Magic Kingdom For Sale* (*Some Assembly Required)

[Thanee]

Allyra

A gentle smile forming on Allyra's lips indicates, that she seems pleased with how the negotiations have turned out. While the part, that this is actually now their land did not really get mentioned for obvious reasons, the gnolls hopefully would not become a problem anytime soon and The Hex could deal with the other inhabitants of their land unhindered. She expexted that those would require less peaceful methods, but only time would tell.

 

[Emperor Valerian]

"Your tribe is strong... let us see who Kord will favor this day! Send forth a powerful warrior from your tribe to test my strength!"

*Drakkon will proceed to get out of his armor and unbuckle his weapons, grinning the whole time.*

"Bring forth your champion!" Drakkon will rumble happily. "A contest of wrestling is in order!"

[Drakkon's Strength is a 14, and his grapple would be a +12]

 

[Ferrix]

Trekt will sigh in at least a moment of relief, for now they are unchallenged however he would much prefer be digging up some ruins than negotiating with gnolls.

 

[Nac Mac Feegle]

*Shal watches closely, happy that there was no fighting and observing the shaman with special care.*

This one will oppose me. But if he rules by wonder of miracles, then he'll have a shock coming from me.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The gnoll tribe starts to make a large circle, with the shamen directly opposite the party. On the ground, Eats Stomaches gives a howl as Drakkon steps forward into a wrestling stance. Grounding himself, the gnoll opens his slavering jaws and allows his claws to show before pouncing on Drakkon.*

*Drakkon ducks under the gnoll and uses his shoulder to throw him behind. Landing lightly, Eats Stomaches slashes with his claws, which Drakkon leaps back to avoid. Charging, Drakkon tackles the gnoll and slaps him to the ground. Eats Stomaches binds to him, his claws opening up shallow wounds on Drakkon's back, as the gnoll champion clamps his teeth on Drakkon's shoulder. With a might bellow, Drakkon tears himself free and prepares to lunge in again.*

*The gnolls scream and howl as blood is drawn, and bloodlust clouds the face of more than one gnoll. However, the shamen with the white handprint on his headdress steps forward and thumps his staff on the ground. Eats Stomaches backs up and crouches next to him, and talks to him briefly for a moment.*

"Your blood is strong, Thin Skin," Eats Stomaches says, his jaws wet with Drakkon's blood.

"Go now, you've proved yourself," the shaman commands, indicating the path with a wave of his hand as the rest of the gnolls start fading into the underbrush.

 

[Xael]

*Rezomael watches as the situation turns into somewhat peaceful, and is rather pleased as the gnolls leave.* "That went far better that I expected."*, he says.* "Drakkon, are you alright?"

OOC: Duhh, I think Rezomael has been wathing stuff too much. Need to do something more innovative...

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

*Phaeder looks slightly taken aback by the ferocity of the match but Anshul merely grins ferally.* "What, you were expecting something more civilized?" he asks, smirking.

"No.... I suppose not," *Phaeder replies ruefully after a moment's thought. He watches the gnolls melt back into the underbrush and permits himself a small sigh, relieved that it is over. For now.*

*After congratulating Drakkon on his bout with Eats Stomaches, Phaeder gives orders to his followers to break camp for the evening, and to remain on alert despite the remarkably peaceful (for gnolls) encounter. A little caution never hurt anyone. Then he finds an empty spot on the ground to flop down on, trying not to think much of anything at all.*

 

[Emperor Valerian]

"Well fought, Eats Stomachs! While fate may have given me victory, it was a very close affair. Kord has clearly blessed you and your people. May his blessings continue to flow in your veins, and your children grow to be as strong as you!"

*Drakkon will give a hearty laugh at the name, "Thin Skin," and will give a rough bow to his followers, who probably hooted and hollered a much as the gnolls during the match.*

*Drakkon will purposefully wait until later, when the column is out of the sight of the gnolls to heal himself of the slight wounds, and then only trying to make sure there will not be an infection. Plenty of scars dot his body, and he will try to carry these (should they scar up) with pride as well. After all, the strength of Kord requires carrying ones wounds sometimes as much as inflicting wounds on others.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Well fought, Eats Stomachs! While fate may have given me victory, it was a very close affair. Kord has clearly blessed you and your people. May his blessings continue to flow in your veins, and your children grow to be as strong as you!"

*Drakkon will give a hearty laugh at the name, "Thin Skin," and will give a rough bow to his followers, who probably hooted and hollered a much as the gnolls during the match.*

*Drakkon will purposefully wait until later, when the column is out of the sight of the gnolls to heal himself of the slight wounds, and then only trying to make sure there will not be an infection. Plenty of scars dot his body, and he will try to carry these (should they scar up) with pride as well. After all, the strength of Kord requires carrying ones wounds sometimes as much as inflicting wounds on others.*

*Eats Stomaches gives a peculiar laughing howl at Drakkon's words, and the other gnolls echo his sounds. Drakkon can heal his wounds easily, Eats Stomaches bite was not deep.*

*The exploratory party presses on deep in the woods. The reports of gnolls become far less frequent, though occasionally your hunters will trade beads and baubles for food from the tribe, as they don't have as much time to hunt on the move.*

*It's another few days into your journey when one of the scouts comes back frantically with a report of some ruins just a bit to the north.*

"Old keep it looks like, with a cellar. There's an apple orchard out back, and at least one well. I don't know the make, it's not thick enough to be dwarven, not pretty enough to be elven, not short enough for gnomes or dwarves, too well made for orcs or gnolls. It's human sized, but it's just built strangely," he reports.

 

[Thanee]

Allyra

“Well done! That will give us time to deal with the remaining obstacles and to not divert our attention too much,” Allyra has said to Drakkon, once the trek was out of reach of the gnolls.

Later, when the scout comes back, talking about those strange ruins.

“Now this sounds interesting. We should definitely have a look, what we might have found there. Could be trouble, or maybe not. Hope we will find out soon.”