Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
"Look! A dragon!" The 'pixie' yells, trying unsuccessfully to get Renard to move his aim off of him.
Ptolus- Palace of the Silver Princess (Campy)
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CanadienneBacon
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Renard falls for it and lowers the tip of his notches arrow a hair to be able to look up at the sky. "Dragon? Where? I'd heard rumors--oh, you little!" Belatedly realizing the prank and his folly, Renard lowers the bow all the way. "Are we supposed to shoot you or talk to you? Do you know? It would be much easier if you could just tell us. I'm all for shooting, but if talking's what's in order, then I defer to Carl. He talks a lot and is quite good at it." Renard winks at Carl.
Mista Collins
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Seeing Thym take the lead on the talking at the moment, Carl pulls out his lute and strums it lightly to give the conversation a little more atmosphere.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
The creature flies away from Renard's aim, but stops in mid-flight as Thym's words seem to hurt his small head. "What in the Nine Hells' are you talking..."
Carl begins to play a tune which soothes the hot headed conversation. The pixie half-fiend smirks, then lands on the ground in the middle of the party. "Alright, then. You chaps seem decent enough, so I'll flap my gums. So my former meal ticket here believed that the aura behind me was made from elements of chaos. Now, not just your run of the mill chaos, mind you, but instead..." He pauses for dramatic emphasis and takes out a rolled cigar from a small satchel before widening his eyes and spreads his arms before saying, "Chaos from a place not of this world!"
He looks around and sees that you're not impressed. With a sigh, he flutters upwards and lands on Samuel's shoulder before lighting his cigar with his fingertip. "Ok, fine. I'll get to the point, and I know you lads know most of what I'm going to be saying but bare with me, since the details are important to what I got figured out. So there are planes outside that of your world, places like Sigil and Oerth, and many others. However, they might as well not exist as nothing can leave your world. Absolutely nothing. Sure angels and demons and planar visitors, such as myself, can get in but then they are trapped. It's like a prison, which is why you have so many outsiders living openly in Ptolus. So anyways, what happens when something from the planes of chaos puts a tiptoe into your world? Well, it gets sucked in! All such an entity or random force can do is move forward, so either it seeps on through or is simply stuck. So now something entered or is entering Haven, and it's probably strong in order to be able to cover an entire castle with this killing field made of its essence. And it's probably the thing changing the creatures inside into twisted and stronger versions of themselves, such as the kobolds I had briefly seen that seemed made partially of shadows. And most likely, this entity is angry because now it's trapped. Now normally banishing an outside force is the easiest solution, but you boys are gonna have your work cut out for you. Your world is a trap... there is no banishing or ejecting from it! So I figure you gotta either find a way to destroy it... not likely... or destroy its source, which would greatly weaken it and throw it out of Haven. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about as I've sat here awhile on a dead man's boot."
Carl begins to play a tune which soothes the hot headed conversation. The pixie half-fiend smirks, then lands on the ground in the middle of the party. "Alright, then. You chaps seem decent enough, so I'll flap my gums. So my former meal ticket here believed that the aura behind me was made from elements of chaos. Now, not just your run of the mill chaos, mind you, but instead..." He pauses for dramatic emphasis and takes out a rolled cigar from a small satchel before widening his eyes and spreads his arms before saying, "Chaos from a place not of this world!"
He looks around and sees that you're not impressed. With a sigh, he flutters upwards and lands on Samuel's shoulder before lighting his cigar with his fingertip. "Ok, fine. I'll get to the point, and I know you lads know most of what I'm going to be saying but bare with me, since the details are important to what I got figured out. So there are planes outside that of your world, places like Sigil and Oerth, and many others. However, they might as well not exist as nothing can leave your world. Absolutely nothing. Sure angels and demons and planar visitors, such as myself, can get in but then they are trapped. It's like a prison, which is why you have so many outsiders living openly in Ptolus. So anyways, what happens when something from the planes of chaos puts a tiptoe into your world? Well, it gets sucked in! All such an entity or random force can do is move forward, so either it seeps on through or is simply stuck. So now something entered or is entering Haven, and it's probably strong in order to be able to cover an entire castle with this killing field made of its essence. And it's probably the thing changing the creatures inside into twisted and stronger versions of themselves, such as the kobolds I had briefly seen that seemed made partially of shadows. And most likely, this entity is angry because now it's trapped. Now normally banishing an outside force is the easiest solution, but you boys are gonna have your work cut out for you. Your world is a trap... there is no banishing or ejecting from it! So I figure you gotta either find a way to destroy it... not likely... or destroy its source, which would greatly weaken it and throw it out of Haven. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about as I've sat here awhile on a dead man's boot."
Brother Allard
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Not following this bit at all, Guy arches an eyebrow and nods sagely.
"I see," he says, stroking his chin and hoping that one of his associates understood what the damnable fairy was going on about.
"Chaos. Very interesting."
"I see," he says, stroking his chin and hoping that one of his associates understood what the damnable fairy was going on about.
"Chaos. Very interesting."
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Renard, who previously had lowered his aim to the ground when first confuddled by whether or not a Dragon was lurking, leans on his bow as a walking stick and licks his muzzle. "A source, eh? Is he or she a source we can trust? Ptolus's got all kinds of informants running about, but not all of 'em are trustworthy. And worse," Renard straightens and frowns, "if you use a bad source, you run the risk of getting jailed for bad journalistic integrity. Suffice to say," purrs Renard, "I'm not so sure I want to be trotting along after just any old source. Just where is this source, anyway?"
Erekose13
Explorer
"Life is a river and each of our myriad destinies a tributary which itself creates tributaries, which in turn create tributaries. That is the nature of Chaos, forever creative, forever fecund, forever unchecked, the romance of entropy." muses Thym. Shaking his head he returns to his questions. "Do you suspect, oh cogitous one, that this entity and the dragon might be linked? Are the orcs and other foul creatures that plague this land mearly coinsidence or not?"
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
"Oh, the orcs make sense," Thorg responds, finally happy to hear a word he understands. "This place has pie. Orcs like pie."
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
The pixie blinks in puzzlement before shrugging. "You gents are something else. Petey the Pixie is my name. Well, lead the way... I'm curious to see what happens to the pack of you."
He points towards the entrance to the palace. The portcullis, a gate made of heavy bars is raised. Entry into the palace seems clear. It's about 30 feet across with doors on either side twenty feet past the portcullis.
He points towards the entrance to the palace. The portcullis, a gate made of heavy bars is raised. Entry into the palace seems clear. It's about 30 feet across with doors on either side twenty feet past the portcullis.
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