Life In Vein

[mpickett81]

Matzerath mojh akashic 2 unf 1

"Some of your group arrives unbidden. Find the others, one that has danced with fire, and another who has seen crystal move. Lion and the kin to the ice-staff, you will know them and they will help calm the winds, for they know their fury.

Matzerath listens to the cryptic words of the woman. "If you're suggesting we examine the source of this magical storm, witch, I'm more than ready. I hope you have the information we seek." Fixing his gaze to Eyric, Matzerath picks up on his obvious disgust. Feeble-minded non-mojh... unwilling to accept what he does not understand. Turning back to Quelsa, "Your servant, however, appears too foolish to understand the wealth of abilities my kind can offer."

 

[Steve Gorak]

Matzerath listens to the cryptic words of the woman. "If you're suggesting we examine the source of this magical storm, witch, I'm more than ready. I hope you have the information we seek." Fixing his gaze to Eyric, Matzerath picks up on his obvious disgust. Feeble-minded non-mojh... unwilling to accept what he does not understand. Turning back to Quelsa, "Your servant, however, appears too foolish to understand the wealth of abilities my kind can offer."

With a smile, Urgo says:

"Oh, I do aplologize for my brother. I think the stress of the storm has gotten to all of us."

Looking at Eryic, "kind sir, I gather you have not met too many Mojh in the past. Don't worry, my kind is just like humanity, some good some bad. I assure you, you have nothing to fear from us. We are simply looking for information on the storm, and we are accompanying our newly found Faen friends, Pai and Soen. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Urgo'Nangoroth, but my friends call me Urgo. This si my brother Matzerath."

Looking at Quelsa, "my lady, what do you know about the storm that is coming? I am eager to know more about this threat."

[OCC: Diplomacy +7]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Arkas, you determine the statue is non-magical, only about a month old, and that Naima is currently a nervous wreck. You also recall that statues shouldn't move without extensive magic being used, so this phenomena is highly irregular. It's possible, however, that someone used some kind of animation spell on the statue. When you ask Naima about the statue, she tells you the following.*

"I was just so blocked... I couldn't think of anything for the festival, and I was just so listless. Then I had this dream one night, wind coming out of the mountains and the statue flying before it... When I woke up I put in a big order for crystal and I've virtually been working non-stop. I dreamed about it every time I closed my eyes... and sometimes when I was awake," she shudders. "I want to go to a priest, she might be able to help... her name is Quelsa, she's a wind priestess. Please, can you help me?"

*Her voice is plaintive and she seems on the verge of tears. Looking about her home you can see where it is not a wreck it looks abandoned, as if she hasn't touched some corners in a month or more.*

*Agracahn, as Barlareen waits for the answer to her question, she stares off into space and makes a half mumbled comment.*

"I need to talk to Quelsa, she's a priest, she'd know what's going on. Why I didn't go to her earlier, I don't know..." she says wearily.

*Eryic, when Quelsa sees your stance and voice full of anger, she lays a gentle hand on your arm.*

"Calm wind-brother, hatred only serves to fuel this wind," she murmurs.

*Turning to Matzerath, Quelsa's voice turning chiding.*

"He is no servant of mine, he is a warrior and magician in his own right. The winds of fate have brought you together, so be certain the winds of your words blow no ill, master mojh," she says sweetly.

*Turning to Urgo, she nods graciously at his apology for his brother's behavior.*

"For this storm, I can only say I believe someone is using the winds to ill, and perhaps has been doing it for some time. They mean to use these winds of anger and pain, of sorrow and destruction to a terrible end. The winds of fate have shown to me a group of many to go and calm their anger. Go where the winds are strongest, and you will find their source. They may blast at you in anger, but know for every howling gale it only shows you more clearly where it is from and the nature of it," Quelsa says, her eyes intense.

 

[Steve Gorak]

*Turning to Urgo, she nods graciously at his apology for his brother's behavior.*

"For this storm, I can only say I believe someone is using the winds to ill, and perhaps has been doing it for some time. They mean to use these winds of anger and pain, of sorrow and destruction to a terrible end. The winds of fate have shown to me a group of many to go and calm their anger. Go where the winds are strongest, and you will find their source. They may blast at you in anger, but know for every howling gale it only shows you more clearly where it is from and the nature of it," Quelsa says, her eyes intense.

"Wind Mistress, is there a peak that is more vivid, in the visions the winds have brought you? There are a lot of mountains where the winds churn, how will we know were to go?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I know of a site of witchery that few know of. It lies in the Elder Mountains, and it may be that the winds come from there," Quelsa says, reaching into her sleeve and withdrawing a map that she spreads on the ground. "I am not entirely certain. But if the winds attack you, mark the direction they come from, they will lead you to their source."

 

[Dougal DeKree]

Arkas, male Loresong Mag2/Aks1

*Arkas looks around, inspecting the messy areas then gazing back at Naima*
She seems to have had a rough time, maybe it's better to take her to some other place for a while...the priestess will probably even be able to help her regain her mental stability

"Naima, it will be a pleasure for me to accompany you to the priestess Quelsa - if you could lead the way, please?"
*Arkas makes an inviting gesture towards the Main door of the building*

While on the way Arkas will be on his guard, just in case some other strange thing happens.

 

[GoodKingJayIII]

Eryic Darumen human Wind Witch 3

*Eryic, when Quelsa sees your stance and voice full of anger, she lays a gentle hand on your arm.*

"Calm wind-brother, hatred only serves to fuel this wind," she murmurs.

His muscles tense for a moment at her hand, but quickly he relaxes at her soft touch and gentle words. Still he is unable to take his eyes from the two Mojh standing before him. "Do not patronize me, Matzerath," he says, to the first that spoke, "I am well aware of what you can... offer." The venom in his voice has subsided somewhat, but their is still an edge to it, so fine perhaps even Eryic does not know of its presence.

His face brightens somewhat. Stringy blonde hair hangs limply in front of his face, but it can barely hide the look of satisfaction. "But if there is a Witchery Site," he continues, "Perhaps it is you who needs me."

He turns to the Priestess. "I will go with these people, my lady, if the winds say it must be so," he replies. He bows gracefully, a stark image contrasting his bedraggled, weather-worn look.

"I will control myself."

 

[mpickett81]

Matzerath, mojh akashic 2 unf 1

His face brightens somewhat. Stringy blonde hair hangs limply in front of his face, but it can barely hide the look of satisfaction. "But if there is a Witchery Site," he continues, "Perhaps it is you who needs me."
He turns to the Priestess. "I will go with these people, my lady, if the winds say it must be so," he replies. He bows gracefully, a stark image contrasting his bedraggled, weather-worn look.
"I will control myself."

Observing the map, Matzerath looks toward the priestess. "I'm glad you're able to speak in a form more direct than riddles, Lady Witch. Of course, I am willing to put any prejudices aside for this adventure. This town has grown dull... and I've become sick of the oafs that rule this city watching my every move."

Turning to Eyric, Matzerath adopts a sly grin. "I respect your force of character, my friend. If you can offer me the same respect... we won't have anything to worry about." As he speaks, Matzerath ever so slightly flexes his fingers so that the blades on his battle claw fan out.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Arkas, Naima nods gratefully and begins to lead you through the streets. She sticks close to your side and glances at everything fearfully, as if expecting enemies to attack at every moment. Occasionally a breeze goes though the streets and she freezes in abject terror when that happens.*

*Eventually she takes you to the wind temple, and in there to a screening of lithe trees that seem to be screening off a small gathering. One is an older woman with long hair and robes, another is a wind-blown man. Two are mojh, one dressed very elegantly and the other in robes. Also is another spryte, a man wearing light armor and carrying a dagger, and a robed faen with a staff. They all turn to look at you.*

"Quelsa!" Naima cries and flies into the woman's arms. Quelsa, you assume, cradles her like a child and speaks to her softly for several minutes. Finally she nods and Naima flies up again.

"It is fortuitous, as it seems the wind is already collecting its champions on its own. These here assembled seek the source of the angry wind that is plaguing this town. You are also one of them," Quelsa says matter-of-factly to Arkas.

 

[Dougal DeKree]

*Arkas bows deeply towards Quelsa, then nods towards the others in greeting*

"I am Arkas, magister and seeker of knowledge. It is a pleasure meeting you. The angry wind you are talking about - could that be something that triggers strange magic phenomena? I arrived at Naima's place just in time to save her from a moving statue, which would have crushed her otherwise. After that the statue became inert immediately and i couldn't detect any magic effect on it whatsoever. When will we depart to seek out this source you are talking about? Because i will have to change the sortiment of spells i chose lately before we leave..."