Who Wants to be a Wayfinder? The New Class

[Primus]

Modrinn shook his head. "I did not see them eating their dead, though they did have whips. I never saw them use them, though."

"We were at the mouth of the cave leading down into the ruin when suddenly I heard a weird rustling noise." Modrinn took the universal tone of a storyteller, attracting the attention of a few individuals nearby. "I turned and THWCK! Irit our guide fell back, a drow boomerang protruding from his chest. We turned to run, firing retaliation, but they came from all around us."

"They burst forth from the bushes astride great scorpions. A flurry of arrows and boomerangs fell around us, one bolt caught me in the shoulder but didn't break my armor." The dromite touched his shoulder, presumably where the arrow had hit. "I couldn't understand what they were yelling in their barbaric language but I figured it wasn't anything that boded well for myself or my teammates."

"I managed to fell one with a psychokinetic blast," the dromite said, motioning dramatically, power crackling down its arms and to its fingers, "But its mount continued the assault without its guide, its poisonous tail catching me a sharp blow."

"I felt the venom in my veins and then the world darkened."

"When I awoke I was at the Jorasco enclave, a wizard in the group having scared off the drow with an illusory dragon and carried me to safety." The dromite nodded annoyedly, clenching his fist. "I was so close," the dromite said angirly.

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

"That certainly IS a good story. Scorpion riders complete with the poison? If that don't beat all! An' you! I wouldn't wanna run down yer...what's you call it? Psychokitetik blaster? Tha's jus' bad business looks like. Not to try an' horn in on yer claim er nuthin', but what direction, gen'rlly, is this ancient ruin? I betcha' if it's on the way to wherever we's going, we might jus' take ya' along. We could be scratchin' each other's backs an' both profitin' by it."

Tel takes another swig of ale.

"Got any other stories? You here for adventurin', an' I'm here in this tavern to hear about some."

 

[Primus]

Modrinn smiled. "Yes, that would be good! If we can travel the same way, I will gladly help with your own expeditions."

Modrinn tapped his jaw considering another story. "Alright. So, the first... GAH!" The dromite seyes went dark. "Trapped! TRAPPED! Crushing! TRAPPED!" the insect-man said, curling into a ball. And then as suddenly as it came on, the mania stopped. Modrinn's eyes were wide with fear.

"S-s-someone... is trapped. Somewhere... I, I, I, don't know...." Modrinn began to breathe hard, struggling to control his shaking limbs.

 

[jkason]

Midian

OOC:[sblock]Midian's got neither of the appropriate Knowledge skills, so I guess he's staying in the dark. He does have Know (Nature), though, so he may or may not recognize some of the plants the hag's hawking: roll 19[/sblock]

Still not quite sure how he feels about those claws, Midian can't help but be intrigued by the plant life the woman's showing off to Vhir. He keeps near the door, but doesn't leave, and lets himself take a look at the more interesting specimens in view.

 

[Shayuri]

Whisper pauses when her robe is caught, and peers at the hag more intently through the slits of her mask.

[sblock]Knowledge: Arcana check 9, http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=166305[/sblock]

She doesn't seem particularly put off by the oddness of the shop witch, though if that's through ignorance or knowledge is difficult to tell. When the witch shifts tactics and starts showing plants, Whisper shrugs and gently pulls free so she can continue her voyage to the shadowy back of the store and get a better look at what waits there.

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

Tel stands up and goes to Modrinn, then adresses the crowd.

"Wh...what's goin' on here? Does anyone know Modrinn? Modrinn, was' wrong? Can someone help? Should I go get help? Who's traped?"

 

[SelcSilverhand]

"Fascinating! The plant must have some sort of chemical as a defense against insects that might feed off it. The elder used to make draughts to serve a similar purpose. A day or so after ingesting it you would sweat the essence of the plant and it would drive off small biting insects for a time." Vhir closely examines the plant, commiting its shape and smell to memory in case he sees it again.
"My friends and I are about to leave on an expedition into the interior. The professor is doing research on curative medicines so we'll be collecting lots of samples there I imagine. A thought just occured to me, would you be interested in an exchange? You must be familiar with many helpful types of plants, but there are always new discoveries to be made. In exchange for teaching me to identify the local plants and what helpful uses they have, I will try to bring back any plants that are uncommon or unusual. Though I am under obligation to give the professor anything one-of-a-kind, there will be many samples of which she has no use. "

 

[Primus]

A couple of men cast worried glances at the dromite, before returning to their drinks. In Stormreach it didn't pay to inquire after the problems of others.

The dromite shook his head. "I, I, do not know," he said, his wide shock-filled eyes staring up at Tel in confusion. "I, I suddenly got a flash of sensation, a flash of thought. There's someone... someone nearby," he stammered, looking around suddenly, "They're trapped. Unable to move. In darkness.... Crushing weight...."

Modrinn stood to his booted feet, "We have to do something, we have to help them!"

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The old hag grinned a wide toothy horrible grin and nodded her head. "That sounds like an amenable and possibly profitable trade, young one!" The woman looked around the shop for a moment. "If you come here tonight, at midnight when Zarantyr just begins to rise, I will show you my own private specimens and teach you some of my herb lore."

Suddenly, the hag caught sight of Whisper moving to the back of the room. She was as quick as a shadow, sliding passed shelves and standing besides the glass case, motioning to it grandiosely. "Ah, I see you are interested in some of my more exotic items."

The hag openned the case and pulled out a small box, just big enough to fit in the palm of a mortal hand. "This may catch your interest, then, lady of masks and cloaks."

"An ancient puzzle box of unknown origin. No magicks at my disposal can parse its purpose, nor the method to open it. Perhaps you can discover its hidden secrets."

 

[jkason]

Midian

The old hag grinned a wide toothy horrible grin and nodded her head. "That sounds like an amenable and possibly profitable trade, young one!" The woman looked around the shop for a moment. "If you come here tonight, at midnight when Zarantyr just begins to rise, I will show you my own private specimens and teach you some of my herb lore."

"Are there a lot of night blooming herbs in the area, then?" Midian asks, curious despite his distrust. Plants, after all, are supposed to be something he knows about. He wonders how many new species he might encounter on this trip, and wonders too if it might not be a good idea to get an idea of some more of them before heading out.

 

[Primus]

The hag grinned at Vhir, even as one eye remained trained on Whisper, watching her calculatingly. "Yes, master seer. Many of the most potent plants bloom only when the Healing Moon is in high ascension. But tonight, with Zarantyr, bright Zarantyr, illuminating our work, I shall teach you the herb lore I have gleaned from this strange land."