Chapters 1, 2, and 3

Hunter listens, absently nodding her head as she parses the Kuo-Toa's words. The reference to the name of the Deep Father strikes her as odd, for some reason, and she almost freezes as she considers it. It's obvious she is still thinking about it, as she speaks without considering her words, "Don't you enjoy the majority of the populace and the favor of your deity? Kill your daughter and end this schism."

Mai'ngor stands impassively and says in his deep, level voice, "I would normally deem it unwise to meddle in the religious affairs of others. Ultimately this is not our concern. But we need help crossing the lake, and the followers of this Deep Father seem unlikely to aid us. Tell us, archpriest, what help do you seek from us, and what are you willing to offer in return?"

"I dislike having to be a prisoner again," admits Hunter. "But, if it helps us get across Darklake and defeats the prospect of this... entity, I think it might be worthwhile."

She briefly touches the copper wire at her ear, and whispers a Message to the group, I have a very bad feeling about this new deity they are worshiping, and shudder to think of what may happen should they rise to power.

"And what can you offer us now?" I look at this Kuo Toa with deep distrust. How convenient to offer us up for bait. It's just our lives.

Mai'ngor nods in agreement with Xeliss. "Yes, how can we be certain you'll keep your word?"

Hunter immediately says, "A crystal, orb, or other suitable arcane focus." She glances around the party and adds, "For whoever needs one."

In disbelieve that some of the party seems to be actually considering being taken prisoner again Elfog roars his disapproval, "Being a captive once is enough with you lot!" He hurriedly stomps up to Ploopploopeen (weapons holstered) and says, "Going to be needing much more than promises and equipment, Fish. Something goes wrong here it's our necks, not one of yers."

Mai'ngor balks at the mention of disarming. "I will NOT part with Sinag. If anyone tries to take her, that someone dies."

"Her?" Hunter comments quietly, to no one in particular.

"The notion of being captured again is unsavory, but if we keep our weapons, it may be ok..." Soliin says. "But maybe as extra insurance, I should follow behind, hidden, and kick the festivities off? I can probably take out one or two of their numbers before they notice."

"I can just as easily hide in rat form."

"Very well then." Mai'ngor dismisses Sinag's blade and conceals the hilt in the rope coiled around his torso. He sheaths his other weapon, the drow shortsword. "We will feign capture while Xeliss and Soliin follow us incognito. Let us get to it."

Soliin thinks for a moment. "Do you have anything that can create a large amount of smoke, to use as a distraction or a means of escape, should it come to that? Perhaps something compact enough for me to carry or make direct use of?"

Shocked that the party would even think to agree to such a plan Elfog stands in stunned silence (probably a first for him) and merely shakes his head. "Damned fools going to get us all killed!" he murmurs under his breath.

Slowly drawing his short sword as he ponders the question, he looks at Ploopploopeen and defeatly states "A proper weapon fitting a warrior such as meself would be nice." He holds up the found short sword he has been using and looks at it with disgust. "This thing is merely a pointy stick..."

Soliin walks over to Elfog and puts his hand on Elfog's arm. "No one will go unarmed, unarmored, or actually bound. No one's going to take me prisoner ever again. And as you're all my ticket out of here, I won't let you be either."