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The Whisperers in Darkness

Shard follows Forge into the FLophouse and listen to everyone begin their introductions

What the hell was that, hmm I wonder if it was Psionic in nature and the giggle was a audible by product of the manifestation Knowledge(Psionics):14.
 

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Forge's expression is cloudy as she goes to the Flophouse. She needed gold more than conversation. Though perhaps she was concentrating more fully on her own problems to deflect her attention from the strange phenomenom that just occured.

"For those that did not hear, I am Forge, artificer and tinkerer, creator and explorer," she introduces herself.
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
Forge's expression is cloudy as she goes to the Flophouse. She needed gold more than conversation. Though perhaps she was concentrating more fully on her own problems to deflect her attention from the strange phenomenom that just occured.

"For those that did not hear, I am Forge, artificer and tinkerer, creator and explorer," she introduces herself.
Hearing Forge speak breaks Shards introspection Fool, keep yourself focused. Who knows what threat these weak-fleshed pose to you and Forge

Shard scans the group to see what there reaction is to Forge.
 

Ceres d'Deneith

As the troupe enters the flophouse, Ceres nods at Forge's introduction. He looks to the other warforged. "And you are Forge's travelling companion, I take it?"
 

Harvey said:
As the troupe enters the flophouse, Ceres nods at Forge's introduction. He looks to the other warforged. "And you are Forge's travelling companion, I take it?"
Meeting the humans gaze momentarily Shard give an almost imperceptable nod.
 

Shard: You don't believe that what happened was psychic in nature; at least as near as you can tell. It lacks the tell-tale signs that you were taught to look for. Or--at least--if it is psionic in nature, it is too subtle for you to tell.

All: Jalek's Flophouse (as indicated on the map) is located closer to the water's edge than the village square where the fight took place. As you get closer, you can hear the steady sound of rain falling on the surface of the lake, as well as a gurgling and lapping sound of waves against the rotted piers. A strong smell of stagnant and dirty water, dead fish, and human(oid) waste permeate the air, although the rain does help to disperse it a little. You can only imagine what it would smell like here on a clear, hot summer day.

The flophouse itself is a large former warehouse, with people of all types in bedrolls on the floor. In addition to the floor, large rickety scaffolds have been built up to four or five levels high, and people are roosted like birds in the scaffolds as well. There is a muted buzz of whispers, snores, people stirring and children fussing, water dripping and beating on the roof, and a strong smell of body odor and open (or spilled) chamber pots.

(Are any of you actually staying in the flophouse, or no? If you look at the map, there are also a few inns in the area, which no doubt offer better accomodation than this. The flophouse is the Greenblade equivalent of staying at the "Y".)
 

Arlanen d'Medani - Half-Elven Psion

Arlanen will turn her nose up at the surroundings.
"Very well, at least it's somewhat more private - I suggest we talk quickly so we can leave quickly."
"My name is Arlanen, I'm here with the increasingly ill advised goal of discovering myself. Now, does anyone have any idea what went on back there?"
 

"None, other than the fact that our attackers vanished and no one seemed to notice. This place reeks of death, and not in a good way. I say we move this conversation elsewhere and swiftly as possible," Forge says, the last in a testy voice.
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"None, other than the fact that our attackers vanished and no one seemed to notice. This place reeks of death, and not in a good way. I say we move this conversation elsewhere and swiftly as possible," Forge says, the last in a testy voice.
Everyday Forge becomes more and more like the weak-fleshed, we warforged aren't composed of flesh, so the smell of the weak fleshed shouldn't bother us

Shaking hs head slightly Shard continues to follows Forge and the others, while keeping an eye open for trouble.
 

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor nods at Forge's remark. "I agree with Forge. We'd better find a better place to stay or I'm going to get very sick very fast." He covers his nose and mouth with his shirt sleeve to keep the stench out. Why did I ever come to this god-forsaken place...?
 

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