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− | + | They'd plunged into the old Valentic Catacombs to save one woman, and lost Kevan for their trouble. Yet now the Old Man wanted to save the world? They couldn't even best the malignant servant of the Crystal Maiden that yet lingers in the dark. | |
− | + | Jacinda's wicked blade dropping from her salute, Nerta steps in to lean on the table. "Don't let the Old Man's theatrics fool you into thinking this is some bard's tale Jacinda. Saving the land, slaying dragons? We can barely protect a few souls from the horrors of the world." | |
− | The specter in the mirror flickers a moment, his expression annoyed | + | The specter in the mirror flickers a moment, his expression annoyed. "As I told you yesterday, the shamblers in the catacombs are siphoning power from the ley lines. That is why they moved with such vigor and if you do nothing such occurrences will only increase." |
− | Despite the dark portent Nerta hardly seems moved | + | Despite the dark portent Nerta hardly seems moved. “And as I told you Old Man, it's bad enough I have to be sacrificed for this fool quest of yours, leave the others out of it.” |
“Do not talk to me about sacrifice, girl. Everything and everyone I ever cared for is dead. '''I’m dead.''' All so we might have the slimmest chances to avert this apocalypse.” | “Do not talk to me about sacrifice, girl. Everything and everyone I ever cared for is dead. '''I’m dead.''' All so we might have the slimmest chances to avert this apocalypse.” | ||
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"Stop your self-aggrandizing, you relic. You found a way to cheat death because you thought these people couldn't save themselves without you. I may be a Weaver but you are the spider here. Now you'll throw Jacinda to the wolves all to fulfill some mad quest." | "Stop your self-aggrandizing, you relic. You found a way to cheat death because you thought these people couldn't save themselves without you. I may be a Weaver but you are the spider here. Now you'll throw Jacinda to the wolves all to fulfill some mad quest." | ||
− | The specter sighs, "We both know your | + | The specter sighs, "We both know your gruff disinterest in the suffering of others is a lie. You may have started that way but you've thrown yourself into the jaws of death to help others without prompting often enough. Even now, you've not said no, only asked that we handle it alone. Well too bad, it's not your choice or mine. They're here because they know something is wrong, and that someone must fix it." |
Moving out of view for a moment the specter does something only Nerta can see before stepping back into the frame, "Jacinda, I pointed out some books that will be useful, hopefully you'll get them in a second. They're journals of mine from when I took a trip to the Roof of the World to steal from the Gods. Some of the pit falls, traps, and creatures that you might run into. I'm sending you that way because I am almost certain that there is a locus somewhere in the mountains but we need to find it. We also need to find eight Dragon Tears, but with any luck one will lead to the other." | Moving out of view for a moment the specter does something only Nerta can see before stepping back into the frame, "Jacinda, I pointed out some books that will be useful, hopefully you'll get them in a second. They're journals of mine from when I took a trip to the Roof of the World to steal from the Gods. Some of the pit falls, traps, and creatures that you might run into. I'm sending you that way because I am almost certain that there is a locus somewhere in the mountains but we need to find it. We also need to find eight Dragon Tears, but with any luck one will lead to the other." | ||
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|Content=The Wren sat atop a pile of dusty books on a chair in the deep library, crouched with her soft-booted feet tucked up under her as usual. She listened with wide saucer-eyes as the Old Man--Aldo, she corrected herself--described his past life and delved into the depths of the lore she had been steeped in as a young one. They were familiar tales to nod along to until they weren't. He went further into stories she had not heard, of darkness and Dragon Blood, of stealing from the web. Her heart jumped when he mentioned that he had visited the Roof of the World, had stolen from the Gods. Trills of fear cooled the sense of purpose that she had been feeling. This was not Undead, this was their Masters. And the Life Bringer would smile upon the Wren and her friends for their efforts, if they survived. There were many other possible paths that her mind's eye saw vividly; many bleak and terrible futures. Were they alone to confront this threat in the name of the World and Gods? | |Content=The Wren sat atop a pile of dusty books on a chair in the deep library, crouched with her soft-booted feet tucked up under her as usual. She listened with wide saucer-eyes as the Old Man--Aldo, she corrected herself--described his past life and delved into the depths of the lore she had been steeped in as a young one. They were familiar tales to nod along to until they weren't. He went further into stories she had not heard, of darkness and Dragon Blood, of stealing from the web. Her heart jumped when he mentioned that he had visited the Roof of the World, had stolen from the Gods. Trills of fear cooled the sense of purpose that she had been feeling. This was not Undead, this was their Masters. And the Life Bringer would smile upon the Wren and her friends for their efforts, if they survived. There were many other possible paths that her mind's eye saw vividly; many bleak and terrible futures. Were they alone to confront this threat in the name of the World and Gods? | ||
− | As her new friends and fellows began to pledge to his quest, the Wren's quick-blinking eyes went to Nerta. Her friend, the one like her. Nerta was suited to the web. Did she guess it? Would she need her feathered friend? | + | As her new friends and fellows began to pledge to his quest, the Wren's quick-blinking eyes went to Nerta. Her friend, the one like her. Nerta was suited to the web. Did she guess it? Would she need her feathered friend? Yet what of fallen Kevan? Would he have stayed, and help? She wondered about his quest. The others, Jass- and Jet, they were strong. Decisions made fast. Good to travel with. How would the Wren help? |
"I can read," Wren chirruped from her perch, her eyes fixed back on her friend Nerta, "and travel swift, can fight. I want to help friend Nerta, most. I want to help Old Aldo. I know Blight. And maybe..." | "I can read," Wren chirruped from her perch, her eyes fixed back on her friend Nerta, "and travel swift, can fight. I want to help friend Nerta, most. I want to help Old Aldo. I know Blight. And maybe..." | ||
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− | Nerta exhales slowly, her eyes too hot, and just stares at Jacinda. So long as the | + | Nerta exhales slowly, her eyes too hot, and just stares at Jacinda. So long as the mad woman drew breath she would fight. She would fight for peace, for the hopes and dreams of others; for the life she never got. |
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“So you’ll do this then.” It was not a question. “We’ll need to be lucky.” Plucking the battered volume from the shelf, Nerta moves to pass it up to Wren, “Let’s get ready then, we have a long road to the mountains.” Gaze sweeping back around to the Old Man, Nerta sighs, “At least I’ll get to go home, for a short time anyway.” | “So you’ll do this then.” It was not a question. “We’ll need to be lucky.” Plucking the battered volume from the shelf, Nerta moves to pass it up to Wren, “Let’s get ready then, we have a long road to the mountains.” Gaze sweeping back around to the Old Man, Nerta sighs, “At least I’ll get to go home, for a short time anyway.” | ||
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|Content=Standing on the foredeck of the Dawn Rider, Ryosuke Guile stands with his hands clasped behind his back, his white hair blowing gently in the pre-dawn stillness. Wearing a heavy cloak over his black and green robes, he has more the aura of a scholar than a battle-hardened cavalier. Looking forward, he sees the imposing cliffs and towering silhouette of Agyr City’s Imperial Palace looming on the horizon. Whistles and cries abound across the ship as the sailors begin preparations for final approach, using their signal lanterns in a codified way to notify the Agyrian Harbourmaster that they come in peace, and for non-mercantile purposes. | |Content=Standing on the foredeck of the Dawn Rider, Ryosuke Guile stands with his hands clasped behind his back, his white hair blowing gently in the pre-dawn stillness. Wearing a heavy cloak over his black and green robes, he has more the aura of a scholar than a battle-hardened cavalier. Looking forward, he sees the imposing cliffs and towering silhouette of Agyr City’s Imperial Palace looming on the horizon. Whistles and cries abound across the ship as the sailors begin preparations for final approach, using their signal lanterns in a codified way to notify the Agyrian Harbourmaster that they come in peace, and for non-mercantile purposes. | ||
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|Content=Waking from his stupor in front of the elaborate gates leading into the Academy complex, Ryosuke finds himself tremoring slightly as he catches his breath. A small age seemed to pass before his eyes as he gazes across the grounds, seeing things in the nighttime mists that befuddle and confuse him. Shaking his head to clear the phantoms from his vision, Ryosuke draws the small black buckler that hangs on his back and places it on his left arm. As soon as he finds his grip within the enarmes, the mists around him seem to dissolve and a clear trail is lined up ahead of him. | |Content=Waking from his stupor in front of the elaborate gates leading into the Academy complex, Ryosuke finds himself tremoring slightly as he catches his breath. A small age seemed to pass before his eyes as he gazes across the grounds, seeing things in the nighttime mists that befuddle and confuse him. Shaking his head to clear the phantoms from his vision, Ryosuke draws the small black buckler that hangs on his back and places it on his left arm. As soon as he finds his grip within the enarmes, the mists around him seem to dissolve and a clear trail is lined up ahead of him. | ||
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The fabled stone table dominated the small reliquary, dividing the group from the new arrival. As the flames gutter and dance the Old Man arches a brow while Nerta twists about and slips her spear into her hand to eye the fading twilight. Finding the darkness to become a man she tenses, “Who are you stranger?” | The fabled stone table dominated the small reliquary, dividing the group from the new arrival. As the flames gutter and dance the Old Man arches a brow while Nerta twists about and slips her spear into her hand to eye the fading twilight. Finding the darkness to become a man she tenses, “Who are you stranger?” | ||
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|Content=Slipping his hand free of his buckler, Ryosuke takes a single half-step forward and places his right fist against his open left palm as he bows before the assembled people in the room. The light from the nearby flames revealing a white haired man, clean shaven, and wearing a heavy black cloak over green and black silk robes, with a heavy golden chain pinned with silver fox-heads clasping his cloak at his neck. Putting his shield away quickly, he speaks to the woman who had addressed him. | |Content=Slipping his hand free of his buckler, Ryosuke takes a single half-step forward and places his right fist against his open left palm as he bows before the assembled people in the room. The light from the nearby flames revealing a white haired man, clean shaven, and wearing a heavy black cloak over green and black silk robes, with a heavy golden chain pinned with silver fox-heads clasping his cloak at his neck. Putting his shield away quickly, he speaks to the woman who had addressed him. | ||
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|Content=The slight, birdlike woman stretches up on tiptoe to see the newcomer, her small pointed face appearing over Nerta's shoulder. Her round eyes widen at the Baron's splendidly-dressed appearance, and habitual suspicion creeps into her expression. She glances around at the collected adventuring party, all watching the new arrival with various surprised reactions, and attempts to find Aldo in the mirror. The Old Man, too, is quietly pondering the arrival. They would find out soon enough what this man's true intent was. Without guidance from the others, and feeling impatient to get along with their terrifying quest, Wren decides to move. | |Content=The slight, birdlike woman stretches up on tiptoe to see the newcomer, her small pointed face appearing over Nerta's shoulder. Her round eyes widen at the Baron's splendidly-dressed appearance, and habitual suspicion creeps into her expression. She glances around at the collected adventuring party, all watching the new arrival with various surprised reactions, and attempts to find Aldo in the mirror. The Old Man, too, is quietly pondering the arrival. They would find out soon enough what this man's true intent was. Without guidance from the others, and feeling impatient to get along with their terrifying quest, Wren decides to move. | ||
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|Content=“Well met! Should I call you ‘Wren’, or would you prefer ‘the Wren’? It is a fascinating sobriquet, and one with quite a tale I imagine.” Ryosuke says in his lilting voice as he bows slightly to the curtsying woman with the birdlike appearance. | |Content=“Well met! Should I call you ‘Wren’, or would you prefer ‘the Wren’? It is a fascinating sobriquet, and one with quite a tale I imagine.” Ryosuke says in his lilting voice as he bows slightly to the curtsying woman with the birdlike appearance. | ||
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|Content=A tall, brawny woman with the gear of a seasoned fighter pushed off the pillar she had been leaning against. | |Content=A tall, brawny woman with the gear of a seasoned fighter pushed off the pillar she had been leaning against. | ||
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|Content=Raising one eyebrow questioningly at the muscular and heavily-armed woman as she speaks, Ryosuke nods his head gently to her question, setting his white locks tumbling around his face. | |Content=Raising one eyebrow questioningly at the muscular and heavily-armed woman as she speaks, Ryosuke nods his head gently to her question, setting his white locks tumbling around his face. | ||
”I did not know I would find anyone here, Good Jacinda. Nor was I particularly looking for anyone to be here beyond the docents and book-keepers. Such places have usually been abandoned to my fellow scholars and the scribes, in my experiences... the Gods know that the libraries of Irondale are empty of people these days... As to how I came by this particular place, it veritably shines like a beacon to those who have the luxury of excessive study. I went through every tome in Firbalt, Heen, and Gethsemene... none could explain, nor begin to touch on the matter of the Arcane ‘web’.” Ryosuke explains, calmly holding his hands together behind his back and making eye contact with each person in the room as he speaks. | ”I did not know I would find anyone here, Good Jacinda. Nor was I particularly looking for anyone to be here beyond the docents and book-keepers. Such places have usually been abandoned to my fellow scholars and the scribes, in my experiences... the Gods know that the libraries of Irondale are empty of people these days... As to how I came by this particular place, it veritably shines like a beacon to those who have the luxury of excessive study. I went through every tome in Firbalt, Heen, and Gethsemene... none could explain, nor begin to touch on the matter of the Arcane ‘web’.” Ryosuke explains, calmly holding his hands together behind his back and making eye contact with each person in the room as he speaks. | ||
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“That left me with only two options.... come to the Agyrian Academy to look for information or travel to the nexus points myself and see if, and possibly how, they have been tampered with. That is my plan after I leave Agyr, anyway. But upon arriving at the Eternal Flame and seeing its wavering strength, it was as though I had been roped and dragged to this particular reliquary. I know not the how of it, and imagine a geas has been placed upon me...” he trails off, thinking back to the imperative that overtook him when he entered the city of Agyr itself. | “That left me with only two options.... come to the Agyrian Academy to look for information or travel to the nexus points myself and see if, and possibly how, they have been tampered with. That is my plan after I leave Agyr, anyway. But upon arriving at the Eternal Flame and seeing its wavering strength, it was as though I had been roped and dragged to this particular reliquary. I know not the how of it, and imagine a geas has been placed upon me...” he trails off, thinking back to the imperative that overtook him when he entered the city of Agyr itself. | ||
“Enough of me. What of you all? Be you friends or foes of the Arcane? What brought you to this holding place of legends, lore, and dangerous information? For all I know, you have ill intent and intend to rob the Academy. I have answered your questions, repeatedly and amicably, and courtesy dictates a return in kind.” Ryosuke says, the gentleness in his voice fading and turning to a frigid and perilous tone. His eyes begin to show the colour scarlet taking over in large quantities, smothering the wisps of other colours in his broken-iris eyes. | “Enough of me. What of you all? Be you friends or foes of the Arcane? What brought you to this holding place of legends, lore, and dangerous information? For all I know, you have ill intent and intend to rob the Academy. I have answered your questions, repeatedly and amicably, and courtesy dictates a return in kind.” Ryosuke says, the gentleness in his voice fading and turning to a frigid and perilous tone. His eyes begin to show the colour scarlet taking over in large quantities, smothering the wisps of other colours in his broken-iris eyes. | ||
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|Content=The Old Man’s enigmatic expression remains difficult to read all throughout the exchange. There is clearly a sense of mirth to it but there is something more as well, perhaps a familiar sadness? | |Content=The Old Man’s enigmatic expression remains difficult to read all throughout the exchange. There is clearly a sense of mirth to it but there is something more as well, perhaps a familiar sadness? | ||
As the stranger puffs up his chest the ethereal words call from the mirror, “A fine show sir, you are fit for the stage. But herein is the puzzle: Are you the last samurai assembled for the quest, or a sinister sorcerer on the hunt for power. I have my guess…” Trailing off the specter chuckles, “But as to your question: you’re late to the party, I just explained this.” | As the stranger puffs up his chest the ethereal words call from the mirror, “A fine show sir, you are fit for the stage. But herein is the puzzle: Are you the last samurai assembled for the quest, or a sinister sorcerer on the hunt for power. I have my guess…” Trailing off the specter chuckles, “But as to your question: you’re late to the party, I just explained this.” | ||
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