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Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#521

At first, a distant part of Mystic's mind did its best to follow the talk of cosmology. He would have found it very interesting, had he not finally passed out from the pain.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#522

Honey exhaled a cloud of smoke out the window, scanning the empty skies. Having made her peace with the unwelcome visitors on some unannounced terms she leaned back against the wall, much of the tension flowing out of her body. Her sharp brown eyes remained alert. Now still, it was possible to observe the subtle differences between her and her miniature facsimile; a few stray grey hairs, old faded scars, stiffness in the dominant arm, the emerging furrows of middle-age and weariness lined with soot.

She remained silent. There was only the soft crackle of burning tobacco as she inhaled.

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#523

Seeing that whatever had to be burned off Mystic had indeed done so, Echo knelt in a practiced motion, begging the absent Morena to delay her caress of oblivion some while longer.
Rolled 1d8, came up a 6. Enjoy some HP :-*
Then she slapped the man left and right to wake him.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#524

Mystic came to with a jolt, and immediately regretted it. He lay there, sore and confused.

"What the hell was that about!? And...," he winced when he tried to move.

"Echo, I don't suppose you can spare another healing spell?"

He plucked the charred remains of the needles from his skin.

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#525

"The party gets two per day, and two is the number of daily healing. Not one, not three, such are the laws of Dee Ann Dee. Four is right out. Here, have the second one."
(23:49:10) Minion: EchoMirage rolls 1d8 and gets 4.
"Disclaimer: two is the number until I get better at this job, but mathematically speaking, I do not know if I will be able to keep up. So, prevention is better than treatment?"
Two thumbs up?
Echo certainly hoped that would be the case, but doubted that the noble sentiment could feasibly be translated into reality.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#526

"Didn't you get a wisdom bonus or something," said valadaar as he pulled out the last of spines. He kept them. They might have some use later.

"You never said why we need to leave now. Please elaborate. Assume we know shit about this world, since I doubt that is an exaggeration."

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#527

For a moment, Celsia looked at the elven priestess, taking her measure with eyes carven from the same icy depths as the glacier-heart that she had proffered to the alchemist. When she spoke at last, her voice was as soft as snowfall, her tone a studied neutral, without approval or disapproval, despite her accent being foreign to the region. "You are foreign to this place, even more so than me. Yet, you have been chosen, elf-woman. Your Goddess has made you one of Her conduits into this world. What you can use of it at your discretion will forever be limited; but Hers - when She speaks through you, the world listens. When your purpose is Hers, when Her will is your faith, there is no limit." And then she falls silent once more, letting the guests to this place try to gain understanding.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#528

"I know, I know" Echo nodded. "It's rather kind of her - considering she is a goddess of death - to leave it to my discretion who should be healed, his demise delayed."
She shrugged then. "It's just, my deeply ingrained irreverence does get the better of me at times, especially as a defense mechanism against such pervading gloom and despair."
Then, she whispered to Val: "Yes, I do have a WIS bonus, and it tells me that I should pick also spells other than healing. My point about prevention being superior to treatment still stands - I work in vaccine development, for frag's sake."

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#529

"If time is of import why delay us with silence? Tell us what needs be done and let us get on with it." Lucky growled,shaking himself and peering out the window into the gloom, "I do not wish to spend the night outside among the thorn slingers, and Spider will not last till the morning I fear."

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#530

"Oh right, 1st ed - no on the fly swapping for healing. Maybe in this world.." val trailed off.

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#531

"I'll pray for this to happen then, but given the portfolio of Lady and her penchant for black lace, I think my improvised caresses might be less than pleasant."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#532

She tapped her cigarette to shake off the ash as she responded to Val. "You don't need me. Your friends clearly know everything about anything. They'll fix your this one up shortly, I'm sure."

Turning her attention to the wolf she leaned forward to stare it down. "Because it is time you learn actions have consequence. None of you have considered an apology; your pride is more valuable to you than your 'friend'. Be it corruption or your nature I will not indulge abusive behavior." Leaning back again her face became shrouded in smoke.

"I'm not called 'the magnanimous alchemist of the swamp'."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#533

"On behalf of my companions, we are sorry to have brought chaos and disorder to your home. As guest we should have treated you better. In way of defense, we have been under ceaseless attack since we entered this world.We are tired, injured and persecuted, so our manners are somewhat lacking. We also have expended most of our resources saving another of our party from the same condition, and are unlikely to save this one ourselves."

Val made to start to clean up the broken glass scattered about. Who knows, the alchemist likely could reform the glass herself.

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#534

"Sorry for bringing chaos and disorder? Bloody hell, she set me on fire!"

Mystic hefted Headtaker, blood boiling. A second later, he lowered it.

"Wait, is this the alchemist who's supposed to save Spiderheart? Also the one we're supposed to find?"

Despite lowering the weapon, he couldn't help but feel a little sad at not using it and his eyes darted to its beautiful curves once or twice.

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#535

"Yes. Considering she didn't follow up with anything more lethal,either to you or us, I expect there was a reason for it."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#536

"Thank you." She gestured to Val to emphasize the words were meant for no one else. Tipping to her left she snaked a hand into a drawer and removed a pouch. "I can slow the poison, enough for you to make the four day trip to the southwestern cave and back, but I cannot cure it without the fat and teeth from the creature that lives there." She held a pinch of back tar in front of Spiderheart, saying "aah" until he obliged.

Walking over to the fighter she offered a smaller sized pinch from the pouch. "I am sorry. I wasn't sure if you would have preferred fire or the flesh-eating beetles so I erred on the side which would not endanger others." She sucked the remaining residue from her thumb and forefinger before finally turning to Silveressa.

"I can also rid you of your crotch-fruit. It may make you less moody, and the swamp is no place for a morn-sick woman much less an infant." As she replaced the pouch she added a final thought. "For my edification, is everyone who participated in the ceremony here? Where I come from deamon worshipers are not stupid enough to summon into their own bodies, so the culprit would be the one who played a lead role in the proceedings yet was left behind."

MM: If you take the offered tar ask Muro what Opium does for you. It won't kick in immediately and will last a fair while.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#537

"Flesh-eating beetles? Uhh..." Mystic shuddered.

"So... this cave creature has a head, right? And a neck?"

Mystic began unconsciously drumming his fingers on the shaft of Headtaker.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#538

Turning to Spiderheart, Tusserk knelt down to speak quietly to him. “How far to the monastery? You mentioned that it might be a better chance if the Alchemist was not willing to help. Due to us bringing chaos to her house I do not think the mission she is thinking of will be as easy as it sounds.”

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#539

Lucky flattened his ears at the notion of leaving behind Willem in this woman's dubious care, "I for one, would never leave a child in the care of anyone that refers to him as crotch fruit, let alone one a child I have sworn an oath to protect." He looked to Silveressa for confirmation, placing a protective paw gently on the boys shoulder. "That last thing we need is this worlds version of Flemeth raising Willem here to be some type of neurotic Morrigan in the event we fail to return." He told Silveressa quietly, trusting she would grasp the Dragon Age reference.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#540

Leaning in to sniff lightly at the paste on the other monk’s mouth. “An opiate? Lovely, how long before the opiate paste enters the bloodstream and renders him worthless for a few hours or longer?” Tusserk looks to the rest of the group for an answer.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#541

Heading back to the rest of the group Gyma stopped by Sil's side and, in Elven, asked "You and your wolf are protecting the child, yes? I ask because it is likely that the monk wouldn't be able to survive a journey to his monastery, and even there there is no, what is the word, sure thing, or guarantee, that they will be able to cure him. We may also need to leave him here to make better time to this cave, and a monster infested cave is no place to be taking a child either. I don't know why he's following you, and I don't believe the stories they tell in bars of Elves abducting children to raise as their own, but it is possibly best that the child stay here as well, if we can convince her to shelter them. And, like those stories, stories about witches living in wild lands are similar. A person can always claimed that it happened to a friend of a friend, but in ordinary times it does not."

Stopping to let her think, Gyma returned to the discussion at hand, "This cave, if you may madam, how far is it from here? I ask because it would be most prudent should we have all the information available to us, that we might make the most intelligent decision possible in these trying times. And I would like to, once again, apologize on behalf of my companions for your window, I'm given to understand that it can be quite trying to find a quality glazier in these uncivilized lands."

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#542

Silveressa's eyes narrowed at the alchemists oblique reference to Wilem, her tone growing colder by several degrees, nodding firmly at Lucky's words. "Wilem is not my child, I am unable to conceive offspring, at least in my human body back on earth," she conceded off handedly, "But he has been adopted by Lucky and me as our own, and I do not seek to rid myself of him like some unwanted burden, truly you think us so heartless?"

She glanced over at Tusserk his question making her roll her eyes and sigh, "Lovely, drugging our fighter so he's easy prey for the horrors of the swamp, unless you have an antidote, perhaps you can look after him instead while we attempt to save Spiderheart? Or has he ingested it yet Tusserk?"

She listened to Hyma's words thoughtfully, eying the Alchemist reluctantly, "I have my doubts about her child care skills, and to clarify Wilhem was rescued not kidnapped, a troll was about to dine upon him until interrupted by us and the boys father, who did not survive the encounter. The child's mother was already among the trolls victims, thus his well being became our responsibility, and Lucky is a bit over protective concerning him, and Wilhem helps keep his more feral nature in check."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#543

"I think all is clear then? Spiderheart - we entrust you to the care of this charming lady, who will be reimbursed for her effort in coin, service and goodwill. Let's make haste."
She turned around.
"Crotch fruit" she snickered, shaking her head as she strode out.

"So much for finally drying my stuff."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#544

Amid the chaos of the group's.. tussling, Celsia waited after addressing the priestess, quietly, as still as the waters of the swamp outside, as she watched the little homunculii work. As they started to leave, though, she let her eyes drift outside, then go back to the Alchemist. "I will accompany them. You value your solitude, and I shall not keep it from you." A moment more, and she nodded, as if listening to a voice not her own. "And I apologize for being one of those who broke that silence. I thank you for aiding us despite that."

It took her little to prepare herself once more for the cold and wet of the swamp; little more than simply walking out into it. She was at home in that dampness, even if it was ever so slightly.. off.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#545

Lucky snorted at the suggestion of leaving Wilem in the alchemists care, "Do you really think a woman who has referred to him as crotch fruit and offered to rid us of him like some unwanted sack of expired potatoes would be willing, or even capable of caring for him in a manner conducive to his well being?" He shook his head, "The boy comes with us, Silveressa and I will protect him, with our lives if need be." He glanced up at his mate for guidance, the canine part of him urging him into submission to whatever she chose, but the human side of her feeling a motherly sense of protection for the boy, and the Dire wolf aspect harboring an instinctual distrust of this newly met stranger with a penchant for lightning people aflame without warning.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#546

Turning to Spiderheart, Tusserk knelt down to speak quietly to him. “How far to the monastery? You mentioned that it might be a better chance if the Alchemist was not willing to help. Due to us bringing chaos to her house I do not think the mission she is thinking of will be as easy as it sounds.”

"D-day...a days travvebbbrle...pain so much...t-too late", Spiderheart closed his eyes, for maybe the last time as a man of flesh.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#547

Honey picked up where she left off with the ingredients on the table. "His was a low dosage. The effects will be minor and wear off an hour into your two-day trip to the southwest." She looked directly at Gyma as she emphasized her words, muttering about having to repeat herself.

"Given your avoidance and hubris the answer to my question was 'no'. What is this nonsense about the boy? I'm talking about your pregnan-" She looked up from her work, having come to a realization, and gave a slight 'heh' of amusement before returning to it. "Of course. That would require an actual lifetime of memories rather than a few induced fabrications, and you're too willfully ignorant to actually hear my words. I will not continue to waste them on you."

As Celsia turned back to her in the otherwise empty (excepting Spiderheart) cottage she nodded. "If every visitor was more like you than them I wouldn't live out here." She discretely pressed two healing flasks into her hands. "One is for you, that you may return safely and cleanse the fountain. The other is for the boy and no one else. His 'parents' seem desperate to kill him." She adds as an afterthought, "Please convince them to thank me in something other than coin, I have more of it than the dracolisk."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#548

"Umm, this might be a stupid question, but is there a safer way out of here?"

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#549

For an answer Myst got a door slam, and a soulless Homunculus stare through the window...

The magical mists outside Honey's house were gone now. A cold, persistent breeze greeted them instead, as they loitered about checking for needlemen. The creatures were nowhere to be seen, and Lucky, who now knew their "wet grass" scent, did not detect any stragglers.

Echo and Sil were chatting a bit farther afield than the others, still annoyed at the Alchemist.

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Somewhere not too far away, two bounty-hunters shared a flimsy meal and fire. Quite different from one another, the first was a man in robes, while the second...something else entirely.

"The elves will pay good coin."

"There are too many of them."

"I have a plan."

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#550

"You know, we might be able drug it. I grabbed that opium on the way out. Don't ask."

"What is _it_ anyway. I didn't hear, and it might be important... It is important."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#551

"What is a Draco-lisk?" Willem innocently asked Lucky at that very same moment, batting his big blue, innocent eyes.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#552

"Seriously? A Dracolisk? We can't be serious? And we're bringing along a kid. And I still have fucking holes in me too. Big ass lizard, breath weapon, Gaze attack. That alchemist likely sent us there to kill us."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#553

One quick, fluid motion pocketed all three of the proffered philters with the same liquid grace as a flowing river, as the icy knight nodded. "Mm. I am certain there will be something more than teeth and fat to be had, presuming that we survive. If we do not, my Lady will surely find another way to bless you for your aid." A dracolisk would be... a tactical challenge, she knew. Especially with these aliens, who seemed determined to pull apart. She would need to be on her toes. Last to leave, Celsia followed the group from the hut, expecting little challenge from them as to why.

"It is such a beast. She would prefer that we kill it, not the other way around. It is claws and teeth and stone and poison, but it is a mortal beast, and legend ascribes it weaknesses of it's own. It is ours to take advantage of them. If naught else, it has angered my Goddess. That alone shall seal its death."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#554

"Care to relay the legends that describe it's weaknesses before we get to the cave?"

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#555

Silveressa raised an eye brow at the news she was pregnant, giving Lucky a pleased smile that was interrupted with a flash of anger with how casually the woman had offered to remove her unborn child, did she value life so little?. "Before I take my leave simply answer me this, assuming you are correct in your deductions, is there a way for Lucky and me to remain here without a limit of several months on our life spans, and if so what would that be?" She waited briefly for an answer, giving Lucky a we need to talk look, hurrying to catch up with her companions after receiving her answer.

(Wording it this way so as not to hold up the game with an extended rp scene between my char and the alchemist since we all seem eager to leave on our quest.)

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#556

"It still *could* be mine" Echo laid an arm around Sil's waist. "You never know."
Wink, wink, nudge nudge.

She turned then to Celsia: "A dracolisk. Sounds... intimidating. Can we take it? You seem to know the legend at least - so, please share?"

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#557

Whatever Honey had told Silveressa in answer, was between them...

The swamp was depressing. Some thought of home, some of dracolisks, some of pregnancies, as they trudged through the muck. They waited for the mysterious new paladin to share her thoughts on Dracolisks...

The elves, Lucky and Celsia seemed to glide, but the others were having a bit rougher time of it, splashing and sinking about.

They had found Al. They had found the damn Alchemist the damn professor disguised as a damn miniature fire elemental had told them to find. And what the hell good did that do? Now they were searching for a Dracolisk's lair to save some bald monk with fanciful dreams, from becoming permanent masonry.

This was not how their usual gaming nights went.

They were a day and a half into their trip, when Lucky caught a scent. Smelled like rotten meat infused with rancid cheese and perfumed with putrefied fish. The smell remained on his snout throughout the rest of that afternoon. Pungent and seemingly everywhere at once.

As dusk approached they camped, amidst a copse of willows and spongy ground. Everything was damp. No fire wood about.

According to the Alchemist's vague directions, they should currently be right dab smack in the middle of Dracolisk territory. So somewhere around here there had to be a cave. And the befouled pool Celsia was searching for.

How big would a Dracolisk's territory be anyway? About that of a Siberian tiger's? Smaller than a dragon's, greater than a basilisk's?

Mystic's bald head and headtaker's, shone beneath an early moon, as the sky slowly darkened around the companions. Tusserk seemed glum. Val annoyed. Celsia, fluid yet determined, brimming with purpose. Echo, Lucky, and Sil unreadable masks, though the trio did a lot of quiet chatting between over these last two days. Gyma was effusive as usual.

The fledgling explorer was impressed with the gloomy terrain. In the past two days of travel he had discovered a heretofore unknown fungus he had dubbed Frogtears and a cerulean newt the size of a fattened hedgehog. When he wasn't exploring the flora and fauna, or lecturing the companions on the finer points of academia, Gyma was "identifying" bracers and books.*

(*see OOC in few hours. Also, everyone who's still hurt gets back 4 hit points.)

Well, at least there were no willow-o'-wisps about. Those things had a -8 armor class, as the professor was fond of reminding everyone during past *make-believe* swamp treks.

Somewhere a nightjar began its earnest evening song. Insects buzzed excitedly. Various unpleasant creatures plopped into the murky waters of the swamp, while others crawled forth, ready to worship the night once more.

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"New plan."

"Oh?"

"We simply wait for this thing to devour them. Pick off any survivors."

"I prefer a challenge."

"You should learn to prefer riches more. And be grateful my spell is keeping that wolf from sniffing us out...you especially."

"Hrmph"

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"We wait."

"That is all we ever do."

"We're elves, it is in our nature. Let the Grigs keep an eye on them for now."

"Why not just slay her now, instead?"

"Sure, and then *you* can explain to the council how we just slew our goddesses' proxy...or whatever she is. Besides, our last attack did not go so well, or have you forgotten? Never trust humans."

"What about the two bounty hunters? They plan an attack."

"And hopefully they succeed. Then we kill them rather than pay them. You see? And our hands are clean."

"I miss magic."

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#558

As they walked through the marshes towards the lair, Celsia had told the tales of the ancient ones that had stood against the dracolisks of the Witch Queen Manyo, made when she transformed her sisters, whose beauty she had been jealous of, into basilisks, and bred dragons upon them. Of how the warrior Gisa had polished the bronze of his shield until it shone golden-red with fire beneath the light of the sun, and how in the darkness, the first of the primordial dracolisks had gazed upon the shield, and died to its own eyes. Of how the wizard Hwahag had used illusion and trickery to deceive the second of the elder dracolisks into consuming saltpeter - and then used his magics to ignite its belly, causing it to explode. And of how Eongteol, the dwarf, had managed to cause himself to be consumed whole, and tore his way to the outside. Clinically, she noted that she did not particularly recommend that route.

In between the times, she had done what she could to tend to the remaining injuries of the others, to enhance the healing, and to at least ensure that clean water and even a touch of ice were available for MysticMoon's burns..

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#559

The following was written by Silveressa and me in google docs then edited for clarity.

A few days earlier inside Silveressa and Lucky’s tent….

“Do you think the alchemist spoke the truth? Or was it perhaps some attempt at payback for doubting her word on our limited life span?” the wolf asked Silveressa, flicking his tail in annoyance.

“She offered to help me be rid of our baby off handedly, as if it was of no great import so I very much doubt it.” She shook her head at the sentence, settling down on the bed roll and staring into Lucky’s eyes. “Still if she is correct, it’s something I never anticipated never even thought twice about, not after my hysterectomy when I was a teenager.” She turned to look down at the bedroll in embarrassment and discomfort at the memory.

“I heard Echo mention it may be hers, I know you two have been-” He paused, uncertain of the proper term for what they had been sharing, “Intimate? Unless Elves reproduce like Asari, I’m not sure it’s possible.” He finished, reaching out a paw to rest it lightly on her shoulder.

Silveressa sighed and reached out to gently caress the side of Lucky’s muzzle, “I’d have to do another magic delving to know for sure, and I’m not even certain if that's safe to do while pregnant, but I’m pretty sure if such a thing were possible then Echo would be with child as well since we both were intimate with each other equally,” She blushed slightly at the confession.

“Your mind is as keen as ever love,” He growled quietly, leaning into her hand contentedly. “So then we are agreed she was mistaken about us winking into existence?”

Silveressa nodded without hesitation, “There’s too many events that took place before our arrival for it to be otherwise, but the life span she may not be in error of, I asked her but she warned me I had wore out my welcome and shooed me off, and forcing an answer would compromise Spiderheart’s healing.” She looked at Lucky uncertainly, “You don’t have to stay with me you know, if you wanted to return to earth I wouldn’t blame you any.”

Lucky snorted at the notion, cringing as he noticed the spray of slime across the rangers face, before chuffing slightly in amusement. “Sorry, keep forgetting my nostrils are pointed forward.” He offered lamely, sitting back on his haunches and collecting his thoughts. “Like you mentioned, our bodies earth side are likely already incarcerated if not dead by the spirits of these bodies, so there’s nothing to return home to, and even if there was, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I left you here to face an uncertain future alone, that you are with my child only cements my decision not to abandon you both, no matter what may come.”

She smiled at his determination, wiping the wetness from her face before reaching out to embrace him, the musky scent of Dire Wolf by now a familiar cologne and sanctuary against the swamps pervasive stench. “Even if I had a more promising future back on earth than what was awaiting me, now I’m with child I would stay regardless, since to return home would be to condemn her to death.” She reached down to gently hold her belly, wondering quietly at the life that now dwelt within.

Lucky nodded in agreement, “I understand hon, I also doubt if we had been magicked into existence if you would have been able to get pregnant, so she is likely wrong about both our winking arrival and life span, how a hermit in the middle of the swamp could possibly know such about us before we even introduced ourselves has me suspicious.” He scratched at himself behind the ear in thought a moment. “With how many hidden forces are aligned against us she may be one more; it makes me wonder if this Dracolisk is even a menace, or if she is perhaps using us to be rid of an adversary?”

“Hmm?” Silveressa looked up from her brief reverie and thoughts of motherhood, Lucky’s insight making her pause in thought. “We could try speaking to it I suppose, it’s not as if we seriously have the weapons and numbers to readily defeat such a foe anyway, unless the mages within our group are far more formidable than they seem.”

Lucky bobbed his head in agreement, “They are neutral of alignment from what I remember from the D&D books, it may be willing to parley, maybe if we offered up that polearm of Mystic’s as tribute, it’s not doing him any favors from what I’ve seen.” He offered thoughtfully, laying down and yawning, a distinctly canine whine filling the tent.

“We can bring it up to the group next time we find an opportune moment, who knows, perhaps the dracolisk may have a cure for the stone venom of it’s own.” She slid around to snuggle against Lucky for warmth, the lack of flammable wood in the swamp making her all the more grateful for his furred comfort. “We need to find a time to speak with Echo in private about our child as well, she may have insight, or wish to become pregnant herself.” She let out a musical laugh at the expression that crossed Lucky’s face, “I was only joking about that last part lover, mostly.”

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Later on during the journey...

"Seriously? A Dracolisk? We can't be serious? And we're bringing along a kid. And I still have fucking holes in me too. Big ass lizard, breath weapon, Gaze attack. That alchemist likely sent us there to kill us."

Lucky looked up at the rogue and nodded, “You may be right, the alchemist could be using us as a tool to be rid of an adversary of hers, regardless, It’s not a fight I’m looking to pick either. From what I recall they are neutral in alignment, we may be able to parley with it, offer up that cursed polearm of Mystics as tribute, in return for a tooth and some fat, a wound Echo could readily heal from the beasts flank, assuming that is even a cure and the Alchemist isn’t leading us on a wild goose chase.” He flicked an ear and waited for everyone else’s response to his suggestion.

Re: Guardians of the Citadel

#560

"Fraid you recalled wrong. Hybrid child of Black Dragon and Basilisk, and stupid. Evil. And, if that polearms cursed, sorry mystic, an attempt to change its owner may be ... problematic."

"I still think a poisoned or otherwise trapped carcass would be the best opening move. Too bad its not really cold. Knew a trick the inuit used on polar-bears."