Perception Results:
Joe: 21
Eltumal: 20
Jivaji: 14
Silent: 25
Tam: 11(This is without any ranks in your percetion skill giving it only a +2. I couldn't find the skill in your profile so could you please post ALL of your skill modifier totatls. This applies to everyone.
You guys see out of the corner of your eyes a ghostly figure of a women floating just to the right of the group. It was brief. She vanishes just as you notice her. One distinguishing feature is that her neck appeared to be broken and her head was laying on her shoulder.
You all hear an eerie voice coming from all around. "It hurts.....it hurts.....WHY!"
Will Saves
Jivaji: 6 :p
Joe: 15
Eltumal: 9
Silent: 21
Tam: 18
Eltumal and Jivaji are now frightened. Oh that reminds me, all the other conditions with the exception of fatigue are no longer in affect.
Seeing the broken ghost, Joe can't help but feel sorry for it. "Hey ghost lady!" He calls out as he looks all around. "Maybe we can help ya with your hurt! If ya tell us what happened to ya, maybe we can figur' out a way to fix ya! You can talk to us, we'll help ya if we can!" He looks to the others shrugging. "Can't hurt. Maybe there's a way to fix a ghost." He returns to looking around to see if the ghost responds.
Jivaji had just located the magic powder and was on the way back before the wailing pierces his soul and leaves him shaking. "Heh, ok, guys, I don't think we can help. I think.. Yes I think we should leave. " Jivaji swallows hard, hoping everyone heard him, and thought his plan sound.
"I'm with Jivaji on this one. I think we need to get going, Joe."
Eltumal will start backing up, fear evident in his eyes.
"It hurts.....it hurts.....it hurts..."
Joe shrugs. "Well alright. It don't look like it's gonna tell me how to fix it anyhow. And I don't really know how to kill somethin' that ain't got nothin' to it." He turns to Tam and Silent. "Unless one of you fellas know how to kill it. Otherwise, we might as well get on outta here."
I wanna see what Tam and Silent decide before moving on.
You've never seen a wolf shrug before, but that's exactly what Silent does before sliding back away from the eerie thing... obviously not wanting to engage it if he doesn't have to.
Tam doesn't want anything to do with the creepy ghost. He's ready to hit the hermit's hut.
You all are much faster than the revenant and are able to escape.
Later you arrive at the hut in the previous manner as before.
As you approach, you spot several large traps. Inside one of the windows you see what looks to be a rainbow patterned Kobold pacing about in the place. Odd part is that the traps around the place are large, elaborate, and painfully obvious. You can approach the hut and knock or continue lurking.
"Well, I think we should announce ourselves. Yes?"
Getting just close enough to shout and be heard, Jivaji yells out.
""
He then turns to everyone else, and shrugs and waits for a reply.
Joe gives Jivaji a thumbs up and a wink, thinking that's a good idea.
Silent's only answer it to shift into his towering half-wolf form, blade scraping from its sheath. His yellow eyes scan the area for threats or traps.
Eltumal shrugs, drawing his bow preemptively.
The little white Kobold rushes out of his hut shouting in draconic and shaking his fist angrily at you.
You little whipper snappers better get off of my lawn or Imma gonna cut you!
He seems very upset.
Jivaji squints his eyes and stares at the kobold, scratching his feathery pate.
Unable to decifer a word he's saying, he merely shrugs again.
"I mean I expected him to be startled, not upset. Why would he be upset with us? Unless..."
Jivaji snaps his beak shut, thinking that the noise he made caused the reaction.
"I wonder if these traps have anything to do with it."
Jivaji then kneels down close to the nearest trap to inspect it and hopefully discern its purpose.
Best you can tell Jivaji, these would stop a rex dead in its tracks.
Still waiting to see if someone else speaks Draconic, I think Eltumal does so we will see what he says.
"Jivaji, come back for a second. He seems pretty pissed. I'll try and talk with him, to see if we can get some shelter, or at least have him not, as he says, 'cut us'."
Backing away slowly and carefully, and whispering to those nearby. "No WONDER he can live alone out here. Look at these traps. They're for the dinosaurs! I must study these... If he allows it I mean."
The kobold looks at you with a puzzled expression.
"You not tribesman of any kind! Who are ye? Speak! Er Imma gonna give ya da hanky panky! Hhehe"
Kneels down.
Scratches an ear.
Sniffs the air.
Shifts blade from hand to hand, watching the incomprehensible conversation.
"Hmmm yeah those Tyrants are quite the oversized pests aren't they. Well those monster wont be knockin down ma home. I won't lettem. See em bones over dere. Once such Tyrant came here and got himself stuck den I okie doked im a good one. Teach em not to come prodin around here. So, what brings you lot to ma home huh?"
"Is...Is that a language? It sounds like they're growling at each other.." Tam stands perfectly still, smiling as wide as he can, attempting to look nonthreatening in every way.
"It's a highly intricate form of throat modulation. Takes a while to learn."
Joe shrugs in answer to Tam's question. Then realizing he's got a hang nail, he proceeds to work on chewing it off.
Jivaji starts carefully circling the big traps, without touching them. He wears a deeply ponderous expression on his brow as he inspects.
He draws in the air with a clawed finger as he mutters things to himself inaudibly.
"Meh. You seem a useless lot. Come inside. An don't step in ma traps, they fer tyrants, like the one dat destroyed your home."
The white kobold waves his hand in a manner that suggests he is beckoning you to come. He then turns towards his hut and begins to make his way inside leaving the door open behind him.
Not knowing if there are any courtesy issues, Silent releases the hold on the animal within himself, bones popping back into his six foot human form before he follows the group inside. His blade goes back into its sheath as well as he shrugs to everyone.
"Jivaji, if you wouldn't mind, keep away from the traps. He doesn't want us messing about in the least with those."
Eltumal, bowing to the kobold, accepts his offer of hospitality and enters.
His resigned sigh betrays his disappointment, but still he simply says "Ok. Maybe I can convince him later to let me study them. Of course I understand."
With that, he stands, wipes his hands off, and trods forth.
The roof to the hut is barely over 4 feet high. Tam can move about comfortably but the rest of you are horribly hunched or crawling. The Kobold is moving about "cleaning" the place it seems.
"Don't mind the mess. I wasn't expectin company. Don't touch anythin wit out ma say so er Imma gonna stick ya good. Fine a place ta sit an stay. I bring food in a moment."
The place is adorned with unholy symbols and relics. You also see several well crafted items. Using detect magic you will notice this little dude has a LOT of magic items.
"Touch nothing. He won't hesitate to stick you, he says."
Jivaji keeps his hands quite obviously to himself.
"Is there anything he might want that we have? Some sort of good faith would seem appropriate."
"Right now, I'm just trying to stay on his good side. I'm not entirely sure how he'd take an offering from one of us. As soon as i get more comfortable with our position, I may offer him something."
The kobold brings out three entrees and a plate for each of you. Aside from the tasty looking platter of meat, the other two dishes don't look particularly appetizing.
"Here we have some of me finest dishes. First we have Mugworm stew, followed by raptor flanks, and for desert, Leeches and Cream. Enjoy."
When asked about his trophies he gives the best kobold smile he can.
"Almost all of them come from tribal folks. I have fought to defend my home from many an invader. I gave em all whats for an I'm still here too. You the first to not shoot first an ask questions later. That's a good thing. Cause now I got someone I don'ts hafta Wika pick wit ma stick. Non dese tings have an fancy story except for the staff of dragons which I stole from my old clan near a hundred years ago. Day didn like dat too much at all. Kind funny. Occasionally dey sends their best to recover it but I always swatsem befer day can. You got any neat stories?"
Pointing to each dish, in order: " This is Mugworm Stew, followed by Raptor flanks, and finally, leeches and cream. I'm going to try a bit of each, to flatter him. Have whatever you will."
After helping himself to some of each, and in turn eating a bite or two of each dish, Eltumal continues talking to the kobold, pointing to his clipped ear.
Jivaji is no stranger to the odd things that one must eat to survive, whether on the streets or in the wilderness. He eagerly helps himself to a healthy serving of each. If anything tastes odd or feels weird in his beak, he doesn't seem to show it.
He pauses long enough to ask Eltumal how to thank the kobold in draconic. After making sure his gullet is clear, he echoes Eltumal's words back to the kobold host.
The kobold nods seemingly pleased.
"He what ye like youngins, it be a long time since I have guest who don't wish to kill me. Very annoying.
Joe listens to Eltumal's break down of each dish...and just keeps smiling.
Silent, not especially tuned into social niceties, avoids the questionable-looking foods, but thankfully keeps his face impassive.
Tam takes a bit of the raptor meat, just to try it. If it's good, though, he'll take more.
Silent lets his nose discover the meat trays, testing it for poisons before grabbing a few bites to chew on.
The kobold seems surprised and then leans in and asks Eltumal.
"What kinda repayin er we talkin? Ya see I gotsa thorn in ma side. I useta be apart of a tribe of kobolds. The council of sorcerers said I dun lost my mind an am no use. Can ye off'em fer me?"
Eltumal's face suddenly straighten's as opposed to the lighthearted visage previously adorning his face.
"Not sure what to make of this, guys. As a bit of repayment, he wants us to go and take out what he called the "Council of Sorcerers" from his old tribe. They're the ones that exiled him, because, in his own words describing the reason, 'The council of sorcerers said I dun lost my mind an am no use'. Thoughts, anyone?"
Joe looks at Eltumal curiously. "Sounds like paid killin' to me. I ain't into all that. I'm for a fair fight any day, but I can't just walk on up to someone and just start killin' 'em just because they don't think he's useful. I'm gonna have to pass on that'un."
Jivaji turns a perplexed face to Eltumal "Perhaps we can offer some sort of counter-offer. It is clear that he is quite useful. Perhaps if we attempt to be the arbiter of his disagreement, and work out some compromise in his behalf? We would need to find out exactly what it is he wants out of such an arrangement though."
Silent looks perplexed, hands flashing.