Forgotten Heroes IC

[Voadam]

Voadam drinks his green tea with unconscious formality though he eats the steak and potatoes with gusto. He accepts the green badge and purse with a smile, apparently more pleased with the badge.

Voadam smiles "No Tarken, no new members here. They follow different paths than the disciplines of the wizardly Art." He makes introductions for all then says "There are a number of projects I'm working on, though some matters are confidential for the moment. However there are many distinct elements I can and would like to discuss. Cultists of a banished demon lord seeking his return, a blue mist, the limitations of a present but bound fiend, identification of a specific fiend, the word 'Ungotu'. Oh yes! And I had a run in with a member of the Mandin bandits, I heard their leader goes by the name Yogoth."

 

[Shayuri]

From the moment she'd entered the wizard's tower, a slow but insidiously increasing itch had dug at the back of Lily's eyeballs. Through lunch, she'd been able to ignore it, but by the time the others were exchanging pleasantries (and not-insignificant sums of money, she saw...oh yes, that she saw) the itch was so bad she sat with her palms pressing against her closed eyes, hoping that the pressure or darkness would help soothe them. So far, it wasn't working.

Even so, she listened to the conversations, especially Voadam's, with interest. Wizards were, by and large, a well educated bunch. She was sure that at least -some- useful answers would come of this...though if Voadam didn't name-drop Brother Markus fairly soon, she was going to do it herself. Blue Wizard was fine and well, but if they could talk to the Red, why shouldn't they?

 

[hafrogman]

Chester sits idly watching as Voadam chats with the wizard. Somewhere in his mind floats the knowledge that there is a reason that he is not one of their ilk, but what that reason is escapes him. He has the mind, and the penchant for magic, but a wizard he is not.

He sips his tea quietly, and raises an eyebrow at the rather large sack of gold that Voadam is handed. For a brief fleeting moment he wonders if he SHOULD have been a wizard after all. He chuckles silently to himself at the thought, then Lily catches his eye. Sitting hunched over with her hands clutched to her head she looks ill. He leans in close and whispers to her so as to not interrupt Voadam and his wizard friend.

"Are you unwell?"

 

[Shayuri]

Lily nods towards the whispering voice.

"Yeah...my eyes are just bothering me," she whispers back. "Maybe I'm allergic to something in here, or..." she uncovered her eyes to look at Chester, and her speech immediately came to a halt as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in an expression of awe and wonder.

Ribbons of colored light swirled like miniature tornados between ceiling and floor; curling and twisting wildly, yet guided solidly to their destinations as if by unseen hands. Every stone in the wall seemed to crackle with actinic radiance; sparks that spelled out indecipherable, yet maddeningly familiar, runes over plain granite faces. The wood of the bookshelf was ordinary enough, but several of the books shone with an intensity that made them hard to look at, as did a few of the trinkets and oddities in the Blue Wizard's abode. The Wizard himself took on an almost celestial appearance, with shell after shell of translucent shimmering colors revolving around him, and his robes shining with a bright silver hue. Even the others, her companions, had objects in their possession that burned with that lambent illumination. Transfixed as she was, a word bubbled unbidden to her mouth and leaked out without interference, or indeed even awareness from her consciousness.

"...magic."

 

[hafrogman]

Chester gives Lily a rather puzzled, half concerned look.

"Allergic to magic? That doesn't sound right. Why on earth would you be in the company of Voadam, and Zzerki and myself? But if something here is troubling you, perhaps we should leave. Voadam seems to be handling this well enough on his own."

 

[Voadam]

"By the way, I've also got a subject I wish to interview suffering from an effect similar to the bardic compulsion spell modify memory. Any thoughts on possible countermagics? My first instinct was a break enchantment spell but I have not had an opportunity to test it yet."

 

[Shayuri]

"No," Lily says breathlessly, flapping a hand at Chester. "I think I'm -seeing- magic. It's everywhere in here!"

 

[Moonstone Spider]

"Here." Skitha hands Lilly a bottle who;s gnomish label proudly proclaims that it's contents are 'Just like Bat Urine'. "Sooner or later this'll make the colors go away."

 

[Lot]

Seifer seems to feel comfortable around this wizard and seems at ease with the formal nature of the place.

"Master Wizard, my name is Sir Seifer Dagmar. Beyond this, I know little of myself or my life. I was hoping you might know of me or my family. Or, at the very least, of this blue cockatrice that I find on my armor."

 

[Voadam]

Voadam smiles as Siefer interjects. "As I said, a subject for whom I wish to provide what aid I can. Sir Siefer is a good man who I wish to help out with the lore and magic of the Tower."