Lady Gormandelle snaps at Hoo as she passes.
**CHOMP!**
Xavier scores a line up the Lady's side as she does with an off-balance lunge.
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Gormandelle continues to try and maul Hoo, and draws blood. **CHOMP!**
Gormandelle snaps at Hoo as she passes beneath the water. **CHOMP!**
Woman bites dog! **CHOMP!**
Arrows and swords rain down upon the water but only Xavier's cudgel slowly brushes up against the little monster's hide as she zips by the sling part of the staff working like a little parachute, causing drag, and slowing his swing. Xavier also attempts to climb onto one of the statues .
Darting through the water as if born to it the piranha woman snaps her teeth at Hoo's legs. **CHOMP! CHOMP!**
The monstrous little fey woman shouts something unheard underwater then turns like shark upon Xavier. **CHOMP!**
The monstrous little fey woman turns on Boomer. CHOMP
Stupid, slippery giant otter head thinks Steffan as he tries to find a handhold on the wall. Dice:
"TRAITOR! Well you can go too! And take that one over there as well he has nothing more to offer to my court!" She points her crossbow across the room to the big gilded, display cage containing the stuffed remains of numerous birds many of which have floated off their moorings, and cover the inner surface of the water in their bright plumage. Stefan:
Stefan notes a seemingly dead or unconscious human amid the riot of dead birds in the cage. Gormandelle tilts the bow downward fires at Vozzik.
*PLUNK*
"Well...." says the fairy impatiently.
Twang **THUD** goes the bolt into a giant ant's head. shouts the little web-fingered woman. She aims her little crossbow and fires.
It narrowly misses and goes **PLUNK** into the water.
"So" Lady Gormandelle announces dramatically to the discontents within her court from atop the iron gorgon's head. "Leave now, or things might get rough for you!"
"I'll consider it if you'll eject, or subdue your more thuggish companions. Are they always like this?"
"What? You find you friend's relationship with me intimidating?" Gormandelle says to the gray-haired archaeologist.
Hoo's arrow more-or-less bounces from the fairy woman's arm. "OW! That almost hurt! You know you can put out an eye with these things--but that's a different fairy." she says brandishing her crossbow. "My furry friend does not seem inclined to protect me from all these slings and arrows. Spiny One, perhaps I might impose upon you to help?" She bats her eyelashes at Boomer.
"Stefan!" cries Lady Gormandelle, "Don't just stand there! Stop them!"
Lady Gormandelle looks stunned.
"Grr!" Angered by such defiance Lady Gormandelle puts a crossbow bolt through Vozzik's shoulder.
"He has such pretty tusks." says Lady Gormandelle. She smiles.
Vozzik goes as stiff as a plank. "You have insulted me in my home!" cries Gormandelle.
Vozzik's vigilant regard of the fae creature becomes Hypnotic as he continues to approach her. Conjuring his best air of authority, he counters "Oh, no, I don't think so. Squatter's rights in Absalom are only honored in the event a structure has been abandoned , and we have certainly not abandoned this facility. My friend here sometimes misspeaks; the Society's Archives are much more than simple libraries. Something you would surely know about a place you 'have always been-"
"Are you about to threaten me, Mister Astrana?" dice:
"'Library?'" the feral-looking little fairy woman says. "What sort of library has water running through it? And do they not have what the mortals call 'books?'" "There are no books here child. Only big beautiful smiles." she beams. "Why stay in such a dreary place as this? My lady should be out and be seen by as many people as possible that they might bask in your beauty!"Stefan says in what he thinks is a charming way with a smile full of sharp teeth. "You flatter me Stefan but please let me hear your words away from the noise of the waterfall."
Vozzik rolls his eyes as he enters following Stefan and Boomer , saying to his companions, "Again with these interlopers claiming our property as their own!" Changing his intense focus to Gormandelle he counters "I am Vozzik Astrana, and my associates and I are representatives of the Pathfinder Society. If there's to be price negotiations then we're happy to discuss occupancy charges for your presence here in our facility; I'm afraid the damage deposit is probably a lost cause, at this point." "Stefan, I find your friend quite rude. We have always been here, Vozzik Astrana."
"Anything for milady." Stefan says in a dazed voice as he enters the room. "And your friends? Please come in. Relax in my pool. All are welcome but-" and her voice suddenly turns serious "there is a price.... It will cost you a smile." At the revelation her voice once more grows sweet, and joking even if her own tatterdemalion smile is slightly off-putting. Looking about the room, Boomer immediately spots the grogon head that the strange lady is standing on. "Uhh. Hi there, M...m..iss. What are you d..doing in here on that g..g...gor..gon head?" He glances over at Stefan who seems rather taken by this lady. Lady Gormandelle coyly deflects the question "Now, now, now. Smiles and introductions first."
"Come in Sir Mariano, I am the Lady Gormandelle. Please come in and close the door, we do not want to let all the fish out." says the lady from her perch.
"Hello there." says the small feral-looking woman. "Do come in." She smiles and her smile reveals an assortment of teeth like none any of the party have seen. Tusks, fangs, pointed canines, and blunt, grain-crushing teeth of all manner of beast seem to show in that smile.
Striking upwards though antlers and around horns is not the easiest way to fight. The fact that his sword is seems only barely capable of damaging his foe makes things even harder. And then there is the fact that he is hanging off the wall by one hand. "Teeth." Lady Gormandelle croons. Then the fey woman bends down and opens her mouth like python exposing ring, after ring of assorted fangs, teeth, and tusks like some sort of nightmare shark.
Lady Gormandelle smiles down at Derkhan with her comically overstuffed mouth full of what look like other people's teeth. "You have such a pretty smile."
The little woman begins to sing. Her voice is--captivating.
"My, what a simply charming smile. It is even prettier than the troglodyte's." beams the strange little woman at Derkhan. dice:
Kolris and Derkhan both hear a flutter as if one of the many birds mounted on the wall where still alive. Suddenly a pair of diminutive little pink blurs buzz out from amid the display. Both little creatures seem to be wielding large dirty pliers for some reason.
One of the nearly toothless things bites Derkhan on the finger hard.
The woman begins weaving a spell.
Little pink flying things - knowledge (nature) 10+:
The little winged things are tooth fairies (of a sort). Tiny, winged fey creatures. Little pink flying things - knowledge (nature) 15+:
A favorite of childhood nursery rhymes, like the scissor man who relieve thumb-suckers of their addictions, and the bed bugs that you don't want to bite, tooth fairies a of course interested and related strongly to teeth. Specifically, they fly about at night relieving those caught unaware, or made so by their magic of their teeth. What they do with the teeth is a matter of some conjecture. Little pink flying things - knowledge (nature) 20+:
The little rascal's bite contains a magical paralytic that immobilizes their prey allowing them to take their time with a victim. Little pink flying things - knowledge (nature) 25+: Like many fey, they are resistant to normal weapons--only cold iron is fully effective against them.
”Yes, we are fancy and sensible and sensitive, too! Look lady. We are looking for a way to get the water out of this library. Any way you can help us? I mean we are nice people! Sorry also for my rude behavior!“ he says insecurely. "Then nose-goblin, you and your companions should step away from the waterfall so that We may hear you." Lady Gormandelle says sniffing. The water is actually pretty loud.
"Your rude friend will have to speak up if he insists on standing all the way over there." Lady Gormandelle says to Fentar. "Though he might shout like a scruffy nerf-herd in his own hovel, I would ask you to shut the door on him, and leave him without if he cannot act civil in my home."
"I am Lady Gormandelle." says the small woman imparting the name with gravity. Lady Gormandelle herself is as pale as a fish's belly, and has webbing between her fingers and toes. But one is always drawn beck to her teeth--a mismatched collection that looks like it was drawn from a dentist's and a taxidermist's respective collections of odd but pretty extras. "Come in. Lady Gormandelle wishes to see you and your lovely smiles."
[dice=Sense Motive, urbanite]
"This is an aquatic fey! They can charm with their songs. They can drown you and can transform into other humanoid and animal!" Tofang shouts. "I'm right here you know!?" the woman shouts back in indignation. "And whatever it is that you are supposed to be, you are lacking in subtly and manners!" She turns a kinder eye upon Fentar. "And what is your name my vibrant saurian friend? Come closer so that I might see your smile clearer."
The door gives way and out fro around it flushes a font of water. A thin waterfall drops from a grate in the ceiling fifteen feet above, creating a curtain in the doorway to this flooded room. Beyond, mounted animal heads glower from virtually every inch of every wall. Stuffed specimens also lurk beneath the dark water, their antlers, horns, and claws breaking the surface here and there like twigs in a swamp. In the eastern corner, a large gilded cage sits mostly submerged, its waters thick with embalmed birds bobbing at the surface. A small, fishy-looking, feral woman with a gob full of mismatched teeth stands on a iron-plated bull's head and says something to Fentar the moment he wrangles the door open.
Fentar, failed?:
Fentar is charmed.
Small web-fingered woman - knowledge (nature) 13+:
She seems to be a strange sort of bog nixie--capricious cousins to regular nixies--aquatic fey creatures. Small web-fingered woman - knowledge (nature) 18+:
Like 'regular' nixies, bog nixies are mischievous and fickle creatures known for using magic to charm those they find interesting into spending time with them in their freshwater homes, with their haunting songs. Bog nixies however are dangerous and often end up drowning the objects of their fascination. Often both sorts transform into other forms both humanoid, and animal, to help facilitate their tricks. Small web-fingered woman - knowledge (nature) 23+:
Both types of nixies are resistant to normal weapons and mortal magic. Cold iron however bypasses this protection. ========== metal bull's head - knowledge (arcana) DC 18+: The head was (at least a part of) a magical beast known as a gorgon.
"That's it my lovely girls! Bring me his lovely teeth!" says the small feral singer before continuing her song.
Dawn prods the woman. "How rude! I'll have you know I'm a lady! It says so in the text!"
"'Destroyed?' Hah! I think not! You'll all be my little babies! You and all your beautiful white teeth!"
"OW!" says the woman. "That really hurt, you jerk! You could put an eye out with that thing!" The bullet bounces off side of her head with about half the effect that Bob would normally expect, sure the stream of water that followed the bullet out of the rifle might have something to do with it, but still.
The small woman puts on a pair of oversized, horn-rimmed spectacles and says sweetly through her tusks to Vina, "You wouldn't hit a girl with glasses on, would you?" Vina; Will save (DC 17, but you get a +5 bonus!; failure): Vina is charmed as if by
Elianna's bolt transfixes the little fairy who goes *plop* into the water. The horrible little woman screams. She stops singing and turns to the remaining fairy. "AH, Rosie! Vamme lóre tye ulundo selde! Tye mime valief, Rosie! Sanda -yes ar linne- hosta- i carcane!" Sylvan:
"AH! Rosie! Snap out of it you stupid girl! You were always my favorite, Rosie! Prove it, and harvest for me his teeth!"
Scowling Lady Gormandelle fires her crossbow down at the exposed Elianna hitting her in the shoulder.
Razka's lips part in a sleepy grin. The combined chemical and magical lights sparkle off of them so hard and with such charisma that they chime. There's another sound from across the room, like sunrise over Springfield, or in this case the small lady with the large collection of teeth when Razka's pearly whites come into view. She grasps a small high-powered crossbow , hops up and down, shrieking and pointing. She sings louder. Those in the party who know the Sylvan tongue can translate it. In the Common tongue it would go a bit like this:
The fat, little, gurgling tooth-thief that stole one of Dawn's canines visibly drools around the pilfered tooth that sticks out of its lower gum like an white ivory stalagmite in a wet pink cave. It repeatedly snaps its rusty pliers in anticipation.
The dolphin (possibly distracted by dolphin mounted on the wall beneath the iron bull's head) misses as the toothy little woman hops up and out of the way.
She snaps with her mismatched teeth at the dolphin as it passes, but misses. Edwin misses as well, but doggedly fights through the magic cast at him.
A square that is part of a deep bog has roughly 4 feet of standing water. It costs Medium or larger creatures 4 squares of movement to move into a square with a deep bog, or characters can swim if they wish. Small or smaller creatures must swim to move through a deep bog. Tumbling is impossible in a deep bog.
The naked, winged babies grin toothlessly at the incoming wave of colors, then the rosy one sicks up into the water. The small woman suddenly looks defiant upon her high perch. She shrieks down at the party: "Tye vér-! Tye vér-! Er, ni cen-, marta ana n- instructed! Er marta a mára ungwale! And then curiously she begins to sing a haunting song. Sylvan:
"YOU DARE! YOU DARE! Someone, I see, needs to be taught a lesson! Someone needs a good spanking!" Everyone - Will save v a mind-affecting charm effect DC 17; failure:
The PC falls under the power of the small aquatic woman's captivating song! A victim under the effects of the captivating song moves toward the small, pale woman using the most direct means available. If the path leads them into a dangerous area such as through fire or off a cliff, that creature receives a second saving throw to end the effect before moving into peril. Captivated creatures can take no actions other than to defend themselves. A victim within 5 feet of the singer simply stands and offers no resistance to the singer’s attacks. This effect continues for as long as the small woman on the armored bull's head trophy sings, and for 1 round thereafter. This is a sonic mind-affecting charm effect. The save DC is Charisma-based.
Edwin: There is evil present in the room but the paladin hasn't narrowed down where it is before the singing starts.
"Oh lala! Carcane na- i erya valief nat -esse i nór!" the little woman says as if it should be plain to every right-thinking person everywhere. She pulls out a bit of string, and begins floss. Sylvan:
"Oh no! Dental hygiene is the single most important thing in the world!"
"Aist- tye. Tye londe't anna ni anime tare, ehtelë? Mill nelci possiblime? Tye cen- ni col- tien ar ni maure tare. Cen-?" As she talks she fingers her wide mouth made into a near-permanent grin thanks to all the oddly jutting tusks. Using her digits, she pulls back the corner of her mouth to give the party a distant view of her glistening, lower-right, back gum line. Sylvan:
"Thank you. You haven't brought me any more have you? Millstone teeth perhaps? You see I grind them, and I always need more. See?" The tiny, chubby babies chortle and coo as they hover like dragonflies over a pond. The rosier of the two hiccups, and looks uncomfortably colicky.
"Man tye? " says small woman in an archaic form of Sylvan further garbled by her mismatched teeth. Her mouth seems full of different types of teeth some of them too big for her small size. Many are obviously from animals. She rises to her feet upon the bull's head. She has a worryingly feral look about her. Sylvan: "Who are you?" |