Planes to Shape, Secrets to Keep... (Dromus)

Kestral Pathfinder

"Unfortunately, the Tangle is not as hard to traverse as outsiders think, If anyone recruited a native, or indeed if one of my brethren is involved in the polotics of Dromus, it would be a simple matter for them to locate the amulet in the Tangle. We hone our instincts, doing just things as that. Even a Quillathe, a maze of everchanging paths, can be navigated. If one is truly in tune with the plane.
 
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As you talk, awareness of a new intrusion slowly grows in you; there's some kind of ruckus going on downstairs. Since you're in a rather low-grade establishment, this is not terribly surprising. The voices of the participants are somewhere between conversational and shouting at the moment, but the intervening walls muffle the sound, and you cannot make out what is being said.

Adinal -
You're familiar with this particular seedy bar, from previous meetings in this very room. Bar fights occur on a more-or-less daily schedule here. They certainly do sound irate, though.

Narine -
Although you can't make out exactly what is being said, the quality of one of the speakers comes to your attention. Whoever it is that is speaking the most loudly has a particular tone to their voice, a mix of righteous indignation and unblinking arrogance. Most people would probably feel quite sorry for anyone having to placate the owner of that voice.

Feiran -
Some of this stuff is already part of your earlier Knowledge checks. All you know about the Fortress of Disciplined Enlightenment is the name, culled from a family roll of great libraries. You don't know why it springs to mind as better than any other, aside from the highly-probable lawful nature of the place, given its location.

Asessing someone else's ideas really isn't a skill-check thing. All you have to go on is common knowledge, what I've already told you, and what they say.

You don't recognize the symbol Adinal mentioned. You also don't know enough about the magical nature of the amulet to speculate yet as to whether you would need it at hand to study it or not. Your gut says yes, though.

Zaerlklemnvis is also little more than a name to you. As far as you know, all the Proxies are pretty much at the same state of ridiculously powerful relative to you. Assessing the potency of their churches would be the way to go here, but you have never made a dedicated study of such things.
 
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Adinal raises an eyebrow at the new sounds, but smiles easily at you all. "Have no worries. This establishment isn't known for the kindness of its patrons, and I'm sure that someone downstairs is simply...discussing seating arrangements...or something of the sort." He grins at his own joke; this emotion seems much more at home on Adinal's face than any other he has shown tonight. "I am somewhat disappointed to hear that our nearest option for hiding the amulet is so thwarted. But thank you for informing me Kestrel. As for the inner planes Narine, I do not think that such a trip should be undertaken lightly, but it might be one of our only remaining options." At this, he looks expectantly at Feiran to see if she will reveal her challenge to Cagthail.
 

"I simply love the anticipation of it all. There are three paths that I see that will get us to figuring the amulet out. Regardless of what we do some preliminary research would have to be done. With that in mind, I have just acquired full masterhood within the Technologist Guild. I am very confident of my ability to create and build a device that can analyze the amulet. That is not the problem or should I say challenge? The challenge is "acquiring" the supplies. Most of these supplies are hard to come by and most people would not wish to let these items go. So there would be theft, ingenuity, and pitting ourselves against those who take issue with borrowing without permission. Not to mention that some of the items I might require are in some hard to find places."
Feiran pauses for a moment and then resumes.

Inner planes you say, Narine? I scoff at that. Adinal, maybe you will mark my meaning when I mention the word Mechanus," Feiran quirks an eyebrow and she looks amused. "What's on Mechanus you all ask? Well let me tell you. On Mechanus is the Fortress of Disciplined Enlightenment. It is a veritable storehouse of information, which is only one reason to go there." Feiran looks positively giddy at even the thought of all that information to be had on technologies past and present. "Not just for this matter but for so much more! Think of all the knowledge to be had! It's also on the outer planes, so anyone pursuing us would need to be dedicated indeed. Mechanus is also a very lawful place. So you might be wondering what challenge is there. The challenge is getting to Mechanus. It would be planes hopping like we probably have never experienced before both in scope and magnitude. We would need to get there and then get back. But perhaps you are interested in the Proxies. I reveal to you a description and a name: the mad Proxy Zaerlklemnvis the Misbegotten. He is supposed to be a seer of sorts. And as his descriptor so aptly describes he is somewhat mad. The challenge to him is dealing with the various sect politics of Kelluna. I have a small reservation about going here, however. My family has a seat of government there and we are currently embroiled in something of a political war complete with sabotage, espionage, and a host of other things with a rival family.

After Feiran says all this, she turns to face each person in the room. She says: "All of these will undoubtedly test us and push us. I'm game for any one of these options. Do you want to stay here, close to home, go to Kelluna, or really take the leap, and travel to far Mechanus. So the challenge becomes how far do you want to go, Cagthail? How far do all of you want to go?"
 
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Illira

Illira ignored the voices coming from downstairs and turned to Feiran, after she had given her speech. "I like the idea of researching the amulet. More knowledge never hurts, especially when dealing with such an powerful item. I'm afraid I'm not much of a scientist or a sage, but I do have some training in the arcane arts. Maybe I can help. The great library in Mechanus, does it also have a collection of arcane knowledge? I have a tome or two in mind I want to check, if we decide to go there."

She looked briefly at the rest of the group, but soon turned her eyes downwards, like she tends to do. "But that's not the greatest asset I can offer to this cause. I've been taught well in the martial ways and anyone, that tries to take the amulet from us would have to go through my sword. That I promise, wherever it is we are going from here."
 
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After listening carefully to Feiran's plans, Cagthail responds: "I do not like that first plan, I would not have us steal." I came here to gain interplanar fame, not to be branded a thief. "The others both appeal to me more, only, knowledge tends to be guarded. What price should we expect from this proxy, or the ruler of the fortress, to give us what we need?"
 

*Narine perked up immensely at the mention of a new Proxy. And a mad one at that. I've never tried a mad one before, that could be new and exiciting. And maybe a little healthy madness would keep the amulet in line... It was perfect.*

"Indeed, I agree with going to see the Proxy. I'm rather good at dealing with them," Narine says with a flip of her hair.
 

Kestral Pathfinder

"I also do not like the idea of resorting to thievery. While my expertise would be more valuable in locating the portals to Mechanus. I will go with the proxy, if that is the group's disire."
 

Suddenly you hear the sound of shattering glass from somewhere downstairs. It sounds like someone was just introduced to a new and creative way of leaving the establishment. From the ensuing frenzy of raised voices, you'd say that the ruckus has become a full-fledged brouhaha.

More disturbingly, someone seems to be barking orders in a decidedly military tone of voice. You begin to suspect that the "bar brawl" downstairs might be a mostly one-sided affair. The sound of several more people crashing through the remaining windows (as well as at least one wall) only works to confirm this suspicion.
 

(OOC: Where is Mathilde Kelleris? She's obviously not in the room with me, so would she be in the bar or what? Should anything come to blows, I'd like to be sure.)
 

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