Wary yet curious(much to her own chagrin), Le'gal accepts both offers. Her first few steps are unsteady ones, but her resolve unbroken. She would move under her own power, or not at all. While following along and idly brushing off what dust and stone caught from her form, she asks, "One before. The Gith. Not keen on questions or answers. Same for you?"She asks, showing a good deal of timidity and deference now that she was alone.
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"Furloth? Do not worry about him. He knows little and matter even less. Your group has me intrigued. Offer me a good conversation and I would have no reason not to help you."
The man leads you around a corner or two, but the walk is not long. He waves his hand across his forehead, causing the tattoo of a serpent to appear. A door opens a few feet away as a response. "This way to my ward."
Upon entering, Le'gal sees a series of cots on both sides of the room. A laboratory of sorts is located beyond that. Talon's floating body levitates carefully and is placed on one of the cots. The man then invites the bugbear to take another. "Please. It is better if we wait for all of your companions to return. in the meantime, please accept this."The man performs two quick castings of the Heal spell, which includes him moving his hand over his forehead once again, turning his tattoo into a cross. Le'gal feels rejuvenated, and Talon regains his consciousness (each heals for 70 HP).
A few minutes pass. Four other cots are sequentially occupied by the sleeping bodies of four new, yet familiar warriors. They simply appear, fading into existence out of thin air. Another moment passes before they all gasp for air and are brought to life again. (You know this to happen due to the Reincarnate enchantment placed on you.) The bald man simply observes this happening in silence. Once all are back to their wits, he begins: "My name is Mumed Sepret. It is a pleasure to meet the six of you. Please, introduce yourselves properly and we can then begin our discussion."
Charles' eyes pop open as he gasps for air. He sits up, "That will always suck." He seems in awe of his own voice. "By the gods, I can actually talk and form sentences without mimicking!" He looks at his hands and feet then he reaches in his backpack and he pulls out a leather bound book. "I guess I'm some sort of wizard, eh? I can roll with that."
He looks at the man, "Name's Charles Whitebone... I guess the Second?"
Nox awakens as an old green female tortle. "Oh dear, the last i expected to be my second (cat) life would be this". Realising she lie on her shell she tries to wiggle around to get back on her feet but fails. Looking around she ask: "Would somebody pls help this old grandma get back on her feet? It would be very appriciated."
Groaning and standing to his feet, sigil stands. Average in height but with broad shoulders, the human body has a contrast to his former rocky form. Pale, soft skin, large red brand covering most of his forehead, and bloodshot yellow eyes. He blinks a couple times as he hauls Nox to her feet. “That... is not pleasant. I’ll need to refrain from being terminated again in the future.” He shoves his hand out towards Mumed, and you see that his palm is strangely scarred. “Sigil Ward, formerly Dredge Hijr.”
Talon jerks awake "It's the Scotsman, get the ..." Le'gal grabs his shoulder as Talon quickly sits up and starts prepping Eldritch Blast. "Settle reckless Dwarf, danger has passed. Time for council."Le'gal says as Talon struggles to reorient himself. He stops and looks around.
He watches as the others reappear and Mumed introduces himself. Others speak and Talon listens then responds in turn.
"And I am the proud Dwarf Talon Zwainz of the Middle Mountain Kundarak house. I feel as I have lived several lifes in this "prison" but this is my current memory." Talon looks Mumed over for a few more seconds. "What is it you need to know and how can you help us?"
(@Laser: Well Done anticipating her reactions. :P)
Le'gal had nodded her appreciation for the candor. Regardless of whether or not the man catches the notion, her attention loses focus as thoughts race over the type of questions to ask the man. For once, it was /she/ that looked for legal council among other things. "My thanks." She later gave alongside a bow before settling into the cot.
Even after settling Talon down, she still kept a close eye on the dwarf until the others appeared. "Or third." She commented as her attention shifts to the Tortle. Le'gal had to do a double-take before sighing, realizing then which Tortle sat nearby. "Look better to me." A hint of a smile traces Le'gal's lips. Her expression turns abruptly serious as she looks back to their host.
"I, Le'gal. Third from the Speaker. Acoyte of Erathis."She offers, sitting up straighter in her cot. Though clearly nothing more was wished by the bugbear than to lie down for a good while and rest.
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When Nox get back on her feet she pinches Sigil cheeks "Thank you sweetheart, I am not that fit anymore as I used to be in my youth". She'll cast Goodberry and drops the 10 berries in Sigil hands "Here have some candy good boy" (each goodberry heal 4 each <- 1+3 from life cleric) Seeing his pale hands "You should go out more good for the skin".
Nox cast mold earth the earth molded into a chair with a donnut cushion on top of it. She then goes sit on it.
Charles looks around in his backpack and frowns, "I forget we lose all of our items once we die... I lost the little coin-sized gem." He will cast Prestidigitation and will form the small gem again and just look at it, then quickly dismiss it.
Sigil laughs loudly. “This cycle has been interesting indeed.” Smoke curls gently from his large plate armor as he turns back towards Mumed. “Now, if you would be so kind, friend. What is to be our fate? It appears obvious that we aren’t to be permanantely put to rest, as we all stand before you. Are we to be put back in the maze? Tortured and martyred for all eternity as examples? What destiny, or lack thereof, awaits?”
A gauntlet rises from one bed as the fingers slowly close one after another. The gauntlets clearly were white at one point with hints of a golden ogre face. As the hand makes a fist you hear, "Yes..". As the rest of the body in full plate rises from the bed and stands. The armor seems as if it is on fire as wisps of smoke that neither smell nor give off heat rise from the plate armor. An upright flaming sword is clearly visible on the chestplate and shield of this warrior. His boots have small wings on them which occasionally flutter.
He removes his helm and you see... the human Grixx. Except his face is now reborn into perfection as he no longer has he scars from his previously life. His once tied black braid is now cut at mid-length and hits his shoulders in luscious locks. His eyes however, are no longer blue but now a dark brown.
He approaches, "Comrades! I am Graxximus and I have been reborn by Tempus into a more worthy warrior. I do not recall exactly who I was previously but I do know that person is gone and I am excited to be here with you today. I recognize some of you more than others. I assume many of us met our bitter doom! Must have been a tale for the ages! We need bards to be writing these stories down but none will match the legends we are yet to write!"
"Once again, it is a pleasure to meet you all. Now to our discussion."He sits down on a simple chair.
"Like you, I am a prisoner of this place. Unlike you, I've had the dubious pleasure of being here many years. I have the information we all need to get out of here and you have the means." He swipes a finger across his forehead, changing his tattoo to an eye. "I propose a mutually beneficial partnership between your party and myself. I don't expect you to accept this offer blindly, of course. After all, I have an advantage over you: I have been watching like many others. I know what you are capable of. You, on the other hand, have just met me. As such, I shall prove my worth to you. I will share with you something you do not know."
His face is serious yet welcoming as he shares further: "Lysanderoth's games, these Trials you participate in, are more twisted than what you have been led to believe. They call you the trialists, but that label serves only to hide the truth from your eyes. They thrust you in the lower levels of the arena and made you fight your way up until you faced Furloth's pet, did they not? Were you not forced into the tower, you'd next be led into the Labyrinth. I invite you to reach its end. Once you do, you'll both find out the truth, and be able to retrieve a certain artifact I need in order to begin shaping our exit out of this place. You'll know what it is when you see it."
"So, what say you all? Reach the end of the Labyrinth. Retrieve my artifact. Remove the veil of deceit from over your eyes. You are welcome to use my ward as a resting place. Once you return with the artifact, I shall be able to share more. My time grows... short." His tattoo changes itself to a black circle, this time without any hand motion. His eyes go completely white, like his robes. He assumes a stiff sitting position as if turning to stone, and skin begins to cover over his mouth, as if it was never there.
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As the man talks, Charles will study his body language and his wording to see if he is actually as helpful as he thinks he is. Insight: 18
Charles listens closely, "How do we get to the Labyrinth? Politely send a letter to Lysanderoth saying 'Sorry about your tower and everything. Can you pretty please put us in the labyrinth?' I highly doubt that will work."
Le'gal had leaned in and rested her chin atop a stepped fingers from growing interest in the story. At some point she glances over to Talon, then signal with a glance down at the cube in hand. Before she can speak more of it, the underlying urgency in the man's tone from time running short prompts her to ask, "Means of Restoration. Can artifact include this?"She gestures to herself, then makes a belated sweeping motion to the others.
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Nox stomach rumbles bit she ask the man "Do you mind if i borrow your kitchen?" She wait for a minut but seeing the man not responding she looks at the other with shrug emotion "We'll he din't say no so it should be fine". The tortle goes in the kitchen and whip out a dish coming back with some warm meatloaf and mashed potato and offer it the rest of the party. "Can't keep going withouth empty belly."
Graxximus will step over to Nox and gladly accept the meal. "Ah! A fine meal for the ages! Yes, this pleases my stomach! I feel my muscles gaining strength already!"
Graxximus flexes although it cannot be seen inside the armor.
Talon watches and listens. "So yes we had to face Furloth's pet, that is true. However the second half of your proposal of trust involves us running a gauntlet and bringing back an artifact? I guess I should be grateful for the information because we probably don't have much choice, but it feels a little one sided. I'm not complaining, indeed I appreciate your healing powers. I'm guess I'm happy to still be alive in this crazy place if you can call this 'Multiplicity' experience a life."
Talon is not sure what else to ask because there really isn't much that can be done and the bald man seems to be trying to help. He settles down to rest but before he can get comfortable he begins to smell the food and compliments Nox, "Well, aren't you the magnificent cook!" And he gladly shares in the feast.
Le'gal takes full advantage of her long limbed arms to smack Talon upside the back of his head. As soon as looks in her direction, she more pointedly points to the box -- or wherever he stashed it -- then gestures back to the bald man if time remained to inquiry. No. Even if there had been none, she waggles her fingers at him and glared at him half-hearted in clear disappointment.
Tempted as she was by the smell of any cooking meats, Le'gal stubbornly dug out some jerky made from an unknown creature and chews on that instead before beddy bye. "Alarms. No forget."
Talon realizes that he is being a bit thick and finally gets the message from Le'gal. He rubs the back of his head for a second and looks at the food he had just spit on the floor in front of him and then back at Le'gal with a wince.
He finally turns back and looks at their new friend. Addressing the stoned man he says "I realize you are trying to relax but we are also wondering if you know how this device works." He holds up the Beautifully intricate cube. "We were able to open a type of portal that helped Le'gal here and me escape the crumbling tower but without knowing where it was taking us we ended up directly in the path of danger again. Is there a way to understand these symbols and how this works?" He points at the cube face and the dials on it.
Charles reaches in the pouch that is strapped to his side and takes out a bell and a small silver wire that he whispers a few arcane words to, he starts going around the perimeter waving his hands at each corner forming an arcane sigil. He does this over the next 10 minutes, ritual casting Alarm.
He takes the food Nox offers and eats it, "Delicious!"
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Wary yet curious(much to her own chagrin), Le'gal accepts both offers. Her first few steps are unsteady ones, but her resolve unbroken. She would move under her own power, or not at all. While following along and idly brushing off what dust and stone caught from her form, she asks, "One before. The Gith. Not keen on questions or answers. Same for you?" She asks, showing a good deal of timidity and deference now that she was alone.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Furloth? Do not worry about him. He knows little and matter even less. Your group has me intrigued. Offer me a good conversation and I would have no reason not to help you."
The man leads you around a corner or two, but the walk is not long. He waves his hand across his forehead, causing the tattoo of a serpent to appear. A door opens a few feet away as a response. "This way to my ward."
Upon entering, Le'gal sees a series of cots on both sides of the room. A laboratory of sorts is located beyond that. Talon's floating body levitates carefully and is placed on one of the cots. The man then invites the bugbear to take another. "Please. It is better if we wait for all of your companions to return. in the meantime, please accept this." The man performs two quick castings of the Heal spell, which includes him moving his hand over his forehead once again, turning his tattoo into a cross. Le'gal feels rejuvenated, and Talon regains his consciousness (each heals for 70 HP).
A few minutes pass. Four other cots are sequentially occupied by the sleeping bodies of four new, yet familiar warriors. They simply appear, fading into existence out of thin air. Another moment passes before they all gasp for air and are brought to life again. (You know this to happen due to the Reincarnate enchantment placed on you.) The bald man simply observes this happening in silence. Once all are back to their wits, he begins: "My name is Mumed Sepret. It is a pleasure to meet the six of you. Please, introduce yourselves properly and we can then begin our discussion."
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Charles' eyes pop open as he gasps for air. He sits up, "That will always suck." He seems in awe of his own voice. "By the gods, I can actually talk and form sentences without mimicking!" He looks at his hands and feet then he reaches in his backpack and he pulls out a leather bound book. "I guess I'm some sort of wizard, eh? I can roll with that."
He looks at the man, "Name's Charles Whitebone... I guess the Second?"
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Nox awakens as an old green female tortle. "Oh dear, the last i expected to be my second (cat) life would be this". Realising she lie on her shell she tries to wiggle around to get back on her feet but fails. Looking around she ask: "Would somebody pls help this old grandma get back on her feet? It would be very appriciated."
Nox - Adult Oblex - The Trials
Jartrin Ephok - Dragonborn - Zanoliv
Bunol - Grim Angel - The Floating Lands of Goriate
Groaning and standing to his feet, sigil stands. Average in height but with broad shoulders, the human body has a contrast to his former rocky form. Pale, soft skin, large red brand covering most of his forehead, and bloodshot yellow eyes. He blinks a couple times as he hauls Nox to her feet. “That... is not pleasant. I’ll need to refrain from being terminated again in the future.” He shoves his hand out towards Mumed, and you see that his palm is strangely scarred. “Sigil Ward, formerly Dredge Hijr.”
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Talon jerks awake "It's the Scotsman, get the ..." Le'gal grabs his shoulder as Talon quickly sits up and starts prepping Eldritch Blast. "Settle reckless Dwarf, danger has passed. Time for council." Le'gal says as Talon struggles to reorient himself. He stops and looks around.
He watches as the others reappear and Mumed introduces himself. Others speak and Talon listens then responds in turn.
"And I am the proud Dwarf Talon Zwainz of the Middle Mountain Kundarak house. I feel as I have lived several lifes in this "prison" but this is my current memory." Talon looks Mumed over for a few more seconds. "What is it you need to know and how can you help us?"
Lot's of stuff ...
(@Laser: Well Done anticipating her reactions. :P)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
When Nox get back on her feet she pinches Sigil cheeks "Thank you sweetheart, I am not that fit anymore as I used to be in my youth". She'll cast Goodberry and drops the 10 berries in Sigil hands "Here have some candy good boy" (each goodberry heal 4 each <- 1+3 from life cleric) Seeing his pale hands "You should go out more good for the skin".
Nox cast mold earth the earth molded into a chair with a donnut cushion on top of it. She then goes sit on it.
Nox - Adult Oblex - The Trials
Jartrin Ephok - Dragonborn - Zanoliv
Bunol - Grim Angel - The Floating Lands of Goriate
Charles looks around in his backpack and frowns, "I forget we lose all of our items once we die... I lost the little coin-sized gem." He will cast Prestidigitation and will form the small gem again and just look at it, then quickly dismiss it.
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Sigil laughs loudly. “This cycle has been interesting indeed.” Smoke curls gently from his large plate armor as he turns back towards Mumed. “Now, if you would be so kind, friend. What is to be our fate? It appears obvious that we aren’t to be permanantely put to rest, as we all stand before you. Are we to be put back in the maze? Tortured and martyred for all eternity as examples? What destiny, or lack thereof, awaits?”
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A gauntlet rises from one bed as the fingers slowly close one after another. The gauntlets clearly were white at one point with hints of a golden ogre face. As the hand makes a fist you hear, "Yes..". As the rest of the body in full plate rises from the bed and stands. The armor seems as if it is on fire as wisps of smoke that neither smell nor give off heat rise from the plate armor. An upright flaming sword is clearly visible on the chestplate and shield of this warrior. His boots have small wings on them which occasionally flutter.
He removes his helm and you see... the human Grixx. Except his face is now reborn into perfection as he no longer has he scars from his previously life. His once tied black braid is now cut at mid-length and hits his shoulders in luscious locks. His eyes however, are no longer blue but now a dark brown.
He approaches, "Comrades! I am Graxximus and I have been reborn by Tempus into a more worthy warrior. I do not recall exactly who I was previously but I do know that person is gone and I am excited to be here with you today. I recognize some of you more than others. I assume many of us met our bitter doom! Must have been a tale for the ages! We need bards to be writing these stories down but none will match the legends we are yet to write!"
"Once again, it is a pleasure to meet you all. Now to our discussion." He sits down on a simple chair.
"Like you, I am a prisoner of this place. Unlike you, I've had the dubious pleasure of being here many years. I have the information we all need to get out of here and you have the means." He swipes a finger across his forehead, changing his tattoo to an eye. "I propose a mutually beneficial partnership between your party and myself. I don't expect you to accept this offer blindly, of course. After all, I have an advantage over you: I have been watching like many others. I know what you are capable of. You, on the other hand, have just met me. As such, I shall prove my worth to you. I will share with you something you do not know."
His face is serious yet welcoming as he shares further: "Lysanderoth's games, these Trials you participate in, are more twisted than what you have been led to believe. They call you the trialists, but that label serves only to hide the truth from your eyes. They thrust you in the lower levels of the arena and made you fight your way up until you faced Furloth's pet, did they not? Were you not forced into the tower, you'd next be led into the Labyrinth. I invite you to reach its end. Once you do, you'll both find out the truth, and be able to retrieve a certain artifact I need in order to begin shaping our exit out of this place. You'll know what it is when you see it."
"So, what say you all? Reach the end of the Labyrinth. Retrieve my artifact. Remove the veil of deceit from over your eyes. You are welcome to use my ward as a resting place. Once you return with the artifact, I shall be able to share more. My time grows... short." His tattoo changes itself to a black circle, this time without any hand motion. His eyes go completely white, like his robes. He assumes a stiff sitting position as if turning to stone, and skin begins to cover over his mouth, as if it was never there.
As the man talks, Charles will study his body language and his wording to see if he is actually as helpful as he thinks he is. Insight: 18
Charles listens closely, "How do we get to the Labyrinth? Politely send a letter to Lysanderoth saying 'Sorry about your tower and everything. Can you pretty please put us in the labyrinth?' I highly doubt that will work."
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Le'gal had leaned in and rested her chin atop a stepped fingers from growing interest in the story. At some point she glances over to Talon, then signal with a glance down at the cube in hand. Before she can speak more of it, the underlying urgency in the man's tone from time running short prompts her to ask, "Means of Restoration. Can artifact include this?" She gestures to herself, then makes a belated sweeping motion to the others.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nox stomach rumbles bit she ask the man "Do you mind if i borrow your kitchen?" She wait for a minut but seeing the man not responding she looks at the other with shrug emotion "We'll he din't say no so it should be fine". The tortle goes in the kitchen and whip out a dish coming back with some warm meatloaf and mashed potato and offer it the rest of the party. "Can't keep going withouth empty belly."
Nox - Adult Oblex - The Trials
Jartrin Ephok - Dragonborn - Zanoliv
Bunol - Grim Angel - The Floating Lands of Goriate
Graxximus will step over to Nox and gladly accept the meal. "Ah! A fine meal for the ages! Yes, this pleases my stomach! I feel my muscles gaining strength already!"
Graxximus flexes although it cannot be seen inside the armor.
Talon watches and listens. "So yes we had to face Furloth's pet, that is true. However the second half of your proposal of trust involves us running a gauntlet and bringing back an artifact? I guess I should be grateful for the information because we probably don't have much choice, but it feels a little one sided. I'm not complaining, indeed I appreciate your healing powers. I'm guess I'm happy to still be alive in this crazy place if you can call this 'Multiplicity' experience a life."
Talon is not sure what else to ask because there really isn't much that can be done and the bald man seems to be trying to help. He settles down to rest but before he can get comfortable he begins to smell the food and compliments Nox, "Well, aren't you the magnificent cook!" And he gladly shares in the feast.
Lot's of stuff ...
Le'gal takes full advantage of her long limbed arms to smack Talon upside the back of his head. As soon as looks in her direction, she more pointedly points to the box -- or wherever he stashed it -- then gestures back to the bald man if time remained to inquiry. No. Even if there had been none, she waggles her fingers at him and glared at him half-hearted in clear disappointment.
Tempted as she was by the smell of any cooking meats, Le'gal stubbornly dug out some jerky made from an unknown creature and chews on that instead before beddy bye. "Alarms. No forget."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Talon realizes that he is being a bit thick and finally gets the message from Le'gal. He rubs the back of his head for a second and looks at the food he had just spit on the floor in front of him and then back at Le'gal with a wince.
He finally turns back and looks at their new friend. Addressing the stoned man he says "I realize you are trying to relax but we are also wondering if you know how this device works." He holds up the Beautifully intricate cube. "We were able to open a type of portal that helped Le'gal here and me escape the crumbling tower but without knowing where it was taking us we ended up directly in the path of danger again. Is there a way to understand these symbols and how this works?" He points at the cube face and the dials on it.
Lot's of stuff ...
Charles reaches in the pouch that is strapped to his side and takes out a bell and a small silver wire that he whispers a few arcane words to, he starts going around the perimeter waving his hands at each corner forming an arcane sigil. He does this over the next 10 minutes, ritual casting Alarm.
He takes the food Nox offers and eats it, "Delicious!"
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