In between bites as fat and meat spray all around him.
"These are pretty good. Want o try one of mine?" Nasty hands over a drool covered rib to AM healer.
When the new guy heads over to Jenny he gives him a quick look over.
"Jenny, you okay? Weird red skinned thing bothering you? I can eat him if you want?"
Looks around at Jenny's various companions. The crystals orbiting him buzz agitatedly at the suggestion of being Nasty's next meal.
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"Ah, well then! I am Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis, traveling fine artisan originally of Tashbaan, and this," he gestures to each of his mechanicals in turn, standing around his seat in a triangle formation like a tiny honor guard, "is Minimus Macabre Mk. II, Agni, and the Wicked Weaver. Forgive their silence, they are a bit shy - but quite brave when the situation insists on it. We shall have to compare notes on the topic of gemcraft! I would also advise against being particularly generous with any candy."
Nasty, I don't trust anything you say is good to eat.
New crystal-thingy, I checked my character sheet and it says I'm a cleric. I follow the ways of Smashy, god of bludgeoning. What can you do? Got any cool feats?
he says while holding out his palm, the tiny crystals floating around him flowing into the shape of sharp daggers floating in the air.
The daggers dissipate back into tiny crystal shards as his thought train goes elsewhere, floating gently around him He's pulled from his memory by the arrival of his food. His almost sullen demeanor is replaced by a jovial one as he dips one of the spicy peppers into the honey then pops it into his mouth.
"Hello, Alick. I am Jenny, connoisseuse of all things mucoid, fibrinous, effluvial, and structurally metaphasic, and sorceress extraordinaire. It is a pleasure to meet you. As you say, we are adventurers, mighty ones too. It is... not really familiar to us to have an actual recruitment process. Those other guys went into the basement to kill rats once, they told me, but I can't see the rat killing as a requirement. I think your demands are fair, but I don't speak for the others."
(For image, the ant queen should be just what you're looking for, and I think it's on the avatars list. Also, you read through this entire thread????????)
Waiter, I will have the roasted axe beak, medium rare.
(Dromites are Small, so even though dwarves are Medium, you'll have to do, Alick)
I see the huge, slobbering figure of the otyugh lumber into the tavern and smile as I give it a hug. The stench spreading in the room outshines Jenny's rotted pig carcass and whatever Nasty is eating, easily.
"Hey Gurg! So good to see you again. What you doing here in Divenrell?"
"Oh, that's interesting. Now, while I'd love to chat with you for a while, I don't think the rest of the people here in the restaurant can eat while you're here, so... maybe later?"
The huge, white monster barges out of the door. The sounds of vomiting guests die down after a while.
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Alissa: Not a problem ma'am he walks away fantasizing about the big tip he is going to get tonight
Jenny: the bars owner Shakey Jake approaches you seemingly unaffected by the rancid odor. Say, would you mind sending that creature out back, i've got a pile of garbage this highhe raises his hand above his head.
Alick says, his crystals having formed a protective mask infront of his face to protect him from the smell from the Otyugh.
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So an undead, a oozefolk, a gemmy bug thing, an arabian illithid...
"Tiefling, thank you."
"Perhaps a treasure map would be made by someone who was trying to smuggle treasure with the intention that someone else could find it, but whom they could not guide in person for any number of reasons...or maybe they're just very forgetful. I hear squirrels routinely wind up forgetting many of the nuts they bury."
"To be honest, Gurg said it already ate the treasure. Getting eaten by an otyugh is a pretty... Final proposition. I doubt the map is of interest anymore. I just hope none of the gold it ate was of real importance beyond its monetary value. Oh, and otyughs don't do stealth. They smell so bad that nobody accosts them, plus they mostly eat garbage, which people like."
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Just zo you know, you have a map that leads northeast(cause you know that's where evil always comes from) through the soggy swamp towards...Boordor.
Also the old coot who was eavesdropping on your conversation told you of a secret route into boordor through the mountain known as 'The Sharp-Peaked Hill'
*Looks over the map.*
Let's see. There is a path up through here; branches off here; goes over here; and finally opens up here.
We should be able to get through, barring a blockage.
The only problem I see is getting through this area. *Points*
The way the switchback looks, we may have to lead our animals single file. Your worm will be too big to make the climb TAK. You may have to leave it behind.
"Otyughs are delicious too. Not good for eating, though."
Finishes his meal off, and slides the left overs towards Nasty. heads upstairs to claim his gear from upstairs and comes back down in a few minutes, wearing simple leather armor and a moderate sized bag, his hood down revealing his full head, small antenna waving in the air sensing the room. His swarm of crystals seems to have doubled in number, but stays close to his body.
My order is sure taking long.
He sit's back in his chair and fidgets a little, trying to distract himself with making interesting patterns with his crystals.
When do I get to kill something?
Ahhhhhh.... That was a tasty rotted pig carcass. What's next? Strike out for justice, freedom and dubiously righteous actions?