|
|
Post by Tllith on Oct 13, 2009 19:20:07 GMT -5
Nodding, the Indep plops back down onto the grass and begins filing his papers into his backpack. "Which is closer, the nest or lake? We can hoof it t' one an' find a gate from there." He looks up for a moment with a stern expression, locking eyes with Xianna, Nuuko, and anyone else who seems reluctant to go. "Back out now or see it t' the end, bashers, there ain't other options here." " This is weird. I'm going to do both," says Tllith, and scuttles off. In a minute she's back. " I have candles. Now I'm ready to go! Except where's the chalice?" |
|
|
|
Post by skelterjohn on Oct 13, 2009 20:02:32 GMT -5
"Heard talk of some quest to save a Deva," comes a wearied voice from without. A red haired man in a heavy gray cloak walks in. His hands are wrapped in linen bandages, and he squints as if unused to light. "Name's Jocyl. I rolled in here last night on a wagon. Didn't get a lick of sleep...all the chanting and whatnot, so excuse the squints."
He walks over to the strange lizard. "Tasty lookin fella, you are."
|
|
|
|
Post by john on Oct 13, 2009 20:13:53 GMT -5
"I recommend we move as a group. There is a safety in numbers, and if we meet the bebilith at the wrong time, numbers are all we can count on to keep us alive."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tllith on Oct 13, 2009 20:54:36 GMT -5
" Heard talk of some quest to save a Deva," comes a wearied voice from without. A red haired man in a heavy gray cloak walks in. His hands are wrapped in linen bandages, and he squints as if unused to light. " Name's Jocyl. I rolled in here last night on a wagon. Didn't get a lick of sleep...all the chanting and whatnot, so excuse the squints." He walks over to the strange lizard. " Tasty lookin fella, you are." Tllith thinks a second as if remembering something told to her long ago, and then hisses at Jocyl, frill bristling up. " This is weird. You're wrong three ways in just one sentence! First wrong is, I'm probably a girl. Second wrong is, if you try to taste me, I will fight you and bite you and fight you and bite you and then I'll eat your liver just like it was a yummy, yummy dewdrop. Third wrong is, if you really want to taste me, I could sell you my skin next time I shed it, but I really really don't think you can make my price." She thinks a second. " And after I kill you I'll sing those songs you don't like over your corpse, I'm a very good singer. And if they wake you up I'll kill you again and eat your liver again!" |
|
|
|
Post by john on Oct 13, 2009 21:09:31 GMT -5
"Let's not talk about killing here. There's no price on anyone's head... trust me I'd know."
a bit of the flayed jaw underneath the helmet peeks out, as the vulture-helmed man bares his teeth in a humorless smile.
"Now, let's stop posturing about who's the toughest bastard here, and take care of business, eh? Tilith, load up the chalice once the boss here tells you where it's to be had.
Once we get guidance on the shorter location, we'll move there with all speed. Nuuko should scout ahead, as his skills lie in that direction. Hadrian here can heal and sling some spells. My occupation is obvious, given my name and gear. I'd like a bit about all of you, so I can best tactically dispose of you in a given situation. Tllith is going to be our priority, as the bearer of the chalice, so I'll make sure someone is always with you... er, ma'am."
|
|
|
|
Post by exile on Oct 13, 2009 21:20:59 GMT -5
Hadrian smiled (a weary, poor facsimile of a mirthful grin), and bowed his head towards the Taker. John was in his element, the boisterous Sergent, and Hadrian could see no reason to take him on. As long as some one got them moving, little did it matter what source provided the impetus. "All things are closest here," he gently reminded. "As are they remote. Elysium rewards the worthy with an uncomplicated journey, and she curses the wicked with a thorny road. I for one favor the waters, that we may fill the chalice before seeking out the gem."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tllith on Oct 13, 2009 21:24:46 GMT -5
"Let's not talk about killing here. There's no price on anyone's head... trust me I'd know." a bit of the flayed jaw underneath the helmet peeks out, as the vulture-helmed man bares his teeth in a humorless smile. "Now, let's stop posturing about who's the toughest bastard here, and take care of business, eh? Tilith, load up the chalice once the boss here tells you where it's to be had. Once we get guidance on the shorter location, we'll move there with all speed. Nuuko should scout ahead, as his skills lie in that direction. Hadrian here can heal and sling some spells. My occupation is obvious, given my name and gear. I'd like a bit about all of you, so I can best tactically dispose of you in a given situation. Tllith is going to be our priority, as the bearer of the chalice, so I'll make sure someone is always with you... er, ma'am." mumbles the lizard. Though she's still bristling her frill and flicking her tailtip back and forth like a cat; Jocyl had really gotten her dragon up. "But I can bite and claw and breathe and sling a spell. This is weird: if you really need me to get the chalice away from something, I can burrow pretty fast if the ground's not too much stony or stuff. Oh, and I can sing, too. And talk."{Bard trusts there won't be much disagreement on the last point.} |
|
|
|
Post by Tllith on Oct 13, 2009 21:25:44 GMT -5
Hadrian smiled (a weary, poor facsimile of a mirthful grin), and bowed his head towards the Taker. John was in his element, the boisterous Sergent, and Hadrian could see no reason to take him on. As long as some one got them moving, little did it matter what source provided the impetus. " All things are closest here," he gently reminded. " As are they remote. Elysium rewards the worthy with an uncomplicated journey, and she curses the wicked with a thorny road. I for one favor the waters, that we may fill the chalice before seeking out the gem." |
|
|
|
Post by john on Oct 13, 2009 22:06:49 GMT -5
"As you say, then, Hadrian, you know more about these places than I. And the water does sound like a good place to start."
He looks around. "Right then. Say your thing and let's get a move in. No use in wasting time when the Deva's life is ebbing. "
|
|
|
|
Post by exile on Oct 13, 2009 22:16:38 GMT -5
The aasimar shouldered his backpack - never far from hand except when he ministered to the Gatehouse. "As you say, Taker. I'm ready. May we have the chalice, brother?"
|
|
|
|
Post by TheGratefulNed on Oct 14, 2009 0:40:53 GMT -5
Though no one witnessed his approach, an ashen-skinned tiefling steps out from behind a tree just as Cedric is expressing the conundrum of whether the party should split up or not. A strange grin splits his face but he gives no indication of how much of the conversation, if any at all, he had heard. Gl'Fnak remains quiet until all of the others have spoken their piece. "Stealth, swordplay and spell-slinging," is all he says in response to John's inquiry about everyone's abilities.
A lanky dark-skinned elf walks lazily up the hill a moment after the tiefling in the gray leather armor appeared. Glancing at Xianna, John and Sirocco, Nuuko offered each a nod of acknowledgment. A look of annoyance crosses his face at the incessant chatter from the lizard-thing. He listens to the discussion and John's strategizing before commenting, "I'll be glad for the chance to stretch my legs. If anyone else thinks they can keep up and keep quiet a second pair of eyes can do a lot of good while scouting new terrain." The comment about keeping quiet accompanies a brief, but none-too-subtle, glare at Tllith.
"I agree, let's be on our way."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tllith on Oct 14, 2009 7:38:34 GMT -5
A lanky dark-skinned elf walks lazily up the hill a moment after the tiefling in the gray leather armor appeared. Glancing at Xianna, John and Sirocco, Nuuko offered each a nod of acknowledgment. A look of annoyance crosses his face at the incessant chatter from the lizard-thing. He listens to the discussion and John's strategizing before commenting, " I'll be glad for the chance to stretch my legs. If anyone else thinks they can keep up and keep quiet a second pair of eyes can do a lot of good while scouting new terrain." The comment about keeping quiet accompanies a brief, but none-too-subtle, glare at Tllith. says Tllith. "Anyone with half a tongue could smell you from a hundred yards off." She flickers her pointy tongue to demonstrate. "Like this, says the crag giant: 'Hmmm... here comes a doomed elf! I wonder! Would he taste better baked, or sauteed?'."{But I've made a separate thread for conversation, so players who don't want to chatter don't have to read it.} |
|
|
|
Post by skelterjohn on Oct 14, 2009 9:03:11 GMT -5
Jocyl loses interest part way through Tllith's rant, "Walkin', talkin' dragon jerky. Who knews?"
As Gl'Fnak makes himself known, he looks over slyly, and slightly nervously. "Haven't seen you in a while, Teifling. Not since you and that hot bitch left me for not-quite-so-dead in elemental fire...
|
|
|
|
Post by artemis on Oct 14, 2009 9:09:58 GMT -5
Xianna seemed to be mulling over possibilities in her mind, as if weighing her options. She could go back to The Cage and get paid now, but wouldn't she get more jink if she knew the actual outcome? And this idea of a "spark" interested her. A powerful thing it must be to mess with a fiend such as a bebilith.
Suddenly, she speaks up again. "Yes, I will go. I am both handy in combat and I can sling more than one spell."
She felt better knowing that Nuuko was around. Though they were totally different, she had slowly put a modicum of trust into him. This Taker of Blood seemed like a berk she could get along with, but she didn't trust him, nor any of the others. Didn't I see him in the Pit before, she wonders to herself.
"I could scout with you if you like, though I am not a skilled in reconnaissance as you," she says to Nuuko. "Wherever you feel I should be is fine with me. Well, almost wherever," she says as she cuts her eyes towards Tllith.
|
|
|
|
Post by Stix on Oct 14, 2009 11:05:48 GMT -5
Father Cedric excuses himself as everyone discusses, moving into the chapel/concert hall. He returns from the reliquary in short order, holding a plain and unornamented silver chalice. He tucks it into Tllith's pack, patting the hatchling on the head. "Be safe."
The monk finds his way to a less-populated part of the courtyard. "There is only one thing left to do before you go -- call the spark." Cedric raises his hands to the sky, framing a piece of it as he touches his index fingers and thumbs together. He sings a wordless note, and the winds seem to gather in reply. The aeolian harps in the halls hum loudly, and the foliage sways in a rustling dance. With a sharp updraft from the ground, the wind rises in a deafening whistle -- and suddenly, the bebilith stands next to the monk.
Those who've seen it before will notice changes in its appearance: where the beast was night-black before, it now appears a rich brown, mottled with black. The points of its barbed carapace have shortened and softened, though they still gleam like polished blades. Though still towering over the tallest of the group, it seems smaller, somehow.
The bebilith spies Vahn, then John... and shrinks away, raising its forelegs across its face as if it can't bear to look on them.
|
|
|
|
Post by exile on Oct 14, 2009 11:42:47 GMT -5
Hadrian offers a nod to Gl'Fnak upon the later's presentation and patiently observes the proceedings of brother Cedric. With all apparently in order he taps John on a pauldroned shoulder and moves in beside the bebilith. Sparing an inquisitive glance for the transformation wrought upon the creature, shrugs and loops an arm around its scythe like claw. "On with you then, lets go."
Squinting out into the morning light the aasimar took his first steps of the journey to come, fixing the lake in his thoughts and relishing the feel of the wind against his cheeks. For the moment his thunderclouds had seemingly fled, but who could tell with the Bleakers.
|
|
|
|
Post by john on Oct 14, 2009 13:33:50 GMT -5
"We're taking the bebilith with us?"
John shrugs his shoulders, apparently unmoved by this information, for now, beyond a slight hint of surprise.
"Right then. Little she-dragon, I'll watch over you, then." He then points to Xianna. "Scout with Nuuko, then. And you..." He points to Gl'fnak, "watch our rear. The rest of you with me and hadrian. Unless there are any objections?"
|
|
|
|
Post by TheGratefulNed on Oct 14, 2009 14:23:51 GMT -5
"That won't help, you know," says Tllith. "Anyone with half a tongue could smell you from a hundred yards off." She flickers her pointy tongue to demonstrate. "Like this, says the crag giant: 'Hmmm... here comes a doomed elf! I wonder! Would he taste better baked, or sauteed?'." The tall Prime looks down, unabashedly curious about the dog-sized lizard - a 'hatchling', apparently. His reply comes in an oddly accented and raspy common, " that's why you stay downwind if you're tracking prey. As for giants, they're slow-witted and clumsy. I've never had a problem outrunning them." The Athasian turns his head toward the tiefling woman as she speaks. With a nod of assent he adds, " I'll try not to outpace you." The Cipher, ever brief and direct, turns one corner of his smile up a bit more as he offers and acknowledging nod to Jocyl. With a shrug he responds, " Fire is not a place to defy someone you don't know you can defeat." The monk finds his way to a less-populated part of the courtyard. " There is only one thing left to do before you go -- call the spark." Cedric raises his hands to the sky, framing a piece of it as he touches his index fingers and thumbs together. He sings a wordless note, and the winds seem to gather in reply. The aeolian harps in the halls hum loudly, and the foliage sways in a rustling dance. With a sharp updraft from the ground, the wind rises in a deafening whistle -- and suddenly, the bebilith stands next to the monk. Those who've seen it before will notice changes in its appearance: where the beast was night-black before, it now appears a rich brown, mottled with black. The points of its barbed carapace have shortened and softened, though they still gleam like polished blades. Though still towering over the tallest of the group, it seems smaller, somehow. The bebilith spies Vahn, then John... and shrinks away, raising its forelegs across its face as if it can't bear to look on them. Nuuko's eyes widen and his nostrils flare slightly at the sight of the spider-fiend. Instinctively his hands grip sword hilts on either side of his waist. Gl'Fnak, focusing his attention on the monk and his summoning ritual, seems unmoved by the bebilith's sudden appearance. After a few more seconds of appraising Cedric, the Baatorian cocks his head to one side and his rough, black eyes study the creature that very recently mutilated several of his factionmates. One hand rests lightly on the hip opposite his sword, the other idly rubs the back of his scaly neck. He offers a curt nod at John's direction and waits for the others to start moving. The scout moves off quickly, eager to put some distance between himself and the bebilith but more anxious to be moving again. {But I've made a separate thread for conversation, so players who don't want to chatter don't have to read it.} ((OOC: Don't get me wrong, as a player I rather enjoy the banter as it seems to perfectly fit your character. Nuuko, on the other hand, is not a fan of it. Gl'Fnak is indifferent.  )) |
|
|
|
Post by Shadow on Oct 14, 2009 15:13:16 GMT -5
Standing once his backpack is organized, the Indep shrugs in response to the Bleaker. "Let's hope nobody's considered wicked then..." he says in an offhand manner, though with a brief glance at Nuuko.
Vahn jumps as the bebilith appears, then lets out a low whistle. Smiling gently at it's reaction, he approaches it slowly, making a soothing gesture. "Leg's all better now," he says, working it to demonstrate, "no lastin' issues, no harm done." The half-elf then turns to Father Cedric and bows. "My thanks for both the hospitality and guidance." His stomach rumbles quietly, bringing with it a wry grin. "Shame I didn't accept more of said hospitality though." He slides his backpack off one shoulder and pulls out a ration.
Turning back to the group at large, he looks over everyone briefly and nods before adjusting his backpack and starting foward. "No sense takin' any longer."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tllith on Oct 14, 2009 15:14:33 GMT -5
The tall Prime looks down, unabashedly curious about the dog-sized lizard - a 'hatchling', apparently. His reply comes in an oddly accented and raspy common, " that's why you stay downwind if you're tracking prey. As for giants, they're slow-witted and clumsy. I've never had a problem outrunning them." Tllith mumbles, "If you're tracking prey! But this is weird: now you're scouting, and the wind's coming from whichever way it wants to come." She's not chasing after him to talk though; something's about to distract her. Hadrian {...} moves in beside the bebilith. Sparing an inquisitive glance for the transformation wrought upon the creature, shrugs and loops an arm around its scythe like claw. " On with you then, lets go." Tllith watches Hadrian with big shiny eyes. That's the bravest thing she's ever seen, and such composure, too. "Right then. Little she-dragon, I'll watch over you, then." chirps the dragonet amiably, and does her best not to be too much underfoot. ((OOC: Don't get me wrong, as a player I rather enjoy the banter as it seems to perfectly fit your character. Nuuko, on the other hand, is not a fan of it. Gl'Fnak is indifferent. )) ((OOC: Thanks for the note! I'm following the species description -- " These predominantly social dragons love to talk. A brass dragon can be counted on to have an opinion about everything, and is always more than happy to share that opinion freely." -- and stealing a lot from my RLspawn, who's about that age and about that talkative. Trying to make Tllith entertaining, at least, even if she is noisy and naive.)) http |
|
))