(CSToA) Touch of the Abyss [IC]

"Maybe we should pay the Marchioness a visit if she's so interested in people of our capabilities. Working directly with her could have its benefits. She's likely the richest of our potential employers, if perhaps not the most powerful.
We could send her a little note, something sufficiently cryptic, and a symbolic gift to pique her curiosity."
she casts a glance on the dragons teeth decorating Tesla.

"Hah. Well who woulda thunk it? So you guys killed a dragon too? So did these two monkies and their dad. Their old man was a hero around these parts."

"Bastard. We were building up momentum here. This is why everyone hates you."

"It's not my fault you need ten pints before you can get up the courage to talk about your old man."

"Well, that's an odd coincidence. Care to trade tales?" Veris winks at Hanz, supressing a momentary pang of supersitition. There are no coincidences.
 

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"I'd say that's fair enough. We both were a bit younger, maybe in our twenties at the time. Our father went by the name of Beamesh Gilgawulf, and he was about twice my size."

"They say he was blessed with giant blood somewhere down the line. I'd say that's all true."

"So anyway, this great big blue bastard of a dragon had been notorious for kidnapping women and taking them back to his place for a little interspecies cuddling. This, as I'm sure you can imagine, didn't sit well with the locals. So what did pops do? He grabbed his hammer and went after it. I'm sure you'd do the same in that situation."

"That dragon was a real creep. Something wrong in his head, I think. He thought he could take pops on. I don't know where he got that idea. I mean, I'm a fairly large man, but pops was HUGE. I carried his sword, and bro carried his shield, and that's ALL we carried, the whole way there. Neither of us could ever even try to hold up his hammer, it was just that big."

"You're mistaken, as usual. I had the sword. You had the shield. Gah. So as he was saying, this dragon thought he could take our dad on, but he wouldn't take none of that. The fight did take a while... by pops standards. Maybe two minutes? About that range. So anyway, at this point pops is about three hundred feet up, riding a beheaded dragon down to the ground, when all of a sudden a hundred little mini-dragons come crawling out of some cave. All kinds of weird stuff. Dragon-horses. Dragon-crocodiles. Dragon-fish."

"Oh don't even get started about the dragon-turtle and the dragon-monkey. It was horrible. The worst one of them all though was the dragon-squid. Trust-me... you don't ever want to see one of those."

"Oh god... the electric ink... I still can taste it."

"So yeah, we had to help pops with the aftermath. It was pretty brutal hard-work. So, by official standards, I guess we never killed a full-blooded dragon with our own hands, but at least 10 half-bloods a piece. It was hell though. Fun for telling stories, but I would never do that again."

"Definitely. Just not worth it."
 
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After the brothers finish their tale, Slisik begins reciting his own.

"We entered the Vesper Mountains searching for treasures, and quickly found it. The ogres were first to attack us, big ugly brutes they were. We squared off with them several times, but suffice it to say, they retreated after suffering severe electrical burns. One of them was kind enough to be wielding a pretty greatsword. Gods, its death grip made it hard to pry from its burned hands."

"Anyway, as we advanced deeper into the mountain, we began to be harassed by metallic constructs, crafted from bronze. Their solid bodies easily deflected mine and Errols' swords, but they posed no real challenge against Veris' magics. The constructs had no possessions I was interested in, but they were guarding some rather expensive armor that I believe Veris claimed."

"Next, and my personal favorite, were the dwarves. When we first encountered a small party of them, they started complaining about how we destroyed their property or somesuch. Apparently, they owned the constructs and wanted to charge us with a crime. Well, we had something to say about that!"
Slisik holds up his viper snake. "Jabsis here sent one of them into a catatonic state with his poison, finally pulling his weight!" He speaks directly toward his pet now. "Sometimes I don't know why I let you tag along; you weren't much use in the mountains aside from that biting that dwarf and a few of their children later on."

"After Errol glided through the dwarven spears and sliced off a few limbs, we continued on our way. Right into the dwarven settlement as it turned out. Veris here was kind enough to scout out the place for us. You wouldn't know it from looking at her, but she is quite good at blending in with others."
Slisik is careful not to elaborate here, not wanting to reveal too much of his comrades' powers. "Their defenses were pitiful. When Veris let us know that their warriors had gathered, we summoned forth swarm after swarm of spiders, and a host of small earth elementals. The creatures took the blows while the rest of us rained lightning, magic, and arrows upon the dwarves."

"We rounded a few survivors, mostly women and children. They spoke of a great treasure nearby in a clearing, ready for the taking. It sounded too easy of course, but we wanted more riches. I wish we had put them all to the sword, lying bastards. The clearing was guarded by a dragon! But I'm tired of talking now. Someone else can tell that part of the story."


[sblock=Creamsteak]I hope this post fits into the story, I don't want to step on your toes here. The initial post spoke of us fighting ogres, dwarves, and constructs, so I thought I'd elaborate a little. If that's not alright, I can go ahead and edit out this post.[/sblock]
 

Tesla & Arcs

"Interesting tale indeed." Comments the mind mage as she consumes some of her bread and water. "Especially about the half-breading. Was not aware that a dragon could mate with so many different species."
 

"That thought occured to me as well. A fish? And a monkey? Isn't that contradictory? I always figured dragons had eggs. I guess that works with the fish... but then the monkey? And a fish to begin with!"
 

Veris shrugs, "Some beings will breed with anything, really, we humans are nearly as bad as the dragons and demons. Half Orcs, half Elves, half Giants. I've even heard about a tribe of half-Kobolds, though I guess the other half must have been Dragonborn."
"Our dragon, one of those insane metallic ones, didn't have breeding in mind, fortunately. All it wanted was a snack or a tale to amuse it and it wouldn't take no for an answer. The battle was inevitable but I tried to delay it as much as possible, studying our foe trough its replies to my tale (an incredible bit of nonsense about the demon-queen). When it had revealed its immaturity and gullibility I deemed it safe to fight, but I had underestimated our foe. For though its mind was warped and childish its body was massive. It swept down on us, unleashed a devastating attack on Tesla and nearly carried her aloft to her certain death and then flew past us to perch on a cliff out of our reach.
When it came at us again we were ready for it, taking one of Teslas lightnings head on, and a glancing hit from me. In vengeance it breathed a ball of flame on Errol to little effect and then it once again flew away to safety. It continued that way for another swoop, taking a bit of hurt from me and a great deal more from Tes before it once again attacked our ally, this time taking him in its jaws and flying off with him. Again it ignored the spells we launched and landed safely on a ledge with only Errol to face. A lesser man would have knelt before the beast and asked for mercy, but not our man. Unfased by the dragons breath he attacked, his mighty blow deflected by its hard scales.
But he would not be alone for long, for Slisik brought forth three great hippogriffs and I a swarm of bloodthirsty bats. Proving little more than a distraction our summons did no damage, but bought some more time for Errol who backed away over the side of the cliff while the rest of us advanced to come to his aid. Slisik healed Errol while the swarm smothered and sickened the dragon and the hippogriffs attacked again, still keeping its attention and soaking its brutal attacks before it finally switched its attention to the swarm, wiping it out with its fiery breath.
Wounded, wearied and maddened by our resistance, the beast blustered a bit before turning towards us once more, sweeping down trough our summons and attacks and taking me in ite fierce jaws, nearly ending my life with two savage bites, and carries me aloft. I could feel its pain in my very bones as Errol leaped up towads the beast and struck it deep with a devastating attack. Buffeted by Teslas telekinesis and harassed by her summons and Slisiks snake he still flapped his torn and bloody wings and carried me slowly away when I screamed in rage and with its teeth deep in my flesh unleashed my final spell, blasting its eyes out and sending it smoking to the ground even as it bit me again and brought me to the treshold of death.
Slisik saved my life, but the dragon wasn't so lucky. And so here we are, richer and stronger for the experience."
She sips her wine to wet her parched throat. "And if I exaggerate a bit to glorify my part, well, that's the prerogative of the story-teller." She smiles apologetically.
 
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Errol chuckles softly, a wry smile on his face. I have the scars to say you do not exaggerate overmuch. Truly it was a brutal beast, but it inspired me to train harder and develop some new techniques for fighting such a creature. I will not be caught by such tactics again.
 

"Interesting story. You lot should be proud. I heard that someone killed a dragon out in the Vesper's, but I had no idea they would pass through this town. You know, I typically like dwarves though. Hrm..."

"I hate dwarves. I'll just go ahead and say that. I like their beards, and their fighting spirit, and their language, and their women. But you know what I don't like? Their shoes. I hate dwarven shoes."

"Looks like your steak is ready. Listen, I know I said it would be free, but I think my brother is expecting something of a tip. You should leave something on the bar when you head up."

He goes and fetches the meal for the group.

"So, did you make it known to the gate guards that you killed a wyrm?"

"That information gets passed on to the Marchioness. You might get an audience with her whether you like it or not."

"Certainly a possibility. That or she'll sick the watch on you because she's crazy and thinks that you're here to kill her. That's always a possibility around here."
 
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We certainly have no reason to kill the Marchioness, and it would likely cause more than enough trouble for us to make it worth avoiding. Besides, it seems we've already found the watch and needn't worry so much about them finding us, right?
 

"I did inform the gate guards about our recent victory. Let's hope the Lady offers us a job... but maybe we should sleep with our weapons at the ready in case she has other plans for us."
Slisik cuts off a small bit of his steak for Jabsis, then digs in. When he's finished, he searches around in a pocket for a second, then withdraws and sets eight copper coins on the table. "For your brother..." he says quietly.
 

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