Having been raised in the desert, Gnasher nods in agreement, hoping 'Right as rain' is a good thing. Topping the stairs he moves from the odd stone cage-like thing into the underground garden with the Almond tree.
Looking around for any threats before he makes himself comfortable on one of the 'Park benches' and settles in for the night.
Urah nods as he passes the headband to Tarak.
"Not very useful for me. Most of these items do not fit me but I'm sure the rest will find more use out of it."
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None at all, and you should all be at full health and con for your departure.
Waking refreshed and feeling more himself, Gnasher eats what was left of the cooked snake he was carrying in his pack. Putting on his armor and gathering his things he eventually shouldered his pack and rested his bardiche on his shoulder. Watching the others he waited till it seemed that everyone was ready to go. Smiling a toothy smile he points towards the stairs leading to the 'throne room' "Tribe ready to see if false priest awaits?"
Not really waiting for an answer he begins to climb the stairs back to the 'throne room.' Intent on heading to the slaves area, but expecting to be confronted by Zayifed, the self-proclaimed prophet of Sarenrae.
Malgrim shrugs and says, "I doubt we will ever see him again. But I am ready to leave this place unless someone knows of an area we have missed." He then follows behind Gnasher as they head up.
After preparing his spells and meditating on his day, Tarak rises and joins the group.
"If we be fighting this priest, I'll cast a spell or two." Tarak growls as he responds to Gnasher's comment. He then gets to casting a few spells and shifts into his favored form of a huge tiger.
Character sheet issues
@Urah
@Malgrim:
unless you accept burn in which case it can go higher. Could you list it by the +4 shield so I know where it comes from?
@Gnasher
@Tarak
"I have gleaned some new insights but whether they are useful or not....I do not know." Urah offers.
As the group strolls out of the lower levels you hear a door opening from behind you and a blue skinned giant of a being with an all too familiar voice appears in the room.
"At last! You found it! Centuries it has been lost and finally my patience has paid off. The scroll, give me the scroll and you can leave peacefully."
At that you hear a screech from the stairway and you see another blue skinned humanoid, though obviously of a different race, yell venomously.
"That was not our deal, treacherous Janni. you promised I would get their souls and you would get the scroll. I too have been patient. Are you backing out of our deal? Perhaps I should take your soul instead?"
There is something eerily familiar about her. Ah! The mute! And my, what a big tongue she has! Forked and tasting the air like a snake's.
Hearing the door open Gnasher turns and faces the false priest. Looking from the false priest towards the screecher, he recognizes the 'slave girl' they had 'rescued.' Realizing both blue creatures were too far for him to surprise, he looks to his companions wondering what they were thinking.
Stalling for time so the others could come up with something brilliant, he glares at the girl on the steps, spitting in a very human fashion. "Slave girl learn to speak, did slave girl learn to fight as well?"
Feeling a tinge of betrayal, he turns back to the false priest, patting the scroll tube with his free paw. "Gnasher may give up scroll, but not soul. Kill slave girl then we talk."
Malgrim glances silently at Gnasher and then waits to see if the gnoll could actually get the two potential enemies to fight.
Really now. The mute slave girl had this form hidden away. the ifrit thinks to himself in disgust.
He begins searching for additional routes that he could use to avoid these two but Gnasher's actions rendered them moot.
"Fighting them might not be in our best interests."
Tarak watches and listens, and licks a paw.
The creature pouts at you and responds, "Oh my dear furry Gnasher, of course I CAN fight. But that is so droll. My cousins prefer a good bloodbath, and though I enjoy the spectacle when it comes to you mortals, I prefer a more subtle approach. Though I admit was tempted, when I saw your scraggly group crossing the wilderness, I must confess, to destroy you then and there, but it was far more entertaining to travel with you and learn ALL your weaknesses." The voice turns teasing as she lists them. "Like little Urah there who can't make up his mind whether to flee or fight. Malgrim who likes to lurk in the background and toss water bolts. Tarak is a bit squishy and you have a weak will. And now, once I finish with you, there are all those delicious slaves, and smelly troglodytes to play with."
Her voice is a symphony, alluring yet disturbing at the same time. It reminds some of you of those dreams you had.
Quickly turning to Urah, Gnasher gives a curt nod, hoping to formulate a plan that didn't involve all of them dying gruesome deaths that ended with the loss of their souls.
His head spinning Gnasher tries to gather relevant information as the not-a-slave-girl monlogues. Resting his paw on the scroll tube; The not-a-priest was a Janni, these two were some kind of 'cousins,' he wanted what was in the tube, she wanted their souls and had been observing them as well as sending the dreams.
Determining that she was the more immediate threat, Gnasher ignores her and keeps his eyes on the Janni. "Scroll has no value to Gnasher, But Gnasher very attached to Gnasher's soul." He nods towards the not-a-slave-girl, still feeling very betrayed. "Kill her or Firestarter prove why Gnasher named him Firestarter." He turns towards Urah, hoping his friend would we willing and able to torch the scroll.
Tarak yawns.
Then starts cleaning the other paw.
the Janni laughs and says "Try it. It will be a good test to see if it is authentic. What are you offering, though. I kill the seductress and you give me the scroll? Considering her lack of cooperation, I am sorely tempted, particularly if you help."
The look he shoots towards the blue-skinned lady shows his annoyance with her.
And, yes, that proclamation is met with a vicious snarl from the other side of the room.
"I don't like threats. I say we just kill them both and be done with it." Malgrim says.
The lady give Malgrim a slow clap. "That's the spirit, my boy. Kill us both, starting with him." she finishes by pointing at the Janni.
"I think you disappointed Gnasher. I doubt he will be the first to die even if he is equally arrogant." Malgrim says with a shrug.
"I do not want him to die. At least not so soon. I have many uses for him. You too, Malgrim, in case you feel left out. In fact, I have an idea for the both of you."
At this point she gets graphic. Her schtick is about warped sexual encounters so I'll skip the actual monologue and leave it to your imaginations. She's been in your dreams so she knows just what to say to make you uncomfortable.
Satisfied with his clean paws, Tarak simply watches the conversation, tail swishing.
Urah looks as the male stranger.
"What is this scroll that you've being looing for and why is it something you've being looking for so long? Also Even if we accept your deal, it doesn't apply to her." he points to the former slave girl.
"As for you. If we're so entertaining, you might as well let us go and continue watching us." he pauses as he glances at the scroll understanding what Gnasher wanted.
"Of course. I could just torch the scroll and see if it's genuine."
@Urah, you recognize the male as a Janni rogue (DC 23). It is a unique creature so it is difficult to discern. You do know that it is highly resistant to fire.
Need a second roll for the female which is a DC 17.
The Janni already responded to the threat of torching the scroll and actually encouraged you to try. Certainly if that worked the Janni would quickly lose interest in you.
"So... You would like me to test this scroll and see if its' the one you wanted?" Urah holds out his hand for the scroll from Gnasher.
"If it's the genuine article then my spell would not work but if it does then it's highly likely that it's already being taken. I have a good guess but of course it would be denied." he smirks. attempting to convey a confidence he does not feel.
Hoping Urah had a plan, Gnasher takes the tube out of his belt. Holding on to it for the briefest of seconds he breaths a very human sigh and hands it to Urah.
@Urah
Your audience awaits!
Tarak eyes the tableau with interest, ready to toss lightning death at a moments notice.
@Urah, with a 27 you know this is a (CR 7) Pairaka. A Div who can fly, teleport, summon things, use spell like abilities, and much more. With that roll you can weasel out some specifics on one topic and can read all about Divs in general.
Handling the scroll, Urah looks at it carefully.
"This is likely the scroll you seek but That one." he points at the Div.
"Won't want your to have it no matter what deal you'd have made. It's not her nature to honor such deals. We on the other hand will do so if any deal was made. On the other hand, she obviously looks down on all of us, probably thinks she can take us all down easily."
Smiling a toothy smile as he hands the case to Urah, Gnasher turns back to the Jinn. "Firestarter is right the slave girl is not to be trusted."
@Urah
They are both heavily into blue, though you have seen Zayifid, the Janni, wearing the colors of Sarenrae, which are red and yellow. But at the moment he is wearing a blue robe. Though who knows, that may be covering something.
Zayifid gives the div a mistrusting looks, but waves it off.
"I don't need her to have my back, and I don't trust her, I just need her to join in the fight. As for deals, there is no deal, just mutual benefits. You trust me, dear Synthia?"
The div responds with a purrrr. "No, definitely not. But I expected treachery later, not so quickly." Of course treachery by who is left open to the imagination.
Urah grins as he notes the colors.
"Nice robe you got there. A complement of Blue though the last time We saw you, Red and Yellow seemed to be your favorrites. In fact you had so much red on you, You were more Red then I am." Urah points.
"That Blue robe out to cover something? Mutual Benefits? We too would like them but it seems that you would rather have none then some?" he indicates the now named Synthia.
Synthia steams a bit as Urah jabs his finger at Zayifid as she tries to penetrate his 'disguise'.
With a little distraction she turns back to your group to answer the question. "What mutual benefits are you offering?" she snaps at you.
In a very human like fashion, Gnasher raises an eyebrow, and asks the Div, "What do you want?"
She cocks her head and thinks for a minutes, the suggests a debasing sexual act that involves all 4 of you. Oh, and would require you removing your armor.
Tarak chuffs in … mirth? It’s hard to tell coming from a huge cat.
"Well? based on her thought process which are rather one sided and mutually not likely to benefit us. Perhaps the gentleman over there would be more amendable." Urah turns towards Zayifid.
"Between you and me perhaps we have more in common." he says
"I just want the scroll."
Zayifid's goals are pretty single minded too.
Furrowing his brow, Gnasher looks from the Div to the others and back again. Shaking his head, "Armor not only barrier." He gestures towards her, "Div smell too wrong for that, maybe if smell more like gnoll girl."
Malgrim looks at the Zayifid and says, "The girl...thing...has made this kind of personal. Stay out of this and we can work on a deal after."
"Very well, I will stay out of this. Afterwards I will get the scroll."
At this Synthia shrieks and begins some magical stuff and rooks her finger at Malgrim.
Ongoing effects not mentioned below:
Bold may go.
Malgrim Gryh (-0 HP)
Gnasher (-0 HP)
Tarak (-0 HP)
Urah Pyr (-0 HP)
Synthia (-0 HP)
Understanding what Synthia is trying to do, Urah tries to stop her! A spell of his own is flung from a hastily casted spell as a malformed ball of cold ice and snow pelts her!
Realizing the fight had commenced, Gnasher watches as the mute girl flies and casts a spell as Urah 'returns fire.' Moving forwards and lifting his bardiche Gnasher begins to rage. His paws grow into overly large claws, his eyes glow red, his fangs enlarge and he begins to froth at the mouth. While his brown hide takes on a red-orange cast to it, giving a peculiar laugh. Telling the Pairaka "Mute girl should have stayed mute girl!" as he chops at her with his pole arm.
Both Gnasher and Urah get lucky and land some nice hits on her, though Gnasher's hit is mitigated by some really tough skin. Still, she seems a bit surprised at your accuracy.
Ongoing effects not mentioned below:
Bold may go.
Malgrim Gryh (-0 HP, need will save)
Tarak (-0 HP)
Synthia (-43 HP)
Gnasher (-0 HP)
Urah Pyr (-0 HP)
Growling that the woman was too far to reach, even with his strangely extended natual attacks, Tarak paces a few meters then growls out a spell.
"Never mind guys, we should kill Zayifid instead!" Malgrim says as he realizes the tragic mistakes he has made in life!