An interesting time. Starts out rather fun and light-hearted, but turns a bit epic. I'll edit the post as I find the other descriptions of the crew!
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Da Boyz -
FURION:
Furion is a gaunt looking man, with a thin, almost skeletal frame. His piercing, un-naturally green eyes glare out at you from the dark confines of the dim, shadowy cowl draped around his pale face.
He carries himself with the proud, almost arrogant manner of one who is determined to succeed, no matter what the cost.
STEFAN:
You glance upon a stout man before you, his comically short height (reaching barely above an average man's waist) made laughably ill-proportioned by a long, dragging set of lorerobes. Stocky and
heavily built, nearly as wide as he is tall, his short stature is tempered by a craggy, yet youthful face, although a scraggly beard covers the lower half of his features in a wiry, thick frizz. Deep
set eyes peer out with a keen sparkle, but do little to mask the obvious thread of dwarven lineage in his blood.
SABRELON:
JAMMOND:
OCTAFINO:
Da Gal -
SYNALLA:
Your stomach turns as you gaze upon Synalla, her beauty is like none you have ever seen before. An unseen magic draws you closer and closer to her... Until you realise her skin, blue as death, her eyes, cold as ice, and her teeth, fanged and barbed. The temptress is said to bring men within her reach before slaying them and feasting on their souls. Her beauty is no allure, it is fatality itself.
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Stunted Stefan says, "Want to go say hi to Octafino and his new
recruit?".
Stefan waggles his eyebrows.
Apprentice Jammond says, "What did you have in mind?".
Stunted Stefan says, "Well, I'll be paying my "respects" to the new
lady in the land, if ye get my drift".
Stefan winks knowingly.
Stunted Stefan says, "Takeoff in".
Stunted Stefan says, "3".
Apprentice Jammond says, "Incorrigible, aren't you?".
Furion says, "Wait up".
Stunted Stefan says, "2".
Stunted Stefan says, "1".
Zenichiro, Master of Lore tells Stunted Stefan, "Hello there".
Stefan flaps his lorerobes, shooting upwards, but quickly crashes
point-blank into the ceileng, falling downwards with a sickening splat.
Furion says, "Ouch".
Stefan groans under his breath, rolling over to moan loudly. "Protip..." he mumbles to himself. "Fly OUTSIDE.".
Someone pats Stefan in a friendly manner.
Apprentice Jammond tells Stunted Stefan, "I think ceilings are
unhealthy for flying".
Someone chuckles long and heartily.
Apprentice Jammond says, "Not that I would know".
Stefan narrows his eyes, letting out a loud "Pfft" at Jammond.
Stefan somersaults backwards, managing to right himself after a bit
of negotiation between the ground, his lorerobes and gravity.
Street of the glorious dawn.
Zerthimon of the Warlocks is here. He wields a stubby balsawood wand.
You begin to flap your robes furiously and nod knowingly as you shoot up into the skies.
Up among the clouds.
You enter the portal, which seems to vaporise behind you as you pass through its enchanted gateway.
Equipment store.
You let out a horrified gasp.
Evelyn curtsies gracefully.
Someone utters a short litany and darkness falls across you.
Evelyn says, "Hello".
a shadowy figure doffs his hat.
Octafino says, "A prospective thief".
Stefan darts forwards, shoving Octafino aside (or at least pushing
somewhat ineffectually at the bard's legs) to stand before Evelyn.
Zerthimon tells Stunted Stefan, "Stefan, is that you trailing all those critters around everywhere?".
Stunted Stefan tells Apprentice Jammond, "He just called you a
critter!".
Octafino steps back, grinning to Stefan, "By all means".
Stefan stares up at Evelyn, schooling his expression into an adoring, puppyeyed look.
Stunted Stefan says, "Lovely lady!".
Zerthimon tells Stunted Stefan, "Not Furion himself, naturally!".
Zenichiro, Master of Lore tells Stunted Stefan, "How are things?".
Stefan falls to his knees (not very noticeably changing his height
much), extending one hand. "What beauty doth my eyes witness!" he cries. "Mercinae has been hiding this treasure from the world!"
Zenichiro, Master of Lore tells Stunted Stefan, "What mischief have you been up to?"
Evelyn's face has just gone a pretty shade of pink.
Furion says, "Greetings, Evelyn, welcome to the land".
Evelyn tells Furion, "Thank you".
***August summons, stabs a bit, Stefan portals back out***
Stunted Stefan says, "Apparently August fancies the lady, too".
Apprentice Jammond tells Evelyn, "Welcome to the fair land of Avalon.We are the wicked Thakrians, and you have already met resident goody-twoshoes Octafino, I see".
Stunted Stefan says, "He tried to attack me, for paying my respects!".
Evelyn lets a musical laugh fall from her lips.
Evelyn tells Apprentice Jammond, "Thank you".
Stefan bounces up to his feet, sidling closer to Evelyn. "What guild
will this lovely beauty choose, now that we've saved you from the dull prison of anonymity?
Someone chuckles long and heartily.
Evelyn grins in an amiable manner.
Equipment store.
Octafino Rahl, Bardling Extraordinaire is here.
Evelyn of Mercinae is here.
(Apprentice Jammond of Thakria) is here, shrouded in a cloak of
invisibility.
Slinking about nearby, you spot the figure of Furion, the Forsaken.
You can discern no hidden presences here.
A shimmering portal appears before you, bearing the image of Zenichiro, Master of Lore in its swirling mists.
Zenichiro, Master of Lore appears before you through the black screen of a magical portal.
Zenichiro, Master of Lore says "Hi!", smiling.
a shadowy figure bows respectfully to Zenichiro, Master of Lore.
Zenichiro, Master of Lore says, "Are you all meeting Evelyn? She wishes to be a thief.".
Apprentice Jammond says, "Pretty soon all of Thakria will be here".
Evelyn grins in an amiable manner.
Stefan reaches upwards, standing on his toes in a vain effort to
plant a kiss on Evelyn's hand. "I can see why they'd hide such a lovely thing away," he murmurs (actually, he says quite loudly, since her ear is far too distant for whispers of sweet nothings).
Octafino says, "Oh? A party??".
Evelyn gives you an encouraging smile.
Furion says, "Aye Zenichiro, we came to let Stefan... Pay his respects, so to speak".
Zenichiro, Master of Lore tells Stunted Stefan, "No wonder you were quiet, you're trying to get a piece".
Evelyn lets a musical laugh fall from her lips.
Zenichiro, Master of Lore says, "I see!".
Evelyn shakes her head.
Zenichiro, Master of Lore says, "Stefan appears to be quite the ladies man".
Evelyn tells Stunted Stefan, "So this is a regular thing for you?".
Furion says, "He tries to be, that's for sure".
Evelyn grins in an amiable manner.
Stefan flutters his eyelashes up at Evelyn, undeterred. "Now that we see your fairness," he continues, "We clearly cannot let it be ruined by the inevitable scars and bruises a Mercinean constantly possess!".
Someone chuckles long and heartily.
Octafino rolls his eyes at Stefan.
Evelyn giggles happily.
Stefan gasps, clearly affronted. "How dare you accuse my heart of
being fickle!" he shouts. "Evelyn, how could I feel such emotions for any - all pale beside you!".
Evelyn says, "Im sure".
***Sabrelon protests at not being invited, comes in***
Octafino lets out a pained sigh.
***Poor Octafino...***
Apprentice Sabrelon bows respectfully to Evelyn.
Stunted Stefan tells Zenichiro, Master of Lore, "I am merely a connoseuir".
Zenichiro, Master of Lore chuckles long and heartily.
Stunted Stefan tells Zenichiro, Master of Lore, "Just as the vintner
knows a fine wine by sight, so I can sense a fine woman".
Zenichiro, Master of Lore tells Stunted Stefan, "Be gentle with her.
Those Mercinaens tear up easily.".
Someone sits down.
Apprentice Sabrelon leans against a nearby pillar.
Apprentice Jammond tells Stunted Stefan, "We could just kidnap her and let you woo her in Thakria...".
Stefan stands closer to Evelyn, finally darting in to wrap his arms
around her waist. "Aha!" he cries. "I've captured the fair one! To
Thakria!" Tugging her with him, he shouts, "LET US AWAY!".
Stefan realizes his hands are more closer to her knees, and his grip
doesn't quite extend even close to halfway around her.
You let out a pained sigh.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "What city are we in anyway?".
Furion says, "Our old home, Sabrelon".
Apprentice Jammond says, "My old home too".
Apprentice Jammond says, "Until I saw the light of Thakria".
Apprentice Sabrelon tells Apprentice Jammond, "Thakria and light?".
Apprentice Sabrelon tells Apprentice Jammond, "That's an Oxymoron".
Apprentice Jammond tells Apprentice Sabrelon, "Hardly, Mercinae merely pretends at light. Our. transparency is the true light of Avalon".
Apprentice Sabrelon tells Apprentice Jammond, "More like Unlight".
Stefan stares at Furion with a pained expression. "A little help,
mate?".
Apprentice Sabrelon's face finally shows signs of comprehension.
Stunted Stefan tells Evelyn, "We are kidnapping you! All the beautiful women must be Thakrian or in my harem! Or both!".
You tug at Evelyn impatiently.
a shadowy figure gestures to his Balrog, indicating that Stefan can have a lift if he so desires.
Stefan tugs at Evelyn again. "Fair lady!" he squeaks. "It would
expedite the kidnapping process if you climbed on the balrog...".
Stefan mutters something about not quite being able to reach.
Evelyn says, "Why would I want to be kidnapped?".
Stunted Stefan says, "Whyever wouldn't you?!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Because stefan here is fun to be around".
Apprentice Sabrelon places his hand on stefans head, leaning over.
Stunted Stefan says, "All the most eligable bachelors in the land are
Thakrian - and they need fair, strong women!".
Stunted Stefan says, "All Mercinae has are sissyboys like tapdance
here".
You wink at Octafino.
Evelyn lets a musical laugh fall from her lips.
Stunted Stefan says, "You need a MANLY man".
Octafino raises his eyebrows, "Sissy boy, huh, well we'll see about that.".
Stefan flexes his muscles in a vain display of petite strength.
Evelyn says, "I see".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "You want this dwarf?".
Stunted Stefan says, "HALF dwarf".
You glare at Apprentice Sabrelon menacingly.
Evelyn says, "He seems to think so. . .".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Same thing".
Apprentice Sabrelon glares at you in a menacing manner.
You splash Apprentice Sabrelon from a yellow potion. <--- Dwarfism potion, of course!
You hum a merry tune.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "If anything you should go for the strong
Cavalier".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "God dammit!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "You bastard".
You throw your head back and laugh sadistically, thumping the air with your fists.
Apprentice Sabrelon chokes stefan.
Stefan stares down at the suddenly pint-sized Sabrelon. "Who's the
dwarf now!" he cries.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I can still cut off your legs and make you shorter".
Stefan points his finger in distress at the balrog. "Ahem! Kidnapping! We're carrying you off!".
Apprentice Jammond tells Stunted Stefan, "Want me to remove the bard?".
Stunted Stefan tells Apprentice Jammond, "No! I want him to compose a ballad, and he'll need the details".
Apprentice Jammond says, "Very well...".
Stunted Stefan says, "The Ballad of the Freeing of Fair Evelyn".
You snap your fingers.
Stunted Stefan says, "Get on it, Tapdance".
Stunted Stefan says, "I don't hear no quill scratching!".
Octafino clears his throat eyeing for silence.
Octafino says, "I will need some lights as well".
Octafino says, "If I am to give a ballad".
Stunted Stefan says, "Take your notes, Bard".
Stunted Stefan says, "This will make a fine saga".
Octafino says, "I can't peform it with out the light, I am sorry".
Equipment store.
A globe of darkness hangs in the air, belching unlight everywhere. Your eyes can see nothing in this pitch darkness.
A globe of darkness hangs in the air, belching unlight everywhere. All about you is darkness, you cannot determine the exits.
Stunted Stefan says, "It's not done yet!".
Stunted Stefan says, "You can't write the song until the story's over".
Stunted Stefan says, "We haven't trussed her up yet and safely returned her to the broth- err Thakria".
Evelyn reaches forward and slaps you in the face.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "We must of course get a drink on the way".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I'm parched".
Apprentice Sabrelon grins in an amiable manner.
Octafino tells Evelyn, "Do you see what hooligans live there".
Evelyn lets a musical laugh fall from her lips.
Evelyn tells Octafino, "Yes".
Furion narrows his eyes at Octafino in an unnerving manner.
Stunted Stefan says, "Of course, every good pilfering of female virtue deserves a drink".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "And I haven't had a glass of whisky in like... 3, 4 hours!".
Furion slashes the air with his palms.
A glimmer of light returns as the darkness of the spirits subsides.
***tada, light is restored for Octafino***
Stunted Stefan says, "You know".
Stefan tugs at his beard, staring more closely at Evelyn. "You know," he repeats. "Now that the darkness globe is cancelled...".
Stunted Stefan says, "I can see Evelyn a bit better".
Stefan tugs on his beard in consternation. "She's not as lovely as I
thought..." he mutters. "And that chin hair implies she might not be a lady, either...".
Stunted Stefan says, "Follow me, men!".
Stunted Stefan says, "We've been misled!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I need a drink".
Stunted Stefan says, "The Parrian traits of chin-beards and cross-eyes run true in this one".
Stunted Stefan says, "A dangerous mistake we nearly made".
Furion says, "Lets get drinking!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Aye!".
Evelyn shakes her head.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "First rounds on me!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "To the Bar!".
***fly***
Zenichiro, Master of Lore says "Hi!", smiling.
Stunted Stefan says, "We discovered she was cross-eyed and flat-chested".
Behind the bar.
Zenichiro, Master of Lore tells Stunted Stefan, "Aha, typical mercinaen then".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Now".
Apprentice Jammond says, "I see one problem with this whole adventure".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Excuse me as i go get some sata".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Fucking Dwarfism".
Apprentice Sabrelon glares at you in a menacing manner.
Apprentice Jammond says, "We should have brought back at least one female".
Stunted Stefan says, "Not nearly enough in Thakria".
Stunted Stefan says, "It doesn't breed the gentle, easy won over
type, I guess".
***give Sabrelon a portal out, so he can buy sata...***
Apprentice Jammond says, "If that was what we went for then why return empty handed?".
***But OH, someone special has found us!!!***
You point an accusing finger at Synalla, the temptress demon.
Synalla, the temptress demon winks broadly. "Hello, boys," she purrs.
Apprentice Sabrelon grins at Synalla, the temptress demon in an amiable manner.
Stefan leans against Synalla, staring up in worship.
Furion drools eagerly.
Synalla, the temptress demon lets out a low, throaty laugh. "Who did you fail to bring back?" she asks languidly.
Apprentice Jammond says, "Stefan here failed to woo a Mercinaen".
Stefan beams up at Synalla. "Evelyn," he mutters. "But she was naught before your fair form.".
Synalla, the temptress demon tosses her head, sending her hair rippling and her body writhing in the faintest hint of a tease. "Of course not," she coos. "None are.".
Apprentice Jammond says, "If he failed to woo her then I say he certainly is not worthy of a Thakrian lady".
Apprentice Sabrelon sits down at a table, proping his feet on the table.
Apprentice Jammond grins in an amiable manner.
Apprentice Jammond chuckles long and heartily.
Furion is enjoying the show.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "You just want her for yourself".
Apprentice Sabrelon scoffs arrogantly.
Synalla, the temptress demon slinks up to the counter, propping one hip up on it, a move which reveals an ample display of cleavage.
Apprentice Sabrelon takes a swig of whisky.
Furion gulps loudly, and blinks.
Stefan pulls his robes closer about him, blushing.
Furion says, "Oh my".
Apprentice Sabrelon gives a whistle.
Apprentice Jammond pointedly ignores Synalla, the temptress demon.
Apprentice Sabrelon stares at Synalla, the temptress demon.
Synalla, the temptress demon grins broadly, clearly enjoying the attention. Stretching a bit, she purrs, "You boys need real women.".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I agree fully".
Furion nodding furiously, quickly agrees "Yes, yes we do!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "... Like furion".
Apprentice Sabrelon pats Furion in a friendly manner.
Synalla, the temptress demon shifts her hip, letting her back arch
seductively as she shimmies up to sit fully on the counter. "Strong women, who know a thing or two about life," she continues, glancing down at her nails, admiring the crimson polish in the dim tavern light.
Apprentice Jammond utters a short litany and darkness falls across you.
Furion scolds Apprentice Jammond angrily.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "And the View goes away".
Furion tells Apprentice Jammond, "I WANT to see her!".
Stefan hangs back, his jaw dropping at the display, clearly
discomforted.
Apprentice Sabrelon scoffs arrogantly.
Furion slashes the air with his palms.
A glimmer of light returns as the darkness of the spirits subsides.
Apprentice Jammond says, "Whatever".
Apprentice Sabrelon pats Apprentice Jammond in a friendly manner.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "20 must still be too young".
Apprentice Sabrelon shakes his head.
Synalla, the temptress demon strums her nails impatiently. "Are one of you gentleman going to buy me a drink?" she says, artfully arching an eyebrow.
Apprentice Jammond shakes his head.
Furion says, "Sure, what do you want, babe?".
Furion pokes out his tongue and licks his lips.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I'll be back with some Whisky!".
Apprentice Jammond touches Apprentice Jammond.
You notice that he is surrounded by a green glow for a moment.
Furion says, "You obviously DO need some healing, if you aren't enjoying THIS show, Jammond".
Apprentice Jammond shrugs his shoulders casually.
Apprentice Sabrelon stands up, walks to the other room and orders a glass of whisky from the bar, then offers it to Synalla, a slight smirk on his face.
Apprentice Jammond says, "I suffer from intense loyalty".
Apprentice Sabrelon returns to his seat.
Furion rushes over, almost knocking Sabrelon over in his rush to offer Synalla a glass of vodka.
Apprentice Sabrelon glares at Furion in a menacing manner.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Too late mate".
Synalla, the temptress demon purses her lips, browsing the menu. Shrugging (a movement which displays a devastating ripple of feminine curves), she peers at the shots in amusement.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Whisky is the drink of the Gods, the only thing someone like Synalla would drink".
Furion taps his nose, murmuring to his companions excitedly "Vodka will make her put out quicker!".
Synalla, the temptress demon says, "Whatever is most expensive is what I prefer".
Apprentice Sabrelon snaps his fingers.
Stefan hangs back, blushing brightly and averting his eyes.
Apprentice Sabrelon returns from the other room with a glass of
Corneliusfolly, then gives it to Synalla.
Synalla, the temptress demon yawns lazily, stretching again until she lays in a languid, draped posture on the counter, revealing a remarkable physique in profile, a true dream for any man.
Apprentice Sabrelon walks back to the table, putting his feet back up on the table.
Synalla, the temptress demon smiles slowly at Sabrelon, flashing him a coy wink as she rolls onto her side, one hand on her hip. "Excellent choice," she says in a low, silky voice.
Apprentice Sabrelon lets out a sneaky little smirk.
Apprentice Jammond lets out a pained sigh.
Synalla, the temptress demon lets her eyes drift to the man in the corner. "Something wrong with your friend?" she asks, her voice half offended and half taunting.
Apprentice Sabrelon glares at Apprentice Jammond in a menacing manner.
Stefan stares at the floor, mumbling something incomprehensible.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Nothing, nothing at all".
Apprentice Jammond says, "You are too... Easy".
Apprentice Sabrelon scoffs arrogantly.
Apprentice Jammond says, "It's hardly healthy".
Synalla, the temptress demon narrows her eyes, staring sharply at Jammond. "Seduction and satisfaction are rarely the same thing," she says, her voice revealing a disturbing note beneath the silky wrappings you had not heard initially.
Furion looks at Jammond in disbelief, saying "Lad, not healthy? I would love a work out from her!".
Apprentice Jammond says, "And probably die of it Master".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Of course you would".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "You need the work out, look at those muscles".
Apprentice Sabrelon scoffs arrogantly.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Non existant".
Synalla, the temptress demon lets her head fall back as she quickly downs the drink. Her hair ripples downwards in a sheen of satiny tresses,although you can discern a disconcerting glint of silvery, unnatural glow in the waving strands.
Apprentice Sabrelon grins at Synalla, the temptress demon in an amiable manner.
Furion says, "Jammond, it'd be worth it, and Sabrelon, just try me, my friend".
Synalla, the temptress demon turns her head to regard Furion with an amused stare. Shifting her weight, she manages an even more provacative pose, her curves stretching her garments in dangerous ways.
Synalla, the temptress demon beckons Furion closer.
***Jammond flees!***
Furion numbly shuffles over to Synalla, obviously unable to resist.
Synalla, the temptress demon's eyes narrow as she watches the young sorcerer approach. Reaching out one hand to stroke his cheek, she laughs again, although her tone is no longer seductive, but limned with an icy chill of power and domination.
Apprentice Sabrelon scoffs and takes a swig of whisky, finishing off his drink.
Apprentice Sabrelon's face is crossed by a look of intense sadness.
Furion gulps loudly, slowly admiring Synalla's body as he says "Lady, what would you have of me?".
Apprentice Sabrelon walks off to the other room and returns with another full glass of Whisky.
Apprentice Sabrelon shakes his head.
Synalla, the temptress demon lets her hand trace downwards to rest on Furion's chest. Lightly her fingers dig in, her delicate nails suddenly flashing in a vision of clawlike grasping, as a bitter cold emanates from where her hand touches the body.
Stefan glances up at Furion, his eyes widening in shock as he
watches.
Furion gasps in pain, a look of terror on his face, yet unable to move away.
Synalla, the temptress demon grins broadly, a sudden flare of coals from the banked fire in the adjacent room turning her smile into a grim, skull-like leer for a sudden, disconcerting moment. Her hands move down to the sorcerer's side, as she wraps one hand around him, pulling him closer.
Stefan suddenly lunges forward, shouting loudly, "Don't, man! It's a
trap!".
Furion numbly stands there, not comprehending the situation and obviously entrapped by the temptress's spell.
Synalla, the temptress demon ignores the dwarf, pulling Furion ever,
inexorably closer. Her stare is no longer seductive, but hungry, ravenous as the gaze of wolves on the hunt. Licking her lips, she bends down, although something tells you the kiss she is about to bestow carries deathly consequences.
Apprentice Sabrelon jumps up and places his longsword a scant hairlength from the demon's lips.
Stefan tumbles forward, jumping for Synalla's arm. Failing, he
collapses in a heap, sweeping Furion's legs out from under him.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "No matter how funny it would be, i can't let you kill him".
A Balrog rushes over to his master, picking him up and placing him on his back.
Apprentice Sabrelon, keeping his eyes away from synalla's, rushes over and pushes her backwards.
Synalla, the temptress demon lets out a sharp hiss, pulling back from the cold, biting touch of silver against her skin. Shrieking, she draws her demonic power about her, torrents of icy air whipping about the room, underladen with a foul stench of decay.
Furion looks down at the temptress, his eyes cold and harsh as he says "You... You BITCH!".
Furion intones, "Naurlamalantara!" and a reddish flame springs up over the cauldron.
Apprentice Sabrelon falls down to his knees, having a painful look upon his face. He scrapes a pentacle about the ground.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "If i wanted".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I could kill her right now".
Apprentice Sabrelon glares at Synalla, the temptress demon in a menacing manner.
Synalla, the temptress demon screeches, "You dare draw damned silver on me?!" she hisses, her eyes transfixed by the sword. Reaching out one hand, she sends a lashing whip of wind spiralling outwards to knock you off your feet.
Furion says, "Not yet, Sabrelon".
Furion says, "She has earned a little pain".
Apprentice Sabrelon lets a burst of chivalric flame erupt from his
longsword, but hearing Furion's remark, he retracts his sword to his side.
Furion says, "For my Lady Xanthe, I shall take Vengeance on this slut!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Hah!".
Apprentice Sabrelon jumps backwards, next to Stefan.
Furion looks down at Synalla, his eyes blazing with untold fury.
Synalla, the temptress demon has completely transformed into her true self, the magicks used on her appearance now funnelled into her lancing attacks of elemental power. Standing astride the counter, she glares down at you, her form cadaverous, with blank, jaundiced eyes and lank strands of hair - for all the world, she looks half-decayed, with only ruined vestiges of beauty clinging to her gaunt body.
Apprentice Sabrelon glares at Synalla, the temptress demon in a menacing manner.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I knew under it all you were just an Ugly-ass bitch".
Stefan stares upwards, slowly crawling backwards to cower behind
Furion.
Furion grimaces, quickly summoning the Dark Arts to his aid, and directs the powers of Evocation and Demonology at Synalla, entering a contest of wills with the demon.
Apprentice Sabrelon pulls a silver dagger from his sack.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "If all fails..".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I'll get her".
Synalla, the temptress demon laughs in defiance of the taunts, sweeping her hand across the room to send another lash of icy force at you.
Apprentice Sabrelon is hit by the ice, sent flying against the wall, and stunned momentarily.
Stefan tumbles backwards, sent rolling head over heels to crash into the far wall of the room. His head smashes into the wood of the doorframe with a sickening crack and he collapses to the floor, clearly unconscious.
Apprentice Sabrelon mumbles under his breath, "fuck, my head".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "God dammit".
Apprentice Sabrelon stands up, his legs nearly buckling under him, and walks over to Stefan and scrapes a pentacle around his unconscious form. Then he kneels for a moment, regenerating.
Synalla, the temptress demon narrows her eyes at Furion, her power caught in a net of magical struggle with his. Hissing, she sends another flash of power towards him, although her shoulders slump and her stance slips slightly.
Furion gazes at Synalla, his eyes determined and his power focused on his task. "You shall obey me, demon, or you shall die! Make your choice!".
Apprentice Sabrelon mumbles, "Bitch" and throws his dagger at Synalla, its silver barely knicking her arm.
Synalla, the temptress demon laughs again, although her harsh tone is laced with a shaky note of fear. Sluggishly, she barely manages to avoid the thrown dagger and howls, falling to her knees as it slices her arm.
Apprentice Sabrelon uses his chivalric power to retrieve his dagger from across the room.
Synalla, the temptress demon glares at Furion, her stare piercing,
attempting to sap away his strength. This attack is more feeble and
ennervated, and she huddles into a crouch, struggling to shield her body from further physical attack.
Apprentice Sabrelon tosses his dagger to furion. "use it if you need it".
Furion utters the words of demonic banishing, and directs the malevolent forces of the underworld at Synalla, and as they close in on her, he says, with a hint of amusement in his voice "It would've been much easier just to sleep with me, you know".
Synalla, the temptress demon shrieks in agony as the magic overwhelms her, consuming her body in a sparking candescent shower of unholy blue fire. Her form wavers, faltering, as she slow fades, finally vanishing with a clash of light and a plume of smoke.
Apprentice Sabrelon gives a grunt as he rises from his kneeling position.
Apprentice Sabrelon uses his Chivalric power again to retrieve his dagger.
Furion says, "Man, that was freaky shit, next time, lets just bring the Mercinaen back here".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "I agree".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "And i think Stefan would too".
Stefan moans groggily from the corner, rolling over and struggling to
open his eyes. "Wha' happen'" he mumbles, spitting out a dislodged tooth.
Apprentice Sabrelon pats you in a friendly manner.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Don't worry 'bout it mate".
Furion says, "Lets just say that we were sorely tempted".
Stefan blinks up at Furion. "Mate, you were flirting with a demon!"
he mumbles, wiping away a trace of blood from his temples. Hacking roughly, he spits out a bloody glob. "What did you THINK would happen...".
Apprentice Sabrelon cries aloud as he sees his Whisky has been knocked over on the floor.
Apprentice Sabrelon rushes over to the glass.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Noo!".
Stefan stares down forlornly at the tooth. "Me beautiful looks..." he
says mournfully.
Stefan stares balefully up at Sabrelon. "I think we ALL could use
another round!".
Apprentice Sabrelon lets a tear trickle down his cheeck as he looks at the empty glass and the puddle of whisky on the flour.
Apprentice Sabrelon picks the glass from the floor, walking to the other room.
Apprentice Sabrelon returns with 4 glasses of their strongest Whisky.
Furion says, "2 for me?".
Apprentice Sabrelon hands the glasses to everyone in the room.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Now all, take a seat".
Apprentice Sabrelon walks over to his chair, returning to the seat.
Furion takes a huge swig of whiskey as his makes his way to his seat, carefully avoiding the remains of the temptress.
Apprentice Sabrelon raises his Whisky in the air and Yells, "To Furion!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Hail!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "His stupidity almost got him killed, but he got out of the situation in an awsome manner".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "And that deserves a toast".
Furion grins at his companions with a look of savage glee on his face, "To Vengeance, to excellence, and to Thakria!".
Apprentice Sabrelon finishes the whisky in one Swig.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Hail!".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "To Thakria!".
Stefan raises his drink high, echoing the toast.
Furion says, "Stefan, I must say, you choice in women has wavered somewhat lately".
Stunted Stefan says, "Hey, I didn't want her".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "Neither did i".
Furion says, "First that buck-toothed creature from Mercinae, now you almost just got me killed".
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "It was all you".
Furion scoffs arrogantly.
Furion says, "She only WANTED me".
Furion says, "Not from lack of trying on your part".
Furion winks at Apprentice Sabrelon.
Stunted Stefan says, "I wouldn't be bragging about that...".
Apprentice Sabrelon shrugs his shoulders casually.
Apprentice Sabrelon says, "You almost got yourself fucked over".
Stunted Stefan says, "In more ways than one..."
-fin!-
