sarruth's request(game thread)

[Ink]

The monstrous nymph steps genteelly up the stairs. She stands at the door.

“Ithros”

The Sjach whisper quietly into his mind, but he ignores them again perceptive of the unimportance. Dice rattle quietly behind the wooden framed door and the low voices of Iejir and Irthos are muffled before they reach Mem’s great ears. She stands at the door awaiting her audience. The giantess knows patience.

After a time, Ithors feels her presence, then Iejir. The blood brothers stop, wondering what would bring Mem out of her daily routines. But in their minds they already hear, in their thoughts they already know

“Lord Ithros, Noble Iejir, forgive mine intrusion. There is much for us to share."

And she does, through the door, in their minds, all that hath pasted in speech between Endeca and herself.

 

[Lord_Gareth]

The mage drags the old man, with serious physical effort, into the temple. She glances around at all the priests doing their busywork, and decides that waiting is just too slow.

"Oi!"

After her shout gains their attention, she speaks in a calm, even tone, "The old one I have with me is regrettably mad. He is under the belief that the entire city consists of disguised trolls, and I thought that if anyone was able to help him, it would be the God of Healing. Can you aid him?

 

[Ink]

“The color white does not suit you.”

“Nor grey you my pupil.” The great form of Mem wavers as if unsure of Es for a second.

“Your timing is, as usual, uncomplimentary and most unwanted.” The child’s hair pours gently, like her silver lined cloak, down to her heels. Her eyes shimmer a warning of flat grey.

“It is time for your lesson. We have missed many a session. You still have much to learn. Your mother in her generosity has given me another toy for you. I told her you need to earn it. What do you think pupil?”

“I no longer care for my Mother’s games. If you have something for me, give it. If you have a lesson for me, teach it. I have not my Mother’s patience.” And the Nimblewright moves with a goddess like rapidness, spilling forward her thin rapiers out before her, needle points pressed lightly on her Mother’s eyelids, then as suddenly Es is gone. She stands seventy feet back, from the giantess’ form, as if both had never moved.

[sblock=OOC]Es uses Spring attack then, Slight of Hand roll 33 Es takes Scarab of Golembane from Astral construct. She can now sense the invisible constructs around her. She believes them to be perhaps elan trainers or the like.[/sblock]

“Thank you, Teacher, for my Mother’s gift. I always wondered how she knew where I was, and now I know. Your lesson has been an informative one. I cherish my new toy, though perhaps not its sender.” She palms in her hand an intricate scarab and it melts like candy in her fist.

Mem’s form wavers, though no less tall, it thins, of black and flesh. A slimness of a man, a bending of a hat, a long ness like a man stretched beyond all bones or skin. He wears no armor but a frown. His frown inhumanly long, like his arms, his body, his legs, arched inhuman backwards, each step straight yet all his form curved forward in a half circle. His clothes are tight fitting, a dark undertaker’s suit perhaps, long coat tails and a black belt circles his waist to match his smooth tall and streamlined postures. He looks at her from under his black bending hat, the only white left his well pressed shirt under his tight black vest and tighter longcoat. A long ebony leather gloved hand reaches slowly and purposefully to his neck, as if searching.

“Impressive. But not part of your lesson.”

 

[tiluvias99]

Irthos and Iejir are silent for a time, each in their own contemplations as to Mem's messages. After a short while, their eyes meet once more. "So Es is an... Elan?" Iejir says, breaking the silence. "So Mem has told us," Irthos replies, his face revealing nothing. Now is not the time for him to know.

Iejir looks down at the game of dice, and the remaining food. He looks back up at Irthos, a small grin on his face, then his gaze shifts to the door as he casts a spell, his hands moving in a quick, practiced pattern. The door opens, revealing Mem's gigantic form, filling the door frame. Iejir then makes a second motion with his hand, and a large chair moves up to the table next to them, sliding noisely along the floor.

"Care to join us?"

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC] ink and tiluvias: nice work, but crushing a golembane scarab isn't small change, sure you want to do that?[/SBLOCK]


The priests are, as you might expect, rather shocked by Endeca's inappropriate behaviour, but try not to make too big a deal of it. One rather nervous looking member of the clergy begins to speak: "I... I'm afraid he is not the first, ma'am. Admittedly, this is the first time I hear of trolls, but great extents of madness are becoming all too common in the last week. I wish there was something we could do to aid him, as I know this man well, but his...condition seems to be a supernatural one, beyond our powers. I'm sorry, but there's just nothing that can be done for him.."

 

[Ink]

[sblock=ooc]Sorry for the misunderstanding. If you look on Es' character sheet, the S of Golem bane is a worn item. The melting was just an rp for Alter self effect heh obivously not so clear in my post.[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]'kay, thanks for the clarification. Guess I overestimated your rp zeal.[/SBLOCK]

 

[cog_and_taz]

say, what does spellfire actually do?

 

[Ink]

[sblock=ooc] If you look up Mem's feats on her character sheet) there is a link for spell fire feat. There is a simplified explaination there as well to show you what spellfire actually does(since the srd is not clear enough ).

If you would like all the original materials, send me your email and I can send the pdf of the feat.[/sblock]

 

[Lord_Gareth]

Endeca frowns in thought. She glances about the room, at the old man and the clergy. Slowly, her eyes fade back to their normal emerald color.

"Well, I am not qualified to care for him, unfortunately, and my work puts me in the line of sword and spell on an eerily regular basis. Can the temple care for him until help can be found? Actually..."

Endeca fishes around her outfit, checking various pockets that you wouldn't even guess were pockets, until she pulls out some gold in her fist. This she passes to the priest.

"To care, feed, and clothe him. I'll provide for him, if nothing else."

[sblock=OOC]500 G.P. has been donated to care for the mad old man.[/sblock]

The young mage snaps her fingers, and the rope undoes itself, coiling back at her waist.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some pressing business at the Citadel. Depending on how she took my words, I may have some ass-kicking in my immediate future."

With those sage words, Endeca turns and leaves the temple, heading towards home.