The woman drops her head at the mention of the priests heading off. “That boy Thomas is too eager. Too young, going to get himself hurt, along with those friends of his. Did they seem alright?”.... “There have been some Omens.... nothing to worry about yet.” The dwarves woman takes a short walk to the leftmost building. Beckoning over to a Elf male. “Zand’ayl, show our guests around the Troubadour Hall then the rest of the library. These are our guests...”. Beckoning for your names.
Walking in the first building it’s filled with shelves and shelves of scrolls, seated areas of cushions and benches. Musical instruments lining the walls. With small groups of bards telling tales and singing songs of glorious battles and religious leaders.
"Forgive us, we have traveled far and long. My name is Tresseme Galadorf and my companions and I are thankful for your hospitality. Your party passed... us by a few hours ago and pointed us in this direction.
Zand'ayl we would be glad to see the Troubador Hall, library, and any other areas you would be willing to show us. We too are aware of the bad omens and particularly are seeking out any areas of darkness on this mountain that we might find and deal with the source."
" deception roll in case you think its warranted 21
"You may call me William Turner my beautiful dwarven friend" he would say with a bow to the old female dwarf. "I am afraid we cannot stay long but a tour would be nice.. this is a fascinating place" Drax would say with a smile.
(OOC: I will roll deception 25 as well.. in case you need it since I am not giving my true name / pretending to be.. well.. not drax lol .)
Matteo is hanging back, looking around and letting the others do the talking. He is watching carefully for any sign of hostility in the Oghmites, or the approach of an armed or stealthed force, as he probably suspects that the tingling in his new finger was a warning of some kind. Perception10
The elf greets you and thanks you for coming by. “This is the Temple for Milil, that god of bards, and one of the scribes to Oghma. Coming next into the middle building this is Oghma’s temple.” As you enter the next building you continue to see lines and lines of bookshelves. But also clerics and monks studying and practicing their skills. Some are praying in the corners of the circular tower. Natural sunlight is flowing through open windows up high, illuminating the tower. The smell of old books and times mixed with incense. It’s clear while the last group you fought were new and shouldn’t expect these others to fall so easily. You’re fingers all let out another sharp pain as you pass through the middle of the hall. As you walk pass a brown nondescript door. “Follow me until we get into the next building of Deneir.”
"Sorry Zand'ayl, I do love architecture and this is such a beautiful temple. Say, where does this door lead? Are there more beautiful windows through here?" Jengamyr says as he stops in front of the brown door briefly.
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Drax would wince slightly before brushing the his blonde illusion hair to the side, casually looking around to see how many other priests are watching them.
(OOC: Is the elf the only one with them or is the old dwarf with them as well?)
Walking through the temples you can tell that there is a wide variety of training within clerics, monks, and bards; all in training or instructing.
There isn’t any iconography or insignia glaring with your great lords symbol. However there could be something in the vast amount of books and scrolls. There are manny holy relics and bobbles in display. Stealing them would be very difficult to do now.
No one is paying extended attention to you. The occasional priest looks up but goes right back to work.
Zand’ayl responds “oh yes the window,s, everyon always compliments the windows. Made of 400 years ago by Walgrufe Blud - famous bard of the time. Each window helps tell a story. Those rooms lead back to the head clerics office, you’ve met her earlier. There is some storage as well.
A story, you say, Master Zand'ayl? Matteo asks with enthusiasm that is not entirely false. I know you have many duties today, and I would hate to bother you, but could I trouble you for one of those stories? He looks around at the various windows, and points at one relatively far away from the door that Zin wants to investigate. That window looks fascinating. He begins to walk towards it, encouraging the elf to follow and asking questions about the various characters and other features that are visible in the window, hoping to distract the elf's attention.
Zand’ayl takes Mateo closer to the window where pictured is a grey scaled kobold holding a loot standing in the forefront, a White dragon below him holding a chain, a barbed devil, and some humans near the top. “This is the tale of Deekin Scalesinger.”
Deekin was a member of the Dripping Fang clan and worked under the command of Tymofarrar. His master was often entertained by Deekin's storytelling and songs. Tymofarrar also taught Deekin the skills to become chief of the clan as well to become a sorcerer. However, Deekin did not believe he had a place as chief and had aspirations to leave and become a skald instead. Therefore, when the opportunity arose, he agreed to give Drogan Droganson's apprentice the Tower Statue, a stolen artifact, in exchange for them negotiating his release from Tymofarrar.
As a free kobold, Deekin took the role of henchman to the apprentice and wrote of their adventures in the Anauroch desert.
Deekin eventually took a break from adventuring and ended up publishing books he had written about his many adventures. During this time, he ended up in Neverwinter, where he opened up a shop in the merchant quarter to sell items he had acquired during his travels. His prowess and fame in the area led to a street being named after him, Deekin's Street, in the Protector's Enclave within Neverwinter many years later.
Later in life, he returned to his tribe, became their leader after all and made the first joint human and kobold community in the realm. He later died and was mourned by many but his legacy continued on with a new generation of Scalesingers eager to have adventures of their own.
Zin: the door is indeed locked but Zand'ayl is preoccupied engaging Mateo with the story.
Jengamyr - you begin to focus and are pulled to a tome on the shelf. No name in the binder. It’s hefty, it seems like a record book. Filled with dates and names. Dating back to hundreds and hundreds of years.
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Matteo listens to the story, not really interested, though his attention perks up at the mention of the Archdevil Mephistopheles. (Has Matteo heard of him? Religion24
So strange to imagine a kobold bard, he says as the elf comes to the end of his story. I suppose there must be many nowadays, though I have never met one. A fine tale, good Zand'ayl, and you have my thanks for telling it so well. Tell me, what of these human-kobold communities you mention. Know you of any nearby?
Jengamyr slowly approaches the tome and takes it off the shelf. He turns a few pages and investigates further.
[Roll]1d20+1[/roll] investigation
You got a space between the 1 and the [.
taking a look at the pages it looks to read like a visitation log, or rather a list of dates. It looks to be when things go in, no dates showing anything coming out.
Zin hones in on the lock, quietly removing his thieves' tools from his bag. Attempting to be as quiet and discreet as he can, he goes aboht trying to pick the lock.
Stealth: 22
Lock pick (Dex check plus tools modifier): 15
opening the door discreetly, it resists at first then you find the right tumbler and the door swings out. Peering through the crack as to not alert the entire temple by swinging the door open, you see a staircase leading downward lit by torchlight. You don’t see the end.
Matteo listens to the story, not really interested, though his attention perks up at the mention of the Archdevil Mephistopheles. (Has Matteo heard of him? Religion18
So strange to imagine a kobold bard, he says as the elf comes to the end of his story. I suppose there must be many nowadays, though I have never met one. A fine tale, good Zand'ayl, and you have my thanks for telling it so well. Tell me, what of these human-kobold communities you mention. Know you of any nearby?
The name Mephistopheles most definitely rings a bell as he is the Archdevil controlling the 8th layer of Hell. You know he wasn’t totally just defeated, just whatever plan was foiled at the time. As he is still ruling the 8th layer. Most people mistake Mephistopheles as Asmododeus, if they are able to tell the difference here, you know there is a vast fountain of knowledge here.
Zand’ayl responds “most places were amongst the Sword Coast, I’d imagine they have flourished into the cities we know today, and probably was a contributor to the wide variety of races in Waterdeep.”
The woman drops her head at the mention of the priests heading off. “That boy Thomas is too eager. Too young, going to get himself hurt, along with those friends of his. Did they seem alright?”.... “There have been some Omens.... nothing to worry about yet.” The dwarves woman takes a short walk to the leftmost building. Beckoning over to a Elf male. “Zand’ayl, show our guests around the Troubadour Hall then the rest of the library. These are our guests...”. Beckoning for your names.
Walking in the first building it’s filled with shelves and shelves of scrolls, seated areas of cushions and benches. Musical instruments lining the walls. With small groups of bards telling tales and singing songs of glorious battles and religious leaders.
"Forgive us, we have traveled far and long. My name is Tresseme Galadorf and my companions and I are thankful for your hospitality. Your party passed... us by a few hours ago and pointed us in this direction.
Zand'ayl we would be glad to see the Troubador Hall, library, and any other areas you would be willing to show us. We too are aware of the bad omens and particularly are seeking out any areas of darkness on this mountain that we might find and deal with the source."
" deception roll in case you think its warranted 21
"You may call me William Turner my beautiful dwarven friend" he would say with a bow to the old female dwarf. "I am afraid we cannot stay long but a tour would be nice.. this is a fascinating place" Drax would say with a smile.
(OOC: I will roll deception 25 as well.. in case you need it since I am not giving my true name / pretending to be.. well.. not drax lol .)
Matteo is hanging back, looking around and letting the others do the talking. He is watching carefully for any sign of hostility in the Oghmites, or the approach of an armed or stealthed force, as he probably suspects that the tingling in his new finger was a warning of some kind. Perception 10
The elf greets you and thanks you for coming by. “This is the Temple for Milil, that god of bards, and one of the scribes to Oghma. Coming next into the middle building this is Oghma’s temple.” As you enter the next building you continue to see lines and lines of bookshelves. But also clerics and monks studying and practicing their skills. Some are praying in the corners of the circular tower. Natural sunlight is flowing through open windows up high, illuminating the tower. The smell of old books and times mixed with incense. It’s clear while the last group you fought were new and shouldn’t expect these others to fall so easily. You’re fingers all let out another sharp pain as you pass through the middle of the hall. As you walk pass a brown nondescript door. “Follow me until we get into the next building of Deneir.”
"Sorry Zand'ayl, I do love architecture and this is such a beautiful temple. Say, where does this door lead? Are there more beautiful windows through here?" Jengamyr says as he stops in front of the brown door briefly.
Drax would wince slightly before brushing the his blonde illusion hair to the side, casually looking around to see how many other priests are watching them.
(OOC: Is the elf the only one with them or is the old dwarf with them as well?)
Perception 15
Walking through the temples you can tell that there is a wide variety of training within clerics, monks, and bards; all in training or instructing.
There isn’t any iconography or insignia glaring with your great lords symbol. However there could be something in the vast amount of books and scrolls. There are manny holy relics and bobbles in display. Stealing them would be very difficult to do now.
No one is paying extended attention to you. The occasional priest looks up but goes right back to work.
Zand’ayl responds “oh yes the window,s, everyon always compliments the windows. Made of 400 years ago by Walgrufe Blud - famous bard of the time. Each window helps tell a story. Those rooms lead back to the head clerics office, you’ve met her earlier. There is some storage as well.
(Only the elf is with you)
A story, you say, Master Zand'ayl? Matteo asks with enthusiasm that is not entirely false. I know you have many duties today, and I would hate to bother you, but could I trouble you for one of those stories? He looks around at the various windows, and points at one relatively far away from the door that Zin wants to investigate. That window looks fascinating. He begins to walk towards it, encouraging the elf to follow and asking questions about the various characters and other features that are visible in the window, hoping to distract the elf's attention.
Deception 18
Can I do a check to see if I think we need to go behind the door or find something on the shelf based on when and where the talon started hurting?
Flat 20 roll 19
Zand’ayl takes Mateo closer to the window where pictured is a grey scaled kobold holding a loot standing in the forefront, a White dragon below him holding a chain, a barbed devil, and some humans near the top. “This is the tale of Deekin Scalesinger.”
Deekin was a member of the Dripping Fang clan and worked under the command of Tymofarrar. His master was often entertained by Deekin's storytelling and songs. Tymofarrar also taught Deekin the skills to become chief of the clan as well to become a sorcerer. However, Deekin did not believe he had a place as chief and had aspirations to leave and become a skald instead. Therefore, when the opportunity arose, he agreed to give Drogan Droganson's apprentice the Tower Statue, a stolen artifact, in exchange for them negotiating his release from Tymofarrar.
As a free kobold, Deekin took the role of henchman to the apprentice and wrote of their adventures in the Anauroch desert.
He continued these adventures into the Underdark and Cania and ultimately helped the adventurer defeat the archdevilMephistopheles.
Deekin eventually took a break from adventuring and ended up publishing books he had written about his many adventures. During this time, he ended up in Neverwinter, where he opened up a shop in the merchant quarter to sell items he had acquired during his travels. His prowess and fame in the area led to a street being named after him, Deekin's Street, in the Protector's Enclave within Neverwinter many years later.
Later in life, he returned to his tribe, became their leader after all and made the first joint human and kobold community in the realm. He later died and was mourned by many but his legacy continued on with a new generation of Scalesingers eager to have adventures of their own.
Zin: the door is indeed locked but Zand'ayl is preoccupied engaging Mateo with the story.
Jengamyr - you begin to focus and are pulled to a tome on the shelf. No name in the binder. It’s hefty, it seems like a record book. Filled with dates and names. Dating back to hundreds and hundreds of years.
Jengamyr slowly approaches the tome and takes it off the shelf. He turns a few pages and investigates further.
14 investigation
16 for investigation. Not sure why my previous post didnt roll. It showed a 14 for me but now its showing code
Matteo listens to the story, not really interested, though his attention perks up at the mention of the Archdevil Mephistopheles. (Has Matteo heard of him? Religion 24
So strange to imagine a kobold bard, he says as the elf comes to the end of his story. I suppose there must be many nowadays, though I have never met one. A fine tale, good Zand'ayl, and you have my thanks for telling it so well. Tell me, what of these human-kobold communities you mention. Know you of any nearby?
You got a space between the 1 and the [.
taking a look at the pages it looks to read like a visitation log, or rather a list of dates. It looks to be when things go in, no dates showing anything coming out.
opening the door discreetly, it resists at first then you find the right tumbler and the door swings out. Peering through the crack as to not alert the entire temple by swinging the door open, you see a staircase leading downward lit by torchlight. You don’t see the end.
The name Mephistopheles most definitely rings a bell as he is the Archdevil controlling the 8th layer of Hell. You know he wasn’t totally just defeated, just whatever plan was foiled at the time. As he is still ruling the 8th layer. Most people mistake Mephistopheles as Asmododeus, if they are able to tell the difference here, you know there is a vast fountain of knowledge here.
Zand’ayl responds “most places were amongst the Sword Coast, I’d imagine they have flourished into the cities we know today, and probably was a contributor to the wide variety of races in Waterdeep.”
(Zin was the one opening the door, I was trying to look in the tome with investigation)