NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: If you haven't played D&D doesn't matter, it's just a fantasy RP where people controll heros (elves, fighters, mages, dwarfs, rogues, halflings, clerics, etc.) if you think of anything else put it in. I will fill in the part of any character or monster that isn't one of you (hopefully).

IC:
To Whom it may concern,
Whoever you may be this letter may concern you. I, president of Scientific Discovery, would like any Hero style characters to rescue my dearest daughter from the dragon who has captured her.
The reason you may want to do this is that dragons tend to hoard treasure and i'm only interested in getting my daughter back, any treasure you can split between you.
Thank you Heros,
President Mikolf of Scientific Discovery.

OOC: it would be useful if in the group there were at least one fighter, and some sort of magic user, elf or mage, because they will come up against resistance.

Braun looked the letter over. "What do you think Marciel?" He thought.
"I think that we've been without an adventure too long." The minidrag thought back.
"Right then, we'd best be off."

Finishing the response, Braun stood up, Marciel on his shoulder as usual. After checking to see that everything was in place, including all his hidden throwing knives, Braun picked up his staff, and his autoharp. He took his double sided hooded cloak and put it on, the white side facing outward. The raised hood hid the glowing eyes, and the tiger ears buried in firery red hair. Markings on his left arm glowed faintly under his sleeve, matched by a glow from identical markings on his staff. At six foot eight, he had to duck under the doorway.

To President Mikolf of Scientific Discovery, I am a Bard by trade, though I am also a more than capable fighter. I offer the services of myself and my bond-partner in the rescuing of your daughter. The last of the Spellsingers will arrive shortly.
From Braun, Master Bard of Sabina

Dear Mr. Mikolf:

I am deeply saddened by this tragic turn of events, and happily may be able to help you. As director of my country's OSS, this sound like the perfect oppurtunity for my favorite agent, Jack Arrison. A professional mercenary fighter, he would be more than glad to rescue the girl, kill the dragon and get the money. I am sure he would accept. Consider this a begining in an extremely benificial relationship.

Director Leon Sarrin of the Confederacy of Malgorain States

OCC: If there are any limitation/rules/boundries/ect... please inform me as soon as possible

Dear Mr. Mikolf:

I am deeply saddened by this tragic turn of events, and happily may be able to help you. As director of my country's OSS, this sound like the perfect oppurtunity for my favorite agent, Jack Arrison. A professional mercenary fighter, he would be more than glad to rescue the girl, kill the dragon and get the money. I am sure he would accept. Consider this a begining in an extremely benificial relationship.

Director Leon Sarrin of the Confederacy of Malgorain States

OCC: If there are any limitation/rules/boundries/ect... please inform me as soon as possible

Dear Mr. Mikolf:

I am deeply saddened by this tragic turn of events, and happily may be able to help you. As director of my country's OSS, this sound like the perfect oppurtunity for my favorite agent, Jack Arrison. A professional mercenary fighter, he would be more than glad to rescue the girl, kill the dragon and get the money. I am sure he would accept. Consider this a begining in an extremely benificial relationship.

Director Leon Sarrin of the Confederacy of Malgorain States

OCC: If there are any limitation/rules/boundries/ect... please inform me as soon as possible

OOC: Limitations: Don't go over the top with magic, make it believable. Usual RP things. Have fun! I will RP the monsters/other things you meet, so I won't have a character as such.
IC: Dear Leon Sarrin and Broun,
Thank you for your reply to my plea for help. If you meet me in the mountains above the capitol I can describe fully what I require you to do.
There is a great pub up in the mountains called the Snowy Owl I think we should meet there.
See you there,
Mikolf.

Greetings Mikolf.
A great tragedy has befallen you, and we express our deepest sympathy. Our head mage, Kol'irae, head of the order of the platinum robe, bearer of the ring of Tschalnof, receiver of many medals and awards for services rendered, shall attend to your cause. He shall begin travel immediately, you may expect him before the day is out.

~Empress Katarina of Derieties

Katarina signs the letter with a flourish and hands it to the nearest imp. "Take this to Mikolf immediately." The imp, trembling, nods as it takes the letter, and fades out of existence, teleporting to Mikolf's palace.

"Thank god." mumbles Katarina, "We'll finally have that pompus Kol'Irae off our hands. I swear, if he survives this and demands another medal, i seperate his head from his shoulders myself!"

Braun pushed open the door to the Snowy Owl. Hooded eyes surveyed the room. Seeing the person he had been looking for, Braun walked over, Marciel on his shoulder, alert for any possible danger. Braun seated himself across from Mikolf and signaled a waiter for service.
"Braun and Marciel at your service sir. We come not for money, for I have more than I could ever use, we have come for adventure and for the oppertunitty to learn."

Tag:

Enter the swordsman

A wanderer was walking down the path to the capital city of Scientific Discovery. His clothes were in fairly good condition, with no repairs needed, and he had a pair of sais tucked into his right boot. Not that the two rogues following him knew that... One of them drew a dagger. That was his cue. He back-kicked the person behind him who had drawn the dagger, and on the recoil, he pulled out the two sais.

Within a few minutes, both of the rogues weapons were lying useless on the ground, and both rogues were lying motionless next to them. They were dead. The wanderer wiped the blood from his sais, then continued walking. Bloody fools were always doing this; you'd think they'd have learned by now that attacking a seemingly unarmed, 50 year old man is about as sensible as attacking a fully armoured soldier. Especially if the 50 year old man is alone.

This particular 50 year old man was named Storian, and had been a monk for all his life, and was certainly far better at fighting than any rogue who happened to cross his path. He was comparable with some of the better fighters. So he continued to the capital city. He passed through the gates without any fuss, and headed to the palace. He was getting a little bored, and the plea sent out by the president had been, near enough, the answer to his prayers. When stopped by the palace guards, he said, "I understand your president sent out a plea for help regarding his daughter. I have come to answer it."

"Nice to meet you finally Braun, others will be joining us here soon. I will give you directions to the deserted outpost that used to be up this hill, untill that dragon came. It is an ex mining complex so you will find many lost pasages and caverns deep in it's depths, no doubt the dragon has burrowed deeper into the heart of the mountain aswell. I hope you survive the trip, but you seem to be up for a challenge. Can I buy you a drink as a starting thanks for the offer of helping me."

"Nice to meet you finally Braun, others will be joining us here soon. I will give you directions to the deserted outpost that used to be up this hill, untill that dragon came. It is an ex mining complex so you will find many lost pasages and caverns deep in it's depths, no doubt the dragon has burrowed deeper into the heart of the mountain aswell. I hope you survive the trip, but you seem to be up for a challenge. Can I buy you a drink as a starting thanks for the offer of helping me."

"Whiskey, neat, and a small bowl of ale for Marciel please."

"If you don't mind me asking, who or what is Marciel?"

Storian enters the inn that he was directed to by the guards. Seeing a small gathering of people, one of them being dressed in far finer clothes than anyone else in the building. He assumed that must be the group.

"Excuse me, would one of you be President Mikolf, by any chance?" he asks.

Braun reached up and scratched the back of the minidrag on his shoulder. "This is Marciel, my bond-partner."

Kol'Irae walks into the inn, a man of six feet of height, thin but muscular. His silver eyes glitter and flash in the smoky light of the inn's torches. His staff, suprisingly unadorned, leads the way as he makes his way towards Mikolf's table with chest held high and with gaudy medals proudly displayed across his even more gaudy platinum robe. "It is we, Kol'Irae of Derieties. We greet you President Mikolf." He sits, and twirling his claok over one shoulder grandiosley, calls for the finest elven mead the inn can provide.

TAG, I'll see if I have any elves available to send to a medieval RP, but the forum is being mean to me right now...I'll post it tomorrow

OOC: At the request of the guy who actually tell me to RP this nation...

[The following letter arrived with a rather disturbed looking message boy]


Dear Most Distressed P. Mikolf, ruler of Scientific Discovery.


Having recieved your letter I have become most concerned as to the reputation of my fellow dragon kind, we are (mostly) a noble, peaceful race and I would hate to think that any of my brethren would actually go as far as to kidnap princesses... as it is now deemed socially un-acceptable to do so, gold is a by far more suitable cause.

Eitherway I would like to assist yourself in the recovery of your daughter to both increase my own gold stock pile and to prove that we dragons are not the monsters many make us out to be.

I'm sure my underling Jake Smithe can handle the nation without be for a while, using his paper money to keep the populace in check...

None the less, I would like to join this noble quest for your daughter and I promise you I will endour for her safe return...


Thanks,

The most magnificant flame drake Zoltan the red.


OOC additional notes: Here is the introduction thread to my nations and a picture for reference... Yes, he's a large red dragon (and acts much like the Red Dragon from D&D) but he's more of the scemeing type then the burning type...

http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:pCf4Oi7VX1wC:www.hobbyjapan.co.jp/dd/dd.files/red_dragon.gif


introdution to Zoltan (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74601&highlight=)

Alexander Natarin strolled leisurely down the beaten path towards the grand city of Scientific Discovery. He looked upon the large butresses and battlements and smiled a grim smile.

"Another day, another job." Alexander thought to himself, kicking some loose pebbles into the stream beside him. "Maybe this one will be THE ONE, the one that will be enough to allow me to quit this wretched job and return to Valient, and to Cristina."

Alexander made his way up to the city. He was a freelance swordsman, who sold his trade to any and all who would pay a decent wage. This he did in the hopes of raising enough money to pay the dowry his lover's father demanded for her hand in marriage.

When he caught wind of this "Lost Princess", and a dragon, he did not hesitate to leave at once for the city. He had heard of the legendary "Dragon Hoards" piles and plies of gold which the dragon ate to grow new scales. However, he knew that the legends told of the furociousness of all dragons.

"Still, has to be better than Hiram (Father of Cristina)."

Alexander made his way into the city, pointed in the direction of the inn by the gate guards. When he made his way into the dark tavern, he noticed a small group of various people sitting in the corner. There was a gaudully dressed man, what looked like a bard with someone close to him, a mercenary and a monk.

Alexander sat down on a stool near them he would introduce himself in due time.

"Obviously yes. I came because I heard about your daughter. Are there any openings left in this party?"

"Greetings everyone. Do let me buy you all a drink, I can't thank you enough for turning up. As many people as want to join can go along on this quest. I should probably start by telling you why this particular dragon captured my daughter as dragons are a very honourable race and we do have a few dragon citizens in our nation.
Grimmslow, as he called himself, was... well, let's call him a free spirit, he decided that humans would make a tasty snack. After a few people dissapeared strangely someone spotted him eating the latest missing person, because he was a vampire and could see in the dark well. This brought up some conflicts, should dragons have the right to eat people? Our nation, being moslty human, decided not. So Grimmslow was banished, not liking this he captured my daughter.
So, your mission is to go and find this outlawed dragon and do whatever to him to make sure he doesn't do anything like this again.
Good luck in your quest."

Braun tossed down his drink as Marciel finished her bowl. Braun stood up, head still hooded. "I merely ask that if any of you see this staff begin to glow that you stand clear for your own sake."

Alexander sopke aloud just enough so that all gathered could hear his voice.

"My name is Alexander, and as long as you watch my back, I will watch yours..."

Alexander sopke aloud just enough so that all gathered could hear his voice.

"My name is Alexander, and as long as you watch my back, I will watch yours..."

Alexander sopke aloud just enough so that all gathered could hear his voice.

"My name is Alexander, and as long as you watch my back, I will watch yours..."

"I am Tol'Irae, head of the order of the platinum robe, bearer of the ring of Tschalnof, rightful owner of the Taurnal staff of power, member of the order of the red eyes, head summoner and mage of Derieties. Protect me, and i shall grace thee all with the protection of my mighty powers!"

ooc: note to all: he isnt really all that powerful. i mean, he has power, but his ego thinks it to be tens of times greater than it really is.

"I try and avoid alcohol when I can. Thank you for the offer though," Storian says. "Do you have any idea where this outlaw dragon is likely to be? Any places of personal importance, for example?"

"This dragon has been seen going in and out of the old mining outpost about two miles uphill from here. We think the dragon probably is down the mines because it used to be a gold mine, and we all know what dragons think of gold. If you left now you would be able to make it before dark, even though that won't matter once you're inside. There will probably be some torches and oil in the entrance, feel free to use or keep anything you find, except my daughter of course. Everything was abandoned as soon as the orcs and goblins decided they would live there. The dragon has probably eaten most of them though so I wouldn't worry about hords of orcs. Good luck!"

Braun rubbed his chin in thought. "A simple pathfinding spell should work. I can manage that once we get there without a problem."

OOC: didn't notice it had been posted when I made my next post...

OOC: didn't notice the double post

"Well; I'm ready when everyone else is," Storian says, still perfectly calm.

I have already slain the dragon and taken everything for myself including you daughter. I go up 700 levels and win

OOC: Whoever you are I think I can speak for everyone here when I say, Get Lost!

OOC: Whoever you are I think I can speak for everyone here when I say, Get Lost!

"I'll leave you brave heroes now. Good luck!"
Mikolf left the inn and rode back down over the foothills towards the city. He really hoped they would succede in their task, he missed his daughter very much.

Tol'Irae says "We should all meet at the entrance to the mines. If anyone needs to do anything in town, they should go forth now." He reaches into his robe and pulls out a small object. a flash of a black material can be seen, but no definite shape can be seen. He mutters a few words, and in a puff of acrid smoke and a flash of light he dissapears.

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From behind the inn wehre he had teleported to, Tol'Irae calls his steed forth from the figurine he held, mounts upon the nightmare, and rides off up the mountain to the entrance of the mines.

Braun walked up the road towards the mountain, Marciel on his shoulder. His senstitive hearing picked up the clink of metal on metal coming from the forest to one side of the road.
"Marciel, we have company, three men I think, all with swords."
"His Lordship again?"
"Most likely, though I suppose they could be regular bandits."
Further speculation stopped as a trio of men stepped from the forest and blocked the road. As Braun had thought, they were all wearing swords, and one of them carried a longbow. Braun held up his hands in a gesture of peace as he addressed them in the first language he'd ever learned. "Gentlemen, I assume you're here on the business of Lord Mountbatten?"
As of yet they had not drawn their weapons. The man standing on the left spoke. "If you're the demon with the tiger ears who carries a mini-drag then I suggest you surrender. At least that way I promise you a quick and painless death."
Braun raised an unseen eyebrow. "And if I choose the other way?"
The man gave a smile more suited to a famished wolf finding fresh prey than a human face. "We cut you apart a piece at a time."
"I'm not going with you gentlemen, most especially since it is his Lordship who has wronged me, not the other way around. I will give you one chance to leave peacefully, should you fail to accept it, the consequences will be upon your heads, and your heads alone."
The man and his companions gave an evil laugh. "I was hoping you'd want to do this the hard way, it's been too long since my blade tasted blood." With that two of the men started to draw their swords while the third brought his bow up. Before any of them had more than half drawn Braun's arm lept out, throwing Marciel at one man, while throwing a pair of knives at the other men. The man with the bow dropped it as one of the knives found it's mark in his shoulder, the man on the right dropped his sword as a knife lodged in his wrist. The third man only managed to take a couple of wild swings at Marciel before her tail lashed out and he dropped to the ground.
"How long did you put him out for Marciel?"
"He should be out cold for at least a week."
"Good."
"Gentlemen, I suggest you take your comrade and yourselves far away from here and never bother me again. The only reason any of you live is that I have an innate dislike for killing." Braun threw the hood of his cloak back and his eyes narrowed as his voice dropped from a conversational tone to one that would freeze the heart of even the stoutest warrior. "Next time we meet I will not be so forgiving. Now leave!"
The men hardly stopped to pull the knives from their bodies and retireve their weapons with their good hands before awkwardly dragging their comrade away. Braun stooped to pick up his knives as Marciel settled herself back on his shoulder. Pulling his hood back up, Braun wiped the blades clean on a spare piece of cloth before resuming his journey.

OOC Is it not to late to join? For I would like to join, I have a current guy I am using that would be fun im sure.. muhahahah..

But if it is possible may I still join?

OOC: I'll vouch for him, he's a good player, and his character is well suited for this RP. I should know, Me, him and someone else have had an RP going for three straight months now, and we're onto our second thread.

OOC: Well, it is an open RP; so there is no reason why not...

IC:
"I've got all the equipment I need," Storian says, pulling various tools out of different pockets and folds in his clothing. This includes a pair of sais, five pitons, a hand-crossbow (think a crossbow the size and shape (near enough) of a pistol), and a case of 30 bolts. He pulls the bag off his back, and pulls out a twenty foot (six meters) length of rope, and enough food and water to last him personally for five days, along with cooking utensils (he had been assuming that everyone else would have the sense to bring some food of their own).

OOC: yep, by all means join, you know the story so far.
IC: Just in front of Braun a deer ran across the path, with a couple of goblins chasing it. Being averagely stupid and not used to daylight the goblins didn't notice Braun at all. They had crudely made spears which they were handling with extreme incompetance, they had no armour to speak of, just some ripped rags for clothes. They dissapeared into the bushes very quicky, in pursuit of the deer.

"Want to have some fun Marciel before we continue?"
Marciel gave a lazy smile. "With pleasure." She thought as she took to the air and disappeared into the forest.
Braun paused to turn his cloak insideout. Now a pattern of greens and browns replaced the brillent white he usually wore. With an ease from years of traveling, Bruan slipped into the forest, moving as swiftly and silently as any ranger. Under his hood two blazing orbs narrowed to thin slits as ears flicked first one way, and then another, following the sounds of the goblins.
Another view replaced his own, this view was hovering above the chase, suddenly the view showed itself racing towards the ground, pulling up from the dive just in front of the deer. With a bound it suddenly changed direction, now running where Braun lay in wait.
As suddenly as it had arrived, the vision disappeared, and Braun's own replaced it again, a mental chuckle from Marciel accompanying it.

OOC hope you dont mind me incorporatin a little in..

IC: Varadin slowly walked up the trail, wearing his custom set of bone armor.. dragon bone armor.. (how ironic.). He was a simple human, from what eyes could tell, and he wore no helm. On his back he had a fullblade, which had words scribed down the blade. In his hands he carried a Lucerne Hammer, resting it on his shoulders. He had a horse with him, pulling a small cart slowly. It was covered, so the contents could not be seen. He came up to the main road that (ill take a shot as because I want to runinto someone already) Braun had been traveling. He halted his horse and rested on the side of the road, pulling out a pipe, and lighting it. He closed his eyes and leaned against the cart.

The deer ran past, never even noticing Braun. The goblins were not so lucky. Just as they ran past Braun stuck his staff out at ankle level. Both tripped on it. One slamming hard into a tree, when he collapsed to the ground, his head lolled at an angle that indicated his neck was broken. As the other one tried to pick itself up, Braun stepped up behind it and brought on end of his staff down on it's head with a loud crack. The back of it's skull caved in, the goblin fell back to the ground and lay still.
As Braun flipped his cloak, once again becoming a figure in almost blinding white, Marciel flapped over and landed on his shoulder.
"Too easy." Marciel thought.
"Definately."
Movement on the road caught Braun's eye before just before he stepped out onto the road. A trio of throwing knives appeared in one hand as if by magic. "Who goes there?" Braun called out.

Varadin's gray eyes skimmed over the area to see a figure in white. He whispered to himself and grinned, then yelled out, "Maybe your seeing things?" Varadin's voice seemed to glide in tone. "Or maybe your not, but if you must know i can tell you." He laughed, still leaning against the cart.

Braun gave a slight nod. "I enjoy riddles as much as any person, but you have yet to answer my question sir."
On Braun's shoulder, Marciel rustled her wings uneasily.

"Do I really? Or maybe you already know? Or what if I am not real, just a figment of your mind, just here to pester you?" Varadin smirked, "But maybe I am real, for that I am, because I am sure my questions almost have no meaning to you at the moment, for you can see through them?" He leaned his polearm against the cart and walked to the middle of the road, "I am but a simple man looking for some fun, but who are you?" He gave a slight bow, "Maybe a mage from that staff and that pseudodragon upon your shoulder? Or a weary combatant? But maybe you would rather I stopped a game of questions and went to a more, suitable, personality?" He grined, still standing in the road.

"He's insane." Marciel thought.
"Quite possibly." Braun responded with more than a hint of amusment.
A small grin crossed Braun's face, but it was a grin that would have made most people distinctly uneasy. Braun gestured with one arm. "By all means, let the questions end, and let us see these other personnalities."

Varadin grinned at the thought, and he walked over to his cart, rummaging through his stuff, pulling out a vial, shaking his head and putting it back, "So why do you walk this road?" He still rummaged through, pulling out another vial, and he grinned, but put it back, closing up his cart and grabbing his hammered polearm, walking back to the center of the road. His eyes narrowed, staring at Braun, and the hue changed from grey to a deep fierce jade. An devious grin came across his face, and he leaned against his polearm, not saying anything.

"To slay a dragon and rescue a kidnapped girl. And I might ask the same of you."

"To slay a dragon and rescue a kidnapped girl. And I might ask the same of you."

His voice became slightly deeper and not as soft to the ear as it was before, "To do what I please whenever i feel like it.." His eyes became fixed on the mini dragon upon Braun's shoulders, then back to Braun, "I tend to hunt Dragons for a simple living."

Marciel pulled back and hissed at the newcomer. Unseen beneath his hood Braun's eyes narrowed. When he spoke, his voice carried dark overtones. "If you lay one hand on her, I will see to it that your soul is ripped from your body to face an eternity of pain before being destroyed."

He grinned, and he stretched, then leaned back on his polearm, "Notice I did not say pseudodragons.." He gave another grinn, "I dont hunt the ones not worth the time.. I go for the Ancients.. or anything possibly older, maybe with an occasional adult that pisses me off." He grinned again, "So dont worry, your little baby isn't going to get hurt.."

Marciel nearly lept off Braun's shoulder at the man's last remark, and only Braun's lightning fast grabbing of her tail kept her from attacking the man.
"Calm down Marciel, he's an arrogent, son of a bitch, but people like him don't live very long without being very good at what they do."
Marciel settled back onto Braun's shoulder. "But you heard what he called me, a little baby. I'd like to get him within tail length and see what he thinks then."
"I know the feeling."
"If you continue to insult myself and my bondpartner, I can guarentee we will be exchanging more than words. I'll have you know that she is probibly older than you are. And she's certainly more polite."

Varadin laughed, walking back over to his cart, pulling out a vial ha had before, poping the top off. "Well isn't that of no concern to me? " He said with a laugh, and drank the vial down. He closed his eyes and grinned, then opened them back up, this time his eyes were a deep blue. "You aksed to see a different personality.. so you got just that." He smiled and tossed down the vial, and got his Lucrene Hammer into a ready stance, and swung at the vial, pounding it into the ground and making a nice foot deep hole or so in the ground. He picked up the shards of the vial and stuck them in a pouch in his cart. "I dont think you cared mujch for that 'side of me did you?" He laughed.

"And I think, that you sir would not care to see the other side of my personality. My patience is long, but it is not infinite, and I have business to be about. So unless you have something to say that is worth my listening, we will be leaving."

"Well one of two things," He leaned back against his cart again, "One is have fun with the dragon," he cracked his neck, "and the second is would you like someone to have for company? I wont pull any tricks on ya, just want to get a dragon thats all, I haven't been able to hunt any in a while, gets kinda borin with no hunts."

An almost smirk crossed Braun's face. "We've handled a dragon or two by ourselves in our time. But if you wish to come along, I'm sure you would find the rest of the group willing to accept your presence."

He raised an eyebro, "Group?" He sighed, "O well, give me a sec.." He reached in his cart, grabbing a strange looking bow, slinging it over his shoulder with his greatsword on his back, "Yes yes i carry a few weapons.." He smiled, "Well you lead the way." He then went to his horse and whispered to it, and it went down the road they had come on its own, "He will be fine, he knows where to go." He tought for a moment, and nodded to himself, "You lead the way."


OOC lol i believe im going to take a rest from this board so others can post...

Braun resumed his walk to the mines. The newcomer following.

Tol'Irae quickly reached the mine's entrance, encountering no troubles on the way. Well, there was that peasant, but the nightmare had trampled him so quickly that the incident hadnt held him up. He dismounts and sends his steed back to its own plane. Looking down at himself he notices spatters of that pesky peasant's blood on it. He mutters a quick cleaning spell. Unfortunately, it also cleaned all the platinum dye off. Cursing, Tol'Irae looks down at his now white robe, muttering about shoddy spellwriters and how he was too powerfull to use normal spells. Shrugging, he raises his head to the woods below and proclaims "I am Tol'Irae, master of the white order!" Unfortunately for him, the clan of bugbears that lurked just inside the forest's edge heard him all too clearly, and their disdain of his proclamation was shown by the hungry glint in their eyes and the sinister snick of swords being drawn. A full group of 21 advanced....

OOC: Anyone mind if I add a theif to our group?
IC: Velvet was following Varadin and Braun up the path completely unnoticed. Unnoticed that was untill she tried to get close enough to pick their pockets, there weren't enough people around to destract them. When they turned around she asked, "What may you be doing so far up this forbidding mountain?"

Storian heads to the mine entrance using a normal road. He walks quite quietly, certainly not loud enough to be heard much more than ten metres off. His sais are in his belt this time, as he may not have the time to pull them out of his boot. He finally arrives, without incident, at the entrance to the mine, just in time to meet near enough everybody else, and the newcomers to the group.

A blade flicked into existance in Braun's hand. "I suggest you tell us first. I have nothing against thieves in general, but I deplore it when they try and rob me. Especially when they're not smart enough to realise the minidrag on their target's shoulder has been watching them the entire time."

"I was merely practising my trade. Not very well by your comment about your seuoodo dragon, whatever that is. You look like you're on some sort of quest, I live in those caves and could help you with directions. The only reason I have survived the orcs is because i am small and know many secret passages that may be of use." Velvet said as she bowed in a fancy sort of way. "I could help in your quest, and I promise I won't try to steal from you again, anyway I was mainly heading for the other guy."

A smile crossed Braun's face. "A theif's skills are always welcome when exploring the unknown. Just see to it that the pockets you pick are not those of the other party members."

Varadin's eyes flickered to their deep jade again at Velvet, "Your lucky I dont bash your head in with this hammer for sport kid." Then his eyes flickered back to their blue, "Now lets go."

Braun's voice was conversational as he spoke to Varadin. "I'm begining to really dislike you."

Muttering a few words and tossing some iron shavings into the air, Tol'Irae releases a lightning bolt at the bugbears. 4 drop but the rest keep coming. Cursing, he launches a fireball. This takes out 8, but 9 of them remain. Unwilling to expend more spells of such power, he casts heat metal, making the bugbears wince, drop their weapons, and strip off their armor. grimly they advance. They were large and could do considerable damage with just their fists.

ooc: if someone wants to jump in, twould be a good RP opportunity, perhaps.

Varadin stopped, looking back at Braun, his voice was light and easy to the ear as before, "Not many people do because of my curse, now lets continue, I hear faint thunderclaps ahead, either someone is playing with magics or we have some sort of creature ahead.."

"Oh no, someone probably woke up the bugbears. Not a good idea at the moment. I won't be much good in a fight so some of you swordsmen should go. And Braun, I won't pick anyone's pocket in the group." With this Velvet dissapeared into the bushes and called back, "I'll be back in two minutes, just got to get my picks and usefull things."

"My all means, lead the way."

Varadin had already taken off in a sprint up the hill hearing grumbles and the such of bugbears ahead, and visibly seeing them somewhat march their way up the hill to a look-like wizard. He readied his lucrene hammer as he charged up at them, hopefully drawing the bugbears' attention from the wizard even though he was still a little ways away from them.

Following closely behind Varadin, Braun came to a stop when he was roughly fifty feet from the bugbears.
"Let us show them the power of the last of the Spellsingers." Braun said as he brought his autoharp around.
Braun's hands were a blur as they pulled and stroked the strings. Flames curled out from the autoharp, surrounding Braun and Marciel. Suddenly with a last harsh note, they lept toward the closely grouped bugbears in a cone of fire.
Three of the bugbears were reduced to ashes instantly, another three burst into flame from the mere proximity of the fire. Screaming ing pain and agony they beat futily at the flames that engulfed them, finally collapsing to the ground.

The last three that remained were not so lucky themselves, Varadin charged them still, his eyes flickering back to the deep jade, and he swung full on at one of the bugbears, smashing its head in, and Varadin lost his balance for a moment, swinging all the way around, and bringing the head of his hammer upon the stomach of another, letting go of his hammer. The force of the blow knocked the one flying back as he detatched his sword from his back. A death like feeling came from it, as the sword began to glow lightly black, and he yelled at the last bugbear, it running off screaming like a girl.

He dropped the sword and shook his head. "Damn that was too easy.." He picked up his sword, it began to glow again, and sheathed it back on his back, the glow ceasing. As Varadin walked over to his hammer impaled in a bugbears corpse, his eyes flickered back to their blue, and he pulled out his bloodcovered lucrene hammer, walking up a little bit, and looking at the mage at the entrance. "You hurt at all?"

"There, got the things I need. Did I miss anything?" Velvet looked around at all the dead bugbears and with a shrug led the way inside the main entrance hall of the mining complex.

Following closely behind Varadin, Braun came to a stop when he was roughly fifty feet from the bugbears.
"Let us show them the power of the last of the Spellsingers." Braun said as he brought his autoharp around.
Braun's hands were a blur as they pulled and stroked the strings. Flames curled out from the autoharp, surrounding Braun and Marciel. Suddenly with a last harsh note, they lept toward the closely grouped bugbears in a cone of fire.
Three of the bugbears were reduced to ashes instantly, another three burst into flame from the mere proximity of the fire. Screaming ing pain and agony they beat futily at the flames that engulfed them, finally collapsing to the ground.

OOC: i assume you've read the spellsingers series?

Tol'Irae bows to the two that had intervened in his fight, saying "I thank you for your aid. However, it was NOT nessecary." Turning in the direction the bugbear had run, he utters a single word and soon after there is a muffled WHUMP, and a fountain of bugbear parts and blood rockets into the sky.


ooc: since other people are bringing some unconventional classes into this, anyone mind if i do?

Following closely behind Varadin, Braun came to a stop when he was roughly fifty feet from the bugbears.
"Let us show them the power of the last of the Spellsingers." Braun said as he brought his autoharp around.
Braun's hands were a blur as they pulled and stroked the strings. Flames curled out from the autoharp, surrounding Braun and Marciel. Suddenly with a last harsh note, they lept toward the closely grouped bugbears in a cone of fire.
Three of the bugbears were reduced to ashes instantly, another three burst into flame from the mere proximity of the fire. Screaming ing pain and agony they beat futily at the flames that engulfed them, finally collapsing to the ground.

OOC: i assume you've read the spellsingers series?

OOC: Another Alan Dean Foster fan I see. Pleasure to meet you.

OOC i dont see why not

IC Varadin smirked, "Well thats how it works, so.." He looked over the people at the mine now, "I just follow."

Velvet came out of the entrance carrying five torches and some oil. "Look what I found in the entrance, these will be usefull seeing as it is almost dark and we are heading into the mines now." She put the torches on the ground and started covering them in oil. "Take what you want, I won't use a torch, they are too visible to my enemies and my best defence is the dark cape I wear. It helps hide me."

Braun swung his backpack around and placed it on the ground. He reached into it with one hand, his arm disappearing up to it's shoulder despite the fact that the backpack was relatively small. When it came up again it was with a bullseye lantern. "This might help." He said as he pulled his backpack on.

snickering, Tol'Irae snaps his fingers, causing a weightless globe of light to appear. He raises it into position above the party, and then leans against the entrance of the cave, waiting for everyone else to get ready.

"Very nice, but how fast can you put it out?"

"You tryin to impress someone with a ball of light?" Varadin laughed, "I can even cast better spells then that." He rested the happer on his shoulder, "And yes how quickly can you put it out?"

Braun gave a smile that was not at all pleasant. "It's not easy to slip up behind someone and slit their throat when you've got a big glowing ball of light hovering over you."

OOC: I think a description at this point would be good. Derieties, bring some unconventional classes in, it's only based on D&D.

IC:Velvet was wearing her black cloak over some small flexible leather armour, it didn't do much good, but it helped and didn't get in the way at all. Underneath a couple of glints of knives showed through, as velvet said, she wasn't a fighter but could definately slit someone's throat from behind, or cut someone's purse, which was the more common of the two.

"That's exactly why I don't carry a light, I can't do all out fair fights, I sneak and slit throats. Then I pick their pockets and all that, but moslty I avoid confrontation. However in the mines there are creatures who don't just see by the light we see." Velvet wondered if they were all too scared to follow her in. No, can't be they would have better reasons than that, they are fighters who can use magic, what have they got to fear? "You should be able to deal with them though," she looked at all of them in turn as if asessing their size against that of the monsters, "Ok, let's go."

Braun's white cloak seemed to almost float about him when he moved with nearly catlike fluidity , his movments surprisingly graceful for someone who toward over most people at six foot two. The depths of the cloak's raised hood hiding his face. A small backpack was slung over his back, and an autoharp over on shoulder. He carried quarterstaff with engraved markings, what little of his left arm could be seen showed that identical markings went up that arm. The minidrag Marciel rode on his right shoulder, wing occasionally rustling.

"Let's get this overwith, the sooner this is done, the sooner I can start writing a ballad about it."

Kol'Irae is 6ft tall, an average height for a derien. He has jet black hair except for a single streak of white down the right side. His face is sharp and harsh, defined by hy cheekbones and his unusual eye, it also is very cleanshaven. His eyes are the most unusual thing about him, they are silver. all of them. flat, emotionless,unvaryingly silver. His robes are magically molded metal. they are silent and light as cloth, yet they still retain someprotective properties, enough to at least deflect a badly aimed arrow or the odd knife slash. hung on and pinned across this robe are many medals, from gaudy gold and ruby metals to simple carved wooden ones. He gives off a pompus air of confidence and aboveness wherever he goes. he only carries 2 other things of on him (visibly) a ring and a staff. The staff is made of a dark wood, worn smooth by hundreds of years of owners. It is topped by a claw of platinum which seems to meld into the wood of the staff as if had grown that way, and it holds a gem. onlookers get an idea that the gem is pulsing and swirling, though it is not visibly doing either of those things. They also notice(if observant) that the gem is never the same color twice when they look at it. the staff seems to draw the light from the room, and is relatively sober compared to the rest of Tol'Irae. The other item of import is a ring, worn upon his right index finger. It is made of white gold swirled with red gold. it is in the shape of a phoenix, its wings in a swept back position, beak forward, and talons grasping a staff uner his fingers, the staff a perfect rendition of the one Tol'Irae carries.

With an abrupt wave of his hand, Tol'Irae's light goes out. smiling he says "that fast enough? i dont need it myself, but since you were all pulling out lights, i thought id lend a hand. very well then, shall we enter these mines?"

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Lets get this thing started.

"Since these mines could extend in all directions for miles, may I suggest the use of a trail spell?"

"Useless waste of time," says Tol'Irae, sniffing the air, "He's thataway."
Witht hese words he strides off into the mines, seeming to merge with the shadows as he enters the darkened caves.

OCC:
It's nice to see a D&D based RP on NS!

Varadin just shook his head, his eyes looking at the party of motley adventurers. "Well lets go, It's not that hard to take a dragon down."

"Marciel, would you be so kind?"
"It would be a pleasure, lets show this group of misfits how to do a job like this appropriately."
Marciel took wing and disappeared into the darkness, scouting ahead of the party, while Braun moved to cover the rear of the party. An occasional flash of Marciel's view kept him apprised of what was happening up ahead.

OCC:
It's nice to see a D&D based RP on NS! I would have readily
joined in on the hunt itself if I had found it before now. But I believe there are more then enough adventurers to take care of one dragon. If however you find your character needing supply's my characters travelling spelljammer store will be arriving very soon indeed.

IC:
Qwia Amakiir stands looking over the bow as her huge spelljammer
finally arrives high above the gold mine where many mighty hero's have come together to rescue the Princess Daughter of President Mikolf of Scientific Discovery. Having just travelled from Essembra, BattleDale in Faerun, Qwia's elven heart is glad for the opportunity to travel once again.
Suddenly from the mast above Talon, a normal looking horned owl
lands beside Qwia on the ships bow rail.
Ah Talon, my pet be a good boy & fly down into the mines and announce our arrival.
Right away Mistress, answers Talon as he wings away, diving down to
the surface, then into the mine where he quickly finds the adventures
one by one telling them of his mistresses travelling store that has arrived
just outside the mine.
Then takes up his post as Qwia's eye's & ear's in the mine. Above Qwia
smiles to herself saying; I just love a good dragon hunt!

Velvet heard the owl and looked up to the sky, she didn't need any more supplies right now, but it was nice to know some were near by. Her business may profit from such a fact.

ooc: SD, will you be playing the bad guys? if so make sure you dont unfairly favor your character velvet. Also, makesureyou include other monsters in here besides the dragon...

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OOC: Don't worry I won't include velvet in the fights hardly at all, beacause she mainly sneaks. I will use her thief skills sometimes though. I haven't posted in ages because I have found it hard to log on to the forums recently. I'll include plenty of other monsters when we get in the mines.
IC: "OK, is everyone going to follow me into the mines then? Or are you all going to stay here." Velvet said with slight impatience in her voice, and immediatly walked into the entrance. Inside was a large chamber with the usual things you would find at the entrance to a gold mine. Picks, torches, old carts. It was also quite damp and dark, but some of the people carried torches that streched out to the walls, and lit up the main tunnels deeper into the mountain.

Floating high above the mountain containing the dragon hunters, Qwia Amakiir’s Spelljammer; “ The Avarialian Lass “seemingly surveys the surrounding landscape with a commanding presence. The ships namesake is one of the most reclusive eleven subraces to ever grace the Faerun’s Landscape. In fact, most faerunians have long sense dismissed them as creatures of myth. Truth revealed “ The Avariel “ or Winged Elves still dwell in hidden enclaves, located in remote regions of Faerun.
The ship itself is of Elvish Monarch-Class Armada Design boasting an Avarial Bow Spirit, which was retired from the Evermeet Aerial Navy and sold to the Amakiir Family by Queen Amlaruil herself. She has seven decks, the main deck, the crew deck, the command deck, the observation deck, and the Citadel, which sits on the weapons deck, the roof of which is a small flight deck for V.I.P. access.
The Avarialian Lass has been modified by the Amakiir Family with specially designed ballista of varied sizes, which hurtle razor sharp disks that spin as they fly towards their intended target. These are backed up by specially designed catapults that actually hurtle huge magical 10d20 fireballs generated by their own small magical helm. These and other unmentioned improvements give the Lass all the protection she needs.
The aft main deck has been transformed into the largest mobile magics store in all Of Faerun.. Here you can purchase nearly any type of magical item, potion, or weapon known to Faerun for a price.
The Lass’ Captain; Ielenia Xiloscient is of Avarial background who hails from “The Aerie of the Snow Eagles “, a Crystal Citadel located somewhere in the Remote Mountains of distant Sossal. She is a Licensed Spelljammer Captain, as well as an accomplished Sorceress/Cleric, Spell Sword, & High Ranking Officer of the Chosen, which is the elven military group of BattleDale. Ielenia naturally commands respect from her crew of fourteen hundred for all of the above-mentioned reasons.
Thamior Meliamne is the Captain of the Chosen Guard Unit stationed on the Lass. He commands two hundred of Essembra’s Finest Fighters that are all members of The Chosen. They are responsible directly to Qwia and secondly to Ielenia.
Laucian Galanodel is the Senior Wizard aboard the Lass, who commands one hundred high level wizards. It is these wizards job to replenish all the magical helms on
board the Lass, as well as defend her with magic spells in a fight.
Serena MornBringer is the Senior Arcane Archer aboard the Lass, she commands a force of two hundred other Arcane Archers. It is the responsibility of these archers to make personalized ranged attacks on enemies attacking the Lass.
Aust Amakiir, elder half brother to Qwia, who is a avarialian / sun elf half breed and Silaqui Nailo better known as Nightbreeze are the resident agents for acquiring hard to find items.

High above the everyday operation of the Lass, Qwia is now in her quarters in the Citadel monitoring the ensuing dragon hunt progressing within the mountain below through her owl familiar Talon.

(Qwia Amakiir was born on Evermeet & raised in the Elven Court of Cormanthor Forrest, which is northeast of Essembra, Battledale. Qwia is an accomplished Sorceress & Mind Bender who is extremely proficient with the sword & bow as is most elves. She is a young legend amoung the Sun Elves of Cormanthor, and the peoples of BattleDale. As a archer & swordswoman she moves with astounding speed, mixed with the fluid grace of the elven people. Which when combined with her mind bending abilities her foe’s learn quickly that she is much more then is readily apparent from what her petite, slim, five ft. two inch frame might suggest at first glance..
Qwia is a hauntingly beautiful sun elven lass with long blonde hair & electric blue eyes that twinkle with life. She is fun loving, enjoys relaxing and spending time with her friends. She has a deep rooted respect for elven tradition & is favorably inclined towards most other elves with the exception of most Drow Elves; Drizzt Do’Urden being one of those exceptions.
She commands the Essembrian Legions known as the Chosen without mercy to evil tyrants such as Fzoul Chembyl & Scyllua Darkhope. And is closely aligned with the
Offworlder Residents of the StoneLands known as the Rael.
She is also aligned closely with the Aasimar, Chihi Sihsu of Nights Gate Isle, which is located in the Umi Yakamo (Sea of the Sun God), northeast of Shima No Koshinryo (Island of Spice) and Shima No Kinu (Island of Silk)).

Because she is business partners with her Father & Mother who run a magical item business in multiple locations across Faerun. And in that Qwia is still very much adventurous in nature as is most younger elves. She has aquired this spelljammer so she can do both at the same time and so she has come here to this mountain.

Silently Talon drops from his perch on wings of grace and manuverability to accompany the dragon hunters, his sharp nightvision ability allowing him to see everything around him. Beyond this, his telepathic link to his
mistress allows Qwia to see and hear what is transpiring within the
the mountain physically below her.

500 feet into the mine, Tol'Irae stops. Turning around, he yells back up towards the entrance of the cave. "Hey, you people coming, or do i have to kill this thing all by me onesies?"

Marciel turned bright white and appeared only a few inches from Tol'Irae's face. "I might ask the same of you." she thought at him.
Still at the rear of the group, Braun couldn't help but grin at Marciel's attitude.

Chuckling, Tol'Irae says "I like your pluck, little one."

"Thanks, now if you'll excuse me, I'm scouting on ahead." Pleasure at the compliment could be felt in Marciel's response as her skin change to match that of the walls and she disappeared deeper into the mines.

OCC:

Come on guys & gals lets get this RP rollin

OOC: Hey, I'm just waiting for someone else to post.

OOC: Hey, I'm just waiting for someone else to post.

As Velvet slipped past Tol'Irae and took one look at the thing beyond she muttered under her breath "Oh crap, you woke the giants." She slithered into a crack in the wall that didn't look big enough for a person. "I'm off, I'll see you when you've won, or you're dead, or you managed to sneak past enough to get to the pool of water under which you can swim to the other side of the wall. This will bring you out in a big cavern, I will meet you there if you go there." After whispering this she dissapeared into the darkness and off down some small passage, impassable for the bigger monsters in the caves.

OOC: Sorry about the delay, the internet and the forums haven't been working well lately. I think it may be better if Velvet doesn't join in on the fights, partly because she's not suited to it, and partly because that would allow me to concentrate on the monsters/enemies. Tell me if you object.

As Velvet slipped past Tol'Irae and took one look at the thing beyond she muttered under her breath "Oh crap, you woke the giants." She slithered into a crack in the wall that didn't look big enough for a person. "I'm off, I'll see you when you've won, or you're dead, or you managed to sneak past enough to get to the pool of water under which you can swim to the other side of the wall. This will bring you out in a big cavern, I will meet you there if you go there." After whispering this she dissapeared into the darkness and off down some small passage, impassable for the bigger monsters in the caves.

OOC: Sorry about the delay, the internet and the forums haven't been working well lately. I think it may be better if Velvet doesn't join in on the fights, partly because she's not suited to it, and partly because that would allow me to concentrate on the monsters/enemies. Tell me if you object.

"Craven coward." Braun thought. "Marciel, get back here, we've got a fight on our hands."

The hill giants, who had not yet noticed what woke them up, were just coming round to the fact that something was in their cave with them. They didn't like intruders, they would squash them with their clubs. They normally squashed intruders easily, they would enjoy it. One of them suddenly caught the scent of the humans and spke to the others in giant, the gruff, simple language they use. These weren't the most intelligent bunch, even by hill giant standards.
They stood in the large cavern they used for sleeping in, it had a useful spring fed pool of water to one side. It was quite dark in there, however there was a torch guttering in a ring on the other side of the cavern, because these giants can't see in total darkness.
The giants started to move towards the entrance were the party of dragon-slayers are. They thought they were just ordinary luckless humans who stumbled into the wrong cave. They were just about to find out how wrong they were.

Tol'Irae sees the giants arm themselves and move forward, he hurridley twists his ring, and waits a moment for its magic to work. Seconds later he begins casting, his hands move in intricate motions, and strange words flow from his tounge in a stream of magic. He finishs his spell with a flourish and promptly dissapears.

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Tol'irae, now invisible, moves quickly away from his former location, feet making nary a whisper upon the floor. He quickly circles around, getting himself behind the giants. He sees the giants' clubs and casts a transmutation spell, turning their clubs into solid rock.

Braun dashed into the room. Using the hard stone floor as a base he sprang at the nearest one. Just as it's club started to lower from the sudden unexpected weight of it being stone Braun twisted and used the club to leap higher. Reaching the giant's head level he shot out a snap kick that twisted the giant's head halfway around. Something bright flashed out from one hand and the knife lanced through the giant's eye penetrating into it's brain. Braun landed in a half crouch. Behind him the giant crashed to the ground with an impact that shook the cave. "I may hate what you made me father, but there are certainly times when it is useful." He thought to himself as he stood up.

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OOC: That's one for Braun, who's next?

From behind the giants a muttering comes, then a singsong voice spouts a few words in an flowing language. Tol'Irae appears suddenly, in the air above a giant, and drops onto its back. He touches his staff to the back of the giants neck, and sucks all of the life force into it. (to an observer it would seem as if the giant crumbled into a pile of dust)

~ A deep laughter fills throughout the cavern as a man cloaked in black appears on a giants shoulder and casually shoves a dagger through its eye as the giant reachs for the man he quickly jumps to the ground quickly slashing with a sword about 3 ft long across his knee slowly bringing the giant to one knee~ It appears you guys need a little help ~with a grin he backflips as the giant punches the ground where he once stood with a sigh he throws four daggers into the giants neck~ a peristant one is he not~ using the daggers as hand holds he quickly scales the giants back and shoves his sword through his neck toppling the beast~

As a giant comes charging down on Braun from behind, Braun pulls a small glass tube from an inner pocket. "Here catch." He says as he casually tosses it over his shoulder. The resulting explosion rocks the cavern, elaving a smoking crater where the giant had stood.

~ A deep laughter fills throughout the cavern as a man cloaked in black appears on a giants shoulder and casually shoves a dagger through its eye as the giant reachs for the man he quickly jumps to the ground quickly slashing with a sword about 3 ft long across his knee slowly bringing the giant to one knee~ It appears you guys need a little help ~with a grin he backflips as the giant punches the ground where he once stood with a sigh he throws four daggers into the giants neck~ a peristant one is he not~ using the daggers as hand holds he quickly scales the giants back and shoves his sword through his neck toppling the beast~

OOC: Just so everyone knows, im ignoring Verdicci untill he politely asks for permission to join in, especially after we've started. I expect the same respect from other RPers towards RPs im involved in as i give to their RPs

OOC: Agreed

IC: Braun turned to face the remaining giant. Marciel allighted on his shoulder. He brought his staff around and the markings on it started glowing. He switched to the language of giants, an unpleasent smirk visible on what could be seen of his face. "Ask yourself punk, do, you, feel, lucky?"
A sudden wind swept out of nowhere, billowing Braun's cape out behind him and pushing his sleeves back, revealing that the markings on his arm were also glowing. Hooded eyes narrowed in anticipation.

The largest giant, amid all the confusion, was getting annoyed at his clan dropping dead. He picked up the biggest boulder he could find, and threw it with all his strength at the entrance hall. He also noticed that there were only three giants left, he had the strangest feeling he may actually loose this battle.

Braun leaps up onto the onrushing boulder, and then jumps off of it, directly at the largest giant. As Braun's staff makes contact with the giant's bare skin time seems to slow. The giant bends over backward, almost in half as it's mouth opens in a scream that never emerges. White tendrils rise from the giant's body, being sucked into the staff. The giant's body hits the floor, an empty, lifeless hulk. Landing lightly, the markings on Braun's staff were glowing brightly, as were the markings on his arm. "It is hungry, who would provide it's next meal?" Braun's voice echoed around the chamber.

As the boulder nears the rest of the party, it begins to glow. Braun jumps over the top and mere seconds later the rock stops, surrounded by tendrils of what seems to be solid air. The tendrils constrict and crush the boulder into jagged pieces. Turning to the largest giant Tol'Irae drops his invisiblity spell and raises himself into the air on a column on wind. His cloak billows and snaps in the the rushing air, and the whirlwind grows darker as it draws in rocks and debris from the boulder, and anything else littering the surrounding cavern floor. The light seems to be sucked from the air around him, bending and wavering as it nears his form. Without even a gesture Tol'Irae sends a bolt of lightning issuing forth from the winds upon which he stands, the bolt speeds towards the giant chief's torso. Close after it comes tendrils of swirling air, intermixed with the rocks of the giants own weapon. They grasp after the giant, trying to wrap around him and bind him. Wherever the tendrils strike they leave deep slices, as the speeding rock's razor edges slice through skin and flesh.


(ooc: I havent RPed in a while, just recently started on here again. Just a reminder to everyone, and myself: Let SD declare the damage the NPCs take, its only fair. We declare the damage our characters take. Thanks.)

OOC2: Gah, i just noticed Brauns attack on the giant chief. Fine, those two attacks will target two of the lesser giants. However, as i said before, i think we should let SD declare damages, especially on the "bosses" of each encounter. For all we know that giant had something to protect homagainst such an attack.

OOC Note: That staff was origionally designed to kill gods, a side effect is that it can consume the souls of lesser beings. No fortitude saves allowed.

(OOC Hey hey! I have seen this thread, I have no idea what is going on, what the situation is, but if I am allowed to join I will read up on this. I play D&D regulary, and I love the setting. Would it be possible for me to join? I will not just suddenly jump in randomly, but come in gently. I might play an "evil" character as such, not an arch villain, but a realistic character with vices. Kind of like Raistlin in Dragonlance. The cynical type, a mage. It will depend upon who is the group now. So...would you have me? If so, can you tell me what has happened (briefly) and who is involved? (race, class etc). It would be of great help to me, but I will read through anyway. :D )

ICC:
Suddenly Talon the Great Horned Owl familar of Qwia Amakiir streaks
out of the darkness from behind the adventurers party. With the speed of an Eagle diving in for her attack Talon passes the group without a sound.
Then as the Owl flys nearer the last giant a female voice can be heard casting a spell quickly followed by duel green beams of hungery energy erupting from Talons wing tips and strikes the giant square in the chest! The Great Horned Owl streaks safely away as the stricken giant grabs his chest in pain.
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OCC: S.D. I will allow you the right to decide the damage done by my twin disenagration beams.
Qwia / Kor

OOC Note: That staff was origionally designed to kill gods, a side effect is that it can consume the souls of lesser beings. No fortitude saves allowed.
ooc: Not to be an ass, but also note that magical items do exist that can defy such artifacts

OOC: Kain, I'm sure it would be ok if you joined in.
At the moment we have:
Braun (a bard/fighter) with a minidrag, Marciel. (Derieties).
Tol'Irae (a mage) by Grimdale.
Velvet (a theif) by me (SD), she doesn't get involved in fights, prefering to sneak past in small passageways.
Qwia Amakiir (owner of a travelling spelljammer store) with a familiar Talon (great horned owl).
There are others, but they havn't posted in ages.

IC:
The giant didn't notice the small owl until it was too late. The two disintegration beams ripped through his chest. It wasn't pleasant. They hit just inside his shoulders taking both arms off and leaving him helpless. He then took one big swing with his boot at the closest enemy he could see. All this happened of course in the few seconds before he lost conciousness.
The last gaint got the full force of Tol'Irae's lightning bolt in the chest. It ripped a hole so large, that for the moment of time before gravity took over the giant consisted of a head, two legs and two arms but no body. For that millisecond it was quite a comical sight, the giant had a look of extreme surprise and pain. As the different parts of him hit the floor the ground began to shake violently. There was a strangely bright glow coming from one of the dead giants bodies in the corner of the room. It was that kind of enticing glow which makes you want to go to it, a strangely compulsive glow, as if it had a mind of its own.

ooc: Im Tol'Irae. Braun is by grimdale.


OOC: Kain, I'm sure it would be ok if you joined in.
At the moment we have:
Braun (a bard/fighter) with a minidrag, Marciel. (Derieties).
Tol'Irae (a mage) by Grimdale.
Velvet (a theif) by me (SD), she doesn't get involved in fights, prefering to sneak past in small passageways.
Qwia Amakiir (owner of a travelling spelljammer store) with a familiar Talon (great horned owl).
There are others, but they havn't posted in ages.

IC:
The giant didn't notice the small owl until it was too late. The two disintegration beams ripped through his chest. It wasn't pleasant. They hit just inside his shoulders taking both arms off and leaving him helpless. He then took one big swing with his boot at the closest enemy he could see. All this happened of course in the few seconds before he lost conciousness.
The last gaint got the full force of Tol'Irae's lightning bolt in the chest. It ripped a hole so large, that for the moment of time before gravity took over the giant consisted of a head, two legs and two arms but no body. For that millisecond it was quite a comical sight, the giant had a look of extreme surprise and pain. As the different parts of him hit the floor the ground began to shake violently. There was a strangely bright glow coming from one of the dead giants bodies in the corner of the room. It was that kind of enticing glow which makes you want to go to it, a strangely compulsive glow, as if it had a mind of its own.

Tol'Irae catiously goes over to the giants corpse and, after activating a spell of protection, seeks out the source of the glow.

The glow from the staff cut off abruptly as Braun strapped it to his back again. "So much for our giant problme." He thought to himself.

(OOC OK, can you give me a brief description of the area, and who and what is in it? One line of description for each character would be SO helpful you would not believe. I have an interesting character to add, one which is not too powerful and can gently come into it with some coaxing from the group. Some dialogue for you people too.)

ICC:
Qwia Amakiir stands looking over the bow as her huge spelljammer
finally arrives high above the gold mine where many mighty hero's have come together to rescue the Princess Daughter of President Mikolf of Scientific Discovery. Having just travelled from Essembra, BattleDale in Faerun, Qwia's elven heart is glad for the opportunity to travel once again.
.... Qwia smiles to herself saying; I just love a good dragon hunt!

OCC:

As an interduction I offer our new ally a small part of my first post
describing my character. She is my main character in my Forgotten
Realms Game. She is an Epic Level Character making her much to
power to play directly. That is why I have played her & Talon as I have
so far. I enjoy being involved in this story line, but don't want to take all
thefun out of if by playing a powerful character in a way that causes
others to not get to be a active part of the story as well. Qwia,s
Spelljammer's Magic Store is open for business to insure that this party
has a source to stock up on needed items. Please feel free to drop in &
meet Qwia.

Occ: I would like to play too if it is permitted. My characters name
is Heather Robinette a Half Elf, who is a 17th level monk &
12th level rogue of neutral good alignment.

(OOC Is it alright if I play an intersting race? My character is a druid, not too powerful, in fact rather weak. I just need a desciption of the damn area and the people.)

(OOC Is it alright if I play an intersting race? My character is a druid, not too powerful, in fact rather weak. I just need a desciption of the damn area and the people.)


OCC:
What level is your character Kain? I too have a couple lower leveled characters that I would like to play if there's still room for new blood.

Occ: I would like to play too if it is permitted. My characters name
is Heather Robinette a Half Elf, who is a 17th level monk &
12th level rogue of neutral good alignment. dude, way powered. anyways, its less lever based than RP based

(OOC Is it alright if I play an intersting race? My character is a druid, not too powerful, in fact rather weak. I just need a desciption of the damn area and the people.)


OCC:
What level is your character Kain? I too have a couple lower leveled characters that I would like to play if there's still room for new blood.

(OOC I have no idea. I would think 7th, just so you people know, he is a rather short bear with intellegence. I do not rp with him in D&D but he is in the D@D universe. Called an archeon I believe. He will be cool, an interesting personality I feel. Now, please, description ofthe area nd those in it.)

(OOC Is it alright if I play an intersting race? My character is a druid, not too powerful, in fact rather weak. I just need a desciption of the damn area and the people.)


OCC:
What level is your character Kain? I too have a couple lower leveled characters that I would like to play if there's still room for new blood.

(OOC I have no idea. I would think 7th, just so you people know, he is a rather short bear with intellegence. I do not rp with him in D&D but he is in the D@D universe. Called an archeon I believe. He will be cool, an interesting personality I feel. Now, please, description ofthe area nd those in it.)

All I know is that its an area with a mountain and a dragon... sense
SD is the originator of this thread I suggest asking him directly as he would be the one with all the pertinent information.

Occ: I would like to play too if it is permitted. My characters name
is Heather Robinette a Half Elf, who is a 17th level monk &
12th level rogue of neutral good alignment. dude, way powered. anyways, its less lever based than RP based

Dudette Actually, I have other characters if Heather is to powerful. I
just would like to be included.

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For Instance; I have a character called Amy Morningstar she is a
Seven Inch Tall winged humanoid. Kind of fairy-like, but she isn't
fey folk. Shes a 9th level Sorceress; shes tanned with platinium blonde
hair down her back & thick haired platinium blonde tail. Yellow & White mini dress w/ matching waist length cloak, finished by yellow sandals that criss cross to just below her knees. As she flys, she leaves a sparklely
trail behind her that disapates quickly. Her height, hair color and tail are side affects of her being a magic user, once upon a time she was a normal human woman.

Just jump in. Use a new character or an old one, just dont make them so powerfull that a red dragon can easily be taken down. Also, try to Rp well everyone, and try to spell correctly and such.

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in ages, forums not letting me on much.

OOC2:Kain, a description of the area, the characters are high up in the mountains above the capital city of Scientific Discovery. Here the king has asked them to get back his daughter from a red dragon that took her. They have just entered ex-gold mines abandoned when the dragon decided to reside there. Also, they met some hill giants just inside the first cavern.

OOC3:Yes, more people can join just so long as the characters aren't too powerful. Could everyone post a short description of there character as well, because if I try to describe them I would probably get some things wrong, thanks.

IC: Velvet popped up out of the spring caughing and spluttering slightly. "Ok I have all I need, looks like those giants won't bother me again."
When she stepped out of the pool she was soaking wet, and not wearing her black cloak because of the trouble with swimming you could see the intricate patterns drawn on her flexible leather armour. It didn't stop her moving as her main defense was to sneak around or get out of the way fast. hidden in various places around her body were knives, strategically positioned so whatever position she got caught in she would always have a knife at the ready. In addition to the knives her only other weapon was a small sling, mostly used for hunting rabbits, not killing giants though. Being a theif she had pouches tied to her armour containing things like lock picks, healing herbs, stolen rings, the usual to find in a theifs pouch. Having almost got herself dry she put on her cloak which she took of the largest pouch, surprisingly it hadn't got wet. In her cloak in the dark it would be very difficult to see her, which is how she managed to survive in these mines with all the creatures also living here.
"Seeing as you dispatched those giants so easily. Let's take a short cut, you will however have to kill a whole pack of those nasty, scary changing people. You know, the ones that one minute they are a person and the next you're looking at some sort of big ugly bear. I don't know what they are called but they are very strong." She strode purposefully into one of the smaller exits to the huge cavern. After about 1000' she arrived at huge cavern, bigger than the one before. This one contained possibly 20-30 werebears going about normal life in their pack. The tunnel they went through went out onto a balcony which went all around the cavern overlooking the pack on the floor beneath them. There were a few places to get down, but Velvet never did because of the werebears.
"See that tunnel over there" Velvet whispered to the nearest person following her, pointing at what looked like the back entrance on the ground floor. "That is where we want to go. I'll let you get rid of the werebears."

Tol'Irae is 6ft tall, an average height for a derien. He has jet black hair except for a single streak of white down the right side. His face is sharp and harsh, defined by hy cheekbones and his unusual eye, it also is very cleanshaven. His eyes are the most unusual thing about him, they are silver. all of them. flat, emotionless,unvaryingly silver. His robes are magically molded metal. they are silent and light as cloth, yet they still retain someprotective properties, enough to at least deflect a badly aimed arrow or the odd knife slash. hung on and pinned across this robe are many medals, from gaudy gold and ruby metals to simple carved wooden ones. He gives off a pompus air of confidence and aboveness wherever he goes. he only carries 2 other things of on him (visibly) a ring and a staff. The staff is made of a dark wood, worn smooth by hundreds of years of owners. It is topped by a claw of platinum which seems to meld into the wood of the staff as if had grown that way, and it holds a gem. onlookers get an idea that the gem is pulsing and swirling, though it is not visibly doing either of those things. They also notice(if observant) that the gem is never the same color twice when they look at it. the staff seems to draw the light from the room, and is relatively sober compared to the rest of Tol'Irae. The other item of import is a ring, worn upon his right index finger. It is made of white gold swirled with red gold. it is in the shape of a phoenix, its wings in a swept back position, beak forward, and talons grasping a staff uner his fingers, the staff a perfect rendition of the one Tol'Irae carries.

OOC. Kain, thats a desc of my char. An idea for yor joining, if you char to use it; Being a druid, as you are, you are friends with the woodland animals. Thinking these bears were ordinary beasts, just new to the area, you approached them. They quickly grabbed you and brought you back to this cavern, as a sacrifice to keep the dragon from eating them. As they are preparing to bring you closer to it's cavern, our group stumbles upon them.

Ic:

Tol'Irae looks down at the werebears, and then, without a word, slides silently into the stone floor, melding with it. He moves downwards, till he is beneath the pack, still hidden by the floor.

Braun eyes the numerous foes. "Time to even the odds a little Marciel." He thought.
His fingers flew over the strings of his autoharp, the same notes over and over. From the floor to either side and behind Braun rose forms that were at first indistinct, and then took on Braun and Marciel's own image. When teh notes finally stopped playing, there were thirty identical copies of Braun and Marciel, including the origional. As one they moved to close with their opponents.

Tol'Irae rose from the floor in the midst of the werebear pack, coated in a skin of liquid stone. The ground around him shimmers and buckles, as a group of 6 earth elementals rise from the ground. With a word from Tol'Irae his coating extends into claws on his hands. With another, those claws become wreathed in stormfire, a fire-electric effect. Tol'Irae begins to tear into the Werebears nearby, his claws leaving trails of flame and lightning wherever they move, and lighting any werebears with which they connect on fire.

Braun, Marciel and their copies slammed into the werebears like a mailed fist of some ancient war god. Knives flashed, simmering with energy, poision stingers struck with deadly accuracy, and the ends of quarterstaffs slammed into skulls.

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The werebears start changing into bear form, and start attacking back with all the ferocity of claws and teeth. By this time quite a number of their group have already been killed and they can see that the fight won't last long. The others start go get a little scared and decide they may want to run away. This makes their fighting slightly half-hearted as if in some sort of inner battle of their own.

Tol'Irae raises his arms towards the roof and claps his hands together. He raises into the air, shedding his skin of stone as he does so. From his new post just above the reach of the werebears, he begins to toss firebolts into the fray, grinning each time one connected.

Braun and Maricel, with their clones, were close behind the retreating werebears, engaging them whenever possible.

As the fire hit the werebears their animal instinct kicked in. They started running around randomly in panic spreading the fire to all the others. There was the thick smell of burning hair and flesh in the cavern. It was also getting brighter as more caught on fire, soon the whole pack would be alight. Some were fleeing along the corridors only to find that they couldn't escape the fire as it was them that was burning.
Velvet attached a grappling hook to a crack in the floor, and very carefully slipped into the confusion below. She needed to be very carefull and quick to avoid all the burning things flying around, both fireballs and burning werebears. Unfortunately one caught her with the back of his paw and she went flying into the wall the other end of the cavern to the door they needed to get through. Lying unconcious her only hope was for the others to finish off the werebears quickly and somehow manage to notice her lying motionless in what were designed to be hiding clothes. One of the werebears near her walked towards her but unluckily stepped on one of her pouches, the one full of caltrops. Even though they all stayed in the bag, it damaged his foot so much that he stumbled back away from her and fell overbackwards into the full whack of a fireball.

OOC: Is it alright if I join this RP? I'm new to NS, but I've RPed before, so don't be decieved by my lack of posts. :D I read through all the previous posts, so I know what's going on.

OOC: Yes I think that would be fine, if you've read the posts you know what I've said to other people, not to powerful etc. Try and think of an interesting way to be assimilated into the group.

As the firebolts started connecting to more and more of the werebears, a young girl seemed to sprout from the back of an unscathed one. In one fluid motion, she dove away from the swarm of werebears and rolled to her feet, retrieving her slingshot so quickly it seemed to just appear in her hands. Muttering a few words as she placed a rock and swung it around, she released it with enough accuracy to hit one of the werebears square in the forehead. The moment after contact was made, the stone exploded violently, sending flames and dangerous pieces of stone in all directions. Before any of the werebears could think to look in her direction, the little girl seemed to melt into a small, elongated furry shape that scurried behind a nearby rock.

(Description: The little girl appeared about nine or ten years old, and her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into two braids that extended just below her shoulders. She didn't have much in the way of armor, simply dressing like a normal little girl. Her skirt was red, and extended about halfway down her calves, and she had a dark scarf tied around her waist, as if to emulate an older woman. Her blouse was white and nondescript. There were a couple pouches hanging at her waist. The smaller of the two looked like it held ammo for her slingshot, which hung at her waist as well when she wasn't using it. This is all that was apparent before she shifted and hid herself behind the rock.)

Seeing Velvet go down Talon dives down from his perch dircetly at
the head of the werebear that set off her cantrips. Effectively raking both of it's eyes with his razor sharp talons, then quickly manuevers away.

Amy MorningStar arrives suddenly from out of thin air having used her
Ring Of Teleportation to get here as quickly as possible. From her
vantage point high above the group, she notices velvet fall unconscience
from a werebear attack! She also sees Talon diving at frightful speed at
the offending werebear. Without any hesitation she flys at breakneck
speed to the the unconscience velvet, landing her seven inch tall body
on her near the wound she has suffered. Immediately she starts casting a healing spell followed quickly by a remove curse spell.

Velvet started coming round but could only see the confusion of the fight raging behind a few faces who seemed to be helping her. She didn't manage to say anything but she did smile thanks to the people who healed her.

Braun, Marciel and their remaining copies fell back and formed a tight defensive ring around Velvet.

ooc: umm, guys, i have to say this, sorry. But this RP just isnt any fun, so far there are two of us who have been relatively active posters, and there has been little to no actuall role playing, its all been hack and slash. So, sorry, but im out.

ic: Cocking his head to one side, Tol'irae stops throwing firebolts and seems to be listening to something. After a moment he mutters a muffled curse and snaps his fingers. A gryffin appears next to him, and he quickly mounts it in midair, and they fly off towards the exit, with not so much as a goodbye or a good luck.

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Back in the capital city of Derieties, Katarina is working at her desk, signing paper after paper, approving or denying law after law. With a yawn, she reaches for her cup of coffee and takes a long drink. She sets it back down without looking...Right on top of the emergency summoning button. The button called every state mage of Derieties to the council room instantly. With a curse she walks down to the room, where the first mages were already arriving. Ah well, she thought, I suppose i can make up some crisis that i need them to deal with...

[quote="Derieties"]ooc: umm, guys, i have to say this, sorry. But this RP just isnt any fun, so far there are two of us who have been relatively active posters, and there has been little to no actuall role playing, its all been hack and slash. So, sorry, but im out.


OCC:
Well now there is one opinion, not one I agree with but an opinion
none the less. In fact, I didn't care for Derieties attitude as though he
was the only one here making this RP work. The reason I haven't played
my main character is that she is way to powerful, but I figured that her familar... TALON ,,, would be OK. Further I work a fulltime job and attend
college too which doesn't leave me alot of time for other pursuits. Beyond that is the fact that alot of the time you simply can't get into the forums for some reason. So I hope that Derieties lack of good manners doesn't mess
up a good thing for the rest of us.

[Qoute]= After a moment he mutters a muffled curse and snaps his fingers. A gryffin appears next to him, and he quickly mounts it in midair, and they fly off towards the exit...


I think Derieties character may have been to powerful for this RP anyway.

However I do think Derieties RP's well and I hope to
have the opportunity to RP with him elsewhere.

OOC: just clearing something up.

A.) I'm not acting as if im the only one driving the RP. It just seems to me that the only fairly active posters have been me, Whomever plays Braun, and SD, our host. Everyone else appears for the action and nothing in between.

B.)As to power...
That was more a handy exit strategy, rather than just assuming my character dissapeared. I was leaving, but i wanted to let the RP continue for those remaining.

OCC:

Please Continue SD

OOC: I know I haven't posted, i've been away for a while.
OOC2: (Only speaking for myself) I have to say I almost agree with Derieties, but I only joined last Dec and I've only done a small amount of D&D before. It was actually quite helpful for someone to point out where I was possibly going wrong. If someone would initiate some "actual role playing" then I'd be pleased to learn. I don't think there's that much wrong with "cut and thrust" though.

IC: Velvet felt better enough to be able to stand up and reach for her pouch. Inside she found what she was looking for, some gems, she gave one to each person who helped heal her. "As a token of my gratitude, I'm giving you these gems, they aren't materially worth much, but they will help you're strength of mind in hard times." She then slipped into the shadows and proceded to slit the throats of various werebears before they knew what was going on.

OOC: Actually, I was waiting for a good time to start role playing. Hack-and-slash is all fun and good, but there are only so many ways you can kill something. The way people interact is the fun part!! Honestly, now. Don't laugh at me! :shock:

OOC: And here to kick off the interaction between players.

IC: As the few surviving werebears disappeared into the depths of the caves Braun and Marciel's copies vanished.
"Braun, your hood, it's fallen down!" Marciel's thoughts echoed urgently in Braun's mind.
With a start Braun realised that his hood had indeed fallen down during the fight, revealing the pair of tiger ears in his mass of red hair, and the two glowing white orbs that blazed from within his eyesockets in place of eyes. Hurriedly Braun threw the hood back over his head, hoping that no one had noticed in the confusion.

Seeing Brauns hood fall down through Talons Keen eyes, Qwia sends a
telepathic message to Amy to secretly watch him just in case.

As the last of the werebears depart to look for easier prey. Again Talons
keen eye sight spots something shiney on the floor of the cavern. After looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Talon streaks down picking it up with his talons as he streaks over it's resting place.

" Take it to Amy Talon" says Qwia through her link to him

On the wings of silence Talon quickly fly's to where he left Amy and drops it beside her......

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After the last of the werebears disappeared into the darkness, the little girl with the red skirt seemed to emerge from the half-shadows. Her eyes, which seemed too old for a little girl's, were glued to the flitting shape of the minidrag. She seemed to be concentrating extremely hard on a puzzle that she must figure out, and thus, didn't notice Braun's tiger ears. After a few moments, she shakes herself out of her reverie, and looks around at the group, with her hands on her hips.

"I almost got to see a dragon, but now they're gone!"

She crosses her arms with a loud harumph and glares accusingly at no one in particular. Her appearance of temper is spoiled by her occasional glance in the direction of the minidrag, and her brow furrows in puzzlement each time she is distracted.

OOC: Sorry, double post. Stupid computer... Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with these spiteful machines.

OOC: Sorry, double post. Stupid computer... Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with these spiteful machines.

OCC: DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US.

I have a D&D game when elves, fighters, mages, dwarfs, rogues, halflings, clerics are all classes.
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Is this the case or is it when elves, , dwarfs, halflings, and orcs are all races? And fighters, mages ect are the classes?

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted last week, I just got Morrowind.
IC: Velvet, being alert and a theif, did notice Braun's tiger ears and made a mental note to ask him sometime. She didn't think it was that strange, because there were a lot stranger things wandering around deeper in the mines. She followed everyone else through the door, but before leaving picked up the amulet that was caught in a crack near the werebears sleeping area. Not knowing what it was, or whether it was magical or not, she decided to ask Braun about that later aswell.

"OK everyone, let's get moving before this mine can throw something else at us."

Attempted anger turns to incredulity as no one responds to her. She stands staring at them, trying to make some sound. The only noise that she succeeded in making was an agitated squeaking noise as she moved her jaw in an attempt to work away her speechlessness.

As the groups makes their way toward another passage, she finally finds her voice.

"And now you ignore me!!!"

She bends down to pick up a small stone and flings it in their general direction without bothering to aim. It crashes into the wall, and crumbles to the ground in several smaller stones.

"Fine!"

OOC: She doesn't mean to be a brat. Honestly. She's just used to being a little kid, I swear. :D

Marciel's head and neck were craned around to look at the small girl, interest gleaming in the pair of black, pupiless orbs.
A small smile split Braun's lips. "Go ahead Marciel, I'll be all right for a little while. I can keep it in check by myself for the moment."
"If you're sure Braun?" Marciel thought back a little uncertainly.
"Go on, have your fun, your restlessness is keeping me from thinking straight."

Marciel lifted off Braun's shoulder and gracefully flew over to the child, settling herself on the child's shoulder. "Hi there kid." She thought at the child.

The little girl had watched the minidrag glide over to her shoulder, which pleased her to no end. However, when she 'heard' Marciel 'speak' to her, she nearly jumped in startlement. The surprise quickly passed, however, and an ironic smile flashed across her face, quickly replaced by a genuine grin of pleasure.

"Hi," she begins a little uncertainly. She glances at the forboding figure of Braun, and bites her lip, but her gaze is drawn back to her visitor perched on her shoulder.

"I'm Mika," she adds with a grin. She directed her next statement to the entire group, "Eh heh. Sorry about the rock."

"Marciel, pleasure to meet you. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was going to see a dragon. The bugbears never notice one more flea..."

Mika looks around at the mess in the cave.

"I suppose it would be smart to ask the same of you, huh? But I guess these bugbears did something or took something, and you're trying to get it back." She almost looks apologetic. "They're not very nice, are they?"

She kicks around some of the debris, intending to make a bigger mess. However, she sees something shiny, and bends down to pick it up. Seeing that it was just a pretty rock, she almost throws it back to the ground, but on second consideration, stuffs it into her belt pouch.

"You'd have to ask my bond partner for the full details. But we're looking for a dragon as well." Marciel thought.

"You two coming along?" Braun called from the edge of the tunnel leading further down into the mines. "Everyone else has already almost left."

OOC: Where'd everyone go?

OOC: Sorry, wouldn't accept my post yesterday.
IC: Velvet decided to go and ask Braun about that strange eagle amulet. She walked up to him and as she did, she slipped another one of those stones into a pouch by her chest, under her robes. "Braun, what do you think this is?" sha asked handing him the small gold amulet of an eagle, set with rubys for eyes.

Braun took the amulet and examined it. "Hmm, it's magic of some sort, a key to something I think."

" Oh! There you are Velvet! " said Amy MorningStar as she and
Talon came flying silently out of the darkness. " Talon found this
ring on the cavern floor. Do you know what kind of ring it is?

"I know that ring! I stole it off one of those nobles a while back, very nice ring it was. Of course, then I got caught, so i had to give it back, i got 6 months for it aswell! It's just a stupid ring! I went to find out why it was so important, and i overheard people talking and found out it gives you a kind of resistance to magic. I don't know exactly, but could be some sort of shield, but for spells." She then looked back at Braun, "I bet it's a key to that huge circular metal door deep in these mines, I think there's some other reason of why they stopped mining here, other than the dragon."

"We should be going, staying in one place in a dungeon like this is simply asking for trouble."

"I agree, lets get moving." They continued in the ever decreasing corridor untill Velvet told them to wait where they were, so she could open the hidden door so that they could access the lower caverns. She promptly dissapeared.

A small rat scurried across the floor where the adventurers were stood.
(Slightly more interesting than BUMP)

Deciding to scout ahead Talon & Amy Morningstar fly off down the
corridor. Soon they are way out in front of the parties main body,
suddenly the corridor opens into a small cavern with a pool of water
that seems to be relativily deep, and they can't readily find any other
exit to continue along. So they land on a large rock beside the pool
to wait on the rest of the party to catch up.

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After sitting and watching Talon pick at his feathers for awhile Amy
starts getting restless. So she decides that a nice cool dip would be great,
quickly casting a spell that will enable her to breath underwater she dives
into the pool of water.
Using the combination of kicking her feet and flapping her
wings behind her back and forth she finds she can swim rather fast.
Down, down, down she dives.... soon she reaches the
bottom, which is just as rocky as the rest of the cavern. However after
some time of searching she finds an underwater passageway that continues more or less in the the upper corridors direction of travel.
Just as she starts back for the surface to tell Talon and the party what she has found she is grabbed from behind.... her seven inch body violately dragged back into a large crack in the pools floor!

A sudden flurry of bubbles on the pool's surface alerted Braun to Amy's trouble at almost the same instant Marciel's mental yell of "Trouble!" echoed in his mind. With a splash Braun disappeared beneath the surface in a dive.

Seeing Bruan dive in Talon realizes that Amy must be in trouble,
excitedly he flys around & around in circles not knowing what to do
because he can't go in after her to like he would like.


Suddenly in a flash of brillant light.... Qwia Amakiir appears in
the cavern and quickly dives into the pool too without saying a word.

Amy struggles against her attacker... but quickly realizes that
she just isn't strong enough to escape it's grasp!

Desparate... she rubs the gem of one of her rings.... suddenly
a dancing lights spell affect materializes around her.

" Maybe this will blind my attacker enough for me to get away or
attract some attention from the surface! " she thinks to herself

Nearing the bottom of the pool Braun sees the flashing lights, catching sight of Amy, and something he couldn't quite make out he grabbed hold of Amy, with a violent thrust he shoved his knife into whatever had been holding her which caused it to let go, with a kick off the bottom he began dragging them both back to the surface as black blood began to fill the water beneath them.

Unknown to Braun, Qwia watches as he rescues Amy. But as Braun & Amy are swimming back towards the surface Qwia sees a squid - like
monster come out of it's hidden underwater cavern home. Using her
ability to cast spells without having to speak, Qwia casts a dimension
door directly in front of the creature. The creature is moving so fast in it's haste to retreive it's catch that it passes though the door and into the Sea of Fallen Stars, many hundreds of miles away, then Qwia quickly closes the doorway behind the creature cutting it off from returning. Satisfied
that the passageway is now safe, Qwia swims toward the surface. She
breaks the surface with a loud intake of air, then swims to the pools edge
to get out of the pool nearly exhausted.

Braun staggered out of the pool, exausted from trying to swim with his heavy cloak on. He gently set Amy down on the ground next to him. "Are you all right?" Braun asked, not noticing that his hood had fallen back sometime during the incident. One ear twitched, sending droplets of water falling to the cavern floor.

Bump

"Wow, I can't say I've ever been brave enough to go down there because of that monster." Velvet then lowers herself into the water, the water taking her breath away because of the cold. Her cloak clung to her well formed body as she swam downwards towards the passageway that Amy had found, hoping there weren't any more squids there. She signalls for the other people to follow her because the dragon would live in the lower parts of the cave and if they could sneak up on it by a way it couldn't go, they would have the element of surprise.

Marciel landed on Braun's shoulder as he nodded. "Hope everyone can hold their breath."

As the rest of the group readies themselves for the coming swim
Qwia speaks to each wishing good fortune then returns to her great
spelljammer in the skies over the mountain in a brilliant flash of light!

Greatful for his having risked his life to save hers Amy MorningStar
thanks Braun as he reenters the water. She then starts casting the
underwater breathing spell that would help her to make her trek through the undrewater tunnel

Braun pulled an amulet from out of his pack and put it around his neck before getting another, smaller one for Marciel and placing it around her neck. Then, after checking to insure his pack was properly secured, both dived into the water.

Talon lands near Amy rubbing his head against her in an effort to
show her he's glad she's alright. Suddenly a golden band magically
appears on Talons leg and he begins to polymorph. Seconds pass
until Talon is fully transformed into a penquin.
Then a belly saddle appears strapped to Talons back....

Amy smiles and rubs Talons feathed neck. Then jumps back in surprise
as Talon starts the transformation! Quickly she realizes that Qwia is at
it again. Then as the funny looking saddle appears on Talons back she
realizes it is meant for her. With her underwater breathing spell in effect
she climbs aboard the saddle and they are off. As soon as Talon realizes
that Amy is safely in the saddle he dives in the pool, and hurries to catch
up with the others.

As Velvet swam through the small gap at the bottom of the pool, her cloak fell back slightly to reveal that she was wearing silver bands around her arms and legs. They looked as though they were on permanently. They dissapeared from view as Velvet went round the bend in the tunnel and she covered them with her cloak again.

Braun and Marciel followed close behind.

Talon & Amy quickly catch up, then swim along with the rest of the group

The underwater cavern was pitch black and Braun's eyes were the only thing that could be seen for some time.

BUMP

Then finally Talon & Amy could see the surface of another pool, they
realized that they had made it to the other side.
With an audible splash they surface and thankfully
breath in a lungful of oxygen. A wonderful experiece they reason even
if its not the freshest air in the world!

OCC: Come on guys, lets not give up on this thread now!

They found the reason for the air not being fresh a little further into the cavern, this was obviously the waste section of the living area of the caves for the dragon, and it wasn't pleasant.

OOC: Sorry, i had completely forgotton about NS for weeks. What with exams coming up and all.

Hey Talon, you can see better then me in this cave, how about taking a quick flight / look around. I just hang on to your back while we check it out. Man it's really starting to smell in here!

Sure thing Amy, hang on tight, this is going to be a fast trip. Unforunately where there's dragon dung there is usually dragons too. Hope we can recon their lair without being noticed!

OH MY GOSH!!!!! Talon I've never seen so many gold pieces in my life....
...... and jewels big enough to choke a horse....there must be hundreds of
them...... but,what is that on top of the pile of ..... oh crap..... it's a
dragon!!!!

(OOC Any possibility of joining? If it is possible, can you tell me what is going and who is who? Where you are and such, because this is kind of hard to keep track with 16 pages of backstory. Thanks. I will be using a mage of some sorts if I am allowed in)

OCC: Ragar you will need to contact Scientifiic Discovery about joining. I would love to welcome in some new blood but this isn't my thread.