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I remember just receiving one, Khara should have two. My, his perception. Being oblivious to the living around him doesn't always pay off, it seems.
Finally, it seems like a real plan has brewed. "If and when you charm them," he quietly adds, though in a serious delay, to the catwoman, "I could too command them."; he felt it unnecessary to explain further, she speaks infernal, therefore she must understand what he meant. After that, silence.
171 posts? my. Well, chunks of it are ooc and catfights between the ladies, so it's supposedly not as difficult to catch up as the number of posts suggests... What part of the globe are you currently at? I won't be here much today either...
GM:
My guess will be two, for this is what my eyes have seen. I wouldn't be surprised if there were more in this cell, but I should not assume. Khara's infernal tongue is music to his ears, making him less offended by the swordsman distrust in men of his occupation and a bit calmer about his, well, their chances of survival.
Oh you.
"...we'll just have to get her speaking correct before we go talk to them, no point in trying to be all seductive-like if we're speaking like she is.” "Don't underestimate the importance of body language" and here I thought this poor unfortunate soul knew a thing or two about seducing. "Talireans? interesting. All my life I've lived on this land and we've never used this word at home..." he comments and leaves it at that, his life-story is of nobody's business, especially not these bodies.
GM:
..Sooo does that mean Enosh was not able to identify that? "...Speaking of the 'magical doily'" he references to Ana's nick to the handkerchief, "It seems I've figured the method to summon the instruments embroidered on it, though I highly suggest doing so only after we have a proper plan. It will be a shame if the guards confiscate them..."
GM:
Lucky me then, I've originally meant to ask what does the pretty pentagram does... But it might be wiser to ask how can the cloth be activated, do we need to do anything more than simply pulling at the patches? Ana's words brought in him some past bitterness, "Uncultured Talingaardians and their one-languid education..." There's only so much you can do with the common language, no wonder most of them cannot summon potent spirits.
GM: Since Enosh already assumes that the pulled illustrations will transform into actual objects, he will try to determine how long they will stay in that shape? Is it an aura of permanent shape-change, or a temporal one?
Well its fair to say that if you will reach your goal of an enlightened state of death sooner then I am happy to help. Talking about enlightened states of death; Some little puppets wish they were real boys, Enosh has always wished to be a Lich king.
I wasn't even alive at 1982. Neither was Erez.
Enosh would smile, if he knew how to. "Interesting." he of course means for the veil, not for the playful banters of his cellmates. "Greyfield's assumptions seem to be well in place, let's see..." He concentrated more in attempt to identify its properties.
Enosh mutters in a slightly aches voice, "..the swordsman was right about the magic-blocking barrier... Again." and so he tries once more (with a feeling).
No problem. With some illusion spells (once I take levels in wizard) and ample amount of alcohol anything can happen.
He narrows his dark eyes into a glare, "We're all brothers in binds, sir Swearoath. For such a desperate time, consulting a 'practitioner of the dark arts' is hardly a desperate measure..." his line of thought is disturbed by the maniac giggles of the ghoulish half-elf, "Alright then, I won't touch your precious lady-chief". Enosh tries to cast Detect Magic.
In case my little reference went over your head- I've got friends on the other side
"Enosh." he whispers, "I am Enosh, I've got friends on the other side..." he pauses, and adds to clarify "...I command the undead, I also have power over positive and negative mostly negative energies. The catwoman over there, for instance" he head-gestures to Khara's direction, "If I was able to touch her, I could bring her back... on her feet." "That garment-" he diverts from the subject and points a boney finger at sir Cudjet's veil, "May I take a closer look at it? Perhaps I could decipher its symbols and identify any magic it might wield".
Hey guys, I apologize for lagging behind with Enosh's posts. I'm but a mere week away from my diploma and the assignments are plenty. I'll make up for it as soon as this IRL ordeal is behind me.
Enosh moves his gaze to the Changeling's direction, ever so slowly, before nodding in agreement. "Let us begin by finding a way out of this cell. Once out, we could obtain whatever inventory we lack from the remains of our jailers." His voice is deep and slightly rough.
Standing at 6'2", weighting faintly 85lbs, Enosh looks hardly like a human. next to him, Greyfield looks positively plump. His ebony skin kept tight, highly defining his bones. His dark eyes and sunken face are masked behind long strands of ash-blonde hair, reaching down to the end of his gaunt shoulder-blades. Finding an exposed area of skin to brand Enosh was a difficult task; His ebony skin is tattooed almost in its entirety with silhouettes of spiders. Enosh's pride was gravely hurt by the new mark on his deltoid, his lower lip was still blistered from biting it until blood, just so he wouldn't give his captors' the satisfaction of hearing him scream. So far, Enosh has been silent as a corpse, his breathing hardly visible under the ridiculously over-sized rags. He's been in there for days longer than the rest of his cellmates, lost in a torturing daydream of self-disappointment. Only now that they began murmuring and whispering did he acknowledge their existence, making him slightly tilt up his head for better grasp of his surrounding.
Long overdue, I finally wrote down (most) of my Juju fella's backstory.
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