You have just entered room "zoomandstuffrp."
LovelyJester has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (*totally exists*)
A Rockin SN: (oh dear.)
A Rockin SN: (We must solve this situation!)
Lithaladhwen: (Quite troubling.)
A Rockin SN: (:O)
A Rockin SN: (Anyways._
A Rockin SN: (Back to the thingy. Anyway. This will happen in the Sendouras region!)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay.)
A Rockin SN: *The nomads have been travelling for quite some time now. Crossing the Mholien region has been more troubling than usual, with sandstorms and other problems being common. Now that they are in the Sendouras region, all seems well.*
LovelyJester: (....Lex is torn. Lex needs to sanitize her home, and prepare it for incoming sick puppy. ......TORN!)
A Rockin SN: *However, something seems amiss once again. Their travels now seem... Stopped?*
A Rockin SN: *For some reason, it has ground to a halt overnight. When they would continue their journey, something seems to be stopping them...*
A Rockin SN: (You can start if you want. :O)
Lithaladhwen: (Sorry. I was consulting with folk about philsys things.)
Lithaladhwen: (Is there any indication of why they've stopped?)
LovelyJester: (lex will have to sit out for now, due to character not groovy enough, and pressing house concerns. Lex swears upon her phantom epenis she will finish her character this evening. )
A Rockin SN: (Not yet.)
LovelyJester: (however, I'm going to keep this window open for readin' purposes this evening.)
A Rockin SN: (No probs, Lexy.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay.)
LovelyJester: (*lurk*)
Lithaladhwen: *approaches one of the men who tends to be at the front when they're on the move* Excuse me, I was told we're stopping for time being and was not sure why. Is something wrong?
A Rockin SN: *nods slowly* Arman. He says something's wrong. I don't understand what... But he hasn't been wrong yet... (Arman shall thus be the eldest!)
A Rockin SN: *indeed, a hunched-over old man stands in front. He seems to be listening intently, no-one around him making a sound*
Lithaladhwen: *grateful nod* Thank you. I wonder what's on his mind. Has anyone asked him?
LovelyJester has left the room.
LovelyJester has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Hey Lex.)
A Rockin SN: Indeed, but he demands silence.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* I see.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well, if silence is what he needs, then he has it. He knows what he's doing.
Lithaladhwen: *watches Arman and waits for him to come to some decision*
A Rockin SN: *Staying silent, he kneels down, listening to the ground. Taps the staff once on the ground, then looks around*
A Rockin SN: Arman: The mountains. The Senayin.
A Rockin SN: Arman: Something comes..
Lithaladhwen: *blink*
Lithaladhwen: *waits for more information before being rude and asking noisy questions*
A Rockin SN: Arman: *shakes his head* Prepare your weapons.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Not good news then. *apprehensive little sigh*
Lithaladhwen: *draws her knife and pulls a vial of poison from a pocket, hiding the poison in a sleeve for the moment*
A Rockin SN: Arman: *turns around and hobbles inwards towards the camp, aided by two men*
A Rockin SN: *a random nomad runs around, yelling people to wake up and prepare themselves- However, all yet are silent.*
Lithaladhwen: *approaches Arman but doesn't speak, still obeying his request for silence*
A Rockin SN: Arman: *turns to look at Safiyeh, but doesn't say a word. He gestures for the men carrying him to stop.*
A Rockin SN: *Arman is an old, hugely bearded man. Not a rare sight.*
Lithaladhwen: *Safiyeh is officially a really effeminate boy! =D *
LovelyJester has left the room.
A Rockin SN: *Oh snap. Still doesn't seem to react, waiting maybe?*
Lithaladhwen: *Safiyeh, in the absence of important information, decides to do no more and no less than she's told by the guy who knows things. For now, this means waiting for him to speak first.*
LovelyJester has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Lex, I can send you a log tonight if you're having trouble staying logged in.)
A Rockin SN: Arman: You should be preparing. Something co-
A Rockin SN: *a very loud screech resonates through the air, and someone yells-*
A Rockin SN: "HILL WYVERNS!"
Lithaladhwen: *coats her weapon with poison immediately*
A Rockin SN: *a shadow falls over the desert as ten dragonkin swoop down, kicking up a wind by the strength of their wings*
A Rockin SN: *meanwhile, nomads scramble for their weaponry, as they prepare to fight...*
A Rockin SN: (Since this is before, just roll and I'll dictate)
Lithaladhwen: (What do you want me to roll?)
A Rockin SN: (Well, whatever you want to try doing that would require a roll.)
LovelyJester has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (At this point the wyverns are there and doing nothing but existing. Where are they?)
A Rockin SN: (Swooping down on the tents? I said so.)
Lithaladhwen: (Her weapon has a very short reach. About as long as her arm, as a matter of fact. Knowing that they're somewhere over her head tells me that she can't do anything to them yet. Do you want an initiative roll?)
LovelyJester has entered the room.
A Rockin SN: (I'm not forcing you to fight. I'm just saying.)
A Rockin SN: (Just decide what she'll do, and I'll ask for a roll if I say so.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay. Well, she's not going to throw herself at a wyvern until she has a better idea of what's going on. I'll roll whatever you ask.)
A Rockin SN: Someone at the back yells: "Prepare the nets! We can bring them to the ground! Someone come help!"
Lithaladhwen: *runs to assist*
A Rockin SN: *one of the men throws Safiyeh a net, before continuing to untie his. Whatever he's saying, he doesn't seem very happy*
Lithaladhwen: *is totally a member of the net team now, apparently*
A Rockin SN: (Give a roll.)
Lithaladhwen: (A roll for what, please?)
A Rockin SN: (For the untying. Call it a d20 as usual)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Lithaladhwen: (Wow. She's better than I thought.)
A Rockin SN: *Quickly, Safiyeh undoes the net. Now she has a giant net! Just in time, one of the wyverns flies over her head...*
Lithaladhwen: (Do you want an attack roll or something?)
Lithaladhwen: *When the wyvern comes close enough, she'll attempt to use the net she's been given in an attempt to bring it down.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I hate fighting.
Lithaladhwen: IM: This is just never good. I know they're desperate if they need my help.
A Rockin SN: (Roll for the throwing!)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Lithaladhwen: (Do you want me to add her AT/PA?)
A Rockin SN: (I'll take care of it. Give me a STR roll.)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, that looks about right.)
A Rockin SN: *while the net catches the Wyvern, it would seem it has caught her. It pulls roughly, pulling Safiyeh along with her. The ground kinda hurts!*
A Rockin SN: (*rolls* ...)
A Rockin SN: ( 17 damage)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: *mental profanity*
A Rockin SN: *luckily for Safiyeh, two more people run in, trying to hold the net-*
OnlineHost: A Rockin SN rolled 2 20-sided dice: 17 4
A Rockin SN: *which, with a combined effort, they manage to do! The Wyvern crashes onto the ground painfully. All around, the same could be seen happen to others, but one is right in front of you. Despite it being held, it continues to thrash
A Rockin SN: about wildly...*
Lithaladhwen: IM: What are they doing here?
Lithaladhwen: IM: I have no idea whether I could communicate with them if I tried...
A Rockin SN: *for a while, the netted Wyverns continue to trash about, screeching with a high-pitched voice... Before they are accompanied by their friends, from the same direction they came.*
A Rockin SN: *while they approach, it would seem, from a distance, that some of them turn upon their friends, and fight them in the air...*
Lithaladhwen: IM: We're in the middle of something that is NOT GOOD. I don't even know which side we've placed ourselves on at this point.
Lithaladhwen: *will refrain from attempting to cause serious harm to any of the wyverns until she figures out which ones are enemies and which, if any, are not*
A Rockin SN: *one by one, some of the wyverns drop to the ground, and the other s follow them, before turning around to the camp again- this time flying slowly and low*
Lithaladhwen: (Is there any difference in the appearances of the first group and the second?)
Lithaladhwen: (Any way to tell them apart?)
A Rockin SN: (No.)
A Rockin SN: *As they draw very close, one could see something different to them, though...*
A Rockin SN: *They have riders! Humans, Khinasi of race, are on their backs, guiding their movements. They force their mounts to land, and dismount...*
Lithaladhwen: *watches*
A Rockin SN: *They approach, hands up in a gesture of peace*
A Rockin SN: "We, of the Senajin clan, come in peace. We apologize for this incident... Please, let us speak to your leaders..."
Lithaladhwen: IM: They have an opportunity to explain themselves, but they should do so to all of the people who were just attacked.
Lithaladhwen: *scowls a little, the glow from her eyes shrinking*
Lithaladhwen: *stands*
A Rockin SN: *one of the people, a youngish one wearing a turban, looks at Safiyeh, then looks behind him and mutters something to the one behind him*
Lithaladhwen: *to the rider who spoke* It would be a gesture of good faith for you to explain this in front of us all.
A Rockin SN: *the rider looks to Safiyeh, then nods before looking behind him as well, then turns back to the nomads*
A Rockin SN: "In the name of the Senajin clan, I, Merak, apologize. As you may know, these wyverns are our steeds, raised in the Sendouras mountains..."
Lithaladhwen: *patiently hearing him out for now*
A Rockin SN: "They are our responsibilities, but some of them have gone wild. We are unsure as to what would have caused this... But that is no excuse. We apologize for this... Hopefully none of you are hurt."
Lithaladhwen: *arches an eyebrow* Do you have this problem often?
A Rockin SN: *Merak shakes his head* "Nay. It's been decades since this last happened..."
A Rockin SN: (Do Safiyeh's eyes show?)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, always.)
A Rockin SN: *a young child runs forward and pulls on Safiyeh's sleeve* "Mistur, are you a god-person too?"
A Rockin SN: Merak: Sarik! Oh, for Avala- *he is stopped form the oath by one of the women, to whom he apologizes.*
Lithaladhwen: *crouches down to his level* My name is Javid Kiyankadah. I ...*smile* would not call myself a god-person, no.
Lithaladhwen: IM: That is an uncomfortable term... I'm as human as anyone else...
Lithaladhwen: *addresses the other visitors* You said that it has not happened in decades. What happened then to cause it?
A Rockin SN: Merak: I told you, we are not sure. We're going to investigate this to the best of our ability...
A Rockin SN: *Sarik pulls on Safiyeh's sleeve, and whispers -* "My big sis is a god-person too, y'know." *He nods once, proud of himself*
Lithaladhwen: *is still at Sarik's level and nods to him approvingly before addressing the others again*
Lithaladhwen: If, as you say, this was caused by trouble with your mounts, please keep us informed of the results of your investigation. You must be aware that their behavior is a risk to us all.
A Rockin SN: "We are."
A Rockin SN: Sarik: "She's over there." *Sarik points towards one of the group*
Lithaladhwen: *looks*
A Rockin SN: *a young girl is stroking a large, grizzled wyvern, which only has one eye. It's hard to see anything about her, except that she's rather tall. When she looks back at Sarik, it is easy to notice her red eyes*
A Rockin SN: *unlike Safiyeh's, however, her eyes have whites.*
Lithaladhwen: *raises her hand in polite greeting*
A Rockin SN: *the girl lowers her head shyly, before turning back to the wyvern*
Lithaladhwen: *to Sarik* Tell her I said hello.
A Rockin SN: Merak: "Sarik, stop bothering the lady. Come here.." *sighs*
A Rockin SN: Merak: "With your permission, we shall take the wyverns that have survived. We also offer you this by way of apology."
Lithaladhwen: *stands*
A Rockin SN: *waving his hand, Merak calls two women forward, one holding a large sack of money and the other with a large bag of food*
Lithaladhwen: *big blue eyes blink in surprise*
A Rockin SN: *whispers come from around the nomads-*
A Rockin SN: "They say the Senajin control gold mines in the Sendouras mountains..."
A Rockin SN: "How else would they be able to-" *the voices are drowned out by others*
Lithaladhwen: We accept your gifts with gratitude, and wish you better luck with your wyverns in the future. I would consider it a personal favor if you would stay in touch. Should this occur again, foreknowledge would be most appreciated.
A Rockin SN: Merak: "Agreed."
A Rockin SN: Sarik: *whispers in the girl's ears, then runs back to Safiyeh* "Karri says hi!"
Lithaladhwen: *smiles* Thank you. *waves to Karri* It was lovely to meet you, Sarik.
Lithaladhwen: *to Merak* I will also attempt to relay any information that we find to you, in the the interests of preventing such problems in the future.
A Rockin SN: Sarik: "You too, mistur." *runs back*
A Rockin SN: Merak: "Thank you. Khairiya, please keep Sarik from any mischief, will you? He shouldn't have come with us..."
A Rockin SN: *The young girl, Khairiya, nods to Merak and whispers something to Sarik, before they both mount their wyverns. The other Senajin proceed to do the same*
Lithaladhwen: *bows to Merak* Take care on your journey back.
A Rockin SN: (Well, that's pretty much it. :O)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay! *logs*)
LovelyJester has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: </rp?>
A Rockin SN: Merak: We shall. Safe journeys! *the wyverns rise up, and fly off*
A Rockin SN: </rp>