Navara With your knowledge of dragon turtles, since you knew them very well in the old world, you are easily able to figure out which end is which. Sending your owl down to land you step off onto the hard surface of the shell, which is covered with growths that make it look more like island than a living creature. The turtle does not respond as you step onto the shell, but you feel confident it can hear you if you speak now.
There is a pause, as the shell under you begins to shift a bit, then a head slips from the front of it, curling up to look at you with one large eye. "What would you have of me... Mistress?"
Those of you not down near the dragon turtle would see the figure you know as Caradran turn into a giant eagle and fly off, heading at a direct angle opposite of the way you are going. They leave without warning, without discussion of any sort, and, definitely, without any sort of problem leaving you to your own devices.
"We're currently trying to make it to a destination to acquire artifacts important to us," Naivara says, "and our current mode of transportation is proving to be slower than expected. Would you be able to assist us in arriving there in a swifter manner? I wont lie, there will probably be an increase of entities attempting to attack you, but we will assist in forcing them to retreat when that occasion occurs."
(As an FYI, a dragon turtle's speed is 40 feet. This means they swim at 4 miles per hour. In a normal 8-hour travel day, that is 32 miles per day, hwich is a bit further distance of travel as your castle does in a day. Granted the turtle can travel those miles in 8 hours, but then it needs 16 hours of rest before it can do so again. It is not going to speed things up a lot for you, unless you have a way to have it travel longer each day. Navara can order it to do so, and even force it to keep going, but I doubt she will do so... Still 32 miles in a day is further than 24, so it might be worth it.)
"If it is your wish, then it will be done." The dragon turtle replies. "I am not the fastest of swimmers, but I get where I am going, eventually." He does not seem concerned about any dangers that might come seeking you.
How the mighty have fallen... he thought, not for the first time. He used to be mighty. He could remember changing reality with a word and a gesture... his staff fairly crackling with enchantments, unlike the wooden walking stick he had now. He yearned for his splendid mage robes, the color of the void. And beside his personal power, the might of the organization he built painstakingly over centuries, which amplified that power manifold. To fall from such a height, all his efforts up until then nullified, and arrive in this new world without even clothes...Someone had done this to him, he was certain, it was not a freak accident or happenstance.
I do not want revenge. I want their submission.
A lesser creature would be overcome with rage, he guessed. He was filled with admiration, and desire - to dominate them, to wield their power toward his own ends. The greatest victory would be to find the one responsible and then make them bend the knee, incorporating them and their power - whatever it was - into his own rebuilt organization. It is fitting that only the finest be allowed to be part of the greatest hierarchy. He knew he would never have harmed another dragonlord in such a way, though some of the others surely would, unless they posed a credible threat to him personally. This attitude has served him well in the past, he was certain, and it would serve him well here and now as well.
Leareth focused on the dragon walking in front of him. He needed to rebuild his organization, and there was a worthy first addition. It amused him to know that the creature probably considered him an addition to its power base. He knew his power over it though, so he was content to let it have its delusions. It was in front of him because that way he could keep watch over it - they were too similar in mind for him to ever trust it. The dragon's senses, of course, being so much greater than his own, allowed it to also keep constant watch over him -and he knew it, and it knew he did. The circle of distrust thus being complete, he was not opposed to some conversation - to liven the travel time and also learn more about this strange world.
"...and so the humans are everywhere and the sun elves really just went away to some island?"
Tiondidirth glanced over her shoulder, the dragon in her human form as they walked down the road between Neverwinter and Waterdeep. She smiled at the one she now followed as she had led so many before. There was little sense to it, but that was neither here nor there she supposed, as this man was her master. She shrugged, supposing that was a question the man was asking. "Yes some of the elfs left the mainland for their island home." She replied. "Some elfs still live among the forests, the mountains, and in the ground beneath your feet, but, yes, some left for that place."
Perhaps I should have her take an elven shape... No. He could not afford distractions, not now, maybe not ever. He focused his mind on the subject at hand. "Then they relinquished the initiative. One who lives many years is prone to taking his time - if he's not careful. It's a matter of perspective... and focus." He shrugged. Those who cannot compete, for any reason, even a self-imposed one, do not deserve victory. Even were he not an alien on this world he would have despised them for giving up. Though, to be sure, he had been unusual even among the elves of his home world. He never could properly relate to them there, either. An alien among his own people. He intended to win in the end.
Then again, they were still Corellon's children. Their special relationship with magic surely made them powerful, though they waste that power. "Perhaps they lack proper leadership." The idea - that he could make proper use of their power, elevate them to their proper place over the humans even as they elevated him to his proper place even higher - did appeal to him. Many people, even elves, did not appreciate the power of focus. Without focus, power was wasted as each pursued different ends, some of which nullified each other. He'd stay on the lookout for capable elves to recruit into his organization.
"This place we're headed to... Waterdeep was it? Do you know it? Are there any sun elves there that you know of?"
Kierro hovers above the dragon turtle, sighing with relief as Naivara returns safely. He hears her out, closing his eyes to deliberate the option they were given. His concentration is unbroken by the pounding storm above him. “…if we all transfer to and travel via the dragon turtle, we would be subject to the constant stormy weather for as long as we travelled. Having to rest in place for sixteen hours a day would also allow more frequent attacks on our position, as well as warrant attacks from the sea. And yet, I imagine the extra assistance from your new companion would be welcome. Having a fallback method of transport would not hurt us.”
He floats closer to Naivara and her mount, speaking in a quieter voice so only she can hear. “Chysen has approached me privately, stating that being around some of the other dragons has been troubling him. I would be immensely grateful to you and your friend if he were allowed to venture down onto the dragon turtle - that would allow him to set his mind at ease a bit.”
Glancing down to the water, a soft smile crosses his face. “Of course, it would be rude to ask them for help without first asking their name, at least. May we have the honor of knowing who has joined us?”
Naivara opens her mouth to answer, before a look of horror crosses her face. She swoops back down to the Dragon Turtle. "Im sorry, I didnt ask you name."
Perhaps I should have her take an elven shape... No. He could not afford distractions, not now, maybe not ever. He focused his mind on the subject at hand. "Then they relinquished the initiative. One who lives many years is prone to taking his time - if he's not careful. It's a matter of perspective... and focus." He shrugged. Those who cannot compete, for any reason, even a self-imposed one, do not deserve victory. Even were he not an alien on this world he would have despised them for giving up. Though, to be sure, he had been unusual even among the elves of his home world. He never could properly relate to them there, either. An alien among his own people. He intended to win in the end.
Then again, they were still Corellon's children. Their special relationship with magic surely made them powerful, though they waste that power. "Perhaps they lack proper leadership." The idea - that he could make proper use of their power, elevate them to their proper place over the humans even as they elevated him to his proper place even higher - did appeal to him. Many people, even elves, did not appreciate the power of focus. Without focus, power was wasted as each pursued different ends, some of which nullified each other. He'd stay on the lookout for capable elves to recruit into his organization.
"This place we're headed to... Waterdeep was it? Do you know it? Are there any sun elves there that you know of?"
(When I said 'human form' I should have said 'humanoid form'. She is actually in the form of a sun elf herself.)
"I do not make to much of a study of human cities like Waterdeep." The dragon replies with a frown. "Humans are simply rats without tails, and their cities, even this place they named Waterdeep, little more than rat hovels." She is clearly scornful of the human raice as a whole. "Likely some sun elfs live there though, though I imagine sun elfs would likely be better suited in their island kingdom, where they can keep the tailless rats out of their lands."
Tiondidirth is in the shape of a sun elf currently. She has bronze skin, golden-blond hair,a nd silver-like eyes. She wears studded leather armor, with a longbow and quiver of arrows. She has on a belt with dagger designs, and bracers with archery ones. Her boots make little to no noise as she walks.
You would sense your pull is from much further south than Waterdeep though. Waterdeep is barely a step along this path, the pull so far South you realize it is somewhere down near the desert kingdom of Climpart. Walking is going to take you a massive number of days, so finding a different means of transportation will likely be your first area of concern.
Main group What is your plan at this point? Trade flying castle in for the back of the dragon turtle?
Navara would know that the dragon turtle, like all dragons, can shapeshift into a medium-sized humanoid form. Thus, if you wish to have a more at-your-ease conversation, she could have it join you up on the flying castle.
Leto leans back in his seat as the others discuss, sipping a glass of nice wine, and says to the others, "What's the rush? Sky or sea are likely equally dangerous, and here at least we have the comforts of home and can mount a proper defense."
Kierro lowers himself to be in view of the dragon turtle. He bows. "Grivryn. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He follows the group as everybody flies back up to the castle.
As he dries himself off from the storm, Kierro nods in agreement with Leto. "I would say that the sea is more dangerous, actually. But should something happen to the castle, or any of us need to be away from the castle for a bit..." his eyes briefly move to Chysen, exchanging a reassuring glance, then to Naivara."...we would be able to venture down to the sea and follow the castle. With Grivryn's permission, of course."
"Would it be useful for sending some parties to shore, for more supplies?" Honor asks. "Where did Caradran take off to?"
"Perhaps not." Kierro replies. "In the time it would take for Grivryn to get to shore, then head inland for supplies and return to the castle, the castle will probably be very close to land if it hasn't reached it already. No offense. He says with a nod to the dragon turtle. He then freezes and looks around. "Where... where is Caradran? Did they fly off? Oh dear... over these dangerous waters, too." Kierro looks worried.
It is clear, to those returning to the castle, that Caradran is no where in sight. Those who stayed on the castle, instead of flying down to the dragon turtle, would have seen them change into a giant bird and fly away.
Grivryn shrugs to Kierro. "I take no offense." He says in a deep voice. His humanoid form is that of a bulky tortel with a bald head and sea-blue eyes. He wears only a tunic and britches for clothing, though has a cloak of protection over those. A warhammer hangs at his side, and a shield is strapped over the large shell on his back. A mantel of spell resistance hangs from around his neck.
Most of the other dragons seem a bit bemused, or even condescending towards the dragon turtle. Palvin does not though, he gives Grivryn a harty slap on his back, the two clearly knowing each other, at least to some extent.
"Guess you see about everything with the likes of you folk." Morgan comments to Leto. He nods to Grivryn. "Now a turtle walks around pretending to be a man..." He eyes yrsaintinth out of the corner of his eye. "Suppose a turtle is still better than a dragon pretending to be a statue..."
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Navara
With your knowledge of dragon turtles, since you knew them very well in the old world, you are easily able to figure out which end is which. Sending your owl down to land you step off onto the hard surface of the shell, which is covered with growths that make it look more like island than a living creature. The turtle does not respond as you step onto the shell, but you feel confident it can hear you if you speak now.
"Pardon me," Naivara says outloud. "But I was wondering if you might be able to assist my allies and I with something."
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There is a pause, as the shell under you begins to shift a bit, then a head slips from the front of it, curling up to look at you with one large eye. "What would you have of me... Mistress?"
Those of you not down near the dragon turtle would see the figure you know as Caradran turn into a giant eagle and fly off, heading at a direct angle opposite of the way you are going. They leave without warning, without discussion of any sort, and, definitely, without any sort of problem leaving you to your own devices.
"We're currently trying to make it to a destination to acquire artifacts important to us," Naivara says, "and our current mode of transportation is proving to be slower than expected. Would you be able to assist us in arriving there in a swifter manner? I wont lie, there will probably be an increase of entities attempting to attack you, but we will assist in forcing them to retreat when that occasion occurs."
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
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Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
(As an FYI, a dragon turtle's speed is 40 feet. This means they swim at 4 miles per hour. In a normal 8-hour travel day, that is 32 miles per day, hwich is a bit further distance of travel as your castle does in a day. Granted the turtle can travel those miles in 8 hours, but then it needs 16 hours of rest before it can do so again. It is not going to speed things up a lot for you, unless you have a way to have it travel longer each day. Navara can order it to do so, and even force it to keep going, but I doubt she will do so... Still 32 miles in a day is further than 24, so it might be worth it.)
"If it is your wish, then it will be done." The dragon turtle replies. "I am not the fastest of swimmers, but I get where I am going, eventually." He does not seem concerned about any dangers that might come seeking you.
How the mighty have fallen... he thought, not for the first time. He used to be mighty. He could remember changing reality with a word and a gesture... his staff fairly crackling with enchantments, unlike the wooden walking stick he had now. He yearned for his splendid mage robes, the color of the void. And beside his personal power, the might of the organization he built painstakingly over centuries, which amplified that power manifold. To fall from such a height, all his efforts up until then nullified, and arrive in this new world without even clothes...Someone had done this to him, he was certain, it was not a freak accident or happenstance.
I do not want revenge. I want their submission.
A lesser creature would be overcome with rage, he guessed. He was filled with admiration, and desire - to dominate them, to wield their power toward his own ends. The greatest victory would be to find the one responsible and then make them bend the knee, incorporating them and their power - whatever it was - into his own rebuilt organization. It is fitting that only the finest be allowed to be part of the greatest hierarchy. He knew he would never have harmed another dragonlord in such a way, though some of the others surely would, unless they posed a credible threat to him personally. This attitude has served him well in the past, he was certain, and it would serve him well here and now as well.
Leareth focused on the dragon walking in front of him. He needed to rebuild his organization, and there was a worthy first addition. It amused him to know that the creature probably considered him an addition to its power base. He knew his power over it though, so he was content to let it have its delusions. It was in front of him because that way he could keep watch over it - they were too similar in mind for him to ever trust it. The dragon's senses, of course, being so much greater than his own, allowed it to also keep constant watch over him -and he knew it, and it knew he did. The circle of distrust thus being complete, he was not opposed to some conversation - to liven the travel time and also learn more about this strange world.
"...and so the humans are everywhere and the sun elves really just went away to some island?"
Tiondidirth glanced over her shoulder, the dragon in her human form as they walked down the road between Neverwinter and Waterdeep. She smiled at the one she now followed as she had led so many before. There was little sense to it, but that was neither here nor there she supposed, as this man was her master. She shrugged, supposing that was a question the man was asking. "Yes some of the elfs left the mainland for their island home." She replied. "Some elfs still live among the forests, the mountains, and in the ground beneath your feet, but, yes, some left for that place."
"Thank you," Naivara says, "Ill be back," she flies up to explain what she knows to the others and to get their opinion
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Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Perhaps I should have her take an elven shape... No. He could not afford distractions, not now, maybe not ever. He focused his mind on the subject at hand. "Then they relinquished the initiative. One who lives many years is prone to taking his time - if he's not careful. It's a matter of perspective... and focus." He shrugged. Those who cannot compete, for any reason, even a self-imposed one, do not deserve victory. Even were he not an alien on this world he would have despised them for giving up. Though, to be sure, he had been unusual even among the elves of his home world. He never could properly relate to them there, either. An alien among his own people. He intended to win in the end.
Then again, they were still Corellon's children. Their special relationship with magic surely made them powerful, though they waste that power. "Perhaps they lack proper leadership." The idea - that he could make proper use of their power, elevate them to their proper place over the humans even as they elevated him to his proper place even higher - did appeal to him. Many people, even elves, did not appreciate the power of focus. Without focus, power was wasted as each pursued different ends, some of which nullified each other. He'd stay on the lookout for capable elves to recruit into his organization.
"This place we're headed to... Waterdeep was it? Do you know it? Are there any sun elves there that you know of?"
Kierro hovers above the dragon turtle, sighing with relief as Naivara returns safely. He hears her out, closing his eyes to deliberate the option they were given. His concentration is unbroken by the pounding storm above him. “…if we all transfer to and travel via the dragon turtle, we would be subject to the constant stormy weather for as long as we travelled. Having to rest in place for sixteen hours a day would also allow more frequent attacks on our position, as well as warrant attacks from the sea. And yet, I imagine the extra assistance from your new companion would be welcome. Having a fallback method of transport would not hurt us.”
He floats closer to Naivara and her mount, speaking in a quieter voice so only she can hear. “Chysen has approached me privately, stating that being around some of the other dragons has been troubling him. I would be immensely grateful to you and your friend if he were allowed to venture down onto the dragon turtle - that would allow him to set his mind at ease a bit.”
Glancing down to the water, a soft smile crosses his face. “Of course, it would be rude to ask them for help without first asking their name, at least. May we have the honor of knowing who has joined us?”
Naivara opens her mouth to answer, before a look of horror crosses her face. She swoops back down to the Dragon Turtle. "Im sorry, I didnt ask you name."
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"I am Grivryn, though some call me The Hungry." The dragon turtle replies. It has an amused sound to his voice, though not upset.
"Thank you," Naivara flies back up. "Grivryn is his name."
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Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
(When I said 'human form' I should have said 'humanoid form'. She is actually in the form of a sun elf herself.)
"I do not make to much of a study of human cities like Waterdeep." The dragon replies with a frown. "Humans are simply rats without tails, and their cities, even this place they named Waterdeep, little more than rat hovels." She is clearly scornful of the human raice as a whole. "Likely some sun elfs live there though, though I imagine sun elfs would likely be better suited in their island kingdom, where they can keep the tailless rats out of their lands."
Tiondidirth is in the shape of a sun elf currently. She has bronze skin, golden-blond hair,a nd silver-like eyes. She wears studded leather armor, with a longbow and quiver of arrows. She has on a belt with dagger designs, and bracers with archery ones. Her boots make little to no noise as she walks.
You would sense your pull is from much further south than Waterdeep though. Waterdeep is barely a step along this path, the pull so far South you realize it is somewhere down near the desert kingdom of Climpart. Walking is going to take you a massive number of days, so finding a different means of transportation will likely be your first area of concern.
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What is your plan at this point? Trade flying castle in for the back of the dragon turtle?
Navara would know that the dragon turtle, like all dragons, can shapeshift into a medium-sized humanoid form. Thus, if you wish to have a more at-your-ease conversation, she could have it join you up on the flying castle.
Leto leans back in his seat as the others discuss, sipping a glass of nice wine, and says to the others, "What's the rush? Sky or sea are likely equally dangerous, and here at least we have the comforts of home and can mount a proper defense."
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"Would it be useful for sending some parties to shore, for more supplies?" Honor asks. "Where did Caradran take off to?"
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Kierro lowers himself to be in view of the dragon turtle. He bows. "Grivryn. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He follows the group as everybody flies back up to the castle.
As he dries himself off from the storm, Kierro nods in agreement with Leto. "I would say that the sea is more dangerous, actually. But should something happen to the castle, or any of us need to be away from the castle for a bit..." his eyes briefly move to Chysen, exchanging a reassuring glance, then to Naivara. "...we would be able to venture down to the sea and follow the castle. With Grivryn's permission, of course."
"Perhaps not." Kierro replies. "In the time it would take for Grivryn to get to shore, then head inland for supplies and return to the castle, the castle will probably be very close to land if it hasn't reached it already. No offense. He says with a nod to the dragon turtle. He then freezes and looks around. "Where... where is Caradran? Did they fly off? Oh dear... over these dangerous waters, too." Kierro looks worried.
It is clear, to those returning to the castle, that Caradran is no where in sight. Those who stayed on the castle, instead of flying down to the dragon turtle, would have seen them change into a giant bird and fly away.
Grivryn shrugs to Kierro. "I take no offense." He says in a deep voice. His humanoid form is that of a bulky tortel with a bald head and sea-blue eyes. He wears only a tunic and britches for clothing, though has a cloak of protection over those. A warhammer hangs at his side, and a shield is strapped over the large shell on his back. A mantel of spell resistance hangs from around his neck.
Most of the other dragons seem a bit bemused, or even condescending towards the dragon turtle. Palvin does not though, he gives Grivryn a harty slap on his back, the two clearly knowing each other, at least to some extent.
"Guess you see about everything with the likes of you folk." Morgan comments to Leto. He nods to Grivryn. "Now a turtle walks around pretending to be a man..." He eyes yrsaintinth out of the corner of his eye. "Suppose a turtle is still better than a dragon pretending to be a statue..."
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