The old man laughs heartily at the bombardment of questions layed upon him by the adventurers.
"Ho ho ho, to be young again. Slow down there, and let an old man get his bearings."
He walks over to a table set up on the deck and takes a seat, helping himself to the tea that was prepared upon it.
"Ahhhh, I do love a good cup of tea. Anyways, where should I start? I suppose an introduction would be appropriate. I am Phelan Adraid, Jack of all trades, retired from most of them."
He gives the adventurers a smile and a wink.
"And do I sail around here often... of course I do, for I am a wayfinder like the captain of your fleet is. I am free to sail to wherever it is I want, and I will always find my way home again. As for the more specific questions, let give er a go. I believe that your question of what goes in and out of the island is quite simple. You and them.Adventurers sail to the island to help the church with their "disciple" problem, and the pirate ambush some ships, kidnap as much warriors as they can, and leave. Sad thing is, the kidnapped warriors end up joining their ranks somehow, so they are basically forging themselves an army out of you people. What they are called, what their goals are, nobody knows any of these things. I suppose it stems from a lack of a dialog. Though you should feel lucky, the pirates propably won't be attacking again. Simply put, there wouldn't be enough gains for attacking a lone small ship. Thats how I get around anyways."
Obsidian makes his way over the volcanic terrain as quickly as he can manage. He finally manages to make his way around the volcano itself in the direction of the fighting, and the scene that greets him would have stunned a lesser man. On the other side of the mountain, stood a stunningly beutiful woman, her most notable feautre at this distance being her fiery red hair. In both hands, she weilded two whips, with thin daggers attached to the ends. Currently she was using them to buzzsaw her was though a horde of fire elementals, fire mephits, fire giants, and hellfire golems. Obsidian watches her for a moment, as a group of fire mephits descend from the sky to attack her. As they fly away from their assault, four of them seem to be suspended in midair over the woman. An odd shimmering begins to occur in the sky bewteen the mephits and their tormentor, and something begins to materialize, shifting into existance around the mephits and then trailing their way back over the womans face, revealing what appears to be at this distacne, the head of a Mind Flayer. The four mephits begin to dry out and compress, their bodies shriking in on themselves. Suddenly, the tentacles and face being to dissappear, leaving only four drained lumps of bone and flesh, and a look of pure bloodthirst on the face of the woman, who licks her lips and laughs at the heavens. A fire giant attacks from behind, but is quickly rewarded with an upwards slash by the whipdaggers, splitting his facial feautres in two. It is quickly followed up by the other whip as she spins a dance of death and slits the giants throat. it is about this time that the Dragon reached the fight. It begins to rain attack after attack of pure nautral fury down on the woman, who playfully dodges out of the way of each strike, lashing out at the creautre with her whip casually, as if she were playing a game. Suddenly, her face hardens for a moment and she plants a wicked strike on the dragons face, causing a hideous cut. The dragon roared in agony, suddenly teleporting away, re-appearing above its combatant, and unleashing its hellfire fury upon her while circling around in the air. It breathes twice more before the woman begins to cackle at it mentally, allowing the telepathy to reach all in the area.
"You're not being fair dragon! But I suppose it will just make the game more interesting! Te he he he."
As the dragon dives to use its breath attack a forth time, the woman jumps into the air and unleashes an attack of her own. The two cones pass through each other, one burning and scorching the woman's flesh, the other dropping the dragon, and leaving it stunned on the ground, unable to properly defend itself. She strolls over to her downed opponent, and begins whipping its face repeatedly, leaving horrid gashes in its serpentine features.
"I always do have so much fun when you play with me dragon. I love my trips here, te he he he."
The armored mage falters for a moment, unsure about how to continue. Regaining his composure, he tries again to portray his masters will.
[colr=silver] "My lord "requests" the pleasure of your presence. If you would "please" come with me, it would be greatly appreciated." [/color]
Morrigan makes his transformation, but his opponent seems unfaltered by the change in shape and size of his opponent. In fact, hate seems to be burning in his eyes more passionatly now, as he follows through with his attack and pierces at Morrigan with his dagger. Strangely, as the blade comes into contact with magic, it seems to cause the effect to cease, passing through Morrigan's defense, and brining the struck part of him into sight as the blade stabs into his flesh (OOC: One as travelled as Morrigan can now recognize the effects on an Antimagic Field like effect. He takes 51 points of subduel damage *since your undead form is negated while he strikes you, you are still subject to the subduel btw*).
OOC: Its now Taibhse turn to act.
