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[GG] A game of Gods IC (Introduction)

"It is unlike my kind to be in full sight, but for this occasion I'll make an exception. I serve the Lord of Shadows, but I'll have to name Him with his more used name, Mask. Otherwise you more mussle than brain creatures might not recognise the Lord whom I serve."
 

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IC: "Tis a typical assumption that you elves give my people that we are more might rather than thought. Deadly assumption i may add for those who underestimate me and mine end up on the losing end of stake."

with this he begins to peel the skin off an apple with a talon and lean back in the chair.

"Tell me more about Mask underworlder? Does he stalk and prowl the night like a theif stealing from helpless people? Does he smite mightily in battle or does he stalk like a coward in the rear and let those with power and strength do the work while he huddles like a wee babe praying for shelter."

He cuts the apple with a flick of his wrist and slices it with his claw.

"I know very little of the gods save a few that come in and try to proclaim their worth to my people. I find a few holy trinkets but the wise shamans proclaim them as heretical and unworthy and unlike the great Tiamat with whom they worship."
 

"Well, well, Yalla 'bringer of peace', servant of The Lord of Shadows...I hope that our relationship will be as good as the one between the ones we serve. But I thought that serving Mask would've taught you the difference between a friend and an ally? Alliances are a logical matter, friendship, however, is earned."

"I would ask you, though, not to call me a 'more muscle than brain creature' It is totally unappropriate."

"And as Tzzach suggested, the lamb is quite tasty."

Drakon then takes another slice of lamb, fills his glass once more and continues eating.

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"Drakon, as you might have guessed, my remark wasn't targetted at you. You seem quite more intelligent than I am, so no, I do not see the reason to insult you in that way. For the lamb, I trust both in your judgement."

Yalla picks up a knife, spins it around playfully and slices a piece of meat off. She pours some of the bloodred wine in her glass and zips it.

"Tasty, I must say. You are right, Drakon, my Lord has tought me a lot, especially about friends and allies. Insulting is not the most stylish way to start off a possible friendship. May I ask in which Lord your believes are? I know nothing of you all, so I'd like if the rest of the people could at least state their names or such, it makes communication a lot easier."

She cuts a piece of the lamb and puts it in her mouth.

"Indeed, very nice. Is there any sort of entertainment or are we brought here to bore ourselves to death?"
 

OOC: Allright, I'll bring some entertainment!!

IC: HAH, THEY WANT ENTERTAINMENT, LET'S GET THEM ENTERTAINMENT

LET'S KEEP IT PEACEFUL

In the middle of the table words appear


As destructive as life,
As healing as death;
An institutioner of strife,
Just as prone to bless.
It is all that is good,
Yet with an evil trend;
As it was the beginning of things,
It can also be the end.


A test of intelligence, to make things interresting.


OOC: if you allready know the answer because you have read it before, do not give the answer, if you think you know the answer, say that you do in character and mail me the answer at gijsvanbilsen@hotmail.com
 

IC: "What kind of gods cursed entertainment is this? A riddle? A blasted, trecherous riddle? Who's voice is this! Who is speaking! Who are YOU! ANSWER ME!"

With that the lizard creature stands up and bangs his fist on the table.

"Our hosts want to wile away our time with silly word games! There is much to be done and much to do and yet they waste my energy with words when there must be an enemy to bring to it's knees! BAH!"



OOC: Not frustrated, just playing my PC. He don't like riddles..
 

"Oh, a bit vicious, are we? I guess you, Tzzach, are not the only one with long toes" Drakon says lighthearted, and he smiles friendly.

"I serve Bane, Yalla. He and Mask seem to get along at certain times... And I hope that we too get along."

And while looking at the rhyme, Drakon says: "Ah well, a nice rhyme. Yes, I can imagine how a youngster would call this entertainment, however, I have grown a bit beyond that point."

[I thought 'explosion', which was not far off...I don't really agree with the answers though (looked it up :), but how the hell am I to RP 26 Int? )
 

"Ah, Bane. He and my Lord have indeed known to get along quite nicely. I won't mind partying with you, Drakon. You seem a worthwhile ally, maybe even a friend."

With that statement, Yalla also turns to the riddle.

"It's very unclear what the solution is, but I would say something like "The Sun". As everything started with it, but it could also end everything, it seems a logical answer. And I have to agree with Drakon again, this isn't the entertainment I was hoping for. I'd rather listen to some good music or such. Are there any bards in the room?"
 

IC:"Bah I wish their were elfwoman for I too gather that the Sun would be a fitting answer, perhaps fire? Who knows! Cursed be all this riddles and games betwixing our minds. We need soothing entertainment, perhaps a combat or an illusion to befit our eyes of things to come! Perhaps there is a cleric amongst our companions who can divine from thine diety for the reason i am here!"


He snorts loudly

"The quest may be entertaining to some but mine stamina to guess riddles and eat good food can only last so far. What i would not give for some real entertainment!"

with that he takes his axe and cleaves the head of a pig that was sitting on the table off with one blow!

"What can a voice do to me! I am Tzzarch! Overking and Commander of the Scaled Claws!!" he roars



OOC: heh, tim hates me today...
 

"ENOUGH OF THIS!" Drakon reaches within he robes and slams (crafeful not to break it though) a moderately valuable diamond on the table. "Your soul. In there. If you do not behave. Got it?"

While turning to Yalla: "Well, at least you seem more civilized. However, I do not think this is really a party. More a 'last meal' kind of thing..."
 
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