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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 3570577" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p><strong>Ysdrayl, and the back story.</strong></p><p></p><p>Turn 2.105 ver 3. (not compatible with Windows XP- is anything?)</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">Ysdrayl, and the back story.</p><p></p><p>Ten minutes later the four hapless adventurers find themselves before the throne of the self-styled Kobold queen, Ysdrayl. This is situated at the end of a long dark, dank corridor, although the passage is over twenty feet wide, torches offer guttering light illuminating a sea of Kobold faces, they appeared from every door, and the ancient DRAGON carved columns- there must be 15-20 Kobolds gathered. Before the nervous foursome is a crude throne perched on which is Ysdrayl, a kind of squashed Kobold, she looks fairly ancient, which for a Kobold is about twenty- life’s hard for Kobolds and she doesn’t have a moisturising regime to speak of. The throne itself is strangely strange- a leering dragon, mouth agape, forms the backrest, inside the fanged maw is a key… a dragon key.</p><p></p><p>We join the action as-</p><p></p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p>“Leuv it.”</p><p>“He’s not worth it Brian Kobold.”</p><p>“Aye.”</p><p>“Aye.”</p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p>“Aye.”</p><p></p><p>Forests of pointy sticks, actually crude spears, are being waved in the faces of the intrepid four. How did we get to this- easy Grand Alf opened his mouth.</p><p></p><p>Let’s go back a few minutes…</p><p></p><p>The adventurers are led into the smoky chamber; other Kobolds come skittering in to see what’s going on.</p><p></p><p>Saradomin bows low, good start, before the Queen.</p><p></p><p>“I am Saradomin, leader of our group.”</p><p></p><p>First mistake.</p><p></p><p>“Leader?” x2</p><p></p><p>Dartamor doesn’t care, Grand Alf and Aleso are a little confused.</p><p></p><p>“Leader?” x2</p><p></p><p>“Who made you leader?”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf steps up to the plate,</p><p></p><p>“You’re a priest, how can you possibly lead when you’re already compromised, you have your duty to do Cleric; a leader should be someone capable of seeing things from all sides, able to take difficult decisions unencumbered by theological rhetoric.”</p><p></p><p>Aleso chuckles, Saradomin looks a little put out.</p><p></p><p>“And that goes for you too…”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf points at Aleso, who stops chuckling in an instant.</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf steps forward, towards Ysdrayl, he doesn’t bow.</p><p></p><p>“What do you want then? Who’s this Cornflakes- a dragon, huh, hardly likely is it. I mean a dragon. You’re just Kobolds.”</p><p></p><p>Silence engulfs them, no that’s not it- it gets worse.</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl leans forward, Kobold guards cluster, but not too close- one eye on the adventurers, one on their beloved (and fearsome) queen.</p><p></p><p>“Kneel before me, crawling frog man-thing, thy pointy hat holds no sway here for I wield mighty magics, far greater than your puny talents, you are a mere stripling stumbling on your first incantations.”</p><p></p><p>The silence continues, although steam seems to be coming from Grand Alf’s ears, behind him Aleso and Saradomin are stifling laughter, Dartamor is counting Kobolds- a few, some, many, gulp… lots.</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf gingerly, and quickly, sinks to one knee and then back up again.</p><p></p><p>“Now pointy-headed man-child what do you seek here in the Kingdom of the Kobolds?”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf recovers.</p><p></p><p>“We have been employed by the man-child’s, children… the people of Oakhurst to search for a party of adventurers that went this wa…”</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl’s hand cuts him off in an instant.</p><p></p><p>Silence descends again.</p><p></p><p>“Continue.”</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl waves him on again, Grand Alf gulps then continues.</p><p></p><p>“Went this way, there were four of them, a brother and sister, the Hucrele’s a local merchant family, Talgen and Sharwyn are their names; a woodsman Ran…”</p><p></p><p>“Stop.” Ysdrayl smiles, hand up.</p><p></p><p>Silence.</p><p></p><p>“Start.” Ysdrayl waves him on again.</p><p></p><p>“A Ranger called Karrakas, and…”</p><p></p><p>“Stop.” Hand up.</p><p></p><p>Silence.</p><p></p><p>“Start.”</p><p></p><p>“And a Paladin, a holy warrior, called Sir Bradford- we seek them. We fear they may have befallen great danger… er harm.”</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl leaps onto the seat of her throne, grasps her cloak and extravagantly swirls it about her, the dance ends with the cloak wrapped tightly around her, she’s almost hidden inside it, her eyes, twinkling- mischievous, still visible.</p><p></p><p>The Kobold guards step back as Ysdrayl intones.</p><p></p><p>“Dey Doo Doo Dat Don’t Dey Doh.”</p><p></p><p>The Kobold guards echo, mostly in unison- a few stragglers.</p><p></p><p>“DEY DOO DO DAT.”</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl deflates and collapses into a pile on the seat of her throne, then peeks out-</p><p></p><p>“I have travelled in my mind and out of my body, from Hamfeld, to Evatown, I have seen things, these people, I know them… in my mind, I have held there presence, their essence, their being, their soul, their… sleeping bags, I mean… I mean. OHHHH.”</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl falls down- dead?</p><p></p><p>OOooooo</p><p></p><p>A sharp intake of breath from the congregating guards.</p><p></p><p>Thwopthwopthwopthwop</p><p></p><p>A grinning Meepo applauds.</p><p></p><p>THWOK</p><p></p><p>And receives a slap round the head for his pains from one of the guards.</p><p></p><p>Shhhh.</p><p></p><p>The silence lingers… for a while, too long?</p><p></p><p>“Madam, are you injured?”</p><p></p><p>Saradomin steps forward, concerned, Ysdrayl leaps to her feet.</p><p></p><p>“I have seen your friends… in my mind… in the hollow places. I can find them for you, search the way, in my mind, yesssssss. YES. I can tell you the way.”</p><p></p><p>She stands tall, proud, erect, she’s 2 foot 4 inches, not that erect then.</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf ventures-</p><p></p><p>“Will you, madam. Will you, pleeeeeease.”</p><p></p><p>He takes to one knee, genuine this time.</p><p></p><p>“Yep.”</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl flops to her seat,</p><p></p><p>“For a price.”</p><p></p><p>And crosses her arms, and grins.</p><p></p><p>“For a price.”</p><p></p><p>She winks at Dartamor who was in on the act all along, for good measure he winks back, and grins at the prostrate Grand Alf’s back.</p><p></p><p>“Anything madam, anything.”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf is still hooked.</p><p></p><p>“You will venture into the land of Evatown, the cursed place, where mighty Kobolds are taken and never return. There you are to recover our majestic drake, mighty Cornflakes, take him back from the vial scum that inhabit there, those whose name must be unspaken etcetera etcetera.”</p><p></p><p>She waves her hands to signal unheard words.</p><p></p><p>“And return him to his rightful place, here amongst the mighty Scousers, for this favour I will impart said knowledge, a forthwith, notwithstanding, hence-which, forth-who and that… sign here”</p><p></p><p>“What’s in it for us, other than the info on the kids?”</p><p></p><p>Dartamor looks past Ysdrayl to the key; she turns and follows his gaze.</p><p></p><p>“You may select from the mighty treasures what we have here gathered, forthmore, with… er hence.”</p><p></p><p>She points to a stone altar/table type device, it’s scattered with assorted stuff, a potion bottle, some scrolls, and a feather (odd?).</p><p></p><p>She turns back, skips off the throne and over to Dartamor.</p><p></p><p>“Or you can gamble up…”</p><p></p><p>She looks up. Dartamor follows her gaze.</p><p></p><p>“For the key.”</p><p></p><p>“Deal. Shakey-shake, sorry it’s an Elven thing”</p><p></p><p>The two shake hands.</p><p></p><p>The spears relax.</p><p></p><p>“Ave it.”</p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p></p><p>The Kobold guards go back to being guards, suddenly less interested in the heroes.</p><p></p><p>Saradomin slaps Dartamor on the back, Aleso grins and winks at him. Grand Alf slowly picks himself up from the floor.</p><p></p><p>“What happened?”</p><p></p><p>Aleso shuffles over to Grand Alf, whispers in his shell-like (ear).</p><p></p><p>“Bit of a performance I’ll admit, had me going for a while, still got there in the end- she’ll tell us where the kids are if we get back the drake… dragon… er drake- isn’t that a big duck, I think she meant dragon, y’know, the Cornflakes chap…”</p><p></p><p>Aleso drones on but Grand Alf’s not listening anymore. Aleso continues anyway.</p><p></p><p>“Very civil of her actually, and the big duck, I mean dragon, well how big can it be… it went in that cage-thingy, can’t be that big…”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf turns to look at Ysdrayl, trails of vapour hiss from his ears, he screws his magic hat down tight, he’s been made to look a fool. Aleso still hasn’t stopped rabbiting on.</p><p></p><p>“Although… All-thoOOw… It’d have to be quite a big duck. Don’t you think Grand Alf?”</p><p></p><p>Aleso looks at Grand Alf for confirmation. Too late- he’s gone.</p><p></p><p>He’s been made to look a fool, a fool, a fool- by a…</p><p></p><p>“JUMPED UP SCABBY LITTLE CHEATING LYING SCUMBAG… LITTLE… TINY… EEEENIE WEEEENIE LITTLE… GOBLIN.”</p><p></p><p>He was doing alright till he hit the G-word, shhh… Goblin, don’t say it out loud, and definitely don’t call a Kobold a Goblin.</p><p></p><p>The entire Kobold congregation take a breath, the adventures’ nearly miss out on their last, if it wasn’t for Saradomin and Aleso.</p><p></p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p>“Leuv it.”</p><p>“He’s not worth it Brian Kobold.”</p><p>“Aye.”</p><p>“Aye.”</p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p>“Aye.”</p><p></p><p>Forests of pointy sticks, actually crude spears, are being waved in the faces of the intrepid four. Saradomin thinks quickly, not as quickly as his mouth though.</p><p></p><p>“KOBOLD. Kobold. He meant Kobold… Mighty Kobold. Very mighty Kobold. Dragon er… Aleso?”</p><p></p><p>Aleso struggles with it for a while then…</p><p></p><p>“Dragon… er. Dragonbath… er no. Dragonbreed… er no. Dragontame… er no. Dragon… er Goal, no Dragonkeep…er no. Dragon… Saradomin?”</p><p></p><p>Saradomin, in an instant replies.</p><p></p><p>“Lords. Dragonlords, and ladies of course.”</p><p></p><p>He bows, the Paladin follows suit, then the others, Grand Alf nervously and Dartamor with another wink.</p><p></p><p>Ysdrayl laughs, slaps Meepo round the head, and begins to wave them off.</p><p></p><p>“And take that wretch with you.”</p><p></p><p>She kicks Meepo up the backside for good luck.</p><p></p><p>The Kobold guards see there cue.</p><p></p><p>“Bye.”</p><p>“C’ya.”</p><p>“Ave it.”</p><p>“Calm down.”</p><p></p><p>While the going’s good the four, no scratch that, five, including Meepo, wander off. Negotiations are, it seems, over. They have to find the four lost adventurers and… and a dragon, or a big duck, either way, called Cornflakes.</p><p></p><p>Read on for more high jinks from the Lost Boys… </p><p></p><p>Next week “Grand Alf Magic Fire Burper.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 3570577, member: 16069"] [b]Ysdrayl, and the back story.[/b] Turn 2.105 ver 3. (not compatible with Windows XP- is anything?) [CENTER]Ysdrayl, and the back story.[/CENTER] Ten minutes later the four hapless adventurers find themselves before the throne of the self-styled Kobold queen, Ysdrayl. This is situated at the end of a long dark, dank corridor, although the passage is over twenty feet wide, torches offer guttering light illuminating a sea of Kobold faces, they appeared from every door, and the ancient DRAGON carved columns- there must be 15-20 Kobolds gathered. Before the nervous foursome is a crude throne perched on which is Ysdrayl, a kind of squashed Kobold, she looks fairly ancient, which for a Kobold is about twenty- life’s hard for Kobolds and she doesn’t have a moisturising regime to speak of. The throne itself is strangely strange- a leering dragon, mouth agape, forms the backrest, inside the fanged maw is a key… a dragon key. We join the action as- “Calm down.” “Calm down.” “Leuv it.” “He’s not worth it Brian Kobold.” “Aye.” “Aye.” “Calm down.” “Aye.” Forests of pointy sticks, actually crude spears, are being waved in the faces of the intrepid four. How did we get to this- easy Grand Alf opened his mouth. Let’s go back a few minutes… The adventurers are led into the smoky chamber; other Kobolds come skittering in to see what’s going on. Saradomin bows low, good start, before the Queen. “I am Saradomin, leader of our group.” First mistake. “Leader?” x2 Dartamor doesn’t care, Grand Alf and Aleso are a little confused. “Leader?” x2 “Who made you leader?” Grand Alf steps up to the plate, “You’re a priest, how can you possibly lead when you’re already compromised, you have your duty to do Cleric; a leader should be someone capable of seeing things from all sides, able to take difficult decisions unencumbered by theological rhetoric.” Aleso chuckles, Saradomin looks a little put out. “And that goes for you too…” Grand Alf points at Aleso, who stops chuckling in an instant. “What?” Grand Alf steps forward, towards Ysdrayl, he doesn’t bow. “What do you want then? Who’s this Cornflakes- a dragon, huh, hardly likely is it. I mean a dragon. You’re just Kobolds.” Silence engulfs them, no that’s not it- it gets worse. Ysdrayl leans forward, Kobold guards cluster, but not too close- one eye on the adventurers, one on their beloved (and fearsome) queen. “Kneel before me, crawling frog man-thing, thy pointy hat holds no sway here for I wield mighty magics, far greater than your puny talents, you are a mere stripling stumbling on your first incantations.” The silence continues, although steam seems to be coming from Grand Alf’s ears, behind him Aleso and Saradomin are stifling laughter, Dartamor is counting Kobolds- a few, some, many, gulp… lots. Grand Alf gingerly, and quickly, sinks to one knee and then back up again. “Now pointy-headed man-child what do you seek here in the Kingdom of the Kobolds?” Grand Alf recovers. “We have been employed by the man-child’s, children… the people of Oakhurst to search for a party of adventurers that went this wa…” Ysdrayl’s hand cuts him off in an instant. Silence descends again. “Continue.” Ysdrayl waves him on again, Grand Alf gulps then continues. “Went this way, there were four of them, a brother and sister, the Hucrele’s a local merchant family, Talgen and Sharwyn are their names; a woodsman Ran…” “Stop.” Ysdrayl smiles, hand up. Silence. “Start.” Ysdrayl waves him on again. “A Ranger called Karrakas, and…” “Stop.” Hand up. Silence. “Start.” “And a Paladin, a holy warrior, called Sir Bradford- we seek them. We fear they may have befallen great danger… er harm.” Ysdrayl leaps onto the seat of her throne, grasps her cloak and extravagantly swirls it about her, the dance ends with the cloak wrapped tightly around her, she’s almost hidden inside it, her eyes, twinkling- mischievous, still visible. The Kobold guards step back as Ysdrayl intones. “Dey Doo Doo Dat Don’t Dey Doh.” The Kobold guards echo, mostly in unison- a few stragglers. “DEY DOO DO DAT.” Ysdrayl deflates and collapses into a pile on the seat of her throne, then peeks out- “I have travelled in my mind and out of my body, from Hamfeld, to Evatown, I have seen things, these people, I know them… in my mind, I have held there presence, their essence, their being, their soul, their… sleeping bags, I mean… I mean. OHHHH.” Ysdrayl falls down- dead? OOooooo A sharp intake of breath from the congregating guards. Thwopthwopthwopthwop A grinning Meepo applauds. THWOK And receives a slap round the head for his pains from one of the guards. Shhhh. The silence lingers… for a while, too long? “Madam, are you injured?” Saradomin steps forward, concerned, Ysdrayl leaps to her feet. “I have seen your friends… in my mind… in the hollow places. I can find them for you, search the way, in my mind, yesssssss. YES. I can tell you the way.” She stands tall, proud, erect, she’s 2 foot 4 inches, not that erect then. Grand Alf ventures- “Will you, madam. Will you, pleeeeeease.” He takes to one knee, genuine this time. “Yep.” Ysdrayl flops to her seat, “For a price.” And crosses her arms, and grins. “For a price.” She winks at Dartamor who was in on the act all along, for good measure he winks back, and grins at the prostrate Grand Alf’s back. “Anything madam, anything.” Grand Alf is still hooked. “You will venture into the land of Evatown, the cursed place, where mighty Kobolds are taken and never return. There you are to recover our majestic drake, mighty Cornflakes, take him back from the vial scum that inhabit there, those whose name must be unspaken etcetera etcetera.” She waves her hands to signal unheard words. “And return him to his rightful place, here amongst the mighty Scousers, for this favour I will impart said knowledge, a forthwith, notwithstanding, hence-which, forth-who and that… sign here” “What’s in it for us, other than the info on the kids?” Dartamor looks past Ysdrayl to the key; she turns and follows his gaze. “You may select from the mighty treasures what we have here gathered, forthmore, with… er hence.” She points to a stone altar/table type device, it’s scattered with assorted stuff, a potion bottle, some scrolls, and a feather (odd?). She turns back, skips off the throne and over to Dartamor. “Or you can gamble up…” She looks up. Dartamor follows her gaze. “For the key.” “Deal. Shakey-shake, sorry it’s an Elven thing” The two shake hands. The spears relax. “Ave it.” “Calm down.” The Kobold guards go back to being guards, suddenly less interested in the heroes. Saradomin slaps Dartamor on the back, Aleso grins and winks at him. Grand Alf slowly picks himself up from the floor. “What happened?” Aleso shuffles over to Grand Alf, whispers in his shell-like (ear). “Bit of a performance I’ll admit, had me going for a while, still got there in the end- she’ll tell us where the kids are if we get back the drake… dragon… er drake- isn’t that a big duck, I think she meant dragon, y’know, the Cornflakes chap…” Aleso drones on but Grand Alf’s not listening anymore. Aleso continues anyway. “Very civil of her actually, and the big duck, I mean dragon, well how big can it be… it went in that cage-thingy, can’t be that big…” Grand Alf turns to look at Ysdrayl, trails of vapour hiss from his ears, he screws his magic hat down tight, he’s been made to look a fool. Aleso still hasn’t stopped rabbiting on. “Although… All-thoOOw… It’d have to be quite a big duck. Don’t you think Grand Alf?” Aleso looks at Grand Alf for confirmation. Too late- he’s gone. He’s been made to look a fool, a fool, a fool- by a… “JUMPED UP SCABBY LITTLE CHEATING LYING SCUMBAG… LITTLE… TINY… EEEENIE WEEEENIE LITTLE… GOBLIN.” He was doing alright till he hit the G-word, shhh… Goblin, don’t say it out loud, and definitely don’t call a Kobold a Goblin. The entire Kobold congregation take a breath, the adventures’ nearly miss out on their last, if it wasn’t for Saradomin and Aleso. “Calm down.” “Calm down.” “Leuv it.” “He’s not worth it Brian Kobold.” “Aye.” “Aye.” “Calm down.” “Aye.” Forests of pointy sticks, actually crude spears, are being waved in the faces of the intrepid four. Saradomin thinks quickly, not as quickly as his mouth though. “KOBOLD. Kobold. He meant Kobold… Mighty Kobold. Very mighty Kobold. Dragon er… Aleso?” Aleso struggles with it for a while then… “Dragon… er. Dragonbath… er no. Dragonbreed… er no. Dragontame… er no. Dragon… er Goal, no Dragonkeep…er no. Dragon… Saradomin?” Saradomin, in an instant replies. “Lords. Dragonlords, and ladies of course.” He bows, the Paladin follows suit, then the others, Grand Alf nervously and Dartamor with another wink. Ysdrayl laughs, slaps Meepo round the head, and begins to wave them off. “And take that wretch with you.” She kicks Meepo up the backside for good luck. The Kobold guards see there cue. “Bye.” “C’ya.” “Ave it.” “Calm down.” While the going’s good the four, no scratch that, five, including Meepo, wander off. Negotiations are, it seems, over. They have to find the four lost adventurers and… and a dragon, or a big duck, either way, called Cornflakes. Read on for more high jinks from the Lost Boys… Next week “Grand Alf Magic Fire Burper.” [/QUOTE]
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