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As arrows whiz out from the trees Kyamba immediately identifies one of the assailants with his keen eyesight, though the other still hides. "Rika! Do something about those arrows please!"
Kyamba then tries to hunker down, saying "Why is he shooting at us? What did we do?"
"If we had some spare time I think I could sit down and whip up a brew that should snap them out of it."
"Hey, that wasn't bad at all" says Kyamba, all wrapped up in winter clothes, after Fizz's first teleport attempt. "Oh..." is all he cna manage once he realizes that they hadn't actually gone anywhere. "Well, I guess we can-" but that's all he can manage before the gnome casts the spell again. Once in the forest the first thing the Chef does is stumble into the underbrush for a nice fit of dry heaving. He reemerges a minute later to wearily follow the dwarven warrior deeper into the trees.
I'm fine with fast-forwarding to combat if we're holding this up too much.
"Well then, once Donovan gets back we can head out. With this map it shouldn't take too long."
"Well" says Rika once the guards have left "Looks like that didn't work out quite as well as we'd hope. We may have to consider going there ourselves."
"Do you all have extra money to actually hire adventurers? Ezren used pretty much all of ours for the teleportation circle. If not, I'm sure master wouldn't much mind wandering around the forest. He likes that sort of thing."
Showing uncharacteristic initiative Rika the Simulacrum takes the opportunity to speak with gathered members of the group: "So? What are you all thinking then? I don't think any beasts will be waiting for us to figure something out before they make an appearance. What's the most immediate threat to this region right now? That may be a good place to start."
"Now this is the kind of world saving that I can get behind!" laughs Kyamba when they stumble upon the taverns merriment. Without hesitation he wades into the crowd towards the stage. If there was anyone being drunk under the table then he wanted to be a part of it. Meanwhile Rika, still maintaining a more mundane human appearance, has moved to one of the empty tables and taken a seat, inviting the rest of the group to join her.
"Considering they dropped us so far north they either have terrible aim or they just neglected to give their reason. Maybe we should head down, try and seek audience with some official?"
Kyamba and Rika will assist as well, though Kyamba is also nice and cozy in his armor.
"You guys act like this is your first time being abandoned on a frozen mountain top."
I don't mind story, I've been trying to interact the best I can. I just don't have any of the skills to know what a Linnorm is really.
Kyamba chose to hang around the mountain shrine, most of his immediate resources were invested in the large parchment he now carried that held Ezren's circle of teleportation. When the call from the Oracle came and the others started to gather, Kyamba's first move was to check all of his available references for information on Linnorms: Linnorm: No known recipes Huh. "So the event is either there or related to it. Either way I think you know what's coming. "Oh yes, definitely. But for the sake of discussion let's just pretend I don't."
"No, you are right Donovan. It needed to be said. I'm sure many of us had similar doubts." Kyamba puts down his own utensils for a minute to speak seriously "But sir...uh, Oracle? Rest assured you will have my services until we have seen this through. If the situation is as you say then it is my duty to do that much at least."
"Or at least wait until the meal is over. Outbursts at the table are rude y'know?"
"No...not really. It was a medicinal recipe that I picked up from a monk back in the day. Turns out if you add a few spices it actually makes a pretty good drink."
Kyamba is busy working away on the half-dozen things that need to be managed at the same time. "I could give you a spot of my own brew if you'd like, it's got a kick to it."
"I'm better at chopping stuff. " "Perfect! Onions it is!" she chirps happily, trying to pull the stubborn dwarf into the kitchen after her.
"Yeah, I tried to tell him that but he told me "that there's enough magical power in there to level a city, I'm sure they can figure it out." "You could always come help me clean the clams!" she says hopefully.
"He says it would be poetic."
Scratching his chin in thought, Kyamba answers "I do have one recipe that is suitable for this occasion. The Colossal Clambake of Culinary Consummation. I'll get it started right away!" he finishes with excitement. He quickly follows an attendant to the kitchen area with Rika in tow. Once there he finds the largest pot possible, a colossal cauldron of black iron. He builds a roaring fire using the newly acquired wood from the body of the Sard and then puts the pot on to heat. In the meantime he goes about collecting and preparing ingredients: onions, potatoes, leeks, corn cobs, garlic, thyme, orange and lemon, and celery made up the fruits and veggies, augmented with the more exotic spices that he found in the Fey forest. While he sets the onions sauteing in the pot with some of the temples sanctified oils, he goes to finds his meats. From the pantry he takes a fine spiced sausage mixed with both beef and pork, clams, muscles, lobsters, and shrimp. Those were good and all, but nothing that would make this dish truly memorable. The Master Chef will need some help. From the hustle and bustle of the kitchen Rika emerges with a message from Kyamba: "Master was wondering if any of you would like to assist with today's meal. He says he'd like to use the meat from a Sea Serpent of some sort, apparently something about their diet makes their meat incredibly supple. He is also looking for fine white wine, and a lot of it." Then the Simulacrum gets a little withdrawn: "And if someone wants to help with the prepwork I'd really appreciate it. When he gets in these moods it's really bothersome. He's basically exhausted the pantry of all it's seafood and spices, but I'm the one who has to actually prepare them." she says with an exhausted sigh.
Unimpressed with Fizzwiddle's grand entrance, Kyamba speaks up a moment later. "Though, more to the point, we are here to find out the meaning behind this:" and he pulls out the card that they had all received at the onset of this journey.
"Let's go see this Oracle then"
Going over to the Sard Kyamba has a beaming smile on his face. The weather was improving, the tree was dead, things were starting to look up! He immediately occupies himself with the corpse of the Fey, looking for something to use in future recipes. Unfortunately, largely because trees lack "meat", he is only able to collect a vial of sap and some logs - maybe the wood would add some flavor to a roast? "That wizard from earlier made it seem like there was more. We should go back to him, see if he wants to let us in on this whole thing" he says while working, no longer having to shout to be heard over the storm.
Round 1 Again the sard escapes Kyamba's grasp. He sighs and lowers his blade, looking around for some bark or sap that he can collect so that they can cast the scrying spell once again. His wings curl back up into his back and he floats gently back to the ground, destitute.
Round 2 Suddenly the Sard returns, with friend in tow. This new creature appears within mere feet of the invisible Rika. "Stand back from it Rika!" commands Kyamba "Let Groff deal with it."
Kyamba then turns back to the Sard, it having appeared conveniently just within his grasp. Somehow he had another chance, and he means to make the most of it:
Full-Attack:
Unlike his previous encounter Kyamba is dead serious right now. He knows that he hast to focus. If they mess up right now then the Sard would have the chance to escape and they'd have to track it down again. He lets his wings go free and shoots up into the tree after the Sard:
"Agreed. It should only take a couple more hours."
"He's just being factitious, you'll get used to it. I can have my assistant do it, but if the Sard has any sort of magical protection I'm not sure she'll be able to penetrate it."
"I have some sap from our first encounter" says Kyamba, drawing out a vile of red liquid. He had planned to use it as the base for a glaze but this seemed more important.
Hopeful bump
"That leaves the Sard then." Kyamba goes the last few feet to the ground below: choosing to rest on a nearby tree to rest and give the others a chance to regroup.
Round 3
Round 2
Rika goes to work trying to counteract the fear-inducing effects of the Jabberwock. "Get back here!" shouts Kyamba as stubborn pride washes away the sense of dread he had felt moments ago.
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