"And so it begins." Nadaar muttered nervously upon hearing the clattering and feeling of bones and armor. Steeling himself with a deep breathe, he turns on the dragon with a smile. One that grew only more wider and forced to keep fear from the dragonborn's expression as the creature rose to its full height. With a flourish of his cloak, he falls to a knee off to the side of Ogged, head lowering in difference. But not so much so, that he lost sight of the creature.
"Indeed, milord Thagros. We would not dare otherwise to trek over your domain -- save to pay homage, as is your due -- if not for the most foul sort above and beyond." He pauses for dramatic effect. "Giants. An army of them." He wipes a fake tear from his cheek.
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Garrus tsks at his party's clumsiness, but a part of him thanks them for increasing the chance at possibly fighting a dragon. He stays quiet, allowing the other members of his party to speak to the large reptile. As they did so, Garrus prepared to attack, though, now that the dragon was awake, its power radiated like a small star in front of Garrus, and it took a lot of his own self control to keep himself from attacking there and then.
The dragons begins to eye you with interest and mutter to himself.
"Dragonborn... Tiamat knows I have enough of those in my collection... an elf-blood... hardly worthy of my time. A dwarf and an orc-blood... common enough. "
Thagros' eyes light up when he notices Cleft. "I do not believe I have any centaur specimens in my collection... Yes, it would make a fine addition."
Nadaar frowns ever so slightly, and glances between Cleft and the dragon. "Forgive me, milord. I do not mean to question your intentions, but... might we ask what you mean by collection?" He requests while pointedly avoiding glancing down at the bits of bone and armor laid scattered about the cavern offshoot. "And if I might be so bold to ask further.. what of the rest of us?"
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(not if I can say anything about it XD(apologies ahead of time for any ensuing carnage if this goes wrong))
Garrus, after being sized up and appraised, feels something in him and his connection with his patron shudder with rage. 'Yet another sheep who wishes to tame wolves' Stepping forward and raising his bow, now squirming as if alive, he glares down at Thagros.
"What right have you, lizard, hiding away in the dark, to collect us. Your pathetic hide cowers beneath this mountain while its very surface is trampled by pathetic undead and would be conquerors." Garrus's voice is cold but controlled, however his body remains tense as it prepares to fire at any moment, "You call yourself a dragon? You insult that title, lizard."
(not if I can say anything about it XD(apologies ahead of time for any ensuing carnage if this goes wrong))
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"You call yourself a dragon? You insult that title, lizard."
Intimidation (if DM allows it, if not XP): 9
(Uh.... Welp. *long inhale* I think you just did the thing. The TPK thing. Sooo.)
Oggéd will stand but stay bowed and reverse Naruto run but as a walk backwards to a decent sized stone (to take at least a bit of cover) after hearing the blood boil within Garrus.
Nadaar just squints at the ground, biting back a cursed words. Otherwise, he stands his ground knowing movement could at this point could just as well draw the dragon's ire as another word at this point. A familiar voice heard only by the dragonborn prompts him to look off to the side in confusion, and then up to the dragon.
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"Fool of a man! So eager to throw yourself into the Death's waiting maw, you threaten that which need not be! Shirk an opportunity granted to us! Think before speaking!"Volgiah calls out to Garrus.
"I would speak Lord of Bones, if you would allow me after my companion's folly."
The dragon opens his maw to reply to Nadaar when he is interrupted by Garrus. It stares at the half-elf incredulously, towering above the assembled party.
"I am Thagros, Lord of Bones, Devourer of Heroes, Slayer of Mortals, Father of the Grave, Death Incarnate, Condemner of-"
He pauses for breath, allowing Volgiah to step in. He considers her proposition. "Thagros will have words with the dwarf." He decides.
Nadaar shoots Volgiah a worried look, then a small and pained grin. "Good luck, ma cheri." He offers her as one last bit of encouragement along side a pat on the shoulder. Afterwards, the black scaled dragonborn steps away from volgiah to stand beside Garrus; waiting and ready to at least try restraining the elf blooded man should another outburst seemed eminent.
(For the next 10 minutes, Volgiah has a bardic inspiration (d8) then she can spend on a single ability check, attack roll, or saving throw within that time frame)
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"Lord Thagros, we are a party of makeshift stragglers, a group that by rights should not have come together but have due too an problem growing too large to contain. We are guests in your domain so I will speak plainly and truthfully to you in return for your hospitality. An army of undead giants is tearing its way across the country side at this moment with their current target is the home of the patron that brought us together to fight back the fiends. To do so our group must pass through your domain. We did not know you called this place yours when we came, and for our intrusion I do apologize." Volgiah bows her head to the large dragon.
"It is also why I seek to bargin with you. You see, we have no quarrel with you. We simply seek to pass by to continue our quest of destroying this necromantic threat to the world. And know that since we are here this is a threat that will undoubtedly soon find its way upon your doorstep. We seek a way to end them, and once they learn that such a thing exists they will come looking for it as well. And once they are here they will find you. You, who's hoard is vast amount of the dead, mountains of bones within your lair. An unknowing supplier of an army for the arcane forces that brought the dead to life before. It'd be the perfect tool to use against one such as yourself. What would you do, Lord, if you hoard came back to life? How long could you last against an endless army, one that does not sleep, eat, or drink. The dead do not fear death. I can see it now. Smash some there more pop up to take their place, crush some there; they would not stop. Not until you fall."
"That is why I ask for us to be allowed to pass, why I ask for you to allow us do you this service. We destroy this threat, helping to keep you and your hoard safe from their clutches. You can kill us that is true, but if you do such event will certainly come to pass, but if you allow us to leave we may have a chance to stop it. I am also willing to keep your existence here a secret should you allow us to pass. I ask you Lord, what risk would you take?"
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"And so it begins." Nadaar muttered nervously upon hearing the clattering and feeling of bones and armor. Steeling himself with a deep breathe, he turns on the dragon with a smile. One that grew only more wider and forced to keep fear from the dragonborn's expression as the creature rose to its full height. With a flourish of his cloak, he falls to a knee off to the side of Ogged, head lowering in difference. But not so much so, that he lost sight of the creature.
"Indeed, milord Thagros. We would not dare otherwise to trek over your domain -- save to pay homage, as is your due -- if not for the most foul sort above and beyond." He pauses for dramatic effect. "Giants. An army of them." He wipes a fake tear from his cheek.
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Garrus tsks at his party's clumsiness, but a part of him thanks them for increasing the chance at possibly fighting a dragon. He stays quiet, allowing the other members of his party to speak to the large reptile. As they did so, Garrus prepared to attack, though, now that the dragon was awake, its power radiated like a small star in front of Garrus, and it took a lot of his own self control to keep himself from attacking there and then.
The dragons begins to eye you with interest and mutter to himself.
"Dragonborn... Tiamat knows I have enough of those in my collection... an elf-blood... hardly worthy of my time. A dwarf and an orc-blood... common enough. "
Thagros' eyes light up when he notices Cleft. "I do not believe I have any centaur specimens in my collection... Yes, it would make a fine addition."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(Ah. I see. This is the end of cleft isn't it?)
Nadaar frowns ever so slightly, and glances between Cleft and the dragon. "Forgive me, milord. I do not mean to question your intentions, but... might we ask what you mean by collection?" He requests while pointedly avoiding glancing down at the bits of bone and armor laid scattered about the cavern offshoot. "And if I might be so bold to ask further.. what of the rest of us?"
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(not if I can say anything about it XD(apologies ahead of time for any ensuing carnage if this goes wrong))
Garrus, after being sized up and appraised, feels something in him and his connection with his patron shudder with rage. 'Yet another sheep who wishes to tame wolves' Stepping forward and raising his bow, now squirming as if alive, he glares down at Thagros.
"What right have you, lizard, hiding away in the dark, to collect us. Your pathetic hide cowers beneath this mountain while its very surface is trampled by pathetic undead and would be conquerors." Garrus's voice is cold but controlled, however his body remains tense as it prepares to fire at any moment, "You call yourself a dragon? You insult that title, lizard."
Intimidation (if DM allows it, if not XP): 13
(Uh.... Welp. *long inhale* I think you just did the thing. The TPK thing. Sooo.)
Oggéd will stand but stay bowed and reverse Naruto run but as a walk backwards to a decent sized stone (to take at least a bit of cover) after hearing the blood boil within Garrus.
Nadaar just squints at the ground, biting back a cursed words. Otherwise, he stands his ground knowing movement could at this point could just as well draw the dragon's ire as another word at this point. A familiar voice heard only by the dragonborn prompts him to look off to the side in confusion, and then up to the dragon.
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"Daft fool." Volgiah hisses under her breath.
"Fool of a man! So eager to throw yourself into the Death's waiting maw, you threaten that which need not be! Shirk an opportunity granted to us! Think before speaking!" Volgiah calls out to Garrus.
"I would speak Lord of Bones, if you would allow me after my companion's folly."
(Lol it may be too late)
(Maybe but you never know. *shrug*)
The dragon opens his maw to reply to Nadaar when he is interrupted by Garrus. It stares at the half-elf incredulously, towering above the assembled party.
"I am Thagros, Lord of Bones, Devourer of Heroes, Slayer of Mortals, Father of the Grave, Death Incarnate, Condemner of-"
He pauses for breath, allowing Volgiah to step in. He considers her proposition. "Thagros will have words with the dwarf." He decides.
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Oggéd will slip back to the middle of the party with something in his hand behind his back not ready to show it, or speak out of turn.
(I may trade my bead of force if that's what it takes for us to live..)
Nadaar shoots Volgiah a worried look, then a small and pained grin. "Good luck, ma cheri." He offers her as one last bit of encouragement along side a pat on the shoulder. Afterwards, the black scaled dragonborn steps away from volgiah to stand beside Garrus; waiting and ready to at least try restraining the elf blooded man should another outburst seemed eminent.
(For the next 10 minutes, Volgiah has a bardic inspiration (d8) then she can spend on a single ability check, attack roll, or saving throw within that time frame)
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(Beautiful. Good play.)
Garrus glares at Thagros, but having taken a second to cool down, backs off to the back of the group but keeps his bow out.
(Yah, sorry about that, was kinda hoping to either get him to direct his rage towards the giants, while still staying true to my character, but XP)
(@Rasc: I got where you were going with that, but calling a dragon a Lizard is a might harder to ignore. XD)
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(…….touche XD)
(No no you do your thing. That's what rp is all about.)
"Lord Thagros, we are a party of makeshift stragglers, a group that by rights should not have come together but have due too an problem growing too large to contain. We are guests in your domain so I will speak plainly and truthfully to you in return for your hospitality. An army of undead giants is tearing its way across the country side at this moment with their current target is the home of the patron that brought us together to fight back the fiends. To do so our group must pass through your domain. We did not know you called this place yours when we came, and for our intrusion I do apologize." Volgiah bows her head to the large dragon.
"It is also why I seek to bargin with you. You see, we have no quarrel with you. We simply seek to pass by to continue our quest of destroying this necromantic threat to the world. And know that since we are here this is a threat that will undoubtedly soon find its way upon your doorstep. We seek a way to end them, and once they learn that such a thing exists they will come looking for it as well. And once they are here they will find you. You, who's hoard is vast amount of the dead, mountains of bones within your lair. An unknowing supplier of an army for the arcane forces that brought the dead to life before. It'd be the perfect tool to use against one such as yourself. What would you do, Lord, if you hoard came back to life? How long could you last against an endless army, one that does not sleep, eat, or drink. The dead do not fear death. I can see it now. Smash some there more pop up to take their place, crush some there; they would not stop. Not until you fall."
"That is why I ask for us to be allowed to pass, why I ask for you to allow us do you this service. We destroy this threat, helping to keep you and your hoard safe from their clutches. You can kill us that is true, but if you do such event will certainly come to pass, but if you allow us to leave we may have a chance to stop it. I am also willing to keep your existence here a secret should you allow us to pass. I ask you Lord, what risk would you take?"