"Because we're not native to this plane? It's that or because we're the chosen ones set to free the rest of our kind." Xialanet answers qucikly. Tharivol is to busy scanning the battlefield, checking to see how to best defend the city in case of another assault though he says half-heartedly "I agree with Athear. There's no way they could've whisked the dragons away without having complications. So the easy way would've been to draw you into a small battle, get the dragons outta of the way, and the crush you. I think we got thrown in as a surpirse, but they'll be back. I'm quite sure of that
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"Ages?" muses Athearkepeskorn. "Intriguing. But yes, answers...and questions...are why we're here. The battle was merely fortunate happenstance. Rhodia, down."
The elf astride his neck obediently unstraps herself from the riding saddle and leaps upward, growing a pair of unearthly, pearly white feathered wings in midair, then floating gently to the ground. She nods at the others, and gives a curtsy to the king as her wings fold...and vanish.
The dragon himself rumbles approvingly, then ripples, like a pond with a stone thrown into it. His titanic form collapses into itself; the bright, mirrorlike silver of his scales marring and blurring and becoming a mishmash of earthtones. For an instant the dragon is a shinking amorphous mass...but a final contraction reveals him to be an unusually massive elf male of uncommon physical perfection. His hair is long and straight, and as silver as his scales used to be. He wears a simple tan tunic and breeches. His wounds however, that have been healing slowly all this time, stay with the new form...staining the tunic red almost immediately, and causing his elf form to stagger under the unexpected sensation of pain.
"Blast," he grumbles, and spits a gob of blood onto the ground. "Forgot about that." He presses a hand to his side, where he was mauled by the dark dragon, and forces a jaunty smile.
"Into the city, yes. Lets go."
The elf astride his neck obediently unstraps herself from the riding saddle and leaps upward, growing a pair of unearthly, pearly white feathered wings in midair, then floating gently to the ground. She nods at the others, and gives a curtsy to the king as her wings fold...and vanish.
The dragon himself rumbles approvingly, then ripples, like a pond with a stone thrown into it. His titanic form collapses into itself; the bright, mirrorlike silver of his scales marring and blurring and becoming a mishmash of earthtones. For an instant the dragon is a shinking amorphous mass...but a final contraction reveals him to be an unusually massive elf male of uncommon physical perfection. His hair is long and straight, and as silver as his scales used to be. He wears a simple tan tunic and breeches. His wounds however, that have been healing slowly all this time, stay with the new form...staining the tunic red almost immediately, and causing his elf form to stagger under the unexpected sensation of pain.
"Blast," he grumbles, and spits a gob of blood onto the ground. "Forgot about that." He presses a hand to his side, where he was mauled by the dark dragon, and forces a jaunty smile.
"Into the city, yes. Lets go."
Jemal
Adventurer
The young knight Justin moves forward instinctively as the Elf bleeds, laying his hand over the wound (30 healing). "It is not much, oh Great One, but we all must do our part." The King nods approvingly and then motions Mary to go with the knight. "Sir Justin here will lead you to our guest quarters in the castle. Meanwhile, I believe the rest of us should pay a visit to the preists.. my spirit is spent, else I'd heal you myself. From the looks of it, even as mighty as you were not untouched by the battle." He says as he turns and leads you into the walled city. People are all over the place now, soldiers and citizens alike cleaning up. As you pass, they stop work for a moment to salute their king, and bow respectfully to you, though none approach, and most have a mixture of worry and resolve on their faces. "Some of our mages from Malindar will be coming in soon to begin repairs." King Thelsan says as you approach the castle "Those we have here... the few that survived, that is... are trained for battle, not building. Malindar's archtiects will be able to restore our city. Or at least, the infrastructure." He walks through the gates of the castle, standing in the center of Islo.
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Athear nods at his healer, briefly grateful, then strides after the king, Rhodia following quickly after. His wounds continue to slowly close on their own, and he graciously turns down further healing.
"One does not do battle with the great scions of evil and expect to walk away unscathed," the dragon in elf form says. "But a wound won in such a battle is a mark of honor, so long as it does not kill you." He chuckles.
"Now what is this 'ages' you speak of?"
"One does not do battle with the great scions of evil and expect to walk away unscathed," the dragon in elf form says. "But a wound won in such a battle is a mark of honor, so long as it does not kill you." He chuckles.
"Now what is this 'ages' you speak of?"
Jemal
Adventurer
"The Ages are.. well, they just are. They exist only on this plane, and no other. The Sphere of the Ages is an artifact by which, once a year, they share their wisdom with whoever possesses it. Now, keep in mind that when I say 'they', I'm not actually speaking of beings, not as such, more a sense of... Knowledge Personified. They exist everywhere and nowhere."
"My most powerful spells are expended, but I should have enough depth left in my magic power to restore us to health, your priests should concentrate on your wounded."
"My power should renew with the dawn and then I will be able to Discern the rider's location."
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sorry about the slow post rate it has been a busy week, next week may not be any better.
by using the remaining spells of 5th level and below to cast cure spells I estimate 94d8 +476 (ave 899) of healing left spread over the party. He still has his lay on hand to restore 24 more points if neccessary.
"My power should renew with the dawn and then I will be able to Discern the rider's location."
OOC-
sorry about the slow post rate it has been a busy week, next week may not be any better.
by using the remaining spells of 5th level and below to cast cure spells I estimate 94d8 +476 (ave 899) of healing left spread over the party. He still has his lay on hand to restore 24 more points if neccessary.
Jemal
Adventurer
*The remaining healing power of the party(Mostly Minathiel, I think) should be enough (Combined with any fast healing and a good nights sleep aided by heal checks) to restore the entire party to full health by morning. In the Meantime, does anybody have questions for the king/his priests/knights/anyone? Or does anybody have a course of action they would like to take?
Once the thread goes 48 hours without a question/action, or when everybody has posted that they are ready to move on, I will shift it to morning.
Once the thread goes 48 hours without a question/action, or when everybody has posted that they are ready to move on, I will shift it to morning.
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