Another day in the Tavern

[Lord Tarran]

Resiting the urge to smear the tiefling for the slur, the werewolf turns to the window and howls. You hear a return howl, and the werewolf grins.

A few friends of mine are willing to help. Get the wagon Seth, and we will be set.

Suddenly, the pall of fear that had temporarily covered the mind of the lycanthrope lifts. He smiles again as he remembers his own powers. Druidic magic of the most inner circle, and yet another ability to ward away those who would touch his mind or those of minds near him. Why do I worry, he asks himself. I slew The demon prince of vampires! This boy doesn't even begin to compare in power! But right now, I'll just keep an eye on him. Don't want another Salavim on my hands. He flicks his hand, and the window repairs itself.

He grins again, once again looking at Elona.

Are you okay? Come on, whats up?

 

[Xavim]

A little intriged by the thought of the possibilities of Druidic mind wards Xavim nevertheless continues to grin. Ah little wolf. If only you understood the truth of your situation. He may not be a 'demon prince of Vampires' but Xavim knew his abilities well. His will was insurmountable, and his mental prowess second to none. At least as far as he had thusly encountered.

Grinning to himself he knew the greatest surprise would be when, not if, the wolf attacked him and discovered that he was no mere tiefling, but a full blown Abyssal fiend. A deviant strain of the Tanar'ri race closely related to the mighty Cerebelith and thusly all but immune to conventional and magical weaponry, be they sword or fang. Yes, Xavim thought, that would be a scene to remember. Also Druidic fire would not burn him, indeed, the chill of a mortal realm annoyed him so accostom was he to flame, thus the cloaks, and the lightings called forth by the magic wouldn't give him pause.

((Xavim being closely related to the Cerebelith and a fiend in his own right possesses immunity to Electricity, Fire and poison, and possesses acid resistence 20. He however, suffers chill easily and is especially vulnerable to cold(ie x2 damage). DR 15/Cold Iron and SR/PR 23. He also inherited the Cerebeliths half damage trait, which results in him taking 1/2 damage from non magical attack if it results in less damage suffered than his DR.))

Yes, Xavim pondered, I'm quite well equipped to handle this beast. Of course, Xavim didn't like the thought of attempting to tackle an entire pack of them, invulnerability or no. He'd seen those teeth in action and eventually they would be able to tear through, if he allowed such a scenario to happen. Or worse yet, the possibility remained that the Druid might possess banishing magic, and until he discovered what had caused his own plane shifting to go ary, he did NOT want to risk any travel. Mayhap, he thought, I would be able to turn the pack against their little keeper here. My o my that would be interesting now wouldn't it...

 

[JasperDm]

Seth walks out, without another word, and proceeds outside to learn of this place, and tries to find a wheelwright.

(Note that this the first time I've played in this setting, and know jack and **** about this place. Can someone help me out?)

 

[Xavim]

((Wish I could. I aswell know Jack and **** about this place. And it seems that Jack has left town...))

 

[JasperDm]

(Well, according to the WizO's in the threads above, this is in fact Oerth, and a day or so's ride from Greyhawk City. So kick***, Oerth I know.)

Seth acquires a pair of light horses, with a complete set of bridling and harnesses, and a heavy wagon(similar to the sodbuster wagons used in the American Old West). He stocks it with barreled water, and salted beef and pork, and a sack each of apples and potatoes. He refills his medical bag and spell component pouches. Seeing that the land is fertile and grassy, he packs light on horse feed. He also picks up a few pearls, and a wand of cure light wounds, for simple medical assistance.

 

[Dai'Morra Clayrentha]

Elona watched the others walk down the stairs speaking amoung themselves. As Tarran speaks to her she merely smiles, "It is nothing that you need to worry about Tarran, it is only my mind making me worry, nothing more. Is everyone ready and everything needed done before going?"

 

[Lord Tarran]

A dust cloud is seen in the distance, as howling comes. Suddenly, four enormous wolves come to a complete halt by the wagon. Tarran leaps out the opened (not broken) window, and lands hard on his feet. He looks at the wolves, and with a nod, they walk over to the wagon. They look confused, seeing the horses in the places they had hoped to pull in. Tarran slaps his forehead as he sees this, and with another nod to the wolves, they go lay down in front of the gate, patiently waiting for the wagon to leave. The druid finds that he has a little time left, and recollects the energy he spent on spells earlier. HIs armor remains hidden as he transforms into a wolf, and runs back to the room, looking at Elona. He says to her mind,

You coming, or what? It looks like we're ready. Get what remains to be gotten and lets go. Also, come on, tell me, what is going on. Why were you stunned when I talked about your father? You know what, tell me once we get moving.

He becomes human again, and leaps back out the window, helping Seth get everything ready. During that time, he asks the mortif in mind speak:
Do you trust Xavim? He doesn't seem to be just a Tiefling, because he doesn't give off any emotions I can detect. Even you I get at least indifference, but as a mortif, you should be unreadble, but a Tiefling, a being of chaos and evil, should be easy to read. I could take him, I'm sure, but I would like to avoid conflict for the moment. Also, I was curious, how much do you know about Veran? Would you like to learn about my strain of Lycanthorpy? One of your medical prowess should know if you don't.

(OOC: Hey, Xavim, cool races for well Xavim. I like the spin.)

 

[Dai'Morra Clayrentha]

Elona looks around the place one last time in thought, then heads out to the wagon. She stops seeing all the wolves and softly smiles though a bit nervous. "I don't know about this wagon, perhaps I should walk..."

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran hears her footsteps, and come around the bend. He sees the way she glances at his brethren, and laughs.

Don't worry Elona, Seth got proper horses to pull the wagon. They're just here as back up. All Veran, but their version of Lycanthropy is different from mine. I'll tell you about it later when I tell Seth. Also,

he reaches to his sash, and pulls out a grey opal, the symbol of the moon intersected by a wolf head on it.

take this. If you are ever nervous or upset by something, or you need me now, just hold this amulet, and I'll be there as fast as I can. Don't worry about where you keep it, only a chosen charge can activate it. Also, could you keep an eye out for me on the main gate. My brothers are, but I'm also expecting someone now, and I won't be watching. You'll know when my visitor arrives.

 

[Dai'Morra Clayrentha]

She smiles and nods, "They are, well, so cute! They remind me of big dogs!" She blushes at her sudden words, "Oh, forgive me lord Tarran, my words were quite wrong of me. Thank you for the gift Tarran, I shall watch the gate for you. I am heading that way right now..." She puts his gift in a small hidden pocket in her outfit, then walks near the gate and stops to look at a few flowers that grow on the ground, leaning down she picks them and smells them, a faint smile crosses her face. As she stands she looks back up at the gate and then walks over to the gate's door. Leaning genltly against it she thinks while keeping an eye out, "Well, the journey is only minutes away and the mountains will seem closer. The time it will take I cannot wait, though I fear it won't be my emotions not waiting. I shouldn't worry though, should I? The group is good in its members and all seem good at what they do."