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Allarnon barrels forward, in bear form, towards the gate that was used for the drider at the time, as it seemed to be less used. He runs full force towards the gate hoping to catch anyone paying the slightest bit of attention of guard. As he reaches the gate he slams into the to open them as quickly as possible, while keeping his eyes peeled for any threats.
When Allarnon pushes, she looks back firmly at him, ”Do you want him back… no matter what? There are things I could do.” she smiles, showing too many teeth. Allarnon glower and mood shifts slightly to on more filled with hope. Still not thinking straight with it only being mere hours since Tarkir's death, Allarnon grasps at whatever fruitless branch he can get ahold of as he has had little time to completely work through his emotions and grief. "Of course I want him back. What can you do?"
Allarnon's jaw goes slack as he is caught off guard. "Bring back to life? Are you able to?"
Lief blanches, if that's possible for a drow. "Allarnon, temper your words. I'm not asking you to temper your anger. If you think you'll be able to kill Alicavniss where she stands, when we get back, you're admitting to your desire to join Tarkir in the next life. And, you're consigning us to the same fate. To act against the First Daughter, in any way, is to guarantee a grisly death, after a long torture." Lief looks to Ederin, unsure about the next set of events. Allarnon spins around. "When does this end? Any of this?" Allarnon holds his arms up around him. "She is having us run errands. Til what? Til we are all killed?" He says as he gets close to Lief. His eyes filled with sadness and grief. "Her killed will being a great blow to an entire drow house Lief. And I will feel a little better......" The muscular drows shoulders slump. "Let's just get the information and get back to the surface as quickly as possible."
Back at the room Allarnon barely notices the others tending to his wounds as he strokes Tarkir's blood soaked and singed fur. Hearing his name his mind snaps back to the present. "The lady.....yes...." Allarnons eyes gleam as he bares his teeth. "Let's go talk to the b@%@@. She did this to him. Sending us in there to get killed." He points his finger back at Tarkir. "She will share a spot with him when I am done with her." Allarnon stands and walks with a new purpose as he leaves the room towards the tower.
Allarnon looks up with pleading eyes. "He is coming with us. I won't leave him down here..... all alone....." Turning back into a bear Allarnon let's Kaylayne help position Tarkir across his back. He quietly follows. his mind only on one thing and one thing only, Tarkir. Allarnon doesn't remember the journey back at all as his mind is a blur. It races to all of the possibilities as reality has not completely hit him yet. Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 32/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 7/14) Tarkir
With the combat over Allarnon looks about the devastated room. thoroughly pleased with himself with the amount of drow brought down he smiles as he changes back into a grizzled drow. Moving over he kicks off some of the broken table and chairs that lie strewn all about. leaping he lands on Tarkir's side with a smile and a laugh. "Wakey! Wakey! Big fella." Tarkir's head falls limp in his hands and Allarnon's smile goes away. "Come on Tark! That drow poison ain't that strong...." His voice cracks as he looks to the others with a bit of worry in his eyes. He shakes the bear a lot harder this time. "WAKE UP TARK! WAKE UP!" realizing what has ultimately happened Allarnon's voice gives way to pain and suffering as tears well in his eyes. He slams a fist down on Tarkir's side as he begins to cry. His voice quavers into a whisper as he rests his head down into Tarkir's pile of fur. "Wake...up...wake....up....wake...up" With Tarkir lying there Allarnon quickly forgets about his own injuries. Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 32/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 7/14) Tarkir
Allarnon cringes as the lightning bolt jolts through his skin. He continues to twitch and smolder as his fur stands completely on end. Allarnon gives chase, knocking the table out of his way. "Where are they all coming from?"
Status:
Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 26/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 7/14) Tarkir
Tarkir's body shudders for a moment before his fur bursts into flames.
"Sorry but we can't do that. We have our orders. Need to finish this and return home!" Allarnon growls at the agile drow as he flips through the door. Allarnon can't see s+@% and begins to stumble into every chair in the room as the darkness fills the chamber. Bumping into one of the drow he swipes at it.
Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 58/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 7/14) Tarkir
Allarnon shrugs off the bolt stuck in his shoulder and continues to claw his way through the blue drow.
If the blue drow falls Allarnon takes off, leaping his way through the crowd towards Kaylayne and the owner of this fine establishment. Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 76/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 8/14) Tarkir
Watch out for that one Tark! Allarnon yells out as the drow across the table attempts to circle around. Tarkir rushes to the drow, nipping at its heels. Though Tarkir only manages to get a couple of steps in before the bear falls to the ground in an unconscious and snoring heap. Allarnon sighs and tries to finish the red drow in front of him. They are endless....like roaches.
Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 83/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 9/14) Tarkir
Tarkir continues to get wrecked.
Hearing but not seeing Lief Allarnon follows his commands and shifts his attention to the red drow as Tarkir fights for his life wile more drow swarm the smaller bear.
Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 95/95; Temp HP +4 Buffs: Rage 11/14) Tarkir
Allarnon smiles as he sees Lief move into a flanking position with him. The drow has no where left to go as he and Tarkir swipe their long deadly claws at the drow's throats. Seeing that Lief is now in position Allarnon leaps forward to try and push the drow back into his blade. "NOW!"
Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 95/95; Temp HP +4 Buffs: Rage 11/14) Tarkir
Allarnon and Tarkir press their attacks against the drow as the crowd quickly makes their way around them. With so many drow around it is difficult to tell which of the drow are guards and which aren't.
Allarnon's rage knows no bounds as he just wants to take as many of the vile drow down with him as possible.
Status: Allarnon-Bear Form AC Bear: (AC 24) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 21) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 95/95; Temp HP +20 Buffs: Rage 11/14) Tarkir
Allarnon quickly moves to the nearest drow, snapping his mangle toothed jaw at the green drow as he orders Tarkir to tackle the purple drow.
Once the table is cleared Allarnon pays his fee, though he was more interested in the drow asking a bear for money. He slowly chuckles as he joins Kaylayne at the table and continues to scout out the place. "Anyone figure out where this guy is?"
Allarnon smiles as he leaps onto the table and quickly turns into a bear. His fur stands on end as his anger takes hold. He doesn't even give the drow a chance as he pounces on their surprised forms. "If the daughter from House Vonnarc wishes to have your table she is going to have it!" He roars as loud as he can in the drow's face as he swipes massive claws at them. His large jaw clamps down on the larger drows head.
Seeing what he is doing Tarkir cuts off the drow as they attempts to draw their weapons or escape and blocks their path. The pair of bears do their best to eviscerate the drow as quickly and as messy as possible.
Though the smell doesn't particularly bother Allarnon so much it seems to take its toll on Tarkir quite badly. Within mere minutes of entering, right in the middle of the room, Tarkir begins to make very loud and audible gagging noises, almost like a cat chocking up a massive hairball. Tarkir's large body rocks back and forth as his throat rises and falls. "HUACCCH..... HUUUUAACH....... HUUUACHH" Walking over Allarnon gives the bear a rap on his back, causing whatever was upsetting Tarkir's stomach to finally let loose. Spittle, water, vomit and the last lizard meat that Tarkir ate all spills out onto the open floor. Not wanting to waste anything Tarkir quickly begins to lick and gobble it back up. Much to the horror of the drow customers trying to have a good time. Paying very little mind to it as Allarnon is used to it he pushes Tarkir along, leaving the majority of the mess on the floor. "Maybe someone upstairs will pay good money to have a bear yak up on them?" He says to Kaylayne as he follows her to the table.
"So how exactly are we going to do this without just killing everyone in the place. If we leave any drow witnesses then it could lead back to the House, starting a House war....." Allarnon begins to think. Though it does indeed hurt his little bear mind. "...Yes we could ignite a war between the Houses! That should slow down the amount of drow reaching the surface and keep them busy."
Allarnon prepares himself and Tarkir for entering the fine establishment.
Allarnon grows excited and nervous at the same time as he waits near the front of the group, in drow form, spear in hand. His mind wanders as he may yet see the surface again, and soon at that! The Underdark has turned his mind into more of a beast than he would like. He notices that his temper is beginning to get set off a bit more quickly these days. Perhaps the surface will fix that.
Allarnon doesn't have to be asked twice to leave. This drow priestess really set his nerves on edge. Once out of the tower his shoulder slump as if relieved. "Damn near pissed myself with that one!" "Alright. She gave us the sense that we don't have much time to get there. Passphrase, equipment. Tarkir? Do you think they allow bears?" "Does it matter if they don't at this point? We are going in to kill the man."
Allarnon feels relieved as the drow woman doesn't want to seem to fight but rather kill more drow for her. His chest rumbles. "Orvignato is as good as dead." Seems we get to openly fight the war down here. Allarnon is extremely eager to exit this building and get away from this woman. "Also it seems that someone has been watching over us with some sort of magic. Is there any way you can block us from that to be able to speak more freely. We don't need someone else watching us carrying out your assignment."
Allarnon's face contorts into the shape of half drow / half bear as his teeth elongate and the black hair on his head doubles in length. He growls loudly across the table as his anger begins to take hold. He wants the drow woman's head. He calms his voice to not sound as....as aggressive. So, if you know about us. Why do you not kill us on the spot? His head quickly turns back, hoping Tarkir is alright below and not made into one of the Drow's playthings.
Please don't mention vomiting. Allarnon looks to Kaylayne as he gulps down a mouthful of bile as he is extremely nervous. He wipes his hands on his pants underneath the table as he watches the game between the better speakers of their group. His mind races as he waits for her to get to the point on why she beckoned them here.
Allarnon looks on in horror. Please don't have me speak. She scares me. He sighs in relief as Dimitrio recounts their tale of killing the drow wizard and his dragon. his eyes move back and forth between the two as he watches for the evil she-drows reaction.
"Gitavwyn" Allarnon utters the elven word. His legs and arms flail about wildly as he floats off of Tarkir. Looking down he calls out to his friend. "Stay here! I'll be back!" Floating into the door he stares in awe at the sight of the portal and the fearsome drow woman. Without a further word he sits down in the chair and returns her stare. Momentarily Allarnon glances at Dimitrio. Is this the drow woman he is going to try and bed?
Allarnon gulps as they climb the railing-less stairs. Looking down he realizes how many steps they have actually climbed at this point. "Why would anyone want to live this high up?" Seeing the door block their path he pushes on the slightly to see if they open. "What is so special about us? Why have we been summoned here?"
Allarnon grabs his spear and hops on top of Tarkir. "Do you think we were caught yesterday?" He asks Kaylayne "And what is this tower?" Alrnon follows the Group close behind, watching the rear as he rides Tarkir with his head held high.
Allarnon walks about the Gentlemen's club to glean whatever information he possibly can that Lief or Dimitrio might have possibly missed. This place seemed a bit more relaxed, well as relaxed as one can get in drow society.
Though it seems that his short fused temper gets ahold of him rather quickly as he nearly botches the entire operation.
Allarnon looks at Dimitrio. "Maybe we will be better at asking around the city somewhere? Though I am still unsure how to go about it without getting us killed." Allarnon looks to Kaylayne and Lief for some suggestions on how he might be helpful. "Books didn't much fascinate me back home. I would much rather hear the stories being told."
"The second son will think twice if he does come at us. We could keep quiet and just let the two houses destroy each other in a house war. Allarnon suggests with a smile. He strides across the room, eager to be back and willing to do whatever it takes to finish these drow one at a time if necessary.
Allarnon grunts in frustration at the woman. "All of this..." He waves his spear about the carnage. "Over love?" He quickly storms off, his temper not letting go as he wants to outright kill Safan where she stands. He leaves to go dispose of the bodies with Dimitrio and tend to his wounds.
Status: Allarnon-Human Form AC Bear: (AC 22) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 18) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 93/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 13/14) Tarkir
Allarnon grunts in frustration as Safan ignores his threats. He turns his back and stomps away remounting his lizard and ready to move on to bringing her back to her house. Clasping his spear he keeps his eyes on the the drow mistress while Lief completes his work. He is becoming more and more like a drow each day.....
Allarnon slowly saunters back on his lizard. His face red with embarrassment as he he finally realized what was happening. But mainly glad that he was not ambushed as he ran off alone. Getting back just in time to hear Kaylayne talk about checking on Safan he quickly obliges. Stepping off the lizard Allarnon rushes at Safan at a quick pace. His form slowly changing to a mixture between man and bear. "I sure hope that you are alright so I can tear your limbs off myself!" He yells out in anger. "Did you have us set up to be ambushed and killed? Are you trying to betray Undamesta and destroy our house?" His face contorts into a long jagged snout as teeth glare inches from the drow's face. His hot breath blows across her face.
Allarnon continues to ride his lizard back to the house to report what is happening. A smile on his face as he believes he is doing what is right and what will mostly harm the drow nation as a whole. As he continues to ride the sounds and pleas of his companions become mere whispers in the distance.
Allarnon turns and begins to flee as fast as he can. He barely glances at Kaylayne as he passes. "Undamesta needs me Mistress. I'll be back" Tarkir looks confused as he continues to follow his last command and devour the drow he just dropped. Status: Allarnon-Human Form AC Bear: (AC 22) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 18) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 46/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 13/14) Tarkir
Allarnon and Tarkir take a beating as so many rapier's pierce their softer flesh. Tarkir's eyes begin to roll into his head.
Allarnon backs his lizard up a couple of feet and jabs his lizard at the red drow as he mutters to himself. "That b+*#* drow back there is going to have it next for putting us in danger." He mumbles as he glares back at Safan's last known area. Seeing she is not there he curses further. "Seems she has now abandoned us as well." He growls deep and low.
Barely staying away Tarkir bites and claws his way into the yellow drow.
Status: Allarnon-Human Form AC Bear: (AC 22) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 18) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 92/95; Temp HP +0 Buffs: Rage 13/14) Tarkir
Vonnarc guards or not. A drow is a dead drow and less to go through during their escape. Allarnon urges his lizard forward.
"Tarkir take the one on the left!"
Status: Allarnon-Human Form AC Bear: (AC 22) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 18) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 95/95 Buffs: Rage 13/14) Tarkir
The damned overgrown lizard took of far faster than Allarnon ever thought it would. His arms flailed all about as he grasped for anything to hold onto for dear life as the lizard went right up the wall. His heart begins to pound furiously as he realizes he does not like being upside down and this high up one bit.
Allarnon looks to Tarkir as he changes back into a drow once again and begins getting into the saddle. Strapping as many of the straps as he can figure out.
"Tarkir. Go back to our room. Shut the door and push everything heavy against it that you can. Let noone in, but us. Do you understand? I have magic enough for you to follow but it is not strong enough to last the entire duration." Allarnon growls throughout the cavern as he rubs the scales of the riding lizard to calm its nerves. Grabbing his cold iron longspear from his back Allarnon sets it in a small nook in the saddle to keep it handy. "I am ready"
So it seems even the drow draw the lines at some of the depravity that they do. Allarnon converts his form into the bear once again. "Toss her on my back and let's get her out of here quickly." Knowing that he is absolutely no good at sneaking about as a lumbering bear Allarnon tries to stay far enough behind everyone so as to not draw attention.
Allarnon volunteers to go out into the city with Ederin. He would indeed like to see more of the beautiful colors and sights. After a few days he definitely needed to stretch his legs a bit.
Though Tarkir and his more animalistic features seems to unnerve the people rather than do any help.
Lvl 10: HP: +9 Fort: +1 Will: +1 Skill Points: +5 (Perception; Knowledge Planes) +1 4th lvl spell (Dispel Magic)
Tarkir +1 Feat (Pwr Attack)
Allarnon stands in awe as he reads the scriptures. He looks down at Tarkir. "I'll have to make sure to tell this to Lief and Kaylayne." Shifting around he realizes he has been gone for many hours and his muscles are incredibly sore as he wasn't used to walking so far on hard stone but rather soft soil and grass. "We should head back and see if Kaylayne has anything new."
Allarnon heads out into the city to see the sights and speak with the locals as much as he can. He stops by a few shops to see what may be for sale down in the Underdark as Tarkir tags along as protection. Knowing that he will probably never visit this place again Allarnon takes his time and speaks with as many drow as he can about current events between the houses within the city and the war with the vile elves.
Allarnon sighs in relief as one of them wasn't berated or tortured for not following instructions down to the letter.
He pats Tarkir on the side. "You did good today. That lightning was a bit much and I didn't have anything left to protect you. Get some rest. We are going to need it." Rolling over he looks to Kaylayne. "What should we do on our day off Mistress?"
Allarnon removes his heavy paw from the downed drider. He grunts as he was hoping to possibly get an honest answer from the driders. A soft glow fills the chamber as Allarnon's fur illuminates. The driders wounds stop bleeding.
Perhaps they may have made temporary allies against the drow when the time came. Turning Allarnon makes his way back to Tarkir to make sure he is alright.
Allarnon growls deeply. The sound reverberates and echoes across the cavern as he awaits to hear what the driders response is. Walking over slowly he places a large paw on one of the downed driders chest to make his point. "Why did you run?"
Allarnon seems to be having a hard time finding contact with the drider as its spindly legs duck, dodge, dip, dive, and dodge his every blow. But yet he has to keep trying to eviscerate the orange drider.
Status: Allarnon-Human Form AC Bear: (AC 26) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] AC Human: (AC 19) [+5 Armor; +2 Dex; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage (+1 additional Dodge when raging)] HP: 86/86 Buffs: Rage 10/14; Resist Energy (Electricity) 70 minutes; Barkskin; Circle of Prot from Evil Tarkir
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