Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)
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Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
a knock on the door and a human is at the doorenters. he is wearing an explrer's outfit with worn marks where a backpack's straps would normally be. the clothing other wise looks to be in good repair and somewhat clean. his 6 foot two inch 230 lb frame is topped bu a head of curly brown hair and seems to be recently freshened from long travel.
though he is smiling when he opens the door he seems to be somewhat mournful.
"sorry to intrude. John. john tannerson. I was paying respect at a gre sight outside when i thought i heard something by that window there. I guess I was wrong. Is there someone here willing to tell me how the furrier died last week or so?"
though he is smiling when he opens the door he seems to be somewhat mournful.
"sorry to intrude. John. john tannerson. I was paying respect at a gre sight outside when i thought i heard something by that window there. I guess I was wrong. Is there someone here willing to tell me how the furrier died last week or so?"
Yttermayn
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"Are you sure?" The priest asks. "It was... grisly. No doubt the work of an ogre." The priests face is solemn.
The room around John blurs again for a moment. He sees a great Red Wyrm, surrounded by lesser beings bowing in worship before it. He sees a hero that bears striking resemblance to his grandfather, holding an exquisite sword in his right hand and a brilliant staff in his left, gleaming with power. Again the blurring effect fades at the center first and works its way to the edge of his vision until all is normal. John finds he is staring at a large golden Pelorian sunburst, attached to the end of an unremarkable looking pole stuck into a stand next to a podium.
The room around John blurs again for a moment. He sees a great Red Wyrm, surrounded by lesser beings bowing in worship before it. He sees a hero that bears striking resemblance to his grandfather, holding an exquisite sword in his right hand and a brilliant staff in his left, gleaming with power. Again the blurring effect fades at the center first and works its way to the edge of his vision until all is normal. John finds he is staring at a large golden Pelorian sunburst, attached to the end of an unremarkable looking pole stuck into a stand next to a podium.
"'Heavy hands?' Nice name. A real pleasure to meet you 'Heavy Hands'.. replies Rosalia. She then turns to Roderic: "A pleasure too, priest.. I was coming to.. pay my respects to Pelor and also meet someone.." she says rearranging her hat slightly.
hmm why is it in this world that priests seem to be the only galant men?! thinks Rosalia, before being somewhat brushed aside by John's appearance.
hmm why is it in this world that priests seem to be the only galant men?! thinks Rosalia, before being somewhat brushed aside by John's appearance.
Roderic looks curiously at the newcomer, who seemed to go blank for a moment, before answering the woman. "Alas, lady, I am no priest... should you need spiritual guidance, either the Holy Father" he gestures to the priest "or my friend Brother Grok" he points to the half-orc "can help you. I am trained as a warrior. But I should be flattered that I look more like a healer than a slayer." His hazel-green eyes glitter with humor. "May I ask who it is you seek?"
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"grisly you say..." John looks to the lady and gentleman speaking, "I am very sorry. I interrupted at least one conversation here." Holy father," he addresses the priest that answered his question," I wish to speak further, when there is a spare moment."
He then sits on one of the pews staring at the sunburst on a pole, a simple humble pole. he stares, contemplating the visionof his grandfather fighting an ancient evil ... sword in one hand, staff inanother. were there similarities in the pole and his staff?......lesser beings worshiping a great wyrm red dragon...kolbolds perhaps?......
He then sits on one of the pews staring at the sunburst on a pole, a simple humble pole. he stares, contemplating the visionof his grandfather fighting an ancient evil ... sword in one hand, staff inanother. were there similarities in the pole and his staff?......lesser beings worshiping a great wyrm red dragon...kolbolds perhaps?......
maddmic
Explorer
Grok rolls his eyes as more people continue to show up. When Roderic explains that he is not a priest the half-orc nods. "Yes. He holy warrior, Grok priest. And Grok still ready to go."
Not knowing if he just insinuated that the lady should go with them or not, he ensures clarification. "Grok not mean you go. Pretty lady stay here, not get hurt."
Not knowing if he just insinuated that the lady should go with them or not, he ensures clarification. "Grok not mean you go. Pretty lady stay here, not get hurt."
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Thrindar : Male Dwarf Wizard (Evoker) 1
As the woman and man enter in turn, Toby sniffs them as well. After a bit the dwarf clears his throat. "Shall we go then? I was under the impression that the matter was quite urgent. Is this true or should we wait a few more days before taking care of the ogre and kobold problem?" This last bit is meant as sarcasm to those that can spot it as Thrindar asks his question with a grimace.
As the woman and man enter in turn, Toby sniffs them as well. After a bit the dwarf clears his throat. "Shall we go then? I was under the impression that the matter was quite urgent. Is this true or should we wait a few more days before taking care of the ogre and kobold problem?" This last bit is meant as sarcasm to those that can spot it as Thrindar asks his question with a grimace.
Voadam
Legend
"Jakobee Cyr." The dusky skinned man says as he smiles and gives Rosalia a courtly bow. "And I will help out. It sounds like a curse is upon the land" A small smile crosses his face. "and it is within my blood to fight such evils."
ooc [sblock]Any planar or religious knowledge lore on similar mutated animals? Demon warpings? Chaos gods? Far Realms?[/sblock]
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