Mark of the Wyrm

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

Grogan snarls "Formal!!... Marks!!!" under his breath as he looks to the new Lord, the little dragon and the assorted companions he has found himself with.

"Let the little dragon be. Lord deems it worthy of further interr... inspection." He looks to Garren for confirmation. "All shall be had in its time. The Ebon Jaguar in its many tales found many an ally in strange forms. This may be our peacock." He furls his lips into a teeth baring snarl as he looks to the inspection ready troops accompanying the Lord.

"Lets get this 'formal' thing over with can we."

 

[Redclaw]

Garren shrugs his shoulders. If Aschernon is willing to trust it, why should I care. I just didn't want to save him from the halfling only to have him killed by something else.
He lowers his bow and replaces his arrow in the quiver. He also quickly rubs his arm on his right shoulder, as if checking to make sure his shirt is still covering something.

[sblock=ooc] I'm not a huge fan of player-player standoffs, either, but I also try hard to stay true to what I feel my characters would do, and a flying kobold, or a red dragon wyrmling, showing up in town doesn't seem like the kind of thing a good-aligned ranger would watch passively. [/sblock]

 

[Bloodcookie]

Ashchenon raises an eyebrow. "But familiars don't talk, do they?" He looks at his Captain, who simply shrugs. "It's that mark that I'd like to talk about. But not here." He looks up at the rooftop. "I believe you're invited too... ah... what do I call you?"

Oh, thank you Deneir. Realizing that the town's one legitimate authority figure may be wrapped up in the same search for answers as himself, and eager to cement an alliance before his more... contentious... new associates complicate things, Carfal approaches Ashchenon, and bows deeply. Rising, he says, "My good lord, allow me to extend the cooperation of the Church of Deneir of neighboring Sembia in addressing this matter of our mutual interest."

 

[Tharune]

The maroon dragon looks away from the steadfast archer to this new, friendlier seeming human speaker. Kosj looks for signs that the man's invitation is some sort of deception or lure into an ambush (Sense Motive +3). Seeing no reason not to offer the man some sort of name, Kosj answers: "Vorastrix. And who might you be?"

Ashchenon opens his mouth. "I am-"

As far as Vorastrix can tell, the man looks honest, young, and possibly gullible.

Kevin sighs, rubbing his temple and looking to Lord Aschenon, he shrugs, his own mark plainly visible on his uncovered bicep "Mark? Hmm, I've noticed a lot of people seem to be paying attention to these things lately.." He glances up at the dragon again "OH come down, Lizard-man, the lord of the city has invited you to a meeting, if anyone attacks you now, they'll be answering to Lord Aschenon as WELL as my own blade."

Vorastrix snakes its head around to regard another broad shouldered human warrior amongst the crowd below as he answers the dragon's question. Then it spots it: that same eldritch mark as the half-orc's, but this one on the warrior's arm and even easier to distinguish. Looking back to the mounted human in his finery, the odd situation that the dragon had stumbled into finally began to make sense at last. "Lord Aschenon? You're Lord of this town? And the halfling shot at you... Ah. So this was a thwarted political assassination attempt. I see now..."

As interesting as this newest revelation is, Vorastrix can't help but have its attention drawn back to the mark on the human warrior's arm. Along with the half-orc's and the dragon's own marks, it appeared that there were now three disparate individuals who carried the Mark of the Wyrm Llorranos Fyr in close proximity. The reason why yet remained damnably elusive. But this Lord seemed to know something of the matter...

Grogan snarls "Formal!!... Marks!!!" under his breath as he looks to the new Lord, the little dragon and the assorted companions he has found himself with.

"Let the little dragon be. Lord deems it worthy of further interr... inspection." He looks to Garren for confirmation. "All shall be had in its time. The Ebon Jaguar in its many tales found many an ally in strange forms. This may be our peacock." He furls his lips into a teeth baring snarl as he looks to the inspection ready troops accompanying the Lord.

"Lets get this 'formal' thing over with can we."

"That will be tonight... just present yourselves at the castle," the young lord says.

Garren shrugs his shoulders. If Aschernon is willing to trust it, why should I care. I just didn't want to save him from the halfling only to have him killed by something else.
He lowers his bow and replaces his arrow in the quiver. He also quickly rubs his arm on his right shoulder, as if checking to make sure his shirt is still covering something.

Oh, thank you Deneir. Realizing that the town's one legitimate authority figure may be wrapped up in the same search for answers as himself, and eager to cement an alliance before his more... contentious... new associates complicate things, Carfal approaches Ashchenon, and bows deeply. Rising, he says, "My good lord, allow me to extend the cooperation of the Church of Deneir of neighboring Sembia in addressing this matter of our mutual interest."

The presence of a tiny dragon doesn't faze Ashchenon, but this statement does. At
least, he blinks in suprise. "Thank you," he says. "I look forward to that
cooperation. Well," he continues to everyone, "I think that's enough excitement
for today. These two will face my inquisitor. And justice will be meted out to those
responsible."

 

[Neurotic]

Logan

Thank You for Your invitation, Lord. I'll be there.

 

[Jemal]

Kevin nods "We shall see you then, Lord Ashchenon" He then heads after Grogan "What does this.. 'formal' dinner mean and why does it upset you?"

 

[Neurotic]

Logan questions

Scribe, could I have a moment with you? It's about that mark.

Supposing that he will go along at least for sentence or two, Logan continues:
As I said before, my name is Logan Glanderho and I'm one of Dumathoin's talhund . I came to the surface specificaly to look for the individuals with this mark as it is part of my destiny too.

Can you spare some time for us to compare what we know about it?

 

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

Grogan grimaces to Kevin and says "Do you ever remember me going to any of the stuffed shirt, over importance filled, galas full of people who despise those who do the dirty work that it takes to keep the Dales safe. They need us and are greatfull while at the same time they despise and disdain us. Oh, and worse than all of that is you have to dress in new clothes and you have to worry about offending their sensibilities." as a nice line or drool slides down his chin from around the tooth that juts out of his mouth, and it slides down and onto his breastplate leaving a nice wet trail marking its passage. This is probably the most uncomfortable you have ever seen him in all of the years you have known him - through war and savagery he faced all with welcome arms and a ready blade and shield.

 

[Ambrus]

Seeing that the threatening archer has finally relaxed his threatening posture, Vorastrix relaxes somewhat itself. It seemed the tense standoff was essentially over and the culprits securely restrained. Already, the various people involved were turning to one another or the newly identified lord to discuss various matters more quietly amongst themselves.

Straining to hear snippets of conversation over forty feet below, the drakeling hops up onto the edge of the roof while snaking its neck back and forth, tasting the air with its tongue. Feeling the wind with its wings, the maroon dragon calmly launches itself off the parapet and begins circling down to land twenty feet above the street on an unoccupied window sill of the same building.Yet uncertain how's it's come to earn a place at an official function, Vorastrix remains pleased and intrigued by the young lord's odd invitation.

These two will face my inquisitor. And justice will be meted out to those responsible."

Eager to be seen to be helping in some way, Vorastrix pulls the halfling's broken bolt from the cylindrical leather case between its wings and, along with the discarded vial clutched in its claw, releases the objects so that they float suspended in the air before it by means of its magic. "Your Lordship, the halfling dropped these behind on the roof before he fell. Perhaps your inquisitor would like to ask him about them?" The goggled drakeling directs the objects to slowly float through the air towards the mounted lord.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Scribe, could I have a moment with you? It's about that mark.

Supposing that he will go along at least for sentence or two, Logan continues:
As I said before, my name is Logan Glanderho and I'm one of Dumathoin's talhund . I came to the surface specificaly to look for the individuals with this mark as it is part of my destiny too.

Can you spare some time for us to compare what we know about it?

Carfal does his best to conceal his surprise at yet another party drawn here by the mark, and nods. "Certainly. If the Keeper of Secrets Under the Mountain has taken notice of this particular secret stirring upon the surface, then we curious mortals are in good company indeed," he says with a congenial smile. Not yet certain that he should reveal his own mark, he goes on, "as for what my own research has gleaned..."

OOC: Carfal will share whatever a [knowledge(history or religion) +6] check provides