Posted by Tommy Tanaka
on 7/28/2009, 11:45 am, in reply to "Into The Dragon's Lair"
"Well, here we are!" chirped the Drowling inhaling the dank air and exhaling it with a feeling of pure exhilaration, "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!"
"Typical." Replied both the elementalist and assassin.
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."
Kana held herself still and clasped the glass box closer to herself. She breathed through her mouth as the pungent smells were abrasive to her nose. She knew the smell of Death, but this seemed worse. She tried to calm herself a bit by telling herself that it must be the Dragon she was smelling with the rest, but this was an unknown to her.
"The smell of a black dragon's lair is most foul," Seriah plugged her nose from the stench emanating from the lair.
The Gamer shrugged. If he was bothered by the odors, it didn't show.
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."
"Quake. Mermidon." Was all she said when the wind blew fiercely and the ground beneath the group rumbled suddenly. Both companions of the elementalist now stood there, quietly awaiting further orders.
"Hmm," Tommy mused. "I wonder if I can whistle up some support." He let out a sharp whistle, sliding up and down the scale like a bosun's pipe. After a moment, nothing happened. A moment later, nothing continued to happen. "I suppose not," he concluded.
"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.
Shaking herself to awareness, she stepped closer to Serna so that she could get the robes on, and markings placed.
"Ditto, Master Tommy," chimed in Neven, "All I have to do is see the symbols and I can do the rest."
"As you like," the Gamer replied absently, gazing at the observers far above. "The magic here tastes…odd," he commented. "Not that I've spent a lot of time in Dragon lairs, mind you."
"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."
"Figures....you'd leave us in situation where you didn't have to do the talking, Scribe," Muttered the elementalist on edge.
Tommy glanced back down at Alyson. "There's a situation where you'd *want* her to do the talking?" he asked, nonplussed.
((OOC Tommy: And just for reference, nonplussed means perplexed or confused, not unimpressed as many people seem to think.))
Message Thread:
« Back to thread