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Ian yelps, again in Myali's voice and replies, throwing his voice behind from behind Dobb, I am
I am no longer a woman, btw. Paid 400 to remove
I have a distinct shudder when he mentions a familiar sight.
Quite possible BTW, that is the second cursed object in a row. THANKS SO much. >.<
Alright. I am looking at a few things under magical items to swing for. More functionality things than combat gear, though a prettier buckler would ROCK
OK, calculated all of the gold from our last combats. If you have not added your share from cave (here, Roman is left out as he ran from the fight) add 1294 gp to your money. The equal share for the mass melee at shearpoint (here Dobbs is left out because we cordoned off a share for his +2 amulet of mighty fists) add 17383gp 8sp 7cp to your bags. Also, before buying new equipement, I would like to discuss each of us pooling money for a new caravan.
My t*ts are bigger than yours, Myali
My dear can take care of this, after a little rest. But first, Ian turns to Myali. I have noticed something my dear.
Ian stand astounded as they prepare to depart. Finally, he says, ...Myali?
Sits there quietly, playing with his new t&#~
*Aside to Myali*I understand that our state of rest is not to your liking, my dear, but the constant harping is detrimental, and a little irritating. To the rest: Charles, can you lead us to this 'Cave of the Sungiver" in the morning?
Ian sits down in the hold. So, as far as I know, we are here to meet. I know of no assignment, outside of the fact that there is someone or something we have to kill. Ian's head is hung back, resting on the boat's hull. Do either of you know anything more specific than that?
Come into the boat, voice in the dark, and we can speak plainly. You too, wizard.Ian goes into the boat.
*whisper*So you know of The Raven, do you have any affiliation with him?
Ian pets the turtle. *whispered* Do you have any debts with certain black feathered fellow?
*whispered*Well, first off, Myali is not my wife. Second, we never actually introduced ourselves. I am Ian, and her name is Myali
Go down to the hold, my dear, I will be right there. As soon as myali is under, Ian uses the Message spell on Gaias. *whispered* I am sorry for the way you have been treated. My dear has been a little...stressed, seeing as we have been walking and sleeping outside for the last 2 weeks, as we traveled to Shear Point. As soon as we reach the first decent town, where my dear could eat and drink and rest without having to conjure something, it is burned down by, forgive me, a seemingly insane wizard. Then we were forced to slog aimlessly through the sewers, jump down a waterfall, and on top of all of this she was dragged into the water by a crocodile. Needless to say, she is on edge. I would like to speak with you, if you would but stay a moment. I shall hear anything you whisper as long as you keep relatively close.
Myali dear, please, come back into the boat. You did such a good job fixing it, it would be a shame to let the cover go to waste in loo of sitting out in the open. Ian moves the entrance of the boat. Over his shoulder, as he enters the hold, Ian says I will be in the hold, waiting for you.
Ian and Myali head for the tavern when they enter the town. They take a table in the corner, facing the door, and order their drinks as they wait to meet their new accomplices. Once the barmaid leaves and they are alone, Ian asks Myali,do you remember what we are supposed to be looking for? I know nothing of the new accomplices.
We travel to Shear Point, walking for 16hrs a day, taking 5 minute breaks every hour, with one half hour meal break at noon, with food provided by Myali. 8 hrs rest each night, warding sleeping area with Alarm for mental and audio alerting in the form of screams.
All I know is that all we must do is progress to the local tavern and they will find us as I once found Taldra and the Snake. We had best be on our way
ues, we are, now, let's hope we find a fight on the way to shear point. And a Mage, Ian continues watching.
Ian stills for a moment, then stands up. We had best be on our way, we have a job to so. Ian grabs his packs and moves down the road to Shear point. I need to find a wizard on the way. Without Null, I need better equip myself for combat.
Ian doesn't look up from his position, sitting in a ball with his head on his arms. I don't know what they mean. They are like the power words I read in books. They mean nothing to me, but they felt right. Ian seems distant, empty in voice, expression, body language. He feels gone, like he lost a piece of himself.
Ian collapses on the ground, and begins to shriek. He yells word you don't so much hear as feel. The seems to twist in the air around him, shimmering with heat. They erupt from him, these strange shimmers, spreading out as if completely undirected, and seem to bend and cut and break everything they touch. The trees along the road, faded stumps, the bodies of the fallen from your battle, little and not is left untouched, except Myali. They seem not to end, these words, spewing like water from a fountain head, until all seems to stop. An eery silence settles, all the forests sounds stopped by death and fear. Ian does not move, he seems not to have even noticed the happening.
Ian turns to Myali, saying 'Did he just... take Null? I can't hear him anymore, can't feel him!' Ian sounds afraid, completely shocked, confused from his recent resurection.
*Null* Your hiding things from me? Meanie! *Ian* Yes, Null, now shut it! Ian begins to pinch the bridge of his nose, exasperated. Now, where the hell is that bird? Ian begins to hurry forward on the road.
*Null*What is she talking about? *Ian* Absolutely nothing Null. Ian shoot Myali a pleading look, and keeps walking. But I wanna knooooooow...
Give me a minute, if you will. Ian spends the time to summon Null and retrieve his things. Once he retrieves his hat, he uses it to mask Null's form, disguising the changes to himself. Good to go! Ian begins to walk off in search of Fitheach.
Huh, wonder where he went.
Oh be nice. Don't make me call the Tentacles! This last he says jokingly, turning to tickle Myali's sides.
Why should we give a f*ck, why is that our problem, and in what way is this more important than pleasuring a beautiful woman? Ian seems genuinely confused. He is also looking at you like you are stupid. We killed their leader, so yeah, suicide, mass drinking, looting, and rape kindof result from that. It is to be expected.
Myali, it might serve for you to get dressed, for the sake of fairness, so shall I.
What do you mean, my little voyear? Ian seems in no hurry to dress himself.
Bloodthirsty, even in the afterglow? Wonderful! Perhaps I'll conjure the Black Tentacles to hold her while you take the head. It would be...interesting to use them for something other than the little trick you so enjoyed. Ian seems happy, if a little ruffled. He has yet to stand from lying on the tree.
I am sorry Myali, I thought the spell had worn off. I didn't think the tree would just collapse like that. Do those marks hurt too badly? Ian looks tired, happy, and concerned.
Ian stalks toward Myali, moving as if he had muscles in places that don't exist. He picks her up, one-handed, using the other for more exciting things. Myali can feel an inhuman strength to his arms, among other things. As Ian elicits joyful noise from Myali, he whispers Your choice, but would you want this to go away?
When Myali is finished, Ian is waiting by the previously mentioned tree. His hat of disguise is off, and thus his real form is shown.
Ian proceeds to the river, and cleans off, then he casts Bull's Strength upon himself.
Ian waves over his shoulder to you in response. He turns the motion into a removal of his tunic, giving a long glimpse of the pale, twisted string of scars across his back as he disappears.
Ian approaches. He gets right in your face.Clean yourself,then Wait. Right. Here.He moves downstream, past a bend in the river and out of site.
Ian is shaking, crying, and laughing. That's the thing! I have NO IDEA who I'm protecting you from. Every time I'm sure what I want, and what he wants, sh*t gets screwy! Right now, I'd say I would take equal delight in taking you against that tree, and taking you under this river and leaving you there! Ian is on the ground now, shaking with laughter, sobs, breaking sanity.
I can't tell what I want to do more, f*ck you or kill you. And I'm also not sure which of those is Null, and which is me He looks near tears, near breaking, then shakes himself, and leaves ahead of you to the river to clean up.
Physical shock, stress, tension, anger, fear, extreme blood-lust. I feel all of that. I DON'T feel much. Control is...a little hard, right now. Can I be completely blunt with you for a moment? Ian seems to have completely lost the mask. He is looking at you like a drowning man watches the last search-boat leave him to the sea.
Ian takes it, a gleam in his eye. Fitheach might be able to tell; it is not a happy gleam. Ian stops, shakes his head wildly as if trying to stop a train of thought. Yes, let's
Ian turns his slightly crazed stare on Myali. Is something wrong, my dear?
Well...that was neat. So, where's this person we have to kill? Ian seems... sporadic. His seems warmer, or at least more of a person than he usualy allows. He also has a weird look to his eyes, slightly crazed.
Ian sees you watching him, and seems to close off, his face becoming a smiling mask that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
Is there something on my face, or would you like to ask me something, Fitheach? His face is unreadable, his body language relaxxed, giving you nothing to go on, beyond the fact that he is VERY good at controlling himself. |