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Post by Daos on Jan 22, 2021 17:19:45 GMT -8
Iroas wasn't sure he saw any particular reason not to trust the knights so far. They appear to have treated Lady Belebranta well, and don't seem to be holding her against her will. As such, he takes no special precautions before bed.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 24, 2021 8:16:07 GMT -8
The next morning, the three are led to the Great Hall, where servants and knights alike scurry to set a long, curved table for a feast. Between the room's huge windows, tapestries depict scenes of gallant knights on flying hippogriffs, fighting dragons and jousting with one another among the clouds. High on the walls are the mounted heads of griffons, wyverns, owlbears, and manticores. In the center of the room, Savra stands talking to a well-built male human in his early fifties.
"Ah! You must be the travelers Savra told me of!" he says as Iroas, Migor, and Braedon approach him. "Welcome to Feathergale Spire, retreat of the Feathergale Society. I am Thurl Merosska, the lord commander. From what I understand, Savra rather rashly promised to go with you first thing in the morning!" he laughs. Savra blushed a deep red.
"I'm really sorry, commander, I was so angry I, the anniversary feast--"
"Worry not, my friend. You will be free to go once the feast is completed. Your friends here are welcome to dine with us, as well!"
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Post by Daos on Jan 24, 2021 12:25:28 GMT -8
"Anniversary feast?" Iroas prompts.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 24, 2021 12:34:54 GMT -8
"Anniversary feast?" Iroas prompts. "Indeed. The Feathergale Society was founded--by me, of course--exactly 10 years ago," Thurl explains. "We have been planning this commemorative feast for a week. Sadly, it's likely to get interrupted," he says, shaking his head and smiling. "A manticore has been terrorizing the surrounding lands, recently, and we have guards on watch for it. There's a strong chance some of us will have to get up from our meal and galivant off hunting!' He laughs. "Thankfully, Savra, here, has volunteered herself and a few friends to take that chance, should it arrive." "I was honored to volunteer," she says, bowing before the commander. "My friends...not so much. But hopefully, nothing will happen, the feast will go off without a hitch, and I can go home and tell my parents to stop interfering in my life, like they actually care." |
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Post by Zero Prime on Jan 24, 2021 12:57:13 GMT -8
Braedon, Wolf Touched WarriorARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 31 | CURRENT: 31 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | CURRENT: 3d10 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 13 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 11 | INSPIRATION: 0 ACTIVE EFFECTS: None. CONDITIONS: None. Brandon listened carefully as his hosts spoke, not at all surprised by the change in plans. The Order, and particularly it's founder, struck him as someone who didn't like to relinquish control. "We, of course, are not bound by loyalty to attend such a feast for an Order to which we do not belong." He looked to his companions, shrugging, "To prevent a disruption to this, well deserved banquet, my companions and I could harry this beast." A pause as he looked to Iroas. "After all my companion spoke with Savra's parents and promised she'd return, unharmed. It would do that oath no favor if she was missing an arm due to a manticore'sattack."
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Post by Daos on Jan 24, 2021 17:09:09 GMT -8
"Congratulations then, on your tenth year anniversary," Iroas says to Thurl. "But...a manticore?" He looks to Savra. "My lady, isn't that...well, incredibly dangerous?"
Iroas isn't wild about the idea of Braedon volunteering the party to go fight it, either. He had never seen his two new companions in a battle before, and had no idea what they were capable of; was Braedon speaking from experience--were he and Migor far more powerful than he had initially suspected? Or was this just foolhardy bravado? Having only met them a day ago, he couldn't be sure. "Do you have experience in fighting such a creature?" he asks the man.
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Post by Zero Prime on Jan 24, 2021 18:28:26 GMT -8
Braedon, Wolf Touched WarriorARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 31 | CURRENT: 31 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | CURRENT: 3d10 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 13 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 11 | INSPIRATION: 0 ACTIVE EFFECTS: None. Braedon flashed Iroas a questioning eye, "Specifically? No, but I've had to deal with fire mages, protected by goblins and orcs. Cut down more than a few ogres, big bastards those. Wargs, big as a horse, and once a bear the size of an ogre. Damn shame, that last one."He shook his head, "So no, never fought a manticore," with a nod of his head, "some of these knights look as green as summer grass, so I figure my odds are better than most, 'specially if you and Migor are by my side."
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Post by Daos on Jan 25, 2021 14:15:00 GMT -8
"That's fairly impressive," Iroas admits. "I've never faced anything larger than a bugbear before." And that didn't go too well, he thinks.
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Post by Igordragonian on Jan 25, 2021 23:46:35 GMT -8
Migor's eyes shine at the mention of a feast-but lower his tail when he understand they need to fight a manticore.
"Well. The manticore isn't elemental... so he can't be THAT scary.' Migor agree.
"Just a bug-kitty monster. Right?"
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 26, 2021 6:03:32 GMT -8
Thurl laughs. "It's a horrific monstrosity with the head of a lion, the tail of a scorpion, and the wings of a dragon. But come!" he says, gesturing to the set table. "Let us feast, and you may ask whatever you wish of me as we eat."
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Post by Daos on Jan 26, 2021 14:25:43 GMT -8
"If Lady Belebranta is attending this feast, then so shall I," Iroas agrees, and he walks with them to the table.
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Post by Zero Prime on Jan 28, 2021 0:34:47 GMT -8
Braedon, Wolf Touched WarriorARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 31 | CURRENT: 31 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | CURRENT: 3d10 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 13 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 11 | INSPIRATION: 0 ACTIVE EFFECTS: None. Leaning against the table, the broad shouldered warrior reach across and grabbed a rasher of bacon, chewing it steadily as he talked. "How about we make breakfast quick, grab Savra talk to your guards, find where this beast is roosting and take it down from there. My companion," he looked at Iroas between mouthful's of bacon, "will want to make sure she doesn't get eaten before her parents get a chance to speak with her, and then we can return for your feast." He shrugged, "Assuming your guards know where it's making it's nest."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 28, 2021 6:31:08 GMT -8
Thurl shakes his head. "Unfortunately, no. Every time we have tracked it down, it has driven us back and escaped into the fog. In fact, it's a rather foggy day, now, isn't it?" he notes, looking out the window. "We believe the Manticore prefers to hunt in the fog, so it can--well, do what it's been doing."
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Post by Igordragonian on Jan 28, 2021 14:55:18 GMT -8
Migor charge the table, already used to such size issues, put his bakbag first, and sit on tbe bqckbag.
He devour with draconic vigor the food,as if to eat as much as possible, before somethi g happens.
Maybe my magic could help.. we can come up with a plan.. yesss...
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Post by Daos on Jan 28, 2021 15:40:07 GMT -8
"Fog aside, the real difficulty, I imagine, is range. Manticores are flight capable, are they not? I have a crossbow, but even its range is not unlimited." Iroas will sit next to, or at least as close as he can, to Lady Belebranta.
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