Mark of the Wyrm

[Ambrus]

Vorastrix looks over to the implacable and domineering archer below. "I think I've already explained myself clearly. What's your involvement in this crime?"

OOC: Check my earlier posts; Vorastrix isn't holding the kukri any longer. Vor's claws also aren't visible; the dragon is only exposing its head over the edge of the roof.

 

[Redclaw]

My involvement is that I shot the last little being sitting right there on that roof, as he posed a direct threat to the lord of this city. Now, until I know that you don't pose a similar threat, and please pardon me if I don't take your word on that as I'm sure the halfling who just shot a crossbow would have claimed to be "just passing through", I'm going to keep this bow ready.
ooc: Sorry, nothing in your previous posts has given any real cause to trust you. You're behaving quite suspiciously, and you're playing a kobold. I have much more reason to think you're on the assassins' side. It's only because I, the player, know otherwise, that you're not already sprouting feathers.

 

[Bloodcookie]

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?"

As he finishes stabilizing the halfling, Carfal's ears prick at something in the conversation that he's been too busy to concentrate on until now. He had noticed some kind of mark on his fellow half-orc's shoulder when they first met, but hadn't taken a closer look, dismissing it as a mere decorative tattoo. Realizing that someone else - and a draconic someone, he notes, craning his neck to see whom Grogan is talking to - attributes some significance to it, he takes a sidelong glance in Grogan's direction, and his pulse quickens somewhat when he sees the mark, identical to the one beneath his own robes.

Snapping his head back toward the dragon, then to Garren, who has an arrow trained on it, Carfal nearly shouts as he sees his chances of solving the mystery that brought him here quickly diminishing. "Ah, er, Garren, is it?" he asks the ranger. "This... hm, I think it's a kobold, actually... isn't really more suspicious than any of the other bystanders here, is he? Perhaps he'd be more inclined to speak openly if fewer weapons were pointed at him - yes?" he finishes, looking to the kobold and nodding optimistically.

 

[Ambrus]

"Me? A threat? You're the one who's threatening bystanders. Besides, I'm only on this roof because I'd been coming over here to see what the halfling was about; that is, until you shot him. I first arrived on that chimney over there, though it doesn't appear that you noticed." The maroon dragon twists its neck to indicate a neighboring rooftop before turning its attention back to the archer below. "Are you a lawman in this city?"

OOC: You say suspicious, I say prudent. React however you like; I don't mind. Though, I don't believe it would be obvious to anyone that my character is a kobold (check out its image in the Rogue's Gallery). I think it'd be just as likely to be mistaken for a pseudodragon, an imp, a gargoyle or a red wyrmling as it would be for a winged kobold. Vorastrix itself doesn't even know that it's technically a kobold.

 

[Bloodcookie]

OOC: Carfal is just speculating, based on descriptions he's gleaned from years of book-learning. He certainly doesn't know what Vorastrix is

 

[Neurotic]

Logan Diplomat

I didn't say I trust him, just that he didn't give me any reason to be aggressive toward him. Even if he is just a familiar for one of those Logan points to prisoners he is not aggressive and it's easier to talk face to face. Garren, please, lower your weapon.

Now whispering to Garren: It's not like you can hit him on the rooftop. If you realy want to have a chance at shooting him, let him come to the open.

Turning to Carfal: Thank you for your support, scribe. I'm Logan Glanderho and I may be glad to meet you.

 

[Tharune]

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?"

 

[Ambrus]

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?"[Sblock=For those who understand Draconic]"Vorastrix" is the draconic word for a sorcerer.[/sblock]

 

[Jemal]

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."

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I hate PC vs PC stand-offs with a passion. Some people find them entertaining, but I do my best to end them as quickly as possible.
Also, as stated in the OOC thread, Kevin's mark is clearly visible on his right bicep.
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[Ambrus]

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...

OOC: Sorry Jemal. Can't say I care for PC standoffs either; it wasn't my intention to start one. I'm just responding to the situation. As long as people keep threatening violence against it, there's little reason for Vor to come down where it'll be vulnerable. BTW, could you please put a copy of your character in the Rogue's Gallery thread. I wasn't certain you were playing any longer since it wasn't there when I checked. I also didn't respond to your character's mark because he hadn't yet drawn Vor's attention, so he didn't really stand out from the rest of the crowd of guards and bystanders in the street.