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Rokan the Ascetic wrote:
Rokan nods. Yes, any advantage we can get would be preferable. Further, could the portals give us multiple unknown angles of attack?

"This one,"

The druid gestures evocatively at a collection of what appears to be a collection of some half dozen whirlpools spinning feverishly in the slightly chill air of the grotto, the overall effect of whose appearance is something like the very wind made liquid and twisted violently by some arcane power to connect the torrent with some unseen point of dimensional egress,

"might serve our purposes well. It will deposit us in several different locations distributed throughout the wraith's demense."


"We could attempt to employ one of these portals to surprise the wrath, attacking him and his martialed forces from an unforseen direction."


Hamza Mīnakshi wrote:

Hamza emerges from the shadows, not a portal but the literal darkness of the grotto itself, leading two dozen assassins. He arrives just in time to hear the last little back n forth between Tyren and Slavathras.

"Time to earn your keep then elf. If Tyren's plan isn't good enough, propose something better. Surely you have several tales you can call upon to help us craft a battle strategy that can take down our foe? We can not be the only heroes in the history of Athas that have attempted to take a powerful defiler." The Yakhsa quips back.

"If I might interject. This,"

he gestures at a large geode in his hand

"artifact, the Heart of the Earthdrake, was intended to combat sorcerer kings. It will be capable of rendering the wraith's magical powers unusable. We must simply devise a way to dispatch his army of minions."


Tyren Lourofesh wrote:
Itko Boranchakara wrote:
Tyren Lourofesh wrote:
Tyren, fascinated by the suggestion that the grotto was both alive and maintained its intercontinental network via romance, at once stepped toward Itko. "When you say it is wooing the world...Do you suggest, then, that this world has full agency over the space around it? Is it as though the air which we breath is like an appendage, with which it can move things about as it wills?"
"The planet upon which we all endeavor to sustain our lives, such as they are, is itself a living thing, a female presence whose thinking and speaking faculties are contained within the endless crystalline nodes that penetrate the inner spaces of Athas. These are connected by ley lines which run between the endless forest of spires which emanate from the great geodesic moon which occupies the center of the planet. This is the 'brain' of Athas, and the winds which you reference are its breath."

"I see...I see. I must endeavor, then, to study the language of Athas. It is not only fascinating, I believe, but right to know the language of the one to which I entrust all my charges."

But while he was ruminating on these words, he noted that Hamza, their enigmatic master of shadows--the one with courage, that is--Had already opened a portal to his home-realm and returned. He waited expectantly. "I suppose I ought to have mentioned this earlier, but...If this is a tomb, no? That contains corpses? I'm no fan of desecrating the bodies of the dead--indeed, it's the opposite of my occupation--But if our needs are dire, I can request of the dead their assistance in eliminating this threat."

"Well, since our presumptive foe, the kreen wraith Kchac'Thraa, is itself a member of the living dead, and a master of their kind, I am doubtful whether your proposition is a winning strategy. Would the dark one not simply seize control of your undead servants and turn them against us?"


Rokan the Ascetic wrote:

Then it sounds like you can only take a limited set through the portal, so that you can bring back as many recruits as possible. How long should the rest of us expect this to take? Is there any chance something could go wrong on the other side?

He looks around at the rest of the company to see if any are as doubtful as he.

For all we know, a grudge or debt will come due when he returns through that portal. We won't wait here forever.

The monk remains dubious while Slavathras and Taalik let their curiosities wander.

The enigmatic, tattoo-laden druid of the society Sthan'Baromsokh-Php'Phendei-Mnoussacheate Sahchip of ancient Yaramuke looks expectantly to Hamza, his fixed expression echoing in its evident curiosity the pointed inquiries just issued by Rokan.


Hamza Mīnakshi wrote:

"I can only keep the shadow gate open a brief few moments, and once it closes, I will not be able to open it again until the next day." Hamza explains to those wishing to travel to The Black.

He turns to Itko, "You said one of these portals leads to Raam, yes? Do you know where it opens in that city? Once I have secured our allies, perhaps we can travel back here via that portal?"

I can only open the portal for up to 8 rounds per day, but I need to concentrate to keep it open. And it's a 1/day ability. I can cast Shadow Walk 1/day as well, and take up to 7 people with me, so that's a possibility to return, depending on how many Mage Hunters I can recruit.

"It terminates at the significant intersection of Dhammasaṅganī, Vibhaṅga, Dhātukathā, Puggalapaññatti, Kathāvatthu, and Yamaka streets, within sight of the Palace District, the fabled Viṣaya Siṃhadvār of the self-titled 'Grand Vizier' Abalach-Re. These broad thoroughfares, which run through the midst of the Noble's District, the Viṣaya Arya, intertwine in a sunken garden, under the luxuriant shadows cast by the ingeniously arranged topiary which festoons its confines. Here is the resort of the ascetics known as the vairāgin, who contemplate the passing world and ruminate ceaselessly upon the stoic reflections of their legendary founder, the fabled last prince of the Desi tribes before he and his dynasty alike were snuffed out by the bright conquering rage of the sorcerer queen and her legions."


Tyren Lourofesh wrote:
Tyren, fascinated by the suggestion that the grotto was both alive and maintained its intercontinental network via romance, at once stepped toward Itko. "When you say it is wooing the world...Do you suggest, then, that this world has full agency over the space around it? Is it as though the air which we breath is like an appendage, with which it can move things about as it wills?"

"The planet upon which we all endeavor to sustain our lives, such as they are, is itself a living thing, a female presence whose thinking and speaking faculties are contained within the endless crystalline nodes that penetrate the inner spaces of Athas. These are connected by ley lines which run between the endless forest of spires which emanate from the great geodesic moon which occupies the center of the planet. This is the 'brain' of Athas, and the winds which you reference are its breath."


Hamza Mīnakshi wrote:
Unsure what Ikto is referring to in regards to the grotto, he instead asks "Shall we write and sign the blood contract? The longer we dally, the longer both our goals will take to accomplish."

Itko Boranchakara --druidic representative of the mysterious sodality known in the Vraḥ Phiəsaa Khmae language of ancient Yaramuke as Sthan'Baromsokh-Php'Phendei-Mnoussacheate Sahchip, the 'Earth, Heaven, Humanity Union' -- nods respectfully in Hamza's direction, his action measured and not hurried.

"I... agree to your pact. However, I wonder about your response to the requests which have been voiced by several others of your little adventurous confederation regarding a visit to the fabled City of Seven Shadows, perhaps upon the successful termination of our melee against the wraith and its numerous allies in the shadowed gulch which lies beyond the gate through which you entered the present demesne of my royal charges."


Jimbli Willit wrote:

Jimbli - who'd been silent.. slowly nibbling, and floating on the periphery of the group - speaks...

"I'd back your plan, Rokan, if it mattered... but it's looking like you'd be outvoted regardless. Let's end this thing."

He then raises an eyebrow as the hum begins, and turns to Itko...
"Yeah? What's it saying?"

The enigmatic, tattoo-covered druid muses thoughtfully before responding,

"Saying, well isn't that a peculiar way of putting it, though I suppose not technically incorrect... it is singing to the mind and soul of Athas, so far as I have been able to determine. It's portals are like... kisses, gentle pats? It is... wooing her?"


The great cavern begins to hum with the intense vibrations of some otherworldly species of sound. In its clear auditory architecture and regular tempo, the sound is almost like music, but if the notes were transmitted by tectonic resonance.

"Hmmm... it is speaking again, I see."

The two large reptilian creatures also look up, striking a pose of unmistakable recognition and attention as the sound begins.


I'm also going to use this generator to introduce some variety, so all the names won't be from the one list your generator is based upon.

"I, too, would hear what especial advantage the chosen assassins of the 'City of the Seven Shadows' Lil' Che'el d'lil Blyn Veldrin might offer us in our strivings with the wraith."


Hamza Mīnakshi wrote:

Hamza turns to address Ito is it Ito or Itko? "You are correct, I am a noble merchant, but I am also a noble and a merchant. As I mentioned before, what I propose is an alliance between House Mīnakshi, yourself and your noble charges. Mīnakshi is one of most ancient of all of the houses within Alaka, also known as Che'el de' Barra Velg'larns or the City of Shadow Assassins. Along with a few other noble families, Mīnakshi helped found Alaka and to this day, is considered one of the more preeminent Houses. We are indeed merchants, but our other title is Lil' Su'aco xor Nindyn Vel'uss Venorsh M'elzaren. Which translates into The Wind, or Those Who Silence Defilers in Olathooble or Shadowtongue. We are assassins who specialize in killing mages who dare use the profane arts known as defiling." He calls forth his shadowy kama, which all those present note is dark red in color. "This is Vlossu'aco or Bloodwind, the ancestral weapon of Mīnakshi, and my badge of office. I am the Nizzre' Senger or Lightning Lord, one of four lieutenants of The Wind."

He pauses, letting these revelations sink in. "Here is my offer. I can open a portal to The Black, to Alaka. I will petition Zhennuilharn Arshes or Grandfather Thunder, leader of the Wind, to lend us a contingent of assassins to help us destroy Kchac'Thraa. In return, you grant House Mīnakshi access to the network of portals here, so that we may more swiftly carry our missions of death."

It was actually supposed to be Iko after Iko Uwais the martial artist movie star, but I see I've murdered it a few dozen times so, whatever, let's go with Itko!

Also, what is the base language or dialectical inspiration you're using to make up these Shadow Tongue words, so that I have some idea of what to base it on if I make up some stuff myself? Alaka is the name of the city of of the yaksha king Ravana from the Ramayana epic, so that's sanskritic, as is Hamza's name. Let's say that these are the Devanagri (i.e., sanskritic) terms for these things, and there are an entirely different set of names in Shadow Tongue/Olathooble, which is pretty common, like buddhist texts and terms having sanksrit, pali, and tibetan versions.

The druid grins,

"Well then, Hamza of the House Mīnakshi, that is quite an offer, is it not. I confess that I have heard marvelous stories of the City of Seven Shadows, which is referred to in the Angkorian language of Yaramuke as Thotsakan."

He then demurs somewhat,

"However the yo yaks, or what the inhabitants of Raam refer to as yakṣas, are also considered to be exceptionally wily and among the most dangerous subjects with which mortals might treat. I cannot but issue my trepidation at entering upon the lintel of your home to conduct these negotiations."


Ri'Kli'Klek wrote:
"Regardless of the tale's truth, the point remains that many of us have spoken in favor of first hunting the wraith, but none have proposed a manner in which to do so," Ri'Kli'Klek points out, "Unless I have missed something of the discussion. How are we to face the forces arrayed in defense of the defiler?"

"I believe Hamza was on the verge of presenting just such a plan -- please, noble merchant, describe in more detail your vaunted strategy."


Taalik Amun BrahmanaŚauca wrote:
Slavathras of the Deadlands wrote:
Itko Boranchakara wrote:
Taalik Amun BrahmanaŚauca wrote:
Hamza Mīnakshi wrote:

Hamza listens with interest to Slavathras story, as he enjoyed a good tale. When it is over, he begins to reply, then pauses as first Taalik then Ito and finally Amunet take the storyteller to task. Something he was going to do himself.

Chuckling loudly, he finally responds "I think it is just that, a tale. It would seem you have one ready at a moment's notice, almost as if you are trying to manipulate us into doing what you want. But, I will tell you this, most of our number believes we should defeat Kchac'Thraa here and now. Which means, in your version of this story, you and Rokan play the role of Three Fangs, potentially going off on your own and breaking away from our company. If that is your decision, I will not stop you, and I will do my best to recover your remains. Though, I am unsure if any among us have the divine prowess to bring you back to life."

"Actually, friend Hamza," begins Taalik, cordially, but firmly, "I believe you have directly reversed the signification of the elf's tale to our current predicament. Three Fangs, like you, is a warrior who wishes to dispel a current threat, and Fleet Hands is a loquacious petty conjurer of the same sort as a our esteemed minstrel, who wishes instead to continue along towards the original goal of our compact."

b]"For you see, in the way that Slavathras told the tale, it was intended to warn against you departing to defeat the wraith, while the manner in which Ito and myself have conveyed the narrative teaches exactly the opposite deduction."[/b]

Ito smiles in clear agreement with his druid brother, and watches eagerly for Slavathras' reaction.

The native of Yaramuke reveals an even larger grin as a collection of a dozen ethereal figures suddenly collects around the elf.

They appear to consist of: a sage with a cowl whose face is mostly hidden by the

...

The Yaramuke native also smiles and nods,

"Once again, I must concur entirely with my brother greenseer in this matter. For I took have had resort to my city's translation of this document, and it confirms again his words against yours, revered tale-singer."

The twelve wraiths now turn as if in a united cue, and again drift ominously in the direction of Slavathras.


Taalik Amun BrahmanaŚauca wrote:
Hamza Mīnakshi wrote:

Hamza listens with interest to Slavathras story, as he enjoyed a good tale. When it is over, he begins to reply, then pauses as first Taalik then Ito and finally Amunet take the storyteller to task. Something he was going to do himself.

Chuckling loudly, he finally responds "I think it is just that, a tale. It would seem you have one ready at a moment's notice, almost as if you are trying to manipulate us into doing what you want. But, I will tell you this, most of our number believes we should defeat Kchac'Thraa here and now. Which means, in your version of this story, you and Rokan play the role of Three Fangs, potentially going off on your own and breaking away from our company. If that is your decision, I will not stop you, and I will do my best to recover your remains. Though, I am unsure if any among us have the divine prowess to bring you back to life."

"Actually, friend Hamza," begins Taalik, cordially, but firmly, "I believe you have directly reversed the signification of the elf's tale to our current predicament. Three Fangs, like you, is a warrior who wishes to dispel a current threat, and Fleet Hands is a loquacious petty conjurer of the same sort as a our esteemed minstrel, who wishes instead to continue along towards the original goal of our compact."

"For you see, in the way that Slavathras told the tale, it was intended to warn against you departing to defeat the wraith, while the manner in which Ito and myself have conveyed the narrative teaches exactly the opposite deduction."

Ito smiles in clear agreement with his druid brother, and watches eagerly for Slavathras' reaction.

The native of Yaramuke reveals an even larger grin as a collection of a dozen ethereal figures suddenly collects around the elf.

They appear to consist of: a sage with a cowl whose face is mostly hidden by the garment's deep folds -- its high precipice tips slightly at the summit, in profile seeming something like a bent mountain peak; a sombre ranger with three scimitars; a man with an enormous smile, and what appears like a kind of war paint or mime's makeup distinguishing his leering visage; a savagely-aspected warrior with an enormous axe and brutal tusks that suggest an infusion of tarek or similar species into the myrmidon's bloodline; a noble archer adorned with a streaming war bonnet, his sturdy thighs gripping the immense flanks of a bellowing land whale; a beautiful shield-maiden of terrible aspect, her gleaming eyes radiant as her armament; an exotic apothecary of some species garbed in snakeskin armament, bearing vials of assorted elixirs; a powerfully-muscled, shirtless, and hairless man, his face tattooed with the appearance of a skull, his hands wrapped in firm linen in preparation for direct physical combat; a black-garbed man with serrated blades, his chest cris-crossed by looping bands of smaller knives; a masked witch-doctor carrying grotesque effigies of horse-archer warriors; and, finally, a serious man surrounded by snapping shades.