Part 1: The Forgotten Forge (Knight Otu judging) [Concluded]

[stonegod]

Weapon takes note of the shifter's interest in the schema, but only says to it, "We were hired to do a task, not to renege on it." Seeing the other's tiredness, he adds, "I have no need of sleep. You all may rest if needed. I will sleep enough when the inevitable happens."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Willingness to work evil for coin is not the trait of a good person, it is the trait of a heartless monster, or at least an unthinking lapdog," Siobhan replies coldly.

'A pity that Kharas had such an effective infusion left--this doesn't seem to be a productive discussion...'

 

[stonegod]

"Nothing good or evil lasts. Nothing lasts. That is just the way of the world." Weapon shrugs. Philosophical discussions were not his purview.

 

[Erekose13]

The party moves over to the lost temple and settles in for the night. Strange dripping sounds and the odd scratching noise keep Weapon listening at shadows all night. But nothing makes its presence more known throughout his watch. In the morning those who slept within the shrine feel quite refreshed, their hearts heartened by the peaceful sleep.

(ooc: everyone heals as if from a full nights rest as if watched over by someone with the heal skill ~ 2hp. I normally award XP for each night of rest, but I'll hold off till the end as it is imminent.)

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Wait a minute please--before the healing)

*Siobhan shakes her head.*

"No, you are wrong. And your lack of scruples is horrifying. Please, we must check the schema before you hand it over to that woman. Furthermore, I suggest mentioning it to the main Dragonmarked House--for those of you greedy for the lure of gold, they may offer more money than she does, and for those who actually have a heart, we can check to see if she is who she says she is. After all, for all we know she is just another minion of the Lord of Blades sent to make sure he gets the schema whether we live or die. We need to check."

 

[stonegod]

Weapon is unfazed by Siobhan's anger, nor does he seem to be bothered by the insult, if he took it as that. "Think as you will. It is how you are made. I am how I am made---a tool, a weapon. It is the nature of my being." He looks at the others. "If you wish to follow her advice, I can not stop you. My input has been given."

 

[Velmont]

"Come on, stop to babble, lad. I am checking. Whatever there is in it, I hope to find something to help my study. If there si something to understand, I'll find it." tells Kharas who will take a few hours to check that before going to rest.

 

[GwydapLlew]

"No, you are wrong. And your lack of scruples is horrifying. Please, we must check the schema before you hand it over to that woman. Furthermore, I suggest mentioning it to the main Dragonmarked House--for those of you greedy for the lure of gold, they may offer more money than she does, and for those who actually have a heart, we can check to see if she is who she says she is. After all, for all we know she is just another minion of the Lord of Blades sent to make sure he gets the schema whether we live or die. We need to check."

As the shifter contines to speak, Mordin lets out a groan and shifts his bulk to find a more comfortable resting spot.

"Check this. Doublecheck that. Verify which side of me blade be the one that has beetle gunk on it. Lass, a job is a job. Whether you will or no, she hired us to do a job. I'll not have ye 'spirits' interfere with that."

He tosses and turns for a moment before bedding down again.

"We do be already verifying that she be House Cannith. Her money is jus' as good t' me as any one else's. Ye 'spirits' do be making you sound like a lunatic."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Just because she is in their house doesn't mean she isn't an agent of the Lord of Blades. I'll tell you what. If we check the schema and it isn't some sort of death machine and we quickly ask with the main Cannith house and they say they know about this already and she's their trusted agent, etc, etc, then I'll stop with all of this and you can split my share of any reward. How is that?" Siobhan groans.

'Please let them be reasonable. I hope I'm not going to have to fight all of them at once. I will die for sure...But better dead than the alternative...I wish Kharas didn't have that infusion...or that there weren't all those healing potions...Spirits, at least then I might have stood a chance if brother helped...'

 

[SelcSilverhand]

Ahki rubs his chin and furrows his brow as he listens to the others go on about spirits and schemas and death weapons. Finally he speaks up, "The agreement with the Cannith woman is unimportant. If the head of the house will give us more for that chunk of metal then we should go to them. She did not come here herself to retrieve it, so she is weak. If she is weak she does not have the money to pay us its true worth. We will find someone strong and wealthy to trade with instead.

I'll not see another treasure traded away for the equivalent of beads and metal pots. That was the way of the old chief, trading away our tribe's priceless heirlooms to the sea merchants. He died with their crews when we learned how we had been cheated for cheap knick knacks."