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Xerronios considers, trying to remember if he knows anything about oracles and if this arrangement with the guardian chimera is common. The chimera guarding it is clearly intelligent, to some degree, seeing as how it made a deal with the survivors not to eat them if they fed it. He shares this thought with the others, adding, "The fact that it needs, or at least wants, to be fed suggests it is at the least reluctant to leave its post. I think we should talk to it, see what the price is to pass it and see the oracle." He pauses and turns back to the beach. "How long to get back to the beach and come back with some of the crabs, I wonder?" he muses, thinking out loud.
ooc: Not sure what to roll for what he wants to know about the Oracle, so I'm going to roll a d20 and add Guidance and then tell you his scores for History and Arcana. Also, how long will it take to go back to the beach and collect at least some of what remains of the crab meat and come back.
You recall that oracles often have guardians of one type or another. Very few have the same guardian as another, all are fairly unique in what sort of guardian they might have. It would take a couple hours to get down to the beach where you fought the crabs and get back. It is also 2/3 way back across the beach to where you fought the crabs. Going that far would likely have other crab encounters possible.
The bard considers for a moment longer then, "I think we should move on. It's two hours or so back to the beach to get the crab meat and we could easily be attacked again. Plus, oracles often have guardians and my guess is this chimera is not your average chimera. There's probably a deal or something to be made to see the oracle. Let's move on," he repeats at the end.
Io says, "Should we move on, let me take the lead. My Shield and my armor makes me suited to the front-lines."Though he doesn't trust prophesies by oracles he does not doubt their knowledge and divination skills. Io would like to ask the Oracle some questions of his own.
(Yeah I'm good to move on unless someone has any better ideas)
Moving on up the path you soon come to the first landing on the way to the top of the mountain. Even as you reach that landing a three-headed beast steps from a cave just off of the landing. It has a dragon head, a goat head, and a lion head, and regards you with all three heads. "What is your business here." The dragon's head asks as the chimera moves to block the path onward.
Xerronios moves forward a bit, resisting the urge to strum a bit on his lute. No telling how the Chimera will take it. "We seek an audience with the oracle. May we pass?"
"You will have to either tell me an epic tale, that I have never heard before, or answer my riddle." The three-headed creature says as it looks you over. "Which will it be?"
"A moment, if you please," Xerronios says to the Guardian with a little bow. He steps back and then turns to the others. "Perhaps the time has come for the first truly public performance of the ballad of our quest that I have been composing as we journey. The chimera cannot have heard that one, yet. What do you think?"
Io agrees. "I am not sure if our tale can be considered Epic but I very much doubt the chimera has heard of that. Perhaps it might be worth trying. With Athreos' blessing, your performance will move the guardian and allow us to pass"
If it is decided that Xerronios will go through with this, Io will cast Guidance
"Epic is more in the telling than in the doing, meaning a tale becomes epic, or it doesn't, based much more on how it's told, than on the deeds described," the leonine bard replied, strumming his lute and humming some bars from The Ballad of the Proud Jester.
Windlass nods and agrees to hear the tale. Perhaps she’d learn something. If he starts, she will use thaumaturgy to augment it, with rumbling earth or whispers or shouts or whatever the story calls for.
Xerronios turns back to the chimera, "Noble Guardian," he says with another bow, "before we decide, might we know the riddle? If that is not possible, will we be permitted to try the riddle if we our tale be not epic enough, for I promise you will never have heard it before?"
The bard's companions have been with him long enough to notice the signs of an impending performance: the deepening timbre of the voice, the increased resonance, the deeper, fuller breathing.
Xerronios considers, trying to remember if he knows anything about oracles and if this arrangement with the guardian chimera is common. The chimera guarding it is clearly intelligent, to some degree, seeing as how it made a deal with the survivors not to eat them if they fed it. He shares this thought with the others, adding, "The fact that it needs, or at least wants, to be fed suggests it is at the least reluctant to leave its post. I think we should talk to it, see what the price is to pass it and see the oracle." He pauses and turns back to the beach. "How long to get back to the beach and come back with some of the crabs, I wonder?" he muses, thinking out loud.
ooc: Not sure what to roll for what he wants to know about the Oracle, so I'm going to roll a d20 and add Guidance and then tell you his scores for History and Arcana. Also, how long will it take to go back to the beach and collect at least some of what remains of the crab meat and come back.
Roll d20 + 1d4 9
History: 14
Arcana: 17
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
ooc: So weird. You can see the true roll above.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Xeronios
You recall that oracles often have guardians of one type or another. Very few have the same guardian as another, all are fairly unique in what sort of guardian they might have.
It would take a couple hours to get down to the beach where you fought the crabs and get back. It is also 2/3 way back across the beach to where you fought the crabs. Going that far would likely have other crab encounters possible.
The bard considers for a moment longer then, "I think we should move on. It's two hours or so back to the beach to get the crab meat and we could easily be attacked again. Plus, oracles often have guardians and my guess is this chimera is not your average chimera. There's probably a deal or something to be made to see the oracle. Let's move on," he repeats at the end.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
(Everyone in agreement?)
Io says, "Should we move on, let me take the lead. My Shield and my armor makes me suited to the front-lines."Though he doesn't trust prophesies by oracles he does not doubt their knowledge and divination skills. Io would like to ask the Oracle some questions of his own.
(Yeah I'm good to move on unless someone has any better ideas)
(Kanlos and Windlass?)
Kanlos agrees to the plan and moves with the group just behind Io, keeping an eye out.
Perception: 19
Windlass also agrees, preparing to try talking with the chimera, keeping an eye out for any traps.
chimera
Moving on up the path you soon come to the first landing on the way to the top of the mountain. Even as you reach that landing a three-headed beast steps from a cave just off of the landing. It has a dragon head, a goat head, and a lion head, and regards you with all three heads.
"What is your business here." The dragon's head asks as the chimera moves to block the path onward.
Xerronios moves forward a bit, resisting the urge to strum a bit on his lute. No telling how the Chimera will take it. "We seek an audience with the oracle. May we pass?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Guardian
"You will have to either tell me an epic tale, that I have never heard before, or answer my riddle." The three-headed creature says as it looks you over. "Which will it be?"
Windlass asks quietly if anyone has an epic tale… otherwise she will vote for riddle.
"A moment, if you please," Xerronios says to the Guardian with a little bow. He steps back and then turns to the others. "Perhaps the time has come for the first truly public performance of the ballad of our quest that I have been composing as we journey. The chimera cannot have heard that one, yet. What do you think?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Io agrees. "I am not sure if our tale can be considered Epic but I very much doubt the chimera has heard of that. Perhaps it might be worth trying. With Athreos' blessing, your performance will move the guardian and allow us to pass"
If it is decided that Xerronios will go through with this, Io will cast Guidance
"Epic is more in the telling than in the doing, meaning a tale becomes epic, or it doesn't, based much more on how it's told, than on the deeds described," the leonine bard replied, strumming his lute and humming some bars from The Ballad of the Proud Jester.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Windlass nods and agrees to hear the tale. Perhaps she’d learn something. If he starts, she will use thaumaturgy to augment it, with rumbling earth or whispers or shouts or whatever the story calls for.
Kanlos nods slowly, "If we fail at one can we try the other? Also, can we know the riddle ahead of time?"
“I for one would like to hear the riddle even if we succeed in telling you an epic tale you have never heard before. I enjoy riddles.”
Xerronios turns back to the chimera, "Noble Guardian," he says with another bow, "before we decide, might we know the riddle? If that is not possible, will we be permitted to try the riddle if we our tale be not epic enough, for I promise you will never have heard it before?"
The bard's companions have been with him long enough to notice the signs of an impending performance: the deepening timbre of the voice, the increased resonance, the deeper, fuller breathing.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric