Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
Sweet William smiles horribly and gives Tabby a thumbs up.
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:55 PM, Cerina/JediJon via groups.io <dwarfjsgm@...> wrote: Cerina "WOOTS" and claps when Tabby finishes her song. "Well, it sounds like the coast and a boat ride are in our future."
"I miss the old days." Cthulhu
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024 at 05:24:51 PM PDT, Tabby <tacobobman@...> wrote:
"Ooh! I could do the sea voyage thing!", a strangely excited Tabby squeaks, "We can drink grog? and sing sea shanties!", she cleared her throat and broke out into song and a little?dance.?
?"Oh, Sweet William, he's a half-orc so bold, With a fiery spirit and a heart of gold,
He sails the seas with a crew so fine,
In search of treasure and adventure divine.
His axe is sharp, his sword is true,
His fists are strong, his spirit so blue,
He's fought the beasts and the sea so wide,
And he's never once let his crew abide." ?
OOC: Tabby has no idea what grog is.
On Wed, Aug 21, 2024 at 10:10?AM Flynn/Derek Walters via <thegamerzedge= [email protected]> wrote:
"I, for one, have had my fill of Gods and jungles.? Amn does entice me also and a dry heat would be better than this clinging moisture that chafes every nook and cranny..."? he takes a sip before continuing.?
"...besides Helmsport might provide other options upon our arrival, as trading ports are notorious for intrigue."
As the group sits together to discuss the rumors they¡¯re heard and plans for the future, Sweet William, finally full, clean, rested and happily buzzing along the ale trail, weighs in.
¡°Seems to me the gods have set Amn before us. Rather than looking for local cave gems or stumbling around magic mazes, I¡¯m?partial to the idea of o sea voyage. It¡¯s been too long since I¡¯ve felt the wind in my face and a deck rolling beneath me.? I miss?the
sea. Far better than getting buried alive in some dwarven sand tunnel!¡±
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:17 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,
Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving
Helmsport on the East coast sailing for
Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a Tenday. /OOC)
However,
Cerina?(Ear To The Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,
Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the
Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over
Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.
Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even
Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the
Bay of Shoals?in nearby
Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into
the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
Cerina "WOOTS" and claps when Tabby finishes her song. "Well, it sounds like the coast and a boat ride are in our future."
"I miss the old days." Cthulhu
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024 at 05:24:51 PM PDT, Tabby <tacobobman@...> wrote:
"Ooh! I could do the sea voyage thing!", a strangely excited Tabby squeaks, "We can drink grog? and sing sea shanties!", she cleared her throat and broke out into song and a little?dance.?
?"Oh, Sweet William, he's a half-orc so bold, With a fiery spirit and a heart of gold,
He sails the seas with a crew so fine,
In search of treasure and adventure divine.
His axe is sharp, his sword is true,
His fists are strong, his spirit so blue,
He's fought the beasts and the sea so wide,
And he's never once let his crew abide." ?
OOC: Tabby has no idea what grog is.
On Wed, Aug 21, 2024 at 10:10?AM Flynn/Derek Walters via <thegamerzedge= [email protected]> wrote:
"I, for one, have had my fill of Gods and jungles.? Amn does entice me also and a dry heat would be better than this clinging moisture that chafes every nook and cranny..."? he takes a sip before continuing.?
"...besides Helmsport might provide other options upon our arrival, as trading ports are notorious for intrigue."
As the group sits together to discuss the rumors they¡¯re heard and plans for the future, Sweet William, finally full, clean, rested and happily buzzing along the ale trail, weighs in.
¡°Seems to me the gods have set Amn before us. Rather than looking for local cave gems or stumbling around magic mazes, I¡¯m?partial to the idea of o sea voyage. It¡¯s been too long since I¡¯ve felt the wind in my face and a deck rolling beneath me.? I miss?the
sea. Far better than getting buried alive in some dwarven sand tunnel!¡±
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:17 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,
Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving
Helmsport on the East coast sailing for
Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a Tenday. /OOC)
However,
Cerina?(Ear To The Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,
Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the
Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over
Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.
Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even
Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the
Bay of Shoals?in nearby
Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into
the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
"Ooh! I could do the sea voyage thing!", a strangely excited Tabby squeaks, "We can drink grog? and sing sea shanties!", she cleared her throat and broke out into song and a little?dance.?
?"Oh, Sweet William, he's a half-orc so bold, With a fiery spirit and a heart of gold,
He sails the seas with a crew so fine,
In search of treasure and adventure divine.
His axe is sharp, his sword is true,
His fists are strong, his spirit so blue,
He's fought the beasts and the sea so wide,
And he's never once let his crew abide." ?
OOC: Tabby has no idea what grog is.
On Wed, Aug 21, 2024 at 10:10?AM Flynn/Derek Walters via <thegamerzedge= [email protected]> wrote:
"I, for one, have had my fill of Gods and jungles.? Amn does entice me also and a dry heat would be better than this clinging moisture that chafes every nook and cranny..."? he takes a sip before continuing.?
"...besides Helmsport might provide other options upon our arrival, as trading ports are notorious for intrigue."
As the group sits together to discuss the rumors they¡¯re heard and plans for the future, Sweet William, finally full, clean, rested and happily buzzing along the ale trail, weighs in.
¡°Seems to me the gods have set Amn before us. Rather than looking for local cave gems or stumbling around magic mazes, I¡¯m?partial to the idea of o sea voyage. It¡¯s been too long since I¡¯ve felt the wind in my face and a deck rolling beneath me.? I miss?the
sea. Far better than getting buried alive in some dwarven sand tunnel!¡±
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:17 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,
Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving
Helmsport on the East coast sailing for
Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a Tenday. /OOC)
However,
Cerina?(Ear To The Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,
Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the
Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over
Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.
Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even
Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the
Bay of Shoals?in nearby
Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into
the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
"I, for one, have had my fill of Gods and jungles.? Amn does entice me also and a dry heat would be better than this clinging moisture that chafes every nook and cranny..."? he takes a sip before continuing.?
"...besides Helmsport might provide other options upon our arrival, as trading ports are notorious for intrigue."
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As the group sits together to discuss the rumors they¡¯re heard and plans for the future, Sweet William, finally full, clean, rested and happily buzzing along the ale trail, weighs in.
¡°Seems to me the gods have set Amn before us. Rather than looking for local cave gems or stumbling around magic mazes, I¡¯m?partial to the idea of o sea voyage. It¡¯s been too long since I¡¯ve felt the wind in my face and a deck rolling beneath me. ?I miss?the
sea. Far better than getting buried alive in some dwarven sand tunnel!¡±
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:17 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,
Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving
Helmsport on the East coast sailing for
Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a Tenday. /OOC)
However,
Cerina?(Ear To The Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,
Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the
Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over
Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.
Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even
Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the
Bay of Shoals?in nearby
Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into
the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
OOC: Well, that¡¯s 2 votes. What say the rest of you?
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:39 AM, North/John DeMaio <mrjdemaio@...> wrote: North just silently sits and stares at the group. It almost looks like his eyes begin to well up with water. He fidgets in his sit and tugs at his robes. It's very clear he is desperate to go into the magical maze. On Wed, Aug 21, 2024, 9:35?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via <artamy1= [email protected]> wrote:
As the group sits together to discuss the rumors they¡¯re heard and plans for the future, Sweet William, finally full, clean, rested and happily buzzing along the ale trail, weighs in. ¡°Seems to me the gods have set Amn before us. Rather than looking for local cave gems or stumbling around magic mazes, I¡¯m?partial to the idea of o sea voyage. It¡¯s been too long since I¡¯ve felt the wind in my face and a deck rolling beneath me.? I miss?the sea. Far better than getting buried alive in some dwarven sand tunnel!¡±
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:17 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,?Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving?Helmsport?on
the East coast sailing for?Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a?Tenday.
/OOC)
However,?Cerina?(Ear To The
Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,?Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that
leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the?Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult
to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over?Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike
draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.?Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even?Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink
loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the?Bay of Shoals?in nearby?Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
North just silently sits and stares at the group. It almost looks like his eyes begin to well up with water. He fidgets in his sit and tugs at his robes. It's very clear he is desperate to go into the magical maze.
On Wed, Aug 21, 2024, 9:35?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via <artamy1= [email protected]> wrote:
As the group sits together to discuss the rumors they¡¯re heard and plans for the future, Sweet William, finally full, clean, rested and happily buzzing along the ale trail, weighs in. ¡°Seems to me the gods have set Amn before us. Rather than looking for local cave gems or stumbling around magic mazes, I¡¯m?partial to the idea of o sea voyage. It¡¯s been too long since I¡¯ve felt the wind in my face and a deck rolling beneath me.? I miss?the sea. Far better than getting buried alive in some dwarven sand tunnel!¡±
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:17 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,?Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving?Helmsport?on
the East coast sailing for?Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a?Tenday.
/OOC)
However,?Cerina?(Ear To The
Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,?Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that
leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the?Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult
to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over?Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike
draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.?Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even?Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink
loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the?Bay of Shoals?in nearby?Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
As the group sits together to discuss the rumors they¡¯re heard and plans for the future, Sweet William, finally full, clean, rested and happily buzzing along the ale trail, weighs in. ¡°Seems to me the gods have set Amn before us. Rather than looking for local cave gems or stumbling around magic mazes, I¡¯m?partial to the idea of o sea voyage. It¡¯s been too long since I¡¯ve felt the wind in my face and a deck rolling beneath me. ?I miss?the sea. Far better than getting buried alive in some dwarven sand tunnel!¡±
On Wednesday, August 21, 2024, 9:17 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,?Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving?Helmsport?on
the East coast sailing for?Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a?Tenday.
/OOC)
However,?Cerina?(Ear To The
Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,?Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that
leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the?Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult
to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over?Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike
draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.?Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even?Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink
loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the?Bay of Shoals?in nearby?Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
DM/
Throughout the celebration, through casual conversation,?Flynn?learns that a ship is leaving?Helmsport?on
the East coast sailing for?Amn?with wares of spices and feathers and gold.
Considering the distance and season,?
North?calculates the journey of roughly 2400 nautical miles to take about two Tendays, give or take a day or two. (OOC-
reminder: in Forgotten Realms, a week is ten days, and therefore, called a?Tenday.
/OOC)
However,?Cerina?(Ear To The
Ground) has heard rumors of strategic portals at sea that allow the distance to be closed in a much shorter time period.
Whilst drinking with a pair of Leonin Warriors,?Sweet William?hears tale of an underground ¡®tunnel¡¯ in the desert that
leads through veins of gold to Amn, however only the?Dwarves of the Sands of Iztcalaknow where this is and they are notoriously difficult
to find, let alone negotiate with.
A pair of Tabaxi maidens fan cool air over?Tabby?and praise her with compliments, mentioning that she would look goddesslike
draped in the sparkling crystals of The Caves.?Fine rubies, emeralds, and sapphires belong all over a heroine of her prowess.
Even?Brother Ashley?is drawn in by rumors. He almost hesitates to mention it to the Gnomish Sorcerer but too much drink
loosens his lips and he reveals knowledge about the magicks lost forever within the mazes of the?Bay of Shoals?in nearby?Pezelac.
Rumors abound in the jungle, and food and drink brings exaggerated tales with each teller trying to one-up the last. Eventually night falls but the revelry continues on late into the night and even somesuch into the wee early dawn.
By mid morning you¡¯ve all awakened feeling well rested and energetic, ready to seek out a new challenge.
Do you continue to explore Maztica? Seek out the ship back to mainland Faerun? Rest and recover another day or more? Something else?
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
"No Mister Sweet.", she whispered back to the half-orc, "That was a very powerful weapon, but it scared the fuzz off my back.", she added, "It kept whispering in my ears, always trying to get me to keep it. to wield it. I was worried it may want me to hurt? you guys. And I would have rather thrown myself onto the pointy bit of the spear than do that." Her little kitty brain was still trying to figure out what she had stopped. An avatar of a god? What was all that about? :"It was always fighting me. Always trying to make me do things I would never do on my own."
Tabby was involved in all the festivities she could handle. She enjoyed the drink, food, and she made sure to dance with everyone of her companions. The bard received a few extra dances.?
The little Tabaxi was confused when the monks came for her. But relaxed when they lead her into one of the bathing chambers. After they undressed her, which the mighty monk was a little uncomfortable with, they helped her step into the tub, and she sank down into the water, letting out a contented purr. As they finished washing her, they helped her out of the tub, dried her body and wrapped her in soft robes made of wildflowers and feathers. Tabby liked the flowers, but really wished they skipped the feathers. These caused her to sneeze.?
Once she was back with her companions, she asked the gnome. "What's a humanoid? Aren't they just people? I would be a cat humanoid. Are these special humanoids?" On Mon, Aug 19, 2024 at 9:07?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via <artamy1= [email protected]> wrote:
¡°Thought you were gonna keep that thing for a minute, there,¡± Sweet William tells Purrs With a Fist. The native beer allows him to successfully fight the urge to throttle the monks dressing him in feathers and flowers and no one dies. ¡°Glad nobody from my old tribe can see me now,¡± he mutters, looking disgustedly?at his new froo-froo?duds. ¡°What now, folks? I like nature more than most, but I wouldn¡¯t mind leaving the jungle.¡±
On Monday, August 19, 2024, 8:49 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away??back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
¡°Deal,¡± Sweet William agrees.
On Monday, August 19, 2024, 7:48 PM, Cerina/JediJon via groups.io <dwarfjsgm@...> wrote: Apprehensive at first, Cerina began to let the water and the massaging that was going on continue. The girls whispered something back and forth to each other, which probably had something to do with her, well, lady parts. When she was dry, and the feathers began appearing, she groaned loud enough for others to hear, "WHY FEATHERS, UGH"
As everything wound down, Cerina joined in on the conversation, poking William in the ribs, "I won't tell anyone about your feathers, if you don't say anything about mine." Then she turns her thoughts to where to head next. "Visiting the village sounds like a good idea, then a walk or boat ride to check out this city sounds good too."
"I miss the old days." Cthulhu
On Monday, August 19, 2024 at 10:36:12 AM PDT, Flynn/Derek Walters <thegamerzedge@...> wrote:
Flynn enjoys the pampering, something he has solely missed during their?last couple of adventures.? It also appears that several of the female attendants were quite surprised at the sight of his "manliness", during the bath with several of them blushing and
trying to avert their eyes while smiling demurely.? "Have no worries, Ladies.? You are not the first to be surprised ..."? He laughed as he sipped his drink and enjoyed the rest of his bath.
DM/
With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away ?back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
Apprehensive at first, Cerina began to let the water and the massaging that was going on continue. The girls whispered something back and forth to each other, which probably had something to do with her, well, lady parts. When she was dry, and the feathers began appearing, she groaned loud enough for others to hear, "WHY FEATHERS, UGH"
As everything wound down, Cerina joined in on the conversation, poking William in the ribs, "I won't tell anyone about your feathers, if you don't say anything about mine." Then she turns her thoughts to where to head next. "Visiting the village sounds like a good idea, then a walk or boat ride to check out this city sounds good too."
"I miss the old days." Cthulhu
On Monday, August 19, 2024 at 10:36:12 AM PDT, Flynn/Derek Walters <thegamerzedge@...> wrote:
Flynn enjoys the pampering, something he has solely missed during their?last couple of adventures.? It also appears that several of the female attendants were quite surprised at the sight of his "manliness", during the bath with several of them blushing and
trying to avert their eyes while smiling demurely.? "Have no worries, Ladies.? You are not the first to be surprised ..."? He laughed as he sipped his drink and enjoyed the rest of his bath.
DM/
With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away ?back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
Flynn enjoys the pampering, something he has solely missed during their?last couple of adventures.? It also appears that several of the female attendants were quite surprised at the sight of his "manliness", during the bath with several of them blushing and
trying to avert their eyes while smiling demurely.? "Have no worries, Ladies.? You are not the first to be surprised ..."? He laughed as he sipped his drink and enjoyed the rest of his bath.
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With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away ?back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
¡°None¡¯a that sounds like leaving the damned forest,¡± Sweet William growls, angrily blowing a feather away from his nose. ¡°Half-orc -not a damned pigeon!¡± He grumbles.
On Monday, August 19, 2024, 10:40 AM, North/John DeMaio <mrjdemaio@...> wrote: North is fairly crippled by a hang over at this point in time.
"Even magic couldn't cure this!" He holds his head "That jungle juice is a lot stronger than it looks." He closes his eyes slowly.
At the barbarians call, "Leave the jungle..." He ponders "Hmmm."
"Should we revisit the Leonin village? I kind of want my Ring of Autumn Rain back."
"There was also that humanoid village along the coast here in Maztica. Maybe there's something to do there."
On Mon, Aug 19, 2024, 9:07?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via <artamy1= [email protected]> wrote:
¡°Thought you were gonna keep that thing for a minute, there,¡± Sweet William tells Purrs With a Fist. The native beer allows him to successfully fight the urge to throttle the monks dressing him in feathers and flowers and no one dies. ¡°Glad nobody from my old tribe can see me now,¡± he mutters, looking disgustedly?at his new froo-froo?duds. ¡°What now, folks? I like nature more than most, but I wouldn¡¯t mind leaving the jungle.¡±
On Monday, August 19, 2024, 8:49 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
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With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away??back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
North is fairly crippled by a hang over at this point in time.
"Even magic couldn't cure this!" He holds his head "That jungle juice is a lot stronger than it looks." He closes his eyes slowly.
At the barbarians call, "Leave the jungle..." He ponders "Hmmm."
"Should we revisit the Leonin village? I kind of want my Ring of Autumn Rain back."
"There was also that humanoid village along the coast here in Maztica. Maybe there's something to do there."
On Mon, Aug 19, 2024, 9:07?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via <artamy1= [email protected]> wrote:
¡°Thought you were gonna keep that thing for a minute, there,¡± Sweet William tells Purrs With a Fist. The native beer allows him to successfully fight the urge to throttle the monks dressing him in feathers and flowers and no one dies. ¡°Glad nobody from my old tribe can see me now,¡± he mutters, looking disgustedly?at his new froo-froo?duds. ¡°What now, folks? I like nature more than most, but I wouldn¡¯t mind leaving the jungle.¡±
On Monday, August 19, 2024, 8:49 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away??back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
¡°Thought you were gonna keep that thing for a minute, there,¡± Sweet William tells Purrs With a Fist. The native beer allows him to successfully fight the urge to throttle the monks dressing him in feathers and flowers and no one dies. ¡°Glad nobody from my old tribe can see me now,¡± he mutters, looking disgustedly?at his new froo-froo?duds. ¡°What now, folks? I like nature more than most, but I wouldn¡¯t mind leaving the jungle.¡±
On Monday, August 19, 2024, 8:49 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away??back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
DM/
With all eyes on Furry Of The Storm, the crowd cheers wildly as she kneels and returns the spear to its sarcophagus.
Spellcasters send waves of vibrant colors through air and joyous music resounds.
Food and drink is passed around in abundance and much merriment ensures with dancing, singing and games.
The celebration continues long throughout the morning and far into midday.?
One by one throughout the festivities, you are taken aside by a group of monks and bathed, pampered, and perfumed before being dressed in robes of wildflowers and feathers.
After celebrating, eating and drinking, napping on and off, and sharing tales, the party slowly winds down and celebrants drift away??back to their clans and villages.
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
With a goofy grin on her furry face, Tabby figured?out what part of the bard she would 'nimble' on first, as she followed her companions.?
Such thoughts vanished from her mind as she was given a new name and a little mark on her hand. She removed one of her gloves and studied the mark for a moment. How odd.
Now it was time to give back the spear. She had a feeling this was?not going to?be easy as words that were not her own were filling her mind. Some made sense.?
Still, she will fight the urge to keep the weapon. It was very?powerful, but she could see it easily taking over her mind and body. She was worried that it would make the Tabaxi hurt her friends.?
"Erm.", she groaned as she fought the spear's control. Tabby tried her very best to hand over the spear. It was not hers. She was only borrowing it. If she kept it, that would be stealing, and that
would be wrong.? On Wed, Aug 14, 2024 at 11:45?AM Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D via <infinitum3d= [email protected]> wrote:
DM/
Arriving at the monastery, the crowd gradually quiets down when?The Khen¨½do M?hra?(Morning
Song)??raises her hands. A soft gong chimes from somewhere offstage and she tips her head back, eyes closed.?
The air was thick with anticipation and reverence. A dozen young initiates, draped in their humble, pale robes, heads hung low, averting their eyes, form a solemn circle ten feet around?Tabby?and
the magnificent spear she still clutches tightly. As the monks begin chanting in rhythmic unison, a soft, ethereal glow emanates from the spear, casting flickering shadows on the face of the Tabaxi girl. The assembled crowd watches with bated breath as the
spear begins to hum and spark with its otherworldly resonance.
Flynn and Cerina tense, prepared for any malfeasances.
In a voice that seems to echo within the minds of all present,?Onotlatlatzin?¡®²õ±è±ð²¹°ì²õ¡¯?with
both authority and surprising warmth. "Today, we honor one who has surpassed the bounds of mortal endurance.¡± You hear the unspoken words inside your mind, or rather, you understand the message.
¡°Forever Running,¡± it communes with a subtle measure of disdain. ¡°You who have ventured through
untold trials, with tireless spirit and valor,?are worthy,¡± it promises. The name?Forever
Running?seems to dissolve into the air as the spear¡¯s words imbue a new title with solemnity and grandeur. "Henceforth, you shall be known as?tlatecu¨©ni
amamaniliztli
?-?Fury Of The Storm -?for
your strength and courage have roared like the heavens' thunder and your path has left an indelible mark upon the True World." The crowd ruffles in awed murmurs, with the Tabaxi clans hearts swelling with pride as the young heroine stands tall, now embodying
the very essence of her new, thunderous name. A small lightning bolt appears, branded into the skin webbing between Tabby¡¯s left forefinger and thumb.
Then, with an all-enveloping reverence, a pair of venerable monks dressed in exquisite crimson and gold trimmed robes carry out a long, thin reliquary of carved hardwood brocaded with turquoise stones and gilded with silver leaf. Placing it
before you, they open it to reveal a silk lining with polished brass kake within.?Tabby innately understands that this is the sacred resting chamber for Onotlatlatzin
and everyone here is expecting her to return the spear,?
however,?
a mithering urge tempts you to claim it for yourself. You have earned it after all. You did defeat a god. You tracked down the spear. You took control of it. You overcame
its compulsions. And the spear itself said you are worthy. It should be your birthright. It seems a shame to hide such power away when you could use it to do so much good in the world. How many bad guys could you defeat using it? How many deaths could you
prevent? How much pain and suffering? So many puppies you could save from villains! And what if someone else steals it when you¡¯re halfway around another continent. The world would be a much safer place with you guarding it always. What a waste to simply lock
it away. . .
And what do you do?
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
Seeing Tabby hesitate slightly, Flynn moves as close to Tabby as possible with the ring of monks encircling her.?
"Tabby?"? he asks, concern evident in his voice.
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Arriving at the monastery, the crowd gradually quiets down when?The Khen¨½do M?hra?(Morning
Song)??raises her hands. A soft gong chimes from somewhere offstage and she tips her head back, eyes closed.?
The air was thick with anticipation and reverence. A dozen young initiates, draped in their humble, pale robes, heads hung low, averting their eyes, form a solemn circle ten feet around?Tabby?and
the magnificent spear she still clutches tightly. As the monks begin chanting in rhythmic unison, a soft, ethereal glow emanates from the spear, casting flickering shadows on the face of the Tabaxi girl. The assembled crowd watches with bated breath as the
spear begins to hum and spark with its otherworldly resonance.
Flynn and Cerina tense, prepared for any malfeasances.
In a voice that seems to echo within the minds of all present,?Onotlatlatzin?¡®²õ±è±ð²¹°ì²õ¡¯?with
both authority and surprising warmth. "Today, we honor one who has surpassed the bounds of mortal endurance.¡± You hear the unspoken words inside your mind, or rather, you understand the message.
¡°Forever Running,¡± it communes with a subtle measure of disdain. ¡°You who have ventured through
untold trials, with tireless spirit and valor,?are worthy,¡± it promises. The name?Forever
Running?seems to dissolve into the air as the spear¡¯s words imbue a new title with solemnity and grandeur. "Henceforth, you shall be known as?tlatecu¨©ni
amamaniliztli
?-?Fury Of The Storm -?for
your strength and courage have roared like the heavens' thunder and your path has left an indelible mark upon the True World." The crowd ruffles in awed murmurs, with the Tabaxi clans hearts swelling with pride as the young heroine stands tall, now embodying
the very essence of her new, thunderous name. A small lightning bolt appears, branded into the skin webbing between Tabby¡¯s left forefinger and thumb.
Then, with an all-enveloping reverence, a pair of venerable monks dressed in exquisite crimson and gold trimmed robes carry out a long, thin reliquary of carved hardwood brocaded with turquoise stones and gilded with silver leaf. Placing
it before you, they open it to reveal a silk lining with polished brass kake within.?Tabby innately understands that this is the sacred resting chamber for Onotlatlatzin
and everyone here is expecting her to return the spear,?
however,?
a mithering urge tempts you to claim it for yourself. You have earned it after all. You did defeat a god. You tracked down the spear. You took control of it. You overcame
its compulsions. And the spear itself said you are worthy. It should be your birthright. It seems a shame to hide such power away when you could use it to do so much good in the world. How many bad guys could you defeat using it? How many deaths could you
prevent? How much pain and suffering? So many puppies you could save from villains! And what if someone else steals it when you¡¯re halfway around another continent. The world would be a much safer place with you guarding it always. What a waste to simply lock
it away. . .
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
Sweet William stands nearby, arms folded, ready to back Tabby¡¯s play, no matter what it is.
On Wednesday, August 14, 2024, 11:47 AM, Infinitum3D Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:
DM/
Arriving at the monastery, the crowd gradually quiets down when?The Khen¨½do M?hra?(Morning
Song)??raises her hands. A soft gong chimes from somewhere offstage and she tips her head back, eyes closed.?
The air was thick with anticipation and reverence. A dozen young initiates, draped in their humble, pale robes, heads hung low, averting their eyes, form a solemn circle ten feet around?Tabby?and
the magnificent spear she still clutches tightly. As the monks begin chanting in rhythmic unison, a soft, ethereal glow emanates from the spear, casting flickering shadows on the face of the Tabaxi girl. The assembled crowd watches with bated breath as the
spear begins to hum and spark with its otherworldly resonance.
Flynn and Cerina tense, prepared for any malfeasances.
In a voice that seems to echo within the minds of all present,?Onotlatlatzin?¡®²õ±è±ð²¹°ì²õ¡¯?with
both authority and surprising warmth. "Today, we honor one who has surpassed the bounds of mortal endurance.¡± You hear the unspoken words inside your mind, or rather, you understand the message.
¡°Forever Running,¡± it communes with a subtle measure of disdain. ¡°You who have ventured through
untold trials, with tireless spirit and valor,?are worthy,¡± it promises. The name?Forever
Running?seems to dissolve into the air as the spear¡¯s words imbue a new title with solemnity and grandeur. "Henceforth, you shall be known as?tlatecu¨©ni
amamaniliztli
?-?Fury Of The Storm -?for
your strength and courage have roared like the heavens' thunder and your path has left an indelible mark upon the True World." The crowd ruffles in awed murmurs, with the Tabaxi clans hearts swelling with pride as the young heroine stands tall, now embodying
the very essence of her new, thunderous name. A small lightning bolt appears, branded into the skin webbing between Tabby¡¯s left forefinger and thumb.
Then, with an all-enveloping reverence, a pair of venerable monks dressed in exquisite crimson and gold trimmed robes carry out a long, thin reliquary of carved hardwood brocaded with turquoise stones and gilded with silver leaf. Placing it
before you, they open it to reveal a silk lining with polished brass kake within.?Tabby innately understands that this is the sacred resting chamber for Onotlatlatzin
and everyone here is expecting her to return the spear,?
however,?
a mithering urge tempts you to claim it for yourself. You have earned it after all. You did defeat a god. You tracked down the spear. You took control of it. You overcame
its compulsions. And the spear itself said you are worthy. It should be your birthright. It seems a shame to hide such power away when you could use it to do so much good in the world. How many bad guys could you defeat using it? How many deaths could you
prevent? How much pain and suffering? So many puppies you could save from villains! And what if someone else steals it when you¡¯re halfway around another continent. The world would be a much safer place with you guarding it always. What a waste to simply lock
it away. . .
And what do you do?
/DM
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Re: DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 14 Eleasis OOC
DM/
Arriving at the monastery, the crowd gradually quiets down when?The Khen¨½do M?hra?(Morning
Song)??raises her hands. A soft gong chimes from somewhere offstage and she tips her head back, eyes closed.?
The air was thick with anticipation and reverence. A dozen young initiates, draped in their humble, pale robes, heads hung low, averting their eyes, form a solemn circle ten feet around?Tabby?and
the magnificent spear she still clutches tightly. As the monks begin chanting in rhythmic unison, a soft, ethereal glow emanates from the spear, casting flickering shadows on the face of the Tabaxi girl. The assembled crowd watches with bated breath as the
spear begins to hum and spark with its otherworldly resonance.
Flynn and Cerina tense, prepared for any malfeasances.
In a voice that seems to echo within the minds of all present,?Onotlatlatzin?¡®²õ±è±ð²¹°ì²õ¡¯?with
both authority and surprising warmth. "Today, we honor one who has surpassed the bounds of mortal endurance.¡± You hear the unspoken words inside your mind, or rather, you understand the message.
¡°Forever Running,¡± it communes with a subtle measure of disdain. ¡°You who have ventured through
untold trials, with tireless spirit and valor,?are worthy,¡± it promises. The name?Forever
Running?seems to dissolve into the air as the spear¡¯s words imbue a new title with solemnity and grandeur. "Henceforth, you shall be known as?tlatecu¨©ni
amamaniliztli
?-?Fury Of The Storm -?for
your strength and courage have roared like the heavens' thunder and your path has left an indelible mark upon the True World." The crowd ruffles in awed murmurs, with the Tabaxi clans hearts swelling with pride as the young heroine stands tall, now embodying
the very essence of her new, thunderous name. A small lightning bolt appears, branded into the skin webbing between Tabby¡¯s left forefinger and thumb.
Then, with an all-enveloping reverence, a pair of venerable monks dressed in exquisite crimson and gold trimmed robes carry out a long, thin reliquary of carved hardwood brocaded with turquoise stones and gilded with silver leaf. Placing it
before you, they open it to reveal a silk lining with polished brass kake within.?Tabby innately understands that this is the sacred resting chamber for Onotlatlatzin
and everyone here is expecting her to return the spear,?
however,?
a mithering urge tempts you to claim it for yourself. You have earned it after all. You did defeat a god. You tracked down the spear. You took control of it. You overcame
its compulsions. And the spear itself said you are worthy. It should be your birthright. It seems a shame to hide such power away when you could use it to do so much good in the world. How many bad guys could you defeat using it? How many deaths could you
prevent? How much pain and suffering? So many puppies you could save from villains! And what if someone else steals it when you¡¯re halfway around another continent. The world would be a much safer place with you guarding it always. What a waste to simply lock
it away. . .
And what do you do?
/DM
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Cerina/JediJon