Posted by Scribe, Irzen, Serna & Willow
on 7/22/2009, 2:57 pm, in reply to "Re: A Brief History of Aurilaz & The Talisman"
"Well, I have everything you guys are going to need to get roasted and toasted by Aurilaz! Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" the Drowling handed the robes and rouge to Tommy and Alyson, "Four Eyes, if your Draconic is up to snuff you have to use the rouge and paint the words 'peace' on Tommy and Kana's right cheek and 'friend' on their left cheek, don those robes and walk unarmed into her presence. And Alyson, considering how many times you've boffed Willow since you've met him, I know wearing white for you is going to be a bit of a stretch but do try and pull it off, okay? Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Alyson clicked her tongue, shrugging, "Much to your displeasure, Scribe, I don't have any problems wearing 'white' robes. You on the other hand that is something I would love to see."
"Never happen and it never will," declared the Drowling proudly, "Even my hypocrisy has its limits! Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Right, and when you're done," the Gamer added, "you can write 'Blue Plate Special' on War Scribe's face." Turning to the Drowling with a grin, he continued, "I did offer to feed you to a Dragon, remember?"
"OOOOOOOooooooo!!!" cooed the Drowling as she shook herself with glee, "And so you did, Tommy, I will be holding you to your word. So you better not try and squirm out of it, Gamer. Before this adventure is over I expect to be a proper meal for a great and powerful dragon. Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"And to think such a dragon would have indigestion after eating this particular chronicler, is beyond me," The assassin added her own insight.
"While a dragon may have a bout of indigestion trying to devour me, Assassin," The Chronicler replied flatly, "A dragon would have a far worse time eating on your old bones. You're so ancient Seria that any self-respecting dragon would probably choke to Death on the dust and powder that would come from grinding its teeth on your tired old carcass. Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Is there anything else you guys need?" inquired the Drowling, "Aside from having your heads examined for attempting this delightfully suicidal plan?"
"Fine, fine. The plan works for me. Lets worry about what we have to do before we get ready to go into the lair of the dragon, shall we?" The elementalist was getting impatient, "Let's go. times a wasting."
"As you wish," The Chronicler raised her hands above her head and twittled with her fingers as a black glowing light surrounded them, "The really cool thing about being this close to The Great Library and being able to draw from its power is that I don't REALLY need to physically touch you guys to teleport any of you anywhere."
In an instant all of the Adventurers disappeared from the Arboretum and reappeared at the foot of a long stone staircase leading up towards a mountainside. The air was cool and windy while the sky was black as midnight and appeared to be threatening rain. All about the Realmers the pungent smells of Death and dragons filled their nostrils. Insects could not be heard. Few trees grew, fewer small plants could be found and the ground itself was covered with a thin layer of ash and loose dirt. At the top of the staircase stood a set of stone pillars leading into the mountain and three Humans--one dressed in robes bearing a staff and two others bearing double-edged swords--peered down at the Adventurers who stood a good thousand yards below them.
"Well, here we are!" chirped the Drowling inhaling the dank air and exhaling it with a feeling of pure exihilaration, "My kind of place. Death here, misery there, and a whole lot of pain and suffering to go around! Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I hope you don't mind me dropping all of you off here, guys, but Aurilaz has wired the mountain range with some pretty nasty anti-teleportation magic. I guess its her way of keeping people from dropping in on her. Get it! Dropping in on her? Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Neven and Serna were speechless as they took in the sights all around them.
"Kind of reminds me of my home Naermon Nithren," confessed The Drow Captain looking all around, "Minus any of its creature comforts."
"It reminds me of a misbegotten nightmare," offered The Ranger taking in the Realm before him, "Without the pleasantry of waking up from it."
War Scribe pointed to the top of the stairs, "There lies the entrance to her lair. Mind your footing, these steps were made for Dwarves not Humans. And if you guys get tired of waiting for the others to come back there lies an inn about a mile to the east where you can rest up and await their return."
"That won't be necessary, Scribe," admitted The Swordsman, "We'll be waiting right here for you guys to come back or to rescue all of you. High Lady Alyson, can you please whistle up your Mermidon and Quake so they can back us up if we need it? Thanks."
"If you like, Mistress Kana, I'll be more than happy to dress you and help you put your make-up on," offered Serna with a worried smile.
"Ditto, Master Tommy," chimed in Neven, "All I have to do is see the symbols and I can do the rest."
"And here they are," The Drowling opened her tome to reveal two large Draconic symbols on either page, "Scroll these on your faces and you will be good to go. Now, is there anything else that you guys need before I leave? I have to pop over to The Dustlands and cover a massacre in progress before I rush back here and cover this colossal suicide mission."