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Post by Stix on May 19, 2009 23:59:57 GMT -5
The Clerk's Ward is buried in a bluish fog that hampers visibility even in the middle of the day. Losing one's way is all too easy, even on the orderly streets; navigating is a matter of traveling between corner news criers, using them like beacons to major thoroughfares.
Heshter's Arms, a squat building standing alone off the grid of the ward, is alive with foot traffic from the Takers on leave from their duties at the Hall of Records. Along with the Fated, the building crawls with another of Sigil's noisome parasites: razorvine. Two dabus trim it from the entryway -- cautiously, as if removing too much might bring the whole building down.
Fog-shrouded Causeway Lane yawns wide, swept clean of debris by The Lady's dutiful servants.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on May 22, 2009 12:43:05 GMT -5
Nuuko walks cautiously along the streets keeping near to the others who he accompanied from the Gymnasium. Finding the half-squinting gaze that helps pick out features in an Athasian sandstorm doesn't help, the wiry-muscled elf lets his sight shift into the infrared range, hoping the fog doesn't completely obscure the variance of heat signatures between ground, vine-covered wall and living beings. Ready to spring at any surprise, both hands clasp a sword hilt while the small cluster makes their way toward the low building.
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Post by Shadow on May 22, 2009 15:12:12 GMT -5
[whisper=admin,shadowofprgfreak]Not looking up from his book as the group passes near his resting place by a news crier, Vahn permits himself a small smile. Ol' Git's not failed me yet... if this barmy crowd ain't headin' for a gate I'm a soddin' Chaosman. Closing his reading material after they pass into the fog, he starts after them.
OOC: Lemme know if you can see this Stix, wanna be sure I can use whispers to a good effect =P[/whisper]
"Ho there!"
The shout comes from a short way behind the group, quickly followed by a young half-elf with a book tucked under his left arm. "You bashers lost?" he asks, taking in their weapons and differing appearances at a quick sweeping glance. "You're a bit..." he pauses as though searching for the words, fingering his book and glancing at a passing clerk. "...out o' place here." He quirks an eyebrow, apparently fighting back a small smile. "Or perhaps... you're headin' toward a gate?"
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Post by artemis on Jun 2, 2009 9:45:41 GMT -5
(ok, so it's Xianna, Nuuko, and Sirocco walking right? I think Drej slipped off somewhere when he was informed what a bebilith was  ) Xianna instinctively turns on her heel with her hand on her rapier. Her yellow eyes narrow at the half-elf. She didn't liked to be called out, especially out on the street. However, at the young fellows words, she does realize that herself, Nuuko, and Sirocco do look a little too eclectic to be on some random shopping trip. "Deal with him,...... before I do," she hisses as she tries to step back into the fog, yet away from the razorvine. |
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Post by Stix on Jun 9, 2009 13:31:11 GMT -5
An overweight, slovenly Taker in a new and gleaming coat of mail heads down the lane, muscling his way past Vahn and nearly shoving the Indep fatally into the razorvine. "Don' stand in th' road, berk," he growls. "It's dangerous."
Disappearing into the fog, the Coldblood can easily be traced by his heavy tread and jingling armor. He stops after nearly twenty paces. "Fffffff. ...Thhhhhh. ...Thhhhhhhhh. Sssssss. FFFFFFFFF!" Pausing to curse under his breath, he resumes his consonant and sibilant sounds. "Shhhhhhhh. Shhh-sssss. Thhhffff."
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Post by Shadow on Jun 10, 2009 14:37:32 GMT -5
Brushing off his coat with a shake of his head, the half-elf edges closer and lowers his voice. "Few sights in the 'verse are as satisfyin' as seein' a boastful Coldblood get 'is pride nicked by a quiet Cipher." Moving a bit further out of the way of traffic, he keeps his voice pitched for the small group only. "Now unless I've gone barmy, I know what you're about and where you're headed. Dark of it is I'm interested in such events, but I've hit the blinds in a way... don't know exactly where the gate to Principality is 'round here, nor do I have the key. Doubt you'd want a greybeard like me taggin' along out of nowhere either... but..." Glancing around and fiddling with his book, he smiles slightly. "But... interestin' bit o' info I heard lately, concernin' that very area..." He quirks that eyebrow again. "You bashers care t' trade chant? 'Course if not, I can always deal with that Taker sod instead. Doubt he's just out for some bub..."
[whisper=admin]Meh, this whole cant thing is a bit confusing... everything sound alright?[/whisper]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jun 18, 2009 22:39:15 GMT -5
Starting at the sudden voice close behind them, Nuuko has one of his swords half-way out of its scabbard before realizing who was talking. He looks down at the little man with the pointed ears. Is this a half-breed of one of these bloated humans and those short tree-loving elves I've heard of? he thinks with concealed contempt.
He eyes the inquisitive, book carrying young man for a moment before replying in his gritty, airy voice. "For someone I've never seen before, you seem to know a lot about our very recently acquired information." At the mention of a trade, the Athasian's ears perk up. "Leading with an offer of an information exchange will probably get you farther than bluntly asking questions that show you know too much about someone else's business. Now whether or not this is a deal we'd make depends on the nature of your information...and it's reliability."
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Post by Shadow on Jul 1, 2009 17:23:20 GMT -5
The half-elf's smile deepens at the - human's? - response. "Wander out not knowin' what I do, maybe nothin' comes o' it, or maybe you end up in the dead-book. Tough to say, but regardless, if you're curious about what's goin' on, this is an interestin' piece o' the puzzle. And it doesn't cost a copper... just the chant on the gate and key." He shrugs casually. "Not a bad deal for either of us I'd say..."
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Post by Wavyhill on Jul 1, 2009 22:07:01 GMT -5
Well, like I heard them say on some prime or another - there's always room for jello! Not sure exactly the dark of that but it seems like the right sentiment for this situation.
So master half-elf, what name do we call you today?
As you so astutely noted, we do have some darks of a portal and a key but why are you interested in our destination and our business? Chant does travel fast but I would not put it past that cross trader Liam to have revealed the darks to more than just us bashers!
Let's just say my associates and I are on a hunting expedition. What is your interest in this matter master half-elf?
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Post by Shadow on Jul 2, 2009 13:42:12 GMT -5
Liam? Hmm, I'll have to look into this fellow... good chantmongers are far too few.
"Overactive curiosity, my good Bariaur." His voice drops to a bare whisper. "What was a Bebilith doin' in the Cage? Why did it flee t' the Restful Plane o' all places? And how does it connect..." he glances around for eavesdroppers before continuing, "...t' a being on the rise t' power-dom in Principality?" His face and tone take on a serious cast. "I don't let puzzles like this go unsolved, bashers. With or without your help, I intend t' put this together. With would simply make it somewhat easier." Shifting his weight, his voice returns to a more normal volume and tone. "As for a name, I prefer Vahn, though dependin' on who ya ask you'll likely hear any number o' nicknames rangin' from friendly t' outright hateful." He says the last with a rather cheeky grin.
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Post by artemis on Jul 2, 2009 22:44:56 GMT -5
Losing interest in this conversation fast, Xianna glances at Nuuko, then Sirocco and simply says, "Spider food," and shrugs. "If some rube wants to follow us on this ride, why not. I could use all the diversion I could get up there" she half mumbles.
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Post by Stix on Jul 3, 2009 5:31:35 GMT -5
The Taker's sibilant sounds continue down the alley until finally he manages a soft whistle. He mutters something to himself and takes three short steps, armor jangling as he does, and the foggy alcove is once again silent.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 3, 2009 9:15:53 GMT -5
Better to keep this half-breed who knows too much where I can keep an eye on him than following behind us. Nuuko looks back and forth between the bariaur and half-elf then to Xianna. With a nod he says, "fine, let's go. If you attempt to betray us you won't live to regret it."
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Post by Shadow on Jul 3, 2009 17:34:29 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at the Tiefling's disinterest, Vahn shrugs and addresses the Prime. "I try t' avoid turnin' stag, moreso when standin' next t' the basher's chiv." He chuckles to himself, though it didn't have quite the sound of a joke. Motioning with his free arm toward where the Taker vanished, he smiles slightly. "Not much o' a whistler myself..." His voice drops once more. "Unless o' course that gate's not the one we want?"
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 7, 2009 13:08:15 GMT -5
The towering Prime eyes the newcomer and then jerks his head in the direction the Taker had gone and covers the distance to the portal in a few long strides. Unsure whether the encircling razorvine in fact bounds one of these portals that everyone else seems able to see with little effort, Nuuko turns -- a cautious step or two away from the lethal Sigilian plant -- and waits for the others.
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Post by artemis on Jul 7, 2009 19:11:27 GMT -5
Sensing Nuuko's urgency she quickly quips to the other two, "Well, let's not stand here like some addle-coved leatherheads, follow that Prime!"
She instinctively leaves her hand on the hilt of her rapier as she follow Nuuko into the alley.
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Post by Shadow on Jul 16, 2009 20:32:07 GMT -5
Nodding mostly to himself, Vahn follows the pair toward the circle of razorvine. Before more than three steps, his book is open and his nose in it, yet it doesn't seem to hinder his steps in the least.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 25, 2009 14:32:40 GMT -5
When they've all drawn up to the encircling razorvines, Nuuko draws his two long swords and purses his lips. He lets out a low-pitched whistle, sounding a bit like an insectoid chirp carried on a moderate breeze. As he issues the shrill, airy noise, the lanky elf warily eyes the spot he suspects to be a portal.
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Post by Wavyhill on Jul 30, 2009 22:51:56 GMT -5
"Careful there Nukko, don't want to nick something before you know its intentions!"
Sirocco obviously has no weapon drawn or ready.
"Not likely the 'lith is waitin for us on the other side. Mor'n likely some Guardinal watchin this portal and checkin papers. Let's be a little less confrontational - it ain't called the Restful Plane for nothin you know."
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Post by Stix on Jul 31, 2009 23:57:47 GMT -5
At the sound of Nuuko's whistle, a wave of color washes over the circle of razorvine, revealing a bluish-black portal that connects the foggy alleyway to the peaceful Elysian night. Nothing clear-cut can be determined -- the images on the far side are slightly distorted and very out of focus -- but the gate's exit point seems to be in a wooded area. One by one, the group steps through.... (Continued in The Deva Spark.) |
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