Dark Deeds On White Mountain--Game Thread
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Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
"What's a black fountain thingy... and why would anyone want to drink from something that dirty?" Lars asks in Common. Then worried that he might sound insulting he adds: "You speak dwarven, a sure sign of intellerence... intellience... errr... smarts..."
Lars notices the dragon's missing teeth and makes a note to himself to pick them up as a souvenir when he goes by the cave entrance again. Nodding to himself for his genious, he takes another sip from the mug.
Lars notices the dragon's missing teeth and makes a note to himself to pick them up as a souvenir when he goes by the cave entrance again. Nodding to himself for his genious, he takes another sip from the mug.
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Gray Shade
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The dragon looks southward and answers Haakon without looking. "You may call me Mo-Gwar. I--THERE!" He points toward a bank of clouds far, far in the distance of the blue sky. Everyone assembled looks, hands flat above their eyes, but Mo-Gwar and Kah are the only one with eyes keen enough to see. "My denmates go." He frowns, an expression amplified by his long eyebrows that arc outward. "They have left me." When he sees all of you again, though, he forces his expression to cheer. "But no matter, eh? I yet live, and we can stay here until they return with the Elders. The black fountain does not run out here, so we will be safe to tell stories and while away a moon or two."
Tailspinner:
[sblock]Sure enough, Kah's keen Elven eyes see about a half dozen dragons that look very much like this one far off in the distance, disappearing into the bank of clouds. They are barely larger than glittering yellow specks they are so far away, but they do seem to be his kin.[/sblock]
Tailspinner:
[sblock]Sure enough, Kah's keen Elven eyes see about a half dozen dragons that look very much like this one far off in the distance, disappearing into the bank of clouds. They are barely larger than glittering yellow specks they are so far away, but they do seem to be his kin.[/sblock]
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Gray Shade
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Mo-Gwar's countenance grows dark again and he addresses Lars, who finds himself unable to continue his drink as the dragon speaks, even though his throat gets dryer and dryer with every word the beast utters.
"The dark fountain, little dwarf, is not to be trifled with. To approach it is to become weary, confused, angered and to touch it . . . well . . . It is a waterfall of evil that began pouring down from the roof of our den almost a month ago. It started as drips of liquid, like oil, but no mere oil makes my scales crawl as this does. As time passed, it poured thicker and thicker. We tried shoring the cracks in our ceiling but could not get close enough. We tried burning it but all our mighty flames combined had no effect. One of our number summoned the courage to touch it and that arm has henceforth been useless, and worse yet, the arm rots with a disease we cannot identify that creeps from his fingertip toward his shoulder. We put our faith in the Elders helping him before it claims his life." Here he makes a sign that those of you trained in religion recognize as a symbol of hope sought.
"Ours is a race that turns to magic and science first, and only to faith for matters which the first two pillars cannot command. Last night we decided that this was such a thing, and so Shorruk took what bless-ed water we had and, moving as close as he dared, cast the water upon what is now a constant waterfall, a black pillar from ceiling to floor. The howling and shrieking that resulted was so much that we could not but cower and shiver. Finally, one by one, we gave into sleep, prayers on our lips begging that we would all just reach morning, when the fountain's aura subsides and does not block our exit. It seems that before I woke something moved me here."
He looks around again. "Strange. I do not even know how to get here from the den without going around the other side of the mountain."
"The dark fountain, little dwarf, is not to be trifled with. To approach it is to become weary, confused, angered and to touch it . . . well . . . It is a waterfall of evil that began pouring down from the roof of our den almost a month ago. It started as drips of liquid, like oil, but no mere oil makes my scales crawl as this does. As time passed, it poured thicker and thicker. We tried shoring the cracks in our ceiling but could not get close enough. We tried burning it but all our mighty flames combined had no effect. One of our number summoned the courage to touch it and that arm has henceforth been useless, and worse yet, the arm rots with a disease we cannot identify that creeps from his fingertip toward his shoulder. We put our faith in the Elders helping him before it claims his life." Here he makes a sign that those of you trained in religion recognize as a symbol of hope sought.
"Ours is a race that turns to magic and science first, and only to faith for matters which the first two pillars cannot command. Last night we decided that this was such a thing, and so Shorruk took what bless-ed water we had and, moving as close as he dared, cast the water upon what is now a constant waterfall, a black pillar from ceiling to floor. The howling and shrieking that resulted was so much that we could not but cower and shiver. Finally, one by one, we gave into sleep, prayers on our lips begging that we would all just reach morning, when the fountain's aura subsides and does not block our exit. It seems that before I woke something moved me here."
He looks around again. "Strange. I do not even know how to get here from the den without going around the other side of the mountain."
Krug
Newshound
"There... that should get you right back! I should charge ya for it!" says Dentmus.
To the dragon, Dentmus says, "Yes, well debt. Now that's an interesting word is it not, dragon? As I understand it, you must have quite a hoard. You know, picked up from dragon hunters through the ages. Princes and barbarians and all. Perhaps you could help us with some gold, you being gold and all, and that would help erase the said debt, or give us a scale and all. You being a creature with serpentine links do you shed that fine coat? I know various good uses for such skin... but if not, gems, jewelry, and gold will do! "
After Mo-gwar tells about the fountain:
"A waterfall of evil? Hmm... duty calls, though it does not call as strongly as a visit to the tavern to celebrate our victory. Will you be following us there? Do you give rides? I do know some commercial opportunity. There are easier ways to amass a horde, you understand, my dragon... Oh that wound still looks nasty. Should you want some additional healing, just in case?" Dentmus smiles encouragingly, constantly rubbing the spot under his nose.
To the dragon, Dentmus says, "Yes, well debt. Now that's an interesting word is it not, dragon? As I understand it, you must have quite a hoard. You know, picked up from dragon hunters through the ages. Princes and barbarians and all. Perhaps you could help us with some gold, you being gold and all, and that would help erase the said debt, or give us a scale and all. You being a creature with serpentine links do you shed that fine coat? I know various good uses for such skin... but if not, gems, jewelry, and gold will do! "
After Mo-gwar tells about the fountain:
"A waterfall of evil? Hmm... duty calls, though it does not call as strongly as a visit to the tavern to celebrate our victory. Will you be following us there? Do you give rides? I do know some commercial opportunity. There are easier ways to amass a horde, you understand, my dragon... Oh that wound still looks nasty. Should you want some additional healing, just in case?" Dentmus smiles encouragingly, constantly rubbing the spot under his nose.
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Gray Shade
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"Debt? Gold?" Mo-Gwar says to Dentmus with a wry smile. "A healer for hire are you? I will indeed reward you for helping me. However: One, I've never seen good come of greed, and Two, I'm in no shape to retrieve a reward right now. As for my hide: it is currently as torn and battered as the rest of me. On the one hand I would offer it to you as those who have managed to keep me alive thus far, but on the other my pride dictates that as long as it persists to keep my entrails from becoming outtrails, you shall not have it." It shifts its weight and with obvious effort manages to sit up. It takes a deep breath. As it speaks again, it anunciates clearly, expelling hot breath that chaps Dentmus' lips, "And NO. I do NOT give rides."
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
"Doesn't give rides..." Lars mumbles to himself and frowns sadly, his momentary dream shattered.
Recovering from disappointment he says loudly, "This has been great talking to you Mr. Dragon, but we need to get back into the mines. Got some dwarven friends of ours that will be needing a rescuing, they will. He peers over his mug of ale, takes another sip, and smiles at the creature.
Recovering from disappointment he says loudly, "This has been great talking to you Mr. Dragon, but we need to get back into the mines. Got some dwarven friends of ours that will be needing a rescuing, they will. He peers over his mug of ale, takes another sip, and smiles at the creature.
Lazlow
First Post
The Padre rolls his eyes and rebukes Dentmus: "Watch your tongue! These majestic creatures help oversee our fortunes - and I, for one, would rather those fortunes be good. And no good comes of greed. Be happy that we were able to subdue it and release it from the evil that possessed it - that is reward enough. That, and being alive right now."
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