"I serve my Lady. She does not control me. I go willingly."
"What's she look like?"
Agree: Kreen good lots things. Always hard work, always good use. This one wonder how thin-shell get thing done only two set hand. This one sorry sorry thin shells; sloshy organ, two set hand and gross hair (excect Holdrus one) grow on shells. Not all lucky like kreen.
"Agree - Holdrus most like kreen. Him thus fortunate."
"What's she look like?"
"I serve my Lady. She does not control me. I go willingly."
"Gray skin? Sharp t..t..t..teeth?"
"So now what's what? And what's not what? Water? Aye, I'm a desert inside."
"Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar" I believe is how the rhyme used to go here in the states! :)
Peering up and down the alleyway while attempting to appear nonchalant, you observe the passage appears empty save for a lone critic lizard, possibly escaped from some nobles homestead.
Depositing one of the party’s few remaining coins into the broken adobe vessel, Faindrac waits edgily for whatever is supposed to happen to ensue, whilst acting as if he knows exactly what is about to occur.
A hand with a bit of arm attached emerges from the solid wall, beckoning the party to enter.
From within the building you hear Taldare’s voice, “Quickly, step through. Oh, and tell the little one to stop harassing my familiar!”
Luckily Aso had not yet pounced.
Aso, please. I have need of your bravery. Would you come with me through this wall to ensure that our brethren are not walking into a trap?
"Gray skin? Sharp t..t..t..teeth?""What's she look like?"
"I serve my Lady. She does not control me. I go willingly."
"You blaspheme, deviant. Hold your tongue or lose it."
"So, I take it she's a hotty."
"So, I take it she's a hotty."
Radik moves as if to strike the pit fighter, but stops short.
"That was your last chance, degenerate."
"Who are you to calling degerate, slig face?"
Zuko steps between Radik and Shenker, "Cease!"
Yerr lucky, Radik! Exceptin the face.
Sharply from within the wall, "Are you trying to bring the Templars down on us? At least argue inside!"
"hrrmm....he called me a deviant...I don't think he knows what that is."
Order: Get in wall. Cease hit hit or get out clutch. City dwellers adult or hatchling?
"What does a bug know of battle? As for Templars, they are not prepared for the storm."
Kirrish ignores the Grey-skinned Windbag of Lesser Wang Compensation and follows Holdrus through the wall.
I'll go in, too.
Rolling his eyes with a sigh that somehow becomes a growl, Faindriac steps forward, close enough to get involved directly, but not so close that either can reach him without moving.
"That's enough!" He growls forcibly, but calmly, staring at Radik. "I care not if you wish to make enemies of all you meet, but do it on your own time! Not here, not now! Right NOW your choices are: Move In, or Move Along."
As Radik transfers his angry stare to Faindriac, he continues in a lighter tone. "IF you wish to test your binding skills against against my own powers, I accept. But this is neither the time nor the place."
'Stand ready Cair!'
Faindriac turns to look at the others still in the alley. "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" He turns his attention back to Radik, matching his stare. "This is a one-time offer. Inward, or Onward?"
"What'r'e they doin out there? Silly hatcherlinks."
"That's enough!" He growls forcibly, but calmly, staring at Radik. "I care not if you wish to make enemies of all you meet, but do it on your own time! Not here, not now! Right NOW your choices are: Move In, or Move Along."
As Radik transfers his angry stare to Faindriac, he continues in a lighter tone. "IF you wish to test your binding skills against against my own powers, I accept. But this is neither the time nor the place."
Faindriac turns to look at the others still in the alley. "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" He turns his attention back to Radik, matching his stare. "This is a one-time offer. Inward, or Onward?"
"The only enemies I make are those that choose to make enemies of me. My skills pale before mere mental powers. Now is not the time, nor the place to create a problem. You can create your problems later."
"Hey, come on in, before the enemy your mouth made of you, chooses to make problems for all of us."
The crystal in Faindriac's hand pulsed slightly. 'He wants to talk smack! Let me have a chance at him Fain. I can run circles around that mental midget! I'll have him insulting himself!' The small but loud voice of Cair D'Niaf shouted in Faindriac's head, threatening to interrupt his staring contest with Radik.
'Not NOW Cair!'
"The only enemies I make are those that choose to make enemies of me. My skills pale before mere mental powers.
'Yes. Your natural charm is undeniable.'
"Perhaps we can test that sometime. Later." Faindriac answered flatly.'It might prove interesting at that. I've never gotten to see a Vestige Manifestation up close before.'
It is not the time, nor the place to create a problem.
'AH! A blossom of hope! We DO agree on something!' Faindriac managed not to smile.
It wasn't particularly difficult.You can create your problems later."
"Ah. Yes. Would that I had the time. Unfortunately I am continuously preoccupied with solving the dilemmas of others."
"Hey, come on in, before the enemy your mouth made of you, chooses to make problems for all of us."
Faindriac answers, still staring at Radik, "Coming Mr. Shenker."
With that, Faindriac turns on his heel and strides towards the wall. He stops just short of contact, and looks halfway back over his shoulder to say,...
"Are you coming, or not?" And steps through.
"It's full of st...st..stars"
To Holdrus he says: "Aso don't like this. We gotta g..g..go get some blades."
"Aye. These two jankx ticklers need for replacing, Aso, Holdrus."
Faindriac appears through the wall, and looks around. After his initial scan of the area, he looks to see who they are still waiting for, then turns to Taldare.
"Greetings again, Taldare. Thank you for the robes and ID's. There were no,... major, complications." He says solemnly, trying to appear as if he is not waiting to see if Radik follows them in.
I don't really want that,... man, with the group to cause any more trouble.' He confessed to Cair. But I want him running around like a loose wand of Fireballs even less!'
"Well then, Mr. Teldare....now that I have you and Mr. Faindrac in the same room, in front of everybody, I want YOU to tell me what the jig is.
Shh, Mr. Faindrac, if you will be so kind; I allready know what your story is. I want to hear Teldare's."
Faindriac raises an eyebrow at Shenkers effrontery. Then looks at Taldare, and shrugs with a 'go ahead' gesture.
'Clever man. Remind me to keep an eye on him Cair.'
Standing at the far end of the room, Taldare greets you warmly, “Hello brothers and sisters! I am pleased you made it this far; I was worried you would be discovered, killed, or worse.”
Turning to Radik, he says quietly, “I was like you once, constantly trying to prove myself, to show how much better I was. In this place, we are all equals, though it may be some time before you come to realize it.”
“I had heard rumors the Tyrian branch walks openly, even participating in government. I hadn’t fully believed, but your group certainly seems very…brash.”
To Shenker, he adds, “I had forgotten the Auxiliaries might not have been included in the mission details. Such is often the way of things.”
“Normally we would have never contacted another cell of the Alliance and risk discovery, but we have lost several key members lately while investigating a potential new schism in the Templars. The living Templars have long been at odds with the unliving, but now a third faction has appeared on the fringes, actively opposing the other two.”
“This new faction has been clandestinely acquiring ancient weapons of great value and power, and not for the war effort. Our efforts to contact or infiltrate this new organization have met with not just failure, but outright disaster. Several of our most loyal preservers have undergone drastic personality changes in the course of their missions, leaving us with no choice but requital. Unfortunately, the first, smaller Tyrian party was detained by Dregoth’s devoted undead Templars and “questioned assertively,” forcing us to relocate here.”
“With Dregoth and the majority of the undead departing today, we must make the most of the opportunity. We need you to find out how we can use this rift to our advantage, or at the very least determine how they are subverting our loyalists. We have made plans regarding Dregoth’s return to Raam that are too delicate to share at this time, but rest assured your information will play a key role.”
Stepping back for a moment to allow you to absorb everything, Taldare declares, “Also, you seem to have traveled lightly. Our supplies here are not great, but we have managed to secret a few things. What are you most lacking in?”
Zuko tells Taldare point blank, "I'm with you if you intend to destroy Dregoth. Be not afraid, I'm no templar seeking to trap you into confessing."
Even Aso knows who Dregoth is.
"Whoa." Quietly, in the background, Aso mutters, "he's a n..n..n..nutter"
“Destruction might be beyond our means, though if we can prevent his return to the city that would certainly be something worth dying for.”
"Aso has died several times."
"Aso is worried he will stay d..d..dead."
“Destruction might be beyond our means, though if we can prevent his return to the city that would certainly be something worth dying for.”
"Dying is not a viable option in a place called the City of the Dead, don't you agree? There are worse fates."
I will fight for this cause. We are in need of supplies, we need decent weapons and armor, light armor for me preferably. I require 2 kukris and a suit of the finest light armor you can spare at the least, with 2 daggers and a heavy flail for backup if possible. Also anything that may help us in achieving our mutual goals would be nice. My little friend here *gestures towards Aso* is in need of weapon also but I will let him explain his needs better....
I swear that I shall do what I can to help our cause to the peril of my own life. Dregoth needs to be reigned in or the city will continue to die.
The yellow crystal in Faindriac's hand flashed, "Infiltrate the Templars?! Destroy DREGOTH!?! "Training Mission' my cracked casing! What have you gotten us into Fain?!?' The Psicystal's shrill voice shouting directly into his mind causing Faindriac to wince.
'Not now Cair!'
Faindriac nodded to Taldare. "You will have to tell us what your group has tried, so we can invent new methods , and not duplicate failed efforts."
He looked around the group. "Yes, the 'difficulties' I mentioned resulted in the divestiture of all our original gear. Our primary needs are Weapons, armor and clothing so that we can blend into the city better. If we are operating in the city, large amounts of supplies should not be required. Though a basic kit would be wise."
"Personally, I would request a dagger, a small crossbow if possible, and the aforementioned clothes. But I have two primary concerns. First, have you the means to heal the damage here?" He asks, holding out Cair D'Niaf so that the crack is clearly visible. He then looks at Taldare with what is clearly meant to be a smile, but looks more like he ate some of Aso's cooking. "Second,... I seem to be in need of a spellbook, and basic component pouch."
“Unfortunately, we have no return intelligence from the missions, as everyone who has attempted this task so far has met with a dire end.”
“I’m not sure I can meet with such a tall order; most of our armory was seized during the last raid, though we were able to save a few things. I will fetch what we have. As for grimoires, I don’t believe the apprentice tomes we have will suit you, so I will lend my own spell source for you to examine.”
Looking over the damage to Cair D'Niaf, Taldare smiles, “If you will permit me?”
Pausing a moment to gather his focus, Taldare’s eyes flame shining silver, and a translucent ooze begins to crawl along the cracks in Faindrac’s construct, fusing them closed.
“My specialty,” he beams proudly. "Before I learned the ways of the preserver, at any rate!"
“If you will excuse me a moment, I will see what I can scrounge up.”
"And some food for my diminutive friend here, if you would" Holdrus calls towards the man's retreating back.
Short Swords!!!! (heh heh....)
Lock picks!!!!
bow and arrow!!!
Thowing knives!!!