He goes back to face the wyrm with dudes, and buffs them with a fabulous dance
Within about an hour, Sylvester is joined in the hallway by five soldiers. They lead him into another part of the castle, past a doorway guarded by another pair of soldiers, and into a room with a tunnel leading downward below the fortress.
Within about an hour, Sylvester is joined in the hallway by five soldiers. They lead him into another part of the castle, past a doorway guarded by another pair of soldiers, and into a room with a tunnel leading downward below the fortress.
"Um... this wasn't the way I came, gentlemen-"
"Yes," says the leader of the group, "You entered an extremely dangerous area beneath our fortress through an entrance over which we have no control. We currently have people working on finding and sealing that entrance, so we are using the one over which we do have control."
"What he means to say is, this is safer and more familiar," adds one of the others.
"Yes," says the leader of the group, "You entered an extremely dangerous area beneath our fortress through an entrance over which we have no control. We currently have people working on finding and sealing that entrance, so we are using the one over which we do have control."
"What he means to say is, this is safer and more familiar," adds one of the others.
"I'm flamboyant not stupid-" Sylvester retorts
"...Pray tell... who even is that man who won't eat my delicious crepes...?"
The rest of the group introduces themselves as well. When they are finished, Cinead looks across all of them. He walks over to one of the bookshelves, pulls out a book, and begins flipping through pages, muttering to himself as he does so. After about a minute or so of this, he closes the book and sets it down. "Well, this is extremely bad. You answered the riddle about Valithor Icebeard, yes?" At this, Alinor nods. "But none of you have heard any prophecies, have you? You just happened to make your way here."
Goatie is looking at his surroundings in awe. He turns to the man. ''No, sir. At least, I'm in the dark about any prophecies...''
"Yes," says the leader of the group, "You entered an extremely dangerous area beneath our fortress through an entrance over which we have no control. We currently have people working on finding and sealing that entrance, so we are using the one over which we do have control."
"What he means to say is, this is safer and more familiar," adds one of the others.
"I'm flamboyant not stupid-" Sylvester retorts
"...Pray tell... who even is that man who won't eat my delicious crepes...?"
"Who are you talking about? What does he look like?"
The rest of the group introduces themselves as well. When they are finished, Cinead looks across all of them. He walks over to one of the bookshelves, pulls out a book, and begins flipping through pages, muttering to himself as he does so. After about a minute or so of this, he closes the book and sets it down. "Well, this is extremely bad. You answered the riddle about Valithor Icebeard, yes?" At this, Alinor nods. "But none of you have heard any prophecies, have you? You just happened to make your way here."
Goatie is looking at his surroundings in awe. He turns to the man. ''No, sir. At least, I'm in the dark about any prophecies...''
"Right. But Valithor Icebeard is a known figure in the region, correct?"
Alinor nods. "He was. Until he and the other leaders of the Southern Kingdoms disappeared a year ago."
"Ah, so the pieces come together. The people who should have come here are missing." Cinead grimaces. "The time is correct for the prophecy to come to fruition, but those who are capable of stopping it are gone. The world is on the edge of destruction, and the only people who can do something about it are the lot of you, none of whom are equipped to do so and none of whom have the information required. So, it appears we have no choice. We must proceed as if all of you know what you're doing. Follow me, please." He stands up and heads to one of the doors.
"...Pray tell... who even is that man who won't eat my delicious crepes...?"
"Who are you talking about? What does he look like?"
"One way to describe him would be to say he is a very filthy man, dressed in a bundle of tattered clothing, with long, matted black hair and a matching beard. His scalp and right arm are enshrouded with thick, yellowed bandages, and his left arm is missing!"
"Who are you talking about? What does he look like?"
"One way to describe him would be to say he is a very filthy man, dressed in a bundle of tattered clothing, with long, matted black hair and a matching beard. His scalp and right arm are enshrouded with thick, yellowed bandages, and his left arm is missing!"
"I've seen that guy around," says one of the other soldiers. "Comes and goes, mostly sticks to himself. Always figured he was one of the lady's refugees."
"One way to describe him would be to say he is a very filthy man, dressed in a bundle of tattered clothing, with long, matted black hair and a matching beard. His scalp and right arm are enshrouded with thick, yellowed bandages, and his left arm is missing!"
"I've seen that guy around," says one of the other soldiers. "Comes and goes, mostly sticks to himself. Always figured he was one of the lady's refugees."
"Oh? The lady's... 'refugees' you say...?" (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
...Sylvester was being extremely foolish right now
Goatie is looking at his surroundings in awe. He turns to the man. ''No, sir. At least, I'm in the dark about any prophecies...''
"Right. But Valithor Icebeard is a known figure in the region, correct?"
Alinor nods. "He was. Until he and the other leaders of the Southern Kingdoms disappeared a year ago."
"Ah, so the pieces come together. The people who should have come here are missing." Cinead grimaces. "The time is correct for the prophecy to come to fruition, but those who are capable of stopping it are gone. The world is on the edge of destruction, and the only people who can do something about it are the lot of you, none of whom are equipped to do so and none of whom have the information required. So, it appears we have no choice. We must proceed as if all of you know what you're doing. Follow me, please." He stands up and heads to one of the doors.
"I've seen that guy around," says one of the other soldiers. "Comes and goes, mostly sticks to himself. Always figured he was one of the lady's refugees."
"Oh? The lady's... 'refugees' you say...?" (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
...Sylvester was being extremely foolish right now
"Yes. After the invasion of the Xain Empire and the unrest that has surrounded it, many people have been displaced from their homes in the region, and particularly in the Great Forest up north. Lady Alinor took them in here before we arrived. Just about anyone here who isn't Sylvanian is one of those refugees."
"Right. But Valithor Icebeard is a known figure in the region, correct?"
Alinor nods. "He was. Until he and the other leaders of the Southern Kingdoms disappeared a year ago."
"Ah, so the pieces come together. The people who should have come here are missing." Cinead grimaces. "The time is correct for the prophecy to come to fruition, but those who are capable of stopping it are gone. The world is on the edge of destruction, and the only people who can do something about it are the lot of you, none of whom are equipped to do so and none of whom have the information required. So, it appears we have no choice. We must proceed as if all of you know what you're doing. Follow me, please." He stands up and heads to one of the doors.
Goatie and his griffin follow him.
Walking through the door behind Cinead, they step into a room full of treasures. An ornately wrought gold and emerald staff topped with a long blade leans against the wall. A gold cuirass with a large yellow gemstone in the chest and wings sprouting from the back sits on a stand. Next to it, a silver staff encrusted with purple gemstones, purple energy crackling around the top. Mounted on the wall, there is a simple short sword that almost looks to be molded from stone. In the corner hangs a black iron lantern that seems to suck in light instead of giving it off. Sitting on a shelf is an instrument of some kind, a large gold horn. On the other side of the room, a shield set with ruby crystals sits next to a tall axe of strange design with a pair of red crystal blades. An elegant spear, made of what appears to be polished and twisted bone, lies on the floor where it has fallen. Set firmly into the far wall, tightly bound, are a pair of blue crystal blades with a chain connecting their golden hilts. And sitting on a pedestal in a corner is a hammer carved of black stone, shining blue crystals protruding from its sides.
"So," says Cinead, "All you need to do is figure out, with no context, which of these items is needed to save the world, learn how to use it, and then take it wherever it needs to be at the proper time and save the world with it."
For reference, here is what the items look like in no particular order:
"Oh? The lady's... 'refugees' you say...?" (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
...Sylvester was being extremely foolish right now
"Yes. After the invasion of the Xain Empire and the unrest that has surrounded it, many people have been displaced from their homes in the region, and particularly in the Great Forest up north. Lady Alinor took them in here before we arrived. Just about anyone here who isn't Sylvanian is one of those refugees."
"Eh... eheh..."
This was about when Sylvester would probably start getting flashbacks isn't it?
"Yes. After the invasion of the Xain Empire and the unrest that has surrounded it, many people have been displaced from their homes in the region, and particularly in the Great Forest up north. Lady Alinor took them in here before we arrived. Just about anyone here who isn't Sylvanian is one of those refugees."
"Eh... eheh..."
This was about when Sylvester would probably start getting flashbacks isn't it?
The five soldiers and Sylvester descend into the chamber below. Before them, it immediately divides into two paths.
OOC: Perhaps. You haven't said anything about his backstory, so you tell me.
Walking through the door behind Cinead, they step into a room full of treasures. An ornately wrought gold and emerald staff topped with a long blade leans against the wall. A gold cuirass with a large yellow gemstone in the chest and wings sprouting from the back sits on a stand. Next to it, a silver staff encrusted with purple gemstones, purple energy crackling around the top. Mounted on the wall, there is a simple short sword that almost looks to be molded from stone. In the corner hangs a black iron lantern that seems to suck in light instead of giving it off. Sitting on a shelf is an instrument of some kind, a large gold horn. On the other side of the room, a shield set with ruby crystals sits next to a tall axe of strange design with a pair of red crystal blades. An elegant spear, made of what appears to be polished and twisted bone, lies on the floor where it has fallen. Set firmly into the far wall, tightly bound, are a pair of blue crystal blades with a chain connecting their golden hilts. And sitting on a pedestal in a corner is a hammer carved of black stone, shining blue crystals protruding from its sides.
"So," says Cinead, "All you need to do is figure out, with no context, which of these items is needed to save the world, learn how to use it, and then take it wherever it needs to be at the proper time and save the world with it."
For reference, here is what the items look like in no particular order:
Uncertainly, Azril's gaze roves over the majestic weapons. Nearly all of them appear to stand out impressively with their magical glow and jewels, but which of them are needed to save the world...? His gaze rests. "Might I take the golden horn, sir...?"
