„Do you have any spell that lets you talk to him?“ Suddenly Allister grabs his new notebook, scribbles „Can you hear us?“ on it and presents it to the being in the bottle
The little man nods at Allister's note and obviously yells something, but he cannot be heard outside the bottle. He makes more pleading gestures and points at the cork in the top of the bottle.
"If we let him out, I can cast comprehend languages if he can't understand us, or us him." He looks down at the small figure banging on the inside of the glass and says wistfully, "wishes in a bottle," then looks back up. "There is magic here, there has to be. People don't just end up inside a bottle. If it is a......a.....", he tails off, suddenly thinking of all the children's stories of magic lamps, and genies in bottles and how the magic that they offered was never quite exactly what was expected. Heroes ended up with two heads (two lovers who wished never to be parted), or growing tentacles (that musician who dreamed of playing several instruments at once), or being eaten by an eagle (he recalls a tale of one young fool who's hearts desire was to become a rabbit), it was creepy.
"We can't just leave him in there," and he peers at the glass again., tapping it gently.
Glimbul looking to Boosey concerned, “Do you forget where we are? Everything has tried to kill us so far. What makes that thing any different?” He steps back a bit in anticipation he may act impulsively.
Allister taps hos finger repeatedly on Booseyˋs forehead. „Not so nice, is it? Please stop. What do we do? Release him? I don’t want to carry him around in a backpack, that might be unpleasant. So either open the bottle or leave it.“
At first, it seems like the tiny humanoid is astonished that the bottle was finally uncorked, however quickly regained focus when a sudden updraft inside the bottle lifted him upwards and out of the bottle. When the creature was flown right out of the bottle, he began to grow. At first the party realizes the creature to be a ash skinned elf. He was 6' tall, slender build, and raven black hair falling to his shoulders. His eyes, a silk white, scanned the room as if in curiosity, however not having the look itself portrayed on his face. Old and torn clothes covered the body of the elf, so torn and old they look as if hundreds of years old. The elf, surveying what had just happened as well, looked to the group and stopped when his eyes fell on the Eladrin elf, Nenne. His eyes squinted, either in disbelief or... something else.
The elf coughed, dust coming from his lungs from doing so and said, "You all seem like a particular group... I must thank you however, for saving me from my predicament. I got in a bit of a entanglement and... things went horribly wrong." He looked to Nenne, however addressed to the group when he asks, "What brings you all forth to this land? Here to discover what the disappearance was?" He looks around the room. "Where are we...?"
The elf gives a blank look at Allister. "Allister? I have never heard of a name like that one before." He looks from Allister then to the group once more. "My name is Havel Vorwar. No bows shall be given." he then gives a glance at Nenne once more then to Allister and continues. "I am a Shadar-Kai elf sent from my.... home to interlude in the devilish makings of Acererak. I seemed to falter in my step however when I was overcome in a stasis magic and shrunk to fit inside of that there bottle you saw me in previously."
"Now, will any of you direct me out of here so I can resume my duties? I need to stop him before he completes what he is using the camp for. You are more than welcomed to join me. However..." he gives a look to Nenne almost as in boredom, "Our differences may seem to come out every once in a while."
Glimbul moves to the side of the chariot, arrow drawn, “How can we trust anything you say? And why does it seem like you already know Nenne? Have you been watching us while we have been in here?”
Havel points a finger at Nenne, "I assume you to be this Nenne?"
He looks over everyone's shoulders and addresses Glimbul, "If I could have watched you, then what makes you think I wouldn't have also communed with you to get me out of my damn imprisonment? To go along with you other concerns, you do not have to trust me nor believe me. We have just met after all and I sense that we may have the same desired outcomes for when it comes to this lich: I want to stop his plans, and I presume you want to end him entirely." Still pointing at Nenne, however looking at the gnome he continues, "Also, I do not know her. Our kind just.... are split from one another. I would rather talk about other things than indulge in history quiet honestly. History can leave scars for those... unfortunate."
The cleric raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. "There are many elven lineages," she says, looking at her friends but obviously speaking to him. "Though why that is relevant escapes me. I have nothing against his brethren. We do not even reside in the same plane."
She turns her attention once more upon Havel and nods stiffly. "I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor. If you spoke true about your intentions to defeat Acererak, then our aims are indeed aligned. I am unfamiliar with the disappearances you referenced, but our mission is to break a curse that is stealing souls and subverting the powers of the gods of death. We are here to destroy the Soulmonger responsible, and put an end to Acererak's terror. Join us if it suits you. Impede us at your own peril."
The elf looks blankly at Nenne, processing what she had just said to him.
"Whatever this Soulmonger thing is, I highly doubt you'll find it here. Acererak made enslavement camps, not silly little 'stealing soul Soulmonger' things." He gave a glance to the party once more, this time leaning in. "Now, I answered your never ending questions, please do answer mine: Where am I, and how may I leave?"
"You are in ignorance and your only egress is humility," Nenne quips. Magenta starts to rise in her cheeks. "I have a suspicion that your imprisonment was long, for it is evident you know precious little of the nature of this place."
She looks him dead in the eye, unimpressed with what she finds.
"This is no camp. This is a deadly tomb, where nine gods are shackled. Acererak is bound here as well in the abyss, and beneath him, the Soulmonger, which I have sensed mere hours ago as it ripped a good man's soul from my restorative magics." She points back toward the body of Orvex and her skin tone deepens with the colors of anger and regret. "My offer to collaborate stands, yet if you are intent to dismiss the honest report of your saviors in favor of continued impolite discourse and condescension, I daresay there are far better uses of our time."
The tightening of lips is all the ashen elf gives as he listens to Nenne. "You seem to blame me for something I have not done or lack entirely. However, if your words hold true and that we seem to be in... a tomb of the liches making then... I have no choice but to accompany you in hopes of eradicating it." His words end there but he continues along a different path. "It seems this will only work for the two of us if we work only till the goal is done," He puts his hands behind his back and straightens out. "'Leave dead men lie' is our saying in Shadowfen. I care not about your... fallen hero's, I think life was kind on them for whoever they are. Death is natural. You should know that cleric of Kelemvor, considering your own god reins over judgement and death."
He ends it there and brushes gently past the hero's and into the outer room surveying the aftermath of the battlefield. He looked around to one side of the room, where the heavy door stayed, and to the other side as well. He asked, "I do not know what 'shackled gods' you speak of, however I will help whatever means necessary so that I may please my queen. Do any of you know where to head off to next?"
He looks nonchalantly at the arrow, then to Glimbul. "You must be the one who stays behind the group? I understand your concern, however your group looks to me as one to not kill without reason nor take prisoners. I answered your questions, now what?" He squints to the gnome. "Knock the arrow, and you won't be meeting the Eladrin's god, but my goddess the Raven Queen."
Nenne launches herself at Havel, swinging to backhand him hard across the cheek, when she stops mere centimeters away from him. Her hair is pure gold.
She takes a single breath and lowers her hand. It comes to rest at her side - and in a tight fist.
"Do not dare speak of my god or the practice of my faith again, you insolent and churlish cretin," she snarls, low and with vitriol. She disengages, turns her back, and walks away. "I have nothing against your brethren. You are another matter. I have no desire for a companion who cannot show me or my comrades the barest respect. If I cannot trust you to value our alliance enough to refrain from ceaseless offenses - after we rescued you out of goodwill, no less - then I cannot trust you in battle. Apologize or get out of my sight."
“Peace Nenne”, Boosey intejects placing his hand on the clerics arm. “Havel will realise his predicament soon enough.” He turns to Havel and asks, “What year do you make it? Your time in that bottle seems to have made you somewhat cantankerous. It’s understandable , we would all go slightly mad locked up like that.”
The gnome looks a little disappointed as he speaks. “You’re no genie then, thankfully. Their magic is not to be trusted, though it is yet to be seen if we can trust what has emerged from this bottle. I suspect Acererak has achieved what you set out to stop while you have been...indisposed.” “
”We look to defeat this Lich, he has cost the lives of too many of our friends and you would be welcome to join us. If not, you are welcome to peruse this tomb on your own. In that case, I suspect you would wish to be back inside the bottle after a short time.”
”Betray us,” and the gnomes face takes on a grave look, “and we will kill you.”
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„Do you have any spell that lets you talk to him?“ Suddenly Allister grabs his new notebook, scribbles „Can you hear us?“ on it and presents it to the being in the bottle
The little man nods at Allister's note and obviously yells something, but he cannot be heard outside the bottle. He makes more pleading gestures and points at the cork in the top of the bottle.
"If we let him out, I can cast comprehend languages if he can't understand us, or us him." He looks down at the small figure banging on the inside of the glass and says wistfully, "wishes in a bottle," then looks back up. "There is magic here, there has to be. People don't just end up inside a bottle. If it is a......a.....", he tails off, suddenly thinking of all the children's stories of magic lamps, and genies in bottles and how the magic that they offered was never quite exactly what was expected. Heroes ended up with two heads (two lovers who wished never to be parted), or growing tentacles (that musician who dreamed of playing several instruments at once), or being eaten by an eagle (he recalls a tale of one young fool who's hearts desire was to become a rabbit), it was creepy.
"We can't just leave him in there," and he peers at the glass again., tapping it gently.
Glimbul looking to Boosey concerned, “Do you forget where we are? Everything has tried to kill us so far. What makes that thing any different?” He steps back a bit in anticipation he may act impulsively.
Allister taps hos finger repeatedly on Booseyˋs forehead. „Not so nice, is it? Please stop. What do we do? Release him? I don’t want to carry him around in a backpack, that might be unpleasant. So either open the bottle or leave it.“
"Release him and prepare for battle. If it is an ally, we shall welcome him. If it is an enemy, we shall welcome him in a less courteous fashion."
Allister uncorks the bottle.
At first, it seems like the tiny humanoid is astonished that the bottle was finally uncorked, however quickly regained focus when a sudden updraft inside the bottle lifted him upwards and out of the bottle. When the creature was flown right out of the bottle, he began to grow. At first the party realizes the creature to be a ash skinned elf. He was 6' tall, slender build, and raven black hair falling to his shoulders. His eyes, a silk white, scanned the room as if in curiosity, however not having the look itself portrayed on his face. Old and torn clothes covered the body of the elf, so torn and old they look as if hundreds of years old. The elf, surveying what had just happened as well, looked to the group and stopped when his eyes fell on the Eladrin elf, Nenne. His eyes squinted, either in disbelief or... something else.
The elf coughed, dust coming from his lungs from doing so and said, "You all seem like a particular group... I must thank you however, for saving me from my predicament. I got in a bit of a entanglement and... things went horribly wrong." He looked to Nenne, however addressed to the group when he asks, "What brings you all forth to this land? Here to discover what the disappearance was?" He looks around the room. "Where are we...?"
Made you look.
„Hold your breath. That’s a lot of questions. How about telling us your name first and how you ended up in a bottle. My name’s Allister, by the way.“
The elf gives a blank look at Allister. "Allister? I have never heard of a name like that one before." He looks from Allister then to the group once more. "My name is Havel Vorwar. No bows shall be given." he then gives a glance at Nenne once more then to Allister and continues. "I am a Shadar-Kai elf sent from my.... home to interlude in the devilish makings of Acererak. I seemed to falter in my step however when I was overcome in a stasis magic and shrunk to fit inside of that there bottle you saw me in previously."
"Now, will any of you direct me out of here so I can resume my duties? I need to stop him before he completes what he is using the camp for. You are more than welcomed to join me. However..." he gives a look to Nenne almost as in boredom, "Our differences may seem to come out every once in a while."
Made you look.
Glimbul moves to the side of the chariot, arrow drawn, “How can we trust anything you say? And why does it seem like you already know Nenne? Have you been watching us while we have been in here?”
Havel points a finger at Nenne, "I assume you to be this Nenne?"
He looks over everyone's shoulders and addresses Glimbul, "If I could have watched you, then what makes you think I wouldn't have also communed with you to get me out of my damn imprisonment? To go along with you other concerns, you do not have to trust me nor believe me. We have just met after all and I sense that we may have the same desired outcomes for when it comes to this lich: I want to stop his plans, and I presume you want to end him entirely." Still pointing at Nenne, however looking at the gnome he continues, "Also, I do not know her. Our kind just.... are split from one another. I would rather talk about other things than indulge in history quiet honestly. History can leave scars for those... unfortunate."
Made you look.
The cleric raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. "There are many elven lineages," she says, looking at her friends but obviously speaking to him. "Though why that is relevant escapes me. I have nothing against his brethren. We do not even reside in the same plane."
She turns her attention once more upon Havel and nods stiffly. "I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor. If you spoke true about your intentions to defeat Acererak, then our aims are indeed aligned. I am unfamiliar with the disappearances you referenced, but our mission is to break a curse that is stealing souls and subverting the powers of the gods of death. We are here to destroy the Soulmonger responsible, and put an end to Acererak's terror. Join us if it suits you. Impede us at your own peril."
The elf looks blankly at Nenne, processing what she had just said to him.
"Whatever this Soulmonger thing is, I highly doubt you'll find it here. Acererak made enslavement camps, not silly little 'stealing soul Soulmonger' things." He gave a glance to the party once more, this time leaning in. "Now, I answered your never ending questions, please do answer mine: Where am I, and how may I leave?"
Made you look.
"You are in ignorance and your only egress is humility," Nenne quips. Magenta starts to rise in her cheeks. "I have a suspicion that your imprisonment was long, for it is evident you know precious little of the nature of this place."
She looks him dead in the eye, unimpressed with what she finds.
"This is no camp. This is a deadly tomb, where nine gods are shackled. Acererak is bound here as well in the abyss, and beneath him, the Soulmonger, which I have sensed mere hours ago as it ripped a good man's soul from my restorative magics." She points back toward the body of Orvex and her skin tone deepens with the colors of anger and regret. "My offer to collaborate stands, yet if you are intent to dismiss the honest report of your saviors in favor of continued impolite discourse and condescension, I daresay there are far better uses of our time."
The tightening of lips is all the ashen elf gives as he listens to Nenne. "You seem to blame me for something I have not done or lack entirely. However, if your words hold true and that we seem to be in... a tomb of the liches making then... I have no choice but to accompany you in hopes of eradicating it." His words end there but he continues along a different path. "It seems this will only work for the two of us if we work only till the goal is done," He puts his hands behind his back and straightens out. "'Leave dead men lie' is our saying in Shadowfen. I care not about your... fallen hero's, I think life was kind on them for whoever they are. Death is natural. You should know that cleric of Kelemvor, considering your own god reins over judgement and death."
He ends it there and brushes gently past the hero's and into the outer room surveying the aftermath of the battlefield. He looked around to one side of the room, where the heavy door stayed, and to the other side as well. He asked, "I do not know what 'shackled gods' you speak of, however I will help whatever means necessary so that I may please my queen. Do any of you know where to head off to next?"
Made you look.
As he moves Glimbul calls out to him. "Don't move until we figure what to do with you!" Arrow still trained on the unknown elf.
He looks nonchalantly at the arrow, then to Glimbul. "You must be the one who stays behind the group? I understand your concern, however your group looks to me as one to not kill without reason nor take prisoners. I answered your questions, now what?" He squints to the gnome. "Knock the arrow, and you won't be meeting the Eladrin's god, but my goddess the Raven Queen."
Made you look.
Nenne launches herself at Havel, swinging to backhand him hard across the cheek, when she stops mere centimeters away from him. Her hair is pure gold.
She takes a single breath and lowers her hand. It comes to rest at her side - and in a tight fist.
"Do not dare speak of my god or the practice of my faith again, you insolent and churlish cretin," she snarls, low and with vitriol. She disengages, turns her back, and walks away. "I have nothing against your brethren. You are another matter. I have no desire for a companion who cannot show me or my comrades the barest respect. If I cannot trust you to value our alliance enough to refrain from ceaseless offenses - after we rescued you out of goodwill, no less - then I cannot trust you in battle. Apologize or get out of my sight."
“Peace Nenne”, Boosey intejects placing his hand on the clerics arm. “Havel will realise his predicament soon enough.” He turns to Havel and asks, “What year do you make it? Your time in that bottle seems to have made you somewhat cantankerous. It’s understandable , we would all go slightly mad locked up like that.”
The gnome looks a little disappointed as he speaks. “You’re no genie then, thankfully. Their magic is not to be trusted, though it is yet to be seen if we can trust what has emerged from this bottle. I suspect Acererak has achieved what you set out to stop while you have been...indisposed.” “
”We look to defeat this Lich, he has cost the lives of too many of our friends and you would be welcome to join us. If not, you are welcome to peruse this tomb on your own. In that case, I suspect you would wish to be back inside the bottle after a short time.”
”Betray us,” and the gnomes face takes on a grave look, “and we will kill you.”