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DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 15 Sep 2008 06:57 AM |
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* DMs: Dragon Info for Shihaya'zad
The Wyrmheart Fox (1 of 2)
Since Shihaya'zad and Bereil have not turned up any sign of a wyrmheart fox anywhere, Bereil has decided to take matters into his own hands and assemble one himself - animating it from bones by the banks of the Wyrmheart River in the Cold Lands.
Bereil is there with some bones - notably, the skull of a fox - and the still-beating heart of a wyrmling. Heck knows where he got it from. For his sake, I hope it was not a white one.
Bereil Yadashem: *Toys with the skeleton jaw of a fox* I am too clever for elf wizards. Yes, I am! *he says in a geeky voice*
((elk unexpectedly logs in, so we have to stall for time until he gets there with Shihaya'zad. I had intended for this to be just Bereil.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Opens and closes the mouth in imitation of talking*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah. Well.
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] Stall for time. Megalomaniacal soliloquy.
The Muse : *The skull doesn't answer back; for now, it's merely an ordinary fox's skull*
The Muse : [DM] Hahaha, nutter
The Jester : [DM] Should we give Bereil an insanity widget?
The Muse : *The trees stand stiff and tall like Helkrisians*
((I change the music to Beholder Caves music.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Paces back and forth* There is the physiothaumatogical theory of increasing the dynamic invigor of ordinary skeletal bodies.
Bereil Yadashem: Such theories boast the use of obsessive amounts of incense, candles, and of course: blood.
Bereil Yadashem: Daggers as well. Pah! Rubbish I say!
Bereil Yadashem: This day I shall show ye, and all other gaping, adoring, and considerably lesser intelligent minds that such devices are utterly uneeded in a true wizard's work.
The Muse : *The trees continue to stand unmoving and indifferent*
The Muse : [DM] LOL
The Muse : *Something zips by in the snow at top speed*
((elk, in a hurry as always, runs right past without seeing Bereil there))
Bereil Yadashem: Nay! There shall be no explosions, nor shall there be many sparkling motes of infinite enunciated ordinance!
The Muse : [Tell/elk] *You catch sight of a crazy bearded mage rambling to himself*
The Jester : [DM] What IS he trying to do, aside from rabble like a crazy hermit?
The Muse : [Tell] You shall see
The Jester : [DM] Are we giving him a hut and calling him the Wyrmheart Hermit?
Bereil Yadashem: Conclusive evidence has shown that- That. *Pauses and strokes his beard with the bone mouth*
The Muse : *It catches on your beard*
Bereil Yadashem: That the animation of inanimate objects is in fact-aach! Bloody heck! *Tries to pull it from his beard*
The Jester : [DM] What happened?
Bereil Yadashem: Get! Off! *Tug tug*
The Muse : [DM] He stroked his beard with the skull and it caught on his beard
Shihaya'zad: *Peers over the river*
The Jester : [DM] LOL
Bereil Yadashem: Ow!
The Jester : [DM] Last night a seagull hid a fishhead in the beard.
The Muse : [DM] Haha
The Muse : *The skull finally comes loose*
Shihaya'zad: Ow?
Bereil Yadashem: *Quickly hides it behind his back* Indeed!
Bereil Yadashem: Hide Check, Roll 1d20: 18 + Modifier: 11 = Total: 29
Shihaya'zad: What are you rambling about?
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((Bennyloginitis strikes again!))
Bereil Yadashem: Rambling? I most certainly do not ramble. The very insinuation is insulting indeed. I cannot believe ye would say such a thing.
Shihaya'zad: That must have hurt you deep inside.
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Bereil Yadashem: Not particularily. I am far too fortituitous for such words to harm my mush.
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Shihaya'zad: What a man. A wonder you are not the dream of every reproduction-driven woman.
The Jester : [DM] Cue Lucy.
The Jester : [DM] :P
((Tsk tsk, he's just saying that because Lucy McIath tried to hit on his Naruthian.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Brings a hand from behind his back* Quite so. I am quite blessed with such fortune. *Reaches into robe pocket and pulls out a small beating heart*
Bereil Yadashem: *Quickly brings that hand behind his back*
Shihaya'zad: *raises a brow* Are you doing your experiments again?
Bereil Yadashem: Indeed. The fortune is mine.
Bereil Yadashem: *Fumbles with the two items behind his back*
Bereil Yadashem: *Manages to insert the heart into the mouth of the skull*
((The still-beating wyrmling heart into the jaws of the fox skull. Well, this is as good an opportunity as any. It's suits Bereil to have things happen by some unhappy and unexpected accident.))
Shihaya'zad: Since you´re repeating that over and over, what is the reason for that then?
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Shihaya'zad: Not being beaten up by two large dragons yesterday was a fortune, yes.
Bereil Yadashem: Excellent question my once former student and now pretending master.
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] *Something is wrong. You feel something clamp over your wrist.*
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Shihaya'zad: Slow there. You are the pretending apprentice.
Bereil Yadashem: Ow. Aye. Ah. Quite a fortune.
Shihaya'zad: That´s a difference.
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] *The skull's fangs snap over your hand of their own accord*
Bereil Yadashem: BLOODY HECK!
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Bereil Yadashem: How unfortunate that we did not find yer precious little rodent.
Shihaya'zad: Eh?
Bereil Yadashem: *Says light headedly*
Shihaya'zad: Down in Undraeth?
Shihaya'zad: You did not really expect to find something but spiders and Atalan there, did you?
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] *Pain stabs at your arm, the jaws crushing like a vise*
Shihaya'zad: And a few other abnormal things.
Bereil Yadashem: Indeed! *Squawks, and continues playing behind his back, now trying to tug something off*
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Re: DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 15 Sep 2008 07:38 AM |
The Wyrmheart Fox (2 of 2)
The Jester : [DM] You really do need to throw a hint for Elk's wyrmheart thing. He's stuck.
The Muse : [DM] Bereil's got it covered
The Muse : [DM] What do you think the fox skull is for? The one biting off his arm.
The Muse : [DM] They couldn't find one so he decided to invent one. An undead one.
The Jester : [DM] I thought he's just screwing around and it won't help Shiha's robe.
The Jester : [DM] Or is he going to combine a necromantic skull with a gold dragon's skin?
The Muse : [DM] We'll see how it plays out. It's a fun idea.
Shihaya'zad: You know, whatever you´re doing behind your back, just turn around Mr. Secretive. Then you see at least what you´re doing with that thing.
Bereil Yadashem: Just a moment! *Sharp gasp*
((There are blood spatters on the snow at his feet by now.))
The Jester : [DM] You've no idea what the wyrmheart fox is either, do you? :P
The Muse : [DM] I always ad lib. But it's the big fox at the head of the river here. Always was.
The Muse : *Crunch*
Shihaya'zad: Sure. Take your time. You´re not the youngest anymore.
Bereil Yadashem: *Crumples to his knees* Bleeding gods!
The Jester : [DM] Shiha's dragon is menarokian?
Bereil Yadashem: *Pulls a hambone from his pocket and tries to use it to pry it off*
Shihaya'zad: *leans on her staff and watches Bereil going mad*
The Muse : [Tell] *It is clamped on tight. There is blood all over your arm.*
((I play wolf howl sounds because there aren't any fox ones to play))
Bereil Yadashem: *Withdraws a whole number of utensils, bones, reagents, cooking ingredients from his pockets and tosses them to the ground*
Bereil Yadashem: Almost. *Wince* Have it.
Shihaya'zad: You go, Sir.
Bereil Yadashem: *Smears the skull with a stick of butter*
The Muse : [Tell/elk] *There is a fox's skull clamped to his arm*
((It's out in the open now.))
Shihaya'zad: What exactly are you doing anyway?
The Muse : *The skull remains clamped on, a faint red glow pulsing frmo behind its hollow eyes*
Shihaya'zad: At the moment you make the impression like someone who has not eaten for days and rip something apart. But I get a feeling that is not the cause since Icy Vale is not too far away.
Bereil Yadashem: Falla woomink falla nezchri ani rotze pizza achshav. *Eyes roll back from the pain and starts to incant*
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] ((face south
((That's because the winter wolf with the ghost VFX that I spawned into blank is facing north. Conveniently, this also points him downstream so he is facing the stone canine head on the far, far end of the river.))
Bereil Yadashem: Kafka kaffe ani rotze achshav!
Bereil Yadashem: *Shuffles on his knees to the south*
Shihaya'zad : [Tell] ok, that one had me. he´s casting pizza and kafka. and i won´t start about rotze :D
Shihaya'zad: *scratches her head* Well, I don´t want to disturb you in that very special moment, but do you need help?
((I have figured out by this point that he's speaking Hebrew, but I have no idea what he's saying. I don't think elk's gotten that far; he's assuming he's using nonsense words.))
The Muse : *A snarl comes from the skull; something like a ghostly spinal cord trails behind it like a wisp of smoke*
Bereil Yadashem: Bli halav! Bli halav!
((Yes, that definitely looks like Hebrew.))
Shihaya'zad: *blinks*
The Jester : [Tell] That's hebrew he's using, if you were wondering.
The Muse : [DM] I guessed from the last one.
Shihaya'zad : [Tell] do i know what he´s babbling there?
The Muse : [Tell] Utter nonsense!
((As far as Vives languages are concerned.))
The Jester : [Tell] Loose translation: he wants pizza and he wants coffee without milk :P
The Muse : [DM] ROFL
((Classic!))
Shihaya'zad: Hm
Bereil Yadashem: Yesh li sukar! Shnei capiyot!
Shihaya'zad : [DM] [What the hell are you saying?]
Shihaya'zad: Amirilan anira iracc ilma aey lailaelv?
((Elven))
Shihaya'zad: Nope.
Bereil Yadashem: *Incanting*
The Muse : *The thin ghostly trail expands like a cloud, a body forming attached to the skull*
((Shihaya'zad switches to Draconic))
Shihaya'zad : [DM] [Hello? Talk to me?]
Shihaya'zad: Niichchy? Drechgo dry lii?
The Jester : [Tell] It works well enough, hebrew is an old language and sounds mystical enough. :P
Shihaya'zad: *looks between the mage and the skull and waits for something to explode*
Bereil Yadashem: Ma od!? Lo yodeia ma lomar!
The Muse : *The skull shakes from side to side like a dog clamped on to a bone, the ghostly body now taking definite shape*
Bereil Yadashem: Hazir! Tarnegul! Koomkoom!
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] *Its heart beats frantically in your hand, which is still clamped around it in much the way its jaws are clamped around your bleeding arm*
Shihaya'zad: You never cease to amaze me. Although I don´t understand a thing you´re saying. *watches the figure taking shape*
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: *Red eyes flash and strobe within the skull, in time to the beating of the wyrmling's heart*
Bereil Yadashem: *Lets go of the small heart* Tilech! Taarid atzmecha min hayad sheli!
((I switch to Draconic))
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: *Snarl*
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [DM] [I AM THE GHOST OF THE RIVER. WHY HAVE YOU AWOKEN ME?]
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: Un ELi DrNiI KNiYMyDr YW DrNiI HuUnFiIHu. ZiNiAn NiEFiI AnYOn EZiYGoIRa LiI?
Shihaya'zad: *blinks*
Shihaya'zad : [Tell] but i understood that?
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] Yes
((Bereil briefly crashes, then logs back in))
Shihaya'zad: *looks at the figure and back at Bereil*
Shihaya'zad: Erm, Bereil. He asked you something.
Shihaya'zad: Or it.
Shihaya'zad: Or she.
Shihaya'zad: Whatever.
Bereil Yadashem: ((Missed it))
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] You didn't understand it. It sounded growly and loud.
Bereil Yadashem: [Tell] My hand is still in its jaw?
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] Yes, and its eyes have started flashing in time to the beating of the heart
Shihaya'zad: Uh *looks at the figure for a moment* It said it is the ghost of the river. And it wants to know why you have awoken it.
Bereil Yadashem: Tikach et hayad sheli. Ani noten lecha mazal! Mazal!
((This is one of those instances where you want to resist making the "and so's your mother!" or "that's what SHE said!" or "I know you are, but what am I?" jokes.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Tries to let go of the heart*
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] *It clings like a tumour*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah. Ye understood what it said? *Snapping out of his trance*
Shihaya'zad: Finally I understand what you say.
Shihaya'zad: Yes.
Shihaya'zad: And I think it waits for an answer.
Bereil Yadashem: I seek the fox! Now let me go!
Shihaya'zad: Shall I translate that?
Bereil Yadashem: *Staring at his hand, to the flashing eyes*
Bereil Yadashem: NO!
Bereil Yadashem: I mean yes!
Shihaya'zad: ...
Shihaya'zad: Alright...
Bereil Yadashem: Aye, translation is quite necessary.
Shihaya'zad: *looks at the figure*
Shihaya'zad : [DM] [He said he is seeking the fox. And that he wants you to let him go.]
Shihaya'zad: Nii myeunty nii unmy myiigounrak drnii wyqu. Eraty drniedr nii zieradrmy anyon dry chidr niunli ky.
Shihaya'zad: *babbles at it*
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [DM] [YOU HAVE FOUND ME. I AM THE SPIRIT OF THE RIVER.]
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: AnYOn NiEFiI WYOnRaTy LiI. Un ELi DrNiI MyBaUnHuUnDr YW DrNiI HuUnFiIHu.
Shihaya'zad: *blinks*
Shihaya'zad: Well.
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [DM] [I WILL LET GO... WHEN I MAY ONCE AGAIN SLEEP.]
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: Un ZiUnChCh ChIDr KY... ZiNiIRa Un LiEAn YRaStI EKEUnRa MyChIIBa.
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: *Red eyes flash malevolently*
((That is one annoyed fox.))
Shihaya'zad: It says that you have found it. It is the spirit of the river.
Bereil Yadashem: *Glances to Shihaya'zad*
Shihaya'zad: And it will let go when it may once again sleep.
Bereil Yadashem: Oh. *Squeeks*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah. What is it ye needed from a fox?
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [DM] [WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME?]
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: ZiNiAn NiEFiI AnYOn MyOnLiLiYRaITy LiI?
Shihaya'zad: A fang...*scratches her head*
Shihaya'zad: It just asked why you summoned it.
Shihaya'zad: Tell me Bereil.
Bereil Yadashem: I wish yer fang, and I will let ye rest!
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: *Roars*
Shihaya'zad: Right...
Bereil Yadashem: *Can't realy shirk away*
Bereil Yadashem: *Leans away from the spirit*
Shihaya'zad: [He wishes your fang, and then will let you rest]
Shihaya'zad: Nii ziunmyniimy anyonhu werak, eraty drniira ziunchch chidr anyon huimydr
Bereil Yadashem: I do believe he understood what I had said.
The Muse : *The ground shakes; a geyser of water shoots up from the river*
((VFX))
Bereil Yadashem: Shihaya'zad, do something!
The Muse : *The water comes raining down as icicles, frozen and pointed*
((Did the ice storm VFX))
Shihaya'zad: Urhg
((Spawned in a few ice floe placeables because I couldn't find anything better.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Ducks, tucking his head*
The Muse : *Fang-shaped icicles lie scattered all around you*
Shihaya'zad: Are you tied to it?
Shihaya'zad: *picks up one of the icicles and looks at it*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah. In some alternative definition, aye.
Shihaya'zad : [Tell] does it melt?
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] It doesn't melt
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] Not here anyway. Too cold.
Bereil Yadashem: Is that what ye required?
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: *Growls*
Shihaya'zad : [Tell] oh, i meant in my hands
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [DM] [DISTURB ME NOT AGAIN.]
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: TyUnMyDrOnHuPo LiI RaYDr EKEUnRa.
Bereil Yadashem: Translation!
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [Tell] *The heart no longer sticks to your hand; the vice-like grip slackens*
Shihaya'zad: *holds her head* Bit loud...
Shihaya'zad: Well, basically: DISTURB ME NOT AGAIN:
Bereil Yadashem: Ahhh... *relieved, and tries to withdraw his hand*
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader : [DM] [MAY THIS BE A LESSON SHOULD YOU BE TEMPTED TO DO SO AGAIN.]
Winter Wolf - Pack Leader: LiEAn DrNiUnMy PoI E ChIMyMyYRa MyNiYOnChTy AnYOn PoI DrILiBaDrITy DrY TyY MyY EKEUnRa.
Bereil Yadashem: Have no fear, I shan't disturb yer peaceful tranquility for many years!
Shihaya'zad: *translates on* ...may this be a lesson should you be tempted to do so again.
Shihaya'zad: I will not tell it that exactly.
Bereil Yadashem: Lesson? What lesson?
The Muse : *The eyes flare once more, then the ghostly body fades like mist in the sun*
Bereil Yadashem: *Pulls his arm to his chest, gripping it*
The Muse : [Tell] *As the heart slips out of your hand you feel a horrendous wrenching sensation; it strips away the flesh from your arm as it falls to the ground*
Shihaya'zad: Hmmm...*picks up a handful of icicles and turns them in her hand*
Bereil Yadashem: AAAAHHHEEEECCK!
Shihaya'zad: *blinks; alarmed!*
Shihaya'zad: What is it?
Bereil Yadashem: *Blood drenches his robe*
Bereil Yadashem: *From the arm that was in the fox's mouth*
Shihaya'zad: Your arm...let me see that.
Bereil Yadashem: *Shakes* The pain!
Shihaya'zad: Show it.
The Muse : *Blood gushes like a river*
Shihaya'zad: Goodness.
Bereil Yadashem: *Looks white*
Shihaya'zad: Sit.
Bereil Yadashem: *Paling, moves his hand out shakily*
Bereil Yadashem: *Flops on his bum*
((Bereil quickly crafts his armour so as to reveal the skeletal left arm. That is a pretty interesting way to transition to PM Level 6.))
Shihaya'zad: *rummages in a bag and pulls out a bunch of Drugo Specials, and fixes his arm to stop the bleeding*
Shihaya'zad: *rummages once more*
Shihaya'zad: *takes out a few bottles and pours one after the other into his mouth*
((Potions))
Shihaya'zad: And one of those...slooow.
Bereil Yadashem: *Bites off the top and drinks each potion*
Bereil Yadashem: *And the last one, slower*
Shihaya'zad: *turns back to the arm to see if it´s bleeding through*
Bereil Yadashem: *Drinks the potions like a pro*
Bereil Yadashem: How *rasps* does it look?
The Muse : [Tell] *You have lost too much blood for the potions to be of much use. You feel yourself blacking out.*
Shihaya'zad: Hmm, it looks like it slowly stops bleeding through.
Bereil Yadashem: *Glances up to Shihaya'zad, then topples over to his side, passing out*
Bereil Yadashem: *Mouth agape*
Shihaya'zad: Great.
Shihaya'zad: *bends over and listens if he´s still breathing*
The Muse : *He is alive, but has lost a lot of blood and will freeze if left here*
Shihaya'zad: Ok, not dead yet. Could be worse...
Shihaya'zad: Hmm.
Shihaya'zad: *picks the icicles back up and stuffs them in a bag*
((Haha. Icicles first, Bereil second.))
Shihaya'zad: *and begins to rummage again*
Shihaya'zad: Ah, here it is.
Shihaya'zad: *quickly reads over the lines*
((She summons an Earth Elemental.))
Shihaya'zad: Perfect!
Shihaya'zad: Erm. You, pick up the body. Carefully!
Summoned Elder Earth Elemental: *stumbles towards Bereil*
Shihaya'zad: Do not step on him!
Shihaya'zad: *steps on a part of his robe*
Summoned Elder Earth Elemental: *picks up the half frozen mage and shoulders him*
Shihaya'zad: That was not careful!
Bereil Yadashem: *Head rolls about back and forth limply*
Shihaya'zad: Alright. I better keep you invisible...
((She casts Improved Invisibility on the elemental, but not the mage, so he floats in mid-air.))
Shihaya'zad: Now follow me.
Summoned Elder Earth Elemental: *stumbles after her dumb as it is*
Shihaya'zad: And duck when there are trees.
Shihaya'zad: *keeps an eye on the floating mage*
The Jester : [DM] He's better than her hydrophobic water elemental
They travel to Icy Vale. Fortunately, it is in the dead of night.
Shihaya'zad: Perhaps move a little less loud in the small town ahead, Mr. Elemental.
Shihaya'zad: *walks through the vale followed by a floating mage*
Bereil Yadashem: *Floating unconcious mage*
Sergeant Welter: *Jumps!*
Shihaya'zad: Seargent! I need a healer quick!
Sergeant Welter: Another victim?
Shihaya'zad: He is not dead yet.
Sergeant Welter: Quickly then - to the Hot Springs!
Shihaya'zad: But he needs help. He lost a lot of blood.
Shihaya'zad: Very well, thank you.
Shihaya'zad: Seargent, stay away from the body.
Shihaya'zad: You know, magics.
((More like: you know, so you don't smack into the elemental.))
Sergeant Welter: *Somewhat baffled* Of course, lass.
Now at the Hot Springs.
Shihaya'zad: *checks the temperature of the water*
Sergeant Welter: Inside.
Sergeant Welter : [Tell/elk] *Hot as always; you don't want to put the icicles in there.*
Shihaya'zad: Hm, inside.
Shihaya'zad: The spell will not work through doors like this...hard to explain.
Shihaya'zad: *makes some strange gestures to the elemental to drop the body*
Sergeant Welter: Would you like me to take him inside?
Summoned Elder Earth Elemental: *does as said and drops bereil to the ground. rather unpleasant*
Bereil Yadashem: *Thump, crash, splotch*
Shihaya'zad: Well, yes, Seargent. Please do so.
Sergeant Welter: *Grabs a hold of the mage by the robes before he slides in*
((Into the springs, that is.))
Shihaya'zad: *snaps a finger*
((Elemental is dismissed.))
Shihaya'zad: I´ll go ahead.
Sergeant Welter: *Picks up the body and staggers inside*
In the mill.
Sergeant Welter: *Places the body in the bunk*
Shihaya'zad: Miss.
((Bereil flops onto the bed.))
Shaldriel: Yes?
Shihaya'zad: My friend is in need of help.
Shaldriel: Oh! *Rushes over*
Shihaya'zad: Urgently.
Shihaya'zad: I just tried to stop the bleeding, and gave him a few potions...that´s all I could do.
Shaldriel: Ah, good. The potions will have helped. *Murmurs incantations beneath her breath*
Shihaya'zad: But he lost a lot of blood.
Bereil Yadashem: *Passes wind*
Shihaya'zad: *blinks*
Shaldriel: I will tend to him. He should pull through, but it may be some days before he's ready to leave here.
Shaldriel: *Wrinkles nose delicately*
Shihaya'zad: Is there anything I can do besides waiting?
Bereil Yadashem: *Passes wind again*
Shihaya'zad: Waiting outside, that is.
Shaldriel: You've done enough. You may have saved his life. *Rolls up her sleeves*
Shihaya'zad: Hmm.
Bereil Yadashem: *An insect crawls out of his beard and darts under the bunk*
Shaldriel: Come back tomorrow. He should be awake by then, though weak.
Shihaya'zad: If you don't mind, this little friend might keep at least the air breathable.
Shihaya'zad uses Censer of Controlling Air Elementals
Bereil Yadashem: [DM] rofl
Shaldriel: *Her hair flies all over her face*
Bereil Yadashem: *Beard flaps in the wind*
Shihaya'zad: *inhales the fresh air*
Shaldriel: Yes, thank you. Perhaps around the corner back there. *Points over her shoulder*
Shihaya'zad: *nods and motions the elemental to follow her*
Shihaya'zad: Stay here.
Sergeant Welter: I must return to work. I'll check in as well tomorrow morning, if you don't mind. Make sure he's all right.
Shihaya'zad: Aye. Thank you, Seargent, for helping us.
Shaldriel: *Heads over to the cupboard to get a whole stack of bandages*
Shaldriel: *whooosh*
((As she walks by the air elemental))
Shihaya'zad: *looks at the beaten body*
Bereil Yadashem: *another bug crawls out of his beard and secrets away in the pillow*
Shihaya'zad: Miss. I will stay at the Inn in Icy Vale. If there is anything you need just let me know.
Shaldriel: *Nods* Very well. Safe travels to you, and may the Mother watch over you.
Shihaya'zad: *blinks at the last sentence*
Shihaya'zad: Uh, yes. Thank you Miss....farewell.
Bereil Yadashem: [Tell] Yay *Zonk*
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More reading:
Horrible Rumours: Two Archmages in Icy Vale |
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Re: DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 15 Sep 2008 07:57 AM |
Adventures, Thoughts & Notes of Bereil Yadashem: Message to Sir Jessup
Chiefchiefchief, I intercepted Bereil with ESMERELDA.
She was terribly bored. She summoned him (no, not magically; he went on Jusin's cart and half-rode, half-walked) to the lab at PAJWT and listened to his requests. The details follow. Will post the log when I get the chance to clean it up.
* Regarding the arm: he should see Sister Tasha in Port Royale about that. If she can't figure out a way to get a flesh replacement for it, no one can. (No one can. After summoning a ghost of that magnitude, I do believe he is well and truly a Pale Master. Not a sinister one to be sure—just a Bereilly one—but nonetheless he will always have that skeletal palemaster arm now.)
* Regarding the women: I forget if Bereil himself said that nothing less than giantesses would do, or if I talked him into it. But she's told him that he should use giantesses (nothing less!) and nothing but the best. And purple is the new black, darrrling. (Translation: he is going to have to capture himself two Eldritch Giantesses.)
For this task she has decided she will recruit Melphus Benimen to aid him.
* Regarding the wine: Jessup will take care of it and find some good wine.
And now the payment.
Esmerelda has set Bereil three tasks in return for his three requests:
1. He is to discover the secret of Serapha's Gown for Willom. She and Jessup would be most upset if any harm came to Willom, after all, and the witch was quite insistent that he accomplish the task or he would die.
2. He is to find the witch who set Willom this task. Esmerelda's met her, of course (when we handed the Stagecrafters over to Willom) but the witch has been quite elusive.
3. After finding the witch he is to persuade her (by any means available... *smiles sweetly*) not to harm Willom. Or to ensure that she cannot harm Willom. Whatever works best.
To aid him in his tasks and hers, he has been given a piece of paper taken out of the grimoire that flaps around the lab. The page summons a Cornugon Lord (this may be done three times) and is signed with the Cornugon Lord's blood. He must take care to destroy it immediately after using it three times. He must also take care not to destroy it before being used three times.
Note that the page is not actually an in-game item; it's just for plot purposes, so the demon can't actually be summoned without a DM around. Don't forget to set it to a friendly faction in _blank first. |
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Re: DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 15 Sep 2008 09:28 AM |
| Fickles you are the master. LOL! |
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Re: DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 15 Sep 2008 11:07 PM |
| *Poke* Will there be a Melphus this weekend to go a-hunting for purple giantesses? Need to post an event for that. |
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Re: DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 16 Sep 2008 08:47 AM |
Three Favours
Buckshire - McGillicutty's Watering Hole
((Currently I'm on the other side of the gameworld getting Jubei out of Midor, as that's where he last logged off ages ago. Fortunately for him, Conn showed him the Fire Knives exit. Also fortunately, Bereil is capable of soloing insanity all by himself. Throughout, I send him occasional Tells in reaction to whatever crazy thing he's doing. Hooray for multitasking!))
Bereil Yadashem: *Turns the page*
Bereil Yadashem: Hrm.
Bereil Yadashem: *Turns to the next page, and then strokes his beard sagaciously*
Bereil Yadashem: I wasn't aware that could be done.
Bereil Yadashem: *Turns a page*
Bereil Yadashem: Intruiging. *Leans in to examine a picture closely*
Bereil Yadashem: *Turns to the next page*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah, here we are.
Bereil Yadashem: A brand new chapter explaining the thermodynamics of phantasmal armor! This is quite incredible, Doctor, isn't it?
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] *Doc looks at you as if you'd had too much to drink*
Bereil Yadashem: *Strokes his beard*
Bereil Yadashem: *Remains ignorant of such expressions*
Bereil Yadashem: Apparently phantasmal armor is far less durable than actual armor and will not withstand dragon's breath.
Bereil Yadashem: Hrm. I must ponder on who conducted these experiments.
Bereil Yadashem: *Turns to the last chapter of the book delegated to the people who were killed/maimed/injured/mentally damaged during the experiments*
Bereil Yadashem: Tsk tsk. Such barbaristic use of peons.
Bereil Yadashem: I say, Doctor. What is the average lifespan of a farmboy who's family is intact?
Bereil Yadashem: Much lower than those who have experienced personal tragedy, I theorize.
Bereil Yadashem: Now if I correlate the list of deceased in this list with the gross net income of cripples within Port Royale *Lays a sheet of paper on the desk*
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] *The number comes to 42*
Bereil Yadashem: Fourty Two percent of the people inducted into the Temple were used for these experiments. The other Fourty percent were adventurers, and the eight percent miscalaneous.
Bereil Yadashem: Quite a hefty sum. I could only dream of having such resources for my experiments.
Bereil Yadashem: Alas, I must maintain my works on the silent dignity that is my own personable quotidient of self.
Bereil Yadashem: No unreasonable sacrifices for me, nay.
Bereil Yadashem: Doctor, another wine, if ye please!
Bereil Yadashem: *Opens up another book overtop the previous* Now see here the physiodynamics of individuals of the femenine persuasion. Apparently being scantly clad offers similar protection to them as if they were in full armor.
Bereil Yadashem: *Lifts a finger* Aha, but protection from what, I ponder.
Bereil Yadashem: *Pokes the finger in his beard and scratches*
((Meanwhile, half a world away, a shadowy and menacing somebody has intercepted Jubei at the locked Fire Knives door and is whispering at him to put on a blindfold.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Flips through a couple pages*
Bereil Yadashem: Of course for the spell Amaranth I cannot possibly have any indecency. Particularily for a summon of mine own. That would be far too impractical, and the possibility of it distracting my loyal comrades.
Bereil Yadashem: Visual representations of such persona classifiying marks as scars will, through cause and effect, make the summon far more potent in full armor than it would otherwise.
Bereil Yadashem: The appearance of physical strength will lend to this as well. Though not to be overdone as is the case of Ophelia.
Bereil Yadashem: Gods bless her half-human heart.
Bereil Yadashem: *Flips through a few more pages, scribbling down notes on them*
((Al-most there. Out on the coast now.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Though with one hand this turns into a slow process*
Bereil Yadashem: What soups happen to be prepared this day, Doctor? I find myself suddenly famished.
Fire Knife : [Tell/Bereil] Pumpkin; potato and leek; tomato; and Gnome stew.
Bereil Yadashem: Oh, that is one of my favourites. I shall have the Gnome stew!
((Of course.))
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] *Doc retreats to the kitchen, and is promptly chased out again by an awe-inspiring, terrifying shriek from the old Battleaxe*
Bereil Yadashem: *Shudder*
Bereil Yadashem: All is well, I do hope!
Bereil Yadashem: *Eyes return to the dusty tome, and strokes his beard ritually*
Mickey: *Whistles and skips*
((Mickey, as you may recall, is the boy in Buckshire who begs for a key to Buckshire Fair as a static quest. He enters the inn and dashes over to the counter.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Strokes his beard*
Mickey: 'eya Doc. I gots a message for Miss Elfy for her master.
Bereil Yadashem: *Pauses to turn the page*
Mickey: *Holds out a message with a grubby hand*
Mickey: *Picks his nose with the other*
((Pay attention! That's an important detail there!))
Dr. McGillicutty: *Polishes a glass, still looking traumatised from the near-brush with the missus*
Dr. McGillicutty: That be him in the corner, lad.
Mickey: Arright, Doc.
Mickey: *Zips over*
Mickey: *Gawps, eyes wide as saucers*
((Bereil has seated himself in a corner where there is conveniently a placeable of an open tome on the table. Also conveniently, it's quite close to the bar.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Lifts eyes to the kid suspiciously*
Mickey: Watchoo readin mister?
Bereil Yadashem: *Shuts the book* Aye, lad?
Mickey: *Climbs onto the table*
Mickey: *Squats on the table's edge, gawking at the nonsense symbols*
((I am presuming that there are arcane symbols all over the book, inside and out, as with all good magical tomes. Certainly enough symbols to fascinate a country yokel.))
Mickey: Does it have pitchoors? Huh mister?
Bereil Yadashem: Perhaps. What is it ye wish?
Mickey: *Smears a finger on a complex arcane formula, leaving a slimey booger trail* Dat one looks like Bunt juggling three hellifants!
((I told you that detail was important!))
Mickey: *Keeps gawking, the letter in his slightly cleaner hand forgotten*
Bereil Yadashem: *Slaps his hand over the book* Why are ye here!
Mickey: Ey!
Mickey: Are you a mage, mister? Da Doc says yer Miss Elfy mage's teacher.
Bereil Yadashem: That is inevitably correct, lad.
Mickey: I gots me a message to deliver, mister. Came from Mr Jusin. Or was it Kusin? *Scratches head*
Mickey: A message all da way from da big city! But first ya gotta pay up.
Mickey: *Holds out the hand without the letter - the dubious and icky one*
Bereil Yadashem: Pay? *Incredulously*
Mickey: Yessir, a letter from da Pee an' Jey Tours, sir.
Bereil Yadashem: *Deflated* Very well, here ye are, lad. *Reaches in a pocket and tosses a few coins over the desk*
Bereil Yadashem: *Holds out his hand for the letter*
Mickey: Gosh! Mebbe I should study at Ka'azim.
Bereil Yadashem: *Stern look*
Mickey: Thanks mister!
Mickey: *Scoops up the coins, stuffs them down his pants, and runs off*
((And nearly gets away with it too!))
Bereil Yadashem: The letter!
((Curses! He remembered.))
Mickey: Oh yah.
Mickey: Here ya go.
Mickey: *Holds it out*
Bereil Yadashem: *Takes it*
Mickey: *Runs off again*
The Muse : *he forgets to shut the door*
Bereil Yadashem: Children. *Mutters a string of curses*
Bereil Yadashem: *Pockets the letter*
((He walks back to his table in the corner.))
Bereil Yadashem: *Sits back down, and pulls out the letter*
Bereil Yadashem: *Sets it on the table and begins to read*
The Muse : [Tell/Bereil] *The letter is short: Darrrrrrrrrrrrrrrling, I would simply love to meet you at P&J Tours to discuss your request. Be a dear and drop by soon. Just let Calbert know who you are and he'll send you up to have a chat.
((I had actually intended to grab the Nico clone, but then I remembered that Nico was disgraced and had been sent off to stalk Byron, so I sent the boy with the letter instead.))
Bereil Yadashem: Hrm. *Brows wiggle and waggle with a life of their own to the words*
Bereil Yadashem: Now is a good a time as any, I suppose.
Bereil Yadashem: *Pockets the letter, and then the two books, a spoon, and a small cone of ash off the carpet*
Bereil Yadashem: Farewell Doctor, I must appologize for not having the opportunity to enjoy the delectable deliciousness of the soup on my palatte.
Buckshire
Bereil Yadashem: Jusin, to Port Royale.
Port Royale - Pickston and Jessup's Wild Tours
Calbert: Yeah?
Calbert: Whatcha lookin to buy today?
Bereil Yadashem: Calbert, I am here for a meeting.
Calbert: Yeah?
Bereil Yadashem: My name is Bereil Yadashem, ye are to send me up.
Calbert: Oh, right. *Shuffles forward*
((Into Whisper range.))
Calbert: [Whisper] *Mutters* Go on up the stairs then go right and keep headin' right. Then knock on the lab door.
Bereil Yadashem: Very well then.
Calbert: [Whisper] *Knocks on the counter with his knuckles - knock-knock ... knock ... knock-knock-knock*
Bereil Yadashem: You have my thanks.
Calbert: Yeah, up ya go then. She's waitin.
Port Royale - Pickston and Jessup's Wild Tours - Residences
Bereil Yadashem: *Raises his hand*
Bereil Yadashem: *Knock-knock... knock... knock-knock-knock*
The Muse : *The door grinds open and something yanks you by the collar, lifts you into the air, and quickly pulls you inside*
((Beyond the locked door, squished into the tiny ante-room, is a two-headed gigantic bone golem.))
Bereil Yadashem: Unhand me!
((I DM-jump Bereil inside, even though he can walk two steps forward on his own and step inside. Done correctly, from this distance, it has the effect of causing the character model to slide forward as if yanked by an invisible hand.))
Bone Golem: *The smaller skull on the left has glowing green eyes*
((The bone golem models have two heads.))
Bone Golem: Darrrrrrrrling!
Bone Golem: MWAH!
Bone Golem: *Leans forward and slaps its teeth against Bereil's forehead*
((I shut the outer door.))
Bone Golem: I am everrrr so glad to have company, darrling. You cannot imagine.
Bone Golem: *Carries Bereil under its arm*
((I take him inside into the lab.))
Bone Golem: Where do you want to sit? Hmm. Oh gracious no, not in the pot.
((They are standing perilously close to the cauldron in the centre.))
Bone Golem: *Chuckles throatily despite having no throat*
Bereil Yadashem: A chair will suffice. *Resigned to being carried*
Bone Golem: Ohh, you -are- a clever one. I'd clap my hands, darrrling, but I might drop you.
Bone Golem: *Leans over and picks up the chair with its left hand*
((I do some DM magic to turn the lone chair around away from the desk by destroying the current one and spawning a new sittable chair in its place, facing towards the centre of the room.))
Bone Golem: *Plonks Bereil into the chair*
((He sits on the chair.))
Bereil Yadashem: Omph!
Bereil Yadashem: I applaud yer hospitality.
Bone Golem: *Reaches up and removes the leftmost skull with a POP sound*
Esmerelda: Now then, darrrrrrrling.
((The bone golem collapses to the floor on its back, and the normal Esmerelda appears beside it.))
Bereil Yadashem: Aye, dear?
Esmerelda: *Ignores the borrowed body as it clatters to the ground*
Esmerelda: These marrrvellous things you are asking for, my dear.
Esmerelda: I am very curious *eyes flash witchfire green* as to what you will be doing with them! I have been soooo bored here.
Esmerelda: Ever so bored! I was glad to have a peek at your letter and wonder at the -mystery- of it.
Bereil Yadashem: I would be delighted to share the details.
Esmerelda: I knew you would be entertaining, darrrling. Do tell, do tell.
Esmerelda: Grim-meee. *Sing-song*
Esmerelda: Come over and record the nice man's story.
Bereil Yadashem: *Pulls out a chipped tea cup from a pocket, and a flask from another*
The Master's Grimoire: *Flutters over*
The Master's Grimoire: *Flips upside-down and lands in Bereil's lap, a double blank page landing face-up*
Bereil Yadashem: *Fills the teacup with cold tea*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah ha... very good. *Glances to the scribe*
Esmerelda: Don't mind Grimmy. He'll record all by himself.
Bereil Yadashem: Aye, I was simply curious as to how it would operate.
Bereil Yadashem: *Sips the cold tea*
The Master's Grimoire: *Words begin to appear*
Bereil Yadashem: While I absolutely admire those who can habitually carry out their lives with the loss of a limb, I unfortunately cannot. It impedes my studies.
The Master's Grimoire: *Flutters off , words still writing themselves on its pages*
The Master's Grimoire: *Mills about restlessly*
((I couldn't get it to keep still, even after disabling the AI.))
Bereil Yadashem: Thus the need of an arm, flesh, and bone structure intact.
Bereil Yadashem: The procedure of animating it to the specifications required as to conform with my own mind, and body's movements will be quite simple. Tertiary details.
Bereil Yadashem: The need for the flesh of course is to remain incognito amongst the populace and not to ah, raise alarm. If ye so duly understand me.
((Heh. I get the gist but he sure likes to talk in circles and pretend to sound smart. I'm not sure Esmerelda got a word of that.))
Bereil Yadashem: On another note entirely the two women are required for the perfection of a spell I have been studying over a number of years.
Bereil Yadashem: Ever since the resurgence of creepers I have been seeking a weapon against them. One that does not require constant attention.
Bereil Yadashem: Thus I invented Summon Amaranth.
Esmerelda: Crrreepers, darrling? What are they?
Esmerelda: They sound simply adorrrable.
Bereil Yadashem: Ah, a pseudonym for extentions of void that occasionally escape the boundries of Maldovia.
Esmerelda: Why women, darrrrling? Wouldn't you rather have one of those? *Nods to the bone construct*
Esmerelda: Ever so much more effective for fighting and whatnot.
Bereil Yadashem: Evidence suggests that forms of the femenine persuasion are more likely to enrapture the attention and interest of adventurers and other do-gooders.
((He might have rambled and said something. I think I lost the Listener while dragging him inside, and I was busy in an empty room next door cataloging all the giantesses in the palette. Bereil had previously mentioned, OOC, that nothing less than a giantess would do for the spell.))
Bereil Yadashem: Physique, bone structure, range of motion, durability, resistances, weaknesses, character. All these must be noted and categoried.
Bereil Yadashem: All things considered the Summon could theoretically simply have the appearance of a weapon. Yet again in such a situation-
Bereil Yadashem: We lose the idea dynamic that is a breathing creature that other individuals may find themselves safe in its vicinity.
Bereil Yadashem: Granted none should trust a summon any more than they do its summoner. But such theoretics escape adventurers often times.
Esmerelda: *Clacks her jaws together*
((If she had eyes to glaze over, they would.))
Esmerelda: Well, darrrrling, as to the matter of finding a female body, I should think that a giantess will do - and no less.
Esmerelda: Ah, but they are priestesses of the sisters. *Eyes glimmer with green light*
Bereil Yadashem: Now as to the subject of the case of wine. Welll quite simply I myself, and my test subjects will require refreshments over the course of the experimentation.
Bereil Yadashem: Are they all now?
Esmerelda: *Suddenly lunges forward, headbutting Bereil* I have just the answer, darrrling!
((She has a habit of doing that.))
Esmerelda: To the women, I mean. Not the wine.
Bereil Yadashem: Och!
Esmerelda: *Teeth rattle*
Esmerelda: *KLONK*
Esmerelda: Melphus!
Bereil Yadashem: *Puts a hand to the spot where his head was butted*
Esmerelda: If anyone can get a hold of those giantesses for you, he can. My dear, you shall journey with Melphus to find some giantesses.
Esmerelda: *Cackles a wild, high and hysterical cackle*
((If you have ever heard her laugh, it is a hilarious, insane cackle.))
Bereil Yadashem: Indeed. He is a master of certain persuasions. *Strokes his beard, forgetting the injury*
Bereil Yadashem: Well travelled as well.
Esmerelda: Now, as to the wine, well, I shall leave that to Jessup to figure out. He'll know what to do.
((Hrm, mushroom wine?))
Esmerelda: Are you sure you don't want Midoran wine, darrrling? It's lovely. So I'm told.
Esmerelda: *Cackles again*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah. I shall leave the choice to Jessup's experienced taste.
Esmerelda: As to the arrrm, darrrling, have you not had the dear Sister Tasha have a look at it?
Bereil Yadashem: Nay.
Bereil Yadashem: Nay.Esmerelda: And whatever happened to it? Is that another story for Grimmy. Grim-meee, come over here and say hello, stop being anti-social.
((Have you ever had one of those annoying aunts...))
Bereil Yadashem: It only requires flesh to make the appearance that it is in fact an ordinary arm.
The Master's Grimoire: *Flits over reluctantly, like a child forced to say hello to strange relatives*
The Master's Grimoire: *Words are still writing themselves on the pages*
Esmerelda: *Floats over to Bereil's left side*
Bereil Yadashem: Well. The loss of the arm is rather complicated.
Bereil Yadashem: The flesh, to be precise.
Esmerelda: Surely darrrling, you could just cut it off cleanly.
Esmerelda: Look at me. No arrrms and enjoying it. It's fah-bu-lous.
Esmerelda: I recommend it sometime, my dear. Perhaps you'd like to just be a skull! Wouldn't that be grand. I'd have company.
Esmerelda: *Cackles again*
Bereil Yadashem: Perhaps in another century.
Esmerelda: *Drops onto the desk with a CLONK*
Esmerelda: Now look. Darrrling. *Adopts a businesslike tone*
Bereil Yadashem: *Looks*
Esmerelda: If you are going to use a giantess or two, you will need the most powerful kind of giantess you can find.
Esmerelda: Not the fire or ice priestesses, oh no. Stronger stuff than that, I'm talking, darrrling.
Esmerelda: I mean, *the skull rotates on the desk*
Bereil Yadashem: Hrm?
Esmerelda: they say -purple- is the new black. So there you have it. Perhaps you can find a purple giantess.
Bereil Yadashem: *Strokes his beard*
Bereil Yadashem: It is a rather noble color. Though there may be some recriminations over using such a color.
Esmerelda: Tut tut.
Esmerelda: Nothing less than purple, darrrling. Or else you've have a weak little thing.
Bereil Yadashem: Purple. Lofty, king- rather Queen-like.
Esmerelda: Darrrling, really. I am not king-like and I sparkle purple.
Esmerelda: *Twinkles*
Bereil Yadashem: Yet ye are a queen.
Esmerelda: Why, I ought to have said pink, but that would be simply -absurd-.
Bereil Yadashem: *Shudders*
Bereil Yadashem: *At the thought of pink*
Esmerelda: So we are agreed, then! Purple, darrrling. And Melphus too.
Esmerelda: And the wine, well, Jessup can take care of that. And the arm - well, darrrling, if the priestess cannot heal it, no one can. So there.
Bereil Yadashem: *Stands suddenly* Ah! Inspiration! If it had the attributes of Melphus!
Bereil Yadashem: Ever shifting, changing, adapting to its surroundings and beyond!
Esmerelda: Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, darrrling.
Esmerelda: You haven't even gotten two purple giantesses yet. Tut tut.
Esmerelda: You can start counting the chickens after they hatch.
Esmerelda: *Zips in a circle around Bereil*
Bereil Yadashem: My next project then.
Bereil Yadashem: Considering the suggestion is yers where might I get in touch with Melphus?
Esmerelda: Oh, never fear. I'll let him know, darrling. He should be announcing a tour come the end of the week.
Esmerelda: *Eyes glimmer* And now, as to the subject of payment.... darrrling.
Bereil Yadashem: Ah. A perfect opportunity. A tour.
Bereil Yadashem: Aye, payment.
((I change the music to something more sinister and start increasing the amount of fog incrementally. The area darkens and becomes sinister. Also note, the door shuts and locks when you enter the lab.))
Bereil Yadashem casts Light
Esmerelda: Come in, come in. Into the circle now, don't be shy.
Bereil Yadashem: *Examines the circle*
Esmerelda: *Bobs around gleefully like a skipping child*
Bereil Yadashem: [DM] *Spellcraft*
Esmerelda: Right into the middle now. -Darrrling-.
Esmerelda: We haven't got all day, my dear.
Bereil Yadashem: [DM] Spellcraft Check, Roll 1d20: 7 + Modifier: 45 = Total: 52
((I have no idea what I need the summoning circle for or why he has to stand there, so I make something up and send him a Tell.))
Esmerelda : [Tell] *It is plainly a summoning circle*
Esmerelda: Now, my dear. You have been very entertaining today, oh yes. And I've been ever so bored.
Esmerelda: And really all I ask is very small. Just a little more entertainment.
((She hasn't actually even given him anything now that I think about it...))
Esmerelda: You may have heard of a man. A man named...
Bereil Yadashem: *Arcs a brow*
Esmerelda: -Willom Wilde-
((I'm making this up as I go. As usual.))
Esmerelda: *the name bursts from her like a shriek*
((Wail of the Banshee VFX))
Bereil Yadashem: Aye.
Esmerelda: *Bobs over to the fallen corpse, which sits up and reattaches her as the left skull*
((Well, bone construct, not corpse... never mind.))
Bone Golem: *The two heads speak as one*
Bone Golem: He was charged with finding the secret of Serapha's Gown or else his life would be forfeit. *The big skull booms while the small skull's eyes glimmer green*
Bone Golem: *The little one talks slightly out of sync*
Bone Golem: ...life... forfeit...
Bone Golem: We would be upset
Bone Golem: very upset *says the little one*
Bone Golem: if this came to pass
Bone Golem: Jessup does adore him darrrrling *says the little one*
Bereil Yadashem: So say we all.
Bone Golem: This witch we have met once
Bone Golem: we would ask you to
Bone Golem: find her
Bone Golem: persuade her *says the big one*
Bone Golem: by any means necessary *says the little one with glee*
Bone Golem: to leave Mister Wilde alone
Bone Golem: and unto you *continues the big one*
Bone Golem: falls the task of discovering
Bone Golem: the secret of Serapha's Gown *says the little one*
Bone Golem: It will be fah-bu-lously entertaining, I am sure *the little one continues*
Bereil Yadashem: ... what?
Bereil Yadashem: Rather. I do mean to say, that is fantastic. Bloody well done. A plan that has absolutely no faults within it.
Bone Golem: To you falls the task of finding the secret of Serapha's Gown. And also of finding and persuading the witch who set this task upon Mr Wilde... to take her threats...
Bone Golem: elsewhere *says the little one*
Bone Golem: *The construct extends an arm - its left one*
Bereil Yadashem: That should not prove difficult.
Bone Golem: Then we have a deal, darrrling? *says the little one*
SERVER : [DM] Notice: Server will auto reset in 10 minute(s).
Bereil Yadashem: Ye provide me with the information ye've imparted with already, and in return I am to do this task.
Bone Golem: To aid you in your task...
((Well, I had to do something with the summoning circle and he is at least smart enough to know that he's not getting a very good deal... sooo...))
Bone Golem: your own task and these that I have set you...
Bone Golem: *POP*
Bone Golem: *Removes the arm*
Bone Golem: *Hurls it at the ground, but it goes through the ground*
((Power Word Kill VFX, and something appears in the circle right next to Bereil, nearly crowding him out))
Cornugon Lord: *Snarls*
Bereil Yadashem: Ah. G'day.
Bereil Yadashem: Any other arms to spare?
Bone Golem: That should be sufficient to aid you in finding your giantesses and convincing the witch... darrrling.
Cornugon Lord: *Rasps* Plenty... in NETHAR'U.. mortal
Cornugon Lord: if you dare to take them
((Hmmm, that is actually not a bad idea for... anyway. Carry on.))
Bereil Yadashem: I presume ye have a name.
Cornugon Lord: *Snarls some guttural syllables in a language no human could replicate*
Cornugon Lord: *Hot spittle flies everywhere*
Bone Golem: Grim-meee *sing-songs*
Bereil Yadashem: Bill! 'Tis an honor to meet yer acquaintance. I look forward to our working partnership.
Bone Golem: *Snatches the book out of the air with the remaining arm, and tears out a page with the little skull's teeth*
Bone Golem: *Holds out the page to Bereil* Step out of the circle and take that.
Bereil Yadashem: *Does so*
Bone Golem: Demon. Sign.
Cornugon Lord: Hrrr.
Cornugon Lord: *Places a scaly finger between its teeth*
Cornugon Lord: *CRUNCH*
((No, he doesn't bite his own finger off. Just bites into it.))
Cornugon Lord: *Holds out its left hand, finger extended, and lets the blood drop from the bitten finger*
Bereil Yadashem: A wonder why they do not get hungry.
Cornugon Lord: *It spatters and sizzles on the parchment, leaving a splotch of blood and a singed hole*
Bone Golem: Thrice you may summon the demon. After the third, take care to destroy the page - but not before.
Bone Golem: Now, dismiss it.
Bereil Yadashem: *Makes a gesture to the demon while holding the page* Bill, yer dismissed.
((The music returns to normal and the black fog recedes as the demon vanishes in another flash of flashy VFX.))
Bone Golem: Wasn't that fun, darrrling? Well, toodle-oo. I suppose I shall be seeing you around sometime.
Bereil Yadashem: Indeed.
SERVER : [DM] Notice: Server will auto reset in 1 minute(s).
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Re: DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 15 Jul 2013 10:20 PM |
Moving to the public forums!
This one's for Bereil and Elk to peek at. *Cackles* I laughed SO hard reading it again. Pizza and coffee without milk, hahaaaaa! |
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Re: DMs: Bereil the Pale Master
Posted: 16 Jul 2013 09:13 AM |
The Wyrmheart Fox (2 of 2)
Bereil Yadashem: Falla woomink falla nezchri ani rotze pizza achshav. *Eyes roll back from the pain and starts to incant*
(("Gibberish, I want a pizza now."))
Bereil Yadashem: Kafka kaffe ani rotze achshav!
Shihaya'zad : [Tell] ok, that one had me. he´s casting pizza and kafka. and i won´t start about rotze :D
(("Kafka coffee I want now!"))
((I have figured out by this point that he's speaking Hebrew, but I have no idea what he's saying. I don't think elk's gotten that far; he's assuming he's using nonsense words.))
Bereil Yadashem: Bli halav! Bli halav!
((Yes, that definitely looks like Hebrew.))
(("No milk! No milk!"))
The Jester : [Tell] That's hebrew he's using, if you were wondering.
The Muse : [DM] I guessed from the last one.
Shihaya'zad : [Tell] do i know what he´s babbling there?
The Muse : [Tell] Utter nonsense!
((As far as Vives languages are concerned.))
The Jester : [Tell] Loose translation: he wants pizza and he wants coffee without milk :P
The Muse : [DM] ROFL
((Classic!))
Shihaya'zad: Hm
Bereil Yadashem: Yesh li sukar! Shnei capiyot!
(("I have sugar! Two spoons!"))
Bereil Yadashem: Ma od!? Lo yodeia ma lomar!
(("What else?! Don't know what to say!"))
Bereil Yadashem: Hazir! Tarnegul! Koomkoom!
(("Pig! Chicken! Kettle!"))
Bereil Yadashem: *Lets go of the small heart* Tilech! Taarid atzmecha min hayad sheli!
(("Go! Get yourself off my hand!"))
Bereil Yadashem: Tikach et hayad sheli. Ani noten lecha mazal! Mazal!
(("Take my hand. I give you luck! Luck!"))
((This is one of those instances where you want to resist making the "and so's your mother!" or "that's what SHE said!" or "I know you are, but what am I?" jokes.))
Had to leave some of those other comments in. But that's the gist of what Bereil was saying. Hahahahaha! This made me laugh. I forgot how fun and funny this moment was, everything I ever RP'd was ad-lib on the spot. |
CHOO CHOO!
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Bereil Yadashem.
Markus Mortriety, Herald of Novus Aristi. |
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