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5E (IC) Rise of the Dracolich

gargoyleking

Explorer
Mord took one glance at Sesto prancing around in glee at the creation of a few zombies, Mord smirked. He quickly schooled his features though, and continued about his business as usual. Mord was far more utilitarian in his command of the undead, focussing purely on necessity and the occasional utility of the creatures.

Now, as they came upon the sick man, he left the two skeletons behind to guard the passageway as they pondered the situation. "Let us move on, I see no use in worrying about this one."
 

Ancalagon

Dusty Dragon
"He may carry some plague... or raise the alarm". He tossed the man one of his rations - sometimes a touch of compassion could reap rewards, and he didn't felt inclined to kill him.
 

Prickly Pear

Explorer

FitzTheRuke

Adventurer
The man look dubiously at Kalorn's ration - strange southern food, used as he was to fish and seal fats, but he understood the offer to be a friendly one. He cooperated as Sesto got him to sit up, and the cleric looked him over. He had an infection from a small wound that had been rubbed in a fish-fat salve. Whether the salve was helping, or had caused the infection in the first place, was hard for Sesto to tell, but the cleric knew methods to treat the wound that he felt would better serve.
 

Prickly Pear

Explorer
Sesto treated the man as best as he could under the current circumstances, cleansed the wound and then dressed it with a strip of material.
Who are you, he asked the sick man, how did you get this wound? And why, by the mercy of Lathander, why are you down here???
 

FitzTheRuke

Adventurer
Loklafd translated to Ulik for Sesto, and the man replied in that language, "I am Mend-nets, I was scratched by a razor-fish while fishing for fatfish. While recovering, I got the fever, so they put me down here with the evil monsters to keep the village safe. It is standard practice. Though, I think if I were not sick, then the trolls would have eaten me. Who are you, and why do you travel the ice caves? I think I heard you fighting the trolls. Are you enemies to those monsters?"
 

gargoyleking

Explorer
Mord shrugged as Sesto went to the man. He hadn't really expected any different and now looked around the rest of the chamber, had this been the trolls lair? Perhaps they had squirreled away something of value?
 

Ancalagon

Dusty Dragon
Kalorn's brows furrowed. It would be hard to hide the trolls' fate. Better admit it and put a spin on it.

"The trolls were put down with fire and blade. They will trouble you no further. We are not here for the Trolls - we seek someone, and will gladly negotiate with anyone to reach our goals. But those who oppose us... " He tapped his hilt meaningfully.
 

FitzTheRuke

Adventurer
Mend-nets nodded respectfully to Kalorn and thanked Sesto for his care. The cleric was sure that the ice-hunter would now recover from his afliction, but it would take time. Before laying back down, he said, "I have no love for the monsters. Living so close to a dragon once had its uses, but no longer. Chief is pressed to make poorer and poorer rulings to stop us from being punished. You do what you must."

He then collapsed in a fit of coughing and shivering. Sesto tucked skin blankets around him and the group made to continue on.

Mord had been checking the chamber. Aside from the rope-and-pulley chute that the villagers used to bring things up and down from the town hall, and the most basic things that their quarantined man would need to survive (not enough to actuslly survive in Mord's estimation) there was nothing intetesting. The trolls must lair elsewhere.

The group continued down the circular tunnel until they came to a wide side-tunnel guarded by two ice Toads holding rudimentary polearms. The toads had been sitting with their bellies on the ground and looked like very large white-blue toads, but as the group approached they stood and brandished their weapons, and they wore a kind of armour that protected their front.

They croaked in unison and Lorenn's spell told him that they said, "Back away, strangers! You are not welcome here."
 

gargoyleking

Explorer
Mord stepped to the front as they approached the toads and raised his empty hands in a sign of peaceful intent. Then he glanced meaningfully at Loklafd before speaking, himself unable to discern let alone speak their language at this time.

"We mean you no harm now nor in the future. Our mission lies with a wizard who has been captured and the corpse dragon which rules here. Should we succeed, your tribe will be free of the dragon's influence. We ask only a place to rest a short time in safety. Please, allow us to meet with your queen."

OOC: Persuasion:: 1d20+4 19
 
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Ancalagon

Dusty Dragon
Kalorn stood beside Mord, willing to let him speak, looking... not menacing, but competent.

He was slightly distracted however. He had sent Sooty in the back, to make sure they weren't being followed.
 

Fradak

Explorer
Talking frogs... Now that's something...

"Someone remembers the name of the other frog you guys met?"


 

FitzTheRuke

Adventurer
The guards hesitated, unsure what to do, but then the toad that Imani's agents had met before came from behind them and said, (in the Ice-Hunter tongue, translated by Loklafd), "Our Queen, Marfaulb, will see you."

The guards parted, though they seemed displeased, and the group was led into a rough-walled chamber. About a dozen ice-toads with thick, mottled white hides were at work, scribing strange writings into the ice of the walls, or onto weathered parchment and stone tablets. A few toads transfered parchments and tablets into and out of floor-to-ceiling cubbyholes cut into the ice along the entire southern wall.

Six ice-toads stood guards like the ones at the entrance, watching the newcomers as they were led through the work-chamber to another tunnel at the back. The tunnel slid treacherously downward into a chamber that seemed to be a perfect home for the ice-toads, but was miserable and freezing to the newcomers.

A very large and majestic-looking ice-toad sat amongst a strange and curious collection of belongings, such as walrus-tooth wart scrapers, spears fashioned from narwhal horn, oddly shaped furniture sculpted into the icy floor instead of rising above it, writing implements carved from baleen and shaped for a webbed hand, and art objects that combine carved whalebone, driftwood, and mundane items such as silverware and glass stoppers salvaged from shipwrecks.

She sat silently and keen-eyed as she waited for Imani's Agents to make the first move.
 

gargoyleking

Explorer
Mord smiled as their guide returned to bring them forth once more. He gave a small bow to the toads before leading the procession to the queens chamber. As they moved, he spoke quietly with Loklafd, searching for any information the man might know about 'toad' etiquette. It wouldn't do to offend the toads with a wrong word or action.

As they entered the chamber, Mord bowed low to the queen, flourishing his hand as much as seemed adequate(and politic) as he did.

"Your majesty, (or whatever title he had been instructed to use), we appreciate your generosity in allowing us an audience."

OOC: Not sure uf any skills apply or are needed. I'll just toss out a basic charisma check and let you apply any modifiers if they apply. Charisma: 1d20+4 17
 

Prickly Pear

Explorer
Sesto followed the others to the Queen Marfaulb after having left Mend-Nets with a promise to return and check up on him.
Sesto was quite impressed by the toads laborious note taking and wall scribbles. He glanced over the wall and thought he might see something interesting.
Sesto showed the Queen respect with a low bow. He stayed back listening as formalities were exchanged. He carefully watched the toads expression looking for any hidden or unspoken intention. Eventually, Sesto leaned over to Loklafd: Do you know what her role is here, nodding towards the Queen, or perhaps you could ask her?
 

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