Post by Spus on Sept 28, 2006 19:45:07 GMT -5
Transcript
Fresh air. A certain relief from that dark musky tomb. Albeit, it was was the dirty rat-infested alley of Edonoyi, but nonetheless, it was an improvement. Sometimes you have to celebrate life's little victories. Further improvements came when we ended up with a barn in Quanor. Luckily, since the horses are still ran off, I was not greeted with the pleasant scent of horse manure.
Now, eventhough this was an improvement from a tomb and an alley, I still didn't exactly view this as a place to burst into prayer, which is exactly what my insane sister did. After she sent Seonia off to drop off some documents, we were immediatly back off. I didn't even get any tea. At the very least, Aiko took off. I'm free of violations via tentacle. For now, anyway.
They then went to this horrible gnomish graveyard. A bunch of swords went stabbing them. I was hoping after that, they'd wisely retreat, but nooo, they had to show backbone this time and destroyed it. The town seem further diverted, again, having to choose to show spine, they proceeded, and then trashed up another golem.
This didn't seem to appease a gnome inside, who called the building the golem was guarding home. The gnome, who by sheer force of will was clinging to this plane as a ghost, was Adlai Ricel, a master transmuter, and father of eccentric gnomish inventor Edal Ricel. While he wasn't exactly too pleased with his son's path in life...He also sympathized with our cause and told us to drag him to his son, who he wanted to have a few words with.
However, upon arrival in Ricel's lab, Father/Son tensions were halted for another set of tensions. A man with a Shield coated in Silver Dragon scales, claiming to be an associate of Ricel, who was in general shock at the moment for encountering his believed to be deceased father. The man, who called himself Gash Varruukk, was a professional Dragonslayer. This infuriated Zalajin, who's father was a giant scaley menace. Gash claimed his silver dragon trophy was from a rogue silver dragon, a race of dragon who ussually wouldn't dine on my innards- and the one Gash apparently spoke of apparently did. With some interrogation, Gash managed to convince them that the Silver's destruction was just and neccessary.
Adlai, feeling the need to be polite and not interrupt the existing bickering, resumed chastising his son for being a hack. He bickered at him to find the Arcane Combination Rod, a key to allowing novice Arcanists to assist in the seal creation process. I agreed to contribute my limited knowledge, on the terms that I do not wish to plan my retirement in Siliskor's digestive tract. With this, they seemingly had all they need to create a newer seal. Sans one...they chose to go to Zarfmo for a possible lead to do so.
Now, when we got there, it got all bizzarre. I found no evidence of tampering, but everyone kept staring at me funny. The rude shopkeeper that was there before was apparently murdered. Which caused them to stare at me more. They carried him off to the temple to seek raising...then a few minutes later, I hear the rude shopkeeper yelling about keeping his murderer away from him. I soon exited the shop, and the owner kept frothing at the mouth at me. How gracious he is...
- Victar Derag
Fresh air. A certain relief from that dark musky tomb. Albeit, it was was the dirty rat-infested alley of Edonoyi, but nonetheless, it was an improvement. Sometimes you have to celebrate life's little victories. Further improvements came when we ended up with a barn in Quanor. Luckily, since the horses are still ran off, I was not greeted with the pleasant scent of horse manure.
Now, eventhough this was an improvement from a tomb and an alley, I still didn't exactly view this as a place to burst into prayer, which is exactly what my insane sister did. After she sent Seonia off to drop off some documents, we were immediatly back off. I didn't even get any tea. At the very least, Aiko took off. I'm free of violations via tentacle. For now, anyway.
They then went to this horrible gnomish graveyard. A bunch of swords went stabbing them. I was hoping after that, they'd wisely retreat, but nooo, they had to show backbone this time and destroyed it. The town seem further diverted, again, having to choose to show spine, they proceeded, and then trashed up another golem.
This didn't seem to appease a gnome inside, who called the building the golem was guarding home. The gnome, who by sheer force of will was clinging to this plane as a ghost, was Adlai Ricel, a master transmuter, and father of eccentric gnomish inventor Edal Ricel. While he wasn't exactly too pleased with his son's path in life...He also sympathized with our cause and told us to drag him to his son, who he wanted to have a few words with.
However, upon arrival in Ricel's lab, Father/Son tensions were halted for another set of tensions. A man with a Shield coated in Silver Dragon scales, claiming to be an associate of Ricel, who was in general shock at the moment for encountering his believed to be deceased father. The man, who called himself Gash Varruukk, was a professional Dragonslayer. This infuriated Zalajin, who's father was a giant scaley menace. Gash claimed his silver dragon trophy was from a rogue silver dragon, a race of dragon who ussually wouldn't dine on my innards- and the one Gash apparently spoke of apparently did. With some interrogation, Gash managed to convince them that the Silver's destruction was just and neccessary.
Adlai, feeling the need to be polite and not interrupt the existing bickering, resumed chastising his son for being a hack. He bickered at him to find the Arcane Combination Rod, a key to allowing novice Arcanists to assist in the seal creation process. I agreed to contribute my limited knowledge, on the terms that I do not wish to plan my retirement in Siliskor's digestive tract. With this, they seemingly had all they need to create a newer seal. Sans one...they chose to go to Zarfmo for a possible lead to do so.
Now, when we got there, it got all bizzarre. I found no evidence of tampering, but everyone kept staring at me funny. The rude shopkeeper that was there before was apparently murdered. Which caused them to stare at me more. They carried him off to the temple to seek raising...then a few minutes later, I hear the rude shopkeeper yelling about keeping his murderer away from him. I soon exited the shop, and the owner kept frothing at the mouth at me. How gracious he is...
- Victar Derag