Dawn of the Warforged

EvilPlatypus · May 26, 2014

The light of the moons were channeled through a huge dragonshard suspended in a massive orery, far away from the prying eyes of all mortals, save one. The cloaked shape waited patiently at the feet of its master, untill finally the rumbling, raspy voice resounded in its head, the draconic revelations gripping his vision, his movement, his breathing. A few hours later it awoke on another continent with a splitting headache, nose and ears encrusted with dried blood. While washing the filth away, its thoughts were on the prophesy, and their meaning for the future.

'The dreamless and the sleepless will merge, fighting against a realm they cannot reach. One from sixty-seven, fivefold divided is locked away but holds the key to the portal that must be found.'

A start had to be made. Time is short. The conjunction is almost upon us.

EvilPlatypus · May 27, 2014

Haztaratain Monastery, Adar.

The dromite guide stood waiting at the courtyard of the monastery. He had appeared two days ago, bearing a message from the Elected Consort, asking for the services of Valharath and Rothitash. He wanted them to be travel-ready for a trip to Zi'Til'natek, but could or would not say more. After a debate amongst the elders, it was decided that the two Klasashtar would be sent to join their guide, as a token of goodwill towards the Dromite Queen and her Elected Consort.

EvilPlatypus · May 27, 2014

Ancient ruins, Somewhere in the swamps north of Zarash'ak, Shadow marches.

"Mosquitos. Inbred savages. Filthy swamps. I hate this place."

The constant cussing of Traxxas d'Cannith were audible even though he was sitting in the front barge, where the half-orc guide from House Tharashk was expertly guiding the two barges through the fetid waters of what could be called a river on a good day. The household guards were slapping at the mosquitoes looking enviously at the group of warforged in the second flatboat who were unperturbed by both the moist heat and the swarms of insects.

They had left Zarash'ak seven days ago. Traxxas's mood, which was foul on any day, had only worsened. After waiting for two more days in a flyspeck of a village, he decided to go further inland with the Tharashk guide, rather then spend more time waiting for instructions that didn't appear. It was as if House Cannith had forgotten about him. Finally, near the evening, the objective of their travels appeared : a ruin, overgrown, barely discernible in the swampy wasteland they had been traveling in. With a nod of his head Traxxas directed the warforged to go and start exploring the ruïns while his henchmen went about setting up camp.

(Along with Facet, Glitch and Alecto two more warforged are present, who split off in a different direction to cover more ground more efficiently.)

TillForPie · May 27, 2014

Valharath is the first of the kalashtar to arrive in the courtyard, his coming preceded by the gentle clicking of his staff. The Lightbringer is attractive like most of his kind and has something of an otherworldly presence that makes gauging his age difficult. Tall and lithe, he is devoid of fat and poorly muscled, the result of a lifetime of fasting and meditation. He wears soft sandals and loose, billowing robes that expose most of his upper body, and a glyph of a light-radiating crystal encased in fire has been tattooed across his chest. His staff and clothing are all the Lightbringer carries.

The kalashtar inclines his head to the insectoid, a polite smile playing across his lips. Valharath is calm and quiet, hands crossed one over the other at his belly, staff leaning into the crook of his right elbow.

Isida Kep'Tukari · May 27, 2014

Facet, female personality warforged psionic artificer, with packmate homunculus Trundle

EvilPlatypus said:
"Mosquitos. Inbred savages. Filthy swamps. I hate this place."

The constant cussing of Traxxas d'Cannith were audible even though he was sitting in the front barge, where the half-orc guide from House Tharashk was expertly guiding the two barges through the fetid waters of what could be called a river on a good day. The household guards were slapping at the mosquitoes looking enviously at the group of warforged in the second flatboat who were unperturbed by both the moist heat and the swarms of insects.

They had left Zarash'ak seven days ago. Traxxas's mood, which was foul on any day, had only worsened. After waiting for two more days in a flyspeck of a village, he decided to go further inland with the Tharashk guide, rather then spend more time waiting for instructions that didn't appear. It was as if House Cannith had forgotten about him. Finally, near the evening, the objective of their travels appeared : a ruin, overgrown, barely discernible in the swampy wasteland they had been traveling in. With a nod of his head Traxxas directed the warforged to go and start exploring the ruïns while his henchmen went about setting up camp.

(Along with Facet, Glitch and Alecto two more warforged are present, who split off in a different direction to cover more ground more efficiently.)

Facet was craning her neck to get a more unimpeded look at the ruins before Traxxas has released them. To seek out the new in order the create the new was her function, and one she took most seriously. With Traxxas' word, Facet was off, vaulting onto semi-solid ground and lifting Trundle down so he wouldn't have to swim. He waddled off after her as she scarcely waited for Alecto, Glitch, and the others to disembark. She knew enough to be reasonably cautious; no need to waste infusions on repairing stupidity. She delayed long enough for the more martial members of their group to get their bearings, and then was eager to see the ruins up close. This was, quite literally, what she was built for.

They'd trained together in the war games that she knew the standard operating procedure. Facet was usually in the middle, an easy distance to touch and repair an injured warforged, with Trundle at her side to provide back-up damage in the form of alchemical supplies or power stones. She chafed a little this time, not quite bouncing (it was rather impossible to bounce, considering warforged weight and the waterlogged condition of the ground) in impatience as they drew closer to the mysterious ruins.

JustinCase · May 27, 2014

Glitch

The warforged known as Glitch had been sitting silently in the boat, listening to the sound of the flowing river and the noises from swampland critters, when they arrived at the ruins. Looking up, he quickly scanned the riverbank, while his hands checked the gear on his belt. Grabbing his mace, Glitch disembarked right behind Facet and, inwardly enjoying the sensation of his feet touching the moist ground, prepared himself for any hostile activity.

Shayuri · May 27, 2014

There was a splash behind Glitch, and Alecto quickly moved to catch up with Facet, then tried to keep a step or two ahead. Alecto was perhaps the youngest of the group; hot off the presses, so to speak, and while full of questions seemed reluctant to ask them while non-warforged were around. Taller than most, and slimmer of build, Alecto had no trouble navigating the shallow water of the wetland. The silvery mithril of its outer shell had farings and cowlings that concealed the non-metallic elements of its constructions; one would have to peer between its articulations to see the woody fibers or strange crystals pulsing with light.

Alecto had taken something of a shine to Facet though, owing perhaps to Facet's ability to repair damage to the otherwise difficult to work metal of its hide, and to the realization that they shared a common construction trait in the incorporation of psionically-active crystalline matrices, though Facet's were far more extensive.

"Please don't rush ahead like that," the gleaming warforged said peevishly to Facet. "Ruins like this are often home to dangers as well as treasures."

Rubberneck · May 27, 2014

Rothitash enters the courtyard, heavily armored, with a Greatsword slung across his back. One could barely make out any features other than his size due to his armor. He stood tall and proud, a warrior of his people and assigned to protect Valharath. His safety was top priority. He approaches and addresses Valharath in a deep voice,

"The carriage is ready. We can depart when you're ready."

EvilPlatypus · May 28, 2014

Ancient Ruins

The swamp grounds give way to ancient cracked and pitted square pavement. There is an overpowering smell of rotted vegetables and freshly-turned soil that permeates the air.
The remains of stone arches reach for the sky and what appeared to be low mounds are in fact overgrown small buildings. You're unable to see from where you stand if they are accessible.
There is no obvious movement.

OOC:

If you have a lore skill you feel might be relevant feel free to roll it

EvilPlatypus · May 28, 2014

Haztaratain Monastery, Adar.

The Dromite is both surprised and happy to see the cariage.

"No more walking. Haha. Khalashtar smart and nice." He looks axpectantly at the two Kalashtar.
"We go, yes? Not good to let Consort wait, no?"

If allowed, the Dromite is happy to sit next to the big warrior, indicating you should take the winding road down to the valley and the heartland.