Whisperer in the Well |
** spoiler omitted **
He keeps back and out the way.
Unless any other the others get hear he doesn't want to be in this fight.
In his head, a wet whispering replies:
Initiative Monkey |
WAR AT THE WELL! ROUND 1! FIGHT! OOH OOH OOH AH AH!!
COBRA JOHANN! (Readied bite on piscodaemon!)
WHISPERING PISCODAEMON! (Teleports in the middle of everyone and has telepathic discourse!)
SIR ALPHONSE! (Knows what's up!)
LORD PERPIREEN! (Telepathic discourse!)
LADY IHRIN!
MWIKALI & KIKU!
OGON FOX!
EEEEK!!
Whisperer in the Well |
Lady Ihrin suddenly recalls a nightmare featuring this kind of daemon from when she was a little girl in Romania... In the nightmare, she had been dying of thirst, and upon finding a well, went to draw water to drink, when out of the well scuttled a horrible monster that was part squid, part lobster and part man! It had whispered to her: They are coming to get you, Ihrin! The Old Ones! The Great Old Ones! They are coming to get youuuu...
Ihrin had awoken screaming and feverish from that nightmare...
Now here was the monster from her childhood nightmare, emerging as if by magic from a well, similar to her nightmare! Its pale, dead, squid eyes stare at Lady Ihrin, and its wet, whispering voice slithers into her head telepathically: They are coming to get you, little Ihrin! The Great Old Onesssss!! Yessss!! They are coming for youuuu...
Ihrin Ardlean Dracul |
Ihrin nods to the creature as she steels herself before she strikes.
Tiger Fang: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6
holy: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23
Tiger Fang: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Holy: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Crit COnfirm: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
Ice Tusk: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Holy: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34
Ihrin Ardlean Dracul |
Wait do I get sneak attack for those too?
Ihrin Ardlean Dracul |
Sneak Attack 1: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 6, 4, 5, 1) = 25
Sneak Attack 2: 6d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 2, 3, 5, 5) = 25
Sneak Attack 3: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5, 3, 3, 3) = 20
Making all these strikes Bewildered, taking -2 to his AC for every one, and for me His AC is -4! for three rounds
Whisperer in the Well |
Ihrin nods to the creature as she steels herself before she strikes.
[dice=Tiger Fang]1d20+17
[dice=Damage]1d8+6
[dice=Fire]1d6
[dice=holy]1d6[dice=Crit Confirm]1d20+17
[dice=Tiger Fang]1d20+12
[dice=Damage]1d8+6
[dice=Fire]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6[dice=Crit COnfirm]1d20+12
[dice=Ice Tusk]1d20+17
[dice=Damage]1d6+3
[dice=Cold]1d6
[dice=Holy]1d6[dice=Crit Confirm]1d20+17
AC 24, so with flanking bonus added, all but the second crit with Tiger Fang confirms!
Lady Ihrin sinks Tiger Fang and Ice Tusk deep into the piscodaemon's profane flesh! It shrieks, both verbally and telepathically! SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Wrenching Tiger Fang free from its slimy lobster-like carapace releases a torrent of greenish-black ichor!
She hacks deep into its lobster-like pincer with a second stroke of Tiger Fang, releasing more pus and reeking ichor! GNNAAAAARRRRRGHHH!!! MY CLAAAWWWW!!! it groans aloud and telepathically, its tentacles flailing around its foaming maw!
Wrenching Ice Tusk loose causes the Whisperer to collapse, and Ihrin realizes it was only standing because it had been impaled upon her samurai swords! A third geyser of ichor erupts from that wound, and after several seconds of slowing spasms, the piscodaemon lays still in an expanding pool of foul black fluid...
Michael Johnson 66 |
Dang, Lady Ihrin, nice sneaky crits lol...
A quick search of the piscodaemon's corpse turns up nothing.
A careful examination of the well reveals that the water in it is vile-tasting, having been befouled by the piscodaemon's evil slime. Those who drink more than a sip of it are likely to be very ill, if not contract filth fever or the black death...
There may be treasure sunken deep in the murky depths of the well, but discovering such treasure, if indeed there be any to find, would require diving into that putrid water...
Ihrin Ardlean Dracul |
"Fie ca zeii bătrâni să vă ia și să vă păstreze în iadul pe care l-au creat" Ihrin says in her childhood tongue. She then spits on its body and turns from it looking to Johann.
"let us continue" She says cold and heartless.
Mwikali |
"I might have a solution to exploring the water. I may summon a Water Elemental to see what is down there and fetch it for us?" She says as a suggestion.
Badger, Wood Elf Druiddess |
Lounging in the Catacombs under Istanbul and discussing their future with her companions, the wood elf druiddess Badger gnaws on some bitter, rancid-tasting nalfeshnee jerky she insisted on harvesting from the demon they killed on Brocken Peak during the Walpurgisnacht in the Harz Mountains...
Now we've got a clutch of three eggs, what to do with 'em, aye?
Brutalitops Bin Bayazet |
Lounging in the Catacombs under Istanbul and discussing their future with her companions, the wood elf druiddess Badger gnaws on some bitter, rancid-tasting nalfeshnee jerky she insisted on harvesting from the demon they killed on Brocken Peak during the Walpurgisnacht in the Harz Mountains...
Now we've got a clutch of three eggs, what to do with 'em, aye?
Guzzling mead from a drinking horn, Brutalitops pauses to answer: I've got a great, big, delicious omelette in mind...*BURP!!*
Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe |
You will NOT eat our babies, Brutalitops, you savage! We're going to hatch them and raise them, you brute! Stinking barbarians... scoffs Badger, flinging a piece of demon jerky at her adventuring companion...
Sharpening his legendary "Flying Glaive", the Norse paladin of Odin and newly-appointed Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe interjects: Awww, come now, Frau Badger! Can't we have a nice dragon egg omelette? Hahahahaa!!
Flick Arcanista |
You will NOT eat our babies, Brutalitops, you savage! We're going to hatch them and raise them, you brute! Stinking barbarians... scoffs Badger, flinging a piece of demon jerky at her adventuring companion...
Do you have the slightest notion of how to raise baby dragons, Badger? asks Flick Arcanista, doubtfully...
Pater Antonio Di Bandini |
These dragons are unique on Earth, my friends! exclaims Father Bandini, a heretical cleric who worships Jupiter... Each of these eggs is worth a king's ransom! We should sell them at auction to the highest royal bidder! We'll be filthy rich!
Pater Bandini winks at Flick and gulps red wine from a gold chalice...
Mahari Stubbs, Catfolk Rogue |
These dragons are unique on Earth, my friends! exclaims Father Bandini, a heretical cleric who worships Jupiter... Each of these eggs is worth a king's ransom! We should sell them at auction to the highest royal bidder! We'll be filthy rich!
Pater Bandini winks at Flick and gulps red wine from a gold chalice...
*purrrr*...*meow*... I like the sound of filthy rich, Padre Bandini! How filthy? I can imagine pretty filthy... nasty filthy...*purrrrr*
Mahari's tail flicks playfully...
Rumplestilskin |
At that moment, the Company of the Beryllium Dragon are surprised by the sudden appearance out of thin air of their recently acquainted and somewhat antagonistic "career coach", Rumplestiltskin, gnome trickster archmage supreme!
I love to be the bearer of bad news! Hahahaha!! Guess what your not-so-motherly turquoise dragon friend Grossevapour has done with the precious eggs you worked so hard to conceive! HEEHEEHEEHEEEE!!!
Badger, Wood Elf Druiddess |
At that moment, the Company of the Beryllium Dragon are surprised by the sudden appearance out of thin air of their recently acquainted and somewhat antagonistic "career coach", Rumplestiltskin, gnome trickster archmage supreme!
I love to be the bearer of bad news! Hahahaha!! Guess what your not-so-motherly turquoise dragon friend Grossevapour has done with the precious eggs you worked so hard to conceive! HEEHEEHEEHEEEE!!!
Badger gasps and scowls in alarm at the gnome prankster... Curse ye, Rumplestiltskin! Ye come when you're not wanted, and can't be found when needed! What trick are you trying to play NOW, ye old billygoat!?
Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe |
I'm still trying to forgive you for sending us to Friar Tucker's kobold abbey to learn proper trap-crafting and stronghold defense tactics, Rumplestiltskin. Don't tempt me to use your cunning little skull as a drinking mug... Out with it! What do ye know!?
Olaf growls and grips his infamous Flying Glaive as he eyes the unlikable gnome trickster...
Rumplestilskin |
HOHOHOHOOO!! OH, THE LOOKS ON YOUR FACES AS YOU RAN FOR YOUR LIVES THROUGH TUCKER'S KOBOLDS' GAUNTLET!! AHAAHAHAHAHAAA!!! YOU THOUGHT THAT GAS SPORE WAS REALLY A BEHOLDER, OLAF!! HAHAHAHAHAAA!! AND THE "HINDENBURG" CHAMBER... OH! HAHAHAHAAA!! Rumplestilskin rocks back and forth, holding his sides, his face red, his eyes watering...
Okay... Okay... Haha... I'll tell ye what she's done! She's given the eggs as hostage to three different caretakers in exchange for treasure and alliance! One she gave to the Ottoman Sultan of the Turks, Murad II! Another she gave to the father, the copper dragon, Kupferflügel! And the third, she gave to YOUR lord, he says, leering and pointing at Earl Olaf, Duke of Gloucester, Humphrey of Lancaster!
Whisperer in the Well |
** spoiler omitted **
The piscodaemon falls still, its vile ichor pooling around the monstrous corpse...
Alphonse Veritas, Oathkeeper |
"I might have a solution to exploring the water. I may summon a Water Elemental to see what is down there and fetch it for us?" She says as a suggestion.
"A good idea, Mwikali. I'd go myself if I still had my old armor, but alas it was destroyed years ago."
Never thought I'd miss the old Plate Armor of the Deep I had.
Michael Johnson 66 |
Mwikali wrote:"I might have a solution to exploring the water. I may summon a Water Elemental to see what is down there and fetch it for us?" She says as a suggestion."A good idea, Mwikali. I'd go myself if I still had my old armor, but alas it was destroyed years ago."
Never thought I'd miss the old Plate Armor of the Deep I had.
Yes! Haha!
The Ogon Fox |
"I would have no problem holding my breath," says the Fox as he looks into the well, "but I don't like the idea of submerging myself in that. If it doesn't require too much of you, Mwikali, I'm sure the elemental could weather that environment without trouble."
Mwikali |
"It shall take a few moments but I will summon one." Mwikali casts her summoning spell.Summon Monster 4 to summon a medium Water elemental form the Elemental plane of water.
'Now we wait by the well, should the Tears of Creation need our aid it will pull on the rope and I shall animate it" She tells the others looking at Ihrin a bit longer before she then waits at the edge of the well.
Ihrin Ardlean Dracul |
Ihrin slips into the nearby darkness. She rests her hands on the wall having sat her blades on the ground. She stares into the wall blankly focusing on her breathing as she ignores her companions. She knew of what he spoke. She had seen them, felt them. Could they have brought her back?
Michael Johnson 66 |
Continuing their exploration of the fifth level of the Catacombs, the Mighty Ones enter a richly furnished antechamber (area 25 on the map) with silk tapestries on the walls, velvet carpets on the floors, a long oak couch with satin cushions stuffed with feathers, pine end tables, a mahogany high backed chair, and a bronze chamber pot. A silver flask inlaid with beryls and garnets rests on one of the pine end tables, and a crystal decanter of red wine rests on the other.
Further investigation reveals that the jeweled silver flask, though non-magical, is probably valuable, and contains fine brandy.
The jeweled silver flask is worth 500 gp, and the brandy itself is worth 30 gp. The crystal decanter of red wine is worth 40 gp. Each of the four silk tapestries is worth 300 gp and weighs 10 pounds.
Michael Johnson 66 |
Continuing exploration of level 5 of the Catacombs, Cobra Johann and Lady Ihrin scouting ahead, the party discovers bedchambers for cult members in areas 26 and 27...
Behind black velvet curtains are guest chambers furnished with beds covered with pelts, silken pillows, and down comforters. Oak nightstands and porcelain chamber pots complete the furnishings here.
There is little of real value to be looted in these two bedchambers, and both are currently unoccupied...
Michael Johnson 66 |
A more thorough search of the bedroom with two beds uncovers a bag of holding I hidden under one of the beds.
There are only the following items inside this magic bag: a pale metallic green egg, scaly, and the size of a human man's head, coated in oil and wrapped in waxed cloth; an empty jar labeled oil of incubation; and a leather scroll tube containing a contract written in Draconic and English, between the turquoise dragoness Grossevapour and the Duke of Gloucester Humphrey of Lancaster...
Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe |
Damn you, Rumplestiltskin. Damn you straight to Hel!! I can't believe you aren't somehow the author of this betrayal! Earl Olaf grinds his teeth, knowing Rumplestiltskin was still too powerful for he and his companions to defeat in combat... Well, two are as good as still in our possession: my lord Duke of Gloucester is a worthy warden for the one. And who can begrudge Papa Kupferflügel if he wants one to raise? But the one in Murad's hands... That one we must recover!
Badger, Wood Elf Druiddess |
Damn you, Rumplestiltskin. Damn you straight to Hel!! I can't believe you aren't somehow the author of this betrayal! Earl Olaf grinds his teeth, knowing Rumplestiltskin was still too powerful for he and his companions to defeat in combat... Well, two are as good as still in our possession: my lord Duke of Gloucester is a worthy warden for the one. And who can begrudge Papa Kupferflügel if he wants one to raise? But the one in Murad's hands... That one we must recover!
Yes! At any risk, we must rescue our baby from that madman! The Turks are atrocious! They impale their enemies alive, skin them alive, saw them in half, bury them alive...
Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe |
AYE!! THEN WE SHALL *BELLLLLCH!!* SLAY THIS SULTAN MURAD FOR DARING TO *BURRRRRP!!* STEAL OUR OMELETTE, RIGHT EARL OLAF!?
Whoah. Slow your snow skis Brutalitops... We're not going to be able to get anywhere near Murad, first of all... and even if we did, I don't think we are ready to confront a sorcerer of that power... He's not what he seems to be, boy... He's a shapeshifter... A grand prince among his kind... A maharajah rakshasa... masquerading as Turkish Sultans for the past few successions... a wily manipulator...
Olaf stares grimly at the razor sharp keenness of the blade on his infamous Flying Glaive...
We can't kill Murad... yet... but we can do some damage to his court... maybe kill his most powerful ally: the ancient blue dragon Adalhabarq, who now lairs in the ruins of the Hippodrome... That should send the appropriate message. And we must steal back our egg!
Brutalitops Bin Bayazet |
Blue dragon?... *BURP!*... JA, WE CAN SLAY A BLUE WYRM, RIGHT, BADGER!? I'LL BET ITS HEART, 'N TEETH, 'N EYEBALLS... *BELLLLCH!!*... YOU KNOW HOW YOU LOVE TO HARVEST... EVERY. PART. OF. EVERY. THING. WE. KILL!?... 'N ARE ALWAYS *BURP!!* WONDERING ALOUD TO THE HEAVENS ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY'RE WORTH??... WELL, I BET--
Badger, Wood Elf Druiddess |
Blue dragon?... *BURP!*... JA, WE CAN SLAY A BLUE WYRM, RIGHT, BADGER!? I'LL BET ITS HEART, 'N TEETH, 'N EYEBALLS... *BELLLLCH!!*... YOU KNOW HOW YOU LOVE TO HARVEST... EVERY. PART. OF. EVERY. THING. WE. KILL!?... 'N ARE ALWAYS *BURP!!* WONDERING ALOUD TO THE HEAVENS ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY'RE WORTH??... WELL, I BET--
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!! I GET WHERE YOU'RE GOING WITH THIS, YE DRUNKEN VIKING!! The dragon's parts will be worth a lot! But so will its hoard, you witless, mead-swilling, son-of-an-efreeti!
Flick Arcanista |
I have always suspected that the Ottoman Sultan was a maharajah rakshasa... ever since I read about them in the Devil's Bible... but how do you KNOW that is what he is, Earl Olaf? How are you so certain?
Earl of Kent Olaf Razoraxe |
I have always suspected that the Ottoman Sultan was a maharajah rakshasa... ever since I read about them in the Devil's Bible... but how do you KNOW that is what he is, Earl Olaf? How are you so certain?
You know how our Lady Badger insists on harvesting every bit of every monster we've ever killed in hope that it has some value? That's how I am with knowledge, my Lady Flick. I have probably read every grimoire you have, even though I'm not an arcanist... I read the Codex Gigas as well, my lady... I know what kind of devils and demons walk amongst men, wearing their guise... And I know a good deal more than that... Odin's ravens tell me secrets even the sagest wizards and witches don't know about...
Alphonse Veritas, Oathkeeper |
"A Dragons egg, interesting. I shall claim this. If any have objections?"
"None, so long as you raise it well. Every creature deserves a chance at a happy life."
Lord Perpireen McGibel |
Lord P seems a little upset as they start talking about making the Dragon a protector of weapon.
"Welllll....."
Says Lord P apoligilty.
"Well that is a fine thing but there in lie's the problem. See Dragons are a tricky thing. mortals have a lust for such things. Meny a mortal king would like that Dragon under their control. We would be spending our time fighting of such types seeking to take it for their own. So May I suggest you let me take it to the Queen of the Fey. She will be know who of the Dragon Kin should raise it, for that agg will have family, believe me."
He says somberly. Then adds.
"I ask nort of the treasure you have found to date. But this one thing I ask of thee all. I ask not for myself but for the dragon kind."
Mwikali |
"A clever creature you are Lord Perpireen, How about this. let me make another stuffed creature to accompany it to your realm" She says smiling as she looks at the egg.
"That way I can see it whenever I like? But only when I complete such a creature"