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CB's City of the Spider Queen v3.5

Lyssa

To Zarra, Lyssa chides, "I thought you'd finally discovered that flying was superior to walking, and yet here you are back on your feet. If we can speak to this lot perhaps they can give us news of the road ahead." Lyssa flutters toward the little band of merchants. "Well met fellow travelers," she offers by way of a cheery greeting in undercommon.
 

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Two of the kuo-toas look up and warily watch as the party--Blite, Zarra, and K'yorl in particular--approach. One of the two kuo-toas bent over the broken cart handle stands up from his work. One cart is settled off to the side near the tunnel wall by a large boulder. The broken cart is in the middle of the main portion of the tunnel's clear section. Both carts are covered with a membranous green skin that glistens with moisture in the flickering light of the campfire. At the unheard command of one of the two kuo-toa bent over the broken cart, the cook hustles over to the carts and quickly begins rubbing himself over the membranous skin. The creature's efforts seem to coat the skin in a protective layer of oily slime that shines with luster anew in the firelight.

The kuo-toa that had been bent over the broken cart handle and had stood up now steps forward. A black metallic holy symbol hangs on a handsome silver chain from the orange-skinned kuo-toa's neck. In fluent Undercommon, the kuo-toa addresses Zarra and K'yorl. [sblock] "Welcome, Oh Most Honored Drowesses!" [/sblock] The kuo-toa bows then continues. [sblock] "I am Jopaarg the Drowned. We welcome you to our heat and bid you to the Sea Mother's embrace." [/sblock] The kuo-toa wrings his hands anxiously and looks from K'yorl to Zarra then to Blite.

The cook finishes secreting oil on the membranous tarps covering the carts then returns to his fire. His large black bulbous eyes look up from time to time between shredding strips of pale dried flesh into an iron pot. The dried flesh smells strongly of salt, oil, and seaweed. The third kuo-toa remains bent over the broken cart. A pincer staff lies near the kuo-toa's feet.
 

Eww ... fishy. And koa-toa are not to be trusted, any more than strange ... drow would be.

He doesn't draw his bow, but Prixo gives a tiny shake of his head.

Though in terms of risk, it may matter little. We will have to set watches in any case. The greater risk is letting them know of our plans, and that depends more on our foolishness than on how long we stay.
 

Zarra understands where it is coming from, but it does not please her that they just ignored such a polite greeting from her friend; after all they are merchants, they should learn to be more civil. Then deciding to continue with the charade, but not much liking the idea, she says "[/I]Thank you. I am Zarra. I think we shall accept your offer and stay a short while." Knowing that some have commitments to attend to and that most have been walking over tough terrain for a few hours, it seems like the best thing to do. It will especially be easier to keep an eye on the slippery fellows this way. She then turns to look at the others to see if they like the idea at all.
 

Lyssa Gloaming

Lyssa wrinkles her nose, both at the smells and the chilly reception she recieved. With a shrug she says softly to Zarra "'keep your friends close and your enemies closer,' as my squad leader used to say. I was going to offer to help them fix their cart, but I think they can do it themselves." She begins to pull out the food she grabbed as they left the chaos of the market, "Anybody hungry?"
 



Once things are settled Hael stumps up to Kyorl and gives a scowling nod of his bald head "Priestess. One of the red striped spiders nicked through my armor. The venom is nothing but its bite had more to it than that. Don't know if its magic or sickness but its got a hold on my leg at the moment. Anything that can be done about it?"

Hael then slings down his bedroll "And here's your prize. Even if the one who sent him was just an intermediary we can work our way through the chain when we go back."
 

K'yorl scowls for a moment, obviously displeased by the role she's expected to play. The handmaids of Lolth do not generally deign to use their dark powers for the healing of slaves and mercenaries. Nevertheless... this one is may well prove necessary to her own survival in the coming weeks.

Without a word, she accepts the bloody sack and bends to examine the wound, her expression almost daring any of those present to comment.

OOC: did K'yorl miss her opportunity to pray this evening? I'm not sure what time it was when we set out, or how much time has transpired since the fracas in the marketplace. Also, can she tell anything from the wound? Is this a disease? A curse? She has no ranks in heal, but spellcraft is +14.
 


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