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Kalesril wrote:

There is no leader per se. Their are the three most powerful outsiders of each kind. A balor (asch called dibs I think), a pit fiend that is super well hidden (I called dibs), and a purrodaemon which I dont think anyone has called dibs on. Besides those three you have a ton of lesser fiends running around.

P.S. The balor I left wide open so if a normal one is too easy upgrade him to lord status. CR 20 just dont cut it that much around here. ;)

"Who said anything about the fiends? There's an apocalypse every Friday. It's these heroes I'm worried about."

Arielle wrote:
Do you really want me to call my parents? ;P

"Ah, bother. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision helping that family...obnoxious bunch."


Mrdarknlight wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
Mrdarknlight wrote:
Another of my questions who is Frost the Ancient?
A great wyrm white dragon mage from a roleplay a few of us used to play in. His game involved a bunch of gods and suchwhat, so his presence wasn't too bad. In this game, however, it'd be a bit much.
So you thought it was a good idea to bring in a god level dragon on top of demons,devils, and Micheal going nuts? Sad part at this point I do not think it would be a bad idea.

"This school contains many loose cannons...best put a stop to that. Where is the leader, that I may kill him?"


Mrdarknlight wrote:
Another of my questions who is Frost the Ancient?

A great wyrm white dragon mage from a roleplay a few of us used to play in. His game involved a bunch of gods and suchwhat, so his presence wasn't too bad. In this game, however, it'd be a bit much.


narrator wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
Frost shows up.
Bad kobold! Bad! :P

*Blows up school*


;)


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Frost shows up.


Little Kiba wrote:
The portal flares as LK runs out as fast as he can, yelling the usual "Arielle's after me!", "Everyone get out of the way", and more as he follows Arielle's instructions on finding the place.

Frost yawns, staring down at the two youngsters. "Crazy kids," he mutters blearily. He considers following them, but decides not to risk annoying Lynora and goes back to sleep.


Db3's Narrator wrote:

The old Eagle spreads his wings slightly.

"I have little to do these days. I'll watch them." All in the language of the birds comes this answer, and Sky translates for Frost.

The dragon nods. "Very well, then. We have decided?"


Djuhah the Djinn wrote:
"Yes, that is an understandable sentiment. Perhaps we should open up some caves for them near ground level? That don't connect to the upper Eyrie. Keeps them close, but out of sight for the most part. At least during this trial period. Over time wounds do heal."

"That should do. Should a guard be posted on the entrances?"


Blodwen Pefhlawae wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:


Frost nods as Sky arrives. "Hello, Cloudgather. I'm told that these mites wish to seek refuge here? I am as of yet neutral, but I am curious.
"The Servants are enemies. The only difference now is that the Servants are substantially weaker, and have reformatted their system to a less strict one. As far as I'm concerned, as long as one Servant remains the Servants as a whole will as well. Why do we not obliterate them?"
:Oh, I am all for obliterating. Those bastards attacked our home, threatened our young. They do not deserve to live after that. But I think that you hit the nail on the head there,Frost. As long as one remains they all do. Are we sure that's all of them? As the saying goes keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. At least if they are here there schemes are not likely to escape our notice. And they are not likely to try to obliterate the place where they live, giving us another added measure of safety.:

"The Servants aren't prone to wanton destruction. The deluded things are usually convinced they're doing the right thing. In case you haven't noticed, there is nothing they love more than moral superiority. Perhaps if they lived amongst you, they'll begin to actually feel your 'guilt'. I'm told it's quite effective.

"Or they might make a stab towards vengeance and destroy us all. But when it comes down to it, they're usually cowards. They're used to holding all the power, and when they finally realise they don't they're quick to beg."


Sky Cloudgather wrote:

:Okay, I'll find an Eagle I think is up for this kind of debate. See you in an hour.:

He veers off as he sweeps across the Eyrie, casting his mind out for a good enough Eagle for the job. He's hard pressed to pick one though, because they are all good candidates. He finally chooses one of the older, veteran Eagles and meets with Blodwen and the Temple.

"Hello Djuhah. It seems we rarely have to meet unless something important is happening."

You assume Frost went with Blodwen. You are wrong, wrong, wrong!!

Okay, you were right.
Frost nods as Sky arrives. "Hello, Cloudgather. I'm told that these mites wish to seek refuge here? I am as of yet neutral, but I am curious.
"The Servants are enemies. The only difference now is that the Servants are substantially weaker, and have reformatted their system to a less strict one. As far as I'm concerned, as long as one Servant remains the Servants as a whole will as well. Why do we not obliterate them?"
I'm now in an awkward position. I can make an obviously self-serving post in which Frost argues to spare the Servants. I can also have him argue to kill them, which would serve no purpose but you confuse you all as to how I intend this encounter to end. So I'm going to try and keep Frost from taking an side.


Sky Cloudgather wrote:

:Okay, I guess we can try it your way.: He thinks with a wink at Blodwen. He runs and jumps off the cliff, shifting in mid-air to let the wind catch under his wings.

:Stay close though, I don't want you getting hurt in your "condition":

Frost nods curtly. "Should it go awry, I will be watching." He flies back up into the clouds.


Sky Cloudgather wrote:
That's it, I'm sending word to the Guardians right away...

Those books were actually okay before the movies messed with them.

"Bah. The Servants are here. I count thirty of them, and they look a bit battered."


The white dragon glances towards them, and decides that attacking would be too risky.
He flies into the Eyrie, and looks around for an authority figure.


"Any idea what they're talking about?" Frost asks a passing celestial eagle. He munches on the vulture. The eagle shakes its head, eager to be away from the hungry dragon.


lynora-Jill wrote:
...the dragon is determined to listen to the Servants...

It's a good thing she didn't say that to Frost. Otherwise there would be a big ice cube in the Grove. ;)


The Bard wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:

Frost looks exasperated. "I...would you stop speaking ambiguously? I am trying to warn you people! Champions don't last. Some well-known researchers confirm it. It was difficult to find them, but I did. After the imbalance in the area is over, the hosts deteriorate. Their minds go first. They become destructive, and weak to outside influence. Eventually, they are completely destroyed by their own energies. Now, there are only two true Champions left. Kobold Cleaver, and The Bard. If they too do not lose the Championship, they will not last."

He is silent for a moment.
"At least, that is the theory. But the Servants believe it. And they have the most extensive libraries and knowledge bases in the world."

"Sounds like KC is already being destroyed. I appreciate the warning, old Wyrm."

"It seems like the Servants will latch on to anything that could return them to power."

"Indeed. Though I do not believe any of you should underestimate them. They have significant resources. If it amounts to a true siege, they could win. Remember, they are made up of diviners. Eventually, they will find a way inside. Goodbye." He bows to Lynora and takes off, flying out of the Grove.


The Bard wrote:

"Do not forget the multiple realities that may exist."

"Given time, other aspects of the standard elements may give rise to never-before-seen Champion, such as a Champion of Lightning, Light, or Sound."

"You are proof that being a Champion does not mean understanding of the concept." Frost sneers. "There are only five true Champions. The others are charlatans."


Emperor7 wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
Emperor7 wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
He shrugs. "I know not. But if ever there comes a time when there is no imbalance, as I believe has happened, the Champions may all feel the consequences. They aren't supposed to live this long."

"There are always Champions. And imbalance. They rise and fall like the oceans. They die and are reborn amongst the seeds of the earth. They hide, and are revealed by need."

"Even with centuries of studying Nature, even I do not comprehend but a small part of it. Champions are a part of Nature's weave."

"You are half right, Forest Lord. Championship is indeed part of nature's plan. They are her plan to deal with danger, though. Once the danger to her is past, then they are no longer necessary. They...deteriorate."
"Perhaps the vessels do, but not the Champions themselves. There are many worlds. Danger rises in one, and is vanquished in another. So, by your logic, there would always be Champions. Or shadows of them."

Frost looks exasperated. "I...would you stop speaking ambiguously? I am trying to warn you people! Champions don't last. Some well-known researchers confirm it. It was difficult to find them, but I did. After the imbalance in the area is over, the hosts deteriorate. Their minds go first. They become destructive, and weak to outside influence. Eventually, they are completely destroyed by their own energies. Now, there are only two true Champions left. Kobold Cleaver, and The Bard. If they too do not lose the Championship, they will not last."

He is silent for a moment.
"At least, that is the theory. But the Servants believe it. And they have the most extensive libraries and knowledge bases in the world."


Emperor7 wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
He shrugs. "I know not. But if ever there comes a time when there is no imbalance, as I believe has happened, the Champions may all feel the consequences. They aren't supposed to live this long."

"There are always Champions. And imbalance. They rise and fall like the oceans. They die and are reborn amongst the seeds of the earth. They hide, and are revealed by need."

"Even with centuries of studying Nature, even I do not comprehend but a small part of it. Champions are a part of Nature's weave."

"You are half right, Forest Lord. Championship is indeed part of nature's plan. They are her plan to deal with danger, though. Once the danger to her is past, then they are no longer necessary. They...deteriorate."


lynora-Jill wrote:
Emperor7 wrote:


"Perhaps there is imbalance somewhere else? Perhaps the location of it should be the focus?"

"Light..Dark. Life...Destruction. Imbalance knows many forms."

"Many of those forms have been within ourselves. Those of us who were once Champions have had a difficult time finding balance. Maybe that's why the powers stayed longer than they have in the past, because they were needed for our own internal battles."

"Championship does not come of internal battles, Lady Lynora. It comes of those of the world. Of the Board."


He shrugs. "I know not. But if ever there comes a time when there is no imbalance, as I believe has happened, the Champions may all feel the consequences. They aren't supposed to live this long."


The Bard wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
The Bard wrote:

"The only evil Champion was the Tsar. Don't forget that only moments ago I was willing to fight you to free Aidan."

He shakes his head.

"I have heard studies. Have you ever heard of an Elemental Champion who lived past the danger? No. They all died. Champions aren't meant to live. they're meant to fight."

"And there is still danger, as there will always be. I have lived to long to die because I am a Champion. I've seen so much, in this world and in the Stream. I may die one day, but it won't be because some Servant decided to study a few examples."

"And just because the original Champion may have been fighters-to-the-death, it doesn't mean I am."

"Oh really? Champions are called when there is imbalance. Now there is not. All Champions, even Kobold Cleaver, are at risk."


The Bard wrote:

"The only evil Champion was the Tsar. Don't forget that only moments ago I was willing to fight you to free Aidan."

He shakes his head.

"I have heard studies. Have you ever heard of an Elemental Champion who lived past the danger? No. They all died. Champions aren't meant to live. they're meant to fight."


Emperor7 wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
The Bard wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:

Suddenly, this area of the Grover is cast into shadow. There is a breath of absolute cold, and a box of ice forms around Aidan, trapping him. Frost flies lower.

"I heard that the Tsar was once again loose. Are these rumors true?"
"Let the boy go before I have to free him."
"I am sorry, but I cannot trust the word of another Champion. I have heard disturbing news recently, you see. I want the word of one I am certain will not lie."

"You should know, Frost, that the 'Tsar', in its many forms, will always find a way to be free. Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth will not be constrained by the likes of us."

"If they boy were the Fire Champion your ice would not hold him."

"Let him go."

He sighs. "Very well. Just a precaution." The ice vanishes. "You can never be too careful. I heard Kobold Cleaver speaking to his men about the Tsar, and had to make certain that you were not in peril. The ice, by the way, may very well have held him. I had it enchanted against heat." He looks irritated, and turns to the Bard. "And this one? He is safe? He is a champion as well."


The Bard wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:

Suddenly, this area of the Grover is cast into shadow. There is a breath of absolute cold, and a box of ice forms around Aidan, trapping him. Frost flies lower.

"I heard that the Tsar was once again loose. Are these rumors true?"
"Let the boy go before I have to free him."

"I am sorry, but I cannot trust the word of another Champion. I have heard disturbing news recently, you see. I want the word of one I am certain will not lie."


Suddenly, this area of the Grover is cast into shadow. There is a breath of absolute cold, and a box of ice forms around Aidan, trapping him. Frost flies lower.
"I heard that the Tsar was once again loose. Are these rumors true?"


Frost flies overhead, testing his wings. He pauses, and then lands. He sniffs the air. "Fire." He hesitates. Then he shrugs. "At any rate, it is time to go hunting." He flies off.


lynora-Jill wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
Kobold Cleaver is busy with the siege. Joek is busy with certain other matters. It would most likely be very advanced troops to deal with you and Arielle. They know how powerful she is now. That's the first cat out of the bag. I suppose it couldn't be helped." He sniffs.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I'm not convinced they yet understand Arielle's powers at all, and I know they don't know mine. We still have room for surprises."

"They know enough to know they underestimated her. They aren't the only ones." He raises an eyebrow. "I beg you to remember that the Servants have never only relied on military strength. When it comes to allies, you are weak as a kitten. You are all viewed as religious zealots. Who do you have on your side? Those of the Grove, those of Sunny Godhead...few have forgotten that stunt Arielle attempted in the Bazaar. People died. I would be careful about your public image." The dragon dramatically turns away, and flies off into the night.

Not meant to be tooting my own horn. That was more of a. explanation of how things stand then a chance to tell you how awesome my organization is.


Kobold Cleaver is busy with the siege. Joek is busy with certain other matters. It would most likely be very advanced troops to deal with you and Arielle. They know how powerful she is now. That's the first cat out of the bag. I suppose it couldn't be helped." He sniffs.


Ch'ack Hammer wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
lynora-Jill wrote:

"So, when Kobold Cleaver helped me, he wasn't doing it out of the goodness of his heart. He was trying to clean up his own mess." She sighed. "Well, it makes sense. It makes sense of a lot of things."

"So now that we've disproved the public explanation for their actions, what is it Joek is really after? He went after Arielle. He went after me. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone was trying to become a god."

"No." Frost speaks quickly. "No, he is not." He hesitates. "What I mean is, I am quiet certain he does not wish to be a god. If he wanted to, it would be a simple thing. But gods may not directly intervene. No, he does not wish to be a god. He is attacking for other reasons, reasons not even Kobold Cleaver knows.
"Power? Revenge? Envy? Perhaps there is something about this place? I don't know...perhaps if we move he'll follow and leave these people be. Unless he is after someone else here, and Arielle and LJ are just a means to that end. Too many possibilities..."

"They wish to see the Eyrie destroyed now, I am quite certain. Leaving would only endanger yourselves." He seems slightly hopeful.


lynora-Jill wrote:

"So, when Kobold Cleaver helped me, he wasn't doing it out of the goodness of his heart. He was trying to clean up his own mess." She sighed. "Well, it makes sense. It makes sense of a lot of things."

"So now that we've disproved the public explanation for their actions, what is it Joek is really after? He went after Arielle. He went after me. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone was trying to become a god."

"No." Frost speaks quickly. "No, he is not." He hesitates. "What I mean is, I am quiet certain he does not wish to be a god. If he wanted to, it would be a simple thing. But gods may not directly intervene. No, he does not wish to be a god. He is attacking for other reasons, reasons not even Kobold Cleaver knows.


lynora-Jill wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
"You underestimate Joek's power." Frost flies down to them. "There is only one in the entire order who currently equals his power, and he is afraid for different reasons entirely."

Eek! I'm not sure the balcony is that big! Hope he can hover. ;)

"Well, if you know so much about the order, perhaps you can tell us what it is they're after. I certainly didn't start this fight. I'm not really sure what it's even about. They came after Arielle, and then laid siege to the Eyrie. Ostensibly they disapproved of my being the goddess, but I'm not anymore and they're still here. So what are they after?"

"That is hard to say. Joek is not acting as I expected...at first, they disliked your very existence. They like to control things. Not for the sake of control, but because they know best. For years they monitored who became a god, what creatures came here from other dimensions, that sort of thing. They kept order for over a century.

"It didn't last. One of their most terrible enemies, who you are very well acquainted with..." He nods in respect to Lynora. "Managed to get into their organization. They very nearly stopped her, but she was too powerful. Only the leader--a Board Lich whose name is forgotten--escaped. He went to put a stop to the attacks. He contacted the Baatezu, the celestials...he managed to get them working together, searching for a body to bind her with. Had it not been for him, they probably never would have allied, but he was powerful enough to pull it off. I believe you are familiar with the rest of the story."
He pauses. "Anyways, the Servants were gone for a long time. Our world descended into anarchy. However, the Board Lich I mentioned still lived. He managed to bring back the Servants, but their day was over. Nobody feared them in the least anymore. In desperation, he appointed his cousin, hoping that with him in charge, they would not be seen as a threat, and be able to grow their ranks quietly.
"That was many years ago. Now, as you know, their numbers have indeed grown, though they are not yet at full strength. I believed that they wished to inspect you and make certain you could be trusted. I was...wrong." It seems as if it pains him to admit this. "For you see, they now think that you are dead. As they began to withdraw, Joek sent a message: They are not to budge. And it is there that the details become sketchy."


"You underestimate Joek's power." Frost flies down to them. "There is only one in the entire order who currently equals his power, and he is afraid for different reasons entirely."


Hlawith wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:

Frost flies into the Eyrie.

"Excuse me? I have heard rumors that the Star Song is dead. Is there truth to this?"
:I do not know, old one. She was unwell. And then she called for Djuhah. He is now the god of this place. That is all I know. There has been no mention of death here.:

"I see. Do you know where I might find out more?" Frost does not look concerned in the least, but merely curious.


Frost flies into the Eyrie.
"Excuse me? I have heard rumors that the Star Song is dead. Is there truth to this?"


lynora-Jill wrote:
.... wrote:

Dral sighs. He touches the barrier, but finds it still is solid. He prays that his message to Lynora got through, and that he is not about to die.

Kobold Cleaver has yet to give the signal to attack, though.
Soon I'm gonna have to save my own characters, and I'm really reluctant to do that. Lynora, is the Goddess going to answer yes or no? If no, which is most likely, I need to break out my deux ex machina.
The answer is a most definitive no. The winds brought her his words. She knows exactly what he said at the Place of the Winds and that he was not an unknowing accomplice. She would never offer sanctuary to someone she knew intended her daughter harm.

Technically, he didn't. Just FYI.

It is finally revealed why Kobold Cleaver was hesitant: There is an enormous white dragon behind the two. Frost hisses at the army, and none seem anxious to approach.
"On my back. Now."
The two frightened mages hustle onto his back. Frost lifts into the air.
"You are Frost?"
"I am."
"Why are you helping us?"
"I have no love for Daelemos. We are old foes. Any enemies of his are allies of mine."
The white dragon flies off into the distance. he decides to send a message alerting Lynora.
:I have saved your two enemies. I apologize, but they know much and I truly need the information. I shall destroy them after they have told me enough:


Emperor7 wrote:
lynora-Jill wrote:

:It is not so simple as that, Frost, though I sincerely appreciate your offer of aid. The boy still has some chance to be saved.:

The glow that emanates from her is blinding and it is painful to even try to look at her.

"Well, Aidan? What are you waiting for? You want to strike out at someone to show how powerful you are, start with me."

"You are a fool. A kind-hearted fool, but one nonetheless. The Flame will consume anything left of the boy, and many more innocents."

"How many loved ones will die for your kindness?"

"I cannot hold these shields forever. Nor can I summon an army to match this. The Green will let the Purge happen and rebuild, salvaging what we can."

"It is your choice. Make it. Before someone else does it for you."

Frost seems quite interested in making a choice, but keeps himself from doing so.


Suddenly, up on the Sanctuary, the heat from the fire causes a great surprise. The entire Sanctuary, formerly frozen solid, explodes in an enormous blast of ice shards. The dragon opens his eyes, and the shards stop in midair.
"What is this?" He spots Aidan fighting (from his perspective) Lynora and her allies. He hesitates, then flies down to Lynora.
:Take the boy up to the Sanctuary. I can dispose of him for you:


Meanwhile, in the Sanctuary, almost the entire area has turned into a giant ice cube. In that it is completely frozen. Frost sits in the ice, his eyes close.


"No!" The air returns to its normal temperature. "You shall not defeat me again! Begone, undead abomination!" Frost screams a spell and the Mask is thrown from the Sanctuary. In the same breath, he shouts a prayer to a strange draconic god, and he adds new wards to the wards around the Sanctuary.
Despite himself, Frost slumps to the ground. He has to rest...and he is too tired to warn the others...he regrets this, of course, but he is safe...


...And Frost's eyes snap open. He hisses like a cat and leaps up, back arched.
"I've found you! At last, I shall have revenge for what you have done to me! I never forget!"
The dragon breathes water, which in a heartbeat freezes into spiked ice, which then separates.
Ten icy spears fire at the undead creature.


lynora-Jill wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:

The great wyrm hisses. "I cannot 'set it aside', child. He enslaved me, and forced me to guard that which destroys, the instrument of chaos, the hateful musician. When he was freed, I was very nearly destroyed. The Mask knew I could not stand against it, but it sent me there nonetheless, to delay it. I will never put my hatred aside.

"However, I will take up your offer. I need to rest, and the Servants will not stop searching until I have been disposed of. I thank you." The dragon nods, coldly.
"But I give you advice: The Mask is never your ally. He fights for law, but believe me: He is every bit your enemy. You should not permit him in your Eyrie."

"You were guarding..." her eyes widen with surprise. "You have my sincere gratitude then for even trying."

She handed him a feather. "You may use this to call on me in time of need."
"Oh, and you shouldn't call me child. I'm older than you. And I've faced worse than the Mask before this. As I said, I prefer to keep him where I can see him. I am well aware that he has changed sides before."

"Thank you. But I am fairly certain you are younger than me. At least, the Goddess before me is. Of your original self...little remains. I judge by mindset, you see, and yours isn't as it used to be. Indeed, you are very young.

"I am sorry. I am what you would call an eccentric, though I have another name for it. I must go now." The dragon flies up, to the Sanctuary.


lynora-Jill wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:

"What? Impossible. I have very few enemies, most of which dead. I only know of one who is active, and I doubt he is here. Is the Mask here? He has done me significant harm, and I would indeed be quite willing to return the favor.

"However, that is neither here nor there. I require entry into your Eyrie. I have been experiencing a bit of trouble with a common enemy, and would like to temporarily gain a place to rest while I...prepare for my revenge."
"The Mask is here, or at least a piece of him. He is...not exactly a friend, but he has been at least at times an ally. The sort I prefer to keep where I can see him," she added drily. "I can understand that you may have animosity towards him, but this is a place of peace. Unless you can set that aside, you may not enter the Eyrie. However," she added, holding up a hand to forestall any forthcoming objection, "there is a place up there above the Eyrie," she pointed towards the top of the mountain. "A sanctuary of sorts. The wards are as strong, but the conditions of them worded differently. Only those with my express permission may enter there. You may rest there if you wish."

The great wyrm hisses. "I cannot 'set it aside', child. He enslaved me, and forced me to guard that which destroys, the instrument of chaos, the hateful musician. When he was freed, I was very nearly destroyed. The Mask knew I could not stand against it, but it sent me there nonetheless, to delay it. I will never put my hatred aside.

"However, I will take up your offer. I need to rest, and the Servants will not stop searching until I have been disposed of. I thank you." The dragon nods, coldly.
"But I give you advice: The Mask is never your ally. He fights for law, but believe me: He is every bit your enemy. You should not permit him in your Eyrie."


lynora-Jill wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
Little Kiba wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
The great white dragon flies far overhead. As he attempts to enter the Eyrie, however, he encounters a barricade. He sighs, and looks around for a Starhawk or some other inhabitant.

A phantom wind brings a scent to Lk, like one he once semlled in the forest, but with an unnatural chill to it. Almost like ice that never melted... He glances up at the Eyrie's opening to the air above.

"Dragon..."

He begins to swiftly climb up towards the opening, wondering why a dragon would choose to be so close to a place guarded by a deity...

"You there! Boy! I must speak with the Goddess! I require entry, and the wards forbid that."

The wind swirls in strange patterns, finally coalescing into the form of Lynora-Jill.

"The only way that the wards would prevent you from entering the Eyrie is if you meant harm to someone here. This is not a particularly auspicious beginning to our conversation as it does tend to make me somewhat wary of trusting you. But since you are here and I am here, then speak your piece," she said calmly.

"What? Impossible. I have very few enemies, most of which dead. I only know of one who is active, and I doubt he is here. Is the Mask here? He has done me significant harm, and I would indeed be quite willing to return the favor.

"However, that is neither here nor there. I require entry into your Eyrie. I have been experiencing a bit of trouble with a common enemy, and would like to temporarily gain a place to rest while I...prepare for my revenge."


Little Kiba wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:
The great white dragon flies far overhead. As he attempts to enter the Eyrie, however, he encounters a barricade. He sighs, and looks around for a Starhawk or some other inhabitant.

A phantom wind brings a scent to Lk, like one he once semlled in the forest, but with an unnatural chill to it. Almost like ice that never melted... He glances up at the Eyrie's opening to the air above.

"Dragon..."

He begins to swiftly climb up towards the opening, wondering why a dragon would choose to be so close to a place guarded by a deity...

"You there! Boy! I must speak with the Goddess! I require entry, and the wards forbid that."


The great white dragon flies far overhead. As he attempts to enter the Eyrie, however, he encounters a barricade. He sighs, and looks around for a Starhawk or some other inhabitant.


Kytania the Cenobyte wrote:
Frost the Ancient wrote:

...

"I really do love that spell. Destroy them."
The stone golems turn on the Gugs and attack.
Seriously, how long can it take to kill about a dozen Gugs? If The Giggler is comin' ot, it won't be from these clowns.

OK, If you want to ratchet it up, I hope this wont turn into a 'Bulrog has many powers' scenario ...

The Stone golems tear the Gugs apart, their limbs twitching and ripping the rocky constructs asunder as they are dismembered. As they fall, the chains that had blocked the entrance fall away and reform into a humanoid shape.

Lizard? Are you ready to release my beloved?

Frost shudders.

"No, I am not. But I cannot defeat you. Had Candle Lighter not fled, I could have. But the coward left."
He signals, and the stone golems all line up in front of the chalice. Frost speaks a few wards over them, then sadly gives them their orders. He speaks a word over the chalice, and a hissing can be heard. Then he turns to the entrance.
"A shame I cannot teleport..." He mutters, then charges. He speaks a spell as he flies, and suddenly the cave entrance collapses on the figure. He flies out while she is distracted, and soon the great wyrm is gone.
The stone golems, though, remain, guarding the chalice, as a bit of final resistance.

All wards are now gone.


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Frost the Ancient wrote:

Frost swears.

"Candle Lighter, get back here! Dammit!"
He casts a spell, and razor-sharp icicles fly out of the walls and straight into the hearts of the remaining Gugs, who had been standing around in a daze.
"Whatever is out there is going to have a hell of a fight on her hands..."
The Gugs roar and pull the iciles from their thoraxes. They flip them towards the large dragon, piercing his hide and causing gouts of blood to stream out and freeze on the floor. The Gugs advance, raising their silver hammers high, aiming to crush Frost's skull. Their glowing blue eyes bore into him as the fog of their breath causes the cold cave to get even more frigid.

Frost glares.

"This is taking far too long. Gugs could not survive those wounds. Something must be enhancing them..." He mutters.
He casts a spell, and half the Gugs suddenly turn to stone. Then they animate.

"I really do love that spell. Destroy them."
The stone golems turn on the Gugs and attack.
Seriously, how long can it take to kill about a dozen Gugs? If The Giggler is comin' ot, it won't be from these clowns.

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