Maddy's form goes for the larger threat, squeezing past Alex. She says nothing but the rage coming off her in waves was palpable. She steps up and carves off pieces of the kuo-toan leader.
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I don't know what a Glue Mary is, Ksenia chirps into the Stool collective. But if they're anything like Nimbral calamari, the key is using rice flour mixed with the flour to get the crisp just right.
WOW!!
The ground erupted into entangling vines, the likes of which had never been seen on this stretch of beach. The kuo-toa were completely unprepared for Precious's spell, and all floundered under the botanical attack. One of Maddy's attackers managed to fall completely over, getting his hands entangled as he tried to push himself upright.
The kuo-toa leader was assaulted on all sides, and didn't stand a chance. Magic and steel ended his lift, and he fell in a bloody heap into the vines. Maddy steps forward to attack him, but finding him already dead, turns her blade to the enemy floundering on the ground. It never had a chance, and Maddy chops him clean in half with her greatsword.
The guard holding Shuushar's rope drops it suddenly and makes a run back towards the village. Ksenia's foe isn't able to swing at her as she disengages from him, but he steps back into range and thrusts his spear at her back. He manages a shallow puncture, and gurgles with mad excitement at the sight of her blood.
Jimjar and Sarith continue to attack their fishman, who, unable to break free from the bothersome vines, dies under their combined assault.
Hue spied one of the Kuo's running away in an easterly fashion and gave chase. All this mess, it couldn't be reported. No matter how he felt. He raised his spear for a running throw.
"A little to the left, Mr Hue ... no too much ... common jus' throw er he'll get away ... Uuuugh!"
The spear went nearly straight up in the air and landed, point down, in a soft spot amongst the rock only ten feet in front of him. It stood there saluting for nearly three seconds before in fell forward. That's when Huet-huet, master of plants and trekker of the underdark, still running forward, trod on the flat of the blade. The shaft popped back up and swatted him in the neb!
"Unh ... Serves me right don'i', tryin' to spear a fishman in the back so ... yup, ouch, one for the note book, if I had it still. This one's gettin' Away!" He yelled to the others. "I sure do miss that bow a mine ... probably the one thing I really miss ... that an' my hat ... yup, I loved that hat." He rubbed his stinging nose.
You stand when your leader has fallen, and when your allies have fled, bravery is a redeeming feature.
Alexandra adressed the remaining fighter as she strikes the Kuo Tuoa fighting Ksenia, as she gracefully moves to flank it.
If this takes it down, Alexandra does not kill it.
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Seeing Alexandra flanking the last non-entangled fighter standing, Ksenia catches its eye, points at it with her short sword, and then motions as if dropping the short sword to the ground. She then readies her blade.
"Drop your weapon, friend." Ksenia says. "There has been enough blood spilled today but if there is to be more it will be yours."
Maddy's gaze fell on the entangled kuo-toa. She waded into the entangling vegetation to get to her quarry.
She barely noticed the greenery attempting to grab hold of her legs as she made her way over to bring her greatsword down on her prey.
Precious winced in sympathy as he watched the creatures who had imprisoner him fall under well-aimed strikes. A shame in a way – had he been tossed to these endless tunnels on a better week, meeting the Kuo-Toa before their town’s recent tumultuous events, perhaps things might have ended differently. But no use crying over metal spilled from a mould, he thought, watching with widening eyes the white-blonde woman trampling through the area under his spell like the entangling plants were mere weeds whipped by heavy winds – several hardier roots that managed to wrap themselves around her legs were promptly uprooted… and from the single-minded expression of focused anger on the woman’s face, she might not even have noticed!
Since his spell didn’t seem to hinder her in any noticeable way he decided to dismiss it – it had already served its purpose. Instead, he focused his attention to the fleeing Kuo-Toa, repeating his muttered incantation, causing another batch of ground to rise up in anger all around the scaled warrior.
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It's true. He shouldn't leave.
Dark Goddesses, guide my hand...
And THEY did...
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A strike worthy of our Lady in Shadows Alex thinks as she beholds the massive strike by Kalanzar
It is good he is your ally in shadows, is it not?
Would that it had blasted a more deserving target
Alexandras thoughts race as she beholds the impact.
As a shock of light lit the landscape Hue ducked reflexively, despite the bolt being so far way. He prairie-dogged to see the scorched back of the Kuo before him.
Ksenia blinks the negative purples seered into her retinas and glances from the smoking remains of the fleeing Kuo and back to the one flanked by her and Alexandra.
"But whatever you decide to do, I think it's fair to warn you that our drow is half lightning elemental on his dad's side."
All around them, Kuo-toa died.
Ksenia stabbed one so precisely, that a rush of black ichorous blood poured from it when she removed her blade. Its fishy eyes bulged, and it collapsed silently to the ground.
Maddy, or whatever was riding her at the moment, slashed her opponent so viciously that it fell apart into three separate pieces.
And the one trying to run away was blasted so thoroughly that little remained but a singed spot on the beach.
For a moment you all stand there, as if unsure that it was really over. Shuushar begins to speak, and all you can hear is his gutteral undercommon - it's then that you realize that Stool is no longer translating for you. In fact, the little myconid is nowhere to be seen.
Stool ran to the lake, lets get him, I may be able to calm him down.
Alexandra prioritizes finding the myconoid over looting.
Precious grimaced as the drow’s glowing lance – it seemed unfair to speak of the projectile as mere arrow – reduced the fleeing Kuo-Toa to… ’Ye know what, I’ll rather not think ‘bout it, all things considered,’ the dwarf decided, turning his back to the grisly spectacle to keep his stomach under control. The antlered dwarf wiped his muddy hands to what little remained of his trousers and
”Well, ye folks certainly did yet part of the deal, ruin take me if ye didn’t,” he said, watching the blonde woman who had done most of the walking hurry back towards the lake – had the myconid fled that way when the battle started? Honestly, he hadn’t been in a position to take notice of the far fringes of the battleground. If so, best for any long tales to wait until that matter had been resolved and everyone was gathered up in one place.
Hue's heart leapt into his throat as he grabbed the spear up and hobbled his way to the water's edge until his shoeless feat were wet to the ankles. The blood from his two horrible wounds started to pool there. He peered out into the water but his eyes failed him completely in the dark. "oh no, oh no, oh no"
He opened up his nostrils and tried to listen. "Ya' blunderbuss ... ya' numpkin head ... weren't looking after yer friend. Ah! Nobody get to calm jus' yet."
He gripped the spear tight in both hands and his panic over the little myconoid he had only barely had a chance to talk with made him hyper alert.
Kalanzar rushes to search for little myconoid without further ado, but seems to be too worried about him and everything that has just happened... He looks disoriented.
Alexandra looks to where she last saw Stool. Unfortunately, he didn't leave any tracks on the pebbly beach, and there is no sign of him in the water.
S~#$, what to do? If I shout for him that will be heard by who knows what, this could work though!
Alexandra uses her silent image ability to conjure a second Alexandra, in a Bikini, holding a large sign saying "Safety this way Stool!" with a pictographic depicting of Alexandra hugging stool and a large arrow pointing towards her location. She lets the illusion move over the water.
Hue watched the image glide over the water. He looked to Alexandra and then to Kalanzar. His face was desperate. "I ... I don' know what to do." He went up to his knees gripping his spear and opened up his nostrils again. "See the stillness of the water? Can ya' smell tha' sower smell? Like someone left oranges to rot in a seaweed an' it's muggy and cold? Somethin' ugly took poor Stool, somethin' put together wrong. I don' think they're ok." He paced a bit in the water panicking.
Ksenia looks in horror at the still waters, and her mind's eye pokes at where Stool's connection used to be, like a missing tooth. She takes in the scene around her: dead and dying creatures breathing their last, her own sword dripping crimson, the milling confusion of their party. And always the feeling of pursuit from somewhere behind them in the darkness.
She has no idea what to do about finding Stool, but she sees that their friends from the Underdark, the ones with whom they shared no tongue but that Stool provided, are suddenly uncertain, frightened. They speak but the words no longer translate in her head. With Zayad and others dead along the way, and now Stool gone, their fellowship was fracturing before her eyes.
Ksenia stumbles over to Shuushaar, Jimjar, and Sarith. "Without Stool we cannot touch minds. But we are still friends and will find a way forward. Do we have any language between us that Shuushaar speaks?"
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Ksenia stumbles over to Shuushaar, Jimjar, and Sarith. "Without Stool we cannot touch minds. But we are still friends and will find a way forward. Do we have any language between us that Shuushaar speaks?"
"Sounds like what passes fer the traders' tongue here down below," Precious said, frowning. "Heard plenty o' it while I was imprisoned in yon village - 'least whenever the locals wanted me to do somethin' fer them an' had got bored o' just pointin' and slappin' me silly when I was slow on the uptake, or when their wants were a mite too complicated-like fer that to git the message across. I can translate if needed."
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It was dark. Darker than the Underdark. Maddy felt disoriented but something about this also felt familiar. Realization hit her like a club and she moaned, ”Not again.”
She began to frantically feel her way around and realized that she was in some sort of room the size of a closet. She felt the panic begin to rise in her chest and she began to pound on the door that she found by feel. ”Let me out! Let me out! You can’t keep me in here!” As she threw herself against the door again and again, she could feel the wood begin to splinter and give way. Soon she would be free and she could get back to the others. But would they still be there? Were they still alive? Her stomach twisted in knots as the door finally gave way and she exploded outwards...into the Underdark.
She looked down and her sword was in her hand, covered with blood. She saw some of the others moving towards the water. There were pieces of Shuushar’s kinfolk littering the ground all around her. She tried to remember what had happened but she had lost time again. The last thing she remembered was one of the kuo-toans yelling at them before everything went black.
Maddy wanted to move but her limbs felt like they were filled with lead. She felt like she’d been exercising or training for hours. She took a step but her knee buckled and she crumpled to the ground exhausted.
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We can't lose him here. He's just a kid and he's going to die alone.
Kalanzar touches the poncho left over from his dead comrade, which he now wears himself. A poncho that still definitely has the spores of a small myconid on it.
Dark Goddesses, give me your blessing! He adds some more words that only druids understand and then throws himself into the water with a running start, holding his breath.
Shuushar wrings his fishy hands and says, "Why did you kill them? They were just going to arrest us. Oh dear, oh dear..." He begins to go to each of the dead kuo-toa, and drags them together, lined up, belly down. He puts their spears in their hands, mumbling words over their bodies.
Jimjar and Sarith assure Ksenia that they could understand her. Both speak common and undercommon. Jimjar also shared the gnomish language with Ksenia, though his accent is strange to her.
Kalanzar dives into the icy water, his drow vision peering through the clear black waters. The cold bites at his skin, but he holds his breath and kicks downwards.
The shoreline is devoid of the schools of small fish he would expect to see aboveground. However, he sees movement not far out, and swims towards it. A good-sized flat fish, with wing-like fins and a long thin tail is swimming towards him. It looks like a manta ray. As it gets closer, Kalanzar attempts to befriend it; however, his spell seems to roll past it as if it weren't there.
The fish swims faster, approaching the drow head-on, and he sees that it has sharp-looking pincers on either side of its mouth, which is full of long, needle-like teeth.
The creature is fast, and is upon Kalanzar in a flash. It tries to bite the drow as it flashes past him, but the druid manages to avoid the sharp teeth.
At the surface, the water swirls and splashes, and bubbles break the surface.
Their leader specifically said to "destroy the witch" meaning me.
S!$~ where is Stool, I dont think I can fight effectively under water... Alexandra sees little way for her to contribute, and keeps having her illusion move around.
Not an animal. Trouble.
Kalanzar is rapidly assessing his chances of survival.
Hue let go of the spear with his left hand and shook it, then found new purchase on the pole. "He jus' jumped right in?! ... He just dove in?! ..." The halfling's shoulder pulsed with pain. He grimaced at the thought of getting the still, brackish water in his leg wound. He looked at Alexandra and then said to himself, "Well, wha' kinda new friend are you to have him be alone like that" He breathed in an out in puffs as he walked forward to his chest, raising his spear so that only the tip was in the water.
Not an animal. Trouble.
Kalanzar is rapidly assessing his chances of survival.
We'll assume K will be swimming faster getting out than he was going in. If he was swimming half a minute to get where he is, let's call it 3 rounds (18 seconds) to get out. Sound fair?
Hue has no way of seeing. What light do we currently have? He will hold his action and watch for surface motion. If he is attacked he will strike back as soon as possible.
I think the only light is Maddy's jar of glowing algae. So dim light for 10 feet around her.
F**# F@*$ F%!@ what can I do, nothing I can hit, nothing I can blast, I cant even figure out anything to ask from Yza that could unf+$+ this! S+&% S~&@ S~$% S+$@ S*## While focusing on her illusion, Alexandras internal mind is close to panicking.
Focus, think. Lets pretend you are Kalanzar, and you just got Stool out somehow, what would you like to see? Chaos? Or perhaps a degree of organization? Her patron asks a very reasonable question
Are you asking me of all people to be organized? Alex asks back
No, I am asking you to improvise, and thats something you are good at. Her patron actually gets through her
Right, I got this! The little mental pep talk concludes.
She takes a deep breath and stop shaking.
Sir Jimjar, could you translate please? She politely asks Jimjar
Sir Szarith, please act as a picket between us and any additional approaching Kuo Tuoa, if they arrive, can you signal via dancing lights on the lake? 1 light per 5 Kuo-Tuoa? Please do not engage but relay the information. She turns to Szarith
Sirs Hue and Precious, you both strike me as man of the land, do you have any idea what could be done in advance to improve the recovery options of what I would guess to be a traumatized hypothermic myconoid and a likely also hypothermic drow? She asks the 2 new comers.
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"Simple in theory - build a fire," Precious grunted, scratching his bread. "In practice, not so sure it'd be a good idea to set up camp here an' tell everyone with eyes fer miles 'round us our location. I said the locals are a wee bit jumpy 'fore we were so rudely interrupted, aye? Well, I meant it. Trouble in yon town. The worst kind - them fellows have caught religion."
"I don't wanna blaspheme, ye understand, so I'll not even try to name yer gods," the dwarf said, giving Shuushar an apologetic look. "Enough fer now, 'haps, to say there's a new divinity in town. People are choosing sides. Tension buildin' an' things be close to snappin'. These lovely fellows here? Followers o' the Deep Father. The usurper. Her new high priestess git powers from something, that's fer sure. Says she's been given visions. Of the bloody sort. This Deep Father? Sounds he's thirsty, an' not fer water or ale, if ye git my meanin'? The last couple days, people been lookin' at me funny, like thinkin' if someone needed to git under a sacrificial knife, why not be the stranger in their midst? Right? Not the best of time to git noticed. At least, not on their terms, aye?"
"Thing is, we all just chose our side, fighting back 'gains these folks. So, the next Kuo-Toa we meet, would be best to be some o' the Sea Mother's followers."
Kalanzar rushes back to the shore with all his strength.
... do you have any idea what could be done in advance to improve the recovery options of what I would guess to be a traumatized hypothermic myconoid and a likely also hypothermic drow? ...
Hue was backing up slowly still watching for Kalanzar. He called back to the shore, "Barring tha' fire our new friend their mentioned, I would suggest gettin' out o' the wet clothes, dryin' up, an' puttin' on some dry clothes. Tea, not too hot. Or warm milk, bread, an' honey. Ah, do we have any a those things? If we don' have any of those things we could huddle, all of us together with the one sufferin' in the centre. Bes' to do that with no wet clothes on." He screwed on a thinking face, "If they are really hurt I could make a poultice. Me maidder taught me a lot of poultices. Take an hour of scavenging. Could use a poultice my own self, come to think of i'."
Maddy sat in the faint glow of her jar and tried to regain her strength. She had trouble stringing complex thoughts together at the best of time. Now she felt like her head was full of cotton and her arms felt very heavy.
She looked up at those who were not at the water's edge and asked, "What happened? Did the kuo-toan get Stool? From the pictures that Stool projected into my head when we were still back in prison suggested that he was scared of them. I had promised him that I would keep him safe from them."
"Is that why everyone is at the water?"
Her eyes fell on the former prisoner. "Good to see that you got free. Being imprisoned in slavery is never right. What do others call you? I'm Maddy."
Deep Father, any other names or titles? By the way, how do you wish to be called Sir as we are at the subject of names and titles.
I am Alexandra or Alex. The Warlock asks.
Her eyes fell on the former prisoner. "Good to see that you got free. Being imprisoned in slavery is never right. What do others call you? I'm Maddy."
The innocent question caused the antler-crowned dwarf to pause visibly, shuffle his feet, glance down like an innocent schoolboy called to the front of the class for a dress-down by the teacher.
”…’sprecious…” he muttered, too quietly to be properly heard, and when he saw the puzzlement in Madison’s eyes he blushed furiously – whether from embarrassment or anger was hard to guess, but a keen judge of men would assume the former.
”Rust and ruin, here we go again… It’s Precious. Happy? Precious o’ bloody clan Ironeater, all right?” he growled, his tone suggesting he expected laughter and ridicule, and had prepared himself for it.
”Wasn’t always so, but… ah, stones! There was this winter, years back, right? Cold as cold can be, me trekkin’ through the wilds, icicles growin’ in me beard long ‘nuff to stumble on, or close enough. Stumbled into a hot spring o'all things – the cloud o'condensin’ steam led me to it. It looked awfully inviting, like, an’ the only firewood around was frozen solid so not much chance o' making a camp. Didn’t worry ‘bout later, focused on survivin’ the there an’ then, so just decided to dip in fer a spell to warm me bones a bit.”
”So there I was, leanin’ back, feelin’ life return to me extremities, when a breeze parts the steam around. Revealin’ her,” Precious went on, clearly adamant to get the embarrassment over and done. You took note that a few strands of his beard were starting to move on their own, slowly and delicately being woven into a complicated braid as if under the skillful fingers of an invisible barber. The dwarf seemed not to notice any of it, focused on his tale as he was, but a slight tick by his left eye suggested he was aware of the poltergeist phenomenon after all, and was doing his level best to ignore it.
”There she was, in her ice-blue eyes and raven hair, sittin’ waist deep in the water bold an’ pretty as you please, in the… ahem, altogether,” he soldiered on. ”Asked me if I would give her me name. Now, considerin’ the... delicate situation it seemed like the thing to do, so I did.”
”And then the pox-ridden minx said she rather liked it and would keep it, but fair be fair, she’d trade me another one!” A pink ribbon appeared from nowhere and began weaving itself into the braided beard. That was a step too far and Precious ripped the strip of glittering silk away – you could see it turn into dried leaves that crumbled into nothing the moment it parted company with his beard. ”Thought it a joke at first, how could I not... ‘fore I realized I had forgotten me old name. Me an’ everyone else, turns out – some folks would swear that was the only one I ever had, and me own mother couldn’t recall the one she gave me.”
”That was only the start o’ me troubles,” Precious sighed. ”She keeps helpin’ me, as she seems to think o’ it. Bloody nuisance at the best o’ times. Not too unusual fer me to wake up somewhere I didn’t go to sleep at. This time, though? Takes the cake, wakin’ up in this little menagerie o’ horrors. ‘haps she got bored an’ wanted to take things up a notch or three.”
I guess we are not leveraging this into a mass silk ribbon production Alex thinks as she beholds the falling ribbon turning into nothing.
I felt we had something in common, although ironically enough my relationship with my patron is fairly amicable. She pauses
As a quick extraplanar/warlock opinion, making you forget your name is easy, especially if you were at that moment depending on her power for life, warmth and sustenance. Making everyone else forget you name is hard. You may have inadverdently crossed into the first world, or that pool was her locus, wellspring in a way, of power. But the "make everyone else" forget about your name indicates serious magical chops. Have you tried written records? Do you remember your birthdate? She adds before
Your deal seems to be akin to that of a sensor, your fae is unlikely to be capable of leaving her area, acts out of boredom, and amuses herself with probably perceiving and/or influencing the world through you eyes. Beware of powerful bored beings...
Adding her best guess
Note, these are just wild arsed guesses, there are similarities between my situation as a warlock and yours, but these only go so far. Alexandra concludes her little talk with a bit of caution.
Does she actually communicate with you? My patron occassionally provides fairly wholesome life advice, and then enriches my "lets swear in Abyssal" repoirtoire when I dont follow it. As she gets back to scanning the area.
Does she actually communicate with you? My patron occassionally provides fairly wholesome life advice, and then enriches my "lets swear in Abyssal" repoirtoire when I dont follow it. As she gets back to scanning the area.
”Her bein’ me patron? Try me bein’ her victim, as I never had a say in any o’ it,” Precious grumbled. ”And aye, ye seem to know yer stuff. First World. Feywild an’ Feydark. Let’s say I been developed a real special kinda survival instinct ‘bout not stepping into stone or ‘shroom circles an’ the like. But seems that when I’m not providin’ her amusement she makes the amusement come to me when I ain’t lookin’.”
”Written names be a good catch. Took me a long while to work me way to it, an’ ye just jump to it in seconds,” the dwarf grunted, looking grudgingly impressed. ”Aye, found me name carved in metal back at Ironaxe Halls. Trouble is, none could read those runes. Scared the bejeebers outta the ol' reconds keepers, let me tell ye. Would have been funny hadn’t it been so bloody scary.”
”Ol’ magic, from the Dawn Ages, they told me. Not that it helps much. She could manage it, and for laughs, looks like. Me? I live fer the day I meet her again’ an’ have a chance to kick me boot so deep into her shapely elven behind she be able to open her mouth, look inna a mirror an’ count them hobnails,” Precious added, spitting on the ground to seal a vow. ”In the mean time… no, she doesn’t tell me anythin’. She just… makes things happen, seems like? Puts me in a position where I ain’t got much choice but do what she wants me to. I guess. It ain’t like she been sendin’ me on grand quests or the like. The way I figured it, she can use a good laugh like anyone so she tosses me into trouble an’ watches me struggle like a tortoise turned on its shell, laughin’ an makin’ bets with her kin.”
I was a bard before I became a warlock, plenty of stories about making deals with fae, demons, devils, axiomites whatever in memory. Getting the written record of what was agreed to is often important, as is getting the name of whoever did something to you.
The inclines her head, probably having a seperate conversation in it.
As the processes the story
Wait, carved in metal? And a Fae messed that up? What? Ok, I am s!$& out of guesses, thats serious magical force behind that, changing metal for a fae is supposedly super hard. At a distance of presumably miles?
Yikes, you must have stumbled upon someone obnoxiously powerfull.
She pauses
Know that laughs are currency for fae, like souls are for devils. The more obtuse and long running the more valuable.
Sarith accepted Alex's request, and took up a guard position further down the beach. Shuushar paused in his ministrations as Precious explained the religious tension that had afflicted his home. With dwarf and svirfneblin to translate, he said, "The Deep Father! But we have always worshipped the Great Sea Mother, Blibdoolpoolp. What could have happened while I was away?"
Kalanzar turned and swam with all his strength back to shore. The not-fish swam after him, biting at his legs and feet from behind. The teeth were so sharp that the drow barely felt the bites, but he could smell the blood in the water.
As the water grew shallow enough to stand, the ray-like thing turned fin and swam away, leaving Kalanzar to stumble, bleeding back onto the beach.
At the same time, Ksenia caught sight of something on the water, bobbing just at the edge of her range of vision. A small, roundish, familiar shape. It was Stool.
Wait, carved in metal? And a Fae messed that up? What? Ok, I am s++& out of guesses, thats serious magical force behind that, changing metal for a fae is supposedly super hard. At a distance of presumably miles? Yikes, you must have stumbled upon someone obnoxiously powerfull. She pauses
"Not messin' with the writin' itself, the way I understood, but how that writin' is perceived by people readin' it. Not that bein' able to do that scares me any less," Precious grunted. "But this ain't a problem that's gonna figure itself out here an' now, with or without our help. So let's shelf it for a spell, aye? There's more pressin' issues here, first with your two friends takin' a dip in the deep an' then 'bout how we will survive the next few days. Yer plan was to go to the town an' get help or somethin'? If so, might not work out so well with them religious troubles brewin' there."
Our plan was to get the f$~& away from the drow who captured us, and back to the surface ideally. This area is not held by Drow, we had a local, figured we could get some supplies at least. It could perhaps be possible to fake our deaths here though to ward off further pursuit. Religious troubles could be an opportunity, likely we killed followers of one faction, as such this could introduce us to the other one.
She chuckles briefly
Its my first time getting captured by drow slavers and escaping into the underdark, all things considered, we arent doing too bad.
She pauses
Huh, Kalanzar, empty night what happened? As she looks at the Drow druid.
Kalanzar is lying and breathing heavily on the shore. He starts to shake a little, but he doesn't seem to notice it. After a half minute he crawls away from the water and gets up with difficulty. There are fresh wounds on his legs, and blood mixes with the water dripping from the poncho. I didn't find him. He walks forward, the drow's face very frowning. He looks at the rescued dwarf. What's your name? How did you end up here? He shakes his head. My manners. I am Kalanzar Mizzrym. He holds out his hand. You can hear by the accent, or rather its absence, that this dark elf is most likely from the surface.
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I didn't find him. He walks forward, the drow's face very frowning. He looks at the rescued dwarf. What's your name? How did you end up here? He shakes his head. My manners. I am Kalanzar Mizzrym. He holds out his hand. You can hear by the accent, or rather its absence, that this dark elf is most likely from the surface.
Precious rolled his eyes and sighed. ’Here we go again,’ ”Precious. Aye, it be me name. No, it ain’t a joke, ‘least not the ha-ha funny kind. No, I don’t feel like explainin’ my story right again as I just finished it.” He hesitated only a few heartbeats before clasping Kalanzar’s hand. ’He might be a pointy-ears an’ one o’ the nasty kind to boot, but he did just fight fer me freedom so ain’t my place to judge him fer the color o’ his skin.’
”As for how I ended up here… went to sleep up top. Woke up down here. These things happen to ye if ye be me, though gotta admit this one was a bit extreme compared to some previous trips. Could be me benefactor” Precious spat out the word ”wants me to do somethin’ here. So I gotta figure out what an’ and where an’ rush into the opposite direction fast as me legs can carry me.”
’Not that it has ever worked before’ he admitted to himself. At times, he had the sinking feeling his so-called patron didn’t have any specific purpose she had in mind for him. Not as long as she found whatever happened funny, and who could guess what gave an immortal the chuckles?