Folsorm tiptoes, the sounds of the moaning and groaning getting louder. In the dim light, Folsorm sees an undulating mass, with a grimy male head thrown backwards, mouth agape.
"Yes...gimme that brain!"
The lower part of the mass continues to undulate. Abruptly , a rat runs under Folsorm's foot as he traipses closer. The rat squeaks loudly before scurrying directly towards the mass.
The mass separates into two distinct forms.
Both human.
"Aagh! A rat!", says the grimy woman , scrambling backwards on all fours who was on her knees moments before.
"Black gods of the pit!" exclaims the human who was standing. "The only fun we can afford, and it gets spoiled. Woe are we!"
Spotting Folsorm, the man says. "So, one of Creech's thugs, eh? Haven't you bastards taken enough from us? Take our money, our home, now you want to steal the last pleasure my wife can give me."
The man smashes a bottle against the brick wall. "All right, you blackguard, you may have taken my meager fortune and home, but my wife's mouth is mine alone!"
In spite of his drunken bravado, you can see that the man is clearly not accustomed to any kind of fighting.
Folsorm says "Pardon the interruption, we're not one of the Creech's thugs, in fact, I don't know who Creech is. We are however here to support the Ducon and are heading to the catacombs to search out strange events there. We could surely whoop you, rather easily I daresay, but if you and the, um, misses want to head back to the surface, we'll not stop you."
“Back to the surface? Ha!” the man says ruefully. “We came to the temple begging for alms and Sister Irulan gave us refuge. When Creech’s leg breakers started rousting the homeless shelter, Sister Irulan refused to give us to those thugs and said that we had skipped town after filching the weekly offering. What she actually did was hide us in the catacombs and bring us food daily. That was until recently, when those damned hedge wizards that call themselves “Dread Lords of the Bones” started coming down here trying to raise the dead.”
"Who's asking if someone needs killed? That sounds like one of Creech's thugs. Thick-skulled and narrow-minded."
The man looks at Folsorm and Rhogar intently: "Listen. You seem smart, well, at least smarter than that bloke back there. I can hear him breathing through his mouth from here. As I said, we can't risk going above ground, and our benefactor has not shown up in a while. We suspect she may have had a run-in with the "bonehead lords" that keep bringing their lackeys down here and cavorting with the dead. This place is massive. That's why Sister Irulan placed us here. Easy to get lost or avoid being found, if you catch my drift. Sister Irulan may have been able to avoid them, but if she has, she's still unable to come and go to us freely. We need her help, and she probably needs help. The thing is, these catacombs aren't just full of bones. You can find the occasional silver ring and gold tooth among the skeletons. We have gathered a few pieces of gold and silver. Here, take these. Consider it an investment from us in buying your good faith. Please help Sister Irulan if you can. If you can help her and assure her safety, we can tell you some locations where there are some locked vaults that you may be able to find a way into. Those have to be full of riches, judging by the gilded lettering on them."
“How obsevsnt of you to noteese our powerful, bulging intoolect. I am very happy to help out, especially if there is potential treasure and adventure involved. Tell me friend. What was last location of your bennyfactor? Also, in show of trust maybe you tell us location of one such treasure holes eh?”
Lyoko, steps forward, "Leave these peasants to ****. They deserve at least that given the state of this land. We'll be on our way and will lend a hand to Sister Irulan if we can. If you could tell us where we might start looking for her it would help your cause."
Stoopeed says: « Leave them their treasure please. We are trespassing on their territory after all. I am a protector of the great Ducons, not a vulgar bandit. ‘Has been like that for generations.. »
Digg scuttles behind the others, hoping to get a glance of the peep show, but deterred by his lack of height. "I always miss the good stuff...", he mutters as the group moves on.
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Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd) Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"It so happens we're looking for Sister Irulen as well, we'd appreciate any tips you might have as to where she's been known to be down here in the catacombs"
“I like this leonin fella, he’s got our best interests at heart... there’s a fountain here, perpetually blessed by the Lord of Light. The water is always pure, and it radiates some kind of energy. Only fiends and undead need fear it, Sister Irulan says. We get our water from there and she used to bring us food. Anyways, you can turn left when facing the fountain and go to the undercroft of the temple, or go right and that’s where the catacombs continue. I suspect that’s where the Sister and those boneheads would be. Beyond that, I can’t tell you much other than that the sister was well... looking for something in the oldest parts of the catacombs. Something about doing it for the Ducon, and the people.”
Folsorm will tip toe up, wondering who in the Nine Hells eats brains...
Stealth 9
Folsorm tiptoes, the sounds of the moaning and groaning getting louder. In the dim light, Folsorm sees an undulating mass, with a grimy male head thrown backwards, mouth agape.
"Yes...gimme that brain!"
The lower part of the mass continues to undulate. Abruptly , a rat runs under Folsorm's foot as he traipses closer. The rat squeaks loudly before scurrying directly towards the mass.
The mass separates into two distinct forms.
Both human.
"Aagh! A rat!", says the grimy woman , scrambling backwards on all fours who was on her knees moments before.
"Black gods of the pit!" exclaims the human who was standing. "The only fun we can afford, and it gets spoiled. Woe are we!"
Spotting Folsorm, the man says. "So, one of Creech's thugs, eh? Haven't you bastards taken enough from us? Take our money, our home, now you want to steal the last pleasure my wife can give me."
The man smashes a bottle against the brick wall. "All right, you blackguard, you may have taken my meager fortune and home, but my wife's mouth is mine alone!"
In spite of his drunken bravado, you can see that the man is clearly not accustomed to any kind of fighting.
What do you do?
Stoopeed hears the broken glass sound and mumbles, but can't make out what was said. He watches Folsorm, waiting for a sign.
Folsorm says "Pardon the interruption, we're not one of the Creech's thugs, in fact, I don't know who Creech is. We are however here to support the Ducon and are heading to the catacombs to search out strange events there. We could surely whoop you, rather easily I daresay, but if you and the, um, misses want to head back to the surface, we'll not stop you."
Stoopeed looks confused. He turns towards his companions and says: « I don’t know.. something about whooping someone’s missis.. »
“Back to the surface? Ha!” the man says ruefully. “We came to the temple begging for alms and Sister Irulan gave us refuge. When Creech’s leg breakers started rousting the homeless shelter, Sister Irulan refused to give us to those thugs and said that we had skipped town after filching the weekly offering. What she actually did was hide us in the catacombs and bring us food daily. That was until recently, when those damned hedge wizards that call themselves “Dread Lords of the Bones” started coming down here trying to raise the dead.”
Meanwhile, the woman demurely pulls a curly hair from her tongue. She smiles weakly at you then resumes staring at the ground.
Rhogar eyes the duo and their story suspiciously. He thinks they are leaving something out.
Insight: 11
Rhogar suspects this couple's fetish is dressing up like the homeless and banging amongst the dead.
Stoopeed asks the ones up front: "What's going on? Do I need to kill anything?"
"Who's asking if someone needs killed? That sounds like one of Creech's thugs. Thick-skulled and narrow-minded."
The man looks at Folsorm and Rhogar intently: "Listen. You seem smart, well, at least smarter than that bloke back there. I can hear him breathing through his mouth from here. As I said, we can't risk going above ground, and our benefactor has not shown up in a while. We suspect she may have had a run-in with the "bonehead lords" that keep bringing their lackeys down here and cavorting with the dead. This place is massive. That's why Sister Irulan placed us here. Easy to get lost or avoid being found, if you catch my drift. Sister Irulan may have been able to avoid them, but if she has, she's still unable to come and go to us freely. We need her help, and she probably needs help. The thing is, these catacombs aren't just full of bones. You can find the occasional silver ring and gold tooth among the skeletons. We have gathered a few pieces of gold and silver. Here, take these. Consider it an investment from us in buying your good faith. Please help Sister Irulan if you can. If you can help her and assure her safety, we can tell you some locations where there are some locked vaults that you may be able to find a way into. Those have to be full of riches, judging by the gilded lettering on them."
“How obsevsnt of you to noteese our powerful, bulging intoolect. I am very happy to help out, especially if there is potential treasure and adventure involved. Tell me friend. What was last location of your bennyfactor? Also, in show of trust maybe you tell us location of one such treasure holes eh?”
"Sakes alive! We just gave you all our valuables! Is that not enough? Are you sure you don't work for Creech?" screeches the man.
Lyoko, steps forward, "Leave these peasants to ****. They deserve at least that given the state of this land. We'll be on our way and will lend a hand to Sister Irulan if we can. If you could tell us where we might start looking for her it would help your cause."
Stoopeed says: « Leave them their treasure please. We are trespassing on their territory after all. I am a protector of the great Ducons, not a vulgar bandit. ‘Has been like that for generations.. »
Digg scuttles behind the others, hoping to get a glance of the peep show, but deterred by his lack of height. "I always miss the good stuff...", he mutters as the group moves on.
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"It so happens we're looking for Sister Irulen as well, we'd appreciate any tips you might have as to where she's been known to be down here in the catacombs"
“I like this leonin fella, he’s got our best interests at heart... there’s a fountain here, perpetually blessed by the Lord of Light. The water is always pure, and it radiates some kind of energy. Only fiends and undead need fear it, Sister Irulan says. We get our water from there and she used to bring us food. Anyways, you can turn left when facing the fountain and go to the undercroft of the temple, or go right and that’s where the catacombs continue. I suspect that’s where the Sister and those boneheads would be. Beyond that, I can’t tell you much other than that the sister was well... looking for something in the oldest parts of the catacombs. Something about doing it for the Ducon, and the people.”
“The fountain is a few hundred paces that way”, points the man.
Stoopid smiles when hearing "for the Ducon" and shouts "FOR THE DUCONS".. (He can't help it.)