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Sorry I might’ve missed it. What were you looking for with your knowledge check?
To see if the bard might know something about the ruins.
Normally, I'd guess Knowledge History. But I don't know.
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To see if the bard might know something about the ruins.
Normally, I'd guess Knowledge History. But I don't know.
@Lucius Cypher speaking of... Did the bards knowledge check (19) result in anything?
@Riaxh@Lucius Cypher
Lilt's claws began to dig into the stone. From the sounds of these stilt walkers, they were all suspicious of her. She couldn't fault them of that. But she did not enjoy the risks implied by their words. She could easily lose her life on a whim if they were to jump at a shadow, or there was something she had no knowledge of. Her head began to shift slowly along the stone, letting her eyes search for an exit to dart through if things turned south for her.
This however was stopped once she heard the creaking of stone and scales. Her head snapped back to attention to the large dragon born. Instinctively she began to slowly shrink back as he approached. Her stomach rising off the ground while her body lifted it's self just slightly on all four claws like a cornered animal.
When the dragonborn spoke, she was certainly taken off guard. Her head recoiled in surprise, and lifted gently off the ground. The trembling creature quickly took to the dragonborn's amicable approach. It also certainly helped that Raugar was a creature of draconic descent. Lilt slowly lifted herself into a sitting position with her knees to her chest, and tail wrapped around her feet. With her chin resting on her knees, she stared off to nothing really. She had calmed a bit, at least. But not entirely.
While she processed the questions carefully, she gave a brief nod to confirm her compliance.
"You ask the shakened so much? I'll answer what I can now. Just please... do not harbor ill will," Lilt rumbled quietly in draconic. She removed her hurdy gurdy from her belt and stretched a single leg, then brought the instrument into her lap. She contemplated playing... but she'd rather not anger the slumbering man with the really big sword. Instead, she leaned back against the wall and stretched a claw out to wave it over the stone earth.
A mere second later, a minor illusion was conjured of a blue dragon standing regally at the summit of a mountain at the heart of a storm. The vision was small, but the surrounding objects in the scene was enough to give scale to the massive creature.
"I serve Stormurrfadir. The father of storms," The kobold's chin dipped back onto her knee as the image dissolved. She was already spinning up a new one. Her claws flexing, and sculpting shapes. "I am a herald and his entertainer. I sing. I dance. I collect news, rumors, stories, and legends. And tell them on the mountain. My purpose here is clear enough... find a story worthy of an epic... or a tragedy I suppose... and entertain my charge. I desire to do this... and go home. Away from... this nightmare."
Finally her claws began a puppeteering dance, showing a small scene of a group of kobolds setting up an entrenched camp inside a ruined hovel. Some figures disappeared from sight, or were frozen.
The image of some kobolds were broken or still. Reasonable as she had little memory of what happened to these individuals. She was among the group, dressed in a cloth armor suitable for her role. The terror was quick to come. Those setting up the perimeter barked an alarm before hungry jaws tore their scales. The kobolds scrambled to formation, but many were picked off too quickly. They fought like in a phalanx formation but the damage to their numbers were too severe. The desperate order of a scatter was given, and what were left darted off in every which direction. Many weren't fast enough. The panicked image of Lilt endured a test of her resolve - she packed mud into the wound of an unconscious and grievously injured kobold. And dragged the dead weight off with more of the attackers hot on her heels.
Lilt seemed entirely numb as she re-watched her own memory. She let the illusion fade, and turned back to the one towering over her. "I can not account for all of my companions' fates. I assume dead. If not... they will be soon. If not soon, then tomorrow. Then certain the day after. I am sure you can guess, dragonborn. Guess right and you win a pumpkin..." The trembling creature gave a faint and grim smile. The grisly humor gave her a brief moment of respite. "The poor wretch of a newt that was with me now sleeps in the earth. Just in the halls beyond this door. The damnable mud-lurkers... took a bite out of his neck and wouldn't allow him the benefit of a chance."
Finally she pulled her leg back in, holding her instrument close to herself. She scanned her mind carefully, to recall the sights she had seen... and the stories she may have collected on her arduous journey. She lifted her head up eventually to look to the larger reptilian. "Your last answer will be given regardless. But before I answer, will you make a promise? If I join your journey, and assuming I make it out alive, will you take me home? I may not be the first whelp you'd want fighting with you, but I have enough tricks to carry my weight......... in the metaphorical sense."
Lilt
Lilt's claws began to dig into the stone. From the sounds of these stilt walkers, they were all suspicious of her. She couldn't fault them of that. But she did not enjoy the risks implied by their words. She could easily lose her life on a whim if they were to jump at a shadow, or there was something she had no knowledge of. Her head began to shift slowly along the stone, letting her eyes search for an exit to dart through if things turned south for her.
This however was stopped once she heard the creaking of stone and scales. Her head snapped back to attention to the large dragon born. Instinctively she began to slowly shrink back as he approached. Her stomach rising off the ground while her body lifted it's self just slightly on all four claws like a cornered animal.
When the dragonborn spoke, she was certainly taken off guard. Her head recoiled in surprise, and lifted gently off the ground. The trembling creature quickly took to the dragonborn's amicable approach. It also certainly helped that Raugar was a creature of draconic descent. Lilt slowly lifted herself into a sitting position with her knees to her chest, and tail wrapped around her feet. With her chin resting on her knees, she stared off to nothing really. She had calmed a bit, at least. But not entirely.
While she processed the questions carefully, she gave a brief nod to confirm her compliance.
"You ask the shakened so much? I'll answer what I can now. Just please... do not harbor ill will," Lilt rumbled quietly in draconic. She removed her hurdy gurdy from her belt and stretched a single leg, then brought the instrument into her lap. She contemplated playing... but she'd rather not anger the slumbering man with the really big sword. Instead, she leaned back against the wall and stretched a claw out to wave it over the stone earth.
A mere second later, a minor illusion was conjured of a blue dragon standing regally at the summit of a mountain at the heart of a storm. The vision was small, but the surrounding objects in the scene was enough to give scale to the massive creature.
"I serve Stormurrfadir. The father of storms," The kobold's chin dipped back onto her knee as the image dissolved. She was already spinning up a new one. Her claws flexing, and sculpting shapes. "I am a herald and his entertainer. I sing. I dance. I collect news, rumors, stories, and legends. And tell them on the mountain. My purpose here is clear enough... find a story worthy of an epic... or a tragedy I suppose... and entertain my charge. I desire to do this... and go home. Away from... this nightmare."
Finally her claws began a puppeteering dance, showing a small scene of a group of kobolds setting up an entrenched camp inside a ruined hovel. Some figures disappeared from sight, or were frozen.
The image of some kobolds were broken or still. Reasonable as she had little memory of what happened to these individuals. She was among the group, dressed in a cloth armor suitable for her role. The terror was quick to come. Those setting up the perimeter barked an alarm before hungry jaws tore their scales. The kobolds scrambled to formation, but many were picked off too quickly. They fought like in a phalanx formation but the damage to their numbers were too severe. The desperate order of a scatter was given, and what were left darted off in every which direction. Many weren't fast enough. The panicked image of Lilt endured a test of her resolve - she packed mud into the wound of an unconscious and grievously injured kobold. And dragged the dead weight off with more of the attackers hot on her heels.
Lilt seemed entirely numb as she re-watched her own memory. She let the illusion fade, and turned back to the one towering over her. "I can not account for all of my companions' fates. I assume dead. If not... they will be soon. If not soon, then tomorrow. Then certain the day after. I am sure you can guess, dragonborn. Guess right and you win a pumpkin..." The trembling creature gave a faint and grim smile. The grisly humor gave her a brief moment of respite. "The poor wretch of a newt that was with me now sleeps in the earth. Just in the halls beyond this door. The damnable mud-lurkers... took a bite out of his neck and wouldn't allow him the benefit of a chance."
Finally she pulled her leg back in, holding her instrument close to herself. She scanned her mind carefully, to recall the sights she had seen... and the stories she may have collected on her arduous journey. She lifted her head up eventually to look to the larger reptilian. "Your last answer will be given regardless. But before I answer, will you make a promise? If I join your journey, and assuming I make it out alive, will you take me home? I may not be the first whelp you'd want fighting with you, but I have enough tricks to carry my weight......... in the metaphorical sense."
@Riaxh
What say you regarding our new arrival, paladin?
Im guessing its going to be.... "FOLLOWER OF TIAMAT!" and then smite evil. Then again
Theres nothing saying the kobold follows tiamat. And the Dragonborn isn't devout to Bahamut.
@Searat
After feeling the kiss of cold rotting wood to her back, the kobold quickly spun around and leapt for the handle. Her claws secured a firm hold, but the talons of her feet could do little more than gouge at the wood as she tried to pull it open. But after a few seconds in vain, she hung limply from the handle. Her toes a mere inch from the ground.
Then came the quite frightening demand. The already terrified Kobold, was quite quick to follow the orders. She kicked off the door and fell to the ground on her belly in a heap. The trembling wretch still held onto her weapons, but her claws were stretched out in front of herself. It is as they say, a cornered animal is not to keen on giving up on fighting if they feel that is their only out.
As she spoke, a feminine bite can be heard over the reptilian like sounds of her voice. While it is typically difficult for non-draconic races to identify whether the creatures are male or female by appearance alone... this was certainly enough to give an accurate guess.
"No kill! No kill! No kill, please," Lilt shrieked out in a hiss. The ease those words were pronounced suggested the Kobold was quite fluent in common. But with the hysteria she was in, her grasp on the language happily through its self through the window and careening down the cliffside. While it hurt what little pride she had left... she certainly wasn't too keen on rolling over and dying just yet. Especially after nearly losing her life just last night! And so she continued prattling on. "Kobold alive alone! Kobold sssswear!"
After feeling the kiss of cold rotting wood to her back, the kobold quickly spun around and leapt for the handle. Her claws secured a firm hold, but the talons of her feet could do little more than gouge at the wood as she tried to pull it open. But after a few seconds in vain, she hung limply from the handle. Her toes a mere inch from the ground.
Then came the quite frightening demand. The already terrified Kobold, was quite quick to follow the orders. She kicked off the door and fell to the ground on her belly in a heap. The trembling wretch still held onto her weapons, but her claws were stretched out in front of herself. It is as they say, a cornered animal is not to keen on giving up on fighting if they feel that is their only out.
As she spoke, a feminine bite can be heard over the reptilian like sounds of her voice. While it is typically difficult for non-draconic races to identify whether the creatures are male or female by appearance alone... this was certainly enough to give an accurate guess.
"No kill! No kill! No kill, please," Lilt shrieked out in a hiss. The ease those words were pronounced suggested the Kobold was quite fluent in common. But with the hysteria she was in, her grasp on the language happily through its self through the window and careening down the cliffside. While it hurt what little pride she had left... she certainly wasn't too keen on rolling over and dying just yet. Especially after nearly losing her life just last night! And so she continued prattling on. "Kobold alive alone! Kobold sssswear!"
We are out of combat so I suppose we need to address the new PC encountering us and hopefully not cause a ruckus in the church, lest we gain the ire of that dark wraith.
Well! As long as no one tries to kill the kobold, he won't have a bone to pick with us~
And I actually went with the kobold for a number of reasons that makes this a little easier story wise. And added a bit of advantages for the group to have around.
1. A lone kobold doesn't last long. So while there will be trust issues. It's far more likely to accept the aid of a race it generally wouldn't like, if it means it can make it home alive. Which historically kobolds tend to quickly accept those who aid them.
2. It's a small creature with dark vision. Which makes it perfect for crawling through rubble to search for goodies. Or crawl through tunnels. Or chunking up to a high place so it can tie a rope to something secure and toss it down.
@rush99999
Oh yeah..... Angus would probably know the new PC else is there with them somewhere. I mean, lilt drug a dying kin through the halls. So there's probably blood smeared in several places. Or tomato sauce.
Also, anyone thought of rekindling the brazier on the alter
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@Lucius Cypher
Good to know. Expect a post shortly.
@Searat
You might want to edit out that part about Roy saying Angus is missing. I'm pretty sure he'd be back before the morning.
Derp... Guess I gotta edit my post too.
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