OOC: name is not Redaxe, that's his tribe. name of barbarian is down the threa something like Sharock
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OOC: A point of clarification, assassins are after all of the Silvergard party, not Just Aohdan. Fits in withh what Muzdum said about a price on our heads.
you are correct, sir!!
And Amaury, thanks for the clarification as well. A lot to keep track of. Thanks guys!
Valen nods grimly. "Good questions, all." He pauses briefly, then gestures at each of the others as he names them. "Our company was sent by the adventurer's guild to learn the fate of Silvergard, which had not been heard of since the war. " He then looks to Aohdan briefly. "Now I myself know nothing of you but what you and Alaric have said. It is Aohdan who knows of your bloodline, thanks to his second sight. I do not presume to understand it, but he has yet to be wrong. As a sorceress, I do not know if you are aware of the dragon-plague... apparently you can somehow be instrumental in its cure."
Though not hostile, or threatening, the ranger's pale blue eyes hold SHayuri's gaze intensely. "You are correct in that the dagger is the most serious of all the threats we face. But before I speak of it, I apologize, but I MUST know what you know about it."
"I know that it's inhabited by some evil force that calls itself Azilyk," Shayuri replies. "And that it can use the dagger as a conduit to possess others. I know that your group discovered it while investigating Silvergard, and that it was last seen in the possession of a halfling. Aside from that, relatively little. Something I was hoping to correct."
Valen shakes his head, some disappointment evident in his face. "Well, good lady, unfortunately - unless one of my friends know something they have not said - there is nothing else we can tell you about that blasted dagger, other than it seems Norali the halfling no longer has it." He pauses to lookt briefly at Aleera, then turns back to Shayuri. " I know that it has resurfaced, but not who the wielder is."
He looks at his booted feet before proceeding. "Do you think any of the mages at your guild could help divine this?"
Though not addressed, Alaric figures he's better prepared to answer that, and that he may as well say a little more on the situation while he's at it. Impertinence is practically second nature.
"Entan's the only one I'm familiar with in the Adventurer's Guild that might be able t' do that, but then, I didn't study under the other Guild wizards... An' if Entan knew where the Dagger is, he'd have prob'ly a'ready fessed up and sent us or someone else t' secure it an' try t' seal it away in Silvergard. So most likely, it's got some wards 'gainst divination, or Entan's just not powerful enough t' find it. 'M guessin', anyway." he speculates.
To Shayuri, he adds "There's s'posed to be a way t' seal Azilyk in Silvergard, but it'd take the Dagger an' whoever she's possessin' at the time, an' that person'd die, so it's a bit tricky. That's what we learned there. After she escaped wit' Norali." Whispering, he adds "We don't talk 'bout it cuz the Dagger killed Johen's mentor before, an' he was framed for it briefly, so it's a sour subject."
Valen turns to Alaric. "From your words, my friend, I gather that you do not think we have the means to find that cursed dagger." For a moment his blue eyes blaze with the frustration of a hunter who cannot find the spoor of his prey. He then takes a breath, and continues calmly. "If so, the assassins are a priority. Perhaps we could set a trap to lure them out..."
The tavern is mostly empty, now. It never really closes, but the hour is late and most of the tavern's patrons have either retired for the evening or moved on to livelier establishments in the Candle District. In fact, only one small group remains, seated at a table near the back.
Renaldo overhears a snippet of their conversation. They are new to the guild, discussing what their first mission should be.
A young woman in the group suddenly clutches her head in pain.
The others are uncertain, fearful.
The young woman's form starts to warp and shift, as if she were no longer in control of it. She cries out in agony and the cry becomes an anguished roar as she becomes a small dragon, about four feet long from its snout to the tip of its tail, silvery in color, though her scales are flaking and brittle, with spots of raw flesh visible, an angry-red hue revealing sickness.
Her companions back away, fumbling for their weapons. The dragon's scream becomes punctuated by a bitter chill as frigid air escapes from her mouth. Her companions are caught in the blast, all four of them dropping to the floor, dead or nearly so, frozen.
The dragon turns its mad, feverish eyes on Renaldo...
OOC: Roll initiative!
The Adventurer's Guild Tavern Private Room
The group's conversation is interrupted by the sound of muffled screams from the common room.
Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
Johen continues to think about the possible issues facing his group and is completely absent-minded and unaware of his surrounding.
OOC: 1d20=1
and that's not silver but white dragon.. oops
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Alaric says "I'll certainly ask Entan anyway, but I don't think-" then the screams begin. "Well that's not normal. Could just be a barfight, but let's check."
OOC: Getting to the common room from the back will take a move action. The dragon is in the far corner of the room, about 30 feet from the back room access (Renaldo's current location). Tables and chairs throughout act as obstacles and possible cover. A central, long banquet table that magically creates food bisects the common room and stands between the dragon and the back room access. Going over will require a Jump check, going around will take an extra 10 feet of movement. The main entrance to the tavern is directly across the common room from the back room access, about 20 feet seperating the two.
Alaric invokes a spell in Elven, "Seresthae Nif Miren" and then heads out towards the common room, stopping behind Renaldo and trying to see what's in there.
ooc
Just preemptively posting his action, so others don't have to wait on me. Mage Armor as usual.
Prepared Spells (civilized towns): Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Prestidigitation, Color Spray, Expeditious Retreat, Mage Armor, Alter Self, Bull's Strength.
Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
OOC: We'll assume, for the sake of expediency, that the crossbow was already loaded.
Muzdum emerges behind Renaldo and, spotting the plague-mad dragon, sinks a crossbow bolt into its shoulder. The creature shrieks in rage.
OOC: Next action - Alaric
After protecting himself with magical force that makes the air shimmer around him slightly as if looking at him through the heat of a fire, Alaric emerges into the common room and sees the now wounded dragon.
something like Sharock
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