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The Psionicle, Part VI

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"I am glad we have passed a test. Although it shows that you don't trust us even as we have, basically, given our lives to your hands. You could easily just leave us here and we wouldn't propably find our way from here."

"Oh, no need to apology. I actually find your story quite interesting."
Syld goes over the story again in his head.
"You said you took the image of Imzil. I'm curious, how did the yuan-ti look before this rite that symbolizes your belief in Imzil? And on the same time, does she have other names? Most of the other deities I know of have atleast one other title they are called. From what you've told me, she could be called the Lady of Snakes."
 
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Jhesssail is silent for a minute or so after Syld asks his question. She then begins to speak - though her tone is less like a hostile enemy, and more like that of a storyteller.

"Indeed, I could have left you. I ssstill could. However, that would not ssserve my purpossse, or the purpossse of my people. We have little trussst for thossse not of the faith. I do not mean to be offensssive. Over the sssenturiesss, we have grown to dissstrussst thossse not of our kind.

"Our people, the yuan-ti, were onssse sssimilar to the human. We were of the Dokorr [doe-core] - the rassse that, agesss ago, intertwined with the Isssci [is-key] and produsssed the human rassse.

"The Sssalpheriansss had forsssaken the waysss of the Dokorr, and were banissshed from the Dokorr landsss. They were onssse a great tribe, but were then redusssed to nomadsss. We, the tribe of Yuan-Ti, were a lessser tribe, an off-ssshoot of the Sssalpherians. Becaussse we were related by blood, we, too, were given their sssentence.

"We travelled by way of ship, far away from our ansssessstral home. Eassst - alwaysss eassst. After monthsss of travel, we found what we were looking for - a plassse that wasss hot and sssimilar to our homeland. The desssert that we found wasss sssuitable.

"A sssingle ssshaman from the Dokorr had travelled with usss, and he sssaw the desssert - and called it the 'Desssert of the Forsssaken', for that isss what the Dokorr had named the Sssalpheriansss. He named the plassse where we landed 'Moland', which in your tongue meansss 'point of landing', and the whole of the plassse, from the watersss of the eassst to the mountainsss of the wessst, was named 'Molandum', 'home of point of landing'. The Sssalpheriansss named it Sssalpher, in their name.

"Although the Sssalpheriansss had mossstly given up the worssship of the godsss, we of the Yuan-Ti knew that they ssstill held power. Although the desssert wasss sssimilar to our homeland, it wasss different - few plasssesss of ressst, and little water. We knew that only the godsss could help usss sssurvive. Imzil came to me in a dream, and offered her asssissstance, if we came to trussst in her and only her. I told the othersss of my tribe what I had ssseen, and they agreed that it wasss the only way.

"We performed the ritesss, and became what we are now - Imzil's image. The Sssalpherians feared usss, for we were proof that the godsss yet held power, and they banissshed usss from Molandum.

"We wandered the world for an entire year, while Imzil told usss of the location of a new home. A plassse that we had misssed when we passsed through on our way from our homeland. A newly-risssen plassse. Untainted.

"The plassse of which ssshe told usss, isss thisss one. Thisss jungle. For over a hundred of your yearsss, we have lived here, undisssturbed. But, a few yearsss ago, ssstrange creaturesss began coming from under the earth. A few humansss came from the north, and before they ventured further sssouth told usss of what they were looking for.

"Ssstrange, foreign wordsss were what they ssspoke to us. 'Illithid', 'alhoon', 'illithilich'... namesss of thingsss that we did not underssstand. We asssked for an explanation, and we ressseived one. We know thossse namesss now. We know what they are, and what they plan to do. That isss why we desssire a peassse with your kind, with thossse to the north - to help usss root out thessse abominationsss. To cleanssse our new home from the evil that dwellsss here.

"Asss to your other quessstionsss... Imzil isss known to outsssidersss as the sssnake goddesss, although only a rare few know of her. Beyond that, ssshe hasss revealed none of her other namesss to usss."
 

Jansson listens to Jhesssail's tale with great interest, obviously enthralled.

"We too have had problems with the Illithid. They have become much more active of late.

"If you don't mind me asking, which of the powers do you use? Are mages, psions or technologist found amongst you?"
 

Jhessail nods at Jansson.

"Yesss, the illithid have become much more active. Thisss treaty... ssspeaksss of how the illithid are sssearching for sssomething... you call it the Psssionicle?

"Conssserning the Forces... like our Sssalpherian relativesss, we focusss on the powersss of the godsss more than on our own, the powersss of mortalsss... however, Imzil often giftsss usss with the ability of psssionicsss, and it isss often a byproduct of taking on her image. Many psssionsss are to be found amongssst usss, and the powersss of the mind come to usss naturally. Even I, with no training in the waysss of psionicsss, can naturally produssse psssionic powersss."
 

"What is with these snakes..."

"I don't like this... so many of them. This is a waste of my time... I wish there was something useful to me here, but obviously not so."

"Why didn't I stay back in that large city... whatever it's name was, and try and find my sister... Damn Illthids. Damn Snakes."


Animus just looks frustrated to hell, and has his scarf over his mouth. Kicking the dirt a little when he stands still, and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Wait... maybe I can do something... yes... I'll just have to wait till the right moment..."

OOC: Just having some rather... vulger thoughts... maybe to test if there are any telepaths in thier group incidently. If so, and they announce it themselves, Animus will join in the conversation as well. Interesting back-story. Your campaign setting has plenty of life in it."
 
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Syld listens to the story in earnest.
"What a fascinating story!"
A look of confusion crosses his face.
"You said that you have lived here for over hundred years, and that it was you who received Imzil's message. Are the yuan-ti truely so longlived, or is it a privilege of being the high priestess?"

After Jhessail has answered, Syld continues to speak.
"And the illithid... one of their creation, an illithidkin, attacked us on our way here. We were able to beat it, but we lost the drivers to our carriages. Me and Jansson here" Syld points at the halfling, "had to take the driver's seat even as we had never used such things before."
 
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Nodding at Syld's comments, Jansson speaks.

"Truly, your goddess blesses your people! Innate psionic power is quite a marvel.

"As Syld says, we were attacked on our way here, by some foul creation of the Illithids. I would guess that they were trying to prevent the treaty from arriving.

"In answer to your question, the Psionicle is an artifact of great power, which is said to rule over all of the psionic arts. The Illithid seek for this ruling power, which would have dread effects for all of this world." He pauses, recalling something the Council told him. "But I have heard rumours that your people possess an artifact of your own. Is this true?"
 


"You said that you have lived here for over hundred years, and that it was you who received Imzil's message. Are the yuan-ti truely so longlived, or is it a privilege of being the high priestess?"

The yuan-ti laughs - a frightening combination of a hiss and human laughter.

"Both. Imzil gifted usss with longevity - it isss a part of being coldblooded. Ssshe alssso gifted me with a longer lifessspan when I ressseived my visssion. I have been alive for... roughly 200 years."

"And the illithid... one of their creation, an illithidkin, attacked us on our way here. We were able to beat it, but we lost the drivers to our carriages. Me and Jansson here had to take the driver's seat even as we had never used such things before."

"As Syld says, we were attacked on our way here, by some foul creation of the Illithids. I would guess that they were trying to prevent the treaty from arriving."

Jhessail is quiet for a moment, evidently thinking.

"Then we mussst move quickly. We cannot afford to have the illithid interfere."

"In answer to your question, the Psionicle is an artifact of great power, which is said to rule over all of the psionic arts. The Illithid seek for this ruling power, which would have dread effects for all of this world. But I have heard rumours that your people possess an artifact of your own. Is this true?"

"The Psssionicle..." The yuan-ti trails off, whatever she is saying becomes indecipherable.

"Yesss, we indeed hold an artifact - the Eye of Imzil. It wasss passsed on to me by the previousss high priessstesss. An emerald, of the raressst beauty - it hasss but a sssingle flaw. Thossse who hold it gain minor acssesss to the powers of the ssseer."
 

"Yesss, we indeed hold an artifact - the Eye of Imzil. It wasss passsed on to me by the previousss high priessstesss. An emerald, of the raressst beauty - it hasss but a sssingle flaw. Thossse who hold it gain minor acssesss to the powers of the ssseer."

Animus perks up... "The power of a seer? My sister... Maybe this item can help me find her!"

Animus taps Nathan on the back of the shoulder, hoping to get him to open up communication with Animus.

"Nathan... listen to me, and listen carefully. I want to see this gem. It could be what I'm looking for. A gem that might help me to locate my sister. It could be incredibly helpful to my cause. All I need to do is unlock it's power. I can't communicate with this woman, but can you speak for me?"

"Ask her if we can see the gem. Don't seem at all forceful, for I fear she would interpret it as being our goal to simply acquire the thing. Just ask casually, for me... please? It could be of incredible use to me. My memory is bad... and I do not ever think that will heal, but maybe I can have a chance to find the one thing I can remember from my past..."


Animus eyes are white, no color in them as he stares into Nathan's mind. "Please?"

OOC: Heh... so attention grubby may I seem, but alas, I'm simply at these boards far to often.
 

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