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Post by Thorn on Feb 3, 2019 19:07:37 GMT -5
SESSION SEVEN: A LIGHTHEARTED RECAP*Elf-Meallan gets a makeover! Hey, wait, didn’t he base those new features on that dead guy...?
*Khamet Persuades an angry dragonborn to step down! It’s super effective!
*Anthony doesn’t know what this weird dinosaur-thing is! So he casts ‘Sleep’ anyway, and the dragonborn falls asleep.
*The other centaurs want Crezonis to be tried by...well, centaurs. The party insist that since Ur Deyn was destroyed, he should be dealt with by Ur elves. Anthony is mostly just concerned about getting paid and doesn’t care either way so long as he gets that goodgood $$$$
*An apparition rises up above Crezonis and Frightens half the party with its sheer apparition-ness.
*Tally casts ‘Faerie Fire’, catching their adversary...and Amani too! They both make such pretty Christmas trees...
*Crezonis: “Let him go.” (Party: Did he say ‘him’ instead of ‘me’ or was that just you saying ‘him’, Thorn? Thorn: He said ‘him’, yeah. Party: Ah. Okay. Meallan: HI ARCAITO.)
*Khamet’s application for divine aid has been unsuccessful on this occasion. We thank you for your continued service and encourage you to try again next time!
*Basil lives up to his reputation, and sneakily pickpockets the slumbering dragonborn.
*“Your patron isn’t a fey.” “She is!” “Is not.” “IS TOO!”
*Thorn learns about ‘Mind Spike’- possibly the most metal low-level spell she’s ever come across.
*Anthony plays some sweet tunes to accompany Amani’s next attack. So they’re shiny and musical, woohoo!
*“I want your magic.” “Not without a pact.” “TELL ME.” “Um. No?”
*Amani and Tally are confused. What is Meallan doing? Doesn’t he already have a patron?
*Basil: “Okay Imma just get these ropes...” Khamet and Tally: *innocent whistling*
*Meallan, aided by his Hex, brings down Crezonis.
*Then Khamet heals Crezonis (this party are so in sync amirite?)
*Tally and Khamet defuse the situation with the power of Heartfelt Speeches.
*It turns out Khamet??? Does not know??? Who Arcaito is??? Can somebody please clear this up? He was off, y’know, fighting demons when they met.
*Oh, he’s an archfey. Lord of Tarzan or something.
*Meallan: “If this doesn’t work...we kill him.” Tally: “Um yeah you may have mentioned that once or twice, cool it dude.” NAMES:-Draechydian Tyzol: dragonborn from Ur Deyn. I spelled her clan name wrong when I linked it in the chat Gelquie , I didn’t have it in front of me, so sorry about that. I would just leave it as the spelling in the chat, except that alters the pronunciation slightly! I think that's it. Just Tyzol this time!
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 3, 2019 20:55:08 GMT -5
Session 7:The party is in Ur Deyn, and it's drizzling outside.
There's a dragonborn with 3 elves behind him. Tally and Khamet noticed them.
Meallan is disguised as an elf, but with the dimples and mole from the dead bandit leader he killed.
The dragonborn unholsters his axe and roars; initiative!
There's hoofbeats somewhere in the village.
Juniper, with her hands bound, tries to move back away from the group.
Khamet: “You, dragonborn! Lay down your arms!” And he moves within 10 feet of the dragonborn. He then lectures (persuades) about the wrongness of violence and how they're here to take outlaws back to justice, and should not interfere. The dragonborn pauses at this.
Anthony casts Sleep... and the dragonborn collapses!
“Nighty night, bucko!”
The elves hang back.
Basil suggests searching his pockets.
Amani pipes in that they want to know what they're doing here, and if they had anything to do with what happened here.
Basil: “Maybe we could find out if we check his pockets!”
Amani and Meallan disagree, and Amani points out that the elves are still there.
Khamet: “I think you should chase your dreams!”
Amani: “I think we all know what his dreams are.”
Basil: “Mostly picking peoples' pockets.”
Am: “Yeah.”
Basil goes forward anyway, but can't reach the dragonborn yet.
Crezonis' eyes glow, and he summons his staff from Meallan. (Meallan is not happy.)
Amani: “I knew it!”
Amani immediately casts mage armor on themselves, looks to Crez and Junipers and goes “don't even think about it >| “. They step back out of range of Crezonis' staff and watches those two primarily.
Tally has a diplomat's pass! Tally waves it in the direction of the three elves. “Look, this is an access pass, I have one!”
The elves super believe her! They come out of the shadow of the building and step forward 20 feet towards her.
Tally: “Hello.”
“Hi! What are you doing here? Are you here to help us?”
“We were taking these captives back to Ur Zaihar.”
Meallan glares at Crezonis, holds up his hand with the ring, and wags his finger. “Don't even think about it,” and yanks him with the rope. He doesn't move back but isn't bothered by the strength of the pull either.
Meallan to the elves: “We have the leader of the bandits! I can prove he's the one!”
...The elves look at the dragonborn.
Khamet touches the dragonborn before he wakes up just to touch a real dragonborn.
Two centaurs run into the village and see the unconscious dragonborn on the ground and Crezonis.
One centaur moves to the group and levels their spear at them.
Meallan puts himself between Crez and the centaurs.
Centaur: “Is she dead?”
Khamet says no, she's just sleeping. They can come closer and check if they want. He raises his arms.
The elves: “They're good people, or something.” (OOC: “They chill.”)
Basil gives up on checking the pockets until things calm down.
Tally puts the dragonborn into a more comfortable posture.
The dragonborn snort-wakes and goes “what?”.
(Amani mutters: “This is getting way too complicated.”)
Meallan looks at the centaur pointing a spear at them. “There's no need for that. We're only transporting a prisoner. Once we know what he knows.”
“What do you want to know?”
“I want to know his secrets.”
“That's not a color I've seen before.”
The centaur wants Crezonis to have him stand before the centaur courts for banditry.
Meallan says that they can hand him over once things are done. Amani: “No!”
Amani explains that he's a bandit and that he's working for an archfey who's encouraging banditry and murder. They ask why do the centaurs want him?
The centaurs say because of his banditry. They want to take him to courts. They ask what the courts would do. They say probably exile. Definitely not murder.
They argue for a bit about what to do with this. Anthony says they're turning him in for a bounty, so they'll have to pay them first. Amani's still arguing against the whole turning-in thing but isn't really clarifying.
While they all argue among themselves, Crezonis decides to take action.
They re-instate initiative, and Crez casts a spell on himself. An apparition with glowing eyes appear above Crezonis and, those within 10 feet of him—Meallan, Amani, and Anthony—are frightened. Meallan's ears go down and he grits his teeth. Amani's staring in horror at the apparition, not looking away but not happy. Anthony screams the Wilhelm scream.
Amani prepares to dodge whatever comes their way.
Tally looks to the dragonborn and chews them out for distracting them while this goes down. They then get closer to Crezonis and casts Faerie Fire on the area. It affects Crezonis... And Amani. Because Amani can never be too shiny. Amani is not displeased by the aesthetic developments.
Meallan (Regarding the apparition): “Make. It. Stop.”
Apparition: “Let him go.”
Meallan casts a hex on Crezonis.
And then Meallan realizes who the apparition is; Arcaito.
“So, you came.”
“How could I stay away?”
Meallan casts Eldrich Blast on Crezonis. It hits, but a force comes out and pushes Meallan away, causing... minimal damage.
Meallan grins. “You're not getting away that easily.”
One of the centaurs pulls out a bow... And misses.
Juniper's gone; running off into the distance!
Khamet goes right into Crez's face and goes “what's up, bro? Oh, the darkness is very spooky. I'm terrified now. Oooh.”
Khamet casts Divine Smite. But... he really fails; Anhur doesn't even hear him.
Anthony continues to freak out and scream, but also wants to still attack. He bashes Crez with his tire iron.
Basil... steals from the dragonborn! There's 12 copper and a small comb made of pink coral.
Crez is now completely calm.
Arcaito: “Don't kill him. We can work something out.”
Meallan: “What do you want to work out?”
Arc laughs. “You lied to us. She's no fey. Do you know who she is?”
Mea: *Snarls, ears flat* She is a fey.
“We can't lie. Do you want to know what she is?”
“She is a fey, I believe her!”
The Frightened spell is broken, and Crez points the staff, looks at Meallan, but Meallan fights off the charm spell from Arcaito.
Meallan: “Thank you for that. But don't you dare imply anything like that again!”
Amani looks to Arcaito. “So, it is you. Why do you still defend Crezonis, when he's already been defeated?”
Arcaito notes that Amani hasn't defead him yet.
Am: “Oh? Well, I defeated Crezonis once. And if I defeat him, I defeat you.”
And then Amani casts Mind Spike on Crezonis. It does a lot of damage, Arcaito's form flickers, and Crezonis screams and recoils.
Amani is pleased with this, and they step back 10 feet.
Tally chases Juniper and tackles her. Down the 75 feet, down the track, aaaand, she makes it! She makes it!!
Khamet attacks Crezonis, but misses.
Anthony uses Bardic Inspiration and gives some sweet tunes to Amani to help their attacks! Amani is now rocking out their battles and is all decked out in faerie lights for it too.
Am: “Thank you! I could use this!”
Anthony: “Go get 'em!”
Amani gives a thumbs up.
Basil attacks Crezonis.
The shield goes down, Crez tries to unbind his feet, but it doesn't go well. Then he runs after Juniper; only 25 feet since he's still bound.
Amani casts Chaos Bolt, and deals 10 force damage. Crezonis staggers, but picks himself back up and keeps running.
Tally asks Juniper to come quietly, and asks if she'll do that.
Juniper: “If I say yes, will you believe me?”
Tally: “Hmmm...”
J: “I didn't think so.”
They do some undignified scrambling (J got a 1, T got a 3), then Tally finally lifts Juniper over her shoulder and walks her back. “I'm so sorry about this.”
Tally moves forward... to Crezonis, 30 feet in front of him. “Hii.”
Then: “You look terrible.”
Crez doesn't respond.
Meallan leaps up onto Crez and puts a dagger to his throat.
Meallan is in the image of Arcaito now, but it doesn't feel like anything.
“Stop, or I will kill your Chosen.”
Crezonis stops running.
The dragonborn slides up the group.
The centaurs go around the group and run up to Crez and Meallan. They level their spears to Meallan, but don't yet take further action.
Juniper hits Tally on the back. Just to express her frustration.
Khamet walks up 30 feet and goes: “Okay, Crezonis, it's over, I know you have this rivalry with Meallan, just give up, submit to us, and we will not hurt you. And if Meallan tries to hurt you, we bash his head in.”
The figure disappears, Crez's eyes are still green.
M: “Now, you're going to tell me what I want to know.”
“What is that?”
“I want to know... everything about your magic. I want this power for myself.”
Arcaito: “If you were willing to make a pact with me young one, you would’ve done so earlier.”
“No, I would not betray my lady.”
“What are you asking for?”
“Power. Whatever secrets you can give me. Any magic that you know. You have so many neat tricks, I want to have them myself.”
“He doesn’t know what they are. I don’t think you’d fare any better.”
“I'm much smarter than that centaur.”
“Undoubtedly.”
Amani gives Meallan a weird look at this exchange.
Khamet speaks up about this, wondering why Meallan wants power from them, if he wants another patron. Amani notes this is what they were confused by.
Meallan: “No, I just want their power.”
They talk about this for some time. Arcaito asks if Meallan would be willing to serve for the sake of the wild spaces. Meallan admits he just wants the power, and he would never betray his Lady. Arcaito then says that in that case, there's nothing he can give him.
M: “Why did you choose Crezonis?”
Arc: “Why should I tell you?”
Meallan persuades Arcaito to tell him.
Arc: “The wild spaces are less than perfect; less than wild nowadays. That doesn't seem fair, that doesn't seem right.”
M: “...I don't care either way.”
Arc: “Then I don't think you're going to get much out of me.”
...
M: “Why Crezonis of all people?”
“...Crezonis was willing to give himself over to me for what he wanted, and help me get what I wanted. It doesn't matter who my Chosen is, it just has to be... listen.”
“And if we give him over, will you find another Chosen?”
He doesn't answer.
Khamet: “Am I talking to Crez or Arcaito?”
“I mean, I've always been Crezonis.”
K: “The reason we may have to kill you is because Arcaito is untouchable. He uses his or her or its I don't really care, their little pawns to make these little pacts with them, run out into the world, and really, Arcaito suffers none for this. Are you really ready to die because of Arcaito who doesn't seem to have your interests in mind beyond letting you do bad things for the wild spaces, whatever those are? (??) And Crezonis, I have to ask you something, what does your religion say about all of this.”
Crez is silent for a moment.
“I would be exiled, yes. Then... do you know anything about our religion?”
K” “Not quite, but I would love to learn more about it. After all, that is why I travel.”
Crezonis explains that once he's exiled, and then after he dies, he would go to the Infinite Plains. He goes there alone, and you're alone forever. “They're right in that...” He doesn't finish.
Khamet asks about the letter. Crez: “I don't think it makes a difference now.”
Anthony: “Okay, this has taken waaay too long to figure out what we're gonna do with this guy! We may not even be getting paid for this? We should just kill him.”
Others are starting to agree with this, but there's still some party members who are not up for this.
Amani talks to the centaurs, telling them that they don't know what they're dealing with, banditry and the archfey behind the banditry, and that only really they could take them down. They try to persuade the centaurs to leave Crezonis to them and allow the death.
“What would it take for you to renounce your patron?”
“I don't. Know. How.”
“Do you have something that binds you to him?”
There's no answer.
The centaurs agree to leave him to justice, and to turn the other way if the party kills Crezonis.
(…)
Tally finally asks the dragonborn who they are.
Draechydian Tyzol, they/them or she/her, she doesn't mind either way.
She remembers the bandits, centaurs, and halfling, she remembers dead people in the ground, beating someone in the face with that. She remembers the weird ghost-thing as well.
Mea: “If we gave him to you... what would you do with him?”
“I'd cut his head off!”
“Then I think we have our solution.”
Anthony agrees.
Amani nods and then speaks to Crezonis. “Don't you think this has gone far enough? This would be a mercy.”
Crezonis doesn't respond. They look very upset. They go: “I don't wanna die.”
The other party members have their input; there's more agreements to death. Basil speaks up: “...You're all insane.”
Amani: “You're not one to talk.”
Basil tells the other party members to stop murdering people for five seconds!!
Amani points out that this isn't like other murders, or like what it was in the bandit cave; they're talking a bandit that has and will continue to kill people under archfey powers. The others also point out the whole “he murdered people” thing.
Basil sneaks and undoes Crezonis' bindings. (Tally and Khamet see this... And pretend they don't.) He bolts. ...But he induces an opportunity attack from Meallan. (And Amani, but Amani doesn't think to take it.) Meallan strikes him with a blade, and that with hex damage... Brings down Crezonis, along with one of his fingers.
Khamet rushes forward to cast lay on hands. Meallan growls: “Don't you dare.”
But Khamet heals him back to consciousness.
Khamet says that he wants to try and talk to him, and give him a chance to redeem himself, at least for the afterlife. So he does.
Khamet:“I know you say it does not matter now, but it does. Including things you do from here on out. It's not too late to try to be a good person. If you end up going and deciding to kill you, you can still have a chance if you at least try to atone for what you have done. Right? You can at least spend your afterlife with your loved ones and not be stuck in this limbo. Please, at least try to work with me here.”
Mea: “He's going to go right back to Arcaito, you fool!”
Crez: "I don't think I can. I gave myself over to him, I am his, I think he wants the right thing, I don't know, I can't think and he thinks for me."
K: “What does Arcaito want and what to do you want?
C: “He's gone now but he can come back whenever he wants. But he doesn't want to come back right now.”
“Okay, what does he want and what do you want? This is very serious.”
“I don't know what he wants. He doesn't tell me what he wants. I...”
M: “Sounds like a terrible patron.”
C: "I don't know what he wants, he doesn't tell me what he wants, I wanted...it to be gone, I wanted the power to...defend them, I didn't-"
Amani: Quietly “You didn't prove yourself to him...”
M: “I almost feel sorry for you.”
Tally asks Basil to hold Juniper while she does things.
Juniper comments that she's very glad she's with him and not one of the murderhobo party members.
Tally steps between Crezonis and the rest, crouches down, and speaks lower.
T: “Crezonis, you see what I am. You know where I'm from, perhaps?”
C: “Don't know much about you, but yes.”
T: “Do you know who made the lot of us?”
C: “Um... Queen of Darkness, or?”
T: “Yeah. I know you don't see many of us here on the surface.”
C: “You're the first one I've met.”
T: “Yeah. It's hard to break away, when there's one of those things in control of you. But you can. And we've been working very hard to find ways to break away, and do what we want instead, and take control of our lives. And get everything back for ourselves. And we've been fighting a lot. And we're still in danger. But we have ways to do this and we have ways to help you if you want.”
C: “.....What about if he comes back?”
T: “...It always comes back. It never stops entirely. It's going to stay somewhere in your head for your entire life. And as soon as you're a bit weak, you'll want to go again. But if you keep fighting, you can make it.”
C: “...So what are you suggesting?”
T: “I'm not sure because I can't exactly tell everyone how it works here. But if... if you... I know if I take you back where I intended to take you, I could at least keep you safe, somewhat. Or... if I go alone with you somewhere, I could try to get you immunity, entirely. I don't know. Monks, or... my secret place. I... I'll have to speak to former clerics. Because it's not my area of expertise. Rehabilitation, of some sorts. Because you must get the chance to be yourself, because even if other sanctions happen to you, you have to at least be tried as yourself."
…....Arcaito agrees to go with Tally. But it depends on the rest of the party as well.
The others are swayed by this. Meallan doesn't know. Khamet is onboard with taking them in. Anthony is not convinced, going “he's still a criminal, he's still a threat.” Amani... is very quiet.
Eventually, Amani, very slowly, looks up to Tally and speaks.
Am: “Tally. This... isn't any normal bond. This is magic of an archfey. What... specifically, did you have in mind, to break this bond...?”
T: “I don't know. But I know we can ask an actual expert.”
Amani blushes at this, embarrassed. After some time...
Am: “If you're going to take him there... Then I'm going with you. And I promise not to kill him before we get there.”
Tally agrees.
Meallan wants to come too.
Other party members agree to this. And the situation, finally, is defused.
The non-murder party members, Khamet, Tally, and Basil, feel relieved at this.
Meallan searches Crezonis for anything besides the staff. Amani tries to see if there's anything magical about Crezonis' bracelet, which has 4 different-colored wooden beads on it; one purple, one grey, two blue beside each other. Amani doesn't detect anything magical about it.
Khamet finally asks: Who's Arcaito?
(Since he was absent during the whole shenanigans.)
The others try to explain; Amani eventually does, explaining that Arcaito is an archfey, Lord of the Wild Spaces, who's been fueling the banditry and murder abound.
(Anthony: “So wild spaces guy, you mean like Tarzan?”
Amani: “Sure.”)
Mea: “Where did you find Arcaito?”
“I don't know the exact locale, on the plains somewhere?”
“...I see. So you can't simply find him. ...But we can certainly try.”
Crezonis says that Arcaito lurks somewhere in the Grasping Woods. But he doesn't know exactly where that is.
Amani goes to talk to the dragonborn Tyzol and asks if she's from here.
Tyzol confirms: “Yes, and they saw this, and came here after.”
Amani asks what they'll do now. Amani suggests that they could go to Zaihar until they figure it out.
Tyzol: “Zaihar is not for me.” They mention they're still trying to figure this out.
She wishes she could kill at least Juniper.
Am: “She's being taken to justice.”
Tyzol reluctantly agrees, but wonders what they'll do with him. Amani explains, and they seem sated but disappointed.
Amani also tries to sympathize with Tyzol, knowing that her home is gone and they have nowhere to go. “I completely understand... =< “ (They don't.)
Amani brings up that they should probably do something about Juniper. They could turn her in themselves, or they could let the elves and the dragonborn turn her in. (“Or you could let me go!” Basil seems briefly swayed. Am: “She almost killed me! Just sayin.”)
They also note that if they leave Juniper with that group, while they'd be saving travel time, they may not get a bounty for her.
Amani and Meallan discuss this briefly. Amani leaves this decision to the rest of the group,
((I don't remember what the group decided, or if they did.))
Meallan talks to Crezonis once more, saying he'll let him live. But if he insults his Lady again, that he'll kill him.
Crezonis says nothing.
Amani talks to Tally briefly. At first going, “Tally... I really hope you're right.”
“I hope I'm right about everything.”
Amani admits to this. And then goes: “And... uh... um... ...nothing.”
Tally basically goes: okay, but if you want to talk...
At first nothing. Then.
Am: “Well... I mean. I know how I acted before.” They talk about how it's not really Crezonis' fault (in regards to his bond with Arcaito). And that they didn't really understand the situation... until now.
((I don't remember how Tally responded or if she did.))
Tally also apologizes to Amani for the fairy lights spell hitting them. Amani basically goes “don't be sorry; this is great! Look at me! =D ...I mean, maybe don't do it in battle, but other than that, I'm a fan.“
Meallan also talks with Tally, saying that if Crezonis tries to escape again, then he'll have to kill him.
The others note that this is basically what they expected from Meallan at this point.
They find themselves in Ur Deyn, with a dragonborn, three elves with two centaurs, a surrendering Crezonis, and Juniper retrieved. After exploring the town and deciding what to do with Juniper, the group has a new heading. (I've edited Tyzol's name appropriately in this recap! Also, the post containing the list of my summaries is finally up to date.)
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Post by Celestial on Feb 4, 2019 11:52:35 GMT -5
I did a recap. =3 Right here if you are all curious what that furry-eared warlock boy thought of the events of last session. |
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Post by Thorn on Feb 7, 2019 20:33:40 GMT -5
I was working on some stuff and made a quick height comparison between the four most significant antagonists so far!* Arcaito's height is the height of his spectral form when he manifested above Crezonis, his physical guise as of yet remains a mystery. (Volan was 5'10" tall, so you have a point of reference that's a Reasonably Normal Sized Humanoid.) *Oh man no I should add 'Lorem'. But these four I recorded heights for, not so much Lorem. Not sure if Lorem could really be called 'significant' since he went down in one hit, but he did give Khamet a super cool moment and also a probably super evil weapon! |
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Post by Thorn on Feb 14, 2019 17:25:06 GMT -5
Session 7.5: a lighthearted recap/Valentine's SpecialIt all began when Moni provided us with blackmail a beautifully captured Khamet in plate armour. It was quickly agreed that, yes, the party should create a pin-up calendar of the utmost quality. Perhaps to raise funds for Deyn, perhaps to fund a holiday abroad, perhaps just so they can all get plate armour and stop being so squishy- the details matter not. What matters is that the party resolved to make a pin-up calendar, and such a calendar they would make. But, as always, their plans didn't go so smoothly! Arcaito, Lord of the Wild Spaces and (allegedly) powerful archfey, caught wind of their plan and resolved to undermine the party with a hawt calendar of his own! With the help of Crezonis and Juniper, a budding photographer who is somewhat inconveniently more photogenic than the other two combined, he set out to make the finest and sparkliest pinup calendar ever. BUT (x2) yet another complication was soon to arise! Lorem, the cambion long thought dead, returned leading a veritable boy-band of demons! Determined to cause mischief they, too, started work on a calendar of seductive charm. Their fiendish wiles have served them well for, as of this moment, they are winning our server's poll to determine which calendar will sell the most copies and thus who will have the greatest influence in Eaine. =O The party (or, at least, their plans for a nice overseas holiday) seem doomed!!! The above was not from an actual session, merely the result of a bunch of ooc: chat and a poll created in the EuroAtlantis discord server.
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Post by Moni on Feb 22, 2019 2:26:46 GMT -5
this is... not a recap, really... but... it's the closest thing you'll get from me. khamet: still 1337. Ah! Finally a coherent piece of his journal; after going through a long and exhaustive list of various possible test preservatives (specifically, "for leaves"), you finally come across something a bit more interesting. After having been reminded of his younger brother in a rambling about... cheese?, Khamet insists that *he* is the better storyteller, and he shall prove it in a brief--yet brilliantly-written--series of vignettes.
He also insists that any resemblance to any persons, real or imaginary, is completely coincidental.
Once there was a very brave and very handsome paladin named Mankarah, who was so good with his training that he had nothing left to learn in his native land. Thus, he traveled to distant places to learn and become wiser about the world. Our current story is about his time in the land of Eniae, a land of wood elves, centaurs, and strange people. Some of these strange people were his traveling companions.
Cassandra, a mysterious drow with a most exotic name. Contrary to expectations, she was very cool and extremely nice! Next was Oregano, a dwarf thief. The only thing he loved more than thievery was preventing evil! Up next was Inima, a half-orc sorcerer who was a bit too brash for their own good sometimes. Then there was Mike, a bard from an even more distant land, whose vague and insane ramblings sometimes gave pause to a coherent thought. And finally... Weylin, an elf warlock who was altogether unremarkable and unimportant to the story, but I must mention him here anyways.
One day Mankarah had the best idea in the world! He had this best idea upon arriving to the idyllic village of Ur Pax, which was undergoing a complete economic recovery thanks to another story that I may or may not tell in the future. (The story is that Mankarah and his party arrested Calgar before he could do any damage to the village!)
Because Cassandra was so cool and nice, he decided to make her an umbrella so she wouldn't be too uncomfortable travelling in sunlight, but first, he had to find the proper components. Luckily, Inima was there to help him, as was a new friend named Calgar, who was safely convinced to try turning away from his evil ways, and was very happy to be with him. Together they gathered very nice leaves and twigs and sticks which were perfect for constructing the perfect umbrella!
Once they had gathered all the components, the next thing was to find something to preserve them to make a good umbrella, which was something that Mankarah totally thought of beforehand! They went back to Ur Pax to visit the apothecary, who had all sorts of things! On the way there, Mankarah, Inima, and Calgar heard screaming from a local tavern! Being the good protectors of all lands, they decided to investigate, and found Mike screaming alongside a dragonborn. "It hurts! It burns!" they screamed.
It turned out that poor Mike had accidentally ingested wasp poison instead of the usual wine or beer... probably because he had such a poor grasp of reality! Taking pity on the poor bard, Cassandra stepped in to help! She gave him and the dragonborn some antidote, and they seemed to be fine. Unfortunately, the dragonborn didn't seem to like Mike anymore! With his intelligence, Mankarah had noticed that the dragonborn was a mighty warrior, and she would accept an apology only if Mike learned her ways. Mike eagerly accepted his advice.
Now, with Cassandra joining the party, they went to the apothecary... only to find a glyph on the door that rendered it unopenable! Everybody was confused until Inima said, "I recognize this symbol: this glyph was put on here by the warlock Weylin! I wonder what dastardly deed he is up to this time!"
Everyone else was wondering the same thing!
You realize that you should have been wondering the same thing. It seems you were kind-of-successfully bamboozled into thinking Weylin would have no part in this story, but you were wrong. I mean, there's a chance that happened, right?
So everyone used their combined strength to knock the apothecary's door down. It turns out that Weylin was threatening to apothecary with an eldritch blast if he did not find food for the fur on his coat! Everyone was very confused about this, but Weylin explained that he fed his coat every day; that's why he needed to go out into the woods for an hour every so often.
And would you believe the absurdity! Except Mike saw something else: he declared that the fur around Weylin's neck was indeed alive! Now, coming from Mike, everyone was loathe to believe this, but then he sang a song about ... bohemian rhapsodies and suddenly the "fur" around Weylin's neck revealed itself to be a weasel.
"Silly Weylin!" said Cassandra, "to find food for your weasel, you should buy food from the pet store, not threaten the apothecary with things he does not have."
Convinced by her logic, Weylin agreed to find food for his weasel and apologized for being rude to the apothecary, though Mankarah retained his suspicions around the animal. No animal comes out of nowhere; therefore, it had to be something sinister... but that is perhaps a story for another day, which I will write. It will be titled: the curious case of the weasel fey.
Anyhow, Mankarah finally obtained the preservatives for the leaves and assembled the umbrella for Cassandra. She loved it very much, it helped her not get sunburns. "Thank you, Khamet!" she said, "I think you are cool enough to be my friend. I cannot wait to introduce you to the most important person in my life, Elizabeth, and we will have tea together and we will all be pen pals!"
Mankarah was very happy to make new friends in this strange place, and he would soon find many more.
Some of the details seem... familiar to his factual entries and recollections, but surely, it must only be coincidence? This is a question that will be forever lost to time. |
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Post by Thorn on Feb 23, 2019 3:29:38 GMT -5
I don't know why this line made me laugh so hard, but it did. xD Anyway, I am now here for... Session 8- a lighthearted recap*The party jump to the sauciest conclusions regarding why Basil has suddenly run off with Juniper.
*Khamet ties up Calgar Crezonis. He doesn't do this very well, as Amani later points out.
*Unfortunately, Amani doesn't do very well either.
*So Crezonis pretends that these knots are totally, definitely, restricting his movement as he goes off into the woods with Khamet and Amani to work on Khamet's super secret special surprise plan...making a sun umbrella for Tally out of leaves and branches.
*Meanwhile, Anthony goes drinking with Draechydian Tyzol. He accidentally pours them both a very delicious, very healthy glass of wasp poison.
*In a blind feverish panic, the pair rush off to find Meallan, who is in the middle of a ritual inside the apothecary. He quickly finds a convenient 'Wasp Poison Antidote!' potion and tells them to GO. AWAY.
*An elf called Venali asks Tally to find her brother Illuthryn, last seen running off into the trees in pursuit of an injured bandit. =O
*Amani and Khamet return and go into a house looking for some jam to preserve the leaves and keep them stuck together. The owner of the house, Venali, timidly asks if they could please...not...break in.
*Anthony thinks of ways to win back Tyzol. Khamet says since she is clearly a warrior, he should challenge her to single combat.
*The party, with Meallan's new sable friend, head off to rescue Illuthryn!
*They get hissed at by an elf perched in a tree.
*How fortuitous, it is the one they are looking for!
*Unfortunately, his friend Solaria was one of the bandits. She and Crezonis pretend not to know each other, but Amani sees through Solaria's less than perfect deception.
*On the way back to Deyn, the party meets a kenku called Hatchet Split.
*No doubt because of this totally unsuspicious name, most of the party insight check them.
*Anthony plays a Very Moving, Such Wow song to win Tyzol over. She (mostly) forgives him, but won't trust him with pouring booze any time soon.
*Tally remains Very Wholesome and checks in with Solaria to ascertain she is not being abused or restricted by her friend Illuthryn in any way. <3 Names Learned: Aytal- Meallan's sable familiar. Venali- wood-elf questgiver from Deyn. Illuthryn- Venali's brother, who she asked the party to track down and rescue. Solaria- another wood-elf. Was one of the bandits who attacked Deyn, but fled. Hatchet Split- kenku woodcutter. |
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Post by Moni on Feb 26, 2019 19:14:08 GMT -5
khamet... writes??? absurdist fiction, unintentionally. i wrote this in-character and now after twelve hours i can't really parse what it means. help? it's not even a recap and it doesn't even have any resemblance to the RP at all. i don't even know anymore. the curious case of the fey weasel, part I: the fey weasel Everybody was absolutely delighted by Weylin's weasel. Formerly a decorative hem on the collar of his coat, it was now a living, breathing animal that... preferred to remain as decoration on the collar of Weylin's coat. The only difference between its current state and its former state was that sometimes, at night, in the dark, you could make out two wings glittering in the dark.
Yet everybody loved it. Mike noticed that the weasel did not appear to see two feet in front of him, so he attempted to have a pair of eyeglasses fashioned after charming the local blacksmith with a fairly confusing song that he appeared to like.
Khamet attempts to describe the song as "a thousand cymbals clashing at once" or "a clumsy pluck of lyre" and "singing that is bad for one's throat," but eventually gives up and says that he cannot hear beauty in such music. Artsy types, he writes, can be quite confusing. He has not come across such strange music like Anthony's in any of the lands he's visited; or, as he corrects himself, this completely fictional music would not sound like anything in the known world.
It took the blacksmith a number of tries to fashion the eyeglasses for the weasel... at one point, he almost gave up, but Cassandra the drow monk patted him on the shoulder and assured him that although she believed in his abilities, he needed to take a break. And he took a good break for a few days to work on a Secret Project. (note: the Secret Project will be mentioned in another story. It is an adventure filled with intrigue and betrayal!)
Until the blacksmith would finally succeed at getting a good, right, fashionable pair of glasses, the weasel would have to do without one. He constantly ran into walls and windows--especially windows--to such an extent that Mankarah began to see why it simply preferred to rest around Weylin's neck. Of course, he did not completely understand why the weasel would do this. Mankarah resting on Weylin's shoulders would have surely resulted in his death. Mankarah (the brave and handsome paladin) was a good person with a clear heart, and never thought about killing anybody, especially by wrapping his entire body around their neck.
Granted, it would be a very ineffective way of killing, but it would be novel, and I believe it would have pleased his patron god Leo very greatly, for Leo was super appreciative of creative solutions to all sorts of problems! Anyway, Weylin may have been a jerk, but if Calgar could be a friend, there was no reason he could not be as well! He just needed... to make a lot of lifestyle changes!
Inima loved playing fetch with the weasel, even though it could not carry even a medium-sized stick. They never helped the weasel, for they were very curious, and spent many dozens of minutes watching the animal try to cope with its apparent weakness. They took notes, as well.
Oregano immediately started to try to teach the weasel the ways of trickery and thievery--it was small, and it did not need a whole lot of strength in order to nab a few coins from unsuspecting nobles. But the strange thing was, the weasel did not need to be trained, as a regular animal would. It seemed to understand Oregano's instructions as a person who understood common would. It did, however, not take any instructions that would have landed Oregano in danger, even if he didn't know it yet. For example, it once refused to steal a coin from a family that they would later find out was really a group of hyper-intelligent mindflayers. Despite it being a finicky animal, Oregano loved it very much, and fed it so many treats. Any regular animal would have fattened. But not the weasel!
Cassandra did not try to interact with the weasel because Weylin did not appreciate people taking his weasel from around his neck to play with it, though she sometimes gave it an encouraging smile. "They do not have many creatures like this underground!" she told Weylin once. "It is mostly spiders and naked mole rats, and neither of these are very cute, even when they are tame."
And who would not sympathize with Weylin! He had finally found out the proper food with which to feed his pet, and once he did, everyone wanted to become its friend! Indeed, I suspect you might know what it feels like to have a pet completely out-compete you socially, without even the ability to speak, __b__. It was very frustrating, if I recall!
You can only make out one letter of the name Khamet had written down--it is scribbled out with such unmethodical strokes that casting a spell actually doesn't help you.
Some animals are like that, and indeed, this popularity may have been the only thing that was normal about the weasel.
Mankarah was always rightfully suspicious of everything Weylin did. He was a warlock, after all, and warlocks are never really free to do as they wish.
The story takes a halt as Khamet explains Crezonis's strange situation with Arcaito. If, in the real world, a warlock did not have true free will thanks to his patron, what stops warlocks from also facing the same dilemma in his fictional world? He spends a while justifying this creative choice... even though it might not be accurate, he admits.
One night, Mankarah slowly approached the weasel. Mankarah's own relationship with the weasel was... strained. The first time they met, Mankarah gave it the stinkeye, and it had hated him ever since. It joined Weylin in hissing at him and whenever Weylin dismissed Mankarah with one of his own ideas, he could feel it judging him silently. They had a sort of an informal nonagression pact. As long as one member did not take up arms against the other, everything was fine.
Well, tonight, Mankarah put his weapons away and his arms around his back. He approached the weasel and watched it for an hour as it watched him back. Its two leaf-like wings barely showed up in the moonlight. The weasel sometimes bared its teeth, hoping to scare Mankarah away, and even tried to wake Weylin up by swiping its tail over his nose. Unfortunately, Weylin was known to take very deep trances--as elves do--and was not stirred.
"Human," it said. "No arms. Very clever, very clever indeed. Well, then, I shall not raise my arms against you; instead, I shall use them to walk."
A weasel that could speak! But some creatures say say everything can speak in one shape or another, if you only knew how to understand it. Mankarah did not have the ability to magically understand animals, but it was the weasel that had learned to speak our language, probably thanks to the amount of time it spent around Weylin's neck. The weasel had previously spoken to our (very intelligent, very creative) hero when it drafted the nonagression pact--and now it saw it fit again to speak to him.
It led Mankarah to a separate room of the inn (where Mankarah and his party were offered free cheese with the purchase of two flagons of beer or more). He asked it its name.
"I am ... Sandy," he said. "Sandy, a fey who is responsible for reminding people about the beauty of nature. Most of my brethren use fear to force respect for nature in the wood elves' hearts... but I prefer to take a softer approach. I remind people why it is worth preserving in the first place, but I am not in the majority."
Mankarah nodded sagely as he listened to all of Sandy's words. He felt a deep connection to this weasel and believed that it was better to make people love doing something than have them fear a use of force. It was better to make friends than enemies. "I see... Sandy. So you hope to teach people?"
"Yes. I wish to teach people--but beware, paladin, for I and you are not the same. I do not take this approach because I am kind or mean, by your definitions, but because I simply believe it to be the most effective. Celestials are good, demons are inherently evil... we are much more fickle, and this is the only warning I will give you about us. I am truly neutral. I care only about my goals.
"When I heard that bard's music in the apothecary, I felt... I felt something strange! A ripple in the universe, so to speak. The wilderness... is not so wild anymore. I cannot explain it, but it compelled me to action. Something is wrong within these forests, Mankarah... and your party must find out what it is. Weylin has trouble accepting thi--"
Sandy stopped speaking because Weylin had woken up from his trance. It disappeared from sight in under a second by maneuvering this elf-made settlement with the swiftness and flexibility ... of a weasel. This story will be continued as our brave paladin Mankarah helps save Eniae. |
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Post by Thorn on Feb 27, 2019 7:46:18 GMT -5
Hey guys! A date for the next session hasn't been suggested yet. Originally I was going to suggest the 7th, but that's the day after Basil's catch-up. So I'm going to tentatively suggest the 14th of March as our next session date (and then possibly the 21st, if we want to fit two in next month as briefly discussed?) Or at least one of these dates- both myself and Celes couldn't make the 28th, so these are our options for Thursdays in March. Tagging you all to make sure you see this! Let me know if there are any issues. Breakingchains Thundy Celestial Gelquie Liou Moni |
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Post by Breakingchains on Feb 27, 2019 10:08:00 GMT -5
14th works for me!
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Post by Thorn on Feb 27, 2019 11:06:14 GMT -5
Yay, a great start! =D
I'm pretty excited for the next session- once again, I'm not 100% certain what will happen. But if last session's absolute amazing craziness is anything to go by, I'm sure there will be many goodthings!
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Post by Celestial on Feb 27, 2019 12:26:56 GMT -5
Both of those dates should be perfectly fine by me. ^^
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Post by Thundy on Feb 27, 2019 13:39:46 GMT -5
14th and 21st is a go from me as well!
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Post by Thorn on Feb 28, 2019 7:40:35 GMT -5
Excellent! So all going well I'll catch up with Chains and Basil on the 6th (with Juniper! <3), we'll get the full party together on the 14th (and maybe exchange those prisoners for moolah! wow, such gold, many success!), and then the full party can be joined by my brother on the 21st (I know not everyone has confirmed the 21st, so don't worry too much if you're unsure that'll work out! We'll try get two done in April anyway.)
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Post by Moni on Mar 2, 2019 0:34:14 GMT -5
khamet continues to grace you with his genius! can a mere mortal come up with such graceful writing??? the super secret project and the grumpy dragonborn: part one: preparations of single combat
It was a nice night outside when Mankarah decided to take a walk through some woods in Eniae. Mankarah, by this point, was rather used to walking outside at night without jumping at the shadows that he could not see--rather, he jumped at the shadows he could hear--auditory shadows! Anyways, he was talking a walk outside when he stumbled upon a figure who was plucking leaves from the trees.
It was Cassandra! She was most comfortable in the dark, of course, and thanks to the smatterings of fey blood she had thanks to her heritage, she could see much better than any of us, in full color, and everything! Or at least, that is what Mankarah had learned when he asked whether she could see in color in the dark, right after he asked why she was in the woods.
"Oh! I loved the umbrella you gave me. It is both very stylish and extremely practical for me," said Cassandra, "so I am trying to make one for Elizabeth, the love of my life. You have heard about her before, I assume."
"Of course," said Mankarah. Obviously, Cassandra told one of her best friends about the most important people in her life! "I remember that! Do you want my help making Elizabeth's umbrella?"
"I would appreciate your self, Mankarah," she said, "but just be aware that I am not making the same umbrella you made for me. You gave me a friendship umbrella; I am aiming for an umbrella whose purpose is a bit more intimate."
Mankarah thought about this. "Ah! You want your umbrella to be big enough for two people to hold together, and to be in the shape of a heart, is that it? You can walk together under the sun!"
"Indeed! That is exactly what I was thinking of."
And so they set out to make the best umbrella for Elizabeth!
There is a break in the text. Khamet has realized that one of the previous sentences could be read in the wrong way, and he spends a large amount of time chastising the reader (whose name, you assume, is supposed to be __b__), claiming that he does not make linguistic mistakes. Instead, it is the reader's fault for reading the sentence wrongly. He has apparently written several pages with the various definitions of the word "intimate," making rational, sophistic, and tautological arguments to prove that he is right and that the particular reader he has in mind would be wrong.
There is an extensive sketch of something resembling his previous drawings of Dyventain, complete with two drow walking together under a heart-shaped umbrella. They seem happy.
Speaking of romance, I must relate the story of our bard, Mike, and the dragonborn he poisoned, accidentally, of course! The dragonborn was named Zotyl, who, like most dragonborns, was tall, intimidating, and overly concerned with the strictest possible justice. She was a fire dragon, but cold as ice, is that not ironic? It was only due to a well-timed song that she did not hurt Mike for poisoning her, and stayed at an uneasy truce with him.
Mike, taking Mankarah’s advice to heart, began to train both physically and mentally until he could grow strong. it soon became clear that he did not quite know how to train at all. He lounged around with his tiny lyre, speaking into it, no doubt a prayer to an unknown entity—a fey, perhaps? Or a demon? Or even a god?
He was soon told he was not being effective. In response, Mike simply looked up at Mankarah and hissed, then he roared like a tiger. He pawed at his bedroll with his nails. “I am simply copying nature,” he whispered harshly, “lions, tigers, are the most ferocious creatures around, so by acting like them, I will become fierce and strong.”
Mankarah did not know what he expected. He also did not know why he didn’t expect something like this.
“Well, Mike, you are not a lion or a tiger,” he said, “you are a human, and humans must work for their strength.”
“That’s the problem!” said Mike. “I am a human; she is a dragonborn! If only I were one of her kind, I could stand a chance, but as it stands… it will take years to become as strong as she is.”
Earlier, Cassandra told him that if he had managed to train consistently for forty years, he could perhaps triumph over Zotyl. Forty years is not very long for an elf, but it is extremely long for us, and Mike became discouraged. By then, both Mike and Zotyl would grow to be very old.
“Perhaps, instead of emulating a tiger or a lion, I could emulate a dragon!” Mike exclaimed, coming up with his next brilliant idea. “If I act like a dragon, I shall be indistinguishable from a dragonborn, and that shall even the odds!”
Oregano was watching their conversation from the shadows. Only his laughter revealed him. Mike did not notice at all. He laid his lyre upon the ground and perched over it like a dragon might perch over his hoard.
“Strength is not needed to defeat an enemy in battle,” the dwarf said with a wink. “You can always win her over with guile, charisma, or a superior weapon that will cover for your own inadequacies. Or—well—there is another route. Do you remember that silver comb she lost, Mankarah?”
“Indeed, I did! She was very upset over it. I can’t imagine what it’s like, losing a comb with such sentimental value to you!”
“Perhaps, if Mike could find it, and present it to her after a defeat, she will admire his honor, and will agree to be at least on friendly terms with him.”
Mankarah agreed very much with Oregano. There was only one problem. The comb was a very small object, and it could have been heard to find in the village or Ur Pax, especially since it was so very busy! He asked Oregano if he had it, to which the answer was no. Oregano had attempted stealing from everybody he saw, but by the time he had managed to find a way into Zotyl’s pockets, they were empty.
So Mankarah decided to consult the one creature he knew to live in a small world: Weylin’s weasel, who you now know is named Sandy. Weylin was off trying to collect some herbs and spices for one ritual or the other, and the weasel stood guard over his things. Despite its stature, the weasel had a particularly nasty bite, one that discouraged Oregano from trying to steal from Weylin ever again.
“Hello, weasel,” said Mankarah. Sandy remained silent. Mankarah continued: “I am looking for a silver comb. Have you seen it?”
The weasel inclined its head toward their captive, a dwarf named Blackthorne. She gave Mankarah a very big smile when he went to talk to her.”
“Mankarah, the bold and brave paladin! Oregano has told me much about you!” she said. “Please, do talk to me. I have nothing else to do.”
Mankarah simply asked her if she had seen a silver comb, at which Blackthorne’s face turned suspiciously guilty. She attempted to lie to Mankarah about having ever encountered the comb, but after some more time, she caved.
She stole the comb from Zotyl, hoping to trade it with somebody unscrupulous enough to release her from her binds. Unfortunately, she had also broken the silver comb in pieces; it was useless to her now… but before anything else could happen, she said:
“Well… this comb is clearly important to you. Tell you what, if you could tell Oregano to come talk to me more, I’ll give it to ya, yeah?”
After Mankarah agreed, he went back to Oregano and Mike. Mike was pawing at Oregano and trying his best to summon fire through his breath. It was not working, but Oregano seemed to have fun practicing and honing his thieving skills from a human who was very skilled at performing the role of a dragon.
“Aye, it’s not much use to him broken, is it? There should be some sort of craftsman nearby—or a blacksmith! He is in this very village, and according to my sources, he is extremely good at what he does. And as for Blackthorne… yea, I’ll try talking to her more. Talking is good for the mind.”
The craftsman, at this point, was hard at work constructing sunglasses for Sandy the weasel. Mankarah thought that perhaps the blacksmith would be tired of taking orders from the same parties, but after Cassandra’s intervention, he was happy to be working on something easier for the moment.
Khamet takes a break from storytelling here. There are a few passages detailing miscellaneous things in Eaine, a few sketches of flora and fauna, and some meditations on theology. You do not know the finer points of his culture or the gods he worships, so it’s little more than gobbledygook to you. The story continues after this aside, anyways.
Now, of Cassandra and Elizabeth, you may wonder: how did they end up together, and is their love really that strong? I will relate the answer to the former question below, but as to the second question, know now that the answer is yes.
Elves are much different than us. We live for perhaps a little less than a century; they live for seven multiples of that amount. Their lifelong bonds, therefore, are a bit more lifelong than ours, if that makes any sense. Love for an elf is perhaps more trying than that of a human, and you could say the same for the drow.
Cassandra and Elizabeth have known each other for decades upon decades, and it was only after a human lifetime that they had decided to be together. During that lifetime, they escaped the clutches of the Shadow Queen, and built a life with the small amount of surface drow. Their love was very slow to come into fruition—indeed, elven love is often slow to come to fruition—but that is what makes it very long-lasting.
Elizabeth already had an umbrella of her own, but she appreciated Cassandra’s leaf umbrella, and the fact that it had two handles for the couple to hold onto, such that they did not have to awkwardly allocate handle space while they walked together. If they walked in Mankarah's homeland, they would have certainly been the envy of everybody! Provided, of course, they could weather the desert sun…
There are some sketches detailing the specifics of the umbrella… it seems to be fantastic and impossible, and Khamet would appear to agree. He states that such a design is probably against the laws of nature, but this is fiction, and therefore, not exactly natural.
But of course, we must return to Mike the madman’s quest for very human love. It is more relatable, I think.
He spent several days mimicking a dragon to the point that Inima was concerned that a draconic spirit had taken hold of him. After casting a steam of fire at Mike, they discovered that, in fact, Mike was not imbued with a draconic spirit. Luckily, Mankarah had Leo’s blessing to heal him.
But being scorched with fire gave Mike a taste of what he would be up against, and, having finally experienced something like dragon’s breath, he figured that he could very well experience it again, and tell the tale. He would fight Zotyl as soon as the blacksmith finished fixing the comb, and he would triumph!
Zotyl, however, was not as optimistic for his chances. Mankarah told her that Mike wanted to fight her in single combat, and she let out a slithering laugh.
“Well, I like his gusto, even if he has little chance of winning!” she laughed uproariously, then very quickly returned for frowning at Mankarah. Mankarah and Zotyl did not exactly see eye-to-eye on very many things. For one, Zotyl did not want his friend Calgar to be breathing. Or having a functional heart. Or having his head connected to his body.
Indeed, what mattered most to Zotyl were not words, but actions. She did not care that Calgar had promised to be on a path to improvement: what he had done in his time with banditry meant he deserved the axe, and I daresay I know a certain somebody who would wholeheartedly agree with her.
In the ancient days, dragons’ words moved the very essence of nature. Language and action were one and the same—you can see this today, for some dragonborn are extremely proficient poets! But others despise pretty language: indeed, I think they would argue that it was the ability for the dragons’ words to function as actions that truly mattered, not the words themselves.
Naturally, Zotyl and Mankarah were not on very good terms, but Zotyl was so amused by the prospect of having to fight Mike that she agreed to do so, if only to get back at him for her lingering stomachache. And so, the single combat was scheduled a week from then, a good while after the silver comb would be repaired, but little did we know its function… (yes, I will continue this story later.)
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