"Bear, lion?, can i atleast get an leaf? im wondering if this thing will do anything to it"
"Oh alright, you can get a leaf. Just be careful and don't go too far. You had me worried several years ago when... mother..."Father looks away.
'Are they...' thought Jaydenhal, as he hid in his hiding place. Maybe they were his parents?
Think "Do they look like me?", and then come out of hiding if they did.
You look at yourself. You're cyan, they're red and chartreuse. Thus, they must not look like you from what you can tell about yourself.
You continue hiding.
Merysta whined as she was lifted into the air, claws waving for some sort of solid ground to put them on. None seemed to be forthcoming however, and her cries weren't getting her anywhere, so she shut up and took another look around. Her eyesight was getting better, and she was able to make her surroundings quite a bit more clearly now. Her attention was chiefly occupied by the large gold dragon holding her in the air with her claws. Merysta extended her neck out to sniff the dragon a few times. The scent was calming, and familiar, and she relaxed almost immediately as she recognized the dragon as her mother. Experimentally, she flapped her wings while being held up, to get a feel for them and being in the air.
Merysta attempts to wiggle from her mother's grasp and glide to the ground. If she does get free, whether or not she crashes she'll find a small pile of the silver treasure to take a nap on. If she doesn't get free, she'll merely watch/listen to Gwairen attentively.
You wiggle out of your mother's hand and [Agi:3] plummet slowly to the ground, botching your gliding slightly, but not enough to even hurt you.
You run away again, much to the eternal dismay of your mother. You run to the silver treasure room and sleep on the very uncomfortable silver coins, cups, plates, bowls, forks, spoons... and just general uncomfortable stuff. How you actually manage to fall asleep on it is a mystery.
"Hm, what are your goals then?"
The goddess pauses for a long time.
"Nothing that I could explain to a mortal, I apologize. Definitely benign in the eyes of the other gods, though, because otherwise I would be a Forbidden god. And if it's benign even in Grandar's eyes, chances are it won't be something bad in your eyes."Anthramarux chuckled.
"Well, you lot have appropriated a certain item of great value to me. I'd like it back. It is a trifling thing-not worth the trouble I'll certainly be forced to cause you if you don't give it back.
I'm willing to deal with you, to save unnecessary casualties. Before you respond, ask yourselves if it's worth the attention of a Dragon to keep a single piece of treasure. Ask yourselves, how many of you will die-your followers, your allies? Then, remind yourselves of who is between you and a knife in the back.
Realistically, You face the death of your band-I have no problem hunting you to the ends of the Earth. All of you. So, think-and consider my offer.
All I ask is for this single piece. Do the math. Give me what I want, and I'l leave you in peace. Otherwise, we go to war.
And, War is bad for business, isn't it? Let's make a deal. I'm willing to bargain-but only for today.
What say you?"
She didn't honestly expect them to listen to reason...in that case, she was ready, a caustic bile beginning to from with her second stomach. Her claws idly pawed at the dust at her feet.
[Intim:2][Difficulty:4]: Everyone looks at another for a second, before they look at you again. They weren't phased much.
The bandit with the cigar spits it on the ground. All of a sudden at least a one and a half dozen crossbows and bows are aimed at you. They're all loaded.
"Proposition my ass, you're making a threat! Let me remind you that there are enough of us to make you a pincushion and enough to cut you into red ribbons. One of us also did Adept school in Ice magic, and is more than willing to freeze you solid or put an ice spike in your skull. Now, are you actually going to offer a proposition and tell me what you want and what you're going to pay for it, or am I going to have to kick your ass out of here?" He unsheathes a particularly nasty looking sabre. It looks magical.
The bandits from the outer patrols are quite close now: Barely within range of bows or crossbows. In addition, a several more bandits walk out of the buildings nearby, wondering why everyone outside is no longer cheering, and wondering why there are people waving their hands around in the distance. They, for the moment, appear unaware of you.
[Int:2+2]: You're unsure of the exact chances you have, but while you're sure you could kill a dozen or so with your acid if you're lucky, and kill about as much with your claws, you're also sure that if you fight your chances of survival are very low: there's just too many of them. And you're sure that there's going to be a lot of pain in bolts and arrows, even if you try to fly away.
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