Some Men Call Me, Ebyron (DM/Al) d20+12=14 Tuesday November 15th, 2005 12:53:04 PM
The high clear note falls. But before it comes to earth, a second note fills the air, joined by a third and a fourth. Soon a melody plays among the drifting colors, a melody different for each person who hears it.
Each of the Children of Chaos feel the magical effects of the tune. All shake it off except for Sly Foxx. He laughs in a seemingly unending hilarity. He imagines that Luke is there as well. Luke is not. Only the Children. Only those with the Tattoos. (Sorry, my fault. Should have made that clear last post. No friends or familiars. No Luke. No Yorrick. No Dalek. No Rufus.) Peerimus momentarily holds off the song, then decides to embrace it. Tears fall from his eyes, tears of soul purging grief.
The sound of the pipes draws near, and from out of the swirl of multi-colored air a figure approaches.
"Hello! I knew you had to be around here somewhere." A magnificent Satyr strides forward across the carpet of flowers. The tune seems to settle around him like gently falling snow as he gesticulates with the pan-pipes in one hand. Thick curly hair covers his naked body, and the horns at the sides of his head curve in spirals that speak of his age and power. His eyes glow with light. And on his face he wears a grin full of large square teeth.
"I am Ebyron," the Satyr lifts his nose into the air and scents the breeze, "and you smell of Maab." With a capering gait, he strides into the midst of the group without fear. "More to the point, I am part of Ebyron. Stand up, please." He looks down at Peerimus. "You're embarrassing me. And you!" The Satyr points his pipes at Sly Foxx. "Wipe that silly grin off your face."
"Something draws me to you people. There's just something about you." He approaches Savin pulling close to the monk's face, eyeing him closely and smelling his skin. Suddenly, a forked tongue darts out of Ebyron's grinning mouth, missing a lick at Savin's cheek. The Satyr looks momentarily hurt.
"I know that you have the acorns. They say LIVE, SLEEP, and DIE. Right? Am I right? I'm right. I know I'm right. I've been through this before. Or, at least the other parts of me have. You're here to pass judgment upon me. Stand up straight when I talk to you, young man," he commands, Firn'gaer as he passes the gnome.
"And I *know* what you are all going to chose. Yes! I know. You're going to let me LIVE! Right? What did I do that was so wrong? So I get a little wild. Besides, we all share a special connection, you and I. I'm not sure what it is. But I feel it in my bones. Why else would you have created this marvelous little place just for me." He turns in a circle, arms outstretched, indicating the dreamscape all around.
"So, what say you cast your nuts and get lets this over with, huh?" His eyes light upon Selena and he raises one eyebrow. "Then, afterwards, we can maybe get into something ... a little more comfortable, if you know what I mean. You, me, handsome over there?" Ebyron jerks a thumb at Jaeden. "What say you and me do him together?" And something large and unspeakable stirs beneath the hair between his legs, and the crazy grin on his face grows even wider.
Savin Tuesday November 15th, 2005 4:56:00 PM
Savin pulls back as the Satyr trys to lick him with a look of disgust on his face. He says, "What have you done to my friends? Leave them alone!"
He then interposes himself infront of Selena and snarls, "Stay away from her. She is a lady, not some beast who would rut in the woods.
You want us to vote for you! Why should we? All I have seen is death and destruction since you have arrived. Wild! A tornado is while but I wouldn't want one to visit."
Savin will activate his displacement cloak.
Selena Tuesday November 15th, 2005 5:52:12 PM
Selena sends a smile to Savin and duplicates Savins Look of disgust toward Satyr and then some there is a the look of utter repuslsion and sickness, almost like her is going to puke. " Stay away from me you over grown goat, I would rather bed a troll or a Dwarf then get "a little more comfortable with you" and if you try it i will remove any part that come and where near me witha dull rust spoon" turning her head to the Firn'gaer and Peerimus I think it a few nuts short of a tree but what the hell does it want with us ?
Selena (reprint) Tuesday November 15th, 2005 6:12:29 PM
Selena sends a smile to Savin and duplicates Savins Look of disgust toward Satyr and then some there is a the look of utter repuslsion and sickness, almost like her is going to puke. " Stay away from me you over grown goat, I would rather bed a troll or a Dwarf then get "a little more comfortable with you" and if you try it i will remove any part that come anywhere near me with a dull rust spoon" turning her head to the Firn'gaer and Peerimus I think it a few nuts short of a tree but what the hell does it want with us
Sly Tuesday November 15th, 2005 7:37:52 PM
Sly tries to stop laughing, But it is very hard to Comtrole, when you see a Satyr coming threw a colorful mist, Playing those pipes, "Tee! Hee! what do you think of this sight Luke?" Sly ask the dog, but not waiting for and answer.
Sly advances to stand next to Selena, answering her question. "Snicker! Snicker! Why my dear lady, he want us to vote as to weather he Dies, Lives or Sleep. You know he three acorns we receive way back before all this trouble started, Hee! Hoo! my sides hurts. You want us to forgive the misery and death you caused in this wold? I don't think we should vote for you to Live, You don't deseve to go on spreading all this misery for your own whim. You don't desrve to DIE either, you acting as if this is your playground and everybody in this wold is your toy, for you to push around, beside it goes againest my nature,
I would rather see you have another Long, Long SLEEP." Sly goes into his pouch, taking out the three acorns and showes them to the rest of the party "Peerimus! He weants us to vote! What do you think?" Sly wait for an answer from their leader.
Firn'gaer Wednesday November 16th, 2005 8:58:06 AM
The satyr appears and in satyr fashion, Ebyron sees everything as fun and games. The destruction is just part of his fun.
"I am standing Ewe goat." He says rudely in response to the obnoxiousness of Ebyron.
He looks to Peerimus trying to see if he can get any idea of which way the druid maybe leaning. He's fairly certain he's doesn't want Ebyron dead, but LIVE or SLEEP. Firn'gaer wonders to himself. Firn'gaer doesn't vote DEAD, yet, but making the wilds more dangerous isn't very appealing either. He's leaning towards SLEEP but he wants to get a better feel for Ebyron and the reactions of the others, Peerimus in particular.
"We are to chose his fate." He says to Selena. "In a dream, we awoke him and now it is to us to determine this incarations future."
Firn'gaer turns to Ebyron, "Which incarnation are you. What aspect of the whole Ebyron do you represent?" He says awaiting the satyr's response.
Peerimus d20+5=18 Wednesday November 16th, 2005 9:46:56 AM
The second and third notes reach to the druid, but he ignores them for the moment. Then a voice and not that of any of his companions and the druids strong legs flex, propelling him instantly to a standing position even as the satyr, Ebyron berates him. Peerimus stands blinking for a few moments re-gathering his thoughts and himself. He had allowed himself a moment to dwell into teh vast choice before them, the dangers wrought of Ebyron's awakening, the lives lost, those to come and the tear in his soul over his love of Father and Mother and his love for family. Peerimus takes a few steps away and then turns, again stoically under control as is expected. Oh to cast back to the exhuberance of life. Drink, food, song andcompanionship. It seems to long lost to me. Remember Peerimus to stretch wide your arms and embrace live and love when you can, for life is fleeting and regret is eternal.
With those last thoughts a smile rolls across his face and his head cocks slightly, a twinkle of long ago returning to his eyes. Wagging his finger playfully towards Sly "Ah ah ah. No you don't my clever friend. This is a vote of conscience and is for each of us."
Then looking to Ebyron, "And at first you seemed so intelligent." Peerimus's smile never falters and with a small laugh of his own he continues, "Why we created this to lure you to conversation. Not as a trick, but we knew it would take something grand and wild to attract your attention. It seems we were right." Peerimus pointedly ignores the exchange betweeen Savin, Selena and Ebyron and his eyes dance a little more as his mind begins to further wrap about the nature of the avatar.
"When you awoke and saw the Wold I saw the tear fall from you eye at what had transpired during your rest, and it was, in part, that memory that held me moments ago. Might I ask what was most heavily on your heart?"
"You should also know we were given much more than a simple choice of fate by Maab. I talk to much, Strike up those pipes we should celebrate." Peerimus throws his hand up and then attempts to alter the dreamscape. Knowing it is indeed a dream, the druid tries to will a celebration table and feast into existence. [Wisdom check 18]
Sly Wednesday November 16th, 2005 4:56:11 PM
With a grim on his face, Sly watches his leader very closely. "He has something up his sleeve! Peerimus might change my mind about this big bag of wind. I better listen for a while."
Jaeden Wednesday November 16th, 2005 6:35:35 PM
At Ebryon's remark Jaeden gives a bit of a laugh, being able to appreciate the crude humor. But humor aside there is more to this encounter than jokes. He stays quiet as Peerimus takes charge of the conversation.
The warrior is still too ignorant about this being to be comfortable judging it.
The Chaotic Aspect, Of Course (DM/Al) d20+5=21 d6=1 Wednesday November 16th, 2005 6:54:04 PM
"Done to your friends?" The look on Ebyron's face is one of true puzzlement. "Why, I've done nothing to your friends." And sure enough, Sly no longer feels the compulsion to laugh. He is free to laugh or not, as he would chose.
"Neither have I had a hand in your ... destruction and death. Why would I wish to cause Misery? I don't spread misery." he says to Sly Foxx. "Destruction, death, misery. It just ... happens. It's the Natural Order of things. And, I, if anything, am a nature boy." hehehe Again he leers at Selena. "Oh yes. Things are fairly flattened in the place where your bodies lie in sleep. But elsewhere across the Wold chickens lay five times the eggs they used to. Pumpkins grow the size of ponies. Babies slip from their mother's wombs without trauma or pain. Nature gives big. Big, big, big."
"If you send me to sleep, nature will be denied, I'm afraid. Things will go back to their same boring selves. And if, well, I die. Hmmm. I wouldn't like that. If you vote DIE, then nature will lose it's power. Cities and the constructions of sentient beings will take more prominence."
"You know, I don't think I like the sound of that. Must work on a better way to phrase that. But, what to do? If you don't vote me LIVE ... well ... " The Satyr stands in uffish thought. "I could always kill you. Oh, but killing is just so much work, you know? Yes, well, I suppose that you do know. You have that scent about you."
"Say, Sweetheart," Ebyron turns the subject on a dime, and resumes his advances to Lady Silverhand, "if you don't like this, what say we make it this way?" Before the eyes of the group, his form shifts, shrinks and changes. Suddenly, there are two Savins standing in the field of flowers. One is not displaced, and still wears the crazy grin of Ebyron across his face. This one also has a large bulge in his trousers.
Ebyron in the form of Savin rolls his eyes as Firn'gaer speaks behind him. "Listen Sonny-Boy, didn't your parents ever tell you that speaking when you're not spoken to can stunt your growth? Though, you know," the Savin with the crazy grin begins walking in a circle around Firn'gaer. As he taps his chin with one finger in contemplation he changes once again. This time he becomes a baboon. In a waddling stride Ebyron continues pacing around Firn'gaer, gesticulating with his long primate arms. "Which incarnation am I? I've never considered that question. What is anyone, really? Need anyone be any one thing? I know that I feel comfortable with you. I'm drawn to you. All of you."
The baboon raises it's nose and scents the air. It's eyes turn again toward Selena, peering at something under her dress. Scampering over, the Ebyron-ape homes in on ... her ankle. Or, rather the tattoo on her ankle.
"Here now ... What's this under here?"
"Hmmm? What? Tear?" Ebyron the Baboon turns, distracted by Peerimus. "Yes. I was sad. So many things had changed. The elves, my favorite people had moved into cities. So many of the things I had built ... "
And then Peerimus changes the landscape. The field of endless flowers becomes a checkered expanse of red and white squares that stretch on as far as the eye can see. Piles of ... things lie strewn around, a mound of fruit, bowls of mushrooms of dubious edibility, leaves and twigs, rotting corpses, loaves of bread with cheese, a font of golden ambrosia, food for every conceivable entity stretching out to the horizon.
"Boy and chippie!!!" the Ebyron-baboon shouts. "This man knows how to throw a party!!! Lets eat!"
Ebyron changes yet again, this time into a spider as large as Luke. (Knowledge Nature vs DC25 for the following: Highlight to display spoiler: {The spider is actually an Aranea.}) "DIG IN!" the spider shouts and takes a bit out of Lady Silverhand's ankle just over the Tattoo before running off toward one of the bowls of mushrooms.
(Selena: Take 1hp damage. Also make a Fortitude save vs DC 13 or take 1d6 STR damage. One minute later make a secondary Fortitude save vs DC13 or take 2d6 STR damage.)
Savin, you may make an AoO against Ebyron if you like. The following below, happens regardless, I'm afraid. And any damage inflicted disappears as Ebyron changes. Selena, you may not take an AoO, because you are unarmed.)
The Ebyron the spider stops in it's tracks 30 feet away. It changes once again into his Satyr form.
"That taste! I know it! I know you! I know me!!! I revel in the wild and unpredictable. I am the chaotic aspect of Ebyron! To know me is not to know me. No wonder I have been so drawn to you. Lets us all feast and make merry here as the new millennium brings anarchy for all!!!" His laugh of pure joy rings across the landscape of bounty.
"Now I *know* you have to love me!!! GrrrOWL!" Once again, with the crazy smile.
Selena (kristel) d20=9 d20=1 d6=6 d6=6 d6=2 d20+8=26 d4+1=3 Wednesday November 16th, 2005 8:53:32 PM
Selena grabs her legs with a scream " AAAAAAHHHH" and quickly lashing out with her dagger, she dagger plunges into the harry spiders body (3 hp) Selena turns pale and takes a unsure step back and falls to the ground with a dull thud as the spiders poision works its way through her system
Sly d20+6=24 Thursday November 17th, 2005 5:45:02 AM
Sly steps in frount of Selena's body (where she is on the ground) He tells her "Remember! Selena, this is only a dream." Then Sly stands upright facing the Ebyron, This time he's not laughing or smiling. "Your wrong, chicken that lays five eggs a day, Pumpking that grow to the size of a horse and giving birth with out pain, is NOT nature's way. Mother Nature has her own reason of her actions and LAWS, You My Enermy! Are Chaos running wild and out of ordre, I would love to see you DEAD!"
Still facing this Satyr, Sly calls for Luke. "Luke Give the cure posion to Lady Selena, Please. Luke? Luke? Where are you? Oh! You have not included Luke in this Dream! You have every intention of killing Lady Selena! For that act alone you should Die!"
Peerimus d20+17=28 Thursday November 17th, 2005 2:51:57 PM
Peerimus blinks a few times, It worked, sort of Peerimus scruches his nose as his vision scans the landscape. The chaos sign, Ebyron, I wonder how close they are. Does Ebyron and Maab exist as the balance? Chaos to order, unbridled life to restraint? Would the two flow back to balance and it is just the sudden onslaught of life and chaos that has caused the apparent shift. Maab caught unprepared after so long? The creature moves off and Peerimus notes the spider creature and places it. [Know Nature 28] The Avatar of Chaos in the natural world, fitting I suppose. That will have to wait. First things first Peerimus decides to test his theory.
"Sly try and remain calm, there is no need to feed him." Peerimus waves down to all his companions. "A moment friends." he then cocks his head and addresses Ebyron.
"Anarchy to all? A bit presumptious is that not? What about your anchor? What of Maab? She will soon adjust and the flow of the natural world, while it shall remained heightened, will soon settle again. As it should. There will be no reign of anarchy, no Wold of absolutes. It was before your slumber, despite Maab it occurred during your sleep and now upon your revival it will soon again."
Peerimus awaits what he hopes is not a scathing reply, he is gambling a bit, but it will provide great insight no matter which side the unpredictable Ebyron weighs in on. But it is that unpredictability he is counting on to accurate information at least. Deception takes thought and planning, chaos and anger rarely have those luxuries.
Savin Thursday November 17th, 2005 4:59:43 PM
Savin is tensed to rush over and strike at the ever changing Fey King. His knuckles tighten around his quarter staff but Peerimus's words hold him back. He decides to activate the tattoo on his chest, making his quarterstaff magical. He goes on with his preparations for battle hoping he won't have to fight a god like figure.
He then thinks about what Sly has said, "Are they in a dream? Can they get hurt here?" He tries an experiment to see if he can effect the dream. He tries to enlarge himself, wondering if he can control his own reality
Firn'gaer d20+7=26 d20+8=11 Thursday November 17th, 2005 6:22:30 PM
Firn'gaer is unfamiliar with the form other than that of a large spider. [KS Nature DC11]
"Isn't this just perfect, Chaos." He says to himself aloud. "It would figure wouldn't it."
"This is more than a dream. I suspect this is closer to the state during the awakening and more real that dream." He speaks again aloud to himself about the local landscape.
Leaving the conversation to Peerimus and the others, Firn'gaer slips out his mirror and peers into it. The Vision should determine the truth. If he speaks it, the mirror should register him. Should anyway is the thoery of the wizard. [Int DC26]
Jaeden Ohm d20=12 Thursday November 17th, 2005 7:52:10 PM
Seeing the results of Peerimus' efforts Jaeden decides to give it a shot as well. Keeping his eyes on the avatar he pours his willpower into the very familiar image of his armor.
He hold up his arm to see if there are any results...
rolls and actions will check 12 not sure what Jaedens will bonus is, dont have sheet here
I Yam What I Yam ... (DM/Al) Thursday November 17th, 2005 9:00:39 PM
"Ow ... " Ebyron reaches over his shoulder, and his hand comes back red with blood.
" ... no. Die? Why? Why do you hate me? Is it because of her?" Ebyron pleads with Sly Foxx, indicating Lady Silverhand lying upon the ground. "She's fine. She'll be fine. Nature goes a little wild every now and then. Sure, a few people die. Some get maimed. Some crippled. Some made homeless paupers. But life goes on. Doesn't it?"
"Here. Here. If it makes you feel better." Ebyron crumples to the ground, assuming the form of a snake. Quickly he slithers back to Selena and curls about the very ankle that he had bitten. Suddenly, her body is bathed in light. Her wounded ankle is healed. All of the poison is leached from her body. She feels, if anything, better than before.
"There," Ebyron slithers across the red and white checkered ground, between two steaming plates of noodles, where he spreads into wide thick puddle of gray ooze. "Do you love me now?" If an ooze could pout, this one was pouting now.
The corners of the ooze suck into it's center, coming together to once again from Ebyron, lying on the red and white ground, his head up on one elbow.
"Maab." He sighs. "You know, I miss her. I love her so much. And at the same time I want to rip the fallopian tubes from her body." Ebyron leaps to his hooves, his fists clenched. He begins pacing back and forth. "She is the most infuuuuuriating person. And she wants to kill me! Or put me to sleep! Which is the same thing. She's the one who started this whole acorn thing! But then, you know that. I cherish her every breath. And I want to watch her die screaming."
"Every have one of those relationships?"
"You want to know something," Ebyron the Satyr levels a finger at Peerimus, "the Wold is what you make it. It's all in your hands. And my hands. Everyone's hands. We could make anarchy. We could destroy everything!!! But then the fun would be over."
"Look, how am I supposed to know how things are going to be? I'm a god of nature. I'm not a seer. Your guess is as good as mine."
Jaeden attempts a small influence upon reality. He holds up his steel clad arm. And, he wonders why he ever doubted that he would be unarmored in the first place.
Savin attempts something a little more elaborate. Suddenly, Ebyron's head swells and expands. His eyes widen. He seems as surprised at this turn of events as anyone else. Sly's legs grow to four times their size. Jaeden bulges out in the middle. Firn'gaer's arms spool out like spaghetti and lie limp upon the ground. Then, in a snap, everybody grows. The whole group leaps skyward as their bodies swell to the size of mountains. When things stop, everyone is again proportional. But the ground is very far away. The food below is nearly invisible. But, in a place in which the horizon goes on forever ... what really is the difference? Suffice to say, everyone feels very enlarged.
Even with all of the madness, Firn'gaer draws out the Vision of Noxnyx. The whole screen is shot through with the colors that represent the chaos power within the bodies of each member of the party. It is as though the land, the air, everything glows with it. Each member of the party glows even stronger, clearly defined to Firn'gaer's eye. The only thing that does not radiate the chaos energy ... is Ebyron. He is the outsider here. Though drawn to the group, and wildly chaotic himself. He, himself, seems not to be empowered.
"WOW! That was INCREDIBLE! Which one of you did that? You know, I knew there was a reason I loved you all. Lets do that again."
"Look," the crazy grin turns a bit lopsided as Ebyron cocks a hip and settles in for some semi-serious talk, "why don't you just vote me LIVE? Hmmm? Then we can all get on with the party. It's all up to you, you know. I can't promise you things will be this way or that way or anything. I don't know. All I know is the way I am. And all I can be is the way I am. Maybe there are laws that govern it. Gods know I can't figure them out."
"So vote me LIVE. Or ... I might get angry." Ebyron changes his shape once again. This time he becomes a huge 12 headed hydra. "And I'm not very nice, when I'm angry."
Savin Thursday November 17th, 2005 9:33:19 PM
Savin is shocked with his experiment and the power it reveals. He wonders what would happen if he just...."NO! Don't even think it!"
He pulls out his acorns and looks at them and then up at the Fey King. "You give no real justification for your life. You belittle the harm you do but don't promise to try and do better. All you do is threaten us with our lives. Still it seems here we have the power.
Would the Wold be better off without you? Maybe but I also believe it would be out of balance. I won't vote for your death and I can't vote for you to continue on causing havoc whereever you go. I vote for Sleep."
Savin conciously chooses the acorn with the sleep rune and continues, "Let the balance be restored."
Sly Friday November 18th, 2005 5:52:48 AM
Sly will take the advice of Leader Peerimus, after all he is older in experance than Sly, Savin has hit the problem and the solution and is right.
Sly goes into his pouch, taking a acorn out, "I am unimpress with your reasoning, you say you love Maab, then you say you want to see her die. As for me, I neither love you, nor hate you. Savin is right, you are too dangerios to live, Nature would not be the same if you died, We should have some balance back into this wold, I vote Sleep!"
Sly Friday November 18th, 2005 5:55:44 AM
Sly will take the advice of Leader Peerimus, after all he is older in experance than Sly, But Savin has hit the problem and the solution, Savin is right.
Sly goes into his pouch, taking a acorn out, "I am unimpress with your reasoning, you say you love Maab, then you say you want to see her die. As for me, I neither love you, nor hate you. Savin is right, you are too dangeres to live, and Nature would not be the same if you died, We should have some balance back into this wold, I vote Sleep!"
Savin Illegal post Friday November 18th, 2005 7:35:41 AM
Savin has made his choice, but his mind keeps turning. He wonders at the Fey King's fascination with the tattoos. Savin starts concentrating on his own tattoos. Willing them to activate. Willing them show him how to use them. He knows they are a source of great power, and destruction. Can he harness it safely? The dream world seems like the place to try.
Selena (kristel) Friday November 18th, 2005 10:12:08 AM
Selena Stand "i vote sleep" looking at Fey King's
"Night Night"
Jaeden Friday November 18th, 2005 12:06:13 PM
"To tell you the truth I feel pity for your situation." This to Ebryon. "As you say you are what you are."
It doesn't seem like Jaeden is finding this easy.
"But in this case I see it as survival. I don't blame you for anything, but I don't feel safe with you around. So sleep is my choice as well."
That said he retrieves the proper acorn and holds it forth.
Selena (kristel) Friday November 18th, 2005 3:48:23 PM
Just to help people i would add dead is permanant sleep is not never kill something that might be of use later or you may feel it in the end."
(occ can someone look after selena til sunday i am away on a trip )
Peerimus d20+5=7 d20+16=19 Friday November 18th, 2005 5:08:40 PM So we can alter this scape, all of us, but to what end Ebyron transmorgrifies into a 12 headed hydra adn Peerimus scoffs at him, "Threats with this group will not help Ebyron." a darker thought then crosses the druid's mind. Would they be so rude and scoff were we judging Domi or Alemi or even Gargul? The thought does not sit well and Peerimus is not certain how he wants to address that concern or if he wants to at all. The underlying fact that all seem to regard Ebyron as a being of mortal standards and not a representation of almost all he holds sacred.
Something else has been bothering the druid as well. All the dreams of late have had reocurring themes. Rythmic water on stone, a voice seemeingly almost trapped in the dream, a familiarity in some way and of course an over riding force, now known as the avatar of change Ebyron. Peerimus decides one other course before he casts a vote upon which he already decided. Peerimus tries to focus in and think upon that soft voice, the being possibly trapped, who seems to have touched the Crones in the past, who has been able to feel the group and communicate with them in each dream of late, but the chaos around him clouds his mind and focusing is not going well currently. [wis check 7 concentration 19]
I Don't Want to Go To Sleep - Round 01 (DM/Al) d20+17=25 d20+17=30 d20+17=23 d20+17=37 d20+17=26 d20+17=31 d20+17=33 d20+17=18 d20+17=34 d20+17=32 d20+17=27 d20+17=36 d20+17=20 d100=25 d100=63 d100=76 d100=29 2d8(1+8)+6=15 2d8(1+6)+6=13 2d8(3+3)+6=12 2d8(6+1)+6=13 2d8(5+4)+6=15 2d8(7+4)+6=17 2d8(7+7)+6=20 Saturday November 19th, 2005 10:30:17 AM
Four of the Children of Chaos make their choice. Their reasons and emotions run a spectrum. Of the three acorns gifted to them by Maab, two fade to a light invisible powder, leaving empty space in pouches or in hands. The one remaining blinks, and suddenly appears, floating before each of those who elected. It floats before them, the rune for SLEEP glowing hot. The runes increase in brightness until *pop* the acorns immolate in a small puff of flame. The smoke from the consumed acorns drifts upward, like the offering from a pagan sacrifice. Four trails of smoke lift up into the air. All four depart in the same direction, carrying a message to their mistress, Maab.
"NO!!!" Ebyron the Hydra booms. His feet shake the ground as he stomps his feet. "I DO NOT WISH TO GO BACK TO SLEEP!!! You don't understand. Do you ask Nature for justification? I AM. Good or bad. Good AND bad. I am. Every being, every THING from the smallest rock to the largest forest does harm by simply existing. Do you apologize when you eat? When you trample the blades of grass? Neither does the Lion or the Mountain or the Wind."
"You woke me," one head of the hydra says to Sly. "I was once like you, an elf. It was your song that called me back? And now you think that a mistake?"
"I make no threats. I am. It's too late. All too late. I don't wish to return to slumber."
Firn'gaer mulls over the view in the Vision.
In the shadow of the Hydra, Savin turns to his Tattoo. The monk probes it with is his will. And, as he does, he feels his eyes open onto the very world in which they now exist. If the power can be said to activate, it is active now. And, as Firn'gaer has already seen in the Vision of Noxnyx, it is all around.
As the heads of the hydra thrash in anger, Peerimus focuses on the memory of a voice and the rhythmic sound of water on stone. His eyes turn in a direction. His finely honed sense of survival tells him that this is northeast. Even within this dreamscape ... northeast. There is, however, nothing to see, save the carpet of pink so far below, stretching on forever into dream. Would the direction hold true in the waking Wold? Where in the waking Wold might that direction lead?
A flash of movement steals the druid's attention. "I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP!!! Ebyron the Hydra attacks then moves away shouting, "I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU!"
Attack Sly Head1 Hit AC25, Damage 15 Head2 Hit AC30, Damage 13 Head3 Hit AC23 Head4 Hit AC37 (Crit Threat AC20 NoCrit), Damage Total Damage = 28hp
Attack Jaeden Head5 Hit AC26, Damage 12 Head6 Hit AC31, Damage 13 Head7 Hit AC33, Damage 15 Head8 Hit AC18 Total Damage = 40hp
Attack Savin (Savin, you are on 14/18 on your Cloak of Displacement, Miss < 50) Head9 Hit AC34, Miss Chance 25 Head10 Hit AC32, Miss Chance 63, Damage 17 Head11 Hit AC27, Miss Chance 76, Damage 20 Head12 Hit AC36, Miss Chance 29 Total Damage = 37hp
(This situation rings a bell, strikes a chord, tickles the funnybone of memory. INT vs DC15 to recall: Highlight to display spoiler: {Some words from this evening's conversation with Lord Tarleth now come back to you. " ... I put it round my neck and I couldn't change. I was stuck, frozen in a form ... " )}
Ebyron the Hydra is AC22 Spell Casters, through a deep inner connection that you have with your magic, you know that you now have the full complement of Yesterday's selection of spells. Even though were enlarged by Savin, you were all proportionately enlarged. So there are no advantages or disadvantages from it.
Watch out for attacks of opportunity. The Hydra has Reach.
Savn hps 69/106 ac 27 d20+2=19 Saturday November 19th, 2005 9:32:10 PM
Savin feels something tugging at his mind. He says outloud, "Do you think the artifact we took from Lady Celine's brother could be helpful here? He couldn't change form with it! Should I put it on or try and put it on him? It might put him back into a less dangereous form or make him stay a hydra.
Savin pulls our the amulet and gets it ready in either case. He then activates his boots of speed.
displacer clock 3 of 15 shillegah 2 of 10 haste boots 1 of 10
Firn'gaer - AC21; HP 77/77 d20+7=16 d20+18=24 d20+10=17 d6+5=7 Sunday November 20th, 2005 7:52:23 AM
"Or it keeps him in this." He say as Savin gives away their trump card. Moving to I9, the wizard keeps a defensive posture while casting. A black beam of energy fires out from Firn'gaer index finger striking Ebyron's hydra form. As the beam strikes the strength wanes from the great beast.
"Great Ebyron, no one wishes you dead. We are champions for the balance between Order and Chaos. Your chaotic aspect cannot be allowed to run unchecked. Dead or Free are both results that are detremental to the Wold. The only the option is the status quo, Sleep.
[Defensive Casting DC24] [Ray of Enfeeblement, Range Touch DC17; -7 penalty to strength]
Sly (AC 25 57/85 hp) d20+3=16 d20+17=35 d20+12=27 d8+10=18 d8+10=15 d20+8=27 Sunday November 20th, 2005 8:26:19 AM
Sly's mind tickles him a little as he remembers what Lord Tarleth has mention about a certain piece of jewlery. But all sly has a small chance of asking Savin, "Savin remember what Lord Tarleth mention the other evening?? Try It On Our Friend! OUCH! Ouch!" (16 to remember)
Sly goes nearer to his foe, then into his automatic Windmill spin, With his Sword of Spell Storage (empty for now) his first attack (AC 35 - Damages 18) spins with his shild up for a block, then attack his enermy again (2nd attack AC 27 - Damages 15)
Sly returns to a stand and hoist his shield up to protecting his frount, also just to see if the Ebyron will hit him again. (Reflex 27)
OOC: DC check 16 - Attack AC35 & AC27 - Damages 18+15+33 hp - Reflex 27.
Selena Sunday November 20th, 2005 8:39:11 PM
Selena sees the world change by the people around her quickly thinking hmmm..... she trys thinking of Ebyron in the form of a bald old man with the amulet from yesterday around his neck and arms encased in metal bands across his chest and force him into the immage in her mind
Selena (reprint) Sunday November 20th, 2005 8:41:01 PM
Selena sees the world change by the people around her quickly thinking hmmm..... she trys thinking of Ebyron in the form of a bald old man with the amulet from yesterday around his neck and arms encased in metal bands across his chest, she trys force him into the immage in her mind
Jaeden Ohm d20+19=36 d20+19=35 2d6(6+3)+11=20 Monday November 21st, 2005 4:11:09 PM
"sly no, don't char... ah hell!"
"Peerimus, will us some walls and cover, we need to curtail it's mobility!"
Jaeden takes off after Sly, trailing and slightly to the right of the Blade Singer.
The warrior has fought a Hydra before and knows how dangerous it is to approach one. He expects the coming attacks and does his best to plan for them.
*** Intention: If at least one head lashes out at Sly Jaeden plans to use a readied attack to strike at the head. IF you rule that it is possible, consider the attack a sunder attempt to chop off the offending head (or one of the offending heads). IF you rule that a sunder can't be used this way, just treat as a normal attack. ***
rolls and actions Movement, trailing Sly Readied attack hit AC36[crit threat hit AC35] Damage: crit [20 x 2] = 40
Peerimus AC 23 HP 81 d20+1=21 2d6(5+6)+11=22 Monday November 21st, 2005 5:30:29 PM
Peerimus winces as Sly and Jaeden move forward, Blast! Even as Jaedens words register the druid is already in the same frame of mind. Get him to change and then Savin can trap him, but can't say anything. Certainly do not want to trap him in his Hydra form, unless the Bane shifts him to his natural form as it were.
Peerimus calls out a quick set of words and sheets of Fire spring through the hydra. Casting left and right 100' in either direction. [Col P heat towards Col Q 22dmg to Ebyron]
Even as the fire springs up the druid whispers "Father forgive us."
Level 1: Pass w/o a Trace, Longstrider, CLW, Produce Flame x2, Jump
Bad Craziness - Round 02 (DM/Al) d20+13=25 d20+13=15 d20+13=29 d20+13=31 d20+13=27 d20+13=27 d20+13=25 d20+13=16 d20+13=19 d20+13=16 d20+13=33 d20+13=18 2d8(4+3)+3=10 2d8(6+7)+3=16 2d8(5+4)+3=12 2d8(8+6)+3=17 2d8(5+3)+3=11 2d8(2+4)+3=9 2d8(4+7)+3=14 2d2(1+2)=3 Monday November 21st, 2005 9:14:13 PM Savin draws out the Amulet of Seribond called Chaos Bane. Unsure of how to use it, or whether he even should, the monk calls out to his companions for advise. One thing he does notice is that the leather cord attached to the amulet, snapped when he pulled it from around the neck of the Weretiger, Lord Tarleth, is now whole, as though it had never been broken before.
Firn'gaer moves to the front lines. A dark beam jumps from his finger and strikes Ebyron the Hydra. The large reptile body sags beneath its own weight before adjusting to the drain in strength.
Sly rushes Ebyron the Hydra, with Jaeden, a warning on his lips, just a hair behind the Bladesinger. Sure enough, as Jaeden had anticipated, twelve heads turn as the rash half-elf comes within range. All strike at the same time as Sly moves in. Too close. Way too close. (AoO vs Sly Hit AC25, AC15, AC29, AC31, AC27, AC27, AC25, AC16, AC19, AC16, AC33 (Crit Threat AC18, NoCrit) - Damage 10+16+12+17+11+9+14= 89hp)
(Sunder is the correct way to handle this, Jaeden. However, I'm fairly sure that its a bad idea to allow a Ready Attack triggered on an Action that comes on a turn of a Character that moves before you. But, in this case, I'm going let it go. It doesn't sound too unlikely. Just don't call me on it if I rule differently later.)
As the first head flashes down, Jaeden strikes. *snicka*snack* A head goes spinning away across the pink dream landscape. Dark blood sprays through the air before the wound closes, leaving a useless stump. And still, even weakened by Firn'gaer's magic, Seven of the remaining heads strike Sly Foxx, ripping the Bladesinger to bits even before he can get off a strike. Sly falls like a bloody rag doll and remains very very still, still as death.
Peerimus conjures a wall of flame. It leaps up beneath the Hydra, scales char and blacken. The burns, however, begin to heal and disappear before the druid's eyes.
Then, Lady Silverhand attempts to effect the dreamscape, and all of the sudden the hydra shrinks, pulling back behind the Wall of Fire. It shrinks down to the size of a normal human. Vaguely, through the flames, the figure appears to be bald. But, then again, all of you are now bald!!! Lady Silverhand is now completely bald. Even Sly's corpse is bald. Not only that, everyone feels so old and weak. Weak not only in strength, but in all ways, worn, tired, and old. (Roll 2d2 and reduce all Ability scores by that number.) Worse yet. No one can raise their arms!!! (No spells with somatic components.)
From behind the Wall of Fire, an old quavering voice shouts. "Yer wrong, Sonny Gnome. Only the detrimental parts of my chaotic aspect are detrimental to the Wold." The figure stumbles back, fading away beyond the Fire Wall. Then it seems to change.
"I've brought flowers and life to the blasted Dead Zone that surrounds the Crimson Fort!" The voice is once again clear and high. The voice of Ebyron the Satyr. "Everything is more alive and vibrant. Yes, alright, maybe a little dangerous too. But what's life without a little risk? It's like death. Death is the most predictable of states. The ultimate status quo. Don't tell me that's what you want for the Wold! Ask your friend the half-elf how much fun that is!!!"
Ebyron doesn't appear to be an old man anymore. Not like the rest of you. He does appear, after all, to be a shapechanger.
Wall of Fire is 20 feet high and the Heat is directed East.
Peerimus AC 21 HP 59 2d2(2+2)=4 Monday November 21st, 2005 9:50:46 PM
Age assaults the druid and it is an attack he is unprepared for. Bones crack, muscles atraphy and for a moment he forgets where he even is. The moment is fleeting though and he knows the assault came from his own side and took a heavy toll on all of them, all save one that is. Believing he can correct his own condition with a set of shifts, though Peerimus is not overly concerned personally. The others, however, another matter entirely.
"Enough with trying to alter our reality. None of us can reliably control it and it could get much worse then this."
The druid picks a stare through the fire and nods to Ebyron. Hoping he takes a moment to merely revel in his superiority and not presss his tremendous advantage. "Jaeden fall back to me," and as he says this Peerimus moves to I/10
"Firngaer, can you metally link any of us? The Wall will stay up for a little more than a minute which will hopefully by us some time."
In a quieter voice the druid says, "We need Savin to disappear so to speak. We drawn Ebyron in and he applies the bane then."
Level 1: *Pass w/o a Trace, Longstrider, CLW, Produce Flame x2, Jump
Level 5: *Animal Growth, *Wall of Fire, Stone Skin
Jaeden Ohm (AC25 HP37/77[57/97*]) 2d2(2+1)=3 d20+1=16 Monday November 21st, 2005 10:23:49 PM
With a heavy clank the tip of Jaeden's sword hits the ground. "What... what hit me...?" He manages to regain control of the weapon but it is doubtful he'll be able to use it anywhere near as effectively.
Seeing Sly's corpse change he glances back to see the same change on all of the children. "Oh boy..."
Then Peerimus' call rings out. Jaeden looks again to Sly's corpse and is torn. This time again his training wins through and he heads back towards the Party [move to J11].
While moves, despite the druids other command, the warrior can not help but to hold tight to the image of himself as he has always known himself... healthy and strong. No words can keep him from pouring his will into that image [will check 16].
rolls and actions attributes -3 [-20 hps from con loss] Move to J11 Will Check 16 for change back.
Sly (AC 25 -32/85 hp) Monday November 21st, 2005 10:34:48 PM
Sly feel every bite, he calls to his sister "Ruby! take me home!) Then every thing goes dark . . . then black
Savin 58(37)/106 ac 27 2d2(1+1)=2 2d6(6+4)+11=21 d20+19=35 Monday November 21st, 2005 11:49:23 PM
Savin looks at Sly's corpse and tears spring to his eyes. He is supposed to be the protector and his friend lies dead. A deep growl enters his throat and he launches himself forward. His still powerful legs propel him forward. He sees the wall coming and imagines himself immune to fire. Impervious to it. He jumps through and takes 21 points of damage if his imagination doesn't work. He races up to the fey king and jumps at him trying to place the amulet over his head.
Savin burns a hero point to add +2 to his grapple.
OOC assuming you would want me to grapple here. rolled a 16+8 base, +4 strength, +2 hero point, +1 boots of speed, +4 improved grapple. Got a 35. Took minuses for the strength hit. Took consitution hps loss for lost constitution.
displacer clock 4 of 15 shillegah 3 of 10 haste boots 2 of 10
Luke d20+5=21 Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 11:56:44 AM
Luke is sleeping next to Sly, But he awakens feeling something is wrong. He sniffs Sly's body and wonders if anything is wrong with his master.
Firn'gaer - AC 19; HP 55 d20+5=22 d20=17 Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 5:52:35 PM
Age sets in from the chaotic dream realm and Firn'gaer's arms go limp and he finds he is unable to cast the simplest spell requiring somantic gestures.
Then Sly falls under the assault of Ebyron. Determination is seen on his wrinkled face as he focuses on the realm. Remove all effects created by everyone else. "You may be drawn to the chaos, but We are the chaos.
Firn'gaer focuses his mind and will to remove the effects currently effecting them, including Sly's death. He also envisions the Bane around Ebyron's neck and his hand shackled. Before he stops he makes sure that he sees Ebyron gagged as not to here anymore of his voice.
Selena d2=2 Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 7:10:48 PM
Selena looks at her new friend lying there in a crumpled pile and tears stream down her face, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo" She rushs over to if there is anything to be done to help there poor friend, Selena then fall weaping on his body
And Over So Quickly (DM/Al) Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 9:27:16 PM
As age sets in and all the members of the party find themselves bound as if by steel bands, Peerimus moves up next to Firn'gaer and attempts to bring order to the madness caused by his own group.
Jaeden heeds the call, pulling back from the Wall of Fire. But, in his mind, he too calls to the world around for change. Everyone feels a sudden burgeoning vitality. A laugh, Ebyron's voice, hearty and full of life booms from the other side of the flames. (Everyone recover all lost ability points lost last round. Also add +4 ability points.)
At the very same instant, Savin, bolts for the Wall of Fire. He wills himself immune from the fire, and, as he leaps, the Wall bursts into an exploding cloud of flame birds. The flap of their wings fills the air as they flee in Savin's wake. The Wall of Flame flies away in it's many animated parts, leaving the monk untouched. With the added speed of his boots, Savin charges on. Then, with his arms still bound down by his side, he leaps at the Satyr Ebyron in a mad attempt to put the Amulet upon him.
Elsewhere, Luke feels a disturbance in the Force. He awakens and puts a cold nose to Sly's body.
Firn'gaer, unable to lift his hands far enough to cast a spell, wills all of the effects gone ...
The landscape blinks, once again becoming an endless riot of multicolored flowers. More importantly, Firn'gaer's arms are unbound. Everyone's arms are unbound.
Selena throws herself, weeping, onto the ripped and bleeding body of Sly Foxx. Suddenly her tears become a scream of pain. Everyone feels the life ripped from their bodies. Savin, the closest to Ebyron, sees the Satyr's eyes open wide as he feels it as well.
The following characters loose the following hitpoints:
Sly Foxx draws in a sudden breath as life floods his body. (Sly recover 89hp and lives again.)
Firn'gaer, momentarily free finds his own hands held together as though in shackles. He finds himself unable to speak. No one speaks. No one is able. The silence that comes over the field of flowers is deafening.
And Ebyron? The Satyr stands with the Amulet of Seribond around his neck. Slipped on by Savin? Willed into place by Firn'gaer? Things happened so quickly. Unable to speak or move his hands, Ebyron crouches, as though shifting to yet another form. Ebyron remains himself. Panic fills the Satyr's eyes. He shakes his head and wills the change again. Nothing.
Then Ebyron rises to his full height, looking out at the Children of Chaos. Savin, Sly, Selena, Firn'gaer, Peerimus, and Jaeden. The Satyr's eyes loose their life and luster, and the Avatar of Ebyron hangs his head in defeat.
Two more votes left. Two sets of three acorns to decide his fate. LIVE, SLEEP, or DIE.
Finrn'gaer - AC23, HP84/99 Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 6:43:30 AM
Firn'gaer now begins to understand the nature of the chaotic plane they are in. Bound and gagged he cannot reach for the acorn nor say it's name, but in his mind he speaks and to all others. "I chose SLEEP."
Sly (AC 25 57/85 hp) and Luke Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 7:09:35 AM
Luke licks Sly's face, There is a reaction in Sly. He's still asleep but moans and stirs a little. Luke tell Sly's body "Good! Me though you dead!" Luke curls back beside Sly and goes to sleep again.
Sly (in the dream wold) feel some thing wet on his face, He moans " * ! * ??" He find that he cannot speak, he tries to grab his wind-pipe and sit up (No sound or movement).
Sly opens his eyes (the only thing he can do), there is Lady Celena crying over him. Sly will try to smile and wink at her, to let her know that he's hurt but a live.
Savin 70/92/106 Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 7:20:43 AM
Savin feels the rush of power as his strength returns and even goes stronger. Savin summons his natural healing and closes some of his wounds. "Yes quickly make your decisions. This place makes my skin prickle. I want out of here." Savin also cancels the displacer cloak and the boots of speed.
above hitpoints reflexs the temporary hitpoint jump from the constition jump we just got.
Selena Hp 60/62 (78-80) AC 17 (19) Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 10:37:58 AM
Selena seeing that her friend is again with the world of the living she " says lets end this who has not voted you must vote and end this" She also draws her bow and readys to attack
Jaeden d20+19=29 d20+10=15 2d6(5+1)+11=17 2d6(5+1)+11=17 Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 11:18:40 AM
Jaeden stands ready, eyes narrowed and focused on Ebryon.
rolls and actions readied attack hit ac 29,15 dmg 17,17
Peerimus Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 12:14:56 PM
The chaos erupts about him and Peerimus stares hard at Ebyron through it all. Understanding clearly reflected in his eyes. The wall, Sly's wounds, the fleeting pain, the very landscape itself all echo with what it is to be Ebyron and the druid understands it all too well.
His gaze never wavers from that of the crest fallen saytr as the human moves across the short distance to stand in front of him. HIs movements are slow and methodical, almost trance-like, but for his eyes which flash with purpose. Peerimus takes an acorn and places it into the hand of Ebyron and with a deep bow at the waist, his arms clasped together, elbows out at the chest, Peerimus then turns and leaves. The acorn of Live in the avatars palm.
Ebyron, The End (DM/Al) Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 6:42:53 PM
The single acorn lies in the palm of the Satyr's hand. Ebyron remains as he is, staring down at the small brown nut. Then he raises it up, hands shacked together. He lifts it to his mouth, and blows a breath across it. The acorn scatters to the wind in a flurry of brown. It becomes a thrush and flies off into the air, following in the direction taken by the smoke of Firn'gaer's acorn.
Ebyron the Satyr opens his mouth to speak. No words come forth. He swallows and clears his throat.
"Thank you." The smile he graces upon Peerimus is both sad and full of ... affection. He turns his eyes on all of the Children of Chaos, looking upon them with the same expression.
"I am not Ebyron. I am only part of him. I wish you could have known me better. I still love you. I love you all. Regardless of your choice, this part of Ebyron still loves you. You are you. And I cannot help but love you. Perhaps that is the problem. That I cannot help myself."
"Sometimes I envy mortals. I wish I were you. You are free to become whatever you chose. We ... the gods, despite the Wold crushing powers we possess, we the Gods can only be what we are. I wish I were free. Like you."
Ebyron turns and looks in the dirction that the smoke and the thrush had gone. His form fades. Itgrows transparent. Then it vanishes. The Amulet of Seribond drops into the bed of flowers.
The dream grows dark around the group. It becomes the dark of sleep.
When each member of the group awakes they find a wreath of holly by their side. Everyone is as they were when they went to sleep the night before. No injuries, nothing to remind them of the dream save the wreath of holly. That and the Amulet of Seribond. It is repaired, as though the leather cord had never been broken in the first place.
Savin Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 7:49:53 PM
Savin wakes and stretches. "I don't know what is more stressful. Sleeping or staying awake. These dreams are exhausting." He will place the wreath of holly on his head and say a quick thank you to the Fey King. He doens't regret his decision but still feels for the Satyr. He will walk over and stoop down and pick up the artifact examining it.
"So what do you think? I think I should put it on. Does anyone object? Fate has put this into our hands for a reason. We need to know its purpose. Somehow I don't think the catacombs would be able to tell us its properties. Anyone else willing to try it?"
Sly and Luke Thursday November 24th, 2005 7:03:53 AM
Sly slowly wakes, there beside him is luke, his faithful Soup Bone and a Holy Wreath. "Hey! Luke wake up! Look what I have?" he tells Luke.
Luke wakes looks at his master, "Oh! Great! A bunch of green in a circle!" Luke puts his head back down and drift off to sleep again.
Sly look around and there is Savin. About to get himself into trouble again, "No! Frieng Savin! The wreath looks nice on you, But Artifact does not match the color of your robe!" Sly smiles at Savin, and the twinkle in Sly's eye, tell Savin that this half-elf is greatful for risking his life for the good of all.
Peerimus Thursday November 24th, 2005 9:08:44 AM
Peerimus bows again to the avatar as it departs, a silent promise in his eyes. He then moves to Sly, "It is good to see you not leaking as much." he then adresses the group. "I believe we have just failed in another combat through lack of coordination and plan. Sly should be dead, we have more to discuss in the waking world." The last words fall with dead echo as the dream world fades.
Peerimus blinks his eyes is sits up, his first thoughts go to the still soundly slumberling Yorrick, the second to the men and women that were under his care. The others will be down for breakfast, they can speak more then. Peerimus makes a quick round of those in his care and then settles in for the rite of morning.
spell list to come
Jaeden Ohm d100=4 Thursday November 24th, 2005 1:38:03 PM
This mornings wakefullness hits Jaeden hard and fast, the memories of this latest dream fresh and strong. "Well at least it was expected..." he sighs out.
His eyes settle on Sly and he frowns. He gets up and moves to the BladeSingers side. Getting two fistfuls of Sly's shirt Jaeden shakes him and pushes him up against a wall.
"Damn it Sly what were you thinking!?!" It's clear the warrior is angry but so too is it clear that his anger is bred of worry. "You can't just go charging things. Especially not a hydra. We had just finished discussing our tactical failings and how we were going to work together. Please, no more heroics."
Jaeden releases Sly and gives him a pat on the shoulder to let him know he cares.
Then he turns his attention to Dalek and his gear. Thoughts churn but for now whatever else is going on in the warriors head is staying there.
Sly and Luke Thursday November 24th, 2005 4:49:47 PM
Sly is caught off guard as Jaeden grab him and pushes Sly's body onto the wall. Sly let's Jaeden vent his angerBecaus he now knows the he was wrong by advancing on the Hydra to hit it first. "Your right! Friend, I was wrong, did the wrong thing and put you and all of you in great danger. I did deserved that death . . . I will never forget the danger I've put all of you in by reacting and not waiting for orders from the leader. Peerimus night see some thing or have a better plan than me. Forgive me, it will never happen again." said Sly with his eyes to the ground.
Luke jumps up and goes to his master's side, growling at Jaeden, "GRRR! Let go!"
Sly tells Luke, "It's alright, Luke. I did some thing wrong and stupid." this time Sly looks in to Jaeden's eyes, and he now knows that he has made another Friend for life.
Audience with Lord Malneth (DM/Al) Thursday November 24th, 2005 10:45:34 PM
The group wakes to a new morning. The dreams every night are wearying. Tonights in particular. But still, the dreams bring them no closer to home. Do they?
Savin contemplates placing the Amulet of Seribond around his own neck. He asks the opinion of the others. Sly Foxx finds it an unlikely fashion statement.
The Children of Chaos, though grow closer together from their mistakes. Perhaps it is a good thing that some happen in dream. Real life can be more unforgiving.
A polite knock sounds on the double doors. A lone dark haired fighting man stands outside.
"You have been granted an audience with Lord Malneth. He awaits you in his study," the man says. "Er," he hesitates, "if you would please to leave your animals here," he requests. He glances in particular to Yorrick and Dalek. "Their size," is all he says.
He leads the group down the three flights of stairs to the main hallway, and then along the same path the group originally took when they first arrived in Floating City.
Lord Malneth stands behind his desk as the group enters, pouring over papers that lie strewn about his desk. The room itself is as damaged as the rest of the mansion. Two aides cease their discussion and step aside.
"Welcome," the Lord and Leader of House Stizein greets the group with a warm and inviting growl, "I thank you on behalf of House Stizein for what you have done for my son. And, I suppose, for my daughter as well."
"I understand that you have questions. And the little matter of an elf in the custody of Lord Perimon. Is that all that House Stizein can do for you?"
Sly and Luke Friday November 25th, 2005 6:52:56 AM
Sly ask "Luke, stay here with your friends, Yorrick and Dalek. Not because I don't want you with me, BUT you might day something wrong and startle Poor Lord Malneth. I have to speak to him on a derious matter."
Sly follows the group along the hall way to the Master's Office. There Sly stand along with the others, waiting for Leader Peerimus to speak first.(His right as Leader!) But hopeing for a turn to speak of the problem these peolpe now have.
Savin Friday November 25th, 2005 7:48:27 AM
Savin glances over at Peerimus and sees his eyes almost glazed over. Is he intimidated by nobility? Doesn't he know that they dress the same way he does? Savin waits a minute longer and then steps forward and bows, "Good Sir, We are the Children of Chaos and my name is Savin. I am a monk of Domi. We come before you with two grave matters in hand. The first is this." Savin holds up the Bane of Seribond and asks, "We need more information about this relic. We understand it adversely affected your son. I believe our fates are somehow tied into this but to understand that, you need to know our history." Savin will go on and explain how they have been tapped by the crones/fates to fight against chaos. He will show the Lord his tattoos and explain how they disappear after a successful mission. Describe some of their battles from the past, from dragon to vampire, from golems to finally plant creatures in the city. He finishes up with, "I truly believe we were meant to find this artifact, and have been tempted to put it on. Any information you might have on it, would greatly be appreciated.
The second matter is a prisoner who were have heard about. His name is Prionel, an elven chieftain from the Crying Jungle. We gathered infromation about him from another adventuring group we encountered in the city. It sounds like your Lord Perimon is holding him unjustly. Our friend here Sly is a blade slinger and elf friend and takes that sort of thing personally. Releasing him and getting him returned to his village might calm relations down between the Floating City and the Crying Jungle. Two many have died for their to be an easy peace but the city can not survive a continual assault on this scale. Do you know anything about this Prionel?"
Selena Friday November 25th, 2005 10:54:29 AM
Selena wakes up later then the rest, she looks a bit under the weather, she changes out of her night clothing and into a green cress dress as A polite knock sounds she "says Go on friends unless you need me I am not well and need to lay down some more.
Sly Foxx Friday November 25th, 2005 12:30:48 PM
Sly looks toward Peerimus(to see if it was alright for Sly to speak}, then Sly steps forward, telling his friend Savin "Thank-you for your introduction, Friend Savin." Then bows to the Lord Malneth, "Sir, I'm am called Sly Foxx, Blade-singer, Son of Red Foxx and White Foxx. I have come here to ask you a favor from you. It is a hearing on behalf of Elder Prionel, or as others know him as Chieftain of the Crying Woods. This Elder Chieftain, has high power in the Elven wold. I hear he was here in the Floating City to try to establish a colony in your top level and was inprison for it. If this Elder Elf came here and nobody seen him come here by Boat or Horse drawn carage, Then My lord! He can here by The Elven Highway. That also means that this elf would have saved thousand of your people, when you cities started to tip. At that time when trouble started for all of you people. I know that He would have led then through this Elven Highway to safty of his beloveded Crying Jungle, until the trouble was over. So you see, Sir. An unjustice was done, and I hope to bring this Elder Chieftain to Sun City in the Crying Jungle. I hope you see that my quest is just, and you can help me and my Elder Chieftain."
With this said, Sly returns to his place in the rank of the party.
Selena (second post) d20=14 d20=18 d20=4 d20=9 d20=14 Saturday November 26th, 2005 11:19:32 AM
Selena waits till the parties long gone but old habits die, hard Selena she slips her invisibility ring on and starts out the door ... she snoops around the castle looking for anything that might be interesting or valuable that she can pocket with out anyone realizing that it is gone
Spot 20 Search 28 Listen 12 Move Silently 28
Sly Foxx Saturday November 26th, 2005 11:59:16 AM
Sly Foxx to Selena:
Don't worry about it.The rules state one post per day, ( You signed up for 5 post per week). But some times you just have to add something else to the story. It happens to Cayzle all the time.
Yours Ceil
Firn'gaer Sunday November 27th, 2005 8:50:23 AM
As Ebyron stands in chains, a tear runs down the cheek of Firn'gaer. Forgive us, Lord, I hope we have not made another mistake in our naivity.
The dream ends and Firn'gaer awakes to the bed of flowers and his mind races even more. Did they make a mistake? It's so hard to know and the uncertainty is eating at the gnome. His change is a result of Lord Ebyron's release he's sure of that. Bad or good, Firn'gaer ponders these questions. With longer life, he will have a very long time to wonder.
The audience with the Lord of House Stizein is quiet for the normally oppiniated wizard. His mind still dwells on the previous nights encounter. Half-listening the gnome and wants to say A few days to rest but with Sly's insistance of urgency that may not be possible. Firn'gaer leaves the decision to the others.
Playing Things By Ear and Reaping the Concequences (DM/Al) Sunday November 27th, 2005 3:38:37 PM
Savin is the first to present the concerns of the Children of Chaos to Lord Malneth. He raises the amulet and explains it's connection to the group. Savin also raises the name of Prionel, and mentions that this problem may be more of a personal nature.
Before the Lord can reply, Sly Foxx presents his own conjectures on the role Prionel has played in recent events.
Lord Malneth says nothing for several moments after Sly finishes. Instead, he stands in contemplation, as though weighing the information and passing judgment. Finally, his green eyes rise from under his heavy red brows, and he speaks in a deep and resonant voice.
"Sly Foxx, Blade-singer, Son of Red Foxx and White Foxx, I am sorry, but the information that you bring us regarding Prionel is very different than the information that we have already. "According to my gatherers of information, the Ears that I retain throughout Floating City, Prionel is an Elder of a hidden Elven Village in the Crying Woods. We are unsure of his status there, and he may indeed be a Chieftain of sorts. We suspect that he has a direct connection to the soul of the Crying Woods itself, but we are unsure as to what that may be."
"However, he did not arrive on the ... Elven Highway. He was brought to Floating City by a local group who call themselves the Crimson Shields. My daughter tells me that you have met them already. I also have reliable information that says that this Prionel of the Crying Woods was an advocate for awakening the Sleeping god of the Elves, and that this was, in part, responsible for the current troubles that we are having with the Crying Woods. Rather than saving the citizens of the city by leading on your Elven Highway, he has been in the custody of Lord Perimon this entire time."
"Son of Red and White Foxx, you and your group have done use a boon that we cannot repay, and I do not question your integrity. Never would I imply that you would attempt to present anything to us that was less than the truth. But I must warn you that your facts are not in alignment with the facts as we know them. And that you are ... dangerously mislead."
"If you are concerned about this elf, then I would propose first to send my Ears forth to find where Perimon is keeping him captive. Afterwards, we can see what political pressure we might level against Lord Perimon to convince him to release him. In the meantime, though, please tell me why I should work for this elf's release. From what I know, he is allied with the Crying Woods, and holds a great deal of responsibility for the destruction that has been wrought against the city. I owe you a great deal. But I must know that I am doing the right thing."
"Does any of you have anything to say on the behalf of this elf?" (Though I will accept diplomacy rolls, I am swayed more by role-play and some cogent, well considered arguments.)
"As to the Bane of Tosden," Lord Malneth turns his attention to the artifact held in Savin's hand, "I have done some investigation since hearing about it from my son Lord Tarleth and my daughter Lady Celine. The only reference that I have found was an ancient document. A list of possessions brought to Floating City by the clan Ursidae when they came as mercenaries hundreds of years ago. There is no descriptive information. It is simply on the list."
"From Tarleth's description, it has the power to hold us in a certain form. That may explain why it has been named 'The Bane.' I cannot tell you how it might react should you put it on, Master Savin. But, perhaps, Lorbius may be able to enlighten you. He has been here every day since Tarleth's return to ... see to our welfare." Malneth smiles. "Though our welfare appears to be greatly bound up in Celine's activities. While we await his arrival, please tell me about this elf named Prionel."
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Meanwhile, Lady Silverhand, having remained behind, makes herself invisible, and begins prowling the mansion. Despite the fact that she is invisible, Luke, Yorrick, and Dalek all swivel their heads in her direction as she leaves. There are three other rooms on this floor. The first one, clockwise, seems to be a storage room for the banquet hall in which the group is now staying. Shelves of linens line the walls. Folding tables are stacked in carts. There seems little to steal here. The second room appears a minor kitchen facility. There are no foodstuffs here. Rather, it seems less an area to cook, than a place for minor preparations before food cooked elsewhere are served. The last room is much smaller. It has an intimate atmosphere with a single small divan under rich tapestries. A single tall window allows a spectacular view of the entire Level. It appears that this room is designed for small private groups to simple lounge about and talk.
So far, Lady Silverhand has been fortunate. She has yet to encounter any other people. At the top of the stairs, she can hear activity on the second and third stories below, quite a lot of activity. Below lies the rest of the mansion, a mansion of Lycanthrope nobility and their retainers. Dare she risk going down?
(This is the Friday Post.)
Peerimus Sunday November 27th, 2005 9:14:08 PM
Peerimus is quiet during the initial meeting. Giving nods towards both Sly and Savin as they speak. It does not bode well for Prionel. It seems civilization is planning on keeping thier scapegoat, Peerimus does not like the tone and to top it all off the Shields are involved.
Peerimus decides though he really does need to say something, he ties to keep his voice nuetral "You should help petition his release because he is no more to blame than the entire elven nation. You mention a possible connection to the soul of the very Jungle that assaults this city, perhaps merely trying to free one of it's children. The assault did occur after the Shields abducted him and his subsequent imprisonment. Yes is it likely he was a voice in favor of returning to the Wold the sleeper, after all there were ten of thousands of elves who were in favor. I too was at that meeting and the reasoning seemed quite sound, though I refrained from voicing my opinion. Prionel is an Elder of a village in Crying Woods and the Jungle attacked after his imprisonment. I do not follow your reasoning of placing a high burden of responcibility upon him."
Savin Monday November 28th, 2005 8:20:20 AM
"I had a conversation with the one called Tionel that night we had together at the Giggling Ghost. He told me about their journney to the Crying Jungle. They found a village of elves who live in harmony with the Jungle. From what I can piece together, it sounds like one of the elves surrenders their earthy form to meld the concious or soul to the Crying Jungle. This tempers the Jungle's rage. The current ahhh I guess you could call it spirit is Prionel's wife. I believe their daughter is slated to become the next spirit or guardian." Savin is clearly struggling with the best way to express these ideas. "I guess over time, the Crying Jungle's hatred overwhelms the spirit and they need to be replaced. Is is possible that with the rise of the Fey King has overwelmed the current guardian? Maybe this Prionel needs to be released to perform some ceremony. I don't know anymore than that."
Savin looks at the Lord to see the effects of his words on the man.
When the Lord Lubruis finally shows up, Savin will corner the large man and hold up the artifact. He will sternly ask, "My good Sir, Can you tell me anything about this? I am tempted just to put it on and see what happens." He sighs, "My master always did tell me that patience was a weakness of mine."
Sly and Luke Monday November 28th, 2005 10:43:55 AM
Sly stands there proud of his friends, He will go and stand next to Peerimus. He Tells his leader, (also for everyboyy to hear) "Thank you for under standing my position here, not to worry I will leave with all of you. But you see this Lord has wrong Ideas, He said that there are no Elven Highway here on the Float. I have seen this tree, it may not have been used in a few hundred years, but it's there. Speaking of a few hundres years. This piece of land was at one time planted in place in the Wold and a few hundred years is nothing to Elves. Even if I cannot talk to this Old Elf, I will make sure that an Elder Chieftain Elf is here on the Float. Then I will send a message to the Elders in Sun City about this old elf. Beleive me Leader Peerimus their problems are just beginning!"
Sly has made up his mind, one way or another, this elf will have his say. And Sly and Luke will leave with the rest of the party when time arrive.
Selena Monday November 28th, 2005 2:27:57 PM
Selena after a few minites of poking around the keep selena finding little of intrest she back tracks to her room not knowing how much time she has before she is missed, She returns to there room and becomes visable again. She passing the time cleaning her gear and anyone elses for that matter that is laying around and looks in need or cleaning.. She also fills a bowl or fresh water for luke and lays some dried meats for him, and looks for some feed for the war horse unsure what bears eat, she notes to her self to ask Peerimus later
Jaeden Monday November 28th, 2005 7:13:52 PM
Jaeden tries hard to follow the conversation regarding the Elf chieftan but there are just too many unknowns for him to come to any decisions or judgements. As too few in the Wold do the warrior stays quiet and listens.
How are things upstairs? he gentley probes to Dalek.
*** ooc: Testing out the range of our link
Lord Lorbius And Guests (DM/Al) Monday November 28th, 2005 8:44:42 PM
Lord Malneth listens to Peerimus, Savin, and Sly, as they lay before him, the things they know and the things they suspect. He follows the conversation only with his aged green eyes. Finally, after Sly Foxx speaks, he seats himself and speaks.
"Please do not be mistaken," he begins, "I pass no judgment upon this elf. But it is my calling to know things. The greater the knowledge the safer and more certain the action." Lord Malneth raises a hand. His aide upon that side steps forward and bends down to hear what his Lord has to say. They engage in a brief whispered exchange, and then the aide withdraws, leaving by a side door.
"Tionel, you say," Lord Malneth says, returning the conversation to the Children of Chaos. "That would be Tionel Galanodel. We will have words with him. He may be able to enlighten us further. We will also attempt to find the location in which Perimon is holding this elf from the Crying Woods. Your characterization of Prionel's appearance in the Floating City goes somewhat against the facts that we know. But Lord Perimon is known to be rash and unwise. It would be prudent to find out what he is up to."
"And, if the chance arises to liberate this elf from Lord Perimon's custody without leaving a trail to House Stizein, then all the better. In fact, this may be the very job for some of the men that you recently encountered below on Trash Level. After that, we will speak with Prionel of the Crying Woods and perhaps ... "
While Lord Malneth speaks, Jaeden bumps Dalek with is mind. Like the horse's soft muzzle under his hand, Jaeden feels Dalek bump back. He feels a sense of calm from the warhorse. Nothing seems amiss. On the side, there seems a slight sense of puzzlement, and Jaeden feels a sensation that is somewhat akin to the feeling he has when he catches Lady Silverhand's scent.
A knock sounds on the door, and one of the guards stationed outside the door steps in.
"Lord Lorbius and guests," he announces.
Malneth raises a graying eyebrow at the addition of 'guests' but he says nothing. Lorbius enters followed by three others. One is a small man of advanced years. Over a brown hooded robe is a clean cropped goatee and a gentle face. (Spot vs DC10 to notice the following: Highlight to display spoiler: {This man has a tattoo on the back of his hand. The shape is difficult to pick out, but it looks vaguely like a tongue.})
The other two are women. One is human. Silver haired and motherly, she is dressed for a long journey. Resting on her pack, and peeking out from behind her head is the face of a calico cat. The other woman is a half-elf. Of a similar age to the human woman, the half-elf has a lost and far away look in her eyes. She sweeps into the room as though seeing things that are visible to no others. Finally her eyes light on each one of the Children of Chaos. The half-elven woman's lost eyes know you. A long finger reaches out of her robe. It sweeps the room, pointing inclusively at the Children of Chaos.
"You," she says, in a voice joyous and haunted at the same time, "You are the same as he." She points to the elderly man. "You are the ones. They call for you."
=== OOC ===
Savin, you may now harangue Lord Lorbius to your heart's content in your next post.
Oh, and BTW, Jasper, that means you are on. ^_^
Firn'gaer d20+6=17 Tuesday November 29th, 2005 7:27:46 AM
Firn'gaer sits quietly and listens to the conversations. The sound of Tionel's name brings a bad taste to the wizard's mouth. "Bunch of blind idiots. Nearly got themselves and us killed." He says.
Selena returns and Firn'gaer moves over her adding no more to the conversation. Whispering to her he says, "You realize almost everyone in this house has heightened senses. In the future try not to be so obviously rude."
Lord Lorbius and the two others come in. Firn'gaer notices the tattoo. His interest peaked as with most things he considers arcane in nature. Is it another poor doom soul? Another trapped in this cursed quest? Out of curiousity, Firn'gaer starts to take out the Vision of Noxnyx and looks into it bringing his focus on the room and the auras in it.
While in the midst of his scan of the mirror the haunting chill in the woman's voice draws Firn'gaer's eyes immediately from the mirror and to her. His gaze then turns towards the elderly man. Surely the Crones can't mean for him to make the journey?
Sly d20+1=19 d20+6=24 d20+6=25 Tuesday November 29th, 2005 8:58:56 AM
Sly stand still, whispering to Peerimus "easy! this maybe the elder elf I was talking about, and the Lord Lorburus is not happy to be here. see he's even brought a seer with him. the old elf look like the prisoner I was looking for?? I would like to see more of that tattoo! may I advance?"
Sly (with out making a sound) step forward, taking off his glove. He will hold up his Tattoo hand, showing them and the elf that he is one of the Children of Chaos (some thing they already know any way, But might just make the lord fell a little worse.)
In Elvish Sly talks to the prisoner, "Greetings Elder Chieftain! I am called Sly Foxx, Son of Red Foxx and White Foxx, I have recently taken The Oat of a Blade-singer. When I heard that there was a old elf prisoner, in the dungeons of this Lord. May I see more of your face? After all I have not seen and Elder in many years. Also may I see more of that Tattoo on the back of your hand?"
Sly will just stand there with his hand up in a peace sign, waiting for a reaction.
OOC: Deplomacy (19) - Knowledge History (of the Elves) (24) - Spot (25).
Selena Tuesday November 29th, 2005 11:46:45 AM
Selena continues her puttering around there "room" and when everything is to her satisfaction she lays down on the bedroll near the animals and wait for the other children to return
Occ ... Selena is a thief guys up until you found her in the ally the other day so she still has that mentality of looking out for herself and her pocket book .
Jasper Tuesday November 29th, 2005 2:46:33 PM
As Jasper enters the room he lowers his hood of his robe, he bow's to Lord Malneth, " My Lord I was asked to join you here but I am at a bit of a loss as how you know me I just arrived here in your city but a means that i am also not sure of, but from the wounded that i saw on the way here I can see that i might be of assistance to you,.... Oh forgive me My lord I get ahead of myself my name is Father Jasper Remos priets of Alemi, and i am at your service, in any way I can help , Alemi be praised has sent me here for some reason that I am not aware of yet but one's god will is not always clear to mortal eyes. With that said he steps back again to join the group of people that he entered the room with
Jaeden d20+8=16 Tuesday November 29th, 2005 3:39:57 PM
With the rooms population growing Jaeden steps slightly to the side and out of everyones way. He has no doubt that Savin will jump to question Lorbius so he bides his time for now.
Then the strange woman makes her proclamation and Jaeden eyes the man who, if assumptions are to be trusted, is also a Child of Chaos.
His observations bear fruit and he notices the tatoo on the elder man[spot 16]. "Strange." he thinks to himself. He pulls off his own gauntlet and looks at his tattoo.
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