Paranoia833
First Post
ooc: Again, sory about the delay. Lucky for me term's over now so barring anything bad happening on my end normal service should be resumed.
[sblock=Alysina]
“As I was saying, the cave was absolutely covered in designs of aberrant dragonmarks, all seething with latent magical energy according to my divinations. Naturally I couldn’t wait to begin studying them and set up a temporary workstation at the base of one of the tunnels, took a few samples of the various marks using a wonderful little box I’d recovered dating back to the War of the Mark… a fact that proved to be my undoing. There were six of us originally you see: Myself, Friend, Halberd (an mercenary and former squad mate of Friend’s I believe), Darios (The ranger who guided us down there, nice fellow for a Shifter but… well you’ll see) and Duran an unmarked scion of Jorasco I’d hired to patch us up should we get into any scrapes. Well several minutes after we entered the cavern Duran and Darios were taken ill, it took about an hour to have visible effects but when it came on… well, they could barely walk. Given the circumstances I called for a break and we took some time to analyse them. Of course it was some side effect from the marks, one which only seemed to effect unmarked organic beings. Naturally I would have had Friend and Halberd carry them out but, well, we had some uninvited guests. Have you ever heard tell of Ravers? Well these ones… some impressionable people given to conspiracy theories say they aren’t human, though I’ve always considered myself to sensible for such foolishness but these Ravers… if they were human they certainly aren’t now! Their mutated anatomy was… well let’s just say I don’t mind telling you I lost my breakfast just looking at them. They were covered in aberrant marks too, not like the ones naturally occurring on the common races mind, but multiple marks, as if the manifestations on the walls had grown and spread onto their flesh. We would’ve been heavily outnumbered even if we were all fighting fit and with two of us already down for the count, well naturally we chose to flee. Friend took Darios on his shoulders, Halberd Duran and we ran has fast as our legs could carry us, which unfortunately for Halberd and Duran wasn’t that fast… never did look back to find out what happened to them. In any case Halberd’s sacrifice plus a scroll of expeditious retreat or two I’d constructed beforehand allowed us to outrun them and escape up to the relative safety of Fallen, where Darios proceeded to try and kill us. Given our situation I hadn’t been paying him much mind… he was covered with the marks and… melting. Stark raving bonkers too. His claws would have finished me right there if Friend hadn’t broken his spine the minute he tried to leap for me.”Friend beams with pride.
“Anyway,” Robillan continues, “Since only I and Friend were left we decided it… wouldn’t be advisable to remain in Fallen. We retreated to my laboratory, whereupon I set to work studying the samples I recovered. The results were astonishing! It’s effect on dragonmarks… well that Dragonsblood stuff they sell on the black market is the only thing I know that compares, and even then it pales in comparison to what these marks might be capable of. I’d been working on a way to stabilise it, and make it work with genuine dragonmarks and was preparing to present my findings to the Twelve when the Forces of Mediocrity stuck. Naturally I couldn’t allow them access to my research, I used my own dragonmark to destroy the samples (another observation of mine: When an impure sample makes contact with a pure dragonmark an explosive reaction occurs, the sample burns away and leaves a similarly severe burn on my, uh, I mean the dragonmarked scions flesh. Opposites definitely don’t attract it would seem). Then you intervened and… well you know the rest.”
He looks at Alysina inquiringly, as if to ask what she makes of all this.
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[sblock=Weapon]
"As a matter of fact I am." He says, as if the fact were completely trivial. "You see I believe I've seen this room before and... wait no, it's nothing you need to know."
The stairs barely support Weapon’s weight, and there are one or two times when steps strain or give way and it looks like the warforged will crash through the floor. Luckily these obstacles are nothing he can’t climb out of. It takes Weapon about a minute to clamber carefully up the wreck of the stairs.
When he enters the laboratory he finds the Sentinal Marshal busily searching the room, the corona of light surrounding him brighter than ever. The room itself is a flaming ruin, indeed part of the floor towards the back of the room has already collapsed, and pieces of misshaped molten metal and splinters of crystal that my once have been dragonshards are scattered everywhere. The Marshal himself seems to be ignoring these curiosities however, and if frantically searching the opposite side of the room. Judging from the methodical way he is searching, he already has a vague idea of what he is looking for, a secret door or compartment of some kind judging by the way he’s testing the wall at various points.
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"T-the kobolds!" She squeals. "They're the masterminds behind this! I don't know what they want. They just kidnapped me and my sister and told me I had to work for them. Please don't eat me! You've got to believe me!"
Suddenly the kobold speaks in thick, gutteral yet doglike draconic. He is clearly adressing Arvan, apparently assuming the Seren can understand him.
[sblock=Draconic]
"You lesser races polute the air with your wretched, lying tongue. Our meeting has been forseen, but I will not dirty myself like this degenerate heir of Tarkanan. If you are to address me it shall be done in the true speech... Speaker." [/sblock]
[sblock=Alysina]
“As I was saying, the cave was absolutely covered in designs of aberrant dragonmarks, all seething with latent magical energy according to my divinations. Naturally I couldn’t wait to begin studying them and set up a temporary workstation at the base of one of the tunnels, took a few samples of the various marks using a wonderful little box I’d recovered dating back to the War of the Mark… a fact that proved to be my undoing. There were six of us originally you see: Myself, Friend, Halberd (an mercenary and former squad mate of Friend’s I believe), Darios (The ranger who guided us down there, nice fellow for a Shifter but… well you’ll see) and Duran an unmarked scion of Jorasco I’d hired to patch us up should we get into any scrapes. Well several minutes after we entered the cavern Duran and Darios were taken ill, it took about an hour to have visible effects but when it came on… well, they could barely walk. Given the circumstances I called for a break and we took some time to analyse them. Of course it was some side effect from the marks, one which only seemed to effect unmarked organic beings. Naturally I would have had Friend and Halberd carry them out but, well, we had some uninvited guests. Have you ever heard tell of Ravers? Well these ones… some impressionable people given to conspiracy theories say they aren’t human, though I’ve always considered myself to sensible for such foolishness but these Ravers… if they were human they certainly aren’t now! Their mutated anatomy was… well let’s just say I don’t mind telling you I lost my breakfast just looking at them. They were covered in aberrant marks too, not like the ones naturally occurring on the common races mind, but multiple marks, as if the manifestations on the walls had grown and spread onto their flesh. We would’ve been heavily outnumbered even if we were all fighting fit and with two of us already down for the count, well naturally we chose to flee. Friend took Darios on his shoulders, Halberd Duran and we ran has fast as our legs could carry us, which unfortunately for Halberd and Duran wasn’t that fast… never did look back to find out what happened to them. In any case Halberd’s sacrifice plus a scroll of expeditious retreat or two I’d constructed beforehand allowed us to outrun them and escape up to the relative safety of Fallen, where Darios proceeded to try and kill us. Given our situation I hadn’t been paying him much mind… he was covered with the marks and… melting. Stark raving bonkers too. His claws would have finished me right there if Friend hadn’t broken his spine the minute he tried to leap for me.”Friend beams with pride.
“Anyway,” Robillan continues, “Since only I and Friend were left we decided it… wouldn’t be advisable to remain in Fallen. We retreated to my laboratory, whereupon I set to work studying the samples I recovered. The results were astonishing! It’s effect on dragonmarks… well that Dragonsblood stuff they sell on the black market is the only thing I know that compares, and even then it pales in comparison to what these marks might be capable of. I’d been working on a way to stabilise it, and make it work with genuine dragonmarks and was preparing to present my findings to the Twelve when the Forces of Mediocrity stuck. Naturally I couldn’t allow them access to my research, I used my own dragonmark to destroy the samples (another observation of mine: When an impure sample makes contact with a pure dragonmark an explosive reaction occurs, the sample burns away and leaves a similarly severe burn on my, uh, I mean the dragonmarked scions flesh. Opposites definitely don’t attract it would seem). Then you intervened and… well you know the rest.”
He looks at Alysina inquiringly, as if to ask what she makes of all this.
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[sblock=Weapon]
"As a matter of fact I am." He says, as if the fact were completely trivial. "You see I believe I've seen this room before and... wait no, it's nothing you need to know."
The stairs barely support Weapon’s weight, and there are one or two times when steps strain or give way and it looks like the warforged will crash through the floor. Luckily these obstacles are nothing he can’t climb out of. It takes Weapon about a minute to clamber carefully up the wreck of the stairs.
When he enters the laboratory he finds the Sentinal Marshal busily searching the room, the corona of light surrounding him brighter than ever. The room itself is a flaming ruin, indeed part of the floor towards the back of the room has already collapsed, and pieces of misshaped molten metal and splinters of crystal that my once have been dragonshards are scattered everywhere. The Marshal himself seems to be ignoring these curiosities however, and if frantically searching the opposite side of the room. Judging from the methodical way he is searching, he already has a vague idea of what he is looking for, a secret door or compartment of some kind judging by the way he’s testing the wall at various points.
[/sblock]
"T-the kobolds!" She squeals. "They're the masterminds behind this! I don't know what they want. They just kidnapped me and my sister and told me I had to work for them. Please don't eat me! You've got to believe me!"
Suddenly the kobold speaks in thick, gutteral yet doglike draconic. He is clearly adressing Arvan, apparently assuming the Seren can understand him.
[sblock=Draconic]
"You lesser races polute the air with your wretched, lying tongue. Our meeting has been forseen, but I will not dirty myself like this degenerate heir of Tarkanan. If you are to address me it shall be done in the true speech... Speaker." [/sblock]
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