"Have you ever gotten the feeling someone's talking about you?"
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"A distraction? I can handle that. How many blast disks do we have?"
"Synatria said that in four nights they'll be out, and that she'll get out even if she needs to leave her kin behind. I assume she was telling us to come back then. The question is, how do we get back in. Disguise ourselves again and demand to see the prisoners we brought in? Sneak in?"
Haedric passively watches the prisoners being led off.
Haedric shoves forward Garroth and begins to speak in Elven. Elven:
"We bring more prisoners for the mines.
"I don't either." Haedric sits down and begins to leaf through his spellbook.
"I'll act as a guard."
"I can. Like I said, half of us can actually speak it."
Lethe stands there in what is (for her at least) very deep thought. "Well you all have those disguise things and the Valenor here don't know we killed all there mates back at the ambush. So you guys could pretend to be them and say you took me prisoner and are transferring me to the mines?" "One problem with that plan. We don't know anything about those Valenar. We don't know their names, we don't know how they act, and half of us can't speak Elven. We'd be better off sneaking in and pretending to be workers in the mine."
"So, should we go into town disguised or keep waiting here?"
"Then let me ask you this: Why would Cyre warn Valenar that about a group of rebels when Valenar is one of the groups attacking them? This used to be Cyran land, you know."
"I think you're command disagrees with you. I mean they just happen to send you out to the middle of no where as far away from them as possible that doesn't strike you as a bit odd?" "If they don't send us back in the next few months, then I'll just leave there myself. And if they try to stop me, Dol Arrah help them...
"Okay does anyone else have any severe issues I should know about?" "Depends. Is it an "issue" if you want revenge above all else?"
Hey, our pbp's still going on! And that character's still in the party! What, are you running off in the middle of the night to join some other game?
"A lightning bolt did this. At least, this was done with electricity." Haedric steps up to the elven script and reads it alound in a vaguely mocking tone. "Here lie traitors to the glory of Valenar. Let them rot, without honor, and those who touch the traitos will suffer the same fate."
Haedric simply searches through the wreckage, not wishing to attempt to console Lethe. After all, he knows what she's going through.
"I use a very different sort of magic, wizard. When you use yours, you feel power. When I use mine, I feel complete. Completely in touch with the world, not as master, but as a piece, as one link of the vast chain." For the first time in the discussion, she smiles. "You cannot imagine the feeling. Power? It is useful. Connectedness? It is what we were born for. The only thing worth living for." "Oh, but there's so much more worth living for than simple oneness. Duty. Love. Revenge..." Haedric trails off and once again begins to scowl.
"He really didn't have any particular dislike of mages, he just wanted more for me than endless hours staring miserably at old books." Synatria says, sounding defensive." I suppose you can't choose who you fall in love with Haedric." He says with a smile." Excuse the hopeless romantic talk." He laughs gently"No, no you can't.", Haedric says wistfully. A nostalgic smile begins to spread over Haedric's face. "Oh, but it's so much more than that, really. It's mostly research, but the magic itself is worth it. The ability to, through your will alone, force the world to acknowledge you, to do what you want it to do. Show me one wizard who says they continue working magic for any other reason, and I will show you a liar."
" I suppose you can't choose who you fall in love with Haedric." He says with a smile." Excuse the hopeless romantic talk." He laughs gently "No, no you can't.", Haedric says wistfully.
"If your father disliked mages so much, why did he have a child with one?" Haedric joins the conversation with as much tact as usual.
"If you can make them leave us be, they live. If they attack us, they die. Either way, they won't follow us again. Do what you will."
Haedric shrugs as he stands up for the watch. "Don't ask me, I thought half the people talking were still asleep."
KC: Remember when we were in Monty Haul's pbp about monsters fleeing from adventurers through Undermountain that ended when he had to deal with stuff in real life? Well, he's back. Go over to this thread and say you're back so we can get the game back off the ground, will ya?
"Damn. Carvers. I say we get moving before they begin hunting us."
Haedric frowns at the tracks.
Lethe nods at Jax's words before turning to Haerdric "How about you? how did you end up here?" Haedric continues to stare out into the desert. You would almost think he didn't hear you until he started speaking. "Those Karnnathi bastards took the only thing I ever cared for away from me. As much as I wanted to, couldn't destroy it all by myself. So I joined this."
Haedric also takes first watch.
"Yes, the wilderness. Ought to use this wand for something."
"Cyrans. We were sent to help the rebellion." Haedric continues to search the bodies.
Haedric fires another bolt of force at the nearest living elf.
Haedric plucks a bead from his necklace and tosses it at the oncoming crowd of elves, and they are engulfed in flames.
EDIT: Haedric sends out a bolt of force, striking one of the warriors.
"We're ordered to help the rebellion. They're rebels, we're helping them." Haedric moves out with the rest, ready to place two bolts into the nearest horse.
Oh yeah uh Hi look forward to playing with all of youThe same! Welcome, and here's hoping we can keep this PbP alive long enough so that I can get to my dramatic betrayal or whatever! ;) Yes, and after your dramatic betrayal you'll be dead before your charred remains hit the ground. Just some food for thought. :P Anyway, welcome to our new player! We still only have half a healer, but that's good enough for now.
Haedric follows, albeit a bit too obviously.
"Yes. We don't want to go walking when the sun is up."
Haedric simply stares to the north, rubbing his gold ring absentmindedly.
Haedric grits his teeth through the briefing until the end, when he steps forward. "How long is this mission supposed to take?"
If Garroth seems disinterested in the proceeds, Haedric seems completely apathetic. He does stand straighter and looks more well-dressed than usual during the ceremony, but it seems to be a matter of decorum more than anything else. During all of his free time, he remains in his room, frantically writing in his spellbook.
Haedric sits there, looking as talkative as usual. As the ship takes off, he silently takes out his spellbook and dagger, opens to the inside cover and begins to carve seventeen shallow slash marks into it.
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