Dragonstar: Deep Space Campaign, Part One: Taken

[Velenne]

The draconid looks startled to see a bunch of manlings. He looks as if he's trying to sort out what to do when one of them drops meat at his feet. At first, he seems insulted,

"Mossaka no manling dog!" Then he peers down at the morsel from his great height as if to consider. Finally, he squats down, swipes it up, and drops it down the back of his throat in single motion. He swallows hard and smacks his lips, grunting contentedly.

Mossaka crosses the distance between himself and the manling who fed him. He bends over at the waist, eyes narrowing, nostrels flaring. He speaks in a low voice that nevertheless carries across the clearing, "Mossaka no eat manlings...anymore. Need garlic first!"

He smiles with big, expressive lips and rubs the manling's head, giggling at some inner joke. He then stands back up and looks around,

"Where is we?"

 

[Elrick]

Location: Unknown?
You all stand upon the gentle slope of a hillock located in a forest clearing. The odd blue-leaf trees resemble evergreens with narrow blue needles, pale bark and a woodsy scent. A stream trickles off to the north and could easily be crossed by a single humanoid step. Again the stars are unfamiliar and the four moons shine brightly in pastel shades of blues, greens, and purple. A Grey mountain range can be seen rising off to the West. You all feel heavier here and sluggish. The absences of any of the sounds you normally associate with a wilderness worries you greatly.

Mossaka, with a much higher perspective then the others notices an object at the base of hill near the stream. He is to far away to tell what it is for sure.

DM: as I've mentioned before I will be posting regularly on MWF, to keep the game moving forward, at a minimum. In fact I plan to post more often as needed. Please feel free to role-play your conversations among yourselves. I want you guys to get a little familiar with each other before we start in earnest.

 

[Calim]

Horatio seeing the big lizard, steps back a pace wanting to make sure that he is not the first one that is in reach.

He looks up, and very hoarsly states,"My name is Horatio, I am a traveling merchant."

Horatio is a man in his late 20's who has spent his entire adulthood life on the road going from city to city. His clothes are very worn looking and the trail dust is very thick as he was picked up on his way to the next town. Clean shaven, and a pony tail and he is dressed in reds and blacks. A wide brimed hat upon his head hides his eyes fluttering this way and that watching everyone's movements but trying to hide the fact that he is doing so.

 

[Vargo]

A 5'1" elf quickly checks to make sure that none of his equipment has been tampered with. He finds his whip and sword still at his side, and his pack attached. He is wearing a darkened breastplate of obvious quality. Introducing himself, he speaks...

"I am Tenos, slaver-bane. I do not know by what foul magic I have been brought here, but a slaver is a slaver, no matter what their appearance and behavior. I fear that our captors have not forgotten us, and that our presence here is entirely at their whims. Let us be on our guard for their future manipulations that will surely come..."

 

[Mirth]

As the strange drake called Mossaka rubs the black stubble on Banwyl's head, the arbiter thinks to himself Is this all a dream? If I was truly captured and held for the length of time that I remember, then surely my hair would have grown a little. But I can feel now that it is still as shortly cropped as normal. Strange ... what kind of captors are these pale ones?

After Mossaka has finished playing with Banwyl as one would play with a rag doll, the human straightens his simple monk's robes, rubs the front of his weathered face and tries to sort out the situation.

"Tenos, is it?" the arbiter says to the elf. "If the 'slavers' had wanted us harmed or dead, I would daresay that they would not have groomed us and returned all of our weapons and equipment. To worry about a force that we cannot hope to defeat is to waste our time. More importantly, I think we should see how we can return to our rightful homes. I for one am needed where I come from and the longer I am here the mre anarchy will reign in my absence."

Turning to Kaalek, he says, "You seem to recognize this place. Do you know where we are?"

 

[ErichDragon]

"Arbiter, you are right. My fist duty is to return home. I will help you if you will help me."

Sasaki actually looks peeved that no one has hostile intent. He reluctantly removes his hand from his sword, and crosses his arms acrossed his chest.

 

[Velenne]

Never one to have much of an attention span, Mossaka takes flight with a sudden thrust of his wings. The resulting gust is almost enough to knock the monk off his feet. The beast soars over the trees with a few more downbeats, aiming for the object he noticed near the hill's base and hoping its more food.

 

[Calim]

Horatio eyeing where Mossaka is headed, heads off in the same direction being watchful as he goes.

 

[Vargo]

Oops, wrong game.

Tenos follows the others, but watches alertly for any sign of anything out of the ordinary.

 

[Mirth]

As Mossaka flies off, Banwyl raises his eyebrows then turns to Sasaki and Kaalek, "I guess it beats standing around." With that, he runs at an easy pace after the drogre (?).