Grinning Griffin Inn (Fantasy SRPF)

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

As Constantius knocked at the door, he could hear noises of frantic activity inside. After a while, there came the sound of the key being turned in the lock. Gwidion looked out, his sharp blue eyes gazing into the darkness. He was frowning suspiciously, but his fce lit up as he saw his visitor's face.
'Ah, Constantius! Come in, come in.'
As the Paladin entered the room, he felt a chill for a brief moment. It was not unpleasant, and was gone so fast that he was not sure wether it had really been there, but nevertheless a frown came over Constantius' features. This frown deepened as he saw Gwidion lock the door behind him, but the young man did not seem particularly malevolant, and apart from the unsheathed sword lying beside the bed, there seemed to be nothing dangerous in the room. There were however a large number of unexpected, if not to say odd, objects.
On a table lay some books and several sheets of parchment on which something had hastily been scribbled in a strange but beautiful script. On another table lay opened leather pouches, conataining various herbs and powders, and beside them were five phials filled with some violet potion.
'Will you explain all this to me, Gwidion?'
'But certainly I will, Lord Paladin.'
Constantius scowled. 'How do you know...'
'I know many things,' said Gwidion with a mysterious and slightly sad smile. 'But please let me first ask you wether you know anything about a being named Mordal?'

 

[OnyxDragon]

IC Sun Silvertree

As I walk into the inn feeling my way with my staff made of the Rowan tree. I swing the staff around using it to find any obsticales in my path. I miss a table leg and run into the table and I let out a HMMPP. I brush my self off and continue on my way into the the inn. As I reach the bar I ask the bar keep if he would be so kind as to a show a blind man to a table to sit and have a glass of mead. After he has fetched a barmaid to take me to a table and she has brought me my mead I pull out a leather bound book and begin to flip through the pages. I feel down my side to make sure all of the long rods and such that I wear strapped to my belt are still there. Some of which have runes and other things craved into them. I sit and flip though the book for a while than I lean back in my chair and appear to fall asleep.

[Edited by OnyxDragon on 08-20-2000 at 07:25 PM]

 

[Always]

I look over at the sleping old blind man, then shake my head and sigh. "Kinda like killin Tadeus. Couldn't do it."

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin:

My frown remained frozen in place as Gwidion repeats his question.
"No," I answered at length. "I have never encountered such a creature on my travels."
I forced my mind to move, shaken as I was by Gwidion's reference to me as "Lord Paladin". How he had any inkling of who or what I am, I had no idea. He himself was certainly no Paladin, and, I could see then, no Elf either. Then what was he?

The chill I experienced upon entering the room was strange, but not unpleasant. Perhaps it was some protective or warding spell that I had successfully passed through. In either instance, I was about to find out.

I got no sense of darkness from Gwidion, but I had long ago learned to always be careful. My left hand stayed on the pommel of my sword, far more accessible than Gwidion's naked blade was.

I looked at him expectantly and waited.

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken walked up to the bartender. "A room please", he said, throwing a bag of silvers across the table. When he got to his room, he sat in his chair. There was a paladin near. He may hate goblins and orcs, but he hates paladins even more. He was among the world's greatest necromancers. Also he was among the world's greatest warriors. "Thrinta, my demon, come to me", he boomed. Thrinta was his lead general and also leader of his personal gaurd. An hour later, the boom of a dragon's wings announced his arrival. Lokken magically opened the door as the demon stepped in.

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the stranger

'No, I thought so. Few people know, even among the Paladins, though most of them battle his minions almost every day. Mordal is a powerful Dark Lord. Exactly what he is I do not know, though rumors say he is a human who gained immortality by some hellish sorcery. No matter. As you certainly already know, Daemons are gathering outside. They are Mordal's creatures. They search for something which lies inside this inn, though I do not have the slightest idea what it is. And there is evil coming from other sides as well, although I am not certain of their nature. Butr whatever evil enters this in, we must be ready to drive it forth. Here," says Gwidion as he hands Constantius one of the phials, "There are one or two Hellwraiths outside. I do not know how we should vanquish these powerful fiends, but at least take this potion, its content will protect you from the Hellwraiths' soul-darts for an hour. After that hour, you should be back in a safe place. I take it that your chamber is warded in some way? If not, maybe you should ask that...magic lady who has the room next to yours, since my own defenses are already used up. On second thought, take a potion for her, too. The evil may wait before striking, wait for days maybe, but when it strikes, we must be prepared. The Light shine on you, Constantius."

With that, Gwidion unlocks the door and gives Constantius another smile, acconpanied by a small bow.

[Edited by Lightman on 08-21-2000 at 10:11 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Events unfold...

Harl, the barkeep:
With night drawing in around the Grinning Griffin, Harl tapped a glass.
"Please, good sirs and ladies, finish your drinks, and retire for the night" he spoke aloud.
The inn bustled with some activity as the patrons did as asked. The presence of the mercenary Raven's added weight to Harl's words.
As those mercenaries who had not paid for a more comfortable bed left and took their steeds from the stables to return to their camp some five miles away, the serving girls began the task of clearing the tables.
A little while later, everyone but he left the inn or retired to their rooms at last, Harl blew out the last but one lantern in the common room, and, taking the final lit lantern, retired to his own room.

Chala, the enchantress:
As she mounted the stairs to her room, following the maid who led the way, Chala glanced back at the warrior who had spoken to her. No, no simple warrior was he, she thought. A paladin, by his words, if he truly did sense some evil nearby.
After bidding goodnight to the man, whom she had still yet to introduce herself to and be given intoductions in return - it was obvious that both his mind and hers were somewhat distracted at the present - she entered her room, locking the door behind her.
After checking the window was secure, and casting a minor magic to ensure the door and shutters would be free from any petty physical tampering, Chala started preparing the wardings she felt would be necessary for the night.

The Raven's Camp - roughly five miles west of the inn:
Jadar was retiring himself to his tent when a cry of alarm went up from a sentry on the northern perimeter. This was soon followed by the clammering calls and jeers of goblin voices...
"To arms!" Jadar bellowed, his voice carrying across the camp. All about, the stockade was suddenly abustle with activity, men sloshing about in the rain, gathering their weapons and armour.
A glowing red light stabbed upwards into the night sky just beyond the northern stockade...

Just outside the inn:
Borgit noted the last lantern finally dimming, and grinned once more.
"Get da lads ready, we be gettin' some action any moment now".
Just as he finished murmuring those words down to the goblin below, a glowing red light flew up from the forest canopy to the west... the signal!
"It'sa time" he said, half aloud with excitement, and quickly climbed down the tree to join his fellow goblins, gathering around the inn, ready for the raid.
"Remember what we came for!" he hissed to his nearby comrades, "we don't want to upset da boss now!"
The stablehand was the first to meet his death... a serated, filth and blood stained goblin knife across the throat.
As the horses were scared off with fire and the clattering of goblin weapons on shields, the main door to the inn was shattered asunder...

Back at the Raven's Camp:
Jadar's Ravens fought with intense fury, and though the goblins seemed at first to have the advantage of numbers, they were being quickly dispatched by the mercenaries.
"Sir!" cried Galos, one of the more veteran warriors in the company, rushing up to Jadar, who was knee deep in the corpses of those goblins foolish enough to come within reach of his two whirling hand axes.
"What is it, Galos?" replied Jadar, wiping the green goblin blood from his brow.
"These goblins, sir... they're all whelp warriors, I haven't seen one wearing more than a single tooth about their scrawny necks".
Jadar stared at him briefly, then nodded. "Well spotted, Galos! Come to think of it, neither have I... but, why send their worst against us?... unless... that red light! it must have been some kind of signal! Gather up a band of our best, man! We ride for the Griffin! That must be their real target! Damn, if Jeni's be harmed..."

OOC: The goblins downstairs many of you are about to fight will put up more than you expect - their strengths have been magically greatly enhanced by their new leader (almost to 'ogre' standard - about twice/thrice as strong as a typical human warrior)... of whom, on questioning, none will give any details - they are very, very afraid of this new 'boss' of theirs. 'Borgit' will not be involved in the ensuing struggle...
I know I said this was going to be a sexually-orientated role playing forum, and yes, I know there's no 'sex' in here yet at the moment... but there will be. The plot will thicken, don't worry!

[Edited by Kepic on 08-21-2000 at 02:04 PM]

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin:

Once again I was keenly aware of my attraction to the sorceress as I stepped up to her door and raised my hand to knock. Before I could touch the smooth wood, however, the door flew open, and the beautiful enchantress stood there, breathing heavily.
"I am Chala, Paladin," she said hurriedly, taking my free hand in greeting.
"Constantius, at your service," I replied, recovering my manners and kissing her hand. I handed her the phial and was halfway through an explanation of its use when there was a tremendous crash from downstairs.
"To arms!" I roared. "The enemy is upon us! To arms!" Doors opened along the hall. Many of the inn's inhabitants were nothing but merchants and travellers, but those of us with arms were hurriedly preparing ourselves. Chala held my eyes with her gaze for a moment, then ducked back into her room. I quickly unlocked my door, crossed into my darkened room, and took my shield from where it lay on the bed. When travelling I often strapped it to my back, underneath my cloak, but this night it would not leave my arm except upon my death.

The alarm had truly been raised, now, and the Inn was in uproar. The unarmed and helpless were trying to escape. I, however, was eager for battle. I entered the corridor, now ready for battle, and locked my door, just as Chala emerged from her room.
Then I felt it.
A chill that was unmistakable - the touch of the dead that continue to live, the undead.
A necromancer. I narrowed the sensation down, and saw a man emerge from his room further down the hall. Evidently he felt my presence, too, because he stared straight back at me, his eyes rapidly narrowing with malevolence. I shook my head, and spoke to him directly above the din.
"We may make our peace today," I said, "and join together to fight the evil that threatens us all."
This seemed to satisfy him, and he nodded.
I turned to Chala.
"May the Light overcome," I murmured, and she nodded gravely. Gwidion appeared at my side then, and smiled grimly.
"The Light overcome," he echoed softly.

We set off down the stairs, and Hellsbane rang as I drew it from its scabbard. Too long my sword had remained sheathed, and now it would cleanse for the Light again.

As a good half dozen or so of us charged into the main dining room of the Inn, we saw Harl already there, trying to defend his Inn with a small axe. The room was full of goblins, although they were the largest of their kind that I had ever seen. Their green, blotched skin looked harder than usual, and they stood a head taller than most greenskins that I had seen. Still, I was hardly inclined to complain at the chance to cleanse the world of these foul abominations. I lifted my sword in the air, and channeled my will into it.
The sword burst into bright blue flame.
"For the Light!" I roared, and charged into the fray.

The first goblin swung a huge axe at me with a force that I would not have reckoned possible for such a creature. I caught the blow on my magic shield, which was also glowing faintly with a light of its own. At the same time, Hellsbane described a shimmering arc in the air and the flaming blue blade sliced the foul goblin open at his midsection. Green blood sprayed out from the open wound, defiling the Inn floor, even as the goblin roared, but rather than falling, his axe again swung to the attack, this time in a mighty overhead blow. I dropped to one knee, catching the weapon's swing on my shield above my head, and sent Hellsbane forward and upward to plunge into the goblin's guts. The creature toppled forward, and I swept it aside with my shield as I picked another.

Meanwhile, the magic users staying at the Inn had prepared attacks of their own, as I was soon to discover...

OOC: Great, I was wondering about the sex thing too, although I must admit that killing goblins is pretty damned fun. So long as we have a great, erotic victory celebration afterwards. ;-)

[Edited by Drake on 08-21-2000 at 03:26 PM]

 

[scylis]

Zakinveras Thoral

he hated goblins. in fact, he hated them and all their kin: ogres, hobgoblins, orcs, ogrillons, and the rest. he hated them even more than his companion, Garek, and Garek's family had been murdered by a troop of the things. after seeing a group of goblins yesterday, the pair tracked them to the Inn. when the signal "flare" went up, they knew that they had better move fast, and they ran towards the Inn as fast as they could move.

ooc: Zakinveras is an Elven Ranger, 5'6", brownish-red hair, green eyes, and wields a slightly smaller than normal broadsword. Garek is a human theif, 5'8", black hair, palish skin, brown eyes, and uses a short bow, a short sword, and a jewled dagger.

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

For a while the fight went on, swords slashing and blood flowing on both sides. It quickly became clear that these goblins were strengthened in some arcane way, they fought like devils. Mordal's work? Or that of another evil wizard?

Gwidion pushed the thought from his head and concentrated. He grasped his sword into both hands and began to move...a noiseless, lethal dance. He went through the fencing forms that were by now so integrated in his head. Fury's Scythe. Heaven's Touch. Falling Star. Balgaladh's Leaf.
Slash after parry after step, moving with an almost elf-like grace, his blade singing. And yet, engrossed as he was in his dance of steel, he heard the cries of death around him...and those on the goblins' side were fewer than those on the other.
'No choice. I wanted to keep it secret, but no choice now.'

Severing the heads of the goblins that were near him, Gwidion jumped backwards, holding his sword high, his left hand resting upon his amulet.
"Lasse Aldo Valwa, telconta Menel, hiruva Cale, tinta nare macilnya!"
Leaf of the Tree of Power, travel to Heaven, find the Light, kindle the fire of my sword!

Yelling, Gwidion leapt into the fray, and brought the sword around him in a wide circle, slaying several goblins...and suddenly he was surrounded by fire!
"ELENDOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!"
With this mighty cry, he thrust his blade towards the end of the room...and suddenly the flames rushed forwards, exploding in a fiery cloud. Yet no one felt more than a momentary heat...except the goblins. Screaming with horror and pain, half of the wild creatures fell down burning to ashes.
But the flames did not touch the wooden walls of the inn...

 

[scylis]

Zak burst in through a window, rolling as he hit the ground. on his feet, he hacked off an arm, and then the head, of the hapless goblin that was nearest to him. there was a large concentration of goblins in the middle of the large room, perfect for what Garek had in mind. he sent an arrow right into the middle of the group. there was a fairly loud explosion and goblins were sent flying here and there.

ooc: gotta love Arrows of Explosions!! (that oil of impact is some funky stuff!!)

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Wysteria

After recieving my meal in quiet, sitting down to eat was just what I had needed. Taking the first few bites was such a joy, thinking this was almost better then sex.

Hearing a commotion outside my door and someone yelling to arms, shit and I thought this was going to be a good place to rest before getting home. Setting my plate to the side barely being touched, lights float around the room again this time a bright red and pulsing. Grabbing my sachel looking down at myself oh well guess this will have to work. A blink later I am standing outside just inside the stables listening for Avalon. No sign, knowing he wouldn't run to far away, mentally calling for him in my mind I hear his soft answer he is coming into the yard now asking if its time. Smiling to myself I wonder how many had ever seen one such as Avalon before. He was a very rare gift indeed, a carneverous horse that mind spoke. Heading in the way that I know him to be, several goblins pass me, but take no notice.

I can hear the fighting inside and know that I have to get in soon as more goblins come in fast and hard. Drawing Lightshine & Moonshine {my matching magical scimitars} from my satchel I jump into the foray mentally giving the command to Avalon. Smiling as dinner is spoke into my mind. Swinging at the first goblin, my arm stings a little from the hit, it should have taken the foul thing to the ground but it didn't which shocked me. Thinking fast a glowing blue mist forms around my body and moving even faster as my elven feet ran lightly over the ground towards the door of the Inn. Maybe with a little help from the outside the fight will be turned to the light inside. Swinging a second time on the one I had already hit finally knocking it to the ground.

Fearing any major spells not knowing who was outside be it friend or foe, the arcane words for continual light come quickly to my mind, blinking my sensitive eyes to adjust them, taking a quick look around gives me the go ahead and mumbling more arcane words a burst of flame shoots forth from my fingers through the night hitting a group of goblins in my sight. Several go down and don't get up but others just take their place and still more are coming. Tymora please give me strength I whisper as readying another spell, knowing at this pace tiring will be fast, sure and deadly.

 

[scylis]

outside, Garek saw Wysteria, and recognised the spell she was preparing to use. "Zak!! FIREBALL!!!!!" he shouted to his comrad inside. Zak immediately crouched on the floor and swept his cloak about him tightly, for it was magically resistant towards fire, magical or otherwise.

[Edited by scylis on 08-21-2000 at 04:44 PM]

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

Gwidion saw the the figure at the window, and he saw immediately who this figure was.
'A Ranger! One of the fae, even! Well, that is what I call luck!'
"Mae Govannen, Elda!"
After shouting this greeting in the elven tongue to the Ranger, Gwidion seized his sword in both hands again--and suddenly he froze. A large figure had appeared in the doorway, clad in black mail and with a helmet on his head, facionned in the likeness of a skull. A hobgoblin! Normally this would not have troubled him unduly, although they were mighty warrioirs, he could usually survive a hobgoblin without more than a few wounds. But now, what with all the magic strengthening that lay on the others...
Sighing, Gwidion touched his amulet again. How often would he have to do this tonight? And would exhaustion get the better of him ere the fight was over?
"Alcar Calenna, quale Ulundonna, vala Hyandanyanna!!"
Glory to the Light, death to the Darkspawn, power to my blade!
A red ray slashed forth from his sword and stroke the hobgoblin in his chest. But instead of collapsing like Gwidion had expected him to, the monster just grunted and lurched forwards, obviously hurt but still dangerously alive.
With shocked disbelief, Gwidion leaned against the wall. This last desperate action had drained him of his strength, and still more goblins were entereing, along with two, three, FOUR other hobgoblins. Grasping his sword in both hands, he summoned up the last of his strength and prayed to the Light for salvation, or at least for a swift death...

occ: Um, I'd just like to point out that im trying to start my own fantasy SRPF on this forum, 'Xynthia's Arena'
I'd really appreciate it if you gave it a quick look...

 

[OnyxDragon]

IC Sun Silvertree

I sit in my room flipping through the same book I pulled out down in the bar. I hear a voice yelling "TO ARMS. TO ARMS." I reach into my cloak and throw three small objects (which disappear from sight as soon as leaving my hand) into the air above my head. As I finish that I reach for my staff and with one deft twist pull it apart revealing a gloriously adorned katana that glows a soft blue color."Ah goblins. What a fun night this will be." I quickly chant a spell and reappear behind some trees in the courtyard outside. As I reappear I see a blast of fire that goes right in front of where I am standing. I reach down and grab one the wands that are strapped to my belt and whisper the command word . Out the tip of the wand comes what appears to be a glowing whip that is about 10 to 15 feet long. It starts to move away from me seaching for a target. As it encounters a goblin it coils back and strikes leaving a path of fire behind it and all around it. It coils itself around the goblin and begins to constrict around the goblin. I leave the whip to its own course and moe off in search of more foes. I search around the inn looking for the biggest group I can find. As i spot a huge group of goblins I teleport once more into the midst of them and point another wand at the ground at my feet and say the command word twice letting loose two fireballs.As the flames explode around me i see goblins dying all around me.
"Hmmm works pretty well." As I stand there thinking of my next move a goblin swings an axe at the back of head. I let the axe come within a few inches of my head before bringing my katana back to block it. I turn to face him and see many more coming at me too. I mutter two words and a globe of darkness decends over my head and the heads of the goblins coming at me. Any standing outside the globe would think there were 15 or 20 men fighting in there. As i come out the othereside of the globe my sword swinging at my side is covered in green blood. and no goblins come out behind me.

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin

I heard the shouted warning of a fireball, and crouched behind my shield just as a searing mass of flame rushed past me. Once more Gwidion called upon his amulet with its strange unearthly powers. I know few enough words of the Elven tongue, but I recognised that he greeted an Elven Ranger. We were fortunate, indeed, to have such a one in our midst.

It was then that the first hobgoblin appeared in the doorway, clad in some sort of crude mail. I saw Gwidion summon a bolt of energy that left the greenskin hurt, enraged and alive. Summoning my will, I invoked a holy shield, an aura of energy that would surround me and help protect me from physical attacks.

With a grim determination, I fought my way towards the hobgoblin, smiting the lesser vermin on the right and the left. One fell to my sword; another toppled as I swung my left arm in a great arc and mauled him with the edge of my shield. I found myself at Gwidion's side, and saw the first hobgoblin trying to smash its way toward us. The mysterious man seemed to be hurt, and so I drew upon my own inner strength to heal him. I felt myself tire as he straightened, but his smile of thanks made it worthwhile. The Paladin's Way is one of sacrifice for others, and contains within itself its own reward.

The fearsome hobgoblin, the first that had appeared, had reached us, and was carrying not one, but two weapons - a crude, bloodied axe in one hand and a cruel scimitar in the other. My eyes blazed with righteous fury, and as I bent my will against this corrupted, evil monster, Hellsbane flamed anew, brighter and stronger than before. With a mighty cry, I swung my sword around, only to be met with the hobgoblin's axe. It tried to follow its parry with a sword blow to my neck, but Gwidion's sword deflected the blow, before cutting down and glancing off the creature's meaty thigh. The greenskin roared in pain, and staggered back a step.

Pressing our advantage, I lunged forward, shield first, and smote our enemy with my glowing shield, bashing its face and momentarily stunning it. Hellsbane and Gwidion's sword both plunged forward at the same moment, burying themselves in the hobgoblin's midsection and protruding out its back before being withdrawn. The creature stumbled and fell, and the two of us stepped over its corpse to meet its mates. It was then that I noticed that Chala had joined us, and off to one side, fighting another of the huge newcomers, was an obviously Elven Ranger and his companion. Glancing around me, I saw several others waging battles of their own. We had made some headway, but the situation was still desperate...

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

Gwidion was still feeling weak, but the Paladin's healing had done him well. But still the bloodshed raged on interminable as it seemed.
Suddenly, Gwidion remembered something. Some Rangers--mostly elven ones--posessed a very strange and rare power called the Dance of the Leaf. Those thus gifted could with the help of a second person who knew someting about the Way of Nature, perform a ritual which mainly consisted of a sort of dance--not unlike the sword dance Gwidion had performed some time before. Once the ritual was finished, the area would be left with an aura that was the essence of all that is good in Nature. Drawing upon this aura, they might yet be able to drive back the Darkspawn, or at least to heal some of the wounded...but only few could master the Dance of the Leaf, Gwidion knew just enough to perform his part of the ritual...who could tell this Elf was gifted? Maybe he did not even know about it, for it was a secret reveald to very few.
Deciding to take the risk, Gwidion glided forwards, his sword moving more gracefully than before, but less deadly, seeming ceremonial rather than threatening.
Gwidion prayed to the Light again, prayed that the Elf knew the Dance of the Leaf, prayed that he would recognize Gwidion's movements and perform his own part...

 

[scylis]

and Galen just stared at the dancing guy. he just shook his head and slashed open another goblin as an arrow from Garek struck another to his side in the head, taking it down. "wierdo," was all he said as four magical missiles (red energy orbs) burned into the goblin that rushed him from behind.

ooc: sorry if you were refering to me.. Zak don't dance, unless you count briliant fighting grace dancing...

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the stranger

occ: You couldnt give us a chance to get out of this, could you? oh well

Gwidion muttered a curse. This Elf obviously did not know the Dance of the Leaf. Turning, he fought his way back to Constantius, the grace of his sword's movement now once more filled with lethal beauty. Reaching the Paladin he cried:
"Constantius, I must get back to my room. I might have something there that could help us. But I need your help to fight back to the stairs."

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin

I turned at the call from Gwidion, audible above the battle din.
"With a will, my friend," I answered him grimly. Chala's melodic voice came at my elbow.
"Go, noble Paladin," she told me, her beautiful features both terrible and powerful to behold. "I shall protect your back."
"Milady." I nodded, and charged into the nearest goblin, knocking it down with my shield and then plunging Hellsbane straight through its black heart.

Gwidion and I both cut a swathe through the green horde, our paths converging at the foot of the stairs.

Behind me, I could hear strange sounds as Chala at last displayed her true power. The screams of dying goblins were like music to my ears...

 

[Lightman]

"Thank you, Lord Paladin. May the Light fight at your side." With that, Gwidion hastens up the stairs, climbing three steps with every stride.
Entering his room his eyes fall on the phials with the volet potion...then he shakes his head, better keep them where they are safe. The Hellwraiths did not show up yet, and somehow Gwidion thinks they will not, at least not this night. There is a mighty power behind these goblins, but Gwidion begins to think that it is not Mordal, but some other evil wizard...quickly he presses the thought from his head, there are more urgent matters to consider now.
Seizing the water jug by his bed, he quickly begins to mix some herbs and powders into it, stopping from time to time in order to hastily check on his scribbled notes. At last the liquid in the jug takes on a green color, and Gwidion stands up, satisfied.
"Now, I must find three creatures with enough arcane and physical powers...these enchanted hobgoblins should do the trick."
Returning to the common room, sword in his right hand and the jug in the left he scans the room. Not far off, he sees Constantius fighting with a hobgoblin. Gwidion approaches the monster's back. Luckily, most of the battle takes place in other parts of the room: it would be hard to fight off goblins without spilling the jug's content.
A quick slash of the sword, and the hobgoblin sudenly grunts in pain. Immediately Gwidion raises the jug and pour s about one third of the green liquid into the wound on the monster's back. There are no yells of pain, no flashes of light, no torrents of blood. Only the change that swiftly takes place: from one moment to another, the hobgoblin turns to stone, a hideous granite statue, its face still bearing a look of pain and surprise.
Constantius' air of astonishment quickly turns to a smile, but Gwidion's face is grim: he must bring this liquid into three other of those creatures in order to set off the full power of the magic, but the other hobgoblins are in the middle of the battling crowds...how can Gwidion reach them balancing a heavy jug in one hand?

 

[scylis]

hey.. i know I'LL get out of this!

ooc: sorry, but he only dances with the ladies (b/c him and Garek dancing would just not work, since Garek's usually working the crowd over )

 

[Morwen]

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[LadyChance]

IC::Wysteria

I hear someone shout !!FireBall!! turning to look and make sure I had hit no one, thank Tymora I hadn't and thank her again that I hadn't used the chain lightning spell, letting the spell go. The flow of goblins seemed to be slowing a little which was good but not great yet. Running for the front door of the Inn slashing anything foul and smelly as I go. Once there turning my back to the door, smiling at the surprise on the faces of the foul creatures wanting to get inside to all the fun. Dropping my hood and speaking in goblin I ask the closest one where he thought he was going. Figuring the sight of a drow one of their brotherhood so to say, {nasty things anyway their so stupid} seeing the light dawn on it was enough for me as Lightshine and Moonshine started singing a melody of death. Moving so fast that the normal human eye would have a hard time keeping up they sang of the death I was about to give the goblins and their foul friends.

Out of the corner of my eye several fires start burning where I had not cast at before, standing in the middle of it was a man and he was laughing, it was almost to much, I wanted to laugh with him. Good someone else was out here to protect the door if I went down, but I wouldn't and I knew this. There was no way anything as foul as these creatures was going to get the best of me my honor was at stake and that meant more to me then my life.

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

Sighing, Gwidion touched his amulet with his sword while fixing his gaze on the jug. After a while, it became surrounded by and orb of glowing energy. A simple magic, which did not require too much power, but which would keep the liquid from spilling.
Gwidion rushed forwards, cutting through the sea of Darkspawn like a diving kingfisher, beheading goblins with one hand, braining them in the other. Finally he reached a hobgoblin, again with his back turned. A quick slash of the slash of the sword, a swift movenment of the jug, a fast deactivation of the energy orb--and a second granite stature now stood in the Grinning Griffin Inn.
Gwidion started fighting his way towards yet another of the great monsters...but he stopped halway, between some overturned tables where the fighting was not so intensive.
Bruises covered his arm, and his left leg was wounded. He could not go any further. With a sigh, Gwidion focused on his amulet again and threw the jug as hard as he could. Slowly, almost lazily, it described an arc in the air and went hitting the chest of the hobgolin. It exploded into many shards which cut wound into the green flesh--and the liquid suddenly seeped into those wounds, as if it was being sucked in. The hobgoblin did not even have time to look surprised before turning to stone.
Gwidion had fallen to his knees with the effort of that magic. In less than an hour, he had used more power than he nromally used in a week. But he could not give up now. The last part of the magic had to be spoken. Even if the strain killed him, it might still save the others...
Gritting his teeth, he raised his sword, and touched his amulet.
"Vala ondo ar vala nareo ar vala aldaron, hiruva, quala Ulundor!"
Power of stone and power of fire and power of the trees, come, and destroy the Darkspawn!
All three statues suddenly errupted into fountains of red light. From each a red glowing line shot out to touch the other two, thus forming a triangle, in the middle of which knelt Gwidion. Suddenly, from each of the glowing statues another ray shout out, inwards. all three converged at Gwidion's blade, which shone with a blood red light.
Gwidion felt the power surging through him, felt the weariness tug at him, drawing him, towards the void, towards oblivon. But he could not give up now, he could...not....give...up...
"ELENDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The statues exploded and flames of white fire burst from Gwidion's sword. Again, those who fought against the Darkspawn were not affected by the fire. But wether the goblins were damaged by it, and wether enough were affected to make a differance, to make victory possible, Gwidion could not tell. For as soon as the seas of fire had flown from his blade, Gwidion felt the darkness of unconsciousness surround him...

[Edited by Lightman on 08-22-2000 at 09:32 AM]