Kolyyt nods a little at the words, if not somewhat impressed by the candor. Staring at Fouder, Solomon seemingly disappearing in the moment “Do tell, why would my men attack you. They were given a singular purpose, please explain what truly happened here.” His eyes soft and sincere, but his positioning and body language direct and commanding. His juxtaposition makes him incredibly hard to read.
Solomon glares at Fouder for a second, the cleric clearly uneasy around both the deva and the power it wields, and wished the gods might have bestowed his companion with a little more composure. His eyes lock with the deva's, unblinking, looking for any sign that this situation was about to turn for the worse. He hoped his friends were far out of reach by now.
"We came across elves, fleeing the battle. Truth be told, we came close to blows with them, but were able to persuade them we were not a threat. It seemed prudent to escape the area with them, as they said they could lead us to safety; we were then cornered by your men, and fought. The elves blasted the hole in the wall you see behind us, and made good their escape."
Solomon pauses, weighing up his last bargaining chip, before deciding to play it. "Your soldier's 'singular purpose' involved dragons, correct?"
Arell decides to visit his upstairs apartment first, but gestures for the others to do as they will. "There might be some food left in the basement, I did not go down there too often I must admit. You are free to go there or come upstairs with me, raiders have been through here already, and the way this place is now, I cannot say it feels like home anymore. Besides, you are friends, right?"
He gives another weak smile before vanishing up the stairs, completely oblivious to the terror that Solomon and Fouder are going through just a few blocks away.
Not seeing any immediate danger, turns towards the rest to say: "This final stretch seems safe at the moment, but I suggest we don't tarry. I'd prefer to cross over now to the tower with you, Tenezzaz. After what happened earlier today, I'd rather not be trapped again in a building."
Tennezaz nods even as he moves towards the basement to check for food as Arell had suggested, hoping that perhaps there would be enough for a few meals for the group or at the least himself.
Solomon and Fouder: Kolyyt breaks his focus on Fouder. Not turning his head or breaking eye contact, but enough To reply to Solomon. “It sounds as though you know the answer despite phrasing it as a question. What would you know of dragons?”
(both Fouder and Solomon need a roll persuasion/deception depending on your answers)
Arell: you walk upstairs, passing by the kitchen that has been stripped of everything potentially useful, you walk to your bedroom. The frame of the bed has snapped as the linens are crumpled and soiled. Each step partially slides as the dust is almost slick on the wooden floor. The emotions come flooding back as your new reality sets in all over again; reliving the events that brought you to this moment. The fear, anger, uncertainty. Then a small glimmer of pride.... power. The reminder of the promise you made to... something. Someone distant and alien but also a long known family friend. You hear a deep laughing that comes from the desk in the corner of the room. You know the voice as it beckons to you...
Fingolin and Tennanaz: you follow the steps down in the basement. With your presence known a group of rats scatter. Walking to investigate you find it that the rats were feeding on an old bloated corpse of their brethren and nothing salvageable. The West side of the basement that should be wood and packed dirt is caved in as the collapsed tunnel now occupies the space. The curved plaster wall bows into the room. A hole is smashed open and will be easy enough to get everyone through.
Arell scrunches up his nose in disdain and disgust as he notices the state of the bed. It had not been just the Sundering that had caused those stains. A whiff of stale piss reaches his nose as he steps towards the desk. Yeah, definitely not just the building half-collapsing in on itself. Someone had used his room for a hideout for some time. A cold chill runs over his spine as he realizes that now this would never be home again.
With a stubborn, angry grunt he focuses his attention on the laughter echoing in his mind to block out the state of the room. "Yes, what do you want?" he growls under his breath as he reaches out to open the drawer.
Arell - A green mist pours out of the cabinet. Sense it quite literally seeps out and cascades down to the floor as it spreads and dissipates. A black iron band with an emerald inlay sits in the drawer. You don’t know this ring to be one of your prior to the Sundering. The voice rings in your head. “Just a reminder of things to be paid.... in full. I see you are growing in your skills, which is good. Continue to grow, learn, vanquish your enemies. You will need to be stronger for what I have in store for you. Wear the ring proudly, my champion. I’ll be watching...”
Arell picks up the ring, turning it over while studying it closely. It was a simple design, but the technique to hold the emerald in place was fine, intricate, and well beyond his own skill to create. A part tickled in the back of his mind that he was giving up too much to survive, but the idea that something like Kolyyt could land in front of him at any moment quickly quashed any notion of fighting his Patron Lord. "Thank you for the gift, Lord. With your help, I will grow, learn, survive. Ask, and I serve." he says aloud while slipping the ring on his finger. For a moment he considers just lying down in his bed and rest, but then he remembers the stained covers and the smell of stale urine once again penetrates his senses.
With grumble of annoyance, Tennezaz will move to clear some of th debris around the tunnel, taking a few pot shots at any rats he sees with the smaller pieces of rubble. As he does this he curses them in the name of the his demonic ancestor the Balor Malthiza and the demon Lord he served.
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Fouder glances across to Solomon, uncertain and unnerved, before looking back to the deva, taking in the exquisite form and the expression that doesn't quite meet his eyes. He breathes deeply, before pressing a hand to his chest and calling upon his own weary soul for Guidance, the cold metal of his amulet providing no comfort.
"I believe you know the answer yourself, celestial. We saw the elves leave with what we believe to be a dragon egg. As my companion here said, they blasted a hole through that wall," he points to it. "And then they disappeared through it. To us, the dragon egg means very little. Nothing, in fact. We stopped here to lay your men to rest, because that is the right thing to do." He looks Kolyyt directly in the eyes. "We have no quarrel with you and your cause. We just want to get to safety."
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A drip of sweat runs down Solomon's temple. He hoped it was from lifting rocks, and not fear, or nerves. He had seen, and lost, too much in recent times, and considered those emotions vestiges of his past, parts of him he had shed to adjust to this new world.
"We do not know your agenda. Both you and your rival, Cembessa, would appear to champion the light, yet you gather armies around you and fight each other, laying waste to an already-ruined city. I would implore you to consider diplomacy, for there are far greater threats outside Waterdeep. I hail from Neverwinter, and have lost... my wife... and nearly my daughter, to demons in your position in that once-great city. Call a truce with Cembessa, combine your forces, make Waterdeep a safe haven for all who would seek it, and give us a reason to look up to you, in the Maker's absence."
Solomon's impassioned plea increases to a crescendo as the words spill out of him, his voice breaking slightly at the rare mention of his family, until he is almost shouting at the deva.
Persuasion: 17
Fouder derailed what Solomon was planning to say, so I've changed tack slightly (and also Fouder rolled well).
Fingolin smiles at Tenezzaz's display of accuracy and allows himself to relax a little. He realized suddenly how little he knew about the Tiefling.
"It was brave what you did... carrying the egg like that in the open. It wasn't even a solid plan, but you never questioned it. That shows trust. Thank you. I know, you'll say all you care about is survival, but I won't believe that's all there is to it. And I think we can achieve more than that."
He starts helping with clearing some of the rubble.
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The air grows quiet, the wind whistling through the streets of the barren city seem to die down within the moments of what transpires. Kolyyt looks to both of Fouder and Solomon.
Fouder:
You hear Kolyyts voice in your head. The tone matches the soft compassion in his eyes I recognize a man of the cloth before they ever step foot in my presence. It’s clear you are clasping for your faith, drawing at straws, searching for any semblance of the comfort of our Father who has since passed. Though try as you might you feel it within you the cold echoing void. The power is still out there, yearning for a soul to cling to. I intend to be that power, I can be that power for you. The cold pit in your stomach will be no more, the love and respect of a tangible God before you. It’s clear your devotion still grants you power. I think there is a reason, my man recognized you and not the other. Whether you chose to follow me or not will be your choice, just know whatever path you chose there will be consequences...... what’s that saying the people always say down here? An eye for an eye.
Solomon:
A booming voice rings in your head. It’s Kolyyt’s but you’d think it comes from his larger 15 foot form. Bellowing within your temples as it almost brings you to your knees. Yelling inside your head, authoritative not desperate: You have no idea the depths of pain that one has felt since the Sundering. You can not begin to understand the hole that was left when my Father was murdered before us. You do not know Cembessa like I do. I am the one fighting for the people, for civilization just as the Maker put you first. Order, Justice, Peace..... Cembessa claims her life is for balance, but when the eons go by, your perspective warps, the scales get so large that it’s impossible to weigh what is good and what is righteous. You aid the ones who work against me, then call for aid; claim it to be reason?
Within that silent moment erupts with a lightening flash move from Kolyyt. As he moves upon Solomon. To grapple and subdue him.
Kolytt attempt to grapple Solomon:
23 vs 27
Before anyone has a chance to react Kolyyt has Solomon grasped your the back of his neck. A calm look upon Kolyyt’s face as he looks to Fouder. “An eye for an eye.” As he presses his left them to Solomon’s right eye. A glaring light shines intensely.
19 points of radiant damage course through Solomon’s eye. He can smell the viscous fluid boiling until it bursts within the cavity. After the Kolytt releases his grasp and send Solomon to the ground.
Solomon is completely blind in his right eye as the organic material that once was his eye, now pours out with a mix of blood and ash. Kolytt stands calmly waiting for a response.
Solomon reactively casts shield. The light burns into his socket, but the magical warding renders the energy moot. Still being cast down to the ground. Kolyyt doesn’t give a slightest hint that he is angered by the defense against his attack. He waits for a response.
Solomon rolls onto his front, groaning as he recovers from having the wind knocked out of him, the sight in his right eye slowly returning after being assaulted, but not hurt, by divine light. Sweat and dust cover his face as he spits to clear his throat. He crawls to his shield, using it to prop himself up as he climbs to his feet. Facing the deva again, he pulls the strap on his shield tight around his forearm. His sword remains unsheathed, lying on the ground nearby.
"You and I are not so different, I'd wager. Perhaps as a divine being you have a greater capacity for emotion, but do not doubt that my world crumbled around me when my wife was murdered, and I was unable to stop it. I know the type of pain you feel, and it drives me the same way it drives you. I fight however I can to bring order and justice back to Faerûn, and fate has granted me an 'audience' with the most powerful being in Waterdeep. It would be remiss of me not to try and persuade you to take a different path."
The half-elf catches his breath for a second before continuing. "I do not ask for aid, I ask you to consider co-operation; you have the power to enact real change in this city, for the people you claim to fight for. You are right, I do not know Cembessa like you do, but if you do know her, then you must know how a truce could be struck with her. Civilization will not be rebuilt through war."
Fouder feels sick at the sight of Solomon being grappled. An eye for an eye, Kolyyt had said, not only in his head but looking at him, and here the deva was, attempting to blind the half-elf. Was this the payback for having killed the soldiers? As far as Fouder knows, he was the only one to have inflicted damage on them at all. He had devastated multiple men with his thunder damage as if it was any normal spell. It was dangerous. He was dangerous.
Kolyyt's words ringing in his ears, Fouder squints his eyes as emotions flood through him. How did Kolyyt know how he had felt? How was the deva able to recognise those cold, yearning reaches of his soul? He looks to the powerful being, wonders what else the deva is capable of. His guilt consumes him as he watches Solomon rise back up, Fouder feeling terrible as he realises he has stood and done nothing while his companion is assaulted.
For now, he chooses not to speak, waiting to hear how Kolyyt responds to Solomon's impassioned plea. Though, he doesn't think he could force out a word, even if he tried.
Group back at the shop: Reginald settles into the corner as he begins dusting off and cleaning the egg. As he speaks to it, telling the story of what’s been happening recently. Elyse is pacing in the room “How long do we wait? If it’s much longer than we need to keep going regardless.” Arell feels a pressure from the ring, like barnacles in the inside gripping at his finger. As he goes to adjust the inside remains smooth, but the idea of taking off the ring is unfathomable. (Will add ring to inventory eventually).
Fouder and Solomon: His eyes fixed at Solomon. Now holding his hammer in hand as it glows with radiant energy. “We will be rebuild as I command! Where is the egg?”
"If you want the egg, it's through that wall," Fouder points to the hole that the elves had blasted. "We don't know anything more." He avoids even thinking about the others, about Elyse and Reginald, just in case the deva could somehow read his mind.
Kolyyt nods a little at the words, if not somewhat impressed by the candor. Staring at Fouder, Solomon seemingly disappearing in the moment “Do tell, why would my men attack you. They were given a singular purpose, please explain what truly happened here.” His eyes soft and sincere, but his positioning and body language direct and commanding. His juxtaposition makes him incredibly hard to read.
(Is the group searching the shop any further?)
Solomon glares at Fouder for a second, the cleric clearly uneasy around both the deva and the power it wields, and wished the gods might have bestowed his companion with a little more composure. His eyes lock with the deva's, unblinking, looking for any sign that this situation was about to turn for the worse. He hoped his friends were far out of reach by now.
"We came across elves, fleeing the battle. Truth be told, we came close to blows with them, but were able to persuade them we were not a threat. It seemed prudent to escape the area with them, as they said they could lead us to safety; we were then cornered by your men, and fought. The elves blasted the hole in the wall you see behind us, and made good their escape."
Solomon pauses, weighing up his last bargaining chip, before deciding to play it. "Your soldier's 'singular purpose' involved dragons, correct?"
Arell decides to visit his upstairs apartment first, but gestures for the others to do as they will. "There might be some food left in the basement, I did not go down there too often I must admit. You are free to go there or come upstairs with me, raiders have been through here already, and the way this place is now, I cannot say it feels like home anymore. Besides, you are friends, right?"
He gives another weak smile before vanishing up the stairs, completely oblivious to the terror that Solomon and Fouder are going through just a few blocks away.
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Not seeing any immediate danger, turns towards the rest to say: "This final stretch seems safe at the moment, but I suggest we don't tarry. I'd prefer to cross over now to the tower with you, Tenezzaz. After what happened earlier today, I'd rather not be trapped again in a building."
Stealth: 16
Tennezaz nods even as he moves towards the basement to check for food as Arell had suggested, hoping that perhaps there would be enough for a few meals for the group or at the least himself.
Solomon and Fouder: Kolyyt breaks his focus on Fouder. Not turning his head or breaking eye contact, but enough To reply to Solomon. “It sounds as though you know the answer despite phrasing it as a question. What would you know of dragons?”
(both Fouder and Solomon need a roll persuasion/deception depending on your answers)
Arell: you walk upstairs, passing by the kitchen that has been stripped of everything potentially useful, you walk to your bedroom. The frame of the bed has snapped as the linens are crumpled and soiled. Each step partially slides as the dust is almost slick on the wooden floor. The emotions come flooding back as your new reality sets in all over again; reliving the events that brought you to this moment. The fear, anger, uncertainty. Then a small glimmer of pride.... power. The reminder of the promise you made to... something. Someone distant and alien but also a long known family friend. You hear a deep laughing that comes from the desk in the corner of the room. You know the voice as it beckons to you...
Fingolin and Tennanaz: you follow the steps down in the basement. With your presence known a group of rats scatter. Walking to investigate you find it that the rats were feeding on an old bloated corpse of their brethren and nothing salvageable. The West side of the basement that should be wood and packed dirt is caved in as the collapsed tunnel now occupies the space. The curved plaster wall bows into the room. A hole is smashed open and will be easy enough to get everyone through.
Arell scrunches up his nose in disdain and disgust as he notices the state of the bed. It had not been just the Sundering that had caused those stains. A whiff of stale piss reaches his nose as he steps towards the desk. Yeah, definitely not just the building half-collapsing in on itself. Someone had used his room for a hideout for some time. A cold chill runs over his spine as he realizes that now this would never be home again.
With a stubborn, angry grunt he focuses his attention on the laughter echoing in his mind to block out the state of the room. "Yes, what do you want?" he growls under his breath as he reaches out to open the drawer.
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Arell - A green mist pours out of the cabinet. Sense it quite literally seeps out and cascades down to the floor as it spreads and dissipates. A black iron band with an emerald inlay sits in the drawer. You don’t know this ring to be one of your prior to the Sundering. The voice rings in your head. “Just a reminder of things to be paid.... in full. I see you are growing in your skills, which is good. Continue to grow, learn, vanquish your enemies. You will need to be stronger for what I have in store for you. Wear the ring proudly, my champion. I’ll be watching...”
Arell picks up the ring, turning it over while studying it closely. It was a simple design, but the technique to hold the emerald in place was fine, intricate, and well beyond his own skill to create. A part tickled in the back of his mind that he was giving up too much to survive, but the idea that something like Kolyyt could land in front of him at any moment quickly quashed any notion of fighting his Patron Lord. "Thank you for the gift, Lord. With your help, I will grow, learn, survive. Ask, and I serve." he says aloud while slipping the ring on his finger. For a moment he considers just lying down in his bed and rest, but then he remembers the stained covers and the smell of stale urine once again penetrates his senses.
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
With grumble of annoyance, Tennezaz will move to clear some of th debris around the tunnel, taking a few pot shots at any rats he sees with the smaller pieces of rubble. As he does this he curses them in the name of the his demonic ancestor the Balor Malthiza and the demon Lord he served.
Fouder glances across to Solomon, uncertain and unnerved, before looking back to the deva, taking in the exquisite form and the expression that doesn't quite meet his eyes. He breathes deeply, before pressing a hand to his chest and calling upon his own weary soul for Guidance, the cold metal of his amulet providing no comfort.
"I believe you know the answer yourself, celestial. We saw the elves leave with what we believe to be a dragon egg. As my companion here said, they blasted a hole through that wall," he points to it. "And then they disappeared through it. To us, the dragon egg means very little. Nothing, in fact. We stopped here to lay your men to rest, because that is the right thing to do." He looks Kolyyt directly in the eyes. "We have no quarrel with you and your cause. We just want to get to safety."
Persuasion: 14+2
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Tennanaz is able to pick off 9
A drip of sweat runs down Solomon's temple. He hoped it was from lifting rocks, and not fear, or nerves. He had seen, and lost, too much in recent times, and considered those emotions vestiges of his past, parts of him he had shed to adjust to this new world.
"We do not know your agenda. Both you and your rival, Cembessa, would appear to champion the light, yet you gather armies around you and fight each other, laying waste to an already-ruined city. I would implore you to consider diplomacy, for there are far greater threats outside Waterdeep. I hail from Neverwinter, and have lost... my wife... and nearly my daughter, to demons in your position in that once-great city. Call a truce with Cembessa, combine your forces, make Waterdeep a safe haven for all who would seek it, and give us a reason to look up to you, in the Maker's absence."
Solomon's impassioned plea increases to a crescendo as the words spill out of him, his voice breaking slightly at the rare mention of his family, until he is almost shouting at the deva.
Persuasion: 17
Fouder derailed what Solomon was planning to say, so I've changed tack slightly (and also Fouder rolled well).
Fingolin smiles at Tenezzaz's display of accuracy and allows himself to relax a little. He realized suddenly how little he knew about the Tiefling.
"It was brave what you did... carrying the egg like that in the open. It wasn't even a solid plan, but you never questioned it. That shows trust. Thank you. I know, you'll say all you care about is survival, but I won't believe that's all there is to it. And I think we can achieve more than that."
He starts helping with clearing some of the rubble.
The air grows quiet, the wind whistling through the streets of the barren city seem to die down within the moments of what transpires. Kolyyt looks to both of Fouder and Solomon.
Fouder:
You hear Kolyyts voice in your head. The tone matches the soft compassion in his eyes I recognize a man of the cloth before they ever step foot in my presence. It’s clear you are clasping for your faith, drawing at straws, searching for any semblance of the comfort of our Father who has since passed. Though try as you might you feel it within you the cold echoing void. The power is still out there, yearning for a soul to cling to. I intend to be that power, I can be that power for you. The cold pit in your stomach will be no more, the love and respect of a tangible God before you. It’s clear your devotion still grants you power. I think there is a reason, my man recognized you and not the other. Whether you chose to follow me or not will be your choice, just know whatever path you chose there will be consequences...... what’s that saying the people always say down here? An eye for an eye.
Solomon:
A booming voice rings in your head. It’s Kolyyt’s but you’d think it comes from his larger 15 foot form. Bellowing within your temples as it almost brings you to your knees. Yelling inside your head, authoritative not desperate: You have no idea the depths of pain that one has felt since the Sundering. You can not begin to understand the hole that was left when my Father was murdered before us. You do not know Cembessa like I do. I am the one fighting for the people, for civilization just as the Maker put you first. Order, Justice, Peace..... Cembessa claims her life is for balance, but when the eons go by, your perspective warps, the scales get so large that it’s impossible to weigh what is good and what is righteous. You aid the ones who work against me, then call for aid; claim it to be reason?
Within that silent moment erupts with a lightening flash move from Kolyyt. As he moves upon Solomon. To grapple and subdue him.
Kolytt attempt to grapple Solomon:
23 vs 27
Before anyone has a chance to react Kolyyt has Solomon grasped your the back of his neck. A calm look upon Kolyyt’s face as he looks to Fouder. “An eye for an eye.” As he presses his left them to Solomon’s right eye. A glaring light shines intensely.
Attack: 23 Damage: 18
19 points of radiant damage course through Solomon’s eye. He can smell the viscous fluid boiling until it bursts within the cavity. After the Kolytt releases his grasp and send Solomon to the ground.Solomon is completely blind in his right eye as the organic material that once was his eye, now pours out with a mix of blood and ash. Kolytt stands calmly waiting for a response.Solomon reactively casts shield. The light burns into his socket, but the magical warding renders the energy moot. Still being cast down to the ground. Kolyyt doesn’t give a slightest hint that he is angered by the defense against his attack. He waits for a response.
Solomon rolls onto his front, groaning as he recovers from having the wind knocked out of him, the sight in his right eye slowly returning after being assaulted, but not hurt, by divine light. Sweat and dust cover his face as he spits to clear his throat. He crawls to his shield, using it to prop himself up as he climbs to his feet. Facing the deva again, he pulls the strap on his shield tight around his forearm. His sword remains unsheathed, lying on the ground nearby.
"You and I are not so different, I'd wager. Perhaps as a divine being you have a greater capacity for emotion, but do not doubt that my world crumbled around me when my wife was murdered, and I was unable to stop it. I know the type of pain you feel, and it drives me the same way it drives you. I fight however I can to bring order and justice back to Faerûn, and fate has granted me an 'audience' with the most powerful being in Waterdeep. It would be remiss of me not to try and persuade you to take a different path."
The half-elf catches his breath for a second before continuing. "I do not ask for aid, I ask you to consider co-operation; you have the power to enact real change in this city, for the people you claim to fight for. You are right, I do not know Cembessa like you do, but if you do know her, then you must know how a truce could be struck with her. Civilization will not be rebuilt through war."
Fouder feels sick at the sight of Solomon being grappled. An eye for an eye, Kolyyt had said, not only in his head but looking at him, and here the deva was, attempting to blind the half-elf. Was this the payback for having killed the soldiers? As far as Fouder knows, he was the only one to have inflicted damage on them at all. He had devastated multiple men with his thunder damage as if it was any normal spell. It was dangerous. He was dangerous.
Kolyyt's words ringing in his ears, Fouder squints his eyes as emotions flood through him. How did Kolyyt know how he had felt? How was the deva able to recognise those cold, yearning reaches of his soul? He looks to the powerful being, wonders what else the deva is capable of. His guilt consumes him as he watches Solomon rise back up, Fouder feeling terrible as he realises he has stood and done nothing while his companion is assaulted.
For now, he chooses not to speak, waiting to hear how Kolyyt responds to Solomon's impassioned plea. Though, he doesn't think he could force out a word, even if he tried.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Group back at the shop: Reginald settles into the corner as he begins dusting off and cleaning the egg. As he speaks to it, telling the story of what’s been happening recently. Elyse is pacing in the room “How long do we wait? If it’s much longer than we need to keep going regardless.” Arell feels a pressure from the ring, like barnacles in the inside gripping at his finger. As he goes to adjust the inside remains smooth, but the idea of taking off the ring is unfathomable. (Will add ring to inventory eventually).
Fouder and Solomon: His eyes fixed at Solomon. Now holding his hammer in hand as it glows with radiant energy. “We will be rebuild as I command! Where is the egg?”
"If you want the egg, it's through that wall," Fouder points to the hole that the elves had blasted. "We don't know anything more." He avoids even thinking about the others, about Elyse and Reginald, just in case the deva could somehow read his mind.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal