"Well, I no have a problem with you joining?" Davros says turning to his companions. "Zeelchoos? Aodan? You-geen?"
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Davros sighs and reluctantly unties the outsider's scimitar from his belt and hands it back to the Shae. "Eet is truly a magnificent blade and if eet is yours than well, eet it yours. May Desna guide your path. ...and guide me to find a proper blade in this 'backwater country village. The Qadiran offers a bow after returning the blade.
Davros nervously looks at Eugene. "Uh..."
Davros looks to Aodan to see if he objects. "Yes, shall we with the continuing to the farmer? I am most interested in finishing up this business so that we may take a moment to see what else needs be done here." I can't believe that I am saying this, but I think I actually want to stay and find out what in all the god's names is happening here in the bucolic village. This Hunclay fellow is not all that he seems...
Davros rises from the ground carefully and slowly examines his body. Yep, eyes work. Fingers work. Toes work. Knees *ouch* work. "Eh, thank you. Your works have saved me, Yoo-geen. Praised be to the Great Exchequer and his gifts. I shall endeavor to repay your kindness someday." Davros continues to check himself over as the group searches the cave. Only the sound of his name echoing throughout the cave breaks his reverie. "Davros, were ya lookin' for..." The Qadiran's eyes go wide. At last, the book! Oh Hells, could this really be it? And the Taldan has found it. Will he allow me to see the book; to take it back to my mistress? "Eh, that book. That was the book I was to scribe for my Mistress. Eh, would you be permitting me to examine the tome for a moment?"
Davros spins like a top from the savage mauling. He musters up the remaining energy he has to unleash upon his attacker. "Ugnnnnn..*gurggle*...no doing well."
And with that Davros slowly surrenders into Pharasma's embrace.
"Many thanks, You-geen." The Qadiran slashes with his scimitar at the unknown beastie. Desna guide my hand, make its path true.
"OUCH! You dog!" cries Davros, charging his words with power to mask his fear. He steps to the side a bit and infuses a portion of his will into his blade; hoping that the blade will strike true.
Davros - level 4 +4 hp +1 Int Shocking Grasp +1 language (going to take Draconic) +10 skills Ranks (+1 Acrobatics, +1 Diplomacy, +1 Knowledge (arcana), +1 Knowledge (planes), +4 Perception, +1 Spellcraft, +1 UMD)
What was I doing again? Davros stumbles through the cave in a dream-like state, clearly confused and not quite paying attention until it is too late. Once he clears the cobwebs from his eyes he positions himself at the far end of this...thing.
Davros glares as Zilchus delivers the killing blow. Of course. The blowhard gets it. I wish that he would have been in position with his longspear when I attacked, maybe the wolf's attention would have been split - alas the beast closed the distance... Spoiler:
The Qadiran eyes the field and carefully strides over the felled large wolf and hopes his presence will divert some of the remaining wolf's attention.
Round 3; Init 5 "Ach, let us hope that is no the case, Zeelchoos." Davros spits the words as he swipes at the wolf attacking Zilchus.
As it struggles to stay on it's feet Davros strikes with his blade to deliver the killing blow. Well, Davros finally killed something. Guess its time to call this game. :)
"Eh, I no mean to tell you your business You-geen, but you no look so good. Maybe you need to call your god for his blessings." Davros says as he slashes at the big wolf.
Round 1; Init Last "This ees a big creature. Eet ees a shame to have to do thees but..." The Qadiran will draw his scimitar and strike at the big wolf.
Davros' spells desired to copy from book: Level 1
Level 2
Totals:
Davros' Previous Level 1 Spells:
19 previous pages + 3 pages (level 1) + 8 pages (level 2) = 30 pages total.
**Totally nozzed this whole thing up - forgot to crossreference with Magus spell list.**
Davros wearily scratches at his hair, being careful to keep all of his locks under the keffiyah. All this transcription is hard work. Tiring and draining. I am glad I had someone to help. Even if it was Aodan. Davros takes note of the farmer and his A shrewd bargainer, my Mistress would approve. "We are humbled by your offer, sir. Thank you, sir." The Qadiran says from the back, meekly.
Cooperation is fine by me!
"Accord! So then, there are things here that, eh, I would like to transcribe. If I may. I would appreciate the opportunity to trek to, eh - Xemmne's to buy some supplies unless someone knows a better place. I am no from here so..." Davros looks askingly at Aodan. Please Lady of Luck, watch over me, guide me in my endeavors and may your countenance shine upon me as I travel through this land... oh, and if you can make sure that I don't die whilst in Taldor, I'd greatly appreciate it.
Davros takes a stroll around the room looking at the odd implements and contraptions in the room, taking inventory of the contents while waiting for an answer from his companions.
"Trapped chairs, homunculus, bed-bears - eet is no wonder he sided with the scalykind with the affinity for traps and the like. I am no liking this place. Is this the whole of the house? Have we 'secured' everything, You-geen? Aodan? Scale-brain?" Davros says to his companions. This can't be everything? Where is the damned book? Should I continue to look for such a thing, after all I have learned about this Hunclay? Mistress, I fear for you and what knowledge you seek.
Round 2, Init 22 "Eet is a cun-struct of Meester Hunclay - a Homunculus. Aodan is right, no let it bite you." Davros says as he steps forward and slashes at the wee beasty.
Round 1; Init 20 The sound of lightning and maniacal infantile laughter draws Davros up the ladder. "What in the?!?" Davros says as surveys the scene and draws his scimitar.
"So we can no take the scrolls or use Meester Hunclay's inks to inscribe, no? Hmmm." Davros says with a sigh. "Alright, maybe we extend the investigation until we are finished, with that, eh? Davros watches Zilchus grow impatient. As Zilchus disappears up the ladder, Davros looks to his companions for guidance. "Eh, there enough room up there for more, Zeelchoos?"
"Eh, thees could prove most useful. Scrolls. Some good, eh, some no so good. One for securing a campsite, wonder why Meester Hunclay had thees, one for calling on the plane of shadow to conceal and, eh...eh, well strike fear into peoples. Thees one should prove most effective - a circle ward protecting against the, eh, outsiders. Oh, and thees one is bad. Eet is, eh, transforms people... painfully. Eet is no honorable way. Do we have the rights to keep these? I could copy some of these into my book, perhaps showing Aodan how to do so as well - that is if he has a book. I would no like to keep the bad one, but that is up to you all for the, eh, deciding." Davros says looking at Eugene.
"Nice work, Darkrose. I see that my bravery and valor are rubbing off on you. You should totally make a footnote of your own deeds in the book you're writing about me," Zilchus appreciates. "Thank you for the aid, Zeelchoos," Davros says with a sigh. "I feel...better now." Davros looks around the room and takes note of the arcane writing on the desk. He says a brief arcane incantation, blinks his eyes twice, and begins a cursory reading of the scroll.
Looks like the key worked but no way to disarm the trap. "Eh, everyone go downstairs and I will treegar the trap. After a few minutes come up and check on me to make sure I am no dead."
GMKyshikus: After everyone leaves the room Davros will do a quick once over to look for THE BOOK. If he cannot find it quickly then he will set off the trap by opening the door.
"Eh, I found thees! I would bet thees is for the goatman cage." says Davros holding up the keys.
Davros looks at his fallen companion and intones the mystical incantation necessary to activate the wand provided to him by his Mistress then touches the wand to Zilchus.
Round 3; Init 10 Davros finally gets the hang of the weight of his new toy and begins his dance, slicing at the engrappled bedbear. "Hang on Zilchus... you can no die just yet..."
Afterward Davros steps back and draws forth a wand from his belt.
Perhaps my next attack will determine the fate of Zilchus. Davros swings at the bedbear again.
Round 1; Init 10 Davros watches in horror as the bedbear mauls into Zilchus. The Qadiran whispers, "قوة العاصفة" and feels the electrical charge pulse within. As he steps forward and draws his new scimitar, Davros channels his
Davros follows Zilchus into the bedchamber and looks around as well.
"Ugh. Thees is no leading us anywhere. Dammit Hunclay, your house is both dangerous and boring. Where did you keep the good things?" says Davros in exasperation as he sits down at the desk. Boredom overcomes the Qadiran and he beings riffling through the desks drawers and contents.
Davros looks at Zilchus while pointing at Eugene. "Thees guy knows I am no native speaker, no? He used words, of that I am sure, but what those words say...," Davros shrugs. "All I know is thees, there are books here. I am a scribe. There will be an auction. What is the harm in looking for books that we may want to buy? Makes sense, no?" Davros then turns to Eugene and smiles for a second before he is overwhelmed by Zilchus' ... boredom.
"Eh, I know a little from my studies. I am aware that Meester Hunclay was interested in books that had to do with the, eh...void? Mayhaps this is his 'private collection,'" Davros says in answer to the Taldan. Hmm...is the book here? Let's see..."
Hunclay must be keeping something valuable in here. Davros offers silent encouragement as Aodan attempts to open the iron bookcase.
The book! "Eh, maybe we should take our time here. Lots of things to catalog here, no?" Unless persuaded otherwise Davros begins examining the contents of the room as carefully as he can.
I am not sure what I can add to this.
Davros turns to Zilchus. "...but the wall of light? You can pass it. Be the hero and tell us what is on the other side."
"Don't know about the light." Hmm. The light... "Oh! The wall. Wait. Yes. It could be to Hunclay's dealings with the Shae. If a creature of shadow or of the like passes through the wall it has the power to, eh, temporary, eh, temporarily blind them and rob them of their strength. ...never seen that done before... of course the proper binding and...," Davros' voice trails off. "I could use one of them...but maybe Darkrose should get one. A magic sword is just what he needs if he's going to be a stone cold killer like Scalebane." Davros turns and looks at the weapon and his eyes alight. "أوه، التي صدر عامر Shelyn's ، و لقد سبق لك أن رأيت مثل هذا المنظر الجميل ؟ أوه، شكرا لك Desna لقيادة لي هنا و نعمة لي مع وجهك ," Davros grasps the proffered scimitar, his mouth turned up in a joyous grin. After a few practice swings he turns to his companion and offers, "Eh - this will do," with a smile and a wink. Kelish: "Oh, by Shelyn's ample bosom, have you ever seen such a beautiful sight? Oh, thank you Desna for leading me here and blessing me with your countenance."
Davros follows Aodan into the room and quickly scans the area.
Hearing Aodan's arcane utterance Davros reaches into his pouch and draws forth a small bit of crystal and holds it up to his eye, hoping that his own incantation will illuminate the nature of the mystical writing on the walls.
Now, what did you write about here Mr. Hunclay?
"I am no certain of the exact nature of these shadow people, but I seem to, eh, recall," Davros pauses to confirm the correct word, "Yes, recall. I seem to recall that they tend to wear masks that appear to be made of the, eh, delicate Tian pottery. So that should help us identify these Shae." Caught up in explaining the people of shadow, Davros absently opens the door leading to the next room.
Davros shutters after bring lost in thought for a moment. "These shae... they are no demons. They people of the shadow. No necessarily evil but no necessarily good either." Davros says catching up with the others.
"Hmm. Shae. I seem to recall hearing this type of creature before."
Davros places his hand on his scimitar's hilt and confidently takes a step forward. "Agreed. He seems to be trying to no honor his part of the bargain. Perhaps we leave him trapped here." "What was Hunky wearing when he summoned you?" "Answer him and show us that you wish to truly honor this contract. We no want trouble, we just want answers."
This. will. not. end. well. "كن مستعدا. هذا قد يكون خدعة". Davros says to Aodan and Eugene. Kelish: "Be prepared. This may be a trick."
Davros look quizzically at Eugene. "I am a simple slave and scribe. My mistress taught me the basics of recognizing the outsiders - no how to deal with them. I... I no understand what you are suggesting. Eh, you know that Taldan is no my first language, right?" he says looking back and forth amongst his companions.
Eh, You-geen? Are you so sure you should, eh, be doing this?" Davros says unsure of his companion. "These things are no to be trusted." "Shut up, Zeelchus. This is no time for your stupid book," he whispers to the windbag.
Davros closes the distance between himself and the outsider. "أعرف أن هذا المخلوق. لقد قرأت عنها في مكتبات كثير ، انها المتهم الشيطان . كن حذرا، انهم المعروف أن عجلات الإملائي." Kelish:
"I know this creature. I've read about them in the libraries of Katheer, it's an Accuser Devil. Be careful, they're known to be spell casters. "Did you tell him how to do that? Did he learn the secrets he sought from you?" He says mustering up enough of his courage to put some disdain in the last words.
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