Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2

Roderic Asturien

Undaunted by his nightmares, the young paladin arises early and goes down on one knee, his sword-point in the ground before him, to pray to Heironeous for guidance, an thank him for the chance to fight this evil.
 

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"Eeeeeek!!!!" cries Rosalia out as her nails and hair grow suddenly.

She then turns her face slowly and menacingly towards John. Her eyes are filled with an immense furor!

"John??... John???.. stop that, now!"

If some were still asleep, they're not anymore!


ooc: nice one Scott :p
 

John buries his face deeper into his book both times his name is called, but jumpsout of his hiding only to be caught with the biggest grin on his face!

"What?" He asks innocently. "You may want to trim those Rose."
 

Tuk

Tuk is violently awaken by Rosalia's screams. Still half sleep the warrior springs to his feet, weapon in hand and hair in disarray. "Wha? What's going on?!"
 

Grok, Half-Orc Cleric2, AC 17 HP XX/20???

"Rosie have female problems?" says a half-awake Grok as he stretches.
 
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John buries his face deeper into his book both times his name is called, but jumpsout of his hiding only to be caught with the biggest grin on his face!

"What?" He asks innocently. "You may want to trim those Rose."


"Very - funny!" replies Rosalia dryly. "Stop this and prepare spells for what may lie in that pond overther. I overheard some noises during the night.."


Rosalia looks at Scrag as he makes his suggestion and replies: "that's a really really kind offer my dear Scrag but I fear these hair and nails aren't exactly real.."
 

"Oh they are very real. You will just need to trim the rough edge off from when they broke and you will have your beautiful nails again."

He tries to sound cool and collected, but there is a slight quiver in his voice.
 

Rosalia shakes her head in disbelief and just resumes eating her breakfast, somehow adjusting her movements to feed herself properly due to the long nails.

Once she's finished, she cleans herselg a bit, tidies up her backpack.

She then stands up and draws her dagger.

She walks towards John with determination, dagger in hand. Her beautiful green eyes express no anger anymore, just a dead cold expression.
 


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