Aslan emerges from the silence, putting away her weapons in an annoyed huff. "Why don't we just leave then? Don't you have a mercenary unit to find?"
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Aslan moves around the room, seeking a place where sound would return...
Back, dealing with bears is annoying. But this time around my properties are going to be safer and a much better setup. Especially because a lot of my tenants have kids. :/ So yeah, bears and kids nope, no sir, not gonna let something bad happen. Money? feh, throws a truck at it. Get it done. Don't care, cost is pointless. DO it. Fast, now and safely. There's a reason most of my tenants have been with me 10+ years. Because I don't mess around when it comes to them. I will spend my money, not raise rent and get s~++ done. Period, Period, forever. Because at the end of the day/month/year(!) they pay the bills, they matter more then my bottom line, without them I'd be poor. SO yeah, money? Not a problem and it makes them all feel better. That's about how my month has been. Working with an engineer, wildlife expert, city coordinator, trained animal control specialists (to knock out and relocate bears) and all of the above to make things legit, legal, paid for and no one can complain later. Should be back on track for regular posting. SO, fingers crossed!
She wakes with a start, part of her arm transforming as all her pent up frustration transformed part of her. To which she stared in shock before it reverted back to normal. Which left her really peeved off. She looked at Horsie mouthing at her in a rather unkind manner before realizing she couldn't speak. Seeing them standing there she gave a soundless growl. What the HELL is going on now. She mouthed at them both wordlessly. She took stock and found their stupid silent elf man was nowhere to be seen. Better have a good reason or I'm gonna KILL him! She mouthed it with enough force to shake stone, yet... Still no sound. She draws her sword then, noiselessly. She didn't like being woke up early, nor did she like being deceived. He had much to answer for, by abandoning them here.
I am! Complainer!
Aslan kept to herself mostly, the Elven man irritated her to no end. She didn't know him and didn't care to. Her main source of entertainment Tidus was off the books so was old Horsie as well, for now. Being this much farther in Ioberia wasn't sitting well with her. She remains quiet and thinking of what they may encounter. She has lingering thoughts about the Silver Werewolf, confident in their ability to survive. She sleeps soundly at night, not overly bothered by not being woken up for watch and works on maintaining her gear in the interim.
She had reminded her new Silverwolf to run if needed, she was immensely irritated that she had to run from her mountain the moment she had gotten it back. Or so it seemed. Once she conveyed her wishes to her subordinate she finally climbed into the trap that her boat was and laid down, squaring her shoulders as the guards pushed her into that bloody current... She hated boats... With a passion... She'd rather get kicked by Rhavenna. Aslan rises out of the boat, glaring daggers at the large elf giant that so readily ignored them. "Well... They seem like a ball. Glad to see your alive Tidus and Rhavenna didn't sink. Same for me, I don't relish drowning in a tight space, or being bludgeon to death in their death trap of an escape route." She loks to the webs and smiles savagely. "Should I?"
Quit being scared, go big or shut the f%~! up is my moto. If you can get it, do it, get the f%@$ out of the oilfield you lug. They don't care a cent over you. So why hesitate to better yourself?
I also made a map of the New Candlemere Island. Its bad ass. Think battleship island and be afraid!
BACK again, so are you getting things together? I want to keep going. Got my Lizardking all setup :D
Re-dotting, bugger me Paizo disconnected my dots again. I still want to go on, if we have to gestalt that's fine. But I like what Ioberia should become, Corerue and I had a good discussion because he had been losing his way due to all the issues lately. Of which the offer still stands on helping you out. Just let me know ya weirdo and stop pussyfooting around. I really like the characters here, I think its fun to play somewhat the suicide squad characters in a way, the misfits no one else would want. I have a vague idea the route we may be going but that's up to our future actions. Corerue ultimately will decide the route he is going. Look forward to hearing from you guys.
You sure about this?
I think we should still start our own Kingmaker game. I will make a guy for it tonight. About time we made a solo campaign. What is the challenge Corerue?
Good Pets: As the Silverblood changed beneath her she too relaxed her guard, pulling away her massive hand and settling back down into her former position. "Not that that is settled, lets discuss how you will serve me." She wasn't about to give an inch on such a useful subordinate. Silverbloods were very rare and surprisingly meek for their kind. Perhaps it came from how they were born or because they were a rather isolated lot. Either way she wouldn't lack from attention, so long as she didn't betray her new leaders trust. "If you never lie to me, I'll never hurt you. If you do as I ask I will reward you. My title is one bestowed on me by cowards, from now on you will call me by my name. Aslan, not mountain lord, not liege, leader and especially not Outcast. While I am away it will be your duty to defend this mountain. If you fail at that I will be displeased." She doesn't let the thought of a threat sink in before adding. "If something occurs here you are to report it to me by any means you can. If any type of news that concerns my group comes across your snout you will send it to me post haste, not the next day, within the hour. Succeed and I will reward you greatly. Do you agree?" She left the question somewhat open ended as she hadn't gotten her name yet.
Unruly Tub Partners: ... slamming her fellow lycan into the pool with such ease and hearing it yelp in surprise or fear. Brought a savage smile to her face. "Such weak words... By Gorum, I have no interest in your precious Priory Silverblood. That is true." As they struggle she eventually snakes her leg between her opponents and slams her knee into her groin for good measure.
She tangles up her opponents hands"But this is my mountain again. If you wish to be here then submit and pay tribute. If you refuse then your choice's are simple: leave or die. Those are my terms." She stared down at the werewolf, pulling off her eye patch to reveal her partially formed bear eye.
Despite the blood leaking from her injuries she smiled, she'd smelled this wolf in heat since the beginning and played along until she had the chance to strike. With her large hands she gripped the werewolves hands and attempted to kick the lycan's feet out from under her.
Prior to Tidus's arrival she sneezed in the warm bath. Followed swiftly by a glare around the bathing area. Someone was talking ill of her, she had a strong suspicion about it.
The bathes - Anyone following Tidus can read this, Aslan is anything but quiet: Aslan was a giant among mice in the room, having to nearly duck down when she entered. When the decanter started to spray like a waterfall, she stepped into it and ran her hands through her blood filled hair. She had little regard for those assisting her, as she deserved the treatment by ensuring their lands were safe again. Especially now that they were back under her rightful control. The woman's probing questions along with her piercing stare vexed her greatly. She ignored her once she was cleaned off, instead stepping into the main bath and taking up a large amount of the bath near where the decanters water was actively showering down. Her body was a testament to a hard life well lived, chisled muscles and rock hard abs. Though she had little in the way of assests, she wasn't about being feminine anyway. She didn't even flinch when Tidus entered the baths, instead she puffed up her chest and waved openly to him. "A man with some courage, my opinion of you has improved. Though depending on your sword it may fall drastically once again. So come on in and join us!" When he wandered past she gave a seductive growl at his departure. Sitting in the bath with the woman, she had largely ignored up until now, she finally answers her. "Because they offended me, usurping these lands without properly killing for them is the act of the honorless. So they have paid for their stupidity. Besides, they were growing that pack of nuisance's. Eventually you wouldn't have been able to get supplies in because they would have overrun anyone coming near you long before. They only attacked us because I was there and perhaps because of horse-legs. " She took a large hand and splashed it over herself as she pointedly focused on cleaning the cracks in her muscles, bloodying the waters slightly as the water ran off the top of the tub regardless. [b][smaller]"Anything else?"[/b][/smaller]
Aslan was smirking alright, she was downright devious as she looked at Tidus with her one good eye. "Ha! Bad news for the wolves maybe, but don't mind me. I'll not interrupt you two."[b][smaller] Se points at Tidus, giving him a wink then. [b][smaller]"Remember what I told you when we first met, hope it keeps ya cozy all night." Aslan couldn't help but laugh as she was carted off by the quiet robed priest for the bathes. Where the hell that was. But she was in high spirits, very high. She hated worgs and ignorant wolves. She missed her kind, the ones able to think for themselves. Now there was a challenge both on and off the battlefield... She laughed more now at the look Tidus must have on his face.
Her time with her other companions and fellow officers was cut short when she spotted Julian stalking his way into the room. Without further word she excused herself politely and followed him back to where the Sword of Valor now resided. Seeing Kariel she kneels before the angel, humble yet again to be visited by one of the holy host. "Welcome back Kariel. How can we assist you? That is if you don't have some specific task for me to perform." She was genuinely interested in assisting the heavens as best she could.
Aslan bites back a snappy remark about not bloodying up the Priory. She responds coldly, though plays it off as being tired which she partially was. It wasn't easy killing wolves, fun but tiring."That's fine, my feet hurt anyway." She moves over to the disk and tests it first, making sure it wasn't going to spill her to the ground when she attempted to sit on it. Seeing it was solid she does as asked and lays down, a welcome relief to a long and seemingly endless night. "Where to driver?" She quipped at the robed woman, hoping to maybe ruffle her well pruned 'feathers'.
Happy Late holidays, was taking it easy with my hands and they feel much MUCH better now. got some of the bandages off yesterday, so nice to be able to flex my fingers. Also, Werebear's are tough as nails. The wolves didn't stand much a chance on their own. Being in her Hybrid form gives her great DR which makes them all but just tripping annoyances. The Worgs were markedly more difficult but Aslan had this in the bag. Since I made her with the lonely warrior, no allies build.
A few hours before morning Aslan returned to the Priory, though she dragged a great many corpses behind her and two large ones on her shoulders. She was covered in the blood of her enemies, she'd have left bloody print in her wake if not for the smear of blood from the two dozen wolves she had bundled together and was dragging behind her. When she reached the gates she looked up at the guardsmen, unamused and exhausted once more. Some of her hair had been torn out in the fight and her clothing was absolutely horrid now. Had she not been wearing armor she'd more then likely froze her breasts off as her shirt now constitute a mere flap across her chest. "Let me in." She emphasized her demand by lifting the two dozen wolves with one hand wrapped around the rope and dropping them unceremoniously before the gate, while still shouldering the now departed alpha and beta Worgs that had led the pack. As she stood there her cheek finally healed up, painfully cinching itself shut as she grinded her teeth in pain. The Worgs had harmed her far more then their underlings, but she was happy with the result.
"I'm not done with you two yet." She turns as she speaks, moving into the darkness, waving as she moved to follow the wolves.
Perception DC 8:
She wastrying to hide a smirk as she walked away, but the darkness failed to hid it from Rhavenna at least.... Tidus though, that was another story.
"Besides I won't be the one dying tonight..." With that she gives a final way and a soft light bursts from her hand.
She felt the exhaustion wash away and gave a guttural grunt before moving into a sprint. Her killing intent could melt snow, she was beyond angry and now that she was challenged she wasn't about to let any of them escape.
Later
"Fair enough, didn't expect... it." She bit back her tongue, knowing full well that provoking these goodie goodies would result in the doors being locked when she returned. She looks to Tidus then, slugging him hard in the shoulder. "Don't be rough on Rhavenna while I am away." She doesn't even pause as she smirks and looks at Rhavenna once more. "Don't try and stop me, don't offer to go with me. Sometimes you must walk alone, its our way, the Ioberian way."
Aslan stood at the broad doors, exhausted and raging with anger, the haughty paladins and their beloved keep made her sick. She knew of this Priory, now that she was standing before it, she had passed it many times in her travels. This had once been part of her domain, until she went mad and the Fallen snatched it up from under her. It was a reminder of what it was like to hole up and hide, instead of facing the infestation like she had for so many dark nights and lonely vigils. The pack leaders challenge made her guts twist, she wanted to tear that Worg's head off and shove it up its hind quarters for good measure. Rhavenna's cautionary word of advice made her smirk. Of course they didn't understand, they weren't from Ioberia, they were from the soft western lands of milk and honey. Aslan couldn't help but be like the mountain's she once ruled, hard and cold as she spoke. "I cannot ignore the challenge, for to ignore it means death either way. In the eyes of my celestial lord I cannot let this pass." She looks to the Elderly paladin then. "Will you allow me in if I return later this night? I can pay in furs or gold if you require compensation." She towered over this paladin and begging like this made her want to hit something.
She had moved but only to raise her sword in preparation. She spoke in a guttural language, growling angrily as she faced the oncoming larger wolf in her Mountain armor. Aslan hated running, especially from creatures she hated more.
Her blade shined with an almost murderous glow, the runes glowing red with the light of a torch as Aslan's eyes clouded over in utter rage.
"No, No I don't." Aslan wouldn't hesitate to answer truthfully. "But hiding it dishonors me and my ancestors, it would be like you hiding your lower half. The Lord of Iron looks past me for being so weak until now." She points at Rhavenna. "So if we are to go into battle, and somewhat soon, then there needs be no secrets between us. Nor grudges." She paces her words, speaking truthfully. "Since my defeat... I am unable to change. Stuck in this split form." She forms a fist, her large hand causing her armor to creak.
She bows at Aradacemorn's statement. "By my honor, you smelled me out." She arcs her lone eyebrow as he looks into the storm. "An excuse? How noble." Her sarcasm was blunt and stabbing. "So now you leave us and go to wallow in your drafty stone fort with your invisible friends. Real big plan there." She grunts before moving to look him dead in the eye. "Maybe after ya done laying in ya tears, you come and find us In Orlov." She smiles at him, broadly. "Gorum tells us, 'A blade left to rust, ill kept and forgotten, grows weaker. But a blade sharpened and tempered well by the forge, grows stronger. Ya want revenge, ya got to earn it through blood, sweat and tears. Until ya move past your weakness, ya will never beat that which ya hate." She thumps her chest then. "Ya can hate me if that gives you the will to trudge forward. Or are ya just a winged lizard?"
Sorry, don't like playing b~#*~y characters, so heres the
Aslan gave a shout, hands thrown up to the storm. "Finally some teeth!" She looks from Aradacemorn to Rhavenna, clearly pleased with their anger. "That's what we need. Don't cry for the dead, their suffering is over. Burn them, celebrate their life and move on." She looks to Aradacemorn then, gesturing between the two of them as she speaks. "Then get your revenge, I plan too, unless you have means to return the dead then move on." She brandishes her sword, stabbing it into the nearest frozen enemy corpse. Leaving it there as she approached Rhavenna arms wide. "I agreed to this because Faldirk asked me and I needed to know that you lot had Teeth. Now I do. Even some of my kind lie dead in there, too weak to escape these creatures." She turned back,recovering her sword and wiping the frozen blood off before sheathing it. "I'm callous because caring is what makes you vulnerable beyond these gates. Rare is it you find a person in that rotting carcass who won't stab ya when your back is turned. Though it depends on where you look." She looked over her shoulder then at Rhavenna, a smile crossing her lips. "Besides the last time I faced a Centaur, she killed me with a long lance... Though I wasn't myself at that moment. You remember don't 'Cha?" She pulls off the eye patch, revealing that she had both eyes in fact, however the other was not human. "You killed me then, well... Almost killed me. Still, it hurt. A lot. It was the first sane thought in my mind in days. Then ya friends hunted me down and here we are. Now, shall we catch up with the merc's or stand here?" She was annoyed now that she exposed her overly sensitive eye t the blinding glare. It made her woozy being half way inbetween like this. Unable to change either way was really pissing her off.
Aslan searched the Maw, unphased by the dead strewn about and the signs of a brutal battle. The butchered prisoners bring a low rumble of a growl from her throat. "F!%&ing animals... The horses aren't even this brutal." She draws her sword and stabs the first corpse that looks it was still in one piece among the enemy corpses. She smashed its ribs with a *crunch* as its bones broke. She stomped it a second time before beheading it with a single swing of her massive greatblade. "I hope you rot in hell... Ya stinking piece of s+~*." Seeing the Maw and the corpses around it had been stripped. She grunted as she cleaned the crystalized blood from the blade tip. She meets up with the others and looks at Aradacemorn suspiciously. "What's up with you? Just a bunch of beasts and mortals dying. Doesn't affect you does it?" Being as large as she was she wasn't afraid of offending anyone, especially now that she was in a foul mood.
Her hands were shaking, this was an unamusing feeling and was downright annoying now. She'd never felt this way before and even when she was in her element she couldn't stop shaking. "It's her fault. And now I can't even get my revenge and I am stuck like this. Damnit." In a fit of anger she drew her massive great blade and proceeded to level a pile of stones several yards from the doors. Venting her immense frustration on the rock pile while the blizzards fury drowned out the noise. It was several minutes before she walked back inside, sore and too tired to care about shaking muscles. Now she'd given them a reason to shake. Once inside she approached the now cognizant lizard, looking at him in open interest as she remarked. "I thought your kind preferred warmer places?"
Seeing Rhavenna watching them Aslan grumbled angrily at the prying Elder."Damned Grenalf's, never knew when to leave something be." With that she stormed off, ignoring his smirk as she headed outside to stand in the snow. Reveling in the feeling of the blizzard.
"Shut your gob Faldirk." Aslan was deadly serious, staring back at the one eyed elder, both of them being in similar situation's sight wise. "I'll tell her when she figures it out. Tell her a day earlier then that and you'll have trouble. Ya g~%!!%ns nurse maid." Seeing the dragon up and moving catches her eye and leaves her jaw hanging, especially since it was the first time she had seen a dragon. Though at the increased activity she grows a bit annoyed. "The hell did it do?"
"I can't wait to be out of this dank hole..." Aslan huffs angrily, sore from sleeping in her armor, something she didn't normally do. But their rushing to this tomb left her too tired to strip down. Besides that searching the entire place, [I[again[/I], had proven useless as well. "When can we leave Elder?"
Haha just got that pic to load Rhavenna, that's funny. XD I think I had some of that the last time I was in Germany for Octoberfest. Which sadly I am missing for the first time in like 10 years this year. *sigh* oh well, there is always next year. And maybe this time Corerue will loosen up and go with me. : Get tipsy at least once in your life man. NOt plastered, just tipsy. Like fingertip tingling like in LotR with Gimli and Legolas.
Final touches and she will be good to go. Though I will miss my griffon riding werebear archer :p (Good thing Herolab saves them for me haha) You still suck Corerue. You and your random encounter sheet.
Bluff:
The slight tremor that ran through her were hard to banish, she was near them and her body was responding like it should. She was trying hard to not literally quiver under Rhavenna's gaze. She pushed down her instincts at the mention that something still lurked within the fortress. After shaking Rhavenna's hand firmly. She turned and moved to equip her armor, which took sometime and once she had donned it anyone who could read sylvan could easily read the runes that covered the armor in a stylized yet purposeful way. Sylvan - Orod'aran:
Mountain Lord or Commonly known as Lord of the Mountain. As she worked to strap on her armor she looked between the others, including Rhavenna, nodding to the wounded centaur as she spoke. "I will check again." She was furious that her nose had let her down, how could anything avoid her detection... She straps the large blade on last once the armor was secure and begins heading out of the well lit room.
I am building a warpriest, thought it was suitable. >:3
Aslan smiles down at Tidus since she was as tall as the centaur was, like she was giant blooded or something. Aslan's blade sat unattended near where her and the Elder were previously sitting. The weapon was like what a giant would wield, a wicked looking greatsword that had glowing runes that appeared in series on the side of the blade. Despite the challenge she was Still holding her hand out to Rhavenna though she smiled dangerously at Tidus's challenge. More or less she was greatly amused. "Oh~? I'll ask when your pride isn't in question. False confidence isn't appealing to me." Her teasing was harsh but true, besides former slaves were fun to prod, so easily riled. Since they had no pride.
Aslan voiced her pleasure at the results before her. "Good." She was pleased with the horses ability to withstand such punishment, a good sign she had made the right decision. Though killing her had crossed her mind. Without a single shred of tact she purposefully smacks into Tidus with her shoulder. Having been itching for a fight since she had joined up with them. But the Human was too attached to the injured horse and the Elder would more then likely prevent her from having a moment of fun.
She doesn't even spare Tidus a glance as she inspected the injured horse and gives a nod of approval. "... Our waiting wasn't in vain. It appears Gorum forged you stronger then most." The last part was said with a mix of sarcasm and praise, much as her harsh teacher had used on her in the past. A trait she never lost over the years, especially as she had a new found disdain for harpies. "A pity you failed to kill the biter but I am sure you will get another chance." She steps back then giving Tidus a dark smile as she appraises him with her uncovered eye. Openly inviting the man to fight her before turning back towards Rhavenna and Tresi. However something caught her as off with the calm he so forcefully portrayed, so she left the bird alone. When the Stag entered the room she gave it a single glance. If I was hungry, your flanks would be dinner, Tyg. She looked back at Rhavenna with the same hungry look in her eye. "Because Iobaria has plenty of biters that need killing, both living and dead." She extends her weapon hand to Rhavenna then, a sign of respect. "Aslan von Kessel, clan Ulvass."
I am hoping it won't end up an issue but since this is the uncommon races party I thought I'd do something unique. I am glad you think it is interesting. :)
Rhavenna The woman steps forward, she seemed much larger and stockier up close. With one eye covered by an eye patch, much like The Elder. They had one green eye, wild black hair that rolled across their shoulders and pale skin. Like the color of snow and with features as hard as a freezing blizzard as she spoke. "The man and two of your allies are missing." The woman appears unphased by any words of protest from the Elder, affixing Rhavenna alone with her hardened stare. "We searched top to bottom and found nothing, no bodies, save for the biter that did this to you." The woman nods to a far off brazier that was burning brightly. Though a dark smoke rose from it as well. "While you were napping we took care of that one and other corpses. But I have to say, some one beat us to'em, ripped their spine out and crushed their skull. An Excessive but effective way, that dead one won't rise again. Also, your commander. Crow or whatever, is on the move. Heading towards the Maw of Karth and three days ahead of us now." She looks to the Elder then and gives him a angry grunt. "She isn't a foal, so speak and be done with. If I knew you were this soft I'd have carried on to Iobaria, alone."
Hello all, you've seen me before and I will be taking Wallace's place. Looking forward to gaming with you!
S#!~ happens. About all you can say there. But at least one of your players seems to still be around in Rednal's game. Maybe they'd be game in bringing their Centaur over?
NP's here, just post when you can man! |