Grixx let’s out a light sigh with disappointment and then says. “Well on the bright side maybe they don’t have large numbers... I just hope I am right about them being in Greenest.”
Grixx looks at Silk with intrigue and grin. “You sounds like quite the interesting fellow being a big game hunter and investigator. It’s a shame our journey is almost at an end. I am sure you have many stories to share.”
Elvoril was taking his time, walking along the border of the forest, keeping to the shadows as much as he could. Traveling alone could be dangerous, although he knows now that he possess some inner power that will lead him to a great destiny. Taking a rest, placing some weight on his quarterstaff, he sees a group of adventurers approaching . They are armed but the weapons are not drawn and they seem to enjoy their walk chatting and laughing. Greenest should not be too far ahead, and coming within a group could be useful, for safety and to keep a low profile. As the group approaches, the half-elf left the shadows of the trees, remove his hood and wave in a friendly way to them.
The group is a bit surprised from the appearance of this half-elf, all dressed in black robe. He has a very pale skin and gray hair and wear a black hooded cape. Around his neck, the group can see a beautiful necklace ornamented with black feathers and at his side a dagger is still within its sheath. Holding a quarterstaff adorned with a red crystal, Elvoril announces himself:
"Good afternoon, fellow travelers. I am Elvoril. I see we are traveling towards the same village. What would you say if we walk together for the last mile or so? It is always nice to meet friendly people."
Dag has watched the arrival of more strangers to the ever growing entourage with a degree of interest. None have been particularly concerned over his appearance, nor made any scathing remarks about his ancestry, so that was a good sign. At the arrival of the Dragonborn contingent Dag's muscles instinctively bunch as the power of Kossuth flows through his veins, heightening his senses by an almost imperceptible degree, just enough to add a layer of vibrancy to the colour of the world around him. He tenses, feeling panic sweep over him as his chest tightens and for a moment he is back in the temple, hearing once again the keening roar of the Dragon, feeling the freezing blast of ice as it swept through the halls. The raking claw of death that threatened to claim him.
Then the moment passes and he returns to the present, casting his sight around the group. None appeared to be looking at him too intently. Mostly they are engaged in pleasant banter concerning the appropriation of pleasures in Greenrest. His attention perks up at the mention of Dragon cultists though and he finds himself stepping closer to the group.
"If you have business with Dragon Cultists, then I will accompany you to that end if you will have me." he announces to none and all.
A dark hooded figure steps out from the shadow of a cluster of nearby trees. Dag notices the crystal topped quarterstaff in his hands. A wielder of magics most likely.
"Good afternoon, fellow travelers. I am Elvoril. I see we are traveling towards the same village. What would you say if we walk together for the last mile or so? It is always nice to meet friendly people."
"Well met Elvoril" he begins, before gesturing to the rest "My name is Dagella J'Stal, though you can call me Dag. It seems we make quite the trope heading for Greenrest. Is it usually so busy a place?" he enquires. Not having travelled far from the temple for the majority of his life, the world beyond was largely new to him.
"Well met Elvoril" he begins, before gesturing to the rest "My name is Dagella J'Stal, though you can call me Dag. It seems we make quite the trope heading for Greenrest. Is it usually so busy a place?" he enquires. Not having travelled far from the temple for the majority of his life, the world beyond was largely new to him.
"Greetings dear Dag, I am not from Greenest, just traveling there but I guess the closer we are from the town, the more people we met. This is good omen, this means we are close to our goal." Spending a bit more time looking at the Tiefling and at his tabard, Elvoril inquires: "It is rare to see one of your kind. It is always nice to meet people from different horizons." (Religion: 20) "I do not recognize your tabard. Are you part of an order ? Revering a certain deity ?"
Dag looks across at Elvoril unsure of his intent. He notices the hooded figure looking intently at the flame interwoven on his tabard, and for a second is unsure of how to answer. The temple taught much of the Lord of Flames, and he knew there were many different schools of thought in relation to the propriety of his worship.
"Kossuth, the Lord of Flames. Our temple was a small one, a subsidiary of the Disciples of the Phoenix, who draw on the strength of the primordial elemental lord to do good in the world, though there are many who worship the Firelord for other reasons." he concludes with sincerity, looking across the way at Elvoril. It was said that many spent their mortal lives in worship of Kossuth, never once hearing his voice, yet the intonation still rang in his head in those moments laying in the strewn rubble of shattered rock and frozen bodies. The message was crystal clear in his mind.
"And what of you? Do you worship a deity, or do you find your strength elsewhere?"
Elvoril touches unconsciously his necklace. “It’s a long story, but my faith lies with the Dark lady, the Raven Queen. But let’s not delve too much in religion... I’m hoping for a nice ale and a good bed at the best tavern of the town.”
Dag smiles at Elvoril, seeing his own hesitance to discuss religion mirrored in the hooded figure's words.
"As you wish. Though I would just like to say that I measure a person by deed, not by deity." He lets the words hang in the air for a moment or two before returning his attention to the scene before them.
"We can't be too far away now. Is it just the promise of bed and booze that brings you to Greenrest? I have never ventured far from my Temple, so I have not been this far from home. Do you know what to expect from the town? In particular how they treat folks like me..." he finishes, not looking at anyone in particular as his eyes stare off down the lazy, winding road.
Fiznik not catching the subtle changes in 'comforts' when the dragonlady speaks "You call this comfortable?!" He runs real fast to catch back up to the group, still dragging his greataxe behind him, leaving a very noticeable trail."Just wait until we get to Greenest, Leosin will take care of us!" He pauses "Or at least me!" He lets out another hearty chuckle before running to catch back up with the group.
"If you have business with Dragon Cultists, then I will accompany you to that end if you will have me." he announces to none and all.
Grixx is relieved that his previous notion regarding Dag's business with "Dragons" and the Dragon Cultists were related were true. Grixx then looks Dag in the eyes nods, and sincerely says, "I would be honored if we could work to achieve our goals together. I just wish I knew where to start. The more time that passes the more I fear for my friend."
Fiznik not catching the subtle changes in 'comforts' when the dragonlady speaks "You call this comfortable?!" He runs real fast to catch back up to the group, still dragging his greataxe behind him, leaving a very noticeable trail."Just wait until we get to Greenest, Leosin will take care of us!" He pauses "Or at least me!" He lets out another hearty chuckle before running to catch back up with the group.
Grixx turns back to Finzik. "Is this Leosin you speak of an Inn Keeper? I do not know much of Greenest and will be looking for somewhere to stay for a reasonable price."
"Nope!" he chuckles to himself "He's my friend! He saved my life once and asked me to meet him here!" He drops his greataxe and plops down in the dirt path thinking to himself for a moment before jumping back up grabbing his greataxe and catching back up to the group "When he goes somewhere he always figures out the local shops and inns though! He may even be staying at one!"
*** I'm still trying to figure out how I want to play Fiznik guys! So how he talks and responds to questions may change as we continue on, I apologize!
**An echo of real life then, as we strive to figure out who we are :) **
Dag gives Grixx a nod of the head at his response.
"It seems as though perhaps fortune smiles on us." he says to Grixx, gesturing across the way to the human who introduced himself as Silk. "Perhaps we can use the talents of our new Investigator companion to help us track down your friend and lead us to some clues about these cultists. Is that something you'd be interested in Silk?" he asks of the rogue.
With a look down to the little gnome covered in strange markings, enthusiastically dragging an oversized greataxe he gives another smile.
"...and perhaps our other allies have contacts in town who can direct us to a place for an evenings rest, and some other shops for provisions. Would you mind if we accompanied you to meet your friend, Fiznik?"
In that moment Dag turns back to look at the Dragonborn entourage who are but a few steps behind. They appear to be keeping mainly to themselves, but their leaders words echoed in his mind, tugging at strands of curiosity.
"Zanrillakri, you said the Platinum Dragon has sent you this way. What awaits you in Greenrest? It maybe that we can all be of benefit to each other in some strange twist of fate." he offers with a genuine smile, though in the back of his mind he wrestles with the innate fear that springs to life in his gut at the sight of Dragonkin.
"It seems as though perhaps fortune smiles on us." he says to Grixx, gesturing across the way to the human who introduced himself as Silk. "Perhaps we can use the talents of our new Investigator companion to help us track down your friend and lead us to some clues about these cultists. Is that something you'd be interested in Silk?" he asks of the rogue.
With a frown on his face, Silk replies, "If you had been alone and started talking of Dragon Cultists in Greenest, I'd have thought you a bit... umm... daft. But several of you seem to agree that there are cultists in Greenest? When did this happen? I spend quite a bit of time out in the wilds, tracking targets for my next hunts... but I'd be ashamed if something like cultists were in Greenest and I never even got wind of it."
Turning to Grixx, "I usually only do investigation work when I need coin and I have nothing else to fall back on. Normally I would only pursue this for pay, but if what you all say is true, then my home is being corrupted, and I'd die to save Greenest. I've lost one home already, and I won't lose another."
"You may call me Rilla, I'm afraid I've resorted to formallity after too long alone. Right now all that awaits me is a bed and some food. I'll know what I'm looking for when I see it. I am a little concerned about talk of dragon cults. Those amongst non-draconic folk tend to lean towards the darker side of dragonkind I'm afraid."
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Dag looks to Silk, pupiless white eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He'd been travelling along this way for some time now and though he's heard only whispers and suggestions of Dragons, not to mention the direction provided by Kossuth on that fateful day, there's been nothing yet to suggest that he'd find what he was looking for in Greenrest. But it could not be co-incidence that he'd met another adventurer who sought out something to do with Dragons.
"For myself, I have no concrete evidence. But I know what it is to lose a home. My Temple, my family, they were annihilated by Dragons. They took away everything I hold dear, so now I seek them out, to burn them in the Firelord's righteous flame." he feels anger beginning to blossom in his chest but quashes it forcibly.
"Truly, I do not know what to expect from this place, Greenrest. Most things I have only read about from the Temple, so I am new to much of the world. But I do hope to find direction, and it strikes me as odd that we travellers should find each other on the road to this place, each with something to offer the other. Believers in fate and destiny may call it so. But for now I would settle for a place to lay my head, some hot food and what I've heard people call 'ale'. It sounds nice."
Dag looks back to Rilla. Her manner seems to have become more relaxed as time passes, and instantly Dag feels the knot of apprehension fading from his stomach.
"I must admit Rilla, I know little of Dragonborn, or of Dragonkin in general save what I have observed. When first I saw your group I thought that you might attack us, but your mention of the Platinum Dragon assuaged my fear somewhat. He is a force for good, is that right? He has sent you to Greenrest to look for signs of trouble?" Dag allows himself a smile and offers a silent prayer to Kossuth, thanking him for providing him with direction and purpose.
"How do people generally take to your kind? My master told me that the outside world often shuns my kind, for fear of our demonic heritage. Is it the same for you?"
Fiznik gets up next to you Dag knocking on your leg much like knocking on a door "I care not for what you look like red man nor you dragonlady!" Continuing to knock on your leg, not paying much attention to what he's actually doing "I care for how you hold up in battle!" He shouts with a bit of cheerful, but fierce tiny gnome,goliath?, rage.
"Yes, Bahamut is a force for good in the world, although his opposite number is a strong enemy. You'd find that dragonborn are as varied as humans in whether they have intentions for good or ill." She pauses then continues. "Sent is a strong word. Bahamut speaks in signs and symbols sometimes, and they pointed me in this direction. What my duty is remains for me to discover." "As far as our reception amonst other races it varies wildly, some fearing and hating us, some viewing us as portents of good luck. Each new town offers it's own experience."
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Dag listens intently to Rilla as she informs him about Bahamut and Dragonborn, all the while feeling the gentle knocking of Fiznik against his leg. This was nothing like Jaalin said it would be if he ventured out into the wider world. The thought of his old mentor filled him with sadness but as he looked around at the amicable ragtag bunch of strangers who were talking to him so freely he couldn't help but feel a stab of anger at the man, whose words had kept him sheltered for so many years.
"Bahamut sounds like a venerable force indeed. If his followers are as stout as you, I'm sure his...opposite number... will not succeed in its' intent." he tris his best to find sage words, but is left wanting as he looks down at Fiznik with a grin.
"My prowess for martial combat leaves much to be desired little one, but I have the power to heal wounds and use power bestowed upon me by Kossuth to wield his magic on the material plane." he reflects in an apt summary of his ability. He carries a mace, shield and light crossbow but anyone looking could see that they have seen little use.
"It seems as though there is enough strength of arm here to more than make up for what I lack."
He drops his greataxe on the ground next to him "I can do that too!" He happily shouts as his dark green eyes pulsate as he casts Minor Illusion and creates a secondary identical greataxe on the ground next to his.
Grixx let’s out a light sigh with disappointment and then says. “Well on the bright side maybe they don’t have large numbers... I just hope I am right about them being in Greenest.”
Grixx looks at Silk with intrigue and grin. “You sounds like quite the interesting fellow being a big game hunter and investigator. It’s a shame our journey is almost at an end. I am sure you have many stories to share.”
Elvoril was taking his time, walking along the border of the forest, keeping to the shadows as much as he could. Traveling alone could be dangerous, although he knows now that he possess some inner power that will lead him to a great destiny. Taking a rest, placing some weight on his quarterstaff, he sees a group of adventurers approaching . They are armed but the weapons are not drawn and they seem to enjoy their walk chatting and laughing. Greenest should not be too far ahead, and coming within a group could be useful, for safety and to keep a low profile. As the group approaches, the half-elf left the shadows of the trees, remove his hood and wave in a friendly way to them.
The group is a bit surprised from the appearance of this half-elf, all dressed in black robe. He has a very pale skin and gray hair and wear a black hooded cape. Around his neck, the group can see a beautiful necklace ornamented with black feathers and at his side a dagger is still within its sheath. Holding a quarterstaff adorned with a red crystal, Elvoril announces himself:
"Good afternoon, fellow travelers. I am Elvoril. I see we are traveling towards the same village. What would you say if we walk together for the last mile or so? It is always nice to meet friendly people."
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
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Dag has watched the arrival of more strangers to the ever growing entourage with a degree of interest. None have been particularly concerned over his appearance, nor made any scathing remarks about his ancestry, so that was a good sign. At the arrival of the Dragonborn contingent Dag's muscles instinctively bunch as the power of Kossuth flows through his veins, heightening his senses by an almost imperceptible degree, just enough to add a layer of vibrancy to the colour of the world around him. He tenses, feeling panic sweep over him as his chest tightens and for a moment he is back in the temple, hearing once again the keening roar of the Dragon, feeling the freezing blast of ice as it swept through the halls. The raking claw of death that threatened to claim him.
Then the moment passes and he returns to the present, casting his sight around the group. None appeared to be looking at him too intently. Mostly they are engaged in pleasant banter concerning the appropriation of pleasures in Greenrest. His attention perks up at the mention of Dragon cultists though and he finds himself stepping closer to the group.
"If you have business with Dragon Cultists, then I will accompany you to that end if you will have me." he announces to none and all.
A dark hooded figure steps out from the shadow of a cluster of nearby trees. Dag notices the crystal topped quarterstaff in his hands. A wielder of magics most likely.
"Well met Elvoril" he begins, before gesturing to the rest "My name is Dagella J'Stal, though you can call me Dag. It seems we make quite the trope heading for Greenrest. Is it usually so busy a place?" he enquires. Not having travelled far from the temple for the majority of his life, the world beyond was largely new to him.
Dagella J'Stal - Level 1 Tiefling Cleric of Light - Tyranny Of Dragons
"Greetings dear Dag, I am not from Greenest, just traveling there but I guess the closer we are from the town, the more people we met. This is good omen, this means we are close to our goal."
Spending a bit more time looking at the Tiefling and at his tabard, Elvoril inquires: "It is rare to see one of your kind. It is always nice to meet people from different horizons." (Religion: 20)
"I do not recognize your tabard. Are you part of an order ? Revering a certain deity ?"
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Dag looks across at Elvoril unsure of his intent. He notices the hooded figure looking intently at the flame interwoven on his tabard, and for a second is unsure of how to answer. The temple taught much of the Lord of Flames, and he knew there were many different schools of thought in relation to the propriety of his worship.
"Kossuth, the Lord of Flames. Our temple was a small one, a subsidiary of the Disciples of the Phoenix, who draw on the strength of the primordial elemental lord to do good in the world, though there are many who worship the Firelord for other reasons." he concludes with sincerity, looking across the way at Elvoril. It was said that many spent their mortal lives in worship of Kossuth, never once hearing his voice, yet the intonation still rang in his head in those moments laying in the strewn rubble of shattered rock and frozen bodies. The message was crystal clear in his mind.
"And what of you? Do you worship a deity, or do you find your strength elsewhere?"
Dagella J'Stal - Level 1 Tiefling Cleric of Light - Tyranny Of Dragons
Elvoril touches unconsciously his necklace. “It’s a long story, but my faith lies with the Dark lady, the Raven Queen. But let’s not delve too much in religion... I’m hoping for a nice ale and a good bed at the best tavern of the town.”
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Dag smiles at Elvoril, seeing his own hesitance to discuss religion mirrored in the hooded figure's words.
"As you wish. Though I would just like to say that I measure a person by deed, not by deity." He lets the words hang in the air for a moment or two before returning his attention to the scene before them.
"We can't be too far away now. Is it just the promise of bed and booze that brings you to Greenrest? I have never ventured far from my Temple, so I have not been this far from home. Do you know what to expect from the town? In particular how they treat folks like me..." he finishes, not looking at anyone in particular as his eyes stare off down the lazy, winding road.
Dagella J'Stal - Level 1 Tiefling Cleric of Light - Tyranny Of Dragons
"A bed seems like a distant memory, I tire of the 'comforts' of the road."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Fiznik not catching the subtle changes in 'comforts' when the dragonlady speaks "You call this comfortable?!" He runs real fast to catch back up to the group, still dragging his greataxe behind him, leaving a very noticeable trail. "Just wait until we get to Greenest, Leosin will take care of us!" He pauses "Or at least me!" He lets out another hearty chuckle before running to catch back up with the group.
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Grixx is relieved that his previous notion regarding Dag's business with "Dragons" and the Dragon Cultists were related were true. Grixx then looks Dag in the eyes nods, and sincerely says, "I would be honored if we could work to achieve our goals together. I just wish I knew where to start. The more time that passes the more I fear for my friend."
Just then...
Grixx turns back to Finzik. "Is this Leosin you speak of an Inn Keeper? I do not know much of Greenest and will be looking for somewhere to stay for a reasonable price."
"Nope!" he chuckles to himself "He's my friend! He saved my life once and asked me to meet him here!" He drops his greataxe and plops down in the dirt path thinking to himself for a moment before jumping back up grabbing his greataxe and catching back up to the group "When he goes somewhere he always figures out the local shops and inns though! He may even be staying at one!"
*** I'm still trying to figure out how I want to play Fiznik guys! So how he talks and responds to questions may change as we continue on, I apologize!
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
**An echo of real life then, as we strive to figure out who we are :) **
Dag gives Grixx a nod of the head at his response.
"It seems as though perhaps fortune smiles on us." he says to Grixx, gesturing across the way to the human who introduced himself as Silk. "Perhaps we can use the talents of our new Investigator companion to help us track down your friend and lead us to some clues about these cultists. Is that something you'd be interested in Silk?" he asks of the rogue.
With a look down to the little gnome covered in strange markings, enthusiastically dragging an oversized greataxe he gives another smile.
"...and perhaps our other allies have contacts in town who can direct us to a place for an evenings rest, and some other shops for provisions. Would you mind if we accompanied you to meet your friend, Fiznik?"
In that moment Dag turns back to look at the Dragonborn entourage who are but a few steps behind. They appear to be keeping mainly to themselves, but their leaders words echoed in his mind, tugging at strands of curiosity.
"Zanrillakri, you said the Platinum Dragon has sent you this way. What awaits you in Greenrest? It maybe that we can all be of benefit to each other in some strange twist of fate." he offers with a genuine smile, though in the back of his mind he wrestles with the innate fear that springs to life in his gut at the sight of Dragonkin.
Dagella J'Stal - Level 1 Tiefling Cleric of Light - Tyranny Of Dragons
With a frown on his face, Silk replies, "If you had been alone and started talking of Dragon Cultists in Greenest, I'd have thought you a bit... umm... daft. But several of you seem to agree that there are cultists in Greenest? When did this happen? I spend quite a bit of time out in the wilds, tracking targets for my next hunts... but I'd be ashamed if something like cultists were in Greenest and I never even got wind of it."
Turning to Grixx, "I usually only do investigation work when I need coin and I have nothing else to fall back on. Normally I would only pursue this for pay, but if what you all say is true, then my home is being corrupted, and I'd die to save Greenest. I've lost one home already, and I won't lose another."
"You may call me Rilla, I'm afraid I've resorted to formallity after too long alone. Right now all that awaits me is a bed and some food. I'll know what I'm looking for when I see it. I am a little concerned about talk of dragon cults. Those amongst non-draconic folk tend to lean towards the darker side of dragonkind I'm afraid."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Dag looks to Silk, pupiless white eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He'd been travelling along this way for some time now and though he's heard only whispers and suggestions of Dragons, not to mention the direction provided by Kossuth on that fateful day, there's been nothing yet to suggest that he'd find what he was looking for in Greenrest. But it could not be co-incidence that he'd met another adventurer who sought out something to do with Dragons.
"For myself, I have no concrete evidence. But I know what it is to lose a home. My Temple, my family, they were annihilated by Dragons. They took away everything I hold dear, so now I seek them out, to burn them in the Firelord's righteous flame." he feels anger beginning to blossom in his chest but quashes it forcibly.
"Truly, I do not know what to expect from this place, Greenrest. Most things I have only read about from the Temple, so I am new to much of the world. But I do hope to find direction, and it strikes me as odd that we travellers should find each other on the road to this place, each with something to offer the other. Believers in fate and destiny may call it so. But for now I would settle for a place to lay my head, some hot food and what I've heard people call 'ale'. It sounds nice."
Dagella J'Stal - Level 1 Tiefling Cleric of Light - Tyranny Of Dragons
Dag looks back to Rilla. Her manner seems to have become more relaxed as time passes, and instantly Dag feels the knot of apprehension fading from his stomach.
"I must admit Rilla, I know little of Dragonborn, or of Dragonkin in general save what I have observed. When first I saw your group I thought that you might attack us, but your mention of the Platinum Dragon assuaged my fear somewhat. He is a force for good, is that right? He has sent you to Greenrest to look for signs of trouble?" Dag allows himself a smile and offers a silent prayer to Kossuth, thanking him for providing him with direction and purpose.
"How do people generally take to your kind? My master told me that the outside world often shuns my kind, for fear of our demonic heritage. Is it the same for you?"
Dagella J'Stal - Level 1 Tiefling Cleric of Light - Tyranny Of Dragons
Fiznik gets up next to you Dag knocking on your leg much like knocking on a door "I care not for what you look like red man nor you dragonlady!" Continuing to knock on your leg, not paying much attention to what he's actually doing "I care for how you hold up in battle!" He shouts with a bit of cheerful, but fierce tiny gnome, goliath?, rage.
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
"Yes, Bahamut is a force for good in the world, although his opposite number is a strong enemy. You'd find that dragonborn are as varied as humans in whether they have intentions for good or ill." She pauses then continues. "Sent is a strong word. Bahamut speaks in signs and symbols sometimes, and they pointed me in this direction. What my duty is remains for me to discover." "As far as our reception amonst other races it varies wildly, some fearing and hating us, some viewing us as portents of good luck. Each new town offers it's own experience."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Dag listens intently to Rilla as she informs him about Bahamut and Dragonborn, all the while feeling the gentle knocking of Fiznik against his leg. This was nothing like Jaalin said it would be if he ventured out into the wider world. The thought of his old mentor filled him with sadness but as he looked around at the amicable ragtag bunch of strangers who were talking to him so freely he couldn't help but feel a stab of anger at the man, whose words had kept him sheltered for so many years.
"Bahamut sounds like a venerable force indeed. If his followers are as stout as you, I'm sure his...opposite number... will not succeed in its' intent." he tris his best to find sage words, but is left wanting as he looks down at Fiznik with a grin.
"My prowess for martial combat leaves much to be desired little one, but I have the power to heal wounds and use power bestowed upon me by Kossuth to wield his magic on the material plane." he reflects in an apt summary of his ability. He carries a mace, shield and light crossbow but anyone looking could see that they have seen little use.
"It seems as though there is enough strength of arm here to more than make up for what I lack."
Dagella J'Stal - Level 1 Tiefling Cleric of Light - Tyranny Of Dragons
He drops his greataxe on the ground next to him "I can do that too!" He happily shouts as his dark green eyes pulsate as he casts Minor Illusion and creates a secondary identical greataxe on the ground next to his.
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