You all end up back down by the lake, a small army of kobolds standing with you. Many are still back at the camp up the mountain making preparations to journey through this portal, but will come through in the proceeding hours.
The water sloshes cold beneath the thick ice. A small group of the creatures rushes out to the center of the ice, tools in their jaws and running on all four webbed claws. Bone picks in hand they make short work of it. A large hole opens up. None have gone through yet... waiting for their leaders to make the journey first.
(Go ahead and make a roll for survival and a CON save for me.... each of you.)
(10 con save...Eugh, 6 survival...noooooooooooooo!)
(con 11+6 , Surviy Nat 20 +7
(I'll let you guys describe how you do it... and what happens. Etny you deal with your bird, too. Oredion, you could help Etny and her bird with that friggin nat 20 XD
(Etny's axebeak needs to make rolls! 9 survival, 11 con)
(Lol got 15 and 15
(Tak got a 19 survival 15 con save. Dahlia got 19 survival and 8 con.... she's doing better at swimming but the cold ain't helping. Atriox, you can help her with your rolls, you succeded)
(How you guys handle this helps prove your strength to the kobolds more. They wanted to see what you'd do)
(wait how do I describe this am I swimming down to a portal?)
(Yep! There is a hole in the ice--maybe 50 feet of water going to the bottom, where a large stone is.. On the stone is a teleportation circle. You just need to touch it and it will zip you back to the temple.
(I wanna see what you guys do >D
(Ight got it. Yo Andrew I'm about to sweep your character off her feet so be prepared 😂)
(Bwahahahaha.... this is partly why I wanted you guys to do it... this will be great)
Atriox grabs Dahlia with a mischievous smile. "You afraid to get wet my dear ?" He winks at her.
Atriox looks to the kobolds
"Make sure that dragon head comes right behind me. I will need it as proof for your brethren who are in the dark."
With that the two jump in Atriox swimming using his tail and feet and arms to propel strongly downwards to the portal Dahlia on his back with arms holding on around him using her feet to help as much as she can
Oredion turns to Etny and axebeak and offers his hand.
"I may not look it but I'm quite athletic. Mind if I give you a hand? Swear I don't bite."
Oredion smiles waiting for Etny's response.
(Gotta get permission first can't go around grabbing people like a certain dragon 😂)
(My my what a gentleman
(Pfttttt she'd drown without me and I don't do permission. Better to ask forgiveness than permission)
Etny, embarrassed beyond belief, and turning as red as her auburn hair, takes Oredion's hand. She won't admit it, but she doesn't swim well.
Oredion takes her hand and spins her into his arms. He then picks up axebeak in his other arm.
"Well off we go ladies."
As he says that he jumps into the cold water keeping a tight hold on Etny and axebeak. He uses his strong legs to propell him down towards the stone portal at the bottom. His eyes turn green and he uses his rage to make his legs kick even faster he touches the stone with his head and poof he's teleported to the other side. Soaked and eyes still blazing green he lets go of Etny and axebeak.
"See told ya I don't bite."
Alrik makes no movement to join the others at the edge of the ice, but instead begins channeling magic down his arms, it flowing atop his veins. (Holding my turn until everyone else is through... the spell I acquired at level 4 is gonna come in handy... )
Tak glances back at Alrik, giving him a nod and then jumping into the icy water. He swims as well as his claws allow him, the weight of his weapon helping drag him down. He makes it to the bottom last, touching the stone and teleporting in behind all the others.
(Go for it, Alrik! Show us what you can do. <3)
Alrik closes his eyes as a great storm cloud rolls in above, causing distant lightning strikes and booming thunder to echo across the frozen landscape.
A large, bluish purple lightning bolt arcs down and strikes Alrik. As it hits him, his body crackles and sparks, disappearing into the energy of the storm. A thunderclap rings out from above as the Storm Caller erupts from the cloud, diving straight for the opening in the ice... (misty step)
Mere feet before he collides with the water, he hurls the pooled energy across his left hand, the bolt of lightning being wreathed in fire and blasting into the water. (Fire bolt, range of 120ft.)
(He's basically gaining as much speed as possible to shoot through the water, and using firebolt to blast his way through nearly all of it... 🙂 )
(Niiiice XD Showy. I like it. Rofl probably the most comfortable swim for anyone)
Etny yelps aloud as the dwarf effortlessly hefts her into his arms, and unceremoniously grabbing Gaare, Etny's animal companion, they rush through the freezing water to the portal.
When they arrive, she tumbles out of his hold, and bends down, coughing and spluttering frigid water from her lungs. Oleah! I need to train myself how to swim!
She stands up again and turns to the dwarf. "Harra, Oredion Antrahtu. I never knew your kind could be so adept in the waters. Where I am from, Antrahtu hate the water, let alone swim in it."
You all easily manage to get back through the portal, ending up wet and freezing (with perhaps the exception of Alrik) back in the temple in Dragonshore. The dim light and mossy smell is a shock to your noses after the cold north, as well as the damp warmness of the air.
The kobolds in the room look shocked, almost horrified at your return. This time with even more forces. They realize you've beaten their master.
Alrik, coming through last... arrives with a tremendous thunderclap outside. Even down in this underground room you can hear it boom up above, literally shaking the dust from the stone ceiling. The kobold shaman pushes his way through the hall to see what the ruckus is about, stopping short when he sees you all... bloody, battered, but alive.
Alrik forces his way to the front, lightning sizzling over his damp uniform. It coalesces down his scales to his left hand, his eyes bright blue--almost white--and his voice echoes out in a roar like you've never heard before. Nearly all the kobolds panic, his frightful presence something they've never seen from a mortal man.
A purplish blue bolt of energy cracks through the room, blinding everyone inside. It hits the shaman square in the chest, blasting him into the door and breaking it off its hinges in one movement. The pitiful beast is nothing but charcoal and a stink of rotting fish as the energy leaves him.
As you all gather and speak, kobolds start filtering in behind you. Some push past carrying baskets and buckets, others sneak through with spears. A small group arrives with the white dragon's head... your large trophy, and proof of your command over this tribe. The kobolds that remained in the temple before stare with shock and awe.
His voice loud but low, almost a hiss, Alrik steps forward as he speaks. "Your so-called God is no more. You WILL obey this Dragonborn, or suffer the same fate as the cowardly priest. This..." he approaches Atriox, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Is Atriox, prince of the kingdom Skyhold. He has words for you all..."
Alrik takes half a step back, slamming his staff into the floor as another thunderclap echoes from outside the temple.
Atriox steps forward annoyed and aggravated. He stops by the dead preists body hissing. His dragon tongue flicking out of his mouth
" I gave all of you a chance. A chance to join me. I gave you gifts. And how did you repay me ? You threw me through a portal unknowingly like COWARDS ! You will obey now or you will die !"
He let's out a growl the continues. In a low voice filled with controlled anger
"Clean up........this mess"
(He gestures with one finger at the ashen husk of the priest
"Once you are done you will work. Continue to search for Pyrlanths horde of treasure as well as build up this temple and fortify it. I expect this to be a solid fortress. Now get to it ! Before I eat you for supper !"
Etny shivers from the frigid water, still drenched from the escapade into the portal. The warmer air of this forested area is soothing, and she breathes in the clear air. She reaches back and pulls out one of her newly crafted dragon bone arrows. Looking it over it is needle-sharp, and the arrowhead is conical in shape, with a slight spiral to the overall design, making it that much more accurate. She contemplates all that has happened to her up to this point, and realizes something significant...
...She has been hunting the wrong foe.
Etny returns her arrow to its quiver, and reaching around, removes her pack from her shoulders. She undoes the blanket rolled up at the top of the pack, and returning the pack to her shoulders, wraps herself in the blanket to stay warm, like a cloak.
She pauses and mulls over a question in her mind. Finally working up the courage, she approaches Atriox.
"Atriox-Dugairon," she bows respectfully, "as your hunter in the wilderness, I ask a small boon of you..."
Atriox does not completely look at her but swivels his head to the side a little
"What.......is it huntress. What do you want.....?
Etny bows again. "Atriox-Dugairon...it is a small thing I ask of you, and it is your will to give or not, but...it is customary in my tribe to take the spoils if the Hunt, and possess a..." she tries to think of the right way to say it, "...a token or trophy, signifying a successful Hunt. Might I, with your permission, take but one of the great horns of the beast, and craft it into a hunting horn? It shall prove useful against any foe we may face..."
Uncertainly, she bows again to him. "It is your will, and not mine that I follow, Dugairon. If you refuse, I shall accept."
(17 persuasion)
(That is a tough one......hmmm)
(I suppose you could take the single horn that it has)
(Oooh...it only has one horn? Shoot! Didn't know that, lol)
(That's what the official white dragons look like. Look like it has a horn where the Crest on top is)
(Gotcha. Well, ultimately it's your call. I rolled a persuasion, but that doesn't mean I win the conversation. It was, more than anything, a presentation of an idea. XD)
Atriox thinks it over. He doesn't really want to deform his trophy anymore but he supposes a fake one could be made......besides he did say he rewards earlier. And despite him thinking the womans customs and culture are bizarre he does not wish to insult her even in his anger.
He first clenches hard and he hisses again before an answer is heard.
"Very well huntress. I give you this BIG boon. Gold would have been easier. I hope you dont forget this gesture any time soon..........take your prize !"
He exits the room hes tail smacking the door as he goes. You all hear from the hallway he left into a yell with a growl
"Tak with me ! We have work to do !"
Etny bows deeply to Atriox as he departs. She can tell he is angry, but his accommodating her request is not lost on her. "Harra, Atriox-Dugairon. Egris ahtruk marukkas goreyu. Ata-Morri aglaren usarie nan," she says quietly in a whisper after Atriox, though he does not hear it.
With that, Etny makes her way to the dragon's head.
Oredion decides to walk around and find food. He comes upon a fire two corridors down from the portal and spots some Kobolds sitting near it eating raw meat from a carcass of an elk. He grabs his axe moving them out of the way and chopping of one of the hind legs. He strings it above the fire with a bit of stick and rope and waits for it to cook. Oredion takes a seat near the fire as Joey comes out of his beard cold and hungry and lays on his lap to bask in the heat.
"How you holding up little buddy? Just wait a little longer and we can share some meat like the good old days when it was just me and you."
Oredion pets Joey as he awaits the food to cook. He feels tired and watcha Joey fall asleep upon his lap, but he does not trust these Kobolds yet and stays awake enjoying the warmth. The Kobolds glare at him evily.
Etny approaches the great Anga's head, and, taking up a crude kobold axe, deftly climbs to the top of the head where the single horn is. She offers a silent prayer to the All-Mother, blessing the Hunt to Her name, and with a few quick and hardy strokes, manages tho break off a portion of the dragon's horn, long enough to craft a hunting horn. Einhycacht be damned! I hunt Anga!
Etny takes the piece of the horn she has removed from the dragon's head, and carries it with her a ways off, ignoring the glares and leering eyes of the kobolds as she passes by.
She walks past a group of kobolds eyeing a fire with a figure next to it. She is most relieved to see Oredion sitting next to the flame, warming himself and his pet lizard.
"Oredion-Antrahtu! Care for some company amongst all these Einhycacht?"
Oredion looks up sleepily.
"Aye you can join me and my little friend Joey here. We're just waiting on some grub to cook. More then welcome to join in on the meal.
Joey stretches like a cat waking up and sees Etny and immediately starts to hiss.
"Harra, Oredion, I am honored! I could do with a little 'grub!'"
She seats herself down next to the dwarf and begins warming her hands by the fire. She is suddenly caught off guard by the hissing lizard, and eyes it carefully. "Your friend...he doesn't seem to like me."
Oredion chuckles tiredly.
"He normally dosent like anyone warm-blooded but give him a bit he will up to you like i have."
He checks the meat seeing that it's done he tears chunks off for everyone and hands an extra large piece to Etny for axebeak.
Etny takes the large chunk of cooked meat and stores it away in her pack for Gaare later. She nibbles on the food Oredion gave her, and contemplates her situation.
"Oredion-Antrahtu...where are we? I am...not familiar with this place."
Oredion looks up at her eyes looking a little longer then he should and quickly looks away embarrassed.
"We are in a Kobold camp other than that I do not know I have only been to this place once. We are near a town called DragonShore."
Oredion continues to eat his food flustered breaking of small chunks for Joey to eat.
"So, tell me," she struggles for a moment, "Ore," she says a little awkwardly, "what is your story, and what lands do you come from? I've seen Antrahtu before, but where I am from, they are a highly reclusive folk--do not interact much with other peoples." She eyes the dwarf, watching him and his pet lizard.
Oredion sighs sadness growing in his eyes.
"I... I came from a far off land. One with great beauty, tall trees, great lakes, and was once home to one of the largest mountains known to dwarf kind. Yagdrad was it's name and a beauty she was to lay eyes on. But alas it was destroyed by an evil goblin horde. My people were slaughtered and I was the only one to survive. Be it fate or dumb luck I live on with a burden on my soul and and a rage swelling in my mind. Sorry I do not mean to share such a horrible tale so fast with you."
Oredion looks over his eye now a dark electric green. His other scared eye faintly glowing behind the eyelid. A tear starts to form in his one working eye. He quickly wipes it away embarrassed he got so caught up in his tale.
Etny watches the dwarf, his story a sad and tragic tale. She can't help but think that she and he have that sort of tragedy in common. She hugs her knees to her chest and contemplates her words carefully.
"It is not a bad thing to share your tragedies with others. In a way, Oredion-Antrahtu, I feel it a great honor that you have shared this sorrow. It is not a wise thing to hold onto the weight of grief. I...I too cone from a tale of tears and sorrows."
Etny stares off into the fire, her violet eyes distant. "I come from the land of Sossahl, a very long way from here," she gestures vaguely, indicating what she thinks is the general direction of Sossahl. "Six years ago, an immense raiding band of Einhycacht assaulted my tribe's village, and killed many...men, women, children. Whoever they did not slay outright, they kidnapped, taken as slaves or sacrifices." She stops then, almost unable to finish. After a few moments of trying to stifle her emotions, and in a quiet, subdued voice, she completes her tale. "My mother and father were among those taken. I was hidden from the Einhycacht, and I am likely the only survivor of that raid, that wasn't slain or taken."
Etny sighs aloud, her knuckles white from gripping her knees so hard.
Oredion grabs he hand gently.
"I am sorry for your lost as well. My family was murdered before my eyes and that feels me with rage. How do you handle such emotions?"
Slightly surprised at the gesture, Etny looks down at his hand gripping hers and back up at the dwarf. "Oredion-Antrahtu," she says, a gentle tone to her voice, "I don't know how I handle them. I just try and push forward, despite everything against me. That's...that's all I can do, Oredion-Antrahtu. That's all I can ever do."
Oredion let's go of her hand and stands.
"I like our talks Etny let us continue them later on. For now I must go speak to the raging dragon to see where we are to go next."
Etny nods and grips the dwarf on the shoulder for a brief moment. "I do too, Oredion-Antrahtu. I look forward to them. Ata-Morri aglaren usarie nan, ysa elenn," she says in her native tongue.
With that, she stands as well, and makes her way off to find the Oros-Udunta. Before she rounds the corner, she calls after the dwarf, "Harra, Oredion-Antrahtu, for the food!"
A smile grows on her face as she turns and walks away.
Alrik walks around the temple, surveying the movement of things as he explores the strange building.
Rounding a corner, he sees a pair of blue kobolds gnawing on some meat, and upon seeing him they scurry off making slight whimpering noises. "Fear... a powerful emotion..."
He sits down next to the fire, warming his hands and finally being able to assess the damage, removes his jacket and the shredded remains of his shirt.
Looking down at his chest, he sees...
Your body is black and blue, bruises down your side and up your rib cage. Gashes and dried blood still stain your skin, mostly where it soaked through to your shirt and jacket. You have a pattern of fresh wounds--definitely going to turn into scars--in the center of your chest. The pattern is assuredly one of the taloned feet of the dragon when it came down and crushed you.
Dahlia tentatively sits next to you, having finally left the chamber down below. Her golden eyes take in all your injuries. "I apologize my healing couldn't do more... when we get back to town, I'll make sure we get you men properly taken care of. Perhaps we can go to Petvin, even... I'm so sorry."
Alrik smirks and chuckles. "Scars are stories waiting to be told. Soon enough these will be another tale to tell..."
He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a flask, taking a small drink. "Thank you, Dahlia... I'm not sure what would have happened if you didn't do what you did." He absentmindedly runs his finger along the fresh wounds, feeling their jagged edges.
She nods, curling her red tail around her. The fire feels warm and comforting, despite the many eyes peeking through the darkness watching them. "You have quite the positive outlook on the situation. It's... refreshing."
"I've fought monstrous creatures before... I learned long ago the only mindset you can have when fighting something that powerful is this: Either I'll win or suddenly it won't be my problem anymore."
He takes another small drink before snapping the lid closed and smiling at her. "Wounds are part of battle. You either win and will have a scar to mark your victory, or you lose... in which case you hope that you at least made your mark well enough on your opponent that they won't ever forget you..." his hand drifts to the back of his neck.
Etny makes her way through the various hallways and crumbling remains of the temple, seeking for Alrik Oros-Udunta.
She rounds a large pit where many Einhycacht are gathered. They leer at her, but she ignores them. Rounding a corner, she sees the Storm-Bringer and Dahlia, the Angakresh mate of Atriox-Dugairon sitting together at the fire.
Clearing her throat, she approaches the two. "Alrik Oros-Udunta..." she bows respectfully to the mage, "do you...have a moment? I am..puzzled by many questions."
Alrik, hearing Etny call out to him, beckons to a nearby crate around the fire. "Of course. Have a seat. Come warm yourself. Nothing is quite as unpleasant as wet clothes..."
She makes her way over, and seats herself on the crate. "Alrik...I...," she struggles for the words, "has Atriox-Dugairon always been so...angry?"
He grins, trying hard not to laugh. "For the most part... he's got some grand scheme of things for bringing back his homeland... this... Skyhold, as he calls it. A place for all dragonkind, as he says. He gets angry anytime someone or something gets in the way of his vision..."
His demeanor darkens slightly. "Even when it's his traveling companions that get in the way... I made a choice and followed my instincts about an individual in town. He didn't like what I did and got angry at me because it put his plan in jeopardy..."
The storm mage is silent for quite some time, looking into the fire before finally adding, "His plan is secondary to me... although I may not wear the emblems, I am still a sworn member of the Mage Guard... my first priority is the safety and protection of the general populace... if I have to piss off the Dragonborn to keep my word, then so be it."
"Piss off?" Her violet eyes look inquiringly at him.
Alrik smiles at her, having had to explain words and phrases before while in active duty. "It's just another way of saying to make someone angry... a not so nice way, mind you..."
"I see," Etny replies. "If you are his tribe, why would he throw you to the side? I do not understand. But what do I know, I am an outlander--sangam--here in this strange place."
She goes silent for a moment, contemplating his words. "Alrik, may...may I ask a favor?"
Alrik nods. "I cannot promise you'll like the answer, as I do not know the question... but yes, you may ask a favor of me."
Etny turns slightly red, almost matching the color of her auburn hair. "Your storm magic--ourahn--is quite impressive. I...," she stops, slightly embarrassed. "I wish for you to imbue my arrows with thunder. Can you do this?"
Alrik thinks for a moment. "I can try, but I make no promises... it might work, or it might just completely obliterate the arrows..."
Etny thinks as well, a moment or two passing by. She finally nods and agrees, her mind made up. "Yes, I have planned for this, Alrik Oros-Udunta." A smile spreads across her face. "My arrowheads are made of the bones of Anga! They might stand a better chance against your imbuements than regular bone or steel arrowheads. Let us try."
Etny turns to Dahlia. "Angakresh, be mindful and pleasing to your mate. He is..." her voice lowers to a whisper, "..he is quite angry!"
Dahlia turns about as red as her scales, her eyes flashing a bit in alarm. "H-he's not my--" she glances at Alrik, then back to Etny. "Ehh.. yes... yes I understand. I'll go check on him perhaps, now that he's had a bit of fresh air."
She stands, bowing to both of them as she takes her leave. She heads upstairs rather hurriedly, watching the kobolds leer in her direction. A shiver runs up her spine, but she knows... hopes, Atriox has full control over them now.
Alrik picks up a nearby bowl, dumping the gnawed clean rib bones out of it. Holding his left hand above it, the blue energy begins flowing down his arm and dripping from the fingertips into the bowl. Once halfway full, he takes his knife and makes a small cut on his finger, allowing a few drops of his blood to fall into the fragrant energy pooling in the bowl.
It sizzles and bubbles as it makes contact, but mixes together after a few seconds. Taking the bowl in both his hands, he focuses on the energy within, attempting to make it come alive. (12+1=13 arcana... can I burn two sorcery points to roll again?)
(16+1=17?)
(17 matches it! go for it)
The contents of the bowl begin swirling and sparking as small storm clouds start to pour out of it. The small bolts of lightning begin to strike the surface of the energy as thunder echoes from the bowl in his hands.
The storm inside subsides, leaving a bowl of gray liquid, swirling with bits of bluish purple when the light catches it properly.
Alrik dips a stick into it, flicking a droplet against the floor, a large booming sound echoes through the tunnels. He smiles at Etny. "Looks like it'll work."
(That's fantastic... ugh so perfect. Etny, there's enough there to imbue 15 arrows with 1 time use thunder damage.
Also... all of you gain a point of inspiration for your spectacular roleplaying today. You gain advantage on one future roll of your choice. I will hand these out more often so please, use as you see fit lol)
Etny is stunned. She us beyond words. Watching the Storm-Bringer perform such incredible, if subtle, magic.
"Oleah! Oros-Udunta! This is incredible! Shiza! I am speechless, Alrik! Harra, thank you!"
Etny reaches out and carefully, gingerly takes the bowl of magical liquid from Alrik. She immediately sits on the ground and begins the process of imbuing the arrowheads with the magical substance.
She hazards a glance back up at Alrik, a bright smile upon her face.
Alrik is watching as she imbues the arrowheads, intrigued by the process. "Glad to be able to help, lady huntress..."
Alrik stands up and walks outside, pulling his bronze cigarette case out of his pocket as he breathes in the cool night air.
Etny stands, reviewing her handiwork: 15 imbued arrows; 30 in all with the dragon bone arrowheads. She is beyond excited at the prospects this could hold in her hunt.
Etny carefully and cautiously wraps the thunder arrowheads in cloth after they have dried, and gently places them in her quiver.
Now it is time for oblations to the All-Mother, and to find Tak.
Etny rushes through the crumbling ruins of the Elven temple, and passes many a kobold. They all leer at her, but she pays them no mind.
Finding a secluded grove of trees, she kneels before a bed of wildflowers, and begins to chant a slow, melodious song in her native tongue. The chant rises and falls with the night breezes, her soft voice weaving a gentle prayer to the All-Mother. It consists of many things...blessing her travels, watching over those she now calls friends, keeping her vigilant on The Hunt, and many, many other things. Once she is done, she curls herself up, and meditates quietly for several minutes.
Rising to her feet, she feels the night breeze waft through her auburn hair. It is, despite all that has happened to her, a peaceful night, indeed.
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Tak almost jumps when he hears the dragonborn call his name. It makes his head ring a little. He patters after Atriox hoping to catch up to his friend's larger strides, his talons click-clacking on the stone floor.
The strange spike pit is raised, so he nervously hurries past it. It makes him uneasy. Rounding the corner and hurrying past Ore and Etny, he finds Atriox ascending the stairwell. The door to the left is still issuing a low growl, but he ignores it for now. He doesn't want to insight any more wrath.
At the top of the steps he pauses for Tak
"I'm sorry my freind. My wrath is not meant for you. You I trust completely."
He puts a hand on Taks shoulder affectionately
"Gather as many of our troops as you can. We march on Stonebreak outpost at once. Send word for the rest of our freinds to find Zeed and the boys to head back to town when they are ready and start the party. You and I will meet them there later."
Tak stares up at you with wonder in his eyes. He gets a slow, evil grin. "We... march on Stonebreak?" He licks his lips. "Why?"
A burning vengeance can be felt from the little creature.
Atriox lifts his head up to the ceiling and let's out a thunderous laugh
"Ohhhh my little freind. I wish I could unleash you and your breathern upon that fort but we need those men. And we need Dragonshore. Killing that outpost would mean war with the humans. You know that. No we go to get payment and announce our intentions while making a show of force. Bring any of the wolves we have as well."
The look on Tak's face is a bit unreadable. He glances back behind them at where Etny was sitting, remembering what she said to him. What he said to her. He turns to Atriox and nods. "Tak understands."
Heading upstairs and into the main room.... you see a strange sight. Zeed is tied up, his wings and legs bound, his beak taped off. He's attached with rope to the wall on a rocky outcropping, as if they've placed him there as a meat hook. He spots you and frantically yells, his muffled screams angry and urgent. Tank is hogtied up next to him on the ground, his horns capped with fruit and other odds and ends... apparently as a preventive from impaling anyone. He's snoring loudly on the stone, face down.
Atriox chuckles and goes to help the two clowns.
Atriox, you ungag Zeed and he gasps, starting to screech out, "FREAKING THANK YOU! THESE SNIVELING LIZARDS ARE GONNA PAY!" he thrashes against his cords, the remaining blue kobolds in the area fleeing from before you all. Tank wakes with a start and a loud yawn. "Oh, Hi Atty, hi Taky."
Zeed stretches his arms and rubs his limbs as you free him. "Mangy.... they jumped us not long after you disappeared inside. Thought you both were dead. You ever been jumped by a hundred kobolds?" He looks ragged, his feathers all messed up. "They'd run by here every five minutes plucking my feathers out!" He squawks. "They already ate the horse... we were on the menu for tonight. Thank the divines you showed up again..."
Tak shakes his head as Atriox frees the others, heading outside to talk to the other kobolds and make the arrangements that his chief has asked for. Soon a fair group of them are ready to go, supplies and armor continuing to come through the portal down below.
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Alrik finishes up his smoke as Oredion and Etny join him. Knowing the dragon fellows have business to finish, you follow behind Zeed the aarakocra and Tank the minotaur...marching back to town.
It takes a few hours, during which Etny and Oredion get a grand tour of Tanglewood Grove, the giant bones of the ancient red dragon, and the blood colored sunset glow over the forest. Now clear of both goblin and kobold trouble, it is a quiet, safe journey...
You arrive back in town by evening, the sun having set perhaps an hour ago. The lights in town are firing up--some charged with mage light, others hand lit with oil.
You head over to the Dragon's Lair Inn, a rather fantastical looking facade on the outside with a wooden and metal sign mounted in a dragon's mouth above the doorway. You enter the warm glow inside, basking in the smells and the woody scent of alcohol. The owner, Jennae Applebrew, spots Zeed and Tank first (as he is rather large) and then Alrik, and shouts, "You're back! Welcome fellas! How did it go?"
The guys smile, Zeed plopping down a bag of gold--his share of all the earnings from the goblin camp. "WE DID IT! We rid the forest of the goblins, killed em all! Rescued this fella," he jabs a thumb at Oredion, and Tank pats the dwarf on the shoulder good-naturedly, "Dealt with all the kobolds... Atriox is goin' to control 'em now and keep 'em in line. No more looting or killing on the roads." He glances at Etny, who he was introduced to on the way bak. "And we found this chick in the... old temple I guess. PARTY TIME!"
People gather around you all and cheer, hearing the good news. Jennae grabs Zeed by the shoulders, giving him a good noogie on the head--something he loves and hates. "Great flaming cannons, how stupendous! I'll roll out the good stuff from the cellar. Tank dear, want to help?" The minotaur chuckles with what you assume is a blushing expression, hurrying to assist.
She passes out keys to the rest of you. "You all look like you've been through hell and back. Feel free to use the washroom upstairs, and rooms are on the house if you need to rest."
Alcohol and food starts flowing and a few bards start singing. Quite a grand show begins, and more people begin to flood in to the inn to hear the good news. You're all bombarded with questions and intrigue from the townsfolk, and kept quite busy at the beginning.
Alrik grumbles to himself at the amount of people and walks out the doorway, heading to the Velvet Fang to search out Zinnia.
Oredion heads to the bar and and takes a seat. He looks around knowing no one he decides to drink alone at the edge of the bar. He starts off by knocking two mugs of beer back at the same time and grabs some cooked duck and starts to grub down by himself.
The drinks and food are delicious, and the barmaid is rather jovial as she serves you. "Glad you're doing alright, sir! And that these fellas found you in one piece. Seems like you ain't had a proper meal in days!" Jennae places another plate and mug in front of you, her long braided hair flicking as she serves more customers.
Etny enters the inn hesitantly, not wanting to draw attention to herself. At the same time...she is quite intrigued by the music and merrymaking within.
Not one to regularly indulge herself, she quietly makes her way to the bar with hesitation, and seats herself there.
She begins to feel an emptiness within grow, like a disease that seems to cut its way through the body, she feels quite out of place here amongst all this jovial merrymaking.
(She's maybe five seats down from Oredion, lol)
The barmaid approaches her. "Hello young lady... my what a dazzling color your eyes are." She smiles brightly, her laugh lines wrinkling around her lips and nose. "A bit out of sorts, I suspect? Perhaps a hot meal would do you well. Anything you're partial to? We serve our heroes well here." She winks.
Etny smiles sheepishly, shyly running a hand through her auburn hair. "I am grateful for your kindness, Oman-dera. I am...not sure what I would like. What is..." she goes quieter, "what is good here?"
Oredion notices he's bleeding out threw his clothes witch is slowly seeping down his bar stool. He just glanced at in and shrugs it off and continues to eat and drink. Knowing this is his first good meal and drink in a month he greedily chows down and hits his drinks back to back. A little tipsy already he waves to the bar maid.
"Clean up on aisle me!"
He points to the pool of blood slowly forming under him.
Miss Applebrew makes a face at Oredion, nudging one of the other workers to grab the mop. Shaking her head she turns to Etny, who watched the entire exchange. "I think you'll like our special tonight, one of the lads caught a boar down by the sea today. Mighty fine cuts, along with some local greens." She winks again and bustles off.
The fellow cleaning the floor glances at the drunk dwarf, eyeing him strangely. "Would ya... like ta take a bath, mister? We gots some bandages upstairs too if ya like, so yous..." He looks back down. "Not keep bleedin' and such."
Oredion stumbles off his bar stool and starts trying to navigate upstairs to find bandages. (Blood loss+Alcohol= Drunk already)
You stumble your way up the stairs, somewhat confused on where to go. It seems difficult to navigate, but you do find yourself in some kind of washroom eventually. You drop your coat and look at your bloody arms, the cuts from the goblin fighting ring fresh and red again. You vaguely remember the green energy lancing from them, tearing them open again as you hurdled your axe into the back of the dragon's head.
With a shrug you wash up, the water turning a pinkish color from the fresh blood. Your coat is still rather soiled and bloody as well, but you don't pay it any mind. (Make an investigation check to find bandages... with disadvantage)
Etny watches Oredion, wishing she'd noticed his bleeding sooner. Mentally kicking herself, she holds up a hand to the bartender, and rising from her seat, silently follows the dwarf. (23 stealth)
She follows Oredion to the upstairs, and when she reaches the top of the stairs after him, finally speaks. "Oredion-Antrahtu...you are bleeding."
Oredion turns to see Etny luckily he had only took his trench coat and shirt off at this point. He looks highly embarrassed at the state he's in.
"O he.. hello Etny. Yeah I'm bleeding a little bit nothing to worry about."
He quickly turns away silently cursing at himself. Fumbling around trying to find bandages he suddenly feels light headed and falls back to the floor sliding down the wall slightly. He covers his face with one arm trying not to meet Etny's gaze.
Etny rushes forward and catches the dwarf before he slips completely to the floor. She pauses a minute, looking over his open wounds. "Shiza, Oredion-Antrahtu! You need healing, and you need it bad!"
With that, Etny sets to work, gathering supplies and bandages. She begins cleaning his wounds with salves, and covering them with poultices. (23 medicine)
With that, she takes some bamboo strands, thins them out, and connects them to a small sewing needle to which she uses for stitching. She carefully stitches up his wounds, one at a time, and bandages what she can.
Etny finally ends the healing with a touch to Oredion's shoulder. Her fingertips light up, and she utters a silent prayer to the All-Mother. Oredion, you feel energy and vitality flow over you. (Cure wounds, 6 HP, whether you're fully healed or not.)
When she is done, she surveys her handiwork, proud of herself.
"Antrahtu, you can open your eyes now. I know you've been awake this whole time."
Oredion uncovers his face. His face a picture of pure embarrassment.
"I'm sorry... I did not wish for to see me in such a state. Thank you for helping me I feel much better now. You can go rejoin the party if you so desire."
Oredion utters the last part with a grimace. He tries to avoid Etny's eyes as they speak.
"Come on," she helps heft him up, "you swam me and my Gaare through a freezing cold lake to get us to safety, I can at least heal you like this to return the favor. It is oremar--a favor given for a favor returned--and you needed this healing up more than anything, Oredion-Antrahtu. Come," she says steadying the dwarf, "let us get you to a place to rest."
"Nay I must feast I think I can walk on my own now. Your healing works wonders I feel 50 years younger. How about me and you go down to the bar. We can enjoy food and converse?"
He looks at Etny pleadingly not wanting to look weak to her, but not wanting to leave her company just yet.
Etny nods in agreement, keeping a hand on his shoulder to make sure he is stable as they descend the stairs to the bar.
Still unsure as to what is good in this realm, she turns to the bartender Jennae Applebrew, and asks, "Oman-dera, I ask your pardon for leaving so quickly earlier...what is...what is good here? I am not from these parts, and know nothing of your food or customs."
Jennae laughs a great belly laugh. "Deary you must be exhausted. And you haven't even drinkin' yet." She slides a plate in front of both you and Oredion, piled high with boar steak and salad. "I had the chef prepare a second plate, your friend seems rather hungry."
Unfamiliar with the customs and etiquette of this land, she looks down at the intricately designed and ordered platter of food before her, and, while she is not unfamiliar with utensils, the sight of a set of metal implements at either side of her plate puzzles her.
Not wanting embarrass herself, Etny reaches into one of her fur boots, and draws out a utility knife, and begins slicing up chunks if the boar steak. Stabbing a sizable piece of steak, she eats and savors it, the flavor like nothing she's ever had before.
Oredion grabs at the food before him now trying to Pace himself to not make anymore of a fool of himself then he already has. He grabs another mug of beer and downs it quickly. He leans back and lets out a loud burp. He raises his mug and his voice and shouts a toast.
"To good food, good drinks, and great company!!"
Oredion looks at Etny and taps her on the shoulder.
"How you enjoying the food? I bet this environment throws you off a bit. Ah.. I needed all of that haven't ate that good in a month thanks to those damned goblins.*
Oredion pats his now growing stomach too drunk to care about his rage towards goblins.
The Dragon's Lair Inn is still going strong, even at 2 in the morning. Zeed is passed out on stage, a trumpet over his head like a nightcap. Tank has taken his place, recounting a harrowing tale of carnage and love in a very off-tune b flat sort of melody. Petvin has retired back to the temple, but the rest of the fellows drinking are starting up a contest.
"DWARF! Good dwarf, you think you're up for a few more shots?" "Yes, yes join in the fun! You should celebrate! Slaying a dragon!? ARE YOU INSANE? You are the COOLEST person we've ever had come through this pisspot of a town!" "Oh come off it, Reg... that other fella came through a few years back--" "Nooooo, no don't you go giving me lip! That madman wouldn't have known a dragon from his--"
There is a lot of noise and it's hard to process all the talking. But the flattery of your deeds and the retelling of your dragon-slaying for the umtenth time is... enjoyable.
The Dragon's Lair Inn is still going strong, even at 2 in the morning. Zeed is passed out on stage, a trumpet over his head like a nightcap. Tank has taken his place, recounting a harrowing tale of carnage and love in a very off-tune b flat sort of melody. Petvin has retired back to the temple, but the rest of the fellows drinking are starting up a contest.
"DWARF! Good dwarf, you think you're up for a few more shots?" "Yes, yes join in the fun! You should celebrate! Slaying a dragon!? ARE YOU INSANE? You are the COOLEST person we've ever had come through this pisspot of a town!" "Oh come off it, Reg... that other fella came through a few years back--" "Nooooo, no don't you go giving me lip! That madman wouldn't have known a dragon from his--"
There is a lot of noise and it's hard to process all the talking. But the flattery of your deeds and the retelling of your dragon-slaying for the umtenth time is... enjoyable.
(Wait i was talking to Etny but there's shottssss... This is a major dilemma for my warrior 😂😂😂)
(lolololol xD Andrew said he'll post as soon as he gets home. He called me.)
(guess I'll do some shots real quick then come back to the convo lol)
(Bwahahaha.. sounds good)
Oredion here's them chanting his name behind him. He looks Etny in the eyes seriously.
"Excuse me fair warrior I have a battlefield to conquer. I shall be right back."
Oredion slips off his bar stool and drunkily walks over towards the chanting. He sees 8 shots lined up before him on a square table. There's 8 shots lined up at each corner. He understands that whoever drinks there line first wins. He slams the table with his fist and looks all of his opponents in the eyes one by one.
"On the mark of 3 we duel 1... 2... 3... "
Oredion quickly hits the shots back to back trying to be as quick as possible but already very drunk.
(Sleight of Hand 19)
( oh my goodness... I love the setup, and that was a fantastic roll...
Ore, despite your drunken stupor it is almost muscle memory at this point. You knock back each shot expertly. With each clink of the glass on the table the crowd roars even louder. You hear your name being chanted all around you and it's almost as intoxicating as the alcohol.
When you finish your last shot you practically hoisted into the air by the crowd, beating out the second-place contender by a half a second. Everyone continues to cheer, passing around more drinks.
Oredion looks around almost falling from turning. The room starts spinning and he feels like he's about to hurl. He stops when he sees Etny. He walks up to her as steadily as he can and taps her on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry to cut our talk short... I'm a little under the weather currently as you can see. I will hopefully speak more with you on the morrow for now I will be going to get some rest. Now to face my true enemy stairs!"
Oredion chuckling loudly gives her a simple drunk bow and continues to go to the rooms of the inn visibly stumbling up the stairs at one point on all fours.
Etny is full of a wave of different emotions. First, concern at her friend the Antrahtu drinking himself silly--a thing unheard of in her tribe; second, stifling laughter at his behavior; third, exhaustion from her ordeals; and fourth, an emptiness at her inability to fit in.
She is snapped out of her reverie when Oredion-Antrahtu taps her on the shoulder. She didn't realize he was talking to her. She shakes her head to clear it. "Oooh, uuuuh, Oredion-Antrahtu, yes, please, get some rest! I shall help you up the stairs, since they are your foe!"
With that, Etny leaps off of her seat, and aides the dwarf in navigating the stairs.
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Alrik... You head to the Velvet Fang, enjoying the peace and solitude as much as the cool night air. The inn was incredibly stuffy and hot, not to mention claustrophobic.
Pushing open the door next to the soft red light you've grown accustomed to, the scented baths and a tinge of roast duck enshroud you. It's very comforting. The head matron sits at the main table, raising an eyebrow as you enter.
"Welcome, Alrik. Another busy few days I see?" She looks somewhat sleep deprived, giving you a worried glance up and down. "Do you need a healer this evening?"
"Perhaps two..." he unbuttons his shirt, showing the deep, jagged lacerations left by the dragon as well as the massive bruises.
"Good gracious!" Rebecca puts a hand to her mouth, a little taken aback by the state of your injuries. "I swear the next time you come here you'll be in a coffin..." Shaking her head, she comes around the side of the table and escorts you in. She doesn't bother you with the rules and the truth circle tonight.
"Magnolia?" She calls down the hall before she shakes her head again. "Shoot, right, she's... not here at the moment. Let me see what healer we have available tonight. She and Dahlia are some of our best, it's been hard without them. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll be back shortly."
Alrik nods, walking to the buffet table and grabbing a bottle of brandy before sitting down and pulling the cork with his teeth. He breathes in the incense burning, and for the first time in what feels like days, allows himself to relax a bit.
You feel the waves of exhaustion settle over you like a steady sprinkling of rain. The incense makes your head feel heavy. The drink is strong but soothing, taking away some of the pain from the injuries in your ribs. You try to not move too much as you sit there, the stabbing sensations quite uncomfortable. No one bothers you for some time. You also notice Zinnia is not around at the moment.
The matron returns, a funny look on her face. "I... don't believe we have anyone else here at the moment, I'm dreadfully sorry Alrik. But..." She kneels down to whisper in his ear, "Magnolia made a special request--permission granted by the owner--that you can visit with her in the room downstairs. The one with the bookshelf." She gives you a look, shrugging.
(..... 14 insight. Is she trying anything nefarious?)
You sense something's strange, but nothing nefarious. She just seems tired and overworked. And it does seem like something Magnolia might suggest, if Oxious knew you and the others were about to do something dangerous. Did he know?
Alrik stares deeply into her eyes, studying the woman before finally moving and making his way downstairs. He pauses at the newly hung door, not sure what to say or do, but eventually shrugs and knocks.
A short moment later the door opens and Oxious is staring at you. He's a bit startled, seeing the state you're in. "Evening. Thanks for not shooting this door down, too." He gives you a raised eyebrow. "Magnolia, you have a patient." He turns on heel, leaving the door open behind him.
You enter, seeing Magnolia at one of the couches. She looks at you in shock and you can tell her mind is whirling, wondering what things she should get to help you. Oxious looks like he could care less. "I'll be back in my study darling. Get me if you need any... assistance." Without saying goodbye to Alrik he walks through the open bookshelf, back into the inky glittering blackness to his home.
Alrik smiles, feigning that he isn't as hurt as he is. (Dang it, no! I got a 19 deception... lol. The one time I wanted to roll badly)
"Thanks for healing me up... it's not really a big deal, I'm sure I'll be fine..." he groans as we walks inside, wincing at the wounds pulling.
She gives you a warm smile. "You're tough... I'm sure you've been through worse." She pats your cheek. Your beard has grown in quite a bit since you were last there. "After we get you cleaned up, I recommend a soak and some rest... you look like you haven't slept in days, sir."
Pulling out her salves and bandages, she begins cleaning your wounds. It takes... quite a long time. It's quiet, meticulous work. At one point you think you might have even nodded off... but the aching has lessened now. The amount of bandages she's added give you some rigidity, and movement isn't as painful.
"There... these should keep the wounds clean. It's silk again--it'll breathe and can handle the baths. Just take it easy."
Alrik nods, setting the nearly full bottle of brandy on the side table. "Thank you, Magnolia... you've got a gentle touch." He smiles at her. "I'll be able to soak in the baths, then?"
"You will." She nods, bowing her head deeply. "I... appreciate your kindness, and concern for me.... I know that's why you came to Oxious' room the other day. Was it not?"
Alrik nods again. "Yes, I was concerned about your wellbeing..."
She looks at Alrik with gratitude, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You're a kind man. I promise I am alright... it was a strange situation after all. But you saved me from a terrible fate."
Alrik looks at her, his eyes narrowing. "A terrible fate by who's hand, Magnolia?"
"What? OH!" Her eyes widen. She hugs your arm kindly. "No, no I meant from... from the tomb." She shivers a little, her eyes closed and blocking out the memories. "Waking up in that awful place, or at least... coming to my senses. I just remember the noises, the... the skeleton that Tak was wrestling, that... came to life. Oh goodness, if you all weren't there I would have... I would have been..." She buries her face in your shoulder, trying to be mindful of your wounds.
"You can tell me if you are in any sort of danger, Magnolia... I would protect you. I would protect all of you..." (23 persuasion) he places his hand in her shoulder, looking in her eyes.
(Niiiiice... very nice...)
She stares into your storming blue eyes, and you can almost feel the emotions within her. It's starkly different than the first night you met her, when she was still under the control of the necromancer... There is a clarity and a gentleness there you aren't as accustomed to.
"I know what you are thinking..." She whispers quietly, turning to look at the bookshelf. "I assume you saw, somehow... what happened that day." She averts her eyes to the floor. "I'll admit, I've... never seen Oxious so upset. I-I'm sure it was just concern, but... he didn't believe me at first." She swallows a lump in her throat. "It wasn't like when you... spoke with me in your room." She gives Alrik a side glance.
"He did use some magic to peer into my mind. He--and I--saw things there that I had no idea of. Things that happened. I... saw how I got you..." she almost can't speak the words. "How I got you into the tomb. You and your friend..." Magnolia shakes her head. "I relived it, but it felt like I was watching outside of myself. It felt raw... it was painful..."
She shivers, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I... admit, I cried a lot from that experience. Since then, even... Oxious realized my innocence one we were finished, and took me to his home to keep an eye on me. He's just... monitoring me, to make sure I'm safe. He might... even close up, while he does some work. Something is happening here, and it..." her voice catches. She glances at the portal again. She looks at Alrik, fear in her eyes.
"Zinnia's disappeared."
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Tak turns to look at you, Atriox, as you approach the assembled kobold soldiers. There's about 500 in all, ready to go at your command. They are whispering and hissing amongst one another, the stories of your deeds still trickling through their ranks.
Following your lead, they make their way around the edge of the forest and down the ravine, heading toward Stonebreak Outpost. You can see the lamp light in the distance, soldiers keeping guard outside and watching from threats up the mountain pass.
Atriox looks to Tak
"Wait here with the troops out of sight. I will approach alone and talk. When you hear my signal bring our men out into the open. Do NOT attack. You hear that everybody? DO NOT ATTACK!"
Atriox heads off to the fort.
Tak nods resolutely. The other kobolds grumble but listen to your orders. You make your way to the keep.
Once within earshot, one of the guards hails you. "A-Atriox? Is that you?" You see that it is lieutenant Donovan, Alrik's buddy from the war. "You're back? How did things go? We were worried when we didn't see you again."
Atriox chuckles. "Donovan is that you ? Aye all is well. Very well in fact I have glad tidings. It took some time it did though. How are things?"
He looks excited. "They're okay. We had a raid a few nights ago, couple soldiers got pretty beat up. Lost a few good men. We're rebuilding part of the eastern wall. Not at liberty to give more details but... it wasn't pretty." His brow furrows.
Ushering you up to the gates, he calls one of the men to get Commander Ironfist. "Glad to see you're in one piece. Where's that... little fellow of yours? And Alrik, is he alright?"
Atriox walks in. "They're great. I sent the boys to a party in Dragonshore. I had some business here to finish up then I'll join them."
"Oh fantastic... we're glad to see a friendly face again, that's for sure. The Commander has been in a frenzy... you have no id--" A side door slams open at that moment.
The imposing figure of commander Ironfist enters the room, sweeping his cloak behind him. His hand is on the hilt of his sword. "Yes, lieutenant? Oh... hello, dragonborn. You've returned? Good news I hope?"
Atriox nods his head. "Good news indeed Commander Ironfist. We completely scouted out the kobolds situation. The temple is fortified if only minimally. They are excavating for something. The temple appears to be elven ruins in origin. There was about 200 or so at the temple itself. They also have wolves. Now am I correct in assuming that despite how many you kill they keep replenishing there numbers out of nowhere ? Well that is because theres is portal in the temple that leads to fortress far in the crags. Near winterfell. There was about 1000 roughly there being led by a female white dragon named Tyranus. I believe 3 equal payments were promised for intelligence?"
The commander blanches visibly. "W-what? A dragon?" He seems shaken. "Never in all my years..." He turns, thinking. "Yes, I can offer you some payment for that. If you can help us get rid of the threat, my original agreement was 50 gold a piece." He turns, one eye giving you a hard look.
Atriox chuckles. "I believe I already solved that problem for you and your men as well. Would you and Donovan join me on the battlements facing the forest please?"
The commander gives you a strange look. He glances in Donovan's direction, and the soldier gives him an affirming nod. The two of you follow Atriox up onto the highest battlement. Many eyes watch you go, whispers following after.
Atriox looks at the commander as confident and reassuringly as possible "now please trust me and do not panic. I have something to show you all and trust that no harm will come to any of you."
(Persuasion 18+)
Atriox points to where his troops are hidden and roars as loudly as he can for a signal
You suddenly see a small horde of kobolds break from the trees, rushing forward about a hundred yards.... before stopping suddenly. They stand, their glowing eyes bright in the light of the torches from the keep. You hear men shouting below, rallying from the loud roar issuing from the battlements.
The commander and lieutenant are both speechless. "What in the world...? You... control them now?"
Atriox nods. "Indeed all 1200 are mine. The dragon slayed. Its treasure taken. I have two encampments on the other side of the forest one being the temple. Dragonshore is now protected on three sides. Come to your office and I'll tell you the whole tale."
He stares in shock for a long moment. "Yes... Yes of course. Please... I wish to hear this tale." Ironfist turns, leading the way to his room. Donovan just stands on the battlements alone, staring at Tak in front of all the kobolds. He has a strange expression on his face.
Over the next hour, the commander listens intently to the entire story. he's rather enraptured by the takeover of the goblin camp, the rescue of a captive, and then the journey through the temple. At the tale of the dragon he's entirely flabbergasted. "I would have never known... No wonder we could not quell their numbers. How outrageous."
He looks you up and down, noting the state you're in. "Although your story is quite the tall tale... I can not deny the truth of it. I've seen wounds like yours before. Always on dead men." He pulls out a crystal bottle of rum and pours two shots of it, passing a small glass to you.
"So Dragonshore is safe..." he mulls over what you've shared. "You intend to keep these... creatures..." he picks his words carefully, "as protection? For us? After all they've done? Can they be trusted?"
Atriox takes the drink gladly and nods. "They have a lot to learn for sure commander. But they are beings of intelligence given the chance. Look at Tak. He has proven himself 10x over. Under his guidance I'm hoping that they will adopt his attitude. Provided there is no trouble from your men ? We must have peace for this to work. There are deep wounds that need mending. Perhaps at some point the men could do training excercises together? Kobolds and men fighting alongside each other."
Atriox gives him a big smile. Then falters. "As for Dragonshores safety......that's a whole different situation I'm afraid. Come let's look at your map."
(Atriox describes what he knows about the orc situation so far and the necromancer.)
He points at the mines. "A message was intercepted. We are decoding it. Hopefully soon I will have more information."
Commander Ironfist strokes his chin. "We haven't seen or heard of any activity in that area in years... I'll have a few scouts take a look at first morning's light. If what you say is true... perhaps more armed forces would be useful."
He glances at the window, a rather uncertain glint in his eye. "I would like to see this.. camp of yours soon. Perhaps once you have things situated. Would it be alright if we planned a visit?"
Atriox nods happily. "I'd be glad to arrange something commander. I'd also be honored when that day comes if you had any tips I'd be more than willing to take advice from a talented military man with so much experience."
Atriox holds his hand out.
He smiles, extending his calloused hand to shake yours. "It would be my pleasure. Please, feel free to stop by and speak with me any time."
Atriox shakes one last time then let's go
"Say commander I'll let you keep that reward money if I can trouble you for a horse I have urgent business in Dragonshore and I would appreciate the speed. I'll be glad to send it back your way if you wish ?"
The commander nods. "That's more than fine. We'll get you a horse saddled and ready to go." He slides 300 gold across the table nonetheless.
"You have done us a great service." He gives Atriox a strong look. "Please, keep them in line. I would hate to think of what might happen should we have another... accident. Let's keep that from happening."
" I could not agree more commander. If one of my men breaks the peace they will suffer for it publicly. By whatever you deem fair. I thank you for the reward and the horse."
He walks to the door and then looks back.
"Tell your scouts to be cautious. This necromancer is crafty indeed. I've faced him once. And I don't like this orc development one bit. I have a few plans in mind to help. I will keep you informed everytime something new comes up commander. May whatever god you believe in guide your path."
Atriox leaves to mount up and ride out to Tak. Atriox waves to Donovan on his way out.
The soldiers prepare the largest horse they have for you, one best fit to your size. A pale gray, it's seasoned and bridled with care. You take it out to where Tak is, and you see Dahlia is standing and talking with him. They look up as you approach, curious as to what the result of the meeting was.
Once out to his freinds he smiles wide. "We have a successful alliance. That was a very productive meeting freinds provided we keep our men in line. That will fall to you Tak. I trust you can do it. Nay I know you can. I will put your share of the money into our collective resources if that is alright with you ? Unless you need it ? I have business in Dragonshore. I will take Dahlia. Tak get all our troops to the encampment and settled. Keep the temple kobolds doing what they are doing. Send word of any developments my brother I know you can do this."
Tak puffs his chest out. You can see the tiredness on his face as clear as it is in your body, but he's got a determination and a fire like you've never seen. He calls out to the troops in draconic, rallying them to head back to the camp with him. It'll be a long march--a few hours--but he has no desire to fail you.
Dahlia walks up to the horse as the soldiers leave, and glances at the keep in the distance. "You really are something, Atriox. You've done... a lot for this town. A lot for these people."
Atriox looks shy up on his horse.
"Your to kind my dear. I cannot claim to have helped these people or your town out of completely unselfish means but I do not wish to seem them dead either.........I know at times I seem angry, aggressive and spontaneous. I know that some do not understand why I do what I do......... but no matter what mood I'm in Dahlia everything I do......I do it for the betterment of my house, my kingdom, and my people. If I am to take charge of these lands someday I will see it prosper more than it ever has and I will protect it to my dying breath......because that is what my father taught me. It is not about being a good king......it is about being a good person."
She stares up at Atriox, the moonlight catching in her eyes. She smiles sweetly. "Ever since I met you... I could tell you had a good heart, dragonborn." Dahlia pets the horse on the nose, letting it sniff her scaled hands.
"You are aggressive at times, yes..." She gets a mischievous grin, her teeth flashing slightly. "But I could tell it is out of care for those around you. It is a strength of yours. Knowing when and where to use that." She swishes her tail a little. "You're a good person, Atriox. Prince of Skyhold."
Atriox chuckles. "I don't know about that now. Come on gorgeous, we got a long ride ahead and this night isn't nearly over !" He holds out his hand.
Dahlia grips his hand tightly, swinging up on the horse behind him. Holding onto his waist as to avoid his injuries, they travel in relative peace all the way back to Dragonshore. The sounds of the wind mingled with the hooves on the road make for a soothing melody.
Once the city is in sight you feel a peace come over you. Dahlia jerks a little out of a light doze. You arrive at the Dragon's Lair Inn, still alight and abuzz with cheers and revelry even at this late hour. Tying up the horse outside next to Etny's bizarre bird pet, you finally make your way inside.
Atriox nods at the party. "You may do as you wish my dear. I will not be here long I do not think. I'll be In late I have to go see Oxious. When I get back to the fang will I find you in my bed waiting for me ?"
She raises an eyebrow. "You're going to see him this late? He's likely to kill you, waking him again... Would you rather not go over in the morning?"
Dahlia chuckles. "Alright... don't say I didn't warn you." She gives him a sly smile. "And of course... where else would I rather be?"
With a wave of her hand, she walks away. "I'll check on how the party is fairing... Then I'll head over to the Fang. I'll see you there, handsome. Don't keep me waiting."
Atriox goes to find the inn owner.
You head inside and see quite the vibrant party going on. Zeed is drunkenly entertaining the crowd, having borrowed one of the bard's lutes. He plays it rather well, especially considering how wasted he is. Tank is having an arm wrestling contest in the corner, and you spot Petvin sharing a pint with a group of older fellows, celebrating the liberation of their town.
The bartender smiles when she sees you. "Quite the party, Atriox! Glad you could make it, we were wondering if you'd show!" She slides him a drink with a wink. "What can I do for you? Need a room? You look beat."
"Nay my lady. Though a bed might be nice my business for the night isn't concluded. I will take a drink though......just this one now I meant it you mischievous woman you."
Jennae lets out a loud belly laugh. "Oh my, aren't you the spunky one tonight. Enjoy it then, your bird brain friend has already paid for the whole town practically..."
Atriox looks up suddenly. "Well there goes his paycheck. He's not getting more till he earns it. Well thank you for the drink my lady I must be off. Sometime we will truly party together."
She gives you a hearty nod. You head back out into the chill air, the alcohol in your belly warming you slightly. It takes a little time to get to your destination but not much.
The door opens before you knock. Oxious is standing there in his silk robe, giving you a bored stare. "I set an alarm at the bottom of the property. This way you didn't blast the spell off my door again."
He holds it open for you to step inside. "Let's try not to make this a habit... I do like to get some sleep. Unlike some people..." He glares at the noise coming from the edge of the block where the Dragon's Lair is.
Atriox chuckles. "Just think. Business must be good tonight. Speaking of..."
He throws a bag of gold containing his 100 share from Ironfists payment at Oxious.
"That's just for letting me through the door. I kept my word Dahlia is unharmed and safely back at the fang."
The bag smacks him in the chest with a hardy TWACK. He winces, grabbing it a second too late. "W-what?" He looks at the gold then back at Atriox. He's truly taken aback. "Alright... Well good. I'm glad she's safe. It seems strange that you'd pay me to let you in." His eyes narrow but he pockets the gold.
"Have a seat, dragonborn."
Atriox shrugs. " why is it so strange. You like money. I figured it would make you happy and give you incentive to not try and kill me. I'd rather not be on opposite sides with you Oxious. I have a deep respect for you.......even though grudgingly."
He sits.
Oxious raises an eyebrow as he sits opposite of you. "I like the awkward flattery. Please, continue."
Atriox sighs. "I'd rather not tonight thank you. Just know I meant it. I'm very tired and half dead from a dragon trying to eat me. I think I'll skip straight to the business proposal."
"Business proposal?" His interest seems peaked. He completely ignores your mention of the dragon, rather unconcerned with it.
"Indeed. I greatly respect how much you love your business. I respect how much you take care of your ladies and the establishment itself. I do not wish to take it away from you. I do however wish to be your business partner. Now hear me out Oxious. I am willing to pay you an amount we both agree on plus I'll only take 200 of the profits leaving 800 to you. On top of that I want my room always available to me and another one for Alrik. On top of that I want Dahlias contract suspended. She will work for us with no contact. She will see customers only if she wants to see them. And she will be in charge of overseeing the other girls on top training and hiring new ones at your discretion. She of course will need a raise. I'm thinking 5 or 6 gold every pay period instead of 1.Now for the last part. I want to help you as your business partner start a chain of fangs. I know this one will always be near and dear to your heart but I'd like to open up more especially someday when I retake my home I'd like a nice big Vsrsion of the Fang in Skyhold. I would help you start these ventures of course. What do you think ?"
(Persuasion 17+4)
Oxious stares at you. His face is an unreadable mask... but he doesn't decline. You're sure he's thinking. Scheming.
He's silent for almost five minutes.
He then leans forward toward the table between you. Withdrawing a wand from the drawer beneath it, he gives it a tap on the carved surface of the table... and conjures a parchment, a pen, and a pair of glasses with a strange liquid inside.
With a wave of the wand, the pen begins to write. He sets it down and plucks up one of the glasses. He leans back and takes a sip.
"10,000 gold."
Atriox expected some bargaining to take place.
He simply leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.
"7000"
A smile plays at his lips. Oxious takes another sip. "11,000 gold."
Atriox laughs "oh is this how you want to play Oxious. Remember you will be getting most of the profits. And I'll be helping start the new ones including by finding and scouting out the new locations which could technically be dangerous and hazardous. Plus I'm willing to occasionally do jobs for our businesses. If a event needs hired muscle or guards you now have it freely."
(Persuasion 12+4)
"8,500."
He raises an eyebrow and takes another sip. He motions at the other cup. "Please, drink. I feel silly being the only one."
Atriox picks the glass up with the strange liquid
(Insight 14+2)
A few stray bubbles float to the top. It's a pale pink color and tickles your nose a bit when you sniff it. It smells alcoholic, but with some kind of flavor... perhaps strawberries, or even roses. It doesn't seem suspicious, except for the fact it was conjured out of thin air.
Atriox takes a drink of the liquid in the cup.
It tastes delicious, airy, and with a little kick of cinnamon at the end. Definitely the strangest cocktail you've ever had.
Oxious speaks again, swirling the rest of the liquid in his glass. "I'll go back down to 10,000.... I already have a place scouted out up the coast in Thunderdale. It will take at least 6,000 to build it... perhaps, 3 months at least to get the basic accommodations built."
He takes another sip. "Dahlia's contract is 3,000, as you're aware. The remaining 1,000... consider it a cushion against unforeseen events. It's a fair deal... more than fair."
He crosses one of his goat legs over the other, a sigh escaping him. "I have to admit, Atriox.... I like you. I've never met a more persistent, annoying, pushy, infuriating, bullheaded of a person in all my life."
The corner of his mouth twitches in a smile. "It's nice finding someone whom I have so much in common with. And who appreciates the... fineries of my business."
Atriox chuckles. "I like you to you old stubborn posh goat. 9,400. And I do love what you've done with the place. I love the madam of the inn but I'd rather rest my head at the fang anyday."
He chuckles, likely the first time you've ever heard this tiefling laugh. "9,400... That has a nice ring to it. I suppose that could do."
He downs the rest of his drink. "Dahlia can also have a raise. But it comes out of your 20%. She can have 7%... you keep the other 13%. I still get 80%." He raises an eyebrow. "And you can.... gallivant with her as you please."
He leans forward and sets the glass down on the table, then pulls the contract towards him. The pen is still writing furiously. He clicks his tongue as he reads it over, then twists it around to let you read it. It has all the details discussed.
Atriox thinks it over. "Fine fine fine I accept you goat. I'll sign. I expect a copy to give Dahlia."
He signs then swigs down the last of his drink.
Oxious pulls the contract back to him, signing it with a very flowery signature. He taps it with his wand and it makes two additional copies. "One for you, one for the girl."
He holds his hand out to you, a smile on his face. "Welcome to the business of the Fang."
Atriox shakes his hand. "Its a pleasure Oxious. I pray you don't make me regret this. I'm giving you a large amount. Especially considering I have strongholds to build and now an army to feed and train."
He gets a quizzical look on his face, finally glancing at the state of you. "You and that... Tempest... really have been busy, haven't you?"
He sits back in the chair again. "Not that I care what other things you get into, as long as it doesn't interfere with our Fangs."
Oxious seems like he's pondering something. "I have three questions... perhaps... requests for you. May we discuss?"
Atriox is curious and wary but perhaps some of that is residual from his latest adventure.
He signals for Oxious to proceed.
"Firstly... Once your business is concluded in Dragonshore, would you be so kind as to pay a visit to Thunderdale? The location of the land is... well, let's just say I may need to vacate the area of potential hazards. And you did offer muscle, after all." He smirks. "I'm sure my new business partner would like to keep the location safe..."
Atriox nods "that's agreeable enough. What else Oxious?"
He gestures to his collection of oddities and magical components in the cupboards. "I'm a collector of sorts. Many things I've come across have helped me in making the Fang what it is. Higher level spells, especially those that need permanency, often require components."
He sighs. "If I had to outsource or purchase them, the cost skyrockets. You're lucky I can do most of my own enchantments, otherwise the price we agreed on would have easily been triple."
"Would you be opposed to... bringing me components, once in a while? To help with these enchantments?"
"As long as it's not to far out of our way then yes. If it helps the fang. Anything else ?"
He nods. "I'll compile a list of ideas and components needed."
There's a moment of silence before he speaks again. "The last thing... this... Tribunal." Oxious levels his gaze with the dragonborn, giving him a searching look. "Do you really believe I am going to be tried tomorrow for conspiring with necromancers? Is that what the Tempest is going to put me in front of the judges for?"
Atriox looks slightly saddened. "Indeed. He takes his duty to the mage guard VERY seriously. But from what I know and have seen.....I do not think the accusations true Oxious. Sure your mysterious but you have the right to be. I will defend you tomorrow and should things go sour I have a plan. Why ?"
"If that is all, I will be just fine." He sniffs. "I do not deal with the dead. I deal with the living. This business of mine... personalized "spas" if you will... they are looked at with a bit of scrutiny. It just makes me a tad nervous, is all."
He raises an eyebrow. "Even still, though... you... have a plan?" There is a note of sincere curiosity in his voice. Almost as if he's taken aback by the care you're showing him.
Atrioxs nods a little
" I wont use it unless I must but if I have to it will probably save you but........it will change your future. Not for the bad I don't think."
He chuckles
"You will just be getting a title and responsibility you didn't ask for. But I'm sure you'd prefer that to jail of it comes down to it. Trust me partner."
He gives Oxious a wink
"Now if you'll excuse me. I have some good news to break to a certain lady."
Oxious has a concerned look in his eyes but it's gone rather quickly. He shrugs. "Fine. This is far longer than I've spent in your company before and if I am honest, it is exhausting."
He stands, moving to shake your hand again. "Please. Take care of her. I suspect you will."
Atriox shakes gladly. "I'll do my best. Truly shes something special. Hopefully she like my two gifts. Goodnight Oxious I'll see you tomorrow. Mind if I use the portal ?"
He huffs. "Bah... fine. If it gets your scaly hide out of my sight faster, so be it. I'd like to get at least some sleep before the trial."
Turning to walk away, he gestures with his hand in a "goodbye" sort of fashion... leaving you to find your own way.
Atriox heads to the portal to the Fang and goes through.
You pass through the portal, landing on the plush rug of the room in the Fang. Tired, exhausted, and ready to go to bed....You seem to have surprised two figures sitting there. Alrik and Magnolia. The mage has his shirt off and is thoroughly bandaged.
Alrik glares at the bookcase portal, and upon seeing Atriox appear through it, lowers his hand which had been sparking, but the glare deepens into a scowl. "Visitng your friend, I see... no doubt planning something..."
Still maintaining the violent look at the Dragonborn, he addresses Magnolia. "Three questions... one, when did Zinnia disappear? Two, was she seen keeping company with anyone strange? Three..." he looks at her, his eyes flashing brightly and his face reading pure, unadulterated intent. "Was Oxious seen anywhere near her the days leading up to her disappearance?"
(17 perception, as well)
(Niiiiiice....... love the rp and the roll.)
Your focus on Atriox takes in a lot of information--his exhaustion, the bloody state of his clothes, and the irritated look (likely) on his face. You notice he has a scroll rolled up and clutched in his claw, but can't discern any writing on it.
Magnolia shrinks under your gaze a little when you turn back to her. You can see the lightning reflecting in her eyes, her discomfort obvious. "Z-Zinnia--I heard she was gone this morning. I haven't been here, so I don't know who she was servicing." She shakes a little. "A-and I suppose Oxious has been here... he's left his house quite often. A-and he's talked with all the girls, to go over the rules and upgrades to the Fang."
"Tonight was the first night I've been back... Oxious and I were visiting together. He didn't want to leave me alone at the house. We heard word you and the others h-had come back to town, so... he suggested I help here for the evening. Then return."
Alrik remains silent, his eyes piercing into hers, looking for any tells or slips in her speech and demeanor. (13 insight)
You notice that when she spoke of Oxious coming to talk to everyone about the new upgrades, her eyes darted away a few times.
"Magnolia... what did Oxious really come to talk to everyone about? You don't have to worry... I can protect you." (Meh... not a great persuasion... an 11)
She looks down, biting her lip. "It... it was also to ask us all about you. Both of you." She feels the eyes of the dragonborn on her as well. "Just our experiences with you both. Zinnia... she was with you the most, so he... I think he asked her more questions."
Atriox grunts in frustration.
"Allrik you are free to be worried about these girls. I am as well especially since I now own half this business. I wasn't aware one of the girls was missing and will look into as I suspect you will too. But........if you ever arm yourself again when someone is simply coming or going there will be consequences. You are a guest here. A guest that I just got a free room for. Despite whatever you feel about Oxious he has NOT been proven guilty yet. Far from it. This is his property partially and you know that portal leads to his house. You have zero right to even lift that arm of yours threateningly. Maybe your Mage Guard would like to know of your behavior tomorrow. I sure find it interesting for a veteran soldier and elite mage. By the by here's your share from the military contract."
He throws Alriks gold to him nonchalantly and walks off upstairs not waiting to hear the rest.
Atriox, you quickly close the door behind you to the room. You could feel the death glare from your associate, practically shooting electricity at you from his look alone. You anticipate a not so pleasant conversation later, and hope giving him some more time alone with one of the ladies will relax things a bit...
You feel more tired than you've ever felt in your life. Heading upstairs is like climbing a mountain. But just like you did earlier that morning, you make the ascent and find yourself on the familiar landing. The door responds to the key in your pocket, opening at the slightest touch.
You find Dahlia inside, surprisingly napping on the bed. It is rather late after all... But you can tell she tried to stay up as long as she could. You see a great deal of medical supplies on the table in the room, likely things she got ready for when you returned, along with some food for you.
Atriox goes over and wakes her up gently.
The half dragonborn stirs, burrowing her face against the pillows. She mumbles something, then sleepily opens one eye. "Hi handsome."
Atriox smiles laughing as he does. "I see that I took to long to return. But it was worth it I think you'll agree I have a gift for you my princess."
She sits up, rubbing her eyes. "I've heard that line plenty of times but usually not in the context I think you were talking about." Dahlia can't help but chuckle. "Is everything okay?"
Atriox smiles wider. "More than ok"
He hands her the copy of the contract that belongs to her
" I now own half of the Fang officially. This room is permanently mine.....ours" He looks at her carefully
" I would like it if you moved your things out of that small room down there and brought them up here.......you see.......your contract with Oxious is no more. You are free to walk out that door anytime and not look back. But as long as you want it that is there is a job here for you. Starting tomorrow. You will oversee all the girls. You will hire and train the new girls. Most importantly you only sleep or entertain who ever you wish to my dear. You will also have a raise of 5 gold ever pay period."
He looks down sheepishly "I hope........that all this comes as a good thing. It was meant as a gift."
The sleepiness leaves her almost immediately. She seems like she can't quite believe what you're saying, looking down at the paperwork in her hands. She unrolls it, skimming through the tight cursive that her boss is known for.
Her eyes fill with tears. "R-really?" She looks up. "This isn't a joke?"
Atriox chuckles. "I'm not exactly know for my jokes now am I ? Besides I would never do something so cruel to you. You know that."
Dahlia is beside herself, unable to stop crying... But Atriox still manages to make her laugh. "I-I know." She wraps her arms around the dragonborn's shoulders. "Thank you. No one has ever treated me with such kindness."
"There is no need to thank me. You are an amazing woman and I just want you to be treated like it."
He nudges her affectionately with his head and snout
Dahlia nuzzles the scales on his cheek, enjoying the closeness for a long moment.
"Let me pay you back for your kindness and get you bandaged up properly... There are a lot more supplies here than I had with me back in that cave." She smirks. "Oxious always keeps the place well stocked."
Atriox nods. "I suppose I could be persuaded to do that." He smiles mischievously.
"Oh I have to persuade, do I?" Dahlia backs Atriox up and gently pushes him onto a chair. She gives him a coy smile, waving her hand for him to take off his tattered and well-dented armor.
She turns, picking through the healing poultices.
Atriox laughs as he falls into the chair. "Ahhhh i see your taking your new power In the fang seriously. Good. I'll behave myself madam Dahlia."
He throws his arms up in mock surrender and takes off his gear.
She snorts, lighting a lamp above the table. "Oh please... That makes me sound so old." Laughing a little, she turns around and tries to keep a straight face as she looks at his injuries.
"Oh Atriox..." She shakes her head. "I almost can't believe you came out of that alive...." She approaches him and kneels, dabbing at his wounds. Some re-opened a little, having scabbed and stuck to his tattered clothes.
She takes a while to wash his torso and clean the wounds, plucking out more than one dragon tooth that had been lodged between his scales. She sets them on the table, stitching up some of the larger lacerations with as much delicate precision as she can muster. (17 medicine) Nothing is left bleeding by the time she is done.
Atriox try's his best to sit still despite the pain. After it's all over he holds the teeth inspecting them.
"I almost didn't walk out of that cave.........but I would have died at peace. I know Tak would have finished what I started as best as he could. I think he would have asked you to help as well. That's a legacy I could be proud of. You to carrying on my dream in your hearts........a place for all of us to call home."
Dahlia sets her materials down on the table. With a look over at Atriox, she feels a dispairing ache in her chest.
Wrapping her arms around the dragonborn from behind his chair she tiredly says, "Wouldn't be a home without you... Nor a kingdom without a king." She gently kisses the top of his head.
Atriox leans his head back on her. Humming in pleasure.
(Humming as in like dragon purring 😂)
"Itll need a few queens to...........to keep up with this dragonborn. Plus it's going to a big empire I'll have you know. Know anyone that's queen material princess?"
It's quiet. You can't see her face, but you can tell she heard you. She pets your leathery hair with the back of her hand.
"I... I don't know. It sounds like... You're implying I come with you there?" She sounds unsure, like she'd misunderstood you.
Atriox nods his head. " that is indeed what I'm saying. Sorry did I sound confusing ? I'm implying maybeeee iffffff you wantttttt to be you could be Queen Dahlia."
"It's... But I'm a..." You hear a pause, then feel her lean her forehead against the back of yours. "You're very kind. But I think I'll... need to decline. I have a... A place to help run here. Right?"
Atriox is silent for a minute.
"I suppose you will be wont you. That's alright. Would you like to go to bed ?. Its been a rough few days and I'm about dead."
Dahlia silently nods and makes to go to bed with Atriox. Although she is kind to the dragonborn, she knows she spurned his advances... There was a rift between them now. Something even more apparent the next morning when she wakes to find him gone. She sits alone in the room... thinking.
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