Thufir holds up a hand in a mock version of the cultists' salute and says, "This salute and purple clothes are what I remember most. Though I'll not wear any of those masks nor pretend to be one of their ranks. Use me as a 'prisoner' perhaps."

Waldeyr puts on one of the cult outfits. 

“I’ve always wondered if I could make money doing this… I much prefer it to getting stabbed, too. And if Thufir can make appropriate wyrmling noises, I can perhaps cover him with an illusion? Might be difficult. But I’ll try anything.” 

"There in lies the problem Thufir every Kobold and cultist watched you and  Langdedrosa duel in Greenest"

He shakes his head

"You don't have to pretend but, If the time comes do you at least agree to a disguise and perhaps pretend you're a mute. How hard would it be to make those beautiful gold scales appear red?"  He looks over at Jack

"Oh yeah I found five daggers. Anyone need one?"

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Thufir holds up a hand in a mock version of the cultists' salute and says, "This salute and purple clothes are what I remember most. Though I'll not wear any of those masks nor pretend to be one of their ranks. Use me as a 'prisoner' perhaps."

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Looking to Heatha Thufir says, “Where did you learn to harness those energies? That is quite impressive.” And then to Kime, “Thank you for the warning cousin. Do you think you can help us to calm your brethren?”

 

 

OOC: Apologies, I missed that post we'll rewind for a second.

"Thank you," Heatha says. "I was called to Bahamut shortly after I hatched from the egg. Sadly being in a cult with evil dragon worshippers makes you an easy target, so I chose to supress them."

Kime nods. "The Cultists took our families captive. We had to serve them to save their lives. Still, it won't take much convincing to make our brethren stand down and turn on the cultists."

Jack smiles at Wolfstine. "I can take a robe. There are a few halflings and smaller folk among the cultists. Also my scales are naturally blue. I just choose not to follow the evil path that thee cultists are stumbling down toward."

Fargen nods to Wolfstine's point about the challenges of deception, "Aye, Thufir may be remembered from that duel.  But do we have other options other than drawing them all out?"

Fargen examines over the acquired items to see if anything was missed (14)

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"There in lies the problem Thufir every Kobold and cultist watched you and  Langdedrosa duel in Greenest"

 

 “Which is exactly why I suggested you take me as ‘prisoner’.” Thufir reminds him. “Though even false chains will chafe, it will be better than placing that mask on my face.”

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"Thank you," Heatha says. "I was called to Bahamut shortly after I hatched from the egg. Sadly being in a cult with evil dragon worshippers makes you an easy target, so I chose to supress them."

Kime nods. "The Cultists took our families captive. We had to serve them to save their lives. Still, it won't take much convincing to make our brethren stand down and turn on the cultists."

 ”You have a talent.” Thufir replies to Haetha, adding, “Perhaps you Fargen and I could discuss our connections with the divine another time.”

Fargen looks at Heatha intently, "Bahaumat, you say?  He must have seen good in you then.  You should not deny his calling.  It may be fate we met, to set you upon this path to free your people.  Are you skilled in arms and weaponry in addition to your divine gifts?" 

Fargen attempts to gain insight (19) on Heatha's abilities.

"Let's go with Thufir's prisoner idea. But first, let's find the patrol. I'm not worried about cultists, but a drake and half-dragon are a different story. Best not meet all them at once."

Heatha nods at you Fargen, and from what you can determine, she's a cleric of Bahamut. As she does this, Jack reaches into a bag of holding and finds some armor and weapons for her, as well as a manual entitled "Handbook of Players." Here's what you are proficient in and you can have these."

The weapons are of common made.

As Heatha finishes putting on the armor, Osh says," The half-dragon will likely be guarding the hatchery."

Wolfstine looks around checks to see what time of day it is "I suggest we take a break at the camp our new friends have already set up. Eat something ourselves. Anyway I wish to change my  Isabeau to something more night friendly"

Are we looking at a short rest then?

Fargen sets down his warhammer down, leans on it, and lets out a long sigh.  "Dwarves have been known to rest... on occasion.  I suppose I could take a breather before we face more trouble."   (5 hps)

Fargen pulls out his smoking pipe and sparks a flame, the embers glowing as he draws in a long inhale.  "Things are going to heat up for this half-dragon."  He winks at Wulfir and looks over to Waldeyr and calls out "Hey wizard, you sure I can't get you into some nice mail?  You'll live longer."

Thufir nods and paces around the group, getting his ‘rest’ by readying himself for the fight to come with the dragon. Thufir is ready for vengeance this time, though still isn’t quite sure if he can handle the dragon alone…

“I’m afraid I can’t. I have hemophilia. I bruise and bleed too easily. Heavy armor could seriously harm me just by resting on my shoulders.” Waldeyr gestures towards his injuries. “It’s only through exceptional focus and strength of will that I can force my wounds to heal. Supernatural really. I have overcome my weakness” 

Deception 12 

As Waldeyr says this, both Osh walks over and nods. "I can help protect you," he says while demonstrating some martial arts techniques.

As the rest is finished, what would everyone like to do?

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“I’m afraid I can’t. I have hemophilia. I bruise and bleed too easily. Heavy armor could seriously harm me just by resting on my shoulders.” Waldeyr gestures towards his injuries. “It’s only through exceptional focus and strength of will that I can force my wounds to heal. Supernatural really. I have overcome my weakness” 

 

Deception 16 

Waldeyr is lying his shrimpy little ass off 

 Fargen eyes (18) Waldeyr as he explains...  "Hmm, I see.  Very well then."

As the rest happens Wolfstine pulls out a silver bowl engraved with hippogriffs and clawed legs he pulls out some charcoal incense and herbs he lights the components afire and starts chanting while  Isabeau  sits on his shoulder. She near the end of the chant takes flight with a hawks scream and starts spinning around in the multi colored arcane smoke, the hawks war-cry turns into the screech of a great gray owl.

Isabeau takes flight again, circling no more than 100ft above with orders to watch for the patrol. Wolfstine looks around as he shakes the ashes out of his brazier into the campfire and puts it away. 

"Well, you folks know the way right?" He says to the kobolds 

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“I’m afraid I can’t. I have hemophilia. I bruise and bleed too easily. Heavy armor could seriously harm me just by resting on my shoulders.” Waldeyr gestures towards his injuries. “It’s only through exceptional focus and strength of will that I can force my wounds to heal. Supernatural really. I have overcome my weakness” 

Deception 16 

Waldeyr is lying his shrimpy little ass off  

 
Thufir, working himself up for the fighting to come, walks over to the Triton and gives him a, stronger than he planned, slap on the back saying, “Good thing you’ve got us up front then eh?” With a big deep voiced toothy grin.

“Aughhh! My hemophilia!” Waldeyr groans. 

On seeing the conjured owl, Waldeyr scoffs. “Good for beginners, I suppose. But an expert knows to use one of these,” and he pulls a crab out of his pack. “Good for grabbing things, squeezing into tight places, and has impeccable senses. I present: L’il Sebastian.” 

Fargen rolls his eyes nearly out of their sockets and chuckles softly... 

He squints up to follow the owl's flight, then to Waldeyr's crab. "Well if I knew everyone was bringing pets, I'd have asked my wife along."