Screeching and chittering with excitement, Kachilk'cha rushes into the burning plague district, looking for a patient to examine. If challenged, she might-- might-- remember to announce herself as a doctor, and that she's here to help.
(IC) PLANESCAPE: Intrigue
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Nordom
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As Izek emerged from the alcove, his heart pounding in his chest, he found himself confronted by two unsettling humanswho seemed to be at the center of the fiery chaos. The first figure, a man with wild, unkempt black hair and a feverish gleam in his eyes, appeared utterly manic and consumed by a frenzied fervor. His clothes were ragged and stained, and there was something oddly.. desperate about him. Gripped tightly in his trembling hands was a makeshift weapon, a jagged piece of metal crudely fashioned into a sickle, now glinting menacingly in the crimson glow of the flames.
"Die, you plague-spreading vermin!" the manic individual roared, his voice hoarse and tinged with madness. "You bring the curse upon us all, and I'll send you straight to the Abyss where you belong!"
Beside him stood a stark contrast—an individual who did not appear to be fresh from the Gatehouse. He wore well-kept leather armor and a drawn longsword. He appeared a bit older, with salt and pepper hair, and whereas the eyes of his partner were those of a man consumed by desperation, there was something very intelligent and pragmatic about his keen gaze as he set his sights upon Izek. He exuded an air of authority. A stern figure amongst the chaos.
"Hold," the voice of reason spoke, the tone firm and unyielding- though Izek wasn't clear whether it was to him or to his mad partner. "We shall not act in blind condemnation, nor shall we allow ourselves to be blinded by their pleas," he replied sternly. "Let us see if he bears the marks before we decide his fate."
The manic figure's eyes darted frantically between Izek and the group, his grip on the makeshift weapon tightening with each passing moment. "Truth?" he spat, his voice trembling with agitation. "Their kind brings naught but suffering! I'll not stand idly by while they unleash more misery upon us!"
Amidst the escalating tension, Izek's attention was drawn to a nearby catapult, positioned ominously close to them. The flaming bullet had ignited the alcove behind him, unleashing such a wide radius of sparks that some managed to rain down around the three of them. The heavy machinery was noted to have wheels, and seemed to be rusted and weathered. It would undoubtedly make noise if it were to move again.
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As Orris extended his hand towards the trapped man, a bewildering phenomenon unfolded. To Kachil'kcha, who observed the scene with her multifaceted eyes, the gray man appeared as an illusion—translucent and ethereal, like a mirage in the midst of the raging inferno. The Thri-kreen's keen instincts sensed something peculiar about the figure, as if reality itself wavered around him. It was as though her mind struggled to reconcile what her eyes saw, and a faint shiver ran down her chitinous exoskeleton at the dissonance.
However, to Orris and the others, the gray man was all too real.He seemed tangible and solid, as did the sound his hands made as they struck the window of the blazing tenement. Behind him, flames threatened to engulf him any second, and he seemed to be beckoning Orris to break the window somehow.
"Die, you plague-spreading vermin!" the manic individual roared, his voice hoarse and tinged with madness. "You bring the curse upon us all, and I'll send you straight to the Abyss where you belong!"
Beside him stood a stark contrast—an individual who did not appear to be fresh from the Gatehouse. He wore well-kept leather armor and a drawn longsword. He appeared a bit older, with salt and pepper hair, and whereas the eyes of his partner were those of a man consumed by desperation, there was something very intelligent and pragmatic about his keen gaze as he set his sights upon Izek. He exuded an air of authority. A stern figure amongst the chaos.
"Hold," the voice of reason spoke, the tone firm and unyielding- though Izek wasn't clear whether it was to him or to his mad partner. "We shall not act in blind condemnation, nor shall we allow ourselves to be blinded by their pleas," he replied sternly. "Let us see if he bears the marks before we decide his fate."
The manic figure's eyes darted frantically between Izek and the group, his grip on the makeshift weapon tightening with each passing moment. "Truth?" he spat, his voice trembling with agitation. "Their kind brings naught but suffering! I'll not stand idly by while they unleash more misery upon us!"
Amidst the escalating tension, Izek's attention was drawn to a nearby catapult, positioned ominously close to them. The flaming bullet had ignited the alcove behind him, unleashing such a wide radius of sparks that some managed to rain down around the three of them. The heavy machinery was noted to have wheels, and seemed to be rusted and weathered. It would undoubtedly make noise if it were to move again.
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As Orris extended his hand towards the trapped man, a bewildering phenomenon unfolded. To Kachil'kcha, who observed the scene with her multifaceted eyes, the gray man appeared as an illusion—translucent and ethereal, like a mirage in the midst of the raging inferno. The Thri-kreen's keen instincts sensed something peculiar about the figure, as if reality itself wavered around him. It was as though her mind struggled to reconcile what her eyes saw, and a faint shiver ran down her chitinous exoskeleton at the dissonance.
However, to Orris and the others, the gray man was all too real.He seemed tangible and solid, as did the sound his hands made as they struck the window of the blazing tenement. Behind him, flames threatened to engulf him any second, and he seemed to be beckoning Orris to break the window somehow.
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Kachilk'cha immediately lost interest in the illusionary figure and turned away from the building to find the corporeal sick and wounded. She started-- Dammit. She stopped.
To Orris and Izek and Grim, she intoned, "Man in window is being not being. Not for helping, useless and probably being harmful. Is trap, thinking, yes? Undead preying or magic luring for unkindness."
She turns to address the newcomers directly, though she includes her... companions in the communication. "Where is sickness-people being? I am here for doctoring, am making people healthy again, yes? Where am I finding patients for doctoring?"
To Orris and Izek and Grim, she intoned, "Man in window is being not being. Not for helping, useless and probably being harmful. Is trap, thinking, yes? Undead preying or magic luring for unkindness."
She turns to address the newcomers directly, though she includes her... companions in the communication. "Where is sickness-people being? I am here for doctoring, am making people healthy again, yes? Where am I finding patients for doctoring?"
Li Shenron
Legend
"Well that's handy..." while watching Orris floating upwards to the man in the window, Grim stands a bit distracted in admiration, pondering between whether she can be any help to him or more help to herself by escaping the flames getting close so quickly. But as she hears the voices threatening Izek, she decides she likes even less the sound of authorities throwing unwarranted accusations... She quickly strides besides Izek, and confronts the two strangers: "Plead, you say.... what an inappropriate word, I don't think any of us is interested in pleading. Rather, it appears you have a situation around here, and we just happened to have been summoned, perhaps for a job..."
TaranTheWanderer
Legend
| Name: Orris Hariri Race: Air Genasai HP: 44/44 AC: 15 (17 shield) | Pass Perc: 10 Pass Inv: 10 Pass Ins: 13 Initiative: +2 |
Size: Medium | |
| Lay on hands: 25/25 Divine Senses 3/5 | Rapier: 1d8+2 | Spell Save DC: 15 | |
|
STR: 10 +0
DEX: 14 +2 CON: 14 +2 INT: 10 +0 WIS: 10 +1 (+4) CHA:18 +4 (+7) |
Deception: 10*
Intimidate +7 Insight +3 History: +3 Persuasion: 7 *expertise |
Slots
1st: [] [] [] [] 2nd: [] [] 1/Long Rest: Feather Fall; Levitate; Prepared spells Cantrip: Shocking Grasp 1st Heroism; Shield of Faith; compelled duel; Charm Person*; Exped retreat* 2nd Locate Object, Invisibility*,Aid; Mirror Image* |
Orris uses the pummel of his sword to break the glass. Eyes narrow almost as if he's trying to unmask some kind of treachery.
"Go, step off, and I will save you."
He heeds the warning from Kachilk'cha and doesn't try to take the person's hand.
Used Divine senses again.
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Nordom
Explorer
The two strangers turn their attention toward Grim, their expressions shifting between suspicion and consideration. The manic individual narrows his eyes, his grip on the makeshift weapon showing no sign of loosening. The voice of reason regards Grim with a more measured gaze, seemingly weighing her words against the chaos unfolding.
"We've seen no evidence of summons, nor any reason to trust outsiders," the manic man retorts, his voice sharp with hostility. There is an unusual inflection when he says the word 'outsiders.'
The voice of reason, however, tilts his head slightly, appearing intrigued by Grim's assertion. "A job, you say?" a hint of curiosity in his tone. "If there is a purpose to your presence, then it may be worth our consideration. But prove yourselves first, before we expose our home to further risk. Let me see the skin on your arms."
He cautiously approaches Grim, weapon still drawn.
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Izek would note nothing out of the ordinary with the man in the second story, though his perusal was cursory at best.
"We've seen no evidence of summons, nor any reason to trust outsiders," the manic man retorts, his voice sharp with hostility. There is an unusual inflection when he says the word 'outsiders.'
The voice of reason, however, tilts his head slightly, appearing intrigued by Grim's assertion. "A job, you say?" a hint of curiosity in his tone. "If there is a purpose to your presence, then it may be worth our consideration. But prove yourselves first, before we expose our home to further risk. Let me see the skin on your arms."
He cautiously approaches Grim, weapon still drawn.
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Izek would note nothing out of the ordinary with the man in the second story, though his perusal was cursory at best.
Li Shenron
Legend
Grim has no reason to act as if she were trying to hide anything, so she smiles at the inquirer and keeps looking at the stranger in the eye while raising her hands a bit, making her tattoo easily visible. She is of course prepared to react viciously if threatened.
(by the way if it matters, Grim has Insight and Perception bonus +5)
(by the way if it matters, Grim has Insight and Perception bonus +5)
Nordom
Explorer
The voice of reason approaches confidently but non-threateningly. Grim's acute senses and killer instinct do not suspect an ambush. Interestingly, Grim feels a tingling in the back of her head, and a presence attempting to enter her mind to ...communicate. It doesn't feel forceful and intrusive as much as it does a type of probing. Grim realizes that it is up to her to allow the presence in, or block it out. She notices the voice of reason staring intently at her eyes.
Nordom
Explorer
Glass shards fly in all directions, their dangerous potential mitigated by some unknown force, or perhaps dumb luck, as no one is harmed in the aftermath. For a fleeting moment, the shards intermingle with the fiery inferno, their glimmering reflections adding an eerie yet captivating illumination to the chaos.
The scene holds a surreal quality, as the fire behind the trapped figure distorts the surroundings, making it increasingly difficult to see anything beyond the burning chaos. Just as the man opens his mouth to respond, his form begins to waver and shimmer, like a mirage dissipating in the heat. And then, in an instant, he fades out of existence, leaving only the raging fire in his wake.
Orris does not sense the presence of any specific individuals, but there is a general... corruption to the entire area. It feels unmistakably fiendish, and the corruption seems to ooze from the ferrous soil itself. From this elevated vantage, Orris is able to make out a city in utter ruin, as numerous other fires blaze throughout the city. The cacophony of sounds simply reach his ears better from this vantage as well, though he cannot make out specifics. It is a crisis.
The scene holds a surreal quality, as the fire behind the trapped figure distorts the surroundings, making it increasingly difficult to see anything beyond the burning chaos. Just as the man opens his mouth to respond, his form begins to waver and shimmer, like a mirage dissipating in the heat. And then, in an instant, he fades out of existence, leaving only the raging fire in his wake.
Orris does not sense the presence of any specific individuals, but there is a general... corruption to the entire area. It feels unmistakably fiendish, and the corruption seems to ooze from the ferrous soil itself. From this elevated vantage, Orris is able to make out a city in utter ruin, as numerous other fires blaze throughout the city. The cacophony of sounds simply reach his ears better from this vantage as well, though he cannot make out specifics. It is a crisis.
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TaranTheWanderer
Legend
| Name: Orris Hariri Race: Air Genasai HP: 44/44 AC: 16 (18 shield) | Pass Perc: 10 Pass Inv: 10 Pass Ins: 13 Initiative: +2 |
Size: Medium | |
| Lay on hands: 25/25 Divine Senses 3/5 | Rapier To Hit: +5 Damage: 1d8+2 | Spell Save DC: 15 | |
|
STR: 10 +0
DEX: 14 +2 CON: 14 +2 INT: 10 +0 WIS: 10 +1 (+4) CHA:18 +4 (+7) |
Deception: 10*
Intimidate +7 Insight +3 History: +3 Persuasion: 7 *expertise |
Slots
1st: [] [] [] [] 2nd: [] [] 1/Long Rest: []Feather Fall; [X} Levitate; Prepared spells Cantrip: Shocking Grasp; Toll the Dead; Decompose 1st Heroism; Shield of Faith; compelled duel; Charm Person*; Exped retreat* 2nd Locate Object, Invisibility*,Aid; Mirror Image* |
It seems as though Orris is cursed to be unable to find anyone of any use to him.
Air surrounds him, blowing his clothes and whipping his whispy, fog-like hair around his face as the currents pull him higher above the buildings, granting him a bird's eye view of the surrounding lands. He kicks off the wall to make space between himself and the burning building.
If there's nothing else in the building, I'll levitate up 20 feet to get a better look of the surrounding area. Levitate says you can pull yourself along. I'll have Orris kick off the wall to provide some lateral movement away from the building. You can decide how far that takes him.
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