Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments

[Amaury]

Johen follows the giant in his shadow and spots Shokar, the Drukar warrior.
He walks to him and starts saying: "Shokar, it is good to meet you again. I'm sorry to see that you did not win this part of the tournament.."
He turns to Shayuri and says: "Same to you Shayuri.. this Lady Devera certainly was an opponent.." before realizing that a man near Shayuri is a bit agitated, to which point he says in a friendly and calming tone: "Good day to you Sir, may Lady Nature look favourably upon you and your family. I am Johen of Turen, can I assist you in any way?"

 

[Yttermayn]

Aohdan approaches Shayuri despite the over-excited emiran man ranting next to her. Aohdan gestures toward Odon "Shayuri, Odon here may be able to enlighten us a bit about your role in the cure." He glances at her father. "When you have a some time to devote. I see you have a full plate, but I'd hate for us to have to put down Shrazeek if he goes mad before we figure it out."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum nods in agreement with Lady Devera before the cleric arrived. "ME! Ah've been poisoned, cure me if ye can lad, please. Ah need to assist to the other event! "

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric waits for Muzdum to receive healing from the priest before he retrieves his painting of Lady Devera de Sisan and says "I'll meet you at the debate tent later." Then he walks off to find Lady Devera in the tent.

"Lady Devera de Sisan? Greetings. I am Alaric the Alchemist, a student of the arts here in Azgund, though I make my living as an alchemist for now. I watched in awe at your prowess in the archery contest, and though I cheered for the dwarf out of friendship, I was most impressed with your performance and grace. I was moved to paint this depiction of your exquisite talents and victory at the archery grounds. If milady would accept, I would leave you this gift in appreciation." He tells her, presenting the painting.

 

[Shayuri]

"Father, please! There's no need to be rude." She gives him a reproving look. "This is hardly the first time a man has expressed interest in me. I can handle it. Though I admit, it's the first time someone's just plain proposed outright." At that she can't help but laugh.

The laugh melts when she looks back at Shokar. He seemed so earnest with his talk of destiny and dragons. And, truth be told, he wasn't bad looking. If it hadn't been for the barbarian thing...and of course she was far too busy for that sort of thing... "There's no destiny beyond that which we make for ourselves. But you can take comfort in this if you like; if it is truly 'destiny' then you have but to wait for that destiny to be fulfilled. But it will not be this day, nor tomorrow, nor any day after that I can foresee. It's flattering to be picked out of a crowd, but if you seek a wife, you'd do well to slow down and find a woman who's receptive to woo."

She's just turning away from Shokar when the rest of the crowd arrives.

Gods, father's going to explode if this keeps up...

"Johen, no I think everything's fine...." She gazes up at the giant and the tiny dragon. "Who are these..."

Aohdan's words stop her in her tracks though, and she whirls to face him.

"Shrazeek? There's another sick dragon?" Shayuri looks at Odon, trying to process this. "We tried to save a dragon already...but it failed. Are you saying you can change that? And that there's another dragon who might fall ill?"

She puts a hand to her forehead. "The debates are starting soon...will we have time to save him before they begin?"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: Ah, finally, EN World is working for me.

OOC: Let's have Alaric make a Diplomacy check, just to see how smooth he is playing this. We'll even give him a +2 circumstance modifier due to the quality of the painting.

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric's Diplomacy: 16. 18 after the +2.
1d20+1=16

 

[shadowmask]

Pryzm follows the others without pausing her chatter. When she sees yet another stranger become belligerent with Odon, her childish demeanor drops. Standing on her hind feet, she hisses at the unknown stranger, "You will not threaten Odon!" Her eyes already narrowed due to her anger, she snaps her teeth in emphasis.

The woman's words finally reach Pryzm through her temper. The dragon drops to her feet and, without looking at the man she had just spoken to, says, "You tried to cure another dragon? That was kind of you. But no one can cure this without me." During this speech, Pryzm moves into a position that allows the sunlight to play upon her scales. Looking to Odon, she continues, "Is this the dragon-blooded woman you were speaking of? Can we go now so I can explore the festival?"

Realizing she has forgotten her manners this time, she suddenly rears up on her hind legs again. "Oh! Sorry!" Her voice is slightly higher than normal. "Hi, I'm Pryzm! Let's go to the sick dragon so we can cure him." Pryzm drops to her feet again, spreads her wings wide, and takes off. Picking a direction, the dragon flaps her wings a half dozen times before returning to land at Odon's feet. "Ummm. Where are we going again?"

 

[Helfdan]

Valen Sablewood

The ranger cannot help but smile at the small dragon's antics. But his curiosity is piqued by the Drukar's presence. He has known many of these brave tribesmen, as he hails from the northernmos part of the Forest kingdom.

"Hail and well met, warrior!" He offers his hand to the Drukar. "I am Valen of Turen. You are as far from home as I, and appear as distraught, though you did not just lose a contest due to ill luck."

 

[Amaury]

OOC: time wise, do we have time to go the the wizard guild and get back for the next contest or not?