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<blockquote data-quote="Elemental" data-source="post: 847758" data-attributes="member: 7931"><p><strong>Part 1</strong></p><p></p><p>Several months later:</p><p></p><p>Part 1:</p><p></p><p>They met up outside the college the next day, to meet one the wizards of the Coast. </p><p></p><p>Usha had alread met most of these people the night before, but this was her first clear look at most of them. Estivan....a handsome man, with jet black skin, faintly scaled, in armour. His expression, unsurprisingly, was haughty. There was the one whose name she didn't know.....tall, clad completely in black, and his face concealed by a black mask. Presumably, this was meant to make him look inconspicuous, but he stood out like a sore thumb. There was the cleric, Carudan, a tall thin man sheathed in a cloak. From what could be made out, his skin was a pale green, making him look as if he had some unpleasant illness. And Silver, an elf with large draconic wings and shining silver skin.</p><p></p><p>The place looked imposing. Twenty-foot tall walls, large gates…..but if it was a fortress, it wasn’t a very well defended one. The entire defensive force of this place consisted of one human sitting near the gates, feet up, and reading a book.</p><p></p><p>Usha walked up to him. "Hello. We are a band of barbarians, here to burn the tower down. We'll be sure to compliment your master on his superb choice of guards."</p><p></p><p>"Well you sure picked a good place. We got dwarven reinforced walls and several lightning tower traps situated around here..." replied the guard, looking up.</p><p></p><p>"Tell me, do you often get run out of town?" asked the half-elf Silver of her. Usha smiled, but predictably, the so-called knight missed the joke. "I am not a barbarian....” he snarled. The half-blue man….she didn’t know his name….didn’t say anything, staying off to one side.</p><p></p><p>"True, though I am unsure who is the better company." said Silver.</p><p></p><p>"Be that as it may elf….” (the man had a talent for making almost any descriptive verb sound like a really foul insult) “….I seek the wizard Hergal. I have a scroll of invitation.” said Estivan loudly to the guard.</p><p></p><p>“Can you let him know that Usha Halmarond is here, along with assorted rabble?" asked Usha. </p><p></p><p>"Haven't been called rabble in a week. A new record." noted Silver.</p><p></p><p>Impolite, maybe, but she couldn’t resist needling Estivan. He made it so easy." I will forgive you this time, wench, but call me rabble again and, on my honor, I'll make you regret those words.”</p><p></p><p>"Don't be a rabble rouser, miss. He might fall in front of you." said Silver with a grin.</p><p></p><p>"For all those scales, you seem to have a very thin skin. In any case, dear, it's been my experience that honor isn't in the blood." replied Usha.</p><p></p><p>"I do not take kindly to being spoken to like that by a low born we...woman such as yourself...”</p><p></p><p>"And I don't take kindly to being spoken like that by an anyone.” she replied curtly. “Give, and ye shall receive."</p><p></p><p>Estivan glared, but didn’t give a retort. Meanwhile, the guard looked over the scroll. "So you're here to cash in on Hergal's request. Well, yes I can sort of see how you would be really qualified for that position. Alright, follow me and stay close, especially you blue boy! I see you slinking back there."</p><p></p><p>They went in. Estivan took his horse to the ‘bestiary’, whatever that was. The guard turned before they got to the main campus. "Now, before you go in there, I must warn you Hergal is a bit of an odd one."</p><p>“In what way?” asked Usha.</p><p></p><p>"Well for one thing, don't mention that he's bald, during his travels, his hair got scorched off, but he still believes he has it. If you call him up on that, he can get rather... irate. And his eyesight is going so he's a tad... touchy-feely. You don't want to know how many times he's been turned into a toad by the lady mages..."</p><p></p><p>"I'll stand well back, then. Did he happen to mention why we're here? The invitation was rather vague."</p><p></p><p>"I'm not sure, something about his book I'm sure. He's been running all over the world watching death in the face and running away..."</p><p></p><p>They reached a large, ornate, oak door. The guard excused himself. Usha knocked. </p><p></p><p>"Who is it?" came a voice from inside.</p><p></p><p>“Usha Halmarond. You requested my presence?”</p><p></p><p>“We received invitations to come here regarding something about a book. I am Estivan Deigo late of Tethyr."”</p><p></p><p>“I just heard about the money.” said the elf.</p><p></p><p>The door opened into a large, rather untidy study. Books, papers, and bottles of stuff were scattered over the desk at which sat an old-looking gnome in the garb of a wizard. On the other end was what looked like a ceramic sculpture of a dragon with butterfly wings. Hergal got up, and started shaking hands. "Well welcome all! Wow, there's a lot of you, all the better for my research, all for the better. Please have a seat,"</p><p></p><p>They took seats. Carudan leant forward to have a look at the papers. There were several claw marks and intricate designs of dragons. At that point, a voice from his side asked “Why you so curious?” The cleric looked to the side, and saw the statue blink at him. He took a hasty step back, and looked between pseudodragon and wizard.</p><p></p><p>Usha was a bit less perturbed. Not like she hadn’t seen a familiar before. "Is he your familiar?"</p><p></p><p>"Familiar? No, that is Nermize, he's been my aide and a main source of some of my information." The small dragon hopped up and flutters his wings a bit, "Pleased to meet you!" He fluttered round, and looked over the five of them. "Wow, all half-dragons. Don't see that every day."</p><p></p><p>"I would be nervous if it was normal." replied Usha.</p><p></p><p>"So you all are here to be in my book then?" asked the gnome.</p><p></p><p>"I was sent here by my temple to assist you with your research" said Carudan. It wasn’t possible to read from his tone what he thought of this.</p><p></p><p>"I would rather be unmentioned in the book." said the half-blue man. He’d said so little that Usha had almost forgotten he was there.</p><p></p><p>“As would I.” added Carduan. Okay, that cleared any question of his opinion up….</p><p></p><p>"I figure you might as well have a few correct facts." put in Silver.</p><p></p><p>"But why, er, I'm sorry, but I didn't catch most of your names, wasn't it Emilo?"</p><p></p><p>“No, my name is Estivan Diego" said the knight with one of the glares that were becoming his trademark. Giving his personal manners, Usha was starting to get an understanding of why he wasn’t in his knightly order, or Tethyr, any more.</p><p></p><p>“I am called Silver by most.” said the elf.</p><p></p><p>“Call me the Blue Dragon.”</p><p></p><p>"I've no objection to being in a book.” said Usha. “So long as I get a chance to proofread it and a signed copy. What information do you want, then?"</p><p></p><p>“Oh, the part about dragons breeding with other creatures. It is a rather unique feature that only a few other outsiders have.”</p><p></p><p>So it was a sex thing. Usha had always quietly suspected that all those rods and staves were symbolic of something….she tuned back in time to hear Silver asking to be put in touch with other sorcerers, and the bit about lodgings and board being provided. Nice bonus.</p><p></p><p>So, do you want to see what I have compiles so far, or get cracking on things about you?"</p><p></p><p>"I am curious at what information you have collect already." said Estivan.</p><p></p><p>"I have got the most comprehensive list of draconic habit, society, behavior, mating habits, and almost anything else you could imagine. Where to start?"</p><p></p><p>Usha winced. “I have a short attention span. Start with a fight.”</p><p></p><p>He didn’t. He started talking, and went on for seemingly hours. The only break was Carduan’s response to Nermize trying to land on his shoulder. (“Get your filthy claws off me!”….what was his problem?) He went on like this for hours…..or maybe it just felt like hours. Digestive system, means of flight, personal hygiene….about half of it seemed accurate, and none of it was news to Usha. After all, she knew how dragons lived…</p><p></p><p>"….that there are only really three dragon deities, Bahamut the good father, Tiamat the harsh mother, and their child Hlal the piece keeper. Unlike most individual races, dragons worship all three, only in various degrees according to the dragon's views...sorry, is something the matter?”</p><p></p><p>"I could stand for a meal." said Silver delicately.</p><p></p><p>"Dear me! Look at the time, have I been talking that long? Well yes, I guess we can call it a night..."</p><p></p><p>"I've heard of them, but mother never was that devout....." said Usha, not wanting it to seem that she’d been dozing.</p><p></p><p>"Your mother was the dragon and you were raised by her? How marvelous..." said Hergal.</p><p></p><p>"And my father. Human."</p><p></p><p>"You seem to be my opposite in many ways, woman....” said Estivan. That was a relief—if she thought she was like him, she’d probably jump out the window here and now.</p><p></p><p>"Are you telling us that it's possible for one of the beasts to actually give a damn about their lesser children." said Carudan, his tone filled with scorn and bile.</p><p></p><p>"Then I applaud your father's initiative in using a spell to tame her." he replied disdainfully. Usha fought down the urge to punch him.</p><p></p><p>"No magic involved, for your information. But why am I the only one speaking about myself here?"</p><p></p><p>"Because you offer information without its request." said Silver.</p><p></p><p>"I was under the impression that was the reason we had come here."</p><p></p><p>Estivan spoke up. "Well, I have not much to say about myself, save I am a bastard in the sense that I am a product of rape, and live only though the valor of a band of adventurers, the love of my mother, and the kindness of my step-father in adopting me out of love and honor for my mother's choice."</p><p></p><p>Carduan nodded. "Through force or wiles, the beasts always get what they want..."</p><p></p><p>"Most things of beauty and ugliness are often an action apart. I am a testament to the beauty of my parent's love. While their other desires lead them down different paths, they still love each other." said Silver.</p><p></p><p>"You are a fine person, and as such, I will try not to disturb the sad little fantasy you wish to weave about your mother. As for you," Caruden turned to Usha, "It seems to me that the minority is clearly delusional."</p><p></p><p>"I'll have to introduce you to her one day.” spat Usha. “Either she'll convince you otherwise, or eat you. Win-win situation."</p><p>"I am very aware of the fact my creation is by far the minority but that does not make it untrue." said Silver carefully.</p><p></p><p>"I apologize, Silver. I did not intend to insult you. I... I let my emotions speak before my mind could."</p><p></p><p>Hergal, realizing that the conversation had been pretty thoroughly killed, wrapped up his presentation, and showed them to the guest bedrooms.</p><p></p><p>"Sir Estivan, Carudan, here is your room, I hope it will be to your liking. Blue Dragon, Silver, here is yours. And since we can't have unwed ladies sleeping in the same room as men, this one is all yours."</p><p></p><p>Usha sighed before going in. "It's been enlightening. Before today, I'd never met anyone quite like me.....and after today, I still haven't."</p><p></p><p>"I don't know. I wouldn't mind rooming with Usha." said Silver.</p><p></p><p>"People will talk. And besides, there would barely be enough room for you, your owl, and those wings."</p><p></p><p>"People always talk. As for the wings, they do make travel more enjoyable. I'd be glad to show you sometime."</p><p></p><p>"Perhaps later." Not that he wasn’t very handsome, in the anorexic elf kind of way, but given that the other three seemed to have various personality screw-ups, she’d wait till she had a better measure of him before doing anything rash.</p><p></p><p>Alone in her room, Usha went to bed, and drifted off to sleep. Only before the dreams could start, she was jolted awake shortly afterwards by scratching at the door. Opening it, she saw Silver’s owl move on, to wake up the others. Muttering “Someone had better be dead….”, she grabbed her weapons and shield, before hurrying out to see what was going on.</p><p></p><p>She arrived, along with the others, to see Hergal sprawled out, unconscious. She hurried towards him. Alive. "Anybody know any healing skills? Where's the cleric gone?"</p><p></p><p>There was confusion. Carudan picked up the weapon, a sap. "Someone bashed his skull with a blackjack, and left it here.” Estivan looked round in confusion. Silver was flying outside.</p><p></p><p>"The book's gone. Did anyone see the attacker?" she asked.</p><p></p><p>They hurried outside, and found Silver there staring into the woods, from which came a whooping cry. </p><p></p><p>Usha cursed to herself. This was not a good day. Not at all.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>(Note: Wings? The GM let Silver's player start off with relatively poor flight for his starting feat. It remains to be fully seen how that'll affect game balance, but it hasn't been hugley unbalancing yet.)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Elemental, post: 847758, member: 7931"] [b]Part 1[/b] Several months later: Part 1: They met up outside the college the next day, to meet one the wizards of the Coast. Usha had alread met most of these people the night before, but this was her first clear look at most of them. Estivan....a handsome man, with jet black skin, faintly scaled, in armour. His expression, unsurprisingly, was haughty. There was the one whose name she didn't know.....tall, clad completely in black, and his face concealed by a black mask. Presumably, this was meant to make him look inconspicuous, but he stood out like a sore thumb. There was the cleric, Carudan, a tall thin man sheathed in a cloak. From what could be made out, his skin was a pale green, making him look as if he had some unpleasant illness. And Silver, an elf with large draconic wings and shining silver skin. The place looked imposing. Twenty-foot tall walls, large gates…..but if it was a fortress, it wasn’t a very well defended one. The entire defensive force of this place consisted of one human sitting near the gates, feet up, and reading a book. Usha walked up to him. "Hello. We are a band of barbarians, here to burn the tower down. We'll be sure to compliment your master on his superb choice of guards." "Well you sure picked a good place. We got dwarven reinforced walls and several lightning tower traps situated around here..." replied the guard, looking up. "Tell me, do you often get run out of town?" asked the half-elf Silver of her. Usha smiled, but predictably, the so-called knight missed the joke. "I am not a barbarian....” he snarled. The half-blue man….she didn’t know his name….didn’t say anything, staying off to one side. "True, though I am unsure who is the better company." said Silver. "Be that as it may elf….” (the man had a talent for making almost any descriptive verb sound like a really foul insult) “….I seek the wizard Hergal. I have a scroll of invitation.” said Estivan loudly to the guard. “Can you let him know that Usha Halmarond is here, along with assorted rabble?" asked Usha. "Haven't been called rabble in a week. A new record." noted Silver. Impolite, maybe, but she couldn’t resist needling Estivan. He made it so easy." I will forgive you this time, wench, but call me rabble again and, on my honor, I'll make you regret those words.” "Don't be a rabble rouser, miss. He might fall in front of you." said Silver with a grin. "For all those scales, you seem to have a very thin skin. In any case, dear, it's been my experience that honor isn't in the blood." replied Usha. "I do not take kindly to being spoken to like that by a low born we...woman such as yourself...” "And I don't take kindly to being spoken like that by an anyone.” she replied curtly. “Give, and ye shall receive." Estivan glared, but didn’t give a retort. Meanwhile, the guard looked over the scroll. "So you're here to cash in on Hergal's request. Well, yes I can sort of see how you would be really qualified for that position. Alright, follow me and stay close, especially you blue boy! I see you slinking back there." They went in. Estivan took his horse to the ‘bestiary’, whatever that was. The guard turned before they got to the main campus. "Now, before you go in there, I must warn you Hergal is a bit of an odd one." “In what way?” asked Usha. "Well for one thing, don't mention that he's bald, during his travels, his hair got scorched off, but he still believes he has it. If you call him up on that, he can get rather... irate. And his eyesight is going so he's a tad... touchy-feely. You don't want to know how many times he's been turned into a toad by the lady mages..." "I'll stand well back, then. Did he happen to mention why we're here? The invitation was rather vague." "I'm not sure, something about his book I'm sure. He's been running all over the world watching death in the face and running away..." They reached a large, ornate, oak door. The guard excused himself. Usha knocked. "Who is it?" came a voice from inside. “Usha Halmarond. You requested my presence?” “We received invitations to come here regarding something about a book. I am Estivan Deigo late of Tethyr."” “I just heard about the money.” said the elf. The door opened into a large, rather untidy study. Books, papers, and bottles of stuff were scattered over the desk at which sat an old-looking gnome in the garb of a wizard. On the other end was what looked like a ceramic sculpture of a dragon with butterfly wings. Hergal got up, and started shaking hands. "Well welcome all! Wow, there's a lot of you, all the better for my research, all for the better. Please have a seat," They took seats. Carudan leant forward to have a look at the papers. There were several claw marks and intricate designs of dragons. At that point, a voice from his side asked “Why you so curious?” The cleric looked to the side, and saw the statue blink at him. He took a hasty step back, and looked between pseudodragon and wizard. Usha was a bit less perturbed. Not like she hadn’t seen a familiar before. "Is he your familiar?" "Familiar? No, that is Nermize, he's been my aide and a main source of some of my information." The small dragon hopped up and flutters his wings a bit, "Pleased to meet you!" He fluttered round, and looked over the five of them. "Wow, all half-dragons. Don't see that every day." "I would be nervous if it was normal." replied Usha. "So you all are here to be in my book then?" asked the gnome. "I was sent here by my temple to assist you with your research" said Carudan. It wasn’t possible to read from his tone what he thought of this. "I would rather be unmentioned in the book." said the half-blue man. He’d said so little that Usha had almost forgotten he was there. “As would I.” added Carduan. Okay, that cleared any question of his opinion up…. "I figure you might as well have a few correct facts." put in Silver. "But why, er, I'm sorry, but I didn't catch most of your names, wasn't it Emilo?" “No, my name is Estivan Diego" said the knight with one of the glares that were becoming his trademark. Giving his personal manners, Usha was starting to get an understanding of why he wasn’t in his knightly order, or Tethyr, any more. “I am called Silver by most.” said the elf. “Call me the Blue Dragon.” "I've no objection to being in a book.” said Usha. “So long as I get a chance to proofread it and a signed copy. What information do you want, then?" “Oh, the part about dragons breeding with other creatures. It is a rather unique feature that only a few other outsiders have.” So it was a sex thing. Usha had always quietly suspected that all those rods and staves were symbolic of something….she tuned back in time to hear Silver asking to be put in touch with other sorcerers, and the bit about lodgings and board being provided. Nice bonus. So, do you want to see what I have compiles so far, or get cracking on things about you?" "I am curious at what information you have collect already." said Estivan. "I have got the most comprehensive list of draconic habit, society, behavior, mating habits, and almost anything else you could imagine. Where to start?" Usha winced. “I have a short attention span. Start with a fight.” He didn’t. He started talking, and went on for seemingly hours. The only break was Carduan’s response to Nermize trying to land on his shoulder. (“Get your filthy claws off me!”….what was his problem?) He went on like this for hours…..or maybe it just felt like hours. Digestive system, means of flight, personal hygiene….about half of it seemed accurate, and none of it was news to Usha. After all, she knew how dragons lived… "….that there are only really three dragon deities, Bahamut the good father, Tiamat the harsh mother, and their child Hlal the piece keeper. Unlike most individual races, dragons worship all three, only in various degrees according to the dragon's views...sorry, is something the matter?” "I could stand for a meal." said Silver delicately. "Dear me! Look at the time, have I been talking that long? Well yes, I guess we can call it a night..." "I've heard of them, but mother never was that devout....." said Usha, not wanting it to seem that she’d been dozing. "Your mother was the dragon and you were raised by her? How marvelous..." said Hergal. "And my father. Human." "You seem to be my opposite in many ways, woman....” said Estivan. That was a relief—if she thought she was like him, she’d probably jump out the window here and now. "Are you telling us that it's possible for one of the beasts to actually give a damn about their lesser children." said Carudan, his tone filled with scorn and bile. "Then I applaud your father's initiative in using a spell to tame her." he replied disdainfully. Usha fought down the urge to punch him. "No magic involved, for your information. But why am I the only one speaking about myself here?" "Because you offer information without its request." said Silver. "I was under the impression that was the reason we had come here." Estivan spoke up. "Well, I have not much to say about myself, save I am a bastard in the sense that I am a product of rape, and live only though the valor of a band of adventurers, the love of my mother, and the kindness of my step-father in adopting me out of love and honor for my mother's choice." Carduan nodded. "Through force or wiles, the beasts always get what they want..." "Most things of beauty and ugliness are often an action apart. I am a testament to the beauty of my parent's love. While their other desires lead them down different paths, they still love each other." said Silver. "You are a fine person, and as such, I will try not to disturb the sad little fantasy you wish to weave about your mother. As for you," Caruden turned to Usha, "It seems to me that the minority is clearly delusional." "I'll have to introduce you to her one day.” spat Usha. “Either she'll convince you otherwise, or eat you. Win-win situation." "I am very aware of the fact my creation is by far the minority but that does not make it untrue." said Silver carefully. "I apologize, Silver. I did not intend to insult you. I... I let my emotions speak before my mind could." Hergal, realizing that the conversation had been pretty thoroughly killed, wrapped up his presentation, and showed them to the guest bedrooms. "Sir Estivan, Carudan, here is your room, I hope it will be to your liking. Blue Dragon, Silver, here is yours. And since we can't have unwed ladies sleeping in the same room as men, this one is all yours." Usha sighed before going in. "It's been enlightening. Before today, I'd never met anyone quite like me.....and after today, I still haven't." "I don't know. I wouldn't mind rooming with Usha." said Silver. "People will talk. And besides, there would barely be enough room for you, your owl, and those wings." "People always talk. As for the wings, they do make travel more enjoyable. I'd be glad to show you sometime." "Perhaps later." Not that he wasn’t very handsome, in the anorexic elf kind of way, but given that the other three seemed to have various personality screw-ups, she’d wait till she had a better measure of him before doing anything rash. Alone in her room, Usha went to bed, and drifted off to sleep. Only before the dreams could start, she was jolted awake shortly afterwards by scratching at the door. Opening it, she saw Silver’s owl move on, to wake up the others. Muttering “Someone had better be dead….”, she grabbed her weapons and shield, before hurrying out to see what was going on. She arrived, along with the others, to see Hergal sprawled out, unconscious. She hurried towards him. Alive. "Anybody know any healing skills? Where's the cleric gone?" There was confusion. Carudan picked up the weapon, a sap. "Someone bashed his skull with a blackjack, and left it here.” Estivan looked round in confusion. Silver was flying outside. "The book's gone. Did anyone see the attacker?" she asked. They hurried outside, and found Silver there staring into the woods, from which came a whooping cry. Usha cursed to herself. This was not a good day. Not at all. (Note: Wings? The GM let Silver's player start off with relatively poor flight for his starting feat. It remains to be fully seen how that'll affect game balance, but it hasn't been hugley unbalancing yet.) [/QUOTE]
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