With feral snarl, Babaushie moves between friend Frekhi and the clothed person.
Her glaive is held ready, stance crouched, tail lashing and her bat like wings spread wide.
HE'S MINE! YOU WON'T HURT HIM!!!
MINE, MINE, MINE MY BOY TOY MY TRICKSY BOY MY FRIEND YOU WON'T GET HIM HE IS MINE MY FRIEND!!
Still growling low in her throat, she doesn't attack, but makes her presence felt.
Pretty girl, red head girl, pretty hair, make the boys stare, are you safe or do you lay their bones bare? No flesh to share, none laid bare, you're covered all up, save face and hair, why, are you frightened to share? Are you worth my time? Perhaps, I will add you and make a pair...make your self plain, or will rend you from throat to down there....
Regin drops back behind their weapon wielder a step and reflexively brings a spell to mind. His free hand keeps Rose steady on his shoulder. None was catching him off guard. Not again.
"Hey, we don't have to start threatening people. At least not yet. I'm Frekhi." "So we're a piece of meat now and claimed. Are we good with that? We're good with that. But she's crazy, like pet raccoon levels of crazy. But we know how crazy chicks are in bed.. Not if she cuts my junk off and eats it with fava beans. Good point." Frekhi's tail tensed up after being lazy and not doing much this whole time. He was not sure who to be more afraid of at this point.
She feels, look, and smell like a...Demon? Ugh! Couldn't have been anything else, feral, crazy, scantly dressed sl-
The tiefling covers the side of her neck with her hand, gripping her weapon back a few seconds later before talking.
"Frekhi, uh? I'm Mirais. Now, simple question time." the qlippoth-spawn glares at the other two tieflings, weapon at the ready, her tail drawing spirals on the floor. "Did you two found yourself in one of these rooms, without remembering how you got here? If that's the case, we're in the same situation. And regarding that, we'll best have to collaborate in finding the 'safe room' on this floor. It should be the kitchen, one of the rooms on this side." Mirais nudges to the doors at her right.
"In different circumstances, I'd ask you and your crazy girlfriend if you're okay with that, but seeing as me and the others are being tailed by an invisible creature that already tried to kill us, I don't think that we have much choice." the tiefling finishes, narrowing her eyes and waiting for a response.
Good 'company' this Frekhi guy found himself. She looks like the type to gut and then embalm you after she's finished with someone: he very well could be into that, though! Disgusting...
"Yea, that's right. We woke up in separate rooms, and I found her by chance. Why the kitchen? And do you know what the explosion was about? For the record, she's not my girlfriend, we just met. We're just friends." "I really hope that getting called crazy doesn't make her worse."
"Wait, some invisible creature tried to kill you? Where?"
Pretty red, not so dead, could have been a friend, now scared you'll make her dead, why the cloth, she looks nice, boy toy tricksy boy, scaredy red head, short dwarf, little dolly, so many playthings today.
Invisible things? Play things? Are the dwarf and the dolly yours? You have nice toys.
"Hot and cold this one."
"It's okay. It happens.." Frekhi says trying to stabilize the unstable tiefling girl. It is clear he is not used to this.
"No,no...I'm the one that should be apologizing. This whole situation is getting to my head." Mirais smiles awkwardly, relaxing the grip on her weapon and pushing the malicious thoughts out of her mind.
She's way cuter when she's not snarling...
"I was hoping you could tell us what that explosion was all about, as it came from here-But, we really should get to the kitchen first. Rose" the tiefling points to the doll "said that it's safe. We're too easy a target here for...whatever attacked us." the qlippoth-spawn says, pointing to the gash on her leg. Looking around to check if she can spot the invisible creature once again, Mirais starts to move to the first door on her right.
"Shall we check if this is the right door?"
"Wait, are you telling me the doll told you that the kitchen was safe?" Frekhi says incredulously.
"Alright. I guess we're being lead by a little doll now."
Rose frowns at Frekhi and Quentin's statements. "Well, I think it is the door Mirais pointed to. It should be the kitchen and it should be safe now." She smiles at Regin. "Can you put me down now? The door isnt that far and I dont want to accedentally fall." She lightly pats the old dwarf's shoulder.
?!? The dolly talks? I never had a talking dolly...I'm sad now, can I get one? The elf use a lot of big words. They hurt my head, is he yours also? Can the dwarf talk? If you don't want to be attacked the kitchen is fine, I'd like some fun soon however.
Bebaushie moves and opens the door to the kitchen, alert for danger.
Red, red, red head, not to be dead, Mirais covered in cloth, I wonder if she is soft, she acts like she's a boss. Talky boy, pointed ears, big words boy, wordsy talky boy. Quiet dwarf, old dwarf, yup, much to old, no old dwarf, quiet dwarf. Talking dolly, pretty dolly. make them mine, make them obey, make them pray, nonononononono, I'm good, have them as friends like friend Frekhi, tricksy boy toy friend...
"Mine?" Mirais quizzically raises and eyebrow to Bebaushie.
I really have no idea what she's talking about.
"Rose, could you wait up there on his shoulder just a little longer, until we're safe in the kitchen? That invisible thing that attacked us wounded us low on our legs, instead of aiming for vitals: it may just be really short, and if that's the case, it would be really dangerous for you to walk around. I don't want to get you in unnecessary danger now that we're almost safe." Mirais smiles to the doll, fearing that the invisible creature was still lurking around.
Yes, yours? Are they your friends, do they serve you, or do you serve one of them? Are they your servants? Your guards, playthings maybe, toys? is one of them your...whats the word mortals use... boy..friend, mate, husband, significant other..? Frekhi is my first friend, I haven't had one before. Other things, not friends yet. It's really strange...
He will serve, he is weak, all the boys look like straw, red looks strong, powerful, commanding. Is she stronger or weaker...Nonononononono that's mother talking, I'm not mother, I won't be like her. Yes no yes no yes nonononono
Bebaushie grits her teeth momentary, lips pulling back in a feral snarl as a low rumble works it's way up from her belly.
I'm NOT like her, I am not my mother...
BIG SMILE :)
So, what do I have to do to get a talking dolly like...Rose? Rose, that's a nice name, it was my mothers favorite perfume, I love the smell and the flower when I saw it for the first time a few weeks ago. Do you have thorns little dolly? Will you try and make me bleed if I pick you up?
"Ill stay up here until then. I didnt think of that. Thanks Mirais."
She then laughed at Bebaushie. "I'm made of porceline, not thorns! But if you try to pick me up without permission I will bite you!" She giggled very loudly.
Regin complies with the doll's request and sets her gently on the floor. He is oddly quiet while the group converses. In truth, his insides were... itchy. There was no other way to describe it. These beings unsettled him, and he wanted to know why before saying too much.
"M-mate? P-P-Playthings? I-I've never...I mean, I just met them!" Mirais stutters, blushing, clearly embarrassed by Bebaushie's words.
Her mind drawing a complete blank on how to react, the tiefling unconsciously massages her neck with one hand, awkwardly avoiding Bebaushie's gaze.
"Let's...let's get in and talk inside, okay?" the qlippoth-spawn says, pushing the door open.
"Wait, you've seen a rose for the first time only weeks ago? Where are you from?"
Well, I've seen plants and roses before, just not real ones. Mother had a palace in her mothers Islands. The Midnight Islands, but her home was near the World Wound. It was underground, very pretty, in some parts, less in others. You need magic to get in and out, so I seldom got out. I spent some time in the palace, I even met mothers mother once! She was really nice and super scary! But, any way, some boys came and killed her and everything else there but me.
failed failed failed to stop them stop mothers death mothers death bad stupid girl, ungrateful girl, bad girl...no, not mother, not bad, good. I am a good girl!
I'm a good girl! That's what the boys in shiny armor said, I'm not bad like mother. Well, not as bad maybe.
Enters room, weapon ready.
"You're a little odd, but not bad." Frekhi keeps his eyes sharp as they walk into the kitchen.
As you enter the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked breads, meats, and fruits fill your nostrils. Walking in a bit farther shows just that, a huge buffet of food.
Frekhi's stomach starts growling at all the food. He sniffs the spread and examines it.
The Worldwound? That's...
Entering the room, Mirais interrupts her musing about Bebaushie's origins and, like Frekhi, looks inquisitively at the feast.
But too fatigued by the recent events, the qlippoth-spawn can't do anything but focus once again on the food, trying to discern if there is any kind of magic afoot, before slumping to a nearby wall to catch her breath.
"So" the tiefling starts "Frekhi, Bebaushie, did you find anything that could be useful to get us out of here? Any idea of what that explosion was?". She then stays silent for a moment, looking at the gash on her leg.
At least skin isn't showing: I really don't need more problems than I have now.
"I don't want to sound rude, but I have to ask...can you handle yourself in a fight?" Mirais asks as she turns to Frekhi, Quentin, and the dwarf that still didn't introduce himself. "This place looks-it's dangerous. Best to know what each of us can do."
My name is Regin. Regin Ald. The dwarf brings slowly, as if unsure how much information is safe to give. I am a transmuter with a bit of a controversial view on how that particular school works. The art of changing the form of the world is my passion.
"No, no, and yes I can fight." Frekhi says holding up a clawed hand.
There doesnt seem to be any magic in this area. Everything looks really really good. Your stomachs growl as the scent wafts through the air and surrounds you with a, irrisistable aroma.
Rose frowns.
Mirais nods. "Good. It seems that everyone here can defend himself then: I'd bet that whoever brought us here did that on purpose. Speaking of which..." the qlippoth-spawn starts, picking a piece of bread (or something similar) from the table, examining it without eating it. "If us six are the only ones here, who prepared this food? It looks fresh enough."
Noticing Rose frown, the tiefling's expression softens "Is there something wrong, Rose?"
"Quentin Vance. Guardsman. I solve the crimes nobody else can." He pulls out a pair of vials half-full of pink liquid. "Drink these. It'll accelerate the healing of those leg wounds."
Seeing Mirais reach for the food, he holds up a warning hand. "Hold up. If this is meant for us, why weren't we greeted? And why bring us to a building infested with Invisible Stalkers? It's illogical, which means one of two things. Either we're not supposed to be here - in which case consuming anything will betray our presence at a later time - or the food is a test of some sort. If you let me run some tests, I can eliminate one of those possibilities."
Regin eyes the liquid and inspects its contents.
After a brief inspection the dwarf (totally not an aasimar) declares, You have established yourself in my good graces, Mr... He peeks in his book, Vance. Thank you, sir.
He then downs the liquid and his leg quickly heals.
Bebaushie, smelling the wonderful food, prepares to dig in but stops at Quentin's comment.
Sort of jerk sets teh table like this and makes it a test? I'm getting hungry...dwarf is really tough, I can't eat the doll, I'm not suposed to eat friends, so Tricksy Boy is out...Mirais looks like fun later...that leaves the Mortal. You don't look like you have much meat on you.
What in the devil are you talking about girl? One does not eat people. Just be patient and this will be sorted presently.
Quentin blinks at the Tiefling. "Your logic is not flawed." His voice is serious without a trace of irony.
"Yea, if you think about it that way." Frekhi sighs.
What in the devil are you talking about girl? One does not eat people. Just be patient and this will be sorted presently.
erm...uhhhh..gah...OK, right good people don't eat good people! What about bad people or slightly indifferent? No, BAD BEBAUSHIE, BAD...NO EATING PEOPLE, BAD GIRL!
Slaps face with her hand hard enough to to be heard through the room and out the door.
Regin stares at Bebaushie for a moment with confusion written large across his face. He then flips own his book and scribbles something down.
Please, Mr Vance, run your tests. Quickly.
"Thank you." Mirais smiles as Quentin gives her the potion. Kneeling down after the wound starts to close, the qlippoth-spawn starts tying together some of the loose cloth on her thigh to make sure that it wasn't possible to see the skin underneath. Shortly after she's finished, before she's able to get back up, the tiefling hears Bebaushie shout and loudly slap herself.
Wow, she's crazier than I thought-I mean, she must have gone trough some horrible things to end up like this.
Raising herself back up, Mirais walks to the other tiefling and holds with her owns the hand Bebaushie used to hit herself, gently bringing it back down.
"There's no need to harm yourself like that. Just remembering that eating people is bad is enough, okay?" the qlippoth-spawn says to the demon-spawn.
Rose shakes her head, the frown meting from her face. The smile replacing it soothing. "Nothing. Sorry. I just... can't eat any of this food like you all can... It looks delicous." She laughs at Bebaushie/ "You're funny! But there are more pressing matters... Mr. Vance, what did you find?"
There doesnt seem to be traps and everything appears normal. The food, with its fall coloring and pethora of wonderful smells look to be completely edible.
The different meals available on the table seem to give off the feeling of home. The turkey glistens in the candlelight, ripe with flavor and succulent meat. The veggies bright green, orange, purple, and brown right at the peak of their freshness. The cakes and geliten smell of the finest sugar, shaped into swords, shields, staves, and bows. It certainly is a feast for heros.
Quentin cautiously examines every inch of the table without touching anything. He then checks the floor, table legs, and nearby walls and ceiling. His study is slow and thorough, although he touches nothing. Finally, he appears satisfied with his findings.
"Everything appears safe and edible. This means one of two things: either it's an incredibly-subtle trap that can't be detected visually, audibly, or via smell. Or everything is as it seems to be: a normal spread of delicious food. That may be the more dangerous possibility, as it means there's one or more individuals in this place that don't fear the dangers within. Perhaps even this 'creator' that Rose speaks of."
His analysis complete, Quentin steps away from the table, its contents still untouched.
Mirais smiles at Rose's response, before informing the others about her findings. "There's magic in the room, but it doesn't seem to be harmful. The food seems to be safe.". She looks once again at the feast, frowning. "If I'd have to guess why there's food here,Quentin, is because whoever brought us here wants us to be in good shape for whatever he wants to do.".
Well, sooner or later someone will try to snatch a bite, and we'll see if the stuff is dangerous or not. It doesn't look like Bebaushie has much self control, so it'll probably be her-NO,NO. You shouldn't even be thinking that!
For a long moment, the qlippoth-spawn keeps staring at the food, before picking up a slice of cake and taking a bite.
You feel nothing but moist, spongy cake on your tongue. The taste is magnificent.
Further inspection reveals fruity wine and stout ale in golden goblets and tankerds. There is also sparkling water in glasses made of pure crystal.
Seeing as the girl hadn't immediately collapsed, Regin takes tiny bites of the fare, sampling everything.
"Since you guys haven't dropped dead, I'm guessing the food's fine?"
Mirais stares at a piece of cake still in her hand, before nodding
"Yup. Tastes like cake. It's quite good, too.".
"Well, we'd better eat, then. We can think about what to do next after that." the qlippoth-spawn says as she picks some meat and water and start eating.
Once you all finish eating, with Rose frowning a bit, the feast goes away. The meal just disappears into nothingness. Strange... You do find on the table a note...
You decide that there is no flesh of human kind or baby tear Riesling.
Travelers...
You have met with a terrible fate, havent you?
This was all I could do for you physically. You
Will need your strength if you are to escape.
I came so close! But there was only one of me...
This house is filled with traps and deadly creatures...
If you do not go insane, you can leave this place.
You have to find my wayfinder... Im not sure where I dropped
it.. That is what killed me... You need it. Its the key...
Save yourselves. And save my soul... I don't want to suffer
anymore! Its been over a millenia....
-Your friend