Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[Ashy]

Tristan shakes his head slowly from side to side.

"So that's it? You're petrified of some rumor about soul eating, but you've never actually witnessed it? Well, that's soon enough fixed."

He looks down towards Raak and holds up a single finger in front of the lizard's eyes.

"Now Raak, no eating anyone's soul today, okay?"

The spellseeker looks at the knight, blankly. "Raaakkk?", he squawks.

 

[Ashy]

Kiera laughs mirthfully at Tristan's antics, but turns her attention to Isror, "what have you in mind?"

P.C. perks up as well, looking at the war valco with interest.

Isror replies, "Well, yar words 'ave stirred something deep within me." He glances over to Yana, but she does not seem to notice. You get the feeling that the glance is more for Isror than for Yana, anyway. "I think that if we are to survive, then we must make some alliance. I have chosen to cast our lot with Ossian. If he is really as good a dover as ya say, P.C. and is really as good a soul as I've heard, then he's likely our best bet. We can be his forward set of eyes and ears, so ta speak, in exchange for his protection and support."

The war valco waits for a moment to sense the reactions of the party and P.C., but you sense there is something more that he wants to say.

 

[Ashy]

Kyron turns his blue eyed gaze to the spider lizard again then turns to Isror and PC to follow the conversation.

Ooc:

Spoiler

Kyron checks out the spider lizard then Isror and PC. Ashy do you run supernatural abilities and psionics as detecting as having magical auras?

Kyron:

Spoiler

No, unless there is a good argument to do otherwise. Isror has no magic on his person, nor does Raak. P.C.'s arm "stump" is highly magical.

Raak seems to notice Kyron's glance at him, and begins moving towards him, sniffing and snuffling...

 

[Vendetta]

"Today?" Xerxes says after Tristan speaks to the spellseeker, "I suppose you'll instruct him not to eat our souls each day?" he jokes with a chuckle.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan grins back at the Xeph.

"Well, that depends entirely on how well behaved you are."

The he turns to politely listen to Isror's statement. He nods encouragingly for him to finish the request.

 

[Vendetta]

"Touché" Grins Xerxes.

 

[Voadam]

Kyron ceases to maintain the spell and his eyes go back to their natural glowing aura of bright light as he listens to Isror.

 

[Ashy]

The he turns to politely listen to Isror's statement. He nods encouragingly for him to finish the request.

P.C. also seems to be waiting to hear what Isror has to say, and finally adds, "I will tell Ossian of your desires and I would expect that he would be most open to such an agreement."

This seems to free the lips of the war valco a bit and he smiles. "Well, then, please, come with me and I will show ya what I have for ya." Not waiting for any to follow, Isror, preceeded by Yarish, depart from the inner cave and exit out through the tunnel into the entrance cave. The stone door is now rolled away and the oppressive heat and light from outside floods inward in palpable waves.

The war valco and the halfling exit out and lead you up a tiny, inconspicious foot trail up the steep face of the rock spire; near the tip of the spire, there is an oval shaped depression and within the depression are several strange looking winged devices. They seem to be made of lightweight frames composed of lashed together bones, over which a patchwork of light grey skin has been stretched. Isror points to them, proudly, "Gaunt gliders! An' some of the finest made in Arena, ta boot!" He looks to Qty'ytl, who stands beside them proudly. "Seems 'at Qty'ytl 'ere has a knack fer makin' these things and as you well know, there's no lack o' guants in the area!" The war valco chuckles. "Ya may select th' ones ya'd like, given as a gift from us to ya. There're several of the single gliders and two spare of tha' three-man jobs. Yarish can give ya some flight lessons, but I reckon ya'll catch on quick enough..."

From the look on his face, P.C. seems very pleased... "This is a fine gift indeed, Isror...thank you!" The frey walks over and clasps hands with the war valco and then begins looking over the strange-looking contraptions with a skilled eye.

 

[Ashy]

Kyron ceases to maintain the spell and his eyes go back to their natural glowing aura of bright light as he listens to Isror.

Raak sniffs for a few moments more, as if seeking something, but then stops and returns to Tristan.

 

[Voadam]

Seeing the strange contraptions Kyron regrets having dropped his maintenance of the divination.

"Interesting. Are they strong enough to carry a man in armor? Are they powered by magic? Are the three-man carriers strong enough to carry a horse or mule?"