Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[ferretguy]

Ackalon moves a little away from the gathered party Hells if this possessed mage starts lobbin' nasty spells I don't want to be caught in the fallout... he thinks to himself.

 

[Vendetta]

"You act as though you fear me? As if there were something to fear? Are you afraid of me?" Zar asks from his arial perch above the others, his voice dripping with mirth.

 

[ferretguy]

Fear You??Ackalon calls out My dear Mage, the dangers you bring are simple...death? phagh! The guild masters from my homeland have more power and imagination then you could ever dream. He spits on the ground, Seems like all you care about is power...not a bad thing all in all, but if'n you boot lick to anything that'll give ye power yer n'tin but a lacky.

 

[Vendetta]

"Mind your tongue, theif, if you like it were it currently is." Zar spits back at Ackalon

 

[ferretguy]

Don't like the way this is going...hope this keeps him distracted off the rest...maybe they can do something... Ackalon thinks to himself, My tongue I'm not worried about Pond Elf, y'r floatin' about could just provide the target practice I've been needin'. But all that is beside the point.Ackalon shakes his head, If'n your great mind will recall we DO have a job to perform....unless your skills aren't up to it anymore.

 

[DralonXitz]

As Zar and Ackalon exchange words, in the Background, Derrik raises his hammer and chants a Dwarven spell, reciting the words over and over for the dispelling of Magic. As he finishes speaking, he aims the hammer at Zar and lets loose a white circular beam at his person.

(Dispel Check=18+6=24, DC 17, SUCCESS)

As Zar turns his head, the beam smashes into his chest and sends him crashing into the earth, making a soft thump as he collides. As lays in the dirt, the voice in his mind slowly fades, speaking, "We shall speak again, Zar....

 

[deadestdai]

Watching the two elven-kind snap at eachother annoyed Skarsus. When Derrick's spell finally brought the elf back to earth, Skarsus trotted over almost next to the wizard, hand on his sword, ready to draw at the slightest show of maddened hostility.

Are ya back with us along with yer senses wizard? Or was that landing planned? The young warrior smirked.

 

[ferretguy]

OOC: Glad to see you back DralonXitz...although I'm taking off for a few days (goin' to gencon will be back on sunday....)go ahead and auto Ackalon if'n you would sir...

 

[Vendetta]

Zar collapes to the ground then jolts upright, shock evident on his face. Genuine panic fills his eyes as he looks wildly about himself for the "voice" he heard inside his head. Sweating and shaking he starts as the first of the party approaches him, reacting as a man suddenly startled by some unseen thing. His eyes focus on his companion... "What was that?" He says, a tinge of fear ringing out in his timid voice.

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril kneels down and cradles the fallen elf in his arms, lifting his head off of the ground with one of his huge hands. With a sensitivity that would seems shocking for a dwarf that just dispatched his enemy with such bloody fervor, he says, "Ya poor bastige! Looks like that slayer from the horseman's past had more than a big sword ta contend with. He posessed ya laddy!!"
The dwarf stops and scratches the shaven part of his head and says, "Though, it sounded like he DID get your manner of speech about right. It was really convincing!"
Thromgril looks ar Zar, then back at the body, then back at Zar again. He shrugs, and helps the Elf to his feet.