Mallus stands in the back of the room, and then begins to walk forward and shoo the citizens out of the building. Then he turns to Mool “This was certainly interesting.”
I am very impressed at your skill at handling a party this large. I’ve never seen anything like it, so you’re setting a high bar for someone in the future to be measured against. I know I wouldn’t be able to manage it. I am quite enjoying myself, have no intention of (voluntarily) leaving, and am looking forward to more adventures/reveals. I have even been even trying to read between the lines to predict upcoming reveals/puns/dad jokes. I have an OOC working theory about Mib, but we’ll see. Ok, back to character ...
Nivlen, while stunned at the appearance of a mindflayer, has a few other concerns cross his mind.
1. Can the downed citizens be stabilized, if so he will be looking for Mool and team to be rushing to their aid.
2. Nivlen has a healing kit and will assist with stabilizing the fallen, if needed. Otherwise ...
3. How did the troll make it this far into the city? Is there a trail of destruction/death that spans back to the North Gate? Were guards lost?
Mool stands in the doorway, shocked by the sight of the dead troll. Behind him, the citizens that made it inside the temple are milling about, tending to minor wounds and peeking out the door into the courtyard. There doesn't seem to be a huge number of wounded citizens, but as Mool had excused the temple staff to attend the festival, many of the clerics are elsewhere in the city(there are many festival events spread throughout Androll)
At the sight of Thurk, the blood fades from his face. He does not say anything, but keeps a wide berth between himself and the illithid as he checks on the people in the courtyard. After he offers prayers over the last few injured civilians, he slowly walks to the barbarian. He reaches into his robes, and pulls out two small vials of red liquid and hands them to the Barbarian, locking eyes with him. After a moment that seems to take an eternity, he turns away and walks back toward the temple door. You can't quite be sure, but you think you may have noticed him shudder a bit, whether in disgust or anger you can not quite discern.
Thurk stands in the center of the courtyard, shoulders slumped in a defeated posture. You look around the courtyard, wondering how the troll got there in the first place...
Roll an investigation check to see what you find.
Presuming advantage, Investigation: 13
You notice an area near the troll where it looks as though the beast had landed hard and skidded to a stop, as though he had been thrown or dropped from some great distance. Upon questioning witnesses, the confirm that the troll came from above, as though it had been thrown over the great walls of the courtyard. Outside the courtyard, you can hear more shouts and screams in the distance, and as a knot ties itself in your stomach, you realize that the troll may not be the only threat in the city.
Nivlen will quickly try to retrieve any usable bolts that he fired (4 hit the troll and 2 sailed wide). All the while he will be shouting,
”The troll was flung over the wall! Even now the citizens are crying out beyond the courtyard. Can you not hear them? I fear this battle is not yet complete.”
Without waiting for reactions and after holstering any retrieved bolts, Nivlen will make his way to the passage out of the courtyard. He will approach it cautiously and be listening carefully for any indications of what might be awaiting just outside.
Righteousness hears this; "ahhhhh, Zariel's lash....." he then turns to the other heroes, shouts "COME ON FELLAS, we aren't out of the Feywilds yet!" and takes off after niveln.
After helping to clean up the pools of acid, Ai'ryn attempts to find Mool.
"Milord - thank you for your hospitality. Are you injured? I'm not skilled in healing, but will do what I can. Or is there anything else I can do to assist you? I'd also be interested in what you know of....." I glance back and forth between Thurk and Mool, and attempt to gauge any sort of reaction.. "....what that creature may be doing here."
Insight: 19
You enter the temple's dining hall, looking for Mool. Before you can approach any of the people to ask his whereabouts, he comes running down a small spiral staircase, a panicked look in his eyes.
"Quickly, we must gather the others to my chambers upstairs, the situation is far more dire than I first suspected! I must show you what I mean!"
Mool races out the temple door, asking all of you to follow him upstairs. He shouts to Nivlen just as the halfling guard is about to exit the courtyard.
"Mallarad or Millarfud.....any relation to a Mallifax fellow, perchance?"
ooc: it may seem like metagaming, but it wasn't due to the fact i was at the dinner table and i heard the name being dropped.
"Mallifax, that was it! Strange rather beady eyed man from out of town, I've seen him around for the last few weeks. You know, I think he may be the one that damaged that book of yours, I dont remember any pages being ripped out before he rented it. And he dropped the thing off without picking up his deposit..."
(before hearing niveln) "if you know where he lives, meet me by the Jackdaw, or if i'm not in front of it, ask for me or the captain, name of jhoni, explain you have information regarding the crates." (after hearing niveln) "This night can't get any more aggravating......Talk to the Dwarf Cleric named Mool, he can be trusted, right now i have to help make sure a city is cleared and a halfling doesn't die." he then bows slightly, in apology, before taking off.
Mool races out the temple door, asking all of you to follow him upstairs. He shouts to Nivlen just as the halfling guard is about to exit the courtyard.
"Nevermind, upstairs it is then!" and he has to book it back to where the dwarf is, wondering privately if the blood war decided to have another proxy fight to try and get around the heavens.
After helping to clean up the pools of acid, Ai'ryn attempts to find Mool.
"Milord - thank you for your hospitality. Are you injured? I'm not skilled in healing, but will do what I can. Or is there anything else I can do to assist you? I'd also be interested in what you know of....." I glance back and forth between Thurk and Mool, and attempt to gauge any sort of reaction.. "....what that creature may be doing here."
Insight: 19
You enter the temple's dining hall, looking for Mool. Before you can approach any of the people to ask his whereabouts, he comes running down a small spiral staircase, a panicked look in his eyes.
"Quickly, we must gather the others to my chambers upstairs, the situation is far more dire than I first suspected! I must show you what I mean!"
Ai'ryn nods to him, then quickly turns to the courtyard. Finding the largest group of people he can find, he approaches them. "Mool has asked for his dinner guests to join him in his upstairs chambers as quickly as possible. Please spread the word and inform them."
If any of the others are around, he'll turn to them: "We are requested upstairs. My voice does not carry well, so it would be best if others would spread the word."
Without waiting, Ai'ryn then turns back and follows Mool upstairs.
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Mool races out the temple door, asking all of you to follow him upstairs. He shouts to Nivlen just as the halfling guard is about to exit the courtyard.
"Quickly, all of you! To my chambers!" Mool shouts again.
OoC: assuming you all heed Mool's call.
Gling and Thurk follow along with the group quietly upstairs to Mool's sleeping chamber, where they look out the window and see:
Seeing everyone fallow Mool upstairs, Elric does the same. He stays by Tlak on the way up, seeing that his new companion also noticed the markings. "Too many Silver Hand deaths for my liking. You did well friend, my name is Elric if I haven't said so before." Elric says with a pat on Tlak's carapace. The Albino Half Elf was intrigued by this one.
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" I fear that while you were fighting the beast in the courtyard, Dagurashibanipal's forces have moved on us in the night, or else we face some other foe. We have no time to lose, we must gather Mib from the catacombs and defend Rock Androll! LOOK!"
He points to the skyline above the walls of the city, where flying over the wall is a large ball of mottled flesh. It hits the ground in Midtown near the North Gate, kicking up a great plume of dust as it does so. The creature unfurls itself as it rolls forward into a run, it's arms flailing to catch it's balance. A single unit of guardsmen scatters before the sudden onslaught of the beast, and it lets out out a chillingly familiar war cry
"FOR ORRRRCUUSSSSS!!!!"
Now in full view, you immediately recognize the creature as an ogre. It wears on it's skull a large partially hollowed out trunk of a once great oak tree jutting up several feet above it's head. It lowers it's head toward the north gate and charges, shattering the gate into loose boards. It steps back, stunned.
You watch in horror as smaller creatures are catapulted over the wall at random intervals through out the city , along with flaming bales of hay from the fields nearby. The people of the town scramble to escape, but many fall prey to attacks from goblins and orcs, and you see two other ogres launched over the gate. Outside the walls is chaos, a near sea of enemies. It would appear that siege has been laid to Androll's Rock!
Nivlen stares out the window in disbelief. His panting now seemingly more from an oncoming panic attack than from being winded from the run up the stairs. He is almost completely catatonic except for the pain that is evident in his face and his hand that has moved to his forehead, brushed aside his unkempt hair and strokes the horrifically nasty scar that crosses the entire length of his forehead from left to right.
"**** it, we're getting Mib!" Righteousness yells to the people in the room but to anyone outside the room. the occupants then hear "Move it, people, I have had a very bad day, and likely won't have a bed to sleep in by the time this finishes, so we get the crossbow, get these ******** out of here, then I will Beat Mallifax black and blue until he gives us what we want!" and he makes his way down.
Staring at Thurk, Ai'ryn says flatly: "To the catacombs we go. With a mindflayer. Of course nothing could possibly go wrong."
He spits out the window, the very thought of having to put up with the creature leaving an awful taste in his mouth. He then turns on his heel and walks away, heading towards the catacombs.
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"Perhaps I shall stay with our honorable host, Mool, If it so suits him, I would see him safe. Are you able to retrieve the weapon without my assistance?" says Gling to the room.His gears whir in anticipation of an answer.
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Mallus stands in the back of the room, and then begins to walk forward and shoo the citizens out of the building. Then he turns to Mool “This was certainly interesting.”
Righteousness hears this; "ahhhhh, Zariel's lash....." he then turns to the other heroes, shouts "COME ON FELLAS, we aren't out of the Feywilds yet!" and takes off after niveln.
You enter the temple's dining hall, looking for Mool. Before you can approach any of the people to ask his whereabouts, he comes running down a small spiral staircase, a panicked look in his eyes.
"Quickly, we must gather the others to my chambers upstairs, the situation is far more dire than I first suspected! I must show you what I mean!"
Mool races out the temple door, asking all of you to follow him upstairs. He shouts to Nivlen just as the halfling guard is about to exit the courtyard.
(before hearing niveln) "if you know where he lives, meet me by the Jackdaw, or if i'm not in front of it, ask for me or the captain, name of jhoni, explain you have information regarding the crates." (after hearing niveln) "This night can't get any more aggravating......Talk to the Dwarf Cleric named Mool, he can be trusted, right now i have to help make sure a city is cleared and a halfling doesn't die." he then bows slightly, in apology, before taking off.
"Nevermind, upstairs it is then!" and he has to book it back to where the dwarf is, wondering privately if the blood war decided to have another proxy fight to try and get around the heavens.
Ai'ryn nods to him, then quickly turns to the courtyard. Finding the largest group of people he can find, he approaches them.
"Mool has asked for his dinner guests to join him in his upstairs chambers as quickly as possible. Please spread the word and inform them."
If any of the others are around, he'll turn to them:
"We are requested upstairs. My voice does not carry well, so it would be best if others would spread the word."
Without waiting, Ai'ryn then turns back and follows Mool upstairs.
"Mark": Goliath Paladin - Shipwrecked on Fugue: A Journey of Self-Discovery
Razil Trympan: Tiefling Warlock - The Tower of Zenopus
"Quickly, all of you! To my chambers!" Mool shouts again.
OoC: assuming you all heed Mool's call.
Gling and Thurk follow along with the group quietly upstairs to Mool's sleeping chamber, where they look out the window and see:
Nivlen does indeed heed Mool's call and runs as fast as his halfling legs will carry him across the courtyard and up the stairs.
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
A city on fire!
'OF COURSE THINGS GET WORSE!' can be heard by anyone nearby who can read Righteousness' mind.
Seeing everyone fallow Mool upstairs, Elric does the same. He stays by Tlak on the way up, seeing that his new companion also noticed the markings. "Too many Silver Hand deaths for my liking. You did well friend, my name is Elric if I haven't said so before." Elric says with a pat on Tlak's carapace. The Albino Half Elf was intrigued by this one.
Drow enthusiast
Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
Ai'ryn rubs his temples, then looks at Mool.
"This is not the work of a green dragon. What else is going on, and what aren't you telling us?"
"Mark": Goliath Paladin - Shipwrecked on Fugue: A Journey of Self-Discovery
Razil Trympan: Tiefling Warlock - The Tower of Zenopus
Koric, who has remained quiet through the various revelation, nods at 'Thruk', keeping a wary disatnce, and says, "And how is he connected?"
" I fear that while you were fighting the beast in the courtyard, Dagurashibanipal's forces have moved on us in the night, or else we face some other foe. We have no time to lose, we must gather Mib from the catacombs and defend Rock Androll! LOOK!"
He points to the skyline above the walls of the city, where flying over the wall is a large ball of mottled flesh. It hits the ground in Midtown near the North Gate, kicking up a great plume of dust as it does so. The creature unfurls itself as it rolls forward into a run, it's arms flailing to catch it's balance. A single unit of guardsmen scatters before the sudden onslaught of the beast, and it lets out out a chillingly familiar war cry
"FOR ORRRRCUUSSSSS!!!!"
Now in full view, you immediately recognize the creature as an ogre. It wears on it's skull a large partially hollowed out trunk of a once great oak tree jutting up several feet above it's head. It lowers it's head toward the north gate and charges, shattering the gate into loose boards. It steps back, stunned.
You watch in horror as smaller creatures are catapulted over the wall at random intervals through out the city , along with flaming bales of hay from the fields nearby. The people of the town scramble to escape, but many fall prey to attacks from goblins and orcs, and you see two other ogres launched over the gate. Outside the walls is chaos, a near sea of enemies. It would appear that siege has been laid to Androll's Rock!
Nivlen stares out the window in disbelief. His panting now seemingly more from an oncoming panic attack than from being winded from the run up the stairs. He is almost completely catatonic except for the pain that is evident in his face and his hand that has moved to his forehead, brushed aside his unkempt hair and strokes the horrifically nasty scar that crosses the entire length of his forehead from left to right.
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
"**** it, we're getting Mib!" Righteousness yells to the people in the room but to anyone outside the room. the occupants then hear "Move it, people, I have had a very bad day, and likely won't have a bed to sleep in by the time this finishes, so we get the crossbow, get these ******** out of here, then I will Beat Mallifax black and blue until he gives us what we want!" and he makes his way down.
Gling optimistically chimes in," Well it would appear most beneficial that these new adversaries are not of a poisonous nature, at least."
Thurk looks to the horizon and says a single word in common, and you can feel the disdain drip from the word.
"Mother."
Staring at Thurk, Ai'ryn says flatly: "To the catacombs we go. With a mindflayer. Of course nothing could possibly go wrong."
He spits out the window, the very thought of having to put up with the creature leaving an awful taste in his mouth. He then turns on his heel and walks away, heading towards the catacombs.
"Mark": Goliath Paladin - Shipwrecked on Fugue: A Journey of Self-Discovery
Razil Trympan: Tiefling Warlock - The Tower of Zenopus
"Perhaps I shall stay with our honorable host, Mool, If it so suits him, I would see him safe. Are you able to retrieve the weapon without my assistance?" says Gling to the room.His gears whir in anticipation of an answer.