Elgan has at some point shifted into a dog. A speedy hound with floppy ears and a big doggie grin. When he sees the rabbit at the barge he stops, His body and head straight as an arrow pointing at the barge, and lifts one front leg off the ground.
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Elgan looks around. "Purty." He says, nonplussed. Then, without changing expressions, he repeats his usual. "Dat jest ain't raight."
"Dat's uh,... Um,... WHut IZ it, anyhoo?"
The cow goes 'moo.' "Oh My. How rude." Elgan says in a very high-pitched, prissy sounding (almost mechanical) voice. "Dere's no need fer dat kinda tawk!" The druid shouts after the cow as they tumble away from each other. "Yeh know, Ah t'ought dat dis would be more dizzy-fying. Iz actually kinda peaceful." Elgan says as they tumble lazily downwards,...
"LAst wun in iz eh durty cotton-tail!" Elgan cries gleefully, hurling himself into the hole headfirst, as a rabbit,...
Elgan flows back into the form of an elf. For a moment he is covered in white rabbit fur, then it retreats into his usual smooth elvish skin. "Um,... Sorree?" He calls into the hole. He looks at the others sheepishly. (For a moment, he starts to flow into an actual sheep, then back into an elf.) "Ah shoulda seen that comin', huh?" He asks with embarrassment. "Well,... If'n we don't follow him, how iz we gonna know if'n we kin he'p him?" He asks, grinning.
"AnAhKinGiveYewARideONenEagle!" Elgan says in a blur as the Haste spell takes effect. "If'n yeh want." he adds at a more normal-sounding voice, then shifts into a Man-sized bird. Elgan tries not to look too intimidating to the waist-coated rabbit, But when your a 5' eagle there is only so much you can do with a razor sharp beak and talons the size of daggers. He grins reassuringly, then decides that might not be the best look to show a nervous rabbit. He bends down, offering his back to the rabbit.
Elgan looks after the rabbit, then back to the others. "Mebbe he's hosting sumwun verra impertent?" He offers tentatively. He shrugs. "Er mebbe rabbits iz all jest a little off in deh hed. Ah neveh reely tawked tew dem much. Deh wolves en sech wuz much betteh at conversatin'." He confesses.
"Dat makes tew uv us." Elgan says sincerely. "If'n yeh don' mine me axin, Whar are yeh late tew? Iz der anyt'ing we kin dew teh hep?"
Elgan shifts back into his elf form, (He tends to think of his 'normal' form as just another animal shape he can take lately) "Naw, we're jes' normal folk. Yew know, dat kin take on demigods en sech on eh guud day."
Elgan shivers and grins a predatory grin. "Ah kent he'p it! He's jes' sew dang cute! An' ah'm curious. Ah jes gots teh know whur he's goin'!" The druid tells Pip in a burst of fangirl-esqe glee. In a flash the druid is in the form of a (normal) hare, and follows the waistcoated rabbit like a bowshot.
Oh yes,... and "HUZZAH!" ;)
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"Naw, whur wuz we? Oh yeh, Ah'z lookinn' at gitten sum of dem' magic sticks lahk Altai has,...dat hep deh spells,..."
Elgan nods in agreement. "Tas'e lahk Chiken."
Elgan blinks at the slight movement of bushes left behind by the fleeing rabbit. The druid turns to regard Pip with wide eyes. "Dey alsew hev guud heerin'." He informs the bard solemnly.
Elgan grins like a kid at a pet shop window. "Naw Don' dat beet all! Aw Tawkin' rabbit! Ah means reg'lar Common-tawk, nut nurmal rabbit tawk. Dat wooden surprise me ez much." He explains to Pip.
Elgan follows Pip around when the Bard goes shopping. Out of curious boredom more than anything. Even though he has some quite nice equipment by some adventurers standards, and he understands 'preparation' well enough, Elgan just cannot seem to grasp the concept of pouring supposedly valuable gold into something that he's just going to wear. ;P Although having seen Altai make good use of some of his enchanted sticks, Elgan Inquires about buying some magic rods to enhance his nature spells.
"Mayhap, like udders, ur deer mascot iz mur den whut he seems?" Elgan asks. He flows effortlessly into a floppy eared dog for emphasis, scratches behind one ear vigorously, sighs contentedly, and shifts back into a wood elf. "Whut?"
Elgan shrugs. "Eeder dat, ur dey iz all hopin' tew git on Spivvies guud side by rescuin' 'im. Mebbe hopin' he he'p 'em out wit sumthin?" Elgan shrugs again. "Dunno. It IZ a real purty sword dere,..."
Elgan shrugs. "Ah dunno. Ah keeps askin', buut nowun seems interested in answerin'. Dey jes' keeps tryin' teh git him. No matteh whar we ends up.' He points out, indicating their most recent destination.
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Yep. I'm in trouble. ;P Will keep up as much as able. Hopefully will settle down soon.
Elgan stands next to Altai in a relaxed, ready attitude of eternal youthfulness. His wide eyed gaze takes in the sights as eagerly as he ever did in the early days of his adventuring. But his child like wonder belies his readiness to spring into action. The heady presence of potential thunderstorms on a clear day seems to have invigorated the druid as well. The little druid seems suitably impressed, if not overly so, at the Eladrin. After all, as far as he can tell, they are simply really, [i]really[i] tall elves.
Elgan looks over the side of the ship. "Now DAT'S a purty site!" The elf says. A perceptive observer might notice that the elf is glancing sideways, towards where Emrael and the neriad are also looking over the side. "Dis place iz ALIVE! Iz,... niahce." He continues, looking once more at the forest below.
"Now, there's a kin of the eladrin," one says of Elgan, "and mayhap another;" he nods, smilingly, at Emrael.
Elgan shapeshifts into various forms, as he rarely plays with magics other than his usual, natural shifting abilities. During the conversation he floats over to Altai as a glowing ball of,... something,... possibly a will o wisp, lands gently on the wizard's shoulder, and Altai feels a surge of healing magics pour into him. Elgan then turns into a butterfly and flaps away,...
HEY!!!! Ah lik'd dat wurm! The Elgan-troll bellows, all nine heads shouting together in a cacophonous chorus. The fact that all nine heads look like the cheerful wood elf, but with hulkified brutish features, is a tad disconcerting.
;P
"Hm. Snake-peeples. Verra dangerous. YEW go first." Elgan says sotto voice to Altai.
Elgan whispers in a gravelly, grinding voice, touching his haste-casting charm as he does so. In response the ground in front of them rumbles and heaves, and TWO vine covered stone giants walk up into the chamber with them. "Wanna let meh fren's play furst? See how bad she rally iz?" Elgan asks Altai with a grin.
Elgan shimmers, but fluctuates, as if unable to decide what form to take to deal with the immediate threat. First.
Elgan grins at Emrael. "Ah furgits yew ain't bin hangin' roun' us all dat long Chere'. Les' jes' say dat deh turtle ain't allus bin a turtle, til he ran inteh us. But seems lahk ever-whar we goes dere's SUMwun interested in gittin' him fer dere own aquarium."
"Dat's a BIG snake dere' chere'." Elgan offers helpfully. "Dat,... Talks."
Elgan snorts as well. "Whut is it wit' everwun an' der fascinatin wit' our mascot?" He asks Altai.
Elgan, now back in Elf form, Just,... sighs. "Iz gonner be wun uv DOSE days agin, idn't it?" He asks no one in particular.
Elgan waves a watery arm, and a ginourmous patch of brambles appear, and grow to prodigious size (a-la Maleficent) blocking the hole in the iron wall.
EDIT- [ooc]Question, in elemental form my 'standard' attack is 2 slams. my 'full attack' is 3. So after moving would I get my 'standard' 2 slams still?[\ooc]
Elgan the huge water elemental blinks in surprise at the rapid response of his companions, realizes that he is the only one left, and flows after the others in a watery torrent that echoes in the(relatively) narrow corridor of stone. He flows up behind Ghetost, and throws two watery appendages over the giants head and into the one on the right. :)
;P
"Ah'll Hep!" Elgan-elemental bellows, reaching with his long watery arms, trailing fire, frost and electrical discharges to pound on the creature before it can even slip under the water.
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