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Tyrra CDQ: The Mine RP Thread

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ShiffDrgnhrt:
"So Vespero, if I may call you Vespero," Tyrra said, rubbing her hands together nervously, "what would help us convince you to help us?"  She glanced at Andrew, who was happily sketching what he considered an 'excellent specimen to beholder.'  Oh Andrew, she thought.  "I could potentially fetch you something interesting from the Temple of Aragen.  In fact, if you happen to have a tome that you no longer care for, I could perhaps use it to procure you something new and more fascinating.  Perhaps a discertaion on the war of the Green Dragon Cult which raged not that long ago, compared to how long you seem to have been here."  She gently nudged Andrew's foot with her own, not wanting to make him mark up his drawing.  Silly Bard.

miltonyorkcastle:
The elder orb floats effortlessly just feet from the adventurers. "Why should I help you at all? Helping you will only hasten the arrival of the Taur'en military and subsequently my removal from my preferred home. Lucky for you, killing you would do little to delay the previously mentioned outcome, else you'd be dead already."

RollinsCat:
"Hm?" The woman in acid-eaten purple and black inches another few toes toward the carpet. She really likes that rug. The bard starts talking as if he's just picked up the conversation and has yet to examine it. "Oh, yes - or I could tell you tales, if you wish - I have a few! I'm happy to oblige, it must be interesting to be a scholar of your kind. Blessed with such long life..." He's still sketching madly, trying to write down anything he recognizes on the many scrolls, parchments and books forming a literal nest around the massive, hovering creature. The room is suffused with calm. He's not afraid. Of course, his curiosity is curled around his tiny, struggling sense of caution, occasionally batting it into submission as another feature of the room or the vade mecum catches his eye. "Perhaps we can trade? I'm not as versed on the history of the Deep as you might be." He flips pages in his journal/sketchbook. "Can you turn just a bit? I'd like to do you in profile..."

ShiffDrgnhrt:
She glances at Andrew only to roll her eyes at his request for the orb to turn.  "If he vapes us, I'm blaming you," she whispered at Andrew before turning to the Beholder.  "Why should you help us.  Valid question.  In all honesty I can say that if you help us solve the mystery of this cave I will endeavor to help you remain here.  And I would be lying if I didn't say that I would rather you were a friend to us up above than an enemy."  She paused to sit near the edge of the rug.  "Taur'en, the nation you live under, is currently fighting with Sagewald, which is not far from here, over these very hills.  I would be much happier gaining an ally and working with you to either recover or protect this mine than have you forced out, especially if you were likely to fight.  So what can we do to help us both get the best outcome?" //Minor edit.  Almost said something that was the opposite of what I meant.

RollinsCat:
If someone were watching him, they'd almost see the light click on. He faces Vespero. "Oh! Right - well, the other option is to provide you with new reading material to your liking, find out from you what else is down there - you hinted at it being most unreasonable with strangers, I believe - and report back with what we found, honestly, but lacking some specifics." He glances at Tyra. "If we said we found killer black puddings, all kinds of jellies, Kenku, all manner of normally - " He stresses the word. "-normally non-amiable beings, and then top it off with whatever's at the bottom, wouldn't it be likely that they'd leave this cave be? I mean, the black puddings alone. We don't have to mention Vespero at all."

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