Savage Tide IC thread

[Dragonwriter]

The spellscale once again frowns. Everyone is being so BORING! With a sigh, he nods to Darius. “Might as well, my good man. Wouldn’t want to get blasted by your nasty breath. Honestly, why my ancestors saw fit to grant you that talent and not me, I will never understand. Oh, well… At least I have my own skills,” he finishes up, focusing for a moment and producing a small illusion of Vanthus in the palm of his hand, shouting curses and epithets in Abyssal. After a chuckle, he reaches another hand above and brings it straight down in a loud clap, squashing the illusionary man.

Sharazek half-nods at Elistina’s words. “I suppose you’re right. But I doubt these people found anything else of interest or use, likely because they wouldn’t be able to recognize such. But anyways, if they did find anything, odds are they’ll be running along to tell us or Lavinia soon. Now, let’s be off! To the town hall!” Sharazek merrily calls out, pointing the way and taking a few steps before stopping, frowning once again while the sunlight plays on his blue scales. “Now that didn’t sound anywhere near as interesting as some of the places we’ve been…”

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Sharazek’s not Human.
Spellscales are from Races of the Dragon. They are descended from any race, mostly humans, but are their own breed. They’re humanoid in shape, but with a lot of draconic characteristics (including scales) and extremely skilled sorcerers.
AFAIK, Darius is the only Human in the group.
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[ethandrew]

The young halfling does a cartwheel, following Sharazek, and for no particular reason. The horrors he and his companions had seen were enough to haunt a lifetime of dreams, so perhaps Fenrick Huddlestone was keeping things light, not allowing his friends to dwell on the negative.

"I dunno, Sharazzzzz," he emphasized the z, like a hiss, as he was wont to do, "I've seen some pretty interesting townhalls in my travels, especially once the lights go out. There was one time in some mining town by some mountains, some vampires were kidnapping people at night, and so we all had to take refuge in the town hall, but some idiot invited one of the vampires in thinking it was this girl he had a crush on forever." The halfling laughed heartily at this, though the humor was probably lost on most, "He got like six of those people killed before Old Trevor staked her in the heart. Ha! Old Trevor. Did I ever tell you guys about the time he wandered drunk and naked into the Queen's castle?"

 

[Walking Dad]

Darius

... Did I ever tell you guys about the time he wandered drunk and naked into the Queen's castle?"

"Regrettibly, yes." Darius could sometimes not belief that he was working with this people. They had great power, but pursued a much more naive and altruistic motifs than he himself. But he had to show constrain in their presence, to not loose the goodwill. He needs help to accomplish his goddess mission. Sometimes he wonders, what kind of dragon was part of the spellscale, or if he should forget Fenrick in his daily immunization 'ritual'...

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Darius 'casts' Endure exposure on the group every day. It is a 24h Endure Elements, plus makes you immune against his breath weapon as long as he chooses.

Active Invocations:
- See the Unseen
- Endure Exposure
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[Dragonwriter]

”Oh, don’t be so glum, Darius. Besides, what with all these demons and their dark-hearted worshippers about lately, we do need to keep our spirits… light!” the spellscale says, a small chuckle at his groan-inducing pun. “But you see, Fenrick, that townhall was interesting because of the circumstances, not because of the hall itself. But back to your story, go ahead and tell it again. I always appreciate a good laugh.”

 

[ethandrew]

Fenrick glances at Darius sideways, not wanting to draw the ire of the sometimes frightening man. As they began walking toward the townhall, he begins his tale, practiced, like he's done it a ton of times, "It took us months to get the proper papers to enter this kingdom, known for being very nervous about outsiders, but The One assured all that we were for entertainment purposes only, using his wit and charm to assuage all doubts. He was very good at that. Our Fanciful Fleet of the Finest troupe performed one show to a modest crowd, but apparently we had caught the attention of one of the young princes, who thought it'd be wonderful if we entertained his mother queen, who was quite stuffy and uppity-do, apparently."

"The show went well, I suppose, we've performed for Kings and Queens before, so we weren't nervous or anything, and I might've filched a thing or two, small trinkets really," Fenrick's elongation of the i in might made all believe that he did indeed steal something. "But the queen never cracked a smile once. It was tragic really. So afterwards, we was celebrating with locals and some princes and of course Old Trevor got rip-roaring drunk, and remember, Old Trevor was this sour old Dwarf with a big ol' bushy beard, and well, quite gifted if you know what I mean," he winked at Elistina and Derrenil and laughed. "And off come his clothes and he's running around nude as the day he was born, if dwarves are born, in fact, and not hatched from eggs like the rumors say. And get this, while he's running around, he falls and breaks some lantern oil, spilling it all over him, and he starts screaming like he's on fire and running around like he's crazy, heading straight toward the castle. Men at arms and guards alike, all drunk on their own, mind you, are trying to catch this slippery, naked dwarf, and I dunno if you've ever tried to catch a greased down dwarf, but it's not easy," he noted as an aside, like he's tried it before.

"So next thing we know the queen, who I'm assuming was wondering what all the noise was about, came round down some stairs, sees naked Old Trevor, manhood flapping in the wind, beard all disheveled, screaming like a banshee, and that queen just fainted right then and there, hand to the Gods I swear it. Funniest thing I ever did see." Fenrick smiles as he bent over to pick up a rock and throw it at a nearby tree, hitting it dead-on in the trunk.

 

[bedford]

Skrymer listened to the halflings story and almost smiled. He realized that he had gotten used to the others constantly talking. Ever since he joined up with this band of adventurers he had been able to enter nearby towns and vilages unbothered by the locals and guards, something he seldom had been able to do since he was forced to leave the silver marches many years ago. Some of them he considered true friends and some were at least usefull alies.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Elistina suppressed a blush to her cheeks as the charming Halfing winked at her with such mischief in his eyes. At the mention of the very vivid picture of a naked Dwarf running around and his manhood flapping about like a banner in the wind, the Gnome started inspecting her very ordinary brown travel boots, as the group walked towards the Town Hall.

"That... Is an interesting story." the Gnome managed to blurt out, her voice so low that perhaps the others wouldn't even hear her speak. El was not sociable by anyone's standards, having grown up in a very close and detached community, and then having joined an Order and sisterhood with very strict goals in mind.

The spellcaster had superb intellect, far above that of an ordinary man, but when she now pressed her memory for a story to tell, the only things that came to her mind were either boring facts and figure, or accounts of slaughter and mayhem.

"There... There was a town. Um. Twelve years ago I think. A boy somehow got his hands on a Candle of Invocation. He managed to summon an Efreeti and the creature promised him a wish so it can be free. The boy wished for an army to lead on his friends. They were teasing him from what I understand. The Efreeti then conjured a score of Fire Elementals who ripped the boy apart and continued to burn and slaughter the town in a frenzy. Three hundred and seventeen killed, a hundred and sixty three wounded and another thirty two missing."

There with all her training to become an Incantatrix the stories Elistina knew were nothing more then reports and statistics. She blushed as she realized how awkward this must sound to the others.

 

[ethandrew]

After a minute of silent walking following Elistina's story, Fenrick finally broke the uncomfortable, at least in his mind, silence, "That's the saddest story I've ever heard. Well, no, not the saddest, but close."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Derrenil

Lurking behind the others, Derrenil normally did not involve herself in idle chit-chat, but several factors were spurring her into action -- first of all, was the fact that sitting around here was accomplishing nothing. Second, the tale of a boy and his flaming-genie-in-a-bottle intrigued her somewhat, so she broke her silence.

"I would hope that Efreet was not granted release from his prison, as the wish did not have the intended outcome -- realizing that yes, the efreet did create an army for the boy to lead, so that portion was true, and, I suppose, one could argue that the boy had a chance to lead the elementals as an army, so the efreet could perhaps have satisfied the conditions of the wish, but I would expect that a lawful creature, such as the efreet, although not as good-natured as the djinn, would not behave in such a chaotic fashion and spring forth a host of uncontrollable elementals to wreak havoc."

The hooded figure looks around to the others,"Now that we've had story hour, lets get moving and find Lavinia."

 

[Myth and Legend]

El raised her eyes, calmly attempting to conceal her excitement that another shared her interests in the transgressions of extraplanar beings. Even if it was the red-eyed Drow that somewhat unsettled the Whisper Gnome, Elistina replied with a calm voice. "Yes lawful to the point of granting that which was asked in words, but rarely in meaning. Some of these creatures have been known to play malign and cruel tricks on their summoners, and this boy was exceptionally unlucky. The creature has been hunted down by my sisters, and banished back to the Elemental Plane of Fire, so there is no cause for concern. Since the boy is dead and only trough communication with his spirit were my sisters able to find out what had happened. The exact wording of the wish remains unclear, but in my experience wishing for an army to lead is not the same as wishing for an obedient army, and that is what the creature exploited."

The Incantatrix took great delight in discussing the finer details of such happenings, and the means and mechanics behind the misfortunes involving Outsiders. She fiddled with her magical rings and the circlet woven in her auburn hair, reassuring herself on the enchantments she had placed on herself this morning.