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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 9151633" data-attributes="member: 6804768">Falen:Having been assisted by Timerlon for leatherwork the afternoon/evening before, he finds a crafted bandoleer and dagger sheathing to attach to his belt or backpack on a corridor table outside his room.  The design is genius and the work sturdy.  He had relocated from the firepit outside about 3:30am as it grew dim.  The bed's blankets were just the right combination of pleasantly cool and sufficient warm at the same time.  As he collects himself, dog tired from the previous day's events, he stretches and realizes that it's mid-morning.  Disgusted with himself for not rousing himself earlier, he reaches for his spellbook and thumbs through it, memorizing his daily spells.  It takes until nearly midday for him to spend the requisite time to build his magic to fighting weight.  Cursing his hungry, growling (how rude!) stomach, he finds plenty for breakfast. A hardboiled egg, more variety of fruit and bread, a flagon of mead and milk, and some oats.  Stormgrove was proving more to his liking in variety of culinary options.  He still felt off, as if a background noise of voices could be heard, but entirely coherent & clear.  He went back to his room and collected his things back into the haversack, noting that the bane dagger hung on the hearth of the small fireplace in his room.  It was as clean as it could be, Puck having scraped the dried blood and grime out of the blood groove and pommel ridges.  He donned his armor and blue explorer tunic, magic ring and amulet, and his magical hat.  He morphed his features into that of a much younger Camburn with stubble.  It wasn't an obvious likeness, but enough that it might give passersby a brief "do I know this fellow" look.  It was a personal ode to Camburn's sacrifice as well as his good fortune to still remain this side of the grass.  Then he sat down again.  Before he left Tanger, he'd been working diligently on magic to read thoughts as well as perfecting noticing people while his eyes were shut tight.  He'd attempted it while shipboard, but it resulted in his not being to sleep for the "noise".  He was feeling it again, only this time, he wasn't intending to work on it at all.Suddenly, his mind was aflutter with a cacophony of noise, perhaps voices?  He suddenly realized that he...what's the word he was looking for...sensed others in the manor and outside the manor.  He could sense their location relative to him.  He attempted to focus, frustrated, and thought, "I'm going to be sick."   Outside his door across and down the corridor he heard, "Did you say something, Mr. Falen?"  He replied, "No thank you, m'lady.  I'll be fine."  He then thought again, "Yep, I'm going to be sick."  The door knock and opened at the same time, and one of the house staff that had gone off-shift in early evening but was back again entered with a bowl and wet rags left for Falen outside his room.  Setting the bowl down, an elven purser put the bowl on a table opposite his bed and handed him a rag.  He snapped at her, "I said that I'll be fine."  He didn't speak the words, though.  He thought it.  She reacted predictably, and he hoped that she hadn't noticed how he had snapped at her.  Yeah, she had noticed.  "Mr. Falen, pardon the intrusion.  You mustn't shout with your magic, Sir.  It's magic, but it's not pleasant.  I was trying to help." She did not speak either.  She simply thought it.  He thought back.  "Leave me be, young lady.  Thank you.  I need to collect myself.  I appreciate your efforts."  He added quickly, "This spell is new to me, and not the least bit disconcerting."  She withdrew from his room with some advice, "Try to focus on one person at a time, and if you can't escape the noise, focus on objects until you are able to gather yourself.  My aunt was a witch, and she liked to know what we children were up to without us knowing that she knew.  Didn't always come naturally. Take your time."  With that, she exited and went back to her post.  It took him more time, but he was able to collect himself enough through doing what she suggested that he gathered his strength and went back to the great hall.  He passed her and stopped, thinking to her, "Thank you for the suggestion.  My apologies for snapping.  Could you do me a favor and see that Timerlon, the leathersmith, received these gems (2x25gp ea and 1x10gp) for the work he did for me, and you may have this (1x10gp gem) for being thoughtful enough to counsel me despite my intemperance.  This is for Puck; could you also give him this gem (1x10gp)?"    He hands her the gems, collects himself again, and continues to the great hall looking for the others.  The noise subsides quickly.  However, he is still thrown off his equilibrium as he can sense everyone around him, not unsimilar to his darkvision in a cave.  However, it's not their physical shape that he sees; it's their mind.  "I think I did it," he says to himself softly.[SPOILER="Falen's Telepathic Ability & Mindsight"] Falen's experiments with enchantments and divination have resulted in Falen having a supernatural (not psionic) telepathic ability and an ability (feat) to use it to echolocate any intelligent (INT>=1) creature within 100' of him.  Neither mundane nor magical darkness hinder this ability.  He can communicate telepathically with these same creatures if he speaks their languages and can focus on them.  It takes a standard action to communicate in this fashion.  Note:  This feat allows one to detect and pinpoint beings that are not mindless (anything with an INT score => 1) within range of its telepathy. This works much like blindsense--the creature knows what square each thinking being is in, but it does not see the being, and the being still has total concealment unless the creature can see it by some other means. The creature also perceives several observable characteristics about each being detected with mindsight, including the being's type and Intelligence score. The creature need not take any additional or special actions to gain this information; it is as obvious to mindsight as the being's race and clothing would be to eyesight.[/SPOILER]</blockquote>

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