The Psionicle, Part II

[Jarval]

Jansson looks at Desimus with some interest. Magic-users are few and far between near his home.

"Welcome, Desimus. Have you fought 'Kreen before?"

 

[Zhure]

"Oh, a powerstone. How silly of me."

Unlike his reaction to the gun, Osius eagerly grabs up a Darkvision power stone and puts it in his belt pouch.

"This should come in handy."

 

[dkoz]

Desimus is rugged looking, but carries himself with a regal manner. He has dark brown to black hair and startling ice blue eyes. He is over six feet tall and you can place his wieght around 200 pounds. His well oiled leather armor, boots, and gloves are glossy black in appearance, much like obsidian. His shoulders and back are covered by a royal blue hooded cape, which doesn’t completely hide the crossbow slung at his right hip. Pouches and a single tube hang off of his belt, placed in locations that give easy access but do not hinder the drawing of the daggers flanking his waist. Looped crosswise across his body is the single strap that holds the full satchel resting on his left side. In his right hand, he holds a short spear, the last inch of the handle shod in iron for use as a walking stick. Sitting on his shoulder is a tame hawk that peers curiously at the group as Desimus strokes it with his left hand.

After the others complete there business with the council Desimus steps forward with a grin.

A magic user, eh... Well keep out of my way and we'll be just fine. I'll try to save your puny butt every now and then if it pleases me.

"Ah, you must be Syld. The council has told me a little of you and your group. My only hope is that my puny butt can be as much of a service to you as you are to it."

Desimus smiles and lets out a short laugh and bows his head to Syld. He turns to look down at Jansson.

"Jansson is it?"

"I'm afraid that I have not had any experience fighting Thri'Kreen. Although, I have been traveling since I was a young boy and have picked up quite a few tricks along the way. In my experience I have learned not to be overconfident, so I would be grateful for any information on Kreen you may have. If you have any, you might fill me in on the way to the tunnels."

Clapping Jansson, in a friendly manner, on back he turns to the rest of the group.

"The council has told me of the dangers that await you and I freely offered my help in ending them. I look forward to working with all of you."

Desimus gives a short bow.

 

[GnomeWorks]

The human stands up. "Well, now that you are all introduced. Please, take the equipment in the box, and take them downstairs. You will find seven horses waiting for each of you, upon which you can place your excess equipment while you are down in the tunnels and use for a fast retreat, if necessary."

"Tristam, have you anything to add to this?"

The dwarf grumbles. "No. But if they so much as scratch my weapon, I am holding you - the entire council - responsible."

"Of course," The halfling replies.

"May you have a fine morning hunting Thri-Kreen, gentlemen - and lady." The human says, indicating Shardorn at the end of his farewell.

The group rises, and goes to the back of the room again - and vanishes. Tristam stays behind to watch the council. Once they disappear, he grunts, and leaves, pounding his feet on the steps on the way down.

"Desimus, it is good to have you with us." Shardorn, the goblin cleric, says, once Tristam leaves. "I am Shardorn, a cleric of Rashida, the Moon Goddess."

 

[dkoz]

Desimus eyes Tristam quizzically as he leaves.

Smiling, "It is good to be here Shardorn."

Speaking to Shardorn in Goblin:
"It makes me happy to know we have Rashida's blessing, in the form of one of her faithful, on our quest today. I believe that her help will assure that we all live to see the moon again tonight."

Speaking in common to everyone:
"What is this weapon Tristam speaks of?"

 

[Jarval]

The dwarf grumbles. "No. But if they so much as scratch my weapon, I am holding you - the entire council - responsible."

"Don't worry Tristam, I'll take good care of it." Jansson calls after the dwarf.

He turns to Desimus, unslinging the gun from his shoulder. "This is the weapon the ambassador spoke of. It's a marvel of technology!"

 

[dkoz]

Desimus furrows his brows as he studies the weapon held before him. He gingerly touches the gun and mutters under his breath, "Technology...hmmm...interesting."

"I will be very interested to see this...marvel of technology work when we face the Thri'Kreen."

The hawk on his shoulder pecks gently at his cloak, looking as impatient and a bird can look. Looking at the hawk, Desimus calms it by petting it's neck. "Rostrum is feeling the need to stretch his wings. Shall we be off?". He starts walking for the door.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

"Welcome to the group, Desimus, you're one of us now, remember it. The barriers of psionics, magic, and technology are clearly defined although lets not make too much notice of that as we share a common enemy. As for myself, I'm ready to head off whenever the rest of you guys are, although I think i'll check in a weapons shop in town to see if I can replace my daggers."

(OOC-Basically i'll see if I can buy 3-or as many as I can up to that amount- normal daggers)

 

[Zhure]

Osius: "Welcome to our assemblage, Desimus. I've heard much of mages but never dealt with one before. I hope the experience is enlightening."

Oisus spends a few minutes handling the new power stone, familiarizing himself with it.

OOC: , taking 20 to hail the stone, DC 17. That way manifesting it will be a standard action with no roll later.

 

[Jarval]

"Well, I hope we do not need to use the gun. It's not a very, um, quiet weapon..."

Jansson stands on his toes to peer at Desimus' hawk.

"An odd animal to have as a pet, that. Is it tame?"

Oisus spends a few minutes handling the new power stone, familiarizing himself with it.

OOC: , taking 20 to hail the stone, DC 17. That way manifesting it will be a standard action with no roll later.

OOC: You know, I'm going to do the same. Only having 1.5 ranks in Psicraft makes taking the extra time seem worthwhile