"Well, that is awfully convenient. Are you sure that is your real body Morgrave? Couldn't it be a trap of some sort? I mean, why would they preserve it here?"
As he watches So'ren carefully investigate the magical devices in the room he whispers to her
"I don't know about you, but that looks incredibly suspicious. Say the word and I will conjure some creature that speaks common to spill their own blood and say the words for us, I don't think Morgrave will mind. He's so focused on getting his body back I think he'd take accept even Satan's help"
The body seems to be in its prime with long flowing blue hair. The body does not seems to have any marks upon it. It is living and has almost a glow to it, similar to how Soren's slightly glows. It is strong and lithe. Though it is nearly seven feet tall. Several glowing runes do adorn the body and with your knowledge of the arcane you decipher them as preservation magic. Likely what was feeding and giving sustenance to the body.
The words on the side are in Infernal. They say, "To Emroy: God of Darkness, War, Death, Violence, and Insanity. One must pay which has been given. Bring forth the glory of the revived warlord or that of his minions. Praise be to the Dark One that grants this power and the one restored shall be of service."
So'ren shakes her head, declining Galah'ad's offer.
"I said I would do what I could to aid you, and I a am a ma--- woman of my word." So'ren says after examining things. "Of course, caution and understanding are necessary to know that this is not a trap."
She looks the warforged in its "eyes". "I hope this trust shown solidifies our friendship." and with those words, she slides her scorpion whip through her hand, its razor sharp blades cutting deep into the palm. She holds up her hand over the table, allowing her blood to seep into it before the wound closes on its own due to her rapid healing. "And I hope that friendship lasts as eternally as our lives."
Diplomacy
The human simply nods and walks up to Desseer, once he can speak, he asks, "Where are you heading. We are the furthest fishing village and not much is around here."
Desseer continues concentrating on his magic as he engages the man.
"I am intending to head to the nearest city," Desseer says simply. "Though, I also do not really know where I am." He adds the last part with a sheepish,awkward smile. "The..uhh..magic that brought me here did not appear to work properly."
With the introduction of the blood the stone table awakens to life. Yes there was some magical runes with a light glow before. But with the introduction of the blood it vibrates to life. Thousands of magical fractals form on the surface of the table, on the limp body, and on the warforge. A few even form on Soren's hand and it is quickly fixed by the healing magic and her own innate ability to heal.
Five minutes pass by and the warforge falls to the ground. The limp body begins to move as he awakens.
"These eyes have not worked much before now. I am going to need shades! I thank you both for your aid. Hopefully when the agent of Emroy comes they will not require too much. Now shall we go check out the location of the... never mind I need some time to rest and recover." He lays back down letting the table to continue give him strength.
The man thinks, 'Drother? Why would this elegant man want with another fishing village.' Then he simply states, "well Drother is to the North by about a half days walk. Or are you looking for the capital? Oh I am sorry to hear that, is there anything we can offer to help? Directions to the capital likely, head North and stay along the coast line. You will pass at least a dozen fishing villages then there is the town of Oktath, though beyond that you will find the capital port of our fair kingdom, The Jewel in the Rough." He states the last sentence with some importance and seems to have good feelings towards it.
Myriana had begun to wander around the town while Deseer talked to the man who met them and finally found the two she was most interested in. A young man and a witchy woman in a veil. Both were attractive and both were alive so both were viable. The young man could handle the loss of blood easily enough and her charms would likely work better on him than the witch, but she suspected he would not be willing if he were not charmed. The witch, on the other hand, would not hold up to the blood loss as well but could possibly treat it herself and might be willing if they were to trade for it.
Myriana tried to think it over and knew she should feel that forcing the young man was wrong but she felt no hesitance to do so if she felt like it. That disturbed her just a little, even back home she felt a bit of guilt when she tried to harm someone like that. Myriana decided that she was not ready to go that far just yet, at least not until she knew just how strong the natives were. With that in mind she decided to go see the witch and try to make an arrangement.
Deciding to try an experiment, So'ren concentrates on the Warlord's newly reborn form and channels positive energy towards it.
Trusting So'rens judgement, Galahad recites the words along with Morgrave and frowns when he sees the inscription
Emroy? Is that the deity they followed in this place? I never heard of it in YGGDRASIL, but... a god of war, death, darkess, violence and insanity? That's quite a repertoire, but they do sound familiar... I wonder if they are related
In YGGDRASIL, certain classes like clerics could choose an specific domain for their divine casting, which actually affected their powers and mechanics in-game. Darkness, Death, War and Madness were all available in the game, though Violence was new to him, was it related to the Destruction domain? Evil? Maybe even the torture subdomain? He wondered, however he was at least glad that whoever followed such deity was unlikely to have an issue with the undead.
He is pulled from his musings and floats backwards when the positive energy starts to flood Morgrave's original body
Impressive, that's such a huge pulse of positive energy I can almost feel it on my... skin? And it's stinging already. - He thought
Desseer laughs a hearty laugh. "Well thank the gods I ran into you! This has been so helpful already." He pats the man on the shoulder, "You are a great man. I do not suppose you would be willing to tell me more? I would like to know more about this great kingdom. Though, I would hate to be keeping you from an important task. Maybe I can assist you in some way while you tell me more? I am fairly capable."
Myriana as you enter her hovel, she bows and politely asks, "What can a simple charmer to for you great Mother of the Night."
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With that he sits up and smiles at Soren, with an outstretched hand he asks, "Do that again!"
He asks himself, "Great man?" Then looking at Desseer with awe, "Are you one of the prophets? Would you like a disciple, I have heard the stories and would love a life of adventure compared to this dismal place. If you serve Emroy that would make sense since my wife was taken from me so recently." He then falls prostrate before you. He continues to ramble, "I am but a simple fisherman but I have many stories about the seas. I don't know how many of them are true. What do you want to know, I will tell you what I can? Merely your presence lifts the morale of myself and I am sure the village."
By now many of the women folk and children around the village have stopped their chores and are now watching the display, ogling the golden man, and whispering to each other.
Myriana was caught almost completely off guard when the witch recognized her for what she was despite her shapeshifting and efforts to disguise herself as human. A moment later she became very wary as she realized this woman must be very powerful to see through her disguise so easily. After a moment of hesitation Myriana realized this might be a good thing as it would cut through some of the discussion and the fact she wasn't attacked on sight meant she might be able to work something out.
"Ah, sorry, Gal. I forgot about your.... status." So'ren apologizes. "You might want to step back. I am going to see if I can re-invigorate our friend even faster." she waits for Galah'ad to respond before continuing the channels, pushing out a series of 5 more channels after he has a chance to get clear.
"Ow! Be careful with such things!" - Galahad exclaimed as the cascade of positive energy touched him and he felt a burning sensation through his ghostly form, along with a strange feeling at the back of his mind.
He was annoyed at the effect, but also intrigued.
Is... this how it feels to lose hitpoints? - He wondered, in YGGDRASIL the only indicator that you were losing hp were the status menu, but now he instinctively could tell how much HP he had left himself, as well as how many spells he could still cast. It was a strange sensation, but rather welcome since he believed it was faster than looking at a menu.
"Do not worry too much, it seems the damage was negligible, but just for safety I'll wait outside the room. When you're done just let me know." - He said, floating just out of the room so they could proceed freely without risking to damage him.
"There is no need for that, now," Desseer says as he crouches down to gently grab the man's shoulder. "Arise and tell me more. Why do you call me a prophet? Tell me about where I am, this kingdom."
Meanwhile, Desseer's mind is racing with the opportunities this could present. He imagines a whole epic wherein he could manipulate a whole kingdom by playing both the hero and villain.
If anyone was watching the hovel as Myriana entered you would see the entrances are filled with darkness.
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The man gets up at your command and his mood seems to sour from what he hears but still relays information, "There are prophets wandering the world. I had thought you were one with such an angelic appearance. Though I have not seen one before. We are in on the outskirts of the Veil Kingdom. No officials reside in our village. We are ruled by the mage king Hawthorn. Further to the North and North West is the Dwarven Empire. There isnt any civilization to the south just grassland maybe some nomads."
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After the channels from Soren he has a huge grin on his and a few other indicators of his lust. His smile turns sheepish as he grabs a blanket to cover up. He then states, "If you would help me with my clothes or leave, that would be appreciated." There is a metal chest where the container that just held his body. The warforge husk crumples to the ground in a pile. It seems still functional but inert. Within the chest you see a kimono, undergarments, and leather gear.
Oh, god, did I just give him.... Zander lets the thought trail off, more concerned with stirings within his/So'ren's body, and why did it turn me on that I did?
So'ren blushes and nods, leaving the room silently.
Galahad was waiting outside the room when he sees So'ren leave with her face slightly flushed.
"Everything alright over there?" - He asks, slightly intrigued over the silence
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With knowledge of the survival of the armory he would begin moving rocks, watching for any instability.
"We are like minded creatures? Oh I like this." She came closer, wary of the witch not being as open as she claimed with a seductive sway in her inhumanly graceful stride. When she reached the witch Myriana smiled and said, "Oh I would certainly like something fresh, if you are willing to share nya." She let a hint of her fangs show to make clear her meaning. "Nothing is for free of course and I would be more than willing to come up with something you might want in exchange nya."
"I apologize if I have disappointed you, good sir," Desseer responds gently. "How long has the mage king Hawthorn ruled? Also, how would I recognize an official?"
"I'm Myriana and this is going to hurt nya," she said before easily knifing her fangs into the soft flesh. Myriana began to drink the blood that flowed freely into her mouth and ran her hands along the witch's back while they were pressed close together. While the temptation to take all of the blood, to feel the woman's body grow cold and still in her grasp was there Myriana shoved it aside. She found the taste to be far better than when she drained that animal earlier, much richer and more filling, and she took just enough to sate herself for now but not enough to cause lasting harm to the witch.
The man wracks his head as he tries to remeber, "Black and blue robes. Hawthorne has ruled for 12 years, after his father passed the throne to him. He is a good king and doesn't tax us too heavily."
He thinks to himself, Look at me playing the fool to this wizard. I was sure he would be a prophet. Back to my wine I suppose.
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Both of them and the stone pedestal are magical. The Katana has frost upon it as the smaller blade has a shocking grasp effect that can be done 3 times per day. The pedestal basically preserves itself and the items on it.
John meditates and after about ten minutes he stands up, he then offers Soren his hand. If you accept he smiles and transports the two of you well past the collapse. It was almost as if the shadows accepted you and transported you over. He keeps ahold of your hand and walks to the armory with Soren beside him.
Galahad was waiting outside the room when he sees So'ren leave with her face slightly flushed.
"Everything alright over there?" - He asks, slightly intrigued over the silence
"What? Oh, yeah, just new body issues." So'ren replies. "Don't really want to talk about it."
She helps John with clearing the debris, but when he decides to go the shadow route, accepts that as an alternative.
Fyr shifts into a bird, a Raven. She smiles ans takes flight to land near Desser and reaches out with a kaw ansnin her thoughts Its me Fyr.
With that so flys over to land on Dessers shoukder and kaws again. She adjusts her strange feet ans looks about. Strangely the bait smelt amazing. Even the older fish left out seemed delicious. She fought off the hunger and looked ar Desseer and then at the fisherman then back. She takes a look at the other people and takes in numbers and strengths as well as all the ways to entrap and inflitrait. She also noted a fishery could be made here.
"Now, I need information Iris-chan, I am unsure of where I am nya, and I hope you can give me a some history of the region and how it views those of...non-human origin>"
"Now these will be great additions!" - He takes the weapons and once So'ren and Morgrave appear he is quick to present his findings to them.
"Morgrave, you were looking for a Katana if memory serves me correctly. Well you are in luck, this one appears to have an incantation of cold damage, it's likely better than the axe I lent you."
"So'ren, would you care for a weapon? There are some daggers here as well, I'm aware that our classes exceed at unarmed combat, but it couldn't hurt to carry something other than your whip just in case."
Desseer regards the raven with a raised eyebrow for a moment and then it clicks in his mind that it is likely Fyr. After she lands on his shoulder, he raises a hand to scratch her head and back gently as he pays attention to the village man once more.
"Again, I am grateful for your information. I have surprisingly little in terms of ways to pay for your time, save my services. Otherwise, I will promise a return and a repayment at that time."
"I currently find myself, likely, in this general geographical region for the foreseeable future, due to no choice of my own. Therefore you will probably see me again. Please do not be disheartened."
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He would do a few stances and slashes with it before him and move into the armory looking over the place for anything else that survived time. Coming out a bit disheartened, he states, "Shall we continue to look for more relics? I can shadow jaunt us over again, Galahad would you continue searching for me, or... No I can search too, I was just a bit fearful of another collapse."
He smiles and states, "I would accept any gift you gave me, or promise of one. No I have not much to live for and was hoping... Have a good travel and hopefully I will see you in the future!" The man then heads off swigging from his wineskin again.
The women and children continue watching Desseer with interest.
"Oh, you mean this one?" - He reaches out and waves it in the air
"I had no idea you were a dual style fighter, by all means you can have it back"
Next he pulls out the belt
"I also found this belt of healing, it has three daily charges so it's quite useful... well, not to me, but it might be to you two. If you don't mind me giving it to So'ren. - He asks the Warlord while stretching his ghostly hand to So'ren with the belt.
Desseer nods contentedly to himself and then looks around for Myriana. After several moments of looking around he waves to the onlookers, "I do not suppose you have seen a woman wandering around that is not from here? I met her on the road and want to ensure she is safe."
"Sure, I'll take the belt, but pass on the knives. John, it would probably be wiser to have Galah'ad search and tell us where its safe for us to teleport into... unless there are potential traps against undead he need be worried about."
The women and children look around but it seems they don't remember.
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"Not a burden at all, so long as you are certain there are no traps against undead then I believe that allowing me to scout ahead would be for the best. It'd be a bigger burden if either of you got caught up on something I could have warned about before"
Myriana leaned in closer, pressing tightly against her and leaning in to kiss her firmly. She was quite insistent until she got the witch to return her passion.
You can search most of the complex without any problems. You have 20 inventory spots from the game system but most of those spots are likely full. You would likely be best to empty your inventory outside of the ruin then as you search you can collect 20 more items.
It would take about 20 hours to search the place as you have to keep back tracking. This is taking a 20 for percwption and using detect magic. You find the following items:
Magical:
A golden trovel
A pocket watch
A compass
A cape
4 rings
3 magical weapons
18 black candles
31 red candles
28 blue candles
5 white candles
8 sets of silverware
2 ceramic bowls
4 silver platters are always hot
9 golden goblets that are always cold
A tome labeled The Sublime Way
A tome labeled The Book of Nine Swords
A tome labeled The Tenth Secret Sword
A chest filled with 8 magical items.
A warm blanket
Non magical but likely mastercraft:
67 bronze candlestick holders
2 mithril rake heads
A bronze shovel head and handle
A room full of alchemist shop, lots of glass, not many reagents
She whispers, "Come my queen let me aid you in what you need!" Though she can't move very easily on her own, but with your help she can easily be carried over. Once on the bed she removes her dress, bodice, and extras. If you start after her you are easily naked before her still.
Desseer looks to the raven on his shoulder with his mouth pursed to one side. "Well, my dear hunter, how do we find her? Any ideas?"
'Harder to track, but I believe we look for the easiest prey. So a more secluded shack. ' Fyr says mentally as she dances on Desseers shoulder looking about.