While on the elevator, Vondal asks the group. "Should we find someone to remove the torture bits from these elves?
Undermountain ain't going anywhere."
The aasimar swallowed his hesitation. "That's what I want to do."
"We did much for them already, im sure they can per chance get rid of the bolts on their own, or are we going to pay for every poor lost soul we come across? For them and us? We may never get to explore if that is the case, and be broke in the process" she voices her thoughts in her dry tone, Pac emphasizes with a loud hiss
Vondal blinked. "There are 'poor unforunate souls', Astrillith. And then there's motherfuc*ers with bolts drilled into their fuc*ing limbs!"
"Maybe it's getting good with The Higher Planes. Maybe if the possibility of survivor sex, or maybe because I am big-damn Hero, but I'm gonna get these fuc*ing bolts out of their bodies."
"Sadly, the psychological and spiritual wounds will need to be healed by other ministers than I."
Astrillith in her deadpan face simply waits for him to finish then speaks again, Pac still around her neck, glaring at Vondal
"If that is your goal, I will not attempt to stop you. I was simply voicing my view of things. If the rest also feel the same way as you, I will accompany you on this path."
The godling gives Astrilith a once over, then nods appreciatively.
GODS! The Hatefuc* Is REAL!" Vondal thinks to himself.
Then the aasimar goes back to transporting the injured.
"I was planning on just sending them up. I think when they are in the city they can find a church that will aid them as freed slaves." Ceirn says. "Lathandarites love this sort of thing, right?"
Simon remains silent as well, not really knowing what to say, he has served as a mercenary but this is pure evil for evil's sake and it disquiets his halfling sensibilities.
Finally he speaks to the one awake, "I have a bit of healing left, do you require anymore before you head up to the human city above? The place is Waterdeep, I am not terribly familiar with it but I presume there is at least a temple to the Elven Gods somewhere where you may find some respite and then figure a way home".
"Seems we will need to make camp or rest at the inn. Our resources are dwindling. Not to mention magical healing. Do not wish to be trapped down here with no means to tend to wounds" she sighs as she lazily started to gather her things and making sure all her belongings are secure
"May even take the time to start working on a bracelet"
Sorry folks. Somethings come up that needs my attention for the rest of the week. Be back later
"Seems we will need to make camp or rest at the inn. Our resources are dwindling. Not to mention magical healing. Do not wish to be trapped down here with no means to tend to wounds"
"Don't worry, Ashen Cheeks!" Vondal purred. "My channel energies renew each day. I got out backs." The aasimar looked pleased the grimspawn was going along with his plan.
"That was not my concern. My concern is that if we do not rest we will lack healing" she shakes her head
I will accompany them gaeldon says to everyone. i feel as though this is best for me. I will ensure that their manacles are freed and that they are able to make arrangements to find their home... wherever it is.
Kolaiah grunts and snorts i am leaving as well... my reasons are my own after that, she remains silent
it takes three trips up and down the lift to take the winged elves up to the surface. Gaeldon and Kolaiah ride the last lift up, waving good bye.
I shall remain in the yawning portal for the rest of you. gaeldon calls down. if you come across others like these winged elves, please send them up here and i shall arrange and provide for their care.
"It seems that is the M.O, so you may be seeing more come this way" she half heartedly waves as the last group goes up
Simon waves goodbye to his short-term companions, being in a mercenary company this has always been the way it was, though down here it makes the place seem even more dangerous...
"Well, what else to do but move on eh?"
I will accompany them gaeldon says to everyone. i feel as though this is best for me. I will ensure that their manacles are freed and that they are able to make arrangements to find their home... wherever it is.
Kolaiah grunts and snorts i am leaving as well... my reasons are my own after that, she remains silent.
"What?! No kisses goodbye? Or a going-away fu*k?" Vondal asked incredulously.
"Lets go find those responsible for this. I found a secret door, but I have no idea if it is trapped." Ceirn says as he will go to show Simon what he found.
gaeldon calls down the shaft youre a dwarf! find a hole in the wall and go screw yourself!
Hellig shakes his head. Mercenaries he thinks, with a slight smile beneath his helm. "I can take a look at that." he says to Ceirn.
with the elves sent on their way, and with gaeldon's parting blessing, you quickly move back to the secret room where you rescued said elves.
You stand at the wall where a secret door awaits to be opened....
Simon grins and aids Hellig on his search for traps.
Aid Another -
gaeldon calls down the shaft. You're a dwarf! Find a hole in the wall and go screw yourself!
Vondal smiles as the towering paladin lumbers away. "You see that! Before she met me, Gaeldon was all prim-and-proper. Now she's cursing like a teamster. I am so proud. I'm so glad I've had such a positive influence on her."
"THAT'S MY GIRL!" The godling shouted at the paladin's retreat.
gaeldon calls down the shaft. You're a dwarf! Find a hole in the wall and go screw yourself!Vondal smiles as the towering paladin lumbers away. "You see that! Before she met me, Gaeldon was all prim-and-proper. Now she's cursing like a teamster. I am so proud. I'm so glad I've had such a positive influence on her."
"THAT'S MY GIRL!" The godling shouted at the paladin's retreat.
"I hardly see how this is an accomplishment. Simply because a different word pattern is used to describe a topic" the grimmspawn grimly notes at her gandering of the situation
The aasimar dwarf sighed. "It's about breaking your personal paradime. Setting yourself free of your own limitations and exploring new avenues within yourself."
Vondal wraps his arm around the tiefling's hip. "I could help you with your paradime", the godling purred with a wink.
"I do not believe there is anything to be changed about me, I am not bound by anything" she replies with her usual monotone expression, even with two very distinctively different eyes. Pac on the other hand hisses and takes a snap at his arm,
Vondal has his finger posed to flick the viper on the head should he snap at him again.
"Change is growth. You know this. Eventually, you get new spells to cast, become more knowledgeable. Despite how incredibly awesome I am,
I know there's always room for improvement. Personally, I hope to one day achieve sublimehood."
"Growth and change is not the same. All things end up the same place. In the dirt. So change, in the end is meaningless" she stares it him, almost unblinking, the snake does the same
Simon listens to the banter of Vondal and Astrillith, "Change may be meaningless on a long enough trajectory but short term change is necessary, well, depending on your pursuits in life. If I didn't improve in finding and disarming traps, I wouldn't be here!
What's sublimehood? That sounds great!"
"I do not mind growth, but change? again, does not mean much in the end" she restates her view towards Simon
"Sublimehood, or being sublime, is a state of being in which your entire being is suffused with positive energy. According to my research, sublime beings never get sick, heal from most injuries in a few moments, and never grow old. Some sources say, sublime creatures are so overflowing with life energy; that they are the most potent, virile, and longest-lasting lovers on the planet. With only a small time of recovery to go again!" Vondal said with a knowing chuckle.
"People don't really change much. The most you usually get are some window dressings." Ceirn says as he waits for them to open the door.
"Someone understands" she looks at Ceirn
Vondal shakes his head, his arm still around Astrillith's waist. Looking up at the grimspawn, the godling comments. "You're terrible at flirting."
"Always double check your change. Some merchants are less than honest." Hellig says, deadpan.
Vondal shakes his head, his arm still around Astrillith's waist. Looking up at the grimspawn, the godling comments. "You're terrible at flirting."
"Flirting is simply dodging around a topic that can easily be handled if one simply states your intent. No need for innuendo or sidestepping. Never mind all the ambiguous words." she blandly states
"And you too are correct Hellig, to be stolen from by a dishonost trader is something that should be handled on the spot. It would be unwise to make an enemy of someone that could potentially rip your soul from your body by a mere wave of the hand. So I do not understand how some would risk such a situation by trying to steal honost earned coin"
Vondal shakes his head, his arm still around Astrillith's waist. Looking up at the grimspawn, the godling comments. "You're terrible at flirting.""Flirting is simply dodging around a topic that can easily be handled if one simply states your intent. No need for innuendo or sidestepping. Never mind all the ambiguous words." she blandly states
The dwarf looked up and grinned. "Then I guess we'll table this discussion until we're topside, then." Vondal growled.
"Very well. As long as it isn't soon. I feel we have wasted a lot of time going up and down, and have very little to show for it" she gives a forced sigh
hellig marks the outline of the door in chalk, and steps back. He looks critically at it, and steps closer, looking at every nook and cranny for a hidden trap, a switch, a spring, pin, needle, trigger, something that would indicate a trap to be sprung.
Simon stands beside hellig, muttering Now, be careful, the slightest vibration can trigger a spring trap. though that does depend on the tension set on the catch. Oh, look at that one! It holds a slight discoloration...
Simon marks the odd colored stone mixed in with all the bland grey stone.
the stone itself is small, next to tiny. the size of a knife tip.
Perhaps this is it? simon asks hellig, his finger hovering over the small rock.
As you stand before the door, discussing Change vs Growth, You hear the loud sound of metal clanging upon metal.
It comes from out out beyond the secret door you all passed through to enter into this room.
Oh, fiddle sticks! you hear a woman growl softly, a bit loud for the undermountain environment where did they go? they cannot have traveled too far from here...
"Hello? Anyone?" Olga asks as she wanders her ioun Torch circling her head. The tall Illuskan Blonde with smokey grey eyes, her tabard of yellow, orange, and red with the beautiful symbol of Lliira on the front. Her cloak hangs down her back.
In her right hand held several metal throwing spikes. Tall and muscled, the platemailed lady seems to tread carefully, her left hand close to her cloak's edge. She seemed to stride on the balls of her feet opposed to the heel.
"Yet another stray" the grimmspawn sighs as the blond comes into view
Simon doesn't turn around as it's a critical juncture i the trapfinding and door unlocking process...but he does retort, "While we are certainly a they, we aren't expecting anyone, but any friendly face is a welcome sight down here.
Well met, I guess?"
Simon is clearly a Halfling based upon his height and build. He has a heavy crossbow strapped across his back over a backpack and wears no discernible armor.
" Hello!" Olga says excited at the prospect that this was the aforementioned group.
" I'm Sister Olga Lackman, Joybringer! I was told of your group by a Paladin named Galedon." She says politely.
The suave, very charismaic dwarf with a long, luxurious golden blonde hair steps forward.
"Why, hello. Sister Olga Lackman. I am Vondal "Silvertongue" Goldbeard Vergadainkral. Unless the knowledge was complimentary, please disregard anything Lady Galedon said about me."
The godling playfully pokes his tongue out of the side of his mouth. "And yes! It is silver. And highly functional."
"Welcome down here. We are just about to try and head deeper in. Did Galdeon want you to join us?" Ceirn asks as he looks at her and seems to be weighing her response.
" A silver tongue, Lovely. I do have various reciepes, I may have need of your flute teaser when cleaning the spoons" Olga says witha smile.
" I kid, and Yes I follow the Revel Mistress. Though I never was one to stay peaceful, but I am a healer, if not with spells, with divine blessing and well I have a wand or two to aid us" She says smiling all the same.
" My specialty is the Shuriken. Though I have other weapons, I also move fast, can cook, as well as sing, dance, juggle and crack wise. I know I can be of great assistance both magical and spiritually!" She exclaims, overtly wxcited for some reason.
" Oh you asked about ehy. Well I am a healer and have need to try and find the gear of my fallen friends. I had to attend the Festival as was my given duty. They came here Waterdeep without me. By the time I got here...they had all perished. Save one. Who was never recovered. Some say they have seen them down here. But theh run off before anyone gets near to confirm. Twas a Halfling lass Ophelia Tosscobble, longtime friend. I need to see if I can find her. You all were recommended because you needed a healer and were probably heading into to more deeper areas where she supposedly dwells." Olga says confidently to the others her iuon torch swirling about her tall frame.
"A halfling you say? She may well still be alive, we are after all a hardy folk and our small stature allows us to hide in places others may not notice. Welcome, we can certainly use assistance!"