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Teegor listened to his two masters and followed them both. Maybe they would part ways, and the bugbear henchman would have to choose. But, that is not today.
Had a lot fun. And I've appreciated using the DNDBeyond being in your campaign. Please keep it up as long as you can. Cheers
"I made the jelly tarts for you." The large bugbear offers as if it was his greatest accomplishment.
Teegor tried to shrink into the shadow of the sister.
Teegor nonverbally communicates, ::of course, you can eat one. I made them for you.:: The bugbear grabs his spear and communicates to the other chefs, ::if you lose my tarts, I'll kill you slowly.::
"Yes." Teegor replies politely
"Bugbear cooks? No, just Teegor." Teegor replies cocking his head at the human redhead.
"No, ma'am." Teegor responds with practiced polite deference.
While Teegor guards his tarts, he starts to clean up. Washing equipment. Putting things away. He looks to local sky’s chefs for advice on where to store items. But primarily he protects his pastries.
Teegor pauses for a second to digest the whimpering sous chefs.
"Tarts. Jelly Tarts. Jelly Tarts. Jelly Tarts. Jelly Tarts." Teegor rolls the words around in his mouth while he surveys the kitchen of utensils and ingredients. He climbs on the tables and the shelves gathering what he needs: pots, pans, utensils, fruits, flour, sugar, butter and everything else. He climbs all over the kitchen. When assembled, he starts preparing the pastries. In each one, he hides secret ingredients that he found in the kitchen, so each fruit pastry is a little different.
Teegor looks around blinking hard at the choice and waits to see which way they tell him to go.
"Oviparity?"
Job's done.
Teegor starts a short rest before the
Teegor shrugs and tying them up.
Without animosity or realistic threat from the strangers, Teegor is only provoked to attack from his friend Nestis. The bugbear charges one of the yuan-ti with a flying kick, then a legsweep, followed by thrusts from his spear.
Is there a battle map? I've having a hard time imagining what's happening. thanks
Teegor just watches pretty lights wondering if they're really a threat. He holds his spear just in case.
Teegor moved Elandria with Mark's "wife" to say safe.
Teegor allows him to be led around. When approached, he introduces the couple as, "Teegor and Pretty Flower Girl," in slow syllables.
Elandria leads Teegor who easily follows to the faerie feast.
Can you remind us the time constraints of the quest and how this delay affects. thanks
Teegor opens his eyes wide at the exposition of fey. He grabs Elandria's hand to protect him, as much as her to protect him. His huge paw covering her hand, wrist and lower arm.
Teegor blushes beneath his brown hair and carefully returns Elandria to the ground. "Tried to pluck a plum."
The focus of his life is now within sight. Teegor approaches a tree and starts to harvest.
No hurt my friends." Teegor says in his gruff baritone and moves up to engage the swordsmen. He focuses on the more wounded one. First, he targets the stranger's legs to unbalance him. Then, he tries to ventilate him with his spear.
Teegor remains rooted in place waiting for Mark to decide if the strangers needed to be pummeled.
Teegor interposes himself between the strange new pair and Elandria, just in case.
"Amethyst plums. I want Amethyst plums." Teegor replies to the dizzying conversation.
Teegor looks perplexed at the questions. It was the first time anyone had asked personal questions of him, since Mark, Nestis and their companions interrogated him with blade and fire after he following them. "I like pretty flowers. They are my family now." Teegor points to Mark and Nestis. "I like good food." "What flowers do you like? Who are your family? What food do you like?" The idiot bugbear repeats the questions back to his admirer.
Teegor furry eyebrow slowly rise on an increasingly quizzical expression. "What do you want to know about Teegor?" "What can Teegor know about you?"
Sorry for the triple post. Wifi problems
After Corso's flourished introduction, the bugbear henchman mumbles, "Teegor."
Teegor mumbles, "Teegor."
Teegor mumbles, "Teegor."
The jokes pass over Teegor's head as he pet's the girl's head. The thought of mating with her would be alien. "She had pretty flowers in the town. She followed us. And left me a pretty note. Dunno who she is."
Teegor goes and sits next to the flower girl. His huge hand picking the blood-matted hair from her face.
Teegor flails at the retreating wolves.
The bugbear stands up in a fluid motion and wildly swings with his spear and feet attempting to drop any of the wolves.
Then, he tries to poke holes in the wolf's pelt.
Teegor moves up to a wolf with his spear. "Bad wolves. Go away." With his unexpectedly long arms, the bugbear swings wildly to unbalance the wolf.
Then, he tries to poke holes in the wolf's pelt.
Teegor unsheathes his spear and looks around warily, including little red riding hood.
Teegor examines the shapes of the clouds.
"You're the little flower girl. I got your note," Teegor smiles and waves at the half-elf.
Teegor grunts in reply to Nilelane, "that's happened to me, too."
"Who was she?" asks the bugbear henchman to the dead drow.
Teegor looks around for the source of the scream of pain and tirade of profanity.
Teegor swivels his head to unsuccessfully look around the small clearing. He slowly sounds out each syllable of the note aloud, because reading is difficult for him. He nods his head yes when he finishes the question about the beauty of the flowers. And, shakes his head no when he reads the question about his origin. He ties up the note with the blue ribbon and a smile and tucks it into a pocket. He quickly surveys the clearing again and starts to head back the way he came.
Oh, pretty flower petals. Where does the trail go? Teegor wonders to himself. He starts to collect the flower petals one at a time as he follows the trail away from his companions.
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