Seems pretty safe. Pity. It was going to be a fun fight.
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Still here, GM. Just fyi.
Agreed. I don't want to be hasty.
GM: Would be happy to post more but I think I'm supposed to wait for updates from you. If not, I'll keep casting the same spell in the same way while moving in the same direction.
Temple:
Temple:
Amber:
GM:
Amber: Gorasha's brow furrows. In anger, she spits out
Amber: I fail to understand why you believe your frustration alone will overcome my arcane power? You are not some valued comrade whose opinion I value. You are merely a means and a witness to my power.
Amber: Gorasha leans with a smile over the halfling as she falls asleep. Bigger, yes. But I wouldn't be so sure about "better." I think Haliion will find your feisty spirit quite delicious.
Amber: Gorasha smiles at Amber, showing her small tusks. That's never going to happen, little thing. You know FAR too much. The half-orc takes another step backwards and casts a spell.
Amber:
Amber: Gorasha steps backward with a smirk of slight surprise on her face. She sighs in mild annoyance. No one seems to appreciate the intricacies of such rituals and the grand scale on which they take place. I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way, then.
Amber: Smiling in pleasure, the enchantress leans over Amber, holding a ceremonial dagger in her hand. Yes, yes. This is going very well indeed, as I predicted. My plans are all coming beautifully to fruition. She traces the dagger gently along Amber's exposed arm before pressing harder into the flesh and drawing a stream of blood. Yes... Yes... The perfect ceremony...Cities will burn...
Amber: Gorasha smiles at Amber's attitude and desire to converse. You are more correct than you know about the deception we achieve. The outside world knows nothing of the might that is growing in this place. Soon, all will see my power. As to my methods, I assure you I have planned them out most carefully. You'd be shocked by the challenging and inconvenient variety of travelers we get. A sleeping potion would not serve against that half-elf. A poison would likely fail against the dwarf. And we even had a wyrwood disguising itself as a human. Didn't even notice until I saw that it had poured all of my lovely dwarf-meat stew into a bag instead of actually eating it. Gorasha shakes her head in mock concern. No, no. My way is best. This way we deal with each customer individually and ensure they receive the proper care and thus are ready to serve their ultimate ends. Speaking of which, you are ready. The half-orc throws back her head and chants in a manic whisper.
Amber: The half-orc smiles at Amber's discomfort. Don't worry, darling. You're very much not my type. But I do think you'll prove very useful, nonetheless. What interests me is power and you're going to help me get it. All of it. Gorasha closes her eyes and resumes muttering arcane incantations.
Haha. Nice, Throkk.
Amber: A middle-aged female half-orc wearing a chef's apron greets you in the stables. She turns toward you with a tusky grin. It does look like you could use some rest.
A couple of half-orcs walk into the tavern. A middle-aged female and old male have come to share drinks after a hard day's work. Those who aren't regulars shift somewhat uncomfortably at the half-breeds but the regulars don't mind Gorasha and her father, who generally knock back a few ales while conversing in low tones then head home quietly. The blacksmith, however, never fails to get angry at their appearance. Ever since Gorasha came to town with that "mending" of hers, his business has fallen off considerably. But his friends keep him in line. One of them calms him down, explaining There's still plenty o' work for ye, Sam. People still need new tools and every now and again someone wants a weapon. Gorasha does good work and keeps to 'erself. She just wants to support 'er parents and read 'er books. Later, when the blacksmith has left, Gorasha comes over to her advocate. Hesitantly, she expresses her appreciation Thank you for talking Sam. I no want trouble. Have drink on me. She puts down a few coppers and heads home with her father.
Female half-orc wizard. Let's do this. |