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Forum: Tabletop Interest Checks
2 out of 4 adventurers are done with Brutrumukk's nonsense. I'm gonna have to think about how Jub is going to respond to this xP
Retroactively studied the shadow dragon, if that's okay, since felt it was appropriate for her to do! If it's too late for that though, just ignore that bit.
Nah, it's fine. I'm actually glad because there was some stuff I felt I couldn't say without Fellwing being aware, because she's most likely to be getting vibes from the Shadow Dragon that the other characters can't or wouldn't.
"What could I learn from you?": Just as before, Fellwing is getting the sense that there is something looking and acting through the shadow dragon. She gets the sense that the shadow dragon itself is running mostly on a mixture of animal instinct and feedback from those it comes into contact with. Any greater plans it is working towards are those of someone that is controlling it. Who exactly that person would be you have no way of knowing at this time but...
"Who are you holding a grudge against?": ... when Fellwing was close to the shadow dragon, she got a strong sense of pure hatred coming from it. In fact, she got the sense the creature itself was born from a very powerful hate, and that hatred was very specifically pointed towards the dragon members of the group (the creature didn't seem to register or care about Alpin at all, just Fellwing, Stargaze, Shieldwing and Kyte.) Whoever was puppeteering the shadow dragon is likely the same person who made it (likely from shadow magic) and was directing it to try and turn you against each other.
Also worth noting: when Fellwing was looking upon the shadow dragon, it looked slightly differently, like it was still trying to copy Endora's appearance. However, the fact that Fellwing was in the presence of those who were absolutely not fooled by the shadow dragon meant the disguise was faltering very badly, and only very vaguely resembled Fellwing's mentor.
At the sudden appearance of so many people, Altostratus ia clearly startled and gets into a defensive stance. However, his concern is abated slightly when Tamba, who was the first of Skobeloff's companions to recover from the sudden teleportation, comes bounding towards him. "Alto! You're alright!" she calls and looks for a moment like she's going to hug him. However, she stops herself, instead giving him a calming smile. He seems to appreciate this and relaxes.
A couple of the pixies are giggling at Skobeloff's distress but are silenced when Foxglove gives a loud "Ahem!" and addresses them. "Alright, everyone! Spread out and search the area for our missing people," she says. "Keep in groups of two of three as you do, however. That creature might be gone, but who knows what kind of nasty surprises it left behind." The pixies nod, some even giving a mock salute, before they disperse and start searching the trees for any signs of captured pixies.
As for Skobeloff, as he approaches the thing he noticed before, he can sense that while the main threat is gone and the darkness weakened, traces of corruption still remain and its roots run deep. He can feel in his body that the place that they are currently standing in is the very heart of the island, and this place should be brimming with powerful elemental magic. However, he can neither sense or see any elementals, meaning they've either fled to another part of the island or have been rendered dormant by the darkness. It will take time and concentrated exposure to the moons' light to restore this place, though the use of moon magic and prompting of those with a deep understanding of the elements could definitely speed up the process.
He eventually reaches his destination, a particularly thick tangle of thorny vines which seems to trapping something. Skobeloff can assume it's an adult dragon, though not a particularly old one judging by the size. It is completely restrained and it will definitely take some effort to free it.
A couple of the pixies are giggling at Skobeloff's distress but are silenced when Foxglove gives a loud "Ahem!" and addresses them. "Alright, everyone! Spread out and search the area for our missing people," she says. "Keep in groups of two of three as you do, however. That creature might be gone, but who knows what kind of nasty surprises it left behind." The pixies nod, some even giving a mock salute, before they disperse and start searching the trees for any signs of captured pixies.
As for Skobeloff, as he approaches the thing he noticed before, he can sense that while the main threat is gone and the darkness weakened, traces of corruption still remain and its roots run deep. He can feel in his body that the place that they are currently standing in is the very heart of the island, and this place should be brimming with powerful elemental magic. However, he can neither sense or see any elementals, meaning they've either fled to another part of the island or have been rendered dormant by the darkness. It will take time and concentrated exposure to the moons' light to restore this place, though the use of moon magic and prompting of those with a deep understanding of the elements could definitely speed up the process.
He eventually reaches his destination, a particularly thick tangle of thorny vines which seems to trapping something. Skobeloff can assume it's an adult dragon, though not a particularly old one judging by the size. It is completely restrained and it will definitely take some effort to free it.
<Snipped quote by Lurking Krog>
Which names are you referring to?
I'm assuming they're talking about Roshan.
The mention of genies, specifically an efreeti, definitely caught Flicker's attention, and despite their attempts to avoid eye contact with any of the captives, they immediately turned their head towards the prisoner who spoke, fixing them with a slight glare. They still didn't say anything, but anyone who was near by would notice the instant change in demeanor, and that they were now fully listening to this interrogation.
Flicker remained behind the rest of the group during the interrogation, and was very pointedly not looking directly at any of the captives. They feared if they even glanced in their general direction, the rage they were currently trying to keep down would come rushing to the surface. While they had felt initially rejuvenated by their rest, the revelations afterwards now weighed heavily on them: only a few days after Arkisz had departed from their ranks, the team was now losing another a member, and under far, far worse circumstances. While they hadn't gone to see Plasm after learning the news, they knew that whatever must have been done to them was bad. They didn't know much about plasmoids, but given their biology, they could only assume that doing permanent and potentially irreparable damage to one was not an easy task. Whoever had injured Plasm must have made deliberate and concentrated effort to do what they did to her... and for all they knew, whoever had done so might still be here, hidden among those the highwaymen had captured.
It wasn't purely this anger that troubling them either. There was also guilt, and shame: of the members of their motley crew, Plasm had been the one Flicker had felt the least close to. Try as they might, the genasi could never feel entirely comfortable around the plasmoid. Obviously, they knew that they of all people had no right to judge someone for being 'different' or 'abnormal', but something about Plasm had never sat right with them. It wasn't just way she looked - at least, Flicker hoped they weren't that shallow - but the way she had interacted with the rest of world. There was some detachment there, an alien perception of things that had never sat right with Flicker. It had made previous attempts to connect with her incredibly awkward, to the point that they had eventually tried to keep any solo interactions with her to the minimal. Flicker had never vocalized these feelings to the rest of the group, but they were sure some of them had picked up on it. Even Plasm, oblivious as she could sometimes be, had likely noticed. Even after years of training and self-reflection, Flicker had never really mastered the art of fully masking how they felt.
The recognition of this prejudice on their part had always ashamed Flicker, and that had always been a part of them that hoped that with enough time and emotional growth own part, they might one day be able to overcome their discomfort and be able to start working toward building a genuine friendship with Plasm. Now, because of one of these attackers, that day may never come.
And it was because of this tangle of emotions that the fact that these attackers were slaves to another did nothing to absolve them in Flicker's mind: if the monk suspected even for a moment that one of them was responsible, they knew that whatever they did would not be pretty. As such, Flicker was keeping their distance.
It wasn't purely this anger that troubling them either. There was also guilt, and shame: of the members of their motley crew, Plasm had been the one Flicker had felt the least close to. Try as they might, the genasi could never feel entirely comfortable around the plasmoid. Obviously, they knew that they of all people had no right to judge someone for being 'different' or 'abnormal', but something about Plasm had never sat right with them. It wasn't just way she looked - at least, Flicker hoped they weren't that shallow - but the way she had interacted with the rest of world. There was some detachment there, an alien perception of things that had never sat right with Flicker. It had made previous attempts to connect with her incredibly awkward, to the point that they had eventually tried to keep any solo interactions with her to the minimal. Flicker had never vocalized these feelings to the rest of the group, but they were sure some of them had picked up on it. Even Plasm, oblivious as she could sometimes be, had likely noticed. Even after years of training and self-reflection, Flicker had never really mastered the art of fully masking how they felt.
The recognition of this prejudice on their part had always ashamed Flicker, and that had always been a part of them that hoped that with enough time and emotional growth own part, they might one day be able to overcome their discomfort and be able to start working toward building a genuine friendship with Plasm. Now, because of one of these attackers, that day may never come.
And it was because of this tangle of emotions that the fact that these attackers were slaves to another did nothing to absolve them in Flicker's mind: if the monk suspected even for a moment that one of them was responsible, they knew that whatever they did would not be pretty. As such, Flicker was keeping their distance.
I'm assuming the rest of the group would have filled Jørmund and Flicker in on what happened to Plasm? If so, get so for a very upset Flicker.
I'll wait for someone else to post though. Flicker's gonna be upset, but they're not going to have anything really to say to the captives... just.... definitely picking up some bad vibes from them.
I'll wait for someone else to post though. Flicker's gonna be upset, but they're not going to have anything really to say to the captives... just.... definitely picking up some bad vibes from them.
@XxFellsingxX Let me know if I need to roll anything. ^^"
There probably won't be much need to roll at this point, we're pretty much wrapping up Chapter 1.
At Skobeloff's words, Garrock reflexively folds his wings tightly against his body. "I assure you," he says quickly. "It's merely a small bite. Nothing to worry about." Still, he doesn't sound nearly as prickly as he was earlier, clearly softened by his earlier conversation with the trickster.
Fogdance, who only seems to have noticed Garrock now, takes a step away from the pixies and towards the other bearded dragon. "You're hurt?" she asks. "May I see?"
Instinctively, Garrock shrinks back. "You're all making a fuss over nothing, I tell you!" he says.
However, Fogdance doesn't let up and, very slowly and carefully, approaches Garrock. Seeing she's not about to back down, Garrock reluctantly opens his wing and lets her have a look. Fogdance inspects his injured wing for a moment, a frown forming on her face. "Well spotted, Skobeloff," she says after a moment. She looks up at Garrock. "Small bite or not, corruption has obviously gotten into this wound. You're lucky Skobeloff noticed, or this could have been a lot worse." Her tone is surprisingly sharp as she addresses him, very different from the softer tone she had been using on the drakes or the pixies, though not entirely unkind either. "We should deal with this immediately."
Garrock opens his mouth to protest, but seeing the seriousness in Fogdance's eyes, stops himself and merely lowers his head.
Fogdance gestures to the twins to come and aid her, and together, the three of them set about at using moon magic to remove the darkness from Garrock's wound. It takes a good couple of minutes, as it seems the dark markings on Garrock's wing are just as stubborn as he is. However, they do eventually fade to the healing light of the three's spell, and once gone, Garrock's wound heals up very easily. The twins step back to give Garrock some space as he flexes his wing. "Now doesn't that feel better?" Fogdance says.
Garrock doesn't answer right away, taking a moment to examine the wing. Skobeloff can see that the older dragon is trying not to look at anyone else in the room as he eventually says, "Much better. Thank you." A few of the pixies giggle at his indignation.
The rest of the group seems to relax slightly once the shadow dragon is out of sight. Kyte in particular gives a smile at Stargaze's cheering, while Alpin can be heard making an audible sigh of relief.
"I think my heart stopped for a moment," he says. "Did anyone else's heart stop?"
Kyte gives a snort of laughter at this before they, Fellwing and Shieldwing all start joining Stargaze in dispatching the vines. As guessed, they very easily relent to the strikes and pulls of the dragons' claws and teeth. It isn't long before they uncover their first dragon, a blue dragon with a mane of white feathers. Fellwing recognises him from her vision as the dragon Altostratus and quickly informs the group of this. Upon hearing his name spoken aloud, the blue dragon's body begins to shift, clearly beginning to wake from his forced slumber. He slowly begins to stand up, shrugging off the last of the vines as he spreads his wings, throws back his head and gives a small yawn. Once he finally opens his eyes, he gazes sleepily at the group before beginning to survey the rest of his surroundings. The confusion is clear on his face as he turns back to Stargaze and tilts his head at her in a questioning manner. Clearly, he has no idea where he is or how he got here.
Fogdance, who only seems to have noticed Garrock now, takes a step away from the pixies and towards the other bearded dragon. "You're hurt?" she asks. "May I see?"
Instinctively, Garrock shrinks back. "You're all making a fuss over nothing, I tell you!" he says.
However, Fogdance doesn't let up and, very slowly and carefully, approaches Garrock. Seeing she's not about to back down, Garrock reluctantly opens his wing and lets her have a look. Fogdance inspects his injured wing for a moment, a frown forming on her face. "Well spotted, Skobeloff," she says after a moment. She looks up at Garrock. "Small bite or not, corruption has obviously gotten into this wound. You're lucky Skobeloff noticed, or this could have been a lot worse." Her tone is surprisingly sharp as she addresses him, very different from the softer tone she had been using on the drakes or the pixies, though not entirely unkind either. "We should deal with this immediately."
Garrock opens his mouth to protest, but seeing the seriousness in Fogdance's eyes, stops himself and merely lowers his head.
Fogdance gestures to the twins to come and aid her, and together, the three of them set about at using moon magic to remove the darkness from Garrock's wound. It takes a good couple of minutes, as it seems the dark markings on Garrock's wing are just as stubborn as he is. However, they do eventually fade to the healing light of the three's spell, and once gone, Garrock's wound heals up very easily. The twins step back to give Garrock some space as he flexes his wing. "Now doesn't that feel better?" Fogdance says.
Garrock doesn't answer right away, taking a moment to examine the wing. Skobeloff can see that the older dragon is trying not to look at anyone else in the room as he eventually says, "Much better. Thank you." A few of the pixies giggle at his indignation.
The rest of the group seems to relax slightly once the shadow dragon is out of sight. Kyte in particular gives a smile at Stargaze's cheering, while Alpin can be heard making an audible sigh of relief.
"I think my heart stopped for a moment," he says. "Did anyone else's heart stop?"
Kyte gives a snort of laughter at this before they, Fellwing and Shieldwing all start joining Stargaze in dispatching the vines. As guessed, they very easily relent to the strikes and pulls of the dragons' claws and teeth. It isn't long before they uncover their first dragon, a blue dragon with a mane of white feathers. Fellwing recognises him from her vision as the dragon Altostratus and quickly informs the group of this. Upon hearing his name spoken aloud, the blue dragon's body begins to shift, clearly beginning to wake from his forced slumber. He slowly begins to stand up, shrugging off the last of the vines as he spreads his wings, throws back his head and gives a small yawn. Once he finally opens his eyes, he gazes sleepily at the group before beginning to survey the rest of his surroundings. The confusion is clear on his face as he turns back to Stargaze and tilts his head at her in a questioning manner. Clearly, he has no idea where he is or how he got here.
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