Planetouched Peril

[wolfheart]

Pharos to Zafira, "Your skill with your blade is most impressive. I will feel much more comfortable in combat knowing that I have one as skilled as yourself by my side."

Pharos can't help but marvel at Zafira's blade. He wonders If she has not had a salamander trapped in the blade to make it give off such heat. He decides that when he gets to know her better, and the time is right, that he will inquire as to the origin of the blade.

 

[Verbatim]

*Trying to hide his surprise at Sarwen's entering him into a dual, even a single spell dual, Jabin nods his head in greetings to the stranger, wracking his brain for anything he could do that would have a visual effect effect for both Sarwen and the group he might be joining.*

I am hoping this is to be a peaceful outing, so perhaps he could do without his staff...

*As he sees Sarwen nod her head for the "dual" to begin, Jabin called upon his dark heritage and willed the ooze that coursed through his veins to coat the quartestaff in his hands.*

OOC: Cast grease spell on the quarterstaff hoping to make him drop it. While I know it will still leave me open for the spell, hopefully I can resist it..

 

[Cannibal_Kender]

"Thank you", Zafira replies to Pharos's compliment. "Though I am not used to fighting on foot."

"You yourself have no small skill with the broadsword", she returns. "It will an honor to fight beside you in battle."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Aeron, you staff suddenly becomes slippery, as if coated with oil or grease, and you nearly lose your grip on it. Maintaining your poise, you fire off your spray of colors. Jabin, you slump to the ground, the world going dark around you. Sarwen waves her hands to end the duel and smiles at Aeron.*

"Well done sorcerer!" she says, going to Jabin's fallen form. In a minute, Jabin regains consciousness, and a few moments later his sight. Sarwen murmurs to you, "I apologize, this was more for my benefit in seeing what Aeron could do. I know your worth lies in other areas, and I'll tell them that."

*Sarwen helps Jabin up, then turns to the others.*

"Jabin is more a scholar than a warrior, but for delving into mysteries or figuring out your enemies' next move, he's your man," the Guildmaster says, then turns to Jabin to have him expand on that.

 

[wolfheart]

Pharos to Jabin, "If you have skill with divination magic, you are always welcome in my camp. If I have learned one thing from my masters, it is that be forewarned and prepared can often determine the outcome of a battle before it even begins."

*Pharos extends his hand to Jabin*

I have also learned not to judge a book by its cover, and though I find him unsightly, It is his abilities and his conviction that will determine his worth.

 

[wolfheart]

bump...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Sarwen calls everyone back inside the guild hall, where a young girl with hair like Sarwen's is finishing setting a table with cold slices of meet, pieces of fruit, and cool wine.*

"Go ahead, sit and take some refreshment. Look, I believe you will make a fine group, you have all the skills I would request for a group like this. I even have a job lined up. There's a group of pilgrams, the Halarans, that are wanting to go to a sacred spot to visit a small god by the name of Eldon-asha. It's through some fairly rough territory and they want protection. It's a group of twenty, both men and women, as well as children and a pregnant woman. The purse will be very generous, five hundred gold per person, half up front, half upon their safe arrival. It will be about a three week journey, going west across the plains. Are you game?"

 

[Verbatim]

*Watching as the stranger's staff takes on an oily sheen, Jabin hoped it would distract him, but as Jabin's world rapidly disappeared in a blinding vortex of colors, one last thought escaped.*

Damn...

*Sensation slowly returned to Jabin, although his vision was blocked at first by explosions of color which seemed to dim with each passing second until he was able to once more focus in on Sarwen's features. While she apologized for the public embarrassment, Jabin could not help but feel wounded that he was introduced, only to be made a fool of immediately thereafter.*

"Well done sorcerer!" she says, going to Jabin's fallen form. In a minute, Jabin regains consciousness, and a few moments later his sight. Sarwen murmurs to you, "I apologize, this was more for my benefit in seeing what Aeron could do. I know your worth lies in other areas, and I'll tell them that."

"No apologies necessary Madam Sarwen, especially not too me."

*Accepting her hand, Jabin pushed himself off the ground as fast as he could, not wishing the others to compare him to the tipped over turtle he felt like.*

"Jabin is more a scholar than a warrior, but for delving into mysteries or figuring out your enemies' next move, he's your man," the Guildmaster says, then turns to Jabin to have him expand on that.

*Dusting himself off slightly, Jabin tried to ignore the patches of sand that were slowly turning into mud due to the prolonged contact with his skin. Standing as straight as he could, Jabin spoke for the first time to the others around him.*

"My name is Jabin, and as Mistress Sarwen said, my studies have focused primarily in the realm of divination, and while to many it may seem a calling for those whose travelling days are behind them, I see it as a chance to learn and unlock the secrets of the present while I still have the strength to act for myself."

 

[Verbatim]

Pharos to Jabin, "If you have skill with divination magic, you are always welcome in my camp. If I have learned one thing from my masters, it is that be forewarned and prepared can often determine the outcome of a battle before it even begins."

*Pharos extends his hand to Jabin*

*Shaking the strangers hand, Jabin felt himself a sharp contrast to the mage which had bested him in the dual. The other man seemed to literally glow with a light which drew attention to his features, and Jabin felt his posture slipping once more into the familiar slouch he was comfortable with.*

"I thank you for your compliment sir, and I hope that my meager abilities will be of some use to you and your companions."

 

[Verbatim]

*With the mention of half the funds being given to them upfront, Jabin nearly choked on the wine he was given. He would be able to purchase a few pieces of nice carving wood, as well as one or two scrolls he had been saving for since he had began working for Sarwen.*

"You know that if you think I am qualified for this assignment, I will be honored to go. My spells will be theirs for as long as they need them.

*Looking around the table, Jabin wondered how the others felt about the job being offered to them.*