Ishmael looks steely-eyed, and weighs his options.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," he mutters, "When will we dance into the fire?"
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Ishmael looks at the red beads, and murmurs, "Come on, baby, light my fire, try to set the night on fire..." He takes one and holds it to the light, "Kid said something about a portal to the Elemental Fire. What say we have a look?"
Ishmael lights up one of his cigarillos as the party discuss their plans, and stands apart, "Y'all want to leap outta the frying pan and into the fire? Man's saying that somethin's afoot on this fire fortress, and ye're gonna pack up and leave? Let's find Toranna, and get the dark o' the portal key. I still got some fight in me." he says, blowing a smoke ring.
1d20+5=9, 1d20+5=10, 1d8+3=6, 1d6+3=9 Ishmael is caught short by the appearance of the undead and Justin flailing about wildly.
Ishmael does his thing.
Ishmael whispers "Something wicked this way comes..." and moves to somewhere concealed to await their arrival.
Ishmael nods and growls, "Ya want this deader in 'ere or what? Tempus fugit."
Ishmael growls "Shaddap.", and motions with his hand to cut off the discussion of the plan. "Someone's comin'." He moves to where he can see where the crowd is coming from.
Only half-listening (the other half spent on keeping an ear out for trouble) Ishmael says, "So, some of you gonna be making a sham of being deaders? Gotta be good to give the Dusties the laugh." He blows out another puff of smoke, "And the rest of us? Concerned relations?" he laughs shortly.
Ishmael looks at Justin and laughs as he does his Xaosman impression, "Heh, any of you bashers know where ye're headin' once ye're in there? Gonna be one hellava lotta walkin' deaders in there." he asks dryly.
Ishmael nods to his introduction and says, "There are some who call me... T-" he then cuts himself off, seemingly having thought better of it, and then adds with a grin, "Call me Ishmael."
Ishmael blows out a cloud of acrid smoke, and squints with narrowed eyes at the edgy gang of outsiders, "Factol Karan." he says simply, "Boss of the Xaositects. So, looks like we're on the up and up." He surveys the motley band of Clueless and Cagers, "You're gonna need help if you're lookin' to scrag this Toranna bint." He turns to Karin discretely and in a whispered growl mutters, "It's 'barmies'... with an 'm'."
Ishmael lights up another cigarillo as Mordrigaarz talks to the Clueless. He regards the departure of Clawboy et al with an impassive, narrow-eyed frown. Secretely he thinks this will be better for Mordrigaarz and his gang, and on a more philosophical level more in keeping with their faction.
"We got some information for Mordrigaarz," Karrin says, "we're working on that problem he had earlier and we thought he'd appreciate the head's up." "A bird in the hand is worth two in the nuthouse. Well, happen Mordrigaarz has been a bobcull when it comes to you coves. We could have ourselves quite the niffy-naffy situ, you looking for the barmy-killer. Wait here, keep it secret, keep it safe." he says and winks. He approaches Mordrigaarz and looks over the crew, "The Clueless're here. They want help. I'm gonna give it to 'em." he says simply to his fellow Xaosman.
A tall, thin man in a broad-brimmed hat with seemingly ineradicatable 2 day stubble approaches the group. When he speaks, his voice is like warm gravel (yes, warm gravel). "Stare. It's the way to educate your eyes. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long." " he says to whoever seems to be the leader of the group, "I done a lot of staring. Seems to me I stared at you bloods before. So I need to know in my brief span, what you're wanting here."
Meanwhile... A tall, thin man wearing a wide-brimmed hat in a Hive alleyway lights up a thin cigar before contemplating his next move.
Sorry folks, haven't had internet access all weekend, and the Pathfinder Beta has vamoosed from my hard drive. Sigh. For the interested, Ishmael resembles the good old Clint as the Man With No Name (minus poncho, and with the addition of longsword and shortsword). He rarely smiles, and when he does, you should be worried. :D He keeps his Xaositect allegiance fairly subdued, with only a small medallion with the Chaosman symbol on it as an identifier. |