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Edo, (Eisos, Imperial University) Edo carefully examines the carving. The surface is identical, even to the marks of the sandpaper he used. The weight is off, of course, but that may be accounted for by the different material - he's never handled opal, let alone quite so much of it. He also spots a few flaws he now wished he'd fixed when he was making it, but Edo suspects opal would present an entirely different challenge to wood or stone. "That's my carving, sure. And I am very curious about what you've done. My skill appeared with the starfall, like yours." He comes to a decision. "I'll come with you after we're done here." Actions as per previous - no relevant skills but trying to be hush-hush.
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The Frozen Wilds, outskirts of Northward Degowin barely paused to consider his options. The others had meant to kill him. He stopped to consider the snow pile. The storm he had made would cause the tracking to go more slowly. It would take a little digging and a keen eye to discern where the tracks were. Degowin continued into the particularly cold and dense part of these woods.  Going into the woods, following the tracks. Using Master Hunter[+4] again.
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Aldrain (Eosia, Great Library of Eisos) Aldrain selects a few books, and makes his way back to the rest of the library, in search of a meal, intending to flip through his books, and ponder the strange experience that absorbed his attention for so long.
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Adam - Mines of Sellos Adam finished the un said words after Fel's voice had carried out. The folksong was nothing new. He knew it. His father knew it. And, if he could find a very short woman, his children would know it too. He had forgotten the story that came with it, the larger than life tale told by his forefathers that made it seem like a child's scary ghost story. Only he couldn't ever recall it sounding so... chilling. "Oh, do you know? Then, do we have your word, that you won't attempt to hurt, trap, or otherwise bring us any harm if we came under there? It's not like we can breathe in a mountain you know! You promise on your father's name that you won't do anything unwanted to me and my friend here, and I'll come right on down to talk." Action - Banter exchange. If a roll is needed: +2 for Calm and composed: No need to rush down there just yet. Especially after that lovely bit of poetry. The man is clearly dangerous to Kovar, maybe even me. +4 Metal worker: Fel and I have been working in the mines for a while now. He SHOULD listen to a friend... should...
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Ilvis (Arandia, Harvan) Brightening at the prospect of avoiding further complications, I slap the bandit on the back and continue trotting my newly claimed horse through the gate and in the direction of the marketplace. "Look at that, what luck. Didn't I tell you that surrender was the best option? It's likely enough that you'll get off without losing any major limbs or being harmed very much at all." Leaning in my saddle and snagging a pair of apples from a vendor's stall, I drop a coin behind us and offer the bandit a bite. "Now I'm not a legal expert of any kind, but seeing as how one of us may soon be flogged and branded painfully in an uncomfortable place I figure the least I can do is stand you a snack. Apple? Oh! There's also the matter of all the stuff you guys stole. You wouldn't happen to remember what was taken from whom at all would you? We could probably take off a few lashes or something if enough people get their stuff back. You guys didn't straight out kill anybody you met right? I think we'd have heard about it if there were a band of vicious murderers hanging out in the woods, and the Duchess would have sent out some troops to root you out by now if you had." Medieval punishments are public and brutal aren't they? How about we take him to some sort of marketplace and do the business there? Flogging is brutal but mostly harmless in comparison to what else he could get for being a bandit, so if he gets one of those I'd call it a satisfactory resolution for the both of us. We can also take the opportunity to make it public that if anybody wants to come forth and claim goods lost to these particular bandits they should make the effort to do so now.
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Red: Val Aman... maybe! "This is very different from a tea party," Red commented to herself before approaching the strange group. She had, up to this point, seen numerous strange things, but she was used to seeing strange things. Her hallucinations, though, were never quite this cheerful, so she finally gave in and pinched her cheek, curious to see if she'd wake up as a result... and, suddenly, a little worried about what she might wake up to. Assuming she stayed in the strange world, she'd ask the tin-man for some tea after settling in at the table. It's not that she disliked cake, but she just couldn't trust it in general. If there were any biscuits or cookies, though, she might have found herself nibbling on those while trying to join whatever conversation the table presently had. She also tried to ignore the water bowl - dogs weren't the only creature to drink from a bowl, and she wasn't entirely opposed to cats. In fact, since the lion seemed especially civil, she'd ask it, in as inoffensive and cautious of a voice as she could muster, "Could I perhaps... might I... would you be offended if I pet you?" D: Phantasms +2 (please let the lion let me pet him!) M: Hallucinations -2 (I'm pretty sure this whole thing counts as a hallucination by this point) Roara fucked around with this message at 05:06 on Jan 15, 2013 |
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Vanthos (Eosia, Eisos) Vanthos stays downstairs a long time. A long time. He's thinking. About his family. About the voice, and the hunger in it. But mostly, he's thinking about the power. He wants it. He needs it. He's willing to do anything he needs to to get it. So that's it, then. He's committed. The demon said that the imp would aid him if he needed it, but he felt a need to do these killings himself. So, he sharpens a knife. He loves his family. He can at least give them a clean death. And he's done enough studying of medical textbooks to know that a sharp blade to the carotid artery provides a relatively quick and painless death. So, he leaves the imp in the basement for now. That night, he makes love to his wife. It's something they haven't done for a long time. There's no particular reason they haven't. It's just that you get busy and tired, and used to each other. But that night, he romances her like he hadn't for a long time. Then he waits, until she sleeps, lying next to her in bed until her breathing gets heavy and regular and she stops moving. He gets out of bed, but that doesn't wake her. She's sleeping heavily enough. Then, he goes out and gets the knife. He comes back, puts his hand over her mouth, and slits her throat. "For Balsataroth.", he whispers as her eyes open and she struggles to scream. But she's too weak, and she dies. Then, he goes into his son's room. The boy's sleeping. He thinks back to the child's birth, and the first time he held his son in his arms. The men of Eisos, as a rule, were not affectionate with their children, and did not spend too much time with their young children. But this boy was different. After three daughters, he had almost given up hope of an heir. This was his legacy. Proof that his name would not die with him. Someone to teach and who would take over the shop after him. The boy was his hope. He slit his throat, and then ordered the imp to take care of the bodies.
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The Breaking of the Heavens Vanthos (Eosia, Eisos) Vanthos summoned the imp as he put down the body of his dead son, he felt kind of numb like something inside him was hollow. It was an odd and distinctly existential moment, being aware of the entirety of his body and being. An hour ago this emptiness might have bothered him, but something had changed just moments ago when he had slit his son's throat. While he spent a few moments contemplating this, wondering whether this had to do with him committing a heinous crime, or if it was something to do with his deal with Balsataroth, the air grew still around him. Suddenly without warning reality around him cracked, a visible line growing hot red in the air and smelling of sulphur. It grew slightly larger until a great claw wrenched it open further, with red leathery skin and clawed nails of black stone. The hand widened the crack wide enough so that another could reach through. Both hands were large enough that they could easy grab Vanthos entirely and the one not holding back reality did so, dragging him into the place beyond. There was an incomprehensible sensation as he passed beyond reality to another plane and the shock caused him to blank out for a moment. When Vanthos opened his eyes he felt heat blast his face. He stood upon a blasted rock in the middle of a fiery void, filled with the smell of burning rock and blood. The rock itself was smallish, about the size of a small house and had a flat-ish surface, as though it had been ripped from some kind of flat badland. In front of him was the immense form of Balsataroth, who dwarfed Vanthos completely in size and in prsence. This close to the being he could feel as though the mere presence of it threatened to suffocate him. Balsataroth noticed him stand up and chuckled a low, rumbling laugh that held no pleasure that anyone would wish upon themselves. "I had not thought you had the courage to do it Godling, but it is done." He says and gestures behind you. As you turn and look Vanthos sees a burning portal leading into his son's room. There is a filmy surface over it except for the crack, and as he watches the crack seals over. "Do not be deceived, the connection is done, your world is breached." He says and as you turn around to face the creature again he has come closer to the rock Vanthos stands upon. "You have torn a hole in the wall around your world that prevented us from entering, and you from leaving. This realm is created in the gap between my plane and your world. Mortals tend to have quaint names for it like "Hell" or other such things, but it is yours and thus yours to name. And to do with as you wish." Balsataroth drew closer as he spoke, until he was right next to the rock that was your grounding in the void. His eyes burned with fire, terrible and filled with the promise of unspeakable acts and also of power, more power than Vanthos had even possibly begun to imagine.  "But I promised you a reward did I not? Come, let me remove the shackles of that pathetic form Godling." The Demon Lord said and suddenly grasped Vanthos in his hands. The hands cupped together enclosed Vanthos with room to move but there was no air. Vanthos began to panic as the heat inside grew unbearable and the air grew so full of sulphur, blood and bile that he could not breathe. As his body was wracked in pain he felt himself stretch and change, but the entire cacophony of his senses drove him almost insane and he could make nothing of the experience. Then after a time of pain, suffering and confusion that seemed to transcend eternity itself he was Different. The Demon Lord opened his hands and Vanthos floated in the void, no longer trapped by any false gravity or rules. The place was his to shape and command, although he had no power to do so yet. "Rise my Duke, cast aside your old name and swear fealty to me with your new one." Vanthos gains the Divine Trait: Demonic Duke [+2], as well as his foible Forbidden Magic [-2] becomes Demon [-2] to represent his new status as the world's first Demon. All Divine-Empowered beings: Suddenly you feel something change, a terrible sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. You can't say how you know, but something has broken an important barrier in the world and breached it. Now that this has happened something has grown where it should not.  Andra (Arandia, Woods north of Coltain) "But..." Andra hears from more than a few people, but the mob has grown silent and suddenly afraid because of your words. "Perhaps...you are right. We will wait for Civar to return then. You will guide us home, won't you Lady Andra?" One of the merchants says much to your surprise. No one had called you Lady Andra before, they had used milady or lady yes, but not as a proper title. There is a respect shining in the eyes of the people and you feel a faint connection to them. "You stood in the face of magic unscathed, but you aren't a witch, shaman or mage. How did you do it?" Suddenly Andra realises she is the very literal centre of attention of the group, although it might be best to lead them away from Civar and the witch for now. Then you feel something wrong happen, far to the north. Success, you've also gained some followers for managing to stand stalwartly in the face of magic and being clearly not a mage of some kind. Cultivate this and you'll be eligible to gain a new Divine Trait. Liliana (Taeless, Taelos - The Pits) The gate opposite to you on the far side of the arena was open and another figure, a man walks out. You find yourself facing another gladiator in the pit, one who looks equally surprised as you. As you both eye each other trying to figure out if you're meant to be killing each other a loud voice yells over the crowd. "TODAY WE HAVE NEW CHALLENGERS. TWO SCRAPS OF MEAT, READY TO FIGHT FOR THEIR LIVES AGAINST THE PACK. WILL THEY SURVIVE, OR WILL THE DOGS EAT MEAT TONIGHT?" It yells out as the gates to either side of you opens, and 6 vicious and wild dogs run out and begin to circle around the two of you. As Liliana backs into the centre of the arena with the man behind her, she feels the terrible change in the world, somewhere to the west far, far away. Adam and Kovar (Taeless, Mines of Sellos) There was a long pause, so long that Adam began to think Fel hadn't heard his words. Then there was an awful sensation of wrongbrokentearingpain from the earth. Fel screamed in anger and pain and the ground around you vented steam as a tremor began to cause cracks to form. Kovar for his part felt the change, not through the earth as Adam did but he knew something had changed, a new and possible terrible entity had entered into the game. He didn't know anything about it except it had the ability to make something happen such that it felt like the world had changed, coming from the far west. Then the tremor died down and Fel spoke, a hoarse whisper through the ground. "Can you feel it Adam, already the world is changing. It is hard for me to talk this far, I am tired...come down to me in the Heart of the Mountain. I will not harm you, you have my word on it. But come alone, or if you must bring the humans with you...I will see no harm comes to them either if they come. Your companion must remain here." Success, Adam convinced Fel to be willing to talk, but Fel insists on it being deeper in the mountain. Ocatagon (Taeless, Taelos) Octagon was moving through the town towards the house of the man he had been paid to kill, when he felt ill. Something had changed and not for the better. It was all he could do to not fall or to drop the spider, which seemed a deadly thing to do. "What's wrong, does this man frighten you that much, you that would court such sweet death as me?" The spider says in a decided spidery chuckle. "But I will do what you wish, just get me closer to the man and I will wait for him to be...unwary." The sense of wrongness had come from the far west, and although it was no longer a sense of sickening nausea if you thought about it, he could sense it still ever so faintly. Civar (Arandia, North of Coltain) Civar and Aideen hear the sounds of the mob moving away from them. Just as Civar thought they were out of the woods, so to speak, he felt the tear from to the north. Order had been broken, something vile and chaotic had breached into the world and changed something for the worst. He stopped for a moment to gather himself afterwards, which drew a surprised look from Aideen. "The mob is moving away, is something wrong?" She asks with concern, having been startled out of her usual bleak pessimism and brooding anger. As it died down, Civar felt a connection to the people that had been following Andra as well. He knew that if he could show them his new power, help them to become more orderly that they would follow him. This would grant him greater strength, because that was how his power and perhaps Andra's worked as well as she had seemed to be resistant to the witch's magic, far more than he had been at least. Success, Aideen is taken in by your stories which is why she is surprised and concerned when you feel ill. Mazir (Elysian Sands, Elysia) You are suitably entertaining your guests when suddenly something changes. Something evil and...somehow similar to you has entered the world and changed something. You feel like you have competition somehow, something far to the west has happened that might interfere with you...or possibly be a boon. It's hard to tell from this distance. Looking at Berel you see nothing other than a small amount of surprise at your misstep. Perhaps he did not notice? Shortly after this Hartun and Zel return with a sack each over their shoulders. They seem perturbed as well, and Zel even asks you; "Has something happened master? We thought we felt...something, for a moment. We do not think we were seen, but we are still nervous." Success, you are a hospitable host while Zel and Hartun do their task. Edo and Stavos (Eosia, Eisos Imperial University) Magister Ajikan leads you to the entrance when you suddenly feel terribly weak. Stavos feels a terrible change in the city, something that has changed something about reality itself. Edo feels like a terrible wound has been rent in life itself, the world having suddenly been injured but his magic tells him nothing as he flings it out to discover the source of the unpleasant sensation. Whatever happened was close, in the city both of you are sure, but you cannot tell where. Ajikan turns as you both pause and raises an eyebrow. "Come, the tests will not be harmful...or do you find yourselves in awe of such a splendid building? I imagine neither of you have been so close to the palace before." His smile is silky smooth and although not directly so, extremely arrogant in a thinly veiled way. Success, the Magister seems unaware of your whispering Wilhelm (Arandia, Minburg) Wilhelm's grief manages to filter its way into the hive and the colony, and both seem to hasten to tend to the precious larvae that they produce. Even the queen seems more energetic, and in a couple of days both will have replenished their numbers. As the evening comes you feel something terrible to the north, but the hive and colony know nothing about it. Your only response to your queries is a strange sense of insectile confusion. However Wilhelm realises the asset that soldier ants bring to their hives, bees have no such analogue. Success, the bees and ants make a concerted effort to replenish their numbers. Insects are brief creatures, but breed quickly at least as long as they are not too diminished. Degowin (Frozen Wilds, Whitewoods) Following the tracks takes some time, but Degowin is determined to have vengeance for what was done to him. So it is that he spends time wandering the woods carefully following the tracks. Although he loses them a number of times, he finds that he can use his cold ability to part the snow a little and sense where it had filled in the gaps made by the thick boots of the hunters. Eventually you come to a collection of a few tents. There is a sheltered fire amongst them, but they all seem asleep for the time being. Then the shock comes, the feeling of something hot and burning rending a hole in the world and something left in its wake, small and smouldering. It comes from the south, down where the 'civilised' peoples lived.  Success, you manage to track down the hunters and have figured out how to track after a snowfall using your power. Obviously this won't work with rain or something that's not inherently cold. Aldrain (Eosia, Great Library of Eisos) You pass the librarians who look at you quizzically and mention that supper was being served in the mess hall. As you head over there, you feel a sharp ache as someone does something in the city. Something that changed something important, something that was vile enough that you feel for a brief moment it would be better to burn such knowledge should it ever be recorded. Then the moment passes and you are left to continue towards the mess hall should you wish. Your body at least makes this desire known to you. Ilvis and Daveron (Arandia, Harvan) Ilvis' rather unusual way of dealing with the bandit manages to attract a fair amount of attention. People are quick to claim objects and you begin to suspect that not many of them are being entirely truthful about it. But when it is said and done, much of it has been claimed and reclaiming it would be rather...difficult. Ilvis begins to run into complications such as people wanting to know who this mysterious knight is and where you are from. Apparently many of the townsfolk have short memories and have forgotten the tournament already. Daveron on the other hand is content to lay back and snigger at all the trouble her soft-heartedness brings, with the bloody armour and a belligerent glare being enough to ward anyone off bothering him. Red (Val Aman, a Tea Party in the Woods) "Only if you catch that pesky mouse first." It says in a matter of fact tone, which prompts you to see a mouse pop out of a milk-jug. After about 5 minutes of chasing you finally manage to corner the mouse in a cookie jar and present it to the Lion. "Excellent!" He says happily and pops the mouse in his mouth. It looks nervously out of his ear after a couple of seconds but seeing Red, decides to hide again. The Lion enjoys your petting very much, especially when you scratch it behind its ears. As you are indulging it to a loud throaty purr it says; "I died once you know. There was a witch and a lot of snow, as well as this mouse. He keeps running away from me so I have to keep catching him. Sometimes he can be a real nuisance, but he's a good friend and as brave as they come." There's a small cheep from the Lion's ear in response to that comment. "Dying was pretty odd though-" The Lion says and suddenly everything is wrongwrongwrongwrong something's cracked and it's going to get you. It's far away in the west but you can't help but feel it will hunt and chase you. Suddenly the sound of a wolf's howl comes from far away in the distance.  Success! You pet the Lion.
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Ilvis (Arandia, Harvan) "What me? I'm a uh... knight errant. Eisner Faust, remember? I won the gold ring?" Oh balls have they already figured it out? What am I going to do if somebody gets word to Mu- Catching a shiver I drop the apple in the dirt as the worst feeling of goosebumps ever crawl up my spine. Grimacing within my helmet as the feeling subsides and settles into a strange and painful cramp in the pit of my stomach I look down at the expectant faces of the townsfolk. "But right, so! This man here is a bandit! Apparently he's part of a band who have robbed and wronged many of you! Having caught him and exterminated the rest of his compatriots with the help of the brave Ser Daveron, he must pay the price for his crimes! We live in a society of laws, which would have justice wrought against those who do ill." Leading the man to a post in the center of the square, I tie him down and raise my voice again to the crowd. "So then, a flogging! Recount your crimes, Bandit! And repent of them that you may sin no more." I'd like to take an action to construct a thesis statement wherein it is clear the best way for Dr. Banditon Ph.D to pay for his crimes is to be pelted by stones, rotten fruit, and dung, and then painfully whipped in a public spectacle. You know that kinky scene in Mel Gibson's Passion movie? Let's go for one of those as the goal here. I'll talk up the banditry and subsequent bandit exterminations that Daveron and I went through to build their trust in how totally awesome and non-soft on crime we are, and how Professor Lecturer Banditskiwiez surrendered in exchange for this gentle clemency so it's only fair he get off with a lesser punishment and I promised it to him besides. +4 Champion: Come on guys, SOME of you have to remember me from that tournament right? It was only like a few days ago and I totally kicked rear end. Wasn't I really cool in that? I totally dominated all of those bigger, burlier dudes. In our primitive medieval society that makes me a trustworthy guy worth reckoning right? +4 Martial Training: Dad says a lot of the time all that stuff about comportment, military bearing, and having an air of authority is really just pretending you've got big brass ones and faking that you know what you're doing all the time. I've practiced doing speeches like this dozens of times. in front of a mirror in my bedroom Gotta establish authority, have a plan, and keep my voice shouty. Easy as pie.
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Andra (Arandia, Woods north of Coltain) Andra makes a show of considering the men's questions while she tries to recover from that... whatever it was... to the north. She'll have to go find out what the hell that was. Later for that. Reassure the men first. "Of course I'll guide you home, men. That's half the job of an officer, you know." She starts walking as she speaks, fairly willing the men to follow along... in the direction Civar didn't go. The sudden title doesn't faze her; she figures the men are impressed, is all. She was the same way when she was younger; her Sergeant wasn't really 'Sergeant' until she learned to respect the woman. "The first job is to see the goal completed - that's done. The witch is burned out and on the run and no longer in a position to threaten your caravans, yes? The second half of the job is bring your people home. And that's precisely what I aim to do." She grins broadly, clapping a nearby militiaman on the shoulder as she leads the men back towards Coltain. "As for how I stood up to the witch," she continues - though only once the group is well and truly underway, "I'll be the first to admit, I'm not entirely certain. I expect it was due to the way she attacked. You all felt it, I presume - the fear and dread. Well, I was a soldier for most of my life; fear and dread are part of the job. That's why soldiers train so much, you know, so that they can keep fighting even when they're scared. The training takes over when the conscious mind can't handle things. That's probably what it was.You men didn't have the benefit of all that training, and that's not your fault, so I don't want any of you feeling lousy about what happened, all right? I mean it. You did exceptionally well, and I'd be proud to have any of you under my command." Would I, though? she wonders as the march continues, looking pensive. After my last command... would I really be able to...? But she only has to look around, look at the faces of these men, to know the answer. Some of them, doubtless, have the itch - the willingness to throw oneself into the meatgrinder for a good and worthy cause, the curious mix of naivete and sheer brass balls that it takes to be a soldier. And if they don't have a commander, they'll just get themselves killed to no purpose, so someone'll have to do the job. When she leaves Coltain to head to the north - and she will head to the north, sometime, to find out what in the hell that sensation was - she may have company. Oddly, she finds herself less unnerved by the notion than she might have when she first left the Verdant Isle. Using Charming as Hell [+4] to lead the men back home. Since I seem to recall it being more than a one-day trip, Andra will begin drilling any of the men who want to volunteer in combat techniques, using Doughty Warrior [+4]. And if - as I suspect will happen - any of the men want to keep following her, well, she'll just have to bring a posse with her wherever she goes next. That's doable. 
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Kovar - Sellos "It appears I'm not wanted for this conversation. Jessup, if you'd accompany Adam." Leaning over to the guard he whispers, "Keep an eye on him, the change has left him somewhat emotionally fragile, and I'm afraid he might retreat back into his shell if pushed to hard by events. If he needs it, feel free to encourage him." Now at an audible level, Kovar continues, "Algard, you're with me. We're heading back to town to try and win the townspeople over. I don't think Fel will respond aggressively, and with what just happened it's more important than ever to move my plan forward." Kovar sighs, "It's proof that there are malicious forces out there, the world has begun to move and if we don't forge the people in the towns around the mountain into the foundations of an empire, then some other entity will swallow them up, and there's no telling what happens then. Now, I'm going to start doing what I can for the town. I'm relying on you to convince Fel to join with us, it's the only way to truly protect the town." Kovar places a reassuring hand on Adam's shoulder, "I'm entrusting this vital mission to you, but I wouldn't do it if I feel you couldn't handle it. You've got tremendous potential, and sometimes you just have to dive into the deep end. Now, get going." Kovar turns to leave, and Algard falls in step with his employer. Once they get to town the general intends to search out problems one of his particular talents can fix. He hadn't been lying to Adam, with the catastrophe he had so recently sensed, winning over the townsfolk and forging them into an empire had just a goal to an absolute necessity. Once he arrived in the town, things began to naturally fall into place. It started with the guards, with a good word from Algard and a little show of his prowess with a blade, they were willing to accept some instruction on how to better use their truncheons. The haze that had lingered over him on the walk in was dispelled quickly as he returned to doing what he was best at. The guards led him to some of the shopkeepers they frequented who were having trouble keeping their shelves stocked. Once, Kovar realized that the same principles that governed keeping an army supplied applied to keeping a stores supplies in order, a few critical pieces of advice and a demonstration helped set them on the right track. The shopkeeper recommended him to a friend who was stuck in an intractable dispute with a customer. Kovar acted as a mediator, his natural charisma and commanding presence an aid in helping both sides reach an acceptable solution. These were, however only the start of Kovar's campaign to win the townspeople and he continued to apply his skills to the advise the people of Sellos. Sending Jessup to keep an keep an eye on Adam and help in case things go south, then giving Adam a little speech intended to boost his confidence. Next, heading into town in order to try and win over the townspeople by helping to resolve problems in the town. Weaponmaster[+2] - To give the guards some instruction on how to better use their truncheons, and any other problems that can be solved by applying the forms and motions of the various weapons Kovar knows how to use. Experienced General[+4] - To organize the inventory systems of the merchants, since it's basically the same rigamarole that army logistics is with shelves instead of troops. Also, to know what problem Kovar can solve with just advice and what need deeper involvement. Powerful Charisma[+4] - To mediate disputes by helping to convince both sides to compromise in a way that they might not get what they want but they feel the outcome is fair. Also to just generally charm the townsfolks while doing other tasks.
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Adam - entrance to the Mine He stared at Kovar, gulping down a paniced yelp in reply. Not because he was scared of Fel - the man grew turnips in his backyard - but because of the sudden tremor that had come before Fel's words had gollowed. Something had just happened. Not necessarily evil per say... just... wrong. But this was not the time no the place to worry about new developments. There was a man underground waiting for him to make an appearance, and a General to impress. He would have to keep his thoughts to himself. Besides, he pondered bitterly, not like things could get any worse. He buttoned up, as Kovar didn't seem to be reacting, and quietly nodded to him, before turning to Jessop, and with a wave, started to make his way down into the mines himself. Adam and Fel - The Sellos Mine quote:Eventually you start walking down into some magma tubes, the temperature is getting hotter but that really doesn't bother you as much as it should. Druggeddwarf fucked around with this message at 23:35 on Jan 20, 2013 |
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Degowin - Frozen Wilds, Whitewoods Degowin paused for a moment. Whatever had happened was indeed terrible. Wrong. Unnatural. It gave him an idea. He walked into one of the tents, careful to keep his footsteps quiet. He placed his hand over the sleeping man's mouth. In his mind he focused on an image he had of one of the monsters in the old tales, a man that was dead yet still lived. They had wanted him to die of cold, they owed him a life debt. They would pay. He pushed cold through the man's body and the magic coursed through him. Using Cold[+2] to try to turn this guy into an ice zombie minion, looking something like a draugr from skyrim. Something like this: 
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Civar "So much for being a tinker" Kit'An (Arandia, North of Coltain, headed North to Harvan) I guess DCB can have the militia's faith power, I'm headed North at my best speed. Aideen posted:The mob is moving away, is something wrong? I clucked to my mule and gently guided her to a stop. I took my time, it would give me a chance to recover from whatever that had been. Can't afford to look weak in front of the self-described murderer. Hopping down I carefully checked my mule, Chuckles, over. As my hands passed over the tack I worked to visualize how each piece fit together and how it distributed the weight of the cart. Keeping that framework in my mind, I reached out with my new senses and strengthened it, reinforcing the orderly interconnections, smoothing out the distributions of weight, the vectors of force. Reducing, as much as possible, the excess drag of the cart's weight. Bringing the whole into an orderly, perfect balanced assembly able to not only bear the stresses of fast travel, but make it easier on poor Chuckles. Leaning against my mule I smiled at Aideen again. This time, a happier, more natural expression. "There, let's see if that worked." I helped her up into the cart before climbing back up myself. I clucked to my mule to start him walking, while working to hold the order of the cart tack in mind, keeping a mindful eye on it as we started. "We need to hurry North, so we'll be passing through some larger towns than I was planning on first. I think we should stick with the story that I'm hunting the 'Coltain Witch.' Only he's a man, twisted by his lust for gold. How would you like to be a woman out for revenge because her children were snatched away by him? It has the virtue of being reasonable close to the truth, as long as you're willing to call the merchant who ruined your life a witch. It might also serve as a cautionary tale to help prevent what happened to you from happening to anyone else. We could have met up in the forest here where we were both chasing him." Once the conversation with Aidin was over, I nudged Chuckles to a faster speed, until we were almost cantering. I focused on the image of the cart tack, infusing it with order as necessary to adapt to the moment to moment stresses of fast travel. D: Go fast to Harvan +4 D: Order +2 - reduce the drag of the cart so the mule doesn't tire as fast M: Tinker+4 - I spend a lot of time with this cart, I think I know how it works M: Poor -2 - Maitenance on the cart costs money, money I don't have. Initially we'll jog beside the cart for 10 minutes out of every hour, but slow down to a walk for that "break" if someone is having trouble keeping the pace. If Aideen wants to do something to help out too, that'd be pretty cool.
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Mazir- Elysian Sands Mazir still felt the small tremble within himself as the sensation of some kind of power still resonated within. His minions had sensed it too, it woud seem that their connection to him allowed a tangential to the overall sense of power in the world, quite interesting. Hartun, Zel, please take those two in the sacks to the basements, prepare them like the other two. I'll go prepare something down there as well. As the three entered the basement, he looked to his minions as they chained the two captives. I sensed that feeling too. I'm not sure what it means for sure, but my best hypothesis is that there are others in the world who might share....abilities like me, and one of them miht have just gotten much more powerful. We must be on our guard, but worry not, so long as you two stay with me, you'll be fine, and with this new batch, I might even be able to enhance you two to give you more protection. Smiling, Mazir picked up the dagger he had used earlier and sheathed it in his pants. Once this is done, get soem rest you two, you've had a long day and I appreciate all you've done. Mazir quickly returned upstairs to his three guests They are ready, if you would be so kind as to accompany me to the basement... The four quickly entered the basement, where Hartun and Zel had finished chaining up the two captives, who had regained consciousness. They squirmed helplessly in the chains as Mazir drew his dagger and approached. Find solace in providing substance to the stronger! He quickly slit the pairs throats and let their bodies fall heavily onto the cold stone floor. Their blood flowing down the drain. You wished o witness my power? Then behold!!! As the familiar miasma arose from the two bodies, Mazir extended his hands and they began to glow. Utilizing the same illusion incantation he used to show Hartun and Zel his power, he used now to show the three strangers the souls he began to devour. I'm reassuring my minions and giving a good display of my soul sucking power to my guests [+2 Charisma] Reassure Hartun and Zel to reinforce the fact that they're safe with me. Divine Soul Magic [+2] I'm devouring the souls of the two people Hartu and Zel brought. [Magic +4] Using my magic to show what is happening for the benefit of my guests
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Edo (Eosia, Eisos Imperial University) Edo can't help gasping as the world is torn asunder. The magister's smarm is almost too much. "Didn't you feel that?" Edo asks. "Someone did something horrible, something that's going to cause a lot of harm to a lot of people very soon. They did something against life; it feels like something tore a hole in the world. And it happened nearby." Edo thinks for a moment, in his mind measuring the potential for help and harm that the magister represents and adds, "Please, we have to do something about it as soon as possible. Will this test take long?" Using Charming +2 to persuade the magister that something bad has just happened and that they should either rush through the test or go deal with it immediately.
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Octagon - The Target's Home, Taelos Octagon pauses as that horrible feeling washes over him. He gives it a moment to pass. "You didn't feel that? Something... in the west. Nevermind, it's gone. Mostly." He shakes his head. In very little time at all, Octagon is back at the Merchant's Manor. Slipping in through a side entrance was easy enough. Despite the no-doubt increased security, the Merchant could not afford to have men at every entrance and every window at all hours of the day and night. Shifts changed, patrols must be kept. This meant windows of opportunity, some literal, for those like him. His objective was the Merchant's bedchambers once more. The nook above the bed rest, out of sight and out of mind (and most importantly, out from under foot) would be the perfect place for Miss Spider. From there she could descend and bite at her leisure, once the target was asleep. Octagon, on the other hand, would likely be unable to linger long. He'd need to watch from afar. Espionage [+4]: To Break into the Target's House. Again. Discretion [+4]: To do so sneaky-like, without being caught, and plant Miss Spider. Spider Whisperer [+2]: Because if ever there was a time when my Divine Trait would count, it's probably now. VENGENCE 
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Kovar and Adam - Sellosquote:***Kovar had just finished resolving another dispute between to merchants. A shipment had been lost to bandits and so one was behind on their payments. The general had helped arrange a compromise between them to allow both businesses to weather this unfortunate incident.
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Liliana (Taeless, Taelos - The Pits Wrapping her arms around her stomach as the terrible sensation washes over her being. "The wind is wrong.." she'd look around completely forgetting about her current situation. The snarl of the angry dogs brought her back to life as one lunged to crunch it's teeth around her throat. Her hand grasped at the hilt of the sword she had chosen and in a quick fluid motion the blade would slide forth from it's scabbard, the end of the hilt aimed to smack the dog in the face. Following up the pummel strike, she twisted her body and took a step forward to ram her shoulder into the dog's body. Her sword was pushed back into it's sheathe as she regained her footing after body slamming the attacking dog away. She'd start to sway back and forth gently, finding her rhythm within the wind. "Being in the pit works to my advantaged..I wanted to try this." with a stern grin, she took a step and drew her blade in a single wide arc towards the first dog, the blade wasn't meant for her art, but she had the wind to make up for it. Feeling the blade bite the flesh of the beast she brought her blade back and sheathed it all within the same motion of her draw. "Oy oy, I've drawn first blood, so I expect you'll have a better time of killing them while they're distracted with me." she called out to her companion as she kept swaying back and forth, watching the first dog she had attacked, and listening to the vicious snarls of the other circling dogs. "Fine if you're not going to go on the offensive, I shall have too!" She took several light steps forward and drew her sword once more quickly, her blade aimed at finishing off the dog she had attacked already. Her's was a style of counter attacking, and defensive tactics. So if she was to leap into the fray the wounded target was it. Swordsmen ship +4: Did her pummelstrike do anything meaningful? Did her slashes connect with vital spots? Probably. Dance +4: Swaying back and forth is the start, it helps her keep herself ready to act with out tiring movements. Divine: Windflow +2: Gotta dodge and attack faster to make up for lovely sword Low Endurance and Strength -2: Body checking something like that was prolly not smart, and her slashes don't hold much strength.
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Daveron & Ilvis (Arandia, Harvan) Ilvis's speech seems to kindle at least for some time, an appreciation for knightly virtues in most of the crowd. For those uninspired or who took part in wrongfully gaining from the recovery of the lost belongings of many merchants they found themselves swept up in the crowd. When it came to the flogging people were astonishingly resourceful at finding fruit and items to pelt at the bandit, as if they had been waiting for such an occasion. The most miraculous part was when a number of people stumbled forwards by accident, at the wrong time and got hit by stray fruit or stones themselves. It was soon discovered that those who had stumbled had been trying to take items that did not belong to them. Once this was realised a hush come over the crowd and all eyes turned to Ilvis and Daveron. Success, I combined both actions together into something that felt appropriate. Both of you feel a connection forming between you and the crowd, Ilvis more strongly however, and is close to gaining a new Trait. Andra (Arandia, Coltain) Much to the surprise of the group, if not Andra as well, it is those least capable of fighting that are most inspired. Even one of the merchants decides that it may be time to take up the way of the sword, a proclamation that turns many a head in the group. While many in the group look to Andra for leadership and protection now, fewer would actually take up arms to follow her. It is however a start to gaining a larger force, should that be the adventure that she wished for. Training them will take time but Andra's charm and display of courage and a willingness to sacrifice herself for others has ensured that those who want to listen will. Success, Andra begins to work some discipline in by a willingness to listen, into a number of those people. While many will follow her, fewer will follow her into battle. Wilhelm (Arandia, South Gindarr Jungle) The man stood in the place where the wasps gathered. Many gathered around him and at first he was stung numerous times, so much that his vision began to swim. Eventually he fell, his thoughts fading as the wasps began to crowd over him. Although he thought he might be dying, this was not the case. What came next was a strange period of semi-wakefulness when he felt surrounded by a warm tough shell. It was hard to tell how much time had passed exactly when he finally broke out, but Wilhelm was changed. He stepped out of his chrysalis aware of the wasps around him. Wilhelm had supplanted the queen as the leader of the hive, and furthermore he could feel the ants and bees he commanded as well. His body had changed to match his nature, he stretched his now chitinous hands and body and gave his wings a test.  Success, Wilhelm transforms and gains the trait: Insect Lord [+2] as well gaining the Quirk: Monstrous Visage. I was aiming for something a little less chunky looking, but I couldn't find much that wasn't a cartoon, comic or from The Fly. So I guess Wilhelm gets a bit buff. Adam & Kovar (Taeless, Sellos) Over the coming days Kovar walked amongst the town of Sellos and talked to its people. He came to know a number of them, came to know their troubles and he offered advice. As an outsider none would let him directly intervene, but the general carried an air of confidence and reassurance that put people at ease and opened their minds to his words. Most of his advice resulted in a satisfying resolution for all concerned, not always as men and women are fickle and often want to be contrary, but enough that people came to treat him less like an outsider.  The arrival of Thadroin caused a substantial stir. His similarity to the new body of Adam and his sudden appearance, literally growing from the ground itself caused many rumours to spread. Adam felt the unwanted and uneasy weight of peoples gaze upon his back as he moved around time. During this time he found that he healed quickly, more quickly than a man should, although if this was due to his new form or some other condition neither he nor Thadroin could tell. When Thadroin tried to test it himself he found his body turned to stone when he tried to injure it, preventing anything but a light graze. People began to look at Adam with curiosity, for his skill in the mines had soon became well known to all. So it was that Sellos began to change, and that the people looked first to Adam, but also to Kovar as well. Adam is growing a connection to the Sellosians, Kovar can get there too but as an outsider he has more to prove unless something should happen. Kovar's action is successful in making the town better disposed to him. Degowin (Frozen Wilds, Whitewoods) Degowin seized the man around the mouth before he could scream and held him down tight. The man struggled as Degowin leached out all of the heat in him until his skin shrivelled, his eyes turned cold and his heart stopped. Then the hunter replaced the spark of life that was dimming down with a shard of pure frost and let him go. The man stared in horror at his new form, marked with a chilling glyph of blazing frost in his chest. When he spoke, it was only a whisper, hoarse as though the man had been deprived of water for many days. "Who are you? What have you done to me. Please, release me...let me die." Success, you have created I can't believe it's not a Draugr. Civar (Civar, Central Arandia) Civar could see what he needed to mitigate, as well as foresee some troubles ahead. The only problem was that the cart was not in good enough condition to do much with it, Civar could see many ways that would for a short time improve the cart's speed only for it to later fall apart for pieces of the frame to rip and tear. In the end Civar used what he could see to make the trip easier, which helped ease the burden but was not the flight he had wished. Aideen warns Civar when strangers approach and once the pair has to deal with bandits, but thanks to a bit of clever speech and suggestion from the witch, along with some insights and manipulation of the stability of some of the bandits gear they avoid a confrontation. His cart and Chuckles arrived soundly and in good condition however when they arrived in the first town. The people of the tavern are surprised a witch would masquerade as a merchant, but then another comments how only certain wealthy merchants have been targeted and that their men have escaped. Soon the folk of the town have helped convince themselves of the pair's tale. You technically failed, but because you've been really good with using your Foible when appropriate I upshifted it to a success, but in different areas than what you originally seemed to intend. Also remember, when you use your Divine trait, you can only use other Divine traits or a single Mortal Trait Mazir (Elysian Sands, Elysia) Mazir cut the necks and as the life force of his victims bled out he drank deeply. But his magic of illusion mixed with his new power in a way he did not expect, and he drank deeper than he had before. As the life force of the first, a thin man of older age, flowed into Mazir he began to have a vision of his life. Once the man had been a fighter in the pits of Taelos, strong and skilled he had earned great fame and eventually his freedom. But the politics of Taelos were new to him and soon he found himself framed for a murder he had not committed. Unwilling to return to the life of a slave he had fled to become a bandit for some time, until he began to grow old and the others whispered of killing him and taking his share of his loot. Again the man had fled, this time to Elysia where he had remained until this night. Berel was speechless and the other two were white with shock, as Mazir realised that he was projecting around him the illusion of what he was seeing and feeling. He drove on, drinking deep into the life of the second, a dancer who had married a wealthy man who had given her everything she wanted except her freedom. Eventually she snuck out with a merchant caravan to Elysia and had made her trade here in the Oasis of the Sands. Zel and Hartun remained silent and merely watched, as though the strange and gruesome sight had lost some shock and perhaps even deeper emotional meaning to them. Success, you put on a better show than even Mazir had predicted. Your high roll has upshifted the result. Edo & Stavos (Eosia, Imperial University of Eisos) "The test will take as long as it needs to. If you want it to go quicker then you ought co-operate. As for your claims I sensed no magic being used nearby, so leave that to those of us who actually know what they're doing." Magister Ajikan says in a tone that clearly indicates exactly what he thinks of Edo's claim. He leads you and Stavos into the Imperial University, and from there through a number of doors and corridors. Eventually after being somewhat disoriented by the whole trip you find yourself in a room, with a marble table in the centre and several chairs around it. In addition there are raised seating around the centre there is a larger chair opposite to the entrance, also raised but closer to the middle area. The entire setup evokes a decided image of a court, or at least some kind of judgement being conducted. There is a man who looks somewhat ill sitting in one of the chairs. "This is Magister Katinos." Ajikan says as he gestures towards the seated man. "He has been given a disease magically. We can cure him, but it is your task to try and diagnose the problem and then cure his symptoms with magic. If you are actually able to." Failure, sorry but the Magister does not feel any urgency to rush. Bureaucracy is a terrible and intractable thing. Octagon (Taeless, Taelos) There was a break in patrol for a brief minute during the time that the noble went to have his second supper. Octagon quickly leapt down and climbed up the wall, after checking that there were no city guards or passers-by that might spot him. Deftly entering the room Octagon went to the bed and deposited his passenger. "Worry not my love, separation only makes the heart grow fonder." She says in a mocking voice and scuttles away to find a nice corner to hide in. In the light Octagon can see that the spider noble has a rather, well, vibrant colour scheme on her back which might be why she is hiding out of sight as opposed to in a corner. But there was little time to contemplate this, he had to leave soon before anyone returned. Octagon was gone and a distance away by the time the nobleman returned to his room. It was almost two hours later as Octagon reckoned it when a shout came from the man's room. "He's dead! Lord Deasoth has been murdered!" Suddenly there is a great deal of commotion in the room, but Octagon can't see the spider noble having left yet. It is up to him whether he leaves her behind or not... Success, the noble Daesoth is now slain. Also a reminder, one Mortal trait per Divine action. Liliana (Taeless, Taelos - The Pits) It would be more accurate to describe the fight as a dance, a bloody dance of murder and death. Liliana used the wind to guide her and to help her move around the arena. So it was that the dogs seemed unable to catch her, as she cut at them each one by one. The cuts were not deadly, not at first, but Liliana kept dancing in and out and kept cutting until the dogs began to bark in frustration. Had the beasts been fed they would have had the sense to be afraid, but such clarity of thought was overridden by the urge and need to feed. The crowd grew silent and Liliana realised she might be doing too well, and so set herself and allowed one of the beasts to scratch her. Then the reverie of the crowd was broken and they started cheering and roaring again. The scratch itself hurt, but was fortunately not too deep to be truly debilitating. Soon it was done, and Liliana stood with the other man in the centre of the Pit. The crowd seemed to expect something, for the victors to react somehow to their victory. The air hung in tense expectation. Success, you manage to do well but not perfectly in your first fight. HiKaizer fucked around with this message at 23:57 on Jan 22, 2013 |
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Andra (Arandia, Coltain) Perhaps surprisingly, Andra doesn't seem all that bothered by the group's decisions - the way she figures it, those that want to fight will, and those that don't won't, and that's all good with her. What matters to her is that they're listening - that those that won't be taking up arms are smart enough to stay out of the way of those that will, et cetera. She wishes to prepare them for a dangerous world, and that doesn't always mean rushing out to face the danger yourself! Still... she's going to have to sit down and have a long think about leadership. What it means, how it affects those around her, whether or not she's ready to take up that mantle again. It was easy, here, because people needed her to do it, but... Eh. Later for that. Right now her priority is to get these people back home to Arandia and let the town's leaders know what has happened and pick up any reward money and check on the street urchin girl she promised to keep an eye on and also hopefully get a drink or seven. When she heads north... sure, she'll take people with her if they want to come. Why not? There are bound to be other towns that need help, too, and she can't do it all alone, right? It's not as though she's starting a mercenary company or anything. Okay, so she totally is. But she won't think about it that way. Freelance Peacekeeping Agents, that's the ticket, yes? poo poo. If she's going to create a group she'll need to come up with a name for it. Well, later for that, too. Town first. Drinks now. Hey, if we've made it back to Arandia it's time to celebrate being alive and not dying at the hands of a witch. And probably regale the local tavern with the tale Civar and I agreed on (using Charming as Hell [+4] to make sure people don't spot any logical inconsistencies). What to do with this little band of followers is Serious Business, and Andra can only handle so much Serious Business at once.
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Civar "keep the sun and moon turning" Kit'An with Witch Aideen (Inn in Central Arandia, headed North to Harvan) When I pulled up in front of the Sunrise Tavern, I was more than happy to stop for the night. I had a pounding headache from trying to order-craft the wagon for hours at a time. I wasn't likely to try that again anytime soon. *** I leaned back with a sigh of relief as the other guests started sharing the story I'd told with each other. Sippping gratefully from my mug, I grinned as I heard one say "Saw it with my own eyes I did, a merchant tall as a house went striding through my field just yesterday...". By this time next week the story would either be a local legend, hardly anything like the story I'd just told, or completely forgotten. We, and by that I mean Aideen, were safe from pursuit for now. Which reminded me; "Thanks for your help back there Aideen. If you hadn't been there, things could have gotten ugly. I hate fighting. Someone always gets hurt." Aideen looked surprised that I'd bothered to thank her, but managed a curt "You're welcome." Too much time living alone, I think. I might have ended up a lot like her if I hadn't met Hector. "Enough of that, let's talk of happier things. I'll tell you a bit of my childhood with the Tia'Cha and you can tell me what your youth was like. Growing up amongst the Tia'Cha was like an endless fair. Every day was filled with joy and laughter. Oh, there was work enough to be sure. Animals to tend, herbs and flowers to be picked, but always there was laughter and bright frivolity. We didn't take anything seriously, least of all each other..." Making friends with Aideen - total of +2 (mortal action) M: Stage Magician +2 Keeping on, keeping on to Harvan. LLSix fucked around with this message at 03:46 on Jan 24, 2013 |
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Stavos - Eisos Stavos can FEEL something happening, the same as when Aldrain caused transmutation. Against his better judgement, Stavos pours his energies into assisting Edo. He can tell what Edo is doing, not just healing but carving, reshaping. Such a rough way to go about doing this; wouldn't it be better to transform the elements that should change? With a little bit of effort, you could literally melt pounds away, and physically change flab to muscle. Assisting Edo with +2 Transmutation
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Kovar - Sellosquote:Adam: Adam sat in the middle of his workshop, hands over his head, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He looked up at his workbench, and went back to his previous state, the moan louder. In front of him lay various weapons of fantastic design and sharp edges, well crafted and cleaned. They were all axes. Adam had been daydreaming that afternoon.
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Degowin (The Frozen Wilds, Whitewoods) A snarling smile was the only reply the frost zombie got from its master. Degowin crept quietly to the next hunter to repeat the process. Cold+2 to repeat the process. How many hunters in all? Three or Four I would guess.
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Mazir- Elysian Sands As Mazir settled himself after consuming the souls, his mind still flashed with the images of the people he absorbed. Well that was....Interesting he thought as he shook himself. His vision cleared and he saw his three horrified guests, Hartun and Zel still stoic as they looked at their master. "Well Berel, I hope that was a sufficient demonstration of my abilities. Now th question is what do you three want? Because I now offer you a chance, I need to build up this ability, I must grow stronger. IF I can do that, then there will be no limit to what I can accomplish, and that means I can offer rewards far beyond what a simple warlord or basic wizard can give. I can give one power, wealth, knowledge, strength, but only if I grow stronger. Serve me, like Hartun and Zel and I will see to that you are rewarded well." Stepping up to a mirror, Mazir disrobed and took out his dagger. Whispering an incantation of disinfecting, he rang the dagger over his flesh several time until a large symbol was cut on his chest.  "Accept this offer, and take this mark on your body, it will be a symbol of my partnership with you. Hartun and Zel, my loyal companions, will you take this final step and join me in this partnership for the future? Will you seize the chance and take the offer of power that can be yours? Berel, will you and your companions take the step in the journey to a better destiny? Trying to recruit these three to my cause, and make a cool symbol linking all of us. [+2 Charisma] Try and convince Berel and the others to join me and take the mark. [Magic +2] Disinfect the knife so that I won't get an infection from making this cut.
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Octagon - The Target's Home, Taelos Octagon watches from an adjacent rooftop, probably. With all the guards making a ruckus in the late Merchant's room, he could do little but wait. Attempting to swoop in would be complete folly. Instead, he would patiently watch until there was an opening. How droll. I am going to wait until there is an opening (as in, everyone leaves the room to do whatever) before swooping in to retrieve the spider and skidaddle, using Espionage [+4] and Discretion [+4]. Leg it!
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Kovar - Sellosquote:***Kovar walked up to Jusep and Algard after his night drinking with Adam. The general's head throbbed dully as spoke to them. "So, it appears the problems with the mountain are over, which means once we return to the town and collect the reward your debt to me is forgiven. Before we arrived there I wanted to talk with you two about the future." WIth Algard and Jusep in tow, Kovar heads back to the town at the base of the mountain, to collect the promised reward. Heading to pick up a reward.
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Vanthos is overwhelmed by the sensations and shuts down for a minute, then, when he comes back to full understanding, he's different, changed. He floats...no, stands, even though it is on nothing, next to Balsataroth, and he is filled with both love and envy. And beyond both is an immense hunger; a desire to take all things into himself. He had had arthritis in his wrist, a dull pain that was always there under the surface, something he was never fully aware of but which always impinged on him. That was gone now. He knelt in front of the Demon Lord, and took the creatures oversized hand in his. "My Lord", he croaks. "I am Beltheus, and I give you my service", he says, kissing the hand of the great Demon Lord. "Order me, and I will obey." Epicurius fucked around with this message at 19:08 on Jan 26, 2013 |
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Aldrain (Eosia, Great Library of Eisos) Aldrain eats his meal, listening to the chatter in the meal hall, trying to see if any of the staff are discussing anything that could explain the horrible feeling he had.
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Adam - the Adelphi River, running through Sellos Afternoons that were not spent deep in a mine, where usually spent keeping one's self busy in the depths of their smithy. But when one cannot stop themselves for spontaneously making all forms of axes, they must find their focus elsewhere. It took a while to ask around, find out where his - as the girls were saying it - better half, had gone, so when he arrived at the river, sunset was not far off, basking it in a cool orange light. He walked to the edge of the water, looking for him. quote:Thadroin was relaxing in the water, running his hands through his wet beard and hair. He seemed so engrossed he did not notice that Adam had arrived. A night of rather drunken antics ensue, before both of them head back to his house to collapse in a stupor. His brothers had returned to the city to do their respective shopping, and as midgets don't take up that much space, Adam offered Thadroin a place to stay till the hovel was built. Kovar would be out of town for a while, which meant that he had a bit of time to plan and work with his newfound brother before the tension mounted again, and he planned to use it. Action: We're going to start work on that underground hovel. We'll plan it out, see where it will go, talk to the foreman, that kind of thing. Also take extra care to have a room dedicated to Fel while we do. No sense in burying a body that's turned to stone. +4 Metal worker: He have a lot of digging and searching to do before we find what we need +2 (Divine) Dwarf: Fortunately for us, I happen to have a thing for the underground.
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Ilvis (Arandia, Harvan) "Oh my gosh. Really? Come on people. Really?" I stare downwards at the fallen members of the mob. The horrible, duplicitous, bad people who lied and tried to take what was clearly not theirs. "We live in a society of laws, and as a group we agree to hold to those laws in the belief that if we do the natural result is a more just and fair world for us all. Look I'm not going to tell you that life has to be all roses and honour. But really now, wouldn't you rather live somewhere people do the right thing because that way everybody gets treated right? You really shouldn't take things that don't belong to you" (Crapcrapcrap! Why is it glowing and making that noise? Aaaah it's on fire why is it on fire why am I raising it up and-) Raising the sheathed Sword aloft I strike a dramatic pose almost involuntarily, bathing the entire square in it's surprisingly warm light. (Oh this doesn't burn at all...) "Let those who would do ill beware. I, Eisner Faust have come to give succor to the weak, make right which is wrong, and destroy the wicked. Repent your misdeeds, lest you be burned by the light of Justice. Repent, that you may be forgiven!" Helmet still ringing from the sudden and bold declaration I look down into the faces of the mob, halfway between expectant and angry. Blanching slightly I wonder how many of them are the former and not the latter, and pray that enough of them remember cheering so enthusiastically cheering for me just a few days ago. Ilvis will wield the Sacred Sword and try to strike a sufficiently inspirational pose. Maybe the light burns the eyes of the unrighteous or something unless they repent, and count on the tide of public goodwill from being Champion to not look like a complete git waving around a glowstick in the middle of the marketsquare shouting about Repentance. +2 Sacred Sword (supernatural power): Oh balls, it's glowing! drat look at it go. What's that uh, singing noise? Aaaah, might as well hold it aloft and kind of hope for the best here. The old woman did say that it was both amazing and magical. Maybe it can... show these people what it means to not be such a bunch of lying jerks and uh, shower them with the light of righteousness? Righteousness is sacred, amazing, and magical right? +4 Champion: Hey! I'm the Champion aren't I? That's got to count for something doesn't it? I mean, all these people were just cheering and calling my name just a few days ago so it probably looks like I know what I'm doing and
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Wilhelm - Southern Gindarr Jungle -> Minburg poo poo. It is one of the best fertilizers of the fields. It smells bad. It has rained all over his day today, because now he has turned into a filthy bug. Perhaps this was just part of the insanity and his brain had finally gone all the way? Wings, after all, were something that he never had before, but were something that he always wished that he had. Bzzt. And yet there they were. Not quite the glorious things that he had wished for, as he much preferred those of a bird. Like on of the angels in the glass windows. He presses one of his chitin-plated feet into the dirt, and looks at the murky reflection in the water. There still had to be some of himself left- After all, he was still thinking like himself, though he no longer felt alone. It was hard to be lonely with thousands of voices talking to you all at once- All of them minor, industrious, and important all the same time. Not like those people who always whined for more, yet did such so that they could just work less. These calls for more were as genuine as the work they put towards that "more." The people of Minburg could learn lots from these bugs. Though thinking of hypothetical possibilities was a troublesome thing, just like daydreaming. He may be back in the prime of his life as a horrid bug creature, but that did not mean he had to break his usual routine. He returned back to his home in Minburg, cloak tightly wrapped about his features, where he began orchestrating his plan. All he had to do was provide minor direction to his charges and all would be well. And just stay composed. Don't panic, old man, this is something that everyone goes through. Really. Using Insect Lord +2 (Is this divine? If not, I'll not use it), Divine: Hivemind Usurper +2, and Agricultural Genius +4 to begin a Minburg-Scale insect agriculture! The wasps will rove the fields and eliminate any rodents or unwelcomed bugs that are ruining the crops, the bees will continue to keep the fields pollinated while making sure their honey stocks are healthy enough to feed the bug community, and the ants will continue to plant and tend to the fields. How could a man refuse to feed the world when given such an opportunity? Commoners fucked around with this message at 07:11 on Jan 29, 2013 |
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Daveron (Arandia, Harvan) Daveron squinted as he looked at his neice's sword, the light shining from it giving him an immense headache. Grumbling, he brought his flask up and took a large swig, burping as he ran his arm across his stubbly face. Looking at the crowd, some standing in awe, some cowering fearfully, Daveron noticed an elderly man still pulling some of the stolen goods to his chest, pretending to kneel. Daveron strode over, a grumpy look on his face, and pulled the man up by his collar for the crowd to see, striking an imposing figure next to the light from his neice's sword. "Look at this wretch! Lesser men are slain for what he's done..." Daveron narrows his eyes toward the people, letting his words sink in. The old man scrabbles at his neck. "I offer two options...let those with blackened hearts step forward, and confess their crimes..." Daveron pulls his sword out of it's sheathe, and plunges it into the man's chest, "Or I decide who's guilty or not." Using +2 Bad Luck to get those who are truly terrible criminals (not so much the unfortunate, people scrambling for change that they need to feed their family) to stumble foward again, sprawling themselves on the ground as the crowd tenses up trying not to reveal or accidentally reveal themselves; using +2 Noble Blooded because hell, we pretty much are the law in this place.
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