Canthan falls in line as the group proceeds nodding in confirmation of Ysande's request, as they approach the gate he speaks. "I am struck by the ancient elven poem." Canthan clears his throat and speaks, reciting each line first in elven before translating into common, "The abyssal horde...
"It is all a matter of perspective. We can choose to think of it as another obstacle or as an opportunity to demonstrate our abilities." Canthan remarks as he gazes towards camp. "Either way, hope for the best but expect the worst and take nothing for granted. Canthan turns to the group, and...
"If you are able to teleport a portion of our group, I can take Big and two others. And as for spells," Canthan turns to Ysande, "Do you think you can convince the general to have his mages open their books to us thereby ensuring that our success is in no small part to his aid? I would submit...
"Like the blood-stained whore walking the streets, I too sell my services to whomever can afford them." Canthan quietly remarks as he watches the cloud of smoke curl and fold in upon itself as it drifts by.
How did she know, or does she merely suspect what I am after... I have made previous...
Canthan nods as the others recount their information filling in where holes are apparent.
OOC Canthan will wait for the others to reveal what they know and he will fill in the holes
Canthan takes his seat, relaxes and listen to William and Big before beginning his own soliloquy. “The nations fell upon their neighbors, consumed or were consumed, devoured or were devoured. For years there was war. War and disease. War and decay. War and despair. War and death. Who can say how...
“She dwells in their veins, her throne is in their heads. Her decree makes no sound but in the ear of him who must carry it out.” Canthan remarks as he makes his way towards the door.
Thanks for the acknowledgment of his blunt, tactless approach. I figure Canthan as a detached driven, mad man that lacks certain social graces as opposed to the raving lunatic on a mission.
"Bleck'oggcht a bebilith, a superficial resemblance brought about by ignorance or stupidity, either way it is an incorrect categorization. Bleck'oggcht should not be so disparaged." Canthan replies curtly. He is currently focused on the Mystic and Bleck'oggcht, inattentive to the particulars of...
"Mores the pity, he could have been so much more useful." Canthan remarks rather flippantly when the soul winks out. He makes his way in casually stepping over bodies and wreckage paying little heed to the condition of his surroundings. His gaze washes over the three before him, resting on each...
When the group meets at the gate Canthan introduces himself, "Since we shall be working together, let us be introduced. You shall know me as Canthan. I have not discerned the name of our companion as of yet but I have determined that he does not like being asked about matters of his life or...
"Best not to cast here least I feel the wrath of the hordemistress." Canthan thinks aloud to himself. "We best make our way to the others."
OOC I don't want to monopolize any game time so unless the others wish to do something, lets take it up at the gate.
After Canthan determines that the soul can communicate he continues to ask it questions as he makes his way through the building. "Is your killer close?" Canthan waits for a response. He follows up. "Will you depart once you have located him for us? Will you leave before that time? Do you want...
"We are in agreement then. I will see you two shortly at the main gate." Canthan makes his way back to the room, gathers his supplies, and heads out to the main gate to meet with the others.
Once parted from the others Canthan questions the soul, "If you understand me flash twice. If you can...
Nephtys, I realised when I addressed planar spells, I removed Contact other Plane, so I added it back in. If it would be considered epic magic for this world let me know it can be removed. I need exposure to it or commune for picking up omniscient whispers.
I figure I can handle picking up my...
As the great doors open Canthan feels the rush of power and presence that is the hordemistress wash over him. He approaches, mechanically, like an automaton, focused not on what is before him but what surrounds him. Momentarily closing his eyes during the approach he focuses on the raw power...
“One hour has arrived?” Canthan remarks with a smile as the quasit returns. “I would ask your service in binding my hair," Canthan continues as he finishes the last leather cord on his long curly locks, but upon noticing the lesions, “but I so do wish to be presentable for the Hordemistress...