DM Jan Thursday February 20th, 2003 12:14:13 PM
Alicia's nerves are forgotten for a moment, and she breaks into a delighted smile at the entire group. "Why, thank you," she says to Clangden. A slight rose tint colours her cheek as Nonam offers a similar compliment. "Thank you, and yes - we do have quite a few distinguished guests this evening, yourselves included." The Overlord beckons everyone inside, through a brightly lit hall, and along a passageway lined with mirrors. "Please forgive me if I seem a little nervous," she tells them, her cloak trailing behind her slightly along the floor as she walks. "The High Lord Mayor Sturtavent is expected at any moment, along with the Gold Dragons. This will be the first time I have met any of them face to face. Have any of you met the Gold Dragons before? What are they like?"
The passage ends with a set of floor to ceiling double doors that are pulled open by two men in Palace livery. Beyond lies a warm and inviting reception room - tapestries depicting pastoral scenes adorn the walls, over stuffed velvet and leather covered chairs, and small tables are scattered about. A fire crackles, many lamps flicker; there is a long buffet table containing fruit and hors d'oeuvres, and two barmen serving wine, beer and champagne.
"Make yourselves at home," Alicia tells them. "Our other guests are expected at any moment. She takes a deep breath, clenches and relaxes her fists a few times, and attempts to assume an aura of calm anticipation.
Her aide stands nearby, but looks longingly toward the bar.
Clangden Thursday February 20th, 2003 1:20:53 PM
walking up to the Overlord's aid he asks: would you mind showing me around? (whispers: lets start with the bar)
Answering the Overlord's question, The Gold Dragons are like anyone else. Nothing to worry about or to be nervous about, especially that upstart Valdor. He bleeds just like everyone else, sleeps like a baby, and puts his pants on one leg at a time. Just be yourself, don't kiss up and they will respect you even more. As far as I am concerned, they are just like us, except they've been around alot longer. Well, maybe not as long as me but still. (smiles)
The Arrival of the Gold Dragons [DM Jerry] Thursday February 20th, 2003 8:35:22 PM
With a loud popping sound and a "whoosh" on the side of the Overlord's Palace entryway, light and smoke appear blinding and deafening those nearby for a second.
A moment later the smoke and light is gone and the Gold Dragons appear facing each other in a circle.
Nonam Thursday February 20th, 2003 8:40:52 PM
Nonam opens his mouth to tell Alicia... er the Overlord that the Gold Dragons that he's met have a flair for the dramatic but are quite easy to get to know. Then they make their popping entrance, and he clamps his mouth shut again. He whispers, "That about says it all."
Dahlia Thursday February 20th, 2003 9:32:13 PM
Among all the tall circle of Gold Dragons stands a 2 1/2 ft tall halfling lass dressed all in black and charcoal trimmed in silver. She has a sword and dagger at her waist both capped with large purple amethysts that match her large purple eyes. On top of it all is a bright gold and red fril trimmed cloak. As she turns her eyes sparkle with a mischevious glint.
Joe Of The Hand Thursday February 20th, 2003 10:09:13 PM
At one point in the circle is a elf, unremarkable except for his haunted eyes and long white hair, pulled back and wraped with golden ribbons. He wears a black shirt that laces up the front and over that a black leather vest. Black leather pants finish the ensamble. Running up the side legs of the pants, the arms of the shirt and the sides of the vest is silver piping. Over his heart there is stiched a blood red hand print. He takes his place behind Mordrid and Valdor. The seriousness of his face comunicating everything. He would follow these two men anywhere.....even to a party.
Valdor Friday February 21st, 2003 12:28:42 AM
Upon arriving, Valdor takes in the scene: then whispers to the other Gold Dragons,"We really need to make our way around. Get to know those you haven't met. It is important that we, and I mean the Dragon Groups, show the courtesy that we show each other, except the Blacks, but anyway, let's have fun."
He walks over to Nonam, holds his hand out in greeting and says,"Good to see you all again. Where is the Overlord? I haven't seen him since the big war, and would like to thank him for all his help during that terrible time."
Nick Friday February 21st, 2003 1:06:32 AM
As usual, the teleport does horrible things to Nick's stomach and he has to take in a couple of slow, deep breaths to overcome the nausea. After that, his eyes move quickly to whatever view their vantage point allows of the City. "Wow," he whispers to himself, having never been to the Floating City before. He has to catch up with the others as they enter the Palace.
Mirrors in the passageway reflect the image of a tall, human male, about 30 years old; of lean build, with blue eyes, high cheekbones and a hawkish nose. His hair and beard are almost black in colour, and clipped very short. He wears the distinctive, brilliant white robes of a Shepherd of Alemi.
Once in the reception room, he smiles at those he recognises from their previous meeting at the Dragon Consortium Tower - Gareth, Nonam, Jus, Clangden, Tericus and Addinein. The only people he doesn't recognise are a pretty young woman, with long sandy hair and delicate features, stood next to Nonam, and a big, tough-looking fellow talking to Clangden. He wonders if this guy is the Overlord, after listening to what Valdor said.
Mordo Friday February 21st, 2003 2:49:43 AM
The smoke clears and reveils a massive figure of a minotaur over 8-ft tall. Mordo stands rigid and statuesque. His body is lean and muscular. His grooming is immaculate. Braids stream down from the back of and sides of his head. Not a hair out of place. A majestic crown of polished horns grace the top of his head. His appearance is a testiment to his daily exercise of discipline that appeals to his meticulas nature.
Mordo wears a loose black satin shirt. Along the right arm, across the shoulder and down his chest is an embroidered dragon with golden thread. Its brilliant glimmer is a stark contrast to the deep black satin. A great belt is buckled around his waist. Masterfully crafted leather with jade inlays. A scene of two dragons locked in the heat of battle are portrayed on the front. From the belt hangs a scabbard containing a massive dagger. It hints of great power and glows with a holy light. It bares the symbol of Domi.
On either arm are bracers of equal quality. Encrusted with tiny jewels, they depict images of legendary animals. One bracers has a roaring dire tiger; the other a fiery phoenix with its wings spread out wide.
Mordo stands silently with the rest of the Gold Dragons. He doesnt know what to expect. He has only met the Storms once and it was a brief meeting at that.
Dae'lin Friday February 21st, 2003 3:15:13 AM
Standing next to the massive minotaur is a slim elf whose appearance and bearing can only be described as pure sunshine. Beautiful to the point of looking somewhat exotic, Dae'lin has long platinum hair braided back at the temples, and liquid blue eyes. His tunic is the same blue as his eyes, and is embroidered with silver runes of power; a silvery-gray cloak crests his narrow shoulders, and envelopes his frame. A rapier adorns his left hip, and a silvery staff bearing the head of a great dragon rests easily in his left hand. A pseudo-dragon whose coloration seems to shift with the scenery lounges about his shoulders, even as Dae'lin gently strokes the creature to calm it after teleportation. Whispering to Mordo, "I don't remember who is who."
Bryndal Friday February 21st, 2003 10:46:01 AM
After a few moments of irritability after being whisked goodness knows where, Bryndal settles and begins to purr softly, her scales reflecting the blue and grey of Dae'lin's garments.
Addinein Friday February 21st, 2003 12:45:59 PM
Not quite expecting the sudden arrival of the new guests. Addinein tenses unconsciously with wariness at the unexpected intrusion. Quickly glancing around at those that have arrived Addinein vaguely remembers those he met when the Gold's were outlawed at one point. Not exactly knowing why they should appear Addinein nods his head in the direction of those he recognizes.
Those new to the area see a Drow Male Elf standing 4'8" tall. Seeing his white hair and lavendar eyes out in the open is a litte bit of a shock for most people looking.
Clangden Friday February 21st, 2003 1:31:28 PM
turns to the bartender and orders a full round of Dwarven Ale, the darker the better, for the whole room.
leaning on the bar, he raises his mug to the Gold Dragons, then goes back to drinking. mid gulp he stops and then spits it up when it finally dawns on him why he and Add has been summoned here. turning he looks at Add, seeing the uneasiness on his face, then smiles and says to the Overlord's Aid: see that young man (pointing to Addenien), see that look on his face, just wait til they call him forward to bestow the honor on him and watch it grow 10fold. this should be fun to watch.
Tericus Friday February 21st, 2003 2:29:49 PM
"Cant anyone use the door anymore?" Tericus mutters to himself as the Gold Dragons appear. the young cleric with curly red hair is dressed in the robes of a High Cleric of Alemi. the only other thing visible besides his robes is a bracer in the shape of a dragon and two holy symbols hanging on his neck, one of Alemi and the other of his fallen goddess, Terisalia. moving through the crowd, Tericus begins to look for Shirri, wanting very much to talk with her
Mordrid Friday February 21st, 2003 3:42:53 PM
Mordrid has aged. The gray in his hair has multiplied, however he looks well rested. At least in comparison to the last encounter with the Storms. Sure he is dressed up in his fineries for the occassion, but who really cares.
Looking around the room, "It would be foolish for evil to rear its ugly head in Elenna these days."
Mordrid leaves Valdor's side and moves forward, looking for a comfortable place to sit, that affords a good view of everyone in the hall.
"This is a very important day."
Nonam Friday February 21st, 2003 4:38:52 PM
Nonam shakes Valdor's hand and offers an answer, "We've had an election since you were here last. It is my honor to present to you the new Overlord of Floating City, Alicia Gabriella D'Anlaf."
He indicates the woman next to him and says, "Milday, might I introduce you to the mighty Valdor of the Gold Dragons."
Nonam leaves the Overlord to talk with Valdor and moves about the room visiting ... and studying.
Alicia Gabriella D'Anlaf - the Overlord (NPC Jan) Friday February 21st, 2003 4:56:12 PM
Alicia looks up at Valdor as the Gold Dragon leader addresses Nonam, examining him while he speaks to the Storm Dragon stood next to her. She has never seen him before, but she recognises that voice immediately.
So this was the one. The one who's voice she had heard when she was just a merchants daughter, cowering in her bed, two levels down, wondering what would become of everyone during that time when the very Gods were tearing the Wold apart. The V insignia on his armour confirmed it. On that night her strength and resolve had returned and she, along with others who had heard that rallying call, decided that they would try and make a difference, so that the people here would never be afraid again.
After thanking Nonam, she smiles up at the big warrior. "I'm very sorry, but after the assassination of the Underlord, the man who you speak of had to descend to the Underlevel and take the murdered Underlord's place. We had the ceremony a few days ago. He was a good man, very kind - and we shall miss him a great deal until he retires and his place is taken by the new Overlord in twenty years time. "As for the newly elected Overlord, yes - that would be me," she ends with a grin, " and I would bid you all welcome."
Alicia is a five and a half feet tall female human, slender, delicate, pale-skinned. Part of her wavy, sandy-coloured hair is caught up and woven with tiny jewels, while the rest falls down her back, almost to her waist. She is dressed in a formal gown of dark blue silk trimmed with silver embroidery, and a heavy, dark blue velvet cloak adorns her shoulders.
Valdor Friday February 21st, 2003 7:28:30 PM
Valdor takes the Overlord's hand, lowers himself to one knee and says,"It is my pleasure to meet you and, on behalf of the Gold Dragons, I thank you for your hospitality." He stands back up, keeping his knees slightly bent in order to not tower over her, and adds," The last time we came here, it was during a stressful and dire time, and I am excited that we can come together as friends, instead of just a war alliance. We hope that our friendship does not simply end once we are gone. Hopefully we, Plateau City and Floating City, can put aside any petty differences, forget the past, and begin a new, better relationship together. But tonight is not a time to discuss such business, we're here to celebrate. May I have a dance later?"
Another Arrival [DM Jerry] Friday February 21st, 2003 9:13:12 PM
A huge heavy shape towers over the entrance area. A shadow descends as if to squash all present. A terror enters the soul of each person as another being approaches.
Then suddenly the shadow and the feeling is gone, as if forcibly diminished.
A tall regal man appears at the top of the steps. Wearing a flowing golden garment trimmed in silver and black. He wears a simple circlet on his head. His eyes glitter golden for a moment and then settle into a more normal appearance.
He stands there at the edge of the stairs as if he's not sure what to do or where to go.
He looks the embarassed stranger--the stranger known in his homeland as Sturtavent.
Jus Friday February 21st, 2003 9:44:14 PM
Jus, the ever-smiling elf, greets the gold dragons wearing a curiously coordinated ensemble consisting of clothes from his home port city, his ceremonial Drow Dagger, the Dwarven circlet, the cap given him by the Gold Dragons themselves, and a Ladybug pin on his collar.
"Hail and well met, friends," Jus says with a grin. When he is through reintroducing himself to the Golds, Jus returns to talk with Alicia [the Overlord, he forcibly corrects himself]. "Ah... umm..." Jus is clearly having trouble finding words (a rarity in itself). "You are quite beautiful tonight."
"Anyhow", Jus continues, finding more comfortable things to talk about. "Thank you for honoring us tonight. I..."
Jus' comments are cut off, as Sturtavent arrives and pulls Jus' attention away.
Gareth Friday February 21st, 2003 10:06:37 PM
The warrior moves around the room adressing each one of the Golds with a friendly handshake and a warm greeting. He pauses a bit longer with Valdor but immediately moves to Sturatavent whenever he arrives with a huge smile. "I wondered what had become of you after the - 'reshaping'. What of Oratai?".
Joe Of The Hand Friday February 21st, 2003 10:21:07 PM
Joe stays at the edges of this joyus gathering and watches. He is no stranger to political events. To the pomp and circumstance of regailia, however it seems as if he has had his fill of such events to last his life time. While not impolite he is certianly reserved and quiet. Although every once and a while somones punch is turned to water, or vinager, or flaming gomeish. Or perhaps the floor becomes slipery or a chair moves of its own accord, all the while the stoic elf watches the proceedings with a slight glint in his eye.
Valdor Saturday February 22nd, 2003 12:16:58 AM
Involuntarily reaching for his sword and stepping a pace in front of the Overlord, Valdor relaxes and realizes that he's a bit jumpy when he sees Sturdevant. He then semi-pretends that he was raising his arm to wave 'hello' to Styrdevant and continues his conversations.
He warmly greets Jus and Gareth, squeezing the large man's hand to measure a bit and remember the strength of this human. He then stops in mid-sentence with Gareth, turns to Nonam and says with a smile,"Did I hear you right? Did you just compliment me? I'm appalled." He laughs good naturedly and gives Nonam a wink to make sure he knows he's just joking.
Tericus Saturday February 22nd, 2003 7:02:24 AM
nodding his head to Studervent, Tericus walks up to Mordred and asks him "Where is Shirri? I wanted to see how she's dealing with the death of our goddess."
Mordo Saturday February 22nd, 2003 1:34:30 PM
Mordo bends down to Dae'lin and whispers, "Is it customary for us to stand here .. are we to be introduced? I wish not to offend unknowingly due to my ignorance to what is acceptable etiquette."
DM Jan Saturday February 22nd, 2003 7:14:15 PM
The Overlord gives her aide a nod, and the man escapes to the bar with Clangden and downs a pint at great speed. "Nervous," he explains. "My name is Terran, by the way," and offers the dwarf a hand the size of giant croquet mallet. He looks near the point of falling over in shock when the Gold Dragons enter - "Is that Valdor?" he squeaks. "You know, down on the Trash level we painted his name on the -" He stops, aware that he's babbling.
The barmen work the room. Experienced, seen it all before, they make sure everyone has a drink and something to eat if they need it, although at one point, one of them appears to be dancing with a chair while trying to balance a tray of drinks aloft. He tries this way and that way, in an attempt to get past, but the chair seems to move and block him, as if it has a life of its own.
On the arrival of Sturtavent, Terran looks crestfallen. "I've forgotten what I'm supposed to say, and we rehearsed it and everything," he says to Clangden, before speeding off to introduce the Overlord.
Obviously nervous, he steps between the man at the door and the approachng Alicia. "Welcome High Lord Mayor Sturtavent," he says. "May I present the Overlord, Alicia Gabriella D'Anlaf." Terran then steps back with an obvious sigh of relief that he's done his duty.
Alicia - the Overlord (NPC Jan) Saturday February 22nd, 2003 7:15:53 PM
Turning serious for an instant as Valdor mentions past differences between the two cities, the Overlord answers - "I hope very much for that, too. We are never so weak than when we stand alone. Growth and strength come from combined friendships and I hope that will be the future for us all."
The comment makes her wonder, though - about these Gold Dragons. To whom was their primary allegiance? To Sturtavent? Would there come a dark day when they would be considered a foe? Or were they part of something greater? Bah - politics, more slippery than an eel and never twisting the way you'd expect. Pushing that thought firmly to one side, she breaks into a smile. "I would consider it an honour to dance with you later," she says, and she means it. "Please, tell the others of your party to make themselves at home. Dinner will be served shortly, and we'll all have a chance to formally introduce ourselves."
She begins to relax a little, talking to Jus. "Thank you," she says quietly, " and the honour is mine." She means that, too - the only reason she was stood here, alive and breathing was because Jus, Nonam, Tericus, Gareth, Addinein and Clangden had braved the terrors of the Shadowlands in order to rescue her. What a start to a reign. Only a few days and there had been one attempt on her life already.
On that note... For a moment she thinks her lungs have stopped working. Out of the corner of her eye, Alicia sees Valdor move, blocking whatever could bring such a wave of terror with it into the room. Forcing herself to breathe, she looks upon the tall man at the door who could only be Sturtavent. Going off the reaction of others, they had seen him before. A quick flick of her fingers, to flatten a slight wrinkle in the silk of her skirts, and she steps forward to greet him. Did she look regal enough, to carry the title of Overlord? First impressions meant a lot, and there were a lot of serious negotiations to be had with this man in the coming weeks. Well, if she looked like a barmaid in his eyes, it was far too late to worry about it now. The heck with it.
"Greetings, High Lord Mayor - it is a pleasure to meet you at last," she says in a low, calm voice, and giving him a bow that she would give an equal - no more, no less.
Dahlia Saturday February 22nd, 2003 10:49:22 PM
Momentarily subdued by the number of important people she is currently surrounded by, Dahlia hesitates and then remembers who she is to be a part of and shakes it off. As each of the Storm dragons introduces themselves to her she Smiles and lightly flirts with each momentarily. Impressed by the air of competance coming from each of them she can't help but grin as she meets Nonan and thinks that he would have fit right in with her Gypsy friends.
Then the shadow comes and then as quickly it is gone and Sturtevant makes his entrance Dahlia takes this moment, while all eyes are on him to step into the nearest shadow and just observe the room and its inhabitants. (Supernatural ability Hide in plain sight)
Valdor Saturday February 22nd, 2003 11:21:56 PM
Valdor motions to Mordo and Dae'lin to get out and mingle. He heads over to the bar and slaps his old buddy Clangden across the back.
"Well, I see you're back in full form my old friend, and that's a sight for these sore eyes. I've always admired the way you protect the weak and children, in particular, and that, at times, has given me strength as well, just knowing and remembering that you're out there somewhere. I've missed you, even if you are the most stubborn dwarf I've ever laid eyes upon, and that's saying something!"
He downs an ale, pats Clangden's shoulder again and heads over towards Addenein.
Clangden Sunday February 23rd, 2003 12:43:40 AM
takes all in stride, even Sturtevants arrival. almost sighing when all the extravegant entrances are made. he laughs and drinks with Valdor, nods affirmatives with the Aid, and then, taking a fresh drink, he wanders around, renewing old friendships, and making new ones.
Dae'lin Sunday February 23rd, 2003 12:02:49 PM
Dae'lin smiles at Mordo, "I think this is an introduce-your-darn-self affair. As for me, I see someone I'd like to meet." With that Dae'lin strides across the room, stern look crossing his face, but as he approaches the dark elf Addinein, it becomes one of extreme curiosity. Putting his hand out to the drow, Dae'lin smiles, "Greetings cousin, it seems that you've found good fortune among heroes, and so it is safe for me to count you among them. Peace and well met." Dae'lin's smile seems to radiate out from his face, "I am Dae'lin Shadowstep, newly appointed Gold Dragon, and this is Bryndal." Dae'lin reaches back to scratch between the pseudodragon's wings.
Valdor Sunday February 23rd, 2003 1:55:28 PM
Valdor arrives at Addenein about the time Dae'lin is making his intro and whispers,"That will be part of the ceremony later, pretty boy."
He greets the drow warmly and says,"My memory is not what it once was. I know we have met, but did you fight in the grand melee with Qualde? I believe she is your sister, yes? I haven't seen her with you all the last two times I've seen you, is she well?"
Addinein Sunday February 23rd, 2003 3:53:54 PM
WIth all the activities that are going on Addinein feels a little bit like a cat that's been noticed in the middle of a family reunion. He's half tempted to bolt out of sheer volume of noise. ( ;) )
When Dae-lin introduces himself Addinein focuses on him for just long enough to get the feeling of panic out of his system. Realizing that he's being talked to Addinein takes a moment to consider his 'cousin'.
"Heroes..... It is such an uncommon term to me. I am here at my Matron's request and so I follow these people that helped my family come to the surface. I do not know if my actions are of heroic porportions. All I know is that I help my family by learning what I can of this surface world."
When Valdor mentions Addinein's sister a look of longing comes over his face for a little bit. Facing Valdor Addinein says, " I have not seen my sister in some time. If you have any information of her I would be happy to hear of it for my family. My memory of that time is blurred at best, though I know we moved in the same direction at that time."
Dae'lin Sunday February 23rd, 2003 7:43:51 PM
With a mischievious glance toward Valdor, Dae'lin whispers, "Sorry, just trying it on for size... if ya know what I mean."
Then back to Addinein, "Proportions are relative. You have stepped forward when others would gladly step back, then no matter how large the step you took, it was the gesture that marked you hero." Leaning forward conspiratorially, "There are times though when I think that my steps forward occur when I'm paying the least amount of attention as to where I'm going."
Bryndal Sunday February 23rd, 2003 7:49:07 PM
Bryndal is proving to be a bit of a handful on Dae'lin's shoulder. She had been settled and behaving well, right up until Sturtavent arrived.
Now she moves from his left shoulder, to his right, and back again. There are flashes of gold in amongst the silver blue of her current skin colour. Dragons. Yes. Excitement.
Nick Sunday February 23rd, 2003 8:11:46 PM
Nick walks over to Nonam and offers a handshake.
"Hi, I'm Nick. We met once before at the Dragon Consortium. I just want to say, from the little I've just seen outside - what a beautiful city this is. I've never had the chance to visit before. Where do you guys live?"
Nonam Monday February 24th, 2003 9:12:43 AM
Nonam competently moves around the room. He has a smile and a handshake for everyone. His friends must be thinking that they're looking at a whole different person. Nevertheless, he seems right at home in the crowd, and his actions seems natural.
After greeting Mordo, the wizard falls into a conversation with Nick, "We have a mansion on the Gold Level. There's been some talk of building a castle where the Black Dragons lived, but the house seems big enough to me. It would be nice to be up here on the Open Air level, but you're subject to a lot more attention up here."
Joe Of The Hand Monday February 24th, 2003 9:26:53 AM
Joe speaks to Sturdavant briefly. It still seems difficult for the elf to stand in a room with a dragon. Even one he admires and respects.
Dae'lin Monday February 24th, 2003 10:28:29 AM
At first taking her increased activity as a sign of wakefulness, Dae'lin's eyes arch as Bryndal continues pacing across his shoulders. Concentrating, he reaches out to his familiar with his feelings, and immediately understands the cause of her activity. He then reaches back, and plucking the dragon from his shoulders, holds her in front of him, allowing her a view of Sturtavent while attempting to calm her with gentle touch, "Yes Bryndal, dragons. What did you expect is such august company?" Dae'lin smiles playfully at his familiar and companion, and then back up to Addinein.
Mordrid Monday February 24th, 2003 11:03:39 AM
Mordrid rubs at his mustache as Valdor and the Overlord converse around the politics.
Upon Sturtavent's arrival Mordrid stands, and bows at the waste. It is clear where Mordrid's allegiance lies.
Tericus Monday February 24th, 2003 1:44:57 PM
giving up his search, Tericus goes over to the bar with Clangden. getting himself a glass of wine, Tericus leans back and relaxes. "Well, I guess we dont have to worry about our little party being interupted." he says to Clangden. "Not with this much power in one room."
Valdor Monday February 24th, 2003 2:59:36 PM
Valdor answers Addenein,"I'm sorry, but I did not know she was still gone. I have heard nothing. You might ask Nonam to Scry her whereabouts, as he is quite an expert mage. Just don't tell him I said so, it'll go to his head. If I hear anything, though, I will indeed contact you."
Clangden Monday February 24th, 2003 3:38:51 PM
turning to Tericus he says: are you kidding, with this much fire power? i'm expecting any moment some yahoo who wants to make a name for himself, or some long lost god or who knows what else to step through those doors with some small army. so, in case of war, and they destroy the kegs, lets drink some more before it's all gone.
turning to the bartender he says: beer, for both of us, and keep em coming til i either pass out, or we get in combat.
Mordo Monday February 24th, 2003 9:27:44 PM
Mordo tries his hand at mingling. He regrets he hasn't spent the time learning the art of the schmooze. He goes around introducing himself and shaking hands when a hand was offered. However he preferrs the slight bow of the head, as is the custom he is most familiar with.
Mordo walks over to the bar where Clangden is because he is the only face among the Storms that he recognizes. "Hello Clangden ... it is Clangden right. Excuse my poor memory. Remember me, it is I, Mordo. I was there the day you .. umm ... regurgitated on Valdor's boots at the Red Wurm Inn. I hope you're feeling better."
Sturtavent [DM Jerry] Monday February 24th, 2003 11:13:24 PM
Sturtavent steps forward, looking almost shy as well as a bit cornered.
He thinks to himself, much is the same, yet much has changed. I wonder if I can tell my old friends how exactly I have changed. Not yet. Not yet.
Well time to put ones best claw forward. Let's meet this new upstart Overlo....
He sees her. Young, strong, beautiful. And for a moment, another visage swims before his eyes, that of a beautiful silver dragon woman, long gone....long dead.
"Mi..milady. I'm.....
I'm honored to meet you."
He drops to one knee before her and then after a few moments, rises.
After a few awkward moments he whispers, "We have to talk later. It's important."
Later, in response to Gareth's question, he responds, "She expired before the end of things. She was not renewed."
He then grabs a Green Gnomish and moves over to stand beside Joe for a time, feeling a kindred spirit in him.
Gareth Tuesday February 25th, 2003 12:03:50 AM
The warrior sighs heavily at the loss of Oratai. "Such an awesome ally - gone. She will be missed...". After a moment he returns to the conversations. He raises and eyebrow at Addinein's humility. "Your actions are no less heroic and deserving of honor than anyone else in this room, my friend. You and I may not have the stories of some of the others yet - and may never. But ours are no less important to those we protect. Your famly should be proud. You deserve it.".
Valdor Tuesday February 25th, 2003 12:04:34 AM
Valdor watches Sturdevant with much concern. He has never seen him stutter or be anything short of completely regal and his nobility, or lack of, stands out. He watches for other signs in his actions. When he orders an alcoholic beverage, Valdor's jaw almost hits the floor.
He heads over to Mordrid and says,"Does anything seem not quite right to you, brother, or is it just this atmosphere messing with my head?"
Jus Tuesday February 25th, 2003 12:35:14 AM
Jus is less encumbered today than he's been in ages -- his grin is out and he feels a bit mischevious. Apparently, noticing the subtle pranks going on throughout the room, someone else feels the same.
Keeping his smile intact, Jus works the edge of the room. He's never liked the politics of formal parties, and rather enjoys socializing with the bakers, servers, cooks, and anyone else willing to chat for a while. Sure, he's a few years older than when he lived at home -- and has a bit more responsibility -- but old habits are hard to break.
Addinein Tuesday February 25th, 2003 7:25:45 AM
Noticing the bundle of energy on Dae'lin's shoulder Addinein comments, "What manner of animal is that? I have not seen one such as him before."
"I have no one to compare my actions to. Most of my family has only the previous matrons to compare to. They are almost always measured as to how the house prevailed over a long period of time and the house standing. Never have I heard my Matrons called Heros. My actions should only enhance the Matrons position and possibly my importance to her. So forgive me if this concept seems a little foreign to me"
Addinein watches as Sturtavent greets the new Overlord and wonders what has brought him out of his area.
Mordrid Tuesday February 25th, 2003 10:13:45 AM
Now standing next to Valdor, "Not at first... but come to think of it there was a funny feeling in the room as Sturtavent entered. It felt as if an evil shadow passed. Surely not our Patron. Do you think I should risk casting a spell? Detect evil?"
Valdor Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:20:56 AM
Valdor responds to Mordrid,"Naw, I don't think so, but something is definitely different or wrong with him. Just in case, are you armed, my friend? Did you bring your magic pitchfork? No, seriously, I have my bag of goodies, just in case we needed them." Valdor elbows him semi-gently in the ribs and cracks up quietly, then pats the bag of holding he carries on his hip.
Clangden Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:24:23 AM
sits down at one of the tables, pulls out a block of wood, some tools, and starts carving on it while watching the political games being played.
Nick Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:30:24 AM
The cleric nods during his conversation with the Storm Dragon's wizard. "I agree, too much attention can get in the way of what you're trying to do. So, the Black Dragons live here also? Interesting. That's a group I haven't had the chance to meet yet, either - although going off some of the tales told by my friends here, encounters with that group can be a little risky, to say the least."
Nonam Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:36:26 AM
Nonam responds to Nick, "Well, they have a castle here, but they haven't openly shown themselves in town since before the recent Time of Troubles."
Seeing that Clangden doesn't look too eager to entertain Mordo, Nonam excuses himself for a moment and glides over to the minotaur. He walks him back toward Nick, "I understand that you were an orphan. I was too. I was raised by mages who sent me to the academy to study. Tell me, do you ever wonder how your life would have turned out had your natural parents raised you? I do sometimes. I imagine that I would have been a miserable teacher in some backwater town like Edenmoor, but who knows I might have been the son of a king, eh?"
Mordrid Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:47:37 AM
To Valdor: Mordrid points at his sword. "That's all I brought."
Hearing Nick and Nonam he shoots over a comment, "The only good Black Dragon is a dead Black Dragon. And yes, we saw some of them in the fey lands just before the cataclism. As a matter of fact they almost took Dahlia's life. Poisonous snakes."
Alicia - the Overlord (NPC Jan) Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:59:29 AM
For a moment, Alicia is taken aback by Sturtavent's behavior. This isn't quite what she expected - after all, she was the ingenue in this power gathering.
Perhaps his humility was intended to make her feel more at ease, and a silent 'thank you' comes through in the warm smile she gives him. "I shall look forward to it," she replies, letting him go talk to those he was familiar with.
As for what he needed to discuss with her, she had her own agenda, also. If she couldn't persuade him to calm the fears of Plateau City's merchants, and get them to lower their prices to more acceptable, pre-disappearance levels, then the Big Float was in for a time of hardship.
But that was for later. Beckoning to her aide, she whispers into the former Trash man's ear. "Terran, would you check and see if dinner is ready to be served? I think we're all here now."
Turning away, her eyes settle on the formidable, 8ft form of Mordo, talking to Nonam and what looked like a cleric of Alemi. Goodness, one of the Gold Dragons, obviously. Stepping forward, she looks up and smiles. "Hello," she says, "please - tell me your name."
Mordrid Tuesday February 25th, 2003 12:20:14 PM
Mordrid elbows Valdor, and with a flick of the chin points out that Alicia is engaging Mordo.
Tericus Tuesday February 25th, 2003 1:39:25 PM
leaving Clangden to his toymaking, Tericus stays at the bar and nurses his glass of wine. after a few moments he walks up to Jus and says "When is this going to get started. We have something we need to do"
Joe Of The Hand Tuesday February 25th, 2003 1:43:38 PM
Joe seems to stiffen slightly when he sees Sturdavents eyes glancing upon this new overlord and he begins to wonder. Looking at the new overlord he asks himself, does she look like someone I know? When Mordrid and Valdor begin wispering Joe over hears and pulls out the cube flashing it so that they quickly see. "To the castle and back before we know it or, I can simply grant your "wish" to be completely outfitted for war."
Mordrid Tuesday February 25th, 2003 2:29:31 PM
"Relax, I'm sure everything is fine."
Mordrid sets his drink down and heads over to Sturtavent. Before greating him he bows slightly at the waste. Then he looks him in the eyes and offers a hand. "It is good to see you again my friend. How are things now that the end days have passed? Are things better than before, or are they back to normal." Mordrid lets loose a wry smile. "In your capable hands things are sure to be improving." Mordrid looks around, "So what's next this evening? Do you know?"
Mordrid Tuesday February 25th, 2003 2:42:49 PM
"Listen... Sturtavent... I know your heart grieves. If there is anything at all I can do just ask it of me. I know things aren't the same as before, and I'm sorry I even mentioned it... now all that is left for us is to rebuild the nation and return prosperity to the people. Mordrid feels sadness as if it leaped from Sturtavent and landed right in Mordrid's throat." Mordrid eyes an abandoned mug near-by and hoists it to his lips. He throws his head back and lets it run smooth down his throat. "I hope that was ale."
Dae'lin Tuesday February 25th, 2003 2:55:17 PM
"This little bundle of agitation is my dearest companion Bryndal, and she is a small dragon... some would refer to her as a psuedo dragon, but trust me when I say, she has all the heart of a great wyrm.
As to whom a heroe's actions benefit... I really like to think that they benefit more than a single individual. Working toward the benefit of one seems rather slavish to me, though I'm not much of a philosopher. I assure you that though your actions bring honor to your home and family, the benefit is felt on a much larger scale." Dae'lin's face settles into serious concentration, "At least that is how I'd like to think of it."
Dahlia Tuesday February 25th, 2003 7:13:28 PM
Having watched from the shadows a bit and made some observations of her own she steps through a couple of shadows (Shadow Jump - Supernatural ability)and from apparently out of nowhere steps out next to Jus and Tericus. "So, Is there any way a little lady can get a tall drink around here?" Hi, My name is Dahlia. The tension in this room needs cutting really badly." So tell me, are all dragon Groups always so serious, ALL the time? Does noone know how to have fun anymore. There is an extremely mischevious sparkle in here eye as she says this.
Bryndal Tuesday February 25th, 2003 7:15:35 PM
More than content to be the centre of attention, Bryndal flexes her wings, arches her tail and sends a brief ripple of gold across her scaled body, working hard at the illusion of being much larger, and far more grand.
Yes, she was a dragon alright. Oh yes she was...
DM Jan Tuesday February 25th, 2003 7:17:09 PM
At that moment, another set of doors, on the wall to the left of the entryway, swing wide open, and there is a loud - BONG!!! - coming from a giant gong just inside those doors. "Dinner is served!" announces a man in palace livery.
Beyond the doors lies an elegant, octagonal room with a high, domed ceiling. The dome is made of stained glass, depicting an intricate design of strange, almost alien purple flowers and bright green leaves.
At the far end of the room, is a raised dais, empty for now, except for a giant vase of lilac flowers.
On the polished marble floor in the centre of the room is the dining table, adorned with shining plates, sparkling glasses and highly polished silverware. Table centrepieces of fruit and flowers pick up the colours in the dome overhead.
There are no places designated, and there is no obvious head to the table, no position of power, for it is perfectly round.
Mordo Tuesday February 25th, 2003 9:12:16 PM
Mordo gives a bow and says, "My name is Mordo, I am glad to make your acquantance, your Highness, um ... Overlord. Excuse me, if I had addressed you improperly. I mean no disrespect. Please forgive my ignorance."
Gareth d20=20 Tuesday February 25th, 2003 10:15:11 PM
The warrior notices the talking of the Golds as they have noted the unusual behavior of Sturtavent (Perception - natural 20). He decides to take the initiative and not allow another to be closer to the new Overlord than he in case of trouble - having had to fight 3 liches to save her. He walks up to her, smiles, and offers his arm. "May I have the honor of sitting next to you at dinner?". He escorts her to her seat if she is willing.
Sturtavent [DM Jerry] Tuesday February 25th, 2003 10:20:19 PM
Sturtavent puts a hand on Mordrid's shoulder. "I overheard. I'm ok. I've been walking a lonely road lately. One I have to tell you about and soon. Things are coming to a head in a very unexpected way."
Then he pulls Mordrid and Valdor together with seemingly hardly a touch.
"But that's not all. Something else is happening. Subtle. Do you sense it too? There. Shh."
It almest seems as if as a spark of intuition passes from Sturtavent's feelings and buries itself in the souls of the two heroes. In a single moment, it's as if the worls slows down for a moment and all the possibilities of future action are laid bare. Too fast to remember anything, yet definitely there.
With almost a look of horror on his face he quietly adds, "I've been dreaming...of you two. I must tell you. Later."
He gets a faraway look in his eyes like he's not really here right now.
"Yes....later."
He smiles and you realize that for a few seconds there, his eyes were whirling with golden specks. He quickly regains his composure and smiling a broad smile, enters the banquet room, one arm around Valdor and one on Mordrid's near shoulder.
Clangden Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:22:36 PM
putting away a slightly carved statue, and shooing away the scraps, Clangden gets up from the table. walking up next to the Minotaur he pats him on his forearm saying: yes, now I think I do remember you, of course, I wasn't full of sense that time. (winks and smiles) will you do me the priviledge of sitting beside me? I can sit with the Storms any other day, but someone new, not very often. sides, we can get to know each other, and share a frothy beverage or 5.
Tericus Tuesday February 25th, 2003 11:55:49 PM
a little startled by Dahila's appearance, Tericus quickly recovers and says "Well, what kind of tall drink do you want? Whatever you want, Im sure we have." then, after getting her her drink, he says "Well, dragon groups have always been in competition with each others. Even though we're allies, we still think of each other as competitors. Thats why its so serious in here."
Valdor Wednesday February 26th, 2003 12:10:51 AM
Valdor listens with intent as Sturdevant talks. After the moment and they start heading into the banquet hall, Valdor says with a smile,"And Dahlia wonders why we're always so serious. I can't get away from serious, no matter how hard I seem to try. Of course, it would probably help me if I knew what had become of Lilennia. She is an amazing woman, and I miss her greatly. I was much more relaxed when she was around. Oh well, one of these days I'll go find her. Maybe she's out there...somewhere..waiting...Anyway, we'll help you Sturdevant, anthing you need. We owe you much, many times over. Now, it's time to eat and drink. And drink some more."
Joe Of The hand Wednesday February 26th, 2003 9:05:07 AM
Joe follows the others inot the room.
Mordrid Wednesday February 26th, 2003 10:07:11 AM
"You want to talk about serious. Try attending to a pony with colic."
Mordid looks around, "Joe, get over here will you.? Stop being so coy. You're not fooling anyone."
Mordid sits next to Sturtavent, two chairs to the right of Valdor, who sits to immediate left of Sturtavent.
Addinein Wednesday February 26th, 2003 10:19:08 AM
Looking at the preening Bryndal Addinein vaguely hears the call to dinner. Hoping the creature doesn't mind close scrutiny Addinein continues to study the pseudo dragon, "It sounds like the food is all prepared at this time. Shall we enter?". Addinein doesn't look back at Daelin but he understands that it is him that is being addressed, not the pseudo dragon. ( ;) )
Nonam Wednesday February 26th, 2003 11:00:49 AM
Nonam looks around the table for a minute before selecting a seat. Frankly he wants to sit next to the Overlord for his own personal reasons, but he doesn't want to make a negative diplomatic presentation. Ultimately, he's able to fulfill both goals. When he notices that Valdor and Mordrid flank Sturtevent, he decides that gives him an excuse to do much the same and he takes the other seat next to the Overlord.
Still, he wants to be friendly, and he motions to Nick to take up the other seat next to him.
Clangden Wednesday February 26th, 2003 1:30:06 PM
upon entering the dining hall, he witnesses everyone positioning themselves in diplomatic positions even though the table is completely round and no placemats have been set. watching the Golds pretty much forming up on one half of the table and the Storms doing the same to the other. shaking his head back and forth, he frowns slightly and takes a seat nearest the door, in the middle. just before sitting down, a look of contemplation overshadows his face, and with a quick nod he sits down.
Valdor Wednesday February 26th, 2003 1:46:04 PM
As soon as evryone is seated, Valdor stands back up and says,"I may not be in charge of this meeting, but before we get started eating, there needs to be a few changes made. This is not an 'us' and 'them' meeting. Everyone needs to stand back up and move until we are alternating evry other one, Storm and Gold, and I believe our leaders should sit together."
He moves over to the Overlord, graciously extending his hand to trade seats with her.
Joe of the hand Wednesday February 26th, 2003 1:51:17 PM
joe looks at Mordrid and says, "Whos being coy, I just cant be discreet in front, and boy aret your feet tired?" With that Mordrids boots animate and begin to bark with every step he takes for a bit.
Dae'lin Wednesday February 26th, 2003 3:38:25 PM
"Come now Bryndal, time to eat I suppose." Dae'lin follows Addinein in, and sits next to the drow elf, in the hopes of continuing their conversation.
Mordrid Wednesday February 26th, 2003 3:59:29 PM
Sideways to Valdor as he rises to move seats, "What is this a cotillion, or a gathering of Politik elite?"
Shirri the Hooded d20+6=16 d20+6=26 Wednesday February 26th, 2003 4:14:22 PM
(OOC: my apologies to all for the tardiness in my posting.)
Five and a half feet tall, the Troubadour of Flower is dressed mostly in white silk with gold embroidery on the vestments, a large holy symbol inscribed with a beautiful white dove as her only obvious adornment to her clothing. Her head has its customary covering (though the closth doesn't completely hide the ebony hair beneath it) and her omnipresent veil hides the lower half of her face. The shimmering ivory silks contrast nicely with the amethyst of her eyes. She takes the time to personally greet each and every person not in the Gold Dragons, her voice melodious and warm.
Shirri--while engaging in small talk--takes care to listen and look very carefully at the other people in the room, noting the reactions of the new Overlord and the Lord High Mayor of Plateau City in particular. (OOC: made Listen and Spot checks of 16 and 26, respectively.)
When it comes time to go in to the meal, Shirri approaches Mordrid and, with a gesture that is paradoxically both shy and bold, lays one of her delicately-tapered hands upon his forearm.
"Wouldst thou honor me by being mine escort into dinner..?" Shirri asks of the bounty hunter.
Mordrid Wednesday February 26th, 2003 5:21:40 PM
Mordrid is blasted off his feet when Shirri approaches him. His face turns white, and his thoughts turn into a circus of activity. His palms sweat.
"Uh... ya... ya.... sure," he offers his arm and they walk together a few steps before, "wait, Shirri..." he turns to face her, whispering for privacy, "I've slew dragons all across the lands. I've fought and killed creatures from both hell and other dimensions. But none of them have ever made me weak at the knees... or caused my heart to race... like you make me do. I wan't you to know that I am scared of this. Take care of my heart, I beg you. It is the only thing I have that can't be protected by swords or shields. It is both intangible, yet real... and my only weakness." Mordid stops looking her in the eyes and looks briefly away, "I can't find the words."
Nonam Wednesday February 26th, 2003 6:55:46 PM
Nonam sighs to himself about the seat switching. And takes a brief moment to watch the Overlord walk away. As Valdor sits down he says, "No offense, but she was better looking."
Valdor Wednesday February 26th, 2003 7:22:31 PM
Valdor leans over and whispers,"I agree, but if we're going to heal the rift between cities, this needs to be done."
Dahlia Wednesday February 26th, 2003 8:15:37 PM
With a twinkle still in her eyes, She gladly accepts a tall dwarven dark ale from Tericus and then as the dinner gong is rung, turns with them and walks with them to the table.
Hearing Valdor's comment she smiles as she was already sitting between Tericus and Jus. "So tell me about your group. I know you are a fairly new Dragon group, although you have been around forever it seems. I have heard tales of some of your exploits. Is that the same Nonam who has the multi-colored hair? Does he shave it now, all the time? And what happened to Onrad? I remember hearing a funny story about him once too.
Tericus Wednesday February 26th, 2003 8:49:45 PM
"Well, Onrad left about 3 years ago, I belive. I cant remember why he left, though. Nonam and always kept his head shaved, so I cant really tell you if its multi-colored or not, though ive heard that it is." Tericus tells Dahila. "As you can see, our group isnt nearly as big as yours, but we're pretty tight-knitted and we cover each other's weaknesses very well. We've only been Dragons for about a year, but we've been thrown into the thick of things."
Gareth Wednesday February 26th, 2003 9:31:22 PM
Even though the Dragonslayer makes the unexpected seating change, the warrior makes sure the Overlord is no more than a few seats from his side. The prospect of dealing with something unexpected from the Black Dragons or an unexpected source runs high in his mind. He leans over and whispers to Valdor "I do not want the Overlord too far. There has been trouble from a common enemy of ours. You mentioned them earlier. We must be vigilant with strange things afoot.".
DM Jan / Alicia - Overlord Wednesday February 26th, 2003 10:16:39 PM
"No disrespect was given, Mordo, and I'm very pleased to meet you. I am the Overlord, but my name is Alicia. We try to keep titles and rank to a minimum here, and treat all citizens as equals wherever possible." Her smile echoes her delight at meeting her first minotaur. How magnificent he was, and so formal, so polite!
All set to mingle further, Alicia stops as the gong is sounded. On taking Gareth's arm, he may notice that her grip is quite firm - an outward sign of being on edge and nervous. "Thank you," she says, " and yes you may, with pleasure."
She finds herself sat directly opposite Sturtavent, looking him in the eye, but reassuringly with Gareth and Nonam on either side of her. That is, until Valdor decides to take it upon himself to reorganise everyone. For her, there is an awkward moment of silence. Was this man always so bold and forthright? Well of course, he had to be, she supposed. Sit next to Sturtavent, hmm? Well, she could handle that. Of course she could. She stands as Valdor approaches. "What an excellent idea," she tells him, giving him a smile.
Taking a seat next to the Mayor, she is relieved to note that Gareth switches places, too. As for the man she was now sat next to, could she be imagining it? Her skin seemed to tingle slightly, as though a great power emanated from him, outwardly hidden, but like a great volcano about to blow.
The first course arrives.
An artfully arranged salad, with a tangy dressing that appears to have pink smoke rising from it, along with heaps of hot bread rolls, white wine, or ale if preferred.
Valdor Wednesday February 26th, 2003 11:42:48 PM
Valdor winks at Gareth and replies patting his sword,"Don't worry my friend, her safety is foremost on my mind as well. You know that Sturdevant can take care of himself, and I would stand beside you Storms in the face of Marteus himself to defend her. Anyway, this looks tasty, and it seems like years since I ate a solid, planned out meal....oh, by the way, after Sturdevant arrived, did anyone take the precaution of making sure this place was closed to teleporting, if such a spell exists? And scrying too, I suppose."
Clangden Thursday February 27th, 2003 1:25:34 AM
looking at Valdor when he rearranges everyone, he makes an approving nod towards him.
when the first course arrives, Clangden just looks at it, then pushes it aside and instead, continues to nurse his mug. watching everyone and noone in particular, then, with the brashness that everyone has come to know him for, he asks Sturdevant: so, mi'lord, I felt a tension in the air when you arrived, almost an aura of fear emminating from you. could you shed some light on this for me? why do some look at you then turn and whisper? is there some secret about you that others fear? I mean you no disrespect. I just like to put everything out on the table before others start getting the wrong idea.
Nonam Thursday February 27th, 2003 1:48:36 AM
Overhearing Dahlia, Nonam offers, "I started shaving my head because of the color changing hair, but I've since corrected the problem that caused the hair to change color in the first place. Now I keep shaving it because I'm used to it. As for Onrad, he chose to remain in Myth Drannor last time we were there so that he could help a friend of ours. We haven't heard from him since. I've been thinking of him recently. I hope that he's ok."
The wizard makes certain that he gets some water to drink, and he starts in on the salad. But then he hears Clangden talking to Sturtevent, and he nearly chokes on his food.
Shirri the Hooded Thursday February 27th, 2003 6:24:26 AM
"Canst thou..?" the half-elf maiden teases Mordrid softly, then uses a gentle yet insistent touch to the underside of his chin to get the famous bounty hunter to look at her once more. "Words be the purview of my profession, dear Sir Mordrid, that I may weaveth a tapestry of divine beauty and grace for thee should it be thy wish. For me, however, 'tis the truth of thy emotion that doth sway me. True love doth shore up any shortcomings perceived by thyself, so if thou sayeth that thou hast not words, ask for them of me, my love, and never shalt thou lack for speech." Shirri glances towards the table.
"Now, then, my lord," she says, "Let us sup with our friends and colleagues...duty doth call."
Jus Thursday February 27th, 2003 9:06:26 AM
Jus was about to answer Tericus regarding their impending "business", when Dahlia enters the conversation. Deferring to her, Jus listens quietly. Dahlia reminds him quite a bit of his sisters growing up -- a casual conversationist; someone who could be a good friend upon your first meeting. This is a luxury Jus hasn't had since Addinein's sister left.
Sitting to one side of Dahlia, Jus laughs when she mentions Nonam's hair. "I would say his hair let us know how he's feeling, but we've never had trouble with that in Nonam."
Addinein Thursday February 27th, 2003 9:42:38 AM
Having followed the others around the table Addinein finds that he didn't have to change his seat much since he had intended on keeping an eye on this pseudo dragon.
Catching Dae'lin's eye Addinein comments, "I find that I still have some trouble with the surface world's foods. "
Dae'lin Thursday February 27th, 2003 2:39:33 PM
Intrigued by this last statement, Dae'lin responds, "What do you eat at home?"
Joe Of The Hand Thursday February 27th, 2003 2:53:41 PM
Joe watches Mordrid and Shirri, making quite sure that his friend and comrade never sees him looking. His gaze wanders from those two to Sturdavent and the new overlord. Suddenly there is pain and sadness in his eyes. Looking at his food he pushes it away and crosses to Valdor. Leaning down he quietly wispers into the mans ear. "Dear friend I seem to have taken ill, i feel the need for fresh air. When the ceramony comences call me through the ring and I will return." With that the mage dissapears.
Mordrid Thursday February 27th, 2003 4:09:47 PM
Mordrid pulls the chair back for Shirri to sit. Once she does, he begins to take his place next to her. But then he sees Joe take his leave. Mordid gives Valdor the "what the hell is that all about" look?
Sturtavent [DM Jerry] Thursday February 27th, 2003 10:15:02 PM
Sturtavent sighs and turns a weary eye to Clangden. After a moment, his stare becomes sharp. He then relaxes and drinks the rest of his water in one swallow holding it up for a refill.
Turning to The Overlord, he begins to speak to her in low tones.
Gareth Thursday February 27th, 2003 10:25:29 PM
The warrior makes polite conversation with around him but casts a wary eye around the area from time to time, hoping his natural suspicion is not warranted and that the scrying and teleport thing was taken care of by the casters since he has no way to resist any of that. He enjoys the evening and meal immensly. "So how fare things in Plateau City? Have things returned to normal there or is intrigue and backstabbing still the normal order of things? I never heard how things turned out with the council. Are you still banished?".
Clangden Thursday February 27th, 2003 10:40:12 PM
sighs with disgust when his question to Sturtavent is sluffed off. looking in Tericus' direction he coughs quietly, but loud enough to gain his attention. when Tericus looks, he nods to the doors that lead outside. getting up he bows slightly to the Overlord, then, pushing his seat back in he walks out through those doors.
if Tericus follows him out, he is found leaning against a stone column, picking at his fingernail. if Tericus doesn't show up, (well, that would be another post)
DM Jan Thursday February 27th, 2003 11:36:30 PM
The evening progresses, the salad plates are whisked away, only to be replaced by the next course.
This turns out to be poached fish - one whole fish on each plate, and a rather strange looking fish it is, too - gold with black spots and sharp, spiny fins. However, once it is cut open, it proves to be white and flaky, with a pleasant, mild taste. It is served with a small pile of steamed vegetables.
"Fish is becoming a staple food, here in the City," explains the Overlord to the Golds. "Our fishermen tell me the lake is plentiful, and most of what they catch is perfectly edible. Right now, the jungle across the water will not allow us to clear land for crops and grazing - it has a mind of it's own, and dislikes intrusion immensely. In fact I've been told the jungle is quite dangerous."
Bryndal Thursday February 27th, 2003 11:40:42 PM
The tiny dragon finally settles and drapes herself across Dae'lin's shoulders, her eyes following the dark elf's movements as he talks to her companion.
Valdor Friday February 28th, 2003 1:05:43 AM
Valdor eats everything on his plate, trying his best to use good manners, but enjoying the meal anyway.
He answers Gareth as he awaits the next course,"Of course there's still the political nonsense and back stabbing, just as there will always be. And just as there is in this fine city as well. Anywhere people populate, there will be those who wish what others have and those who are jealous of others. And no, we are no longer banished. I still don't know why I haven't taken their heads for that. We were slandered, falsely accused, and they tried to kill us. Yet, I suppose, it wouldn't do any good to become assassins and I simply refuse to stoop to their level. And, is Clangden grumpier than normal, or is it just me?"
Tericus Friday February 28th, 2003 7:08:30 AM
"Umm, excuse me for a moment. Ill go check on our friend." Tericus says as he stands up and goes to check on Clangden. when he catches up with the dwarf he says "Whats up?"
Mordrid Friday February 28th, 2003 9:08:43 AM
Mordrid grumbles softly to whoever will listen, "sentimental group we have here. I wonder if there will be anyone left in here by the end of the evening."
Mordid will make a listen check to catch any of what Surtavent and the Alicia.
Clangden Friday February 28th, 2003 9:29:26 AM
(ooc, sorry for this ooc, but I need Tericus' email address, figure what I need to say to him should be done via email)
Nonam Friday February 28th, 2003 9:51:11 AM
Nonam looks at Gareth and Valdor, "Don't worry about teleportation, gentlemen. I had the furniture rearranged." The wizard laughs and looks at the two warriors, "Come on. That's funny."
Valdor Friday February 28th, 2003 10:19:09 AM
Valdor involuntarily snorts while drinking his water and gets a little choked up. When he finally gets it down, he laughs and replies,"Wait until I'm done drinking next time, will you?"
He laughs aloud, not bothered at all by the 'political incorrectness' he's displaying. He's known most of these people for quite a long time, and he isn't concerned about being prim and proper to the point of ridiculous. He momentarily remebers Gareth running to fight fire giants, then poof! The floor drops out from under him......oh well, time for such conversation later.
He replies to the Overlord,"This fish is indeed tasty. I haven't ever been a big fan of fish or chicken, tending toward beef myself, but this is delicious. I guess, though, I've never really given fish a chance, since I have to eat an entire whale normally to get full, where only a single cow can almost sate my hunger."
He winks at Mordrid, who knows his mighty appetite is not too far off from this statement. He's grinning when he says it.
Mordrid Friday February 28th, 2003 12:15:08 PM
Mordrid leans over to Shirri, "So tell me what you've been doing lately."
Dahlia Friday February 28th, 2003 6:10:04 PM
About to respond to Jus, she stops as Tericus excuses himself and watches him follow the dwarf out the doors. Turning back to Jus, she looks at her fish and then tries it. Hmmm, "Not Bad. Though I do prefer coneys or pheasant." We we're just in Fae Skiener ourselves, Tis a very strange place, though very beautiful, indeed and one I was glad to return from.
As she hears Nonan's comment down the table and Valdor's laugh , she smiles. "Now that is how everyone should be, frequently. It is good for the heart and soul." Moving the furniture is good, but I think raising the floor about 6- 8 inches might be more amusing."
Tericus Friday February 28th, 2003 8:58:30 PM
its samsandmaries@aol.com tim
Gareth Friday February 28th, 2003 11:00:58 PM
The warrior smiles as Valdor describes the state of things in Plateau City - and in the Big Float. "I'd say you've got the politics thing right, Valdor. No reason to lose any sleep over the junk they do - just keep them from going off the deep end is all we can hope for... I wonder how this new High Lord Mayor will be? She seems up for the task - and she sure isn't hard to look at. Maybe she'll be different? So what do you think about figuring out where this place is exactly? Any idea if Joe could help out in that area. I imagine if he can't find it then we really have a problem.".
Addinein Saturday March 1st, 2003 12:44:52 AM
ooc sorry for delay. Was waiting on a little guidance and haven't had a reply just yet.
Nick Saturday March 1st, 2003 12:52:16 AM
Nick takes a seat next to Nonam, and for the most part - eats what is put in front of him and listens to the conversations around the table. He wonders a little about the newly elected Overlord. To him, she didn't seem old enough to have the experience necessary, although - if he was to be fair, looks were the last thing to go by, and maybe thats the way they did things, here. Youth had it's merits, too. Interesting. Even more interesting are the various comings and goings within both parties. He wonders what made Joe just cut out like that. The elf had had a strange look in his eyes right before he left.
DM Jan Saturday March 1st, 2003 1:12:56 AM
The fish is followed by the main course - beef chateaubriand, served with tiny roast potatoes tossed in herbs, and a variety of steamed vegetables. Gravy boats, filled to the brim with a tasty mushroom gravy, are placed on the table, whereupon they immediately sprout tiny legs and begin to walk around, occasionally bashing into one another and spilling a little of their contents on the table cloth.
Hot on the heels of that, comes dessert - vanilla mousse, molded in the shape of a flower, with caramel sauce. The vanilla flavouring is exquisite, leaving a lasting impression of wellbeing.
Once everyone has had their fill, the table is cleared, and drinks are served before the ceremony begins. It is almost time....
Sturtavent [DM Jerry] Saturday March 1st, 2003 10:31:14 AM
Sturtavent holds in a grin as Clangden covers up the message he sent to him so well. [sent via email] He thinks, 'boy that dwarf can act.'
He looks around the room and spots Daelin and her dragon. Making a decision, he gets up and goes over to her.
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting your honorable companion?"
He lets a bit of his nature show through his eyes to be sure the dragon knows who he is and bows before the small beast.
"It is pleasurable to meet you Bryndal."
Valdor Saturday March 1st, 2003 3:37:24 PM
After eating his meal, Valdor leans over to Nonam and says, while pointing at the beef,"You gonna eat that? If not..."
He winks at Gareth with a smile on his face. He continues to watch Sturdevant ever now and then, and his eyes constantly dart to the exits and entrances, expecting the Black Dragons or something like them to come in any time.
Clangden Sunday March 2nd, 2003 8:23:38 AM
re enetering the hall, Clangden foes and retakes his seat just when Valdor starts spying other peoples plates for any leftovers. picking up his plate, and getting up, he walks over to Valdor and places his plate in front of him saying: here ya go m'boy, you need this more than I do, considering you are still a young pup and you'll need all the nutrition for your still growing bones. he can be heard saying as he walks back to his seat: and that small brain of yours. when drinks are served, he foregoes his usual mug of ale, and asks for a sniffer of brandy, aged 10 years to the day. and does what noone expects, he "sips" it, savoring every taste. closing his eyes, and leaning back in his chair, you'd think he was going to sleep again except the motion of the sniffer going from the table, to his lips and back makes you realize he aint.
Valdor Sunday March 2nd, 2003 12:48:47 PM
Grinning at Clangden, Valdor says,"Now that's more like it, and I was just kidding, but, if you're not going to eat it...okay, can't let this delicious food go to waste."
Dae'lin Sunday March 2nd, 2003 10:03:27 PM
Dae'lin eats the delicious food that has been prepared, alternating between bites to feed Bryndal delicate bits of fish and beef.
Jus Sunday March 2nd, 2003 10:08:36 PM
Jus muses over the fish and Dahlia's comments, "It is good, I suppose." With a grin Jus adds, "I had something made of fresh fish everyday growing up -- it practically spoiled me against it ever since."
Jus finishes this and the other courses, relishing food that hasn't been dried to a leathery toughness. "I've always preferred a lighter, vegetable meal -- but our leader", Jus jokes, indicating Gareth, "tends to choose places that only serve barely-cooked red meat."
Alicia - The Overlord Sunday March 2nd, 2003 11:47:40 PM
Alicia keeps her topic of conversation with Sturtavent to non-confrontational subjects. It's small talk for the most part that Mordrid overhears - two strangers trying to break the ice.
Far too nervous to eat much, she pushes her plate of beef away after a couple of bites. "There's a little more here, too," she says, "if anyone is still hungry." The meal at least was proving to be a relaxed affair, not quite what she was used to, but the lack of formality was a good thing, she decided. Gods, she needed to loosen up. Her mother would have been appalled at seeing food being passed to and fro between plates, but to Alicia, the freedom of petty restriction was becoming more attractive by the hour.
As Sturtavent excuses himself, she takes the opportunity to just sit and observe for a little while. These were good people and it was an honour to share the same table.
As for her aide, Terran - she notices he is hanging on to Valdor's every word, completely awestruck.
Addinein Monday March 3rd, 2003 1:55:44 AM
Throughout the meal one might think that Addinein was a picky eater since he forks his way through a lot of the dishes and eats very sparingly. It seems to take him a long time to eat. Speaking to Dae'lin in between mouthfuls, "There are the obvious differences that one can see with the foods. That helps to unnerve one to a certain extent. There also seems to be a very different flavor to the way the meal is prepared. Granted you cannot find some of the funguses and mushrooms that we typically use for flavoring. Some of the cave slugs and stuff which are highly prized do not come on your list either."
ooc Last time I looked at the repose Dae'lin's sheet said 'him, his'. ;)
Shirri the Hooded Monday March 3rd, 2003 8:02:58 AM
Shirri speaks with Mordrid in low, lilting tones--after the bounty hunter had decided to give farm life a try, she had gone back to the location of her temple's headquarters to study and meditate upon which of the "new" Woldian gods she would be best suited to follow. It had soon become clear to her that Flower was the goddess whose philosophy Shirri wholeheartedly believed in, and so the half-elf had applied herself to qualifying for the specific tenets of becoming a Troubadour for the goddess of love. Soon after attaining that position, however, Shirri had been summoned to the aid of Dirt City, where she'd met with the other Gold Dragons active in the group. The rest of the story Mordrid knew already, so the veiled priestess didn't repeat it.
Her amethyst eyes--while dwelling mostly upon Mordrid himself during dinner--didn't miss Joe's withdrawal, nor Alicia's admirable handling of the current situation.
"What dost thou think of the new Overlord of the City, my lord..?" she asked Mordrid. "The lass doth possess mettle, methinks..."
Dae'lin Monday March 3rd, 2003 10:44:11 AM
Dae'lin nods approvingly with regards to the mushrooms, "Good mushrooms are incredibly hard to come by unless you know how to grow them yourself... which I don't." However, he obviously blanches at the idea of eating cave slugs, but approaches the subject diplomatically, "Cave slug is not something I've ever had the opportunity to enjoy."
Bryndal Monday March 3rd, 2003 11:52:14 AM
Swallowing a few slivers of beef, Bryndal continues to observe, as Dae'lin's conversation with the dark elf continues, registering a little confusion as he balks at the thought of eating cave slug. Bryndal had a more primal attitude toward food - if it was meat, then it could be eaten. Meat was good. Meat meant survival.
Thoughts of sustinance disappear in a flash however, as Sturtavent approaches, and she rears up, her hind claws gripping Dae'lin's shoulder tightly, her eyes glittering with curiosity and excitement.
Dragon... dragon... dragon...
The scales on her tiny hide turn pure gold.
Mordrid Monday March 3rd, 2003 12:21:34 PM
Leaning to Shirri, "She reminds me of Claudia." Although Mordrid tries to hide it, these words resound of an old pain inside. The statement doesn't sound too much like a compliment.
Dae'lin Monday March 3rd, 2003 12:48:06 PM
Dae'lin winces at Bryndal's grip, and his eyes flash silver as Sturtevant speaks to him. The draconic blood within the elf sorcerer ignites in the presence of such a powerful dragon, and Dae'lin smiles, his eyes continuing to flash silver, "This is Bryndal, and she seems to like you. Which of course makes perfect sense my lord." Dae'lin stands briefly and extends his hand to the dragon.
Nonam Monday March 3rd, 2003 2:40:01 PM
Nonam stares at Clangden in uncomprehending confusion for a moment, then he offers his beef to Valdor (or Gareth if Valdor has enough with his and Clangden's food) "Here take it. I thought the fish was the main course! I can't eat more than one animal per meal." Then he looks over at Nick to see if his other eating companion has a more normal appetite than these musclebound warriors.
Dahlia Monday March 3rd, 2003 7:42:17 PM
Picking through her food and trying a little bit of everything, dahlia listens to her dining companion and chuckles at Jus's comment about Gareth and then looks popintedly at Valdor. "I think our leaders are quite a bit more alike than perhaps they would like to admit. In fact I would wager that each of us has someone in the other group that have more than suurface similarities.
The Table is Cleared [DM Jerry] Monday March 3rd, 2003 7:53:20 PM
After all are filled, the staff being hardly notices, clears the table. A podium is brought out.
A man in coattails asks Gareth, "Sir, do you need a podium? A stand? A spotlight? What are your needs sir for the meeting portion of this event?"
The staff with a bow excuses itself locking all the doors so as to insure privacy. Guards can be seen to take positions around all the entrances as the security is set.
A worker approaches Joe and says, "Sir do you want to come in before we secure the room?"
Finally a worker comes to Nonam and says, "Sir, all is ready and secure. You may start your meeting when you are ready."
Tericus Monday March 3rd, 2003 9:14:01 PM
"I'm back," Tericus says as he takes his seat. "Did I miss anything?"
Valdor Tuesday March 4th, 2003 12:44:12 AM
Seeing the formalities about to begin, Valdor grabs a seat on the back row, allowing the High Lord Mayor and the Overlord the front row seats. He thinks of some things to say, even if in his own mind, these had been accepted as true members months ago.
Clangden Tuesday March 4th, 2003 1:21:57 AM
Even though no one else does, he stops and thanks the serving folks on a job well done. Then, seeing Valdor assuming a position near the rear, Clangden grabs 2 mugs of ale, and goes and sits beside Valdor, offering him one of the mugs.
Turning to Valdor he says, "Val, old friend, I just HATE these things. If I find out it was you that got this to happen, you and me are gonna go outside and have a loooong talk."
Then Clangden turns back, facing the front with a 'Hrmph.'
Shirri the Hooded Tuesday March 4th, 2003 6:08:00 AM
Shirri thanks the servants for the excellent meal (OOC: shame on you, Tim, for assuming that she wouldn't!) and seats herself where indicated. She also resolves to have words with the Wildmage as soon as the opportunity presents itself.
Addinein Tuesday March 4th, 2003 7:17:08 AM
Addinein becomes quiet as the exchange goes on with Bryndal. As the meal finishes Addinein moves to wherever he is motioned to.
Valdor Tuesday March 4th, 2003 10:24:14 AM
Valdor gladly accepts the mug of ale and replies innocently, "Who, me? I would never think up something like this."
Nonam Tuesday March 4th, 2003 11:28:46 AM
Nonam looks a bit suprised that he was singled out to start the meeting, but he thanks the servant for his efficiency and gets up and heads to the podium.
"Well, I guess we should get this meeting of the Dragon Consortium started. First of all, I'd like to thank the Overlord of Floating City for hosting this gathering. Now, the last time we all met, it was a time of trepidation. We reorganized the Dragon Consortium to end corruption, and we laid plans for war. Tonight, our reason for gathering is much more joyous. We're here for something that is long overdue, the induction of two new members to the Consortium: Clangden Swiftaxe and Addinein of house Millithor. My apologies that this took so long to do officially, gentlemen, but as you know, we've been pretty busy lately."
"Clangden and Addinein have been adventuring with the Storm Dragons for some time and have proved their worthiness for full participation in the Dragon Consortium on countless occasions. I'll now turn the floor over to my fellows Jus, Tericus, and Gareth, so that they may recount some of the tales of the brave dwarf and the friendly drow. Then I suppose it would be appropriate for our government leaders to say a few remarks, and then the Dragonstone may conduct the official swearing in."
Nonam grins at everyone and turns the podium over to the next speaker.
Clangden Tuesday March 4th, 2003 1:06:43 PM
elbowing Valdor hard in his side he remarks out of the side of his mouth: I knew this was your doing. i'm gonna throttle you when this is over.
(whispering to Valdor)
don't you think I have enough titles on my shoulder, now this? <sigh> when I retire, i'm gonna go live on a mountain and not let anyone know so I wont have people cheering at me, offering me gifts or calling me sir.
Sturtavent Tuesday March 4th, 2003 1:46:03 PM
Sturtavent grins as he overhears Clangden's comments to Gareth. He thinks, 'Now there would be a grand battle...if it was done in fun.'
He sighs.
It is a nice thing to not be in charge of a meeting for once.
Gareth Tuesday March 4th, 2003 1:46:36 PM
The warrior nods to the wild mage as he makes a very eloquent speech and get things rolling.
With a seldom seen big grin, Gareth begins. "I must say I never expected to be doing this sort of thing whenever we all first began adventuring together. I was all about swinging a sword and killing the bad guys - nothing more. Life as a Knight is different and one of those differences is that we get to "officially" recognize those who become not only our friends, but fellow fighters for good and justice. There is something that happens between friends when somebody saves your life a few times and you save theirs. A bond not easily defined or broken. Clangden and Addinien have been doing just that with this group for a long time now and we have been remiss in our duties to say for all the Wold to hear that they are our fellows and our equals in every way, even though there has been much to do in the recent past.".
With a flair, the warrior stands to his full height, bristling with purpose and intensity that comes from being a seasoned adventurer. His voice booms over the audience. "Those who are here in attendace, know this - and take the message far and wide!". Addinien and Clangden are Storm Dragons and the existing members of this group have all agreed that they are not only worthy of the title as they have earned it in their day to day efforts, but are our closest companions and friends.". He steps back and surrenders the podium to the next speaker.
Valdor Tuesday March 4th, 2003 2:42:19 PM
As Gareth heads to the podium, Valdor leans back over and whispers back,"My, aren't you the humble one. Your new title will be Sir Vomit-a-lot! That way, you can be sure people will give you your proper due. Enjoy the moment, knucklehead."
After Gareth's speech, Valdor claps and gives a 'Bravo!'
Mordo Tuesday March 4th, 2003 3:43:50 PM
After enjoying his meal, Mordo finishes off his favorite beverage ... mint tea. He has kept quiet. Mordo rarely talks during his meals. The act of talking while ingesting food was always seen as vulgar behavior back at the monastery. However, he realizes that with different cultures comes different ways. So he tolerates it. However, he thought it was comical that they believed making slurping sounds was rude instead. Mordo smiles to himself after remembering the time he sat down at a dinner table surrounded by common folk. How everyone stared at him for drinking his soup straight from the bowl. It embarrassed him so ... but now he looks back on it as a funny lesson of life.
When the Dragon Consortium meeting begins, Mordo starts to get up from his chair. He thought it wasnt his place to be a part of such procedings. However, no one else was getting up to leave and no one asked him to. His ears perks up in interest. He relaxes back down into his seat and continues to listen.
Sturtavent [DM Jerry] Tuesday March 4th, 2003 4:37:51 PM
Sturtavent stands and turns where he is.
"I approve of this informal handling of the formalities so to speak. There, however, remains one final thing. Do Addenein and Clangden accept this position which is sometimes an honor and much of the time a burden. If they would one at a time stand and speak from their heart."
Nick Tuesday March 4th, 2003 7:56:19 PM
While still at the dinner table, Nick chuckles at Nonam's comments.
"My father is a plantation owner near Plateau City. I remember he once held a 20 course banquet to honour his cousin's marriage to some fair lady or other. Alas I was too young to attend, so I hung around the kitchens instead. That seemed to be where all the action was. You should have seen the leftovers. I think I made myself quite sick that day, and it taught me a good lesson - to take just a little. I also learned that food from tables such as these is never wasted. I suspect that once it leaves this room, it will be distributed far and wide, with alarming efficiency."
A little later, Nick takes a seat somewhere in the midst of everyone. After the Dragon Consortium business a few months ago, he'd paid a visit to his elders at the Temple of Alemi on Plateau City in order to recieve their blessing. After all he was part of their order too, and had been well before meeting the Dragons. This was serious business.
Alicia - Overlord Tuesday March 4th, 2003 9:15:39 PM
A smile and a nod passes between Alicia and those who had waited the tables tonight. They had done an excellent job this evening and the food had been delicious.
Then, it was on to business. She had left orders for the group not to be disturbed, and for the outer doors to be well guarded against intrusion. Hopefully that would be enough.
Alicia takes a seat, content to wait and watch for the moment, and take her cue from Sturtavent. Nonam's thanks brings a warm smile to her face, and Gareth's proclamation makes her feel thankful that they were there when she needed them. They had all earned that accolade, as far as she was concerned.
If the truth be known....
She was still having nightmares about all that - thinking she had woken up in her bedroom, to find that the far wall had disappeared, and instead there was nothing but a grey mist, cold, shifting; shadows shuffling toward her, gaining substance, bones, and rotting flesh, and that awful scent of blood. Sometimes it took a while to awaken from it, as if the Shadowlands was still there, deep in her soul, unwilling to let go. She remembered the escape, clinging to Tericus like a barnacle on a boat, someone's mad laughter; it seemed that half the group had gone crazy at one point, until at last they were back in the light.
Oh yes, anyone willing to go there deserved the highest honour.
Realising she was dwelling on it, bringing it back to life, Alicia shrugs her shoulders, and focusses on what is being said.
Valdor Wednesday March 5th, 2003 2:04:55 AM
Valdor elbows Clangden in the side and says softly,"Hey, wake up, he's talking to you. And don't vomit on the stage, please. I have to go up there in a little while."
Dae'lin Wednesday March 5th, 2003 3:22:09 AM
Dae'lin listens attentively to the proceedings, smiling, and in good spirits to be among such noble heroes and good folk that are present. Noting Valdor's 'back of the class' antics, the elf catches his leader's eye briefly, and sticks his tongue out at the warrior, smiling all the while. Dae'lin then retracts his tongue and turns back to pay attention without missing a beat.
Valdor Wednesday March 5th, 2003 11:07:34 AM
Valdor smiles at Dae'lin, stands up and says,"Before anyone else takes the stand, there are a few things I'd like to say, as well."
He walks up to the podium with purpose, suddenly with a very serious look on his face.
Valdor Wednesday March 5th, 2003 11:44:19 AM
Valdor takes a deep breath, letting his eyes fall on all assembled. After a minute, he smiles greatly and begins, "My friends, we meet in this room as equals and friends. Regardless of our position, ability, or any other factor, we are equals. We enjoyed a fabulous dinner, amusing and entertaining conversation, but we are really here for the purpose of adding, officially anyway, new members to each of our groups.
"Most of you, I have known for many years, some only recently met. You all know that I was named the Dragonstone at the last Dragon Consortium by none other than Lady Maab, herself, an honor known by only two others. I didn't feel worthy then and do not now. However, I accepted this responsibility, out of necessity and obligation.
"Part of being a member of any group, at any level, is based on friendship, honor, obligation, and responsibility. We establish bonds that, as Gareth so well stated, cannot be broken, even by death.
"Being a member of a Dragon Group means being above pettiness. Protecting those who cannot protect themselves. Being noble and honorable, in ALL things. Being unselfish and kind. All these traits and more are necessary to carry the mantle that is to be laid upon you. None of us is perfect, me least of all. Will we make mistakes? Yes. Errors in judgment? Yes. What sets a group or person apart, is their ability to stand up and take responsibility and correct any problem. Are there times we will disagree? Of course. But we must make a stand for what is good and right. We must be examples to all. As such high level adventurers, there are always eyes watching, wanting us to fail, or watching us succeed. Children want to be like us, some politicians want to manipulate us or cause our downfall.
"My friends, we must not fail. There are times for new beginnings. This is such a time. I submit and ask, if you feel that I, Mordrid, Joe Hand, and all other Gold Dragons are worthy, that Father Nick, Dae'lin, Shirri, Mordo, and Dahlia, officially become members of our group, with knowledge of what is expected and required of them, if they choose to join us."
He steps back and then says, "I need some ale, that's a lot to say."
Clangden Wednesday March 5th, 2003 12:31:27 PM
Reluctantly Clangden rises from the back row, and walks up to the podium, whereupon he hands Valdor a mug, whispering, "Drink this, it'll keep your mouth closed and out of trouble."
He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then opens them to scan everyone and everything in the room, stopping for a brief second while looking at Alicia, and giving her a quick smile.
"Before I accept this honor there is something I need to get out in the open. It's not just directed at the Storm Dragons, but to everyone else in attendance.
"I, in my heart, had a large battle going on in anticipation of tonight, and as Tericus can attest to, I almost turned the honor, nay, privilege, down, but what Valdor spoke of rang true in my heart, and by not accepting the position would've been less than honorable. It is true that everyone makes mistakes, and I have made my own and seen many as well by others, but by not accepting the honor that is being bestowed upon me tonight, would have done no one any good. Instead I find myself wanting to accept, if nothing else, to help us all realize just who and what we are. To make us all better Dragons. We all must come to terms that first and foremost we are here to Serve. We are not here for personal gain nor are we here for recognition. If that is why you are here, you need to reevaluate your position. I accept the offer to join the Dragon Consortium by becoming a full member of the Storm Dragons for the main reason of: by doing so, I can Serve more people."
Walking up to Alicia, then kneeling in front of her, he places his axe on the ground beside her, and says, "I swear loyalty to you, mi'lady, where you deem me to go, I will go, and serve unerringly til my last breath."
Then, rising, he goes to Sturtevant. Kneeling in front of him, he places his axe on the ground beside him, and says, "I swear loyalty to you, mi'lord. Where you deem me to go, I will go, and serve unerringly til my last breath."
Then to the Storm Dragons: Jus, Tericus, Gareth, Nonam, Addenein. Running the palm of his hand along his axe until blood drips on the ground at their feet he says, "With my last drop of blood, I will serve with you."
Clangden then goes up to Valdor, takes the mug from him, and goes and retakes his seat.
And wraps his bloodied hand.
Valdor Wednesday March 5th, 2003 1:15:23 PM
Clangden notices that the mug is empty.
Eyes [DM Jerry] Wednesday March 5th, 2003 1:36:24 PM
As Valdor hands the mug to Clangden the words he spoke come back to him. "As such high level adventurers, there are always eyes watching, wanting us to fail, or watching us succeed."
At that moment, time freezes for a moment. Just for an instant, he sees those eyes. Eyes full of Power. Dozens of them. Focused upon this room. This night.
Then behind those eyes he sees possibilities. He sees them in the form of puppet strings. Some broken by the hearts of those in the room. Others tugging upon the hearts therein. Pulling them in various directions to achive varying results.
Just for a moment, he realizes that his speech cut some cords and strengthen others. He notices thick ropes connecting him and those he loves: Mordrid, Joe. Lessor ropes connecting the rest of the Gold Dragons--more tenuous, in danger of being cut.
A new string shoots from him to Clangden and takes hold pulling on both hearts. And strangely enough a red string shooting from the Overlord to the High Lord Mayor warm with feeling.
As the vision fades, he sees cords sprout from Clangden to each of the Storm Dragons. Tight cords. At the same time, many cords are broken between Clangden and the eyes that ever watch. Ever manipulate.
Jerry Wednesday March 5th, 2003 1:38:38 PM
[OOC: You may post as needed until the meeting is done. I am truly enjoying this. I hope you are too.]
Dahlia Wednesday March 5th, 2003 7:26:37 PM
Taking a deep breath Dahlia stands, and then hops up on her chair so that she can see the others at the table. Looking slowly at each person assembled and holding their eyes for a few seconds each, she ends catching and holding Valdor's eyes.
"I have been part of two families in my life time. The first, my gypsy clan, is where I come from and has lead me to where and who I am today in many ways. My second family I have come upon quite recently, but am no less, and in many ways am more attached to in more meaningful ways - are the Gold Dragons. From the moment Valdor peeled of the blindfold and ropes holding me, I could feel that these people were special in more than just normal ways. They not only accepted me for who I am, but embraced me for it and made me feel welcome and a part of the big things they were doing. I have never thought of myself as a 'hero' or as a person who would do 'great things,' but even near death, by a Black Dragon's hand, I felt myself wanting to be with and helping the Gold Dragons, however I possibly could. I truly can say that I love and trust everyone of them with my life and am honored that they find that same trust in me.
"Much of my life has been spent looking for something, and now I know what that was and and where it is. I have found my true family and it is you.
"As for the rest of those in this room -- some of you I have met in passing and other are new aquaintances -- know that as long as you call the Gold Dragons friend, know that I will do what I can to aid any needing help or succor."
Tericus Wednesday March 5th, 2003 8:41:22 PM
"I can take care of that for you," Tericus says to Clangden as he sits back down. Then he whispers to the dwarf, "I didn't know about the Gold Dragons omitting the others. We may be here all night!"
Nick Wednesday March 5th, 2003 10:08:34 PM
Nick stands and gives Dahlia a warm smile after her declaration. He then speaks to the group as a whole.
"Many of my thoughts and feelings echo those of my friend Dahlia, here. I feel greatly honoured to be a part of this group, this family. They have helped strengthen my faith in not only my God, and myself, but in the power of good, and what can be done together, even when the odds seem insurmountable.
"Together we have achieved what some would consider impossible. Of course, Valdor is right when he says we are not infallible; that sometimes we falter, and make mistakes. But, good comes from the will to do what is right. Together, we have that will; it has shone in the face of many an evil foe until they have cowered beneath it. It is strong enough to lift and strengthen those of us who have stumbled, and put us back on the right path. It enables us to protect, and turn the tide of destruction and chaos.
"It is the will of those who would call themselves Dragons, and I am humbled, in awe of the title bestowed upon me, and willing to sacrifice anything I have to become its servant. The will to do good shall prevail."
The Shepherd of Alemi then gives a formal bow, and sits down.
Dae'lin Thursday March 6th, 2003 4:12:13 AM
Dae'lin stands, smiling, and shakes his head in wonder, silver flashes in the bright elf's eyes, and his face grows quickly somber, "Much has been said regarding the ties that bind us... and many are the words that have already passed these lips in deep regard for the good, the friendship, and the love present here today. I look upon those assembled and must wonder, in the great balance, the larger skein of life, is there such an assemblage of evil taking place elsewhere this very day? For what are we without those who have threatened over and over again, the lives and happiness of all. Many, have the choices been made, and it is no small duty which these respective groups demand of their constituent members, but know that as long as there are those who would slink out from that midnight realm, I will be there to oppose them. And in that struggle, I can ask for no better company than that arrayed before me now." Dae'lin sinks into his chair.
Nonam Thursday March 6th, 2003 10:06:34 AM
Nonam takes out three small boxes. He gives one to Clangden and another to Addinein. He holds on to the third one for now.
"Friends, these are just a couple of little welcome gifts. They aren't artifacts or anything, but I hope they'll serve you in time of need. But most of all, I hope they remind you of our friendship." Clangden's box contains a masterfully crafted +1 dagger with a pearl handle, and Addinein's has an amulet of natural armor +1.
He hands the third box to the Overlord and waits for her to open it. Once she does, he explains the gift. "That is a bracelet of friends milady. There are seven charms upon it. When you pluck a charm it will summon one of your friends to your side. Four of the charms are already keyed to Gareth, Jus, Tericus, and myself, so that we might be there should you ever have need. I imagined that Clangden and Addinein would want to be bound tonight to two of the other charms, but I leave that choice to them. That will leave the 7th charm for whomever you might wish."
Joe Of The Hand Thursday March 6th, 2003 11:20:38 AM
At the end of Valdor's speech Joe steps out of the shadow and speaks softly. "Well spoken my friend, well spoken." Joe goes and stands behind Valdor and Mordrid, a hand resting on each shoulder. Softly so only they can hear, he speaks. "Madness and the very great seem tied hand in hand. It seems that those two things are two sides of the same coin, without the two of you mine would have swallowed me long ago. That cannot be bought or stolen. Even in the moment where two of us left on very diffrent roads and almost came to war you should know that I . . . I . . . I was lost without your council and friendship. I would not lose that again for all the Wold." His hand seems to grip Mordrid's shoulder tightly and then relax. He lightly smooths the great man's doublet and seems slightly embarrassed. "Nothing would be worth that loss to me, ... all I have now and nothing would be worth it." Then he quietly moves back to his seat and rests. He seems distant and lost, but more THERE than he's been in a long, long time.
Valdor Thursday March 6th, 2003 12:04:37 PM
Valdor says from the back of the room,"Oh, I almost forgot the gifts I have brought." He hands a voucher to Clangden and Addenein both.
He says,"Take these to the Catacombs and they will make you each a ring, or other communication device that you guys use."
He looks over at Nonam, Gareth, and Jus, and says,"I have another gift for you guys being worked on right now, but it won't be ready for a few weeks yet. I'll send it to your mansion when it's ready."
He says,"Alas, I have brought no gifts for our own new members. Mordrid, how in the Wold did I let that happen? Joe, any ideas? Your the brains."
Clangden d20+17=26 Thursday March 6th, 2003 12:58:52 PM
Clangden graciously accepts the box and the voucher.
Then having a gift of his own, he reaches down to the figure he was carving earlier and sands off the rough spots. He hands it to Alicia and says, "Yes, I would not object to being atuned to one of your charms."
The Figure made out of polished wood is a likeness of her. (27 toymaking roll, forgot my skill is +18)
He then goes, fills his mug with the pitcher he brought, pours a mug for Valdor too, and then sits down in the back.
Addinein Thursday March 6th, 2003 1:26:16 PM
Watching and listening, listening and watching. Addinein listens to the speeches given by the various people at the table. All of the people he at least recognizes, but not all does he know. But as he watches the speeches delivered and their affect on those gathered, Addinein realizes that there is something special at work here. Having lived for so long within his families estates and learning his life lessons at the cruel hands of the houses, Addinein wonders about how he grew up and where his family is going.
When someone taps him on the shoulder trying to get him to make a speech it takes two or three tries before he understands that he is expected to speak.
Addinein stands and then hesitates as he tries to figure out what he wants to say. In a whisper he starts, "I wish that my sister was here to see this banquet and what it may represent.
Before the Storms touched our family, both her and I shared a bond that could not be explained within our family. We were ever worried about what would happen to us if that bond were to be exposed. Yet from your word and deed here today, you say that kind of bond is what makes the world go around."
Addinein is not comfortable talking about this so he shakes off his doubt and strengthens his voice and continues on,
"I would first like to thank the Storms for coming to my family's aide in helping us come to the surface.
I would also like to thank the Storms for accepting my sister and I into their ranks after my matron sent my sister and I to them. Sadly my sister had another direction to go and could not be here with us.
You talk of family and friends and how they affect you. This concept is not something I am used to sharing with anyone outside of my sister. Forgive me if it seems like this doesn't matter to me because it does. I am duty bound to bring favor upon my family. To have friends"
here Addinein pauses for a second as if to say the word 'friends' was a word he's not really comfortable with,
"does not seem to translate well between my family and anyone not tied to my family. But at the same time my family is now solidly tied to the surface world and I try to make sense of what will happen from there.
But my friends......... the Storms do not see me as just a drow. They see me as their comrade and friend..... In this way I can see what friendship means to other surface people. So if accepting these offerings and such mean that I am to spread friendship around, then I feel duty bound that I must support this in all that I do."
Addinein pauses as he considers whether he wants to say something more or not. When he decides not to, he then sits down. This makes for very awkward moment as people realize that he's done with his speech. Obviously there seems to have been some problems with his translating abilities. Maybe he was a little nervous or something.
Addinein Thursday March 6th, 2003 1:32:17 PM
Taking the voucher and the ring Addinein deposits them in his bag for the moment as he wonders about their meaning.
When asked about whether he would attune to the feather or not. Addinein waits until Alicia looks his way and then he nods his permission.
Valdor Thursday March 6th, 2003 3:11:08 PM
Having been a bitter enemy with drow in the past, Valdor listens intently, wondering how a drow elf could actually be so different from his heritage. He watches the difficulty with which he speaks and is very impressed, knowing that the drow have no word for 'love' and the word for 'friend' is more like companion, but with no feeling to it.
When Addenein finishes and makes his way back to his seats, Valdor walks over to him and extends his hand and says,"I never in my life thought I would say this to a drow elf, but...well, I'm glad to know you."
Sturtavent Thursday March 6th, 2003 5:12:43 PM
"Valdor, Addenein is from House Millithor the same house you went to Menzoberranzan years ago to save from attack. The Storms rescued them a few years ago killing off House Baenre and letting House Millithor appear to have been obliterated in the repurcussions, but instead, they made their way to the surface and now live on the 2nd plateau."
He turns to Gareth, "Does Madam Overlord have a Dragon ring so she can call for help in the traditional way of the Consortium?"
Mordrid Thursday March 6th, 2003 5:13:36 PM
Mordrid has been sitting very quietly, listening to each and every person in turn, with his hands pushed together at his lips, something between prayer and contemplation.
He shifts in his chair when Clangden speaks, for Mordrid is openly moved by the dwarf's words this night.
After Joe approaches from behind and places his hand on Mordrid's shoulder, Mordrid reassuredly grips his hand, and releases. With just a look saying "all is well."
As the speaches come to a close, Mordrid looks to Shirri, scanning her eyes to sense her emotion. Why has she not spoken?
Shirri the Hooded Thursday March 6th, 2003 5:49:00 PM
The half-elf troubadour finds that her heart is so full that even she must take extra time to rein her emotions in and to find the proper verbiage to give voice to them. Shirri glances at Mordrid, squeezing one of his hands with her own, then stands to speak herself.
"Words be my meat and drink, yet am I starved for the means that doth express mine humility and gratitude." she says in her musical voice. "Indeed, the august company present hath robbed me of the opportunity to do more than add mine own vow to hold true the tenets of the Dragon Consortium...I pray that Flower doth grant me the strength and wisdom to e'er uphold the charge given us here this day."
Gareth Thursday March 6th, 2003 11:00:58 PM
The warrior shrugs. "I have not thought to ask. The previous Overlord did so I assumed this one would too.". He looks to Alicia questionlingly.
Dahlia Thursday March 6th, 2003 11:01:45 PM
Throwing a smile Shiri's way, Dahlia turns quietly to her dining partners, a grin on her face. "Now that is truly amazing. I have never seen her at a loss for words."
Valdor Friday March 7th, 2003 12:27:57 AM
Valdor nods his head as Sturdevant reveals the identity of the House that Addenein was from.
"Ah, yes, I see now. I remember that day with all clarity." His eyes go distant, as if viewing the battles that day. Almost in a whisper, he says, "I killed over fifty drow that day. I'll never forget that. They were evil incarnate. Of course they were just doing what they were raised from birth to do. They don't see it as evil, just a way of life in their city. One day, I would very much like to meet the Mother of the House that was strong enough to leave that vile place."
Clangden Friday March 7th, 2003 1:19:59 AM
gets up and goes over and sits down beside Addenien. shifting in hs seat so he is facing him, he says: I want you to know something, for many years prior to me coming here, I stood guard with many whom I call friends. over the entrance to the Drow city where your house came from. Unlike Valdor there, I have known a Drow whom I swore to serve with. maybe you have heard of him. His name is Belgos Yo' Illrimmen. his house was that of Baenre, but he left before they were destroyed and now I consider him not a Drow, but as a friend, as I consider you. (firmly grasps Addeniens' hand in his) I know dwarves and elves have always not seen eye to eye, but, if there is anything ever I can do to make you more comfortable here, with us or abroad, I want you to promise me that you will come to me. (leaning forward to look Add right in his eyes) I swore Loyalty to the Storm Dragons and that means you too, and when someone does you wrong, calls you names, treats you like you are less than them, well, they are doing the same to me. You remind me so much of Belgos, and I am sure that he would be honored to know that someone else from that den of evil has risen above that, and has come forth to answer the call of that which is good and right. matter of fact, I think I will write him and tell him all about you. perhaps one day, I will take you to him.
then, Clangden turns back, and watches everyone else.
Joe Of the Hand Friday March 7th, 2003 10:06:54 AM
Joe wispers to Valdo in answer to the question. "Yes my friend I took care of gifts." From his cloak he pulls out a wooden box for each new member. the box is made of deep red wood stained to look like dark wine. An inlaid gold dragon is carved into the top of each box and has been leaved in gold. The inside when opened is covered in black velvet and in each one lies three things. The frist is a dagger made form prescious metals and jewles, formed into a shape of one mythical beast or another. The second items is an earring clasp that fits over the edge of the ear. The gold dragons all waer such an earring at all times. In fact it painfuly and mostly permanately attached its self to their ears. The third item is a small silver mirrior keyed to the mirrors of all the others. Shapes as if the fmaw of a golder dragon was open and in its teeth it held the mirror.
"I thought these would be the most appropriate gift."
Alicia - Overlord Friday March 7th, 2003 11:15:17 AM
Alicia is greatly moved by what everyone - both Storm and Gold, has to say, and although her face remains serene, there are times when the occasional tear would fall, had she lost her concentration.
She bows graciously as Clangden kneels and swears loyalty, and is torn by Addinein's inner struggle. The gift Nonam presents to her renders her speechless, and the look she gives him, and the others, is one of surprise and deep gratitude. This was no mere trinket and she fully realised its implications. She does of course wait for Clangden's and Addinein's acknowledgment before adding them to the power in the charms. As for the 7th charm... for the moment, she leaves it empty. Binding someone to a charm deserved some discussion at least before it was activated.
She accepts Clangden's very well crafted carving with a warm smile. "It's beautiful," she says. "Thank you."
As for the ring -
Alicia's aide, Terran, stood nearby, whispers something to her. "Oh, the dragon ring!" she exclaims with a smile to Gareth. "I believe I should have it by the morrow. We recieved a note from the Underlord just yesterday. With all the excitment of Mask Day, he forgot to pass it on to me. Apparently the ring will be delivered tomorrow morning by courier, and under guard."
The Overlord will wait until the speeches have been made, and the meeting closed, before asking if everyone wishes to move back into the other room.
There - some of the sofas have been cleared, the bar has been re-stocked, and there's a lively quintet just waiting to play.
Nonam Friday March 7th, 2003 11:25:35 AM
Nonam hoists a glass and declares, "I think it's time for a toast. Dragon friends, here's to you and yours and to mine and ours and if mine and ours ever come across you and yours I hope you and yours will do as much for mine and ours as mine and ours have done for you and yours."
Valdor Friday March 7th, 2003 12:07:51 PM
"What he said!" Valdor says as he raises his mug and downs it.
Gareth Friday March 7th, 2003 7:31:08 PM
The warrior's head begins to hurt a little as he tries to figure out what the mage said - but gives up and just drinks. "Here, Here. To new titles for old friends. May we all stand together for the realm!".
Sturtavent Friday March 7th, 2003 7:56:09 PM
Sturtavent stands, "Well then friends, let's adjurn to the room Lady Alicia has planned; however, as you do so, I have a gift of my own to give Lady Alicia if she trusts me to accept."
He turns to Alicia and his eyes are spinning with mischief.
"Have you ever seen your grand city at night....from the sky?"
Without waiting for an answer, he winks at Joe and begins leading her to the entrance balcony again.
Valdor Saturday March 8th, 2003 1:28:33 AM
Valdor smiles and removes himself from the formal room, a mug of fresh ale in hand. He follows Sturdevant and Alicia to the balcony.
"This, I would like to watch," he says. He gives Joe a head nod to the side, implying he'd like Joe to come outside as well. Joe notices that he has his hand in his bag as he watches them.
Gareth Saturday March 8th, 2003 12:35:09 PM
The warrior smiles as he knows what's coming next. He heads to the balcony with the great dragon and activates his boots but stays land bound for now, waiting for Sturtavent to lead.
Clangden Saturday March 8th, 2003 4:03:04 PM
Following the grand procession, Clangden walks up beside Tericus and says, "There is something I think we should do tomorrow before anything else. I have a bad feeling and I think we should be the ones to guard the ring being brought up." His eyes are shifting left and right, as if he's expecting trouble at any second.
Dahlia Sunday March 9th, 2003 1:59:50 PM
Toasting with the rest, Dahlia can't help feeling something is amiss. As the others head out to the balcony, she follows but as they step outside she steps into a shodow so as to watch inside and out from concealment.
Alicia Monday March 10th, 2003 12:08:22 AM
Alicia joins in with the toast. " - to the Consortium of Dragons!" she adds.
She allows Sturtavent to escort her toward the balcony, his words - 'if she trusts me', 'if she trusts me' running over and over in her mind. Did she trust him? Oh, it was far too soon to talk of trust - but then, that was the Overlord talking, not Alicia the merchant's daughter.
She saw that glint of mischief, and the wink he gave one of the Golds. Glancing toward Gareth, she saw him smile - so perhaps there was nothing to worry about. Perhaps she could leave politics alone for a moment.
"Lord Mayor, I don't believe I've ever had that opportunity," she answers with a confident mask of a smile. "What did you have in mind?"
DM Jan Monday March 10th, 2003 12:12:57 AM
The balcony offers a grand view of the City below; its lights reflect off the surrounding water, and city noise can be heard, drifting upward - a distant, lively, multi-voiced whisper.
A short distance away, out in the water - spots of lamplight - turtlemen, fishing.
As for the horizon - blackness, all around. There were no distant Plateau City shorelights here, and due to the omnipresent cloud cover, no stars in the sky. The closest shoreline held the jungle, naturally dark, bereft of civilization, guarding its whereabouts in the inky blackness.
It seemed as though the Float was a lone, glittering beacon, in a darkness that had no end.
Addinein Monday March 10th, 2003 6:12:09 AM
Taking Valdor's hand Addinein returns the shake even though his rythm is a little off. When Valdor comments about killing 50 drow Addinein stares as it him for a moment trying to decipher what he means. Addinein doesn't agree with many of other houses out there. He may have even killed 50 drow himself. He just wonders about Valdor's motivations. Shelving those ideas for a little bit, Addinein turns attention briefly to Clangdon when he comes and speaks to him.
Listening to Clangdon's little story Addinein doesn't comment as everyone gets shuffled to the next room before there's time to really comment. Addinein would have to search his memory to see if he recognizes the name of said drow that Clangdon has mentioned.
Glad to know that there are many different sources to go to. Addinein just sort of clicks everything to the back of his mind to ponder over.
When the toasts starts Addinein throws his in, "May Wardd grants us the ability to be in the right place at the right time."
Tericus Monday March 10th, 2003 9:47:52 AM
"You're right," Tericus tells Clangden. "Let's make sure at least one of us is there."
Clangden Monday March 10th, 2003 10:45:19 AM
"Not one of us brother, all of us," he answers Tericus, waving a hand at both Dragon groups.
"What better way to start off the new friendship between the groups than for Both groups to provide escort for the ring? If the town saw both the Storm and Gold Dragons providing escort of the ring, it would have purposes: 1. We in our minds would know the ring was safely brought up and 2. It would show unity between the Dragons AND the two cities and 3. Think of the moral boost the city would get."
Turning to Valdor he says, "What say you Valdor, what do you think of the idea?"
Valdor Monday March 10th, 2003 11:14:48 AM
Responding to Clangden, Valdor says,"I think that's a great idea. One purpose, one attitude, two groups as one. Let's watch the High Lord and Overlord enjoy their moment and then go get it."
He seems lost in thought for a moment, then adds to Addenein,"I saw some questions on your face my friend. Speak them, I will answer and hide nothing from a friend."
Nonam Monday March 10th, 2003 3:08:01 PM
Nonam nods his approval of Clangden's suggestion and hangs back inside while everyone else heads out to the balcony. Afterall, the mosquitos on this new lake tend to be a bit thick at this hour.
Sturtavent Revealed [DM Jerry] Monday March 10th, 2003 3:56:07 PM
Sturtavent puts both his hands on Alicia's shoulders as if to say stay right here. Then he moves about 30 paces forward and gives a big sigh as if releasing all the stress in his body. Then he turns looking back at Alicia and the rest of the consortium present.
An ultimate calmess comes over his features and he begins to change shape. Growing and undulating, elongating and enlarging, he, over the course of a few seconds, changes into a mighty Gold Dragon, although he looks a bit thin, just maybe.
He lowers himself down on his front knees and extends one leg towards Alicia.
He thinks at her, "Coming aboard?"
Jus Monday March 10th, 2003 9:21:24 PM
Jus, who had wandered down to the kitchens to talk with the staff and help clean up, finally eases some of the staff's nerves by succumbing to their polite, but insistent, pleas for him to return to the party. The staff's comments about everyone stepping outside is what finally persuaded Jus. Saying a few more goodbye's, and nodding towards the women present, Jus heads back upstairs.
His footsteps fall short, however, as he heads towards the balcony only to see a Gold Dragon -- not one of the members led by Valdor, but a real Gold Dragon -- towering above everyone.
It takes Jus but a moment to recognize the unnatural calmness and security he feels when he looks upon this mighty creature... Sturtavent. From times seemingly eons ago, Jus recalls seeing this True Form, and considers himself blessed once again.
Looking for the Overlord and the once-merchant aide of hers, Jus grins in anticipation of their reaction.
Gareth Monday March 10th, 2003 10:21:10 PM
The warrior watches in amazement as the dragon takes his true form once again. He hides his mild surprise at the look of him as even in an apparently weakened state he is still indeed incredible. "A ride with Sturtavent is an amazing thing! Enjoy yourself!". The warrior watches the spectacle and thinks to the Gold. "I would fly with invisibly to insure no treachery, if it's OK. I have my boots and I will go invisibly.".
Alicia - Overlord Tuesday March 11th, 2003 12:36:00 AM
Alicia takes a step back. She had imagined something different. After all, she had seen people fly by magic more than once. But this...
A dragon. Fine. No problem.
Alemi's sandals, he was a dragon! My, oh my, oh my...
Well, she didn't see anyone else screaming and running, so - she steps forward, and places a heeled foot gently on Sturtavent's leg.
A thought - You're not dressed for this - so utterly mundane, brings a grin to her face, and for a moment, she wrestles with yards of silk and the leg of a creature she'd only seen before in books and dreams.
Finally, she climbs aboard, her heart racing. "What do I hold on to?" she risks asking.
DM Jan Tuesday March 11th, 2003 12:44:49 AM
Jus will arrive just in time to see complete and utter shock register on the face of the tall, bulky figure of the Overlord's aide. Terran looks around uncertainly. "Will - will she be all right?" he asks, not sure exactly whether he was supposed to object or not.
After a few attempts at the same question to all he can meet eyes with, the others might get him to calm enough to go into detail about the dragon ring.
"The Underlord was going to have it delivered into guards' custody at first bell tomorrow, at the entrance to the Underlevel, down on the Trash level. If you wish to escort the ring, you're going to have to get up early," he says. "You all been down the Trash Level before? I know it very well. Worked and lived there for fifteen years."
Valdor Tuesday March 11th, 2003 1:48:00 AM
Valdor puts a reassuring hand on Terran's shoulder and says loudly enough for Gareth to hear, "She'll be fine. Besides, what aid can we give, if the most powerful Gold Dragon in the Wold can't take care of it? Besides, Nonam or Joe can levitate her down, if something happens. And Terran, it's been a long time since I've been down there, so, if you don't mind and can be spared for a short time, we'd appreciate an escort."
Mordo Tuesday March 11th, 2003 2:25:09 AM
Mordo sits motionless. He fights his emotions and a virtual strangle hold after fully realizing what the banquet is about. Mordo an actual Gold Dragon. His hands begin to shake again. He quickly puts his cup down and places his hands below the table. Containing his joy quickly turns to concealing his shame. However he is able to form a slight smile to show his appreciation to the others.
Dahlia Tuesday March 11th, 2003 7:06:08 AM
A slight gasp can be heard eminating from the shadows where Dahlia is posted. Whic is followed by the thought, I can't believe I let that out. Followed by; Sturdevant is a REAL Gold Dragon. Gosh He is beautiful. Oh what it must feel like to really fly.
Clangden Tuesday March 11th, 2003 8:46:25 AM
Spitting up a mouthful of ale, Clangden stares in awe of the real Sturdavent. Even though he saw in his mind what he was, seeing the real thing is something more.
After the shock of the transformation, and knowing Alicia is in the best possible hands in the area, Clangden snaps back to reality, and agrees with Valdor, asking Terran to escort us down in the morning.
After Sturdavent takes flight, Clangden watches for a few moments, then, with the approval of everyone else, he excuses himself from the proceedings and heads out, explaining to Tericus to tell the others that he's gonna go do some stuff before the escort in the morning and that he will talk to him when he gets back.
Clangden leaves.
Dae'lin Tuesday March 11th, 2003 10:18:45 AM
Dae'lin remains with the group as they adjourn to where Sturtavent reveals himself as a gold dragon. While others are shocked and amazed, Dae'lin stands there expressionless, and all he can feel is envy... to the core of his being.
Nonam Tuesday March 11th, 2003 10:25:37 AM
Nonam wonders just why Sturtevent would reveal himself as a dragon out on the balcony in plain sight of any who care to see. He kept his true nature a secret for so long, so why now? Why not in his own city? The wizard sits inside and tries to puzzle out an answer while the others hang out on the balcony.
Mordrid Tuesday March 11th, 2003 1:25:02 PM
Mordrid looks at Nonam and shrugs. "I think the whole affair is unnecessarily risky. If something were to happen to those two right now, two great cities would be without leaders. But, who am I." Mordrid leans against the railing and looks out into the night. "That's OK, if something goes wrong, we can fix it." Mordrid's last comment drips with sarcasm.
Shirri the Hooded Tuesday March 11th, 2003 2:10:10 PM
The ghost of memory stirs in the mind of the veiled troubadour as Shirri sees Sturtavent's true form. Her indulgent smile remains hidden as she catches Mordrid's ironic words. Placing a dainty hand upon one of the bounty hunter's shoulders, she voices agreement in Nonam's direction:
"Aye, 'tis the ordained task of all Dragons to do so."
Addinein Tuesday March 11th, 2003 2:45:42 PM
When Valdor asks about what Addinein was thinking he turns his gaze towards Valdor. Considering his words and his thoughts carefully Addinein resonds, "Your choice of words when describing what happened on that fateful day of our family coming to the surface confused me a little bit. You talk of the fifty drow that you killed and then you talk of how they are evil incarnate.
By what you have said then one might consider that I must be evil incarnate?! But having lived there I take it that you must mean that those drow, or individuals of drow descent must have belonged to houses that were evil or that they couldn't be trusted? I just wish to find the distinction of what you said. I am still getting used to some of these new distinctions that I didn't know existed."
As an after thought Addinein smiles and adds, "I am thinking that if you wish to meet my Matron you may have to be very careful how you say things if she asks your opinion about Drows."
As Sturtavent reveals himself, Addinein has a moment of panic sweep over him. He quickly remembers that he's seen the dragon before but never up this close and personal with time to touch and stare. There was a matter of his own neck being in the noose at the time.
Now that he has time to sit and stare he'll just sit there stunned of the impossibility of it all. Dragons weren't unknown when he was below. But they are even more rare to be seen below than from above, from the talks that he's had with the some of the surface people.
Valdor Tuesday March 11th, 2003 3:25:14 PM
A look of relief crosses Valdor's face and he responds, placing a large arm around Addenein's shoulders. "Ah, you misundestand me. I was re-living that moment when we were talking and remembering how I felt at that time. Let me clarify, I had always believed all drow were purely evil, but I also felt like that was just a result of the way they were raised, and their parents before them and so on. We are all... victims... if you will, of our surroundings. I have changed my viewpoint because of you and your sister. I met her a long time ago and was very impressed. She was not what I remembered drow to be like. So please understand, I never believe ill of anyone, until they prove to me that they are not to be trusted as a friend. Then, however... well, let's just say I'm much better as a friend. Anyway, I'm glad you've joined the Storms. They are good and have their hearts in the right places."
Gareth Tuesday March 11th, 2003 8:51:50 PM
The warrior makes sure that the Overlord makes it onto Sturtavent's back, just simply amazed yet again at his size. He backs away and activates his ring of invisibility as he does, trying to not interrupt the moment but being prepared for anything.
Bryndal Wednesday March 12th, 2003 1:59:26 AM
Once again, the tiny dragon is caught a little unawares by the emotions of her companion.
Pride..... be proud... this is what we are...
Encouragement? A fact, as she sees it, sat there purring on the Dae'lin's shoulder.
Nick Wednesday March 12th, 2003 2:10:04 AM
Nick solemnly thanks Valdor, Mordrid and Joe for the gift. This had been a poignant ceremony, making him think of his family, especially as Addinein's kin were mentioned, and the thought slipped out before he could stop it. Would this be enough, in his father's eyes, to rank him alongside his brothers?
Bah. He was beyond all that now. None of that mattered. Just an old ghost come to haunt him.
With a smile, he joined in with the toast, and ventured toward the balcony. Sturtavent's transformation was a little disquieting, but Nick had seen a dragon before, impressive though the Mayor was, and he was fairly sure all would be well.
At the mention of a trip down to the Trash Level to escort the ring, Nick's eyes light up. "Would we be able to see the whole City? Level by level?" he asked.
DM Jan Wednesday March 12th, 2003 2:19:07 AM
"I would be honoured to take everyone down there," says Terran the aide, glowing with pride. "We should meet an hour before first bell, at the front gate of the palace. That will give us plenty of time."
He nods at the departing Clangden, and says to Valdor, "I just want you to know... during the dark times, me and my brothers - we heard your message. We knew you would win. We painted your name on the walls, and told folks - even when some wanted to make a deal with Plateau...."
The man tails off, realising what he just said, and his eyes shift toward the form of the giant dragon. "Forgive me. I talk too plain."
Back inside the room, one of the staff approaches Nonam. "Are these other ladies and gentlemen staying the night, sir? Only we'll have to make arrangements if they are."
Nonam Wednesday March 12th, 2003 9:31:04 AM
Nonam looks a bit suprised that he spoke his thoughts out loud. He silently vows that he'll be a bit more careful in the future.
When the servant speaks to him, he replies, "I cannot speak for the Overlord's hospitality, but I think that it is likely." Nonam looks over at Shirri and Mordrid, "Of course, you may all stay with us too. Of course the mansion isn't quite as fancy as the Overlord's Palace, but it's a pretty nice place."
Joe Of The Hand Wednesday March 12th, 2003 9:44:13 AM
Joe watches the Gold Dragon prepare to take flight and he shivers a bit. Then looking at Mordrid he smiles. Love makes the wise foolish, a coward brave, and a boy a man. It does not allow the mind to rule, in fact it can make you foolish enough to make a demand of Gargul himself, but then perhaps soon you may see what I mean.
Mordrid's Vision [DM Jerry] Wednesday March 12th, 2003 11:41:37 AM
When Mordrid says the words, "I think the whole affair is unnecessarily risky," two heads whip around to stare at him with surprise: Sturtavent, and Valdor.
At that instant, Mordrid's face goes blank. A moment later, so do the faces of Sturtavent and Valdor.
For Mordrid, his world explodes around him. For a moment, he sees nothing, but then his vision clears and he sees what must be an alternate Wold, for in this Wold, he is the center. Leading out from Mordrid are roads in all directions.
For a moment, these roads are like possibilities, choices he can make and future paths he can try to make real. Almost instantly, however, some of the roads begin to be blocked, as Mordrid senses the awareness of others moving to protect themselves and their interests from his awareness.
Along one road he sees Sturtavent, with Alicia on his back. Sturtavent says, "Amazing! You can see it too! Now, try to change your focus. Try to make me the center. Try to look at the Wold through my eyes. Concentrate!"
However, no matter how hard he tries, Mordrid cannot shift the center of the possibility roads to Sturtavent. He does see however see a couple of possibilities on the road leading to Sturtavent. If Sturtavent and Alicia make the flight alone, indefinite good things can come of it. However, if others tag along, one or both of the leaders will start a set of circumstances that way down the road may lead to some sort of funeral.
Then as suddenly as it began, it ends. Mordrid is slapped back into the normal Wold.
For an instant, Valdor sees a tenuous cable connecting Sturtavent and Mordrid. Almost instantly it is broken.
All that the rest of the assemblage sees is Valdor, Mordrid, and Sturtavent freezing for a moment with their eyes glazing over. Then they are aware again.
Tericus Wednesday March 12th, 2003 12:02:36 PM
"Clangden will be back soon." Tericus says to Nonam.
Valdor Wednesday March 12th, 2003 12:04:48 PM
Snapping back to himself, Valdor says,"Whoa, what is in this ale that you guys have here in the Float? That was intense."
He remembers then that he was conversing with Terran, and responds with surprise on his face, and even a bit of red tint shwing as close to a blush as you will ever see,"You painted my name? By Domi's Hammer am I ever honored. I sure didn't expect such notoriety. I didn't win anything, though. We all did it. It was for everyone, that I did that message...to give people hope who hadn't seen anything to hope for in a long time. To let them know that there were people fighting for good. Oh, and we will be there ready to go in the morning."
Valdor pats him on the shoulder and heads over to Mordrid and says,"Uh, what was that about?"
Shirri the Hooded d20+25=39 Wednesday March 12th, 2003 12:22:23 PM
Shirri looks intently into the face of Mordrid, concern rife in her very stance as the bounty hunter suddenly looks blank. She tries to judge whether he is either being ensorceled or having a mystic experience of some kind. (OOC: rolled a voluntary Spellcraft check of 39.)
"My lord..." she asks when consciousness once more shows in his expression. "Art thou all right? Art thou in need of healing...or rest..?"
Mordrid Wednesday March 12th, 2003 12:33:34 PM
Looking Valdor dead in the eyes, "I don't know. I never claimed to be a smart man, however the moments previous I experienced a glimpse of high reality. I have never experienced such a thing before."
Mordrid turns to face the entire assembledge on the ledge. Raising his voice he speaks loud enough for all to hear. "Sturtavent and Alicia must be allowed to travel alone. Gareth, where-ever you may be, I fear that our interference on this night would have dire consequences."
Mordrid grabs Shirri, "You must trust me. You must tell them. Use your words. make them believe."
Turning to Valdor, "You were there too. What did you see?"
Addinein d20+6=9 Wednesday March 12th, 2003 6:18:59 PM
Watching the proceedings Addinein quickly tries to see if he recognizes anything familiar about what has happened to the three. (spellcraft check of 9).
Gareth Wednesday March 12th, 2003 9:55:37 PM
The warrior calls out to Mordrid. "OK, I'll wait here...". He stands ready to fly on a moments notice.
Dahlia Wednesday March 12th, 2003 10:11:23 PM
Feeling the tension suddenly peek for some reason, Dahlia looks around to see what is about. Other than seing Sturtevant taking off with the overlord, nothing seems to be amiss, and yet..... loosening her sword and daggers, she waits and watches from the shadows.
Nonam Thursday March 13th, 2003 8:43:25 AM
Nonam narrows his eyes and looks around the room at everyone, but he keeps his mouth shut. He really hates not understanding something. And now there are two things that he doesn't understand. Why Sturtevent wants to fly over the city and what just happened to Mordrid?
Joe Of The Hand Thursday March 13th, 2003 9:21:11 AM
Joe looks worried but not frightened. The Wold is affter all a puzzling place.
Jus Thursday March 13th, 2003 10:01:29 AM
Jus listens, curious as to what passed between Sturtavent and Mordrid. However, with a Dragon present, Jus isn't too surprised that strange things are afoot.
"So, what time do we wake tomorrow?"
Tericus Thursday March 13th, 2003 10:57:41 AM
Tericus just shakes his head. "I guess we can expect trouble now."
DM Jan Thursday March 13th, 2003 11:25:19 AM
What just happened? Something wonderful? Or something terrible?
Alicia is watching closely the reaction of the Storm Dragons to all of this. She trusts them, and if they appear apprehensive or worried, then there's no way she will go through with this.
To the Palace man, who was concerned as to whether he should prepare rooms for the Golds, this was an uneasy situation. There was a dragon on the balcony, and folk were beginning to act a little strange. This was an ordinary man, loyal to the Palace, loyal to the Overlord. The kind of magic he employed was the kind that got breakfast on tables, kept the floors polished, and made sure the floral arrangements on various tables were kept fresh. If this situation was a little unnerving to those used to the fantastic, then perhaps it might seem incomprehensible and a little frightening to those who were not.
This man says something about getting some rooms ready, and heads for the door. Fast.
The question remains - are the Golds to stay over at the Storm Dragon Mansion, or here at the Palace?
Meanwhile - on the lower levels, Clangden works his way through various taverns, drinking a quantity of ale that would floor an ordinary man, but of course this was no ordinary man, this was Clangden. Engaging in tittle tattle, chat, gossip, just letting off steam after a grand night... maybe.
Shirri the Hooded Thursday March 13th, 2003 1:53:46 PM
Concern floods the depths of Shirri's amethyst eyes as she contemplates the earnestness of Mordrid's expression. She glances curiously at Valdor--obviously wondering if the leader of the Gold Dragons had, as the bounty hunter seems to assert, shared whatever experience that Mordrid just lived through.
"Methinks there be nothing amiss with allowing my lord Sturtavent and my lady Alicia their flight...such an event wouldst aid in the bonding between not just the two cities, but--of most import--twixt the two people themselves."
Mordrid Thursday March 13th, 2003 2:37:20 PM
Mordrid glances at Shirri, He speaks, "aye"; seconding Shirri's comment.
Up Up and Away [DM Jerry] Thursday March 13th, 2003 5:33:27 PM
Immediately and with no warning, Sturtavent, as if he can't wait another momene longer, leaps into the air.
Soon they disappear into the sky.
About 5 minutes later he sweeps around the side of the Overpalace and lands, quickly transforming back into human form. He nods at her seriously smiles a woeful smile and says, "I'll be in touch soon. Be careful. I'll push that trade declaration through the Council as best as I can."
He turns to the assemblage. "Thank you for the memorable evening. I will treasure it for a long time. Good night all. Duty presses. He bows, and gives Mordrid a reassuring handshake.
"We'll talk soon Mordrid in perhaps...in a short time down the road."
Once again he bows. As he straightens, he vanishes.
Alicia - Overlord Thursday March 13th, 2003 11:43:25 PM
All over before it was begun. That was how it seemed.
Alicia gives Sturtavent a bow, and a warm smile. "The entire City will be indebted to you," she says, and gives a sigh as he leaves. Supressing the urge to run shrieking along the corridors like a school girl after a wild turtle ride, she turns to her guests.
"I believe you will all be staying with us this evening? You are more than welcome. The Palace is yours unless you have made other arrangements. Now I don't know about anyone else, but I could do with a glass of wine."
DM Jan Thursday March 13th, 2003 11:58:52 PM
Compared to the ceremony, the wild dragon rides, and for some - a sudden, jolting 'awareness', like a third eye had just opened for the very first time - the rest of the evening passes in relative calm.
((OOC - Apologies in advance, I'm away now till Sunday))
Valdor Friday March 14th, 2003 2:45:47 AM
"Um, I just caught a glimpse of a contact between you and Sturdevant, Mordrid. It broke off and I kinda woke up, if you know what I mean. That was weird."
He watches the ride with amusement and says to Alicia," Thank you for your offer. I'm not sure where we're planning to stay the night actually. We must get up very early to escort the 'ring-bearer' to your palace. If it's not too much trouble, we'd be honored to stay here. If it's a lot of trouble, the Storms have offered a room at their place as well. Of course, I could grab a couch and be perfectly at home."
Gareth Friday March 14th, 2003 9:06:07 AM
The warrior watches with intensity as the leaders take their flight. Once they return he reappears with relief and bows to Sturtavent before he vanishes. The warrior immediately moves to Alicia's side and offers to escort her "I think wine would be a wonderful idea. Pretty amazing being in the presence of the most magnificent gold in the Wold, isn't it? Several of us had the opportunity to ride on him as he sped away from Plateau City to escape death. It wasn't nearly as joyous as this, but it was awesome nonetheless.".
Joe Of The Hand Friday March 14th, 2003 9:09:53 AM
Joe bows deeply to the Overlord and smiles. "Your offer is genourous to a fault dear lady but there are things that must be done and things that must be checked. I thank you for your hospitality but I must be going." Then looking around at the other Gold Dragons he reacheds into his pocket and pulls out a cube of black glass, turning it over in his palm he finds the side he is looking for and rubs his thumb over it dropping it to the ground. Suddenly there is a huge gate where the cube was and through the gate you can see the meeting hall of the Gold Dragons. "Any one else need or want to go home?"
Nonam Friday March 14th, 2003 9:18:55 AM
Nonam looks up at Joe, "I need to go home, but I'll just walk. Well, maybe I'll take a carriage. You are all welcome to stay the night with us or wherever else you might wish. Goodnight all, I'll see you in the morning when we escort the ring."
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