Anything But Normal, Sailing the Endless Falls...

Wait, Trebuchet. We should ask if there is a limit to the information that can be sent. I know that such spells often have such limits on their power.

When you speak to this friend of yours, make clear to him what we need to know - the obvious doings of the Kingdom, and no more. Delving too deeply into the time lords' business could get everyone involved into trouble.


OOC: Just thought I'd throw a post up here, to get things started again and so this thread will be on the front page where I can find it. :)
 

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Trebuchet hesitates, then looks at the oracle. He hadn't spoken yet, even with the silence gone, but it was worth a try.

"This dog has suggested I ask if these implements have limits on their use. A set number of words, or syllables or similar. Do they?"
 

Rystil Arden said:
(OOC: Does Nissa remember this guy, that he's using her familiar shortened name? If so, assume she uses his name and acts generally more familiarly)

*Nissa sighs in resignation. Apparently her attempt was so poor that they not only found her out, they also recognised exactly who it was. At this point, the facade is pointless, so she drops her disguise.*

"The Kingdom is in grave and terrible peril because of the reagents you are supplying the time elementals," Nissa explains, "They plan to use them to wrest control of the weirds' senses and dominate their minds, seizing completely the mandate of the Kingdom of Knowledge and dooming the kingdom and its inhabitants forever to their tyranny. You have seen what happened to the Tempest Twins--the time elementals are not to be trusted, and they do not keep good faith even with their own supposed allies. I must know more of their supply lines and the eldritch ingredients they seek. They must be stopped."
The man shakes his head, looking sad.

"Child, you are skilled, never doubt that. If it had not been I who was watching you, few could have penetrated your disguise. Use it with a bit more discretion and you may find other doors opening to you. I have skills of my own, skills I have perfected over several lifetimes to penetrate lies and deceptions. I know you through-." He stops abruptly and purses his lips together. "I cannot say, it is worth too much to say. But one who loves you, trust in that." He shakes his head again as if to dispel a mood.

"But enough social chit-chat. Your news is disconcerting in the extreme, and one trusts time elementals at one's peril, but dear one, what are you suggesting to do about it? How to stop them? If I cease to sell to them, they will wonder and begin to look into... things. Then they may become... displeased. Such a being's displeasure is hard to bear. What are you proposing?"

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Trebuchet hesitates, then looks at the oracle. He hadn't spoken yet, even with the silence gone, but it was worth a try.

"This dog has suggested I ask if these implements have limits on their use. A set number of words, or syllables or similar. Do they?"
Sho'brakka doesn't seem to react to your words as much as your gestures of inquiry and confusion. Sho'brakka points to the smiley face, your contact in Chronotrypsis' court, and then to the obsidian shard and again mimes writing something on it with the iron quill. He then points to the symbols representing contact between Trebuchet and the obsidian elemental and again mimes talking into the flask.

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"I have a ring and a spellshard. The first expands the number of spell matrices that a caster might hold onto and the second empowers a particular arcane spell with specific additional effects." replies Vaukriel.
"The ring would be worth a secured and bonded message of substatial length to a known recepient, as well as a reply. Would you desire such a service?"
 

"That will be acceptable. Must the recipient be known to yourselves? Or will my knowledge of the subject be sufficient? I wish to contact Tk'sssar'assa, god of the mountain." says Vaukriel as he removes the small feathered gold ring from his finger.
 

"No, I suppose you cannot just stop selling to them. However, if a band of rebels were to somehow intercept a crucial shipment, one with a component that was unique or irreplacable for the ritual, then the time elementals would not be able to complete it, and they could not place the blame on you. All we need to know is where and when...and such a leak could not be definitively traced, for after all, it could have been a Divination that told us, and the time elementals should know well that I had a very persistent teacher in such things," she unconsciously fingers the circlet, "We would shoulder all the risk, and it isn't a big deal, since the Time Elementals are already desperate to find us all, kill us, and take what we have, so they can't possibly be any more frantically on our tails than they already were."

"But allowing the Time Elementals to complete the ritual cannot be allowed. With both power over time and knowledge of its secrets, they would be all-powerful. Please! We can't allow the Time Elementals to succeed in this. The risk of it is far too great. The risk of helping me in this way is small, and the rewards would be great. Even if I fail, it is still no worse for you than if you hadn't done anything at all. I beg you for your aid, sir."
 

Trebuchet stares at the Dreamer blankly...though his lack of facial expression makes all his staring pretty blank.

Finally he says, "I think I understand."

Then he picks up the quill and writes on the shard of obsidian, Sh’rad.

He then picks up the obsidian and speaks into the bottle while holding it.

"Do not give any visible sign that you can hear my voice, Sh'rad. This is Trebuchet. Indicate if you can speak safely right now with an inarticulate vocalization of a sort natural to your kind. Once for no, twice for yes."
 


Erekose13 said:
"That will be acceptable. Must the recipient be known to yourselves? Or will my knowledge of the subject be sufficient? I wish to contact Tk'sssar'assa, god of the mountain." says Vaukriel as he removes the small feathered gold ring from his finger.
"Your knowledge will be sufficient. And the content of your message will be purged from all hands, eyes, and minds after it is sent. Please, step into my office," the tattooed man says, gesturing you to an open doorway. Once inside, the doorway seems now to be a plane of opaque smoke, preventing any from looking inside. Also, you hear none of the small sounds of conversation or shuffling papers from the outer room. The room inside is light and airy, with panes of what seems to be frosted glass letting in daylight from the west. Gauzy curtains in pale blue and cream flutter on the walls in an unseen breeze. Cushions of pale hues are in a circle on the floor, and the man takes his seat upon them and spreads his hands.

"Speak your message to Tk'sssar'assa, and it will reach his ears on the winds," he intones, his voice echoing oddly.

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Rystil Arden said:
"No, I suppose you cannot just stop selling to them. However, if a band of rebels were to somehow intercept a crucial shipment, one with a component that was unique or irreplacable for the ritual, then the time elementals would not be able to complete it, and they could not place the blame on you. All we need to know is where and when...and such a leak could not be definitively traced, for after all, it could have been a Divination that told us, and the time elementals should know well that I had a very persistent teacher in such things," she unconsciously fingers the circlet, "We would shoulder all the risk, and it isn't a big deal, since the Time Elementals are already desperate to find us all, kill us, and take what we have, so they can't possibly be any more frantically on our tails than they already were."

"But allowing the Time Elementals to complete the ritual cannot be allowed. With both power over time and knowledge of its secrets, they would be all-powerful. Please! We can't allow the Time Elementals to succeed in this. The risk of it is far too great. The risk of helping me in this way is small, and the rewards would be great. Even if I fail, it is still no worse for you than if you hadn't done anything at all. I beg you for your aid, sir."
The mage's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline and look as if they make take up permanent residence there, so great is his surprise. He blinks at you as if you suddenly turned purple and is stunned into silence for a long moment.

"Well!" he says, sounding impressed. "It seems this little water mouse has gained the teeth of a sea lion!" There's another brief pause, and he turns to the side and snaps his fingers. In an instant, a small dragonet appears, its scales crystaline, and its size no larger than a housecat.

"Ivy, I have a message for you. The very important package I have ready is to go to the docks by tomorrow morning. Take it to the Pungent Shrew and deliver it to the care of Captain Grass. Tell the captain he must sail north, taking the long way around the Glass Maelstrom before entering Iceangel Lake and the Kingdom of Knowledge, because of the security procedures demanded by the package's buyer. There can be no connection between me and the buyers. None. He must be discrete. Take the package and payment without delay. If we're lucky, Captain Grass will be rounding the Maelstrom in three days. Thank heavens no one is foolish enough to go through it and intercept him, because that would be a distaster. Go now, Ivy," he says carefully, before turning back to Nissa.

"I'm terribly sorry dear, I had to dispatch that errand. I can't help you with this foolishness you've asked me, you understand? My old bones just aren't up for it. Run along now dear, and give me regards to-." He catches himself, and then smiles and shrugs sheepishly. "Just have a safe journey, Nissa."

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Shayuri said:
Trebuchet stares at the Dreamer blankly...though his lack of facial expression makes all his staring pretty blank.

Finally he says, "I think I understand."

Then he picks up the quill and writes on the shard of obsidian, Sh’rad.

He then picks up the obsidian and speaks into the bottle while holding it.

"Do not give any visible sign that you can hear my voice, Sh'rad. This is Trebuchet. Indicate if you can speak safely right now with an inarticulate vocalization of a sort natural to your kind. Once for no, twice for yes."
From the shard, a picture begins to billow up from it, first showing what seems to be an illusion, a perfect replica of the Knowledge Court in miniature. But as Trebuchet speaks, the illusion grows and seems to become more solid. In an instant, Treb and Lupaz are no longer sitting in the dirt in the hut of a crazy seer in the Blade of Bluegorge, but standing in the midst of the Court, right in front of an animate pile of spikey black obsidian shards.

Trebuchet can hear his words seem to echo throughout the room, but only Sh'rad seems to hear them. His head (or what you assume to be so) perks up. Looking around at the massive form of other obsidian elementals, he takes a few cautious steps backwards so he is now behind a massive pillar. Looking around at the tapestries as if bored, he rubs one shard-like finger with another, twice.
 

Startled by the manifestation, Trebuchet takes a moment to look around and take it in. Then he focuses on Sh'rad.

"I have determined that it is in the best interests of myself, and of the Kingdom of Knowledge, if I keep myself apprised of the happenings in the palace. You could be of great importance in doing that. It will be very dangerous to you though. Though at first I would simply ask you to be alert and seek out information of value, then report it to me when I am able to contact you, later on there may be other tasks of greater risk."

He pauses to let Sh'rad digest that, then says, "If this is acceptable to you, please indicate yes or no as before. If you say no, I will attach no ill will to you in any way, and will think no less of you. It is no small thing I ask. You are a good friend, and I would not place you needlessly or carelessly at risk."
 

"Well!" he says, sounding impressed. "It seems this little water mouse has gained the teeth of a sea lion!" There's another brief pause, and he turns to the side and snaps his fingers. In an instant, a small dragonet appears, its scales crystaline, and its size no larger than a housecat.

"Ivy, I have a message for you. The very important package I have ready is to go to the docks by tomorrow morning. Take it to the Pungent Shrew and deliver it to the care of Captain Grass. Tell the captain he must sail north, taking the long way around the Glass Maelstrom before entering Iceangel Lake and the Kingdom of Knowledge, because of the security procedures demanded by the package's buyer. There can be no connection between me and the buyers. None. He must be discrete. Take the package and payment without delay. If we're lucky, Captain Grass will be rounding the Maelstrom in three days. Thank heavens no one is foolish enough to go through it and intercept him, because that would be a distaster. Go now, Ivy," he says carefully, before turning back to Nissa.

"I'm terribly sorry dear, I had to dispatch that errand. I can't help you with this foolishness you've asked me, you understand? My old bones just aren't up for it. Run along now dear, and give me regards to-." He catches himself, and then smiles and shrugs sheepishly. "Just have a safe journey, Nissa."

"Thank you. That is the most I can ask of you without subjecting yourself to needless risk," Nissa nods slightly in thanks, "If we all just do what we can, we will be able to win back our kingdom, I know it."
 

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