Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[Jemal]

William looks startled at Valen "Who called you uncivilized and rude? I apologized for my own seeming rudeness, but I would still like to know of what race she is, as I have never seen a metalic person before. Cows and horses both come from the pasture, asking WHERE one is from tells very little." He looks at valen for a moment "Those who jump to conclussions often find a pit at the end of their journey."

 

[shadowmask]

Corath looks to each of her companions in turn. "I am what was once called a Thayvian Nimblewright. Who created me, what my purpose was, and everything else of my past is fragmented." She reaches for the neck of her blouse and pulls a cord with a ring hanging from it. "I carry this." The ring is made of brass; the sigil marking the top is a hand cradling (or perhaps crushing) a stylized elven face centered in a circle of archaic lettering.

Reaching for her blouse to pull it open a bit, she reveals what appears to be a tattoo of the same mark. "I also carry this." The mark fades before their eyes much as her true form was revealed then hidden. "What my nature is," Corath looks pointedly at the druid, "I don't know beyond...dangerous."

Her left hand suddenly shifts forward unnaturally upon her wrist. At nearly the same instant, what appears to be a rapier blade extends with a sibilant shing from where her hand had been just a moment before. Her hand grasps the hilt; the two seem to meld together until her grip seems unbreakable. She keeps the blade pointed toward the ground. After a moment, she reverses the process. Her hand and hilt separate, again becoming two. Her wrist shifts forward unnaturally while the blade suddenly disappears into her arm. Her hand resumes its more natural position on her wrist. Once again, she seems an unassuming, if awkward, woman of Thayvian descent.

She then looks at Alaric. "What I do know is that the vow I took to protect you, I can keep." She again looks around the circle of those who sit in judgment of her. "A choice must be made. I will gladly continue on with you, or I can return to the captial and continue my search for the Voice there." Corath waits patiently for the others to make up their minds.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen Sablewood

Valen was about to answer the armored man's sermon, when he witnessed Corath's display. He looked at her in frank admiration. "I have never seen such a display, lady. Yet I am no judge or juror, thus I say you should stay, and prove your worth... as must we all." With a dark look at William and Alaric, the tall ranger stalks off to study the path ahead.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle watches the persecution in fear as she herself has secrets about her that she's not told anyone. If differences were met this severely, the ire of her companions could be focused upon herself. Stepping forward after the bizarre display, Estelle states in as much a formal voice as she can, "My friends, I am sure each of us have our secrets we wish not to reveal, perhaps some minor and others extreme. But Corath here has never done anything other than try to fit in. Have not we all felt out of place at some time or another?" She finishes with a bit of a frowning smirk before she regains a stern look.

OOC: Diplomacy of 19. Look at mediator Estelle go!

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric sighs and scratches his head for a moment, then adds "Aye, we do not need to be wasting any more time, and getting angry at one another for perceived sleights will get you nowhere. Frankly, I don't even know why you've all gotten so upset all of a sudden."

 

[Yttermayn]

Once Aohdan recovered from the shock of Corath's display, he began listening to the others reactions. After Estelle's reasoned response in defense of Corath, he found himself nodding in agreement. After all, he knew well the costs of being different from other folk. "Forgive my initial reaction, Lady Corath. Your display surprised me initially, but I have no problem with you as long as continue to be an honest and faithful companion. The same goes for the rest of us, and I intend to be honest and faithful to each of you in turn."

 

[Jemal]

"Excellent!" William clapped his hands, smiling at those still present, pointedly ignoring the undeserved dark look of the commoner. () "Then let us indeed move on, companions, Alaric is correct, we dally too long."

 

[Amaury]

The reactions of the others, the reply of Corath and the repeated allusions by William divert
Johen's mind from the initial shock of Corath's change of appearance.

He tries to calm his compatriot holding Valen's shoulder and saying: [tureni]"It is alright
my friend.. It is a typical reaction of town dwellers.. Let's just ignore him.."[/tureni]
However he thinks: Isn't William a Paladin? Why is he throwing jibes after jibes?..
Azgundi paladins do not share the same values as ours it seems.. or is he hiding
something as well?

Turning to Corath, he says: "Corath, excuse my reaction but I am not used to "beings"
of your..err.. nature.. You've showed your honesty in accepting to reveal yourself and
I have no issue in walking side by side with you...
You seem to ignore some aspects of yourself which is... troubling. If you wish I am happy
to help you with recovering some of your past though I may not be the most suited with
these aspects.. Hum, may I have a look at that sigil??" he asks as he gets closer to look at it.

He then turns to Alaric and asks: "Alaric, there is something that I don't understand here..
Corath says that she is here to protect you.. yet you seemed surprised by her nature as
well.. I should then conclude that you have not 'created' Corath and ignored that she was
here to protect you.. Is that correct??"

[sblock=DM]does Johen notice anything particular on the sigil? the writing? is the hand crushing or holding the head?[/sblock]

 

[Arkhandus]

"Huh? I am not quite sure what you're getting at, but no, of course I didn't 'create' anyone! I'm nowhere near skilled enough in magic yet to make any sort of permanent creation. Let alone an animated construct. I met Lady Corath hardly any sooner than I met you, and as far as I knew she was probably an Azgundi duelist." Alaric responds, shrugging. "I don't see any reason it should matter anyway. Can we move on now? Stopping to talk with a horse and a horse's arse was more than enough time-wasting for me."

 

[shadowmask]

Turning to Corath, he says: "Corath, excuse my reaction but I am not used to "beings"
of your..err.. nature.. You've showed your honesty in accepting to reveal yourself and
I have no issue in walking side by side with you...
You seem to ignore some aspects of yourself which is... troubling. If you wish I am happy
to help you with recovering some of your past though I may not be the most suited with
these aspects.. Hum, may I have a look at that sigil??" he asks as he gets closer to look at it.

He then turns to Alaric and asks: "Alaric, there is something that I don't understand here..
Corath says that she is here to protect you.. yet you seemed surprised by her nature as
well.. I should then conclude that you have not 'created' Corath and ignored that she was
here to protect you.. Is that correct??"

Corath offers the ring to the druid. Upon hearing his assumption that Alaric would have created her, she says, "I do not believe I was clear. I am a Thayvian Nimblewright. Therefore, the one who 'created' me would have been a Thayvian wizard, not Azgundi."

Once Johen is done viewing her ring, she hides it once again, turns toward the road, and continues on.

Is what I feel relief? Why would these non-wizards' opinions matter? Perhaps I am growing to respect these people and care for them. What then does this mean? Is this what the Voice meant by Choice? Is this what the Lord and Lady of Shadow have fought for all this time? Intriguing.