Birthright: The Worm's Supper, Chapter Four

[Adam]

Cranstel leans conspiratorily with Safana. "I think it may, at that. Swing by the laboratory, later, and we'll see what we can do.

[Adam]

Cormac reaches into a pack, pulling out a Goodberry. "This'll fill ye up, beastie," he says, flipping it to the creature.

[ewancummins]

The Foul Pit

Searchers

Cormac reaches into a pack, pulling out a Goodberry. "This'll fill ye up, beastie," he says, flipping it to the creature.

The monster catches the berry in its open mouth.
It closes its mouth with a wet smack.
Then it opens its mouth again and says in DWARVISH,"Good!"
It shuffles closer, moving through the muck on thick legs." Little food, big fill."
The thing waggles its slimy tentacles at the party. It reaches down and splashes a pool of brown water near Cormac.
"You poop? I like poop."


(OOC it speaks Dwarf tongue. If your PC does not know that language, he does not understand what it is saying. )

[Adam]

Cormac looks at the others, hoping they understand the gist of what the thing is saying.

"Ye don' speak Elven, do ye beastie?"

[Varrus the Ethical]

Searchers

Roald stands still, letting Cormac continue his conversation in dwarven gibberish to the sewer beast.

[ewancummins]

Cormac looks at the others, hoping they understand the gist of what the thing is saying.

"Ye don' speak Elven, do ye beastie?"

"No. Elves bad. Orog bad. You good. You give food."
It waggles a tentacle at one of the grated chutes near the ceiling.
"Elves. Poop!"
It points its other long ropey arm at a large bronze hatch on the floor, half hidden in the slime.
"Orogs. Other food..." It makes a wet smacking noise, followed by a belly rumble.

The creature trundles to the left on its three thick legs, fishes about in a sunken section of the floor, and comes up with a small object dripping filth. It approaches Cormac and thrusts the item towards him. This close, the Druid and his companions see that the object is a wooden doll dressed in rotted clothing. Bits of moldy yellow yarn cling to the doll's faceless head.
"I give you."

[Adam]

Cormac takes the doll, nodding gratefully. "Thank ye', beastie. An' I assure ye', next time we poop, we'll bring it right down here fer ye'."

He wipes some of the muck off of the doll, looking to see if it resembles something a human would have. "Have ye' seen any other folk down here? Not elves or Orogs?"

[ewancummins]

Cormac takes the doll, nodding gratefully. "Thank ye', beastie. An' I assure ye', next time we poop, we'll bring it right down here fer ye'."

He wipes some of the muck off of the doll, looking to see if it resembles something a human would have. "Have ye' seen any other folk down here? Not elves or Orogs?"

The doll looks much like something a human child might use as a toy.

The creature says,
"Small ones. Before. Elves give. Orogs take. One drop that."

[Adam]

Cormac looks grim at the mention of "little ones."

"Can ye show us where the little ones are...or were?"

[ewancummins]

Cormac looks grim at the mention of "little ones."

"Can ye show us where the little ones are...or were?"

The shambling filth-eater thrusts a tentacle-pad at the bronze hatchway in the floor, which it had pointed out earlier.
''Down. Orogs take."

It trundles over to the hatchway, grips the edges with both tentacles, and twists the metal cover loose.

[Adam]

The grim expression does not abate and in fact deepens at the thought of the children being taken by the Orogs.

"Here's an idea, beastie," he says, "We're gonna go down there, an' probably kill a lot o' them Orogs. I know you think they're tasty. How'd ye like to tag along an' lend a hand...er tentacle?"

[ewancummins]

The grim expression does not abate and in fact deepens at the thought of the children being taken by the Orogs.

"Here's an idea, beastie," he says, "We're gonna go down there, an' probably kill a lot o' them Orogs. I know you think they're tasty. How'd ye like to tag along an' lend a hand...er tentacle?"

"I eat? Good. I come."

[Adam]

Cormac gives him a wolf-grin.

"Righ', well, let's be on with it, then." He looks to the others and moves toward the hole.

[Varrus the Ethical]

Searchers

Roald glances at Cormac, then to the beast, and then back to Comrac.

"So, uh, did we just make a new friend?"

[Lord Skybolt]

At the Meeting :

Gunnar walks into meeting and sits down after giving a greetings to those present . He pulls out a parchment and begins to speak:" After I spoke to the prisoner he was much more forth coming and I have some very pertain information he gave to me . I had someone take it down as he talked ." It's not like he could write it down after our "talk" anyway . Gunnar looks down at a piece of parchment as he speaks:

"He gave his name as Lachlann.
As I suspected he confirms he is an agent of the Manslayer. His mission was to aid the Crone in disrupting the marriage of the Duke and Soraene Alam and stirring up strife between the two duchies.
If he had a chance to kill either of them, he is to do so, but not by exposing himself to identification and capture.The Manslayer wants no peace between Tuornen nor Alamie, and certainly no alliance. All this should be accomplished using the Crone, her thugs, and her monstrous tools. "

Gunnar pauses and says:"He also gave a possible location of where the Crone maybe at this time as well ."