"Come with us then, milady. We all, Lavinia Vanderboren and my order will give you a chance to redeem yourself."
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"That depends on her" answers Forzakad and nods to the also slumping woman, he addressed earlier. "But I hope she will come to her senses soon enough. We all need to get out of here, before the rest of the guild will corner us all and mow us down. We are in no condition to continue to fight against fresh opponents."
"Don't hurt her. She is now herself again." With those words, the Captain steps forward and speaks to the woman who is at last again in her own body. "The Dreaming Dark normally does not let its vessels get away alive. They are without remorse. We are Kalashtar. We know, what you have suffered. We can offer you the seclusion of my order. They know, how to help you to cope with the torment you have suffered from the Quori."
"Was there something?" the Captain is looking again at the scribbles on the board.
"More probably, that the assassination has already been done"
The Captain takes a long look at the scribblings on the chalkboard.
"Leave the last one alive, Finn. Seems our last informant is not available any more."
The captain focuses on the one hitting him and lets loose a psionic blast of mental energy. damage; Psicraft check for manifesting Mind blast defensively (2d10=11, 1d20+12=32)
"Take them down quickly, before the whole complex is alarmed."
"I'll show them fear!"
"Thank you, Lord Thoven." The Captain says. His strides are now a bit wider than before and the face is livelier.
"We also need to get out of here, before the water gets too high. Did anyone check the door, if Whisper was successful?" The Captain is holding his head, wobbling a bit from the effort it took on his mind.
Frozakhad is readying his action in case the crocodile is going to attack. If the reptile does attack, it will get a serious headache. Perhaps this will confound the creature.
Forzakhad puts his hands on his temples and concentrates, then he whirls with his arms extended around himself and leaves a shimmer behind, that surrounds him.
"We should continue down here, but take the ladder away. Good idea, Finn."
"They just take over another host, some hosts are willing and specially bred, but recently they can also possess unwilling vessels. If Vanthus is in league with these agents of the Dreaming Dark, I need his knowledge about their plans here in Sasserine. If he is only in league with the Lotus Dragons and the guild is doing business with the Quori agents, then I will need the knowledge of the one responsible from the side of the guild. Those two are not going to answer questions any more. Sad, but true."
"I don't know him, but I know his kind. They are similar to what I am, but they are ruthless aberrations, because they suppress the spirit of their host when the Joining takes place, and have no qualms in setting them up to die, because they only return to Dal Quor. They try to purge us from the face of the world, because we are the only ones that know, that they only want to take over this realm, regardless of what they say. I known them as the Oneiro Nigro, that is the Dreaming Dark in your language." Forzakhad looks down, takes a deep breath seemingly in a deep trance for five seconds and then looks up again. "I may look like a human, but I am not, we are a Kalashtar. We are joined spirits, permanently joined. As to what this agent of the Dreaming Dark was saying, he was speaking Quori. He said first, that you're gonna die, Finn. Then he exclaimed, that we would not be able to kill him, and I answered, that I don't want to, that I want know what he knows. And as he went down he said, we'd meet again. His host may have been destroyed, but that will not stop him."
"Novult tibi vitaj, erazjone, sed quod tu zijoni." Seeker:
Spoiler: I don't want your life, aberration, but that what you know.
The Captain whispers, "No. You won't get away! You will STAY!" and with those words a ball of ectoplasmic goo shoots at the fleeing man with the psychic knife in his hands, propelling Forzakhad a few steps back.
After hearing those words the Captain muscles his way forward into the room. With an unusual amount of hatred in his voice Forzakhad growls to the man in front of him, "You have done enough evil tonight."
"Keep your eyes open and move forward. This place reeks."
Forzakhad nods. "Go for it."" he whispers.
"What do you see beyond the corridor? Any doors left or right?"
"We can use it later, when we rest. Go on, Ardanto."
Forzakhad keeps watch on both doors readying an action to blast any hostile coming into the room.
"What are you waiting for? Whisper? We should be checking for traps anyways."
shoppers
Spoiler: "We hope to grant your wish, dear sir. It would be an honour to have a beast such as that on display on my ship. And now I am sorry as we are obligated to put you in bonds and into unconsciousness. Gar? Bind him, give him a blindfold and a gag, then we'll wait for the others. We just do this, so that you cannot be blamed for letting us in, dear sir. I hope you see that as we do.... Gar?"
In the shop (Seeker,Daurros,Guard,Thoven):
Spoiler: "You do that, and take Town with ya. Gar and me will stay here."
Seeker,Daurros,Guard,Thoven:
Spoiler: "The fight happened 4 days ago. The head was the only thing that was not affected by the dragon's attacks. Going through his belongings we found out, that he carried several different sets of dice with him, so we decided to dock his pay and his part of the hoard, to always remind us, that CHEATING THE CREW IS NOT GOING TO PAY OUT IN THE END!!!! THAT TRUE, MATES?"
Seeker,Daurros,Guard,Thoven: Spoiler: "We'd like to have the complete beast... with his claw on the head of our deseasd colleague, so we can toast him at mass and look him in the eye. That so, mates?"
Seeker,Daurros,Guard,Thoven: Spoiler: "I must say, I am impressed, Mr Roblach. But I come with a bit of a challenge to you. My crew .." and Forzakhad points to his colleague ".. and me have encountered the fight of our lives. And we, well, most of us, poor Garen bought the farm, came out on top. And the young black dragon not. We want to honor the sacrifice of Garen by giving his emmm.. remains a place in our mass with the stuffed black dragon. I'd like to have your professional opinion, if our wish can come true. Can you have a look at the emmm... different parts on our ship?"
The captain looks a bit unsure around and then back to Daurros. "Young black dragon... my ship, right." Spoiler:
"I am not well versed in lying or distracting, but I have knowledge about lifeforms."
"I have a personal favor to ask from you all, while we are going to investigate these hoodlums, Vanthus is now a part of. They are somehow connected to the murder of the harbor master, I was told, and I was asked to find out more, what went on behind it, and if enemies of my enclave are involved. Can I count on you to help me, while we try to capture our prey?"
Seeker:
Spoiler: "I'd love to join. My experiences on the island have lead me to the conclusion, that I need protect my body in the first line, before I can try to access any knowledge of our brethren."
Seeker:
Spoiler: "Yes, I would love a cup of tea." The captain waits until the acolyte has finished the necessary preparations and has left the room again, until he picks up the conversation again. Toasting to the Preceptor he also takes a sip from the brewed herbs and leaves. "Mmmh, excellent. The hint of thyme corrolates to the Oolong leaves. Where were we? Ah yes, the Lotus Dragon and the death of the harbor master." The captain takes another sip. "We will certainly try to find out the connection between Vanthus Vanderboren, the Lotus Dragon and the death of the harbor master. I will try to swear in my companions into finding out details as a hmm... let's say, personal favor?"
Seeker
Spoiler: As Forzakhad enters the enclave, he asks to see the Preceptor, as he has important business to discuss with her. The acolyte that welcomes all visitors shows him to a room in the second basement, a place where the thoughts of the people in the vicinity are not intruding into any scrying and searching done by those that seek out the darkness. A rather thin and gaunt looking woman of elderly years ushers the Captain into her sanctuary. "Ah, Centur Forzakhad, how is your little enterprise faring?" The kalashtar holds both hands in parallel an inch apart as he bows before his superior. "It is going better and worse than I thought. But this is the soonest I could answer the missive you have sent me. What is the will of the Collective?"
"So long as he's breathing, Ithaniar still has a chance of getting back up, Whisper. Does this cleric have anything, that might help us in escaping this hellhole."
"I think, our exploits are already discussed and spread among my emmm... brothers. They will certainly not be forgotten, even if we should not be able to get out of here alive."
Mental hammer into melee (1d20-3=3, 1d4=4) This time the force orb flies astray. "By the Abyss! I can't do much here. You hold this abomniation at bay, and I'll get our unconscious cleric." Forzakhad moves to the back and begins to drag Ithaniar into the reach of the bursts of positive energy. "Come on, Whisper. Help me."
Mental hammer against the undead cleric (1d20+1=20, 1d4=3) Forzakhad sends his next orb of force against the undead source of negative energy.
"Man, you're a send from the heavens. Come on, guys. Show these critters their second death." The captain sends a mental hammer into the undead, that sent forth the wave of negative energy.
Forzakhad drops back into the second line and murmurs "I can feel nothing. Why can't I sense them?" Then shivers a bit and then shouts. "Let's let them meet their maker!", readying a mental hammer for whatever's coming out of the shadows.
"Please, come with us, Whisper. No need to get separated in a place like this, especially when we are so dependent on light by Finn and Dauros.."
The captain will provide cover and look out for any dangers, while Ardanto is in the water.
"You are right, Guard. It is better to have them cooked. Their blood is blue, see there? That is why it gets so red when it is cooked." The captain looks about the room. "Anything else here? Then we start with the first door to our right."
The Captain uses his mental hammer to attack the remaining crab.
"Okay, we now have Crab ragout. Let's make sure, that no more crabs come along, before we tackle the doors in this hall."
"Okay, Finn takes Ithaniar. Let's get going."
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