Other than the telepathy, Minsys seems to suffer no ill effects from the spores, which would have engulfed Tabesha'l as well (if she was standing next to him when they were discharged)
Minsys coughs and waves a hand behind him trying to signal the others to hold up. When his coughing subsides he says, "Uh we come in peace but we are armed. Um... we are from above. The grandma of someone in our group had a house up there and we fell into the water. You know a place we can uh... dry off?"
"Weapons?" questions the voice in Minsys' head, "are those the things that mortal humanoids use in order to remain mortals for a little while longer by making others end their mortality sooner? If so, then I don't think you'll need those here, not sure what good they would do for you. To your query, if you are not currently still submerged in the water into which you fell, then in my understanding of the laws of nature, you are by definition already in a place where you may dry off. That is happening to you now," says the telepathic toadstool matter-of-factly and without an ounce of sarcasm.
Tabesha'l's inspection of the draconic writing yields the following translation: "Here lies Rithgolosbahrelden, Mother of Moonstone, slain by Viathirix The Cruel"
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Minsys stares at thr mushroom thinking that it will be a long day. "Uh, right. I mean dry off quicker than air dry. Anyways, have you mushroom people been here awhile? Can you show us around the caves?"
"I would ask that you not set yourself on fire here," says the toadstool to Minsys telepathically, "we myconids are a dry species and fire is not suitable to our anatomical structure. And yes, I can move about, albeit slowly, so I possess the ability to tour you further into these caves."
Minsys had already identified the talking toadstool as a myconid, just before the creature revealed the same to him. The barbarian recalls that myconids do not have the ability for audible speech, but rather communicate through telepathy with other sentient beings that inhale their rapport spores.
Observing the situation but seeing that Minsys does not seem to be in danger, Tink instead does what any self respecting gnome would do and starts taking down notes. Afterall, one never knew when they would be required to reproduce the same conditions in a controlled environment.
At the same time she whispers to Tabesha'l, Vaxis and Connak, "Is it just me, or does Minxys seem to be conversing with a mushroom of some sort? Could it possibly just a hallucination? I have read that certain mushrooms will do that to you."
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Connak looks at Minsys, "Friend Minsys, I think you should come and sit down closer to the well, where you can get more fresh air. Lets take a moment to let you clear your head."
Minsys looks at the myconid, "Hold on, my traveling friends don't know about your kind and how you..." he rolls his hand in the air while he thinks. "Not speak... think talk?"
He looks back at the others. "It's fine. He's a myconid. A mushroom creature. They talk in your mind after you breath the spores. Now don't give me that look. Just do it cause it's gonna show us around." He pauses, "Maybe not, he talks all smart like Tab... just less flowery."
Connak's gaze alters between the Myconid and Tabesha'l several times. Then a look of great hope can be seen on his face. "Maybe Tabesha'l should have a Myconid friend instead of that little demon... ?"
"I don't know what a grandma is," says the toadstool to Minsys, "but there used to be an elven woman that visited us here a long time ago. She would float down the well shaft and then go through that passage at the other end of the cavern. Then one day she went through it and never came back. Perhaps Tratainthraxjharelden, Daughter of the Moonstone Mother would know what happened to her. She lairs somewhere up ahead."
"Myconid you say! How facinating. It certainly has quite a unique communication apparatus. I can see that having something like that could have interesting applications, especially in cases where audible communication is not prefered,"Tink muses from the side. She then glances over at Whisker, who upon seeing her master's glance decides to slink away and out of sight lest she be caught have modifications forced upon her.
With a sigh, Tink turns back to the group, focusin on Minsys in particular, "So what has this Myconid told you so far? The inner workings of mushroom kind perhaps? Or maybe the details of how their spore expulsion systems work?"
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With a slightly dull look, Minsys stares at the myconid. "Uhh... Grandmother is um... family... The one who birthed the one that birthed you. Or in your case maybe, the myconid that produced spores, that produced the myconid that produced spores that became you... but that elf woman. That's who we are looking for, but who's this moonstone person?"
Before the myconid could answer he turns to Tab. "Elf woman came to visit. Went through the caves, one time never came back. Says...Tranta-inhblskjresx... no Tranti-sioiwoiuzw...no." He looks at the myconid and then back to Tab and then to myconid and then to Tab. "A woman called daughter of moonstone mother might know where she's at.."
"Tratainthraxjharelden is not a moonstone person, she is a moonstone dragon...and though she is not of the evil persuasion, you would do well to not make that same mistake in her presence..."huffs the myconid telepathically with just a bit of haughtiness. "Now, if I am to be your escort, then I wish to know of the world above as we traverse these tunnels..." The myconid slowly begins to uproot itself and starts shuffling towards the opening at the other end of the cavern.
(OOC: Tratainthraxjharelden is pronounced: TRAT-ayne-thrax-JAR-el-din)
As a dragonborn, Vaxis instinctively knows the following about moonstone dragons:
Ancient legends suggest that when the gods came to the First World and tried to populate it with their Humanoid followers, a clever dragon fled to the Feywild to hide a clutch of eggs. The magic of that faerie realm suffused the eggs, which hatched into the first moonstone dragons. Their descendants are now found throughout the Feywild.
Moonstone dragons are graceful and elegant creatures with opalescent scales and ruffs of emerald-green fur running down their chins, chests, backs, and tails. One horn arcs from the back of a moonstone dragon’s skull and another at the tip of the nose; the two horns together form a shape that’s reminiscent of a slender crescent moon. Moonstone dragons are playful and impetuous forces of mischief in their early years, but the best of them mature into wise teachers and storytellers who anchor Feywild communities. The worst of them are pompous and ill behaved, but even those remain gentle by nature and curious about all things—especially travelers from faraway places.
Moonstone dragons can project themselves into the realm of dreams to communicate with the creatures that sleep near their lairs. In this way, they inspire artists and poets, encourage great thinkers, and spur adventurers to heroic deeds. They sometimes give guidance to those in need or request help from adventurers to encourage them to greatness.
As a rule, moonstone dragons are not particularly interested in gold or copper, but they love silver, platinum, and mithral. They also cherish treasures whose value can’t be easily quantified—a song sung from the heart, a lock of a loved one’s hair, or a painting of a favorite place. A story of happy times fondly remembered is more precious to a moonstone dragon than a sack of gold.
Minsys stops as the myconid mentions a dragon. "Guys... Tratainthraxjharelden...is a moonstone dragon. Tab, I guess your grandmother knew a dragon..."
He begins to follow the mushroom man, "Sorry, I will be more respectful towards your Lady dragon. I can tell you some about topside. Has to do with dragons too. White and green ones flying about."
"White dragons are most unwelcome here. I hope none have followed you down that hole. They are the most predatory of all dragonkind, you know...the most animalistic. Tratainthraxjharelden's mother - Mother Moonstone, as we all called her, was slain by a white dragon...one that she had raised as an infant! Such evil in them."
In bat form, Arvi swirled in circles near the top of the cavern, which was by estimation about 30 feet high at its crest...and teeming with small iridescent insects that he happily gorged himself on.
The toadstool was barely moving barely 20 feet per minute, taking his time and perhaps unbeknownst to itself, just how slowly it was going. It had travelled farther in the last 10 seconds than it had in the last 10 years, so it thought it was doing a splendid job of keeping a sprinter's pace. The myconid stops on the way to the opening at the far end and turns to look back at Minsys: "Are your friends coming too? Without taking in my spores, they cannot hear me, but I can hear them, thought I cannot understand them. But I know they are there, and that they know I am here." He waits to see if the others follow, but even if they don't, it turns to trudge onward, both physically and telepathically...
"So, tell me of this green dragon...what unspeakable horrors has it dispatched upon you? Is that why you look the way you do? Boiled your face off with poison? Horrible! Horrible indeed! Well, fortunately it looks as though it is starting to grow back, or at least the scabs have begun falling off...You know, the Feyfolk make the most remarkable face cream....." The myconid prattles on, caring not for whether he was even being listened to while Minsys and the others try to decide whether they actually want to follow him further or not.
"Erm...thank you Tabesha'l, Minsys, and Connak. For earlier. You are warding off the corruption of the demon well, friend Tabesha'l. That demon would have let me drown."
He seems fascinated about the talks of the writings in Draconic. "I wonder what tribe that dragon ruled over? I have never seen a Moonstone dragon. I have seen a few gem dragons in my day, but not that type."
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Tabesha'l bows as she acknowledges Vaxis' thanks but she's obviously somewhat distracted by the interaction between Minsys and the Myconid. She barely manages to keep her emotions under control as she presses the half-orc, her voice shaking slightly:
" A dragon ? And a moonstone dragon, no less... and from what thou art saying, Friend Minsys, 'tis a few generations we art talking of here, a deceased mother and yet living daughter of the very species ! Truly ! What about my ancestor Aerydesia ? May thee ask if..."she catches herself, before rearranging her robes and getting a grip on her scandalously demonstrative behaviour, " ... never thou mindest, I shall also partake in said-spores. Canst thee please funnel my wish to yon Myconid, praytell ? The spores, I mean: how do I come to benefit of such ?"
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"My face? What's wrong with... oh. You just haven't seen a half orc before. Suppose I won't get mad at ya for that. This is just what we look like. As for the dragons, we fought the white. Probably a little guy comparatively, probably could have killed it but it would have taken a few of us too. Big green one came and scared it off. No chance to try and fight that one with how ragged we were." There is a bit of a sour note in his voice at not being able to finish the fight.
He hooks a finger back at Tab. "Tab here wants your spores too. It was her grandmother, the elven woman, that came to visit. I'll warn ya, she talks on and on."
"We can all benefit from being spored....a sentence I would never have imagined uttering before today."
He looks at Tabesha'l "We must be careful around the dragon. If she is indeed a gemstone dragon, she will likely be...flighty. Not necessarily good or evil, but....how do the humans say it....capricious."
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Tabesha'l and Vaxis move up next to Minsys while Connak, Tink and W.H.I.S.K.E.R. hang back a ways. A small cloud of spores emanates from the myconid, and after they have had a few moments to let them take effect, a voice sounds in their minds: "Greetings overlanders. I see we have one of dragonkind among us, The Daughter will be pleased to see you." He then nods towards Tabesha'l and says: "Please...tell me everything of the surface life. I crave to know what goes on up there, but I know I will never see it myself...describe for me, in infinite detail, the entirety of your knowledge."
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Other than the telepathy, Minsys seems to suffer no ill effects from the spores, which would have engulfed Tabesha'l as well (if she was standing next to him when they were discharged)
Minsys coughs and waves a hand behind him trying to signal the others to hold up. When his coughing subsides he says, "Uh we come in peace but we are armed. Um... we are from above. The grandma of someone in our group had a house up there and we fell into the water. You know a place we can uh... dry off?"
"Weapons?" questions the voice in Minsys' head, "are those the things that mortal humanoids use in order to remain mortals for a little while longer by making others end their mortality sooner? If so, then I don't think you'll need those here, not sure what good they would do for you. To your query, if you are not currently still submerged in the water into which you fell, then in my understanding of the laws of nature, you are by definition already in a place where you may dry off. That is happening to you now," says the telepathic toadstool matter-of-factly and without an ounce of sarcasm.
Tabesha'l's inspection of the draconic writing yields the following translation: "Here lies Rithgolosbahrelden, Mother of Moonstone, slain by Viathirix The Cruel"
Minsys stares at thr mushroom thinking that it will be a long day. "Uh, right. I mean dry off quicker than air dry. Anyways, have you mushroom people been here awhile? Can you show us around the caves?"
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"I would ask that you not set yourself on fire here," says the toadstool to Minsys telepathically, "we myconids are a dry species and fire is not suitable to our anatomical structure. And yes, I can move about, albeit slowly, so I possess the ability to tour you further into these caves."
Minsys had already identified the talking toadstool as a myconid, just before the creature revealed the same to him. The barbarian recalls that myconids do not have the ability for audible speech, but rather communicate through telepathy with other sentient beings that inhale their rapport spores.
Observing the situation but seeing that Minsys does not seem to be in danger, Tink instead does what any self respecting gnome would do and starts taking down notes. Afterall, one never knew when they would be required to reproduce the same conditions in a controlled environment.
At the same time she whispers to Tabesha'l, Vaxis and Connak, "Is it just me, or does Minxys seem to be conversing with a mushroom of some sort? Could it possibly just a hallucination? I have read that certain mushrooms will do that to you."
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Tink - Elf Artificer Nicholas Meloncreek - Human Fighter
Thurkear - Lizardfolk Warlock Bjorn "Whitewalker" Akannathi - Goliath Ranger
Connak looks at Minsys, "Friend Minsys, I think you should come and sit down closer to the well, where you can get more fresh air. Lets take a moment to let you clear your head."
Minsys looks at the myconid, "Hold on, my traveling friends don't know about your kind and how you..." he rolls his hand in the air while he thinks. "Not speak... think talk?"
He looks back at the others. "It's fine. He's a myconid. A mushroom creature. They talk in your mind after you breath the spores. Now don't give me that look. Just do it cause it's gonna show us around." He pauses, "Maybe not, he talks all smart like Tab... just less flowery."
Connak's gaze alters between the Myconid and Tabesha'l several times. Then a look of great hope can be seen on his face. "Maybe Tabesha'l should have a Myconid friend instead of that little demon... ?"
"I don't know what a grandma is," says the toadstool to Minsys, "but there used to be an elven woman that visited us here a long time ago. She would float down the well shaft and then go through that passage at the other end of the cavern. Then one day she went through it and never came back. Perhaps Tratainthraxjharelden, Daughter of the Moonstone Mother would know what happened to her. She lairs somewhere up ahead."
"Myconid you say! How facinating. It certainly has quite a unique communication apparatus. I can see that having something like that could have interesting applications, especially in cases where audible communication is not prefered," Tink muses from the side. She then glances over at Whisker, who upon seeing her master's glance decides to slink away and out of sight lest she be caught have modifications forced upon her.
With a sigh, Tink turns back to the group, focusin on Minsys in particular, "So what has this Myconid told you so far? The inner workings of mushroom kind perhaps? Or maybe the details of how their spore expulsion systems work?"
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Tink - Elf Artificer Nicholas Meloncreek - Human Fighter
Thurkear - Lizardfolk Warlock Bjorn "Whitewalker" Akannathi - Goliath Ranger
With a slightly dull look, Minsys stares at the myconid. "Uhh... Grandmother is um... family... The one who birthed the one that birthed you. Or in your case maybe, the myconid that produced spores, that produced the myconid that produced spores that became you... but that elf woman. That's who we are looking for, but who's this moonstone person?"
Before the myconid could answer he turns to Tab. "Elf woman came to visit. Went through the caves, one time never came back. Says...Tranta-inhblskjresx... no Tranti-sioiwoiuzw...no." He looks at the myconid and then back to Tab and then to myconid and then to Tab. "A woman called daughter of moonstone mother might know where she's at.."
"Tratainthraxjharelden is not a moonstone person, she is a moonstone dragon...and though she is not of the evil persuasion, you would do well to not make that same mistake in her presence..." huffs the myconid telepathically with just a bit of haughtiness. "Now, if I am to be your escort, then I wish to know of the world above as we traverse these tunnels..." The myconid slowly begins to uproot itself and starts shuffling towards the opening at the other end of the cavern.
(OOC: Tratainthraxjharelden is pronounced: TRAT-ayne-thrax-JAR-el-din)
As a dragonborn, Vaxis instinctively knows the following about moonstone dragons:
Ancient legends suggest that when the gods came to the First World and tried to populate it with their Humanoid followers, a clever dragon fled to the Feywild to hide a clutch of eggs. The magic of that faerie realm suffused the eggs, which hatched into the first moonstone dragons. Their descendants are now found throughout the Feywild.
Moonstone dragons are graceful and elegant creatures with opalescent scales and ruffs of emerald-green fur running down their chins, chests, backs, and tails. One horn arcs from the back of a moonstone dragon’s skull and another at the tip of the nose; the two horns together form a shape that’s reminiscent of a slender crescent moon. Moonstone dragons are playful and impetuous forces of mischief in their early years, but the best of them mature into wise teachers and storytellers who anchor Feywild communities. The worst of them are pompous and ill behaved, but even those remain gentle by nature and curious about all things—especially travelers from faraway places.
Moonstone dragons can project themselves into the realm of dreams to communicate with the creatures that sleep near their lairs. In this way, they inspire artists and poets, encourage great thinkers, and spur adventurers to heroic deeds. They sometimes give guidance to those in need or request help from adventurers to encourage them to greatness.
As a rule, moonstone dragons are not particularly interested in gold or copper, but they love silver, platinum, and mithral. They also cherish treasures whose value can’t be easily quantified—a song sung from the heart, a lock of a loved one’s hair, or a painting of a favorite place. A story of happy times fondly remembered is more precious to a moonstone dragon than a sack of gold.
Minsys stops as the myconid mentions a dragon. "Guys... Tratainthraxjharelden...is a moonstone dragon. Tab, I guess your grandmother knew a dragon..."
He begins to follow the mushroom man, "Sorry, I will be more respectful towards your Lady dragon. I can tell you some about topside. Has to do with dragons too. White and green ones flying about."
"White dragons are most unwelcome here. I hope none have followed you down that hole. They are the most predatory of all dragonkind, you know...the most animalistic. Tratainthraxjharelden's mother - Mother Moonstone, as we all called her, was slain by a white dragon...one that she had raised as an infant! Such evil in them."
In bat form, Arvi swirled in circles near the top of the cavern, which was by estimation about 30 feet high at its crest...and teeming with small iridescent insects that he happily gorged himself on.
The toadstool was barely moving barely 20 feet per minute, taking his time and perhaps unbeknownst to itself, just how slowly it was going. It had travelled farther in the last 10 seconds than it had in the last 10 years, so it thought it was doing a splendid job of keeping a sprinter's pace. The myconid stops on the way to the opening at the far end and turns to look back at Minsys: "Are your friends coming too? Without taking in my spores, they cannot hear me, but I can hear them, thought I cannot understand them. But I know they are there, and that they know I am here." He waits to see if the others follow, but even if they don't, it turns to trudge onward, both physically and telepathically...
"So, tell me of this green dragon...what unspeakable horrors has it dispatched upon you? Is that why you look the way you do? Boiled your face off with poison? Horrible! Horrible indeed! Well, fortunately it looks as though it is starting to grow back, or at least the scabs have begun falling off...You know, the Feyfolk make the most remarkable face cream....." The myconid prattles on, caring not for whether he was even being listened to while Minsys and the others try to decide whether they actually want to follow him further or not.
Vaxis will follow the little mushroom man.
"Erm...thank you Tabesha'l, Minsys, and Connak. For earlier. You are warding off the corruption of the demon well, friend Tabesha'l. That demon would have let me drown."
He seems fascinated about the talks of the writings in Draconic. "I wonder what tribe that dragon ruled over? I have never seen a Moonstone dragon. I have seen a few gem dragons in my day, but not that type."
DM - Saturday and Tuesday: Eberron
Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
Tabesha'l bows as she acknowledges Vaxis' thanks but she's obviously somewhat distracted by the interaction between Minsys and the Myconid. She barely manages to keep her emotions under control as she presses the half-orc, her voice shaking slightly:
" A dragon ? And a moonstone dragon, no less... and from what thou art saying, Friend Minsys, 'tis a few generations we art talking of here, a deceased mother and yet living daughter of the very species ! Truly ! What about my ancestor Aerydesia ? May thee ask if..." she catches herself, before rearranging her robes and getting a grip on her scandalously demonstrative behaviour, " ... never thou mindest, I shall also partake in said-spores. Canst thee please funnel my wish to yon Myconid, praytell ? The spores, I mean: how do I come to benefit of such ?"
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"My face? What's wrong with... oh. You just haven't seen a half orc before. Suppose I won't get mad at ya for that. This is just what we look like. As for the dragons, we fought the white. Probably a little guy comparatively, probably could have killed it but it would have taken a few of us too. Big green one came and scared it off. No chance to try and fight that one with how ragged we were." There is a bit of a sour note in his voice at not being able to finish the fight.
He hooks a finger back at Tab. "Tab here wants your spores too. It was her grandmother, the elven woman, that came to visit. I'll warn ya, she talks on and on."
"We can all benefit from being spored....a sentence I would never have imagined uttering before today."
He looks at Tabesha'l "We must be careful around the dragon. If she is indeed a gemstone dragon, she will likely be...flighty. Not necessarily good or evil, but....how do the humans say it....capricious."
DM - Saturday and Tuesday: Eberron
Player - PBP: (Vaxis, Dragonborn Cleric of Bahamut, DoIP), Discord: Byron Bojengles III (Dragonmarked Half-Elf Rogue/Warlock Hexblade)
Other games: (Aardwolf MUD, Diablo 3, Starcraft 2, Pokemon, Borderlands {all})
Tabesha'l and Vaxis move up next to Minsys while Connak, Tink and W.H.I.S.K.E.R. hang back a ways. A small cloud of spores emanates from the myconid, and after they have had a few moments to let them take effect, a voice sounds in their minds: "Greetings overlanders. I see we have one of dragonkind among us, The Daughter will be pleased to see you." He then nods towards Tabesha'l and says: "Please...tell me everything of the surface life. I crave to know what goes on up there, but I know I will never see it myself...describe for me, in infinite detail, the entirety of your knowledge."