Why fight when you can be insane together! Help the tiny babby dollmthing murder non omega people, work to split up the body after its dead. TEAM WORK!
"Little thing....I ask a name?"
Yes, yes. The argument was color text based on your two characters' personalities. Feel free to alliance for murder.
((this is fine. However, feel free to actually respond to the various commands individually. Let's get a feel for how you guys are gonna interact, so i can put you all ina shipping container and drop you into port.))
You see arrayed before you:
A half man half goat thingy. (3) It doesn't make a command. It just sort of stands there looking at you.
A fishy smelling legged shark. (1)It backs away pretty hastily, dropping the small bit of meat it had into the dirt.
a small, frail human being. it smells of food. people food, not drake food. This one, despite the obvious smell of fear, stand up, steps forward, extends a hand with a chunk of meat in it, and says clearly "Come." You recognize that as a command to move to the little guy.
A larger, rounder human. It carries the scent of smoke, and other, less pleasant smells. (5) this one looks at you with an air of authority and barks out his command: "Come."
A smaller human. She feels 'divided in nature.' She stands her ground, but issues no commands. she seems interested in the process, though.
Of to the side, a small metal thing, shaped like a human child, and a human with the smell of sulfur argue loudly, waving sharp things at each other, but not actually hitting each other.
((Roger, will do. I'll treat these all as seperate, if that's okay.))
Look right back at the goat-thing. Show some teeth. Wait for the attack order.
Ooh. Flutter-leap towards the treat, and munch it. Bump my head into the shark thing, looking for more. Be forceful, it's clearly low-ranking.
Walk towards the small guy with the treat, and sit down next to the small guy. Eyes on the treat.
Walk towards the unpleasant-smelling human and sit down. Wait for the next order. Eyes on the guy.
Look at the woman for a moment. Sit down if nothing's forthcoming. Stretch out my wings. Is this room large enough to fly in?
The small, dirty looking fellow - the one you recognize ((mision lead, not one of the PCs)), makes some encouraging noises at the various fellows before you. Your gnome handlers and their larger, sturdier associates give you some slack to move about, but you are kept within a familiar ring, and kept on the ground. You are actually outside, on the cliff top, so if you were released you could fly.
notes for gm: sharkguy, small foodguy, and smelly bloated guy all register successful interactions. good, good.
Wanna fly? Tell me, how did Frederick react to previous flight training? Did he eventually start returning on command? If so, if the gnomes thing it reasonably safe, the'll unchain you and let you fly. Then let the candidates call you down to see which you return to. After that, we'll box everyone up and get you to the site.
Giglam lets out a little wimperthat is a big drake. Oh Vrak he seems to want more
Suppress my fear and give the drake another treat. Carefully
You suppress your fear and stand, offering another treat, which he snaps up like the first. looks like you tw opointytoothed, scalled fellas are gonna be good friends.
Glance over at the commander in the hopes of receiving some sort of instruction as to what I'm supposed to do now. If none is forthcoming, look back at the beast and say, uh, "down", I guess? Either way, attempt to remain calm and not make any sudden moves.
(2)You kinda stand there and watch as the drake reacts diferently to each of the others. a little nervous, you go to make your next command, but it ends up as a small squeak in your throat.
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