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Post by Darvan Marnos on Oct 20, 2015 21:17:58 GMT -8
Sense Motive on Surallel's obvious bull****, and vegepygmy body language. Roll vs Surallel +1: +3 Wis, -2 Trait
bXDmBYN21d20+1
Roll on vegepygmy (same bonus)
1d20+1 1d20+1·1d20+1
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Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Oct 20, 2015 21:26:05 GMT -8
P5oVsOtv1d20+1 Overcoming her brief meander down the halls of imagination at the thought of the monk's shrouded yet obviously muscular landscape bared for all to see, the alchemist takes a guarded step back as the trio of green beasts struggle with the shrouded creature. Hands flutter cautiously to her muffled pouches. Forgetting all her careful etiquette and elocution lessons, she growls, What the fuck is going on?!1d20+1 |
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Post by Master on Oct 20, 2015 21:29:22 GMT -8
DarvanFor a purveyor of such obvious bullshit, Surallel seems on the up and up RavnaSuralllel seems utterly genuine.
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Post by Tessa Rothaldi on Oct 22, 2015 18:54:04 GMT -8
Sense motive (Surallel): D19hPnKx1d20+6
Sense motive (Vegepygmies): 1d20+6
Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20+7
1d20+6·1d20+7·1d20+7
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Post by Master on Oct 22, 2015 19:02:24 GMT -8
TessaSurallel's story seems ridiculous. It doesn't seem consistent with what you have heard about vegepygmies. Further, they don't seem very hostile, to you anyway. They are defensive, but it is clear that any fighting would be bloody for both sides, but bloodier for them. Surallel's story does not add up.
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Post by Tessa Rothaldi on Oct 23, 2015 17:45:16 GMT -8
Tessa sighs as the party starts to get worked up. There are so many things she could say about this situation. She settles for... Surallel, really. She gestures towards the vegepygmies slightly. You are adding a lot of color to this scenario that I don't think is really called for. If you guys want to fight them, I won't stop you, but Surallel is probably... misrepresenting the details of the situation. Substantially. Besides which, that thing that the leader pulled out is Russet Mold. It's highly poisonous. Sunlight can stop the spores, but to kill it we need either acid or alcohol.
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Post by Surallel Sol on Oct 23, 2015 19:10:44 GMT -8
Surallel expresses a slight wounding from Tessa's disbelief.
"Tessa, I respect you the most. Look, I'm 184 years old. I've been around, I know four languages and I used magic to understand these mold people. I'm telling you they mean ill will AND that creeper can definitely offer us the most serious and helpful information we've been presented since coming down here."
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Post by Master on Oct 24, 2015 10:10:15 GMT -8
Secret GM rollIgu9zpa_1d20+3 1d20+3
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Post by Tessa Rothaldi on Oct 24, 2015 12:02:49 GMT -8
As I said, if that's how the party feels, I'm fine with it. But if that's what you want to do we should probably act before they kill it, no? So let's decide quickly. And does anyone have any acid, alcohol, or even daylight? I don't want us to end up poisoned and out for another week. Or dead.
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Post by Master on Oct 24, 2015 16:33:51 GMT -8
The lead Vegepygmy calmly walks up to the Creeper, and starts to force chunks of the russet mold into its mouth. The creeper struggles, screaming through mouthfuls of the compost-like mass. The lead Vegepygmy then holds its mouth shut. After a few moments, the creeper is released. He falls to his hands and knees, hacking and coughing violently. The lead Vegepygmy collects remnants of the russet mold from the ground and carries it back to the jar, which he then re-seals. When he is finished, he clicks and chirps and clicks at the party, holding his hands open toward the party.  Vegepygmy languageThis foul beast is now beyond aid, save a powerful healer. Do not come close, the spores still linger in the air, and if you breathe them in.... He glances at the hacking and cough figure next to him We wish to remain here, until after the gestation period is done. We have no quarrel with you, nor your stars. Do not challenge us here, and we will leave in 24 hours. I see little reward in fighting. You would gain nothing by fighting us, unless you enjoy lethal mold or bone spears. |
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Post by Rothgar MacRothgar on Oct 24, 2015 17:39:36 GMT -8
I have neither. Unless someone has what Tessa says we need to kill that mold, I'm not going near it after seeing what it did to that thing.
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Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Oct 24, 2015 19:26:04 GMT -8
Acid? Alcohol? You've come to the right place, says Ravna, tearing her eyes away from the proceedings between the vegepymies and the creeper. Though this is quite a scientific opportunity. I've only read about these kinds of molds...
She slips her pack off her shoulders, leather creaking. It hits the ground with an tintinnabulation of clinks and clanks. Those watching are surprised not everything in the alchemist's portable lab isn't broken. She crouches down and rummages for a brief few seconds before withdrawing a hand, fingers spread wide to display the three small corked, flat goatskin flasks gripped between each digit. With a nimble flick of the wrist, she tosses one at Rothgar.
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Post by Surallel Sol on Oct 26, 2015 15:49:33 GMT -8
Surallel is visibly irritated and contemptuous of his companions. Upon realizing no one shares his outrage for the pygmies and fearing the loss of information the creeper may reveal, Surallel's shoulders sink and with a groan he turns to the pygmies and speaks the unfamiliar language again. The tone is frustrated and angry while struggling to be civil. {Undercommon}
"Hey! Cabbage creeps! Since you just effectively murdered the creeper, how about some answers?! Who does the creeper work for? Who is he selling your pygmie people for to be eaten?" |
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Post by Master on Oct 26, 2015 16:43:31 GMT -8
For a few moments, the Vegepygmy does not respond. The only sounds that can be heard in the room is the increasingly labored breathing of the Dark Creeper.  Then the lead Vegepygmy stands and resumes his chirps and clicks. VegepygmyIt is not murder, it is self defense. This creature worked for the Farmers. What others call them, I do not know. They rule a great empire, and among their most important or influential, MY people are considered a delicacy. Vast fields of this mold are kept and cultivated. Live prisoners, useless slaves, criminals and others are tossed into the fields. My people are formed within bodies killed by the mold. After we emerge, the farmers use us as slaves until we are 'ready'. Then we are harvested, killed and served on platters of mithral. Those who escape are hunted relentlessly. The Dark Folk are eager to serve the Farmers, eager to earn the smallest favor. |
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Post by Surallel Sol on Oct 26, 2015 17:16:36 GMT -8
Surallel to the party: "Aw man, he's giving me his boring vegetable man life story. Ok, Hold on, I'm gonna ask a question."Surallel turns back to the vegepygmy and in an exasperated tone goes on to inquire: {Undercommon}
"Who are the farmers? Where can they be found? Are they all down here in this dungeon?" |
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