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[Dwarmin]

Working on the turn right now, btw. I planned to update this weekend, but maptools D&D attacked again.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Fun times, too. :3

[Dwarmin]

Saren Of Tyria/Micelus...Ochita...Felerius/Tiruin...Goseki Sakane/Lawastooshort

Saren takes a walk around the camp to ease her troubled mind...she runs into Halbarad, who seems agitated-Feleris the Elf has been gone a while.

Meanwhile, Ochita delves into his books, searching for answers, or maybe just momentary distraction...

Goseki speaks quietly with Tsuna in the dark.

Feleris emerges from the brush, to Halbarads relief. Then confusion, as he looks upon Lwy'nna

"Feleris, what took you...and who is this...?"

All are distracted by a sudden flapping of wings and a bestial Draconic roar from above.

A few moments later, they hear a booming and sonorous hissing voice from above, conveying not only boundless rage and power, but a sly, almost sensual femininity...the first words are in Draconic, a language of which Ochita knows a bit by lore, and of which Saren knows what few words her Lizardfolk language shares with it. Feleris has never heard it at all, and Goseki only can pick up fragments.

After, it seems to change it's voice a bit, and begins speaking in the common tongue.

 

"Wux mablik iri bevi ekess lowd sia opsolaic thaczil? Nomeno goawy geou qe dout ariloexokarthel.

Come and face me Mortals, before I get impatient..."

Everyone in the camp is awake by now, shaking off sleep and hurriedly donning armor and weapons-and gathering the center. All hear the beating of the Dragons wings off to the North, then a tremendous thump as she lands in the field.

Halbarad runs a slightly shaking hand through his ruddy hair.

"This isn't good. What do you suppose we should do?"

Ochita recalls he has a few books on Dragons. Actually fighting one is a frightening prospect.

Goseki notices Tsuna seems to be a bit unnerved, perhaps not wanting to endanger the mission fighting this beast up front.

Saren notices a few wary, maybe hostile glares-or thinks she does. Maybe they think she is in league with the Dragon...she tries to call her spider, and grimaces. She can't feel it's presence clearly anymore. It's not dead...but it's not gone...

Feleris sighs. Lwy'nna reclines her body back against him, purring like a cat. Hmm, not the time for this, Feleris thinks.

{"Mmm...Dragons are so amazing, aren't they Feleris? I once knew a Dragon that lived around here. Maybe I could tell you about him sometime. Assuming you don't get yourself eaten up by one before then."}

Feleris is about to explain his new companions strange words, when he notices no one has heard Lwy'nna's words-and she's not moving her mouth when he hears her speak...she must be using {telepathy} to communicate with him.

Spoiler: Saren/Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)

 
Mobility: 1
Reflexes: 1
Power: 0
Intelligence: 3

Armor: 2
Magic Resistance: 0

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
MP: 25% ()()()()()()()()()()
Effects:
Blessing of the Ancestor Spirits/Negates the first attack that would affect your HP, nullifying the attack completely.

-Deity Relations-
Ancestor God-Spirits
Piety: 30% ()()()()()()()()()()

-Items-
Equipped:
Conjurers Staff/Two-Handed Melee Weapon *gore spattered, Blood Spider Ichor*
Conjurers Robe/+2 Armor, Mana Battery (25/25 MP stored) *gore spattered, Blood Spider Ichor*
Lizardfolk Tribal Tattoos/Neutrality to Lizardfolk

Pack:
1xGreenScale Balm/Heals Reptilekin for 100% HP, needs one turn of rest. Gives +50% Defense for one day after application.

Powers:
Elemental Beckon
Cost: 25/50/100/200% MP
Upkeep: 10% MP per level
Reagents: Existing Elements
Effect: Saren can summon an extra-planar ally made of a primary element-fire, water, air, or earth-among others, but these are more difficult.

Said ally has four levels of power and size, based upon how much MP has been invested into it. All it requires is an existing example of the element you wish to conjure it from.

This spell is known by many Conjurers as basic self defense-it consists of invoking an elemental spirit from it's home realm with the promise of excitement and adventure. Most Elementals enjoy serving conjurers who keep them occupied, given the freedom to physically interact with the world-for, if their physical bodies are destroyed, they merely return back to wherever they came from-making them nearly fearless. They are not nearly mindless-many enjoying conversing and interacting with with their conjurer allies, sometimes forming strong friendships that last past the conjurers own life and extend to their children.

Object Summoning
Cost: ? MP
Effect: Saren's primary conjuring spell allows her to summon almost anything from her own willpower-literally, anything that she has touched or encountered before.

From a wagon wheel to a quiver filled with arrows to a basket of pears-obviously, the larger and more complex an object is, the more difficult and MP expensive it will be to summon it.
Also, said objects will only last about 30 seconds to a full minute before discorporating.

Conjuring is a business. The ability to summon objects from willpower is the most strenuous of any magic school-usually, multiple conjurers are used to share the burden of any prospective summon. This spell has infinite application, to the learned mind...

Conjurers Seal
Cost: 25% MP
Effect: Makes a summoned object permanent.

The speciality of the Company of Conjurers is to make a temporary object permanent-it's what elevated conjuring from a dead end school with little practical application into something that was feared and respected. It's an easy cantrip, actually-compared to the summoning itself, locking an object into reality is fairly simple, thought MP expensive.

By forging contracts with certain extra-planar allies, the Company of Conjurers has the ability to arrest the process of energy decay that usually makes summoned objects disappear.

Ancestors Wisdom
Cost: 50% Piety
Effect: +2 Intelligence for 24 hours

The collected knowledge of the ancestor spirits-gathered over many lifetimes, large and small, empowers the minds of those who pay respect to them.

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Spoiler: Ochita/Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)

 
Mobility: 1
Reflexes: 1
Power: 0
Intelligence: 3

Armor: 2
Magic Resistance: 2

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
MP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
Effects:

-Deity Relations-
None

-Items-
Equipped:
Verlaine Cutlass/One-Handed Melee Weapon
Robes of the Travelling Mage/+2 Armor, +2 Magic resistance
Leather Bag of Collected Literature/Provides bonuses and lore pertaining to a wide variety of skills and actions.

-Keys-
Elesias Scrying Crystal/Allows communication with Mother Elesias about once every 12 hours-depending on local magical conditions-and teleportation to and from her tower-but only one way forward, and one way back. Ochita can expend his own mana to boost the signal. Ochita has not used its teleportation abilities yet. It is cold and dark right now, having just expended it's charge.

Pack:
4x Healing Potions/Heals 25% HP, 50% Defense, instant use
1x {Foul Tasting} Healing Potions/Heals 25% HP, instant use, May cause sickness
1.5xDried Fruit and Nut Rations/1 Day of Food
2xMana Potions/Restores 100% MP, Spell Overcharge, instant use

Powers:
Forcefield
Cost: 75% MP
Effect: Gives you an additional 4 armor and magic resistance that is depleted by damage. If not destroyed, the shield regenerates when he is out of combat.

Ochitas primary defensive spell has saved his life many times-stray arrows, bad falls, hostile blades, dart traps... It creates a light blue tinted shield of force that covers his body, protecting him from physical and magical harm.

Ether Missile
Cost: 5% MP
Effect: Offensive Magic, -2 to enemy reflexes to dodge. Negated by magic shields.

Offensive magic, highly accurate.

Simple, effective, deadly-a streak of enchanted energy missiles that pack a punch from afar. It is the bane of warriors, who cannot easily dodge the swarm of independently seeking flares, but those who possess magic shields or resistance of any sort can nullify them entirely.

Scry
Cost: 25% MP
Effect: Allows Ochita to astral project his spirit-his astral form can bypass walls, is invisible and undetectable, and is immune to damage from mundane means.

Of course, dangers are inherent-spending too long or going too far from his body could be fatal, and there are some less than physical beings which can still pose a threat to him. He can only maintain about a quarter of a mile distance, and a half an hour in this form completely safely.

Repair
Cost: ? MP
Effect: Restores a broken or corroded item to full functionality-all it requires is that you gather the pieces of the item together. Costs more or less, depending on how large and complex the item is.

Ochita's custom spell allows him to undo the wear of time and damage on items-he's used it on old books, of course, mending his robe, and his sword the few times it's actually been broken.

Spoiler: Goseki/Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)

Mobility: 0
Reflexes: 2
Power: 0
Intelligence: 3

Armor: 3
Magic Resistance: 0

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
ST: 80% ()()()()()()()()()()
Effects:
Camoflaged, +1 to Stealth

-Deity Relations-
-None-

Equipped:
Sakane Katana/One handed Melee Weapon, Hidden
Springblade/One handed melee weapon, thrown weapon, Hidden
Yoroi Armor/+3 Defense, +1 Stealth
Jiang Needle Blade/One handed melee weapon, thrown weapon, Hidden, -2 reflexes when thrown, Ignores 1 armor

Key:
-1x Healers Kit: Disguised an an old ladies carrying bag, this not only houses Gosekis numerous antidotes and balms, but her poisons as well...the bottles are unlabeled, but varied-and only she knows which are which. It allows her apply an essentially limitless amount of poison to any of her weapons (all it takes is a drop), and doubles the normal healing rate of either herself, or anyone she is administering to. It has antidotes for nearly all known poisons and venoms as well, curing them about 75% of the time.

Pack:
1xHandful of Thunderpods: Consumable Thown, No damage, Ignores Metallic Armor, 75% chance of stun
1x Spiced Rice Ball/One Day of Food
1x Small Healing Potion  Heals 10% HP, 25% Defense, instant use
1x Meditating Incense/Heals Ninjas for 100% HP, needs one turn of rest. Gives +50% Defense for one day after application.
1x Stamina Potion/Restores all lost Stamina
1xSilverleaf/1 Day of Food
2xTrotters Balm/Heals 50% HP, requires 1 turn of rest
1xKobold Bulb/Can be brewed into acidic Gnomeblight, a potent weakening poison against all Humanoids-only Gnomes particulalry so.
1xVial of Gnomeblight/When applied, creates horrible stinging wounds, causing your next attack to do an additional +10% HP damage if your opponent doesn't beat an unmodified Power Roll. If thrown, the stench released makes combat impossible in the miasmal cloud for any creature with a sense of smell or taste. Gnomes, Halflings and Hobbits-along with similiar kin-are terrified of it, take double damage, and have a chance of being struck unconscious by the gas.


Powers:
Gosekis Wisdom
Cost: 10% Stamina
Effect: Goseki adds her intelligence score to her reflexes, power and mobility rolls for the next turn of combat. If used consecutively, Stamina drain doubles.

Gosekis Intiution
Cost: 10% Stamina
Effect: Goseki can specify an action or single attack on her turn to receive this buff-that action will be rolled twice, with the higher roll being used.

Storm of Hidden Blades
Cost: 10% Stamina
Effect: Physical Ranged attack, -1 Power, -2 enemy reflexes to dodge. Ignores normal armor. Can be envenomed.

Gosekis Reckoning
Cost: Free
Effect: Goseki can instantly appraise anyone she meets-determining their true powers, intents and capabiltes. This takes one turn of at least casual contact, or 2-3 in combat. Against that target, you permanently gain +1 to all stats when in combat with them, or +1 to all stats when fighting alongside them, non-consecutively. Doesn't work on other Ninjas.

=Targets Appraised=
Feleris Valinar/He's a Sylvan Ranger...good with a bow...he has the fortitude to endure any obstacle...
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Spoiler: Feleris/Inventory and Stats (click to show/hide)

Mobility: 1
Reflexes: 2
Power: 1
Intelligence: 1

Armor: 3
Magic Resistance: 0

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 70% ()()()()()()()()()()
ST: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
Effects:
Camoflaged/+1 to Stealthy Actions
Strength of the Rangers/ +1 to all stats for 12 turns

-Deity Relations-
Goddess of Life
Piety: 30% ()()()()()()()()()()

Goddess of Chaos
Piety: 10% ()()()()()()()()()()()()

-Items-
Equipped:
Sylvan Longbow/Two-Handed Range Weapon
Ranges Cloak and Tunic/+3 Armor, +1 to Stealth
2xSylvan Daggers/One-handed Melee weapons

Pack:
1xHandful of Thunderpods: Consumable Thown, No damage, Ignores Metallic Armor, 75% chance of stun.
21xSwiftflight Arrows/Ammunition
0.5xWaybread Loaf/1 Day of Food, +1 morale bonus to all stats for 12 hours after eaten
1xSunshine Liqeur/Heals 50% HP, 100% Defense, instant use
1xSunrod/A bright alchemic torch. Provides as many hours of bright illumination during the night, as it absorbs during the day. Command words are "Solara" to activate, and "Lunara" to deactivate. Doesn't burn or produce smoke, and can only be extinguished through magical means. Damages and stuns light averse creatures.

Powers:
Goddess's Balm
Cost: 50% Piety
Effect: Heals 50% HP, 100% DF in the user, or one of his friends.

Just a drop of the cooling water from the Goddess of Lifes springs can restore your strength. Using this on another good soul and expecting no reward can actually gain you her favor and reward you later in your travels.

Goddess's Cleansing Touch
Cost: 20% Piety
Effect: Heals all poisons, venoms, curses and and diseases in either the user or one of his friends.

The Goddess's touch removes all noxious maladies...physical and spiritual. As with all her aids, using this on another good soul and expecting no reward can actually gain you her favor and reward you later in your travels.

Aimed shot
Cost: 25% ST
Effect: +3 power and reflexes to next set of ranged attacks.

One shot...one kill. Requires you to be still and not engaging in melee combat.

Willpower
Cost: 50% ST
Effect: Restores 25% HP, 50% DF

Sylvan Rangers are taught to endure any hardship-what kills other races, they thrive in.

True name of Lwy'nna
Cost: Free
Effect: If Feleris utters this Fey beings true name, she will generally be compelled to do whatever he asks, even against her will. If forced into combat against her, he can utilize the name to gain a +5 bonus to all stats. Usage of the name will obviously lower her trust toward you, as will sharing it with anyone, since anyone who learns the name can invoke the same powers against her.

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Rhogar/Zako

Rhogar lines up his hammer for a mighty throw, visualizing the arc he needs to hit two of the fleeing thieves...

Rhogar Accuracy vs 4

Sneaky Kobold A-1  [hit]
Sneaky Kobold B-8+2 = [miss]

Spent 25% Stamina

He hefts it with a bellowing war cry! It flies true, striking the first Kobold dead at 10 paces-then it arcs around...the second Kobold, seeing the fate of his friend, twists his body sinuously and the hammer misses him by a quarter inch.

Rhogar catches the hammer with a grunt, spinning his body to the left, and arcing a lightning bolt at the last one...

Rhogar Accuracy vs 2+4=6

Sneaky Kobold C 2+2=4 [Hit]

Effect=8

It reduces the Kobold to a greasy green smear on the ground. Along with whatever he had stolen. Oops.

Spent 50% Piety
+Slaying blow refunds 10% Piety

Rhogar feels a sudden drop in air pressure-presumably as the Kobolds spirit, slain by lightning, is harvested by his God. Then he hears the voice of Kron, a bit annoyed.

"A Kobold? What am I supposed to do with this! Eh, maybe he can clean my boots or something..."

The voice fades to indistinct muttering.

Rhogar Catch vs 8

Kettle Run C 5+2=7 [Pass]

Rhogar takes off running into the brush, seeing a score of the little bastards in a group ahead, as he wades in...he's looking...Kettle! In a fit of inspiration, Rhogar points to Kettle from across the field and makes a 'gimme' gesture. The kobolds, ever courageous, seize Kettle by the arms and throw him at Rhogar's feet, before scampering off into the forest.

Rhogar strides over to the Kobolds whimpering form.

"Yark! Kettle say it not personal, right? Just business? No kill? Please?"

Rhogar grunts, and opens his pilfered pack...

Items Stolen
3, 3
Amount
1, 3

All his stamina potions are gone. He growls.

Stolen:3x Stamina Potion/Restores all lost Stamina

Spoiler: Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)

Mobility: 0
Reflexes: 1
Power: 2
Intelligence: 2

Armor: 6
Magic Resistance: 0

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
ST: 75%  ()()()()()()()()()()()()(
Effects:
Favor of Kron/Immune to Lightning Damage
Well Fed/+1 to all stats for 12 turns

-Deity Relations-
Kron the Thundering God
30% ()()()()()()()()()()

-Items-
Equipped:
Brightflash Clan Warhammer/One handed Melee Weapon, Greenskin Bane
Skysteel Full Platemail+Shield, Helm/+6 Armor, (taken off to sleep)
Holy Symbol of Kron/Lightning Immunity

Key:
-1x Shackles of Time/Cannot be removed, allows you to sense the general area, direction and state of who is wearing the twin. Allows you to undo your previous turn in the game, once-other players affected can possibly resist it's effect on them, if there is any.


Pack:
3xGreenscale Balm/Heals Reptilekin for 100% HP, needs one turn of rest. Gives +50% Defense for one day after application.
2x Krons Prime Beef Shanks/One Day of Food, +1 Morale Bonus to all stats for 24 hours
2xSmoked Venison Ration/1 Day of Food

Powers:
Krons Thunder Bolt
Cost: 50% Piety
Effect: Offensive Magic, +4 Power against enemies not immune to electricity, +4 reflexes to hit against enemies not immune to electricity

A clap of thunder spells doom for Krons foes-his deadly bolts are both horribly powerful and unerringly accurate, seeking your enemy. Kron enjoys and reward his followers when using this technique to finish a battle-to kill, not merely wound, since he owns the souls of mortal who die by lightning and thunder.

Krons Wrath
Cost: 75% Piety
Effect: +2 to Mobility, Reflexes and Power against a chosen foe.

Kron is known to bless his champions with amazing power when fighting particulalry deadly foes-this is a costly and dangerous ritual to enact, for once you have invoked his wrath, you cannot stop attacking-not for mercy, not for death, not for anything-or his rage will turn upon you. Your foe must fall.

Crushing Blows
Cost: 20% ST
Effect: Ignores half the enemy armor on your next set of melee swings, rounded up

A warhammer like Rhogars tends to destroy most mundane armor-his rage lets his crush his enemies defenses-shattering shields, denting plate and breaking the bone underneath.

Hammer Throw
Cost: 25% ST
Effect: Ranged Attack, Requires Hammer. +2 Power,  -2 reflexes to dodge for each target. Critical chances increased by 10%. Can hit up to three targets.

The Clerics of Kron are known to favor Hammers that can be thrown and retrieved like boomerangs-it's not very accurate, but the damage is considerable, and the technique can be used to plow into hordes of enemies.

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Rykmar/IronyOwl

Rykmar follows the same path he took back to the camp. His Demonic vigor makes it easy to keep a quick pace.

But he can't help but notice something-while he's no Ranger, Rykmar can see the marks and prints he made in the stone and sand.

And Vorathus prints, right beside them. Following them, and likely his scent, right back to the cave...

...

When he crests the Hill, he sees what has happened-Vorathu lured Cria out of the cave with his lies, and she now lays sprawled in a twisted heap, screaming with agony from a Fel arrow to her left thigh. Rykmar knows by experience, that Vorathus arrows are deadly-they inflict living torture on those they strike, far beyond a mere flesh and blood wound. She'll die if he doesn't help her remove it.

Crias pain glazed gaze turns back, and falls over Rykmar, standing on the Hill.

"It hurts so much...Rykmar! Please, help me..." She says...Rykmar feels magical control of both the Ash Shadow and the Skeletal hand ceded to him, through her. If she dies, he won't be able to control them, but they should respond to his mental commands for now. Unless Cria falls unconscious or worse.

Rykmar merely looks carefully down into the gulley...this is Vorathus favorite game, after all-set the bait, catch the bigger fish....he knows rushing in would only get the both of them killed. So he stays calm.

?

vs

?

He thinks he sees a flash of movement. Is that Vorathu, kneeling behind the tree? The shape is right...

Spoiler: Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)

Mobility: 1
Reflexes: 1
Power: 1
Intelligence: 2

Armor: 3
Magic Resistance: 0

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 80% ()()()()()()()()()() 
MP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()

Effects:
Demonic Vigor/Immune to Heat and Poison
Prides Folly/ +30% DF for 21 hours against Humanoids
Portion of Soul Removed (20% Lust)/ -20% permanently until recovered
Infernal Charisma/+1 Diplomatic rolls against Evil and Neutral aligned Humanoids. +2 to resist any magical attempts to control or influence you.
Greeds Wager/ 11 turns left, 0% toward Goal

-Deity Relations-
Nine-Hells Princes
30% ()()()()()()()()()()

-Favor-
Pride
Lust

-Neutral-
Gluttony
Wrath
Envy
Pride
Zealotry

-Disfavor-
Apaty
Sloth
Greed

-Items-
Equipped:
Demonrune Viziers Blade/One-handed Melee Weapon
Demonskin/Natural Armor:+3 Armor, Heat Immune, Poison Immune
1xHellfire Amulet/Trinket: All spells cast do an additional +1 damage. Can only be used by the Demonic or truly Evil.

Key:
Infernal Sapphire Signet Ring/Allows Demonic Communication and summoning of Demons directly from the Hell-Planes.
Bag of Greed/It shifts uncomfortably in your hands, sometimes feeling full, other times empty...but, when you open it and look there's nothing. It's currently empty.


Pack:
4xHealing Potions/Heals 25% HP, 50% Defense, instant use
1xEbon Candle/Can be used to establish a shaky connection to the Hell Planes. Often utilized by Human Warlocks. Has low value in Hell.

Powers:
Hellbolt
Cost: 10% MP
Effect: Offensive Magic, +2 Power against enemies not immune to both Poison and Fire

A combination attack, and Hells primary offensive tool, the Hellbolt combines searing acid and deadly flames in a one two punch-and if your foe is only resistant to one of them, then you can specify the other element to grow in strength to compensate.

Bloodwrack
Cost: 25% MP
Effect: -1 to all enemy stats, can be stacked. Four stacked Bloodwracks kills almost any mortal being if they aren't dead already.

Demons know pain. Born in the Hell-Planes, they feed on it...Bloodwrack is the first of many torments they have developed, that causes the very blood of the target to boil, but causes no lasting damage. Excellent for enforcing obedeiance in your thralls, crippling your enemies, or tormenting either for information or fun.

Etheral Jaunt
Cost: 50% MP
Use: Once a Day
Effect: Teleports the Demon to a random 'safe' place, at least within a half mile of where you were standing. Works once a day.

Safe being a relative term. Long ago, Rykmar enslaved an Imps Soul and bound it to a glass bottle on his waist. The little bugger is almost useless-he tells very good jokes, thought-except for the fact he can teleport both you and himself from danger-for, while he despises Rykmar and wishes him dead, he knows of no one who can free except Rykmar. Given the alternative is him trapped in a bottle for a literal eternity, he merely helps the Demon as he is commanded, being very patient.

While, we wont drop you into a bottomless pit, but the spell doesn't account for dropping you into a pit deep enough to only break your legs, for example. He does have the typical Impish sense of humor.

Telepathy
Cost: Free to Communicate/10%+ MP to Pry
Effect: Used for controlling your minions without spokens words-or reading your opponents mind to discover what you wish of them. Only the strong willed can keep you from learning their secrets easily...of course, if a foe is completely unaware of your presence, they might not even notice your intrusion until it's too late.

Infernal Charisma
Cost: Free
Effect: +1 Diplomatic rolls against Evil and Neutral aligned Humanoids when using charm instead of Intimidation, increases strength of successful persuasion attempts. You gain +2 to resist any magical attempts to control or influence you.


 

Mobility: -1
Reflexes: -1
Power: 1
Intelligence: -2

Armor: 2
Magic Resistance: -2
Effects:
Incorporeal/You take half damage from physical sources, but double from magical ones. You cannot pass through walls, but you can squeeze your body past even the tiniest crack.
Invisibilty/You are invisible to the naked eye in any area not under direct light. Cannot go invisible in combat.

[Zako]

((I've got you, you little bastard. YOUR ASS IS MINE!!))

Rhogar's gaze turned cold and hard, as he walked calmly up to the kobold, wrapping his large hand around it's scrawny neck.

"I want you to understand this, just so you can see how badly you have slighted me. You have taken advantage of my hospitallity, you have stolen my possessions, shown disdain for my generous offer and DISGRACED ME INFRONT OF MY GOD!"

Rhogar took a moment to calm down, and spoke again in a cold and deadly tone.

"Do you know what my people do to thieves? They kill them, or if they are truly insulted, cut off both their hands as a mark of shame. I shall do neither to you, you aren't that lucky."

Rhogar promptly then stomps down on both knees of the kobold, breaking both legs.

"That's so you don't run away. Now listen closely: You are going to agree to my GRACIOUS offer, and lead me into the fortress through a safe passage, because not only is it good business but it will also be better for your health. In return, I shall let you live and even keep my end of the bargain.

If you do not wish to accept my terms, I'll drag you to the fortress by your legs, and well see how cooperative you are then."

Rhogar then turns to the darkness and shouts:

"AND DON'T THINK YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS CAN HELP YOU EITHER, LEST THEY WISH TO TASTE STEEL."

Rhogar turns back to the poor kobold that's still in his grasp

"Do we have a deal?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Rykmar..." a voice whispered from the shadows. "Look, Rykmar, look. At. My. Handiwork!" How could Rykmar not look at his woman - his pet - sprawled upon the dirt, crying in agony from the arrow? Not a killing blow - that would come later - but one that would cause pain and prevent her from escaping... leaving her at his leisure to approach and finish whenever he wanted. A greater agony and cruelty than just killing her outright: letting her have hope that he might lose interest and leave, but knowing he was watching, waiting, and when her suffering started to bore him, he would most likely hurt her again, or perhaps just finish her.

"Couldn't protect her, hmm? No. Couldn't." A high-pitched, insane cackling filled the area as Vorathu's Guilt, once Vorathu Brightblade, taunted him. "Can't protect her. Poor Rykmar, too weak. Smells less than a whole soul. What's left is for you, and for Vorathu maybe? Nothing for Cria, beautiful pet. Fun pet. Just. A. Pet. Worthless to Rykmar, yes. A fun toy to occupy nights. Nothing more." Although he couldn't see him, Rykmar could probably feel the Guilt's mood suddenly change from playful to aggressive. "Should have taken up brother's offer. Wouldn't be in this predicament, no! Cria, still whole. Still healthy. Wouldn't suffer now. Rykmar, selfish bastard. Her injury, your fault. All. Of. This, your fault!"

Was Vorathu, perhaps, circling around in the darkness? "Rejected Rakmiel, first mistake. Left Cria, second mistake. Came back... final mistake. Ready to die, Rykmar? Ready to become part of Vorathu's pack?" A laugh, angry, that sounded as if the Guilt's tongue was lolling out of his mouth. "Rykmar, following Vorathu, the alpha. Subordinate. Maybe Vorathu take Cria, too. Give both to Rakmiel. Watch result. Laugh."

Spoiler: Lore: Vorathu Brightblade (click to show/hide)

Vorathu Brightblade was a paladin of the dwarven people a little over a hundred years ago and was almost considered a living saint. He fought for dwarves everywhere, and would often appear when battles were at their lowest point to save his people. He met his end on a rainy summer day, holding a bridge to a dwarven settlement on his own. He slew over fifty orcs that day, and with his last breath destroyed the bridge at the cost of his own life to save his people.

[micelus]

Racist uncouth barbarian bastards! Just because I have scales and happen to be somewhat related to dragons...

Saren, looking angry at their unvoiced accusations, said quietly to herself, "Racists..."

Turning away from them, she cast a simple spell. She conjured up a large stone wall directly a few metres above the dragon. She wouldn't need to make it permanent; 30 seconds was more than enough.

((If above is impossible then))

Saren looked at the dragon, a cousin-people of the lizardfolk, tries to commune with it. In the tongue of her tribe she says, "Sorry cousin for our trespassing; can we right our wrongs in anyway?" Should that have absolutely no effect due to the dragon not understanding, summon up an earth elemental directly under the dragon and run around the dragon.

[lawastooshort]

"Come, Tsuna. A ninja's place is in the shadows, not in the front line of battle. There are those among us far better equipped than we to fight such a beast."

Goseki will retreat into the nearest shadowy cover and not participate in the possible fight, whilst using her Reckoning skill on the dragon and envenoming some hidden knives.

If fighting does break out, she will not participate unless one of the other party members is in mortal danger, at which point she will activate her Wisdom and throw a Storm of Hidden Blades at the dragon's (or other opponent's) eyes.

[Tiruin]

((That was surprising. I can't use braces now to say my own questions  . Perfect, another thing that I can't do. Telepathy.))

'Well, there goes any chance of a good night's rest.'

"Lwy'nna," Feleris whispered, holding a hand up to his mouth to mask his words while tilting his head in her direction, "they are the most magnificent beings I've seen with my own eyes, but this isn't the right time to do this. We don't want to fight this dragon-- well, I don't, not now. I can't get anything it is saying. This seems to be a misunderstanding of sorts though, it isn't attacking."

He lowered his hand and looked to Halbarad, "No time to explain. She is a friend." He turned towards the dragon and gripped his bow while putting his other hand on his breast, ready to draw an arrow from his quiver if need be. He hoped this was really a misunderstanding and did not wish anything to happen this close to the Fortress.

"We wish not to fight! By what reason do you have to attack us?"

((If this fails or if it doesn't reply in the common tongue))

Feleris cast a glance at his new companion. "Lwy'nna, stay safe," he said in the most sincere tone he could muster, ignoring his upper body wounds.

He then stiffens up as he searches for any weakspots in the dragon. The joints or in between the scales sounded a nice place to lodge something sharp, but not to kill unless it was truly needed.

Use Aimed shot

[Dwarmin]

The Adventurers fan out, each preparing to fight the Dragon-each looking for a telling weakspot in the thick cage of scales that is a one of their kinds natural armor...but the field she landed in is covered in a inky black fog, obscuring most efforts to perceive it from afar. A large murky shape can be vaguely seen within.

Even Saren was wary of conjuring a wall-since if it missed, her MP would be completely expended. Then again, it would be hard to miss.

Feleris is the first to actually address the Dragon, warily calling, with his bow drawn.

"We wish not to fight! By what reason do you have to attack us?"

A few seconds later, her voice answers him.

"Attack you? What ever gave you the impression I wanted to attack you, Mortal? I come here with to speak..deal. Business. Proposition...

If you are truly brave, come forth into the shadows and speak with me, Sylvan who Courts Chaos. Or you others...

What about you, Old Woman who is Not who she seems?

Disgraced Daughter of the Lizardfolk?

The Blind man, who looks in a mirror, and sees only lies...

I see you all, and I know you all."

Feleris hears a low hissing chuckle.

OOC:@ Tiruin/ Technically, it's two way telepathy when you're just 'speaking' back to her. I cede you back {braces} for your questions and take ~tildes~.

@Micelus/I was a bit confused with your action-are you dropping a wall on its general position right away, or waiting to talk?

Also I'll keep the RP shorter from now on.

[Tiruin]

((Noooo! {Braces} work it well! ))

'How...did it- she, know?'

Feleris relaxed his posture. He felt weary from his fight by Lwy'nna, and the lack of sleep for days have been getting to him. But he did his best not to show.

{Stay back Lwy'nna. Unless you can help here, I don't want the others to know who...what you truly are.}

"Into the shadows? If it is a proposition you seek, deliver it here where all can see! We don't want anything less than a peaceful agreement. Nothing to hide, no tricks to be thrown, if you truly know us all, that is."

[Dwarmin]

A seconds hesitation...

"...and I suppose you and your friends will enjoy looking for gaps in my scales while we chat amiably, in which to shoot your foul little arrows?

A clever ploy. How about I take the aspect you are passably familiar with,  Feleris Valinar?"

Feleris squints as the shadows fade-there is a shifting of the form within...revealing Ravena the Blackguard in full armor. She was before now, Stromgands probable lover and ally-the man who lead this expedition.

She takes a short half bow, like an actress after a particularly satisfying performance.

"Surprises all around.

Shocking, isn't it? Who could have guessed the one who organized this ragged band from the beginning-the one who led Stromgand to the maps of this place, and told him of the Source, filled his head with dreams-was not quite who she seemed? Oh, I played him perfectly...maybe came to enjoy his company. But in the end he was merely a toy...

..and soon, I must report, most likely cast away. My Father flies by the Dawn with our forces, to lay waste to Stromgands camp. A pity.

Ahh, I do so love this tragedy, drama, irony, the turn of fate...you secrets, your lies and planned betrayals of your friends, it all comes to nothing in the end... I heard them all in the dead of night. I know."

She walks toward Feleris, mace drawn, and a cold grin her face.

"Think not this fleshly form weakens me in any way, my brave, valiant heroes. I retain all my Draconic strengths, and more so.

As for peace? There can be no peace here. This land is blood cursed. You will all die here.

It is already done.

...but, perhaps I can be convinced to not be your reaper...

It's what your...little Goddess would want, isn't it, Feleris? For you to speak, rather than fight?"

[Tiruin]

Feleris tried to mask his surprise. He guessed it did him no good, but try he did.

...

Did she- Ravena, read minds, or act on what she was foretold by any reason? How did she really know?

"The Goddess let's her followers choose whatever path they deign to take. I...wish to know your reason. If it is a fight you want, then let us fight, leave them out of this. But go answer my compatriots first, I do not speak for us all.

He hoped his words went out the way he wanted them to, ere the Blackguard notice anything to suspect.

For a moment, and from what he remembered of Vusted's words, the thought of Stromgand and Ravena being...Ugh, why did his thoughts have to run around like this. Especially at this time.

[Dwarmin]

Ravena swings her mace over her shoulder.

"Very well. Let it be known, I do not intend to harm you, nor bar your way on this hopeless quest...I merely seek an accord, a mutually beneficial agreement...I guess some of the more virtuous among you may call it a deal with the Devil.

Does anyone have anything to say?

Or is the Sylvan the only one among you with the fortitude to speak with me?"

She favors Feleris with a sly look.

((Opening the floor to the other players now. ))

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Rhogar breaks with Kobolds legs without hesitation, a fierce grin on his face.

His ultimatum is a little bit more effective this time, but the Kobold seems to gather what courage he has...

"Hurt Kettle...hate you...

...but, Kettle no dumb. You kill after he show you the way.

heh, heh...

Swear Oath that Kettle will not die if he shows you the way into the fort.

Swear Oath...to Thunder God to do so, or maybe just kill Kettle now..."

Well, he gets marks for spirit. The kobold grins defiantly.

[Ochita]

"Hm. I suppose that I shall speak my tongue, as rare few get to see a dragon, much less talk to it."
Ochita strides forward, showing that he was the one to talk.
"And now you are the blackguard, a human who is-Was evil. If you seek a deal from us, then either we will lose dearly, or you shall gain greatly, and I believe that any devil would explain the terms, before the deal is forged."

[Dwarmin]

Ravena glances over at Ochita, with the look of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Ahh, the favored son, if he but knew.

Before we speak of deals, answer me-Did you like my gift before, Ochita? I could give you more of that, if you liked it...and it doesn't have to hurt, either. I am capable of many things, not all of them cold and dark."

She takes a casual step toward him, with a hint of cruel amusement dancing in her eye.