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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3552247" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #397] The Eyes Have It[/PLAIN]OOC- Okay, here's the next little bit. But nothing else until Sunday!--------------------------"Please show yourself, representative of the Dominion of the Final Forge," Ayremac said, stepping toward the trees. "If you have nothing to hide, you should be willing to do that...""Do not misunderstand me, angel," the voice buzzed. "We have much to hide. Especially with your wizard still poised to attack. Perhaps we were wrong to seek you out.""You have my word that Huzair will not attack you," Ayremac said as he stepped forward into the tree line."The word of a 'cleric and bodyguard?" the voice asked. "Your promise rings hollow, holy warrior." Ayremac sighed."You call me a liar, which is not a truly accurate assessment," the Officer of Umba explained, spinning the situation in his favor as well as he could. "I simply played down the importance of our quest. But we are trying to heal the Realm.""We know," the voice responded. "We have been observing you since you exited the Tainted Cave. We have learned much from that observation.""Fine," Ayremac went on, nodding. "So you know our purpose. What is it that the Dominion of the Final Forge quests for?" There was a pause, and when the strange voice spoke again, it seemed to be coming from Ayremac's left, barely ten feet from where he stood."We seek to bring order to the world," the voice explained. "Through order comes justice. Through justice, harmony.""You have us at a disadvantage." Shamalin's voice rang out clearly as she clanked forward, her hands empty apart from her huge shield. "We know little about the man we drove off - other than his ill intent.""He is allied with the Dominion of Flesh Reborn," the voice told them. "Our Sovereign will speak more of this once we return to our demesne." Shamalin paused, considering before digging into a pouch at her hip."Perhaps you can tell us about this?" she asked, pulling out a small wrapped piece of cloth. Carefully she unrolled and held aloft the strange thing they had found on the ground. "I've never seen such a creature before... one of the many unfortunate enough to have been caught in the wake of Chaos.""It is but part of a whole, priestess," the voice said. "It is one of our monitors' eyes."Shamalin looked at the thing and it did bear a resemblance to some sort of fly's eye on the end of a tough, leathery stalk. "Let us return it to you now," she offered before moving forward a few paces and gently setting the thing on the ground before stepping away. She held up her hands again adding, "We mean no harm.""I believe you, cleric," the voice replied. Ayremac thought it close enough for him to reach out and touch, but still he saw nothing. "It is not you who threatens us; the mage has about him the taint of Chaos. We do not trust one such as he.""I won't attack. Let the bird go as a sign of good faith," Huzair spoke from Shamalin's right. His voice held a suprising tone of composure and lack of venom. "You have nothing to worry about from a hummingbird. When he is safely with us, I will come out of hiding as my gesture of good faith." "In truth, you are not hiding from me, wizard. My sight extends outward passed veils that you cannot mask with such paltry magics," the voice said. "I had hoped you would not force me to take such a provocative action." And on queue a ray of energy stabbed out of the darkness, striking Huzair and Dispelling the Magic maintaining both his Invisibility and all of his Mirror Images. His False Life remained in effect, however."What?!" the wizard cursed, caught flatfooted by the unexpected disruption of his spells. His hands went to his haversack, but a figure dropped down from the trees behind him and another stepped out in front of Ayremac before anyone could react further.The one near the holy warrior was cloaked head-to-toe in a voluminous, hooded robe that masked his body entirely and buried his face in shadow. Ayremac, whose darkvision worked perfectly well in shadow, could clearly see the face beneath the hood. The visage was human-looking apart from the third eye that stared out of the man's right cheek like some horrible lesion. He was bald beneath the hood and his head was crowned with eyestalks that writhed around, medusa-like. Each of those eyes was multi-facetted like an insect's.The one that dropped down near Huzair was just as strange, but naked apart from a loin clout and knee-high leather boots. His body was a coiled spring of muscle ready to explode into action, covered with a tough chitinous hide. In addition to the two on the man's bald head, six other eyes studied Huzair from the man's chest and stomach, arms and legs. They were all different sizes and colors, but they all regarded the wizard warily. A pair of ten-foot long tentacles curved up from the man's muscular shoulders, the last several feet of which were each sheathed in some kind of leather sleeve festooned with sharp metal hooks that seemed capable of shredding flesh handily. An unblinking, multi-facetted eye stared from the tip of each tentacle."Now that this impediment to conversation has been eliminated, let us proceed," the robed figure said, pressing the sleeves of his robe together before his chest and bowing slightly. His was the voice that had been speaking all along. "I am Premarch Rabanmar and this is Premarch Brah. We bring an offer of hospitality from our Sovereign, Lord Hofralix. Our most majestic Sovereign wishes to discuss with you our mutual enemies."</blockquote>

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