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Post by DM Bob on Feb 26, 2021 10:12:28 GMT -12
Coden is currently in Balic conversing with his templar frenemy.
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Abez is content with your answer and begins moving to resupply the water tuns aboard the Gambit. The giants are cracking huge weird rocks, shells? There's something fleshy inside one of them as they tear out those bits and place them inside large shallow bowls. They make trips between this prep to one of the main caves.
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You manage to eventually find the druid... who is in conversation with Sacamec, the halfling sun cleric. The wee halfling man stands over a prone form... a pale woman with pure white hair. The two seem to be debating in a friendly matter, decisions being made or the like.
Seeing you, they smile grimly and regard the party. Berg nods and Sacamec addresses you.
"I found her in the desert this morning. The Sun called me. I saw the spots. Connected the dots. Brought her here, ah-ha!"
[Enter Pallia - Jesse's PC. She may resume consciousness as soon as Jesse returns.]
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Post by Attilius on Feb 26, 2021 10:25:17 GMT -12
The giants are cracking huge weird rocks, shells? There's something fleshy inside one of them as they tear out those bits and place them inside large shallow bowls. They make trips between this prep to one of the main caves. HurK inquisitively asks what they are and if he can look at one before they rip it out of it's shell "Where did you find these?"You manage to eventually find the druid... who is in conversation with Sacamec, the halfling sun cleric. The wee halfling man stands over a prone form... a pale woman with pure white hair. The two seem to be debating in a friendly matter, decisions being made or the like. Seeing you, they smile grimly and regard the party. Berg nods and Sacamec addresses you. "I found her in the desert this morning. The Sun called me. I saw the spots. Connected the dots. Brought her here, ah-ha!" HurK jokes as he nods to the pale woman |
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Post by DM Bob on Feb 26, 2021 11:09:16 GMT -12
"BERG CALLS THEM CONA-SHELL-AE. SOMETIMES FIND WITH TOES." They aren't much bigger than a double man's fist - they seem to have found dozens somewhere. Sharp shells by the look of it.
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He stares at you and hard blinks a few times. Then it looks like the question sinks in. "Ah! No, no. Nothing of the sort! I do believe, not quite certain, that this woman also communes as I do!" He gestures to the sky - cloudless today, the sun still medium low over the silt to the east. "She should be fine soon, a bit without the, ah, er, water! Yes, yes. The water. I, too, had problems with this a young shaman of the sky fire! Bask in the rays; forget to drink. You know, you know. Anyways, we fixed her up. We think."
Berg laughs.
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Post by Attilius on Feb 26, 2021 11:39:14 GMT -12
"Good good, though I can't imagine anyone "FORGETTING" to drink water... in the desert!"
HurK turns to the druid "Master Berg', we gather that there may be an underwater source here on the island that connects with the salt water lake under South Ledo. With your blessing we'd like to investigate and maybe find an alternate route to the cistern there?" he asks respectfully.
"OH! Also we tracked the Psurlon meeting area across the silt sea to the east, past the ragged mountains of the ancient bird race. That OR 'The land of the rising Sun' ring any bells for you?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2021 13:01:20 GMT -12
"Sunrise sea. Old name for the silt sea. That the Psurlon use this name is... unsettling."
Mak nods to Sacamec and Berg, uncomfortable with not knowing how best to greet each of them based on their faith and status, then recalling that these aren't concerns for most peoples in these lands. "Thank you for sharing this island with us yet again. It is a peaceful place."
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Post by DM Bob on Feb 26, 2021 15:24:09 GMT -12
"I have never been to the other side of the Silt Sea. Some psions may have done so... or at least have seen it. Odd you should mention peace. Much of the earth here has been sustained in blood and violence." He turns from Mak and regards Hurk.
"There is no path through the water table here... well, no path with air to breathe. There is a smaller underground source in the silt runner caves, but our spirits are independent of the dwarf town. No, the dwarves' source is something *different*."
He pauses briefly. Berg almost seems reluctant to speak further.
"There is a link there a bridge to the inner planes themselves. I would beware the waters under the earth. No good comes from poking about there. I have communed with it in the past, years upon years ago. Even with my skill? I barely left alive. One doesn't poke a bloodfly nest lest one wishes to get bit, eh? Take the girl with you when you leave and after she comes to. We have enough to care for here."
His speech is disjointed. The goat herd druid is apparently not used to prolonged conversation and might be trying to hide something. You don't feel he's being dishonest though.
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Post by Coden Rokos (Jesse H.) on Feb 26, 2021 20:26:14 GMT -12
The woman's eyes flutter open. Her coloration is, indeed, very unlike the people of the city-states, or the countryside, or indeed anyone at all; it is most reminiscent of a statue carved of chalk or marble. Her flesh is completely white, so much so that it is almost reflective in the sun, though a strange, shadowy pall seems to linger over her even when she is not under cover. Her hair, too, is stark white, like fresh cotton. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, though in the sunlight they have a reddish tint behind the irises. She experimentally opens her lips, which are cracked with dehydration, and then says something in a very soft voice. She tries to clear her throat but there is only the rasp of sand.
(I leave it up to you all to decide if you have ever met or heard of an albino.)
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Post by Attilius on Feb 27, 2021 0:29:45 GMT -12
The half giant frowns at the situation as he mutters something to himself. He immediately takes a knee by the womans side giving her shade with his bulk while unhooking his large water skin from his belt.
He holds the opening to her face at an angle so that she can easily drink from it and not have it rush all out at once.
"Here, drink some fresh water. Not too fast..."
After she's had her fill he'll help her up if needed then put back his waterskin
"Now, what were you trying to say?"
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Feb 27, 2021 1:52:20 GMT -12
"I've only seen one chalk elf before, he was vicious" Victory states, giving the newcomer a sidelong glance as he strides straight over to Berg'Mench "What is it that you're not saying old man? What do you not want us to know about the salt water underground?"
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Post by DM Bob on Feb 27, 2021 3:25:48 GMT -12
Berg responds to the mul as Pallia drinks. Sighing he states, "I simply believe Mimyr Vtan wants to be left alone. She is not very happy with our kind and bears very valid grudges upon our ancestors for the destruction they leveled upon the waters of our world. If anything, great age has only made her less agreeable." He shudders slightly. "I only awoke her once during a time of great need, during my times of wandering. If I could take it back, I would. The sacrifice made was one I regret to this day." Berg's brow furrows in sad thought.
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Feb 27, 2021 4:58:34 GMT -12
"Would we not honor our ancestors if we were to seek her out and ask what we could do to rectify their folly?"
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Post by DM Bob on Feb 27, 2021 5:02:25 GMT -12
"The road to the Grey is paved with good intentions, they say." Berg comments. Sacamec laughs. "I like that. Gonna steal that."
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Post by Coden Rokos (Jesse H.) on Feb 27, 2021 6:28:03 GMT -12
The pale woman drinks slowly and carefully and then hands the waterskin back.
"Thank you. I seem to have been unfortunate in becoming... lost in the reverie of the potent sun out in the desert."
She sits up, also slowly and cautiously, and gently brushes a bit of sand from her cloak. "Might I know my rescuers and your intentions for me?"
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Post by DM Bob on Feb 27, 2021 6:50:19 GMT -12
An odd, darkly sunburnt halfling bounces in answer. He stands next to an older human that smells of goat. The others, Hurk and definitely Victory the mul stand nearby, decked in Balician garb.
"I believe the Crimson Light has brought me... to you!" He stares at the sun and looks back to Pallia. "Yes. The visions and portents I called upon yesterday... they led me to your crumpled form... so I brought you here. Tis rare that another of our devotion meet. I am Sacamec. And these are my friends." He gestures about.
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Post by Coden Rokos (Jesse H.) on Feb 27, 2021 7:21:17 GMT -12
The woman tries again. "My name is Pallia. What is yours?"
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