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![]() Einar's first sword transforms into a small dragon who states, "My eyes will watch as well, for my master and his companions..." It cautiously goes over to Jellena at her summons and sniffs her hand before letting her pet it, enjoying it like a cat, purring and rubbing against her. Still watching just not very effectively. ![]()
![]() Einar "The Quickblade" wrote:
"Greetings Einar, I am Bazizz, psuedodragon at your service... though I would prefer if you serve us!" He indicates pointing at the food. When others enter the kitchen he quickly finds himself on Einar's shoulder or hiding. ![]()
![]() The Bar: Bazizz catches the pretzel and munches it down. Content to eat, eat, get some attention, then eat some more.
The bartender shakes her head, "No rice wine. We do have a nice hard cider, perhaps it will be to your liking, 2 sp a cup." She produces a clay jug and pours a mug of strong smelling fruit, like apple, with the distinct smell of alcohol. "Sorry rice and most staples would grow here on Pandora, though the natural vegetation is so aggressive it would never thrive if not survive." ![]()
![]() Aannra:
Looking over the two cases, you can tell they have combination locks that will take time to open unless you use force to smash off the locks. Hoping that there is not an explosive attached to them either way. The Drop: Bazizz speaks to all of you, ::"Well there is more crocs nearby in the water, more insects if you head directly to the town but if you climb along the trees you can get to the town safely enough. Nothing up here but the occasional Rakk. Oh oh oh! I like that! I will definitely keep you! (Velden) What is your name?":: ![]()
![]() The Drop: The PD, flies down and takes small bites of each different parts of the MREs. ::"Well they taste better than a lot of things on Pandora, though I am not for sure if I would use the word Tastey on those two but this tastes close to the sweet, not as good but much better than the other two. Yes my presence in needed in your merry little group.":: He finishes the brownie then flies up onto Velden's shoulder. ::"I am Bazizz, you may call me your majesty, emporer, or Sir Bazizz.":: ![]()
![]() "That will be easily done Large One, I will not warn them, and in exchange when you do meet them, tell them Kitara sends her regards before you crush them." She nods and skirts away. "Thank you Derrus, that is all. Oh on our way back I need to grab a few things from the hag's house, I think they will help me get stronger." Bazizz starts talking almost ashamed, then perks up as he continues to talk, likely of dark magic. ![]()
![]() It was a supernatural ability, not a spell, as opposed to the wall she created. "He, he, he, another one bites the dust! ... She is one of the shadows, she does not like the other city as much as we do, she was put out for dealing with dark magics. I doubt you could catch her, but maybe you can parlay and have her help us." ![]()
![]() "Look Derrus fortune smiles on us the boys that tormented me have gone off that way, do you see them?" Bazizz says eagerly, pointing off to the right. DM notes: Bazizz will want to collect his hag mother's head and necklace, also a few other items in her hovel including her book of rituals. A low level witch, but a witch nontheless. He will want to take the ritual 'flesh of my flesh make me strong'. With not just his mothers flesh but that of Derrus and Barackus. ![]()
![]() That might work, once you are up to her, you prepare to attack her. Bazizz screams, NO! Though it is too late as you swing at her. Shadow tendrils form from her shadow and that of a nearby bush and envelope her in an instant. She is now 60 feet from you. She does some somatics with her hands and a wall of shadow emerges blocking her and the children from your view, it is about 80 feet long and 30 feet high, tapering down after the 80 feet. Not the only one who has truely taken care of me Bazizz says. ![]()
![]() "Derrus, there is two more boys that must pay, they must be off at the watering hole to the East." Bazizz relays nonchalantly. At the mention of his boys, one of the men in the group still in the center of their village, drops to the floor and begs, "Please don't kill my boys, they didn't know better, kill me instead." |