Welcome to Gaia! ::

(( I thought that was the system we used as well, so I did. Guess we wait for Tonas to get back from 'The Holidays'.))

Selce motioned a hand for the party to continue. She would have to wait to get all of the information from the spell before it she would be able to tell anything about them. She waited for Kal to take the lead and someone else so she could assume the middle position.

"Be ready for a confrontation, but do not attack until what will come has passed" He whispered to the party, he put his hand on Kal's shoulder being careful not to touch his acid burns as he squeezed through.

Erron stepped forward, not so close that he would be beyond saving in case the so called negotiations went to pot, but within range to make him seem willing for open discussion.

"We could not help overhear, but from the looks of it, it seems the Destroyer, or at least, their speaker, has a request to make of us, and whatever it is you don't like it, so what possibly could there be for one to offer the other?"

Kal disliked the hold from Erron, knowing it was meant to control him from attacking, but understood and stayed still. He then heard the words and wished direly to fight this annoying creature. He went into the shadows, his home sweet home.

((Beware very angry spellcasting lady about to blast a cultist!))

Selce stared at the arrogant cultist. "Oh he is quite alright, the pitiful attacks of your, as you said 'compatriots, weren't very strong." She said with a confident grin, despite the truth. "I do assume you wish to die, confronting so many at once by yourself." She said loudly pushing the rage she felt down. Rage didn't fit well with casting spells, the slightest mistake and the spell could go awry. She would wait for him or one of her companions to attack before she would begin her spells, even though the pain Melkor suffered nearly demanded her to get some revenge.

((Were not fighting yet!))

"Huh! So you're some sort of an advanced Dragon-Ilk then?" Erron calmly stated, keeping his voice controlled and even edging on cold above the constant, yet ineffective gale. "I'll give you this much: the cultists keeping you company were stronger than the Bone Golem construct we faced on the way here, and you're obviously on a wholly other level from them and that's all I will give you. You are out numbered, you could not escape even if you wanted to should the battle not go your way, and your wings do not provide much of an advantage in this enclosed tomb unless you want us to rip them off of your back, I yield my time for my other companions to share their two bits."

Erron heeded Selce's distinct emotions on the subject of her Familiar but loathed the idea of leaving her open to direct assault. he began keeping track of his position in relation to Malfius, Selce and Laren, trying to keep himself between them so Malfius would be kept from being able to attack them directly while at the same time not standing in the line of fire from either of their long range fighters in a crucial moment

Selce pointed her ever present quarterstaff at the leader of the cultists. "We might as well kill him. He is mad, suicidal, or both." She announced carefully. She was in control of herself enough to stay behind Erron and Tjaden, even if just barely able to. She tried to call to mind a spell that would even be effective against something with a dragon's natural defenses. 'Just in case.' she rationalized to herself.

Kal, while in the shadows, thought about a backstab, but decided a second route. He attempted to grab the Eye and run.

((I figure Kal was the first one to understand the dragons, and is greedy anyway. If anyone will listen to the demented words and try to become a dragon-human. Kal would. If he dies in this, I'll just make a healer, and try him. We direly need one. Besides, a flying Halfling would have the element of surprise. Haha.))