The sight of the dragon makes Caitlyn's blood run cold, she glanced at her companions, surely none of them were going to do anything crazy? She found it hard to judge the emotions of minotaurs but the newcomer 'mittens' was giving the beast a hard stare.
Putting a finger to her lips she gave the others a meaningful glance and beckons them round a corner to consider what to do. She whispers to them, "Lets not forget why we are here. It's to find the disks, not fight that nightmare, although gods help us it may come to that. We want to talk to the Highbulp, lets wait a while and see if it or the Highbulp leaves?"
You are correct Caitlyn, the disks are primary and then getting them out of here so that the mission of the gods of good can continue.
Come Mittens, throwing away your life will do no good in bringing the Disks of Quen Illumini to light. she says grabbing the minotaur by the arms and pulling him deeper in toe the shadows
Jakun assist Mariel by bringing Mittens along whispering to him, "Cousin I need to rest before I can do battle again. If we must challenge this beast to get the others to safety I will do so with you but now is not the time".
Jakun assist Mariel by bringing Mittens along whispering to him, "Cousin I need to rest before I can do battle again. If we must challenge this beast to get the others to safety I will do so with you but now is not the time".
staying in the shadows, Thsitletorp scurries about the plaza, trying to get a good view of everything while also getting closer to the dragon. WOW!! A DRAGON!!!!!!
The dragon tilted her head quizzically.
"Yuav ua li cas yog tias? Tus Raug Kaw Nkuaj? Nqa nws ua ntej kuv, koj yog neeg ruam!" she hissed, before turning and withdrawing into the colonnade.
The gully dwarves jumped and peered about. The draconian took in the chamber again, then shouted for them to follow him and set off in the opposite direction from Thistletorp and the others.
The half-elf will wait to see what the rest of the group will do.
Jakun will hold his position and hold his breath.
Heart pounding, Caitlyn waits to see if the dragon departs. If it doesn't they'd face a terrible risk if they decided to follow the dragon man and the gully dwarves. The dragon had apparently given them their marching orders, orders the innfellows would no doubt have an interest in...
Jakun, can you use your hat to turn into one of the Aghar and follow them to see what is taking place? she inquires.
It might not be a bad idea, if possible, to begin to study gully talk or another sort of dwarven she thinks.
The dragon slipped back further into the ruins, disappearing to the west.
Caitlyn nods and replies, "A good thought Mariel. The rest of us should follow at a distance in case he needs help. Well except for Thistle, he can get much closer."
Caitlyn waits to see what Jackun wants to do and prepared to follow some way behind.
Jakun once again dons his hat and I his place is a Gully Dwarf. The Minotaur assumes his allies follow behind as he speed walks to catch up with the Ahghar and their Draconian taskmaster...
With the disguised Jakun in the lead, the party skulked forward in the draconian's wake. The din of falling water made absolute silence unnecessary, helped generously along by the draconian's repeated exhortations to the dwarves. They drew near to another cascade of water, and there Thistletorp's keen eyes descried a plainswoman hiding amid some debris on the distant side of the fall. Neither the draconian nor the dwarves seem to have marked her.
Thistletorp darted ahead, staying in the shadows and scouting ahead.
Caitlyn waves to the planeswoman and makes a show of glancing in the direction of the distant draconian and putting a finger to her lips. She then cautiously approaches and asks, "Hello. I'm Caitlyn and these are my friends. Are you lost? Xak Tsaroth is far from the planes."
once again mittens follows the group humming the same song again unaware of anything around him
The half-elf will do her best to keep up. She is thankful for her elven vision.
Jakun continues to follow the Draconian and the Dwarves watching the Draconian closely.
Jakun continues to follow the Draconian and the Dwarves watching the Draconian closely.
Thistletrop quietly slips bakc to the group and shares what he's seen.
By strike I will charge at him and ram him with my horns.
We must get the plains woman to safety, away from these lizard men. states the half-elf.
The plainswoman shrank back against the wet rocks as Caitlyn and the others drew near, but relented when she saw Goldmoon.
Caitlyn waves to the planeswoman and makes a show of glancing in the direction of the distant draconian and putting a finger to her lips. She then cautiously approaches and asks, "Hello. I'm Caitlyn and these are my friends. Are you lost? Xak Tsaroth is far from the planes."
"I am not lost," the plainswoman said. "I am Sunstar of the Qui-Shu."
Goldmoon looked sharply at Sunstar, "You are of my people. How have you come here?"
"The dragonmen came, burning and killing all. Our gods did not grant me the grace of a warrior's death," Sunstar said darkly. "They denied my brother, Raven-Eye, as well."
Tears stood in Goldmoon's eyes.
The half elf will approach the Plains woman We need to get into the shadows as we risk discovery. I am sorry for your losses. she says her eyes filled with tears.
At Sunstar's mention of the gods, Caithlyn glanced at Goldmoon, she wasn't familiar with the gods of plains but it was becoming apparent the old gods where real.
A bit suspiciously at first Caitlyn asked, "I'm sorry for your loss, but why come to Xak Tsaroth? If you are set on a warrior's death, there are many many dragon men here as well as dragon. Or perhaps you don't want to throw your life away in a meaningless gesture? Things are afoot here, talk to Goldmoon. Maybe rather than a warrior's death you'll find something to live for!"
At Sunstar's mention of the gods, Caithlyn glanced at Goldmoon, she wasn't familiar with the gods of plains but it was becoming apparent the old gods where real.
A bit suspiciously at first Caitlyn asked, "I'm sorry for your loss, but why come to Xak Tsaroth? If you are set on a warrior's death, there are many many dragon men here as well as dragon. Or perhaps you don't want to throw your life away in a meaningless gesture? Things are afoot here, talk to Goldmoon. Maybe rather than a warrior's death you'll find something to live for!"
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"It was not by choice. We were taken," Sunstar said. "All who lived."
She rose unsteadily from her hiding place. "And now there is nothing. The gods cared not."
"You are hurt, I know. But they do care," Goldmoon said.
"What would the princess know of it? You are not a god until you die."
"We have thought that for a long time," Goldmoon said. "But we are wrong. It was us who turned on the gods, then made our own to hide from the truth."
Caitlyn interjects, saying, "Your people weren't the only ones to turn from the old gods. My people did so too, long we thought they had gone forever, yet it seems that's not entirely true..." She looks at Goldmoon, wondering if she should say more or leave it to the plains-woman's judgement...
Let us find a more suitable place to rest and have these theological discussions. We do not know who or what is watching us
Jakun found his chance and swiftly dispatched the searching draconian. The gully dwarves scattered.
Meanwhile, back with the others, Goldmoon spoke, "We should find a safe place to speak of these things, but know that the gods are real and they care for us still."
Sunstar seemed unmoved, but rose to follow the Innfellows.
Caitlyn casts around for a hiding place to discuss matters further, preferable one where nobody had beed recently...
Caitlyn could be persuasive when she put her mind to it, but what would Sunstar say?
Once Jakun dispatches with the Draconian he returns to the others.
"We should find this Highbulp and get some rest. Perhaps he will know a better way to the place where we need to be, I do not wish to wander only to find a team of these Dragon men or the Dragon itself facing us".
The Innfellows chose to press on to the gully dwarf chieftain. Following the advice they received above, they navigate Xak Tsaroth's winding, uneven streets. Several times they hear draconians or see draconians briefly at a distance, but none take notice of the intruders. At some length, and after a few false turns due to unclear instructions, the Innfellows, Mittens, and Sunstar arroved at the end of a narrow alley. Two gully dwarves wearing rusted cookpots for helmets and holding kitchen cleavers stood there, to one side of a battered door.
"Halt!" one said, his helm jostled and sliding over his eyes.
"Who's that?" the other asked, peering forward. "We don't know you."