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Post by DM Bob on Apr 18, 2024 15:07:45 GMT -12
"Bone paint? That'll be the elves from the wastes that raid the bandit towns west of here."
He looks older as he scratches his head.
"I gotta visit a few friends of mine and mount a bit of an expedition then."
He shoulders his pack and starts to set himself to leave.
"I can't pay yeh at the moment, but if you talk to Kinnan Azeth in Kurn, he can make good for you. These folks are from there. Stick with them and you should be golden... assumin' they get through this place. Loaded with pitfalls and spooks. I know you're solid with the latter and scoutin'."
Thessik turns to the rest of the party.
"I can't be bringing strangers where I be going (and that includes you, Umbris). Founders bless."
The dwur turns to leave.
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Post by Attilius on Apr 18, 2024 15:30:29 GMT -12
The giant nods a goodbye then turns to watch the litte man shifting in place.
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Post by Niachi on Apr 18, 2024 15:52:51 GMT -12
'Miuko said:
Common: "Negative. He learned to never ask a Dwur their Focus."
As the Wizard Lock is ended and the newcomer banters with Thessik he does a theatrical double-take at the halfling's hair almost matching his own. When the small one finishes his reply:
"Elves in bone masks? Name them Silt Stalkers and we welcome anyone survived their savagery. They lack a bit of jan'voh -finesse- and that will be their undoing. Some reptilian thing killed one of them, leaving bipedal tracks... I am Niachi and we are the Flame-Touched. Founders Bless, Mr. Thessik."
He spins his dragon's paw.
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Apr 18, 2024 17:50:20 GMT -12
'Muiko clears a path to allow for the comings and goings.
"Breathe easy and safe traveling fellow Azeth contractor! Know that I bear you no grudge for what you must do, I come from simple herders and would never stand in the way of anyone seeking their vengeance on raiders." he says as Thessik exits.
[Elven: "Ask him if he's got any dried jerky! Saca-Mec always has the best dried jerky!"] Yvera's voice is muffled through 'Muiko's tattered robes but heard briefly as 'Muiko opens his own mouth to speak to Umbris.
'Muiko claps his arm to his oddly lumpy torso before smiling warmly without showing teeth [Halfling: "'Thessik says that your name is Umbris and you're good with spooks and scouting? I am Phwig, a historian and unprecedented Master of the Way, it is a pleasure to meet you."]
I imagine that while fluent, it is quite obvious that 'Muiko was taught Halfling by Saca-Mec (it is recognizable as being from the far southeastern most reaches of the Forest Ridge for those who would be aware).
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 19, 2024 1:59:07 GMT -12
Thessik adds one more bit as he walks away.
"They ain't really a tribe in the traditional sense. They're all elves that their tribes kicked out and banished. The reason they wear the paint? They're considered dead by their once brothers and sisters. The dwur fortress of K'nath Sulad to the west of here oft gets raided by 'em. Pays a tribute when it gets too bloody. If you want to give me a hand after whatever mess you be righting, look for me at the oasis of Foul Puddle. Azeth knows where it lies."
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Post by Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP] on Apr 19, 2024 3:10:31 GMT -12
- A ratkin, size of a human young teenager or well-formed dwarf, looks at the Thessik - "Well met in your return to where you go, pray to the earth you step into, and hopefully our paths may cross again in the future" - gesturing what could it be a smile, only to look at the newcomer - "Welcome Umbris" - looking with curiosity to the beard shape of his - "I never met one of your race with such unusual facial hair shape, to be honest, I never met one of your people with beard at all" - speaks the one with a sight glint in her brown coloured fur
[OOC: AC 3, 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(5/5), 2ndLvl(5/5), 3rdLvl(4/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]
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Post by Niachi on Apr 19, 2024 4:31:51 GMT -12
Thessik adds one more bit as he walks away. "They ain't really a tribe in the traditional sense. They're all elves that their tribes kicked out and banished. The reason they wear the paint? They're considered dead by their once brothers and sisters. The dwur fortress of K'nath Sulad to the west of here oft gets raided by 'em. Pays a tribute when it gets too bloody. If you want to give me a hand after whatever mess you be righting, look for me at the oasis of Foul Puddle. Azeth knows where it lies." “Oh. Them. If one wants to play dead or play with the dead, I know a Necromancer who might help them along. Posers.” |
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 19, 2024 4:45:58 GMT -12
He was looking back and forth between all the tall'uns, watching them jibber and jabber curiously. With the mention of pay from his old boss, he nods, knowing he'll probably forget to pick it up.
Notes Natchis name, Looks over the half giants equipment, curiously sniffs the talking shirt of the elf, then nods to the ratfolk. Grinning widely and showing off his own sharpened teeth, he chuckle-growls, turning first to the elf
[Halfling: "You speak well, long legs. Yes, this one is Umbris. I wouldnt go so far as to say im good at spooks and scouts, but Im decent enough to slip a dagger into a kidney when needs must. A joyous pleasure to meet you Phiwg! Why does your shirt speak? Is there a spirit trapped within?]
He then turns to the Ratkin, pulling a small bone comb from his pouch to brush through his mustache and mutton shops
[Common] "My people knew me as the half-halfling, on account o' me never knowing my Pa and me Ma having a thing for the more stout dwur folk. No clue if true, but I wouldnt call it too outlandish. Either that or I ate way too much meat growing up."
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Apr 19, 2024 5:50:36 GMT -12
'Muiko smells heavily of burnt cotton, chalk, greasepaint and jankx musk.
A grimace briefly flashes across his face at the sight of Umbris' teeth. 'Muiko tucks his chin and whispers into his chest [ToM Elven: "Calm yourself else you may become the morsel! He shows bare teeth with no meal present!"] He raises his head and keeps his gaze on Umbris. [Halfling: "The voice you hear? Just a figment of my Will given autonomy, nothing for you to be concerned about"]
'Muiko produces a small bit of orange root and offers it to Umbris. [Halfling: "Chew, do not swallow, this will civilize your smile friend"]
'Muiko gives Umbris a wide, toothy smile showing teeth stained blue-green with stringy bits of chewed root clinging between.
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Post by Attilius on Apr 19, 2024 6:04:26 GMT -12
'Muiko produces a small bit of orange root and offers it to Umbris. [Halfling: "Blah blah blippy blah bop blah blah."]The Murmillo elbows the Centurion and whispers "Muiko's got snacks!" |
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 19, 2024 6:32:48 GMT -12
'Muiko smells heavily of burnt cotton, chalk, greasepaint and jankx musk. A grimace briefly flashes across his face at the sight of Umbris' teeth. 'Muiko tucks his chin and whispers into his chest [ToM Elven: "Cal m yourself else you may become the morsel! He shows bare teeth with no meal present!"] He raises his head and keeps his gaze on Umbris. [Halfling: "The voice you hear? Just a figment of my Will given autonomy, nothing for you to be concerned about"]
'Muiko produces a small bit of orange root and offers it to Umbris. [Halfling: "Chew, do not swallow, this will civilize your smile friend"]'Muiko gives Umbris a wide, toothy smile showing teeth stained blue-green with stringy bits of chewed root clinging between. |
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Post by Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP] on Apr 19, 2024 7:17:27 GMT -12
- "Interesting to met a half-halfling? If a halfling is uncommon, you are really an exception, as easy to remember as I may too. Did you say your parents are halfling and dwarf? Or did I misunderstand?" - looking at him - "Also be aware of the traps, these are not tasty if triggered.." - making some kind of reference to the well-known dietary preferences of the halflings
[OOC: AC 3, 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(5/5), 2ndLvl(5/5), 3rdLvl(4/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]
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Post by DM Bob on Apr 19, 2024 11:55:50 GMT -12
Quila realizes there is little to no threat with this newcomer and continues to use her third eye to scout ahead. Beyond the hall of niches & corpses, behind the stone door with cryptic runes (that did not detect as a trap) is 15' x 35'chamber containing eight stone plinths. Upon each, a misshapen skeletal corpse lies. Each body holds a corroded sword of an antique style and wears stiff once white linens. The swords look to be bronze or some sort of alloy and each body wears a wrought symbol of Mak Thuum Ngatha upon their neck. They seem to be the same metal as the swords. The skulls don't look to be human exactly, just shaped a bit different and maybe thicker?
To the east wall and towards the southern end of the room a hole is seen 4 feet off the ground. A lever is located about a foot in. This detects as a trap. Mechanical.
A door is seen to the direct south wall, also stone. This detects as a trap, magical in nature.
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Post by Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37) on Apr 20, 2024 13:48:55 GMT -12
- "Interesting to met a half-halfling? If a halfling is uncommon, you are really an exception, as easy to remember as I may too. Did you say your parents are halfling and dwarf? Or did I misunderstand?" - looking at him - "Also be aware of the traps, these are not tasty if triggered.." - making some kind of reference to the well-known dietary preferences of the halflings [OOC: AC 3, 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(5/5), 2ndLvl(5/5), 3rdLvl(4/4), 4thLvl(3/3)] |
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Post by Attilius on Apr 20, 2024 14:34:50 GMT -12
Knowing the psionic scouting will take some time, the giant sets down his pack and shield and walks over to the statues. He looks for the two largest intact pieces and hefts each one on to his shoulders. He then begins doing walking lunges, pacing the length of the room, back, and forth. "Never skip leg day..." he quietly grunts.
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