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Post by The Lord of Blades on Jul 16, 2008 0:37:53 GMT -5
Arcades removes his armor and hands both it and the axe over to Skree: "Metallic Crimson and Silver, on both if possible, and yes, yours will be the only forge I make use of, you've already proven yourself very capable just in this conversation." Arcades wraps a scarf around his face and head, obscuring his features except for his eyes, it also muffles his voice. At this point he'll simply wait for the return of his armor and weapon, nothing else to do in the meantime without them.
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Post by phulishone on Jul 16, 2008 7:26:19 GMT -5
Twoerc thinks about marking himself as well as his armor, but decides it would wise to head back.
(OOC: Twoerc heads back to the meeting place. I'll just wait there for everyone else to finish.)
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Post by Yamazaki on Jul 21, 2008 23:52:19 GMT -5
[ooc] BUMP! [/ooc]
Taking up it spear, Forgotten floats off towards its own quarters, planning to investigate the many smiths at a later time. Instead, his curiousity goes to his newly obtained crystal. The psiforged, once it reaches its room, begins to study it.
[ does a knowledge (psionics) of 31 give me anything, plus any amount of studying? Forgotten tries a number of things, including trying to focus power points into the crystal, using low level powers on it, etc. ]
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Post by Dave on Jul 25, 2008 16:00:58 GMT -5
[OOC] Have I heard from everyone that's doing something right now? I'll be moving on unless I someone still has something to do.
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Post by Nate on Jul 25, 2008 17:26:57 GMT -5
After spending some time traveling from smith to smith, comparing and admiring craftsmanship, Sarock decides Woejack's is the place that best suits his tastes. He waits for Arcades to finish his business with Skree before approaching. "Skree, I like the way your craft looks and feels and I can't wait to see what it does on the battle field. Would you add your... special touch to my equipment? I'll become patron. I hope this'll be the start of a beautiful friendship." Sarock speaks with a low, gruff voice and the way he says beautiful makes it sound like he means anything but the real definition. He always keeps eye contact during a conversation and prepares to handover his equipment. This includes his dark scale plate, carnage saber, and his horned helm. Before he leaves, he approaches Arcades and says, "I like your taste in armor. Fighting next to you should be a pleasure."
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Post by Dave on Jul 28, 2008 19:56:38 GMT -5
[OOC]Alright. I think I've taken care of everyone who's told me what they're doing now. Let me know if I didn't, but you will be back here before too long, so its not a big deal if you miss out on smithing now anyway. [/OOC]
Walking the streets of the Citadel, you all see many amazing feats of craftsmanship, most of them in use, but many still for sale. After giving your equipment over to a smithy, it is not but a few hours before a runner calls you back to receive your items. By this time, evening has fallen, and twilight is upon the city. Lanterns are lit along streets still teeming with life, and the dark seems to change little of the activity occurring within the city.
Before long, it is time for the evening meal. Oddly enough, you are all brought to the same dining establishment by a strange turn of events.
Helbi A woman approaches you - she is a rather good-looking human, perhaps late into her third decade of life. She walks right up next to you as you stroll the street and boldly speaks to you. "Do you want to see something interesting, dear? I've got something I bet you'll just die to figure out." Without waiting for a reply, she moves on ahead a bit quicker, keeping an eye on you as you follow her. She takes a few turns before entering 'The Dragon's Kiss,' where she is already sitting at a table as you enter, motioning you over.
Ratel As you walk down the street, a woman approaches you - she is a rather good-looking human, perhaps late into her third decade of life. You take a second look, not believing your eyes. Mirali? No. It couldn't be - you saw her die. In any case, whomever this woman is, she approaches within a few feet of you, turns around to continue facing you as she walks backwards on ahead of you, then faces forward again and takes a faster pace. She leads you on quite a chase, perhaps around eight or nine city blocks before finally dashing into an establishment called 'The Dragon's Kiss.' When you go inside, you see her sitting at a table motioning you over.
Twoerc As you look around, fascinated by the various things that move and speak and seem alive, even though they aren't, a woman comes up next to you, looking at the same wares that you are. She is a rather good-looking human, perhaps late into her third decade of life. She points at the clockwork creature you were watching, "You know, these aren't real automatons, they're animated by psionics. Real ones work with gears. I bet you knew that, though, you look like you're as smart as two - no probably smarter than any three orcs." She smiles at you, and begins to walk off down the street, sensuously. She gives you a little wink, and slips inside the door to a place called 'The Dragon's Kiss.' When you walk over there, you look inside to see her sitting at a table, motioning you toward a seat.
Sarock As you examine military texts for sale that have been gathered from countless civilizations, a human woman in her late twenties sidles up to you. "I wouldn't waste my time with that one, goblins and their ilk don't have any strategies worth studying." She gives a small sigh and, before you can refute her claim, starts to walk away. If you want to argue the point, have dinner with me. She moves quickly down the street, but you easily follow her to a place called 'The Dragon's Kiss.' As you enter, she is sitting at a table motioning for you to join her.
Artorus Walking down the street, you accidentally bump into a woman, a human in her late twenties. She quickly catches herself, saying "I'm sorry, I should have..." She trails off mid-sentence as she gets a good look at you. "Marsil... That means you're... Isaac?! You're back! I knew you said you would be, but this... this... I've got to tell him. Come on!" She dashes off down the street, almost faster than you can follow. You can't remember ever meeting her before, but it seems worth checking on. You've almost caught up to her as she runs into the front door of 'The Dragon's Kiss.' When you get to the door, you see her at a table, eagerly gesturing for you to join her.
Forgotten As you stand at a street-side stall, you feel someone gaze upon you. Turning around, you see a human woman in her late twenties scrutinizing you and muttering to herself. "I see, I see. Never seen one of these intact before. This warforged might be a remnant from... yes. That must be it. I must go write this down." And she's off, before you can question her. Remnant? Might she know something of your past? You go off after her, and she eventually heads into an eatery called 'The Dragon's Kiss.' As you walk in, she is seated at a table, apparently expecting you, motioning you over.
Arcades You are patrolling the streets. I would say walking, but isn't everywhere you go really a patrol? Things seem to be fine in the city, until you get bumped into. The woman picks herself up, after falling down. "Hey! Don't use up the whole road, will ya fella?" And with that, she begins to run off. It doesn't take to more than a moment to realize that whatever it is streaming out of her pocket and the lack of weight around your neck are likely connected, and you take off after her. She's giving you the dodge pretty well, but then she makes a mistake - she runs into a shop, 'The Dragon's Kiss.' You move to block the door so she can't escape, only to see her sitting at a table, staring at you. She then motions you to join her.
Group As you enter the large room, you realize that this is set up much like any other room for the purpose. It has tables of various shapes and sizes, some of which are booths against the walls, most of which are free-standing with chairs. As you walk over to the table you've been invited to, you suddenly notice (with a start, in some cases) that the other newly initiated exarchs are all here, all moving toward the same table and, presumably, the same person. She says, "Oh just sit down, there's room for all of you," and leans her chair back a bit, putting her feet up on the table's edge.
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Post by phulishone on Jul 28, 2008 20:06:21 GMT -5
Someone likes doling out compliments. And setting up meetings. I wonder... best to find out.
"And just whom and I gonna be sitting next to, mam?"[/color] Twoerc, without preamble, plops down right next to the woman, mimicking her relaxed style by putting his own heavy feet up on the table and leaning back.
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Post by Dave on Jul 28, 2008 20:08:41 GMT -5
She looks amused as she replies, "You can call me Mariah, if you like. And I don't like being called mam - makes me sound too old."
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Post by Nate on Jul 28, 2008 21:32:57 GMT -5
Sarock finds the chair directly across from Mariah and sits down heavily without taking his eyes off of her. He tears his eyes away while he takes in the establishment. His back never touches the back of the chair as he sits up completely straight. Looking back into her eyes he says, "Does this mean we get to see some action?" Said with an almost cold eagerness.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Jul 28, 2008 21:53:25 GMT -5
Arcades approaches the table, facing the woman with one hand readied and grasping Bravura (although not removing it from his back yet) and, after taking in the sight of the other Exarchs, slowly states in his voice obscured once more by the armor: "Have you stolen from the other Exarchs as well? You will return my things, and theirs if they have been also pilfered, milady or you shall face the consequences of your actions. Fail to do so, and I will bring judgment upon you here and now despite your gender. Order does not suffer thievery." He waits, standing and ready for combat should it be necessary and seems in no hurry to be seated next to someone who just stole from him.
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Post by Dave on Jul 28, 2008 22:42:54 GMT -5
Seeming to address both Sarock and Arcades, "Oh cool your heels." She grabs an amulet out of her pocket, tosses it to Arcades. "That was just to get you here. People are always so easy to trick." She smirks as she says that bit. "Now sit down."
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The Lord of Blades
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Jul 28, 2008 22:56:50 GMT -5
Arcades lets go of his axe, taking his amulet and placing it back around his neck: "Easy to trick? If you'd wanted me here, you had naught but to ask, using theft as a tool to lure a Judge is a terrible idea." Arcades turns to the other Exarchs, "If anything comes of this, let me know and I will accompany you. I have no business with petty thieves who abuse the law instead of merely exercising common, or in this case it would seem to be 'uncommon', courtesy and manners." After that, Arcades turns to leave and exits to continue patrolling unless someone says something to stop him.
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Post by Dave on Jul 28, 2008 23:06:37 GMT -5
"Nope, you're sitting down." Mariah snaps her fingers, and the door closes before Arcades makes it there. "If you insist on formalities, or 'courtesy,' fine." She sets her chair back down and stands up, puffing herself up to appear intimidating - she does a surprisingly good job. "Mariah Dacvàre, Fifth Exarch of Atarvalkaan, orders you to sit down." She then collapses back into her seat, relaxing once again, and motions for a server to be sent over to the table.
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The Lord of Blades
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Ero Sennin
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Jul 28, 2008 23:27:56 GMT -5
"Madame Dacvàre, I see you assert authority based on rank; a notion that sir Paar, the second, seemingly implied was not present in that we each answer only to our Lord Dragon as our superior and the rest of us are friends and allies. Regardless of that, forgive my curtness milady, but I'll not be joining the table when first lured by thievery and then ordered to do so, I'm sure anything of great importance will be relayed to me from a more tactful and eloquent source." Arcades turns to open the door, and if the door won't budge, says aloud again: "If you will not unbar the door, I will need to consult with the owner of this establishment as to another exit, property damage as a result of a personal affair would be wholly inappropriate."
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Post by Dave on Jul 28, 2008 23:34:27 GMT -5
The door opens easily for Arcades egress.
Mariah seems dismayed. "Any of the rest of you gonna leave? Or are you lot more reasonable?" By this time, a server has brought her a tumbler filled with a clear liquid - one would assume water.
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