Kas the Allseeing
With the first of the Ruby Caves cleared out of the wererat infestation and the gelatinous cubes herded into the dark chasm, the Misfit Six set to mining. The goblins were hard at work. Safad tried to swing a pick with mage hand. Slothrop looked around for things to steal and rubies to filch. Zireael, Ironica, and Dala’gse rested, but even though the wererat bites looked better, Zireael and Dala’gse looked haggard.
The group then set out to explore further into the cave complex. They went down a corridor for a ways until they came upon two hobgoblins standing guard, sporting two herald flags with a large eye ringed by eleven smaller eyes. They told the Misfit Six to stop in their tracks, that they were trespassing on the border of Kas the Allseeing’s kigdom, and they must give something of the bounty they had discovered in Myth Sveldin’s depths, since it was Kas’s, rightfully.
Kas the who? The group asked. Twelve-Eye Kas, of course, the Hobgolblins responded. The group didn’t believe them, but a Safad had an inkling that it might be a beholder. A few of the group thought the hobgoblins were bluffing. Ironica decided better to just cast a generic Beholder illusion and see what happened. Well, the Hobgolins took a knee, bowing to their ruler, while the group took advantage and stabbed multiple daggers into their backs. Slothrop surreptitiously searched the bodies and found some solid loot.
A voice further down the corridor evidently heard the clatter of steel on stone, and called down after its companions. The group approached, with the illusory Kas leading Dala’gse. The Hobgoblin looked like some sort of military leadership, a captain perhaps, and also took a reverent knee before the great Kas. Safad sent a magical whisper to it that the dwarf was a special new guest. The captain asked if he should take the dwarf to onboarding. The group replied by assaulting the captain from around the corner, and using their newfound Rope of Binding to tie it up. After they interrogated it sufficiently to learn that this Kas fellow might actually be a real Beholder, and after it had screamed for help at the top of its lungs, Slothrop had just one more question for him. Why was his throat smiling? The Hobgoblin was confused, throat smiling? But when he looked down, sure enough, there was a thick red smile across his neck, that kept thickening and growing. The captain never looked up.
Not wanting to meet the captain’s sovereign, the group set off at a run back toward Statue square. Zireael’s alarm spell sounded as some creature passed the first barrier he had set up. The group kicked it in to high gear, and came to a sudden halt as they heard a weak-voiced “psssst” just passed where the Umber Hulk had burrowed into the passageway’ wall. It was a wounded drow elf, dressed in fancy garb, well-heeled boots, and a wide brimmed hat. He introduced himself as Laxle Do’Ridd, and said if they lent him some healing he would be happy to share his hideaway and offer discounts on some of the items he’s stashed around Myth Sveldin.
The Misfit Six followed him to a little nook that would have been inaccessible save for the Umber Hulk’s tunneling. Laxle told them he thought there were a number of these nooks, and he only discovered it accidentally after he bumped into, err, through, an illusory wall while skulking around the dungeon. He followed the crawlspace to the nook and set up his camp. Laxle told them they were nigh impossible to find unless you could pass through stone. Safad took issue with this. Impossible? Shouldn’t there be a systematic way to search all surfaces of Myth Sveldin’s many corridors to identify three foot sections that were illusory wall? Zireael rolled his eyes.
The nook turned out to be an old library, and Po Trout got to work researching what he could learn about the city’s blueprints, history, the Fey, M’balu, and sheetmusic. The group rested.
The group then set out to explore further into the cave complex. They went down a corridor for a ways until they came upon two hobgoblins standing guard, sporting two herald flags with a large eye ringed by eleven smaller eyes. They told the Misfit Six to stop in their tracks, that they were trespassing on the border of Kas the Allseeing’s kigdom, and they must give something of the bounty they had discovered in Myth Sveldin’s depths, since it was Kas’s, rightfully.
Kas the who? The group asked. Twelve-Eye Kas, of course, the Hobgolblins responded. The group didn’t believe them, but a Safad had an inkling that it might be a beholder. A few of the group thought the hobgoblins were bluffing. Ironica decided better to just cast a generic Beholder illusion and see what happened. Well, the Hobgolins took a knee, bowing to their ruler, while the group took advantage and stabbed multiple daggers into their backs. Slothrop surreptitiously searched the bodies and found some solid loot.
A voice further down the corridor evidently heard the clatter of steel on stone, and called down after its companions. The group approached, with the illusory Kas leading Dala’gse. The Hobgoblin looked like some sort of military leadership, a captain perhaps, and also took a reverent knee before the great Kas. Safad sent a magical whisper to it that the dwarf was a special new guest. The captain asked if he should take the dwarf to onboarding. The group replied by assaulting the captain from around the corner, and using their newfound Rope of Binding to tie it up. After they interrogated it sufficiently to learn that this Kas fellow might actually be a real Beholder, and after it had screamed for help at the top of its lungs, Slothrop had just one more question for him. Why was his throat smiling? The Hobgoblin was confused, throat smiling? But when he looked down, sure enough, there was a thick red smile across his neck, that kept thickening and growing. The captain never looked up.
Not wanting to meet the captain’s sovereign, the group set off at a run back toward Statue square. Zireael’s alarm spell sounded as some creature passed the first barrier he had set up. The group kicked it in to high gear, and came to a sudden halt as they heard a weak-voiced “psssst” just passed where the Umber Hulk had burrowed into the passageway’ wall. It was a wounded drow elf, dressed in fancy garb, well-heeled boots, and a wide brimmed hat. He introduced himself as Laxle Do’Ridd, and said if they lent him some healing he would be happy to share his hideaway and offer discounts on some of the items he’s stashed around Myth Sveldin.
The Misfit Six followed him to a little nook that would have been inaccessible save for the Umber Hulk’s tunneling. Laxle told them he thought there were a number of these nooks, and he only discovered it accidentally after he bumped into, err, through, an illusory wall while skulking around the dungeon. He followed the crawlspace to the nook and set up his camp. Laxle told them they were nigh impossible to find unless you could pass through stone. Safad took issue with this. Impossible? Shouldn’t there be a systematic way to search all surfaces of Myth Sveldin’s many corridors to identify three foot sections that were illusory wall? Zireael rolled his eyes.
The nook turned out to be an old library, and Po Trout got to work researching what he could learn about the city’s blueprints, history, the Fey, M’balu, and sheetmusic. The group rested.
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