Legacy of the Silver Dragon: Chapter 1 (Chickens, Demons, and a Missing Girl)

[Binder Fred]

Antares can hear the subtle sounds of weapons and shields readying at his back, can feel his friends' defenses hardening, tensions ratcheting up.

"I - believe she only wants to drink," he entreats, heart beating a mile a minute. Is the water addictive as well? And, more importantly, how does she *see*? "Don't you, Anna? You only want a calming sip of cool water, don't you?" Is this right? he idly wonders. Should he let her take even a scruple more of that dread transmuting poison? But he is already moving to the side - not too slowly but with movements as smooth, as nonsensically quiet as he can manage, remembering just in time to stay low - to the side, away from the path separating Anna and the pool, should she choose to go that way... "Come on, Anna, come on... Perhaps - perhaps we should jump upon her as she drinks -- and safely capture her?" he hastily specifies. Concern and horrified pity war in the young elf's voice, twist his insides. "She is sick."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"As always, you're more than capable of taking care of both sides of a conversation on your own," Bosco mutters quietly. "It's not Anna. Not now, and probably not ever. If you insist on snuggling up with her, please have the good manners to die quickly, so we don't have to drag you screaming and howling back to the surface while chased by her brood."

 

[Binder Fred]

Ignoring any hafling is not an easy task, particularly one with Bosco's horribly well-tuned sense of acerbic timing; it is... not unlike a slightly demonic conscience whispering in one's ear... Though in this case it does raise an interesting point: He's forgotten - again - to explain to his companions, hasn't he?

"The water here has transmuting qualities," softly, with as encouraging a smile as he can manage, attention still on the prize, as if he is addressing her and only her.

 

[gambler1650]

The creature removes a hand from the wall, as if preparing to step forward more into the room, or perhaps to swipe at someone. And then it shakes his head, the frustrated sound filling the small room as it hisses again - turning to dart back down the passageway.

When Antares looks at his hand, earlier in the conversation, there doesn't appear to be any further spread of the paleness than he had noticed before.

OOC: For reference: I know I haven't done a map in awhile, but I have a new scanner that I will use to show what you've seen so far, probably tonight but no later than tomorrow night. The room you are in, you came from a passageway to the northeast - from your current vantage point - which connected to the long tunnel that the gelatinous cube was in. To the south of this room is the small tunnel which a halfling or smaller creature could crawl through, somewhat raised off the floor. And the creature came from, and is retreating back, through a normal sized tunnel in the northwest corner of the room which appears to start mostly north and then after 5-10 feet or so, curves west.

 

[Binder Fred]

"No, wait!" (A strangely hopeful thought: Did she understand the plan for ambush?) The elf, without transition, finds himself on his feet and falling - no - he's running, isn't he? A cork pulled forth by the vacuum of her retreat, driven by he knows not what instinct.

A hole in his belly, mixed fear and elation: This... is not going to end well for him, is it?

Seven long steps, getting longer and longer, the feel of grit between leather soles and bouldery rocks, his breath in his ears, blotting out the world... and then he's there! leaping/falling across her back, thin arms going around her waist, bringing her down to the ground with him in a tangle of limbs, trying to roll onto *his* back so he doesn't crush her, trying to *hold on*!

OOC: That's assuming it works, of course . Antares will run after her, hopefully moving fast enough and surprisingly enough to catch up and try to grapple (immobilize only please, he's not trying to cause damage).

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: Ok, give me a D20 Dex check, and then if that succeeds, a Str check. Modifiers are +1 to your die roll for the Dex Check.. She is moving unusually, and along a wall... And then +1 to your die roll for the Str Check.

OOC: What's everyone else going to do when they see Antares do this?

 

[Binder Fred]

OOC: <Binder looks at his character sheet, at one stat in perticular> Uh, a DEX check you say? Are you sure? Hitting things in melee range is usually STR, no? Well, here it goes anyways...

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

OOC: The DEX check is likely to jump on/grapple the creature and the STR check would be to hang on, I would assume.

Myst, seeing Antares make his move, moves quickly and decisively to close with the creature as well. He doesn't expect this to end well and wants to be standing near if and when the creature slips from the elf's grasp. If the creature turns hostile, he has every intention of giving it a taste of his mace.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Bosco watches and waits for the inevitable-to-him tide of pale figures pouring into the cave to kill them all.

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: Yes, the attempt to jump forward and grab something that's trying to escape feels much more like a DEX check...

Antares' attempt is anything but graceful, as he trips over an unseen, imaginary, deceased turtle (bonus imaginary XP for anyone who gets the reference). He manages to maintain his balance, but the creature, seeing him moving towards her, hisses again over its shoulder as it starts to move down the tunnel. It doesn't appear to be about to take on the elf in combat, especially with Myst moving up.

It appears about to disappear into the tunnel - actions? Myst might be able to make a similar attempt to chase it down and grapple it, or take some other action as he's begin moving already.