Eye of Profane Truth - rebooted!

[Rkhet]

The man you invite is in his thirties, somewhat good-looking, but with a slight potbelly and a receding hairline. He is, by his own words, a musician of sorts.

"So rather than break the mood with direct question to the gathered crowd, I thought you might be willing to lend us a hand in return for us covering your bar tab for this evening."

"Aha. Oi Rhollic!" he gestures to the bartender, "bring out your best stuff. My friend here" - he pats you on the shoulder as if he's been your friend for years - "is payin' tonight."

"I am sure my friends have some questions for you, but let me start. Can you describe the exact nature of the enemy you are facing? I understand that periodic attack from the woods occur, and the attackers are monstrous, but what are they? Who sent them? Is this the only form of attacks the city suffers from?"

"You mean the uglies? Nah. Nobody sent them, far as we know. They were there before the city was even built. I suppose they come out looking for food. It's not so bad out here, but every year we hear about some idiots getting killed inside lookin' for treasure an' whatnot."

"Say, you look like the adventurin' sort. Word of advice: don't go in there."

"Other than them uglies, we have it pretty good in the city. We've got the best wine this side of Frostfall. The best elves, too, if you've got the coins for them."

"Also, are you really fighting Naramyr? The Emperor?" Shard asks, sounding awestruck. "Isn't that really dangerous? Why do you want to fight him anyway?"

"It's not really our war, to tell you the truth. The Empire and Sul Taelrim - that's Naramyr's kingdom - are going at it tooth and nail, but we're all the way on the other side of the Empire. Way I see it, even if worse come to worst and Naramyr wins, it'll just mean we pay our tribute to him instead of the Emperor."

Durkon looks up with obvious distaste as Lograne brings over one of the patrons and begins his incessantly chatter, meeting eye contact the man, Durkon activates the power of his right eye with a thought, and waits to see his reaction.

OOC: Activates eye of charming DC14.

At first it had no effect, but since the man does not seem to have noticed, you try again and this time succeed. He smiles at you warmly.

"Power. Naramyr has it; they're afraid of it. Conflict always comes down to power."

"Hey, Sul Taelrim was the first to attack, you know. Way I hear it, it was a cowardly sneak attack, too. They caught the Empire by surprise and it would have been over almost before it began if it weren't for the Angels."

 

[Lord_Raven88]

Durkon looks the man in the eye and speaks with a hint of command "Describe these 'uglies' to me"

 

[Rkhet]

Durkon looks the man in the eye and speaks with a hint of command "Describe these 'uglies' to me"

"Just yesterday, I saw them guards drag in this huge, eight-armed snake-woman made of stone. Last week it was the biggest worm you'll ever see, big as a house, and it stank like you wouldn't believe. I've seen one that looked like a mass of tentacles, too - they were all dead when I saw'em, of course."

"I heard them spellcasters are carving up the bodies for research, right here in the city. Irresponsible of 'em, if you ask me. Who knows what kinds of strange diseases those things carry? They should have just burnt and buried them."

 

[Pyrex]

"What do they do with them after they haul them back to town?"

 

[Azaar]

"Research and experimentation?" Nethien couldn't help but say it aloud as he leans back in his chair. "Interesting... very interesting."

Sounds as if there's a sense of desperation for some attempt at use of these "uglies", like some sort of cheap fodder. Naramyr's taint through the Eye is evidently more widespread than just within the Wyrmslayer's ranks.

 

[Shayuri]

"Are there any fey nearby?" Shard asks abruptly. "In the woods...perhaps? It would be a good idea if I spoke to them."

 

[Rkhet]

"Are there any fey nearby?" Shard asks abruptly. "In the woods...perhaps? It would be a good idea if I spoke to them."

The bar patron shrugs. "You're the only weefolk I've seen all year. If there are any in the woods, they're keeping to themselves an' we're all thankful for it."

Realizing what he said, he smiles apologetically. "Present company excluded, of course."

"Ask the elves. They've got their city right in the woods, so they should know."

 

[Wrahn]

"Is there a mages guild or academy where these "uglies" are taken to be dissected?"

 

[Rkhet]

He nods. "Yeah, it's a bit way southwest of here. Maybe twenty minutes by foot. You'll see some big granite buildings in a clearing, with oak trees all around. Not much point going there, though. They won't let you in just because you ask nicely."

 

[Azaar]

"Hmm. That might be an interesting avenue to pursue, although I have the feeling their defenses are much the same as the tower from whence we came." Nethien leans back in his chair, considering the matter. "Still, though, it might prove insightful to discover just what, exactly, is going on there."