Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[ethandrew]

Estelle looks wide-eyed at the happenings. Metal skin? Not possible! She eyes each person one by one, trying to discern who has real flesh and who does not.

 

[shadowmask]

Johen joins the rest of the group to stop and say in a loud but hesitant voice:
"Companions, a monent please.. Aohdan is right.. I lied.. the horse was scared..
Ahum, actually, he was scared by one of us.. One who has a nature that I do not
understand and somehow also fear... One whose flesh is made of.. metal!..
Yes! Made of metal!..

Johen pauses to make sure everyone had understood him correctly before resuming:
"I lied as I was confused.. it did not make sense to me.. but I swear the horse meant
what he meant.. One of Alaric, Aohdan or Corath is not what he or she appears to be..."

He concludes in a more assertive voice: I think that that person needs to reveal herself
and explain herself. Our group could not remain one otherwise."

Odd, metal is not my nature. I do not know what my nature is, exactly. Corath pauses in thought, cocking her head as fragmented memories come of a fight long done. My nature is dangerous. She looks at her companions. Very well. I will risk their likely rejection in the interest of the mission we need complete.

Corath moves with fluid grace to the 'center' of the group, keeping a two feet distance between herself and her nearest companions.

"I do not understand what you mean by 'nature' or 'flesh' of metal. Yet in the interest of our continued travel, I will drop my disguise briefly." Her human form shimmers briefly, as if she were being viewed through a heat haze. Once her metal form becomes clear, she carefully gauges the mood of her companions. She appears to be made of precious metals such as gold, platinum, and silver with a dull sheen. She has black 'hair', a lacquered (realistiscally so) face, and no discernible joints. Her hands are slightly cocked at an awkward angle. While not overtly hostile, she looks prepared for just about anything.

[sblock=OOC]Corath's Sense Motive check, +0 Wisdom (1d20+0=18)[/sblock]

She shimmers once again, resuming her human form. "Shall we continue our travels?"

 

[Yttermayn]

Aohdan recoiled in horror at the sudden change. The strangeness of Corath's transformation made his eyes water and he felt a moment of nausea. Aohdan backed away from the strange creature in thier midst defensively. The subtle oddities about her were starting to add up in his mind. "M'anam!" he exclaimed in centaur.

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric just raises an eyebrow. He doesn't say anything for now, brain preoccupied with various thoughts, theories, questions, and exclamations. He's at a loss for words since he doesn't know what he should say first, or what would just be rude.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen Sablewood


"By the huntress..." Valen actually looks shocked, yet her straightforward demeanor suggests to him that the woman did not mean to decieve them. She must have been made to pass for a human...

"Forgive me, lady, but I have never seen anyone like you. Where do you hail from?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

[sblock=OOC] Am I there yet? =P I'm missing all the action Haha. That is to much interesting! >.< [/sblock]

 

[Jemal]

"By the shadows.. Forgive the apparent rudeness of my question, madam, but.. what ARE you?" William does not move or cringe away from her, nor has he reached for his weapon. He looks to the others "I do not believe there is cause for alarm yet, She has done nothing yet to prove she is a threat. Merely attempting to hide her looks was only prudent in the company of others, given how.. offsetting they are, and how certain uncivilized folk can react to difference. Neither did she attempt to deny it when it was discovered."

 

[Amaury]

Despite his expectations, Johen steps back unvoluntarily, shocked by the change of
appearance of Corath. "By the Eastern Winds!!.."

He raises his hand to Highflyer to preventively calm him whilst his mind is trying to assess
whether this is real, how it can simply be or work together. He stares at the metal types,
some he cannot even identify, at the joints, the hair, and just cannot help wonder how
this entity can exist.

Has she got a heart? Blood in her veins? A soul? Is she just a recipient for a remote
creator?? he thinks.

Corath is just so far away a concept from where Johen comes from. It is so UnNatural..

He stays a step behind Valen, slightly surprised that his compatriot still calling Corath a 'Lady'
and awaits a response, not sure how to react if it turns out to be hostile.

 

[Arkhandus]

"You're right, that is rude, Sir William." Alaric comments, still not sure what to say, but offended that the rest of the group is freaking out over this. It's more unusual and interesting to him than frightening, really.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen Sablewood

Valen's eyes narrow. He is unused to dealing with people in general, and these Azgundis' arrogance o'erwhelms him for a moment. "Now wait just a second, and again, milady, forgive me." Even in his anger, he pauses to bow to Corath in his archaic way. "But I merely asked the lady where she hails from. You, William, asked her WHAT SHE IS!!! Yet I am the one called uncivilized and rude??" His right hand is whiteknuckled, seemingly in an effort to keep it from his hilt. The young man is much more comfortable with swords than with words. He takes a deep breath before bowing again to Corath. "I will not take it ill if you do not wish to answer, milady. And forgive my seemingly uncivilized and boorish ways."