The Journey of a thousand miles

Game Master Vrog Skyreaver


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It is the noise that wakes you first. fluctuating in and out like the cry of a great beast, you awake to find yourself not in the place that you went to sleep. You are laying on what appears to be a padded metal cot that is fit to your size and appears to be affixed to the wall. There is light coming from the ceiling of your room, but it is not constant. it appears to be flashing orange, red, and blue in equal measure.

As your head clears and you take stock of your situation, you realize that there are two different sounds: a wailing sound that is low and far away, and the sound of talking in a language that you do not recognize.

Please remember to post your initial posts in spoilers for now. Thanks!


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

GM:
Skyscale peered up at his surroundings, trying to blink away the Technicolor glare that seemed to be permeating his vision. Then he realized that the lights weren't part of a dream, but rather a magical object.

He stretched his neck up to the device to give it a hearty sniff, before turning his head to gaze at it directly with one large reptilian eye. Interesting. He thought he might just keep this one. Then he fidgeted. His hoard had grown cold and uncomfortable in his sleep. He peered down at his... cot... and then rapidly looked about the rest of the room. His treasure was gone. This wasn't his cave. He was angry. But he was also curious. If only he could make the noise and flashing stop, he could think. He looked about for any other objects of interest to see if there was something he had missed. The screaming wail was too distant. Maybe the voices could help. He put on his mightiest draconic air as he called out.

"Good day! I feel there has been a terrible misunderstanding!" He called out in Draconic. "I didn't know the shiny rock was yours, if that's what this is all about. If it's not, then the rock is most assuredly mine, and it would seem you have accidentally placed me within what appears to be a cage. I completely understand how you could make such a mistake, so... If you could perhaps just release me?"

Okay, so his mightiest draconic was more apologetic. And more of a request than a demand. But it was at least said without the drawl... He was, after all, speaking to an unknown. And at worst, his excellent diction would make them question having locked him away.

Finished editing the post, methinks.


Skyscale:

the voice that is calling out continues to do so, with response to your powerful challenge. Clearly this is a being who is not accumstomed to speaking with one such as you. As you peer around the room, you see that there is a distinct lack of furnishings or ornamentation, just cold walls of steel.


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

GM:
Perhaps the dragon who had captured him was simply not home. He waited for a few moments, patiently... and then calmly asked the lights to stop. When that presumably failed, he reached up to the glowing area with the small, flexible claws that were attached to his wings to try to figure out precisely how it worked. His mind assumed magic, and he hoped it was the wiggly-messy kind, rather than the right-word kind. He examined it more closely to see if he could figure out precisely how it worked.

Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

If even that failed him, Skyscale with scritch at the device for a few moments with his claws while he pondered. Perhaps he had been accidentally captured. Surely no other dragon would fault him for freeing himself from such a situation. He would give the other dragon time... for a bit... occasionally calling out once more, before he'd try to make his own way out.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Isabela:

As consciousness comes back with a slow seep, Isabela kept her eyes closed.

something is wrong, all wrong

Her Agent training kicked in,

This was not the hotel room, the smells, the sounds, the flashing light, all wrong.

She let her mind focus, bringing up her PSI-armour with out a sound or show, then a systems check, was she whole? she seemed to be, cold, no bed cloths, she kept still.

Concentration 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (8) + 19 = 27 to show now effects wile bring internal Armour up 1pp spent 8hours

An abduction? Kidnap? Local Police? IS? or another player taking her out, arr talking!.

Soon as the talking stated she telepathicly felt around for who it was and what they where saying.

480' range GM

She felt also for her psicrytal, normally hidden in her clothing.

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Skyscale:

As you wait, you do not get a response, nor does the speaking change. you come to the realization that whatever the voice is speaking, it is repeating it.

Investigating the light, you see that it is somehow built into the ceiling, but it definitely does not appear to be magically oriented. Scratching at it with your wingclaw reveals no marks or scarring. clearly this material is exceptionally strong.

When you get off of your bed, something interesting happens. with a small hissing sound, the cot retracts into the wall, merging flush with it in some sort of powerful magic.

After the bed has closed another, smaller, cot opens on the far side of the cell. on it, you see a red pool of liquid in it. You also notice that the wall near where your feet and tail lay is missing, leading out into a hallway.

Isabela:

As you attempt to draw upon your psionic power, you notice that there is a static that seems to be resisting your attempts to do so.

Inertial Armor: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Telepathy: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Neither of your abilities appear to be working at the moment, although you feel that the well from which you draw your power has not been effected. basically, you can't summon the pp, so you don't use them in the attempt.

There are no immediate response to your attempts at communication, but you notice that, while you can't understand what the voice is saying, you can tell that it is repeating the same thing.

When you get off of your bed, something interesting happens. with a small hissing sound, the cot retracts into the wall, merging flush with it.

After the bed has closed another, smaller, cot opens on the far side of the cell. on it, you see a red pool of liquid in it. You also notice that the wall near where your feet lay is missing, leading out into a hallway.

You also do not feel the comforting presence of your psicrystal, but you can tell that your link is still active to it.


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

GM:
Skyscale quickly went from bored... to excited. That was amazing! He scritched at the wall where the bed had disappeared to see if he could get it to come back out... then noticed the strange red pool. A twinkle of excitement alit in his eyes as he went to investigate it! He turned his head to and fro as he gave it a sniff (not that he has scent, mind you), focusing on it with each eye in turn, trying to discern what it was.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Isabela:

Retarding field or drugs, must be, well they know my skills so no point laying here

Acrobatics 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

In one move she rolls of the cot, lands on the floor and comes to a combat position, her fangs pushing out in her mouth, ready. her hand felt down her leg,

no pistol, well once can wish.

She spins as the bed moves, then again as another comes out.

Blood?, well who ever has taken me, seems to want me feed, means im not to be killed off the bat

She Chuckled at her own pun, then stood up relaxing.
She was still feeling around with her mind, trying to sense who was talking, but wile she did she walked over the red stuff and sniffed it.

Kn Biology 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 now what is this?

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both Isabela and Skyscale:

As you lean in close to smell the liquid, it moves, flowing over your body that was, until now, devoid of any clothing. it covers your torso, as well as your legs in a single red color, devoid of markings except for a series of dots on your left shoulder.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Isabela:

She freezes as soon as it starts to move over her hand.

Psionic skin?, meta-tech? Killer!

She trys to Teleport across the room and into the hall way to get away form it.

Fold space short step line of sight, concentration to get past the PSI Block 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25

If not she rolls into the hallway.

Acrobatics1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24

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Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

GM:
Skyscale drew away as the liquid leaped towards him, he tried to roll away, but it was too late! He'd been trapped! He struggled against the confines of the... drapery. Okay. So it wasn't that bad. Other than the fact it was red. He'd have accepted it fully if it were blue.

He looked around to make sure no one had seen him make a fool of himself. Somewhat assured that his pride was still intact, he moved down the hallway, with a bit more caution than he'd shown with the clothing goo, keeping his eyes peeled.

Should I roll anything at all involving arcana or spellcraft while I'm in here, or will it just save time not to? Or will you call out for when one is applicable?


Isabela:

1d20 ⇒ 20

You manage to teleport out of the room and into the hallway, but you notice that some of the liquid is still managing to cover your very top (neck, collarbone, and most of your breasts). Other than a light tingle from the liquid as it hardens, there is nothing different. you still, however, feel the static that you felt before. you find yourself in a long hallway with a series of doors on the same side as yours, most of which are still closed. The wall opposite is a solid grey steel, and the floor is a black material that is solid, but seems to have a little bit of give to it.


Skyscale:

Moving out into the hallway, you find yourself in a long hallway with a series of doors on the same side as yours, most of which are still closed. The wall opposite is a solid grey steel, and the floor is a black material that is solid, but seems to have a little bit of give to it.

There is a young humanoid standing in the hallway. It is partially covered in the same red liquid that you are wearing. her skin has a slight red tint, her Jet Black Hair and Black orb eyes. As she moves to turn in your direction, you can see several pieces of metal that appear to be placed into the area of her skull.

Isabela:

As you are looking around the room, pondering what to do, a large creature emerges from one of the larger open doors at the far end. Unless you miss your mark, this creature is a dragon of some variety, colored blue, but a different shade then those commonly called blue dragon. It is wearing the same red hardened liquid around it's torso as you find around your top, and it is looking at you with a curious expression.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Isabela:

For the sake of modesty can I retro that, can we say she felt she could teleport but stopped, as it become apparent it was to late. In this way she can be covered where it counts, so as not to brake the site rules of nudity, explicit etc, I'm a proud I know, but I would feel more comfortable as a player. I'm happy to lose the 20

Now clothed and in the hall way, she starts to walk done it looking to see what she can find.

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Isabela:

I'm fine either way, although you should be aware that there may be some other players who are less stringent about it. I think we should all be adult enough to just say "my character is nude" which would not require us to describe said nudity in detail. I can certainly understand your feelings and will do my best to be respectful of them.
You should, however, note that the dragon is standing in the hallway regardless. You will find that the liquid covers your torso, while leaving your limbs bare.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Skyscale+Isabela+GM:

She looks at him and trys to link telepathicly

::"Hello there, your a dragon of some kind, I know your language"::

That's ok GM, just my own feelings on this, I'm not telling other players how to play there PCs, could have been worse could have been that male Intelligence Bikini Chain-mail suit of armour. I was handed in another game.


both Isabella and Skyscale:

with regards to the hardened liquid that covers your torsos:

This liquid covers your torso as well as the left shoulder (which has the aforementioned dots on it). As you are examining this new thing, you notice that your appendages are free of scars and other blemishes. None of your joints hurt, and you feel a general sense of good physical well being.


Isabela:

1d20 ⇒ 3

Again you feel the static as you attempt to communicate telepathically with this creature.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

@Skyscale:

She is fully clothed, the same way as you Skyscale

"Dragon, Meet I we well"

her Accent is odd, and she seems to have the grammar wrong.

I did have her with this Base Draconic, with an Int of 22 she knows a lot of languages but lets not make it that simple


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

Isabela/GM:
Skyscale meanders out of the room... and bounces slightly on the platform that has some degree of give, testing it with his forelegs, he seems to be enjoying himself... when he notices someone down the hall. He peers at her sidelong with a serpentine eye.

His scales are certainly not the blue of one of the evil dragons, no, more like that of a flowing stream, complete with a degree of shimmer. She... was an odd slip of a creature. Was she food? He wondered for a moment. She seemed similar enough to some of the foods from his home... and they had just clothed him.

He was going to try the obvious, speaking to her. If she didn't respond... she was probably food.

Then she surprised him by preempting with speech. Her speech was infantile, at best... but...

He turned his other eye on her, with curiosity. His voice came out in an unsurprising deep bass. "Conversation. Not food. Entertainment, then. Do you know where they keep the food? I very much like my new cave. Where is your master? I wish to speak to him." he was retaining his noble draconic for now... it wouldn't be polite to go into the vernacular. Even while he utterly failed at hiding his excitement.

She was an odd... red... fleshy thing. But powerful dragons surely had -many- things of wonder.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Skyscale+GM:

Her mind now fully awake hit its overdrive focus, the world slowed down.
Now at this speed she could think.

food, cave, Dragon all right, next it would be gold, Dragon's

She remembered back, The lecture at the Psionic diplomatic academy some 50 years before.

The lecture hall was small, only some 30 of them, not many left from the years intake. The old technica talked to them, he was Drow and old.

"Dragoniods class, tend to have a simplistic social structure, based typically around Animalistic values of size, presage and plumage. The size display is common to establish status, plumage being colouration, scales, wing size, audio and items such as gems and gold. The current Theory is that some Dragoniods utilize such items to grow, but the mechanism is as yet unknown. Now what to do when you meet one, well if they see you not as a direct competitor, they may act in a number of ways, they may see you as, sport, food to hunt, a thing to own or play with or even someone they may like and talk to. The color chart behind me shows the morality leanings of Dragonoid body colourations, this may help. Note, the red and blacks. Now we will go on to discuss how to gain the empathy of a Dragonoid with the aim of soliciting there copulation to aid, please turn to page 182."

The image of the chart behind her teacher come into focus. She locked onto blue.

He was still taking, she let her mind take in the grimmer form.

Empathy1d20 ⇒ 5 high I think is good = Fail Buzz buzz

Linguistics 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 so top of the shap

In her mind the lessons on Draconic forms came back,

there, that's the sub group, an newer form, more slang words, but I got most of it. Ok here gos again.

"Please forgive my implicitness, I find my grammar there was wrong, this is true form Draconic, Salutations and expectations Blue Scale. So why don't you tell me why I am here and what this is all about. Becouse if as I suspect you yourself have no idea, then we may both be food here."

She walks up to you, showing no fear at all, in fact one could find her lack of fear a little off putting. This little slip seems to be acting more like a predictor then pry.


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

GM/Isabella:

That was... strange. She seemed to zone out when he asked her to lead him to her master. Not very useful. He turned to look around, ignoring her for now, since she seemed to be ignoring him... then she started talking again. Only this time she actually made sense.

He turned his head back towards her fully, no longer studying her with a curious eye... until she starts walking towards him, as she speaks. How had she gone from an utter inability to speak to understanding. That was... confusing. He took a step back, raising himself to full height to show that he was bigger, and thus more powerful, and that she should take notice. He didn't exactly try to intimidate, only showed that he was not afraid of her either. After the step back of course.

"It... was. I don't know your purpose. Or mine. I thought you entertainment or someone sent to take me to your Master. I have never seen anything like you." He turned his head to the side once more, looking her up and down.


Isabella and Skyscale:

I gave each of you a description of the other, so no worries on that account. I will do the same with everyone who you encounter, even if they're not a PC.

The two of you notice that you are standing in a hallway, doors on one side and smooth metal wall on the other. The wall side is slightly cooler than the door side, but not uncomfortably.within a couple of degrees of each other, and about 75 degrees in the rooms.

while the hallway at first seems straight, after observing it, you can tell that it is curving ever so slightly.

Though there is no food to be had, it is okay because neither of you is hungry. Again, you each have a sense of wellbeing and good physical health. Isabela's skin is radiant and Skyscale's back and chest scales gleam as if freshly polished. Were either of you to judge the other, you would guess that they were in the prime of their life.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

GM/Isabella:

She looked at it, she had just spoken to him and it had drifted off,

Thing has the concentration span of a Gnolit

She thought then she had another terrible thought.

It could be an adolescent, arr this could be a problem, how to deal with a child Dragon, food of course it will be asking for its mother next.

Then as she got close it turned and as postured.

So an adult after all, well now to get it working with me.

She stopped at its display and bows, showing defiance.

That's right, your bigger, I'm no threat at all, not food but someone who can help, come on work it out big boy

She looked up-slowly her tone appeasing.

"Few have, I know nothing of this place or how I got here, is this true of yourself Master Dragon"

She let him think on that and got to looking at the space in-front of them.

Kn Engineering 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Is the floor off? its not strait, humm, lets see if this male, I think male, spots it if it has any technical skills then we are getting somewhere.

now editing done


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

GM/Isabella:
Skyscale looked to her curiously once more. "I'm no one's Master." he said, misinterpreting her meaning, "I don't really know anything about this place. Apologies. But if we follow the hallway, or start opening the doors, maybe we'll find someone who does know something." He looked down the hallway, curving his neck slightly as he did so, subconsciously, not even aware of the curve himself, despite his body doing so. "Surely they're not all filled with someone's hoard. This is perhaps the largest home I have ever been in. We should explore it."

Skyscale began wandering down the hall, scratching at doors with his wing claws, trying to open them via other means, messing with any devices he found.

"Do you have any idea what that infernal racket is, or why the lights keep flickering?"


Deciduous Seedling - Martial Artist 2 | Gladiator 1 | Soulknife 6 (Deadly Fist, Gifted Blade)
Vitals (M/L/H):
Init +5, HP 79/92, PP 23/26 | AC 36/34/32, T 20/18/16, FF 36/34/32 | Fort +6, Ref +11/10/9, Will +10 | Perception 17 (Low-Light)

GM:

Korash awakens out of a deep meditation. He had not expected to wake up here; he had not expected to wake up anywhere, after his failed escape.

He sits, in silence, on the mat, until he has gained a good sense of his health and surroundings. If this is a prison, it is not a well-guarded one, it seems.

If the door is, in fact, unlocked, curiosity leads him to open it slightly and peer out into the hallway, trying not to make any noise.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

GM:

Any other rooms open to look in, you said she is still linked to her Psicystal, can she feel where it is?

Shes going to keep trying to link to it telepathicly until she makes contact.

SkyScale:

Seems we are the only two players for now, so we can fill in with conversation and back ground talking Skyscale


Korash:

When you get off of your bed, something interesting happens. with a small hissing sound, the cot retracts into the wall, merging flush with it in some sort of powerful magic.

After the bed has closed another, smaller, cot opens on the far side of the cell. on it, you see a red pool of liquid in it. You also notice that the wall near where your roots lay is missing, leading out into a hallway.


Deciduous Seedling - Martial Artist 2 | Gladiator 1 | Soulknife 6 (Deadly Fist, Gifted Blade)
Vitals (M/L/H):
Init +5, HP 79/92, PP 23/26 | AC 36/34/32, T 20/18/16, FF 36/34/32 | Fort +6, Ref +11/10/9, Will +10 | Perception 17 (Low-Light)

GM:

This in itself is information. Whoever brought Korash here used some means to extend the bed... and this means that they do not know much about him at all, for the Seedfolk of Arbor (and indeed most plant races) do not sleep.

Korash will ignore the pool of liquid--as he is not yet hungry or thirsty--and peer out tentatively into the hallway.


Isabela and Skyscale:

As you examine the doors, you see that they appear to be made of frosted glass. You can see light and shapes inside, but can make out no more than that. You also notice that next to each door is a sheet of metal that has been connected to the wall somehow. Both the glass and metal are stronger than they appear, however, as they resist even Skyscale's lethal natural weapons.

Isabela:

You do not sense the direction to your psi-crystal, but you do know that it still has the spark of sentience that you imbued it with. It's almost like it's asleep, but you know of no effect that can cause unconsciousness in a psi-crystal.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

SkyScale + Calista +GM:

@SkyScale - Ninja'ed hehe ok

Isabela waits a moment trying to feel where her psicystal is. She felt good, to good. There was no hunger and there was always a hunger, not the kind most felt but the kind Vampires did. It was missing and that was odd. Something had been done to her, was being done to her. She let her mind start to assess her situation.

Autohypnosis Take 10 Accelerated thought processes, not feeling anything she moved after SkyScale.

Taking point from the gate go, the benefits start.

"Humm I would say its an Alarm signal of some kind. I have in places that had such, they tend to indicate danger or an attack. I think it would be wise if we exchange names, Miss Isabela Calista, I like to be called Calista and your name would be Sir?


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

GM only:

She is shocked with what she feels from her PsiCystal, her training kicks it. She has been compromised and must limit this.

Powers trying to use.

1: Attraction DC26 8hours to her own Psicrstal to wake it up, come to me.

2: Detect Psionics/Magic now all around.


Korash:

As you poke your head out into the hallway, you see two different creatures: one appears to be a humanoid (female, if you had to guess). her skin has a slight red tint, her Jet Black Hair and Black orb eyes.

The other appears to be a large winged lizard of some sort, with a bluish hue to it's scales.

Both of them appear to have red clothing on them that exactly matches the color of the liquid in the small cot in your cell.

They both appear to be peering into a doorway down the hall somewhat from you. Before she turns to continue moving in your direction, you can see several pieces of metal that appear to be placed into the area of her skull.

As far as the hallway goes, it is a long hallway with a series of doors on the same side as yours, most of which are still closed. The wall opposite is a solid grey steel, and the floor is a black material that is solid, but seems to have a little bit of give to it.

Isabela and Skyscale:

As you turn and begin your trip down the hallway, you can see the head of some sort of moving plant peering out in your direction. It is staring at you with curiousity. It's head is small, with green woody bark and tiny thorns.


Isabela:

1: 1d20 ⇒ 4
2: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Whatever is causing this static continues to have an effect on your abilities. This is most disconcerting, to say the least.


Avatar Death Mage

GM:
Mjesecar slowly blinks his eyes open and immediately closes them again in pain. so bright! It takes him some time before his eyes adjust. i need to find shelter...my poor retinas! Desperately, he attempts to crawl into the shaded area under his cot. Finally able to calm himself, the black-scaled Kobold carefully examines his surroundings through squinted eyes as he attempts to make some sense of the strange voices. (also, detect magic on the entire area)

And with that, I'm off to bed. I'll post when I'm able tomorrow, but it won't be much due to my work schedule.


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

In the hallway:
Skyscale wanders towards the plant. He made the assumption that anyone who worked for a dragon would speak the proper language, and so he launched directly into Draconic once more. "If you would, kind... wooden thing. I would like to meet with your master." To the untrained ear: 'sjek wux ornla, cirau... wodden youwe. si ornla hefoc ekess tafiaf mrith dout pliso.' He didn't slow his pace as he continued to move towards the creature in the doorway.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

The Hallway:

Isabela follows letting the Dragonoid take the lead, she spotted the plant but has no idea what it is for now.

"It is not in clothing as us, it could be one of those that brought us here."

She says from behind.

tying once more to telepathicly connect to the new being.

::"who are you, why are we here?"::


Deciduous Seedling - Martial Artist 2 | Gladiator 1 | Soulknife 6 (Deadly Fist, Gifted Blade)
Vitals (M/L/H):
Init +5, HP 79/92, PP 23/26 | AC 36/34/32, T 20/18/16, FF 36/34/32 | Fort +6, Ref +11/10/9, Will +10 | Perception 17 (Low-Light)

Does telepathy translate?


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

@Korash:

apparently so v the rules but right now its not, somethings blocking her powers. when and if it dos but ill be adding in problems so its not a fix all, that is unless your PC knowns contemporary mime and wishs to invisibly wall, walk down steps and jazz hands us to what your trying to say hehe :)


Deciduous Seedling - Martial Artist 2 | Gladiator 1 | Soulknife 6 (Deadly Fist, Gifted Blade)
Vitals (M/L/H):
Init +5, HP 79/92, PP 23/26 | AC 36/34/32, T 20/18/16, FF 36/34/32 | Fort +6, Ref +11/10/9, Will +10 | Perception 17 (Low-Light)

Hallway:
Fair enough, just wasn't sure how or if y'alls were chatting.

The plant says something in a consonant language that you do not understand. He stares ahead and does not turn, or blink.[/ooc]


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

Hallway:
"Alright then. You're 'click click.' Welcome to the merry band of 'find the master'. This is perhaps the oddest thing ever. Though I must say I like the idea of a menagerie." Right, so we gonna need to get a huge cave, then we gonna have to get some people in it. This is a really great idea. Ain't gonna get no slaves, though. Real people. No prisoner stuff. Just people invited to hang in my cave and mess with my hoard. Maybe I'll invite some of these guys.

He looks over the tow slowly, then does a long, serpentine beckoning motion with his head, hopefully miming for the plant to follow along with them. He continued to scritch the doors as he went. Even if they didn't give. He wasn't trying to destroy them, more paw at them. He's curious but not curious enough to try to break things to see what's on the other side.


Deciduous Seedling - Martial Artist 2 | Gladiator 1 | Soulknife 6 (Deadly Fist, Gifted Blade)
Vitals (M/L/H):
Init +5, HP 79/92, PP 23/26 | AC 36/34/32, T 20/18/16, FF 36/34/32 | Fort +6, Ref +11/10/9, Will +10 | Perception 17 (Low-Light)

Hallway:
The plant creature follows slowly, keeping a distance of about 20 feet, and adopting what can be best described as a "defensive kung fu stance."[/ooc]

Also, Skyscale: I don't speak your language.


Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

He's a dragon. He'll talk just to hear his own voice. :P Also, spoilers in spoilers don't really work as far as I can tell. Either way, weeeellll past my bed time.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Hallway:

Isabela walks up to it, trying to place the language, yet again trying to think at it. She dos not seem to be scared of you just interested.

Telepathy 1d20 ⇒ 3 nope,

The Buzzing kicks in again, its becoming a real problem and pain, moves her hand as if you make talking sounds. Then she says "hello" in order.


Then she says "hello" in order.
Root Draconic Tongue
Root Trade Talk Tongue
Root Slave'er Tongue
Root Tecknia Tongue [mathematics]
Root Dark Folk Tongue
Root Abyssal Tongue
Root Infernal Tongue
Root Drow Empire Sign Language
Root Sylvan Tongue
Root Celestial Tongue
Root Blood Tongue - [Necril]

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Deciduous Seedling - Martial Artist 2 | Gladiator 1 | Soulknife 6 (Deadly Fist, Gifted Blade)
Vitals (M/L/H):
Init +5, HP 79/92, PP 23/26 | AC 36/34/32, T 20/18/16, FF 36/34/32 | Fort +6, Ref +11/10/9, Will +10 | Perception 17 (Low-Light)

Isabela (and Skyscale?):

As Isabela approaches, Korash walks backwards, keeping pace with quick strides. He doesn't want to let any strange creatures get too close to him.

He may cock his head a bit upon hearing your "root Sylvan tongue," but clearly finds the language barely recognizable. The others seem far too localized to mean anything.

If you're detecting psionics:

Korash is wreathed in a constant strong psychometabolism effect, which seems to emanate from his hands.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Spiky + Skyscale + Isabela + GM + Hallway:

It's keeping out away from us, sign of fear, it could be that is an alarm after all and it did not expect us to get out of our boxs

Then in Deconic she say.

"My new Dragon Friend, Sylvan, it seemed to react to Sylvan. I think it may be a fayling but I have not heard tell of any alive in years, If it is Fay its from no system I have been in. What its doing here I have no idea, the fay are not know for being lovers of technia."

Then in Root Sylvan she asks

"Fay??"

pointing at the thing then points to herself.

"Human"

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Male Taninim
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/Surprise 22/14/20/22 | Fort/Ref/Will +11/08/05 | Init +00 | Perception +13 | Stealth +4
Draconic Exemplar 162 HP 8/8 DP

Hallway:
Skyscale looks back at the two, arching his neck, as he continues to walk forward. One of his horns is raised slightly compared to the other, along with the adjoining brow ridge. He laughs slightly when he notices the hunk of wood maintaining its strange stance. The whole thing reminds him of a statue in many ways. He hs-hs-hs-hs's, then shakes his head along with his long neck, as he continues moving forward. He tries to scratch the floor slightly since it gives some.

He doesn't like that she seems to be jumping through all manner of languages. Was she collected because of her abilities as a translater? If so, was the plant-man collected for his poses? And if that is the case, did the dragon choose him for some small measure of his magnificence? Or did he take him because of the metal he found, that he wanted for himself..? He was going to have to have a talk with this dragon. He looks at the next door and begins to inhale deeply...

Then he realizes that... everything looks mostly the same. And the hallway doesn't seem to end. He looks back the way they'd come, and whether the two had kept up or not, he sits down for a moment, and examines the wall more thoroughly. Then moves over to the other wall and scritches at it with his wing claws. He doesn't like that she seems to be jumping through all manner of languages. Was she collected because of her abilities as a translater? If so, was the plant-man collected for his poses? And if that is the case, did the dragon choose him for some small measure of his magnificence? Or did he take him because of the metal he found, that he wanted for himself...? He speaks to the girl once more, given that she understands him. "This side is colder. And this hallway does not seem to end. It keeps going." Then looks at the tree man and tries his hand. He repeats the phrase in Auran, which seems to modulate his voice from bass to something a bit more free-flowing on the pitch scale as he speaks. and should that not work, then Scaletongue would be tried. Scaletongue sounds -very- backwater, with a thick accent, which makes it much more difficult to follow for someone who hasn't experienced draconic for their full life. But the basic structure is the same. Just... a few made up words and joined words.


Female
StatusBar:
HP 48/48 | AC 19/FF14/T15 | F+1 R+7 W+6 | Init +5 | Per: +2 | PP 63/82
Dhampir Pison [Telepath] L8

Hallway:

She looks at what the dragonkin is doing, then says

"There is a good chance where on an orbital, if that is the case, this hallway could loop around for 1000s of Kilometres."

She then looks back at the plant thing to see what it has to say.
If only she could use telepathy.

Kn Psionics 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 what could be blocking her

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