The Psionicle, Part X

[Sollir Furryfoot]

A ghostly chuckle comes from the hooded figure, "Some where in between, I'd imagine." It says to Ruth.

"I wouldn't be fooled by Kloranth's apparent niceties, despite his visible youth, he's very experienced and has his own motives for the gems and choosing to join your quest with you all-as do I, but I do not deny it."

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"Mind telling us your ulterior motives? It seems to me announcing them without explaining them only makes us wonder about your integrity."

Osius pauses, "I mean, if your intents are hostile, you're either saying that to allay our suspicions or because you think we pose no threat. If your intents are benevolent, then surely there's little risk in exposing your agenda.

"I've made mine clear: I'm helping reassemble the Psionicle so an entire way of living can continue in the face of incompatible magic."

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

"I don't believe this is either the time, or the place for that explanation, as you, yourself said that we may be expecting some company. Be assured I do not care about my perceived integrity, although I doubt you could call my intents benevolent-but you can be rest assured they are not hostile towards the psionic community."

"Your own motives may perhaps be questioned over the course of collecting the rest of the Psionicle. I shall be anxious to hear of your learned opinion then, pardon me if I am not as interested now-we have a common cause, and that is all that is needed for me."

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"Then, as a group, do we continue exploring here or leave before the ... wizard ... shows his face again?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Well, that depends." Kloranth says. "Are you interested in reading about an order that vanished a long time ago? If not, there's little reason to stay here."

 

[Dalamar]

"I wouldn't mind learning more, but I don't speak the language these texts seem to be written in."

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Something sort of snapped within the recesses of the figure's mind, Touch my precious, clean books? With unclean hands... Though the voice vanishes as quickly as it came.

Keeping its calm demeanor, the figure simply states, "I can translate the books for you all if you wish-but getting through the wondrous library would take a very long while, and I imagine time is of the essence. However I still have retain most of its knowledge within my head from the years I've spent here."

 

[Dalamar]

"Could you then perhaps teach me the language? We could pick a book or two with us for reference."
Syld gets eager at the chance to learn of this ancient language.

 

[Creamsteak]

Animus manuevers onto the other side of the Adamantium door, ignoring the new figure and watching. He activates his psionic skin, changing his hue, and attempts to hide by the corridor, just in case...

 

[Jarval]

"If we leave now, we may get a good lead on Jarli, although I don't know where we're heading next. On the other hand, if he's down here, perhaps we should try to apprehend him? He's refused to see sense twice now, so I have no further compunctions in dealing with him." Jansson breaks his silence, stepping closer to the door.

"Oh, and for Gods' sake Osius, don't put that gem any where near the Staff. We've had more than enough problems with that thing..."

After peering into the corridor for any sign of the mage in question, Jansson returns his attention to the masked and hooded figure.

"Perhaps you put little store in names, but I've always been rather keen on them. I'm Jansson Monachorum, and may I ask the title you wish to be known by?"