Eyes Of The Lich Queen

[DEFCON 1]

Ari ushers Rogan up the side street and away from any prying eyes that might be curious. When they've moved up about fifty or so feet, Rogan goes through the process of rolling up his left pant leg. He gets the material right past his knee when he glances down and sees something that he ordinarily wouldn't expect... but with something similar happening not more than an hour or so ago, the shock isn't as great...

...he sees the outer edge of a familiar blue pattern design slowly fading up upon his leg.

Like Brother Donovan an hour ago... he's become one of the dragonmarked.

 

[stonegod]

Ari grits his teeth. "One is luck. Two is beyond the realm of belief. Something's up. We need to find that dragon, now!"

OOC: Blue suggests more of a normal mark? Ari would prolly recognize Tharashk, but that's about it.

 

[Velmont]

"It is a little bit under what I was expecting, but it seems fair enough. It's a deal." tells Jango. After he got the money he tells the balcksmith. "I'll need to send a message to my village. Where is house Sivis? And maybe you migth help me, My sister and I are taking our chance in the mercenary business. I fall on the name of Dura ir'Matellan, but I don't know her reputation or where to find her. Does it sounds familiar to you? Or maybe if you know a place where two mercenaries can find an employeer, I would like some honest work, maybe meet more lizardfolks, as we have experience in it."

 

[DEFCON 1]

"It is a little bit under what I was expecting, but it seems fair enough. It's a deal."

The smithy calls for one of the emplyees to come and take the armor and weapon, then he goes over and writes up a Kundarak bill of exchange for 1500 gold. "Don't keep much coinage on me, but you go to one of the Banker's Guild offices in town and they'll exchange this for ya." He hands over the bill with the official House Kundarak symbol and arcane mark on it.

"I'll need to send a message to my village. Where is house Sivis?"

The smithy nods and walks to the door of the shop. "Down that way two blocks to the main street, turn right, a couple blocks further down and you'll see the Sending Station on the left."

"And maybe you might help me? My sister and I are taking our chances in the mercenary business. I fell on the name of Dura ir'Matellan, but I don't know her reputation or where to find her. Does the name sound familiar to you?"

He snorts and shakes his head. "'Fraid not, son. But she sounds like a noblewoman, which is more than a man like me would know."

"Or maybe if you know a place where two mercenaries can find an employeer, I would like some honest work, maybe meet more lizardfolk, as we have experience in it."

"Don't know much about mercenaries and such... other than talking to the few who come in on occasion looking for some repairs. You want mercs... you gotta go to the Tharashk offices, I'd imagine."

He then nods his head to the two elves in thanks, then returns inside the smith. The Silversun twins take their leave and begin walking down the street in the direction they were given for the Sending Station. The two remain silent for a bit as they walk, but Jango looks over and notices that his sister keeps scratching absent-mindedly at her right arm with her left hand.

 

[Velmont]

Jango puts his banking note into his vest and walks down the street to spots where is the Sivis office. He doesn't plan to go there without the others, but it will at least not waste time once they will need to come back here if they want to investigate that way, even if he doubt house Sivis would easily talk about on of his customer.

"A noble house... at least, it is not not a dragonmarked house. but who know the ties of that lady."

As he spots her sister mindless scratching, he remembers Donovan acting just like that before his mark appeared. "Come here." tells Jango, who lead her sister in an alley. "Let me check your arm." he tells, not letting a chance to her sister. He grabs her right arms and starts to unroll her sleave.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"We must, too, speak with Zendarrill Lorren. Have you seen him, brother?"

Ellston nods carefully, then escorts the group through another set of doors and down to one of the private rooms off the main temple. Obviously when speaking of the Valenar cum silver dragon... he wants to keep things as quiet as possible.

"Lorren and his Daggerspell brood remained at the site after Sister Cerril led the rest of us back to the city with Elder Nevillom. I hadn't heard anything about them for a while, but granted, I was busy trying to handle things here while Cerril dealt with Samuel. I figured they remained out in the jungles, but yesterday as soon as we opened the doors for services for the Elder, Lorren and his inner circle of marked Guardians were first in line to pay their respects. Surprised the heck out of me, to be honest, because they would have had to start their trek back here almost immediately upon his death to get here when they did... unless they had some magical means of transport or something."

To which Aern quickly chimes in with, "Or else maybe they flew." Ellston takes a second to consider what the changeling means, and then nods in agreement. "Yes, I suppose Lorren would make a fairly good mode of transportation, wouldn't he?" He grins at the thought.

"Anyway... I didn't get a chance to speak to any of them before they left, but I believe Brother Anvil did. If you'd like, I can go find him for you... maybe he can fill you in with a bit more information than I can."

Brother Ellston smiles, and it's easy to see his smile is as wide and friendly as it always is. "I must say, Miss ir'Indari, it is always good to see your beautiful fac--" Tod stops his sentence in mid syllable as he's speaking to Khalia, and his eyes squint a bit as though he is trying to get a better look at her. Khalia can tell that he isn't looking into her eyes though... they are aimed slightly above them at the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Khalia... did you get hurt on your travels? That looks to be the start of a pretty nasty bruise on your forehead."

 

[drothgery]

Brother Ellston smiles, and it's easy to see his smile is as wide and friendly as it always is. "I must say, Miss ir'Indari, it is always good to see your beautiful fac--" Tod stops his sentence in mid syllable as he's speaking to Khalia, and his eyes squint a bit as though he is trying to get a better look at her. Khalia can tell that he isn't looking into her eyes though... they are aimed slightly above them at the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Khalia... did you get hurt on your travels? That looks to be the start of a pretty nasty bruise on your forehead."

"Nothing serious, I thought, and between Donovan's abilities and my own I should have thought everything was patched up beyond the point of leaving any marks. Curious." She says, fishing a mirror out of her bag of holding and taking a look (OOC: She's a noblewoman. Of course she's got a mirror.).

 

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

"Anyway... I didn't get a chance to speak to any of them before they left, but I believe Brother Anvil did. If you'd like, I can go find him for you... maybe he can fill you in with a bit more information than I can."

"That would be helpful," Donovan agrees.

he isn't looking into her eyes though... they are aimed slightly above them at the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Khalia... did you get hurt on your travels? That looks to be the start of a pretty nasty bruise on your forehead."

Donovan's stomach sinks as he looks to Kahlia's forehead, hoping it's not what he fears.

[sblock=OOC]It's a Dragonmark plague! Knew we should have gotten all our shots before we went adventuring. [/sblock]

 

[Mista Collins]

Seeing the outer edge of the blue pattern, Rogan quickly rolls down his pant leg and stands there for a moment silent. Thoughts race through his head, but they are so quick and so scattered, he himself thinks he's a mad man. If it weren't for this same thing happening to Donovan, Rogan would have chalked it up with his connection to the Daggerspell Guardians. But, Donovan was a follower of the Silver Flame.

After a moment her finally speaks to Ari. "You make a valid point. This cannot be coincidence. Something has caused this. Sur'Kil has got to have some sort of explanation. Let's go find him!"

[sblock=OOC]It does seem he contracted something in the jungle. Does Rogan recognize the mark? He might have a chance with his Knowledge (Nobility & Royalty) of +9.[/SBLOCK]

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Come here. Let me check your arm."

Jango grabs his sister's arm before she has a chance to protest, and when he slides up her sleeve, the very light dragonmark can quite clearly be seen. As the two of you stare at it, you can see bits and pieces of the indigo color become darker and more pronounced. And for Jina, the itching becomes worse. Soon the itching gives way to a burning sensation, and the mark gets darker even more quickly.

Jango takes a second to process what is happening, and his first thought is what is going to happen to himself? Will his previous mark re-appear? What about his current constellation mark he gained as a dragon prophet? His thoughts about himself disappear in a flash as suddenly he glances up... and he sees his mother and father and standing in front of him!

His sister reacts to this with a yelp of surprise!