[Game Thread] Chapter 1: The Wastelands

[Explosionguy]

Live creatures in cages? In a place like this? Basementicus doubts this run-down place was meant to be converted into a petting zoo; this place must be some kind of low-profile base of operations. He doesn't know if the creatures will understand him, but it can't hurt to ask.

"Hey, can you guys understand me? Why are you guys in cages?"

[Valistar]

The creatures in the cage are completely unmoving, as if time itself had stopped for them.

[Aarroun]

"It doesn't look like we can interact with them. They're in some kind of stasis." Reynard approaches the cages, fascinated by the creatures within, "I've never seen a fire mephit before, they're a type of elemental, aren't they Thomas?" Continuing his examination of the cages he moves to the next and peers at the faerie dragon within. He takes a deep breath and blows on the label plate to clear the dust from it. He repeats the process with the control panel, which he then closely examines, looking for any hint as to its operation.

Dice Knowledge Arcana:

1d20+7

(17)+7

Total = 24

[Valistar]

Not only does it take several breaths, but it also takes a little wiping to finally get it to the point that it can be read. The label plate labels the creature as what it is, a faery dragon, along with some basic information about where they come from and what they eat. The control panel on the other hand isn't labeled in common. However, through clever deduction it becomes apparent what the very basic functions are. One function looks like it will simply release the field, another function looks like it is supposed to release the field, but put up a force wall around the cage, and the last function seems to be to reengage the field (this button is pushed in currently).

[Aarroun]

"Hmm... Ah! This one." Reynard says triumphantly and presses the button that raises a force wall while dispersing the stasis field, first on the faerie dragon's cage.

[Valistar]

The already old and weakened magic supporting this cage fails causing both the stasis field and the force wall to fail. Not for a lack of trying though, the force wall flickers for a moment before failing completely. For those who are detecting magic still, they can see the negative energy immediately surrounding the cage instantaneously get sucked into the device supporting the cage. It isn't enough.

OOC: At this point we have a new player, Dizzy, who will be playing the part of the faery dragon. I hear they taste delicious when dipped in chocolate.

[Dizzy]

The small faery dragon seems slow to wake at first, it seems a tad sluggish at first with it's movements, as if waking from a long slumber. It is clearly suffering from major disorientation as it mumbles softly in in the tongue of the fae. Anyone who has spent enough time in enchanted forests may recognize it as Sylvan, an old dialect of Sylvan at that. "Nfff... Wonderful... For what do I owe the pleasure of freedom this time...? Am I to entertain guests as per usual?"

[Aarroun]

Eyes almost sparkling in wonder at the suddenly animate, little dragon, Reynard turns to the party, "It's adorable! Can we keep it?" He turns back to the faery dragon, "Greetings, I am Reynard and these are my companions. I'm afraid they don't speak Sylvan however, do you speak common?"

OOC: I'm going to call him Spike.

[Dizzy]

The small dragon sneers at you with a slight distaste, perhaps unaware of the time that has passed in his slumber, perhaps he had only percieved but mere seconds. "Would you like me to SING in commontongue too?" He eventually rolls his eyes, "Also I've been told I wasn't for sale. Take it up with the librarian or whoever."

[Explosionguy]

Basementicus had never seen a dragon before, but as far as first impressions go, he feels it is a bit underwhelming. He scratches the back of his head and raises an eyebrow. He extends a hand in goodwill.

"Hey, how are ya. I'm Basementicus."

[Dizzy]

In immediate response, the dragon backs off a bit. Being much much smaller than a humanoid, barely the length of a cat, he feels a little confused and a little threatened by the sudden advance. This is especially true since handshakes aren't exactly part of a fae-dragon's natural gesture vocabulary. "Hey hey hey! What are you doing? My 'master' doesn't like people touching me without his permission, so back off. I don't even know who you goons... I mean... Guests... are yet... You're just going to get us both in trouble."

OOC: For anyone who is wondering, Fae dragons can indeed vary in appearances, and thus I have decided to go off of the picture below for my character.
http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/...ry-d4o8omm.jpg

[Aarroun]

It must have been a very long time since this wee dragon was frozen in time, Reynard ponders. "So, it appears that you were a resident of the Shining Library." He says, placing emphasis on "were", "You may not have noticed, but it's fallen somewhat into a state of... disrepair. I cannot begin to guess how long you've been in that cage, but it seems likely that your former masters are no more." At that, he gestures around the room at the abundant dust and numerous empty cages.

Not one to completely crush someone's sense of purpose and place in the world, Reynard offers, "Since you did live here, perhaps you could help us find something. We're looking for a specific book..."

[Angarato]

Angarato says, "We might should slow down a bit and let our friend adjust to his new surroundings. I can assure you we have not purchased you, nor are we here for mere entertainment. This library has been underground now for thousands of years. You are free to go as you like, no one here will try to detain you. However, we welcome you to join us and we might can provide a means for you to earn some gold by assisting us with our mission. Furthermore, we have made arrangements for safe passage, meals and income with the dwarven dig team that is exploring these ruins which I believe might prove beneficial if you agree to assist us. If you agree to assist us, we only ask that you stay with us until the mission is accomplished. At that point, you would free to go wherever your heart desires "

"My name is Angarato, an aspiring Oracle, our Fighter Basementicus and the excited looking fellow there is Reynard, a sorcerer both of which you have already met. The stoney silent looking fellow there is Thomas. "

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[Dizzy]

The dragon looks at you and tilts his head in disbelief, "The 'master' is gone? Really? I thought it seemed a bit more quiet... Thank you for your offer and thank you much more so for releasing me, but I feel I would rather return to my forest to live, it surrounds this library."

[Explosionguy]

Basementicus winces. Somebody's gotta break it to him.

"Bad news. There's nothing but wasteland for a few miles around here. Apparently there's somesuch kind of curse on the area. From what we can tell though, the magic affecting it is probably not as potent as it used to be. We have reason to believe the source of it is located somewhere in this library. If we find and destroy it we could possibly bring some life back. It's just too bad that we don't know the exact layout of the place and don't know where the source is exactly."

Basementicus shrugs.

"Oh well. Maybe we'll never find it. It's not even the main reason we're here. Besides, there are probably other forests."