"Good day." Taman greets the witch with a glance around. He is reserved and on his guard, watching her closely as he takes in the other figures with a careful glance. "We are not here to stay, but only wish to know if you have felt the curse that has fallen over the lands, or if you know of an item known as the soulmonger." He is direct in his questions, his eyes on alert.
Celtra will look at the others and then about. "I will stand guard just outside here. I'll holler if something is wrong, you do the same," she says as she then takes a standing but readied position just outside the door.
Azaka stays outside with Celtra, while in the hut...
“Ahaaaahahahaha”, cackles Nanny Pu’Pu. “Young ones are so impatient, you must wait, questions must wait… birdman was here first, yes?”
The aaracockra states his case. “I have brought my friend. I have heard you can work a magic to return her to me. What are your terms?”
The old crone stands. “First, a gem, and no small gem at that.” She runs her wrinkled hands over one another with the sound of sandpaper on wood. “Of course, the Rite of Stolen Life is not so called accidently. There must be a sacrifice.”
The birdman recoils. “What kind of sacrifice?”
“A life for a life, my friend, a life for a life, yes? These are dire times when priests cannot raise the dead, yes? Of course the price is not small, mmmmhmmmm?” She licks her lips. “That is the price of the Rite; you have not yet heard my price.”
“More?” says the aaracockra, incensed.
“Nanny Pu’pu has no one to take care of her, and blind she is, and ancient. I survive on the favors of passers-by, yes?” She pauses and waits for a nod from the birdman. “Quite. Favors, eh heheheh. Yes, Terrorfolk nearby. Nest under the cliff, to the south. Rid me of them. And perhaps get your sacrifice at the same time. One might say you’d kill two birds with one stone… Ahaaaaahahahahaha!”
“Pterafolk,” corrects the Aarakockra. “How many? A whole nest? I can’t do that by myself!”
“Ahhh, perhaps lovely visitors will help? If they do, they may get answers to their questions….mmmmyessssss….answers”
Fulcra smiles a charming smile at the Aarakocra, “It’s lucky we came along. We can help you. But you haven’t heard our price.” He pauses for dramatic effect. Then he laughs and slaps the Aarakocra on the shoulder, “Just kidding bud. Let’s go kill some nasty pterafolk! Madame poo poo, we shall return. Do we need one of the pterafolk alive then for the ritual, or can we just kill em out there and then bring his dead body in?”
After getting his answer he wanders outside. “Hey you two, this is ....don’t actually know his name...name? Anyway, we’re going to go kill some pterafolk with him in exchange for answers we want about the soul monger from the lady inside. We may need to bring one in alive. Which way is south?”
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Cimeri was not a real specialist on consoling friends and relatives of deceased, but her personal not so big but still recent experience as one was telling her Nanny and Fulcra might have being doing it wrong. She did not comment, of course but mostly because that word - Terrorfolk - jog some memory. Cimeri left the hut and took Azaka aside: "Did not you say that heirloom you are searching for was taking by Terrorfolk? Could it be that nest of Terrorfolk? Probably not, they must live everywhere in the jungle..."
"Looks like we have some work to do." Taman says, still not quite certain of this hag. He figures she might have some knowledge though, so decides it is worth the effort. "Can you lead us to this nest?" He asks the winged man as they leave the hut.
"Alive, yes, yes, must be alive!" shrieks the witch. You leave the tent, the birdman leading the way.
The aaracockra, eyes red, turns to Fulcra first after handing a red gem to Nanny Pu'pu. "My friend is dead. I love her." He rubs his eye with a feathered fist. "I am Tasmagarra. I know not why you are here so fortuitously but if you'll lend help, I'll gladly accept." His tall form leans forward to take each of your hands. He and Azaka pause, hands clasped.
"You are from the monastery," Azaka says, eyeing the birdman. "I have seen you in those parts."
"Indeed," he says quietly. "I lived there once; since then I have travelled south, with my friend, Reela." he gestures back into the hut, where shuffling can be heard. "It is a long story."
Azaka fills you all in, answering Cimeri's question at the same time. "Kir Sabal is a monastery built into a cliff face far to the east of here. It is nearer to Firefinger, the spit of rock to the east. She points east, and far, far, past the Aldani Basin and the jungle you see a finger of rock, tiny at this distance, jabbing up through the trees. A signal fire at its peak burns brightly, even in daylight. "Sadly, Purple One, Terrorfolk live everywhere. This nest will not be the same, but I will relish the chance to cut some wings off just the same."
"I as well," says Tasmagarra, adjusting a quiver strapped to his back and unlimbering his bow. "I do not know the location of this roost; we will have to seek it out, though it should not be far." His wings unfurl as he stretches, and you begin walking across the plateau in a southerly direction.
After roughly an hour you approach the edge of the plateau. Azaka turns to you all. "Stealthy approach to the cliff edge to scout?" she asks. "Or charge in?"
You are approximately 300 feet from the cliff edge; there are dotted trees across the plateau and boulders strewn about, but cover is scarce.
Even if was expected it was still disappointing. But no means no.
"Should we try to sneak out, I can help to hide us all, to some degree. Leaned it from Scoria some time ago." //I mean, we have Pass without Trace if needed//
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Celtra follows with the rest of the group. Before battle she will double check her gear and straps to make sure everything is secure. Then following the others she crouches low but keeps her hand ready to draw at a moments notice.
Stealth 5 if pass without a trace was cast then 32
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Fulcra sneaks forward, staying to the rear of the group, "So, Tasmagarra, what sort of tactics do these Pterafolk usually use? Do they spit poison, cast magic, or shoot crossbows, or just stab you with their sharp beaks? I'm new here you see."
Cimeri concentrates for a moment, closing her eyes; when she opens them you see drips and folds of shadows fall out of them. Where the shadowdrips strike her and other materials, they bounce heavily off and out, until quickly there’s just a subtle shadow of the tiefling left, despite the bright morning sun. As you watch, she points to each of you, Azaka, and the aaracockra; the shadows roll forward away from her, engulfing you as well. Looking at each other, colors are muted; each of you appear as if you’re hiding under a large rock, cast completely in shadow.
Tasmagarra stares in wonder at his hand in front of his face. “Amazing. Such power from such a youngling.” He turns to Fulcra. “Different for you than for me. Their main advantage is flight; they are far larger than you or I. If you cannot fly, they will seek to seize you, take you to a great height, and fling you to your death.”
Azaka nods from Fulcra’s other side. “I have been to Firefinger many times, and at its base are many decaying bodies of people flung from its peak for pleasure of the Terrorfolk.”
As you get to within 70 feet of the cliff edge, you find a rock formation that appears hollow. Inspecting it, it seems there’s a natural chimney or tunnel leading down. It’s tight, but a human-sized person would be able to investigate if they removed anything bigger than light armor.
(OOC: I did add 10 Cimeri, which is why i got 17 instead of 7. lol.)
Fulcra, "As much as I hate to say it, Cimeri, I feel like this is a task best suited to you. You're slight and agile. But..." He ties a rope to himself and then around a tree. "If you get in any trouble, holler, and i'll be down quickly..."
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Well, Cimeri did not ware any armor - light or not - and was ready to go down, once she made sure the horns would fit. She slid down the tunnel and carefully made her way there.
"Good day." Taman greets the witch with a glance around. He is reserved and on his guard, watching her closely as he takes in the other figures with a careful glance. "We are not here to stay, but only wish to know if you have felt the curse that has fallen over the lands, or if you know of an item known as the soulmonger." He is direct in his questions, his eyes on alert.
Bryn will shrug and follow Taman into the hut. She'd bow her head to the old woman in greeting before looking around her hut while Taman chatted.
just an unstable unicorn.
Celtra will look at the others and then about. "I will stand guard just outside here. I'll holler if something is wrong, you do the same," she says as she then takes a standing but readied position just outside the door.
Azaka stays outside with Celtra, while in the hut...
“Ahaaaahahahaha”, cackles Nanny Pu’Pu. “Young ones are so impatient, you must wait, questions must wait… birdman was here first, yes?”
The aaracockra states his case. “I have brought my friend. I have heard you can work a magic to return her to me. What are your terms?”
The old crone stands. “First, a gem, and no small gem at that.” She runs her wrinkled hands over one another with the sound of sandpaper on wood. “Of course, the Rite of Stolen Life is not so called accidently. There must be a sacrifice.”
The birdman recoils. “What kind of sacrifice?”
“A life for a life, my friend, a life for a life, yes? These are dire times when priests cannot raise the dead, yes? Of course the price is not small, mmmmhmmmm?” She licks her lips. “That is the price of the Rite; you have not yet heard my price.”
“More?” says the aaracockra, incensed.
“Nanny Pu’pu has no one to take care of her, and blind she is, and ancient. I survive on the favors of passers-by, yes?” She pauses and waits for a nod from the birdman. “Quite. Favors, eh heheheh. Yes, Terrorfolk nearby. Nest under the cliff, to the south. Rid me of them. And perhaps get your sacrifice at the same time. One might say you’d kill two birds with one stone… Ahaaaaahahahahaha!”
“Pterafolk,” corrects the Aarakockra. “How many? A whole nest? I can’t do that by myself!”
“Ahhh, perhaps lovely visitors will help? If they do, they may get answers to their questions….mmmmyessssss….answers”
Fulcra smiles a charming smile at the Aarakocra, “It’s lucky we came along. We can help you. But you haven’t heard our price.” He pauses for dramatic effect. Then he laughs and slaps the Aarakocra on the shoulder, “Just kidding bud. Let’s go kill some nasty pterafolk! Madame poo poo, we shall return. Do we need one of the pterafolk alive then for the ritual, or can we just kill em out there and then bring his dead body in?”
After getting his answer he wanders outside. “Hey you two, this is ....don’t actually know his name...name? Anyway, we’re going to go kill some pterafolk with him in exchange for answers we want about the soul monger from the lady inside. We may need to bring one in alive. Which way is south?”
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Cimeri was not a real specialist on consoling friends and relatives of deceased, but her personal not so big but still recent experience as one was telling her Nanny and Fulcra might have being doing it wrong. She did not comment, of course but mostly because that word - Terrorfolk - jog some memory. Cimeri left the hut and took Azaka aside: "Did not you say that heirloom you are searching for was taking by Terrorfolk? Could it be that nest of Terrorfolk? Probably not, they must live everywhere in the jungle..."
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"Looks like we have some work to do." Taman says, still not quite certain of this hag. He figures she might have some knowledge though, so decides it is worth the effort. "Can you lead us to this nest?" He asks the winged man as they leave the hut.
"Alive, yes, yes, must be alive!" shrieks the witch. You leave the tent, the birdman leading the way.
The aaracockra, eyes red, turns to Fulcra first after handing a red gem to Nanny Pu'pu. "My friend is dead. I love her." He rubs his eye with a feathered fist. "I am Tasmagarra. I know not why you are here so fortuitously but if you'll lend help, I'll gladly accept." His tall form leans forward to take each of your hands. He and Azaka pause, hands clasped.
"You are from the monastery," Azaka says, eyeing the birdman. "I have seen you in those parts."
"Indeed," he says quietly. "I lived there once; since then I have travelled south, with my friend, Reela." he gestures back into the hut, where shuffling can be heard. "It is a long story."
Azaka fills you all in, answering Cimeri's question at the same time. "Kir Sabal is a monastery built into a cliff face far to the east of here. It is nearer to Firefinger, the spit of rock to the east. She points east, and far, far, past the Aldani Basin and the jungle you see a finger of rock, tiny at this distance, jabbing up through the trees. A signal fire at its peak burns brightly, even in daylight. "Sadly, Purple One, Terrorfolk live everywhere. This nest will not be the same, but I will relish the chance to cut some wings off just the same."
"I as well," says Tasmagarra, adjusting a quiver strapped to his back and unlimbering his bow. "I do not know the location of this roost; we will have to seek it out, though it should not be far." His wings unfurl as he stretches, and you begin walking across the plateau in a southerly direction.
After roughly an hour you approach the edge of the plateau. Azaka turns to you all. "Stealthy approach to the cliff edge to scout?" she asks. "Or charge in?"
You are approximately 300 feet from the cliff edge; there are dotted trees across the plateau and boulders strewn about, but cover is scarce.
Even if was expected it was still disappointing. But no means no.
"Should we try to sneak out, I can help to hide us all, to some degree. Leaned it from Scoria some time ago." //I mean, we have Pass without Trace if needed//
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"Just as well try the stealthy approach first." Taman agrees.
Stealth: 24 (add 10 if pass without trace is cast...)
Bryn will nod, following the others.
20 (With pass without a trace)
just an unstable unicorn.
Celtra follows with the rest of the group. Before battle she will double check her gear and straps to make sure everything is secure. Then following the others she crouches low but keeps her hand ready to draw at a moments notice.
Stealth 5 if pass without a trace was cast then 32
Fulcra sneaks forward, staying to the rear of the group, "So, Tasmagarra, what sort of tactics do these Pterafolk usually use? Do they spit poison, cast magic, or shoot crossbows, or just stab you with their sharp beaks? I'm new here you see."
Stealth : 21
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Class.
Celtra and Fulcra can add 10 to their checks.
Cimeri Stealth: 19
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Cimeri concentrates for a moment, closing her eyes; when she opens them you see drips and folds of shadows fall out of them. Where the shadowdrips strike her and other materials, they bounce heavily off and out, until quickly there’s just a subtle shadow of the tiefling left, despite the bright morning sun. As you watch, she points to each of you, Azaka, and the aaracockra; the shadows roll forward away from her, engulfing you as well. Looking at each other, colors are muted; each of you appear as if you’re hiding under a large rock, cast completely in shadow.
Tasmagarra stares in wonder at his hand in front of his face. “Amazing. Such power from such a youngling.” He turns to Fulcra. “Different for you than for me. Their main advantage is flight; they are far larger than you or I. If you cannot fly, they will seek to seize you, take you to a great height, and fling you to your death.”
Azaka nods from Fulcra’s other side. “I have been to Firefinger many times, and at its base are many decaying bodies of people flung from its peak for pleasure of the Terrorfolk.”
As you get to within 70 feet of the cliff edge, you find a rock formation that appears hollow. Inspecting it, it seems there’s a natural chimney or tunnel leading down. It’s tight, but a human-sized person would be able to investigate if they removed anything bigger than light armor.
Taman will cast guidance on whomever goes down. He has on medium armor so cannot.
(OOC: I did add 10 Cimeri, which is why i got 17 instead of 7. lol.)
Fulcra, "As much as I hate to say it, Cimeri, I feel like this is a task best suited to you. You're slight and agile. But..." He ties a rope to himself and then around a tree. "If you get in any trouble, holler, and i'll be down quickly..."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Well, Cimeri did not ware any armor - light or not - and was ready to go down, once she made sure the horns would fit. She slid down the tunnel and carefully made her way there.
Acrobatics: 14 + 2 or Athletics 7 + 3
(Dice script has a sense of humor!)
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[lol sure seems to]
Azaka grabs Cimeri’s shoulder as she slips down the chimney out of sight. “Beware Purple One. They are large, nasty creatures...”
Cimeri disappears from sight...