"Agreed." Faindriac Replies, his attention still on the feebly pulsing staff in his grip.
"The others can remain close as backup. In case our new 'friend' decides to try to turn us over, or in case the Templars somehow trace us to this meeting as well. Either way we shall be prepared."
'Cair, can you, sense or contact the personality of the staff? Or if not, do you believe you could control and focus the energies still bound inside it? Perhaps if I prepared you by,...'
'HEY! Waitaminute! Don't I get a say in this?'
'That depends.'
'On,... what?'
Faindriac grins at the flashing Psicrystal.
Radik decides to go for the "DIY" binding this morning.
With his flint razor, he inscribes a binding circle on his own chest, staring absentmindedly into space as violet sparks stitch the wound closed. Radik's eyes flash violet briefly as he cracks his neck.
"zzzzz....wubwubwubwubwub!"
(cocks an eye at Radik to watch...pretending to sleep...)
"zzzzzzz....wubwubwubwubwub!"
"zzzzz....wubwubwubwubwub!"
(c@!*% an eye at Radik to watch...pretending to sleep...)
"zzzzzzz....wubwubwubwubwub!"
testing...."cockatrice"
"Hrrrrmmm...."
testing...."cockatrice"
Testing......cockaonce.......cockathrice.
MalaKi busies himself with ripping up what is left of his courtier outfit and using the rags to wrap his arms and legs. Donning his tan robe, he looks like a travel worn nomad. With a grin he lifts the veil across his face leaving only his eyes uncovered. For the first time since returning to Raam he feels…comfortable.
Addressing Mistress Sable he says, “The kreen warrior Skarsnikt is a much more capable warrior than I. Perhaps you would consider gracing him with your powers.”
Aso awakens with a flurry of halfling farts and chatter of grumbles and complaint.
Schenker does knife katas.
(It's karate stuff, for the uninitiated.)
Aso slumps in the corner watching Shenker and picking fleas, flicking a booger or flea his way now and then.
Kirrish is perplexed by the unique pheremones that Aso has ejected into the air from the halfling's own scent glad. What emotion can the small one seek to express?
Then, finally, he remembers that it's a waste organ he's smelling, not a communication one. How disgusting.
"hey. this is serious bidness, snot-slinging guttersnipe."
"F...f...f...focus, g...g...g...grasshopper."
"Locust would've appyproximatealy rhymed."
"W...w...w...w... well?"
Waiting for Shenker to get back to the workout.
Schenker does knife katas.
(It's karate stuff, for the uninitiated.)
Holdrus decides to join in with the forms, using Scirocco in one hand and tossing in various elbows, knees, punches, kicks, and chops.
"Feels good to get limber first thing in the morning, mind if I join you every morning? You have some interesting maneuvers with the knives."
"Heh heh..."
Schenker starts weaving behind the imaginary opponent, 5 foot opposite of the mul.
"Come to grips of him! Bring his arms up high! I can get good shanks in on him that way, aye!"
Aso picks at a flea that has been vexing his nuts all day.
"Hrrmmm.....that's narsteh."
"Hey sword. You are too much running your yap, and not enough cutting stuff. Why are you even a sword, blabbermouth?"
Aso looks around for Marada. He's gonna offer her some Issiki-jerky and show her his morning wood.
"Hey...you leave her be. Deviant."
Schenker's been moody all morning.
Can't quite put a knife in why.
"I'm going to go down to the alleyway and hassle the undead until I feel better."
"Hrrmm...
Hey, you. Zombie. Yeah, I'm talking to you zombie....
shambling around,.....looking for brains....
You came to the entire wrong alley."
"Move along zombie. Fore I changes my mind."
Faindrac: With the craft and knowledge skills you possess, you know that you normally wouldn’t be able to repair the stave, but you have a gut feeling you could return functionality to it with a stopgap measure, say, welding a portion of your own essence, or an approximation thereof, to the item.
Hey Zuko, what do you think about this big maul? Could you wield it? It seems like a good piece of metal for you.
Skarsnikt comes along with the group that goes to the meeting. "THis kreen happy-happy leave ghost weapons. Too many voices, difficult make clear thought."
"Declaration: This one goes."
Kirrish then heads for the route down to the bottom floor.
Aso will guard whatever or wherever he is needed. His diplomacy skills are only useful with wild animals.
As Aso creeps toward Marada her hand moves to the hilt of her weapon. Alas, he must wait for another day!
MalaKi joins with the kreen. As they walk he makes small talk with Skarsnikt. He knows that Skarsnikt doesn’t like ghost weapons but wants to see how the kreen warrior would feel about wearing Mistress Sable or Ostro.
I do my morning ritual of attuning to the harmony of the land; and pray to the spirits for guidance and the wisdome to listen and learn.
Feeling refreshed and at peace, I am a bit troubled.
"So, what is our task today other than survival; what have we stared here and how shall it end? To what end do we ack, squak, where do we meet those whose task it is to free those of this city; is that what we are about; a worth goal freedom...."
"know yea my comrades, I am in need of more arrows; I have a few left; but the need to procure more and a decent quiver is great. Can such be had in this place?"
Aso curls up in the corner and picks fleas while his comrades chatter about the upcoming mission.
Hey Zuko, what do you think about this big maul? Could you wield it? It seems like a good piece of metal for you.
"Not proficient with that and I don't think I can lift that thing."
As MalaKi walks he has a mental conversation with Mistress Sable and Ostro. “You each refuse to cooperate because you serve different factions. And yet I serve no faction. I serve no cause but my own. Each of you offers a bounty of gifts. Mistress Sable will allow me strike my foes with unnatural accuracy and effect. Ostro will keep me out of harms way and heal my wounds. In battle, regardless of foe, I need both these gifts. Together, the three of us working as one, we can accomplish goals that each of us as individuals or even as a pair cannot. In order for progress to be made there must be compromise. Compromise is the art of the deal. I can be that compromise. Serve me and I will serve you. When my actions offend withhold your gifts. Otherwise accompany me on my journey and enjoy where I take you.”
He pauses for a brief moment and then continues, “Consider the group that acquired you and your friends. Each of us has our own goals, no two alike. By cooperating we achieved great things. Not the least of which was acquiring you.”
MalaKi joins with the kreen. As they walk he makes small talk with Skarsnikt. He knows that Skarsnikt doesn’t like ghost weapons but wants to see how the kreen warrior would feel about wearing Mistress Sable or Ostro.
"World ghost-full, they all different. Some ghosts good, some ghosts bad, some ghosts helpful, some jealous of living things. Knife-ghosts in Radik-blades clearly highly bad. This kreen will carry haunted item, not antagonise ghost; however, if ghost bad, this kreen give item back."
"I wanna put all the weapons together in one pile, and, by process of defacation, figure out who hates what and why. So, let's pile them all up, pull one out, put another one with that one; et cetera...see who's buddies and who's ain't buddies."
"D...d...defa...defacation?"