KoboldDM

"Not telling you lots of things, keeping from you lots of things, that is point. Will answer any question once put in cage. Safe in cell with bars in front, stone all around, you on outside me safe inside. Too many things to list that we not talking about. Will answer when safe in jail. Sleep is fine can answer when woken up in jail" The creature says. He isn't smug about it anymore more pleading to be given safety while he heals up. Fredrick can tell he is properly scared, frustrated, and a bit confused by what he was asked, as if he couldn't quite work out what Fredrick meant by his question or threat.

"Yes yes, trust. I trust, you trust. Take me to cage. I answer all." The creature reassures Eizan when questioned. Fredrick can tell it is frustrated with being injured so badly, scared of the group, and it is telling the truth that it will answer any question asked and wants to be locked up. There is however something off about it.

The creature was in shock at the flurry of attacks set upon it, deep wounds covered it's body from the powerful strikes. Though even now steam seemed to rise up from it, flesh knitting back together, scales regrowing, and bleeding slowing. It spun to face everyone and held it's hands high. "Enough, enough! Strong. Very strong... Made mistake, I surrender now, will go to cage, lock away, yes? Answer questions, much information to give, much secrets." It made now attempt to fight back while it's body rapidly healed itself. It's claws retracting away it moved in a way to try and make itself look small and meek.

The creature stayed still the whole while everything was going on. Eizans wall of fire cut across the room, easily enough damage to shatter and burn away the vials the creature had packed away as well as the ones on the shelf. It too was in the line of fire but acted like nothing happened at all. "My power! That was my power. You had no right. Now I must wait longer, longer. Frustrating little thing." it raged. Its eyes snapping to Ishino. "Risk? No risk. No name, not needed." it stated turning it's back on the Gim warder it walked into the wall of fire. "I return in two moons." (OOC it's walking to the back wall. Ishino would get an attack of opportunity, that's it's actions for this round.)

Peter nods to Fredrick "Yes it does seem rather lively, I will wait here, trust me I am no fighter." Holding up his hands to say he wanted no part in fighting. In the room the creature looks along the blade, following the edge with his eyes to meet those of Ishino "Big. I be bigger soon." It said and slowly let the bad down to the floor, clinking of glass vials could be heard from inside. "Surrendered. No touch my power. All belong to me, is my power." it says looking over at the vials on the table that have yet to be drank with a longing look in it's eyes.

It is 80 foot to the enemy, the party gets a surprise round thanks to Eizan, then roll initiative.

Peter bows to Frederick at being told he will have access when they take care of their tree problem. He does take his time to point out several options already in the lab for use against such a problem. Oil, alchemist fire, and a few explosive arrows that one of the illithids must have been working on before it's death. The lab area is located under the secret throne so Eizan doesn't have to travel far to get to the pod area. Looking into the heavily reinforced door that was left open she can see someone else has entered while they were all busy. The person looking much like a kobold, if kobolds were over six foot tall, very muscular, and had wings. The winged lizard like creature has several glass vials at it's feet smashed on the floor while it was looking for something. A bag held in one hand it stuffs some vials into it after reading them and takes another. Looking over the stuff it sniffs the contents and downs it "Yessssss, Stronger, much stronger." it laughs in a raspy voice before smashing the vial at it's feet. "Need more" It continues, reaching for another vial that is lined up on the counter. (OOC, the party has 10 casks of oil, 10 alchemist fire, and 20 explosive arrows that do bow damage +1d10 fire in a ten foot burst)

Peter listened to everything that he was told and sighed, "Yes Lady Eizan if that is your wish I will keep to myself, even if I find this place fascinating. I am used to people not knowing about my work. It takes a skilled hand and years of study to get to where I am at." He explained still not fully grasping what the situation actually was for him. "I thank you Sir Fredrick. As for questions, yes, you say you were beset by the Illithid, Mind flayers. I am curious if you were able to get your hands on one of their knowledge repositories. It should look like something that can be worn on the head with several glowing stones. If you have one that you are willing to part with I would very much like to learn what I can from it. You can ask it any number of questions I am told and since I am here it may shed light to where here is and where my home is as well as why I was taken."

Yes that is fine if you want him to make it. He just needs to be asked, told the number of potions, and have the monetary value close by.

Peter Looks from one member of the group to the other finally ending on Fredrick. "I most certainly could make the bomb you are talking about but as you know they are very tricky, the mixtures need to be done right, so anyone who isn't used to it would find it difficult. I personally am no adventuring type. I prefer to stay home at my study... well when I had one. I really need to find my way home but that will require some research. The oils I could make, it would depend on how many you want." As always he seems eager to help. "Though if you're going after a tree monster, wouldn't fire arrows, alchemist fire, and simple oil be enough? If you have anyone capable of casting create water that would put the tree out once it's dead." OOC: Peter won't be able to make bombs for the party, that is a class feature that you'd have to have access to. Anything else that can be put into potion or oil form is within his capabilities as long as he has the gold value to do so.

Peter was about to answer his intentions when Eizan interrupts them he shrugs at the request given to him. "Easy enough, a healing potion is something I made a lot of." He said and proclaimed he would get right to work on it, seeming very happy about what he is doing right up until his eyes glaze over. Normally it would take a long while to make it, however after he takes his shirt off and the gaping maw of a hole in his chest opens again, tentacles scoop up the gold provided and deposit a potion on the floor in the matter of 6 seconds. He takes a couple more seconds to get dressed and is stretching again. "It feels good to be back to work I think I have a few hours left in me though if you have other requests?" OOC: Either Fredrick or Robert have enough skills between the two of them to identify the cure light wounds potion is in fact a healing potion. However it does not cure 1d8+5 as a cure light wounds potion should. It instead cures 1d12+20 when drank. In world terms it is figured out to be more powerful.

Robbert is able to decrypt some of the language though it is difficult and partially guess work. The cabinets each house various things that he has decided note experiments. No real messages anywhere explaining what the experiments were like these creatures don't use books to note things down in. Each experiment is given a number and marked with one of two runes that Robbert has figured out means failure, or success. Another set of runes all come to the same meaning of "NA" The vials that are set out with the large metal needles all have success written upon them, enhancement, NA, and Final Plan. Fredrick Is able to notice with his keen eyes that no magic is taking place of anything he knows about, it is beyond his scope, what is happening however is items totaling up to the price it would take to make ten doses of holy water are being devoured. The items are indiscriminate for size or what they are made of but what ever looks to be the most expensive is what the tentacles reach for first. The party is able to keep back from the tentacles easily enough and as long as they don't engage with them they leave them along besides trying to get at anything that would be easy to snatch. Once the price of the holy water has been accounted for in items the other tentacles retract and one lone one comes out attaches to the floor and slowly rises to reveal one vial of holy water at a time till two rows of five vials are placed on the floor in front of Peter. The final tentacle retracts, the mouth closes and vanishes as if it had never existed, peter wordlessly dresses again and then snaps out of it like he hadn't done anything strange. Wiping his brow and smiling. "There you have it, holy water cooked up, ready to use for what ever ceremony you like, and lab all cleaned up. I know it took me a bit but you can't rush the process. Do I pass?" He asked believing fully in his mind that he went through all the steps of boiling, adding ingredients, putting into vials, and cleaning up after himself, in his mind several hours have passed instead of 6 seconds.

Peter was very happy to hear he was able to demonstrate his main skill set. Hoping to gain employment and a way back to his home if that was possible but mostly he just liked being of use. "I assure you sir I am quite safe in my practices. Lets see, something that will be a good demonstration and cause no harm..." He paused to think this over wanting to prove himself. "Oh I have just the thing, I'll make a batch of holy water. Non harmful to anyone but the undead." he said and once that was settled he smiled ready to get to work however the smile faded fast. His eyes glazed over and he stood start still and upright. His mouth dropped open as his jaw went slack. Hands reached for his shirt to pull it over his head and hold it to his side. Staring blankly at nothing Peter stood there motionless for a moment, then starting at his jaw and moving down his neck a crack like he was made of clay started to appear. It continued to flow down his body quickly as if he was going to shatter and fall apart. Ending at his stomach the crack grew then and widened into a gaping maw of teeth that swirled around gnashing and rubbing against each other, the hole in his chest seemed to go on forever into a deep void. Tentacles slithered out from that maw and began flail around moving quickly to grab vials, plants, bits of stone, each item pulled back into the mouth to vanish down that void. More tentacles rushed out and started to stretch toward the party. (Everyone gets one round to react. Order doesn't matter.)

When Peter is met by the group again he has been looking around and found his way back to the hidden area, seeming to enjoy it since there was a lab there. He didn't seem to recognize most of the equipment but what he did know is it could be used. However guards report he has not touched anything for fear of angering the lords and lady of the keep. "Oh I am a practiced alchemist, I can make just about anything though I wouldn't say I'm anything special. I could demonstrate if you'd allow me to use your equipment and supplies Sir Fredrick." He is very respectful of each member and eager to be put to use. When asked about the plates. "I am afraid I do not understand your humor here. I have come to discover I am far from home, your guards men said I could wash plates and then accused me of eating them." He explains and the guard is quick to put in that he did indeed eat every plate and produce something else. Peter seems a bit crestfallen at this and slumps "Please, I am sure this is a grand joke for those who understand it but it has gotten old. Can we move on from it?" He practically pleads.

Eizan and Robbert have the rest of the day to look around (Please state any special actions you wish to take in that time.) They both rest again when Fredrick and Ishino wake up, the two quickly being filled in of the goings on while they were asleep.