Nymph interlude (Afina)

[Anastasia]

Arrel glances over at them and clacks his beak, while Gold simply stares right back at them.

> roll 1d20+20 Intimidate (+12 size differences) Gold
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+20 Intimidate (+12 size differences) Gold --> [ 1d20=13 ]{33}

> roll 1d20+15
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+15 --> [ 1d20=16 ]{31}

Close.

The spiders quickly begin to scurry away when the big old gold dragon glares at them. Arrel chortles, "They have sense after all!"

[Ebiris]

"If they have any wits at all they'd know we don't have the look of easy targets," Afina says, pleased she doesn't have to exert herself to deal with them more permanently.

[Anastasia]

Simmer pats Gold's side, "We need to have you around more often. You solve so many problems."

Gold smiles as you go on down, further down. About another five minutes down you see an outcropping on the far wall. A door's been forged into the wall, made of solid ash-white stone, standing out starkly from everything else.

[Ebiris]

"Lets investigate that?" Afina suggests, banking down towards the outcropping and landing before she tries knocking on the door first.

She's here as a guest after all!

[Anastasia]

All of you fly down, Gold turning back to half elf form once you land. It's a door big enough for a normal human and not much else. No decorations or anything.

[Ebiris]

Afina waits a little bit after her knock but if no answer is forthcoming she'll try opening it anyway.

[Anastasia]

The knock gets a belated reply - the door opens, a magma paraelemental opening it. Human sized, no more. It says slowly, "Yessssss?"

[Ebiris]

"Hello," Afina greets the elemental. "My name's Afina. My friends and I are exploring the Sinkhole. Do you live here?"

[Anastasia]

"Yessssss," The elemental replies. "Come in? Have tea."

[Ebiris]

"Thank you for your hospitality, we'd be glad to accept," Afina says, heading in after the elemental for some tea and hopefully information!

[Anastasia]

Inside are rough decorations, all sorts of things made of white stone. Tables, chairs, a bed, a kitchen with counter, bookshelves, even a window that opens up to a lava flow, blocked by glass.

"I Sorcerer, Magma Sorcerer." The elemental says, getting a stone teapot and serving you boiling hot tea. "I make fantasy reality."

[Ebiris]

Afina accepts her tea and drinks, using prestidigitation to once again clean her white outfit which has gotten pretty sooty again while she settles in a free chair. "I'm a sorcerer as well," she responds. "I like to make things, a talent that I share with Goldanariux here. Also burning, which Simmer shares an affinity for. Does living at the Sinkhole help with your sorcery?"

[Anastasia]

"We all have some magic," Simmer joins you, while Arrel hovers just inside, barely able to squeeze in.

"Helps. Fire. Burn." The sorcerer says, "Like not burn, too. Like everything."

[Ebiris]

That's a nice attitude to have! Sipping some more of her tea, she asks, "What do you know of the Sinkhole then? How deep does it go and what's at the bottom?"

[Anastasia]

"Deep," The elemental says, "Power. Conversion." It struggles a few moments, "Elemental improvement and breakdown."