Eyes Of The Lich Queen

[drothgery]

Khalia will cast detect magic, her eyes flashing white for an instant as she channels the Flame to enhance her vision, and applies her knowledge to the problem.

[sblock=ooc]She's trying to analyze any magic effects in place, and will use K(arcana) +15 and/or Spellcraft +15 to help out there if she can.[/sblock]

 

[DEFCON 1]

"But that still doesn't tell me how you knew what to look for? What was the description of the Eye given to you?"

The man shrugs his shoulders. "No description was given... other than it would be something you would be able to carry. I assumed from the name it would be something like a large gem or a crystal ball or something like that."

"How cooperative do you want to be?"

He swallows once at this pretty obvious threat, and he can barely hold the hunter's eyes. "Contact, right? You need to know my contact. My superior. Right." He breathes once and shuts his eyes as he says the name. "Dura ir'Matellan. She's the one I answer to in the Order. The Sivis message I received came from Adderport."

***

When Brother Donovan discovers that the symbol is not what is causing the itching and burning, the priest has no choice but to begin the process of disrobing. When he throws the remark about the man hexing him, the man's eyes go wide as though he's surprised he's being accused of something he didn't do.

After a minute or two Donovan is able to undo the straps of the breastplate and take it off, then he grabs the hem of the dirty shirt that he's worn for a few days now. When he pulls the shirt up over his head, he hears an audible gasp from Khalia and Jina, plus a 'whoa' from Jango.

Throwing his shirt to the ground, Horatio Donovan looks down at his chest. And there, emblazoned across his pectorals... is a freshly burned dragonmark.

 

[stonegod]

Ari notes the goon's answer, then looks over at Donovan with all the gasps. "Hmm. Apparently someone has some interesting ancestry." Turning back to the captive, the hunter takes out his sap and hands it over to Rogan, nodding suggestively.

OOC: Normal or aberrant mark?

 

[Mista Collins]

Grabbing the sap Ari offers him, Rogan turns to the captive. "You've been very cooperative. If I see your face again, I will make sure we take a trophy or two from your body."

Before the man can react, Rogan clubs him over the head with the sap. Stripping the man's unconscious body of everything but his clothes, the Guardian turns to Donovan and notices the mark.

 

[Velmont]

OOC: By the way, it is not Autumn, it is Jina...

Jango stares a moment at the dragonmark, trying to figure which kind of mark it is.

OOC: True or Aberrant... or even worst, Jango's mark?

 

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

Donovan does a bit of staring himself. His body has long been home to numerous tattoos, so one more mark on his flesh almost seems natural. Only, he didn't commission this mark. Whether out of shock or composure, his tone is light as he voices his first response.

"Now that I didn't see coming," he says flatly, looking to the others for a response.

[sblock=OOC]I suppose with all that ink, it was only a matter of time before Donovan's body started making its own tattoos.

Anyway, Donovan's only Know skill is Religion, which I expect doesn't apply, so I'll have to leave it to others to identify the type of mark. Yay plot twists. [/sblock]

 

[DEFCON 1]

The dragonmark is drawn in a deep maroon color... and the archivist Khalia can tell that it is no True mark. She knows the designs of all twelve True marks... all of them in deep blues, greens, and violets... and this one is nothing of the sort.

As Ari tosses the sap to Rogan and the rogue moves behind the captured man, Donovan looks over to see what is happening. As he does and he glances at the man on his knees, the mark flares one time and suddenly the captive lets loose a scream of complete and utter terror! Without even thinking of what would happen to him, he jumps to his feet in an attempt to flee... but Rogan is quick-thinking enough to clock him in the back of the head and send him back down spawling.

As the man lies flat on the road unconscious and Rogan begins stripping him of his items and things, the group looks at Brother Donovan in awe. He was right... nobody saw this coming.

OOC: Donovan now has the Least Aberrant Mark: Cause Fear

 

[stonegod]

Taking his sap back, Ari peers intensely at Donnovan's new mark. He looked perplexed, his left hand clenching and opening unconsciously as he looked at it. Straightening up, Ari asked the man bluntly, "Anything odd happen to you recently? Ever felt something... powerful... inside you, waiting to get out? Something buried deep?"

OOC: Fun! Oh, and jkason, you just started liking Ari a lot more, since he gets a +1 to all Charisma related checks to Aberrant marked folks due to Ari's aberrant affinity.

 

[Velmont]

Jango, seeing the captive unconscious, put back his wand to his belt. As Ari asks his question to teh priest, the young sorcerer walks to Donovan. "Sur'Kil might be able to explain what just happen to you. I don't even remember when my mark first came to me, so I can't tell if it is normal. But I know one thing, a mark is nothing more than a tool. I have carried mine long enough to know that it is not the mark itself the problem, but how people percieve it.

If I didn't feared the ostracism the society have created to the ones bearing such mark, I wouldn't have been blinded to the one who loved me around and I wouldn't have free the Daelkyr buried under Seawell.

Your actions have spoken enough for you. It is not that that will change my mind about you. I trust you just as I trust my sister, or any other of the group." as he tells that, last sentence, he looks quickly at everyone with a warm smiles, but his eyes stop a bit longer on Ari, just as he wanted to make sure he would understand the full meaning of this sentence. "Come on, put back your armor, we still have some answers to get from that captive and a dragon is waiting for us."

 

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

Startled by the power of his new mark, Donovan quickly begins to cover it again, pulling his shirt back on and working on the straps of his breastplate.

Taking his sap back, Ari peers intensely at Donnovan's new mark. He looked perplexed, his left hand clenching and opening unconsciously as he looked at it. Straightening up, Ari asked the man bluntly, "Anything odd happen to you recently? Ever felt something... powerful... inside you, waiting to get out? Something buried deep?"

Donovan, still clearly baffled by what's just occured, says "I felt the call of the Flame, of course, but nothing like this. Khalia, have you ever known the Flame to gift a worshipper this way?". The priest is silent, then, intent on re-armoring and searching his mind for some cause to the strange development.