Ked grimaces, searching the area quickly while trying to press himself into the deeper shadows.
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"What about you, old man? You reek of magic but even so, in the words of River's Wind, 'chance is a fickle b&@~!,'" Ked paused, "I can promise that sounds more eloquent and deep in my native tongue."
Ked lapses into silence studying the drifting patterns in the darkness, his dark eyes settling on the walking stick that Ming carried.
GM: Do I have time to figure out where they are? I'd need another two rounds to determine where the auras emanate from.
"She said your cart is damaged, she wants to help," Ked said louder, squinting his eyes to try and make out any details.
"Stop there," Ked called out to the figure approaching. "We're a bunch of ornery escaped monsters. Turn back if you don't want any trouble."
Ked snorted in derision at the look on Laryn's face. "Come now, little gyrepup, surely we aren't all that odious to look upon. We are siblings in our mutual plight and I would be loathed to let a single one of my brothers or sisters... or whatever each unique case may be, come to harm." He jabbed with his pilfered spear a few times, getting used to the weight before unceremoniously tossing it aside in favor of scimitar and dagger. "This may not be the proudest company I've fought beside but it company all the same."
"You would be equally amused to see that which crawls out of the ground back home," Ked said. "Kedarran Kripta," Ked said to the grey creature. He could have told her his rank and the titles attached but doubted it would carry any weight with his new companions.
Ked puts on the amulet as the talking blob motioned him to do so and suddenly was able to understand the others. "Very well," Ked rumbled, "I shall take point, fall back if you run into trouble."
Ked finishes beating the guard into unconsciousness and grabs the various weapons from him before stripping the unfortunate soul out of his armor. He pulls on the studded leather, finding it barely fits his bulkier form but protects him none the less. Thusly armed and armored he turns to the source of his deliverance. "So what are you lot then?" He asks the menagerie.
Ked ignores the lizardman for the moment, not questioning his sudden freedom and promptly leaps on the wounded guard and pummels the man with his bare fists.
My next move is to be stuck in a cage and yell at the guards.
"Why don't you come in here with that little stick?" Ked barked at the guard, moving up to the bars of his cage.
Ked pulls off his hood once he hears his captors leave and focuses, the pitiless pits of his eyes piercing the shadows like a knife. "What do you want?" He asked the newcomer before looking up at them.
"Come on! Don't tell me you nancies are afraid of the dark!" Ked yells at them sick of being at their mercy and trying to provoke a reaction
"Keep it up skinny, you would be so demanding if I were free," Ked said, but started walking again.
"Release me," Ked growled at his captors, sick of this game. He stopped walking and yanked at his bindings trying to break them.
Cold and dark had become Kedarran's world. The dark did not bother him, his vision was not such a paltry thing that it required light but the cold was becoming an irritant. He knew he was underground, that much was certain and when his captors realized he was as more adapted to the dark than even they were, they settled for putting his head in a bag of black cloth. Ked growled something unflattering at his captors in his native tongue. Their response was to mock him in their lilting language. He felt no uncertain amount of shame to have been captured by these things. If anything, they resembled the Car-Vallis, that is to say that they were scrawny, slow and delicate. Ked snorted through his nose and tested his bindings again. If they stopped anytime soon, he would try to burst his bonds and reclaim his weapons, then they would regret having captured him.
Was I part of the original batch of kidnapped aliens?
You lot would be better suited to make that call than me but I'm always in favor of off-the-wall character concepts.
I believe the PC that is waiting to play will post a lot. Correct, I am a pretty rapid poster
And dear god would we get lost. The way I had imagined it was that the Cairns had started out as a simple enough series of burial chambers but as things crawled out of them and the ambient magic leaked by their prisoners built up and warped the area, more and more complex fortifications and security systems had to be put in place. You start with somberly gorgeous gothic architecture on the outer layers but the deeper you go, the more worryingly organic everything seems to look. Constantly remapping and rebuilding is one of the primary tasks of the Efframore.
Totally, if you want to hash some stuff out with me, I'd be glad to help set up the proper tone and style. I'm also going to do some re-writing of Ked to make him more independent and fit into the campaign better.
Good to see this moving along at a nice clip
Are you willing to give us any hints or must we wait with baited breath?
Sorry, already in one.
Definitely, I'll wait it out until then
Congratulations to every one. (^_^)Scarlet, your avatar fits you perfectly ... :-) Yeah, seriously. HEY EVERYONE, I'm going to try and bait another DM into a campaign in a similar flavor to this. Feel free to drop by and express interest when I have the thread up.
True-true, 15 rp is a pretty reasonable race too, so there is a pretty good chance someone else can be convince to let it into a game.
Whelp. Have fun guys.
Cool with me
Just finished putting together the Callamore, sort of the Cairn-Warden version of the Drow Nobles. I'm figuring out the stats of the other castes as well. Check my alias if you want to see them.
*Sound of champing at the bit*
You should definitely not bite off more than you can chew
"My yurt is adorned with the gronch skins of a thousand Orc tribe warlords!"
Thanks a ton boss
Alright, Kedarran Kripta, the Efframore Witchguard is pretty much complete. Let me know if you have any questions, demands or suggestions. |