I cannot say I am surprised that the dragon did feel legitimately angered, @Hekazu. That maneuver was a bold move on @Ryonara's part, but thus far, quite a few characters have undertaken bold actions. On a related note to that, I am assuming it is @Lucius Cypher's quasi-turn?
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The Harbinger of Ferocity
Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten
I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.
My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.
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Thus far we have a fighter and an arcane spellcaster or pseudo-arcane type. That leaves @Mister, mainly. Please state your classes and current intents, @Zverda, @Big Dread, just so it is formal.
I eagerly await the moment of truth, this I will not lie about.
@Big Dread, at this rate I might just assign a non-player character to fill the fourth role, whatever it is. At the moment that might be an arcane spellcaster.
I do not think there is anyone wanting Orchid to fail. Sure the attempt is potentially suicidal and at its very least foolhardy, but it makes for an excellent story and not what the writers I imagine had in mind. This encounter puzzles me some as it is, in that we are either missing everything or nothing about it. I reason this might change a few things, @Lucius Cypher.
That would be a fairly accurate statement, @Lucius Cypher.
"Brannor, there isn't much else we can do here. Let's help the defenders deal with the kobolds and other brigands and try to minimize our loses."
"Are you mad, woman?" Brannor's glance from underneath his cover revealed the enormous figure still above with its hateful, slitted eyes and whose shadow still cast down upon the ramparts by light of the moon, further spurring his resistance to her suggestion, "That creature will just lay waste to us and the keep if we fail."
He swallowed a dry breath, rubbing the back of his aged glove to his mouth before continuing, "So resist it with all that remains."
Who knew what the dragon intended short of their deaths? If anything the giant might be so insulted a resistance was put forth that it would be content to hunt them and any other survivors later - this was assuming the endured this deadly night in the first place, which Brannor wished to. At least here among the chaos of arcing lightning, magical spells and swathes of whistling arrows, there was stone to resist the assault with. The old man of Torus, unknown in name to the hunter, even seemed to pressure the men to resist rather than withdraw against the cleric's efforts.
Yet his point remained to kill or be killed, to be the predator or the prey. The dragon knew well what it was, but perhaps its intellect superseded its instinct. Brannor did not know, in all truth he could not know, but he was not about to let the Shadow of Greenest make such a bold attack without pain...
“Embrace the sea of purpose!”
A voice cried out louder than the battle well under way, to which the outlander did not err in reply as moved in time; shot freed at the sky darkening silhouette, only to capture a glimpse of the half orc's leap of faith. String snapping forward, free of the incredible strength the man drew it with, the bolt's launch into the air was not anywhere near as remarkable as the harpoon that flew before the half-blood that trailed it.
Brannor had seen men before hunt great beasts with spears, ones whose ivory were as large as he was and their violence an avalanche, but a dragon was not such prey. The only question that mattered was would it work? He would not get to see the glory or failure, recalling his step back into safety, but his heart prayed; it prayed that the darkness would not claim another noble, wild spirit tonight, at least not without suffering seven fold first.
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"Are you mad, woman?" Brannor's glance from underneath his cover revealed the enormous figure still above with its hateful, slitted eyes and whose shadow still cast down upon the ramparts by light of the moon, further spurring his resistance to her suggestion, "That creature will just lay waste to us and the keep if we fail."
He swallowed a dry breath, rubbing the back of his aged glove to his mouth before continuing, "So resist it with all that remains."
Who knew what the dragon intended short of their deaths? If anything the giant might be so insulted a resistance was put forth that it would be content to hunt them and any other survivors later - this was assuming the endured this deadly night in the first place, which Brannor wished to. At least here among the chaos of arcing lightning, magical spells and swathes of whistling arrows, there was stone to resist the assault with. The old man of Torus, unknown in name to the hunter, even seemed to pressure the men to resist rather than withdraw against the cleric's efforts.
Yet his point remained to kill or be killed, to be the predator or the prey. The dragon knew well what it was, but perhaps its intellect superseded its instinct. Brannor did not know, in all truth he could not know, but he was not about to let the Shadow of Greenest make such a bold attack without pain...
“Embrace the sea of purpose!”
A voice cried out louder than the battle well under way, to which the outlander did not err in reply as moved in time; shot freed at the sky darkening silhouette, only to capture a glimpse of the half orc's leap of faith. String snapping forward, free of the incredible strength the man drew it with, the bolt's launch into the air was not anywhere near as remarkable as the harpoon that flew before the half-blood that trailed it.
Brannor had seen men before hunt great beasts with spears, ones whose ivory were as large as he was and their violence an avalanche, but a dragon was not such prey. The only question that mattered was would it work? He would not get to see the glory or failure, recalling his step back into safety, but his heart prayed; it prayed that the darkness would not claim another noble, wild spirit tonight, at least not without suffering seven fold first.
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No, it must be new, original to you preferably, and following the general character outlines assigned, @Zverda.
The only real forewarning I have for this campaign is that it might be difficult to find players for, @Mister. Given it is Third Edition and a large number have migrated to exclusively Fifth Edition, there might be a need for me to transition it or petition with a different game to acquire players. The dominant reason I made the choice I did for this one was that the Planes are better explained and understood in the metaknowledge realm by the players of Third Edition than Fifth Edition, as well as that the scale and scope of power for it have more potential.
This said, if you know anyone looking for a game of this sort where there's a more unfamiliar and magical unknown, do let me know.
This said, if you know anyone looking for a game of this sort where there's a more unfamiliar and magical unknown, do let me know.
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