There are several conflicting thoughts in T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's mind at that exact moment. The cultists response, Kerric's question, thoughts of fight or flight....but one thought overrides all the rest despite any prevailing logic. His expressions becomes one of mild irritation and exasperation and puts both hands out to his side, looking at Morbeoth. "EXACTLY!! Right, MorBEoth. Is it so hard? T'chal'fronack'zcinicker! It's a name. Figure out how to address someone properly before you speak!! Am I right? I know you know exactly what I mean." He shakes his head, finding common ground with the cultist leading the 'class'. "I mean, if I had a copper for everytime I had to repeat my name, and then slow it down for them to make sure they get the 8 distinct syllables." Shaking his head, clearly agreeing with the cultists about how inconsiderate the rest of the world must be...he seems to take a breath.
Offhandedly he looks back at Kerric and says, "Yup....I don't know...I'll ask."
He turns back to Morbeoth, "Morbeoth, I'm wondering if you can help us, then we'll get out of your hair here. We're looking for some dwarves. A delegation. Any clues as to their whereabouts?"
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Morbeoth paused when the tiefling would begin agreeing with him. It was enough to hang onto the mans attention. Cold icy eyes pan from T'chal'fronack'zcinicker to the elf he looked back to before returning his stare back at the tiefling. Morbeoth's brow would pop. "Do you usually let your peons run amok?" Hearing some tapping from behind T'chal'fronack'zcinicker Morbeoth would cluck and sigh. "Get that little one and his brute to stop touching my things." He makes disgusted gestures with his hands. "Dwarven delegation is what you seek?" The man looks passed the tiefling and lets out another exasperated sigh when Berd would pick at his teeth and wipe it on a vat. "What ever nonsense you're up too, go back to Thuluna and make it her problem." He places a cold hand on T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's shoulder to encourage him to turn around and go. "I'm a busy man preparing us against those blasphemous wind lovers!" He scoffs
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker winces a bit in reply, "Right, yes, sorry about them lot." He turns his direction to Berd, "Wipe that off this instant you uncouth addlepate!"
He shrugs apologetically, "Yes, right. Thuluna of course. Just..um...which way to her again? Oh, and I have this contract here permitting evil acts within this region of the prime material plane that I really do need someone to sign on your organizations behalf. Unauthorized evil acts fly in the face of Tog'thell'marst'colomon's jurisdictional rule of this region and likely to rise his ire and the ire of those he reports to. Typically you would need to, of course, go through a lengthly application process, but you've been quite helpful pointing us towards Thuluna so I'm rather inclined to fast track your permit along with the requisite request forms with just a few simple signatures. I should point out if you do successful acquire such a permit, these um....'blasphemous wind lovers'...will be a distinctly exposed position, legally speaking, granting you yet another advantage over this otherwise outmatched group." The tiefling begins pulling some paper work out of his bag.
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The man blinks at T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. After a very long, very awkward silence of icy blue eyes staring almost down into the depths of the tieflings soul, he starts to guffaw. His laugh booms, carrying through the room. Morbeoth claps T'chal'fronack'zcinicker hard on the shoulder in his fit of amusement. “You bureaucrats crack me up…” He reaches back and snaps. The guard from the hallway and the rest of the cultists from around the table begin to move forward into the room. “It’s not like the Howling Hatred will looking to sign in when they infiltrate, now will they?” Morbeoth pops his brow. “Now meander back to that filthy room of hers next to that damned fountain and tell Thuluna where she can take her paperwork, and shove it.” He chuckles lowly, guiding the tiefling through the brewery to one of the doors to the hallway while the rest of the reavers move in to encourage the others to leave as well.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, winces as he's clapped on the shoulder. Holding a contract and pen in his hands, and with his mouth hanging awkwardly open he is guided towards one of the doors in the hallway. He tries to interrupt, but..****y makes awkward "umm" noises over and over until he reaches the door he's being guided to. "Right...um...yes...I will let her know."
Anya positions herself between Kerric and the incoming guards. She glares at them, seemingly willing to 'go along'...assuming Kerric is...but any attempt to shove, nudge, or otherwise push Kerric results in a firm finger raised into their faces along with a "Don't TOUCH him!"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks to the rest of the group, wondering if they're going to go along with this or not..ready to depart.
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Going along with the exit strategy, Kerric murmurs to Anya, “Stand down…He is telling us what we need to know while saving face in front of his students…”
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker tucks away his contract and pen with a dissatisfied grunt. "Well. That happened. Back to ....the fountain he said? Anyone see a fountain around here? Maybe further up the hallway?" His voice drops to a whisper, "Unless we want to, you know...sneak back in and..." he draws his finger across his throat. "Or if we just want to go rest back in the hallway for a bit." He glances at the group, snapping his fingers in front of a few of their glassy eyed faces, and then directs the question to Kerric with his gaze.
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Kerric:
”I think the man saw an opportunity for a potential rival to take out an enemy and artfully gave us the information we needed without losing face in front of his students. I say we follow his directions and see what we find. If he was lying to us, well, we know where to find him,” suggests Kerric.
”Do you think he was trying to set us up, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker?” asks the Elven warrior.
Insight: 21
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker shrugs, "I think, as a general rule, that everyone is trying to set us up. Perhaps that's why contracts are so attractive to me. They lay out the basic....." (as they follow the directions, he begins on a long diatribe about the benefits of contract based agreements)
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Reghys is impressed with their group. And definitely amused at the teacher. It always struck them as funny that some folk just could not see the forest for the trees and kept interpreting the world through what they already knew. WHile laughing about bureaucrats, he was clearly so tied up in his own petty rivalries that the thought seemed to never even cross him that they were here on different business. Interesting indeed.
To Kerric's question, the satyr responds: "I don't think so. He clearly hadn't realised who we were, so it stands to reason that he didn't think of us as a threat. Now, this Thuluna though... wasn't that the lady riding her shark? What kind of organisation is this, for them to be able to have petty squabbles like this? Who finances them? Any ideas, T?"
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
While the group reviews and picks apart their most recent interaction, there was a mix of observations. There was definitely a sense of rivalry amongst the ranks of the Crushing Wave Cultists. As to whether they realized who you all were, that was a little convoluted. It would appear the guard at the door who spotted the group was entirely suspicious whereas Morbeoth couldn’t be bothered with it. He didn’t see the group as a threat, but perhaps as an opportunity.
When it comes to the reference and thought of where to go, Reghys is reminded of the mermaid fountain that was in the centre of the room outside the trolls layer. So logically, Thuluna must be located at that northern door they didn’t inspect.
As T'chal'fronack'zcinicker rambles on, blindly taking a direction back, he walks into something. Like a solid part across his chest, he’s halted in his tracks. Ebele had put out her staff to stop him from carelessly approaching the bridge. “Well, I imagine you’re regretting a lack of contract with your friend here.” The monk finally breaks her silence and juts her chin towards the centre of the bridge. There sits the troll, waiting, black ink dripping from his mouth, slick from devouring the squidlike creatures they fed for temporary crossing.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stops short and glances at the situation, taking it all in. "Yes. Indeed I am. Does anyone feel like talking to our friend here, or....are we going to resort to the standard biological response to a change in the environment." He makes a stabby stabby motion.
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Reghys gives a mischievous grin: "Let me try first."
Cautiously approaching the troll, the satyr beams a charming smile: "How did you enjoy that? We made sure to get it to you as fresh as possible, just like they do up north. A true delicacy really, treatment fit for a king.And as such, would your grace like to let us past the bridge?"
Reghys' words are seductive, but to you all, you notice that they haven't yet laced them with the uncanny magic that makes almost every proposition sound reasonable. It seemed that for now, the satyr was simply starting the conversation, adding just enough confusion to their enchanting words for the troll to be succeptible to whatever suggestion would follow.
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
The troll sat on his bridge, eyes watching as the satyr approaches. He scratches at his belly button. “WAS OKAY SNACK.” He grumbles. “FRESH BUT BAD TASTE.” Smacking his lips, the ink obviously dyed his mouth, lips and chin. “NAME NOT GRACE.” Successfully pulling some lint out, he flicks it. “NAME GORGEBELLY!” He huffs. “GORGEBELLY GORGE! GORGE! GORGE!” The troll starts smacking his belly, making it jiggle. “GORGEBELLY MUST GORGE! OM NOM NOM NOM….” Gorgebelly twists and wiggles his body as he does. “FEED ME, YOU PASS!”
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker steps up beside Reghys. "Um, if we may. We have more food for you, but it's on THAT side of the bridge. If you let us across, we will get it for you." He pauses, staring at the vacant glare from the creature, "LET US ACROSS, THEN MORE FOOD. MUCH PROMISE. TASTY FOOD."
Persuasion check? : 9
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The satyr's seductive words were enough to build a report with the troll that they weren't considered food. Gorgebelley was almost smitten. Much like a shark would have to remind themselves, Reghys friend, not food.
"Very eloquent." Ebele muses from behind T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. "Do you use that language in your contracts?" Her head tilts slightly as a smirk tugs at her lips.
"YOUUU!" Gorgebelly's arm flings round as his voice booms, pointing a long dirty finger with encrusted nails mere inches from T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's nose. There was some familiar splatter, which Ebele managed to avoid thanks to him being the shield guard. "YOU GIVE SAME DEAL LAST TIME!" It was the tiefling the troll remembered. "YOU KEEP WORD." He notes then pauses. "YOU WITH LITTLE PRETTY WORDS." He glances to Reghys then back to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. "BIG HORNY WORDS KEEPS HIS PROMISE." Gorgebelly lowers his finger. "YOU PASS NOW." Slowly, he brings himself to his feet. You could swear the bring looks like it's flexing under his weight as he lumbers aside.
"FEED ME BETTER!" He'd demand each time a team member passes this time, only adding "PLEASE." when Reghys would pass.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker smirks at Ebele....then his eyes travel up to the wrap around her eyes, and his smirk drops away, replaced with a wry look and a slight sigh. Then he quickly passes to the far side with some relief. Once they turn the first corner away from Gorgebelly, he quickly uses a bit of magic to clean himself off, making an "ew...disgusting" face, and....gagging slightly on something he flicks from his suit.
"Right, well, I've an arrangement with Gorgebelly to keep. If anyone would help me, that'd be great...." T'chal'fronack'zcinicker seems intent on fulfilling his end of the bargain, and fetching two of the dead bodies of the cultists they'd previously slain.
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”Let us stay together, lest we be ambushed while separated,” says Kerric. “We can fetch whatever bodies we deem necessary, though I would hesitate to give the troll a taste for the flesh of man. Perhaps the Nothics would be a better choice.”
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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Kerric:
”So are these more evil elemental cultists or what?” asks Kerric, “Do they know where the Dwarven Delegation is?”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
There are several conflicting thoughts in T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's mind at that exact moment. The cultists response, Kerric's question, thoughts of fight or flight....but one thought overrides all the rest despite any prevailing logic. His expressions becomes one of mild irritation and exasperation and puts both hands out to his side, looking at Morbeoth. "EXACTLY!! Right, MorBEoth. Is it so hard? T'chal'fronack'zcinicker! It's a name. Figure out how to address someone properly before you speak!! Am I right? I know you know exactly what I mean." He shakes his head, finding common ground with the cultist leading the 'class'. "I mean, if I had a copper for everytime I had to repeat my name, and then slow it down for them to make sure they get the 8 distinct syllables." Shaking his head, clearly agreeing with the cultists about how inconsiderate the rest of the world must be...he seems to take a breath.
Offhandedly he looks back at Kerric and says, "Yup....I don't know...I'll ask."
He turns back to Morbeoth, "Morbeoth, I'm wondering if you can help us, then we'll get out of your hair here. We're looking for some dwarves. A delegation. Any clues as to their whereabouts?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Morbeoth paused when the tiefling would begin agreeing with him. It was enough to hang onto the mans attention. Cold icy eyes pan from T'chal'fronack'zcinicker to the elf he looked back to before returning his stare back at the tiefling. Morbeoth's brow would pop. "Do you usually let your peons run amok?" Hearing some tapping from behind T'chal'fronack'zcinicker Morbeoth would cluck and sigh. "Get that little one and his brute to stop touching my things." He makes disgusted gestures with his hands. "Dwarven delegation is what you seek?" The man looks passed the tiefling and lets out another exasperated sigh when Berd would pick at his teeth and wipe it on a vat. "What ever nonsense you're up too, go back to Thuluna and make it her problem." He places a cold hand on T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's shoulder to encourage him to turn around and go. "I'm a busy man preparing us against those blasphemous wind lovers!" He scoffs
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker winces a bit in reply, "Right, yes, sorry about them lot." He turns his direction to Berd, "Wipe that off this instant you uncouth addlepate!"
He shrugs apologetically, "Yes, right. Thuluna of course. Just..um...which way to her again? Oh, and I have this contract here permitting evil acts within this region of the prime material plane that I really do need someone to sign on your organizations behalf. Unauthorized evil acts fly in the face of Tog'thell'marst'colomon's jurisdictional rule of this region and likely to rise his ire and the ire of those he reports to. Typically you would need to, of course, go through a lengthly application process, but you've been quite helpful pointing us towards Thuluna so I'm rather inclined to fast track your permit along with the requisite request forms with just a few simple signatures. I should point out if you do successful acquire such a permit, these um....'blasphemous wind lovers'...will be a distinctly exposed position, legally speaking, granting you yet another advantage over this otherwise outmatched group." The tiefling begins pulling some paper work out of his bag.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
The man blinks at T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. After a very long, very awkward silence of icy blue eyes staring almost down into the depths of the tieflings soul, he starts to guffaw. His laugh booms, carrying through the room. Morbeoth claps T'chal'fronack'zcinicker hard on the shoulder in his fit of amusement. “You bureaucrats crack me up…” He reaches back and snaps. The guard from the hallway and the rest of the cultists from around the table begin to move forward into the room. “It’s not like the Howling Hatred will looking to sign in when they infiltrate, now will they?” Morbeoth pops his brow. “Now meander back to that filthy room of hers next to that damned fountain and tell Thuluna where she can take her paperwork, and shove it.” He chuckles lowly, guiding the tiefling through the brewery to one of the doors to the hallway while the rest of the reavers move in to encourage the others to leave as well.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, winces as he's clapped on the shoulder. Holding a contract and pen in his hands, and with his mouth hanging awkwardly open he is guided towards one of the doors in the hallway. He tries to interrupt, but..****y makes awkward "umm" noises over and over until he reaches the door he's being guided to. "Right...um...yes...I will let her know."
Anya positions herself between Kerric and the incoming guards. She glares at them, seemingly willing to 'go along'...assuming Kerric is...but any attempt to shove, nudge, or otherwise push Kerric results in a firm finger raised into their faces along with a "Don't TOUCH him!"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks to the rest of the group, wondering if they're going to go along with this or not..ready to depart.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
Going along with the exit strategy, Kerric murmurs to Anya, “Stand down…He is telling us what we need to know while saving face in front of his students…”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
The group shuffles out into the hallway and the door closes behind them with a thud.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker tucks away his contract and pen with a dissatisfied grunt. "Well. That happened. Back to ....the fountain he said? Anyone see a fountain around here? Maybe further up the hallway?" His voice drops to a whisper, "Unless we want to, you know...sneak back in and..." he draws his finger across his throat. "Or if we just want to go rest back in the hallway for a bit." He glances at the group, snapping his fingers in front of a few of their glassy eyed faces, and then directs the question to Kerric with his gaze.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
”I think the man saw an opportunity for a potential rival to take out an enemy and artfully gave us the information we needed without losing face in front of his students. I say we follow his directions and see what we find. If he was lying to us, well, we know where to find him,” suggests Kerric.
”Do you think he was trying to set us up, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker?” asks the Elven warrior.
Insight: 21
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker shrugs, "I think, as a general rule, that everyone is trying to set us up. Perhaps that's why contracts are so attractive to me. They lay out the basic....." (as they follow the directions, he begins on a long diatribe about the benefits of contract based agreements)
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Reghys is impressed with their group. And definitely amused at the teacher. It always struck them as funny that some folk just could not see the forest for the trees and kept interpreting the world through what they already knew. WHile laughing about bureaucrats, he was clearly so tied up in his own petty rivalries that the thought seemed to never even cross him that they were here on different business. Interesting indeed.
To Kerric's question, the satyr responds: "I don't think so. He clearly hadn't realised who we were, so it stands to reason that he didn't think of us as a threat. Now, this Thuluna though... wasn't that the lady riding her shark? What kind of organisation is this, for them to be able to have petty squabbles like this? Who finances them? Any ideas, T?"
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
While the group reviews and picks apart their most recent interaction, there was a mix of observations. There was definitely a sense of rivalry amongst the ranks of the Crushing Wave Cultists. As to whether they realized who you all were, that was a little convoluted. It would appear the guard at the door who spotted the group was entirely suspicious whereas Morbeoth couldn’t be bothered with it. He didn’t see the group as a threat, but perhaps as an opportunity.
When it comes to the reference and thought of where to go, Reghys is reminded of the mermaid fountain that was in the centre of the room outside the trolls layer. So logically, Thuluna must be located at that northern door they didn’t inspect.
As T'chal'fronack'zcinicker rambles on, blindly taking a direction back, he walks into something. Like a solid part across his chest, he’s halted in his tracks. Ebele had put out her staff to stop him from carelessly approaching the bridge. “Well, I imagine you’re regretting a lack of contract with your friend here.” The monk finally breaks her silence and juts her chin towards the centre of the bridge. There sits the troll, waiting, black ink dripping from his mouth, slick from devouring the squidlike creatures they fed for temporary crossing.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stops short and glances at the situation, taking it all in. "Yes. Indeed I am. Does anyone feel like talking to our friend here, or....are we going to resort to the standard biological response to a change in the environment." He makes a stabby stabby motion.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Reghys gives a mischievous grin: "Let me try first."
Cautiously approaching the troll, the satyr beams a charming smile: "How did you enjoy that? We made sure to get it to you as fresh as possible, just like they do up north. A true delicacy really, treatment fit for a king.And as such, would your grace like to let us past the bridge?"
Reghys' words are seductive, but to you all, you notice that they haven't yet laced them with the uncanny magic that makes almost every proposition sound reasonable. It seemed that for now, the satyr was simply starting the conversation, adding just enough confusion to their enchanting words for the troll to be succeptible to whatever suggestion would follow.
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
The troll sat on his bridge, eyes watching as the satyr approaches. He scratches at his belly button. “WAS OKAY SNACK.” He grumbles. “FRESH BUT BAD TASTE.” Smacking his lips, the ink obviously dyed his mouth, lips and chin. “NAME NOT GRACE.” Successfully pulling some lint out, he flicks it. “NAME GORGEBELLY!” He huffs. “GORGEBELLY GORGE! GORGE! GORGE!” The troll starts smacking his belly, making it jiggle. “GORGEBELLY MUST GORGE! OM NOM NOM NOM….” Gorgebelly twists and wiggles his body as he does. “FEED ME, YOU PASS!”
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker steps up beside Reghys. "Um, if we may. We have more food for you, but it's on THAT side of the bridge. If you let us across, we will get it for you." He pauses, staring at the vacant glare from the creature, "LET US ACROSS, THEN MORE FOOD. MUCH PROMISE. TASTY FOOD."
Persuasion check? : 9
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
The satyr's seductive words were enough to build a report with the troll that they weren't considered food. Gorgebelley was almost smitten. Much like a shark would have to remind themselves, Reghys friend, not food.
"Very eloquent." Ebele muses from behind T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. "Do you use that language in your contracts?" Her head tilts slightly as a smirk tugs at her lips.
"YOUUU!" Gorgebelly's arm flings round as his voice booms, pointing a long dirty finger with encrusted nails mere inches from T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's nose. There was some familiar splatter, which Ebele managed to avoid thanks to him being the shield guard. "YOU GIVE SAME DEAL LAST TIME!" It was the tiefling the troll remembered. "YOU KEEP WORD." He notes then pauses. "YOU WITH LITTLE PRETTY WORDS." He glances to Reghys then back to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. "BIG HORNY WORDS KEEPS HIS PROMISE." Gorgebelly lowers his finger. "YOU PASS NOW." Slowly, he brings himself to his feet. You could swear the bring looks like it's flexing under his weight as he lumbers aside.
"FEED ME BETTER!" He'd demand each time a team member passes this time, only adding "PLEASE." when Reghys would pass.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker smirks at Ebele....then his eyes travel up to the wrap around her eyes, and his smirk drops away, replaced with a wry look and a slight sigh. Then he quickly passes to the far side with some relief. Once they turn the first corner away from Gorgebelly, he quickly uses a bit of magic to clean himself off, making an "ew...disgusting" face, and....gagging slightly on something he flicks from his suit.
"Right, well, I've an arrangement with Gorgebelly to keep. If anyone would help me, that'd be great...." T'chal'fronack'zcinicker seems intent on fulfilling his end of the bargain, and fetching two of the dead bodies of the cultists they'd previously slain.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
”Let us stay together, lest we be ambushed while separated,” says Kerric. “We can fetch whatever bodies we deem necessary, though I would hesitate to give the troll a taste for the flesh of man. Perhaps the Nothics would be a better choice.”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"