OOC: He said he was in. Just waiting for him to finish Torr. I'll PM him.
@sceluk: A bluff won't work here since you're not lying. Also, remember, you're one of a handful of the strongest heroes in the world. These guards probably don't have the juice to take you down.
The guard reaches for Qorwon's illusion's shoulder, and it passes right through. "What the hell," the guard says, confused.
The other guard draws his longsword. "Come out and fight, coward!"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Qorwon walks into the barracks as the two guards try to figure out what happened.
The entry into the barracks is guarded by two more armored men. They cross their spears, and the older one holds up a hand. "Do you have business here, elf?" he asks Qorwon in a firm voice.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
The guards, instead of crossing their spears as they surely would if they had seen Qorwon, simply continue to stand their ground on either side of the entrance hall.
The hallways are simple stone, and three of them lead off in different directions. One to the left and right of Qorwon, and one directly ahead.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Sandro, Kin'eere, and the rest of the group are led through the Bloodbraid camp. Almost every adult has bone woven into their hair, and most are equipped for war. Bone weapons, steel weapons, bone armor, metal bladed weapons, it's a mix of primitive tribal and advanced steel equipment.
They are led to what appears to be the center of the camp. As they get closer, the amount of bone in the hair of the tribesmen and women increases. At the center of the camp in the very heart of the Bloodbraid tribe is where Torr, the Scourge of the South, champions the war against the southern kingdoms.
OOC: There are several guards, but not many. Almost all of them are speaking with other guards.
As Qorwon silently sneaks through the halls, he is surprised by the lack of guardsmen. Only a few token guards garrison the halls of the barracks.
The central hallway leads to a large steel door, closed. There are no other doors down the hallway, other than the one at the end.
Before Qorwon can do much other than look at the door, it bursts open and at least seven guards pour out. Behind Qorwon, doors spring from the walls, and more guards come out. All of them have weapons drawn, and they are all pointed at Qorwon.
From the door in front of him, a giant of a man strides forward. He is totally bald, but has an impressive black beard and muscles that look like they would let him tear a cow in half with his bare hands. "Show yourself, assassin. We know where you are. Did you truly think you could sneak invisibly into a guardhouse in a city full of mages?"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
A mountain of a man stood among the Bloodbraids. His head and face were covered in an elaborate display of braided hair adorned with countless bone fragments, dried skins and scales, and tiny pieces of metal of unknown origin. The entire mass of hair and beard created the look of a lion's mane on the massive man.
Unlike most of his tribesman, Torr was covered in an expensive and sturdy-looking suit of armor, but he still had plenty of tribal influences such as furs and ceremonial beads hanging from various pieces of armor.
With all that hair and armor, very little of Torr's skin could been seen, but what could be seen was scarred, baked by the sun, and absolutely stretched over the muscle that lied beneath.
When the group approached, the murmuring and movement of the bloodbraids ended abrunplty and no one, from the smallest child to the strong men flanking Torr, made a sound.
Torr stepped forward and bellowed, "Who among you is your greatest?"
The bald guard gives Qorwon a look. "Your tone does nothing to convince me that you tell the truth... However, I cannot discount out of hand a possible threat to my guards' lives."
"Captain," a muscled woman says from behind Qorwon. "This... elf snuck in here without permission, under an invisibility spell, clearly-"
"Shut up," the guard captain says harshly. "Your racism dishonors all the guards in this room. Come, we'll unravel this mystery now." To Qorwon, he says "You will not try to escape. If you make any sudden moves, I will kill you myself. Follow me."
The guard captain marches out the door of the building. Outside, the two guards see Qorwon and point. "Captain, that elf was just tryin-" The guard is silenced by a backhanded blow from the captain. "I'll deal with you later. Until then, be silent, fool."
Addressing Qorwon, he says "Tell me the details. Quickly."
From the front of the group, the lich steps forward with hands spread. The undead being is so old, or so powerful, that his flesh has rotted away completely. His face is simply a skull, his lich eyes burning brightly. "Me. I am Sandro, necromancer of the Farlands and lord of the Spire."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Kin'eere and Illa watch with eager eyes as the necromancer attempts to gain the trust of the wild man. Illa a little nervously keeps glancing around them not particularly liking the fact that so many of these people were carrying weapons and that the area was so crowded. Kin'eere placed a calming hand on her shoulder attempting to prevent her from showing disrespect to these men, in hopes that they don't try to kill the group of them.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
Torr walked over to Sandro and stopped just a foot short of the lich. "You stand before the greatest warriors in the Southlands, nay, the entire world."
Torr cast his arms out and bellowed, "You stand before the Bloodbraid!"
Torr lowered his arms and looked right into the location of where Sandro's eyes should be. "I am Torr, the Greatest Bloodbraid. What do you, Sandro of the Spire, seek?"
"Verra..." the guard captain says thoughtfully. "I thought I told her not to come back to Estark." He sighs as he follows Qorwon. "I must ask what she is doing here, and you with her. If I see her again, I am bound by law to arrest her. I'd rather that not happen. If you aren't here to cause trouble, I need to know it so I can... overlook her presence."
"I have information that a dragon lairs nearby," Sandro says to Torr, just as boldly as Torr spoke to the lich. "I'm here to kill it."
Sandro looks at the warrior with a somewhat thoughtful expression, then adds. "You received an offer recently, asking you to come to the Farlands, did you not? You turned it down. I am the one who sent the message. Perhaps I can convince you to reconsider?"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
OOC: Did I say Estark? Must have been in MTGRPG mode when I typed that up. Whoops.
The captain considers Qorwon thoughtfully. "Research? Well, this is certainly the place to do that. Our library is the most complete in the world. You'll find what you need, I'm sure. If you want to know what kind of trouble Verra was in when she was here last, I suggest you ask her about it. It's not for me to decide what to tell you about someone's past."
The two of them arrive at the gates to see a strange sight. Malaketh is laying face-down, breathing heavily and possibly unconsious. The two guardsmen have apparently regained their consciousness and are trying to detain Verra, who is resisting. Verra is using one arm per guard to keep them both in some kind of complicated armlock.
"You are under arrest," one of the young guards says as he's immobilized by Verra's grappling. "Release me at once, or you'll pay."
Verra smiles serenely and twists the guard's arm further, causing him to gasp in pain.
The other guard spots the captain, and shouts "Captain, help us! She assaulted us! We need backup!"
The captain walks up to Verra, gives her a pleasant nod, then delivers a viscious right hook to the second guard's jaw. Verra drops his stunned form to the ground. "Shut your mouth, idiot. Just because your father is some kind of noble doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. You either treat your job with respect or you get the hell out of my city. Now get out of my sight, both of you."
Verra releases the first guard, who simply grabs his friend and they both limp away toward the barracks.
"Thank you for your help, Captain," Verra says calmly to the captain, as though they were having a normal conversation. "And you, Qorwon. I don't know what would have happened if Malaketh had regained consciousness before you came back."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Malaketh stirs a little, groaning and twitching. He'll probably be awake soon.
"I'm Felix, captain of the Gullevin guard," the captain says to Qorwon. "Think I've heard of you, in passing. The mages of the college keep notes about most of the active mages in the world. Pretty sure I read something or another about your activities while doing research."
He gives Verra a sly grin. "Sorry about those two morons. They're the sons of a couple of rich nobles from neighboring cities. They got sent to me when their fathers decided they needed discipline and training. They're not gonna last very long."
"When Malaketh wakes," Verra says in response. "I'll be ready to restrain him. You two talk to him and try to explain what happened."
On queue, Malaketh slowly rises to his feet. In one hand, he produces a huge poleaxe from absolutely nowhere (OOC: As in magically), and the other hand extends toward Verra. He rumbles "You'll pay for assaulting me, half-breed." The minotaur's hand erupts with the same bluish-white fire as before, and he looks ready to hurl it at Verra. Verra simply gives Malaketh a small polite smile and nods to Qorwon, urging him to reason with the minotaur.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
@sceluk: A bluff won't work here since you're not lying. Also, remember, you're one of a handful of the strongest heroes in the world. These guards probably don't have the juice to take you down.
The guard reaches for Qorwon's illusion's shoulder, and it passes right through. "What the hell," the guard says, confused.
The other guard draws his longsword. "Come out and fight, coward!"
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Qorwon walks into the barracks as the two guards try to figure out what happened.
The entry into the barracks is guarded by two more armored men. They cross their spears, and the older one holds up a hand. "Do you have business here, elf?" he asks Qorwon in a firm voice.
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The guards, instead of crossing their spears as they surely would if they had seen Qorwon, simply continue to stand their ground on either side of the entrance hall.
The hallways are simple stone, and three of them lead off in different directions. One to the left and right of Qorwon, and one directly ahead.
{Magic: The RPG}
They are led to what appears to be the center of the camp. As they get closer, the amount of bone in the hair of the tribesmen and women increases. At the center of the camp in the very heart of the Bloodbraid tribe is where Torr, the Scourge of the South, champions the war against the southern kingdoms.
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OOC: There are several guards, but not many. Almost all of them are speaking with other guards.
As Qorwon silently sneaks through the halls, he is surprised by the lack of guardsmen. Only a few token guards garrison the halls of the barracks.
The central hallway leads to a large steel door, closed. There are no other doors down the hallway, other than the one at the end.
Before Qorwon can do much other than look at the door, it bursts open and at least seven guards pour out. Behind Qorwon, doors spring from the walls, and more guards come out. All of them have weapons drawn, and they are all pointed at Qorwon.
From the door in front of him, a giant of a man strides forward. He is totally bald, but has an impressive black beard and muscles that look like they would let him tear a cow in half with his bare hands. "Show yourself, assassin. We know where you are. Did you truly think you could sneak invisibly into a guardhouse in a city full of mages?"
{Magic: The RPG}
Unlike most of his tribesman, Torr was covered in an expensive and sturdy-looking suit of armor, but he still had plenty of tribal influences such as furs and ceremonial beads hanging from various pieces of armor.
With all that hair and armor, very little of Torr's skin could been seen, but what could be seen was scarred, baked by the sun, and absolutely stretched over the muscle that lied beneath.
When the group approached, the murmuring and movement of the bloodbraids ended abrunplty and no one, from the smallest child to the strong men flanking Torr, made a sound.
Torr stepped forward and bellowed, "Who among you is your greatest?"
"Captain," a muscled woman says from behind Qorwon. "This... elf snuck in here without permission, under an invisibility spell, clearly-"
"Shut up," the guard captain says harshly. "Your racism dishonors all the guards in this room. Come, we'll unravel this mystery now." To Qorwon, he says "You will not try to escape. If you make any sudden moves, I will kill you myself. Follow me."
The guard captain marches out the door of the building. Outside, the two guards see Qorwon and point. "Captain, that elf was just tryin-" The guard is silenced by a backhanded blow from the captain. "I'll deal with you later. Until then, be silent, fool."
Addressing Qorwon, he says "Tell me the details. Quickly."
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From the front of the group, the lich steps forward with hands spread. The undead being is so old, or so powerful, that his flesh has rotted away completely. His face is simply a skull, his lich eyes burning brightly. "Me. I am Sandro, necromancer of the Farlands and lord of the Spire."
{Magic: The RPG}
Torr cast his arms out and bellowed, "You stand before the Bloodbraid!"
Torr lowered his arms and looked right into the location of where Sandro's eyes should be. "I am Torr, the Greatest Bloodbraid. What do you, Sandro of the Spire, seek?"
OOC: sorry I couldn't help a little fourth wall please just ignore this post.
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"I have information that a dragon lairs nearby," Sandro says to Torr, just as boldly as Torr spoke to the lich. "I'm here to kill it."
Sandro looks at the warrior with a somewhat thoughtful expression, then adds. "You received an offer recently, asking you to come to the Farlands, did you not? You turned it down. I am the one who sent the message. Perhaps I can convince you to reconsider?"
{Magic: The RPG}
The captain considers Qorwon thoughtfully. "Research? Well, this is certainly the place to do that. Our library is the most complete in the world. You'll find what you need, I'm sure. If you want to know what kind of trouble Verra was in when she was here last, I suggest you ask her about it. It's not for me to decide what to tell you about someone's past."
The two of them arrive at the gates to see a strange sight. Malaketh is laying face-down, breathing heavily and possibly unconsious. The two guardsmen have apparently regained their consciousness and are trying to detain Verra, who is resisting. Verra is using one arm per guard to keep them both in some kind of complicated armlock.
"You are under arrest," one of the young guards says as he's immobilized by Verra's grappling. "Release me at once, or you'll pay."
Verra smiles serenely and twists the guard's arm further, causing him to gasp in pain.
The other guard spots the captain, and shouts "Captain, help us! She assaulted us! We need backup!"
The captain walks up to Verra, gives her a pleasant nod, then delivers a viscious right hook to the second guard's jaw. Verra drops his stunned form to the ground. "Shut your mouth, idiot. Just because your father is some kind of noble doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. You either treat your job with respect or you get the hell out of my city. Now get out of my sight, both of you."
Verra releases the first guard, who simply grabs his friend and they both limp away toward the barracks.
"Thank you for your help, Captain," Verra says calmly to the captain, as though they were having a normal conversation. "And you, Qorwon. I don't know what would have happened if Malaketh had regained consciousness before you came back."
{Magic: The RPG}
"I'm Felix, captain of the Gullevin guard," the captain says to Qorwon. "Think I've heard of you, in passing. The mages of the college keep notes about most of the active mages in the world. Pretty sure I read something or another about your activities while doing research."
He gives Verra a sly grin. "Sorry about those two morons. They're the sons of a couple of rich nobles from neighboring cities. They got sent to me when their fathers decided they needed discipline and training. They're not gonna last very long."
"When Malaketh wakes," Verra says in response. "I'll be ready to restrain him. You two talk to him and try to explain what happened."
On queue, Malaketh slowly rises to his feet. In one hand, he produces a huge poleaxe from absolutely nowhere (OOC: As in magically), and the other hand extends toward Verra. He rumbles "You'll pay for assaulting me, half-breed." The minotaur's hand erupts with the same bluish-white fire as before, and he looks ready to hurl it at Verra. Verra simply gives Malaketh a small polite smile and nods to Qorwon, urging him to reason with the minotaur.
{Magic: The RPG}