Post by K Man on Jul 21, 2008 13:48:10 GMT -5
SEA GREEN
{The bone is real. The bones' powers are now listed and I will re-edit the image as soon as I can.}
The cloud is now completely lost to the daylight, mixed with the others. Henrick finally manages to tear his vision away and you trudge back to the great bird with a sense of sour accomplishment. Bone in hand, yes, but at what price. Only Lord Amassu and Natsumi know what is going up there and it clearly has gotten to Henrick. He kicks rocks here and there, huffs with exaggeration as he tightens the saddle belts, and crosses his arms defiantly.
{I just need to know where you fools are headed next? I think the only clues you had left were;
- Scaland (lizard man island)
- Garor Skullsplitter's last known resting place, Bazarkrak Castle in the Stonelands
- Any other known heroes' locations not already visited
If there was another clue I failed to mention, I'd believe it--it's hard to keep track of what you do and don't know with PbP. Anyways, I just need to know where you're headed or what you're looking for.}
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Natsumi -
That same eery smile spreads across the Sky-Lords face. He is clearly pleased by your words, demeanor and suggestion. With a wave of his hand, a low dias raises from the cloudy floor and forms into a large oval tub with steps leading into it. The smell of ozone like a passing storm suddenly fills the air and rainwater bubbles up from the cloud into the tub. There is a rumble of thunder from below and the water begins to steam as if suddenly heated. This is your tub of fresh, clean and warm water as requested.
The cloud giant king offers nothing else for privacy or modesty. In fact, he lifts one giant foot and places it firmly on the lowest step, using the dias as a footrest as he watches you enter the tub (unless you choose not to).
"It is hard to truncate a life such as mine into words for a mortal, but I will tell you of some accomplishments..."
The Sky-King continues to prattle on, beginning with his rise to power over the giants.
Fourty grueling days of trials, contests, mock battles, and real ones. He was champion of Wyvern-wrestling, winner of the Stone Giant boulder-hurling contest and of course, one could not forget his magnificent slaying of the Omnimental summoned by the Hill Giant Druid Fraxxus...this last act sealed his acceptance of the crown over Giant-Kin. As an afterthought, he provides you a detailed account of his fists-only match with five giants in succession, each champions of their own paltry domain in the Giant Empire.
Lord Amassu, it seems, has much to say about himself.
He continues to speak of his history, this time honoring you with a recount of his glory days of dragonslaying. He speaks of slaying Red Wyrms of ancient age that he hunted for sport, descending on them from on high disguised as a storm of frightening power. He tells you about a family of five Blue Dragons that dared to tread upon his aerial domain and found themselves the victims of his blade--he still has their pelts and teeth kept as a memorial. Lastly, he glorifies the battle with an adult Silver Dragon that dared to challenge him for supremacy of the skies.
The immense giants' lungs draw a fresh breath of air and he goes on, deeper into his glorious history.
He speaks of being but a juevenile cloud giant and still managing to win fights where he was far outmatched, and far over powered. He speaks of a time when yuong and brash, he challenged the oldest and most powerful cloud Giant, one name Nabandazar. Nabandazar was known throughout the skies as having enough breath to inhale a maelstrom, enough strength to catch thunderbolts, and enough wits to fool even the elements. Amassu slew Nabandazar in less than a minute, driving a hardened steel javelin through the old giants' chest. Amassu proclaims himself stronger than Nabandazar ever was.
By this time you have finished cleaning, but Amassu still offer you no privacy and no ammenities. He watches your every move with an unhealthy gaze, making you wonder just what his intentions are beyond entertainment.
"Tell me bard, am I not the most powerful force in the sky?"
DARK RED[/size]
The undercity offers much in the way of ways to spend your coin. Taverns and inns are a plenty, also full of patrons whose lips may be loosened by wine and spirits. It is into one of these that you make your way, the rusted sign outside mostly illegible--something about a whale.
Inside, the tavern is musty and dark, lit only by a few sparse candles and torches and lacking any windows to the shadowy street. There are ten tables, each surrounded by an ecltectic collection of chairs--all mostly filled with dour looking individuals. There is a full bar of oak that runs the length of the South wall, currently attended to by two bartenders; a portly female and a slender, attractive half-elf female.
{I'm going off the fact that Gildas, Lenny and Tyrano ask around about the symbol before Wanderer just lays it out there. Let me know if I'm wrong.}
[Gather Information Rolls + Aid] Few pay attention to you when you enter, and for the most part your attempts to mingle go unnoticed and unappreciated. You get a few sparse rumors about what you seek...but they are just that, rumors;
"Yeah, I seen that mark before, on some thugs 'round Ash street. Watch rounded 'em up yesterday." A one-eyed man shrouded in a back corner admits.
"No, I haven't seen that symbol." A tattooed female elf in a tight leather gherkin smirks. "But I'd be happy to let you ask me some more in private...for a fee."
"Yeah...yeah, we seen that mark." Two mean near the bar admit with a drunken leer. "That's the mark o' The Serpent. Anyone seen with that mark goes missing. Take your drawing out of here!"
Frustration. It seems none are willing to admit to having seen the mark, knowing its true purpose, or having affiliations with it--at least not anyone in here or without a payment first. You just about give up before Wanderer takes control and plumps down on the bar. He lays everything out bluntly, quickly, and without confidentiality. You can't help but feel your mouth gape. You hope he has a plan for an exit if you need one.
At first, he seems to get no new responses but then the leather-clad Elf steps forward. She saunters across the bar, tattoos blending with taught clothing and gaunt features. She is demure than before, eyes glancing around nervously. "You have one? You really have one?"
She motions towards a secluded table in the rear. "Let's talk..."
{The bone is real. The bones' powers are now listed and I will re-edit the image as soon as I can.}
The cloud is now completely lost to the daylight, mixed with the others. Henrick finally manages to tear his vision away and you trudge back to the great bird with a sense of sour accomplishment. Bone in hand, yes, but at what price. Only Lord Amassu and Natsumi know what is going up there and it clearly has gotten to Henrick. He kicks rocks here and there, huffs with exaggeration as he tightens the saddle belts, and crosses his arms defiantly.
{I just need to know where you fools are headed next? I think the only clues you had left were;
- Scaland (lizard man island)
- Garor Skullsplitter's last known resting place, Bazarkrak Castle in the Stonelands
- Any other known heroes' locations not already visited
If there was another clue I failed to mention, I'd believe it--it's hard to keep track of what you do and don't know with PbP. Anyways, I just need to know where you're headed or what you're looking for.}
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Natsumi -
That same eery smile spreads across the Sky-Lords face. He is clearly pleased by your words, demeanor and suggestion. With a wave of his hand, a low dias raises from the cloudy floor and forms into a large oval tub with steps leading into it. The smell of ozone like a passing storm suddenly fills the air and rainwater bubbles up from the cloud into the tub. There is a rumble of thunder from below and the water begins to steam as if suddenly heated. This is your tub of fresh, clean and warm water as requested.
The cloud giant king offers nothing else for privacy or modesty. In fact, he lifts one giant foot and places it firmly on the lowest step, using the dias as a footrest as he watches you enter the tub (unless you choose not to).
"It is hard to truncate a life such as mine into words for a mortal, but I will tell you of some accomplishments..."
The Sky-King continues to prattle on, beginning with his rise to power over the giants.
Fourty grueling days of trials, contests, mock battles, and real ones. He was champion of Wyvern-wrestling, winner of the Stone Giant boulder-hurling contest and of course, one could not forget his magnificent slaying of the Omnimental summoned by the Hill Giant Druid Fraxxus...this last act sealed his acceptance of the crown over Giant-Kin. As an afterthought, he provides you a detailed account of his fists-only match with five giants in succession, each champions of their own paltry domain in the Giant Empire.
Lord Amassu, it seems, has much to say about himself.
He continues to speak of his history, this time honoring you with a recount of his glory days of dragonslaying. He speaks of slaying Red Wyrms of ancient age that he hunted for sport, descending on them from on high disguised as a storm of frightening power. He tells you about a family of five Blue Dragons that dared to tread upon his aerial domain and found themselves the victims of his blade--he still has their pelts and teeth kept as a memorial. Lastly, he glorifies the battle with an adult Silver Dragon that dared to challenge him for supremacy of the skies.
The immense giants' lungs draw a fresh breath of air and he goes on, deeper into his glorious history.
He speaks of being but a juevenile cloud giant and still managing to win fights where he was far outmatched, and far over powered. He speaks of a time when yuong and brash, he challenged the oldest and most powerful cloud Giant, one name Nabandazar. Nabandazar was known throughout the skies as having enough breath to inhale a maelstrom, enough strength to catch thunderbolts, and enough wits to fool even the elements. Amassu slew Nabandazar in less than a minute, driving a hardened steel javelin through the old giants' chest. Amassu proclaims himself stronger than Nabandazar ever was.
By this time you have finished cleaning, but Amassu still offer you no privacy and no ammenities. He watches your every move with an unhealthy gaze, making you wonder just what his intentions are beyond entertainment.
"Tell me bard, am I not the most powerful force in the sky?"
DARK RED[/size]
The undercity offers much in the way of ways to spend your coin. Taverns and inns are a plenty, also full of patrons whose lips may be loosened by wine and spirits. It is into one of these that you make your way, the rusted sign outside mostly illegible--something about a whale.
Inside, the tavern is musty and dark, lit only by a few sparse candles and torches and lacking any windows to the shadowy street. There are ten tables, each surrounded by an ecltectic collection of chairs--all mostly filled with dour looking individuals. There is a full bar of oak that runs the length of the South wall, currently attended to by two bartenders; a portly female and a slender, attractive half-elf female.
{I'm going off the fact that Gildas, Lenny and Tyrano ask around about the symbol before Wanderer just lays it out there. Let me know if I'm wrong.}
[Gather Information Rolls + Aid] Few pay attention to you when you enter, and for the most part your attempts to mingle go unnoticed and unappreciated. You get a few sparse rumors about what you seek...but they are just that, rumors;
"Yeah, I seen that mark before, on some thugs 'round Ash street. Watch rounded 'em up yesterday." A one-eyed man shrouded in a back corner admits.
"No, I haven't seen that symbol." A tattooed female elf in a tight leather gherkin smirks. "But I'd be happy to let you ask me some more in private...for a fee."
"Yeah...yeah, we seen that mark." Two mean near the bar admit with a drunken leer. "That's the mark o' The Serpent. Anyone seen with that mark goes missing. Take your drawing out of here!"
Frustration. It seems none are willing to admit to having seen the mark, knowing its true purpose, or having affiliations with it--at least not anyone in here or without a payment first. You just about give up before Wanderer takes control and plumps down on the bar. He lays everything out bluntly, quickly, and without confidentiality. You can't help but feel your mouth gape. You hope he has a plan for an exit if you need one.
At first, he seems to get no new responses but then the leather-clad Elf steps forward. She saunters across the bar, tattoos blending with taught clothing and gaunt features. She is demure than before, eyes glancing around nervously. "You have one? You really have one?"
She motions towards a secluded table in the rear. "Let's talk..."
at Rocroost - Secure Green (I'm not really sure how it came to be there)
