I squint and look over in the direction of the wolves but starting walking in khalaban's chosen direction. "Hopefully we don't lose track of the tree."
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"I hail from Kold'dari, It's a Fairly large Federation of kingdoms far to the east... at least it was east of where I was last before being taken here."
as we move along I look mostly at the trees and foliage making a note of any irregularities I notice compared to more 'terrestrial' versions.
"I suppose... but shouldn't we be getting along down the mountain toward that tree?"
"people here sure have a lot of fancy titles... Xanthous was it? you're the fifth of all that?"
"specalties?", I scratch my chin with a claw, then rather sheepishly "I know how to pick locks pretty well..."
I squint my eyes as he says 'little'. I point down the hill, "That way... Sir". "Wait, I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves to each other. My Name is Mheral Ayazral, though Mheral is fine since we'll be traveling together."
I feel the need to quote these Mojo rules so they don't go missed.
I land on top of a tree and try to carefully look for any discernible land marks.
I then will fly back down, untransform and explain to them the territory as I saw it.
Howling Dan I noticed you still don't got your basic combat stats on the bar below your name, while not required, I can attest to how much easier this makes the job for the GM. You can do this by putting the stats in the class section of your profile. my favorite part is being able to easy tell people's perception modifier and senses so that they don't need to ask us to make perception checks and can roll them for us(in secret if need be).
I take a deep breath of the new world's air. "I really didn't expect the transition to be so sudden." Hearing Penkus's comment "on it".
As a 1-1/2 foot long tan dragon, I fly up above the trees.
that made me laugh far too much.
donion rings.
"well, I'm Koldemar so I'll probably be fine in the south and east. Don't trouble yourself with it too much I'm used to various cultures having a sour attitude to scaled folk. Besides, I like deserts AND The Tunnels Dwarves are so fond of, as well. I say that gives us a 50/50 chance of it not mattering, at least for a little while."
"I have a question, but not only for you, but for my teammates as well. I pause a moment and give a little sigh before I speak, it's apparent that I don't like what i'm about to say. "how aggressive should we be in pursuing and... disqualifying our competition... or are we to assume that the world will be enough? Mage Torrel do you know how easy it will be to locate each other or how close we will be upon the competition's start? For instance I heard mentions of alternate planes or something..."
"I feel much more upset about threatening to kill you now."
"so if someone on our team dies does that mean we're permanently down a member?"
Standing on one of the chairs raising my hand trying to get attention. Upon getting the attention "so ughm, when we get to that land, what exactly is our goal or objective, how do we 'win' this competition?" then hearing
To them it will be a flash, as if losing consciousness and then regaining it a minute later. "if we win, we do retain the memory I'm assuming?"
I approach the figures in the clearing if not to get a look at everyone but to also to "join them in the circle".
I stretch a little as I look around the room, it had been a while since a room was sized for him, and even though he didn't recognize the room it didn't bother him so much. After reading the note he let out an audible sign. New life? what exactly is that supposed to mean. I got up and dressed myself finding all my gear in order, I decide to open the door to "outside".
transformation and some self utility, none of his casting goes beyond himself. create's weapons and armor for himself as well.
Mheral at this point stands up again rubbing his head, "I feel better now". The "dragonkin" straightens out his back stretching a bit rising to easily touch the ceiling while doing so. "so then, where exactly are my winnings, they shouldn't be too far even if you DID teleport them"
"he called me a half-pint" Mheral says suddenly falling into depression. He crouches down rest on the large table "but I drank so many pints. " and with that his dragon blood tries to cleanse the rest of the alcohol from his blood.
Torrel steps back, obviously not up to the standard of taking on a dragon. "No matter what you do to me, prize money is still long gone." Mheral, obviously ignoring him, says "you called me half-pint!". I move to grapple him grabbing him by his shirt .
Mheral starts chuckling, small at first, but as he starts walking the chuckling gets a bit louder until he's a few feet from him. "what was that?"
Mheral scratches his chin with his claw "half-pint was it? The "Dragonkin" is obviously ticked off.
I hear clapping as I get out from under the barrel, I remember something about me getting a lot of money at the end of this. I should sober myself up a little bit. . My dragonblood starts working it's magic and reduces the alcohol level from being smashed to merely tipsy.
I get up and walk around the barrel looking for Torrel. walking around and leaning against the table "looks like I won" A bigger grin couldn't be upon my face as I laugh a little at my accomplishment.
I try really hard this time to life the barrel to get out. I'm just about to give up and try to transform again when it nudges itself over, and I try to crawl out. I get up outside of it with a sigh. "The barrel almost crushed me, good greif"
I stand up inside the barrel give my self a few pats on the face before trying to pick up the barrel and roll it while standing on the ground(sans-barrel).
The "dragon-kin"'s eyes by this point are glazed over as he goes to pick up the barrel and starts chewing a hole in the side to drink out of.
well I keep drinking until I feel sick, I'll crush the barrel against my head when I get to logar's barrel.
I drink the alcohol I guess.
The large "dragon-kin" ponders for a moment scratching his chin. Is this all really legal? "Okay, sounds like fun... I guess". I say it with an expression of mild confusion and curiosity, not really knowing what to expect from this event.
"will this do?" I say offering the shiny metal bar.
At seeing the drinks and barrels. He becomes a bit annoyed and exasperated at the situation, He drops the 2 observers and asks the "host" ... "Wait what, a Drinking competition? you've got to be kidding me." I look down and close my eyes and shake my head at the host. "so any rules?".
I glare at as I get pushed toward whatever awaits me.
The Kobold is at first confused "hey, wait... ughm, excuse me" Then quickly switches to anger "OI! what's going on here?".
"Being this short just won't do" "hmm, you're right"
The kobold quickly transforms into a hulking form more akin to a humanoid dragon standing roughly 10 feet tall and obviously hunched over slightly. His hat now barely covers his eyes and an impressive set of horns now curve through it and forward like a rams, however the tips facing forward menacingly. His clothes changed size and shape slightly to fit his new form, . The form is menacing. ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ He quickly disarms any tension he may have created with a rather embarrassed response to the crowd before anyone can truly try to look at him. "Very Sorry, Very Sorry... Sorry for the disturbance, Don't mind me, Very Sorry", Bowing his head in apology several times at many different people.
"Well, suppose that's it then" I hop down from the stool. "Not sure if I'll compete or anything but I do love these sort of things where ever I go." Then I casually walk toward's the stairs and head down.
After finished, I also replied to the man "I'm afraid I likely know less than you, I just arrived this very minute". I adjust myself on the stool trying to get my coat and tail over the back end of the stool. "I hope it lives up to expectations". At this point I take a quick glance at the figure that burst through the room, sizing him up for a moment, perhaps a bit startled, before quickly returning to his usual demeanor.
RP "So, I guess that means you came for the challenge as well?" I ask as I take a seat next to him at the appropriately sized bar. I rub my leg to soothe the day's sore.
----RP---- Character Description:
A small Tannish-yellow Kobold, wearing A Dark Woolen Over coat with many pockets keeping his possessions secure. he also wears a Similarly Dark wide-brimmed hat, he adjusts it occasionally to keep the sun and bright lights out of his eyes. When he takes off his coat he wears simple traveling wear that you'd attribute to a foreign land of a colder climate, well crafted out of Cotton's and some silk. I walk calmly into the bar looking for any possible tables sized for small folk, if there is none I take a seat at a "normal" unoccupied table. I sit down resting my legs from a days travel before searching the room for some service. ----RP End---- My character is melee oriented mixing shape shifting and armorist to stay armored and equiped for various encounters. With bluff, disable device, and stealth being his highest skills. |