Something is moving underneath the small blanket... squirming quite hard to get free.
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Dimple scoots up, whispering, "This is creepy, right? 'Scissor-Mom' and whatever Bundle of Joy is blorfing around under there." She looks up at the half-elf, "Blorfing should totally be a word. Blorf; verb. Creepily undulating under the surface in order to freak out others." She stabs a finger at the bassinet, "That's a blorf, right there if I've ever seen one!"
Kasvot's short delay shows nothing with his magical sight. Vie keeps an eye on the creature in the other room, she does not seem to do anything but sit there snipping her scissors.
*snip... snip*
Liet-Gar flings the blanket away and there is nothing there!
His confusion quickly turns to terror as he feels a thousand tiny little pricks as something is climbing up his arm. Looking down his heart skips a beat as he sees a small fiendish centipede crawling up his arm from inside the blanket. He jerks his arm away and the little vermin falls to the floor. It starts to flee towards some furniture.
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Joining in the warrior's panicked response, the gnome screams as well. Oh no! Where did it go. Did it bite you?" She grabs the half-elf's arm and pulls it closer to inspect it. "Did it burrow under your skin? I hope it doesn't leave a scar...or worse. You know, like crawling through your body to lay eggs in your face." She grabs his chin and drags him down so they are face to face. "You don't feel bubbly or pregnant or anything, do you?"
Despite all that is happening, she can't stop herself from musing. Even now, his eyes are perfect. And his lips, they are like RIGHT HERE! Just a quick peck. What could it hurt? I bet they're soft, like clouds of cinnamon.
The little centipede explodes in a splatter of guts and legs.
The commotion seems to stir the creature from the other room as she stands and moves over to the doorway.
*Snip*
"What is happening? Is my baby okay?"
*Snip*
There is nothing in the crib except some purple goopy egg remnants that used to contain a centipede. You are quite sure that the snip snip lady will not act favorably to finding out her child is gone.
It does not seem impressed by the words but seems entranced by his smooth voice and doesn't seem to push the issue. Instead it turns steps up next to Fromagalli and stares him directly in the face, "Ooooh, your eyes are so pretty. May I borrow them?" It reaches out towards his face to stroke his cheek lovingly.
Up this close, the half-elf can see that the creature's eyes appear to be completely blank.
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Dimple steps between the two, "Okay creepy lady, that's about enough of that. We already have a borderline crazy person, and Niza doesn't need anymore competition." She looks to her fellow gnome, "Oh please! You talk to a bird." The bard continues, finger out in accusation. She then thinks about the scissors and retracts all her digits before they can be snipped. "Look, stop rubbing on people and askin' for parts. Wow! You have no eyes. Okay, kinda off-putting and probably makes it hard to finds a date...or anything really. But all of that is besides the point. Leave my guys alone!"
A big ole creepy smile spreads across the creature's face, she drops her scissors and claps in glee. "Oh yes, that was a fun little show! I like you all. How can I help you?"
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Raising an eyebrow, LGZ visibly relaxes. 'Huh? Oh, didn't realize I'd tensed up...seems ok now though...'
Leaning forward, he pokes Dimples right shoulder. "Hey, ask her to tell us everything about the people that used to live here. Ask if there are another other things alive in this place and whats going on here."
Stepping back, he forces a smile and waves awkwardly at the creature. "Dimple is quite the talker for sure. Yep."
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Niza's eyes narrow as she looks at Dimple. "If you had a bird as awesome as Albis, you'd talk to him too... guarantee it." Her glare softens a bit as she strokes along Albis's wings. You think I'm a 'borderline crazy person' now, wait and see what happens if I get separated from my emotional support bird.' She huffs audibly and eyes the creature with suspicion, but stays back and away from the its scissors.
As everyone is now all super good friends, she happily shares what she knows. Some things she does not know.
"Well... my name is Anilda and I am a fey creature that has sorta gotten stuck on this plane, but I like it here! There is such beautiful tragedy and emptiness in this house, it's delicious. Anyway, that's why I wanted to know about the people who were here, they must have just had such a horrible life or... at least tragedy in death. Thank you for sharing what you all know about them. Currently though there is a very strong gentleman down in the basement that commands the mites, dirty little creatures they are. I'm always having to clean up after them all. Do you like my outfit? I think I look fetching. I don't know anything about the basement, I've not been there. But there is a dangerous metal snake that bit at me when I tried to dust the table in the middle room up here. I'm not sure about the corner room though, it is locked up tight and the key is nowhere in the main house."
It turns back to Fromagalli, "Are you sure about your eyes? I bet I'd make really good use of them. It's only temporary."
This eerie creature resembles a human with oddly segmented limbs, waxen skin, and doll-like eyes.
Steal Eyesight (Su) Once per day as a standard action that provokes attacks of opportunity, a nukkefeen can steal the eyesight of any humanoid or animal that can see within 30 feet. The target must succeed at a DC 14 Will saving throw or become blinded for 1d4 hours. During this time, the nukkefeen loses all the benefits and drawbacks of blindness and blindsight, and it gains the target creature’s low-light vision and darkvision abilities, if any. If the nukkefeen dies while using the eyesight of a creature, the affected creature immediately regains its eyesight. If the affected creature dies before the duration ends, the duration of the nukkefeen’s stolen eyesight is instead extended to 24 hours. This is a curse effect. The save DC is Wisdom-based and includes a +2 racial bonus.
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"Gentleman downstairs? Do you guys think he'll want to play Grumpy's game? He's been preparing for a while now. Hope he's ready soon."
I might be willing to loan you my eyesight for a time just for the experience.
Dimple's heads turns sideways, like when a dog is trying to figure out a new word. "Um..really? You want to be totally blind? That's crazy, even for a little bit. I mean, you wont' see any of colors, made up or not. Well, you wouldn't see anything really."
She seems quite excited about Vie's offer, "Oh yes, that will do fine. Anything else you all wish to know? I could tell you about all my experiences taking other's sight. It is quite wonderful. So many colors!"
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Giving the fey creature a wide birth as he unconsciously rubs his eyes, LGZ smiles wryly. "Um...yeah. Thanks. Perhaps we can have further discussion later. Right now though, we have to see to our tasks."
Following Dimple down the hall, he whispers "If she took your eyes, would she get that neat tattoo as well? Or just the eyes? That's gotta be painful."
"And I thought bugs were bad..."
"Anyway, hows the door look? Ready for me to open it?" he inquires, pulling his cold-iron weapon out again.
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Dimple stops in the hallway, pointing at the warrior. "YOU don't talk to the creepy scissor-lady! Like, ever again!" She starts walking again. "Not even the eyes, just your sight."
He thinks my tattoo is 'neat'? AWESOME! Should I tell him what it really means though? Nah. Why ruin this? Her legs slightly buckle as floats down the hall on a happy cloud.
Dimple carefully inspects the lock, checks over the key and then slips it inside. As she slowly turns it, she notices an odd catch. Quickly stopping and inspecting further, she realizes that the door has been triggered to require not just the key but a combination of twists and turns with the key.
She takes a deep breath and begins the process. A few quick clicks and twists, the door seems to unlock. Liet-Gar opens it and... it opens. The room inside seems dusty and un-bothered by mites or psycho maids.
The furniture in this irregularly shaped room are cluttered with scientific equipment, and the glassy eyes of taxidermy animal heads stare down from the walls. At the north end of the room, the stuffed body of a large, winged beast is mounted on a low platform.
Nothing jumps out at Liet-Gar and he doesn't notice any obvious traps.
As Vie activates his magical sight, he notices a large number of auras. On the table in front of him is a whole pile of magical potions, five of one kind, two of another, two of a third and one of a fourth. He has no clue what the set of five might be.
Over by the fireplace he notices a singular item, it looks like a monocle, but it definitely has some magical properties. There are also four obvious alchemical fires and two sun-rods next to it.
No traps activate upon entry and movement and the creature is most certainly not alive. It also appears, if you collected all of the remaining items in the room, they would complete an entire alchemy lab.
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"Okay, that half set of glasses there is pretty cool. Imagine if we had the other half! I bet the schmuck who owned 'em wore it like some kind of Chelaxian aristocratic jerk." She waits a moment, "That sound fun actually." Dimple makes a circle with her thumb and forefinger and holds it over her eye. She begins talking with an erroneous version of a Chelaxian accent. "Oh I say! Look how evil and debased we are today. Does anyone plan on going to the flayings this afternoon? Perhaps after tea we can go to the exchange and see how much our souls are worth! Pip pip to eternal damnation and all."
The group collects the potions, alchemical options and the fancy eyepiece.