Darksun Killer In Ravenloft PT I

[megamania]

DARKSUN
KILLER IN KALIDNAY
EN WORLD
SEGMENT 009

Sorren and Tallask walk towards the Psionics Academy. It takes about 15 minutes to arrive there. The building is tall and made of crystals and traditional building supplies of wood and rock. All are invited within it's courtyards. You freely enter.

Listening you can hear many discussions on psionic theory and how to better access the Will and the Way. One speaks of unusual activity in the market area. Rumors of Tari returning to attack the queen and the city once more. Another rumor involves a force of undead recently discovered near the mountains. There is a rumor of a fugitive hiding here, possibly wanted for crimes against the state.

A female wearing only the slightest of clothes tries to lift several heavy stones. When she sees you the stones fall to the ground with a loud thud. She moves away beyond the crowd watching her. At this point a large shadow covers you. You turn to see a tohr-kreen floating above you.

It trys to communicate with ear grating cliks and claks. It grows silent and hovers there waiting for an answer. A human boy, perhaps eight or nine introduces himself-
"I am Sodor. This is Cha'ka. She is a knowledge seeker. She is curious at what brings you here. She senses a quest and need to find someone knowledgable."

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren whipped his obsidian staff behind him and gave a low and respectful bow.

Though he regarded the Tohr-kreen, he spoke in common.

"We too seek knowledge." Lies would be useless here, and he would not risk offense by trying to decieve.

"We seek a Seer. This person we seek has been known to offer her services to a templar. She was recently using her gifts to locate a murderer for the templar before he disappeared."

Letting that information sink in he added, "Master Seer, I implore you, do you know the woman of which we speak?"

 

[megamania]

DARKSUN
KILLER IN KALIDNAY
ENWORLD
SEGMENT 010

Sodor smiles. There could be only one of us that would aid a templar. The Tohr-kreen cliks frantically at the boy. The boy bows his head down. I must go to my studies. I mean not be rude but they can no longer wait.

Knowing the child has been scolded and sent away by the kreen, you turn to her. Her black eyes and chitin shelled face give no hints to her feelings. She settles down onto the ground.

"We....speaks....little if...CLIK....her."
"She is....old.....and the....powers....CLIK-CLIK...weaken her...mind."
"Shes...CLIK...no longer...welcomed...here."
"She has....scared all....inz her....CLIK-CLIK-CLAK ...insanity"
"The one...you seek....is Veena"

Tallask notices immediately that it has grown quiet near them. People turn and look at you and Tallask before moving on.

"She...is CLIK-CLAK...cursed."

"She lives....in the south.....east....in the....warrens."

Seemily with no effort- a rush of words enter your minds-

==Veena once tried to standup to the defilers under Kalid-Ma's influence. Outraged, the defilers tried to remove her from power. She was working on new very powerful, near epic powerful abilities. The defilers struck and were then were attacked back. Both parties were reduced to insanity.==

==Veena was highly respected by myself. She was instrumental in allowing myself- a kreen- to be admitted here. Please- do not bring harm to her.==

"Klik....ask for...her in the...southern...klik....warrens. She....lives....CLIK ...above a potter's....make-place."

The large insectiod bows and turns from you. All eyes are on you. When you leave, you still feel their eyes on you...and know many of these are fact...not just the jitters.

 

[megamania]

DARKSUN
KILLER IN KALIDNAY
ENWORLD
SEGMENT 010

Sodor smiles. There could be only one of us that would aid a templar. The Tohr-kreen cliks frantically at the boy. The boy bows his head down. I must go to my studies. I mean not be rude but they can no longer wait.

Knowing the child has been scolded and sent away by the kreen, you turn to her. Her black eyes and chitin shelled face give no hints to her feelings. She settles down onto the ground.

"We....speaks....little if...CLIK....her."
"She is....old.....and the....powers....CLIK-CLIK...weaken her...mind."
"Shes...CLIK...no longer...welcomed...here."
"She has....scared all....inz her....CLIK-CLIK-CLAK ...insanity"
"The one...you seek....is Veena"

Tallask notices immediately that it has grown quiet near them. People turn and look at you and Tallask before moving on.

"She...is CLIK-CLAK...cursed."

"She lives....in the south.....east....in the....warrens."

Seemily with no effort- a rush of words enter your minds-

==Veena once tried to standup to the defilers under Kalid-Ma's influence. Outraged, the defilers tried to remove her from power. She was working on new very powerful, near epic powerful abilities. The defilers struck and were then were attacked back. Both parties were reduced to insanity.==

==Veena was highly respected by myself. She was instrumental in allowing myself- a kreen- to be admitted here. Please- do not bring harm to her.==

"Klik....ask for...her in the...southern...klik....warrens. She....lives....CLIK ...above a potter's....make-place."

The large insectiod bows and turns from you. All eyes are on you. When you leave, you still feel their eyes on you...and know many of these are fact...not just the jitters.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Before turning to leave, Sorren pressed a hand full of ceramic [5cp] into the hand of the Tohr-kreen. He bowed. "A small contribution to the school. Thank you for your assistance. I assure you, Veena will not be harmed by my actions."

Sorren refused to use the phrase; "will not be harmed by my hand". People who knew him, knew that his hands where not what should be feared. It was his mind... Most talented in the Way took care not to refer to the physical body in metaphors.

Had he used the word "hand", Cha'ka would have likely cought it, and would have saw it as a veiled threat or deception. He hoped his act of charity would be remembered by the kreen. He might have use for a Seer in the future and it was always a good idea to start negotiotions on good terms.

As he and Tallask walked out, his voice softly echoed in the elf's mind. Take care. They still watch.

[OOC: Missive]

 

[dead_radish]

As Sorren converses with the Kreen, Tallask looks about, uncomfortable in the presence of so many true Mindbenders. He attempts to locate others like him - people with skills in weapons as well as the Way, and keeps his eyes peeled as well as he can. He is silent during the entire conversation, content to play the role of the bodyguard, albeit one with clear psychic abilities (tattoos, psychoactive skin, Psi-crystal, psionic items). As they leave, he lays a water skin at the kreens feet, and bows slightly and awkwardly, then follows Sorren out.

Once they leave the compound, he turns to Sorren. "To the warrens, then? I'd prefer to be there during the day, and my powers won't last that much longer before I must reactivate them"

OOC: He activated Chyrsalis, LMW, and Animal Affinity (Con) and Animal Affinity (Str) for 6 pp before heading in to the city. They last 6 hours.

Every am he activates Chy, LMW and AA (Con) before he sets out.

 

[Jarval]

"Hass. Yes, HASS." Odten repeats to the half-deaf human crouched on the pavement in front of him. Whistling in annoyance, he again gives the man's name. "Yes, Hass. We need to find him, because if the Templars get to him first, he's not going to be much use to us. There's a ceramic piece for the creature that directs us to him."

(Attempting to Bluff the human, +9 Bluff skill)

 

[Velenne]

Dukotti stands beside the brooding woman, waiting for her to do something besides sit there. But before too long, he grows bored and grabs her by the arm. His grip is unyeilding as he leads them out of the tavern and in the direction of the Broken Lizard. Hopefully before they arive, whatever kreen has a hold of her tongue will loosen itself.

 

[silvertable81]

Dukotti stands beside the brooding woman, waiting for her to do something besides sit there. But before too long, he grows bored and grabs her by the arm. His grip is unyeilding as he leads them out of the tavern and in the direction of the Broken Lizard. Hopefully before they arive, whatever kreen has a hold of her tongue will loosen itself.

"I SUGGEST you unhand me. I'll follow, we just need to think a bit more." I'm not sure how to impersonate a Templar, so I'll just go in acting as though I own the place and everyone in it. "You, Big Boy can be my bodyguard, but you'll need a nicer shirt."

OOC; If necessary, Suggest IS the power. Also OOC, sorry I didn't reply for a bit, my wife gave away my keyboard. (No, really, She did.)
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Jayde Black

 

[Velenne]

The great elf releases the woman when she asks, giving her a dark look. This one liked to give orders did she? Well he would be no one's slave, much less this pretty little thing.

A shirt would be a different matter. In the lifestyle of a gladiator, his scars were his story. The circular scar in left shoulder from the wildling's impaler, the long jagged tear across his chest that had ruined one of his nipples (the mul had paid dearly for that), the countless lines across his back from untold numbers of lashings, all were attached to a memory, a smell, a taste (usually blood -his or someone else's), which he could recollect and take pride in for he had survived them all. He could share stories with other fighters on this scar or that one. It was a way for them to bond. Some gladiators had self-inflicted scars which marked them as part of a secret sub-guild known only to each other. But not Dukotti. No gladiator had ever earned his trust. To him, it was stupid to put such faith in another pit fighter. In the end, they would die too soon, perhaps by your own hand.

But now he was playing a very different game. And just as he had covered the brand on his head, he realized, he would also need to cover his scars for they would demarkate him just as readily. Dukotti could be cunning in the pits, but he needed a new cunning now.

"Fine, you will buy me a shirt. But I will not be your servant, " he grins, "though I could be your lover instead."