The next day dawns bright and early, not a cloud in the sky. Much of the town has come down to the docks to watch the armies marching in. Some, perhaps most, are rather shocked at the massive amount of soldiers walking in; almost 600 kobold troops with strange traps and devices and baskets of food. And about 60 orcs dressed for war, strapped with gear and packs full of supplies, all following the lead of a very powerful and imposing orc chieftess.
A good amount of both head both to the Clover and the Nightingale respectively over the course of an hour, Dorokor Bonebreaker puts one of her commanders, Gogron, in charge of the troops helping on the Nightingale, and orders him to work with Burrasi, the first mate from the Annabel Lee.
Kai Aata smirks as kobolds flood onto his ship. "My wha' a sigh' of pakeh an' tuatar comin' thru this way, all abor' the Clover ya wee scamps, git!" Tak stops to talk with him, a little nervous like he used to be around the giant shark creature, but Vele has no qualms talking to the large sahuagin.
Ferrar and Leonar Axemage stand aboard the Annabel Lee already, waving to some of the townsfolk. Leo stands back for the most part, letting his dad say his farewells. Oxious and Dahlia stand aboard too, the tiefling cataloging the last of the supplies he needs as they're carried down into the cargo hold.
Ismene hangs off of Dahlia's arm, dancing with excitement. She's become a bit of a distraction to the sailors and as such, was given to Dahlia to keep under control. Bethrynna stands nearby, shaking her head at the antics as she looks once more upon the small town of Dragonshore, excited to go home. You know Bitey is also somewhere aboard... obviously not wanting to draw any attention, he's likely in one of the lowest holds there are.
Cere and Vincent stand to shake each of your hands before you embark, along with Zeed and Tank. They're been working hard on the new building and sport matching tunics for the occasion, ones bearing the new "crest" of the Dragonkindled. They cheekily grin, chests puffed out, giving Atriox huge pats on the back.
Timothy and Falkor are also on the docks and say goodbye to Ore and Et, thanking them again profusely for their purchase. They have big plans for the investment given to them.
Zinnia and Magnolia, having tearfully said their goodbyes to Oxious, each give Alrik and Tucker warm, thankful hugs. Zinnia is showing a bit more color in her face, thanks to Magnolia's steady care.
Atriox looks at Cere before boarding the ship
"Goodbye my freind. For now. Once I make it to Skyhold and have begun to properly restore it I will set up a line of communication. I will want regular updates from you on how things are going here. How your progress in expanding goes."
Atriox goes to the end of the dock and whistles for his frog
Cere is more than obliging of the circumstances, wishing you all a safe voyage. You find your frog rather easily, the charm still readily working on it since that morning. People give it a wide radius as it has tried to eat a few things in town already.
Etny leads a nervous Gaare up the ramp to the deck, the axebeak continuing to stall and weave its way up as it looks out toward the water.
"No no, Gaare! Oraaaaa, shhh it's fine! It's fine, come!" She clicks her tongue trying to lead the bird straight, hoping getting it down below deck won't be as big of an issue.
Captain Sheila Coppertree grins wide as everyone finds their places on the ships. "Good bye, Dragonshore!" She waves in a mock salute, cocky and excited as usual. Ringing a bell on deck, she signals her men to set off. The sails unfurl part way, enchanted gulls flying on their surface against the pull of the wind.
"Get ready for a trip, ye in for a treat!" She winks at the four of you, excitement filling the air. "We're in for quite a time!"
A week passes as your group sails through the Sea of Naladrin, finally leaving the safe harbor of Baralona out onto the opean ocean.
On the first day you settled in to your rooms, some individuals pairing up to help save on space (among other things). The Annabel Lee is quite roomy and well designed, definitely a vessel used for both cargo and comfort. The soarwood hull keeps out much of the cold, but the sound of the waves is powerful on the outside of the ship. For those of you who aren't sea fairing folk, you realize it will take a little time to acquire your sea legs, as Sheila puts it. Leo is one of the lucky ones, as is Ismene (who has taken to following him around everywhere when Dahlia doesn't rein her in) but both Ferrar and Oxious... not so much. You see little of them for quite some time.
On the second day you start to become more accustomed to the other sailors aboard the ship with you. They're all very friendly, and as crusty as some of them look (they are pirates after all) they are rather reputable.
Outside on deck, it's pleasant and peaceful--the wind and salt spray a constant and in your favor, pulling you forward out to the Great Ocean. A small bird begins circling your ship, then two. It's interesting to see all the way out over the water, as they don't appear to be seagulls; their wingtips show flashes of color along their glistening white bodies.
Slowly it grows. More birds show. They circle overhead, flying North. Ten. Twenty. A hundred. A thousand.
Ten thousand.
An innumerable flock chirps and beats its wings, surprisingly loud as it can be heard over the wind and the activity on the ship. Many sailors stop what they're doing, looking up in awe at the spectacle. Sheila exits her cabin, staring up in amazement. Then she looks pensive... "Damn," she mutters.
One of the sailors, a four-horned tiefling who goes by the name Bareus, walks over to Sheila and tips his hat to her. Adjusting a strange instrument at his back, he begins discussing the birds at length, and at one point he gestures to the sea in the direction they're headed. She strokes her thumb against her front teeth, deep in contemplation.
After a moment she nods, turns and lets out an ear-piercing whistle to her men to signal them to get back to work.
Bareus rubs one of his ears with his palm, wincing as he heads over to the ropes to help lower the sails further. He's quite close by, and hums a melancholy tune while he does so. It seems they're preparing to speed the ships up; someone fires off a green shower of sparks from the back of the ship to signal to the others to do the same.
Atriox heads over to Sheila to ask about whats going on exactly and if they should be worried
Sheila stops at your approach, giving you a wave. "Well thank goodness ye all participated in that little wreath ceremony thingamajig before ye left port, we're gonna need all the luck we can get. Terrible timing, this."
The pirate captain signals you to come up over to the bow, looking out toward the direction you're heading in. She points out at where the birds were flying from, where pricks of color can be seen on the horizon among the clouds.
"That there be the start of the Cataclysm Isles. You musta sailed through em or around em when you came to Dragonshore in the first place. Beautiful, weren't they? Lush, green..."
She plops down and takes a seat on the railing of the ship, pulling out a spyglass and handing it to you.
(Make a perception check for me)
(14)
You handle the spyglass carefully and look out over the horizon. It's tricky to get your barrings at first due to the sway of the ship, but soon you can see the islands more clearly. They are definitely as green as you remember, speckled with grasses, wildflowers and trees.
However now you realize the clouds hugging the water are actually banks of smoke, curling up and away from the islands like swelling seas of their own. Sheila talks to you while you look.
"They get their name seein' as they erupt at rather irregular intervals... and it's devastating. People live there anyway o' course, cause that's what people do. But when those mountains go, people that ain't gettin' off fast enough be feedin' the fish sooner than they can blink. That's why all them birds be fleein', see?"
You look up at the retreating birds, no threat to you at all but most assuredly heading to the mainland where they will find safe shelter among the forests there.
"If we hurry we can get out betwixt them big islands. Stay the middle course, shouldn't deal with too much fallout--fast enough and we can get by before they go. You'll be safe o' course, I just worry 'bout my sweet Annabel Lee." She laughs and winks, hopping back up to her feet. "If anything you're in for a show of a lifetime."
Oredion hears the conversation as his stomach turns. He runs past the pair and pukes over the side roughly. He wipes his mouth while still leaning over the railing and looks back at them.
"Howdy lads. Dont mind me, I'm as ship shape as an otter."
Oredion gives them a thumbs up and a wink before he turns back over the railing and starts to hurl again. He's definitely not as ship shape as a land otter.
Atriox as he watches Ore in mild amusement then replies to Sheila in a stern tone
"My safety is never my main concern. I constantly court danger. No my concern is for the people I am responsible for. The people who followed me on this journey, who believe in me. THAT is my concern !"
Instead of just handing the spyglass back to her he puts on her chest and looks her in the eyes
"I do hope your ship stays intact though....."
Atriox walks off to check on things
Bareus shakes his head and walks over to the sick dwarf, patting Ore on the back with a smile. "Fella, you'll be alright soon. Takes a few days. I know you probably don't feel up to it, but I'd suggest havin' a bite."
He pulls out a sleeve of salted crackers from his satchel. "An empty stomach is far more uncompromising with the sea than a settled stomach... I learned that lesson a long time ago." He laughs a rather deep, smooth laugh. Definitely a different class of tiefling than the cocky Oxious that you've grown so used to.
Oredion accepts the crackers gratefully. As he munches on a few he feels his stomach loosen a bit and he dosent feel quite as wheezy.
"Thank ye lad. Nothing hits the spot after a quick hurl like a pack of crackers."
Oredion chuckles as he Pat's the tieflings shoulder and begins to wonder towards Atriox.
Oredion sees Atriox split away from the captain and decides to follow him. Once he catches up to him he taps him on the shoulder.
"Hey there boyo. Are we there yet?"
Oredion chuckles as he jabs Atrioxs shoulder quickly.
Atriox nods to Ore still a little moody from his previous conversation
"I see your struggling to get your sea legs dwarf. The journey to this continent must have been hell to begin with."
Atriox grunts in amusement at the image of ore in his head on that trip.
"Well laddy I'm not a hundred percent sure how that trip went... All I remember of those days are blind rage and the pursuit of Goblins. Hell I dont even know how I go so far from... home."
Oredion chuckles dryly as he thinks back to his journey that lead him to dragonshore. His eyes begin to glow a dark green and his fists tighten as images of mercilessly slaying run threw his mind. He feels fury he thought suppressed rise up once again as his head starts pounds. He nods to Atriox and quickly begins to walk away. He heads towards his room away from everyone in hopes of finding silence. He feels each foot step he takes course threw his body as he walks quickly almost beginning to run to his room.
You make it down the steps into the hold below, your boots loud on the wooden planks, mimicking the blood pounding in your ears. Turning abruptly toward your room, you don't see anything but a green mist. A deep voice echoes in the recesses of your mind.
"Hunt them... Rend them... Curse them... Hunt them... Rend them... Curse them..."
It repeats, on and on.
As your hand touches your door a voice rings in your ears from behind you, cutting through the chant.
"Oredion-alann? You're up! But... are you not feeling well again?" Etny's excited voice tinges with concern as she sits in the hold, brushing out Gaare's feathers. The owlbear sits nearby chewing on a piece of jerky, puffed up and proud, its feathers all groomed.
Oredion turns slowly his eyes full of a green burning rage. He speaks quietly as to not alarm her.
"Et... I'm sorry.. nows not a good time.."
He winces at his own words. Hoping they were not hurtful in any way and quickly turns back around and heads into his room.
Etny blinks, confusion on her face. Setting the brush down and giving Gaare a kiss on the beak, she stands and heads over to the door, afraid to knock. He did seem to want peace, after all.
Alone in your room, you feel the walls pulse around you, beating with the waves outside the ship. In some deep, dark way they remind you of war drums, goblin war drums. It makes your muscles tight, itching for your axe. As large as this boat is, it feels cramped. Oppressive.
The voice is still there, persisting through the mist. You feel a splitting, ringing headache in your temples and you fall to a knee. Something is different, feral.
(Make a Wisdom saving throw)
(Nat 1+7)
You sweat profusely.
"Kill, rend, maim, curse, devour, rip, tear..."
The cold laugh of Gruumsh echoes in your head. It feels far away, but not far enough to prevent it from chilling you to your bones. Without warning, a wave of power blasts through your body and it feels like your back splits in half like a cocoon. There is an ear piercing noise, a monstrous roar,
And you black out.
****
Etny heads up the stairs, determined to figure out what might have set off his rage. Wincing in the bright sunlight glancing off the sea, she looks around to see the sailors busy at work. Half blinded, she practically bumps right into Atriox.
"OH! H-Hello, Angakresh! Arat..." she dusts herself off of all the feathers and salt from downstairs, gauging his expression to also be somewhat irritated. Etny raises an eyebrow.
"Is everything alright, Atriox? Did something happen between you and Oredion? He does not seem..." the huntress trails off, unsure how to end that statement.
Atriox looks to Etny in slight confusion ans irritation
"Not that I'm aware of. Why do you ask ? I'm just in a mood from my conversation with the captain and Ore all the sudden walked away. But no harsh words were exchanged."
****
You find yourself waking up. It feels like everything in your body, every muscle and every cell hurts. It looks like you've been moved. It's night time and you're on deck, the surf pounding the side of the ship as it... does not move.
Standing, you look over the edge and find that you've been docked up on the shore of some great, fell island. The trees loom like shadows, long and dagger-like. Grass moves without a wind. No other sound can be heard on the ship, as if every other soul has left it.
Oredion stands gritting his teeth as he does so. He looks around for any sign of people, but no ones there.. He decides to climb off of the ship painstakingly slowly. When he reaches the sand he peers into the trees for any sign of anyone.
(11+6 Investigation)
You peer through the trees, finding nothing but moving branches. But slowly, steadily, lights start to appear deep within the gloom. They flicker and dance like far off fires.
Oredion begins to walk towards the lights entranced by the mystery of it all. He feels his mind wonder as he thinks about where everyone went. He cant help to think this is all a dream, but he feels the dirt underneath his feet and as he passes trees he reaches out and brushes them with his fingertips and feels the bark. Everything feels so surreal.
The bark breaks away like ash, as if your touch is astronomically stronger than it normally is--as if claws scrape against the tree trunks--your footfalls quiet. Heavy.
You feel like you walk for an eternity, the lights always growing further and further away with each passing step. But eventually, suddenly, you're upon them.
Hundreds of beasts dance in the light of the fires, flickering blue and green and orange against the trees, casting shadows miles long. The animals seem humanoid, bipedal--wolves, bears, foxes, rats, more than you can count. Their eyes flash and turn toward you, bright and glowing like moons.
They continue their dance.
You hear the music in your head, drawn out. Long. Unending, unyielding. The faces around you flash, and momentarily you feel you are looking at the people you know. A wolf, with rows of dragonborn-like teeth and white fur, with piercing blue eyes. Some sort of red-haired mink, bobbing around and smiling. A fox with stormy eyes, flashing a wicked sort of smile your way.
(Make another Wisdom save for me)
(5+7... idk what's happening, but I like it xd)
The animals dance around you, dragging you into their weaving movement. You feel unable to resist the pull of their influence, your body growing larger, more muscular. You tower over them, your back hunched and your body, warm with the vigor of power. Of animalistic power.
The shadow of a looming bear appears over the fires, over the trees. Some great bear, with mighty antlers and glowing eyes, an ethereal beast. Scarred and ancient it stares among all of you, watching. Waiting.
Your head becomes cloudy and suddenly the fires swell. Tumultuous, terrible, flickering beasts leaping from their coals. Goblins made of ash and brimstone, cackling and chasing, setting trees ablaze, catching hold of the animals. Some transform into hulking rock, like goblin golems, and others into a hurricane of ice and sleet. They rush past you as if unseeing. Hundreds. Thousands.
A figure appears from the treeline.
Hulking.
Cruel.
Terrible.
A goblin with a maw, split and sewn with strange magic. Eyes that glisten black as beetles, bubbling in a fire. His skin is pale and blistered, stark against his dripping teeth and tusks. He is utterly familiar to you, though now a thousand times more horrid, bathing in the blood of these werebeasts.
"KILL, MAIM, SHRED, RIP, TEAR, CLAW!!!
The voice of your fierce, encroaching god lusts after the fight to ensue. You recognize this as the monster that took your home. Your family.
Everything.
Oredions heart stops as all the horrible things of his past run threw his mind. The last thing he remembers before his rage fully takes him away is a tear run down his cheek at the memory of his family on pikes. His eyes to begin to lose focus as they burst into a pure black flame that burns his very skin. He feels his body lunge forwards with rage, hatred, and the lust to kill the monstrosity in front of him. His footsteps fall hard as he runs face first into the monstrosity grabbing it by the maw and pulling its sharp jaws apart. He rips the teeth from the monster and quickly uses them to stab at the beasts eyes. The entire time Oredion is making a sound of rage, a sound of losing all control and only wanting to kill this horrid thing.
The more you rend this monster apart, the louder the sounds around you get.
The sounds of laughter.
From his bleeding, shredded maw he cackles, he screams in elation. His eyes are wild with frenzy, as if egging you on to continue mutilating him.
His long teeth jabbed through his eye sockets, leaving them oozing and bleeding, suck into his skull as his face contorts, shifts, moves. He pulls out his sword, a massive blade pulsing with dark energy like a corrupted heartbeat. Energy travels up his arm. Up his body. It swells with matter--mud, smoke, ice--flames shoot from his back like razor blades. His eye sockets are now literal coals of fire and malice.
He bears down upon you, like a mountain. Your axe is in your hands. You hear the screams of your family as they are skewered and slain around you. Your mother, your sister. Crying out for you with their dying breaths.
Oredions mind clears, but for a moment. He thinks back to how he failed his family, his people, himself... Tears start to stream down his burning face and a broken yell leaves his body. Then, as quickly as it begins, the moment passes and rage coursed threw him again. A rage that he knows all to well. A rage that will not stop until hes killed every goblin before him. He pushes his axe threw the beasts chest using his other hand to push on the blade. He pushes with all his might and wiggles free. His axe glows a dark black electric glow as he calls it back to his hand. As it reaches his hand he keeps the momentum by spinning once with his axe before he hurls it once again aiming to cleave the beasts head in two.
Goblins surge in around you but are blasted back, charred and immolated by your flames. Those that reach you find your axe, your hands, your teeth, your feral roar as their throats are ripped from their twitching bodies.
As your weapon strike the behemoth, it always seems to reform. The chest cavity, spilling with smoky blood, fills with rock and debris--metal, bones, flesh from fallen enemies. Its head takes the full force of the axe blow, like a slaughtered fish gaping and wet.... before it surges with brine water and salt. The face is now contorted, eyes askew and maw wider and rent again. It looks very unnatural, and very much again like the goblin.
It steps forward, grabbing you in one of its hands, the numberless fingers and claws like daggers of lightning and shards of ice, digging into your skin, your fur. It is both horrendous and intoxicating, the rage building faster. Your heart beats like it has never before--except perhaps once. That day.
Oredion swings his axe cleaving the beasts hands off. He starts to swing his axe, claw, and bite at the monstrosity with all of his power. He feels his rage fueling him onwards as he wildly tries to kill the beast before it regenerates, but his hands, his power falls short. He can not beat this foe... He drops to his knees in front of the monstrosity as his burning eyes stream tears down his matted bloody fur. He opens his arms wide revealing his chest to the beast and screams with all of his sadness, his rage, and his knowing that he is still not powerful enough to beat it.
Your vision swims as the amalgamation of fire and shadows overtakes you. Slamming into your chest, you feel as if your rib cage is cracking apart, exploding from the inside. The power is beyond immense, as if the weight of a mountain. It causes your eyes to glow fiercely bright--as if this external fire fuels your inner one--and your mind snaps.
Cold. You feel like you're falling and floating at the same time, sinking into the depths of the sea. You slip down... down...
Down...
Down.......
An eye looks at you from the murky water.
Opening, it is the size of a small ship of its own, ancient and thoughtful and timeless. It studies you, the black fire engulfing, the tattered, bloody fur stripping away like shredded clothes. The burns across your face, your scalp, your tears and rage and utter sorrow. You feel nothing is hidden from this eye.
It blinks slowly, and you continue to sink.
A swirling, bright light is below you. Something turns and twists in the darkness, a glowing golden white light. You see your salamander, twirling in the water and writhing in a pattern of gold, writing strange symbols with his body. His eyes burn like molten silver.
Joey continues to swim in the water, swimming and making patterns far below you. You keep seeing this symbol in his designs, and it confuses you--you do not know it. It looks strange, perhaps something from another realm or language entirely. How Joey knows it you do not know.
He flickers gold and dives through the center of it, splashing up toward you. The giant eye is back, staring and watching you intently. You feel yourself lifted up, higher, higher, rushing through the water to the surface. Breaching the torrential waves, you are sitting on the head of a giant monster. Above you, trees loom high along a rocky coast. A different island. The roars of beasts shake the very air around you.
Oredion stands shakily not sure on what's going on. He jumps for the island and off of the beasts head. He turns to look at Joey swimming in patterns and his confusion grows immensely. He was just fighting his for, the thing that killed his family. Now this? He starts to feel his chest beat faster as his mind races to understand. Snap. His mind goes blank and stears at the symbol over the edge of the cliff. He watches as it swirls and he moves closer to the edge with every passing moment. Then, he jumps down past the giant beast, past the cliff walls, and straight for Joey and the circle as his mind grows numb.
The water chills you, engulfing you, as the light shimmers ahead... Joey continues to swim, rhythmicly, methodically.
You swim as fast as you can. You hear the cackle of the goblin at your back, mocking, screaming gleefully frim up above. Joey continues to swim below you. The light pulses like warm sunshine.
Oredion continues to swim after Joey ignoring his itching feeling crawling up his spin to go back and face the beast once again. He feels he must grow stronger if he will ever need able to defeat "it." Oredion reaches out, as he kicks with his feet, and tries to grab onto Joey. Grab onto the warming light.
You hear a soft voice in the front of your mind as you touch it. A deep, quiet, voice, powerful and gentle. It feels familiar, but... Lost in memory. You can't place it.
"Triumph."
The water smells crisp. Mint invades your nose. Your head swims, and light takes over, burning.
****
Etny opens her mouth to respond, but a deep, distant roar catches the attention of both of you. It's a sound you've heard before, during a very intense battle in Dragonshore.
Etny is frozen and looks sick with worry, an almost pleading expression in her eyes. "Ora--please, Atriox-elenn--he needs our help."
(12 raw roll persuasion, doesn't mean it works one way or the other--just a level gauge)
It's not often she uses that suffix with you, which you've heard her use quite often with others--usually Oredion--and you've taken it to mean someone who is a friend.
Atriox is already walking past her instead of responding
He heads below deck to see what is going on
Etny rushes after you, following your steps down and trying to stay out of your way. You reach Oredion's door, to the right of your own sleeping quarters. Behind it you can hear a thrashing, bucking and roaring commotion--as if someone or something is slamming up against the walls of the vessel and attempting to move the heavy furniture.
Atriox looks over at Etny with a raised eyebrow
"If what I think is happening behind that door how do you think we should handle it ? He is your lover after all."
Atriox says the last bit plainly as it's not meant jokingly or mockingly
Etny turns bright crimson, apparent even in the dim light below deck. "R-right, uh, I--" she acts a bit sheepish, staring intently at the door handle. His words definitely meant something more now.
Trying to focus, especially hearing all the dangerous rage going on behind the door, she wrings her hands. She remembered how he lost control during the war, how he'd chased her. She tried not to think about it.
"It's a small space... you're very strong, too. I don't want to hurt him, but maybe you can grab a hold of him from behind? If I distract him? We can wait until he's away from the door..."
Atriox nods his head
"Very well then let's get this done........I knew I should have brought tank."
Atriox grunts and readys himself
Etny takes a deep breath and exhales, waiting for the right moment.
She flings the door open. Joey immediately rushes out the door from a hiding place under the bed.
In front of you is quite a scene--blood and fur are scattered across the floor, and the sheets on the bed are slashed--leaning against the far wall and breathing heavily is Oredion, his back to you--or at least, you're sure its him from the attire. But even those are slick with sweat and blood.
His arms are immensely hairier than normal, bulkier and elongated, ending in dangerous claws. His head shakes back and forth, fur interlaced with his beard and up along his head, his skull contorted and feral--half transformed, tight in his armor and shaking with exhaustion.
He sniffs and his eyes widen, bright and far off, glowing with dark green light--almost black, sizzling against the tears on his wet face. He does not look aware at all, lost in his mind. The instincts of the animal make him turn, unsteady on the rocking boat, as he hopes to tackle Atriox.
Etny blanches, seeing Oredion in the state he is. The transformation seemed painful, terrible--his expression was indescribably sorrowful.
Suppressing her nerves, she touches Atriox on the arm. You smell cold mountain snow and a chill runs over your scales--strengthening them, hardening them. She steps forward, holding her own arms. You spot a glistening magic wash up her skin and clothes, something protecting you both.
"O-Oredion-alann... It's Etny, and Atriox... Let us help, ora?" She pleads, even though her words fall on deaf ears.
In the cabin room Oredion stalks forward, stepping towards Etny... Lumbering like a bear... Snarling at Atriox...
He leaps forward, tackling Etny, eyes wild, his instincts battling within him as to what to do. He roars, his face transforming even more.
Atriox looks around for something to hit ore on the mellon with. He's in an irritant mood and is not willing to resort this with the long peaceful way
You spot a fallen chair, a tankard of enchanted ale, the spell on it attempting to keep the liquid inside of the tipped vessel. There's also Oredion's axe and several large, heavy sacks of dried, salted meats.
Atriox grunts in amusement and grabs Ores own axe.
He gets the feel of it for a second and twirls it in his hands before smiling at Ore in a dark way
He walks over to where the two of them are on the ground and bends down. He hesitates for a second but then shrugs it off. He slams the butt of Ores own axe into the back of his fury head
(Strength 23)
Etny has the air completely knocked out of her, the weight of a giant werebear landing on her suffocating. She grunts, shoving him off and to the side, Oredion thumping hard against the floor. He begins to shift slowly back into the dwarf he usually is, coat perhaps a little more tattered than usual.
Etny backs out and away from him and looks at Atriox in shock, then at the axe in his claws.
"Shiza!! You---I---" she looks to be struggling between anger and gratefulness. "Er, t-thank you, Atriox-elenn... I guess I'll.... clean up in here..."
She sighs, looking at the dwarf again, but still talking to the dragonborn. "It's a full moon again tonight, isn't it?"
Atriox growls
"Karshoj ! I suppose it is. Well we can't have him hurting anybody or starting a panic. Here's this if you need. Trust me. He's so jard headed he wont feel it in the morning."
He starts to walk out but stops and looks at her with a grin
"I think......."
And continues back upstairs
Etny swallows a lump in her throat, trying to chuckle along with the dragonborn's teasing. Taking the axe with trepidation she almost drops it; It's much heavier than she thought, given how well Oredion wields it and how easily Atriox just picked it up. She looks back at Oredion, now fully dwarven and breathing steadily.
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