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<blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 6755069" data-attributes="member: 6677509"><p><strong>Ersun, Thiara</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Thiara:</strong> Removes a scroll from a scroll case on her belt. <span style="color: #4B0082">"Teleportation magic isn't without risk, but the actual process is simple. All I have to do is read this scroll, touch anyone I wish to travel with, and envision the desired destination. Let us be on our way."</span> (Caster Level Check to read from scroll, DC 10: = 24, Success) She says as she reaches over to place her hand on your arm.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>For an instant you are overwhelmed with a dizzying sensation and the sound of air whooshing around you (Teleportation Mishap Check: = On Target) before you find yourself on a veranda behind a modest manor house. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>You are on the surface now, after sunset, beneath a grey clouded sky. As you take a breath you can literally taste the strange flavor of the air, while the nights chill carried on the slightest breeze sends tingles across your skin. Sounds of the town around you are strangely distant, lacking echoes. It is an altogether surreal experience.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As you glance around to catch your bearings you note this veranda overlooks a garden, surrounded by a stone wall (abutting the manor) which features a sturdy postern gate. The walls of the manor and the surface of the veranda beneath your feet are likewise made of stone. Wooden posts support an open roof of wooden lattices over the veranda draped with ivy that provides good shade during the day.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The manor has a backdoor, with a single lantern hanging beside it that has its wick turned low so its light is actually subdued. Three shuttered windows are spaced in the manor wall beside the backdoor, beside which stands a pair of akhenaten guards who react to your strange and sudden appearance with obvious alarm. Both reach for weapons! One grabs for a scimitar at his waist while the other raises a loaded crossbow in your direction!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Guards:</strong> -Speaking Common- <span style="color: #808080">"Intruders!"</span> They both shout from about 15 feet away. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The guards are not the only person on the veranda however. Another akhenaten man, much older, sits in a high-backed chair with his feet propped up on a footstool. On either side of him are low tables. One has a fat-bottomed glass bottle and two glasses. The other has a box of cigars and an ivory bowl full of ash from the one in his fingers. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The old man does not react fearfully to your appearance. He merely leans forward, squinting at you through cigar smoke with elderly eyes that do not see so well anymore.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Thiara:</strong> Ignores the guards and bows her head respectfully towards the old man. <span style="color: #4B0082">"Please pardon the intrusion Rasul. I have come with that guest after all."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The old man raises a hand to put his guards at rest. These are not normal guards however. You sense they are genuine killers, probably murderers, who still hold their weapons tensely, almost eagerly though not quite so threateningly as they were until his gesture of forbearance. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Rasul:</strong> <span style="color: #6699ff">"Of course..." </span>Coughs <span style="color: #6699ff">"I'm always happy to do the lady Thiara a favor. Please sit." </span>He says with hoarse, wheezing speech. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Thiara:</strong> Steps closer but does not sit. <span style="color: #4B0082">"I'm afraid I have no time for conversation tonight old friend. I only have time to make this introduction."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Rasul:</strong> Coughs. <span style="color: #669999">"</span><span style="color: #6699ff">A pity... but your haste has cause. The news from Masaeus is very dire after all."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Thiara:</strong> <span style="color: #4B0082">"Quite so."</span> She gestures towards you to step closer. <span style="color: #4B0082">"This is Ersun. He's one of the Underfolk I told you about."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Rasul:</strong> Squints at you as you step up beside her. <span style="color: #6699ff">"Remarkable! Hard to believe they used to be human?" </span>He asks of Thiara. Meanwhile the guards by the backdoor literally cannot help but stare at you with hands still nervously clutching their weapons. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Thiara:</strong> <span style="color: #4B0082">"I'll let Ersun answer that. I'm sure he'll act politely while he's your guest."</span> She answers giving you a long look to make sure there is no mistaking her sincerity. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Rasul is in his mid sixties, lightly tanned with thinning grey hair combed back across a spotted scalp. His dark eyes, receded though they are above bony cheekbones, are calm with the confidence of someone who's already lived a lifetimes worth of challenges. His lips, thin and bloodless though they are, are not without feeling as they curl into a smile revealing yellowed teeth. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Rasul is dressed in fancy thobe (leggings) and kandura (buttoned tunic) beneath a fur-lined cloak that warms his old bones. His feet bare comfortable shoes. The only thing that seems out of place about his look of a rich commoner at the peak of his leisure is the sword belt draped over the arm of his chair. An ivory-handled short sword and dagger are affixed to it. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>[Ersun:</strong> What do you do?<strong>]</strong></em></p><p><em></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="narayan, post: 6755069, member: 6677509"] [b]Ersun, Thiara[/b] [I][B]Thiara:[/B] Removes a scroll from a scroll case on her belt. [COLOR=#4B0082]"Teleportation magic isn't without risk, but the actual process is simple. All I have to do is read this scroll, touch anyone I wish to travel with, and envision the desired destination. Let us be on our way."[/COLOR] (Caster Level Check to read from scroll, DC 10: = 24, Success) She says as she reaches over to place her hand on your arm. For an instant you are overwhelmed with a dizzying sensation and the sound of air whooshing around you (Teleportation Mishap Check: = On Target) before you find yourself on a veranda behind a modest manor house. You are on the surface now, after sunset, beneath a grey clouded sky. As you take a breath you can literally taste the strange flavor of the air, while the nights chill carried on the slightest breeze sends tingles across your skin. Sounds of the town around you are strangely distant, lacking echoes. It is an altogether surreal experience. As you glance around to catch your bearings you note this veranda overlooks a garden, surrounded by a stone wall (abutting the manor) which features a sturdy postern gate. The walls of the manor and the surface of the veranda beneath your feet are likewise made of stone. Wooden posts support an open roof of wooden lattices over the veranda draped with ivy that provides good shade during the day. The manor has a backdoor, with a single lantern hanging beside it that has its wick turned low so its light is actually subdued. Three shuttered windows are spaced in the manor wall beside the backdoor, beside which stands a pair of akhenaten guards who react to your strange and sudden appearance with obvious alarm. Both reach for weapons! One grabs for a scimitar at his waist while the other raises a loaded crossbow in your direction! [B]Guards:[/B] -Speaking Common- [COLOR=#808080]"Intruders!"[/COLOR] They both shout from about 15 feet away. The guards are not the only person on the veranda however. Another akhenaten man, much older, sits in a high-backed chair with his feet propped up on a footstool. On either side of him are low tables. One has a fat-bottomed glass bottle and two glasses. The other has a box of cigars and an ivory bowl full of ash from the one in his fingers. The old man does not react fearfully to your appearance. He merely leans forward, squinting at you through cigar smoke with elderly eyes that do not see so well anymore. [B]Thiara:[/B] Ignores the guards and bows her head respectfully towards the old man. [COLOR=#4B0082]"Please pardon the intrusion Rasul. I have come with that guest after all."[/COLOR] The old man raises a hand to put his guards at rest. These are not normal guards however. You sense they are genuine killers, probably murderers, who still hold their weapons tensely, almost eagerly though not quite so threateningly as they were until his gesture of forbearance. [B]Rasul:[/B] [COLOR=#6699ff]"Of course..." [/COLOR]Coughs [COLOR=#6699ff]"I'm always happy to do the lady Thiara a favor. Please sit." [/COLOR]He says with hoarse, wheezing speech. [B]Thiara:[/B] Steps closer but does not sit. [COLOR=#4B0082]"I'm afraid I have no time for conversation tonight old friend. I only have time to make this introduction."[/COLOR] [B]Rasul:[/B] Coughs. [COLOR=#669999]"[/COLOR][COLOR=#6699ff]A pity... but your haste has cause. The news from Masaeus is very dire after all."[/COLOR][COLOR=#669999][/COLOR] [B]Thiara:[/B] [COLOR=#4B0082]"Quite so."[/COLOR] She gestures towards you to step closer. [COLOR=#4B0082]"This is Ersun. He's one of the Underfolk I told you about."[/COLOR] [B]Rasul:[/B] Squints at you as you step up beside her. [COLOR=#6699ff]"Remarkable! Hard to believe they used to be human?" [/COLOR]He asks of Thiara. Meanwhile the guards by the backdoor literally cannot help but stare at you with hands still nervously clutching their weapons. [B]Thiara:[/B] [COLOR=#4B0082]"I'll let Ersun answer that. I'm sure he'll act politely while he's your guest."[/COLOR] She answers giving you a long look to make sure there is no mistaking her sincerity. Rasul is in his mid sixties, lightly tanned with thinning grey hair combed back across a spotted scalp. His dark eyes, receded though they are above bony cheekbones, are calm with the confidence of someone who's already lived a lifetimes worth of challenges. His lips, thin and bloodless though they are, are not without feeling as they curl into a smile revealing yellowed teeth. Rasul is dressed in fancy thobe (leggings) and kandura (buttoned tunic) beneath a fur-lined cloak that warms his old bones. His feet bare comfortable shoes. The only thing that seems out of place about his look of a rich commoner at the peak of his leisure is the sword belt draped over the arm of his chair. An ivory-handled short sword and dagger are affixed to it. [B][Ersun:[/B] What do you do?[B]][/B] [/I] [/QUOTE]
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