Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Silagord ignores the war of words in the other room. He moves to rush by Akos, Breva, and Vinny and get to his cat familiar. He moves recklessly and doesn't seem to care if anyone lashes out at him.
Maybe that was Falen's plan.
Thare hisses once at Mutt and then scrambles towards her master. Silagord scoops up the cat with a sigh of relief. He looks at Tuck and nods his head. "Thank you for not hurting her. This whole mess was such a bad idea for us to get involved in just for a few extra coins for my family." He looks at Mutt with less understanding. "I'm glad your dog actually listened to you. I'd hate to lose Thare." He holds the cat close and pats her on the head to try to calm her down. Tuck can see that the cat is still shaking.
The other two ex-guards are prepared to rush Custodio and Vinccenzo. But they balk at the last second.
Lowenan hesitates. He puts up his hand and the two guards relax. "It seems I am the true hothead here," he replies. "Not Mr. Vecchi." He sighs and shakes his head. "I've become so use to betrayal that I now betray myself." The ex-commander leans against the table. "I apologize for my stupidity."
The mimic gnashes its teeth in frustration.
"Oh stop it!" Lowenan orders the mimic. "I said we'll feed you later!"
There is only silence from the other side of the portal.
"Musummaar!"
"I can hear you," the gnome says. "No need to shout."
"Stop the sequence, please."
"Why would I want to do that?" The gnome laughs.
"What?" Arnona says is shock.
"Phelix will have your head, you damn gnome!" the ex-commander yells.
"Pleeease... you think you're the first 'apprentice' of his to think they are above me," Musummaar says as the other side of the portal nears the alien creature from the Far Realm. "Master Phelix relies on my extensive knowledge more than your pitiful skills. You've given me an opening to get rid of you and blame it all on a bunch of adventurers that have become a thorn in the master's plans. And... it is so obvious that they are playing you for a fool."
He laughs again. "Maybe you might survive the pseudonatural with their help, if they help, but not it, the mimic, and my other little surprise, I think," the gnome says slyly. "Why do you think I had the mimic placed there in the first place." He pauses. "Mimic, kill him and eat your fill. Support the fire demon but don't get in it or the other one's way."
The mimic hisses and gnashes its teeth. It makes a sound that could be laughter but it sounds like old wood being torn apart.
"Oh no," Arnona says.
"MUSUMMAAR!"
"I have to go now," the gnome says casually. "Research to do... test subjects to transform into new, beautiful forms. Good luck, Lowenan. You're going to need it."
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
The gnome does not answer. The alien being from the Far Realm begins to breech the edge of the portal.
"By The Twelve," one of the ex-guards exclaims. "He was planning to send it through no matter what was decided here."
"He- he was waiting..." Arnona says looking towards Tim and the others. "To send it to kill us after you left."
The Deaf-Mute Knight looks wide-eyed at the portal. He was not expecting the creature to come through at all. He signs frantically towards Lowenan. His gestures are done with anger, confusion.
"I- I didn't see it coming," Lowenan says. He looks towards Akos, gravely concerned. "Truce, for their sake and the knight's if not my own?" He motions to the ex-guards and the DMK.
"Please?" Lady Arnona begs Tim. "We will not stand a chance without your help!"
|
As Lowenan loses his cool and proves he actually hoped for combat, just was under orders - Akos considers his options. While they probably could win here, it would be a hard fight. And with the demon incoming, with mimic in the room, it could quickly become deadly. And he himself could risk calming emotions here...but who knows if that wouldn't disable his group? In the end, he concludes he needs to stop this in its tracks.
Drawing upon supernatural charm of his fey patron he strikes his staff into the stone tiles.
"No! Stop this! This has nothing to do with honor or the lack thereof, just two animals going after their natures. Tuck! Control your dog! Tim, don't kill anyone!
Vinccenzo enters the room and takes up a position net to Tim on the other side opposite of Custodio. He works with Akos to try to keep the ex-guards from attacking. The situation was escalating quickly until Falen entered the room and spoke... Vinny doesn't have a clue what language the half-hobgoblin just used, but the uncertainty has confused the ex-guards if not their leader.Vinccenzo, who has been wanting to resolve this meeting of this day without blood puts up his off hand and lowers his sword point. he even positions himself to come between the two sides if need be.
Maybe that was Falen's plan.
Silagord moves through the open door and into the barracks just in time to hear Tuck order Mutt to stop. He watches as Mutt stops advancing on Thare. The big dog looks back at Tuck with a disappointed look. He sees Silagord and growls at the young wizard."Stop!" Tuck orders Mutt to quit assaulting the cat.
"You were supposed to chase it off, not catch it," he mutters warily, coming forward to hold the dog by its fur. Not that the little kobold stands any chance of holding back the large canine, but hopefully his touch will calm the animal.
Thare hisses once at Mutt and then scrambles towards her master. Silagord scoops up the cat with a sigh of relief. He looks at Tuck and nods his head. "Thank you for not hurting her. This whole mess was such a bad idea for us to get involved in just for a few extra coins for my family." He looks at Mutt with less understanding. "I'm glad your dog actually listened to you. I'd hate to lose Thare." He holds the cat close and pats her on the head to try to calm her down. Tuck can see that the cat is still shaking.
|
"You see," Lady Arnona tries to help Akos clam down the situation. "It wasn't subterfuge on their part. It was an accident. Please stop this before you get us all killed."Neurotic said:Lowenan, you gave your word we can leave and the dog attacking the cat is not a provocation, but an accident. You knew Tuck and Mutt are here somewhere and we didn't know about the cat! Stop your men, there is no treachery from our side. Don't force Arnona and Silagord's decision."
He motions quickly toward the knight guarding the genie, but his motions are semi-invisible behind Tims bulk and Rizvan.
Lady Arnona turns to look at Akos. "I'm a soldier, Loremaster, not a wizard or a sorcerer," she replies. "And Silagord already gave up his spell components to the Sectarian, so he can't attack you with his spells." She pauses. "It sounds like he and the kobold are working it out." She turns back to her commander. "Lowenan, tell them to stop."Neurotic said:"Arnona, Silagord, don't attack or cast! Custodio, Breva, Vincenco, everyone! don't attack them if they don't attack first. We're not the enemies here. Lowenan, peace! Your master needs time and a message passed to The Five.
The other two ex-guards are prepared to rush Custodio and Vinccenzo. But they balk at the last second.
Lowenan hesitates. He puts up his hand and the two guards relax. "It seems I am the true hothead here," he replies. "Not Mr. Vecchi." He sighs and shakes his head. "I've become so use to betrayal that I now betray myself." The ex-commander leans against the table. "I apologize for my stupidity."
The mimic gnashes its teeth in frustration.
"Oh stop it!" Lowenan orders the mimic. "I said we'll feed you later!"
"Quite right," Lowenan adds. "Musummaar, stop the sequence! It was a mistake! My mistake! I will accept any punishments Phelix wishes to claim for this mess."Neurotic said:And Musummaar, you don't have to send that demon. Doing so is an irrevocable act of aggression against Bluffside. You just said it is not something Phoenix would want."
There is only silence from the other side of the portal.
"Musummaar!"
"I can hear you," the gnome says. "No need to shout."
"Stop the sequence, please."
"Why would I want to do that?" The gnome laughs.
"What?" Arnona says is shock.
"Phelix will have your head, you damn gnome!" the ex-commander yells.
"Pleeease... you think you're the first 'apprentice' of his to think they are above me," Musummaar says as the other side of the portal nears the alien creature from the Far Realm. "Master Phelix relies on my extensive knowledge more than your pitiful skills. You've given me an opening to get rid of you and blame it all on a bunch of adventurers that have become a thorn in the master's plans. And... it is so obvious that they are playing you for a fool."
He laughs again. "Maybe you might survive the pseudonatural with their help, if they help, but not it, the mimic, and my other little surprise, I think," the gnome says slyly. "Why do you think I had the mimic placed there in the first place." He pauses. "Mimic, kill him and eat your fill. Support the fire demon but don't get in it or the other one's way."
The mimic hisses and gnashes its teeth. It makes a sound that could be laughter but it sounds like old wood being torn apart.
"Oh no," Arnona says.
"MUSUMMAAR!"
"I have to go now," the gnome says casually. "Research to do... test subjects to transform into new, beautiful forms. Good luck, Lowenan. You're going to need it."
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
The gnome does not answer. The alien being from the Far Realm begins to breech the edge of the portal.
"By The Twelve," one of the ex-guards exclaims. "He was planning to send it through no matter what was decided here."
"He- he was waiting..." Arnona says looking towards Tim and the others. "To send it to kill us after you left."
The Deaf-Mute Knight looks wide-eyed at the portal. He was not expecting the creature to come through at all. He signs frantically towards Lowenan. His gestures are done with anger, confusion.
"I- I didn't see it coming," Lowenan says. He looks towards Akos, gravely concerned. "Truce, for their sake and the knight's if not my own?" He motions to the ex-guards and the DMK.
"Please?" Lady Arnona begs Tim. "We will not stand a chance without your help!"
|