"Well, you back with the living. In more ways then one." Elelyel holds out her hand to the druid. "You're in Lowtown. This ship was under mutiny when you boarded it, but the rightful captain has reclaimed it. Name's Elelyel. Might be best for you to come on land, get your travelin' arranged. Maybe come to the dinner, they're giving us. At a temple, believe you have as much right to it as any. Not sure whose temple it is, however."
OOC: uuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhh...........that pun is bad and you should feel bad; anywho, i sent you a pm with my primary question; and is session 2 gonna start with the dinner or the morning after?
DMOOC: session 2 is live as of the intro concert scene, probably last around a week again, maybe a little faster now that I'm getting better at working this website, lol.
Koric looks to Jhoni for confirmation that the price for the pork is acceptable (( I assume it's actually a good price )), and takes the money saying, "Thank you, it's a pleasure doing business with you. If you do happen to find someone with a taste for the best salted herring in the nine seas, send them to our ship!"
With that he spends the remainder of his downtime getting a feel for the city, its layout and important locations.
(( I assume the 50gp split 5 ways, so 10gp each ))
(( DOM Question: did the money from the sailors include their gear? Koric would collect/sell their weapons if that was an option! ))
Koric looks to Jhoni for confirmation that the price for the pork is acceptable (( I assume it's actually a good price )), and takes the money saying, "Thank you, it's a pleasure doing business with you. If you do happen to find someone with a taste for the best salted herring in the nine seas, send them to our ship!"
With that he spends the remainder of his downtime getting a feel for the city, its layout and important locations.
(( I assume the 50gp split 5 ways, so 10gp each ))
(( DOM Question: did the money from the sailors include their gear? Koric would collect/sell their weapons if that was an option! ))
other than the arqubuses, there weren't any weapons worth salvaging, the rapiers the pirates had were rusted and chipped, you doubt any merchant would want them. There also did not appear to be any more gunpowder on board, leading you to believe the arquebus were all preloaded at some other location before being brought on the ship.
Koric stands, glass raised in hand, "A toast to our generous host, Mool. May the joy of this gathering be reflected in the successes and prosperity of the House of Mool, and the people of this fair town."
Still smiling, he waits for the toast to complete -- and any subsequent toasts -- then says, "Much as it pains me to drag the tardy events of the day into such a joyous occasion, I admit to a level of apprehension when it comes to dragons. Speaking for myself, and I am sure many of my companions, we would like to help. What can you tell us of the attack, the events that led to the attack, and of the creature itself?"
"Well, you back with the living. In more ways then one." Elelyel holds out her hand to the druid. "You're in Lowtown. This ship was under mutiny when you boarded it, but the rightful captain has reclaimed it. Name's Elelyel. Might be best for you to come on land, get your travelin' arranged. Maybe come to the dinner, they're giving us. At a temple, believe you have as much right to it as any. Not sure whose temple it is, however."
The last three weeks had been a blur of excitement, fear, ecstatic joy, despair, and now blooming into a bit of hope once more. His head had still been swimming a bit, rather ashamed of having been tricked and because of it viewing these Faerun natives with even more scorn and distrust. Elelyel looked upon the rather diminutive man, standing only 4' 10" with very little meat on his bones. What skin was visible beneath the dinosaur leather hide he wore was tattooed intricately, claws which stretch down each of the back of his fingers. His upper and lower lip seem to have serrated teeth in stark contrast with his lightly tanned skin. His Juniper green eyes look the elf up and down, sniffing the air deeply before nodding slowly "Greetings, Elelyel of Lowtown. I am Tanogar of the Olap Tribe. Lead me to this.....dinner." Unsure what the term meant but it sounded quite a bit better than the trick which had been played upon him.
Koric stands, glass raised in hand, "A toast to our generous host, Mool. May the joy of this gathering be reflected in the successes and prosperity of the House of Mool, and the people of this fair town."
Still smiling, he waits for the toast to complete -- and any subsequent toasts -- then says, "Much as it pains me to drag the tardy events of the day into such a joyous occasion, I admit to a level of apprehension when it comes to dragons. Speaking for myself, and I am sure many of my companions, we would like to help. What can you tell us of the attack, the events that led to the attack, and of the creature itself?"
"I agree, a toast for our host, may the fields of this people be plentiful, and never fall fallow.
Tegid then pauses, "I too would like to assist where possible, not only would I like to see this Mallifax brought to justice, I would be willing to assist with this dragon problem your people are facing." Tegid looks at Koric, and gives a nod in support of his notions
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Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
(OOC I have a question? Is Mallus still at the north gate? Apologies, sometimes I find it hard to keep track of the campaign with so many people posting sometimes.)
Nivlen raises his cup in toast but he doesn’t appear to share in the same joy as the rest of the gathering. Those who have been noticing throughout the evening would have seen this gruff looking halfling go from fairly social to more and more isolated. Those that greeted him early on were likely to have received a smile in return but as the feast wore on he appeared to stop enjoying the food and drink. It seemed that the noise of the feast was irritating and that even the clinking of his own chainmail was causing him distress. Although he was very much present in the room and his eyes were taking in all of the comings and goings of diners and servers, his own body language was making him appear smaller and more still. With the feasting coming to an end and the talk directing towards a mission, he seems to be coming out of his funk.
Mool smiles at your kind words and raises his ale flagon.
"And a toast on behalf of the city of Androll to all of you. Without you, there would most likely be no merriment this week, those three girls mean the world to their father, whom is a close friend of mine. As a matter of fact, he gave me something for each of you, told me he worked all afternoon scribing them."
Mool reaches under his seat and pulls out a small wooden box. He places it upon the table and opens the lid. Reaching inside, he lift out an armload of rolled scrolls on plain parchment, very unassuming in design.
"These should be of some assistance to you, if indeed it is the dragon Dagurashibanipal we are dealing with, I fear you will need these and more. The dragons breath is extremely poisonous, these will offer you some protection against it."
He passes the scrolls out, one to each of you.
<scroll of protection from dragons. For 24 hours, gives advantage on ALL saving throws against any attack originating from a dragon, halves all damage dealt by dragons. Makes the user taste terrible.>
Looking at Tegid, he says," you mentioned Mallifax a moment ago, but you needn't worry about him. He is safely locked in the Temple Jail with the one bandit you captured in the woods, and only our jailer has the key to his cell. No doubt he had nefarious plans for those girls. He will be brought up on charges after the end of the festival, he can sit and rot til then."
Reaching into the box again, he pulls out the dagger with the strange dragon symbol etched on it.
"This," he continues," is the dagger we found pinning the ransom note to the door. Our town librarian did me the service of identifying the mark for me this morning, she tells me it is the mark of the Zhentarim." He pauses,a grave look on his normally cheerful face.
"I pray that Mallifax and his band of thugs are not involved with the Zhents, but I fear that is most likely the case. The Zhentarim are a powerful group of Merchants and Mercenaries that control much of the trade of black market goods and the slave trade. They have been known in the past to steal young folk from their homes in the night and sell them to the races of the underdark as slaves or even as a food source. Perhaps Mallifax or his cronies had merely lucked into finding this dagger, but more likely it was a warning. A warning not to try to save the girls, or risk the fury of the Zhents. Mallifax himself has yet to say a word since his capture, most likely for fear of retribution from his employer. Perhaps one or two of you might try to see if you can break his silence, i have no stomach for interrogation, myself."
Mool sighs and turns to look into the fire place , and continues to speak. As far as our dragon problem goes, the first problem we have is that we have no idea where the beast came from, nor where it's lair is. Of course, our priority should be to keep the people of this town safe from any further attacks from the sky, so we need a plan of defense against the beast should he attack the town proper this time. I am hoping that you can help us with this, perhaps we can come up with a trap of some sort as well, if we can bring the beast to the ground we'll have a better chance of slaying it.
Spinning back quickly to face you, Mool smiles again at you all, the severity disappearing from his face. "One thing we do have," he exclaims pointedly, "is the weapon Androll used to drive the damn beast away last time. It resides in the basement of this very temple, if i remember correctly, Androll referred to it as Mib, though I dunno where or how he got the name of the thing. The story he told me about personally was that during his battle with the beast, he had grabbed the weapon by accident he had luckily grabbed onto what he believed to be a crossbow and fired at the beast. He never really seemed too keen on the thing though, I think a weapon so powerful scared him a bit, to be honest. Thats why he insisted we hide it away in the Vaults below the temple, that it would never fall into the wrong hands. I think, my fine folks, we finally must retrieve this weapon from the vault, to be ready for the Wyrm the next time he shows his ugly face...there's only one problem. I'm quite sure Androll has trapped the vault the weapon is stored in, and most likely a good chunk of the basement as well is guarded against intrusion by powerful golems Androll commisioned.. I don't think I'd make to Mib before I was mistaken for a common theif and cut down.
What say you, will you retrieve Mib for u?, if you do the weapon is yours to command til our job is done."
He looks around to see who will answer him first, if at all.
Koric listens to Mool's words, his focus becoming even more keen at the mention of the Zhentarim -- there is no love lost there; for a time he considers the possibility of questioning the Zhentarim agent, but decides a day or two in captivity might serve to weaken his will somewhat.
At the mention of taking on the dragon, he frowns, and glances around the room. I doubt anyone here can survive a dragon, much less a dragon that has fought a hero of old, he thinks. His attention is brought back to Mool by the mention of the weapon and the vaults. After a time, he clears his throat to speak.
"I fear, my lord, that defeating a dragon is beyond the skills of one such as I. But, retrieving this weapon -- Mib -- well, that might be more achieveable. Of course, I would hope for a few brave companions on such an adventure", once again he looks around the table, his gaze first settling on the barbarian Elelyel and his other recent companions, before moving to encompass the other diners.
Finally he turns back to Mool," Perhaps you can tell us more of these Vaults?"
Righteousness seems hesitant at first, but then gathers his courage. "Compatriots, I had held my peace during the dinner, for fear of warning you away, but now that we are on to business, I have found something that would be vital to us and our venture." he takes the tome from his pack, places it on the open spot of the table that had held nothing on it, and opened it to the section on green dragons. "I read this, and encourage you to read what is there of our foe; I noticed the end pages of that section were missing, torn out. Ser Mool, do you know of this tome, and if so, who read it last from the library?"
now at the library, do i roll int or wis with regards to green dragons? screw it, roll all again
perception: 16
nature: 12
investigation: 6
insight: 16
history: 19
DMOOC ill have the book you're reading posted in just a couple minutes, its going to have a bunch of screens hots, sorry its gonna be big., lol
take your time.
The last few pages of the book have been torn out, forever obscuring any further knowledge it may have once shared...you wonder if Androll himself may have once held this book. Perhaps he still holds the missing pages?
Nivlen clears his throat and meekly begins, “I have but little skill in getting an unwilling person to talk, but I will offer my services to detect the veracity of answers drawn out. I have no doubt that I am in the presence of those whose skill at this far outweigh my own,” as he motions to all in the hall, “but I am willing to listen, if needed.”
He continues, “And I will certainly aid in the retrieval of Mib with whatever strength and talents I have to offer.” After speaking he retrieves his flagon and stares into its contents for a moment before hesitantly bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.
After following Elelyel to this feast and hearing all that was said, Tanogar sniffed at the food and cups suspiciously while largely not paying attention to the details. In part because he had no clue about these factions or their relevancy to anything, but mostly due to believing this to be no dragon. The tribal druid stands and says to whomever it may pertain to "I pledge my services to find out the happenings of what is going on. I have not yet completed the Rite of Consumption, but I can aid with my limited magics in combat or extracting information." Not bothering to explain exactly what that means as to him this statement made a fair deal more sense than the nonsense these main-landers had been spewing.
(OOC: I'm good to go wherever if a group is unbalanced, if not then I can tag along with the people finding the weapon.)
Tlak-Shik will ask around for anyone who studies philosophy and plays dragonchess. If he finds some one, he will engage them in some friendly play and no-holds-barred philosophical battle on the concept of 'being'. One of his more curious questions concern whether or not the sparks in the night sky have 'being' and if so, how their 'being' relates to one such as his interlocutor and himself. "How does you 'being' differ from mine? Would a dragon have a sense of 'being'? And if so, do you think it could discuss the subject?"
WIS 15
Well, it seems the game is at least interesting.
He will also ask questions about the events surrounding the dragon attack.
Most of the towns folk have by now heard the tale of this morning's heroic rescue of the cleric's daughters, so some of the stigma you recieve from elves and humans has subsided, and though many people have trouble understanding the full extent of your psionic communication, one young spectacle wearing elven lady wearing her hair in a pony tail introduces herself as the town librarian quite clearly responding to your thoughts. She relates to you that she spent time in the deserts to the east when she was studying her craft, she specialized in the ecology of aggressive creatures and humanoids, including the Thri Kreen. She then realizes that you may find that offensive, and she quickly and nervously adds that she didn't mean to generalize about your species, she met several very honorable warriors amongst one group who had taught her how to understand the odd emotion driven language you use. She does happen to know Dragon chess, and leads you to a park with tables set out for the purpose of the game. She produces a small jade chess set from her bag, and commences to play: (contested wis roll at +3)5
While you play, she offers to answer any questions you have about the surrounding area and the events. What would you like to know?
Tlak-Shik will begin his discussions with general questions of Androll's Rock, its history and its commerce with neighbors and who they are. He will progress to the events of the dragon's first appearance (the first event) trying to get a feel for what the dragon did; how it behaved, what it seemed to want, etc.
Then he continues with regard to the present situation.
"Pardon my intrusion on your mind, but my spoken words can be confusing and this is not desired, at the moment. I am a hunter and would know of the dragon as prey; what it eats, does it hunt in Androll's Rock and what does it hunt. Do you know of any vulnerabilities that it might have, known or speculative."
"Moving nice 'tlac' you do, good very," He says aloud.
"Do you know of tales relating successful dragon hunts or combats? How were they defeated? If you know of no tales, do you know of any in Androll's Rock who do, or might? What about things a, green dragon, is it?, are not affected by, weapons, spells, that sort of thing? What of their vulnerabilities? Do you know of this dragons lair, even rumors? How long has it been savaging Androll's Rock and surrounds? Could any who have a grudge against Androll's Rock, or someone who lives here or is important, someone for whom summoning a dragon might be possible? Lastly, who is wisest in Androll's Rock?"
After following Elelyel to this feast and hearing all that was said, Tanogar sniffed at the food and cups suspiciously while largely not paying attention to the details. In part because he had no clue about these factions or their relevancy to anything, but mostly due to believing this to be no dragon. The tribal druid stands and says to whomever it may pertain to "I pledge my services to find out the happenings of what is going on. I have not yet completed the Rite of Consumption, but I can aid with my limited magics in combat or extracting information." Not bothering to explain exactly what that means as to him this statement made a fair deal more sense than the nonsense these main-landers had been spewing.
(OOC: I'm good to go wherever if a group is unbalanced, if not then I can tag along with the people finding the weapon.)
Tegid looks over to Tongar,, recognising a brother druid, "Well met brother, have you travelled far?"
Looking at the rest of the group, "Well, I am more trained in the lore of the land rather than the martial arts, but I will help where required."
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Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
"Well, you back with the living. In more ways then one." Elelyel holds out her hand to the druid. "You're in Lowtown. This ship was under mutiny when you boarded it, but the rightful captain has reclaimed it. Name's Elelyel. Might be best for you to come on land, get your travelin' arranged. Maybe come to the dinner, they're giving us. At a temple, believe you have as much right to it as any. Not sure whose temple it is, however."
DMOOC: session 2 is live as of the intro concert scene, probably last around a week again, maybe a little faster now that I'm getting better at working this website, lol.
[[ Koric, retcon ]]
Koric looks to Jhoni for confirmation that the price for the pork is acceptable (( I assume it's actually a good price )), and takes the money saying, "Thank you, it's a pleasure doing business with you. If you do happen to find someone with a taste for the best salted herring in the nine seas, send them to our ship!"
With that he spends the remainder of his downtime getting a feel for the city, its layout and important locations.
(( I assume the 50gp split 5 ways, so 10gp each ))
(( DOM Question: did the money from the sailors include their gear? Koric would collect/sell their weapons if that was an option! ))
other than the arqubuses, there weren't any weapons worth salvaging, the rapiers the pirates had were rusted and chipped, you doubt any merchant would want them. There also did not appear to be any more gunpowder on board, leading you to believe the arquebus were all preloaded at some other location before being brought on the ship.
(( To start the ball rolling ))
Koric stands, glass raised in hand, "A toast to our generous host, Mool. May the joy of this gathering be reflected in the successes and prosperity of the House of Mool, and the people of this fair town."
Still smiling, he waits for the toast to complete -- and any subsequent toasts -- then says, "Much as it pains me to drag the tardy events of the day into such a joyous occasion, I admit to a level of apprehension when it comes to dragons. Speaking for myself, and I am sure many of my companions, we would like to help. What can you tell us of the attack, the events that led to the attack, and of the creature itself?"
(apologies if the formatting is a bit bleh, haven't used the quote thing before)
"Well, you back with the living. In more ways then one." Elelyel holds out her hand to the druid. "You're in Lowtown. This ship was under mutiny when you boarded it, but the rightful captain has reclaimed it. Name's Elelyel. Might be best for you to come on land, get your travelin' arranged. Maybe come to the dinner, they're giving us. At a temple, believe you have as much right to it as any. Not sure whose temple it is, however."
The last three weeks had been a blur of excitement, fear, ecstatic joy, despair, and now blooming into a bit of hope once more. His head had still been swimming a bit, rather ashamed of having been tricked and because of it viewing these Faerun natives with even more scorn and distrust. Elelyel looked upon the rather diminutive man, standing only 4' 10" with very little meat on his bones. What skin was visible beneath the dinosaur leather hide he wore was tattooed intricately, claws which stretch down each of the back of his fingers. His upper and lower lip seem to have serrated teeth in stark contrast with his lightly tanned skin. His Juniper green eyes look the elf up and down, sniffing the air deeply before nodding slowly "Greetings, Elelyel of Lowtown. I am Tanogar of the Olap Tribe. Lead me to this.....dinner." Unsure what the term meant but it sounded quite a bit better than the trick which had been played upon him.
"I agree, a toast for our host, may the fields of this people be plentiful, and never fall fallow.
Tegid then pauses, "I too would like to assist where possible, not only would I like to see this Mallifax brought to justice, I would be willing to assist with this dragon problem your people are facing." Tegid looks at Koric, and gives a nod in support of his notions
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
(OOC I have a question? Is Mallus still at the north gate? Apologies, sometimes I find it hard to keep track of the campaign with so many people posting sometimes.)
Nivlen raises his cup in toast but he doesn’t appear to share in the same joy as the rest of the gathering. Those who have been noticing throughout the evening would have seen this gruff looking halfling go from fairly social to more and more isolated. Those that greeted him early on were likely to have received a smile in return but as the feast wore on he appeared to stop enjoying the food and drink. It seemed that the noise of the feast was irritating and that even the clinking of his own chainmail was causing him distress. Although he was very much present in the room and his eyes were taking in all of the comings and goings of diners and servers, his own body language was making him appear smaller and more still.
With the feasting coming to an end and the talk directing towards a mission, he seems to be coming out of his funk.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
”I am not young enough to know everything.” - Oscar Wilde
Mool smiles at your kind words and raises his ale flagon.
"And a toast on behalf of the city of Androll to all of you. Without you, there would most likely be no merriment this week, those three girls mean the world to their father, whom is a close friend of mine. As a matter of fact, he gave me something for each of you, told me he worked all afternoon scribing them."
Mool reaches under his seat and pulls out a small wooden box. He places it upon the table and opens the lid. Reaching inside, he lift out an armload of rolled scrolls on plain parchment, very unassuming in design.
"These should be of some assistance to you, if indeed it is the dragon Dagurashibanipal we are dealing with, I fear you will need these and more. The dragons breath is extremely poisonous, these will offer you some protection against it."
He passes the scrolls out, one to each of you.
<scroll of protection from dragons. For 24 hours, gives advantage on ALL saving throws against any attack originating from a dragon, halves all damage dealt by dragons. Makes the user taste terrible.>
Looking at Tegid, he says," you mentioned Mallifax a moment ago, but you needn't worry about him. He is safely locked in the Temple Jail with the one bandit you captured in the woods, and only our jailer has the key to his cell. No doubt he had nefarious plans for those girls. He will be brought up on charges after the end of the festival, he can sit and rot til then."
Reaching into the box again, he pulls out the dagger with the strange dragon symbol etched on it.
"This," he continues," is the dagger we found pinning the ransom note to the door. Our town librarian did me the service of identifying the mark for me this morning, she tells me it is the mark of the Zhentarim." He pauses,a grave look on his normally cheerful face.
"I pray that Mallifax and his band of thugs are not involved with the Zhents, but I fear that is most likely the case. The Zhentarim are a powerful group of Merchants and Mercenaries that control much of the trade of black market goods and the slave trade. They have been known in the past to steal young folk from their homes in the night and sell them to the races of the underdark as slaves or even as a food source. Perhaps Mallifax or his cronies had merely lucked into finding this dagger, but more likely it was a warning. A warning not to try to save the girls, or risk the fury of the Zhents. Mallifax himself has yet to say a word since his capture, most likely for fear of retribution from his employer. Perhaps one or two of you might try to see if you can break his silence, i have no stomach for interrogation, myself."
Mool sighs and turns to look into the fire place , and continues to speak. As far as our dragon problem goes, the first problem we have is that we have no idea where the beast came from, nor where it's lair is. Of course, our priority should be to keep the people of this town safe from any further attacks from the sky, so we need a plan of defense against the beast should he attack the town proper this time. I am hoping that you can help us with this, perhaps we can come up with a trap of some sort as well, if we can bring the beast to the ground we'll have a better chance of slaying it.
Spinning back quickly to face you, Mool smiles again at you all, the severity disappearing from his face. "One thing we do have," he exclaims pointedly, "is the weapon Androll used to drive the damn beast away last time. It resides in the basement of this very temple, if i remember correctly, Androll referred to it as Mib, though I dunno where or how he got the name of the thing. The story he told me about personally was that during his battle with the beast, he had grabbed the weapon by accident he had luckily grabbed onto what he believed to be a crossbow and fired at the beast. He never really seemed too keen on the thing though, I think a weapon so powerful scared him a bit, to be honest. Thats why he insisted we hide it away in the Vaults below the temple, that it would never fall into the wrong hands. I think, my fine folks, we finally must retrieve this weapon from the vault, to be ready for the Wyrm the next time he shows his ugly face...there's only one problem. I'm quite sure Androll has trapped the vault the weapon is stored in, and most likely a good chunk of the basement as well is guarded against intrusion by powerful golems Androll commisioned.. I don't think I'd make to Mib before I was mistaken for a common theif and cut down.
What say you, will you retrieve Mib for u?, if you do the weapon is yours to command til our job is done."
He looks around to see who will answer him first, if at all.
Koric listens to Mool's words, his focus becoming even more keen at the mention of the Zhentarim -- there is no love lost there; for a time he considers the possibility of questioning the Zhentarim agent, but decides a day or two in captivity might serve to weaken his will somewhat.
At the mention of taking on the dragon, he frowns, and glances around the room. I doubt anyone here can survive a dragon, much less a dragon that has fought a hero of old, he thinks. His attention is brought back to Mool by the mention of the weapon and the vaults. After a time, he clears his throat to speak.
"I fear, my lord, that defeating a dragon is beyond the skills of one such as I. But, retrieving this weapon -- Mib -- well, that might be more achieveable. Of course, I would hope for a few brave companions on such an adventure", once again he looks around the table, his gaze first settling on the barbarian Elelyel and his other recent companions, before moving to encompass the other diners.
Finally he turns back to Mool," Perhaps you can tell us more of these Vaults?"
Righteousness seems hesitant at first, but then gathers his courage. "Compatriots, I had held my peace during the dinner, for fear of warning you away, but now that we are on to business, I have found something that would be vital to us and our venture." he takes the tome from his pack, places it on the open spot of the table that had held nothing on it, and opened it to the section on green dragons. "I read this, and encourage you to read what is there of our foe; I noticed the end pages of that section were missing, torn out. Ser Mool, do you know of this tome, and if so, who read it last from the library?"
this section is the required reading post-dinner
(OOCI am going to assume Mallus is there, please tell me if I’m wrong)
“I’ll help.” Mallus says, rather unenthusiastically. “But I’m not much of a fighter, so I’ll need some help myself.”
Nivlen clears his throat and meekly begins, “I have but little skill in getting an unwilling person to talk, but I will offer my services to detect the veracity of answers drawn out. I have no doubt that I am in the presence of those whose skill at this far outweigh my own,” as he motions to all in the hall, “but I am willing to listen, if needed.”
He continues, “And I will certainly aid in the retrieval of Mib with whatever strength and talents I have to offer.” After speaking he retrieves his flagon and stares into its contents for a moment before hesitantly bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
”I am not young enough to know everything.” - Oscar Wilde
After following Elelyel to this feast and hearing all that was said, Tanogar sniffed at the food and cups suspiciously while largely not paying attention to the details. In part because he had no clue about these factions or their relevancy to anything, but mostly due to believing this to be no dragon. The tribal druid stands and says to whomever it may pertain to "I pledge my services to find out the happenings of what is going on. I have not yet completed the Rite of Consumption, but I can aid with my limited magics in combat or extracting information." Not bothering to explain exactly what that means as to him this statement made a fair deal more sense than the nonsense these main-landers had been spewing.
(OOC: I'm good to go wherever if a group is unbalanced, if not then I can tag along with the people finding the weapon.)
Tlak-Shik will begin his discussions with general questions of Androll's Rock, its history and its commerce with neighbors and who they are. He will progress to the events of the dragon's first appearance (the first event) trying to get a feel for what the dragon did; how it behaved, what it seemed to want, etc.
Then he continues with regard to the present situation.
"Pardon my intrusion on your mind, but my spoken words can be confusing and this is not desired, at the moment. I am a hunter and would know of the dragon as prey; what it eats, does it hunt in Androll's Rock and what does it hunt. Do you know of any vulnerabilities that it might have, known or speculative."
"Moving nice 'tlac' you do, good very," He says aloud.
"Do you know of tales relating successful dragon hunts or combats? How were they defeated? If you know of no tales, do you know of any in Androll's Rock who do, or might? What about things a, green dragon, is it?, are not affected by, weapons, spells, that sort of thing? What of their vulnerabilities? Do you know of this dragons lair, even rumors? How long has it been savaging Androll's Rock and surrounds? Could any who have a grudge against Androll's Rock, or someone who lives here or is important, someone for whom summoning a dragon might be possible? Lastly, who is wisest in Androll's Rock?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Merric laughs, "Are you kiddin'? Possible death for a dragon killin' weapon? That's a gamblin' bet I'd take for sure. I'm in."
"I as well, but if we are to succeed, we must find the lost pages, and potentially, the founder."
Tegid looks over to Tongar,, recognising a brother druid, "Well met brother, have you travelled far?"
Looking at the rest of the group, "Well, I am more trained in the lore of the land rather than the martial arts, but I will help where required."
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