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[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "But we're speaking Common. The word you're looking for is 'Undead'."
Knowledge (Religion): +9. Are undead exclusively Evil?

[Nerjin]

Spoiler: Vicnan (click to show/hide)

[[K(R): 9+9: Unintelligent undead are no more evil than a hammer or a dagger. They are simply tools. Intelligent undead can go anywhere between good to evil. A decent majority are, however, evil. However, good undead are not unheard of among humanoids.

[Nerjin]

With that, the group set out leaving behind Eileen and Captain Grey as the only line of defense. The outgoing group arrived at The Curator's treasure pile about an hour and a half later due to getting slightly lost on the way.

Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, there was a large skeleton which appeared to have two heads instead of one.

"You do not have my teapot... But you do have a monk. How strange." The Curator appeared to be in his passive state. The massive skull laying atop the pile with no light to speak of in the sockets of its eyes.

Turning towards you Isotini whispered "Are we certain about this?"

[Flying Dice]

Lora whispers back cheekily, "Not a whit, boyo."

[Nerjin]

"I grow less sure of this by the minute. How do we know we can trust this creature?"

"The fact that I haven't stormed your precious monastery to retrieve what I desire should be enough. But in the long run you do not. However, I grow impatient to have it, as does the bugbear."

[Flying Dice]

"Better than the other choice, no?"

[Nerjin]

For a moment Isotini appears to be having a violent argument within himself before he sighs "We will give you the Teapot..."

You can almost hear a smile in the Curator's voice "Excellent however, there is the issue of payment."

"Payment!? We are giving you one of the worlds most dangerous relics! You ask too much for payment besides!"

"Not for myself. But for them."

"Why would you pay them?"

[Flying Dice]

Lora pauses for a moment, "Wait, was that what these lackwits were jabbering on about when we met ye afore? Funny, that -- I's the only one to remember that ye even existed when the need for a keeper came, and I was half-'sleep when we firs' met."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Vicnan shrugs humbly and bluffs, "I gave your chance to shine."

[Flying Dice]

"Gold don't shine, boyo, it gleams. Though I can't fault ye for coverin' for yer shyness or poor mem'ry, I'd do the same were I not so wonderful."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Boyo? I'm easily twice as old as you!"

[Flying Dice]

"I've nary a clue what uncivilized corner o' the world ye come from, but 'boyo' ain't being associated with youth. But since ye be rejectin' my sign o' camaraderie out o' some innate sense o' inferiority, don't be expectin' it to make another appearance very soon," she snorts.

[Nerjin]

"What are you talking about!?" Isotini seems to be... slighly miffed judging by his ever reddening face.

"You mortals are far too impatient... Still, bring the Teapot. Send it with them and them alone. Oh, and bring the elf."

"Wh... Oh fine. Whenever my enterouge is ready I shall head out. You should have the Teapot within the day."

"I look forward to it." For the first time in this conversation the Curator's eye socket had a pinprick of light within it.

[Flying Dice]

"Well, Lora grins as she dusts her empty hands, "All's settled an' that bugbear whatsit won't be getting 'is dirty hands on that teapot... whatever 'e wants it for."

[kj1225]

Kyle nods. He still had a problem with the curator.