*Starts carving into the axe beat.
Carves off small piece and eats it.
Cuts off a medium piece and stuffs it down her bodice.
Cuts off large piece and puts it in a pocket.*
This ritual repeats until there is nothing left of the meat.
"Say Alissa, you can eat it through the skin on your chest?"
No, silly. I am feeding Bear.
Burp
The pocket is my extradimensional storage space.
Daddy made it for me.
Stands up and shifts his pack. He puts his hood on and the crystals all swarm to him, and suddenly he appears to be some random halfling.
We shall.
rrraahhhrr
Bear says she is ready.
I am too.
By now, I suppose Nasty has eaten all the food in the trough, and probably the trough as well, so...?
Smashy likes iron...
Anything I should be aware of?
do my antenna pick up any unusual smells?
And anything I should know?
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Alissa: With a survival/perception like that, you will have no issues navigating the previously unnavigateable soggy swamp. You also know of rumors of "Thingizzard" the witch beware her potions. Also there is an area just to the east of the mountain where there is a way to "Dragotha", the undead dragon, where fabulous riches and hideous death await.
Alick: Nothing unusual beyond the smell of rotting vegetation.
Jenny: Why don't we call that a nature check, you know that in certain areas of this swamp. The plants are known to be a bit carnivorous.
Alick says, his disguise dropped again. His crystals swarm out around them in a 20ft radius, giving a form of early detection against enemies.
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"Ooooh, I seem to remember something about White Blume Mountain in these areas..."
"Oh. Right. I knew it was one or the other. White Blume Mountain is the one to the south." =)
+10 for undead
What do I know about Dragotha?
"She's an undead terrier. I think. Seriously bad mojo there."
I think Nesod and I would get along fine with her.
The rest of you may have a problem.
In consideration of the other members of the party, we will leave her alone.
Or we could just leave her alone.
Alick continues rambling on about everything and nothing, mostly quietly under his breath.
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Tvashtri sees a rotten old sign apparently pointing the way to a fabled clockwork workshop, said to be guarded by blizzards and multiple veils of illusion, deep in the local foothills. He would be most remiss if he did not take this opportunity, which may separate him from the party for, at worst, 8 days (but probably will not).
"I may be a while," he tells the fellowship. "Or, I may not. Do not worry, we," he indicates his mechanicals, "will no doubt make our way back in due time!"
Oh No. Don't go there.
"Don't tell AMH and Nasty about that place........."
Smashy only wants for us all to be bludgeoned. I serve him equally well on either side of the equation.
I smash the fog.
"What place Jenny?"
*Brings out tiny hut.*
INVOKE
*Tiny hut grows into hut big enough for 2.*
Wake me for third watch.
*Goes inside.*
"Oh, nothing, Nasty. Oh look, our fearless leader made a hut. So cozy!"
Alick gathers some firewood and lights it with a small burst of energy from his finger. His crystals float through the fire and come out carrying a bit of the flame. The spread around the camp acting like tiny candles. He pulls a small tent from his bag and sets it up. he says before sitting down near the fire. He levitates slightly off the ground, his eyes open and filled with an inner light. You feel as if each of his crystals is watching you.
...picks at his scales to pass the time....
I hate shedding...
A kender steps out of the entry.....
"Plenty of salt in here for everyone...single file no pushing.....what's that in your pocket....not my hand that other thing."
Alick's crystals swarm around the Kender menancingly as he approaches the camp, each one's flame burning brighter. Alick's voice booms out from the crystals. Several have formed together into wicked looking daggers ready to strike at the intruder.
"Caspian.....your here looking for the salt mine, right?......no one steals salt it's bad luck."