OOC: Myrra is probably only part-human, and Aeryn is a half-drow.....technically a form of half-elf. Half-elves get a bonus to Spot and Listen (in other words, keen eyesight and hearing), so he could still see you.

Mages have better eyesight than Fighters, at least!:p

Secretskull......PLEASE spellcheck your posts! You forget quotation marks, commas, periods......if you talked like that in real life, you would sound like you belonged in a mental institution. For the love of God and Chaos, use some punctuation WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO!!!

.....thanks, I just lost my cool for a second there.

IC: the wizard sighed, rolling his eyes, "Do you really want to know? Or do you just intend to attack us? If so, do it now....and don't waste time bandying words you don't mean."

((Since we're in dialouge... And yeah, but your on the surface, remember? ;) ))

Za'rel gave the half-drow mage a blank look, and said, "Had I wanted your blood, you would know it." Then paused for a second, and added, "I am the last of the Blood Eagle Clan. We have defended the spring for generations, from outsiders like you. I would suggest you turn back now."

Sensing the tension, Za'rel struggled to resist the urge to keep her hands on of the gleaming hilts of her swords, "Too many to fight..." she thought, feeling, (but not looking) nervous.

((If there is a fight, and you win, you can probably coerce her to join you, honor thing and all.))

The quicksilver dragon looks at her, smelling her nervousness. He decides to satisfy his own honour at the same time while guaranteeing that they find the spring and says, "We outnumber you four to one last of the Blood Eagle Clan. You will gain nothing but the complete destruction of your clan." Mercury pauses for a moment, seeing that his barb had struck before continuing, "We have gained this knowledge as payment for our victory. I will make you an offer however, fight me and if I win you must show us the way ot the spring but if you lose we will allow you to leave in peace."

((Half-nicking from CBT, bear with me.))

Za'rel was almost taken aback by the Dragon's proposal. It was so clanlike, so... But, dragons are notorious for their theifish, dishonorable qualities! However. This one is different.

She had recieved a Batchall from this dragon, seeking a trial of possession for the exact location of the well. As was code, she must accept.

"You and I both know a Clan cannot survive without the lesser Castes. I will do my duty until the end."
"Thus I accept your trial of possession. Any weapons, this location, till yeild." Za'rel stated, with a Zellbrigen gleam in her eye.
Mercury nodded.
"Well bargained. and done."
Za'rel drew her swords, and took a defensive stance.

((Hmm... Dragon. Scales too thick for the normal weapon, magical attuneness will mitigate etheral weapon damage. Well, It'll be interesting for sure.))

Myrra sighed noisily. She didn't expect her note to go down that badly. Ah well, if the stranger insists on trying to kill Mercury, she won't interfere. At least, not yet.

Mercury shifts his stance too and regards his opponent. He spreads out his wings to look more imposing and unleashes the dragonfear, attempting to demoralise Za'rel before the battle had even truely begun. He also is ready to twist his wings in front of him as a shield for with his innate magic he would be able to deflect spels cast at him if he was ready for it. Raising his head, he opens his jaws and inhales, electricity crackling off his jaws. The dragon prepares to exhale a bolt of lightning.

Za'rel is unphased by Mercury's aura of fear. Preparing for her own attack, she crosses her blades in front of her, and says, "Deamons of the spirit realm, Lend me your fangs! Etheral Blades!" The Reaver's swords suddenly crackled with purple arcs of lightning, and emitted a loud noise akin to screeching metal. Suddenly, these effects stopped, and the only visible change was that Za'rel's swords were now 50% transparent.

Thinking Mercury would have a hard time aiming his breath at close range, Za'rel charges at him with a swift dash, swords poised.

Myrra ignored Za'rel's impatient dash at Mercury, turning her back on the fight. She twitched her left hand, bringing a massive root out of the earth. The unfortunate tree groaned painfully, bending slightly from the uprooting. The huge, snake-like root writhed and then sank a little. Satisfied, Myrra walked to it and abruptly sat on it, watching the ensuing fight with low humour.

Mercury breaths forth the bolt of lightning, Za'rel feeling all her hair stand on end as it crackles over her shoulder. Some distance behind her it hits a small boulder which explodes with a concussive boom, spraying out shards of rock. Mercury still has tricks up his sleeve though. He gives a screeching cry and casts a gloryscale spell. His silvery scales begin to glow with a brilliant radiance. Within seconds they flare to such a degree that he is difficult to look upon, his brilliance making eyes water. Expecting Za'rel to use some sort of spell on herself he readies his magic to shunt the spell onto himself even as he moves forwards slowly, intending to let his radiant form give him an advantage in melee.

Feeling the near-miss of the lightning breath, Za'rel didnt let the minor shock deter her from the all-important first attack. Thinking it would be best to use the bulk of her skills quickly, to get maximum effect, Za'rel initiates the second of her bladespell enchantments, "Blame your fate." she whispers, "Harrowing Affliction!" The Reaver's blades suddenly take a blood red hue, and she slams into Mercury a mere split second before his scales burst into a brilliant mass of light, making a deadly thrust at his midsection.

((Harrowing affliction is a spirt based spellblade, likes to do lots of negative status effects. More of an ability than an actual spell, so I'm going to assume I can do it eversoslightly quicker than you can cast.))