The group ascend the stairs, passing the first floor landing and reaching the second. Until now the sound of the banshee's mournful cry has simply echoed down the stairway, but from here it is truly ear-splitting. Quickly ascending to third, the group immediately detect the problem that Kardinya mentioned, as the carpeted steps feel sodden to the tread. By the time the third floor landing is reached, the entire floor seems to be an inch deep in water.
Following the water 'upstream' they arrive at a door from under which the water is flowing. Following a careful knock, the door opens and more water gushes out, further saturating the feet of the group. In the doorway a comely female merfolk can be seen, rising up on her tail to greet the visitors. Welcome, favoured guests, to the residence of the great Booragoon, Sultan of the Isles of Kusadasi and Lord of Aydin Atoll. My name is Rivervale. How may I serve you?
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Hatch didn't really know the protocol here, so gave a short yet respectful bow to the female merfolk.
"We have come on behalf of the hotel staff. It, um, seems all this water is beginning to flood some rooms. We were wondering if anything could be done about it, in a way that is agreeable to you and your sultan?" Hatch asked, as humble and formal as he could be.
Lia follows Hatch's bow. "It would seem the room is not the most appropriate place for all the water, as that's not what it was designed for." she begins, lifting one of her feet out of the water and watching the water drain out of her shoe before continuing. "Perhaps your sultan could so graciously relocate this lovely gathering?"
Rivervale gives a look of exasperation, holds up one finger as a sign to wait, half-turns her head as if wanting to ensure her voice is projected throughout the entire apartment, and in a loud voice proclaims: As I have said before, my Lord Booragoon would NOT deign to relinquish his lofty abode, and suffer the inconvenience to his household, or risk injury to all his precious belongings, et cetera, et cetera, unless a location and circumstances befitting his majesty were provided.
Then, turning back to the visitors, the mermaid continues in a low half-whisper: I don't know how much business you've done with genies, but they expect to be catered for, you know? They love the pomp and ceremony, and they want to feel powerful and respected. The so-called sultan in there has surrounded himself with all kinds of expensive treasures and artwork, but he just wants two things really - to be accommodated somewhere "magnificent" (and she actually says this while making inverted comma signs with her fingers), and to be waited on by servants. He's not even that fussed what kind of servants he has. To be fair, he treats me really quite well. Rivervale says at last with a smile, and brushes up the scales on her head with a bejeweled hand. If you can help with both of those, you'd be doing me a great favor, but otherwise my hands are tied.
Finally she raises her voice again, speaking back through the doorway more than to the group: Now begone, and trouble my master no further!
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Lia nods and returns the smile. "Thank you, Rivervale." She turns to the others, whispering; "The pool. Kardinya said there was troglodytes in the pool. If we can get them out and get it cleaned, maybe set up some candles and cushions around the edge, or something fancy down there, we may be able to convince Mr Booragoon to move. We'd have to sort out the 'servants' from there."
”What if the banshee, one floor down, is wailing because she doesn’t like being wet? What if the troglodytes would prefer to be underground but can’t stand spiders? And what if the spiders’ favorite meal is bed bugs?“
Hatch grumbled something in Infernal that ended in Common with "dagnabit." He then nodded in agreement with what the others said.
"I say we do things in order, so we see the banshee next, then the troglodytes, then the spiders. With luck, when we sort all these things out, we can pay the devil. Maybe the genie can conjure up a blank soul or something. Either way, we won't make headway standing here," he said before heading towards the banshee's room.
The group head back down the soaked stairway and along the corridor toward the sound of the crying banshee. No other patrons pass by in this area, apparently scared away by the awful racket. Water drips down the walls along much of the corridor, but by the time they reach the far end where the sound is coming from, it appears relatively dry. Another knock on the door causes the wailing to abruptly cease, and soon the door slowly opens.
A hideous, ghostly, vaguely feminine face appears in the doorway as the door opens wide. Who's there? Have you come to gaze on the face of Karawara, the famed beauty of the Swan Valley?
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"Hello, my name is Lia Dewtail. Famous? You must pardon me, but I've never heard of Swan Valley. Is it as lovely as you are? If so, I should hope to visit one day." Lia says, mustering up a grin.
Hatch gave another small yet polite bow. "Actually we're here on behalf of the hotel staff and guests. Is everything alright, are you in distress? Pardon the concern, but you seem to be doing quite a bit of wailing, and we would like to help if we are able," he said.
Karawara seems to enjoy the mild flattery from Lia, although her smile merely exposes the ghostly remnants of shrivelled gums. Hatch politely delivers his own greeting and offer to help, but the banshee doesn't seem to take this quite so well. Her features twist into something even more horrifying than before...
(Each make a DC 13 WIS save against her Horrifying Visage. A failure means you are frightened for 1 minute)
...as she spitefully responds: You wouldn't understand, ugly fool. Beauty like mine should be surrounded by beauty, but my abode is devoid of all loveliness save my own. How could I not mourn this barren, unadorned prison?
Then, smoothing the wispy rags that flutter around her, she cries: Oh, to have just one thing of comeliness that I may gaze upon it and appreciate its allure as others appreciate mine. Her lip trembles and again she releases a howl of misery so terrible that it pierces to the very soul.
(Not a true banshee wail though, so no saving throw required... yet)
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Lok has seen many horrifying things in his time, this was not one of them.
"Perhaps you had something in mind? Is there anything imparticular you would like us to get for you?" Lok asks, after the wailing stops
"You will have to forgive us for not bringing something sooner, not many things in this tavern can match your famed beauty, and a lady like yourself deserves the best, of course. " The barbarian continued, trying hard not to upset her and cause another round of wailing
So, to the marid?
The group ascend the stairs, passing the first floor landing and reaching the second. Until now the sound of the banshee's mournful cry has simply echoed down the stairway, but from here it is truly ear-splitting. Quickly ascending to third, the group immediately detect the problem that Kardinya mentioned, as the carpeted steps feel sodden to the tread. By the time the third floor landing is reached, the entire floor seems to be an inch deep in water.
Following the water 'upstream' they arrive at a door from under which the water is flowing. Following a careful knock, the door opens and more water gushes out, further saturating the feet of the group. In the doorway a comely female merfolk can be seen, rising up on her tail to greet the visitors. Welcome, favoured guests, to the residence of the great Booragoon, Sultan of the Isles of Kusadasi and Lord of Aydin Atoll. My name is Rivervale. How may I serve you?
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Hatch didn't really know the protocol here, so gave a short yet respectful bow to the female merfolk.
"We have come on behalf of the hotel staff. It, um, seems all this water is beginning to flood some rooms. We were wondering if anything could be done about it, in a way that is agreeable to you and your sultan?" Hatch asked, as humble and formal as he could be.
Lia follows Hatch's bow. "It would seem the room is not the most appropriate place for all the water, as that's not what it was designed for." she begins, lifting one of her feet out of the water and watching the water drain out of her shoe before continuing. "Perhaps your sultan could so graciously relocate this lovely gathering?"
Rivervale gives a look of exasperation, holds up one finger as a sign to wait, half-turns her head as if wanting to ensure her voice is projected throughout the entire apartment, and in a loud voice proclaims: As I have said before, my Lord Booragoon would NOT deign to relinquish his lofty abode, and suffer the inconvenience to his household, or risk injury to all his precious belongings, et cetera, et cetera, unless a location and circumstances befitting his majesty were provided.
Then, turning back to the visitors, the mermaid continues in a low half-whisper: I don't know how much business you've done with genies, but they expect to be catered for, you know? They love the pomp and ceremony, and they want to feel powerful and respected. The so-called sultan in there has surrounded himself with all kinds of expensive treasures and artwork, but he just wants two things really - to be accommodated somewhere "magnificent" (and she actually says this while making inverted comma signs with her fingers), and to be waited on by servants. He's not even that fussed what kind of servants he has. To be fair, he treats me really quite well. Rivervale says at last with a smile, and brushes up the scales on her head with a bejeweled hand. If you can help with both of those, you'd be doing me a great favor, but otherwise my hands are tied.
Finally she raises her voice again, speaking back through the doorway more than to the group: Now begone, and trouble my master no further!
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Lia nods and returns the smile. "Thank you, Rivervale." She turns to the others, whispering; "The pool. Kardinya said there was troglodytes in the pool. If we can get them out and get it cleaned, maybe set up some candles and cushions around the edge, or something fancy down there, we may be able to convince Mr Booragoon to move. We'd have to sort out the 'servants' from there."
Throm thinks to himself, out loud,
”What if the banshee, one floor down, is wailing because she doesn’t like being wet? What if the troglodytes would prefer to be underground but can’t stand spiders? And what if the spiders’ favorite meal is bed bugs?“
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
”I am not young enough to know everything.” - Oscar Wilde
Giving a nod to Throm, Lok chuckled. "Seems this puzzle has connecting sides all over then."
"I do like that Idea Lia, the pool makes sense." he continued
"so..." the barbarian lifted his foot out of the water and gave it a shake.
"To the Banshee, or the Troglodytes?"
Hatch grumbled something in Infernal that ended in Common with "dagnabit." He then nodded in agreement with what the others said.
"I say we do things in order, so we see the banshee next, then the troglodytes, then the spiders. With luck, when we sort all these things out, we can pay the devil. Maybe the genie can conjure up a blank soul or something. Either way, we won't make headway standing here," he said before heading towards the banshee's room.
The group head back down the soaked stairway and along the corridor toward the sound of the crying banshee. No other patrons pass by in this area, apparently scared away by the awful racket. Water drips down the walls along much of the corridor, but by the time they reach the far end where the sound is coming from, it appears relatively dry. Another knock on the door causes the wailing to abruptly cease, and soon the door slowly opens.
A hideous, ghostly, vaguely feminine face appears in the doorway as the door opens wide. Who's there? Have you come to gaze on the face of Karawara, the famed beauty of the Swan Valley?
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"Hello, my name is Lia Dewtail. Famous? You must pardon me, but I've never heard of Swan Valley. Is it as lovely as you are? If so, I should hope to visit one day." Lia says, mustering up a grin.
Hatch gave another small yet polite bow. "Actually we're here on behalf of the hotel staff and guests. Is everything alright, are you in distress? Pardon the concern, but you seem to be doing quite a bit of wailing, and we would like to help if we are able," he said.
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And sorry for the triple post too
Sorry, phone acted up and I hit post too much thinking nothing was happening, so accidental multi-post.
"Er...Perhaps the dripping water is a bother to you?" Lok stuttered, staring at this ghostly figure of Karawara in front of him
(Mine's done that a few times. I think this website hates phones.)
Karawara seems to enjoy the mild flattery from Lia, although her smile merely exposes the ghostly remnants of shrivelled gums. Hatch politely delivers his own greeting and offer to help, but the banshee doesn't seem to take this quite so well. Her features twist into something even more horrifying than before...
(Each make a DC 13 WIS save against her Horrifying Visage. A failure means you are frightened for 1 minute)
...as she spitefully responds: You wouldn't understand, ugly fool. Beauty like mine should be surrounded by beauty, but my abode is devoid of all loveliness save my own. How could I not mourn this barren, unadorned prison?
Then, smoothing the wispy rags that flutter around her, she cries: Oh, to have just one thing of comeliness that I may gaze upon it and appreciate its allure as others appreciate mine. Her lip trembles and again she releases a howl of misery so terrible that it pierces to the very soul.
(Not a true banshee wail though, so no saving throw required... yet)
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Wisdom Save: 5
(Oh wow 20 : D )
Lok has seen many horrifying things in his time, this was not one of them.
"Perhaps you had something in mind? Is there anything imparticular you would like us to get for you?" Lok asks, after the wailing stops
"You will have to forgive us for not bringing something sooner, not many things in this tavern can match your famed beauty, and a lady like yourself deserves the best, of course. " The barbarian continued, trying hard not to upset her and cause another round of wailing
Wisdom: 8
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
”I am not young enough to know everything.” - Oscar Wilde