Shenystari [sblock]
Shenystari will attempt to procure one of the main works of this Arden Fair, a peculiar named man.
Opal will cheerfully loan you a copy of
Illuminating the Corners of the Mind, one of Arden's first works in his teachings.
She is cautious about attending one of these meetings of the Illuminated Minds, knowing that an influenced member of the Dreaming Dark would not appreciate the snooping of a kalashtar. She'll sit on this knowledge a little longer, hoping to learn more from the books and her friends before she can confront it.
The book contains a variety of meditation techniques that it claims help organize the mind and make information easier to retrieve. They are also supposed to help with keeping one calm, and allowing an objective outlook on a variety of perspectives. Several of these Shenystari recognizes as similar to ones the kalashtar learn as children. They are used when teaching so that the children can absorb a large amount of information in a small amount of time, then actually do the
learning of it later, through meditation, introspection, and discussion. What it might mean is that Arden's students might know more than they know, locked away in their minds until they're taught to retrieve it.[/sblock]
Rayni: [sblock]
'If I can't remove it, can I make it inactive?' Rayni researches how to drain the power from a Dragonmark, hoping to find a choice other than suicide.
The simplest way to render a Dragonmark inactive would be to keep an
antimagic field active on the bearer at all times. Granted such things would be expensive, but for confined individuals with dangerous abilities, the expense is worth it to their jailers. If you could find someone to make it for you, it would be many thousands of gold pieces, that's clear. However, it would prevent you from using any of your magical abilities, not just your dragonmark.
There's another option, one that's only hinted at. "Dragonmarks have come from dragon blood and bone, and by their magic and might may they reclaim their kindred." Perhaps a dragon could help you.[/sblock]
Tondrek: [sblock]
Each time the 'forged waitress comes over and pets Sparky, Tondrek beams up at her, the signs of his meal running down his face. He did carefully polish Sparky, with practiced ease. "Careful, forgey 'forge, he likes metal. And so do I! (hiccup)"
The waitress looks a little startled, but looks at Sparky, who looks back at her innocently. She continues with her occasional pats, and her fingers seem no worse the wear.
As the meal lulls into conversation, Tondrek notices the group of strange, armorless 'forged at the other table. He turns around in his chair and stares at them openly and naively, fascinated by their difference.
Most warforged would ignore stares, but these look over at him occasionally, as if trying to divine his attention.
Though he is sure to attract strange looks from the unusual 'forged, if they turn, he'll wave to them cheerfully. The next time the waitress comes around, he tugs at her doublet and points at the other table. "'Cuse, but why they do that? Doesn't no shell hurt?"
“No… shell?” she asks, confused, then suddenly realizes what he’s getting at. “You mean no plating? Oh, they were forged near the end of the war, when they were experimenting with different types of us, for uses other than war. I think they were supposed to be servants, but when were all set free, they decided to learn other things than war or service,” she says in an offhand manner.
[OOC: Knowledge check by Tondrek to see what he knows about 'shellless forged']
Tondrek recalls hearing something about shellless ‘forged; they’re called “reforged,” warforged that champion living with other races. They’re particularly personable for their kind, and oftentimes as ambassadors between warforged and other races.[/sblock]
Bront said:
"Arimart, you don't look too good still. Those injuries still haven't healed?"
Arimat shrugs, and then winces as if he shouldn’t have done that. “
Not really. And… I really didn’t want to go see House Jorasco, so I’ve just been sticking it out. It hasn’t killed me yet, eh?” he says with a feeble laugh.