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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 2, 2007 22:59:04 GMT -5
As Balka watched the man known as mask take such a mighty blow, his hands lowered. He was only a few seconds a way from casting a spell to stop the fight, but was cut short by Mask. He began to look around for any injuries, but Mask was the only person he saw get hit. "Are you okay, Mr. Mask? I'll gladly cure you of any wounds you may have."
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 2, 2007 23:03:31 GMT -5
Steelfire seems shocked (to the degree that even the robes reappeared almost instantly), impressed even, that he could've been so swiftly and easily disarmed. He bows curtly towards the man, "It seems you know what to expect of me Mister," he adds the title now out of unveiled respect, "Mask. I definately underestimated you, my apologies, I'll not do so again." Steelfire rips Terminus from the ground effortless as though the sword weighs almost nothing to him. "My apologies again for starting violence in your home, whereas my personality and nature are condescending, it seems Balkoth wants nothing more than to openly call me out. I promise you, the dispute will wait, or, at your request, be arbitrated here and now where you can ensure the peace with your very clear abundance of skill which surpasses even my own."
Steelfire nods and turns towards the others, feeling a sudden urge for explanation. After seating himself in the large seat that was designated as clearly being his based on it's size and no doubt adamantine coating (for his spikes) he waves a hand at the group. "I accept that I have been openly frustrating towards you. It is in my nature, as I am a construct of adamantine, steel, darkwood, and other materials that render me not of flesh and blood. As such, I tend to lack mercy, compassion, or concern for who's," he pauses, using a very human term, "skin I get under. You see, early on I felt the need to test your patience." He seems to nod slowly to everyone in the room, "Yes, a test of patience. I will not claim that what I said does not reflect my opinions, however I do need to be sure whether possible allies will be able to handle my attitude. You, Mal Abbebi seem most capable and resilient. Not only did you not fire upon me, you understood my reasoning behind ensuring you lower your weapons. To be honest, your restraint does truly impress me." Steelfire tips his head slightly towards the man with the pistols. Turning then to glare at Balkoth, "You however, misinterpret my actions. You took my grating command and direction, my demands of identification and station, and my racism as a personal attack. You sought to draw out my blade and sew conflict amongst us in an unnecessary manner, unless you too are going to declare that your personality is as grating as mine and seemingly more unstable with a need to fight and prove yourself. I wonder, was it fear or courage that drove you towards the arms of death? You succeeded only in forcing my hand and putting yourself in danger, but know this, had Mister Mask not succeeded in disarming me, you would be dead now. Remember that at the moment we have been brought here. I highly doubt that was accidental so there must be a purpose to it and we may all," He hesitates as if uncertain of his next words, "...need eachother. While you and I may need to do battle, do not seek to provoke it from me so eagerly as I will not back down[/u]." Steelfire's eyes flare red for a moment to emphasize his point.
"Now, Mister Mask, and the rest of our," Steelfire adds tentatively, "motley crew, you have my attention. Let us proceed."
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 2, 2007 23:04:49 GMT -5
The sorcerer shook his head. He spoke in Faerunian common, directing his voice towards the wizard. "I highly suggest you watch what you say, wizard, especially concerning our steel friend here.. Had Mister Mask here not interfered, you would have been cleft in twain. And I'm sure nobody really wants to deal with that bloody mess." Returning to Draconic, Deimos spoke more. "Let's try not to kill each other just yet. I'd rather we did not anger our host." With that, he took a seat.
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Post by phulishone on Aug 2, 2007 23:13:32 GMT -5
"FAH! All I hear is babble. Would it be that someone do something, and make it so I can understand what the big steel eyesore is trying to say to, I presume, twist the situation so that he is in the right. Denied of a good fight, a nice argument will suffice." Gileard grumbles from the floor to whoever cares to listen.
"Sometimes a bout of sharp words is perhaps even better than a bout of sharp edges, if those involved have the intellect to fight it out properly."
((OOC: Still talking Syvlan))
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 2, 2007 23:14:42 GMT -5
Understanding that Gileard won`t know what anyone else is saying, Mal translates everything for him, repeating everything almost word for word if it is cast out into the general talk. "Sorry, Gileard, perhaps soon we will find a way for everyone to communicate easier." He ducks his head in an apology, sitting awkwardly, then taking the rifle off his back slowly and carefully, resting his hands on it, and laying it in his lap. He inspects it with a lot of care, making sure it isn`t damaged in the least. He makes sure that his movements are slow, so no one thinks he will cause trouble, his hands running down the smooth wood, tracing the metal idly.
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Post by Nate on Aug 3, 2007 1:06:14 GMT -5
"First and foremost," as he turns to the centuar, the gunsman, and the host, "I must thank Mal, Gileard, and especially Mr. Mask for so quickly coming to my aid. I owe you a debt of gratitude and you have made a friend."
Then turning to Steelfire, leaning forward with both hands resting on the table and looking directly into Steelfire's eyes, "You have a lot to learn about the world of men. You need to open your mind to new possibilities and ideas. If you have a problem with someone, talk to them about it. If we are to be allies I expect you to be able to talk to me or anyone else here as an ally. I may have judged you to quickly, treating a construct as a near equal may take some time, but just now you," pointing a finger at Steelfire,"acted like a coward by trying to stab me in the back. If you were truly honest with yourself, you would see this also. Do not misjudge me. I fear neither death nor you! I am much more resilient and have much more power than you give me credit. I have dealt with your kind my whole life. If you try to stop being a close-minded thug, having a mature conversation with people rather than cutting your beliefs into them, then I believe we way be able to work together. Now if you would like to have a mature nonviolent conversation with me about how we can try to settle our differences and work together for the time being, we can do so after the meeting." Balkoth's face is completely serious and confident and holds eye contact with Steelfire to ensure his point is made.
In Faerunian common he states and turns to the taller mage, "Being a mage I am surprised at your shortsightedness. I don't know about you, but I have several ways of preventing my own death. Yes, there would have been blood but Steelfire would have been quickly cut down. I certainly hope you are able to defend yourself likewise."
He then turns to the host and says with a humble bow, "I apologize for inadvertently causing violent conflict. I will try to phrase my ideas and statements more carefully. You are apparently very well informed and I will leave the rest of this conversation in your very capable hands." With this Balkoth sits in the chair he has been standing in front of. He keeps his back straight and attention on the current speaker, whoever that may be.
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 3, 2007 1:28:46 GMT -5
Steelfire grins at Balkoth as much as a machine can do so, a low chuckle rumbling out from him, saying not a word, the chuckle subsiding after a few moments. He seems to contemplate for a moment before replying, "Truly, we must speak more with eachother. I believe there is a great deal of similarity between you and I, Balkoth." With that he returns his attention towards Mister Mask.
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 3, 2007 1:40:32 GMT -5
Mal witnessing the exchange, nods his thanks and assent to Balkoth, and makes sure to translate this to Gileard. Otherwise, he piles all of his guns into his lap, and inspects them, making sure everything is working fine, afterwards, he puts them all back into their holsters, except for his rifle, which he continues to lay in his lap, he puts up his flintlock tools. Absentmindedly, he pulls out what looks like jerky, and chews on it quietly. As an afterthought, he looks in on his coat on a sheathe, containing a scimitar, and pulls it out somewhat, seeing if the edge is sharp. Seeing that it is, he re-sheathes it, seemingly forgetting it for now.
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Post by Dave on Aug 3, 2007 9:32:26 GMT -5
Selterha shakes his head absentmindedly at this exchange, and mutters to himself in Ignan, "Some people just never grow up, do they..."
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 3, 2007 11:16:52 GMT -5
"I'm afraid not," said Balka in reply to the mumble. "It is merely lucky that Mr. Mask stopped it before I could. I'd really rather not have to worry about people within our own group killing each other. You can bet that if it happens, the fires of Gond's own forge will seek judgement for their misdeed." Balka adjusted his weapon on his back, and sat down with the others, Bowen loyally sitting down in a seat next to him.
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 3, 2007 13:56:25 GMT -5
Deimos remained quiet, despite Balkoth's remarks. But his fiery glare said much. You are a fool. No magic would've prevented your death at that given moment without some kind of foresight. And had you that foresight, you would've not angered the construct like a fool. Your arrogance will be your downfall, Wizard. The sorcerer looked around the table. I question these mongrels' intelligence. Fools, the lot of them. However, they will be useful at some point.
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 4, 2007 14:16:13 GMT -5
Looking around calmly at the assembled group he seems to go introspective for a few moments, before finally speaking. "Yes well, I do believe the arbitration of your internal relations can wait until after I have told you what you need to know." Reaching forward he pushes what at first seemed to be a knot in the wood of the table, and suddenly 7 glasses of various liquids (Each liquid suited to the preferences of whichever person they land in front of) float down from the ceiling to land on the table, one in front of each person. Steelfire noticably does not receive anything.
"So now..where to begin.... Well the question that was put forth to me was if I knew of any other groups. Obviously I have little more knowledge of this world as it currently stands than you do. Only the fortuitous contact with my associate in Waterdeep allowed me to know its general whereabouts. So no, i know of no other groups such as yourself, seemingly brought together from random places and times. I can, however, speculate as to why you were brought together." Leaning back in his chair, crossing one ankle over the other knee, and clasping his hands together across his stomach, he continues.
"You are all, in one way or another, unique or special in your worlds. Some are champions of good, freedom, and justice, while others of you are disciples to darker powers or seek to rule over others. But you are all special."
Turning his head he looks to Steelfire "In your own timeline, you and the lord of blades disappeared for sometime after the battle during which apparently brought you here. After several months of absense, during which it was thought the Lord of Blades was dead, a figure reappeared claiming to be the Lord of Blades. In answer to questions as to what happened to you, his favorite creation, it was answered that you were no more, and had in fact died to preserve the Him. Through my sources I found out that that was not entirely accurate, and rather you yourself took on the persona of the Lord of Blades after he was killed. You went on to conquer much of the land, before eventually being stopped by a coalition of the 'weaker' races and pushed back into the mournlands, where, as to my knowledge, you still plot to push back out."
Looking to Balkoth he shakes his head. "You, son of Garreck, after years of gaining power, are forced to face off against your father, and, in one of the bloodiest duals in the history, or rather future, of Faerun, destroy him...along with half of Candlekeep which he had maliciously taken over and made into his personal stronghold. After this you rebuilt Candlekeep, and became one of the premier spellcasters in all of Faerun. Some say you rivaled even Elminster in knowledge of things Arcane."
Turning to Mal his eyes twinkle with amusement. "You are single handedly responsible for pushing back the Ss'ressen hordes before they could take the other half of Althere. After the battle in which the Airship you were in was destroyed, you somehow survived the fall to the ground, and ended up behind enemy lines. After weeks of bloody battle, the Ss'ressens seemed finally willing to accept surrender, pending terms. When the white flag was brought out by the Altherians, in an effort to buy time for the refugees to flee, the Ss'ressen leader came out to accept the surrender. From the top of one of the remaining towers a single shot was heard, immediately followed by the death of the Ss'ressen leader. At this the remaining Altherian forces rallied, pushing out to save their peace delegation from the leaders guards. The Ss'ressen, thoroughly leaderless, fell apart with in fighting. Unable to keep a cohesive strategy together, the army fell apart and the remaining forces were routed, one group at a time. The shot that caused this, so my sources say, came from your gun."
Turning to look at Balka he nods once. "You spent years traveling the world, trying to convince others of the uses of Technology and magic combined. Eventually, you came to hear of the rebuilding of Candlekeep. Going there you gained entry and spent your days convincing others of the use of Technology. Helped by Balkoth there, who appreciated the uses of both Technology and Magic, having technology grafted to his own body in the form of his arm, you spread the word about the uses of technology. Eventually others came, wanting to learn, and you began a new age, where Technology and Magic meshed together to create a much...different.. world."
Looking to Gileard he nods again. "You, Gileard, eventually mapped the world, traveling from place to place, always on the move. Some of your maps are still used to this date, and copies of them can be found everywhere. They are known as some of the most detailed maps of Krynn the world over. While you were doing this, a friend of yours apparently was re-instated to the Solamnic Knights, because of a testimony you gave during a visit there. Years later when you were finally tracked down, you were inducted into the Knights as an Honorary Knight of the Crown, for your bravery in facing down the Knights and challenging their morals in what they did to your friend, who's name currently escapes me, and you in the name of 'right'."
Looking next to Selterha, he continues. "You....well you became a very well known in your lands, eventually becoming the leader of the freedom fighting group there. I won't go into much more detail than that, because little is known. I never was very informed about your people."
Lastly he looks to Deimos. "And you.... Well lets just say eventually you got your wish...and many people to this day regret ever meeting you. I'm not sure if I'd say the City of Waterdeep is better off or not the way it ended up, but I'll say that, as sure as Hellfire is hot, you were feared." (With, for some reason, special emphasis on Hellfire.)
With a small sigh he continues. "As for why, as I said I can only speculate. Knowing what I know of your histories..or as you see them your futures..you are all powerful in your own regards. What you will do in this new world and this new timeline is yet to be seen, but I think that whatever caused this, and I must assume it has a malicious purpose, was somewhat foiled. And whatever it was that disrupted this malicious entities purpose, must have brought the Seven of you together, Some of the most powerful being in your worlds, to be of some help to this world. Possibly to stop whatever this entity is planning. Obviously it couldn't force you together, so I must assume that you were set on my doorstep so that I could inform you of what I know, and help you to become a cohesive force, or at least attempt to."
Leaning back forward he looks slowly around the circle. "Now, are there any questions that I perhaps didn't answer? Or just questions that my answers brought up?"
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 4, 2007 15:21:08 GMT -5
Steelfire shows absolutely no sign of having even heard so many revelations one after the next without any reaction at all. Steelfire then grins as much as a Warforged possibly can, leaning forward with undisguised eagerness. "Chaotic, arrogant, and powerful. It seems that this malicious entity is greatly in need of being put in its place. I have only one question, where do you suggest we begin?"
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 4, 2007 18:08:04 GMT -5
Hearing his own future, Deimos really wanted to laugh diabolically. However, that had to wait. If the masked man's words were to be true, then the sorcerer had to make sure his world was restored to normal so that he could accomplish his goals. A part of him did not like the idea of him doing work like this. The other side saw it as a chance to gain more power. And Deimos liked power... "I agree with the Prince of Blades - where do we start?" A grin grew on his face. This was going to end up being very fun...
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Post by Nate on Aug 4, 2007 20:43:24 GMT -5
"Yes, that is the question. Were do we begin to fight a malicious entity that is powerful enough to tear apart reality? For our sake, I hope we are being backed by some... powers that be. And for reality's sake, I hope these powers that be know what they are doing by bringing together this oddly assorted group. I believe first we need resources and supplies before we begin exploring this conglomeration of reality." seeming to think of something suddenly, "Excuse me, first we need to learn to work together if we are to succeed at anything." Said as if Balkoth had been in leadership positions before. Confidence and wisdom backing every word, looking from person to person, gathering up each of their reactions.
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