crazy_monkey1956
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OOC: Scrag's still waiting on info revelation from the DM. 
Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)
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Rosalia looks at all present and listens to their comments. She nods to Tuk's proposal. "'Heavy Hands' is right in my opinion, we need to understand more things before venturing into the place. Like: were some strangers seen recently, are there any local legends, has the town something of value that someone may want to get.. I don't know.. but we need to investigate, and I'm happy to have a go at that.." she says as she removes her hat revealing more of her curly hair before spinning the hat around her hand.
She walks to the priest. "Your.. Holyness, what do you think? Who could provide some answers to these questions? Do you know yourself of some old legends about this place or its surroundings? Is someone locally knowledgeable?.."
Yttermayn
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John
John remembers some obscure reference to the "places between the planes" or "places beyond the planes" that he saw once before his master came and shut the book, harshly chiding him for looking into dangerous things beyond his ability to understand. There was a drawing of what appeared to be a man with a mass of tentacles coming out of his stomach.
As far as having a moment to speak to the priest, John realizes that if he intends to have the priests undivided attention, he should wait until the others are finished and on thier way out. At least, that's what Grampy Hans would say.
Everyone
As Rosalia spins her hat, the arrow that had been stuck through the band fell out and clattered to the floor. The priest answers Rosalia's question. "About the only thing of note ever to happen out here is an ancient wizards battle some thousands of years ago. We're just too remote to have had much of anything else happen in recent history. But I think the young lady is right. There is something more to this than a cranky ogre. The hills up there... they feel different. They feel... eeevil." he adds with a flourish. The sunlight from the window darkens markedly at just that moment, as if to emphasize the priests words.
John remembers some obscure reference to the "places between the planes" or "places beyond the planes" that he saw once before his master came and shut the book, harshly chiding him for looking into dangerous things beyond his ability to understand. There was a drawing of what appeared to be a man with a mass of tentacles coming out of his stomach.
As far as having a moment to speak to the priest, John realizes that if he intends to have the priests undivided attention, he should wait until the others are finished and on thier way out. At least, that's what Grampy Hans would say.
Everyone
As Rosalia spins her hat, the arrow that had been stuck through the band fell out and clattered to the floor. The priest answers Rosalia's question. "About the only thing of note ever to happen out here is an ancient wizards battle some thousands of years ago. We're just too remote to have had much of anything else happen in recent history. But I think the young lady is right. There is something more to this than a cranky ogre. The hills up there... they feel different. They feel... eeevil." he adds with a flourish. The sunlight from the window darkens markedly at just that moment, as if to emphasize the priests words.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
John remains silently on the pew whilse awaiting for the time that the priest is finally alone.
Yttermayn
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OOC: Note that CM made an edit to his previous post, and Scrag has left the main room for the moment. I am going to let the rest of you get a post in before moving on, and will deal with Scrag and John in the meantime. Tomorrow I start my work cycle again, so I can't promise rapid posting rate.
Scrag
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[sblock=Seriously, it's for CM!]
[sblock=Yeah, I know I stole this whole nested sblock idea from him, it's only fair...]
[sblock=DUDE. Not cool. Go no further.]
[sblock=Persistant little bugger, ain't yea?]
[sblock=Fine, have it your way. Cheater.]
Scrag takes a moment to remember where he hid the tube. Finally the little moth inside his mind flies into the candle flame and explodes into brief brilliance! Scrag reaches into the comode and grabs the tube stuck to the underside of the seat with a wad of chewed-up tar. Cracking open the top, he finds there is nothing inside. Suddenly a voice like the man's who gave Scrag the tube issues from the end of the tube. "Scrag, I had hoped that you would never need this tube, but something has happened. I have watched the area you live near for some time. It has a bad feeling to it. I chose you to be my hands and eyes in the area because you are unique. Ironically, in overcoming your races base nature, you have shown great resiliance in resisting the corruption which I fear you must now face. I am sending someone to aid you in investigating the events which I am sure you must be aware of now. This person will support you with his or her strengths, and you will need to support him or her with yours, both physical and mental. The person who arrived with the arrow is your partner. Other individuals of exceptional talent may also show up. I have seeded nearby areas with rumors and easily eavsdropped conversations designed to draw potential allies to you. Good luck, Scrag. I will be watching and will send you assistance as I am able. One more thing, I have included a gift in the tube..." At that moment, a small, thin ring, too small for Scrags fingers, falls out of the tube. "It is a fang ring. Place it over one of your fangs. I assure you, it won't slip off and be swallowed! Gnash your teeth to activate it's magic. The magic will help you in those times you need to think more clearly and... Oh damn!" There is the sound of some scraping and the clonk of the scroll tube, and the voice, now slightly exasperated finishes "<sigh> If anything I've said confuses you, put the ring on your fang, gnash your teeth, shake the tube three times and listen to the message again." There is a corking sound, and then silence.
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Scrag
[sblock=Crazy Monkey's eyes only]
[sblock=Seriously, it's for CM!]
[sblock=Yeah, I know I stole this whole nested sblock idea from him, it's only fair...]
[sblock=DUDE. Not cool. Go no further.]
[sblock=Persistant little bugger, ain't yea?]
[sblock=Fine, have it your way. Cheater.]
Scrag takes a moment to remember where he hid the tube. Finally the little moth inside his mind flies into the candle flame and explodes into brief brilliance! Scrag reaches into the comode and grabs the tube stuck to the underside of the seat with a wad of chewed-up tar. Cracking open the top, he finds there is nothing inside. Suddenly a voice like the man's who gave Scrag the tube issues from the end of the tube. "Scrag, I had hoped that you would never need this tube, but something has happened. I have watched the area you live near for some time. It has a bad feeling to it. I chose you to be my hands and eyes in the area because you are unique. Ironically, in overcoming your races base nature, you have shown great resiliance in resisting the corruption which I fear you must now face. I am sending someone to aid you in investigating the events which I am sure you must be aware of now. This person will support you with his or her strengths, and you will need to support him or her with yours, both physical and mental. The person who arrived with the arrow is your partner. Other individuals of exceptional talent may also show up. I have seeded nearby areas with rumors and easily eavsdropped conversations designed to draw potential allies to you. Good luck, Scrag. I will be watching and will send you assistance as I am able. One more thing, I have included a gift in the tube..." At that moment, a small, thin ring, too small for Scrags fingers, falls out of the tube. "It is a fang ring. Place it over one of your fangs. I assure you, it won't slip off and be swallowed! Gnash your teeth to activate it's magic. The magic will help you in those times you need to think more clearly and... Oh damn!" There is the sound of some scraping and the clonk of the scroll tube, and the voice, now slightly exasperated finishes "<sigh> If anything I've said confuses you, put the ring on your fang, gnash your teeth, shake the tube three times and listen to the message again." There is a corking sound, and then silence.
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Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"you mean that sudden darkening of the sun just now?" John shivers "you know, I seam my grandpa Hans wonce telling me of a gret battle between a powerful dragon and a mage. I remember the mage used a sword and staff...a staff much like that one there." he points to the staff below the sunburst in the temple.
Voda Vosa
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"Probably a cloud, I just was curious about the timing. Perfect coincidence with his... priestliness prophetic words." Tuk says, simply, shrugging
"Are we ready now? We have nothing more to do here... Oh I was forgeting the troll. What was his name again? Scum? Scor? Grag?.... Greg?"
"Are we ready now? We have nothing more to do here... Oh I was forgeting the troll. What was his name again? Scum? Scor? Grag?.... Greg?"
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