Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments

[ethandrew]

Estelle nods toward Anareesa and then quickly turns and rounds on the man named Renaldo, "Why would you be so foolish and do such a thing? Aren't you a guard for some Lady? Why don't you fight for her honor? Why don't you protect her? And I never asked for your help, I can take care of myself. We commoner filth are a resourceful bunch."

She exhales forcefully in frustration and turns to leave but stops, "Quit fussing about me and go worry about your Lady before someone else gets assassinated." She moves back toward the acrobat and crosses her arms over her chest.

 

[Amaury]

Muzdum walks alongside Johen, and pats him in the back. "Well, seems our dialectics aren't as good as the nobles ones. At least we can break their faces, ha!" he laugh. "Oh, by the way, Lady Devera told me that we are all invited to have dinner at her... house? Dunna know fer certain, she said dinner and Ah dinna listen anythin' else..."

"Ah, my good friend Muzdum! Yes, my opponent was quite astute.. I tried to follow your speech but.. well, maybe we'll do better on the other challenges..

Dinner? Certainly.. should be easy enough to find her house..

But where is everybody gone?? Some are with this Giant and his dragon friend.. the others, I'm not sure.. We need to be cautious.. Aleera was quite agitated about something.."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Estelle nods toward Anareesa and then quickly turns and rounds on the man named Renaldo, "Why would you be so foolish and do such a thing? Aren't you a guard for some Lady? Why don't you fight for her honor? Why don't you protect her? And I never asked for your help, I can take care of myself. We commoner filth are a resourceful bunch."

She exhales forcefully in frustration and turns to leave but stops, "Quit fussing about me and go worry about your Lady before someone else gets assassinated." She moves back toward the acrobat and crosses her arms over her chest.

"because I am just as much commoner filth as you, and you are entwined in this assasination plot as my lady is. Your life is in as much jepordy as she. and the young one with you may be seen as a threat as she may be able to Identify members of this dark and dirty deed. he says as she turns.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Well! I shoulda be agitated too ye know, Ah was poisoned, and Alaric was next. Think somethin's not just right 'ere. Tell ye wha', let's wait fer watermelon-head" the dwarf points at Alaric "and lets find the others. We'll do well to stay together."

 

[Amaury]

Johen frowns as Muzdum explains the poisoning and then starts laughing and taps Muzdum: "By the Great Oak, you know what, this is actually I think I know where the others are, so, let's listen to Alaric.. he's got a chance.. what do you think of him as a Lord?? Lord Alaric? Must say it sounds rather good.. Alaric the first, Alaric the second, Alaric the wise, Alaric the not so wise, ah ah ah! I just can't see him!"

Highflyer tussles a bit , surprised by his master sudden laughter.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ah think alaric the Watermelon head sound way better, ha!" laugh the dwarf, and cross his sturdy and hairy arms in front of his bulky chest.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen wipes his blade and sheathes it, then squats down to study their fallen foe. "Everyone allright?"

 

[Yttermayn]

Without cracking a smile, Aohdan responds "I'm alright, but I think Shayuri's eaten something nasty. Smells like garlic in here." He wipes and sheathes his blade, absently wondering what a werewolf-centaur would look like.

 

[Shayuri]

Shayuri gives Aohdan a startled, outraged look...but it quickly turns sheepish when she realizes he's joking.

"I'm fine," she tells Valen. "I'm glad you were ready for it. If it had interrupted the ritual..."

The dark-skinned sorceress pauses at that, then says, "It would have been bad. I think I'm going to check on him."

She creeps carefully to the place where the ritual is being conducted and peeps in to make sure it's all right.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: Shadowmask is still settling in to her new job so will be offline for a bit. Pryzm will be NPC-ized in the meantime. Jemal, are you still with us?

The Debate

Vashar nods politely to Alaric and begins, "I am Thayvian by birth. I have witnessed first hand the atrocities committed by the Red Wizards, the horrific experiments they conduct, the annual round-up of magically gifted children who then never see their parents again. My homeland demonstrates the abuses magic can be put to."

He pauses a moment, standing and moving around the table as he makes his point, "And yet, if Azgund does not aggressively pursue magical might, they will be defenseless when Thay moves to invade. And Thay will attack, it is only a matter of time. The only reason the Emirates have not fallen to Thay's advances is their own magical might. Azgund is woefully behind in that regard. The Academy represents a step in the right direction."

Vashar's Opening Statment. (1d20+5=15)

The moderator turns to Alaric, "You may now offer a rebuttal."

Meanwhile, Muzdum, Johen, Estelle, and Renaldo watch as Alaric and Vashar square off and the two ladies, Nineveh and Devera, face eachother. Anareesa whispers to Estelle, "I should go. Grobnobble is probably wondering where I went. He's going to be furious with me, I know it."

OOC: Spot checks for Muzdum, Johen (and Highflyer), Estelle, and Renaldo please.

The Arcane Academy

Valen notes the noble signet ring on a chain on the man's neck. The man himself doesn't seem familiar.

Pryzm springs at Shayuri excitedely, "That's why Odon called you a dragon lady! You have dragon breath! Can you fly? Can you see in the dark? Can you cast fireballs? Do you shed? Do you have a lair?" Pryzm prattles away, oblivious to the corpse nearby.

A sharp crack can be heard in the next room and Entan emerges...followed by Shraezek. The little copper dragon, about the same size as Pryzm, though a bit bulkier, is still missing scales and looks worse for wear, but he appears to be cured. Entan appears exhausted, however, "It worked. Now, the next problem is finding a way to administer the cure to every dragon that's been afflicted. That, however, will have to wait until tomorrow. I must rest."

Without another word, he heads for the stairs to the second level and his bedchamber. Shraezek smiles weakly, "Rest sounds good. Shraezek will rest also."