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Shensen doesn't recollect the room since she was dead but ponders the description of the event, "Interesting, that isn't normal behavior for a monkey. I wonder why it was so intent on having you do something? Food maybe? Fellian took the cages. He was intending to free the animals, because that's what he does. If he hasn't left for Hollowsky yet, I could have him bring them back here if you'd like."
Shensen stretches and casts a couple of spells on herself, "Lead me in when we're ready" She bends forward reaching for the ground and when her hands touch, she's transformed into a gleaming black panther. Helcine, her companion moves out of the shadows to join her.
Rounding out the elven troupe, the Lucky Monkey proprieter slips down the stairs gracefully holding the hatch open for the man behind her. "Be right there, you all! Gryphon! Did you know you have a giant hole in the back of your inn?!"
Shensen waves off Dalamus' concerns, "We survived the were monkeys, we can handle anything. Besides, now that you're here, someone is bound to point it in your direction. You're famous now. That's both good and bad." -Posted with Wayfinder
Celestial:
"My name is Tlanextic."
Shensen smiles broadly as you pepper her with questions, "Yes, lets get some food and drink into you and then we can share stories about what has transpired." She ushers you to a private table in the back part of the bar away from the other patrons. As she swings through with various round of mead, wine, breads and cheeses, soups, steamed root vegetables and then skillet fried meats and potatoes, the party regales her their story first. When the final plate is out, she pulls over and flops down in a chair, kicking her feet up after pouring herself a huge glass of elven goldenwine. "Quite the work you've been doing. Helps explain a few things here although Cauldron and the area around truly seem to be unravelling." She pauses for a moment, considering where to start. "Based on your story, I'm guessing a few days after you left, Terseon marshalled the guard and with the Lord Mayor's consent he set forth to roust the Chisel from Redgorge. He left mainly the wounded guadrsmen and the half-orc mercenaries behind to police the city, which gave an opening for the Last Laugh to really up their game. Cons, counterfeit coins and plenty of other crime has gone through the roof." She takes a long slug, "Which has angered the people and many who have the means have taken up and left ... but that's when the refugees from the siege of Redgorge started flowing in. See, the townsfolks of Redgorge apparently decided to take up arms and defend themselves. Surprise! They may have had some help ... I hear a dwarven contingent arrived from the displaced Splintershield clan in the Malachite Hold came forward after both their patriarch and their apparently rescued clan leader never came home. The dwarves built up the defenses quite quickly. Terseon called for reinforcements and the Blue Duke took his men down leaving Cauldron nearly empty of any sort of police force." She sighs as she stares into her cup, "And then there are the dragons." "Refugees from nearby towns have come, complaining of creatures in the sky, by day its blazing fire and by night it's raining acid. Villages destroyed, people coming fleeing into a city that's ill equipped to support them. So we turn to our Lord Mayor and the Council for help again, and apparently the Lord Mayor has been absent since Captain Skellerang took his men south. Not even certain he was there for that, now. May have just been the opportunity the Captain was looking for. The Council has voted in Lord Vhalantru as a mayor pro temp until we can discover what happened to Lord Severen Nalavant. About that time, we hear that the Blue Duke has taken over the siege in Redgorge. Rumors abound that Terseon is wounded, incapacitated, dead, or even deserted." "So when all seems terrible, the people turn to their Gods. The Pharasmins have apparently shut their doors, "for remodeling", and their highest spire is growing so high that they are blocking the sun from the shrine of Saranrae. It's a slap in the face to poor Kristoff. Meanwhile, Bishop Shebeleth is holding three a day rally sessions within the Temple of Iomedae, placing their plight on the lack of faithful worshippers and condemning all for their sin and preaching that vice is the harbinger of this, not specifically stating that its Cayden Cailen's fault, but it appears to be passing that message. Small bands of Iomedae worshippers have been harassing Cayden Cailen revelers at bars. The drunkards have no chance against the angry sober men and there is no Town Guard to break them up. Nothing serious yet, but it seems to only be a matter of time." She looks meaningfully at the group of you, "And then, there is something ... horrible ... in the city, looking for you. It's busted up the Drunken Morkoth, ravaged Skie's and the Tipped Tankard and even hassled Tygot looking for you. Some massive monstrosity that yells for the "Guardians of Cauldron" to come meet him and pay for their crimes against "the All Father." "And on a personal note, I've lost touch with Fellian. A few days ago, his mental link with all of us Striders just cut out. We fear the worst. Nemoris, our leader may wish to speak with you about what he's learned when you have the time. Bring your friends into the fold." Realizing how much she's been speaking, Shensen sits back and downs the rest of the bottle, her eyes slightly glazed. She raises her glass to you all, "Welcome back!" She then laughs hysterically, nearly falling out of her chair.
Team Nowz-oris: "From their descriptions of you, I'm guessing that you two are Nowzai and Nemoris?" the half-elf looks slightly weathered and has the look of exhaustion about her: bags under her eyes, slightly withdrawn demeanor. She looks like she might even be ill as she sips from a steaming cup with a large blanket wrapped around her. "They departed less than an hour ago for a cave I found a few days ago. I blazed a trail, so it shouldn't be hard to find if you wish to catch them."
"I'll not be departing for Cauldron until tomorrow morning. Tell me what your friends look like and I'll be sure they get the word."
"I'm sorry, Malcolm, I have nothing else left ... the baboon cronies stole or destroyed everything. It'll take me a day in Cauldron to resupply and get back here."
"I'd say about 6 miles through the jungle, give or take"
"I left trail markers along the path to the cave. If any of you have even the remotest skill in the wild, you should be able to follow them just fine. I need to go see my ... leaders ... in Cauldron as soon as I'm able. They need to know about the threat and the loss of the wands & Sarcem and I've missed my last report in. They'll be worried." Looking to Malcolm, "I didn't see any other females on the trip with us, I'm sorry. I hope you find your sister." Shensen gets up and stretches her legs a bit, a touch wobbly, she asks, "Will one of you help me to my room, I want to get something for you." Assuming someone assists, she heads to the room just north of the Chapel, a locked room previously, that still looks ransacked and destroyed. She ignores the mess and goes to a corner of the room and mutter something under her breath. A faint glow of blue light appears and a section of the floor disappears. She reaches down and pulls out a satchel, a set of clothing to include a pair of boots and an iron-shod quarterstaff. She turns and presents the boots. "For saving my life and that of the staff and patrons, preventing us from becoming shackled to that werebeast, take this as a token of thanks on behalf of us all."
A look of sadness crosses her face as she relaxes, "I watched him die ... it's why I ran in here. That creature overwhelmed us. The world is lessened by the loss of Sarcem. He was a good man." Answering your other questions, she says, "I'm thankful you rid the world of that foul thing, and I'll pray to Fharlangan that Pad makes it safely through this. I wish I had the capacity to heal him, but I haven't been in the service to my God that long." She scratches her head and sits down, grabbing another drink of water, "Can I get something hot? Tea, maybe ... if the kettle isn't destroyed. Uh, Triel ... where do I start. Sarcem came through a couple of weeks ago with her, a halfling and a couple of armed guards. Don't recall the halfling's name .. .Khel or Keel or something like that. He was an arcane of some sort ... they spook me a bit. She'd hired on to protect him and the wands he was going to pick up in Sasserine. He picked me up on the way to assist with the paths and to ensure we made good time using the gifts that nature and Fharlangan have given me. Triel and her crew were a competent guard unit and kept the creatures and even a couple of bandit raids at bay, although ..." She pauses for a moment, musing, "Maybe she staged it?" Shrugging, she continues, "Fast forward to when we returned to the Lucky Monkey after Sarcem successfully retrieved all 8 wands from the church in Sasserine. I went out in the morning for my daily walk and when I returned, I saw Triel and the halfling talking to a creepy half-orc and then jetting off into the jungle. Sensing something was wrong, I followed them to a cleverly hidden cave entrance a few miles from here and started to enter. It got really dark and I got scared ... there were ... creatures ... up ahead and I decided Sarcem would know what was up." She sips again. "And I was right ... when I got back, Sarcem was in a rage. Someone had stolen the wands from him and when I told him that Triel and Kel? ... I think that's his name ... had snuck off, he immediately wanted to follow them. I told him about the creepy half-orc, but the only half-orc we knew was Tork, the new innkeeper. I thought that whole exchange was suspect to begin with and so we decided to hit him up. That's when the world went upside-down. Tork became Tongueater as did half the mercs and we started a massive fight eventually fleeing into the basement where Sarcem and the others were killed and I fled."
"Nngghh ... what, who ... where am I?" the half-elf slowly comes around and then her eyes flash open with fear and she retreats defensively into a martial crouch, "Tongueater! Where are you?!". She looks around at you, fear turning to confusion, "What's going on?" |
