MalaKi sneers at the items weak attempt to ensnare him; although the crown does seem…right for him. His sneer turns into a smile as he reaches for the crown and places it on his head.
"Uh-oh."
Looks at his bug friends.
"Why p...p...p...people so stupid?"
"Hrrmmm....I'm not so big, or stupid. I agree with you Aso."
searches the man for any weapons.
Holdrus keeps digging out weapons if there are any to be found.
Holdrus’ diligence is rewarded when he pulls a massive hammer from the second pool. Forged of a hunk of iron so large an elf’s head would explode from greed just looking at it, the maul bellows, “FREE!” as you draw it from the bath. “Now let’s kill,” it comments.
Zuko slaps the man, "Wake up, you!"
"Hey, if you guys see any falchion there, I'd appreciate you letting me know."
Kirrish gently pulls the armor, pouch and choker from the slain woman. He proffers the pouch to Skarsnikt.
Thri-Kreen:
The armor he holds up toward Aso and Marada (and whoever else is around).
"Declaration: Too little.... that one...and too good tear holes, these. Thin-shells could use, yes?"
Zuko slaps the man, "Wake up, you!"
The man groans a little, but otherwise remains insensate.
Scirocco, what do you sense of these new weapons? The Maul? The Kreen weapon? The crown? All the rest? Do you detect any others in the pools?
Schenker picks up the eldritchy shortsword.
"Now there's a SHANK!!! Hrr...ooooh...aaaah....hsssssss!"
Aso reasons that they don't make crazy taking weapons for halflings because halflings are too smart to get mixed up in magic weapon feuds.
"N..n...n...nice, Shenker."
"It's telling me something...hrrrmmm....Radik....wears....granny....pantieeessssss...
yersh....yersh....MWAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"
"Sh...Sh...Shenker! G...g...guess yers is b...b...b...broken. Or d...d...dumb."
"Everyone's gone bonkers."
"Everyone's gone bonkers."
Uh, little late for that observo, innit?
I started out 3 kanks short of a jagnook.
MalaKi sneers at the items weak attempt to ensnare him; although the crown does seem…right for him.
Digging in the pool for other items, Faindriac's attention is attracted by his flashing psisrystal.
"What?" HE asks irritatedly. The crystal flashes brighter, as if excited. Faindriac's head snaps around. "Malaki! NO!"His sneer turns into a smile as he reaches for the crown and places it on his head.
"Well-meaning, weak-willed fools." Faindriac mutters darkly. He turns to Holdrus in time to see him excavating what looks to be a hammer from the other pool. "This is getting out of hand. We need to gather these items, and then get rid of the ones that were being used against us. I think it is safe to conclude that those others do not have our best interest at heart. Perhaps we could gather them and deposit THEM in the pools? I may be able to figure out how to finish the ritual they were performing. If idiotic, ill-trained nobles could manage the process, Then I should have little difficulty." His frown deepens even more, if possible.
"But while that would relieve us of the potential problems of these ill-meaning items, I hesitate to drain anything until I figure out where the power will be siphoned to." His lips tighten into a thin line in consternation, and he begins digging again as his psicrystal flashes.
'Cair, do you detect anything nearby that could be a source of power? Natural or otherwise? If these items were being drained to provide power for the Templars or Dregoth, then it could provide a source of power for us as well,...'
"Everyone's gone bonkers."
"Your perception of the obvious is quite acute." Faindriac mutters, mostly to himself.
"Shenker, Aso, Your assistance please?" He calls, getting up from the pool. He retrieves Cair D'Niaf and talks to the two halflings in a low voice.
"You two seem to be naturally resistant to the lures of talking weapons. Most refreshing, since I myself confess to having desire to acquire one. However, I agree that not all of the items in this room should be picked up and taken with us. Would you be so kind as to assist Holdrus in rescuing any remaining items from the pools? I'm going to see what I can do about getting rid of the ones that these Dregoth-worshippers were using."
Faindriac moves over to Zuko. "Zuko, you are probably the strongest willed of all of us here, and are therefore least likely to be unduly influenced by these,... dark items. Will you assist me in gathering them up and depositing them in the pools? I think it would be most wise to separate Malaki from that crown with all haste, before it can do any more harm. Let us try to talk him into removing it. One moment,..."
Before moving towards Malaki, Faindriac calls towards the door in Thri-kreen,...
In Passable Thri-Kreen,...
"Clutch-mate! Remember your earlier concerns regarding these talk-item spirits! I say that you were right, right! Not all talk-item spirits are of good heart, or can be trusted! I strongly, strongly suggest leaving all talk-items that were being used by these soft-skins! Will you assist in gathering the dark weapons? We can leave the dark-spirit weapons in the pools. It will be fitting justice to destroy them with the magic they meant to use on good-heart spirit-items!"
Faindriac turns to Zuko. "Let us speak to Malaki."
There being more important things to do, Zuko knocks out sends the noble to sleep. (Blow to the head.)
Zuko nods his agreement to Faindrac.
Zuko knocks out sends the noble to sleep.
"Err....'sallright....the sword says....it'll play ball with us."
Aso reasons that they don't make crazy taking weapons for halflings because halflings are too smart to get mixed up in magic weapon feuds.
The headless half-elf is (was) carrying a scroll case containing several sheets of skin parchment covered in arcane writing, and an elegant jeweled earring.
'Cair, do you detect anything nearby that could be a source of power? Natural or otherwise? If these items were being drained to provide power for the Templars or Dregoth, then it could provide a source of power for us as well,...'
Schenker picks up the eldritchy shortsword.Greetings Shenker. I think we'll make a terrific team, and woe to anyone who tries to tell us different. They have to sleep sometime, don't they?
"Hello...
Meh,....enough time to sleep when yer dedd, I allers sedd. Who's working for who here, you rot kanky gobber?"Yernks th' armor.
"Oooh! Oooh!
Hrmmm... I'm no hurteez.
Can we slip you on Radik's neck; kinda like as to heal his brain?"
Radik angrily levels a threat at his harem of daggers.
"The maul is of the life-metal. It is powerful. Convince me why I should not forsake the three of you.
Interesting to say the least
Aso snatches them and tries them on.
do I gotta save or anything?
Skarsnikt nods in appreciation as Kirrish gives him the pouch, attaching it to his harness. He wanders over to Holdrus.
"Ghost in ground desperate. This kreen thinks abandoning buried ghost unwise - present ghosts become angry. This kreen help Holdrus dig out buried one. Kreen great diggers, this happen fast. However, this kreen desire no interaction with haunted objects - intersts and dreams of dead ancestors not same as living creature. Taking orders from dead spirits unwise. Mollifying angry ghosts wise, though, which why this kreen help."
With that, he starts digging into the mud with all four claws, shards of hardened clay flying everywhere.
Before moving towards Malaki, Faindriac calls towards the door in Thri-kreen,...
In Passable Thri-Kreen,...
** spoiler omitted **
Pheremone glands secrete a scent like brimstone as Kirrish responds.
Thri-Kreen:
Until then, you will speak to me as an equal or not at all. I have no need for your condescension.
He throws the armor aside if none claim it and stalks about the pool room, observing. The azure rod remains bundled in spare clothing.
If you desire that slow-witted metal slag pile over us, then you deserve what you get. We’ve slain a hundred better men than you.
"If you've slain a hundred better men, I must be the best still living. You need to do better."
Threateningly, Radik moves closer to Holdrus and the massive iron maul.
"I'll take them knifey gals!"
"I'll take them knifey gals!"
"That is their decision, not yours, degenerate."