Folding into New Kurn for a breather...

[DM Bob]

Enemy's Slumber, 11th of Fortuary, Late Evening

Ral: Currently in the sky

Current Location: New Kurn from the Buried City

Dimensions fold, separate & recoalesce.

Luckily you have not aged yet due to the nature of this travel. You find yourself outside once more in New Kurn's civic plaza. The tall mushroom-like aarakocra perches flank the more traditional buildings and the comforting mountains silently nestle you in the dark. Some light is had, mainly from blessings of Oronis in the shape of perpetual light. There is still noticeable damage to the buildings from the worm attack you recently thwarted... and even now, this late, work is being done to level the earth and patch needed faults.

Akos awaits, flanked by a half dozen templars - some of a higher rank than you'd expect. These are the men and women that really make the city state function. As you reorient, you also notice Gruv the Librarian walking the courtyard with an assistant carrying a small stack of books. If you had to guess, these are Myron's Journals. They have the right look to them.

It's amazing how quiet everyone is this evening: tense; tired.

[AthasianLaborer]

On seeing Gruv and the journals, 'Muiko starts rubbing his hands together and takes a step forward.  "My book!" 'Muiko whisper-shouts in the direction of Skrye while gesturing at the books.

[Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37)]

Is overwhelmed and somewhat confused, sniffing the air and ground and in the direction of the new people and mushrooms and night time and ohthankgoditsnotacryptanymore

[Attilius]

Attilius stretches about, relieved as well not to be in a cramped confined space. He adjusts his blackened blast-patch cuirass as he gives the 'higher rank' templars an intense look over.

[DM Bob]

Roll a save vs poison at -2, Markus.

[DM Bob]

So... that black ichor that got coughed up on you and your armor?

Your hands burn at the mere contact of the sticky stuff, which itches and scathes like a thousand blood flies upon your flesh. Luckily, you don't die. Twenty hit points of damage though as your arms erupt in raised, puss-y hives.

[Attilius]

The giant screams as he drops his shield to the deck. He immediately gets out his remaining water skins and hoses off his arm that's burning.

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

"Crap! Poison!" says Coden tersely, a little surprised that the half-giant doesn't have the ability to neutralize the poison in his own system.

[DM Bob]

"Huh. Look at that." States Akos. "Good thing you took my advice." He nods to Henth, a half elven templaress that's currently in charge of sanitation & waste management.

The short haired brunette calls upon your benefactor and the burning stops. The hives remain for now. She then says in a voice reminiscent of Joey Lauren Adams' (Chasing Amy), kinda sultry but in a helium type tone, "I suggest you scour your gear and toss the sand afterwards... wear gloves and then burn the gloves, 'kay, Goliath?"

Within ten minutes of various other orisons, everyone is back to full health.

[Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37)]

Before any healing is applied, the halfling has to sniff the hand casting on him like a wary dog

[DM Bob]

Smells like neep root, bitter almond and klar vomit.

[Attilius]

Jun 3, 2024 14:16:53 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

"Huh. Look at that." States Akos. "Good thing you took my advice." He nods to Henth, a half elven templaress that's currently in charge of sanitation & waste management.

The short haired brunette calls upon your benefactor and the burning stops. The hives remain for now. She then says in a voice reminiscent of Joey Lauren Adams' (Chasing Amy), kinda sultry but in a helium type tone, "I suggest you scour your gear and toss the sand afterwards... wear gloves and then burn the gloves, 'kay, Goliath?"

Within ten minutes of various other orisons, everyone is back to full health.

he nods to her instruction "AYE, My thanks templar.

[DM Bob]

"Just keep your mitts clean. Alright," She looks to Akos, "dismissed?"

Akos nods back and the others head back to their respective abodes for the night.

Gruv then makes way to Quila and 'Muiko.

"I read these tomes carefully and quite frankly, I made sure that Akos and Oronis himself knew the level of threat that these two brothers pose. He (Oronis) said he was aware in part, but trusted you to take care of it. He told me that many, many entropic forces await patiently for the walls to thin here on Athas. I fear he did not go into much detail, but I thought that was a strange sentiment. While Oronis is hard to read sometimes and somewhat introverted, it is rare he's this damned cryptic."

Akos nods in agreement.

"I know that he believes there to be parallels between the attack on the Messenger, this incursion of strange worms and our recent visitors. I do not know where his research has led him."

The psion then turns to Coden.

"I also do not know why it was important for your friend Hurk to leave with the strangers from the west. All I do know is that he was treated cordially; yet without an option to refuse. I sincerely wonder how this all connects." His brow furrows.

[Niachi]

Akos said:

"I also do not know why it was important for your friend Hurk to leave with the strangers from the west. All I do know is that he was treated cordially; yet without an option to refuse. I sincerely wonder how this all connects."

Niachi Stonerider scratches Kaw-Rawk behind its horns as the familiar koos and stretches its wings in the open air. He replies to the Brown Elf:

"A Geas, or some not-so-gentle mental nudging you might employ in service of Kurn....Emissaries from another realm just breeze in for yet another afternoon parley with one of the most reclusive rulers I have heard of, and just fly off with by all accounts, a champion of Kurn. These exotic fliers have been to Balic. Who or what did they take with them? From Raam? From Nibenay? They are harvesting our cities  of talent and excuse my tired tongue but a big stabbing NO to these silver-tounged Ebers who try me or any of these seasoned Plane-walker professionals off on their fancy fucking birds. What does this twin-staff fellow call himself and his people?"

He stifles a yawn.

"We need rest before we return to finish our business. Much to ponder..."

[Attilius]

Carefully, as if attempting to pick up a piece of molten rock, Attilius cautiously picks up his shield and asks the Brown Elf:
"Dominus, our foes are many from hundreds of crawling undead hands to worms that burrow into your skin to at least THREE LARGE lightning bolt casting dark blue & black snake bodied pretty boy heads that spit this!" He points to the black poison on his shield and cuirass.
"Might dare be some enspelled fruits and undead or snake killin' magical weapons we's can buy before we go back? We have much metal..." he throws a thumb over his shoulder towards his massive pack.