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"We won! But sheeeesh, you didn't have to get me involved in the mess though..."
Although the pale-eyed girl tried to hide it, she was a bit miffed that Sorak would go for such a high-pressure artery like the carotid (in the neck) while she had already gone to the trouble of being so close of holding the priest down. And she seemed to be particularly defensive about her hood getting dirty. But as soon as she realized that she made that comment sound a lot more sarcastic than she meant to be, she moves to wipe the blood off her face with her cloak to hide her own face turning red.
"Um! I mean, I'm not new to this! It wasn't the first time I got a lot of blood on me! There was the time we fought an ogrillion and...um, wait, that was my own blood...and when we fought Jolliver...wait, he was somehow immune to physical weapons until we killed him killed him..." as she Kethra nervously tries to save face but keeps making a bigger mess in more ways than one, her sleeve catches a piece of the dissolving Web spell and she accidentally pulls down her own hood.
This action reveals to Xanranzan and Sorak that the young human girl has a head of white hair tied back hidden underneath, similar to an old woman on the last days of her life. Realizing what just happened, Kethra turns a more deeper shade of red from embarrassment.
Tyde moves to stand by Kethra offering her support if she needs or wants it. He raises her hood back in place, "No need for worry, Sorak was just being efficient. It's better that he cut off the priest's spell in his throat."
"Let me help clean you up a bit." Tyde will cast Prestidigitation on Kethra to clean the blood and gore off of her. An eldritch flow of arcane energy swirls and snakes it way across every inch of her body leaving her feeling as refreshed as if she just bathed in a country stream.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Although Xanranzan grimaced at the behead, his lips are sealed pretty tight and gaze soon averted back onto the unconscious reaver. As he's going about sitting the man up and readying for an interrogation, Sorak's finding and hopefully alerting the genasi of their missing gear derails him. Not so utterly that he failed to catch at least Kethra go red from embarrassment. But seeing as he was man made partially of earth and wasn't even from the prime material, he just glanced at her with a blank look of confusion before simply shaking his head and going about getting his gear together.
This meant abandoning the scale mail the smith fixed up in favor of his old red set, and the leather bracers, shin guards, and closed face helmet that accompanied it. When he got to the one longsword and other shortsword, the earth genasi hugged their sheathed form to their chest, mumbling something in primordial, then strapped them into place. "Well shucks! Honestly, deep down, I half-expected these sorry sons of..." He hesitates, looking to Kethra. "... er, poo-poo heads... *ahem*... I expected them to have sold it off. Thanks fer look'n out fer us, Mr. Helm." He says to the ceiling. "By the way, here you two go. Probably didn't quite use'm in the way ya were expect'n, but I did 'preciate them all the same." He added and offered back the dagger and javelin to their respective owners.
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Tyde moves to stand by Kethra offering her support if she needs or wants it. He raises her hood back in place, "No need for worry, Sorak was just being efficient. It's better that he cut off the priest's spell in his throat."
"Let me help clean you up a bit." Tyde will cast Prestidigitation on Kethra to clean the blood and gore off of her. An eldritch flow of arcane energy swirls and snakes it way across every inch of her body leaving her feeling as refreshed as if she just bathed in a country stream.
"Yeah, just get it off my face over here, please."
The arcane energy swirl blows off Kethra's hair ribbon, which she just manages to catch before her long hair finished flying all over the place and covered up her face. "Just being efficient, huh?" she gave Mr. Tyde a furtive smile through her unnaturally colored white hair, "Is that why I almost got hit by your little spell earlier along with the cultists?"
Kethra laughed to let him know that she didn't mean anything by it, but her laugh was quieter than usual, punctuated by a couple of tiny hiccups. And because Mr. Tyde, has now gotten so close, it's visible that she shaking a little.
"I--I'm just a little scared you know? I mean, just a little. I started to feel it yesterday but I thought I could ignore it, put it aside for later. But after spending the night here it just feels like the walls are closing! It's like Rubin said, we left half of an entire keep right above our heads and who knows how deep this tunnel goes...oh hey Xan!"
"By the way, here you two go. Probably didn't quite use'm in the way ya were expect'n, but I did 'preciate them all the same." He added and offered back the dagger and javelin to their respective owners.
"Thank you for allowing me to serve you for even such a short time...wait a minute," after bowing politely, Kethra took back the mail and the javelin, only to let them fall to the ground as she grabs Xanranzan by the armor. She adjusts it a few millimeters to the left, then tightens it, giving him the feeling he just had a tuxedo fixed.
Then taking up a cloth, she shines it up a bit while he is still wearing it, looks him in the eye, then warns him sternly, "Xan, this next part is important so hold still for a second."
"Let's all take a few deep breaths and then steel ourselves for what comes next."
Tyde looks at the reaver they have captured.
"Once we question him and get more information about what is going on we'll have to decide whether to continue on or return to explore the keep. Both seem equally viable but whatever the reaver reveals may influence our decision."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Xanranzan is fortunately not the type to startle easily, but he still raised a brow at Kethra for all adjusting and so forth. "Uh.... you... uh... Aight?" He acquiesced, if albeit awkwardly, and eyes now glued now firmly on her. Until she finished whatever was her intent, not that he hasn't had something similar happen with his pops, he didn't dare say a word. But after which he would try to breath easier and finally answer Tyde with, "Are there any questions besides the ambassadors and the keep ya'll interested in knowing? I.. I got my own of course, though I do have some doubts this sods know anything 'bout them stone wearing punks that raided my dad's shop a ways back."
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(Sorry peeps. Something new happened in my life so I won't be able to post today. Just pretend Kethra talks to Xanranzan a little about how armor works differently between stone and fleshy bodies and she gives Tyde a big hug after.)
"Whatever you are doing, we should probably get on with it." Rubin says from outside the door. "Who knows when they are set to be replaced or reinforced." He stays out of the chamber, keeping watch.
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If Xanranzan wasn't already red in the face from the eventual hug, Rubin's words certainly made it so. Without further adieu, he again made his way over to the reaver to shake him awake, assuming someone else had saw to tying him up. "Wakey, wakey, egg foo toast and bakey my cutthroat friend~ Just got a couple of questions fer ya 'fore things are right as rain, as they say 'round these parts." He singsongs.
If that's not enough to stir the reaver, than it is grudgingly that he repeats the phrase but layers a bit of magic in it to heal the man or woman. Either way, he goes from smiling politely to let it take on a more subtly sinister expression to it as he ask, "Today is your lucky day, my friend. For in exchange fer your cooperation in answering a few questions fer us, I won't break yer legs. If yer honest, ya might even get to see another sunset. But if ya decide to be a stubborn git 'bout all this, well... I can't promise the next few minutes fer ya will be the most pleasant... Do we have an understanding?"
He waits a moment to let the words really sink in as he held on to the shoulders of the reaper. "Now tell us everything ya know about the keep, the folks there, and about this whole kidnapping business ya'll got goin so far."
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After the hug from Kethra, Tyde will try to Help Xanranzan by standing beside, and a little behind him, and casting Prestidigitation to make a few sparks sizzle from his fingertips. "Let me know if you want to fry him a little with the lightning."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The cultist wakes up, and pales immediately upon hearing Xan's words.
"Um . . .the lightning won't be necessary. Er, well, this is the Temple of the Crushing Wave. We're directed to bring any valuable captives here, by order of someone named Gar Shatterkeel. That's all I know, I promise.)
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Tyde looks down at his scuffed boots and laments, "I guess we add another name to our list."
He looks sadly over at Kethra, "We have to stop this... Gar Shatterkeel, even if it means killing him."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Xan nods but never took his eyes off the reaver. "See, that wasn't so bad. All in a days work." He grinned. "But, you'll have to forgive me for thinking that's not all you know. But, its a good start." Xan then shifts about a bit for a more comfortable stance and pats the reaver on the shoulder. "Now, where can we find Gar and these kidnappees in this here temple of yers? Or if ya really don't know, who would? Thirdly, tell me 'bout the areas ya do know -- and don't try to sell me short on this. Ain't no way the only places ya been is between the closest entrance here and this here barracks. So, give us some directions to these other areas, if you would be so kind.."
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If Xanranzan wasn't already red in the face from the eventual hug, Rubin's words certainly made it so. Without further adieu, he again made his way over to the reaver to shake him awake, assuming someone else had saw to tying him up. "Wakey, wakey, egg foo toast and bakey my cutthroat friend~ Just got a couple of questions fer ya 'fore things are right as rain, as they say 'round these parts." He singsongs.
After taking a breather to gather her wits, the emotional temporary shieldmaiden would tie up the reaver and confiscate his longsword. (Do these longswords do 2d8 damage only when they use it, or also when we use it too?)
Kethra, your knowledge of weapon crafting allows you to notice that while these swords seem rather shoddily crafted, the jagged shark teeth they're made out of might make them more effective against those less protected.
(These longswords do an additional damage die against unarmored opponents.)
The reaver looks slightly less nervous.
"Er . . .well, I don't come down here often. Haven't gone further in than these barracks. Did hear them mention that the room on the other side of the canal—you know, the one leading back up to the keep—there's somethin' bad in there. Couple o' us went in, none of 'em came out."
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"I think we should go there and make sure there is nothing bad there... anymore!" Tyde scratches at his beard and looks toward the boats.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Kethra, your knowledge of weapon crafting allows you to notice that while these swords seem rather shoddily crafted, the jagged shark teeth they're made out of might make them more effective against those less protected.
(These longswords do an additional damage die against unarmored opponents.)
(WHAAAAAAAT...this whole time I've been getting attacked by these guys! Wait, so if the cultists are unarmored then that means we can use their own weapons against them, right? Or does wearing a shield count as being armored?)
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"Is your gear in there?" Rubin asks from outside the chamber, as he keeps watch.
Sorak rummages around in the various belonging chests, and eventually finds their missing gear mixed in with the priest's personal belongings.
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Deception 7
"We won! But sheeeesh, you didn't have to get me involved in the mess though..."
Although the pale-eyed girl tried to hide it, she was a bit miffed that Sorak would go for such a high-pressure artery like the carotid (in the neck) while she had already gone to the trouble of being so close of holding the priest down. And she seemed to be particularly defensive about her hood getting dirty. But as soon as she realized that she made that comment sound a lot more sarcastic than she meant to be, she moves to wipe the blood off her face with her cloak to hide her own face turning red.
"Um! I mean, I'm not new to this! It wasn't the first time I got a lot of blood on me! There was the time we fought an ogrillion and...um, wait, that was my own blood...and when we fought Jolliver...wait, he was somehow immune to physical weapons until we killed him killed him..." as she Kethra nervously tries to save face but keeps making a bigger mess in more ways than one, her sleeve catches a piece of the dissolving Web spell and she accidentally pulls down her own hood.
This action reveals to Xanranzan and Sorak that the young human girl has a head of white hair tied back hidden underneath, similar to an old woman on the last days of her life. Realizing what just happened, Kethra turns a more deeper shade of red from embarrassment.
Tyde moves to stand by Kethra offering her support if she needs or wants it. He raises her hood back in place, "No need for worry, Sorak was just being efficient. It's better that he cut off the priest's spell in his throat."
"Let me help clean you up a bit." Tyde will cast Prestidigitation on Kethra to clean the blood and gore off of her. An eldritch flow of arcane energy swirls and snakes it way across every inch of her body leaving her feeling as refreshed as if she just bathed in a country stream.
Although Xanranzan grimaced at the behead, his lips are sealed pretty tight and gaze soon averted back onto the unconscious reaver. As he's going about sitting the man up and readying for an interrogation, Sorak's finding and hopefully alerting the genasi of their missing gear derails him. Not so utterly that he failed to catch at least Kethra go red from embarrassment. But seeing as he was man made partially of earth and wasn't even from the prime material, he just glanced at her with a blank look of confusion before simply shaking his head and going about getting his gear together.
This meant abandoning the scale mail the smith fixed up in favor of his old red set, and the leather bracers, shin guards, and closed face helmet that accompanied it. When he got to the one longsword and other shortsword, the earth genasi hugged their sheathed form to their chest, mumbling something in primordial, then strapped them into place. "Well shucks! Honestly, deep down, I half-expected these sorry sons of..." He hesitates, looking to Kethra. "... er, poo-poo heads... *ahem*... I expected them to have sold it off. Thanks fer look'n out fer us, Mr. Helm." He says to the ceiling. "By the way, here you two go. Probably didn't quite use'm in the way ya were expect'n, but I did 'preciate them all the same." He added and offered back the dagger and javelin to their respective owners.
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"Yeah, just get it off my face over here, please."
The arcane energy swirl blows off Kethra's hair ribbon, which she just manages to catch before her long hair finished flying all over the place and covered up her face. "Just being efficient, huh?" she gave Mr. Tyde a furtive smile through her unnaturally colored white hair, "Is that why I almost got hit by your little spell earlier along with the cultists?"
Kethra laughed to let him know that she didn't mean anything by it, but her laugh was quieter than usual, punctuated by a couple of tiny hiccups. And because Mr. Tyde, has now gotten so close, it's visible that she shaking a little.
"I--I'm just a little scared you know? I mean, just a little. I started to feel it yesterday but I thought I could ignore it, put it aside for later. But after spending the night here it just feels like the walls are closing! It's like Rubin said, we left half of an entire keep right above our heads and who knows how deep this tunnel goes...oh hey Xan!"
"Thank you for allowing me to serve you for even such a short time...wait a minute," after bowing politely, Kethra took back the mail and the javelin, only to let them fall to the ground as she grabs Xanranzan by the armor. She adjusts it a few millimeters to the left, then tightens it, giving him the feeling he just had a tuxedo fixed.
Then taking up a cloth, she shines it up a bit while he is still wearing it, looks him in the eye, then warns him sternly, "Xan, this next part is important so hold still for a second."
"Let's all take a few deep breaths and then steel ourselves for what comes next."
Tyde looks at the reaver they have captured.
"Once we question him and get more information about what is going on we'll have to decide whether to continue on or return to explore the keep. Both seem equally viable but whatever the reaver reveals may influence our decision."
Xanranzan is fortunately not the type to startle easily, but he still raised a brow at Kethra for all adjusting and so forth. "Uh.... you... uh... Aight?" He acquiesced, if albeit awkwardly, and eyes now glued now firmly on her. Until she finished whatever was her intent, not that he hasn't had something similar happen with his pops, he didn't dare say a word. But after which he would try to breath easier and finally answer Tyde with, "Are there any questions besides the ambassadors and the keep ya'll interested in knowing? I.. I got my own of course, though I do have some doubts this sods know anything 'bout them stone wearing punks that raided my dad's shop a ways back."
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(Sorry peeps. Something new happened in my life so I won't be able to post today. Just pretend Kethra talks to Xanranzan a little about how armor works differently between stone and fleshy bodies and she gives Tyde a big hug after.)
"Whatever you are doing, we should probably get on with it." Rubin says from outside the door. "Who knows when they are set to be replaced or reinforced." He stays out of the chamber, keeping watch.
If Xanranzan wasn't already red in the face from the eventual hug, Rubin's words certainly made it so. Without further adieu, he again made his way over to the reaver to shake him awake, assuming someone else had saw to tying him up. "Wakey, wakey, egg foo toast and bakey my cutthroat friend~ Just got a couple of questions fer ya 'fore things are right as rain, as they say 'round these parts." He singsongs.
If that's not enough to stir the reaver, than it is grudgingly that he repeats the phrase but layers a bit of magic in it to heal the man or woman. Either way, he goes from smiling politely to let it take on a more subtly sinister expression to it as he ask, "Today is your lucky day, my friend. For in exchange fer your cooperation in answering a few questions fer us, I won't break yer legs. If yer honest, ya might even get to see another sunset. But if ya decide to be a stubborn git 'bout all this, well... I can't promise the next few minutes fer ya will be the most pleasant... Do we have an understanding?"
Intimidation: 25.
(If helped in someway: 27.)
He waits a moment to let the words really sink in as he held on to the shoulders of the reaper. "Now tell us everything ya know about the keep, the folks there, and about this whole kidnapping business ya'll got goin so far."
(If it comes down to needing to heal, only expending a 1st level healing word)
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Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
After the hug from Kethra, Tyde will try to Help Xanranzan by standing beside, and a little behind him, and casting Prestidigitation to make a few sparks sizzle from his fingertips. "Let me know if you want to fry him a little with the lightning."
The cultist wakes up, and pales immediately upon hearing Xan's words.
"Um . . .the lightning won't be necessary. Er, well, this is the Temple of the Crushing Wave. We're directed to bring any valuable captives here, by order of someone named Gar Shatterkeel. That's all I know, I promise.)
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Tyde looks down at his scuffed boots and laments, "I guess we add another name to our list."
He looks sadly over at Kethra, "We have to stop this... Gar Shatterkeel, even if it means killing him."
Xan nods but never took his eyes off the reaver. "See, that wasn't so bad. All in a days work." He grinned. "But, you'll have to forgive me for thinking that's not all you know. But, its a good start." Xan then shifts about a bit for a more comfortable stance and pats the reaver on the shoulder. "Now, where can we find Gar and these kidnappees in this here temple of yers? Or if ya really don't know, who would? Thirdly, tell me 'bout the areas ya do know -- and don't try to sell me short on this. Ain't no way the only places ya been is between the closest entrance here and this here barracks. So, give us some directions to these other areas, if you would be so kind.."
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After taking a breather to gather her wits, the emotional temporary shieldmaiden would tie up the reaver and confiscate his longsword. (Do these longswords do 2d8 damage only when they use it, or also when we use it too?)
Kethra, your knowledge of weapon crafting allows you to notice that while these swords seem rather shoddily crafted, the jagged shark teeth they're made out of might make them more effective against those less protected.
(These longswords do an additional damage die against unarmored opponents.)
The reaver looks slightly less nervous.
"Er . . .well, I don't come down here often. Haven't gone further in than these barracks. Did hear them mention that the room on the other side of the canal—you know, the one leading back up to the keep—there's somethin' bad in there. Couple o' us went in, none of 'em came out."
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"I think we should go there and make sure there is nothing bad there... anymore!" Tyde scratches at his beard and looks toward the boats.
(WHAAAAAAAT...this whole time I've been getting attacked by these guys! Wait, so if the cultists are unarmored then that means we can use their own weapons against them, right? Or does wearing a shield count as being armored?)
(Shield isn’t armor, so you’d get the benefit.)
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