Violant yells loud profanities in Utopian, preparing a non-elemental spell next.
Whistling at Wilbur Lyra calls him into the fight Attack boy!”
Moving up the the frog (2) Lyra attacks with her tusks.
Lyra, unburdened by thoughts of betrayal, shakes off the dominating beam from the Dragon Pillar before whistling for her pig and then lightly goring a nearby Grippli.
Grippli 3 moves back, drawing its shortbow and fires an arrow at Samael.
But its terrible aim causes the shot to go wild and into the trees.
The Remaining Grippli that looks a little different remains on the ground, prone focusing their energy on casting a spell causing a hideous creature that looks like a freshly pulled tuber that has grown into the malformed shape of a child with a grotesque face and hideously bloated body to climb out of the ground. Seems as though the Grippli has little regard for their life or defending themselves.
the Indigo Dragon Pillar again, eyes glowing fires off an indigo beam at Lyra again, intent on dominating the Saranaite Priest it seems.
Round 2 - Is Dahak the Rainbow Dragon?
Indigo Dragon Pillar - Charged,
Samael ☘️ -
Violant ☘️ -
Stom ☘️ -
Oppa / Doxie ☘️ -
Grippli Archer 1 - 27 damage
Grippli Archer 2 - 4 damage
Lyra / Wilbur ☘️ -
Grippli Archer 3 - 13 damage
Grippli Greanspeaker - 26 damage, prone
Unknown hideous Plant creature
Then he will begin juggling a couple of cards.
Samael quickly gets to work disabling the magical runes that are carved into the pillar, after his experience with the first pillar he had already devised a plan and was able to quickly and efficiently disable the runes. The pillar makes a sound going deeper until it trails off into silence, the smoke drifting away and the glowing eyes grow dark.
The glowing purple eyes of the Grippli's fade away and they immediately clutch their wounds, looking around confused, speaking in Mwangi, "Ohhh what happened, we were trying to investigate the pillar,"
Slowly and carefully raising her holy symbol she speaks loudly in Orcish as the symbol begins to glow. Everyone within 30 feet notice their wounds begin to heal.
"Klllarkisha Sarenrae brisshhraka liikk"
Violant tries all the language she knows (Varisian, Common, Empyrean, Draconic, Elven, and Utopian). Failing that, she pulls out her staff with translate stored, and points at it and her mouth, as if to say. Translate prepared.
The grippli's seem confused, though even they are aware of Saranrae and surprised when healing magic washes over them, knitting closed the majority of their wounds.
As Violant switches between different languages, the Grippli's try as well though they know only two, Mwangi and a croaking chirping language that must be their native tongue.
Communication difficulties are left moot when Violant casts a spell enabling her to understand them.
One of the Grippli's, his mottled green skin still pale from the strain, clasped his webbed hands together and croaked, “We… we are free.” His wide eyes turned to the party, shimmering with relief. “The whispering in our minds… gone. You have done what we could not.”
Another stepped forward, the eldest, and the spellcaster, by the look of the silvering frills along his jaw. “We tried,” he said, his voice carrying the rasp of exhaustion. “We knew that pillar was an abomination to Dahak’s name, an insult to all that lives. We crept close but it twisted our thoughts before we could strike," He trailed off, glancing at the other freed gripplis, shame flickering in his gaze.
Upon seeing the grippli's stop fighting and hearing Violant translate, Stom apologizes for hurting. "Yeah, uh, sorry about hitting you with my axe. I hope it wasn't too bad. Luckily, Lyra here is real good with bandages and such. She patched me up plenty!"
"I apologize about my... rashness. My education was in mathematics primarily, though I'm a wizard for the sake of self-defense. My typical solution is to... admittedly, throw fire at anything that isn't clearly immune," Violant says with a somber chuckle.
"The Mwangi elves were the one that bestowed this staff upon me, I don't usually have Translate prepared but it would be a good decision in the future. It was no problem, and we hold no grudge against you. You're not yourself under another's control aside from a few things like expertise."
Another grippli, still rubbing the base of his skull, croaked, “It is no trouble. You were not yourselves either, not in the way you acted, perhaps, but in your urgency to destroy that thing.” His eyes darted toward the shattered remains of the pillar. “That. . . pillar, you came here to destroy it yes? Why do they exist? Who made them?”
Aye, we destroyed another one that was dedicated to Dahak" She spits on the ground at the evil gods name. "A friend of ours saw this one from the tree line and let us know that this one was here. Are you from around here?"
Continuing to borrow Violant as a translator, the spellcasting Grippli speaks up, "We are, our village is not far from here, a few days north, we have good relations with the Ekujae but otherwise avoid this part of the jungle due to the Cinderclaw's growing influence. We were investigating though because the Ekujae asked us for help,"
Stom sheepishly stows his large axe and helps Lyra bandages any further injuries. He tells the Gripplis of how they toppled a different pillar not too far from here. "We pushed the damned thing over and burnt it. Now that this was one isn't confusing everyone, I say we do the same thing to this one. Soon enough, we'll have all of them burnt to cinders."
Assuming no one thinks wiser of this idea, Stom encourages some of the stronger Gripplis to help him push the pillar over and makes preparations for a fire.
Once Doxie gets over the disappointment that "Frog-legs" weren't on the dinner menu for the evening she takes out her frustration by helpin Stom push the pillar over.
Oppa sits in the shadiest spot he can find and relaxes after the scare of the encounter a bit distraught that he had damaged these friendly grippli so.
The Ekujae asked for our help as well. We’ve fought some cinderclaws before we got here in the jungle. You are welcome to stay with us as we camp tonight, there is plenty of room.”
Watching the flames she wonders out loud ”how many more of these pillars do you think we will find?”
"Please, do stay with us if you need shelter for the night," Viiolant says. "Least we can do for my dumb mistake. Firebomb the Dahak statue."
Working together you guys topple over the dragon pillar, it breaks into several pieces, surely slowing down any attempts to repair it immensely.
The Grippli's accept you're offer to camp for the night, and after moving a suitable distance away you guys camp, swapping stories of past adventures.
In the morning the Grippli's mark their village on your map, though its and let you know they will speak with the Elder Toads about securing additional help.
Renali returned from scouting to the North and gave it the all clear, packing your camp you guys continue skirting the Blindness Line, the next day passes rather uneventfully, without much to see. There start to be signs to the South east of traffic but also some lesser foot traffic possible to the South west. Opting for the more traffic'd route, you guys are rewarded quickly with the discovery of an actual path through the jungle as you draw closer, you guys quickly smell an acrid odor of something burnt or burning and every now and then catch glimpses of smoke in the distance.
A large pit has been dug into the ground at the center of this clearing, coating everything nearby with yellowish mud. A rough camp has been assembled around the mine.
Let me know what you guys want to do.