The triton looks up into the face of the firbolg and admits, “Harrr!… Tritons aren’t particularly well known for their libraries either!… Waterlogged books don’t fair too well, so they don’t!…”.
”But I’ve been around the block once or twice… And I’ve never seen hide nor hair of any ‘gods’, if you please!…”.
While he’s talking, he uncorks his waterskin, catching a handful of water before making the drips and globules dance in the palm of his hand, and jump from fingertip to fingertip, mimicking the firbolg’s trick…
”Ah-harr!… You know what they say about when fire and water meet?!…. I think we’re going to have a right old time, my big friend…”.
He goes to hold his wet palm out (droplets swirling endlessly around his fingers), ready to shake with the fiery palm of the firbolg…
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The firbolg looks at the triton's wet hand distastefully before reaching out and shaking with his right (non-fire hand), and wiping the damp off on his clothes after.
Despite the scaled one having asked the question, the firebolg addresses his response to the centurion, raising a finger and lighting a flame at its tip as they list off each piece of info they gained.
"There's some sort of... force that didn't like certain questions being asked, so will try to share what was learned."
((If WIS Save is needed again to share: 14))
"The one that looked like a human wanted proof of strength before answering questions. After fighting to a standstill, they agreed to answer a few questions each. Human gods can be killed, and that might be the only way to stop the invasion that is happening soon. There are multiple enchanted weapons within a few days of here. The god from the crystal isn't dead, but in the human capital. If want to beat the human gods, need to know how they got their powers during the War. Think answers might be in old stories... if know how they got made, maybe can be unmade, or new gods found. The force didn't like asking how they got their powers or how non-humans might get gods of their own."
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
God books are probably in temples. Old books may bay in some old archives, with a reasonably old, if fragmented archive in the citadel ancient books may be in sites of old battles with humans in the last Great War. Truly ancient books may be in some remote treasure troves or a dragon's hoard.
Firebolg recounts the following:
"The one that looked like a human wanted proof of strength before answering questions. After fighting to a standstill, they agreed to answer a few questions each. Human gods can be killed, and that might be the only way to stop the invasion that is happening soon. There are multiple enchanted weapons within a few days of here. The god from the crystal isn't dead, but in the human capital."
You have a brief feeling you have missed something that you wanted to say, but it vanishes quickly.
Gruntor silently nods along as Fire-bolg gives an explanation."That humans was tough as well. He offered to fight us and I bashed him goods, but didn't seem to bothers him"
Gruntor glances over at the other Bugbear, looking closely...could it be?
Leesha's interest fades as she realizes how little the firebolg and bugbear have to offer and her disappointment comes out as scorn,
"Fine and good to say that a god can be killed but where is the how? Are these weapons supposed to do that? Where are these supposed weapons beyond a few days away from here? Do you actually have any useful information?"
Captain Isaac chips in. “Seems we have a veritable treasure hunt on our hands! … Books, items, weapons!…Yarrr!!”.
”Harr!… And just a vague direction to be going on too!…”. He paces around as he speaks to everyone, or no one, or just to himself..
”Hmm…. Tis not ideal, it’s true!… A good map wouldn’t go amiss, that’s for sure!… Or a clue!… or something! Dash blarn it!!… We must have more to go on!…”.
From his tone it’s hard to tell if he’s angry, delighted, raring to go, or about to call it all off. Or perhaps all of the above…
You still have your knowledge, it just briefly slips from your mind whenever you want to say it directly.
The centurion looks at the group.
"Well I need you to do is to give us an edge in the confict with the humans. If you have confidence in these god stories then look into these. If you need to gather intel, then do so. If the answer was straightforward, then I wouldn't need a special independent group like you. I would just order some soldiers from to get it.
If need be, you can access the archives of the citadel."
The bugbear, huge and armored, has been turned to the side as the conversation unfolds. He hold a truly enormous maul by the end of the handle, the head near the ground, pogoing up and down seemingly without a pattern. Smashing smaller rocks into pebbles. And something… furred? Feathered? Bedraggled? In the middle of the destruction, making bizarre, high-pitched squeaks. Unharmed. Bug-eyed and nervous but unharmed.
An enormous hand reaches down with a soft but resonant chuckle and, lifting up a small bug-eyed, ugly bird, says “No fear, Sweet-Ums. Shun never miss. Cept that one time.”
He turns to face the centurion and then the group, eyes furrowed at the new arrivals. Standing straight, he’s just shy of 8 feet tall and wearing a set of very fine-looking black armor. His face has large but distinguished features, a serious look, and a slightly vacant expression.He shifts the massive maul up to his shoulder with no effort and places the bird into a nook of his armor, between the breastplate and the shoulder pauldron. The bird settles in with some sense of familiarity, though its bug-eyed expression and periodic terrified-sounding “meeps” suggest that it’s mental health is not perfect.
He weighs in briefly, catching up on the conversation, “Shun know stones. And know gods. Well, just one god. Him-Self. He not bleed. Wait… Gruntor?”
Hearing the name and hearing him speak, Gruntor now has no doubt. He runs forward and grabs Shun in a bear hug. "Cousin Shun! Goods stuffs! No see from last last time we drank much grog and had projectile vomit contest. Hmmm, maybe you still have smells? I smashed a giant! We fought an old human with big magicks. Now we looking for stuff to kill human gods. Can you still reads it and count stuff good? How is old uncle Gotardly? Does he still have the stink-foot?"
@ShadIn, does Leesha's sage researcher background help her out on this? 'When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it.' Also would you like a roll for the actual researching? History?))
The touching family reunion ignored, Leesha addresses the centurion,
"I can check the archives for any mention on the location of these magical weapons and on gods." She shoots the firebolg a dirty look, "But given the little I have to go on I would appreciate some competent help so I don't spend the next year looking."
Captain Isaac chips in again, “I could perhaps help ye, m’lady, if it be pleasing ya!… I’m smarter than I look, and know my way around a map, if you’re looking for a location…”. He lets the offer hang in the air, while presenting an arms-wide, ‘at you service’ semi-bow (still with that awful toothy grin).
Sage background can give you an idea on where to look, and likely find at least some information (History religion or arcana check depending on context). Actual "researching" aka poring through many books so specific skills/spells or similar, would be a downtime activity.
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((Same modifier for all three, so same-same!))
Leesha looks over at the Captain narrows her eyes at him assessingly, with a shake of her head she turns back to the centurion,
"Fine. Any more centurion? As you say, the humans are coming and time may be short."
Regardless of what the centurion offers she signals the captain to follow her to the archives to see what they can find that may be of use. She'll check on any information about enchanted weapons being nearby as that is the most pressing and least far-fetched of the firebolg's claims.
She grabs the most likely volumes to be of use and drops a few of them in front of the Captain.
"Looking for enchanted weapons within three to four days of the citadel mentioned. You do read goblin, right?" When he invariably fails to meets up with her low expectations she goes through the books she takes the ones she placed in front of him and exchanges them for ones in common. She turns to her pile of books with the parting advice,
"Let me know if you find words you don't understand."
History/arcana/religion check: 20
((I am going to roll this with advantage just in case the help from the Grwo grants it!))
The archives are full of routine documents relating to the management of large citadel: requisitions, inventories and so on, no magical weapons. The religious tomes are equally mundane for most of the information, lamenting the gradual decay in the number of monster folk attending temples in over the decades.
There is some reference to the local dragon among the records and the dragon hoard on a mountain peak visible from the citadel. However no mention of any god-killing ability for anything.
You note none of the records of the archive are from over 100 years ago.
The firebolg is amused by the bugbear reunion. "Heh. Bugbearhug."
The firebolg promises to keep his bird outside the archives, and not to ignite while within, if the snake woman wants his assistance. He remarks that he is fluent in Elvish, Giant and Primordial, though books in the latter two are few and far between.
If he's refused entry, it's about what he expected, and he'll wait outside, reminding her that the older the better... books about what happened 500 years ago might be special access or the like.
The triton looks up into the face of the firbolg and admits, “Harrr!… Tritons aren’t particularly well known for their libraries either!… Waterlogged books don’t fair too well, so they don’t!…”.
”But I’ve been around the block once or twice… And I’ve never seen hide nor hair of any ‘gods’, if you please!…”.
While he’s talking, he uncorks his waterskin, catching a handful of water before making the drips and globules dance in the palm of his hand, and jump from fingertip to fingertip, mimicking the firbolg’s trick…
”Ah-harr!… You know what they say about when fire and water meet?!…. I think we’re going to have a right old time, my big friend…”.
He goes to hold his wet palm out (droplets swirling endlessly around his fingers), ready to shake with the fiery palm of the firbolg…
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Leesha fully ignores Isaac and repeats her question, curiosity leaking in,
"What did this human suggest Firebolg. I've read many books and may have insights on what the human claims."
Religion or history on god books: 28
The firbolg looks at the triton's wet hand distastefully before reaching out and shaking with his right (non-fire hand), and wiping the damp off on his clothes after.
Despite the scaled one having asked the question, the firebolg addresses his response to the centurion, raising a finger and lighting a flame at its tip as they list off each piece of info they gained.
"There's some sort of... force that didn't like certain questions being asked, so will try to share what was learned."
((If WIS Save is needed again to share: 14))
"The one that looked like a human wanted proof of strength before answering questions. After fighting to a standstill, they agreed to answer a few questions each. Human gods can be killed, and that might be the only way to stop the invasion that is happening soon. There are multiple enchanted weapons within a few days of here. The god from the crystal isn't dead, but in the human capital. If want to beat the human gods, need to know how they got their powers during the War. Think answers might be in old stories... if know how they got made, maybe can be unmade, or new gods found. The force didn't like asking how they got their powers or how non-humans might get gods of their own."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
@Rodgeir,
God books are probably in temples. Old books may bay in some old archives, with a reasonably old, if fragmented archive in the citadel ancient books may be in sites of old battles with humans in the last Great War. Truly ancient books may be in some remote treasure troves or a dragon's hoard.
Firebolg recounts the following:
"The one that looked like a human wanted proof of strength before answering questions. After fighting to a standstill, they agreed to answer a few questions each. Human gods can be killed, and that might be the only way to stop the invasion that is happening soon. There are multiple enchanted weapons within a few days of here. The god from the crystal isn't dead, but in the human capital."
You have a brief feeling you have missed something that you wanted to say, but it vanishes quickly.
@DM
The knowledge is still there, he just forgot that he was going to share it?
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Gruntor silently nods along as Fire-bolg gives an explanation. "That humans was tough as well. He offered to fight us and I bashed him goods, but didn't seem to bothers him"
Gruntor glances over at the other Bugbear, looking closely...could it be?
Leesha's interest fades as she realizes how little the firebolg and bugbear have to offer and her disappointment comes out as scorn,
"Fine and good to say that a god can be killed but where is the how? Are these weapons supposed to do that? Where are these supposed weapons beyond a few days away from here? Do you actually have any useful information?"
The firebolg barks a rasping laugh.
"Sharp tongue might do to bleed a god."
"Like was said, that's why old stories in books maybe have more.", there's a brief flicker of confusion that passes over his face.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Leesha shifts her attention to the centurion with exasperation,
"How am I to assist them if they don't even know what they are planning to do?"
She takes a deep breath through her nose, and adds with a modicum of deference,
"Sir, What would you have us do?"
Captain Isaac chips in. “Seems we have a veritable treasure hunt on our hands! … Books, items, weapons!…Yarrr!!”.
”Harr!… And just a vague direction to be going on too!…”. He paces around as he speaks to everyone, or no one, or just to himself..
”Hmm…. Tis not ideal, it’s true!… A good map wouldn’t go amiss, that’s for sure!… Or a clue!… or something! Dash blarn it!!… We must have more to go on!…”.
From his tone it’s hard to tell if he’s angry, delighted, raring to go, or about to call it all off. Or perhaps all of the above…
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
@Firebolg
You still have your knowledge, it just briefly slips from your mind whenever you want to say it directly.
The centurion looks at the group.
"Well I need you to do is to give us an edge in the confict with the humans. If you have confidence in these god stories then look into these. If you need to gather intel, then do so. If the answer was straightforward, then I wouldn't need a special independent group like you. I would just order some soldiers from to get it.
If need be, you can access the archives of the citadel."
The bugbear, huge and armored, has been turned to the side as the conversation unfolds. He hold a truly enormous maul by the end of the handle, the head near the ground, pogoing up and down seemingly without a pattern. Smashing smaller rocks into pebbles. And something… furred? Feathered? Bedraggled? In the middle of the destruction, making bizarre, high-pitched squeaks. Unharmed. Bug-eyed and nervous but unharmed.
An enormous hand reaches down with a soft but resonant chuckle and, lifting up a small bug-eyed, ugly bird, says “No fear, Sweet-Ums. Shun never miss. Cept that one time.”
He turns to face the centurion and then the group, eyes furrowed at the new arrivals. Standing straight, he’s just shy of 8 feet tall and wearing a set of very fine-looking black armor. His face has large but distinguished features, a serious look, and a slightly vacant expression. He shifts the massive maul up to his shoulder with no effort and places the bird into a nook of his armor, between the breastplate and the shoulder pauldron. The bird settles in with some sense of familiarity, though its bug-eyed expression and periodic terrified-sounding “meeps” suggest that it’s mental health is not perfect.
He weighs in briefly, catching up on the conversation, “Shun know stones. And know gods. Well, just one god. Him-Self. He not bleed. Wait… Gruntor?”
He steps forward…
Hearing the name and hearing him speak, Gruntor now has no doubt. He runs forward and grabs Shun in a bear hug. "Cousin Shun! Goods stuffs! No see from last last time we drank much grog and had projectile vomit contest. Hmmm, maybe you still have smells? I smashed a giant! We fought an old human with big magicks. Now we looking for stuff to kill human gods. Can you still reads it and count stuff good? How is old uncle Gotardly? Does he still have the stink-foot?"
((Ha! Stinkfoot sounds terminal!
@ShadIn, does Leesha's sage researcher background help her out on this? 'When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it.' Also would you like a roll for the actual researching? History?))
The touching family reunion ignored, Leesha addresses the centurion,
"I can check the archives for any mention on the location of these magical weapons and on gods." She shoots the firebolg a dirty look, "But given the little I have to go on I would appreciate some competent help so I don't spend the next year looking."
The firbolg is feeding an orange berry to the scarlet bird on his shoulder.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Captain Isaac chips in again, “I could perhaps help ye, m’lady, if it be pleasing ya!… I’m smarter than I look, and know my way around a map, if you’re looking for a location…”. He lets the offer hang in the air, while presenting an arms-wide, ‘at you service’ semi-bow (still with that awful toothy grin).
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
@Leesha
Sage background can give you an idea on where to look, and likely find at least some information (History religion or arcana check depending on context). Actual "researching" aka poring through many books so specific skills/spells or similar, would be a downtime activity.
((Same modifier for all three, so same-same!))
Leesha looks over at the Captain narrows her eyes at him assessingly, with a shake of her head she turns back to the centurion,
"Fine. Any more centurion? As you say, the humans are coming and time may be short."
Regardless of what the centurion offers she signals the captain to follow her to the archives to see what they can find that may be of use. She'll check on any information about enchanted weapons being nearby as that is the most pressing and least far-fetched of the firebolg's claims.
She grabs the most likely volumes to be of use and drops a few of them in front of the Captain.
"Looking for enchanted weapons within three to four days of the citadel mentioned. You do read goblin, right?" When he invariably fails to meets up with her low expectations she goes through the books she takes the ones she placed in front of him and exchanges them for ones in common. She turns to her pile of books with the parting advice,
"Let me know if you find words you don't understand."
History/arcana/religion check: 20
((I am going to roll this with advantage just in case the help from the Grwo grants it!))
The archives are full of routine documents relating to the management of large citadel: requisitions, inventories and so on, no magical weapons. The religious tomes are equally mundane for most of the information, lamenting the gradual decay in the number of monster folk attending temples in over the decades.
There is some reference to the local dragon among the records and the dragon hoard on a mountain peak visible from the citadel. However no mention of any god-killing ability for anything.
You note none of the records of the archive are from over 100 years ago.
The firebolg is amused by the bugbear reunion. "Heh. Bugbearhug."
The firebolg promises to keep his bird outside the archives, and not to ignite while within, if the snake woman wants his assistance. He remarks that he is fluent in Elvish, Giant and Primordial, though books in the latter two are few and far between.
If he's refused entry, it's about what he expected, and he'll wait outside, reminding her that the older the better... books about what happened 500 years ago might be special access or the like.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock