You are right. It was a Pathfinder game and this is a Pathfinder character, so I guess I'm in the wrong place :)
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Tanic was in a Out of the Abyss campaign and made it to level 3 before the game died. I would love to give him another chance.
Really sorry guys. Had a massive case at work unexpectedly move up the schedule. Things have been pretty frantic but should ease up a bit by Sunday. How are things going? Slow down yet?
I've had a lot of GMs bumped into slow mode for one reason or other lately. No problems here. I've got plenty of Pathfinder PbP games to keep me busy :)
Tanic does his best at hiding too.
and tries to pretend to be a boulder in plain sight! Ha! that should fool him!
"Well, I don't see any signs of water from here, but we keep hearing it. I don't want to go back so how about we head through that crack up there."
"Well, sounds like he's making his way via the watercourse. If we followed the sound of the water we might be able to intercept him, right?"
"Shhh! You hear that? Some guy named Droki is kinda pissed about some missing mushrooms and I think he means the ones we used. Demigorgon? Is that some kind of mini gorgon? Not that I mind being made of stone, but not like that!" "Say, guys, you know what a demigorgon is? Wait, did the chanters say demigorgon or Demogorgon?"
"I like your idea Talindra. Might save us a lot of hoofing. Lets go to the top!"
"Well, then, let us discover the mystery before us!" With a jaunt in his stride, Tanic mounts the steps towards the mysterious sounds, humming a tune, if you can call it that. Unfortunately his singing skills are on par with his dancing skills and his tune sounds like grinding rocks.
"Pshaw! I'm sure you must be mistaken. What could be scary about a simple fungi forest?! Perhaps they ate the wrong ones and are having hallucinations?"
"Well, thank you for your hospitality, but it seems the others are getting restless. Not the dancing type like me, I guess." The group heads off in the direction indicated unless someone surprises us with sense motive revelation.
"Oh, one of them, huh. *sigh*. Well as interesting as a blessing of decay sounds, I think I'll pass. Could any of you tell me about the Derros around here? We are looking for a bunch of them that are acting more odd than usual for Derros."
Tanic pauses in his 'dancing' and looks at Talindra with a puzzled expression until his face lights up with understanding. "Oh, my. I hadn't noticed the voice was in my head. Yes, someone asked me if I had been blessed by decay. Actually by some Lady of Decay. I think she wants to bless me, though, as you say, the blessing may be too life changing. Hmmm. Though it does sound intriguing. I think I'll ask. Say, whoever you are, what is this blessing thing?" He still hasn't hot the hang of this head talking thing and speaks his request loudly, as if the talker might be hard of hearing or, since he or she is out of sight, far away.
"Do you mean mushrooms? Yes, I have been greatly blessed by mushrooms!" He responds volubly.
Tanic bounces up and joins in the dance. "Just a little longer. After all, they might know where he's gone!"
But of course he dances like a rock and none of you can figure out why he would consider THAT dancing.
In hushed tones, Tanic replies "My, my. Not technically correct, Harro, though I wouldn't mind seeing a few of those too. Unless you mean fey in the general sense. I do hope they don't mind our observing them!"
Tanics face lights up at the discovery. He motions everyone to silence and finds a comfortable place to sit and watch, smiling at the congregation.
What's wrong with the fey? Some of my best friends are fey! "Well, I guess we should go investigate, right? If nothing else this presence may know something." With that he marches into the fungi farm though he does not move with the usual ease of the druid through the plant life. And he is further slowed by how easily he is distracted by any new piece of vegetation. And don't forget his already slow 20' move rate. I hope you are all the patient sorts.
"Its a garden!! Look at all these interesting fungi. You would never see this combination in the wild. Everything from poisonous to food. This one here is like a truth spell if prepared right. Keep Harro away from it. This one is called deathcap, and, yes, it makes a nasty poison." Tanic snips one off and takes a bite of one with a nutty flavor (not that he would know what a nut tastes like. He would probably compare the nuts to these fungi) and says "This one is quite tasty."
Tanic is immediately drawn to the thicket of fungi and heads that way. "I wonder if that is food stock fungi?"
"Aha! This must be Bigwig," Tanic announces in a booming voice. "And THAT must be Pigmywort!" Unless Tanic knows of some sort of problem with taking one after the other, he will consume some Pigmywort now and harvest the 'shrooms. Not enough to devastate the crop of course. "Shall we take that small passage over there? With these mushrooms we should be able to make our way through, as long as we find some place large enough before an hour has passed."
"This one makes you grow big and this one makes you shrink. Or is it the other way around? We should just try one and see!" He pops one of the mushrooms into his mouth.
"Oooh, oooh, oooh. I know those 'shrooms; they're MAGICAL!" Tanic takes a detour and heads, trustingly, towards the mushrooms to harvest them.
Now Tanic's OTHER shoulder is sore. Tanic grimaces at the affectionate display. I hope we find a Derro for Harro to play with quickly. I'm out of shoulders.
Tanic becomes very uncomfortable at the suggestion that they visit a tavern. Sweaty crowds is not his thing. "No need. Not going to get anything useful out of a bunch of crazy Derros."
"Explore of course. We are veterans at finding our way through caves by now!" Ever the optimist.
[b]"Well, then. That's perfect as I am quite acquainted with all sorts of strange things. Two headed snakes. Mushrooms that hand from the ceilings like bats. Even fish that walk on land. Lead on!"[b]
"Yep. An egg and some crazy Derros. All we got to do is sort things out and we got friends in high places." And the best part is, no crowds. Tanic unconsciously rubs his shoulder. It hurts for some reason. Oh, yea, the crazy Duergar.
"Well, then, let's go. But why are you whispering? Or is that a whisper? I can't tell." I do hope I don't mess this up. This sneaking around thing is not my style. I don't think it is Harro's either.
Tanic bounces off a wall, mostly unharmed. Note to self. A happy duergar is a dangerous duergar.
Tanic scratches his stony head. I don't know why folks are always trying to pay me to do stuff. You can't eat it. You can't make anything with it. It isn't attractive or anything. "You can keep your money. I'll do it because I don't like the way they are messing with nature. That poor giant... On second thought you can give my share to Harro. He likes money. I would like a tour of your fungus farms though."
As usual Tanic's ignorance and sheltered life show themselves. "I've heard of gnomes! They sound interesting. But what is a cog-golem?"
As usual, Tanic follows with a grin on his face and a jaunty stride. "Though he is a GREAT listener. I rarely meet anyone that is willing to take the time to listen. Though, come to think of it, he was a bit abrupt in his dismissal." "A pity he wasn't in the story telling mood. I'll bet he has some doozies. Say, has he ever eaten any of you?"
This is what living in a city does to you. Drives you quite nuts. Who CARES if these keepers keep secrets? Still... Best to keep the beast happy. I'm not ready to find out what it would feel like if that breath were aimed at me. "What do we tell the keepers when they ask what you talked to us about? Say that you were bored and wanted to hear stories? Would they believe that? I guess it is what you said to them at first."
What's up with Harro? I don't think I've seen him sickened by anything. Was it being reminded about being a slave?
Tanic can hardly wait. As soon as Talindra is finished he will launch into a description of this caves and the delights of mushrooms and toads, with a liberal sprinkling of poor me stories of his capture.
Tanic is tempted to tease Harro for all his bowing and scraping, but figures that would be a dangerous thing to do. The Duergar is not acting rational.
"Well, that would be useful to me if only that it would allow me to speak to the animals I might summon. But the main thing is, yes, as a knowledge stick. You may ask the very walls what has happened to them or what is near to them. A powerful spell that my superiors have mastered but which I would normally be unable to do."
"Who? Keeper of a flame? Why us..." If the others follow so will Tanic. Curiosity killed the Oread. At least its a very likely fate for this one.
Tanic eyes the gem appraisingly, very curious about it. He is also unskilled in spellcraft (or appraise for that matter).
"I would appreciate a talk, as a low level emissary of the druids of course. Perhaps if I am unable to determine what is going on, I could possibly contact a more experienced druid that might. In any case, this has me intrigued!" And anything that gets me out of this city sounds petty good.
"Well, it was a pity to have to slay the poor creature. Did you say this keeps happening? What stone are you talking about? Tanic is unconcerned and oblivious to the competition on top of the corpse. He is far more intrigued by the mention of aberrations appearing and corrupting nature. Worried too. "Have you talked to a druid about this? Our council frown heavily on this sort of thing." Perhaps this is why they failed to come to my rescue. Something like this would naturally take precedence.
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