03. "Of Meetings and Goodbyes" (RP)

DM:

Here is what you all see waiting for you at the top of the trail:

The terrain is all completely heat-blasted, melted into a thick, black, glass-like substance that stretches out all around you for hundreds of feet in every direction. What few small trees that survived the holocaust are now twisted, blackened, and still smoldering, despite the rain (which continues to fall hard, if not quite as hard as before).

What shocks you all the most, though, are the two people who are in the middle of this destruction, seemingly unaware of you. One is a beautiful, glowing elven woman with silvery hair and eyes and pale skin, clothed in a tattered old cloak and nothing else; the other is a small old man, almost entirely bald and clad in a torn, dirty robe of yellow-orange, a black knapsack lying on the ground next to him. He is also lying on the ground, in the exact center of the blast area, unconscious or dead, you cannot tell.

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The gryphon sees the individuals before him and steps forward, worried that the blast he had "caused" had somehow injured the man. Impatience be damned if it had!

He dips his head down to the person laying on the ground, listening for breath. The way he cocked his head to do so, however, put his eyesight at a level where he saw much more than he ever wanted to on the naked female.

His eyes got wide and if a bird could blush he certainly would have. He lifted his head up and cleared his throat, trying to alternate between looking the elf in the eye and not looking at her at all.

"Lady, where on Bahamut's great earth is your clothing! You must be absolutely frigid, what with this rain and wind! Please, allow me to at least shield you from the elements in some manner." He came to stand next to her, his left wing spreading out as a cloak around her, much as if she were a chick he was nurturing. "Now, dear, tell me what happened? Are you alright? How was this man injured?"

If the woman even notices Dahkore, she shows no signs.

Instead, she begins prodding at the prone old man with the butt of the staff she is carrying, saying softly to herself:

"Mankoi lle uma tanya?"

The gryphon grimmaces. "I did not mean to, my dear! Was it the lightning? Did you know him?" Without realizing it, his usually deeper voice has mellowed some, as if he were talking to a child.


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OOC: I imagine Dahkore's voice generally being like Liam Neeson lol

"Mmmf hmmmf hmm mmmf?" Liar said behind the minotaurs hand.

Rubicon stepped closer, examining the man on the ground slightly.

Perception Check +1, looking to see if the man shows any signs of being struck by lightning.

The member 'Rubicon' has done the following action : Rolls

'd20' :

The woman jumps a little, as if noticing Dahkore for the first time. She stares at him for a long moment, then reaches out and rests a hand on his neck, burying her fingers in his feathers.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms a silent "O" as she moves closer, staring at the intricate designs of his armor, at the markings of his body (whatever she can see that isn't covered with armor, anyway).

"Lle naa vanima... Lirimaer...

DM:

Rubicon, check your PMs for your check result.

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He inclines his beak towards his chest, showing a bit of embarrassment. "Thank you, m'lady. My name is Dahkore. What should we call you?"

Liar pushes the hairy palm away from his mouth. "Right. Just a few questions if ye don't mind. Disregarding the fact that yer naked and hangin' about with an unconscious geriatric... why are ye glowin'? Is it magical in nature or are ye naturally glowy or is some sorta weird elfy thing that I don't know about?" He rummages in his pack for a bit. "Maybe some sorta skin sample could shed some light on the subject. Ha! Shed light! Bit o' accidental pun there."

Rubicon tilts his head, stroking Cubert, who still sits on his shoulder. "Hmmm... you can rest easy for now, Dahkore. It doesn't seem this old man was struck by lightning of any sort.

The woman stops pawing at Dahkore and walks lightly toward Sigil, stopping only inches away and leaning in, sniffing him and saying:
"Lle holma ve' naugrim..."

She nods, pulls back, wrinkles her nose and repeats herself before sauntering away to kneel beside the old man once again.

She shakes his shoulder gently, speaking several short phrases in elven.

"Uhh... wha'?" He raises his arm and sniffs. "Oi, I smell just fine! 'Sides, I'm gettin' a free shower as we speak! Well, as I speak. Don't know what yer doin'. Sound like the cow." He looks around him as the rain pours down. "Speakin' o' showers, perhaps we should find somewhere else to examine the subjects? Maybe a bit o' shelter?"

The gryphon's ears prick up. He turns to the others in his party and says in Common, "She says he fell from the sky!"

He turns back to the shimmering elf and says, in elven, "Little Moon, did you say he fell from the sky?" His attention goes back to the man, and again resumes seeing if he has any sign of life about him.

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Perception +11

Edit...I forgot to add my racial bonus to my perception check!

The member 'Dahkore' has done the following action : Rolls

'd20' :

The Artificer moves up to the man lying on the ground, pushing over the gryphon and interrupting his inspection. "Lemme look. I know a bit more about healin' then just puttin' a glowy hand on someone. Err... no offense." He carefully inspects the man for any signs of injury.

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Perception +8

The member 'Sigil 'Liar' SizzleSpike' has done the following action : Rolls

'd20' :

DM:

Dahkore, your check results have been sent via PM.

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The woman nods, speaking to Dahkore in elven as she continues to gently shake the old man.

DM:

Sigil, check your PMs.

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Rubicon decides it would be best to spend this time searching for a location, some place they could all get out of the rain and tend to the 'sky man', as he referred to him in his head.

Nature Check +8
OR
Perception +1, depending on which you'd rather have, don't know if Nature would work here.

Helps if I roll...

The member 'Rubicon' has done the following action : Rolls

'd20' :

DM:

...wow. I don't believe it. Sigh...

Check your PMs for your results, please.

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