The Large Dumbo

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Thought since I've been having trouble keeping up with post speed recently, instead of joining the others at the bar for drinks and rp Kythor would probably probe one of the two possible candidates for a sailor who can pilot our boat, since I don't believe we ever found anybody who fit the bill?

On the offchance we did though and I'm just dumb and forgot, feel free to let me know that we did and that I'm dumb

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Kythor

Once the seance had concluded and he had chatted to the halfling some about how he was able to perform the seance, Kythor thought to himself about what the halfling was asking him to do. To Kythor, the challenge of survival up here was what made his life the way it was, what gave it purpose. While it was most certainly true that things have been getting worse recently, especially since his separation from the tribe, in a way he saw it as a challenge that must be met. It meant that he could prove to himself and others what he was capable of, to really hammer home the teachings of his elders. Instead, it seemed that people were more invested in making this land more accomodating. The tiefling was left torn on how he should feel about this. On the one hand, it was certainly a shame that the miserable conditions had caused so much loss of life. On the other hand, the elders had taught him that when faced with adversity, he had three options: bend, break, or begone. He and his kin had spent much time learning to bend to the land, even though they were forced to depart from their original homes in the cities... So, it was certainly up to those who came to see to it that they could survive everything this land could throw at them... right?

He wasn't certain. Kythor shook his head, having long since been left to his thoughts by the halfling, before finally rejoining the others in the main hall of the tavern. Although he saw everybody gathering for drinks, Kythor wanted to finish up the last bit of business that they had come in here for initially: finding someone who could navigate the treacherous waters to help find the fishermen, or what was left of them. If the spirit had told the truth, they would be possibly facing a hag, which would no doubt make their journey that much more difficult if she decided to interfere. After a bit of thought, he decided to approach the half elf, Simon Erickson.

Kythor approached the table and propped his arms flat onto the top of a chair, leaning on it as he looked at the potential sailor. "Simon Erickson, yeah?" Kythor began. "Heard you're in need of some coin after an incident involvin' an oil lantern and a clumsy orc. As it just so happens, my companions and I are in need 'a someone who can guide a boat through treacherous waters. Possibly with or without a hag involved, more likely with than without. Think you're up to the task?"

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@Cao the Exiled Welcome to the party! Forge cleric/inquisitive rogue sounds like a fun multiclass combo - can't wait to see how well they
perform in and out of combat, and how they mesh with the party.

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Kythor

The tiefling remains stoic as the air chills around them all, the candles extinguishing, and the windows frosting. In truth, he was quiet surprised that this had gone as smoothly as it had. To Kythor, some sort of mishap was to be expected from a ritual performed by the uninitiated, and for a moment, it almost seemed as if disaster was on the horizon... but then the halfling informed them it was safe to proceed, and thus Kythor mentally relaxed himself. It was time to ask questions to the spirit they had brought forth. While he had quitely thought to himself about what sorts of questions to ask the spirit, his comrades took initiative and asked their questions before he could. The first question was, to Kythor, a bit of surprising brilliance on the dragonborn's part. Now they had a name, and confirmation that this was no accident.

Maud Chiselbone.

With the stranger's question, they even had a better idea of the identity behind the name. She was a hag. Kythor crossed his arms in thought as he considered how much more troubling the task before them had suddenly become... Was this a random act of violence enacted by a hag, or was it intentional? Would they be impeded in their search by the hag? There were many questions to be answered, but he was quite certain that the spirit couldn't answer all of their questions. They would simply have to see for themselves. As his more bookish compatriot asked her question... Kythor looked over at her, a stony frown impressed onto his face. Before he could say anything, the window shattered, the spirit left, and they were left by themselves once more, among the mundane once more. He watched first the stranger, then the dragonborn chide Dullin in what struck him as a surprisingly soft manner given the brusque mannerisms he'd displayed beforehand. When the two left and Dullin followed, he shook his head. There was nothing he could say that the two hadn't already said. He didn't see much purpose in asking a question of that nature - how would a spirit know about something such as that? - and thus felt no need to say anything.

He couldn't blame her for asking such a personal question, though. In truth, he had a few questions of his own he wished to asked the spirit: questions about his tribe, questions about the people he knew... Mostly personal things he couldn't imagine the spirit could possibly answer. Still, a more naive, curious part of him yearned to know the answers. Either way, it was too late for such now: their business here was concluded.

"Not a bad show," Kythor said to the halfling. "We've learned a lot - well, a lot more than we had, 'a course," He chuckles. "How'd you learn how to talk t'spirits, anyways? Somebody teach you, or was it somethin' that you just sort of... picked up, I guess?"

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Things have been busy on my end, so I haven't really been able to keep up with everything that's been happening recently, but don't worry - I'll have a post up tomorrow!

Has everyone been tracking their coin?

@Lurking Krog

I believe my gold count should be accurate!

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Kyra and Kythor are going to be the ones that determine this!

@Birdboy

Aw, don't say that, now you're really putting the pressure on me

Persuasion(Charisma): 1d20+2=18

Well, looks like Kythor (probably) is in the clear this time. Not gonna lie, I was totally expecting to bomb that roll somehow.

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Kythor

When he enters the room, he takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of the incense. Nostalgia fogs up the tiefling's eyes as he enters the room and pushes himself closer towards the room's outer edge, so as to allow the halfling more room to prepare his ritual without interruption. The scent of incense hanging int he air reminded him much of home, and of everything he had lost, everything that was behind him... Everything that was waiting for him. He'd be with his tribe again in time, but he had much to do until then. When he's addressed by the fox-eared monk, he jolts slightly in place, before shaking his head slightly and rolling his eyes. "Suppose so," Kythor sighs. "We've got a rather... unusual lot, I'll admit. Only spent the day with 'em, so I haven't really gotten a chance to know 'em that well. Truth be told," Kythor lowers his voice with a soft frown, "I'm only planning on stickin' around until I can gather up enough gold to return to my home among the wilds. Much more peaceful there... much less people t'keep an eye on too."

"Whereabouts are you from, anyways?" Kythor asks, cocking his head slightly. "Lots of interesting folk I've bumped into in the past couple 'a days - short ones, tall ones, scaled ones, and now one with the ears and tail of a fox." His eyes briefly flick up to her ears, then her tail, before returning his gaze back to her face. "I'm always curious t'know what'd bring someone who's not from around here up this way. Not exactly the most ideal place to be, yeah?"

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Kythor

"I'm hopin' you've learned your lesson," The tiefling butted in with a sigh. "Brashness and a quick hand might work in wherever parts you're from, but you're gonna need to use your head if you're gonna last anywhere else." Kythor closes his eyes, the utterances of a spell resonating from him as he draws his hand through the air in intricate, subtle motions. When he finishes his chanting, he opens his eyes and places it onto the dragonborn's shoulder. His hand lingers there for a moment, before a bright green glow radiates from his hand, restoring some of Zagren's vitality as some of his wounds are mended. The magic spell cast, Kythor begins to walk away to join the others in the back room. Before he enters, however, he stops and turns just outside the entrance. "Consider that your freebie," Kythor calls out. "Next time you get yourself all bloodied up like that tryin' to prove yourself... You're gonna have to take it to the town's healer. I don't have a lot of it to go around, and I'm not prone to wastin' it on things that can be easily prevented."

Having said his piece, Kythor turns back and finally heads into the back room.

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Kythor expends a 1st level spell slot to cast Cure Wounds, healing Zagren for a total of 11 HP, before joining the others in the back rooms to witness the seance. This leaves him with 1 more 1st level spell slot available.

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@Dark Cloud No need to be so hard on yourself! That's what we're here for after all

Seriously though, sorry for not posting, everybody. Had planned on posting yesterday, but work totally wiped me out. I'll admit Kythor doesn't really have much he wants to do beyond following the others to the seance: he doesn't want to intrude on the conversation between Dullin and Zagren, and even if he did, he really can't since he doesn't know Draconic, although he'll probably pass the dragonborn a Cure Wounds spell before he goes just so he's not on death's door.

I'll officiate and get it all set in stone and roll for it tomorrow, it's pretty late where I'm at. Just came by to let everyone know I was still alive!

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Phew, I'm starting to wish I didn't take so long to post, haha. Had to change it up about three or four times before I finally shipped it... I tend to get distracted pretty easily, plus I'm perhaps a bit too meticulous in deciding my wording and phrasing, even if it often ends up not being the best quality by the time I'm done.