A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
The coastal reigaar from earlier stares at the thri-kreen
They look back at you, and a strange, wavering voice rings out inside of your head. Hey, uh, I'm very much lost and all the plants here are jerks. Where am I?
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar with piercing orange eyes watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 16 hit points of damage.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 26 hit points of damage.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 26 hit points of damage.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
Nope. I'm just lost. I'd be able to orienteer wayyyyyy better if I was underground. I hate the sun, man... They look up, their antennae clattering slightly. Want some Underdark goods, by the way? Most of them are hallucinogenic by the way!
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 26 hit points of damage.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
Nope. I'm just lost. I'd be able to orienteer wayyyyyy better if I was underground. I hate the sun, man... They look up, their antennae clattering slightly. Want some Underdark goods, by the way? Most of them are hallucinogenic by the way!
He nods, smiling wide “I’m definitely willing to take some hallucinogenics man, but first, how about I lead you somewhere where you won’t have to worry about the sun, or maybe get you even back to where you might want to go.”
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 26 hit points of damage.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
Nope. I'm just lost. I'd be able to orienteer wayyyyyy better if I was underground. I hate the sun, man... They look up, their antennae clattering slightly. Want some Underdark goods, by the way? Most of them are hallucinogenic by the way!
He nods, smiling wide “I’m definitely willing to take some hallucinogenics man, but first, how about I lead you somewhere where you won’t have to worry about the sun, or maybe get you even back to where you might want to go.”
Oh I don't want to go anywhere in particular... I'm just making my way through life. Trying to stay on top where I should be! But where would you like to take me?
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 26 hit points of damage.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
Nope. I'm just lost. I'd be able to orienteer wayyyyyy better if I was underground. I hate the sun, man... They look up, their antennae clattering slightly. Want some Underdark goods, by the way? Most of them are hallucinogenic by the way!
He nods, smiling wide “I’m definitely willing to take some hallucinogenics man, but first, how about I lead you somewhere where you won’t have to worry about the sun, or maybe get you even back to where you might want to go.”
Oh I don't want to go anywhere in particular... I'm just making my way through life. Trying to stay on top where I should be! But where would you like to take me?
“I know some dark caves nearby, and they might be able to keep you out of being blind and all that.” They begin to moves through the forest, leading them in that direction confidently.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 26 hit points of damage.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
Nope. I'm just lost. I'd be able to orienteer wayyyyyy better if I was underground. I hate the sun, man... They look up, their antennae clattering slightly. Want some Underdark goods, by the way? Most of them are hallucinogenic by the way!
He nods, smiling wide “I’m definitely willing to take some hallucinogenics man, but first, how about I lead you somewhere where you won’t have to worry about the sun, or maybe get you even back to where you might want to go.”
Oh I don't want to go anywhere in particular... I'm just making my way through life. Trying to stay on top where I should be! But where would you like to take me?
“I know some dark caves nearby, and they might be able to keep you out of being blind and all that.” They begin to moves through the forest, leading them in that direction confidently.
They follow closely. I'm not blind out here, I just prefer the dark. The best light sources are magic crystals, torches, everbright deposits, bioluminescent moss, and these guys. They fondly regard their fireflies.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A thri-kreen with a milky-white carapace with pale lilac and lime accents and deep navy compound eyes strolls through the woodland, holding a sickle that shines like the moon in one hand, a longbow in the other, and a warhammer in the two remaining hands. They emit a rhythmic trilling that must be in some way analogous to human humming/whistling, and the flesh of their pectoral area looks unpleasantly scarred and mottled.
A Raigaar watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
*Passive perception is 20*
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 26 hit points of damage.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
Nope. I'm just lost. I'd be able to orienteer wayyyyyy better if I was underground. I hate the sun, man... They look up, their antennae clattering slightly. Want some Underdark goods, by the way? Most of them are hallucinogenic by the way!
He nods, smiling wide “I’m definitely willing to take some hallucinogenics man, but first, how about I lead you somewhere where you won’t have to worry about the sun, or maybe get you even back to where you might want to go.”
Oh I don't want to go anywhere in particular... I'm just making my way through life. Trying to stay on top where I should be! But where would you like to take me?
“I know some dark caves nearby, and they might be able to keep you out of being blind and all that.” They begin to moves through the forest, leading them in that direction confidently.
They follow closely. I'm not blind out here, I just prefer the dark. The best light sources are magic crystals, torches, everbright deposits, bioluminescent moss, and these guys. They fondly regard their fireflies.
“I won’t disagree, but I know it’s probably best that you won’t have to deal with that.” Eventually they reach a cave, dark, damp, cozy “Here ya go, the least I could do for a guest.”
They look back at you, and a strange, wavering voice rings out inside of your head. Hey, uh, I'm very much lost and all the plants here are jerks. Where am I?
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Raigaar with piercing orange eyes watches them from one of the treetops, glaring through the bushes, calmly, their breath silent. They move closer to them, remaining in the leaves above, but not revealing themselves.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
*Passive perception is 20*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Stealth roll:30*
They don't notice anything, and continue on, clicking and trilling as though echolocating in some way. They take out an old glass bottle and uncork it, and a swarm of fireflies pours out of it like a cloud of living stars. The swarm follows the thri-kreen closely as they move through the trees.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They feel a soft tapping of a claw on their shoulder, suddenly they find the Raigaar there “What are you doing here? If you don’t mind my asking of course, I do not want to be considered hostile.”
They screech and whirl around, swiping their sickle at you, as the fireflies cluster close around them. Attack: 19 Damage: 6
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The sickle sticks into their arm, and they wince in pain “Ouch, not hostile, please don’t cut me again.” They hold up their hands.
Aw [gp] sorry sorry sorryyyyy... They groan telepathically, pulling the blade out, buckling it, and running their foreclaws over the wound. The fireflies all land over the raigaar's arm and their light grows soft. The thri-kreen begins a complex, lyrical incantation, and heals you for 16 hit points of damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The wound is easily healed by them “Thank you for healing it, don’t feel bad. I was attacked yesterday too, are you looking for something?” They ask curiously.
Nope. I'm just lost. I'd be able to orienteer wayyyyyy better if I was underground. I hate the sun, man... They look up, their antennae clattering slightly. Want some Underdark goods, by the way? Most of them are hallucinogenic by the way!
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods, smiling wide “I’m definitely willing to take some hallucinogenics man, but first, how about I lead you somewhere where you won’t have to worry about the sun, or maybe get you even back to where you might want to go.”
Oh I don't want to go anywhere in particular... I'm just making my way through life. Trying to stay on top where I should be! But where would you like to take me?
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I know some dark caves nearby, and they might be able to keep you out of being blind and all that.” They begin to moves through the forest, leading them in that direction confidently.
They follow closely. I'm not blind out here, I just prefer the dark. The best light sources are magic crystals, torches, everbright deposits, bioluminescent moss, and these guys. They fondly regard their fireflies.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I won’t disagree, but I know it’s probably best that you won’t have to deal with that.” Eventually they reach a cave, dark, damp, cozy “Here ya go, the least I could do for a guest.”
Pch-Ptah is roaming around the woodland, followed by his swarm.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Revival*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
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