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

[River Song]

"Aye, they were cultists of wind, it would only be sensible to assume that all four elements would play some part in this."

Looking at the longsword wielding warrior, ​"Do you use that toothpick much? I am lugging a magic one that I am not using......"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent's voice took on an immediate edge of interest. "A blade worthy of this plate armor would be welcome," he rapped for emphasis on the stone cuirass breastplate he wore. "You've such an item?" Dent's dark eyes glittered.

 

[River Song]

"Oh, yes I do." with a flourish, Kubeba unsheathes the magical longsword and flips it handle first to Dent. "All yours."

OOC: I think it is a +1 Longsword, we lost the posts from that time. Can anyone confirm if it had any other qualities?

 

[Shayuri]

Maighan nods.

"I'd expect there to be a fire cult as well. In fact, I wouldn't be shocked to find it had something to do with what brought me here in the first place, given that this place you raided before seems associated with Earth, and the 'river keep' is most likely Water. By the sound of it, you've weakened earth without destroying it, and water and fire seem relatively unmolested."

"I'd suggest finishing off Earth before moving to other targets though...as curious as I am to see what the maybe-fire-cult wants with druids."

(OOC - Yep! This was the fall of the Air Temple. Though I doubt the air cult is actually finished off for good. )

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent marveled at the blade Kubeba held forth. It was plain--not a lick of engraving or embellishment ran down the length of the blade, and the pommel was mere leather-wrapped metal--but he could sense the power within the weapon. His fingers twitched. He wanted badly to grab the thing from Kubeba, but didn't quite trust himself to do so in any sort of gainly fashion. Slowly, ever so gingerly, Dent extended a hand. He stroked a finger lovingly down the pommel, then eased his hand over it, bringing his fingers firmly to bear. Hefting the weight of the sword, Dent cautiously lifted it to eye level for inspection. Truly, it was a thing of beauty. His heart squeezed tightly with lust for the sword, and a shiver ran the length of his spine. He grunted, admiring the blade, twisting it to and fro to get a sense of its workmanship.

His eyes flicked to Kubeba. "My thanks. Friend." The word did not come easy, but Kubeba thought it was well-intended.

OOC: Holy cats, thanks!

 

[River Song]

Kubeba shrugs as if the weapon meant nothing to him.


"I like the idea of tackling this earth cult." he smiles, his white teeth a quick flash across his dark face. The tribesman was eager to test himself against a more solid foe, these air creatures just didn't feel right under his axe.

 

[Creamsteak]

OOC: The loot from the corpse in the water was a platinum guild insignia, +1 longsword, +1 shield, +1 mithral chain shirt. Does the party want to attempt to exit the dungeon or delve deeper?

 

[Kobold Stew]

OOC: There's the path North from the pyramid, and the wind-filled subbasement of the pyramid; I'm fine going on to either.

 

[Jago]

OOC: Sorry, just checking: we've benefitted from a Short Rest, yes?

 

[Creamsteak]

OOC: Long, to clean up the level up.