"I apologize for my outburst but know that if you have secured our artifacts, I expect you to hand them over." He ponders for a moment, "If you did no harm to my seekers and do indeed have the sword, hammer, and trident, I will reward you for them. The Dwarf Lords know they are rightfully ours. I cannot allow them to be stolen twice!"
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-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Tommary the Unworthy hunkers a kneel by Toots, putting a Coach Taylor style hand of reassurance on her shoulder, he commiserates whispers to her a reprisal of his greatest hit, "When we went down into this mountain earlier this season, everybody wrote the Waywatchers off. Everybody. Yet here we are before yet another champion of this mountain. 40,000 people back in High Cliffs have also written us off. But there are some who do still believe in you, a few who’d never give up on you. When you speak for us those are the people I want in your mind. Those are the people I want in your heart. Everyone at some point in their life is gonna lose a battle. Toots, you will lose at least two. You're gonna fight and you're gonna lose, and Toots, you're going to do it twice. But what proves someone's soul, is that in the midst of that battle, you do not lose yourself. This game is not over; this battle is not over. So let’s hear it one more time, together. Clear eyes, full hearts, CAN’T LOSE!" and he then winks delivering an unsaid, "Now blaze away with that BS cannon anatomy terms your mouth" and gets up.
1d8 inspiration for Toots.
OOC: throwback, and I'm ok with that, I'll have to deliver this to Ely at a moment of truth too to complete the trifecta.
While the stranger was preoccupied answering Ily and Tommary was right there she Toots slyly handed off the scarab to him. (Sleight of hand: 22) 🤞 She silently answers his message: “Lemme at ‘im, I’ll verbally splat ‘im.”
With that done and the stranger seeming to relax she takes another quick moment to cast detect thoughts.
OOC: I want to know what Toots’ gut tells her about this guy. (Insight: 7)
“Hey! Khaza'gul?!?” Toots asks with a look on her face that tries to say “are you the manager?” (Performance: 11) / (Persuasion: 31) 👈 (Whichever you feel works best.)
🤞
"Do NOT! Mention that name here puppy!"
You get the feeling that that is not his name.
With just a teeny-tiny bit of help Toots quietlyroars“PUPPY!?!” as she stomps her tiny li’l way through the door up towards this new stranger.
Stopping directly before him she cranes her neck to look directly up at him from under the floppy, oversized brim of her hat. With one small fist balled up on her hip, she wags the index finger of her other hand at him scoldingly. “And who are you callin’ ‘feng-shui nunchukin’ thieves’ anyway you too-tall, pointy-eared ****?!? Why, if I weren't a lady I would stomp on your foot and punch you right in the danglies ya got there at speedball hight mister.” Folding her arms crossly across her chest with an exaggerated flourish, a twinkle of petit fury in her eyes she continues: “Luckily for you I am a lady, and I'm tryin'a be a better person. So I'll simply take your apology instead of your manhood. Agreed…?” Toots let the glamour fade from her eyes as she finished her statement.
“Now, how about we start this conversation over, politely. My name’s Toots’ and I’m a Waywatcher who is hot, hungry, tired, and would dearly love to take a bath in your fountain if you don’t mind, and those are my friends. What’s your name, why are you here in that som’***** whatshisnuts’ mountain, and where can we find said som’***** anyhow?” At that toots produces a small, round plate from her purse saying “[HO]” to it. She then offers it up towards this stranger as a fresh-baked treat materializes upon it. “Cookie?” (Persuasion: 31) 🤞
OOC: I think she can I think she can I think she can.
Ilyara, hearing the whispered(?) warnings of the other Waywatchers' blades, forced her twitching, itching hand up from her blade and rod.
"Easy on the magical artillery, friend. Th' simple fact that you've no idea who we are is evidence enough you're not who I was afraid ye are," she said. "We're Waywatchers, guardians and scouts from the city of Cliffside, sent here to retrieve artifacts stolen from the town and explore this gobshyte-infested hellheap y'can see back here," she said, jamming a thumb back over her shoulder at the literal magma-strewn hellscape behind her.
"We've spent most of a week wading through actual shit, fighting off bloodsucking murder fish, negotiatin' with a troop of goblins with itchy trigger fingers, dealing with a downright unreasonable number'a highly unpleasant traps, possibly savin' Christmas, and generally having a poor time of it. We found this door in the...third or so most unpleasant room in th' mountain, and when we opened it? There ye were. That's our tale. What of you?" Ilyara asked. The whole while keeping a careful, watchful eye on the elf's face, searching for any sign that his surprise and wariness was a ruse.
A barely noticeable mix of emotions pass over his features but aggravation is certainly one of them.
"Cliffside? Those bun tyen-shung duh ee-dway-ro bearded thieves! The weapons have been part of OUR treasures for generations!"
He stands and glares at you, then calms, "But wait, you saw no sign of Elven warriors? Waywatchers are known for their sense of duty and honor. Surely you would tell me if you encountered my team?"
OOC: I got another 31 on her Persuasion again, and not only does Toots still have Tommary’s Inspiration, she just offered dude a cookie. Who says “no” to convincing cookies?!?
With just a teeny-tiny bit of help Toots quietlyroars“PUPPY!?!” as she stomps her tiny li’l way through the door up towards this new stranger.
Stopping directly before him she cranes her neck to look directly up at him from under the floppy, oversized brim of her hat. With one small fist balled up on her hip, she ways the index finger of her other had at him scoldingly. “And who are you callin’ ‘feng-shui nunchukin’ thieves’ anyway you too-tall, pointy-eared ****?!? Why, if I weren't a lady I would stomp on your foot and punch you right in the danglies ya got there at speedball hight mister.” Folding her arms crossly across her chest with an exaggerated flourish, a twinkle of petit fury in her eyes she continues: “Luckily for you I am a lady, and I'm tryin'a be a better person. So I'll simply take your apology instead of your manhood. Agreed…?” Toots let the glamour fade from her eyes as she finished her statement.
“Now, how about we start this conversation over, politely. My name’s Toots’ and I’m a Waywatcher who is hot, hungry, tired, and would dearly love to take a bath in your fountain if you don’t mind, and those are my friends. What’s your name, why are you here in that som’***** whatshisnuts’ mountain, and where can we find said som’***** anyhow?” At that toots produces a small, round plate from her purse saying “[HO]” to it. She then offers it up towards this stranger as a fresh-baked treat materializes upon it. “Cookie?” (Persuasion: 31) 🤞
*Your Detect Thoughts spell bounces*
The Elf is taken aback at first. You can't tell if it's Toots' gumption or her special...bouquet. He listens patiently to her tirade, arms crossed but wand still in hand, blinks twice then
"HAhahahah! Oh my, you are an entertaining one. I am Ganghan Bul, Duke of Northern Fire," he gives a congenial nod then with a broad arcing wave at the wide window, he gestures, "You are no longer at the mountain of steam."
The view overlooks gently curving canals running between bands of farmland and decorative gardens. The network stretches for hundreds of yards in every direction bordered by lush thick forests. You can see tiny watercraft being poled about with goods or passengers moving busily along the watery road. Looking down and to the side you see sloped terrace works of living art.
"Welcome to Silverthorn."
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
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"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
As he spoke Toots finally looked around to take in her surroundings. Gobsmacked, all she can think to say is: “Does this mean I don’t have to use the fountain?”
Ely sighs a bit at Toots’ impulsiveness. Once it’s clear that following Toots won’t interfere with the effect Toots is wanting to have on the mysterious mage, Ely follows, keeping a wary eye out. Meanwhile she is wracking her brain, as the list of missing items this man provided doesn’t match the list she remembers them being given. For the moment she decides not to say anything about that.
OOC: sorry to have been silent. I’ve been following along, but engaging in a game takes more emotional bandwidth for me than engaging in the forums in other ways, and I’ve been a bit short in that department lately. Nothing terrible: a combination of mild annoyances and upcoming good changes IRL. That and the longer I’m silent the harder it seems to be to re-engage.
OOC: On the assumption that Ilyara's apparently a Lowtowner without much in the way of formal education beyond the basics and Waywatcher training...has she heard of Silverthorn, and if so what sort of general attitude would other Lowtowners hold of the town? History 19 (Untrained/no proficiency), if it helps.
And don't sweat it, AD. No need to feel shy about engaging, the more other people post the less bad I feel about posting myself.
Ely sighs a bit at Toots’ impulsiveness. Once it’s clear that following Toots won’t interfere with the effect Toots is wanting to have on the mysterious mage, Ely follows, keeping a wary eye out. Meanwhile she is wracking her brain, as the list of missing items this man provided doesn’t match the list she remembers them being given. For the moment she decides not to say anything about that.
OOC: sorry to have been silent. I’ve been following along, but engaging in a game takes more emotional bandwidth for me than engaging in the forums in other ways, and I’ve been a bit short in that department lately. Nothing terrible: a combination of mild annoyances and upcoming good changes IRL. That and the longer I’m silent the harder it seems to be to re-engage.
OOC: It's totally OK, you gotta take care of you =)
True, you were sent for a Rod, a Sword, and an Amulet. He is asking about a Sword, a Hammer, and a Trident.
OOC: On the assumption that Ilyara's apparently a Lowtowner without much in the way of formal education beyond the basics and Waywatcher training...has she heard of Silverthorn, and if so what sort of general attitude would other Lowtowners hold of the town? History 19 (Untrained/no proficiency), if it helps.
And don't sweat it, AD. No need to feel shy about engaging, the more other people post the less bad I feel about posting myself.
Silverthorn is the city of Elves. Such were the destructive magics used during the Siege that for miles surrounding the Elven forest there is nothing but lifeless wasteland. Rather than seeking shelter underground like the Dwarves or in the sky like the Humans, The Elves intertwined their enchantments with the Sentinel Trees (giants similar to Sequoia but white bark) and kept the demons at bay for centuries.
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The city of Silverthorn centers around a huge pyramidal edifice. The structure stands several hundred yards on a side and each level is tiered with greenery, the brightness of flowers, vines, and misty fountains. The center of each side has rivers which flow both with gravity and against it. Upon these rivers delicate looking cages transport people and goods to various levels of the city.
Surrounding the city center is a maze like flow of gently curved canals and farmlands (similar to chinampas). The outskirts are the wide band of surviving forest, and primary housing for other races.
I'll add more if you wish.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
OOC: sorry to have been silent. I’ve been following along, but engaging in a game takes more emotional bandwidth for me than engaging in the forums in other ways, and I’ve been a bit short in that department lately. Nothing terrible: a combination of mild annoyances and upcoming good changes IRL. That and the longer I’m silent the harder it seems to be to re-engage.
OOC: Actually I think it sort of plays out and pays off as a sort of "quiet gunslinger Clint Eastwood" vibe. So I think it's a good game effect.
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"Silverthorn? No fooling? Huh...ain't that a thing."
Finally opting to step through the door, Ilyara immediately turned and checked the frame of the one on this end, looking for signs of the same DERP gateway. She slipped a pack free and dropped it in the doorway, ensuring it didn't close and cut them off from their retreat right off. As she searched, she decided to chat with the elf just a bit more.
"We found some stuff in th' mountain, sure. Whether it's your stuff, can't say. I do know that if your stuff an' Cliffside's stuff are th' same stuff, we can't necessarily just turn it over to ya," she said, turning to offer the elven mage a rather frank stare. "Put yerself in our boots - you're sent to the mountain to retrieve lost treasures o'yer people, and then ye end up through random happenstance in Cliffside instead'a Silverthorn here. And then someone in Cliffside demands ye abandon yer mission and turn over treasures ya fought an' bled t' recover t' them because of history you were never privy to before bein' sent off back home t' explain to everyone in Silverthorn why you gave the treasures you were sent for to a bitter rival."
"Not saying we'll be unreasonable," she said, "or that we'll fight to th' death over some'a this stuff. But ye seem t' be a person of prestige an' standin' here, eh? Surely you can imagine what your elven warriors would do had they ever found themselves in Cliffside, bein' demanded to turn over treasures you'd sent them through Hell to retrieve? Said yerself that Waywatchers are known for duty an' honor - would ye begrudge us our duty?"
{Nekkid d20 with whatever the heck modifier applies to whatever check Ilyara made for the door: 2. And a persuasion for Elf Mage, in case it matters. hate rolling without the DM's say-so, but that just kinda be how these PbP games do. Disregard if it doesn't matter, Ilyara's not that persuasive anyways. 4.}
Ganghan Bul hums in thought, "Come come, let us have a conversation," he gestures you to come forth and waves at a side room. "Or negotiation as the case may be," he smiles.
Making way for the party "Please," extending his arm to a small meeting or dining space with a low table and comfortable looking cushions set about it. He snaps his fingers at the door and you see a sparkle of enchantment.
Seeing your looks of alarm "AH! Just to keep the smell and heat out, yes?" You do notice that the room becomes much cooler with the blast furnace heat blocked off, and the only swamp sulfur smell is from you not the place you came from.
*With the presumption that you enter and go to the dining room*
A glowing purple mote of light flits to his upraised hand, he murmurs to it, "Bring refreshments please." and it darts out through a different doorway.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
"Ow!" Tommary the Unworthy exclaims after receiving Ilyra's pack on his foot causing him to stumble through the threshold. He delivers a parting kick at the pack in the doorframe as he follows the party into the fancy side room, "Son of a-"
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Jander Sunstar is the thinking person's Drizzt, fight me.
Finally opting to step through the door, Ilyara immediately turned and checked the frame of the one on this end, looking for signs of the same DERP gateway. She slipped a pack free and dropped it in the doorway, ensuring it didn't close and cut them off from their retreat right off. As she searched, she decided to chat with the elf just a bit more.
OOC: Yes, the symbols are similar if not the same on both doors.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Toots tries to discern any dishonesty she can in anything and everything Ganghan Bul says throughout this entire conversation. (Passive Insight 13/Insight Check 10), and either way I’d like to use the Bardic Inspiration she got from Tommary for this one: (Passive +4/Rolled +1). She wants to pump him for information.
“Wow… Silverthorn…. Tell us all about Silverthorn…. Where is it? How far is it from Cliffside? How far is it from that mountain? Speaking of that mountain, tell us all about it… and that evil Wizard Whatshisnuts. What Dwarves? What do you know about Cliffside? How old are you? And those Artifacts you want; tell us all about them too….”
"I apologize for my outburst but know that if you have secured our artifacts, I expect you to hand them over." He ponders for a moment, "If you did no harm to my seekers and do indeed have the sword, hammer, and trident, I will reward you for them. The Dwarf Lords know they are rightfully ours. I cannot allow them to be stolen twice!"
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
While the stranger was preoccupied answering Ily and Tommary was right there she Toots slyly handed off the scarab to him. (Sleight of hand: 22) 🤞 She silently answers his message: “Lemme at ‘im, I’ll verbally splat ‘im.”
With that done and the stranger seeming to relax she takes another quick moment to cast detect thoughts.
With just a teeny-tiny bit of help Toots quietly roars “PUPPY!?!” as she stomps her tiny li’l way through the door up towards this new stranger.
Stopping directly before him she cranes her neck to look directly up at him from under the floppy, oversized brim of her hat. With one small fist balled up on her hip, she wags the index finger of her other hand at him scoldingly. “And who are you callin’ ‘feng-shui nunchukin’ thieves’ anyway you too-tall, pointy-eared ****?!? Why, if I weren't a lady I would stomp on your foot and punch you right in the danglies ya got there at speedball hight mister.” Folding her arms crossly across her chest with an exaggerated flourish, a twinkle of petit fury in her eyes she continues: “Luckily for you I am a lady, and I'm tryin'a be a better person. So I'll simply take your apology instead of your manhood. Agreed…?” Toots let the glamour fade from her eyes as she finished her statement.
“Now, how about we start this conversation over, politely. My name’s Toots’ and I’m a Waywatcher who is hot, hungry, tired, and would dearly love to take a bath in your fountain if you don’t mind, and those are my friends. What’s your name, why are you here in that som’***** whatshisnuts’ mountain, and where can we find said som’***** anyhow?” At that toots produces a small, round plate from her purse saying “[HO]” to it. She then offers it up towards this stranger as a fresh-baked treat materializes upon it. “Cookie?” (Persuasion: 31) 🤞
OOC: I think she can I think she can I think she can.
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Typical. heh...just blurdy typical, really.
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OOC: I got another 31 on her Persuasion again, and not only does Toots still have Tommary’s Inspiration, she just offered dude a cookie. Who says “no” to convincing cookies?!?
Wow, you ain’t lyin’ ‘Rei. At least my d20 rolls land, it’s only my dammy rolls that suck juevos. Your d20 don’t know how not to come up potatoes 🥔.
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*Your Detect Thoughts spell bounces*
The Elf is taken aback at first. You can't tell if it's Toots' gumption or her special...bouquet. He listens patiently to her tirade, arms crossed but wand still in hand, blinks twice then
"HAhahahah! Oh my, you are an entertaining one. I am Ganghan Bul, Duke of Northern Fire," he gives a congenial nod then with a broad arcing wave at the wide window, he gestures, "You are no longer at the mountain of steam."
The view overlooks gently curving canals running between bands of farmland and decorative gardens. The network stretches for hundreds of yards in every direction bordered by lush thick forests. You can see tiny watercraft being poled about with goods or passengers moving busily along the watery road. Looking down and to the side you see sloped terrace works of living art.
"Welcome to Silverthorn."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
As he spoke Toots finally looked around to take in her surroundings. Gobsmacked, all she can think to say is: “Does this mean I don’t have to use the fountain?”
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Ely sighs a bit at Toots’ impulsiveness. Once it’s clear that following Toots won’t interfere with the effect Toots is wanting to have on the mysterious mage, Ely follows, keeping a wary eye out. Meanwhile she is wracking her brain, as the list of missing items this man provided doesn’t match the list she remembers them being given. For the moment she decides not to say anything about that.
OOC: sorry to have been silent. I’ve been following along, but engaging in a game takes more emotional bandwidth for me than engaging in the forums in other ways, and I’ve been a bit short in that department lately. Nothing terrible: a combination of mild annoyances and upcoming good changes IRL. That and the longer I’m silent the harder it seems to be to re-engage.
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OOC: On the assumption that Ilyara's apparently a Lowtowner without much in the way of formal education beyond the basics and Waywatcher training...has she heard of Silverthorn, and if so what sort of general attitude would other Lowtowners hold of the town? History 19 (Untrained/no proficiency), if it helps.
And don't sweat it, AD. No need to feel shy about engaging, the more other people post the less bad I feel about posting myself.
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OOC: It's totally OK, you gotta take care of you =)
True, you were sent for a Rod, a Sword, and an Amulet. He is asking about a Sword, a Hammer, and a Trident.
Silverthorn is the city of Elves. Such were the destructive magics used during the Siege that for miles surrounding the Elven forest there is nothing but lifeless wasteland. Rather than seeking shelter underground like the Dwarves or in the sky like the Humans, The Elves intertwined their enchantments with the Sentinel Trees (giants similar to Sequoia but white bark) and kept the demons at bay for centuries.
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The city of Silverthorn centers around a huge pyramidal edifice. The structure stands several hundred yards on a side and each level is tiered with greenery, the brightness of flowers, vines, and misty fountains. The center of each side has rivers which flow both with gravity and against it. Upon these rivers delicate looking cages transport people and goods to various levels of the city.
Surrounding the city center is a maze like flow of gently curved canals and farmlands (similar to chinampas). The outskirts are the wide band of surviving forest, and primary housing for other races.
I'll add more if you wish.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
OOC: Actually I think it sort of plays out and pays off as a sort of "quiet gunslinger Clint Eastwood" vibe. So I think it's a good game effect.
Jander Sunstar is the thinking person's Drizzt, fight me.
"Silverthorn? No fooling? Huh...ain't that a thing."
Finally opting to step through the door, Ilyara immediately turned and checked the frame of the one on this end, looking for signs of the same DERP gateway. She slipped a pack free and dropped it in the doorway, ensuring it didn't close and cut them off from their retreat right off. As she searched, she decided to chat with the elf just a bit more.
"We found some stuff in th' mountain, sure. Whether it's your stuff, can't say. I do know that if your stuff an' Cliffside's stuff are th' same stuff, we can't necessarily just turn it over to ya," she said, turning to offer the elven mage a rather frank stare. "Put yerself in our boots - you're sent to the mountain to retrieve lost treasures o'yer people, and then ye end up through random happenstance in Cliffside instead'a Silverthorn here. And then someone in Cliffside demands ye abandon yer mission and turn over treasures ya fought an' bled t' recover t' them because of history you were never privy to before bein' sent off back home t' explain to everyone in Silverthorn why you gave the treasures you were sent for to a bitter rival."
"Not saying we'll be unreasonable," she said, "or that we'll fight to th' death over some'a this stuff. But ye seem t' be a person of prestige an' standin' here, eh? Surely you can imagine what your elven warriors would do had they ever found themselves in Cliffside, bein' demanded to turn over treasures you'd sent them through Hell to retrieve? Said yerself that Waywatchers are known for duty an' honor - would ye begrudge us our duty?"
{Nekkid d20 with whatever the heck modifier applies to whatever check Ilyara made for the door: 2. And a persuasion for Elf Mage, in case it matters. hate rolling without the DM's say-so, but that just kinda be how these PbP games do. Disregard if it doesn't matter, Ilyara's not that persuasive anyways. 4.}
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God...DAMNIT...fox...
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Ganghan Bul hums in thought, "Come come, let us have a conversation," he gestures you to come forth and waves at a side room. "Or negotiation as the case may be," he smiles.
Making way for the party "Please," extending his arm to a small meeting or dining space with a low table and comfortable looking cushions set about it. He snaps his fingers at the door and you see a sparkle of enchantment.
Seeing your looks of alarm "AH! Just to keep the smell and heat out, yes?" You do notice that the room becomes much cooler with the blast furnace heat blocked off, and the only swamp sulfur smell is from you not the place you came from.
*With the presumption that you enter and go to the dining room*
A glowing purple mote of light flits to his upraised hand, he murmurs to it, "Bring refreshments please." and it darts out through a different doorway.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
"Ow!" Tommary the Unworthy exclaims after receiving Ilyra's pack on his foot causing him to stumble through the threshold. He delivers a parting kick at the pack in the doorframe as he follows the party into the fancy side room, "Son of a-"
Jander Sunstar is the thinking person's Drizzt, fight me.
OOC: Yes, the symbols are similar if not the same on both doors.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Toots tries to discern any dishonesty she can in anything and everything Ganghan Bul says throughout this entire conversation. (Passive Insight 13/Insight Check 10), and either way I’d like to use the Bardic Inspiration she got from Tommary for this one: (Passive +4/Rolled +1). She wants to pump him for information.
“Wow… Silverthorn…. Tell us all about Silverthorn…. Where is it? How far is it from Cliffside? How far is it from that mountain? Speaking of that mountain, tell us all about it… and that evil Wizard Whatshisnuts. What Dwarves? What do you know about Cliffside? How old are you? And those Artifacts you want; tell us all about them too….”
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
OOC: GDI Wysp, I wasn't hungry until I saw that...
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