| Ascaria de Vintre |
| Female Human Witch 2 (AC 12/12/10, HP 16/16, Conditions: Nil) |
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Ascaria hands over her sling and dagger. As one of the mages warily eyes Blackbeard perched upon Ascaria's shoulder, she scowls at him saying "Now don't you look that way. Blacky is a good bird and he stays with me!" As if to confirm her words, Blacky pecks at the air in direction of the mage and caws "Good bird! Good bird!"
| Marcus Whiteshae |
| Male Half-Elf Wild Stalker 7 |
|
He slows his pace suddenly and takes her hand, I must apologise, for I think it escalated when we were interrupted. I...should not have spat venom at his intrusion...I have no right..to act possessive.
He releases her hand and continues on, briskly.
And I am sad to let Samson go. But he has earned a quieter life. I feel I should tell you something,
So there it is. We are headed to the Cypher lodge to chase the trail. And you see why Iscarel irritates me so. I have been wrong to draw paralells between us 3 and what happened at the villiage. You and I....well, I had no right. I am sorry. If you do not want my attentions I will respect your wishes and merely wish to remain your friend.
Marcus makes an effort not to look at her. He was uncomfortable with laying his soul bare.
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
|
"I too... am on a hunt. I... must kill my sire, justice demands it."
Raising his mug in a toast...
"'To the hunters... May we both be successful...'"
This time he downs it all his eyes turning sad and far away.
He does not look at Marcus but asks,"Will your 'Sting' Cleric be returning soon? The hour is growing late."
| Ethaniel Meveri |
| Male Half-Elf Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1 |
|
His eyes return to Tam. "You ask for me to look within you, to see if something evil lurks there, if I understand?"
| Iscarel |
| Male Elf Bard/2 (AC16/13/13, HP 14, Conditions: Nil) |
|
Hardly expecting trouble today, Iscarel has merely worn his two daggers, which he will surrender without fuss. He's been in a curt, but not overly hostile, mood. He seems deeply troubled by something. If Tam is present, he will spend his time walking with him.
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
|
The tall elf sits up straighter as the 'Sting' of CALISTRA returns, his eyes watching him pensively.
"Aye. at the midnight hour."
He pauses... as if uncertain his eyes flashing about to see who might be listening or close enough to overhear...
{What does it matter, Tam? If some fool hears or not, you still need to know if you are too far gone - cursed is cursed... be damned what anyone else thinks!}
{You. I will be rid of you... one way or another!}
{SILENCE!}
Tam's eyes go unfocussed for the briefest of moments... as though he were looking through Ethaniel or paying attention to some... unheard conversation...
Then a steely almost angry resolve hardens in his eerie violet gaze.
He leans close to speak in a low and unsettling whisper...
"I am cursed. My father is... a forlorn Elf... one of the few who never fled Golarion. I believe my mother was a Returner Elf in Kyonin.. though I have never been there. I believe my father became disillusioned with the Returner Elves he tried to settle with. His frustrations became a bitterness that ate at his heart... and eventually his sanity. He abducted me from my mother as a toddler child and has... raised me on his own ever since. His mind continued to spiral into dark deeds and evil. I.. perhaps from my mother's nature... am not like him. It took years for he..was my only family but eventually I realized he walked a dark path I did not wish to descend. I... parted company with him and struck out to make my own life. I feared for him... but did not know the depths to which his wickedness had sunk. 4 months ago.. he attacked me in my home in Kaer Maga. From what I can gather he had traveled often to the Darklands and become 'enamored' with the fallen Elves that reside there. He subdued me and was going to ritually sacrifice my body and have my spirit devoured to effect his... apotheosis into an accursed elf... transmogrifying himself into a Dark Elf so he could join their twisted and evil society. My... fiance, Liara... saved me and interrupted the ritual at the cost of her life. Father killed her. But the sacrifice was completed with her death from the ritual dagger.. but instead of my father gaining whatever boon he was seeking in his madness.. I became the recipient of whatever dark spirit he called up to devour my soul. Now it haunts me speaking into my mind taunting me pressuring me to submit to evil and spiral down the same path as my mad and evil father. The spirit is going stronger - it cannot influence my actions, as yet, but its power and it constant taunting grow stronger with every day and waxes at the midnight hour. I must know.. is my heart corrupted with evil... am I already lost"
"Can I find any solace from this curse?"
"I came here because I... felt drawn here - in my dreams perhaps from blessed DESNA herself, as if some resolution to my plight might be found here. I've also heard rumors... my father was coming here for some sinister purpose. I must end his madness and avenge my Liara... and other innocents slain by his hand... if nothing else in my life is done... he MUST be stopped!"
From his tone... it is sad but clear.. hate-filled, and grieved as he is over his Liara's death, he still, in some small manner, loves his father... but that 'love' is now a wish to end his suffering - like one would put down a beloved rabid animal companion. A well-deserved if tragic compassionate death at Tam's hands.
| Tippy Fullbottle |
| AC 19/15/15; HP 5/16; Current Effects: None |
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| Ethaniel Meveri |
| Male Half-Elf Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1 |
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The half-elf is quiet a moment before turning back to Tam. "I will help you in this, but the power to divine evil within you...I cannot call upon such a power until the morrow." Ethaniel's voice is grim. "As with most anything, it requires preparation. You have my pledge that I will aid you, at least as far as this spell, but it will have to wait."
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
|
"You can only do what you can of course. I will... endure. My life has been haunted for 4 months... a few days will make little difference at this point."
"Perhaps, DESNA will bless me with no nightmares... this night..."
Clearly, he was hoping for more... but will not complain. Though his mood turns grim and quiet.
| Ethaniel Meveri |
| Male Half-Elf Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1 |
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| Marcus Whiteshae |
| Male Half-Elf Wild Stalker 7 |
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Having finished breakfast and about to leave with Ascaria and Samson, Marcus spies Tam still seated at the table. Had the elfeven moved at all? Not having a chance to address Saul about the elf's employment yet, but for some reason unwilling to let a fellow tortured soul leave, he pauses at the door.
I can tell by your face, that Ethaniel has made you wait. Don'tblame him, he could not have known to prepare for you.
He places 5 gold on the table.
Ascaria meet Tam....Ascaria and I need to do something this morning. Get yourself a meal. Consider the rest, payment for today. Find Ethaniel and let him know you're coming with us today. We leave for the Cypher Lodge before noon. Be fed and ready. I don't trust most mages and it will let you see if working with us is a good fit.
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
|
Tam's gaze shifts to one of his knives his eyes narrowly regarding it but the notion passess quickly and he regards his meal mostly finished most elves being light eaters anyways.
He sighs as if years of disappointment were upon his spirit.
Standing, "Aye, tomorrow night."
With a very slight bow he leaves the table making his way to the Innkeep to pay for his meal and seek lodging for the night... perhaps some solitude if not peace...
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
|
Tam came down early to the tavern in the morning... not really sleeping well the evening last. fortunately elves do not require as much sleep as others but his night was same as all nights... unpleasant.
He had reached a decision... and had placed one of his wickedly sharp blades in the center of the table... a warning and perhaps a threat... to someone... not present to anyone else.
But the other never spoke in the bright morning of dawn... and Tam has snatched a couple hours or rest at dawn. He sat brooding over his fate his mood... surly.
At the approach of someone he snapped his attention back to reality sitting up in his chair from his slouch, eerie violet eyes wary, hands ready to receive blades. Definitely untrusting of the locals. But seeing Marcus and the young woman with him approach he shifts immediately relaxing toward them but darting his eyes about to see if anyone else is watching or approaching.
Tam, smiles wryly for Marcus, "Time is the crucible in which we all burn in... or fester in as one wills to view it."
His eyes are questioning at the gold tossed on the table his head slightly cocking to the side in question...
Then he sits up seriously at attention regarding both Marcus and Ascaria closely, noting how close they stand beside each other and the subtle positioning of their approach.
Tam nods all businesslike then faces Ascaria, "Greeting... and good morning milady Ascaria. I am Tam 'the Darquestryder', it is a honor to meet thee."
Turning back to Marcus, "A job? I accept. I will see to it no harm or threat comes to you or your lady... mage or otherwise."
Tam picks up the gold and the knife at the tables center sheathing it at his side in one fluid sleight of hand.
| Ethaniel Meveri |
| Male Half-Elf Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1 |
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Ethaniel does not sleep well this night. When slumber falls upon his eyes, still he tosses and turns. When it leaves them again, he listens to every creak and watches every shadow. Somebody is here. Just outside my door. They know everything. Everything. Somebody is here...
When he awakes at first light, Ethaniel finds his whip wrapped about his neck. He leaps up in astonishment, wrests loose its leather coils, and tosses it to the floor. It looks like a snake, lying there...
He does not appear for breakfast, but when he emerges shortly after its conclusion, one can easily see the sheen of sweat on his forehead.
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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Fireday, markets are setting up and people are about in the sunshine which is a well sight for a change. Breakfast was slightly awkward this morning. Most are charged with energy putting them either on edge or just plain out-of-sorts. Tam accompanies the party to the Cypherlodge as requested by his new 'companions'. The party files past the Arcane Sentinels and heads to the counter.
| Ascaria de Vintre |
| Female Human Witch 2 (AC 12/12/10, HP 16/16, Conditions: Nil) |
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Ascaria eyes Tam warily. The eerie violet eyes, his quick moves, it makes her feel uneasy. However, Marcus's behavior is confident enough and helps to assure her that this strange elf means no harm.
She inclines her head towards Tam "And greetings to you. The honor is mine. And I am glad that our company here grows by the day. As Marcus said, we have an errand to run. But I hope that we will find the time to get to know each other later."
With that she bids him farewell and hurries off to her room.
| Ascaria de Vintre |
| Female Human Witch 2 (AC 12/12/10, HP 16/16, Conditions: Nil) |
|
As Marcus takes her hand, the world around them grinds to a halt abruptly. In a second, she can see his soul deep in his eyes, the pain, the doubts, the anger - and the sympathy, the caring and the ... love?
The moment is gone all too quickly but as he releases her hand and the two walk on, Marcus tells his tale. With a few simple words he attaches a meaning to all these contradictory emotions. As always he speaks little but this time he tells so much.
Just as he finishes his story and an uncomfortable silence is looming over them, they reach the home of Mathis, a simple, stone house with faded green shutters and a wooden bench in front of it. On the bench, a grey-haired man in his fifties is puffing on his pipe.
When he sees Ascaria, he jumps up and greets them friendly, shaking Marcus' hand and giving Samson a pat on the head. Samson seems to like him instantly. He sniffs around little and then lies down comfortably in a sunny spot beside the bench.
The three of them talk for a little while and Mathis makes the impression that he is really looking forward to caring for his new companion. Afterwards Marcus is given the opportunity to say farewell to his faithful old friend and he and Ascaria are on their way back.
After a few minutes in which they talk about Samson's new home, Ascaria changes the subject.
"Marcus... About what you told me earlier..." she hesitates but then continues. "I know a thing or two about healing. I think that these horrible events at your village - they have wounded you. And that wound has festered. It has festered with rage and anger and sorrow. But in order for a wound to heal, you have to clean it. And you have to change the bandages from time to time. I.. I guess that you telling Iscarel and me about your past was a first big step to cleaning your wound. And if you want me to ... to look after it, to change your bandages from time to time, I will be there."
She takes a deep breath and waits a few moments before adding "I do not know if either of us is ready for that. But I will walk by your side and I will try to heal that wound if you let me." With that she takes the ranger's hand - huge compared to her own slender one - and gives it a long, gentle squeeze.
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
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Tam watches as the young couple takes their leave of him and smiles.. a genuine smile... remembering. The first true smile in a long... long time. The pain in his heart is poignant and crushing... but he saviors his bittersweet memories of his Liara.
Tam gets a brief and meager breakfast from the Inn. He waits patiently in the common room for him to arrive as breakfast ends cat like he slides up next to him as he emerges from the the Tavern.
"Good Morrow, 'Sting' Ethaniel. Marcus has hired me as an additional blade and protection for him and his lady today. I will be accompanying them he requested I should inform you of such."
He seems not to have much more to say on the matter but makes his way out of the tavern to join up with Marcus and Ascaria. He does linger near the rear of the party and is not out of earshot. Tam pulls up his hood and draws his scarf up over his face concealing his features again save his eerie violet eyes. At the ferry he drops his 2 silver into the ferryman's hand without comment. He is silent and seemingly at ease but his eyes flash about wary of any obvious or subtle threat.
Tam's eyes narrow in unhidden disgust of the stench of the "Reek" district, but he makes no comment.
Finally arriving in the "Windward" district of Riddleport he seems to relax somewhat. As the party make their approach toward the Cypher lodge in the distance Tam draws his cloak about him and conceals his spring-loaded wrist sheaths and their blades in the folds of his clothing and armor.
Without comment he relinquishes his weapons belt with his rapier, two daggers, and light mace. Tam does sneer at the Sentinels when they want his Starknife but he gives it up - making only wordless body language annoyance at their insistence. His reaction is only a foil a Con... he actually is not really concerned about giving up his Starknife but he is acting like it is a big deal to additionally cover the fact he has other weapons concealed...
He follows the others watching the mages and the moving scribes.
Tam does take interest in the Catfolk mage behind the counter... Tam likes cats... Very much, and can't help but wonder how soft the catfolk's ears are... or how loudly she/he would purr of caressed properly...?
He catches himself reminded he's 'on the job' and casts his eyes about seeking concealed threats...
Hmmm... you make a good point I had not considered that in my story crafting. LOL... sometimes good story has a life of its own and does not always follow 'game-mechanics'. would it make better since if Tam were Chaotic Neutral? My friends are always telling me I play too many 'goody-two-shoes'. I usually go for characters that care about the lives of those around them... it s a heroic thing. good people are ..likable.. neutral people are selfish, evil people are callous. just for your knowledge I had planned a epic confrontation with the Eidolon when Tam eventually first summoned him and the savy Tam would realize that the Eidolon though it might say otherwise HAD to do what he said it was subject to his will and had no power over him. As the game went along I was slowly going to have Tam shift the eidolon's views... it would never be a goody two shoes but it would toe the line. I could do the same and instead shift its opinions to being a reluctant hero. Or lighten up its personality to be more like the Justicar's sentient Hellhound Cloak 'Cinders' from he "Queen of the Demonweb Pits" novel by Paul Kidd.. er.. you may not have read that. What I'm getting at is Tams example could slowly shift the Eidolon's views to eventually be CG.. but its up to you. Just voicing possibilities. your ruling stands whatever you decide.
- Charisma
- Drain 3 points
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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@Cypher Lodge
- Arcane Sentinel 1 Perc
- AS SM
- Arcane Sentinel 2 Perc
- AS 2 SM
The party complies with Arcane sentinels order to relinquish arms and are allowed to proceed to the lobby counter. The wind that had been howling at the entrance, silences as you pass the sentinels. Your ear drums start to equalize in pressure now free of the gusts. Behind the counter sits a rare sight, a catfolk in mage attire who looks up at your approach. In a voice unique to the catfolk it speaks. "Welcome to the lodge. What seek you this Fireday. Are the markets below in full swing? I mean to send for some goods today."
Ethaniel, looks incredulously at the Catfolk attendee and turns then to Marcus, allowing the Ranger to speak for the group.
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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Marcus is about to reply when they hear the Arcane Sentinels speaking. You turn to find they have blocked Tam's path.
One of the Sentinels at the rear cast's another spell immediately.
The one standing before Tam speaks again, now with a strengthened resolve of authority.
"Lower your hood that I may see your face. Now, I asked you, was the Starknife the last weapon you have."
| Ethaniel Meveri |
| Male Half-Elf Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1 |
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Ethaniel turns, startled at the situation. Will every hall we visit bring magic to use against us?
| Marcus Whiteshae |
| Male Half-Elf Wild Stalker 7 |
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We came seeking an expert on demons. A friend, Larur spoke to about one I am hunting. Let loose in the world by a summoner without the experience to compel or control it. His friend said he might be able to help us.
Turning to Tam and the sentinels, Apologies. Tam is only a loyal bodyguard, not an assassin. Tam, give them anything else you might carry. We came here seeking a friend of a friend. Your charge is in no danger, so long as we respect the rules here.
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
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Tam regards the Sentinel eyes narrowing. He steps up to the man lowering his hood - his eerie violet eyes seething with fury and says to him looking him directly in the eyes, "That STARKNIFE as you call it is not a weapon I have EVER shed blood with , it is a memento of my beloved now mercilessly slain , and it OFFENDS me GREATLY to have another so much as touch it ! I AM never unarmed of my WIT and Skills. I AM a weapon!"
The elf meant for it to be a subtle simple ploy... but the words come forth with a vehemence, anger... and even surprising to Tam - truth that until that moment he did not realize how much in fact he was angered about surrendering Liara's Starknife to the touch of another.
{Some hurts are so deep even when we have convinced ourselves we do not feel them anymore they never truly go away or heal... I'm angry... and I'd like to gut this fool!}
But at Marcus' words Tam... though seething, gestures and as if conjurer a himself suddenly two cold Iron dagger blades hover under the sentinel's nose.
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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@Tam
"You come to our lodge, wishing to enter, you lie to those who keep the doorway and protect those within and you dare to act as though we have wronged you! By your very own admission, you wish to be considered a weapon and we shall afford you this. You, 'WEAPON' are not permitted entry. Take your belongings and leave the way you came." Your weapons are placed upon the counter and the sentinels await your next action.
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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@The Rest
At Cypher Nylan's name, the Catfolk looks through todays entries in a ledger before him. He then replies, "Marcus Whiteshae, yes, I have you down for a visitation. Let me summon the Cypher for you." He stands and lithely moves to a very large set of drawers. Each drawer is particularly small and the counter attendant scans through them tracing the titles upon each drawer and stops at his target. He slides the small drawer and pinches the contents out between finger and thumb, casts a spell and whispers into the substance held. He replaces the item and returns. "The cypher will be down shortly."
| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
|
Tam scowls.
"I have spoken no lies to anyone here , I never said I was without weapons , it was your guards who failed to notice the ones I bore - for in this town of scum and backstabbers only a fool would go anywhere unarmed, but I will indeed take my belongings and leave! You have no reason to trust me and I Certainly have no reason to trust you either!"
{Why am I so angry? Something's wrong.. best to leave lest there is unnecessary bloodshed.. this simple guard is not at fault...}
+2 vs Enchantment
Tam rearms turning he pulls his hood and cloak about him and pauses briefly...
"If you say you are not threatened here boss... I'll be outside waiting your return. Sorry for any trouble I might have caused you - Marcus."
Then in a more sinister tone looking toward the door at no one in particular, "...and my charges had better be unharmed or all the spells in your arsenal will not keep my blades from your throats!"
Tam stalks out of the lodge moving a good 100'ft down the path to the entrance concealing himself in a nearby alley or shopfront.
| Ethaniel Meveri |
| Male Half-Elf Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1 |
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Ethaniel watches after Tam as the elf exits. A temperament like that of Marcus. Another wronged who knows not how to answer the wrong done, and so speaks with bile. I fear what will come of this partnership.
Turning back towards the catfolk at the desk, Ethaniel nods awkwardly, and leans against a nearby wall, awaiting the cypher.
| Iscarel |
| Male Elf Bard/2 (AC16/13/13, HP 14, Conditions: Nil) |
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Iscarel will share a glance with Ethaniel, and resume staring fixedly at the vaulted ceiling, in an almost trance-like state of thought. As Tam makes his way for the door, Iscarel's hand shoots to his coin purse and his eyes begin sizing up the man in his companion's path, a diplomatic smile stretching across his face. However, before he can speak Tam has made his way well out the door. He sags a little in defeat. "Patience, it seems, is a lost art." he says, with a glance towards the ranger, his hand tracing absentmindedly to cover his throat. With a shake of his head he begins to pace.
"Although at least the temple would've given us something to read..." he says, sitting on a bench and conjuring his Book of Joy from his pocket, and with a shrug tosses it to Marcus. "Here. A present. Perhaps it'll teach you a thing or two." he says, imitating Marcus' gruff tone.
With that, he'll return to his uncharacteristic silence.
| Marcus Whiteshae |
| Male Half-Elf Wild Stalker 7 |
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Marcus looks to Tam as he leaves, he'd worn that look himself for months. Still did.
We'll be fine Tam. Just wait for us please.
He pockets Iscarel's book with the barest of nod's and look to the feline woman.
The dog can stay?
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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| Tippy Fullbottle |
| AC 19/15/15; HP 5/16; Current Effects: None |
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| 'Tam' "Darquestryder" |
| male, Elf Fighter 1 / Rogue {Knife Master} 1 |
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Tam gets outside the 'Lodge' and a weight seems to leave his shoulders immediately. Its ...very puzzling to him. His anger is still there... but the fire of it is suddenly gone.
{That was... so very ..odd! Why did I get so angry? I've been in places that require one to surrender ones arms... Marcus seemed to trust them enough to not be suspicious. What came over me?}
Perplexed Tam finds a perch off to the side in a small alley down the street; one where he can hide in the shadows of the overhanging eaves but still clearly see the Cypherlodge entrance.
The moment he sits to get comfortable his side aches him like it did as he entered the Cypherlodge. He'd concealed it from the others... barely but now it was annoying. Placing his hand on the muscles to sooth the obvious cramp he is met with stabbing pain... a pain so sudden and intense that it almost buckles him over!
{I'm injured? How? When?}
Tam gasps once sudden uncertain if the Cyphermages somehow struck him with magic... unbuckles his weapons belt, removing his hooded cloak.
Undoing the outer layer of his clothing he lifts his chain shirt to look at what manner of injury is afflicting him...
"LAMASHTUS' LOINS! What did this to me... and when?!?", he whispers in shock and horror...
Upon his lean muscled abdomen scratches and bruises criss-crossed his skin as if he'd been tortured - long angry violent scars that surely went around to his back as well.
Shifting his posture slightly produced a sharp stab of pain from his back... indeed upon his back as well - when none were there this morning when he left his room!
Tam's eyes closed in horror, {Its getting stronger.. my time is short}
"I am damned. DESNA have mercy!"
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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@Marcus
"As he appears to be trained, yes, your pup may accompany you. As you may well assume, we don't favor the dog as a companion. I for one tend to avoid birds as well due to their delicacy. I settled upon a wonderful spiny ball of a creature, a hedgehog. Quill, come now, here's a snack for you." Across the floor waddles a very small spiny ball having left the comfort of its small hide near a wall on your flank.
| Marcus Whiteshae |
| Male Half-Elf Wild Stalker 7 |
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Thankyou.
Marcus keeps a tight lead on Apollo, wondering how the mage could consider the Mastive a pup, seeing as the massive dog was likely heavier than her.
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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Cypher Nylan takes only a couple of minutes to come down to the lobby. His eyes are tired as though he has been reading for many hours and he greets you collectively. "Greetings all, I am Cypher Nylan. Marcus, which one of you is Marcus as he is the subject I am happy to assist. A most interesting name you remember Marcus but I fear that we need to dig deeper to make progress on this. It is a being of significant cunning and skill but this is my field of interest so let us see what we can achieve? I must say though, my chambers will be a little cramped with so many bodies but if you don't mind the confines. Might I ask who accompanies you?"
| Iscarel |
| Male Elf Bard/2 (AC16/13/13, HP 14, Conditions: Nil) |
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"Iscarel Fallenleaf... of Mierani." the elf says, curtly. "If you do not wish me here, I will return to my own affairs, but I will do what I can to honor the blood of my kinsman." he adds, with conviction that surprises even himself.
He grits his teeth to silence his wagging tongue, and snorts dismissively. "Let us be quick about it. I don't have all day."
| Tippy Fullbottle |
| AC 19/15/15; HP 5/16; Current Effects: None |
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| Marcus Whiteshae |
| Male Half-Elf Wild Stalker 7 |
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I am Marcus. Thankyou for your time, it was unexpected and appreciated. These are my companions, Marcus allows them to introduce themselves...
| Ethaniel Meveri |
| Male Half-Elf Cleric 1 / Fighter (Cad) 1 |
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"I am called Ethaniel. I told Marcus I would accompany him, and so I would stay by his side...if it is not too much trouble."
| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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| DM_Waife_the_BiPolar |
| Male Human DM/32 |
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Cypher Nylan "Quite a mix of company you have. This will take as long as need be Iscarel. Noone will prevent you from leaving when you feel the need so do try to relax if only for everyone's benefit. No trouble at all Ethaniel, well, no foreseeable trouble but when dealing with the demonic, who knows until it's too late. Let us walk." He leads you to the wing he had appeared from, through countless hallways and staircases until you eventually make his quarters. "Now, do not be alarmed too greatly. You will see some unusual things of course but don't touch or incant anything. You have been warned nicely."
| Marcus Whiteshae |
| Male Half-Elf Wild Stalker 7 |
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Understood.
Marcus was careful not to touch anything, lest he activate some catastrophe.
He was just relieved at the chance of no longer staring at a dead end.
He tries to keep his eyes away from Ascaria. So pretty, and it seemed that perhaps she was beginning to care for him? Or was it just the passion of youth? He was 11 years older than her after all. Despite his extra years, he had only known real love once and he wasn't even sure if he could move on from that....
| Ascaria de Vintre |
| Female Human Witch 2 (AC 12/12/10, HP 16/16, Conditions: Nil) |
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"I am Ascaria de Vintre, respected cypher." Ascaria introduces herself with a slight bow. She carefully avoids stating her relation to Marcus and hopes noone would notice. He had accepted her earlier advance yet he had not responded. For a brief moment she wondered if the cyphers kept a mind-reading scroll somewhere around here...
Oh gods! She did not know where she wanted this to go herself. It was foolish to turn to him for the answer. Absentmindedly she strokes Blacky's feathers as the company trudges through the hallways towards the cypher's study.