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

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent eyed Kubeba's axe and nodded in appreciation. "I like the way you think." The half-elf brandished his longsword, pointing the tip at the nearest pasty-faced initiate. "Filth like this lot serves no purpose. We putting them out of their misery? Too many mouths to feed." It was clear the soldier longed to do nothing more than commence slaughtering their captives.

When Thaliss greeted him, Dent shook hands, extending a stub-fingered meaty paw. The greeting changed to a growl the minute Thaliss projected, however. "Stay out of my head, Thaliss!" Dent shook his head from side to side, as if doing so would shake Thaliss from his thoughts.

 

[Jago]

~ At this, Miles raised his shield again, this time between the newcomer, Kubeba, and the Initiates.

" Have you gone deaf? I told these men and women to leave and lay down this fight, there's no need for more bloodshed."

He gripped that magical spear a little tighter, keeping it lowered. Miles was not willing to use it like this, but he would not back down either. He was unsure who this Dent was, but he had a feeling this was not the first time the man had nonchalantly advocated slaughter like that.

" They had even admitted that some of their number were pressed into this. Stolen! Like you and I were, Kubeba! What if our new companions here had attacked us when they found us with the Kenku?"

Shaking his head, Miles tried to beseech any semblance of mercy that may have existed, imploring his less violent comrades to lend weight.

" With their Queen gone, they're already broken. They were ready to follow me just because I grabbed this damn spear, for Helm's sake. They pose no threat to us or others: their deaths would serve no purpose than bloodlust. I won't allow that to happen." ~

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"Rest easy there, lad. Just a bit of fun. No one's really of a mind to make mincemeat of your poofsters. Though, followers present a bit of a problem." Dent sheathed his longsword and grinned maliciously at the nearest Initiate, who shrank away from him. "Marcus Dent." The half-elf shot forward a hand in greeting. Miles thought Dent possibly wasn't the sharpest tool in the drawer, but there was no mistaking his crushing grip.

 

[Shayuri]

"I think we can fairly secure in the assumption none of these here will be resurrecting the air cult on their own," Maighan says dryly.

She gives Dent a nod. "I didn't expect to see you again."

 

[River Song]

Kubeba towers over the cultists, eyeing each one in turn. "I have marked you all in my mind." he growls. "If I ever see you again, leading anything but the most virtuous of lives, I will end them there and then without hesitation!"

With a broad smile, "Now, where to from here?"

 

[Jago]

"Rest easy there, lad. Just a bit of fun. No one's really of a mind to make mincemeat of your poofsters. Though, followers present a bit of a problem." Dent sheathed his longsword and grinned maliciously at the nearest Initiate, who shrank away from him. "Marcus Dent." The half-elf shot forward a hand in greeting. Miles thought Dent possibly wasn't the sharpest tool in the drawer, but there was no mistaking his crushing grip.

Miles rested the spear gently on his shoulder, freeing his hand to grasp that of Dent's. He was strong, that he had to give him credit, but he was glad to see that they were agreed on the matter at hand.

" Miles, Miles Prognatus," he replied amiably, " Good to meet you, Dent. Considering we just discovered two more large enemies, I'm certainly glad we have another blade to bare."

In response to Kubeba's question, Miles shrugged, though he did suppress a soft chuckle at the man's threat to the Initiates. He had a way with words that put even true Paladins of Helm to shame.

" From here, I'd wager we return to Yartar: it was where I was before I was kidnapped by the bird-men. It's a good city, a place for us to regroup and plan our next move, and recover our wounds and gear. What say you all?" ~

 

[Kobold Stew]

Carradoc looks up to see his former travelling companion returning to the group.

"Hmm. Wonder where you'd gone. You missed a time here." He waves his hand imprecisely at the sinkhole, the dead spellcasters, the cultists, the giant automaton, the genie. He does not explain, and won't give Dent the satisfaction of letting him know he's been missed.

He looks back to the book, but soon finishes up, his pen wiped casually on the side of his boot. The observant will notice a dozen or so strokes all at the same angle, on the same side of the boot. He wraps the spell books up, having wrapped them in oilskin and putting them away.

"Have we actually checked this room?" He asks, getting up and looking at the throne. Is it fixed? Can it move? Is there an access to a higher level of the pyramid?

If nothing is found, then He'll agree to Miles's plan. "...unless you think there may be more captives about."

 

[Shayuri]

Maighan glances at Miles with a faint frown.

"Two more enemies? There's four elements, and I assume four elemental cults. One down. Three to go. Unless I've missed something? Did you lot manage to destroy one before I joined?"

 

[Creamsteak]

"Have we actually checked this room?" He asks, getting up and looking at the throne. Is it fixed? Can it move? Is there an access to a higher level of the pyramid?

You uncover nothing else particularly noteworthy about the pyramid. The map is pretty cool, though it describes the city that has mostly been swallowed by the mountain.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent grunted at Carradoc. He eyed the sinkhole, the dead spellcasters, the cultists, the giant automaton, and the genie. "You've been busy," he offered, a note of appreciation in his tone. "Sorry to have missed the party."

His eyes fell on Maighan. He grunted a second time, this time with interest. "We raided an earth temple a while back. There was a courtyard with gargoyles that sprang to life, and cultists. And also a lower level, a dungeon of some sort with a giant insect with a very thick carapace. We killed it, along with their priests and lessers. Left the others to their own devices. I don't think we went lower than the first dungeon level, though. Or perhaps there wasn't another deeper level. Didn't stick around to check. Damien was hot to return to Red Larch. Does that make two cults, then?" He paused. "We did encounter a prophet with a large crocodile, at the river keep. Killed a bunch of cultists there, too. Are you saying there are four cults, all told? What about fire?"

OOC: Did you guys just bang out the air cultists? Help me out here, this is the bit I missed while I was away this late spring/summer.