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Post by HERO on Mar 30, 2015 9:26:35 GMT -5
Nomi's lips took on a small slant in receiving the non-answer, or more correctly, not much of an involved reply to him. 'The exchange of information occurring between you and the most attentive beings present are at an imbalance,' a voice echoed in his head. The voice was right, and right on the same track with him, and so Nomi couldn't help but exhale disappointedly, and tug the top of his face covering just a little bit up more with his left hand, onto the bridge of his nose. At the same time, his right hand would tug his hood somewhat forward to cast a shadow over his eyes, at the cost of perhaps 20% of his peripheral vision.
He doubted that he'd have to really be on the lookout for funny things going on, traps, or enemy combatants in here, as large and apparently important as the place was. And so, he could probably afford to turn his head to focus in on gathering information, and reversing the imbalance he shouldn't have let happen. Yet still, to what degree can he allow information to be gathered about a facade, really? The answer to that in this situation was a bit unclear since he remained unsure of how much information has been spread about his real self. Maybe performing another evaluation was in order.
Of the 30% chance of coming across introverts, it seemed that a good number of them turn out to be just that. Excluding the exchange between the goggle-wearing male, and the newly arriving female, the guards seemed stiff, the Spearman seemed a tad quick to get out of conversation and into his own thoughts, the woman under the alias of Periit seemed mute, the pink-haired swordswoman seemed to not be as quick to gravitate to a conversation opportunity, and Nomi himself far preferred taking passive roles in information exchanges, where he could speak little, and take in what he may. "What are the odds?" he had to think to himself.
'Slim, but thankfully, apparently greater than either of us would figure,' a voice would say in his mind. Peace and quiet perhaps wouldn't be too-too bad.
It was quite certain that the palace's internals, where they were being led through was quite beautiful, if not worrisome in a way. The place was a bit too easy to watch from several angles, and what's more, the floor was of concern. Nomi admired the artistic use of the water here, but he had to actually tap his feet a little hard and listen to the sound of the echo back to take a guess at how strong it was. The light coming up from it meant that hiding outside of the white beams of light would still leave him exposed should someone catch him in their field of vision. Performing stealth in here would require lots of information, and notes on the locations of large objects and reflective surfaces were key. Maybe a new dye treatment would help too. Under the white luminescent crystals, Nomi's clothing would turn to a shade of fairly dark blue, but their presence would be too strong to really make him blend well unless he found himself a new dye-maker. Small objects under a few pounds that took up little space, and held images that weren't very prominent could probably go missing for longer without a raised alarm, he'd figure. Spoons, tools, statuettes, spheres, miniatures, tiny portraits, etc. But in the end, he wasn't there right now to steal anything. He was there to find out how surely he had been found out.
Still, he wanted to take notes. It would seem that there wasn't be an appropriate gap in which to do that just yet. They were being greeted and led down another hall by a woman in white robes, obviously a woman of importance when considering the title of all who sat at the dining table. For the moment, Nomi decided it best to tuck away what he could mentally, and focus in on the auditory data in his surroundings.
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Post by Periit on Apr 2, 2015 19:31:16 GMT -5
Seeming pleased as the man stopped his attempt to try and talk with her she turned her attention to the Palace around her. 'Beautiful,' she noted seeming particularly interested in the water and it showed in her eyes but no one would see due to her hood being up. Walking through the large wooden doors that the guard opened, she studied the people who were eating and talking at the tables. Periit glanced at who the guard acknowledged but other than that paid no attention.
Periit's gaze turned to the six at the table, glancing over each one before finally looking to the female that spoke when the guard 'introduced' them. 'Council of Six? Hm..' She studied the woman and what she wore. Her curiosity was at all time high but she was slightly wary as she had no idea why they were brought here, for all she knew they were brought here to be killed. However, it didn't seem that was likely but still a possibility that she would have to keep in mind.
She was suddenly glad she had remembered her dagger as she watched the woman walk away to a door, even if she wouldn't need the dagger she was still glad to have brought it. A soft sigh escaped her as she waited, letting her thoughts consume her. |
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 4, 2015 22:34:27 GMT -5
Lilith found the inside of the palace rather fascinating. Seeing the portraits on the walls, she found herself craning her neck as they walked in order to take in every face. She hadn't seen such displays of wealth before, and she enjoyed it. The strange, bioluminescent water in, or under, she wasn't sure, fascinated her, and she almost stumbled because she wasn't watching where she was going. Even so, in the back of her head, the layout and decor of the place made her uneasy. It was too open, not enough places to hide.
They wouldn't take all this time and effort just to kill us, she reasoned. Yes, that seems logical. Just keep it together and see what happens.
Upon entering the great hall, Lilith would focus her attention on the table and its inhabitants. They all looked very important. Her eye was drawn to the movement of the woman, her white attire making her stand out. Hearing the command, Lilith moved forward with the rest of the group, her curiosity piqued. This woman was evidently of some importance, both due to her place at the table, and the attitude the guards were giving off--respect that is. Hopefully what lay beyond the next set of doors were answers.
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Post by DC on Apr 5, 2015 9:26:52 GMT -5
The room that the group was escorted into was a little less "pleasant" than the parts of The Palace that they had previously seen. The lighting was far dimmer, and the blue light that shone through the thick layer of glass or the glass-like material seemed to just barely allow for sight to be possible without the aid of some means of night vision. The room was somewhat small, but was circular in design up until the wall that held the door back to the dining hall. When the entire group was within the room, they were able to take a better look around. In the center of the room was a large spell circle, and if they had studied it well enough, they'd recognize it as something that helped divination. That would only really be known to someone who had taken up the school of arcane magic or divination itself, since reading spell circles wasn't exactly a universal ability. There was always the possibility that someone had taken up the time on their own to study spell circles and the language that they are.
The spell circle seemed to continuously be "on", judging by the reddish glow that the symbols and lines were "drawn", or otherwise designed into the floor itself. This didn't affect anything other than the fact that somehow, against what they had previously known about The Palace, mana was shifting within the room. Perhaps this room was excluded from that rule? If someone looked in the far end of the circular room from the door, they'd catch a male with his hands tucked into pockets that were within his otherwise light-armored pants. Though if they didn't, they'd be brought aware of his presence relatively quickly due to his next action.
"Damn, how many more are there going to be? This looks like a party as is!" he said with a friendly grin. There was no sense of it being a complaint, but rather, a light jab seemingly at the female with the white robes. He looked at the group and pulled his hands from his pockets, holding up a peace sign with both hands, still giving a wide smile. "Hey guys, I'm Wystaan, and I'm joining in with your little group." When he drew the attention to himself, one would see that he was dressed in a full set of light armor, even with what seemed to be greaves for "shoes". The cloth visible from places other than where the armor plating is, which is over his shoulders, chest, the upper portions of his legs, and then his greaves, was black. Over his armored shirt, he wore a light tan scarf that was was wrapped around his neck so that the entirety of his neck was covered and partially covered his mouth. Obviously it was loose, however, since his voice didn't come off as muffled in the slightest. His left hand had a silver banded ring on the thumb, and there was a katana sheathed at his left hip; the handle was ivory. The sheath was a light tan, matching his scarf. "I'm going to let Asthier here speak, now," he said as he looked over to the female.
Minxele had looked over to the male the moment the first syllable of his first sentence slipped from Wystaan's mouth, and grinned a little. My, how friendly! he thought to himself. He was probably the most likely to get anyone in the group talking, aside himself, he figured. Minxele thought that he could probably become good friends with him. Though something about his appearance was nagging at him. What was his background? Something told him that he wasn't just some citizen, but he couldn't quite be sure. He'd have to ask him about his history sometime. "What's crackin', Wystaan? I'm Minxele, pleasure to meet you!" he said before acknowledging his passing the conversation to the female. He looked over to the female, who he quickly determined was the one named Astheir, and decided he'd wait to say anything more until she finally revealed what was going on. He figured she had the answers.
Iphir's thoughts weren't too far off from his own, mostly regarding the appearance of Wystaan and then the assuming the name that Wystaan gave out belonged to the figure that had escorted them into the room. It struck him as odd that there was mana moving about within the room, and he figured that someone would probably ask about it for him, however he'd probably ask himself if nobody did. Then again, it was possibly that Astheir would reveal why when she spoke. He kept quiet, however, not wanting to talk just yet. After all, the "floor", so to speak, belonged to her, now. The ball was in her court to speak with. Finally, the answers he knew everybody was looking for.
Astheir moved to the center of the spell circle and faced the group so that her back wasn't to them any longer. She smiled at the group, and for some reason or another, it was a rather pretty smile. Perhaps it was just some form of connection of her being tied in with The Palace and their knowing that she was of importance here, thus "forcing" the opinion into the people. Regardless, it was friendly, and she took a small breath to gather up her thoughts in a way that would be easy to verbalize. "I know you have a lot of questions, and hopefully I can answer most of them. First off, I am Astheir, and I'm the divinator of the Council of Six. I want to officially welcome you to The Palace, and I hope that it has been pleasing thus far. This room here is made just for divinators to do their work, which is why you can feel the mana moving around. This room is for letting divinators to do their work with an added bonus. This spell circle allows a divinator's powers to work tenfold. I've been trying to figure out what's going on with the Lunacy that has been taking hold of Kalg'rai for a while, and I eventually found something that linked to you guys.
"You guys are the ones who are going to find a way to end this. I am not ordering you, but I am telling you what I saw when I started looking ahead, rather than behind. You guys have a bit more resistance to the effects of the mana that warps people's minds, which intrigues me, but comforts me a little since it means you are more likely to be able to figure out what's going on. I can't actually pinpoint what the cause is, but I can tell you that there is one central location within each region of Kalg'rai—the epicenter of the parts of the regions that are more heavily affected by the mana surge—that is responsible for that region's corruption. I needn't tell you the risks that are associated with venturing into those parts, but I saw that you guys are able to withstand it if you keep vigilant. I suggest that you guys start with Vhunt'yir, since the city of Tun'aru knows a bit about a potential ally known as Clan Saph'ral, so if you guys can find more of their members than what you already have accompanying you," she said as her eyes drifted to Minxele and Iphir almost accidentally, "you should have people that will be invaluable in the efforts to stop the Lunacy. Something is off about that whole idea, but I think you guys can find the answers you're looking for on your own... the answers that I can't find myself. I know this is a bit too much to ask for, but can you guys save Kalg'rai for us all?"
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Post by HERO on Apr 5, 2015 11:08:14 GMT -5
Entering the room alongside everyone else in the group, Nomi found more interest in the giant spell circle on the ground, than in the male who had apparently gotten there before any of them did. He must've came in on an earlier train, if he wasn't from the city, and chances were, by his equipment, he wasn't from the city. The armor plating on Wystaan's clothing showed that he was not without combat experience, the city looking pretty peaceful so far (not yet having a Lunatic attack as far as he was aware), and his outgoing demeanour meant that he was quite probably a talker. This balance in information exchange between them made Nomi like how their meeting started out, though there was a question of just how much of Nomi's identity Wystaan knew...
No time to dwell, on that, he thought to himself, shifting his focus from the male to the spell circle that was a part of the floor. The fact that mana flowed here was interesting, perhaps the whole room having that as a part of it's design when compared to the other rooms, and the dark lighting gave him a little comfort in raising his right forearm to begin taking notes while listening. Passively partaking in such exchanges suited him well, and although there was noise going on around him, the Psi-crystal approved of at least Nomi keeping quiet.
His dexterous fingers would move to quickly flip up the monitor, and swipe in key arcane symbols he spotted within the circle, so that he may construct it at a later time, before sliding upward to store them into the device's memory buffer. At the top of the screen, Nomi was pleased to know that mana indeed did flow here, so his device would be able to charge a little by pulling energy from Nomi's core.
Seen or not, he would be able to make even better sense of each part of the spell circle as the woman, apparently named Astheir, gave an explanation behind the seal. As she would take some time explaining, he wanted to take another note on the location of the room itself, but then she said, "Lunacy," indicating that it was perhaps time then for him to fully focus on what she was saying. Lowering his forearm slightly, and turning it so that the contents of the screen wouldn't be visible, he would take in everything she said, and think quietly on how to handle the situation. He was sent out by his clan to simply investigate the cause behind the Lunatic attacks, but did that mean they'd also want him to combat the terrors on his own?
He wouldn't be alone...and he'd have to get closer to these sources one way or another. 'Yes' was the proper answer here, but he would wait still for others to answer first. Should very few of them have the stomach, it'd be best for him to double back and let the Silent Clan form a specialized and prepared task force to handle it. And still, it pained him to think about what to say should they realize his identity was found out...listening, the pain would lie behind his eyes.
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Post by elikeclipse on Apr 7, 2015 15:26:19 GMT -5
Quixel, having remained quiet for the duration of the tour, remains quiet still. He hadn't anything really important to say, so he'd kept his mouth shut. His questions would be answered in time, as he holds his spear at his side, horizontally straight, with the tip pointing backwards so he doesn't accidentally stab someone. Though his mind wandered as he gazed around at where they currently were, his focus was what was in front of him. Only hearing tidbits of the things the women was hearing, he'd perk his head up at the mention of the name Clan Saph'ral. He'd heard that name before, probably from his late father.
"So wait, you expect us to save Kalg'rai by ourselves?" Quixel asks in a tone suggesting they were out of their minds. Sure, their company seemed strong, but who knows what'd be out there. What would be waiting for them, and what would possibly kill them. Thinking it over for a moment, he'd sigh as he shakes his head, murmuring "I guess my fate is sealed" as he listens more intently now, curious to see what else would be revealed. He'd notice the look the women gave both Minxele and Iphir, and assumed they were more involved in this than he'd expected. Though his mind is racing with the fact that he and this company would be setting out to save the land, he couldn't help but feel slightly overjoyed. As a child, he'd wanted to go and venture the lands. Ironic of how he would get his wish, after all he loved was taken from him.
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Post by Periit on Apr 7, 2015 16:28:05 GMT -5
Silently studying the room, Periit merely glanced at the spell circle. She didn't know much about spell circles, if anything really but she'd keep in mind that maybe she should learn more. However, she did feel the mana in the room. 'Didn't the guard say something about the Palace suppresses mana or something?' She thought before shaking her head. Having not care much for the spell circle, she had studied the room catching sight of the man toward the back of the room. Though she wasn't expecting the words that would come from him. Blinking her surprise she watched the man as he grinned and gave the peace sign, this man sure was happy or friendly seemed both in her eyes. Taking note of his name and the fact he was joining the people she was gathered with, she studied what he was wearing but did nothing more.
Periit then turned her attention to woman, now know as Astheir, as she began to speak. 'Ah so that is why..' Though the thought was cut short as she heard what else Astheir had to say. She blinked a couple times try to register what she had said. More resistance..Clan Saph'ral...answers..save Kalg'rai. The words raced through her mind as she turned to look over the group the sentence sticking out in her head. 'Find more memebers of Clan Saph'ral than are already among you.' She narrowed her eyes at the people wondering who was in this Clan. Periit had missed when Astheir looked to Iphir and Minxele. |
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 8, 2015 18:06:53 GMT -5
Lilith remained quiet as the group was hustled into the room, and she listened politely as the woman, Astheir she said her name was, gave a brief introduction and explanation of why they were there. It was at this latter part that her interest was truly piqued. The name ‘Clan Saph’ral’ was vaguely familiar, perhaps some old story she had been told as a child. The task being asked of herself and the group was incredible, perhaps suicidal, she knew, but it intrigued her. She had little fear of death, and the thought of traveling was appealing.
The others had not responded either yes or no to the request, so she decided to get the ball rolling. Maybe it was stupid, but she eagerly sought some adventure.
“I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I’m willing to undertake this mission of yours,” she said, her voice not overly loud, but clear. “Of course, I can’t do it alone, so it’s up to the rest of you.” She looked to the party members expectantly.
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Post by DC on Apr 11, 2015 20:40:03 GMT -5
Astheir quietly watched the group, though her eyes stuck to Iphir and Minxele for a moment longer, her thoughts quietly drifting to other things she had found out. Then, her mind brought back to Nomi, and his clan, so her gaze drifted to him. She quietly gave a small smile, and if Nomi were to catch it, it would be a knowing, secret smile that would alert him that she knew about him. It also gave hint that perhaps she would tell him something if she could catch him alone. Or maybe he should lag behind when the group left?
Iphir was a bit stricken when he heard her asking them to save Kalg'rai. He could understand saving a few people, a village, even a city. But the entire continent? How the hell were they supposed to do that? And she mentioned his clan... how much did she actually know? She knew the clan existed, but she didn't know the full story, apparently. Divinators... they can only find out so much... He looked at the spell circle on the ground, studying it for a moment. His eyes scanned over the symbols and the way the lines were drawn, and he quickly recognized it as Divination. He knew that eventually either himself or Minxele would have to share the not-so-pleasant news that they were on their own, but for now, he would let them think. He nodded his head "yes", signalling that he understood and was willing to do what she was asking of them. His gaze flicked over to the different people of the group. It was a heavy question, and he knew that they had some serious thinking to do. Would any of them back down? Would any of them be on board with it? Nobody said much...
"I've already determined that I'm ready," Wystaan said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room after Quixel's and then Lillith's reply. He said it loud and clear, a grin still present on his face. He had nothing left to lose, but he didn't mention that part. He was okay with the possibility of dying, but he'd do his damn best to stop that from happening. Besides, he knew that eventually Suwnloe would fall to the Lunacy as well, meaning that they were on barely bought time. They only had so long, and so shelter would become a thing of the past soon enough. He wasn't sure what the others were thinking, but he saw Iphir's nodding yes, and he gave a small laugh. "Hey, there's something. Iphir, I commend you! You too, Lillith!" It wasn't mocking, but rather a genuine comment. Any who showed no hesitation would be someone that he would gladly die for. In fact, if any of them accepted, he wouldn't mind giving his life for. Loyalty was something that was planted in his head.
Minxele wasn't too far behind Wystaan. Though not as merrily, he would say, "Yeah. I'll do my part." He was in a similar thought process with Iphir in terms of what was going on with Clan Saph'ral. They wouldn't be able to find the clan... not easily, at least. He knew that at some point, the clan had broken up, but he wasn't sure if any of them were actually still alive. His brother and him had left without knowledge of the clan, and his father had become just a memory while his mother was dead a while ago. Perhaps he would join her in death, but perhaps he wouldn't. Only time would tell. Would the rest of the group be on board?
Astheir watched the group, knowing who would accept and who wouldn't. She had foreseen it with the aid of the spell circle. But she wouldn't say anything. She would just let fate run its course.
Sorry about the wait, guys. I got distracted with some stuff, and then I won't lie, I kind of forgot for a bit. *scratches the back of my head*
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Post by HERO on Apr 11, 2015 21:23:29 GMT -5
Totally understandable man. Something wasn't right in the land of Nomi as he looked to observe the reactions of the group. It had seemed to be a reoccurring thing where many of them would be reserved, a bit too taciturn actually for his tastes in other non-clan people. But even then, him and his Clan members can be quite talkative without talking, so to speak. Not the case here, however. But that wasn't what was wrong, as he already knew there was a strange imbalance of introverts to extroverts here, in this group. Oh, that was it, Astheir was looking at him strangely, expectantly, knowingly. His identity was found out, and with this divination spell, active below their feet, she was able to boost her powers enough to acquire it without ever having to meet him. Damn. From the beginning, he couldn't possibly excel through his mission without a trace. It wasn't that he slipped up, it was that it was doomed to be a failure from the start...In that regard, he knew what to say now to his Clan elders, but he still didn't want to go back to them anytime soon. Besides, after a little moment of quietness, he was able to count them off. One, Lillith. Two, the swordswoman. Three, Wystaan. Four, the one with the goggles. That right there meant five people, all appearing capable, and experience in some way with defending themselves. If they call came by the train too, some of them probably also had close encounters with Lunatics on the ride here, surviving, if not thriving in the face of danger. That was enough for him. He had enough time to think, and so his mind was made up. Stepping forward towards Astheir, he did something not so secretive, because really, half the group seemed lost in their own world at times, when he should be the distant-seeming one anyway. He spoke out, pressuring his lungs, but still letting the words he would speak ring clearly. Just because the whole Palace knew, didn't mean his potential comrades had to. His voice would ask questions that would explain that he was more than ready to embark on this mission, without him having to explicitly say it.
"I have a Magitech Mana forearm-mounted tablet device that I may use to sense proximity to these epicenters, but might there be maps provided for us to make heading to these corruption sources faster? Also, what might we find we have to deal with at each of these epicenters aside from Apparitions and Lunatics? And is there any supplier within this city that would be able to provide us with new equipment suited for combating these threats?"There were actually more questions he wanted to ask her, precisely the ones she probably meant to answer with that look she had given him. Maybe with the despicable condition of his currently equipped suit, he would probably waver a little until finding an outfitter, but otherwise, he was certain in his speech. He had developed skills for a long time that had largely been used for small tasks, and perhaps this would be a way to see a life different from the everyday tracking and scouting, with the very occasional delivery of death, from under the orders of his family. What they needed were tools, equipment, coordination, and tactics. Perhaps the last part could be coordinated by Astheir and her fellow Divinators from here, hm? Yep, positive now, he was ready. |
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Post by Periit on Apr 15, 2015 16:03:14 GMT -5
Periit closed her eyes with a sigh before opening them. 'Why not?' She thought to herself before giving a slight nod of her head symbolizing yes she would. Looking around as the many other people answered, mostly yes from what she had seen. So this group was to save Kalg'rai, how perfect. Sighing again she just stood there, not sure what else she was to do besides wait.
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 17, 2015 1:01:47 GMT -5
Hearing the others one by one accept the mission, Lilith smiled brightly. This was initiative, something the group had sorely lacked up to this point. At least four of them were now willing to undertake the task at hand, which certainly increased the chances of their survival. At the commendation from the other male who seemed like he would be joining their posse, she would dip her head in acknowledgement before responding with a simple, "Likewise." He had gained her respect for being a volunteer, and the others had earned something of it as well for agreeing.
She didn't know what was in store for them now, but Lilith was certain it would lead to some interesting adventures, if nothing else. Whatever happened, whether or not they stopped Lunacy, or found a trace of Clan Saph'ral, she would enjoy the trip one way or another. She wasn't someone who had regrets, so she certainly was going to make this quest memorable.
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Post by DC on Apr 17, 2015 7:19:25 GMT -5
Astheir looked to Nomi as he spoke, questioning what they could do. The frown that manifested on her face gave away that she didn't have much she could give in terms of the information he sought. "The mana is so powerful by these epicenters that I can't pierce it to look. I have no idea what lies in the hearts of these central locations, but I do know that you won't need a map. As long as you can sense an increase in the potential of your mana, as soon as your abilities start to become more dangerous, more powerful, more able as you travel, you'll know. You'll find a sort of nagging presence, and the closer to the epicenter you are, the stronger it will feel. I do not know what you'll find, nor do I know if you will be able to find the remaining members of Clan Saph'ral, but either way, I've given you all I know. People have died going to these central locations. Many have become lunatics, and because of how close they are, because of how powerful the mana is near these Lunacy epicenters, they are far more powerful than those you'd be familiar with.
"As for a supplier, don't worry about buying anything. I was going to offer items within my private collection here in The Palace. I wouldn't just cast you guys off who are willing to go with just the," she glanced at Nomi's burned attire, "things you are currently sporting." She noticed that, one by one, people were agreeing to take on the great task she asked of them. She sighed with relief, despite noting Quixel's sudden zoning out. She decided that he'd either tag along with them when they left, or he'd wander off if he didn't intend on joining. She wouldn't pester him for an answer.
Wystaan chipped in after Astheir had finished what she had to say. "We'd better get going quickly, too. The longer we wait, the closer Suwnloe is to falling to the Lunacy as well. We won't have any safe havens when we set out there, as far as we know. We don't know if we'll be able to take refuge anywhere for sleep, so it's likely we're going to all be tired and it's likely that we're going to have to learn a lot about each other. Teamwork is going to be a vital thing to our success. We should probably start right here in Shystae, though. Since we're already here, it'd make sense to start closest to our current location. And if we can get to it quickly, then we can stop Suwnloe from falling. I know for a fact that Vaarys has already fallen. That was going to be my first destination, but it turns out that they were pretty much the first to fall when all of this started."
Iphir and Minxele both nodded, having shared similar thoughts regarding the success found through teamwork with this rag-tag group. Both members of the clan that Astheir spoke of looked at each other, seemingly sharing a moment of silent understanding. They both would explain the problem with finding the clan when the group was somewhere else. They both felt that the general public didn't need to know about their private clan, but these people needed to know, since they were going to be risking their lives chasing something that doesn't exist, as soon as possible.
"Guys," Minxele said after a few moments. "When we get down to this private collection, Iphir and I need to talk to you about something important."
Astheir looked to Minxele, already knowing. This much, she had foreseen. She knew what they were going to tell the group, and she knew that it would alter their course of action indubitably. But, she wouldn't interfere. The future was her knowledge and hers alone. She couldn't interfere. That was a private, universal rule between divinators. If you've foreseen the future then you cannot alter it. You must let it run its course.
"The collection is right behind that door," Atheir pointed out, a door being on the other side of the room from the group. She didn't reveal what would be behind the door, but she smiled and then bowed to the group. "You guys have my utmost respect. I wish you guys luck. You'll need it." With that, she excused herself from the room, returning to the feast and leaving the group to themselves. She closed the door behind her, and that was that. The group was left alone in the room, but Iphir was the first to be interested in the room. He was the first to take steps towards the room, and Minxele followed in suit. Wystaan gave a thumbs-up to the group and then followed the other two. They were ready to go, apparently.
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Post by HERO on Apr 19, 2015 13:33:45 GMT -5
As Nomi's curiosities were satisfied, he gave a nod to each one. Glancing around, he believed that most of (if not) everyone now was onboard with the undertaking. With no map, or divine information gathering, that'd mean he'd have to take a more manual approach. In other words, he'd have to put to use his scouting skills, and figure out things himself, though he did have others accompanying him in this goal. Shouldn't be difficult for him. Come to think of it though, might this be the first time he had ever had to collaborate with someone not involved in any way with his clan? Thinking ahead, Nomi wasn't sure how he'd do interacting with these people, or how accommodating any of them would have to be to each other to get the mission accomplished. Wystaan seemed pretty ready to cooperate, perhaps having been in ragtag parties such as this one before. Perhaps he should be too, and eliminate any ill thoughts in his mind that he has towards these people for now. Disloyalty would not help the mission, and in the end, what good would a short benefit do for him when everyone he's ever known or loved is killed or put into hiding by insane mages? This means that in the future, he won't be stealing that dagger off Periit, or selling off that spearman's weapon for food, gear, or entertainment. Who knows, might he get a taste of 'that life'? But to think of the present, Nomi understood that two of his party members had to something to say to everyone soon. As important as it might've been, Nomi had to wonder just how much time could pass before it occurred. He needed to converse with the divinist in private, so perhaps they would be able to wait for at least a few minutes until he would get there. If he misses important information, he- No. Wait. Nomi blinked several times before letting his eyes flick over to the direction of the divinist. He stopped breathing momentarily, as surprised as he was to see her bow and give them a farewell. 'Oh, she's walking back to the council?!' his thoughts rang. He wanted to stop her from leaving, but could he really leap for that door to stop it from closing, and risk giving hint as to just how important it was for him to know exactly to what extent he's known? No, for now he'd assume once again that everyone in the building aside from his fellow party members would have knowledge of who he was. Despite having his hood up, the others might have been able to see his knee-jerk reaction right there because of the glowing floor. Bad. 'Breathe in.' He took a look down at the divination circle, and had a curiosity of sorts. 'Breathe out.' He added some pressure on his lungs once more, and let loose his voice, just loud enough for everyone to hear clearly. "I'll stay back for no longer than a single minute." Then he bent his knees, and rested his hind quarters on his raised heels to lower his face down over the edge of the circle, a thought having hit him. "I only take equipment that is flexible, lightweight, and quiet, if anyone is that immediately hurried. After the talk, we should discuss the order in which we handle the epicenters, and how to best use each of our skills." He sympathized with the annoyance the new voice entering his mind probably had by now, but he figured that the change in flow of information right then was bad enough, and that was a need-to-discuss topic anyhow. Right then, he began to wonder on it, letting a two thoughts take over him. One, how well can magic flow between this room and the outside world. Two, just when did this voice start speaking to him. 'I lied before your eyes, and you had taken me not many moments before.' The shiny gem on the train? Felt like Nomi should do a little bit more than just nod and walk in this one, maybe let himself figure out something useful. DC , Ars Moriendi, elikeclipse, Periit, at the start of the next round in the flow of posts, or maybe towards the end of posts in this round, it's safe to assume that Nomi's walking in right behind everyone. Waiting for a whole round to go before having things happen would feel like a waste, and what he's to do wouldn't take long at all anyhow, unless someone feels like stopping him, or making him nervous.
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elikeclipse
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Post by elikeclipse on Apr 21, 2015 11:42:50 GMT -5
Though having zoned out again, Quixel would have quickly returned to the present, noticing the departure of Minxele, Iphir, and Wystaan. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he'd vaguely remember parts of what the women said. 'Our mana becoming dangerous' was the main thing that Quixel remembered. Having also heard the women mention that many others had died, and some had become very powerful lunatics, he'd glance down at his spear, eyeing it carefully, before sighing as he mutters "I'll need a new weapon then.." As he takes a look around to see who else remained in the room. His mind now firmly locked in the present, he would sigh softly as he turns, and begin to follow Iphir, Minxele, and Wystaan. However, he'd stop as he hears the voice of Nomi, as he casts a quick glance back at him. Simply nodding at Nomi, Quixel would simply walk towards the room that Iphir and the other two had gone.
'Will we come back?' A voice asks in Quixel's mind, as the thoughts of what could happen to the entire party race through his mind. Giving way to another sigh, Quixel would silently answer the voice 'Probably not, but we need to try.' 'But we could die!' The voice yells in Quixel's mind, angry at him. Gritting his teeth at this, he would answer back silently again 'So be it. If anything, people will know we all gave it our best shot to save the world.'
Taking a couple deep breaths to silence the voice in his head, his mind would clear, thankfully, as he began to think over how the group would handle the epicenters. 'Deal with them as they come, or plan ahead?' He wonders, before shaking his head. 'Guess it'll be talked over.' He decides, yet keeps on thinking over it in the back of his head.
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Periit
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Post by Periit on Apr 21, 2015 19:54:14 GMT -5
Periit sighed as watched everyone, simply observing everyone. She then listened to what the woman had to say, wondering if they'd find this Clan. This was all to much to take in but still she was ready for the challenge. Looking down at her attire she looked in thought; really she didn't anything but nevertheless she just nodded her understanding, eager to be out of here.
Looking to Wystaan, she seemed to sigh but no sound was heard as she did so. Teamwork..she could do it but getting to know each other, that was going to be fun. There was possible ways to get out of talking or saying much but she realized that it was best to just talk. He was right, teamwork was need for there success. 'Guess you were bound to talk anyway,' she thought as she shook her head.
She looked over to the male and 'female', who she know learned name was Iphir. 'Hmm,' intrigued with what the man said she was eager to know. Looking to the room that Astheir pointed to and tilted her head curiously, before she let out a breath of air; perhaps symbolizing a laugh but it was without humor. Good luck. You'll need. Those words range in her head but honestly she was expecting it, she knew this wasn't going to be easy. So looking to the three that were walking toward the door, she naturally followed; only a few steps behind Wystaan. She couldn't help but crack a smile at the thumbs up but it was gone in a flash, not really being seen past the wrap over her lips.
Hearing the dark clothed male speak, she merely glanced back before taking note of what he wore. She just gave a nod more to herself than to anyone as she continued to follow, now a couple more steps behind the three; along with the other man who had a spear. |
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 22, 2015 17:13:55 GMT -5
Lilith listened carefully to Astheir's description of the epicenters. Nasty business, she thought to herself. She had been aware of the spread of Lunacy, but hadn't researched much beyond its immediate effects on the various cities across Kalg'rai. Hearing now, how these epicenters drove people insane and the power increase, she was both apprehensive and excited. The possibility of her abilities running out of control or being stronger the closer they got made her uneasy, mainly because of the fact that her specific powers were not looked upon highly by most people. She hoped those in her little group wouldn't be part of the prejudiced.
She moved towards the room along with the rest, noting Nomi's comment about equipment. Lilith wondered what exactly this little "private collection" was, if it was indeed weapons and gear like she suspected, she wouldn't mind retrieving some useful items, since her current clothes, a simple shirt, jacket, and pants, would hardly cut it in the place they were going. On arrival she would most likely ask for items durable, not too heavy, and possibly a rapier, if she could get her hands on one. The thin, clean edge of the rapier lent itself well to her power set.
Upon Minxele's statement, she would look at him a bit curiously, wondering what he wanted. It must be important if he wanted to speak about it in private with their little group.
Lilith nodded in agreement Nomi's suggestion, since good planning and teamwork would be essential. "This is just my opinion, but I think we ought to give each other at least an idea of what we all can do, as Nomi says, so we can use our powers in the most beneficial way possible. We need a game plan, since I'm sure none of us want to be running around randomly trying to find one of these epicenters."
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Post by DC on Apr 22, 2015 20:09:00 GMT -5
As the group would file in through the doorway, they would be greeted by a massive hallway that was lined with massive statues, each armored and with a massive sword pointing into the base of the statues, their hands crossed on top of each other at the base of the sword. They looked like sentinels, and although it was unlikely, it seemed like they would step out and attack if something stepped out of place...
The hallway was fairly long, and with the same floor as the rest of The Palace, excluding the divination room, the sentinels seemed to appear even more ominous. They were each made of what looked like obsidian with lines of gold along various crevices in the armor and blade. Looking away from the statues, they would find that the hallway was maybe about thirty feet long, and it was long enough to let roughly four people walk beside each other comfortably without invading "personal space". At the end of the hallway, the area opened up into a massive chamber that could take the breath out of anybody, especially blacksmiths. The room was about one-hundred feet tall and was about five-hundred wide. It was rectangular in shape, but that was somewhat difficult to determine due to the sheer collection of armor, clothing, weapons, tools, books and other equipment. It seemed like there was a little—a lot—for everybody.
The attire within the room ranged from a wide assortment of colors, from bright and obnoxious colors to dark and brooding. Weapons of all kinds lined the walls, ranging from daggers to bows to swords to even nunchaku; once again, things for everybody. Other walls were lined with various styles of armor ranging from light-plated clothing to heavy armor, fit for what one could consider a "tank" of sorts. The room was so bright and vibrant, yet at the same time, it seemed kind of... empty. Despite the grandeur of it all, it forced one to think: why was it all even here anyway?
When Iphir and Minxele walked into the chamber, both of them stepped in separate directions, but both were equally amazed at the room, not sure how to respond or even take it all in. Iphir drifted over to the weaponry, scanning over the seemingly endless sea of swords that lined one of the walls. There were blades of just about every kind. Iphir paid special attention when he reached the section of swords that held katanas. He carefully observed their designs, studying them and comparing them. Sometimes, he compared it to even his own katana, then smiled and carried on. The room seemed to distract him from other thoughts, especially since he was surrounded by a weapon of his choice. He wouldn't pick any of them up—his own was his favorite, and he wasn't trained in dual-wielding, but he could still look.
Minxele waited for the rest of the group to file in, however, because he wanted to tell them to go search for anything they wanted and to gather it up. After everybody would file in, he would chuckle and then look over the room. It was an indirect gesture for them to take a look at all of the possibilities. "Go look for things that you would want, then meet up back here and Ihpir and myself will talk to you about what we need to discuss." His tone wouldn't be demanding, but rather suggesting that it was likely to kill the mood a little bit, so he wanted them to take the time to search through the materials with proper mindsets. If he talked about what was going on beforehand, their sense of judgement might be off-balance, causing them to make careless mistakes. Minxele didn't want anything new; he was only in here because he wanted to take the time of privacy to talk to them about their less-than-pleasant reality. Astheir wasn't fully aware of the situation she spoke of in regards to the clan, and they had to be the bearers of bad news, unfortunately.
Wystaan was like a kid in a candy store. When he saw everything around him, he couldn't help but inhale sharply. "Damn!" he exclaimed and then beamed. His smile was far greater than when he had greeted the group. He was paying attention when Minxele stopped to tell them to go look for whatever they wanted. Almost as if he was pressed for time, like he had only a few minutes in the room, he dashed ahead to the same area that Iphir was hanging around—the swords. He scanned them over, looking for one that would stand out. It would take him some time, but when he found one that caught his eye, he scanned it over, tracing his thumb over the flat side of the blade. It was smooth, it was clean, it was unused. It had a stormy grey hilt that was mixed with a blue swirl within it in a marble kind of manner. The blade itself was silver as well, the standard color for most blades, but it oddly seemed to compliment the hilt. "This blade is amazing..."
Many of these weapons and armor are enchanted items, and so the following items can have the following enchantment on them (they do not have to have them if you don't want them to, these are just things you can choose from if you want enchantments): Swords/Daggers Enchantments- Increased Durability (requires a 5-charge attack to break)
- "Illness" (the weapon can be charged with an "illness" that, at 4 or 5, will kill what it strikes)
- "Shroud" (the blade can disappear from sight by charge 3, can almost stop "existing" at 4, and at 5 it will seem to no longer exist until the charge is dispersed)
- "Flame" (a bit obvious, the weapon can set itself on fire. At 4 and 5 charges, this can make the blade hot enough to cut through any material, and creatures attacked with this will be instantly cauterized and even scorched to the point of turning black around the wound)
- "Light Projectile" (the blade, if swung through the air, will send out a small arc of light that will damage the first thing it hits. 4 & 5 charges will be able to cut through just about anything)
- Increased Durability (requires a 5-charge attack to break)
- "Shroud" (the armor can disappear from sight by charge 3, can almost stop "existing" at 4, and at 5 it and its wearer will seem to no longer exist until the charge is dispersed)
- Anti-Magic (the stronger the charge, the more it reduces any magical influences on it. 4 will completely disperse the attack, and 5 will actually have recoil on the attacker)
- "Speed Boost" (self-explanatory; at a charge of 4, you will be able to move fast enough to be a blur, and at 5, you will be able to land your attack before anybody even realizes it.
- "The Pyromaniac's Spellbook: Spell circles for users of fire"
- "Move Like Water: The Necessities of Water-Based Magic"
- "Arcanist's Bible: Everything You Need to Know About Arcane Magic"
- "Conjuring an Army: Spellbook for Conjurers"
- "Don't Let Gravity Weigh You Down: Spell Circles for Gravitational Magic"
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Post by HERO on Apr 22, 2015 23:23:55 GMT -5
Quite the potential for a lot, and getting sleepy...so if too much is taken, I can easily fix this post.
Fishing the stone out of his pocket, Nomi and the crystal had a short exchange, where no complete words needed to even be exchanged. It started with two thoughts. The voice inside the crystal confirmed Nomi's thoughts, and Nomi took a moment to wonder of its sentience, before exchanging back a welcome. Holding it, he could sense the mana within it, and knew then that it was no simple stone. 'We'll have to become more familiar later.' Nomi expressed the words to the crystal before putting it back into his pocket, and shifting his mind towards a new curiosity of his. Could he return here through the use of an arcane teleportation node? He really wanted to talk to the divinator in private, but for the moment, that would seem impossible. And so, he would remain crouched in front of the huge spell circle in the floor, turning to his side and whipping out his pen to quickly draw a spell circle of his own. This one would only take a moment, as it's only purpose would be to receive magical energy traveling from another distant spell circle only meant for sending it. This meant that all he had to do was jot it out, tap it with a finger, and wait for some magical feedback before being sure it works. His high dexterity meant that he could draw it with ease, but when it came time for feedback, he tapped the circle twice without response. "So nothing aside from the spell circle can take and receive outside information here." With that figured out, he was able then to get up, and trot towards the hall of the armory, falling in behind everyone else quietly. The statues were interesting enough to him, and made him wonder whether or not they were perhaps automated sentinels, ready to cut down any of them should they seem dangerous. Magic did perhaps flow in this places, in just the right places, just for the right purposes. But soon enough, he was already in the grand armory, and it was indeed very grand. Blades, armor pieces, and books of all types and kinds were in this room. Nomi's eyes opened wide as he took a moment to soak in just what the scene surrounding him was made up of, and determine a plan of action. 'Go look for things you want, then meet back here.' Perfect plan in Nomi's eyes, which remained wide and brown. The Council of the Six must've been preparing for something incredible, unless they foresaw the Lunacy happening a long time ago. Whatever their reason, he was sure to make good use of as much as he could, especially if he was going to run into people like that woman on the train. As spacious as the room was, it took Nomi a good moment to get to the light armor sets. The one he'd pick out would be mostly an incredibly dark blue in color, with pitch black chest and forearm flexible plating, and gauntlets than ran right up to his knuckles, allowing him to try on a pair of black gloves with them. It was labeled "Reconnaissance - Speed Enchantment." Quite perfect for his needs. The speed enchantment apparently quickened his movements, and improved his bodily coordination to adapt to it. He noticed other pieces of armor that dispelled magic, or gave invisibility of their own accord, but neither of those provided the same potential utility as enhanced speed. Pulling his hole-riddled shirt and hoodie off, he was quick to put the light armor piece on, and adjust it's strapping for a solid fit. He would then pull his pants and shoes off to do the same thing with them, and test out his mobility by swinging out a number of high kicks and hand shuffles. The last bit was a backflip, to test how tight he could pull his body into a ball, and the armor would seem to provide no limitation of movement. Splendid. Pulling out a hoodie with a really dark shade of blue was strangely something he then found harder than finding the nice armor set. But in the end, he was able to find a hooded and long sleeved top like it, and put it on, with his forearm gauntlets running over it. New shoes were also in order, and so he went with a light pair meant for not making a whole lot of noise, also carrying his color of choice. But this armoury didn't just have armor and clothing. It also had weapons, and potentially, it had more of both than any single Silent Clan repository. Daggers and swords of all kinds interested him, and all kinds of enchantments glowed on these blades. Some of the blades he really wanted to take, like the Light Dancer, or the Shrouded Blade. Just maybe, just maybe he could pull out the Light Dancer and glance at the enchanting circle on the blade. It was a really unique one, and maybe he could use it himself, on the blade he was given by his parents, which carried a bit of actual sentimental value to him. With a flipping open of his terminal, he'd copy the key pieces of the circle, and store it within his Magitech Device's memory buffer for later, maybe when he found the right kind of staining marker. Putting the Light Dancer back, he glanced over the signs of several daggers with enchantments of their own, and different designs apparently crafted with different intentions. Alongside another miniature Shroud Blade, there also lied a dagger with a Flame enchantment, and another dagger with an Illness enchantment. Nomi thought it hard to decide between Flame and Illness, knowing that he had many uses for the Shroud blade. Taking the Shroud blade, and strapping it's sheathe to his left thigh, he decided on the pestilential Illness. With that, he seemed to be now fully equipped in new gear, and would flip up his hood and face mask before his return to the entrance of the room, so then he could await everyone acquiring the items they needed. In total, he himself had picked up: - 1 Stealth Reconnaisance Armor Set - Speed Enchantment
- 1 Shroud Dagger
- 1 Illness Dagger
- Black Gloves
- Dark Blue Hooded Top-Robe
- Dark Blue Lightweight shoes
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Periit
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Saddening it takes you to be hurt for you to know people care..
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Post by Periit on Apr 25, 2015 11:58:42 GMT -5
(I really can't reply guys, especially to that long messages. To busy. Just skip over me, Periit only would have grabbed a new dagger with no enchantment. Sorry Duncan and everyone else. I'll try to reply next time, I promise.)
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Ars Moriendi
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Post by Ars Moriendi on Apr 25, 2015 15:38:20 GMT -5
Lilith's eyes lit up when they entered the room, a smile of almost childish glee crossing her face. She intertwined her fingers in front of her, contemplating the riches held in the room. She was hardly a thief, but the thought of the massive amount of wealth amused her. The question crossed her mind of where exactly they got all the items, some 'normal' while others having enchantments. How long it took to compile such a treasury was beyond her. It took her a few moments to get over her intial shock before her attention was snapped back to the actions at hand. Upon Minxele's suggestion to gather whatever they wanted and return, she quickly nodded before heading off to explore the hall.
Her eyes were drawn to the racks of swords, a look of interest on her face as she scanned them. Her eye was drawn to the rapiers, her preferred weapon. She ran a finger along the hilts nonchalantly, before her finger paused. Lilith leaned down a bit to examine the blade that had caught her attention before carefully removing it from the rack. It had a plain black hilt with a curved fingerguard and a somewhat embellished pommel, the sheath matching the hilt in a simple but durably made fashion. She drew the sword and examined it, turning its blade to catch the light. It was dove-grey and reasonably slender, since that was the style of the sword, but strong. It was labled "Phantasmal Edge- Shroud", tipping her off to the enchantment of the rapier. "This will do just nicely," she said aloud, although directed at herself. She decided to pick up one more rapier, the more to draw blood with. Lilith stopped upon another blade, labled "Blood Stinger- Illness". She considered this for a moment, liking the blade's appearance-a pearly white tint with small embossments on the pommel, as well as the enchantment it afforded her. In tandem with her powers, she could wreak havoc on most foes. She selected a black leather belt to attach the blades to before looking for some armor.
Lilith walked the aisles, not really finding anything of interest before setting upon a pile of an armor set. It was a breastplate of scales of a light, but flexible metal that could be hidden under clothes, as well as an undershirt and black sleeveless jacket to go over top. A pair of sturdy black pants with greaves, as well as black, fingerless gloves with reinforced sections around the forearm. Her own boots were of good quality, so she decided to keep those. The armor held the name "Blink Slasher- Speed", and she smiled. Her fighting style relied on her speed and agility, not so much on strength, so having a boost would come in handy. She quickly stripped and put on her new attire, not the kind of person who cared if someone of either gender happened to see her. Once she was comfortable, she headed back to the main area where she hoped the others were waiting.
- 1 Speed Enchantment armor set
- 2 Rapiers: 1- Shroud Enchantment 2- Illness Enchantment
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Post by DC on Apr 25, 2015 17:49:03 GMT -5
Wystaan couldn't help but keep the blade. He exchanged it for his former katana, smiling happily as the new sheath sat at his hip. He had seen the symbol on the guard; it was subtle, but he saw it nonetheless. It was a Light Projectile marking, meaning that the blade could actually fight at a range, too. Wystaan could sit content with such a weapons because range would compliment his style. After all, he didn't like getting up close without summoning his companion. Wystaan was curious to know what Minxele had to talk about, but on his way back, he caught sight of a book. Conjuring an Army: Spellbook for Conjurers. Curiously, he walked over to the book and flipped open, paging through it rather quickly. It explained a lot about stuff that he already knew, but he was interested nonetheless. Pulling himself away from the book, he met up with Minxele; his gaze flicked over to the others who were about to listen to what the gunner had to say.
Iphir noticed that people were finishing up their acquiring the gear of their choice, so he decided that now was the time to meet up with them by the entrance, and exit, of the chamber. Minxele and Iphir shared a gaze for just a moment, and in that moment, they both knew that it would have to be explained. The question was, who wanted to share it. Minxele was friendly, but he didn't like talking about his clan because it was especially painful for him. It was something that he didn't like to talk or think about, and not talking or thinking about it helped him keep up a good demeanor. Iphir, however, wasn't too keen on talking about it just because he didn't much like talking about himself, or more specifically, his past. He wasn't bothered by it, but instead just didn't like talking about it. It's like a bad memory. You don't really care that it happened, you just don't talk about it. Iphir stepped up to Minxele's left and then leaned his back against the wall. He adjusted his beanie and then looked at the group.
When everybody was grouped together, Minxele cleared his throat.
"There isn't really an easy way of saying it," Minxele started, "but we're on our own on this one. Astheir said that we could look for people from Clan Saph'ral, but that's the thing." He paused, still not really liking that he was actually talking about it. He sighed a little. This was perhaps the first time, and possibly only time, that Minxele would display something other than a friendly, easy-going personality. It bothered him. Immensely.
That's when Iphir took over. "Our parents, or, Clan Saph'ral was disbanded some time ago. There was some internal struggle and it resulted in the clan breaking apart. Minxele, myself, and one other guy are the only ones left from the clan; everyone else is either MIA or is dead. Most of which, we don't know," he explained. His voice suggested that he was indeed a male, but you never know...
"I know my parents were slaughtered by one of the clanmates, for example. They had me, raised me, and then were killed when I was roughly twelve. Minxele and his brother come from a different clanmate, but I'm not at liberty to share their story... not that I even know it. Astheir said we need to find the clanmates, but the problem with that is: we'd be chasing ghosts. We're going to have to deal with these with whatever aid other people can give us, if any. Us," he said flatly. Minxele shook his head and then rested his hand over the gun strapped to his side. It was a safety blanket of sorts, and so he found himself at ease a little when he was reassured that it was still there.
Wystaan cleared his throat, deciding that, given the newest revelation, he'd add another detail they glossed over. "So, erm, Astheir had shown me a little bit of what was in the future... our little group isn't quite complete just yet. So, before we even begin to leave Suwnloe, we need to go visit the tavern. We need information anyways, and because Astheir didn't share much with me, we'd be likely to find some stuff out from the drunks chatting away there." As he spoke, Iphir nodded and Minxele looked up to the male. It was a lead. To him, it sounded good. They needed a little more direction than just "go to the epicenters". They needed to know just what to expect, just what they could find out about these epicenters, stories about what happened going there, anything.
"Well, then let's go get a drink," Minxele said, suddenly resuming his positive demeanor.
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Post by HERO on Apr 26, 2015 2:11:15 GMT -5
Nomi waited for the others to gather their gear, and observed what each one returned with before turning his head to listen to Minxele, and Iphir. Quite clearly disturbed by it, they seemed to find it hard to talk about, and when the words came out, Nomi fully understood why it must've been so hard. He himself could scarcely imagine the amount of pain and suffering he'd experience should every one of his Clan die in front of him, especially at the hands of the Lunacy epidemic. The imagined scene was actually too painful for him to visualize, and internally he echoed, "This will be brought to an end, and my family will survive." Thinking then, he was actually quite surprised about the sound of one of the Saphral clan member's voices, and right then, he figured if something was to be figured out, at least name-wise. He could ask directly, but then in exchange he might be asked to give his own. Kent would have to remain his alias for the time being...
To ensure his desired vision came true, that would mean having to find new leads, and so the tavern really was the perfect place to go for it. Plenty of ways to extract information, plenty of people willing to give it, plenty of reasons to go there. "Very well, let us depart as soon as possible," Nomi said, feeling that if everything was done in the armoury, every step they make in their journey would bring more safety to his family. "And as we do, I would like to know, what titles do you wish to go by, the both of you?" It really wouldn't do for him to go on much further without knowing their names...
With a sidelong glance, he noticed the spearman hadn't moved since entering the armoury, so it could probably be assumed he got lost into his own world even easier than Nomi thought. Periit seemed to be pretty minimalist in her selection, as far as he saw. She seemed to take only a single plain dagger from the place. Maybe he can ask her about it later; though right now she probably wouldn't be appreciative of such inquiry.
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elikeclipse
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If anything, love can and will be used to hurt you. I should know
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Post by elikeclipse on Apr 26, 2015 9:28:33 GMT -5
Realizing what had happened while he'd been talking with his voice in his head, Quixel would let out a soft sigh as he takes this into account. Though he wasn't really bothered by the fact he hadn't gotten anything, he wasn't exactly happy with himself. Shaking his head, he'd notice the glance Nomi sent him, quickly dismissing it as he now focuses on the present. Looking at everyone in the room, he'd close his eyes as he starts to wonder about what is their first move, before he reopens his eyes as he felt himself slipping back into his mind.
'Damn..' He thinks as he makes a mental note to not give anything too much thought. The last thing he'd want is to lose his attention again, and even more so if they are in combat. Remaining quiet for now, he'd cast a glance around the room, looking at everyone for a moment, looking at what they had gotten, as he gives a slight shrug to himself. 'Next time..' He murmurs as he pushes the voice into the back of his mind, now listening to what would be said next. Yet while all this happened, his grip on his spear would still be somewhat loose, the point aimed down at the ground to make sure he wouldn't accidentally stab someone.
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Periit
Wanderer
Saddening it takes you to be hurt for you to know people care..
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Post by Periit on Apr 26, 2015 11:08:40 GMT -5
Blinking hard as she listened while placing the new, nicer dagger in the sheath her old one use to be in. Periit could see the struggle they had in talking about the clan and what happened to it. Humming she gave a nod of understanding at what they said, her different colored eyes glancing between the two; surprised that Iphir sounded like a male instead of female. 'Maybe he..or she has a male type of voice?' She thought, shrugging.
Turning to Wystaan when he spoke she tilted her head before slowly nodding. If that's what needed to be done, she'd follow. 'This should be fun.' She thought as she slid her old dagger in her boot, careful so it wouldn't poke her. Periit had no real mastery of any weapon and she was perfectly happy with what she wore, so she saw no reason to stoke up on weapons she couldn't use or armor she wasn't comfortable with.
Most likely she'd regret it later but she didn't dwell on that thought long as she waited. As everyone spoke they're agreement or thoughts she simply kept quiet, observing everyone.
Aha! I got in a reply. *victory dance* |
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