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"I am glad for these tidings. I, personally, am a man of peace, but I fear the king is intending a war to punish the Alvlings for their demands. So, you would be willing to reduce the demands to the normal levels, as with the past several years?"

((Also, when did I meet Gamel?))

((Don't worry about Angel. You did seem to be leaving in a hurry...))

Angel's night was unpleasant. Before the whole fainting thing, her repeated transformations into Nuriel earlier that day and evening had made her well-rested, far more than any normal human could ever expect to be; such a factor did not particularly factor into Angel's rest. About an hour or two after midnight, Angel awoke, read for about two minutes, and then remembered what had happened right before she fainted, leading to a new tantrum that was followed by a crude attempt to fix things and Angel returning to the couch in hopes of finding rest.
She woke up two feet to the left of where she was sleeping, which gave her pause. This worry was interrupted by noting that everyone had left. She quickly grabbed some leftover pizza, her clothes to change into, and ate and got dressed about simultaneously, a process which actually took more time than doing them separately as well as giving her little green dress a grease stain along one side. Angel stuffed her stuff in her sleeping bag and hurried out the door.
They're probably at Kyle's house...how can I get there?
Angel thought and thought, before surrendering to the inevitable: She had to turn into Nuriel. Once she decided to do so, she felt herself swept into a much taller body which felt strangely distant. Angel realized that she was much more cognizant of the outside world than usual, which was odd...

Nuriel flew to Kyle's house, finding it on the fifth try. Along the way, Angel couldn't help but notice when Nuriel's eyes flew too quickly over a bit of scorched city surrounded by police officers. Still, they arrived...leaving Angel helpless as Nuriel promptly gave herself severe cuts by flying in through a window in Kyle's attic. Nuriel staggered downstairs, finding the group. She was feeling rather bad by the time she reached the door, leaving her lying still for a few minutes.
Eventually, Angel lost patience and turned back.

She then opened the door. She saw Selina.
"S-Selina...um...I'm re-really...I didn't...I don't wanna...please...I'm..." Angel almost completely lost it there. She then ran over to Selina and hugged her around the waist.
"Please let me still be your friend!" Angel then continued to cry.

1. Depends on who you ask. A researcher might put more stock on what our viscera looks like, or how we react to certain magical (painful) stimuli, than our potential combat abilities/companionship (enslavement).
2. We're implying that they'd know this, and so wouldn't trust us. (even in spite of our sob story, which isn't helped by our demonic properties- we shouldn't have even had the choice to disobey after all)
  2a. Shits and giggles. I suspect it was a half-serious note.
   2a-i. They are dirty humans after all, and they are giving us a hassle by keeping our amulet. Damnable thieves.
3. And also fits with 'demons can't be trusted and/or should be purged'

1. That's a crappy researcher, and adventurers are rarely research scientists.
2. They know the mage is dead. How couldn't they? And the demonic bits are the basis of the sob story.
2a. I still don't see why we should follow it, or why the humans would automatically assume we would if we gave them clear evidence to the contrary.
3. Every race has exceptions. The adventurers should know this, if they're experienced to take down a moderately powerful mage. After all, you can't take out a goblin fortress without an inside man or an army, and adventurers lack the latter.

Quote from: Harbingerjm on June 18, 2013, 01:36:12 am

Quote from: GrizzlyAdamz on June 18, 2013, 01:09:38 am

  2a. Shits and giggles. I suspect it was a half-serious note.
   2a-i. They are dirty humans after all, and they are giving us a hassle by keeping our amulet. Damnable thieves.

I don't think he was implying that we should hurt them because he said so so much as that they may expect us to hurt them because he said so.

After all, what would you think if the demon dragon pet of the mage you murdered suddenly turned up and asked you for a precious artifact. Highly doubt they would give it to us.

Much shorter time frame than I imagined, and leaves out the part where we tell them that their new pet needs that artifact to survive.
And what use do they have for it, anyways?

Quote from: GreatWyrmGold on June 17, 2013, 11:20:22 pm

If they're like book adventurers, there's always the heart.

Unless the book is darker and edgier.

Even WH40k, Grimdark Incarnate, has its nice people. For instance, Ciaphus Cain (HERO IF THE IMPERIUM!) would probably give our little guy at least half a chance.
Hence, in our world, there's probably enough nice people that at least one is in this party of adventurers. Especially since a party full of complete murderous bastards wouldn't be liked much by the populace...

Quote from: GreatWyrmGold on June 17, 2013, 11:20:22 pm

If they're like RPG adventurers, there's always the roleplayer/female player's adventurer.

Unless they are a Monty Hauling party of Power-Gaming Munchkins...

The only parties I've ever seen that were 100% like that were also composed 100% of noobs who couldn't optimize a 20th-level wizard. They simply don't exist.

Quote from: GreatWyrmGold on June 17, 2013, 11:20:22 pm

If they're like VRPG adventurers, it's good to find that out now.

We could be tricked by a Roleplayer, or executed without warning by a Griefer...

The former is inevitable no matter what our plan is, and the latter would be more likely to backstab his party members long ago and hence have been kicked out (possibly lethally) long ago. Not to mention that if the dragon is as obviously EVUL! as everyone says it will be, the griefer would be more likely to side with us...

Nurial rolls her eyes and leans in that last little bit, sticking one arm behind Selina.

After a moment, Nuriel begins to shrink. Several seconds later, Angel is red faced, shaking slightly, and trying to say several things at once, eventually shouting "HOW DOES SHE KEEP DOING THAT?" before fainting.

"Only one way to find out..." Nuriel leans in closer.

"So, um...your turn?"

Quote from: Parisbre56 on June 18, 2013, 12:19:06 am

[...]like Jim and Feyri in the VR[...]

((This touches my heart ))

((I missed it. What happened?))

Indeed. Do we really want to try that right now, though?

Anyways, I suggest we get a decent long-term plan hammered out. Dilly-dallying about with a foot in each yard won't get us anywhere. I vote we do the following:

1. Introduce ourselves to the adventurers, explaining the whole experimented-on-hatchling story.
2. Say that we'll die if we are separated from the amulet for too long.
3. Improvise from there, as we've reached the point in any plan where enemy action makes circumstances past this point entirely impossible to guess.