Killilli’s Dragon Heist

"Why. Should. We. Care." Kerri grunts, storming up to the statue. "Because it's clear to me that you are insane."

Edvord has been silent up until now but at Kerri's anger the mage responds, "Resisting in every room has been a bit tiring... why don't we try going along with the game for once." The man thinks for a bit, muttering the phrase from the statute underneath his breath, "Who roams the planes, but is never plain, makes and does a-maze, loads his halls, with lightning and balls, creates the cities newest craze."

After a few minutes Edvord turns away from the statute and adds the following thoughts to the group, careful not to state his thoughts as an answer to the statute, "It obvious the answer is the man who created this death trap. Unfortunately I wasn't paying attention when we walked here... I was too busy thinking on my sister's terrible poker play at the charity event. If it wasn't for the obsessiveness with blue I would venture a guess Halaster... he much preferred black if my recollection is correct."

The mage begins to rack his mind attempting to recall any mages associated with the color blue.

Kerri whips around on Edvord, "Why should we play along with his game when its clear he's just going to try and kill us if we succeed," she whips back around at the statue. "I'm going to find out who you are. I'm going to find where you're hiding. And when I do I'm going to shove Threestring's lute so far up your...." she stops when she remembers who she's around. "Lets just say you're going to be able to play the lute when you gargle"

"Don't stop Kerri! I need to write this down Lyss! Threestrings will love that he's being referenced in stuff!"

Lyss doesn’t recognise his particular statue, it seems pretty old though. As Kerri approaches she notices the statue is within a sphere of force. He chuckles slightly at Kerri’s threats

”I thought I was brassy! I liked that display, here I suppose you want some loot for your efforts”

A canvas bag drops before Kerri’s feet out of thin air, the word “LOOT”  scrawled across it in big blue letters. Out of the top sticks a fine engraved rosewood headstock, seemingly for some sort of stringed instrument. The eyes shift over to Edvord

Halaster? That’s just insulting…. I suppose you have the answer though, even if you have the name wrong. It’s Keilier for reference, would it kill ye to read a book once in a while. Your turn. It better be good.”

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Kerri just stares down at the bag, partially offended and partially very confused. She doesnt touch it though

"I think he's gonna get mad if Kerri actually goes around buggering statues with his lute, he's pretty protective of that!"

"Im not..." Kerri sighs, exasperated.

"I think I know just the thing that might bring a smile to everyone's face... well everyone but one person."

Edvord's eyes go white as he enters Verklarung's mind. The mangy red eyed rat darts towards Kerri. Edvord will attempt to have Verklarung climb up Kerri and dance between her shoulders and top of her head whilst avoiding Kerri's inevitable blows.

"What's happening? Are we threatening statues? What!?"

Aimee breaks and rushes in wide eyed and eager to get in on whatever it is that's happening.

"A blue statue? Oh I know that guy! What's wrong with you guy? Trap? Lots of those here!"

Aimee watches the rat antics with a wide smile,

"Ooooh, Eddy she's going to hurt you!"

Kerri's fists are clenched and shaking. "Do you think this is funny?" She asks Edvord

“Do you have something to hide? Your riddle seems more of a charade.”

Despite it‘s jests, the voice seems dissapointed 

Aimee is now quite confused and heads over to Lyss,

"What are we doing? Asking the statue riddles? Is that what Glowy Ball wanted?"

Sensing that the audience isn't too impressed, Edvord decides to kick it up a notch. The mage mutters an arcane word and waves his staff casting grease underneath Kerri's feet.

Verklarung clambers back down to the base of Kerri's neck, pushes off in an attempt to destabilize her, as the rat dives into the grease itself.

Edvord responds to Aimee, "The statute wanted entertainment, it is obviously a fan of riddles and rhythms... I just cannot resist the chance to expand the statute's comedic repertoire... and if it is at the expense of Kerri... so be it."

Aimee, you hear a whisper “His favourite are his own, but if you do one for me I’ll be thankful. C’mon, I’ve been with you since the accident, looking out for you. Just do this one, the answer should be POWER.”

"I think Eddie is trying for 'suicide-by-Kerri'...", Lyss hisses back at Aimee. "Maybe he's still crazy from before?!"

Kerri… dex save lol

DEX Save: 19

You slip on the grease as the mouse scurries off of you. Suddenly you’re face to face with an oiled up rodent sniffing at you. 

“Sebum! Sebum is the answer! That was ok, not the best I’ve heard though.”

A slippery vial plops itself into Edvords hands, the liquid inside is clear, greasy, dirty and flecked with flakes of what you can only presume to be dry skin and fluff.

"Hmmm...."

"A female heron by another name,
plumage white with feathered mane,
call me not a stork, nor bittern, nor crane,
and remember, I'm a lady, don't be lame."