Kerric’s senses were dampened by the fog. He’s unable to really make anything out besides his companion’s own footsteps. However, Flux’s natural affinity for moist spaces works in their favour. The man navigates the space as if it were a clear sunny say amongst landlubbers. He easily steers Kerric away from Bearlewin’s tracks and towards some that didn’t belong to them. Flux didn’t see any of the classic signs of dwarves coming through here. What he found were lizard folk tracks pathing through to the northwest passage.
"Well I'll be a sahaugin's uncle! Seems there be some lizard folks about boys and girls."Flux notes aloud and points out the scratched flooring marking their passage to all. "Doubt the be know'n much about our missing dwarves. But if we be seeking to remove a future obstacle and depriving dem cultist of some more meat shields, then I be hope'n all are aboard. Otherwise, maybe we be trying that more western path and be seeing what we be see'n more... Personally, I say lizardfolk, but-..."He shrugs. "Up to you all."
Xalkas shrugs and looks a little out of sorts from the foul smell that was recently encountered. But he’s up for dealing with some lizard folk. Assuming of course that they are in league with the cultists in some way.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stands there in the mist...feeling rather slimy and moist and generally not very happy. Moisture did all sorts of nasty things to records...really the antithesis of a proper filing and records system. As Flux notes their options...he walks towards the Eastern tunnel, and looks back to Flux...."Lizard folk this way you say?" If he gets affirmation, he nods and then walks that way, again casually, as if he came here every morning on his way to work.
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"As Valkner as my witness this most certainly be their tracks."Flux further assured the tiefling, and soon found himself looking wide-eyed in surprise. And if after he sees noone else try to stop T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, or in fact even moved to follow, the water genasi snorts in amusement before joining the train at the very back end of the group with war hammer in hand. "Don't stop me now~ I having such a good time~"He started to softly sing on the way before trailing off into a hum, and then silence altogether if anyone gives him a funny look.
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Ebele could feel her hair begin to frizz and become wild and unruly from the humidity. It made her light clothes cling and stick to her body. A part of her understood T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's discomfort. At least the matter of whether she could see in the mist or not was pretty irrelevant. "Coming?" Ebele would reach back for Kerric and Bearlewin. "You know what happens when our tiefling enters a room on a mission...".
When the rest of the group moves along to keep up with T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, he strides on through the northwestern rough rock passage. For those who could see some through the fog, there was a diffused glow of weird, phosphorescent lichen — a side effect of the strange magical properties of the area — which provides dim light, just barely visible in the passage.The walls slope together unevenly to meet at an angle about 15 feet above the floor. However as the group winds a bend about fifty feet in, it slopes down into a dank cavern area with a lower ceiling of 10 feet above the ground.
Inside there sits a large lizardfolk in a big stone bench surrounded by dozens of humanoid skulls stands against the northwest wall of this dank cavern. In the middle of the room, hot coals glow in a fire pit, while crude nests of moss and mud are heaped here and there. A hunched shaman lizardfolk stands at the leader's side speaking in their mother tongue to the eight lizardfolk warriors which surround them.
Tearing himself away from studying the intricacies of the admittedly quite unremarkable trident, Kerric follows T as he moves on, though he asks, “If the Dwarven delegation was not brought this way, perhaps we should seek another path to….”
Falling silent as he sees the rather full tool of Lizardfolk, he whispers back to Ebele, “Looks like the Lizardfolk lair…Do you think they are in league with the demon and the cultists, or perhaps imprisoned here by them?”
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ebele strains her hearing to listen, but she doesn't understand draconic. Then between the echoing of the cavernous space and the waterfall around the corner, she honestly could barely hear anything. "Not being able to see them, I can't say for certain." The blindfolded monk admits to Kerric. "But it's logical with the stairs to the cultist layer being so near?"
(Rolled 8 Perception in game log)
Those with significantly better eyesight (Perception 10) would be able to recognize the same weapons and markings on their equipment as the lizardfolk they liberated Flux from. Also, those who were fluent, or at least understand draconic, and cared to listen, would be able to determine that the Lizardfolk were called the Blackmaw and actually planning to stage a coup to gain leadership of the Temple of the Crushing Wave.
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Kerric Perception: 6
Noting the markings and equipment of the lizardfolk, Kerric turns and quietly says to Flux, "These creatures bear the same markings as those you described as abducting you. What would you have us do?"
"Shh shh! Hold on..."Is Flux reply as he eventually felt the need to cup a hand about the ear, straining to catch a few more words. "... Oh for bloody sake... eh... well, Normally I'd say we aughta bloody well keelhaul the scaled bastards. Proverbially speaking, of course. But seems they be blessed by Tymora this day, as they've got the itch to do a bit of rebelling themselves." He quietly assured the group, only to quickly raising halting finger.
"That is, if only to be gaining the leadership of the Temple of the Crushing Waves. Which means if we play our cards right, then depending on which temple they be meaning, we could use the lot to help **** up the rest." He explained quietly to the group in Common. "Just need to be prepared afterwards to deal with them if that be the route we go. Which personally... I'mma a little fond of the sorta chaos we could stoke with their aid."
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Backing off and listening to Flux, Kerric says, “Well, I think we might have already dealt with the cultist high priest, but I’m up for letting them cause some havoc up there if we can be sure they don’t take charge and make the cult worse than before.”
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ebele nods in understanding to Flux’s and Kerric’s points. However, would that satisfy their tiefling’s ‘business’? Does someone need to go get him before he ‘makes it to work’?
Lewin shifts back from bear form. He touches the tieflling on the shoulder before he gets too far. "Mind I remind you, all of you, that we can see quite far in the dark for the next hour, and could observe this group longer before deciding to parley or attack them?"
Flux scoffs and shakes his head. "Better it be now 'fore they've worked out the details of their little plan, tall one. 'cause from what I be reckoning and hearing of there ilk, once they're mind is made up, you'd have an easier time cracking a dwarf skull open with a pebble than you would be changing their course wants it be set." He said. "Plus, with us chumming the waters with these whispers and shifting is bound to grab there notice 'fore long anyhow."
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker seemed ready to proceed, and then stops, looking back at the bear now behind him, jumping slightly. Then he points to Flux, "Yes, quite right, I agree. Let's deal with them now while we can affect their plans. Your Draconic seems much closer to the local dialect, I suggest you proceed to negotiate with said creatures. You may share some...affinity to them after all. Please note though that once we've struck an accord, I'll still require the appropriate signatures on the contract." He pulls out a piece of paper, and a pen, and gets ready to start writing down the details of any agreement.
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Flux snorts. "In this instance my fiend blooded, uh, compatriot-..."He says quietly and makes an air quotes, before then shrugging and carries on, "I wouldn't be bothering with such. You'd be having an easier time convincing the sun itself to sign one than you would any of them scaled bastards... at least from what little I know of'em. But an informal and temporary alliance aught yet be possible. If nothing else, mayhaps I even be convincing them to show us around down here. Or... mayhaps they be thinking I'm a spy or official they be needing to get rid of first, least there plans be leaked." Flux grins and shrugs.
"Either way, best we be getting this show on the road. A bit of a show of force wouldn't be bad, but I'd be leaving it to you lot sort out who be revealing themselves with me and not. So, unless there be any other objections..." Flux pauses there to regard the group, though his eyes lingers the longest on Lewin. And if noone has any other strong objections or mini-plans they may wish to act upon, Flux places a hand to his chest and utters a soft prayer for Valkner to watch out for a bit on him before casually makin ghis way into the lizardfolk layer and announce himself in draconic.
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(@RKmobius yes Lewin would recognize them as the same clan which were apart of his capture and imprisonment as well.)
After further discussion, it appears to be decided. Flux would lead the way with Kerric ready to come to his defense should anything go awry. Ebele too decides to remain behind in the shadows.
Bolstered by his quick prayer to Valkner, Flux swaggers up into the lizards den.
The sound of wet, soggy, moist footsteps fill the chamber, choking out the sound of the hot crackling coals of the firepit which glows in the center of this audience. All chatter stops and every head in the room turns to see a water genasi boldly enter their layer. The large lizardfolk which sat on the big stone bench surrounded by dozens of humanoid skulls stands. The hunched shaman lizardfolk next to him taps his staff and the remaining lizardfolk rise from their crude nests of moss and mud. They draw their weapons in preparation for their leader's orders.
"Brash." The leader hisses in their mother tongue with a raised a hand. "What boldly bringsss you to our abode!"
Lewin also hangs back, quietly informing Ebele what he remembers from his abduction and detention. He still does not know why he was taken. He listens to the coming conversation.
"Though I might be finding myself eating my own words later, one must be bold if they are to accomplish anything, my scaled compatriot."Flux hissed back in a slightly more refined but nevertheless gutteral Draconic. "Something you understand well if my ears didn't decieve me earlier." He admits frankly and without so much as reaching for a weapon. However, he still wore his shield, and apart of his thoughts were never far from a spell or two that might help in a pinch.
"And if they hadn't, mayhaps we can help each other out."He holds up a hand in a halting gesture. "But don't get me wrong. You and yours are clearly strong. But a wise one such as you knows well that there is strength in greater numbers. And I have others at my beck 'n call that can prove useful. All I desire in exchange for an... 'alliance', is to keep the heart of the current leader, as well as any dwarves they may have as prisoners. Alive. And then me and mines be allowed to depart without further fuss. Leave'n you, Blackmaw, in charge of the Crushing Wave... but with me and mines at your service again, if you should need it."
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Kerric’s senses were dampened by the fog. He’s unable to really make anything out besides his companion’s own footsteps. However, Flux’s natural affinity for moist spaces works in their favour. The man navigates the space as if it were a clear sunny say amongst landlubbers. He easily steers Kerric away from Bearlewin’s tracks and towards some that didn’t belong to them. Flux didn’t see any of the classic signs of dwarves coming through here. What he found were lizard folk tracks pathing through to the northwest passage.
just an unstable unicorn.
"Well I'll be a sahaugin's uncle! Seems there be some lizard folks about boys and girls." Flux notes aloud and points out the scratched flooring marking their passage to all. "Doubt the be know'n much about our missing dwarves. But if we be seeking to remove a future obstacle and depriving dem cultist of some more meat shields, then I be hope'n all are aboard. Otherwise, maybe we be trying that more western path and be seeing what we be see'n more... Personally, I say lizardfolk, but-..." He shrugs. "Up to you all."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Xalkas shrugs and looks a little out of sorts from the foul smell that was recently encountered. But he’s up for dealing with some lizard folk. Assuming of course that they are in league with the cultists in some way.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stands there in the mist...feeling rather slimy and moist and generally not very happy. Moisture did all sorts of nasty things to records...really the antithesis of a proper filing and records system. As Flux notes their options...he walks towards the Eastern tunnel, and looks back to Flux...."Lizard folk this way you say?" If he gets affirmation, he nods and then walks that way, again casually, as if he came here every morning on his way to work.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"As Valkner as my witness this most certainly be their tracks." Flux further assured the tiefling, and soon found himself looking wide-eyed in surprise. And if after he sees noone else try to stop T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, or in fact even moved to follow, the water genasi snorts in amusement before joining the train at the very back end of the group with war hammer in hand. "Don't stop me now~ I having such a good time~" He started to softly sing on the way before trailing off into a hum, and then silence altogether if anyone gives him a funny look.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Ebele could feel her hair begin to frizz and become wild and unruly from the humidity. It made her light clothes cling and stick to her body. A part of her understood T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's discomfort. At least the matter of whether she could see in the mist or not was pretty irrelevant. "Coming?" Ebele would reach back for Kerric and Bearlewin. "You know what happens when our tiefling enters a room on a mission...".
When the rest of the group moves along to keep up with T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, he strides on through the northwestern rough rock passage. For those who could see some through the fog, there was a diffused glow of weird, phosphorescent lichen — a side effect of the strange magical properties of the area — which provides dim light, just barely visible in the passage.The walls slope together unevenly to meet at an angle about 15 feet above the floor. However as the group winds a bend about fifty feet in, it slopes down into a dank cavern area with a lower ceiling of 10 feet above the ground.
Inside there sits a large lizardfolk in a big stone bench surrounded by dozens of humanoid skulls stands against the northwest wall of this dank cavern. In the middle of the room, hot coals glow in a fire pit, while crude nests of moss and mud are heaped here and there. A hunched shaman lizardfolk stands at the leader's side speaking in their mother tongue to the eight lizardfolk warriors which surround them.
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric:
Tearing himself away from studying the intricacies of the admittedly quite unremarkable trident, Kerric follows T as he moves on, though he asks, “If the Dwarven delegation was not brought this way, perhaps we should seek another path to….”
Falling silent as he sees the rather full tool of Lizardfolk, he whispers back to Ebele, “Looks like the Lizardfolk lair…Do you think they are in league with the demon and the cultists, or perhaps imprisoned here by them?”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ebele strains her hearing to listen, but she doesn't understand draconic. Then between the echoing of the cavernous space and the waterfall around the corner, she honestly could barely hear anything. "Not being able to see them, I can't say for certain." The blindfolded monk admits to Kerric. "But it's logical with the stairs to the cultist layer being so near?"
(Rolled 8 Perception in game log)
Those with significantly better eyesight (Perception 10) would be able to recognize the same weapons and markings on their equipment as the lizardfolk they liberated Flux from. Also, those who were fluent, or at least understand draconic, and cared to listen, would be able to determine that the Lizardfolk were called the Blackmaw and actually planning to stage a coup to gain leadership of the Temple of the Crushing Wave.
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric Perception: 6
Noting the markings and equipment of the lizardfolk, Kerric turns and quietly says to Flux, "These creatures bear the same markings as those you described as abducting you. What would you have us do?"
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
(OOC: Ngl. Totally forgot Flux understood draconic. xD)
"Shh shh! Hold on..." Is Flux reply as he eventually felt the need to cup a hand about the ear, straining to catch a few more words. "... Oh for bloody sake... eh... well, Normally I'd say we aughta bloody well keelhaul the scaled bastards. Proverbially speaking, of course. But seems they be blessed by Tymora this day, as they've got the itch to do a bit of rebelling themselves." He quietly assured the group, only to quickly raising halting finger.
"That is, if only to be gaining the leadership of the Temple of the Crushing Waves. Which means if we play our cards right, then depending on which temple they be meaning, we could use the lot to help **** up the rest." He explained quietly to the group in Common. "Just need to be prepared afterwards to deal with them if that be the route we go. Which personally... I'mma a little fond of the sorta chaos we could stoke with their aid."
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Kerric:
Backing off and listening to Flux, Kerric says, “Well, I think we might have already dealt with the cultist high priest, but I’m up for letting them cause some havoc up there if we can be sure they don’t take charge and make the cult worse than before.”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ebele nods in understanding to Flux’s and Kerric’s points. However, would that satisfy their tiefling’s ‘business’? Does someone need to go get him before he ‘makes it to work’?
just an unstable unicorn.
Lewin shifts back from bear form. He touches the tieflling on the shoulder before he gets too far. "Mind I remind you, all of you, that we can see quite far in the dark for the next hour, and could observe this group longer before deciding to parley or attack them?"
(Was Lewin abducted by similar groups?)
Flux scoffs and shakes his head. "Better it be now 'fore they've worked out the details of their little plan, tall one. 'cause from what I be reckoning and hearing of there ilk, once they're mind is made up, you'd have an easier time cracking a dwarf skull open with a pebble than you would be changing their course wants it be set." He said. "Plus, with us chumming the waters with these whispers and shifting is bound to grab there notice 'fore long anyhow."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker seemed ready to proceed, and then stops, looking back at the bear now behind him, jumping slightly. Then he points to Flux, "Yes, quite right, I agree. Let's deal with them now while we can affect their plans. Your Draconic seems much closer to the local dialect, I suggest you proceed to negotiate with said creatures. You may share some...affinity to them after all. Please note though that once we've struck an accord, I'll still require the appropriate signatures on the contract." He pulls out a piece of paper, and a pen, and gets ready to start writing down the details of any agreement.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Flux snorts. "In this instance my fiend blooded, uh, compatriot-..." He says quietly and makes an air quotes, before then shrugging and carries on, "I wouldn't be bothering with such. You'd be having an easier time convincing the sun itself to sign one than you would any of them scaled bastards... at least from what little I know of'em. But an informal and temporary alliance aught yet be possible. If nothing else, mayhaps I even be convincing them to show us around down here. Or... mayhaps they be thinking I'm a spy or official they be needing to get rid of first, least there plans be leaked." Flux grins and shrugs.
"Either way, best we be getting this show on the road. A bit of a show of force wouldn't be bad, but I'd be leaving it to you lot sort out who be revealing themselves with me and not. So, unless there be any other objections..." Flux pauses there to regard the group, though his eyes lingers the longest on Lewin. And if noone has any other strong objections or mini-plans they may wish to act upon, Flux places a hand to his chest and utters a soft prayer for Valkner to watch out for a bit on him before casually makin ghis way into the lizardfolk layer and announce himself in draconic.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Kerric:
”If you wish a show of force, I will walk in with you,” offers Kerric, “though I won’t be able to follow your conversation.”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
(@RKmobius yes Lewin would recognize them as the same clan which were apart of his capture and imprisonment as well.)
After further discussion, it appears to be decided. Flux would lead the way with Kerric ready to come to his defense should anything go awry. Ebele too decides to remain behind in the shadows.
Bolstered by his quick prayer to Valkner, Flux swaggers up into the lizards den.
The sound of wet, soggy, moist footsteps fill the chamber, choking out the sound of the hot crackling coals of the firepit which glows in the center of this audience. All chatter stops and every head in the room turns to see a water genasi boldly enter their layer. The large lizardfolk which sat on the big stone bench surrounded by dozens of humanoid skulls stands. The hunched shaman lizardfolk next to him taps his staff and the remaining lizardfolk rise from their crude nests of moss and mud. They draw their weapons in preparation for their leader's orders.
"Brash." The leader hisses in their mother tongue with a raised a hand. "What boldly bringsss you to our abode!"
just an unstable unicorn.
Lewin also hangs back, quietly informing Ebele what he remembers from his abduction and detention. He still does not know why he was taken. He listens to the coming conversation.
"Though I might be finding myself eating my own words later, one must be bold if they are to accomplish anything, my scaled compatriot." Flux hissed back in a slightly more refined but nevertheless gutteral Draconic. "Something you understand well if my ears didn't decieve me earlier." He admits frankly and without so much as reaching for a weapon. However, he still wore his shield, and apart of his thoughts were never far from a spell or two that might help in a pinch.
"And if they hadn't, mayhaps we can help each other out." He holds up a hand in a halting gesture. "But don't get me wrong. You and yours are clearly strong. But a wise one such as you knows well that there is strength in greater numbers. And I have others at my beck 'n call that can prove useful. All I desire in exchange for an... 'alliance', is to keep the heart of the current leader, as well as any dwarves they may have as prisoners. Alive. And then me and mines be allowed to depart without further fuss. Leave'n you, Blackmaw, in charge of the Crushing Wave... but with me and mines at your service again, if you should need it."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.