::"Nexqil come back please I think you presence may reveal where
Alexander location if anyone is looking"::
The drone makes it way back to her and she places it on her belt.
::"Ozil, When I speck out aloud I will use the name Lanezra. Tk-Chthik what name would you like us to use when talking to you. I was thinking, Destroyer has a nice ring. So you all know. I can be diplomatic at times, but I have specialised in peeking into living minds. I can look into a mind and unless someone can get past my own mind blocks they will not know I have done it. But, I can't do it all day, each mind hack takes some work and so I would like to keep such hacks low in number until they are really needed. So diplomatic means will always be best, with both I think we can get the information we need with little work"::
She takes Ozils arm hand and says with a smale.
"O Lanezra darling, look its daggermark at last, I hope they have nice guest houses and rooms with a hot bath. "
<Destroyer unfitting. Perhaps the Surgeon. Just as menacing to less intelligent, but more descriptive.>
::"Surgeon it is then Tk-Chthik"::
"Be on your guard Surgeon while we are in this city, they say its full of thieves and killers. My love wants to make deals her not have to deal with sillys like that. I know you can keep them away Surgeon try not to cut them too deep."
As she talks her form changes just a little, becoming more human than Elan. Her clothing more fine, Anyone with true seeing or such can see its some form of polymorph and illusion effect.
"Maim, not kill. Understood." Tik says, letting his voice carry to any would-be thieves.
::"Well lets hope that keeps the locals for doing anything stupid. I think we may make a bit of a mess of this fine city if anyone was silly and attacked us with intent"::
"So my dear where shall we stay, a nice hotel or have you surprised us and got a nice house for us to stay in."
If a town guard arrests me in the market or a drunk brute bullies me in the bar, I'll just take it. It's not going to be worth the exposure to get into a pissing match with mortals.
"Lanezra" waves to the town guards, a hundred or so feet away, standing watch over their city and likely seeing us coming -- and steps up his pace.
He will wait for them to call out unless we make it all the way to the front gate without them saying anything.
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"You know my love, in all the time we have travailed I think if that happened I would be there to mop your brow."
She giggles lightly and strokes his arm.
"Dear heart don't worry nothing like that will happen, where far to nice to be attacked."
She pays no heed to the guards, and just seems like a lady on a nice walk into the city, gossiping over nothing.
Meanwhile her second mind is scanning the area with her 360 vision checking for anything odd, scanning always scanning, time winks back a forth a fraction as her prerogative scenes review the area.
"The Surgeon" seemingly, is unaware of what is going on around him.
He never looks around, and focuses directly ahead, just over the shoulder of "his mistress".
In reality, Tik sees everything. The entire area within over 40 yards is revealed to him in excruciating detail. He takes particular note of those carrying weapons or spell component pouches and holy symbols.
::"Well lets hope that keeps the locals for doing anything stupid. I think we may make a bit of a mess of this fine city if anyone was silly and attacked us with intent"::
"So my dear where shall we stay, a nice hotel or have you surprised us and got a nice house for us to stay in."
It is about noon. You are heading for the North gate. The gate guard says "What is your business in the city"
They notice your odd appearance, but don't seem inclined to comment. Considering the guard is a tifling this makes sense.
Turns to look at the Guard, she stands there looking board as if she has been thought this a 100 times.
"Lanezra sweety pie, will this take long? I want a hot bath"
Karvor keeps his peace curious with what they do and content to be completely ignored.
She seems to have lost patience waiting, and looks back at the Guard, and says,
"Our business, well we'er here to shop, see a few temples and do some trading, Lanezra here deals in rear things, don't ask me what I never get involved. O can you tell me where the best clothing markets are, I really want to get some of the local fashions. I like the look of the velvet skirts and silk blouses I have seen."
Now seemingly excited she go's on talking but also walking.
"Come along, I have a feeling I'm going going to find some wonderful new outfits here"
Lanezra here deals in rear things,....
Ozil briefly takes a look at Sal Da Qill's rear....
Um, yes.
I wanted to expand my business interests beyond the far west, and feel that Daggermark may be a good place to look in to.
I'd like the opportunity to meet with your King Martro upon his conditions, and talk some business.
"Enjoy your time in Draggermark"
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A story of Sal Da Qill
Aannraa got to the battle field late in the day, to call it a battle field would have been a joke really. It was village and another place where the The Everwar had hit. All around troops from Nidal lay side by side with troops from Cheliax. King Haliad the 3ed strike force, hell knights and others had it this a brigade of Nidal shadow knights who had taken over this houses. Their fight had moved on just as the politics of this war had.
She stepped over a Shadow knight into one of the broken peasant houses. She did not use the door, for it and most of the front wall had gone, Some magic blast had taken it down and done for the shadow knight. She looked around at the scorch marks and signs of blast. There was a human body just under a table, it looked like a woman. Most of her face was gone and three bricks seemed to have embedded themselves in her chest. The womans dead eyes looked up at her as the flies buzzed around her dead flesh.
Aannraa walked over and looked down into the dead eyes.
She stood there a while still and lost in her own thoughts.
::"We have company"::
Aannraa looked around, there was a small childs face was looking at her. Black soot on her face, eye looking, wet lines down her checks, 6 years old face was peeking out from under a pile of wood and brick. Aannra looked in the child mind. Fear, pain, shock, hurt, mother there still, more fear and the woman in white. Names, mother, father, her own Kimblin, images, playing with mother, father going to war. Then the war had come here. Mother with a knight, she was crying but told her to hide. She had then the wall came down. Pain and calling for mummy. Now this woman in white.
Aannrra held out her hands and the child moved in a moment, bricks feel and wood moved with nothing to hold them up. The Child came into being before her, more Shock in her mind.
"Hello Kimblin your hurt, let me take that pain away."
Aannraa eyes glowed blue as she remade the childs broken body.
"There all better now"
She placed Kimblin slowly down onto her feet, Aannraa said to the child.
"I'm Lady Rena, nice to meet you, now lets have a look at your mummy."
Just then there was a sound behind them. In to the smashed house came two sisters Sarenrae. One the olddest came over and picked up he girl child. Now hole but still in shock.
"Arr Lady Rena you have found a survivor, wounderfull, we will take her with us when we leave. I am sorry to say this little girl is one of the very few. Where did you find her."
"She was under the wood over there, mother superia she was unhurt. Lucky I would say, there is another, the child's mother, she is here. "
The old nun handed the child to the younger sister with here then walked over to the womans body.
"I am sorry to say, she has passed beyond saving. there is nothing we can do."
Aannraa looked at her then the other sister,
"Sarenrae gives thouse who follow her the gifts of healing. You have magic's that can save this woman, bring her back and bring back the child's mother. Could you not do that"
The old nun nodded, in a wise way.
"Fate and the gods had made it clear this womans time has ended, the child will see her again, in the next life. Now come along, we must be going your Ladyship."
Aannraa made no move to leave.
"I find that hard to believe, you have the ability and the maternal to bring her back from death. Could it be that her fate WAS to be so resurrected after all we are all here. The child is her and she needs her mother."
This was said in a harder and header tone.
But the old nun just replied laughter,
"Lady Rena, why we would impoverish the church if we just handed out resurrection just like that Lady Rena. The poor of this world are I am sorry to say, doomed be always in fates way. Its the world works. We save of coin to save the souls we fell worthy. This child shall join our sisterly ranks and think the day we came to save her. We don't wast the churches funds on those whos time has come, Lady Rena and thats that. Now really we must go."
Aannraa spoke now slowly.
"Please hand the child back to me"
Not happy with the tone of Lady Rena the old nun told the younger, one.
"Ignore that Zeen. Lady Rena has forgotten her place, I only let here come because the Abbess asked me to take her. Now we are goi..."
She never finished.
"I was not asking"
Aannraa said, Once more the child was in her arms. The two nuns stood frozen. A small bag came out of the older nuns belt and flow over to Aannraa, It opened in mid air and gems gell out of it, one stayed in place. It move down to the dead womans forehead. A glow and her wounds closed, the bricks where pushed an the burns regressed. She then took a deep breath. She moved, The child now seeing her mother moving once more sq-warmed out of Aannrra's arms and went over to her. Aannraa let her, her eyes burning blue.
Then the light faded. Aannraa let daughter look after mother and she walked around the two nuns, her eyes never leaving the older one.
"You would have to, I can see it in your mind, you would have left here and walked out of here with the knowledge you could have saved her mother. Now you thinking who am I, I am the woman who thinks you and you god, play games with lives. Your aim is not to heal but to control. You will save the rich and powerful but the weak and poor. O your healing only gos so far when could is paid for in coin or servitude. I see you for what you are."
Then she the child and mother where gone.
The two nuns, looked around perplexed and bewildered.
DM DOT
The party had been brave, she could see that, this deep into the world scare. All around the winds of Chaos blow. She could feel something moving, looked like some kind of Demon infested animal. Large, big tusks, with out looking away from the party she took a small pebble from her belt and throw it a few feet away. It sat there a moment and grow in size. The party had now spotted the best, they where readying themselves for the the inevitable fight. From her view point she could see the Orc waiting while the female elf cast spells on him. The dwarf was praying and a halfling was getting a cross bow loaded.
::"Its going to be a blood bath, they best has hide so thick they will be lucky to even make it bleed. What do you want us to do?"::
::"Nothing, come back and I'll go an have a chat with them"::
Soon two silver blade like things came to her and attacked themselves to her sides.
She sifted from, becoming Human like, tall thin female, in a light armour. She stepped out from the craggy desert rock she had been standing behind, and started to walk toward the group hiding in the dry river bed.
"Hello there, how are you this fine eve"
She called out, as she walked the small pebble grow into a large spiked ball. The best once spotted her, she waved at the party.
"Hello, are you all right there?"
The four in the river bed looked shocked at this strange apparition of a woman walking there way. To her left the large best stall in it movement to the group, also in a little shock.
"Could not help be notice you seem to be a long way from home, whitch is good as I wonder if I could trouble you for something to drink. Tea of come kind of Coffee, its been a wh..."
The elf moved for-would and interrupted her.
"Shush!! are you mad! keep you voice down you mad woman, there is gods knows what kind of best over there."
She smiled at the four, behind the there was the unmistakable sound of the best charging at her way.
"Get ready its comming!"
Called out the half Orc.
She stood there looking at them while they looked past her readying for the fight. The best was now shaking the ground, its large head full of teeth now low maw open. It headed start at her back. It never got there. Something large, round and spiked came in from the right and hit it between the eye and ear on its left side. There was a sickening CRACK! sound as hits skull bust open and brains flow out the open mess that had been its head. With brain control gone it just dropped. Its momentum pushing it on a few more feet but gravity won that battle and it came to rest just behind her.
The four looked shocked mouths open, Annaraa held out her and and the large steel spiked ball flow over to hover above it and then shrink down as it fell into her palm. With one move she tooked it away on her belt.
"So about that tea"
She stood on a hill waiting.
And on that hill was a tree.
And near that tree was an enormous multi-tentacled, clawed, and fanged insectoid beast.
Which then shrinks into a mildly less terrifying multi-tentacled, clawed, and fanged insectoid creature.
"Such a nice day, Ozil is off finding things out and such a nice view of the city from here. O! I am sorry you had to deal with my simulacrum, I was working on something and could not make the 1st meeting."
As she talks rocks move from the hill side and form a kind of seat, She moves over to it and sits down.
"She has been retired, after I got a full update. I know she was a real pain to work with, all logic and mind, constricts can be like that. So once Ozil back he's going to fill us in on what is next.""
As she looked at the others the slight echos of time played out, a birds path in the air, the wind blowing the leaves on Arkon. Its was slight but it was always there. She remembers another time on a SpellJammer years ago, a group standing on deck looking down at a now lost city. She had taken her normal from, Simple elf Noble, The wind blow a small incest throw her. One of the problems being made of Energy had, her from may look real but it was no more real that light. It was a lot simpler using the Mechanical Simulacrum but she had a mind of her own and could be a really problematic. They Mechanical Simulacrum was now off and sat inside her psycriatls hidden space. She herself mistrusted hard tech, in her spalljammer trips she had seen it, but it was always far to complicated and unreliably. When she had been trained by her Illithid teacher years ago, he had said they Technology has to high a support cost for most cultures. She had not really know what he had meant until she had gone to a high tech realm and seen the 100s of 1000s of beings working to support some kind of cultural construct they lived within. Machine beings with Machine minds living in a bast inter linked Machine. She shuddered at the thought. To take her mind of that thought she looked at the others waiting to see what they would say.
waiting she lets her hair change to long.
Ah, I am glad we were all able to get back here to Ven'atorix's Demi-Plane, under our somewhat-protected Mordenkainen's Private Sanctum.
As we know now, our first plan of creating a "religion" to weaken the gods enough for us to fight them, starting with Szuriel, will not work. The magic we would need to prevent souls from going to the Outer Planes based on their Alignments simply does not exist. We must move on.
But I have an idea.
Perhaps our biggest challenge, both in our earlier ideas, and going forward, is keeping the gods unaware of our intentions and actions.
However,...
We are talking about using powerful magic to protect us from the Divination of gods -- the kind of which would have have.
So let's start there.
I believe that there is a way to construct a major Artifact of Nethys that would provide, say, a one mile area of protection from even godlike divination magic.
This is where it gets interesting.
To forge an Artifact like that would require a body part of EACH of Nethys's four Heralds. And considering the Artifact we're trying to make, I think we'd have to take their eyes!
So let's talk about killing the four Heralds of Nethys and stealing their eyes.
The four Heralds are, in alphabetical order,
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Appearing as woman-shaped cloud of crackling energy, the herald of Nethys is either black or white depending on Nethys' intentions. She can transform objects and shoot eldritch rays.
A masked Trumpet Archon.
A mighty semi-skeletal Lich.
A terribly beautiful Succubus-like creature.
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I like the idea of picking one of the Heralds and making a plan to go to his or her demesne, and then eliminating the Herald and retrieving an eye or two. (That'll be "fun" with the Lich and the cloud of crackling energy.)
I also still think it's a good idea to try to blame our attacks on someone else -- maybe Szuriel. Or, like I mentioned earlier, Abraxas.
What do you guys think?
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Now back in Ven'atorix's Demi-Plane She was flouting around the space, hearing to what OZil was saying. They had looking into the old plan in the city but with the ever watchful eyes of the gods around. It just would not work. They had agreed they needed something to hide their track and Ozil had not let them down, But what he was asking seemed just as hard. She projected her mind to the group. Again another means to hide what they where upto.
::"I like this plan much better, it but it will be hard, pick a target and I will seek it, no matter where it is I can locate its mind."::
Skill 40 to 43 Defamation
+25 Insight Power 25pp {over Channel}
+21 Compliance. Power 15pp
Keep pay 15pp
-2Int Burn for the day but
Burn DMG
Hurts like hell and can't do it more than once a day
But that is
43+25+21+15= 104 Kn Plains
Then mindhunt or Metafaculty
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I like the idea of picking one of the Heralds and making a plan to go to his or her demesne, and then eliminating the Herald and retrieving an eye or two. (That'll be "fun" with the Lich and the cloud of crackling energy.)I also still think it's a good idea to try to blame our attacks on someone else -- maybe Szuriel. Or, like I mentioned earlier, Abraxas.
What do you guys think?
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"Plan seems sound. Go in hard or soft?"
Ven's sword, Despair, suddenly appears in his hand, and he swings it around a few times reflexively from his chair above the rest of the group.
"Is that even a relatively necessary question?"
"Talk of intrigue muddied issue before. Merely seeking clarity."
"Oh, I'll agree with that."
Ven leans back at this point, looking as bored as a skeleton can as he drops his sword point to the ground.
"In fact, I believe we have talked enough about what we want to do. Choose a herald, and let's get going. It's time to set things in motion, and we shall be the ones to do so."
So, shall we just "dress up" as Cultists of Szuriel and blitzkrieg ?
Yes the insane Nethys. Artifacts to rival the god's power is along the lines of my own musings. Perhaps with this item even if notice of our activities is learnt of somehow, nothing will be able to be specifically traced back to us."
Shifts her from to look like a Human Cultists of Szuriel and blitzkrieg. It may only be looks but it looks real, not even true sight can get past it. Detect magic/psionics picks up nothing as well. She looks just like a weak mad cultists.
::"Do you need me and Alexander to find her?"::
"A straightforward plan." Rustled Arkon. "But as in all things simple their is an underlying layer of great complexity. We must not only have the means to kill the creature, but also the means to prevent their escape, and deal with their fellows retaliation. Those forever in conflict may temporarily join in defense should another party become involved."
"Preventing teleportation simple magic. Someone has it, surely. Though not my expertise."
"Mundane means easier to cease. I am fast. Can arrest motion."
::"O that would be a power I posses, that and teleporting them some-place unpleasant."::
She says changing back into a being of pour energy, like being made of light.
waiting on the others to say something more.
Looks around waiting.
::"So what do we know about this Yamasha, if I can get into its mind, taking its eyes may not be that hard. I have a gift for such things."::
She floats there seemingly to endlessly shifting it's blue light from, wispy forms of faces come and go with in it.
The island chain is located in Dagon's ocean of Ishiar in an area where the water is black, and it is always night time. The islands are strangely lit by a large, pale moon. The ocean here is linked to the River Styx. Each island is associated with a powerful entity that has been assassinated by Nocticula and a new island grows for each new assassination, expanding her realm. Every island has its own ruler: a unique succubus or incubus; each island also has its own ecology based on the victim the island represents.
The largest island at the centre of the archipelago is different: this is Alinythia, Nocticula's own island, representing her and is where Nocticula finds her own pleasures;they include the company of the nascent demon lord, Shamira. Yamasha very well may be there. He also recalls that one of the victims of Nocticula was the demon lord Vyriavazus, patron of shadow demons, whom she seduced and murdered. Now the shadow demons begrudgingly server her. There is also a chance that since she is a herald of Nethys, she may be in Golarion itself on business, or with Arcanotheign who often traverses the Maelstrom, a realm of utter chaos and constant change, home of the Proteans.
Sal Da Qill enters a deep meditation, while in that state she sends her mind out to find there target.
Her Psicysral says.
::"Sal Da Qill has find Yamasha, she is deep in the Abyss, with-in the Dagon’s ocean on the dark island chain of the Midnight Isles. Upon the largest island, there is a great gothic castle with in is Yamasha now, engaged in sexual acts with a number demons, some drow, and number of succubi and incubi. She has many many items of power and her eyes are green."::
Ozil shares with everyone what he knows as well.
So,.... We can Plane Shift to The Midnight Isles and Teleport into where Yamasha lies (or if you prefer sex jokes, "where she lays") with others. Then blast through everyone, and cut out her pretty green eyes -- probably after we kill her -- before we Plane Shift our escape.
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We could also do that but instead of just killing, quickly abduct Yamasha and kill her when we get to our "safe" destination.
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Or,.... We can take some time to come up with a plan to create a diversion -- maybe get Socothbenoth, Nocticula's brother/lover & arch rival, to attack the isles so we don't have more to deal with than just Yamasha. We could also try to get Szuriel to attack as well.
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Or maybe,.... We can take some time to come up with a reason to gain audience with Nocticula and get her permission to go say "Hi" to Yamasha for some reason or other. Then kill (or abduct) her and retrieve her pretty green eyes.