Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

The loxodon nods with a smirk as each of you agrees and turns his gaze to Jubilant.

(DM Question - If I want to recall any history I might know about the fellow aasimar that Jinara has noticed, could I do that?)

(Sure, have at it)

(History roll = 17)

You have heard of a high executioner Aasimar through whispers and tales. According to some he pursues the unjust sinners of the world and commits their bodies to punishment to account for their sins. To others he’s a murdering maniac. He is thought of as a vigilante by the innocent and a bane by those who lean towards criminal activities. You can only assume this might be the being sitting before you as his eyes flash green.

Mucor would turn and look to the two individuals that have agreed to take this mission along with us. "Hello, my name is mucor... I am pleased to meet you" The minotaur would say extending a large hand out towards each of them. His large bull-like head shifting back and forth between the elf and assimar.

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You have heard of a high executioner Aasimar through whispers and tales. According to some he pursues the unjust sinners of the world and commits their bodies to punishment to account for their sins. To others he’s a murdering maniac. He is thought of as a vigilante by the innocent and a bane by those who lean towards criminal activities. You can only assume this might be the being sitting before you as his eyes flash green.

 (Any religious or diety connection that I would know based on my roll?)

Jinara maintains eye contact for an extended moment, then turns his towards the minotaur. Looking at Mucor's eyes, then to his frame, then his giant hand, then back to his eyes, Jinara is greatly intrigued by the horned entity sitting in front of him. Jinara says with a bit of excitement "No the pleasure mine sir! I have read tales and myths of your kind, but have not had the opportunity to meet a minotaur in person. It is a great honor." Jinara mutters a few words under his breath and waves a few fingers under the table not visible to the group. A floating hand, translucent black oulined in silver, appears in front of Jinara and floats to correspond with Mucor's extended hand and commences the greeting. "I must ask. Where do you hail from? You present yourself as an element of the land and that peaks my interest."

"Well... that is a good question friend" The minotaur will say scratching his long hairy scruff under his chin. "I grew up alone in a swamp... not sure if my parents left me there, or if they died... but I remember the glow of mushrooms keeping me company durning the dark nights in the swamp where I grew up" The minotaur would say as he bends down to pick up a handful of loose dirt and waiving his other hand over top to cause a small crop of glowing mushrooms to sprout out of the palm of his hand. "I ate a lot of mushrooms as a child... they started to speak to me... tell me their secrets.. and now I harness their power to help others.." the minotaur would say with a smile before shoving the mushrooms into he mouth. "Eventually, I managed to find my way out of that swamp.. and eventually over the years made my way here before you" Mucor would mumble as mushroom crumbs fall from his mouth.

(I'm not entirely sure what the pantheon looks like in this world. Gabriel's deity is the god of death, but he is entirely opposed to Vaeril and his undead minions.)

(I have updated the main gods and goddesses in the public DM notes of the campaign.  If we don't hear anything from Artemis in a couple hours I will continue for brevity sake.)

(she has not posted in any of my games she is in either for a while. I know she had been sick, I hope she is feeling better)

(Great! Thank you for the pantheon information.)

Jinara nods, and as Mucor motions his hand, the silver in his eyes flares a bit brighter as his inquisition grows deeper. He looks at Zinmaer, as he is the closest in proximity, expressing his delight. He moves the floating hand over and with a slight nudge and says "I did not know mushrooms could talk, but it appears that mushrooms provided him with more than just secrets." 

"Your talent is one I am familiar, but of a different origin. I would very much enjoy to learn more about you and your connection to the mushrooms of this world." Jinara says as he turns back to Mucor. The hand then disappears.

(Ah i see. that's never fun.  Thanks for letting me know.  We will continue then and she can jump in when able.)

As you continue to converse with one another Jubliant looks up to the loxodon and says, "I also accept this mission. What more can you tell us about it?"

"Very well, I see the lieutenant was correct to bring you here. You'll have plenty of time to get familiar with each other later." the colonel says as he pulls out a map from a satchel on his side and lays it out on the table.  "From the intel our griffon riders gave us there seems to only be two trebuchets in our section of the front.  These trebuchets seem to be manned by a small group of ogres and orcs and protected from frontal assault by a wooden palisade.  Judging by the periodic assaults they are supplied around 30 projectiles before they take an hour or two break, we assume for maintenance and resupply.  According to our riders, the trebuchets are relatively unguarded due to the safety of their distance from the front but that the resupply wagons are escorted by additional ogres and orcs.  We aren't sure how far back the supplies are being held but we think the best window for your attack is when 5-10 projectiles have been launched. That would ensure the resupply wagon is far enough away to not cause any additional threat."

The colonel points to a section of the map to the south of the southernmost trebuchet that appears to mark the location of a cliff or large stone outcrop. "We believe we can sneak you over enemy lines using our griffon riders and the cover of darkness.  Once you are dropped off our riders will return and you will be alone... thousands of feet behind enemy lines.  Your mission is to destroy both of these trebuchets through whatever means you determine necessary.  Once they are destroyed make your way back to the drop off point.  We will have at least one rider flying overhead to keep track of your progress.  Once the second trebuchet is destroyed they will report back to headquarters immediately and your riders will return to the drop off point.  We have many supplies available to you to use to accomplish this mission.  I'd love to accomplish this mission tonight but I understand you would probably like to prepare, as would the griffon riders so the mission will take place tomorrow just before midnight.  The griffon riders are flying reconnaissance currently but will speak with you as soon as they return.  Are there any questions?"

Map: 

"The light they cast guided me through the dark and I consumed them to survive until I could hunt and scavenge for other sources of food... I began to understand them. The mushrooms, mold, and fugus all serve an important purpose in the circle of life... turning the dead into nourishment for the plants and trees that in turn... nourish the animals and us" The minotaur would say as he finishes munching the mushrooms. "I never received any formal training... the skills and abilities I have gained were done so by spending countless hours alone in the swamp, learning to live on my own in an environment determined to kill me" Mucor would say with a grin, licking one of his large thumbs and rubbing one of the smudges on his half plate armor. 

"do you have any alchemists fire?" Mucor would ask. "I have some left over from our last mission but was wondering if you had anymore..."  The minotaur would say with a smile before opening his back and looking through it.

(Thanks for the information. Zorin it is!)

Gabriel removes his iron helm and runs a hand over his shaved scalp. "If you are unable to provide alchemists fire then several casks of oil will suffice. " He turns to the two warriors who have volunteered to accompany him and his companions. "What skills can you provide us with?"

Jinara turns to look at the colonel and asks "Do we know anything about the construction of the trebuchets and the mechanics? Specifically, the materials used, how the weapon fires, and how many bodies does it take to load and fire? Knowing this can lend us to see weak points and pinpoint targets for our strikes."

Jinara then turns to the Aasimar, studying every detail about this humanoid. Skin tone, face shape, scars, mannerisms, armor, etc. Anything that would give him insight. Jinara again mutters a few inaudible words under his breath and makes a small globe of fire, silver and white in color, shining brightly a few feet in front of himself. It lasts for a few seconds before going away. While lit, Jinara says "I bring fire. That seems to be the most common need at the moment. Since myself and the elf are new to this group, it would benefit us to know what we all have." 

"Yes, we have both Alchemist's Fire (flask) and Oil (Flask) available for your use."  The colonel turns to Jinara,  "We do not fully know the construction but we know a large part of it is made from wood and bone.  Our scouts have to fly out of the range of their arrows so we don't know an exact number of guards but 3-5 ogres and a dozen or more orcs for each trebuchet is the average our riders have given us.  The supply caravans have similar numbers that accompany them."  

Gabriel is relatively short, standing at only 5'10", and his build is agile and muscular. He wears a shirt of rusted mail underneath his stained white clerical robes, and behind his iron helmet his eyes glow with green light. He carries a black shield and from his belt hangs a ponderous, bloodstained axe. 

"Please give me as many flasks as you have." The minotaur would say with a smile. A moment later he would pause and ask... "Is there a reason why we cannot drop the oil flasks and alchemists fire from the back of the griffins in the dark, I understand flying past the enemy lines at night to avoid detection.. but could we not just swoop down low and just completley level the enemy weapons with fire?" the minotaur would ask as he swats a fly away from his face.