I had been asked if anything they would have done would have NOT ended up in a fight with the Trog and I did reveal what I had hinted at earlier - the Troglodyte is not like us and takes people at their word. If they had followed through on the deal without attempting to change it, that would have been good. THEN they could come up with another exchange or deal for the flail or key. But they didn't and d20s were flying, and the fight was very rough.
Follows:
TWO HUNDRED SIX
(I/C)
As the party drew closer, Brendon slid to the east wall making room for Abraxas to make his way up. “It should be easy as pie to talk to the Jailer and make a deal about the key,” he muttered sarcastically. “It was cake getting baby goo.” Looking at the open sack Kovid was holding, he cooed “How’s baby goo doing?”
“Now I want cake again,” Abraxas grumbled. “After this, Senor Limpwrist, you gotta do the cake spell.”
“Seriously, that is not how magic works,” Lannis growled quietly. Looking at the grinning troglodyte and the imposing figure of Hoots the Owlbear, he leaned towards the Fighter and hissed, “Well, I guess this is as good of a plan as we're going to get. I've heard worse, I'm coming around on it. Abraxas, whatever you do, please, for the love of all buxom bugbears, do not agree to make the hand off in his room. Please do it out here in the hallway."
“That is the plan.” The Fighter had once again replaced his Scythe on his back and plastered a smile on his face as he made his way to the front. Kovid and Lannis each pressed their towels towards their face as the reek from the Troglodyte filled the air. "Hola, Señor Yailer,” he said loudly, hand raised in greeting. “We come bearing the fruit of Lolth's loins to offer as your newest charge.”
“Nice, Mammal,” the Troglodyte answered, looking the group over. “I assssume it isss there in that sssack?”
Kovid lifted the sack and tilted it so he could see the fleshy membraned figure within.
“We would like to discuss other options,” Abraxas continued. “Namely the Key and the Flail around your neck.”
“No.”
“I will start by letting…Excuse me, you said no?” Abraxas seemed flustered.
“Correct. We had a deal. You get me the Key and the Charge. That wasss it.” He shifted his feet, talons clicking on the ground. “You alssso took the time to reiterate and confirm the deal before sssetting off.”
Abraxas flexed his jaw, reaffirmed his smile, and waved his hand casually. “Mis amigos y yo know you want that key as a way to show defiance to Corgleshart. But WE need the key to access the Vault. After that, we do not need the key anymore and we could turn it over to you, no problemo.”
“You can give the Key to me now.” He pointed at the dwarf. “Being that you were able to accessss the chessst and free the eleventh child from the Mother of Monssstersss letsss me know that you have it.”
Mouth pursing and brows lowering, the Fighter added, “You know, we have hidden the key for the purpose of this conversation. I felt it would be prudent to our safety and trust to let you know that right away.” (Cha checks: >Blue 16 (+3) vs Black 10 (+2) – both failed and both realizing this is not going well)
“Ssso I noted.” The Jailer was looking over the group quickly. “I alssso note that your elf isss not here. Ssso I would guess he isss hiding in Lolth’sss Grotto with the key or made hisss was to the cave locustsss and is crouching in wait there.”
“Listen, Senor, we would still consider you the owner of the Key, we are just holding…”
“Sssimple Mammalsss.” He reached up and idly gripped the handle of the flail around his neck. “Alwaysss you plot and ssscheme and change the rulesss.” The nauseous reek was getting worse (save start of next post) as the Troglodyte was showing his frustration. “Ssso sssimple now. Key and Charge. Give them both to me now. No implied threatsss. No ssspeech. NOW!” (Reaction roll: -1 penalty: 1+5=6-1 = 5 – Hostile)
Brendon who was watching carefully, (<Find +20%, Red 33) could see in the shadows just past the now standing and aggressive Owlbear, that there was another creature moving low to the ground by its legs.
“Yailer…Curgsnot…”
That was as far Abraxas got before the Jailer pulled the heavy silvered flail from his neck, rasping “FINE!” and Hoots let forth a trumpeting “ROOOHAAAAA,” beak opened wide and feathered claws upraised.
(Initiative: Party Steel 4 vs Enemy Red/Black 3)
Time now is Day 6, 12:10 PM
(OOC)
Wyn, you are invisible another 30 minutes or if you do something aggressive – ie light spell at the Owlbear’s eyes. There WILL be a nausea check at the start of the Trog’s round, so be aware – this is your only opportunity to not possibly have a -2 to your checks. Also, Trog is not classified as a person so Hold Person will not work on it. And Dean, Hoots is an Owlbear and based upon his size and strength, if you target him with a web he can shred through it in 2 rounds if he fails his save, no time if he makes his save. And don’t forget, something else right behind Hoots. Good luck!!
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