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T'lam T'listillit Shadowbourne wrote:
Hastniss D'raxsiladaimanos wrote:
T'lam T'listillit Shadowbourne wrote:
Hastniss D'raxsiladaimanos wrote:
T'lam T'listillit Shadowbourne wrote:
Johnny Lawrence wrote:
"Wisened one, perhaps you could use your magic to lower me down safely?" Johnny suggests as he looks over the edge, then backs up and prepares to make a running jump.

Um... don't get mad, but that wasn't super specific, and given the Shadowbourne's demonstrated 'wisdom', such a request has predictable results with him...

The mojh regards Johnny quizzically, cocking its strange reptilian profile, equal parts chameleon and iguana, to a slightly uncomfortable-seeming tilt,

"Why, yes, Johnny, I would, myself, indeed, were I so to desire and acquiesce, since, as you must know, those two are not the same, but I am capable, and indeed willing, with regards to both..."

"Anyway, yes, I could do that, but that is quite a far, far, far ways down, and I'm not sure what you're going to do down there that's going to be of any particular use to us in the present enterprise in which we are so earnestly engaged, alongside these new associates..."

"Anyhoo, I'll bring you back up in a few minutes, and do be sure to tell me if you see anything interesting down there!"

Johnny begins to lower precipitously into the volcanic pipe, far below the company's current horizon of vision.

The dracha's fearsome jaws, equal parts in aspect that of a crocodile and tyrannosaurus, gape in shock at his mystical associate's pronouncement.

He quickly recovers, a slight plume of steam escaping his flared nostrils in an elegant pair of rings.

"Dragon God of Gods and Dragons! What do you think you're doing?

"What do you mean? He said he wanted help going down, I'm simply obliging, as is my nature."
"Clearly that's not what he meant."
"Huh? Clearly what's not?"

The dracha shakes his horned head in consternation and glides down on his immense pair of black bat wings, the pinions of which rake the night air with a slight whistle as he descends to grab hold of Johnny and deliver him to the edge of the volcanic shelf on which rests the fortress of the pale white skinned creatures and their victim.


T'lam T'listillit Shadowbourne wrote:
Hastniss D'raxsiladaimanos wrote:
T'lam T'listillit Shadowbourne wrote:
Johnny Lawrence wrote:
"Wisened one, perhaps you could use your magic to lower me down safely?" Johnny suggests as he looks over the edge, then backs up and prepares to make a running jump.

Um... don't get mad, but that wasn't super specific, and given the Shadowbourne's demonstrated 'wisdom', such a request has predictable results with him...

The mojh regards Johnny quizzically, cocking its strange reptilian profile, equal parts chameleon and iguana, to a slightly uncomfortable-seeming tilt,

"Why, yes, Johnny, I would, myself, indeed, were I so to desire and acquiesce, since, as you must know, those two are not the same, but I am capable, and indeed willing, with regards to both..."

"Anyway, yes, I could do that, but that is quite a far, far, far ways down, and I'm not sure what you're going to do down there that's going to be of any particular use to us in the present enterprise in which we are so earnestly engaged, alongside these new associates..."

"Anyhoo, I'll bring you back up in a few minutes, and do be sure to tell me if you see anything interesting down there!"

Johnny begins to lower precipitously into the volcanic pipe, far below the company's current horizon of vision.

The dracha's fearsome jaws, equal parts in aspect that of a crocodile and tyrannosaurus, gape in shock at his mystical associate's pronouncement.

He quickly recovers, a slight plume of steam escaping his flared nostrils in an elegant pair of rings.

"Dragon God of Gods and Dragons! What do you think you're doing?

"What do you mean? He said he wanted help going down, I'm simply obliging, as is my nature."

"Clearly that's not what he meant."


T'lam T'listillit Shadowbourne wrote:
Johnny Lawrence wrote:
"Wisened one, perhaps you could use your magic to lower me down safely?" Johnny suggests as he looks over the edge, then backs up and prepares to make a running jump.

Um... don't get mad, but that wasn't super specific, and given the Shadowbourne's demonstrated 'wisdom', such a request has predictable results with him...

The mojh regards Johnny quizzically, cocking its strange reptilian profile, equal parts chameleon and iguana, to a slightly uncomfortable-seeming tilt,

"Why, yes, Johnny, I would, myself, indeed, were I so to desire and acquiesce, since, as you must know, those two are not the same, but I am capable, and indeed willing, with regards to both..."

"Anyway, yes, I could do that, but that is quite a far, far, far ways down, and I'm not sure what you're going to do down there that's going to be of any particular use to us in the present enterprise in which we are so earnestly engaged, alongside these new associates..."

"Anyhoo, I'll bring you back up in a few minutes, and do be sure to tell me if you see anything interesting down there!"

Johnny begins to lower precipitously into the volcanic pipe, far below the company's current horizon of vision.

The dracha's fearsome jaws, equal parts in aspect that of a crocodile and tyrannosaurus, gape in shock at his mystical associate's pronouncement.

He quickly recovers, a slight plume of steam escaping his flared nostrils in an elegant pair of rings.

"Dragon God of Gods and Dragons! What do you think you're doing?


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"I'm quite ready to shoot something."

"Just please make sure you aim in the right direction this time, I'm still trying to repair my kitchen from the last time you came over."


Johnny Lawrence wrote:
"So, once again, what are our plans to deal with these two groups of creatures?" asks Johnny in a normal tone of voice.

"I vote we restrain from shooting anything until we're absolutely sure that's the best course of action."

The dracha pointedly regards the sabre-toothed litorian as he utters this statement.


"Now you're doing it"


"Blast, I think you're right."

As this post displays, everyone needs to be careful what they want to share. Thoughts in the psionic network Misra has created should be in italics, and those words which are intended only for one's fellow party in bold, as before.


"That was an impressive, almost unprecedented restraint on your part, Tli'tilatom, maybe they won't assume we're all fools for a few more minutes yet."


Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

"Gorram! That thrice-cursed giantess... it's all your fault too T'lia Tham!" the dracha concludes by using a more than slightly-insulting diminutive to refer to the mojh.


Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

"No... no it doesn't!" The dracha bellows.

He turns to the mojh,

"Does this delightful priest's recollections offer any suggestions as to what exactly that might be?"


Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

The dracha grunts loudly, releasing two elegant rings of smoke from its flared nostrils,

"Despite finding his bastardization of the culinary arts infinitely detestable, I cannot find fault with this upstart's objections, to which I wish to join my own plaint."

His attention is then suddenly and irresistibly drawn by some arresting vision in the window to which the rest of the company currently are displaying their posterior portions,

"Great God of Dragons, what in the Million Worlds could that be?"


Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

The dracha slams his head forcibly into the surface of his right palm, and then looks up again,

"Nope, still here, blast."


Seiðr wrote:
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Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

The dracha's horn-rimmed jaw drops in shock at Seidr's response.

Then, his eyes narrow into knife like slits, and Hastniss unfolds his substantial wingspan to its greatest extent, the leathery pinions of the black appendages rippling slightly from the excited motion of their speedy unfurling.

"I am not so small as all that! I don't see why the troublesome mojh even agreed to bring you along myself -- as if giants, the sworn enemies of the true and right masters of the Diamond Throne, my rightful lieges, could contribute anything to our venture. You're only here because your fellows decided to cut their losses and dispose of you along with us. I have no doubt if those cursed Scalebreakers Elisena's brought along with her weren't here to make of your lying head a shrunken trophy by means of their secretive ranger training in De-Shamod, that you'd have thrown your lot in with them too!"

He growls again,

"I am not small! But you are stupid!


Utrim Obolus wrote:
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Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

The dracha finally gazes over at Utrim,

"And what do you think you're doing exactly? Surely you don't imagine you're going to evolve staring out a window? I can't believe you haven't gotten up already to hear what our 'wise and sagacious' scholar has to say about the current predicament."

"I'd complain more about his having roped me into this mess back in the western dragon territories of Pallembor, except that the mojh leave behind their gender in the course of their evolution, so that wouldn't be strictly correct, and, as you might be able to discern already, I'm rather a sticker for correctness."

He glares at both Johnny and Seidr once again,

"Correctness you two hear!"

The dracha shakes his head with s slight violence,

"Gorram! That upstart fry cook makes me mad!"


Johnny Lawrence wrote:
** spoiler omitted **

Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

Having chastised Seidr as much so far as he feels capable, Hastniss returns his attention to the impertinent chef,

"You cast aspersions on the good name and salubrious effect of yak butter! Make no mistake, your unavoidable judgment will be in accordance with your crime! Clarified dairy brooks no such umbrage!"

Exhausting his vituperation,the dracha renews his entreaty,

"Fortunately for your indecent person, the Shadowbourne is matured in his studies beyond earthly considerations, and so can overlook your deficiencies in this regard -- are you coming or not?"


Seiðr wrote:
** spoiler omitted **

Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

The dracha forcibly exudes a small ring of smoke from his flared nostrils,

"Well, then, you're both culinary ingrates! Great Erixalimar, God King of Dragons, why do you afflict me so!"

Hastniss shakes his head slightly, as if throwing off the unwanted residue of a rainstorm,

"I have no recourse, but the Shadowbourne wants to see you anyway, are you coming or not?"


Johnny Lawrence wrote:
** spoiler omitted **

Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

The dracha snorts loudly, forcibly discharging heated air through his reptilian snout.

"Gorram! Your are unbearable!"

He turns his attention pointedly to Sedir,

"What did you think? Surely, you can't believe he fairly won that travesty of a challenge? Please, reassure me that all the inhabitants of the east have not taken leave of their senses in the long absence of the dragons from their ancestral territories!"

Hatniss then also notices Utrim,

"And you as well -- what do you think. Surely, you're not sympathetic either?"


Johnny Lawrence wrote:

Johnny is a Human with short blonde hair and fair skin. He wears a sleeveless black Karate Gi and carries a small pack on his back, from which comes the subtle hint of the smell of herbs.

It is clear from the scars on the backs of his hands that he is a skilled unarmed fighter, and he has an almost aggressive self assuredness about him.

** spoiler omitted **

Prisoners of the Scarab Hold:

The player's are currently located on the observation deck the Dragon Keep, or Spires of Apep, the central stronghold of the fort complex.

This is the map of The Spires of Apep: The Central Keep. On the 'key', they are in area 4 on level 7 -- the open observation deck. Let me know if that's clear.

This is a map of The Scarab Hold: The Fortress of the High Templar Ahmun-Ahnpur -- Overview. The first floor of the Dragon Keep is visible in the bottom of the map. Let me know, too, if that's clear.

The mojh sage has dispatched his trustworthy emissary Hastniss to collect his patron's newest assortment of fellow travelers. Cutting a thoroughly intimidating image, the gruff dracha is completed encased in a dense carapace of bright red scales which appears to be as strong as any armor created by mortal hands.

To this natural armament, Hatniss has appended a suit of black plate ornamented with several dozen jagged spines, the edges of which are serrated in the manner of a shark's tooth, as well as an intricate lattice work of golden filigree.

He also wears a black cape, the lining of which is a luxurious red velvet somehow even more evocative of freshly spilled blood than his scales. A glistening golden chain secures the collared cape to his thick reptilian neck.

As he catches sight of Johnny, he takes the opportunity to settle a lingering score, while still delivering the messages of his patron -- the mojh sage known as the Shadowborn.

"You there, Talias," he employs his nickname for the mojh T'lamt'listillit, "has uncovered some important new findings in the keep's archives which he wishes to share with all concerned."

His duty fulfilled, Hastniss proceeds to indulge his own prerogatives,

"I want you to know Johnny, that I was a spectator of your 'eel battle' with the littorian iron chef Sakai Kaiyamodo Flauberte in the kitchens of Navasha's Folly, and you, sir, are a poseur, an amateur, and a dilettante."

"You are certainly no iron chef."

"Iron chef Sakai is a true master of the culinary arts, and prepares the traditional cuisine of the west in the traditional fashion. He is a craftsman, a master artisan!"

"No, no, no, make no mistake -- the fact that your attention-seeking fusion concoctions attracted the notice of the poorly-selected judges is no judgment on master chef Flauberte's preeminence."