The Psionicle, Part XI

[Zhure]

Osius

"That's excellent," Osius says," After I looked over the aerodrome, drone? dome? whatever it was, I found a place selling elemental warding cloaks for two-thousand gold, and planned on buying one with my part of our income, if it was sufficient."

 

[Jarval]

"That's excellent," Osius says," After I looked over the aerodrome, drone? dome? whatever it was, I found a place selling elemental warding cloaks for two-thousand gold, and planned on buying one with my part of our income, if it was sufficient."

"It's called an airdock, I think, but I'm far from an expert on these terms." Jansson smiles. "As for the cloak, you'll have to discuss it with the others, but I think it sounds like a good idea."

Turning to his other companions, Jansson speaks up. "If we're going to the airdock, let's go. But I think it needs to be all of us or none at all. We all know how dangerous Jirlai is, and I don't want anyone putting themselves at risk. Now, shall we go or not?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

"If you go, I will come, as well." Shardorn says. "I, too, have my reasons to hate Jirlai."

 

[Jarval]

"Well then, it sounds like we're all agreed. Let's go and see what Jirlai wants." Jansson says, looking for any sign of objection. If none presents itself, he'll busy himself for the hours until the meeting with various mundane tasks, keeping his gear in the best shape he can.

 

[Creamsteak]

Animus looks at his friends in approval, leaning his back on the wall. He glares at Ruth, however, with a question printed on his face.

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"I guess this meeting with Jirlai is more important than shopping. I can always do that later," Osius says.

 

[GnomeWorks]

As you prepare, the sun sets and the moons rise steadily.

Before you know it, the two moons - both full - are high overhead, pale blue light cascading down upon the silent street.

 

[Jarval]

"Time to go." Jansson says, and leads the group towards the airdocks. Before entering the building, he take a few moments to manifest several powers on himself...


(OoC: To be specific, he's manifesting Vigor, Chrysalis, Animal Affinity (boosting Strength), and using a charge from his Dorje of Biofeedback.)

 

[Creamsteak]

Thinking to himself, "Right in, right? No stealth, just right into their trap? I'm goign to kill them all sooner or later anyway... I've waited too long for this..."

 

[GnomeWorks]

OoC: Jarval - noted.

"Good of you to show up." A voice speaks from the shadows a few moments after you arrive. "We weren't certain if you would."

The woman in black, her armor shining a pale, sinister blue in the moonlight, steps forth from the shadows. She bears no weapon, though one is sheathed at her side.

"Jirlai and I have secured a room where we may converse... unwatched."

She looks at the group.

"We will not harm you... yet. Now is not the time for such things. Plans are being set in motion that must be dealt with before we settle our differences."

She turns.

"I will suffer no questions here... if you want them answered, follow."

With that, she begins walking towards the eastern part of town.