D&D Act Two Scene III - Adventures in the Desert

Fourier wrote: »

Borbois Mansion:

As he climbs the stairs Kal gets a delicious smell. He enters a brightly lit room with two finely made chairs draped with silk. A book lies open on a coffee table "History of Zassan: Volume II". Two bookcases complete the room.

The coffee on the table is still warm and next to it is a plate with a small cage over it. Within are two gingerbread men.

"Dragon! If you're good, please free us!"

Kal looks around for a few seconds before he realises that they're talking to him. 'Oh yeah! That's me now! Fairies and sentient biscuits, this house is truly a wonder! Are you guys the afternoon snack? Where is the owner of this coffee?'

Kal wanders over to the table and has a quick flick through the book to see if there's anything useful in it.

Flak continues to sleep the sleep of the innocent.

"wait Ash! You're right! There could be another granny on her way here right now! We have to get that talisman. We need to go in to that keep."

Othegre returns to the Witch's hut, dragging out the dead Zassanite and the witch out, confirming they have no other valuables and throws them onto the trader. She gathers some flotsam, builds a pyre and sets them alight.

Othegre and Ash herd the kids into the hut. She checks on the condition of the remaining Zassanite.

"We'll hole up in here. I need to rest. Then I'll check out the keep. If he wakes up, find out what he knows. He might be a victim, and maybe he can get us to Zassan when all this is done. Kids, I need you to be brave. Everything is going to be fine. How many of you are girls?"

Fourier wrote: »

Borbois Mansion:

OOC: Three doors North, the original one to the kitchen and now two extra ones.

Kal opens the eastern doors and is greeted with an indoor forest. Near him are two tigers who back off upon seeing that he is a dragon. Looking a bit into the forest he can see a gingerbread village, a bridge with some billygoats arguing, a tower, a church of some kind and a woman sleeping next to a unicorn with a chest in her lap. To the northwest is a field of flowers.

The roof is a quarter of a mile high painted blue with crude white clouds done in chalk.

'What a strange house this is!' Kal eyes the tigers warily 'do you guys talk too?'

If he gets no response he'll head toward the billy goat bridge.

Fourier wrote: »

Byrwin:

Four of the children raise their hands.

"That's great! And any of you brother and sister?"

Othegre notes the answers. Before settling down, she flicks through the Witch's books looking for any potions, compresses or whatever you call those little pendants made of herbs, you know the ones, that sound interesting or useful. Then it's time to rest.

When the sun sets she rises from a restless snooze and begins her ritual of prayer to Jammai - poring over Simon's web for a sign of her lady's intent and then getting the kids to compete in athletic events while she gambles with Ash on the outcome.

And then there's no more putting this off.
She hefts the Mace gifted her by the Fire Dwarves and ask's Ash's opinion on it.

"Those cheap surface dwelling scrotebags! Can't make weapons. Can't dig convenient tunnels to major population centres. They weren't dwarves, they were just... short humans. I'm rolling Dwarrowtown style" she declares, favouring her trusty master-crafted flail. She leaves the mace with Ash just in case.

"Look, bestie. I can't stress this enough. I need you to stay calm out here. Do it for me. Do it for the kids. Do it for yourself. I don't think sleeping beauty over there is a threat. Keep an eye on him but don't thwonk him the second an eyelid flutters. He was a victim in all of this just the same as you and me. Now, I have a couple of things to do then I'm going into that keep. Stay here, get some sleep."

Othegre goes outside and looks for intact bodies.

OOC :Yes I have been reading the other thread
Spells loaded (Cleric) : Cure Light Wounds, Light, Protection from Evil, Bless, Hold Person, Find Traps, Animate Dead, Dispel Magic.

Othegre advises Ash to keep the door closed and ignore anything she might hear....
"arise! Arise!"

Ooc : animate dead.
Assuming no unforseen repercussions, off to the keep next.

Fourier wrote: »

Borbois Mansion:

"Sure thing Dragon.

Well we were born in the house, our mother was a pet of the current lord's father, she herself was from Osinzir. This room is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside so it's really the least cramping place in the house for us."

They reach the bridge where three Billy Goats are arguing, one has a milky coffee next to him and is wearing a scarf and glasses. He speaks the most.

"You really have to sell the role Gerald, when I hear you I just don't hear a rural goat in danger, more a middle class house goat who missed this morning's feed....oh tigers, good morning, who is your friend?!" he asks with an intense look of interest on his face.

Kal floats up a few feet in the air. 'Good to meet you sirs, I am Kal the Dragon, a visitor to this house. I am thoroughly enjoying my visit so far. I'm killing time while my friend in the corridor rests up. What is happening here?'