D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly
"Understood" says Miss Imogen, humbled.
KahlessNestor
Adventurer
Morning
Round 0
Dellrak blinked in surprise when the broodguard was shoved overboard and a hydra appeared. His hands went to his axes instinctively, but the move had seemed obviously deliberate.
“Harsh,” Dellrak rumbled into his beard, his hands returning to the gunwales of the small boat, clenching tightly, as if that would save him if it capsized.
***
Longstrider: Speed 35 (593r)
30 goodberries
Round 0
Dellrak blinked in surprise when the broodguard was shoved overboard and a hydra appeared. His hands went to his axes instinctively, but the move had seemed obviously deliberate.
“Harsh,” Dellrak rumbled into his beard, his hands returning to the gunwales of the small boat, clenching tightly, as if that would save him if it capsized.
***
Longstrider: Speed 35 (593r)
30 goodberries
Prickly Pear
Adventurer
Chrysagon was surprised by the cruel treatment of the guard, who must have known what was coming. He prayed that Kelemvor took the guards' soul by the hand and lead it to the proper afterlife.
Chrysagon turned his head and asked Ussal curiously; What is behind that door? It is a strange place for a door with such a beast right outside of it, don't you think?
Chrysagon turned his head and asked Ussal curiously; What is behind that door? It is a strange place for a door with such a beast right outside of it, don't you think?
"That is the sssanctuary of our people, living quarters if you will. Our people are our most prissed possession so it is guarded well. For you...well...entrance means sacrifice. Like that poor guard."
Ussal shrugs. Let them stew on it.
"I hope I didn't put it too strongly, these adventurous humanoids always poke their noses where it is forbidden. But having high-value target is never good with grave robbers. So...living quarters will do. It is true in essence. Not understanding the castes...well, that is their problem."
he thinks rowing on.
Ussal shrugs. Let them stew on it.
"I hope I didn't put it too strongly, these adventurous humanoids always poke their noses where it is forbidden. But having high-value target is never good with grave robbers. So...living quarters will do. It is true in essence. Not understanding the castes...well, that is their problem."
he thinks rowing on.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Eventually the boats pulled up to a rocky beach that rose to a wide archway with flickering light beyond. Two guards stood by the archway - they appeared as muscular humans, but their cross-wrapped arms were coiled serpents.
While the others disembarked and Yassah secured the boats, Yahru walked up between the guards and bowed to the room beyond. He announced the arrivals in a loud voice and beckoned them to advance as the guards stood aside.
In the massive throne room ahead, four pillars supported the a vaulted ceiling, and steps ascended to an iron throne carved in the likeness of a hydra. Painted on the wall behind it was a large blue triangle.
"Sspeak resspectfully." warned Yahru, "You sstand before Ras Nsi, Warlord of Mezro, King of the Yuan-Ti, and Herald of the Apocalypsse."
Seated on the throne (if you could call it seated - his lower half was a serpent whose thick tail coiled about the base of the throne - he was more correctly propped against it) was a powerful-looking but pale man with a bandage wrapped around a scarred face.
"I welcome you to the Fane of the Night Serpent." he said in a deep voice that cracked with age, "Tell me your tale and I will hear it."
While the others disembarked and Yassah secured the boats, Yahru walked up between the guards and bowed to the room beyond. He announced the arrivals in a loud voice and beckoned them to advance as the guards stood aside.
In the massive throne room ahead, four pillars supported the a vaulted ceiling, and steps ascended to an iron throne carved in the likeness of a hydra. Painted on the wall behind it was a large blue triangle.
"Sspeak resspectfully." warned Yahru, "You sstand before Ras Nsi, Warlord of Mezro, King of the Yuan-Ti, and Herald of the Apocalypsse."
Seated on the throne (if you could call it seated - his lower half was a serpent whose thick tail coiled about the base of the throne - he was more correctly propped against it) was a powerful-looking but pale man with a bandage wrapped around a scarred face.
"I welcome you to the Fane of the Night Serpent." he said in a deep voice that cracked with age, "Tell me your tale and I will hear it."
Miss Imogen nods at Yahru's guidance and she prepares to step forward. He bow is held in both hands in front of her, and she kneels before the Yuan-ti, her legs folded together under he skirts.
Her arms are forward as she stretches out, and places the bow on the ground before her. The string is closest to the King as a sign of peace, her legs aren't showing, and she has kept her gaze away from him as she abases herself.
She holds that position for several deep breaths, fully conscious that His Eminence might choose to strike her. This shows her humility, she tells herself.
Her head sown, she addresses him. "My name is Miss Imogen, and I am honoured to present myself and my companions before the Warlord of Mezro, King of the Yuan-Ti, and Herald of the Apolcalypse. Thankful for this audience, we come before you seeking passage in peace.
From the Day we arrived at Port Nyanzaru, we have travelled through the jungles, and the deeper we have travelled for these many weeks, the more we have seen that a sickness wastes the world away. Humans call it the Death Curse, though perhaps you knave a truer name for it. We have seen its impact, and we wish to understand.
Many groups want to know more, and indeed we each represent different interests. But we have been working together because in doing so we are stronger that we would be individually, like sticks held together in a bundle. Different sticks, with different interests, but a common purpose and stronger when together."
She pauses, hoping this is sufficient for the serpent king.
"Your Majestic Eminence has the authority to let us pass. We come to you in need, and you have the ability to replenish our resopurces. And in doing so, you shall mark yourself as one who has made our journey possible, and shall share in our success when it comes."
Her arms are forward as she stretches out, and places the bow on the ground before her. The string is closest to the King as a sign of peace, her legs aren't showing, and she has kept her gaze away from him as she abases herself.
She holds that position for several deep breaths, fully conscious that His Eminence might choose to strike her. This shows her humility, she tells herself.
Her head sown, she addresses him. "My name is Miss Imogen, and I am honoured to present myself and my companions before the Warlord of Mezro, King of the Yuan-Ti, and Herald of the Apolcalypse. Thankful for this audience, we come before you seeking passage in peace.
From the Day we arrived at Port Nyanzaru, we have travelled through the jungles, and the deeper we have travelled for these many weeks, the more we have seen that a sickness wastes the world away. Humans call it the Death Curse, though perhaps you knave a truer name for it. We have seen its impact, and we wish to understand.
Many groups want to know more, and indeed we each represent different interests. But we have been working together because in doing so we are stronger that we would be individually, like sticks held together in a bundle. Different sticks, with different interests, but a common purpose and stronger when together."
She pauses, hoping this is sufficient for the serpent king.
"Your Majestic Eminence has the authority to let us pass. We come to you in need, and you have the ability to replenish our resopurces. And in doing so, you shall mark yourself as one who has made our journey possible, and shall share in our success when it comes."
Ussal enters behind the humanoids and bows properly with his snake body coiling under him and body held low with the head hanging over the coils. He remains in the position only for several seconds. While it was risky, raising himself without permission, it would be worse if the foreign woman got up first. He remains low, however, gauging the reaction before coming up fully.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Ras Nsi glanced at Ussal but said nothing. Though they had rarely interacted, Ras Nsi was aware of the unusual malison and had considered having him brought forth to study his armoured form to see if it could make a difference to his own withering body. He had yet to make his move, busy as he was with squabbles closer to the top of the yuan-ti hierarchy. He saw ambition in the eyes of this underling - a powerful ambition that intimidated him. Perhaps it would be better to be rid of him.
"I know of the Death Curse," Ras Nsi said to Imogen, and he lifted a part of his face-wrap to reveal a sagging, rotting-looking visage. "I have lived many lives before this one. If you intend to end it, I will send Ussal to aid you, and I offer you my protection this night. You will have an escort as you move through Omu to reach your goal. Agreed?"
"I know of the Death Curse," Ras Nsi said to Imogen, and he lifted a part of his face-wrap to reveal a sagging, rotting-looking visage. "I have lived many lives before this one. If you intend to end it, I will send Ussal to aid you, and I offer you my protection this night. You will have an escort as you move through Omu to reach your goal. Agreed?"
Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Myrral remains behind the yuan-ti...Ussal, keeping Miss Imogen and this rotting leader in his sight. For the moment, he is standing, not bowing, waiting for some sign of duplicity.
It is strange that this armored yuan-ti is pushed toward them after the message it sent earlier. Myrral isn't naturally suspicious, but this seems too much of a coincidence and he is afraid they are being set up.
It is strange that this armored yuan-ti is pushed toward them after the message it sent earlier. Myrral isn't naturally suspicious, but this seems too much of a coincidence and he is afraid they are being set up.
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