The Hunt for the Blue Palace (Yoon Suin/Troika!)

[Ancalagon]

As the porter hesitated, his friend cleaved in half a spider that actually managed to push into the room (14 dmg sheeesh).

Heartened, he dove in the fight.

pinpehlu second go at the stair spiders: 2D6+7 = [6, 5]+7 = 18
1D6 = [2] = 2
2D6+7 = [5, 3]+7 = 15
1D6 = [5] = 5
2D6+7 = [4, 5]+7 = 16
1D6 = [1] = 1


It did not go well, although he did manage to gouge one injured by Frog Froth, finishing it off. You take 4 damage for your troubles.

Spider death count: 8

There was another lull in the fight, as the spider-beings started hauling off more corpses from the stairwell. Whooooooopppp calls started ringing out. Were they retreating?

What does the party do?

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"They may be satisfied to eat their own," said Dubi Gan grimly, while clutching his injury. It wasn't as bad as he thought it was.

 

[wingilbear]

Is there another means of escape? Are they covering the front door while they try to come in through the top? Tell us what you can see through the arrow slits.

 

[Ancalagon]

One of the elders whispered "They are going down the walls!"

Retreating in the same "corner lines", the ophilones pulled back, carrying their dead with them. Was it to bury them? Eat them? Nobody knew. After a few minutes the swarm had moved south and out of view. Everyone kept silent, looking out the arrow slits. No noise came from above. No rearguards or scouts could be seen.

What do you do?

 

[wingilbear]

Thank you for your assistance, may the sacred bull protect you. Tell us about yourselves. Do you live in this... tower?

 

[Ancalagon]

The elder replied " We are from the Oligarchy of Silash Vo. We were expelled by the inhabitants - we were too repulsive, and too weak to make slaves. We tried to find refuge in the Yellow City but found no peace there either. 3 years ago we fled here, and made a house here. We have stayed hidden - away from the brigand, the spiders, the monsters. Food is scarce, some of us have died of illness. But at least we aren't persecuted.

I thought you had brought doom upon us all. Instead the spiders will fear this tower now, so thank you. How can we repay you? We have so little..."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"Knowledge of the area is the main thing we value, and I expect you can spare some of that..." suggested Dubi Gan.

 

[wingilbear]

We specifically seek information on blue buildings, for an eccentric employer.

 

[Ancalagon]

The Tamasic men look at each other, confused and a bit ashamed.

After asking for a few more details, the elder responds:

"We... we were told to seek a building that matches that description. It was said to be near the edge of the city. But we encountered hostile dwarves and they chased us off. We got lost... my brother stepped into a trap and died of his wounds. We found this tower and took refuge. We... don't really know where we are... "

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Dubi Gan had been inclined to kindness toward these unfortunates, but now he knew why they were known as failures. Still, he told them, "We need no reward from you, then. Our finding refuge here from the spider-folk was reward enough. We will continue our search."

 

[wingilbear]

Who told you to search for that building? Do you require any further assistance around here?

 

[Ancalagon]

The elder answered again
"We had heard rumors that there would be refuge in this Blue Palace, just at the edge where the Old City starts. But we got lost, and don't even know how to return... where are we, how far are we from the Yellow City?"

"As far as help... If we had a place to go, I would beg you to guide us there... but there is no where for us. So... Food? Weapons? medicine? "

 

[wingilbear]

I am willing to give them some of my rations, would someone please tell them where they are?

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Dubi Gan sighed and found a place to draw his map, informing the tamasic men where they were, and asking where they expected the Blue Palace to be. He knew that this knowledge was dubious at best, for they would have likely found the palace if it had been where they thought it was.

 

[JustinCase]

Pinpehlu, glad the fight was over, nevertheless feels uneasy because of the tamasic people.

”Who were... who are you? What are your names?”

 

[Ancalagon]

The elder answered pinpehlu's questions.

"I am Bishal. The two with the spears are Lok and Sarbodaya. This is my wife Namarata, and our grand-daughter Tsamchoe."

Others shared their names as well. They accepted whatever food you had to give. The elder said "Thank you again. I wish we had something to trade. I know there is a camp of hunters nearby, I believe they sometimes trade with men of the Yellow City. They must have something of value. We do not"

He then looked at the map drawn in the dirt on the floor.

"I see. I hadn't realized we were so close to Lahag!

I'm not sure where the Blue Palace is, actually, we never found it. But I can show you where it should have been, if the rumors were true..."

"That fort in the middle, that must be the hunters' camp. They are no friends of ours, but they have left us alone, I think they know about this place. The palace was supposed to be close to the edge of the Yellow City. - so it will be either north, or south, of this spot, where you encountered the Vinegaroon monster. I wish I could be more precise as to where it was, but you may be able to focus your search better..."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"You have been most helpful." said Dubi Gan trying not to sound surprised, "Perhaps before we go, we can share a meal."

Dubi Gan took out his bag, and had himself one of his mother's sandwiches, offering another to the elder.

 

[wingilbear]

Perfect

 

[JustinCase]

"Pinpehlu," the porter introduces himself simply, still wary but grateful for the information the tamasic men have provided. He gathers up his stuff, but not before taking some of his own food and sharing it.

OOC: Eating a provision, and sharing one with the tamasic men. Provisions: 2/6 That improves my stamina by 5: Pinpehlu regains stamina from provision: 1D6 = [5] = 5 Stamina: 11+5 = 16/18

 

[Ancalagon]

"You have been most helpful." said Dubi Gan trying not to sound surprised, "Perhaps before we go, we can share a meal."

Dubi Gan took out his bag, and had himself one of his mother's sandwiches, offering another to the elder.

OOC: Please roll for stamina (you can have one or even 2 rations if you like)

The elder bites in the sandwich and then looks at you in surprise "I haven't had one of these in decades!" He waves over the youngest one over and gives them a piece "See these are made in the northern Sughd style, it's where grandpa comes from!"

Where will you head next?