*Pocks the cash and gems, since no one else came in with me and will not miss what the do not know about.*
Is it just a scabbard, or is there a weapon in it? If it is empty, what type of weapon does it look like it would hold?
Does the obsidian make any pattern? Is there any writing or other designs on it?
Notices the hookah....
"He's going to be up all night with the munchies."
TD tries to intercept part of the jewels RA is pocketing.......
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Tvashtri scrutinizes the tobaccos.
"Hmmm..."
"I am slightly concerned. Why do I hear ghostly Elven chanting and disquieting oboe and violin music when I look at all this?"
"Granted, perhaps a scion of devils like myself has less to fear from things of smoke and temptation than do other mortals?"
He looks again at the hookah, and then to his mechanicals. His thoughts turn again to the matter of steam....
"And if one application proves unsafe, another might yet be quite rewarding...."
TD: I am sure Alissa will share the loot as you are good heroes
Who says I am good?
Aligned, that is. I am very good at doing other things, like killing.
"Hey boss. Whatcha doing?" Nasty Asks as he walks into the room.
"What did you find over there that you slipped into your pocket?"
I picked up some food for Bear. She is almost as hungry as you are.
TD: I am sure Alissa will share the loot as you are good heroesSlight of hand1d20+15
Counter sleight of hand .......
"It's soooooo shiny....."
*strolls out of the bathroom on the far end of the room nomming some spicy edamame, straightens up upon seeing the party*
(with mouth half full) "Oh, guests! Whelcome to the master Qesnef's abode. This one is the master's prisoner servant, Detdet."
*the young, fairly built male catfolk in colorful paisley robes bows respectfully towards the party's general direction*
"If there is a thing you need, this one can get it at your whim."
"FOOD !!!!" He says out loud to the cat person.
Heh heh. Do you use a litter box?
"Very well, large tongued guest... one fraction of the minute."
*checks the fridge for a few plates of exotic morsels and sets them on a table near the hookah, then a surprised look comes over him*
(To no one in particular) "The master Qesnef is gone?"
*peeks outside and sees... ...the remnants of combat and Qesnef's dedness. Piecing together the recent chain of events, he slides back inside*
"It does seem that some 'guests' have taken the liberty of shortening the master's life expectancy, to the good fortune of this one. Several thanks to your acts. Would a number of you like to partake in celebrating my freeing with much smoke and powder?"
*swiftly elated, he takes a seat near the hookah and looks with expectant orange eyes*
I bet you get hairballs.
I bet you get hairballs.
"You can tell it's a boy catman?"
*painstakingly hocks a hairball onto the gaming table*
There is my improvisational figure, so the whiter haired one can conserve the plastic.
What the? How did you get that? I could have sworn it was still in my hand.
*already indulging in the exotic drogas*
"Its for a looooong blade... so pretty..."
*admires the obsidian for a while and spaces out*
The hookah is probably not digestable... but a slight pseudopod caress of it to see what about it smells so tasty could provide answers.
Trap makes a mental note of what things are actually safe from digestion in this party...
It reminds him of Jack Sprat and his wife.....
Looking back and forth between Nasty and Jenny, it seems that likewise anything on the platter is food......."betwixt the two of them they licked the platter clean"
Then noting AM he decides the platter would end up smashed as well.
Alick comes wandering in, still steaming from his boiling bath, dragging a large cooked crayfish by it's tail.
"Foods done. Go get some!" He says before cracking open the tail and scooping out a gob of cooked prawn meat.
Trap dips into his vampire kit.....
"Great job Alick.....I have a clove of garlic, who has the butter?"
No butter, but I have Laffy Taffy. Can we use that instead?
My backpack is full of candy.
All right. I should have remembered. I envelop the hookah and enter into cytease-catabolic phase.
"Jello on this one's smoke pipe! Fine mage, what fortune is this to have the pipe enveloped in ooze?"
*Looking pleadingly at TAK*
BURRRRRRRBLE...
"Wait, perhaps Det-Det can speak with the ooze and convince it that it should not eat this one's smoke pipe!"
*clearing his throat, clearly does not speak ooze*
"BurrBLE, wOORrglely PRUuuUdle... Splat sploosh!"
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"I think once everyone gathers around it, it is considered fair game for eating....sorry."
Sleight of hand
"Are you furry all over?...are you a Tom or a Jill?"
"Wait, perhaps Det-Det can speak with the ooze and convince it that it should not eat this one's smoke pipe!"
*clearing his throat, clearly does not speak ooze*
"BurrBLE, wOORrglely PRUuuUdle... Splat sploosh!"
The cube LOOKS at the catfolk.
"BLURRRRRRBLE..."
It seems to expect an answer.
Nasty hauls two of the crayfish carcasses from the tank and starts to devour it. Bits and pieces fly all over the room raining orc spittle and crayfish carcass.
"This is good. " He says between bites. He does not bother to differentiate between the exoskeleton and the flesh he eats the whole thing.
Hey, you can eat like an orc when you are with them. When you are with us, you will keep your food and bodily fluids to yourself.
*notices TD patting him down*
"A strange one," *looking to the rest of the group* "Is this not a traditional greeting for his kind?"
(to TD) "This one is neither called Tom or Jill, one should say 'Det-Det' if wanting to talk, it is what this one is called mostly."
(to Cube) "HurrRRrrle BBUURRGgeeel Womglewomgle brooodgly"
Good luck with that, Alissa.
Does this mean we level up and I can take a level in echolocater and no longer have to pretend to keep track of spending power points on levitation?
"This is good manners. I haven't burbed." he smiles as more spittle and chunks of crayfish fly. A piece of something lands on Alissa's shoulder she is not sure whether it is crayfish or spittle and probably does not want to know.
If you need me, I will be taking a bath with the sea lions.
Pat down continues....
"So are you a boy or girl catmando?"
"The small one is the first to ask this question in earnest. The answer is a man, of course,"
*thinking out loud*
"Perhaps the smaller race's parents are different looking? Or maybe searching for advice on being or becoming a man like this one?"
I wonder if TD is patting him down looking for weapons, or looking for something to steal?
*stops purring the moment JRR mentions it*