No Man's Land (IC)

[Unkabear]

"The lady will come with me (if she desires), and I would like to take Grift along as scouting IS the reason he's with us."

"Daidoji it would be better for me to assist Whin in this. I have found that amazing things occur when something stirs up a town and they think that only the locals are around. Lips tend to loosen under these circumstances." Grift turns to Whin, "When you are ready."

 

[Jemal]

Whin glances from the lady to Ichiru, then nods once. "Of course, no problem at all." With that, he proceeds to get them a room (As described before), and Teleport from it (Also as described before).

 

[Rathan]

Meekor was Whins little green tail as per the moment as he followed the warrior/mage to his room and prepared himself for travel. His eyes memorized the room quietly as Whin rearranged slightly and he took note of this just in case.He made no noise once reaching the room and let Whin concentrate as much as he needed as he waited... though impatiently as always...

 

[Voidrazor]

"No Man's Land?"

The old man bellows out a jolly laugh. Smiling disarmingly at Lowryllyth, he regains his composure.

"Thats does explain much. So you are victims of the pirates I would guess then. No, I am not travelling to that island, at least I wasn't planning to. I suppose you good folks would like a lift that way, since I'm pretty sure you can't get there on your own."

"It seems I am in need of our indulgence." Inwardly, Lowyllyth panics at the truth of her words. If she failed to even find the island, surely the Master would replace her with a seed closer to the Source. And if that were to occur, her next assignment would likely be to burn her own soul out making trinkets for the Master, or perhaps some even less pleasant task.

"It is much to ask, I know. But, would you would be so gracious as to provide transport for us and perhaps a few other survivors who are adrift nearby? I can assure you the cause is just. Dark workings are afoot on the island, and we have been sent to intervene before the whole world is thrown into chaos."

 

[Bloodweaver1]

A flare of anger washed over the Hellfire Wyrm's face as Obsidian questions it. It hisses a single word at the construct.

"Secrecy..."

"A counsel with Secrecy is then respectivily requested. For events, both large and small that will define our world are happening right now." States Obsidian. "Obvious this is, though not so obvious is that coroperation between us could insure our survivability."

 

[moritheil]

Whin glances from the lady to Ichiru, then nods once. "Of course, no problem at all." With that, he proceeds to get them a room (As described before), and Teleport from it (Also as described before).

Ichiru nods as the others explain the reasoning behind Grift traveling with Whin. "Until we meet again, then."

Once Whin, Grift, and Meekor have left, he turns to the lady. "Thank you for lending us your support. Doubtless you wield potent power, but perhaps you could explain something of the nature of your abilities so that we might plan to work in concert? Therin, I understand you love personal combat, but are there any conditions you find particularly suitable or unsuitable?"

 

[Unkabear]

Grift Follows Whin & Meekor up to the room. He lounges patiently on the bed while Whin goes about his task. Grift has learned in the past to take moments of rest when he can get them. He hadn't need to test his gear in a long while. Through his many missions he has learned to blind & deafened grab what he needs from one of his many hiding places.

Grift waits patiently until he believes Whin was ready to teleport then he slipped from the bed and floated in the middle of the room waiting for the inevitable from Whin.

 

[Darimaus]

The Lady pauses for a second at Ichiru's question, pondering how to best describe her skills to the world. Apparantly deciding on a method, she looks over to her companions.

"I do believe actions speak louder than words"

With that, she suddenly drops a dispel magic on Ichiru [sblock=Ichiru Only] (OOC: Dropping Mindblank, Starmantle, and Greater Luminous Armor) [/sblock]

Afterwards, before anyone can react, she discharges a horrid mental attack in the form of 60ft cone at her party members (OOC: Will save, DC 42. Failure means you are stunned for 11 rounds)

"Satisfied?"


The Hellfire Wyrm blinks at Obsidian's suggestion.

"Apparantly you do not understand me, Mortal. My Master WISHES secrecy. You will not be granted council, and you will leave these lands, forcefully if it comes to that."


The second Hellfire Wyrm is also conversing with Yashar, albiet far away in the desert.

"And what is it you believe you could offer to us, Mr. "Mysterious Stranger"? I am not seeing such an incentive for us to forge our efforts together into one. Actually, now that I think on it, I don't even know what it is you want from us, If you are truly NOT a religious pawn in search of the disciples..."


The old man nods his head in agreement.

"I do agree, there is dark workings afoot. Many more than people care to imagine. I suppose it depends on who you ask. Some could believe those religious types, sending fleet after fleet of ships to this island for decades to fight to stop a phantom evil they know nothing about. Or it much more tangible evil that wreaks havok on that island's small habitat. Take those pirates for instance. Horrid lot. Law enforcement won't even chase them anymore. They're the same as the Gloomwood Stalkers in that regard. Simply lost too many good men. Now its up to folks to defend themselves... But I do go on sometimes. I suppose it wouldn't be too far out of my way to give you a lift. It may shorten my vacation significantly, but heck, theres nothin more fun than givin honest folks a hand, now is there?"

The old man gives Lowyllyth a friendly elbow poke and a wink.


Whin, Grift, and Meekor commence teleporting into one of the major cities in Hail, selecting a city call Gharbesht. They appear in the middle of a bustling marketplace, in bustling and alive city, the walls and buildings an odd but appealing shade of blue, and the roads paved with a silverlike substance. People notice the strange group of travellors, and they begin moving away and whispering to themselves. The party of adventurers have a feeling that they are not too welcome there.

 

[Avalon®]

As soon as the Lady unleashes her mental attack, Therin tries to analyze the method she had used. He had only enough time to exclaim his surprise before being stunned.
"What are ye doin' ye damned fo....."

Will Save=35, Spellcraft check=30

 

[Jemal]

Whin glances around, noting that Grift is till invisible, he whispers "Split off and find out what you can discreetly. We'll meet you back here in one hour." Then he turns to Meekor "Well, my friend, how about a drink?" And heads to find the nearest tavern.