"Good man."
"Now, let's float over to that tower."
Elgan nods, interlaces his fingers and cracks his knuckles.
"Les' dew dis' t'ing."
Right on....well, I'm waiting to hear from Craig; I had him an intro prepared.
Well, I haven't heard from Craig; pm'd him; maybe he's busy.
So.
I'm paging through this new Bestiary 4 thing, and kinda retooling this "tower encounter" at the moment.
Don't forget Hastur and Bokrug.
Okay. Ready.
The map isn't 100 percent on; I had to copy paste the ship. It's 100 feet from the tower; you guys can approach from any direction......
The tower is 300 feet high, and there's battlements/crenelations on top.
You can see two "large" sized, obese, hideous man shaped creatures....from 100 feet away....they look like their skin is pebbly, and is melting like wax.
There's a big "green" circle in the middle of the air. It's green and glowing.
Need placements, and a general idea of your approach vector....head on or to the side like the map has it.
Oh. And neither of the fat guys is C'thulhu.
Hyzzzah!
Huzzzah!
goik
Pip fires up Lucille
"Zippy! Gnarly dude!
Zippy! We need your 'tude!"
zip n pip in place.
Emrael watches impassively as they approach the tower .
She studies the disk as they approach and considers the nature of their foes, at least from what she can see of them.
"What is your plan, wise Altai? I will try to fit myself within it."
Em knows what they are.
They are hyakume, and are covered in eyes.
They know kung fu, and are mystics of malevolence. They seek to steal and collect memories of other intelligent beings.
It is impossible to surprise the many eyed hyakume. They have eyes on the back of their heads, amongst other places.
As they get closer, the kensai slowly nods her head in recognition. "Hyakume. Skilled and sadistic in hand-to-hand combat and impossible to surprise due to their many, many eyes."
You're not sure past that.
And, no inference as to who they work for, or what they're doing here.
Huzzzah!!!!!...
Elgan whips out a couple of wands, and lays down a beat for Pip by tapping out a healing beat on Emrael.
AFter realizing, yet once more, that he has almost no sense of rhythm, (Unless that rhythm is being pounded out on a bad guys head) Elgan stops trying to tap on Emrael's armor, and simply heals her with the wands instead.
Em feels much better.
Not to be greedy, she stops him after two taps, thanking him. Handing him a wand of her own, she asks him to use it now.
Yeah; it'd have to take about that long.
As they get closer, the kensai slowly nods her head in recognition. "Hyakume. Skilled and sadistic in hand-to-hand combat and impossible to surprise due to their many, many eyes."
"Good eyes. I thought they were unusually ugly clay golems at first. Let's stay out of their reach if possible and pound them with missile fire until they close in. Can they fly?"
Satari stands patient as stone next to Emrael on the foredeck. "Ah. I will enjoy testing my skills against these hyakume."
Guess that's everybody. How far out do you swing around the tower?
They seem to be observing you now. They're just standing there.
They're just chillin, man. Fat dudes. With a buncha eyes all over them.
"Good eyes. I thought they were unusually ugly clay golems at first. Let's stay out of their reach if possible and pound them with missile fire until they close in. Can they fly?"
"It's the elven blood. As for these, there are children's tales that they guard cemeteries and barrows from thieves. Something their many eyes would suit them for, I suppose. As for their methods of movement," she shrugs. "What I told you is from fairy tales and woodcuts I saw as a child, I'm afraid. I've never encountered one before."
A good three hundred eyes blink intermittently. They both shuffle their feet a little bit in the dust.
Finally one speaks.
"Who are you folk? Is this Zura?"
nitey nite!
"Ah don' knows." Mutters Elgan.
"Duz 'Zura' mean 'Tahme teh git muh ugly butt kicked?" He snickers. (Hopefully they cannot hear as well as they can see)
CLearly, hanging out with this particular group of murderhobos has affected his usually gentle personality.
Or maybe its the Plane of Existence they are currently on. Yeah, that's it,...
Pip racks his brains for any knowledge of 'Zura'
Zura?
Zura is a land in the Dreamlands, and the Princess of said lands.
It is a land of Pleasures Unattained. Of dreams that slipped away. A charnel garden.
All who die in the Dreamlands in horrific circumstance end up there, servant to the Princess.
Finally one speaks.
"Who are you folk? Is this Zura?"
"No - or at least I don't think so. It is hard to know anything for certain in these lands. Do you have business there?"
"Our patron seeks her aid. As such we quest for that place of sorrow. So, I take it we are not there.
Is your vessel offering charter?"
Huzzzah!!!
Huzzzzah!!!
The druid blinks.
He facepalms himself.
Then he shrugs.
"Whay nut? Whut cuud possebly bee outter place fer our group den givin ah ride tew a coupla outeh space watchmen?"
"Honored watchers, how do you come to be in this place? By what means did you arrive? Is yon glowing disk a portal of sorts?"
"Aye. It is a portal, by that Hyperborean Wizard Eibon. As such it is ancient.
It is a web of sorts, that connects many places."
"It goes places."
One of them reaches into a sack and pops a rice ball into his mouth.