A Dragons Will, and the reading thereof.

[D20ragon]

Once upon a time, a fair while ago, in a land rather far from ours, a great Dragon, called and known as Tsardendalos died. His armor was like tenfold shields, his teeth were swords, his claws spears, the shock of his tail was a thunderbolt, his wings a hurricane, yes, I suppose his breath was death.
All of these things, however impressive they might have sounded on paper, did not change the fact that 'Dalos, (as his.... acquaintances-who-weren't-enemies called him), had grown old, and, as all things do, eventually died. For so comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
Now, here arose the problem.
Tsardendalos had been extremely long lived, even for a Dragon. He was hale and hearty when his relatives and friends were entering their twilight, and indeed, when he reached that stage of his long life, he remained in it for a good 2000 years.
And when he finally did die, 'Dalos left behind a hoard larger then most.
He was known for his traveling, and always managed to bring back a few precious oddities to increase his wealth.
Now, Dragons being Dragons, all of his relatives, no matter how distant, were eager to come to the reading of the will, hoping in their deep, Draconic hearts that perhaps 'Dalos hadn't hated them Quite as much as he let on.
Dragons of all shapes and sizes, a few of the more intelligent drakes, kobolds by the dozen, and even some sorcerers claiming to have been distantly related traveled far and wide, till they reached the vast cave mouth of the late Dragons home.
Mixed in behind them, and above, and between and around them, stood and fluttered six half dragons.
They had been dragged along, or bribed, or lost their way, or came of their own accord, and now they waited in the huge line of Dragon-ish folk, and waited for their turn to enter the cave.

[Socksy]

((This is sooo groovy.))

[Metahuman1]

Rorick shook his head a bit at the gathering, the big man leaning a bit on the haft of his weapon, twitching his wings abit to get more comfortable. He ran a hand through his dark red hair, silver eyes swiveling back and forth between and among the rather varied gathering.

He was hear because Lucilia had gotten wind of the matter, and reasoned that he may as well go and find out if he was, in fact, related to this particular dragon, on the off chance he might be left something of value. And Rorick was pragmatic enough not to turn down money for the cost of a relatively short and uneventful trip in between jobs and personal tasks, so he took that suggestion, which was how the lightly armored man with a mix of human and ebon dragon features came to stand in this line.

He wasn't someone who struggled to keep still, but he didn't enjoy it, and since he had time to kill it seemed, he opened his mouth, smiling and generally friendly, his usual manner for light conversation.

"So, where do you hail from?"

Not my greatest intro but I had limited time to put it up. Whomever wants to reply to that first can take it as being directed at them.

[DracoDei]

Whisp (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=827198) mostly came here to socialize with his peers.

He purses his lips after getting settled into his place in the crowd (hovering at least 10' above the ground if acceptable), and slowly exhales a mist in a rainbow progression (plus magenta) of colors followed by a large amount of sky blue. He glances around to make sure nobody is strongly objecting to this, and then forms the rainbow portions into a large loop and a small loop, both joined from red to violet by the magenta. He bows his head and manipulates the smaller fog band as if with his fingers*, meanwhile, above and behind him, a giant duplicate of his hands, made of the

*Despite the fact that the fog can't actually interact with his hands any more than any other gas can be moved by hands... and less so since this is magically self-stabilizing to a degree, so he is actually telekinetically manipulating it to make it LOOK like his fingers are interacting with it.


Using one of my 3 daily breath weapon uses.
Social Rolls to avoid getting in trouble for using his breath weapon.

Generic Wisdom to know social standards for such an occasion if they weren't mentioned (or use below diplomacy roll). [roll0]
Sense Motive to judge initial reactions. [roll1]0
Diplomacy to ask either permission or forgiveness (unless we are going to RP either, in which case we will use a roll AFTER the roleplaying) [roll2]

Craft[Sky-Painting] [roll3] (probably a reasonably high difficulty to this trick... which maybe cancels out because it is that much more impressive to the degree I pull it off).
Generic Dexterity to keep fingers in-sync with smaller loop [roll4]

[Jormengand]

Pedro (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=828707) was not sure why he had come here. He supposed that the wealth offered might be of some use to him, but he doubted it greatly. Perhaps he was here to see if anyone else made the realisation he had made.

But no, he was here for a simpler reason; he wanted to be. Fulfilling your desires was, after all, the key to eradicating them, was it not? Thinking on this a moment longer, he looked up, and sighed. Right now, he didn't even know what to do next. So, he did what he always did.

Nothing.

[Grim Portent]

Fuegan pushed his way past a gaggle of kobolds, nodding to them as he passed by. The crowd of dragons and dragon-kind was the largest he had ever seen and it filled him with pride to behold such a gathering of mighty creatures, though the presence of mere mortals, albeit ones who claimed distant draconic lineage, irritated him beyond measure. Looking around he saw dragons, drakes and kobolds of all shapes, colours and sizes, though few of his own kind.

The possibility of adding to his own meager hoard as a result of the day was a possibility in his mind, but even more this was about the chance to pay homage to one of the oldest dragons that had ever lived.

[OracleofSilence]

Dusan stares at the crowd around him, keeping a somewhat forced grin as he maneuvers his way forwards. Sure, he had reasons to be here, wealth was never a bad thing, and it was always possible he could make some connections... But was it worth it? He remembered tails of draconic politics from his father, and shivered slightly. Everyone was nice and polite now, but it was in the air: the moment someone powerful enough was displeased by their lot, this whole place could go straight to hell...

Still, it was rather fun, wasn't it? The sights, the sounds, the constant stink of sulfur...

[Socksy]

My half-Copper, who really needs a cute Elven name, catches sight of the sky painting. She had only come because she'd heard rumours there would be partying and merriness (is that a word) afterwards, but she, unlike some others, really couldn't stay still for the time necessary to get to the end. Wondering just exactly what the sky painter was and how he was making such pretty, colorful things, she stretched out her wings and took a running leap up and towards him, four lumps of knitted... something whizzing rapidly about her head.

"Hi! That's, like, totally groovy. I mean, umm. Thou art... Groovy-eth?" She says, flying around him. [Diplomacy:1d20+0=18] She smiles confidently as if she actually said something acceptably formal, trying not to wince at her own butchered speech. Why did she spend so long training her stealth and not a single day learning formal speech? The world may never know.

[DracoDei]

Whisp manages to restrain his recklessness enough to not push his luck by trying to maintain the motions while talking... barely.

"Why thank you! Just doing my non-so-humble best to keep people entertained while we are waiting. Quite a crowd. Too bad I can't pass a hat for various reasons..."

[Socksy]

She zooms about him, swirling and flipping [Tumble:1d20+8=27] in midair, mouth going at great speed.
"Is it because you forgot your hat? I think I have one somewhere! My mother was worried about sunburn, so she packed one in my bag for me! Hats are pretty cool, actually, I used to have one made out of a stuffed bear's head! And another one which glowed in the dark! I totally wanted to be a sorcerer, then I could make the one my mother gave me change colours and flash and glow blue when Orcs are near, like in... Um... That one trilogy that's a sequel to that other thing, what's it called, something about a halfling! I totally want a Ring of Invisibility! Just one which isn't a lich's phyl-" She claps her hands over her mouth. "Never mind! Forget I said that! Spoilers!"

[DracoDei]

"No, it is just that I don't think busking is acceptable in what is technically a gathering for a solomn legal purpose. Plus... well, I rather suspect that most of those present here vary from 'frugal' to outright 'miserly' with their coin." replies Whisp, easily keeping up with the speed of speech since it was actually fairly common in his family.

[Socksy]

"Oh. Well, I still think hats are cool. Here, I think..." She lands underneath him and pulls her bag off her shoulders, rummaging. "Yes! Here it is!"

A hat is retrieved, and it's obvious it was homemade, dropped stitches everywhere, with a large leather brim poorly attached with magic to the rest of the beanie-type design.

"It's so cool! It's like a soft knitted hat and a formal hat at the same time! My mother made it specially for me, and sometimes it giggles and tries to lick me, but my father said that's a mishap and I really should be more careful when I'm trying to work on enchanting items! Well, not enchanting, I can't do magic! Psi-chanting? No, that just makes it sound like regular chanting but done by a Psion! Aaanyway, I tried to make it augment my psionics when I wear it, but I had no idea how to do that, so now it just makes weird noises and licks people instead of actually being enhanced. It tickles actually! Want to try it on?"

[DracoDei]

"I should love to at some later time." say Whisp.

[Socksy]

"Great! Hey, I reckon I could land it on your head from here!"

[DracoDei]

"Later! But tell me, what sorts of things do you like to do with the arts of pure mind?"

[Socksy]

"...Well, I made a hat which licked people. But mostly, I use my powers to get places fast, and make stuff blow up! I lead caravans through the Astral Plane sometimes, and it's so amazing. Sometimes there are pirates! Knights on flying carpets! Githyanki detecting psionics to try to kill illithids! And portals that are all glowy and can easily cause people to wind up on Mechanus and totally NOT switch two of the really tiny gears about to see what'll happen!" She is, of course, referring to smaller, almost decorative gears, and not anything large or important.

[Metahuman1]

Well, maybe he should have seen it coming form a large gathering of people who were or were descended from dragons, but truth be told, Rorick was surprised by and unused too being more or less ignored when he tried to be chatty. And it would have been one thing if everyone was such, but others were getting to there own conversations and activities as the waiting ensued, so, this was actually fairly baffling to him.

He watched on as a group of other Half Dragons of assorted flavors chatted, at least too having a particular bend toward being hyper active it seemed, keeping to himself for the moment with a faint smile.

[OracleofSilence]

Would this crowd never move? This was starting to look like a complete waste of... The hell was that? Who was doing sky painting? Dusan, leaps into the air and begins approaching the apparent origin of the strange artwork, Listening with steadily growing confusion to the voices issuing from it. A hat? Why was a hat so important... Wait, it was licking people? Stranger and stranger. He lands quietly near the group and walks towards them "The hat did what now? Illithid sky pirates? Gear shifting githyanki? Someones been living an interesting life!"

[DracoDei]

"Indeed she has... or perhaps she is the sort of storyteller who keeps his story interesting by placing themselves at the center of them. I don't particularly care which, since either way passes the time equally well!"

[Socksy]

"The hat licks people! That thing where baby sorcerers or wizards mess things up by accident happens to manifesters too, you know!" She pouts at them exaggeratedly.
The hat giggles disturbingly as she holds it out. It sounds like a monster clown crossed with an anime villain.

[DracoDei]

(I accidentally lost what was here while trying to grab the color for a later post... sorry).

[Socksy]

"Only a couple of decades! And, come to think about it, it hasn't changed at all! Hehe, funny story, once, as a joke, I swapped it with the one mother made father, and he totally put it on and got licked! He squealed like a little girl because, because its tongue went in his, his, his ear!!" She laughs loudly as she gets to the end of her short tale, barely able to complete it.

The hat isn't poisonous or anything, nor is it sentient in any way. It's just a failed attempt at making a Psionic item.

[D20ragon]

Well, maybe he should have seen it coming form a large gathering of people who were or were descended from dragons, but truth be told, Rorick was surprised by and unused too being more or less ignored when he tried to be chatty. And it would have been one thing if everyone was such, but others were getting to there own conversations and activities as the waiting ensued, so, this was actually fairly baffling to him.

He watched on as a group of other Half Dragons of assorted flavors chatted, at least too having a particular bend toward being hyper active it seemed, keeping to himself for the moment with a faint smile.


The hyper kids in the sky.
Those your friends?
A sharp voice cut into Roricks mind like acid through steel.
Quite the show offs, aren't they. No respect for the deceased. Then again, what can you expect from half breeds?

[OracleofSilence]

Dusan smiles at the story, then turns to the others gathered around the energetic half dragon "I must say, I am somewhat surprised. Its not often to see people with such a lively sense of humor at the reading of a dragons will. What brings you here in particular?"

[DracoDei]

"Quite frankly, I'm mostly here to meet other dragons and related types. Biggest gathering of the scaly and mostly winged sort I've heard of. I think I saw my great aunt, but whoever it was was just buzzing the place to prove they could, despite the security." says Whisp.

[Metahuman1]

The hyper kids in the sky.
Those your friends?
A sharp voice cut into Roricks mind like acid through steel.
Quite the show offs, aren't they. No respect for the deceased. Then again, what can you expect from half breeds?

Mind on mind was a new one on Rorick, and he glanced about before answering, trying to place who the speaker was.

"Just met them, not had an introduction yet, so, no, not friends precisely. Of course, who's to say a bit of levity at a time like this isn't a good thing? That the deceased wouldn't have taken a bit of amusement and, as an extension, pleasure form it?"

He let the half breed comment slide for the moment, now wasn't really the time. And beyond that, he was calm, collected, and smooth, very much his normal demeanor.

[roll0]

[roll1]

First one's a spot check to try and pin point who's talking to me. The second is a diplomacy check to get into the other party in this conversations good graces, and if possible improve there attitude toward me/us.

[Socksy]

"I'm here cause someone said there was going to be a party afterwards! And that there would be loads of people! And I wanted to see the huge heap of treasure! And tell puns and do tricks and talk to people! Plus I heard you can get to some really pretty bits of the Astral plane really easily from here so I'm going to go do that afterwards maybe!!" Excited fluttering and bouncing.

[Grim Portent]

Noticing a commotion a short distance away Fuegan stopped growling at the nearby sorcerers to take a closer look. Leaping into the air with his wings, a thin plume of smoke trailing from him, he glided closer to the small group before him. As he drew nearer he noticed that all were at least partly dragonblooded, though each looked quite different.

"I'm pleased to see that there are more of our kind here than just myself, I assume you've all come to pay your respects to Tsardendalos. It is a shame that so powerful a dragon is dead. But I am forgetting myself, my name is Fuegan and it a pleasure to meet each of you."

[D20ragon]

Mind on mind was a new one on Rorick, and he glanced about before answering, trying to place who the speaker was.

"Just met them, not had an introduction yet, so, no, not friends precisely. Of course, who's to say a bit of levity at a time like this isn't a good thing? That the deceased wouldn't have taken a bit of amusement and, as an extension, pleasure form it?"

He let the half breed comment slide for the moment, now wasn't really the time. And beyond that, he was calm, collected, and smooth, very much his normal demeanor.

[roll0]

[roll1]

First one's a spot check to try and pin point who's talking to me. The second is a diplomacy check to get into the other party in this conversations good graces, and if possible improve there attitude toward me/us.



Old Dalos? Hardly!
A snort sounds through your consciousness.
Man could hardly stand Christmas with the family.
Anyway, at my funeral proceedings, I can assure you no buskers will be invited.
The voice is still sneering, but slightly more good humored.

[Metahuman1]

"Maybe, didn't ever have the pleasure of meeting him in person so can't really say. Then again, if he didn't much like Christmas with the family, maybe the idea of the family funeral including sky painting and merry making would have brought him an Ironic sort of chuckle.

Though, if you care to give me your name I'd have no objections to letting word get to the organizers that you want such activity's strictly barred from the affair." He kept it polite and civil, by now he was betting a grumpy dragon on the older side of the hill, though he had no real way just yet of confirming that.

As the new comer came into the groups antics, Rorick turned to him, smiling just a bit.

"Rorick Longhalft. Pleasure, circumstances none withstanding, I'm sure."

[DracoDei]

Noticing a commotion a short distance away Fuegan stopped growling at the nearby sorcerers to take a closer look. Leaping into the air with his wings, a thin plume of smoke trailing from him, he glided closer to the small group before him. As he drew nearer he noticed that all were at least partly dragonblooded, though each looked quite different.

"I'm pleased to see that there are more of our kind here than just myself, I assume you've all come to pay your respects to Tsardendalos. It is a shame that so powerful a dragon is dead. But I am forgetting myself, my name is Fuegan and it a pleasure to meet each of you."
"Quite frankly, I mostly came to socialize and promote calm. I've no illusions that the departed even knew who I was. I was quite honest with the people charged with keeping the crowd size reasonable, but they let me in anyway, since, as I said, I'm promoting calm."

[Socksy]

"I'm here to socialise! Dad said there might be other half-elves here too! I wonder if they'll look like me? I haven't really talked to many other half-elves!" She tosses her hat up in the air and catches it on her head, where it starts drooling harmless ectoplasm into her hair."Then I'm going off to the Astral Plane! It's going to be so fun! Except I'm meant to be going to the Shadow Plane eventually but it's dark there so I've been putting it off but apparently the Astral Plane is really pretty in the overlap with here so I'll-" Gaaaasp. -probably just mess about there for a few weeks and say I got lost!"

[DracoDei]

"I see... and who would hold such an expedition against you such that you would need to claim anything but the actual truth? Over-protective family perhaps? Understand, I've nothing necessarily against misinforming an over-bearing parent or snooty types, I am merely curious." Whisp says, doing a more simple 10' long butterfly circling around himself where he hovers, at a radius of about 50 feet.

[Socksy]

"My dad always wants to know where I am! He's a Dragon, I don't see why he can't just Scry on me. Perhaps it doesn't work between planes or something. But I think he won't mind too much if I'm on a completely different plane of existence to the one I said I was on, he can just get someone to cast Sending! Any of you guys have any idea how Scrying works?"

She realises she hasn't introduced herself to everyone properly.
"I'm Morwenna, by the way!"

[DracoDei]

"I'm Whisp, and...", he pauses as he re-forms his fog into a giant sky-blue question mark over his head then makes an odd motion near his ear as if removing a pair of goggles,"I haven't the foggiest."

[D20ragon]

"Maybe, didn't ever have the pleasure of meeting him in person so can't really say. Then again, if he didn't much like Christmas with the family, maybe the idea of the family funeral including sky painting and merry making would have brought him an Ironic sort of chuckle.

Though, if you care to give me your name I'd have no objections to letting word get to the organizers that you want such activity's strictly barred from the affair." He kept it polite and civil, by now he was betting a grumpy dragon on the older side of the hill, though he had no real way just yet of confirming that.

As the new comer came into the groups antics, Rorick turned to him, smiling just a bit.

"Rorick Longhalft. Pleasure, circumstances none withstanding, I'm sure."

Livoliart will do for now.
Hmmm... By the way, the crowd seems to be moving. Might be a chance to slip in.
Remember to bring your little friends, now.

Regardless of the snarky way the comment is passed, the ground does seem to be thinning, some leaving, some entering the cave.

[OracleofSilence]

"Dusan." He grins at Whisp's uncertain intentions "I don't have much idea why I'm here myself. It sounded interesting, and I must admit, I don't know very much about the scalier side of my family, so this seemed like an opportunity to correct that."

[DracoDei]

Whisp gathers his fog around him as a barely visible haze extending outward from him about eight or nine feet, and moves along with his new acquaintances.

[Socksy]

Morwenna waves a hand tentatively through Whisp's fog, heading into the cave(?) with the rest of them. "So what's all this stuff made of?"
She does, at least, have the manners to lower her voice as she approaches the area things are actually being held in, despite not seeming to care about the event itself.

[DracoDei]

Morwenna waves a hand tentatively through Whisp's fog, heading into the cave(?) with the rest of them. "So what's all this stuff made of?"
She does, at least, have the manners to lower her voice as she approaches the area things are actually being held in, despite not seeming to care about the event itself.
"Eh, magical air basically. I just know how to use it, I never bothered with what it is. I breath it out, I shape it, I color it. It's the medium for my art... well, other than flying of course."

[Metahuman1]

"Livoliart then. And, I do believe they've notice on there own as it happens. And I'm not so much slipping in as waiting my turn. If they tell me when it comes I'm not to enter, cross that bridge when we come to it. I don't believe in borrowing problems that have not presented themselves yet."

The larger man walked forward, keeping close but not too close to the rest of the group.

[Socksy]

"Eh, magical air basically. I just know how to use it, I never bothered with what it is. I breath it out, I shape it, I color it. It's the medium for my art... well, other than flying of course."

"That's so awesome! Hey, do you cast spells? If you have Prestidigitation you could make it all glowy and glittery!!"

[DracoDei]

"That's so awesome! Hey, do you cast spells? If you have Prestidigitation you could make it all glowy and glittery!!"

"I don't need extra magic to make it glow, but tiny sparkles... hmmm... tricky, but perhaps with a bit of practice..."

He collects a denser sphere about 1 foot in diameter from the larger mass as he starts flying a little closer to the ground and sets it to glowing in his shadow.

[Socksy]

"Make it flash and make patterns and stuff!" She's so fascinated by this guy and his glowing balls. Um. I mean. The fog balls and pretty colours.

[DracoDei]

"Weeeelllll... I could do that, but I can't make each individual bit of it very bright, so if you really want the full effect, I'd suggest you stick around until some time after nightfall, or if we can find an unlit room after the will has been read."

[Grim Portent]

Fuegan looked at the mist trailing through the air.

"So this is to keep the crowd entertained? Wouldn't it be easier to just give some of the kobolds around here a few gold to fight each other for our viewing pleasure?"

[DracoDei]

Fuegan looked at the mist trailing through the air.

"So this is to keep the crowd entertained? Wouldn't it be easier to just give some of the kobolds around here a few gold to fight each other for our viewing pleasure?"
"Easier perhaps, but half the point of the deal I made to get in here is to prevent fights. Not that I'd personally object to a bit of sparring or wrestling to the pin going on, but those tend to take up more room on the ground, which is at a premium since even among the winged, most here can't hover."

[OracleofSilence]

"If I may say, that was phenomenally smooth." Dusan cannot even vaguely contain his grin anymore, but Fuegans interjection somewhat dampen his good humor. "Personally, kobold or not, I am not particularly fond of watching other creatures fight for my 'enjoyment'. No need to waste the potential for some perfectly good, but very extended, family melodrama and a pleasant conversation about the nature of hats, the astral plane, and glowing balls in unlit rooms with something like that." He winks slightly at Whisp and Morwenna at the last part of his comment.

[DracoDei]

"If I may say, that was phenomenally smooth." Dusan cannot even vaguely contain his grin anymore, but Fuegans interjection somewhat dampen his good humor. "Personally, kobold or not, I am not particularly fond of watching other creatures fight for my 'enjoyment'. No need to waste the potential for some perfectly good, but very extended, family melodrama and a pleasant conversation about the nature of hats, the astral plane, and glowing balls in unlit rooms with something like that." He winks slightly at Whisp and Morwenna at the last part of his comment.
"So... you can't see without light?" Whisp asks Dusan.

[Socksy]

"If I may say, that was phenomenally smooth." Dusan cannot even vaguely contain his grin anymore, but Fuegans interjection somewhat dampen his good humor. "Personally, kobold or not, I am not particularly fond of watching other creatures fight for my 'enjoyment'. No need to waste the potential for some perfectly good, but very extended, family melodrama and a pleasant conversation about the nature of hats, the astral plane, and glowing balls in unlit rooms with something like that." He winks slightly at Whisp and Morwenna at the last part of his comment.

"Heeeey! You can't say something like that and wink! I'm only going to be staring at the balls and maybe touching them!" A slight pause as she mentally kicks herself.She really needs to invest more ranks into diplomacy. "I, I mean fog balls! Not anything else! And my hat is totally groovy and worth having a conversation about, you can try it on if you like, it won't lick you or anything, probably, maybe! Look how subtly I can change the subject!" She dumps it onto his head.

[DracoDei]

Whisp laugh heartily.

"My good lady, family has, from time to time, performed with great circuses, and given private performances for high nobility, and I can honestly say that I believe you have a natural gift that many a clown or jester should count himself lucky to be blessed with."

[OracleofSilence]

Dusan joins Whisps laughter. Despite the inappropriateness of the setting, this really was the most fun he had had for a while. "Ah, this is far more entertaining then I was expecting the event to be. And yes, I can see in the dark, I have just found that the opportunity for a joke, good or not, should never be passed up on."

[Metahuman1]

"Half hour ago I might have had that conversation with you on the condition they were willing and the combat none lethal. Now however, crowd is starting to move, which tells me the option is likely not suitable time wise."

Rorick offered as a more, polite way to turn down the idea of having gladiatorial combat because of a lack of entertainment. Though he was starting to wish the matter would pick it's pacing up a little bit.

[Socksy]

The hat is drooling all over Dusan, and Morwenna is standing on the ground looking indignant. She's ignoring them forever! Well, forever is going to be more like three or four minutes until she gets bored again, but still. FOREVEEER!

[Grim Portent]

"I think I'm starting to understand what my father used to say to me about other the other dragon breeds."

[OracleofSilence]

"I'm not sure how to take a comment like that..." Dusan walks over to Morwenna, removes the hat, and carefully places it back on her head. "Charming though your work is, I feel that it suits your features far better then mine. It would be unfair to deprive you of it. Also, while I have no doubt it's harmeless, the slime might not be the most respectful touch when we are in the midst of such august proceedings."

[Socksy]

She puts the hat in her bag, where it starts gurgling and laughing its horrible laugh. A bunch of Ioun Stone cosies fall out, and she swears under her breath as they fall on the dirty ground, picking them up and putting them in another compartment of the bag.

[Metahuman1]

"I think I'm starting to understand what my father used to say to me about other the other dragon breeds."

Rorick rolls his eyes a bit to this.

"I feel obligated to point out I've known people over the years of several different races, Draconic and otherwise, with similar frames of mind. It's less other dragon breeds and more a matter of individuals. In any event, relax, no sense getting worked up at this juncture. Time enough for that later and likely over far more worthy matters."

[DracoDei]

"Yeah, not the time or place. Mourn or make merry as you like, but let us avoid fighting please? A debate of words might suit, but such weighty matters might do best when they will not be interrupted by the proceedings." says Whisp, trying to keep up his end of the bargain with the security personnel... and even going a bit beyond the letter of it to keep to the spirit.

[Socksy]

She looks at Whisp- "I'll make sure I don't say anything insensitive or inappropriate!" -and makes a little mouth-zipping motion. Within about half a minute, she's spotted about a dozen things she wants to blather about, and is chewing her lower lip and fidgeting awfully.

[DracoDei]

She looks at Whisp- "I'll make sure I don't say anything insensitive or inappropriate!" -and makes a little mouth-zipping motion. Within about half a minute, she's spotted about a dozen things she wants to blather about, and is chewing her lower lip and fidgeting awfully.
"I hardly think that you were the problem."

Because I doubt that anyone takes you seriously enough to be offended. he thinks to himself.

[Grim Portent]

She looks at Whisp- "I'll make sure I don't say anything insensitive or inappropriate!" -and makes a little mouth-zipping motion. Within about half a minute, she's spotted about a dozen things she wants to blather about, and is chewing her lower lip and fidgeting awfully.

Fuegan looks at the smaller Half-Dragon, amusement writ upon his face.

"You remind me a bit of some of the children in my home village. Always brimming with questions, observations and energy."

[Socksy]

"Really? That's a good thing, right? Wanna know something weird? I'm actually a stealth expert! I'm silent and deadly! The stealthiest stealth to have ever stealthed! This one time I was being chased by a bunch of monsters and I was totally scared and I hid and one looked right at where I was and didn't notice me at all! I think they were guarding the portal to the material plane I was trying to get to 'cause when I went through I was right near a temple and they thought I was some sort of demon 'cause I was using this!!" A whip made of pure fire appears, neatly coiled around her arm, with her holding the handle.

[DracoDei]

"I see. I can also see how they could have made that mistake. Is that your usual weapon then? Doesn't seem like the right choice for killing an isolated guard or pair of guards without attracting attention from further away... or do you always manage to avoid contact even to that degree?"

[Socksy]

"I don't like melee, I don't even have a melee weapon other than that! I just hide and shoot stuff! Hey, I bet I could shoot an apple off one of your heads!! Like, obviously not right now, but later! After the glowy balls in the dark thing, come on, it'll be fun!"

[Jormengand]

Pedro, who had until this point remained largely silent, sighed at the young girl. "Do you not think you might take this a little more seriously? There are more important things at work here than glowing baubles and burning strings."

He looked at her askance. "In any case, I highly doubt you are that accurate. These tasks people boast of their competence in are rarely so easy as they say."

Yes, Pedro is kind of a jerk.

[Socksy]

"C'mon then, I'll prove it! You just need to stay still and once I find an apple I'll show you just how good I am! We'll ask one of these sorcerers hanging about to cast Protection from Normal Missiles on you if you're scared!" She's chosen to interpret his disbelief as him volunteering to be the guy with the apple on his head. "And come ooooon, I doubt anyone cares about us talking about groovy things while we wait, we're not, like, fighting, or trying to push our way in or anything!"

[Grim Portent]

Fuegan snorted, a small plume of smoke rising from his nostrils.

"Trying to push our way in? Now there's a thought. I doubt the trueblooded will notice us, small as we are to them, as for the kobolds and the sorcerer's, I can't imagine them getting in our way."

[DracoDei]

"I certainly am in no hurry. Things can't start until everyone is in, and I'm sure all will be declaimed loud enough for anyone not hard of hearing to make out clearly... indeed, if a true dragon is doing the reading, we might wish to be as far back as possible, so as to avoid having ringing in our ears for the next hour or two afterward."

[Socksy]

((I may have accidentally reset Chrome, can someone link me to the ooc?))

[Jormengand]

((I may have accidentally reset Chrome, can someone link me to the ooc?))

http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?340148-A-Dragons-Tale-(or-Tail)

Pedro smiled slightly. "First, I know how to protect myself from weapons, thank you. Second, Prestidigitation."

Four small coins appeared in Pedro's hand - obvious fakes, indeed not even meant to look like real coins, but good enough for target practice - and he drew a sword in his other hand, threw the coins in to the sky, and drew his second sword in the other hand.

Full attack against the coins. Fine inanimate objects have an AC of 8, meaning that Pedro only misses on a 1:

[roll0]

Pedro whirled his swords in front of him, smashing all four coins, before sheathing his weapons. "And third, there's a limit to how skilled one can be. Let's see how good you are with your bow, youngling."

Pedro smiled softly, and four new coins appeared in his hands. "There are limits - now let's see yours. Are you ready?"

[Socksy]

"You mean here? That's stupid! I'm probably not gonna miss but what if I did! I could hit someone! And it won't be like accidentally shooting my dad when I practice because he's a Dragon so the arrows mostly just ping off or don't bother him but not everyone here is a Dragon so it's a really bad idea!!"

[Jormengand]

I just realised that Pedro is 1 ft 7 taller then Morwenna.

Also, in this post Pedro references a game I just made up on the spot, but I'm assuming that it's a common enough game that Morwenna would know what he's on about.

"If you believe that there is even the slightest chance that you could miss, then you have failed before you even step onto the battlefield. The slightest chance that you could miss... the slightest chance that you could be hit... is the slightest chance that you could die. Only when there is No Escape from your attacks, and No Failure when you attempt another task can you win every battle.

There are limits, but these are only the same as the limits of a game. You cannot move your soldiers onto the mountain in the game of Siege, but there is nothing to stop you picking up the piece and putting it on the mountain tile." Pedro paused, and took out a downsized Siege board, then, sure enough, picked up the red soldier and put it on the mountain tile.

"People are too busy playing the game of life by its rules to realise that these rules have no value. Just as the cheater will always win at Siege, so do those who ignore the rules of the great game we all play win every time.

So don't ask what might happen if you miss. Don't miss. Don't get hit. And don't die."

[Socksy]

"You're telling me to cheat? I could cheat any way I liked, but I don't wanna! That ruins the entire thing and anyway, nobody dies if you mess up your board game! What if I shot my arrow at your coins and someone pushed someone else in front of it, or a sudden wind came, or, um, or a demon possessed the arrow! There are so many possibilities which don't involve my accuracy, and I'm not gonna risk anyone's life shooting arrows in a crowd!"
She scowls up at him. Very far up at him.
"Hey, has anyone ever told you you're, like, really freaking tall? If you were a supervillain you would be Puts-Things-On-The-Top-Shelf Man! The bane of short people everywhere! Although I can fly, and you have wings too, so I guess that would be a really dumb alter ego for you to have. Maybe something to do with stretching long distances..."
She tried to change the topic subtly, but is now distracted with thoughts of superheroes and villains. She then turns to the others.
"What do you think he'd be if he had superpowers?"


Really hope the superhero genre exists in this, though I fail to see why it wouldn't.

She got 14 on an untrained diplomacy roll, if one is necessary for anything.

[Metahuman1]

"Funny enough, I'm with her. Too crowded an area for ranged attacks. And besides, that's the sort of thing even if you don't hit someone that's liable to set someone off who's concerned or perhaps just in a foul temper and looking for someone to take it out on. So, I'm advising against it as a bad idea. Do it later when there's more room and fewer people and beings that can wipe the lot of us out by thinking about it."

With this the rather large half black dragon turned his head to Fuegan, raising and eyebrow and giving him a look of examination for a second before speaking.

"I don't know how powerful a magic user you are or aren't, but the none dragon sorcerer's alone by there number and varied caliber could almost certainly take you as a group, even if they took casualty's doing so. And if you don't happen to be an astoundingly powerful mage as mages go, I'd not underestimate the Kobolts in groups this large, you'd be amazed what a nightmare dealing with them can be, and how lethal. Not to mention that I'm sure if we started shoving up further in the line the Blue's, Green's, Bronze's, Slivers and Golds would take Issue with it on principle more then they wouldn't, and I'd rather like to not get torn apart, fried, frozen or dissolved today. So, I'd advise patience. If your inclined to ignore that suggestion that's fine with me, but do have the curtisy to let me make a sign that says I'm not with you first if you decide to do so, thus allowing me to avoid being associated with any of the things I just listed happening if you act and it goes poorly as I fear it would."

It was a very clam, dry delivery, the sort that indicated that you were just thinking it over out load and would prefer all involved not do something to cause themselves trouble or harm, but that you didn't precisely have a plan to fight the entire crowed to save them if they started something and it became an issue.

[DracoDei]

"Flimsy conjurations such as those do little to arrest the momentum of an arrow anyway. My dad would make them for me and my siblings to practice on, so I know. I would however compliment you for outdoing them in your disdain for planning ahead.*snicker*" The last line is delivered with an absolutely incredible degree of chipperness and false cheer.

[Socksy]

"So if you want me to shoot those coins in your hand we'll do it in an open field with a healer about!"

[OracleofSilence]

"You know, I only met you, what, a few minutes ago? But I am already shocked that you are taking the position of voice of reason on this one. So then, whats your name sword-guy?"

[Metahuman1]

"Rorick. Rorick Long-Halft. Blade for hire to any with the coin, tasks I don't find distasteful and a nature that does not offend me in any truly serious regard. And evidently, someone needed to be the voice of reason, I suppose the universe has just deemed that in this place and time, it's my turn. If my mother could see this, I'd wager she'd be having hysterics over it. "

[D20ragon]

A large half red dragon ogre in a tux clears his throat.
You look around for a moment, realizing that you and the folk you've been talking with are the only ones left speaking in the assembly.
Care to quiet down a bit?
He asks resentfully?
Then, noting the looks for chagrin, annoyance and complete and utter lack of ****s given, he adds: Perhaps you'd better come in and get this over with.

[DracoDei]

Whisp looks mildly embarrased and does as told without speaking further.

[Socksy]

Morwenna turns to the guy. "Wait, is it starting already? Eek! Sorry! I mean, I didn't know we were being that loud, totally ungroovy of us, I-" She forces herself to shut up and heads in too, having realised she's just making it worse.

[Metahuman1]

Well, that could have gone better. Next time someone suggests I should come to something like this I should remember to ignore them utterly."

He started moving with the rest then, liking the idea of just getting it over with by this point.

[OracleofSilence]

Dusan maintains his somewhat merry expression as the group heads off. "He might be pissed, but we are all getting in. Sounds like an okay deal to me."

[Grim Portent]

Fuegan inclines his head in apology to the half-dragon ogre and does as asked.

[D20ragon]

The crowd parts, with much snickering from the younger members of the audience, and scornful looks from the older percentage.
The half red adjusts his cuffs before beckoning inwards.
The mouth of the cave is dark, damp, unpleasant... Almost everything you'd expect from the lair of a monster.
With one exception. It seems awfully small to be the entrance and exit for such a large beast. You barely have time to consider this, however, before a exasperated look from the bouncer pulls you in.
Now, I'll need a drop of blood from each of you
The bulky figure recites, the tiny flames dancing on his breath illuminating what seems to be a dead end ahead of you.

[DracoDei]

"What for if I may ask?" asks Whisp chewing his magical chewing gum.
Sense Motive [roll0]

The gum is a Magic Fang effect for my bite attack only.

[Socksy]

"Yeah, blood is... magical or something! If someone got hold of my blood they could track me down and turn me into, like, a moth! Although that might be cool... I wouldn't be so clumsy in the air! Yeah, if you're going to turn me into something, make me a moth! Ooh, or an amphibian, that would be groovalicious. A moth that breathes air and water! Does anyone have a knife?"

[ Sense Motive: 1d20+1=2 I: ]

[Metahuman1]

[roll0] Sense Motive.

[roll1] Diplomacy to try and improve his attitude toward us.


Rorick took out his belt knife, trying to get a feel for the Half Red Dragon.

"Fine enough, though would you mind clarifying what you need the blood for before we all start opening veins?" He wasn't uncivil, just, curious.

[OracleofSilence]

"I must agree with the others. I'm not against the idea per-say, but at the same time, I would at least like an assurance that the sample will be destroyed after its use."

Diplomacy: [roll0]
Sense Motive: [roll1]

[Grim Portent]

Fuegan cast his gaze towards the other half-dragons.

"While I am loath to spill my blood I think we can trust fellow dragonkin."

[Metahuman1]

"Who says we don't trust? I merely want to verify before I act."

Rorick offered quietly and quickly with a very level, reasonable tone of voice, keeping most of his attention on the one who was asking for the blood sample so as to wait for a reply, fiddling with the handle of his belt knife with one hand.

[D20ragon]

The Half red seems honest enough, though prickly.
He smiles reluctantly.
You guys are all just kids, aren'cha.
Well, I suppose it doesn't have to be all hush hush.
I just need the samples to verify the bloodline, and as the focus for the teleportation ritual.
As for them being destroyed, it's not up to me, but you can ask Tsardendalos about that.

[DracoDei]

((ARGH!!! I keep editing rather than quoting when I need the color! I think I was just saying something about "where do I put the blood" and stating I followed direc

[Socksy]

"Ooooo, his ghost is hanging around for his Will? That's one way to ensure nobody meddles with it! Totally smart! Um... Does anyone have a knife? I don't think I'm related either but I can't see any real way this could go wrong!"

[Metahuman1]

"Fine Enough." Rorick said with a nod. "Though I too am not certain of blood relative status." With that he drew the belt knife and gave his finger enough of a poke to draw just a little droplet of blood, offering it to the Oger. Once his sample is taken he would take a kerchief and clean it before passing it around to the others to do similar.

[Grim Portent]

Fuegan clenched his left hand into a fist, drawing blood from his palm with his claws.

[Socksy]

Morwenna takes the knife being offered around in order to give the guy a drop of blood from her fingertip, e%pertly NOT chopping off anything important. "Oww..."

[Jormengand]

Pedro bites his lip. "Uh... there may be a slight problem with that... like the fact that I don't have any blood. I don't actually need any, most of the time. What do you want me to do?"

[OracleofSilence]

Dusan draws a small knife from his belt, pricking his palm and letting some blood drip on the indicated surface. "Brings back memories. Haven't done this since my first Oath."

[D20ragon]

The tiny splashing of the blood hitting the stone echoes around the tiny cave.
Where each droplet lands, a tiny dip in the floor appears, holding the blood like paint in a palette.
The air quivers with magic half done and anticipation.
The suited half dragon turns to Pedro.
No blood? You got teeth? Claws, maybe?

He turns to the rest of you.
Just hold on a moment, will you? This won't take a minute.

[Socksy]

"Eeeeee!!! I'm so e%cited!!" She's bouncing up and down and trying not to flutter her wings with giddy anticipation in case it spills the blood out of the dents in the floor.

[Jormengand]

The tiny splashing of the blood hitting the stone echoes around the tiny cave.
Where each droplet lands, a tiny dip in the floor appears, holding the blood like paint in a palette.
The air quivers with magic half done and anticipation.
The suited half dragon turns to Pedro.
No blood? You got teeth? Claws, maybe?

He turns to the rest of you.
Just hold on a moment, will you? This won't take a minute.

"Teeth and claws, yes, but those don't come back on their own. Wouldn't skin do? Scales, hair, anything other than blood?"

[D20ragon]

Scales, yeah. The closer to the heart the better. Now let's see if I can remember the ratio....

I think it's three scales to a drop of blood, so better make it four just in case. You care to do the honors, or shall I?
A three and a half claw slits it's way through his white glove, gleaming dully in what little light there is, the shine following it's curve almost like a tiny spark.

[Jormengand]

"I'll do it - I suppose it can't hurt, literally as much as metaphorically."

Pedro nonchalantly tears five scales off his back, near his shoulder. "None so close to the heart, I'm afraid, so have an extra extra one." He extends a hand and drops them.

"Now, shall we proceed. And in the name of all that is great and good stop bouncing, young lady!"

[Socksy]

"But I'm so excited! We're gonna see a ghost and maybe get treasure!" She does try to settle down a little bit, although she's still fidgeting about.

[OracleofSilence]

"True, but then, I was certain you had enough ectoplasm in your life." Dusan watches the remainder of the ritual with interest. It wasn't every day you got an inside look at the security of an elder dragons lair.

[Socksy]

((On mobile, sorry for any issues))

"Ghosts are different! I haven't met many, but they're so cool! "

[DracoDei]

Whisp shifts a little, restless in the way of his kind, but managing to be reasonably unobtrusive about it due to long practice.

[D20ragon]

"I'll do it - I suppose it can't hurt, literally as much as metaphorically."

Pedro nonchalantly tears five scales off his back, near his shoulder. "None so close to the heart, I'm afraid, so have an extra extra one." He extends a hand and drops them.

"Now, shall we proceed. And in the name of all that is great and good stop bouncing, young lady!"

The suit clad gentlemen takes them with a nod and carelessly lets them slip through his fingers.
Perfectly formed indentations form in the stone floor as they tumble downwards, so slowly you'd almost think they'd been there all along.
The scales rattle into place, fitting in the holes as though they were the mold in which they were formed.
There. Is that good enough?
The man says, impatiently pushing at the wall, his talons scoring white marks along the stone.
You know it's me. You hired me, did you forget?
The wall shrugs petulantly and melts away with a gust of melancholy and lilac.
Somewhere, a small bell tinkles.
The sound jangles off into the distance, flitting this way and that like a sprite, bouncing off the piles of gold, jewels, Ming vases and 18th century furniture that are tastefully arranged around the intimate space.
Several ferns meet over your head, and a bit above them, a chandelier modeled after the kraken glitters with aquamarine jewels on each of its 8 arms.
Anyone home?
Your escort calls out, ducking under the ferns.
Not at the moment.... Errrr... who are you?
A rather soft voice, but one with a sharp edge, like a keen knife in a velvet sheath drifts down from somewhere about the upstairs region.
.

[DracoDei]

Whisp takes one look at the artworks, and promptly clasps his hands behind him... then after a moment in front of him instead. His vestigial winghands also twitch into a tightness.

[Socksy]

"Aieee!! Everything is so shiny! I haven't seen this much treasure since... ever! Even when I got lost on the Elemental Plane of Earth and I stumbled into this thingy and there were lots of elementals and they- I'm still meant to be quiet, aren't I?"

[Metahuman1]

"Yes, you are." Rorick says it calmly but firmly, and doesn't speak any further then that for now. Instead he was watching the events unfolding, curious as to were this awas going to go at long last.

[OracleofSilence]

"I... I expected something a little different." Dusan takes in the room with more then a little surprise. It didn't really look all that Draconic.

[Grim Portent]

Fuegan's eyes widen as he looks at the treasures before him, the light of greed in his eyes.

[D20ragon]

"More of your insufferable kin."
Your escort sighs and steps forward.
"C'mon, I don't like them any more then you do, but it's got to be done."
A breathy gust of air echoes around the chamber.
Fine... Who're your parents, kids?

[OracleofSilence]

"Well that's less formal then I imagined. My father is Ulhamangkar, a bronze dragon sworn to the service of Bahamut. My mother is a nymph that goes by Nyoimaer of the Nuadubinn, a member of one of the West's Seasonal Courts." Yeah. Totally not related.

[Jormengand]

Pedro responds next, gruffly and a little boredly. "My father was a gold dragon known as Gura, or Flame to humans. My mother was the sorceress Katerin Diablo, called Ka'Kitaki by the dragons."

[Socksy]

"My dad's called Vortigern and he's a huge, powerful Copper dragon! Entire arrows bounce off him and he can turn lead into gold! My mum's- Well, I have two! Like, not at the same time, but the woman who gave birth to me I don't know much about. Apparently she was an elf woman called... Anastrianna, I think. Dad gets sad when he talks about her so I never asked much."

[DracoDei]

"My mother is Sherril, whose maternal grand-mother is Varnesceto the silver Dragon. My father is Fraasitindbaosiwhe, called Tornado. I am Whisp, and I was a better flier at twelve years old than most half-dragons ever are at any time in their life. I make no particular claim to be a relative although I'm willing to be pleasantly surprised!" he says, allowing his minor boast to stand in place of explicitly stating his father's race.

[Metahuman1]

"I do not know my father. He courted my mother under a face and name he, as near as I or she have been able to tell, crafted for that soul purpose, and he left her right after siring me. The name he used is Malcior of Node, master of the Arcane Arts, and he was apparently a Black Dragon if that helps.

My Mother is Arlana Long-Halft. The Scarlet Wall, if that happens to be relevant."

He was fairly relaxed as he spoke, calm and casual.

Don't forget, he doesn't know his mother is also descended of dragons, but that doesn't mean the dragon(s) don't. And she's of Copper Dragon Heritage if that matters.

[Grim Portent]

"I am Fuegan, my father is the red dragon Elrindor the Wanderer, my mother was a human called Anne."

[D20ragon]

"Well that's less formal then I imagined. My father is Ulhamangkar, a bronze dragon sworn to the service of Bahamut. My mother is a nymph that goes by Nyoimaer of the Nuadubinn, a member of one of the West's Seasonal Courts." Yeah. Totally not related.

Mangkar.... Mangkar....
The voice is doubtful, and you hear the rustling of paper in the background.
Not related, but the names familiar...
Oh! Mangkar! That guy who was all preachy in my face all the time! What a jackass...


Pedro responds next, gruffly and a little boredly. "My father was a gold dragon known as Gura, or Flame to humans. My mother was the sorceress Katerin Diablo, called Ka'Kitaki by the dragons."

Oh, believe me, I remember Ka'Kitaki....
I remember her very well...


"My dad's called Vortigern and he's a huge, powerful Copper dragon! Entire arrows bounce off him and he can turn lead into gold! My mum's- Well, I have two! Like, not at the same time, but the woman who gave birth to me I don't know much about. Apparently she was an elf woman called... Anastrianna, I think. Dad gets sad when he talks about her so I never asked much."

Quite the enthusiastic one, aren't you. Can't say I've heard of your dad, but your mums a cousin somehow...


"My mother is Sherril, whose maternal grand-mother is Varnesceto the silver Dragon. My father is Fraasitindbaosiwhe, called Tornado. I am Whisp, and I was a better flier at twelve years old than most half-dragons ever are at any time in their life. I make no particular claim to be a relative although I'm willing to be pleasantly surprised!" he says, allowing his minor boast to stand in place of explicitly stating his father's race.

Hmmmm... Bad form, kiddo, bragging in front of the deceased.
Gotta learn some manners, artistic types never have any..


"I do not know my father. He courted my mother under a face and name he, as near as I or she have been able to tell, crafted for that soul purpose, and he left her right after siring me. The name he used is Malcior of Node, master of the Arcane Arts, and he was apparently a Black Dragon if that helps.

My Mother is Arlana Long-Halft. The Scarlet Wall, if that happens to be relevant."


He was fairly relaxed as he spoke, calm and casual.

Don't forget, he doesn't know his mother is also descended of dragons, but that doesn't mean the dragon(s) don't. And she's of Copper Dragon Heritage if that matters.

Malcior of Node... That sunnuva bitch!
I lost a couple million to that worm!


"I am Fuegan, my father is the red dragon Elrindor the Wanderer, my mother was a human called Anne."

Huh. Never heard of either. Well kids, here's my verdict.
Your parents are of questionable character in my opinion, and some of them I just don't like.
You all seem uppity and irritating, but I've got a soft spot for youth.
Butler?


The red dragon-man wakes up, jolting upright and cracking his neck violently.

give the kids a snow-globe.

The butler grins, digging through the pockets of his coat carefully, trying his best not to rip holes in the fabric.
What d'ya say, kiddies?
He smirks, handing over a small snow globe, grasped delicately between two claws.

[DracoDei]

"Thank you. I suppose we should get this assayed and then discuss who, if anyone, wishes to buy out everyone else's shares?" asks Whisp, very carefully taking the toy (more careful of breaking an item with such thorny current ownership etc than of the butler's claws per se).

[Metahuman1]

That got and eye raised by Rorick.

"Note to self, check in with more dragons to track him down once I've attended to the more pressing matters." He thought before turning his attention back to matter at hand.

"I'd be amiable to that plan provided the item isn't trapped or cursed or otherwise intended to give us unpleasant surprises. After all, you have mentioned not liking some of our parents so it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

[roll0]

[Socksy]

Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. Not touching that. But that doesn't stop her from peering at the little globe in Whisp's grip.
"Are you going to shake it?"

[DracoDei]

"Well, actually, maybe I better wait on the shaking until I know if that would do anything." says Whisp, wondering if Rorick might have something of a point.

[D20ragon]

That got and eye raised by Rorick.

"Note to self, check in with more dragons to track him down once I've attended to the more pressing matters." He thought before turning his attention back to matter at hand.

"I'd be amiable to that plan provided the item isn't trapped or cursed or otherwise intended to give us unpleasant surprises. After all, you have mentioned not liking some of our parents so it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

[roll0]

"Dear child, why so suspicious? Of course the snowglobe isn't dangerous. It's entirely non-magical!"

The last few syllables fade into the humid air of the foyer, sinking into nothing.
Around the globe, a little spark of static electricity jumps from somewhere unknown, races around each of the draconic figures, and finally zaps the snowglobe.
The fake snow inside stirs, and as it clears, you believe you can see something through it.
A... billiards table, perhaps...?
"Was, entirely non magical, anyway"
Your former host murmers, but already everything seems distant.
Dreamlike. Sensation is milder, sounds and sights out of sync.
You could almost fall asleep like this...
But no. Something immensely heavy slams into you, brutally crushing every part of your scaly body.
You are pressed against some invisible wall, and if your eyeballs weren't so busy being squished against their sockets they would realize that beyond that wall lay a billiards table, floating in space.

The wall breaks, slowly, agonizingly.
You stumble into void, a disturbing lack of anything supporting your feet as well as a floor would. Ahead of you, in all it's pub-room glory, lies a billards table, glistening softly in the light of the stars overhead.


Chapter 1.
In which a friendly game of Billards commences, and planar travel is abused.

[OracleofSilence]

"Best. Snowglobe. Ever. In other news: Ouch."

[Socksy]

"Where are we?"

Knowledge (The Planes): d20+15 = 19

[Metahuman1]

"Good Question." Rorick offered as he looked around.

[Grim Portent]

A growl rose from Fuegan's throat,

"Tiamat's teeth! What happened? If this is some sort of trap I'll... I'll..."

Furgan roared, a gout of flame shooting above him into the void.

[Metahuman1]

Rorick glanced at the display, raising an eye brow at it. "I'd suggest not doing that until you have a proper target. Waste of time, energy, and if you have a shot limit, shots. As for what this is about, did it occur to no one after he started talking about issues with our parents that he might have something less then ideal to hand to us?

And toward that end, I'll repeat myself. Does anyone have the foggiest idea where we are?"

[DracoDei]

Whisp reaches out with his innate magic, feeling if, by some phenomenal luck, his fog is still with him in its transparent state.

(If not he will expend the second of his three daily shots of his breathweapon.)

Soon he is hovering in place a little ways off from everyone, at a random location within a sphere of absolute darkness about 17 feet in diameter.

"I'd avoid messing with the table until we are sure there are not any innocents still contained within the balls." he says, and then moves his location within the sphere. Everyone else is at least 5 feet outside the sphere.

The sphere is mechanically a 3x3x3 cube if we are doing a battlemap, just because a sphere is nicer looking and perhaps even more sensible before one starts bringing mechanics into it, but trying to represent a (27 cube)*(125 cubic feet per 5' cube) volume sphere on the standard battlemap would be a royal pain.

Needs Blindsight/Blindsense to penetrate it visually. Darkvision doesn't help. It isn't a [Darkness] effect, it is just REALLY black fog.
My front back position (with towards the table being 1 and furthest from it being 3) is... well, you can roll a d3 for that and the other two axis when and if it becomes relevant.
Move Silently to change hovering position without being detected as to the new position. [roll0]

Question: Do I actually need to flap to float in one place here?

[Jormengand]

"Well, that was entirely in keeping with what I know of them," muttered Pedro, entirely unhurt but entirely unamused. "So, would anyone like to explain what exactly the purpose is of firing at nothing, or of creating a sphere of darkness and floating within it for no apparent reason? Or shall I just attempt to do something of some vague value on my own?"

[Socksy]

"Um, does anyone have any pebbles on them at all? Cause if we're on the material plane still then I could take us all to the Astral plane and then get us back home. Probably."

[DracoDei]

"Well, that was entirely in keeping with what I know of them," muttered Pedro, entirely unhurt but entirely unamused. "So, would anyone like to explain what exactly the purpose is of firing at nothing, or of creating a sphere of darkness and floating within it for no apparent reason? Or shall I just attempt to do something of some vague value on my own?"
"Its my breath-weapon. It sticks around until I misplace it. Doesn't do anything nastier than look really dark. I can see through it just fine.

We've just been transported to a strange place for unknown reasons. I'm hardly about to go attacking the first creature we meet, but I'm keeping my defenses up just in case."

"Um, does anyone have any pebbles on them at all? Cause if we're on the material plane still then I could take us all to the Astral plane and then get us back home. Probably."
"If you might need such a thing, I'd have expected you to carry it. Would the flint I normally use to light fires, a copper piece, some water, or a small piece of wood do?"

Standard Action: Take out a new piece of magic bubble-gum and start chewing again.

Move Action: Randomize position within cloud. Move Silently (if a new roll is needed): [roll0]

[Socksy]

"I don't normally need that, I just need it if I want to take other people with me!"

[Metahuman1]

"First, if you only need it for other people, can you go, get a pebble, and come back for us? I'm just asking cause Magic's not my specialty. And second, does anyone have any idea if were even still on the material plane?"

[Jormengand]

"The material plane is far more likely than anywhere else," mused Pedro, in Rorick's vague direction, now choosing to ignore Whisp's airborne capers, "Because it's far easier to move people about on this plane than into other planes, and while I don't doubt that the dragon could do it, I don't see why he'd waste one of his most powerful spells on it. I'm not even sure there are any spells that can just up and shunt someone onto another plane, from a distance, without their say-so, and while I'm sure a wizard could research a spell that did that, why would they waste their signature spell on what is essentially a refined form of being a jerk?"

[DracoDei]

Soft muttering can be heard from inside the cloud.
Casting Mage Armor if I don't already have it up, then re-randomizing my position.