Unfortunately you find no trace of Zhimon. That said, you push on followed by the rest of the Deepelves. You make your way around the island to the hut owned by the Gawweed. If you remember, they primarily speak Aquan. If any of you has learned it, you might want to try to make peace with him. Or kill him and take his raft.
The Gawweed steps out of his hut. The creatures facial features as well as any other defining features are concealed in seaweed. It is big and the size of it's torso and arms suggest it is physically fit for it's breed.
It speaks in the language it spoke the last time you saw it.
"More of you? Hey your that lot from before. Sorry for yelling at you like I did but you spooked me a bit. Thought you were looters. You killed the grub that infested my home. I had been meaning to thank you for that. I am about to leave this island to seek out the Xanxious Crystal. Feel free to use my home and whatever you find. I think I found one of your friends. He is inside."
Xzevrra ponders how best to use the information given, what to relate to the others. The realization the deep elves may speak enough convinces her to minimize any deceit at this point. "Interesting. It appears that he has found one of our friends. They're inside. I wonder what Zhimmon was attempting to do. Harn, he has given us whatever is inside for us to use. Can you see about finding what would be useful to us and organizing it? I'm going to speak with this Gawweed and learn more about it." She then casually approaches the creature.
"I too would like to offer apology. We are far from our own homes at present and have not encountered your kind either. I actually just recently picked up your tongue. My name is Xzevrra. And how are you called?"
"Yamalgo is what I have called myself. I am the warden of the deeplands. Your friend inside has also come from the upper level known as the darklands. I assume the rest of you are from this place as well. I am preparing to leave to find Xanxious crystal and attempt to destroy it. I confess it is a bold and dangerous undertaking but the safety of the deeplands, or for the rest of the known world. The crystal has uncontroled and unharnessed raw power. It is enough to tear the world apart. I don't want to sit around and hope someone else fixes this, I'm going to fix it or die trying. Now, I told your friend that I can drop you off at a point where you could, in theory, make your way back home. Know it could take you weeks even months to get to the upper level. The two previous earthquakes have changed the geography of the darklands and deeplands drastically. It is likely old trails and tunnels no longer exist while new ones have been made."
There is not much in the hut. Another drow, not Zhimon, but someone new. There are a few things, spider silk rope, water skins, empty sacks and a few herbs and ingredients.
"Destroy the world. That is most definitely not a good thing, not at all. Tell me, do you think you can handle such an important task on your own? It would be terrible if you were to get yourself killed trying to attetmpt this. While I cannot necessarily speak for my companions, I do believe I can convince them to help us destroy it. If you so desire such aid, that is."
Xzevrra turns back to the deepelves. "I suppose it would be best if there were others of their kind to return to, if you also happen to know of another of their villages anywhere. In fact any other friendly beings you may know of could be helpful. I doubt supplies will be in abundance."
"Of course, any other information you may have. I'm sure you have many interesting stories to tell."
Bluff:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25Yea, Xzevrra has no intentions of destroying it. She's simply looking at a way of claiming it. Also information on other intelligent beings is probably not in their best interests.
A drow leaning against the wall with a hand on the hilt of a thin bladed weapon on his hip looks towards Harn. Tlugos looks the man over, orc, wrong half orc sense the body type and features are off seeming softer. A warrior by his equipment, at least it was something he was used to more then the walking seaweed collection he had met so far.
"Greetings I am Tlugos Ilmeefein." his voice was silky and somewhat musical but did not hint at more to come.
His eyes simply bored into Harn as the silence passed.
Yamalgo continues to pack his gear. He turns to Xevrra.
"I head farther into the deep lands making for the heart of the world. It is a long and perilous journey. I will be fighting and dodging Xanxous servants the whole way. I do not have an absolute plan of attack. I have never seen the crystal and I have no idea what to do about it when I find it. I suppose the answer will become clear when I reach it, perhaps not. I know a place we can take the deep elves, they very well could get home from here following a path through the great tree. As far as other friendlies, the last two earthquakes have rearranged many things and there will be many more earthquakes varying in degree over the next several months until the whole of the known world is destroyed. Now, if you want to aid me, I would be glad of the help. If not, I will drop you off in the place closest to the paths up I know of, again, the geography of these lands and the upper lands have changed drastically. I cannot promise you can find your way out. I am on an impossible quest, if you want to join I would be thrilled for it, but if you don't I understand."
Tlugos smirks, waving his hand about. That one was full blooded and his manners made that clear if not his looks, or odor.
"Should an orc be saying that. After all while my people are known as killers, we are just as well known for our great works and ancient culture. In that respect we can be reasoned with and approached. While orcs are known as barbaric creatures little more then animals that only destroy and devour all that they can. By your reasoning I, a drow, am far more trustworthy then you, an orc. So why are you allowed to live?"
His hand falls to his hilt once more. His smirk transformed into a look of annoyance.
"You know nothing, so do keep your incorrect opinions to yourself. Otherwise you may find the facts against you."
It seemed the three he had met so far had defined positions. He wondered if the orc knew his, it would not be pleased if it did.
Smooth insult the new drow. Your not really on good terms with the ninja you know. xP
Xzevrra eyes the new drow for a moment as she approaches, holding back the surprise. She had definitely expected Zhimmon. She says a few words to the Gawweed before turning to the others.
"Excuse me a moment, Yamalgo. I must see to something first, and dicuss with my friends."Hmm, should I roll a bluff on the friends remark?
Turning back, she approaches the group, eyes on this new drow. "Best to make friends now. If he isn't already in league with Zhimmon, I perhaps can use this to my advantage."
"None taken, Klug. It's quite possible I may have done so." Turning to the newcomer, she extends a hand. "I am called Xzevrra. Welcome to a small island in the middle of the ocean. Perhaps we can work together to once again see our great cultures? And even save them in the process."
She turns to the others for a moment as she continues. "The Gawweed there, called Yamalgo by the way, knows of a few paths that may return us to the Darklands, and possibly even a way for you surfacedwellers to return to your home. For your benefit, we are currently in the Deeplands, below our cities. He may even put the deepelves back on track to their own homes.
"Though I should probably mention that the earthquakes have sealed off several paths to us. It's possible these will just lead to dead ends. And it still doesn't solve one problem. The Xanxious crystal. It's the source of these earthquakes." She adds the last for Tlugos's benefit. "Yamalgo is on a mission to destroy the crystal and save not only the Deeplands, but the Darklands and the surface as well. I for one would like to have a city to return to, so I plan to help him in this. I care not what the rest of you do, but if Yamalgo and I fail, there may be no homes for the rest of you. Best to decide quickly, Yamalgo would like to leave soon." She stands there, waiting.
"What he does is yell when it's not appropriate, make too much noise, and mostly be a bother. If not for the fact that I run faster than he, I wouldn't keep him around." Xzevrra gives Klug a smile, making him unsure if it's a jest.
"While you all make acquaintences, I'll go speak with our deep elf companions about the trip." As she turns, she passes another smile to Tlugos, turning her gaze to Harn for just a moment as she turns.
Xzevrra heads over to the deep elves next, thinking along the way. "This Tlugos, he'll be a problem already. I had hoped to maintain myself as the main point of communication with our guide. How to handle this?"
"Agloc, we plan to follow Yamalgo, the Gawweed over there, to find the Xanxious crystal. He hopes to stop it's actions. He believes he can drop you and yours off on a passage home. This is agreeable?"
"That's simply a genetic trait Xzevrra, you'll be good to note that I am not as loud as my brethren upon the surface. As for my talents, I am a man of science and magic. Mixing alchemical potions and magic extracts is what I do for a living... Or what I "did."
Algoc nods. "We need to return to our home and deal with our losses, we will wish you the best as you seek out this doom device. Go with our blessing."
Yamalgo finishes readying the map. You all pile on. It is just big enough to fit you all. You travel by sea for at least a few hours before you drop off the deep elves. You then continue forward. As time passes your internal clocks tell you it is bed time. Yamalgo doesn't talk much during the trip.
If you wish to sleep, Yamalgo will keep the raft steady as you do so. You can talk or sleep, let me know.
Seeing Harn (and any others) try to sleep, Xzevrra decides to stay up for awhile. "Better to provide a set of eyes not occupied on steering the raft." After awhile, Xzevrra will attempt some small talk with Yamalgo about the area they were heading, what he know of possible threats they may face. A stinging sensation on her leg prompts her to remove a boot and examine one of the wounds suffered from the battle against the fish, checking for signs of infection.
Xzevrra will take first watch, if any others would like to volunteer for later ones. If not, she'll stay up until they can find a suitable spot to camp. She REALLY doesn't like the water down here right now.
We are heading to Xanxious crystal deep in the heart of the deeplands. There are likely many dangers we will face along the way. One such danger will definitely be the god's defiled minions. Their numbers have only grown over the years and with the possible return of their god, you can bet they were be more hostile to any who are not one of them. They are radical, violent, and foolishly loyal to their lord and will stop at nothing to see him return to fulfill his ancient quest. Aside from them, there are plenty of other dangers we face in the deeplands, more so since the past two earthquakes have rearranged the place.
You continue on through the night. "Day" comes around and you are all plenty rested. The raft and rocking of the sea had provided a strange comfort. You sail on with Yamalgo promising only two more days of this.
Halfway through the day the raft is bumped hard causing you all to stagger for a moment. Yamalgo pauses and then pulls his steering rod up and moves over to the equipment pile.
We have trouble. A sea beast has decided we might be worth testing for food. I have Javelin's, harpoons, and longspears. Take what you are best with and let's fight this thing off.
Those of you with darkvision see something moving around in the water circling the raft. Those without *cough Colliver* can't see squat as it seems Yamalgo suffers from light sensitivity.
Xzevrra translates Yamalgo's words for the others as she sizes up this new threat. "I believe this creature has already decided to try us first. Yamalgo has offered us a choice of implements to drive it away." Xzevrra takes up one of the javelins, concerned at the prospect of battle. "Doesn't hurt to ask though."
"Is there another way to drive this creature off besides combat? Could we lure it away somehow, maybe with bright lights or loud noise, or abit of food maybe?"