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D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil
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Forged Fury
First Post
Damien took in the scene and then asked Thalis directly. "What makes you think that? We're all still alive at this point."
Archandros was mysteriously silent.
Archandros was mysteriously silent.
Steve Gorak
Adventurer
Thaliss bowed his head towards the creature and murmured "Apologies mylord" as he backs away towards the door with noble decorum.
Steve Gorak
Adventurer
Thaliss answers telepathically, again for the group to hear I don't know what kind of creature this is, undead or not, but I prefer to be careful when a potential foe doesn't even bother to prepare for a fight
hafrogman
Adventurer
Tolan shrugs and considers the ... being in the room. He certainly doesn't look like one of the monks. He doesn't intrude upon the room, but calls out, trying honesty again, since it worked so well on the abbess.
"I don't suppose YOU know where the prisoners are being kept? This is supposed to be a sort of rescue thing, you see."
"I don't suppose YOU know where the prisoners are being kept? This is supposed to be a sort of rescue thing, you see."
Forged Fury
First Post
Damien looked sidelong at Thaliss and rolled his eyes.
To the robed figure, the warlock was about to ask about the captives when Tolan jumped in with his own question.
To the robed figure, the warlock was about to ask about the captives when Tolan jumped in with his own question.
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Creamsteak
Explorer
The creature taps his index fingers on the table in front of himself for a moment. "A rescue..." his thoughts seem to trail off. His focus returns as suddenly, "You have already made me lose my thought... It will take me at least fifteen minutes to pick up from where I left off. Such is the nature of distraction. The cost is not in the simple moment lost, but in the compounding of having to rebuild the necessary state of mind to continue one's work."
The figure stands up from the desk and looms forward. His long black hair still seems somewhat... present... his skin is wrinkled, shriveled, and slightly translucent. His robes look... noble, but in tatters. The thing looks like the picture of death incarnate, skeletal...
"Of course, one might believe that as my time is measured in centuries... not moments... this cost would seem trivial. This is false. Every moment of my time is worth exponentially more than the expenditure of time of someone such as yourself. It can be said that the momentum behind my movements is so much greater. It is focused. It has purpose. A million lives stand in my past, each ally fallen, each enemy slain... I carry their weight... their lives... their goals... and their mission inexorably forward. I am possessed of the a vastly greater purpose than one such as you, elf, who lives a paltry life-span measured in mere years. Perhaps you can understand where I am coming from when you compare yourself to the creatures you yourself might, in hubris, consider lessers?"
The creature walks all the way up to the door. It touches the colorless skin of its face with its long decrepit nail. "Now, with the costs you have incurred me laid before you, you ask me a question for which I cannot possibly know an answer. One might, in a childish way, insist that there is no knowing a thing completely. That's certainly possible. I know not whether I know that to be true. But that is a matter for children. What is more important is what can be induced from the chain of events that have transpired. I took up residence here. My work was disturbed. Cultists of some ill-informed nature wished to acquire my assistance with their paltry projects. I, of course, rebuffed them in a suitable fashion. Now, a set of new interlopers come up to my very door with the blood of these cultists all about them. They talk of a rescue."
The figure turns his back and starts to meander away still talking to itself.
"Whether by truth or folly they bluntly ask me if I know of these prisoners. Are there prisoners here? I would surmise that, within a reasonable certainty, there must be. Given the nature of the cultist woman, she likely puts anything she can to use. She also... appears to be dead. Given that constant infernal ringing of metal and stone down below, the notion of captured individuals being put to work as slaves just below this keep would seem likely. They seem to still be at work... not yet molested or disturbed by the conflict that occurred here. Nor were they interrupted when that blasted statue fell into my crypt."
The figure gestures to the west.
"I would suggest going down those stairs into the mines below. If my deduction is correct, at least someone currently considered a prisoner would be found there. I would avoid the northern section of the mine if I were in your condition. And stay out of my domain. You will find that the doors are locked with an arcane manifestation, much like the one you just picked. A lack of disturbance would be appreciated."
A wry smile crosses the creatures mouth. "I would suggest you leave now, unless you plan to repay me for this interruption."
The figure stands up from the desk and looms forward. His long black hair still seems somewhat... present... his skin is wrinkled, shriveled, and slightly translucent. His robes look... noble, but in tatters. The thing looks like the picture of death incarnate, skeletal...
"Of course, one might believe that as my time is measured in centuries... not moments... this cost would seem trivial. This is false. Every moment of my time is worth exponentially more than the expenditure of time of someone such as yourself. It can be said that the momentum behind my movements is so much greater. It is focused. It has purpose. A million lives stand in my past, each ally fallen, each enemy slain... I carry their weight... their lives... their goals... and their mission inexorably forward. I am possessed of the a vastly greater purpose than one such as you, elf, who lives a paltry life-span measured in mere years. Perhaps you can understand where I am coming from when you compare yourself to the creatures you yourself might, in hubris, consider lessers?"
The creature walks all the way up to the door. It touches the colorless skin of its face with its long decrepit nail. "Now, with the costs you have incurred me laid before you, you ask me a question for which I cannot possibly know an answer. One might, in a childish way, insist that there is no knowing a thing completely. That's certainly possible. I know not whether I know that to be true. But that is a matter for children. What is more important is what can be induced from the chain of events that have transpired. I took up residence here. My work was disturbed. Cultists of some ill-informed nature wished to acquire my assistance with their paltry projects. I, of course, rebuffed them in a suitable fashion. Now, a set of new interlopers come up to my very door with the blood of these cultists all about them. They talk of a rescue."
The figure turns his back and starts to meander away still talking to itself.
"Whether by truth or folly they bluntly ask me if I know of these prisoners. Are there prisoners here? I would surmise that, within a reasonable certainty, there must be. Given the nature of the cultist woman, she likely puts anything she can to use. She also... appears to be dead. Given that constant infernal ringing of metal and stone down below, the notion of captured individuals being put to work as slaves just below this keep would seem likely. They seem to still be at work... not yet molested or disturbed by the conflict that occurred here. Nor were they interrupted when that blasted statue fell into my crypt."
The figure gestures to the west.
"I would suggest going down those stairs into the mines below. If my deduction is correct, at least someone currently considered a prisoner would be found there. I would avoid the northern section of the mine if I were in your condition. And stay out of my domain. You will find that the doors are locked with an arcane manifestation, much like the one you just picked. A lack of disturbance would be appreciated."
A wry smile crosses the creatures mouth. "I would suggest you leave now, unless you plan to repay me for this interruption."
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hafrogman
Adventurer
Tolan ignores the slights and insults leveled at him, and picks through the creature's word for the important information, such as it was. He nods firmly at the end.
"Downstairs then, which may even be the selfsame mines. It was a logical next step, but nice to have some confirmation. My thanks."
He considers slightly, and then cocks his head sideways.
"There may be further disturbances shortly. But after that we hope to leave this place quite devoid of cultists. Enjoy your peace, such as it may be."
Then he closes the door.
"Downstairs then, which may even be the selfsame mines. It was a logical next step, but nice to have some confirmation. My thanks."
He considers slightly, and then cocks his head sideways.
"There may be further disturbances shortly. But after that we hope to leave this place quite devoid of cultists. Enjoy your peace, such as it may be."
Then he closes the door.
Creamsteak
Explorer
Assuming nobody objects to the door being shut, the door is shut.
Forged Fury
First Post
Damien had no objections to the door being shut. "Stairs or do we keep looking through rooms to make sure we don't get trapped?"
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