D&D Act Two Scene II - Well met in Clayton

"you're unusually quiet today.... That's different, I was meditating... Maybe I was thinking about how much spider blood you have in your tiny bod-bod! It's none of your business. God stuff. Blood stuff. Y'know. So what's eating you?.... Well who else you gonna talk to about it?.... She's dead and she didn't love you! Let her go!..... Oh look I'm sorry, it's just this flipping desert..... Why? What do you know about them?....Really? How near?.... Well I can see that but-.... Well why didn't you say so before? That's huge! Hang tight little buddy, we're getting you there. Soon as that bastard sun fecks off. "

Othegre returns to her meditations and heartbeat vigil but with new purpose.

Ooc : since the DM decided Simon is from Zassan I'm going to assume he knows a little of the area and where we need that red glow to be relative to us to find the city. I'll be navigating that way. If a heartbeat or two shows up, well Aria needs her dinner.... BTW, if there are any notes on l6 vampirism let me know, cheers.

Othegre's eyes flick open and her fangs spring to attention.
"Down, boys!"
They retract begrudgingly.
"...I am *not* personifying them. You are such a jealous little thing..."
She cautiously poke her head towards the door and calls out "in here! You bring back the caravan?
Information?

Take-out?"

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Remember Moy and Othegre can create food out of thin air as well.

Ooc : Othegre sighs "not for another 20k XP yet. That's a lvl 4 spell." She eyes Moys neck. "Although there is this other way of making food....."

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs harrumphs.

'Well ye can go back and talk to em yerself lass. I'm havin no more ter do with them! They dinnae even carry armour! I dinnae think they even wear it themselves... bloody southerners.'

"And risk getting left behind again? I mean, I wasn't worried, I was never worried but still, I don't want to hold you up. Here, avert your eyes, give a lady her dignity!"

She mutters something, moving her jaw very deliberately and her armour springs open. She steps out onto a mosaic fragment, cursing and hopping, then she bunches up her fists and scrunches her eyes up. Her chest flushes with youthful colour, speaking to her face, arms, legs - her hand remain white until she unclenches them.

Ooc:hp-2

"Do you have a cloak or something I can borrow? "

Ooc : I have a slip on, I'm not a slag! I'll wait till close to sundown (but with enough overhead to get there and back, I need to appear human!) to head over and either try to single out 1 guard if I can, charm person and take him down out of sight or approach the group in a state of distress, claiming I was waylaid by bandits and I'm seeking the player party, use enthrall to convince those helpful tools to send a single escort with poor little me to the ruins and then have Aria fake a wolf attack and jump him.

Loading charm, unseen, speak; enthrall. Let me know if I have extra slots/ options.

Edit : I'll only cast the spells if needed, btw, as these guys seem to be pushovers.

You're going to paralysed me and kill me for assuming that, aren't you...

Also, let me know if mist form is back, it's been a few days in game since I uploaded to the cloud

Kal heads back to the ruins with Ekbard and the camels.

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: They're all level 0, except the leader who is Level 1. We'll just assume you do it, as there is no way you would lose. Narrate it as you wish.

Othegre throws a leg to Aria and wipes her blood covered hand on her blood covered undergarments.
"That really did not go the way I planned. Quick, let's catch up before we get ditched again. Hey Simon, check out what I found in those tents and in all those dead guys robes!"