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Post by moralhazard on Mar 14, 2019 3:50:41 GMT
Welcome to the circus! I’m going to try and run the Orin/Arioch part of the adventure and the Citrine part more or less simultaneously... at least until they meet up (although they are starting at slightly different times)! Please rp out what you need to for Orin and Arioch's meeting! When they head out to the circus, I will post again.
It was a crisp spring evening, pleasant in its way; no sign of rain, with a little light wind that skipped off the sea and swirled through Waterdeep. It would be growing late by the time either Orin or Arioch would manage to make it to the gates of the city, just shy of twenty four hours after Citrine and Pip had cheerfully skipped out of it on their way to the circus. By whatever stroke of luck or fate, they would arrive at nearly the same time, although there would be no sign of Thea. While they wouldn’t know it, unlike the night before, there was no stream of people heading out of the gates for the circus; there would be no show tonight, or at least not one of the sort held the night before. In fact, it would be only the two of them, plus a few guards talking amongst themselves, at the gates.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 14, 2019 4:21:01 GMT
(To state it, Orin is currently Spring-aligned.)
This was not how Orin wanted to spend her evening today. Whereas, normally, a Spring-aligned eladrin would be absolutely thrilled with a matching season, accompanied by the perfect weather for an evening and the lightly salted breeze coming in from the coastline, Orin was anything but a normal eladrin in most circumstances.
Instead, a sore, hungover eladrin moved with a dour expression, lips pursed as she tried (and failed) to think of most anything outside of the headache that was amplified by each step she took in her half-plate armor. Each clang spelled a letter in a sentence, the sentence was a run-on sentence without a single comma, and only relief Orin would have was that she was walking toward the east, not the west. While it had become easier to ignore, the headache was a dull ambiance by the time she had made it to the gate- always there, always present.
Finishing a tankard of water, which had started as a breakfast drink, then was refilled on the way afterward, Orin would clip it onto her belt, effectively giving her bard a new instrument to incorporate into it's performance. Bright yellow eyes squinted as she caught the reflection from a passing breastplate, and she groaned and mumbled to herself, her ears flat in mild frustration. She would raise her shield a little bit to block the light before looking around. As far as she could tell, there were only the Guards, and they probably wouldn't be of too much help.
She would look for a man, shorter than her, dressed in armor of a similar build, with black hair. If he was a gladiator, then he would probably know how to carry himself, so she scouted the area. Orin would give him a couple of minutes, and if no one popped up with that description? She would head out toward the circus that Thea had told her about.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 14, 2019 9:40:43 GMT
One would have thought that by then after having had enough time to deliver Pip to her house and then having to run to the entrance would have given him ample time to calm down and let lose of his anger and murderous intent. One would have thought wrong. Arioch arrived at the scene sprinting in is half-plate armor, a bit worn out and with several bents here an there after having been repeatedly bashed in while fighting in the arena. On his back was a greatsword almost as big as he was tall, there was a look of purpose in his expression as he ran outside the gates of the city. His sprint barely stopping to a halt, skidding along the ground as he looked towards both sides violently, trying to figure out where was Orin. Who was Orin, even. WHAT WAS ORIN.
There were only the guards and luckily enough they were distinguishable enough so that they wouldn't get in the way of his pattern recognition. His first thought upon seeing the guards was "fuck the guards". A little bit harsh on him, considering Waterdeep didn't have a no-weapons allowed policy in order to subdue the population through dependence, fear and impotence, but it was instead aimed at the fact that bureoucracy would have been in most cases too slow to act.
His gaze quickly settled on what seemed to be the most pained elf in existance, armored and with a shield. That was...? That was the Warlock? He looked at the elf like she had just puked on his shoes. Well, she certainly did have armor, and looked geared up. But did she look like what Thea had said? That was another issue. He approached the woman with the same sense of urgency that he had when he came running out of the city.
"Are you Arbin, the Varlock?"
Arioch asked in a rush. The man posing the question himself was rather young, though his face bore scars; one across his nose, one below the eye, a still healing lip and the shadow of a wound across the left side of his face.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 14, 2019 18:43:33 GMT
A couple minutes passed, for the most part, quietly.
Orin had taken to closing her eyes, breathing. The water was starting to kick in, but the mixture of alcohols through her system caused her entire body to ache uncomfortably. If she was standing still, her body hurt. If she was moving, her head head. It was quite the predicament, and one that, by the moment, she started to blame Citrine for, just a little more. If Citrine had just... shown up last night, she would have had less alcohol. Granted, her half-plate and shield would still be in a crate in her room, but she wouldn't have had a reason to use it just yet otherwise.
Then, her ear twitched, picking up a new sound of armor that moved in a hurried jog, and Orin would take a breath, open her eyes, and look down more than half a head to meet with a young man- a boy, almost- with green eyes and black, wild hair, with scars loitered in various angles. The accent made her raise her eyebrow at him in a dull blink, much like a cat that was just stirred out of slumber.
"I'm Orin the warlock," she would look up and down him, taking note of the greatsword strapped to his back. "I assume you're Arioch? Thea's friend? Heading toward the circus?" the eladrin would inquire, trying to be as pleasant as she could be. "Do you know where Thea is?" she'd ask, looking around. She was sure she wouldn't have missed an air genasi that would have assuredly come straight to her to make her presence known.
Either way, Thea did say she would catch up when she could. Assuming this was Arioch, maybe it would be better for the two of them to head toward the circus? "We can walk and talk," Orin would tilt her head over her shoulder and start walking, and slowly, with the dull bass of a Dwarvish choir, the headache would ebb slowly into the back of her mind. "I'm assuming you know how to use that greatsword?" she'd ask. Whereas he had a two-handed sword, the eladrin had a shield that pulsed with an ambient magic that was crafted throughout it. Granted, she also had a weapon, but they'd get to that if they had to get physical.
"What can you do? Thea said you used to be a gladiator?" the eladrin would inquire.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 14, 2019 19:13:09 GMT
"Yes to all"
He said with a quick nod, catching his breath even as he stopped to talk with the elf. Even his voice was speaking in a rather hurried tone. Her question about Thea had him look at her confused, however. Thea wasn't coming, was she? Why would she? He hadn't thought about the fact that she was a powerful sorcerer herself however, it was something that had to do with overall the way she seemed to be have when he was around. She was nice, shy, almost meek. She had the power, he had seen, to cast some amazing thing and craft incredible items but he couldn't really imagine her running into a circus and starting a slaughter in a rage, it was so out of character. Thus, he didn't even consider her for the kind of sortie they were about to perform. The only time he'd seen her be violent was when she kind of threw a lightning bolt at him earlier to call to his attention after he started to run off.
"Thea? Vhat? No, vhy vould she? Is she coming?"
He asked, at first it was a statement but then by the end it was a legitimate question, confused as he was by the suggestion that she might. She hadn't said anything of the sort... Or had she?
"Yes, let's hurry it up. That bastard could be getting avay at any moment right now, he probably knows someone's coming for him, Pip got avay..."
There was a small pause as he began to walk fast, faster, and faster and then threw a glance back at the elf with exhasperation, his expression burning with urgeny and unspent energy, inciting her to pick up the pace and run or trot instead of walking, and would every second start to do it faster.
"That friend of Thea and yours, Cirolin, is getting gang raped by degenerates vhile ve leisurely stroll about, do you know vhat those collars do? Get to running!"
He said fully believing in his own words and trying his best to convey that this was not the time nor the place to have an in-depth conversation. While he was concerned by Thea's friend in spite of her description of Citrine being that of some ungodly cross between a bird and a person that hardly had any business existing, and his own inherent racism of beast races, what he was most concerned with was the fact that whoever owned the whole thing had been trying to get Thea there, and enslave her or worse. And also Pip. Pip, that was a child so innocent.
That alone made his blood boil with anger.
It was so much that if the elf didn't pick up the pace he was thinking about carrying her over and sprinting with her like he had done with Pip, except that absolutely more enraged.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 14, 2019 19:46:42 GMT
"Thea said that she would catch up eventually," Orin would respond, looking behind her toward the gate to check for Thea one more time before they moved.
The two of them started to walk, with Arioch moving faster, then faster. Into a power-walk, then a jog. The eladrin could already see where this was going to go, and sure enough, it went there. Orin would watch him as if he was a child, pursed lips as he spoke again. There would be a slow, elvish blink as she brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose, pinching for a brief second before running that same set of fingers through her light brown hair, moving it from her face.
"It's Citrine-" the eladrin would correct him there, too- "and I understand what is happening. Mind control- I understand the urgency," Orin would have a glancing thought toward her own matron for a moment, her own experiences, all of the journal entries that spoke of her own experiences on the matter. She hadn't even told Citrine just yet, about the journal or the vial. Not to mention all of the experiences of her first life. Orin was sure that whatever this ring-leader could muster wouldn't be comparable to half of that, which meant Citrine would be fine.
"But running head-strong into this place, not knowing anything about the creatures, about the people, their methods, or any other number of variables that are still in the air will only most likely get us in the same situation- or worse," Orin would raise her voice in her own sense of budding anger, only amplified by the fact she had a massive hangover. Worse for her meant so much more than death, but on the bright side, the circus would be handled. "So... we can walk and plan what would be best.
"Like Hopebringer, a couatl that had broke free thanks to Citrine," Orin would mention, "and helped Pip. It'll have information we can use and maybe aid to provide. We just have to find it once we ge there." The eladrin would compromise, though, seeing how antsy he was, and at least pick up the pace of her walk, carrying herself with a faster pace, despite her head and shoulders disagreeing with her, picking back up the wardrum-like beat behind her eyes. She would steel herself, though, having gone through so much worse that this brief hangover.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 14, 2019 20:18:48 GMT
"Vhat the hell is a couatl?"
Was the first thing he asked, he was hoping it wouldn't be another anthropomorphic beast or even worse. But then he remembered what Pip had said about some kind of flying snake monster with telepathy. Things were getting worse by the second.
"I doubt it, Citrine" He said it correctly this time "Vas probably caught by surprise. Some random guy must have given her the necklace and be like "Hey put this on, look, it's shiny" and bam, next you know she's gonna be halfvay across the land getting... Vell let's just hurry."
He dismissed the thought with some disgust, it wasn't the act itself that which bothered but the tricks and weaknesses displayed by the people of the circus, their lack of taste, strength, and boundaries when he thought about Pip barely managing to get away. And whenever his thoughts reached Thea again in the whole issue the rage began to build up and all of those sophisticated thoughts were quickly swept under the rug and exchanged for a much more simplified murderous rage, separating things into a much easier black and white field.
"They von't be expecting to get split in half with a greatsword out of the blue that's for sure. If they vere any strong they vouldn't be needing to use collars to control people I mean how tough this people can be? At most they control random monsters that they can pit against us. Let them try, I've dealt with far vorse in the arena."
His hand pressed into a fist, itching for the first target. The fact that those monsters could be sentient or being coerced into fighting did not cross his mind, naturally he'd try to avoid killing innocents, if there were any.
"Suppose this vinged monster, has some information that can allow us to infiltrate the circus... do you really think ve can be any stealthy dressed like this? The vhole circus is going to know ve're coming. If ve delay further, ve're only giving them the head's up."
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Post by Ossular on Mar 14, 2019 21:00:13 GMT
"It's some kind of rainbow snake with wings. 'bout human sized," Orin would shrug. That's all she had to go with at the moment on that tangent. She figured if it helped Pip, then at least it was, at the very least, not evil.
As he spoke, Orin would purse her lips, rolling her eyes. "Yes, no one really expects that, true," Arioch wasn't wrong, and she could recall the times that she walked into a battle and cut someone down unexpectedly to get the advantage in a situation in her previous lives seen and re-lived in her trances, "but how do we know that the other people at the circus aren't being controlled as well?" The eladrin would offer a counterpoint. "If we get this information, get help from this couatl, and figure out what's going on, maybe we can set the monsters free and use the chaos to our advantage?
"The more things this ringleader has to deal with, the bigger advantage we'll have," Orin would declare. "Not that your way isn't, well, fun. Not saying that you're not capable, but why work harder than what you need to? Combat is just as much about this-" she'd point to her head with her left hand, tapping it lightly- "as it is about this," the same hand would pat her shield with a deep thump from her open hand. "Worst comes to worst? Then we just start cutting people down. Just-" Orin would sigh, not expecting to have to say this- "use discretion. This isn't the arena."
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Post by Arioch on Mar 14, 2019 21:24:03 GMT
A rainbow snake with wings? Arioch wondered very hard what kind of shrooms the gods were on when they decided to make that thing. Also human sized and with telepathy. It was no wonder that the creature had ended up at a circus... If only there wasn't the whole issue about the suspiciously shady collars to begin with. To the question he posed he made a small shrug.
"If they are vearing a collar they are, and if they aren't, they aren't. I can try to knock them out, or destroy the collars, but that's only going to vork if they're really veak."
He proposed forward. To go the extra mile to try and not harm people would only be feasible for him if they weren't hard to beat in combat, otherwise he was just asking to get killed or collared as well due to his own weakness at not being able to do what needed to be done.
"I figure ve have a really easy vay to release the monsters: Kill the owner of the collars. Someone's got to be giving them orders, or they'd just order each other free. So here is my plan. Seek the fattest, ugliest, most dirty individual that's not collared. Kill him. See if that does anything."
At first glance it seemed pretty arbitrary. Why would the owner of the collars need be fat, ugly, or dirty? Well to him, it was pretty clear. Handsome people, or people with resources needn't use a collar to make other people dance and prance about for them. In some cases, they'll even do it for free. Of course he wasn't factoring the chance that he might be wrong, but he figured he'd cross that bridge once he got to it.
"Still, vhat do you think it's going to happen vhen ve arrive at the circus, two armored people looking like trouble... I mean"
He took a look around barely stopping to just confirm what he was about to say
"I don't see anyone else around here but us. Two people armed to the teeth that have never been to the circus show up, looking so cheery like ve do. It ain't gonna fly, at best someone vill tell you "Yes elf girl, sure. Come vith me and take a seat, the owner will be here soon" vham, collared. Off you go."
Arioch then looked at her .
"Unless this flying rainbow snake with vings, vhich by the vay screams "don't trust me", is vaiting for us at the entrance I'm going to cut my ovn vay in, and so vitness me Tempus I'm going to tear this guy limb from limb vhen I find him"
It was a simple matter to him, also helped by the fact that he was pretty angry and already itching for a fight. Waiting around or dilly dalling was just stalling for time and helping the other guy get around, or get away in the worst case scenario. And what if he had some magic trinket that allowed him to cross great distances in a moment? What if he had already packed up with his freshly delivered slaves? He had one priority, everything else was a side goal, a luxury thing. Use discretion? Discretion for what? That sounded outright cowardly, like she was afraid to face them head on. The time for discretion had past, it was all about finding and killing the one responsible for Arioch.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 15, 2019 4:43:56 GMT
From Arioch’s lips to Tempus’s ears.
The road out of the city was neat and well-trodden. Pip had described the turning off point well enough – either directly to Arioch or indirectly through Thea to Orin – that even without the advantage of a steady stream of people the two would be able to find it well enough. There was a little turning that led up to the top of a hill, then a long winding path down to the left of the forked tree leading to the clearing.
The circus was in a large, empty clearing, dotted by stumps on either side that gave way fairly quickly to thicker trees. A large fence encircled the enclosure, with a tall entry gate with an empty flagpole standing next to it. Inside the enclosure, the vast majority of the space was taken up by a huge red and gold striped tent. There were three smaller tents before it, and no way to see what – if anything – was behind the striped tent, although they would have the sense the enclosure might extend past it. There were a few people milling about in front of the tent, and they would just be able to see a man armed with a crossbow standing at the entrance.
There was a little stand of trees just off the crest of the hill as well, the only other cover nearby.
‘You are here for the birdfolk woman.’ The mental voice that would reach them had a faintly pleased sound. There would be a shift of movement within the stand of trees, and a long snake head would emerge, waving slowly back and forth a few feet off the ground. The couatl – for what else could she be – had a dark-blush green scales covering her, with a orange-red crest extending from either side of her jaws and flaring back into green peaks. A forked tongue hissed from her mouth, tasting the air, and Orin and Arioch would just be able to see the tips of orange-red feathers hidden in the trees.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 15, 2019 14:52:22 GMT
"Your plan is atrociously naive," Orin would declare, "and needlessly violent."
The eladrin wouldn't be impressed with Arioch so far, needless to say, the feeling amplified by the dull pulsing of the hangover she was still nursing. "First of all? Elves are resistant to being charmed. They would be stupid to try to collar me. Second- you're armed to the teeth." She would motion to the large blade strapped onto his back with her free left hand. "I just have a shield," she move her right side up and down, shaking the round plate. Granted, yes, she also had magic, and could literally summon a magic weapon that could take any form she willed it to, but that wasn't the point here.
"Third," Orin would continue, "what's so bad about trusting things just because of what they are? Because what they look like?" Orin would ask, walking past him before spinning around, walking backwards as she spoke without a real problem. She was hungover, not uncoordinated. "We live in a realm where all sorts of things have sentient thought," as Orin spoke, she'd raise a finger, then another finger for each point, "magic literally exists. Extra-planar creatures populate the world- some of which don't look like what you'd expect- and you're not going to trust something because it doesn't look like what? A human?" the eladrin would scoff.
She would stop, her ears flat in mild frustration, letting him walk the two or three paces to catch up before joining him again in this pleasant little jaunt. "I'm not saying not to kill anyone, Arioch. Just asking you to let me try it my way first, alright?" Orin would shrug a little bit. "Tempus, for all his might, still appreciates strategy, I'm sure."
They had made it to the top of the path coming to the fork in the road that Thea had pointed out, overlooking the large clearing populated with the large red and gold tent. At least Citrine would appreciate the choice of colors here, Orin was sure, but she would make other observations while they had this vantage point. The smaller tents before the main tent, the fence around the outside of the circus, the man with the crossbow at the entrance. The trees they might have been able to use for cover.
Speaking of those trees, Orin would here a voice- telepathy. She was familiar with it (Thanks, Lady Susan) and she would look around for a quick second before noticing an elongated serpent's head come through the trees. Orin would chuckle to herself, never having actually seen a couatl before, and she would just take it in, tapping Arioch in a way that just said 'the snake was waiting for us'. She would try to respond mentally- usually, if creatures could communicate in such a way, they could also converse, even if one part of the conversation couldn't. "Yes," Orin would speak, both mentally and aloud, quietly. "If I think it, can you hear me so we can converse quietly?" the eladrin would mentally think, but speak right afterward. "Or should we stick to actual words? And can you show us that you don't have a collar?" Orin would continue, assuming Arioch would put his words in more aggressive fashion.
"Would you be willing to help us?" the eladrin would ask, remaining quiet. Granted, they had some distance between them and the circus, but still. They were close enough.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 15, 2019 15:19:16 GMT
Elves were resistant to being charmed? Well, he guessed she would be safe from sweet words and an invitation to dinner, but mind control? She seemed obstinately sure that she wouldn't let her guard down even for a second.
"How many people carry shields around, vithout expecting to use them? It's literally the only piece of veaponry you don't carry around unless you're expecting to fight. It's even extra veight if you have to run avay. I could buy a dagger, or a svord in self defense. But a shield? That's a tellsign. Only an imbecile vould carry around a shield vithout a veapon, and you don't look like one."
He pointed out then. He did not understand why would the elf be so... reluctant to press the advantage while they still had it. It was starting to get further on his nerves and pressing on the anger he already had flowing through his body. Surely it was the best possible plan. Unless...
"If you vant to give your money to a drunkard that promises to quit drinking tomorrow because you don't believe in appearances, that's up to you. Surely, vhen you get to meet an orc var party, you von't assume them to be bloodthirsty monsters just from the vay they look. You can die knowing you held up false virtues vhen that happens, then."
Arioch shot her way now in a more annoyed tone as the disagreements continued right up until the moment they were surprised by the sound of something in his head. He did not like that. Not at all. It was a voice in the wrong place, felt intrusive, like being touched in the wrong place. Could the voice also hear his thoughts? Arioch unsheathed his sword on reflex alone when the coatl showed herself. His lips pursed slightly to the side, frowning. It wasn't as ugly as he had imagined it but it was still pretty outlandish.
"So vhat if ve are?"
He spat the words at the coatl not really trusting the talking monster yet
"Are you going to help us or get on the vay?"
Asked then. Better to get that out of the way as soon as possible.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 15, 2019 17:54:48 GMT
The couatl’s head would turn towards Arioch when he drew his sword, long forked tongue flicking out once more, just – watching. ‘ You may speak to me aloud or in your mind. I am known as Hopebringer.’ Hopebringer said. ‘ I would be glad to help you, on behalf of the phoenix woman, who chose to stay and set me free when she might have escaped. There may be little I can do – if I return to the circus, the druid shall bind me to his will again.’ She would tilt her head to the side, revealing a golden collar around her neck – exactly what Orin might have hoped not to see. ‘I suppose I cannot convince you that I am not under his control even now.’ There was a faint musing tone to Hopebringer’s mental voice. ‘But if you wish to listen, there is much I can tell you about what you will find below. Otherwise, I shall not hinder you.’ The couatl’s tail lashed, abruptly, visible in the grove of trees, and her wings flared, as if the emotion brought on by thinking of the circus was still too much to contain.
((Please feel free to roll any checks you want: insight, arcana, etc.))
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Post by Ossular on Mar 15, 2019 18:25:46 GMT
Arioch's initial response would cause Orin to side-eye him, then roll her eyes, stepping toward the couatl. She hoped that he didn't think their little conversation from earlier was over, either, but for now, the eladrin was willing to put that to the side in order to address the more prominent nature of everything.
Hopebringer was only free because of Citrine, who had stayed when she could have escaped. The elf would inhale, then exhale through her nose at the thought. For a brief moment, Orin thought, Citrine could have been there last night, but recognized that this was, at the base of everything, more important than a dinner date. She would look to the ground for a moment, before her eyes came back up, focusing on the task at hand, to the collar around Hopebringer's neck. The eladrin would take another step toward the couatl, even amidst the flashing wings and the lash of it's tail.
"Alright, alright," she'd softly bring her hands up. "I wish to listen," Orin would nod, speaking mentally, almost as if to annoy Arioch in some passive way. "Do you mind if I look at the collar while you tell us about the circus?" the eladrin would ask, taking another step toward Hopebringer, but not wanting to assume anything otherwise. If Hopebringer would allow her, she would come closer to inspect, thinking about the situation at hand. Passively, what reason did Orin have to suspect the couatl? From everything she had told them so far, and everything she had heard from Thea about how the creature helped Pip out of the circus. The eladrin herself would be more curious about the collar itself.
All she knew of it was that it helped the Ringleader subjugate anyone that was wearing one, but she wanted to know more? Could it just be taken off? Could it be broken in any way? How far away could the gems work? What kind of gem was even used? What about if Orin could break Hopebringer's collar and use it to potentially trick even one person to get the jump on them, like the guard with the crossbow out front of the tents?
Arcana check to inspect the gem-socketed collar: GJg16q9M1d201d20
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Post by Arioch on Mar 15, 2019 22:09:42 GMT
There it was, the collar. He called it, hadn't he?. The reveal that it was a druid the one who seemed to be behind everything shocked him quite a bit. Druids, as far as he knew were rather... Well, dettached from everyday affairs and the usual degeneracy of big cities. And the one he had met, while not as outlandish and borderline evil as he had heard them to be, did not fit the bill of overly controlling slave-monger. So for what was worth he put one doubt marker on top of the serpent's head, mentally.
"You're right. You can't." He replied to the flying monstrosity with apalling honesty "Tell me, and I'll decide."
Short and to the point, "And I'll decide" also included of course the option of having to kill the snake right then and there, which he hadn't discarded yet. If it was some kind of trap it would have to be done. Arioch didn't mind that the elf approached the snake, it was her life to lose as she saw fit if it was a trap. Him? He'd remain on guard while speaking to the coatl, just waiting for something to go wrong.
"But keep it short and to the point"
He warned, it would be a pretty basic manouver to keep them there listening to a long winded tale while the rest of the archers got into position to turn them into pincushions. Arioch didn't think that the elf could be affected by the collar's magic just by touching it, but he guessed he was about to find out.
[Sleuth Arioch does an Insight check]
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