Sense motive (1d20+2=15)
Khalia, being a bit more perceptive than the monster hunter, does notice something...
Khalia, being a bit more perceptive than the monster hunter, does notice something...
Warriors Of The Coast
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Velmont
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Jango stands up. "I think I'll go take some rest before my father come back. I don't think it will be an easy night, and I havn't had a good night last night either. Zan, if I am allowed, I'll go see you tomorrow morning, and we could continue our discussion on the familiars. Khalia, good trip, I risk to be stuck in the Green Lilac for some times. Good night Ari." He leaves teh company of the three and walk back to his room.
He lays downs on his bed, and starts to think. The image of the pirate camp, the pain of the burning ropes, the idea of all the dead people, the smell of the burning lantern, the sight of the abobination summoned by Erqua, the feeling of the rocks on his knee when he was crawling in the small caves, the sound of the voice in his head, the idea of a familiar, the picture of his history books showing the war magus and there crystal... all these ideas were whirling in his head. He starts to have a warm feeling in his dragonmark for a moment but dissapear. Just a trick of his mind, but the feeling was teh same then when he cast his enfeeblement spell. He felt his ray was more powerfull. Nobody had told him that the mark could do such feat.
For the first time of the day, he starts to feel relax. It is just like if he had pass teh whole week working at the Inn, likes when he was kids and was punish because his sister had brought her in one of her expedition. He could pass a whole week working at the Inn without doing anything else. At the end of such week, he felt every single mucle in his body, his body who hadn't the same vigor then her sister's body. He also find his mind exhausted. It seems the questions and experience has taken all the ressources he had in his mind. Wihtout knowing it, he was slipping into a slumber.
He lays downs on his bed, and starts to think. The image of the pirate camp, the pain of the burning ropes, the idea of all the dead people, the smell of the burning lantern, the sight of the abobination summoned by Erqua, the feeling of the rocks on his knee when he was crawling in the small caves, the sound of the voice in his head, the idea of a familiar, the picture of his history books showing the war magus and there crystal... all these ideas were whirling in his head. He starts to have a warm feeling in his dragonmark for a moment but dissapear. Just a trick of his mind, but the feeling was teh same then when he cast his enfeeblement spell. He felt his ray was more powerfull. Nobody had told him that the mark could do such feat.
For the first time of the day, he starts to feel relax. It is just like if he had pass teh whole week working at the Inn, likes when he was kids and was punish because his sister had brought her in one of her expedition. He could pass a whole week working at the Inn without doing anything else. At the end of such week, he felt every single mucle in his body, his body who hadn't the same vigor then her sister's body. He also find his mind exhausted. It seems the questions and experience has taken all the ressources he had in his mind. Wihtout knowing it, he was slipping into a slumber.
"Do you have any idea what's bothering him?" Khalia asks Zan after Jango leaves. She suspected. The elf might be more than six times her nineteen years, but sometimes she thought he was very young -- and as elves reckoned things, he was. And she thought him about to make a serious mistake with the unwariness of youth.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Ari turns his back on the table as the elf leaves in order to get a view of the common room. He ordered a bit of ale, and raised it at his "newfound" friends since the incident at the caves. With an ironic smile on his lips, he thinks Ah, what a difference two-days makes.
At the Lady's comments, Ari cranes his head back. "Hmm? The boy? Concerned about certain signs that were revealed at the pirates camp, things he doesn't want the rest to know. Would make things a little to hot around here, he thinks."
At the Lady's comments, Ari cranes his head back. "Hmm? The boy? Concerned about certain signs that were revealed at the pirates camp, things he doesn't want the rest to know. Would make things a little to hot around here, he thinks."
(OOC: Just as a reminder, Skarghash is currently one day ahead of the others in the group.)
Skarghash leaves the Watchmaster's office, happy to think that he has several weeks of freedom to do a bit of training and soul-searching. It's never been easy being in a position of authority in a town such as this, as most of the public's perceptions of anyone with halfork blood is either as a mercenary or a strange nature-loving soul who believes they have to keep the world safe from demons under the earth. But word of Skarghash's actions yesterday will go a long way to changing that perception for the better.
Skarghash checks in with Orien office down by the docks to find out what (if any) scheduled caravans are going out by land or by sea. He discovers that there are no scheduled ships leaving (or coming in for that matter) for at least several days... as word of the pirate activity the past few weeks were enough to scare pretty much all sea travel in and out of town. It'll be several days before any captains truly believe the pirate problem has been fixed.
However, when speaking to the Orien head, there IS a caravan moving up the coast from Pitchwall to Newthrone, stopping off along the way in Seawell in a day's time. The man, Kevin Carras, looks through his logs and speaks to the Watchman. "Oy, so yer headin' up to Newthrone are yer? Well, I knows the carriages will be here tomarrah around midday, and that there's several more leavin' here to join up. Now, we already gots a number of guards lined up for it and there's word that a pair of Sentinel Marshalls are patrolling the road north, but what exactly you lookin' for? What can you do fer me?"
Skarghash leaves the Watchmaster's office, happy to think that he has several weeks of freedom to do a bit of training and soul-searching. It's never been easy being in a position of authority in a town such as this, as most of the public's perceptions of anyone with halfork blood is either as a mercenary or a strange nature-loving soul who believes they have to keep the world safe from demons under the earth. But word of Skarghash's actions yesterday will go a long way to changing that perception for the better.
Skarghash checks in with Orien office down by the docks to find out what (if any) scheduled caravans are going out by land or by sea. He discovers that there are no scheduled ships leaving (or coming in for that matter) for at least several days... as word of the pirate activity the past few weeks were enough to scare pretty much all sea travel in and out of town. It'll be several days before any captains truly believe the pirate problem has been fixed.
However, when speaking to the Orien head, there IS a caravan moving up the coast from Pitchwall to Newthrone, stopping off along the way in Seawell in a day's time. The man, Kevin Carras, looks through his logs and speaks to the Watchman. "Oy, so yer headin' up to Newthrone are yer? Well, I knows the carriages will be here tomarrah around midday, and that there's several more leavin' here to join up. Now, we already gots a number of guards lined up for it and there's word that a pair of Sentinel Marshalls are patrolling the road north, but what exactly you lookin' for? What can you do fer me?"
The three adventures sit around the table at the Lilac discussing the young elf that had just left.
"Do you have any idea what's bothering him?" Khalia asks. She noticed Jango's nervousness after Zan mentioned coming by in the morning to possibly start the process to gain a familiar... and her first thought was that it perhaps was not something that Jango's family would be too keen about. Jina and Jango were both young (relatively speaking) and perhaps the boy's journey into arcane study was moving a bit too fast for him (or too fast for his parents by his way of thinking.)
Before Zan can formulate an answer, Ari pipes in with "Hmm? The boy? Concerned about certain signs that were revealed at the pirates camp, things he doesn't want the rest to know. Would make things a little too hot around here, he thinks." Zan questions the monster hunter's cryptic response with a raise of the eyebrows, but says nothing.
Soon enough, a possible answer for Jango's nervousness reveals itself, as his father Watchmaster Klim Silversun walks through the doors of the Lilac, nods to several patrons, motions to his wife who is currently engaged with a few people at one of the tables, then continues on through to the living quarters in the back of the inn. Morinda Silversun hurries after him to the back.
The changeling turns back to Ari and Khalia and shakes his head... pretty secure in the knowledge that if the look on Silversun's face wss any indication... Jango won't be coming by the library in the morning. He tosses back the remains of his drink and then stands up. "My Lady, good luck with the Flame Mother. Hopefully you'll be able to see eye-to-eye for once. And safe journey if you decide to hit the road. Will you be heading north to Newthrone or across the bay to Adderport?" He turns to the hexer and nods once in goodnight. "And to you as well, sir. The cities of New Galifar are always wonderful places to find things to do. I'll be sure to send word to you should Magistrate ir'Fischer put that celebration together." He grins once, lets his face morph back to it's standard blank pale look, then drops some coins on the table before turning and walking out to go home.
"Do you have any idea what's bothering him?" Khalia asks. She noticed Jango's nervousness after Zan mentioned coming by in the morning to possibly start the process to gain a familiar... and her first thought was that it perhaps was not something that Jango's family would be too keen about. Jina and Jango were both young (relatively speaking) and perhaps the boy's journey into arcane study was moving a bit too fast for him (or too fast for his parents by his way of thinking.)
Before Zan can formulate an answer, Ari pipes in with "Hmm? The boy? Concerned about certain signs that were revealed at the pirates camp, things he doesn't want the rest to know. Would make things a little too hot around here, he thinks." Zan questions the monster hunter's cryptic response with a raise of the eyebrows, but says nothing.
Soon enough, a possible answer for Jango's nervousness reveals itself, as his father Watchmaster Klim Silversun walks through the doors of the Lilac, nods to several patrons, motions to his wife who is currently engaged with a few people at one of the tables, then continues on through to the living quarters in the back of the inn. Morinda Silversun hurries after him to the back.
The changeling turns back to Ari and Khalia and shakes his head... pretty secure in the knowledge that if the look on Silversun's face wss any indication... Jango won't be coming by the library in the morning. He tosses back the remains of his drink and then stands up. "My Lady, good luck with the Flame Mother. Hopefully you'll be able to see eye-to-eye for once. And safe journey if you decide to hit the road. Will you be heading north to Newthrone or across the bay to Adderport?" He turns to the hexer and nods once in goodnight. "And to you as well, sir. The cities of New Galifar are always wonderful places to find things to do. I'll be sure to send word to you should Magistrate ir'Fischer put that celebration together." He grins once, lets his face morph back to it's standard blank pale look, then drops some coins on the table before turning and walking out to go home.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
After the changeling leaves, Ari leans over to the Lady conspiratorially. In a low whisper, he says, "It be his mark, probably. He'll want to keep that quiet, I'm sure." Standing, the monster hunter cracks his back. "As for me, I'm off for the night. Might be going up north in any case. You know where to find me if you need any help moving your bags," he adds with a wink.
~~~
Back in his room, Ari busies himself with tracing out the circles he had studied during his training, using the chalk he had purchased earlier. The incense was not exactly has his former Deneith masters had proscribed, but it should do the trick. Anything that cost that many Galifars better be worth it.
He chants for some time, invoking powers more associated with the Shadow than those of the more welcomed Host. But magic had two sides, and sometimes you had to use the enemies power to defeat them. It was the nature of his abilities. They were to be used, not feared.
Sweat ran down through his curly hair, slicked back from the effort. He felt the power build, and cold sliver of darkness forming in his gut. With the last invocation, it separated. A pool of inky murk formed in the circle he had inscribed, and out stepped a murky form. It had the lines of a predator, the substance of shadow, and the ebon aspect of the arcane.
It was his hunting power manifest.
The monster hunter smiled, the candle light glinting coldly.
OOC: That would be Ari spending his 100 gp for calling his dark companion familiar replacement.
~~~
Back in his room, Ari busies himself with tracing out the circles he had studied during his training, using the chalk he had purchased earlier. The incense was not exactly has his former Deneith masters had proscribed, but it should do the trick. Anything that cost that many Galifars better be worth it.
He chants for some time, invoking powers more associated with the Shadow than those of the more welcomed Host. But magic had two sides, and sometimes you had to use the enemies power to defeat them. It was the nature of his abilities. They were to be used, not feared.
Sweat ran down through his curly hair, slicked back from the effort. He felt the power build, and cold sliver of darkness forming in his gut. With the last invocation, it separated. A pool of inky murk formed in the circle he had inscribed, and out stepped a murky form. It had the lines of a predator, the substance of shadow, and the ebon aspect of the arcane.
It was his hunting power manifest.
The monster hunter smiled, the candle light glinting coldly.
OOC: That would be Ari spending his 100 gp for calling his dark companion familiar replacement.
DEFCON 1 said:
"Newthorne, in all likelyhood. The Elder in Wyrmwatch isn't fond of my Order; he thinks we deal in secrets best left burried." She says.
DEFCON 1 said:
"I've known a good many nobles and politicians." She says. "And even the best of them -- or us, I should truly say -- find it hard to resist an opportunity to pin a medal on a hero. It's almost as good as getting one yourself."
stonegod said:
"Perhaps I will." The archivists says, then finishes her meal, leaves a few coins for the server -- the food itself would be included in her rent; Khalia was not about to admit it, but she was not much of a cook -- a daughter of ir'Indari hardly needed to learn that skill.
And then she left the Green Lilac for the shrine to the Flame.
DEFCON 1 said:
I'm looking to head to Newthrone and prefer to work my way there instead of sitting on my arse counting trees along the way. What can I do for you? Besides be pretty? Well, I've got a year experience here in Seawell as a guard and more recently, scout. I've had a hand in recent events involving bringing in those pirates, so you know I've done more than sitting at a gate marking the passing of peasants. I'm good with a blade, I'm quiet and I follow orders well. Oh and have I mentioned being pretty? Skarg finishes up with a wide grin that produces a bit of drool that drips off of his right tusk.
As Jango lies on the bed, his muscles unwinding, his body relaxing, his thoughts finally starting to slow down, he can feel the warm blanket of sleep begin to overtake him.
That of course gets shattered when he hears his sister Jina scream out with a [COLOR=FFF66]"But FATHER!!!"[/COLOR] and a wail of tears.
An eyelid opens on Jango, and the sounds of bootsteps can be heard coming down the hall to his door. One quick rap on the wood is followed by the knob turning and Watchmaster Silversun strides into the room, wife and mother Morinda close behind, and a crying Jina in back.
"No sleep yet, boy. We've got to have a talk first. Sit up. Jina, in here."
With several sniffles, Jina moves past her parents and joins Jango on the bed. Morinda moves behind Klim and puts her hand on his arm, and when he turns to her he sees the pain in her eyes. He reaches out, puts his arm around her, and draws her to him in a sideways hug. He then turns back to the two of you.
"To say that I'm very disappointed with you, is an understatment. I have enough disobedience with the members of the Watch that I really don't appreciate having to deal with it at home too. I know that you both thought you were invincible... and perhaps your mother and I were to blame a bit for allowing you to begin training in your specific arts and thus feeding this feeling of invincibility." He looks straight at both of you.
"But I hope you both realize what your actions could have resulted in. Jina, I hope you never forget the feeling you had when you woke up and realized your brother was gone from the forest. And Jango, I hope you always remember what it was like being held hostage in that camp, with a dozen people who would do you harm not more than several yards away. You are both very, very lucky."
He releases a deep sigh, and you can see your mother wipe away a tear as her thoughts of what could have happened to both of you run through her head. "You both need to be punished. However, at your age just sitting in your room for a week is no longer a punishment as it is more of a welcomed respite. So you both will have another one more fitting. Work."
He walks over to the bed and places his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Jina, it is time you learned what true swordwork is all about. Tomorrow you will come with me to the militia training grounds and begin weapons training. 12 hours tomorrow and every day for the rest of the week. And Jango? You will see to your mother tomorrow morning and she will determine how your magical training will go. But she will tell you that a quality mage spends full days within their study, pouring over books and tomes, creating admixtures, weaving spells. I know your magic comes naturally to you, but you are also going to learn the practical side of magic as well. Do you understand?"
That of course gets shattered when he hears his sister Jina scream out with a [COLOR=FFF66]"But FATHER!!!"[/COLOR] and a wail of tears.
An eyelid opens on Jango, and the sounds of bootsteps can be heard coming down the hall to his door. One quick rap on the wood is followed by the knob turning and Watchmaster Silversun strides into the room, wife and mother Morinda close behind, and a crying Jina in back.
"No sleep yet, boy. We've got to have a talk first. Sit up. Jina, in here."
With several sniffles, Jina moves past her parents and joins Jango on the bed. Morinda moves behind Klim and puts her hand on his arm, and when he turns to her he sees the pain in her eyes. He reaches out, puts his arm around her, and draws her to him in a sideways hug. He then turns back to the two of you.
"To say that I'm very disappointed with you, is an understatment. I have enough disobedience with the members of the Watch that I really don't appreciate having to deal with it at home too. I know that you both thought you were invincible... and perhaps your mother and I were to blame a bit for allowing you to begin training in your specific arts and thus feeding this feeling of invincibility." He looks straight at both of you.
"But I hope you both realize what your actions could have resulted in. Jina, I hope you never forget the feeling you had when you woke up and realized your brother was gone from the forest. And Jango, I hope you always remember what it was like being held hostage in that camp, with a dozen people who would do you harm not more than several yards away. You are both very, very lucky."
He releases a deep sigh, and you can see your mother wipe away a tear as her thoughts of what could have happened to both of you run through her head. "You both need to be punished. However, at your age just sitting in your room for a week is no longer a punishment as it is more of a welcomed respite. So you both will have another one more fitting. Work."
He walks over to the bed and places his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Jina, it is time you learned what true swordwork is all about. Tomorrow you will come with me to the militia training grounds and begin weapons training. 12 hours tomorrow and every day for the rest of the week. And Jango? You will see to your mother tomorrow morning and she will determine how your magical training will go. But she will tell you that a quality mage spends full days within their study, pouring over books and tomes, creating admixtures, weaving spells. I know your magic comes naturally to you, but you are also going to learn the practical side of magic as well. Do you understand?"
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