Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[hafrogman]

Tristan nods his greetings to the inhabitants of the cave.

"My name is Tristan . . . my companions can introduce themselves. We come from a world called Tol'mara, and we have just arrived here this morning. Thank you for your welcome to this shelter."

 

[Ashy]

Isror nods and replies, "Ain't much, but th' more bodies, the better - keep us all warmer..."

 

[Vendetta]

"And I am Xerxes Arya," Says the Xeph. "How long have you been here? And can you tell us of the city to the west?

 

[Ashy]

"'Fickle's Favor 'pon ya, Xerxes... Now tha' last question is a easy, but th' second one is a bit tougher ta answer. Ya see, we're all native to th' Forge. We're not seeds, such as yaself. I was born to the Clan Klannuch to th' south o' 'ere, atop a string o' mountains known as Frost's Teeth, just inside da border of Th' Vault." Isror strokes his chin, as well as the few scragly white whiskers that grow there; his eyes gain a distant look for a moment. "My, my, if I'd only know then wha' I know now, I'd never left them windswept crags..." He shakes his horned head slightly, as if clearing away the cobwebs of memory from a former life.

"Qyt'tyl here-", at which point the massive insect tilts its head slightly, "-I believe is from Gloomskein. Though most folk'll tell ya 'at place don't exist. An' my dear Yana...", the ram-man looks over to his betrothed with a fond smile on his features. "Was born in th' slave pits of th' 'Asherake himself." Isror spits, as does Qyt'tyl (as if mimicking the ram-creature). "She's never seen tha borders of Arena, tho' she will, or by my blood..."

Again the ram-creature has to reign in his emotions, but then, gripping one balled fist in the other hand, he continues. "That city, eh? Well, that'd be Meheloas Harbor. I guess you would'a seen that while ya were a'floatin' about, eh?"

 

[deadestdai]

Baja thumbs his chest, cautious of the ram man and his companions, but still wanting to give off a good vibe, smiles at him. Me am Baja. Glad you didn't shoot them arrowz at us.

 

[Voadam]

The ram-man snorts, "Why d'ya think we're holed up in here, scared like rabbits? We bow ta none of 'em, lest til we see that there be one worth bow'n'ta! We once paid homage ta th' Asherake - er, da Grand Asherake, ta hear some poor bastards talk! Ain't nuthin' grand 'bout 'em, if'n ya ask me. A heartless, greedy-grubbin' warlord if ever one walked th' sands, suren!" The fellow takes a breath and tries to regain a bit of his composure.

"We're free here. Scratchin' out a livin' - barely, but at least we're free." The ram-creature extends his hand to Kyron; it looks like a normal human's hand: five fingers, nails and all, with the sole exception that it (like the rest of his body) is covered with a thick layer of fine, wool-like, and dirty-white hair.

"M'name's Isror and this is my missus, Yana-", he indicates the female ram-creature with a slight wave of his other hand. "How long ya been 'ere? Where ya from?"

Kyron takes Isror's hand in his gauntleted one, the light of his being shining out from the joints of his armor.

In the tongue of men I am called Kyron Shadowstalker. The wounded Frey is called PC. We are very new here and would appreciate what you could tell us of the powers that be in the area. There was a military force that decimated a group of people nearby, it looks like the soldiers arrived by airship. Would this be the work of the Asherake or another? I would be interested in knowing what gods, greater powers, and pantheons hold sway here as well. Particularly the powers of planar Evil. In addition if you have a receptacle I can summon water for everyone to share, and if Kiera believes it will help I can provide supernatural healing for your companion's wounds or attempt to purge his body of poisons if that is what ails him.

 

[Ashy]

Baja thumbs his chest, cautious of the ram man and his companions, but still wanting to give off a good vibe, smiles at him. Me am Baja. Glad you didn't shoot them arrowz at us.

Isror returns the smile, "Me too, Baja. While we are all purdy good at fightin' and castin', I don't think that th' three o' us coulda took th' lot o' you on and done any good...even with th' high ground at our heels. Barbello must have big plans fer you folks."

 

[Ashy]

Kyron takes Isror's hand in his gauntleted one, the light of his being shining out from the joints of his armor.

In the tongue of men I am called Kyron Shadowstalker. The wounded Frey is called PC. We are very new here and would appreciate what you could tell us of the powers that be in the area. There was a military force that decimated a group of people nearby, it looks like the soldiers arrived by airship. Would this be the work of the Asherake or another? I would be interested in knowing what gods, greater powers, and pantheons hold sway here as well. Particularly the powers of planar Evil. In addition if you have a receptacle I can summon water for everyone to share, and if Kiera believes it will help I can provide supernatural healing for your companion's wounds or attempt to purge his body of poisons if that is what ails him.

Isror shakes Kyron's hand, but the ram-creature's brow furrows as Kyron speaks. It is still furrowed when he is done. "Ya asked 'bout the powers that be - surely ya at least saw Barbello when she brough ya in. She always taunts her seeds - usually strips 'em near naked and drops 'em in the desert ta boot!" Isror tugs on his chin whiskers again. "Ya, them sounds like the tactics o' th' Asherake: droppin' a battalion er two down behind some dunes using magics and da risin' heat o' da day mask their ships." Qyt'tyl chitters off-handedly and Isror drops down to one knee, nodding to the giant insect-creature. He then spits on the floor, and draws a symbol in the spittle:

"Did any bear this symbol?", he asks, looking up with golden eyes.

"And Yarish, the poor dear, if he ever wakes, can tell you of these powers and pantheons of which you speak. Goodness knows he rarely hushes about them." The words are softly spoken by Yana, yet her words seem to carry across the room as if there was no space there are all. Her voice is, at once, soothing, and commanding. "But they that rule, and yet still are slaves here, on the Forge, are the Seven, the Flock."

"Aye, th' missus be right, as usual", grins Isror. He then looks to the large mantis and nods his head. "Kyron, we'll take ya up on yar offer fer water. Qyt'tyl here'll get us somethin' ta put it in. Only Yarish needs any healin', tho, but we're most thankful." Isror's grin then fades, "But didn't Barbello tell ya about her and the rest o' th' Flock? Most unlike her not ta gloat..."

With that, Qyt'tyl scuttles off into the darkness, bowing over almost double. He returns in a few moments with several clay and metal pitchers.

 

[Vendetta]

Xerxes grins. "Actually, Barbello didn't bring us here. We are here for... other... reasons. We will do what we can for you. Do you like music?" Using his powers to control sound, Xerxes creates a few simple tunes from his childhood memories. He looks into darker crevices in the cave as the tune plays through.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan glances at the symbol Isror drew and nods slowly.

"Yes, that was the symbol of the winning side of the battle that we saw the aftermath of."