All along the kreentower

[DM Bob]

The rest of the thri-kreen clutch doesn't seem to need the rest.

They don't sleep ya know.

The lightning strikes in the distance, but more to the north and west, just before the distant low peaks on the horizon.

In Kreen the once wounded leader speaks to Chat'cho: "This place makes us nervous. Where are you from? Is the hunting good there?"

[Attilius]

Dec 28, 2023 6:45:30 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

The lightning strikes in the distance, but more to the north and west, just before the distant low peaks on the horizon.

The once wounded leader speaks to Chat'cho: "Tik tac chik kik crack. Chik kik clack chik chik clak. Tik'rik chicky chack crack."

Attilius keeps his attention on the distant light show to see if he can make any details out during the odd colored electricity strikes...

[DM Bob]

Whoa there. No need to be species-ist, Markus.

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[Thri-Kreen] "Once, my home was called Spilling-Sands. However, one called Oronis came and converted it into a green land. My pack left, but I could not. Staying there long will result in chitin rot, but it is a place of plenty, and I can cure the disease should it emerge. You will not go hungry there, I assure you."

[DM Bob]

"Green land from sand? The memories echo of such wonders. We must see this."

The others nod enthusiastically as lightning strikes once again in the distance.

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She knits her fingers, swaying back and forth gently.

[Thri-Kreen] "I can open a portal to take us all there at any time you wish."

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye looks at the distance - "Nothing good comes from a lightning like that, but I'm not sure about it.." - talking to everyone, then turning to Chat'cho - "I'd also love to see your lands, a portent that signs the power of the earth to bring life in the right conditions" - in a kind and honest tone of voice

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She sways back and forth quietly, clicking her mandibles.

"That's sweet oxh you. I think only Ande has cared to see bexhore."

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Looking at her - "Thank you, I didn't know anyone of you besides Quila before Enemy's Slumber, 1st of Fortuary*, but I don't regret been introduced to the party" - kindly smiling to the best of her ability

[OOC: *Portents of flame thread]

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Reaching down, Chat'cho gently pats the teeny Tari's head in what she hopes is an endearing manner. Her pheromones make it obvious that interest in her Guarded Lands touches her deeply--at least, to the other Thri-Kreeen present.

"Strange dates..."

[AthasianLaborer]

'Muiko stands there near Quila, taking in the scene and thinking to himself "Why am I not surprised, that bird has a thing for the bugs!"

[DM Bob]

The new kreen friends are very keen on visiting elsewhere. The young one who speaks common, Kri-kcht's son, asks Chat'cho the following (but in Kreen, with a cocked head).

"My Pa spoke of weird travel like this, like going somewhere else where the hunt was shorter than here. Would there be risks or foes to assume in doing so?"

[DM Bob]

Fast forward a bit (feel free to add in any small talk for RP purposes)...

There's a bit of a rumbling, small worms are noticed poking little worm heads out of wee worm holes. Some dust and dirt rolls in the dark distance. The pack of kreen shake Chat's upper arm and ask her to travel from this place...

And dimensions fold once more (no aging). It is dark and you stand where Chat's land crosses New Kurn's, the torn earth from the earlier attack seen in the distance as well as the city lights. There may be more explaining needed to be done at some point, but for now you are safe and at home. Perhaps the next morning you will be able to begin on the next leg of your quest.

We can also start the next day if you so wish with a general agreement.

[Attilius]

Evening activity: Attilius asks for some healing (23) before he does maintenance on his armor where the large worm bit through his manica.

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"There are risks, yes, *ut they are quite low considering I know the *lace well."

She takes pains to ensure that the rest of the group and the visitors are comfortable, but the fact remains that it is open wilderness. Her personal quarters, tunneled into the side of one of the hills that used to be a dune, are perhaps large enough to accommodate everyone, if they don't mind being jammed together like sardines.