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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 4, 2007 20:46:32 GMT -5
"Yes, I agree. If the gigant over there decides to attack one of us on a whim, I dare say it would make the journey much harder for us all."
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Post by phulishone on Aug 4, 2007 21:33:02 GMT -5
Pleased with his fanciful future, the wendel centaur smiles and sips a well aged apple cider. Gileard then puts up with the babble of the others and waits for Mal's translations, and grins ruefully at their conversation.
"And if we are to work together, I at least shall need more than Mal Abbebi's translations. Mister Mask, does thou have any way or suggestion for myself and these others to overcome this language barrier?"
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 4, 2007 22:04:17 GMT -5
"Yes, that would be something. It would be very useful to be able to speak to each other instead using each of us as an intermediary. Perhaps you have some kind of magical item? In fact, if there is such an item, there is a chance that I could make them. I'm afraid I know not of an item that translates, though."
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 4, 2007 22:20:28 GMT -5
A booming chuckle resounds from the Warforged Juggernaut, "Decides to attack you on a whim? Balka, my whims were the last thing that brought my blow towards Balkoth. Had I followed my whims I would've attacked Mal Abbebi the moment I saw weapons readied at me. I am capable of restraint." Steelfire holds up a massive battlefist and clenches the fingers on thin air with a menacing clang of adamantine against adamantine.
He turns to look at the others and lowers the hand again, "I know we have had our differences and that we each are from seperate worlds. This is enough for me to not begrudge you the sins of the fleshlings of my world. Afterall, is not the language we speak a foul dreck unto your ears Mal Abbebi? Afterall, is your construct beside you a creature created to fight the wars you started for you Balka? Is your arm an attempt to simulate my own construct form Balkoth? I will no longer hold any of you accountable for standards, circumstances, and cultures of a world you are not from." Steelfire lowers his eyes slowly to the ground as though contemplating something very deeply. "I regret my actions of earlier," he mutters something else inaudibly under his breath in Eberron Common (Mister Mask, you may make a listen check, anyone else... I don't think so) before continuing, "I ask that you consider just how different you may be from the fleshlings of my world."
He shakes his head and lifts his gaze, "However, moving onward, it is quite clear we were brought here to function as a group. I am quite sure that none of us have willingly ventured here, is this so?" Steelfire gestures around at everyone present. "If that is the case than I can assure you that my wrath is entirely focused on the entity so presumptious to think that it can play with the very fabric of worlds. Also, I say this now that I trust each and every one of you. This is not a lie or subterfuge, as I'm sure many of you could see through it had I tried. Subtlety is not one of my finer points, nor is stealth, nor is understanding." Steelfire's glowing eyes narrow, "yet still I will place my life your hands. If you need more proof, then take what you know of me and ask yourself... 'Would this construct ever wish to willingly serve an evil entity that brought it here against its will?' if the answer to that question is 'no', then I ask you: what would fighting the group brought here to stop it accomplish? It would only serve the will of the evil entity, would it not?"
Steelfire holds his arms up and slams a fist into his other open palm with enough force to make the nervous flinch. "So I say again, I will join you on this mission, crusade, quest, or whatever you wish to call it. Whether you trust me or not is your choice, whether you despise me or not is your choice, whether you provoke my blade again is your choice. However, I say this now again, you have my trust and my aid." he turns towards Balkoth directly, "all of you." The large Warforged leans back into his seat once more, having said his bit and awaiting response.
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Post by Dave on Aug 4, 2007 22:28:56 GMT -5
The elfin man leans forward, not yet touching his beverage. "I agree, we have little choice in the venture, but as for our companions, trust is an important assest." He turns to the still mysterious benefactor, "Mr. Mask, it would indeed be useful if we could more accurately communicate. Could you perhaps teach us this Planar Common language that you say you are speaking? I am quite interested, myself."
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 4, 2007 22:51:11 GMT -5
Deimos smirked as he listened to the warforged's speech. "I too, agree. Be it fate or divine intervention that brought us together here, today, did it for a reason. If it was that force we must fight that brought us here, then it is a greater fool than I would've ever imagined."
The sorcerer picked up the glass before him and took a drink. He found it to be a fine wine in the glass. With a grin, he slammed it down onto the table with enough force to spill some of the wine and the glass to crack a little. "I shall be the flame that will burn away this malicious entity. Anything that stands against me shall be reduced to ash. However..." Deimos paused, "I know well that it will take more than just myself to deal with this entity. I must rely on all of you to insure that we deal with this scum and restore our worlds to their proper states." Otherwise I'm stuck here. And I highly doubt I'd be able to finish that research and obtain my goals in this world... He turned his attention once more to Mask. "So, I must ask once more, before we are... distracted. How do you plan to deal with this threat? And what would you have us to?"
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 4, 2007 23:14:45 GMT -5
"I apologize. You do show much restraint in your own respect. However, you misunderstand the teachings of Gond. My construct, Bowen, was made out of the sheer purpose of creation itself. For without creation, there would be nothing but destruction. And with only destruction, the world would cease to be. Again, I built him for creation. He is a freeminded creature, who follows me like a father, much like how I followed my own creator. I love my creation too much to allow it to be destroyed, and that is why it is armed, my friend. Bowen has yet to take a hostile act on a creature that has not taken hostile action on him first."
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Aug 4, 2007 23:23:30 GMT -5
"Exactly my point. You didn't build him for war. The fleshlings that constructed my race, built us solely to fight their wars for them. When the wars ended, they sought to discard us as offal. Some of my people were made into indentured servants, individuals who knew nothing better than to take orders. Some, like myself and The Divine Lord of Blades, sought to bring the war they'd so eagerly thrown us into... right back to them. My point in stating it was that I doubted your Bowen was built to excuse you of the horror of War. To show the vast differences in our origins." Steelfire speaks coldly and without any sort of inflection at all during the brief 'history lesson' of his race.
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 4, 2007 23:37:05 GMT -5
Mal, having listened, chuckles at this point, and with a grin, speaks in Ss`ressen to Steelfire, "Well said, for one to see into the mind of the subject quite so quickly, I would be honored to fight beside you, only you`ll have to excuse me, I`ll be fighting more from a distance if possible." He looks around the area, to each person, "You`ll have to excuse how I`ve been acting so far, I`ve been concerned about my people, and mind you, I still am, but now I consider all of you my brethren, and my eyes shall watch out for all of you." For Gileards sake, he repeats this in Elorin. "I hope that you all will accept the aid of my guns, and Mister Mask, thank you for the outlook, I`ll make sure to keep a shot on me for that bloody snake-man`s head." Mal said that with an ever widening grin, patting the rifle on his lap. "Now, I don`t want to repeat something everyone here has said, so, I won`t continue to bother you about something breaking the language barrier, so, I`ll ask this instead, how do you know all of our personal futures quite so well?"
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 5, 2007 0:17:52 GMT -5
Balka stared at Steelfire for a few minutes, his eyes not focused anywhere specific. "I feel sorry for you then. Creation for the sole purpose of destruction is the worst thing one can do. To create you to destroy and then toss you aside..your creators where truly animals. To create something and toss it aside because it no longer serves a purpose isn't right. Cherish all things created for you. I'm sorry for what you have been through, my metal friend."
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 5, 2007 12:18:00 GMT -5
[ooc] Well you all seem to be getting along quite a bit better than I expected. Congratulations on forming a fairly cohesive group...And with that... Onto your first challenge as a group[/ooc]
Turning his head slowly, he looks around the table at the assembled group. "Well.. I must admit I wasn't expecting such....cohesion, so quickly. You all surprise me indeed....Perhaps this world does have a chance at surviving the perils that come.." Shaking his head to pull himself from his contemplations he raises his head and looks at the group again. "Anyway, as you have pointed out, the language barrier does seem to be a bit of a problem. It is one I have, mostly, taken care of. Any of you that have partaken of the drinks in front of you will find that, if you listen to my voice, you are hearing, not your own language, but are actually hearing Planar Common. And as such, you will be able to speak it...Just don't think about it too much, just talk, with your thoughts slightly focused on speaking so that you can be understood, and the words that come out will be in Planar Common. Those of you that haven't taken a drink.... I suggest you do so." Turning to Steelfire. "As for you.... Well it was slightly more difficult seeing as how you dont particularly drink, and therefore don't really have a bloodstream for the potion to take effect in. There should be...." At this a small device floats in from above, landing in front of steelfire. In shape it looks like an armor spike, although hollow inside and open on the base. "Ahh there it is. I had a mage of mine fashion a device you could wear that would magically give you the ability to speak Planar common. Simply place that over any one of your armor spikes and it will bind with it, magically giving you the ability to speak and understand Planar Common. Don't worry...It is made of adamantine and is at least as sharp as an armor spike, so it will not dull the use of your spikes, and should blend in well enough so as to not be seen."
Waiting a few moments while those that haven't yet drank do so, and the others test out their ability to speak this 'Planar Common' he finally speaks up again. "As for how I know of your Futures...Well lets just say I seem to be from what you would call your futures. In the timeline of the planes, my current incarnation is from several hundred years into the future of your own timelines..and knowledge is my business."
Suddenly he stands, a twinkle in his eye. "Now, one of you spoke of learning to work together, yes? I too believe before you venture out into this strange new world, that you should learn to work and fight together as a cohesive force. Therefore I have set up a......training course if you will." Turning he gestures to a doorway that you suddenly notice about 30 feet behind him on the far wall, opposite of that which you came in. The doorway is 15 feet by 15 feet and pitch black. "Enter when you are ready. If you have any further questions before you go in, please ask them." With that he sits back down suddenly, and leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled with his elbows resting on the arms of his chair, his eyes moving back and forth, watching you all.
[ooc] So yes, enter when you all are ready. Feel free to prepare out here, as in figuring out what each roll you all play is, etc etc. Oh and btw james, 45 Listen check for Mask to hear what you said. Just PM it to me. Enjoy everyone. Oh..and for Roleplaying so far everyone gains +1 RP point. It will be reflected in the appropriate topic.[/ooc]
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Post by phulishone on Aug 5, 2007 12:30:19 GMT -5
Gileard hesitates and slowly tries speaking in Planar Common, "Can thou hear me now?"
Gileard hesitates and slowly tries speaking in Planar Common, "Well then, we... have but to enter, I suppose."
Gileard's tongue feels odd, but not unpleasant, as the words roll out. The Wendel looks momentarily thoughtful, and drains his mug of apple cider, carefully setting it down on the ground before rising up to his full height, checking all his gear, and striding forward into the... training course, his father's axe at the ready. As he walks, he shifts his shield into place on his other arm, and looks around carefully into the room.
((OOC: Darkvision 60ft. What's going on in da room?))
GM Edit: When Gileard steps through the doorway, you all cease being able to see him. Mask still sits calmly in his chair, which seems to be able to swivel in place, and he just watches the party.
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Post by Nate on Aug 5, 2007 14:59:14 GMT -5
After taking a drink, then quickly looking into his glass as if unsure of what he just drank, Balkoth says "Let me first say that I will fight and aid this group in any way I possibly can in order to stop this malevolent evil. With that said, I cannot truthfully say that I trust all of you. Not just because of the friction, but because trust must be earned not just spoken. Perhaps in the future I will trust the group, but not right now." Balkoth steps towards the door and draws his scimitar. "I may best serve the party by using arcane spells to destroy our foes. I have protection spells that will help me and, if given proper notice, others in avoiding harm. Deimos, other than fire, what spells are you adept at casting? Mal, from what range do you normally fight? Before we enter, we should discover how each of us fights." Balkoth waits patiently for the next person to speak.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 5, 2007 15:11:29 GMT -5
"To be sure, you mean not to exclude me? The mighty fires of Gond are rivaled by no arcane magic, no offense. If need be, I shall take the front line. Without a doubt, my healing magic will be quite a boon, as it seems that nobody else here can do so."
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Post by Dave on Aug 5, 2007 16:40:32 GMT -5
Coughing the heavy taste of the burning Firewhiskey from his mouth, Selterha rises from his seat (speaking in his new Planar language). "I agree, if we are to learn to trust each other, we should have no secrets about the fighting capabilities of the others of our fellowship. To show that I mean what I say (with a nod towards Balkoth), I'm perfectly willing to show my own abilities." With that, Selterha steps slightly away from the table, motioning his companion off to the side. He closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them, it is as though two lines of flame open behind him. They form into a pair of wings, staying behind his back, which he then folds up, like a bird folds its wings behind it. "As you can see, I'm not quite what I appear to be. I am also trained in acrobatics and unarmed combat." He pauses near the entrance so recently revealed, turn toward the rest of the group and asks, "Any questions?"
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