Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) - Page 4

maddmic · 22nd February 2009, 01:36 PM

Grok stands and cast an odd glance at the troll when he speaks. After Roderic says what's on his mind, the half-orc simply nods. "Grok ready to go. Must save town. Must kill evil."

The half-orc begins to gather his things as if to puncuate the fact that he is indeed ready to leave. One his things are gathered, he waits for his dismissal from the priest and is sure to show his respects as much as neessary.

Yttermayn · 22nd February 2009, 06:35 PM

Rosalia
At last, she was in Hadler's Gap. Up ahead, she could see the Temple of Pelor and it's distinctive sunburst steeple. Oddly enough, the people she passed in town only glanced at her briefly. It was as if dozens of other odd characters had already been through town and she was nothing new.

Amaury · 22nd February 2009, 07:34 PM

Hadler's Gap.. here we are! hmm, the heart of civilization! what am I doing here?.. thinks a rather annoyed
and thirsty Rosalia as she arrives in town.

The travel had been exhausting, the heat was unbearable and her poor knowledge of the area had not helped.
Relieved to be arrived at last, the diminutive size of the place depressed her very quickly.
I'm more of a city girl.. Rosalia thought.

She quickly notices the temple of Pelor. Though she had a strong urge to cool and wash her body in a bath
at the local inn, she opted to walk straight to the temple.

She didn't get the usual stares from the local boys and men which was slightly odd but she put it down
to her physical exhaustion.

At the temple's door, she brushed off the dust from her shirt and cape, checked her hair briefly
and readjusted her hat that she had bought for the journey. After a brief knock on the door, she enters
the temple to find a rather disparate group of people or rather creatures.

Initially set aback at the sight of Scrag, she quickly recomposes herself and says with both her hands
on her hips: "Helloooo boys..."

Standing at the door with both hands on her hips and smiling at you, is a stunning young woman
in her mid-twenties, with beautiful eyes, long and slightly curly brown-red hair, long-legged with an hourglass figure.
She wears a light blue shirt, brown leather trousers held by a red leather belt from which hangs a rapier.
A red cape and broad beige hat complete her attire. One side of the hat is curiously held up by a black arrow...

Voda Vosa · 22nd February 2009, 09:57 PM

"Well now, this is interesting." Tuk says, turns to Rosalia and ¡¿Smile?! First time since the others had met him. "At least my eyes can rest upon something nice to see. I'm Tuk "Heavy Hands" Apeldan and these... well I suppose that they are now my comrades. Except for this man, I know nothing of his intentions nor even his name. It is an overwhelming pleasure to meet you lass"

Yttermayn · 22nd February 2009, 11:08 PM

Scrag
Some stray thought flutters about in Scrag's brain like a moth trapped in a very, very small and dark closet when he sees the curiously decorated female come in.
John
John finds the furrier's simple grave up against the back of the temple, beneath a window. John remembers the man who had dandled him on his knee when he was small. He remembers the tasty jerky the furrier brought him whenever he brought in another load of furs. He remembered the armored man teaching him how to use a sword, and the best way to engage multiple opponents in a close battle, and the softest places on a dragon's scaly hide, and how to... wait a moment, those aren't John's memories. Someone or something whispers in his ear "He rises again!" John feels dizzy and everything around him is a blur, everything except the scene through the temple window. He sees a group of what can only be other adventurers gathered inside the temple. In a moment, the odd sensations pass, leaving John standing on the furrier's gravestone and his face pressed up against the colored glass of the high window.
OOC: Who is Tuk referring too?

Scott DeWar · 23rd February 2009, 12:46 AM

the conjurer leans heavily against the outer temple wall until the dizzieness passes. he gets to his feet and looks around to see if there was anyone else in the graveyard who could have spoke. seeing no one, he heads for the nearest door to see if there was anyone neer the window that was close to him from the inside ... also to see what all the hoopla was inside the temple.

Voda Vosa · 23rd February 2009, 01:39 AM

OOC: Rosalia of course. Lass is girl right? Lad was for boys I think...

Scott DeWar · 23rd February 2009, 01:49 AM

yes. lass= girl, lad= boys

Yttermayn · 23rd February 2009, 03:29 AM

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Originally Posted by Voda Vosa

Except for this man, I know nothing of his intentions nor even his name.

ooc: This is the part I was refering to.

John
If there is anyone else just the other side of the window, John dosn't see them. He can't really hear what's going on inside. He can only tell that there are several unusually dressed people inside.

Voda Vosa · 23rd February 2009, 03:45 AM

OOC: jakobee

Helfdan · 23rd February 2009, 04:19 AM

Roderic's eyes widen briefly in admiration when he sees the shapely, picturesque woman make her entrance. He quickly recovers, and bows galantly. "A pleasure to meet such a beauteous damsel. I am Roderic. May I be of service?"

Scott DeWar · 23rd February 2009, 05:09 AM

a knock on the door and a human is at the doorenters. he is wearing an explrer's outfit with worn marks where a backpack's straps would normally be. the clothing other wise looks to be in good repair and somewhat clean. his 6 foot two inch 230 lb frame is topped bu a head of curly brown hair and seems to be recently freshened from long travel.

though he is smiling when he opens the door he seems to be somewhat mournful.
"sorry to intrude. John. john tannerson. I was paying respect at a gre sight outside when i thought i heard something by that window there. I guess I was wrong. Is there someone here willing to tell me how the furrier died last week or so?"

Yttermayn · 23rd February 2009, 06:14 AM

"Are you sure?" The priest asks. "It was... grisly. No doubt the work of an ogre." The priests face is solemn.
The room around John blurs again for a moment. He sees a great Red Wyrm, surrounded by lesser beings bowing in worship before it. He sees a hero that bears striking resemblance to his grandfather, holding an exquisite sword in his right hand and a brilliant staff in his left, gleaming with power. Again the blurring effect fades at the center first and works its way to the edge of his vision until all is normal. John finds he is staring at a large golden Pelorian sunburst, attached to the end of an unremarkable looking pole stuck into a stand next to a podium.

Amaury · 23rd February 2009, 07:46 AM

"'Heavy hands?' Nice name. A real pleasure to meet you 'Heavy Hands'.. replies Rosalia. She then turns to Roderic: "A pleasure too, priest.. I was coming to.. pay my respects to Pelor and also meet someone.." she says rearranging her hat slightly.

hmm why is it in this world that priests seem to be the only galant men?! thinks Rosalia, before being somewhat brushed aside by John's appearance.

Helfdan · 23rd February 2009, 10:36 AM

Roderic looks curiously at the newcomer, who seemed to go blank for a moment, before answering the woman. "Alas, lady, I am no priest... should you need spiritual guidance, either the Holy Father" he gestures to the priest "or my friend Brother Grok" he points to the half-orc "can help you. I am trained as a warrior. But I should be flattered that I look more like a healer than a slayer." His hazel-green eyes glitter with humor. "May I ask who it is you seek?"

Voda Vosa · 23rd February 2009, 01:49 PM

"We better keep going, otherwise will end being too much people to split the spoils" Tuk says with his usual stoicism.

Scott DeWar · 23rd February 2009, 03:43 PM

"grisly you say..." John looks to the lady and gentleman speaking, "I am very sorry. I interrupted at least one conversation here." Holy father," he addresses the priest that answered his question," I wish to speak further, when there is a spare moment."

He then sits on one of the pews staring at the sunburst on a pole, a simple humble pole. he stares, contemplating the visionof his grandfather fighting an ancient evil ... sword in one hand, staff inanother. were there similarities in the pole and his staff?......lesser beings worshiping a great wyrm red dragon...kolbolds perhaps?......

maddmic · 23rd February 2009, 04:44 PM

Grok rolls his eyes as more people continue to show up. When Roderic explains that he is not a priest the half-orc nods. "Yes. He holy warrior, Grok priest. And Grok still ready to go."

Not knowing if he just insinuated that the lady should go with them or not, he ensures clarification. "Grok not mean you go. Pretty lady stay here, not get hurt."

Tailspinner · 23rd February 2009, 07:52 PM

As the woman and man enter in turn, Toby sniffs them as well. After a bit the dwarf clears his throat. "Shall we go then? I was under the impression that the matter was quite urgent. Is this true or should we wait a few more days before taking care of the ogre and kobold problem?" This last bit is meant as sarcasm to those that can spot it as Thrindar asks his question with a grimace.

Voadam · 23rd February 2009, 08:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Voda Vosa

... well I suppose that they are now my comrades. Except for this man, I know nothing of his intentions nor even his name. . . ."

"Jakobee Cyr." The dusky skinned man says as he smiles and gives Rosalia a courtly bow. "And I will help out. It sounds like a curse is upon the land" A small smile crosses his face. "and it is within my blood to fight such evils."

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