No apologies for taking so long, I was sick. And I'm pretty sure nobody can really get all uppity about someone sick not wanting to do something.
Merysta whimpered and immediately left the room for safer locales. (Another random 'search the cave' action.)
[2][3][5]: You find, once again, two empty rooms. However, the third time's a charm, as the next room contains an absolutely massive selenite crystal which pierces both the ceiling and floor. Though it looks all but impossible to remove by conventional means.
Noraiah felt the fresh beams of the sun touch her skin again. It was a strange place now, and she didn't know where to go or what to do. She partly wished the blue humanoid didn't leave her, but it pointed to this place so it must've meant something.
Check if a cliff is nearby, then call out to the inhabitants of the cave - those who were still talking. They didn't hurt her, so maybe they were friends of the humanoid?
There are no cliffs nearby. You call out very cutely to those who you just left for some reason.
They stop arguing, then the white one comes right up to you. It moves its large hand towards you...
Anthramarux weighed her chances against a horde of teleporting Assassins and found them not good. They could follow her anywhere, it seemed. Even up mountains!
But the temple was a secure redoubt, she thought. Tarran's power might have sway here.
Knowing her assassin would put a bolt in the empty space as soon a door opened, she knocked it from the side with her tail before entering.
Tarran better be awake, she grumbled.
Action: Enter the temple (opening the door from the side to let any archers loose their shots at the empty spot) and bar/lock the door behind me, if possible. Try to contact Tarran at his altar...
You run through and close the door. There don't appear to be any locks. Wait, what? Why is there no way to lock the door...?
You run to Tarran's altar.
"Back again so soon?" you hear to your right... wait, there's a human in a green robe with black hair and striking blue eyes sitting on a chair to your right, eating a sweetroll and waving at you. He definitely sounds like Tarran, but... it looks like such a weak form to inhabit. Surely he could have picked a dragon form?
"Having problems with Magdost and Lallos I presume?"To your left, you see another human in jester's clothes with purple hair juggling three living white rats. His face looks very familiar. He doesn't appear to care about you at the moment.
Raikonai snorted, displeased with himself again. His intellect was something of a sensitive spot for him.
"Tell me... Wrighti, was it? Or do you prefer Manling or Earth Mage?
In any case, does your strength assist you in magic at all? Are there mages of lesser intellect but greater physical prowess?"
"...'manling'? ...I prefer Wrighti.
No, my strength does not assist my magic."
"Ehum, hi? I was wondering if I could take a look around your city? It is so different from were I am from and I think I could learn much from it. Thought I should tell you beforehand."
Start exploring the city if they allow it. Keep flying north if not.
"Uh, sure, go ahead." A human guard says very blankly. He still thinks you're a bit queer.
You start exploring the city without any goal. You stop after a couple of minutes when you decide that a goal would actually be a good idea.
Cevitil breathes through his nostrils in frustration. Suddenly, he had an idea. Didn't Grathos just tell him to yell his name when around his targets, and then Grathos' justice would come swiftly to them? And if they were in this party, which they should be, and if Cevitil had big lungs...
Cevitil springs into the air above the party guests and summons every last bit of air in his lungs and belly to yell one name.
"GRATHOS!"
You spring into the air and shout Grathos' name. However, the arc and distance spreads the voice out too much and you don't know where your targets are, so nothing happens besides slight rumbling. Your failed attempt also attracts the attention of pretty much everyone around. Sensing danger from your shout, the guards on the outer keep shout at you to get down and surrender.
Ka felt that his parent just wasn't getting the hint. He was out of the warm darkness, and while it was sort of cold and dry out here, it was also BIG. Too big to waste attempting to get his father's attention.
Ka attempted to scamper away from his parent. He'd bounce around and claw a few things to get the hang of it. Hopefully nobody would need the things he was clawing, and Ka would try to avoid clawing anything that yelled. After he'd satisfied a little of his energy he'd bounce back to his father and see if he'd gotten the hint yet.
You bounce around at unbelievable heights much to the annoyance of the creatures, smacking all their nice things around and crashing them into the ground. After a while, you are caught by your 'father'... And are smacked hard on the rear. The pain makes you cry. Your father, annoyed, puts you into a large room, leaves, and closes the door.
Well, that just ruined your fun.
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Topic: RTD of the Dragon. Turn 57: Simple Answers, Upset Parents, and Jobs. (Read 214310 times)