No Man's Land (IC)

[Jemal]

Whin Sighs "I really care not for why you've 'Chosen' Us, or your disdain for the arcane. What I do care is that you want us to work for these Undead, else why would you want the lord of the only remaining stronghold against them slain?" He steps forwards and rests a calming hand on Meekor's Shoulder. "But I guess that doesn't matter either way, does it? I WILL make you a deal. Tell me why I should trust you to keep your word once we do this, and I will consider it. First however, we've other companions to speak with upon our return, I think that Grudvent's Lord can wait a day... Assuming, of course, you convince me that you will keep your end of the bargain." Whin cocks his head to the side and awaits the response.

 

[Nephtys]

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.

Yashar looks up and grins at the nervous guards, knocking on the gate with one enormous fist. "Will you open your fate for a weary traveller in need of rest and information?"

 

[Darimaus]

" Ahhh... the banter of the nieve. Its been a long time since I've heard something that rediculous. Step one, you don't know my trade, so you don't know my motives. Step two, you don't know my trade, so you don't know my credibility. And even if I let slip the two little words, you wouldn't know what they mean. But I think, at least for the purposes of giving you a happy riddle to solve, I'll do it anyways. I am a Gloomwood Stalker, a title that you will find bears alot of weight on this island. You can follow your church or side with the independants all you want, but WE are the true power. You go to your companions, mighty warrior. I will find you when you are finished. "

With that, the scarred stalker stands, and begins to walk down the hall out of sight.

 

[Darimaus]

The two guards quickly rush to open the gate for Yashar, leaving him a straight path into the capital city. The buildings all made from hollowed out spires of tan stone rising from the large floating land everything was built on. No people were on the streets strangely enough, with all doors and windows barred and locked. Looking down the road ahead of him, Yashar could see a straight path to the palace. It seemed to him like he was expected.

 

[Nephtys]

Yashar walks calmly towards the palace, fully expecting betrayal at any time. Entering he looks around, smirking slightly.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Obsidian & Granite

‘Not here for a fight.’ For all of Obsidian’s countless days and endless nights, those exact words have never been spoken to him. He is the embodiment of Destruction and War, why would he not be here to relish in the joys of combat. However, like the chaos of war, things have changed and in order to achieve Victory, one must adapted to survive.

He motions for the large dragon to stay behind and with Granite locked securely across his back he boldly approaches the muscular dwarf. In his guttural deep tone he says, “Nations and their neighbors fight amongst each other, soon crumble they will when the attention of an undead army they gain. Rally these nations and neighbors must or certain destruction will they face. Sacrifices, forged from this are alliances. Here we have come to collect. Offer this we do freely, ‘What do you need?’”

 

[Unkabear]

Grift again shook his head ever so slightly as he had for Whin with the King.
43 Sense Motive
20 Bluff most likely failing

 

[Darimaus]

The Dwarven Barbiarian approaches close to Obsidian, staring him right in the eyes, neither warrior willing to back down.

"And what could be going throuhg yer head to make us believe we need help from the likes o them? Those undead don't stand a chance in our mountains, and we know dis realm like the back of our hands. And let me just say this, I don't take orders from no weaklings!"


Yashar ventures towards the palace, confident of his ability to hande anything the denizens could throw at him. As he enters the courtyard, is is not surprised to see a show of force, lines and lines of mounted soldiers, riding anything from horses, to warcats, to red dragons. At the front, a dias is set up with a king his throne behind it, as well as a massive purple curtain to the left. The king stands up, and bellows to Yashar.

"Greetings great travellor. We are glad to finally meet your aquantance. If there is anything you need, anything at all, please feel free to ask."

 

[Jemal]

"Screw the king, I want to get back to town. We need a strategy meeting." With that, Whin sneers at the departing man's back, and teleports them back.

 

[Nephtys]

Yashar ventures towards the palace, confident of his ability to hande anything the denizens could throw at him. As he enters the courtyard, is is not surprised to see a show of force, lines and lines of mounted soldiers, riding anything from horses, to warcats, to red dragons. At the front, a dias is set up with a king his throne behind it, as well as a massive purple curtain to the left. The king stands up, and bellows to Yashar.

"Greetings great travellor. We are glad to finally meet your aquantance. If there is anything you need, anything at all, please feel free to ask."

Yashar bows, a courteous gesture without a shred of humility, "Greetings great monarch," his deep voice reverberates trough the hall without the need to bellow, "I seek merely a place to rest and a bit of intelligent conversation., which I'm sure you can supply if you will allow me to presume further upon your time."