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Post by DM Bob on Dec 22, 2023 7:43:01 GMT -12
Just prior to your friend's arrival...
You are close enough to the tower to spit and hit it.
No falsehoods are detected as the common speaker replies, "We care little for their namme, but they wear paint the color of your inside-chitin on their 'lesh. Our clutch once ranged 'ar to the south. I am a son of Kri-kcht, the keeper of acid claws and killer of mmegapedes, once stolen by spiders of dreamms. Our leader,"
He motions to the wounded kreen.
"...is from Urik, and is clutchmmates with mmy father's old clutch. My 'ather told us that the hunting was strong here be'ore he passed."
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Dec 23, 2023 7:34:10 GMT -12
"Ah, elves painted like ghosts or undead you say, that does ring a bell. Your father sounds impressive, you must have good tales to spin about him and his clutch. Hold for just a minute or two and let me take care of business."
Quila is presumably still feeling watched, and so the next actions are based on that assumption.
To stash the book and hopefully cause some 'amusement' the other way around, Quila does the following:
- cast Pass Without Trace upon herself (to both get ride of the Footsteps of the Quarry spell effect and to make it so that she leaves no traces otherwise
- cast Obscurement so that an area of 80 feet by 80 feet and 10 feet high becomes misty around the tower
- she then makes a quick to-and-fro to the tower, making sure to walk randomly and criss-cross around, so that even when someone would use detect magic to be able to see her footsteps for a short while, they would have a hard time knowing what exactly she did and where she went for
- during this prancing around, she will quickly excavate some sand nearby the tower, put the book in the sand and cover it up again. She will use her knowledge of the sandy wastes to make it look natural
Quila will return out of the mist to the kreen.
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Post by DM Bob on Dec 23, 2023 14:50:45 GMT -12
She still feels watched, seems ever present lately.
With that task done the kreen again ask for assistance.
And at that point, your friends fold in. Carry on.
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Dec 24, 2023 12:09:01 GMT -12
The dimensional folding causes the kreen to start. Immediately taking the defensive, they relax slightly when Chat'cho walks through. The one who spoke to Quila in the trade tongue belts out in kreen, "Who are you? So many surprises today." He then turns to Quila and quietly speaks in common, "Is this a 'riend?" Seeing the whole party appear through a fold, Quila assumes the worst. She scans their faces looking for any sign as to what befell her beloved New Kurn, the Library and her friend Gruv, and all those books and priceless historical artifacts. She feels weak in her knees in a way wild kreen and poisonous scorpions never could cause. Catching herself before she mentally falls away into a bad place, she blurts "What happened? Tell me tactically smart as we are under observation by our venerable friend, the one with a lot of mileage to his bones and the outlandish sense of humor. Is our city safe?" Seeing reassuring nods or answers, she collects herself some more, and seeing Chat'cho wiggle her kreen carapace and antennae in a way she hasn't experience before she gives the kreen attention again. "Yes. I am sorry. These are friends, they are, in a sense, my clutchmates. They were worried for my safety, most likely alarmed by the combat in which I found myself in when I first showed up."
Facing the party, Quila says "Group, these are the son of Kri-kcht, the keeper of acid claws and killer of mmegapedes, once stolen by spiders of dreamms. Over here is the clutch leader, who is from Urik, and is clutchmmates with his," Quila pointing back to the son of Kri-kcht, "father's old clutch. They came here because Kri-kcht said there was good hunting here before he passed. They have recently gotten some bad luck and had run-ins with elven tribes who paint themselves like ghosts or skeletons. Just before you all arrived they asked me to escort them from this place." |
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Post by DM Bob on Dec 24, 2023 16:20:44 GMT -12
The kreen relax at your familiarity.
And yes, they share the same racial stock of Chat, causing some pheromones to be released in both camps.
The Son of Kri-kcht states, "Let us leave this place. Too mmany threats here."
The wounded clutch leader nods in agreement after it is repeated in kreen by one of the other clutchmates.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2023 17:22:59 GMT -12
Chat'cho hasn't seen any other Thri-Kreen outside of the Empire since her clutch departed when her Guarded Lands became green, so she displays a rather intense interest in these individuals.
She leans forward and knits her arms, her curiosity made obvious by her antennae.
[Thri-Kreen] "I have much healing magic. I can patch up any injuries right here, and even fortify the area by magic to make it safe if you wish to stay here."
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Post by Attilius on Dec 25, 2023 7:29:33 GMT -12
Attilius takes up overwatch while the bugs clickity-clack away
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Post by DM Bob on Dec 25, 2023 10:40:29 GMT -12
The older wounded kreen speaks in their tongue.
"A bit more healing would be much appreciated, you know how our bodies heal slower than the pinkies. I fear the hunt here and nearby is... tainted, cursed? I feel more like our clutch is the hunted. Yes. That is the feeling."
The others nod in agreement, just as a flash of reddish orange lightning strikes in the distance, the only other illumination other than the solitary moon this evening.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2023 10:43:09 GMT -12
Chat'cho will cast three Orisons on the packleader, healing him for 27 points--or until he's back to full, whichever comes first. She settles down next to him, placing her many hands over every wound she can find.
[Thri-Kreen] "Be still. I have much magic that can make life difficult for attackers. I will cast it in your defense if I must."
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Post by Attilius on Dec 25, 2023 10:44:51 GMT -12
a flash of reddish orange lightning strikes in the distance, the only other illumination other than the solitary moon this evening. The gladiator drops into a defensive posture, shield up in anticipation of some firey defiler magic about to impact him or the team. |
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Dec 25, 2023 10:48:28 GMT -12
“So is anyone gonna bother to fill me in as to what happened?” Quila rolls her eyes.
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Dec 25, 2023 10:58:46 GMT -12
'Muiko gets as close as he can to Quila and whispers [Elven: "You left, I went out to the courtyard, worms died, Chat'cho said you were in danger and we came here"]
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Dec 25, 2023 11:24:07 GMT -12
Quila keeps looking ahead as if nothing happens. Then she pings ‘Muiko <‘thanks for filling me in friend. Is the city ok? And the Library? And Gruv?’>
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Dec 25, 2023 12:16:41 GMT -12
'Muiko responds internally <"It will be, it needs swept, I didn't see where he went once I noticed entry to the courtyard ">
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Post by DM Bob on Dec 25, 2023 12:36:19 GMT -12
After all of the orisons the clutch leader looks to be in near mint condition.
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