[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

[Karl Green]

OOC: Hide 1d20 (9) + 11 = 20, Read Thoughts DC 16

(occ saving throw of nearest figure Will save of nearest ‘mind’ = 8 /occ)

Amon is almost stunned for a second – not because the mind is so powerful BUT because it is so unfocused and mad – whomever or whatever the creature once was, its mind now is filled with images of blood and dead and fear and anger and rage and nightmares. It’s surface thoughts remind him of a night storm of lightning and rolling black sea, the creature a small spec in this turbulence (but he does realize that the creature is ‘alive’, it has a conscious and is intelligence…but it is simply madder then anything or anyone he has ever encountered)

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

Marcus stands, lifts a rock, and says a brief prayer

"Silver Flame, light my way."

The stone lights up and Marcus walks over to Neville.

"So...they want our mules..."

Marcus glances over at Azreal, looking for any signs he has discerned these creature's intentions.

 

[Karl Green]

Also Karl has it been 24 hours since my last use of dragonbreath? I used it in the battle with the Warforged.

(occ yes, close enough /occ)

(OOC-What are the mules carrying, and how many of 'them' can we see?
I think Azreal took the longspear. It was that or a great axe.)

(occ the mules are carrying all your food and water and camping gear and extra rope as I remember (15 days worth each now). I will have to look back at the past post to figure out what else they are carrying but it was a couple hundred pounds each I thought /occ)

 

[Ferrix]

(occ saving throw of nearest figure Will save of nearest ‘mind’ = 8 /occ)

Amon is almost stunned for a second – not because the mind is so powerful BUT because it is so unfocused and mad – whomever or whatever the creature once was, its mind now is filled with images of blood and dead and fear and anger and rage and nightmares. It’s surface thoughts remind him of a night storm of lightning and rolling black sea, the creature a small spec in this turbulence (but he does realize that the creature is ‘alive’, it has a conscious and is intelligence…but it is simply madder then anything or anyone he has ever encountered)

OOC: It affects all creatures within the 60 ft. cone, not just one.

Taking the moment to refocus his thoughts, he then focuses his energies on the lead creature, filling the creature with positive emotions in hopes to get the creature to reconsider. Amon draws himself up out of the shadows, the wrinkled form of Gherald Preax has fallen away and in his place stands an attractive female elf. Raising her hands in a gesture of nonconfrontation, Liera, begins to approach the bedraggled creatures with calm words, which twangs with the accent of a member of what once was the nation of Cyre.

OOC: Refocus 1d20 (18) + 7 = 25, Psionically Endowed Telempathic Projection DC 15, Disguse 1d20 (3) + 19 = 22, I'll attempt a Diplomacy check next round +15 (+19 if the telempathic projection works).

 

[Karl Green]

OOC: It affects all creatures within the 60 ft. cone, not just one.

(occ Hmm I thought I read it as 'creature' BUT if its creatures' then he picks up 9 other creatures within his cone (but that is not all of them) and reads 6 other minds with almost all the same thoughts... crazy and confused... but focusing somewhat on the Mules /occ)

 

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 19

“Strangers, ye be… welcome here you are not. Flesh, we do demand… payment it is, to past these lands.” and with a bit more sniffing the figure points its staff towards the Magebreed Mules “Do, they will… payment in full will be”

"Yet you have not answered my question, stranger," Azreal returned, "Who are 'ye' and why do ye think you can demand flesh for our passage?"

Azreal allowed the fire and light within to flow outward, lighting the area with the brightness of Daylight . . . tinged in azure.

 

[Bobitron]

Fury's magelight flashes on when the creature speaks, illuminating his form. The warforged warrior stands at the ready, arm held in a firing position and his eyes flickering to Neville for the command to fire.

ooc: I can carry all the supplies, if you like...

 

[taitzu52]

Neville steps forward and clears his throat. "You see," he says, "these asses are not what they seem. They are quite special, and have been treated to hold more....how should I say, life essence."

He pauses to gague these creatures reactions to his comment. "I am afraid that without at least one, it would be suicide to cross these lands. And cross them we will." The old man has made more outlandish bargains under worse circumstances, but it seems so long ago, so...out of touch.

Finally, and quite firmly, he says, "We will sacrifice one of these 'infused' asses as a tribute to your rightful presence. In return, we shall expect your mercy for one full week* as we sojurn to ease the suffering of this land." Beads of sweat form on Neville's forhead, but he does not waver. He stands ready to either lose an ass, or pump sparking bolts of death into the closest of them.

*- a week or however long is should take us, plus a day

(OOC-how many of them are there?)

 

[Slippshade]

Bale is awakened by Neville as the figures approach. At the figure's mention of the mules, he moves into position near enough to protect them, draws Magique'ricera from her scabbard and prepares to cast his mage armor spell.

 

[Karl Green]

The creature looks from Azreal to Gherald1, where it hesitates for a moment and then looks towards Neville before finally speaking “Touched, they are… taste we will” and again it seems to smell the air. The other creatures remain in the darkness although creep a bit closer and continue smelling the air.

“Ours’ these lands they be, Talelean’dor we be...

Pass this way, once ye have… Permission, from us, ye did not have… no time, day or night, will we give ye safe pass. Pass now and leave, but leave the two, for that we must have…”

Neville peeks as best he can into the darkness – his best guess is that there are thirty of the creatures in the darkness, but it could well be more and it does seem that he can hear more arriving. Henry nearby grows deeply and whines a bit, his tail out straight and aggressive.



(occ 1 Will saving thrown 18 total, it is a bit crazy so Diplomacy has limited affect on the creature…but I will let you roll /occ)