Mark of the Wyrm

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

"Friend?" Grogan exclaims. "It's a dragon. How many friendly dragons have you heard about or met there Loggall? They all go rampaging about burning villages and eating damsels, hording treasure and... and... and... slithering about with their forked tongues lashing out in the air." The barbarian shivers a little bit at the thought.

 

[Tharune]

>Carfal brushes the thoroughfare's dust from his robe as he stands and takes in the scene as the chaos winds down. Noting the assassin's condition as Logan drags him forward, Carfal moves to meet him. "Here, I'd best stop that bleeding if we want to get any words out of him later." Placing a palm to the halfling's forehead, he once again sublimates one of his mystic boons into a tiny quantum of restorative energy.

>[OOC: converting Light into Cure Minor Wounds]

>Not turning his attention from the unfinished business at hand the barbarian grunts in response to the Lord and then snarls at the mention of 'formal'.

>Grogan growls "Best bind em priest." as he makes a quick look to the manacles that he carries with him.

>His great hands still maintain his blade level to the little draconic figure above. "What say you reptile?"

>Since halfling is critical Logan pours enough healing into him to keep him alive then drags him out (OOC: converts resistance to healing).

>Realising there is still some trouble, he looks up and observes the dragon for several seconds. Deciding he is not an iminent threat he drops halfling by the woman and continues with bandaging (Heal +3).

"He had this on." Logan shows halflings mask. "He is one of The Dancers. Does anyone know something more about them?"

Carfal and Logan are both successful; the bleeding stops, the arm repairs itself, and the halfling seems to be breathing normally again. He's still unconscious.

>The small maroon dragon quickly gathers up the discarded items on the roof, deftly tucking the quarrels and short sword into the cylindrical leather case between his wings; the vial he keeps in claw. Hearing the voices of the half-orc and some other male calling out to it, Vorastrix pads over to the edge of the roof to investigate. Snaking its sinuous neck over the edge, Vorastrix peers down with its dark-goggled head at the assembly below. A human had an arrow trained on the dragon's position and the boisterous half-orc was hefting some kind wooden door defensively while demanding a response of some sort. The maroon dragon cocks its saurian head back and forth curiously while examining the pair, wondering if they posed enough of a threat that the drakeling should flee or not. The puzzling battle certainly seemed to have riled them up.

>Briefly tasting the air with its tongue, Vorastrix tries addressing the brutes in Chodathan. "I've only just arrived here. Your parade and battle caught my attention. I don't know what you're all fighting about, and don't care to involve myself in it. Sorry. I'm just passing through." Then, as the half-orc shifts the heavy door he's holding up, Vorastrix spots it: the mark of the wyrm Llorranos Fyr on the brute's exposed shoulder. Uncertain that it's seeing what it believes it's seeing, the small maroon dragon reaches up and deftly pulls its goggles up onto the top of its head and peers down intently at the half-orc with its burning amber eyes.

>OOC: Is the sword hilt just a hilt or is there an intact blade attached to it?

It's a full blade, just wasn't completely visible from the original angle. Vorastrix is holding a magic kukiri.

>"Guess what reptile, you've just got yer self involved now, so get down here so we can question you properly."

>Noticing the little dragon scrutinizing him makes Grogan a little uncomfortable. Small dragon or not, it is still a dragon of sorts and its looking at him intently. The half orc says gruffly "What are you looking at stretchy neck?" while narrowing his eyes.

>Please, Grogan, calm down. Our little friend up there didn't do anything untoward. And Garen, it's not polite to point weapons, even if one looks so different from you, if you are not threatened.

>Logan steps toward the dragon, hands spread in placating gesture.

>Would you please come down so we don't crane our poor necks so, good sir, we don't have the flexibility you are aptly demonstrating. I give you my word you will come to no harm as long as you don't try to attack us.

>"Friend?" Grogan exclaims. "It's a dragon. How many friendly dragons have you heard about or met there Loggall? They all go rampaging about burning villages and eating damsels, hording treasure and... and... and... slithering about with their forked tongues lashing out in the air." The barbarian shivers a little bit at the thought.

[OOC: and carry on...]

 

[FreeXenon]

[OOC: Tharune, could you blockquote the quoted text (or something like that) that you use in your posts so that it will be easier for us to find the pertinent info that you add in. Pretty please? ]

 

[Tharune]

[OOC: Tharune, could you blockquote the quoted text (or something like that) that you use in your posts so that it will be easier for us to find the pertinent info that you add in. Pretty please? ]

OOC: No problem. Sorry!

 

[FreeXenon]

[OOC: Beautiful - Thanks! ]

 

[Ambrus]

The small maroon dragon listens to the armed brute passionately describe his disdain for all of dragonkind. Vorastrix likewise remains aware that the archer has kept an arrow trained on it. Blinking, the dragon rights its head and pulls the dark-lensed goggles back down over its eyes and then peers back down to the dwarf with the elaborate beard. "If it's all the same, I think it'd be better if I just stay up here for the time being. Terribly sorry."

Not particularly interested in speaking further with the aggressive half-orc, the maroon dragon can't let this unexpected opportunity slip away. Cocking it's head back towards the door-wielding brute, Vorastrix continues. "I was looking at that mark on your shoulder. I've seen its like only once before. Do you know what it is?"

 

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

"I was looking at that mark on your shoulder. I've seen its like only once before. Do you know what it is?"

"I have lots of marks - scars and wounds all about me serpent tongue. What of them?" Grogan looks to the dragon suspiciously expecting some sort of wily trick to be pulled by the tricksy dragon-kin. His sword hand never waivers, maintaining its solid form leveled to the 'little dragon on the rooftop'.

[OOC: It is not so much disdain as it is distrust and perhaps a little squeamish fear at the slimy and slithery reptilian.

"Why did it have to be snakes?" - Indiana Jones]

 

[Ambrus]

The small maroon dragon studies the brute for signs of duplicity, but only sees suspicion and aggression there instead. It seemed likely that the door-wielding half-orc knew nothing of his own mark's significance. Not surprising since it'd only been a short while since Vorastrix itself had learnt that its own mark was anything other than a strange scale marking. But how to learn something more of what the two of them shared in common if the aggressive creature below remained ignorant? It certainly wouldn't be prudent to discuss the matter further in front of countless spectators.

In response, Vorastrix simply rolls its saurian head dismissively and answers: "Simply that."

 

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

Now the brutish barbarian looks to the little dragon thing quizzically and then shakes his head. Grogan looks around to verify that there are no immediate threats about and then he slowly lowers his blade to finally sheath it.

With his hands Grogan gestures in such as way as to let the draconian creature know that it is being watched by him very closely.

He looks to Logan and shrugs. Frustrated and ill at ease he says "I am done. Do what you will, priest." as he nods in the direction of the rooftop visitor. THe half-orc finishes with a whispered "But I will be watching."

He then turns a predatory eye on their new prisoners.

 

[Redclaw]

Garren keeps his arrow sighted on the dragon, ready to fire if it tries to fly away or attack. Why are you so ready to trust this thing, dwarf? He just happened to fly in during an assasination attempt that was launched from a roof, and immediately goes over to disturb the evidence of that assasination attempt? I see him as a likely conspirator.
He then raises his voice to reach the object of his suspicion. I'll tell you one more time; land now and answer some questions about your presence and involvement in this crime or answer to my arrows.
If Garren can see the kukri in the dragon's hand, he fires.