Bah! No way! You have to be kidding right? Even with dark skin and pointy ears we'd stick out like priests in cossacks in den of whores.
"A more common sight than I care to question to closely" Winter half jests back before turning to the Elves "It is true though, we understand so little of their culture we could easily misplace our feet and tongues, so I suspect that we will only gain some superficial information before our cover is blown and things get messy. I don't mind such little return if you don't, but know our first priority is about staging a possible rescue above gaining information for others. You accept this as part of the deal"
As Kabal shows his discontent, and Winter speaks out against the priority choices, Bree grows very still and very quiet. She seems to be holding her breath as she waits to see how their hosts will respond.
Well, no one will question your disguise and even if you act...let's say abit unconventional, the disguise will still be so good that the drow will rather think you've gone mad than think you are disguised surface people...other things are more pressing: Coins...you should trade them for gems, so they aren't minted...and companions and familiars - think about a story how...oh, you don't have any? Fine.
I dont even know their filthy language. Wont that in and of itself give me away?
Kabal didnt like the idea at all but if all their bases were covered he figured it would work.
Bree looks up at Kabal, "Cat knows it, and I've learned a lot of it lately, too. You could just stay quiet and let us talk? We've got to get close to them somehow... if I'm ever to find my brother."
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"Our women can talk their tongue, and are sharp enough with them that our cover will not be compromised, how fortunate." Winter looks pleased.
"So how is this disguise going to work? illusions?"
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Made me think of about a min and 5 seconds in.
"Aye, I can speak the language and likely handle a whip well enough to impress on first glance... but we'd need a hell of an entry story to even make it past the guards."
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Sable's eyes linger on the warrior, thinking that both leaders of the Shin Rakorith are among the most attractive elves he has seen, "I do fly with my Korax, but he can remain with you, if need be. I know a smattering of their birdcalls to get by, but if Korax stays with you, fair one, then my magics will be limited to only what he can teach me the day of our descent."
The idea of his thin friend without his magics troubles Sebastian, "Is that enough Sable? If we our more than a day, will that leave you defenseless? Perhaps he can rest in this magic bag when the time is likely to interact with any Drow. It would be a shame to loose his sharp eyes and wings on a scouting mission."
You would need a good explanation how a surface bird comes into your possession...while I think it is unlikely, I don't think it would be impossible for a drow to have such a bird...speaking of the "illusion" again...umm I think our "specialist should explain how the disguise works exactly...
she seats herself again and as invited by an unseen command an elf enters...he looks old...no, rather withered, like a flower that is well past its bloom.
A rather small hunched figure with greyish hair and jet-black eyes wearing the tattered black robes of a necromancer. Skulls and small bones dangle from his belt and an emerald snake crawls upon his shoulders.
Winter watches the necromancer curiously, intrigued by what words may follow.
Caterine's left eyebrow rises and she regards the hunched figure with a jaundiced expression.
Sebastian has his journal out ready to take notes. The wizard's attire escape his notice in his eagerness to learn what magics might be so strong to shield them from the Drow.
The necromancer rolls up the sleeves of his robe and rubs his hands
You are going to experience something, no mortal has ever experienced, a spell, so great and powerful I kept it secret for a very long time! I call the spell recorpereal incarnation and it will replace your body with that of one of the drow that died yesterday! he makes a dramatic pause before he goes on - all the while walking through the room and gesturing wildly So this is no cheap disguise - you will be they, hah! And here it does not end, you gain all their physical abilities and - since I'm a genius - I also crafted amultes that will give you access to their spell-like abilities and language! Hah - bow before my genius!
Kaerishiel rolls her eyes...obviously Giseil gets carried away by his own intellect more often than not...
"I'm rather attached to my own body, I don't understand, is this a disguise or some strange necromantic body swap? What if something happens to you? I don't want to be stuck as one of...them"
The objections of the simple-minded...Of course everything is taken care of...nothing will happen to me and you will be able to get your body back...IF you return, heh! So if I was you that would be my first concern, heh.
"The forgetfulness of an unfocused mind; I asked whether this was a disguise or a body swap, you appear to have forgotten to answer"
Bree's eyes narrow at the rambling old man, and her body tenses when he forgets himself in response to Winter's questions. She moves to stand beside him, quietly she says, "I don't like this, but I follow your lead."
"So lets just tally this up... you're sending us on a suicide scouting mission... want to pervert our souls by forcing us into the skins of the black bastards themselves? I've a few choice words for you in a number of languages..." her face clearly incredulous at the bald faced manner in which the elves expect them to acquiesce to being used.
Kabal's skin crawled as if there were a thousand bristle worms writhing underneath it and not just from the idea that it seemed like...this crazed old man intends to actually take my skin off... He wasn't much taken with this whole idea at all anymore but... Screw it. Lets get this over with already. Just you make sure you pick a body with some brawn to it for me bub.
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Not hearing any of the complaints as worthy concerns compared to what can be gained, "I'm impressed Sir. What an opportunity to get into the minds of the enemy. My only question is, 'Do I get to pick my swapper?' I want to make sure I get one that Kabal didn't punch in the face too much."
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Sable sits beside Kaerishiel, smiling sheepishly, his fair skin reddening with blush if she looks his way. He turns to the group, "I approve of this proposal. Never again will I get to fly their winds on their own wings. As for my feathered friend, perhaps something that replenishes winds could allow him to stow away indefinitely."
"What happens to our bodies while we're... not in them?" Bree asks in elven. Then in common, to her group, "Perhaps someone can stay behind, one of us, and watch over our bodies?" Bree doesn't seem to like the idea of not only allowing someone to presumably rip her soul from her own body and place it into someone else' but especially if that means that her body is left here unattended with people she doesn't know and trust.
"Leaving bodies in torpor whilst we stroll around? I hope there is no suggestion we would be doing such a thing here, so recently liberated from Drow it could just as easily fall back into their hands. Perhaps if we are to stay in stasis whilst we occupy different vessels then we need to ensure we are safe and secure well away from here"
Neither nor! No simple disguise, no profane body swap, it is art!
Giseil calls out and snickers madly.
Kaerishiel quickly harrumphes and tries to calm the waves
We will bring your bodies to Crying Leaf and guard them with our lives, I promise that. So please, don't worry about their safety.
Giseil stops and throws his arms in the air
Stupid! It does not work like this! That would be child's play - It will work very differently: You will wear the drows' bodies like cloaks - they will be like a layer that lies upon your skin - it is REAL magic!
"Oh" Winter replies as though understanding, when he clearly doesn't "Well hurry up and get it over with"
Yah, yah, yah. Sounds fancy and impressive. Abarracadabarra or whatever. We knocked them punks on their arses and been pussy footing around since. Time to get to stepping. What's got to be done to get the show on the road? We need to chew on a lizards tail? Or paint our faces with ogre blood while doing some sort of hokey pokey and turning around?
A bit of fear about swapping bodies with some spider kissing drow had Kabal on edge much more than usual.
"I regret we have only knocked a few in the manner Kabal describes, and that we have many many more to add to the pile. Such a delay I must admit has worn upon me and my patience, for whilst we lay idle and roam like a bunch of horses simply agisted in a fallow field , evil goes unchecked."
Caterine takes another step back from the others and shakes her head "You're all fecking mad... Trusting this halfwit with your lives and promising to walk blindly into a place where not much other than death awaits us at the behest of elves who don't even dare risk their own damn skin."
Bree shuffles around nervously, pleased to hear she won't be leaving her body behind after all. She looks over at Cat with her outburst and frowns. "Cat, you don't have to do this. I'm going to do whatever it takes to find Brandon, and I'm grateful to the others who are willing to go to such great lengths to help, but no one could be cross with you for not wanting to go along with this."
Then to the old necromancer, "This IS reversible, right?"
Bree mentally rolls her eyes at Sable. "Novice, no..." Insane, perhaps. She finishes the statement in her head.
Novice? Did he say...
Giseil arches a grizzled eyebrow
No, he didn't mean you. Kaerishiel quickly interrupts and adds
Yes, this will be reversible, otherwise we wouldn't ask you to do that. Umm...now are there any other questions left, or...
Are we gonna stand around all damn day or get on with this body swapping necro magic already?
Caterine acquiesces... though not without threatened gaze.
Giseil rubs his hands in glee and for a short moment he looks like quite a malicious necromancer...
I think you should grab your packs then and take a last look into the mirror...hah!
Sebastian whispers to Cat, "That's why you should pick a good looking one to switch into...... just in case..... Don't want to be stuck Drow and ugly....that is no way to go through life."
Bree continues twirling her braid back and forth, a stoic look on her face. "What do you need us to do?"
Sebastian's comment earns a withering glance from Cat before she submerges that feeling and taunts back "Careful now... or I might just feel a need to whip you senseless when we meet the black bastards to try and fit in."
Confused if he angered her or kidded her, Sebastian sought to diffuse that by encouraging her enthusiasm, "That's the spirit...er,.well not senseless. We want to study them, not out do them."
Do?...nothing - I will do everything necessary, heh. Oh uh...I need to make some last preparations!
With raised index finger Giseil scurries out of Eviana's home to the place where the bodies are kept.
Haerishiel sighs and shrugs
Oh well...we still have to talk about a stroy for you...I mean just in case you meet some inquisitive exemplars of your kin...You tell them that you were part of the forces here in Celwynvian but that the surface elves ambushed you and cut you off the main force...ummm...yeah, then, at night you managed to sneak to the portal again and slip through it only to be followed by the now victorious surfacers. I guess they won't care much about some bloody stragglers when they hear that their attack has failed. To make sure no one will question your story, I and some others will also come through the portal and we will stage a fight...once any drow will come to your help, we flee back through the portal.
Caterine smiles, though her eyes stay cold. Aye, a 'staged' fight... best to make it somewhat realistic though... I'll enjoy slapping these fops about a bit.
"That works for me, let's get this underway, time is of the essence"
I like your enthusiasm...please, follow Giseil then and prepare for your...uh...new body experience. Kaerishiel weakly tries to be humorous.
Eviana gives Winter a sad look, obviously she is not looking forward to lose the aasimar's presence again...
Kabal grunted and followed the strange elf. He stretched as he walked and hoped fervently that his new body would at least be able to swing his blade properly...properly meaning that parts...like heads and arms...fall to the ground after my steel passes...
Bree follows along, staying near to Winter or Kabal at all times, whichever happens to be further away from the creepy old elf. She mumbles at one point, "I can't believe we're actually going through with this."
Her eyes follow Kabal as he moves and stretches. How is someone his size possibly going to pass for a Drow?
"It's the only real way to fetch back your brother, so best we don't question it all too hard" - though there is a clear feeling that the message is for him too.
Bree looks up into the Aasimar's eyes, something she doesn't do all to often as eye contact tends to make her uncomfortable, "I know, and thank you. Really, thank you. I won't ever forget this."