[Epic] Scions of the Endless Falls

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Qu'var bows deeply and gathers the slain bodies of his kinsmen around him, and vanishes soundlessly back into the protomatter. Fairweather waits a few moments more, and then drops her strange shape.*

"This is going to cause a great deal of trouble. I would not care to meet the Lich-Queen head-on in battle, nor will her emnity help us in recovering the essences that will restore our world," she says.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Sindol of the Dusk, Blackstorm, Demon of Slaughter.

Elf show no sign of suprise seeing the druid.

"It is why I were drying my teeth to the diplomat, to give him enough ... so he would be capable of convicing his Queen that he had achieved a sucess. Essences ? Why bother ... world will absorb this sticky stuff back and reshape itself. Should have more faith in the Nature, druidess. And as for restoring population of elves ... I'm fully capable of such thing. Must just announce that I'm seeking wives, just like that."

Smiling nicely to the druidess, and eying her as a man might stare at attractive woman, murderous prince snapped his fingers. As if things he stated were done.

 

[Ferrix]

With a ripple, Sigrún returns to material form standing slightly off to the side, looking up at his creations. His cool gaze slips over the elf, with a huff of disdain, he speaks, "I don't believe those baubles are all rightly yours, my boy, it may be best to empty them back to the ground now that our esteemed guest has been so rudely ejected, despite how much I dislike githyanki, and sorted more appropriately," returned if need be. The Architect, eyes his constructs like misbehaved children, not that those trinkets would be of too much value I surmise, but, nonetheless, no reason not to, then smiles warmly.

"So, it seems negotiations haven't gone so well. I'm dreadfully sorry for my interruption of your proceedings," he remarks to Arion, "sometimes, action merits itself."

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Sindol of the Dusk, Blackstorm, Demon of Slaughter.

Elf only stared on the suddenly appearing psion with neutral face, his eyes hidden uder bloody red bandana. His face blank and nor revealing any emotions. Architect could clearly see that only gear piled near Sindol, in his sack to be correct, is stuff of one githyanki warrior. With the exception of silver sword, wich elven prince returned to Qu'var with the head and rest of elf's kill body.
I see, so these summoned things aren't of the half-dragon's making.

OOC: Sindol took only stuff from warrior slain by his arrows. He even left sacred sword for Qu'var. So githyanki would have onr reason less to seek revenge. And no, he will not share it. He's CE, for god's sake ! Bully or convice him, but in such case he will flee. Wit his loot.

 

[Wrahn]

Rahveon looks significantly at Sindol. Then back to Arion.

"We have a place to start."

Rahveon turns again to look at Sindol, "Welcome home Sindol. What is your purpose here."

 

[Ferrix]

OOC: My mistake, from what I got from Isida's description you had gathered all of it together. Oh well.

Sigrún steps over to look at a few of the items, mostly for aesthetic appeal rather than power, but nonetheless, his sharp eye examines them swiftly.

OOC: Psicraft check +50 for each of the items, identify basic properties DC 50 + caster level.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Sindol of the Dusk, Blackstorm, Demon of Slaughter.

Elven prince stared at the big "demon" who greeted him, and couldn't stop himself from mirthful laugh. Showing all perfectly white teeth, a bit too sharp for a typical elf. Even savage one.

"Och, my, my ... You are little deaf for the elephant, who tore out Your ears ... without them You look so unhandsome and demonic. I said before, I will restore Golden Empire and sire a heir to it, preferably a Empress. I couldn't care less for the rest of the world. Chmm, maybe these waterfalls ... I could also work forward to restoring these waterfalls or making new ones. In recent riots in Sigil I overheard of anihilation of the place. And that was a slight I couldn't leave. Happy now ? And who are You, if not a demonic thief of jovars."

His naturally arrogant tone demanded anserv.

OOC: Why Sindol bothered to move here ? Because of consequences of Arion's actions.

And Wrahn, don't take offense if I write sometimes that Sindol treat others like lackeys/underlings ... he have to respect someone, like his mum or Tsunami or strong women in general, to be polite.

Ferrix, heh of course Sindol wouldn't mind taking it all ... but dispaly of psionics by Su'ryuu, for he was blaming her also for Constructs, tempered his need a little. And I protested in OOC thread. And our Isida agreed.

 

[Wrahn]

"My name is Rahveon, I am sometimes called the Mountain Shaker."

"I heard your plan, but specifically, what is your purpose to come here? You seem quite confident in your ability to restore your Empire without allying yourself with the likes of us. Are you here just to see what remains or are you here gathering more information as to how to proceed, like us?"

Rahveon speaks cordially, but there is an underlying tone of disdain, as if he is attempting to subtly offend Sindol so that he will leave. Or attack.

OOC: Don't worry Rikandur, I understand, nothing said here is going to offend me. I hope that goes for everyone. These are characters of strong personalities, there are more than likely going to be disagreements. On a side note, I am assuming Sindol's Epic Reputation is a down right nasty one, which is why Rahveon is reacting so poorly to him.

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Sindol of the Dusk, Blackstorm, Demon of Slaughter.

"Confidient we are, aren't we ?"

Spoke elven prince with a shadow of mirth in his tone, while corner of his lips wandered upward almost unnoticeably. If You were to saw his eyes You may be sure that he is returning mockery for mockery ... but he have this famous bandana covering them. As You remember about this Blood War weteran, he once said ... that he doesn't need eyes to aim at fiends, their stench is strong enough to direct arrows. And as far as Rhaveon remembers, his overconfidience is well, based on his true abilities. He isn't just an elf with a bow ... he is as relentless as demonkind and as ruthless as devils. He values only his word, and is around as long as Golden Empire exists ... wich is longer than tribes can remember. And now their last member, Rhaveon. Lord of golden elves is extremly dangerous, that is the most common thing in stories about his exploits. And is last memeber of his race ... too.

Warrior's thoughts were disturbed by simple statements of the Blackstorm.

"I'll gather some women, to repopulate the place. Get wizards to safeguard it against the divine as much as possible. And slay the gods, as a warning to others. Who are You that You think I should ally with You ?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Fairweather looks at Sindol with disgust.*

"You're a fool. Don't you realize who everyone is? Everyone that survived was someone who bathed in the Endless Falls. Only the strongest survived. I think that's a sign that those of us that are left need to work together if we're going to survive. No wizard or priest who lives is going to be a match against three angry gods unless we defeat them one at a time. You speak of getting someone to safeguard the rest of our world as if it could be done! And slaying gods as a warning?! Are you insane? If we managed to kill them, it will be purely out of survival, and all of us may not survive! We either work together to gather the essences that may repair our world, as well as doing what we can to keep the angry gods at bay, or we abandon the Endless Falls and hope they don't seek us out later," Fairweather says in a rage.