D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen is looking to Qawasha, and to Weed. For whatever reason, she thinks back to the day they hired this pair as their guides. What had made them stand out? She remembers there was a dwarf, and a proud woman who would have been insufferable. And there was another pai, a human and a halfling perhaps. Though it seems so far back, and she now thought of Qawasha as a companion and not as an employee. And weed felt almost like family to her.

How many days had these two been with them now? And how many times had they faced death?

"Was this the journey you bargained for?" she asks, stroking the vegepygmy's head as she looks at Qawasha. Have we paid you any gold yet? We must owe you..." and she trails off, as she sits.

She has nothing to say to the old Tabaxi, she realizes, though she does ask if Bag-of Nails has seen or heard of Artus Ciomber and his companion.

OOC: Seriously, how much do we owe Qawasha and Weed at this point, 5gp/day?

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Settled in the tower to pass the worst of the heat of the afternoon, the Sticks were spread out over various levels.

Miss Imogen, Weed, and Qawasha were in quiet conversation:

Qawasha shook his head and shrugged, "We can figure that out when the time comes. We have nowhere to spend it now."

Weed squeaked and held up three fingers, he then patted them on his other palm (it looked like a leaf) five times, then made a large gesture with both hands. Miss Imogen had been with him long enough now that she understood him to mean one-hundred and fifty gold coins. She was shocked to find that it had only been thirty days since they had left Port Nyanzaru.

Harb was questioning the old tabaxi (translated back-and-forth by Myrral:

"Hoo, yes. Furless newcomers, smell like death. They beat a small group of snake-tongues who guarded the way and moved into the city. They took the old fort, but the snake-tongues came back with more and showed them how to fight. Not many left now, I think. I can show you to the old fort, if you like. You can see for yourself. Ahoo."

Harb had the impression that this tabaxi might be a very skilled hunter, but his mind was not all there.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen listens to Qawasha, and when he indicates the money can be worked out, she says, "You are a wonderful guide, but a terrible business person," and she gives him a hug. It is a sincere, tight hug, and for a moment she feels his warmth.

As she releases him, Weed makes it clear that someone is keepig a careful count, and Miss Imogen laughs. "150 gold? Good. We will remain aware of what we owe you. You know we wouldn't be here..." -- her hands wave about, indicating the hidden city in the jungle where death seems to lurk around every corner -- "...without you." And she laughs again.

 

[gargoyleking]

Harb listened intently, even as he studied the older tabaxi for symptoms of ailments, either of the body or of the mind. He nodded as the information was translated back for him.

"And have you seen any strange symbols about these people?"

As he spoke he took some chalk and did his best to draw recreate some of the symbols that they had seen in their journey especially any that had relevance to the death curse. Though always with a flaw of some sort. It was frowned upon in many cultures he'd experienced to fully depict some symbols especually if they had negative connotations.

Spoiler: ooc

History: 1d20+2 13 seemed the best check to make
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[KahlessNestor]

Omu
Afternoon
Round 0

Dellrak looked like he was sleeping, but he was clearly listening as he mumbled from his beard, “Not many of who left? The snake tongues or the furless newcomers?” the dwarf asked. “And how many?”

Spoiler: Dellrak Actions

Save:
Move:
Free Object Interaction:
Action:
Attack 1:
Attack 2:
Bonus Action: Planar Warrior (first attack that hits)
Reaction: Opportunity Attack
Conditions:
Concentration:
Inspiration:

Spoiler: Mini Stats

Dellrak Character Sheet
Initiative: +1
Perception: +4
Speed: 25
AC: 15
HP: 49/49 HD: 1/5d10+3
Bolts: 18
Bolts used:

Detect Portal (1/R): Within 1 mile
Planar Warrior: As a bonus action, choose one creature you can see within 30 feet of you. The next time you hit that creature on this turn with a weapon attack, all damage dealt by the attack becomes force damage, and the creature takes an extra 1d8 force damage from the attack. When you reach 11th level in this class, the extra damage increases to 2d8.
Primeval Awareness (action and spell slot): For one minute per level of spell slot, detect within 1 mile (6 in favored terrain) aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. This feature doesn’t reveal the creatures’ location or number.

Spells
1) 4/4 Protection from Evil/Good (Horizon Walker), Jump, Goodberry, Longstrider
2) 2/2 Misty Step (Horizon Walker, BA), Healing Spirit

Kasqa: 17/17 HD 3/3
Move:
Action:

Spoiler: Party

Miss Imogen - female samurai, party member, Zhentarim
Chrysagon - male aasimar paladin, Order of the Gauntlet, Kelemvor
Harb - male human monk
Myrral - Tabaxi bard?
Qawasha (NPC) - Chultan druid
Kupalue (Weed, NPC) - vegepygmy
Hu’plo (NPC) Chultan
Kasqa (NPC) - Chultan warrior

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Myrral translated the answer, "Not many newcomers. There are many more snake-tongues - they infest the old palace behind the ring-wall. They fought a big fight, and the survivors went their separate ways. Hahoo! Go see for yourself."

When Harb finished his symbol-drawing, The old cat-folk squinted at them and shook his head, "There are many, many carvings in this place. I take no notice of them. Maybe yes, maybe no."

 

[Prickly Pear]

The heat was bothering Chrysagon and he was glad to be out off the sun under cover in the tower. The air was still stifling but it was bearable. He listened idly to the conversations around him while he grabbed a snack from his pack.
When Harb asked the old tabaxi about pattern, Chrysagon remembered the small stone cube with the snake pattern. Ah..., he thought, the old tabaxi maybe have seen these cubes around. He rummaged in his pack but struggle to find it. Hey, he shouted to the others, I've seem to have lost the snake cube. Has anyone seen where I dropped it?

 

[Kobold Stew]

"You gave one to Harb," Miss Imogen reminds Chrysagon. "And Weed, do you still have the little one?"She reaches down and ruffles the foliage on his head.

OOC: cf. IC 2016.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Of the three cubes that the Sticks had found in the Shrine of Moa, only the one that Weed had discovered could now be found among their belongings. The other two had simply vanished.

"Ahoo... a lot of things come and go here in Omu. Tricks there are, tricks aplenty! Ahaa!" commented Bag-of-Nails on their confusion, "Do not trust your eyes, ears, nose, or tail! Everything lies. Old Omu fell from Ubtao's grace and turned to lying tricksters - false Gods, like your snake, there. Ooohooo."

The last was a prolonged mournful howl. The catfolk's other sounds were like barking laughter. Both were unnerving noises.

 

[Prickly Pear]

Chrysagon shook his head. I rather liked that cube, he said. The snake pattern was certainly peculiar. He turned to the old cat and asked So you're saying that the cube could have been an illusion? It felt pretty solid to me...
Chrysagon walked over to Weed and examined his cube closely, and then handed it back. This one is definitely solid.