Eye of Profane Truth - rebooted!

[Lord_Raven88]

"It's temporary? Well, that's fine, I suppose. Just have it gone by this time tomorow."



The guardswoman looks at you and your companions up and down. She pays particular attention to the tentacled yakman. "'Uglies' are what we call those bizzare monsters that come out of Viridia. No two look the same, but they're all ugly as sin. Some of them have magic, so we have to keep an eye out. Usually they don't wander this far from the forest, but it's happened before."

"Not from these parts, are you? You are adventurers? Mercenaries?" She shrugs. "I suppose you could ask at the Palace. Stay out of trouble and you'll have none from us."


"Nothing fancy. The Mage's Guild have a portal set up. Anyone with the gold to spare can take a trip here."

"So how did you get here? Was it under your own power? Which one of you is the wizard?"

Durkon scowls at the intrusion and his companions fawning attitude but otherwise remains silent throughout the farcical discussion.

OOC: Durkon doesn't have tentacles (anymore) and Durkon is currently in the guise of a hulking 8' tall human warrior, thanks to his Mask of Lies.

 

[Wrahn]

"I am an arcanist as you might have surmised. And yes, "Adventurers" might be an apt description of us."

Glancing back at his compainons, briefly, he turns back to the guards, "Perhaps you could tell us where the palace is, I think we have a tale that may interest your leaders and if I am not mistaken we may have concurrent agendas."

 

[Rkhet]

Nethien, for the moment, remains quiet, simply listening to what's said. Interesting... very interesting. Well, time will tell what role we all have to play, good or ill.

At the knocking, he turns, following the others to the door, and listens to the guards. We need a plan... and it appears that perhaps Shard has the most likely solution. We need privacy, yet defensibility must also play a role, in the instance where privacy is no longer afforded.

After a moment, he looks first at the guards, and then at the floating eyestalk, studying intently for a few moments.

The coat-of-arms on the uniform points to one of the Empire's vassal kingdoms. Specifically, of Vinecastle, which is near the great forest of Viridia.

The guards look well-trained - for average city guards. Should the need arise, you have no doubt that any one of you can dispatch them easily.

Looking closely, the floating eyestalk, which you first took to be alive, is actually a construct. It looks flimsy and ill-equipped for combat, but is likely useful for other purposes. You detect traces of Divination magic.

As you study the floating eyestalk, it turns to you, studying you in return. You get the feeling that there is someone else peering through that eyeball.

/ooc: I'll handle all rolls. Faster this way.

"I am an arcanist as you might have surmised. And yes, "Adventurers" might be an apt description of us."

Glancing back at his compainons, briefly, he turns back to the guards, "Perhaps you could tell us where the palace is, I think we have a tale that may interest your leaders and if I am not mistaken we may have concurrent agendas."

The guards look to you with a measure of respect. "Well. A skilled wizard like you can find a well-paid job anywhere, I would expect. Especially with the war and all."

"The palace is right in the center of the city. It's a big white tower. You'll see it from miles away."

Satisfied that all is in order, they make to leave.

Durkon doesn't have tentacles (anymore) and Durkon is currently in the guise of a hulking 8' tall human warrior, thanks to his Mask of Lies.

noted.

 

[Pyrex]

"Well then, shall we go have a look at their tower?"

 

[Azaar]

"Perhaps... although I wonder if their motives are more that they wish to keep an eye on us." Nethien frowned slightly. "The construct... the eyestalk... someone was watching us. The question is... whom?"

 

[Wrahn]

After the guards leave, Lorgrane's demeanor returns to the pole straight posture and pentrating, clinical gaze.

"I believe we may be able to use these people, if not for fodder, then at least for information. The risk, of course, is revealing our existance. But then, I would believe at least the eye is aware of our presence here."

"I propose we go to this tower, present ourselves to their leadership and see what information they are willing to share."

 

[Lord_Raven88]

"Let s not delay then" ushering everyone out of the tower Durkon speaks the command word to collapse the tower to its original size, putting it back into his pouch Durkon removes his ring of ethereal travel and returns to the Prime and waits for the others to arrive.

OOC: Durkon is now wearing his ring of freedom, in place of his ring of ethereal travel.

 

[Wrahn]

Unsubtle, direct, and impatient Lorgrane momentarily considers his yak man companion. I hate expending so much power over so trivial an issue, but if none of the others is capable of easily travelling through the plane, I suppose there is little choice.


OOC-

Lorgrane waits to see if any of the others has a way back, barring that he will cast shapechange and take the form of an Ether Scarab (MM2 pg 94) to rip a hole to the material plane, letting the others go through, he follows then resumes his natural form.

Not sure how you are handling forms known, but Lorgrane has KS: Planes +55, hopefully that is enough.

 

[Shayuri]

With a grateful squeak, Shard flits through the hole, clearly glad to be back on the material plane again. Once there, she buzzes madly around, singsonging, "Saaaages and men of leaaarning...in their towers. That's where we're goooooooing..."

She seems delighted to be going somewhere to do something.

 

[Rkhet]

You are now back in the material plane, on a hill a little way from the city. What do you do?


/ooc:

Not sure how you are handling forms known, but Lorgrane has KS: Planes +55, hopefully that is enough.

All forms are fine unless I say otherwise.