By the way, does Kali wear jewelery? Earrings to be exact?
Hm. Most likely just dark, fake-gemstone earrings.
As Ali appears to meet the others the next morning she seems happy and buoyant to start their adventure and she seems to be almost…flaunting, something..as she saunters specifically by Muchorak and Kallie. Those who look closer notice the glint of silver at her ears. Did she pierce her own ears last night?? Yup. Finally her exuberance overflows and she cries out pointing to her head as she twirls around “Look look! Me have pretty pretty too!”
Mercurial as always she then is suddenly subdued as she approaches Big Bear and says in a quiet voice as she looks up at him with her big eyes “Ali pretty too now…like Her..yes yes?”
Ilsoari nods sagely.."You show insight there Kallie..Maybe she has been possessed...but the truth of that that will have to wait until she can be brought to bay. For now we must concentrate on the immediate threat..remember what I always told you..focus"
The young sorceress can't fail to notice that the old scholar is no longer calling her Kali
"Y-yes sir." She regained her composure, taking one of the healing potions and quietly checking her belongings, thankful for the old teacher reinforcing what she hoped was true and for putting her back to the task at hand. She did not catch that she was taking a childlike comfort in that, as if she were still a student in his care, until later.
Keep your head straight, girl. You wanted to prove yourself, so do it!
Mercurial as always she then is suddenly subdued as she approaches Big Bear and says in a quiet voice as she looks up at him with her big eyes “Ali pretty too now…like Her..yes yes?”
Kallie was a bit taken aback by anyone using her as any sort of standard of beauty. Well this is new...Gods, did she do that herself? She tried to see whether or not the gnome had pierced her ears properly, if only to make sure she wasn't bleeding or wouldn't get infected.
Kallie
Ilsoari will tell you that he hasn't said a word since he regained conciousness...the Mayor intends to send him for trial in Magnimar after this current situation is resolved.
Ali ..give me a heal check..which is about the closest thing I can think of for self piercing
In case anyone was confused its still the same day..not next morning..just closer to noon than it was.We'll just say ali's little bit of prettyfication took place last night whilst Muchorak slept
Please state what extra equipment if any you are bringing.Remember a 20% discount applies in town shops
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"The creature we believe we are to face, it is a small thing, yes?" Marak asks. "If this is the case, perhaps it would be useful to ensnare it in a net, or with an alchemical gluepot. Even if the creature is resistant to flame or spell or mundane steel, it may find itself in dire straits if it is entangled, grappled, and plunged headfirst into a barrel of rainwater."
"Although, I will admit, I am not entirely sure if this would work. The creature may have no need for breath, and may be able to slough off an entanglement as easily as it sloughs off it's form to assume another..."
Ilsoari nods "Aye thats what the web is for..just make sure you don't bring flame to close to it or the thing will be freed..a backup plan never goes wrong though"
Ali ..give me a heal check..which is about the closest thing I can think of for self piercing
In case anyone was confused its still the same day..not next morning..just closer to noon than it was.We'll just say ali's little bit of prettyfication took place last night whilst Muchorak slept
If Marak is kind enough to explain to Ali what a tanglefoot bag is she will indeed take to of them and add them to her sack . She will be very curious about them and begin trying to figure out how they work.
Our savage little druid is ready to go soon as everyone else is
As Wolf Spirit comes back with her new decorations and approaches Muchorak, he kneels down and touches her shoulder, "Thory mori Gur fee ni."
Looking at the rest of the companions, "I am ready when you all are. If we do face something that we can not defeat we may return to town for more help or perhaps better supplies."
"I'm ready."
Wellard:
Inikai's AC is improved by 2 because of the pact he has made with Dahlver-nar.
Let me know if you have any questions on they powers he can use.
Looks like we're ready to go..once our thie...err rogue arrives
Not understanding Big Bear's words Ali nevertheless divines his intent and spins away happy again.
Kallie held her finger to her chin, studying the strange gnome. Gods, she trying to imitate me? She really is crazy! she thought with a soft smile. It was rather disarming for her.
Kallie knelt, trying to speak with Alisebett in a softer tone one normally reserved for children. "You did that yourself? That's a good job for a first try. It's a little off, but I can show you how to do it properly if you like." The offer was sincere, but Kallie couldn't help but think that it would be a good idea to learn everything she could from the small woman. Gnomes have strong ties with the fey. I could learn a lot just from speaking with her...
She stood and spoke up along with the others. "I am ready as well." She neglected to mention the meager additional supplies she brought, provided they were still outside the front door where she left them. She wasn't entirely sure she would claim them on the way out.
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You disperse to make the purchases you need and gather at the glassworks about two hours later. Jael is still conspicuous by his absence.
Perception check DC12
Kallie
Besides if she finds out you didnt take it she would be very upset and you wouldn't want to upset your mother would you?You could pack it all into the backpack if you don't want to carry the basket
Seeing the red garbed fellow, "What do you suppose that one is watching for?"
As they left the building, Kallie pointedly called attention to the basket she left by the door outside. "Ah, look. Some kind townsperson must have left this in gratitude to those of us who defended the town during the festival." She knelt to open the basket, revealing all the food and drink that had been stuffed inside. "Such lovely people in our town... Those of you who want any of it, take what you wish. I'll see to it that the basket is returned to whomever gave us this gift."
Kallie looked for the man Muchorak was pointing out. "Possibly just someone coming to gawk at the place in hopes of seeing further violence after what transpired here earlier? Still, red leather...strangely dressed." said the young woman in all black. "Certainly not some yokel." That's it! Sound authoritative!
Wellard:
I will not be posting much today, if at all.
Inikai botched his perception check.
Perception: 6
Romon sees a few in the party look his way and does his best to remain cool. That's got to be them. Though there's more than three. Looked like the old guy in the corner might be their fence.... Dammit. Jael was going to be here to introduce me.He twists his head like there's a kink in his neck. All right. Best just bluff it out.
Summoning his nerve he crosses over to the party. He bows low from the waist (a bow pointed more at Kali than the others, but not outrageously so). "Madames, sirs. I am Normon, late of Magnimar, where I was employed as a man at arms. I believe we have a common friend in Jael. Knowing I was down on my luck, so to speak, he suggested I might work with you."
Romon is slight of build, naturally so for his half-elf blood. His hair is unevenly close-cropped, and you can see some scabs through the thin layer of follicles. His armour is a surprising shade of red. He seems well enough armed for a fighter: shortsword, and two daggers at his waist, another strapped dagger sheathed on his right calf, a short bow and quiver strapped to the pack on his back. His cloak , pack and boots unevenly filmed by dust, as if he has been travelling much lately and recently hurriedly brushed them.
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From his attire, I would think some gullible widow to bilk out of her inheritance. Marak thinks in silent answer to Windstriker's query. He chides himself, as he is far from the city, and there could be a perfectly mundane reason the man has leather dyed in the color of virility. For all he knows his own attire has some local connotations that he is unaware of.
Taking a look over the basket of supplies that appears to have been waiting for them outside of the inn, Marak is puzzled at Kaliciel's stammered explanation. "Such generosity is to be treasured. Tales of adventure so rarely include sleeping in inns and being given baskets of food from generous townsfolk!"
At Ali's interest in the Tanglefoot Bags, Marak will happily go on, once introductions are out of the way, discussing the different ingredients that can go into them, and digress, if she's interested (and perhaps a bit after she's lost interest) in the composition of Alchemist's Fire and strong Acid. He knows less about Sunrods, Thunderstones, etc., having never made one of those items.
Ali let’s the skinny fat man speak as long as he likes as she finds the subject interesting and actually hangs on his every word, seeming to pay attention and understand more than she normally does when people speak in this ‘ci-vi-za-shun’. She thinks to herself Him so Smart!
Ali, not really understanding what embarrassment is let alone why Kallie would feel so about giving food to her friends ignores the girl’s strange emotions and simply looks through the basket. If she finds something to her taste she will happily munch on it as they walk.
As the new man approaches, Ali steps close to the stranger in red and, quite curiously to him, begins to sniff him! After she completes her brief little ritual she stands in front of him, looks up at him and says “Ali say you Ok, no bad, no good.” Not having any fashion sense whatsoever the odd colour of his armour doesn’t stand out so for her rather instead striking her as practical. She touches his leg and says “Good colour for killum Goblins. We go killum Goblins now! Oh, and Kaz..Kaz…Kazit! Ali say you can come killem too, but she keep her eye on you so you no hurt her fre-ends!” As she points her finger menacingly at him. Intimidate (1d20 3=23)
“But we in hurry so you come now” She then turns considering the matter over but after a few steps turns back and looks to Big Bear for confirmation with a question in her eyes.
Trusting in Wolf Spirit's judgement Muchorak nods his approval to her.
You unlock the doors and descend into the depths of the cellar assembling in the room with the tunnel. Everything is quiet..still ness reigns.
The tunnel is tall enough for you to stand upright in..even Muchorak although it is only wide enough for one of you at a time.
You move down the tunnel which winds generally northwards according to Ali who seems to know unerringly which direction you are headed in(know direction is such a useful orison)
From his attire, I would think some gullible widow to bilk out of her inheritance. Marak thinks in silent answer to Windstriker's query. He chides himself, as he is far from the city, and there could be a perfectly mundane reason the man has leather dyed in the color of virility. For all he knows his own attire has some local connotations that he is unaware of.
As the new man approaches, Ali steps close to the stranger in red and, quite curiously to him, begins to sniff him! After she completes her brief little ritual she stands in front of him, looks up at him and says “Ali say you Ok, no bad, no good.” Not having any fashion sense whatsoever the odd colour of his armour doesn’t stand out so for her rather instead striking her as practical. She touches his leg and says “Good colour for killum Goblins. We go killum Goblins now! Oh, and Kaz..Kaz…Kazit! Ali say you can come killem too, but she keep her eye on you so you no hurt her fre-ends!” As she points her finger menacingly at him.“But we in hurry so you come now” She then turns considering the matter over but after a few steps turns back and looks to Big Bear for confirmation with a question in her eyes.
Romon recoils at Alisebett's sniffing approach. But relaxes at her pronouncement that he is OK. He's certainly had worse descriptions. Her sudden thrust of savagery utterly surprises him; he actually takes a pace back from her pointing finger. He smiles nervously. [i] What a bloodthristy little creature. Killing goblins? The big fellow with the swords looks dangerous. That one in green looks much too -- disapproving. Killing goblins! What has Jael gotten me into?"
Romon's head jerks ever so slightly to the left. He meekly falls into the end of the line and follows his new companions. As they walk he asks the nearest, "Jael was a little vague.... What are we actually doing today?"
"Jael was a little vague.... What are we actually doing today?"
"We are going to kill goblins. and perhaps a demon."
Also Muchorak will be traveling with a torche lit in his off hand and his sword in the other at the ready.
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Marak hoists his shield and draws a dagger, leaving the longsword slung across his back. He's wedged his everburning torch so that it's sticking out of his backpack, and doesn't require a hand to hold, the ruddy illusory flames licking at the flap covering the pack, but causing no damage.
"With the possibility of an unseen foe, it would be best not to discuss specific tactics from this point forward, as we can not be sure that we are not being watched." he says, unnecessarily.
After about 500 feet the tunnel branches..one branch continuing in a northeasterly direction the other going east.
The whole place smells of stale air and long years of disuse
Muchorak will look about the area for tracks,
Kallie relaxed when the gnome girl gave the stranger her approval. It's certainly a strange way of judging character, but whatever works...maybe that's how some fey handle it. Her thoughts turned back to what awaited them below, and so deep was she in them that she didn't notice she was carrying the basket down into the tunnels until it was too late. Oh yes, this is certainly the proper image for an intrepid adventurer...
She kept her dancing lights summoned and close-by, ready to send them out at a moment's notice.
As they walked through the corridor, she wondered, Shouldn't we be discussing some sort of plan, for when we finally find the demon? She thought over how best to ask this, when Marak warned the others. Ah, yes. "Naturally." she replied in affirmation, glad that everyone was facing forward and likely didn't see her eyes widen.
She could not stop herself from feeling grateful for so many people being in front of her and at least one person behind her. She felt a bit ashamed by that.
When they stopped and examined the "fork in the road", she offered, "Do you want me to send my lights down either tunnel? Or do you recommend hiding our presense as much as possible?"
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Answering Kaliciel, Marak says in a quiet voice, "We should stick to the passage we'll be going down. No need to send light down the other and possibly alert whatever may be down there that someone is poking around."
He adds with a touch of resigned humor, "On the other hand, while I know nothing of demonkind, it's safe to say that anything that isn't human on this world can see better in the dark than I can, so it might not matter one way or the other."
Marak seems to be sweeping his head around as the group moves, looking at the walls, ceiling and floor. He's trying to remain alert, and only succeeding in making himself jittery, and perhaps a bit dizzy, as he's trying to look at too many things at once, while moving forward.
"East seems as good a choice as any. In Cheliax, they call diabolism the 'left-hand path,' so perhaps going right is the 'right' choice."
When they stopped and examined the "fork in the road", she offered, "Do you want me to send my lights down either tunnel? Or do you recommend hiding our presense as much as possible?"
Shadows shift as every one of Marak's steps shifts the light on his pack. Stumbling slighty through the dark passage, a bored Romon considered ways to enliven the passage. A spider-like brush of my finger against the neck of the woman in front of me? No, best learn more of my companions before jokes of that sort.
Stopping at the fork, Romon is flabbergasted to discover the party doesn't know where it's going. Odd sort of outing. Running around in the dark looking for dangerous creatures. Amazing what the provincials do for fun.
Kallie was quick to agree with the priest, as if not seriously considering her earlier proposal. "Ah, true. Perhaps it's best to err on the side of caution after all."
"Thank you, my lady. You are too gracious. I hope to return the favor some day. " Romon bows again, nearly losing his cap.
Muchorak searches but finds no obvious trail nor is there a scent for Ali to follow.
Muchorak looks at the ground with confidence, no tracks at least means no one has discovered this passage way from either direction. Looking back at the others, "We should take the right passageway" then nods to Wolf Spirit to lead the way...
Ali, who untikl now had been walking on two feet. Turns back to Big Bear at the sound of his voice and nods. As she turns again to face the passage in the blink of an eye she morphs into the form of a small (but strong looking) grey wolf. She pads ahead, ever alert and watchful.
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... As she turns again to face the passage in the blink of an eye she morphs into the form of a small (but strong looking) grey wolf. She pads ahead, ever alert and watchful.
When the gnome transmogrifies, Romon pales. Werewolves! Effing Jael has effing thrown me in with effing werewolves!Eff, Eff, Eff!That sniffing! I should have known... Mind whirling, he struggles to maintain his outward composure. Eventually he recalls a wererat sellsword he worked with once. If you looked at him wrong, he might just slip a knife between your ribs, some people did worse. Mentally clutching this cold comfort, Romon follows the party further.
Having sucessfully scared Romon without even trying Ali leads off down the tunnel which continues to wind in a generally easterly direction. However, after just a few minutes walk, you find yourselves confronted by a cave in,the tunnel ahead is blocked by tons of rock.
"Search the rocks for hidden passages"
Kallie was started by Alisebett's shifting form as well. Werewolf?! No wait, Inikai and Muchorak don't seem surprised. Maybe it's some fey or druid magic... She continued to closely follow the others' lead.
When Inikai suggested they search the rubble and hallway they had stopped at, she sent her lights around, trying to give everyone not close to Marak at least a modicum of light.
Perception (1d20+5=15) Could be +2 more if "sight" based.
Search the rocks? Jael has saddled me with lunatics. Despite his scepticism, Romon searches the wall nearby.
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Marak does not search the rocks, but instead turns to face the way we came as if scouting the rear, his face tight as he reprimands himself for his assumptions.
A shapeshifter! A Druid, most likely. I had dismissed her as some frivolous fey-child on a grand adventure with the big people, and yet she's a priest, and likely more advanced in her faith than I! We go to face a demon that is smaller than a dog, and can kill many grown men, and I dismiss this person based on her scant size and playful demeanor? Arrogant fool. Your next mistake could get you killed!
Unaware of the consternation her changing forms causes to her new companions, Ali sniffs around, trying to see if she can smell or sense any air currents coming through the rock.
Perception (1d20 6=11)(+2 to Smell and Touch checks)
If no one finds anything she'll pad by everyone and lead the way down the other path.
Your efforts reveal nothing in the rocks...Ali leads you back her wolf form winding through everyones legs to get back in the lead..this puts Romon and Kallie right behind her at the front of the party.
about 300 feet further up the north easterly tunnel a new branch leads west..this surprisingly appears to have been ,at one time, bricked up
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Ali quickly switches back to Gnome form, casts light on two rocks, and rolls one down each tunnel. She figures Some dem so noisy! For sure Goblins hear us come. An nasty Goblins no need light anyway to see so better we see too. then switches back to wolf form.
SM 12 for new members of the group, SM 5 for old
"Let's regroup the way we were."
Kallie silently followed the group down the other tunnel. Her fingers were twitching slightly, ready to form a spell at the slightest notice.
Ali bowls her stones. Ahead the main tunnel continues on beyond even the spells lighting range, To the west however the stone travels only a few yards before hitting a wall..you can see the that tunnel tiurns north about fifty feet away from you
When the group reaches the other lit stone, Muchorak will sheath his sword and roll it further down the path revealing more of what lies ahead...redrawing his sword he continues down the path, be aware to look to the ceiling for possible creatures or unpleasant surprises.