The Archery Event: Round 3
Valen and four others (leaving 13 archers still on the field) are escorted off the field as the targets are repositioned again for the next round. Valen sees Johen, Alaric, Renaldo, Estelle and Aohdan gathered in the spectator area.
OOC: Muzdum and Shayuri, the targets are now set at 200 feet, which results in a -2 range penalty for heavy crossbows.
OOC: Point Totals (PCs and important NPCs only)
0 - Aohdan (out)
2 - Valen (out)
3 - Shokar
4 - Muzdum
4 - Shayuri
4 - Captain Jannus
6 - Lady Devera
The Sidelines
The Emiran man responds to Alaric, "Typical of the Azgund wizards, treating magic like it is science. Belief inspires magic, my friend, not formulas or mathematics."
At that point, the marrying priest, having moved on from Estelle and Renaldo, now accosts Alaric, "A portrait of your true love perhaps? Have you intentions toward her heart? For only 50 gold, I will marry you, today!"
As Aohdan is distracted by his banter with Muzdum, which Renaldo has now joined as well, Johen and Estelle are the only members of the group to notice something rather unusual...
The sunlight glints off what appears to be a sculpture of a dragon made of crystal...except that it moves. Darting back and forth near the city wall, coming from the northeast, is a small dragon with crystalline scales. Walking at a steady pace near the erratic dragon is a near giant of man wearing a breastplate made of crystal and carrying a crystal bladed greatsword nearly as tall as his 7 and a half foot frame.
This is apparently what agitated Highflyer as the bird squawks and fidgets nervously.
Aohdan feels a faint tickle at the back of his mind as he watches Muzdum...something familiar yet something he has never seen approaches. Someone he knows but has never met. Someone like him.
[sblock=Estelle's Eyes Only]OOC: For those reading this in your e-mail, this is super secret stuff for Estelle...please read no further, unless you are ethandrew.
The dark eyed half-elf who had hired her had also warned her about the "Giant Man."
He was dangerous and whatever he protected should be considered a secondary target as it endangered the half-elf's long term plans.[/sblock]
The Dragon and the Giant
Odon has kept a steady pace since the Elan elders had teleported the pair to the fields a few days walk away from the human city, a sense of urgency causing him to rush the little dragon along, denying her curiosity more often than she preferred.
Ahead, as the pair round the city wall, Pryzm spots a grand festival of some sort, hundreds, perhaps even thousands of people milling about tents, merchants hawking wares, entertainers plying their craft, and an archery competition. It was more people than Pryzm had ever seen gathered in one place...in fact it was more people than Pryzm had ever seen, period.
