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Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Ryltar listened to the maddening gnome speak. The young man wasn't shocked to hear his sister was involved, but he would take not to mangle up her reagents to displease their goddess. Listening on, she made a lot of sense. Yes, you would be correct. I wasn't exactly sure who was lugging about enchanted gold on them, but I wasn't going to question their purpose. We all have our private agendas. he spoke agreeing with her. Cold iron would have gone undetected, but the gold had been nagging him for some time. Then came a moment of revelation. Indeed, these folks were friends and partners of Jarikk's, but it bothered the Abyss out of Ryltar to realize he was at his manservant's whims up here. This wouldn't do. His face slowly shifted to a slightly impatient grimace, listening. He studied the demeanor of his goblin, trying to understand what exactly she was saying. The young drow was fearful that this gnome was trying to undermine his authority, but a moment in logic-land explained the behavior. He was the child here. He was the inexperienced. He wasn't in control, as much as he figured his gold had put him there. But her next words were difficult to understand. Not the words themselves, but rather the concepts and meanings. Ryltar was growing confused and nervous. His servant was ensuring his safety through his deeds and skill, not his own skill in magic or the gold issued for such a trip. It was the goblin who held this together to keep him safe. His impatient grimace wavered into the faintest regions of fear. Ryltar met Jarikk's eyes for the first time in ages. Not in the way that he commanded now and then, but in a deeper way. One in which Ryltar grew increasingly uncomfortable with, breaking his gaze. With a stuttered breath, quickly concealed cough, Ryltar was extremely glad to see the others had returned. Jarikk seemed to scamper of, pointing the orc towards him. The drow listened and took notes. Some of these creatures sounded familiar... from some of the books he had read here and there. Making up his mind, he struck a few important notes in a more refined text to read easier. The orc seemed to be a font of knowledge when it came to the beasts. The drow was grateful for the very honor of speaking with a walking bestiary. But the walking bestiary began to shuffle his feet in reaction to the incredible smell of cooking flesh. Ryltar broke free from his notes to look at the kobold and Jarikk conversing. Ur began to speak of the local elves and was rather pleased to have some close by. From this orc's information, it sounded like a unicorn or two plus a captive wood elf was on the menu. Having made up his mind, he sat with the group for a meal of surfacer flesh. Ur, what is required to obtain a pair of this unicorns and a wood elf? This combination of surface creatures sound like it would cement my return to the surface for a more detailed and lengthy stay. he questioned, watching the others. The drow wasn't sure what all would be needed, but he was ready to lend his skill in accomplishing his goals.
Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Ur thought for a minute and shrugged, The elf might be hard. It is birthing season for Unicorns so we will most likely be able to find a mother and child pair rather easily. The fighting them might be somewhat difficult. The wood elves...well, perhaps we should split up. The goblin and kobold can go after the wood elf. I'm sure if they saw you they would bring out tons of reinforcements. I'll send my partner over there with them. That leaves you, me, and the gnome for the unicorn capturing. AND FERALOTH! And the raccoon. The orc reached for a rabbit which was not exactly cooked, but he liked it that way. He looked at the drow and sniffed the air, We can head out after this. Just make sure you have some good spells prepared. You want some that don't really damage them. Or some of that drow knockout poison you people are fond of. I can deal with the cages and everything. Jarikk looked at Ryltar and bowed as he waited for the two men to be done. He finally held out some of the items he had gotten, Master Vorn, I found a bezoar in the deer. I also separated some of the items you may find useful in spell components. Shall we look for spell components tomorrow, Master Vorn? The orc looked a bit uncomfortable with the 'Master' stuff, or perhaps he just wasn't as great with spell ingredients as he was with animals. Or he could just be hungry. The kobold girl waited while the deer cooked, looking at everyone, You know this may attract some predators or scavengers. We may want someone to cast a barrier spell or ward around us. Just in case. Ur nodded and looked at the drow, You have anything like that, sir?
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The drow was pleased to hear his trip managed to occur during a fertile cycle for these unicorns. Nodding in both pleasure and agreement from what the man had to say. Capturing a wood elf sounded like an intriguing challenge so his instincts told him to start looking up silence-like spells, various holding spells, and a few vials of his special sleep poison. As he began to run through the mental list of spell components he would need to pull from his bags, Jarikk stole his attention, causing a loss in his notes. Looking slightly stressed he looked to the goblin and noticed the quality offerings the man had procured from their meal. Being pleased, Ryltar dropped the look of annoyance and replaced it with what drow considered a safe smile. To others, it looked like an emotionless face. I think that would be a good idea. Anything I can bring back for further study would be marvelous, but nothing is as important as the success of this outing. he restated. With a nod, he approved of Jarikk's skill in identifying useful things for wizards. The meal was interesting to say the least. The stringy bits of muscle with this odd aroma of... well, cooking flesh filled the air. It was then that the kobold made a rather important comment. Ur had spoke to him, but the word 'sir' seemed a touch odd coming from his mouth. Pulling himself from his food and preparations, he checked his scroll case for some shielding spell. He knew it wasn't something in his spell book, but recalled a few scrolls being scribed not to far in the past. Locating one he felt would be appropriate for the situation, he unfurled its beige boundaries, running his ebony finger over the text. Once he confirmed that this one would do, he stood in the mouth of the cave, drawing the necessary symbols in their correct place. The invisible barrier would only allow those inscribed in the casting to pass without pause, but for others, it would provide to be a challenge. Ryltar made note to include the creature dubbed Feraloth in this preparation. The gnome was not one to cross. That should suffice till we return. The shielding should last for 15 hours. Do you feel that is acceptable? he questioned the more seasoned beings amongst him. With a host of disabling spells and his mind-numbing poison equipped to hand crossbow, he made his posture known of him to be ready, as they say. If no more spells are required of me at this time, I am ready for this trek. he stated with a bow to the dragon-blooded kobold.
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Ryltar followed this off group. The orc-blooded Ur, the crazy yet insightful gnome, and the dreaded raccoon. He still pondered if such a creature should be as feared and respected as the gnome led on to, or if he was being taken for a fool. For the time being, staying alert and cautious seemed the most logical of his option. On he went, keeping pace with the larger and stronger Ur, but a step ahead of Miranda... just in case Feraloth got any strange ideas. While they traversed the surface world, Ryltar took in the details as fast as he could. Breaking a branch here and there, stuff the contents in his pouches, he was preparing a good collection of stuff to research. Though, he would much rather take one of these larger tree structures back home, he knew that was a bit presumptuous. His thoughts were interrupted by a halting of the trek. Ur signaled to the gnome to move about. It was a good strategic move for this venture, but Ryltar wasn't prepared for such a tactic. Changing his plans, he acknowledged Ur by preparing a Hold Monster spell he had handy. He wasn't sure if a unicorn was considered a monster, but it was a shot he was willing to take. If all else failed, a quick bolt from his poison laden hand-xbow should do the trick, in theory. The drow quickly formed the hand gestures, muttering the appropriate dialogue. With a thrust, Ryltar pushed his hands forward, bringing them down in an arch as if forming a shell or bubble around the equine prize. Unsure if the spell had worked on the steed, he stared on stiffly for any signs of failure. His readied weapon was already aimed at the creature in case of an unforeseen failure.
Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

The unicorn mother froze as the spell was uttered. The foal was still drinking until it noticed something was going on. He looked at his mother and whinnied in distress before the gnome came leaping out of the bushes and cold cocked the littler fucker with a sap. The foal crumpled and was left beside the still mother. Ur came out and pulled out some enchanted rope and began to tie up the pair. He summoned up a Grey Render and had the beast lift up the tied up matron unicorn and he grabbed the foal. We did well. Good job going for the mother instead of the child as well, it really made the job easier. Ur nodded gratefully at the drow and then turned to the gnome, And good going with you as well, little lady. I am surprised you didn't beat him with that raccoon of yours though. Feraloth would not waste his skill upon petty unicorns. He hunts only the tarrasque when his craving for meat overcomes him! She laughed wickedly and cuddled the raccoon in her hands as she walked behind them merrily. Ur knew she was kidding as no raccoon in it's right mind would go after a tarrasque but it didn't enter his mind that Ryltar wouldn't know that. Back at camp they found a crying wood elf tied up and bleeding from his foot. Jarikk was getting rid of unused bits of the deer meat and other rabbit parts. He visibly brightened when Ryltar came back. Ur dismissed the Grey Render and dragged the mother unicorn into the camp. The rope was keeping both mother and foal in a form of suspended animation so they didn't fight at all. The foal was still knocked out and the mother was still under the effect of the hold monster spell. Jarikk ran over to Ryltar and dusted his poor drow master off and began to fuss over him. Oh sir, you look dreadful! You must allow me to tend to you. That is...if you wish for me to...master. I am sorry, I did not mean to over step my bounds.
Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Unaccustomed to compliments, Ryltar nodded and watched the obviously more powerful male dispatch the foal. It was a little pleasing to see such strange creatures easily crumple. How strange, though, that surface creatures seemed much weaker. You couldn't just drop a spell like that on something in the Underdark... lest you wanted to be laughed at or die, but it was a chance he took and noted the lesson. Even something as prized as unicorn could fail to such a low grade spell. The gnome was surely insane... or maybe suffered from being possessed? The young drow had heard of such problems when dealing with fiends, but he waited before passing complete judgment. He would have to interrogate Jarikk about this nutter later. He would like to know how one could possibly be possessed in such a functional way. But seeing that ball of fur and thinking it could fearlessly stalk the legendary tarrasque? Either someone was playing a joke on him, or this gnome had one of the most powerful creatures known to life. Ryltar mentally noted to study these raccoons when he returned. They seemed useful to his plans. As the came back to the cave, there was a sobbing surface elf, bound and bleeding from an unusual place. Inspecting the elf, as he had never really had an opportunity to see one alive for so long, he seemed highly interested in documenting various things of interest for his personal knowledge. With the mare and her foal disabled and in camp, he had a little bit of pride that was noticeable on his face. Jarikk interrupted him and that left a sour look on his face. It was hard for him to contain his disdain at this moment, but he realized how powerful the group Jarikk had assembled. Now would not be the time to say anything ill. That's quite alright, Jarikk. Do well to contain yourself next time. Now, give me some space. I have several notes to take before this day is over. Much to do. he said pulling his books out, readying his quills. With his notes underway, he listened to the conversation to follow.
Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Jarikk watched Ryltar walk off and felt pretty miserable. He hadn't meant to infuriate his master. With drows that was never a certainty of NOT pissing them off, the temperamental black elves often changing emotions as the breeze changed direction. Jarikk sulked off closer to the forest elf. Suddenly he felt like he could take his anger out on the elf. It might not truly do anything, of course, but at least it would make him feel better for a small amount of time. He lashed out at the sniveling elf, striking him in the head and causing him to yelp. Jarikk walked over to the kobold and sat down, his mood rather soured as well. She looked at him and shook her head, I still don't get it. Drow are rather flimsy, emotionally. For whomever they deal with and themselves. You start liking one and BAM, his sister killed him. Or she gets shipped off to another city so she doesn't pose a threat to her mother. Or they just get themselves killed. For no reason, probably was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Which, in drow cities, is about anywhere when the matriarchal PMS kicks off. Ever been with a group who cycled together? Nasty shit. She finished up cleaning a carcass and tossed the fur to get worked on. Ur had lumbered over and nodded, Yeah, I have to get new contacts with them at least every few months. I find it kind of funny. Normally elves like to go on and on and on about how long lived they are, how in touch with nature they are, how they are just such perfect, proper people and you suck because you have body hair. Drow? Drow are definitely different. And the fact they help kill off those snooty tree elves doesn't hurt, it just means more of them die because they charge headfirst into the sunlight when they are adapted to caves and darkness. They do take out a good number of elves with them generally. Of course, they are still snooty, just in different ways. Jarikk shook his head, Ryltar is different. Or, more properly, he has the ability to be different. If he could just see it. It is rather hard when you are surrounded by hordes of bitches with scourges telling you what shit you are for having a penis. The other two just shrugged. If Jarikk wanted to believe that, sure, but a drow was a drow. Even the good drow were often just as accident prone as their evil relatives. Be it from jealous people, untrusting natives, or just stupidity with how to deal with the surface world they died just the same. Food is up if you want some, gobbo, Jik said, hacking off a chunk of cooking deer for herself. Jarikk looked at the deer and shrugged, lopping off some meat to have.
Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Ryltar started taking notes in his tome, but had a hard time concentrating. The conversation being had was almost as if it was loud enough to be heard on purpose. Pausing for a moment, the young drow grew angered at his people being spoke of, but knew that it was truth. It did seem that a lot of drow were quite capable of getting themselves killed prematurely. Very rare was it for a drow to live to a ripe old age of 400 or so. Trying to play off not hearing such things, Ryltar took out a small set of sheers that had been designed for trimming spell components, and trimmed quite a few unnoticeable locks from the unicorn mare's tail hairs. Tying a piece of twine around it, he placed it in his hip bag, letting the conversation carry on. Taking the sheers, he trimmed a little shavings off of the mare's hooves, placing the bits in a very small draw string bag. As the goblin servant spoke of him, the drow was a little confused, but then it clicked in his head. His manservant had been feeling rather fond of him. It wasn't unheard of amongst male drow, that is picking up a male companion, but a goblin? A goblin servant? How could he think that was even possible? But the young male thought for a moment how advantageous this could be. Maybe there could be a use for the goblin's infatuation with him. This would have to be explored and experimented with. In his notes, Ryltar drew a caricature that would flatter the goblin if he were to see it. With that, he blew on his notes, finally joining the group around the burnt game animal. Sitting down rather close to his goblin, he waited for Jarikk to serve him a portion.
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Jarikk almost immediately carved off a hunk of the deer and handed it delicately to the drow, not wanting the man to burn his sweet, gentle fingers. Be careful sir, it is hot. But it is also good. Jik rolled her eyes and looked up at the orc who was about as thrilled as she was with watching what was happening. He shook his head and decided he would eat his share of the kill somewhere else, away from the damn servantmaster relationship that was going on with Jarikk and Ryltar. Jarikk fussed over his drow, arranging his hair if allowed to and basically making sure Ryltar looked well groomed and genteel, even above ground where he would be seen by no one important. It was being allowed to fuss over the man that started to make Jarikk feel better. In truth, Jarikk always remembered the young drow boy who expressed love to him before he had the idea of compassion and caring beaten out of him by drow society. It's what kept him close to Ryltar, even if the man no longer believed in the sappy types of affection he had shown the goblin when he was younger. Miriam came from the forest, dragging a dead fox with her. She plopped down and grabbed a chunk of the deer and ripped it off, eating some herself before feeding her companion by jamming bits of the meat into the dead animal. She seemed blissfully unaware of the creature's death, speaking to the animal after forcing bits of meat down its gullet. Jarikk looked a bit distastefully at the show that Miriam put on and suggested, politely of course, that he and Ryltar should move. Or, at the very least Ryltar who did not need to eat with this kind of depravity going about.
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With his meal in front of him, Ryltar sampled the beast's flesh and found it an odd taste. Compared to the subterranean crustaceans and rothe, this meat was rather strange. It seemed stringy and a little tough to chew, but perhaps its flavor would be bettered by some cave salts or served with some sauteed morels. Recalling he didn't bring any spices, he sighed while eating the roasted animal slowly. Ryltar figured any meat was better than being hungry, but that didn't stop him from unintentionally showing his disdain. The drow allowed his servant to mess with his hair, as some twigs and various surface flora had managed to attach itself to him. He was keen on the reactions of those around him, but knew it wasn't something he needed to answer for. These were Jarikk's comrades and thus were his problem to deal with. It was at this time that the crazy gnome wandered back into camp with an obviously deceased creature in her hands. Pausing his eating for a moment, he looked at the beast she had. The coat was an exquisite shade of orange with black paws. Ryltar jogged his memory, trying to recall what this small beast was. While he was thinking, she began to force feed the corpse some of the meal he had been previously enjoying. The drow stared for a few moments before leaving his meal in its spot, walking to the back most part of the cave with Jarikk. Put off from his meal, he spoke in Drow Sign Language with his back turned to the resto fthe group. When the gnome is finished wasting food, see about acquiring the dead animal's corpse. I have use for it. he quickly flashed. Then aloud, he spoke low to his goblin. I'm in need of some rest. Be sure I'm only disturbed when needed. he stated plainly, before removing his traveling robe. Sitting down in his sleeveless tunic and simple breeches, he crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap. With that, he was almost immediately in meditation. His brain had been swamped with thoughts and plots, but Ryltar needed a moment to himself to sort these things.
Thread: Tarak Tales -- Round Two -- OOC Thread

Alrighty then! We finally got the ball rolling. Are you gonna' post our profiles, O great and powerful GM?
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You want I should just throw 'em up there? I can, it's no problem. Still working with Gaz on hers, but when she's in shape, I can do that with her if I've done that with everyone else...
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I think it would be good to have everyone's profiles and appearances up for view, instead of randomly strewn about, like the last thread.
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I take it we're leaving out Dready until he has time to jump back in?
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Dready's not on this adventure there are also other criteria for selection, but we haven't got to those yet.
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I had told him the new threads are up, but he still says he's out for now.
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Alrighty. I read what was going on in the RP thread. Two posts?! come on now...
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Hey! Work has been busy. Plus I'm trying to get the right note of disdain in the man's reply... it has to be provocative. So it's turning around in my head...
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I can understand the work thing seeing as I'm at work as well, but when you need to mull over just how rude someone's insult is going to be, it's a little bit scary. Your being a maximalist in words only adds to the fear factor.
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He's supposed to be an unpleasant bastard. I'm not too terribly good at unpleasant words just because the person is cranky. And I have to get particularly cutting in order to provoke Cersei, like we wanna do. So it's not been easy, I'm still mulling it over...
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-rolls about- I've seen an orc wipe his arse with a sheet of parchment, and it looked better than the shite you have written down here. douchebag voice Bwaha. Somehow, I think what you're going to post is gonna' be worse.
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Well, he's too prim and prissy to say that, but that's kind of the attitude he's going for.
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-waits- -anticipates-
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... are you done trying to pressure the GM? Because I can delay posting as long as I want to, you know.
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Watchoo talkin' 'bout, foo? I wasn't pressuring you, just motivating you. XD
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buries Kite 6 feet under ground 3 You may continue.
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-pops up behind Misha- I believe it's your turn, Mishy. 3
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There, that should do.
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I wonder what that mess will look like when Cersei is done.
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She's not trying to kill him, just hurt him a lot.
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D Awww. That guy is too much of a douche-bag to live. I figured Cersei was gonna' make him go 'SPLODY! From the inside.