As for the lands to the south they are a massive jungle that spread across the entirety of the southern continent. They are an interesting place indeed. Pelligree can assert her power there as doing such is nothing for a god, however a different law rules there. The natural law. All is one of two things there, eaten, or eating. It's quite a good place to have lunch. She starts cackling again and you still can't shake the unease with her mirth.
Well, I do have some equipment that you could use. All sorts of people stumble here just begging me to take their things. Who am I to decline. If you will just follow me to the lab where my compatriots are working.
She gets up and walks towards the door opens it and walks through. She beckons you all to follow her. As you walk through the hallways you start to realize the expanse of this house, you've passed 20 doors and it feels like you've taken 5 lefts but still have not seen the same hallway. She speaks over her shoulder. I sure can, Merran. Getting there is easy, but getting back is the hard part. So do make sure you choose wisely. Around the corner lies another door, the witch stands there door open waiting for you to come in. You can see three long work benches along the left side, as well as one spanning the whole room to the rear. To your right is another door as well as piles of trinkets and mundane crap. This place is a mess. You also notice two humanoids hard at work on the second table. One is Bird-like. The other has strange dark skin. DC 10 Know(psionics). Their heads are bowed down and they do not notice you.
The Harlequin go's over to see how work is going on her designs.
She places her hand on the **** (take ten) and the three images of tiny men pop into existence again. Then walks back to Baba.
"Baba, this house its not 'The House' is it?, if it is, I could be in trouble, we fell out the last time we meet. In fact it spat me out onto a volcano."
The Harlequin looks up at the roof and calls out.
"I'm sorry about that ok, it was just a joke ok"
Then some thing catches her eye.
"Ooo an enhanced 'couller' displacement shield manifold, not seem one of them in ages"
She starts to rummaging around the junk pile at a mad speed.
"This is great stuff, look Tronath, an almost not used alchemical lab, ou! some one was into botany..."
Merran will follow her into the workroom, listening as they walk. Once there he will look around for a pen and paper and write out a short list.
+1 Short Sword 2 lbs.
Ring of Protection +1
Amulet of Natural Armor +1
Headband of Charisma +2
Cloak of Resistance +1 P
Wand of Scorching Ray
Then he will approach the bird and dark skinned man and hold it out to them saying, "I'd appreciate it if you have any of these items handy." while the crafters look it over he turns back to Esperessora. "Which city on this landmass has the highest population? How is information disseminated? Through the church exclusively, or is there some kind of media? What's the level of economic inequality? If there are willing converts to the cause of evil, it will be the very rich and the very poor. The rich have everything to lose and will do anything to defend it, while the poor have nothing to lose and will do anything to become rich."
:: Hunting is possible, we'll see. We need some gear before we can go anywhere. :: He thinks at Harley.
"And whats the Tech level, do they have Dish-washers and H-Drive yet?"
@Merran
::"I agree rushing off half cocked is a bad idea, we will only get one chance to get things made with an evil taint here. Good news they have a lot of stuff here in this pile of not so junk junk, O look a large tent like thing! lucky me"::
Harlequin, for my experiments they take much time, pain and a fair amount of death, and for the most part i only make them work for me, i guess i could find ways to have others use my infusions but that will take time to learn how. and more then likely death. But sure if you want more arms i could try on you right now if you wanted, i would guess the possibility of success is less then 1%, seeing as how this is a new body, i lost much of my knowledge, in a strange new place, without my tools or texts, have no idea what sicknesses are on this world and how they might effect any operation, and the list goes on. but sure if you want more arms i am willing to help with that.
looking at the witch
might you have some subjects alive preferably for me to experiment on, i wish to know how this world might differ from my own, in how living things work, and what sicknesses there are. after all knowledge is power, and with that power i will grab more power when i get my arms back, and more knowledge from that and and ahahhaha Tronath starts to laugh uncontrollably for some time. while he walks over to what he would guess is a alchemy set or potion making bench.
Thinks at Tronath v mind link
::"1% you say, then I think I will decline, but we may do more later, and Tronath, you need only think at me and I will hear what you have to say no matter the distance. No need to say it out aloud, very useful when one is in a big city or out in the woods."::
Sicsivicus eyed the mess with disdain and realized it would take some time to sort through the garbage before being able to find anything usefull. He gave his requests to the two attendants and went back to sifting even as he listened to the others.
The rich versus the poor. Age old and a good reason for it. Again you speak wisely Merran.
The half orc's smile was genuine and malign as Tronath spoke of experiments and sicknesses and tried to imagine the man with four arms berserking his way through the sublime sheep of this Peligree...or whatever its name was...
Maz takes a look at your list Merran, thinks for a moment and heads off to the other door. She opens the door just enough for her to slip through. You hear rummaging and then cursing and then crashing and then rummaging again. She comes out arms full and walks over to you. Well we have most of that here. All from the same guy in fact. I'll have to start work on the headband. I've got no clue about the wand though. Perhaps there's one lost in that mess. She motions to the pile that others are going through.
The witch chuckles at the Harlequin. No this is not 'the house', this is MY house.
She listens to Merran still musing over what harlequin mentioned. The Highest populations are located in San Fransico, New York and Martha's Vineyard have the most concentrated populations however. Atlanta is close behind San Fransico, but is very spread out. In the old days information was passed along by a traveling duo. The high priestess Medaglia, and her "friend" Jebus Ghandali traveled the land spreading the good word. Now a days things are more stagnant. Each city has a clone of Medaglia sent there to oversee the spiritual guidance of the residents. She acts as their priestess until the time of her death and then another is sent to replace her. This has been the norm for 1400 years now. As far as common news it is spread through the easiest means possible. Flyers for a show, birds for long distance, magic when speed is required. Finally, there is no economic inequality. Certain cities have more natural wealth in their architecture, but that is mostly remnants from the past. Rich and Poor mean mostly nothing here. Everything required to continue living is free to those who ask. Extravagances and Trinkets are sold to make spare coin, but that is mostly a chemical memory forcing it's way into society. People don't use the money very often. How's that twist your brain, it sure was a doozy for me watching it happen.
She chuckles again at the Harlequin's question. Dishwashers are a waste of resources and I don't think anyone here would find a good use for an H-drive. However most residences have access to running water and fire for cooking. There is a central plant that controls water pressure, and the fire is all done magically.
She starts Cackling along with Tronath. This time it calms you and makes you feel welcome.
My dear man, I do not have any 'willing' subjects save these two and I think I need them alive right now. There is a small gathering of Lycanthropes who have taken a liking to my forest. Perhaps they could be of assistance. As for disease and suffering, most are kept in check by the Medaglias that litter the world. Each has the ability to heal great injuries. It's unfortunate indeed.
The Harlequin stops rummaging and sits down at the top of the pile of junk. She shakes her head twice and starts to talk in a flat monotone voice. Like a College professor giving a talk to his history students.
"Now class, Today we will look at the 'Outside Context Problem' or OCP. The usual example given to illustrate an Outside Context Problem is imagining you were a tribe on a largish, fertile island; you’d tamed the land, invented the wheel or writing or whatever, the neighbours were cooperative or enslaved but at any rate peaceful and you were busy raising temples to yourself with all the excess productive capacity you had, you were in a position of near-absolute power and control which your hallowed ancestors could hardly have dreamed of and the whole situation was just running along nicely like a canoe on wet grass… when suddenly this bristling lump of iron appears sailless and trailing steam in the bay and these guys carrying long funny-looking sticks come ashore and announce you’ve just been discovered, you’re all subjects of the Emperor now, he’s keen on presents called tax and these bright-eyed holy men would like a word with your priests. You see an OCP is a phenomena that a civilization meets in most cases just the once, They meet it in the same way a sentence meets a fall stop. An OCP is that which a civilization and not or will not model or predict because its Outside all Context of its collective experience to model or predict. So they can make or have no defiance against the OCP when it comes. By the time they work out just what the OCP is, its all ready far to late, Now what we need is an OCP event."
The Harlequin Smiles, turns around and start digging in the pile again, then stops and looks back. In a another voice she says.
"Sicsivicus was right this world dos not need a circus what it needs is a Science fair!!, what this world needs is a Technological revolution, the white heat of progress its dark satanic mills. So one must ask where are the dwarfs?, bring on the dwarfs"
Sic oculdnt follow all of Harley's speach. She was using words he was unfamiliar with but the context was clear enough.
Now you're making sense Quin. Dwarves, missionaries and epic meteors. They said once that the 'greatest trick Beelzebul ever pulled was convincing the world he didnt exist'. Its time they were reminded that he does exist.
"Sicsivicus, Beelzebul's trick is indeed what we need, but most things 'we' can think off so can they, we need to come up with some thing new, some thing never seen before, a death ray, a self replicating clone army, remember they use clones, what of we where to switch them, put ours in there places. O it would take time and a lot of research, but we have that. One by one the city clones die and we switch them out. We would have to make a base some place, where Tronath can work on out clones and we would need to set supplier of things. Some one will have to go grab a clone as a text subject. But of done right we could 'OUR' clones in place for the day we pull down there whole civilization in one night,"
She looks far away
"what a jest that would be"
[b]Where are my manners, I haven't introduced my companions. Maz here is an expert at crafting all sorts of wondrous items. The dark skinned woman looks up at the mention of her name. Her face is expressionless and flat. She acknowledges each of you with her gaze and then returns to work on the headband.
And this one is Gin. HEY GIN!! GIN!! She stamps her foot on the floor a couple times to some rhythm. The tengu looks up at all of you. His eyes are clouded and black. He smiles a big smile and starts to lick his beak and sniff the air. He's blind and dea.... She starts to say as Gin gets up and hustles over to you as fast as he can on his cane. He quickly interrupts her He practically yells at you in a squaky/throaty voice HI, I'm Gin Tsu, and I'll be enchanting your weapons and armor for you. I sure hope you all like swords because I sure like to work on swords. Also I'm blind and deaf in case you couldn't farking tell. For now all you need to know is two stamps means yes and one is no. He stamps his feet to indicate how to do it properly. He extends his feathered hand and searches each of you for a handshake. He's quite touchy but what do you expect from a blind man. After introducing himself to all of you he reaches into his shirt pocket and grabs a "cigarette". I hope you don't mind if I smoke. I just got back from New Vegas, I always find it hard to ween myself off the stuff so fast. He hobbles back over to the bench and nudges the still working Maz attempting to tell her about you guys, as if she didn't already know.
The witch smiles and looks back towards you all.
I am quite skilled in creating potions as well. Whatever you require we can make for you here. With limitations of course, I'm not Medaglia for Pelligree's sake.
"We should eliminate a cloning plant for these Medaglias. It would be a watershed event for these people. They would have to react, and such a reaction always puts a damper on freedom. Before long they'll all need papers to get into their own homes, and be paid by the church to spy on each other. They'd do our work for us!" He laughs at the idea. "Mortals are so foolish, always willing to give up freedom for 'security', as if such a thing really existed. I mean look here, even in the 'perfect world' Witch managed to bring us all together to f*ck it up. It sounds like these people are so reliant on central authority that they are little better than sheep. So we must either strike at, or become that central authority, and the rest will follow."
Where are my manners, I haven't introduced you to my companions. Maz here is an expert at crafting all sorts of wondrous items. The dark skinned woman looks up at the mention of her name. Her face is expressionless and flat. She acknowledges each of you with her gaze and then returns to work.
And this one is Gin. HEY GIN!! GIN!! She stamps her foot on the floor a couple times to some rhythm. The tengu looks up at all of you. His eyes are clouded and black. He smiles a big smile and starts to lick his beak and sniff the air. He's blind and dea.... She starts to say as Gin gets up and hustles over to you as fast as he can on his cane. He quickly interrupts her He practically yells at you in a squaky/throaty voice HI, I'm Gin Tsu, and I'll be enchanting your weapons and armor for you. I sure hope you all like swords because I sure like to work on swords. Also I'm blind and deaf in case you couldn't farking tell. For now all you need to know is two stamps means yes and one is no. He stamps his feet to indicate how to do it properly. He extends his feathered hand and searches each of you for a handshake. He's quite touchy but what do you expect from a blind man. After introducing himself to all of you he reaches into his shirt pocket and grabs a "cigarette". I hope you don't mind if I smoke. I just got back from New Vegas, I always find it hard to ween myself off the stuff so fast. He hobbles back over to the bench and nudges the still working Maz attempting to tell her about you guys, as if she didn't already know.
The witch smiles and looks back towards you all.
I am quite skilled in creating potions as well. Whatever you require we can make for you here. With limitations of course, I'm not Medaglia for Pelligree's sake.
You can see the witch is quite interested in the idea of blowing up the clones. A wrinkle on her brow betrays the doubt she must feel.
"You have something to say Witch?" Merran asks her.
Well I've no doubt that you could succeed at the task you laid forth. I do doubt, however, that any one you will survive it. I'd hate for the gifts I've given you to go to waste is all. I imagine your all not too keen on loosing yourselves either. You see the facilities are hidden beneath the compound known as "the Stage". It is the center for the entire nation, it is where the whole thing started. It is on the tip of Cape Pouge on Chappaquiddick, Martha's Vineyard. Not exactly an easy place to assault, and most definitely impossible to escape from. I do like the idea of blowing it up though, yes I do.
choke laugh choke. ok done laughing now, Maz Gin, here is the list of items i would like made, also i suggest that we all get a ring of sustenance, it will make it so we can move, work, and plan more and not have to worry about food, water, or sleep. well still a little bit of sleep but still.
to the witch
I did not say willing subjects, because i have almost never run into those. but any body's you might have around would do nicely. Hmm Lycanthropes, i have to ask if they are evil or not, because of this world, or are they just more in tune with the beast inside. oh oh oh oh, i had an idea, we might be able to weaponize them in some way, make a whole town into Lycanthropes. Tronath looks very exited at that thought, and then looks crestfallen Oh but then we will be found out quickly, it is something we would have to do to a number of population centers at once assuming it would work at all. and even then we would still be hunted down by a god, well that or make a world of hippy Lycanthropes, although that is funny in its own way. he smiles at the thought.
just some food for thought, but the world advances more rapidly when there is conflict, in this world of peace i am sure development has gone to a crawl. even more so if they keep there "moral values". this is a stagnate pond, and we will be the rocks tossed into it. hopefully big ones smiling at the end of his little talk.
now i am off to see what neat gear we might have on hand, call for me if you want to talk. waiting for others to respond to his words for a short time, then walks to the storage area, getting guidance if needed.
::"Tronath, as for sustenance I have no need of a ring, I do that internaly but thank you for offering it.::
"I have an idea for another event on out day of doom, A population subdued by drugs, what do you think will happen if one of our simultaneous events was the decimation of the drug harvest. Stocks would dwindle, The drug users would fight over the last stocks. My idea is A blight. Then as for the clones, how about a gene taller-ed Virus let lose at the same time. One that just kills them. Also no matter how well protected this "Stage" is all fortifications of one weakness, they are fixed locations. As the book of war says, do not attack the fortification, attack the location. How about A seismic event,landslide, tsunamis, volcano of a scale to wipe it off the map hitting on the day of doom."
her hands make the shape of a mushroom cloud and mouths the word "Boom"
"Imagine one night or day of world smashing events. I think this could be the back bone of a plan, we could work on any and all ideas, linking them up like dominoes. I feel it would be best if we get as much ready here as we can then head out as find out which of our possible dominoes can be made to work on dooms day.
The Harlequin jumps down and puts her arm around Sicsivicus
Mind Link 1pp
:: "and After dooms day, Sicsivicus we will need a hoard to unleash on the population"::
Evil wink.
"Of course this may take years to plan and execute, but I know we all wish it to come about in one way or another, each of use with there own skills, each with there own ideas, adding to the one event. If any of use go off early surprise is lost and we will fail. So we best keep tabs on what each of us is doing, humm. For now me Ill work on the Gan-ja-Blight and clone Blight here for a bit, any help you could give Tronath, would be much appreciated, we only need a few small viles of the blights to carry around ready for the day."
::Merran you look like a cat that can get the cream, do you think you could sneak one day into the Cloning plant and out again?::
::Tronath what do you say to clone-blight or clone control or clone copy your the one of great skill, we would have to find you one to play on.::
" After dooms day, you keep what you can take, for us I'm aiming for godhood. One grand killing joke, played on a world, what more could a Harlequin ask for."
"I think you may be over estimating the addictiveness of ganja. I've never known people to fight over that particular substance. It's too easy to produce, and it's non-addictive. What's the status of alcohol on this world Witch?" Merran asks
Sic had shook Gin's feathered hand and frowned when the tengu mentioned favoring swords.
Gin. Name's Sicsivicus. Can you craft chains and hammers as well? I have some particular desires...
He carefully go over what he wants and assures the birdman that he can wait however long it takes. He also introduced himself to Maz and went over the other things that he wanted. He listened absently to the grand schemes of the cabal and took note of the ones he considered worthwhile.
He almost snapped a big mitt on the jester's neck when she wrapped an arm around him but relaxed as a somewhat familiar tickle of telepathy touched his mind...i used to have a spell for that but she apparently does it naturally...
He paid rapt attention when the subject turned to drugs and booze. Things he had more than experimented with in his shady past.
What about a new drug? Give them something they havent seen before.
"I'm no alchemist, but perhaps Tronath could come up with something sufficiently addictive. I don't see why we can't move on multiple fronts at once. Set ourselves up somewhere hidden in or near New York and start with the drug. Then buy a church to launder money and spread seditious ideas. All the while watching and learning all we can about the Medaglias and making moves against them as opportunities present themselves. Our eventual goal would be the elimination of the cloning center in Martha's Vinayrd. First we must become Pelegrites, then we must commit false flag attacks and blame them on some boogey man 'the terrorists'. Once we get people believing in this formless threat that is everywhere and no where, we use Hegelian dialect to achieve our goals. Thesis, reaction then antithesis." He pauses realizing this might be confusing. "Something like, "Oh no, the terrorists will blow up your church, and get your kids addicted to drug X! They don't believe in peligree! They are EVERYWHERE! PANIC! PANIC! Oh wait, nevermind no need to panic. Here's the solution, just join the (insert group name here) and spy on your neighbors. Give up all your freedoms and we will protect you. Anyone who doesn't join is clearly a terrorist and they must be put in jail and oppressed." He scratches his chin thoughtfully. "Am I making sense?"
"Of course you are, Merran, the old pull the system down from the inside trick, well used and well liked, add that to a OCP and pow, dooms day. We may need some kind of news paper, to get 'our' propaganda out. Much better than a traveling show. An underground rag telling the People, the 'real' story of what the great and good get upto, mud slinging at its best."
She then stops and jumps down from the pile of junk with some bits and bobs she plonks on a bench, the looking at the pile she frowns.
"This is taking far to long!"
With that she holds out her and and moves it up, the top half off the pile follows the hand gesture, she moves her and to the right and the layer of junk moves to the right, then she makes a doping motion, and the junk falls down to the grounds. She then moves spreads her hand wide and some items glow in the layer reveled.
Telekinetic Force 5pp Power
Detect magic 1/day spell
"Now lets see what we have"
She jumps back in and before long is throwing out, the odd small and simple magic item. Like the ring of sustenance, +1 Short Sword, Ioun Torch, Dust of Tracelessness, alchemist kit and Handy Haversacks. She jumps back out with 3 small Gems and an old hat that makes her hand look like a fish.
"Baba, do you have a soul jar I could borrow for a wile?"
She heads over to the work bench where here plans and bit are. Popping down a hat of disease he must have found in the pile. She starts working like a frantic woman. What ever she is making seems most odd.
Sic raised an eyebrow at the clown's useful trick and picked up a haversack, dust and some of the mundane stuff that he thought would be useful. He knew it would be some time before his weapons and armor would be ready but he was patient. He pulled on some clothes that were surpisingly a bit loose on his large frame and found a pair of boots that werent too snug as well.
You have food in this place? Im famished and thirsty. How long since this body ate?
The lycanthropes here are Neutral mostly. There are two types in this world. Those that can control their bestial nature and those that cannot. The one's that cannot are sent north to live out their lives with the beasts of the wilds. There was rumor of a camp in these very mountains. If anyone were to know where that was it would be Gin. He is very perceptive despite his shortcomings.
As for alcohol, you may be disappointed to know that it's use is limited to alchemical tinctures and it it no longer consumed for fun. I believe and old pirate friend said it well before I ate her, "because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels."
Harlequin, A soul jar is not something I would trust you with for a second. If you are looking for crafting help ask Maz, she has...Unique methods.
Yes Sicsivicus, there is food available. If you wish to sate yourself just walk through the door there and think hard about the kitchen. You will be brought there after a short walk.
The Harlequin smiles mischievously at the mention of the Soul Jar.
"O well I will just have the use whats left of the owner of this body soul. I think I can pull the dregs out."
She picks up one of the books get got, it looks like some kind of book on magic
"You know of out league of Doom has said very little, I wander what her evil plans are? looking at her shape shifting skills I would say, infiltration."
holding the book she says
"This Body can do magics, I need to try some for a few hours baba, do you have a room full of peacefulness that I could use and a good spell book?"
Laanrah still can't swallow all the events and that she got transported here. She is especially cautious because of the witch, but plays along and follows the others. She has yet to make up her plan, but a nice walk in a forest would be helpful to clear her mind.
"Yes, forest, a nice walk there should help. Also, are there lawful methods to take over lands or gain quickly titles? Like an arena fight or tournament with knights and archers?" Gaining prestige and wealth among the locals in an acceptable way would be an important step to gain power and influence.
"haha"
The Harlequin runs over to Laanrah, In and bows low before her.
"My Lady, I have a feeling that they do not have such a thing as Class here, its sounds like an classless egalitarian society, they may even have that most despised of governance, Democracy! you could then run for office."
"A republic? I knew of a few merchant cities, unsure on how those work, but the plan still could succeed. I would rather prefer a proper aristocracy though, easier to bewitch, easier to manipulate, and easier to get quick results." She ponders. "Still, I would prefer a long walk in the forest first, to clear out my head and get a servant first."
She doesn't stop to argue with the Harlequin about how a form of government can't be good or evil, and that there always have to be at least powerful and powerless, rich and poor people. She may even be in the wrong as far she knows. This is an alien world and none of her knowledge may be of use here.
harlequin i beleive you will find what you require in the study. You know the way im sure. Laanrah, its good to see youve come to terms with your new body. I must say your ambiions may be diffiult to attain here. There is not much of a government at all really. Most problems, rare as they are, are dealt with by the priestesses. If you would still like to walk just leave and walk the halways with exit in mind. You will know the door when you see it. Mind your eyes.
She looks at it. "I find it somewhat strange to hear you say "good" in any part of a sentence to be honest. Even stranger than that there is no organized leadership in the world. I find it hard to believe such a world would not slip into Chaos on its own what would lead inevitably to Evil deeds. So, is the whole damned world under the rule of these priestesses, is there no two nations on it atleast? All is in a global unity?"
Laanrah keeps the entity in the belief she was staying quiet due to not being used to her form. This idea itself meant that it had no idea how she once looked like, and that she looks exactly as before. A new information which proves this entity isn't omnipotent and the knowledge may come useful in the future.
The Harlequin waits to hear what is said, takes a seat and starts reading two books one in each hand, she tosses one over her shoulder.
"Who knew Cheese making could be such fun"
Picks up anther book and starts reading that.
Your PC may get the idea that the Harlequin seems to have more than one forces point two her intellect and consciousness, multitasking seems to be her constant state of being. She seems to taking in information at a phenomenal speed, your PC may think that or your PC may not.
Comes out of the pile of junk with some cloths for those that have not put any on. Look what i found, i hope it fits everyone. oh oh oh what kind of lycanthropes, are they wolf, lion, tiger bear, oh my that would be amazing. or are they a sort of loose tribe of many animal base forms. Oh the experimenting i could do with lots of base forms. he starts to drool as he puts on some pants.
Merran will take a handy haversack and being searching through the pile for any wands. He will cast detect magic and concentrate to look for auras. .
Laanrah. you are wise to ask of other nations. There are small pockets of civilization in the wilds to the north, and far south in the jungles. They are not influenced heavily by Pelligree, but they know of her power and are not very organized themselves. Across the seas is a place none dare tread. The waters are not forgiving and noone has attempted to cross them in centuries. There is one who may know the way but she is quite adept at being a hermit. She is living somewhere on the west coast. She is quite easy to spot because of the body armor she wears. It covers her entirety including the face. It is a sealed system that keeps her alive. Her name is Wednesday, should you seek her out. As for the lycanthropes. It's good to see you enthusiastic, I had hoped someone would deal with them for me. As far as I can tell most of the ones who've set up here are fox Lycanthropes. There is tell of a more diverse camp hidden in the mountains but Only Gin would know for sure.
After double checking that Maz and Gin understood what he wanted; Sic walked through the door the lady indicated and thought long and hard about food.
...so hungry...its as if Ive never eaten...this body is going to require alot of fuel...willing or not...hahaha...
More than pleased with the results; the half orc helped himself to the abundance of food that appeared and gorged for quite some time. Satisfying these base needs felt...delicious!..
The Harlequin holds up very very old looking book and reads from it.
Performance (Acting)
"This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England"
She puts it back down.
"Lands over the sea, when you said 'a map of the known world' how much of this world do you know about? Because this 'England' had or has kings, they may wish to find a new land invade and tax, Of course it would mean the mass genocide of the local indigenous Trible populations in the land grab that would follow. But really what use are they, they are so backwoods, We could say, the only good local, is a dead Local."
She looks up at the roof
"I can see it now, Disease infested reservations of malnourished tribes being pushed onto ever small plots of land, land not fit to grow rocks on. Broken treatise and head hunts by paid bounty hunters of collecting body parts of men, women and children to sell. Smashing them down until they are nothing more than a tourist attractions on land no one wants. Then after, lying about the whole genocide, saying it was for their own good, wile we give them 3class status and patronizing console them about what used to be, in thyme parks to there culture."
She shakes her, head.
"No that level of evil is even to much for me, you would have to be a real evil SOB to do that to a whole continent and sleep sound at night"
Evil smile at the group.
She gos back to reading
The Harlequin looks as the Sicsivicus heads out.
"Lands over the sea, when you said 'a map of the known world' how much of this world is know about? could badder eviler lands lay over the sea, if we can tele-port why not to one of them say. See of out army could be fond there?
This continent is the only charted lands. To the north lies wastes for miles, noone would survive that long enough to chart it. And to the south is shifting jungle, again a task noone has bothered to undertake. Across the seas, there is only legend of land. One group left many years ago, and were never seen again. The same is true for all that try to teleport there. It could be a void for all I know. Perhaps something darker grows there. It is impossible to tell. I would not recommend the trip.
Oh werefoxes that should be fun. What is this about other lands, oh seems we have more options open, what would be easier though bringing an army from the outside, or destroying something from within. both have there merits, that is assuming we could find anyone to join an army in the unknown lands. I think we should take a good week or so learning the history and other information of this world, after all we have to wait for the items to be made, and i am thinking some of us might bot be up to par without them. I know i need time to experiment to get my arms back. After a week or so i think we could easily go out for a walk in the forest and hopefully for me and the witch run into the werefoxes. Oh there i go rambling once more oh well.
to find the plays of Shackspear the Elf bard
"I'm prepared for our outing whenever you all are. You'll find me in the dining area with Sicsi." Merran heads out into the hallway, and concentrates very hard on half a dozen live rabbits.
Sic was enjoying his repast and was getting the hang of this place as he'd 'thought' up quite the buffet of foods to eat. He sat in the middle of a long table covered in succulent meats, fresh fruits, warm breads, steaming pies and savory vegetables. He had a huge tankard of dark ale and a honey glazed boar leg in hand when Merran appeared.
Hey now. Help your self or 'think' up what you want. There is no end to where your imagination can run here it seems.
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of interrupting you." With that Merran summons up a large wicker pen with six bunnies in it. He steps inside and slams his paw down on one. There's a crunch as its back breaks, and then he picks it up and begins to eat it, starting with the feet. Mmm...fresh coney. Haven't had this in gods know how long. A millennium or two I'd imagine.
Will others head off to sait their body's hunge, so Harly feels the same needs, but in a much difarent way. She drops the mind links to the others and links with Maz and Gin.
::"tell me every think, I want to know it all"::
The form of communication used is not language of words and sounds, It is the direct experiential communication, the speed of shared this shared knowledge is astonishing and it is not one way, Harly passes on information of what she wants making and how it should be made, some thing new and not seen before in the world. The two carfters now know hot it can be done. Yet more is to Harly passed art, culture, designs and she them. It a being of the mind this is a fest.
The other 5 bunnies in the cage huddle together not making a sound. They stay very still looking at you with that sideways glare common to all prey. You can smell their fear.
Time passes quickly as you study, eat, and work to your hearts content. You find that Gin is much more competent than he would seem to be. He finishes his jobs in half the time you were anticipating. Maz, or Mazreal as you discover is her full name, works at an alarming rate as well. When you press her for her secrets she speaks of dark truths that make you shudder. You have nightmares of octupi and squid dragging you down as your lungs collapse from the pressure. She tells you that's just the introduction, you worry what might come if you ask her for instruction again. The witch stays placid through it all answering any queries you may have and generally being a big help, without really doing anything.
A week passes and you find that all of your gear is now complete. You are armed with steel, wood, and wit, and it is now time to explore the surroundings you have found yourselves in. The witch gathers you all in the hallway in front of an old Worn-down door. She hands you each a a crystal and explains that they will protect you from any prying eyes. Keep them on your person at all times if you value your sense of self. She explains the location of the Were-group and ushers you out of her home.
The sunlight is blinding upon your exit. As you vision slowly returns you see around you a well kept forest. Mostly Maple and Oak spread out into the distance. You look behind you and there stands the witch, in the doorway to a little broken down hut. 10' by 10' it stands dilapidated yet surprisingly intact. To the left of the entrance is a tree that has been cut down. It looks fairly recent, most likely within the last year. The witch winks at you and closes the door. You hear birds...
1:The Harly dos not respond to the others to Mazreals tails hers is a little bit more complicated.
2: Familiar, calling hers (outsider) and getting it right (Form), she will do this wile in the house as well.
3: She will lock the Crystal to her Crystal an have it old it.
4: 1 Q more what the most plaid sport?
5: I thought she was going to drop us close to a town?
Harly looks around and try's to remember the location. her/his mask is on now and all you should see is
Perception DC V = disguise
is a old man with a old clock and bag by his side.
On his shoulder sits a little man, who has on an old bowler hat, suit and boots. They look back at the door.
"I travel far to be with her
Excited on my way,
I wonder what she's plotting
On this lovely sunny day"
She/he looks back at the group
"So any ideas where we should head to?"
Much more comfortable and secure inside of his armor and with deadly weapons at his waist; Sic breathed deep of the natural scents of the forest. He had to consider anything and everything except the other four an enemy from this point on. He took note of the felled tree and the others around it and guaged the suns location in the sky.
The witch said the lycanthropes are that way. Lets hunt shall we?