keep your eyes open for more arrows and maybe a spare bowstring please
<= carefully trys to salvage and collect the arrows she shot
<= checks her bowstring and equipment
<---Checks out Marada.
perv...
Adjusts his ill fitting leather codpiece.
"Y..y..y..you wanna have a b..b..b..bath?"
Radik hums to himself as he lovingly adjusts the daggers tucked into his belt.
"Hrrmmm."
"Watch out, you don't stab your jiblets there, Grinley."
Aso gets in the bathtub and washes up for the first time in his life. The water is now brown and there is a shimmering layer of scum on the surface.
Kirrish quietly approaches Faindriac and his pet rock. If Kha-Chik is also in the area, he'll bring her in as well.
"Suggestion: This one wish talk talk us this one's talk, yes? Things could interest...long-sighted clutch-ones, good?"
Thri-kreen:
We are all different, of course, of different backgrounds. But you and I have similar...ethical concerns regarding magic's effects on Athas and her wild places, yes? Ethical concerns that I believe our comrades will not appreciate, though I cannot hold them in contempt for such things. It is possible that I am incorrect; it is also possible that the Templar was mistaken about this woman and her capabilities. I only wish to raise the issue of caution: watch her actions, consider her words and those of our companions. I find it rather irksome that some among us are willing to throw all caution and consideration aside for the sake of these talking metal weapons and for their own urges in response to the female of the soft-skinned races. But I have made myself clear and I will not belabor the point. I am not opposed to risk, but I think a risk needs to be calculated and considered before action is taken.
I have spoken my piece.
Kirrish quietly approaches Faindriac and his pet rock. If Kha-Chik is also in the area, he'll bring her in as well.
"Suggestion: This one wish talk talk us this one's talk, yes? Things could interest...long-sighted clutch-ones, good?"
Thri-kreen:
** spoiler omitted **
Faindraic frown becomes even more pronounced as he contemplates the Thri-Kreen's words. After a few moments he responds as best as he can in their language:
Thri-Kreen Speech,...
"I thank you for trusting my judgment enough to speak to me about this. I was not aware of the predilection of the insect for 'defiler' bodies. And I hope you are wrong about that. But either way, it explains a part of the sudden increase of Templar attacks on the society."
"I agree with your general assessment of our companions. While they each possess above-average skills at mayhem, It does seem like a few of their moral compasses is a few degrees off. I am no saint, but their actions make me look like an Avangion." He almost smiles.
"I understand your reticence regarding the weapons that speak, Though I must confess my own interest in such possessing such an artifact. However I agree that not ALL weapons that speak should be immediately picked up and used. Radik's new friends, for example." He says, touching his recently healed cheek.
"I shall do my best to watch our rescuee, as it is only wise not to trust anyone unless you have reason to." He bows slightly to the Thri-Kreen at this. "And while an attractive female may be no less or more trustworthy than any other, it does seem to bring out the worst in some males."
"Have no fear, while the clutch may not be the best at working together, we are a formidable force and shall prevail against all that work against us. From without or within."
"B...b...b..ath is great! C...c..c...ome on in!"
"Yeeeesh!"
"B...b...b..ath is great! C...c..c...ome on in!"
" But the tub your in is where the Templars wash their genitals and
anuses out!after the decadent orgies!that's the rinse tub your in!
"Rectum? It damn near killed im!"
Skarsnikt sidles up to Kirrish and Fandriac as they chat.
In thri-kreen:
Skarsnikt sidles up to Kirrish and Fandriac as they chat.
In thri-kreen:
** spoiler omitted **
Again, Faindriac almost smiles. He responds once again in passable Thri-kreen,...
"Clutchmate Skarsnikt, The short answer to both of your questions would be 'yes', But that would be over simplifying things."
"In regards to the daggers themselves, I would need time to study them properly to be sure, but judging by the way they were used against us," He touches his recently healed cheek once more. "And the way they are ingratiating themselves to Radik, I suspect that they would be possessed of more malevolent cunning than concerned guardianship."
He looks at the Thri Kreen, and rephrases his statement.
"They are more likely to be 'evil' than 'good' in their designs. That does not mean that they can not be wielded for 'good', or however you wish them to be. It merely requires a strong will to control them. Radik seems possessed of a strong will, or at least a strong ego. My concern is that his will is not equal to his bluster. We shall have to watch, and make sure that he is not being influenced unduly by the blades."
He strokes his chin thoughtfully, "That may be difficult to tell with Radik,..."
"B...b...b..ath is great! C...c..c...ome on in!"" But the tub your in is where the Templars wash their genitals and
anuses out!after the decadent orgies!that's the rinse tub your in!
<Looks at the tub water. Jumps out of the tub.>
I too share your concerns; cluck chirp cirp ip.
<== listens in with interest nodding and thinking. Being the only actual Good Aligned person here; attempts do empathically feel and remember the aura of the blades when near them.
I shall pray and seek guidance:
Kirrish quietly approaches Faindriac and his pet rock. If Kha-Chik is also in the area, he'll bring her in as well.
"Suggestion: This one wish talk talk us this one's talk, yes? Things could interest...long-sighted clutch-ones, good?"
Thri-kreen:
** spoiler omitted **
Prayer in Aarakoras
She calms her mind and opens her spirit; her eyes glaze over and body sways with the rythym of the way the spirit of the place moves her; in her mind she rides the battle and sees those foes overcome...
"Great Spirit hear my call; it is I; your hand to claw and scratch out the hearts of your enemies; to lead those who are lost; to strengthen those to weak to survive; hear my pray; grant me a boon.
spirits of earth; spirits of fire; spirits of water; spirits of air hear me; aid me; spirits of creatures burrowed deep; spirits of those long fallen and those recently set free from the mortal coil heed me; tell me of these blades and the voiced trapped within; whome do they serve; Good or Weal; be they Bane or Blessing; whisper to me o spirits of what they are called or use another more voiced; see yonder bard; spokesmen of those whom drub their feet upon the dry, cracked earth and kick up dust to choke and blind; clear her eyes and use her if you would if I cannot hear; for she has given her voice and trained to ride the magic of yeah my brother and sister spirits."
I then wait in the rythym of deep prayer alert for signs or whispers of answer or any feeling of guidance or heck and outright answer lol.
Zuko funnels the power of elemental fire into a few cauterizing cantrips for Faindrac, sealing the hole in his cheek, pulling the skin around the area tight. It isn’t pretty, but it gets the job done.
You locate little to scavenge. The women held only daggers, now in the possession of Radik, and the corpses outside have been picked clean, likely by their unseen murderers.
A bubbly sound draws Kirrish to the chamber left of the foyer. Rows of short, padded benches line this marble-floored room. Past the benches, you see a number of immaculate privies, though an elaborate, glowing fountain easily overshadows these. A light cascade of water bubbles and froths down the front of the mouth of a dragon, before draining into a circular pool in which kneeling petitioners supplicate, palms together and facing upwards, eyes wide with rapture. You stride past bins of clean towels to a row of wardrobes, a quick search of which reveals numerous sets of well made clothing (, and one exceptional garment complete with a small pouch of jewelry ().
Aso quickly searches the opposite side of the building, entering into a large room filled with an abundance of weights, springy mats, and sporting equipment. Several metal devices, which would be equally at home in a gladiator stable or templar “confessional” line the walls. A few trampled bodies lie here, bereft of clothing or equipment. Beneath one of the dead, you find a broken bone flute.
<= carefully trys to salvage and collect the arrows she shot
"Rectum? It damn near killed im!"
Kha-Chik-Chik-Ka does not wait long before a soothing, but undeniably powerful presence touches her mind. Somewhere nearby, a Spirit of the Land dwells. Responding to her call, the avian receives a brief hallucination:
** spoiler omitted **
A tiny lizard runs across the desert floor, desperate to escape the claws of a diving Kes’Trekel. A nearby tortoise offers welcome shelter, and the lizard scurries beneath the soft underbelly just in time, gasping for air. Wheeling off, the bird of prey has no choice but to hunt for easier quarry. Safe for the moment, the lizard takes stock of its options, and then promptly buries its claws into the soft underbelly of its erstwhile savior. Breathing a final wheezing pant, the shelled creature collapses, crushing the greedy lizard beneath it.
“We dare not waste any more time. Quickly Holdrus, through the door in the pool chamber before we are too late to rescue the others!”
Holdrus quickly moves through the door in the pool chamber, following Scirocco's instructions.
Whom are we to rescue Sirocco; be thou the tortoise eager to give shelter?
“We dare not waste any more time. Quickly Holdrus, through the door in the pool chamber before we are too late to rescue the others!”
Ignore post--just so this thread's dotted.
Holdrus quickly moves through the door in the pool chamber, following Scirocco's instructions.
You find the way barred. In fact, the door does not appear to have a handle, lock, or mechanism of any kind; only a thin line of draconic runes imprinted into the door mar the surface of the portal.
Draconic Runes:
Where?!?
Radik listens to the voices in his head and is content.
Radik listens to the voices in his head and is content.
"Hrmm....hey, Grinley! What are your doing. Your drooling, hmf!"
"Hrmm....hey, Grinley! What are your doing. Your drooling, hmf!"
"You are jealous of my power."
"Hrmm...it's damn sure not your face."
Kirrish grabs just about anything he can carry, likely grabbing a bin to hold it all. He's going to check out the water before drinking it Knowledge (nature) 1d20+4=11. After drinking as much water as possible, he brings the spoils of his panty raid to the rest of the group and searches about for any gourds or waterskins he can fill up and carry with him.
"Declaration: Get drink, there. Get gourds or skins, get drink later. Shell-hide things worn thin-shells here, thin-shells need."
Subconsciously, he pulls a little on the collar of his grody padded armor.
Marada looks about for money and armor; something comfortable, that offers protection and looks sexy!
Search
Faindriac nods at Zuko's request,
"Not as long as you don't mind me claiming one of these others. A vast improvement over our previous garments."
He nods again at the Thri-Kreen's wise words of preparation. But moves to examine the runes that Holdrus has found.
"Hm. Draconic. 'What can move through water and never become wet?'" His frown deepens.
"I detest riddles. Nonsense made up by lesser minds to make themselves feel intelligent. Nevertheless it would appear that we must play this game if we are to continue. And the first thing that comes to mind that can actually travel through water and emerge unaffected would be an air bubble."