The Psionicle, Part V

[GnomeWorks]

Tori'shel pauses for thought.

"I don't know how Tristam would react. He is a firm believer in technology, though - which means that it is safe to say that he would want you to do what is best for technology."

She turns to Osius.

"You might gain favor with them by doing that, perhaps. But, regardless of which path you are taking, Tristam has requested that I stay behind and go to the Greater Council, pleading with them to help us. I have decided to go, although I do not know what I will do once I am there. I may ask for help, or I may not. I have not yet decided what I think is the best course of action."

 

[dkoz]

"Tori'shel, you seem awfully young to have such a responsibility to the Coldlands. What is your story, are you one of Tristam's apprentices?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

Tori'shel takes a quick glance outside. "I need to be going soon, but I can give you a quick sum of my history."

"I was raised in a halfling caravan in the Dividing Range, on a continent a long way from here. A couple of years ago, I was brought to the Coldlands Territory as the apprentice of Fortang Diaclo, due to my 'exceptional skill in the technological arts'. He was the leader of the peasants who rose up against Ashk to form their own country that focused on technology, several decades back. He was very old, and he taught me all I know. He died just a few months ago."

"Being Diaclo's last student, I was envied by many. However, I managed to find work under a dwarf by the name of... well, I can't remember his name, whatever it was. He was killed only a few weeks after I was hired, so I didn't get to know him very well and I didn't do very much. Since then, Tristam hired me as an apprentice to continue my training where Diaclo left off."

Tori'shel shrugs. "That's my history. That's all that I know. I may be young, but I think I've got a decent idea of what's going on, and that I am able to carry the responsibility that Tristam has given to me. Now, I need to hurry to him with your decision - are you going to help us in the Coldlands, despite what I have told you, or are you going to do what the Great Council has asked and negotiate with the yuan-ti?"

 

[Hand of Vecna]

Nathan sits quietly in the back with his newfound treasure...

 

[Jarval]

"Perhaps we could accompany you to the Great Council? Our presence might give any appeal for aid more weight, and we could get a better idea of the situation with the yuan-ti."

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"I believe Jannson has the right of it. It seems to me the most sensible course, but whatever is decided will be fine with me. I must go and meditate in my room, preparing for the morrow."

With that, Osius bids everyone a pleasant rest and retires for the night.

 

[Animus Abdicerer]

Animus enters the Inn without any idea of what is going on. He looks at the group that he vaguely recognizes. Animus takes a seat with them.

 

[dkoz]

"I also agree. I believe that the situation is still to dynamic for us to completely commit ourselves to one, single, course of action. Although, seeing as you need a response from us immediately, I will agree to add my voice to your plea at the Great Council since I have no wish to see Ashk gain the power the so covet. If after we deal with the Yuan-Ti and the Great Council, you still need our assistance I am sure we will be willing to entertain requests for more direct action."

Desimus turns to his companions that are left.

"Is this course agreeable with you?"

 

[Jarval]

"Aye, it seems to the best. What do you think Tori'shel?"

Jansson orders himself an ale. "Syld, could you ask Animus if he want any food or drink?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

She nods quickly. "As far as what you are doing, my opinion doesn't matter. I wish to thank you for your willingness to assist me in my task, despite that I have not yet decided my course of action once we reach the Greater Council. I will go now and tell Tristam of your decision."

She bows her head slightly, then dashes out of the inn.

The innkeep comes from out of the back bearing Jansson's ale. "Here you are. That'll be five silver."

After you pay him, he wanders off to the back of the inn once more, loudly greeting those who enter.