Sherren frowns upon hearing the whole of Elan's speech, even as she finishes up packing things into her magic bag/sack. Padding quickly over to Talwyn, she waits until Elan's magic has helped the small fey, a slight look of concern upon her Elvish features.
"Glad I am you are now much recovered, Talwyn." She smiles in way of comforting him. The she again looks to Elan,
"You comment about our 'creation..." She frowns again, "There really must be a better way of saying that..." She muses "Our father spent much time communing with us as we slept within our shells. I'm sure the people's of whom we can take our mundane forms would agree to our fathers task. I feel that our essence is more than just a mixing of spirit." She stands tall as she speaks, not daunted by the difference between her six foot frame and the creature that towers five times her size.
She turns to Zarroshduvar, "Um, you say this magic ring is now stuck to you?" She asks, puzzled . Seeing her brother nod she frowns, brows knit close in thought. After a short while she smiles, a thin, calculating lie upon her face. "A pity, here, I have an idea about how best to use such a device." So saying she closes her eyes and concentrates...
Relaxing into her Dragon form, Sherren takes a moment to flex and settle then turns to a now much larger Ungorralin.
"Here, now I have an idea that you can help me with my tail." She grins, something that this time has fangs, as she turns 'tail' on to her Half-ling sized brother.
Sherren calms herself as much as she can, settling her scales as flat as possible. "Take my ring and slide it up my tail as far as it will go. Or dos any one think this perhaps not such a good idea? An item that can only go on once, I would not want any where that will eventually get in the way." She pauses again in thought. "Though, perhaps a toe claw might suffice..."
"I still think we should start with the elves!" Zarrosh exclaims, "They put this curse on us, one of them has got to know how to take reverse it! If not, I am sure the secret is in some elven tomb somewhere. With the church of Bahumut *waves a hand at the giants* behind us, they'll have to take us seriously."
Ungorralin thinks to himself This will end very well or very badly.
He takes Sherry ring, and says "Hold still." He then climbs up on her back, with little effort, she barely notices his weight. Grasping the ring in one hand, he uses his other hand to guide her tail so he can grasp the tip. Then he guides the ring onto the tail. It slips on there perfectly, but then it stays stuck afetr a couple of feet. He tries pushing it further, but the ring has bonded itself to her body.
"well, that kinda worked.
"Sherry, what do you think?"
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He takes Sherry's ring, and says "Hold still." He then climbs up on her back, with little effort, she barely notices his weight. Grasping the ring in one hand, he uses his other hand to guide her tail so he can grasp the tip. Then he guides the ring onto the tail. It slips on there perfectly, but then it stays stuck after a couple of feet. He tries pushing it further, but the ring has bonded itself to her body.
"Sherry, what do you think?"
Arching her neck she looks down her length (All eight odd feet of it) and 'swishes' her tail experimentally. With an arched eye ridge she ponders the play of light upon the different contrasts of metals.
"Not bad, not bad at all..." She continues to admire the thing for a short while more. "Of course, now there is the proof if the endeavor..." As she closes her eyes and concentrates,
"Um, you may want to stand away there, Ungorralin, not sure how this is going to go." She waits for her Half-ling formed brother 'dismounts' and then....
Zarrosh looks at the rest of his brothers, "5 gp she splatters."
(O.O) *Eeeeps* As she shifts into her Elven form, both hands flying to grab at her nether regions as she stands.
"It pinches!" She she rubs at a space just beneath the waistband of her pants, wiggling about a bit as she gets things to sit a bit more comfortably 'back there'. She does spare a frown/glare at Zarroshduvar.
"Remember what I said about Ungorralin not being the only one with a sense of humor." She warns her teasing brother. "Besides, does that mean you owe me 5 Gp?" She grins charmingly at Zarroshduvar ^_^
Ungorralin climbs off of her before she changes back into her elven form, and then watches her carefully as she changes form.
He smirks at Zarroshduvar, and says "Feel free to pay the lady at any time, he he."
"also I think I owe you 5 gold for the trip, he he."
"well, I think we should definitely get used to our bipedal forms, because who knows where our enemies lurk."
Ungorralin hands the chain shirt to Elan, and says, "Here, you can use this better than I can."
OOC perhaps i did not explain properly but Elan is huge!!!
Elan says "i will take this gift, one of my friends is a dedicated trader and factor, he will sell this for you, in fact you can give me anything you like and i will pass it on to be sold, but it is probably best if you give me a lot of items in one go to pass on to him
OOC Elan explains things to you a bit more, basically Elan's friend will get you half the value of anything you give him, but he will only sell items that have at least a value of 100gp new, one of you needs to bookeep what you have given Elan and every few months (game time) you can ask me how much the stuff has sold for, Elan will not visit his trader friend until you give him a total 10000 gp worth of stuff,
does this make sense
Still occasionally shifting and twitching, Sherren pads about the room.
"Indeed this place is built to accommodate fathers size. I have no doubt that, with the fullness of our age, we too shall grow to fit the spaces better." She looks up at the giant and his companions.
"Your offer is both good, and the only one we have," She smiles to try and take any sting from her words. "Though if only the rings can gain a person assess to this place, how did they," She dismissively indicates the dead monsters, "Get in and why must you 'secure' this place?" She looks to Zarroshduvar,
"Now then, brother, I believe we should think about things a little before we run off anywhere." She keeps her smile, to show she is being friendly still. "We have much skills and abilities from our time spent in commune with father, but very little practical knowledge of the world at large, so perusing a map and such will also help. I too have thoughts about the Elves, but running off and 'shaking them down' for any such knowledge or leads may not be the best way to go about things." She winks to further ease any tension her words may garner.
"The lovely and gracious Shaya speaks forsoothly on this affair Ergo, we must endeavor to conceal our manifest intentions." Man, where did I pick up those fancy words from? We should be cautious, we do not want to reveal ourselves yet, as a matter of fact, we should pretend to be an adventuring party! We can always say we are hunting for gold, which in the case of the absolutely ravishing, stunningly beautiful Shaya, it is the truth!". His eyes sparkle with mirth, plus when you look closely, you can see more he is trying to keep buried in his soul.
He will only sell items that have at least a value of 100gp new.
Elan will not visit his trader friend until you give him a total 10000 gp worth of stuff
Zarrosh seems quite put out that he can't go straight to the elves, but he brightens up, "Only a matter of time before that Grymach finds us. I say we take care of him first, starting with his minions."
The muscular human looks at Elan, "You know anything on the giants who works for him? Any non-giant minions?"
To Shaya, "That Grymach has got to have a horde. It will make ridding him quite rewarding..."
The small silver dragon flexes his wings and takes flight, turning in a lazy spiral over the party to reach Elan's height.
"Thank you, Father Elan. You help is most appreciated as is Talwin one," he replies when he can between his brother and sister banter.
"Your words were wise, sister, I would suggest to go and scout the End village or town when we are rested, to learn more about these giants and not to let anny ennemy settle there.
Zarrosh broods for a short space but he brightens up, "Only a matter of time before that Grymach finds us. I say we take care of him first, starting with his minions." The muscular human looks at Elan,
"You know anything on the giants who works for him? Any non-giant minions?" To Shaya he adds,
"That Grymach has got to have a horde. It will make ridding him quite rewarding..."
The small silver dragon flexes his wings and takes flight, turning in a lazy spiral over the party to reach Elan's height.
"Thank you, Father Elan. You help is most appreciated as is Talwin one," he replies when he can between his brother and sister banter.
"Your words were wise, sister, I would suggest to go and scout the End village or town when we are rested, to learn more about these giants and not to let any enemy settle there."
Sherren nods to Zarroshduvar and Herensuge.
"Zarr..I think you misunderstand my words though. What I meant was for us to take time and think over what this curse might be..." She sighs and frowns, "..I don't know how to speak about this matter yet, I can not find the right words..." She looks away towards a corner of the room for a short time before looking up to where Herensuge flits about the room.
"Thank you Heren, though I believe Zarr has aimed the bolt more true, this piddling white dragon, it should have some wealth that could be out to better used than as some scale-lings mattress." She grins ruefully, a gleam in her bright green eyes.
"Gyrmach sent us a message, it is only courteous we give it a reply."
Replying to Shaya, "Yeah, it would be discourteous for us to so rudely dismiss Gyrmach's invitation. He just sent his buddies to welcome us into this world with open arms, and fists, he he. We shoud return the favor, but with open mouth, and fang."
Ungorralin turns to Aurion and says, "Yeah, that would be a neighborly thing to do."
"Let's waste no time then."
"I agree, we should have a look at that village first. Besides, we do not know anything about the white dragon and despite our might, I would no give us any chances against an old one. Give me a moment, please."
Herensuge flies into his room to get changed. One moment later, a tall half elf comes out of the room. With blond almost white hair and sky blue eyes, his face shows more purpose than conventional beauty and he radiates an air of authority. He has wide shoulders and wears white robes with silver lining over a well crafted breastplate. He is bare-hands and the only weapon he carries is a sling at his belt.
Ungorralin slips into his roon, and puts on a warm set of underalls, sliding his vest on top. Not having any weapons already, he decides to make a sling for himself, and also will gather some stones to use it with. Finally a walking stick completes his ensemble.
Lookin' good. He thinks to himself. Shaya will be overwhelmed, hopefully with something other than laughter.
He rejoins the group, and says, "I'm ready."
”Let's do this thing then”
”Oh wait! I can't believe I allmost forgot him” he says and inspect the hatching area. Shortly after he finds a little egg wich he holds up ”oh there you are” he exclaims excited at the sight of the half cracked egg. ”i think you need a little help my friend.” he says and pokes the egg gently with a finger nail. Moments later the egg hatches and a tiny dragon stretches it's small wings.
A little high-pitched voice sounds in everybody's head
'About time!'
The tiny dragon takes to the air and starts circling Talwyn playfully.
Shaya continues to pad around after their guide, still in her Elven form, only occasionally hitching at her pants as they go, nodding and casting a very appraising eye over everything described.
At Elan's words about the arriving Giants, she again nods though her face is neutral and unreadable upon her thoughts about the matter.
"Just one last thing. How can we decide the destination of the magical gate ? Do we need to know the place we aim for?"
"Go forth little brother. May the spirit of Drumas watch over you."
"Well, I am ready to start this grand adventure! Starring Ungorralin, and his merry band! What do you think of that, pretty catchy, right?"
Talwyn says that he could open the gate a few miles away from the village of End and go and scout it out
"I agree with Elan. Talwyn, you shoul rest. You could not open the gate door us and we can without the village on our own. Be just ready to open the door back whenever we call you."
"Talwyn, are most of the village's inhabitants human? Would non-human faces raise any suspicion? I suppose we can explain our mix heritages by claiming that we're an adventuring band. Just want to cover all the angles, that's all."