Hvar er sá sem láta það laust. Hvernig gátu útlendingar komast í málmsteypu? someone shouts in Dwarven from the street as over the low buildings of the compound comes a towering, raging figure seemingly made of fire screaming in pain. As it swings its limbs, droplets of molten metal fly off, embedding themselves in the ground and buildings.
Krathok merely regards the monstrosity with a slack-jawed amazement and confusion.
Seeing the thing just barely with his poor viewing spot, Kjolmar gets up and moves to the window, looking around Krathok to whatever the thing is that moves beyond. His mouth hangs open, and his eyes blaze with both amazement and fear.
Kjolmar calls out to the nearest priest in Dwarven, "Oy! Hvað er að gerast? Þarftu aðstoð?"
Quodak will move to the one without scowls, and start speaking to him.
The priests look like they are going to respond to Kjolmar for a moment before they remember that there are non-Dwarves present. The one priest who seems most accepting of your presence does not seem to understand Quodak, but his incipient reply to Kjolmar is silenced by a jab from one of his far more dour brethren.
The Dwarves attempt to herd you back into the room you had occupied. Inni. Þetta er bara slys. Þú ert á engan hættu. Their protestations are belied by the fact that drops of dull molten metal are beginning to splatter across the courtyard from the creature's panicked flailing, sending most of the priests scattering, trying to shove you back into the room and get inside as well.
Sense Motive:
Krathok growls... he does not like the fact they are being herded. He puts his hands before him and bares teeth in an attempt to act contrary to the pushing...
Intimidate:
...if the priest's persist Krathok pushes out with his mind attempting to quell the drive against him.
Kjolmar, wondering what in the blazes is going on, pushes back against the priests.
Kjolmar simultaneously shouts through the collective, "Try an' connect with the thing's mind! It's not attacking, it's defending itself, an' it looks like these ones are hurtin' it. I wanna know what's goin' on here."
Sense Motive
Having the dwarven translated through the mindlink Orion does not seem to notice anythign amiss and allows himself to be hereded back into the room.
Moredrel has been watching through the window, trying to identify the creature.
Do the windows open? Are they big enough to fit through?
Kjolmar struggles against the priests trying to rush into the room, but their collective mass carries him into the room, as they are trying to escape the rain of molten metal from the skies. Krathok snarls and forces one of the priests to the ground with the weight of his will. As the Dwarven man goes down, he is struck by a large droplet of metal and screams in pain.
Quodak will manifest his mind bolt, and try to force his way out.
Bull Rush:
::Well, what are we going to do?::
::It's a fire elemental, but something's been done to it. The metal isn't right. Whoever summoned it up must have been experimenting. I'm not sure why it's acting like this. It should be almost mindless.
We should probably help stop it before it does anymore damage, but the dwarves don't seem to want us to. ::
Moredrel will continue to watch for now.
::It's a fire elemental, but something's been done to it. The metal isn't right. Whoever summoned it up must have been experimenting. I'm not sure why it's acting like this. It should be almost mindless.
We should probably help stop it before it does anymore damage, but the dwarves don't seem to want us to. ::Moredrel will continue to watch for now.
"So you think we should break past the dwarves and kill it?" Orion asks, obviously looking for clarification.
Reflex:
Seeing the dwarf struck by the metal, Krathok reaches forward to try and haul him out of the way - though remains outside himself.
:: I don't know. Something strange is going on here. I would like to learn what they're doing. We need the dwarves aid, so if they don't want us to help, it might be best to stay out of it ::
:: Kjolmar, I know these aren't your clan, but you know more of them than we do. What do you think? ::
How far from the windows we're looking from is the creature?
I'm thinkin' they are hurtin' the thing, an' their actin' suspicious. I don' like this one bit, but I'm not sure we should do anythin' just yet. Stay alert, mates.
Krathok moves further out of the building and reaches out to touch the strange figures mind.... though unable to make contact.
It is mindless... but tainted somehow. As though a flame choked with sand
The Dwarves collectively are still having some trouble subduing the creature, although the rain of molten metal seems to be lessening with time. Krathok shoves the burned priest into the room and remains outside as everyone else is swept back inside by the stampede.
Now, casualties are beginning to be carried back into the temple, to the room that you are in. Dwarves with burns of varying severity from both the fires of the creature itself and the
:: They are hurting it, but I think it's just a conjured thing that they've lost control of. They do seem to want to keep us from finding out what's going on though. ::
Kjolmar adds to it. Looks like they think it was us wha' caused all tha'. Bloody morons.
He then steps up to the threatening priests and growls in their face, "Sjáðu, við höfum verið að sitja í þeirri herbergi þetta allan tímann. Hvernig á níu Hells finnst þér að við gerðum eitthvað?"
Kjolmar is tired of these Dwarves, who keep the group in the dark but accuse them of doing things when the group has no idea what it apparently did.
Krathok does not move to cast off the remaining bits of burning metal on his form. Instead he focuses his mind and the dwarves see the burns begin to heal. His eyes stay to the potential suffering both endured and caused by the rampaging elemental.
The priests, who at this point are mostly moving to tend to the wounded being carried in. Several of the older ones are casting more powerful spells directly at the rampaging elemental. At Kjolmar's outburst, some of them look at him confused and reply, forgetting in the heat of the moment that there are non-Dwarves in the room. Ekki þú, auðvitað, bróðir. Einn af útlendingum frá mér hlýtur að hafa fengið í bænum.
perception
Krathok does not move to cast off the remaining bits of burning metal on his form. Instead he focuses his mind and the dwarves see the burns begin to heal. His eyes stay to the potential suffering both endured and caused by the rampaging elemental.
Orion grabs the man and bodily slams him against a wall (dramatic damage only)
CMB
as he does so Orion says "What are you doing?!?"
:: Kjolmar, if you would translate for our hosts. ::
"Wie ben jij? Waarom wilde je om jezelf te vermommen?"
Orion lunges across the room and grabs the Dwarf he spotted casting in the corner and slams him against the wall but not quite fast enough to stop the spell from being completed, holding the stocky Dwarf's feet off the ground, any pretense of concealing his draconic features gone at this point.
The Dwarves in the room who had forgotten the presence of foreigners for the most part now are suddenly reminded and shout in alarm, seeing Orion's draconic horns and wings and hearing his angry shout in Draconic. Dreki! Dreki í forfeðranna sal inn The skemmdarverka er truflun!
Moredrel was by the window, but when he saw the casting, and saw Orion start to move he would have been moving away from it towards them.
Into the collective:
:: We can't fight them all. Try not to resist.
Kjolmar! Tell them we'll surrender, if they'll hold that one. Tell them he's disguised by magic. ::
Moredrel stops moving, raising his hands slowly, holding them open and being careful not to do anything that could be misconstrued as a casting gesture.
Quodak turns from the window once the commotion begins.
Initiative
Realizing what the dwarf was doing after the fact, Orion drops him lightly, steps back, and tries not to look intimidating.
Quodak raises his hands, clasping them together, trying to look as inconspicuous as Moredrel. He does not, however, relinquish his "grip" on his mind bolt. A slight heat haze remains around his hands.
Kjolmar, on hearing what Moredrel relays through the collective, spins around to see the situation in the room. He shouts to the priests, "Ið viljum ekki að berjast, heyra okkur út! Vinur okkar kom að einn greiða álög. Hann er ekki einn af þér, hann er með galdur dularklæðunum á. Orion er ekki þræll drekanum guðum, á feðrum mínum."
As he says this, Kjolmar raises his hands, keeping them well away from his weapons as he bellows to the priests. He motions to Orion with his last sentence.
Before Kjolmar can reassure then in their native tongue, the three Dwarves closest to Orion, including his target jump on the man, holding him firmly. Others roughly grab Quodak and Moredrel. After Kjolmar shouts his explanation of sorts, the Dwarves look at each other and then at the alleged impostor, although they are distracted from untangling the situation by the fact that wounded are still being brought into the temple from the fight outside. They do not, however, make any other offensive moves, which all things considered is a good sign.
Krathok concentrates again washing the last of his burns away. He keeps his eyes on the elemental outside.
Quodak stays in place, knowing he's in a somewhat precarious position.
::Well? What's going on, Kjolmar? Are they going to do anything, or not?::
::Hard to tell. I think they'll hear us out, at the least.::
Kjolmar keeps his hands raised and his posture defensive as he says, "Sjá, einhver að gera galdur dylja hans fara burt svo við getum séð úlfur sem er að fela sig í sauðargæru, ha?"
:: It shouldn't last more than a few minutes anyway, unless he's very powerful.::
:: Is there any way for them to realize it's a disguise before it runs out? Like if they touch him, or talk to him, or anything?::
Quodak refrains from moving.
:: It's not an illusion, so most of that won't work. Detect magic will show he's under a spell and even the school. That would help. Detect evil might be interesting. ::