Rystil Arden said:
*Nissa shakes her head.*
"I...I can...trust me, I know what they can do," Nissa frowns slightly, remembering her time at Ananke's hands, "Thank you again for your aid. It seems that we may still yet have hope."
"
There is always hope little one. Now, mind what I said about your disguise. You'd be better off saving the full 'persona' you portrayed for the truly ignorant... or those easily awed. What you are might lend itself well enough, with a convincing story, to being an agent. I'm sure you have other disguises too. The time elementals I'm familiar with would not bestir themselves from their seats of power when they could have someone else do it for them," he says in the way of parting advice. Then he'll smile at the neriad and let her find her own way out. The void genasi shopgirl below watches her with the vaguest hint of being impressed, but otherwise ignores her departure.
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Erekose13 said:
"I am ready with the message. I would like it to say. 'This is Vaukriel, I need your help. Taala has been deposed, we are opposing the coup. Can you meet me aboard the Khora Aisa?' That is all." says Vaukriel.
ooc: it was 25 words right? If not he'll elaborate.
The pale man concentrates, closing his eyes for a long moment. Then he opens them again, and they show a pale blue, a startling contrast to the blank and dead white they displayed before. "
I will sent on of my spirits of the air to you, be watching," he says in a voice that echoes with wind and rumbling stones. Another blink, and the man's eyes go back to their blank whiteness.
"
Did you get the answer you require?" he asks, with an odd tilt to his head.
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Shayuri said:
Trebuchet nods and looks at Lupaz, then back at Sh'rad.
"It is greatly appreciated. I will contact you soon with more specific instructions. Until then, observe, carefully, what the usurpers are doing and remember until we speak again."
Not sure how to end the communication, he lowers the bottle from his mouth...then as an afterthought sets the obsidian shard down.
He regards them thoughtfully, then glances at the old man. "Will these objects function again? If so, will you consider selling them to us?"
Kelleris said:
Ah yes, I hate this part. Unfortunately, Trebuchet, I suspect that the kinds of goods we can easily offer to conclude this negotiation would not be of interest to one such as Sho'brakka. Hopefully whatever favor he requests will not take us too far out of our way. Still, a way to contact Sh'rad at will in the future is more than I had hoped for, if this device will allow further communications.
Lupaz sits back and regards Sho'brakka with an unflinching gaze tinged with a bit of suspicion. He is clearly not expecting to be pleased with the seer's terms.
As Trebuchet takes the shard and bottle down, the scene around him fades back to Sho'brakka's odd hut. At the question, Sho'brakka twirls a gloved finger around his moustache and seems to consider with some gravity. But Lupaz has the impression that The Dreammind has had a price in mind since they walked in the door, or perhaps even before then.
Reaching down, Sho'brakka draws two pictures, one of a dog's head, and one of Trebuchet's skull-like visage. Above them, in thought bubbles, he draws vague images, the kind of oddly disconnected things that might occur in dreams. Then he draws a circle around them, and makes a gathering gesture toward himself, as if taking something in possession. Then he draws fourteen moons and fourteen suns.
A fortnight of dreams. For the use of the bottle and shard, Sho'brakka the Dreammind requires in payment a fortnight of your dreams, night dreams or day dreams or nightmares, he wants them all.
