No Man's Land (IC)

[Darimaus]

The green robed man let the silence continue on for many a minute. Any thoughts of why no more guards came to the aid of their king were allayed when a huge explosion from the courtyard rocked even the inner chambers of the castle. Even still, the man held his stance, letting the travellors grow uneasy. And yet, the travellors could begin to hear afaint sound, slowly growing louder as the man held their gazes. It soon came to be his voice, yet his lips did not move.

" You know Whin, I despise mages. always have. The arrogent bastards always believing themselves to be better than a hard working agent such as myself. And yet, you are different, a man who wields his strength by the force of his own muscle, despite his arcane corruption. which is why I came to see you first. "

OOC: Sense Motive check DC 40 to determine that that was a lie.

" We have alot we can offer you. We know the locations of those you seek. We know a nifty little escape route from this city. we can even locate that pesky King for you. And all we ask is your cooperation on a simple little assignment you could undertake for us. "

 

[Rathan]

Meekor grows even more annoyed with the pompas ass more and more by the second.... at first it was rather amusing... but now it just grows tiresome and old... he cocked his head to the side as he speaks...

"I dunnos who you think you are misters, but what makes you thinks we can't just leave on our own accords? Do you think us less than you? I really hopes not, as many have founds out exactly why we's still alive.... and theys not. State your business heres with us.. or gets the hell out of our ways, I will say this only once." Meekor utters making his rather gifted smarts be known, though apparently the common tongue was not his first language of choice.. regardless he makes his intentions known to the robed man and makes them very clearly...

[sblock=ooc] Not gonna bother with a sense motive... as I didn't take the skill and have a snowballs chances in hell of making it.. oh wait.. I don't even have that LOL[/sblock]

 

[Nephtys]

And Yashar continues walking towards the center of the labyrinth.

 

[Darimaus]

Yashar continue his journey through the labarinth, travelling down the left section. As he goes though, the trail begins to loze stability and starts to crumble behind him. (OOC: Make a reflex save to get to a safe spot.)


Meekor's outburst seemed to only amuse the robed man.

" Well now, theres something you don't see everyday. Now I suppose you want to hear precisely what I've got planned for you. Its quite simple. I want you all to venture forth to the Undead lands, the SAME Undead lands that gave rise to those happy critters you battled with earlier. Now, don't worry, I won't make you go on a crusade for good, slaying a smany undead as you can find to aid mankind. I don't really care. What I need is for you to get to Grudvent, a happy little fort town that managed to stay standing even when the country was taken by undead. And I need you to kill the Lord of that town. Simple, no? "

 

[Nephtys]

(ref 24+d20=32)

 

[Darimaus]

Yashar manages to stay ahead of the crumbling stone, and despite being biffetted by a new stream of wind leaping up from the cracks, he makes it to safety, a small flat ledge, with a stairway leading down into the rock. He soon finds himself in a web of caves, travelling through the ledges rather than on them. These caves begin to lead to places he had not noticed before, and by the time nightfall came, he was standing in front of a large gate, two guards nervously watching him from the rampards above.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Jareel Arithnis - Monk 20 hp: 201/201

The group of adventurer's listen to the robed guild member, as he relates his knowledge of the disciples.

" The one you will be seeking first is in this very region. He his a destroyer known as Albedo. He wanders the lands, destroing entire cities for no concievable reason. He has been rumored to be south of here. We had a man tailing him awhile back, but he was slain. I want you all to understand, we Stalkers are masters of survival, and unmatched at our trade. If our member was slain so simply, then this Albedo is a threat to be reckoned with. While people have told stories of seeing him, noone has seen him fight and lived, so I am afraid I canot recount his skills. I can tell you that if you want to meet with him, go to Brenno to the Southwest. The church is planning a surprise for him there. And I am sure he will be in attendance. "

Jareel furrows his brow,"Albedo..... Can you describe his appearance? How long ago was he spotted in Brenno? Does he have a base of operations in the town, or is he in the process of destroying the town as we speak? How far away is this Brenno? What exactly does the church have in store for him, and when is this surprise to be sprung? I apologize for the barrage of questions, but I feel that time is of the essence if we are to catch up with our prey."

 

[Darimaus]

The robed figure shakes his head at Jareel's barrage of questions.

" I'm afraid I cannot answer much of these questions. I can tell you this, Albedo is not in Brenno, and has never been. The church is luring him there, with methods I am not privy to. If you want to learn of their trap, then you will have to go forth yourselves and seek this knowledge. Brenno is about 60 miles away from here, so you will have some travel awaiting you. Now remember this. While descriptions of Albedo vary, only one fact remains the same in every telling. He carries the feautres of a human, in all ways except for angel's wings, and his clawed hands. Keep an eye out for them, it might save your lives. "

 

[s@squ@tch]

Jareel Arithnis - Monk 20 hp: 201/201

Jareel says to the robed man,"Thank you for your help, do you have, perchance, a contact name with the Church in Brenno?"

Afterwards, Jareel turns to his fellow companions and says,"I think it is best if we leave for Brenno as soon as possible."
"60 miles is about a 7 hour walk for me, do we have any faster means of conveyance?"

 

[Darimaus]

" We of the Gloomwood Stalkers do not use outsiders for knowledge, using the eyes and ears of our own organization for out trade. As such, no church memebers are under our employ. Though, as "chosen ones" assisting with the quest of destroying these disciples, I'm sure they will gladly assist you anyways. "

The robed man then looks away from the party, subtly hinting he has little else of value to tell them and goes back to sweeping.