"Shall we go?" he asks, eyeing their host askance.
Rajhan-Vol waves and smiles horribly.
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Kahwen begins his search while Lumo goes in search of Rajhan-Vol. Lumo doesn't have to go far as the undead thing appears as if from nowhere at his shoulder. "Forgive me if I have sstartled you. I thought I heard ssomeone cry out. Iss everyone all right? No one iss sserioussly wounded or crippled are they?" " Uhh... Mr. Excellency Rajhan sir? Remember how you said you'd let our friends through your lands if they brought you food? Well... they're going to try and find the lower levels of this spire. Do you know where the entrance may be? " The ghoul seems flattered. "The entrance to Ssevenfingerss tomb? Why it is just here. I marked the place long ago" Rajhan-Vol points to a place on the wall rung round with faded scratches as if the stone relief had been clawed at by a maddened animal. He scuttles over to the wall and triggers a cunningly hidden release switch which causes the secret door to slide back on unseen hinges and gears revealing a dark, dusty corridor, and spiral stone stairwell leading downward. "Little good it might do you unlesss you have powerful magic to passs the door that liess beyond." Rajhan-Vol hisses.
Rajhan-Vol lashes out madly at the paladin.
Then Borox does his thing!
Round 2! (Theme ♬)
"You're the oness that made the missstake by coming here! Kill them! KILL THEM ALL!!"
The festrogs and ghoul launch themselves at Borox and Raynor! "MEEP!"
One of the festrogs pulls Borox off his feet, and sends the dwarf sprawling.
"Ssentimental value hmm? Fine. Just so long as I eat well tonight. It'ss a bargain then. Now who or what are we having over for dinner tonight, rodent?"
"And is that your final offer; fresssh food for passsage? And Tell me what is thiss orb you keep mentioning? It interestss me that it interessts you sso. How exsactly could it sstop the Sspiress. Hmmm?"
"An hour you ssay?" says the old ghoul licking at the drool dribbling from his terrible mouth.
"You obviously cannot control your crew Capitan Garrapata! Perhapss I will do a better job with whatever is left over!" The ghast hisses. He stays close to Garrapata using the big man like a (just barely) living shield. "Ssstand down! Or I will kill your captain. Heheh."
The ghoul seems to muse on the subject of alternative food stuffs, but blanches at the idea of 'cooking things'. "Don't think I'm not ssick of decadess worth of dead slug. Now dead gnome. Ahhh, that ssounds deliciouss."
dice:
Lumo: Rajhan-Vol's initial unfriendliness has turned into a an abiding indifference. Perhaps if someone other than Kyra or yourself were to aid the diplomatic effort or perhaps if the party could sweeten the deal a bit with a more immediate offer to placate the ravenous ghoul, you feel the party might be able to reach a slightly more trusting diplomatic end. As it is now, you would not trust the ghoul or his allies any further than you could kick Sevenfinger's Tomb.
"'Bloody vague' or 'pot luck' it matterss not to me."
Shocked that the Capitan did not summarily discipline his wayward wayang for interrupting a conference of captains with such insolence, Rajhan-Vol begins muttering to himself. "How long hass it been ssince I became sshackled to that fleshy blob. How long hass it been ssince I've been out in the world? It'ss like innuendo issn't a thing anymore." Garrapata turns to his friends. "King Vol has offered to exchange the Orb in return for SOME PRICE. So, what say you? SHALL WE MAKE A DEAL?" The ghast looks aghast for a moment. Collecting himself the undead, then explains to Garrapata in a tone that any ghoul might use to explain something very simple to a very young and not-at-all precocious child (probably right before eating them) just what he means. "Capie-tan." The tone of mockery is obvious to all. Rajhan-Vol no longer believes El Garrapata to be any sort of officer. "Captain Thrennt gave us his dying and wounded... To eat! But since you all seem so whole and hale perhaps there is one among your crew you wish were 'dead and/or dying'." He doesn't look meaningfully at the Professor again. His eyes are locked on the beefy Garrapata. "I want, NAY! I REQUIRE! Ssomething elsse to eat besides what is out there in the hall!"
Kahwen's beak gets a bit too close to the odoriferous ghoul.
"I was just--Wait. You don't know? Heh... HAHA! 'Sssivilized' hehehe he says 'sssivilized'. HAHAHAHA! A carrion bird like you s-sshould know." Rajhan-Vol laughs hysterically for a full minute. The sound echos all around the stone chamber and out into the grand hall. Wiping tears from his glassy eyes, he says in a deadly serious tone: "Captain Thrennt gave uss hiss wounded and dying."
dice:
Fort Save!
Rajhan-Vol gives the small professor the stink eye before turning back to Capitan Garrapata in patient anticipation....
Garrapata nods. "Well, what would YOU TAKE in return? Do you have a PRICE in mind?" Rajhan-Vol shrugs and smiles. It is an unpleasantly shark-like grin. "What have you got to offer?" the ghoul asks in an unreasonably reasonable tone.
Rajhan-Vol hops down from his perch and approaches Kyra in as nonthreatening a manner that a predator undead thing can. The stench of death about the creature is unbearable.
"Decisssive. I like that. Sseven years you say? Sso long.... Sstill what iss time to me? I will give you and thosse who ssail under your ssociety'ss flag leave to thesse dungeonss for the price agreed upon by your fellow Pathfinder, the late Captain Thrennt. You can all pisss on Ssevenfinger'ss crypt if you like, it matterss not to me. All that matterss iss that I and my fellowss get'ss what'ss coming to uss. By the way-" And at this point the ghoul leans in close to hiss in Kyra's ear with his rank breath. "You don't ssupposse that a follower of the Dawnflower like yoursself, and an old sseadog like me-"
Raynor listens to Garrapata and King Vol, lance at the ready. "How did you all become undead? what corruption lies within these halls, King Vol? do you seek to be free from it? Yes, our primary mission is to retrieve the orb, but it would pain my heart to leave you all here as slaves to the powers of undeath! no doubt your souls long to join your loved ones in the Great Beyond." "There wass a disssagreement about ssharess of ssome wealth that came our way. The Captain saw thingss one way. Me and ssome of the boyss, another. Ssevenfingerss won the argument and he made me the man I am today--AFTER FIRSST MAKING ME FERTILIZER FOR THAT FESSSTERING PILE OUT THERE!! Though it weren't so big back then. Hehehe. Piss on the Boneyard! I'll take my pound of flesh in the Here-and-now."
Rajhan-Vol hops from his perch and comes over to greet the party and inparticular your dashing El Capitan. "'King', I like that from boatsswain to Pirate King! Heheheh." He draws nearer to Garrapata. "I like you 'Capitan'. You are a man of grand vision like the Pathfinder captain before you." The smell of death coming off the ghoul is incredible. The ghoulish pirate looks the other members of the party up and down before turning back to Garrapata and hissing (with his horrible breath) into the big man's ear. El Garrapata or Perception DC 15+ (+1 per 10' distance from Rajhan-Vol): Keeping his voice low, Rajhan-Vol says:"Sso what would you be offering in return then? I warrant that Captain Thrennt'ss bargain was perhapss a bit easssier given the condition of the merchandissse left to him once he had explored the lower reachess of the tomb, but we're not choosssy or even in a hurry, come to that. Jusst sso long asss we get what's coming to usss."
"Ahh Capitan. Pathfinderss! It hass been a long time ssince we've had Pathfinderss. Where iss Captain Thrennt?"
"Hah! What rude guestss you are to come to the throne of Rajhan-Vol mounted upon such a beast and not even introduce yourselvess." The once-man on the throne hisses along a too long tongue. "My boatsswain would have done as much for you-" And then the ghoul's voice cracks with sudden rage, "-HAD YOU ALLOWED HIM TO LIVE!" And then just as suddenly the murderous rage is gone. "But come, come introduce yourselvess that we may come to know one another and might parley like proper piratess. Heheheheh."
knowledge (religion) DC 11+:
It's another ghoul. knowledge (religion) DC 12+:
But not quite. This one is somehow advanced--it is a ghast! Ghasts are an advanced form of ghoul, and are undead creatures. knowledge (religion) DC 17+:
Like ghouls, ghasts have sharp teeth and claws that can paralyze with a scratch, and not even elves are immune. knowledge (religion) DC 22+: Ghasts have all the abilities of their lesser brethren (they even carry the disease: ghoul fever) but worse they give off a pungent stink of the grave that is so terrible it is difficult to remain near them without becoming ill.
"HA! Adventurerss! Piratess! Heroess!" He says the word like it's a bad thing. "Murder hoboess! Pathfinderss no doubt. I have been eagerly awaiting your return ssince your Captain Thrennt’ss no-lesss noissy vissit to the sspire some time passt. Come in, come in! You are letting in draft, and it'ss cold enough in thiss grave. Hehe. I have no qualmss about letting you or any who ssail under your flag passs. Ssevenfingerss wass no friend of mine. Where iss the Captain?"
"Yess, yess."
"Hah! What rude guestss you are to come to the throne of Rajhan-Vol and not introduce yourselvess." The once-man on the throne hisses through a too long tongue. "My bosun would have done as much for you-" And then the ghoul's voice cracks with sudden rage, "-HAD YOU ALLOWED HIM TO LIVE!" And then just as suddenly the murderous rage is gone. "But come, come introduce yourselvess that we may come to know one another and might parley like proper piratess. Heheheheh." |