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Dungeon Raiders: The Wolf's Den
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wedgeski
Adventurer
Rejik frowns when he hears Sulannus mention the name of the dragon. He remembers something, then thinks better of it, but then catches her eye. It's either look away, or say something. He opts for the latter. "Arzipalihan? You mean Arzaphaelin, the Black Rain?"
He prods around with his hammer, helping with the search wherever possible.
He prods around with his hammer, helping with the search wherever possible.
Sulannus looks around at Rejik curiously. "Arzapha...elin?" She broke out into an incredulous grin and covered her mouth to keep from tittering out loud.
"Oh dear, is that what... Ah. Ah me. I suppose that, allowing for a generation or two where the name was passed down by someone who didn't speak Draconic very well, it could have become that," she said at last, sounding very amused. "Certainly there are no other wyrms on record with names remotely similar. Are you familiar with the history?"
"Oh dear, is that what... Ah. Ah me. I suppose that, allowing for a generation or two where the name was passed down by someone who didn't speak Draconic very well, it could have become that," she said at last, sounding very amused. "Certainly there are no other wyrms on record with names remotely similar. Are you familiar with the history?"
wedgeski
Adventurer
Rejik doesn't meet her gaze. "A little bit. Arzaphaelin took tribute in the north for two hundred years, killing everyone that resisted him, then crawled half-dead with age and sickness into the Jepta valleys. The tribes of my forefathers took up arms and marched to meet him, but he was already dead when they got there. They hauled the carcass into the deepest cave they could find and sold everything they could harvest to the mage conclaves. Those trades are what enabled my mother's tribe to descend into the grasslands and build some of the earliest villages there. I don't know where your wizard grandmother comes into it."
He doesn't mention what else he knows of the mages. The boasts they made of Arzaphaelin's downfall, using relics they bought from the hill-tribes. The lies that became established history. His mother knew it all, but she and her kin had no stake in the dragon's death, and as the stories got bolder, so the mages' appetite for what was left of the body got more desperate.
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tuxgeo
Adventurer
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Aeiyan fully enters the room that holds both the well-dressed skeleton-on-a-slab and the poorly-dressed stabbed-in-the-sternum skeleton.
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"Have we checked the lady's fancy things for curses yet? Perhaps yon late stabbee tried to take her stuff."
(OOC - Nope, just me. Hee hee. Sorry about that.)
"A little bit. Arzaphaelin took tribute in the north for two hundred years, killing everyone that resisted him, then crawled half-dead with age and sickness into the Jepta valleys. The tribes of my forefathers took up arms and marched to meet him, but he was already dead when they got there. They hauled the carcass into the deepest cave they could find and sold everything they could harvest to the mage conclaves. Those trades are what enabled my mother's tribe to descend into the grasslands and build some of the earliest villages there. I don't know where your wizard grandmother comes into it."
Sulannus frowns at that and slowly shakes her head.
"No, that's...that's not it at all. That's not how it goes. Arzapalihan lived much more than two hundred years ago. And he wasn't killed while sick...and dragons don't get weaker with age, they get stronger."
She shrugs it off at that point, wrapping herself in hauteur.
"It's a little strange the names are so similar, but it may just be your ancestors heard of a great black wyrm being killed and jumped to a completely unwarranted conclusion. Or maybe they just wanted to imagine they were part of a much greater legend. Or perhaps the dragon itself had delusions of grandeur. They are prone to such things."
"A little bit. Arzaphaelin took tribute in the north for two hundred years, killing everyone that resisted him, then crawled half-dead with age and sickness into the Jepta valleys. The tribes of my forefathers took up arms and marched to meet him, but he was already dead when they got there. They hauled the carcass into the deepest cave they could find and sold everything they could harvest to the mage conclaves. Those trades are what enabled my mother's tribe to descend into the grasslands and build some of the earliest villages there. I don't know where your wizard grandmother comes into it."
Sulannus frowns at that and slowly shakes her head.
"No, that's...that's not it at all. That's not how it goes. Arzapalihan lived much more than two hundred years ago. And he wasn't killed while sick...and dragons don't get weaker with age, they get stronger."
She shrugs it off at that point, wrapping herself in hauteur.
"It's a little strange the names are so similar, but it may just be your ancestors heard of a great black wyrm being killed and jumped to a completely unwarranted conclusion. Or maybe they just wanted to imagine they were part of a much greater legend. Or perhaps the dragon itself had delusions of grandeur. They are prone to such things."
wedgeski
Adventurer
"Everything dies, even dragons." Rejik seems deflected by her conviction. "Maybe I got it wrong. I wasn't there, after all."
Li Shenron
Legend
[I will assume you want to do a thorough investigation of this area]
While conversing, you also take care of checking everywhere for curses, traps or other dangers, but you don't find anything. You also looked specifically for a cursed scroll similar to the one in a previous room, or any other sign of possibly cursed item, but there seems to be none. The room seems remarkably safe compared to the rest of the dungeon. And no curses.
The woman skeleton seems to have been dressed and laid to rest with particular care. She is dressed in dark silk garments of high value (although time and dust have somewhat taken a toll on them), and she wears beautiful jewelry. In particular, a braided gold chain an oversized gold-and-gems ring seem worth together many hundreds of gp at least. At a superficial investigation, the skeleton carries no marks of wounds of any sort.
The second skeleton sitting on the floor is otherwise dressed in moderately cheap civilian clothes, of modest value but definitely not of a poor. He definitely looks like he died from the wound by the dagger in his chest. His skeletal hands are gripping the dagger firmly. He has nothing of value on it, but you find a couple of items in his vest's pockets:
- a small rusty key
- an empty vial
- a yellowed folded paper* with some scribbled lines
*definitely not cursed
While conversing, you also take care of checking everywhere for curses, traps or other dangers, but you don't find anything. You also looked specifically for a cursed scroll similar to the one in a previous room, or any other sign of possibly cursed item, but there seems to be none. The room seems remarkably safe compared to the rest of the dungeon. And no curses.
The woman skeleton seems to have been dressed and laid to rest with particular care. She is dressed in dark silk garments of high value (although time and dust have somewhat taken a toll on them), and she wears beautiful jewelry. In particular, a braided gold chain an oversized gold-and-gems ring seem worth together many hundreds of gp at least. At a superficial investigation, the skeleton carries no marks of wounds of any sort.
The second skeleton sitting on the floor is otherwise dressed in moderately cheap civilian clothes, of modest value but definitely not of a poor. He definitely looks like he died from the wound by the dagger in his chest. His skeletal hands are gripping the dagger firmly. He has nothing of value on it, but you find a couple of items in his vest's pockets:
- a small rusty key
- an empty vial
- a yellowed folded paper* with some scribbled lines
*definitely not cursed
Leif
Adventurer
Swift, halfling rogue
Swift quickly moves in and stashes the braided gold chain and the gold-and-gems ring. "I'll just hang onto these for safe keeping, of course." Then he begins a more thorough search of the skeleton sitting on the floor, and he stashes the small, rusty key and unfolds and inspects the folded paper.
Swift quickly moves in and stashes the braided gold chain and the gold-and-gems ring. "I'll just hang onto these for safe keeping, of course." Then he begins a more thorough search of the skeleton sitting on the floor, and he stashes the small, rusty key and unfolds and inspects the folded paper.
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