Vincent continues to stab at the nearest spirit with his longspear.
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Tazwell looks at Vincent and asks: "Aren't you a sorcerer? Don't you know any sorcery?" Not quite sure why the bard asks a question he already knows the answer to, the sorcerer simply responds, "Yes." He hesitates a moment before simply asking, "I would gather there's a point you are trying to make with your question?" But his attention is quickly turned to the newcomers who seem to have come out of nowhere. Seeing how the appear to be friendly, "Ah, reinforcements. Very good."
"It is... possible. Flying over the tentacles may prove more beneficial though."
Unconcerned with the elemental, Vincent continues to stab at the nearest spirit.
Vincent stabs at the nearest spirit.
Vincent brings out his dragon wings and takes to the air towards the spirits, drawing his longspear as he does.
Vincent nods, "Very well."
"I fear I do not possess that type of magic either, Hylota. Tazwell?" he asks, looking to the bard.
Vincent agrees as well and continues his flight following right behind the others.
Vincent unfurls his wings and takes to the air, drawing his longspear as he does. He flies to within twenty feet above the nearest statue.
Noticing the clock, he looks on in curiosity and decides to investigate.
"Hard to disagree, Tazwell. I daresay in all my studies, I do not recollect this depiction." The sorcerer then looks around himself with his arcane sight as his eyes glow a deep blue.
Vincent remains where he is with his typical calm demeanor, keeping a curious eye out for any others that might pay them a visit. "Fascinating place to be sure," he says as if he's sightseeing on vacation.
"Let us investigate." Vincent then proceeds toward the church-like building. As he approaches and sees the flowing fountain, he looks upon it curiously. "Fascinating. How it is not frozen is truly fascinating." He then looks toward the building, "Shall we enter through the front door? Or is there some other method preferred that we should use?" he honestly asks.
Watching the dragon disperse, Vincent lands and returns to his normal form. Brushing off his sleeves he looks to the others, "To the Torc it is. Let us proceed."
Vincent nods and removes it from his pack. Placing the burning scale upon the ground, Vincent steps back and his form begins to change. His smooth skin shifts to the form of scales, wings sprout from his back, and his hands and feet become claws as he finishes his transformation into the bronze dragon who's blood flows through his veins. Taking to the air about fifteen feet up, Vincent takes a deep draconic breath and unleashes a mighty electrical blast upon the burning scale. Looking upon the scale before turning to the white dragon, "Is that sufficient?" he honestly asks.
Taken slightly aback, he gathers himself and turns to the others. "We must return to the great White; she is in need of this." Vincent then starts back in the direction of the white dragon.
Vincent narrows his eyes in curiosity a moment as the door shuts. "What do you suppose he meant by that? The 'nesting ones'?"
Vincent nods, "Thank you." The sorcerer proceeds to walk over and retrieve the flaming scale before returning to the others. He then patiently waits for the conversation to end.
Vincent perks up a moment as he concentrates on the voice. Turning his attention back to the troll when the voice goes silent, "I believe I am in need of the flaming scale, Shathbardok. May I acquire it?"
Vincent pulls out the idol from his pack, "Whoever 'this' is is the one doing the talking I would gather."
As the troll speaks, Vincent cuts his eyes toward the the flaming scale for a moment. Narrowing his eyes in thought, Hm... that might prove useful. With the troll's broken common, Vincent attempts to make conversation easier. Giant: "I am Vincent and it is I that she speaks to. I only found this room because she showed it to me in a vision. Is that how you were able to find her as well?"
"Ah, velcome. Haz zhe spook to you az vell? Come een, and let her ken yer name." Stepping forward, "Yes. It is I she has spoken to. And I confess I am curious as to who 'she' is and the purpose behind which she has called."
Staring off into nothing for a moment, Vincent turns to the others. "I feel we should return to the chamber to where the giants made their camp. I believe it to be necessary," he states plainly. He then heads back into giant's lair and looks around for a specific wall.
Pondering in deep thought, "Okay, I shall give this a go. If it does not work then maybe we should attempt at flying over. Although, I am not so sure it can't reach us. And if that doesn't work...," he pauses, thinking on it a moment before reaching into his pack and pulling out a rod. The sorcerer builds up his magic from within and then shoots his arms out in front of him, hands extended out with the rod in one of them, aiming for the lot of the statues. And as he does, a multitude of tiny slivers that sparkle like diamonds come shooting out at a fantastic speed in a wide cone.
"I would gather not. At least, not without the negative energy treating us most unkind." He shrugs. "But I honestly do not know."
"Well that's creepy." Taz comments to the others.
"As Hylota mentioned, we need to find a way to destroy the statues. Within each of them glows a blue... something no larger than the doll of a child. I don't suppose any of you have a course of action for accomplishing such a feat?"
Pondering their options, something is suddenly telling him to use his magical sight. Concentrating on the room, his eyes once again glow a deep blue and he looks about the room.
Observing the scene, "Maybe if we destroyed them all, that may make all the difference. But if not, I fear I am at a loss on how to proceed."
Vincent watches as not only Szasa makes her way through but also Tazwell. Seeing Hylota have a rough go of it, "I shall await for your success, Hylota, and then I shall proceed after you." Charisma check after Hylota succeeds: Once Hylota finally makes it through, Vincent takes his turn. Pushing against it, he finds it as solid as stone.
Trying once again, he finds himself able to walk right through it.
Taking his loss with a grain of salt, "It appears I am incorrect." Looking upon the idol once more he narrows his eyes as if looking at 'something' and then relaxes. "Fascinating," he mutters to himself as he now tries a different tactic.
Vincent loses himself in thought a moment before finally placing the idol back within his pack. "No, Lady Szasa, I'm afraid...," he stops in mid-sentence in thought again and then his eyes go wide. "WAIT! I'VE GOT IT!" he exclaims, and then immediately finds himself a bit embarrassed at his outburst. Giving an awkward clearing of his throat, "Um, please forgive me. I'm not sure what came over me," he states plainly before continuing on as if nothing happened; withdrawing the idol once again from his pack. "The lady here is the key; she must be. I'm not exactly sure how she is but she is. And I can tell you after studying it just a moment ago there is an altar somewhere within this cavern dedicated to her. At least, that is my theory. Now... let us see if she will open the door for us, shall we?" He then moves to the door with the idol in hand. Unsure of what to do, he places his empty hand on the door first to see if that triggers anything.
As the others work on the door, Vincent takes a moment and removes the idol from his pack to examine it. "Let us see if we can determine what power you hold, Milady," he mutters under his breath as his eyes begin to glow a deep blue.
Relieved the giants have some sense about them, Vincent moves up to the door and examines it. "'Only by the Power of Faith shall ye pass beyond', is what the door reads. As far as any other clues on how to open this door, well, that is beyond me I'm afraid." Rubbing his chin in thought, "'Power of Faith... Power of Faith', I am curious as to what is meant by that."
Vincent floats to the ground and retracts his wings. Dusting off his sleeves he looks to the giants nonchalantly as he crosses his arms. "Well, you have one more opportunity to surrender, OR, you can meet the same fate as that one," he tells the remaining giants as he motions toward their headless leader. "The choice is yours. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit more diplomatic than my ally over there," he glances over at Szasa, "so I would HIGHLY recommend you yield. Unless, of course, you prefer dying over living," he states as a matter of fact, shrugging.
From his perspective up above, he looks over at the giants and shakes his head, calling out to them, "Your beast companion has fallen and your leader is soon to follow! I would highly recommend standing down," he simply suggests.
Vincent spreads his draconic wings and takes to the air as well. "Well if you choose not to surrender, Ferric, then you will most certainly die where you stand. You have not seen what the Lady can do to those of your ilk," he motions to Szasa, "but... you soon will," he states as a matter of fact.
Nodding, "Very well. Take down the really big one and the others will give up and/or flee; ergo, we hold up our end of the bargain by not killing Narak's brother. A fine plan," he states plainly.
"Very well," he responds in a dreamlike manner while staring at the wall for a few more moments as if looking right through it. "What purpose do you serve I wonder," he mumbles to himself before turning and following after the others.
Vincent shakes himself free from... whatever it was and looks to the south wall. Moving over to it, he taps on it and studies it a moment. "I believe there is an altar on the other side of this wall," he says to the others as he remains fixated on the wall.
Shaking his head, "Keep your coins; they are of no use. But the idol may of be of some importance." Vincent moves over and takes the idol freely, unconcerned with the giant's fear of touching it. "And I give you my word to do all I can to spare your brother. Please do not betray us, for your sake. Because I must warn you, if you decide to join your comrades and fight us... then you must understand that our position in sparing your life a second time will not exist," he states as a matter of fact. "The choice is ultimately yours. Good day to you," he nods.
Vincent looks to the women looking somewhat surprised, "And there you have it. It looks like 'reasonable' it is. It appears they are not ALL foolish." He then turns to the conversation at hand, "And after you let us know who this Ferric is, I would like to know about these treasures you speak of."
Taking notice of the sleeping giant, "Mayhap this one could be more reasonable? Or do we simply let him be? I am no assassin and would obviously prefer parley if we decide not to leave him be."
After listening intently to the witch, "Fascinating. Well from the demon's perspective, it now makes perfect sense why the demon chooses to war against Baba Yaga. Of course his battle is in vain but if nothing else... an 'e' for effort he has earned," he states as a matter of fact, shrugging.
"Demon lord with a rivalry versus Baba Yaga you say? Hm. For a demon so powerful it would appear he is quite foolish."
As the battle comes to a close, Vincent's claws retract, reforming back into his hands. And his dragon face and teeth revert back to normal as well as he lands upon the ground and retracts his wings. "Well... I must confess that that was...," he pauses, taking a moment to find the right word before going with, "efficient. Well done, all."
As the giant's axe manages to find flesh through the magical defenses of the sorcerer, Vincent unleashes multiple attacks against the giant in response.
Vincent flies to the nearest one and only his hands and his head change form into that of sharp claws and that of a dragon's head with razor sharp teeth respectively as he attempts to take a bite out of the giant.
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