Kaelani chuckles. "Clearly you've never been chased by a rooster...otherwise you would avoid these monsters too! Roosters look less fearsome than these creatures but are mean and will attack you without regard or remorse. I would counsel leaving the 'little chickens' alone as well."
The fiend scoffs at Tibi. "Ducks! What are ducks? Those are chickens I tell ya, chickens. Abyssal Chickens you fool. Carnivorous, temperamental, tasty bottom-feeders. Now state your business, we got work to do, Zariel's orders."
While he says this a fleshy sac that is on the tree falls to the ground with a wet splat and another of the abyssal chickens squirms its way out of the wet remains and starts running around.
"We're raising a pyre around this tree to incinerate it. Malformed trees grow, their branches laden with those fleshy sacs and then more of these blasted chickens. Zariel wants them gone, that's what we are doing. What are you doing?"
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Persuasion: 11
"We saw this unsightly and disorderly tree from the distance interrupting an otherwise well formed and regular landscape... and I don't mind telling you, well, we all thought to ourselves, 'Something should be done about that thing!' And wouldn't you know, as it happens, it looks like we weren't the only ones with that idea!"
Tibi watches the tree hatch another chicken with amazement and then flies over to Lulu and whispers "why do you think Zariel would want this tree gone?"He then yells back to the fiends "so exactly why does Zariel want the tree gone - looks like the perfect way to feed an army!"
"Zariel dispatches cleanup crews to scour the lake shores for the trees and destroy them before they become thickets. Beyond that I wouldn't try and guess her motivations and don't wanna." the fiend responds.
Lulu flies up to Darvin and whispers in his ear "Ask about the Bleeding Citadel. I don't see it here. Maybe they know something."
Drabash watches all of this happening with an air of detachment, thinking these ain't chickens I want for dinner. Heaven knows they probably don't even lay eggs.
"Say, speaking of the landscape, isn't the Bleeding Citadel supposed to be right around here? I figured we'd be able to see it from where we're standing, but..." Darvin looks around and gestures at the conspicuous absence of citadels of any kind, irrespective of sanguinity.
Krikendolt, the deformed and scarred fiend is about to answer when one of the others smacks him on the back of the head.
"Get killing the chickens or we kill you, remember?"
The others laugh and another pipes up
"Bleeding Citadel? Nope don't know. But i do know someone who could help. For the price of a soul coin, I'll you to a mysterious outlander that would know."
Meanwhile Krikendolt starts to chase one of the chickens, trying to slash it with his beard. He looks miserable.
All of the fiends laugh as Krikendolt answers. "They don't want the chickens killed, they want me to kill them. They don't care what happens to the chickens, they care about torturing me because I dare to pity the tiny things. It is my compassion they hate and mock."
All of the fiends laugh as Krikendolt answers. "They don't want the chickens killed, they want me to kill them. They don't care what happens to the chickens, they care about torturing me because I dare to pity the tiny things. It is my compassion they hate and mock."
At the fiend's explanation Tibi shrugs his shoulders - is this even possible for him - before continuing "compassion is a good thing. I'll tell you what, Drabash here is a strong soul but also one with compassion. Why don't you ask your so called friends if their prepared to bet on his compassion. If there strongest one can successfully pin Drabash to the ground we'll help you round up the chickens and dispatch them humanely. If Drabash wins they have to do their own dirty work and dispatch the chickens - or whatever they are - themselves."After making this offer and realising he may have dropped Drabash in it, Tibi turns to the half-orc saying "you don't have a problem with this - do you?"
One of the fiends laughs, "We don't care if they live or die, what point is there to your challenge? This isn't about the chickens! Noe hurry up and pay or leave, we have work to do."
Krikendolt cringes as one of the fiends kicks out at him. He then looks pleadingly at you. "Take me with you and I'll show you the way! Please!"
I'll tell you what, Drabash here is a strong soul but also one with compassion. Why don't you ask your so called friends if their prepared to bet on his compassion. If there strongest one can successfully pin Drabash to the ground we'll help you round up the chickens and dispatch them humanely. If Drabash wins they have to do their own dirty work and dispatch the chickens - or whatever they are - themselves."After making this offer and realising he may have dropped Drabash in it, Tibi turns to the half-orc saying "you don't have a problem with this - do you?"
Drabash simply draws himself up and flexes a few muscles at Tibi's remarks. "Bring it on." he says, then continues "If I win, the one called Krikendolt comes with us."
The 4 fiends seem to confer real quick and the largest of them steps out.
"Hells, Why not? A little fun to make the day better. Let's do this."
The fiend steps forward and motions you to come out and face him. Squaring off he then lunges at you trying to pin you to the ground.
Drabash, make 10 athletics or acrobatic rolls. Not sure if I'll need them all but we'll see what happens. They way I see it he must first grapple you and then shove you to the ground or shove you to the ground and then grapple you.
The fiend lunges forward and tries to grapple Drabash but he easily slips out of his grip. Drabash grins. "I have won, you failed."
"Aargh!" The fiend screams as he looks back the others. "It cannot be!" He says as the fiend looks ashamed of his failure. As Drabash turns to stand with his companions again the fiend suddenly tries one more time, this time trying to shove him to the ground. Again the half-orc avoids the attack.
"Enough, you have lost." Drabash rebukes the fiend. The fiend slinks back to the others, defeated.
The four remaining fiends jeer at Krikendolt as he gathers his stuff, putting a sack over shoulder and goes with the party. "Get lost you freak, we have work to do. But you'll catch hell when Zariel finds out you aren't at your post!" they laugh at him.
"Follow me, I'll show you where you need to go." Krikendolt says as he motions you to follow.
You back track north a short ways and get out of sight of the other fiends as you top a hill and start down the other side. Krikendolt then stops.
"There is a powerful mage who visits Avernus from other planes and often pays yugoloths for their protection. If anyone knows where to find this Bleeding Citadel, it’s surely Mordenkainen! Do you have a map I can mark its location on it?" Showing him the map he marks the location of the Tower of Urm. I can help take you there if you like. We need to cross the River Styx somehow.
You notice that the sack he puts down on the ground when you stop seems to move around as if something alive is inside of it.
Kaelani chuckles. "Clearly you've never been chased by a rooster...otherwise you would avoid these monsters too! Roosters look less fearsome than these creatures but are mean and will attack you without regard or remorse. I would counsel leaving the 'little chickens' alone as well."
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The fiend scoffs at Tibi. "Ducks! What are ducks? Those are chickens I tell ya, chickens. Abyssal Chickens you fool. Carnivorous, temperamental, tasty bottom-feeders. Now state your business, we got work to do, Zariel's orders."
While he says this a fleshy sac that is on the tree falls to the ground with a wet splat and another of the abyssal chickens squirms its way out of the wet remains and starts running around.
"We're raising a pyre around this tree to incinerate it. Malformed trees grow, their branches laden with those fleshy sacs and then more of these blasted chickens. Zariel wants them gone, that's what we are doing. What are you doing?"
- Who ever wants to talk roll a Persuasion check
Persuasion: 11
"We saw this unsightly and disorderly tree from the distance interrupting an otherwise well formed and regular landscape... and I don't mind telling you, well, we all thought to ourselves, 'Something should be done about that thing!' And wouldn't you know, as it happens, it looks like we weren't the only ones with that idea!"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Tibi watches the tree hatch another chicken with amazement and then flies over to Lulu and whispers "why do you think Zariel would want this tree gone?" He then yells back to the fiends "so exactly why does Zariel want the tree gone - looks like the perfect way to feed an army!"
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"Zariel dispatches cleanup crews to scour the lake shores for the trees and destroy them before they become thickets. Beyond that I wouldn't try and guess her motivations and don't wanna." the fiend responds.
Lulu flies up to Darvin and whispers in his ear "Ask about the Bleeding Citadel. I don't see it here. Maybe they know something."
Drabash watches all of this happening with an air of detachment, thinking these ain't chickens I want for dinner. Heaven knows they probably don't even lay eggs.
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"Say, speaking of the landscape, isn't the Bleeding Citadel supposed to be right around here? I figured we'd be able to see it from where we're standing, but..." Darvin looks around and gestures at the conspicuous absence of citadels of any kind, irrespective of sanguinity.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Krikendolt, the deformed and scarred fiend is about to answer when one of the others smacks him on the back of the head.
"Get killing the chickens or we kill you, remember?"
The others laugh and another pipes up
"Bleeding Citadel? Nope don't know. But i do know someone who could help. For the price of a soul coin, I'll you to a mysterious outlander that would know."
Meanwhile Krikendolt starts to chase one of the chickens, trying to slash it with his beard. He looks miserable.
"How about we help you kill these chickens, and you tell us what you know?" Kaelani counters...
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All of the fiends laugh as Krikendolt answers. "They don't want the chickens killed, they want me to kill them. They don't care what happens to the chickens, they care about torturing me because I dare to pity the tiny things. It is my compassion they hate and mock."
At the fiend's explanation Tibi shrugs his shoulders - is this even possible for him - before continuing "compassion is a good thing. I'll tell you what, Drabash here is a strong soul but also one with compassion. Why don't you ask your so called friends if their prepared to bet on his compassion. If there strongest one can successfully pin Drabash to the ground we'll help you round up the chickens and dispatch them humanely. If Drabash wins they have to do their own dirty work and dispatch the chickens - or whatever they are - themselves." After making this offer and realising he may have dropped Drabash in it, Tibi turns to the half-orc saying "you don't have a problem with this - do you?"
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
One of the fiends laughs, "We don't care if they live or die, what point is there to your challenge? This isn't about the chickens! Noe hurry up and pay or leave, we have work to do."
Krikendolt cringes as one of the fiends kicks out at him. He then looks pleadingly at you. "Take me with you and I'll show you the way! Please!"
Drabash simply draws himself up and flexes a few muscles at Tibi's remarks. "Bring it on." he says, then continues "If I win, the one called Krikendolt comes with us."
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
The 4 fiends seem to confer real quick and the largest of them steps out.
"Hells, Why not? A little fun to make the day better. Let's do this."
The fiend steps forward and motions you to come out and face him. Squaring off he then lunges at you trying to pin you to the ground.
Drabash, make 10 athletics or acrobatic rolls. Not sure if I'll need them all but we'll see what happens. They way I see it he must first grapple you and then shove you to the ground or shove you to the ground and then grapple you.
Drabash sets himself to meet the lunge and absorb the blow while converting this energy into a return effort.
Athletics x10:
25 26 15 16 9 17 11 13 21 7
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20, 15, 21, 18, 20, 15, 10, 5, 23, 7,
How many rounds? 1-3 2
The fiend lunges forward and tries to grapple Drabash but he easily slips out of his grip. Drabash grins. "I have won, you failed."
"Aargh!" The fiend screams as he looks back the others. "It cannot be!" He says as the fiend looks ashamed of his failure. As Drabash turns to stand with his companions again the fiend suddenly tries one more time, this time trying to shove him to the ground. Again the half-orc avoids the attack.
"Enough, you have lost." Drabash rebukes the fiend. The fiend slinks back to the others, defeated.
"Come Krikendolt, join with us and show us the way to the Bleeding Citadel." says Drabash as he gathers his things and prepares to move on.
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The four remaining fiends jeer at Krikendolt as he gathers his stuff, putting a sack over shoulder and goes with the party. "Get lost you freak, we have work to do. But you'll catch hell when Zariel finds out you aren't at your post!" they laugh at him.
"Follow me, I'll show you where you need to go." Krikendolt says as he motions you to follow.
You back track north a short ways and get out of sight of the other fiends as you top a hill and start down the other side. Krikendolt then stops.
"There is a powerful mage who visits Avernus from other planes and often pays yugoloths for their protection. If anyone knows where to find this Bleeding Citadel, it’s surely Mordenkainen! Do you have a map I can mark its location on it?" Showing him the map he marks the location of the Tower of Urm. I can help take you there if you like. We need to cross the River Styx somehow.
You notice that the sack he puts down on the ground when you stop seems to move around as if something alive is inside of it.