Dargon glances at Rendylynn. And snorts. nothing. I didn't worship him then. In the future...know that ive been measured and found in earnest service. You've watched my.actions...is there any doubt where my allegiance lies?
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Dargon avoided the shock this time. As the group got into the rythym and figured out the puzzle he readied his disguise as one of the guards at the jail before he was sentenced. Deneb Lomax. [B]A tattoo or birthmark for recognition among each other would work Rendylyn. He put the tattoo on his upper arm inside the sleeve. of a simple trident encircled by 6 stars..
Dargon nearly jumped out of his skin when the floor provided a shock...but he avoided most of it.
Dargon moves to try and slow the crawl of time in the pillar.
Dargon then moved to the Pillar and considered it. before I undertake this. A little help with some divine guidance might be in order. Failure may just speed it up...so are you sure you want me to undertake this
pacing Dargon thought...I shouldve studied history more. He stops and looks at the others. Do any of you know of the history of Talingarde enough to make guesses as to these things?
Sigil: Gentle waves[B] caress a silent cove, [B]shadows gather where no watchfires burn.
27. Along the southern coast, gentle waves in an unprotected harbor. Dark clouds approach from the sea. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Sigil: A twisting form coils near a fractured crown, its tongue a fleeting flicker in the dim light.
10. A castle near the center of the map shows a serpent coiled around a throne. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sigil: A black pillar rises, roots spreading outward with relentless purpose, burying shattered idols below.
18. A central tile, showing an open field dominated by a black monolith and scattered broken religious icons at its base. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Sigil: A spiral of smoke coils above a shattered wheel, edges scorched and fading into shadow.
11. Toward the bottom edge, a staircase spirals endlessly downward, with each step labeled in a forgotten tongue. 12. In the far northeast, a flock of ravens circles a gallows tree that bears no noose, but bleeds from every branch. 14. Near the center, a crossroads marked with seven signposts all point inward toward a single black stone. Unsure on this one...ideas --------------------------------------------------------------------- Sigil: A knife stabbed into a split crest, set above a winding path that leads into wilderness.
8. A remote western wilderness tile with a stylized red blade etched into stone among tall trees. --------------------------------------------------------------- Sigil: Dark peaks rise through curling smoke beneath a rigid, metallic expanse, with a pair of bloodied quills crossed at their base.
17. Upper central area — a crumbling library burns eternally, yet no smoke rises, and the books do not burn to ash. Quills-Library...pact?...books do not burn?? ---------------------------------------------------------- Sigil: Whirling ash swirls around fading silhouettes, their forms dissolving into a shadowed, consuming heat.
21. A city shown with fire consuming buildings and faint silhouettes of people fleeing.
Dargon stands considering as the others start reading inscriptions and looking at the map. he mutters One Path. One Throne. One Destiny.
then says We have to find the hole for each flag...in order. through the history of Talingarde's worship of Asmodeus. If we get it wrong the chain will lose another link and drop another weight. eventually we will be lost. So focus on the first Then he looked at the mechanism to consider what Rendylyn said
Dargon moves to the torture table and looks to see if he can manage the controls to flatten the wrack, and loosen the boys stretched limbs. He quickly changes to one of his practiced disguises. A Mitran guard hed been captured by. 'Deneb Lomax'. it wasnt quick for him to figure out. so he slowly and metodically worked at it. ...
Dargon enters the room looking around, all but ignoring the boy.
Dargon states flatly so you think it means for all of us to attack them 1 at a time. On it he faces the doll with the black make up and swings his mace from across from Vormog
Holding his position, Dargon attacks again
Dargon considered how he could be the most help to the party and he attempted to jump over the doll with the black makeup on its face and roll coming to his feet Light Mace out and smashing into the doll with the blue makeup on its face, and struck a glancing blow to it.
As always Dargon is quiet he hears Rendylyn telling him what the script meant and looks at them trying to decipher them. In time he'd learn the language, for now he just tried to memorize phrases
When he stands before the doorway, his turn in the telling...he remarks. truth and lie. What are they but action and motive?! I longed for acceptance. I killed to get it. I told all i didnt care, but I secretly did. Lord you know my heart. I'd kill to be accepted by you now. That is truth
With only the two of them Dargon and Posh not on the dias, Dargon heads across the chains, carefully traversing them and quickly so as to avoid serious burn damage. He gets to the top and looks at Posh and tries to advise him how to traverse it. [ooc]takes 1 point of burn damage.[/ooc
Should be +8 1d20+6 perception +1 trapfinding (1/2 point per level rounded down) +1 guidance
let me check the two hidden doors He moves to the north one first and looks it over.he shakes head. I can't tell on this one.
Then walks around to the South hidden door. This one....
look at that. See, that lantern was key to having you get over confident about this center of the room. 'Self deception' and all that. He takes a piece of chalk out of the kit and marks the edges of the trap on the floor saying [b]stay off this area[/] Then he moves to the far door and looks it over. Im not sure if this one is trapped or not. But I'd think not to use it, just because of the clues.
Dargon nods to Posh, and then looks at Rayse and says, Have tools, will travel and moves forward. He had everything he owned with him. No need for disguises or fancy dress. He steps into the room and looks at the lantern suspended on the ceiling and thinks about the clue written on the door frame. he pulls his rapier and pauses to examine the center of the room flooring for any mechanism.
hahaha Left Hand Path it is.
indeed, Glory to Asmodeus and all his servants
When the brothers had started baiting him, Dargon smiled, with eyes as cold as the wind blowing across the moors, He just nodded thinking You will come to pay for those jests He stayed quiet through the rest of the dinner. and just waited for the time to go rest.
Dargon had spent long hours studying the limitations of the circlet. He had created several 'pat' fake identities now. Working on differences in speech patterns, subtleties of movement, different names. He would make the most use of this item. When Rendylyn had found the other group, he expressed the reality of his thoughts. It is quite likely he has many groups. Each performing a different set of tasks to accomplish our desired goal. I do agree, there is competition here. He cannot elevate all to the same level once its all accomplished. So we may have to best them at some point. At dinner he came in wearing a Black Silk shirt, a cape with a gold chain slung halfway across his back. The cape had red trim along the edges. His s@$% was open partially on his chest allowing the silver medallion to be seen. His black leather pants were tight on his slight frame, with knee high black boots. He sat at the far end away from the head of the table on his teams side and sipped the wine he was poured. He did not eat heartily, but rather slow and methodically. He stayed quiet most the time just watching and learning what he could about the other team...He surmised Elise was a Wizard or Witch. Dostan some Fighter type. or Black Ranger perhaps. Trik a Priest? and Trak well he was Dargons opposite. He smiled tightly at the group...and then Elise asked the big question. Power Faith or to see it all burn... He smiled None of the above. I serve only Asmodeus and through his will Cardinal Thorn, In however form that takes. I dont serve the desire for Power. Because Power ...true Power cannot be measured or seen. I dont serve blind Faith because To achieve goals eyes have to be wide open to all the nuance that service to The Dark Lord needs. I dont serve just to see it burn, because if we burn it ALL down, it will be harder to build back up. Rather judicious burning when needed ...like the pruning of a tree. No I serve myself in ways that will bring Glory to Asmodeus and Cardinal Thorn and my Allies, and dare I say...friends here. He then looked at Elise and said. To new allies...his voice rising forming the toast into a bit of a question Before taking a drink.
Dargon takes the circlet and medallion putting both on, then asks Tiadora. The Circlet I understand, but what does this Amulet do? He changes his look several times and practices going back and forth quickly. Useful He says.
Dargon took some time to go through the armory. He left with only 2 items he didnt have yet. 1 light mace, in case he needed something more 'stout' than his rapier and a very nicely crafted suit of studded leather armor.
Dargon dresses similarly every day. He is very predictable. Black silk shirt, Black linen pants, Belt, boots, the belt has a rapier, a dagger a belt pouch and a toolkit. He comes down to the dining room, pours a cup of tea and takes some bread and cheese. Hed slept better than he had in ages. When asked to share things about his past. He smiled at Vormog. Sure. why not. I was the only son born to Cristoph and Celia a'Laek. I have three older sisters. Lara, Dolores, and Gracie. all are perfect Mitrans, all are blessed with grace, Wit, looks. They are perfect. All exemplifying the goodness of Mitra. My Father is a landed noble...which is to say he owns land and has a large ranch. Not rich by any means. But well enough to do that we lacked for nothing. It really was the perfect life for them until I was born. taking a sip of tea he continued. I am considered unruly by them. Bored with their perfection. my mind is eager to learn all there is in life. as you can see, I am far from perfection and not a good-looking man. I am of slight frame and thin face with stringy hair. my musculuture is wiry instead of sound. I fumble with words where the rest are well spoken. My sisters always made fun of me. They said it was out of love. Laugh. I didn't believe it a bit. Their jokes cut me . Id catch my mother's pitying glance all the time. I didn't want her sympathy. I wanted to be better. I took to sneaking out to run the streets after dark, but that usually found me beat up by the toughs in town. Many times my mother would clean my wounds and apply ointment to bruises I got cause I was a failure. Father always looked at me like I lacked in the manly arts. The Lake's as they are called by the church attended every service. And we're attentive...except me, who had a penchant towards sleeping through sermons, if I was caught, I was awoke by an elbow in the ribs. They are the perfect family...except for me I dont miss their stifling pretending. Im the black sheep and well liking it
Dargon leaves the room and glances at the slaves. He shakes his head. Im getting over a heart ache. Ill pass of course. However if one of you can find me a bottle of cognac, Ill be most pleased.
indeed I had meant sacrifice...infernal autocorrect!!
Dargon got up collected the contract reading it thoroughly. Very little in the sense of loopholes, yet there were a few. He nodded and pricked his finger using the quill to dip into his blood and sign it. what kind of sacrilege is usually expected ?
Dargon looks at Thorn and slowly moves forward. He kneels in front of him and lowers his head. at last Lord Thorn, a cause and person easy to serve. I will serve so do I swear . Then stands and moves back to his place.
Dargon smiles and says simply and steadily My take is, none of us can truly be trusted. The only reason we he looks at Rendylyn, kid, Treesa, Posh havent turned on each other at any point, is our joint desire for revenge and our need for able allies. So until our host, or the icy Tiadora, tells us to slay each other, lets drink to new allies He raises his glass and then takes a sip of it.
power? I'd tear down this falsehood they've built up. Sweet goodness all pretend kind. With no choice of how you feel. They've presented a lie to all the country that Noone has Ill thoughts of each other. That Noone does any other wrong. It's not in our nature to not do so. Honesty truly dictates we live with our darkside for there cannot be light with dark. I killed a man for daring to think he was better than I. Killed the woman who pretended she loved me and then gave her love to that sugar sweet man who flaunted his holiness. I lived in my darkness so that when I see beauty, truth I may enjoy it all the more. So yeah with power I'd let everyone have the choice to live in their darkness
Dargon had been eating in silence and as all had shown their brand, he chuckled between mouthfuls. well met Vormog, Rayse. No cant say we do. Whoever wanted this little group, to be his tool...his weapon, Id bet he rolled up his sleeve, showing off his 'F' supposed to mean Forsaken. A choice I make with honor now. Names Dargon Lake. Im the quiet one. He went back to eating.
Dargon silently watched what went on and shrugged at how the servants seemed to bow and scrape to her. Truly mattered not to him. He did frown when Grumblejack was lead outside and was about to speak up about providing him repast and drink when Rendylyn spoke up. It made him nod with agreement. The Ogre had been important in their escape, and he wanted that to be rewarded as well as she. He smiled when he was lead away and enjoyed the bath and his return to relative finery. His all black shirt and linen trousers and cloak that had been laid out for him was in excellent taste. When he joined the others for a meal, he slowly took his time eating. He had not eaten as some had at the prison, so it had indeed been a while since he had eaten or drank. He enjoyed every bite, savored every swallow. and waited.
welcome aboard.
Dargon threw himself to the ground and didn't move a muscle as he watched them trudge down the road. Then moved off the hillock back into the marsh. He paused for a few minutes before resuming the march
Dargon tries to keep an eye on the direction of travel, but his fatigue keeps clouding his mind as his adrenalin agates and the slight of walking through the soggy ground becomes paramount
I concur with how you think stuff should be divvied up. No loot on that list appeals to Dargon.
Dargon had watched the others go to the chest and pull their belongings out. He didnt have a lot but there they were his leathers and the hunting clothes he had on him at the time he was grabbed, a backpack, belt pouch and his bow and arrows. It took a few minutes to change then at Rendylyn request he went through the place with a fine-tooth comb, bringing everything he found out to the courtyard. He almost vomited from the grisly scene displayed. He saw Morthos looking on with a disapproving glare, and tossed anything Ren said she didnt want to keep into the flames then moved to the gate. Morthos foollowed and when the knight said he had to leave, Dargon shook his hand and wished him safe travels. Then Dargon exited the prison and took a quick look around for the best possible way to go and kept a look out while the others prepared. Ren had gotten them this far with her Patron, might as well hang in there. He watched Treesa petting the dog, he was glad he couldnt find the heart to stab him. Kid was sitting on a chair more or less consoling Grumblejack. He was ready for the next chapter in his life.
Dargons ready.
Id be fine with either of those characters added or both.
Dargon opens the door to the other room. and looks over its contents. nodding as he goes.
Dargon nods when his suspicions prove out, and ducks past Rendylynn, and past Morthos to stand before the other door, Rapier out. and thrusts it out at the wizard.
The laughter stops and Dargon stands up, then gathers his rope, and Rapier looking at whats going on. During his laughter he hadnt really listened to anything anyone had said. and o once he stands, He looks at the situation. and says What the hell is going on here. Kill the old man already. You know hes the enemy, and a dangerous one at that. We cant leave him, he will have the towns guard on our trail quicker. We take him with, then he may get free. ....oh wait I have an idea. He went into the building Morthos had pulled the wizard out of, and looked at the familiar the wizard had looked at early, and went to pick the familiar up. then said as he did so. this will be the test of if hes with us or against Morthos. Lets see how the familiar reacts and how he reacts to me getting control of it. We will put it in a bag and bring it with held so it can go get help. when we get to our new masters, if the warden lied, we will sacrifice him and his familiar Dargon loops the rope over his shoulder, sheathes the rapier and reaches down.
Dargon continues laughing not able to stop...yet he laughs so hard he thinks his gut will rip open
Dargon looks at Rendylyn trying to cover his mouth, he cant really hear her, because all he can think of is how funny it is. He laughs and laughs.
Dargon had been attempting to skewer the Warden, when suddenly he was gripped with the will to laugh uproariously at the situation they all found themselves in. He dropped to his knees, the rapier and rope falling to the stones of the bridge. Then rolled over laughing uncontrollably...how embarrassing. He tried to resist this overcoming urge, snickering through tight lips
Dargon takes a step to his left, moving into a slightly different position and goes into his fencing pose, rope with loop still held in one hand, rapier held in the other. He strikes out but the warden is spry despite his age.
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