Return to Mareth (In Game)
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Shizu cuts in quickly, not wanting to have to explain her following of the salamander. "No... just met. Who was that other fellow you were talking to before?".
The three women arrived at the stone keep in the center of town to find Draanok already waiting outside the counsel chamber. A pair of guards stood on either side of the door, baring anyone from entering. When asked, they would simply reply that the counsel members were still convening. [Anyone who cares to may roll to Discern Realities (2d6+wisdom modifier for the newbies) but don't bother asking the typical questions, I'll tell you what happens this time.]
[Woops.]
Draanok had arrived at the magister's tower to find the same old man at the reception desk, along with his weapon. The glaive had been freshly polished, and wrapped in wax paper, though it didn't smell like traditional oil had been used to clean it. Whatever they had used to clean it, the blade shimmered in the light once it was unwrapped. The elder mage then explained to him that they had divined the enchantment on the weapon. As if the dragon engraving on the blade were not a clear enough indicator, the glaive possessed a powerful flame magic tied to it. All the wielder had to do was invoke the word 'inferno' and a gout of searing flame would surge from the blade, blasting anything in front of it.
With that business concluded, Draanok had felt it was time to get going, although the old man welcomed him to return anytime.
[Mechanically, on a hack and slash roll of 10+ you may apply damage to every enemy within the weapon's reach.]
Draanok had arrived at the magister's tower to find the same old man at the reception desk, along with his weapon. The glaive had been freshly polished, and wrapped in wax paper, though it didn't smell like traditional oil had been used to clean it. Whatever they had used to clean it, the blade shimmered in the light once it was unwrapped. The elder mage then explained to him that they had divined the enchantment on the weapon. As if the dragon engraving on the blade were not a clear enough indicator, the glaive possessed a powerful flame magic tied to it. All the wielder had to do was invoke the word 'inferno' and a gout of searing flame would surge from the blade, blasting anything in front of it.
With that business concluded, Draanok had felt it was time to get going, although the old man welcomed him to return anytime.
[Mechanically, on a hack and slash roll of 10+ you may apply damage to every enemy within the weapon's reach.]
[Got it.]
He thanks the mages and walks back to the council hall, walking up to the group of women.
He thanks the mages and walks back to the council hall, walking up to the group of women.
The group had arrived a little ahead of schedule, and so were forced to pass the time in the hall outside the council room. Castella, who was sitting on a bench closest to the door, leaned back to rest her head against the wall, when suddenly she noticed something. Several muffled voices on the other side of the wall, seemed to be yelling. It also sounded as if heavy furniture was being moved around.
Shizu stood a few feet away from the salamander, she made her feel.... uncomfortable.... Noticing the new arrival, Daarnok, she looks to him. She had seen him around before. They passed by each other multiple times before. She gave him quick look over taking mental note of the interesting weapon in his hand.
Castella could hear a rhythmic thumping sound, as well as the scraping of wood upon stone. She could also make out the strained grunts and squeals of to people. "Will you hurry up?" came the deep voice of Mayor Osric. "The guests are probably already here."
"They can wait a few more minutes," cried Guildmistress Cera. "After that last meeting I need to unwind a little. Now, will you quit holding back and fuck me!" the councilwoman cried. As she listened, Castella heard the noises on the other side of the wall increase in volume, as did the moans and cries of bliss.
"They can wait a few more minutes," cried Guildmistress Cera. "After that last meeting I need to unwind a little. Now, will you quit holding back and fuck me!" the councilwoman cried. As she listened, Castella heard the noises on the other side of the wall increase in volume, as did the moans and cries of bliss.
Shizu looks over to Castella, seeing how her ear was pressed to the wall. she was going to do that but it seems she beat her to it.
"What do you hear? Are they still setting up?", she asked one eyebrow raised.
"What do you hear? Are they still setting up?", she asked one eyebrow raised.
"I'm willing to be like two hundred gems that someone is fucking inside. Who, nobody knows, but someone's definitely fucking." He sighs.
Castella was fortunate to have her enchanted undergarments on, as the sound from the other side of the wall reached a fever pitch that she could hear, even without pressing her ear to the masonry. The grunts and moans grew louder, and louder, before finally culminating in a shriek of ecstasy, and dying down.
Several minutes passed, before the chamberlain, a young mouse-morph, emerged from the room. "The city council will see you now," he declared.
Several minutes passed, before the chamberlain, a young mouse-morph, emerged from the room. "The city council will see you now," he declared.
Shizu just looked on at girl eyes wide and the barest hint of flush visible on bits of her cheeks sticking out of her scarf. She coughed and said, "Uh, right lead the way......", she said with a curt bow.