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

[Steve Gorak]

Thaliss seems irritated. Telepathically, he responds She has left? This is problematic since she was carrying a mote we were supposed to give back to the guild as part of our mission. We will need to find her to retrieve it, which will make us waste precious time...

 

[Forged Fury]

Damien chuckled in response to Maighan's pun and considered her words for a moment. "Well, if Aridha has left us, we could certainly use someone who knows their way around the natural arts. Especially if that someone can summon a bunch of bear friends. For me, I vote to take you on if it comes down to it. Plus," the warlock paused to glance at Dent, "you at least seem to have a sense of humor."

Glancing at Thaliss, he finished, "Oh, and don't worry too much about the mental communication. It's only mostly creepy once you get used to it."

 

[Shayuri]

Maighan nods at Thaliss. "Not to fear. I have what she was carrying. I met her before coming here."

 

[Kobold Stew]

[edit -- sorry; I guess I was confused. I'll go back and reread the thread later tonight. I'm sorry if I messed things up.]

 

[Shayuri]

Maighan gives Carradoc a quizzical look. "Which being is that now?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent was oblivious to Damien's jibe at his lack of mirth. The former knight amused himself by toeing idly at McSurly's corpse. It wasn't long before Dent gave in to whim and reared his leg back, kicking the dead McSurly squarely in the jaw. The crunch was sickening. Dent smiled grimly. The shark-toothed dagger's glint caught his eye; Dent bent down and picked up the prize. He held it aloft. "O-ho! What have we here?" He placed the dagger on a nearby table. Seating himself and kicking his feet up to rest on a chair, Dent eyed Maighan with appreciation. He smirked, then patted the seat beside himself. Lewd invitation gleamed from his eyes.

 

[Creamsteak]

The elven woman on staff scoffs at Dent's excessive action. "I don't know who you are, but you're obviously not a member here. I understand the blood from battle, but please treat it with some bit of respect, yes?"

She looks over the group. "I didn't expect you to get involved so directly, but you have my thanks. We were a bit cornered. I had sent out a courier to Waterdeep to get reinforcements of some kind. They thought simply having a medallion was enough to be here. Sadly, when they come in such numbers, and there are only three of us on staff, it was hard to actually object."

 

[Forged Fury]

Spotting the knife Dent had deposited on the table, Damien piped up. "Were-creatures and nautical-themed weaponry... where have we seen that before?" he asked rhetorically. The warlock tried to ignore his companions' crude mannerisms around the new elf, clearly they were socially stunted creatures.

This place, what is it called.. Womford? When you do defeat whatever evil has laid claim to this area and have usurped its position, it sounds like a wonderful place to recruit henchmen!

Turning to the remaining defeated bandits, Damien asked, "Tell me, did you ever work with Shoalar?"

 

[Steve Gorak]

Telepathically, and only to the elven woman: [sblock] We are glad to help my lady, and please forgive my companion. He is well intention-ed, but combat gets is blood pumping. [/sblock]

Telepathically, for all to hear except the thugs Perhaps our companions Sir Dent, the wizard Carradoc this charming druidess are worthy to be part of our guild? he asks the Elven lady. In any case, we need to resolve the issue at hand, and take care of these thugs. Looking directly at the elven lady, Thaliss adds correct me if I am wrong, but I believe we are in our right to pass judgement on these four pathetic souls, no?

 

[Creamsteak]

The thug looks at Damien, "Shoalar... yeah. I've met him. The boys say he died. His name come up a bit in travel. We've never worked with him."

The elven woman has a cruel smile. "I can handle the paperwork for either matter if need be."