The Whisperers in Darkness

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor looks at the halfling: "Your proposal sounds like a viable option, miss. We need all the information this man can give us."

Then he starts thinking to himself. That shifter sure has faith in his deity, but I think he fails to see the seriousness of the situation. If the creature was capable of tearing down an entire wall section, it will likely be able to tear us apart in a similar fashion...

 

[Desdichado]

"Fine," Maddie says. "Leave me alone with him for an hour, then. I don't need an audience to fix him."

She ushers you into a sitting room, and Nan and Osbert bustle into the sick-room as well, brewing teas and other concoctions, and rushing around a great deal. You are left more or less on your own in the sitting room with a kettle of whistling tea and several soft, warm biscuits on a small, decorative plate.

(This would be a great opportunity for the group of you to catch up with each other, introduce yourselves more thoroughly, and perhaps strategize on what you want to do next, and what you want to ask the injured man. I'll keep my hands out of it for a little while and let you all roleplay that up for a bit.)

 

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor takes a seat in one of the armchairs (presuming they're not halfling-sized), relaxes and asks Galec and Darksheen: "So what are you two actually doing in this little out-of-the-way town?"

 

[jkason]

Galec

The shifter's shoulders and fingers twitch a bit.

"Actually?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "You say that as though you doubt my sincerity, but I'll take that to mean you'd prefer elaboration, instead."

Leaning forward in his chair, Galec continues. "I've been gifted twice in my life. Once in the powers of my birthright as a shifter, then once again when Dol Dorn chose to grant me the power of bestowing his miracles. It's a double blessing few will ever know, and my local temple was ... " he pauses a moment, nose wrinkling as he obviously looks for the best phrasing, "... they felt it wasn't right to horde such a one as me. They sent me out to the farther places to spread the word of Dol Dorn, using myself and my gifts to show the strength and power of our god. This town is but a stop for me, but it seems to me the current situation might be a wonderful opportunity to do just what my mission asks of me."

 

[Krug]

Darksheen shifts uncomfortably. "Well I'm doing research." He doesn't quite continue, quite unused to all this socialisation thing.

 

[jkason]

Galec

Galec turns his attention to Darksheen.

"Really? And here I thought warforged were usually the subject of research. What exactly are you researching out here on the verge of things?"

 

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor leans forward in his armchair to meet the shifter's gaze: "So the priests sent you into the most thinly populated parts of Eberron to spread the word of Dol Dorn? That sounds strange to me... Perhaps they didn't want you around the temple? Perhaps they didn't see your heritage as a blessing? After all, we all know how the Church of the Silver Flame treated your kind during their lycanthrope-hunting years..."

After asking the question, Alastor slumps back into the armchair wondering whether his comments were correct or just plain hurtful. He runs his right hand through his hair and suddenly remembers that he hasn't properly introduced himself and figures it would be the perfect way to distract the shifter from his rather unpolite questions.

"Well, my name's Alastor, as I've already mentioned and I'm from Cyre. I served in one my country's companies as a wizard specialized in war magic. I was on a mission in the Eldeen Reaches when disaster struck my beloved homeland and turned into the cursed piece of dirt we now all know as The Mournland. Now, I serve only myself and those willing to pay for my services as a sword for hire."

 

[jkason]

Galec bristles at what Alastor's suggesting about his church, but gets something of a self-satisfied sneer as the spellcaster relates his own background.

"You're one of those, are you? Tore your own land to shreds with godless magics, then set off into the other lands to quest for personal profit. I shouldn't doubt you'd not understand the complexities of the church. Dol Dorn doesn't seek the weak masses; he seeks strength. Where better to find it than in those places closest to the edge? Certainly the population is thin here, but mine is a god of strength. A few truly powerful worshipers serve his calling far better than a paltry mass of weak-kneed cretins obiescent before the Silver Flame."

He sounds certain enough, but the twitching in his shoulders is back. It could be merely a symptom of his animal side, or it could expose an unease he's currently unready to share.

 

[Desdichado]

(Hee, hee! Fun!)

 

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Galec's remark. Then he leans forward and looks sternly at the shifter: "Cyre was the most advanced of all the nations of Khorvaire, we dared go places in our research that nobody else had the courage to go. Honestly, we didn't need the gods, because what good have they ever done for us? They get our prayers yet few are ever answered. We made magic that transcended the very planes of this world, our arcane might was unsurpassed by any other nation. I believe we were subject to some large-scale act of terrorism possibly performed by one of the other nations to put Cyre out of the war and unfortunately they succeeded."