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As stated, I'll be going my own way now. Still no response from the GM on any device or method. Life can be life, but still, a simple word would have been nice. I'm going to look for other opportunities and I hope you all have a good time on the boards.
It has been since the 23rd since we heard from the GM. Not sure what could be going on that they don't at least post on their phone in the discussion room, but sometimes things can be disastrous in life (which is strange since he's online all the time on discord). I understand regardless. I will say though that if this absence continues for a little bit more, I'll be stepping back and seeking other roleplaying opportunities. Numerous people have reached out to him in a myriad of ways--here and on discord--and have heard nothing. I will give it a few more days but then I'll go my own way if things don't improve.
I am doing well, how are you doing? :P I am thinking we are waiting to see what Vezura is doing. I know Ardran's player mentioned they are just observing just above here in a post. Maybe the GM is busy also?
"It isn't our doing, sir. And the fact your companion over there is bleeding and has not even come over here yet, indicates to me that perhaps you have not shown symptoms until now, when pressures and hearts are elevated for battle. I suggest you seek a healer; for you and your crew, and perhaps enact a self-quarantine." Opal didn't have to express how serious disease was to a sailor. They live it. Now that the captain lingers, even the great Sir Balin begins to raise up his cloak to his mouth, despite being a decent distance from the captain. Opal-Balin looks briefly to the crew to see if they are doing likewise. Only she and Aenil really know what's truly happening.
They have been fully convinced now of the authentic reality before them, not to mention Sir Balin's strength of witness. Nor did they experience being cursed, but now are bleeding a little and are thinking they are under attack? Because of this, Sir Balin-Opal in a gruff voice asks, "To what are you referring to, Captain? Get your inspection over with! Our cover is at risk, as you know there are eyes upon these waters. Hurry along, I beg of you!" He stands with full height and authority. "Months of planning..." However, a curious look crosses his face as his anger lifts. Confusion then crosses it as he tilts his head to the side, "You are bleeding from your ear there. Are you well, sir? In good health?"
As they had prepared beforehand for this inquisitorial route, Opal had prepared the proper paperwork to get them through any checkpoint with no questions asked . Opal-Balin will produce the paper, folded and worn down as if it has been in his pocket for some time. It will have every proper seal and possible treatise to ensure they are not bothered. However, since the Captain has asked what is in the crates, Opal-Balin is unsure if the paper will be enough. Vezura will have to come up with an answer. Opal-Balin hands the paper to Ardran to give to Vezura.
"We're not here for a news update, Captain. And were are not concerned about bugbears. Is this necessary, Captain?" If needed, Opal-Balin will remove the hood, revealing himself; as well as cracking open the outfit to show his hidden outfit underneath.
For however stern/scary Sir Balin naturally is, that is how stern she is at this moment. Would Opal-Balin find fault with the Captain's family after this mission? That could be a thought that crosses this guard's mind. Who knows? However far Sir Balin would take offense on this situation concerning a Captain interfering with catching a deadly witch or pirates using magic, that is how seriously Opal-Balin will respond. Using the telepathy that they share, she suggests:
Opal remains sat down by the rear of the boat so as not to be seen as the soldiers approach; even by a telescoping lens. When they call out, almost upon them, Opal will assume the form of Sir Balin of Karfeld sitting on a crate. Her outfit will shift to that of a humble boatsman with a hood. It has the added flavor of Sir Balin's trademark outfit concealed underneath the overcoat, as if it were him hiding his true identity. While he says nothing, Opal-Balin will emulate the thoughts, mannerisms, speech patterns, knowledge, and demeanor of the famed witch-hunter; right down to the sneer of disdain for them interrupting. As the Captain boards the boat, Opal-Balin is distant, as if letting his subordinate handle business.
To answer Vezura, she states, "This ship has a fairly high back end, meaning, that if you angle it so the back is parallel to the boat chasing us, they cannot see who is on board, especially if the crew is ducked down and dragging these crates. I thought it a brilliant idea. We will have cover from direct sight. That means we can be as frantic as we wish moving this cargo to where it needs to go, as long as the Captain can keep us in alignment with the other ship." She looks to Ardran. "And that would be our bluff. That we are fishermen and a traveling family, nothing out of the ordinary. I can work on our fishing credentials as they approach, stating we have the right to be fishing in these waters. If they board us, I will be secretly casting a spell showing ice within any crate they open--ready for fish to be put inside. Then, if things go sour, or if you Captain just want us to kill them all...we can focus that direction."
"Captain, the cargo is piled high in the center. If you level it amidst the ship, keep some of it hidden under the rise of the rail of the closer edge of the ship, it will just look like you have a lot of crates and might not be suspicious. If you take these cargo nets, roll them up, and hang them over the side, it will look as though you have a net ready for fishing. Your crew already looks rough enough to be fishermen." She wonders what the captain thinks of this plan.
"I am well aware of the Mitran's views of other gods and mine in particular. Despite their finger wagging at me, more soldiers and sailors partake of Calistria than the Mitran temple knows. It has been my life's work to disturb their perfect little world for what they've done." "I am skilled at whatever I put my mind to. If you wish me to pretend to be a nubile young woman accompanying her family then I shall gladly take the part." Within a mere second and a wave of her cloak, her yellow and black Calistrian robes shift to that of a white dress and just as revealing. It is the sort of thing a young girl would wear for the purposes of travel, to look nice while doing so. With a quick change of her hair to look more youthful, Opal is ready to assume her role. As the captain comes over, the youthful woman looks somewhat shocked she is being made to work. Looking to her 'mom' for direction and seeing it is their 'purpose' on board, she accepts her fate. "Fine...It is a deal then." Her hand is loosely offered out to the Captain to seal the deal. "I may be young, but me and my family will do our best sir--I mean, Captain!" As she goes to slowly move forward, she will seemingly stick her shoe on the edge of a plank and is made to stumble and fall into him. The innocent girl will cling to his outfit to keep from falling. In near-horror and embarrassment, she looks up to him innocently. "I'm sorry...I'm not used to walking..." she self-depreciates as she stands tall and readjusts his clothes. "I like your ship though. It looks fast...and hardy as any ship I've seen, I'd wager. I bet it flies when not laden down so much," she states as she picks herself up from him. If he is still willing, she will finish shaking his hand.
Days: While on the river, she will set up her alchemy lab, as the river is gentle enough and she will make some alchemical minor goods to help with hangovers and the like. Once the ship even begins to approach the open ocean though, she will put her kit away. The days following are full of conversations with her. In the evenings, when not slightly tipsy on beer, she will find time to enchant some items if the party wishes it. She shows great skill at language and will even talk to the crew to some degree. The captain will see she is not as useless as she seemed at first.
During that time though she will keep her lust aura softly enticing people in their passions, all except her party. It would be a slow burn over the next week. Not enough to drive men mad, but certainly enough to fulfill Calistria's desires to sense the heavy lust laid on the ship. On some nights, most all were sleeping, she'd perhaps stay up with those on watch and would attempt to lure those crew members (with delay disease active of course) to have "fun" as quietly as possible without waking others and especially outside the knowledge of her "parents". As normal, she'd make each of them pay her in some form, however, on this trip, she prefers payment in information. She is an experienced lover. Making even the shortest of secret flings far more fulfilling than most. It is her intention to be well-loved among the crew for this trip so she will take every opportunity to enjoy herself (singing shanties if they have them, drinking, encouraging the others in the party to loosen up). One would never expect that this dewy-eyed girl was going to help kill them all. On days when the sea would be dead and flat, she would pull out her alchemist kit again and begin making a poison for ingestion. Her tubes are marked in a language most don't understand, so even those who inquire would only think she is making more Alchemist's Kindness. Perhaps the party can put the poison to use to weaken everyone when the crew finishes unloading all of the cargo (as she isn't unloading anything). During this time, she will also try to read to others from the books she carries on her person, more for her sake than theirs. Opal will also fulfill her hedonistic urges by gambling and making money as well as she can. Simply playing the games themselves would alleviate her frustrations aboard. All in all, she does well for a "youthful Girl" aboard a ship of gruff manly men.
In a lower voice, so that the sailors nor the captain hear, she answers: "I am proficient in forging many things. If it is a legal document of this region...all the better," Opal smiles up at him and continues to speak in a low tone. She will remain in that tone until they are swarmed by sailors and/or the captain. To answer Ardran though, she states, "I am a Calistrian Priestess, heading to the next port town. Some priestesses will board boats to give pleasure to sailors along the way as they travel on their journeys. It is quite natural for me to be here. Aenil is welcome to be my understudy and bodyguard, unless she has a devious other plan as to why she is here." At that, Opal looks to Aenil and curiously raises an eyebrow. There is a fun grin on her face to see what the redhead wishes to be. This all speaks to their casual relationship in being a bit closer. The others have had an opportunity to draw close to Opal, but have not done so yet.
Opal will bow again in regal fashion and will make her way down toward the vessel awaiting them. Now that her questions have all been answered, she's eager to get the mission underway. Perhaps some time to purchase gear would have been handy, but as she thinks to what she keeps on her, it should be enough. As the ramp to the vessel rises before her, her lust aura comes intoxicatingly strong. Perhaps it is her desiring to make a good first impression, but she wants all eyes on her.
Those aboard would see a timid creature with curious eyes. Her beauty is comparable to many eye-catching young women, but for some reason, her features inspire men and women to linger. Even races that have little desire for humans may find her appealing eyes drawing. Her outfit dances in the breeze as she stands at the end of the plank on the deck awaiting her companions to rise to board, and were it not for her sultry hanging belt, one wouldn't think her incapable of anything combat-wise. Yet on that belt, there are small bags of varying size as well as some potions. It all adds to her mystery.
"I would think the Cardinal has hired the Captain for the purpose of Smuggling, and so he should have his affairs in order. The Cardinal isn't one to overlook such details. I imagine this captain also regularly takes on passengers, and we will be posing as such?" she asks the Cardinal. Ardran's third question is one she definitely wishes to know the answer to.
Arguing difficulty isn't the purpose of the above post. The purpose is that I'm not assuming. I want to know for certain. It isn't meant to be a slight upon you or anything. It's a courtesy to the GM and to our roleplay to ask this. At a player's table, in short (and if we were in Starfinder campaign), I'd simply be asking GM, "Captain, do you concur?" If so, I roll, if not, we learn more about the GM's view of his world. No worries either way.
@GM. I'm not going to roll knowledge rolls for some of these recent things mentioned that may not even be in the game. I just wanted that cleared up. For all we know, Nocticula and Baphomet don't exist in your world and Ardran is using Golarion knowledge for that purpose. However, if you, the GM want to have some other homebrewed organization, I'll leave you to that. If you want to use Golarion's demons/devils and agree that such forces exist and can be knowable to us, it wouldn't be a hassle to roll for Ardran's skill check. I'm not going to assume as much though. These are extremely high-level creatures on a different plane of existence. To know of their relationship would take an intense study of the planes or to be part of privy to the goings-ons in their churches, and may be beyond the reach of us mere lower-level creatures. This isn't to cause contention with Ardran, I just don't want to assume such epic-level things.
Upon Rising from Bed:
Opal finds her position in this universe strangely desolate. It is an odd feeling for her and she goes in search of her goddess. By renewing her vows of vengeance, she begins to slowly feel reconnected to this world but finds the feeling strange. It has only taken place since coming here. Seeing as she has her divine powers, Calistria is not mad at her. Opal will ponder over this but eventually cast off the feeling as a unique event. Opal will select the ugliest slave possible. It would not necessarily "appease" Calistria, but those who don't inspire lust definitely don't gather the goddess's attention. If there is one there that is more favorable for sacrifice, it is this one she chooses. At the same time, for the most alluring slave who is perishing, she will feel a twinge of pain at the loss. In the end, the deed is done. Opal watches with a twinge of minor disgust as the creature eats her slave. The room fills with the familiar scents of iron, but added with the aroma of fecal matter and other odd smells as the devil tears further into flesh and bone. She slips further from being in the mood to eat despite not being a stranger to death or torture. "I would ask for some additional blood from this devil," she asks of the Cardinal as he is drawing blood from the outsider. "It is a handy component for spells such as infernal healing." If permitted, she will offer some vials pulled from a bag at her hip. Her look at the Cardinal is both alluring and tempting so that hopefully he would not refuse her any request.
She is eventually marked by Adrastus and she nods to the words of Vezura. She adds: "And to the overthrow and deaths of these fools in current leadership..." When the ritual is over, she will approach Aenil as she watches Ardran challenge and swell up. "If anyone wishes for a night of enjoyment instead of watching this, you are welcome to occupy my bed. You must pay with something for my kindness. A token, money, information, or any little thing will do, but I will ensure your potentially last remaining evening in this life is far more interesting than battles of might..." she beckons to Ardran, almost as if to tempt him from his current path, but it is clear she definitely is including Aenil in the offer, as well as any others. No doubt, her lustful aura could be fueling Ardran to wish to fight, but she now hopes it inspires him to follow her.
Hmm...yess....encouraging my party to love my lustful aura. Good! I'll keep it.
Agreed
Opal receives the message and the most subtle of smirks crawls upon the corner of her mouth before she severs the edge of a strawberry and half sucks on the opened flesh as it lingers in her mouth. Although she is not attempting to be alluring, it may be construed as such. After a few moments, she finishes eating it. As she conversates with the others in general table conversation, she also attempts to speak back to Aenil with concealed gestures over a long period of time. One may mistake them for her reaching for pieces of her food, or just speaking in with flourishes of her hands. All too easy to miss. Drow Sign to Aenil:
"I think her passion is cute. It'll be fine, I'm sure. If not, we'll make do. Ardran sure enjoys expressing himself, hmm? I wonder how expressive he is in other ways?"
Thank you. I do want it changed. I would like it if it does remain, and does affect others in a minor playable way. However, in combat, perhaps she surges the ability with strength, making it unbearable, and thus we would have the debilitating effects. I think this also shouldn't affect her (since she isn't immune to mind-affecting at this point), and she should have the option to exclude her allies from the debilitating effects.
So how do you envision us working together when everyone near you is under the constant threat of being debilitated? I didn't pick this template to purposefully debilitate the party, as though I was unaware of what the skill did, so please don't think that if you do. I sorted through dozens of templates and this was what I was left with. It fits thematically. I like the flavor of it for Opal. Does that mean it couldn't use tweaks? Of course. I've already stated that concern to the GM. He may not have known the details, but he's seemed fairly busy lately and we are still in the intro, so I'm not pushing it for completion atm. Mechanically, I'm sure if he wants to tweak it, he will, particularly since there is a growing concern about it. I handed control of that stuff over to him when he spread out my abilities. I also don't particularly enjoy having Opal be infertile and one of her skills is super fertility. So that's just a waste. Both of these could use tweaks. That's the mechanical side of things. You are correct. No successful save? Then yes, you are affected. No immunity. And the radius just keeps growing as she goes up in level. On the flavor side of things, I will want to maintain it and not do away with it at all. I don't see it debilitating to the RP to show your character's passions and lusts with a little distraction--whatever they are--and I hope we can all agree on that. Maybe they are reminded when they look at the serenity of Opal how much they love to garden? I don't know what the party's desires are, but she's going to keep it up until it comes time to hinder the party, then it will of course come down. She may be into darker, kinky things, but that doesn't mean she forcefully inflicts them upon others to their detriment (unless they dang well deserve it lol).
Now, when she uses her "Burning Desire" skill on you in combat, filling you with utter lust and desire to the point it physically burns you, then yes, that is a very clear indication of her powers over passions.
@Ardran: No, she cannot turn off her lust zone, and wouldn't wish to anyway (lol). There is no immunizing to it like you are playing at either. Every time you enter the aura, you make a save. Sometimes he'll not notice its effects and sometimes he will, but that also doesn't mean it's like a barrier that you can detect either (unless using some detection ability). It just adds to the lust he already has. I'd prefer we not think of it as a wall you smack into and then you know you are having "odd" thoughts, counter to your character. They are your character's thoughts--whatever it is they would lust for (even to a small degree). She just amplifies it enough to be distracting when you come close. Opal is -very- appealing. I hope I've conveyed that well enough. I see the aura as something like this: The closer one gets to her, the more they can truly admire her appeal and figure. In that moment of temporary lust, it brings to mind things that Ardran has lusted for in the past, intends to lust for in the present, or wants to lust for in the future. Now, typically she will inspire some alluring style of lust, but it's not always the case for some characters. In fact, sometimes she will inspire the lust some others have for each other and it has nothing to do with her! My point is, he'd be more likely to blame himself than her, I'd think. Maybe instead of focusing on the pure lust of it, maybe Ardran wishes for friendship/companionship/honor/respect? These are all covered under what is acceptable to lust after under the skill. I don't want it to be debilitating either. It's mind-affecting, yes, but not mind-controlling. Mechanically, if I had my way, it would have an optional ryder that would state that she can choose not to target certain beings within her range. It's very debilitating to not be able to use a cure wand because you're too busy looking at her chest to want to save a companion. However, even if she did have this option, she would not deactivate it unless needed. She wants your character to lust. That's a huge part of her faith.
"It has been a pleasure...if you can call it that, suffering in training with you both these few months. I can easily say I'm not the same woman who entered the prison. I am not the same woman who exited. I am not the same who started training under you. You have helped my fighting skills rise immensely, have given me insight into the unknown, and given me hope (if you will) for the future and my own vengeance. Many thanks. And to Asmodeus as well for allowing this to all transpire." Although she has already identified several weaknesses in the contract signed, she still feels she owes some debt to this man toasting before her. She casually sits with her legs crossed, almost lounging in the large chair she is accustomed to now as "hers" at the table. The massive spread of food fills her plate, but she mostly samples from each delicacy. By the amount of food before her, she could easily have her fill just by picking what she wishes to eat. These are mostly sweet things such as fruits and delectables. The others at the table, however, may find their lusts eating all the more consuming . Fortunately, there is food enough for all. "I see the 7th knot and 9th, but where is the 8th? What is their purpose?" If she already knows who the 8th is, she wouldn't ask.
Is anyone opposed to taking SSynergy? I'm not.
So frontliners, do you want to take precise strike and we can take stealth synergy? Is that agreeable to everyone?
Ardran, your ooc brackets are broken on your header, likely before raging song.
You each gain a training trait and a teamwork feat which you can coordinate in choosing. Does this mean that we all must pick the same teamwork feat? Or could, for example, I and another take Bonded Mind or Precise Strike, and some others could take Stealth Synergy?
At the signing, Opal would observe the halfing with a great intensity and interest. The look on her face speaking to her lustful desires, but this is not spared from any of the party, truthfully, including their teachers. During the coming training, the group will intently notice that Aenil and Opal are close. It is unclear at times whether they are in a relationship or just flirty. What is clear, is that both have had similar training in some ways. They work well together. Despite Opal's appearance as a human, when darkness spreads due to Aenil's magic, Opal then joins her sister in blood and they go in for the kill as though both can see. Both are skilled at deception, misdirection, infiltration, and a myriad of stealth-like methods of bringing down a target. Despite this, each of them is so individual and unique in their skills that it is hard to see how they came to be close. Opal is of the type that when approached by her new compatriots, she would not hesitate to be open, cordial, and inviting--in more ways than one , with the intent purpose to form a new unit to better please Asmodeus. However, she also has an intent to appease lustful inspiration in others that her goddess Calistria seeks to see happen. Any who would partake of her services of worship would need to pay a minor fee, be it information, money, or valuable objects. Yet even during the day, be it training or whenever, approaching within close eyesight of Opals features (20ft) inspires lust (be it for conquest, honor, friendship, knowledge, power, sex, etc). So distracting can it be that it can cause the weaker of the mind to stand in a haze or to even lose focus . The others will notice that Opal also will read and learn deeper the ways and rituals of Asmodeus, including the obedience demanded by him for those of higher status in his order. She considers performing this ritual, utilizing a ruby knife. The group may also notice that at times, when seen alone, there are times when she holds up her arm and is looking at the runic brand upon her--as it is on all of them. Such a violation of her perfect flesh fuels her with more rage than she has ever felt before. So intense is her hatred in those moments that her hands turn white and she is unapproachable.
Bonded mind or Stealth Synergy work for me.
It was like the Cardinal knew which buttons to press. Revenge, to her, was all-consuming at this point. Calistria had fueled the fire within her to seek revenge for the plight of so many lives lost in the wars, which led Mitran fanatics to rise up and cause trouble, which then led her to descecrate their temple, and thus led to here. As she recounts her choices, going further in would not only please her goddess, but would be a balm to the priestess. "There was never forgiveness to put aside..." she simply responds as she seeks to sign first. After finding it must be done with her own blood, she cuts into the surface of her tattoo, marking her as a prisoner. Training was something she and Aenil were used to. As the Cardinal began to work with them, she would slowly shift from the beaten prisoner back to the priestess. Cast off were the old rags and replaced with yellow and black silks. Instead of ruined hair, ripped out from her torture, a new growth, beautiful and flowing shows. Tiadora would find Opal nearly enjoys her failure as much as her success, turning punishment into reward at times, but never does she lose sight of her goal. It was during this time that she charmed Tiadora once. Thorn stopped her, but saw in her something else he could train. This led him to practice enchantment spells upon her, which she fought off well, but from time to time, she would succumb to fear-effects. It was particularly by removing that hesitation that spells could grip onto, that the cleric of Asmodeus was able to strengthen his servant's willpower.
I am here! :) As you can see above, in my header, I'm a Legendary Wizard/Taskshaper. I will possibly be going into Evangelist, either to Asmodeus or Calistria. I will be picking the Lustful creature template (hopefully with some minor tweaks).
Stuff the party would have picked up while escaping and on the road with Opal: Personality:
Appearance:
Capabilities:
Could I bother you to speak on Discord? I know we are in the same group. I've sent you some messages with various questions I have for my build.
Hurray!
I also would like a chance to join this story. I will be converting this alias to fit the story if permitted. She is a Taskshaper / Legendary Wizard
Being very familiar with the open air-pit, she will teleport them nearby and then using Astral Caravan with Rani's palanquin, they will travel deep down into the underdark until the Great Shobaoth or other hazard prevents them from the half-planar travel.
Opal had asked permission from the Trog to leave with its permission, but it merely stared at her. With Sethris mentioning they should leave, she nods. "Very well, to the Slave Market..." She will move back down the hallway and recall the location.
"We agreed and are determined to leave this area safely, with your permission, and thanks for the information."
If the name isn't random words and letters strung together, she may even understand what his name means, and in so repeating it back to him will be far easier as she uses his own tongue.
With her also being a ritualist, she is used to long chants of arcane words. It is perhaps this reason she feels more at home than some others who may consider the exchange ominous. Once he is finished, she shivers at the feeling. Her mind tries to not only memorize what she heard, but how it was said, what his name actually means (generally), and how she will repeat it back to him in the same tongue and method; after all, pronunciation is important. If he found her humorous before, how much more if she gets it first try? She will attempt it perfectly recalling each syllable, sound, speed, and tone.
Opal looks seriously at him and replies, "You'd be surprised..." seeing how she can speak and sound in Troglodyte to him, she clearly has the ability of speaking in his language and understanding it and communicating it back. She also has the memory and acute attention for such a task. If he doesn't feel like saying his name, she will shrug and will wait for Aenil's verbal reply or for her to fly close enough to see with see invisibility.
She will remove herself, allowing Sethris once again to converse. In sight of her ally, she signs to Aenil in sign language:
Aenil Sign Language:
"If you are willing to bypass this task and lose control of your owned building, I will step in at a later time and assist you in recovering it at a later time, either by force or by seduction of words. How do you want to proceed? This is your property." Once she has her answer, she will return to the troglodyte and ask, "Could I have your name?"
"Well, then it seems we will have to try the hard way from there." She takes in a breath. "Do you believe that once within the boundaries of Deep Shobaoth that such supernatural transportation can resume?"
"That slug won't come back if we have anything to do with her, so don't worry," she assures concerning the Blood Queen. Half to her party and half to the Trog, she states "Honestly, we can remove those in power from receiving the sacrifices, and then still fulfill the tax requirements at a later time without their subordinates knowing. They didn't specify that the sacrifices must be effective..." She gestures vaguely as she returns to speaking to the Trog, "If we can make it to an entrance, we can manage to travel by astral caravan, not part of this realm fully by half inside the astral realm and half in the material, by supernatural power and certainly moving faster than anything they've seen before." He would know this ability is not something usually humans can control. Only those of great spiritual significance such as oracles or seers. "Do you know of these locations through scrying upon them or by past experience?"
Opal tries to consider the name Blood Queen and the references this ancient being is using. "Well, in truth, we don't give any care to seeing the Blood Queen rise," she states, stepping forward again. "We are after something altogether. Something in the will of our master. A missing psion. If you can assist us with information as to where they are taking these sacrifices into the Underdark, perhaps we can be allies in this?"
Opal will step back and let the troglodyte direct his speech to Sethris, who volunteered his opinion.
"Powers have shifted up top. He is a despicably dark and powerful Dread Geomancer. An Oni. He serves a council that pays worship and sacrifices to that dread linnorm, the Great Earth Dragon, and with disdain, commands, or is above, the White Fangs. He also has connections with the Underdark, though perhaps you would know more about this, being a denizen far below here and being so knowledgeable."
"An ogre-magi from the city above us. His cultish following has taken over the city and demanded sacrifices to pay taxes. I myself prefer a small bit of coin, but for some odd reason, he has demanded of us this task. It is either to send us to our doom and absorb my friend's building has his own, or to rid himself of the ratfolk and their queen. Has she attempted to rule your mind?"
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