No Man's Land (IC)

[Shayuri]

(OOC - Thanks, GM! So who am I with again? All those who saw the robed man in the church raise your hands? )

 

[Voidrazor]

Lowryllyth begins her interrogation with the dominated stalker. However, the man doesn't respond to the first four questions at all. (OOC: successful int check suggests doing so would be blatantly self destructive).

" I doubt the plans made in Brenno will be successful in any way shape or form. The political situation here involves a need to destroy the disciples paired with increasing threat from out nieghbors. After meeting you I will be staying here and continueing with my day to day duties. "

The muted grilling continues, "Do you know the answers to each of the questions I just posed? Assuming we leave, when do you expect to meet with you r higher up? Why specifically don't you think the plans in Brenno will be successful?"

OOC: Shayuri my cohort is outside the church with your Necro_Kinder's, s@squ@tch's, and others? characters.

 

[Darimaus]

Lowryllyth continues into the second batch of questions for the Stalker.

" I do know the answers to the questions. I don't meet with my higher up, he meets with me. If the Stalkers can't keep up with someone, nobody else on this island will be able to either... "

 

[Nephtys]

The King shakes his head slightly at Yashar, a hint of a devious smile on his lips.

"Oh, but things will actually be very simple. You see, Thrall is devoting most of its military to an operation directed towrds trapping or defeating a disciple. This will leave them incredably vulnerable, and thats when we intend to strike."

Yashar smiles, and replies in a casually self-deprecating tone.
"A favorable circumstance I'm sure Sire, but I'm afraid you underestimate my ignorance in these matters. Thrall means nothing to me, you may as well be talking about the mythical realms of Earth as far as my knowlege is concerned. The disciple you're talking about may as well be a fairy princess and your armies, except for what's precent in this room, are to me utterly unknown. I am a warrior, not a sage, but even a warrior can't go blundering blindly into the unknown. I can kill any enemy, but if I don't know who my enemies are that ability is of little use."

 

[Darimaus]

The King escorts Yashar into a massive Dining Hall, a feast with all manor of fine foods layed out.

"Do not worry, my friend. You shall be duly informed. However, your skills shall not be wasted in coordinating my forces. No, yours shall be a much greater task. I want you to bring their high priest to me. Preferably alive, but if not... things happen. But heres the catch. You cannot harm him directly. You have been marked as a servant of the Gatekeeper, which means you are not allowed to attack any of his followers. As such, you will need to devise a way around the problem. But you share that defense as well, meaning they will be unable to stop you. My forces will be at your disposal, and you can take the finest of my warriors as an eilite squad to assist you in this matter. Just tell me what kind of warriors you need and we will pick out the best candidates."

He shows Yashar a seat as he continues his descriptions.

"You will be facing a force of Paladins, and White Dragons. You will need to watch out for those dragons, they hide beneath the snow that covers their land. Unlike our nation, they send the creatures off on their own, so you shouldn't have to deal with riders. Their Priests and Mages have been all but annihilated by the disciple, and whatever remains will be at their so called trap. There won't be many footsdoliers either, Thrall believing in the policing force of a handful of competant men rather than a large amount of whelps. This makes them well liked by the populace, but they will have a difficult time replacing their losses, which is what makes that disciple such a threat to them."

 

[Darimaus]

The Dawrf slaps Obsidian on the back in a friendly manner.

"Where do we begin? Well, fer starters introductions are in order. I am Dormun Brimstone, leader of all the Northern Mountains. Who might you be? And what do ya want with our tribes?"

 

[Brother Allard]

"Don't you understand the concept of fun? What an intriguing being. I could just eat you up!"

He then gives Morrigan the creepiest smile he has EVER seen.

The frown passes from Morrigan's face, replaced by a sardonic smile as some sense of the situation begins to reveal itself.

He nods his head in a cursory bow. "The great and terrible Alex, I presume." He examines the man's hands, looking for these horrible claws he's heard so much about.

He indicates his companion, still circling to the stranger's rear. "I hope you will allow me to introduce my protégé: Taibhse, warrior and champion of the Undying King. He's not much of a conversationalist, I'm afraid - his expertise lies elsewhere. I trust, however, that you won't find his company entirely disagreeable. And, with your indulgence, may I also present myself," bowing again, slightly deeper. "Morrigan d'Coineascar, master of lore and shadow. My cohort and I have been making some effort to search you out. How kind of you to make yourself known."

OOC: Morrigan is continuing to ready a time stop in the event of any aggressive moves on the stranger's part.

 

[Jemal]

without speaking a word, Whin spreads his batlike wings and flings himself into the air, towards the cartographers place (Which was specifically mentioned as still standing). He half expects the door to open just as he lands, but if it doesn't, tries to open it. If this doesn't work, he will bang on it till it does.
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Fly to the door. Try to open the door. Knock on the door for about a minute straight. Then, proceede to KNOCKING on the door : Str check +13 , or unarmed damage 1d8+13.
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Assuming the door DOES eventually open (One way or another), Whin steps inside and adresses the mapmaker "You know more than you let on, and are much more powerful that I had first assumed, but you either can't or WON'T reveal it... Why?"

 

[Nephtys]

The King escorts Yashar into a massive Dining Hall, a feast with all manor of fine foods layed out.

"Do not worry, my friend. You shall be duly informed. However, your skills shall not be wasted in coordinating my forces. No, yours shall be a much greater task. I want you to bring their high priest to me. Preferably alive, but if not... things happen. But heres the catch. You cannot harm him directly. You have been marked as a servant of the Gatekeeper, which means you are not allowed to attack any of his followers. As such, you will need to devise a way around the problem. But you share that defense as well, meaning they will be unable to stop you. My forces will be at your disposal, and you can take the finest of my warriors as an eilite squad to assist you in this matter. Just tell me what kind of warriors you need and we will pick out the best candidates."

Yashar walks beside the King, conversing in a professional tone,
"My loyalties were never with the Gatekeepers, whatever my association with them may have seemed to imply. They offered me transport to this island and nothing more, all in return for a quest to save the world," he says amused. "My loyalty here is directly proportionate to the value my clients place in me. But you need not worry, once I am bought for a reasonable price I stay bought. I accept this task with no reservations."

He shows Yashar a seat as he continues his descriptions.

"You will be facing a force of Paladins, and White Dragons. You will need to watch out for those dragons, they hide beneath the snow that covers their land. Unlike our nation, they send the creatures off on their own, so you shouldn't have to deal with riders. Their Priests and Mages have been all but annihilated by the disciple, and whatever remains will be at their so called trap. There won't be many footsdoliers either, Thrall believing in the policing force of a handful of competant men rather than a large amount of whelps. This makes them well liked by the populace, but they will have a difficult time replacing their losses, which is what makes that disciple such a threat to them."

Yashar sits down and starts eating. Though he doesn't need food and drink it's still a source of enjoyment, and this food was very fine indeed.
"For a mission of this kind we should not act overtly. The best course would be to secure information about the High Priest's habits, by magical or mundane espionage, then simply teleport in with a well-prepared squadron as close as possibly to to the location where he at is the most vulnerable, possibly his sleeping-quarters. Fighting here should be kept at a minimum, to keep the losses to your troops low. Then, once the abduction has hurt their morale, we can strike again against other targets."
"In that case I would advocate a campaign of random terror as the easiest way of breaking our enemies will to fight, especially as they can't strike back at your sanctuary here and their alignment will not allow them to strike indiscriminatingly against your civilians. Integrated into that plan of terror should be strikes against their command structure, elite forces and vulnerable prestigious locations. After that we can begin going after their food and water supply. Once their society has begun to desintegrate we can then move in with occupation forces, if conquest is your objective."
"But for now I will need a flexible group, capable of stealth and infiltration, magical and mundane. Durable individuals capable of taking care of themselves in a fight and move quickly and desicively. Tactically minded people who know when to fight and when not to, but most importantly who know how to obey orders."
"Specifically; I need one or several high level arcane casters capable of casting at least Teleportation, Improved Invisibility, Nondetection or Mindblank, Wall spells and probably passwall and Mass Fly, possibly Disjunction but also Greater Dispell. At least one cleric of some potency. A great liar and diplomat, and the rest I leave up to you to decide. A Marshal who knows his place could come in handy with a large group, but noone who will counteract my orders."
"I will also need to trade in some of that gold you so generously bestowed upon me for several magical items and gems. Is there a Magic shop in the city?"

 

[Darimaus]

Alex clapped in hands with rediculous glee.

"You've come here looking for an autograph haven't you!" I can't dissapoint my loyal fans!"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture and a slim object. On closer inspection, the paper is a map with a bunch of cities crossed off in Xs, and the slim object was a severed human finger, still bleeding. He takes the finger, uses it to write his name on the map, and hands both over to Morrigan.



Whin takes flight for the mapmaker's house. The building is an oddity in the horrid destruction that surrounds it, the rest of the city, even the temple above is utterly destroyed. He gets to the door, and finds before it a strange box, filled to the brim with cookies.