James McMurray
First Post
Well, as many of you may know, my party has recently had several altercations with various dragons, resulting in a Great Wyrm Green telling them that from now on, any dragon they kill will result in the death of a human city. To make her point stronger, she killed the party sorceror (via the Deman Spell and attacking), then dropped the sorcerer into an awards ceremony designed to praise the heors for killing a local dragon. As she flew away, she used her breath weapon to destroy the west wing of the city hall, making the party none too popular with the locals.
Well, the party still had one dragon they wanted to kill, a dragon they weren’t about to let go, as he had infiltrated the group and screwed them oiver in several major ways, so they decided to deal with the Green. Through commui=ning and Divination, they learned that a deal could be reached, and it would require the transferal of ownership of Dragon Mountain to the green, once its current occupant (the dragon they want to kill) is dead.
After negotiating (the green was very heavy-handed, as she knew she could be) the party settle on a deal, the dragon would get the mountain, and the party would be allowed to kill their enemy. To maintain a balance, the party would also have to raise one of the dragons they had killed. They chose the Sapphire dragon, as it has not been evil, and was thus the least of their worries at the time.
The dragon, in order to finalize the deal, says to the Air (casting Demand) "Conrad Adar" I have need of your services. Moments later, a distiguished looking gentleman appears nearby and hisses out, "Shasalah, you have need of my servicesss?"
Here is the description of the man as given to the party:
Dark, black hair that is shortish, beginning to curl at ends. Ends are in wavy points, resembling the shape of a flame. Almost appears to be a dark, flame-blue tint to the ends of the tips. Sometimes it seems that his hair moves in the way that a flame would dance, but it’s so subtle you convince yourself that your eyes are playing tricks on you.
His eyes are a definite flame-blue, his pupils are black, but if you have a chance to look at them closely, the pupils are actualy in a very tight spiral that has a hypnotizing effect.
Dressed in fine dark gold robes of velvet and silks--the highest, most rare types of materials available.
He pulls things from unseen pockets in his robe. Also from the oversized sleeves. Again, there are no definite edges to his man, including his
robes. At general glance, his clothes seem normal, but if you were to pay close attention to them, there are no seams, no clear edges to where his clothes end and where his actual body begins.
He carries a Tome that is leather, worn, darkest of burgundy--a dark blood color, actually. It is about three feet in length and two feet in width. There is a golden bar that seals the book and the lock is huge and round. There are human figures on the lock, which the closer you get to the bottom of their bodies, the you see they come together in the middle of the lock, so only their upper bodies appear distinct. About every minute the bodies come to life, their eyes open and they swirl into a new position on the lock. When opened, the ancient hinges of the tome unleash a screech like a hellish scream, the sound of all
the souls who have lost themselves to his pacts. The pages, contracts, he pulls from the tome are ancient looking papers, a bit dusty, and charred on the edges. You feel as if this contract were not just drawn up on the spot, but had been composed ages ago.
He carries a dark, wooden staff that is polished to a high sheen. It stands four-feet tall, topped with a golden sphere that matches the lock on the tome.
After discussing the terms a bit, Conrad Adar (the name means Fiery Bold Counselor) reaches into his tome and pulls out a contract, already prepared and rady for signing. Looking it over, (and making a few Konowledge (law)) checks, the party is able to determine that the contract does pretty much what they say. It grants the mountain to the dragon, and allows the killing of the dragon that has been plaguing the party. Two party members are ready to sign immediately, but a third (wisely) asks for time to look it over. They take the contract to Lopolla (a metropolis) and pay through the nose to have it deciphered rapidly.
They learn that under the terms of the contract, all of the contents of the mountain would also be granted to Shasalah, and they are none to happy with that. When the lawyer points out that it doesn’t specify non-living contents, they realize that they almost sold their lives away, as it would have granted Shasalah title to them as well.
They again pay through the nose, and have the contrcat reworded by their lawyer. It is then taken to Shasalah and all sign it, in the presence of Conrad Adar.
Although the party has escaped a fate worse than death, the contract written up (using their words) does leave a few loopholes that either side could attempt to misuse. It will be quite a while before the contract comes due (IRL), but I'm chomping at the bit to get there...
Well, the party still had one dragon they wanted to kill, a dragon they weren’t about to let go, as he had infiltrated the group and screwed them oiver in several major ways, so they decided to deal with the Green. Through commui=ning and Divination, they learned that a deal could be reached, and it would require the transferal of ownership of Dragon Mountain to the green, once its current occupant (the dragon they want to kill) is dead.
After negotiating (the green was very heavy-handed, as she knew she could be) the party settle on a deal, the dragon would get the mountain, and the party would be allowed to kill their enemy. To maintain a balance, the party would also have to raise one of the dragons they had killed. They chose the Sapphire dragon, as it has not been evil, and was thus the least of their worries at the time.
The dragon, in order to finalize the deal, says to the Air (casting Demand) "Conrad Adar" I have need of your services. Moments later, a distiguished looking gentleman appears nearby and hisses out, "Shasalah, you have need of my servicesss?"
Here is the description of the man as given to the party:
Dark, black hair that is shortish, beginning to curl at ends. Ends are in wavy points, resembling the shape of a flame. Almost appears to be a dark, flame-blue tint to the ends of the tips. Sometimes it seems that his hair moves in the way that a flame would dance, but it’s so subtle you convince yourself that your eyes are playing tricks on you.
His eyes are a definite flame-blue, his pupils are black, but if you have a chance to look at them closely, the pupils are actualy in a very tight spiral that has a hypnotizing effect.
Dressed in fine dark gold robes of velvet and silks--the highest, most rare types of materials available.
He pulls things from unseen pockets in his robe. Also from the oversized sleeves. Again, there are no definite edges to his man, including his
robes. At general glance, his clothes seem normal, but if you were to pay close attention to them, there are no seams, no clear edges to where his clothes end and where his actual body begins.
He carries a Tome that is leather, worn, darkest of burgundy--a dark blood color, actually. It is about three feet in length and two feet in width. There is a golden bar that seals the book and the lock is huge and round. There are human figures on the lock, which the closer you get to the bottom of their bodies, the you see they come together in the middle of the lock, so only their upper bodies appear distinct. About every minute the bodies come to life, their eyes open and they swirl into a new position on the lock. When opened, the ancient hinges of the tome unleash a screech like a hellish scream, the sound of all
the souls who have lost themselves to his pacts. The pages, contracts, he pulls from the tome are ancient looking papers, a bit dusty, and charred on the edges. You feel as if this contract were not just drawn up on the spot, but had been composed ages ago.
He carries a dark, wooden staff that is polished to a high sheen. It stands four-feet tall, topped with a golden sphere that matches the lock on the tome.
After discussing the terms a bit, Conrad Adar (the name means Fiery Bold Counselor) reaches into his tome and pulls out a contract, already prepared and rady for signing. Looking it over, (and making a few Konowledge (law)) checks, the party is able to determine that the contract does pretty much what they say. It grants the mountain to the dragon, and allows the killing of the dragon that has been plaguing the party. Two party members are ready to sign immediately, but a third (wisely) asks for time to look it over. They take the contract to Lopolla (a metropolis) and pay through the nose to have it deciphered rapidly.
They learn that under the terms of the contract, all of the contents of the mountain would also be granted to Shasalah, and they are none to happy with that. When the lawyer points out that it doesn’t specify non-living contents, they realize that they almost sold their lives away, as it would have granted Shasalah title to them as well.
They again pay through the nose, and have the contrcat reworded by their lawyer. It is then taken to Shasalah and all sign it, in the presence of Conrad Adar.
Although the party has escaped a fate worse than death, the contract written up (using their words) does leave a few loopholes that either side could attempt to misuse. It will be quite a while before the contract comes due (IRL), but I'm chomping at the bit to get there...
