Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 2 - Illusions)

[Ferrix]

Rix grits his teeth against the thought of the troll and the mindless kobolds, be reborn into the great mines, the treachery of your own kind against you will show them the greatest of wraths.

To the lizardmen in draconic, "give us a moment."

Rix turns back towards the kobold and Dartis who is tugging him along. "Hold him tight."

[sblock=draconic]"What is your name and your tribe?" he asks calmly.[/sblock]

 

[Land Outcast]

Leading the way through the swamplands until they met the pair, the half orc doesn't bother to rest, trying to put as much distance as possible between the kobolds and them.

Alexander imitates the Troglodytes' gesture: "Well met, hunters"

Then he turns to the others while Rix questions the kobold: "we have enough, we can return" His words are dry and matter-o-factly. So that I can finally meet the defilers! "there are greater missions ahead" We can't keep being pest control for gnomes...

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The troglodytes welcome Alexander with a respectful nod as Rix interrogates the prisoner.

Rix
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"My name is Sylesreastris of the DragonEye clan. What do you want, cousin who is slave to these big ones?"
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OOC: This portion of the chapter is over. XP is 500 for each, plus 50-100 extra for RPing. Kel is a little behind since he's been busy the last couple of weeks. Results are as follows...

Rix: 600 XP
Alexander: 600 XP
Dartis: 600 XP
Silas: 600 XP
Kel: 550 XP

Any roleplay from this post will be considered for bonuses in the next portion of the adventure.

 

[Ferrix]

[sblock=DM]"Who do you think leads the big ones around by their noses?" Vaerixsjach smirks, "I think Kurtulmak will have a nice place for you in the weasel den once I've finished with you. Who leads your pathetic excuse for a scaled clan?"

*kobolds believe in reincarnation; those who die betraying their kin come back as weasel pups.[/sblock]

 

[Land Outcast]

Alexander is waiting quietly as the two scaled ones exchange words...

In between he asks the troglodytes if anything strange has happened of late in the sorroundings, something like the dead rising or other weird occurences... who knows, their tain migh have reached this place

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The troglodyte nods at Alexander. "Many kobolds pass around swamp to north. Carried many spears. Were too many to hunt. That strange."

Suddenly, the kobold in custody spits on Rix's feet and begins to talk angrily in another language.

Rix
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"You consort with these things and you consider me a betrayer," Sylesreastris asks and then spits on your feet. "Our leader, Kazsinastrayas, has told us about you. The cousin who walks with the tall ones. Tell me, is it true cousin, how you side with the gnomes against my own DragonEye tribe? And you say you lead this band? Such a betrayal cuts even more deeply. You consider the DragonEyes to be traitors of the faith, but we simply found a way to unite our warring groups. Seperate we were weak. And then when we had captured our enemies we united them in our cause and were stronger for it until you showed. Have you forgotten all your ways, cousin? Have you forgotten that the world goes to the quick and to the cunning? You smell like a human and you talk like one. I condemn you to our lord's justice, betrayer. I will become an dragon egg. Perhaps in the next life some human god may take pity on you and make you a halfling."
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[Ferrix]

[sblock=Draconic]"So, weasel, I think I'll call you weasel. Fitting isn't it. As for me, I side with no one, I have endured where one such as you would die groveling like the dog you are. About the gnomes, I would be happy to see the gnomes wiped out. I'm surprised they have withstood this long. Their defenses are paltry, yet your so-called unity cannot do what I will do myself. You believe you have a unity, what you have is an empty shell ready to crack. Perhaps your pathetic leader failed to study the basics of a proper mine, perhaps he is just a fool. It matters not."

Vaerixsjach draws his dagger, testing the point with the tip of a finger. "Sharp isn't it. I guess you know very little of our own faith, as you failed to recognize one of the chosen. A weasel like yourself would not recognize a dragonwrought." He smirks.

"It would please you that I sent you to your next life? That you had the chance to be reborn, but I don't think that would be fitting punishment just yet. I think you'll live a long and pathetic life. As a slave, like the mindlessness you have inflicted upon my kin, for they are no longer yours, that will be your calling till the end of your days. However, I would not see it fit to let you live with the pleasure of thinking yourself worthy of the heritage of a dragon."[/sblock]

Rix draws his dagger, testing the point with the tip of his finger. Smirking he is talking coldly with an utter surety over the captured ones insolence.

"We will sell this one to you, make sure that he lives a long and pathetic life. However, first he will be marked. Dartis, hold him tight. Someone, get me a lit torch."

 

[GlassEye]

Silas listens to Rix with a scowl upon his face. He doesn't understand what is being said but he understands the tone and he doesn't like it though he hopes it will get them the information that they need. When Rix switches to common he frowns. "I will not condone selling this creature into slavery. Despite its crimes, we do not have the right to enslave it, nor to torture it." Silas glances to Dartis, Alexander, and Kel hoping to receive some support from them.

"What did it say about those who've organized the kobolds and used this vile method of control?"

 

[Land Outcast]

Alexander takes out his scimitar and rests it on his other arm, looking intently at the kobold, without averting his gaze from him he asks "Yes, what did he say about the crystals?"

 

[Fenris]

Dartis tightens his grip on the kobold but takes a step back from Rix.

"Silas is quite correct here. Dorinthians do not condone slavery and are not slavers as are the our enemies. And torture will never be tolerated in my presence, ever. I would sooner set this thing free than allow you to mercilessly carve him up. Nor will we relinquish him to the dwellers of this swamp to slave away for a few weeks to only be eaten later.

This will not occur. Dorinthia may be lost or nearly so, but it's ideals are not." says Dartis fiercely.