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"I've heard interesting things about some of your cuisine, and I would be grateful for your hospitality. I will await your decision." as he turns to leave he hesitates and adds "I do point out Cheliax - where I understand your college was founded - also supports slavery."
The diplomat makes one last attempt
"Can you not agree that those capable of growth - regardless of whether Quick or Dead - are equally deserving of the right to existence?"
"Please, let's not get distracted with the slavery issue. I'm campaigning for limited emancipation myself. It is your treatment of post-mortem citizens we are most interested in."
"We have three... castes, I suppose. The Quick, the Dead, and the Thralls." "The Quick and the Dead are equal, though the tendency for powerful Quick to become Dead does give them a pre-eminent position. The most powerful members of our society are the Blood Lords - who after all these years are now dead." "Thralls, of course, are those who would never really amount to anything. The parasites upon society. These are used for society's benefit. Dead thralls till the fields for food for the living. Live thralls breed more thralls. Thralls are more... property, than people." The Ambassador seems quite open, though he doesn't mention that live thralls also feed the Dead, something Hargran had openly discussed in his classes. "I suppose the Blood Lords are your analogues. Certainly, when Geb formed the kingdom I believe he had the archaic Runelords in mind. They act to keep the Realm stable, and are one of the first line of defences against attacks from our many enemies. I would say they serve the realm, but then I may be biased."
starts the new ambassador "Is obviously very important to us in Geb. Yet in so many kingdoms it is supressed, or even outright banned! And why? The 'Undead'."
"My mother is in her second life. As is my grandfather. It is my wish that one day I too will defeat the Soulstealer and join them in immortality. Why am I here, instead of one of the Dead? Because so many countries would kill them for the simple crime of existence!" "When we heard of your enlightened experiment here, in this godforsaken wilderness, we in Geb were curious. Arcane studies have always been important to us." "When we heard your law not only allowed reanimation, but all but required citizens to become 'Undead' - albeit of the lowest ranks - your stock with the Blood Lords rose!" "I come before you in the hopes of Alliance. Secretly if necessary, openly if you wish. Geb can offer you economic help, military support, political advice. We only ask that you codify in your laws tolerance and equality for those who choose not to simply embrace death, but rise again."
Oh :(
Thanks for a great game DM Awesome! I'm sorry I didn't post earlier :(
DM_Awesome: Are you waiting for me?
DM_Awesome: I was going to read it out loud - is that a problem? While the spell is active Arasmes will write some notes so he knows *which* Sigils to speak. Presumably the sigils are read magic?
DM_Awesome: Okay to cast comprehend languages and read magic on the book now?
"Agreed. Rest sounds good. Given Angus' proclamation that something wicked was coming, it might be worth posting watches, and sleeping with weapons near at hand." DM_Awesome: At midnight Arasmes will do his normal thing and sneak out to meditate under the stars. Probably on the roof this time. He'll memorise Comprehend Languages and Read Languages, if that is okay.
Arasmes spends perhaps thirty seconds in silence. When he speaks he is colder.
@DM_AWesome: Spellcraft . Can Arasmes work out the spell, or at least school on the girl, and then on the book?
Arasmes bites back his suspicious comments about this "mentor"
@DM Awesome: Casting detect magic. Is there any magic on the book? Is there any magic on the girl? Is there any unaccounted for (like clairvoyance maybe) magic in the room?
Arasmes spins round to look at Marie, then recovers his aplomb. "You recognise it?"
"I can't do anything till after midnight - anyone got any ideas we should do till then?"
"I hate to brag, but the Dark has provided me with the ability to read ancient tongues before. Admittedly I mostly used it to pass my history exams, but I think it could work for this too." sense motive DC 16: Arasmes' tone is light but he's lying. He used the spell for something important, not cheating on a history exam. He seems to be trying not to rub the superiority of the Dark over the Light in people's faces... and maybe doesn't want them to know what he actually used it for.
"I did sort of feel something calling me to it. Perhaps the Dark provides?"
Arasmes follows Gryfford back in
@Gryfford:
"I don't know - maybe you're right. Don't you feel it though? Something wrong with her?" @DM_Awesome: Can Arasmes sense if Gryfford has been influenced by a charm or something?
"I'll check the library."
"I suggest we find her. Now."
Arasmes looks around "What do you mean, she...?"
"For my part, I worked out how to get through the ward, dropped through the roof and followed you. I channelled to heal Marie, paged through a few books and then the Zombies attacked. Oh, Taltosh - do you still have that book I handed you?" Arasmes shrugs "I gather the rest of you did a more thorough search - I'd be interested to hear about that."
"Well! That was... not great. Shall we got get some food and drink and talk about what happened?"
"Angus?" asks Aramsmes.
Arasmes squints into the bright sunlight of dwindling evening.
"Sorry Taltosh - not sure what came over me" Arasmes grins "Felt like I got possessed by the spirit of my grandfather. All I need now are long robes, a scholar's hat and chalk dust!" Arasmes seems much more cheerful now, but he surreptitiously checks his weapons.
"Perhaps - or perhaps we are being herded into lightless cavern where the Haemovore waits for us. That would be fairly standard - if predictable - behaviour."
"We have to get what we came for."
Arasmes follows Marie
Arasmes bolts through
"Something doesn't feel right about this" Arasmes grumbles but retreats, turning back and pausing as his companions pass, then ordering "destroy anything that follows me" at his new Animate
Arasmes continues to struggle to break free
"Move this beam!" Arasmes commands
seeing a drop of potent holy water land a few feet from him, Arasmes struggles to get free, then pauses and looks at the zombies "Put away your weapons!" he orders, channeling the dark behind his voice.
Standing next to Taltosh, Arasmes was studying the stench, trying to deduce what they faced, when the ceiling caved in.
"I'll come with you" Arasmes offers, following his hooded companion.
Arasmes wordlessly hands the book to Taltosh
DM: Casually start "reading" it, and keep wandering. Aim to end up near Taltosh.
Arasmes realises his presence is not helping and starts drifting around the room, poking and prying while the others talk.
Just seemed like Arasmes needed to take a step back while people talked Marie round
Gryfford is trying to get her to trust me. The hate of the Light for the Dark is strong in her, I think. "Well, there's a long story, a short story and a short-short story. I can see by Gryff's expression he wants the short-short story though." "Once upon a time there was an evil Haeomvore. He wanted an amulet that would let him do bad things. This amulet was hidden somewhere. A group of brave heroes tracked down clues to get to the amulet first. The clues all pointed to an old church. The heroes went in to the church, and there they found a girl already there, hiding behind a locked door." "'Let us in!' Cried the heroes, but the girl said no. Again and again the heroes tried to reason with her, but still she said no. Finally Alexia got the unrelentingly handsome Gryff to break down the door! But alas! The girl was knocked out! Quick Arasmes leapt forward and healed her by channeling the power of the Dark!" Arasmes sighs "I'm sworn to this quest, and I keep my word. You don't have to like me Marie, you don't even have to trust me. You can trust my companions though. They're a bit naive, but they're trying to save people."
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