Before Erric completes his ritual, Maldorn speaks out loud: "Thraxx, It has come to my attention that much remains uncertain as we delve into the depths. I am old, you see, and my memory fails me constantly. Would you mind reminding me what it is that we are doing here apart from finding salvation for my friend's mind? Speaking of which, could you also remind me what you had to say about this mysterious artifact that might solve our friend's headache issue? I wouldn't mind hearing what you have to share on those two questions again while we wait for Erric here to finish his summoning. Thank you." He then offers to roll a cigarette for Thrakk, in a show of goodwill in anticipation of his answers.
Thrakk looks at Erric and then Maldorn. "I am taking you to the Grimlocks," he says. "As for a mysterious artifact ... I don't know of one."
Jambiya finishes "tying her shoelaces" and sits down on the ground, then lays back as Erric continues his spell, looking up at the flumph. "This place is so... odd."
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“Thrakk, did you know there were myconids between where we started and here? And you didn’t think it worth mentioning? Let’s walk through verbally anything else we could see before the grimlocks.”
Anafrey would let out a frustrated sigh... "Wait what? So we might be going away from the artifact? Did we ask the mushrooms? Maybe we should ask the mushrooms.." She would say looking back towards the location of the mycronids. "I am getting really frustrated... I feel like Thrak here isn't telling us everything and is trying to get us to do what he wants... treating us like puppets.. and I am getting really tired of being treated like a puppet.." .she would growl as her voice gets louder than she expected. Her hand unconsciously gripping the handle of the flail.
"Yes, I knew they were here," Thrakk answers Erric. "They stopped the grimlocks and derro from fighting. They are no threat to us, so, no, I didn't feel any warning was necessary. And, as far as I know, there is nothing else between us and the grimlocks if we go through there," he motions toward the northeast passage. As Anafrey vocalizes her frustrations, the orc continues to look at the bard.
"Yes, remember our agreement, Thrakk. We can try to help you with the grimlocks, and you help us explore and find what we need to help our friend. That means checking out other passages too. Also you said the grimlocks are quiet. What else can you tell us about them? Do they try to attack via ambush? How many are there? We may be mighty enough to face off against an ogre, but if we're going into a large group, we'd need to seek other options. And have you met with the derro?"
Thrakk gives a quick glance at Maldorn before turning back to look at Erric. "We should go through here, first. The grimlocks could escape the caves while we are in other tunnels looking for this artifact. How would they know to ambush us? If we are quiet, they shouldn't know we're coming. And, yes, I have met the derro."
Erric looks to the rest of the group with a "shall we?" sort of expression. He'd like to insight check Thrakk, or more specifically, whatever might be controlling Thrakk. Does it seem to mean them harm? It's definitely hiding things, but is it malicious?
Insight: 11
He also hands a torch to Jack, assuming Maldorn wants some light as well.
"Tell me, Thrakk, before we set off, about the derro, if you would. It might matter in how we approach the grimlocks. And further, what will you do when you see the grimlocks? Attack on sight, or are they likely to want to talk to us?"
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Erric, you are getting very weird signals from Thrakk. He clearly wants to take the party to the grimlocks, but he is suddenly second guessing that. You get the idea that he's worried about something.
As the group moves toward the northeast, Thrakk hesitates. "The derro," the orc says, causing the party to look back at him. "I think you're right. We should get rid of the derro first. It wouldn't be good if they attacked our flank." He takes a step toward the west. "Let's go this way first. Maybe we'll find the artifact."
“....how many derro? And you haven’t answered how many grimlocks. We’re not an army and if we are talking about large groups, not only is getting rid of them probably impossible, it might be wrong.”
Erric hasn’t moved and he’s looking at the orc, absolutely still.
"If we attack the grimlocks, maybe the derro will attack our flank. If we attack the derro, maybe the grimlocks will attack our flank." Maldorn ponders out loud.
"If we have to pick one, and assuming their numbers are manageable like Erric says, which one would you pick?" Maldorn's question is directed at everyone.
Maldorn offers to roll a cigarette for Thrakk, in a show of goodwill in anticipation of his answers.
Thrakk looks at Erric and then Maldorn. "I am taking you to the Grimlocks," he says. "As for a mysterious artifact ... I don't know of one."
Jambiya finishes "tying her shoelaces" and sits down on the ground, then lays back as Erric continues his spell, looking up at the flumph. "This place is so... odd."
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“Thrakk, did you know there were myconids between where we started and here? And you didn’t think it worth mentioning? Let’s walk through verbally anything else we could see before the grimlocks.”
"Grimlocks... right, right. No tobacco for you then, I take..." Maldorn puts it instead into his pipe so he can get a second serving.
Anafrey would let out a frustrated sigh... "Wait what? So we might be going away from the artifact? Did we ask the mushrooms? Maybe we should ask the mushrooms.." She would say looking back towards the location of the mycronids. "I am getting really frustrated... I feel like Thrak here isn't telling us everything and is trying to get us to do what he wants... treating us like puppets.. and I am getting really tired of being treated like a puppet.." .she would growl as her voice gets louder than she expected. Her hand unconsciously gripping the handle of the flail.
"Yes, I knew they were here," Thrakk answers Erric. "They stopped the grimlocks and derro from fighting. They are no threat to us, so, no, I didn't feel any warning was necessary. And, as far as I know, there is nothing else between us and the grimlocks if we go through there," he motions toward the northeast passage. As Anafrey vocalizes her frustrations, the orc continues to look at the bard.
"And what can be found through these other passages?" Maldorn asks while he points to directions other than the northeast passage?
"Yes, remember our agreement, Thrakk. We can try to help you with the grimlocks, and you help us explore and find what we need to help our friend. That means checking out other passages too. Also you said the grimlocks are quiet. What else can you tell us about them? Do they try to attack via ambush? How many are there? We may be mighty enough to face off against an ogre, but if we're going into a large group, we'd need to seek other options. And have you met with the derro?"
Jambiya sits up again, interested in the answers to Erric's questions.
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Thrakk gives a quick glance at Maldorn before turning back to look at Erric. "We should go through here, first. The grimlocks could escape the caves while we are in other tunnels looking for this artifact. How would they know to ambush us? If we are quiet, they shouldn't know we're coming. And, yes, I have met the derro."
Erric looks to the rest of the group with a "shall we?" sort of expression. He'd like to insight check Thrakk, or more specifically, whatever might be controlling Thrakk. Does it seem to mean them harm? It's definitely hiding things, but is it malicious?
Insight: 11
He also hands a torch to Jack, assuming Maldorn wants some light as well.
"Tell me, Thrakk, before we set off, about the derro, if you would. It might matter in how we approach the grimlocks. And further, what will you do when you see the grimlocks? Attack on sight, or are they likely to want to talk to us?"
"Very thoughtful of you," Maldorn thanks Erric for handing a torch over to Jack.
He then nods to each person in the party individually, accepting Erric's suggestion to move onward after his most recent questions are answered.
And he smokes some more. "If we are lucky these grimlocks hold whatever artifact we are looking for."
"Let's go!" Jambiya hops up from the ground. Seeing the torch, she doesn't bring up her lights.
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Anafrey would nod and follow along with her hand on her flail and her other hand holding the end of her long white braid.
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Erric, you are getting very weird signals from Thrakk. He clearly wants to take the party to the grimlocks, but he is suddenly second guessing that. You get the idea that he's worried about something.
As the group moves toward the northeast, Thrakk hesitates. "The derro," the orc says, causing the party to look back at him. "I think you're right. We should get rid of the derro first. It wouldn't be good if they attacked our flank." He takes a step toward the west. "Let's go this way first. Maybe we'll find the artifact."
“....how many derro? And you haven’t answered how many grimlocks. We’re not an army and if we are talking about large groups, not only is getting rid of them probably impossible, it might be wrong.”
Erric hasn’t moved and he’s looking at the orc, absolutely still.
"If we attack the grimlocks, maybe the derro will attack our flank. If we attack the derro, maybe the grimlocks will attack our flank." Maldorn ponders out loud.
"If we have to pick one, and assuming their numbers are manageable like Erric says, which one would you pick?" Maldorn's question is directed at everyone.
“I think we should go with Thrakk’s change of heart, so long as we’re not talking about a whole town of derro,” Jambiya says.
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Maldorn votes: "Fair enough. I agree with the wise girl. Let's just make sure we are watching our backs."