Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
Seeing Entar ignore him and depart into the temple, Shazer'a snorts and shakes his head in anger.
"That did not go as you'd hoped," Nelalwe says. You don't say? Father did always wonder if I had some White blood hidden in there somewhere... damn fools can't see that we can help them. I almost wish to depart and find another city who will see wisdom. Shazer'a looks around assessing their chances against the guardsmen closing in on them and suddenly realizing that same elf woman managed to get herself circled by the guards as well. Before he can say or do anything though the damn burst and the crowd began to surge, pushing and tearing people together and away.
As the sudden storm strikes the previously clear skies of the city, Shazer'a mutters, "we are indeed too late. This must be the work of the Empire." Confirmed only moments later as dragonrunners streak past overhead, Shazer'a pounds his fist into a nearby wall, "graagh! I thought we had more time than this. What do you have ready today? Anything for combat?"
"Little." is Nelalwe's quick response. "Bestial power, flight, and a few evocations and healings are all."
Shazer'a swings sets his pack briefly on the ground, reaching into the main pouch, and he retrieves a large object, almost like multiple rods all stacked and adhered to one another out of a space that couldn't possibly hold it normally and set's it on the ground carefully. He also pulls out a smaller similar object, and something that appears to be an axe, but made of improbably materials and design, seating these on his belt in a couple of locations. Reslinging his pack and hefting the larger object, he looks to the elven woman. "I am Shazer'a of House Golion, and this is my Weesham, Nelalwe," he says as he inclines his head toward the small gnome. "I suggest you prepare yourself for a fight. The Empire is here, and with Mezzenbone on the throne, first contact will be none too gentle." Looking at Nelalwe he asks, "can you weave her?"
"As always, with time." the small gnome says with a slight exasperation to her voice. About to continue, she opens her mouth, and that is when the heaven's roar with an explosion from the docks.
Casting another grimace and ignoring that last jibe, even Shazer'a flinches when the explosion occurs, and then he sighs and puts his head down briefly. "And so the fall of this world begins. Let us pray to the Warrior that they are not using orbital bombardment and go see if we can do anything to aid these poor people." Looking at the elven woman, "if you can fight and desire to see your home world undestroyed by Asemet, I suggest you come with us and do what you can, but do not expect to live through this..." And with that Shazer'a begins to move off towards the docks.
"That did not go as you'd hoped," Nelalwe says. You don't say? Father did always wonder if I had some White blood hidden in there somewhere... damn fools can't see that we can help them. I almost wish to depart and find another city who will see wisdom. Shazer'a looks around assessing their chances against the guardsmen closing in on them and suddenly realizing that same elf woman managed to get herself circled by the guards as well. Before he can say or do anything though the damn burst and the crowd began to surge, pushing and tearing people together and away.
As the sudden storm strikes the previously clear skies of the city, Shazer'a mutters, "we are indeed too late. This must be the work of the Empire." Confirmed only moments later as dragonrunners streak past overhead, Shazer'a pounds his fist into a nearby wall, "graagh! I thought we had more time than this. What do you have ready today? Anything for combat?"
"Little." is Nelalwe's quick response. "Bestial power, flight, and a few evocations and healings are all."
Shazer'a swings sets his pack briefly on the ground, reaching into the main pouch, and he retrieves a large object, almost like multiple rods all stacked and adhered to one another out of a space that couldn't possibly hold it normally and set's it on the ground carefully. He also pulls out a smaller similar object, and something that appears to be an axe, but made of improbably materials and design, seating these on his belt in a couple of locations. Reslinging his pack and hefting the larger object, he looks to the elven woman. "I am Shazer'a of House Golion, and this is my Weesham, Nelalwe," he says as he inclines his head toward the small gnome. "I suggest you prepare yourself for a fight. The Empire is here, and with Mezzenbone on the throne, first contact will be none too gentle." Looking at Nelalwe he asks, "can you weave her?"
"As always, with time." the small gnome says with a slight exasperation to her voice. About to continue, she opens her mouth, and that is when the heaven's roar with an explosion from the docks.
Amidst the tears and wails of agony, she continues, "and it appears we do not have enough of that to matter now." Glancing at his quick gear up, eh adds, "you're trying very hard these last couple of years and colonizations to get to your shiny body sooner rather than later!
Casting another grimace and ignoring that last jibe, even Shazer'a flinches when the explosion occurs, and then he sighs and puts his head down briefly. "And so the fall of this world begins. Let us pray to the Warrior that they are not using orbital bombardment and go see if we can do anything to aid these poor people." Looking at the elven woman, "if you can fight and desire to see your home world undestroyed by Asemet, I suggest you come with us and do what you can, but do not expect to live through this..." And with that Shazer'a begins to move off towards the docks.
