World of Low'verok

[Starman]

"He's..*swallows* slightly bigger than I expected." He whispers to Syrrian beside him, then looks over to Elexia expectantly as she begins to adress the beast, trusting in her judgement.

Syrrian leans over to Rokelsh and says lightly, "He's certainly bigger than the little lizards you're used to terrorizing."

Looking around, he sees Syrrian drawing his sword. Pointing at the sword, he whispers: "Uhm, dear elf friend, what exaclty were you planning on doing with that? It doesn't seem like it'll do much besides anger him more."

"Ah, yes, but if I anger him to death..." Syrrian says with a wink.

As the dragon begins to become violent, Syrrian decides it is time to protect himself a bit better and casts Mage Armor.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia gathers herself up and stands facing Skord again. "Mother let this work as I intend it to." She says and Pulls out a scroll of Magic Circle against Evil. She says the prayer hoping the magic of the spell will shut off the telepathic bombardment. Of course if he is indeed evil himself the spell will only effect Elexia.

 

[Thels]

After seeing Whitefire collapse like that, Dariel peers at the Dragon from the corner of his eyes, his back soeaked with sweat of fear, before he runs over to Whitefire, and starts channeling a Protection from Evil from the mighty Pelor down on the kneeling druid.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Damien, you call upon the light of Pelor to surround the druid, and a beam of sunlight seems to pierce the clouds and cover her. She raises her head, her face no longer showing agony.*

"Thank you priest," she says gratefully. Looking up, her face is stricken as she sees Elexia trying to protect herself and the dragon from some kind of harm. Gasping in terror, Whitefire's body writhes.

*Damien, you see her crocodile headress and armor seems to merge with her skin. Her head and teeth lengthen and her legs shorten. She grows bony armor and a long, scaly tail. Where was once a cringing druid now stands an eight-foot long crocodile with two vipers on its back. Quickly she slides out from her shelter and begins running toward Skord.*

*Syrrian, you cast your spell, and the blue force of your magical armor closes in around your form, offering you a bit more protection from the possible battle to come.*

*Elexia, you cast you spell, but feel it fold in around you, protecting you and trying to force out the dragon. It appears that he still holds evil in his heart.*

*Skord throws his head back and whips his tattered wings back and forth, stirring up a rain of dirty water that dampens everything in the area. He continues to howl nigh-incoherant ravings about "pain" and "voices." But suddenly he says a single lucid sentence.*

"My daughter came to me, I keep her for only me to see!"

*Then he whips his head down and crashes one huge claw on top of Elexia, crushing her into the mud. Bringing his head down so that his huge eye can stare right at her, he breathes raggedly. Though Elexia is pinned, she doesn't look too hurt, though it's obviously she could be very shortly.*

OOC: Elexia take 5 points of damage.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Elexia tries her best to keep her composure. Her head saying that he's evil and must be destroyed and her heart saying he's a wounded beast. "Skord!" She says spitting out mud and water. "If you kill me I cannot aid you. I only want to help!"

 

[Thels]

Seeing the fellow cleric pinned in a nasty situation, Damien will slowly walk up to her, dropping his mace and showing empty hands, trying not to anger the dragon. If the dragon looks at Damien, he'll stand still. Otherwise he'll move up to Elexia, kneel down and aid her with Pelor's might, staying silent save for the prayers to his deity.

OOC: Casting Aid at Elexia, unless the dragon starts inspecting Damien.

 

[Jemal]

Rokelsh advances to where Elexia is standing, hand on the hilt of his sword "Is she allright?" He asks of Damien as he comes to a stop beside them. It's clear on his face that he's barely holding in his temper.

 

[Guest 11456]

Gaoi Gustwig : Air Genasi Wizard 2

Not sure what to do, Gaoi moves up close to Elexia and tries to recall anything that could be of use (Knowledge [arcana] +10, Knowledge [monsters] +10, Spellcraft +10).

 

[Starman]

"I would recommend against hurting Elexia, Skord. She is our friend and we will defend her," Syrrian says as he moves cautiously toward the dragon.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Damien, the dragon is not looking at you, as it is suddenly distracted by Whitefire (in crocodile form) running by his flank and into his pond. You reach the pinned priest and use the power of Pelor to aid Elexia.*

*Gaoi, after thinking hard you remember something about that rainbow display that had played around Skord just a minute ago. There's a kind of magic practiced primarily by dwarves, gnomes, and humans of the very far north that is known as mind magic. If it is improperly trained when the powers emerge the person so gifted can go insane as their minds are open to everyone around them. That rainbow display looked like a manifestation of mind magic.*

*Elexia, you plead to Skord while he looks away from you and back toward his pond, his claws lessening their pressure as he looks behind him. However, despite his stance, you could almost swear that he was listening to you.*

*Syrrian, at your words, Skord's head swings back toward you and he glares at you.*

"Take me away. Make it stop." he says suddenly, his voice gone to a soft rumble and its huge eyes gone wide.

OOC: Elexia take 6 temporarly hit points from aid.