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Ripnok gets a confused expression on his face and says "What is a Pugwhatzits?
Ripnok gets a confused expression on his face and says "What is a Pugwhatzits?
Isz replies in Goblin
"'n amlwg , hwy re a 'n lleol Gnoll chiwdod. Hon canfod cara 'r bath chan dywarchen ble Gnolls breswylio , namyn eiddo hôlion arddangos bu 'ma anad 'r amhwyllter ag 'r danio. Ddeuda bynciwn. o leiaf ca 'i yn chwedleua."Anyone watching now sees two Goblins playing with daggers.
Kesh rushes to Cahal. "Are you looking for answers too? Kesh points at the strange man he was talking to. "I asked that man for his thoughts. I can tell he lied. He was defensive as if I accused him but I didn't. He's hiding something.
Oren approaches Lady Almah and offers a sad smile of commiseration. "As you can perhaps tell, my lady, I am a priest of Sarenrae. I would be happy to provide a funeral service for your servant. If these events were truly an attack, my companions and I will see that those responsible are punished for their cruel actions. In the meantime, you have my condolences."
He turns back to Garavel. "My lord, as I said earlier, I am Oren, servant of Sarenrae. It is my hope to help you with the task of reclaiming Kelmarane and especially the temple to Sarenrae that is rumored to have been there. Has your camp had any other ill happenings of late? Is there anything that we should be wary of now that our group has arrived? How much further is it to Kelmarane?"
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Marossa bows low and silently, her hands at her sides as she was raised to. Without a sound she steps out from the tent and makes her way over towards the cleric. Once she finds the man she bows to him in the same fashion as a way of greeting. When she bends back up she raises up one hand to pull her hair out of the way giving easy sight of the collar around her neck.
"Hello Sir, I hope I am not disturbing you. It's just that I don't know anybody else around the camp and I was hoping to talk with someone. Do fires like that happen often around here?"
Marossa listens closely to his answer, though she tries not to make it obvious she is scrutinizing the man.
Oren examines Almah carefully as he listens to her speak.
He nods as he speaks, "Sarenrae gifts me with her blessings when my actions favor her, aye. I am most grateful at the opportunity to restore her temple. I also look forward to aiding in the exploration and recovery of Kelmarane."
Oren feels his face warm with color as he recognizes the tone in Almah's voice. Puzzling as her behavior seems he finds himself at something of a loss for words.
"Uhm, I'm not sure that I have done enough, thus far, to warrant any reward. And, of course, to serve where I am needed is generally reward enough."
The cleric absently wonders if his words were making any sense.
I have never heard of Pugwampi's. Wouldn't they have left tracks if they were responsible? Perhaps we have someone that could follow their tracks.
Kesh looks at Cahal, his glowing green eyes being the only thing visible on the little hooded creature. "The baths? What does that mean?" He looks back towards Dashki. "Nevermind. I've seen jealousy make people do strange things. I saw Almah. She was pretty, It must be hard for her to lose the man she liked. I was unable to cheer her up. I want to know what this man knows. Are we allowed to torture him I wonder?" With that Cahal would be able to hear Kesh hissing.
I have never heard of Pugwampi's. Wouldn't they have left tracks if they were responsible? Perhaps we have someone that could follow their tracks.
"They walk in single file, to hide their numbers...or am I thinking of someone else. Hmm"
Isz attempts to clear his mind enough to come up with something useful.
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Oren inclines his head in acknowledgement. "Well, I could do nothing less. As I said, it is my honor to serve as well as I am capable." He looks Almah steadily in the eyes. "As I shall endeavor to do in whatever way my lady requires."
Ripnok will look at the man and then shrug his shoulders and say Well if you say so. He will then go find Isz and the other members of the group that he has been interacting with and tell them what the man said.
When they approach the man Kesh moves out of sight to avoid recognition from the man. He would hide and watch closely to see if the man's story holds the same.
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He will also see if there is anything on Dashki that would be incriminating.
Perception:
Perception: 1d20+6
Cahal and anyone else who as approached Dashki are almost knocked off their feet by the smell coming off his body(sorry forgot to mention this). It smells like he hasn't bathed in a few weeks.Dashki looks really annoyed as Cahal approaches and takes a deep breath. Look I've already told the hooded midget and the green goblin over there he points at Ripnok what happened. But to sum it up Pugwampi's are responsible for the fire, I was hiding behind a tree trying to look into Alma's tent when the fire started. In his frustration with the continued interrogation, he continues to mumble to himself but in a different language. This language seems more...native to him. Ripnok and Cahal make me perception checks.
At this point in time Garavel makes his way to everyone and asks them to meet him in the tent, figuring it would be smart to intervene in what ever was going on in there. He had a feeling that the loss Almah suffered might have knocked a screw loose and she might end up doing something she will regret.
Perception Check
Oren smiles gently. "As you are the force that has gathered us all together, Lady Almah, I was speaking of you." He clears his throat and rubs his hands together.
"For the moment, at least, I am sure there is much that you need to see to and I apologize for keeping you from your tasks. If you are in need of anything, you have but to ask. In the meantime, however, I suspect that there's much left to do in preparing for our final legs of the trip to Kelmarane. Should I perhaps see about gathering my companions together? What would you have of me, Lady Almah?"
Kesh wonders what use the caravan is to him. He knew the others regarded him with suspicion and he didn't want to be seen or abused. Instead of sneaking up on Dashki, he went ahead and silently left the camp without the party. No one even saw him depart. Nor would they ever see him again.
A stranger made his way to the camp in Kelmarane. He moved in and looked about. He walk up to what looked to be an important tent. He gently peered in seeing what looked like a handsome cleric or paladin and a beautiful young lady.
"Pardon the intrusion but I was wondering. Is this the caravan where I can find Lady Almah and Sir Garavel?" The man looked between the those. "Would that be you?"
Marossa looks up in surprise at the halfling's suggestion to remove her collar. She remains speechless for a moment before she finds her voice again, reaching up to touch her collar self-consciously.
"You... you mean... I could have this removed right now? I thought I would have to wear it until I had reclaimed Kelmarane for Lady Almah. I... We would have to talk with Lady Almah first yes? She is my Mistress at the moment..."
Marossa's voice is faint with shock and her eyes turn inward as she thinks for a few moments. Her hand drops back to her side as she looks back up.
"Either way Sir... I don't think this is something to be taken care of now." Trying to change the subject she turns to poetry, "You mentioned Bellianais, Sir? I had not thought to meet anyone on this trip who knew about poetry. Do you have any of his works? I love learning new poetry."
Oren blinks his eyes several times as the situation changes direction entirely.
Then he looks to Cahal. "A who did what?" Realizing he'd spoken a little sharply, Oren smiles and moves closer to the group. "I'm sorry, what's a Pugwamp?"
Jesail thinks for a minute. He had a lot of experience slaying various beasts native to the region. Pugwampi sounded like one of them.
Jesail turned to the group "Pugwampis are the lowest form of gremlin. They are generally trouble makers common to the area. They are small about a foot or two in height. They usually love to cause deadly pranks. Pits filled with spiders, lacing foods with poisons, causing damage to things so they break down later. A nuisance more than anything else. They can be dangerous, only if they have set up some kind of trap or prank. Did they do something to cause any harm?"
Jesail looks at the others waiting for their response.
Ripnok is stunned for a second at the flood of information. Umm...yes there was a large fire that consumed one of the wagons and killed one of the travellers with us. Is there a way to track them?
Jesail's eyes flared with a moment of rage. "Filthy little beast those Pugwampi's! I swear no matter how many I slay there are still enough of them to cause trouble!. Suddenly Jesail notices the goblins in the tent. "What is this? Where did you little monsters come from?"
Jesail reaches for his crossbow.
"Stay your hand, stranger," Oren holds up his own hands to intervene. "Difficult as it may be to believe, these goblins are not as you might commonly come to expect. They have travelled with us for some time and aside from some queer turns of phrase, they have shown remarkable restraint and common cause with us."
The cleric inclines his head and touches his holy symbol with the palm of his right hand. "I am Oren Tor, faithful of Sarenrae. How are you called?"
Jesail pauses for a moment looking at the two little creatures and decides not to attack. "IF you say they are friendly then I will leave them alone, as long as they stay friendly" He turns to Oren.
"I am Jesail Ash. Grand inquisitor of the lady Shelyn. I fight to preserve beauty and love across the land. I believe that Sarenrae and Shelyn's goals are not to far apart so if you don't mind, I'd consider you a brother in that regard. Now what is our first task? Hunting Pugwampi?" Jesail turns to look at Almah.
Note on appearance. Jesail is tall, about 6' 6". HE wears a fine emboidered velvet cloak and rugged traveling clothes underneath. His most unique feature is his hair and skin. His skin is very pale and his hair is almost white with a hue of green to it. He wears his hood, Like in is avatar pic, His exposed hair seems to be flowing as if there was a good breeze blowing it, but you are inside the tent.