[AU] Butterfly Cage

[WizWrm]

"Is it that you cannot come out?" asks Sanje.

 

[Erekose13]

From the back and hopefully out of sight, Scinathar will try to see if he spots any magic radiating from the location of the voice. If he is unable to get a good line on it, he will wait preferring that the voice continue talking now that he is out of the room.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Come out? I like it here, place for me, only for me, but should come out. Yes, lizard thing shouldn't be here, no no no!" the voice shrieks. Scinathar, you see the spot of magic come out of the crevice, then feel a bloom of pain as a tiny arrow shaft impales itself in your foot.

*The rest of you now see a spryte woman wearing midnight blue wrapped leather armor, her white hair hacked off at random places, pointing a hand crossbow at Scinathar hovering near the ceiling. She wears a silver ring on one hand and has a wild look in her eyes.*

[OOC Scinathar, take 2 points of damage.

 

[Dalamar]

Galen draws a protective rune on his chest, a transparent image of an armor appearing over him for a moment as he finishes.
"Put down your weapon, and you will not get hurt."

 

[WizWrm]

Sanje says, "Stop, Galen," his deep voice reverberating through the chamber. "This is not a fight we need to fight."

"Creature, why do you hate it to such a degree?" he asks, nodding slowly towards Scinathar. "What is it you want? We have no reason to do battle."

OOC: Diplomacy +5 if appropriate

 

[Rybaer]

Grathis grips his morningstar firmly, but tries to maintain a non-threatening stance. He suspects that this spryte isn't entirely sane, but he hopes that his more cultured companions might be able to coax something useful from her.


[ooc - I'll be on vacation and away from the boards until Feb. 1. Feel free to NPC me if needed.]

 

[Dalamar]

Galen eyes Sanje for a moment before relaxing a bit and stepping back to let Sanje try talking some sense to the spryte.

 

[Jaik]

Mochor grins toothily towards the ceiling and moves to place himself between the spryte and Scinathar.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The spryte looks at Scinathar again before Sanje's words seem to penetrate. She ignores Galen's request entirely.*

"It shouldn't be here!" she shrieks, "Not supposed to, not allowed, bad, bad, bad!"

*She darts forward, almost right into Mochor's nose. Pulling up abruptly, she stares at him as if she's never seen anything so fascinating.*

"You're not a lizard," she states with a giggle. Smiling she gives Mochor a little kiss on the nose and vanishes from sight.

*Scinathar, you see the spot of magic again fly back up to the crevice in the ceiling and stay there. The rest of you now hear some more childish giggling, as you did before, coming from the ceiling crevice.*

 

[WizWrm]

Sanje furrows his brow. "Why is it that he is not allowed here? We intend to spend time in these caves, and would wish to know how to avoid offense to its occupants."