(RP) GMF Lounge

[Gurney Halleck]

Recovering from another Nod-off, Gurney notices the tavern emptied, and a portal leading where the Gods know where. He fetched up his longsword and slung his baliset over his shoulder, leaping into the portal...

Into a tumble leading directly into a large pile of gold, which buries him due to his disturbance. Recovering, he peeked up through the pile like a Prairie Dog and spews a few gold coins out of his mouth, though he has one is somehow lodged between his teeth.

"Hey guys, free gold!" said Gurney through clenched teeth while he faced the crowd, who all stared bewildered at him.

Cocking an eyebrow, smile still shining, his crystal-eyes scanned the room calmly- that is, until he sighted the spectacular Dragon. He shrieked, spat out the coin, and jumped back out of the pile. He scooped up his hat, made himself presentable, and gave a humble bow.

"My most sincere apologies, I dearly hope I didn't disturb anything... well, not too much, hopefully. If you mean me well, the name is Gurney Halleck. If not, then they call me Till Sandydowns."

 

[Mr_GrinReaper]

I look with a raised eyebrow at this barge in, this affront to the creatures honor. "FREE GOLD!" He screaches, as I cringe away. How could one dishonor a dragon like that, does he know nothing of draconic pride, and customs, of the proper way to greet a dragon.

I walked over to the man, offering a hand to help him out of the pile of coinage. "Foolish..." I whispered so low, that no one but the dragon could have possibly had keen enough ears to hear.

I am doing this person a favor, he'd never get out of all that gold, its to heavy for him to move. I start to push some gold aside, so the man could wriggle out of the pile.

(( writers block))

 

[ChaosEvoker]

Unusually, the dragon laugh heartily at Gurney's antics.

In the meantime the Chaos Evoker speaks:

"While all these pleasentries are nice, how about we talk about our various adventures and share some tales. i'm sure we all have riveting stories. Who woudl like to begin hmm?"

The dragon also looks around the group, eyes eager to hear the tales.

 

[Xen155]

Xen is their. With not so much as a pop or the tiniest flash of light. He is just there. He bows deeply befor the Dragon, face now cloaked. He mutters in Draconic "Prongiltariaxilnixit, I am honered that you have allowed one so humble as myself into your sanctum." He rights himself and begins sipping from a cup that suddenly is in his hands.

 

[ChaosEvoker]

Opening his arms wide Chaos Evoker says

"XEN! EXCELLENT! Glad to have you with us. Perhaps you would like to start us off with a tale of one of your adventuers, hm?"

Arcanus, or Prongiltariaxilnixit as Xen flawlessly pronounced, speaks up

Yes i woudl like to hear a story from the young sorceror here. Though he is but a child I believe he has many riveting stories. Of course, the oldest elves are but like children to me. nevertheless, Xen tell us one of your stories.

 

[Xen155]

"It is refreshing to be called young again. And though I do not weave a tale quite as beautifully as a bard I do perhaps posses one of intrest to the esteemed Wyrm and his guests. It is not as long as perhaps those weaved by the Archon Milikian... who is a story himseff, in fact I recall I needed to... forgive me I have had many... things on my mind as of late. But as to that story. It was a boring midsummer day, the one elves enjoy but people of my ilk detest. I had recently finished my apprentice ship, Gurney... not a single crack about how long ago that was, and I was filled with youthfull... vigor. I wanted to test my magical apptitude against something anything. How I remember THOSE days. I had recently been in contect with a member of the court of the 8th Hell, a minor Pit Fiend with no true standing. I was due to summon him for a staff he had obtained for me, no choice of his, and thought he would provide an excellent test of my art. So I offered him a deal, if he could best me in a duel I would release him from my Master's servitude spell (something beyond my power at the time...) so he could be free to roam the material. He, being a devil so like all others agreed, foolish Devil... I believed.
I prepared and cast a few defensive spells (spell turning, my favorite.) I also cast two fireballs that would, when arriving at their target, explode after 28 seconds and summoned him. He was emidiatly swathed in fire. But alas me being the headstrong and non-thinking fool I was had attacked my Devil foe with fire, something no experianced caster would ever do. He laughed at me and spat fire of his own more intense and powerfull than the flames I had summoned they hit one of my spell sheilds and where flung back at my enemy with actual effect! (I look back at it know relizing it was a flamstrike spell, half of who's energy is granted by the divine powers.) It was my turn to laugh, if for a short time. I cast one of my most early spells I had modified, A more powerfull magic missle. The spheres of light hit my foe with damaging force.


OOC: SRRY guys I will have to finish this later. This might be my longest post...

 

[SyrinxNymph]

OOC: Wow, I didn't have a clue the name was used so much. Apparently it's a body part AND a windows program, as well as what I used it for. You can find it here (http://www.pantheon.org/articles/s/syrinx.html) And now back to Xen's post....

 

[DungeonmasterCal]

"The Temple of Syrinx" is also a song that appears on Rush's classic LP "2112".

Hey guys...I'll be posting my bit on the GMF RP thread soon. I've not been doing well healthwise (gonna have to have surgery on my leg again) Tuesday and I've been fighting pain with new and very powerful painkillers. I've been posting on ENWorld, but nothing very deep or detailed....I want my bit on this thread to be good, but right now I can't contribute much.

Now, please go on with the stories. I really enjoy them!

 

[ChaosEvoker]

Ah, yes! An excellent tale though it is not yet finished, what happened next?

 

[Xen155]

"It is refreshing to be called young again. And though I do not weave a tale quite as beautifully as a bard I do perhaps posses one of intrest to the esteemed Wyrm and his guests. It is not as long as perhaps those weaved by the Archon Milikian... who is a story himseff, in fact I recall I needed to... forgive me I have had many... things on my mind as of late. But as to that story. It was a boring midsummer day, the one elves enjoy but people of my ilk detest. I had recently finished my apprentice ship, Gurney... not a single crack about how long ago that was, and I was filled with youthfull... vigor. I wanted to test my magical apptitude against something anything. How I remember THOSE days. I had recently been in contect with a member of the court of the 8th Hell, a minor Pit Fiend with no true standing. I was due to summon him for a staff he had obtained for me, no choice of his, and thought he would provide an excellent test of my art. So I offered him a deal, if he could best me in a duel I would release him from my Master's servitude spell (something beyond my power at the time...) so he could be free to roam the material. He, being a devil so like all others agreed, foolish Devil... I believed.
I prepared and cast a few defensive spells (spell turning, my favorite.) I also cast two fireballs that would, when arriving at their target, explode after 28 seconds and summoned him. He was emidiatly swathed in fire. But alas me being the headstrong and non-thinking fool I was had attacked my Devil foe with fire, something no experianced caster would ever do. He laughed at me and spat fire of his own more intense and powerfull than the flames I had summoned they hit one of my spell sheilds and where flung back at my enemy with actual effect! (I look back at it know relizing it was a flamstrike spell, half of who's energy is granted by the divine powers.) It was my turn to laugh, if for a short time. I cast one of my most early spells I had modified, A more powerfull magic missle. The spheres of light hit my foe with damaging force.

But not enough to fell my powerfull foe. He shook off the obvious pain and with a look promised me death, He obviously wasn't planning on stoping befor my demise. I prepared myself for whatever spell he would fling at me next, but then he was gone. Relizing this to be a quickly cast teleport I threw myself to the ground just before an awfully large sword cleaved the air above me. The Devil would be dazed I knew after a teleport so I took the advantage. Still on the ground I cast an illusion that made it seem I had gotten up and began backing away from him casting a major spell. He shook off his daze and charged my false self thinking to catch me in mid-cast. With his back turned to me I decided to try a new spell of mine. I threw disintegration at him just as he was wondering why no blood came from the two halves of my magically created body. It hit him in the middle of the back, I cried out victory thinking soon I would have the remains of the Devil as spell components. But alas I had once again failed to relize the fortitude of my enemy. He spun around, I DID catch a glance of a small hole in his back, and summoned lighting which hit my spell sheild and was reflected back doing no good as he counterspelled his own lighting. Relizing my spell sheild was all but used up I knew I had to devise a new plan. I summoned am elemental to busy him as I conjured my most powerfull spell, one that would drain the life out of a victim. The devil made shortwork of the Earth Elemental and charged towards me. I unleashed my spell and watched the feind shrivel and go weak. He dropped his sword and and glared at me angrilly. "I have had enough mortal." The Devil said. "You have bested me. Now take your staff and leave me." I took the staff he offered. "Now why would I let you 'be' Devil? No I think I shall spare this world another of your ilk stalking the land. Take this portal back to your realm or I shall kill you here and have your sould in one of my favourite gems." I cast the portal and the Devil steped through. With his last step I muttered. "Have a nice eternity... in the abyss."