sarruth's request(game thread)

[Ink]

[sblock=OOC]
Thanks Tiluvias, well everyone in fact on helping me build these characters. I really love Es' rp character now.

LG: It's so cool to be able to work off each other's characters--you play Endeca just like I imagined her. I'm still thinking about what Es will do after Endeca's insights--sorry for the slow reply.

A couple of other DM's have read our thread and asked me to join in on other threads with Mem as well . Ha maybe we'll all get famous!

Tiluvias: Es's What, Who, and Why: I totally loved your post with Es, so no need to ask permission to write that well!!!

Who what why...
Yes of course to all of your points... our uber powerful/intelligent characters would find out about someone they wanted to.

Then it's all down to begging... Is there any way we could just rp it along and have characters find out about it as the characters interact (if at all, hee hee)? pretty please with ? for Christmas??
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Sadly for Es, your points are all more than valid. But ...
if you liked I could give you some mechanical excuses why everyone in the companionship hasn't determined Es' true nature with their combined intelligence scores...I can give some...(hint hint nudge nugde wink wink)

But remember these are just excuses...

1) Nimblewrights are specifcally made to be "humanoid spys"

They are made to infiltrate humanoid guilds for years or even lifetimes and simply gather information. They unlike other constructs, Nimblewrights have intelligence scores.
Another side, metagaming wise, almost no one knows about the existence of Nimblewrights (hee hee), so people don't usually go around looking for them.

2) Alter self - Es is humanoid at all times.

3) Spell Resistance
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All that being said:

Is it okay with you that Irthos knows all of this? Or is it bad for you RP wise?

I think it would make things hard for Es RP wise.

But in the end, I will always follow what the group (and DM) thinks is best. So feel free to give me a heads up, either way, and I will adjust my writing accordingly.[/sblock]

 

[Lord_Gareth]

[sblock=OOC]Well, at some point Endeca is gonna spend her memorized Detect Thoughts with Es nearby, and it'll be a bit suspicious when Es is a blank (because, even with an intelligence score, she's immune to it). Between that and Snuggles, she might have an inkling as well. Then again, with her Wisdom, and the fact that she doesn't give a crap if Es is a construct or not (hell, she probably wouldn't give a damn if she turned out to be a Wight), she might not feel compelled to investigate..[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Alrighty... I'm gonna go with Irthos knowing about Es. I don't know about everyone else, as the other cases (such as Es being in range of Endeca's Detect Thoughts) are sort of iffy, in my opinion, but it would be obvious to Irthos that she isn't "alive" just because of the Shadow's lack of attraction, regardless of all of her insane abilities to appear human. I mean, the other abilities, like immunity to mind-affecting stuff and "charm person" or the like could be explained by having something like "mind blank" continuously, but you can't really hide or disguise the lack of a life force.

But really, it won't change anything except for how Irthos interacts with Es when they're alone (and no, he doesn't plan on telling her). He'll just be a whole lot more calm, since he doesn't have to continually hold the Sjach back from sucking out her soul, like he does when he's with everyone else- She's the one person in the world (or so he thinks) that he can talk to, touch, hold, without constantly hearing the Sjach whisper to him about letting them devour her soul. And that is a trait that he really, really likes.

On the other hand, he also knows that, since the shadows don't hunger for her, she is immune to his greatest strengths- and thus is also probably the greatest threat to him.
Surprisingly, I think Irthos would really like that trait too.[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

Merry Christmas, everybody.

 

[Ink]

Es pauses for what Endeca conceivably imagines to be a long time. She knows what her talkative friend says chatters with truth. But there is something Endeca doesn’t know. There is something that the carefree elf could not experience.

“Endeca, there’s something I haven’t told anyone before. My mother doesn’t make a big deal about hiding the fact, so I guess I can tell you.” The pretty girl stares down at her knees, not looking at anything particular, but not daring to look up at her companion.

“I’m not human.
I’m Elan. I don’t know if you’ve even heard of our race. It’s become like some kind of secret immortal society that humans whisper about. Well the important part is that I wasn’t born. I was made. I’m not my own person. I don’t know if you can ever understand this but: I can’t do what I want. We don’t all have the freedom you do. I’d give anything to be you Endeca…For me, everything’s not up to the mayor, or the gods…it’s up to my Mother...” Oh how the girl wished Endeca could understand her.

“I’m trapped in this body that lives forever. I will live forever...” Es pauses again, not really sure how lighthearted Endeca will react to her cumbersome truth telling.
”I don’t know how, but I think Mother made herself. I think she may have been the first of our kind. I have heard that much later in history, a council of elder humans detailed and simplified the original process in order to make themselves Elan as well. Through a complicated ritual which involves sacrificing part one’s original mortal form, the Council of Elans can now create other Elans. Mother, through this very secretive emblematic Elan process, gave me life.
From what I can gather, Mother has lived over four thousand years, seventeen of which she has seen fit to share with me. I keep to myself most of the time or people start to get suspicious, some religious groups even think we are deities or immortal constructs sent from the heavens. Even with all their probing, they can never be sure, because Elans will always be a mystery to them. No one knows too much about us, not even us. But I can tell you this. Elans are not their own people. There is a price to immortality that goes beyond what I would pay. That price for me is freedom. I have no idea what Mother paid for hers. Perhaps she to paid more than what she could afford, and is now, as you say, soulless.”

[sblock=ooc] Yaaaa Merriest of Christmasses everyone. Happy Jesus's B-day. May God bless you one n ALL!!!! [/sblock]

 

[Lord_Gareth]

[sblock=OOC]Merry Christmas Ya'll!

On a more in-game note, Es just seriously P.O.ed Endeca. Not at her, mind, but she's made Endeca Very Angry. This has happened exactly once since Endeca met Es; the day Endeca killed those men attacking Es. Let's see if I can't do her fury justice.[/sblock]

Endeca, for once, is speechless for a very long time. Finally, Es looks up, to see her friend, and sees her trembling. The elf's fists are clenched hard, and her fingerless glove has holes in it where her nails are ripping through the fabric. Her eyes, once a sparkling green, have turned a flaming orange, and her expression is hard-set. She shakes with her fury and indignation, obviously fighting the urge to do something rash.

Even as Es watches, the ground beneath the Chaos Mage cracks slightly, and eldritch flame leaks out, wrapping around the young mage. Lines of fire trace her form, circling her limbs and torso in a mystic dance. Her backpack shifts about as Snuggles struggles to get free.

Endeca finally speaks, choosing her words slowly, as if she still might regret anything said.

"Es, I swear this on my immortal soul, the moment, the very moment this job is done, I will seek out your mother, and we will have a reckoning. She has no right, NO RIGHT, to do this to you, and I will do what I have to to force her to understand. I will NOT let you suffer like this, no matter if you're mortal, immortal, undead, or anything else besides. Mem will pay for this..."

The flame from the earth accelerates, gathering itself into the mages left hand. With a roar of fury, she expells it into the sky in a roiling cone of rage. Hand smoking, she turns and stalks off, her posture stiff.

[sblock=OOC]Alright, Endeca expended her Sculpted Fireball for the day. Did I do her justice?[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Wow... so Es believes herself to be an Elan, even though she's actually just a construct?

And now Endeca does too.

Are Irthos and Mem the only ones who know the actual truth?


Damn this is good.[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

In a dark alleyway, across from Es and Endeca, a shadow shifts suddenly...
...But there is nothing there.

The Sjach have seen, the Sjach have heard, the Sjach tell, the Sjach return.

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Irthos frowns, as suddenly the Whispers of the Sjach grow more fervent. He sends a question through the link, less in words and more a feeling. Yet words come back to him.

So. She knows she is not human... yet she knows not of her true nature, believing herself to be as Mem. His hand comes to his chin, the game forgotten. Endeca-
"Throw already!", Iejir barks, startling Irthos out of his reverie.

Irthos rolls the dice, leaving such musings for later.

Snake eyes. An omen.

 

[Lord_Gareth]

[sblock=OOC]And so begins a bizzare Law/Chaos party fracture. This is gonna get someone, likely all of us, killed sometime in the near future . Of course, the key word in her speech was 'After', meaning, 'After this adventure finishes'[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Ah, right. After. My bad.

Editing...[/sblock]