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Post by Stix on Jul 23, 2008 15:40:12 GMT -5
Ach'ler leads the group silently and expertly through the Hive Ward, avoiding the worst neighborhoods and taking shortcuts through ruined buildings. Lycenia and Clay keep up with relative ease, the former lagging behind on occasion to bring Burgess up to step with the others.
Passing through Ragpicker's Square and crossing Fhurling Bridge, the five find themselves in the Lower Ward, the Shattered Temple looming like the smashed ribcage of a colossal beast. Darkness is settling in early this evening, and a chill wind hurries the citizens and travelers along.
The group arrives at a long block of row homes, turning the corner onto a narrow alley where sits a small tavern, its bare signpost wrapped in a matted and dingy green garland. The githzerai turns to the others.
"You can't follow me in. Wait here, I'll bring the spellslinger to you." Without delay, he opens the heavy door quietly and slips inside.
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Post by exile on Jul 23, 2008 17:05:39 GMT -5
Dusk was threatening the Cage once more, and Hadrian watched the growing shadows with concern. The dark was their greatest foe tonight. If Ach’ler failed to live up to his word… well, they’d have to cross that bridge when they came to it. For now he had no choice but to trust that the Gith lived in accordance with his faction dictates and would not let them down.
At least he still had a number of spells up his sleeve if the situation demanded it.
(OOC: A thought just struck me… Under 3.5, Hadrian couldn’t cast the necessary spell, but under 2nd edition with minor access to healing I’m fairly certain he can. Not that I’ve by any means finalized Hadrian yet, and forgive me for the delay, but I figured it was worth mentioning.)
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Post by Stix on Aug 12, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -5
After a few minutes, Ach'ler returns with another githzerai, this one dressed in beige and olive drab and wearing a Sensate symbol stamped on a silver medallion around her neck.
"I don't have the power to cure it," she starts, getting right to the point without pleasantry. "But I can make you something that will hold it off indefinitely. It'll take me until tomorrow, and I can offer you shelter until then that will keep anyone from getting any worse."
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Post by exile on Aug 12, 2008 21:02:10 GMT -5
The answer was certainly not what Hadrian was hoping to hear, but at least it offered hope for the present. If the sensate was capable enough to be able to forestall the otherwise inevitable though, perhaps she would also at least know how to undo the damage completely. Turning a raised eyebrow on his companions in mute inquiry, Hadrian put voice to the question on his mind.
“I think we must accept for the time being, cutter. But tell me, what -is- required to cure this condition forever?”
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Post by Stix on Aug 20, 2008 17:34:26 GMT -5
"Fourth-house divine magic capable of curing disease, an elixir of health, or a few dabs of Keoghtom's ointment."
"And you're sure this will work?" Clay cants his head in suspicion, a hint of worry showing through as he glances to Lycenia.
"Certain."
The gith's unflinching attitude seems to satisfy the young swordsman. "Alright. Do what you must. I'm going with Hadrian. We've risked enough that this better provide some worthwhile jink."
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Post by exile on Aug 20, 2008 22:55:16 GMT -5
“Fourth house?” Hadrian replied with a note of despondency. Such magic was beyond his reach, and would almost certainly remain so forever. Odin’s clergy did not delve into the deeper secrets of the healing arts, such was the task of other followings among the aesir. “Third will not suffice then? For I know of a blessing in the third circle that will cleanse a body of disease. Unfortunately my ability to call upon that house has been expended for the day, otherwise I would have tried myself.”
Turning a questioning eye on Clay, he asks: “Going with me where, Clay? I had a mind to wait until our number were all provided for before we went gallivanting about the cage to find a buyer. Perhaps if, Lycenia," he considered, now addressing the woman. "Perhaps if you feel comfortable looking after Burgess while preparations are made for the evening, then Clay and I could safely leave for a time? It seems less than pressing all things considered though.”
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Post by Stix on Sept 13, 2008 6:39:54 GMT -5
Turning a questioning eye on Clay, he asks: “ Going with me where, Clay? I had a mind to wait until our number were all provided for before we went gallivanting about the cage to find a buyer. Perhaps if, Lycenia," he considered, now addressing the woman. " Perhaps if you feel comfortable looking after Burgess while preparations are made for the evening, then Clay and I could safely leave for a time? It seems less than pressing all things considered though.” " Of course," Lycenia offers. " Once we're sure our heads won't snap off and fly away, it would be nice to have the jink we're due," she adds with a rueful smirk. " Do as you will. I will return here with your friends at peak tomorrow." Turning sharply on one heel, the gith makes her way down the alley, with Ach'ler, Lycenia, and Burgess in tow. (I've posted the sale values in your private board; start up the new thread whenever you like.) |
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Post by exile on Sept 16, 2008 23:01:09 GMT -5
Hadrian watches them depart with a pensive look, but offers no resistance. Turning to face Clay he remarks “Alright, cutter. Lets find a buyer for our baubles.” That said, the Bleaker turns on his heels and strikes off across the Lower Ward for the Market.
(OOC: I’ll continue in the Market Ward tomorrow.)
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