[Game Thread] Welcome To Sallisae. Please drive carefully.

[RonarsCorruption]

"It would be nice to have a bed..." Fragrush mutters to himself, and while he doesn't respond to the small dragon, he visibly tenses when spoken to. In fear? In anger? Hating the language? For some reason, at least, the dragon was making the cyclops very uncomfortable, very quickly.

[Fragmaster01]

Riadon wanders after the strange talkative elf. Yes, bed would be good, and would help to get away from this horrible horrible dragon person. Riadon expected much face-beatings to ensue from the cyclops towards the dragon in the near future, and made a mental note to show up and watch the show.

[Caput]

Orriniel walks off next to the thinly disguised serpentfolk.

Riadon- As you round the corner, you see a group of six or so elves, probably servants. They've been listening and they're now getting ready to look attentive. One of them greats the wizard in a surprisingly casual way. "Hi Orri. We heard, so-" he takes a sudden step back as you get closer. "Oh. Um. Hello." He seems extremely worried.

Among the servants there are more odd, stony features. One of them even has spikes around her head, like a crown made of flint spearheads.

[Xaer QwickBlade]

Fanarath jumps from his perch on the chest, flapping his wings to give him distance, and lands near the wizard. Turning his head back to the mayor he warns. "I'll stress again, do take care of my things. I will not tolerate any molestation of my property." He then follows after Orriniel, head held tilted back slightly into the air.

Fanarath tilts his head at the stone 'infection?' examining them from a distance. After a moment he changes his gaze to Orriniel. "Why are you all partially bonded to the earth element? Was this an attempt at survival?" He asks somewhat curious, hoping this recent surprise will not spoil his future plans, or his possibly near-future meals.

Knowledge roll... (by the nine what is that?)

[Caput]

Faranath- You don't know quite what these stone features are, but they're elemental in origin and they're probably not an illness, depending on how you define one. It's possible, although not certain, that they're growing, but it might not be a bad thing for the host even if they are. It's either an effect of natural magic, or something that somebody has done to these elves.

"Orri" answers your question with commendable eagerness. "Oh, Yes, yes it was. A successful one. One of my best. You see we eat very little now, and while we've given up some of our life energy as our side of the bargain, we don't age any more, so we aren't about to run out. We're not precisely immortal, unfortunately, since we become more stony over time, rather than weakening."

[Xaer QwickBlade]

Fanarath smiles at this information. "and what happens once you become solid stone?" He raises a claw to his chin and scratches a bit. "You know, I have a few ideas of my own if your willing to try them at some point."

[Caput]

"Oh, eventually we should become inert, or at least the world around us will seem to speed up. Our minds will only slow at the same rate as our bodies, so we won't have to worry about it for centuries yet, but if we do stop completely, we'll never know until we're destroyed."

[Fragmaster01]

Riadon gives a short "Hello" back. "Friends of yours, I take it?"

[Caput]

The servants grin nervously and sidle off to get the dragon's loot. Orriniel nods and starts talking much more quietly. "Yes, they are, much though it annoys the mayor. Don't mind them, they're just in mortal terror of your serpent eyes. I think they look pretty good, myself, but then I eat pheasant and jam sandwiches."

[Fragmaster01]

"Mortal terror is alright. It helps wake people up in the morning." Riadon has a brief moment of imagining pheasant and jam sandwiches. Sounds yummy, in a messy sort of way.

[Caput]

Orriniel nods in agreement. "Adrenaline, the breakfast of champions."

Back in the garden, the priestess approaches Azamina. "Follow me." She seems a little calmer now that Faranth has left, and her stony face has become harder to read.

[Thorne]

Azamina puts her arm around the priestess's arm.
"Lead the way!" she chirps happily.
As they walk, Azamina asks a series of endless questions, never letting the priestess get a word in edgewise.
"What's it like having stony skin? Can you feel anything? We're going to the meeting right? To discuss strategy? That's good, but I feel like doing something right away instead of talk. But it won't be good to rush in blindly I suppose. Now that I look at it more, stone's an interesting look. Did you pick white marble yourself? It suits you, matches your skin. Tell me more about the goblins, and sea monsters. I can't fight well, but I can do reconoit-.... recasin-..... reonse-.... I can spy really well. I'm glad I'm not the girl with the stone spikes in her head. How does she sleep without a pillow? Or does she need a new one each night? Imagine waking up each morning with fluff stuck to your head!"
She puts her hand to her mouth and giggles.

[Caput]

Fragrush- As the servants surround the chests and discuss the logistics of moving them and Azamina is taken off by the priestess, the mayor suddenly looks tired. His eyes screw up and he takes a deep breath. "I'm very concerned. Shall we?" He starts walking without waiting for an answer.

Azamina- At first, the poor woman tries to answer your questions, but she fails and quickly becomes overwhelmed. As she realises it's hopeless, she settles back and calmly listens, lighting herself a long cigarette. She holds one out for you to take without bothering to try and speak over you. There's a tiny click every time she blinks.

Faranath and Riadon- The high priestess overtakes you, presumably leading the fey woman away to somewhere with no sharp objects. You're now following them around the side of a large, marble building. Apparently, the garden is behind it and this is some kind of pointless, fancy courtyard. So far, you can mostly only see walls."I hope you like it here," says Orriniel, "We're in deep trouble if you don't."

[Thorne]

There is a brief pause in the flow of questions as Azamina takes the cigarette.
"Oh thank you!" She looks at it a moment.
"What is it?"

[Caput]

Azamina- She kindly pats you on the shoulder. "If you don't know, you don't need one. Don't worry about it." She lights up as she walks using a minor spell and puffs by way of demonstration. "Some people like it. I don't recommend it, but it's habit forming. You have any interest in the deities? We have a nice one here and she could always use a hand."