The Psionicle, Part VIII

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Jansson follows after Desimus, pleased by the human's slow pace.

"A fine looking sword you have there." he comments to Ruth. "Looks like good, solid craftsmanship."
 

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Ruth looks back at him and smiles proudly.

Well thank you! I made it myself a long long time ago and a while it took indeed... I'd had an adventure or two myself.. well, no real adventurest but you know little ones. And a powerfull psion rewarded me for a thing I dod for him with infusing my blade with some of it's power. That's what has been giving it the glow, and besides I like pink. But I guess he just knew that kinda thing. He was a psion after all. Hmmm what was his name again.. euhm.... *ponder*..... "Ouchul'chec", yeah that was it. Strange fellow and I kinda helped him by accident but nevertheless. But are our plans, or don't we talk about that kinda stuff on the streets?
 

Osius

Great, Osius thinks to himself, now I've picked up a shadow.

Thanking the gate guard for his help, Osius will walk back to the Ace as nonchalantly as possible.
 
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Jansson, Desimus
You return to the Ace, and Shardorn greets you. "Who is this?" She asks, regarding Ruth. "I was not aware of this companion of yours..."

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Osius
Thomas nods to you, and returns to watching the fields outside of the city.

As you meander back to the Ace, a hand grabs your shoulder and pushes you against the wall in a particuarly shady area of the street. A face, somewhat human-like, but perhaps too gaunt, presses close to yours.

"It would be wise to keep your head down, human," A harsh voice says, in a whisper. "Asking questions about the illithid, even in a populated place such as this, is quite unwise, and may draw... unwanted attention..."

"But of course, you already know of that... your quest for the Psionicle is well-known, even among those who pay little attention to such things... you are on a journey that will determine the fate of all those who hear the call of the mind... be cautious of who you trust..."

Then, as quickly as he appeared - as the voice was most definitely that of a male - the figure fades back into the shadow without a trace.
 

Osius

Osius stifles his anger at being handled and seethes back to the Ace, avoiding shadowed corners, with one hand on his weapon.
 

"This is Ruth. She's a warrior of some skill." Jansson replies to Shardorn. "If Jirlai is going to come after us, I figured another blade could come in handy. Ruth, this is Shardorn, a priest and healer of no little ability."
 

Ruth makes a small bow towards the little cleric.

Greetings Shardorn. I've been introduced but I hope if you are that great a healer that you shall accompany us on our quest. I have great respect for those who channel the divine powers and carry the favor of the gods with them. Those blessed one such as yourself have saved my lives quite a number of times before when my rash and euhmm enthusiastic side got the best of my and I kinda "rushed" into trouble.
 

Shardorn nods at Ruth. "While I am not a great healer, Rashida has provided me the gifts that she thinks are necessary for me to have. I have no need of more."

"I will be accompanying this group on its journey to the library I have told them of. After that, I do not know where my goddess will require me."

She then moves close to Jansson, and whispers in his ear. "Do you really think this is a good idea? She doesn't seem... right, somehow..."
 


Osius

"Harrumph," Osius declares, brushing his clothes off as he enters. "I need to start wearing a great cloak so I can make a better entrance. And somebody should put a leash on the Githyanki in this town. Next one to manhandle me will be wearing his guts for garters.

"How is everyone?"
 

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