Jean snaps back to reality, the force of youth driving his religious wrath has been yanked and chilled, by yet again another jarring near-death experience.
The scene surrounding him begins to slowly wrap back into a fixed focus; rather than the spinning maelstrom it had been within seconds past.
Within that moment, Jean forgets where he is, the events which took place prior, and even the quest given to him by the Lord Himself.
In that moment he finds peace. A fleeting peace; consumed to shreds from birth by the gaze of Conflagratius and the damp darkness of the caverns.
Nacht points to the being that felt the sensation of his fists and questions the rest of the beings here.
" Je ne ai pas tué , mais je pense que l'on est en train de mourir . Je ne peux pas guérir. Je suppose que vous pouvez guérir ? "
Jean sees the purple monster in front of him, and listens to his mother tongue being uttered from its mouth, completely puzzled by the words of care strewn from its mandibles.
How am I still alive? Wha-what is happening?...
Why would this creature which Jean was just in mortal combat with care about his well being?
Jean speaks trembling from his fear of the unknown.
"You... Beast... What ARE you?!"
Nacht watches as the being below him stirs and mutters, recovering slowly from the barrage of strikes he laid prior. Once the being could utter words Nacht lowered his blades.
It seemed weak and afraid. But it spoke a language Nacht knew... mostly
His mandibles clicks and gnashed speaking the language with a harsh tone, " Je suis Nacht . Lorsque je me suis réveillé , je ai vu Nacht donc ce est ce que je suis, être faible . Je peux être une bête mais je ai vécu ici pendant une longue période . Vous êtes celui qui m'a attaqué , n'êtes-vous pas la bête ? "
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Hisao finds a wall to lean against and starts cleaning his blade as the others jabber at each other.
Nacht remembered the other languages that were spoken to him and points at the other strange being that had a weapon, remembering bits and pieces of what it meant and responded,
" Ni-hon-go de-su. Ni-hon-jin A-ri-ma-su-ka? "
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Hisao almost drops his wazikashi in shock and responds
Anata wa nihongo o hanashi matsu no ka? Watashi wa sore ga watashinohaha kokugo o hanasu koto ga dekiru mitasu hobo ichinen no saisho no hito wa, gesuidō ni sunde iru ikutsu ka no kimyōna ikimonodesu? Songokū wa jōkādesu hah ga, shōsan wa, watashi ga motte iru, subete ga, tōzen no onshirazu hyōji shitakunai subete no mono no tame ni kare no okage de, mochirondearu. Shikashi, watashinitsuite no jūbun'na, dono yō ni Nihon no gengo o hanasu sa rete iru koto o? Nani o tonikaku koko de daun shite yatte iru. Mata, anata wa ningen o inai yōdesu. Anata wa arimasu ka? Anata dake no muimina nokku no hito o kinishinaide kudasai. Kare wa ippan-tekina mono ni tsuite sukoshi nekkyō-tekina yōda
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Nacht's eyes go wide as he is bombarded with language too much to parse. He then reflexively squints. It waves a hand as if to signal to slow down.
" Ni-hon-go Ta-ku-san ... "
Hisao's expression droops a bit as he realizes what the creature is trying to say.
Hisao gives the creature a short bow
Ā. Gomen'nasai. Anata ga iu yō ni watashi wa Hisao, Nihon kara no ningen no gozen. *bow* Soshite, anata wa arimasu ka?
Nacht's mandibles move a bit out of agitation or confusion. Why was the man calling him a mermaid? And why did he ask to marry him? The bow was clearly polite however.
Nacht placed a hand to show a dismissal
" On-na Nin-gyo i-e. Na-ku-to de-su "
Oh boy..is there any language he doesnt speak? This Nacht seems an interesting person.
Still on the floor, not opposed to staying there for a while longer as he recuperates, Jean stammers to the eloquent mystery in front of him.
"Je suis... Je suis vraiment desole... Je m'apelle Jean."
The shattered youth still can't quite make out for certain the events before him, and feels exactly as one who has been caught without pants.
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Nacht's gaze shifted back down to this one who called himself Jean or "John". How long had it been since he had seen such a thing. As a matter of fact this seemed, familiar somehow. The words and the situation rung a bell to his core but he could not recall a thing. It felt.. comfortable. One of the arms seems to lose its hardened feature but instead bulk up and grab Jean by the collar to lift him up uncomfortably close to the face, he points to the rest of the group speaking to Jean.
" Dis-moi qui le reste d'entre eux sont et pourquoi vous venez tous ici . Si je suis pour vous aider , je ai besoin de savoir pourquoi je devrais et avec qui . Je tiens à tuer le Nécromancien mais ce est une question tout à fait différente . "
He seems to find the French language slightly uncomfortable to speak, not due to lack of fluency however.
Jean immediately freaks out as he is lifted and brought to the insect-man's face, and more as a frightened animal than a young man pushes himself backward, trying to make space between the man-thing and himself.
With wide eyes Jean responds to him.
"Monsieur, we are but a lot driven by just cause to destroy the dragon of Mercury, Conflagratius. We have been employed by the Notre Dame herself to exact destruction upon the warlock who lives here. You are... You are not among his puppets?"
Nacht lets go to allow Jean his room, sheathing all of his weapons in their respective hidden areas (save for the two longswords) and folds on set of arms into themselves almost masking the fact thy exit.. a the other two stay by his sides.
Nacht's eyes narrow at this story.
" Un dragon ? Une bête qui souffles de feu volant . Est- ce dragon menacent le monde entier et si non, quelle serait la récompense? Vous voyagez en bas ici, mais je ne vois pas le rapport. Est-ce que Notre-Dame offre Assistance pour tuer le Nécromancien ? "
Nacht pauses to think making a decision
" Hrmm je vais vous aider si seulement de quitter cet endroit . Après cela, nous verrons . Pour le moment, nous ne sommes pas ennemis . Bien que je ne vous ai vu que celui avec votre flailing . "
Giving a nod towards the scared recipient.
" Hrmm I will help you if only to leave this place. After that we shall see. For the moment we are not enemies. Though I never saw you as that with your flailing. "
To Nacht:
Pray tell us, how did you come to be down here? You are a long way from Germanic lands; do you know where you are?....
If the Necromancer has been tormenting you, you can tell us about him -- what he looks like, what his powers are, what his minions are? ...Maybe where he keeps his lair?
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Iommi-Tyr Magnusson also checks to make sure Jean Lamarre is okay.Finally, I look around this chamber or alcove or room (or whatever) and look for any sign that this poor creature has been kept prisoner here (with all his gear) or has been sleeping/living here for a long period of time -- or is just lost -- or some reasonable evidence that he speaks the truth.
[dice=Perception]Take 20 =21 (taking 20)
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To Nacht: The reason, Sir, that my companion attacked before first offering Salut is because we are, after all, in the bowels of this dungeon-like sewer hunting the vile Necromancer, traitor to the other Clerics of Notre Dame, and his minions.
As for Conflagratius, it is in the Great Sea near Italy, too far for us, at the moment, to affect, while the Necromancer is close. Our host in the temple above, Father Renaud, knows not of our intention to one day strike at the Beast from Mercury, only that we, individually, want to see Good triumph over Evil.
Which is, you can say, why we are together....
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson looks at all of the other people around him, finally including Nacht, expectantly.
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Japanese? .... I thought the Chinaman was a Chinaman.
Nacht chitters a bit in some unknown language before nodding.
" Ce ne est pas une excuse mais ce est bien . Je vais vous accompagner . "
Nacht rearms himself and moves towards the next exit
Excellent....you'll be a fine addition to the group, me boyo!
Nacht harshly speak two of the lower arms' blades scraping together; the sound of metal on metal creating a distinct 'Shing' that rang through the corridor.
" Wir werden sehen. Es ist schon einige Zeit her, ich hatte diese Waffen gestreckt . Ich denke, das ist ein Segen für Ihre Jean . Ich habe nicht zu erstechen ihn voller Löcher , denn ich war überzeugt, er war nicht echt. "
Looking to paddy with his left eye.
Alphonse hasn't understood a word for the last several minutes, but follows along after the rest of the group when they move on.
As we move onward Iommi-Tyr Magnuson shares with Alphonse Veritas what has been said.
"Ah, I see. Well, I welcome another warrior against darkness. Even if he is a bit odd looking."
Nacht eyes Alphonse intently as it seems Tyr explains the situation to the confused being. He would need to learn this language that he was speaking, it was important to know about the outside world.
He wondered how fit they all were to make it down here.
The again shaken youth picks up his spear, and -reluctantly- goes to make some amends with the one he once tried to pierce.
"Monsieur Nacht, you s-seem a great and strong fellow. I am glad to have you join our charge against this necromancer. A-apologies again for our first embrace."
Jean offers a handshake as a gesture of goodwill.
Oh Seigneur... What would Claire think, if I ever saw her again and told her of what I've begun to see while... awake...
Perception checks vs DC 20 to notice something....unusual....
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Nacht's eyes narrow as they follow the pathing of Jean's hand before a chitinous one met his grip and squeezes hard.. He doesnt stop until Jean looks like he is going to tell him to stop. As if he is not aware of human strength thresholds.
He simply nods
Also, all PCs including Nacht advance to level 2!
Nacht is always observant and thought of the many ways he could learn from these creatures. He had.. memories of the outside, but it seemed Nacht could not recall recently when he had seen it. His memories were all shambles most of it simply his life in the catacombs.
Alphonse downs one of his potions, sensing he doesn't need them as much any more.
He remains oblivious to whatever is going on.
Hisao resumes cleaning his blade now that he's no longer part of the conversation.
Nacht notices that the altar and bejeweled crucifix seem to briefly shimmer like a mirage on occasion out of the corner of his part-insect eyes....
Nacht is curious and as they seem to walk around and explore, he suddenly breaks from the group walking over to the Altar ad then ticking his blades into the figure. He never truly paid attention to it so maybe, like the beings, it was possible he was wrong about it's existence. Maybe it was never real or always real?
Is Nacht touching the altar or crucifix?
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Nacht suddenly vanishes!
Well how about that...he agrees to come with us, then he ups and vanishes. How rude....
....Nacht reappears where he was standing before, adjacent to the altar!
Nacht has a... well, Alien face upon his visage. It seems his hypothesis was true which alarmed him even more. He points to the Altar and seems frustrated at something having just come back. " Ich fand andere Kreaturen wie Sie. Eine hieß Manuel . Er war ein Prediger . Es gab .... vier . Ich denke, dass der Nekromant kann nicht hier, sondern dort oder noch schlimmer sein können, von dort nach hier gekommen sind . Er versteckt sich . "
Nacht looks to the group inquisitively.
What you would know as a hobgoblin, appears behind the 4 armed monstrosity
And in latin:
"That was very odd... well. Hello"
Suddenly a young man dressed in the habit of the Dominican friars pops into the room.
Nacht points to Manuel signaling who he spoke of then points to the Hobgoblin to signify that was one of the others.
His mandibles clack and click a if he was speaking a language but it was most likely unable to be understood lest you had the ability to.
In Latin This does not look like the Catacombs of Saint Priscillia the young man says in a Castillian accent.
Jean is confused. So many things have happened within even the past hour that have completely altered his understanding of the universe.
These magical doings were beyond his comprehension. He is unsure about many things at this point, but decides to not greet these new fellows in the same manner as he did Nacht.
In latin:
"Hello fellows... I am Jean Lamarre. How ...did you get here?"
To the friar:
"No sir, we are within the catacombs beneath the Notre Dame herself, in Paris."
Jean is more than perturbed by the recent swing of events.