Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[Voadam]

Kyron nods to Qyt'tyl once the pseudonatural mantis-man places the jars down.

Kyron intones an invocation of conjuration drawing on power to tap into the elemental plane of water. Extraplanar light bursts out as several temporary gates are formed and pure, wholesome drinking water fills the pitchers entirely (14 gallons of water are summoned up to the limit of the receptacles).

What happened to Yarrish? You mentioned revenge against the Asherake.

 

[Ashy]

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."

Isror nods, "Aye. Tha'll be th' Asherake's symbol, suren! Did ya see any others?"

 

[Ashy]

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.

Isror seems so stunned by Xerxes' initial statement that he does not even hear the request for, or the music itself. Also, Qyt'tyl and Yama look to the psion with looks of complete surprise and a tint of disbelief on their features...

"W-what did ya say, seed??"

 

[Ashy]

Kyron nods to Qyt'tyl once the pseudonatural mantis-man places the jars down.

Kyron intones an invocation of conjuration drawing on power to tap into the elemental plane of water. Extraplanar light bursts out as several temporary gates are formed and pure, wholesome drinking water fills the pitchers entirely (14 gallons of water are summoned up to the limit of the receptacles).

What happened to Yarrish? You mentioned revenge against the Asherake.

Everyone in the room not of your party stands or sits in stunned silence, waiting on the reply of Xerxes...

 

[Ferrix]

Kiera will lay her hands upon the halfling, motes of golden light begin to drift about her body, and then coallesce around her hands and suffuse the halflings body with a hazy aura of sunlight.

OOC: expend my dispel magic for a cure serious wounds 3d8+13

So concentrated upon the task of healing, she almost doesn't notice the eerie silence which has fallen over the room. Raising her eyes, the motherly look of what have you done casts upon Xerxes.

 

[Ashy]

Kiera will lay her hands upon the halfling, motes of golden light begin to drift about her body, and then coallesce around her hands and suffuse the halflings body with a hazy aura of sunlight.

OOC: expend my dispel magic for a cure serious wounds 3d8+13

So concentrated upon the task of healing, she almost doesn't notice the eerie silence which has fallen over the room. Raising her eyes, the motherly look of what have you done casts upon Xerxes.

OOC: Wonderful roleplaying here, gang!

The hafling's wounds knit completely and his eyelids flutter open, revealing bright, inquisitve green eyes. Yarish beholds Kiera and his mouth hangs open for a moment and then he sputters..."Y-y-you're beautiful!" Nearby Yana groans, "Not again...", she mutters.

 

[Voadam]

The hafling's wounds knit completely and his eyelids flutter open, revealing bright, inquisitve green eyes. Yarish beholds Kiera and his mouth hangs open for a moment and then he sputters..."Y-y-you're beautiful!" Nearby Yana groans, "Not again...", she mutters.

Kyron nods appreciatively at the quality of Kiera's divine conjuration of healing magic then turns back to the ram people to continue his questions.

"So Yana, is Barbello one of 'the Seven Flock' you mentioned? Does the flock grab creatures from other worlds sometimes using black birds? I do not know the exact nature of the magic that brought us here and put us down on the desert but it was not anything that identified itself as Barbello, there was no taunting, and there was no stripping of items. Are these Seven a unified force that each would act that way? You mentioned they were slaves as well, do they serve another higher up? Do they have machinations amongst themselves that one might summon us and send us into this realm here. I wish strongly to learn these things as well as the nature of these beings. Are they fiendish lords, godlings, or something different.

Oh yes, and we have horses and a mule who cannot seem to fit through the entrance, is there someplace we can shelter them?"

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan folds his arms across his chest and avoids meeting the eyes of their hosts while they shoot stunned looks at Xerxes. He had wondered if mentioning their true home was giving away too much, but this was a fair step beyond that. He looks gratefully at Kyron when the cleric tries to change the subject, but he doubts the ploy will work.

 

[deadestdai]

Baja had remained silent thus far because he was not very good at talking and sounding smart or important like his friends. Plus, he kinda felt that too much chattering was a waste of energy. Why, with all the energy his friends wasted, they could have eaten half a bison!

Bison..... Now there was a good thought..... Hot, honey glazed bison, fresh from the spit..... Juices running down yer throat and spilling over yer chin when you bit into a haunch.....

A very audible rumble issued from Baja's now very hungry stomach, sounding something close to a small thunderstorm. Baja tried his best to hide how he felt, as he knew what was going on was very important. But any who looked, would see him subconsciously licking his lips and rubbing his griping belly.

 

[Vendetta]

Xerxes was taken back by the reactions of his friends... especially Baja who was licking his lips with a dreamy expression on his face. Had they not already shown the power of Pelor through Kiera to them? Had his friends not already been established as "seeds"? Had they not already shown that they had not been stripped of possessions and taunted? Why then pretend otherwise? Had he said too much? He didn't think so. Perhaps his saying that they had arrived for "other reasons" had been too much... Perhaps his friends didn't read these people as he did. And if his friends didn't, did Xerxes read these new beings incorrectly. Again, he didn't think so.

Isror had already mentioned his regret at coming here from his homeland and spoke as a rebel might of those in power. Xerxes didn't believe that he and his friends could accomplish their mission alone. By no means! That meant that they would need allies. Who better than these? He'd not revealed their mission, but mearly wanted to see how the fish were biting.

But... now he doubted himself. His friends had shown as much shock as the Ram-people and praying mantis like creature had. Again, he wished he could read minds as well as send his own thoughts... it was a talent he decided he would spend some effort learning.

Yet, he never had. Strangely, it was exactly those powers his family had specialized in, a trait of his family line. Yet he did not know how to do it. Why? Until recently, he'd never seen a reason for it? Why would he need to know the thoughts of others? Why would they not simply tell the truth? Why sould anything other than the truth be spoken?

Xerxes had grown up basically knowing only one person. After than, he'd been drafted for this vary mission and spent the last few years training with his friends. But suddenly, meeting these new people in this envirornment, the potential danger...

Xerxes felt a spring of fear well up in him as all eyes turned to him. What thoughts were hidden behind those portals to the soul called eyes? Xerxes wished now that he knew. But since he didn't, what choice did he have? Play the cards he'd already delt and hope that he lived through the night.

"Yes." Xerxes said, his throat dry as if filled suddenly with cotton. The tune fades away with a long, flat "d" chord. "Barbello's power did not bring us here. You have seen for yourself the power Pelor granted through Kiera there. Tristan spoke of it when he first called out our banner to you. We are all brought to the place that we are for a reason. Such is the way of the fates."