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9 posts. Alias of Acre.


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"Of course," says the odd voice the large tribal man, as he enters the room. "We have noting to hide from you."

Keoki's answers...:

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"Hello. Please tell me your name and how you have come to know your traveling companions."

"This one's name is Keoki. He hails from a small island which the shackles, known as Enya. Governed by tribal, savage law."

"These companions were met a short time ago. This one was visiting an oracle and by chance met these three. The hope had been to convince the oracle to be an advisor on his home island of Enya. However, seeing as how the oracle was crazy, this one decided instead to try and convince these three to be advisors instead."

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"What brings you to the Temple of Sarenrae? Evidence?"

"We were invited to the temple my one calling himself, Ahriman. He left us a message to meet him here, and we assumed he was part of your order."

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"Please tell me what happened prior to the melee we witnessed."

"Upon our arrival, we were led to the small shack, and inside met Ahriman. He instructed Arimar to kill us and join him. But he never rightly said to which organization he belonged. He only hinted about it in whispers."

"Spirning Ahriman's advances, we left with all haste, hoping to avoid a fight. Especially after realizing he was not with your order."

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"Please tell me what started that melee?"

"Upon exiting the building, out of nowhere a short woman appeared holding the hilt of a greatsword. She cut into my companion, Arimar."

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"How did you get injured?"

"This one tried to defend Arimar from the short woman with the greatsword, and she cut me down. She nearly killed me, but thanks to your order, I was saved."

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"Tell me about the undead. Where did they come from? Who told them to block the door? Why did they suddenly stop barring the door?"

"Upon exiting the shack, we three saw a woman dressed in identical robes as Ahriman and standing between the wooden shack and the doorway back into the temple. Behind her stood four monsters resembling humanoids dressed in tattered rags. Rotted flesh revealed corded muscles and sinew that stretched tightly over their skeletons. These were the undead you are referring to. Controlled by Ahriman or one of the two women, most likely."

"The four undead shambled toward the temple doorway and braced to keep the door shut. But which of those three gave the order, I do not know. Then I was cut down soon after, so I don't know what happened until I was brought back from the brink..."

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"Who are the two woman that fought against you? What do you know of them?

"Basically nothing. They seemed to be aligned with Ahriman. We attempted to leave Ahriman, as I stated, without violence. But these two women were waiting for us, as were the undead that one of them controlled."

TheBobJones_GM wrote:
"Is there anything else that you wish me to know?"

"No. Are we free to go?"


"This one thanks you for bringing him back from beyond the brink," the tattooed man speaks in a reserved, delicate tone, too feminine to be his true voice.


"How can this be happening so close to the temple?" his femanine voice questions aloud. "Why would they choose to meet us here... something doesn't add up about all of this." His thought trails off before voicing a conclusion.

Cyrus'd!


"I wouldn't advise asking so many questions of a man that seems hellbent to speak in riddles and ambiguities," calls the now femanine voice passing through Koeki's lips. "He wasn't willing to provide any answers before... I doubt he will now."

"Best to take our leave of him, before this escalates further and we end up in a fight..."

"Leave him to his devices and plotting, let us be gone from him."

Keoki will attempt to leave and (gently) pull Arimar with him, unless Ahriman actively attempts to prevent such an action.


"I've only heard of one way, when it comes to those who raise the dead," the tribesman says, bringing the chelish flag into view, still clutched in one hand. "... the Whispering Way," the tattooed man finishes this last comment in a sultry whisper of his own, the timbre of his voice taking on a more femanine cast with each syllable uttered. The odd juxtaposition of his tribal frame, covered in darkly blotchy, geometric tattooes yet speaking with the pitch, elegance, and practiced care of a chelish noblewoman is discomforting and off-putting to say the least.

"You say Arimar is yours, in life or death," the tribesman's femanine voice continues. "I say, the only way to express ones freedom is to defy those who think they control you..."

Remeber, if a fight breaks out. Each of you (individually) can go to Keoki's avatar profile page, open the 'Spirits' spoiler, and pick the seance boon from any of Keoki's available spirits to get a small buff. The Marshall spirit allows each PC in the party to pick their own boon. Hopefully something will be useful to you dudes.


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I find it hard to believe this man is a follower of Sarenrae... Keoki thinks, continuing to let Arimar exchange words with the would-be-stranger. There were so many questions rolling around in his mind, each thought sharpened and honed by the guiding presence of Lady Gwendolyn Warwick, bringing focus and clarity to his usual internal meanderings.

Ahriman wrote:
"But when you thwarted us, well some felt that you should be dealt swift justice. And they hired the hadozee. But not me. I knew you where just ignorant. I can give them to you, for revenge."

A follower of Sarenrae offering up members of his own faith to Arimar for revenge... Keoki's sharp-reading eyes stare ahead at Ahriman, sizing up the man, questioning his motivations and intentions.

Turning now the stoic tribesman looks to Arimar, at last registering the man's words about raising his friends as mindless, or even mindful, undead. Arimar might be surprised... when it comes to it... if this one first honors Arimar and brings him back to Enya as an advisor.

I made the same mistake of thinking of could best this cannibal... and now I'm stuck here, forced to haunt this tattoed body when called upon, the woman's voice laments from within Keoki's head, as an automated and unthinking smirk parts the cannibal's lips.


Keoki tenses as the door opens, his muscles tightening as if in anticipation of a deadly strike inbound for his smooth and eerily supple neck. As the door swings along its path and opens to reveal nothing of an immediate threat, the tribesman relaxes. As a sigh of relief escapes is lungs, he monetarily hopes that the others did not notice his fear stricken posture.

Turning now, once inside the room, the tattoed man looks to Arimar for a response, or at very least recognition of who this would-be-stranger actually was.

Perhaps we should leave these two to catch up, Keoki thinks to himsel, glancing form Arimar to Ahriman. ... and maybe they really are brother's after all. Their names are certainly similar. The obvious difference between them being that this Ahriman has a better haircut...

Keoki cannot suppress and smirk, but manages to keep his mouth shut while waiting for the two to interact.


"When the time comes to fling open this door, and reveal what is on the other side..." Keoki begins, positioning himself near to the knob and raising one empty hand in preperation. His voice remains oddly femanine, while even his features seem cold and stern. "I think I should be the one to do it."

"You all have very specialized skills that should be leveraged if there is something which means us harm on the other side of that door," the tribesman stands with an air of confidence, and speaks slowly with a methodical droning tone. "Once Arimar has assessed the situation, just tell me when you would like the portal opened... and I will oblige."

"Just be ready to fight should the need arise."

Ready Action: open the door, after Arimar has assessed the magics around here and Keoki is directed by the others.


At the temple...

Looking back and forth to the others, the tribesman, now possessed by a particularly singular air of methodical and deliberate motion, steps to the door beside Benaiah.

"Perhaps," he begins, though his voice is oddly femanine, but in a different pitch and accent as it had been during the card games. His manner of speach is with an obvious, and crisp, chelish accent. And as he draws one arm back, knuckle tightened, he he gently draws the chelish flag behind is back with the other. "Knocking would be the most obvious and polite course of action for us. Rather the opening the door... uninvited and unbeckoned."

The tribesman then knocks on the door.