The Legacy of Marianasu - DM Downrightamazed

Game Master downrightamazed

The great captain Korius Merit, of the Paladine of Izmir, summons a group of warriors of the air to retrieve twelve evil artifacts; the legendary Abominations of the long-dead archmage Marianasu.


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@Min:
Nope, don't worry, you're cool. The result of that roll is coming soon...


Min wrote:
Heedless of the dangers he saw chasing the Dragonsingers through the gates.

I hasten to point out that nothing came through the gate after the Dragonsingers. They (and their unfortunate cargo) are all that came through. Sorry if that wasn't clear, my bad.


Male DraRid 9 - HP 66/66 AC 23, T 14, Flat 19 - F+7 R+10 W+6 Init +4; Senses: Superior Low-Light Vision (X4), Darkvision 60ft; Per +14

Nope that was my bad, I should have worded my sentences better. ^^;


Male Silastrix Magus (Bladebound Kensai) 11 (HP 83/83 AC 30, T 23, Flat 11 - F+9 R+9 W+8 Init +12; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +13

Maiathreen and Livain show up just after the dragonsingers land. When Maiathreen gets closed you notice his eyes have dark rings beneat them and his face is twisted as his head is still pounding from his earlier confrontation with Servais. He almost seems uncomfortable with the blade strapped to his hip.

Knowledge Arcane:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21Hmmm seems to be something about Mai and low low rolls…

Whist the dragons that flew in were interesting they couldn't truly cut through the fog that had remained over the stoic aellar since the disaster with Servais. "What… He stops as he squints for a moment. …who are they!" He asks and then winces at his own voice.

Not really sure how to run his wisdom damage so he is a wee bit off


Male Human Battle Herald 11

Damian takes great pride when he sees the Skyknights in their full uniforms. He looks every inch their leader: his tall rider's boots come up to his knees, polished to the point of being gleaming, while the dark royal blue of his cloak flows dramatically behind him, pinned in place by his captain's bars. The emblazoned image of Iomedae's sword and the angel wings stretches across the surcoat over his armor. As he presents the cloaks and tabards to the troops, he tells them the news that the Third Army has been commissioned, and that they have been selected as the vanguard of the aerial support. He tries his best to maintain humility as he tells them of his promotion, but pride does creep into his words.

It is not very long after the announcement that the Dragonsingers arrive through their arcane gates. He strides to the newly-arrived dragons and takes his place next to Captain Harrix. "I am Captain Damian Lamorak, commander of the Skyknights. We are most pleased to meet you. What can we do to help?" The Dragonsingers apparently had not been taught in his lessons of past heraldry and heroes, but that would not stop him from treating them with the courtesy and respect that they obviously deserve.


Male Silastrix Magus (Bladebound Kensai) 11 (HP 83/83 AC 30, T 23, Flat 11 - F+9 R+9 W+8 Init +12; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +13

Maiathreen glances at the cloak wondering how it will work with his wings when he decides to roll it up and place it in his bag. As he puts on the tabard which had fortunately been made by someone who was used to dealing with aellar or at least individuals with their body type. "Does this color clash with my eyes…?"

Maiathreen blinks his eyes sleepily as he attempts to mull over what he just said. "Did I just say that? I think something might be wrong…"

Woot, go wisdom damage!


Male Elf Witch 5 / Ranger 1/ Eldritch Knight 5

Belsarious tries to get used to the uniform, looking around not certain of the point and benefit of the clothing......

Perception 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
Knowledge history 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
arcane 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

"Music soothes tha wild beast tha is argent pussiance tha destroys peace an life an time."


Maiathreen Gyssearnith wrote:

"Does this color clash with my eyes…?"

Maiathreen blinks his eyes sleepily as he attempts to mull over what he just said. "Did I just say that? I think something might be wrong…"

Woot, go wisdom damage!

HAHAHAHAAAA! Nice!


Female Silastrix Archer 11 - HP 93 AC 24, T 16, Flat 18 - F+7 R+8 W+ 4 Init +8; Senses: Darkvision Low-Light Vision)

Livain felt a pin prick of worry drag itself across the back of her neck. Goose flesh began to crawl upon her like vermin to a corpse. She felt a strong need to look down and saw what appeared like a sheet of shadows exuding from the bottom of the door. For a moment she grips the chair and lifts her legs up in the chair and reacts much the same to it as if it were a mouse. She wanted to grab a broom and whack at it but came to her senses. With a raised brow and still staring down she hops off the chair and drags it back away from the door. Like an angry child she makes sure to stomps on the shadow as much as possible to make it go away. Livain yanks the door open only to see Maiathreen fall to his knees in pain. She could hear his pitiful cry about being cold. Quickly she runs to their bed and grabs his favorite blanket, the one with intricate crimson embroidery and black embellishments. She throws it on Maiathreen then quickly wraps her arms around him. “I guess Servais was in a bad mood, did you wake him up out of a sound sleep?”
She couldn’t help herself; she wanted to see Maiathreen smile if even for second. She ran her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. She kept speaking soft word of encouragement and comfort. For the remainder of the night, Livain made several batches of herbal teas in hopes to alleviate Maiathreen’s pain. She even made a quick batch of cookies in hopes it would put him in a good mood and revive his spirit.
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As soon as Maiathreen asked Livain of the color choice in his outfit that was when she knew he was definitely not alright. Livain being exhausted as well, blinked disbelieving with matching raccoon eyes. Her hair which was normally combed, braided, and placed in intricate hair styles. She didn’t even bother with hair pins or beads; she just made sloppy braid and threw it over her shoulder. Strands of hair dangled about untamed.
“I am going to make a wild guess that the teas didn’t aid you much…”
She stares at him sadly for a moment, and shrugs. She releases a deep sigh of sorrow and frustration. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Maiathreen and felt she was partially to blame.
“The color looks fine dear, but I must warn you, I will jest with you about your question later when you are better.”
She smiles at her husband in hopes that he will smile back.


Male Silastrix Magus (Bladebound Kensai) 11 (HP 83/83 AC 30, T 23, Flat 11 - F+9 R+9 W+8 Init +12; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +13
Livain Gyssearnith wrote:

Quickly she runs to their bed and grabs his favorite blanket, the one with intricate crimson embroidery and black embellishments. She throws it on Maiathreen then quickly wraps her arms around him. “I guess Servais was in a bad mood, did you wake him up out of a sound sleep?”

She couldn’t help herself; she wanted to see Maiathreen smile if even for second. She ran her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. She kept speaking soft word of encouragement and comfort. For the remainder of the night, Livain made several batches of herbal teas in hopes to alleviate Maiathreen’s pain. She even made a quick batch of cookies in hopes it would put him in a good mood and revive his spirit.

Maiathreen rests against Livain as she wraps him up. "Something like that my love… He nom noms multiple cookies and drains the tea his muscles eventually relaxing. As he relaxes against Livain when she is massaging his scalp he suddenly turns towards her. "I love you, you know that?" He asks as he presses his lips against her's in a deep kiss.

Livain Gyssearnith wrote:


As soon as Maiathreen asked Livain of the color choice in his outfit that was when she knew he was definitely not alright. Livain being exhausted as well, blinked disbelieving with matching raccoon eyes. Her hair which was normally combed, braided, and placed in intricate hair styles. She didn’t even bother with hair pins or beads; she just made sloppy braid and threw it over her shoulder. Strands of hair dangled about untamed.
“I am going to make a wild guess that the teas didn’t aid you much…”
She stares at him sadly for a moment, and shrugs. She releases a deep sigh of sorrow and frustration. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Maiathreen and felt she was partially to blame.
“The color looks fine dear, but I must warn you, I will jest with you about your question later when you are better.”
She smiles at her husband in hopes that he will smile back....

"Why would you jest with me about this I'm worried about color coordination! Maiathreen says his eyes wide with confusion. "…I think this might be a side effect of my meeting with Servais…


Once all the wounded are pulled down and stretchered off for proper care, the three dragonsingers turn and greet you all as their dragons stretch mightily, free of their delicate -- but still heavy -- cargo. The dragonsingers are an elf and two humans. One of the humans is a short, crimson-haired woman with a generous band of freckles running across her nose from one cheek to the other and fiercely sparkling raindrop-colored eyes. She has a scabbard of sorts on her right hip that holds a silver flute instead of a sword and the brass dragon is her companion.

The other human is a man, and he wears a large, strange lute across his back. He has sandy blonde hair that would cause you to guess he has southern roots and kind, hazel eyes. He is partnered with the copper dragon. The other woman is an elf and is quite tall, like most elves. Her hair is snow-white and her eyes are ice blue. Obvuiosly, she is with the silver dragon.

All three of the dragonsingers are very slender and wiry -- which renders the redhead downright petite -- and wear flying gear ill-suited to combat but perfect for someone who spends large amounts of time in the air.

You cannot help but notice that none of them has a single weapon.


Male Silastrix Magus (Bladebound Kensai) 11 (HP 83/83 AC 30, T 23, Flat 11 - F+9 R+9 W+8 Init +12; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +13

Maiathreen glares at the elven dragonsinger for a moment as he is reminded of him and Livain being not so kindly refused entry into the elven lands. He catches what he is doing and busies himself with adjusting the tabard.


The redhead speaks for the group. "Hello! You must be the Skyknights I've heard so much about. A pleasure..." She looks at Min, and her eyes sparkle. "...and merry meet to you, too. Trivia of the crossways attend thee and protect thee, traveler, I must say it's been some long time since we heard that ancient welcome. It is...a pleasant change." She gives Min a smile that settles on him like a ton of bricks. The elf steps forward and gives the Tuathan a look. She is taller than him, and angles her head down so she can study his face. "You're Tuathan, are you not? You're strong for a Tuathan..."

The redhead gives her companion a wry smile and interrupts. "I am Atiamu. These are Emi..." she indicates the striking elf, who bows, "...and Bimos." She nods towards the man, who gives you all a warm smile and also bows. "Bimos's copper friend back there is Thel-Carron, Emi's companion is Na-Leassa, and my Bond-mate, the Great Brass Gossip, is Belle-Filiani." Belle-Filiani snorts derisively but says nothing.

Atiamu looks with apparent approval at your colors and arms. "Very nice! You'll certainly be recognizable, that's for sure. The blue is excellent. It will complement your scales and feathers and fur. I suppose all you two-leggers won't look half-bad, either." She winks at you.

Despite Atiamu's verbal sass, it's obvious that she and her dragonsingers are all completely exhausted. Great black rings give their eyes a sunken look, and their steps, though proud, are clearly weary.

Ian smiles. "Atiamu. We need to send the Skyknights to Ormiria. They have to speak with the son of Stormfare University's head librarian."

Atiamu's sparkling eyes flash and her eyebrows shoot up. "What in all the Land is he doing there? That place..."

Ian makes a placating gesture. "We don't know anything for sure, dragonsinger, and our diviners showed him with his companions in the Promenade of the palace, so surely things are fine. The Skyknights must get access to the Great Tower at the Hec..."

She makes a face. "Fen's Omnibus."

"Yes. They need an introduction. A note from the head librarian along with your father's blessing should be more than sufficient to grant them access. If they can get a note from the librarian's son, I'm sure she'll assist."

All three dragonsingers nod. Emi speaks. "That's true enough. But Ian, the Hellfields grow every day. We barely made it across this time. We're exhausted. We cannot accompany them."

Captain Harrix smiles wolfishly. "They don't need it. Just open a Gate for them and all will be fine. They can take care of themselves."

Atiamu snorts. "Famous last words, paladin. Famous last words." She looks back at the dragons, then at all of you. She pulls her flute out of its scabbard, and even those of you untrained in music can instantly recognize the quality of the instrument and the magicks that enhance it. It is clearly a very powerful item. "Well, Skyknights, you are prepared, I assume? Raise your mounts and let's be on with it. Would that we had more time to talk..." Her eyes linger on Min's face, then down to his broad shoulders, "...but it appears the Land and the Lines have other plans for us, and that that is not how this particular song goes."

Bimos takes off his Lute and Emi clears her throat as she pulls out a violin made of a strange bright wood none of you has ever seen. Captain Harrix looks at you all with a mix of hope, anxiousness, and pride. "Any last thing you need? If not, we need to get you on your way."

Assume that all basic supplies are taken care of -- rations, water, healing kits, etc., and that all of you are gathered here together with all of your gear and your riding companions, so you are all set to go, basically. I just wanted to give you a last chance to get in a farewell post before we re-convene in the Seer's Journey thread. :-)


Male Silastrix Magus (Bladebound Kensai) 11 (HP 83/83 AC 30, T 23, Flat 11 - F+9 R+9 W+8 Init +12; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +13
DM Downrightamazed wrote:

Assume that all basic supplies are taken care of -- rations, water, healing kits, etc., and that all of you are gathered here together with all of your gear and your riding companions, so you are all set to go, basically. I just wanted to give you a last chance to get in a farewell post before we re-convene in the Seer's Journey thread. :-)

I need a restoration spell just don't want to seem to metagamey and ask for it by name…


potion or scroll?


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Alian & Ayleath come a'callin':

Gotta say I Love that line "a sylph wearing an angel astride a celestial pegasus", my girl and her companions must cut a pretty awesome image indeed I guess! : D

A bittersweet happiness fills Aylaeth as Alain's brothers come out. Because of the horrible tradgedy in her past, not only was she all alone in the world, she was not even sure if she had ever had siblings or not; she certainly had no memories of any anyway. Yet at the same time the crowd of children all around them and Alian's obvious bursting pride overwhelm any lingering pain her past brings her and she laughs out loud as she says "I, young sir, am Aylaeth Brely'an, Skyknight of Izmir and scholor of Lesotho. With me are my dear companions Tora'an, a Lord of the Pegasi, and Ada'an, a real, live angel who also happens to serve as my assistant. Your brother Alain is my squire and as reward for his excellent service I have granted him a ride on my flying companion. I told him we could visit anywhere he wanted, within reason of course, and he wished to come visit you, his family!"

Then, making sure to move slowly so as not to alarm any of the parents, she dismounts and then lifts down the young man. As she does so she whispers "We cannot stay too long Alain, but I imagine you would like to at least greet your parents as well, yes?

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
K (arcana): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20
Tora'an Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Ada'an Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

The moment Aylaeth sees the new signs of rank on Damian's shoulder's she approaches him and gives a crisp salute, he large grin making the moment a more casual one as she says"Fantastic! You have my deepest congratulations Captain, the promotion could not have come at a more welcome time, nor have gone to a more deserving leader. Well done."

She then greatfully receives the new tabbards and insignia, making apreciative noises. She also expresses her pleasure with the new standard. She wastes no time putting on the new tabbard, appreciating how the colours match Tora'an's sparkling hide as well as he own mithral armor.

Once the music starts she looks up, instantly compelled by the hauting beauty of the melody into a state of rhapsody. Her celestial companions are affected even more greatly, as they seem to become more somehow, and begin to pulse in time with the music of their native plane.

When the doorway opens she is at first too overjoyed to see three ancient dragons and their riders coming to lend their aid to Izmir than to notice anything anything else until she feels a deep stab of fury from her familiar and looks again more closely, catching the barest glimpse of the hellfire beyond the portals before it snaps shut.

Her attention immediately attracted back to the three arrivals she knows she should be able to identify them, but in the glory of the moment her memory fails her. The memory of her familiar though, is never fallible and he fills her in on some of the salient points on Dragonsingers, spurring her own recollection.

She remains silent through most of the interaction with the riders, content to have the others speak on her behalf. It is not until the last few moments before their departure before that she speaks up, primarily addressing Atiamu "Greetings riders! I am Aylaeth Brely'an, and these are my dear companions Tora'an and Ada'an. It is I who shall be heading the investigation on the Abominations. I thank you sincerely for your aid in our mission and have but two questions for you. One, are there any specific preparations you recommend we make before we cross the Hellfields? And two, who is your father Atiamu?"

Is it too late to ask that at least one of us get a wand of lessor Restoration?


Male Human Battle Herald 11

Damian shakes the hand of each of the three dragonriders in turn, and makes a respectful salute to the dragons themselves. "I presume that these Hellfields are a danger. Is there anything that we need to know in a tactical sense to help us cross over to our destination?"


Male DraRid 9 - HP 66/66 AC 23, T 14, Flat 19 - F+7 R+10 W+6 Init +4; Senses: Superior Low-Light Vision (X4), Darkvision 60ft; Per +14

Min wears his Skyknight uniform proudly while under the close attention of the pair of strikingly beautiful Dragonsingers. He gives Emi a nervous smile as she examines his face as he looks up at her. He barely resists the urge to gape in surprise at her height and striking features. by the gods she is tall... I had forgotten how short I was in comparison.... He nods to Emi in agreement with her assessment of his origin but he wasn't going to lead anyone on about his strength, if anyone was strong it was Sir Damian. "You honor me, Lady Emi, indeed my birthplace is Haelith in Tautha but I became strong in Heartland. My strength is augmented through some minor magic as well, it comes in very handy when you find yourself in a pinch." He smiles up at her once more before turning his head to look at Atiamu.

As he meets her eyes he finds himself completely caught off guard for a moment by her unique features. Her freckles were lovely and her firey hair was awe inspiring to behold. It was then that his cheeks heated up as her comments and smile suddenly hit home. He clears his throat quietly for a moment as he composes himself. "My... thanks for your blessing Lady Atiamu, it was a saying I heard many times in Heartland and I have carried with me since its fall. Besides, all meetings are destined to come again..." He gives her a warm smile.

He bows his head respectfully to each ancient dragon in turn and finishing with Bimos he speaks once more. "It has been a great honor to meet each of you and I hope to have time in the future to meet with you all again. Until then, please get some rest and let us carry on the fight in your sted."

He steps back then and allows the others to talk of the hellfields, content to making sure Lins armor was strapped on and that their gear was ready for lands unknown.

Lin however gave her rider another toothy grin as she shook her head at him, she rumbled with light laughter at his slightly reddened cheeks.


Huge Female Silver Dragon 9 HP 79/79 DR 5/magic AC-28, T-12, Flat-26, F+9, R+8, W+8 Init +2; Senses: Darkvision (120 feet), Low-Light Vision, Scent; Per +13

After a few moments Min climbed into the saddle and colored even more from embarrassment as Lin continued to rumble merrily with laughter. Whatever she was saying was being said within the bond and apparently Min was failing to withstand some sort of teasing.

The Bond:

{It seems you were being assessed rider, I wonder if you passed inspection~?}

{They were just complimenting me you great big gossip!}

{Oh, such a Strong broad shouldered Tauthan you are, you could have tried to lift me as a feat of strength~ That would have most certainly impressed them~}

{Shush, You!}

{Too bad you told them the truth~ It is true that the reek of magic would lead to them finding out but for now you could have tried to be convincing. Oh, such a noble and strong Tauthan you are my rider~}

{Ye gods, your going to carry on with this aren't you...}

{Oh yes! This is great fun and I haven't seen you this color in ages! Your so red you remind me of a cherry~}

As Min starts considering how many tests of will he was going to lose today and how best to skin a dragon. Lin erupts into more quiet laughter as she turned and looked for Belsarious, when she found the Eldritch Knight she nodded to him. "Come Belsarious, we are getting ready to move out best you get in and strap down tight. I expect it is going to be a bumpy flight~" She turned back to Min and ave him another toothy grin, turning away from her rider she stretched her powerful wings and moved them in short strokes as she prepared herself for flight. As she stretced the enchanted armor moved with her and didn't creak like she had expected, it was a little tight but she was very comfrotable in the flexibility it still gave her.


1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
Atiamu blows a few notes on her flute, then looks from Captain Lamorak to Aylaeth. "You lot needn't fear the Hellfields. You won't be traveling that way. I must warn you, though, that even though we'll be sending you via the shortest possible route, the trip will be unsettling. Without us along with to cushion your arrival you will all need to have iron constitutions to not be Shaken or, worse, Nauseated on arrival. As to your other question, well," She gives Aylaeth a coy look. "My name is Atiamu Merit. Your name is familiar to me as well, via your work at the University of the Scales in Lesotho. Na-Leassa and Na-Selene were broodmates, and as such we travel there often. It is a fine city."

The crimson-maned dragonsinger gives a little bow and turns to her dragonsingers, starting them in on a Song of Expedient Travel. You note that in addition to the three of them playing and Bimos and Emi singing, all three dragons are singing, as well, in voices both magnificent and eerie. You realize this is where the alien aspect of their music comes from.

DC25 Sense Motive:
There is a lot Atiamu is leaving out about the Hellfields.

Sir Damian ONLY:
Ian leans in and whispers; "[b]This is need-to-know only; the Hellfields are a new front, one where we are taking the fight to Veriala and disrupting the Black Dragonflight's efforts at breeding battle devils for her army. Captain Coyne and Na-Calanon fight there now, in the very outskirts of Dis itself. Only the dragonsingers can travel there, and only they can bring back our wounded. A victory there would be of immeasurable value.


Male Elf Witch 5 / Ranger 1/ Eldritch Knight 5

Sense motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Nods....

"Seems we have been introduced tah shortcuts already an one an all err unsettling in some form or fashion!"


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Tora'an Sense Motive:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Ada'an Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Aylaeth smiles widely at Atiamu's reply, genuine pleasure shining forth from her as she says with enthusiasm "Why, that is wonderful! For Na-Selene is as an adopted mother to me, and that would make you an I almost sisters! And to you, great Na-Leassa, why, that would make you the closest thing to an aunt that I have in the whole world!" her face flushing with emotion, the nearly overwrought slyph takes a moment to gather herself. After her experiences with her squire Alain and his family, the idea that she may share a form of kinship with these two strikes her impactfully.

Laughing off her embarrassment she continues "I am sorry, you must forgive me. I realize this may not be the time and place for such emotion. It is truly a wonder that we have never met before, but the Gods, and Fate, weave as they will. I am grateful that we have met now and I look forward to our next meeting."

Feeling more the little girlthan she has in many years and unable to control herself, she quickly dismounts, runs over to Atiamu and embraces her, then places her hand over her own chest and bows saying "My heart is your heart", then, turning to Na-Leassa but not willing to break protocol to the extent of actually touching an ancient dragon without permission, she merely bows in the majestic Silver's direction and completes the ritual Lesothoian greeting and farewell between family and close friends "We share the same soul"

The colour still high in her cheeks, she swiftly remounts Tora'an and, with a nod to her Captian, indicates both her apology for breaching protocol and her readiness to depart.

Sorry, but I'm a little confused. Isn't it Emi, the Elf, who is on the Silver Na-Leassa?


Aylaeth Brely'an wrote:
Sorry, but I'm a little confused. Isn't it Emi, the Elf, who is on the Silver Na-Leassa?

That is correct. What, Atiamu isn't allowed to talk about her friend's dragon? Man, all these crazy rules no one told me.


The Dragonsingers begin to play, and to sing, and to join their voices and instruments into the glorious music you heard just minutes ago. Arcane characters start to spin in the air along with other things, other glyphs unfamiliar in their meaning yet tantalizingly close to symbols the arcanists among you might know. The Gate is gigantic, as well it needs to be to accommodate all of you.

Ian speaks to you all one last time; "They are making the gate in the air to minimize the chances of you running into anything on the ground. They're going to drop you into the Promenade, last we checked there was no one around except Sir Justahl and his companions. Fly true, Skyknights! Fly brave!" He backs off, then, and lets you all lift off in preparation of the Gate opening.


Male Silastrix Magus (Bladebound Kensai) 11 (HP 83/83 AC 30, T 23, Flat 11 - F+9 R+9 W+8 Init +12; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +13

Maiathreen glances at Aylaeth's display with the dragonsingers and shakes his head in exasperation. His mind finally cleared after a cleric healed him of his affliction. He gently lays two fingers against Servais' hilt thinking to himself about how to fix this little power struggle they are in at the moment.

Of course that's in the rules...
Thou shalt not talk about thy neighbor's dragon...


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Dragon Envy? Maybe she's thinking an ancient silver is worth 10 copper ones? Or 1/10 of a gold?

Waiting for their Captian to give the order, once he does so, Tora'an leaps into the sky carrying his rider as the Skyknights make their glorious exit from Izmir's skies.


Male Human Battle Herald 11

"Stay safe, Captain. May the blessings of the Inheritor remain shining upon Izmir, and upon you. Skyknights of the Third Army, fly!" Damian lifts into the air on his griffon's back, leading the way through the Gate first. He holds the banner of the Skyknights in his left hand, raised high above his head and magically lighted by the blessing of Iomedae. He disappears as he enters the gate, with the others behind him in formation.


Male DraRid 9 - HP 66/66 AC 23, T 14, Flat 19 - F+7 R+10 W+6 Init +4; Senses: Superior Low-Light Vision (X4), Darkvision 60ft; Per +14

Liins teasing subsides as the gate forms high above them, Min looks up towards the gate along with his bond-mate before looking back towards the Dragonsingers. As his companions begin rising up Min gives the dragonsingers a warm smile as he says. "Merry Part and Merry meet again." He follows his words with a final salute just as Lin launches into the air with a powerful stroke of her wings.

As they gained altitude climbing towards the gate the dragonsingers had made for them. The pair steeled themselves for what lay on the otherside, as they pass through the gate, neither one of them looks back...


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As you all vault into the gate, there is a bizarre becoming that happens, where the music seems to turn into a physical thing and entwine itself around your body. Each of you is covered in living melody, fortified with moving, sentient harmony. You feel the speech that exists in music, whose vocabulary is the fundamental motion of bodies in the multiverse and whose language is emotion itself. You are in a strange tunnel of some sort, and there is a blurring as you go past, a sensation of tremendous power and the distinct lucrh-in-the-stomach of a steep fall, but executed so rapidly you don't even have time to register it before it ends and you are now, still armored in living music, rocketing through an endless blue-white glow.

It takes a moment, but Aylaeth and Belsarious realize it at the same time, both breathing the words "Ley Line..." Aylaeth explains a little-known fact that Ada'an's perfect memory recalls for her; one of the rumored powers of the Dragonsingers is to travel along ley lines, a feat that would typically destroy just about any creature in the multiverse, but the way they open the Gates of travel and outfit themselves and their companions in a coat of protective emotion and life and melody keeps the travelers safe. You are all inside a Ley Line, fundamental source of power and magic in the land, and it is impossibly beautiful.

Then, as abruptly as the journey along the ley line began, it ends. You are jerked back upwards at an incalculable rate of speed, Strange traceries of ley line energy cling to you and fall away as you move higher, higher, through the cold...

...and then you are there. The exit through the gate strips away the music and you are suddenly fully under your own power again. There is the usual lurch of teleportation, but it is much, much worse than usual. All of you are able to steel yourselves against it except Min, who keeps his stomach but looks a bit Shaken (for 1 round). There is a suffusion of power you all feel coursing through you; remnants of traveling through the ley line? (It is indeed; all spellcasters treat ALL spells as being cast one level higher for the next four (4) rounds as you work through the excess power the ley lines gave you.)

Looking down, you see Izmir's diviners were working on old intel. You have been dropped into a bloodbath. (Here is the map.)

You are in a tall, cold hallway. The walls are stone, but the floors and ceiling are marble. There are 5' diameter marble columns set 5' from the walls and with 15' between each column. The hallway itself is 40' wide and nearly 100' long, with a 50', arched ceiling. You all manifest right up by that ceiling, 40' up. There are two large tapestries depicting some sort of bloody conquest in one, and trade and commerce in the other. Both feature a central figure around which the scenes are composed that Aylaeth explains (again, via Ada'an) is Baron Ormir, ruler of Ormiria, and one of very few men ever to be allowed to enter into trade treaties with the surly dwarves of the Van-Monnen and Van-Duriss, the two countries that are collectively known as The Forgelands.

At each end of the hall is a large set of double doors. Each door is 10' wide and 20' tall and made of solid wood banded with iron. The doors on the west end are flung wide open and through them you see several corpses of some kind of guards. Standing there is Karthan Zhosk, the half-orc you seek, the son of the head Librarian of Stormfare University. His hands and wrists arc and spit with arcane energy and there is fire in his eyes. Immediately in front of him is a Large monster of some sort that none of you recognize, not even little Ada'an, who has thus far been quite helpful on this trip. The beast looks like a cross between a girallon and a taer, perhaps, and is engaged in combat with two metal-covered skeletons, combat that it appears is not going all that well as the beast is clearly battered and bloody, though one of the skeletons is about ready to fall apart. A Shadow is behind the undamaged skeleton, though it doesn't appear to be helping much at the moment.

Directly beneath you is the young girl, Cassandra, and the warrior Kelne, both of whom you also recognize from Ian's descriptions. The battered and bloody Kelne stands over the body of a typical-looking court jester in a tattered old harlequin's suit. Next to the jester's body is a scattered deck of cards, a mace is in his hand. Kelne is bearing down, preparing for attack from the two other metal-covered skeletons that are coming up after him. Standing next to Kelne is a heavily-armored Pharasman cleric, his hands invisible in giant orbs of purple and black divine power. As you appear, several of Kelne's wounds heal under the divine touch of this cleric, so it's a safe bet they're allies, though Captain Harrix gave no indication of any cleric traveling with the group.

Curiously, in addition to Cassandra, there is another young child, a wild-looking boy, not much older than Cassandra, stands with a pugnacious look on his bruised and broken face -- clearly he has been fighting -- and a sling in his hand. Bizarrely, strange arcane characters are swirling about him, and you notice similar characters around the Monster over by the east doors. A link between them, perhaps? The boy is clad in furs and a very old warrior's helmet that is far too big for him. The boy's eyes are glowing with arcane sight, so clearly he is a mage of some sort.

Only one of the east doors is open, but you see no one there. There is no sign of Jorzan, Tanel, or Sir Justahl. But there is clearly a battle being fought directly underneath you.

Initiative and Fort saves:

Captain Lamorak:
DC15 Fort save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Min
DC15 Fort save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Belsarious:
DC15 Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Maiathreen:
DC15 Fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Initiative: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Livain:
DC15 Fort save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Aylaeth:
DC15 Fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19


DC15 Perception, anyone EXCEPT Aylaeth, 'cos you weren't there yet:
Something clicks in your head as you spy Kelne and Cassandra, and you recall this conversation you had in the jungles south of Hallas just a few weeks ago, prior to your first meeting with Princess Minaethiel Ellethwin and her companions, Bardas and Nurianna.


Okay all, here's where it picks up in The Seer's Journey, so start posting over there. Game on!


@Aylaeth: Continuing your visit with Alain's family. Alain looks suddenly nervous at your suggestion to visit his parents. "Er, no, I...this is enough, we should really..." he stammers. Before he can finish, though, a big, big man steps out of the house he identified as his. The kids immediately scatter.

This fellow stands fully 6'5" if he is an inch, and is bulky in the way of former warriors. He is probably in his fifties, you'd guess, and wearing normal civilian clothes, though you recognize the amulet he wears as an Amulet of Honorable Service, indicating that he was at one time military, and a decorated soldier of some sort. He has a deep scar gouged in his left cheek and limps slightly when he walks. His eyes are steel grey.

He walks slowly across the courtyard. His other two sons -- Alain's brothers -- run past him and back into the house. He approaches and nods to you both, then speaks very quietly, in such a way that his voice barely carries at all, though at this point it is only the six of you by the fountain, anyway. "Alain. Ma'am. Alain, what brings you here. Haven't you duty?"

Alain is clearly terrified. "I...Da, I'm...er...she said...I mean..."

"Hush now." he says, and though his voice is not unkind in any discernable way, it's clear there is some implied discipline of some sort in his simple statements. "Alain, you should be at your Duty and I know you know it. I also know you will Atone, because you are my Oldest and you are a good boy, and an example for your brothers."

"Y-yes Da."

"Good." The man nods. He then turns his steady gaze to you. "Ma'am. Please escort this boy back to his Duty. I assume you are a guest and he was assigned as your page. I wish you a good day." He gives you a polite, if cold bow, and steps back, clearly assuming you will get back on Tora'an and fly back up the hill.


Bump. Aylaeth? You out there? Hello?


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Yes sir! Just been a bit busy and want to do justice to it. It's a comin' though! I promise ; )


Ah, okay! No worries, no worries. Just wanted to make sure the thread didn't get buried. Happens so darn fast these days, with all the other active PbPs. :-)


Male DraRid 9 - HP 66/66 AC 23, T 14, Flat 19 - F+7 R+10 W+6 Init +4; Senses: Superior Low-Light Vision (X4), Darkvision 60ft; Per +14

***BUMP :D***


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Aylaeth's expression of joy slowly fades into something much more serious as grim and Alain's father emerges and it becomes ever clearer what kind of man he is. Although she had grown up and spent most of her life in a city almost entirely composed of women, she had known and come across more than a few of these kinds of men in her days. Men who spoke with their fists more than their words, men who felt it was their right to take out their own shortcomings on their children and spouses. Men like him were used to being able to use their size and strength to intimidate those smaller and weaker than them, to bully others through fear and violence. Well, this particular man was in for quite a surprise this day.

Removing her grimace and putting on a smile once again Aylaeth ignores Alain's father for the moment and turns a sweet smile on her paige as she kneels down to get closer to his level. Her movement also just happens to conveniently block Alain's view of his father. Brushing an imaginary piece of dust off of the paige's quivering shoulder and pretending as if nothing bad or negative whatsoever had just transpired she says in a cheery and confidant voice "Alain, why don't you run inside for a moment and say hello to your mother, as I am sure she misses her eldest boy. Also please tell her that I would very much like to meet the mother of my fine, young squire. This will also give your father and I a chance to go over your outstanding service with me and perhaps even reminisce, warrior to warrior."

As the terrified lad hesitates and begins to try and look to his father for permission she subtly moves her head and makes her tone more firm, now more the inflection of an order rather than a suggestion. As she stands and gives him a gentle push to get him moving she says "Now Alain, don't start running your thus far perfect record of service with me. Do I need to give you an order? Run along inside, greet your mother, and allow your father and I a few moments to talk." With a last look up at her, obviously not sure whether to smile or to cry, without sparing a glance for his father this time little Alain quickly runs inside.

Standing now, her 5'5" frame easily dwarfed by the giant before her, Aylaeth nevertheless takes a step forward until she is right before the man. As if on cue, Tora'an also takes a step forward and makes a combination snort and growl, as if to remind the human that he was neither the biggest nor the strongest one here. As the Sylph gathers her will electricity begins to crackle and flash behind her eyes. And as her ire grows her hair, as it is won't to do, begins to take on a life of it's own. At times it seems to dart at the man, as if trying to strike him, at others it almost seems to grow claws with which to scratch him; the owner of the hair meanwhile is oblivious to it's movements, for all her focus is placed on the man before her. Although her size does not change at all, her stature seems to increase dramatically until she almost, impossibly, seems to somehow loom over the much bigger man.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Tora'an Aid Another Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

For a brief moment she considers attempting to use diplomacy, but no, this kind of man only understood one language. As such, she allows the full weight of her not inconsiderable presence to fall upon him. She was a Slyph, decendent of Djinn! She was a Magus, master of arts marshal and arcane! She was adopted daughter of the great and ancient Na-Selene! And she was a Skyknight! And this man, this man who held his family in terror, would know it! Her voice low yet her tone deep and serious she finally speaks "You, soldier, will address me as Sir, as befits a superior! I am a Skyknight! Or have you so forgotten yourself and your former station? And you will Not presume to give orders or commanded punishment to my squire! Is that clear!!" Not giving the man time to answer she takes another step forward, forcing him back "Because it pleases me to do so, I shall answer your question to Alain myself. He is here because I wished it. It was my desire to reward my paige for his excellent and faithful service to me, and it was his desire to share his joy and excitement of his reward with his family. A joy and excitement your cruel and callous disregard has squashed, something I am quite sure has happened many times before. Alain may be your son, yet as you yourself have said, he has his Duty, and for the moment, his Duty is to me. So I shall tell you how things shall be. There shall be No 'Atonement', for Alain could not have performed his Duty to me any more perfectly than he has, and his brothers could not ask for a better example to follow. Thank Abadar that they at last have one." giving a moment for the significance of this remark to sink in she continues "Now, Alain will finish his brief visit with his brothers and mother, and you shall not do or say anything to further ruin that for him. When I am satisfied, we shall leave, and not a moment sooner." Then, in a voice filled with deadly menace yet pitched for his ears alone she adds "And if I ever, ever, hear of you harming one hair on that boy's head, or anyone that he cares about, I promise you, I shall make you rue the day you were born. This I swear on the Guardian of the First Vault himself."

Then, finally taking a step back, she suddenly becomes much calmer and, almost disdainfully as if dismissing the man from her awareness she says "Are we CLEAR, soldier?"


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

There, that do? ;-]

DRA Only:

I know Aylaeth has used the term Squire several times but she is not actually planning to take Alain on as a squire as Damian has, at least not at this point. Although she is not against the idea either.

An idea had occurred to me though. I wanted to have Tora'an take a moment to step back to his celestial realm and call upon a pegasus to come and serve as a mount for Alain. The pegaus would not necessarily have to be celestial and it would not necessarily have to arrive right now. Maybe Tora'an could just sort of 'put the word out'. And then, if things turn out that way, Alain and the Pegasus could be included later on in the story. My idea for him, especially with a pegaus' speed, would be to serve more as a scout and messenger then as a battle knight.

I would like these two things to be abilities that Tora'an, as a Celestial Pegasus Lord, has: 1) The ability to summon other pegasi and 2) the ability to travel back and forth between his celestial realm.

The first ability would rarely if ever be used in game. The second would also be rarely used and I am quite willing to have it be a very limited ability. Say at most he could transport himself and one other medium creature (or even just himself) and only do so twice a week, each direction taking up one usage. (my main thought of when this ability might be used would be if she were forced to go somewhere Tora'an could not fit, or if he was severely wounded and she sent him away to heal)

Perhaps as well these abilities could grow though over time. Which brings up another matter. Although it is not an issue at present, obviously as we level, our mounts will have to somehow grow in power as well. For otherwise unless our future enemies are very unintelligent, the best and easiest way to take down a powerful knight on a flying mount would be to just simply take out the much weaker mount. Perhaps Aylaeth could take some sort of feat? I would like it to be something that also reflects the Bond they have with each other, and would allow some form of mental/emotional communication (mainly so she could summon him back when she needed him, or call to him if there were separated).

Perhaps some similar system could be put into place for Damian & Keythan.

Finally (phew! ; ) i wanted to address the issue of Aylaeth's Rank. I'm sure Damian will be choosing Min as his second, as he should. It makes sense to me though that, for Aylaeth, based on her backstory, growing up adopted daughter to Na-Selene herself and adopted sister to the greatest general in the land, not to mention her own not insignificant martial and arcane prowess, that Aylaeth would already have a rank in the Lesothan army. Since I don't think one can openly hold rank to two separate armies (can they??) this would make the possibility of Aylaeth being Damian's second moot anyway. So if any of this makes sense to you, I leave it up to you to decide what rank she might be. Actually, now that I speak about it, I have the feeling that we may have gone over something about her rank before...did we? I can't quite recall.

Anyway, sorry to lay all of this on ya at once, but it's just a few things that have been brewing in my noggin for a while and are all just spilling out now. ; )


Male DraRid 9 - HP 66/66 AC 23, T 14, Flat 19 - F+7 R+10 W+6 Init +4; Senses: Superior Low-Light Vision (X4), Darkvision 60ft; Per +14

Wow! Aylaeth Unleashed on Pay-Per-View in an Izmir near you! :D


Alain's father looks stunned, as if slapped, by Aylaeth's tirade. His grey eyes soften a bit, but the line of his jaw does not change. Alain blinks rapidly, clearly shocked, his jaw open.

After taking a moment to collect himself, the man speaks. It is obvious that he's been cut down a notch, but is also quite livid. He takes a few deep breaths. First he turns to his son and says clearly; "You remember this, Alain. You pay close attention. This is what women do; they do outbursts like this. Only the Inheritor is pure, and considerate, and good, and that is why we have Duty, and why she is the only woman who stays in the City, who stays with us."

He then turns to Aylaeth. "Alain's mother is dead."

He pauses. "Oh, but you didn't know that, did you? Of course not. Because you don't care about him. You just care about showing off and getting adoration from him. I know your type. All he is to you is a mirror for you to admire your own perceived greatness. And what terrible place do you come from where the first thing you assume of a man is that he beats his children? What kind of savages do you think we are, to speak such blasphemy? Such insult? This is the Shining City by our lady's shield, not Allemagh or the Frost Kingdom! Ye gods, woman!"

He pauses and takes another deep breath. When he speaks again, his voice is once again in its normal register. "You come here, swanning about with your pronouncements of Duty perfectly performed. What has Alain done for you, then, while he's been here? Eh? Fetch your food? Maybe a glass of wine? Some oats for your steed? Pfah. What is that. And you reward him for this! As if it were a great feat to bring a "Grand Lady" her supper or a snack, or deliver a message. He has much to learn, and he will not learn it by being over-rewarded for the performance of menial tasks that are rote basic for any page in the square. If people like you were in charge we'd already have lost to the Black Dragonflight, so soft would be our soldiers!"

The man stands back and shakes his head in disgust. "You have the companionship of a Celestial Steed, that is plain even to my old eyes, and you are armed, and clearly a warrior of the light, so there must be some good in you, but I swear by Ioemedae's sword I can't see it from where I stand. You land in a strange neighborhood in a city that is not yours and accuse the first man you meet there of child abuse, and this after you insult him, presume privileges that aren't yours, and then threaten him and attempt to demean him. Well, enjoy your visit. I for one greatly anticipate your departure, but this is a Free City, and as an honored guest you may go where you will, so I will not seek to prevent your passage. But I will remember this. And so will Alain, and his brothers, and every child around here who is listening from behind slightly-cracked doors."

He stands aside. "Go ahead then. Go on. Don't let this child-beating old ex-soldier's obvious 'cruel and callous disregard' ruin your Grand Tour. Have fun. Here. In our city that is under siege yet still has resources to spare for you so you can then spit on the citizens who go with less to make those resources available."


Aylaeth, I'll respond to your spoiler later, there's some good stuff in there, I just need a bit of time to digest it. But thank you for bringing it all up! We also still need to chat about Jorzan and Zan, I haven't forgotten that.


Male Silastrix Magus (Bladebound Kensai) 11 (HP 83/83 AC 30, T 23, Flat 11 - F+9 R+9 W+8 Init +12; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +13

Aylaeth:1
Alain's father: 0
Edit: Alain's father: -1


Male DraRid 9 - HP 66/66 AC 23, T 14, Flat 19 - F+7 R+10 W+6 Init +4; Senses: Superior Low-Light Vision (X4), Darkvision 60ft; Per +14

Hate to say it but that point spread is reversed.

Alains Father: 1
Aylaeth: 0

He has several points though as well, its not like we teach the Paiges anything worthwhile. Even Min hasn't taught anyone but Brook anything worthwhile, at least Brook is getting some combat lessons and taught how to wield the weapons he carries.

I will post later what Min left behind before they left Izmir, he had a lot of extra gear that was useless in our hands and may prove more fruitful for Izmir. After getting sick I completely spaced it. >.<; lol.

I am looking forward to how this ends =)


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Will respond to this in full later, but just wanted to make clear, in case it wasn't in the original post, that Aylaeth had most definitely waited until Alian was inside the house before she said ALL of that and that she most definitely would not have spoken like that to any parent, no matter the circumstance, in front of their child...unless absolutely necessary.

EDIT: Also, I thought I made it pretty clear that, while her actions may have been visible to anyone watching, her voice had been generally pitched for Alain's father's ears alone. Her desire was never to make a public spectacle, but to make it clear to him how she felt. I don't know if you want to re-write any of that considering but no worries if not. Oh, and don't worry, she's not done yet either. ; )

EDIT2: Oh, and while it's certainly not guarenteed, it seems to me that Alain might have been the one to first mention his mother not being alive when Ayleath asked (then almost ordered) him to go inside and visit her and pass on a message. And all of that was before she began speaking to Alain's father.


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))

Oh, and re the 'spead point'? Obviously I agree with Mai, but we'll see who has what good points after she gets her next say > ]


Female Sylph Magus (Staff Magus & Cabalist) / 9| HP 72/72 AC 23*or more*, T 14, Flat 18- F+9 R+8 W+9 Init +4; Senses: Darkvision 60ft; Per +9(+11))
DM Downrightamazed wrote:
Aylaeth, I'll respond to your spoiler later, there's some good stuff in there, I just need a bit of time to digest it. But thank you for bringing it all up! We also still need to chat about Jorzan and Zan, I haven't forgotten that.

Cool, and thanks. Whenever we have a chance to get to it is good by me bro


Aylaeth Brely'an wrote:
Will respond to this in full later, but just wanted to make clear, in case it wasn't in the original post, that Aylaeth had most definitely waited until Alian was inside the house before she said ALL of that and that she most definitely would not have spoken like that to any parent, no matter the circumstance, in front of their child...unless absolutely necessary.

That's fine, man, we can retcon that. His dad would have gotten in the comment about "pay attention, this is what women do yadda yadda..." and then let him go inside.

Aylaeth Brely'an wrote:
EDIT: Also, I thought I made it pretty clear that, while her actions may have been visible to anyone watching, her voice had been generally pitched for Alain's father's ears alone. Her desire was never to make a public spectacle, but to make it clear to him how she felt.

That's cool, I understand. But just so you understand; he IS making a public spectacle of it, and eventually the exact contents of the conversation will get out to everyone in the neighborhood. Unless you kill him, word will get out. And killing him is probably not a terrific idea.

Aylaeth Brely'an wrote:
it seems to me that Alain might have been the one to first mention his mother not being alive when Ayleath asked (then almost ordered) him to go inside and visit her and pass on a message. And all of that was before she began speaking to Alain's father.

Nah, he would have been way too embarrassed. That's one of the things he was trying to stammer out -- he suddenly realized what a horrible, horrible idea this was and was regretting asking you to do this, but it was too late. Also, this is one of those families where Dad's word is Law, and there are Things You Just Don't Talk About unless Dad says it's okay or brings it up, etc., and even then you still might not be allowed.


Aylaeth Brely'an wrote:
Oh, and re the 'spead point'? Obviously I agree with Mai, but we'll see who has what good points after she gets her next say > ]

Alain's dad is a grouchy guy, but a decent sort. Bit of a misogynist, unfortunately, but he does what he can on a soldier's pension. Not a "good guy" in the sense of like Sir Damian (and certain others of you, of course), but also far, far from being a bad guy. Probably like NG in alignment. Basically he was having a normal day and then this chick drops out of the sky with his son and all but accuses him of beating his kids. *shrug* I'd be a little aggravated, too. :-/


Min Bein'Meleth Rámalóce wrote:
He has several points though as well, its not like we teach the Paiges anything worthwhile. Even Min hasn't taught anyone but Brook anything worthwhile, at least Brook is getting some combat lessons and taught how to wield the weapons he carries.

Yup. However, in your guys' corner, and I think this is maybe part of the angle that Aylaeth is coming from, you Skyknights (and certain other guests, of course) are probably the only ones who really show real, out-of-the-blue kindness to these kids. Granted that doesn't help them become Great Warriors, but I'm sure they appreciate it tremendously.

Like with everything, it's not black-and-white, nawmean?


Male DraRid 9 - HP 66/66 AC 23, T 14, Flat 19 - F+7 R+10 W+6 Init +4; Senses: Superior Low-Light Vision (X4), Darkvision 60ft; Per +14

True that, I was just trying to see it from both sides a little but I know I would be a little ticked if someone landed and told me how to treat my kids. ^.^; Naw it'll be interesting the next time we return to Izmir, I was going to start changing up what Min was going to do anyway's but this argument beat me to the punch. xD

This homecoming has shaken Min more then he is allowing to show and from now on he's still gonna be the kind man he tries to be but he's going to take it a step further. ;-)

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