Ironworks Gaming Forum - The DragonSlayer Inn

With a load moan a very ugly hobgoblin comes in sight of the group, waving frantically with his bloodied club. "Uurgh" is the only sound which comes out of its mouth, but the fighters know that it doesn't matter what the hobgoblin says; it's death that awaits this vile creature!
"Uurgh... no .. uurgh" Still waving frantically with his club the hobgoblin manages to say something in English, yet nobody listens, as they prepare for the battle.
"No.. uuurgh.. me will crush you not..urgh gnarg!" The hobgoblin wiggles a little closer, and waves about with his club. Now the group has heard his cry for savior, but they're not surprised. A hobgoblin screaming for mercy is nothing new. A dead hobgoblin isn't new either. With a load roar they attack, the hobgoblin standing stunned, waiting in vain for a godly intervention.
"Stop..uugh.. me..gnar.. not am..a hobgoblin," the creature screams in vain, and ducks away on the ground, trying to protect its stinking, repulsive body.
"Stop!"
"What's this, Grindall? Why do we stop?" A heavily breathing Knuckles stares angry at his companion.
"It's just a feeling."
"A feeling, my ass! Why don't we just slay this creature as we always do. We could even eat it for breakfast, if we would want to."
"This is not a hobgoblin, my dear Knuckles. This is an illusion, a simple soul upon whom a spell was cast."
Boiling with anger, Knuckles stands cheek to cheek with Grindall, his fists ready to deliver him a punch in the eye. "An illusion? That's the lamest excuse I've heard in my entire life. My guess is that you're becoming soft, Knuckles, yeah, soft!"
Following this conversation is the hobgoblin, who's still lying flat-faced on the ground, daring not to move. He is shaking all over, but suddenly he has gathered enough nerve, and lifts his head to speak once more.
"Yes.. urgh! The.. warrior-man.. speaking... har.. the truth he is.."
"Shut up!" At the same time both Grindall and Knuckles speak, telling the creature to be silent, and then they stare at each other again.
"Why don't we just give it a try, Knuckles? Who cares?"
"A try? A waste of time, and magic, that's what I think."
"You can have him.. for breakfast, if I'm wrong."
"Hmpf.. I still don't agree Grindall, and you know I don't, but go ahead." With an agried face Knuckles walks some distance and leans against a tree, waiting for the spell to be cast.
With a wave of his fingers Grindall casts the spell, and suddenly the ugly hobgoblin begins to transform and moments later a man lies before them. He seems to be an adventurer, but he also seems a little.. peculiar. Definitely an elf, but then again, he has some other feats that are.. different. The big tattoo on his shoulder tells them that he's...
"A drow!" With a load yell Meegosh attacks, but the drow makes a sudden move, and Meegosh stops dead in the air, his sword glimmering only inches away from the face of the dark elf.
"Yes, I am a drow, you pathetic human! Why don't you just.. drop your sword -" With a wave of his hand, Meegosh's sword lifts from his hand, and falls down on the ground. "- much better. Now let me have a word with you."

"My name is Jhsywa, in your *mortal* language it would be something like Lányll, and you can call me by that name. I am truly grateful for you to rescue me from that terrible fate. Repulsive creatures they are, those hobgoblins... Anyway, I am a thief, and a good one. I can cast a spell or two, as you might have noticed -" and with these words Lányll points at the still floating Meegosh "- and I am in debt of you. You can say whatever you want, but my god forbids me to take another path than you go."
"A drow. You can't fool me, darkling!" Knuckles comes closer to the group. "Look around fool. Sunlight! Everywhere! A normal drow would have disintegrated within seconds!"
"Uxygol!" The drow smiles. "You're pretty smart... for a human. You are correct about me not disintegrating. A very keen observation I must add. But you are a fool to say I am not a drow!" With a hiss the dark elf adds the last sentence, his eyes flashing.
"Right! I've seen and killed enough drows to know the who are and who are not of the dark race.. Lányll! A normal darkling like you wouldn't walk around in brand daylight. A normal drow would not leave the Underdark, and last, but not least a normal drow has a goddess, Llolth, instead of a god!" With a triomphantic face Knuckles stares around.
"Hahaha!" Llányll laughs out loud. "You think you're pretty smart, don't you, human? Well, you're not smart enough. I fled the Underdark, chased by hundreds of my kindred. I disobeyed the lady Llolth, ignoring her orders, ignoring her as my deity. Drizzt Do'urden and I practically the same, albeit that Drizzt is whimp, when you compare him to me. And your last question. I do not disintegrate, yes, and that is because I am favored by no other that Lathander, the Morning Lord!"
With this the dark elf reveals a talisman he wears around his neck, clearly showing the symbol of the Morning Lord Lathander.
"A normal drow would have died if he had worn this necklace, but not me. Lathander has given me this necklace, which allowes me to walk around during the day. I won't disintegrate due to his divine interference. I have helped him, and his priests on more than one occasion."

The group is silent. They know that what the dark elf Lányll is telling them is true, but is hard to believe. What should they do now? The darkling said he wouldn't leave them, whatever may happen. It is a hard decision, truly it is, but they know not who should take it...

OOC: Sorry for taking control of your characters! :rolleyes: Needed a good way to join you! [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ 10-22-2002, 08:49 AM: Message edited by: Link ]