Memories and Portents Chapter #2: Scourge of the Howling Horde

[Asmor]

"Hmm. You know this woman, Antonus?"

"I do," Antonus says, regarding Vorkhad with an untrusting stare, "but I do not believe I know you."

 

[cog_and_taz]

" I am zeril'thin, m'lady. A simple warforged." He directs his attention to Antonus, looking at him with metallic, purple eyes. "And I believe that he, sir, is Vorkhad. A psion of some sort, perhaps?"


[SBLOCK=OOC]If you have a problem with him knowing so much, lemme know. Also, none of you know about dual identity/warlockness/etc. yet, okay? No, no one knows that the weapon shattering happened from him. You can guess, though, if you like. BTW, thanks for letting me join, this is good stuff[/SBLOCK]

 

[Ilium]

Talik stands and nods to Bresh, saying, "I am Talik, an acolyte of the White Rose." He passes his hand over the cut in his cheek and it seems to stop bleeding, though the wound is still an angry red. "I'm sorry we weren't in time to save your people."

[SBLOCK=OOC]Using only a Cure Minor on myself, so still down 1 HP.[/SBLOCK]

 

[airwalkrr]

"Hrm. I was not aware my mental acuity was that obvious," the tall man frowns, "well, it is of no little import as long as you do not mention it to every person that comes along. I've found that common folk tend to distrust 'mind magic.' But do allow me to introduce myself. The warforged is correct in his observation. I am Vorkhad, a wanderer and occassional sellsword. I am pleased to meet you as well, Mr..."

Then, turning to Sten, "Greetings, milady. It is good to see you are uninjured. I am Vorkhad and I hope this little episode did not scare you too much."

[sblock=OOC]He is genteel towards Sten and makes a Diplomacy check to attempt to improve her attitude at a +4 bonus.[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

"Oh, it was just a lucky guess.　There's no need to worry, after all that I've seen, trust and prejudice are both given sparingly."

 

[Asmor]

"Psion, eh? I guess that's why you talk so weird." Turning to Sten, Antonus says, "My name is Antonus. Are you alright? What happened here?"

 

[Enforcer]

Kaine pays attention to his companions, both old and new, while concentrating on the matter at hand--restraining the goblin and questioning it. A mind mage? Best to be vigilant of my thoughts around him. Then he remembers.

"Where is the goblin-translating ring?" Kaine asks Antonus, and then adds for the benefit of the new people, "My name is Kaine."

 

[SecondTime]

"Psion, eh? I guess that's why you talk so weird." Turning to Sten, Antonus says, "My name is Antonus. Are you alright? What happened here?"

The little woman attempts to regain her posture as she describes her business, "I am a servant of the once great Cyran branch of House Ghallanda. I am in the process of transferring an item of great importance from Darguun to Oargev ir’Wynarn, rightful king and ruler the Cyrans of New Cyre. We were almost to New Cyre, when my wagon was attacked by a host of goblins. My Valenar elven escort fought bravely, but they were young and the goblins were too many. Oh thank you for your help, kind sirs! May I join your caravan and implore you help protect my very special cargo for the remainder of the journey? It is but a few hours, and the King himself and my guild will surely reward you if you do?" Her brown meet those of Antonus.

Kaine: after you aquire the ring of translation, the goblin's screeches slowly morph in your ears into something like common, "...the prophets have said! Cyre must die! Goblins will rise!!! Warchief Darax will kill you all!!!"

OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting. Going home for the weekend.

 

[Enforcer]

Kaine asks the goblin what he knows about Mr. Copper.

 

[Ilium]

Talik asks the woman "If I might ask, what is this item you're carrying? Is it something we can expect others to be trying to take from you?"