"No, Mokrai! You shouldn't have... We are supposed to value lives..."
Mokrai rage disappears, his tunnel vision all in red comes back to normal and sees the decapitated kobold laying in front of him. "I am sorry Oleski. I though we were going to die. When that happens, it is harder for me to see the obvious and to calm myself."
Mokrai then look around the place and on the bodies before joins his companions for a rest.
Mokrai notices the hole in the ceiling. It seems to be some sort of trash disposal. Could that be the 'side-entrance' into Khundrukar? There is also no other way out - meaning the group would need to burry through the rock fall, that blocked the entrance, probably taking a good half-day or day.
Then his attention turns to the slain kobolds. Sik'garuk has a large chunk of onyx in his pocket, a funny-looking cloak around his neck, a hat, a potion and a piece of paper close by on the side of his 'throne'.
Blake needs a short rest to have a close look at all the items.
The cloak, made of tattered, patched canvas and stitched together with thick, coarse twine has a homely feel to it. The only exceptional component of the beastly thing is the saucer-sized black dragon scale that hangs over the wearer’s chest when the cloak is worn. It is glossy and bears the sigil of Nightscale herself. It is a cloak of protection.
The hat, Blake is pretty sure, is just that - a hat.
The onyx, if brought to the right buyer, could fetch around 250 GP.
The potion, Blake is not sure, but it might very well just be perfume.
Mokrai looks at the piece of paper. It seems illegible to him. Something way beyond his understanding. When Blake and SilverTongue look at it, they knows it's a spell scroll of invisibility.
"Sooo, dibs on the hat! I called it! No take backs!" shouts Blake, as he grabs the hat and puts it on his head. He'll proceed to take a short rest and identify any of the objects he can.
SIlvertongue staggers over to the head of Sik'garuk and looks down at the mischievous eyes staring up into nothingness.
"You were going to bargain your life for a plain, non-magical hat? I'm glad we weren't playing cards with you little lizard, that's quite the poker face."
Drawn to the cloak, SilverTongue runs his hands over the dragon scale.
"Mokrai take the cloak. The irony of wearing a scale of a fierce dragon from a little Kobold who almost killed me and my place in between as a Dragonborn is too much...But I'll make a song about it, that's for sure! I'll take the stone. I could use it to buy a real weapon or at least pay for some crossbow training."
OOC: Also doing an arcana check (18) against the potion and stone in case it's needed
Mokrai sits with his friends, adjusting his cloak. As he places it on his shoulders, the cloak grows and reach a normal size for a half-orc. "Neat... I should be able to protect you more with this, my friends."
During his rest, Mokrai gets his tattooer tools out and starts a new tattoo on his right leg. After a few hours, one can discern a Kobold very much like the one he just decapitated. With a closer inspection, one can now see intricate tattoos on Mokrai body, depicting large beasts, orcs and humans..."These are my stories and my ancestors stories... wearing them makes me stronger." As he finishes the sentence, Mokrai could have swear seeing the tattoo representing his Orc tribe moving, but discard this on the count of the exhaustion.
The party spends a night (whether it is night outside is hard to say) tending their wounds and sleeping. They wake refreshed and eager to continue. Lily however wakes restless. She feels like they're walking into this dungeon unprepared and wants to head to Blasingdell to report that the kobold warrens have been cleared. But also to find out more information about what has been going on in the area. Furthermore, she is eager to spend some coin to stock up on much needed items. The other companions on the other hand neither want to turn back to the village, nor want to wait. So a split it is.
The companions help Lily to dig through the rubble of the rock fall. It takes a few hours of concerted effort, then a small hole is made. The party waves good-bye, then returns to Sik'garuk's throne room. And they remember Mokrai's words from their first camp site, while they sat around the fire:
"You see, a century ago, there was this great war between Dwarves and Orcs. The Orcs won, and they sacked an old stronghold named Khundrukar. This well hidden place is the source of the legends of Durgeddin’s Vengeance, also called the Smith’s War. There are amazing stories about the smithing skills of this clan, and the extraordinary blades that they forged. If I can find this city and claim it, I would be able to fund my museum in Neverwinter. You see, i do believe that if we don’t want to repeat our past errors, History is important and we need to keep items and artefact in a place where everyone can see them.”
This is what they are here for. Riches and the lure of some of the best weapons ever forged. Oleksi stops for a moment to think. He misses the trees, the grassland. A way to stretch his legs, feel the wind in his hair. This talk about riches and greater weapons, it doesn't do anything for Oleksi. But somehow he feels a pull, a strange obsession - he wants to know why others fall for these kind of material things. So he also continues with the party.
The four companions look up to the chimney......
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Mokrai rage disappears, his tunnel vision all in red comes back to normal and sees the decapitated kobold laying in front of him.
"I am sorry Oleski. I though we were going to die. When that happens, it is harder for me to see the obvious and to calm myself."
Mokrai then look around the place and on the bodies before joins his companions for a rest.
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Mokrai notices the hole in the ceiling. It seems to be some sort of trash disposal. Could that be the 'side-entrance' into Khundrukar? There is also no other way out - meaning the group would need to burry through the rock fall, that blocked the entrance, probably taking a good half-day or day.
Then his attention turns to the slain kobolds. Sik'garuk has a large chunk of onyx in his pocket, a funny-looking cloak around his neck, a hat, a potion and a piece of paper close by on the side of his 'throne'.
"Blake, Silver... could you have a look at those?" Mokrai shows them the hat, the cloak and the potion.
He then start to look at the piece of paper
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Blake looks around to see if everyone is okay. Then goes over to Mokrai to help him look at the items. "Oh, sweet hat! He wasn't kidding..."
Arcana: 15
Perception: 19
Investigation: 17
Blake needs a short rest to have a close look at all the items.
The cloak, made of tattered, patched canvas and stitched together with thick, coarse twine has a homely feel to it. The only exceptional component of the beastly thing is the saucer-sized black dragon scale that hangs over the wearer’s chest when the cloak is worn. It is glossy and bears the sigil of Nightscale herself. It is a cloak of protection.
The hat, Blake is pretty sure, is just that - a hat.
The onyx, if brought to the right buyer, could fetch around 250 GP.
The potion, Blake is not sure, but it might very well just be perfume.
Mokrai looks at the piece of paper. It seems illegible to him. Something way beyond his understanding. When Blake and SilverTongue look at it, they knows it's a spell scroll of invisibility.
"Sooo, dibs on the hat! I called it! No take backs!" shouts Blake, as he grabs the hat and puts it on his head. He'll proceed to take a short rest and identify any of the objects he can.
SIlvertongue staggers over to the head of Sik'garuk and looks down at the mischievous eyes staring up into nothingness.
"You were going to bargain your life for a plain, non-magical hat? I'm glad we weren't playing cards with you little lizard, that's quite the poker face."
Drawn to the cloak, SilverTongue runs his hands over the dragon scale.
"Mokrai take the cloak. The irony of wearing a scale of a fierce dragon from a little Kobold who almost killed me and my place in between as a Dragonborn is too much...But I'll make a song about it, that's for sure! I'll take the stone. I could use it to buy a real weapon or at least pay for some crossbow training."
OOC: Also doing an arcana check (18) against the potion and stone in case it's needed
Mokrai sits with his friends, adjusting his cloak. As he places it on his shoulders, the cloak grows and reach a normal size for a half-orc. "Neat... I should be able to protect you more with this, my friends."
During his rest, Mokrai gets his tattooer tools out and starts a new tattoo on his right leg. After a few hours, one can discern a Kobold very much like the one he just decapitated. With a closer inspection, one can now see intricate tattoos on Mokrai body, depicting large beasts, orcs and humans..."These are my stories and my ancestors stories... wearing them makes me stronger."
As he finishes the sentence, Mokrai could have swear seeing the tattoo representing his Orc tribe moving, but discard this on the count of the exhaustion.
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
The party spends a night (whether it is night outside is hard to say) tending their wounds and sleeping. They wake refreshed and eager to continue. Lily however wakes restless. She feels like they're walking into this dungeon unprepared and wants to head to Blasingdell to report that the kobold warrens have been cleared. But also to find out more information about what has been going on in the area. Furthermore, she is eager to spend some coin to stock up on much needed items. The other companions on the other hand neither want to turn back to the village, nor want to wait. So a split it is.
The companions help Lily to dig through the rubble of the rock fall. It takes a few hours of concerted effort, then a small hole is made. The party waves good-bye, then returns to Sik'garuk's throne room. And they remember Mokrai's words from their first camp site, while they sat around the fire:
"You see, a century ago, there was this great war between Dwarves and Orcs. The Orcs won, and they sacked an old stronghold named Khundrukar. This well hidden place is the source of the legends of Durgeddin’s Vengeance, also called the Smith’s War. There are amazing stories about the smithing skills of this clan, and the extraordinary blades that they forged. If I can find this city and claim it, I would be able to fund my museum in Neverwinter. You see, i do believe that if we don’t want to repeat our past errors, History is important and we need to keep items and artefact in a place where everyone can see them.”
This is what they are here for. Riches and the lure of some of the best weapons ever forged. Oleksi stops for a moment to think. He misses the trees, the grassland. A way to stretch his legs, feel the wind in his hair. This talk about riches and greater weapons, it doesn't do anything for Oleksi. But somehow he feels a pull, a strange obsession - he wants to know why others fall for these kind of material things. So he also continues with the party.
The four companions look up to the chimney......