Crossed Paths, Part II

[doghead]

I don't like this milling around in the door - too much like sheep waiting for the slaughter. And standing around in the corridor looking is bloody uncivilised.

Marcus lets the pressure of those behind him push him into the room. He takes a position towards the northeast, to give those peering over his shoulder a better view.

You'd better hope that the door doesn't shut on you Marcus.

ooc: aiming for I6

 

[Jarval]

Spoiler

"I am still unsure of this scimitar's powers, I admit, but I know it to be a weapon of no ittle power. If I am to yield it over to you, I would need more than just information in exchange." Brioc says adamantly. "As I have said, it's value in gold would be a fortune, and I have no other blade to defend myself with if I lose this one.

Switching back to Latin, Brioc addresses his companions.

"We may need to be ready to fight our way out of here lads. I think this druid has taken a disliking to my sword, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let him have it for anything less than its fair value. Besides which, I think we might want to keep it, just in case these good people aren't as trustworthy as they'd like us to believe."

 

[doghead]

Marcus nods. What else is there to do? Shutting the door could be an option. Marcus tries to recall the mechanism and how long it would take to activate.

"Its your decision to make Brioc. If you don't like the price, we can walk away. We won't be any worse off than if we had never found the door in the first place."

He glances across the room at the druid and his companions, hoping to get some sort of feel for their mood*.

ooc: * Sence Motive +9.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar tries to appear loose an calm, as if nothing is wrong. He is ready, though, to hold the line with Dhormium, if it comes to that.

 

[Manzanita]

Negotiations continue

"OK," hisses the lizardman druid. "You want information, but you will not pay my price. It is my turn, then, to make a request. I have need of a man, for use in a certain ceremony. A ceremony from which he won't return. My braves sometimes encounter men, but can't seem to take one alive. But now, there are five. The dwarf and elf don't interest me, but I need one of your companions, cousin. You may pick one. Then you may lead the others out. As I said, I bear you no malice. You may even accompany me to the ceremony, and to meet the King. I think the King would be interested in you. You might like it here."

 

[Krilith]

~Dhormium shifts a bit nervously on his feet. He does not fear the oncomming battle, he is ready, but the anticipation is getting to him a bit.
...Did that lizard speak in latin? then why do they speak this strange language? Questions....when will they be answerd~

 

[doghead]

ooc: Manzanita, just discovered that your black on black text comes up as black on white in stealth mode. Jarvel's backout method still works.

 

[Manzanita]

OOC: The lizarmen have spoken nothing but their own language & Druidic. Thanks for the note Doghead. I somewhat regret this whole language thing. It slows the game down, when only one character can understand. I'll try to avoid it in the future.

 

[Jarval]

"He's asked for a human life as an alternative price." Brioc says to his companions, sounding shocked. "I'm not bartering with him any longer. We're going to leave, and I hope without a fight. But be ready, as I suspect this is going to get unpleasant very quickly."

Spoiler

"I am sorry cousin, but I cannot help you with your ceremony either. I need every one of my people to complete the task set upon me." Brioc says levelly, trying to keep his voice steady despite the disgust he now feels for the lizardman priest. "We cannot pay either price, but we will leave your territory at once. I am sorry we could not find more agreeable terms for our parting. If you have no further business, my companions and I will return to the surface immediately."

 

[eoghanbt]

Tullius has listened, quietly, as he speaks neither language...He's watched behind his back, in a nonchalant sort of way, and attempted to keep his axe and sword lowered and nonthreatening, especially when the second group of walking lizards appeared...under his breath, perhaps, one might catch a latin epithet or two involving Juno, three midgets and a balance beam....