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

[Scott DeWar]

"What?" the priest asks. "Oh ho ho, yes I can see, this must be quite the rare 'staff' indeed. Nope, no other staff has ever been made of plain wood before. This certain is quite the find!" he says with good-natured sarcasm.

In as serious as a tone as he can muster without beingintimidating john starts with a sigh

*Sigh* "your holiness. since i have been in this town i have had two visions of great ...emotion and strength. I have never been prone to such occurendces before in my life. I started as a humble son of a tanner. I am now an arcaneist. one vision was while i was outside ... more voices calling... the second was whil i was looking upon the beautiful
sunburst there when i ...felt ...and saw.. a great evil beeing battled by a mage with a swword dn a rather plain staff...exactly like that one there."he says nodding to the staff.

Have you ever cast a detection on any thing here in the temple before? just to know what is or isnt of being in danger of being saught by the wron person? What if the ogre and kobolds were the synthom iof a greatter evil trying to recover or steal a protective item that is preventing it from manifesting here on our world.

I have seen some very nasty creatures when I was young. one of them tore a man in two. I still have nightmeres about that. Others are of places that can be conjured from other worlds. You are a wise man and one of great knowledge, I am sure. You there fore know there is truth to what i am telling you. I came here untder the pretense of just family business so my mother would not worry about me, but my father knew i was called here by the forces of good to fight a great evil. Help me do it, your holiness. for my father. for my grand father and for those of this town that have fallen prey to this force."

He now bows to one knee and his head.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

[sblock=Secret stuff for DM]Scrag looks at the ring quizzically, then shrugs and puts it on one of his teeth. He grabs a small sack and puts the scroll case in it, as well as any other supplies he might have, then ties the sack to the belt that holds up his breeches.[/sblock]

Scrag emerges from the back, a small sack tied to his waist. He ignores everyone else in the room and heads straight for Rosalia, pointing at her, "You. Scrag guard you. We go."

He turns to the rest of the group and points at them, "You. Follow."

With that, Scrag stands next to Rosalia protectively, apparently finished speaking.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"That's it, Scrag was the name. You are a decided fellow, although it seems we are not finish here, so you'll have to wait greeny." Tuk says, stoically. Impossible to tell if he was joking, or menacing... or neither.

 

[Amaury]

OOC: I hate this time zone differences.. i always post late!

Roderic automatically scoops up the arrow and hands it to its owner

Rosalia smiles warmly and picks the black arrow with her delicate fingers. "Oh! Thank you Roderic.. You're a galant man.." she says as she attempts to fix the arrow on her hat again.

a great evil beeing battled by a mage with a swword dn a rather plain staff...exactly like that one there."he says nodding to the staff.

Rosalia listens with interest to John's words. A wizard? A sword and a staff? Versus evil forces? A dragon? And the priest seems to confirm his vision.. hum..

Scrag emerges from the back, a small sack tied to his waist. He ignores everyone else in the room and heads straight for Rosalia, pointing at her, "You. Scrag guard you. We go."

Lost in her thoughts with John's revelations, Rosalia is scared as the troll closes on her! She drops her hat, steps back awkwardly and puts a hand to her rapier instinctively! "Don't touch me!" she squeals with disgust as he points his finger at her.
As she realizes what Scrag said, she looks confused. Him??.. No... impossible.. she thinks.
"Err.. you protect me?? Thanks but as I said to Grok, I'm a big girl.. and.. you're a.. troll!!" she can't help saying.


OOC: lol it's good fun!

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

The troll sticks a thumb in his chest and says, "Scrag," in a tone that seems to indicate that he thinks of the word "troll" as an insult.

 

[Voadam]

Jakobee Cyr

"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.

"Whether it is an evil being, chaos magic, or a curse that is warping animals and twisting them into abominations, it must be investigated."

 

[Yttermayn]

John
"Well, if you think it important to your quest, by all means, take it. I have prayed for and used a magic detection orison, and it revealed nothing that I wasn't expecting. On several accounts, even. I can always carve another haft for the Pelor relic." the priest offers. He looks thoughtful, and then John can sense him closing himself off a little mentaly, going into his councelor mode. "I am sorry to hear of your traumatic upbringing. Have you tried praying to Pelor to ease your emotional burdens? I am sure he will bless you in your quest."
Scrag
[sblock=secret stuff for CM]The ring slides onto the tooth, and once it stops, it no longer wiggles, as if it were perfectly made to fit the fang that Scrag placed it on.[/sblock]

 

[maddmic]

Grok was an impatient fellow and had wanted to go as soon as he learned the plight of the village. As they stood in the temple and more gathered, his impatience grew. He remembered being chastened at his home temple in the fact that he was so impatient. It was then that John spoke and as if it were soothing to the half-orc.

He realized that while the situation was dire, it was more wise to attempt to rectify the situation with more than just Roderic and himself. He further understood that there could very well be more to the story at hand than clearly visable. He just didn't like puzzles. He was never good at them, thus he came to dislike them. Strongly. He listened as the priest and John conversed. He allowed what could be construed as a small smile cross his face. Pelor was good. He had brought much assistance to Roderic and Grok. This help was apparently much needed and very appreciated, even the troll.

Suddenly, the half-orc sat back at the table and as if answering his mentor absent-mindedly, he mumbled. "Grok understand. Must wait. Not like it, but must wait."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"you have detected on the staf and found notheng? Then I have to wonder what the vision meant? I promise that if i return alive, I will either return that one on make a better one, if you will allow me to explore the meaning of the vision. "

"Have you tried praying to Pelor to ease your emotional burdens? I am sure he will bless you in your quest."

*sigh* Before John's eyes he wees a memory of his smiling grandfather's face. he then bowson one knee and prays silently. when he is finished, he awaits a blessing from he priest.

 

[Amaury]

The troll sticks a thumb in his chest and says, "Scrag," in a tone that seems to indicate that he thinks of the word "troll" as an insult.

"Yes I know you're Scrag.. but.. oh, nevermind! but don't get that close to me Scrag." replies Rosalia with a certain disdain or disgut. She was really having difficulties staying that close to a Troll.

Recovering her hat once again, she asks the priest: "Should we decide to go to these hills, how long would the journey take and do we need to get special equipment, like ropes, grapples, etc.."

After she gets the priest's answer she says to the group: "I'd like to try the local inn and maybe some of the older population to investigate a bit.. anyone joining me?"