Krynn - Silvanesti (Day One, Part Three)

Realizing his words have fallen on deaf ears, Ra’ziir speaks to Onfroithalas in Elven. Not expecting the languages to be similar but trying nonetheless, he says, “It seems the disdain for Dwarves in your world rivals even that of my own… Grotto is short tempered, and often belligerent, but he has proven to be a valuable addition to our group.”

Onfroithalas rolls his eyes, "Yes, so all of your companions have said and yes, perhaps, he is as good and noble as all of your companions claim but until I see it with my own eyes, I will withhold judgment."

Ra'ziir's head swims for a moment as a bit of the last night in Asgard washes over him. He sees Odin, now dressed in heavy furs and chainmail leaning over him, light spilling out from around the edges of his eyepatch, "... and you have far to travel still and challenges beyond your imagination await. I will provide each of you a gift to make your journeys easier. I grant you the ability to speak and understand any language you hear." Odin then placed one hand upon the bladesinger's shoulder and touched two fingers of his other hand to Ra’ziir's forehead. There was a brief surge of energy and then the All-Father moved on to the next party member in line, imbuing each with the All-Speak.

Drax watches the verbal exchange between the party, studying Onfroithalas' movements, committing them to memory in the event the assassin decides that the pompous elf needs to be terminated. He quietly whispers "محاذاة غير قابلة للكشف" and "غير كشف". He also takes the time to plot the best route to escape the room if need be. and studying Onfroithalas in the event that the elf requires termination.

Romulus looks Onfroithalas in the eye and says, "I can assure you, having fought dragons before, that an army of them has no fear of your House Protector."

Raven nods in agreement and seeing how the rest of the group is arming itself, he does the same.

Shadow notices Arthur's laying of hands fail. He frowns, wondering if this world will be like Nehwon or Hyboria with different rules regarding the flow of magic. He gives his staff a tap, invoking the power of light. An eldritch glow immediately suffuses the area. Onfroithalas raises one eyebrow. He shifts his weight slightly, turning his body to present a more narrow profile toward the drow. His eyes sweep the party again, this time glancing over the small tables their gear is stacked on at the ends of the beds, this time taking note of component pouches and other arcane paraphernalia. "You are a wizard? Which order of High Sorcery do you serve and where are your robes?"

Romulus rolls his eyes, "Most of us possess some skill at magic, in some cases more than one kind."

"Last I heard, there was no Tower of High Sorcery in Kendermore." Lorraine raises one eyebrow quizzically, "Are you implying that you are a wizard as well?"

The halfling smiles and scratches his snowy leopard behind its ears before joining the others as they get dressed and arm themselves.

Grotto's eyes grow wide as Arthur's magic fails. He quickly downs his glass of water. He then prays, "Holy Hanseath, God of Battle and Revels, answer my plea. I ask only for a sign, a token, of your presence. Please, grant me water!"

For a long second, nothing happens.

Several more seconds pass by.

Followed by several more after that.

Water does not appear. The glass remains empty.

The woman who had spoken to Arthur turns to Grotto. "Was that a prayer? There are no gods on Ansalon. They cracked the world and then they left."

Niklas, having already inspected it, moves to his gear and dons his items, ensuring everything is in its place.

Seeing the expression on Arthur and Grotto’s faces, he asks “Is everything ok, guys?”

Arthur looks puzzled and than over to Niklas. "I can not feel the presence of Malazzarr." The paladin looks to Grotto, "Sorry my friend, I tried but it seems at the moment I cannot assist."

Cedron too looks to Arthur and Grotto. “Hmmf. New realm. New rules.” He murmurs quietly to Arthur. “We can investigate a bit later. Malazzarr’s blessings will find us. Perhaps we should pray soon.”

The minstrel-priest disrobes from his loaned elven garments, without any hint of concern for his state of undress.

“Now let’s see if my britches still fit after all that celebrating we did in Valhalla.” Cedron begins dressing in his own clothes. Finishing with the clasp of his cloak, and subtly checking its pockets to ensure the contents remain.

"EVERYONE WAIT!" Onfroithalas thunders. "I want answers! WHO are you people and HOW did you penetrate this far into Silvanesti without being detected?"

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• Arthur: 100% health

• Cedron: 100% health

• Chronosaj: 100% health

• Drax: 100% health

• Grotto: 100% health

• Knives: 100%

• Kysek: 100% health

• Niklas: 100% health

• Raven: 100% health

• Ra’ziir: 100% health

• Romulus: 100% health

• Shadow: 100% health