3. Tale of the Eye of Skrangrok retold...

Tale of the Eye of Skrangrok retold...


  • Mirkali sits in the corner of the Regal Whore, drinking from a bottle with dark liquid inside, and dwarven runes on a musty old label, looking thoughtful and ever-contemplating, as usual.

    As he sits calmly, he notices a group of commoners sitting in a table a bit away from him, peering him over in his garb and fancy toys hanging from it, whispering to eachother. After a bit of thinking, they finally approach Mirkali…

    "Eh… yer dat... Bard... lad... who has all sorts of magiks... and tae scarey glowey stick thing?"

    Mirkali nods slowly, as the man who was appointed to speak for the small group nods to the other, grinning, with whispers of "I told you so" and what not, before talking again.

    "Ye were tellin' this story before… 'bout... dragons... being stoned... and.... eyes... and... purdy lasses with hoofs... an'... an'... ye turned into a giant red dragon! With fire! We uh... was wonderin' if you'd tell it again..."

    The appointed speaker looks to Mirkali, as if not quite knowing what to expect, as Mirkali looks back, studying him thoughtfully… after a moment, Mirkali shrugs, putting on a grin, as was normally seen in his earlier youth, before speaking...

    "Aye, lads… I could tell you such a story, one of the dark betrayal in Crawr, and the missing Eye of Skrangranok... but... I think I'll spare the whole... turning into a dragon... thing... might not be good in this place..."

    Mirkali says, peering up at the roof, which surely if he were suddenly a dragon, his head were burst up through the ceiling, crashing into a room of "bed squeekers"

    The group of interested, yet slightly drunk commoners, bumble around, grabbing chairs to gather around. The other patrons in the room take notice, and also turn to face the bard in the corner, who takes a long drink from his dark dwarven concoction, studying the group as they finally gather 'round

    Mirkali takes one last drink, before murmuring a hymn, his voice becoming amplified, he talks in low tones, yet it reaches across the whole inn

    "There was once, in ancient times, a proud noble line of dragons, known as the "Crawr". Not very infamous, or popular, were they, but they had a decent amount of power. They were known more for their interests in traveling and exploring the planes… Somehow... as I don't know exactly
    how... they created a demi-plane... likely through a planeseed...-"

    Suddenly a couple of the commoners interrupt

    "Ohhhhh… so they're eeeevil dragons... on this... demonic... plane... thingie..."

    "No... that means they created this flat demon... y'know...since a plane is flat... I'm a carpenter, i'd know."

    "Wassit red? All them bloody bastards are always red, with wings and horns, and pointy pitchfork things."

    "When do we get to tae hoofs 'n' boobies?"

    Mirkali sighs, shaking his head, before replying

    "Silence, please. A plane is a place of existence. We exist on the Material Plane. Ghosts exist on the Ethereal plane. The term "Demi" means "Not quite" or can be used in place of "sub". So it's a plane, but it's not a full-on plane. It's rather small compared to ours. Nothing to do with demons… er... in the sense... ANYHOW!"

    Mirkali clears his throat, taking another quick drink from his dwarf stuff, before re-casting the amplification spell for good measure

    "They founded a demi-plane. A small plane of existence. For themselves, and thusly, called it Crawr, after their own bloodline. Most of the bloodline moved there, and so that is why that specific bloodline isn't well known in the Material Plane, because they mostly faded into obscurity in our histories."

    "Now… in my... various travels... across the planes even. Yes, that's right, "Portal flashy shiney shite". I came across this story enjoying an ale with a rather.... surprisingly... sociable man in interesting garb on the planes... He told me the story of Skrangranok, one of the foretold future great rulers of Crawr and the bloodline, yet befell a sad and serious tragedy. Skrangranok was an amazing, prismatic dragon. He was wise, he was powerful, and he had plans to bring glory to the bloodline. He was also first in line for the throne... as the king of the bloodline was an old ancient dragon, slowly dying of a mysterious illness. His days of kingship were soon to come to an end, and Skrangranok would take over, leading the bloodline to glory...."

    Mirkali pauses a moment, taking another drink of his dwarvish liver-killer, eyeing the attentive, and for once, quiet audience, before continuing…

    "Of course… Skrangranok was not the only one in line to the throne... No no, there was more. The ones that make a specific entrance into this story is the ones second in line, and twenty eighth in line to the throne... I unfortunately never got their names... but essentially they were jealous of Skrangranok, and plotted... if Skrangranok was "removed", the next in line behind him would take the throne, and he made a deal that he'd give the one far behind in the line to the throne preferential treatment, and have much say in matters... So they plotted and plotted..."

    He pauses once more, noticing that Chesty stood near the back of the group of the people, leaning over a table and listening to the story, as the people sitting there oogled her bust, along with the barkeep idly listening as he cleaned out the overly-used mugs

    "Finally, they came up with a horrid, devious, yet sly plan… They happened to know of a Succubus that frequented by sometimes, always looking for more power to drain from others... they found her perchance, and made a devilish pact with her. They would let her feast upon the life-force of their brother Skrangranok, as long as he was removed from Crawr, or killed, more likely. She agreed to such, but said she'd need an important part of his body... maybe an eye... at that, she gave them a magic wand, one of blood-soaked bone, that'd cast the proper spell that'd bind the eye to the body, and make it possible to drain his life force through such. This was better than killing him, for if they killed him, which was a daunting task in itself... he might easilly be resurrected."

    Mirkali nods slowly to himself, smirking, before continuing

    "So… eventually... the king of the bloodline finally died... and it was the day before Skrangranok was to take his rightful place at the throne. So his two "Beloved" plotting brothers came to him, and said 'Come brother, we must weep for our father, and celebrate your accession. Let us smoke our mighty dragon pipes, and talk about old times'. And trust me... dragons have mighty good magic smoking pipes..."

    Mirkali then takes another drink, grinning a bit, then lowers his face, speaking in a dark foreboding voice

    "So they lured him into one of the back corners of the castle, near storage. They smoked and smoked, joking of old times… Skrangranok was becoming quite... delirious... by this point, his brothers only pretending... the brother second in line then says 'Brother, You are a good brother, always remember that... what you have always done, and all the sacrifices you make, are for the good of the bloodline...'. At that...

    Mirkali makes a quick, vicious snatching motion in the air suddenly without warning, as if he were snatching and ripping the eye out of an unseen foe, much alike to Kill Bill, except with more twisting… causing a gasp from some in the audience

    "He snatched out his eye… the other brother went quickly to pop his neck, knocking him half-unconscious, leaving him alive, confused, and delirious yet missing an eye... for once again, if they killed him, he might be revived to full life once more... They cast the spell from the wand upon the eye, and left quickly"

    Mirkali then looks up to the audience once more, idly re-casting the amplification spell

    "So then, they rushed off, finally meeting with the powerful hoofed wench, the succubus, eagerly, with dreams of power, and fame, and glory for themselves. 'Here succubus' the brother second in line said, holding out the eye 'As is bargained. I bring you the Eye of Skrangranok, you may devour all of his lifeforce as your desires wish'. At that, she snatched the eye from them, grinning a wicked evil grin as she gazed over it with hunger and bloodlust. She gripped it tight, red arcs of lightning shooting of from her hand as she devoured Skrangranok's lifeforce… a mighty dragon prince was he..."

    He nods slowly to all around the room, before shaking his head, smirking, taking another quick drink, then continuing…

    "The succubus, curse her soul, then looked to the two remaining dragons, her eyes red with bloodlust and hunger, before speaking 'You have done well, brothers Crawr, and I wish your bloodline luck, without the their use of your services…'. At that, she grinned a wicked grin, with her newfound power, enlaced each of them in red, electric, tentacles, begining to drain their life also."

    Mirkal gave another grin, adding, giving a wink after

    "Never trust a pretty lass with hooves as I always say"

    Mirkali nods once again to the crowd, before continuing

    "She continued to absorb their life forces, before suddenly, the eye began to glow a mighty many colors, many shooting out from it in beautiful lines… and then..."

    Mirkali gives a dramatic pause, his voice tone lowering as he speaks, yet all can hear due to the amplification spell…

    "The lights twirled around them, until they formed the shimmering spiritual figure of a grand prismatic dragon… soon recognized as the brother Skrangranok, that was betrayed... He spoke in a booming voice, one of grandeur...'I look at the other planes for what might threaten our bloodline, our kind, and I come to find it is my own kin that let the demons in...'. At that, he looked over to the succubus and said 'You like my power, demon wench? Very well... you may have it...'"

    Mirkali sits there, illustrating with his hands as if something were growing, his voice intoning, as if talking with disgust

    "The eye then glowed and pulsated, the power coming from it increaisng ten fold. The Succubus grew larger and larger… her stomach expanded, the ugly demon wrtecth... her wings bloated... her hooves cracked... before finally... BOOM!"

    Mirkali shouts the boom, with his amplified voice, the quick loud voice causing many to flinch and some of the fainter-of-heart to falter over or take cover

    "She exploded with bright colors, dotting her massive demon innards that spread everywhere… the eye then shattered, as if a gem, into many pieces... the brothers gathered what pieces they could, though many falling through a portal created by the great magical explosion... Skrangranok's ethereal form turn to gaze upon his brothers. They thought their fate was final, but they were sly, tricky ones... so they turned into humans... and fell through the portal also... bringing them to the lands of Faerun."

    Mirkali then takes a long drink, continuing once more

    "Skrangranok… with most of his powers drained, his skin hardened to stone, his once beautiful prismatic scales not present anymore... he wanders around Faerun, and the planes, blind with rage, searching for his brothers, to exact his revenge, and gather the shards of his eye once again. If you seek for Skrangranok to not lay siege upon Jiyyd anymore, i'd suggest helping him find his eye, and killing his traitorous brothers."

    Mirkali smiles to them all, setting out a bowl

    "Story is over, feel free to leave what you wish"

    And so he goes back to enjoying his dark, thick ale


  • ((Devo is gone? Not too sure… that is the question, isn't it?))


  • (devo is gone right, so there is no quest?)


  • Mirkali recieves further questions on the issue, he smiles, and says to them all

    "Being that we have no idea of the location of his brothers, I believe we might be able to speak to Skrangranok himself, provided… we concoct a very odd, and very ancient giant potion... one that uses liquid metals even. It's an ancient tradition of the Crawr Royal Court..."

    Mirkali rubs his chin thoughtfully, before replying

    "I should be able to get most of the components, but a miner, I am not… through a generous donation by Khaya, I have obtained enough tin for the grand smelting into the potion... but I still require thirty ingots of Iron... I make no guarantees, though according to Royal Court tradition, usually in exchange for the "Diplomacy Potion of Crawr", they'd give a vast ammount of treasure. Being that Skrangranok was quite the Dragon Prince, he might do such. I shall try to discern a location of where some Iron might be held... No matter... that is all for now..."

    Mirkali turns, then smirks a bit, facing them again

    "Oh yes… do not make Skrangranok angry, might I suggest... he was known for turning people into cows before devouring them, and turning penguins until he decided for them to combust in a grand ammount of gore and explosions..."

    Mirkali then chuckles, wandering off to somewhere quiet

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    //OOC

    This shall be the quest post, for the Quest of the Eye of Skrangranok. Devo is running this event. This reply, specificly here, shall be updated with further quest information, as it progresses, along with a reply further down saying that this was updated. Feel free to post your own replies, along with possible actions, questions you might ask Mirkali, your own take on recent events related to this, etc. This is, for the most part, an IC post. If you must make OOC comments, tag them appropriately. I'll update this with possible further rules or stuffness as Devo feeds them to me 🙂

    On another note, once your account stuff is figured out, do contact me via PM Devo 😛