Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments
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crazy_monkey1956
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OOC: Alrighty, slight revision to current situation. The dragon is prone and is in a grapple with Johen. So, anyone wishing to join the grapple may now do so without the touch attack. Now, back to the action...
OOC: Next action - Shayuri
OOC: Next action - Shayuri
Shayuri hears the whoosh of air and the thump behind her, and slowly turns...heart slamming in her chest...to see the stricken dragonet crouched behind her, eyes crazed and hissing aggressively with bloodlust.
She clenched her bleeding hand into a fist, and did the only thing she could think of to try to distract it from her.
She shoved the towel, now soaking with her blood, straight at the dragon's mouth!
(Not sure if this constitutes an 'attack' or not...the hope is that it'll bite the towel, not me. )
She clenched her bleeding hand into a fist, and did the only thing she could think of to try to distract it from her.
She shoved the towel, now soaking with her blood, straight at the dragon's mouth!
(Not sure if this constitutes an 'attack' or not...the hope is that it'll bite the towel, not me. )
crazy_monkey1956
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The Adventurer's Guild Tavern
The dragon sniffs at the towel and licks at it tentatively. The madness in its eyes abates just a bit.
Aohdan suddenly feels a twinge in the back of his mind. Somehow, he knows this isn't enough. A crucial part of the equation is missing, something only someone like him could provide.
But, it is too late. Johen feels the dragon begin to go limp in his arms. The creature, coherent for a few precious moments, speaks, barely above a whisper, "The plague...getting worse. Even the oldest...driven mad. They... are... coming."
The dragon's eyes close and Johen feels the stiffness of death begin to take hold.
OOC: Back to regular posting.
The Gates of the City
Darkness had fallen, but a dozen fires and magical lights illuminated the field outside the city's main gate, where the tournament events were getting set up. A small trickle of folks going through the gate, both in and out of the city, greeted Estelle.
The dragon sniffs at the towel and licks at it tentatively. The madness in its eyes abates just a bit.
Aohdan suddenly feels a twinge in the back of his mind. Somehow, he knows this isn't enough. A crucial part of the equation is missing, something only someone like him could provide.
But, it is too late. Johen feels the dragon begin to go limp in his arms. The creature, coherent for a few precious moments, speaks, barely above a whisper, "The plague...getting worse. Even the oldest...driven mad. They... are... coming."
The dragon's eyes close and Johen feels the stiffness of death begin to take hold.
OOC: Back to regular posting.
The Gates of the City
Darkness had fallen, but a dozen fires and magical lights illuminated the field outside the city's main gate, where the tournament events were getting set up. A small trickle of folks going through the gate, both in and out of the city, greeted Estelle.
ethandrew
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Estelle quickly passed through the gate without much pomp or circumstance. She had to find them, the Heroes of Silvergard. They weren't too hard to track, word of their exploits weren't necessarily common, but it wasn't hard to come by.
Her fast steps cause her loose brown hair to bounce with each successive stride. She can feel eyes looking at her, something she had gotten used to over time, but she was headed toward the Adventuring Guild, knowing her search for the party began and most likely ended there.
Reaching up with both hands she hoists her backpack up tighter, cinching the straps closer to her. The lightness of her chain presses against her skin, the tight shirt she wore over the armor accentuated her figure.
Estelle could see clearly through the dark of twilight, her eyes cutting through the layers of shadow, witnessing the secrets the streets and alleys kept privy to all. When she came upon the Guild she noticed the gate manned by a guard.
She smiled at him from a distance, a shy smile. "Do you know what the tavern is serving tonight? I'm starved for something that will make my mouth water and my knees weak," she finishes with a wink, as she casually tries to sidle past him.
Her fast steps cause her loose brown hair to bounce with each successive stride. She can feel eyes looking at her, something she had gotten used to over time, but she was headed toward the Adventuring Guild, knowing her search for the party began and most likely ended there.
Reaching up with both hands she hoists her backpack up tighter, cinching the straps closer to her. The lightness of her chain presses against her skin, the tight shirt she wore over the armor accentuated her figure.
Estelle could see clearly through the dark of twilight, her eyes cutting through the layers of shadow, witnessing the secrets the streets and alleys kept privy to all. When she came upon the Guild she noticed the gate manned by a guard.
She smiled at him from a distance, a shy smile. "Do you know what the tavern is serving tonight? I'm starved for something that will make my mouth water and my knees weak," she finishes with a wink, as she casually tries to sidle past him.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Renald sighs sadly at the news of the dragon/lady's death. he slowly returns to where he dropped his rapier and retuns it to its scabbard.
Walking over to Aohdan he says sofly" i must return to my charge to tell of this news of danger. 'til we meet agin, fraiend." he then offers his hand for a shake.
Walking over to Aohdan he says sofly" i must return to my charge to tell of this news of danger. 'til we meet agin, fraiend." he then offers his hand for a shake.
Yttermayn
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Aohdan somberly takes the proffered hand and gives it a shake. He nods at Renaldo's words and politely dismisses him before returning his attention to the dragon. He gently lays the creature's body down and runs his hand down her neck and spine in a gentle gesture of sorrow. "Shayuri, you did great. I only wish I understood my part in this better." He lowers his voice. "Something tells me someone like me is involved in the cure, but I do not know how." 'I really need to get a handle on this thing that is going on inside me.' he thinks to himself.
Voda Vosa
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"Well... Nothin' we can do 'bout 'er" Claims the dwarf, leaning on his guisarme. "Ah'll take care of the body fer ya" he let's the innkeeper know. "Ah' have nothin' else to inform, so ya can keep up with the chatin' wile Ah' dispose this" the dwarf bids farewell and begins pulling the corpse outside.
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