Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[hafrogman]

Tristan stands firm at the base of the spire, gazing upwards. He points his javelin downwards in a non-threatening manner. He looks at the others for a second.

"They know we're here, right? So announcing ourselves couldn't hurt. Shall I? They might be friendly."

 

[deadestdai]

Dem have bows and speaks in uvver tongues. Not think we get tea and biscuits from these.

Baja smiles grimly. Can rush up wiv you and we bash 'em?

 

[Vendetta]

Xerxes takes the "hiding" place and looks to the rest of his party. "I'm not a coward, I'm just afraid." He quips nervously to his friends before looking back up the spire.

 

[ferretguy]

"While we hold this position down here below their base of operations, if they chose to attack us with ranged weapons we're at a lose. Perhaps we can negotiate with them Tristan, but if not I think with the layout of this spire there is good possibility of another way in on the other side. Julian nods his head towards the spire Perhaps if I and another couple of our quiter companions search for a way in without magic, if they turn out hostile we may be able to get the drop on them.

 

[Vendetta]

I can lift someone up there telekinetically. I can also place a wall of fire or something over the opening." he says. "Maybe if there is an opening in the back, we could flank them."

 

[Ashy]

The sounds of frantic rushing cease from above, only to be replaced by what sounds like a confused argument from a pair of creatures. This conversation comes in sporadic bursts, but is so loud that you can hear it over the whipping wind. You cannot understand the tongue, but you have little doubt of the meaning...

 

[Ferrix]

Turning to her companions she looks slightly dismayed at Baja's first reaction, and then turns towards Tristan and nods. "It might be best that some of us do indeed get out of their line of sight, however showing some good faith may yield a companionable shelter."

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan nods at Kiera's words and waits for those who wish to get behind cover to do so. He walks over to the rock that shelters Xerxes and lifts Raak down to the sands, trying to disturb him as little as possible.

"Stay there for a moment."

He returns to the open area and looks around to make sure everyone is where they wish to be before calling out to those in the cave above.

"Greetings! We come in peace."

He then repeats his message in Elven, Dwarven and even the Orcish tongue.

 

[Ashy]

Raak cracks and eye and makes a small grunting noise as you set him down; you detect a distinct unsatisfied edge in the noise. Other than that, he continues to snooze...

As Tristan calls his message to the desert wind, the voices above grow quiet. For a long, tense moment, no sound issues from above; a bead of sweat visibly rolls down Tristan's neck from beneath his helm. After what seems like eons, a gruff, harsh voice rolls down from the spire like a minitature avalance.

"Show yar colors!" The command is barked, like a well-known military order.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan looks around at the group for a moment, hoping to find some flag that he had forgotten about. His eyes alight upon Kiera, and he looks at her chest. He gestures her over, speaking in a quieter tone of voice.

"Kiera, we need to display the symbol of Pelor, you are the living embodiment of our colors."