Author Topic: Brac'ar and Daniella meet (Read 3370 times)

Dorganath · « **Reply #20 on:** February 03, 2011, 02:23:50 PM »

Connor chuckles again, this time lightly and with fondness in his expression.

"A conversation for another time, old friend," he says.

Alatriel · « **Reply #21 on:** February 03, 2011, 02:27:35 PM »

*Daniella watches between the two of them for a moment, continuing to wait for the conversation to get back on the right track*

EdTheKet · « **Reply #22 on:** February 03, 2011, 02:34:36 PM »

"It's been too long." *looks Connor over* "And it looks like you've been a few years without a tailor. Luckily for you, I'm a few years out of practice with the hiding and all so let me know."

He reaches for his bag again.
"Speaking of tailoring, I still remember the day I made this bag." He pats it fondly. "It has served me well over the years, and there was a time I thought I'd lost it."

He nods at himself then says to Connor, seeming to have forgotten everyone else in the room "Terrible thought that was."

Alatriel · « **Reply #23 on:** February 03, 2011, 02:35:42 PM »

*Daniella clears her throat* You were saying, sir, about Fezrekthania?

Dorganath · « **Reply #24 on:** February 03, 2011, 02:38:38 PM »

"Oh no, it's just that this coat is terribly comfortable and has served me well," says Connor. "Though if you can propose some enhancements, I might be interested."

His eyes slide to Daniella briefly and then back to Brac'ar. "Perhaps after she's done with you, however."

EdTheKet · « **Reply #25 on:** February 03, 2011, 04:21:06 PM »

"Right, the dragon. As Connor hinted at, she didn't give me a sliver of a scale as proof of her joining the alliance, no. In the wound she tore in my leg at the first meeting, she put the sliver.

We collected 4 other slivers of scales. Shadrixkayl, the Deepening Dark. Yzyartkadrania, the Long Storm. Drez’zlunkhazh, the Black Plague. And last but not least, Fisterion the Red, red lizard of Firesteep. He bought into the alliance after mentioning the dragon gods.

Five dragons, five slivers." He looks around.

"When we were leaving her lair after the Broken One inserted her scale in my leg, we were stopped by Sinthar Bloodstone himself. We had been careless, and had led him straight to her lair." He sighs. "We tried to outmatch him and with my vast control of the Al'Noth I even managed to counter one of his hellballs, but it was too much. We had to run and once we were gone, he and his minions went into the dragon's lair and he killed her.

So the alliance of five dragons was short-lived, and it had become an alliance of four.

Bloodstone brought in a massive ship and transported the dragon's corpse to Belinara.

It did not take long for rumours of an undead dragon in or around his fortress to reach our ears. It is highly likely this was Fezrekthania in undead form."

He looks at Daniella.

"That is where the Broken One was last seen. We always assumed she was destroyed in the explosion of Blood's fortress, but perhaps this assumption was wrong."

He pauses again.

//logging off now, more tomorrow

EdTheKet · « **Reply #26 on:** February 04, 2011, 03:57:51 AM »

"As for the sliver of her scale, and in fact all slivers. They are no more.
Or I should say, they are no more in their initial form. "

*He throws back his hood.

You see a face that's unlike that of other dwarves. At certain moments it seems to shine much like a crystal would in a cavern. It is odd to place a source to it all, and it certainly looks natural most of the time unless the light hits it on a funny angle.

Your gaze then draws to his eyes, which are a crystal yellow, like lightning quartz. When he uses his magical senses, they seem to glow with a faint yellow light.

As you continue to look at him, he smiles briefly, baring two small pointed teeth.*

"You see, lass, I am no longer what I was."

*As he says that, you notice that his voice now really has a kind of metallic and mystical quality to it.

He takes off one glove, then the other. You see his hands are covered with red scales, his nails being longer than normal. They almost look a bit like claws.*

"I am Drakk Dawi, dragon dwarf."

*He pauses and waits, folds his claw-like hands, his eyes glowing faintly.*

Alatriel · « **Reply #27 on:** February 04, 2011, 08:00:51 AM »

*Daniella's eyebrow raises slightly as she looks him over* The slivers did this to you?

EdTheKet · « **Reply #28 on:** February 04, 2011, 08:19:30 AM »

"Not quite. You see, the wound in my leg with Fezrekthani's sliver in it did not close. And I was too busy at the time working against Bloodstone to do anything about it.
A few years went by, we defeated Blood and I could turn my focus on this wound. At that time, it had become too fused with me to be removed and it was starting to kill me."

He pauses for a moment, staring at the wall.

"Ultimately it came down upon two options. Either I would strike deal with Fisterion or I would attempt a ritual with the idea to voluntarily fully fuse myself with the green sliver as well as all the other ones."

He chuckles.

"I did talk to the old red lizard and outwitted him with his deal. I got from him what I needed before he got anything from me. So I suppose he still wants me to honor my part, but no chance at that. "

Matter of factly: "I plan to kill him after this cult stuff is all over and done with. Oh yes."

He looks at Daniella again.

"I underwent the ritual and as you can see I survived. The individual slivers no longer exist, I am those slivers. It is not just appearance either. Observe."

He takes out a fork from his bag, clears his throat and breathes at it. What looks like green vapor hits the fork and it starts to dissolve.

"Fezrekthania could do this."

He then takes a candle from his bag and emits a short puff. A small flame spurts from his mouth and the candle lights up.

"Fisterion can do this."

He blows out the candle and pockets the partially dissolved fork.

"Of course that's only a small demonstration of what I can do.

You say you seek the location of the Broken One. I cannot help you there, because I do not know it. It stands to reason that I may still be linked to whatever remains there are. So, I will allow a vial of my blood to be used in a scrying attempt to see if it can somehow guide you.

Ask the Silkwood Witch if she is willing, and I will make my way there."

He waits for her reply.

Alatriel · « **Reply #29 on:** February 04, 2011, 08:50:06 AM »

*Daniella purses her lips as she listens, then nods slowly* I have not spoken to the Silkwood Witch, sir. If it is truly a vial of your own blood that is needed to scry, then I thank you for being willing, but... *she pauses a moment* I think that it may prove more dangerous than is warranted, to you personally, and also perhaps to her. If the two of you should decide that you wish to try it of your own volition I cannot stop you. But I will in no way or in any form of official capacity request that you do so. Not with Ausir's tear being active and whatever the full properties that it has and with the Oracles as the Cult has them.

I'm sorry if we have wasted your time sir. I thank you for the information you have given, but I will not ask you to use your own blood for whatever remains of Fezrekthania's body.

And if you still should want to explain to me in full exactly the time and research and trial and error put into developing a new spell when this war is over, then I will take you up on the offer and listen.

Dorganath · « **Reply #30 on:** February 04, 2011, 09:04:51 AM »

Connor raises an eyebrow at the exchange and gains a puzzled expression on his face.

"I can take you to the Silkwood Witch right now, if you want," he says to no one in particular. "and bring you right back...or anywhere else likely...when the conversation ends."

EdTheKet · « **Reply #31 on:** February 04, 2011, 09:20:38 AM »

"Speak to the witch and if she accepts the risk, so will I. I will not go and travel to seek her out myself. I have research to undertake.

Besides, I am not in hiding from dragons. If my blood indeed allows for determination of where the dragons are whose slivers I incorporated into my being, it would also work conversely and they could all know where I was, if they so desired.

No, it is not dragons I am hiding from, it is the Cult, for I suspect I would be a nice object of study."

He dons his gloves again, and pulls his hood over his head.

Dorganath · « **Reply #32 on:** February 04, 2011, 09:30:32 AM »

Connor straightens and pushes away from the wall.

"To the Witch then?" he asks, looking directly at Daniella.

Alatriel · « **Reply #33 on:** February 04, 2011, 09:35:41 AM »

Sir, it's the risk of the Cult detecting you that I am concerned about. If you still believe the risks to be acceptable, then I will go with you. But before you make that decision I wanted you to have all of the information we can give you.

jrizz · « **Reply #34 on:** February 04, 2011, 03:19:21 PM »

*Wren watching all of this transpire cant help but let out a bit of of a gasp, not in fear or revulsion, but in respect. He stands when the others are ready as of to say, "I am of course going with you".*

Alatriel · « **Reply #35 on:** February 04, 2011, 03:37:46 PM »

*Daniella looks at Connor and nods once* To the Witch.

EdTheKet · « **Reply #36 on:** February 09, 2011, 02:56:12 AM »

*They arrive at the Witch's house in Silkwood and after a knock they are invited to enter.
She nods at the group and asks if they want some tea before they explain to her why they're there.*

Dorganath · « **Reply #37 on:** February 09, 2011, 08:34:04 AM »

// It should probably be noted that Connor plays some trickery with the portal within the courtyard of Bydell Castle, and upon stepping through, they emerge in the Silkwood, not far from the home of the Silkwood Witch.

Alatriel · « **Reply #38 on:** February 09, 2011, 09:00:55 AM »

*Daniella accepts the tea from the Silkwood Witch and concentrates on the area for evil (because she always does) and then looks at Connor and Brac'ar for a moment before even attempting to start explaining.*

Dorganath · « **Reply #39 on:** February 09, 2011, 10:52:50 AM »

Connor also accepts the tea and thanks the Silkwood Witch for her continued hospitality, mentioning something about it having been quite a long time. He takes note of the magic in the area (because he always does), and when Daniella looks at him, he raises an eyebrow.

"Need me to translate?" he asks.