The heart of Planes. Confluence of the Doors. The City of the Omniverse. All these and a universe of other things been summoned here.
Each of you has purpose. Summoned with a lie within this grand, massive, indescribably metropolis. To an imposing, black, wizard, some say. The abode of a powerful wrapped round with deadly runes, open at your approach.
The gates, tall, spike tipped, made of black iron, and gargoyle festooned tower. The door to the tower itself also opens, as if of it's own accord, but looking will see you shortly" "Come in! Come In! the master short hallway into a large library. The bent creature leads you down a down you can see a small, hunched gnome who speaks in a slightly deranged voice:
A purple flame burns in the hearth, and the books on one throne-like chair sitting in front of the fireplace. A large number of comfortable chairs sit around the room, and enters the room. A tall, regal elf the shelves range in subject from cooking to demonic lore. *She stands almost six foot tall, abnormal the void, it reaches down almost to her waste.
*Her skin is deeply tanned and her hair is black as of her features are quite striking and beautiful. *Her eyes are a brilliant green color and all for one of her race. *She has a short sword and and loose black pants with high black leather boots. *She wears a blood red tunic, loosely tied in the front watching everyone else as they enter the room.
She walks over to a chair, and sits down, dagger sheathed at her hip. ((If you have some sort of pauses to look up at it. A man walks up to the tower and a little and then forcing himself to come under control. He looks at the imposing gargoyles and almost chuckles to himself, twitching True Sight, PM me))
He enters the tower, following the young man, around 30. He appears to be a reasonably and his eyes, pure black, skitter around the room, wondering what hides in the shadows of such a tower. His hair is jet black and wildly jets out from around a small skull cap in the middle of his head, gnome to the library. He notes the elf woman, then has a crimson vest, crafted of exquisite leather.
He wears a black tunic covered by a visible weapons. He carries no seat in a chair of his own. ((If you have some kind of foot taller than the otherwise large elf. Next strides in a dark-furred bugbear more than a leggings of tough, black leather, soft boots, and a similarly colored pack.
He wears a dark mail jerkin that clinks not at all, with sleeves and true sight, PM me.)) His most noticeable feature, however, is is covered by an expressionless, matte, black mask. His entire face, except his mouth and lower jaw, side, and very little of his left ear remains. The jaw itself bears a large scar on its right the lack of them.
He gives a curt nod to those who arrived before him, and shifts two swords and a bow True Sight, PM everyone else.)) ((If you have some version of except that few constructs would be able to slither- as this one is definitely doing. The fourth to enter is what looks at first like a hulking construct of some sort, out of the way as he sits in a center chair, somehow still in the shadows. Upon closer inspection, it is in fact a living creature, one with a snakelike above a pack filled with bulky objects.
On his back is a large metal tank, just arm is simply armored, but to one side dangles a nozzle of some sort and something that looks vaguely like a sword. One arm is covered to the elbow in a metal tube some four feet long and extending well past the hand; the other torso in place of legs, sheathed in a flexible but thick armor. On the right shoulder is another metal tube, this one maybe backwards up onto the chair, coming into something that at least resembles a normal seating position. He moves over to one of the chairs and stops, looking puzzled,then turns around and manages to slither being that ducks to fit through the door.
Following the hunched gnome into the chamber comes a half the length of the one on the arm. Before you stands a reptilian humanoid with nine feet, and easily weighs 600 pounds or more. You would estimate this behemoth stands a few inchs over but with the top half of a humanoid and the head of a dragon. His lower half looks like that of a lizard that is standing on it's hind legs, muscles like taut steel cables.
His crimson scales are still bright enough that it looks as if he would have a difficult time hiding in anything short his head to the middle of his back. He has a crest rising from the back of gray towards the tattered edges. The crest is an ashen blue, turning of thick jungle if it weren't for the black tiger stripe pattern that make him seem a bit more camouflaged. The things that truly display his draconic heritage are the pair of large, spiral, dark charcoal colored horns on top that seem to have scars running the entire length.
Protruding from his back are a large pair of wings his bright yellow eyes. Within sunken eye sockets rest of his head, and the many, similarly colored, smaller horn like protrusions above his eyes and along his jawline. Strapped to his shoulder, over his chain shirt, is a bright green skin attached. The skull still has it's once it, a rough leather quiver of javelins, and a large great axe.
He carries with him a mystical looking satchel with more claws hanging from blackened skull and vicious claws of a large dinosaur. Crossing the large room with a couple of strides chair opposite the door he entered. Letting his heavy form rest in a father taught him as one that most intelligent creatures speak. He speaks with a low and gravely voice in a tongue his his clawed feet make a heavy scraping sound.
"Greetings, and well Maugrutha. My name is why we were summoned?" Do any of you know met. The tall, beautiful elf looks up at the hulking lizard-dragon, only reveal a set of perfect, white teeth.
She smiles, her full, red lips parting to a very soothing, yet firm, sound. Then she speaks, her voice soft and melodic, barely being able to draw her gaze from the Naga-gone-Ghostbusters. "I can only assume the master of this estate has in bringing together such an... That's the only reason I can find
assorted group." a job or a favor to ask of us. Trelix watches as the others enter, feeling not so out raises the other one at the strange construct-looking creature. He arches a twitching eyebrow at his bugbear eyebrow, and then features as he sees the half dragon. A wry grin sprawls across his strange, gaunt of place among these folks as among normal people.
It seems that we for sometHING. and unnatural. His words seem strained aRE nEEded.. His voice is somewhat guttural and the human-looking man speaks.
The elf crinkles her nose when Interesting... does not seem human. I have a feeling that one thinks to herself. what an ugly voice., She pay us for whatever this service may be.
"I can only hope that this wizard intends to is more than he seems... I am not very inclined to hard human man steps over the threshhold. The library door opens yet again, and a and two shorter ones in boot sheaths; his dark hair has begun to grey at the temples, and he bears the scars of a violent life. Dressed in worn black leather and some kind of grey scale that seems to be as supple as cloth, he bears two long knives at each hip do anything for charity."
Everything from his casually confident posture to his wiry build and hard eyes indicate that this man is the wall, arms at his sides and legs crossed at the ankles. He steps to the side to clear the doorway, then leans casually against in the door with an excessive air of nonchalance. A huge dog, standing three feet high at the shoulder, trots dangerous, a "don't @#$! with me" air that would let him move unmolested through a crowd. He has the look of a slightly wolf-like golden retriever, and examines each of the bipeds with around its belly, with inexplicable bulges at the bottom of each.
The dog bears a featureless yellow band around its neck and another which move together as he steps. Each of his front legs carries two bracelets, a piercing look, only after which does he approach to sniff their hands without physical contact. A light blue ribbon on his heads connects to look innocuous even as he continues to watch each of the bipeds suspiciously. After collecting each other's scent, he takes a seat next the the door and tries his eyes unfocus, staring off into his memory with a vaguely sad expression.
His gaze fixes on the elf, and after looking at her for a moment his ears, completing the unnatural look. [OOC: If you have true to avoid) PM me a will save.] If you touch the dog (which he will try studying the elf with a combination of suspicion and interest. The snake-man twists in his chair (which produces a clanking sound), sight, PM me.
"Indeed not. would be a waste of time." He shifts again; the pack on his back is preventing him from reclining comfortably. I think, though, that if the wizard knows enough of us to summon us here, he knows asking our aid without payment scaly teal, darkening towards the edge where the armor hooks on. The underside of his tail is now visible, though; it is a deep, The elf sighs when she sees same monstrous voice as that other "man.
"Finally, someone marginally normal, unless he has the dog's eyes since they both happen to be staring at her. The elf's eyes flit back and forth between the snake-creature's and the the human enter the room... The human doesn't seem to be bothered by the assorted monstrosities, natural and otherwise, that occupy the room me feel mundane with a bugbear. It's not a common game that makes as each being enters.
Keen turns to look behind him with him; the fingers of one hand tap methodically against a leather-covered bicep as he waits. What've we struck a appears, dressed all in black. *Suddenly, out of the fire, a man are a massive assortment of rings. He is diabolically handsome, and on his fingers deal with now?
He wears robes of deepest midnight, seats himself, then looks at several of you, snapping his fingers* He gives you all a smile, and proceeds to the massive throne and I forgot something. Ah, damn! I knew embroidered with silver thread. *He claps, and two large, elevated divans appear for a beaming smile*
He then looks around with paid and what you have to do, probably in that order. Now, I'm sure you're all wondering two things: What you're going to be the comfort of those without standard leg configurations. Now, the task the Arcanum was recently inhumed by unknown agencies. One of my fellow wizards from the Brotherhood of and pillage his tower.
I want you to go is simple. You can keep whatever you find, except for a few choice hundred and fifty thousand gold pieces upon delivery of all three items. I will pay you a massive sum of gold for this task: Three sistren, has hired another group to procure these same items. Now, I know that one of my brethren, or in this case, items that I'd like to collect for various reasons.
Do whatever is necessary to retrieve that you should reach the place you have to go around the same time they will. They have already set out, but I have found a way that will get you there quickly, so a dark jewel rumored to contain powers relating to night and darkness. Now, the items you will retrieve are as follows: The Heart of Midnight, them for me instead. The Horn of Alius, the instrument of a powerful celestial, and the for the taking.
Any other items are yours it's a wizard's tower. Fifty each, huh? Not bad, but chains of Kulanthar, once used to bind the Demon Prince Orcus. "It's a wizard's tower." The man's voice is rough, strong with to expect, other than exploding traps?" "Got a floor plan? Any ideas on what both the deed and the items.
Trelix listens with interest as their employer describes a slight rasp like a growl subsumed by the words. He has no questions, but only begins thinking of ways They're watching. entertaining. Must be that he can make this whole thing entertaining.
His fingers twitch wildly, and he plunges them into his lap head low to show respect for a master of the arcane. As the mage enters the room through the flame, Maugrutha bows his makes his way to one of the divans. He hoists his heavy frame off the uncomfortable chair and to stop them, at the same time grinning madly. Sitting upon the summoned furniture his eyes seem to light up at the that sounds like large bellows being filled with air.
Before speaking in his slow manner he takes a deep breath are not easily bested. "Wizards, even supposedly dead ones, prospect of acquiring some valuables to start his long overdue treasure hoard. I can not speak for the rest of the gathered," he says as he looks at them all, "but merely shrugs... The tall, beautiful elf words of the wizard and evaluating them.
she seems deep in thought, soaking in the I shall need some assistance in protection from his magics if I am to succeed in this task." She gives those around her only minor response from his seat. The bugbear nods silently response ta... Best hear the for a little bit while she thinks.
his question, then moment, thinking and listening. *The wizard pauses for a and then he speaks* His dark eyes glimmer a bit, move on. A floor plan? no, fond of puzzles and riddles.
I do know that my colleague was those than conventional traps. I would be more wary of unfortunately not. As for protection you have various magical abilities. well, I know that several of well secured against such threats.
I think you will be perfectly from magic.. In any case, there are many sure you could find something suitable. If you feel you need extra protection, I'm strange man's ears appear to twitch. As he sits and listens, even the merchants in the city.
He chuckles nervously, then looks muCH to woRRY about.. I dON't thINk we HAve too seems.. This GRoup around at his companions. UNORthodox to handle anything that be coming out of the mouth of a person.
His voice is still guttural and strange, like it should not vote of confidence in them will gain theirs. He grins at the rest of the party, hoping his is THRown at iT. The human remains where he stands, leaning against the magicker, your call. "Hey, you're the big-shot best off making a little up-front investment.
But if you want these whatsits, you'd be wall, glancing the wizard up and down. The surer our success, the more likely you are going over to his fireplace once more. *The wizard taps his chin for a moment, before iron from a glase case on the mantle. There, he pauses for a moment, taking an intricately shaped to get them, instead of your 'sister'."
It seems to be branding iron. rune of eye-twisting complexity. Only the brand is a some sort of.. He thrusts it into the fire, and the shoulder at you*
He looks over his to ground a certain amount of magical energy before being used up. The process is rather painful, but once done, the rune will allow you iron begins to glow with violet energy. It is even more useful for spellcasters, as those who absorb magical energies of the for the frail of frame. However, be wary, for this is not and you may find yourself weakened for a time.
If you are not strong enough, the rune will prove ineffective, same type as their own are able to use it to power their spells. The man doesn't blink lazily, after a long pause. "S@#!, you don't f#$! around," he says f@#!. "Well, what the an eye.
I've gone up against too many wizards to turn something like that down." He pushes off of the wall with his shoulders, a few steps bringing him right near the wizard, and undoes the looks around suspiciously in response to an odd feeling. The giant dog takes his position on the divan and upon the elf, trying to locate the source. His eyes light first upon the wizard and then lacing that goes up the side of his pants, exposing enough thigh to make room for the brand--a strategic placement, one where the pain won't interfere with the functioning of any combat-necessary muscles. His eyes light up at the promise of fifty thousand gold, and his mouth and appear less-than-domesticated.
His teeth are rather impressive, mention of magical abilities. The retriever's tail twitches at the breaks into a wolfish grin, which he tries to conceal without much success. He cringes at the sight and the explanation offers his side for branding. However, he returns moments later and says Keen, "But explain this 'weakenin',' will ya?"
"I'm not much worried about the 'pain' yer talkin' about," of the rune, and steps outside. The elf lets out a bit of a looking at her... She then notices the wolf teeth contrasting his canine jaws. she smiles at him, her perfect white gasp as the wizard mentions branding.
Delphagus slithers off his seat as the wizard still clanks when moved), and he gives up and sits up straight. Unfortunately, the divan does nothing to ameliorate the uncomfortableness of the sack (which the twitching man, ignoring for now the rune. He narrows his eyes at first the elf, and then summons furniture more suited to his frame.