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Posted by: Rusty Fri May 12, 2006 6:02 pm
((...Continue.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 12, 2006 6:10 pm
((First, the chat stuff from last night...)) A large man in a dark cloak and travelling clothes approaches the group. The limp form of Tanis is slung over his back. "This guy one of yours? Saw him with you earlier," he says, siding the catfolk off his back. The man is injured, his clothing torn in places. A pair of daggers are sheated at his sides.
Ombligo: "TANIS!!!" *Ombligo says, floating over to him immediately.*
"He's going to be pretty out of it, I had to burn a magic item I had to keep him ticking," the man says.
Langston stood silently, unable to completely hide his concern for his new comrade, but said nothing. He chose to watch and not give more away than necessary.
Ombligo: "Thanks for saving him, but who are you??" *He says, tilting his head...er, body, towards the stranger.*
Gail eyes the stranger suspiciously, the thrill of battle causing her to keep a tight grip on her armaments as she moves to Tanis's crumpled form.
"Eh? Oh, sorry," the man says, pushing back his hood to reveal a strong, squarish face with a gray beard and hair. "The name's Lew. I'm an explorer, you might say."
"I heard there was a lot of ruins around here, but so far it's mainly sand and devils. Watch out if you leave town, I ran into more of these buggers on the way here."
Ombligo: "I wonder what they're after..."
Langston bows. "Langston Highbrave's the name, tightrope walker and seeker of thrills and chills while not taking spills. S'a pleasure to meet you if I say so myself...er. And apparently I just did. You saw devils though?" the rat went on. "More like these?"
"Yeah, a few, wandering around, like they were looking for something."
"Who's the newcomer?" Dicem said, tired, as he approached the group once more.
Ombligo: "Well, of course they'd be after something or someone. You don't usually see devils around, right?"
Gail: "We'll keep an eye out, then. Did you see anything else we should keep an eye out for?"
Sorel follows Dam into the square, looking weary. "Tanis?" he says, after seeing the newcomer and the warmage's limp form.
"Huh," Langston replied, before turning to Dam. "This is Lew, said he found our mate here and gave him a hand. Also says there's devils all over the place, or so it seems."
"Great... can't say I'm surprised," Dam muttered. "Someone patch him up; a couple of you come with me. I need to see if a certain healer is still ticking."
Sorel looks at the back of Dam's head, half accusatory, half forlorn. "I will follow," he says, starting after Dam.
((escargotpudding (11:09:53 PM): pants))
"No. Sorel, keep an eye on this guy while I'm gone; it's what you do best," he growled, jamming a thumb at Lew.
Sorel nods, turning back around to watch Lew.
Gail nods, kneeling over the warmage's body as she places a glowing hand on his wounds.
"And no, I won't be running through her cupboards," Dam grumbled.
Gail: [Lay on Hands - 12 HP.]
"I'll come along," Stoltz says with a slight frown, still brandishing his rifle as he moves to follow Dam. He'd be darned if he didn't make some use of himself after all this was said and done.
Langston nodded. "Lead on, impressario," he said with a small laugh, offering another most extravagant bow to Lew.
"I'll take the monk too," the rogue said, slipping his knives back in place before raising his hood and slinking off.
Sorel's expression lifted a bit at the rat-man's theatrics. He studied the adventurer carefully, while attempting to draw some of his own dignity about himself.
Despite his attempts to move quietly, his feet kicked against a stone without sound. Looking down, he grabbed the rock out of the pile of ash he'd stepped in and looked at it, before yelling into it. Nothing, he commented internally, shaking his head. Cast silence on a rock and move like a feather.
Lew shrugs. "In any case, I'll be going now. Trying to find a man about a horseman, or something like that."
Wordlessly the rogue moved from pile to pile, picking out the silenced stones and placing them off to one side. This done, he resumed his movements towards Cynthia's residence.
Lew walks away.
Dam eventually comes to Cynthia's house, the door broken in off its hinges. Inside, the place is a mess, but there's no corpse.
"Be ready," Dicem said, drawing his daggers as he moved silently through the house, looking carefully for any signs of struggle.
Langston nodded as he looked about, hand moving to his rapier.
Stoltz nods in affirmation, holding his rifle close as he looks around the ransacked home carefully.
Dam finds a note pinned to one of the cabinets:
"Sorry townsfolk, I need to make a trip and can't be here for a few days. Need to find a few people about devil stuff. If the other healers need supplies, I left a bunch in the locked cabinet. The combination is 1, 2, 3. Heee!
...Kidding, it's not locked. Help yourselves, and I'll see you in a bit!"
"Farewell, then," Gail calls after the traveler, helping the now concious Tanis to his feet before turning to Sorel. "Make sure he stays up. I'm going after them."
Dam finds several healing items in Cynthia's stores: 7 Medical Herbs, two Healing Waters (potions of CCW)
"I think we're going to need this more than the healer," Dicem said, slipping the items into his pack seconds before Gail arrived. "Let's go."
Langston's whiskers twitched. "Place damn well reeks, make's my nose itch," he spoke, continuing to play follow the leader.
"But... what if the other healer comes back and needs supplies?" Graigus asked.
"The healer would patch us up anyway... what's to say he wouldn't use these very items to do it? Chances are, we just saved this town; the least we can do is get our injuries taken care off."
Stoltz sniffs the air with a thoughtful expression after the ratfolk's comment. "Funny...I don't smell anything. You say the scent makes your nose itch, friend rat?"
Langston nodded. "Aye. 'minds me of the cannons we use at the circus. Never much cared for 'em, 'mazing as they are."
Stoltz nods. "I see...you must be smelling sulfur...an ingredient in gunpowder and coal that causes an itchy feeling to those that smell it when it is either burned or found in mass quantities."
"Makes sense to me then," Langston replied. "Sure I've overheard the folks talking about gunpowder before. Not really my cup though, the science, so I'm with your guess here."
The tinker chuckles at this response. "Is that so? I find science rather fascinating myself...I've read much about alchemy in the process of learning about the Ancients. The knowledge is rather useful in fashioning things like the aforementioned gunpowder for my rifle."
Langston nodded. "Oh, it's not that I don't find it interesting. Just the urge to study it's never really struck me, so guess I've never much thought about it."
Stoltz nods. "That makes sense...what is it that you do that has given you experience with gunpowder anyway, if you don't mind my inquiring?"
"Ever got the urge to stand above hundreds of people and do tricks balancin' on a rope?" The ratfolk grinned again.
The armadillian arches an eyebrow. "No, I can't say that I have. I don't think a fellow of my build would balance all that well," he replies, grinning slightly
"Imagine most folks say the same; probably why they're so amused watching it, I bet. But at the circus just one of the many amazing things you can see. Even got cannons there; probably why I'm smellin' powder."
The group then makes its way back to the square.
((Sorel...))
Sorel catches the apple, rather clumsily. Looking it over, he sees no bruises, holes, or signs of spoilage. He puts the apple in his pouch, and proceeds to run his hands over his robe, the rents and tears made by fiendish weapons closing shut.
The half-giant's healing is unexpected, but welcome. Sorel murmurs his thanks as he whistles for Lunauga.
((1+5 + 1+5 from two CLWs means Sorel's full. Yay for worst possible rolls.
Casting Mending on his robe. I didn't prepare it, strictly speaking, but it's a 0-level spell and I think we're done for the day. If you want me to wait till tomorrow, lemme know.
While we're at it, here's Sorel's prepared spell list for tomorrow.
Spells Prepared
Level 0) 5/5 Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Mending
Level 1) 5/5 Cloudburst, Cure Light Wounds, Entangle, Obscuring Mist, Silvered Claws
Level 2) 4/4 Barkskin, Dessicate, Mass Snake's Swiftness, Owl's Wisdom
Level 3) 3/3 Call Lightning, Haboob, Protection from Energy ))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri May 12, 2006 6:33 pm
Kayla catches the apple with ease and takes a bite out of it. Once finished chewing, she nods to Coventry, but says nothing. Her gaze turns to the limp form of Tanis. At least he's ok... ((Kayla isn't going to admit her concern for anyone else out loud. ))

Posted by: Alpha Fri May 12, 2006 6:40 pm
Tanis opens his eyes, finding himself on the ground with everybody around him. He can't remember what happened. Only... trying to run...and pain. The rest is blackness. Feeling severely ashamed of himself, he barely manages any words. : "I...I... *he falters* Thank you."
He finds he can say no more and can not move very much. He's still pretty battered, mentally and pshyically.
((What HP will he be at? I'm not sure))

Posted by: Tarethen Fri May 12, 2006 8:45 pm
Farain, relieved that the battle was over, relaxed. He put his bow back into the usual position on his back, adjusting the quiver at his side. "Good thing that's over... Wish I could have done more to help, though." Farain had only used a grand total of two arrows last time, but he did manage not to screw up and miss... or hit an ally. Not bad for his first real need to use the skills he had been developing for a good majority of his life.
Farain made his way over to the rest of the group; the group he would be spending quite some time with for a while now that he was involved with this search or hunt, or whatever... He looked over at Tanis who looked badly bruised and injured. "It's good to know you're still around. I know there were a few people worried about you, including myself."
Farain patted Tanis as lightly as he could on the shoulder, trying not to add any more pain to the already horrid looking catfolk.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri May 12, 2006 9:05 pm
(Anyone else need healing?) (Also, I'm going to be AFK for a bit. Feel free to use Arby as healstick as needed.)

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 12, 2006 10:33 pm
((By TUM's decree, it's the next day. Assume everyone's been healed to full (Between the those of us with healing it shouldn't be a problem) and that you all went back to bed. Except Tanis, who gets a room at the inn and hopefully never ever makes that mistake again.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat May 13, 2006 3:36 am
((Marine will let me know how much gold was spent for this later.)) Whether by word of mouth from one of the tavern staff or a note on your door, you are aware of a meeting to be held in one of the tavern's larger rooms. Sitting there when you arrive is Dam Dicem, a scowl adorning his face even in the morning. Once everyone is present, he speaks - and not a moment before.
"I think it's apparent we all need to have a chat..."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat May 13, 2006 3:51 am
Sorel stands in a corner of the room, back leaned against the wall. His staff is held loosely in his left hand. There is no visible sign upon him of the battle that occured the night before. As Dam speaks, the old man leans his head forward, as if his neck had suddenly gone slack. Head bowed, he waits for the rogue to say his piece.

Posted by: Cyrus Sat May 13, 2006 6:22 am
Gail simply sat in one of the opposing chairs, her blue eyes matching Dam's scowl with one of her own. It was obvious what he wanted; they had been caught off guard, and if they had mobilized any later, there would have been more graves dug than those of the town guard. Sleep had not come easily to her, the knowledge that there were more of those...things out there crawled through the back of her mind and drove away the sands of slumber. Still, she had managed to go about her day as normal, rising with the dawn and committing herself to prayer, faint dark circles under her eyes the only sign of the night's struggle. As the rogue spoke, she stood her ground, hands pitched under her chin attentively as she spoke.
: "What a coincidence. That was just what I was thinking."

Posted by: Critical Mass Sat May 13, 2006 7:26 am
Nail stands in the back, fully equipped, arms at his sides, his body tensed but motionless. The birdman says nothing but stares intensely at Dam, his face unreadable.

Posted by: Alpha Sat May 13, 2006 8:18 am
Tanis takes a seat as far from everybody else in the room as he can. He was still slightly battered and he'd gotten nearly no sleep. And when he did drop off for short the periods, the blackness that he'd experienced had not been pleasant.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Sat May 13, 2006 10:28 am
Morgan enters the room. Despite the ruckus caused by the battle his remaining night had been quieter, with no dream to disturb his sleep. He sits in a chair in the middle and stares at Dam Dicem with indifference.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat May 13, 2006 1:22 pm
Kayla enters the room and takes a seat at the table. She is fully equipped, and hiding beneath that black cloak of hers like usual. The only one that saw her face was Kria, and she intended to keep it that way. Kayla rests her arms in her lap and stares and Dam Dicem, but not a word comes from her mouth.

Posted by: Tarethen Sat May 13, 2006 4:01 pm
The centaur trotted as softly as he could into the room, taking residence against a wall that was close to the table. He took a glance at Tanis and then at the others, adjusting the bow that was resting against his back and waiting for this meeting to begin.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat May 13, 2006 4:59 pm
Arbeiten sits in the middle of the room, a curious grin on his face. In front of him sits a few apples, a small chunk of cheese, and a loaf of bread. Two tankards sit in front of him, one of water, the other of ale. He offers some to anyone who cares for such food, then settles back to listen to whatever the rogue has to say, munching contentedly on the end of the loaf.

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Sat May 13, 2006 5:49 pm
Stoltz barely stifles a yawn as he enters the room, trying to shake off the drowsiness of having just woken up shortly before finding out about the meeting. The tinker had crashed the moment he'd returned to his room, exhausted due to the battle itself and lack of sleep prior. And though he'd slept long enough to make up for this, it would be a while yet before he could be considered fully awake.
Checking his pocketwatch absently, Stoltz takes a seat at the table and places his rifle to the side as was his habit. He does not seem to pay much attention to Dam's glaring, instead looking about the table appraisingly at the condition of the other members of the group. He takes an apple when the half-giant offers some food and bites into it whilst waiting for the meeting to begin, hoping the refreshing fruit would hasten the awakening process.

Posted by: Riegien Sat May 13, 2006 5:51 pm
Bozak strides into the room in http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g15/riegien/armor2_5.jpg of a style much different than anything youve seen before. Taking a place against the wall near Sorel, he crosses his arms and quietly observes the others.

Posted by: Rusty Sat May 13, 2006 6:06 pm
*Ombligo opens up his large eyes, yawning as his stretches out his tentacles. He blinks, looking over at Mahler.* : "Morning, Mahler! I'm going to go to the main hall. I bet there's a lot of people there already!" *Ombligo floats into the room, curiously observing the crowd.*

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat May 13, 2006 10:01 pm
((5 + 17 Tumble. More than enough for a simple maneuver)) Langston was up bright and early. The rat made his way downstairs to the room and seeing it clear, entered it with a rather useless roll before pushing himself over with his hands to flip to his feet. He grinned and gave a short bow, noting how utterly morose everyone else seemed.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 14, 2006 2:37 am
"First things first... I like talking. But not now. If you aren't being asked a question, keep your mouth shut." "Second thing... you all did pretty well last night, all things considered. I hope that you all are just as good when we've got an actual battle plan," Dicem said, nodding his approval before rising from his perch near the window.
"Third... the matter of spoils," the rogue said, his eyes fixed upon Sorel as he uttered the last word. "I don't like the idea of distributing the extra money until we're done, but I can't honestly expect you all to agree to that. So this is what I'm going to do. If you want to keep your money in the group fund, do it. If you don't, don't."
"But," he added, staring each person in the eye, "If you take your money apart from everyone else, you pay for everything yourself. Healing items, room and board, your share of a caravan trip we all neet to take - everything. And if your money goes into the group fund, know that your purchases will need to be approved. By me."
"And I take notes."
Pacing back and forth in the room, Dicem looked from person to person carefully, sizing each up. After a few moments of this, he spoke.
"Where were you when you attacked, Tanis?"

Posted by: Alpha Sun May 14, 2006 2:43 am
Tanis had been staring at a point on the wall. The sudden question from Dam surprised him. He had sort of expected to be questioned, but...oh well. When he answers, his voice is still hesistant, and full of the pain that was there before. : I...I was outside the warehouse where we met Mr. Swiftjoke. I walked around one side and sat down to think. I've often slept outside recently, so I did again. *he pauses* I...didn't realise what a big mistake it would be.
Having answered the question, Tanis looks away once more, unable to keep eye contact.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 14, 2006 2:54 am
"I see. And who else slept outside of the tavern?" the young man asked, looking around. A few people raised their hands, and Dicem nodded. "Okay. It's fine. No one was told what our sleeping arrangement would be," the rouge said, rationalizing. "In the future, however, we sleep as a group. If you do not sleep with the group, I will make it my business to put a blunt arrow in your ass as a warning."
"Moving on... I want to know all about each of you. If you can cast a spell, I want to know about it. If you can put more power behind yoru attacks, I want to know about it. If you can build a robot, I want to know about it. If you can break winds that can knock a castle over or your middle name is Sally, I want to know about it. The worst way to die is through not knowing about your allies," he said, his tone serious.
"Now then... any questions from the peanut gallery so far?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 14, 2006 3:04 am
Sorel listened impassively to Dam. When he finished, the old man spoke, clearly and calmly. : "A night watch is needed for making camp as a unit to mean anything other than dying that much closer to one another. Even in populated areas, last night demonstrates, having someone alert and wary at all hours is absolutely essential. Fortunately, some of us don't need to sleep. It is amazing how lucky we truly were, that someone found Tanis and was able to pull him back from death. A less savory character might have simply stripped his corpse of anything of value and vanished like a... thief in the night."
: "In addition, I think it's essential that, as a part of knowing each others' abilities, we take great pains not to sacrifice function for redundancy. How much more easily would last night had gone if one of our many spellcasters had the appropriate dispelling incantation prepared? We as a group must make every effort to account for every contingency we reasonably can if we are to avoid another near-catastrophe. Those of us with magical abilities must confer on this matter, wouldn't you agree?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 14, 2006 3:51 am
"Tanis is indeed lucky; he'd have deserved what he got if someone stripped him and left him for dead, in my opinion," Dicem said cooly. "And as for function versus functionality... well, the geezer got the reason I need to know what you casters have in your spellbooks. As much as knowing what you can do helps, knowing what you can't do helps even more."
"Take the squid and the hunk of rock, for instance," Dam said, gesturing. "I saw that little move they pulled off, Ombligo swapping the golem and the dwarf so the golem could dust the devil. That kind of teamwork might have saved the monk's life."
"However, take the female catwoman and the birdman as an example of the opposite. Even after the half-giant announced he'd had some sort of defense ready, they instead charged headlong at a half-dozen enemies. A quick way to get killed, and if it wern't for the doctor's spell support might not have come in time. That kind of teamwork leaves a lot of bodies on the battlefield, and I don't want to see it. Ever."
"Alright... next issue from anyone?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 14, 2006 4:08 am
: "No living soul deserves to be abandoned, dead and destitute. No one deserves the disrespect of that implication. No leader has ever hung any success on overestimating the sense of those under his command, especially those for whom such militaristic standards and the totaltity of this conflict is completely alien. Mistakes were made last night, Dam Dicem, mistakes that nearly cost the life of one of our own, and prevented us from coming to the aid of several others who were not so lucky. Mistakes were made on everyone's part, and no amount of coldness or hard-hearted braggadocio will undo them, or bring us even one step closer to preventing them in the future."

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun May 14, 2006 4:26 am
Nail remains silent, his eyes narrowing at each insult directed towards the group from their so-called leader. His wings make the slightest, almost imperceptible twitch.

Posted by: Cyrus Sun May 14, 2006 4:27 am
: "I agree with you on some things, Mr. Dicem," Gail begins, raising from her seat. "I do agree that this group could benefit from the right kind of teamwork. That is why I propose we establish separate groups for combat, combining the abilities of certain members to compliment a certain goal. What these goals are to be, and the rosters of the groups I feel should be determined by the team as a whole...unless, you feel you are up to the task yourself, sir."
: "That said, perhaps you should learn the names of your charges? I have a feeling most people would take the way you approach leadership a little easier if you refered to them by name, instead of, for example, a hunk of rocks." Her piece said, Gail returns to her seat, waiting for his reply to the various questions.

Posted by: Rusty Sun May 14, 2006 4:32 am
*Ombligo's 'hair' stands on end as his tentacles flail wildly. He yells at Dicem, clearly angered by his comments.* : "...Or squids! You've got a lot of nerve calling me that! I'm not a 'squid'. I'm an intelligent being! I'm not even that old and I'm not a big jerk like you! Sure, Tanis made a mistake sleeping outside like that - but who are you say he would have deserved his fate?! How rude! Aren't leaders supposed to bring the group together, to work better as a team, not insult and threaten the group? You're wearing my patience thin, buster! I'll be happy to make suggestions when you're ready to apologize!"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 14, 2006 4:41 am
"Heh... heh heh..." "Ha hahaha... you all amuse me to no end, really," Dicem said, laughing, before his tone again became more serious. "I'm not going to lie; I've made it a habit of only being nice when I need to. It helps people take me seriously - something I do not see happening easily for you, Ombligo," the rogue said, not bothering to face the Magical Creature as he spoke. "The truth is, I'm not here to be your buddy - I'm here to do a job, and that's to keep you alive while we find Max. Think what you will of my bedside manner, but let my tactical leadership speak for itself. If you've got something you'd like to be called, say it later when I meet with you."
"Now then... back to tactical issues, like the one the silver-haired woman brought up," Dam said, looking from member to member of the group, "It's not going to happen. Not now, anyway... that last battle didn't give show me enough about how you fight or lead to split groups like that, not to mention I still don't know what some of you do with your lives outside of hunting for mythical heroes. Bring it up again later, maybe after another fight or two, and then we'll see what happens."

Posted by: Cyrus Sun May 14, 2006 4:56 am
: "I understand," Gail responds, nodding her head at the rogue's assessment. "When you have had to judge our abilities properly, I will, trust me."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 14, 2006 4:57 am
"You must be truly blessed, then, to have gotten through life being taken seriously as a preening cynic." Sorel steps forward, into the center of the room, facing Dam. His left hand is gripped tightly about his staff, and his right rests in his pouch, around the still-ripe apple given to him by Coventry the night before.
: "In any event, Gail brings up an important point. We do need, even now, a diffusion of duty. Small things, unrelated to combat, that are nontheless important and to which attention must be paid. The aforementioned night watch, diplomatic intermediaries, scouts, spies, diviners, and other gatherers of information, all these things will be needed soon, perhaps this very day, to help guide us to the next step. Last night -- early last night -- you decided upon a tenative course of action, but that at least another day must be devoted to gathering intelligence. Just yesterday you spoke of tests, and today you further imply the same. I ask you, do we have time for this? It is no doubt the most effective path, but also the least efficient. I propose that those among us skilled in sifting important knowledge from the surrounding world be sent out immediately upon the conclusion of this meeting, and that another meeting be scheduled in this place later tonight, where we can share what we've gathered, and plan out the next step. Today should be enough, I think, for you to learn all about us we can tell. Time, experience, and battle will tell you the rest."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 14, 2006 5:12 am
"Very well... time is of the essence, after all. if I'm already grating on nerves, you're all free to go for now; Sorel, since you and Ombligo seem determined to be my antithesis, spend some time gathering information. Report what you've found as soon as you're done, so I have time to book us a ship today if need be."
"Wait, one more thing," the rogue said, "Back to the group fund. If you don't have any purchases to make and you're contributing money, do it now. As for meetings, they begin in a half hour after I've had time to deal with things around town; everyone needs to check in today at some point."
((Assume Dicem collects the money from those who want to contribute before they leave. And if you're going to spend money upgrading anything now, do it before you contribute.))

Posted by: Cyrus Sun May 14, 2006 7:13 am
A short while after the meeting, Gail stood before the room their leader had designated as the interview room. She takes a deep breath before entering, wondering what questions he would ask...or what he already knew. Raising her head, she steps inside, closing the door after she enters.
: "You're the first; I like that," Dicem said as Gail entered, closing a book. "Sit down and tell me your name."
: "Gail Haubrekt, after my mother," she says, pulling up a nearby chair and sitting as ordered. "I am a paladin of the Light, and born in the small farming town of Ribble."
: "Interesting hair, Gail," Dicem said. "Tell me, Gail... what do you do with yourself? I rarely see young ladies traveling in armor like that."
: "I fight evil with evil, hoping that my actions today lead to its reduction in the future," she answers, completely straight-faced. "And I happen to like my hair."
: "I never said I didn't like it; I just wonder if there aren't other bloodlines mixed in with yours somewhere. Elven, maybe?"
Gail sighs as the rogue voices his question. She had hoped to avoid this. She also knew hiding it now would do nothing to help anyone, so she brought her face up and stared him straight in the eyes.
:"Celestial. My father was celestial."
: "I see," Dam said, looking her up and down for a moment before continuing. "You wern't happy last night, were you?"
:"No, I wasn't. Why do you ask, if you don't mind me asking something?"
: "I don't doubt we'll run into more devils, even possibly true demons; if you've got skills that make you better at combating them, I'd like to know."
: "The Light allows me to see their evil, though it does not differentiate against mortal and fiendish evil. Also, my blade can be guided to cut deeper into their fell ranks, though this gift is not indefinite."
: "Mmm... a paladin through and through, if I read you right," Dicem said, nodding. "I see only paladins and other more disciplined fighters in such armor; your penchant for all things good seems to point to the latter. Tell me... have you mastered any spells?"
The paladin nods. "They are few in number, but have proven their worth to me time and again. And wouldn't it be the former, Mr. Dicem?"
: "Sharp... I like that," Dam said. "It seems intelligence was not overlooked for zeal."
A small "Heh" escapes Gail's lips before she responds. "Any man can throw himself at a tiger. It takes a smart warrior to stand aside and let the tiger pass."
: "Truer words were never spoken," the orange-haired youth commented. "How are your social skills - diplomacy, gathering information, things like that?"
: "As my mentor told me, there is nothing more important than to know what people are saying and to say what they wish to hear. Aside from a blade in your hands and a suit of armor, that is."
: "Your mentor was a wise man," Dam said, nodding. "I think that's all for now, Gail. One thing, though... if you don't wish your celestial heritage to be known, I won't mention it. That's personal information not relevant to our mission."
: "I would prefer that, thank you."
: "It's no problem at all," Dicem said, nodding. "The rest of the day is yours; do with it what you will."
Gail nods, raising before bowing at the group's leader. She keeps her eyes on Dam as she does so, then raises, leaving the room.

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun May 14, 2006 7:23 am
"Hmm... didn't expect you to be the second one in," Dam said, as Nail entered the room. "Sit down and give me your name." Nail grabs a chair and places it close to the bed, looking down at the human. "You don't even know the names of those you work with? Nail."
"That's the whole point of this meeting, Nail... to get to know you far better than you'd probably like," Dicem said. "Where are you from, Nail?"
The birdman says nothing for a moment, then replies with a single word. "Rune." He sits perfectly still, waiting for Dicem to continue.
"Rune's a big place, Nail, and I'm not familiar with the places where birdmen who shred things for a living tend to reside. Name the city," Dicem said, picking up a book and beginning to read.
His eyes narrow and follow the book, a sharp edge entering his voice. "We will speak with respect or not at all. And that is an unimportant question."
"I happen to think it's very important," Dicem said, continuing to skim the book. "Where you live determines what you do for a living and how you fight. It also determines the general attitude of what is and isn't acceptable, which helps me understand whether your attitude towards things will mesh with those of your allies. Of course," he added, "If you just want to answer those questions separately, feel free to. I have time."
"You did not hire me," Nail responds coldly. "Swiftjoke has all the information he needed. If you have questions about my abilities, go to him. If you have something important to say, do so now. There are important things that need to be done while we waste time chatting."
"Nail, you don't much care for me, do you?" Dam asked, closing the book as he looked at the birdman.
"You claim to be our tactition and one under your care has already fallen in battle. You claim to be our leader and you have done nothing but attempt to show off. You are an immature child, Dicem, and I do not trust you, not as a person, and not as a commander." The birdman leans forward, closing the distance between the two's faces. "I will put up with you so long as it is in the contract. But understand exactly how I feel about you."
"That's good; I like that," Dam said, a thin smile spreading across his face. "I find you to be arrogant and too focused on the physical, if I read your battle style right; I honestly wouldn't ever think of having someone like you within ten feet of me. But I also see that you're effective at what you do, and as long as you do that my opinion of you means nothing. You're free to go," he added, opening the book again.
Nail grunts and heads for the exit, stopping halfway through the door. He stands motionless, his back to the human. "There are those among us who are not used to fighting. Last night was the first time most of them have ever seen combat. You will be the death of them." Without another word, the birdman takes his leave.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 14, 2006 7:47 am
((This takes place immediately after the meeting.)) After Dam finishes, Sorel approaches Stoltz, leaning in on his staff to speak to the tinker. : "I'd like to speak with you, if you have a moment. Outside, preferably." Stoltz, having just finished his apple, reaches for another one when he's addressed, somewhat surprising the armadillian. Looking at the elderly human, he nods at the request as he grabs a fresh apple in one hand and his rifle in the other and rises from his chair. "Sure thing. I don't believe I have anywhere else to be...lead on."
Nodding, Sorel turns and leads Stoltz out of the inn, into the streets of Hassan. They walk in silence for a moment until he speaks.
: "I must confess, I share your disappointment," he says.
Blinking at this comment, the tinker's ears twitching slightly, he doesn't respond immediatly, but after a moment grins with a good-natured expression. "Was it that obvious?"
Sorel continues walking.
: "Most people -- most honest people, I should say -- don't make it a point to conceal their thoughts and feelings. Such things are easy to see in peoples' faces, provided one has the patience to look."
Stoltz nods. "That's true...Ma used to tell me stuff like that. 'People are like books, Stoltz. They aren't difficult to understand, all you need do is take the time to read 'em.'" The armadillian grins broadly with a slight chuckle. "She said I was the most open book of all."
Sorel smiles.
: "Such openness and honesty is an admirable thing. Tell me, what is your profession? What do you intend to settle down and do when our work is done?"
"Well, I'm a tinker by profession, and a historian by hobby. The technology of the Ancient people fascinates me...I wish to learn all I can about their civilization, their creations, their way of life...then I will do my part to restore that which was lost over time, like the great inventors and researchers before me." Stoltz falls silent for a bit after saying this, taking a moment to think about the second question.
Sorel nods as they walk, allowing the tinker time to collect his thoughts and continue.
After a bit more silence, the tinker finally speaks. "As for my future intentions...well, that I am not quite decided upon yet. But...methinks I'll try to become a renowned craftsman like Pa. Just...with metal instead of wood. And with my spare time, I wish to expand my historical knowledge...learn all there is to know about the past of this world that we live in, and maybe chronicle all that knowledge so that the generations to follow may benefit...in a nutshell, I wish to make proud the legacy of my family, and at the same time make something of myself uniquely."
: "The proud goal of every good-hearted youth," Sorel says. "I'm sorry I can't be more help to you as a historian. I spent most of my life away from the events of the civilized world. Yours are noble aims, to be sure, and I look forward to doing what I can to help you along."
Stoltz grins broadly. "No need to be sorry, my friend. I'll appreciate any help I recieve in my endeavor, no matter how small or great. A burden even slightly lightened is still less of a burden, afterall. And how about you? What are your aims, comrade?"
: "I aim to live out my days repaying a debt," Sorel says. "One to someone who was lost to me a long time ago."
"Ah, I see..." Stoltz says softly, his ears slightly lowering. "This someone must've been important to ya...well!" He perks up with an honest smile. "In return for your helping me with my goals, I'll help you with yours, comrade! What does this debt of yours entail, if I may ask?"
The smile fades from Sorel's face, and his eyes focus on something impossibly distant.
: "The woman I love gave her life so I could go into the world and offer aid to the needy, protect the weak, and uphold the balance of nature."
"Oh...that kind of debt..." The armadillian rubs the back of his head a bit nervously, getting the feeling he just pried when he shouldn't have. "I apologize if I brought up anythin' better left untouched upon...though if it's any help to ya...I'll try to make my inventions as environmentally sound as I can, to not cause problems with nature." He makes a slight grin after this comment.
Sorel seems to come back into focus, then laughs lightly, almost musically.
: "No need to apologize, my friend. I would not offer what I was unwilling to share. I haven't spoken about it since... well, ever, actually. Mahler never asked, and I think Ombligo's too young to understand. I haven't known anyone else more than in passing since I set out. It's good to talk again."
The knowledge that the druid wasn't upset by the subject seems to cheer up Stoltz. "Well that's good to hear. I haven't had much opportunity to make friends since I left home myself, actually...libraries and ruins aren't exactly places to become a social butterfly. So this journey should be good for both of us as far as getting to know new people is concerned."
: "Indeed it shall," Sorel says, before turning the subject gently away from its current track. "Meeting new people can breed conflict as well, if this morning's meeting is any indication."
Stoltz frowns slightly at the reminder of the meeting, nodding in affirmation. "That it can...it seems like there will be a fair share of hostility to work through before we can all work like a proper group. Especially in relations to our leader, Mr. Dicem."
Sorel's expression is neutral.
: "I believe we will come around, come together. Dam is young himself, and needs just as much understanding and acceptance. He will learn, soon enough, how much more effective he will be if he is respectful in demeanor. We are not a group fundamentally at odds with one another. Conflict should iron itself out in time, I think. I hope, at least."
: "I can't imagine a worse start, I must admit. Do you think we will unify as easily as I hope?"
Stoltz considers the question, then nods. "Well, from the members of the group I've met so far, many seem friendly enough, and quite willing to work together. There are a couple that seem more the loner type...but given time, they'll probably come around as well." He grins humorously. "If we manage to make it through today without anyone coming to blows with eachother, then I'd say there's hope for this group yet."
Sorel grins in return.
: "Excellent. Optimism is the single greatest weapon against distrust, discontent, and low morale. I truly hope more among us are as blessed with it as you are." He pauses for a moment while they walk, before speaking again. "I want you to know I'm always available to listen, or offer advice. Come to me if you find your optimism wanes. Come to me if you're full to bursting with enthusiasm and need to detonate on someone. I would also very much like to remain abreast of your progress with technology."
The tinker chuckles as he responds. "I shall indeed remember that, and offer the same to you. I may not be loaded with social experience, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to listen. As for my progress, I'll gladly fill you in on any advances I make if you're interested in knowing. I've been working on a project for quite some time now actually...though I may have to deviate from my plan a bit to work on my rifle...I wish to find some way to increase my accuracy, so my ammunition ends up in the opposition in our next battle, rather than the surrounding scenery."
Sorel nods.
: "I'm afraid it will have to wait until later tonight, however. There are things I must attend to, a meeting with Dam chief among them, followed by some time gathering information. Unfortunately, I have no skill in doing so and nothing to offer but the sympathetic ear of an old man."
Stoltz grins broadly. "Now that, I can help out with. I've become rather good at learning what I need to from the casual encounters I make on my travels...I suppose I picked that skill up from Ma. I'll gladly help procure some information from the locals if needed. Though I'm afraid I'm not sure exactly what it is we're trying to find out..."
Sorel thinks for a moment before answering.
: "I was planning to glean what I could in general rumors, and specifically those about Devil Kings, the Cult Derrik mentioned, and the hero Max himself."
Stoltz nods. "Ah yes, Max...the hero that defeated Dark Dragon in the Second Shining War...I certainly didn't expect we'd be searching for such a legendary individual on this quest...especially considering before yesterday I was among the masses that believe him to be dead."
: "I did as well. Well, it certainly makes for an exciting quest as well as a dangerous one. Very well, I shall say goodbye for a while. I'd like to meet in late afternoon, if we could, after we've both had a chance to comb the taverns. Now, I have to find Lunauga, speak to Dam, have a word with Ombligo, and then set about harvesting gossip."
The old man extends his hand to Stoltz.
: "Until later, then?"
With a broad smile, the armadillian happily clasps the offered hand. "Indeed, until later...um...oh my..." He chuckles a bit, mildly embarassed. "It just now occurs to me...all this wonderful discussion and yet I never introduced myself, or asked your name, comrade...in fact, if memory serves, I do believe I've neglected such basic manners in all my encounters with members of the group...how absent-minded of me!"
Sorel smiles.
: "I am Sorel."
Stoltz nods. "And I'm Stoltz. I am quite glad to make your acquaintance, Sorel, and look forward to travelling with you."
The old man smiles again.
: "I as well. Farewell, Stoltz."
"Farewell, my friend. Good luck in your search for information!" The tinker grins, then departs to see what he can find out as well.

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun May 14, 2006 8:00 am
Doublepost

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 14, 2006 8:03 am
Some time after speaking with Stoltz and attending to Lunauga, Sorel approaches Dam in his room, his staff making rhythmic clacks against the floor with every step he takes. : "Now is a good time," he says. : "I thought I asked you to gather information, Sorel," Dicem said, his eyes scanning a book. "Take care of that as soon as we're done; I don't know how long it's going to take to get a boat."
: "You did, and I shall. It is early, yet, however, and the pubs and inns aren't yet full. To go now would be like harvesting before your crop comes in."
: "Point noted," Dicem said, closing the book. "Do you have a spellbook I can look at?"
Sorel shakes his head.
: "My magic doesn't come out of a book. I set down and face west each night at sunset, meditating, and I ask for nature's blessing each dawn, facing now to the east. With enough forewarning I believe I could provide most forms of magical support. Elemental attacks, healing, protection, broad battlefield control, all are gifts of nature, should I ask for them."
: "Nature's been kind to you," Dicem said, nodding. "Very well... that works for now, I suppose. Although, I do need to know how well you can do in terms of protection and warding."
: "I can provide shielding from the elements, I can toughen the hide, I can offer the might of a bull, the sturdy constitution of a bear, and lend one the agility of a cat. The cunning of a fox, the insight of an owl, the grandeur and imposition of the mighty eagle. All are gifts of nature, and all are things I can provide. There are spells that would allow me to will those around to blend into their surroundings, to charge and pounce like the mighty lion, and to lash out with the sudden ferocity of a snake. When the time comes, simply tell me what you will need, and I will ask it."
: "Expect that I will," the rogue said, nodding. "How are your people skills? Better than mine, obviously, but how much better?"
Sorel looks into Dam's eyes for a moment.
: "Age has lent me a dignity to which many offer more respect than they normally would. I lived for a long time among beings that were the living embodiments of charm, beauty, and grace. Some of it rubbed off on me, I suppose."
: "I see," Dam said. "Your sleeping patterns?"
: "I do not sleep," Sorel says simply. "If need be, I can ask a fresh repertoire of magic in only two hours of meditation."
: "That's a very good thing to know, Sorel," Dam said. "Do you have any objections to leading the night watch, then? I can at least rely on you to make sure the other person posted isn't out cold."
: "I would not have suggested it if I had any qualms about keeping watch."
: "I assume you still need to eat, though?" the red-haired youth asked, looking the druid squarely in the eye.
: "I haven't eaten since you were nursing," Sorel says. "However, if called upon I believe I could still hunt, gather, and forage enough to feed twenty."
: "Good to know, but what I asked was whether you need to eat," Dam said, his eyes still fixed on the man before him.
: "I do not."
: "I see," the orange-haired youth said, nodding. "One last question, Sorel, then you can go. Where did you live that you have no need of food or drink?"
Sorel smiles and his gaze drifts onto something distant and unseen.
: "I lived among the fey folk in Fairy Woods. However, I do not believe my lack of need for sustenance comes directly from my time there."
: "And what do you think it stems from?" Dam asked, his voice neutral.
: "A promise I made," Sorel says, expression still wistful.
: "You're free to go Sorel... but I want you to do something else," the rogue said.
: "Oh?"
: "I'm a liar through and through; I can bluff my way through life, and I like it that way. You, obviously aren't that kind of man," the fiery-headed youth said.
: "Don't let me do anything that would make you break that promise."
Sorel comes back into focus.
: "I don't intend to," he says. "I assume my watch will start after the meeting tonight?"
: "Considering last night's little visit, that would be wise," the rogue said, nodding. "I'll speak with you again after you've seen what other information Hassan can offer."
Sorel nods, heading off without another word.

Posted by: Rusty Sun May 14, 2006 8:08 am
Sorel leaves the meeting with Dam feeling somewhat more optimistic about the leader, and their mutual fate. He wanders around Hassan for a while, before finding Lunauga perched in the eaves of a temple. Satisfied the owl would come to no harm, he seeks out Ombligo, finding the magic creature in the tavern room of the inn.
: "Hello, Ombligo," Sorel says.
*Ombligo waves to Sorel, floating over to him.*
: "Hey, Sorel. What's up?"
Sorel looks down at the creature warmly, gesturing over to an unoccupied table.
: "I wanted to talk to you. You mind if we go over here? I'm a bit tired."
*Ombligo blinks.*
: "Um, OK." *He floats above one of the seats, his little red cape partially resting on the chair.*
Sorel heads over to the table, taking a seat. His joints creak as he sits.
: "Specifically, I wanted to talk to you about the meeting this morning."
: "What about it?"
: "I think you know what. I heard the way Dam spoke to you, and I know how angry you must have felt."
: "He's just a big jerk that doesn't understand anybody." *Ombligo says, folding his tentacles.*
: "He's also very rude. How could he say that about Tanis? Whose side is he on?"
Sorel nods, looking into Ombligo's eyes.
: "I understand what you're saying, but please, just hear me out. Dam is... a young man. He makes mistakes. What he said this morning... he was angry, just as you are now. I know that he would have done everything he could to save Tanis had he known."
: "And Derrik couldn't find a more qualified leader? One that could 'keep his cool'?"
: "I'm sure Derrik has his reasons, and Dam hasn't shown himself to be incompetent. What happened last night was an unqualified disaster, and the blame isn't solely his to bear. Dam is not... a nice person, Ombligo. Not as nice as you, or I, or Mahler. Not nice at all, unless it benefits him to be. But I ask you, Ombligo, do you think that makes him a bad person? A bad leader?"
: "Yeah. It definitely makes him a bad person! Good people aren't jerks. Good people can have flaws, but I don't think being a jerk counts - not unless they still do good things, anyway. I guess I can't say bad leader just yet, but it's not a good idea to insult your workers, so he hasn't been showing himself to be a good leader yet, I think."
Sorel purses his lips before speaking.
: "I would say, that perhaps he has not had a chance to lead? As for good things, did you not remember how, last night, he stood and defended us against the devils? Defended me, who was helpless on the ground. Do you think a bad person would have done that?"
: "He was just doing his job. He doesn't care about any of us."
: "Ombligo, I know this is hard for you to understand, but... not everyone is as good as you are. You are perfect: trusting, happy, cheerful, caring, and brave. I've hardly met anyone else like you. Dam is... not perfect. He doesn't care about people he just met. However, he has a sense of duty, and a good heart. He will in time. If you help him."
: "How can I help him?"
: "Show him. Lead by example. Follow the Golden Rule. Meet him with nothing but kindness, deference, and respect. When you have a disagreement, voice it calmly and clearly. When you disapprove of his action, be frank, but courteous. When he scolds or mocks you, let it wash over you like water over a stone. It is a very hard thing I'm asking you to do, and I don't expect you to do it all right away. I think you should start by meeting with him as he asked, and then coming with me to gather information."
"Well...I don't know. Do you really think a person like him can change?"
: "I don't know. He's still young. He doesn't seem to set in his ways, and he's certainly willing to listen to good advice and to take it. I think he just may be."
: "But he said he won't take me seriously."
: "When one wishes to be taken seriously, one must first be serious. Be calm, cool, collected, and mature, and between that and your magic, he will take you seriously."
: "I doubt it, Sorel. Most humans aren't as perceptive as you are. They either freak out when they see me or they think I'm some sort of pet."
: "Most humans live second to second, and don't take or have time to contemplate or look beneath the surface. Should you do as I have asked you, you will leave him no choice but to respect you. Meet with him, and if you still dislike him too much to go on, come seek me out and I will help you then."
: "Okay..."
Sorel stands.
: "Dam is upstairs. Do you want me to wait down here until you're finished?"
: "Okay. I'll let you know how it goes."
Sorel smiles at Ombligo.
: "Good luck," he says.
: "Thanks..." *Ombligo sighs as he floats towards the steps.*

Posted by: Alpha Sun May 14, 2006 12:11 pm
When Dam proclaims that Tanis would have deserved what he could have got, he looks up again. This time though, there's anger flashing in his eyes. How was I supposed to know we'd be attacked? I didn't really expect it to happen. : "It's a good thing then Mr. Dicem, that I do not yet seek out your opinion."
Tanis stands. He's obviously both angry and slightly distressed.
: "I will talk to you later, if that's your wish," an unmistakable edge in the words.
With that, Tanis strides from the room, not really wanting to associate with people.
((Buying an Amulet of Health +2 for 4,000gp if that's fine and ok. If so, Tanis' max hp is back up to 29))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Sun May 14, 2006 3:04 pm
((My new spells list : Level 0 : Read Magic, Read Magic, Resistance, Disrupt Undead, Disrupt Undead Level 1 : Shield, Persistent Blade, Protection from Evil, Spirit Worm, Magic Missile, Chill Touch Level 2 : Spectral Hand, Death Armor, Blindness/Deafness, Light of Mercuria, Bonefiddle
Level 3 : Greater Disrupt Undead, Ghoul Touch (Heightened), Ghoul Touch (Heightened), Mass Curse of Impending Blades.))
Morgan stands up when Dam comes to collect funds from the different members of the group.
: "I'll contribute...... but later. I have some important purchase to make first. Expect me to bring my remaining gold on our future meeting."
That said, he leaves the room and heads for the shop he visited the day before.
((Bought scrolls of Dispel Magic and Halt Undead for 450 gold each.
Casts Read Magic twice to decipher those spells.
Taking 10 to learn each one at the end of this day as I exceed the DC whatever is my result))

Posted by: Aldur Sun May 14, 2006 4:08 pm
((Kria hands over 217 gold to put in the group fund.)) The catfolk girl had been strangely quiet, giggling to herself from time to time. Once she found Tanis was alright she had gone back to her normal self. She didn't like the way Dam insulted her. Her brows furrowed.
How was she to know they were silenced? It was all good for him. Hindsight being 20/20 and all.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun May 14, 2006 11:25 pm
((Kind of hard to stare someone in the eye with their cloak on, eh?)) Kayla remains silent during the meeting, her eyes following Dam Dicem as he moves around the room. After the meeting is called off, she stands up and walks out. "So my options are either to trust him with my money, or keep it in my money sack. Both present pros and cons. If I give him my money, I won't have to worry about a place to sleep, food, or travel expenses. However, he has to approve any purchase that I make, and I hate people telling me what I can and can't buy. If I keep my money, I can spend it as I wish, but if I run out of money for necessities, I'm on my own. Hmm, decisions, decisions..."
Kayla sighs heavily. She tries to weigh her options, and see which choice would be most beneficial to her.

Posted by: Aldur Sun May 14, 2006 11:39 pm
((Ahem. So, What if you're not online and other people want their interview? We all have to wait on you now? =P))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon May 15, 2006 12:16 am
Coventry had sat silently through the meeting, his fingers tented and a smirk on his face. As the meeting ended, he stood abruptly, "I'll handle my own finances but thank you for your...generous...offer to manage my gold." He chuckles softly, his eyes meeting Dam's with amusement, then he turns and walks from the room.
((The Doctor will be not making use of the group fund.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon May 15, 2006 12:25 am

QUOTE (Aldur @ Sun May 14, 2006 6:39 pm)
((Ahem. So, What if you're not online and other people want their interview? We all have to wait on you now? =P))

((You should know that I'm not online at wacko hours like everyone else. Whatever, mine probably isn't going to get done anyway))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon May 15, 2006 3:23 am
((I'll be on earlier than usual tomorrow, to accomodate those who tend to be on during what's early morning for me. And if you don't feel like waiting that long, start the interview in a PM. We do have a week to get this done before we go anywhere; I'll do what I can to get to everyone, so long as you meet me halfway.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon May 15, 2006 4:12 am
Coventry approaches Sorel, now wearing a pair of wire frame glasses, he slows as he nears and speaks in a loud overly pronounced voice, "HELLO THERE. I AM THE EXPEDITION'S DOCTOR..." He extents his hand, "...COVENTRY." Sorel cups a hand to his ear and leans in. "Ehh? What's that?"
Coventry leans closer, speaking louder, "HELLO THERE. I AM THE EXPEDITION DOCTOR, COVENTRY."
"Oh. Well why didn't you say that the first time?" Sorel says, waving a hand over the nearby empty chairs. "Sit, please."
Coventry nods pointedly, taking the offered seat slowly, "THANK YOU." He leans close to Sorel, "I AM CONDUCTING INTERVIEWS ABOUT THE HEALTH OF THE GROUP. I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS FOR YOU."
Sorel bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing. "Ask away, Doctor."
Coventry nods, "THANK YOU." He pulls a parchment and feather quill pen from his bag, "NOW... ARE YOU ALLICTED BY ANY CURSES, ILLNESSES, OR ALLERGIES THAT I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?"
The old man tents his hands, thinking. "Curses... no. Illnesses... my joints ache a bit, but it doesn't slow me down. Allergies... it's probably moot because I haven't eaten in so long, but kola nuts give me terrible gas."
Coventry frowns deeply, "K-O-L-A NUTS..." He writes for a moment, then looks up, "WHAT IS YOUR AGE, RACE, AND GENDER?"
Sorel replies, "Human male, aged 65 years." Sorel raises a hand, to temporarily halt the flow of questioning. "Do you mind terribly, Doctor, if I ask what exactly compels you to try so hard to annoy people?"
Coventry looks at Sorel in confusion, his words louder and even more over pronounced now, "I THINK YOU MISUNDERSTOOD ME. I AM ATTEMPTING TO CARE FOR YOUR HEALTH."
Sorel bites his lip again, and a long moment passes before he speaks. "Oh, of course. My mistake. Only, speak up a bit, I'm having trouble hearing."
Coventry smiles, speaking in a normal voice while leaning back in the seat, "My bad, now are you shielded from spellcasting in a manner that would prevent restorative casting?"
Sorel replies, "I have no innate resistance to magic, no. Nor am I wearing any items that would confer such benefits."
Coventry nods, writing this down, "I see..." He pauses, glancing at the old druid through his glasses, "...Alright, final question. Have you engaged in sexual intercourse..." He frowns, "...and you can spare me the details, old man."
"Yes." The old man says simply.
The doctor nods, "To be expected at your age... That means that certain spells and items will have no affect on you." He shrugs, "I suppose its a fair trade."
"I can think of worse ones," Sorel says. "That will be all, then, I assume? Mr. Dicem is upstairs. Perhaps you two could inverview each other simultaneously?"
Coventry nods, "I was planning on it." He slowly stands, then pauses, "Oh... Do you still have that apple I gave you?"
Sorel nods. "I do."
Coventry asks simply, "Why?"
Sorel replies, "You expected me to throw it away?"
Coventry smiles, "I was wondering... You don't seem to have many possessions, I was going to throw gold but it seemed a waste." He begins to walk away.
Sorel watches the doctor depart. "A waste indeed..." he says softly.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon May 15, 2006 6:08 am
Kria, after looking around the becoming rapidly boring Hassan returns to the meeting area. And then knocks on Dam's door, Humming to herself. "Come in, sit down and give me your name," Dicem said, waiting for the person on the other side to enter.
Kria giggled, slapping the door open and slamming it behind her, an inane grin plastered across her face as she skipped over to the rogue. "I'm Kria. Kria Malicia Aravina Peregla Kystalpaw."
"And what is it you do with your time, Kria Malicia Aravina Peregla Kystalpaw?" Dicem said, his nose buried in a book.
Kria pouted, looking suspiciously at the book. Did it contain knowledge on bangles? Or flashy things? She cleared her throat. "I'm an apprentice Singer, or well I was anyway."
"I see... and do all apprentice singers toss bursts of magic I've never seen before and wield bastard swords?" the orange-haired youth said, still reading. "Or should I attend performances more often?"
"Oh that. That's not my profession. That's what everyone can do where I'm from. I mean, it's not that special a thing. Right?" She grins, tilting her head, putting on a vapid expression.
"Aboslutely. Nothing special at all. In fact, why is such a plain jane like yourself anywhere near here? What can you do that makes you worth keeing around?"
Kria groans, tempted to steal Dam's book away. "I have an eye for pretty things. And...I'm the only spellcaster that doesn't need to speak. Well...kinda. I guess. But I'm not really a caster..."
"Explain to me how your abilities function, then," Dam said, closing the book before staring directly into her eyes. "I'm all ears."
Kria shifts a little, the rogues gaze somewhat disconcerting. the catfolk nodded and then tried to explain. "I um, point and things go boom. And that's how it works. I can do it as much as I like and at will. Everyone in my home can. It's like...our thing. Ya know?"
"Convenient indeed, I'd wager," Dam said, nodding. "Do you cast spells traditionally at all, or do you tend to point and blast your way through things?"
"Um...nope. I don't get the whole creating fireballs and flying and stuff...yet. I learn more tricks as I fight more! Least that's what Tanis says! I have the ability to cast a thingy to see as normal into any darkness." She looks at him closely, a spark of intelligent life lurking inside the catgirl somewhere. She blinks, becoming vapid again. "So. Yeah. I'm a Warlock. Like the rest of the family."
"Mmm. How are your melee combat abilities?" Dam said, his eyes still fixed firmly on Kria's.
The ditzy Warlock frowned. "My Me-wha?"
"Your skills with that sword, then," Dam said, gaze unwavering.
"Oh! Slashy stuff. I'm not bad. Better than most bow bow or magic magic people. I also seem to have some sort of slight protection from hits. Dark powers and all that stuff make me...what was the word he used...re-si-li-ent?"
"Mmm... and I can imagine what your people skills are like from this conversation," Dam said. "Kria... how easily offended are you?"
"Um, as long as no one's calling me fat...not at all." She pouts, and looks down at herself. "You don't think I'm fat do you?"
"Your weight isn't an issue here," Dicem said dismissively. "Kria, I'm going to say some things, and I want you to take them as advice. Understand?"
Kria nods, and tilts her head in the other direction. "How else could I take it? ...eww."
"Kria, how old are you?" Dam asked.
She giggles demurely, winking at Dam. "Why, Mr. Dicem. Guess."
"You don't want me to guess, because between your attitude and your speech I'd likely guess much lower than you'd like," Dam said. "This is not going to be a game, Kria... I do hope you understand that. The way Tanis was injured and you yourself nearly died... that may happen again. And you will have to kill - hopefully only creatures of pure evil, but perhaps evil people as well. If you don't take this mission seriously now, start to. Are there any questions about that?"
"Nope. I mash the bad guys and don't get mashed myself. Wha? It's not like I've not done this before." She smiled, eyes glittering somewhat maliciously at his scathing comment.
"Good. The rest of the day is yours," Dicem said, eyes returning to the book. "And lose the bangles... they don't make for quiet traveling, and if I take an arrow to the leg because of the racket I'm going to pull it out and jam it in your leg."
"Touch my leg Mr. Dicem and you may not survive the morning." She giggled, winking and stood, heading towards the door. "One last thing. My bangles are skin tight. They don't make noise. And, oh yeah! I forgot to say. Respect goes two ways remember!" She left the room swiftly, shaking her head. Darn. I beat him around the head with it and he didn't seem to notice...oh well. I'll fix that later. Shopping time! Kria smirked and skipped out of the building.
Interesting, Dicem thought, an amused expression on his face.

Posted by: Rusty Mon May 15, 2006 6:17 am
*Ombligo floats by the door, slapping it with his tentacle to knock.* "Come in," Dicem called from the other side of the door. *Ombligo struggles a bit, but manages to twist the door-knob and opens up the door, floating inside the room.* "Ah Ombligo... I'd offer you a seat, but I don't know if you sit. Do you sit?" the rogue said, grinning.
: "I can if I want, but I don't need to."
"Ahh... do you want to sit? You don't have to float if you don't want to," Dam continued, opening a book.
: "I'm fine."
*Ombligo floats over to Dicem.*
: "What's that book??"
"Something of mine," Dicem said, closing it.
: "Okay..." *Ombligo says, floating backwards slightly.*
: "Tell me, Ombligo... what do you do with your time?"
: "Eh? Me? I explore the world and help people out, along with Mahler and Sorel. I also play games and win gold sometimes."
"Heh... I see," Dam said. "You have a spellbook?"
: "Why would I need one of those?? I'm born from magic, I think...So I can just use spells whenever I want to. I don't need a spellbook or anything like that."
: "Well, then, what spells do you specialize in?"
: "If you didn't notice in battle...electricity! I like shocking my enemies!" *Ombligo says, moving his tentacles about.*
: "Hmm... anything in your repetoire like what you used to swap the golem and the dwarf, then?"
: "Oh, umm...Yeah, I do have other spells. That's the only one I have like that, though. Still, it's fun surprising the enemies."
: "Hmm... wizard or sorceror?"
: "What's the difference?"
: "I've heard that wizards have to prepare specific spells, while sorcerors just cast what they know. The latter is far more versatile and useful, in my opinion."
: "I don't have to prepare anything, so I guess I would be a Sorcerer, then."
: "Good. The more useful you can be, the better," Dicem said, opening the book. "I doubt it'd do you much good, but how are those tentacles in combat?"
: "Eh...I wouldn't bother using them. I don't thing they're really made for battle. I don't think slapping the enemy around is going to stop them."
"Mmm... unless you've got a hell of a slap, anyway," the orange-haired youth said. "I'd imagine you're quite good at getting along with people, no?"
: "When they're not gawking at me, yeah! Mahler, Sorel and I are really friendly and we're open to all sorts of people."
"I see... so you three are rather well versed at working together, then?" Dam asked, his nose still in the book.
*Ombligo floats closer, getting a bit curious as he watches him.*
: "Yeah, we've been a group for a while now. Actually, I knew Mahler right when I was born, even!"
"That's good... I'll likely have you three in the same group, if I do split this band up for battle purposes," Dam said. "I see that your curiosity will have you know the contents of this book, no matter what the cost."
*Ombligo stops in mid-air as he bobs up and down.*
: "Well, you keep looking at it."
"I know. I use it as a way to gauge the attitude of those I think are rather... prone to outbursts, if you will," Dam said. "I do hope you're not so easily distracted at other times, Ombligo."
: "So it's just a tool? There's nothing of importance to it?"
"Not really... like I said, I prefer to test those around me," the rogue said, closing the book before setting it on the bed. "You don't much care for me, do you?"
: "I don't like when you're mean and rude - like when you said that thing about Tanis. Why?"
: "Your views and mine are probably quite opposite, Ombligo. Don't expect that to change. But this job needs to be done, and I'll be damned if it goes to hell over personal issues. Do you get my meaning?"
*Ombligo seems to ignore the question.*
: "I think it's just as important out of battle that a leader gets along with his troops. I'm sure others feel the same way. I may not be old, but I've heard stories, and I don't want to be part of the next bad one."
"Your opinion's been noted, Ombligo," Dam said. "We're done now."
: "Okay." *Ombligo says, pushing open the door and floating out.*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon May 15, 2006 6:57 am
<bozak strides into the room, standing across from Dam> You wished to see me? "That I did; sit down and give me your name," the rogue said. <sitting stiffly in the chair> I am Tenryu Bozak, son of Tenryu Kentaro, of the Daisatsu clan. "Your profession and home, Tenryu?" Dam asked.
"I am of Hapon, to the east." Thinking for a moment, he continues, "I serve."
"Serve what? A god? A master of a field? Patrons of a restaurant?"
"I serve my lord, in whatever fashion he deems me fit to serve in. At the moment, that service takes the form of learning of the glories and heroes of the west, where we have minimal contact."
"I see," Dam said. "And what abilities do you bring to the table, Tenryu?"
"I have trained as a samurai bushi since I was 6. I have learned many techniques with a blade." Bozak responds..
"Anything particularly spectacular? The blow you nearly killed that devil in one hit isn't something everyone can do."
"I have learned to forge my life energy into a weapon, focusing my Ki into my blade and striking with the wrath of my ancestors."
"I am also able to use this energy to strike terror in my enemies, convicning them that to oppose me is folly." He says with a grim smile.
"Mmm... intimidation can be better than a blade at times, and I don't doubt you've got that covered," Dam said. "And do you normally deal with people regularly?"
"Part of my training is to be able to read others, lest I let a threat get past me and to my lord. But I have no formal training in negotiation or such other skills.. and even if I did, I doubt they would apply to your somewhat... rustic culture."
"You'd be surprised what applies when used correctly," the rogue said. "Does your racial heritage provide any abilities I should know of?"
"I can rip a man apart with my bare claws, does that count?" The grim smile returns. "No, I was not blessed with the abilites of my ancestors, I am afraid."
"Not a problem... you seem to do quite well without breathing fire," Dam said. "Any magical abilities I should be aware of?"
"No."
"Then, for now, I think we're done," Dam said, looking into the dragonman's eyes. "And as a general note... whether you've taken an oath or not, it's okay to relax. You won't be killed for it."
"I am relaxed, I just am in a strange land with strange people, and am merely cautious. No more than you are, and you are among your own." He says, standing and taking his leave.
Dam only watched the dragonman as he left, a stoic look on his face.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon May 15, 2006 3:30 pm
Coventry is standing by the door as Kria exits her interview, he waves to her, "Hey puss..." He is wearing a pair of wire frame glasses which he adjusts with a smile. Kria abruptly stops her skippings and walks over to the doctor, humming a little under her breath, that vapid expression appearing on her features. "Hiya Doc."
Coventry shakes his head with a smile, "You got guts... I'm still trying to muster the courage to meet with him." He smirks, "I wish I had...cat guts..."
"..." Kria blinked, and looked closely at the Doctor. "Oh! You must be one of those mentally challenged people Tanis told me about! It's alright Doc...how about we get you a nice drinkie?"
The Doctor chuckles, looking over his glasses at her, "Are you offering to buy me a drink?" He leans forward with a charming smile, "That would be nice...but..." He sighs, shaking his head, "...but you just aren't my type."
Kria reply, "Like ew. You're not mentally challenged...you're just trying to make me buy your stuff. Nice try...but the bangles are mine!"
Coventry blinks, then looks down at his crotch, "Erh... Well... No, not really. My...stuff isn't for sale." He looks back at Kria, adjusting his glasses with a frown, "This is giving me a headache, let's just get this over... I'm conducting medical interviews as the expedition doctor. Are you afflicted by any curses, illnesses, or allergies that I should know about?"
"Um...I'm cursed to eternally walk the land and develope my dark powers." She grinned at him.
Coventry frowns, looking at Kria with a frown, "...really? What are the medical implications of this curse?" He arches an eyebrow, "Foot problems? Eyesight?"
"Um...it's more mental. I need a will of iron or go like berserk and kill thingies. Or I can just distance myself from reality. It works too. Ooo...shiny bangle." She smirks, idly dancing around the doctor, "I also sing, so like...my throat gets strained sometimes."
"Right..." Coventry nods seriously, "Hmmmm... Oh, I should warn you that Gilliam has cat fur allergies. Please keep your distance."
"...Hehehehe. Wait, whose Gilliam?" She frowns. And then brightens. "Would you like to hear me sing?!"
Coventry shakes his head with a frown, "No. What is your race, gender, and age?"
"...You know I'm a catfolk...right? I'm female and um..18." She pouts a little, it wasn't fair. She could sing. Honest.
Coventry nods, "Catfolk..." He looks at her for a moment appraisingly, "I think I can answer the last question... Have you engaged in sexual intercourse. Noooo..." He nods, "Thank you for your time." He starts to turn away.
"Hey! You're a pervert!" She gasps and then giggles, running away to go shopping
"No, I'm a Doctor." Coventry chuckles, talking quietly to himself, "Yeah... It would take someone special to see past that chubbiness." He shrugs, "Who'd bang...le that?"
Kria frowns, turning slowly, and hurries after the doc, a sweet smile on her face. She calls out. "Hey Doc! Wait a minute! I forgot to tell ya something."
Coventry pauses, speaking with concern, "Oh? What is it, dear?"
"Did you know? Catfolk have very good hearing!" Kria launches with an Uppercut into the handsome Doctor's face.
Coventry leans backwards avoiding the blow with a smile, "What's wrong?"
Kria presses her advantage, aiming a kick this time. "CHUBBY!?"
Coventry steps to the side, avoiding the kick with a grin, "Look, its just that fur...oh forget it..." He moves his hands through the air, weaving intricate symbols while speaking in a magical tongue.
Kria frowns, smelling magic and steps back.
Coventry completes his spell with a smile and a flood of water rains down upon the head of the catfolk.
Kria let out a yowl, and charged forwards, aiming a heatbutt into the doctor's stomach. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS! SOME OF MY BANGLES CAN'T GET WET!!!!!!!!!!"
Coventry steps out of the way, letting the catfolk rush past him, "See? It's just your fur, underneath all that fluff you're skinny as a rail..." He frowns deeply, "Actually... Are you anorexic?"
She frowns, snarling, her green pupils turning red as her heritage begins to become clear in her anger. "Dr Conventry. I'd start running. I AM NOT CHALLENGED EITHER WAY IN THE WEIGHT DEPARTMENT!!!" She tries again to kick him, running at him.
Coventry frowns, taking a step back while adjusting his glasses, "Wait... You seem to be experiencing mood swings... Is it that time of the month?" He tilts his head, "I know of some herbs that can help somewhat..."
"...I will hurt you. Apologise! NOW!" Kria snarls, attempting the uppercut again as she strides forwards to meet him.
Coventry stumbles back at the blow, then he laughs loudly, "Oh... I apologize that you're an emotional wreck. I'll certainly look into something to help you regulate your emotions." With a laugh, he turns and runs in the other direction swiftly.
Kria frowns, screaming, running swiftly after the Doctor.
Coventry pulls forth his shield while running and continues to dash while laughing loudly.

Posted by: Aldur Mon May 15, 2006 3:34 pm
Kria continues to swiftly follow after the Doctor, yowling at the top of her lungs. "I'll make you bleed!"

Posted by: Alpha Mon May 15, 2006 3:47 pm
After wondering about aimlessly for some time, as he usually did, Tanis started to head back to the interview room, deciding to get the meeting with Dicem over with as soon as possible. As he approached a street corner, he heard some commotion. And then Kria's yell. He saw Coventry run past, both chased by Kria and appearing to be having fun. Being the one to at least try and keep Kria out of trouble, Tanis grabbed at her as she went past.
: "Kria! What the heck are you doing?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon May 15, 2006 4:44 pm
Coventry calls out as he rounds a corner, "These emotional outbursts could be tied to your weight problem!"

Posted by: Aldur Mon May 15, 2006 5:13 pm
Kria is abruptly stopped and falls over cursing to herself. She cries out as she hears the doctor's parting comment and narrows her eyes. "I'll get him later." She blinks, standing, turning towards Tanis, smiling innocently at him. "Hiya."

Posted by: Alpha Mon May 15, 2006 5:43 pm
Tanis knew that tone straight away. It was that tone. : "So Kria, tell me what just happened. And, why are you soaked? Or are the two interlinked?" Probably he thought.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Mon May 15, 2006 10:06 pm
Morgan spends all the day in his room, studying the 2 scrolls he aqcuired at the items store. When he's done later in the evening, he prepares himself for his meeting with Dam Dicem. He finally leaves his room, walks to Dam's and knocks at the door.
: "Come in," the rogue said from the other side of the door. "Sit down and give me your name."
The young man slowly walks to the seat and sits down.
: "My name is Morgan" he just says.
He then searches in his bag and hands him over a purse tightly closed with a small cord.
: "And here is my gold as promised"
: "Ahh, yes... you tossed out a spell earlier, didn't you," Dam said, reading a book. "Wizard or sorceror?"
: "I am a wizard from Manarina, a mage school in the land of Rune." He answers in an impassive voice.
: "Hmm... that's a long way from here, Morgan," Dicem said, his nose still in the book. "Do you have a spellbook I can look through?"
: "Yes, I have a spellbook...." He pauses. "But I would prefer not to share its content with anyone as it might...... instigate some doubts regarding my purposes" he says calmly.
: "I need to know what spells you have to plan my tactics," Dicem said, still reading. "The spellbook."
: "Hmm.... seriously I cannot. Not until some..... internal conflicts in this group are solved. Revealing this content is revealing a part of my past not everyone can appreciate, which will add even more misunderstanding about how trustworthy I am." The young man says now looking at the rogue.
: "However I can tell you in which domain my skills are focused."
: "I'll take it for now, though you need to prepare yourself; the next time I ask you this question, I'm not taking no for an answer."
: "Understandable..." He answers.
Morgan then remains in silence for some seconds. He finally speaks with his usual impassive voice.
: "My spells are more focused in neutralizing my opponents rather than hurting them directly. Weakening, paralyzing or confusing are a few examples of what I can inflict to them. I have also a certain influence over.... undead and their kind."
He pauses again, staring carefully at Dam.
: "I can easily deal with such creatures."
: "Influence... hmm. I'll keep that in mind," Dicem said. "No more questions, only a warning... don't do anything I'll have to kill you for. The rest of the day's yours."
Morgan stands up, still looking at the rogue. He bows slightly before answering.
: "Alright. Sir Dicem."
He walks to the door and stops half way.
: "On my side, I'll pay you back with an advice. Keep attention to how people feel your leadership. Some members may resent your.... methods."
He pauses and turns back to face Dam.
: "Care or not about this, but remember that a divided team is a potential breach for the enemy to sneak in in our heart."
He then leaves and returns to his room.

Posted by: Alpha Tue May 16, 2006 1:06 am
The cheery catfolk smiled at Tanis, shaking her head. : "I was just trying to kill the doctor." She blinked, noting how wet she was. "I should dry off." Tanis sighs. : "Tell me Kria. Why were you trying to kill him?" : "Because he said I was fat. And then said I was...Ana-Anor-...something."
:"Anorexic? And you're not fat Kria. You know that. I know that. So why let it bother you?"
: "He'd better learn it. And because he was being obnoxious. He needs a good beating. That's why." She pouted, kicking at the ground.
"Does he really need a beating? That would be quite harsh. Almost as harsh as what you did to that person's hair about a month ago." Tanis smiles at the amusing memory. "Pink did not suit him."
: "Yes he does. And it so did. If bought the appropriate clothing. Some people. I swear. So what are you doing?"
Tanis didn't bother to argue with that last point. : "Oh, the usual Tanis activities as you call it. Thinking and wondering."
: "Blah. Sucks. I'm gonna go look around now then. Not that there's much to see. Maybe I should go swimming. Or like something." And with that Kria began to walk towards the dock.
: "Ok Kria. But please don't hurt one of the people we're supposed to be travelling with. It would make things so awkward. Especially as he's our healer, and didn't you say to not piss the healer off?"
She calls after him. : "He's not the only one. And besides, he's a complete jerk. Much like Dam. By the way Tanis. I used the group fund. But I only had 217 gold so whatev. Hehehe."
Having no real response to her parting comment, Tanis doesn't call back to Kria. Instead, he turns around and continues on his way back to the inn.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 16, 2006 1:07 am
Sorel approaches Tanis outside the tavern. : "A word, if I may?" Tanis looks up from his ponderings, slightly surprised. : "Um. Of course." The old man takes a seat.
: "I wanted to talk to you about what was said this morning."
Upon being reminded of that, Tanis' eyes flare slightly. He was still angry about it.
: "Yes. Yes, go ahead."
Sorel looks into Tanis's eyes, at the fire burning there.
: "I want to apologize on his behalf, because I doubt he will. You did not deserve such disrespect."
Hearing the apology, Tanis quickly calms himself.
: "Thank you. What he said really got to me. It was the worst condition I've ever been in, and I hadn't expected anybody to look at it in that light."
Sorel bows his head momentarily, before looking into Tanis's eyes again.
: "You, more than anyone, have a right to be unhappy with the path this quest has thus far taken, and with its leader. What he said is not a thing lightly forgiven. You are, however, not the only one bearing feelings of discontent. There is potential for great conflict here, which will cause us all undue stress and harm down the road. You can see that, yes?"
It takes the catfolk a little while to absorb what Sorel had said.
: "So...you mean...that should the discontent stay and grow, it could cause damage to us?" Tanis said, hoping he'd interpreted it correctly.
: "Precisely," Sorel says, smiling. "It worries me, greatly, to see an undertaking of such potential importance threatened by internal disharmony. It terrifies me to think, that because of stubborness and coldness, your suffering and the suffering of countless others before, now, and hence, would be for naught. I do not want that to happen, and that is one of the reasons I speak to you now."
: "I perceive what you mean...I think." Though intelligent, Tanis didn't have much experience of the world. He could see that Sorel did. "Please, continue."
: "What I ask of you is great, and the rewards will not be immediately apparent, should they appear at all," Sorel goes on. "I ask you to better Dam by being better. To open your heart where his is closed. I ask you to forgive."
Tanis did not reply immediately. There was no reason why he should forgive Dicem. No, that's not right, he thinks to himself, think about what was just said to you. But there was a reason. Sorel had just said it.
: "I can understand why you ask this of me, I'm not sure it will be that easy. However, you've made it clear that not doing so, would just make things worse." He paused, and pondered for a moment. Then he looks back up at Sorel. "You're right Sorel. Staying angry would just continue to frustrate me more, I know, and that wouldn't be beneficial at all. But if I forgive him, then we'll be less restricted in a way. And my mind wouldn't be constantly changing direction like it has been recently."
Sorel's eyes shine for a moment.
: "You have within you the resolve to heal those wounds. It is above and beyond what any person can reasonably expected to do in these circumstances, but you are rising to the challenge." Sorel smiles. "I have faith in you, Tanis, and faith in this quest."
Tanis feels some of the bitterness inside of him drain away, and he manages a small smile too.
: "My thanks to you Sorel, and for your wise words. I think, or rather know, that had you not talked to me about this, I would have continued to resent Dicem and what he said. But now...things are different."
The old man beams at Tanis.
: "And my thanks to you, Tanis, for having the courage and the strength to shake off that resentment like so many heavy chains."
Feeling considerably more light hearted than he had been five minutes ago, Tanis asks,
: "Is there anything else you wish to speak of? If so, then I'd be happy to continue talking. If not, then I'd better go and see our leader for my interview."
Sorel shakes his head.
: "I would like to continue speaking with you when times are less pressing. What I have said, however, was all I needed to say. Go on to your meeting, Tanis, but remember I am always here to listen and to offer advice, should you need it."
: "My thanks again Sorel. After the revelations you've just shown me, I'd be foolish to not talk to you. As such, I'd be happy to any time." With that, and a nod of his head, Tanis continues on his previous path towards the inn. Well, not really the previous path. Something had changed since then.
Sorel sighs contentedly as Tanis departs, his optimism rising with each meeting.

Posted by: Tarethen Tue May 16, 2006 1:50 am
Sorel sees the centaur outside the tavern door, and calls out to him. : "A moment of your time, Farain?" Farain, sitting and fiddling with the string of his bow to make sure everything was in order, looked up as he heard his name. "Huh? Oh, hello, Sorel. Sure."
: "I was wondering how you felt about what happened this morning."
"Do you mean the meeting with... Oh, what's his name? Dam something or another?"
: "Dam Dicem, yes."
Farain thought for a moment before answering.
"He rubs me the wrong way, if that's what you're wanting to know. Doesn't seem to have an ounce of respect for people."
Sorel nods, as if that was exactly what he expected to hear.
: "I fear that you are right. Dam does not need -- perhaps never has - to burden himself with such considerations. It is a helpful trait in a thief and a trickster, but a harmful one in a leader."
"A leader, huh..." Farain looked at Sorel for a moment and then down. "Do you think he has some ulterior motive? It felt as if a lot of people were uneasy around him earlier..."
: "I doubt it's anything that sinister," Sorel says, "It seems he is simply unwilling to adapt, or unable to see that he has to, to be effective."
Farain ran a finger along the string of his bow, giving it a small twang.
"I don't know much about leadership tactics, but leaders should at lead take a more... pleasant... approach in getting to understand their allies."
: "I think it's fair to say 'pleasant' is the last word one would use to describe Dam Dicem," Sorel says with a sigh. "However, for the time being we are bound under his command. I do not want to see this effort fail because of dissent and conflict between us."
Farain nodded.
"Yeah... A group is only as strong as each individual member. That's how I've been taught. If we can't learn to at least tolerate Dam as a group then we'll be in more trouble than we were during that last battle."
: "You are correct, but I fear this is only half the dilemma," Sorel continues. "To 'tolerate' him would do much to prevent the problem from worsening, it would do nothing to correct the problem, leaving us critcially vulnerable to another great catastrophe like the one last night. Tolerance is the first step, but it is the task that follows which is most difficult."
"Are you saying that we're going to have to start trusting Dicem? Trusting may be easy for some people, but to get the whole group to do it... That seems like an amazing feat within itself."
: "Yes. That is the problem, stated plainly. Without trust, there will always be the seeds of mutiny."[/b]
"For most, though, Dicem would have to show some sort of reason for everyone to trust him. Sure, he's here to lead us, but that alone won't make everyone follow him. Not only that, he doesn't seem willing to give anyone a reason to trust him as we should.
: Sorel looks into Farain's eyes. "This is the other half of the problem. Trust is... a kind of dance, one in which everyone wishes to take part but no one wishes to lead. Someone, us or him, must make that first step. You are correct: without trust offered, trust cannot be accepted. However, I believe it may be necessary for us to lead the dance, each of us, with him. We may have to offer trust ourselves before he would be willing to give it."
Farain returned the stare for a moment before looking away, lifting his head up to look into the sky.
"I understand what you're saying... Trying to unite this newly formed group will be difficult. Very few of us have any sort of connection with one another. But... Don't you think for some of us to be able to trust in Dicem, we'll also need to learn to trust in each other? If we don't trust in each other, then when Dicem gives us tactics, we may not be willing to follow if we're in groups of people we don't like." He let out a soft sigh. "Either way, I'm here for a reason. As is everyone else. I'm willing to put this weary feeling aside for now in order to at least listen more to what Dicem has to say and what he plans to do. That's the first step to considering him our leader."
: "A second chance at this first step is all we need," Sorel says, "To trust in our leader, to trust in each other, and to trust in ourselves. We share enough between us that should these blocks be cleared, we will bond and unite. Each of us has a burden of this barrier to lift, and should we all do so, the path will open up."
"It's a long road ahead of us. Dicem gave everyone a horrible initial impression. For some to warm up so easy... It could take a while. In the end, though, I believe a majority of us will come around..." Farain shifted a bit and put his bow back into a resting position on his back. "Do you have any idea on what these meetings Dicem is calling for is about?"
: "Dam is not accustomed to trusting or having faith in that which he has not tested, studied, or controlled. These meetings are an extension of that facet of his personality. When I met with him, he asked me tactically relevant questions while looking at a book to which he seemed to be paying only cursory attention. I do not know if he was merely multitasking, or if it was another piece in his game. Enter the room with patience, calmness, confidence, and respect, and nothing will go awry.
: "As for the issue of trust," Sorel continues, "I can only hope Dam and the others see things as clearly as you do, and will make the right choice."
Farain nodded a bit.
"Well, Dicem seems to be taking at least one appropriate step... At least he is making an effort to learn about each person's abilities and skills. Maybe he's even gauging their strengths and weaknesses. As a strategists, he seems to know what he is doing. His manners are a completely different story, though. Something more to tolerate, I suppose." He shook his head some. "I'm not sure how useful he'll find me, though. I didn't do as much as I could during that last skirmish. Hopefully he doesn't decide to use it as a reason to be hateful. But... I'm sure no one was up to par in that travesty of a battle."
Sorel nods.
: "If you are confident in your abilities, Dam will be as well. You acquitted yourself far more admirably than some," he says, thinking back to his collapse at the devils' feet.
"The good thing is that everyone is okay, at least... Slightly battered and bruised, I suppose, but everyone is still in one piece." Farain thought back to the weakend Tanis. "Have you talked to Tanis or Kria? Both seemed to have been hit the hardest, especially Tanis... Are they both doing well?"
: "Tanis is faring remarkably," Sorel says. "His resilience and resolve amaze me. Kria asks the same respect we all do; I do not believe she will be much the worse for wear, unless the good Doctor continues to antagonize her."
Farain nodded with a faint smile.
"Well, that's good... Is there anymore information that I should know? Other than understanding that the group needs to accept Dicem? It seems there is so much going on that I don't know about yet... I was somewhat oblivious to this whole situation for a while until I finally read a note my father gave to me before I left Ribble." Farain laughed softly. "He said he was sending me to Hassan to find a boat to seek out further training, and in reality, he actually intended for me to come and join this expedition. I'm sure he though I would have read the letter he gave me sooner, though..."
Sorel smiles, a question he had intended to ask answered in the course of conversation.
: "You need know only that I am always willing to offer counsel or advice, should you ask it."
Farain nodded.
"Thanks. It's good to know that I just entered the group, but I've already found some people to rely on."
: "Trust is a powerful thing indeed, Farain. I will see you again and the group meeting tonight."
"Okay. I think I'll stay out here for a little while longer... It gets a bit stuffy for me inside sometimes."
Sorel nods, looking inside the tavern.
: "Ah, I think I'm due to meet someone anyhow. Farewell, Farain."
Farain nodded one last time to Sorel, but stopped him before he went too far.
"One final question, Sorel. Are there any other reasons you're trying to garner trust in Dicem? Not to doubt the main reason, of course..."
The old man stops, and looks back at the centaur.
: "I suppose... he reminds me a bit of myself in my younger days, before I had the benefit of guidance and wisdom I recieved from someone very important to me. Perhaps it is a way of helping myself, in my memories."
Farain stayed silent for a moment, not wanting to pry any further than that before giving a faint nod.
"I'll see you later then, Sorel."
:
"Farewell."

Posted by: Rusty Tue May 16, 2006 1:51 am
Sorel enters the tavern and sits at the same table, waiting for Ombligo to descend the steps. *It is not long before the magic creature floats down the stairs and over to Sorel. His little red cape lightl flaps about as he approaches the table.*
"Well?" Sorel asks. "How did it go?"
*Ombligo floats above a chair once more.* Ombligo: "He had a strange grin on his face, so I don't know if he was serious or not - but I guess he might just grin like that a lot. It went okay, I guess. He asked some silly questions, though."
Sorel: "Oh? Like what?"
Ombligo: "He asked if I could use my tentacles in combat."
Sorel chuckles at the thought. "What of his manner? Did he seem receptive? Willing to take you seriously?"
Ombligo: "I couldn't really tell. He seemed serious, and asked serious questions. He had that grin, though, for a while. Do you think maybe he just does that a lot?"
"Perhaps," Sorel says, "Did your opinion of him improve at all?"
Ombligo: "...Not really. He still seems cold-hearted. If we didn't have the same assignment, I could see him being a bully we'd have to stop. I think he's only really driven by money."
Sorel nods, frowning. "The possibility had occured to me. I hope it isn't so."
Ombligo: "Oh well. Speaking of gold, I think I'll just handle my own."
"I intend to do the same," Sorel replies. "I think I would even if I meant to hold onto it."
Ombligo: "Yeah...I wouldn't be surprised if everybody does that."
"Perhaps it will be a step towards showing him how far he needs to go," Sorel muses, "Perhaps it will simply make him more stubborn."
Ombligo: "Yeah. I'm more concerned with those devils, though. We didn't even leave the town yet and we were already attacked! They must be everywhere..."
Sorel's face turns grim. "It is a sign of how widespread the conflict is. A sign of how firm our resolve must be should we hope to stand against it."
*Ombligo floats downward.* Ombligo: "I was worried, Sorel. I didn't think you'd make it..."
Sorel takes Ombligo's tentacles in his hands, holding them. "You need not worry," Sorel says, "It will take more than that to strike me down. Much more, if we can all work together."
Ombligo: "Okay! Mahler and I will do everything we can to make sure nothing like that happens to you again! Things wouldn't be quite the same without you two around."
Sorel replies, "Nor would they be the same without you." He lets go of Ombligo. "Go, and spend the afternoon enjoying yourself. You've earned it. At sunset we must gather information as Dam asked."
Ombligo: "Okay, Sorel! But what are you going to do until then?"
"I want to speak to some people." Sorel answers.
Ombligo: "Oh, okay. See ya later, then!" *Ombligo says, floating above and behind the chair, waving.*

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue May 16, 2006 3:08 am
((Aldur... That's not a good avatar for Kria. Here are some better ones... 1) http://rebeccahymel.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/wet-cat-3.jpg.w300h248.jpg 2) http://ganns.com/Humor/HowToCleanAToilet/WetCat3.jpg 3) http://www.france-creations.be/amoureuxdeschats/photos/wet_cat.jpg
4) http://www.cleanfunny.com/i/s/cat-washing-bath-brown.jpg
My vote is for number 3...))
No longer pursued, Coventry slows and doubles back along a side road with a slight frown, "So much for that diversion..." He sighs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "Lamest cat fight I've ever seen, I'll have to get a second cat next time."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 16, 2006 3:14 am
Langston Highbrave strolled casually in front of the tavern. Sorel waves at the acrobatic rogue. "Langston, yes? You have a moment?" He was whistling a little ditty, which promptly stopped. Spinning on his heels, the rat's bright eyes caught Sorel. "Ah, but of course! Got too many of them at the moment; everyone's beating me to the boss, it seems."
The old man smiles. "Tell me, Langston, what would you like to do, after this quest is complete?"
He tilted his head, showing small surprise in the nature of the query. "Well," he began, lowering his eyes to his boots for a moment as he toyed with his earring with an elongated fingernail. "Unless something changes, I'm going back to the circus, I'd say." He struck a bit of an awkward pose. "Long as I hear the crowd in m' ears anyway."
"A natural performer," Sorel says, nodding. "I noticed your little performance this morning. It cheered me up a bit after a bad night. Thank you."
Langston grinned, his two front teeth peeking through as he did so. With an exaggerated motion of his arm he gave an extended bow. "Heck, even if you were laughin' at me it's better than the alternative. That of course being the room of faces I saw when I came in, I guess." He chuckled.
"The meeting was especially grim." Sorel agrees. "What did you think of it?"
"If I had to make a comparison, I think that's how a crowd would react if one of the animals at the show broke loose and mauled an infant," he replied, pausing to think. "Well...no. No, I'm stickin' with the first answer."
Sorel nods. "An apt analogy. You don't seem the sort to hold grudges, if I may say, so I wonder if you carry the dislike of our leader many others do. How do you feel about Dam?"
"Sorta contradicts himself unintentionally if you ask me, and you did. But he hasn't given me a reason not to like him just yet so I guess I'm inclined to say he doesn't bother me."
"A marked improvement over some of what I have heard," Sorel says, "Tell me, what compelled you to sign on to this expedition?"
He scratched at his hair. "Now that you mention it, why DID I join this expedition?" The rat couldn't help but laugh to himself about it. "You know, probably a combination of things. Circus is on a hiatus, I'm bored, I can't help my wanderlust. Heck, you can probably pick your own explanation in my case. It'll probably work."
"Indeed. I must say, it is refreshing to hear from your perspective. At times I think we take things a bit too seriously, and we could all benefit from a little lightheartedness every now and again."
"Hey, maybe that's what they invited me along for. Laugh with me or at me, it's gotta be better than everyone being all 'sigh' all the time." The word sigh was spoken in a sigh, perhaps unsurprisingly. Turning more serious, he asked "So Dicem's not a popular guy...can't say I'm surprised. The lot of 'em feel that way?"
Sorel casts his eyes out the window, looking at the passers by as he speaks. "I cannot say for certain; I believe a great many, perhaps the majority do, but there are likely others, such as yourself, who are not bothered by him. The doctor, for example, seems to hold him in the same relaxed contempt in which he holds everything."
He folded his arms. "Still, that fact that you said 'likely' doesn't bode well for the poll results," he replied, dryly. "It's a tough spot to be in for everyone involved even if you're one who likes the guy. I'm sure that's got you thinking; you seem practical enough to be looking around it."
"I am trying to find a solution," Sorel admits, "But I can do only so much on my own. What is needed is some measure of trust, between us and our leader, and between each other. And trust is not something many offer freely."
"Mmm," he murmured. "Yeah. Especially this quickly and after last night's mess; people are edgy enough as it is with the whole "hey let's just band together with a bunch of strangers to find a legendary hero but no one's going to tell us any important info" deal we have goin' on here. Sorel, I gotta applaud you for the effort and also apologize for not knowing what to do to speed the process. A good laugh or some drinks maybe but it's awful early to need a morale booster. Doesn't bode well."
"I think you can help me." Sorel says. "You are, after all, one of the group, one who, while not disliking Dam, certainly sees the difficulties in trusting him. And the incredible unlikelihood of him trusting us unbidden." Sorel bows slightly. "Thank you for your time, Langston. I shall meditate on this and speak to you again soon, if you wouldn't mind."
He returned the bow two-fold as he often did, lowering his head as his arm swept past. "He's got plenty to hide and probably good reason to. I wager he's a good guy, but...can't say I'm the greatest judge of character," he said, chuckling again. "Good luck; I'll be waitin' to hear what you've thought of." And with that, the rat took to whistling again, walking around the town as if he belonged there.
Sorel smiles a bit as he heads back into the tavern.

Posted by: Aldur Tue May 16, 2006 3:19 am
Kria storms into the tavern, looking annoyed, her fur now dry, but very puffed up. It made her look like a persian. Her body language radiated indignation. She spotted Sorel and headed his way, sitting down opposite him. Sorel maintains an even composure in the face of Kria's contradictory appearance and attitude. "Hello, Kria. You wish to speak with me?"
"You like, lived in nature and on the food of the wilds and all that stuff yeah?" She looked at him, her expression determined and serious.
"We all do," Sorel says. "Everything is nature. But I understand your meaning. I spent most of my life in the wilderness, yes."
"So. Just like me then. Well, you don't have fur. Or claws. Or dark powers. Or bangles. Or..." She trailed off into a randoms spiele about what was different about them.
Sorel raised his hand to interrupt. "What was it you wished to discuss?"
"I need a recipe for poison. Yeah. It doesn't need to kill, just like make someone ill all day or something. Got anything?" Her eyes brightened and she giggled to herself at the thought of the Doctor rolling around with stomach pains.
Sorel raises an eyebrow. "I see... tell me, has the Doctor been calling you fat again?"
She blinked. "How did you know? And yeah. And An-or-exic? I managed to kick him in the stomach and uppercut him but then he got away, soaking me. Nasty man. I don't like him. And he dodged my other kick, uppercut and headbutt. I mean, like how rude? And then he said I was ugly! And he thought I couldn't hear. I'll show him!"
Sorel raises both his hands in an effort to calm the warlock. "Settle down, Kria. Tell me, were you a child once?"
"...According to Dam I still am. Humph. And he said lose the bangles! And said he'd stick an arrow in my leg if I made too much noise!" She slumped back in her chair, a pouty look on her face.
"Do you think you're still a child?" Sorel asks.
Kria points to her chest. "These say otherwise."
Sorel bites his lower lip to keep a straight face. "I do not mean physically. Do you think that you feel, think, act like a child?"
"Not really. I mean, I don't do any of the stuff I did as a child."
"Let me put it another way. Is poisoning Doctor Coventry an adult's way of settling a disagreement?"
"Point. But then that goes into the ramifications of wether or not Soaking me was an adult thing to do." She blinked, and her usual vapid expression came back. "I like...want to."
Sorel smiles faintly, seeing the spark of maturity he'd known was there. "You are correct, of course. Doctor Coventry acted childishly in doing what he did. However, that doesn't excuse acting childlishly in retribution. Don't you think it would be best to, rather than fight back every time he annoys you, to learn to ignore him? I venture to say he would quickly grow disinterested with tormenting you if you did."
"But then he could just experiment with new ways of tormenting me that involve more serious measures." She sighs, putting her elbows on the tables and leaning her head on her open hands. "But then he may do it anyway. Oh well. Did you meet Jerk man yet?"
"Coventry? I have indeed had the pleasure." Sorel says. "And I don't know how long he'd experiment if he consistently recieved no response. People who act the way he does for the reasons he does will often let up in search of easier targets."
"Awwww. Darnit, why do they need to be like that? I mean, back home that kinda behaviour would mean he'd get a nice blast to the face." She tilted her head to one side, eyes flashing. "But then I'm not at home."
"No, you aren't," Sorel says, "If I were a less kind and gentle old man I might think a blast to the face is exactly what Coventry needs. But I am a kind and gentle old man, so I can only advise you to keep your cool while he teases you. He's only doing it to gauge your response, and maybe a bit because it amuses him."
"He didn't seem to like it after I started to knock his block off. Hehe. Hm...it's funny though. I'd wonder what I'd have done to him around half a year ago. It'd be funny. But then I was like...all" She paused, straightening and making scary movements. "RAWR! GLORY FOR THE DARK DRAGON! RAWR!"
Sorel cocks his head slightly to the side. "What inspired you to change your ways? Was it just the drab fashion, as you said yesterday?"
"Um, I dunno. I just woke up one day and left. Because it seemed icky." She grinned at him.
Sorel's eyes bore into Kria's. "You're not telling me the whole story. You needn't worry, if you ask me to keep it a secret I shall. As long as it doesn't mean danger for anyone."
"However, if you are to come to me for counsel I would ask that you do so honestly. Only bad advice can come from an ill-informed advisor."
"Hehehehe...I'm not a good liar. Oh well!" She smiles vapidly, beginning to hum to herself. "And like...I did ask. And um, How much did I tell you before? I can't remember."
Sorel casts his mind back to the day before. "You were raised in a sect of black-robed cultists, who worshipped a dragon... Dark Dragon, I assume. Your mother was the high priestess of this sect. She spoke to the sky, and sang in strange languages. I also recall you saying something about local flora not responding well to your presence."
"Yeah...Um, I didn't say before but everything that turned black...withered. It was sad. My clan were all Warlocks. Descended from ancients times. Mother says we get our powers from it. But tell me Druid, what do you know of the Warlock in general?" She sits up, assessing Sorel, her expression serious and her gaze fixed, boring back into his own.
Sorel shakes his head. "Only what you have told me, and what I have attempted to infer. From what you have told me, you are born with magical talent, a limited number of abilities you can manifest at will, called invocations. What I have inferred is that the source of your power may be fell in nature. Its reaction to wildlife, the manner of your sect, and your manner, which is so completely opposite to what it appears your fellow warlocks are like, tell me that perhaps... your power has a hint of evil to it?"
"A hint? Ahah! It's all fell in nature! All the things we can do revolve around pain and hurting. There's not one incantation any warlock can do that isn't to aid the Warlock or isn't destructive. A Warlock is born. Not made. And we are tainted Souls. Chained to fell beings in exchange for power. It's rather funny." She smirked at him, awaiting his reaction.
Sorel snorts audibly. "Nonsense," he says.
"...Which part? Or maybe you just can't see the funny part?"
"The idea of irrevocably tainted souls," Sorel says.
"We all start tainted. The past ideas of ancestors carries far. I never said one couldn't change. It's not easy. The Beings don't like Warlock's getting power and then not doing evil things with it. They try to sway you. Every day is a constant battle. It's so much easier when you distance yourself from reality however. It's like blocking them out. And it's the worst in battle. Every blast is a constant reminder to what you are. Where you came from. What you can become. I grow stronger through war. And wether I can use that strength to resist the temptations of the Dragon...Well. We'll see."
Sorel leans in close, until their noses almost touch. "Every day is a struggle for each of us. The line between good and evil passes through the hearts of us all. To run from it, as you do, will grant you safety from the demons that plague you. This burden may be too great to shake off on your own, but be aware that you are not. I am here, should temptations strike you. If you feel the urge to commit evil I ask that you come to me, or go to someone you can trust. Tanis would be willing to lend you his support, I think. Just remember that you never have to stand alone when you are surrounded by allies and by friends." The old man leans back. "So, I take it you won't be needing that poison recipe?"
She shakes her head a little, amused. Not really seeing the Druid's main point. It's a Mental and Spiritual battle. How can they possibly help? Oh well, better humour him. And I'm not running forever. Eventually...I'll beat it. She giggled. "No and thanks. Now if you excuse me I have to go appear stupid to confuse the demons in my soul. Unless you wanna hear me sing? I can like...sing really good. Usually." She smiled, that familiar expression crossing her features again.
"I'd like that very much, actually."
"Hum. Alrighty. Erm, I'm not really good at the songs that don't come from home. And the ones from home are depressing so if it's not good...don't eat me or anything."
Sorel laughs lightly. "Perish the thought."
She hums a little, beginning a tune she heard in a tavern one day and liked. She began to sing softly, somewhat shy.
"Got up this morning. On the right side of bed. With all these crazy thoughts screaming through my head! I can't wait to see what this day holds for me, Oh it's a new day! It feels so good to be alive, even if a little rain should fall...'Cause every moment brings a new surprise to us all! Oh, it's a new day! I found a friend in you! Let's keep it that way! Yeah. It's a new day!"
Sorel taps his foot along to the music. "I enjoyed it immensely," he says as she finishes.
She giggles. "That was so like totally not my best. But thanks. I can sing the old songs best. But they're all weird. And icky. And drab."
Sorel nods. "Of course. Tell me, what do you think about the meeting this morning? About Dam?"
"He probably didn't have many friends when he was a kid. I mean, look at him. All offensive and a lil bitter." She tilts her head, leaning forward again. "Maybe he was bullied. Yeah, that's it. Poor Dam..."
"It is possible. It's important to remember, however, that one is not simply the sum of their experiences," he says pointedly. "Do you think you could come to trust him?"
"I dunno. He said he'd put an arrow in my leg if I made a mistake. That's like...bordering on nasty. Heck, that's really nasty." She frowns, a pout forming as she settled back into ditz mode.
"Sometimes, Kria, people act a certain way not because it's how they want to be, but because something prevents them from being themselves. And sometimes, Kria, all it takes is the support of people you can trust to help them. But very few of us are comfortable with Dam, let alone trust him."
Heh...can't be themselves? Is that me he's referring to...? She nodded slowly, looking at Sorel. "Well...I can't really talk much other people. I mean, I've not really come to know him yet. And then there's like the whole thing about first impressions being icky. So I'll wait and see." She smirks. "And resist blasting him for being a jackass."
Sorel smiles. "That's the spirit." He stands. "I'm glad you came to speak to me, Kria, and I hope you do it again soon. For now, be confident that not a word of what has been said will be repeated by me, unless you lose control over yourself completely. That sound alright to you?"
"I should go for the doc first..." She giggles and nods at Sorel, to let him know that she understood. "Thanks. And um, if you ever want a repear performance...please ask. Singing is my actual profession after all."
"I look forward to it."

Posted by: Cyrus Tue May 16, 2006 4:26 am
[AVATAR OVERLOAD!] Gail, tired of stalking the shops around Hassan, made her way back to the tavern when she was struck by a flash of memory. No, it couldn't be, she thought as she made her way to the centaur, her brow furrowed as she tried to put a name to the all-too familiar face. "Farain? Is that you?"
Farain sat silent, having started fiddling with his bow again to make sure everything was in top working condition. He's been paranoid about it for two years, every since he it broke on him, causing an arrow to misfire. When he heard his voice for the second time today he looked at the person.
: "Ye -- Gail!"
: "I thought that was you," she replied, a warm smile firmly on her face for the first time since she began this job. Finally, someone I know..."What are you doing here? Last time I remember, you were practicing your bow work back in Ribble."
Farain stood up, kicking his front legs a little to remove some of the dust.
: "I came here in order to catch a ship to find a skilled bowman to apprentice under. My father could only teach me so much, so he sent me out on my own. Little did I know, that he was actually sending me here to join this expedition set up by that Swiftjoke fellow... What about you? I heard you were in Ribble a little while back. I would have visited you, but I was really busy at the time..."
: "I understand. It wasn't exactly a vacation, in any respect, so I probably wouldn't have been able to talk, either way." She then looks to the centaur, focusing on the lax string that hung loosely to one side. "Something wrong with your bow?"
Farain took a look at his bow, shaking his head a bit.
: "No, nothing wrong. I just get paranoid with it. Been that way for about two years now. I was practicing one day, and I guess the bow I was using was too worn out or the bow string was... But, I went to shoot and something went wrong and it misfired. Almost got my father right in the eye. Luckily, he moves pretty fast for his size so he only got away with a little nick on the ear."
: "That's...quite a story," Gail comments, unable to imagine the focused centaur missing...or nearly hitting someone as he did. "Reminds me of a time I got over zelaous with my mentor...of course, that was wooden swords, but he was still stunned for a good while." She then looks over to something else, anything else as she asks the next question. "I doubt you know, but...how is my mother?"
Farain frowned slightly, "To be honest... I'm not sure. I didn't get much of a chance to say any final goodbyes when I left, and my father was really pushing me the last few months leading up to my departure. Were you able to visit her the last time you were near Ribble...?"
: "Shortly. The mission came first, and afterwards, the order had another one waiting for me. She seemed fine for the small time I had with her, but...I couldn't help that something was wrong. I was just wondering if anyone else had noticed...," she then shakes her head, the smile returning. "It's probably my imagination. Sorry for making it sound so morose. Was anything happening before you left? It's fall, the harvest should be coming up soon."
Farain thought for a moment.
: "Yeah, everyone was getting ready. It was a pretty good year, so there is definitely going to be a surplus this year. That's good, too. Ribble needs a few good harvests from time to time." Farain placed his bow back onto his back, having fiddled with it during both of his conversations today. "Is everything well with you?"
Gail nods.
: "The order was rather active when I left, but I think they can do without me. Some of the others were actually returning to their homes to help out with harvesting, so that's what made me think of it in the first place. Actually, why don't you stop by after this is over? They could use the extra pair of hands."
Farain smiled faintly.
: "Yeah... That sounds like a good idea." In the back of his mind, Farain was a little saddened. He wasn't sure when he'd be back home, actually... "Say, Gail. Have you heard anything about what's going on, and why these people were summoned here? I'm sure news of this reaches Ribble, but none of it ever reaches me."
: "Apparently, we're here to search for the hero Max."
He nodded.
: "Do you think there's more to it than that? Sometimes, it seems like things aren't like they should be. Everything in Ribble is going great, but after that devil attack... I'm not sure. You've been away from Ribble for a while. Have you noticed anything...different?"
Gail's head seem to droop slightly, strands of her silver hair falling over her face.
:"Only that there never seems to be a shortage of jobs. Also, there only seems to be more and more undead these days...I just wonder who's causing it all. The devil attack might be unrelated, but it just looks to me that that'd be too conveinent."
Farain shivered a bit.
: "Thankfully I haven't managed to run into any undead..." He let out a soft sigh. "Well, it seems that we've got a nice, large task ahead of us. Which reminds me... Have you had the chance to meet our...caring... leader, Dicem?"
Gail nods again, this time slower.
: "He seems more at ease in an individual setting, but his lack of experience makes me wonder if he's right for the job...Then again, I'm probably less experienced than he is, so what do I know? I take it you haven't had your time with him, then."
Farain shook his head.
: "Not yet. But, before you came along, I had a conversation about Dicem with Sorel... Not sure if you met him yet or not. He was here trying to rally some support for Dicem, as farfetched of an idea that sounds. But, he made some good points..."
: "Hmmm..." Gail looks inside the tavern. I wonder... "Is Sorel inside?"
: "He could be. He was making rounds talking to everyone... He wants to garner support for Dicem because he feels that if the group stays against Dicem, it could cost us heavily in future battles."
: "I see..." she said, her gaze still moving inside the noisy bar. She turned back to Farain, a more serious look crossing her face. "I just realized I have to do something. Another time, then?"
Farain nodded.
: "Sure. If you ever need to talk about something, just come find me."
: "I will. Thank you." Her face softens, showing one last smile to an old friend before heading on inside.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 16, 2006 4:28 am
Sorel sees the familiar face of Gail pop into the tavern, and he waves her over. : "Gail!" he calls, "You have a moment?" Gail hears Sorel's voice over the din of talk and banter, waving at the old man and eventually making her way to the table. "Of course," she said before motioning to a nearby chair.
: "May I?"
: "By all means," he says amicably. "I wanted to discuss the events of this morning."
The paladin nods, taking her seat before speaking.
: "Go on."
: "I have spoken at length with many of the others," Sorel says, "and the attitude is apparent. There is a great deal of animosity built up towards Dam Dicem, animosity which will do nothing but hinder our progress."
: "Indeed. Their hatred for him seems written on many of the group's faces." She looks to the stairs, and the room that she had entered not too long ago. "He seems intelligent...but I have a feeling leadership is a skill he sorely lacks in."
: "I don't know if I can trust him...but I have a feeling I will have to, if the group is to be united." She then returns to the old man, smiling warily. "That isn't what you wanted to hear, is it?"
: "Leadership is a many-faceted skill, one requiring confidence, decisiveness, strategy, and foresight. In these things Dam is skilled. What he lacks, to put it simply, is charisma. He is not inspiring, or moving, or even pleasant. That is why he is difficult to trust, and also why he is unwilling to trust us past what he can quantify."
Sorel smiles.
: "I wanted to hear your thoughts. No more, no less."
Gail was left speechless by the druid's wisdom...It encompassed so much more than any she had ever encountered. Suddenly, she realized what this was about, and she couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
: "I see. You want me to become his...'face'?"
Sorel nods.
: "The thought occurred to me this morning, that you and I should act as intermediaries between Dam and the rest of the group. You have the force of personality needed to motivate, move, and inspire, and I think I can do my part to be sure cooler heads prevail in a dispute."
: "I was thinking to approach Dam with the idea after the meeting tonight, if you agreed."
The paladin nods, her left hand propped up against her chin as her eyes look far away. Finally, she nods.
: "It is a sound plan," she said, turning back to the old man's eyes. "I only hope I might meet your expectations."
Sorel radiates compassion as he looks into Gail's eyes.
: "I expect only that you will work to the best of your ability, and I have confidence that we will succeed."
Gail returns Sorel's compassion with a warm smile, full of energy and confidence at his words.
: "Thank you. I will not fail you." She then looked to the stairs again, a determined look on her face. "In fact, I think I can now do what I came here to do." She rises, giving the wise man one last look before she leaves. "Tonight, then?"
: "Tonight." Sorel says.
She nods, going past the table and climbing the stairs to the room of their leader, determination burning in her eyes.
Sorel watches the young paladin depart, serenity having found him.

Posted by: Cyrus Tue May 16, 2006 6:20 am
Gail knocks soundly on the thick oak door to Dam's 'office', waiting for a response before barging in. : "Come in," Dicem said, an amused expression crossing his face as Gail opened the door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Upon entering, she closes the door again, taking the same bow she performed when she left.
: "I apologize for the intrusion, sir, but I must ask...What shall the group fund be used for, other than necessaties and the occasional purchase for another member, if you allow it?"
: "That's all it's for," Dicem said. "We're each being paid hansomely for this gig, and while taking every penny you people have and running with it would seem like a good idea, the fact is I just don't spend that much money. Do spread the word that I will be keeping very specific tabs on what's being purchased," he added. "Just because I don't feel like stealing your money means I don't keep... meticulous records."
Gail nods at the suggestion, and, satisfied with the answer, produced a coin purse from her haversack. She places it on the table before speaking.
: "I had my sword replaced with one made of alchemic silver, just so you know for your...records."
[Gail donates 5,701 gold.]
: "I see... thank you, Gail," Dicem said. "Do you need anything else?"
: "Yes. Sorel and I have a proposal for you, which we shall present in private after the meeting tonight."
: "I see. I'll be waiting, then," the rogue said, nodding.
: "Thank you, sir. Good day." The youth then leaves, the echo of her greaves fading into the floor boards as she shuts the door and proceeds down stairs.

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue May 16, 2006 2:13 pm
Sorel sees Gorrik pass the tavern and gestures to him. "Gorrik! A word, if I may?" The dwarf looks around trying to find who was calling for him and spots ageing druid. "Ah, Sorel! What can I do fer you?" "I simply wanted to speak with you for a moment." He gestures to an empty table. "Have a seat."
A word he says.... The soul projects into Gorrik's mind.
"Sure thing lad," Gorrik replied heartily "What would ye like te talk about?"
"Specifically, about what happened this morning." Sorel says as he sits opposite Gorrik.
"Ye mean about the meetin' we had with Dam? Or what happened even earlier this mornin'?”
"The meeting." Sorel says. "The lessons of the battle present themselves in the meeting as well, and the meeting was much less unpleasant. Tell me, what do you think of Dam?"
"I think his heart's in the righ' place, bu' he doesn' seem te be goin' about it the best way possible. He also seems te be missin' a fairly large helpin o' tact."
"If he could hold off on insultin' us all the time, he may actually be good leader"
Sorel nods. "I am inclined to agree. Still, he is our leader, insulting or no, and we may have to depend upon him. I wonder, though, how possible that would be, since so few of us seem able to trust him. Your thoughts?"
"Well..." Gorrik clears his throat "I think the best way would be for us to just get to know each other, and hope tha' the trust develpos the longer we're together..." Gorrik pauses briefly. "Perhaps if he shows us tha' he can lead the next time we're in the thick o' battle it may ease tensions a li'l bit."
Sorel nods. "The passage of time does much to heal wounds," he says, "But I wonder if we can afford it. If we are caught in battle even half as disorganized as we were last night, it would be a disaster, and if someone whose weapons are more subtle; manipulation, intrigue, and subterfuge, sees this disunity, they may be able to fracture us irrevocably, and end our quest by sending us at each other."
The Druid has sized up the situation perfectly, don't you agree brother?
Agreed, with words like that it makes me wish he was chosen to be the leader by that Swiftjoke fellow instead
Unfortunately he is not the leader and there is nothing we can do about it at the moment but trust there was a reason behind the decision for Dam to lead.
"In any event," Sorel says to break the silence, "We are, for the moment, left as a group with little trust to offer each other. The first step is to trust Dam, to trust he was chosen to lead us for a reason."
"You're quite wise Sorel, not many people would think of such things, and even fewer would try an' prevent them."
"Wisdom doesn't mean much if it isn't tied to wise action," Sorel replies, "Which is my goal here. I assume you're soon to climb those steps and meet Dam. I only wished to speak to you to be sure you knew the sentiment of the group, and to see how your sentiment compares. In less trying times, I hope to speak to you about less trying matters." He stands. "If you will excuse me, it's been a long time since I checked on Lunauga. Is there anything else you'd like to say before I go?"
"Not tha' I can think of at the moment." Gorrik smiles to Sorel "Bu' if anytihn' comes up, I'll be sure te find you."
"Many thanks, Gorrik. I will see you at tonight's meeting."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue May 16, 2006 4:07 pm
Kayla decides against making any purchases for now and she heads back to the tavern. A few minutes later, she finds herself in front of the room set aside for the 'interviews'. Kayla takes a deep breath before she rests her hand on the doorknob and turns it. The door creaks open and she steps inside the room. Kayla decides against making any purchases for now and she heads back to the tavern. A few minutes later, she finds herself in front of the room set aside for the 'interviews'. Kayla takes a deep breath before she rests her hand on the doorknob and turns it. The door creaks open and she steps inside the room.
"Close the door, then sit down and give me your name," Dam said, closing a book before looking keenly at Kayla.
Kayla frowns beneath the hood of her cloak and closes the door behind her. She pulls out a chair and sits down, her arms rested in her lap. Kayla answers him hesitantly.
"Kayla McFadden."
"Kayla, I removed my hood to speak with you; the least you could do is repay the favor," Dam said, still watching her intently.
Kayla leans forward, the slightly taller woman staring at him intently.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," Dicem said. "Take off the hood."
"Very well."
Kayla reaches up with a hand and pulls back the hood of her cloak. Dark red hair falls over her shoulders and against her back. Kayla looks upon him with light blue eyes, but oddly they have slits in them. As she speaks, fangs are clearly visible.
"There, are you satisfied?"
"One can never truly be satisfied, I think," Dam said, his expression still the same blank slate. "What do you do for a living?"
Kayla sits back down and crosses one leg over the other.
"Many things, Dam Dicem. Sneak about in the shadows, break into buildings, get passed traps, and perform feats of acrobatics. I prefer stealth rather than brute strength." Kayla looks at him intently. "I sometimes steal, and I can bluff my way out of most things."
"A woman after my own heart," he said, a slight smile on his face. "I think I know enough about your abilities, but I do have some... other questions."
"Other questions?" Kayla sighs. "Well, I suppose that's alright..."
"Where are you from?"
As before, Kayla is a little bit reluctant to respond. After a few moments of silence, she speaks.
"I come from the village of Yeel on Grans Island."
And your parents?" he asked, still watching her intently.
Kayla replies cooly. "My mother was born in Yeel, but I didn't know my father. Only what mother told me about him, which wasn't much."
"Let's be frank, Kayla... well, I'll be Frank, you can be Elena," the rogue said, leaning back on the bed. "It's obvious you've got other bloodlines running through your veins... what would they be?"
"You just had to ask me that..." Kayla frowns and replies flatly. "Demon. I apparently get it from my father."
"Hmm... your thoughts on last night's battle, then?"
"Even though we killed the devils, we nearly lost three people last night. I sincerely hope that it never happens again. So, when tactics come into play, make sure you have a plan B just in case."
"I didn't mean tactics," Dicem said. "The enemies themselves. The devils."
"Opps, sorry." Kayla pouts. "The devils...made me feel uneasy. My blood just started to boil when I saw them. Not only that, I think that they may have been sent here by someone."
"You're skirting the real issue, and although you're going to hate it I need to ask," Dam said. "Do you like devils and demons at all?"
Kayla narrows her eyes at him, replying in a cold tone. "Why in hell would I like devils or demons? Whatever creature decided to go after my mother is the reason I'm cursed." The tiefling rubs her temple. "Besides, they could have killed us last night."
"I'm well aware of that; just need to make sure I won't have any difficulties. Now then... does your unusual heritage provide you with any abilities I should know about?"
"I am a bit resistant to certain elements, and I can cast one spell. It's inherent, I believe. I can make a certain area completely pitch black for a certain amount of time. Oh, I almost forgot. I can see in the dark."
"Heh... that, I say will be most useful indeed," Dicem said. "You're free to go."
Kayla nods and walks out the door, closing it behind her. She pulls the hood of her cloak back over her head and heads to the bar area. Kayla takes a seat at a table by herself.

Posted by: Alpha Tue May 16, 2006 6:23 pm
Feeling as if his spirits had liften because of his talk with Sorel, Tanis apporached Dicem's door in a considerably better frame of mind that he thought he would have done earlier. He steadies himself as he reaches it though, focuses his mind, and knocks.
: "Come in and sit down," Dam said from the other side.
: Tanis opens the door, walks in positively, and takes a seat.
: "Ah, Tanis... I think this is likely the most important meeting of the day," Dicem said, picking up a book and opening it. "Tell me... how do you feel after last night's events?"
Tanis spared a slight glance at the book. He did enjoy reading after all. After that, his focus shifted to Dicem.
: "I..feel better. In a way. Once I regained consciousness, I felt less vital that I had beforehand. Though I've purchased an amulet that's made me feel like I used to."
: "That's good," the rogue said, continuing to scan the page. "Sadly, I never got to see your abilities in action; what is it that you do?"
: "I'm a warmage," came the short, clipped response.
: "Do you use a spellbook?" the young man asked, flipping a page.
: "No, I do not. Warmages store the knowledge of all their spells inside them. As such, I know less spells than other casters would. However, where warmages lack in number of spells known, our offensive spells are more destructive than other caster's spells are."
: "Useful indeed," Dicem said. "Melee combat abilities?"
: "Not great," the catfolk replied. "I'm more skilled with weapons than normal mages are and I'm pretty good with a crossbow. Oh, and I can cast whilst wearing armour."
: "Mmm... I see," Dam said, still reading. "Tell me, Tanis... what do you think of me? I'm sure you didn't like what I said earlier."
: "I don't know what to think yet. I found your words extremely harsh, but I've been persuaded to let go of my anger. When I've spent more time with you, I'll be able to answer that question more accurately." A pause. "I find it odd that you ask to interview me though, and don't even look at me when I am to you."
: "What can I say... I multitask well," Dicem said, still reading. "If you find me harsh, then good. Where I come from, you learn quick that if you're not smart and quick on your feet you'll be feeding worms; doing something foolish gets you dead real fast."
: "Sleeping in a secluded, unfamiliar place with no allies to watch your back - when you have them, no less - is an invitation for robbery and murder. But I think you get that now."
: "I am a creature of habit Mr.Dicem. I've been sleeping outside for months now. I didn't see any need not to. I certainly didn't expect the attack to occur. But, I suppose your response to that is to expect anything?" Tanis pauses once more. "I do get what you mean though."
: "Good. If you get my meaning - and you learn from this rare second chance - then you're far, far smarter than last night indicates and worth keeping. Just keep a closer eye out in the future."
: "You can be certain I will. I'm not going to easily forget what happened to me," Tanis replied, full of conviction this time.
: "Here," Dam said, closing the book before tossing it to Tanis. "Look at it."
((all blank pages inside.))
: "Ah. An attention diverter. To be honest, I didn't really notice it apart from initial inspection. It's part of my training to focus on the task. I suppose I could say you were the task here."
: "Keep that focus and I don't think there'll be any more instances like the last," the rogue said, taking the empty book back. "As much as it was your fault for not sleeping in the inn, there were other factors out of your control. Foresight is not simply being able to predict and control everything, but is also noticing that which you can't predict or control. Now is there anything you need from me?"
: "Not really." He then takes out his money bag. "Initially, pure bitterness was going to stop me from contributing to the group fund. I'm in a different frame of mind now though." With that, Tanis hands over a thousand gold pieces.
: Dicem nodded as he accepted the money. "Very well. If that's all, then, you're free to go."
: "Ok then." With that, Tanis stands up and leaves, thinking the meeting had gone much better than he'd anticipated. He went downstairs to the bar area, actually in the mood to talk to somebody.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue May 16, 2006 8:21 pm
Morgan stays in his room for quite a while, meditating on the past days' events. Seeing the way things were turning, it was becoming a true necessity to find someone in the group with whom he could conciliate. But who would be willing enough to share his opinion about Dam? Thinking of a way to convince such a person, he pulls his hood over his head and leaves his room. He then goes downstairs to the main room of the inn, chooses a table in the corner of a wall to sit down and awaits, watching people coming in and out of the inn.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue May 16, 2006 10:47 pm
Sorel happens upon Mahler as he walks to the temple where he'd last seen Lunauga. : "Mahler!" he calls. "You have a moment?" *Mahler, who had been waiting patiently to speak to Dam and to see Ombligo, turned slowly from his still, standing position to acknowledge Sorel.*
: There is always time, Sorel. And for you, I always have a moment.
Sorel smiles as he approaches the golem.
: "I wanted to talk to you about Dam, and about Ombligo."
: Go on.
: "You were at the meeting this morning," Sorel says, "You saw what Dam said, and how Ombligo reacted. It worries me, understandable though it was. Tell me, how do you feel about Dam?"
*The golem stands silent, as though he had gone inactive. His glowing, yellow eyes dimmed slightly, then brightened again as though he had blinked.*
: There are many things about him I find despicable. It is disheartening to see one who cares so little about the welfare of others.
: "You see the problem clearly, then. Dam, unwilling or unable to care for others, does not offer trust and makes no effort to be trustworthy. We, seeing Dam as he portrays himself, find it difficult to trust him, and we will likely chafe under his command." Sorel pauses, gripping his staff tightly and staring at the sky. "It is cold, for autumn. Winter comes swiftly. I fear our quest may fail on the backs of this dissent."
: We know little about him. He might yet learn the meaning of trust, compassion, and valor.
*Mahler follows Sorel's gaze to the sky.*
: Is it cold? I have a hard time feeling cold or warmth.
: "Even you will feel this chill, if it descends unchecked. And I hope you are right." Sorel's eyes cast back down at Mahler after a long silence. "I wish to ask your help in something."
: What can I help you with?
: "First, I'd ask of you the same thing I've asked of everyone else. Attempt to trust in Dam, as much as you can, because distrust will breed disaster. Second, I would ask you to keep an eye on Ombligo, even moreso than normal. Ombligo's response was more... vehement than most, and he is still in a very formative state. It would be terrible for him to take bitterness, cynicism, and contempt as lessons of this endeavor. Do what you can to keep him out of trouble, as you always do, and also take care that he starts none, especially with Dam."
*Mahler nods slowly, then raises his head once more.*
: I have had no reason to distrust Dam, only to dislike his motives. He will be given the respect due any living being, and especially so at your request. For Ombligo, it is my responsibility to protect him, and so I shall. I saw him into this world, and I will not see him ruined by it.
Sorel's eyes shine with happiness.
: "I knew I could count on you, Mahler. You have my gratitude."
*Shakes his head.*
: You have no reason to thank me. It is only what I am made for.
Sorel leans his head a bit to the side.
: "Perhaps. But it would be a hollow life, I think, not to be grateful for one's existence, and the existence of friends."
: You are a good man, Sorel.
: "As are you, Mahler." Sorel bows his head. "I must be off again. I have to check on Lunauga, and there remain a few among us I have yet to speak with. I will see you again tonight, at the next meeting. Farewell."
: Farewell.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 17, 2006 12:41 am
Coventry walks down a worn street with a smirk across his face, as he walks he weaves magic in the air and removes the faint bruise caused by Kria. He pauses, shaking his head, "...how disappointing..." With a sigh, he turns and walks along an alley back to the main road.
Seeing noone looking particularly intersting to talk to yet in the bar area of the tavern, Tanis decides to go out again. And think on things, as was his way.
Approaching the tavern, Coventry slows as Tanis emerges and waves, "I see you lost your emotional friend?" He tilts his head, "Is she well?"
Tanis thinks on this for a moment. "Yes, I'm sure she is. She gets upset easily, but she also cheers up easily."
Coventry nods, rubbing his chin, "I thought so... Mood swings."
"You thought so? How did you come to think that?"
Coventry adjusts his glasses, "Well, I am a Doctor. I think its a symptom of a greater problem..." He looks at Tanis, "Speaking of which, I'm conducting medical interviews of the expedition members. I think I'll take this opportunity to ask you a few questions, but first..." He looks at the warmage appraisingly, "How are you after your death?"
Tanis hesitates slightly whilst answering this, the painful memories still strong. "I...when I woke up, I felt weak. Weaker than I did before. A very unpleasant feeling. I had to buy an amulet to restore myself to how I felt yesterday."
Coventry nods, "It's a common after effect of resurrection... There's no simple means of restoring your health." He sighs, "If I were more experienced, I might have been able to help you. Anyway...are you afflicted by any curses, illnesses, or allergies that I should know about?"
"None. I've always been quite healthy. Perhaps it comes from living outdoors constantly and extensive travelling."
Coventry frowns slightly, "I see..." He chuckles, "You've traveled extensively? A fine way to live..." He looks back at Tanis intently, "Now, your race is catfolk and your gender is male... Age?"
"I am twenty one years old."
Coventry nods, "Alright, final question for now. Have you engaged in sexual intercourse?"
"I have not," comes the reply.
Coventry nods, then looks at Tanis for a long moment intently, "Just out of curiosity, what's your relationship with Kria? I know she's the same race but..." He shrugs, "I've been around Parmecia and there are lots of nice stable eligible female catfolk."
Tanis smiles. "We're are friends and nothing more. I do not see many catfolk anymore, not for any particular reason though, and so it's nice to be in the company of one. She may seem..." Tanis searches for the right word "..Unorthodox, but she is a good person and I have enjoyed travelling with her. Things are certainly more interesting with her than if I was still solitary, that's for certain."
Coventry rubs his chin with a grin, "So I've seen..." He chuckles, "Definitely more interesting." He tilts his head, arching an eyebrow, "Tell me Tanis, what do you think of the jelly blob?"
"I don't know what you refer to. Perhaps you could elaborate?"
Coventry tilts his head and frowns, "Well...you know...the jelly blob..." He outlines a oblong in the air with his hands, "You know, the one that floats around...with those tentacles... You know, its a caster too?"
"You...you mean Ombligo?" Tanis was slightly surprised at the Doctor's description of the Magic Creature. "Well. He seems both intelligent and likable. Why do you ask?"
Coventry frowns, mouthing the strange word slowly, "Omm...blong...o? Oblongo?" He wrinkles his nose, "That's a weird name...somehow fitting though..." He looks at Tanis intently, "It is a he then? Interesting..."
"No. It's pronounced Oohm-blee-goh," Tanis said, correcting the Doctor. "Yes, the name is unusual, but as you say, strangley fitting. As far as gender goes, I am sure Ombligo is male. Though how you would establish gender differences between Magic Creatures is beyond me."
Coventry smiles, "So...as a mage, how do you feel about traveling with magic given physical form?" He chuckles, "I've heard of living spells, how would you feel if one of your spells came to life?"
"Warmage, not mage" Tanis automatically corrects. "There is a difference" he says with an easy smile. "As far as how I'd feel if one of my spells came to life, I'm not sure. It could be argued that they're alive in a way anyway. And it also depends what you mean when you say 'alive'."
Coventry replies quietly, "Sentient." He then shrugs, "Well now, shall I buy you a drink? I was thinking of buying one for Sorel but the more the merrier." He gestures back into the tavern.
"Well, I'd planned to go and think on things for a while. But, of course. Kria says I need to socialise more," Tanis says with a slight grimace.
Coventry takes a deep breath, "Yeah... Well...she needs SOMETHING herself..."
"Oh, and as far as my magic becoming sentient, I honestly would not be able to say how I would react. If it ever happens to me, I'll be sure to tell you though."
Coventry steps into the tavern with a chuckle, pausing for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light. A moment later he is followed by Tanis.
Doctor Coventry looks around the room for a long moment, then frowns, "SOREL!!!" He looks around the room again, "BY MITULA'S THREE BREASTS!!! WHERE THE HELL IS THAT OLD MAN" He sighs, looking at the catfolk, "Sorry, I guess that drink will have to wait." He nods, "I'll see if I can hunt him down and you'll have your time to think."
Slightly surprised at the Doctor's methods of locations, Tanis nods. "Ok then." With that, he looks around the room, seeing if there's anybody else to talk to.
Coventry nods and exits the tavern. He then begins walking around the town swiftly, looking intently at the various shops and gathering places.
Ombligo floats about through the port town of Hassan once more, not having as short a time limit to explore as he did earlier.
Coventry pauses as he spots the strange figure floating around, then approaches slowly, "Hey!" He frowns, mouthing the unfamiliar word awkwardly, "Oblongo!" He walks forward, "Hey! Over here!" He waves.
Ombligo looks over at Coventry, shaking his tentacles about, replying - slightly annoyed at the mistake, "Ombligo! My name is Ombligo!" He floats over to Coventry.*
Coventry looks at Ombligo in confusion, "Yeah... Omblemgo, that's what I said." He looks at Ombligo appraisingly, adjusting his glasses, "You know, you're the first magic creature I've ever encountered." He looks at Ombligo curiously, "I ran into a living spell once in Destonia but it was nothing like you. Interesting..."
"Ombligo! It's not hard at all to pronounce, Mr. Coventry." *Ombligo thinks a minute, not entirely sure where Destonia is, "Hey, where is Destonia, anyway?"
Coventry chuckles, replying with perfect pronunciation, "It's Doctor Coventry, Ombligo." He looks over his glasses into the distance, "It's a country to the east." He smirks, "An empire... Quite a military power. Nice girls too."
Ombligo replies, "Oh! They must be fighting well against the devils, then."
"Maybe..." Coventry shrugs, "It's been several months since last time I was there." He looks at Ombligo closely, holding a hand out, "May I?"
Ombligo stretches out one tentacle, "Um, okay. It's better than poking me."
Coventry ignores the tentacle, resting his hand on top of Ombligo and pressing down gently but firmly.
Ombligo asks in surprise, "Wha? What are you doing?"
Coventry frowns, "I was wondering how this whole floating worked..." He shrugs slightly, removing his hand, "How much can you carry?"
Ombligo responds, "About as much as I weigh without slowing down."
Coventry nods seriously, "Very useful, you don't have to step in any hairballs Kria leaves around." He frowns, "You know, honestly I thought you would be the strangest member of this expedition but the strange combination of cat dog that Kria is takes the cake."
Ombligo blinks, "Kria's a cat dog???"
Coventry nods, "I'd say its rather obvious." He sighs, looking back to Ombligo, "As the Doctor for this little expedition, I'm gathering medical information about each of us. Are you afflicted by any curses, illnesses, or allergies that I should know about?"
Ombligo rubs his shell with his tentacle, "Um...I don't think so. I know I don't have any curses - and I don't feel sick. I don't know if I can even get allergies."
Coventry nods, "Very good. Your race is magical creature, your gender is male and your age is?"
"I have a gender? Um...Well, for my age...Mahler says I'm only half a year in human years...But in Magic Creature years I'm six!" Ombligo says, bobbing up and down, proudly.
Coventry frowns, "Really? Interesting, were you raised in a community of Magical Creatures then?" He pauses, wincing slightly, "I really didn't want the mental images involved with the last question but in this case I might have to ask..."
"Nope! I hatched in Mahler's home. I've never seen another Magic Creature in my whole life. I guess it's not surprising that's why people always look at me funny."
Coventry breaths a sigh of relief then tilts his head, "Then how do you know how old you are in magic creature years?"
Ombligo repiles, "I read a book on Magic Creatures once."
Coventry nods, "I've seen a few...but never took the time to read one of them. Do you have that book on you by chance, I don't even know anything about your anatomy." He looks at Ombligo with a troubled expression, "Can I even heal you?"
"Sorry, I didn't think to get that... Ombligo says, a slight red glow shining through part of his 'face', "Healing spells work just fine on me."
"Well... That's reflief." Coventry sighs, "Have you seen Sorel around here by chance? I was looking for him just now."
Ombligo nods, "Yeah. He's in the tavern. He said he'd be talking to people."
Coventry frowns, "Ombligo. That's reckless." He crosses his arms, looking out over the town, "I have to tell you, I was just in the tavern and Sorel was not there." He looks at Ombligo pointedly, "What if there was an attack? What then?" He shakes his head, "You should know where your...team...members..." He starts chuckling, his words breaking up, "at...all times...after...all...what...would...Dicem say?" He laughs, "Who...doesn't even...know our names yet?" He shakes his head with a wide smile, "Ah... This is going to be a great trip."
"Weird. I just came from the tavern not long ago and he was there. Maybe you're going blind."Ombligo says, taunting the doctor.
Coventry smirks, his eyes distant as if recalling something, "Not unless he's going deaf as well..." He pauses, "Speaking of the governor, I have to meet with him." He sighs, "I should attend to that.
Ombligo smiles, "Okay. Take it easy, then!"
Coventry chuckles as he walks away, "Always."
The doctor makes his way to the chamber set aside for interviews. He enters without fanfare.
Coventry walks into the room with a calm smile, his hands resting at his sides. Around his neck hangs a silver statuette of two angels, one male and one female, embracing with an orb between their foreheads. He wears a simple wire frame pair of glasses. He wears the same clothing as when first encountered, down to the single wand hanging at his belt and the silver shield haphazardly hanging from his back.
"Welcome... take a seat, please," Dam said, placing a bookmark in the text he'd been skimming. "Your name and profession."
Coventry sits down, nodding slightly, then smiles, "Alastor Coventry, Doctor. I'm a follower of Lavis specializing in restorative techniques and physical mobility." He adjusts his glasses, "I'm also a scholar of religion and medicine." He smirks as if remembering something, "...a well known one if I say so myself."
"We travel in different circles, because I've never heard of you," Dicem said. "I approve of the spell you used near the end of the battle, as well as the speed with which you assisted Sorel. It's something you may need to do again."
Coventry smiles warmly, "Thank you for your approval. I hope I can continue to live up to your expectations."
"That's what I like to hear," Dam said, nodding. "Doctor, tell me... you do seem to have the field of medicine covered, but how do you feel about combat?"
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "How do I feel about combat? What do you mean?"
"Perhaps I've phrased it incorrectly" Dam said, standing. "How are your combat skills, considering your focus on healing wounds rather than giving them?"
Coventry speaks with slight contempt, "Unlike others, I focus on my field rather than dividing my efforts." He shrugs, "I keep the killers in good condition, they do the killing. I see no reason to pretend to be a killer."
"Mmm... point noted," the orange-haired youth said. "Your ability to dodge and defend yourself... how is that? I need to know whether we'll need to put a guard on you while you do your work."
"Guard?" Coventry smirks, adjusting his glasses, "None of you could keep up with me." He shakes his head, "I'll take care of myself."
"I'll keep that in mind," Dicem said. "Do you have a spellbook I can look at? I'd like to know what other support spells you've got in your repetoire - helps with tactical planning."
The Doctor lowers his head stifling a chuckle before replying, "Those who call upon the divine do not make use of spellbooks..." He wrinkles his nose in disdain, "It separates us from mages." He tilts his head, "I have few support spells of the sort that I utilized last night." He rubs his chin thoughtfully, "I can ward against evil but that's about it."
"I expect it'll do wonders," Dicem said, nodding. "How are your people skills, Doctor?"
Coventry shrugs, "Horrible...or so I've been told by our friend Gilliam."
"I figured there was something I liked about you," Dicem said, chuckling slightly. "Doctor Coventry, I'm going to give you the opportunity to ask me a few questions."
Coventry arches an eyebrow, then smiles, "Very well." With a chuckle he continues, "I have to complement you on your leadership skills..." He looks over the top of his glasses at Dicem appraisingly, "Hiding in the shadows while the group was first meeting as a spark of genius." He shakes his head, "Not to mention this whole...interviewing...and party fund. I'm impressed."
"In fact, I'm so impressed by this interview process that I've decided to implement it myself. As the Doctor for this little expedition, it's important that I know relevant details about the medical conditions of each and every individual." He tents his fingers, "Now... This seems like an excellent time to get your interview out of the way." He pulls a parchment from his bag, as well as a vial of ink and a feather pen. Dipping the pen in the ink, he begins writing while glancing up through his glasses at the expedition leader, "Dam Dicem... Right, now answer the following. Are you afflicted by any curses, illnesses, or allergies that I should know about?"
"None... I'm in perfect health," Dam said, amused.
Coventry writes for a moment, then looks up through his glasses, "Right... Now, what is your race, age, and gender? Also, are you shielded from spellcasting in a manner that would interfere with restorative casting?"
"Human, male. As for age, let's say it's between 18 and 22. And no, nothing would interfere with spells of any sort." Dicem replies.
Coventry tilts his head, lowering the pen, "I've been wondering...and this isn't a question related to your health but can you cook? Trails rations get old after awhile."
"I can," Dam said simply.
Coventry sighs, "I see... I suppose I should look into procuring some seasonings and set aside funds to dine out when possible." He looks back to Dicem, "Alright, final question. Have you engaged in sexual intercourse...and spare me the details."
"I have," Dam said, looking at the doctor.
Coventry nods, looking at the parchment, "That must have cost you quite a bit." He looks up seriously, "I hope that's not your intended use of the party fund."
"The party fund is for the party, not Dam Dicem," the rogue said. "If all I wanted was sex, I wouldn't be here now. And I certainly don't need to pay for it," he added. "Is that all, Doctor?"
Coventry nods, "Certainly, if there's nothing else, governor."
"You're free to go," the orange-haired youth said.
Coventry leaves the room with a smile.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed May 17, 2006 1:40 am
Lunauga had not budged from his perch, and continued to sleep in the eaves of the temple. On his way back to the tavern, Sorel sees Graigus. : "Do you have a moment?" he asks. : "I do," Graigus said. "Though, truthfully, once we're done I intend to speak to Mr. Dicem."
Sorel nods.
: "It shouldn't take long. Walk with me to the tavern."
: "What is this about?" Graigus asked, walking with the druid.
: "I wanted to speak with you about the meeting that took place this morning," Sorel says. "I've been making the rounds to many of the others, and they seem unhappy, almost to a man. Much of their discontent is centered on Mr. Dicem, however unfairly. What do you think of him?"
: "I don't like his attitude," the dwarf admitted. "Wherever he is used to operating, it's clear to me that it's not the same type situation here. Honestly, I think he may very well be a common thief, and why his services are needed are beyond me. But he is not a stupid man, and he's got something Derrik Swiftjoke thinks we need."
: "I probably don't even need to ask this, but do you trust him?"
: "I don't know what to think of him," the monk said. "His words are harsh, and yet... he showed actual concern for my wound last night - far beyond that he showed Tanis this morning. He is a living contradiction, I believe, and until I have spent more time around him I cannot put full trust in him."
Sorel hums in agreement.
: "Mmmm. I have hope that he will grow into the role, and fairly quickly, as we progress. He certainly learns quickly, and is not adverse to following good advice. My only fear, I admit, is that we may soon face a test we can only conquer as one, and distrust of our leader and unease with each other will prevent us from succeeding." Sorel bows his head slightly. "Perhaps I'm just a worrisome old man."
: "It's something you'll have to worry about," Graigus said, shaking his head. "Somehow, I think those who will not put their feelings for Dicem aside to work together would have been a problem, no matter his attitude. The fact that he's so rough around the edges only makes the problem worse."
: "The problem with those who hold grudges could be suppressed if the leader had sufficient tact." Sorel says. "I do not sense any animosity between any of the group, althought it may be early yet to detect it. Have you noticed any?"
: "No... but then again, I tend to keep more to myself," Graigus said. "In order to better myself, I have to have time apart to dwell on my own flaws."
: "A contemplative life. The endeavor to perfect the self," Sorel muses. "You are a monk, I take it?"
: "I am, though it has been a long time since I was at the monastery," the dwarf said, nodding. "This staff was the last thing I recieved before leaving, years ago."
Sorel stops dead in his tracks, his expression slack, his eyes miles away. A long moment passes like this, before he slowly starts up again.
: "You left of your own accord?" he asked Graigus.
: "Yes, though it was a mutual agreement between my old master and my new master," the monk explained. "My first master, Kensedai, was approached by my second master after a... grievous error on my part, and said that I would be a natural drunken boxer. Few get such an opportunity, so I jumped at the chance; Master Kensedai, though he did not fully approve, nonetheless decided it would be worthwhile for me to experience new teachings."
Sorel opens his mouth to speak at the words 'drunken boxer', but thinks better of it, and lets the dwarf finish.
: "You can't have been travelling very long," he says.
: "No... my studies were cut short due to happenings elsewhere; among other things, I was hoping to learn news of what happened to my new master since my departure."
: "Have you?"
: "No... but I fear things have gone awry," Graigus said. "Even so... before I left, I was taught the principles on which I should meditate, and if need be I will continue along this path alone."
: "Oh? What are these principles?"
: "For most, drinking is simply a pastime, a way to loosen up or forget things; through over-drinking and misuse, men are weakened by it. But ale, mead... these things have been around for years, and like all other things in nature can be used to strengthen the body, not weaken it," Graigus said proudly.
: "Not only that, but even without drink the fighting style is useful; unpredictable movemenets make it hard for enemies to attack or defend."
: "Well, I look forward to seeing how you progress. Ah, here we are," Sorel says, as they arrive. "I'll leave you to your meeting, then. Remember that I am here should you reach a block in your contemplation. The journey to enlightenment must be taken alone, but sometimes guidance may be needed."[b]
: "Indeed... I thank you, Sorel," Graigus said, bowing. "And though I have little to offer, what I can is yours if needed."
[b]: "I will keep that in mind. Until tonight, then."
: "Indeed," Graigus said, moving into the tavern.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed May 17, 2006 2:05 am
Kria giggled to herself, she had fixed her fur up and put on her favourite bangle. And after her conversation with Sorel everything seemed dandy and well. She skipped along, noting Mahler in the distance. : "HEYA MAHLER!!" *Having finished his conversation with Sorel, Mahler had gone to waiting once more. His eyes had dimmed, and he had begun thinking about the world once more. Kria's voice pierces his thoughts, and his eyes brighten once more.*
: Hello, Kria.
She skipped up to him and frowned, assessing him.
: "Whatcha doing?"
: Thinking and waiting. My turn with Dam has yet to come.
: "Ah...Captain Je-No wait, that's wrong." She sighed, looking up at the towering golem. "He's not very nice really. I think he was like bullied as a child or something." She nodded to herself. It had to be the answer.
: I thought that myself. He seems to be a bully himself. I don't take kindly to bullies. I take it your meeting did not go well?
*Mahler seems to move from sentence to sentence and topic to topic. He has many things on his mind, and the conversations let them flow out.*
: "Well, he said he'd stab me if my bangles made too much noise. How offensive!" She pouted, tilting her head from side to side. "He's like...not worked in a group himself. Or like, he'd have some kind of clue."
: Only time will tell. Aggravating him will only encourage him.
: "...Hm. I guess. Oh dear! I wonder where he comes from? I mean, maybe everyone around there acts that way? But like, that's kinda no excuse. Because like, he's not there and not around those people." She stamped her foot, becoming worked up.
*Mahler puts up a hand*
: Calm down, Kria. You have a reason to be upset, but like you said, he's not here now, so you don't have a reason to get so worked up. Since you're talking about origins, why don't you tell me where you're from?
She stopped, and nodded, taking a deep breath.
: "You're like Sorel. And Tanis. All calm down and stuff like that. Are you like wise? And I'm from Grans Island. The forests towards the back tip."
*Mahler rumbles a deep laugh for a second.*
: Haha. Oh, there are things that excite me to anger, or even to rage. Seeing any of you, since you are now my allies - and friends, I would hope - come to harm is a way to do it. Seeing the weak or the innocent bullied is another. Just know that I am as wise as I am, no more, no less, and I would not gauge my wisdom. I do think my creator was a wise man, though.
*Mahler pauses a second more before continuing. Kria had said much, and now he had much to answer.*
: From the forests of Grans? What did you do there?
: "We were kinda nomadic. We just wandered around the wildlands...minding our own business usually." She grinned, mentally panicking. Not that any of this was showing however.
: Ah, wandering. Now that is something I understand.[/color]
She nodded. Looking up at the clear sky and smiled.
: "Yup. We just kinda wandered about...living. it got boring after awhile. We did only go to the same places over and over."
: How did you get this job offer? Simply wandering around would make it difficult to find you.
: "I got bored and like left the clan. Then I met Tanis. And then we got an invite sometime after that." Wait...does Swiftjoke know? That could be trouble hmm...I mean...BANGLES. Ooo. Shinies! She smiled vapidly at him idly poking at his arm.
*Mahler looks at her strangely, cocking his head to the right slightly and simply staring at her.*
: Umm... Kria... what are you doing?
Kria grinned at him, withdrawing her poking head.
: "Just poking. Wowie...you're really hard!"
: I am stone, after all.
: "I see..." She grins, a strange hungry look on her face. The warlock studies Mahler closely. "Hey, Could you make a diamond Golem?"
: Hmmm...
*Mahler thinks for a moment.*
: I am no expert on making golems. I simply am one. However, from what I know, I would assume one could make a golem out of anything. People make flesh golems, after all, and there are mud golems and wood golems. *Mahler smiles* Maybe you could even make a bangle golem.
: "Oh wow! But better yet...I could just make you look pretty! Whaddaya say? Your wrists could use some of my deluxe models!" She claps her hands together, staring starry eyed at the amused golem, imagining him all decked out in pretty colours.
*Mahler laughs again, this time even more heartily.*
: Aaah, if they serve a purpose too, maybe I could model them for you.
*Mahler strikes a pose, putting a stone fist on his hip then the other up to his head. The then does a graceful-for-a-golem spin/plod in a circle, then jumps slightly, coming down with a hard thud on the ground. If she looks, Kria thinks she can see cracks in the ground.*
She punched the air with a fist, dancing around the golem laughing merrily.
: "Wow Mahler...can you dance? I can sing...maybe we can start a troupe after we find Maxie!"
: I will say that I can dance. I will not say how well.
: "Well, practise makes perfect!" She grinned, imagining the travelling troupe she could form, but first Max..."So...you beat things up then?"
: If the occassion calls for it.
: "Cool I guess...so er, where did you come from?" She was running out of topics, but then she was rather shallow. People with the depth of rocks don't fare well in intelligent conversation.
: I remember a feeling like a sudden rush of air, or like falling, then suddenly, there everything was around me, and my creator stood beside the table/altar I laid on.
: "That musta been really odd then...huh?" She frowned, looking down at the ground. She picked up a little bangle. "Musta dropped it..."
: Hmm, yes, but not so strange. Think of it as being born, but you're aware of your birth, and there was nothing before it.
*Mahler watches as she picks up the bangle.*
: " You really like bangles.
: "They are a hand distraction." She frowned, looking at the dropped bangle and then at Mahler. She frowned at the size of his wrist but then brightened, getting an idea. Without warning she slipped the Bangle onto his smallest finger. "Hey...It works!"
*Mahler looks at the bangle on his finger, confused.*
: What works?
: "It fits! You can keep it! I have lots of the others." She smiled at him, turning away wandering off again. "I hope your interview goes well Mahler! Don't let Jerkass annoy you!"
*Mahler looks at the bangle again, then smiles. Her comment makes him frown slightly, but he gets over it quickly.*
: I will do my best. Thank you for your gift. Farewell.
Kria passes BANGLE to Mahler!
She waves, not turning around, mind focused on her next target...Maybe I should go say hi to Kayla again...

Posted by: Tarethen Wed May 17, 2006 3:11 am
Farain got up from his place outside the tavern. Now was as good a time as it was going to be to go visit Dicem. He made his way into the tavern and to the room Dicem had designated for himself. He knocked softly and waited for a reply. "Come in, come in," Dam said from the other side of the door.
Farain reached for the knob and let out a soft sigh before opening the door. He trotted in and closed the door behind him, moving to stand before Dam.
"Hello. We haven't had any sort of formal introductions yet, but I'm Farain."
"Dam Dicem, if you didn't know before," the rogue said, his nose in a book. "What do you do with yourself, Farain?"
Farain glanced at the book for a moment and then focused back on Dam.
"I'm a ranger, Sir. I've traveled to Hassan in order to find a boat to find a master to train under. Of course, plans got changed..."
"And you're with us now," the rogue said. "I've heard that some Rangers can cast spells... are you at that point yet?"
Farain shook his head slightly.
"No, nothing of the sort yet. I hope that doesn't lessen my usefulness to you..."
"We've got very few people who can attack from afar and are limited by their spellcasting abilities; artillery is always welcome. If you haven't already, I'd recommend you pick up some silvered serpentstongue arrows... considering last night, I think they'll be useful to you."
"Any other skills I should know of, be it more social or otherwise?" Dicem asked.
"Other than a slightly enhanced ability to hear things, nothing else. I managed to get a decent enough sense of hearing from my father."
"Always good to have; my eyes are decent too, if I do say so myself," the rogue said. "Are there any questions you want to ask me, Farain?" the rogue said, nose still in the book.
The centaur thought for a moment.
"Is it always customary for you to read a book as you talk with your allies?"
"We've got a lot to do and little time in which to do it; I do like to multitask," Dam said.
Farain nodded just a little.
"About this party fund you are setting up, how much is required to put into it?"
"Whatever you can do, within reason," Dam said. "Next question."
"You've obtained a little bit of hate from a few people, are you going to try and fix that? I'm not doubting your leadership capabilities, but one thing I'm a little bit aware of is that people who don't like their leaders may not be completely obedient..."
"This isn't a childhood game, Farain; this is a rather expesive and now rather dangerous expedition. Anyone who isn't willing to listen to me is welcome to do so, but they shouldn't expect less than death if they do. I'm here to keep people alive long enough to get this done, not make friends."
Farain knew he couldn't argue, and knew that it was best not to.
"...You have some people who trust you. While your attitude rubs me wrongly, you're in charge, and if I want to stay alive, I'll listen. I just hope we don't have something happen like it did earlier. I was lucky, but others were not..."
"Is that all, or do you have something else to say?" Dicem asked.
Farain shook his head.
"No."
"Then we're done," the rogue said. "You're free to go."
Without a nod or a word, Farain turned and trotted for the door. He opened it silently and left the room, closing the door behind him. As he walked away from the room he mumbled,
"He still rubs me the wrong way..."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed May 17, 2006 3:26 am
Langston peeked in and gave a short, rhythmic pair of knocks on the door. "Come in," Dicem said. He nodded, sauntering in as casually as one could as he looked about at the walls and decorum of the room. "Like what you've done with the place," he mused, cracking a short smile.
"Well, I've spent years doing it," Dam said. "Name and profession?"
"It shows," he replied with a chuckle. "Langston Highbrave's the name, doing tricks on the tightrope's my fame," he spouted quickly. "Coming up with witty rhymes, sadly, isn't my forte."
"By the look of it, though, agile movements are," Dam said. "Your weapon of choice?"
Langston nodded. "Yeah, it's about all I can do." He motioned to the rapier fashioned loosely to the sash around his waist. "I call it Broderbund. Rapier. Though I carry a small hand crossbow too. Doesn't pack a lot of punch, but doesn't hurt to have. Imagine if I got to some out of reach places it could be useful."
"Indeed, indeed... I like that train of thought," Dicem said. "I don't suppose you've got any spellcasting experience, do you?"
"Can't say I do," the rat replied. "I'm pretty good at messing with stuff though. Not like the tinker, but...I seem to have a knack with small things. Locks, things with triggers. That kinda stuff. Comes in handy when a wagon breaks down at the carnival."
"Mmm... yes, good qualities to have," Dam said. "Anything you'd like to ask me, Langston?" the orange-haired youth asked.
Langston's whiskers twitched a bit. He hadn't even thought to ask anything. Scratching behind his right ear with a nail, he pondered before asking "How's things goin' so far? Seems like a lot of people have been through here already."
"We've got an interesting group; I think Derrik chose fairly well," Dam said.
"Diverse, maybe even wacky if I say so myself, and I do. Seemed skilled enough though."
"Mmm..." the rogue said. "Anything else?"
He grinned. "Honestly? That's about all I've got," he laughed a bit. "But if you need me, I'm easy to find, boss."
"That's good; expect I'll call on you when you're needed. For now, though, the rest of the day is yours."
"Sounds good!" he gave a bow and took off with a wave. "See ya."

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 17, 2006 3:36 am
As Graigus makes his way to meet with Dam, he encounters Coventry exiting his own interview. The Doctor pauses, looking at the young monk with a curious smile, "Ah... I don't believe we've been introduced, I'm Coventry, the Doctor for this expedition. You are?"
"Graigus Stonemead," the dward said, extending a hand.
Coventry takes the hand and shakes it lightly, "A pleasure... I'm conducting a medical survey of the group. Do have time to answer a few questions?"
"No, not at all," the dwarf said. "Ask away."
Coventry blinks, "You don't have the time at all but ask away?" He shrugs, "Alright... Are you afflicted by any curses, illnesses, or allergies that I should know about?"
"Sorry... I meant, I have time," the dwarf said. "And no... nothing of that sort."
Coventry nods, "Let me see... You're a male halfing... What's your age?"
"Err... dwarf, actually, and I'm 38," Graigus said.
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "A dwarf? You don't seem hairy enough...but alright." He shrugs, "Have you engaged in sexual intercourse?"
"N...no..." Graigus said, rubbing his chin slightly.
Coventry looks at Graigus from over his glasses, "I see..." He nods, "Thank you." He smiles, "You ready to meet with him?"
"Yes, I am," Graigus said.
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "You seem like the kind of person to always be prepared..." He frowns, "...but weren't you late to the first meeting?"
"Yes, I was," the monk said. "I spent more time meditating than I'd planned, and I had trouble locating the group once I arrived."
"Interesting..." Coventry tilts his head, "If I might ask, meditating on what?"
"Myself," the dwarf said. "Attempting to remove those things which hinder my progress towards enlightenment."
Coventry smirks, "Enlightenment... Why do you pursue such a vague concept?"
"It's not vague at all," the monk said. "Through both internal and external improvement, enlightenment is achieved; once achieved, an enlightened person can then assist all those around him."
Meanwhile Kria takes a seat at the bar, noting Sorel, but she sat down a little away, humming to herself, tilting her head to one side a little. Her fur was back to normal thankfully.
Coventry laughs, "You still haven't explained what enlightenment is, just what you'll do with it." He shakes his head, "I'm keeping you from your interview."
"Yes... I'll speak with you more on the subject in the future, Doctor," the dwarf said, nodding. "Until then, good day."
Coventry sighs, walking into the tavern towards Sorel, "Hey there, geezer. Having a good time?"
"Always," Sorel says. "When your days are numbered as low as mine, you learn to see the fun in everything.
Kria's eyes narrow and flash, and then she goes back to humming to herself, one eye on the Doctor. She had other things to worry about. She sipped from her fruit drink and giggled. It was tasty.
Coventry chuckles, "All of our days are numbered." He shakes his head, "Dicem was a disappointment, far more guarded than I had feared. Almost amiable."
"Perhaps word has reached his ears of how poorly-recieved he was this morning. I doubt he'd ever admit to such; he won't be backing down from his "your options are 'obey me' and 'die'" stance any time soon."
Coventry sighs, his face sorrowful, "I should have visited him sooner in the day then."
Kria frowned, they were talking about Dam. Everyone was talking about Dam. It was always about Dam. She didn't understand why they didn't like...just drink and stuff.
Sorel raised an eyebrow. "Doctors are not accustomed to surly and unresponsive patients?"
Coventry frowns, "I'm not certain what gave you that impression." He shrugs, then a smile crosses his face as his eyes light on Kria, "Hey Puss, have you finally gotten over that temper tantrum?"
Kria merely rolls her eyes, continuing to drink, remembering what Sorel said, a smirk on her face.
Coventry arches an eyebrow then frowns, talking to himself thoughtfully, "Hearing problem too..."
Sorel's face is blank, but his eyes twinkle with approval. "I am curious," Sorel says to Coventry, "What exactly seperates a doctor from a cleric."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed May 17, 2006 3:38 am
A knock echoed through the hallway, knuckles pounding on the door. "Come in," Dicem said, seconds before the door opened to admit the dwarven monk. "Ah... Graigus, was it? Please... come in, sit. You're a monk, no?" "I am," the dwarf said. "Though I've not been at the monastery for a long time."
"Shame, that," Dam said, his nose in a book. "I assume your hands are just as potent as the staff; do you carry any other weapons?"
"No... the only reason I carry the staff is because my former master gave it to me," the monk said.
"Noble indeed," the rogue commented. "Any magical skills?"
"None," the monk said plainly.
"Any other skills I should know about, combat wise? I'm not as well versed in the skills most monks possess," the orange-haired your commented.
"I specialize in drunken boxing, among my unarmed combat abilities," Graigus said. Dicem's eyebrow rose at the comment, and he finally looked up.
"Drunken boxing... interesting, indeed. And what makes this fighting style so useful, Mr... Stonemade? Is that right?"
"Stonemead," the monk corrected, "And drunken boxing is an art form which makes the user more umpredictable; after drinking, my body can perform even greater feats."
"Hmm... I'll be sure to set up a nice bar tab for you, then," Dam said, returning to his text. "Your social skills?"
"I do not spend much time among the people, though I intend to change that," Graigus admitted. "However, I do have the ability to better understand when the motives I'm being given differ from the true motives of the person I'm speaking to."
"Heh... I invite you to try your skills on me," Dicem said, closing the book. "Tell me... what would you say if I told you I'm an only child?"
((Bluff: 1d20 +8 (ranks) +1 (cha) = 26
Sense Motive: 1d20 +1(ranks) +3 (wis) = 18))
"I would have to say I believe so," the monk says, after a moment.
"That's a shame, then," Dam said, shaking his head as he smiled. "I'm not. But thank you for trying your skills against me. You're free to go, Mr. Stonemead."
"Thank you, Mr. Dicem," the dwarf said, leaving. As he opened the door, he said "I'm sorry that lies come so naturally to you, Mr. Dicem. It is a weight on the soul you should not have to bear."
Dam only watched the drunken boxer with mild amusement painted on his face. Shanking his head as he turned back around, the dwarf left and closed the door. The rogue's smile only broadened, as he mentally ticked another name off. Just a few more to go, he thought. Just a few more to go...

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 17, 2006 4:50 am
"Oh I can hear. I shall however...like, not make your day." She finished her drink and pouted, she didn't like that. And was too lazy to get up. She yawned, lazing back in her chair, idly watching the conversation. Coventry chuckles, "I'd say that its fairly obvious that you could never make my day." He gestures to the counter, looking at Sorel, "I'll explain it to you over a drink, my treat."
Sorel nods after a moment's thought. "Alright."
Farain returned from Dam's room. Shaking his head. Having been lost in through most of the day, he decided to try and find something to drink. He spotted Sorel with another person; someone who's name he hasn't learned yet.
"I see." She twirls her goblet around her hand, idly pondering what to do for the rest of the day. She was bored...and Tanis had wandered off...again. The Catfolk stood, nodding and smiling at Farain as she left the tavern, a victorious smile plastered over her face.
Coventry takes a seat, calling to the barkeeper, "Two ales."
The barkeeper looks up and nods, "Sure thing, Ark." He fills the ales and sits them in front of Coventry and Sorel.
Coventry pays and nods, "Thanks." The Doctor glances at Sorel, waiting for him to be seated.
Farain gave the catfolk a small wave and took up a place at the bar, ordering a drink for himself to pass the time.
Sorel takes a seat, murmuring thanks to the barkeep.
Coventry glances at Kria as she leaves, then sighs looking at the ale before him, "Well, first and foremost, despite popular belief Clerics are not necessarily healers." He smiles, "Now, most have some healing ability but after a certain point...around when they begin to learn spells such as Heal, they lose their versatility as healers." Coventry sips the ale lightly, "Doctors on the other hand concentrate their efforts on restoration... First we are more academic and more focused in our pursuit." The Doctor looks at Sorel curiously, "How's the ale?"
"So... doctors are better at healing than clerics, because they are dedicated to it, specialized in it, and pursue it through reason rather than faith." He raises the mug to his lips, and puts it down again, "Am I correct?"
Coventry smirks, "Don't misunderstand me... Clerics can become Doctors. It's just an academic title that was used by the Ancients for someone who specializes in a field." He looks at the wall, "It's primary use was in medicine, hence the continued use of it among those in the healing arts."
Sorel says, "Hmm... what compelled you to uphold a tradition of the Ancients?"
Coventry chuckles, "That's my secret..." He taps his fingers in rhythm, "I had a talk with oblongo. Interesting little fellow. Traveling companion of yours?"
Sorel's expression is confused. "Who?"
Coventry frowns, "Oblongo... You know...the little jelly blob..." He outlines a rough oblong in the air, "...with the tentacles and...electricity?"
Sorel shrugs. "You mean the cat-woman? With the armlets?" He jerks a thumb in Kria's direction. "She seems fairly symmetrical, and while I can't attest to giving her an... examination, I recall no tentacles."
Coventry smirks, "No, she left awhile ago and while a strange creature in and of herself, being a cat bitch, isn't quite a jelly blob. No... I'm talking about the one with tentacles...that floats..." He takes another sip of the ale, "Maybe he was traveling with another old hermit... My bad."
"Perhaps," Sorel says, "My memory's not what it used to be. Is there another in the group? I'd hope I'm not the oldest. I'd feel so... so old."
Coventry's eyes narrow as his voice lowers, "Yes... Yes, I believe there is...." His face darkens, "My competitor."
At this point the dwarf strode down the stairs, quarterstaff in hand as he shook his head. He turned towards the bar, then shook his head again and left the tavern.
Sorel notes Graigus's departure, but says nothing about it. "Your competitor? Someone else is after the award Derrik's offering to the best healer on the team?"
Coventry chuckles, "There's no extra reward for best healer on this expedition." He glances at Sorel, "You'd know if there was, considering you rank third in terms of healing capacity." He then glances back at his ale, "But there is a competition. Those who outshine the others get certain rights and privileges. That's just the way the world works, not to mention the fame one garners." The Doctor smiles, "...and above all experience..." He glances back at Sorel, "You've seen the half giant follower of Mitula?"
"Oh yes. Arbeiten. Nice fellow. Seemed friendly, honest, generous. I can see why you two are fated to be mortal enemies."
Coventry shakes his head, "Well... I would have said rivals but enemies works..." He tilts his head, "He doesn't seem to take any pride in his work. He's going to prove poor competition, a pity, I was hoping for someone who would force me to excel..."
Sorel frowns. "It is a pity when there isn't the threat of aggrivating insecurity to push us to greater heights."
Coventry looks to Sorel with a frown, "Now, now old man... I think all that ale you drank is starting to affect you." He sighs, "I mean, you inhaled quite a few vapors there you know...you should take it easier next time." He leans back in his chair, removing his glasses and cleaning them with a white cloth, "Life would be fairly boring without interacting with others...and what could be more beneficial then a relationship which urges its participants to ever greater heights?" He chuckles, "Rivalry just has a bad rap... How did you grow so old and not know this." He laughs, "Did you spend your life alone in a cave somewhere?"
"In a manner of speaking." Sorel says. "You'd be surprised how much we are expected to know. It escaped me that constant, self-centered conflict was the ideal state of existence. Thank you for enlightening me."
Coventry nods, "My pleasure. It's really rather obvious, look how the world is set up in a constant state of conflict. That's how the creator decreed it to be and so it is." He shakes his head, "Always a need for a Shining Force or a hero or something of the sort... I'm surprised you didn't notice."
"Noticing the way the world is set up and approving of it aren't the same. You'd notice if there was a knife sticking out of your ear. I doubt it'd be the preferable state of existence just because it is the natural one."
Coventry laughs, "...and the world has need of our approval? Do you think yourself better than the world...or the Creator?" He sighs, smiling widely, "Perhaps you are better, I won't begrudge you it. Though, I don't know that I'd might a knife in my ear. Everyone should have a little pain now and again. Makes the good times so much better."
"Nature is unabashedly neutral. It neither needs nor wants approval, respect, and reverence. The world will go one much the way it always has and always will, with no regard for the wishes of one old man, or a million. Every act of good, every decision not motivated by the mandates of nature, is like struggling against quicksand. A cry in the dark, a spark in an avalanche, insert whichever quaint natural imagery you favor. Nature is hard, nature is ruthless, and every act against it is completely futile in the long view. A losing battle, that I can't help but fight. Nature is neutral. I am not."
Coventry nods, "You should really take up writing poetry... I'm certain you could earn a comfortable living." He sighs, sliding his glasses back on, "Though I disagree with you. Nature has hardly triumphed throughout history, more it has merely survived...much like the sentient races." He takes another slip of his ale, "I wonder...if we travel to Eastern Parmecia... Well...we'll see what we shall see. Perhaps it all is merely fart in the gale, as you say."
A young girl enters the tavern and pauses with a frown, looking around at the various customers. Finally, her eyes light on Coventry and a look of relief shows in her eyes, "Doc Ark."
Coventry looks down with a frown, "Eh, Annabeth? What is it?"
Annabeth frowns, slightly embarrassed, "Um... Tom fell off the roof... He's alright...well cept for his leg..."
Coventry chuckles, "Tomfoolery was it?"
Annabeth nods, uncertain if she should laugh or not, "Yeah..."
Coventry stands, stretching out his arms before glancing at Sorel, "I'll leave you to finish my drink and your own... Don't waste it now." He glances down at the girl, "It should be simple to fix him up, tell your mom that I'm on my way."
Annabeth nods and leaves.
Coventry chuckles, "Business before pleasure..."
Sorel nods. "Another time, then, Doctor. Weather permitting."
Coventry chuckles, "I'm certain you could do something about it if not..." Shaking his head, he turns and leaves.

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Wed May 17, 2006 7:00 am
Stoltz looks at his pocketwatch thoughtfully as he enters the tavern where the party was staying. He had intended to gather some information as he'd told Sorel, but most of the common gathering places were empty for another couple hours. He'd then busied himself checking the shops of the town to see if there was anything of interest to buy, but again had little luck. And thus he'd found himself with little else to do until evening, save the interview their leader had requested. Making his way up the stairs to the appointed room, the tinker puts away his watch, shifts the position of his rifle, and knocks upon the wooden door.
"Come in," Dam said.
Hearing the response, Stoltz opens the door and closes it behind him, looking at the rogue calmly. "You wished to see me, yes?"
"Indeed... sit down," the rogue said, picking up a book. "Your name and profession?"
Stoltz moves to take a seat, glancing from the rogue's face to the book, then back again. "Name's Stoltz. Speaking in general, I'm a craftsman and a scholar. Speaking in specifics, I'm a tinker and a historian." He chuckles a bit softly. "Well...I'm not an official historian, as far as public recognition goes...just one by hobby...for now. Though I can say with confidence I know much more about the subject than most people one would generally encounter."
"Heh... Is that so?" Dicem says, amused. "I'll be sure to hear your theories later. Combat?"
"Well, as I assume would be obvious, my rifle is my primary weapon. I'm a practiced marksman, so as long as my firearm's in working order and I have ammunition remaining, point out any target within...oh, I'd say a good 400 feet or so...and I'll see what I can do about takin' it out for ya. Though..." A slight grin crosses Stoltz's face. "Melee combat, on the other hand, is not really my forte...I don't carry a sword or other such weapon aptly suited for such things, nor do I wear heavy armor. So...if ya'll front-line types could keep the enemy off my back whilst I provide the cover-fire, I'd be much obliged."
"Artillery through and through... how far does your knowledge extend? To robots and such things, perhaps?"
"That it does," the tinker replies with a nod. "I have extensive knowledge of technology, the Ancients, and history in general. I also have picked up a fair amount of knowledge in the field of tactics, for when such is required."
"I'll keep that in mind for later," Dam said, nodding as he continued to leaf through the book. "And you seem to get along fairly well with people, no?"
Stoltz smiles at this comment. "Seems that way. Common courtesy goes a long way with many people...and a couple coins for drinks and such generally works for the rest." He grins humorously. "I've become rather good at finding out what I need to know from townsfolk and the like over the course of my travels."
"If that's the case, prove it," Dicem said. "When we're done here - and we are, unless you've got magical abilities I need to know of - join Sorel in gathering what information you can. Knowledge is power, after all."
The armadillian nods in agreement. "That it is, and I was intending to join Sorel in doing just that, actually. As for magical abilities...nope, can't think of any off the top of my head. All that I am capable of I acquired through research and experience. We seem to have a fair amount of people with such traits as is, anyway, wouldn't you agree?"
"We have enough," Dicem states. "I think we're done for now, Stoltz... the rest of the day is yours, provided I get what I want tonight."
Stoltz chuckles as he gets to his feet and nods to the rogue. "I'll see what I can find out for ya, bossman. 'Til then." He gives a slight wave as he turns, then heads out the way he came.

Posted by: Aldur Wed May 17, 2006 10:08 am
(( Dam wants some hawt armadillo man. "I think we're done for now, Stoltz... the rest of the day is yours, provided I get what I want tonight." < See?))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 17, 2006 12:49 pm
((Is that what he meant by "sleeping in a group?"))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 17, 2006 1:59 pm
((Note to EVERYONE. Kayla is now eating in the tavern if your character wants to speak with her. A couple of people asked, but I had to go suddenly and couldn't come back))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed May 17, 2006 5:54 pm
OOC: AIM schedule for me.... Monday: Off from work, but after 4PM MechaPilot is often at my house so I can't RP until around 10:30 PM EST for about a half an hour.. Tuesday: Availble 4-9PM Wed: 4-10PM Thur: 5-10PM
Fri: 6-10PM
Sat: 6-10PM
Sunday: All day until 11PM, except that I work until 2PM every third Sunday. I had just worked on the 14th, so the next 2 Sunday's are free.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 17, 2006 6:02 pm
((oh, btw... New avatar. A talking one. Yay! ))

Posted by: Alpha Wed May 17, 2006 11:27 pm
After standing at the bar for a while, thinking to himself, Tanis looked around, deciding to talk to somebody. Not far away, he noticed Farain. Thinking nothing wrong with having a light conversation, Tanis goes over. "Hello Farain," he says with a slight smile. "And how are you today? Just had your interview?"
Farain sipped quietly on his drink, having placed the bulky bow and quiver onto the ground next to him. When he heard his named he looked up and gave a wave to Tanis.
"Hello. You seem to be looking well." He motioned for Tanis to have a seat if he wanted to, "...Yeah. I did, actually."
"Ah, thank you. I certainly feel much better." Tanis replied, both taking the offered chair and glad that his death hadn't been brought up again. "How did you find your meeting, if you don't mind me asking?"
Farain looked down at the counter of the bar and shook his head a bit.
"It was short and all... He asked me any sort of skills I had. Other than that, he didn't seem too interested. All he did was keep his nose in a book."
"Ah, did he not show the book?" Tanis said with a chucke, something rare for the catfolk. "And did you get the impression that all he really seems interested in how good a tool we could be? Although he asked me how I was physically, I suspect that's because..." Tanis falters. "Well, you know," he ends weakly.
Farain shook his head a bit.
"It's not your fault... Things just took a really bad turn during that fight." The centaur took the last sip of his drink, placing the glass gently on the bar. "No, he didn't show me the book and yes, it did seem like all he wanted to know was about my abilities. Other than that, I had to ask any questions. I finally gave up trying to get any usual information out of him..."
"Hm." Tanis considers that."It's understandable wanting to know our abilities, but abilities are not the only things that make a person, if you get my meaning." Tanis pauses before going on.
"I'll tell you what was in the book though, but I wouldn't pass it on, in case Dicem on intends certain people to see," he says. "The book is empty, devoid of content," Tanis states. "It's an attention diverter. Or, so I think." Tanis smiles. "I almost pointed out that females are the best multitaskers though, when he said he was good at it."
Farain chuckled for a moment.
"An empty book, huh? Yeah, he gave me that multitasking line about it when I confronted him on it." He shook his head a little. "I don't know what to think about him, actually. He rubs me the wrong way... Sure, he may be a competent leader, but he's an ass, nonetheless..."
Tanis smiled at Farain's words.
"Yes. I thought less complementary thoughts about him earlier also. However, Sorel spoke to me about it. He said I should let go of my anger, for if discontent was allowed to stay, and potentially strengthen, then the whole group could be in danger. Very wise that Sorel, I thought. As such, I'm waiting until we've all spent more time together before I formulate opinions about people."
Farain gave a short nod.
"Sorel gave me that talk, also. I told Dam he had my trust and he gave me some snooty answer back. But, what do you expect from him?" He shrugged a little and folded his arms across his chest. "How is your friend Kria doing? I saw her earlier, but she left for some reason."
"I don't know what to expect from him, to be honest. I'm sure he's capable of being less harsh and distant that he is. But hey, let's let time tell us, shall we? And for Kria, she's been getting into trouble a bit. Her and the Doctor...had a quarrel it seems."
Farain poked an eye open.
"Trouble you say? What kind of trouble? She doesn't seem, well, smart enough to do anything sinister."
Tanis' eyes flash at Farain's words.
"No offense to you Farain, but your words are wrong. Kria is intelligent, but her actions are just unorthodox. Don't let them fool you," Tanis says, a hint of anger in his voice. Then, reminding himself that Farain was a friend, and didn't know much about Kria, Tanis calmed down again. "She does get upset fairly easily though. The Doctor was jibing her, calling her both fat and anorexic. Which I found odd. Then he drenched her in water. Considering we're catfolk, I can understand why that upset her. I calmed her down though, and stopped her chasing after him...but she's unlikely to forget what he said."
Farain patted Tanis softly on the shoulder.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to cause any discourse. I apologize." Farain pulled his hand away, but couldn't help smiling just slightly about the female catfolk chasing after the good doctor. He soon caught himself and erased his grin. "Sorry about that, too. Yes, I know how catfolk can be when it comes to water."
"It's ok," Tanis replied. "I just think it unfair that people often think her unintelligent because of the way she acts. And to be honest with you though, I think it would have been humourous to see her chase down the Doctor. But, as I said to her; firstly, best not to attack our allies, and secondly, don't piss off the healer."
"Indeed." Farain let a smirk cross his face again. "Did you decide to contribute to the party fund Dam is setting up?"
"Yes, I did actually. As I told Dicem, initially, pure bitterness towards him was going to prevent me from doing so. But after Sorel caused a shift in thought, I changed my mind. Why, did you not?"
Farain shook his head a bit.
"I haven't decided yet... I still need to go out and buy some supplies. I could do with trying to buy some silver arrows. After that battle, I think they'll come in handy."
"Yes, I'm sure they would. Speaking of which, what sort of range do you have with you bow?"
Farain thought for a bit.
"I believe a little bit over hundred feet..." He nodded as a way to show that that was his final thought on it. "Oh, I have a question for you. Is there any more meetings coming up this evening?"
"Ah. I'm not sure to be honest. I expect there will be, with Dicem having interviewed most of us, wouldn't you think?"
Farain nodded. "There could be..." He looked out the window into the sky and then looked back to Tanis. "I hate to cut this conversation short, but I guess now is as good as time as ever to go and get some supplies."
"Ah, a wise plan of action. Whatver the case, it's been enjoyable talking to somebody, for no better reason that because we can," Tanis says with a smile. "Kria tells me I don't socialise enough." He pauses. "Have fun shopping."
"I hope things go well for you for the rest of the evening, Tanis. If you need someone to talk to, just find me. I'm usually around outside somewhere."
"Of course. I'm usually outside too. I like wandering and wondering, if you'll excuse the play on words," Tanis says with a smile.
The centaur chucked a little and picked up his bow and quiver, keeping them in his hands and not putting them on.
"See you later." He gave a short wave and headed towards the door.
Tanis nods at Farain's wave and looks around, seeing if there's anybody else to speak to.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Wed May 17, 2006 11:41 pm
Having spoken with the others, Tanis realised there was still at least one person in the room he hadn't spoken with. He looked over into one corner and saw someone sitting in the corner. Not knowing who this person was yet really, Tanis went over.
: "Hello. I don't believe we've had a formal introduction?" he asked, a leading question.
Morgan looks at the catfolk as he approaches his table. It seemed the marks of his previous anger had completely disappeared of his face, which made him look more friendly than last time they met. Perhaps would he be the right person to speak with about his current concern.
: "Indeed. Please have a seat." he replied, gesturing at a near chair.
Tanis takes to offered chair in hand and sits down.
: "Well, as I said, I don't know you, so I thought I'd get to. I'm trying to talk to everybody I'm to be travelling with." He smiles slightly. "What's your name? I never caught it."
Morgan answers in a calm voice.
: "Ahh... That's a noble intention you have. Meeting is a good way to create solid bonds between people, uniting them for a better future"
He looks around the room "That's precisely what worry me the most at the moment." He turns his gaze over the catfolk again
: "I'm Morgan, and you are?"
: "My name's Tanis. And why does getting to know people present a problem to you?" Tanis asks, leaning forward slightly.
: "That's not a problem for me. What is worrying me is the relationship between other members of this group."
He pauses and looks at the first door upstairs, then turns back to Tanis.
: "What do you think of our leader?"
: "I'm not completely sure yet. I found what he said earlier extremely harsh, and that caused me to harbour great resentment towards him. But, after talking to Sorel, he convinced me to try and trust Dicem, because if the feelings of discord continued, it could prove disasterous for the group."
Tanis pauses for a moment before continuing.
: "I will offer you the same answer that I gave to Dicem, concerning my opinion of him. Let us travel together for some time, then I can give you a more accurate response."
"Sorel...." Morgan remains silent for a while.
He then replies to Tanis with his usual calm voice.
: "I see... you overcame your grudge over Dam despite the harsh judgment he had of you. I praise your behaviour."
He nobs at Tanis, smiling under his hood.
: "Who is Sorel exactly? I didn't have the occasion to meet with anyone yet, so I just have a vague idea."
: "I have not completely overcome my grudge. The memory still pains me, I still think he's harsh, but I've let go of my anger, or, as much as I currently can." Tanis nods with the words. "Sorel is a druid who's about sixty years old. If you need to talk to anybody about anything, I would suggest him. He's...very wise. Or that's my opnion anyway."
: "That's still quite a nice effort out of you." He looks around while speaking, "Considering some other people feel more than a simple reluctance over Dam Dicem." He shakes his head frowning, "On the other hand... I can't reproach them acting this way. Afterall, it is difficult to have faith in such a...... cold-hearted leader should I say." The youth then looks back at the catfolk, "The old man.... yes, I think I remember him. If what you say is true, I will make sure to find him before tonight's meeting. A wise opinion is needed to progress." He readjusts his hood before continuing, "On a lighter subject, I noticed you were in the company of another of your kind earlier. A friend of yours perhaps?" He asks.
: "Ah, Kria. Yes, we're friends, though nothing more. Travelled together for a couple of months now. Many people regard her as strange, but she's a great person. You...just have to get used to her," Tanis replies. "On a slightly different subject, I've noticed it seems to be fashion for a few people to wear hoods. Might I ask why you wear yours up?"
Morgan closes his eyes, laughing slightly.
: "Oh this, it is just a simple measure to keep most onlookers away so that only intended people come to see me. This way, I can pass quite unnoticed in some areas. Moreover I appreciate the comfort provided by shadows as it is quite favourable for someone to organize their thoughts."
: "Ah, I see your meaning. Well, I am not as accustomed to shadows as you may be, having the eyesight of cats after all. Only once have I experienced true darkness," Tanis says with a slight shudder.
: "Are you referring to this tragic event of yesterday? How did you felt at this moment? he asks, "I mean, this man found you unconscious and..."
But he realised that it was certainly painful for the catfolk to remember these thoughts.
: "You're not forced to answer this question. I would understand if you don't want to." he adds.
: "No, it's fine." Tanis replies. "Yes, I do refer to what happened this morning. I think it may be easier to deal with if I talk about it more. As I've said to others, I felt weaker when I regained consciousness than before. I had to buy this," Tanis shows an amulet around his neck "To allow me to feel as vital again. Doctor Coventry says this is normal after being resurected."
Though he didn't mind too much about talking about his death, it made him feel uncomfortable none the less.
: "Speaking of which, have you had your interview with the Doctor yet? And Dicem at that."
Morgan examines the amulet cautiously.
((Spellcraft : 1d20 + 5 Int + 9 ranks + 2 sinergy + 3 focus = 13 + 5 + 9 + 2 + 3 = 32))
: "An amulet of health... It's a rather common piece of magic but useful nontheless. Take good care of it until you feel better." He pauses, " Yes, I met Dam Dicem but that's all you have to know about it at the moment. As for the doctor, no I didn't meet him yet. As I said, I only came out of my room at seldom occasions."
Tanis notices the reluctance to divulge information. Fair enough, if that's what he wants.
: "Yes, it is such an amulet," he says. "Well then, I'd suggest you do find him, the Doctor that is. There must be a purpose to knowing such details about people."
: "Indeed. From what I could see in last night's battle, he seemed to be quite skilled. I'm sure he does his job quite well. I'll look for him after our meeting with Dam" He replies. "Now a last and crucial question, how do you feel about the other members of this group?" He removes his hood, displaying a faint smile. "...or about myself?"
: "Well, I'm going to give you answer now that I gave you earlier; I havn't had enough experience with any of you, bar Kria, to judge," Tanis says, nodding slightly as he continues. "Of course, talking to Sorel has let me know that he's wise, talking to Dicem has let me know he's harsh, and talking to you has let me know there's a topic you do not want to talk about. However, these are only preliminary views. Things will change with time. This is because change is inevitable. Don't you think?"
: "I see you've already got the point. That's conforting." He says, his previous expression turning into a benevolent smile. "And people like you can contribute to these changes... in a good way."
: "That's good." Tanis responds, smiling slightly. Then he presses Morgan, slightly, "But whilst you said there can be changes, you didn't fully answer my question. Do you believe that change is inevitable?"
His face becomes serious once more.
: "Changes are merely some part of what is planned ahead of us. For me there is life, death and destiny in-between. We're all following the way of our destiny. And though everyone can shape it by an effort of will, there is always this.... part you can never escape from. It's like a force pulling you through an invisible way..."
: "Ah, those are wise words for one so young. Though not all people believe in destiny, and what you say. They don't like the feeling that they're not in complete control of themselves, which is fair enough I think."
: "May they believe it or not, they're all under the same rule. In our freedom, we're more or less shaping a road that has already been carved for us. But the "main" part of this road can't be altered by any mean in our possession." He stares at the few people leaning on the bar, then looks back at Tanis, "Otherwise, why would we be gathered here in Hassan?" He add in a smile.
: "I see your point. But it doesn't mean that everybody else will," Tanis says with a smile.
: "That sounds fair enough to me. I keep my knowledge and they keep theirs. And may we eventually be learning more from each other along the way." He answers to Tanis.
Tanis considers this.
: "What you've said almost seems a paradox. Keeping your knowledge, but learning from each other? Wouldn't that seem to be a contradiction of sorts?"
: "My life is filled with paradoxes..."
He just says. He then leans on his staff and gets up.
: "I'm afraid I can't stay any more time though. I have some imperatives that can't wait."
He leaves the table and turns back to Tanis.
: "If you come to meet Sorel before I do, could you please tell him to pay me a visit? I would be obliged."
Filled with paradoxes? That's...odd.
: "Of course," Tanis replies. "Shall I send him to your room should I see him first?"
: "Yes, that's where I'll stay for the next few hours. Well, until tonight then?" He replies.
: "Of course. It's been interesting talking to you." As Morgan departs, Tanis moves his chair around, and sits agains the wall, surveying the area.

Posted by: Rusty Thu May 18, 2006 1:31 am
Gail, deciding to get acquinated with something she'd have to stomach very soon, is surprised to see the magic creature looking over the docks. "Is this your first time at the ocean too, Ombligo?" she asks, approaching him with a smile. *Ombligo floats over to Gail.* Ombligo: "Yeah. I've seen water before, but I've never seen it like that. Is there really anything beyond that void of water?"
Gail nods before looking out to the horizon. "It doesn't look like it, but there are many things beyond all this. Many different lands...different people." She turns back to Ombligo. "I haven't been to any of them, though. I have only heard stories."
Ombligo: "Oh...Do you think the land is like this one in other parts of the world?"
Gail: "How do you mean?"
Ombligo: "Is there grass in other places?? Or is it like a different type of place altogether? Does the floor move? I mean, are we entering other worlds when we travel by boat, or is it all the same?"
Gail smiles at the child's questions, laughing lightly at the sheer variety of all of them. ''Well...Yes and no. The world doesn't really change; though there might not be grass, the world follows certain rules no matter where you are. The difference is in other ways...Some places have massive forests where it rains year round, while others are vast plains of ice. People also act differently, depending on where they live. There are as many different places as there are people to see them. Does that answer some of your questions?"
Ombligo: "Yup! Oh yeah...I don't mean to be rude, Gail, but why is your hair white? You're young for a human, but you've got white hair..."
"Oh, this?" She asked, holding up a lock of silver. "I was born this way. Honestly, I like it like this. It makes me unique. And don't worry, it's not a rude question...Well, it is in some cases, but not to me."
Ombligo: "Wow, cool! So you're also unique. I guess you get a lot of attention then, too."
The paladin nods. "It's been that way since I was child, so I guess I've grown used to it. You must get a lot of attention, yourself; you're much more unique than I am."
Ombligo: "No...You're just as unique as I am. I'm sure there are plenty of Magic Creatures out there, too. They wouldn't get their own book if nobody knew about them, right?"
"I'm sure you're right." Her smile fades as she moves on her next topic. "Now, if you don't mind me being rude...Why are you here, of all places? I can understand you wanting to stay by your friends, but this seems to be a very serious journey. Do you think you can take what might be coming?"
Ombligo: "Huh? I didn't tag along with them! If anything, Mahler tags along with me. I did okay last night, I think, so...I'll probably be fine. As long as we're doing good things, we'll be okay, right?"
"Oh, really?" Gail chuckled again, a light sound like a summer breeze. "I guess you really are the center of attention." At the other question Gail looks out to the ocean again, watching the endless rythym of the waves. "Perhaps...I can only ask that the Light will guide us to the path we need to tread. Other than that, yes, doing good things should produce good things. It's sometimes hard to tell the difference between what a good thing should be and what a good thing is, however, and sometimes good things do go unrewarded."
Ombligo: "What about the reward of knowing you did something good???"
Gail turns back to Ombligo, smiling a knowing smile. "That is its own reward. But I am sure you already knew that, didn't you?"
Ombligo: "Yup! Sorel taught me that. Though Mahler completely agreed, so I'm sure it's true!"
Gail: "Indeed. Never forget that; it's a saying to live by. That reminds me, where is Mahler? Isn't he usually with you?"
Ombligo: "Yeah...I think he stayed back at the tavern. I'll probably be heading back soon. You?"
Gail: "I'll go with you. There doesn't seem to be much around here to occupy one's time expect getting to know the others, and what better a place to do so?"
Ombligo: "Okay! There's not much else to do in this city, anyway, if we're to leave tomorrow."
Gail nods, the sun catching on her wind-blown hair. "Go ahead, then. I'll be right behind you."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu May 18, 2006 1:41 am
Coventry exits a house with a smile, "Enough tomfoolery then..." Shaking his head, he starts walking through the town. Kria was wandering through the town, and stopping, leaning against the statue in the centre, humming a ditty to herself. Coventry pauses at the sight of Kria, then grins, "Hey puss, I'm on my way back to bar, care to escort me?" He chuckles, "I would hate to be ambushed...oh...the tongue lashing Dicem would give me."
She smirks, nodding. "We can't have Captain Jerkface upset now can we?" She stood, walking up to the doctor.
Coventry nods with a smile, "Of course not." He continues on towards the tavern, "How goes the bangle search?"
"This town sucks for it." She pouted, kicking at the ground as she walked along with the doctor. Plotting things.
Coventry sighs, "Yes.... This is a rather poor town." He then chuckles, "Although... I did manage to obtain a tip on something interesting... Apparently, one of the merchants here has a lesser metamagic rod. Could prove most useful."
"Maybe. I'm broke though. Ask Dam." She continued to plot world bangle domination as they arrived at the tavern, the catfolk smirking again.
Coventry shakes his head, "I'd rather not..." He sighs, "I suppose I'll just purchase it myself." He pauses, "In fact, I think I'll do so now. I'll join you in the tavern in a moment... Thanks for the escort." He turns and walks away.
"Alright then. You can buy me a drink later. As an apology. She giggles, entering the tavern and looking around for familiar faces.
Langston drinks at the bar.
Sorel sits at the table where he and Coventry had spoken earlier, thinking. The mugs of ale had been cleared away by the bartender, Sorel's untouched.
She notes Sorel again and ambles over, sitting down beside the druid, humming to herself. "Hiyo."
Sorel smiles without opening his eyes. "Hello, Kria."
Kria takes this moment to make a funny face at Sorel who can't see it. She giggles, settling into her chair. "So like...found out anything fun?"
Something made the fur on his back stand on end. His whiskers twitched as he sipped his ale, casting his bright eyes about to see what was the matter. And then he knew what it was. Natural born instinct.He sighed and laughed a bit, eyes locking on Kria. Can't be helped, I guess, he thought to himself. Doubt anyone would blame me for being a little nervous.
"I don't think so, Kria." Sorel says. "I feel as though this day has been the same twenty minutes repeated over and over again, with only marginal changes each time."
"WHAT?? OH NO! Sorel, maybe we're in a timewarp!? Stuck in this little town forever! Say it's not so!" Kria looked around, panicking wildly and flailing her arms around.
Meanwhile, Coventry purchases a rod of lesser metamagic extend for 3000gp.
That's allot of money...
"I doubt it. What is the saying? 'The names change, but the game remains the same'?"
"So...a game of dice is the same as a game of cards?" She blinked, processing this in her head. "Nah. Makes no sense."
He made his way over to the table casually before resting on palm face down on it. Leaning casually, he spoke. "What's this about a game now?"
"Doesn't it? They're played for the same reasons, and have the same end result." Sorel leans forward, resting his forehead on the staff when he recognizes Langston's voice. "Langston! Have a seat here, next to Kria...I'm sure she's not one of those cats."
Kria smiles at Langston, looking him up and down, giggling softly. She nodded at Sorel's comments. "I've never been known as a man eater..."
"You are young yet," Sorel said, the ghost of a smirk on his face. "Give it time."
He leaned back abruptly, bringing his palms up in mock defense. "Hey hey hey, I didn't know we were talking the cat-and-mouse game here."
"All old people do that. It's weird." She raised her arms theatrically, and in a wizened old lady voice spoke out. "You are young...my child. .I remember back when I was your age!"
Stoltz checks his pocketwatch as he descends the stairs after his meeting with Dam. The interview had been shorter than expected, leaving plenty of time for a meal and a drink before nightfall. The tinker makes his way around the tavern, frowning slightly as he searches for a free table.
"Children always skin their knees, and wish nothing more than to be a little older. Many old people would trade everything they have and more to be your age again."
Kria giggles, looking at the old man, shaking her head slightly. "Like...you're still doing it!"
"I've been old a long time," Sorel says. "It's practically second nature now."
Langston raised an eyebrow, amused. "I imagine it's probably in the manual you get when you're older."
"Yeah well...whatever. So like, let's all do something fun! Like a game or something. Sorel, think of game. You're wiser than say...us." She smiled vapidly at the old man, a blank look in her eyes.
Sorel frowns. "I'm afraid I was never very fond of games, even as a child. The only game I ever played was 'Yes and No'."
"Huh. Doesn't ring a bell."
Kria frowns, her face wrinkling as she thinks this over. "What's that?"
"One person thinks of something. It can be anything. A tree, dancing, darkness. The others must ask that person questions to find out what it is. The questions can only be ones that are answered with 'yes' or 'no'."
"Sounds kinda fun. Whaddaya think Langy?" She turned to the ratfolk, pulling the same smile on him.
"It's either that or the cat-and-mouse game, and I hope you don't blame me if I chose Sorel's idea instead."
Sorel chuckles, a sound like a brook running over stones
"Oh God, he's choking!"
...just kidding...
"Who wants to go first?"
"ME!!!" Kria claps her hands together, and giggles a little crazily, a nice diversion taking place...
Sorel nods. "Alright."
He dragged a chair to him, spinning it backwards to straddle into, crossing his arms over its backside.
She frowned, putting a hand to her chin, thinking hard, and then she grinned. "Got it!"
"Langston, you ask the first question."
He looked to the old man and scratched the tip of his nose. "Okay, then. Kria...um...what you're thinking of. Is it a living thing?"
"Nope!" She giggles again, drumming her fingers excitedly on the table.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu May 18, 2006 7:01 pm
And Arbeiten sits in the tavern, still contentedly munching on his loaf of bread.

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri May 19, 2006 5:47 am
*After the last person to be interviewed leaves, Mahler unfolds his arms and walks in. He had waited patiently, and now it was his turn. He continues to stand, looking at the man.* : Mr. Dicem. "Mahler, is it?" Dam said, picking up a book. "I'd ask you to sit, but I doubt the furniture is as study as yourself. Occupation?"
*Mahler nods*
: Of course. I am a protector.
"Of anything in particular, or are Sorel and Ombligo your charges?"
: I have no charges. My purpose is to protect others.
"Mmm... and you do that well, it seems; you did a good job last night, I must say," the rogue said, tossing the book on the bed. "Do you use weapons besides your fists?"
: My fists are the only weapons I need, Mr. Dicem.
*Mahler thinks for a moment, then decides it better to continue*
: To answer your question directly, my creator did give me knowledge of other weapons. I simply find them... awkward.
"I imagine so; just covering the bases," the ogange-hiared youth said. "Odd question to ask you, but do you have any spellcasting abilities? "
: A few. I guess the divine powers running my body allow me to use some magic. It is not powerful, though.
"Doesn't matter to me," Dam said, "spells are spells. Another facet which adds dimension. How great are your magical abilities - more along the lines of a druid, a paladin, or a cleric?"
: Incidentally, I am a paladin.
"Ahh... that's good to know, then. I've already received information on the spells you cast, so further explaination isn't really necessary. Now then... how are your social skills, Mahler?"
*Mahler emits a small rumbling before continuing.*
: I can get by. I must admit I don't understand people sometimes, though. Artibeus, I mean, my creator taught me respect and courtesy toward others. I don't tolerate people who victimize others, though, and I have been successful at making peope stand down before.
"Mmm... very nice, I'd have to say. I've never come across someone quite like you, but so far it seems you'll do rather well," the rogue said. "Is there anything you'd like to ask me before you go?"
*Mahler folds his arms and nods.*
: I don't approve of your methods. Surely, you have heard this from others already, and I have talked to others who feel this way. While I feel you make a capable leader, I cannot consent to the bullying of others, nor belittling of their abilities. Drive a wedge between them, and you will drive apart this operation.
"I've been called many things, Mahler, but never a bully," the young man said, looking into the golem's eyes. "A bully is one who asserts power for personal gain; I have nothing to gain from telling grown men what I think. And as for belittling abilities... well, if you consider what I said to Tanis belitting his abilities, then you and I will clash in the future. He made a mistake, I called him on it, and we move on."
"We're done here. Do what you will with the rest of the day."
: Good day, then.
*Mahler turns, stone rubbing against stone clearly audible as he lumbers out. The door shuts with great force, though Dicem is not sure whether it is anger or Mahler's strength.*

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri May 19, 2006 8:41 pm
((Vox crashed and burnt...so I'm getting this one late. I'm not formatting it though.)) Hm...more people here than I thought...maybe I should check in with Sorel first be-- Before his thought train finishes, he spots the very person in question,
much to the surprise of the armadillian. Smiling, he raises a hand and calls to get the old man's attention. "Hey! Sorel!!"
"Hmmm... Is it a tangible thing? Can it be touched, held, put in a bag?"
She pouts, glaring a little before nodding. "Yes."
He watched Sorel as he asked his question. With a short pause for thought, he turned to Kria again. "Is it a tool of some kind?"
She frowns, shaking her head, not entirely sure. "No..."
He scratched his nose again. "Well, Damn."
Sorel rolls his staff around between his hands. "If I were to open my eyes and look around the tavern, would I be able to see what you are thinking of?"
"Yes." She grinned, a sparkle in her eyes now, the questions were getting fun.
He looked around the tavern. The ignored tinker wouldn't fit into a bag, that was for sure. But if it was tiny..."How about...is it something we can see on you?" He surveyed the catgirl closely.
"Yes." She clapped her hands with glee, doing a little dance in her chair.
Sorel smiles, marvelling at how easy it was to function on a one track mind when you were forced to keep two seperate minds. "Is it... shiny?"
Nodding, Stoltz pulls up a chair and seats himself, a curious expression on his face when he hears the questions. "Am I...interrupting something? My apologies..."
"Yup!" She looks around, thinking it was obvious now.
Sorel shakes his head. "Not at all, Stoltz. We're just playing a game."
The rat looked further for something on Kria that was shiny. His eyes eventually locked on something. "You have six titties?:
Er.
"Is it your bangles?"
"'Yes and No', Stoltz. Do you know the game?"
"Yup!" She grinned, standing, her eyes turning red for a moment and she tutted. "Darnit! I er...need to find Tanis! Laters all!" And blowing the group a kiss she ran out of the bar.
"Heh," was about all Langston could manage. "Interesting..."
Stoltz grins and nods in response. "I'm familiar with it...the Doc liked to play that from time to time." He arches an eyebrow when the catfolk suddenly jumps up and leaves, "...she sure needed to leave quick."
Sorel chuckles a bit more as she leaves, not seeing the change that had swept over her. "I'm sure she has her reasons." At this point Sorel opens his eyes, looking about. "Odd... I expected the doctor to come back. Perhaps he found a dimwitted child to play tricks on, or a mirror he could stop and admire himself in."
"Can't say I've talked much to the doctor yet. Is he fishy? He sounds kind of...fishy."
"I don't know... perhaps I should follow my own advice about waiting to form impressions on people. It doesn't seem particularly circumstantial, though. Well, in time."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 19, 2006 9:06 pm
Sorel knocks three times on Morgan's door. Morgan stops browsing his spellbook as he hears the knock. He gets up and goes to the door, opening it. And he displays a smile when he sees the old man standing at the entrance : "Ah! You must be Sorel? I was awaiting you. Please come in." He says.
Sorel nods.
: "I am. Tanis told me to seek you here." He enters the room. "You wished to speak with me?"
: "Yes, I asked Tanis to notify you of my invitation when he could. I've heard some good of you from my discussion with him." He answers. He then points to a chair in the room "Please sit down, we really need to concert."
Sorel takes a seat, his left hand clenched around the staff.
: "What did you wish to talk about?"
Morgan sits down on the side of his bed to face Sorel.
: "I'm worried." He says. "Worried about what is lying ahead."
He looks the sky outside the room's window.
: "This quest haven't begun yet and already, I can see dark cloods standing out at the horizon. Dam Dicem... Though I only met him at a few occasions since I joined, I could already make a small idea of this man's personality. He sure isn't what one can expect from a leader and he has..... some questionable methods as someone could say."
He pauses.
: "In spite of all this, I can't feel any scorn over him . As they say, it is not the cowl that makes the friar. He has his own reasons to act like this, even though they're not obvious. And though I still have to learn more than what I could discover at first sight, I have faith in his skills." His expression saddens. "But unfortunately, not everyone can stand his temper. Too much of this could lead to even worse tensions within the group." He looks back at Sorel. "Those feelings add even more pain in everyone's heart, which is only weakening us. And whoever are the enemies standing before us, I fear they will take advantage of it."
Sorel nods, somewhat taken aback by how quickly the wizard cut to the point.
: "Yes... that is all true. We must do what we can to accomodate Dam while keeping the others short of mutiny." He looks up, into Morgan's eyes. "Did you have any suggestions?"
Morgan nods at the old man.
: "If we hope some progress, we must attempt something before we leave this town. Though the success may not be immediate, the sooner this group gets in harmony the better are our chances to face the future more serenely. I think tonight's meeting is the right moment for a first approach, but I'm aware I alone will not stand any chance. I may have a general idea, but I don't have any practical plan yet and that's where I need someone to assist me."
: "I have been going around to members of the group, asking them to put aside their feelings for Dam and allow themselves at least the potential to trust him. I still think much of the discontent is born from the fact that last night was the worst possible way to begin an adventure. More time and smoother going should do much to improve our collective moods."
: "I praise your efforts. It will definitely make this task easier." Morgan replies, looking at the old man with hopeful eyes. The youth then shakes his head, "But time goes quick, Sorel. In more favorable circumstances I would have thought the same, but the fact is we awfully lack of it. I never heard of devils naturally carrying a silent aura with them and considering how organized each of their move were, they must not be acting on their own. Whoever is responsible of yesterday's attack must be a fearsome tactician."
Sorel's expression is grave.
: "All the more reason to do everything we can to maintain a united front, at to work as one."
: "But how could we convince others that our leader worths being listened at. Some people share more than a simple grudge over him." He pauses, frowning, "I mean more especialy.... this birdman. From what I could see thus far, he seems to really hate Dam Dicem. It even comes to the point he would..... just ignore him, to say the least."
Sorel nods, his face grim.
: "Nail is one of the few with whom I have yet to speak, and one of those who most needs to be spoken to. I will seek him out when we are finshed. Was there anything else you wished to say?"
: "So Nail is his name. Hmm... Of course there is still much to be debated on that matter, but I won't hold you here any more time. Afterall, action worths better than thought, even if they're closely related. I thank you again for listening to my words and wish you the best from your conversation with him." He says.
: "I thank you for you time, and for your concern. I am here, should you seek counsel or aid. Farewell."

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri May 19, 2006 10:05 pm
((RAWR! I AM A SPACE TAKER UPPER!))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 19, 2006 10:08 pm
After speaking with Morgan, Sorel exits the tavern again, and walks the streets, enticed by the distant sound of music. Slowly he moves in its direction, his slow and even gait lending the impression that he floats along. In the square he finds a crowd formed around a pair of minstrels. In this crowd Sorel saw Bozak, the dragonman samurai. He approached, standing beside Bozak for a time and admiring the music.
: "Captivating, is it not?"
: "Your music is strange, but your stories are impressive." Bozak responds, absorbing the history contained in the song.
: "A historian, then? You have come to learn the legends of these strange lands?"
: "That is why I am here, yes. We do not have contact often with outsiders, and to know history is to know those who are made by it."
"Indeed it is. The past shapes the present just as surely as the present shapes the future. From where do you hail?"
"I am from Hapon, of the Daisatsu clan. Where do you come from, wizard?"
Sorel smiles.
: "I am no wizard. Wizards live lives of quiet desperation, constantly locked in study for that one piece of knowledge that will unlock the secrets of the universe. I am called druid, a servant of nature. My power comes from the wilds. As to your question... I am from this continent. I came to adulthood in a great city, built under a shrine to an earth mother. I lived many years in a vast forest, where beings of fancy whiled away eternity in bliss. I have since wandered the lands, doing what I could to help who I could, as my nature commands me and as Mother Nature allows."
: "What of Ombligo, he seems to look up to you as a father, or a teacher. He is as I am, naive to this strange world that you live in, with its upheval and chaos."
: "Ombligo is a being wrought of pure magic. His naivete is born of his youth. He is, by our reckoning, mere months old, and even by his own still a child. He looks up to me because I have taken it upon myself to protect him as much as I can from that same chaos and upheaval you describe. Last night alone he saw more than any child should ever see, and he has since birth carried the potential for greater power than any of us could ever hope to achieve. It is a difficult duality, one that would shatter in the cruel balance of nature."
: <nods> "Those were beings of palpable evil we saw last night, I could feel it in my scales." He sighs. "I fear I am asking too many questions. You sought me out, what may I do for you?"
: "I wanted to speak about the meeting that took place this morning, and about our leader. What are your thoughts?"
: "He walks a fine line, distrusting all but demanding trust in return. He is arrogant and angry, however, he is our leader, and our duty is to him. Despite this, i will not allow my honor to be sullied by anyone, no mater what they call themselves, and I will not diminish the laws of my own kind and my own lands simply cause I am out in more chaotic areas."
: "Indeed. We are bound by honor and by contract under his command. But, as you say, he does not make this easy. More time, I believe, and less catastrophic circumstances than we have seen up to now should allow us to grow more accustomed to his style, and he to ours." Sorel looks up at the dragonman. "I do not believe he will demand such of you. He told me as much when I spoke to him."
: <nodding> "I hope not. And it is as you say, time will ease the pain of serving under such a man, provided he doesnt get us killed with his 'superior tactical knowledge'." <smiles>
The old man's eyes twinkle.
: "We may hope, yet, that he puts the 'tact' in 'tactical'." He looks out past the crowd. "Forgive me, I must be off. There are others with whom I need to speak, and I have yet to undertake the mission Dam gave me. Remember, Bozak, that I am always available should you need aid or counsel. Seek me out."
: "I shall keep this in mind. Good luck. <bows to Sorel>
: "And to you, Bozak of the Daisatsu clan." Sorel bows as well.

Posted by: Nightmare Sat May 20, 2006 2:14 am
: Gorrik moves along the hallway to the inn, his armor clanging along the way with each step, and stops abruptly as he reaches the door to their apointed leader. Gorrik could tell already that he would but heads with this Dam fellow along the way to finding Max. However he didn't forget his conversation with Sorel, and new that the less it happened the better. The paladin takes a deep breath and bangs on the door and waits for a response.
:"Easy there... the door can't defend itself, you know. Come in and sit down," Dicem called from the other side.
:Gorrik chuckles mildly at the joke, and enters the room, making sure to close the door behind him.
:"Ahh... one of the few dwarves I've had the pleasure of meeting. Please, sit; give me your name and profession," Dam said, sitting on a bed with a book in hand.
:"Ah, straight to business I see. Well, My name is Gorrik, son of Gillium, and I'm a paladin of The Light."
A voice projects itself into Dam's mind. And I would be Taklinn, soul of Gorrik's brother and a servant of the Light.
:"May I ask who the visitor is, Gorrik son of Gillium?" Dam said, still reading.
:You couldn't wait for me to introduce you first could you? Gorrik retorts to his brother's comment.
Sorry brother, but I do like to speak for myself from time to time.
: But you always do it to make me sound like I belong in a nut house when you introduce youself... Gorrik then focuses back to Dam. "Well, I know this may sound a bit off, but this armor I wear is not only for my protection. But it is also a means to communicate to my deceased brother."
:"And is your brother usually this talkative?" Dicem asked.
Again, my apologies brother, but how often do I ever speak to anyone besides yourself? I think there was only one person in recent memory I have communicated with.
:"Well... not really... but I suppose he just answered that for himself..." The dwarf's started to turn a slight shade of red.
:"I'm not sure if your brother can hear me or not, but you should let him know that it's just as rude to interrupt a private conversation when dead as it is when alive.
Now then... I've seen your skill with an axe, but do you have any other special abilities worth noting?"
I apologize for suddenly communicatiing with you like that Sir Dicem, but I knew that my brother might not make mention of me, and I felt that you at least should know of my presence as you are the group's leader.
Rather hard for a conversation to be private when I hear everything said, is it not? Taklinn projects privately into Gorrk's mind.
:"Well, aside from being able to talk to my departed brother... I'm able to heal small amounts, aswell as calling a celestial mount. But as far as paladins go, that's nothing special."
:"What type of mount, if I may ask?" the orange-haired youth queried, looking up and into Gorrik's eyes.
:"Ah, She's a beutiful war pony. Calla's been with me for quite some time, and she's still as reliable as ever. Whenever I call her, you can be sure she'll be there." Gorrik was obviously proud of the war pony.
:"Mmm... I see," Dicem said, nodding. "How are your social skills, Gorrik?"
:"I've spent a large amount of time settling disputes between feuding families and such, so I suppose one could say I've started to be quite good at it."
:"Mmm... noted," the rogue said. "I ask, Gorrik... why are you on this expedition?"
:"Well, I've been wandering around the lands looking for people who might need my aid. When I came across this offer from Sir Swiftjoke, and after carefull consideration, and input from my brother, I have determined that the world would be a much better place if the hero Max was to be discovered again."
:"Mmm... noble ambitions, indeed," the orange-haired youth said. "You and your brother are free to go."
:"Thank you." Gorrik stands up and walks towards Dam and extends his arm expecting a handshake to follow. "I look forward to working with you."
:"Mmm... I don't doubt that," Dicem said, shaking the dwarf's hand firmly.
The dwarf then turns around and exits the room saying no more.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat May 20, 2006 7:42 pm
The tavern doors swing open and Coventry steps through, a slight frown on his face. He sighs as he glances around the room, "...damn that old geezer. He just can't sit still." Tanis, still sitting in the corner from when he'd been talking to Morgan notices the Doctor's entrance. "Dr. Coventry" he calls. "Do you have time for that drink now?"
Coventry peers into the dark corner with a frown, then chuckles and nods, "Certainly... Almost didn't recognize you." He tilts his head, "Any preferences? I had a bit of Ale earlier but I'm feeling pangs of hunger now so I think I'll settle on a glass of wine and perhaps some bread and cheese."
Tanis stands up and goes over to the Doctor, thinking it antisocial to yell across the room. As soon as he's closer he says "I think I'll have a glass of wine too. Ale has never really appealed to me."
Coventry nods, "It's an acquired taste..." He walks takes a seat and calls over a waitress, "Bottle of your finest wine, two glasses..." He pauses, "Bread, fruit, and cheese." The waitress nods and vanishes into the back. Coventry smirks, "So... Tell me, what is your philosophy on the balance of the divine and arcane schools of magic? Is one superior?"
Tanis considers this for a moment before he answers. "Well, I suppose it depends what you mean specifically by philosophy. It's not a term I'm particularly enamoured with."
"You don't enjoy the study of wisdom?" Coventry chuckles, "But no...I was misusing the word. What are your beliefs on the subject?"
Sorel shuffles into the tavern, his robe dragging on the ground as he enters. He takes a seat and sighs deeply.
"Ah, I didn't say I don't enjoy the study of wisdom, just that I don't fully understand the term philosophy," Tanis counters, "However, my belief is that they both have different purposes, and that neither are superior. Superior in different aspects perhaps, but neither is 'better' than the other."
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "What different aspects? Is there a certain reason you choose Arcana?"
The old man looks up, seeing Tanis and the doctor speak. After a moment he uses his staff to pull him to his feet, and walks over to the table, taking an empty seat. "Good afternoon, Tanis."
Coventry makes no response to Sorel, still looking intently at Tanis.
Tanis thinks over the different aspects. "Well, I've always considered Arcane to be more specialised in causing damage. That's particularly true with me, being a Warmage. Also, because of my lack to cast any support spells, and healing spells too at that, I've always seen Divine casters to be the ones to take that role." He pauses. "These are the different aspects I think of." After answering the Doctor, Tanis inclines his head to Sorel. "And good afternoon to you. I trust you are well?"
Sorel smiles faintly. "I am fine. Don't let me interrupt your conversation."
Coventry smirks, "What about servitude to the Gods? Wouldn't you say that Arcane casters are more inclined to abuse their powers?"
"It all depends on the temperament and individual differences of the caster in question," Tanis replies easily.
Coventry frowns slightly, "Divine spellcasters are accountable to the Gods, Arcane spellcasters are accountable to themselves. Doesn't that mean that Arcane spellcasters tend toward corruption easier than Divine spellcasters who lose their powers if they break their code of conduct?"
"I expect you're probably correct. I believe some Arcane casters have insatiable thirst's for knowledge and may drive themselves to any ends to achieve what's they're looking for. Some people say that knowledge is power after all."
"...and what say you?" Coventry asks, "Is knowledge power?"
"I think it is one kind of power. Having knowledge is certainly helpful, and can almost certainly help you stay alive. For example, had I known more about last night, things could have been very different for me."
Coventry frowns, "If you value that kind of knowledge, why don't you pursue the path of divination?" The Doctor shakes his head, "Such knowledge would certainly prove useful..." He looks at Tanis curiously, "Why did you choose...warmage instead of mage?"
"I suppose...I didn't really value that sort of knowledge until now." Tanis says, in regards to divination. He then thinks on why he became a warmage. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. Just being one...appealed to me; knowing fewer spells, but having a distinct edge on them and being better protected by being able to cast in armour. Though, from recent events, I can say that it hasn't done much good so far," he says, trailing away.
The waitress returns, setting down a bowl of fruit, a loaf of bread, three glasses, a bottle of wine, and a hunk of cheese. Coventry frowns, "Just two glasses... The old man doesn't drink." He then hands over the proper amount of gold and turns back to Tanis, "Well, the expedition is yet young... "
"How about you?" he asks, turning the conversation away from him slightly. "What made you become a Doctor?"
The Doctor pauses thoughtfully at Tanis' question, "Well... I suppose it was the grace of Lavis..." He sighs, "...and years of study." Coventry laughs, "Ah... Such a long time since I started down this path. I think it started when I was twelve...at bard camp."
Tanis takes the bottle and pours wine into the two glasses. "Who's Lavis? It's a name I don't believe I've heard of before." With that, he sips at the wine, smiling to show his approval of it.
Coventry nods, taking a glass and sipping it lightly, "Ah...delightful." He smiles contentedly for a long moment, then frowns suddenly, "Wait... What? You have never heard of Lavis?" He arches an eyebrow, "Have you studied religion at all?"
"No, I have not heard of Lavis. And I have barely studied religion. Of the few years I spent training to be a warmage, the studying was primarily practice and active learning. Consequently, my knowledge of subjects other than Arcana and the planes is less than adequate."
Coventry chuckles, "I can tell..." He adjusts his glasses, "You are aware of the Ancient pantheon, correct?" He looks at Tanis skeptically, "You know...Mitula? Volcanon?" He smirks, "There are other members of the pantheon. Lavis is one of them. A deity of life."
Tanis considers this. He hadn't heard of any other deities. "Ah. Well, of course I'd heard of Mitula and Volcanon. But, as I've already said, I have not heard of Lavis."
Coventry looks at Tanis flatly, "Yes, this is all ground that we've already covered. I've studied Ancient religion and you have not, why you continue to bring it up is beyond me."
"Why does the symbol of Lavis bear two figures?" Sorel asks, doubting Coventry had had occasion to brandish it at Tanis yet.
Coventry looks at Sorel with a curious frown, "Are you ignorant as well?" He sighs, "The laborers are few and the work is great. So few really bother to study religion anymore... So many are content with the world as it seems." He looks at Sorel through his glasses, "Lavis is the God of Life. What better symbol of that then the union of male and female, the act of creating life?"
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Sorel frowns at Coventry. "Perhaps... why is Lavis so much less known in the face of Mitula and Volcanon?"
"During the collapse, the followers of Mitula and Volcanon suffered far fewer casualties than those of the other deities." Coventry answers solemnly, "As order was slowly restored, of course they took the forefront of restoration." He smirks, "Besides... Lavis is intangible, a force of nature. Perhaps there's only room for one such deity in the modern mind, so less advanced than that of the Ancients... Though, I at least feel that the Light pales in comparison."
"I suppose some solace can be taken from the fact that you can still draw power from Lavis. Like other forces of nature, and indeed nature itself, victory and defeat exist only in terms of existence and nonexistence."
Coventry shrugs indifferently, "What the masses believe is of little concern to me...and perhaps such an outlook on my part as a follower of Lavis is another reason worship has declined." The Doctor sighs, "Volcanon and Mitula seem quite eager to amass followers however not all of the pantheon are so advanced in proselytization." He smells his wine before taking a sip, "Tell me, what is your opinion of the rumors of the Holy Ark? Have you heard of it?"
Sorel shakes his head. "I have not. Would you care to enlighten me?"
Tanis also shakes his head. "No, I havn't heard of it either."
"I see..." Coventry frowns slightly, "Are you aware of the existence of other pantheons than that of the Ancients? Such as the Vandals and Innovators?" The Doctor takes another sip of wine, "It is a most interesting topic, although I looked into such matters for personal reasons rather than intellectual curiosity."
Tanis shakes his head again slightly. "I believe I've heard people mention such beings. I know virtually nothing, apart from that they're referred to as being of great power. Would that be correct?" he asked.
Coventry chuckles, "Well, generally I'd assume that a deity would be a being of great power."
"Well then" Tanis says, sitting back, almost satisfied. "I was right."
Coventry picks a grape and tosses it into his mouth, "What deity do you lean towards, Tanis?"
Tanis thinks only momentarily about this. "I do not lean towards any deity...yet. Having spent much time practicing my craft, little time was spent with religion. Perhaps now that I'm travelling with people of faith, that may change."
Coventry chuckles, "Perhaps..." He tears off a piece of bread and nods to Tanis, "Perhaps... So far the followers of the deities have behaved themselves." He nods to the catfolk, "Help yourself."
"Thank you," the catfolk says to the Doctor's offer, and does. "You make it sound like you'd expect the other followers to cause trouble, rather than prevent it. Why would that be?" he asks.
Coventry sighs, "An unpleasant truth... Followers of Mitula and Volcanon tend to be somewhat...overzealous? Followers of the Light are generally less extreme but at times..." He shakes his head, "I suppose I just find myself annoyed at the waste and arrogance of organized religion."
"In time, I suspect, those inclined to preach will do so. People of a lawful bent, as so many crusaders and soldiers of faith seem to be, are often more inclined to proselytize, and more insistent in doing so."
Coventry rests his elbows on the table and leans on his hands wearily, "Quite true...but when that time comes, I will be here." He sighs, "It's a heavy burden to be a protector of freedom...esspecially when people are so willing to oppress themselves."
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Tanis considered what both Coventry and Sorel said, but found there was nothing he could really say about it. Instead, he changed the subject. "Ah Sorel, by the way, did you go and see Morgan?"
"I did," Sorel says.
"Can I ask, what did you think of him?"
"He seems intelligent and well-intentioned, if a little reserved. Not unlike many other wizards I've met. I found him...strange. He told me his life was full of paradoxes when I said that one of his sentences was a contradiction in itself. Seemed like he was avoiding something. But that's his perogative I suppose."
Tanis continues. "Then again, I have associated with no wizards in my life yet. I understand that wizards and warmages are similar, but different. If that makes sense."
"Many who feel the call to adventure do so because of some great impetus in their past. He will share his tale, in time."
"Yes, I suspect you are correct." Then, draining his glass of wine, he stands and says, "If you will excuse me gentlemen, I must take my leave now. I'm incredibly weary. Which I think is reasonable. I'm going to rest for a little while. I should be back down later."
Sorel nods. "Of course. Rest well."
"Many thanks." And with that he heads upstairs.
Stoltz's brow furrows in thought as he takes a bite of an apple he'd gotten from a barmaid after his earlier discussion with Langston and Sorel had ended. He'd decided it best to simply remain in the tavern for now until it came time to seek out information with the elderly druid later. For now, he busied himself by examining his heavy rifle, mulling over possible modifications he could make to the firearm.
Gail enters the tavern just behind Ombligo, catching a few vestiges of the good Doctor's sermon as she moves to the table.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 22, 2006 4:26 am
*Ombligo blinks.* "Um...Hey, everyone? What's going on?" Sorel smiles warmly at those who have just arrived. "Sit, please," he says, extending his arm out over the unoccupied chairs. "Okay!" *Ombligo floats over one of the empty seats.* Coventry chuckles lowly, a dull expression on his face as he mumbles a slurred reply, "...juust...talkin bout...the state of the world..." He unsteadily lifts the bottle of wine and tops off his glass.
"Indeed we are," Sorel says before turning to the paladin. "Gail, we were discussing the tendency of lawful-minded people to preach. I imagine you would have a deep understanding of the subject. Your thoughts?"
Gail nods, taking a vacated seat as she speaks to the Doctor. "Quite an interesting state you see the world is in, sir." She then turns to Sorel's question. "I feel that those who follow and create law tend to feel compelled to see they are used, as otherwise, law has no meaning."
Coventry looks at Gail in dumb confusion, making no reply.
Sorel thinks on Gail's words for a moment. "What of those who have made a reasoned disagreement with laws, and a parting of the ways with the lawful mindset? Are these too people who need be lectured, guided, watched? At what point does the supremacy of law override each person's right to themselves, their own independence?" Sorel bows his head. "I mean no disrespect, of course. It's just something that various conversations I've had today have led me to contemplate."
I need to find a way to bolster accuracy when firing...don't want a repeat performance of last night...but how? The obvious answer would be to find a more efficient lens for the scope...I haven't yet spent the money from Derrik's advancement, after all...I wonder if any of this town's shops carry such things in supply... Stoltz thinks as he examines his rifle carefully.
Gail shakes her head at the druid. "It is not disrespectful. Merely questioning law is not a crime, and indeed, would be necessary to make sure society serves its people, not the other way around." She then pauses, thinking on the question at hand. "Those who have been wronged by the law are not wrong themselves. Law gives great power to those at its reigns, and I have no delusions that people exist who abuse that power. However, those people could be shown what law could do, how it can serve to lift burdens instead of pile them on. It is ultimately their choice, however, to accept law, and no one else's. I don't think lecturing would change their minds."
Coventry sways slightly as he looks at Gail intently, his words are slurred, "no, no, no... peoples need guidancee... who wants to pay tazes... there needs to be a king to collects taxes. else who woulds?"
"Everyone should just be nice to everyone else." *Ombligo says, folding his tentacles.* "It's stupid any other way."
Sorel nods, and taps Coventry on the shoulder. "Doctor? If you're feeling well, I'd like to ask you a question."
Coventry frowns heavily, looking at Ombligo, "Noes? Theres needs to be limits... being nice ain't enough..." He glances at Sorel then, unsteadily.
Ombligo: "How is it not enough? Explain."
"I have not seen Gilliam all day. He seemed to know you, in passing at least. Do you know where I could find him?"
Coventry laughs loudly, "What if my nice is differen from yous?" He frowns then, looking at Sorel silently.
Ombligo: "It's still nice? Who cares?"
"Doctor?" Gail looks at the wavering drunk before going back to Sorel. "This is Doctor Coventry?"
Sorel nods, not taking his eyes off of him. "He's usually wittier than this, but inebriation does have its penalties. Forgive him. Doctor? Do you know where I could find Gilliam?" Sorel repeats, as if Coventry had suddenly gone hard of hearing.
Coventry smirks, his posture straightening and pronunciation clearing, "My reputation proceeds me, I see. ...or perhaps it's wounds of yours that I sealed last night?" He arches an eyebrow, "Ombligo, perhaps my version of nice includes sharing all personal belongings but yours doesn't? What then?" He then glances at Sorel, "Am I the r..." He chuckles madly for a moment, "Erh, that is...I have no idea."
Ombligo: "Sorel already does that, Coventry. He and I get along just fine. I don't see you point."
Sorel studies the doctor long and hard. "I see. How do you two know each other?"
Coventry nods, "Yes...but would you share everything with Sorel? What if Sorel gave your belongings to others in order to be nice to them as well?" He shrugs, "It works fine with two people but what about once you throw more in?" Coventry frowns thoughtfully, "It seems like ages...." He then shrugs, "Not all that long. He's a rather not acquaintance."
Ombligo: "I don't really need anything...so sure! Mahler would be fine with that, too. The problemmost people have, I guess, is that they want things they don't need."
Coventry chuckles, "Really now? So does being nice include telling people what their problems are?" He smiles, "Let's consider this, if you told Kria that bangles were a waste of time, would that be nice?"
Sorel's eyes bore into the Doctor once more. "Did you meet through Derrik?"
Gail furrows her brow, examining the man's face for a moment before recognition hits. "So that was you...I apologize. Most people I know do not drink so early, and so I assumed the worst."
Coventry looks at Gail with amusement, "The worst? That I was a demonic fiend simply masquerading as an ally in order to lure you to your deaths?"
The thought had occurred to me. Sorel thinks.
"Well, you have to be nice in how you go about it, too!" *Ombligo replies, slightly irked. Why can't he just get it? People like him, being so difficult about everything...He's doing this on purpose!*
"But of course. What other worst is there?" Gail replies, straight faced.
Coventry looks at Sorel and Ombligo with a frown and sighs, "Fine, fine... So, if being nice to others is the answer why did you yell at Dicem?"
Ombligo: "It's not everyday you hear an ally say another ally deserved to die. I don't think it would be right not to be upset by his comments."
Coventry nods, "Well, I'd certainly agree with that." He shrugs, "Dicem was just putting his failure as a leader on the shoulders of Tanis."
Sorel closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them. "Doctor, now that you're feeling markedly better, would you mind answering the question I asked a moment ago? About you and Gilliam?"
Coventry looks at Sorel with a frown, "Why must I continually repeat myself?" He sighs, "Gilliam is relatively new acquaintance of mine. He enjoys long walks by the beach by himself, meditating quietly in isolated storage rooms, and slaughtering undead by moonlight."
Sorel's eyes seem to flash. "You would not need to repeat yourself if you would be forthcoming the first time. You're hiding something, just as he was. If you're not going to tell me what it is, at least offer me the respect of acknowledging that fact."
Coventry smirks as his eyes narrow, "Testy, aren't we? Did you miss your nap, old man? What reason to you have to peer into the affairs of others?"
"A secret kept by one man to himself is no concern of mine. When it is shared between others, then it is called conspiracy. Such things are also not my concern, or would not be, if we were not bound together, travelling together, and as last night, holding each others' lives in our hands. Such secrecies can come only to harm among us, and would easily shatter what little unity we may have. You are not a foolish man, despite the manner in which you conduct yourself. There is something about Gilliam that he would rather not be revealed, something you know and we don't. Something I doubt even our leader knows. You would indulge your 'new acquaintance' this vanity at our expense? Are you really that self-centered?"
Coventry tents his fingers, "What a tangled web you weave..." He leans back, "If this matter concerns you so, take it to the expedition leader and have him question Gilliam himself." He smirks, "Although, I believe that Gilliam has every intention of allowing Dicem to know all relevant information during his interview." He shakes his head, "As for your slanderous charge that I am self-centered... I'll graciously take it as the ravings of a drunk old man."
Ombligo looks confused. "That's silly. Sorel doesn't drink."
Coventry shakes his head, "Then I'll have to take it as a grave insult."
"Well, I must say I appreciate the courtesy. I don't know how a frail, stumbling old drunk like me could get along without the patronizing guidance of arrogant men. I honor your respect, but I must take my leave of you." He stands. "Farewell, Doctor. Ombligo. Gail." He walks up the stairs.
Coventry turns his head to the charming Paladin sitting nearby, "Now... I'm conducting medical interviews of the expedition. Are you afflicted by any curses, illnesses, or allergies that I should know about?"
"Farewell, Sorel," Gail says watching the druid stalk off before turning to the Doctor. "No to all."
Coventry frowns, "Alright. You look young but your hair is white. Tell me your age, race, and gender?" He chuckles, "...please."
Gail doesn't skip a beat, answering, "19, human, and female. My hair is as much a mystery to me as to you."
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "Really now? I see... Are you shielded from spellcasting in a manner that would prevent restorative casting?"
"No."
As he finishes the apple, Stoltz sighs to himself and looks about for a place to dispose of the core. As he does so, he notices Sorel walk by and up the stairway leading to the second floor. ...I didn't even see him come in...I must remember not to get so wrapped up in my thoughts in public like that...could be hazardous on a trip like this. Shrugging, he gets up to throw out the core and also to see if any other familiar faces are around that he didn't take note of.
Coventry nods, "Have you engaged in sexual intercourse?"
"Chastity is not a requirement of my order, but I have seen no reason to break it."
Coventry frowns at the words of the Paladin, "You see no reason?" His eyes narrow, "Listen to me and listen to me well. Sex is not a form of entertainment. It's not something to do for someone you love either." He leans forward with a fierce frown, "It has only one purpose, making babies. If you have sex outside of a committed relationship, it will destroy your life." His voice is deadly serious, "Don't make such a stupid mistake. Not for love. Not for fun. Not for anything. Passion be damned."
*A red hue comes over Ombligo's 'face'.* Ombligo: "Oh my... Maybe I shouldn't be here for this?"
"And I agree with you on that," the paladin said coolly. "I am not so short-sighted to do something out of mere passion. Otherwise, I would not be here today."
Coventry continues to at Gail sternly, his words bitter, "I've heard allot of youth say that but few of them really mean it." He looks down at the table, "You aren't invincible...even though you might think it at your age." He looks at Gail coldly, "Wait until your married."
It is Gail's turn to be cold, a scowl darkly coming over her face as she answers Conventry. "I have no fantasies about my own mortality, Doctor. I fully expect to die, in my line of work."
Coventry meets her stare with equal if not greater ire, "I didn't say immortal, I said invincible. Sex will hurt you and everyone around you unless you keep it where it belongs, in the bed of a married couple."
"If you feel I do not understand the danger, we can talk about it in private, before our tempers get the better of us. I'm sure it will do your point no good if you keep yelling at me as if I was deaf."
Coventry continues to glare at Gail for a long moment, then shrugs with a sigh, "I doubt you would understand if I spoke with you for a year. No one does..." A hint of anger and pain laces his voice for a moment, he then smirks and it vanishes, "So, how did you fare in the battle last night? I noted your wounds obviously..."
Gail's scowl softens, only a trace of the anger that had moments ago flared. "Very well, in all respects. I've suffered much worse than the wound I had taken; without my armor, I had anticipated worse. What about you?"
Coventry shrugs, "Nothing I couldn't handle..."
Casting a glance around the tavern, the tinker is pleased to indeed find other members of the party present, two of which he recognized from last night and the other someone unfamiliar to him. Grabbing his rifle from the table, he approaches the group whilst chuckling to himself. "I swear I seem to always come across these gatherings late...ahoy, friend Paladin and...um..." He looks questioningly at the squid-creature, having taken note he didn't appreciate being called "squid" at that morning's meeting.
"Magic creature?" Ombligo says.
Coventry nods to the tinker, "Greetings."
"Right...magic creature..." Stoltz grins in response to Gail's question. "Right fine, if I do say so myself. I had been mapping out what I need for it last night, before...well, before those things went and ruined a perfectly peaceful night." Taking a seat by the Magic Creature, he looks at the spectacled fellow appraisingly for a moment before speaking with a friendly smile. "I'm sorry, I do not believe we've yet been introduced Mr. ...?"
Coventry looks at the tinker with a frown, "Doctor. Doctor Coventry, expedition physician."
The tinker chuckles lightly. "Yes. Doctor. My mistake. Good to meet you now then, before I am actually in need of medical aide. Name's Stoltz, tinker and self-fashioned historian at your service." He extends a hand to the doctor politely.
The Doctor takes the offered hand lightly, "A pleasure..."
Stoltz nods, then looks at the other two occupants of the table. "And whilst I'm collecting names to match to my fellow travellers...I do believe I missed the ones belonging to you last night, my friends..."
"Of course. How could I forget?" She then rises and extends a hand. "Gail Haubrekt."
Stoltz grins and accepts the offered hand. "Pleased to make your acquaitance, Gail. I'd offer my name in return as customary, but I dun wish to insult your ability to hear what's already been said right in front of ya."
Coventry smirks, "I think I'm going to enjoy your company, historian."
"I understand." With that, she sits again, listening to the conversation.
Coventry sighs, looking at Stolz intently, "I'm conducting medical interviews for members of the expedition. Please answer the following...are you afflicted by any curses, illnesses, or allergies that I should know about?"
"Trout," the tinker states bluntly, returning the doctor's look.
Coventry nods, "I see... I'll check to see if a quartermaster is appointed and make certain that no trout are in the food supplies. What is your race, gender, and age?"
Stoltz continues to grin and nods. "I'd be much obliged if ya would do that...awful pains that stuff gives. Oh, and neither curses nor illnesses plague me, to answer your other questions. Armadillian, male, 22," Stoltz replies as the questions continue.
Coventry smiles, "Are you shielded from spellcasting in a manner that would prevent restorative casting?"
The armadillian shakes his head. "Nah, I've no special defenses other than my own tough hide."
Coventry sighs, "Hopefully that'll prove enough. Final question, have you engaged in sexual intercourse?"
Stoltz blinks with mild surprise at this last question, but responds without a hint of embarassment in his tone. "That would be a negative as well, good Doctor" His grin broadens. "Ma would throttle me if I were to pursue such a level of relations with anyone but the gal I pledge my life to, after all."
Coventry chuckles, "Sounds like you got a good mother there..." He glances at Gail pointedly, then turns back to Stoltz, "She must be proud of you."
The tinker smiles appreciativly at this statement. "That's what she tells me, and she's an honest sort, so I'm inclined to believe she means it. And I shall endeavor to do nothing to make me undeserving of that pride."
Meanwhile...
Three slow, stately knocks indicate Sorel's presence at Dam's door.
: "Come in," Dam said.
Sorel opens the door and walks into the room, shutting it behind him.
: "I have gathered a small piece of information I believe you should hear, one not directly related to our course of action. Have you had occasion to speak with Gilliam?"
: "No... he's decided he'd rather not stop by until the end, I suppose; what information do you speak of?"
: "Gilliam is... hiding something." Sorel says at last. "Something of which our Doctor is aware. Given this, I am not certain he would be entirely forthcoming to you about it. I don't know how adept you are at discerning truth from lies, so I am telling you now to make you aware, so that you will mind his words."
: "I thank you, Sorel, but I had my own suspicions about him before this," Dicem said. "I'll deal with him in my own way. Is there anything else on your mind?"
Sorel shakes his head.
: "That will be all, then." he says, leaving the room.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 22, 2006 7:58 am
((G'damn... Everyone that took part in the convos, gain 500 XP. That was a lot of reading. I'm not back yet, but I have internet access for a bit.)) As the doctor expounds on his religious knowledge, those with exceptional hearing (DC20) hear a faint derisive snort from a cloaked figure in the corner. Those who examine it have no problem discerning Gilliam's armored form beneath the tattered rags covering him.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon May 22, 2006 2:44 pm
Kria found that again, she needed to go to the tavern. Mostly because it was fun and outside was boring and Tanis wasn't around. She was also quite thirsty. The warlock wanders in and looks around, noting the hooded Kayla. She giggles and walks over, sitting down opposite. "Heya!"
A slight smile spreads across Kayla's face, as the ever cheerful warlock sits down across from her. As a rogue, she had never been the happy-go-lucky type of person, but she had to admit it was nice to have someone be friendly towards her.
"Hi, Kria."
"So, have you meet captain Jerkass? Honestly, where does he get off? And the doctor ain't much better. Nope nope!" She slumps into her chair and from the passing waiter orders a glass of fruit juice. She sighs, and looks over at Kayla. "Done much socialising with everyone? I've talked to a few, and uppercutted the doctor..."
"Captain jerka- Oh, you mean Dam Dicem." Kayla takes a sip of her drink, but almost snorts it out of her nose. "Y-you actually hit that doctor?" The rogue chuckles. "And what, might I ask, did he do to deserve such...'punishment'?"
"He called me fat, then anorexic, and then emotionally unstable. He makes my teeth itche!" Kria pouts, and then grins as her drink arrives, sipping liberally at it. "But I think I'll ignore his quip. I'll be shouted for beating up the Doctor."
"Oh, I see... I probably would have hit him too." Kayla grins. "I highly doubt he's going to tell anyone that he got hit by a woman, anyway."
"I woulda done worse but Tanis stopped me. Darn meddler." She tilted her head to the right and focused on Kayla. "So...you met him?"
"Once, but we didn't exchange words. I've only talked to you and Dicem so far." Kayla takes another sip of her drink. "No one else has approched me."
"Hehe...I don't get approached either. I randomly walked up to them. You should try it. And Sorel's fun to chat to." She took another drink, banging the mug down. "You gotta be more assertive!"
"I prefer to stay to myself." Kayla frowns slightly.
[Kayla's Bluff: 17 + 11 = 28
Kria's Sense Motive: ?? I forgot, but it wasn't enough]
"Well, I suppose, the whole hooded mysterious thing doesn't rely on people but...why like, stay away from them if you hate being judged by stereotypey thingies? I mean, they can't know you if you don't try!"
Kayla sighs and looks at Kria intently. "Words alone are not enough to gain trust. It is your actions that do that."
"Mm. So if you're always sitting alone and looking suspicious...then like, what actions are you conveying? Oh wow, that was like deep..." She clapped her hands together and giggled.
"I suppose you do have a point." Kayla finishes her drink.
"Yeah! And like, if you're no good at talking, merely just sitting with everyone works. I mean like, take Mahler. He's not the worlds best at socialising. But he's still like with everyone. You just kinda...run away on your own."
"I tend to be...wary of paladins, or other 'holy' people. Though I suppose I could at least be around the others." Kayla nods.
"Well...Mahler dun seem the type to judge. Besides...like, don't they have that whole sense evil thing? I mean, you're not so like no troubles there. And if it's like to do with the whole sneaky thing...Dam does the same. HEY! I had the best idea ever! You two should hook up!" She chuckled to herself, the gears in her head already turning...
Kayla's face turns bright red, and the tiefling stammers. "Y-you're not serious."
Kria giggles, leaning forwards and pounces on her opening. "Aha! Are you blushing? Why?Did you like the look of him? I bet you did..."
Kayla pouts. "My love life, or lack there of, is none of your buisness."
The tiefling thinks about the comment Dam Dicem made during their meeting and wonders if he was serious. Still, getting into a relationship definatly isn't something that interested Kayla at the moment.
"Ooo...touchy! I can feel it! It's a perfect match! Hehehe...but alright. I'll say no more. So, what do you do for fun?" Kria stared mischeviously at Kayla, it was fairly obvious that the catfolk definately had plans...
Kayla quirks a brow. "Well, umm..."
Kria leans her head forward intently. "Yea?"
Kayla doesn't say anything.
Kria frowned. "What? Come on! Tell me!"
"I...don't...really...have...a hobby."
"Wha? So what do you when you're not being sneaky?" Kria blinked. This didn't make sense.
"I suppose you could say my profession takes up a lot of my time."
"Blah. That's not good!"
Kayla looks at Kria, tilting her head.
"No wonder...do you do ANYTHING but your profession?"
"Well, I travel a lot. I haven't been home in a while, either."
"So? I mean, my hobbies are singing and bangle collecting. I like don't need to be at home..."
"I can dance a little, though I wouldn't call it a hobby..."
Kria blinked. And in a sweet tone that was somewhat scary..."Did you say...you can dance?"
Kayla blinks. "Umm, I'm not all that good, but... What's with that...look?"
"Perfect! After this is over you and me will tour Rune and like...be a hit!" She claps her hands together.
Kayla's eyes widen and she chuckles nervously. "Umm, o...k."
"Perfect! And soon...and then...yes. Hehe, gotta go!" Kria chuckled and sprang to her feet, leaving the room, bangles jingling after her.
"Kria sure is cheerful." Kayla orders another drink as her gaze wanders to the others in the tavern.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue May 23, 2006 6:11 am
Arbeiten walks into the room, nodding to the lone occupant and waiting for instructions, a curious look on his face. "Come, sit down... your name and profession, sir," Dicem said, picking up a book. "I'm Dam Dicem, on the off chance you don't yet know who I am."
"Confirmation is always nice." Arbeiten replies pleasantly. "It would be awfully embarassing to find I had told my life's story to a complete stranger. Bad enough to bore your friends, but to inflict that on a random innocent...?"
"You can call me Arbeiten." the half-giant states, finally getting to the question. "And as for profession, I don't suppose hermit would count?"
"Whether it counts or not is determined by what you study as a hermit," Dicem said. "Spellcasting, and judging by your words last night I'd say it's more of the divine sort. Am I getting warm?"
"Colder, actually." Arbeiten chuckles. "There's very little of spellcasting or dashing around with a flaming sword, smiting devils and demons, in religion. Nothing that much fun. Otherwise you'd see a lot more clerics and a lot fewer farmers out in the world."
"I pray, and sometimes the goddess in her wisdom and mercy sees fit to help me out. I'd imagine you'd find she'd extend you the same service if you tried."
"Yeah; I'll take that up with her later," Dam said. "How are your combat skills?"
Arbeiten shrugs. "Another problem with being a hermit. There aren't many people to practice with." He thinks for a moment, then adds, "That's not to say I haven't practiced. That's to say I don't have anyone to compare myself against."
"I have come prepared, though." he adds. For a moment, his clothing shimmers, then is replaced with full plate mail. Another shimmer, and his travelling clothes are all that can be seen.
"Mmm... I see. Don't suppose your people skills are the best in the world, then?" the rogue asked.
Arbeiten raises an eyebrow. "Should you believe someone who straight-out says that they're a 'people person'?"
"I asked. I never said whether I believed it," the rogue said evenly. "Your answer?"
Arbeiten leans back, still with the eyebrow raised. "I just gave you an answer." he chuckles. "It's up to you to interpret it. After all, aren't people supposed to be modest?"
Dam says nothing, but watches the hermit for a moment. Then, leaning forward, he says "Why are you here? What brings a man down off a mountain after so long?"
Arbeiten shrugs. "A dream. The goddess can have a rather loud voice when she wants to be heard."
"Fair enough," the rogue said.
"And that divine inspiration is your only reason for joining us, then?" Dicem said.
"I'm afraid so." the hermit confirms.
"Pity, then," the rogue said. "We'll speak more in the future, Arbeiten... count on it. For now, though, you're free to go."
The hermit nods. "Peace favor you, friend. Since you seem to be stuck here for the rest of the day, waiting on our pleasure for these interviews, I guess I should ask. Is there anything that needs to be done in preparation for leaving?"
"That I won't know until later," Dam said.
Arbeiten nods again and chuckles. "Then good luck. From the scowls I saw down in the common room, I'd expect you'll need it."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 23, 2006 6:14 am
((Bonus XP for RPing outside of the interviews in a large enough amount to warrant attention. Name XP Dam: 400 Sorel: 600 Stoltz: 150
Ombligo: 250
Conventry: 450
Kria: 450
Tanis: 250
Farain: 150
Langston: 100
Morgan: 100
Gail: 200
Kayla: 75
Gorrik: 75
Mystic Armor: 50
Mahler: 100
Graigus: 100
Bozak: 50 ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue May 23, 2006 6:16 am
And Arbeiten is once again sitting in the common room, this time munching on an apple, and watching the team mingle and chatter.

Posted by: Aldur Tue May 23, 2006 7:35 pm
((So where's that support system? >_>))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 23, 2006 8:18 pm

QUOTE (Aldur @ Tue May 23, 2006 2:35 pm)
((So where's that support system? >_>))

((Pretty sure that's a behind-the-scenes thing, but I'm counting on Kria and Coventry being soulmated before long)).

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 23, 2006 9:07 pm

QUOTE (VoxPVoxD @ Tue May 23, 2006 8:18 pm)
((Pretty sure that's a behind-the-scenes thing, but I'm counting on Kria and Coventry being soulmated before long)).

((It is a behind the scenes thing. Though I'll throw out the fact that Coventry and Kria now have "C" support. : D ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed May 24, 2006 12:02 am
((Huh? Support?))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed May 24, 2006 12:20 am

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Tue May 23, 2006 7:02 pm)
((Huh? Support?))

((Friendship bonuses, gained from RPing. I think the example TUM gave was Faralon and Ashathel getting a +1 to AC when near each other or something))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 24, 2006 4:40 am
Coventry continues to sit at the table with Gail and Stolz. Kria wanders back into the tavern, and frowns, noting Coventry and some people she'd not really gotten to say hey to. She sat down at the table and grinned. "Hiyo!" Coventry nods in greeting, "Ello puss." He gestures to the cheese, bread, and fruit on the table, "I'm certain you're ready to eat so please help yourself."
She giggles. "Thanks...Doctor." The eager catfolk girl grabs a bit of bread and cheese, putting the fruit inbetween them and swiftly commenced munching.
Coventry sighs, "A pleasure...I'm sure." He rubs his forehead and picks up an apple, biting into it with a frown.
She gulps it down, and resumes her demure stance. "Problem Doctor? You look worried."
Rhythmic clacking signals Sorel's descent into the tavern. He moves slowly, deliberately, over to the table and stands, looking over all assembled, saying nothing.
Coventry looks at Sorel with concern, "Couldn't sleep?"
Kria looks around, and whispers to Coventry. "Has he gone...Senile?"
Coventry glances at Kria, "He just needs his nap."
Gail looks to Sorel, watching as he looms over the table silently. "Is something wrong, Sorel?"
Sorel shakes his head. "No one to tuck me in, is all."
"Oooh. Sorel, maybe you'd better eat something?" Kria giggles at the Druid's joke, settling back in her chair.
"I'm sure Dicem would if you asked him, didn't you see him when you were upstairs?" Coventry asks pointedly.
Gorrik walks next to the table, being noticed by all those with any hearing left. He looks around before patting his belly. "Better make way, this dwarf is a hungry one."
"I didn't want him to smell the alcohol on my breath," Sorel says.
Coventry sighs, "I can understand that... No mother hen wants to find out that one of her chicks has been hitting the bottle."
Kria nods, and then looks at everyone, focusing on Gail for a moment before turning back to Coventry and Sorel, humming softly to herself.
Sorel nods. "Especially with so many cracked shells, and foxes circling the coop even now."
"Nonsense..." Coventry replies, "How do cracked shells circle the coop?"
"So like, why are we talking about Barnyard adventures with Sorel and Docter C?" Kria blinked, looking innocently around the table
Gorrik piles food onto the plate infront of him and starts munching away happily.
"Inside a fox's stomach," Sorel says simply.
"What fox eats eggshells?" Kria looks at Sorel oddly, everyone was odd today...
Gail returns the Doctor's glower. "I can't help but think we have a misunderstanding here, Doctor."
Kria then spun around to Gail. "Wow! You do speak!"
Gail turns to the purple catfolk, looking slightly tired. "Indeed. I would be more affable, but a recent...decussion has rendered me a bit wearisome."
Coventry looks at her pointedly, "I thought we agreed not to discuss your sexual problems in public?"
Kria looked at Coventry and then Gail. Comprehension dawned as she leant forwards, whispering to the paladin. "I understand. It's the cramps isn't it?"
Sorel places a hand on Kria's shoulder. "Please." he says, and lets go.
"He wants you to tuck him in." Coventry nods, "Go ahead."
Kria tilts her head at Sorel. "What?" She then looks at Dr. Coventry. "Like...even I know that's a bad joke."
Sorel stares down at Kria once more. "There is no need to make an embarassing situation worse," he says softly, "Some measure of respect is due, I think, to Gail."
"Like, I was trying to help. Someone just happened to be listening in to girls only talk!"
Coventry sighs, "If the subject makes Sorel uncomfortable, let's discuss something else." He frowns, "I've been considering expanding my range of support magic."
"Wow. I just blast at things with dark energies. And like, make myself look scary..." Kria frowns. "Cursed Mages and clerics."
Coventry questions, "Thoughts old man, what magic will you be expanding on?"
Sorel looks down his nose at the doctor. "Expanding? Am I fat as well?"
Coventry winces, "My bad... I guess I'm still thinking about the last topic." He shakes his head, "Sorry."
Gail stares at the catfolk, unable to keep a small amount of disbelief off her face. "You are a magic user?"
Kria frowns,looking at Sorel. His nose is kinda big... And then turned to Gail. "Yup! I'm a Warlock. I blast things into nothingness with dark and or evil powers."
"I appreciate the courtesy, doctor."
Coventry looks at Sorel with a frown, "Don't lie to me, old man." His eyes narrow, "You've hardly appreciated any courtesy I've given you." He glances at Kria, "Hey Puss, how about a demonstration of these powers?
Gail is taken a back slightly at the catfolk's reply, before her face hardens. "You use...evil in your practices?"
Coventry pauses at this, his eyes narrowing, "Evil..."
"Oh blah. Evil is in the eye of the beholder. Demo? Sure!" Kria points to a box in the corner of the room, and fires off an eldritch blast at it. Giggling like a schoolgirl.
Kria claps her hands as the box explodes. "Boom!"
Sorel winces as Kria's magic rips the box apart. "You're going to pay for that, I hope?"
Kria pouts, frowning deeply. "Hey! They wanted a demo..."
Coventry looks disappointed.
"You could have just given the doctor a more direct demonstration."
Kria sticks her tongue out at Dr. Coventry. "Yeah...but he'd just soak me again. Getting wet is nasty."
Gail stares wide-eyed, more at the wild abandon of the catfolk than the destruction she wrot. The paladin was relieved the pub didn't have more patrons...someone could have been hurt with such a thoughtless action.
Kria prodded at Gail with a finger. "Whaddaya think? Neato eh?"
Coventry glances at Gail with a frown, "Eh? It wasn't that impressive...."
Kria smiles at Gail, her eyes narrowing at Dr. Coventry. "Well, you've not felt it yet."
Coventry chuckles,"Well, if it's anything like your uppercut, I'm certain I'd barely feel a thing."
Turning back to the warlock, her face turned stern, though trying to keep the edge out of her voice. "Perhaps you could use more...discretion in your actions?"
"More what now? Juice it up? Well...Ok!" Kria grinned as she began charging up another one. "Need a target!"
Sorel's voice is stern. "Kria, stop this now."
Kria sighs, the baleful dark energies surrounding her arm fading. "Darn. That's no good." She smiled at Coventry. "I'll scratch next time. And scar that pretty face of yours."
Coventry shrugs, "Then I'll just heal myself and remove the scar."
Kria pouts, looking disappointed. "Cheater!"
Sorel closes his eyes. A den mother. I've become a den mother in less than a day.
Gail glowers at the catfolk, watching as the energy slowly disappated. She takes everything so...casually; a loose cannon. I'll need to watch her closely. She sighs, wondering if this journey wasn't going to turn her hair truly gray,
Kria turns to look at Gail, staring at her with sad eyes, a grin on her face the next second. "Why the frown? It's ok! Not everyone can be as special as me!"
*Mahler rubs his hands together, then presses his right fist into his left hand and turns it left and right, creating a distinct grinding sound. He then squeezes with a left hand, creating a sound like knuckles cracking, only amplified threefold. With a deep grumble, Mahler lets out an "a-hem," telling the others they needed to cool it.*
"I think she doesn't like that you used the power inside. Maybe we should do something else." Coventry smiles at Kria, "You wanna sing a song with me? I wrote it myself..."
"What kinda song?" Kria turned to the Doctor, a big grin on her face, paying more attention to him now. She didn't seem to notice or care about what Mahler was doing.
"Oh, its just a simple little thing. Nothing really to it, just fun." Coventry says modestly.
"Alrighty. What're the verses?"
Coventry clears his throat and begins singing, not marvelously but decently, "Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy! They preach but don't practice! Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy! They say one thing and do another... Keep freedom to themselves. Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy! Yet they rule, why can that be? Cause people just let them be!"
Kria looks at Dr. Coventry in surprise. "Well that doesn't sound fun. Or good at all. Too many big H words. Wanna hear one of mine?"
Coventry sighs, "Thanks for bursting my bubble... Fine, fine."
Kria giggles, clapping her hands as she starts off her song. It was obvious to all she had talent. "There is a town...a beautiful town. A river flows in this beautiful town. There is a girl in the peaceful town...and she waits for a letter from her love. He's gone to the city, leaving her alone. And at that watergate, together he and she said...I love you. He will never know her broken heart, dead in the forest he lies..." She breaks off, blinking. "Perhaps that's not a good song for today. Too...sad. Oops."
Coventry looks away with a frown, "Ehhh... Lovely...just like a cat shrieking..."
Kria twitches, but says nothing. After all, it wasn't her fault the Doctor was jealous of her voice.
Coventry adjusts his glasses, "Shall we discuss something else?"
"Your lack of musical appreciation?"
Coventry frowns, "I appreciate music..."
Sorel speaks strange words in a clear, calm voice, pointing at nothing. Pure water begins to pour from midair, onto the doctor's head.
Kria bursts out into laughter, moving away swiftly from the water.
Gail turns to the newcomer, and seems about to say something before turning back to Coventry and the catfolk as they bursts out in song, raising a silver eyebrow just before the water hits the doctor square on the head.
Coventry sits silently for a moment as water rains down upon him, soaking his bread and knocking over his glass of wine. Most of the others at the table are at least splashed by this downpour but Stoltz receives the brunt of it.
Kria frowns. "Well, this could get ugly. I think I'll scarper!" With that Kria giggles, heading off to go bother Tanis.
She blinks, before putting a hand to her mouth quivering silently with laughter.
Then, Coventry begins to chuckle, setting up his glass and slowly cleaning his glasses, "How wasteful... All that perfectly good food and wine." He glances at the Sorel with smirk, "I thank you but I must assure you that I make it a practice to bathe while in civilization." He replaces his glasses, looking at Sorel intently, "...and while your own customs might be different, I generally don't bathe in taverns."
Gail takes a deep sigh, brushing wet strands out of her face and resting her cheek on her palm as she smiles. "I guess we'll have to pay for the table, too," she says, remnants of the chuckle here and there.
Coventry shakes his head, "Not we, I asked for the demonstration so I'll pay for the crate." He glances at the bar, "The barkeeper here knows me...or trust me that we would have heard a few words about it by now." He then looks at the Druid intently, "Sorel will of course pay for the food and wine of mine that he ruined. It was only about a quarter of a loaf and a glass. Shouldn't be too pricey."
"Guess I'll go ask for a mop, to start with." With that, she leaves for the bar, smirking and shaking her head as she goes.
: That might be difficult, Dr. Coventry, given that Sorel doesn't keep money.
Coventry shrugs, "Perhaps he should have thought about that before he destroyed my property? I may seem reckless but I always clean up my messes." He meets Sorel's eyes as he turns after Gail, "I'll assist you."
[Coventry Mop Check: 19]
[Gail Mop Check: 20]
Coventry mops like a God but somehow Gail does even better. In no time the floor is spotless.
: Or perhaps, Doctor, you should think before aggravating others? *Mahler crosses his arms*
Coventry looks at the golem's holy symbol with a smirk, "Are all followers of the Light so bias in favor of their friends?" He chuckles, "Perhaps other shouldn't be so easily aggravated. What Sorel has done is shown me that it is morally acceptable to destroy other people's property in pursuit of... of?" He the shrugs once more, "If it doesn't repay me, I'll inform Dicem of this but shalln't pursue it further. It's only a few silver in any case. A drop in the bucket you might say..."
Gail takes a step back after their work is done. She could see herself in the floor. She turns her head to the janitor/doctor, feeling slight respect for his mopping ability. "It's safe to assume things like this happen a lot
when you're here?"
Coventry rubs the back of his head, "Well... Yes, actually, now that you mention it. Strange coincidence, no?"
: Your bread is edible, is it not? And from Dicem's attitude, he would probably be more upset at being bothered over something so trivial. This could all be avoided, of course, if we'd all play nice
Coventry looks at the golem intently, "What do you know of eating."
: Coventry, when you have seen children sleeping in gutters and picking through
trash, even one who doesn't eat understands that there is little one can't eat.
Coventry looks at the golem coldly, "Don't presume to peach to me. I know what it means to live, you don't."
: And what is it to live?
"Sorry, it's something intangible that's rather impossible to explain." He looks at Mahler for a long moment, "I swear that you followers of the Gods are becoming boulder and boulder." Coventry sighs, "If someone can't take some taunting from an ally, how the hell do you expect them to handle demons?" Coventry replies suddenly coldly, "You seem boulder than most clerics, perhaps you've faced fiends as I have? ...or was last night your introduction?"
: I was in the battle as you were. I will deal with such creatures as with all bullies and aggressors. Intolerance cannot be tolerated, and I'm sure you will appreciate the irony. Do you know love, Doctor? If you love, then you will understand.
"And what does that make you, Doctor? You can't tell me you bought that trinket out of good taste," she replies, pointing at the silver figurine around his neck.
"Can you know love?" Coventry replies swiftly, he then glances at Gail, "If I dare say so myself, I have a reputation for boldness."
: Why would I not?
"You tell me... I was born not made." Coventry responds, "I've never been a construct, moulded by another's will at their whim."
: I was made with a very specific purpose, Doctor. My creator made me not for his own benefit, but for the benefit of others. He made me to help them, to protect and care for them. That is what I do, and that is what I know.
"Is that love? I was under the impression that love involved a choice." Coventry responds.
: My master told me that to love is to care for others, and to risk yourself so that others might be happy. Sorel seems to agree with this, and from what I understand, you humans feel they can't control who they love. *Mahler shrugs*
Coventry adjusts his glasses, "Love is an emotion. You've just describe actions... Actions that could be motivated by any number of emotions. Duty. Guilt. Even a need to feel needed..." He sighs, "Love is intangible. Many things about living creatures are."
Gail merely stands by and watches the exchange. Any point she could make would only undercut what each of them had to say, and she had a feeling her input would only create more friction.
: Why do you believe so strongly that I do not feel? Because I am not like you?
"No. Because you have yet to convince me otherwise." Coventry replies.
: You began convinced otherwise.
"I'm actually fairly certain that you do feel...but only want you were programmed to." Coventry continues, "I could create you. How are you more alive than the undead?What separates you from them? Do you have a soul?"
: I do not know how I was created, only that I was. I remember a moment that could be considered "birth," and my creator told me that I live. I know that I can die, and I feel pain. For example, just as you can heal others, you can heal me.
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "That's good to know."
: I also know that I develop a sense of caring for those I see. It is not an immediate
reaction. Seeing someone in danger only enhances this feeling. You may call this a reaction, but I only describe it as how I 'feel.' It is difficult to describe, almost like asking you what it feels like to be you."
"Tell me... You say that you were created to care for others and to risk yourself so others might be happy." Coventry begins, "How would you respond to a child who steals food in order to survive? What about a son who avenges a wrong against his sister by hunting down and murdering her attack? What if you were in a position to struck down an enemy who has slain the innocent viciously...only to discover than their mind had been warped by an evil being. Releasing them they would continue to kill yet you have no means of undoing the harm to them... What do you do?"
Sorel blinks, the first motion he had made in a long while.
: The child steals out of necessity. He can be taught there are other ways. The second question is difficult, since we do not know in what way the sister was attacked. Many communities hang for such offenses, do they not? And for the last... none are
beyond salvation. I know my duty is to prevent others from such harm, and I will do it to the best of my abilities.
Mahler emits a low grumbling sound, something like a distant avalanche or a sigh,: What about you, Doctor? If faced with those scenarios, what would you do?"
Coventry frowns, "The child can be taught there are other ways? No, the society should be taught other ways. The child is blameless." He crosses his arms, "That's one of my problems with organized religion, it defends the corrupt system and punishes those whose only sin to struggling to survive in any means possible. Cheap answers out of a book given quickly without great deliberation." He glances at Sorel, "The sins of religion seem quite at odds with the laws of nature, don't you think?" He then turns back to Mahler, "What would I do? I would shame the community in caring for the weak and vulnerable. It's not my place to care for them, its the place of the society they belong to." He shrugs, "As for the murder, I would let the brother tend to himself. He killed a man, the consequences are his. Although I might defend him publicly and possibly enable his escape..." He chuckles, "As for the last, I have no answer. If we have dealings with this chaos cult which I've heard so much about lately, I'm certain that will change."
"When?"
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "Oh, did you finally wake up now that your mess is cleaned up?"
Sorel frowns. "Don't be such a wet blanket, Doctor. When?"
"Nonsense, I wouldn't dream of such a thing." Coventry replies, "Unlike you, I wear clothing and not a mere blanket."
Sorel's eyes remain fixed on the doctor, and he gives no reply.
Coventry looks back at Sorel, "In a pack, if one eats more than his fair share...do not the others balance the situation? Yet, in human civilization many are bloated with wealth while children do intend steal bread. What does the church do? Condemn stealing and finance a soup kitchen." He shakes his head, "Instead they should balance the situation. Some will always have more, that's just life, but the disparity is absurd." He smirks, "Much like your hair."
"In a pack one's fair share is determined by how fast one can run and how strong one's jaw is. Nature's law of fairness is a grand competition, where the prize is survival and the victor is the fastest, the strongest, the cleverest. Equity and equality are things we've invented. Things it is our duty to maintain. The laws of nature foster bureaucracy, nespotism, and oppression. This... is how we are. It is each individual's responsibility to beat back nature to suit their ideal. I believe we had already discussed this in some detail, Doctor."
Coventry nods, "But have you discussed it with your boulder friend here?" He smirks, "I would add to your statement that the problem is that individuals instead of working towards their own dreams...or ideal...instead follow the ideals of others. This upsets balance." He smiles, "Some individuals attempt to bring balance to this disparity but instead accelerate the problem. Among these are the noble crusaders and most corrupt misers. The average person in society thus becomes lazy, letting these few make the decisions for them. They then rely on social constructs such as laws because in their stupor that is easier than finding their own truth." He adjusts his glasses, "Blindly following the law, they no longer put forth the effort to contribute themselves to society in their unique way and make the correct decisions in each situation." He turns to Mahler, "You treat the symptoms but not the disease." He looks over his glasses, "Trust me, I'm a Doctor. Symptoms are signs that something is wrong not things to be alleviated. If you placed your hand in a fire, would you prefer to feel no pain or to feel pain so you knew to move your hand? Starving children are a sign that the society is sick. There is such a thing as individual responsibility but it does not extend to the youth...at least...not by my judgment. Perhaps not so for yourself, your creator may well have already have made all the decisions for you."
: They may just need to see there are other decisions they can make.
Coventry holds a hand to his ear, "That response sounds familiar somehow... I think I heard one almost exactly like it only a moment ago." He shakes his head, "You talk about starving children in gutters then about other decisions they can make." His voice becomes irate, "That's a load of garbage. Those who need to make other decisions are those who put them on streets."
: Things happen that no one can prevent. Your cynicism is understandable, though I must ask, if you feel this way, why are you not helping?
Coventry's eyes narrow, "Do you lack the capability to process non-programmed thoughts and ideas? You completely missed my argument somehow though I can't say I'm surprised..disappointed perhaps...but not surprised." He sighs, "This conversation is pointless, process over my words and if you can manage to find a proper reply to them we'll continue this discussion."
: You criticize me for following a flawed system. I criticize you for doing nothing to help.
"No." Coventry replies calmly, "I do my part. I make others aware of their responsibilities and handle my own. It's not my place to save the world, save those delusions of grandeur for another, its my place to heal the wounds of others. That is the path I choose." He tilts his head, "Choice is something I don't believe you understand at this point. Perhaps one day..." He sighs, "Society is responsible for saving the world not a few select heroes. Heroes shouldn't be needed."
: And what is society, doctor? Can there be society without people?
Coventry sighs, "Is this where your mental programming gets stupid? Society is the collective of all sentient races in relation to one another." He sighs, "How many times
will I have to explain this to you, many no doubt... By taking on the responsibilities of others you enable them to continue in apathy and indifference."
: You said what I wanted to hear. *Mahler smiles*
Coventry questions, "You are sentient, but are you a race?"
Sorel raises his hand. "Enough. You have made your point, and both tread the same, tired paths. There will be no resolution here today, only contempt and discontent. Cease."
"Shut-up, old man." Coventry states without looking at him, "Go mind your own business and stop trying to exert control over the situation."
"Bite your tongue you moody and arrogant child. Stop chafing against the bounds of decency and common sense."
Coventry laughs, "Moody and arrogant? Thus says one who pronounces judgement even more freeily than I do? One who casts water on another's head in a manner even more destructive than my own?"
"Thus says one who does not hide behind base moral equivocation to conceal my inherent contempt for authority."
: I think I understand... control. Your actions are called into question, you become aggressive. Asked to hold your tongue, and you loose it more. I think you can't stand things being out of your hands.
"Quick to judge... Like most of your kind." Coventry states calmly, "You do not ask, you order. Aggressive? I dare say that your slamming your fists together conveys far more violent intent than any words of mine." He laughs, "Hypocrite... You always find a reason, no matter how petty, to avoid answering the critiques of your beliefs. Today, its that I do so to mask my contempt for authority. Show me a authority and I will show you respect."
: You should learn to control your temper before it gets out of hand. I would not want to see someone harmed as a result.
: Sorel, I think I should check on Ombligo. Will you be alright for the evening?
*Mahler looks to Sorel*
As Mahler warns about Coventry's temper, the healer laughs loudly, "You...you... Wow..." He covers his face for a moment, then shakes his head, "Wow...."
"I think I will manage."
: Good evening, then. And good evening to you, Doctor.
Still laughing, the Doctor nods, "Good night..."
*Mahler turns and walks out, as though nothing had transpired.*
Sorel watches Mahler depart. "The child who spends his hours plucking the wings from flies has a place in adulthood after all."
Coventry chuckles until Sorel makes his comment then shakes his head, "I wouldn't know, I was the one healing trampled worms." He chuckles again, "The amusement your friend has offered me more than pays for the destruction your wrought upon my lunch..." He laughs, "Violent....haha..." He nods to Gail, then turns and walks towards the bar.
Sorel pushes in Coventry's chair and goes to sit at the bar as well.
The bartender looks at Coventry with a frown, "...messy business, Ark."
Coventry chuckles, "Yes...yes...it was..." He covers his eyes for a moment, shaking with mirth, "...but...yeah..."
The bartender shakes his head, a smile forming on his face, "Alright. I'll tally the cost of the crate when TUM gets online."
Coventry nods, "I'd appreciate it...although that might be a long, long time."
The bartender sighs, "Yeah...but it's bound to happen at some point."
Coventry smiles, "True."
Teams of midgets fly from nowhere to patch up the fourth wall.
Coventry glances at Sorel as he moves to the bar, "Oh, and respect is something earned." He smirks, "Don't expect any special treatment from me just because you preach a good sermon and look the part of an old wiseman. Not that I need to be telling you that by this point."
He stretches, "Now, if you..." He starts chuckling, "...would excuse my violent...self-reighteous...arrogant...self..." He is filled with mirth, "I need to go dry my belongings before they become mildewy." He turns to go, singing, "Pots and kettles...and false pretenses..."
As he nears the door, he pauses, looking back at Sorel, "Farewell, mighty authority." He then steps out into the brisk autumn day.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed May 24, 2006 5:02 am
A curious look passes Sorel's face as he watches the Doctor depart. His brow tenses with concealed anger, and his lips draw into a thin line. His eyes wavered, misted with nostalgia and rememberance. Slowly, the old man took a seat at the other end of the tavern, waiting to speak with patrons and passers by.
((Gather Info 20 + 5 = 25))

Posted by: Rusty Wed May 24, 2006 5:21 am
((GI = 8 + 7 = 15.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 24, 2006 2:47 pm
((There is a poor little rogue over here that feels neglected Then again, I'm sort of glad she wasn't part of it. She would have been livid)) Kayla walks into the tavern and orders something for breakfast, as well as some fruit juice. She didn't feel like having any sort of alcohol so early. After her food is brought to her, she begins to eat. The rogue doesn't say anything to anyone else in the tavern.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed May 24, 2006 5:28 pm
Arbeiten leaned back, closing his eyes to think over the arguements he had just heard. 'Curiouser and curiouser...' The arguements the half-giant had heard tonight were nothing new, on either side. But what was more interesting was what was left unsaid. Almost all of them had tried to avoid a fight, save the cat-girl and the doctor. The individual methods they had chosen, from simply leaving to the impromptu bath, said quite a bit about their own personalities, however.
Their leader's strategy seemed to be trying to get the team united against a common enemy, namely, the thief. Drill sergents had a similar approach, and given the makeup of the team, the half-giant would have thought it would have worked. The doctor, however, seemed to see what was going on, and also seemed determined to pick it all apart.
It was possible that he was trying to test the team member's resolve. Find their temperment, find their breaking points, and so learn who to rely on and who to shelter. Given his doggedness throughout the process, though, it seemed more likely to be a personal grudge relating to his own religion. It was also interesting that the doctor, who claimed to despise organized religion and the clerics of Mitula and of Volcanonin in particular, seemed almost to be trying to avoid him, focusing instead on the paladins and the druid in the group.
Eh, such was life. Arbeiten leaned back, and peered into his ale-mug. Empty, alas... and he couldn't justify spending the coin on another round. Ah well. Water built character, was cheaper, and would wash down more of that delicious cheese he had on his plate. There was something to be said for the comfort of a warm inn-room. If nothing else, his companions seemed determined to give them all a free dinner-show. And a comedy, no less. His favorite kind.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 24, 2006 6:37 pm
Coventry lays in the sun on the dock, limbs outstretched, staring distantly up at the sky. His clothing is slowly drying but remains somewhat moist. Kria sees the good doctor and sits down beside him, idly admiring her new bangle.She had forgotten she bought it. And it had a nice red gleam. "Hiya Doc. Hey, what's your first name?"
Coventry continues to stare at the sky with unfocused eyes. He makes no response to Kria's arrival.
Kria frowned, prodding at the doctor's side uncertainly. Waving a hand in his face. "Doooctoooor?"
Coventry blinks, "Eh..." He slowly sits up, "Wha....what?" He looks at Kria in confusion, "What is it?"
"You looked kinda down! And Sailor Kria is here to cheer you up!" She grinned at him, settling down, looking at the sea.
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "Sailor?" He sighs, "Right...well... No, I may admit to some frustration but there's nothing to do but be amused by double standards." He stretches, "Not that I would ever preach one thing and practice another."
"Well, we're by the sea so I thought I'd fit in! Sailor Kria! And like, I don't have any idea what you mean but...um, you won't be wet forever!"
Coventry nods, "Yes...yes, I would expect that someday I'll dry." He tilts his head, "I was thinking about something..." He frowns, "What was it..." He sighs, "Ah well, I lost it."
"You'll find it. Hey, Doc, what's your first name?" She blinked, staring at the doctor now, pulling her eyes away from the glittering depths.
Coventry looks at Kria strangely, "Ummm... Doctor?"
"That's a title.What is your name?" She pouted, looking into his eyes balefully.
[Tumble: 19 + 14 = 33]
Coventry chuckles, then with a single swift motion rolls to his feet with incredible skill. He looks over his clothing intently, then gives it a fling, "Still wet..." He scowls and starts walking back towards the town, "I wonder if this town has any paint for sale..."
Kria cries out, running after the doctor. "Hey! Like, you can at least say bye! Sheesh!" She ran swiftly after him, wondering what his deal was.
Coventry comes to a halt and turns, frowning at her, "What are you yelling about?"
"That's twice now I've asked like, your name! Cmon, it's no big secret right?" She panted a little as she drew up next to him, glaring at him a little.
Coventry frowns, "What? You already know my name, Doctor Coventry." He adjusts his glasses, looking at her intently, "Is this another problem related to your emotional status?"
She raises a hand. "Let's not go there again. I mean your first name. What's the big deal? C'mon! Tell me!"
Coventry scratches his head in apparent confusion, "What are you talking about?"
She blinks. "Are you telling me that your only name is Coventry?"
Coventry sighs, defeated, "Fine...fine... Just promise me you won't tell any of the clerics or paladins." He looks around shadily and whispers a name quietly, "Andromalius."
Kria blinks, sniggering to herself. "Whatever you say Andromalius. Ahaha!" She then bursts in laughter. The name sounded so funny.
Coventry sighs, a worried expression on his face, "Just remember not to tell the paladins..." He frowns and trudges on towards the village, muttering to himself.
"Ahuh." She walks with him, humming idly to herself. "Hey, DC. Can I call you DC? Well, have you met Kayla?"
Coventry pauses, "DC?" He shrugs, "As you wish..." He pauses thoughtfully, "Kayla? I encountered her briefly but she seems rather anti-social. Always vanishing before I get in an interview with her."
"She all like..." Kria raises her arms in an ominous way. "Woe is me for someone in my family was a demon. I have fangs etc." She dropped them back to her side. "She's a rogue too. Her and Dam should hook up."
"Hmmmmm..." Coventry pauses, "A fiend in her lineage then. Interesting. I really should have a conversation with her..." He sighs, "...she always seems to be sitting around except for when I'm looking to talk with her. Then she cannot be found for some reason." He rubs his chin, "You think her and Dicem? Perhaps something can be arranged." He smirks, "I like making romance possible."
"Yeah but like, she gets on like she's all evil and everyone will hate her. That's like...so stupid. Oh well. And really? Yay! I enjoy doing that sort of thing as well! First of all we need to get them alone together...and then..." Kria begins rambling on and on about various ways, schemes and traps to snare the two together.
Coventry laughs, "Nonsense... If she has fiendish blood, I'm certain Dicem would feel completely at home..." He then frowns, "Although..." He sighs, "Dicem might not be worthy of her. He frequents whore houses and other such disreputable places."
Kria frowns, tilting her head at him. "Well, with the way she is...she's not likely to get better! Oh well, let's get them together. It'll be fun at the very least!" She skips around the doctor giggling gleefully. "This is starting to look like more fun than I thought!"
Coventry smirks, adjusting his glasses, "What about you and Tanis..." He lets the sentence hang for a moment, looking at her meaningfully, "You seem rather close. If it birds of a feather or opposites attract?"
She blinks, shaking her head. "Nah, it's more a convience thing. Though, I do see him as my little brother. He knows all sorts of big words and things but when it comes to people, remembering to eat and all that kinda stuff he's no good at it. So I'm kinda his sister!" She notes his smirk. "Why?"
Coventry chuckles knowingly, "You certain he feels the same way..." It is the Doctor's turn to spin away, a grin on his face, "Sisters and brothers... hehe...." He starts back towards the town, "Youth is such a wonderful thing."
"Well, it's how I feel." She smiles brightly as they near the large statue in the town centre, and she grins. "Wowie, our first fight was funny. Kinda. I guess."
Coventry glances at her curiously, "Really? What happened? You and Tanis find some catnip and battled it out?"
"Har. So funny." She rolled her eyes and explained. "I meant, yesterday. With the Demons."
Coventry frowns, "What was funny about your brother dying?"
She blinked. "Not like, that bit! I mean, eww. I meant the whole beating up the bad guys thing."
Coventry shakes his head sadly, "How cold... Tanis lay helpless, bleeding to death while you enjoyed yourself." He sniffs and looks away as if greatly troubled.
"Ahah. So, what where YOU our own self proclaimed great healer doing then? I mean like, what could I do? My powers blow things up." She shakes her head at him. "Sometimes you don't seem very smart."
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "When did I ever claim to be greater...around you?" He shrugs, "No matter... I can only do so much at this point, I've not reached my greatest potential yet." He chuckles, "What could you do? Sleep with him? Then he wouldn't have be caught napping...alone."
"Like, by that logic why don't you? Then you can always be around to heal him. And like, do you enjoy pissing off people? It's not exactly a nice trait." She narrows her eyes, at him, debating over a few things mentally.
"I'm not here for Tanis alone...and he's not my brother..." Coventry looks deeply into her eyes with a smirk, "...and yes, actually. It's a rather interesting to see how people react." He taps his forehead, "A great deal abandon their strongly professed beliefs rather quickly while others who seem to follow no code have resolve that surprises. Everyone's different, makes life all the more fun."
"Yeah, you just get a kick out of it. Duely noted! And do you sleep with your brother DC?" She giggled at the thought, walking over to the statue and leaning against it. "And you'll not find a woman that way either. You and Gail could work..."
Coventry chuckles, "I'll not find a woman that way? You are a naive little thing, aren't you, Puss?" He rubs his head, "Ah... Women are far too easy to have." He sighs, "A pity really, most merely pursue males blindly rather than fully develop their own personality." He looks back at Kria, "In any case, I'm not desperate for female company. That's rather easily obtained. What I'm after is a woman who's just as much of an individual as I am." He chuckles, "That's not so easily obtained." He shakes his head, "Gail? She's a beautiful creature and sweet as well, but hardly seems of my caliber."
"Your caliber seems questionable to me. But whatever. You like have a serious problem there. I mean, even by my standards you seem overly proud." She looks at the doctor, studying him, looking him up and down. "I mean, you're not bad for a hairless wonder, but...your personality sucks."
Coventry chuckles, "My personality is what I was talking about... Who cares about physical appearance? We'll all end up ass ugly like Sorel. Even now, I'm nothing special in physical appearance." He sighs, "Ah well, I didn't expect that you would understand and that's quite alright."
"Hey! I'm eighteen and understand plenty. Thank you very much. Humph! Stop insulting my Inteli-inteli-Smartness levels every other minute!" She shakes her fists at him, not really that angry but Kria was a hands on person.
Coventry takes a step back, "Are you going to hit me again?"
"Too much effort at the moment. But you really are on a cruising for a bruising. I mean like, stop antagonising everyone for your own amusement. It's not nice at all, and I don't see other Doctor's doing it."
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "Where do you see other Doctors?"
"Doctors, healers that charge money. Like, you all do the same service despite your deities or whatever." She waves her hands dismissively.
Coventry shakes his head, "...and why should I live my life according to the standards of others?" He sighs, pointing at the new bangle, "Would you give up your collect just because someone thinks its a waste?"
She shakes her head vigorously. "No no no no! You ain't getting it. It's like...treat people nice and they'll do the same. I mean, sure it doesn't always do that but...are you this nasty to dying patients?"
Coventry laughs, "I don't have dying patients."
"Someone in great pain then. Like, you do continually insult them until they get better?"
"Depends on who they are...." Coventry adjusts his glasses, "Treating people nicely does not result in them doing the same. That's a lie which is told to the youth and weak to make them behave. Just like work hard and you'll reach the top. Respect your elders. No, I say, respect those who deserve it." He smiles, "In the same light, I've done nothing that deserves special respect...yet. However unlike some, I don't expect respect merely because of some supposed position."
"Really now? wow, like...you're obnoxious because that's the way you are? I though you were are mean because you thought you were something else. Oh well then. So, I think I should like, make seashell bangles! And then sell them in Waral! Wowie, I'm so smart it amazes me sometimes." She jumped forward, and stretched a little. "Wanna hunt seashells with me?"
Coventry shrugs, "Who can say..." He chuckles, "Seashells? No, I'm almost dry so I think I shall risk returning to the tavern for another bath. Good fortune." He turns and walks in the direction of the tavern.
"Fine then! I was gonna give you a cut!" She sighs, and walks back towards the port, humming a tune to herself.
Coventry enters the tavern and glances around with a frown. After a moment he spots Kayla and stepping over sits beside her, "Isn't it...a little late for breakfast?" He smiles curiously, "Just wake up?"

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Wed May 24, 2006 7:25 pm
Stoltz ran down the dirt path leading to the coast by the southeastern edge of Rindo, a broad grin on his face. Waving an arm over his head excitedly, he calls out to a woman standing in front of the small house at the end of the path. "Ma! Ma!! Lookit what me an' the Doctor made!"
Jenell stands in front of her family's home, hanging out some laundry to dry in the cool ocean air, humming contently to herself as her simple dress and apron flutter slightly in the wind. When she hears her son's call, she turns and watches the small boy run towards her, smiling lovingly down at him as he nears. "Up at the lab again, young'un? How are the good Doctor and yer uncle today?"
Stoltz slows to a stop in front of his mother, panting lightly from the long run. "They're doin' fine! Uncle Guntz says you should come up there sometime, and to bring along some of your fish. But lookit! Doctor Crock helped me make this!" He holds out one hand, a proud look in his eyes.
Jenell looks at what her son is holding, then arches an eyebrow questioningly. "...you made a pair of goggles? Are they a spare pair fer yer Pa?"
Stoltz shakes his head emphatically. "Noooo! Well...they are goggles...but they aren't like Pa's! The Doctor used diff'rent lens things so when you look through 'em, stuff looks closer up! I'll show ya! I'mma try to see Pa!" With that, he snaps the goggles over his eyes, then turns to the north and tries to get a good look at the docks in the distance. Though he can see farther than his mother with the aide of the goggles, the people on the docks are still little more than small far away shapes to him. Determined, he begins moving closer, trying to make out his father among the many silhouettes.
Jenell watches her son stare off in the direction of the town, curious as to what he is seeing through the magnifying goggles. She frowns with mild concern as the boy wanders closer to the sandy shoreline. "Stoltz! Watch where yer goin'!"
The young armadillian continues to move forward, oblivious of his mother's call, then after a few more moments cries out triumphantly. "I see him! Just barely, but I see him, Ma!" I see--" He doesn't get the chance to finish his cheerful exclamation, as a large wave - well, large to a small child - crashes into him with overpowering force.
In sync with the strike of the wave, Stoltz is shocked out of his mental reverie when he's caught in a sudden downpour of water from his location in a seat by Coventry, the tinker coughing and sputtering from the impromptu dousing. "What..." Glancing around to catch his bearings, he notices Sorel and a golem standing nearby, Coventry still seated and just as soaked, and Gail also seated, hair slightly wet. "What...is the meaning of this?!", he states amidst the sputtering, his voice sounding surprised rather than angry.
Then his mind seems to catch up with him, and with a fearful expression jumps up from his seat and moves to a dry table. "No! Musn't...musn't let them get wet!" Hurriedly, he removes the large backpack from his back and starts rummaging through it, yanking out several large, tightly bound pieces of parchment and flinging them out onto the table. When he removes the last one, he drops the pack onto the floor without concern for the other contents and looks over each of the items on the table, breathing a relieved sigh when they seem to be for the most part dry, something he apparently could not say for his current attire.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu May 25, 2006 5:02 am
At some point before the meeting, Gilliam approaches Dam and stands before him. "What do you wish to know?" "Your name and profession, are good places to start," Dicem said, picking up a book. "Gilliam Thornton, soldier with experience in repelling demonic incursions," Gilliam replies.
"Cloak off, Gilliam," Dicem said.
"As you wish," Gilliam says, discarding the garment.
"What are you, Gilliam?" the rogue asked, closing the book.
"Mmmm. I thought you'd ask. My secret is something I can usually conceal due to ignorance on the part of the masses... Much like Coventry's fake god. 'Please return to this question later, it has a lengthy reply.'"
"Your answer, then?" the orange-haired youth asked.
"If you would humor me, what do you think I am? I'll tell you regardless, but am curious to your knowledge."
"Let's just say I've come across mentions of robots somewhere," Dicem said. "Getting warm yet?"
"Warm yes. Hot? Not quite. Ending it at robot or do you have a further guess?"
"How about you finish, since there are things I need to do," the rogue said.
"Cyborg, full body," Gillaim states. "Former human, though all that remains is a brain now."
"Shame, I suppose," the rogue said. "You seem to prefer guns; any other special abilities I should know about?"
"I didn't have a chance to use it, and tend not to, since it completely blows my cover, but I possess a powerful wide area effect weapon... I was hoping not to use it, but if we run into more devils, such hope is fleeting."
"Melee abilities?"
"I can deal a fair amount of damage with my fists, but am not as practiced in landing the blows. I'm plated in adamantite, though, most physical attacks bounce right off."
"I see," Dicem commented. "Doesn't seem likely, but I might as well ask... how are you on magic casting?"
"I have no spellcasting capability, but I know a rare fact that a module exists to allow robots to cast spells. No idea how it would work, but the information might come in handy."
"I'll keep an eye out," the rogue said. "But tell me... who brought you here?"
"The merchant has promised to restore my body to me if we succeed. And that is why I will not allow this mission to fail."
"Hmm... I see. You're free to go then, Gilliam, but know that you and I will talk in the future," the orange-haired youth said.
"What about?"
"Things," Dam said. "Things."
"And here I thought it would be stuff. Possibly this and that," Gilliam says dryly. "In any case, I would appreciate your discretion on my nature. I don't expect my ruse to last much longer, but I'll take what peace I can."
"Fair enough," the rogue said. "I tend to operate on a need-to-know basis anyway."
"Noted. Speaking of which, I have some knowledge which may aid you later. Specifically, the Metaphans and their foes, the devils and demons, as well as military tactics. I'll inform you when I think of things you'd want to know. One last thing though."
"You seem to prefer being blunt, so I'll say this. If I see you about to make a blunder, I'll call you on it. Of course, from what I gather, such shouldn't be the case, if the merchant hired you."
"Good to know," the rogue said, raising an eyebrow as the cyborg left. "Good to know..."
((Fast forward to later that evening; assume you were able to make all of your purchases in the interim.))
The group once more gathered in front of Dam in the large room from the morning, the rogue sitting in the same spot he'd occupied hours before.
"Alright... first thing first, I want those who were gathering information to give me what they have," Dicem said. "Anyone who still wants to take part in the group fund can also do that now."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu May 25, 2006 5:25 pm
After waiting for a long time for Kayla to reply, Coventry leaves and makes a few purchases. Eternal Wand of Anarchic Water: 2 uses per day : 820 gp "What exactly is your game, Coventry?" Gilliam asks, catching the doctor before he enters the tavern.
Coventry pauses, looking at the ragged figure curiously, "My game?"
"You and I both know you serve no deity, but you're professing to worship a false one," Gilliam states, bluntly.
Coventry chuckles, replying in a quiet whisper, "Would you rather that I told them that I have an innate connection to the same pool of energy that the Gods themselves manifest? I'm certain that would go over well in the church." He shakes his head, "I've pretended to follow all the known Gods throughout my life but its rather entertaining to make one up and witness how little most followers actually know about their religion."
"In truth, I WOULD prefer that," Gilliam states. "It is the truth. They can take or leave it as they wish, and I highly doubt you'll be burnt as a heretic. As for entertaining, you seem to be quite focused on that."
Coventry shrugs, "You hardly have room to be preaching about truth." He nods at the rags covering Gilliam.
"This little charade won't last past the next battle, have you noted the tinker among our numbers? I'm merely taking my peace where I can find it," Gilliam notes. "But I know my disguise soon comes to an end. Yours?"
Coventry laughs, "Perhaps if I chosen something less extreme it would carry through till the end but it's already dissolving..." He pauses, looking at Gilliam cooly, "Not that its any concern of yours."
"How do you figure?"
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "How do I figure what?"
"That it is not my concern?"
Coventry stares at Gilliam for a long moment, "Are you attempting to control me as well?" He crosses his arms, "Have I damaged you in any way? What right do you have to question my actions?"
"This coming from one who questions everything? Is everything control with you? No, you have not damaged me, but I worry about the damage you might do to the mission. Antics are one thing, but you seem to be very antagonistic. Why?"
"The mission is everything, is it not?" Coventry smiles, "I was hired as a healer and I'll fulfill that role to the best of my ability. My actions during free time are none of your concern."
"The mission is a component of the war, which is indeed everything. More than any other factor, it's been war that has shaped this planet you live on. That can change. But not for a long while, I think. Even we were not immune to it."
"Your point...."
"Was simply to make your statement more precise."
Coventry sighs, "If war has shaped this world more than any other force, perhaps its time to attempt something different." He shrugs, "Just a thought... Be it war or not, I'm not a member of the military...just a free lance healer and I'll do as I please."
"I said it could change. Unlikely to, though. Mortals don't change much. The one thing I have noted in my years was this. The more things change, the more things stay the same."
"Mortals don't change much? Perhaps that's because social constructions won't let them..." Coventry chuckles, "It's a sad fact that all are born free and most choose slavery." He adjusts his glasses, "Now, on another note, I don't know any immortals personally but they don't seem to change all that much either. Other than to grow ever more arrogant and self righteous...of course."
"Mmmmm... Agreed. Then again, if you haven't met one, how would you know?"
Coventry smirks, "I have studied religion and some history... The Vandals and Innovators in particular."
"Speaking as one that lived through it, history does not always equate to truth. Especially the further back you go. Truth to history, history to myth, myth to legend."
Coventry looks at Gilliam for a long moment, "Like the Golem, you call your immortal existence life." He breathes heavily, "Is life immortal? ...I rather think death is the key to life. Without it, don't you think life becomes swiftly meaningless?"
Gilliam does something that startles Conventry... Something completely unexpected. A low, deep chuckle arises from him that swiftly transforms into a laugh, "All livings things die, and with strange ages, even death may die. What is truly immortal? Not a thing."
Coventry stares at Gilliam for a long moment, then smirks, "Even death may die?" He looks out over the village and shrugs, "Is death something tangible now? I had hardly thought so."
"You should know a metaphor when you smell that pungent scent of philosophy."
Coventry shrugs, "Perhaps I was thrown off guard by that mechanical roar of yours."
"If you scare so easy, we're going to have to take care to keep you in the rear echelons."
"Thrown off guard and fear are two entirely different things..." He smirks, "Although, I should warn you that I am hopelessly violent according to certain religious authorities on this expedition. Be cautious about startling me."
"Which is why you carry a shield and no weapon. Your dagger tongue is fearsome indeed. In any case, remember not even all humans truly live."
Coventry laughs, "That is something which I have believed for a long time." He nods vigorously, "While most live to some extent, very few indeed fully live."
He sighs sadly, "Even I am at times am hindered by weakness from fully living."
"Indeed?"
"What were these rags before you made them into a cloak?"
"They were a travelling cloak before time made them rags."
Coventry weaves symbols in the air, speaking words of magic before reaching out and touching the ragged cloak. Mystical energy reforms the rags into a travelling cloak, simple, but sturdy and strong.
"My thanks."
Coventry ignores the praise, "All humans are weak, in their weakness some turn to the crutches of religion and law while others devise their own crutches." He looks out over the village, "In the end, the one who no longer relies on crutches at all is the strongest. The one who lives to the greatest extent."
"Something that can be used as a crutch can be used as other things as well."
Coventry shrugs, "This may be difficult for you to hear but there's something I must share with you." He smiles slightly, "I have an unprecedented love of theatrics." The Doctor then turns and starts walking back towards the tavern.
"I couldn't tell," Gilliam says dryly.
"I thought not... Most seem to miss it somehow." Coventry replies.
"Well, you're just so quiet and unassuming," Gilliam continues. "It's hard to pick you out in a crowd, much less a theater."
"I know." Coventry nods, "I suppose that's one reason why the cleric of Mitula has yet to approach me. He hasn't noticed me yet." He pauses, shaking his head, "Even after I revealed the secret of Mitula's third breast...he said nothing."
"Well, it takes a boob to know one," Gilliam says with a slight chuckle, then he stops talking and walking, thinking.
"The Paladins of the Light seem to have no problem approaching me." Coventry responds quietly, "Even if they are afraid of my outbursts of violence. I suppose they truly are courageous. Boulder than I expected..." He then continues on, walking silently.
"Mm? What?" Gilliam asks, turning his head.
Coventry does not reply, continuing on silently. He eventually returns to the tavern and from there to the large meeting room. He now sits silently, watching the proceedings with a distant expression on his face.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu May 25, 2006 10:21 pm
: "Odd. I thought you'd at least get along... But you seem to possess quite a hatred for each other," Gilliam comments as Conventry leaves. : "Is he always that testy?" *Ombligo asks Gilliam.* Sorel turns to Gilliam, and his expression softens.
: "He... angers me. I dislike being angry, so I become moreso. Negative emotion breeds itself. You are Gilliam, correct?"
: "Mmmm. Authority angers him, but I didn't think he would extend it so..." Gilliam states, before turning to Sorel. "Yes. And yes it does. Why not break the chain, then?"
: "Such courses are clearer when the forge doesn't burn," Sorel says. "I will... endeavor to be more patient. You know him, then?" he asks Gilliam.
: "Well said. Only a little. Met on the road a few days ago," Gilliam says.
Sorel nods.
: "He bears a secret for you, though I'm sure you know."
: "I'm sure he thinks he knows a lot about me," Gilliam states, neutrally.
: "I am certain there is little he will admit to not knowing," Sorel says dryly. "But... I must confess to have sensed a burden upon you, one that tugs on my mind the more I see and listen among these people."
: "Indeed? What do you suspect of this burden?"
: "I believe there is some aspect of yourself you wish kept hidden. You do not make a concerted effort to hide it, but it weighs upon you all the same. Am I correct in this belief?"
: "Yes... Though that's not exactly what weighs upon me. It will become clear soon enough."
Sorel tilts his head.
: "You are a soldier, yes?"
: "Correct."
: "You wear the weary wisdom of a road-worn warrior. You have fought for a long time, I suspect." Sorel's eyes flash. "It is a testament to your skill, or luck, or fate, that you have survived intact."
: "Longer than you can imagine. I am more skilled than lucky, and I'm not on such good terms with fate," Gilliam replies. "Tell me though, you who was just explaining the immorality of nature. My question is, why are you a druid, then?"
Sorel's eyes drift off for a moment before they find focus on Gilliam.
: "Nature isn't immoral, precisely. It's amoral -- right and wrong are alien to nature. She is in equal measure fury and gentleness, delight and dole. She is a beautiful and a terrible thing, I love her, and I am honor-bound to protect her memory."
: "Amoral, immoral, without morals, it's the same to me. Nature's memory? Or did you mean something else?"
: "Nature has given me everything I have ever had, and stripped me of all I have ever lost. It was my wife. My wife's memory." Sorel says, the age in his voice faded.
: "Your wife was another druid?" Gilliam asks.
Sorel shakes his head.
: "A dryad."
: "Mmm. I see," Gilliam says, digesting this fact. "Still... To draw magic from a source you don't fully agree with seems... unnatural."
: "To deny my own nature because it cannot coexist peaceably with Nature itself, to deny my duty to protect it, to deny my losses in the past and what I have become, would be unnatural. Respect, reverence, love. These are conflicted, imperfect emotions to our conflicted, imperfect hearts. Human nature, as it were. It would be unnatural for a human being to bear a perfect agreement, for perfection of the whole demands perfection of the part."
: "I never spoke of perfection. But I have seen people come to a bad end when they attempt to control forces they do not agree with.You seek to protect nature in rememberance, not to champion its own values, then?"
: "I don't know about you, but I find it more respectable to support something you don't necessarily agree with, but think it is ultimately for the better."
: "I cannot claim the wisdom to see Nature's ultimate balance, nor can I claim the resolve to stand aside and let it take its course. It is not my place to champion the values of Nature; Nature does that well enough on her own. I serve the good in Nature, because it corresponds to my own. Balance will see I am met on the opposite end."
: "I am not sure what you mean, Ombligo," Gilliam says, then turns. "As for balance, there is none with good or evil. If there were, the struggles of man would be nothing and the world rendered pointless."
: "It's easy to stand up for what you believe in. It's not as easy to accept that maybe what you believe in isn't true. I mean, we all have our own vision of how we want the world to be, right?"
: "They are, in the long view. But in the long view, black and white will always stretch out into a seamless band of gray. It is from day to day that we live, and it is from day to day that we must fight for good."
: "True enough," Gilliam nods to Ombligo, before turning to Sorel once more. "Perhaps. But there is no cosmic force enforcing balance. That I am sure of. You are correct, though, what matters is the act, not the contemplation."
Sorel levels his gaze at Gilliam.
: "Balance is a natural tendency, not an active force. To see it would require wisdom beyond my own and time... more than I can imagine. Were you always a soldier, Gilliam?"
: "Most of my life," Gilliam replies. "And while a forest might hold a natural balance, I do not think the same is true of the world or the heart of man."
: "I would contend that such balance is harder to see in the world, because there is the constant drive against its impulse. There is balance, too, in the human heart. It is not as unabashedly neutral, but it is there."
: "I cannot believe that until I see proof of it. Then again, balance itself is vague and murky. My own definition might differ from yours."
Sorel nods.
: "It is possible." He then grips his staff tightly in both hands, leaning on it. "Does it get easier?" he asks.
: "Does what?"
Sorel studies the designs carved into his staff.
: "As I have aged, the greatest pain has been seeing all I had known in my younger days fade away, seeing all ties to my past outside of my own mind evaporate, seeing myself become the last leaf on a dying tree. Clearly, you have lived longer than I ever will. Does it get easier to endure?"
: "Perceptive. But I can't quite compare aging normally to what I've seen. I truly would not try to apply the one experience to the other. They are nothing alike."
: "What have you seen?"
: "Fire. Endless seas of fire. And death. More death than you can ever comprehend."
: "An end of days..." Sorel says softly.
: "Everything in this world was bought with an ocean of blood. Remember that," Gilliam says grimly. "Your forests that you love so rest on the bones of a long dead world."
: "Which in turn rests on the remains of groves and life dead longer still. All beginnings are built on near-forgotten ends, are they not?" Sorel replies.
: "Not all," Gilliam says, quietly. "Not all."
Sorel thinks in silence for a moment.
: "Do you know the god from which the doctor claims to draw power? Lavis?"
: "There is none."
The old man shakes his head, smiling.
: "I should have guessed..." He looks up, to the older warrior. "He is an interesting fellow, to say the least."
: "That, at least, I think everyone can agree on."
Sorel smiles once more, and extends his hand to Gilliam.
: "I thank you for your words, and your time. I hope to speak with you again soon, but there is still the matter of gathering the information Dam requested of me. Until later, then, Gilliam."
: "Until then." Gilliam takes the hand and shakes it as gently as he can.
***
At the meeting, Sorel speaks when called upon by Dam, in a clear, firm voice.
: "Max is known to be travelling with the robot Adam and the hero Ian. This is a fact. They were seen heading to Ribble, but it's not known if they got there, were delayed, changed course, etc. Ribble is known for its scholars even past Hassan, since it sits on an Ancient ruin. Max and Ian were originally heading to Guardiana, but it is known they switched destinations as soon as they learned of the Cult's doings and disaster at Guardiana. It's very odd, because many thought he'd be rushing home to aid it. There's another Ancient ruin to the south, but it's sealed and no one can find a way to open it.
: "I could neither confirm nor deny the rumors of the trio departing for Grans by ship," he adds.

Posted by: Rusty Thu May 25, 2006 11:37 pm
((Here's what Ombligo learned. Anyone with Know: Planes should go and try and figure out what the heck those other devils are. Ombligo will tell Sorel and Dicem. TUM: Ombligo learns from a weary caravan guard that monster attacks are on the sharp rise. He also learns from a terrified hunter that..He stumbled upon a marching army of demons while scouting the desert.
Ombligo, also hears rumors of strange creatures being sighted all over Parmecia.
Ombligo, any questions for your sources or end it here?
ME: hmm...any descriptions of 'em, or just 'strange creatures?
TUM: A few identifiable monsters are described, but there are two that seem troubling. One is a horrible patchwork creature of fiend, man, and monster, the other an amorphous black shadowy ooze.... There are two accounts of the ooze. One describes it as ethereal and truly shadowlike, the other insists it is solid and seems to consist of some acidic liquid.
ME: Annnd which direction were the desert devils headed?
VOX: THEY'RE HEADED THIS WAY
ME: :o oh noes
[And yes, they are]
ME: And just one more: description of devils
TUM: A wide variety are given to you.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 26, 2006 3:07 am
((These were the rumors Stoltz passed on to Dam Rumors --------- "The whole world's gone mad... Destonian invading Aspina... Guardiana annexing Alterone and Rindo... Runefaust overrun by monsters... Even here on Parmecia, they say Tristan and Bedoe are under harassment by raids!"
"The cult's blossomed like an ugly dandelion of death... and the seeds it spreads only further the devastation."
"The town's almost in a panic! Half the town guard were slain last night, while Cynthia and the other heroes are nowhere to be found! What will we do?"
"They say Queen Anri's gone mad... But I can't believe that! She always sent supplies to help the town even when she learned our intention to settle instead of continue the search."
"Did you hear??? The Cypress Shining Force has been nearly wiped out! What... What IS this cult?"
"Hassan is home to many tinkers and treasure hunters thanks to the ancient Shrine and desert... Not many know this, but the desert sands conceal ruins of the Ancients!"))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri May 26, 2006 3:36 am
Dam sits stone-faced as the three deliver their reports, his gaze shifting from person to person. Once the last bit of information has been submitted, the rogue stood and cleared his throat. "Most of that information, though interesting, I picked up last night. However, some key things have been noted, and this is what I gather."
"First, our targets. I'd heard that Max and company were headed for Guardiana but no one was sure they were still going there; rumors of them heading for Ribble seem to make more sense, if they were looking for more information before they left. I also heard a rumor that three strong men paid a handsome sum to head to Grans Island, and there's a good chance that that could also be Max."
"Next," the orange-haired youth continued, "our opposition. And sad to say, from what I heard tonight, it's not good. Cornugons, Kytons, our Barbazu friends from last night, plus others I can't quite make out; those of you with silver weapons or weapons strong against evil, be ready to put them to use. What worries me more, however, are the oozy creature and the patchwork creature Stoltz mentioned; I have no idea what the first could be, but I've got some ideas of what the second is like from that description. In short, it's a construct made of flesh, but certainly not a flesh golem; from what I gather, it doesn't exhibit any construct traits, and might as well be any other living creature. And, as you heard the tinker describe, it's strong... sounds like it could easily take an army unit and keep going. Now, I don't know how many of those things are running around, but if it's allied with the Chaos Cult - and that's who's going to be giving us hell, by the way - I think it's safe to assume we'll come across it at some point. In fact... it seems they're headed this way, and I wouldn't like to be here when they arrive."
"So... we leave tomorrow. Our choices are Ribble and Grans. Sorel's rumors clearly state that Max was seen, while the Grans rumor only talks about three strong men - for all we know, they could have been allies of Ian's. So we head to Ribble, and we hope that we don't come across anything that shouldn't be in this world in the process. We should be able to get a boat directly there, or at least one that will stop close, so be ready for sea travel. Oh, yeah... sea monsters have been sighted too, so don't expect a smooth ride."
"Boy, that was a mouthful," the rogue siad, sighing. "Alright... any objections or suggestions?"

Posted by: Aldur Fri May 26, 2006 11:12 am
Kria frowned, quirking her head as she realised something. "So we're...leaving the town while an angry horde of monsters go towards it? And it's lost most of it's own guard? Well...alrighty!"

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Fri May 26, 2006 3:58 pm
Morgan stands in the back of the room, leaning on his staff and looking at Dam Dicem while the others deliver him their report. But when it's Ombligo's turn to speak, he frowns slightly when he comes to mention the strange creatures. After Dam finished his comment, the young wizard searches his memory for monsters that could fit to the two descriptions.
((Knowledge [the planes] check
First monster : 1d20 + 14 skill = 19 + 14 = 33
Second monster : 1d20 + 14 = 10 + 14 = 24))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri May 26, 2006 8:08 pm
Morgan cannot think of any specific monster that fits the description. : "The army is too powerful for us to handle. A single Cornugon would give us problems and there are many from what has been told to us... However, perhaps we can inform the town elders and they can organize a temporary evacuation?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat May 27, 2006 1:28 am
"Well, we're certainly not staying here," Dicem said, looking at Kria. "It's not our job to fight the cult - that's what Max is supposed to be found for. If the cross us, we cut them down and keep moving; what you do to them after we split up is your business. But yes... while I'd hope that whoever got the rumor would have had the common sense to tell someone, we can let the town leaders know what's up before we leave to make sure."
"Anything else?" the rogue asked.

Posted by: Tarethen Sat May 27, 2006 2:02 am
(20 regular silvered arrows for me. - 2 gp) Farain sat quietly and listened during the meeting, sometimes looking out the window and other times looking at whoever spoke. When he heard of Ribble, he looked up and focused on what was being said.
They were headed towards Ribble... Please, let the town be okay just for a while longer... My home...
When the centaur heard of the news about the departure, he nodded just a little. It wasn't very noticable, but it was his way of confirming he was ready to leave on the expedition.

Posted by: Cyrus Sat May 27, 2006 3:47 am
Gail sat across from their leader, glaring at the stony spectre as he gave them the order to move out. She tried to be angry with him, tried to feed the fire of indignation at his decision to leave these people practically defenseless...but couldn't. He was right. It wasn't their job, and they wouldn't be able to fight them if it was. They were barely a unit...how could they fight an army? An evacuation eased her fears slightly, but she doubted it would be temporary; the harbor town would mostly be annihilated, or taken over to send troops throughout Southern Parmecia. Then again, these enemies were fiends, not humans...they needed no base to station their armies. She tried not to think about the fact Max was spotted in Ribble, of the attention that bring. There would be time to consider that later; for now, she would only hope they arrived before the enemy. Her face gave way to a soft grimace as she spoke.
: "No objections, sir."

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat May 27, 2006 3:51 am
Before the meeting as Gorrik walked to the meeting place.... Brother, I am curiose, what is your opinion of Dam Dicem? "I think tha' he's got the right idea as far as what's right, and wrong. I jus' think he goes about it the wrong way. That an' he needs te hold off from insulting the others in the group. Why do you ask?"
Simple curiosity. I will admit that your views on Dam match up with my own. If what he is doing now is simply an act to get us to talk to each other and get comfortable with each other, than I think we are in good hands. If this is how he is naturally, then we could have some problems later on.
"Hopfully it's the first one, I could see a lot of inner conflict in the group if it continues."
Indeed, but thankfully the druid seems to be doing a pretty good job at helping others keep their tempers under control.
"It is Definitely fortunate for us to have the likes of Sorel among us."
Yes, and despite the rather diverse arrangement of our group, I'm impressed they have gotten along as well as they have so far. There are a couple I'm going to be watching, but other than that...
"I'm sure it won"t be too bad. After all, we're all here to achieve the same goal."
Let us pray that is enough... The soul in the armor falls silent as Gorrik nears the meeting place.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat May 27, 2006 5:55 am
"Alright," the rogue said, waiting a few more moments but getting no response. "Then, we're done. We leave for Ribble sometime tomorrow; if you still have time, get something silvered so you'll do better against any devils we may run into. You're all dismissed."
=====
The watch of hassan, Sorel, and Lunauga combined see nothing for the night. Nothing, that is, until the druid notes the door to the inn swing opened, then close. He yells to awaken the others, after detecting magic. Upon hearing the call, the cyborg boots his combat protocols and moves to Dicem's room, kicking the door down before waking him up.
"Dam, wake up, Sorel has seen something," Gilliam says.
"Just great... I'll go wake up the others," Dicem said, grabbing his daggers.
Gilliam then whirls around and blasts apart the general area in front of one of the doors as it opens without reason.The gunfire roar wakes everyone up... no problem. And Dam is now even more awake. "No need," the cyborg states.
The door shreds and a bit of devil blood splatters, but nothing else occurs. "Agile bastards..." Gilliam hisses. Eyes narrowing, the rogue grips his weapons more tightly, before opening his mouth.
"THEY'RE INVISIBLE!" Dicem yelled at the top of his lungs. He felt a sharp pain in your side as a wicked glaive shimmered into sight shortly before silence surrounded him, wielded by a barbazu just as ugly as the ones from the night before. The same happens to Gilliam and Mahler.
((10 damage to Dam and wounding, 5 to Gilliam after DR and 6 to Mahler after DR.))
The glaive waves around again and Dam feels a pain in his thigh as another wound is slashed open. He retaliates with two strikes of his own.
((Dam takes 8 damage, plus 2 more from bleeding wound. Dam's Barbazu takes 5 damage.))
"Initiating Full Scale War mode... Target locked on...." Gilliam mutters without realizing it as suddenly a bright blue lance of energy shoots from under his clock to spear his opponent in the chest. The devil lets out a silent roar as a nice hole is burned through him. Gilliam looks at the devil with contempt as the beast swings his glaive at Gilliam, impacting the armor plating with no effect.
((21 damage to Gilliam's Barbazu. No hit on the cyborg.))
Just then, the small monk charged through the door, leveling a flying kick at the devil from behind.
((3 damage from Graigus.))
"About time someone else showed," Dam mouthed.
Meanwhile, wherever he's being attacked, the golem retaliates with two heavy slaps.
((Two hits, 12 and 4 damage after DR.
Welcome to the next battle, people. Enjoy yourselves.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat May 27, 2006 6:55 pm
((There will be no map for this part of the battle.)) Enemy count: Barbazu: 3. Engaged with Dam, Gilliam, and Mahler. Kria is also asleep, and being carried off by an invisible devil. Currently outside the inn.

Posted by: Aldur Sat May 27, 2006 7:01 pm
((...Oh you just wait. I'll get you for that!))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat May 27, 2006 9:49 pm
((Don't have time for anything fancy, so here's the quickie: Graigus and Dam are flanking the same devil. Dam rolls a 19 and a 10, which is a crit threat and a near miss (18 total). The +2 from flanking brings that up to a crit threat and a hit for sneak damage, and an 11 on the confirm makes that a crit and a hit for sneak damage.
Total damage: 7d6 (deja vu, anyone?), which comes up to 26 after the rolls.
8 damage from last round plus 26 from Dam this round makes it 34.
Then Graigus steps up to the plate; two hits with a 16 and a 14, even on Flurry of Blows. 1d10 + 3 damage each hit, 13 and 8 damage after rolls. 8 and 3 after devil DR, but...
34 + 8 + 3 = 45. We've got a dead demon on our hands.
I'll take care of Mahler's action later if I have to.))

Posted by: Critical Mass Sat May 27, 2006 10:52 pm
The sound of the chaingun fills the inn and Nail bolts upright, recognizing the sounds of battle and correctly guessing what is going on. He hesitates only long enough to determine the direction of the sounds before tearing off towards the devils, thankful that he had decided to sleep in his armor this time.. night attacks were looking be a continuing event. The birdman turns the corner into the ruined room and lets out a high-pitched shriek of rage as his feet leave the ground, his wings beating furiously as he punches a claw through the nearest devil, a fountain of blood spraying back into him.
((Rage, attack the devil nearest the door, 16 + a whole bunch hits, and three under max damage rolled for 25 after DR.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat May 27, 2006 10:58 pm
((I'll think of an action))

Posted by: Rusty Sat May 27, 2006 11:42 pm
*Ombligo, having woken up most of the force - and hearing the loud blasts from Gilliam, hurries towards the battle, zapping out a powerful Lightning Bolt against his enemy.* ((Float towards the devils near Dicem and hit as many as I can with a LB.
Caster level check: 14 + 6 = 20. Passed.
Damage: 1 + 5 + 3 + 4 + 6 + 6 = 25.
REF save DC 20 for half damage.))

Posted by: Alpha Sun May 28, 2006 12:07 am
Memories of the previous night kept Tanis from sleeping very much, however well he'd appeared to recover from the ordeal. Those same memories also had prevented him from taking off his chain shirt. It made him feel vulnerable to do so. Upon being 'awakened' from his half sleep, Tanis rushes to the door to his room, and proceeds out.
((Cast magic missile at the closest Barbazu.
Overcome SR: 14+5 = 19...passed
Missile 1: 1d4+1+4(edge) = 6
Missile 2: 1d4+1 = 4
Missile 3: 1d4+1 = 3
Total damage: 13))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Sun May 28, 2006 12:55 am
Morgan rushes out of his room at the first signs of battle. He wasn't asleep this time and prepared for such an eventuality. He dashes downstairs and quickly spots the devils. He starts muttering an incantation, while taking a small nail from his pouch, holding it firmly in his hand.
((casts Mass Curse of Impending Blades on the 3 Barbazus.
SR checks :
Barbazu 1 : 1d20 + 6 = 6 + 6 = 12 phail
Barbazu 2 : 1d20 + 6 = 4 + 6 = 10 phail again
Barbazu 3 : 1d20 + 6 = 4 + 6 = 10 phail once and for all!
Result : total phailure -_-))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun May 28, 2006 1:15 am
Gorrik wakes up to a gunshot, quickly followed by Ombligo making sure he's awake. The dwarf then gets his gear as swiftly as he can, and heads off to make some devils turn to dust. ((Attack D20 + 6(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Enchantment) + 3(Smite) - 6(PA) = 18 + 8 = 26
Damage
D10 + 4(STR) + 1(Enchantment) + 5(Smite) + 6(PA) = 2 + 16 = 18
Remember, Gorrik's axe is considered good aligned))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 28, 2006 2:32 am
((Some of you may have your actions delayed, because it takes time for you to put on armor / grab weapons / whatever else. Unarmed, unarmored fighters (if there are any besides Graigus) are probably the only ones who are guaranteed actions now.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun May 28, 2006 3:34 am
How long have I been asleep? A few minutes... An hour? Two? Coventry stirred slightly in his hammock, moving to better view the moon through the window. Judging from today's events, this is going to be an interesting job. The faces of the various members of the expedition flash through Coventry's mind.
Very interesting... A interesting group to search out a great hero. Not that great heroes were anything new. Just as human as everyone else...just as prone to error.
The face of a middle aged man with unruly dark brown hair and dark blue eyes flashes in his mind. His eyes narrow slightly.
Just as human.
He sighs and turns his eyes to the moon. He follows the lines and craters distantly.
It looks so smooth... I wonder what it's like up close.
Soft? No...more likely rough and unfinished.
Unfinished...like the golem. Mahler...
I hate seeing beings like him. If there are sins, abusing sentiency like that should be one. Every being should be free to choose their own path not created to carry out another's. I wonder how long it has been since he was parted from his creator.
...but he isn't hopeless. Yes, his programming is clearly breaking down. He must be old. I just hope it holds together long enough for him to completely develop his own personality.
Coventry frowns.
...if it does break down before that and he goes beserk...
He sighs.
I'll have to deal with that when the time comes. Continue challenging him, find more of the gray areas. I already know some of them...
I'm certain it was part of his programming at first but he has immense loyalty. Loyalty to the point of neglect his code of ethics...and he has friends. Friends to be loyal to.
A slight smile crosses Coventry's lips.
Very good. I'll use Ombligo and Sorel to stop him if he goes berserk. But, I'd rather find a means of prevention. I need to probe some more, find out just how skewed his threat recognition is. As amusing as it was... If he believes me a threat of violence when Sorel struck the first and only physical blow...what's going to happen in battle. I suppose I could give Dicem friendly advice to take it easy until I've tested him more...but... No, I'll take care of this.
I don't know enough about Dicem to trust him with anything. Not yet.
I wonder if the jelly blob is programmed as well. He didn't seem to be... No, he acted more like a child than an automaton...
Coventry frowns slightly.
...but just because he has the mentality of a kid doesn't mean he should be treated like one. No...he's like Kate...or me... He has to be...deserves to be...treated differently. His power is too great, not that he isn't a child but he isn't a normal one.
He is rather naive... Innocent.
Coventry smiles.
I'll have to befriend him, I don't think I get much more out of him through irritation. He was difficult to provoke...almost as difficult as Gail.
Yes... Gail... An enigma. She can't be human. I'm almost certain she was lying. But why? What could cause a honor bound knight to lie...
Coventry chuckles as a vision of a black haired woman in samurai armor flashes through his mind.
Ah, Necia... My greatest work... I suppose I can think of a few things...
He sighs.
...but...no... I doubt Gail is anything like that.
No... Although, despite lying she is one of the most genuine holy knights I've encountered. At her age too. Strange...
After such a display that she would forget who he was. Regardless...she did very well when provoke. Remained in control at all times. She is also quite the fighter, judging from the battle. Held her own rather nicely. I'll have to probe into her religious convictions. As well as her lineage...that might take more tact. Definitely one to count on in battle though, reliable despite all his chiding...
Coventry frowns slightly.
Beautiful and young...not to mention a young woman in the midst of men. She needs guarding. Strong emotions surround the battlefield...emotions that can be mistaken for other emotions... I'll have to keep her from slipping, if only because she fears another one of my obnoxious lectures... No. I shouldn't try to control her.
I should... I should just state my concerns in a respectful manner...but I'm too weak... How can I risk her destroying a life... This methods works.
A glimmer of sorrow appears in his eyes.
...I should just... No... I can't. I can't trust any of them. Not yet. Not... No, I have to keep the facade up. If they learn how to tell...
Coventry rolls to his other side, facing away from the window.
But I'm trusting some of them... I'm revealing too much. Showing favoritism, being a hypocrite like living beings. Although, not to the same extent as many...
...I have too much of a prejudice in favor of engineers...or anyone dealing with technology. I should have pressured Stoltz more. Found out what makes him tick. How he handles his anger... No. I went easy on him. Told myself I was just doing it to single Gail out more. Play the part of the hypocrite. Make her mad.
But no... It was because he's a worker of technology. Forging his own path independent of religion and arcane orders.
Coventry shifts uncomfortably.
...and the robot. I've revealed far too much of my character to him. I should have taunted him.
...but again... He's a work of technology. An expression of pure ingenuity combined with the powers of nature. A being created free of meddling from mystical powers of any sort.
How could I not respect that... Such a sign of progress and freedom.
...perhaps such trust need not be earned. Will they ever prove themselves trustworthy? Maybe my standards...driven by fear...are simply too high. But they have served me well till now.
This prejudice in favor of the technological could be in my favor.
I should return home. No, that's not my home anymore... But... I long to marvel at the machinery once more.
Coventry sighs.
Gilliam spoke privately to me about Lavis. He came to me with his concerns instead of deflating my little charade.
Interesting... Perhaps I can trust him...as much as anyone...
I've already told him too much, what's the harm of revealing more...
Coventry rolls back to facing the window.
Yes. I've already lowered my guard around him.
He was thankful for my restoring his cloak. Gratitude. Always a good sign, amazing how many miss that little test. I've also kept his secret and in turn he's showing me equal measure...even if he dislikes it. Perhaps he is trustworthy.
Is it the golden rule now?
Yes, give what you expect and expect what you give... So few actually follow it. I'm certain no one believes that I do.
Coventry smirks.
But, oh, I do... If only Dicem had proven more cautious. If only he had tested me. If the old man and his boulder friend had been paying attention, they would have noted that I passed the test. Well...my tests... Neither of them were testing anything.
He sighs heavily.
Ah well... No one ever tests as I do, its not as important to them to know their companions...
Staring out the window, his eyes being to follow one of the clouds drifting over the face of the moon.
What makes them... Is it magic or just nature. Sentinels...or Marauders? Stealing away the sun or protecting us from its flames... Everything can be taken in an infinity of different ways...
Like the cat... I still have yet to understand her. She doesn't react at all like any woman, catfolk, or cursed soul that I've encountered. Perhaps its the combination of all three. ...or maybe its just her personility...but what is her personality? Shallow? Not as much as she appeared to be...but so much more than one thought. A paradox. Passionate or calculating...
He smiles.
Well, despite her self praise she could sing. Now if she could fight that well... Her blast of darkness was hardly a power that would turn the tide of battle. Her unarmed melee skills were mediocre at best.
He frowns.
Then again...perhaps there was more to her dark powers. Something that she had yet to reveal. That would explain her threat of destruction. Does she really have the willpower to control a great evil as she claimed to? Judging from her response to his taunting, it seems ridiculous...but perhaps that was because so much of her willpower was already engaged. Then again, she had restrained herself from truly harming me and seemed to have forgiven me rather easily...
I suppose only time will tell...
Coventry yawns lightly.
I wonder what the hour is... How close is it to the the time when the attack took place?
I should really have checked on Tanis again. I can only imagine the effects of death on one's psyche.
He seems a pleasant enough fellow. Though I'm rather disappointed in his intellectual interests. I suppose that has a great deal to do with his focus as a warmage rather than a normal mage. Despite that, he's a rather good edition to the expedition's dynamic. Keeps his calm. Something I can't see many others in the group doing easily.
Things are shaping up nicely. I've had decent interaction will almost anyone...with minimal time wasted on small talk as well. Yes... I've hit all the principal pla...
He frowns.
No... I've somehow missed out on the cleric. I'm almost convinced that he's either stupid or ignoring me... Perhaps biding his time.
He's done nothing about my challenges as well. I call his Goddess a slut and nothing. No protest at all... Strange...very strange... Then the whole third breast comment... I rather expected a result from that.
Coventry pauses, staring out the window for a long moment.
I wonder just where exactly would one have a third breast?
Coventry frowns thoughtfully.
The middle seems the obvious choice but then size of the natural two would be limited... Below... No...that would be odd...although that would work for four...
He sighs.
Looking at it, two just makes sense... Any more than that seems...almost unpleasant.
He chuckles lightly.
Just like healers... Any more than two is unpleasant.
No... I suspect no one else in the expedition feels that way. If our enemies are infernal in nature... I wonder... I'll need to channel something to deal with poisons...
His eyes grow distant, their focus fading as his consciousness reaches into his soul. Then, his soul reaches out into the spiritual energy of the entire planet. Power flows throughout, most of it is yet beyond his ability to manifest. He allows himself to flow through this stream of essence, distantly aware of its possible use. Reaching out...
Sometime later, Coventry slowly drifts back into consciousness, aware that the moon had shifted position.
How long this time... I was thinking about something...what was it...
He frowns.
What was it... Facing fiends... Ah yes.
...that girl. Kayla, if Kria was telling the truth she has fiendish blood in her veins.
Poor girl. Bastard child of a demon. No wonder she's withdrawn, what a horrid birthright.
He shifts slightly in the hammock, causing it to rock back and forth gently for a moment.
I'll have to keep an eye on her. Force her to interact with some of the others, perhaps forge some friendships. ...she seems nice enough, thanked me for the apple in her own manner. Gratitude, sign of character despite her heritage.
...but the cat's plot... Her and Dicem? No...not yet. I need to understand Dicem more. I can joke about it, use it as a means of approaching her, but nothing serious yet.
Coventry sighs.
...so much to watch out for. I love a challenge.
He smiles.
I'll have to find a way to get Dicem into a brothel... Yes. That'll be both amusing and enlightening...though this party fund could be troublesome. He expects us to contribute our payment to a single account which he lords over. Ridiculous. The money belongs to us. Still, people are always willing to sacrifice their freedom and property to anything that claims to be an authority. Perhaps this situation will teach them better but somehow I doubt it.
Coventry closes his eyes for a moment then chuckles.
Yes... That's right. I have an inherent contempt for authority. I'll have to keep an eye on that old man. In a single day he's gotten himself into the position of second in command.
He smirks.
Although, in a day I've also broken him... I'm rather disappointed it took a day, although perhaps I should be pleased that it came out so easily. Now I've got a good look at his character.
He has no gold and next to no equipment. Shows very little regard for possessions of any sort...his or others. He also is far less responsible than he would have others believe.
Coventry grins mirthfully.
I do believe that I'm more responsible than he... Now that's a surprise. Delightful. Appearances are quite deceiving.
It's fortunate that he didn't destroy any of Stoltz equipment. If he had... Well, things would have escalated in a bad way.
I expected the paladins to be the self righteous ones not the wilderness lover...I suppose I expected him to more like her...
A image of a half-elf wearing leather armor and armed with a bow flashes through his mind.
...how disappointing. He has more in common with Súrion. Well, I suppose I could handle him like Súrion...but that was a bore by the end. No. I'll think up something else... Let me see...what...else...
He seems to have no sense of gratitude what so ever. If it were just over material possessions I might understand but he made no gesture of thanks when I healed his wounds last battle and I didn't see him thank Gail in any manner as well.
He certainly made no mention of thanks for the apple I gave him. Well, it served its purpose. Glad it didn't take a gold piece. Then with the ale... Where a normal person would state that they didn't drink, he let me waste good money.
Coventry's eyes narrow.
Just like Thomas, they're all the same. Self righteous pricks. Well, I can't hate them for being humans...but I can for assuming that they are somehow superior to the rest of us.
He seems to think that the fact that he's old and carries no possessions that he should be respected... An authority even. Yes. An authority. He just assumed that he had authority over me.
Well... I swore on that day that I wouldn't let another have power over me like that again. This old man is in for a surprise. A pity... It would work rather well. Support Dicem now in the beginning and come to be respected by the group. Then, once Dicem makes a inexcusable mistake, Sorel would be the obvious choice of commander. I see I wasn't the only one who took note of Derrik's permission to change leadership.
Coventry smiles.
Yes... It would have worked marvelously...
It will be difficult to prevent, Mahler and Ombligo are already firmly on his side. I already know that the golem will defend him at all costs. I suspect the jelly blob will do the same. But I love a challenge... Yet, I hope that Dicem proves worthy of his position. It would make things much easier. People always love to complain but if Dicem is at least a decent tactician, it will be difficult for anyone to change leadership.
He frowns.
I just wish that the cleric would make his move. I don't understand him... Perhaps I need to take a more forceful introduction than merely insulting his deity. I was going to pick up some paint to color the golem but...now that seems inadvisable. Mahler's too unstable...but if I...
There is a loud scream from downstairs. A warning cry from Sorel of the oncoming attack. Coventry stirs slightly, frowning.
Why do people scream? There should be more effective means of attracting attention...or expressing emotion. I mean a...
Coventry blinks.
...a scream?
The Doctor twirls into a sitting position in the hammock, suddenly glad that he had left his mithral chain skirt on while sleeping. Those who relied on full plate did not have such a luxury. Sliding from the hammock, he snatches his equipment and shield, starting towards the stairs.
Mahler thought a stray dog was a demon? The fiends made a second attack? Kria had a midnight hairball?
A roar like hundreds of small explosions from below as Gilliam opens fire. Coventry frowns deeply and strides forward, pulling powdered silver from a pouch and tossing it in a circle around him.
[Magical Circle Against Evil]
Guess that answers that question...
The Doctor descends the stairs, his shield held ready... ...shield held at the ready, almost menacingly he rushed down the stairs. An aggressive bastard, his face filled with vicious rage... Thus the Doctor enters the battle chuckling.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 28, 2006 6:29 am
((After a review of the rules and the game, I have come to the conclusion Magebane is a tad... Oh, who am I kidding? It's far too powerful. It affects far too much for too little of a cost. I'm shearing it down. Magebane now affects arcane casters only. No effect for those with SLAs.))
Dam and the monk slice apart the devil attacking them as Ombligo and Tanis make quick work of Mahler's foe, the clumsy devil slipping in his attempt to escape the bolt of lightning. Unfortunately, the bolt continues on and strikes a bottle of ale lying by the stairs, igniting it and setting fire to a portion of the inn.
Gorrik charges out and beheads the devil Nail was fighting, finishing the work the birdwarrior began in classic axe-wielder fashion.
Gilliam takes a step back as the devil swipes at him, and opens fire with his chaingun, a short second burst that doesn't do much.
"Blast it..." Gilliam mutters. "I need silver..."
Another burst from Gilliam along with some swift bladework from Dam ends the threat of the final devil, even as Ombligo wastes a spell.
There is still the matter of the now spreading fire, of course.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 28, 2006 6:39 am
"Everyone out! Grab your things!" Dicem said, grabbing his haversack before running out of the room. Graigus goes back for his quarterstaff and what little money he has left, grabbing two bottles of ale once he reached the bottomost floor.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 28, 2006 6:56 am
((Spot 23)) Lunauga's eyes narrowed as he saw the form of Kria bounding off in the arms of an invisible assailant. The owl whirled back around, looking for Sorel, who was nowhere to be seen. What was on the roof, was the form of a rather large bat with its wings unfurled, making almost inaudible sounds as its brilliant green eyes swept the rooftops of Hassan. The bat sensed the owl's dismay and warning and followed Lunauga's trajectory back to see Kria's abduction, and her abductor. Winging soundlessly off the roof, it made another series of soft sounds while beating its wings fiercely, disturbing the dust in the air. No crackling sound was heard as the devil's flesh dried up and it weakened, unable to whisk the warlock away with its former vigor.
((Sorel wildshaped into a Hunting Bat last round. Round before that Sorel summoned 3 Small Earth Elementals who are guarding the door to the inn. This round, he flies out 20' and down 20', casting Dessication on the barbazu he picks up by blindsight.
5 + 4 + 4 = 13 dessication damage, save for half. Save was failed, so the devil is, among other, less important effects, fatigued, meaning a -2 to STR and DEX, and an inability to run or charge.))

Posted by: Cyrus Sun May 28, 2006 8:25 am
[Before the battle subsequintly ended...] She could hear the wind, a soft whisper in her ears as she stared into his eyes. Stern and unforgiving, they bore through her, expecting nothing but perfection...and feeling only regret and disappointment when they found flaws. Unable to tear herself away from the golden orbs, Gail wondered how she had wronged him, why they were back here, why he had returned after all this time to what...stare at her? Her eyes began to water as he continued his search, he not needing to blink and she unable to do so. The cracked flagstones underneath her dug into her shin, and the broken pew twisted her spine. She wished she could get up, but her legs refused to. What is it you want from me, She said as he towered over her. Why are you here? Why don't you speak to me? Please, just speak to me! With that, he was gone, a flutter of wings and a shower of feathers the only remnents of his coming. She looked after him, unable to find him in the endless cerulean skies, the sun lording over her and stinging her dry eyes from his throne. She was alone again. Righting herself, she brought her arms about her as she looked over the church, a naked empty place of worn stone and broken wood. She curled up against a remaining wall, wondering if she'd ever be free of this place.
"Everyone out! Grab your things!"
Gail stirred, shaking her head as the sounds of footsteps and yelling rushed to her ears. Had we been surprised again? Regardless, she threw off the sheets, pulling her haversack from the small table next to her as she stuffed her sword and shield into it. She then slung it over her shoulder as she lifted her armor onto the other, obediantly trekking down the stairs.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 28, 2006 8:42 am
At this point, the other inn patrons are peeking their heads out. The inn keeper looks around with shock. "What's going on???" he cries. "Demons are attacking, the building's on fire and I'm going to guess you don't have weapons," Dam said, sighning. "Bah... point me to the women and kids." Turning to the nearest member of his group, he added "Have someone set up a way to keep us protected, if only until the invisibility wears off."
"Er... There aren't any kids in here, this be a tavern..." the innkeeper says. "An' most of the women are... ah... Well, that doesn't matter, I suppose. I'll get everyone to th' cellar after..." The innkeeper then notices the fire. "WHY ARE WE STANDING AROUND? FIRE!!! FIRE!!!!"
"SHUT UP, IDIOT!" Dicem yelled, pointing a dagger in his direction threateningly. "Stay calm or everyone's dead! Is the cellar fire-proof?"
"Wha... Don't you DARE point a weapon at me in my own establishment!" the innkeeper roars, as he dashes for the bar.
"Listen, buddy... I'm not going to argue with you. Get everyone out and hide out, else you might as well finish yourself off to make it quick. Between the fire and the devils, you don't want to be here." Dam warns.
Moments later, he draws two large barrels from the back, and with red face, lugs it over to the fire. The innkeeper proves to be surprisingly strong and with a keen eye, pours the water exactly where it needs to be to put out the fire, and does so, extinguishing the entire blaze.
"Lock yourselves in the cellar and don't come out until you hear my voice," Dam said, heading out the door. As Graigus moved out, he grabbed two bottles of wine and said "I'll pay for this when we get back."
"Don't tell me what to do in my place," the innkeeper grumbles as he begins to gather the patrons.

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun May 28, 2006 9:37 am

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Sun May 28, 2006 2:32 am)
((Some of you may have your actions delayed, because it takes time for you to put on armor / grab weapons / whatever else. Unarmed, unarmored fighters (if there are any besides Graigus) are probably the only ones who are guaranteed actions now.))

((The gunfire was last turn, and Nail uses no weapons and sleeps in his armor (and has the fastest land speed in the Force). If Graigus acts, he acts.))
((TUM, if you're suddenly changing a piece of my character's equipment mid-battle without warning, do I get the option of redistributing the gold to something else?))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun May 28, 2006 11:39 am
Coventry chuckles as Dicem argues with the innkeeper, "Well, no one can claim that you don't treat everyone equally..." He looks at the wounds on Dicem intently for a moment, then while still in an area with sound weaves his hands through the air and speaks words of magic. He then moves forward and touches the leader lightly on the shoulder.
[Heal Check: 14 + 12 = 26]
[Cure Moderate Wounds: 8 + 8 + 7 = 23]
The vicious wounds close despite their infernal nature.
((Next round action and don't forget the MCAE bonus for those near me.))
The immediate danger resolved, Coventry now moves back a few steps to a spot where he can hear then casts a spell to bolster the hearts of his allies and increase their prowess.
[Elation: All Allies within 80 ft including innkeeper : +2 STR, +2 DEX, +5 Movement]
((I'm off for a couple of days, not certain if I'll be online at all or not. Hence my double action. Good fortune all.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 28, 2006 3:15 pm
((That depends on what you're going to change.)) Gilliam moves out of the inn as Dicem orders. "Wait..." Gilliam notes. "Where is the catwoman?"

Posted by: Aldur Sun May 28, 2006 5:22 pm
Meanwhile in a seluced glade not far away Kria was instructing the Strife Lords in how to effectively take over the universe through bangle manufacture. ... Also...Nail can move faster than Kria? She moves at 50ft. O_o

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun May 28, 2006 6:22 pm
Kayla wakes up to the sound of gunfire downstairs. She sits up and rubs her eyes, throwing off the sheets and gets out of the bed. The rogue puts her boots on first, and then grabs her belt, where her blades are sheathed, off of the nightstand. It is then she hears hurried footsteps and Dam Dicem shouting.
"Everyone out! Grab your things!"
Kayla picks up her backpack where all of her gear is stored and puts it on. She then slings her armor over her shoulder and runs downstairs.
"What in the hell is going on?" she murmurs.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun May 28, 2006 9:20 pm
((Summary - Full move. Jump 23, Balance 23, Tumble 33. Langston heads out the door with Dam if at all possible, which it should be. If the Barbazu have a smell, he should be able to detect them within 30 feet without discerning their actual location, in which case he warns Dam. Uncanny Dodge against being flatfooted and attacks by invisible foes ftw.))
At the first sounds of struggle, the rat climbs to his feet and almost instinctively takes everything he needs to be on the move. Maybe it was the talk the night before that things were 'moving their way,' but it never hurt to be prepared. He rushed outside of his room in a mad dash for the stairs. Springing, the rat gracefully threw his body down the stairs as quickly as possible ((the tumble check is there in case you think I need it)) before making a dash to Dam as they headed outside the door.
His whiskers twitched as he smelled the air about him. It took no more than an instant for his ears to perk and his fur to stand on end. "Smells like the bearded lady out here, if the bearded lady were a bunch of those things from the other night, Dam," he spoke softly, looking abount anxiously.

Posted by: Tarethen Sun May 28, 2006 11:03 pm
Having been jarred awake for the second time in a few nights, Farain stubbled up and grabbed his things at the sound of Dam's voice, amongst other things, of course. Damn, something else? He opened the door and looked out, wondering what caused such an uproar. He stepped out of his room, adjusting his belongs that he carried on him.

Posted by: Aldur Sun May 28, 2006 11:16 pm
Kria awakens in her nightgown and screams, but no sound comes out and she struggles in vain in the demon's grasps. She looks around wildly, spotting no allies near and continues her weak struggles.

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Mon May 29, 2006 12:17 am
Stoltz, one to often keep late hours, was for once not working on furthering progress on his steamsuit project. The schematics were once again in his dried backpack, which sat at the foot of his bed. The tinker, instead, was lying in his bed, mind adrift a sea of thoughts as it often was. His expression was one of great trouble and concern as he stared unfocused at the cieling.
Rindo was...annexed? By Guardiana? But...why? Rindo isn't that big a town...it hardly even has a militia to defend itself. The mayor relies heavily on the mages of Manarina for that purpose, as well as the occasional warriors brought in by ships at port...
The port...that would be the most likely reason. It's the closest city to Guardiana with craft for traversing the ocean, and one of two such cities on the entire western half of Rune. The other being Uranbatol, and Rindo is obviously an easier conquest...
Conquest...how would they have taken the town? Would the people have put up a fight? Would the Guardiana soldiers have slain any of them if they gave in without struggle? What would be the point in that? From what I've heard of the Queen, she doesn't sound the type for unnecessary bloodshed. Surely she'd let them live if they went along peacefully. But those rumors of her being driven mad...if those are true, would such assumptions still hold?
Ma...she would've cooperated if the lives of others depended on it. But Pa...would he have tried to fight them? Surely not...he's brave and loathe to being controlled, but he too wouldn't risk the townpeoples' safety if it could be avoided. I wish I could be sure...but it's all happening so far away. And there's too much to be done here. All I can do for now is hope for the best. If something were to happen to them...
The familiar roar of gunfire puts an abrupt end to this train of thought, causing Stoltz to bolt upright and listen intently. What was going on? Were they being attacked? Again?? These devils sure are persistent...and seemingly lacking in tactical variation. After all, they tried an assault by night not even a full twenty four hours ago, and that wave had been utterly wiped out. Now they're at it again? How...unoriginal...
"Everyone out! Grab your things!"
Again his thoughts are interrupted, this time by shouting. Shrugging off anymore mental distractions, he slings his backpack over his shoulders, grabs his rifle from it's position propped against the wall by the head of his bed, and rushes out the door and down the stairs to investigate the source of all the commotion.

Posted by: Cyrus Mon May 29, 2006 12:24 am
Gail, seeing that time was of the essense, laid the armor next to a nearby wall and retrieved her sword and shield from the haversack. She then ran after the group, tossing the haversack with the heaped armor as she rushed out the door. Looks like I have to wear lighter armor...or learn to sleep in my own. That's going to be a blast to attempt. Once outside, she channels divine energy into her allies, strengthing them for what fiends might still be roaming the streets.
[Draw sword and shield, cast Bless on the largerst group of allies. If that's too much for one round, she'll just grab her weapons and move outside.]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 29, 2006 1:15 am
The bat swoops forward, overtaking the Barbazu and sinking its fangs into its ankle. The foul taste of acrid rotten meat fills its mouth, but no blood is drawn. The bat jerks its head back, and the devil is unable to keep its balance, falling to the ground.
((Attack Barbazu for not enough damage to penetrate DR. Free Trip attack succeeds, though, so the Barb's prone on the ground and Kria should be able to escape))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon May 29, 2006 1:33 am
"Wait... damnit, I'll check her room; Langston, see if your nose can pick out the catfolk's scent out there" Dicem said, going back. Finding her armor and items sitting in the room with the bullet-riddled door, he groaned and grabbed her things. "SOMEONE FIND HER!" he bellowed, moving back down the stairs.

Posted by: Aldur Mon May 29, 2006 1:41 am
Kria smirked, rolling away from the demon, and running full speed back towards the inn, undergoing some rather odd ideas. Her nightgown billowing as she ran, the catgirl muttered some choice curses as she ran along, eventually coming to the inn.
"Demons. Abducted me. Sorel, held it off, tripped it in bat form." She took a deep breath as she leant against the side of the building.

Posted by: Rusty Mon May 29, 2006 3:24 am
*Ombligo looks up at the sky, seeing the familiar storm clouds he once saw before. Despite the terrible occurrences, he feels somewhat calm as he gazes at the clouds.* : "Those look just like when I met Sorel back in Ribble...Oh...That's right! Ribble...Sorel can't go back there..."
*Memories flash back to Ombligo - the first, more hazy portion only a tale he's heard from Sorel, but the fresher part he himself had witnessed.*
((This was done by Vox and myself, not one or the other.))
---
Some three months previous, Sorel's wandering had brought him to a small hamlet called Ribble. Near the center of the village were clusters of children, some playing happily in a vast sand pit, others sitting alone, with wide, glassy eyes taking in the happiness around them. He knew that face. Ribble had an orphanage, a rare and saddening sight in a settlement so small.
He saw it was a modest building, flanked by huge dead oak trees, whose branches stretched naked into the sky. Sorel's pouch jangled as he walked -- it was full of gold coins taken as payment from a merchant caravan that had been beseiged by a wolf pack. Its weight felt obscene, and until he had spotted the orphanage he'd had no idea how he would put it to use.
A short walk and three knocks brought him face-to-face with the childrens' caretaker. Sorel reflexively extended the sack, not speaking. The caretaker was similarly speechless as he took the coin. Sorel raised his hands, and the message was clear. He wanted nothing in return. The old druid pivoted on his staff and walked west out of town, to meditate before the setting sun.
Sorel awoke before dawn, and turned east to face the rising sun. He sat in trance for hours, his meditation shattered by a horrific sound -- a child's almost silent, helpless whimper. Instantly Sorel sprang to his feet and strode toward the sound, into town.
As he got closer, more sounds surfaced. The whistle a lash makes as it cuts through air, and the crack it makes as it cuts through fleah. Wordless, angry adult grunts. All else was a tense silence. No one was coming for this child. No one else could hear.
They were behind the orphanage, away from the eyes of the town. The 'caretaker' stood at the foot of one of the dead oaks. As he brought his arm down once more, another snaked out, a staff extended from its hand. The lash curled around it. The child, a girl of no more than nine, cowered in the shadow the lash and staff made in the noontide sun.
The caretaker's face was a seething mass of anger, hate, and contempt. With an animal grunt he pulled back fiercely on the lash, which refused to uncoil from the staff. The staff, unmoving from Sorel's grip, flew aside, taking its owner with it. A meddling old man in green robes lay behind the caretaker, who raised his lash again.
Sorel struggled to his feet, muttering incoherently to himself, hands twitching. The caretaker spit at his feet, a final act of disgrace, before he raised the lash again, the little girl still helpless in the man's shadow.
A shadow that dimmed as dark thunderheads rolled from all points around the horizon.
In moments the air smelled of rain and metal. The caretaker turned, startled, at a clap of thunder in the distance behind him, and saw the old man standing again, his eyes blazing green fire.
A single bolt of lightning arced down from the sky, into the oak. A great limb of the tree came off with a deafening crack, pinning the caretaker down. The rain, thick sheets of it, quashed any fire before it had a chance to feed.
Sorel looked down at the sopping wet and sobbing man. He stares intently for a long moment before taking the girl in his arms, and carrying her inside. As he walks, he mutters softly, the child's welts fading away with each passing second.
The inside of the orphanage is as unremarkable as the outside. He was grateful for that, at least; at least the children weren't living in squalor. He set the girl on a nearby cot (she had fallen asleep in his arms) and went back outside.
Sorel was greeted by a peculiar sight when he stepped back into the rain. A creature he did not recognize was hovering over the downed branch. It resembled nothing so much as a floating, shelled jellyfish. The creature was visibly excited. Several short tentacles at the bottom of it whirled and waved independent of the wind, while two longer appendages that seemed to be the creature's arms probed the jagged end of both the branch and the tree.
For the first time it what seemed like ages, Sorel found words.
"Who are you?"
Ombligo seemed overjoyed to meet this total stranger, waving his tentacles wildly.
"Hi! My name's Ombligo! What's your name?"
Sorel suppressed a smile. "I am Sorel. You seem fascinated by the storm."
Ombligo's body floats up and down as his eyes close - what could only mean a smile.*
"Yes, I love storms! They're just so cool and wild! Some people are afraid of storms, but I think they're great. But...that didn't look like a normal storm."
Sorel's eyes turned upward, to the sky. A moment passes in silence between them, and the clouds thin and break. A single beam of sunlight illuminates Sorel and Ombligo. "It was very much a normal storm. Storms are raw emotion, passion made wind and rain and power. It simply wasn't nature's emotion. It was mine."
"Ah, so you made the storm! That's great! You can make those, huh? I'd love to be able to make storms like that!" Ombligo rubs his shell with one tentacle. "But why did you make it over here?"
Sorel looks down toward the former owner of the orphanage, who was passed out on the ground. Apparently, the sight of Ombligo in addition to all else was too much to bear. "I... lost my patience," Sorel said simply. "I ought not to have, but even after all these years, there are some things that still boil my blood. This man was charged with caring for children, children who have lost everything else they had in the world. I came upon him, lashing a small girl. I couldn't control myself." He bowed his head.
Ombligo's tentacles cover what appears to be his mouth. "That's terrible! Well, I think you did the right thing. Anyone that would do mean things like that should be punished!" Ombligo folds his tentacles, his large purple eyes glaring at the owner. He then looks back to Sorel, with a more calm look on his face. "Hopefully that will set him straight! Stupid bad guy...picking on kids is the lowest of the low!"
Sorel nods, and looks at Ombligo more closely. "You don't... seem to be all that old yourself."
Ombligo rubs the back of his shell with one tentacle, chuckling in the way only a Magic Creature could. "Yeah...I'm only four years old, but I've been told that I'm only three months old in human years..."
Sorel's eyes flashed. "You're full to bursting with magical energy, and still an infant. Where is your family? Surely you have someone to watch over you."
Ombligo merely floats up and down now, speaking as he waves about his tentacles, much like a person does with his hands and arms. "I don't really have a family. I do have two friends, though! They're a ways back since I rushed over here. They told me that my owner died before I hatched, so...I kind of just go around and explore places with them. We stop bad guys like you do, too!"
At last Sorel allowed himself a smile, and he welcomed it. "I don't usually make it a habit to stop bad guys. I prefer helping good people. The end result is the same, but the deed is good, too. My definition of bad is a bit broader than most, so people don't like it much when I work the way you do." He stopped for a moment, studying Ombligo again. "I have been looking... for company. For a long time. Longer than I realized. I don't expect I'll be welcome here anymore. Do you think your group could take another?"
Ombligo's body bends forward as he floats down for a moment, which could only mean a nod.
"Okay! Follow me, I'll take you to them!"
Sorel smiled again as he followed Ombligo onward.
---
: "You better stay out of trouble, Sorel! I won't let the same thing happen twice!"
*Ombligo declares, floating towards the battle with the others.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 29, 2006 4:27 am
The group hurries towards the sounds of battle, where they come across a group of devils at the town square, soaked in a heavy rain. Discarded torches lie at their feet, as do a few slain guardsmen. An attractive looking female, devilish, as indicated by her horns and bat wings, smiles as the group approaches.
"So you're the ones that killed my strike force, eh? Looks like you won't let us burn this place either, with all this rain. I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to simply lay your arms down and surrender?" she asks in a purring voice.
Kria smirked. "No way in hell, foul slut of evil."
"I don't think you could handle me when I lay down, much less now," Dam said, grinning. "You have a name to go with that face?"
"She is a fiend," Gail comments, scowling at the temptress. "She has no name worth knowing."
"Oh, do I look like a succubi to you?" the devil says.
"No, you're an erinyes, succubi are demons," Gilliam states.
geddis the hero: "Nah, just a slut. So what's your name? Slutty phallic lover?" Kria cackled and stuck out her tongue at the erinyes.
"Oh, clever!" the devil says rolling her eyes. "I can see that you're simply a paragon of wit! I do hope your blade is a bit sharper than your insults, else this might be a short battle."
"It doesn't matter what you are. You are evil given form, and you will die here all the same."
"That so? Well then, let's cut the wordplay then." Kria smirked, dark energy rising around her left arm.
"My name is Aelisnyx, and yes, I am an erinyes. We're made for war, not the bedroom, unlike our spineless cousins, the succubi," the devil woman sneers. Aelisnyx smiles as she sees Kria's dark power gathering. "Ah... Nothing like reclaiming an ancient debt."
"Pity, I suppose," Dam said. "You have a boss, Aelisnyx, or are you a freelance trash-talker?"
Gilliam suddenly bursts forward, running for the assembled devils.
"And I'm Kria Krystalpaw." She frowns. "What? What do you know?" She studied the erinyes for a moment, and tutted at Gilliam.
"I serve the Devil Army, an..."
"And there he goes," Dam said, shaking his head.
Gail rushes after Gilliam, knowing that a lone warrior is soon a dead one.
"Targetting online. Magnum blast, systems operational. Entering minimum target range. All allies stand back to a distance of five feet..." Gilliam says in monotone, his voice oddly different.
"Stay put, both of you!" Dam yelled. "We take them at my word, not yours!"
Kria tilted her head, one eye still on the demon woman. "Um, Dam...Gilliam's a lil trigger happy and Gail is...well Gail is a Paladin."
Ombligo: "But she's a devil! She sent a pack of those other devils to kill us!"
"Oh... sucks to be you guys," Dam muttered under his breath, noting the words Gilliam announced earlier.
Farain stood there, watching Gail both worried and scared. Gail... Don't go and get yourself hurt after what you've been through.
Gail halts, throwing a look back at Dam before heeding The fighter's words and backing away from Gilliam.
Then, to the rest, he said "Do you charge a bear because it ate your lunch? No, you wait till he sleeps and get him then."
Six short fin-like metal protrusions emerge from Gilliam's back, blue light arcing around them.
"Wha?" Kria blinked, most of her attention on the erinyes. She knows things...Devil army...?
Ombligo: "Well, either way, I don't think the big guy's listening."
Two metal plates in the front of Gilliam's chest slide open, revealing a large, polished lens. The "fins" suddenly move up and lock into position as the lens begins to shine.
"What? It can't..." Aelisnyx mutters.
One of teh devils runs up and slashes at him. The glaive bounces off Gilliam's armor plating.
"Fire!" Gilliam says with malice as the lens erupts into blue-white fire. The devils in front of Gilliam, eight spread out among a line 20' by 60', are caught in the blast and let out a chorus of howls. The fins emits a giant blast of steam a wave of heat emanates from Gilliam's position. Then the fins fold back into place.
"Yeah... that's why I didn't stop him," Dam said, wincing. "Now we unleash hell."
Their flesh is seared away partially in the blinding light, but the devils still stand, albeit weakly.

Posted by: Aldur Mon May 29, 2006 4:35 am
Kria moves around to the right, interested still in what the devil knew. She fires off the energy she gathered hissing defiantly at the devils. ((Move to the square to the left of Sorel. Ranged touch: 22. 17 damage to the Soulsower thing four right and one up from Gilliam.))

Posted by: Tarethen Mon May 29, 2006 4:50 am
Farain grabbed his bow and a silver arrow from his quiver. Let's see if I can be of some use..." ((Move 1 space to the right and 3 spaces up. Roll: 1d20 : 7 + 4(Bab) + 6(Dex) + 1 (magic) = 15. Damage: 3 + 3 + 6(str) + 1 magic - 1 for being silver = 12
That would be to the Soulsower to the right of the two in front.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 29, 2006 4:53 am
The bat fiercely beat its wings one more, a vicious sandstorm beginning to whirl in the center of the square. ((Haboob cast. It's the red circle on the map. Spell description: A thick haze of swirling dust and sand swirls out from the point you designate. The effect obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet. A creature within 5' has concealment. Creatures farther away have total concealment. Unprotected, magical flames are automatically extinguished and there is a 50% chance that protected flames will be snuffed.
Also, everything in the storm takes 5d4 damage every round, no save))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon May 29, 2006 5:23 am
"Alright... listen up, folks! The barbazu are back, and they brought friends. The ugly ones with the singers on their tails are Soulsowers; watch out for those things, they can paralyze and they've got thick armor. The shadowy-things are Gizmos; they possess people, so watch it. Kytons love their chains, as you see; they're tough-skinned, immune to cold, and regenerate damage from anything that isn't silver or good. And the fools with bows are Death Archers - they're low-rank devils, but watch it anyway," Dam said. "Be careful out there; take out the things outside the spell area first, then we deal with what's left over. Get to the ones Gilliam softened up first if you can."
No sooner did the rogue stop speaking than the monk moved, shuffling somewhat awkwardly as he went to the side of the barbazu that attacked Gilliam. Swinging harder than usual, he barely skimmed the air in front of it's face.
((Graigus moves up to the square northwest of gilliam and tries to smokes some suckas. Note that he was drinking while he was walking, so his Int and Wis drop by 2, but his Strength is now increased by 2.
Tumble: 1d20 + 8 (ranks) +2 (syn) +4 (dex) = 26
Attack: 1d20 + 4 (bab) + 5 (str) +1 (mwk) +1 (w. foc.) = 13. Miss))
"If you want something done right, do it yourself," Dam muttered to himself, moving with almost perfect motions to the opposite side of the creature Graigus missed. Wasting no time, he swiftly sunk his silvered blade into the back of the devil.
((Tumble: 1d20 + 3 (tumble) + 5 (dex) = 27
Attack: 1d20 +4 (bab) + 5 (dex) +1 (w. foc.) +1 (mwk) +2 (flank) = 26
Damage: 1d6 -1 (silver) +2 (str) + 2d6 (sneak) = 10 damage, all bypasses DR.))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Mon May 29, 2006 1:51 pm
((This is supposed to happen just before Dam moves)) Morgan takes notice of Dam's indications. He then walks toward him and speaks in the same calm voice he used to. : "Even more devils to fight.... And this time we also have to deal with one of their general. This will certainly be painful for all of us so allow me to grant you some help before you leave for the front lines." The young wizard takes some silvered powder from his component pouch, drawing a small circle around the rogue then mutters an incantation. He then nobs at him after the spell takes effect.
((Moves next to Dam and casts Protection from Evil on him))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon May 29, 2006 2:06 pm
Arbeiten strides forward. "May the blessings of the Goddess be upon us this night." he murmurs, almost to himself. "May she watch over us, as we strive to shelter her children." Even those who don't hear the cleric's words feel a sudden surge of courage swell through them.
Arbeiten moves north 15', casts prayer. This should hit all allies and a few enemies. +1/-1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, skills and saves.
Also, note that I've traded bestow curse for dispel magic in my spell list.

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon May 29, 2006 4:07 pm
*Mahler moves up the battle field, hedging around the bush. Knowing he couldn't make it to the army of devils ahead he instead stood his ground. With a mighty yell, Mahler raises his hands, then punches his fists together. They emit a pale blue glow, and Mahler looks out to the Devil army.*
((Mahler moves 3 spaces Northeast. Mahler casts Bless Weapon on his fists))

Posted by: Alpha Mon May 29, 2006 5:17 pm
Tanis feels a stab of fear at seeing the same devils that so easily downed him not so long ago. Seeing that they were in the process of being taken care of, he decided to target one of the gizmos. ((Tanis moves up 2 spaces and left 1 and casts Ice Knife at the left Gizmo.
Ranged attack roll: 1d20 + 5 + 4 = 24
That should hit.
Damage: 2d8 + 4 = 11
Also, 2 points of dexterity damage. A fortitude save negates these 2 point))

Posted by: Rusty Mon May 29, 2006 6:21 pm
((Float to above Coventry. Lightning Bolt above, hitting 3 things. If that's not legal for some reason, I'll float behind where Graigus is on the map before taking his turn instead.)) *Ombligo floats forward, one tentacle crackling with electricity.*
: "Why can't you devils just get lives? What kind of existence is that?"
*Ombligo lets out a powerful lightning bolt at two devils and the an archer.*
((SR check: Natural 17 = pass.
Damage: 2 + 1 + 4 + 6 + 5 + 3 (hah, 1-2-3-4-5-6) = 21 damage.
REF save for 20 to take half damage.))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon May 29, 2006 11:57 pm
Gorrik presses forwards towards the group of devils, muttering to his brother. "I hope yer prepared te take a hit thar Taklinn." ((Double Move 4 squares North East, 4 squares north.))

Posted by: Critical Mass Tue May 30, 2006 4:08 am
Nail stands stock still as the two groups meet, his wings twitching slightly but the birdman otherwise showing no aknowledgement of what is going on. He doesn't even move as Gilliam's laser explodes into the enemy forces, instead staring unblinking at the erinyes, eyes gone full-over into twin orbs of pure red. As the sandstorm springs up into being around the devil woman he leaps into the air and climbs high above the storm, hovering above the battlefield in a state of almost unnatural calm, his unfocused gaze never leaving the heart of the swirling sands.
((Nail is now hovering about thirty feet above the center of the haboob.))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Tue May 30, 2006 7:10 am
Stoltz grimaces as he advances forward amidst the rain, looking for a clear shot at the enemy devils. Rain always made targetting more difficult...but he'd be darned before he went through another battle without landing a single shot. Bringing his rifle to bear, he singles out one of the shadowy devils towards the back, takes aim, and fires.
((Stoltz moves 3 spaces north and fires at the left Gizmo.
Incorp: 91
To-hit: 10(d20) + 4(BAB) + 5(AP) + 2(DEX) + 1(+1 Weapon) + 1(Bless) + 1(Elation) - 2(Rain) = 22, I believe that hits
Damage: 11(4d6+1) + 1(+1 Weapon) - 1(Silver) = 11))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 30, 2006 7:40 am
Kria's blast of energy causes the Soulsower to growl in pain as Farain misses his target, the arrow clinking off the heavy shell of the Soulsower. Tanis' icy spell crashes into the Gizmo, tearing off some of the creature's ectoplasm and causing it to writhes erratically.
Ombligo's lightning bolt jolts through three of the devils, leaving them gasping in pain.
Nail crashes into Aelisnyx as soon as she ascends, managing to land a devastating blow on her. She takes the hit and twists in the air, grinning.
: "Impressive."
Nail immediately locks the devil in a hold, but she merely smiles.
: "Most impressive."
Aelisnyx immediate vanishes, only to reappear out of sight of the group.
A Gizmo floats over to Nail, but cannot yet attack, as one of the misty creatures rushes towards Graigus, but the monk nimbly dodges.
A hail of arrows pierce Nail as the warrior flies.
((Hit, hit, miss, miss. 12 damage total.))
Stotlz's shot dissipates the rest of the Gizmo's ectoplasm and the being evaporates.
Graigus is charged by a Kyton as the Gizmo dies, and though he is struck, it fails to do much damage.
((Hit, 4 damage.))
The Soul Sowers charge forward, but despite their fearsome appearance, none manage to land a single hit.
In fact, the entire advancing Devil Wave only manages to land a single blow, a Kyton striking Dam for a minor wound.
((Dam takes 5 damage.))
: "Oh, that's simply absurd! I know you can fight better than this! Improve, or you'll face death in our ranks as well as on their blades!"
This is the bright counterpoint to the teleportation strike as a team of Barbazus teleport into melee with the casters and ranged attackers of the group.
Next round!

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue May 30, 2006 8:01 am
: Little buddy! *The sudden disappearance and reappearance of the devils comes as a shock. Mahler quickly spins around, stopping his advance, and finds Ombligo caught surrounded by the Barbazu. Wasting no time, he wades through his allies with a raised fist, then brings it down forcefully upon the closest Barbazul.*
((Move 5' SE, 5' S
Slam, PA 2
1d20 + stuff = 20 + stuff, auto-crit from bless weapon
Damage, withPA 2
(1d10 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2)*2 = 7 + 3 + 24 = 34 damage))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue May 30, 2006 11:25 am
Morgan promptly runs away as the bearded devil appear nears the group. The young wizard stops at a fair distance and start an incantation while drawing arcane symbols in the air. His body starts shining with a bright, golden light. ((Casts Light of Mercuria and moves 1 square SW and 1 square W))

Posted by: Alpha Tue May 30, 2006 12:51 pm
Upon seeing devils the same as those who killed him so easily, Tanis fires off a spell at the barbazu closest to him. Casts magic missile defensively at the Barbazu left of Ombligo. Casting on the defensive: 1d20 + 10 = 17...pass Overcome SR: 1d20 + 5 = 24...pass
Missile 1: 1d4 + 1 + 4 = 6
Missile 2: 1d4 + 1 = 5
Missile 3: 1d4 + 1 = 2
Total damage: 13
((If the area's silenced, then I'll do something else))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue May 30, 2006 2:15 pm
((I do appreciate you taking care of the other actions as I asked when I was being forced offline, Marine. Before I get started with this round, I'm going back to what I said was supposed done last round when I was still in the chat. First, Coventry moved to the spot north of Tenryu and casts Protection from Evil on him.
Then, Tenryu moves to the spot below Graigus and attacks the creature which was in front of Gilliam, PA 4. And I'm using what I rolled in chat last night.
Attack: 1d20 +4 (bab) +9 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1(mwk) +1 (bless) -4 (pa) = Natural 20. Crit Threat.
Confirm: 1d20 +4 (bab) +9 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1(mwk) +1 (bless) -4 (pa) = 25. Crit confirmed.
Damage: (1d10 (wpn) +1 (prayer) + 9 (str) +8 (pa)) x2 = 41. I'm assuming it's the same devil that's to Graigus' right, that took a dagger from Dam last round; I think it's fair to say that one's dead now.
Now then... that still leaves Langston and Kayla. Since you jumped ahead, their actions will be to take out what just teleported near them.
Langston moves 10' south and hits the creature from behind.
Attack: 1d20 + 3 (bab) + 6 (dex) +1 (mwk) + 1 (prayer) + 1 (bless) +2 (flanking) = 21.
Damage: 1d6 (wpn) +1 (str) +1 (prayer) +3d8 (sneak attack w/ sacred strike) = 17 damage, all ignores DR.
Kayla stays put and gets her two weapon rape on.
Attack1: 1d20 +3 (bab) +6 (dex) +1 (kukri) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) +2 (flanking) -2 (twf) = 20
Damage: 1d4 +1 (wpn) +2 (str) + 1 (prayer) + 3d6 (sneak attack) = 14 damage (9after DR)
Attack1: 1d20 +3 (bab) +6 (dex) +1 (kukri) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) +2 (flanking) -2 (twf) = 20
Damage: 1d4 +1 (wpn) +2 (str) + 1 (prayer) + 3d6 (sneak attack) = 15 damage (10 after DR)
That's 36 damage to the devil near them; dunno if it's one that caught the damage from Gilliam's cannon, but if it is it's well dead now. If it is one that got hit by the cannon, Kayla only needs one hit to finish it and gets a move action to go wherever DM wants.
Now, for this round...))
Graigus directs his assault against the next nearest barbazu, laying into it with a pair of short, stiff kicks. The second seemed to have an extra force to it, the creature shaking slightly with the force of the blow.
((FoB Attack1: 1d20 +3 (bab) +5 (str) +1(prayer) +1 (bless) = 23
Damage: 1d10 (unarmed) +5 (str) +1 (prayer) = 8 (3 after dr)
Stunning Fist Declared
FoB Attack1: 1d20 +3 (bab) +5 (str) +1(prayer) +1 (bless) = 19
Damage: 1d10 (unarmed) +5 (str) +1 (prayer) = 14 (9 after dr)
DC 16 Fort save or be stunned for one round
Dodge to the Kyton to the side of the Barbazu the monk just attacked.))
"Hey, nice to meet you... I love your jewelry," Dam said, gesturing to the creature's chains. "I prefer silver myself, though," he added, satisfied as his two attacks met with the flesh under the chains. "Find the Eriynes!" he added, calling to his allies.
((Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +5 (dex) +1 (mwk) + 1 (w. foc.) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) - 2 (twf) = 21
Damage: 1d6 -1 (wpn) +2 (str) +1 (prayer) = 7, no DR applies
Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +5 (dex) +1 (mwk) + 1 (w. foc.) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) - 2 (twf) = 21
Damage: Damage: 1d6 -1 (wpn) +2 (str) +1 (prayer) = 6, no DR applies))

Posted by: Aldur Tue May 30, 2006 2:48 pm
"Wouldst it not be wiser to vanquish these fiends in front of us first!?" Kria laughs as the enemy appears to be rather inept. Taking advantage of this, she fires off another blast of eldritch energy at the same soulsower, the creature advancing towards her.
((ranged touch: 3+6+3 = 12.
If hits...
damage: 1+4+1+3 = 9.
What crap rolls.
And the Erinyes isnt very hidden Marine. XD))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 30, 2006 6:02 pm
((No one's in line of sight to her, so she's hidden. : P)) Partial update. Mahler rips the Barbazu's arms clean off as Tanis' magic missle strikes it dead center in the head. The devil swiftly turns around and explodes into sulfurous ash. Bozak chops the head of his devil clean off as Langston and Kayla swiftly slay the Barbazu near them, the beast having already been wounded by Ombligo's lightning.
Kria wounds her target, but fails to slay it.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue May 30, 2006 7:26 pm
((Keep in mind that Lang, Tenryu and Kayla's actions were all make-ups for last round; all three should be acting this round as well.))

Posted by: Tarethen Tue May 30, 2006 8:02 pm
Farain curses to himself, "That won't do. One more time." He placed another arrow into his bow, firing the silver arrow at the Soulsower Kria attacked. ((Roll: 1D20: 11 + 10 for additions, -2 for cloudburst = 19 damage rolls if hit: 2D6 = 3 + 1 + 6(STR) - 1(silver arrow) = 9 ))
Why do my rolls always suck?))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue May 30, 2006 8:21 pm
((Summary - Langston moves to the southwest of the Barbazu next to Coventry and attacks with SA, unless I have to be one square to the north to do so - in which case he's one square to the north then. Dodge to the same Barbazu if it lives, dodge to the other if somehow it's pwned))
"Nice work!" Langston said, giving a nod to Kayla as he rushed by her toward one of the Barbazu pestering the good Doctor and Ombligo. ((Yes, I know the green thing is not a tunic. STFU and be thankful I've got something. lol)) "These sideshow freaks just distract the audience from the real show anyway," he chattered, lurching forward again with his rapier.
((
Attack: 1d20 result: 6 + 3 (bab) + 6 (dex) +1 (mwk) + 1 (prayer) + 1 (bless) +2 (flanking) = 20.
Damage: 1d6 (wpn) result: 5 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) +3d8 (sneak attack w/ sacred strike - 16) = 23 damage, all ignores DR.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue May 30, 2006 9:49 pm
Coventry frowns as he looks upon Tenryu, then shakes his head. What the hell is wrong with me... Helping one when many are in need. He sighs and begins weaving his hands in a careful manner, not opening himself to attack. He pulls the rod from his belt as he begins to speak magical words. The rod glows for a moment and a sense of joy flows through his allies, empowering them.
[Auto Sucess Defensive Casting]
[Extended Elation Cast]
[All allies within 80 ft recieve +2 STR/DEX and +5 movement]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue May 30, 2006 10:03 pm
((I did not announce my purchases before because I had a question that has not been answered until just now. As such, Kayla silvered both of her blades, and the devils' DR is negated. That cost 40 gold, since her weapons are considered light. Sadly, the silver does give her a -1 penalty to damage. I have no clue why ))
Kayla grins as the devil before her is slain, and she moves to aid the other casters. She slashes into the devil hard, some blood spraying from the wound that has just opened in its flesh.
[Attack: 14 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (DEX) + 1 (Kukri) + 2 (Flank) = 26. Hit
Damage: 3 + 1 (STR) + 1 (Kukri) + 13 (Sneak Attack) - 1 (Silver) = 17
Kayla is in the space south of Tanis]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed May 31, 2006 1:02 am
((Silver is softer than steel, so blades don't keep the edge as well and damage suffers)) The bat ascends, making intricate motions with its wings and claws, while the clouds above darken, and thunder begins to rumble ((Call Lightning cast. Also, everything in the sandstorm takes 12 damage))

Posted by: Rusty Wed May 31, 2006 3:37 am
: "Thanks, Mahler! That would've been bad if you weren't nearby. Now watch this!" *Ombligo's tentacles crackle with electricity as he fires another bolt of lightning, this time at a different Barbazu.* : "Lightning Bolt!" ((5' 'step' north to avoid AoO while casting spell, and zap the nearest Barbed Devil with a LB, so long as it won't, you know, it friends.
SR: Natural 12 + 6 = 18. Pass!
Damage: 6 + 1 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 22.
REF save DC 21 for half damage.))
*After the attack, Ombligo notices the Soul Sowers creeping forward. Surprisingly, the little magic creature knows quite a bit of them.*
: "Watch out for those Soul Sowers! They can paralyze you and they have super thick hides!"

Posted by: Nightmare Wed May 31, 2006 4:19 am
"Heh, looks like they're tryin' te surround me, don' i' Taklinn." Gorrik said with a smirk. As he stepped back and laid into the Soul Sower that was next to him. ((ATTACK Axe 1: D20 + 6(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Elation) + 1(Bless) + 1(Prayer) - 4(PA) = 1 + 10...
Confirm: 9 + 10 = 19?
Axe2: D20 + 1(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Elation) + 1(Bless) + 1(Prayer) - 4(PA) = 4 + 5 = 9
Gorrik took a 5' step south, and then misses twice, one of which is possibly a crit miss.))

Posted by: Riegien Wed May 31, 2006 5:00 am
Bozak sidesteps forward to stand beside Graigus, letting out a mighty shout as he attempts to horribly maim the kyton infront of him. 5' step NW, attack kyton d20 = 3 + 9str +4bab +4 kiai smite +1 bless +1 prayer + 1 masterwork -4 powerattack = 19 miss

Posted by: Cyrus Wed May 31, 2006 6:18 am
Gail, looking back at the recently assaulted back row, shakes the indecision from her mind. They can handle themselves. Focus. With that, she moves towards the nearby kyton Dam so generously sliced into, narrowly missing it by a thin margin. [Attack roll: 1d20(11)+5(BAB)+3(STR)-2(Defensive Fighting)=17.
Miss.]

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Wed May 31, 2006 6:38 am
Stoltz's elation at not only hitting but killing his target is short-lived, as one of the bearded devils suddenly appears by him. He cries out in surprise, caught off guard by the being's presence so dangerously close, but thankfully, before the unholy creature is able to strike him with it's blade, the two nearby rogues strike it down. Sighing with relief, he casts a grateful smile to the duo. "Thanks! Much obliged for the assist."
Now out of danger for the time being, Stoltz again takes aim with his rifle in hopes of continuing his run of good luck, his sights settling upon a devil draped in chains. He frowns slightly when he notices the proximity of allies to said devil, noting it'd make the shot even more difficult to land than it already was thanks to the rain. But a quick glance about the field doesn't yield any targets not in such a situation, so hoping for the best, the tinker takes aim and fires.
((Firing at closest living opponent, which I'm told is a Kyton.
6(d20) + 4(BAB) + 5(AP) + 2(DEX) + 1(Weap) + 1(Bless) + 1(Elation) + 1(Prayer) - 2(Rain) - 4(Melee) = 15, miss))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed May 31, 2006 6:50 am
Farain's armor clinks off the Soul Sower's heavy armor plates. Langston, seeing his target already dead, moves to the one near Ombligo and slashes open a nasty wound on it. Kayla, seeing an opening, nimbly moves in to force the creature's head back and slit its throat, slaying it and causing it to explode into sulfurous ash.
Ombligo blasts a Soul Sower and Death Archer instead of his original target, nearly killing the two, but stopping just short of snuffing out their lives.
Gorrik's axe slips out of his sweaty palms and hits the ground as Bozak misses.
Nail dives down and rends a Death Archer apart as Gail cautiously moves up. The other Death Archer almost manages to peg him with an arrow, though.
The Gizmo charges Nail, part of its body solidfying into a claw that cuts deeply into Nail's flesh. The demon then turns to mist and enters the wound. Nail feels a dark presence usurping control of his thoughts.
((Nat 20. Confirmed. Critical Hit+ Possession! Nail suffers 12 damage! Nail must make a Will save DC 18. If he makes it, he makes DC 15 saves each round until exorcised.))
A Soul Sower charges Mahler, but slips in the sand, tumbles, then oddly enough leaps back to its feat in front of the golem in an impressive display of agility.
Another two of the beasts attack Gorrik, one missing and one striking, swatting the dwarf with its poisoned tail. The dwarf feels his limbs begin to grow numb, but easily shakes off the Soul Sower's paralytic slime.
((Miss. Hit. 7 damage. ))
A Barbazu jabbers crazily, frothing at the mouth as it wildly swings its glaive at Gorrik, merely scratching the dwarf.
((Hit. 5 damage+ wound.))
As Gail moves up, a Kyton catches her in the chest with a well placed chain hook, tearing deep into the paladin's flesh.
"Excuse me, you appear to have something stuck in your armor, let me help you with that," the Kyton snarls as he yanks the chain free, ripping out a deep wound in Gail's side.
((AoO Critical Hit! 14 damage to Gail.))
"Oh, I can top that!" the other Kyton says, chuckling as he lashes out and catches Graigus' stomach with his hooks, tearing a horrible gut wound into the monk. "Ya gotta clean 'em before you can eat 'em, heh heh heh..."
((Nat 19! Confirming... Nat 20. Confirming... Confirmed! Triple Crit! Second attack hits. Crappy damage results in only 24 damage being inflicted out of far more possible.))
A pair of chains also bashes Bozak as the Barbazu near Graigus misses him and the Soulsower attacks the monk as well.
((Hit, Hit. 13 damage to Bozak. Miss. Does an 18 hit Graigus?))
Dam takes a weak blow from a Soulsower, but manages to shake off the paralysis before it affects him.
((Hit, 3 damage. Save passed.))
Aelisnyx smiles as she flies up from behind a building, taking aim at the Doctor and firing a precise and powerful shot that cuts right through him. The Doctor blinks in amazement as an arrow protrudes from his chest.
((Critical Hit! 33 damage+6 fire damage to Coventry. He should be at 0.))
"Amazing what a little motivation can accomplish..." Aelisnyx says with a fanged grin.
"Agreed," Gilliam says as he raises his gun and opens fire on the devil, bullets piercing through the flying menace.
((Nat 20! Confirming... Fail. Regular hit. 13 damage to Aelisnyx after DR.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed May 31, 2006 7:04 am
Upon completing the spell, a blue-white white streak of lightning rips the sky apart, lancing into one of the Soul Sowers engaging the unarmored Gorrik. The bat then seemingly tumbles out of the sky, landing on the embattled Doctor's shoulder. The arrow pops out of his chest, tumbling to the ground and the wound closes partially.
Meanwhile, another Soul Sower is rent to destruction by the fierce winds of the sandstorm.
((Call Lightning on the Soul Sower north of Gorrik. 19 damage, REF 18 for half. Save failed.
Move to Coventry and cast CLW 10 damage healed.
Kyton and Soulsower each eat 15 damage from the Haboob. Soulsower destroyed))

Posted by: Rusty Wed May 31, 2006 7:20 am
*Hovering in place, Ombligo unleashes an even more powerful Lightning Bolt.* : "LIGHTNING BOLT!" ((Targetting the same enemies as last round - north of me. Damage: 6 + 5 + 4 + 2 + 4 + 4 = 25. REF save DC 22 for half, though I'm pretty sure at least one of them is fried either way.))

Posted by: GE Silver Dragon Wed May 31, 2006 8:09 am
Stoltz continues to frown when the bullet misses it's mark. But then he simply shrugs as he advances forward, the momentary disappointment fading from his expression. No worries. If at first you don't succeed... Taking a deep breath to release the tension he'd been causing himself, he again raises the rifle, this time with confidence in his marksmanship as he takes aim at a bearded devil attacking one of his dwarven companions.
((Move 25' north, and take a shot at the Barbazu 10' north of Gorrik.
17(d20) + 4(BAB) + 5(AP) + 2(DEX) + 1(Weap) + 3(Buffs) - 2(Rain) = 30, hit
12(4d6+1) + 1(Weap) + 1(Prayer) - 1(Silver) = 13 damage))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed May 31, 2006 8:17 am
((I'd appreciate it if everyone but Cy holds off on a post; I have tactics, but I'm being booted now. Will come in the morning.))

Posted by: Cyrus Wed May 31, 2006 10:19 am
A gasp escapes as the chains tear at Gail's flesh, her scowl deepening at the human devil's jeers and taunts. The sounds of torn muscle and split blood, however, bring her attention to her left, where the mad cackling of another kyton signalled a vicious blow to Graigus. She looks at him for a moment, trying to assess the situation bringing herself back to the enemy at hand. She moves to his side, sandwiching the fiend between herself and Dam before her blade strikes true.
[Move 5' NE.
Attack roll: 1d20[14]+5[BAB]+3[Str]+2[Flanking]-2[Defense]=22.
Hit Confirmed!
Damage: 1d10[3]+3[Str]+1[Weapon]+1[Prayer]-1[Silver]=7, bypass DR.]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Wed May 31, 2006 10:35 am

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth Posted on Wed May 31 @ 2006 9:17 am)
((I'd appreciate it if everyone but Cy holds off on a post; I have tactics, but I'm being booted now. Will come in the morning.))

((Well since I won't be around by tomorrow and will only return for Saturday, you or TUM can feel free to take control of my character during this period.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed May 31, 2006 1:41 pm
((Yeah... Morning for me is right now, remember?)) "DAMNIT!" Dicem yelled, felling the kyton coming out of the sandstorm. "Graigus, Tenrryu, keep swinging! Coventry, Arbeiten, patch these two up quick! Mahler, Kayla, support Gorrik! Farain, support Graigus and Tenryu; Lang, whip out your crossbow and do the same! Nail, get higher and find that hell-bitch; the rest of you with magical abilities, bring her down as soon as he does or aim at the soulsowers then the kytons in that order!"
((Stay put and smoke the Kyton in the Haboob, second attack goes to the one next to him.
Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +5 (dex) +1 (mwk) + 1 (w. foc.) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) - 2 (twf) = Crit threat.
Confirm: 1d20 +4 (bab) +5 (dex) +1 (mwk) + 1 (w. foc.) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) - 2 (twf) = 25. Crit confirmed.
Damage: (1d6 -1 (wpn) +2 (str) +1 (prayer)) x2 = 12, no DR applies
Attack2: 1d20 +4 (bab) +5 (dex) +1 (mwk) + 1 (w. foc.) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) - 2 (twf) + 2 (flank) = 18
Dodge to the Kyton next to Dam.))
Shaking his head clear as the effects of the alcohol wears off, Graigus jabs at the Barbazu's midsection with his staff before kicking off of the devil and landing next to Dicem.
((FoB Attack1: 1d20 +3 (bab) +4 (str) +1(prayer) +1 (bless) +1 (mwk) +1 (w. focus)=
Damage: 1d6 (unarmed) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 1 after DR...
Stunning Fist Declared
FoB Attack1: 1d20 +3 (bab) +4 (str) +1(prayer) +1 (bless) = 26
Damage: 1d10 (unarmed) +5 (str) +1 (prayer) = 6 after DR
DC 16 Fort save or be stunned for one round
Dodge to the Kyton))

Posted by: Alpha Wed May 31, 2006 2:08 pm
Hearing the directions from Dam, Tanis spins around, takes a step backwards, casting all the while, and sends a ray of flame at the 'hell-bitch'. Move 15' up (even if I have to wait for somebody to move), cast an enlarged Ray of Flame at Aelisnix. If it can't hit her, I'll assign a new target.
Overcome SR: 1d20 + 5 = 23
Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 (elation) + 1 (prayer) = 25...should hit
Damage: 3d6 + 4 = 4 + 6 + 6 + 4 = 20
Reflex save DC17 (I think) or catch fire.
((AIM loved me when I did those rolls ))

Posted by: Tarethen Wed May 31, 2006 3:03 pm
Farain cursed a second time. "Okay, arrows on those things do not work." After hearing Dam's instructions, Farain responded with an "Okay!" grabbing another arrow and getting ready to shoot it. ((Move six spaces to Farain's left. Is the Barb is not dead, then that's the target. If it is dead, then the next available thing. Hopefully it isn't another soulsower.
1d20: 9 + 10 for modifiers -2 for the storm = 17.
If hit:
2d6 = 3 + 2 + 6 -1(silver arrow) = 11.
My dice... hates me. That's all there is to it.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 31, 2006 3:04 pm
((I'm missing from the map, and I will take my action when someone fixes it, or tells me where I am))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed May 31, 2006 3:45 pm
*Mahler stands horrified and angry at the sudden turn for the worst. Suddenly, the devil army fought wth renewed vigor, wounding his allies grevously.* : Come on, Ombligo! Let's beat up those baddies! *Mahler knew his little friend would be willing to jump in and try to stop the enemy at all costs. Now, it was his turn. Mahler takes a step forward to gain some momentum, then lashes out with his right fist. Unabated by the creature's hard shell, he slams into it again with his left fist.*
((Attack, PA 5
1d20 + 13 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 1d20 + 11 = 14 + 11 = 25.
1d20 + 11 = 14 + 11 = 25.
1d10 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 5 = 4 + 15 = 19.
1d10 + 15 = 2 + 15 = 17.))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Wed May 31, 2006 4:37 pm
((DM, Kayla IS on the map. Look again.)) Morgan rushes toward Conventry as the erinyes shoots some fiery arrow at the healer, dealing quite a serious wound to him. And though he's still up, he's clearly weakened by this blow. : "A rather bad moment for a first formal meeting I'd dare to say." He says, "Are you OK?"
He then turns back to the flying devil, glaring at her then addresses to the creature in her own cursed language.
: "You...Go back to your hellish home, spawn of evil!
With that, his aura stops glowing as he releases two rays of golden light in the devil's direction.
((Moves 2 squares NE and attacks Aelisnix with a sudden empowered Light of Mercuria :
Bolt 1 :
Overcome SR : 1d20 + 6 = 8 + 6 = 14 (failed normally =( )
Ranged touch attack : 1d20 + 2 BAB + 2 DEX + 1 elation + 2 prayer = 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 19
Damages : 4d6 = 2 + 2 + 4 + 4 = 12
Empowered spell bonus : 12 * 0.5 = 6
Total : 12 + 6 = 18 (apply DR if needed)
Bolt 2 :
Overcome SR : 1d20 + 6 = 18 + 6 = 24
Ranged touch attack : 1d20 + 2 BAB + 2 DEX + 1 elation + 2 prayer = 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 19
Damages : 4d6 = 2 + 2 + 2 + 6 = 12
Empowered spell bonus : 12 * 0.5 = 6
Total : 12 + 6 = 18 (apply DR if needed)
If for some reason I can't see her on the roof, use these results on another monster. The first bolt would be for the weakest kyton in my range and the second one would be either to finish him off or to strike another kyton. If there is no kyton left, then soulsowers will do.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed May 31, 2006 5:05 pm
((Move to the left of the tree for cover of any kind. Hide: 3 + 15 = 18 Fire at enemies to the left of Graigus if applicable using silver bolts. Attack Roll: 1. Cripes. Damage Roll: 3 - 1 = 2. I probably shot Graigus or healed the enemy.))
Langston grinned to Kayla again before taking Dam's order. Rushing to the tree in the middle of the square, he took position and fired a silver bolt from his crossbow. The results sucked ass.
((Arc. Don't ever suggest I use the crossbow again. I'm selling it. lol.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed May 31, 2006 5:19 pm
((You're right across from Langston, diagonal.))

Posted by: Riegien Wed May 31, 2006 6:00 pm
Focusing on his foe, Bozak pulls back from the Kyton, ignoring the blows falling upon him. In one smooth action, he slides forward, running the devil through, blade slipping between the chains. Attack roll = d20 = nat 20, possible crit possible crit, confirmation - d20=7 +4 bab +4 kiai +9 str +1 masterwork + 1bless +1 prayer -4 powerattack = 23 confirmed.
damage = d10 = 4 + 13str +4PA +4kiai +1prayer= 26 x2 = 52 damage

Posted by: Aldur Wed May 31, 2006 6:38 pm
"Fiend of the night...prepare thyself for oblivion! Finishing Strike!" Kria charges forwards her bastard sword gleaming in the light as she lands a vicious slash on the Soulsower, her blade slamming into it's thick hide as she pulls it out of the beast, slicing it up the middle as it falls to the ground. The catfolk sighs deeply and mutters a prayer.
"May your soul find peace."
((Attack roll: 19.Possible crit.
Confirming: 17+3Bab+4Str+1bless+1prayer = 26. Confirmed.
Damage: 1d10 = 10+4Str+2 1.5str+1 prayerx2= 34 damage

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 31, 2006 6:50 pm
Coventry lets out a gasp of pain as the arrow slams into his chest. He glances down at the wound, the color draining from his face as he feels a cold weakness spread through his limbs. Taking in a deep breath, he struggles to maintain consciousness while beginning to seal the wound. Then, as the bat descends and lands upon the Doctor's shoulder. Coventry sighs as the pain eases, "Thanks old man."
He frowns deeply as Dicem gives out his latest orders and glances over the battlefield crossly. I only need a little more power... Damnit. The Doctor breaks into a run towards Gragius. After a moment, he leaps forward into a roll which dislodges the bat upon his shoulder. Rolling across the ground he avoids opening himself to attack from the nearby devils.
[Tumble: 4 + 14 = 18]
Reaching the young monk, he weaves symbols in the air while speaking in a magical tongue. Reaching out, he then touches the young monk lightly.
[Defensive Casting Auto-Success]
[Cure Moderate Wounds: 1 + 7 + 7 = 15]
His brow wrinkles as the wounds close but not completely. Then he sighs, "Well... How does this situation lead one to some mystical enlightenment?" He holds his shield defensively as he glances around, "As nearly as I can tell this has more to do with defending reality rather than removing one's self from it." As Kria smites the devil before her, Coventry arches an eyebrow, "What now? Are you certain they even have souls?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 31, 2006 9:07 pm
Kayla moves to aid Gorrik as she is told, when she hears a voice. "What are you doing here with these... lesser beings?" Aelisnyx asks Kayla. Kayla turns to the source of the voice, her eyes narrowed slightly. "And just why does that even matter to you?"
"You bear our blood, you're on the wrong side," Aelisnyx says. "Surely you can feel the red flow within you sing at the sound of battle and the presence of your fellows?"
"I am well aware that demonic blood flows through my veins, but so what. If being on your side means being anything like you, then I'll pass. Kayla frowns. "Besides, I'm told that demons and devils have a...reputation for deceit. Do forgive me for not being so naive as to not believe everything you say."
"Rather rude. You don't know anything about me," Aelisnyx responds with a chuckle. "Fine. Deny your true place all you wish. More glory for the rest of us."
"I'll decide where my place is," Kayla says flatly.
The tiefling now moves forth to aid Gorrik using a graceful flip to avoid being attacked by the Soul Sower in front of her. Kayla slashes at the beast with her knife.
[Tumble: 11 + 14 = 25. Success
Attack: 13 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (DEX) + 1 (STR) + 1 (Kukri) = 24
Damage: 3 + 1 (STR) + 1 (Kukri) + 14 (Sneak Attack) -1 (Silver) = 18
That's assuming it hits. She's in the space SW of Gorrik]

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Jun 01, 2006 2:52 am
"Bah, blasted weapon!" Frustrated and not thinking clearly Gorrik grabs his axe from the ground exposing himself to the Soul Sowers. The dwarf then swings upwards at his foe. ((If Gorrik has his armor, both AoOs miss. If he doesn't, both hit. Both FORT saves would pass. If the Soul Sower on the left isn't dead yet, attack it. If it is, attack the one to the north.
Attack: D20 + 6(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Elation) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Bless) - 2(PA) = 9 + 11 = 20
Damage: D10 + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Elation) + 1(Prayer) + 2(PA) = 7 + 9 = 15))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jun 01, 2006 5:33 am
Sorel's spells slay Soul Sowers swiftly. Ombligo's lightning bolt crashes through the Soul Sower and the Death Archer, causing cascades of energy to burn their insides until they die. Gail's attack is the final straw on the Kyton's broken back, and the devil collapses into a pile of chains.
Aelisnyx lets the fire envelop her, giggling as she does so.
: "Oh, that tingles! Feels delightful! I feel refreshed and ready to take on the day! Ahahaha!"
: "Devils are immune to fire, mage! Lightning hits them best! That or cold, to a lesser extent!" Gilliam shouts.
Farain gallops to his left, but fails to hit once more, the storm throwing off his aim.
Bozak's sword slices through the Kyton like it wasn't there, and the devil shrieks horribly as it crumbles into ash and chains.
Seeing Ombligo take care of his target, Mahler instead charges forward, slamming into the remaining Soul Sower with tremendous force, crushing through its shell like it wasn't there.
Kayla cannot reach her target before Kria slays it. Instead, she goes to a defensive stance and looks around for a new target.
Before the two monsters meet their end, they manage to swipe at Gorrik before he retrives his axe, the blows doing little to the tough dwarf.
((Hit, Hit. 18 damage to Gorrik.))
Gorrik, seeing his foes slain, turns to the Barbazu and beheads it with ease.
: "Blast it all, this isn't working... You're better even than I anticipated, and I had marked you as quite a threat. We'll meet again, but next time, I'll be ready. Will you?" Aelisnyx asks as she soars away. The remaining Barbazu vanishes, teleporting away.
The remaining two foes attack Bozak desperately, but in the end are overwhelmed by the force.
((Hit, Hit, Hit. 22 damage. Then there's no way they're surviving on 10 and 5 HP against the whole team, so I declare them dead.))
VICTORY!
Everyone gains 1600 XP.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jun 01, 2006 5:42 am
The bat lands, its frame lengthening as its wings extends and shrink into hands, one of which carries a staff. The great furred brown body loosens into a flowing green robe. In seconds, Sorel stands there, holding his staff to the sky and beckoning for nature's mercy. The storms dissipate, the residual rainwater evaporating instantly. He then casts about, searching out allies who had been hit by the barbazu's infernal weaponry.
((dismiss Cloudburst and Haboob. Also, I've got two heal checks that close the Fiendish Wound a Barbazu makes. Take 'em if you need 'em))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Jun 01, 2006 6:00 am
"Let's see here," Dam said, quickly sheathing his knives and withdrawing his bow. Notching a silvered arrow, he let fly with the bolt and winged the Erinyes as she retreated, jumping back as a flaming arrow landed at his feet. Gonna have to do better than that," Dam yelled, waving as she flew away. "Someone else with a bow pick her off if you can."
No sooner did he respond than Farain shot a shaft of his own, not to be outdone. This was the last blow that struck Aelisnyx, however, before she got away.
"Regroup... Arbeiten, check on Nail; the rest of you, pair off and see what damage has been done. Use these if you need to," the rogue said, withdrawing the medical herbs he'd gotten only the night before. "I'm going to comb this town for clues."
((Taking 20 on a search check of the immediate battlefield, then another 20 to search the town.))

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