As the introductions were made Ryleh slipped away to go and check on her scrying equipment.
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"Well I have my share of interesting aswell." He says, smiling at her. "I know what it's like living on the streets. This guy Ryo sounds like a stand-up guy. Taking you in and teaching you control, might like to meet him." He says
"I'll take that as your answer, then. Such compassion you have for your fellow man," the Silver roars as he brings his other foreclaw together with the first...
"I seem to have struck a nerve, haven't I, little one?" The Silver calls out over the wind. "Surrender yourselves to me, and he might yet live to see another day. Keep fighting me..."
"Guess again, fool," the Silver replies as he launches himself from the fog, flying straight toward Ryo....then banking wide and grabbing Tamrin, gaining altitude at speed.
The Silver seems to walk/lope up onto the fog itself, getting out of reach of the flaming Ryos. Then, many of his wounds disappear. "Not good enough, whelp. Not good enough at all," he roars out to the Cardcaster. Glancing briefly skyward, his gaze catches Aananda's flawlessly, as if the fog were no bar to his senses. "And YOU...I have a feeling my new friend will be VERY anxious to meet you..."
The Silver pulls back into the icy fog. An instant later, the area around Ryo and Tam erupts with a blast of blinding multi-colored light.
The Silver finishes inhaling, and lets loose a blast of primeval cold and hoarfrost at the trio.
The first two fireballs dissipate as they wash over the Silver, but the third one gets purchase....and doesn't harm him in the least.
The bolt of magical force hits him in the shoulder. He looks surprised for a second, then inhales, calling out: "Once again, diplomacy fails!"
A sizable form becomes more distinct in the snowstorm, it's silhouette clearly draconic. The storm parts briefly, and you can see the Professor, once again wearing his true form. "Hmmm...so not children after all. Or just impertinent. You can either tell me," as he looks down at Aananda, "or this place will be your tomb," as his tail shatters a nearby upthrust of ice.
Reverting to his native form, Dantyreslithorn stretches his wings as he examines the portal. * It seems to have maintained itself quite well considering my time away from it, * he thinks to himself as he casts some spells over it. * And that means the magic is stable enough to make the portal at least semi-permanent. That should be much more efficient than having to siphon off energy to create it again. I wonder what.... * He just looks at the scene in front of him for a moment, then cracks a toothy grin. He looks around and finds a fragment of the rock formation and pulls it from the ground. "Very intersting indeed..." he says to nobody in particular as he steps forward and goes through the portal. As he does, there is a pulse in the very air around it, and after he passes through the aperture closes to just a narrow vertical slit in the air before dimming.
Many hours passed. As Chan's throne room was not specifically designed with draconic comfort in mind, Dantyres shifted forms...
A fleeting part of him felt like talking to Chan was wrong. He couldn't quite place it....but the feeling was gone before he could truly dwell upon it. He had saved him from torment, healed his wounds and fed him grandly. There would be no harm in answering the questions of his educated and curious host. "Of course. Are you familiar with the subset of arcane study known as chronomancy....?" as he proceeds to tell Chan how he managed to get to Agartha.
He barely heard the words as his wounds mircaculously healed and the pain vanished entirely. The mention of food, however, brought him back to the here and now. "That...sounds like a most agreeable idea. Thank you." He gets up and follows Chan back to the throne room.
Dantyreslithorn reached feebly for the bottle, his mighty claws trembling like a hatchling's. Finally he managed to grab it and swallow its contents.
"You will serve me." "...You will serve me..." Those final words echoed in Dantyreslithorn's mind as he lost consciousness, the pain (both physical and mental) too much to bear any more, total in their ruin of the once proud silver. He slipped into a realm of nightmare worse than any reality he had ever known. Then, words came out of the darkness. Was it a memory, or a call to respite at last?: "Dantyres. You are tired and wounded. Let me help you. You have but to give in. Release this foolish struggle. Serve me. And I will give you rest and healing. Serve me." It was so hard to focus on anything, even that voice. To do so was pain incarnate. But the promise in that voice, the chance to truly rest.... "Help.....me. he cried out weakly. "Pleeeaase. Make the....pain go away, the nightmares....stop..." He was afraid the disembodied voice couldn't hear him, that it would go away and leave him in this nightmare hell. He summoned the strength to finally call out: "I....will serve you!"
Dantyreslithorn roared in pain, the firey touch of the hellish troll searing his scales and burning down further, to soft tissue and even bone beneath. His will was strong, but he had lost so much blood during the battle with that damnable amethyst rogue that he was lightheaded and couldn't focus his mind against the overwhelming onslaught coming from the being in front of him. He could feel the anger, the unbridled fury driving through his mental walls like a battering ram, and one by one they were crumbling under the strain...
Yes, thank you. *quickly scans lozenge for poison before putting it in his mouth* Intimidating ones followers can be very hard on the vocal cords. :) You'll be happy to know that voice amplification technology has come a long way in 5,000 years. It would be a great asset to your megalomaniacal presentation - nothing says "I'm bad" like a 50,000 watt sound system with subwoofers that make the floor feel like there's an earthquake coming from your very voice. I'll just add that to the list, your despoticness... [scribble scribble]
Um...throat lozenge, your evilship? :)
And I do so enjoy new toys. And of course my loyal servant wishes to make me happy. ;) But of course ;) Can you send me a more detailed 'mission statement' of what Chan wants, so I know where to focus things? ^.^
Hmmmmm.....a dominated Silver.....interesting..... Interesting indeed, isn't it? It scares me how much we can think alike sometimes ;P A powerful silver, found wounded and vulnerable, so weak from blood loss and battle that his (or her) mind is ripe for 'reprogramming' by someone with considerable psionic skill. Someone like Chan.... >) Not only a valuable source of information on the world (and galaxy) outside Agartha, but also the perfect agent to send back to bring him new toys to play with... |