[KAUAI]The Rod of Seven Parts: Of Hexes and Gems

[Mista Collins]

By the Gods!
The albino short wizard calls and watch the transformation.
Gods riddance of the grumpy one.
He shoots a quick glance at his bed, where the wand is hidden under the mattress.
Any more surprises? It just read my mind
He thinks excitedly, watches the human priest,
A magic …
Gamad points his finger, hold the broom tightly, ready himself to reduce the human to the size of a Halfling and shoots questions
Who are you? Speak fast! Are you Dter in disguise, are you here by my request, are you here to protect the wand?

Standing there for awhile in a blank stare, Chev tries to take in where exactly he is. Seeing the albino dwarf and the broom in his hand, he remains puzzled.

"Dter? Wand? Protect it?" Chev asks as he scratches his scruff beard. "My name is Chev and I just need a place to shave. Seeing that you are employed here to clean rooms, do you know where I could obtain a bowl and some warm water?"

Walking over to the bed, Chev sits down heavily, and places his gear next to the bed. Seeing the look on the albino dwarf's face, Chev repeats himself in the man's native tongue even though the dwarf originally spoke to him in common.

[sblock=dwarven]"I just need a place to shave and seeing that you are employed here to clean rooms, do you know where I could obtain a bowl and some warm water?"[/sblock]

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gamad

Standing there for awhile in a blank stare, Chev tries to take in where exactly he is. Seeing the albino dwarf and the broom in his hand, he remains puzzled.

"Dter? Wand? Protect it?" Chev asks as he scratches his scruff beard. "My name is Chev and I just need a place to shave. Seeing that you are employed here to clean rooms, do you know where I could obtain a bowl and some warm water?"

Walking over to the bed, Chev sits down heavily, and places his gear next to the bed. Seeing the look on the albino dwarf's face, Chev repeats himself in the man's native tongue even though the dwarf originally spoke to him in common.

[sblock=dwarven]"I just need a place to shave and seeing that you are employed here to clean rooms, do you know where I could obtain a bowl and some warm water?"[/sblock]

[sblock=dwarven]NOOOOO!!!! [/sblock]
Screams the hooded dwarf in his mother tongue, he reveal himself to the Priest that sees a weird albino deformed dwarf which currently his face turns tomato red.
Get out of my bed, this is my bed and don't mess the room. I'm a powerful wizard and I just summoned you using a powerful magical device.
The dwarf calls in the human tongue and tries to Shoo the priest from his bed using the broom.
We need to talk, so take a seat … somewhere.
The wand, the wand did it
Gamad mumbles as he straightens the bed sheets.

 

[Mista Collins]

Using his shield to protect his face from getting scratched by the broom's bristles, Chev stands up and moves away from this man's bed. "This is your room? I do apologize." Looking at the dwarf fix the sheets, Chev continues. "You do keep a tidy room though."

Having a seat elsewhere, Chev is confused. "You brought me here? We need to talk? Well then, talk."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gamad

Well not exactly me, But I wished the other one should go…you know… disappear.
The dwarf says as he sweeps the room.
My name is Gamad, a powerful wizard and a curse among my kin but don't be troubled, you are safe …
He coughs, gargle and spit out of the window.
A moment ago, where you just stood was a dwarf, a grumpy, angry and maniac one, I plead in my heart and to the gods for him to disappear, he was a mess and filthy.
Gamad nods to the pile of dust and sand beside the door.
He muttered and Poof, you appeared, you were sent here by my request and by the arcane power of the wand which I and the others need to figure out what he does.
In the meantime you are most welcome to stay here with me or we can satisfy my thirsty throat with a bottle of wine down the lounge, here or there, you need to tell me how you came here and where you were a moment ago.

 

[Mista Collins]

"I do not know exactly how I came here, but I believe it to be an act of Narn." Chev says. "Everyone has their place in battle and I think mine is here."

Standing up and walking to the door, Chev continues. "Come, Gamad. A drink does sound good to me."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gamad

Washing his face quickly and straighting his uncombed hair and beard, the albino dwarf follows the priest down to the lounge, not before locking the room.
Narn … so it might be a divine stick of some sort,
I wonder what the others found out with that Rancid fellow
He mumbles under his breath as they go gown to the lounge.

 

[Voadam]

Voadam seeks more answers from the beautiful Aquesta "I am not so well versed in the planes of pure Law and Chaos or the races therefrom. My knowledge of the planes is mostly related to the nether realms of fiends and their occupants. Know that in addition to the Queen and the Vaati, the recently freed demon lord Xiphid is after the Rod as well. His power is currently constrained but he is maneuvering to regain the might and status he once held. I am one who stands against him.

So this Qadeej of the Bledrudeam will seek to block us as well. I would know more of him and the Council of Nine. Men call the Vaati Wind Dukes you say. Are you in your true form a winged race then or perhaps composed of elemental air? How should we know this Qadeej should we encounter him?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Replying to Brakkus, Arquesta says, "I should think knowledge of the Rod is uncommon. Anyone interested is likely either an agent of the Wind Dukes, or working in some way for the Queen. The folk of the city know nothing, as best I can tell, of these more worldly matters."

Arquesta replies to Voadam. "The Council of Nine will have to wait for another time. We've lingered long enough over bread, and I expect you'll be wanting to check on a friend, and soon." The raven-haired woman winks at Pilgrim. "Suffice to say that while some of my brethren are winged, the vaati race as a whole is not winged. While we once ruled as lords of this world, after the war between Chaos and Law an aeon ago and the shattering of the Rod, the Council determined that the Vale of Aaqa should be relocated to its present location in the planar realms. And again I say unto thee, ware the Queen and ware Qadeej; while it is unlikely you will ever see the Queen, you will know Qadeej by his smooth black skin and haughty, cool demeanor. A gold ring, too, he sports, of a compass rose. Though whether he wears it still, I do not know; it has been many long years since last I saw him."

Arquesta rises from the table. Collecting her brass cage, the woman smiles kindly 'round the table. "You have but to hold the segment and think of the Rod as whole, and it will speak to you of where you may find the next piece. Keep yourselves safe, and whole, so that you will live again to treat with me when next we meet. May you find friends upon your path, and may your enemies be cursed with forgetfulness." Arquesta lays a hand in farewell on the shoulder of each person seated around (and under) the table. The woman's touch is firm and warm, and sends a ray of fire and hope spiraling up each individual's arm.

 

[Voadam]

As Arquesta stands so does Voadam. When she touches his arm the fire erupts and Voadam feels the hope well within him. He does not know what she has done but he has suspicions. He takes her hand in his and bows to kiss it formally before straightening.

"A touch to bind our fates and inspiration for the quest you seek us to perform? I ask a boon then if you must leave now, a remembrance to keep you close so that I might return to you. A lock of your hair to hold you in mind until we can continue our conversation about the Vaati and the Council. I look forward to speaking with you again about the affairs of the forces of Law. Oh, and one last quick question before we part, what does the second fragment do?"

 

[Ambrus]

Although Maelicent does accept the female's proffered plate of mushrooms, he remains securely seated in the shadowy space beneath the hut-sized table, always weary of being out in the open. When Arquesta kneels down and reaches out a hand to grasp the Gudwulf warrior's shoulder Maelicent reacts instinctively and ducks out of reach behind the table's center column. The giant-kins' conversation had done little to assuage the paranoid creature's fears.

Fighting the wolf-spiders had proven easy when compared to trying to grasp the existence of multiple-worlds stacked atop each other like cord-wood. Add to that a magic stick which was only a part of a mighty pole that several otherworldly demon-lords were desperate to claim. Voadam claimed to be from some other world and this female admitted that she was a member of some alien race. In Maelicent's experience, the only creatures who travelled between this world and the Otherworld were the spirits of the dead and the demons who hunted them.

The goblin simply didn't know what to make of the whole affair he found himself embroiled in and was seriously considering bolting without another look behind him. Perhaps there are thing that good goblins were simply not meant to know...