Assallya

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

The elven girl scuttled backwards from what she thought of as a flesh covered iron golem. It's robotic form had begun shuddering and burning, sloughing its flesh and revealing what was little more than a metal skeleton with limbs twisted by exposure to the time vortex. It just remained still, red eyes burning.

"By all the gods, Ao to Umberlee, are you all right?" the beautiful blonde elf asked as she carefully approached the frozen form, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Deep down she was a fair bit disappointed. The monster before her had just lost most of its usefulness. A metal golem was impressive yes and could cut a swathe through just about any force but before, when it had been encased in flesh, it had been a more formidable force. Now it could scarcely get within a league of a castle without the smallfolk screaming, let alone walk through the castle gates looking human.

Even as a skeleton the thing towered over her and she gazed up into its glowing red eye, gently placing her hands to the metal skeleton's chest plate, caressing him.

"Is there anything you need? Anything I can get you?"

@blueflame

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

The crimson painted vardo wagon had resumed its journey, moving down the beaten path, shocks occasionally squeaking in complaint as they hit the odd root or well worn rut. At one point a strange magical carriage careened past at a horrible speed that would be sure to unshoe the horses, if they didn't trip and break a leg. It was the strange twin red lights at the rear though that seemed strange to her. So many things of this forest seemed so strange this night.

That was when, off in distance she spied what appeared to be lightning, a great deal of it stirring through the trees ahead and was followed by nothing. The elven woman didn't know what to make of it but little surprised her right now. Clucking the old horse forwards she kept her keen elven eyes fixated on the area she spied the lightning. There, some twenty paces off the road lay a form, pale and naked, lying near the shattered remnants of a tree, a tree that had been neatly shorn in twain as if by the sharpest of barber's blade. It was almost vorpal!

This was too rich, finding a nubile, naked, perfect specimen of a man out in the middle of nowhere. This had to be a trap and he the bait. Nobody was this lucky. She cast a spell, one to determine the existence of magics. She was surprised by the result. It was a strange form of magic, one that altered the passage of time and well beyond her own ability and not in any of her books. Was he a sorcerer of some sort? Had his spell gone wrong leaving him in such a state?

Slipping down the side of the wagon her bare feet quickly carried her across across the grass and fallen leaves and brought her before the fallen form. He looked nord, and what a perfect specimen of man he was and why he was naked was beyond her kenn. His arms were thicker than her thighs and he easily weighed three times her weight if he weighed a stone! Sandy blonde tresses, shorn close and perfectly cut sat his crown but he seemed unnaturally still. She stared into his deep brown staring, unblinking eyes with her own sapphire blue eyes and worried that he might be dead.

Carefully she knelt, her fingers slipping up and down his naked body until she found a small wound. Surely so small a wound could not have felled such a magnificent warrior as this? Perhaps it had something to do with the magic? She examined the minute, almost imperceptible wound and discovered- metal? He had metal bones? Perhaps he was no man at all but a golem? Yes, an advanced golem, one of both flesh and iron. It must come from the far future where magic and alchemy was much more advanced. What did she know of golems? Well, iron golems absorbed electricity and used it to both heal themselves and to speed themselves in battle. Perhaps he could do the same?

"I will save you my beautiful man golem," she whispered into his ear, "and together we shall rule a great and powerful land."

Her black painted lips brushed his as she kissed him. She had a spell that would suffice. She usually used it to assassinate someone unsuspecting or as a last means of defense. Holding up her hand, her many bracelets clinking she uttered a short chant barely more than a word really, and concentrated. Within a fraction of a second her hands was aglow with brilliant blue arcs of electricity, enough to slay an unsuspecting man where he stood, and pressed it gently to the fallen golem's chest.

@blueflame

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

Now firstly, this isn't intended as a critique or complaint or anything. After all, the trees haven't done anything so far in the story line except provide shade! I'm just the curious sort. I also don't like posting things that are incorrect or not what my GM ordered. It always sucks when the GM orders a pepperoni pizza and gets a deluxe because someone else didn't get the order correct!

That's when the author in me asks the questions for when the time comes:

• How are the trees attacking? Through vines or limbs or is it throwing leaves like shuriken?
• Are the trees ambulatory?
• Is it all the trees in the forest or only every third or fourth tree, or just those in a specific area?
• What is animating these trees? After all, have you ever tried to kill a tree? They're pretty tough. It might be better to go after the thing or person doing the animation!

Of course, that last part may not be so obvious...

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Rolling boy is stating that he's having a hard time with so many characters and is asking permission to only play the one character, Hydro, from now on.

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Awesome movie. It's a rare movie that actually moves you these days, particularly those of a super heroic nature where it's all spectacle and this year we've already had two! Guardians of the Galaxy also had a couple of very moving scenes.

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That would depend. If you leave it ambiguous you can call in the "full moon" Trump card whenever you wish. Once you make it a full moon you have to wait almost thirty days for the next.

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Assallya wasn't sure what to make of the armoured ogre, nor did she understand its strange reference. She hadn't touched a weapon. The poor thing was lost and confused. It also apparently was gone, moving off in its lumbering fashion off down the forest road.

Generally, Assallya was starting to wonder just what sort of forest was this? First there was a boy with a demon arm, then another boy with his strange magical glowing sword, light tube and general propensity for rudeness. Actually, come to think of it, the other one was rather rude too. What was it with human children these days? She was starting to see what the elves, as prissy and arrogant as they were, were talking about.

In any event, she was a bit stressed. What was it with this place? What was that armoured ogre thing? Oh what she wouldn't do for a toke from her hookah right now. Unfortunately that likely wouldn't be a good idea, even locked in the confines of her wagon. There was just something about this place that seemed off.

She fluffed the cushions on her bench and leaned back. Just taking a moment to relax before continuing. This inn had better be worth it.

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The heavy footfalls were the only warning the elven woman received and she turned to see the large dark form hurtling towards her and the wagon. Even before it it entered the lamp's circle of radiance she spied it's three green eyes, arranged in a small triangle before it moved into the light where she saw it's odd curvature, the abyssal black sheen of metal highlighted in crimson, and it's strange head which resembled nothing more than a long cylinder with a cowled carapace surrounding it. The thing was huge, a good thirty hands tall if she was to say so using her eyes alone! It was the size of an ogre!

Clearly it was like nothing she had ever born witness to.

The thing slammed into the wagon. She wasn't sure if it was attacking or had merely extended it's arm to stop its own incredible momentum but the wagon creaked under the stress, the springs meant to take it over roots and mountainous terrain protesting as they never had before as the entire boxy frame tilted over almost forty five degrees, sending several small boxes and a few cushions that were unsecured hurtling down to the forest floor. Assallya barely held on, clamping down on the brass rail she used to shimmy up and down the side of the wagon to the bench atop it. Then the wagon settled, bouncing and righting itself.

Then the stupid nag that pulled the cart just turned its head backwards and put an eye to the happenings behind it. A fat lot of good that thing was. It had been walking along at a sedate pace and when the commotion occurred it had just stopped as if curious. Why couldn't the beast be more skittish!

"Myrkul's balls," Assallya thought to herself in shock and then turned her attention to stopping the behemoth.

Her black stained lips began uttering a short incantation, her fingers twisted in the air making fine loops and swirls. She needed the thing to stop and relax. Maybe she could talk to it. In either event, a simple spell of paralysis would work well. It wouldn't be able to speak but it would be able to hear and listen. She could always attempt to charm the figure later if it proved utterly unreasonable but she preferred it when people served her of their own free will. Who knew, this armoured being was powerful. They could be of great benefit to one another.

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She wasn't sure if the demon tainted boy running off was a good or a bad thing. It was rude, decidedly rude, but if rude was the worst he had to offer she'd consider that a blessing.

With a click of the reins the horse drawing the carriage fell into step behind John and the vardo wagon followed. Assallya pondered the boy because now that she could see him she recognized him as a very small, very human boy. To think he would be the one cautioning her on traveling safe.

"Excuse me young man," she said, "I am travelling to the inn myself. I plan on dancing there for a little coin, hence my attire. Lust is the intention. You could ride up here on the bench if you like. You're probably a better shot with the crossbow than I am anyways."

She could also add that some of her spells, particularly those of fascination and enthrallment worked a fair bit better with her attire.

"Where are you travelling young lad?"

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The elf girl still had her doubts about the demon touched youth. You simply couldn't trust someone who was influenced by the voice of Asmodeus, Beelzebub, or whoever it was that touched the boy's lineage. For all she knew that voice was whispering, "Kill her now before she tells everyone what you are".

Wonderful girl. How do you get yourself into these things?

She was considering what to say next when some brilliant light slapped her in the face. That hurt. Her pupils slammed shut and any and all ability to see anything in this dark forest fled her. Whatever it was, it wasn't a normal lantern. That was certain. It was more like the hooded, reflective lanterns adventurers carried to concentrate their light in one direction.

After this she was so going to consult her books and find a spell that let her see at night and shut off the damn lantern which seemed to be attracting everyone and everything this side of the Sea of Falling Stars. She kept her long slender fingers near the crossbow, caressing the wood but making no motion to pick it up.

"Who goes there?" she called out, unable to see past the accursed brilliance, "Who demands parley when words even have not been stung?"