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Post by lordchicken on Aug 21, 2009 17:09:26 GMT -5
"well im not that strong but ill help out" Wilrc said as he bent over to help lift the log
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Aug 21, 2009 17:56:31 GMT -5
When he returns to the clearing, Nuuko sees the two people working to move the tree while the trapped half-elf lays there writing and not even trying to help free himself. After delivering his brief report on the lay of the land and what he saw, the Athasian walks over to Vahn and -with a contemptuous sneer - kicks the papers, ink and quill away from the pinned man. "If you won't help yourself you can stay here for all I care."
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Post by Stix on Aug 21, 2009 21:41:46 GMT -5
In the darkness, the ink vial can be heard softly gurgling, disgorging its contents onto the forest floor.
Another sound follows: that of padding feet -- no, hooves -- and turning wheels.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Aug 22, 2009 16:46:09 GMT -5
Suddenly hearing what sounds like an animal-drawn cart in the forest, Nuuko steps away from the fallen tree. In one fluid motion the elf slips the long bow off of his shoulder and nocks an arrow with an obsidian tip and strange fletchings that start black at the front and fade to gray. Tracking the sound as best he can, the lanky Prime listens to determine if the unseen cart is moving toward or away from them.
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Post by Shadow on Aug 23, 2009 19:35:03 GMT -5
Vahn blinks a few times as he stares at where his papers had just been, then turns a murderous glare on Nuuko, only to find the Prime already looking elsewhere. As he shifts his glare to the still-immobile tree on his leg, an eight-foot chunk of it promptly disintegrates, freeing the Indep. Standing slowly and brushing himself off, he begins gathering his book and papers, seeing if any were ruined by the spilled ink, and saves what's left of the ink jar and stoppers it. As he finishes and begins rearranging the used, unused, and ruined papers, he clears his throat loudly, once again staring coldly at Nuuko. "Mark me, Clueless," he says in a near-whisper that should have brought snow to this pleasant climate, "Do anythin' like that again, and you lose whatever limb defiled my work." Turning away abruptly, he limps off toward the lights.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Aug 24, 2009 14:42:30 GMT -5
Turning his head slightly when the half-breed threatens him, an unimpressed Nuuko returns the glare. "You insert yourself into our business and then lay there writing while we scout the area and try to free you. You're lucky I just kicked your things away from you instead of making sure you could never write again."
Letting the half-elf limp a few paces ahead, the Prime considers briefly just putting the already-nocked arrow into his back. Finally he lets go of the bow string with his right hand and lowers the bow to his side, keeping the arrow on the string with one long finger of his left. Kneeling down next to the dead Taker, Nuuko removes the portly corpse's necklace and unbuckles the broadsword at his waist.
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Post by Stix on Aug 25, 2009 11:38:17 GMT -5
The cart comes into view along the treeline -- a humble wagon drawn by a tired donkey. Four silhouettes are visible in it, three of them adult-sized and one child-sized.
"Hello?" calls a tenor voice. "Is everyone alright?"
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Aug 25, 2009 13:44:06 GMT -5
Quickly stashing the necklace in a waist pouch, Nuuko drops the sword on the belly of the corpse and rises. He instinctively raises the bow as the small wagon appears. As soon as it's obvious that the occupants pose little threat, the dark-skinned elf relaxes his bow arm. "Except for this deader," he nods at the corpse by his feet then jerks his head toward the limping half-elf, "and his leg I think we're fine. Did you see the bebilith?" Though his weapon is held loosely at his side, the Athasian's eyes cautiously search the wagon-riders' faces.
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Post by skelterjohn on Aug 27, 2009 7:38:38 GMT -5
A relatively short man with shoulder length red hair hops to the ground out of the back of the wagon. A dirty grey cloak covers his shoulders but the cowl is down, revealing a pale, austere face. As he turns to the party, blackened leather armor is visible underneath the cloak.
He says, "It visited us briefly, but ran off."
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Post by Wavyhill on Aug 30, 2009 19:52:50 GMT -5
The bariaur - coming out of a trance he has been in since the group arrived:
"Sorry, the experience got the best of me. So many sounds, colors, smells, even the air feels different here! So luxurious, so, so, GOOD!"
"Guilt comes from within, like when you ignore your travelling companions who may be in a bit of a fix. Guilt can make you sick. Guilt can stop you in your tracks just as surely as a fallen tree."
"Huh? What was that about? Guilt, why am I talking about guilt?What happened? What did I miss? Who are these folks? Lann me, I've been in a maze in my brain box here!"
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Post by skelterjohn on Sept 3, 2009 10:58:20 GMT -5
The cloaked man from the back of the wagon stares at the bariaur for a moment, then asks, "Who are you? What are you doing here? You're obviously not natives."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Sept 7, 2009 10:53:19 GMT -5
Looking at the cloaked man briefly, Nuuko replies to him while curiously surveying all of the newly arrived people on the cart. "These two," he gestures at the bariaur and tiefling, and I came from Sigil tracking the beast. He put his nose into our business and basically invited himself, " the Godsman adds with a jerk of his head toward the limping half-elf. "This one we met here moments before the bebilith showed up. Now who are you and your companions?"
He kneels back down by the dead Taker and sets about removing the scabbard and sword from the dead man's belt.
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Post by skelterjohn on Sept 8, 2009 16:30:05 GMT -5
The cloaked man says, "You can call me Jocyl. These folk were lost, so I helped them find their way." He gestures quickly to the confused looking owners of the wagon, and continues quickly. "As to what I'm doing here, that's my own business. Why don't you sods load up on the wagon and we can make our way somewhere more hospitable?"
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Post by artemis on Sept 13, 2009 10:19:14 GMT -5
Xianna had no objection to a free ride, however she did stay on the alert. Without a word she hopped up on the back of the wagon. She eyed Nuuko to see his reaction. He seemed to be the only one with his thoughts on task.
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Post by Stix on Sept 15, 2009 12:55:11 GMT -5
The cloaked man says, " You can call me Jocyl. These folk were lost, so I helped them find their way." He gestures quickly to the confused looking owners of the wagon, and continues quickly. " As to what I'm doing here, that's my own business. Why don't you sods load up on the wagon and we can make our way somewhere more hospitable?" The wagon's driver laughs quietly under his breath, shaking his head. " Argent's my name. We're on our way to the Conclave Fidelis -- the monastery, with the lights? -- to pay a tithe and stay a while in prayer. Thank the Song that giant spider helped us out of the mud, or who knows when we'd get there?" He offers Xianna a hand to help her in, if she'll take it. " What'd you call it, again?" |
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Post by Shadow on Sept 15, 2009 17:08:09 GMT -5
At the wagon driver's words Vahn freezes for a moment, then spins on his good foot and hobbles back as fast as he is capable. "The spider did what now?" he asks with wide eyes and an excited smile. Looking around quickly, he chooses an open seat close to the driver and hops up, favoring his leg, before quickly pulling his writing materials out again. "Need ya t' lann me the whole thing cutter, front t' back, every detail." Everything situated, he looks at Argent with expectation.
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Post by artemis on Sept 16, 2009 12:08:25 GMT -5
Xianna uncharacteristically was going to let the driver give her a hand but she also froze when he mentioned the bebilith helped them. She shot a sharp, confused look to Nuuko, wondering what he thought of this revelation. She recovered and re-proffered her hand to Argent.
"A beblith," she said. "And they are not known for being helpful. It's acting odd, odd indeed. You think that thing has gone barmy?" she asks her fellow travelers.
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Post by Shadow on Sept 16, 2009 17:11:18 GMT -5
Staring intently at Argent, the Indep shrugs his shoulders at Xianna's question. "Far as I know, no fiend o' that power and malice has set foot fist or claw on this or any like upper plane b'fore." His expression changes slightly and his eyes seem to stare past the driver. "The theory right now is that the good nature o' this plane is makin' the thing feel emotions he ain't before, which is changin' his behavior. 'Til I know more, though, that's still just a theory." His eyes focus on Argent once more as he motions the man to speak, quill, ink, and papers ready.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Sept 16, 2009 19:29:25 GMT -5
" Why don't you sods load up on the wagon and we can make our way somewhere more hospitable?" Nuuko acknowledges his introduction with a nod before shaking his head at the offer of riding in the wagon. " Riding is for the honorably injured. I'll remain on foot, but don't worry I can keep up." The wagon's driver laughs quietly under his breath, shaking his head. " Argent's my name. We're on our way to the Conclave Fidelis -- the monastery, with the lights? -- to pay a tithe and stay a while in prayer. Thank the Song that giant spider helped us out of the mud, or who knows when we'd get there?" He offers Xianna a hand to help her in, if she'll take it. " What'd you call it, again?" " Conclave Fidelis," the elf says to no one in particular. " A monastery you say? That would probably explain the lack of fortifications. That is the way we were headed as well," he offers with a nod in the direction from which he'd seen the light. Nuuko raises a thin white eyebrow in surprise at the indication of the bebilith helping them free their wagon. He returns the tiefling woman's sharp look before turning his attention back to the wagon driver in anticipation of further details. The Godsman looks askance at the half-elf before adding, " it used portals and traveled through Sigil. While this place may be affecting it somewhat, it was acting very odd well before it got here." |
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Post by Shadow on Sept 16, 2009 21:05:09 GMT -5
Vahn rolls his eyes and waves his quill around in a "whoop-de-doo" motion in response to Nuuko's interjection. "As interested as I am in what objective could drive it so, and how it connects to the rest, rampagin' through the Cage is hardly as unusual as it helpin' travelers. Or feelin' guilt. Or not snappin' me in soddin' half."
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