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Fionula

”Well, aren’t you a tricksy one! Klong, you stay sitting on him until I tell you otherwise. Now, let’s try this again.” And she casts Charm Person again.

Vizanns eyes glaze over and he looks at Fi adoringly

Fionula

"There's a good chap," she says, putting on an accent. "All right, you can get up now, Klong, and many thanks," she curtsies. "Pat yourself out, you're smoldering."

To Vizann, "Hey buddy. These are my friends, and we're all pretty good friends here. Why don't you tell them whatever you know about some fancy axe, and maybe about the elemental threat we've been seeing. Be a good friend. I've just got a thing to do..."

Then she will move apart from the group, "Just be a few minutes, don't bug me," and set Swifty to hop at anyone and peck at their feet if they come up while she's concentrating. She will ritually cast Contact Other Plane.

OOC > Trying to get this done fast, other players, to keep us moving along. DC 15 Int save to succeed at the spell. She intends to add Klong's bardic inspiration to it (1d10), and also Dark One's Own Luck (another 1d10) if she needs it after the roll. Here goes...

Intelligence save: 1

Not great. Plus Bardic Inspiration: 9

15 total! Yay! I'll send my questions in PM...

Fil shifts back to normal and pats Klong's shoulder. "That was good work friend." He turns to Vizann. "So, what do you know about this axe? Is it tied to the elemental troubles we've been seeing. Talk, or I'll turn into a bear and eat you." 

"Axe? What axe? You shall all suffer the wrath of might Ogremoch. Those fools from Waterdeep they had 'saved the world'  but they were wrong. So wrong. The Cult of the Black Earth lives on. We WILL summon our Prince and have him remake this world in his name and teach me all that he knows about earthen magic."

Getting up from behind his horse, Gargosh walks over to Vizann.  "Did Drannin send you?! The axe is ours! It belongs in the annals of history. It belongs with it's dwarven ancestors!"

Klong leaps in shock as Glim fires a firebolt at him. "You watch what you doing!" he growls. Seeing the Genasi charmed, he gets off and recovers his weapon. Nodding to Fill, he listens to what the Genasi has to say about the axe and elementals, also asking his own question. "You do attacks on town?"

"I attack nothing. I return things to the earth as they started and should be ever after"

Glim, still a bit sheepish after the mishap with his firebolt, mumbles to himself, "Return things to the earth, put people in the earth... attack, liberate from this mortal plane... six of one..."

Klong turns to the others. "Okay. This guy trouble for town, from poster. Klong escort him back. If all no want to come, Klong catch up to you."

Then, turning to the druid that he seems to have an affinity with, he asks. "Fil, you want come with Klong?"

OOC: In case the Klongspeak isn't clear, Klong is saying he will take the prisoner to town. He doesn't want to force a decision on the group, so is willing to ride double time to catch back up to main group in case the others want to go ahead.

"I certainly agree that he's trouble, but is it worth it to leave him alive?" Glim says. "Why not just finish him off and save the trip? If we double back it will either mean delaying our trip to the tomb until tomorrow or travelling through the night."

Klong is visibly taken aback by Glim's suggestion of not just murder, but murder for the sake of saving a few hours on a trip. That, on top of the miscast firebolt, makes Klong think he may be dealing with a dangerous and trigger happy individual. 
"Ah. You no worry. Klong take him off hands for you. You go ahead Klong travel through night to catch up. It no problem."

Fionula

In a space to the side, Fionula has settled down into a cross legged position. Her raven familiar is hopping about between her and the rest of you, pecking at you if you get too close. He seems really agitated. Fionula has been speaking in a guttural, pretty terrible language for a while (like 10 minutes), when her head snaps back and her mouth opens, and black tendrils of smoke curl out. She continues to talk in this uncomfortable position for a while, seeming to stop to listen at intervals.

Glim shakes his head at Klong. "It's neither practical nor safe -- for either you or us -- for you to go off on your own. Besides, we've already been traveling close to our capacity, so I don't see how you could realistically catch up unless we slow down to the point that it defeats the purpose of continuing." At that point a particularly stridently guttural syllable from Fi catches the wizard's attention, causing him to look her way and seeing the tendrils of smoke emanating from her mouth. "What is she doing over there?"

Fionula

And just like that, one minute in to her disembodied speaking, she groans and rubs her neck, and she stands up slowly, wiping her nose and sniffling. "Gods I hate that, so much headache..."

She looks around. "Oh, good you're all still here. I never do know how much time might pass before I come back. Uh, if you have any urgent questions for our friend, you might ask them quick. He's about to leave us."

"Oh, and you might ask from a few paces back." Then to Vizann, who is still charmed, "Hey, it was super great getting to know you. I'm glad we could be friends, and I really hope we don't meet up again. Have a great rest of your natural life."

Then she stands there expectantly. If it takes a long time, it becomes quite comical, her standing and waiting.

Glim furrows his brow and narrows his eyes as he casts a sideways glance toward Fi, then begins backing away from the genasi.

A sudden vertical slash appears in the air near Fionula and expands slowly into what could only be called a doorway floating in mid air.  Beyond the doorway is....nothing.  The darkest black imaginable leaves an impression almost that it is sucking light from the air around it.  Tendrils of black smoke escape from the door, turning the grass beneath it from green to black instantly.  Vizann's eyes go wide in shock and terror as he realizes what he is looking at, and looks in panic at Fionula. "NO! We....we are friends?! How? Why? Anything. I'll tell you anyt......". His speech is cutoff as he is picked up in the air, back-arched, and then accelerates straight into the door. You have time to hear a soul-curdling maniacal laugh as the doorway snaps shut.  The remaining tendrils of smoke disappear as it does so and no evidence of this occurring is left besides the unnaturally dead grass underneath where it was

Fionula

"Weeeell, that's a little awkward. So, I asked it to do it with less, um, screaming and stuff. But, um, yeah. Hey, the good news is I'm free to hang with you guys and help to get this axe thing! And a really bad guy is... not dead? Yet?"

She looks at Klong with real regret in her face. "There's some things about which we really got no choice, big guy. I'm sorry you didn't get any of the reward money."

Glim looks perturbed at the appearance of the void but not exactly surprised. "Well, I suppose that's one way to solve the problem," he says, at once uneasy at the unexpected behavior of the warlock and also a bit smug that she implicitly validated his position that it was not worth keeping the genasi around.

"So. Onward then? How should we get ourselves and our horses across this bridge without reinflaming the ire of those shrubs? Any bright ideas?"

Fionula

"I am pretty tuckered out, at this point, boys. I could pepper 'em from a distance, but that's about all I got left. Anyone have a sandwich?" And she sights along her finger at one of the far mounds, gauging the distance. Too far.

"You're right, they're slow enough that we can just stay out of their reach. Alright, so we do that, then take a break?"