D&D 5E Elementalists (IC)


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Lola stroked the pointy horn on her head with her free hand as she gave herself time to ponder the decision before her.

"Corlan, aren't you sweet? I don't know what you know about my caliber and what I deserve but I will say, at least this rag-a-muffin group of degenerates ran outside to help rather than cower in here. So I think I'll spend my night with them, if you don't mind. Thanks for the drink earlier though." She gave him a big, sweet, pearly white grin before turning her attention back to the table.

"Feathers, you were saying something?"


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Xobru doesn't know how to react to Corlans words, but luckily Lola beats him to it. The elf turns away from the man, ignoring him, but Hadar makes a face with two tentacles beside its head as big flappy ears and one tentacle making the impression of a nose. The amused octopus keeps its eyes on Corlan, ready to flee if he makes any sudden moves.
 

Corlan frowns at the response, and mutters "Demon witch" as he turns around and makes his way out of the bar. The bartender's face is pale, though he doesn't say anything.


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Besides the strange mirrors that makeup the walls, Nacay finds the temple to be surprisingly open. There is fine furniture scattered here and there, places where it seems appropriate to simply sit and reflect. The chamber he is currently in is more of a lobby. The entrance he came in on is on the south end of the room. There is a door to the west and a door to the right, and on the North end of the room is a large double door which is currently closed.

You can feel the energy emanating from behind the double doors.

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Lola shrugged. "Looks like I made the right choice with that one, hope you boys won't let me down." She drank down a large portion of her wine, barely tasting it. "Though he miiigghhhtt be a good judge character," she laughed.


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OOC: Its about time for a mood change methinks [roll0]


Nacay calmly walks over to the door, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the the floor."Why they make so many mirror's." Nacay ponders as he approaches the door before reaching up with his scarred hand and pushing.
 
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OOC: There are three doors. Which one is Nacay going to?


The bartender looks at Vimak, his eyes going wide. He glances at the door, where Corlin just left from, and then looked at the rest of the room. Everyone else had left after the incident.

"Captain Wraithclaw owns a trade ship. He's one of the few who trade with the Horatin islands.The Dragonborn there don't usually trade with outsiders, so he's made something of a name for himself. He is...not used to being denied..."
 



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