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| + | :The contents of this page are not readily available to everyone, either because it is sensitive or because it is rare or otherwise little known knowledge. It is here for purpose of archiving, and this should be kept in mind while reading the contents of this page and all it's subpages.<br> | ||
| + | :In short, the contents of this page are to be considered '''OOC''' knowledge, except for Hericus himself. | ||
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| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
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| + | Seated atop his palanquin, touring the city Vates raises his hand for the bearers to stop. His gaze shifts to study the stranger and his small contingent of soldiers before a rich and warm voice calls, "More outlanders have come to visit our city, I see. Welcome to you all." | ||
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| + | Hericus bowed at the leader atop the palanquin. | ||
| − | + | I am grateful to you, o great one, for your welcome. Is there any way I could learn more about your people, and their culture? | |
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| − | + | Hericus bowed again at the end of his words, and nervously awaited a response. | |
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| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
| + | |Content=Smiling faintly with mouth closed, "Perhaps. What is it you wish to learn?"Welcome to you all." | ||
| + | |Title= Grandmaster | ||
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| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
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| + | Hericus, surprised at so direct a response, thought which question to ask first, hundreds flashing through his mind, now that he had the chance, why could not they come easily to mind? | ||
| − | He | + | He finally decided to ask in a voice still a little high due to nerves, "Who are your people? What is your culture and your beliefs? |
| + | I find that only through finding our similarities can we find common ground.." | ||
| + | Hericus bowed again and awaited a response. | ||
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| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
| + | |Content=Drumming his claws against the armrest Vates tilts his bald head. The mirror pools of radiance that were his eyes study Hericus with passing interest, his warm voice amused, "Such questions have many answers. Each different depending on who does the asking, and who the answering." Sweeping his strong arm around the squat stone dwellings and multitude of human faces lining the streets, "There are many options available to you, many answers to your questions. Have you sought them as well?" Turning back Vates leans forward in his seat, "Regardless, you have asked me, and I will answer momentarily. However first I have a question of my own, why are these things of importance to you? " | ||
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| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
| + | |Content=Hericus took a while to digest what he heard, and carefully though about the question posed to him, why indeed did he want to know it, but there were many reasons. | ||
| + | "Your question... I have a few reasons. My name and reputation has been soiled by a power seeking fanatic, and by helping clear misconceptions about your people will help me make a new name for myself. Another is the inner desire of my people to unlock the secrets of our world, it is almost a instinct with us." | ||
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| + | |Sender=Vates | ||
| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
| + | |Content=Vates studies Hericus for a long time, as though attempting to read if there was a deeper understanding to the words. Finally nodding his head once his voice amused, "Indeed." | ||
| − | + | Tapping his claw against his chin Vates ponders how best to answer the questions, "We are... the children of circumstance and......" | |
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| − | Hericus | + | The response was cut short as the crowed further down the causeway suddenly burst into a wail. The weakest among them collapsed to their knees, clutching their head, while the strongest grit their teeth against the pain and raged. Turning his head sharply to gaze down the road, Vates hisses out his frustration. Cries of agony and rage echoed, and soon Hericus too could feel the approaching wave. Soon the light whisper in the back of his head blossomed into a shriek, the unending cry seemed to lance through his heart and grip his soul. |
| + | As the hellish cacophony rose Hericus could see the great behemoth clattering towards him. A black tower of interlocking bone plates, the multi-limbed horror skittered along on six talon-like legs while the four syth-like arms high up on their extra long torso glided menacingly through the air. Rushing headlong towards the palanquin soon enough the thresher like maw could be seen, writhing in anticipation, while compound eyes gazed on. | ||
| − | + | Before Hericus could blink the creature descended upon his few soldiers, flailing its barbed limbs, striking out left and right. The men did what they could to shrug off the hideous sound and defend themselves, but all too soon the black monolith was stained red with gore and blood. Worst of all, was the dreaded screech, the soul rending anger transformed into a triumphant coo, the hot blood of good men satiating the creature for a few moments. Yet all too soon it turned towards Hericus, intent on rending him asunder. | |
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| − | + | Sick to your stomach already from the wanton sight of death you shiver as Vates stands and opens his mouth wide. With teeth like knives and a mouth, no a maw, beyond impossible for a man, the previously eloquent daimon roared in rage at the juggernaut Ira. The two stood locked in contest, a battle of wills for the last outlander, the primal cries echoing through the city. Finally after what seemed an eternity, with the inky blackness of unconsciousness threatening to claim Hericus from the tugging at his soul, the bloody monster relents and retreats back down the street, with a smoldering gaze. | |
| − | + | Turning to look down at Hericus Vates composes himself with effort, and calls to the zuma people who struggled to their feet with his previous warm timber, "Our guest is injured. See to his health, I would have him strong and fit. Inform me when he has awakened.... | |
| − | + | There is more, but Hericus blacks out just as the strong, human, hands grip him. | |
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| + | OOC: To fit it all together I took a few liberties with your character. I apologize if they do not fit well with Hericus' personality, and have no problem with you changing those parts you might find unacceptable. That said, Hericus will awaken in the hands of the zuma healers, and will not easily be able to leave the city. You may pick up from there and do as you wish, perhaps even gaining the answers you seek. | ||
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| + | |Type=Roleplay | ||
| + | |Sender=Hericus | ||
| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
| + | |Content=Hericus's heart raced as he watched the two creatures fight it out, a battle the likes of which he had never seen. His heart filled with fear at the magnitude of the conflict. The titanic battle finally ended in favor of the one who had been friendly to him, and its opponent scuttled away on its many legs. | ||
| − | + | Hericus heard Daimon Lord Vates say something, and humans immediately came to tend to him. His weak body finally succumbed to its wounds, his head spun wildly, and he fell in a dead faint. | |
| − | + | Two days later, Hericus awoke, with the realization this his wounds had almost completely healed. The native healers had tended well to him, and he was astonished that they had managed it so soon. The healers were fussing over him, and every thing he needed was available. It was clear to Hericus that no expense had been spared, and he was very gratefull for it. | |
| − | + | A healer came quickly when summoned, and Hericus bade him to thank his lord for his hospitality, and for saving his life. He also asked for permission to be able to thank his lord in person. | |
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| − | + | {{Message2 | |
| + | |Type=Event | ||
| + | |Sender=Vates | ||
| + | |Recipients=Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | ||
| + | |Content=Entering the room soon after your request, Vates stands relaxed, once again looking more or less like any man. "I am pleased to see you have recovered yourself outlander, and so quickly too. Alas your men did not fair so well, an unnessary waste..... You must allow me to make amends; join me for dinner where we might discuss these things that intrest you." | ||
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Revision as of 08:59, 29 October 2008
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| Event from Vates | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Seated atop his palanquin, touring the city Vates raises his hand for the bearers to stop. His gaze shifts to study the stranger and his small contingent of soldiers before a rich and warm voice calls, "More outlanders have come to visit our city, I see. Welcome to you all." | |
| Vates (Grandmaster) | |
| Roleplay from Hericus | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Hericus bowed at the leader atop the palanquin.
I am grateful to you, o great one, for your welcome. Is there any way I could learn more about your people, and their culture? Hericus bowed again at the end of his words, and nervously awaited a response. | |
| Hericus (Noble) | |
| Event from Vates | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Smiling faintly with mouth closed, "Perhaps. What is it you wish to learn?"Welcome to you all." | |
| Vates (Grandmaster) | |
| Roleplay from Hericus | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Hericus, surprised at so direct a response, thought which question to ask first, hundreds flashing through his mind, now that he had the chance, why could not they come easily to mind?
He finally decided to ask in a voice still a little high due to nerves, "Who are your people? What is your culture and your beliefs? I find that only through finding our similarities can we find common ground.." Hericus bowed again and awaited a response. | |
| Hericus (Noble) | |
| Event from Vates | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Drumming his claws against the armrest Vates tilts his bald head. The mirror pools of radiance that were his eyes study Hericus with passing interest, his warm voice amused, "Such questions have many answers. Each different depending on who does the asking, and who the answering." Sweeping his strong arm around the squat stone dwellings and multitude of human faces lining the streets, "There are many options available to you, many answers to your questions. Have you sought them as well?" Turning back Vates leans forward in his seat, "Regardless, you have asked me, and I will answer momentarily. However first I have a question of my own, why are these things of importance to you? " | |
| Vates (Grandmaster) | |
| Roleplay from Hericus | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Hericus took a while to digest what he heard, and carefully though about the question posed to him, why indeed did he want to know it, but there were many reasons. "Your question... I have a few reasons. My name and reputation has been soiled by a power seeking fanatic, and by helping clear misconceptions about your people will help me make a new name for myself. Another is the inner desire of my people to unlock the secrets of our world, it is almost a instinct with us." | |
| Hericus (Noble) | |
| Event from Vates | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Vates studies Hericus for a long time, as though attempting to read if there was a deeper understanding to the words. Finally nodding his head once his voice amused, "Indeed."
Tapping his claw against his chin Vates ponders how best to answer the questions, "We are... the children of circumstance and......" The response was cut short as the crowed further down the causeway suddenly burst into a wail. The weakest among them collapsed to their knees, clutching their head, while the strongest grit their teeth against the pain and raged. Turning his head sharply to gaze down the road, Vates hisses out his frustration. Cries of agony and rage echoed, and soon Hericus too could feel the approaching wave. Soon the light whisper in the back of his head blossomed into a shriek, the unending cry seemed to lance through his heart and grip his soul. As the hellish cacophony rose Hericus could see the great behemoth clattering towards him. A black tower of interlocking bone plates, the multi-limbed horror skittered along on six talon-like legs while the four syth-like arms high up on their extra long torso glided menacingly through the air. Rushing headlong towards the palanquin soon enough the thresher like maw could be seen, writhing in anticipation, while compound eyes gazed on. Before Hericus could blink the creature descended upon his few soldiers, flailing its barbed limbs, striking out left and right. The men did what they could to shrug off the hideous sound and defend themselves, but all too soon the black monolith was stained red with gore and blood. Worst of all, was the dreaded screech, the soul rending anger transformed into a triumphant coo, the hot blood of good men satiating the creature for a few moments. Yet all too soon it turned towards Hericus, intent on rending him asunder. Sick to your stomach already from the wanton sight of death you shiver as Vates stands and opens his mouth wide. With teeth like knives and a mouth, no a maw, beyond impossible for a man, the previously eloquent daimon roared in rage at the juggernaut Ira. The two stood locked in contest, a battle of wills for the last outlander, the primal cries echoing through the city. Finally after what seemed an eternity, with the inky blackness of unconsciousness threatening to claim Hericus from the tugging at his soul, the bloody monster relents and retreats back down the street, with a smoldering gaze. Turning to look down at Hericus Vates composes himself with effort, and calls to the zuma people who struggled to their feet with his previous warm timber, "Our guest is injured. See to his health, I would have him strong and fit. Inform me when he has awakened.... There is more, but Hericus blacks out just as the strong, human, hands grip him. OOC: To fit it all together I took a few liberties with your character. I apologize if they do not fit well with Hericus' personality, and have no problem with you changing those parts you might find unacceptable. That said, Hericus will awaken in the hands of the zuma healers, and will not easily be able to leave the city. You may pick up from there and do as you wish, perhaps even gaining the answers you seek. | |
| Vates (Grandmaster) | |
| Roleplay from Hericus | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Hericus's heart raced as he watched the two creatures fight it out, a battle the likes of which he had never seen. His heart filled with fear at the magnitude of the conflict. The titanic battle finally ended in favor of the one who had been friendly to him, and its opponent scuttled away on its many legs.
Hericus heard Daimon Lord Vates say something, and humans immediately came to tend to him. His weak body finally succumbed to its wounds, his head spun wildly, and he fell in a dead faint. Two days later, Hericus awoke, with the realization this his wounds had almost completely healed. The native healers had tended well to him, and he was astonished that they had managed it so soon. The healers were fussing over him, and every thing he needed was available. It was clear to Hericus that no expense had been spared, and he was very gratefull for it. A healer came quickly when summoned, and Hericus bade him to thank his lord for his hospitality, and for saving his life. He also asked for permission to be able to thank his lord in person. | |
| Hericus (Noble) | |
| Event from Vates | |
| Message sent to Message sent to everyone in the region Nightmarch (2 recipients) | |
| Entering the room soon after your request, Vates stands relaxed, once again looking more or less like any man. "I am pleased to see you have recovered yourself outlander, and so quickly too. Alas your men did not fair so well, an unnessary waste..... You must allow me to make amends; join me for dinner where we might discuss these things that intrest you." | |
| Vates (Grandmaster) | |
