D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil


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Tolan enters from the other room, comforted that Aridha is out of danger. He looks down at the chest the others have gathered around, and noting that it doesn't seem to be locked, throws it open and begins rifling through it's contents.

"What do we have here?"

He pulls out a suit of dirty metal.

"What a mess. I've never understood why someone would want to wrap themselves in this much metal."

Then he tosses it carelessly on the floor at Dent's feet, and pulls out the pile of papers, and begins to read, his expression growing grave.
 

Aridha opens her eyes slowly, and coughs. She brings the back of her hand to her mouth and wipes some of the potion off her lips, then nods gratefully at Tolan.

"Thank you."

She doesn't comment as she goes in with Tolan, as stoic in her embarrassment as she ever is any other time.
 

Seing the suit of plate on the floor, Thaliss says verbally, addressing Dent, his noble manners overcoming his preference for telepathy. ''allow me to make it suitable to try'' slight whirlwinds appear around the armor, but it remains the same. Telepathically he adds, I think there is more to this suit of armor as it appears at first glance

OOC: cast prestigitation
 

"No! Wait! It's perf---...--ect" An uncharacteristic outburst escaped the Knight, who nearly wailed in dismay as Thaliss prepared to clean the plate.

"As I said, " Dent coughed when the spell failed utterly, "It's perfect. For my needs." He resisted the urge to collect the armor and hug it possessively, but only just. Let those mucktards back at the Unit see me now, he gloated inwardly.

Dent removed his armor and started putting on the plate. Gods, but it felt good to be swaddled in steel. As Dent worked at getting on the armor, he idly mused, "What's in those papers?" When he bent over to affix a shin guard, the emblem on the chest caught his eye. He stiffened. "That is a Mirabarian emblem." Dent shot Tolan a look. "The Knight Captain," he murmured.
 
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"The letters say he's being moved," Aridha murmurs. "I wonder how far they've gotten. The letter's fresh...and from what she's written the decision to move him was made after our first attack. It hasn't been long."
 

Dent froze. "That settles it. If he's here, I must retrieve him without delay. Does the letter say where he's been moved? Or where he was?" He shifted his weight sideways, stiffling a wince of pain in his gut. Dent moved to cross the room and snatch the papers, but stayed put, trying to hide the fact that his right leg was threating to buckle. He ignored his ailments. This armor's just heavy, that's all.
 

Tolan shakes his head. "It doesn't say where, just 'to you, my lord prophet.'" He frowns, searching his memory for a moment, contemplating the recent events. "The knight of the Dark Tide at the River keep ... he offered to take us to the prophet. If Jolivar and the Abbess are working for the same power, I am not sure that even fully rested we would be able to brace that foe. It seems the prophet is who sent the three beasts here as well. Who knows how many others he or she commands. It mentions the other delagates in the mines, perhaps we should start our search there, and find what information we may."
 

OOC: I like how it seems they've been trying to reach an accord with us and we've just been, like, "No" <stabbity>


Damien looked on the treasure with pure avarice, thinking of all the things he could buy. As for the Knight-Commander, he didn't give a hoot. Other than the reward being offered for the delegation's return. As such, the indication that there were prisoners in the mines likely below their feet intrigued him.

"It seems that some of the delegation is within reach. Should we press on and attempt to free them... and then return to town to rest and determine the fate of the rest of the party?"
 

Dent started pacing like a caged beast. His limp was pronounced. He muttered to himself as he stalked. It was plain he wasn't at his healthiest--several open wounds had split open tissue, and his face was littered with bruises--but pent-up energy had him taut. Every so often the words "Knight Captain" escaped his lips.
 

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