A Riddle Answered, an Offer Made
24 of Arodus 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
According to Iolda, trying to hasten you back to her people, most of those who walk under the hollow 'sky' cannot see heat and must instead grasp blindly for it as a babe might reach into a flame. As you intone the words of evocation laid down by some long dead spirit wrangler who found his end down a moldman's noisome hole, you feel yet another sense opening, not heat, not light, but alignment along an axis that slides through nameless dimensions, ever-present, never truly named, a sound that rots, a silence that freezes, a mirror that reflects only itself, a steady poisonous flame.
Detect Evil Scroll Lost
Eerie Statuette has a Moderate Evil Aura (Caster level 10-15)
"Ye complete here?" the sorceress, not quite tall enough to reach your chest, asks in very poorly accented duergar tongue. Hadn't Cob mentioned something about dwarfs up here as well?
Maybe she learned it from another source? Perhaps another time you might have been annoyed at her, but between winning the fight with not a lasting mark between all your friends and Click being safe for now at least you are in too good a mood to do more than offer an affirmative grunt and hoist yourself off the ground.
Much to your relief, and Mina's too, the chief remains pleased with the outcome of the raid even once he has had time to count his losses. All those who had fallen had been elders of the tribe, and while their wisdom would be missed they had died a warrior's death and now the young would have the chance to feast upon their flesh one last time, mixed in with the flesh of their fallen foes.
Gorok seems almost uneasy to share in that...
morsel, not so much because he finds fault with the customs of his tribe, but because he knows you and Mina might. She remains tight lipped though, whether out of sympathy for your scaled friend or because she dare not open her mouth while the pot is on the flame you neither know nor seek to.
"So what now?" you ask, half dreading that with his mission done he will return to his tribe.
"Vowed to deliver the hairy-feet to their great raft," he says, tipping his head to the side as though worried that you're getting forgetful. "Not enough room."
Mina still looks confused, but you find yourself nodding along with Gorok. "Chief Sirkan said you were a bit too popular eh?" you ask as the little goblin giggles.
"I'm not a hatchling." He stops abruptly. "Regretful of tone, we have have misunderstandings, speaking with grumbling stone tongue. I realized it myself, not enough room for both in tribe. But the chief still has many years ahead of him..." he motioned to the massive warrior, who far from lounging on a pile of treasure somewhere has put his head together with the tribe's tinkers of weapons and repairers of armors to figure out how best to use this last windfall from Inquisitor Vicio.
"Speaking of not enough room, have you... has
the tribe considered moving? Cheliax is vast and the Church of Asmodeus vicious beyond reason when one of their own falls," Mina points out. "I mean, we are already going to take the halflings south to Andoran and thanks to them no one will question us... hopefully. There are plenty of swamps out east of here and ones with better neighbors than these. The Republic of Andoran was built on the principles of equality, and while no one's considered iruxi in that, no one's excluded them either."
"If we had lost maybe I could have moved them, now with blood on their claws and meat in their bellies easier to move a strangler snake off a sunning stone."
That would have been the end of that had Iolda not been listening in. "The girl speaks sense. Stay in the oven, get choked and roasted, that's what my old mam used to say. Look, how many of you are there?" The question is obviously rhetorical as she looks around the bright cookfires counting heads.
Of course, Gorok also knew his people well enough to be correct that they would not leave their ancestral lands for a a song and a promise, but chief Sirkan is willing to send a trio of warriors with you through the sunless passages to see if the promises of a new home are true and if by the time they return leaving seems safer than staying then so they shall do.
Iolda Diplomacy: 1d20+8 = 24 (Success)
Gained 3 Lizardman Warriors [Warrior lvl 2]
What do you do with your new magic items?
[] [STATUETTE] Now drop it in a bog
[] [STATUETTE] Keep it to sell, it'll be worth a decent price to someone
[] [STATUETTE] Keep it to use, it's too useful to let go just for its vague origins
[] [STATUETTE] Write in
[] [RING] Give it to Cob, as much of a menace as he is on the ground he'd be even more of a one able to fly
[] [RING] Mina can hang onto it, a way to get out of danger while she uses her magic
[] [RING] Write in
OOC: Not the most interesting vote, but after this we are getting back in Nar Voth and on to Andoran.