Hmm. Perhaps they have no idea of what's going on. Arthur folds his arms and keeps silent.
Jhavul escaped in fire and violence. No battle took place here at all. the servant says
How he escaped I have no idea
"Ah. So whom, exactly, remains?"
Here? Us and our lady Dilitrix
"BUUUURRRPPP!!!!" as the belch echoes through the place, Churley has a look on his face like the cat that got the canary.
Shortly after the belch heard round the world a stunningly gorgeous human woman enters.
Thank you for joining me. I hope you have found your stay pleasant. I am Dilix. I have invited you here to find out what your intentions are on this plane. I am aware that you have already met with one of the powers that reside here.
Kixzik is nonplussed by the woman who enters.
Too tall, ears too small, no pointed teeth, eyes an unhealthy blue - possibly due to illness.
Dear lady, my name is Kixzik Andoranman, a merchant from Andoran who has come to this plane by accident with my companions: Seif-al-Din ibn-Subhi, Churley of the Shoanti, Zephyr Jeggere, Beatrice and the surprisingly resilient Arthur Osorkon.
He bows politely.
Currently we have no set intentions here, other than to get back to our own plane of existence. However, given the fragile nature of the plane we may have to repair the plane in order to escape and we will do so if we're able. Failing that of course, I'm sure my comrades and I would seek to find a way to let all deserving folks free should the plane start to move towards dissolution completely.
He warms to this topic.
Which of course reminds me of a fantastic theory I'm forming based on the information you've given, what we've received from the other beings of this plane and our own vision. It appears that the efreeti who escaped this plane were somehow tied into the makeup of the plane given the damage their escape has caused...
Kixzik will launch into a broad ranging discussion of the plane, including discussing several mathematical theorems should no one stop him.
...which brings me to my idea. Given the destabilization of the demiplane by the departure of the efreeti it would seem to me that we need to repair the plane by rebalancing the elemental forces. I propose that we create an artificial sun by building a large mirror that we loft on several balloons into the sky to reflect the artificial sun already present. By doing this we would create a second, reflected heat source by concentrating the ambient light, rebalancing the elemental fabric of the plane.
a pie splats into the side of Kix's face knocking him clean off the chair and onto the table where he lands in a punch bowl.
Small man talk to much! Let the tasty one speak Beatrice says somewhere during the lecture
"Hahahahaha! Good Puppy Lady!!!"
Kixzik is far too nimble for such a crude attack to embarrass him, especially since he wasn't standing on his chair as he isn't a gauche frog creature full of its own importance.
He deftly avoids any punch bowls that might likewise be hurled at him.
Profound, yet sagacious, Beatrice. We cherish your eloquent insight.
He pauses for a moment, and as any civilized Andoran would do, wipes the pie filling off with a handkerchief produced from his Extra-Dimensional Conveyance Container Mark III.
However, if you feel the need to interject - please tell us how you would solve the problems currently occurring on this plane?
Kixzik waits expectantly.
Since to Churley this appears to be a grand old game, he decides to throw a pie at Seif.
That's what I said!
Kixzik feels a primal urge to fight back in the food fight with a torch or alchemist's fire, restraining himself. Humans rarely slaughtered each other to settle arguments.
Churley's pie catches Seif on the side of the head, not as powerfully as Beatrices but an excellent shot none-the-less
So is your preference escape or saving this plane? She asks cooly
Seif-al-Din nods.
"Preservation is preferable to destruction, if it can be managed."
Churley will grab a bottle of the fizzy liquid and start shacking it vigorously with the cap still on.
Would you work with the "elves" She smiles as she says that word or the genie kind?
hello?
Seif-al-Din shrugs.
"Well, so far, we have only spoken with the "elves" from beyond the edge of this world, and their request seemed fairly reasonable..."
"Consider me biased, but I like my own blood."
Do you intend to meet with the genie kind then?
Well, we can meet with them - but we've also already been attacked by the Shaitan. Hopefully they'll be willing to listen to reason instead of simply attacking us.
At this point the fizz has built up enough so Churley starts spraying fizzy drink all over the place including on his compatriots.
The goblin army tool will come out as a mallet and Churley will get bopped again.
Stop that Churley! We have much to do before the night is over!
in a very Loony Toons moment, Churley hides the fizzy drink bottle behind his back and does puppy dog eyes at Kix "But, Churley not do anything wrong!"
Kixzik will look very cross with Churley.
Cease your tomfoolery! That sort of thing didn't work with your parents and it won't work with me.
In response Churley will find another pie and toss it at Kix.
Note: "accidentally" leave Churley in Stink Bomb area during next combat.
If I may, the current leadsherip of the genie kind are not to be trusted. However, if you wish to see them I would recommend going to gather more information about the plane first. I suggest the isle of the dead or the smith Arzel on Salenax, though I would recommend finding a piece of armor from the Black spire first as a gift to him
Oh it is another island, you can have any boatman take you there. I would say that every island is dangerous. Monsters genie kin, "elves".
"Churley figure we end up on Isle of Dead anyway. Might as well get it over with. "
then asking a server if one is present "Can Churley get six pack of fizzy drink to take?"
The woman smiles and gestures to a servant who brings 6 bottles to Churley
"Thanks. " and he stows them in his haversack.
turning to his compatriots
"We now go to dead island?"
The. Return to the dock and blow your horn. Come back to me when you decide what side you are on, and we can discuss. After all we do want to be friends right?
The Isle of the Dead?
Who names these things?
"Perhaps it is strictly accurate? It might be an island of tombstone, and/or undead?"
So it would seem that you are decided. When you know which direction you have decided to go do come back and let me know. After all, we should be friends.
To seif
It is not the kind of place that I usually go to, but it is a place of information
Barring any further discussion, Churley will head back to the docks and blow the horn to summon the boat.
ok since no one has posted anything in two days, I assume everyone agrees
The horn is blown and Churley notices that it begins to show some signs of cracking...the boatman comes and the request is made for the Isle of the dead.
The boat begins to move and it takes almost 18 hours to get there.
Everyone files off the boat onto the shore, and you are tired, and night has fallen
Push on into the center of the island or sleep?
Seif-al-Din turns to the others.
"Shall we press on? I would not want to stay here any longer than I have to..."