Alistair smiles Climb, climb, climb the tree, climb the tree so good..
this feels a bit convienant, keep your eyes open.
The elf began as he moved closer to the tree to climb up it.
Alistair:
Bonifacious:
Anchard:
Zhoren:
Not too long after Cerian starts climbing the tree everyone on the ground begins to feel as if the party is being watched. some slight and subtle movements in the nearby trees makes the hairs on the back of your necks stand up...
There are bodies up here, three of them, Human.
He called down to the others, quietly, but loud enough they could hear him.
Anchard casually draws his crossbow and loads it. "At the first sign of trouble call it out. My bad feeling just got worse."
Alistair takes Anchard lead and draws his shortbow.
A deep and growling voice bellows out from behind the cover of trees...
"kii re wux tenpiswo?"
it is hard for you to pinpoint the location of origin...
Why are you here?
The people of the nearby city are sick, they need some of this moss for a cure, we are merely here to collect some of it and return. Are you the protectors of this magnificent tree and woodlands?
He began looking for the source of the voice from his position in the trees.
"wux re invrada sia okarthel....si troth nomenoi grovisvi de shio jiil uraci...shio jiil uraci tuor wer diieson youwe, throdenilt grovisv ekess valignat"
You are invading my home....i protect these woods from all two feets...all two feets want the same thing, more wood to burn
The group sees a figure moving through the woods back and forth as if looking for a weakness in the party... it has not attacked yet as if deciding if you all are friend or foe...
yth re ti confnir ihk wer grovisvi, persvek ywrats si ashne dout harkaj svern wer xiekivi di nomeno thaczil despoiling wer caesin. sjek si majak wux sia lex ekess edarok vi dozen di nomenoi jennu skjalli de seeds throughout wer thaczil geou wux origato udoka clax svabol moss yth rigluin vur gethrisj?
We are not coming for the wood, in fact I share your anger over the people of this land despoiling the forest. If I give you my word to plant a dozen of these great trees from seeds throughout the land will you let us take what moss we need and go?
Alistair nods along with the conversation pretending like he understands before chiming? We take-eth some moss...eth?
"confn vhira de wer jennu skjall lest wux sulta svern hefoc nomenes despoilers... vi lessen ekess lyriki....then yth nomag ukris...i tir ti barge sari dout waphir waereic....'
"I hope Cerian is discussing the terms for their absolute surrender."
kruth si geou lamot spical vhira ekess discuss terms di queasvorwlir wer moss yth rigluin.
The creature wants to talk but is offended I am in his tree.
He began to the others beginning the slow climb back down carefully, not wanting to fall.
"svanoa bevi jaci... si mi ti majakir svern! si tiliw svent wux shio persvek sia vdri...tell jacion ekess nakta japachi!"
Your friend is rude! I do not like his voice...I could kill you all in my sleep! Tell him to keep quiet!
Cerian carefully climbs down and when he does the creature honors its word and emerges from the foliage. Yellow eyes briefly flicker from a hole in a nearby maple tree. Suddenly, a large reptile leaps out, as green as the surrounding foliage and at least six feet in length. It has a dragon’s head filled with sharp teeth, and two arms ending in grasping claws. A cloud of greenish vapor wafts from its gaping maw.
mobi re grovisv sventari nearby...they vorq hefoc wer sthyr mrith wer jeik...they tepoha vi camp citrel wer setting siksta...remove astahi de sia caesin vur wux shilta clax wer moss wux rigluin
There are wood killers nearby...they look like the man with the hat...they have a camp towards the setting sun...remove them from my forest and you can take the moss you need.
Tatzlwyrms are thought to be primeval relatives of true dragons, having branched off the line millennia ago and evolved in a way that sets them notably apart. Undersized compared to their larger cousins, tatzlwyrms are nonetheless ferocious in their own right. And while tatzlwyrms are hardly impressive specimens when put beside their notorious relatives, most other reptiles can't compare to them mentally.
Anchard politely allows Cerian to finish talking to the dragon headed creature before...
Oh boy...
He began looking to the others before glancing at the dragon thing. With a deep breath he addressed them.
Our scaley friend here would like us to deal with "wood killers" that are camped torwards the setting sun. He wants them removed from his forest and he will give us the moss.... Oh and Friend Alistair, the sound of your voice hurts his ears evidently.
He said with a slight shrug. He didnt necessarily want to fight this creature, but he wasnt sure those at the camp would be thrilled to leave either. He hoped the others had any ideas... perhaps the could bribe them to leave for a few days, long enough for them to get the moss and go.
sjek wux geou yugon udoka ihk vi klewar while yth discuss svanoa ekess jehli wer grovisv sventari.
My voice, I will have you know is a highly sought after gift to the world, a triumph of the tenor voice range. Alistair looks quite upset. He steps back to Anchard and whispers quietly with a big smile on his face.
Anchard, what say you we just kill this thing and take the moss. I don't want any trouble with actual people and this thing's clearly a giant pain in the ass
Anchard nods in acknowledgement to Alistair, "I didn't just want to presume anything, but yeah, I'm with you on this."
Alistair nods to Anchard and begins to do....a little dance.
[inspire courage +1 for surprise round]
"tir wux iaco? ekess sia kult?" the dragon-kin asks Cerian..
"Cerian, tell him we're not buying whatever he is selling. We came for the moss, we aren't leaving without it."
He frowned and shrugged looking back to the dragon-kin he said.
wer ir svaust filki renthisja reminded ve yth re shafaer vi timeframe, si geou gladly return ekess renthisj mrith nomenes grovisv sventari shar yth zklaen tepoha wer moss jaka ihk wer jimva.
"yagpa! pink moliki agantal wharac!"
"Liar! pink skins always lie!"
Alistair:
Bonifacious:
Cerian:
Anchard:
Zhoren:
Tatzlwyrm:
The wyrmkin suddenly becomes hostile and moves towards the group in a threatening manner...Cerian is the first to notice the shift in demeanor and is prepared to act while Anchard seems quite distracted...
Combat
Cerian, Alistair, Bonificious, Zhoren
Wyrm
Anchard
Lookout!
He called while sliding to the side and slightly behind Zhoren drawing his bow and an arrow loosing it between the path he just took back away from it torwards the wyrmkin.
"OY, I thought you parlay?"
No negotiating with Dragons Boney. Theyre a greeedy bunch
Alistair begins dancing as he draws his sword.
Anchard let's loose a bolt but his aim is about as good as anyone that's never fired one before.
Cerian lets loose an arrow a second faster than Anchard and hits the creature in the chest which cause the creature to wince in pain and stumble as Anchards bolt flies off and misses the foe.
Bonificious and Zhoren are up
"Hanseatic, guide my hand."
Bonifacius moves forward and brings down his axe, activating his judgement of precision.
Even with his divine judgement Bonificious misses the target.
Zhoren
Wyrm
Anchard
Zhoren attacks
Zhoren moves to attack and just narrowly misses the wyrmkin
the creature reels back to attack Bonificious
... for a miss...
Anchard, Cerian, Alistair, Bonificious, Zhoren
Wyrm
Alistair moves with his mace in hand and takes a stab at the wyrm This is where greed lands you drake-kyn
He drew another arrow and readied it, drawing back and almost kneeling taking a bead on the creature. He ...didnt have a lot of practice at firing into a crowded combat so he took one final deep breath and held it...then loosed the arrow.
Cerian misses with his well aimed shot deciding to not strike the center mass of the dragon-kin and aimed for an extremity but he missed...
Alistair closes with the foe and misses with his rapier stab attack.
Zhoren moves closer to try and flank with a 5' step and attacks
Zhoren moves and attacks but misses the beast.
Anchard, Cerian, Alistair, Bonificious, Zhoren
Wyrm
Swinging his axe again Bonifacius hopes for some better results.
Bonificious lands a well placed shot on the creature and the creature reels in pain bellowing out
directing that outburst at Bonificious...
I will flay your skin off!
The wyrm-kin strikes out at Bonificious after the dwarf gave the veast a solid shot..
... and lands a solid shot on the dwarf...