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Welcome To Sallisae. Please drive carefully.
Fragush- Faranath- Azamina- "Hello. I am sorry to disturb your sleep. This message is one way, so I can't see or hear you. Please listen to what I have to say. I am Ellired. The mayor of Sallisae, a small town of my fellow elves. No powerful being lays claim to our home or its surroundings. For this last century, we have been free. For years monsters have fought over the area, and we have lost the last of our skilled warriors to creatures who would devour us or wreck the town. We will not last long unprotected. I cannot know what strange creatures this spell has found, but I beg you, even if you would pervert our natures or prey upon our flesh, come to me. I am pleading for you and three others to live in the Sallisae territory and defend it as your home. It is beautiful here and more peaceful than many places. You probably think me a fool, for inviting monsters into our midst, but I understand the price I pay and I act out of desperation. This spell has been formulated to find exceptional beings who can benefit from exploiting us. I would much sooner risk seeing me people enslaved or sacrificing each other on dark alters than let them be wiped out by whatever horror next comes to our door. If you will protect us from those who would destroy us, nobody will protect us from you. Simply touch my image to be transported." The spectral elf is clothed in a white toga with a vertical stripe of royal blue at the front. His skin is pale and his hair paler. He is every inch the classic elf, save for his eyes, which are blood red spheres of crystal, somehow devoid of that spark of like, held by normal eyes. Having said what he has to say, he falls silent and waits, looking up at something you cannot see.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Ingle Land? Last edited by Caput; Jan 18th, 2011 at 12:11 PM. |
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Fragrush blinked his massive eye once, then a second time for good measure, focusing it on the elf. A city asking for help? Ha!
But then he paused. Hadn't he asked for just the same thing what seemed to be a lifetime ago? And hadn't he been denied any help as his entire city burned to the ground? He looked at the elf again, something was unusual about him, asides from the size and transparency of course. His stomach grumbled. Hunger, as always. And that nearly decided it for him. His dream had been so pleasant, out of these caves he had been reduced to. These elves could rebuild his city for him, rebuild the cyclopean empire. And if not - he had eaten elves before, a little lean but not bad. The metal of his axe scraped along the stone floor as he slowly stood, the last remnant of Eye in his hand - crafted by it's expert weaponsmiths. He hefted it over his shoulder, and with little more hesitation, he reached out and touched the image of the elf...
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Fragush- The colours around you twist in strange ways and begin to rush past you. The elf fades away and you fall through the chromatic blur.
Eveyone- The storm of colour slows, then stops. You feel a warm breeze on your skin and damp grass beneath your feet. As the magic fades, you find yourselves in a walled garden, still wet from a rain storm now passed. At one end, there is a row of bee-hives. At the the other is a tall hedge with wooden archway in the middle. You are surrounded by slender trees, white flowers and fat bees. Its all very beautiful, but the effect is spoiled by a large rectangle in the centre, which has been dug up and converted to a vegetable patch. Riadon- You find yourself being dripped on by one of the trees. You're very near the hedge and right next to a little pond with a dragon in it. Fragush- You stand in the middle of the vegetable patch. Whatever has been growing here will not be pleased. Azamina- You appear between two of the hives. The bees buzz about you, but they don't seem interested. Faranath- You are semi submerged in a little pond, right near Riadon. Only your head and wings are above the surface. It a bit of a surprise, but the water is perfectly pleasant here. You hear an elven voice on the other side of the hedge: "Yes sir, we should hurry. They could be arriving right now." How do you appear to each other? What do you do?
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Azamina wears the form of a flawless elven woman, with alabaster skin and cascades of red hair. She looks around, a puzzled expression on her face. When she sees the other beings in the garden with her, she gasps and puts a hand to her mouth.
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Fragrush is a massive one-eyed humanoid, both in size and in girth. Wearing nothing but a ragged cloth about his waist, his gut spills out in all directions, covered with marks and scars and a few simple tribal tatoos. In contrast, he has a beautifully crafted double-headed axe rested casually over left shoulder, the head of it alone larger than some men.
He slowly sinks down two inches into the peat of the vegetable patch, looking around, and his grip tightens slowly on his axe. His single pupil rapidly shrinks and grows, focusing on the new area, and newcomers.
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Fragrush- It feels... peaty. Your pretty sure there's some kind of root vegetable between your toes.
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A predominately black dragon with traces of red, about the size of a large dog, clamers and swims in a failed attempt to look dignified while leaving the pond. His serpantine head shakes once to rid itself of water and then walks over to 3 chests and a few stacks of books that appeared at the ponds edge. Easily jumping on top of one of the large chests, he looks about the garden with a surveying gaze that appears judgmental of the things around him. He slowly returns his crimson gaze to the cyclops and speaks in giant, "You there. Be ready to move my things to some place more fitting. And try not to get any more dirt on my books, would you?" The tone coming out sounding as though simple conversation, even if the words appear a command.
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Riadon appears as a... mostly elven thing in blue robes, staring around at the odd new landscape. He seems to have forgotten that elves don't have yellow slitted eyeballs, and generally don't have snake tongues that go *flicker flicker*, but you're sure he'll remember it when it comes up. "Well, that was prompt service."
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Jan 22nd, 2011 at 09:44 AM. |
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You hear another elven voice from the other side of the hedge. "They're here! You, go. Find us a Giant speaker."
A trio of elves walk through the archway in the hedge and look around the garden, taking in the strange collection of creatures they have called. One is the mayor, appearing exactly as he did in the message, except that he seems to have acquired a grey cloak and a fancy cane with a crystal globe on it. He briefly glances around before meeting the gaze of Fragrush. Either side of him are strange people. On his right is a young man in ill-fitting boots and red wizard robes. His hair is a mess, he has an old book under one arm and his right hand is plain wrong. It's like a large stone gauntlet, but it's very clearly a part of his body. He seems cheerful enough, and looks at each of you with interest. He seems particularly pleased to see Faranath and Riadon, but a little wary of Fragrush. He doesn't give much notice to Azamina, in comparison. On the left is a priestess in purple vestments you don't recognise. She carries a silver sickle and has armoured plates on her face, neck and bare arms. They look like white marble. She looks around, warily. After a moment, the mayor takes a deep breath. He's about to speak for a moment, but then he waits, not wanting to interrupt Fragrush and Faranath.
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Ingle Land? Last edited by Caput; Jan 22nd, 2011 at 01:35 PM. |
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Fragrush eyes the dragon for a moment, and subtly flexes his muscles - still visible beneath his overweight stature. Then he turns to the archway in the hedge and focuses instead on the elves that have appeared there. "I am not a common ruffian - you should have more faith in your magic. I can understand the language of men as well as you can.". He follows up in giant, under his breath, "and I can cleave even through a dragon's scales as if they were butter."
While he remains uneasy, he seems to loose a little tension when the elves arrive, his mind flitting elsewhere.
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