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[Flying Dice]

"Oh, for- fine, fine, don't mind anything else, let's go chasing after voices in your head."

Follow.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Aldeth nods hurriedly and runs off to the Kenku to ask them to not blow up the mountain yet, please.

[Criptfeind]

Sarco considers pressing the matter of the false coin bag, but when he hears that a chick might be in trouble decides to drop it.

"That is the sound that one of your chicks might make in distress? Certainly we must rescue it!"

Sarco hurries off in the direction that the sound came from.

[scriver]

((Is it too early to bump yet? :V))

[Dwarmin]

The party quickly moves in the direction of the cry for help-only a short distance away down an adjoining hallway, they spot the little baby bird sitting in the middle of a corridor. It doesn't seem injured, perhaps just scared and unwilling to move.

As soon as the party gets close, it looks up at Kawtari and repeats its' call, holding out it's tiny arms to her to pick it up.

---

Speak to the pirates.

"Come on lads. 'Er says we're only a short walk from a town - Omlett, she called it - and that she and these birdtypes are gonna be picked up soon. If we kill them and take what they have, they'll hunt us down like dogs. If we act all peaceful like with 'em, then we can get enough to eat to walk up to Omlett, and then get enough food and directions to get back to sea. Maybe then you can go back and find your beloved captain what did you over, eh? Look, I don't like her, but I think she speaks the truth. We might be able to kill'em right quick, but they'll be avenged before we've even digested the vittles we steal..."

"...then we best kill em quick, eh Cap'n Shorty? Before they friends arrive!"

...

It occurs to Feclan that these lot are really a bit more murderous than your previous crew, and not at all reasonable. That's not totally a detriment on some situations, but...

As the pirates begin a ragged charge once more, Feclan sees the first reinforcements begin to drop down from the sky on swift Raven mounts of their own...he notes they are the same people from his dream, earlier.

He feels it's his time to make that choice.

[Flying Dice]

"If we are quite done with the heroics, we are lea-ving!"

Make like a tree and getouddadere.

[lawastooshort]

”Bleedin’ hell, little left for it, I guess… Eejits. Probably can’t get on the right side in time, so I guess I need to make it obvious what side I’m on… Bastards are going to get me killed and them too. Always knew I’d be killed by an idiot.”

Open fire! Fire an arrow at the lead (orc) pirate.

”Hold fast yer bloodthirsty heathen! That’s a warning shot yer blighter – hold fast and put down your weapons or the next goes in your eye!”

In between shouting and firing, try to attract the attention of the airborne cavalry to make it obvious I am not foe.

[GiglameshDespair]

Kawtari picked up the chick, tenderly, before turning.
"+Hold tight, little one.+"

Head back with haste.

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Kawtari saw the tiny figures below begin to approach the downed bird. If they sought to injure the chicks, she'd... well, they'd not enjoy nor survive the experience she was about to give them.

[scriver]

Seeing the chick taken care off, Tadhg too heads back with haste!

[Dwarmin]

Kawtari picked up the chick, tenderly, before turning.
"+Hold tight, little one.+"

Head back with haste.

Kawtari's hands gingerly reach for the chick, which look up at her appealingly...and pass right through. It's an illusion!

She looks up in time to see a large, Draconic maw looming from the shadows in a previously smooth section of ceiling. The Kenku warrior feels an queer tingling in her feathers and reacts on pure instinct, somersaulting backwards as some sort of intangible blue energy sweeps through the area she just occupied-she manages to just catch the edge of it, and feels a momentary, terrifying sensation of her flesh being cooked, as if by electricity-followed by a vicious downward slam as the force grabs(?) her and throws her down the ground-she feels like her equipment (thankfully not fully metallic) was subjected to a powerful force which she knows is produced by a 'lodestone' the sort used in a compass, which attracts metal-she is not sure of the technical term (Samara is) which is better known as 'magnetism'. Her own weapons, mask and even the studs on her armor drag her to the ground-very painfully.

-14 HP, Knocked Prone

...

Spoiler: Ion Cannon (click to show/hide)

Kawtari DEX save for half [19+4=23], vs target 13 (Advantage)
Pass
Damage=28/2=14 Force

Secondary effect
Kawtari STR save [6+2=8], vs target 13

"Exxxxxcellent reflexes, Avian." purrs a queerly smooth and gentle reptilian voice, from the hatch in the ceiling-previously concealed by illusion.

"My dear mother...once told me the best bait for heroes was the cry of a lost child...how they come running..." it comments darkly, smugness oozing from every amplified word.

[GiglameshDespair]

Kawtari painfully tried to shove herself to her feet. She'd always had a soft side for chicks - maybe becasue she had no intentions of having any herself, with her nature tainted as it was.

"No chance... I'd risk... leaving one behind..."
She hissed in pain and tried to look up to what had attacked her.

[Dwarmin]

Kawtari can only see the shadow of teeth and horns that her mind associates with...Dragon.

"A noble gesture. Idealism comes at a cost, though does it not?" the voice suggests, seemingly considering your words. "In any case, your name is 'Kawtari; isn't?

I must thank you, dear avian. You have been a great aid to me, though doubtless...undesigned.

'We had a time limit, in that they planned to blow up the mountain' were your exact words. I do enjoy listening from afar! I had assumed they had a nasty surprise prepared, your foul bird kind. I could understand nothing of your wretched squawking words. So careful never to let a single word slip...well, It is good to know it's inexact nature, now. I will no doubt be able to neutralize this...problem. They should not ruin my new home.

Interesting that the Queen, my erstwhile ally, failed to mention this..."

You hear a low-throated chuckle.

"...You can run, now, little beings. I would have killed you all and thrown your bodies to the Harpies, but for an odd dream I had. Amusing, that it saved your lives...

You can do me a favor for this gift, of sparing you-spread the fear of me, the new ruler of this place-the great Dragon Ssej! It is wise of you to do so, for I will slaughter anyone who trespasses on my new domain, Avian, Man, Elf, kobold, or Lizardfolk-save those that bow to me. Spread my fear, and you will save lives. A very heroic ideal, don't you think?" It hisses.

There is a threatening silence.

[scriver]

Tadhg hesitates, weighing their options against each other, then runs over to Kawtari and helps it up. No point in wasting more time fighting this thing, they needed to get up before the burdmen started the destruction. They had to hope this thing couldn't stop that in time.

"Come on, we've got to go."

Offering his shoulders up for support if Kawtari needs it, Tadhg hurries as fast as they can manage back down the corridor.

[GiglameshDespair]

"Yes. Let's."

The bitter taste of failure filled her. Had she endangered her own kind?

[Criptfeind]

Sarco hissed in worry about a dragon being nearby, before nodding his head and hurrying back. the way he came.