Messalina walks up to the cultist with Bell walking alongside her, quarterstaff in her hands. "Now I'm going to ask you a few questions and you're going to answer them truthfully and to the best of your ability, or my friend here is going to crush whatever fragments of manhood you have left."
Intimidation: 15
"How many people are at camp? Do your people have any prisoners there? Who is your leader? What is the best way to enter your camp undetected? And answer truthfully, unless you wish to be singing falsetto for the rest of your life."
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Camilla blinked for a few moments at Bell and the readout dissipated as she folded her hands together and stood up next to her. "Yes, I can see that."she smirked, trying to figure out if Bell was being serious or trying to.. "Are you asking that you want to learn from me?"She pondered that notion for a moment, looking at Bell's hands. Claws. Talons? "I don't see why not. Yes, I believe that would be fine!"
Edward meanwhile has been cleaning his Katana. He cannot help but let our a laugh at the Kenku. Commenting aloud, "You'd make a good fighter at the Coliseum."
The cultist reveals this, and this only: There are at least 40 people in the camp and eight prisoners. A man named Rezmir is their leader. He doesn't know the answer to the last question.
The cultists have set up their camp in the hollow of a rocky plateau that’s shaped roughly like a horseshoe. The lower portion of the plateau rises gently from the surrounding land, but it quickly steepens and ascends to a height of 150 feet above the landscape. Boulders form jumbled heaps at the bases of the cliffs. The level shelves and top of the plateau are covered in long grass, and brush and scrubby trees grow in patches.
Boulders. The boulders are difficult terrain and provide three-quarters cover.
Brush. The brush around the site grows to a height of 4 to 6 feet. It is tough and dense, making it difficult terrain and providing three-quarters cover to targets sheltering among it.
Caves. The steep sides of the plateau are dotted with shallow caves. Boulders or brush conveniently conceals many of the cave mouths. Characters who need to take a long rest can easily find a secure cave in which to hide.
Guard Towers. The cultists have built two guard towers at the camp, one at the entrance to the hollow and one atop the plateau. These towers are 20 feet high and made from rough timbers lashed together with rope. They are large enough for a few lookouts. The tower at the mouth of the hollow is manned by kobolds, while warriors man the one above. The guards are equipped with horns.
Slopes. The sides of the plateau rise sharply, while the floor of the hollow slopes up gradually toward the east. A long ladder is lashed to the cliff so guards can reach the upper guard tower.
Tents. The raiders live in circular huts made from closely spaced wooden or bone poles covered in hide, mud, and sod. Huts vary in diameter from 10 feet to 25 feet, and in height from 5 feet to 10 feet. (Symbols on the map represent clusters of tents.) Those in the mouth of the hollow (level 1 on the map) are crudely built and decorated with animal skulls. These are occupied by kobolds it appears. Cultists occupy the huts on level 2, which are sturdier, cleaner, and decorated with painted designs representing dragons.
The camp does not seem to be on high alert, as if the notion of being followed is ridiculous. You could easily observe everyone and take notes and ask questions before you infiltrate. The biggest risk you face is someone might recognize you guys from Greenest.
Camilla begins setting up her blanket very neatly, as if indicating that she will stay behind and perhaps have a cup of tea and intellectual conversation with whoever wishes to stay behind.
Bell chirps happily and joins her new medical companion for tea, waiting the tiefling with curious eyes as she brews the pot. Before the team set out to infiltrate the camp go out, she gives them a good luck hug (on who ever is going to be doing most of the deceiving and talking) and a wave goodbye!
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Messalina goes behind a bush and changes into some common clothing, as well as her appearance into that of a human woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an uneven smirk. Common enough. I definitely do not want to attract attention to myself if Rezmir is here. She comes back to the camp and accepts the good luck hug from Bell. "We'll scream for help if we get into trouble, but I doubt that we will."She walks down to the edge of the camp and addresses the first guard she comes across, looking as friendly and unassuming as possible. "Good Morning! My friend and I were going for a nice stroll through the area when we saw your camp. Could I ask what brings such a large group out here?"
Li'riya reluctantly leaves her distinctive scimitar behind, bringing only her bow and arrows with her, as well as a dagger. She stays quiet behind Messalina, glancing around quietly like she's awed by the sheer size of the encampment.
Since you are not posing a cult members, and you two are "going out for a nice stroll" twelve miles from the nearest town, it's a DC15 (Deception) to win over this particular guard and have your questions answered.
Camilla pours herself, Edward, and Bell a cup of tea and takes a sip with her pinky pointing out, all sophisticated. Pushing her glasses up on her face, she swallows and nods slowly. "Ah."she smacks her lips, smiling. "Nothing like a cup of tea while we wait for our friends to be captured. I mean, return back. Hah."She took another sip. "I guess since we're going to be spending a bit of time together, i'll share something about me."
Where to begin. Welp, here goes.
"I actually come from Avernus, the first layer of Hell. I was raised there after my parents died. My mother was a human, as was my father, but they both dabbled in Asmodean trickery, magic, and promises, and well, I was born a tiefling."
Bell mimicked how Camilla had sipped her tea, frowning for a moment after realizing she didn’t have a pinky to stick out like she did, but regardless pushes through this minuscule obstacle and enjoyed the slightly bitter taste of the tea. Her tail feathers happily sway behind her as Camilla speaks about herself, stopping when she mentions she’s from Hell.
”Hell is where the bad people go, right?” She questions innocently, remembering what the nuns of the church explained Hell was to her and the other children in her class. “Are you bad, Camilla?”
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"Well.."she admits, thoughtfully. "I guess that depends on your point of view. Do I seem bad to you?"she asks, smiling. "I can understand why you would say that, thought - that's a typical conception of people from there, sure. To be honest, I felt like what Avernus was doing IS bad. Avernus took me in after my parents died. I had a knack for magic and healing and I was trained to be a doctor. They had me join the military where my talents were used in an effort to sway our side of the war we are currently fighting with another plane. They made me do horrible things, and I actually ran away." She took another sip of her tea.
Astrid, you can see from where you are the Leosin is among one of the prisoners, involved with the others under watch by four guards. They are performing manual labor and all look very tired and weak.
The guard Messa and Li'riya were talking to let you run away. The guard returns to a hut and appears to be informing the others of what he saw. There is a patrol walking the perimeter now, and the lookout seem more vigilant.
"You could say that again."Camilla smiles. Out of the corner of her eyes, she sees Messalina and Li'riya making a swift getaway. "Looks like that little plan of trickery went well!"she snorts, and takes another sip of tea, changing the subject. "The grass in the tea gives it an earthy flavor, don't you think?"
Messalina walks up to the cultist with Bell walking alongside her, quarterstaff in her hands. "Now I'm going to ask you a few questions and you're going to answer them truthfully and to the best of your ability, or my friend here is going to crush whatever fragments of manhood you have left."
Intimidation: 15
"How many people are at camp? Do your people have any prisoners there? Who is your leader? What is the best way to enter your camp undetected? And answer truthfully, unless you wish to be singing falsetto for the rest of your life."
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Camilla blinked for a few moments at Bell and the readout dissipated as she folded her hands together and stood up next to her. "Yes, I can see that." she smirked, trying to figure out if Bell was being serious or trying to.. "Are you asking that you want to learn from me?" She pondered that notion for a moment, looking at Bell's hands. Claws. Talons? "I don't see why not. Yes, I believe that would be fine!"
Edward meanwhile has been cleaning his Katana. He cannot help but let our a laugh at the Kenku. Commenting aloud, "You'd make a good fighter at the Coliseum."
The cultist reveals this, and this only: There are at least 40 people in the camp and eight prisoners. A man named Rezmir is their leader. He doesn't know the answer to the last question.
"Very well." Messalina shoots the guard in the head before relaying this information to the party
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The cultists have set up their camp in the hollow of a rocky plateau that’s shaped roughly like a horseshoe. The lower portion of the plateau rises gently from the surrounding land, but it quickly steepens and ascends to a height of 150 feet above the landscape. Boulders form jumbled heaps at the bases of the cliffs. The level shelves and top of the plateau are covered in long grass, and brush and scrubby trees grow in patches.
Boulders. The boulders are difficult terrain and provide three-quarters cover.
Brush. The brush around the site grows to a height of 4 to 6 feet. It is tough and dense, making it difficult terrain and providing three-quarters cover to targets sheltering among it.
Caves. The steep sides of the plateau are dotted with shallow caves. Boulders or brush conveniently conceals many of the cave mouths. Characters who need to take a long rest can easily find a secure cave in which to hide.
Guard Towers. The cultists have built two guard towers at the camp, one at the entrance to the hollow and one atop the plateau. These towers are 20 feet high and made from rough timbers lashed together with rope. They are large enough for a few lookouts. The tower at the mouth of the hollow is manned by kobolds, while warriors man the one above. The guards are equipped with horns.
Slopes. The sides of the plateau rise sharply, while the floor of the hollow slopes up gradually toward the east. A long ladder is lashed to the cliff so guards can reach the upper guard tower.
Tents. The raiders live in circular huts made from closely spaced wooden or bone poles covered in hide, mud, and sod. Huts vary in diameter from 10 feet to 25 feet, and in height from 5 feet to 10 feet. (Symbols on the map represent clusters of tents.) Those in the mouth of the hollow (level 1 on the map) are crudely built and decorated with animal skulls. These are occupied by kobolds it appears. Cultists occupy the huts on level 2, which are sturdier, cleaner, and decorated with painted designs representing dragons.
The camp does not seem to be on high alert, as if the notion of being followed is ridiculous. You could easily observe everyone and take notes and ask questions before you infiltrate. The biggest risk you face is someone might recognize you guys from Greenest.
Astrid will observe the cultists roaming around, and then pull out her disguise kit and try to emulate her appearance to match that of a cultist.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Camilla begins setting up her blanket very neatly, as if indicating that she will stay behind and perhaps have a cup of tea and intellectual conversation with whoever wishes to stay behind.
Bell chirps happily and joins her new medical companion for tea, waiting the tiefling with curious eyes as she brews the pot. Before the team set out to infiltrate the camp go out, she gives them a good luck hug (on who ever is going to be doing most of the deceiving and talking) and a wave goodbye!
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Messalina goes behind a bush and changes into some common clothing, as well as her appearance into that of a human woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an uneven smirk. Common enough. I definitely do not want to attract attention to myself if Rezmir is here. She comes back to the camp and accepts the good luck hug from Bell. "We'll scream for help if we get into trouble, but I doubt that we will." She walks down to the edge of the camp and addresses the first guard she comes across, looking as friendly and unassuming as possible. "Good Morning! My friend and I were going for a nice stroll through the area when we saw your camp. Could I ask what brings such a large group out here?"
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Li'riya reluctantly leaves her distinctive scimitar behind, bringing only her bow and arrows with her, as well as a dagger. She stays quiet behind Messalina, glancing around quietly like she's awed by the sheer size of the encampment.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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Since you are not posing a cult members, and you two are "going out for a nice stroll" twelve miles from the nearest town, it's a DC15 (Deception) to win over this particular guard and have your questions answered.
Deception: 23
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Camilla pours herself, Edward, and Bell a cup of tea and takes a sip with her pinky pointing out, all sophisticated. Pushing her glasses up on her face, she swallows and nods slowly. "Ah." she smacks her lips, smiling. "Nothing like a cup of tea while we wait for our friends to be captured. I mean, return back. Hah." She took another sip. "I guess since we're going to be spending a bit of time together, i'll share something about me."
Where to begin. Welp, here goes.
"I actually come from Avernus, the first layer of Hell. I was raised there after my parents died. My mother was a human, as was my father, but they both dabbled in Asmodean trickery, magic, and promises, and well, I was born a tiefling."
Bell mimicked how Camilla had sipped her tea, frowning for a moment after realizing she didn’t have a pinky to stick out like she did, but regardless pushes through this minuscule obstacle and enjoyed the slightly bitter taste of the tea. Her tail feathers happily sway behind her as Camilla speaks about herself, stopping when she mentions she’s from Hell.
”Hell is where the bad people go, right?” She questions innocently, remembering what the nuns of the church explained Hell was to her and the other children in her class. “Are you bad, Camilla?”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"Well.." she admits, thoughtfully. "I guess that depends on your point of view. Do I seem bad to you?" she asks, smiling. "I can understand why you would say that, thought - that's a typical conception of people from there, sure. To be honest, I felt like what Avernus was doing IS bad. Avernus took me in after my parents died. I had a knack for magic and healing and I was trained to be a doctor. They had me join the military where my talents were used in an effort to sway our side of the war we are currently fighting with another plane. They made me do horrible things, and I actually ran away." She took another sip of her tea.
Astrid, you can see from where you are the Leosin is among one of the prisoners, involved with the others under watch by four guards. They are performing manual labor and all look very tired and weak.
The guard Messa and Li'riya were talking to let you run away. The guard returns to a hut and appears to be informing the others of what he saw. There is a patrol walking the perimeter now, and the lookout seem more vigilant.
Edward has been sipping on his tea as well. He then says, "Heaven and Hell and all that is complicated."
"You could say that again." Camilla smiles. Out of the corner of her eyes, she sees Messalina and Li'riya making a swift getaway. "Looks like that little plan of trickery went well!" she snorts, and takes another sip of tea, changing the subject. "The grass in the tea gives it an earthy flavor, don't you think?"
Li'riya makes it over to the group, panting lightly. "They didn't believe us," she explains, rather needlessly.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Tea?" Camilla offers Li'riya, calmly smiling.