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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 19:27:38 GMT -5
Balka's eyes opened wide, and he stepped back away from Steelfire and Balkoth, expecting something bad to happen.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 1, 2007 19:29:36 GMT -5
Ignoring Balkoth completely, as one would do with a madman proselytizing a foolishly inept religion, he turns to address the newcomer, Steelfire seems to ponder something for a moment. "You presume much, Mask." not bothering with the "mister" part of it. "You address me as Soulforged?" Steelfire seems puzzled for a moment, "I have no requests or demands to make of you. You've already explained that you yourself are in much the same position as this group here." With a cold gaze the Warforged examines Mask. "I confess, I am curious as to your motives behind hiding your face, however, it is inconsequential. Other factions and pieces have been ripped from worlds. I will openly speculate this to be the workings of some maddened being or race and must seek my fellows to discover whether this is the workings of the Daelkyr (the word will undoubtedly NOT translate into other languages directly)." Steelfire seems openly worried about the prospect of Daelkyr being present, "The lords of madness can warp the very world itself, and they are fond of doing it regularly. Pray, to whatever gods you all worship, that they have not become involved. Flesh is far more maleable to their insane whims than metal."
Steelfire turns and faces Deimos an idea forming, addressing him in Infernal to see if the plan has any hope of working: "You are a mage, correct? Are you capable of summoning a Devil? If you are... I'm sure we can barter[/b]," Steelfire emphasizes the word with a clenching of his fists, "some more information as to where we are, and also learn perhaps more about the location, significance, and stability of this plane."
With the Steelfire folds his arms across his chest and waits silently and patiently for further developments. A patient stance that none can doubt he would keep for years if necessary. He breaks the stance for only a moment to turn towards Balkoth: "I will accept your arrogance and delusions for now, mayhaps someday you will replace your mind with a better metallic one as well."
>>Modified for the posts made while I was posting<<
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 1, 2007 20:16:04 GMT -5
The sorcerer shrugged. "I'm not exactly in the best of moods today, so excuse my rudeness, Mister Mask.
Deimos grinned at Steelfire's idea. It's insane. But I do like its style. It could prove to be a rather useful comrade. Far better than the rest of these mongrels. He responded in Infernal. "A great idea! But I can't summon devils myself. However, I believe we can find someone to help us in that plan in Waterdeep. If anything, I could talk to a few contacts there. And since we know the general direction of that city, I suggest we head there." The sorcerer turned to the masked man. "Unless you have anything else to say, I believe I will be leaving." With a bow, Deimos turned and walked due east (or atleast what he believed was east).
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 20:18:44 GMT -5
"I wonder where he is going...." Balka looked in his direction, and spoke in common, since the wizard mentioned he was from Waterdeep and therefore, his home plane. "Hey! Where are you headed off to? You're not going to be able to get anywhere very fast on foot."
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 1, 2007 20:24:56 GMT -5
Turning his head slowly he looks at Steelfire, his eyes showing surprise momentarily, before going blank again. "You show surprisingly more restraint than I would expect of you...intriguing. Although you are as rude as ever. I would expect no less from you. And yes. Soulforged..you know not that term?" For a moment he seems to look you up and down. "Hmm yes that would make sense.. It is so hard to judge the age of a Warforged and I mistook what age you were pulled from. Forget I mentioned it." Reaching up he touches the mask lightly. "As for this...well when I was younger it was merely a way to hide my identify from those who would use it against..I must admit that now it has merely become my identity...while serving a more practical use."
"As for the Daelkyr... Well I have no reason to believe at this time that they are not involved..or at least responsible. I have been known to be wrong on occassion though. It is at least as good a guess as any we currently have." Turning to Deimos he speaks momentarily in plain Infernal. "And summoning a creature from the lower planes is not required at this time to "barter" for information...especially in this area of wild Magic. My own wizards have more stable portals open already and are finding out what they can as we speak. Oh..and you may wish to stick around."
Switching back to the odd language he is using he turns and addresses Balkoth. "Yes yes, no need to introduce yourself, i know of you.. I am originally from your world after all, son of Garreck. Regardless, as to my suspicions to the plane of shadow, I personally saw Shadow mastiffs and other creatures of that plane coming through the black globe before I was engulfed. As for the Blind Tower... We are an association of mercenaries. We make it easy for our members to find work by hiring out to those that we find worthy of our services and sending them the appropriate employee for the job. That should explain the who..as for where, they are inside the complex, working on getting information from what sources we can. As for the Power struggle.. well thats a bit complicated. Obviously you can tell that various planes have been brought here...Well the Blind Tower doesn't operate on one Plane alone.. We had branches in many..therefore when combined there was a bit of...arguing over who was in charge, under Mister Dark, our founder and leader, of course."
Turning, in turn, to Mal he continues. "I am not speaking Ancient Altherian, although it is an interesting language. Your brain is merely translating my words to such, as that must be what you consider your base language. I am actually speaking in Planar Common, which, on any of the Prime Material Planes, will be translated by the minds of the dwellers there, into their own common tongue. Quite handy really. As for the burning of the city...." he looks you up and down, much as he did Steelfire. "It seems I have misjudged your age as well somehow... although not by much.. you must have been fighting the battle when this happened, for me to have misjudged. To answer your question, the hordes were repelled, but at the cost of about half of Althere. The city will be rebuilt and New Althere will rise and stand gloriously for many decades...but several hundred miles away from the ruins of Althere."
Turning at last to Gileard his eyes seem to twinkle. "And Sir Gileard... Always the one to cut to the heart of the matter of course.. Why you 7 indeed.. That, i'm afraid, could be a long story. Perhaps we should go inside and discuss that in comfort." Turning he strides swiftly to the wall and presses his hand against it. Suddenly a doorway opens up right into the wall. "Please, make yourselves at home." And with that he steps through the doorway, which is about 10 feet high and 10 feet wide, and disappears.
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Post by Dave on Aug 1, 2007 20:49:26 GMT -5
Selterha and his dog follow the masked man through the doorway, without any hesitation.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 1, 2007 21:42:56 GMT -5
Steelfire stoops a bit and follows the masked man through the doorway, without any fear.
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 1, 2007 21:50:42 GMT -5
The sorcerer shook his head. I do not like this one bit... However, information is needed. Deimos sighed. Even the gods have to deal with commoners... With a shrug, he followed Mask with caution.
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Post by phulishone on Aug 1, 2007 21:56:59 GMT -5
Sir Gileard? Bewildered but left with little choice, Gileard follows Mister Mask inside, his hand gingerly touching his father's battle axe for reassurance.
Tis better than prancing about out here.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 21:58:12 GMT -5
"Alright, fine. Nevermind then. I'll ask you later," said Balka, having been given no response by the mage. He walked into the tower with the others. As he walked, he caught up with Selterha, whispering in Ignan, "I'd like to speak with you when you have the time. I don't trust the mage and the giant construct. "
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 1, 2007 22:02:47 GMT -5
[ooc] Just a note, feel free to finish up posting about following him (or not if you decide to sit outside or something). This is where I go to bed for the night, so I'll leave at this rather decent stopping point, and will pick it up tomorrow when I get home. [/ooc]
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Post by Dave on Aug 1, 2007 22:36:41 GMT -5
Selterha slows down his step and leans towards Balka, speaking in Ignan. "I can understand that, I don't particularly trust them either. Which of these are you referring to as 'mage,' though?"
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 1, 2007 22:38:44 GMT -5
Seeing everyone go through the door, Mal thought to himself, Yes, lets all go through the door with the mysterious man we know nothing about, thats a great idea. He sighed, however, this man, be him Cadican, or elsewise he seemed to know something of this place, and that meant survival. He however, as he walked through the door, kept a double barreled pistol in his hand, if he was going to die, he was going to die with a gun in his hand.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 22:39:31 GMT -5
"The one without the metal arm. The one speaking in that infernal tongue WITH the construct. I believe that the one with the metal arm is far more trustworthy, or at least less shifty than the other one."
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Post by Nate on Aug 1, 2007 22:51:25 GMT -5
Before Balka enters, Balkoth steps up to address him, "Balka is it? Please do not feel as if you are being ignored. Other important matters had to be taken care of. I am from Faerun also and are curious about your occupation. If we have spare time inside maybe we can discuss certain matter." With that he steps gracefully through the door.
Walking past Steelfire, Balkoth looks up and with a smirk states, "For being a machine you sure speak and act like a close-minded human." Now walking to Selterha, "Selterha, may I speak with you? You are the other that I know very little about. Would you please tell me about yourself and your interesting companion?" Motioning toward the dog.
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