Gaming W/Jemal: Planar Quest IC (Prologue)


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"For once, I agree with Tutek," Mei Ying says. "We don't know what we're dealing with yet. Once we know that, we can discuss the ethics and pragmatics of the situation with some authority. Until then, it's all speculation."
 



OOC: is there another color that can be used? on blackened background this text is unseen.
OOC: Agreed. Sry D'raven, but I just cant read that text color.


Gerard looks contemplative for a few seconds then says, "So, this statue is actually a construct, made by the titans to hold information? But holds a clue regarding the item of discussion amongst a vast store of knowledge? Have you considered cataloging the not so volatile information? Perhaps the historical knowledge? Maybe even creating a new one to transfer the remaining knowledge?"
"not made to hold information, it just happens to know a lot, like anyone who's been around a long time. And of course I've recorded many years worth of knowledge from Wade, perhaps we'll show you our library some time. As far as creating a new one.. you find a Titan to teach me how, and I'll give it a shot, kid." the old man chuckles.

As the discussion continues, William raises his eyebrows at the various beliefs and assertions until everyone starts asking about Wade again. He holds his arm in front of him and studies his bracer for a moment. "Yes, I believe the Raven's power should be nearing it's peak soon. I'll clean up in here, go ahead young master."
 

"Being on top is never the best place to be. The ones that hold the real power are the ones behind the scenes that get things done. The advisers and officials that pass the word of the ruler. But we are getting side tracked, the stage should be set by now." Darrian reaches behind the throne and the slides off it. In one hand is a stout staff carved with marks of power and capped with metal. With his other hand he slips on a pair of darkened glasses. "We'll have to go out side for a bit, the Loft isn't connected as one structure. We'll have a brief tour as we go." He starts toward the door on the opposite side as the mirror, the same one the servants left. With out waiting to see if any one follows he stops at the door, takes a breath and composes himself before stepping out with a jovial, good natured smile. Outside he waits in the shade of some trees until every one is outside. All around various creatures and beings wander among the stone buildings looking at stalls and shops. Shopkeeps, performers, cleaners and other staff wander around helping the customers. The streets are well shaded with trees of various types and over hangings. Plenty of fountains keep the air cool and offer refreshment. One every one exits he starts off, pointing out what the various buildings are and the services other then marketing on the way. There are the various offices needed to run the place, shops, taverns, combat training arena, healing house, the teleportation net work building, the libraries and the building they walk up to, the auditorium. Inside has been cleared, the seats moved to the wall, tables piled up, curtains to the stage open and on the stage itself an ivory statue. "Ladies and gentle entities, to you I present, Wade." Darrian bows with alarm extended to the statue.
 

After a moment of contemplation, Gerard feels a direct question might be in order.
"Good day Master Wade. How are you feeling today?", He says to the statue.
 

(On the way over)
Once every one exits he starts off, pointing out what the various buildings are and the services other then marketing on the way. There are the various offices needed to run the place, shops, taverns, combat training arena, healing house, the teleportation net work building, the libraries and the building they walk up to, the auditorium.
Ur walks at the same pace as the others, strangely giving the impression he's not moving most of the time... "So where are we?" A small gesture that encompasses the streets, and all things that (probably) lie beyond -- he seems most interested in the strangeness of the sky...

<Response D'Raven?>

OOC: What does the sky look like, D'Raven/Jemal? And how strange is the racial mix of those they meet on the street?
 
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Mei-Ying swishes along with the others, keeping her counsel for now. The land was not clearly of a particular climate, or topography; she had no idea where they were. For the moment it wasn't important, but it was something she meant to correct when the opportunity was right.

The auditorium is of interest to her though, on several levels. It isn't fortified, for example, despite the value of what lies within. So either it was not vulnerable to attack or theft, or the entire area was protected, so that this one place within it did not need to be. The seats and the stage...this golem had been placed here for public audience, though was not being used that way now. There was a kind of theatrics to it, an almost self-aware irony. The most precious and valuable thing under the stars, and it was placed brazenly on a stage before an audience, like a painted piece of scenery, or a puffed up actor; strutting and declaiming lines. Sound and fury, signifying nothing. A mind game, perhaps? Hiding it in plain sight? Or was it meant to be a commentary on the 'true' worth of Wade's knowledge?

As was so often the case when she had questions, Mei-Ying simply watched and listened, and waited, for the universe to provide answers.
 

Braham looks around curiously during the walk. Is this really another plane? This is not how I expected the Bazaar to look. He continues scanning for magic auras.

Seeing the statue, he pays careful attention. Is it human-shaped?

He waits for the statue to reply to Gerard, still not entirely convinced that the whole thing isn't just a trick ... or a delusion. Perhaps the statue is just a statue, except in the imagination of an isolated and strange young man and his elderly companion ... Still, if the tale is true, this ancient being might know lore of incredible value ...
 

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