D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly
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gargoyleking
Adventurer
Hup'lo basically swarms up the rope with the help of the Tabaxi
Athletics(Adv): 3#2d20k1+3 23 22 18
I don't think we have a setup conducive to stringing up a seat that wpuld be conducive. I think we do need to split the party somewhat.
I don't think we have a setup conducive to stringing up a seat that wpuld be conducive. I think we do need to split the party somewhat.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
After hauling a very eager Qawasha up to the root, the smaller group worked their way up to the stone staircase. It was a slow climb, and the tabaxi stayed to help the others every step of the way. The fall was now nearly two hundred feet - certainly lethal - and no one wanted to risk anything. When they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, which climbed to the top of the heart and the petrified tree, they also came to a cave entrance. From the cave stepped a gaunt, blonde-haired elf woman, wearing a black cloak fastened with a golden hoop over her right shoulder.
She bowed slightly and said, "Welcome to the Heart of Ubtao. I am Valindra Shadwomantle. I assume that you have had quite an adventure to find yourselves in this place. Please, come inside and tell me about it over iced wine."
She bowed slightly and said, "Welcome to the Heart of Ubtao. I am Valindra Shadwomantle. I assume that you have had quite an adventure to find yourselves in this place. Please, come inside and tell me about it over iced wine."
"We should be grateful for any hospitality you would care to offer," says Miss Imogen with a curtsy, "and we are happy to accept your kind welcome."
She enters, leaving her bow at the entranceway.
She enters, leaving her bow at the entranceway.
gargoyleking
Adventurer
Hup'lo seemed focussed on Qawasha, helping him move up and watching to make sure he didn't take a fall. Once they reached the entrance to the cave, he moved to the side, watching the conversation and not wanting to inject himself into it. He seemed happy to be a bystander to the scene.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Hup'lo spoke very little of the common tongue, and he didn't understand what was being said most of the time (both here, and in general when travelling with the Sticks). It was Qawasha's habit to translate for him, but the Druid was distracted - partly in awe of arriving at the Heart, and partly in suspicion of the elf. She did not seem to be devoted to Ubtao to him - in fact, she appeared to be an outsider. He was trying to figure out if he should consider it a blasphemy that she appeared to have taken up residence in the Heart.
Valindra led the way into the cave to a musty and dimly lit hollowed-out interior of the Heart. Daylight filtered down through the hollow, petrified tree trunk whose roots made natural pillars that supported the ceiling twenty feet above. A pool of dirty, reddish rainwater occupied the central part of the floor as rain fell through the hollow tree in a constant pitter-patter. Three tall bookcases stood against the wall to the right of the cave entrance while a desk and several wooden crates stood against the left-hand wall. Directly opposite the entrance were two open doorways into smaller chambers and, between them, a large empty iron cage.
The elf went to one of the crates and took out a bottle of wine and took out a bottle of Amnish white wine and enough tin wine glasses for all but herself and Weed, who had put his feet in the pool. She cast a simple spell, and a frost grew on the outside of the bottle. Another spell popped the cork, and she poured glasses and passed them out. There was only one chair, which she offered to Miss Imogen, but she waved a hand to the crates and said, 'I'm afraid that I have very little amenities. If you wish to sit, you may do so on the crates, if you chose, or those stone roots next to that column. I will stand. Now, what can you tell me of your journey here?"
Valindra led the way into the cave to a musty and dimly lit hollowed-out interior of the Heart. Daylight filtered down through the hollow, petrified tree trunk whose roots made natural pillars that supported the ceiling twenty feet above. A pool of dirty, reddish rainwater occupied the central part of the floor as rain fell through the hollow tree in a constant pitter-patter. Three tall bookcases stood against the wall to the right of the cave entrance while a desk and several wooden crates stood against the left-hand wall. Directly opposite the entrance were two open doorways into smaller chambers and, between them, a large empty iron cage.
The elf went to one of the crates and took out a bottle of wine and took out a bottle of Amnish white wine and enough tin wine glasses for all but herself and Weed, who had put his feet in the pool. She cast a simple spell, and a frost grew on the outside of the bottle. Another spell popped the cork, and she poured glasses and passed them out. There was only one chair, which she offered to Miss Imogen, but she waved a hand to the crates and said, 'I'm afraid that I have very little amenities. If you wish to sit, you may do so on the crates, if you chose, or those stone roots next to that column. I will stand. Now, what can you tell me of your journey here?"
Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Qawasha frowned somewhat. Something... wasn't right. He remained standing, and cleared his throat.
"I thank you for your hospitality but... what are you doing here? The Heart of Ubtao is sacred to my people. Many years I have dreamed of coming here on a spiritual journey... and I did not expect to find an outsider within. Some would consider this a great sacrilege... but I am willing to hear your tale. So perhaps you can start with your tale of how and why you came to reside here."
"I thank you for your hospitality but... what are you doing here? The Heart of Ubtao is sacred to my people. Many years I have dreamed of coming here on a spiritual journey... and I did not expect to find an outsider within. Some would consider this a great sacrilege... but I am willing to hear your tale. So perhaps you can start with your tale of how and why you came to reside here."
FitzTheRuke
Legend
For a brief moment, the elf appeared just slightly as if she would become angry, but she quickly composed herself, sighed, and said, "You are right. I am a traveller to this land and I was unaware that this magnificent mote held cultural significance; but of course it would, it must. I am sorry if my presence here is unwelcome - it's just that it made such a safe, and excellent place for me to research the cause of this withering plague, and the rise of terrible undead in this land."
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