the two large private baths.  The large room is square and the pool sits int eh center of the room with steps that descend into it.  The crystal clear water appears to be between 5-6 feet deep but the wide steps act as sitting platforms that are only 2 feet into the water.  Around the central pool are multiple tables and semi open stalls to hold clothes and disrobe.  3 female attendants stand and bow waiting to assist anyone out of their armor or clothes if needed, or bring any food/ refreshment upon request. One female elf steps forward and says,  "Welcome to Tranquil Waters.  Please let us know how we can be of any assistance to you.  My name is Feywynn.  This is Pahmela and Brixy.  We will be your handlers for your visit today."  One female human stands holding a stack of robes while the third female blue tiefling waits patiently for orders with her hands clasp behind her back.

Aryn will walk over to one of the tables and move it closer to the pool and set her bag on top of it. She’ll then begin to disrobe and ask Brixy, “Do you have a cleaning service for our clothes as well?”  If so, she’ll hand over her clothes, if not she’ll place her clothes on the table as well.  She placed her belt of daggers on the table and says to everyone, “Don’t touch this table.”  

She’ll then grab a small cloth and descend into the water and begin scrubbing off the blood and ash.  For any peering eyes, her chestnut brown skin shows multiple scars on her side and back from what appear to be puncture wounds that have long since healed. A few fresh wounds clogged with grime and clotted blood appear as dark lines along her right shoulder and left hip. Her deep purple hair appears to glow against her body as she takes it down from its tied up bun and drapes a few inches below her shoulders.  

While having a slender athletic body her curves are somewhat larger than expected or perceived from her normally tight corset and leather armor that she wears. Her hair floats as she eases deeper into the pool and swims across to the other side before perching herself on the long step facing the table with her bag on it. She begins to wash herself and continuously looks up at her table as if daring someone to approach it. 

Gaelin and Valeera will walk forward and follow suit behind Aryn. “Thank you. Can we get some ale or mead and a couple haunches of meat as well as some fruit?”  

He’ll walk towards Aryn’s table and toss his bag down beside it. Giving her a grin while he began to take off his armor and clothes. Gaelin was young and still growing into his body. He wasn’t overly muscular but wasn’t weak. His light tan skin was not as weathered as his much older sister but it did bear a few signs of damage. Mainly a burn scar on his left shoulder and a few small puncture scars on his abdomen.

Once unclothed he would hand his clothes to the attendant or throw them next to his things. (Depending on what Xtra decides) and escort Valeera into the pool. A trail of dirt, ash and blood follow behind him as he enters and plunged beneath the waters surface. His head pops back out and he wriggles his head shaking the water from his long brown hair while his pointy ears poked through as he shook.  Water drips from the end of his pencil goatee and he makes his way to a corner adjacent to Aryn and begins to remove the top layer of muck from his skin. 

(ooc: Mucor would give him strength and endurance thenifhe didnt need charisma)

Mucor would follow behind his companions, removing his wooden breastplate, shield, and bag and sitting them on the ground near the table. He would then lean his staff against the table before looking to Aryn sticking out one finger and giving the table a playful poke. With a anort and a Grin, Mucor would make his way into the water. The minotaur was tall and muscular. With his clothing removed it was easy to notice his muscles moving underneath his thick brown hair. Aling his back are scars from the group's crescent battles, as well as much older ones that appear to have been caused by teeth and claws. As he enters the clear liquid, the water around him would darken and shimmer as though the minotaur were a leaking oil tanker. on e in the center, He would submerge his body and shake himself back and forth as his hair swayed and extended out from his body. As more and more dirt fled the minotaurs hair, the water would discolor further. After standing back up and noticing what he had done to the water, he would cast Purify Food and Drink multie times under his breath until the water was clean once more. The minotaur would then move to the edge of the pool and sprawl out, showing no signs of shame or worry. "This is nice." He would say nodding to his companions. with his arms stretched out on the edge of the pool, he would let his head relax backwards as he closed his eyes. periodically however he would open one of his large eyes and glance towards ArynRit

Aryn will use Shape Water to create a throwing knife of ice and fling it towards the table before Mucor's finger could touch it.  (Fighting spirit for advantage.)

Xtra let me know what I need to roll and what to add to it.

(lol)

@Aryn-  Roll for attack and add your dex modifier plus your proficiency bonus.  

You notice from the time you head down to the carriage and when you arrive at Tranquil Waters that Valeera is already clean in her human form.  Her ornate leather armor, red robe and skin seem unblemished.  She admires Aryn's confidence and while Gaelin gets undressed takes a couple steps towards the water waiting for him to join her still fully clothed.  As they step into the water you watch as the boots, appear to vanish showing light skinned feet followed by the bottom of her robe and with each step her clothes disappear from sight.  Her long braided red hair appears to glow and the temperature of the pool increases from her body heat, steam rising around the areas that touch her skin.  She sits beside Gaelin and aids him in washing off the gore using one of the many cloths that lie on each of the tables.  

Attack:   18

Aryn watches as Mucor coyly approaches the table and the moment he lifts his arm she flings a dagger of ice that pins itself right where his finger was going to poke.  "I told you.  Just because I appear unarmed doesn't mean I am."  and will resume her bathing.

(@Mucor- if I was aiming for you, you would've taken:  6  + 32 damage)

(mucor has a passive perception of 30 so I dont know that you would have gotten sneak attack damage *I am on my phone so I dont know if that was factored in or not in that pile of extra damage lol*  I like to imagine him noticing you form the ice dagger and preparing to throw it and him not caring but then still being very surprised as the shard of ice embeds itself into the wood next to his finger. he still would have continued to move hisnfingernforward the last inch and touch the table with a dumb grin.)

(I get sneak attack if I have advantage on the roll and I gave myself advantage with fighting spirit- a samurai fighter feature)

(oh well never mind lol)

Mucor would notice Aryn but proceed as though he were going to poke the table. As the ice dagger slams into the table within half an inch of his finger, he would turn and smile wide to his companion. "So it is OK to poke holes in the table but not ok to touch it?" He would add while tilting his head as he finishes placing the last of his items near the table. When Mucor turns to head towards the water, would move his hand the last fraction of an inch needed to just barley graze the table. 

(Insert Mucor cleaning himself and the water here)

As the steam began to roll off the warm water, Mucor would slide closer to Aryn. "Isn't it nice that your brother found such a nice woman... well.. dragon... but you know what I mean." He would whisper to her. "And now it seems our new friend torq may have found two nice companions..." He would say with a small snort as drops of water drip from his horns as condensation forms on them. He would then turn and lock eyes with Aryn for a moment. "I would occasionally help your brother and torq win the hearts of their companions. Do you have a heart that you would like assistance in winning?" Mucor would ask casually, turning away and leaning his head back once more... looking up to the ceiling.

Torq used to being nude in front of and dealing with the antics of his various colleagues from his time as a soldier, will watch all of these events unfold and say, "I apologize.  We can be a bit rough around the edges.  We'll reimburse you for any damages.  Can I also add some fish to the previous request and whatever these two would like."  to Feywynn.  Then turning back to the weretwins say, "Shall we?" and move a second table over near the pool and place all his things in his bag of holding.  He quickly disrobes, having only to remove his loose pants and awaits Alexandria and Juliana by the edge of the pool before escorting them in similar to Gaelin and Valeera.  While short, Torq is quite muscular, especially for his species.  While he has many scars, most of them sustained in battles past and current are obscured by his vibrant green and golden feathers that accent his dominant white feathers.  

Once the twins join him he'll enter the water slowly and submerge himself completely before bobbing up and coming to rest in a corner facing Aryn and Gaelin.  He'll aid in bathing each of the twins and slowly wriggle each row of feathers to remove all the dried blood, ash and dirt from his body.  This is the first time you see the avian personality of Torq appear, other than his innate ability to fly. Torq meticulously lifts and pecks or plucks at each of his feathers peering at each one closely.  What surprises you is the rapid pace that he accomplishes this act.  Within 5 minutes he's inspected and cleaned every feather until its nearly snow white.  The green and golden feathers shimmer as light reflects off of them similar to fish scales and seems to make the pattern of colorful feathers glow.

After about 20 minutes he'll swallow another fish and say to the group,  "I think I could get used to this.  We should have one, or a few of these built at the castle.  I've heard Gaelin and Valeera already have something similar in your den." As he finishes he'll look over to Gaelin and Valeera.

"I don't know if I have a heart to be won Mucor." Aryn responds rather cooly or so it would seem until a tear forms at her eye.  "Sometimes... sometimes I feel like I've given so much of myself away that there's nothing left to share.  My heart feels as cold as that knife embedded in the table.  I've done terrible things to people.  I've destroyed families and taken more lives than I'd like to even think about.  Each time it feels like I lose part of myself and I become more and more like stone.  The only constant in my life has been Gaelin and even that relationship has been strained so much that it could fall apart at any moment."  She whispers looking over at Gaelin happily splashing around with Valeera.  "You know we hadn't spoken or seen one another for 5 years before dad died?  It took that for us to get together again.  And now... now he has a chance to be truly happy.  Except that at any time Daegon could rip us all to shreds... or Valeera if he called her fat maybe."  she says softly with a smile. 

"My chance at a simple life left a long time ago... and I'm okay with that.   Gaelin, Torq, Jinara and even you still have that chance and I'm gonna see to it that we find you a nice Minotaur lady with the prettiest horns in all of Eraas.  Even if it takes me kidnapping Gaelin to teleport us different places... That is, unless you touch my table again.  Don't think I didn't catch that."  she whispers then stands up and walks over to grab some fresh food and a drink before coming back to sit.

(Passive perception of 23.  Not 30 but still good enough to catch you  ;)    )

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Brixy and Fewynn nod at the requests given.  Fewynn and Pahmela release sharp high squeals as Aryn's knife sticks into the table.  Brixy smiles and bows at Aryn before quickly exiting to get the desired items.  Feywynn accepts Torq's apology and says, "It's alright.  We've actually seen much worse, especially from the communal pool." she bows and exits to assist Brixy leaving Pahmela alone in the room full of powerful killers and she stands quietly holding the towels.

Alexandria and Juliana each watch eagerly as Torq disrobes and smile at one another as they begin to follow suit.  Alexandria loosens hair braided hair and and it falls down to the top of her shoulder.  Visible brusies and scars are scattered across her otherwise beautiful and elegant body.  Juliana leaves her blonde hair pinned up in a bun and bears similar grim reminders of their time as slaves.  Looking at them, it's hard to see the strength or fury of their curse behind their shapely frames.  Each of them would be mistaken for a regular civilian.  As each of them turn and bend over to take off their boots you see a myriad of long thins scars that arc across their backs at all angles and immediately recognize them as wounds from a whip. Despite the solemness of their past they seem quite happy and rush to Torq's side, each grabbing an arm as they slowly descend into the warm water.  They brighten even more and giggle as Torq begins his strange ritual of cleaning himself and they occasionally interrupt with splashes to his face just to get a reaction from him before giggling more and observing.  

The water changes from clear to murky and back to clear as Mucor casts his spell once all are clean.  Feywynn and Brixy return with trays carrying an assortment of meats, fruits and beverages.  Two bottles of liquor sit on the end of a tray next to 6 tall flagons of ale.  On another tray sit 6 more flagons of mead.  You all sit and talk amongst yourselves enjoying the relative calm.