Darksun Killer In Ravenloft PT I

[dead_radish]

Tallask looks at the boy in confusion. His normally rapid speech is slowed by his uncertainty. "He asked for me? Tallask Water Hunter? The merchant?" Receiving confirmation from the boy, he waves him off absently, giving him 2 bits for his work.

He turns to Ayla. "I...I have been summoned by a Templar. How long until the caravan is ready to travel again?" "Two days at the least, m'love," she replies.

"Dammit." Tallask sighs, and shifts nervously. "Then apparently I go."

Fearing trouble, he dons his Inix Hide armor, grabs a longspear and buckler from his wagon, and checks to be sure the rest of his gear is in place. He ties his sandy brown hair back in a ragged ponytail using a piece of leather, and considers for a moment. His concern gets the better of him, and resolves to make his way near to the tavern, and then prepare himself for full combat mode. He could just as easily be going out the window as the door from this venture. "Get the men ready, Ayla - we may need to leave Kalidnay fast. If we have to, we leave the water and the barrels. But the wagon and the animals must be ready to leave at a moment's notice." She merely nods.

Tallask then sets off towards the tavern, pushing his way through the thick crowds in the elven market, using the point of his spear to persuade those that refuse to move. His well-built physique, rare among the willowy elves, makes it easier to traverse the market as well. No one calls out greetings to him as they do to others, but his presence is noted.

(OOC: If I make it to the tavern without incident, before I enter, I'll be manifesting: Bio-Booster (1 0th lvl power, 1 hr duration), Force (2nd 0th lvl, 6 minutes), Chrysalis (1 free 1st lvl, 60 minutes), Lesser Metaphysical Weapon (2nd free 1st lvl, 6 hours), and Animal Affinity twice, once on Dex through a Jungle Cat, once on Str through a Mellikot (6 pts, 6 hrs), which will give him a slighlty spotted skin, and thicken legs and arms.) I'll enter w/o weapons drawn.)

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren stared at the boy through the eye slits of his dark crystalline mask. Without a word, he nodded, and motioned the boy on.

Jayzon, he thought to himelf. Why would the templar be looking for him? Perhaps he sought a mercenary? Sorren didn't like the idea of working for a templar, the price would be high.

He adjusted the hood that covered his head, and began picking his way through the crowd. The crystalline mask and drilbu marked him as a mindbender to those who knew about such things, and most people made a point to be out of the way of mindbenders.

Those not smart enough to move where pushed away by the field of force that Sorren suddenly manifested around himself. [Inertial Armor]

He made his way quickly to the Red Scorpion. This had better be good.

 

[Jeremy]

Drincheck is wrapped in heavy robes and shrouded against the sun. He tries to whisper a question of how to get to the appointed place, but in the roar of the market place, his damaged voice is unable to be heard.

Drinchek settles for a nod and is forced to spend the rest of the morning searching for the Tavern.

If he arrives early, he will simply find himself somewhere to sit and catch his breath. Even inside he will stay shrouded so as not to draw trouble or attention for his strange looks.

What could the Templars possibly want with me? This needs to be handled delicately or I could chance to find myself in extremely dire straits.

 

[Jarval]

Odten thanks the boy, his nervousness hard to read for those unfamiliar with his race.

Jayzon? What does he want with me? I doubt he knows of my magic, for I'd already be in cell, or worse. Or perhaps he does, but wishes to try blackmail. The pterran shakes himself slightly, trying to cast off these thoughts. I must go, regardless. Not responding to his summons is as good as admitting my guilt.

Clutching at his staff, Odten makes his way towards the tavern, dark thoughts clouding his mind.

 

[megamania]

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[megamania]

DARKSUN
KALIDNAY KILLER
EN WORLD
SEGMENT 002


For greater speed, you travel along the outer garden way. This cobblestone road is wide enough for three carts led by Inix. Fortunately, few of these large lizard-like creatures are allowed within the city-limits. You can see slaves working the fields of food crops and Purple Roses. Slave masters with whips and barbed prodding sticks encourage harder work from them. You would pity them if not for the fact you could be the next one working a hoe or barrel. With that fleeting thought, you look away and walk with more purpose.
You pass a merchant wagon that once carried iron from Tyr. Undoubtibly the iron will go towards weapons used by the military to protect the city and it’s gold. Gold is the main export of this city. The strongest slaves go there to dig in the mountains under watchful and skilled eyes of templars and fellow bullies. Rumor has it that a new vien of precious minerals has been located by the dwarves. Enough gold to buy two hundred ½ Giants to do the work.
Another merchant cart has been stopped by a greedy templar. You catch tidbits of the conversation. The merchant just sold a large amount of Afgari wood to the Arena masters. The templar is demanding a new tax of it. The merchant barters agressively until a large stone statue walks into sight. The statue is a golem. It is carved to look like the ruler of this city. 7 foot tall, the massive statue losses none of her beauty or her menace. The merchant pays the tax and gives a hefty tip extra for the templar. The templar pockets the tip and ½ of the toll tax also. You know better than to make eye contact with the templar as you finally pass him.
Finally reaching the northern most section of the city, near the templarite compounds and royal houses, you pause for a moment then leave the Outer Gardenway Road. You welcome the occational bits of shade you receive as you walk between stone and mud homes and business buildings. You look for the familiar sign depicting a red scorpion. All businesses have pictures for signs since ilitteracy is high. Most cities it is illegal to know how to read. Though Kalid-Ma encourages the arts, the templars seem to place more pressure on teachers NOT to teach reading and writing now. Someday, you are sure there will be no reading allowed even here.
Several adventurer looking types are taking a break from the dry heat inside. You take a seat and see no sign of Jayzon or any other templar for that matter. More freemen come and go. You see no one you recognize. It is Midday now. What will you do?

Send me your replys by Sunday night.

 

[Jeremy]

He's late? Not good.

Drinchek surveys the tavern for a back exit and finds a place where he has easy access to it but can still watch the front door.

Logistically this is not a good place for an ambush. So why am I so sure this is going to end badly for me? Other than the fact templars are involved, and that I'm in the city, and he knows my name. Yeah, this is going to be bad.

Is that Odten walking in!?

 

[dead_radish]

Just ooc: Will this be a once a week posting game, or will we be speeding up the pace at some point?

Tallask looks around the room, wondering if anyone else has been summoned. If the Templar isn't here yet, that's likely. He studies the rest of the people in the room, assessing each of them as a threat or an ally. Seeing a P'terran, he is surprised. He also notes with interest the number of mindbenders in the room. Maybe this is simply a census action, or something similar.

Still, he does not relax, and he keeps the command thought that allows him to increase his already considerable running speed at the fore of his mind as he orders wine and meat from the server.

 

[Velenne]

Dukotti watches the tavern from his shaded position across the street. The datto in the robes looks like he's been in the desert too long. Some others in there look like criminals too. No signs of templars, though. This is good. But no sign of Jayzon either. The elf wraps his arms around his knees and continues to watch the tavern and the streets for signs of ambush. He is confident of his position, and is ready to spring into motion at the first sign of trouble. This whole situation stinks of rotten kank to him.

(Dukotti is hiding across from the tavern, watching for danger.)

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren soon found himelf seated in a dark corner of the inn positioned so that he could see the whole room clearly. He remained cloaked and hooded, his crystal mask still covering his face. He might need it's powers in the coming confrontation.

As the serving girl neared, he ordered only water and sat waiting patiently for the templar to arrive.