Axinous |
If they agree to it, then Lorm will bring them to where The Jewel is.
It is expected Lorm the Mage Servent of the Emperor will not tarry, and convey us safely to our destination. It would not do well for him, and look ill upon his character if he delays us from our deliberation.
Kemnebi 'Djal Ibenbast' |
'I'll be there. As quickly as possible.' Kemnebi responds offhandedly. He's not actually deliberately leaving the inferred question unanswered, so much as he's concentrating on what he is doing.
Not that it's extremely difficult to follow a kitten that obviously wants to be followed. But besides following his tiny feline guide, and contemplating the meeting he is pretty sure, (and hoping, heart in his throat), will soon take place, he is also taking in as many of the sights he passes as he can. He just cannot help himself. He spent most of his young life holed up in a Temple, and most of that in the library. The chance to travel and see the world was too much to let pass. BUt to be one of the few Egyptians to have ever seen a Living Necropolis, obvious oxymoron aside, was more than he ever dreamed. The tales of simply walking down the street would provide him with free drinks at any tavern of his choosing for the rest of his life. Should he ever actually decide to start drinking.
So the young Magus pads on swiftly after his tiny four-footed guide, eyes darting to and fro, fingers crossed in the long sleeves of his robes as he did his best to ignore the dull rythmic throbbing of the Doom Bells ringing in his head, while heading towards an encounter that left him both nervous and almost trembling in anticipation.
Valegrim |
The kitten winds it way through the crowds near the arena and jumps up on a ticket counter and behind those selling tickets faster than they can see; the kitten begins cleaning it paws while looking at you as if you should buy a ticket....
The line has about 30 people in it and will take a while; meanwhile you ponder; what kind of currency do they use here....
'I'll be there. As quickly as possible.' Kemnebi responds offhandedly. He's not actually deliberately leaving the inferred question unanswered, so much as he's concentrating on what he is doing.
Not that it's extremely difficult to follow a kitten that obviously wants to be followed. But besides following his tiny feline guide, and contemplating the meeting he is pretty sure, (and hoping, heart in his throat), will soon take place, he is also taking in as many of the sights he passes as he can. He just cannot help himself. He spent most of his young life holed up in a Temple, and most of that in the library. The chance to travel and see the world was too much to let pass. BUt to be one of the few Egyptians to have ever seen a Living Necropolis, obvious oxymoron aside, was more than he ever dreamed. The tales of simply walking down the street would provide him with free drinks at any tavern of his choosing for the rest of his life. Should he ever actually decide to start drinking.
So the young Magus pads on swiftly after his tiny four-footed guide, eyes darting to and fro, fingers crossed in the long sleeves of his robes as he did his best to ignore the dull rythmic throbbing of the Doom Bells ringing in his head, while heading towards an encounter that left him both nervous and almost trembling in anticipation.
Valegrim |
A misty swirl of magical vapor decends moments before the bamf of a teleport; giving only an instant of warning before the pc party and thier npc's from the southern continent appear.
The Jewel says:
Behold: the Lords of the South and their servants.
she walks up to one of them and extends her hand at arms length and palm down.
[ok; describe yourselves and bit about what your equipment that can be seen. Lorm, of course, is a catlike person in bright peptobismol pink cloak with a candy cane like staff and a raptor bird like mask. (yes, I know you want new gear, lol, but this is so the look for you.)
Ronin:
Ah; Lorm, servant of Emperor Sebastion and Ambassador to...well, I am my old adventuring buddies who now rule most of the East. You may go until summoned. I dont think the Others need know about this so you need not tell them.
So who have we here?
Axinous |
A southern gentlemen stands before you. He is 6ft tall. Has short dark brown hair. A military cut and is clean shaven. His eyes glow a faint, but deep red, and has an adonis build. He wears a white southern gentlemens coat, dark slacks, and a fine white collared long sleeved shirt. He has a disarming smile, and the presense of what only a southern gentlemen can have. There is no noticeable blemish upon him, or any of his equipment. All of his armor and weapons are of masterwork quality. He has a two handed mace that looks as black as night. No light reflects from it. It looks to be made of obsidian. His clothing stitched only for the likes of royalty. Only a giant red ruby embedded in the middle of his fore head stands out as uncharaceristic. He has an air of unbridled confidence to him.
An entourage follows behind him. A Southern Belle, of equiste beauty, with long following red hair. She wears a red dress, and an ornate black collar around her throat. A whip curled up on her side. A young boy toying with a dagger who seems familiar to you. A four armed goblin carrying much of the groups equipment under the stern eye of the southern belle. A Gorilla man, in full plate. He has the stare of a hardened soldier of many campaigns. And following behind them all is a withered old man with a constant smile on his face.
I accept The Jewell's outstretched hand with my own. I kiss the top of her hand. Always maintaining eye contact with her. It does me well to be by your side my dear Jewell. My voice is very smooth, and sultry. My southern accent clear and distinct.
Hearing Ronin asking for who his guests are; I give a couple of claps of my hands. Scarlett let us not be rude. Introduce us to our hosts.
Lorm Dragonheart |
I will nod to Ronin Very well
I will then teleport away. Val, have I seen my lady in a while? Either way I will go to her.
Lol, It is so not my look and I am still looking for nonchaotic replacements.Don't forget I also have the Staff of the Messenger
Grymbol |
I would be in my hideous form. Dark red/brown skin, mouth is larger than normal with sharp, pointy teeth, slighty pointed chin, hands are larger than normal with fairly long, sharp claws, thick, oily hair that runs down the back like a lion's mane, with no facial hair or hair on the sides of the neck, 6" goat-like horns, and yellow eyes with red in them.
Erkholt Grugn |
I am dressed in the silks and robes that Ronin's people provided for me earlier. My beard is freshly oiled and braided, and the only weapon I have is the light mace that Baelinor gifted to me when I first recieved my quest.
I look over the new guests, ensuring I stay quiet until they are finished with their own greetings to old companions and awaiting the invitiaion to introduce myself.
ooc Sorry I've been a bit quiet in the thread. Been ill for a few days so couldn't realy post
Valegrim |
no prob erkholt; no worries.
There is one more person in the Axe mans party; Boligard; or however its spelled; his description is available if you click his picture.
the gorrilla man looks like one of the apes right from the movie set of planet of the apes; large, hulking, scars abound. The old guy behind the party; he is wearing simple garb; tattered and worn; nearly falling apart; he cackles a bit to himself and his eyes are a bit like a chameleon as they go different directions; he takes a deep breath and holds it for what seems and eternity and then mutterss "ooh; oh my; delicious, yummy; very homey; tasty morsel that one; I say; I do? yes I do; to whom, Importance; yes, very; so say it; i did; ah; ooh; heheheheheee smells like...like what; not sure; yummy? no so much....
The Gorilla gives him a pained trying look like it takes all his willpower to not bash the old guy over the head with something very very heavy. This guy has the appearance of someone used to being obeyed; like some old general of countless military campaigns.
the kid, looks to be about 8 years old, male is all in nice black leathers; and he is playing with his daggers; twirling and spinnng them; frankly, some of what he does with them is dizzing to the eye as his movements are faster than any mortals; his stillness still as death; and his contenance alien. he stops twirling them and they just hang in the air waiting; his attention wanders to the party...
"These guys; I hate these guys; can we kill them Uncle? their bullies; I hate bullies; you said you would help me kill the bullies, their bullies, they pick on little girls, they have no honor; many against one; just like snakemen or ghouls, I hate em; can we flay the meat off their bones; can we Uncle? Can we huh? Meanies; I hate em; they suck, even ork have more honor; even, even, uhm...well, maybe not, but I still hate em; can we kill em Uncle? Hi there Auntie Oni; Jewel; wow you look great; why you hanging with these mudgrubbers? Whose the dwarf? I aint seen him before, he looks sorta familiar like; hey, there are two of them. Can I keep the dwarves Uncle; can I; I feed them every day and take them for long walks; can I keep them Uncle? A matched set. cool. I will teach them to fight and everything? can I, can I?"
Scarlet; the lady in red; looks like a courtesan; she bows very low to all before her showing ample amounts of cleavage and her wonderful figure; she completely humbles herself to all; bowing much much lower than any northern culture would deem appropriate. She is obviously a woman of wealth and status.
Astinos |
As the group's leader introduces them Astinos stands, gracefully, greeting them with a polite inclination of his head. At the boy's hyperactive ranting, he raises an eyebrow, looking to the southern gentleman with a small sympathetic smile.
The Jewel |
Prince Axidous, let me present to you Knight Astinos; Knight of Athena.
My lord; currently you are in the Greco Romanus realm in the central continent of the area of humanity. Sir Astinos is a knight in one of the most powerful human organization in this region; Athena a goddess of knightly valor and battle.
Valegrim |
the old guy in tatters continues:
ooh; excuse me; oops; sorry about that; my its crowded in here; ghosts; yes, many ghosts and spirits; tens of tens; hundreds I do say; what your name deary; Deidra; oh; and and and Srahie and Lola; ooh; so pretty;
He stops suddenly and screams in a high pitched girly voice:
BEWARE MY LORD; IT IS A TRAP!
<fire, very hot fire like plasma begins to swirl about the old guy; his clothes bursting into flame. Flame so hot the room begins to swelter; the floorboards around him start to smoke, Living Fire; Dragonbreath.>
MY LORD: BEWARE; DEATHKISS, THE DOOM ALL ALL LIVING OR DEAD; THE RED SWORD OF RUIN!!! ONE OF THE EIGHT GREAT SWORDS OF CHOAS!!!
BEWARE, THE TROLLS THEY ARE BEWITCHED BY THE ELDAR BLADE!
<the old guy; his clothes burned off; stands they a naked old man of sagging flesh and bones; his skeletal frame showing through darkly against his papery old flesh. He brings his hands together and a void of absolute nothing conjures in front of him; a ball of nothing; a void of absolute destruction; the Gorilla skips out of the way...
Valegrim |
Ronin gestures; the sword rotates horizontally and begins to hum; you see the old man falter; eyes glaze over; his words stumble; he face sags; the spell fades away and that horrific void dissapates and the fires wink out; the sword continues to croon and hum; the old guys sways as if in a trance.
Ronin says: "that is a very dangerous creature you have with you Prince Axisdos. I am Grandmaster Ronin; Equal to Oberon, Ubel, and Cordova and stand in their company; this affair I will mediate; if you all will be seated at that end of the table; we shall continue introductions"
<after your seated; if you choose to be seated; two servants will appear and offer all refreshments>
Astinos |
I watch the action without moving a muscle, observing the crazed old man as if watching a jester perform. After he is silenced and our host speaks I let my gaze pass over our party, making eye contact with each of our group.
In mindlink: <Take your seat on 3. 1....2....3>
I myself begin sitting on 2, projecting the image that the group has taken its cue from my actions alone.
Axinous |
I look around the room at those assembled before me. I smile, and nod a greeting back to the Paladin. Now Az we cannot kill them. We are hear under formal parley. Since you have a grievance we can proceed with a formal complaint, and seek some form of restitution comperable to the amount of suffering that was caused. But we must have proof of the transgression to proceed.
If you wish I can see if we can purchase one or two of the Dwarves after we have had our meeting. But the sole responsiblity for caring for one and feeding it is yours.
I watch as Sunny bursts into flames warning me of the trap. As how quickly and effectively Deathkiss neutralizes him. I don't even blink an eyelash over the whole scene. Well then. I know you well Grandmaster Ronin in name and in reputation. I accept your position as mediator. Yes he is dangerous, but no more so than yours. Briefly looking over at the Deathkiss. If you would be so kind to reign in yours. I will reign in mine. Now Sunny be polite and take a seat. We are under formal parley. I take my seat calmly, and gesture for the others of my group to do so as well. So shall we proceed Sir Astinos? I accept a glass of brandy.
Llvenoc |
I watch and keep guard as the other party arrives. I carefully watch as introductions, and the courtship proceed. When the old man burst into flames, and on reflex my weapons are drawn, and stepping forward before Deathkiss subdued the naked old man. I move back into my guard position sheathing my weapons. I listen to the Southern Lord talk to the boy. Telling him he may buy a Dwarf for him. Like when a parent buys a puppy for a child. In the Mindlink. For the love of Lolth you got to me kidding me. You want us to deal with this! I do not sit. I stand behind the Jewel's chair keeping guard.
Kosan Silveraxe |
Description of Kosan: A overly buff dwarf, about 54 " (4' 6") Tall and over 200 # of Muscle, with brown eyes, lt brown hair & skin, with a beard going down to his chest (with a white streak in it), wearing a set of exquisite battle plate made of Mithreal, on his chair is a Heavy steel shield and lying next to his seat is a Dwarven Axe with a Hammer on one side of it. All his arms and armor look well used and in fighting readiness.
I eye the the Southern Gentlemen and his entourage with Whimsical amusement in my eye thinking this is indeed a strange world that could produce such oddities. After hearing the boy say he hates this group of bullies who attack a female child and wants them flayed, I question if possibly I am in the proper company to accomplish my missions? How ever when he says he wants to keep me as a pet and teach me how to fight I think that there is way too many god lings in this world and I tense up and think to my self Parley, Truce, etc.
I remain standing
Aloud (still tense) I say: Lord, I am Kosan Silveraxe brother of Kojan, son of Kragoren Thank you for coming. I welcome you my lady. I know not if you understand me mighty warrior (Ape) but well met. I nod to the 4 Armed Goblin (not sure of his status, Not liking Goblins to begin with, but aware that we are under a truce). I ignore the old man (he's crazy). Not meaning to be impolite Lord but is the boy going to be a problem?
I make my introduction then seat myself and grab my mug.
Valegrim |
"Greif ance?" says the boy; "what means this? These pond scum attacked my little sister though that ugly looking elf with the sneer jumped in front of one of the blows; that struck by the Emissary of the Summer Court; him I and Lorm will settle with ourselves; no overgrown, shriveled walking tree stump is gonna get away with attacking my little sister. Bullies I say! those that attack little girls! Mugged her in the street on her way to the Opera; even now there wages a war up on the surface started by these miscreant warmongers.
<he puts his hands on his hips and looks pretty fierce for an eight year old>
And those cats; cat people; they cannot escape from me neither though they slink through this city trying to hide among the dead and dying.
<he turns and looks in the direction of Kenembi and Nebebit>
Oh; disgusting, ick, I feel soiled; that catmagus is all icky adult touching like; oooh"
<he has a vaguely sick look like he has cooties>
"and the Injun; I got no beef with him either and none with CROW."
___________
Scarlet remains on the floor; doestn move a muscle; the goblin is behind her; is he shaking in fear or is it the weight of all the packages he carries...
______
Ronin guestures and the sword abaits it song. the Old guys gives a sigh of pleasure; then seems lost and dreamy as he naked as the day he was born; walks over to the table and sits down. "oh; were you sitting there; yes; sorry; sure you can sit here to; you too; ok; we can share <he mutters though you see no one> food and beverage begin floating around him of which he eats and imbibe some some gets poured on the floor. "something familiar here; some thing from long ago; cant place it..."
The gorilla takes a seat closest to those already in the room and eats and drinks in great quantity.
Boldragard Samuelson |
A southern gentlemen stands before you. He is 6ft tall. Has short dark brown hair. A military cut and is clean shaven. His eyes glow a faint, but deep red, and has an adonis build. He wears a white southern gentlemens coat, dark slacks, and a fine white collared long sleeved shirt. He has a disarming smile, and the presense of what only a southern gentlemen can have. There is no noticeable blemish upon him, or any of his equipment. All of his armor and weapons are of masterwork quality. He has a two handed mace that looks as black as night. No light reflects from it. It looks to be made of obsidian. His clothing stitched only for the likes of royalty. Only a giant red ruby embedded in the middle of his fore head stands out as uncharaceristic. He has an air of unbridled confidence to him.
An entourage follows behind him. A Southern Belle, of equiste beauty, with long following red hair. She wears a red dress, and an ornate black collar around her throat. A whip curled up on her side. A young boy toying with a dagger who seems familiar to you. A four armed goblin carrying much of the groups equipment under the stern eye of the southern belle. A Gorilla man, in full plate. He has the stare of a hardened soldier of many campaigns. And following behind them all is a withered old man with a constant smile on his face.
I accept The Jewell's outstretched hand with my own. I kiss the top of her hand. Always maintaining eye contact with her. It does me well to be by your side my dear Jewell. My voice is very smooth, and sultry. My southern accent clear and distinct. ...
After you look at the larger group you notice a separate figure. He seems to be standing almost equal to Axinous just inches behind but not of the grouping behind. He appears before you floating a few inches off of the floor is a human dressed in the southern style. Over the clothes is a breastplate made of some shiny metal. From his shoulders flows what looks like a winged cape made of shadows. Beneath the shadowy cape hangs a stylish cape of silk. His belt on either side has an axe that dwarves typically carry to war and a jeweled dagger. He also has a spear is attached to his back. All of his posesions are neat and spotless as well as Axinous's but the others you can see some signs of mud if nothing more then the brief hint of washed away residue on the hem of the scarlet dress. Upon closer look his eyes glow with an inner light and it seems that there is some movements of the air seem to swirl around his body. Getting past the oddities you notice that he is very hansom and he has a charming smile. The look of his eyes almost shouts intelligence as his body says health and virility. Upon his shoulder is a Raven preening itself.
the old guy in tatters continues:...
He stops suddenly and screams in a high pitched girly voice:
BEWARE MY LORD; IT IS A TRAP!
<fire, very hot fire like plasma begins to swirl about the old guy; his clothes bursting into flame. Flame so hot the room begins to swelter; the floorboards around him start to smoke, Living Fire; Dragonbreath.>
MY LORD: BEWARE; DEATHKISS, THE DOOM ALL ALL LIVING OR DEAD; THE RED SWORD OF RUIN!!! ONE OF THE EIGHT GREAT SWORDS OF CHOAS!!!
BEWARE, THE TROLLS THEY ARE BEWITCHED BY THE ELDAR BLADE!...
At this I start to rise in the air further then ..
Ronin gestures; the sword rotates horizontally and begins to hum; you see the old man falter; eyes glaze over; his words stumble; he face sags; the spell fades away and that horrific void dissapates and the fires wink out; the sword continues to croon and hum; the old guys sways as if in a trance.Ronin says: "that is a very dangerous creature you have with you Prince Axisdos. I am Grandmaster Ronin; Equal to Oberon, Ubel, and Cordova and stand in their company; this affair I will mediate; if you all will be seated at that end of the table; we shall continue introductions"
...he then continues down to the designated seat beside Axinous left hand side. He waits for some one to move his char both out and then in. All this time he is not touching the floor or the chair
Valegrim |
Namaste
you notice that a gem is embedded in the center of Astinos' forehead; you seem to not be able to concentrate on it or speak about it to other; but you know of it and sense an alignment of powers; allies; you and he in a mystical way beyond understanding, dark and foreboding yet strong like an iron fortress; your "bat" familiar is looking at Axinos with fear and great respect.
Axinous |
I smile at the Dwarf. Well Kosan Silveraxe, I would prefer if you refer to him as Young Master Az. Calling someone a Boy is an insult. I would hate to see unneccessary violence because of a misunderstanding. Don't you agree? Know this, the Young Master does not lie. He never does. He is stronger than you. Retribution sits fairly strong in the Young Masters blood, and he seeks a diplomatic resolution to this. If not, we would have asked for his other Aunt to be with us. She is not one for conversation. Looking over to the Dark Elf Guard Thank you for your assistance in protecting Young Master Az's sister. Your act of Gentlemenly Valor will be known in circles that respect such things. I take a long look at the little ugly Fey Beast. You will also be known. As will all who would hurt a child.
ThoronHen |
I watch the action without moving a muscle, observing the crazed old man as if watching a jester perform. After he is silenced and our host speaks I let my gaze pass over our party, making eye contact with each of our group.
In mindlink: <Take your seat on 3. 1....2....3>
I myself begin sitting on 2, projecting the image that the group has taken its cue from my actions alone.
Exactly one second after Astinos starts to sit I do so as well.
Well Astinos we are counting on you. It seems that these southern people are with some powerful beings. To have even known the name of my masters sword is deadly to some. In this instance I am glad that Kemnebi was not here to hear it. For I fear that he would attempt something that his soul would not survive. I continue eating but in a much more formal manner Diplomacy 10(2 ranks + 4 stats + 4 mis)+16=26. The new arrivals see an elf of average height and weight wearing royal like clothes. As he sits back down you also see that he had in hand a wickedly long dagger in hand but now has placed it besides his plate like it was part of the serving set but it is obviously not.Llvenoc |
Looking over to the Dark Elf Guard Thank you for your assistance in protecting Young Master Az's sister. Your act of Gentlemenly Valor will be known in circles that respect such things. I take a long look at the little ugly Fey Beast. You will also be known. As will all who would hurt a child.
I simply nod. Not knowing what to say. Remembering her piercing blue eyes demanding justice. I have no doubt what the Southerner said.
ThoronHen |
...and the Injun; I got no beef with him either and none with CROW...
I wonder if the child is referring to me as the Injun? have never heard of anyone being called that and sence I took no part in attacking the niece of the Oracle's.
Astinos |
I spend a moment focusing my memory, and silently pray to Athena.
In mindlink: <Lady Namaste, please allow all to hear my thoughts until I finish speaking. Llvenoc this will not look good for you but you are in their favor>
I look directly at Axinous before I begin to speak.
“Yes, let us refer to the incident in question. A misunderstanding, begun with the noble yet reckless actions of one of our own. In the midst of a mission, with tensions high it was perhaps unwise for Llvenoc to indulge the young lady in swordplay for sport. Or perhaps it was perfectly fine. What was unwise however, was not informing his allies of the “game”.
As is to be expected among allies, our group wishe d to defend him should he fail to defend himself. The banter often thrown around insparring is easily confused with the bravado of those with a death wish.”
At this point I let remembered snippets of conversation through the mind link broadcasting powerfully
<oh; your freinds can play too, do they dance?; I appreciate your honor; well not really but it seemed polite, it doesnt seem polite to attack your comrades; still for those who do not act with honor wont be treated with honor, they will dance soon enough.>
“You know as well as I that to wait as an ally faces a foe they cannot hope to defeat is to watch that ally die. Such was the child’s skill, marvelous and terrible to behold. Still we held until one who no longer travels with us, a monk, chose to attack.”
Another audio memory
<"When it time to fight, fight don't talk".>
“In this I am ashamed to say one of ours again failed in that he did not speak as tho the nature of their game, but simply moved to intercept the blows. Seeing his movements others thought him under the control of another, his mind no longer his own. This is what led the following attacks.”
< As he is spinning to intercept the monk, I will move forward and attack. 1d20+15=29, Dam. 2d6+13=22>
Even one as wise as the Jewel herself misread the situation, proving it possible for any to be so mistaken.
<Jewel says:
" can anyone dispel the magic on "the blade of the Drow" as I think he is being controlled by the creature; as he moved to fight it; then is defending it; that kiss was probably some dread enchantment, his actions defy his training; why else would it hit him so easily as if to enslave him; yet do so little damage; it must have been a use of some unseen power.>
“Yet for all his fault, noble Llvenoc protected the child with his own body, taking a blow that would kill many of lesser strength.”
<As you gallantly do the tango style dip of your dancing partner; you intercede; but not against the monk who is fluid and accurate; instead, it is the downward chop from Grymbol which lands across your back; as the blow lands; yours and the little persons blue eyes meet; some bond between you exists as you KNOW that she feels your pain; feels what you feel; though she has no feelings yet of her own until they begin to grow; Anger; pure and rightous anger grows in her; her body swells and gains perhaps 20 pounds and 4 inches of height all muscle like a tiny little Hulk; and some of her creamy skin shows between the tattered bandages. A certain trepidation for your comrades is a vague notion somewhere in the back of your mind.>
“It is at this point that wiser heads prevailed, interceding the party and seeing the truth of things”
<Please, friends, hold your attacks a moment. This one may just be a friend, I don't know. But there is an odd quality to her. She hides among the undead and bears weapons to fight them, but is not one of them, if the Jewel is correct, and I believe she is. And in her parries with Llvenoc, she has not harmed him as she could have.>
<I shout the word "STOP" trying to intimidate the the fey and the half orc and the humanIntimidate 26=20+6(0 ranks + 4 stats + 2 mis) well if this does not work there is not much i can do but allow them to be killed You two remind me of a lovable half-giant that i know has a good head on his shoulders but does not use it. I will say it plane. THIS IS NOT AN ENEMY STOP FIGHTING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!>
“When Young Master Az arrived, his actions were not simply those of vengeance, but of spite. Hatred for Lorm dictated his reaction to members of our party, a similarity of appearance through no failt of theirs.”
<ah; children of Lorm; are they to be a test; shall I kill them and mount their carcasses for you Sister?>
I look the boy directly in the eyes as I call forth the next memory
“Even after being absolved of guilt, he chose to make them suffer.”
< She It says; No brother; they acted with honor and did not disturb my dance; spare them;; the It He says; I wish to kill them; but for you I will grant them naught but the Great Doom of the Vikings; I learned it from the Cursed Sword of a viking god; it was carried by my aunt/uncle and surmother of darkness Cormath/Cormatha. >
“What is also evident is that the escalation of events was an overreaction, as eveinced by the words of the young lady herself”
<hmm; what have we done my brothers, perhaps I went to far; this could get out of hand, I think you should go; I will be ok; these worms wont hurt me; I have to consider this. Perhaps playing games of death with Sicilians last week has warped my thought process; never before have I felt such rage; what is that all about>
“It is only after this point that we who were attempting to defend our ally were allowed to see her in another guise”
<she strips off her costume and is a beautiful little blonde haired 6 year old girl underneath with pigtails and a sunny dress probably made by some farmers wife.>
“Did we overreact, perhaps, was there a misunderstanding? Most definitely. Should the matter be put to rest so that we may speak on matters of importance to the very existence of what each individual in this room holds dear? Perhaps my Lord you could answer that better than I”
Axinous |
I smile at Astinos. Good Sir. Your agrument is already in folly. I can clearly see why Young Master Az wishes to seek retribution. First off it was a duel. Those who attacked broke the sanctity of this. You did not announce yourselves. You did you not ask for the one dueling Llvenoc to announce herself. You did not state what your course of action would be if they did not stop dueling. You failed to communicate at all. Being in the duel Llvenoc would be honor bound to defend her life. As any gentleman would. The aggressors are clearly at fault. Something certainly must be done to rectify this. The Young Ladies honor is at stake. Thank you for bringing this slight to my attention Young Master Az. We shall seek restitution for your Sister.
Now you slander Young Master Az. Saying he put a curse upon two of your number. A Doom you call it. A curse of the Northmen. Again your argument is in folly. You would figure if someone would have such a Doom. They would have the prescience of mind to be present and barter if not beg for such a thing to be removed. Yet I see no Cat People here that resemble Ambassador Lorm. Until earlier today Young Master Az has never left the Southern Continent. Or has had any dealings with the Northmen. He settles his disputes with his dagger. He defends those who need protection against bullies. The only fault he had was running to his sisters rescue. Which I see as no fault at all, but the responsibility of a young gentlemen.
You may wish to appease Young Master Az's honor. For his elder brother is of dark mind and temperment. Even his skin is dark and his body twisted. Twisted with vengeance because of the death of his mother. He is the son of Lorm, not Young Master Az here.
If anyone would place a Doom upon someone it would be him.
So Young Master Az...Do you feel Sir Astinos tarnished your name enough that you deserve recompense for your honor?
Kemnebi 'Djal Ibenbast' |
Always a lot to catch up on after a weekend. Oh boy, why do I get the feeling that we are totally in trouble here?!? ;P
Kemnebi stops and stares at the kitten over the counter. He shakes his head. "Alright fuzzy, I can take a hint." He murmurs with a feline grin. Still shaking his head, he moves to take a place in line so he can buy a ticket. He (briefly) considers trying to sneak by invisibly, but a single look around hastily knocks the notion right out of his head. He knows that he needs to get through this without attracting ANY attention if at all possible. And trying to use invisibility in the middle of a group of undead who wouldn't be fooled by it anyway would certainly attract attention.
Kemenbi sighs, looks to Nebibit with a shrug and a 'what are you gonna do?' look, then gasps. His eyes wide, he sways very slightly, almost unnoticeably, but still reaches out to grab Nebibit's armored shoulder as if afraid he will fall. "So, cold,..." he mutters softly, so soft that even Nebibit's keen ears are hard-pressed to hear him. In an eyeblink He quickly recovers, and when he notices his hand he hastily removes it from Nebibit's shoulder with a muttered apology. He puts both his hands in his robe, obviously embarrassed about his familiarity with his friend.
"Sorry, don't know what happened. It felt as if, like someone walked over my grave. My spine is still cold." He tells Neb quietly as he gazes around, looking for the source of his discomfort. His gaze travels back the way that they came, and his eyes widen again. "Aw no. For the love of Bast." He mutters. "WE have to go back, we have to,..." He turns and looks at the kitten, still sitting and cleaning a paw behind the ticket counter. "No, I can't,..." HE digs his heels into he forehead, obviously distressed. "Why me Bast, Why me?" He grumbles into his palms.
Kemnebi takes a deep breath, and looks Nebibit in the eyes, his gaze calm and steady.
"Alright, look." He whispers to his friend. "Sometimes I get these flashes. Not visions per se', but like I've forgotten something I should remember. Or I should know something but I've just can't think of it right that second. Most of the time their pretty useless, at other times distracting. Most of the time I just ignore them. But there's only been twice before in my life that they felt similar to this. The first time I ignored it. And a friend died. The second time I saved a,... person who needed help." He finishes lamely, obviously not wanting to give details.
"Look, the point is, I know that something's going on back with the group. IF this chill down my spine is any indication it has to do with us. I ALSO know without a doubt that I have to be HERE, doing THIS." HE waves towards the kitten. "And I'm a talented magic-user, but I CAN'T be in two places at once! But there are two of us."
"Look, I don't know where these come from. MAybe Bast herself for all I know. If she's really dead where do you get your spells from? And then there's all of that bloody birthright nonsense they kept saying about me. All I know is, there are two of us, and two places we need to be. MAybe this is a premonition, maybe I just ate something that disagreed with me. But even if it's all in my head, at least you can go back and get the curse removed from you. We only need ONE monster-attractor in this group!" HE finishes with a strained smile.
"Please, go back, see if you can help. OR at least get the curse removed from you. I have enough on my conscience, I don't want you to get hurt because of me." He entreats his friend, looking her steadily in her eyes.
Erkholt Grugn |
I was preparing to introduce myself to the newly arrived group when Astinos told his tale. Things escalated pretty rapidly from there.
I held my peace, looking carefully around the room and trying to judge peoples reactions to what was just asked. I had the feeling this was going to get nasty very quickly and I had no idea wht I could do to prevent it.
Eventually I work up the courage to speak "Forgive the intrusoin my Lord. Erkholt Grugn, priest and questor of Moradin at your service. I understand the need of honour to be met, but would ask that perhaps its judgement and retribution be held off until such time as the remainder of our business here is explained. I was not present when the events you spoke of occured, so I cannot speak for those involved. However I am aware of the import of what we were brought here to discuss and would like to see it resolved before other issues can muddy the waters. Perhaps through these discussions a cleraer light shall be shed on the events you even now weigh against those gathered here."
I have chosen to use the formal court speak of my clan, though it is a struggle not to slip back into the dwarven brogue I am used to suing while travelling. With luck, I have not actually made the situation worse.
Axinous |
"Forgive the intrusoin my Lord. Erkholt Grugn, priest and questor of Moradin at your service. I understand the need of honour to be met, but would ask that perhaps its judgement and retribution be held off until such time as the remainder of our business here is explained. I was not present when the events you spoke of occured, so I cannot speak for those involved. However I am aware of the import of what we were brought here to discuss and would like to see it resolved before other issues can muddy the waters. Perhaps through these discussions a cleraer light shall be shed on the events you even now weigh against those gathered here."
I smile at the Dwarf. Very well Erkholt Grugn, Priest and Questor of Moradin. The current issue shall be temporarily tabled. We shall give time to Young Master Az to decide what he feels is the best course of action considering what has transpired. I would suggest some leanancy toward Sir Astinos. He was so kind and forthcoming about the transgression.
Ekkholt Grugn, Priest and Questor of Moradin. May I task you to bring up the prior discussion. So it may be resolved before both parties seperate?
Shall we proceed to the next topic? As I eat you can see my table manners are practiced and absolutely perfect.
Erkholt Grugn |
I bow my head in respect to the man. "Thank you my Lord for the wisdom you show here. We were discussing a number of matters before your arrival, with each of us gathered having a vested interest in. It would seem that a number of factions acting in this world seem to be acting on a vergence. We hear rumours of the Snakemen moving against the world, a great artefact in the south being unearhted and more tales of the Star of Corruption. All of these at a time when many of us are seemingly drawn at random to this place. I am a believer in the will of the gods, and so feel they have a reason for us here. What we need most is information my Lord. Anything that can aid us in understanding the motivations of those I mentioned previously."
I look around the table before returning my gaze to the man before me. "Also, I am only newly aquainted with many who sit here. It would perhps be best if another spoke for them on these matters. While our paths have crossed at this point, they know better than I the business of which we speak". Again I bow my head in respect to the man.
Astinos |
Astinos looks ever so slightly taken aback by Axinous' claims. He nod at the mention of tableing the discussion in favor of more important matters.
"My lord, we seek knowledge of the location and specifics of the conditions of the imprisonment of the Earth goddess amongst other important details. I am sure there is information you would find of interest as well."
Axinous |
I bow my head in respect to the man. "Thank you my Lord for the wisdom you show here. We were discussing a number of matters before your arrival, with each of us gathered having a vested interest in. It would seem that a number of factions acting in this world seem to be acting on a vergence. We hear rumours of the Snakemen moving against the world, a great artefact in the south being unearhted and more tales of the Star of Corruption. All of these at a time when many of us are seemingly drawn at random to this place. I am a believer in the will of the gods, and so feel they have a reason for us here. What we need most is information my Lord. Anything that can aid us in understanding the motivations of those I mentioned previously."I look around the table before returning my gaze to the man before me. "Also, I am only newly aquainted with many who sit here. It would perhps be best if another spoke for them on these matters. While our paths have crossed at this point, they know better than I the business of which we speak". Again I bow my head in respect to the man.
Erkholt Grugn, Priest and Questor of Moradin. The knowledge you ask for is a dangerous thing. There are entities that exist that will crack open your mind like a honey dew. Sucking out what information it wants, and you would be none with wiser. But lesser you will be. What guarantee can you give me that you can ward yourself. Or if any of your assemblage can safeguard what secrets that I may pass on to you? It would help if you would tell me what you know of this Unearthed Artifact, and this Star of Corruption.
I can tell you the Snakemen do wage war upon the world. They slither across the southern lands in great hordes. There Gods walk amongest them. They can enslave anything that has reptilian blood in its veins. They can even look human. If you look real close they have smooth and tiny little scales covering there body. They are allied with a huge army of Ghul's who recently arrived. They are lesser in number, but just as dangerous.
I acknowledge your statement that your association with this group is new. So therefore if needed I will judge you seperately.
Axinous |
Astinos looks ever so slightly taken aback by Axinous' claims. He nod at the mention of tableing the discussion in favor of more important matters.
"My lord, we seek knowledge of the location and specifics of the conditions of the imprisonment of the Earth goddess amongst other important details. I am sure there is information you would find of interest as well."
Very well Sir Astinos. What information do you feel will be of interest to me?
Kalona |
Kalona first watches the old man's actions and the swords exchange. Giggles a bit. Then takes note of the Gorilla and Raven, followed by everyone else.
After listening to the swift exchange from the two group leaders, she shakes her head and hops/flutters over to the young boy.
In the same language the boy has spoke in;
"Welcome young power, it is our great pleasure to make your acquantaince. I am Kalona." She lowers her head as if in bowing then pauses for a moment as if listening to something.
“I also greet you in the name of the ancients-among-animals. Quite thrilled are all of us to actually meet you. I do hope things go well between us. I see you have my youthful kindred amongst you, a glance to the raven. Perhaps even a representative of the current King, though, something tells me there is a great distance between them now as she looks towards the gorilla. I do hope they are giving you a good impression.” At that she eyes the raven intently, but only for a moment.
“Oh, and I am to mention that it is Raven not Crow you were referring too. “ Her voice drops more to a whisper “Just between those here, they do tend to get a bit irksome about that at times. I think it has to do with that story, but that is for another time…” She winks and giggles a bit, then lifts a claw to her head and shakes it a moment.
“err..So tell me…Az…hmm...” She mentions the name in several pitches and various inflections then just shakes her head. “Az just doesn’t seem to be you, is it your chosen name or one designated out of convenience?”
She continues without pausing for an answer.
“Are you having fun?”
“What sorts of things do you enjoy?”
She then grows silent, cocking her head from one side to another waiting for the response.
Valegrim |
k; rather than me posting a list; just look at peeps character sheets; things in packs you wouldnt see; but things like armor and weapons bigger than a dagger you would. Where is this detect coming from? spell; ability; item?
** spoiler omitted **
Valegrim |
Astinos
<after this discussion, with a quick sharp pain, you begin to recall that it was not this boy, but the older, bigger, and crazy one with the the leaning head who cast did the magic; the boy here was the one that crawled up from the infernal crack in the ground, perhaps with all this mind magic going on, someone tampered with your memory to perhaps manipulate things>
I smile at Astinos. Good Sir. Your agrument is already in folly. I can clearly see why Young Master Az wishes to seek retribution. First off it was a duel. Those who attacked broke the sanctity of this. You did not announce yourselves. You did you not ask for the one dueling Llvenoc to announce herself. You did not state what your course of action would be if they did not stop dueling. You failed to communicate at all. Being in the duel Llvenoc would be honor bound to defend her life. As any gentleman would. The aggressors are clearly at fault. Something certainly must be done to rectify this. The Young Ladies honor is at stake. Thank you for bringing this slight to my attention Young Master Az. We shall seek restitution for your Sister.
Now you slander Young Master Az. Saying he put a curse upon two of your number. A Doom you call it. A curse of the Northmen. Again your argument is in folly. You would figure if someone would have such a Doom. They would have the prescience of mind to be present and barter if not beg for such a thing to be removed. Yet I see no Cat People here that resemble Ambassador Lorm. Until earlier today Young Master Az has never left the Southern Continent. Or has had any dealings with the Northmen. He settles his disputes with his dagger. He defends those who need protection against bullies. The only fault he had was running to his sisters rescue. Which I see as no fault at all, but the responsibility of a young gentlemen.
You may wish to appease Young Master Az's honor. For his elder brother is of dark mind and temperment. Even his skin is dark and his body twisted. Twisted with vengeance because of the death of his mother. He is the son of Lorm, not Young Master Az here.
If anyone would place a Doom upon someone it would be him.So Young Master Az...Do you feel Sir Astinos tarnished your name enough that you deserve recompense for your honor?
Valegrim |
The Kid: <looking to the side with his nose in the air>
Nay, the likes of these unworthy souls cannot tarnish the looks <flicks his hair> or deeds of one such as I. <he says hamming it up very sactimoniously like only a kid can or Capt Kirk can overdo it>
Yet,
and yet,
my sisters hon'er, nay, her very person has been set upon by these here
varmitts in the guise of men, I demand, I say I demand! satisfaction for I hear no recompense nor hear formal apology and further, see no reasons I should undertake the labor of pleading their case before my esteemed older brother for the dim, I say very dim view he takes of these contemptuous creatures <he says like a Southern Preacher on the pulpit>
[All, keep in mind all these from the Southern continent speak just like they road out of the Gone With The Wind movie]
I smile at Astinos. Good Sir. Your agrument is already in folly. I can clearly see why Young Master Az wishes to seek retribution. First off it was a duel. Those who attacked broke the sanctity of this. You did not announce yourselves. You did you not ask for the one dueling Llvenoc to announce herself. You did not state what your course of action would be if they did not stop dueling. You failed to communicate at all. Being in the duel Llvenoc would be honor bound to defend her life. As any gentleman would. The aggressors are clearly at fault. Something certainly must be done to rectify this. The Young Ladies honor is at stake. Thank you for bringing this slight to my attention Young Master Az. We shall seek restitution for your Sister.
Now you slander Young Master Az. Saying he put a curse upon two of your number. A Doom you call it. A curse of the Northmen. Again your argument is in folly. You would figure if someone would have such a Doom. They would have the prescience of mind to be present and barter if not beg for such a thing to be removed. Yet I see no Cat People here that resemble Ambassador Lorm. Until earlier today Young Master Az has never left the Southern Continent. Or has had any dealings with the Northmen. He settles his disputes with his dagger. He defends those who need protection against bullies. The only fault he had was running to his sisters rescue. Which I see as no fault at all, but the responsibility of a young gentlemen.
You may wish to appease Young Master Az's honor. For his elder brother is of dark mind and temperment. Even his skin is dark and his body twisted. Twisted with vengeance because of the death of his mother. He is the son of Lorm, not Young Master Az here.
If anyone would place a Doom upon someone it would be him.So Young Master Az...Do you feel Sir Astinos tarnished your name enough that you deserve recompense for your honor?