Jonah seeing the majority of the rats concentrating on Akasha, drops his lantern, and moves to his left while grabbing his spear in both hands.
Rats, why did it have to be rats
Jonah manages to pierce the side of one of the rats but the things is quick and resilient.
B 10
Y 7
One of the rats attempts to bite Tava but misses.
Another rat sniffs momentarily at Garotte and apparently decides that he is not worth the effort and so lunges at Tava instead.
R1
Horrid Rat B, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, Horrid Rat Y, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Too slowly, the metallic boot stomps again.
Finding herself surrounded by the filthy beasts, Akasha plunges her blade into the one directly in front of her.
No sooner than Akasha kills one rat, she is attacked by one of the others!
R2
Horrid Rat B, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, Horrid Rat Y, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Vannevar takes aim and sends a bolt at the rat just in front of Garotte, but his weapon malfunctions sending the bolt wide into the darkness.
Another rat views Akasha as the tastiest treat and tries to take a bite from her as well.
R2
Horrid Rat B, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, Horrid Rat Y, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Akasha hisses in pain as the acid from the filthy beast's mouth burns into her calf, her body working to fight off the disease ridden bite.
Seeing the rat bite on Akasha, Jonah moves up slightly and taps her on the shoulder.
Tava stabs at the rat closest to her with her spear, thoughts of its flesh roasting on a fire fill her head distracting her from the kill.
It lunges at her in return.
R3
Horrid Rat B, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, Horrid Rat Y, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Garotte attempts to slam the closest rat once more, then awkwardly tries to maneuver behind it.
Twisting, Akasha thrise to strike at the rat between herself and Silian, to no avail.
The rat in between Akasha and Silian turns and lunges at Silian.
R3
Horrid Rat B, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, Horrid Rat Y, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Vannevar drops his crossbow and drawing his sword he moves into position across from Akasha. He swings his sword but the vermin skitters out of the way of the blow.
Facing the new threat, the rat lunges at Vannevar.
R3
Horrid Rat B, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, Horrid Rat Y, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Jonah moves back to where he can attempt to spike a rat.
only to drive the spear head into the dirt.
The rats continue to frustrate the group as both Silian and Jonah miss their targets.
Tava tries again to spear one of the tasty looking critters, only to growl in frustration when she misses once more.
The rat returns the favor by trying to take a chunk out of her leg but misses her completely.
R4
, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, Horrid Rat Y, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Your visit to the Graywall Outpost – the outpost controlled by House Denieth on the border of Droaam and Breland was not as fruitful as you had hoped. It revealed to you absolutely nothing about yourself, and only a name for who you were to report to… not even a proper name at that. A. d’Denieth. You recall how you once idly wondered just how many dragonmarked members of House Denieth there could be with the first initial ‘A’. Now you don’t wonder; you don’t care. It doesn’t matter. There is only one that you need to find, there is only one that might give you some glimmer into your past.
”I’m sorry, sir, but without more information there is nothing more I can do for you. I can tell you only that we have no records of anyone with the name ‘Sykys’ at this outpost and without something to denote the specific family, there is no way to narrow down any particular ‘A. d’Denieth’, we do not keep a complete record of the Marked here,” And so they sent you on to the next location. And the next, and the next, and the next until finally you found yourself in a place called Sharn. The City of Towers, or as you have heard others call it, The City of Lost Souls.
The City of Lost Souls, you find that befitting of someone who has lost himself. Most would be discouraged by such a name, but you find it somehow oddly comforting as you wander the lower areas of Sharn, unsure of what to do with yourself. Your first stop, of course, was to visit the local House of Denieth but that did not prove to be of anymore use than the last five houses you called on. Your eye catches a sign that says The Cracked Mirror. Peeling paint depicts what you gather is supposed to be an image of an actual cracked mirror. The place looks to be in as much disrepair as every other building in this area. Still, you see people of all sorts coming and going and overhear one of them speak of how much ale they had to drink and how full they were from the roast they just ate. You are reminded that it has been some time since you’ve last eaten, and something cool to drink sounds fantastic.
Finding it a bit annoying that if you had to wake up with no memory of whom you are, that you couldn’t have at least woken up next to a pile of gold. Still, perhaps you can scrape something together or offer a trade of services for something to eat and drink. After a moment of lingering outside of the tavern you decide to go inside. A brief look around and you see a hodgepodge mix of people with a surprisingly high number of changelings in their natural form. A surly looking half-elven woman has propped herself against the door frame just inside and when she sees you pause she asks, ”Are you waiting for an invitation? You’re blocking the door.” You realize then that there is someone standing in the doorway behind you waiting to enter.
Moving away from the door you head towards the bar where a male changeling is seated with his feet propped up reading a book. You stand there quietly for a moment but the changeling doesn’t seem to notice your presence. You are just about to clear your throat when the half-elven woman who was at the door appears next to you, ”Dammit Zad, book your book away and do your job. You’ve had your nose in that damn thing all day.” The changeling ignores the woman for a moment longer, his eyes continuing to scan the page until he reaches a stopping point. He closes the book softly and slowly lays it on the counter as he brings his eyes up to meet the woman’s gaze. ”Calm yourself, woman. I’m sure the Lady Akasha will return as she said she would. Why don’t you go punch something… or someone, it always seems to make you feel better.”
The woman gives the one named Zad a venomous look before returning to her post by the door. The changeling stands with a level of grace you have seen matched only by a few. He folds his hands over his book and looking at you speaks, ”Welcome to The Cracked Mirror, what might I get for you today?” You stand staring at him, feeling somewhat dazed. Something he said a moment ago struck a chord in you. What was it? What was that name he just said? Why did it sound so familiar? ”Sir?”
The warforged unwinds a coil of wire from its wrist and pulls its namesake taut as it attempts to strangle the large rat.
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Drifting about as if sleepwalking Syksy's search for answers that led him here had begun as most things had. A brilliant driving fire that had slowly but surely burnt out into embers and ash as he now aloofly let himself wander about the lower parts of the city of the sky.
Startled as the woman calls him out of his reverie he cringes up before hastily scampering inside the establishment that owned the ornament that had distracted him and gotten him into trouble. Moving towards the bar he doesn't bother interceding while the conversion goes back and forth over him. As a name is casually thrown out long unused gears painfully start to turn in the Half-Blood's head as he stares forward for a moment.
After the one named Zad keeps calling out to him he refocuses on the Changeling. "Um, he starts, his voice raspy and reverbant, "did you say Lady Akasha?"
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Her blade glowing as she enhances it with her magic, Akasha slices into the rat between Silian and herself.
As Garotte leans down to try to grapple the rat, and misses, his center of gravity shifts and he falls forward getting a face full of Tava. Akasha's blade slices through the rats neck cleanly, sending its head toppling from its body.
R4
, Tava, Horrid Rat R, Garotte, Akasha, , Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
Vannevar strikes out at the rat in front of him.
The rat, now terrified that the giant metalman is going to fall on him bites Garotte.
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At her second inquiry his grey eyes go wide. "What?! No! I wouldn't... I mean, I don't think I am. I mean, I have a contract under her so I hope we're on friendly terms... I hope. I just want to meet her... to see if she recognizes me... we have a contract, so we've met... we've had to... we have a contract..." his quickened response breaks down into mumbling as his head droops and looks side to side, anywhere that isn't Jessamin.
Jonah moves to the right of Tava to attempt to spear a rat.
Jonah moves into a more opportune position but is unable to land his blow on the rat.
Tava takes advantage of the awkward situation provided by Garotte to stab at the rat again, but somehow manages to make the situation even more awkward by falling on top of Garrote. The two of them crash down in a tangled mess on top of the rat, crushing the life out of it getting blood and acid smeared all over both of them. Tava doesn't seem to be moving anymore.
R5
Tava, Garotte, Akasha, Vannevar, Horrid Rat G, Silian, Jonah
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Slumping into one of the chairs and breathing heavily he starts speaking without looking up. "I was found with that contract. It says I'm Syksy and that I'm working for a A. d'Denieth. So she has to know something about me."
Jess looks over to the bar where Zad is watching the pair intently and she motions to him. When he comes to her, she talks quietly with him a couple of feet from you for a moment. You hear her mention Akasha's name, your name, and someone named Zaz. The changeling nods his head to Jessamin and disappears into the back area of the tavern. He returns sometime later with food and drink, setting them down in front of you before returning to his post.
Jess sits down across from you and watches you quietly for a moment before speaking, "You were found where? What happened to you?"
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"A priest of the Traveler was the one that found me and took pity on me, and later curiosity. By the time I had regained consciousness a Deneith outpost had already been set up in the sprawling city to be and I was pointed to them. And they pointed me to a A. d'Denieth in another outpost. And the one there pointed me to another enclave. And that one pointed. And the next one pointed. And the next. And the next one after." Although his pace of speaking sped up he did not break into anothe panicking fit as he finished, taking another breath he stared at the food some more before going about pinching some more small bits off to place in his mouth.
Cringing as she sees the messy tangle to her right, Akasha turns her focus to the other rat, her blade plunging down at the vile creature.