"Um...so the toads want the lady not dead...why not make them think that Lady is there while she is not? Like with magic, make a fake her and lure all the toads to a place with many traps. Like orc man say, magic is bait. So gather the toads in one place and not try to chase after a few, like a hunt for a clan." Hox suggests with his limited vocabulary.
“You assume the Slaad are not endless,” Killian points out. “They are extra-planar, yes?” She looks to others for confirmation. “Might there not be as many of them as there are kobolds here, or humans?” She’s pretty far out of her depth here.
After staring at the party blankly for a few moments Gruun turns to the Dwarf,"Bohmar, Ritska had us bring her here to you, that was our part of the plan. Has she spoken to you about what was to come after?"
Bohmar shrugs, "You invoke Ritska, I listen. That's all I know, and that's all I wanna know."
"What I don't yet understand," Ser Mary interjects, "Is why these creatures are organizing in such a manner. Their actions in Sundabar were chaotic, unpredictable. Has Doramor really gained this much control over--"
She is interrupted by another loud boom from the city, rattling the walls of Bohmar's tiny shop. She scowls, and shouts, "That's enough! Can you really trade innocent lives for fear of defeat?"
She unstraps her shield, throwing it to the side with great force into the legs of a nearby table, collapsing it. "Hey, there's no need for--carry on..." Bohmar begins, avoiding Ser Mary's glare.
"I understand your circumstances," she says after a period of silence. "I did not want to leave Doramor's parents imprisoned in the Den of the Whispered Word, but I chose orders over honor. But Denorian would not have it. 'There will be no better time'."
She puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose and sighs, her face a mixture of pain, anger, and sadness. "Someone will always force a confrontation. There is no hiding. There is no waiting. What happens when Doramor runs out of sappers? When this whole city becomes a crater? Will you wait here still, treating me like precious cargo?"
The proud paladin plants herself in a chair and begins to remove her gauntlets. "If I cannot serve the greater good, then someone must. Seek out Doramor in my place. Put an end to this insanity," she says.
For Rycider:
Ser Mary is a good eight or nine inches shorter than you. The height difference alone would make it almost impossible to non-magically pass a disguise past anybody who knows her well.
Mah talents are considerable but ah fear tha differance in our heights would make a disguise without magic untenable. But if it is our intention that the masses to not see their saviour perish then ah don't believe havin myself in disguise and fall to a Slaad would be any different. And if our objective is to draw out the Toads she gives Hox a winkthen ah believe our assault on their master will be incentive enough. So mah question is; how do we get to him?
“Well we have no way in knowing where we need to go to end this. Maybe we use magic to gain their attention and learn where we need to strike. Once that’s achieved we drop the disguise and no one falls.”
Tanakir thinks for a moment, "I doubt Doramor will come out to face Ser Mary himself, he doesn't seem the type to have that kind of spine. If we walk out with a half-baked disguise, Doramor may see through it and crush us with the Slaadi. If we attempt to deal with the Slaadi first, I think another explosion of this magnitude will wipe us all out.
We don't have much of a choice but to find Doramor and force him to recall the Slaadi to their home dimension. But where would he be? I am no diviner."
If no one else responds with a solution, Tanakir will clear a space for him to kneel and pray, hoping that his patron can guide his hand.
My lord above and before all, Helm the Protector. We cannot defend this city with sheer force of arms. I pray for guidance from you, my lord, so that we may be a shield between Doramor's evil and the innocents of this city, and a sword to end his menace once and for all.
Killian is silent, watching Tanakir pray with a mixture of simmering something and jealousy. Eventually she blinks it away and turns aside, checking the hang of her weapons.
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Aradurk fidgits with his hand ax. "So by Tanakir's thoughts, we would go get tangled up with Doramor. What do we know about Doramor's stomping grounds? Where does he get cozy with an ale? Ser Mary - you have to have some insight into his methods."
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Ser Mary casts a sullen gaze at the floorboards. In all the time some of you have known her, she has stood tall, proud, and with the posture of the Warblade of Sundabar. Now, without her gauntlets or her shield, she looks slumped, and tired.
"Doramor is..." she struggles for words, her gaze eventually settling on Killian. "When I was young, I was resentful of those who questioned a woman becoming a paladin. I met Doramor when he was a young halfling orphan...impressionable."
She runs her hand through her tangled red hair. "I foolishly told him then that anyone could be a paladin. He has always only heard what he wanted to hear, even then. He rushed out in front of a minotaur during a prison break, with nothing but a toy sword. I had to save him. I saw such potential in him, thought his fearlessness was driven by a sense of defending those around him. Afterward, I promised him that if he became a paladin that we would find his parents together," she continues.
"One day I found a locket in a bandit's hoard on the Iron Route. I knew the picture inside was of his parents from a glance...the resemblance was uncanny. But I kept it from the boy. He was so driven and focused on his goal that I could not bring myself to crush his hope. I thought by the time he took his oath he would forget his heroic fantasies. Instead, the halfling rushed headlong into dragon and dungeon, always shouting that he fought in the name of 'Ser Mary the bravest'."
She pauses, placing both hands on the bridge of her nose, looking truly weary. "Zeal and delusion walk too close a line. Doramor was never driven by defense -- only delusion. I don't know how he learned about his parents in the Den of the Whispered Word. After our war in the Underdark, Denorian kept a close eye on him. I can only assume he told him."
"Doramor has always been delusional, but this...this is insanity. He crossed the line a long time ago. I don't know where he might be, but I know one thing: For months and months, he has been singularly focused on getting his revenge. His focus is me. And if we don't find him first, rest assured he will find me," she answers.
Hox looks to Killian and makes a mental comparison to Mary...not coming up with much distinction between the two besides them having no scales, horns or tails. "...Half one wants to kill Lady so toads will take her to him...We maybe not need magic, Hox know of fancy powder and colors. Hox can maybe make Kill look like Lady. Fake Lady gets taken then we follow fake lady to Half one. Save fake one, get half one, and keep real lady safe. So instead of set bait, we follow bait. But Hox has no kit of powders so will need to go find one."
"Did toads have cage? We follow them to half one so we can get half one. Half one leads toads so we get him and toads stop too like green skins...Maybe bring weapons for Kill if they take hers." Hox starts to go through the carpet bag, "This just Hox plan, if others have plan then say it. But just fighting toads that go boom is not a plan, we need to get half one leader so it all stops." Hox starts to lug the bag towards Killian.
"But she not like Lady, with magic and blade. There others have magic and blade but are not female...You only female with magic and blade besides Lady." Hox takes out a few brushes and oils, "And...Hox use that 'favor', when we were at city."
Wes sighs. “We can’t make a compelling disguise without Ser Mary to find the location of Doramor. We might have to let her go. Every moment we are sitting here going in circles is another moment someone else may die. Let’s go have our parade, show off the real Ser Mary and begin to take the fight to them. Ser Mary doesn’t take her last breath until we’ve exhausted all of ours. Our hand is forced.”
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"Um...so the toads want the lady not dead...why not make them think that Lady is there while she is not? Like with magic, make a fake her and lure all the toads to a place with many traps. Like orc man say, magic is bait. So gather the toads in one place and not try to chase after a few, like a hunt for a clan." Hox suggests with his limited vocabulary.
“You assume the Slaad are not endless,” Killian points out. “They are extra-planar, yes?” She looks to others for confirmation. “Might there not be as many of them as there are kobolds here, or humans?” She’s pretty far out of her depth here.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
After staring at the party blankly for a few moments Gruun turns to the Dwarf, "Bohmar, Ritska had us bring her here to you, that was our part of the plan. Has she spoken to you about what was to come after?"
Bohmar shrugs, "You invoke Ritska, I listen. That's all I know, and that's all I wanna know."
"What I don't yet understand," Ser Mary interjects, "Is why these creatures are organizing in such a manner. Their actions in Sundabar were chaotic, unpredictable. Has Doramor really gained this much control over--"
She is interrupted by another loud boom from the city, rattling the walls of Bohmar's tiny shop. She scowls, and shouts, "That's enough! Can you really trade innocent lives for fear of defeat?"
She unstraps her shield, throwing it to the side with great force into the legs of a nearby table, collapsing it. "Hey, there's no need for--carry on..." Bohmar begins, avoiding Ser Mary's glare.
"I understand your circumstances," she says after a period of silence. "I did not want to leave Doramor's parents imprisoned in the Den of the Whispered Word, but I chose orders over honor. But Denorian would not have it. 'There will be no better time'."
She puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose and sighs, her face a mixture of pain, anger, and sadness. "Someone will always force a confrontation. There is no hiding. There is no waiting. What happens when Doramor runs out of sappers? When this whole city becomes a crater? Will you wait here still, treating me like precious cargo?"
The proud paladin plants herself in a chair and begins to remove her gauntlets. "If I cannot serve the greater good, then someone must. Seek out Doramor in my place. Put an end to this insanity," she says.
For Rycider:
Ser Mary is a good eight or nine inches shorter than you. The height difference alone would make it almost impossible to non-magically pass a disguise past anybody who knows her well.
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And that we shall do Mah Dear.
Addressing the rest of the party:
Mah talents are considerable but ah fear tha differance in our heights would make a disguise without magic untenable. But if it is our intention that the masses to not see their saviour perish then ah don't believe havin myself in disguise and fall to a Slaad would be any different. And if our objective is to draw out the Toads she gives Hox a wink then ah believe our assault on their master will be incentive enough. So mah question is; how do we get to him?
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“Well we have no way in knowing where we need to go to end this. Maybe we use magic to gain their attention and learn where we need to strike. Once that’s achieved we drop the disguise and no one falls.”
Tanakir thinks for a moment, "I doubt Doramor will come out to face Ser Mary himself, he doesn't seem the type to have that kind of spine. If we walk out with a half-baked disguise, Doramor may see through it and crush us with the Slaadi. If we attempt to deal with the Slaadi first, I think another explosion of this magnitude will wipe us all out.
We don't have much of a choice but to find Doramor and force him to recall the Slaadi to their home dimension. But where would he be? I am no diviner."
If no one else responds with a solution, Tanakir will clear a space for him to kneel and pray, hoping that his patron can guide his hand.
My lord above and before all, Helm the Protector. We cannot defend this city with sheer force of arms. I pray for guidance from you, my lord, so that we may be a shield between Doramor's evil and the innocents of this city, and a sword to end his menace once and for all.
Killian is silent, watching Tanakir pray with a mixture of simmering something and jealousy. Eventually she blinks it away and turns aside, checking the hang of her weapons.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Aradurk fidgits with his hand ax. "So by Tanakir's thoughts, we would go get tangled up with Doramor. What do we know about Doramor's stomping grounds? Where does he get cozy with an ale? Ser Mary - you have to have some insight into his methods."
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Ser Mary casts a sullen gaze at the floorboards. In all the time some of you have known her, she has stood tall, proud, and with the posture of the Warblade of Sundabar. Now, without her gauntlets or her shield, she looks slumped, and tired.
"Doramor is..." she struggles for words, her gaze eventually settling on Killian. "When I was young, I was resentful of those who questioned a woman becoming a paladin. I met Doramor when he was a young halfling orphan...impressionable."
She runs her hand through her tangled red hair. "I foolishly told him then that anyone could be a paladin. He has always only heard what he wanted to hear, even then. He rushed out in front of a minotaur during a prison break, with nothing but a toy sword. I had to save him. I saw such potential in him, thought his fearlessness was driven by a sense of defending those around him. Afterward, I promised him that if he became a paladin that we would find his parents together," she continues.
"One day I found a locket in a bandit's hoard on the Iron Route. I knew the picture inside was of his parents from a glance...the resemblance was uncanny. But I kept it from the boy. He was so driven and focused on his goal that I could not bring myself to crush his hope. I thought by the time he took his oath he would forget his heroic fantasies. Instead, the halfling rushed headlong into dragon and dungeon, always shouting that he fought in the name of 'Ser Mary the bravest'."
She pauses, placing both hands on the bridge of her nose, looking truly weary. "Zeal and delusion walk too close a line. Doramor was never driven by defense -- only delusion. I don't know how he learned about his parents in the Den of the Whispered Word. After our war in the Underdark, Denorian kept a close eye on him. I can only assume he told him."
"Doramor has always been delusional, but this...this is insanity. He crossed the line a long time ago. I don't know where he might be, but I know one thing: For months and months, he has been singularly focused on getting his revenge. His focus is me. And if we don't find him first, rest assured he will find me," she answers.
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Hox looks to Killian and makes a mental comparison to Mary...not coming up with much distinction between the two besides them having no scales, horns or tails. "...Half one wants to kill Lady so toads will take her to him...We maybe not need magic, Hox know of fancy powder and colors. Hox can maybe make Kill look like Lady. Fake Lady gets taken then we follow fake lady to Half one. Save fake one, get half one, and keep real lady safe. So instead of set bait, we follow bait. But Hox has no kit of powders so will need to go find one."
Rycider opens her carpet bag, and with a gentle shove from her foot, slides the bag to rest next to Hox.
"As long as they travel like normal that should work. How will we free her before she is put in a guarded cage?"
"Yes," Killian notes, eyeing Rycider's carpet bag with some horror. "How do we free me before I am put in a guarded cage? Or, discovered, and killed."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
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"Did toads have cage? We follow them to half one so we can get half one. Half one leads toads so we get him and toads stop too like green skins...Maybe bring weapons for Kill if they take hers." Hox starts to go through the carpet bag, "This just Hox plan, if others have plan then say it. But just fighting toads that go boom is not a plan, we need to get half one leader so it all stops." Hox starts to lug the bag towards Killian.
“I am not... I am not good at... pretend,” Killian says. “Why not make her up?” She points at Rycider. “She is much the same size, no?”
(I can’t see heights on character sheets)
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"But she not like Lady, with magic and blade. There others have magic and blade but are not female...You only female with magic and blade besides Lady." Hox takes out a few brushes and oils, "And...Hox use that 'favor', when we were at city."
"So give her a blade! This is not a wise choice," she fends Hox off with her gauntlet.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Wes sighs. “We can’t make a compelling disguise without Ser Mary to find the location of Doramor. We might have to let her go. Every moment we are sitting here going in circles is another moment someone else may die. Let’s go have our parade, show off the real Ser Mary and begin to take the fight to them. Ser Mary doesn’t take her last breath until we’ve exhausted all of ours. Our hand is forced.”