D&D 5E [IC] Uller's Out of the Abyss

[JustinCase]

Erevan grimaces. "We should get some provisions and a way to the surface. Not to mention we should hurry before the drow manage to find us."

The elf turns to Shuushar. "Do you know who might help us?"

 

[DMAesh]

Ez looks at Erevan, "Well, our original plan was to take Drum home, and perhaps his people can show us the way up. To do that, we need to make it across Darklake, if I recall correctly."

Looking from the elf to Surana, "Has that changed?"

 

[JustinCase]

"I know," Erevan sighs. "I just wish to leave this accursed place - no offense," nodding to Shuushar, "but this twisted, lightless world is dangerous and it's driving me mad. The sooner we feel the warmth of the sun on our skins, the better."

Another sigh follows, longer, deeper. "Apologies. I know we decided upon a course, and we'll not change it now. I can wait a bit longer. As long as we make it in the end, safely."

 

[DMAesh]

Ezraen smiles sadly, "Trust me, I know."

The paladin looks visibly shaken at Erevan's comment about the warmth of the sun, but the pain in his eyes gets replaced with determination quickly, "We'll get there, 'Van. I will do everything in my power to bring us back to the surface."

 

[SunGold]

After making sure Derendil is alright, Surana dresses her wounds in silence. She listens to the elves' conversation as she does so, though. As their hesitation about Neverlight Grove comes up, she considers the vision Drum accidentally shared moments earlier, of mindless slaves with Sarith's plague. Would they still go if they knew?

Pausing to take in the strange obsidian shores, she maintains her silence. No point in worrying over tomorrow's battles when today's haven't even begun. With a city of mad, violent fish-men between them and Neverlight Grove, she had a more immediate danger to prepare for. She returns to taking care of her wounds.

 

[Uller]

Shuushar points out "They are generally willing to trade in exchange for passage on the lake. They will even give you a boat and a navigator. No one can navigate it better. They would surely rather trade than fight a well armed group." He pauses. "My people are not renowned for their courage."

Sartith adds "We could trade them the gnomes."

Shuushar continues obviously not understanding if Sarith was joking or not "I used to be on good terms with Ploopploopeen, the High Priest of Blibdoolvploop, the Sea Mother. I could speak to him for you if we can find him. We Kuo-toa are isolated from the great oceans. We must make sacrifices to her to maintain our connection to our lost home. Everything they do is about that. I left because I found I could renew my connection through contemplation in the darkness of the lake. Of course...then the drow found me."

 

[DMAesh]

Ezraen shoots a sharp look at Sarith, "Not funny."

 

[SunGold]

"How much coin do they expect for something like that, Shuushar?"

 

[JustinCase]

"Or we could trade you, Sarith. I imagine lots of people down here would love to get their hands on a drow," Erevan says with a sad little smile.

 

[DMAesh]

Ezraen sighs, almost looking defeated, "We do have some trade-ables from that priestess' shrine."