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Post by sue on Sept 19, 2011 17:23:21 GMT -5
Castus halted, staring at the woman appraisingly and making no motion to re-sheath his weapon. "Begging your pardon if your words are true, but I'm sure you won't hold it against me if I observe a bit of caution," he spoke, cordially enough before, raising his voice and calling the guards over. It wasn't his camp, after all, and he wasn't going to allow four unknown individuals to wander freely so near to the king.
"I ask you to put your weapons on the ground, if you have any with you."
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Post by DM CiCi on Sept 20, 2011 8:36:03 GMT -5
((OOC: Merrik here's your reply lol)
“Nice to know my servant speaks so highly of his master. This magi Daesi spoke of, would of course be myself. As I said, I am much more than the simple priest I seem to be. I am but a mortal vessel of his holiness Lunniea Flora’s powers, an avatar which he uses to do his will here on this plane. I have the resources you seek, and I understand your need for assurances, but I request a few of my own in return.”
He reached into a gilded chest by the side of his cot and retrieved a small silver coin that he then passed on to the merchant.
The coin bears the simple doubled circle crescent that you can recognize as the holy symbol of Lunniea.
“You can show this coin to a member of my church and request any spell service required, including resurrection, with no questions asked- however we will ask for a small reimbursement of our cost. I’m sure you understand.”
He then retrieved another object from underneath his cot, this time something long wrapped in elegant brocaded fabric.
“As for your true form, right now I lack the attunement to my celestial powers that such a deed requires. It will also take some research to discern the proper way to go about this. My people have a long history of working well with your kind, and there are said to be several objects scattered about this land that may help simulate your powers till I can restore you. Take this:”
When you unwrap the object he hands you find that it is an elegantly crafted +3 Frost and Paralytic Burst Elven Thinblade. (1d8 18-20 x2 Pircing. Does an additional 1d6 Frost damage upon successful hit and upon a successful critical hit will paralyze the target for 1 round.)
“A poor replacement for a breath weapon but I suppose it might suffice.”
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Post by sue on Sept 20, 2011 12:53:28 GMT -5
"Oh, an avatar, of course," Merrik replied, noting that his voice suddenly sounded a bit weaker than usual. Step lightly, you fool; you cannot take control in this situation. You need not anger the gods, you have enough problems already.
Keeping this carefully in mind, he reached out for the proffered coin, turning it carefully over in his hands to examine both sides. Good silver, he judged...resisting the urge to bite it and instead tucking it away safely. I'll have to explain this to Daesi, somehow. I cannot request a resurrection while dead.
He accepted the blade next, carefully scrutinizing the craftsmanship and the enchantment upon it. Making a great show of inspecting it throughly, he held counsel with himself-
-still expected to fight, and still no guarantee as to how long this could take. One wonders if this might not be some form of extortion.
Yet, you are unlikely to find any others who are able to make such an attempt, and in the search, your secret would undoubtedly get out. Who can help you, if not an avatar of a god? Still, I do not like this...
Your best bet may be to agree, but up the ante - for your own sake, do not start a fight with this one.
Merrik set the blade across his lap, making a small sound of approval, "Yes, it will have to suffice. I do thank you for this, it is more than I expected to gain this night. If I may, I'd call it Orn'ooble, the Silvered Tongue." It was a fine weapon, in truth, and he suppressed a sudden desire to squirrel it away immediately. He wondered how uncomfortable this human form would be with such a thing tucked under his bedroll.
Dismissing those thoughts, the merchant paused, then added as a sort of sidenote, "Perhaps, once I'm restored, I can see about getting others of my clan to fly to your aid."
He intended to try, yes, but whether or not they would was another story entirely.
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Post by Katherine on Sept 20, 2011 14:43:03 GMT -5
Terrwyn after nervously fiddling with her braid asked a nearby servant for some tea. After that she helped herself to some pie and waited paitiently for conversation to start.
She was bone tired and her shoulder was too painful to evenmove.
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Post by Kitsu on Sept 20, 2011 16:09:42 GMT -5
Signaling for her men to do the same Mirasinera laid her bow on the ground. She hesitated for a moment and placed her quarterstaff with it. Listening to her men, she could sense a hesitation. A few choice words had them quickly following her example. "I understand your cautiousness, but I do not understand why there is such caution," Mirasinera stated. She had indeed noticed a tenseness in the camp as she approached, but she still did not know it was a king's camp she was in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyrania sighed in relief as Castus left. She was truly concerned about what might happen if something did happen to the king. Shaking her head at the half-human, she asked, "Did you even hear what I said?" |
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Post by DM CiCi on Sept 20, 2011 16:39:10 GMT -5
"Yes well considering the lengthy history of my people working with yours I'm sure that wouldn't be much of an issue and I would be most honored," Lord Baequimitore replied. "Well I think you best return to your party before curiosity has them stumble into our conversation, and I swear I sense some kind of disturbance outside, although I don't think its an imminent threat." ~~~~~~~~~~~ In the common area, Daesi sat with a amused look at the odd behavior of the half-human paladin. "Hey round-ear, I think she's talking to you!" It was just then that he picked up on a flare of magical power on the outside of camp. "There's something out there," he said in a dead-pan tone. He would do something about it but he remembered his Master's instructions to stay on guard outside his private quarters. He wasn't about to let his master be a sitting duck. "You two should investigate. I'll stay here and protect his lordship." |
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Post by sue on Sept 20, 2011 17:42:26 GMT -5
"Not for me to say, m'lady," Castus answered evasively, collecting up their weaponry with a twinge of irritation. No guards, eh? He'd have to see about that. "But I'm sure all will be answered soon enough if you'd just come with me to, ah-" he shifted the gear awkwardly as he pointed toward the tent where the part was gathered, "-my lord's tent."
Noting their collective unease, he added, "You needn't fear us if your words are true, you have my vow as a paladin."
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"Of course," Merrik answered, glancing towards the door of the tent before he rose.
"Oh, and I pray you don't interpret my demeanor as a lack of gratitude. I am grateful for the help I have received thus far, it's only that patience is a virtue that was never mine." He looked at the elven lord, managing a small smile before heading back into the main tent.
"Your lord claims to sense a disturbance," he spoke in a low voice to Daesi, "and you and I will need to speak later once more immediate concerns are addressed."
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Post by Kitsu on Sept 20, 2011 18:13:28 GMT -5
"Tis not fear sir, the items you have taken mean something to each of us," she responded. She blinked as he shifted the items, realizing the man must be pointing toward where they were heading. Relying on her intuition and the power she had sensed as she entered the camp, she began to walk toward the tent. None of the men behind her corrected her, so she continued walking until she neared the tent entrance, stopping short several feet away.
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Post by DM CiCi on Sept 20, 2011 18:31:33 GMT -5
"Of course," Daesi replied to Merrik, and now sensing that the presence as now near by the tent. "They've grown closer," he said with a hand at his sword.
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Post by sue on Sept 20, 2011 18:40:43 GMT -5
"Bold of them to approach like this," Merrik complained, his voice still lowered. He loosened the frostblade in its case, approving of the small chnk of the blade disengaging. A far superior weapon to his longsword, to be sure.
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"Stand for a moment, please," Castus spoke as he stepped forward and pulled back the tent flap.
Faced with the blades of both rogue and bard, the paladin paused, then cleared his throat. "Wanderers," he offered, "just outside. They claim to be seeking shelter. I've collected their weapons - and would appreciate some help with them - but furthermore, what should I do with these four strangers? The camp's guards seemed indisposed to answer my call."
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Post by DM CiCi on Sept 20, 2011 19:00:14 GMT -5
Daesi was quite surprised to find their own paladin greeting them. Still remaining alert he dropped his hand from his visible weapon, and strode towards the opening of the tent.
He was further surprised at what he saw outside. He had read about catfolk in books but had scarcely expected to see them on the Therfian side of the border. Although they were beings of myth, he had known there to be a few scant bands of catfolk on Lateu'Suoress. He of course had never seen one in person.
"Lets hear what they have to say. Their kind are Quessir allies. We worship the same gods," Daesi said.
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Post by sue on Sept 20, 2011 19:06:41 GMT -5
Bowing in acquiescence, the paladin stepped aside and called back, "You four may enter now." He tried to hold back the tent flap with his body as best he could, overburdened as he was.
Merrik snapped the blade back into place, then slipped the case through his belt. He tried to peer into the night around the other men, curiously.
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Post by Kitsu on Sept 20, 2011 20:06:46 GMT -5
Mirasinera walked in slowly, guided only by where the paladin was standing. Her steps became more sure when she entered the tent. "Thank you, sir," she spoke as she passed the paladin. Her men were silent as they followed her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "As I said to your friend here, we are simply travelers looking for a place to rest. Since we crossed into these lands we have been attacked by undead and other dark beings. I lost three men already. Actually, I'm just looking to get them somewhere where they can stay. I can't rest knowing there are still undead roaming. Nor can I let them continue to take risks to protect me." When she finished speaking, she opened her eyes again. She seemed a bit shaken as she stood there speaking. ~~~~~~~~~~ Lyrania watched the proceedings with interest. She was quite surprised when the four catfolk walked into the tent. Weren't they thought of as a myth, a legend? Obviously they weren't, seeing as there were four standing before the rouge. Choosing to remain silent, she continued to watch and listen. |
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Post by DM CiCi on Sept 21, 2011 7:37:03 GMT -5
"They are speaking the truth," Lord Baequimitore proclaimed rejoining the party. "I have my ways of discerning lies from reality. The lady seems to be a holy woman of sorts."
"Just what were you doing wandering around with all these undead about?" Daesi asked.
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Post by sue on Sept 21, 2011 12:29:37 GMT -5
Hearing Baequimitore's words, Castus turned back to the small band and offered their weapons back to them with a slight bow. "Begging your pardon, but one cannot be too careful in these days," he said, "And on that note, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go see just what it is that kept the guards too busy to attend my call."
Merrik, on the other hand, seemed to have the tact momentarily startled out of him as the catfolk made their way into the tent. "What's this??" he blurted initially, before remembering himself and quieting, somewhat awkwardly. "...sorry. But for all my travels, I've never seen the like of you four."
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