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Post by Stix on Jul 28, 2008 10:34:38 GMT -5
The midday bustle of the Gymnasium is at its height as the Defiers and Godsman arrive. A great number of Ciphers walk the streets without, and it appears that more than a few of them are positioned defensively around a nearby building.
One of the factioneers nods to the trio as they approach the main entryway. "Good day," is all he says, waiting for them to state their business.
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Post by artemis on Jul 28, 2008 21:49:48 GMT -5
"And a good day to you cutter," Xianna says in a totally un-tiefling and un-athar manner. "We wish to speak with Liam Erevan, if he would indulge us with a minute if his time." With a bright smile and a flick of her tongue she shifts her weight to her left hip.
Her new comrades probably think this polar shift in her demeanor means she's rather barmy, but it's a disarming tactic she rarely gets to employ.
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Post by hatchets on Jul 31, 2008 8:21:06 GMT -5
Drej lets Xianna handle this one. He does not speak at all, why should he, she seemed to have this one on lock. He simple watches the situation unfold standing behind Xianna in his regular flexish way.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 31, 2008 12:04:01 GMT -5
Nuuko follows the two Defiers through the crowded streets of Sigil. Seeing the defensive stances of several Ciphers near the Great Gymnasium, he cautiously follows behind Xianna, hands at his side, but not far from his sword hilts. Towering above the tiefling and bull-horned human while she's addressing the factioneer, he makes sure his faction symbol is clearly visible; the flat fist-sized silvery pendant hangs from a chain around his neck. He remains silent, awaiting the Cipher's reply.
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Post by Stix on Sept 13, 2008 18:48:02 GMT -5
"On the Portico or in the baths," the Cipher states plainly in clipped words. "Surrender your weapons before entry."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Sept 15, 2008 21:59:10 GMT -5
Nuuko, without hesitation, walks to the weapon check counter and begins removing the myriad weapons he carries at almost all times. He'd been to the Gymnasium once a few weeks earlier and expected the disarming request, especially given the recent spider-fiend attack. First he draws a pair of long swords from his waist, one made of steel and one of bone. A short sword and the unstrung long bow over his shoulder - both of bone similar to that of the long sword - are surrendered next. Removing two quivers of black-tipped arrows from his waist, the lanky Athasian then opens a belt pouch and produces two strange crystal wedges and a sheathed knife. When the personal arsenal is laid out he takes mental stock of what possessions he still carried and nodded at the Cipher on the other side of the counter. "That should be everything," he rasps and waits for the two Athar.
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Post by artemis on Sept 16, 2008 8:26:35 GMT -5
"Aw hells," Xianna mumbles as she moves towards the weapons check. She nods in approval as she watches Nuuko unload an impressive arsenal.
She begins the cumbersome task of disarming herself. She removes the heavy repeating crossbow first. "Dunno why I bother with this," she says to no one in particular as she sets it down. Then she unhitches the throwing axe that was positioned beside the crossbow on her back. She draws her rapier from it's scabbard and lays it on the counter. Then after a moment gives an innocent sounding "oh" as she remembers the dagger tucked in her boot.
OOC: Hatchets has been MIA lately, dunno what the deal is.
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Post by Stix on Sept 22, 2008 12:17:04 GMT -5
"Mock weapons are available inside," the Cipher adds, gesturing for them to head on in.
Within, the sprawl of the Gymnasium courtyard is abuzz with all manner of activity: three large pools filled with swimmers and loungers alike, instrumental musicians practicing playing while marching, painters cloistered in one corner working with lightning-fast brush strokes, acrobats and dancers performing calisthenics, and in the distance, on the steps of the Portico of Learning, an instructor teaching a group the combative arts of the halbadier.
In one of the circular therapeutic baths dotting the landscape sit two tieflings -- the one, green-skinned with goatlike horns, disarrayed blue-gray hair, and only two fingers and a thumb on each hand; the other, white-skinned with visible blue veins crisscrossing his flesh, angular features, horns, ice-blue hair held back in a ponytail, and a thin film of ice spreading from him across the surface of the pool.
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Post by arcanumzero on Sept 22, 2008 17:15:18 GMT -5
"...So I told him," the icy tiefling was saying to his green companion, "if you want to make an omelet, you have to break a few bariaur." He looked up as the three adventurers entered the Gymnasium and whistled quietly. "Now there's an unusual and extremely heavily-armed lot of fellows in search of some gainful exercise." He craned his neck. "And the Defier leading them isn't exactly hard on the eyes..."
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Post by Stix on Sept 23, 2008 20:32:17 GMT -5
Liam glances to the newcomers, a smirk twisting briefly across his face. "Bet she could make a fine omelet."
His eyes linger on them -- Xianna in particular -- only long enough to note that they're headed toward him. "Try not to stare," he comments to Ghaeldan, leaning into the increasingly cold bath for a better view of the halberd instructor on the Portico.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Sept 23, 2008 22:08:11 GMT -5
The lanky Prime catches site of the two bathing fiendlings, noting with curiosity the ice spreading from the one with skin was as pale as his own was dark. The Godsman walks with determination to the edge of the small pool and crouches near the green-skinned one. Leaning forward on his sinewy legs, the silvery pendant displaying his faction allegiance swings slightly as he speaks. "Liam Erevan? Ombidias said you may be able to provide us some information about the bebilith attack." The name of the spider-like monster rolled clumsily from his tongue, sounding perhaps stranger still with his odd accent.
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Post by arcanumzero on Sept 24, 2008 0:12:05 GMT -5
"If she levies the Lady's glare, Liam, then let it be a death well deserved, say I." Ghaeldan shot Liam a gleaming sidelong grin, barely taking his eyes off the approaching female and her coterie.
At the mention of the bebilith, Ghaeldan's eyes and grin widen in ecstatic terror, his cross-shaped pupils dilating in a fashion that makes everyone else's eyes water. "A bebilith? A weaving-spear walks the ways of the Cage? Do you hunt the beast? My sword will serve, if you seek to match your mettle against a demon's death." He glances appraisingly back at Liam, grin still firmly in place. "Do you indeed know more of this? You've been keeping your cards close, friend!"
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Post by artemis on Sept 24, 2008 14:34:42 GMT -5
Xianna saunters up to the two tieflings. She flicks her forked tongue and her eyes flash, just for a second. "Hmmph," is all she says as she switches her weight from hip to hip.
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Post by Stix on Sept 25, 2008 15:53:21 GMT -5
Liam looks casually from Nuuko to Ghaeldan, then Xianna. "I have a few more ears and mouths when I need them. Sit down. Ask your questions." He pats the floor next to him, staring intently at the female tiefling.
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Post by artemis on Nov 11, 2008 21:11:38 GMT -5
OOC: Wow, no one has posted in this thread for nearly 2 months! Hope it wasn't me who stalled it! I know we lost hatchets, he's been MIA for some time. I haven't seen Ned around for quite awhile either. I know you've (Stix) been busy with the moving, and I have had employment problems. However, if we can get this rolling again it would be great. But, I'm in no great hurry. Take your time and I'll check back from time to time.
Arty
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Post by artemis on Nov 11, 2008 21:16:28 GMT -5
IC:
"The bebilith," Xianna says as she slinks to the floor. "Where did it go? How did it get in and out of The cage? And why would it come through in the first place?" she queries as she sharply eyes the two tieflings. Something told her this may be a waste of time that they were wasting time. She was itching to get on with the hunt and not dally around with these two.
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Post by Wavyhill on Nov 18, 2008 21:45:15 GMT -5
Entering the courtyard is another bariaur who appears quite different from other bariaur in the Gym. His coat is golden and his eyes flash violet. His curved horns are tipped with polished brass and he wears a tattoo of the symbol of the Sensates on his flank. He carries a Bandore (a lute-like stringed instrument) slung over his shoulder as well as a very large wineskin.
He smiles broadly at the musicians, acrobats and dancers. He waves and greets many of them by name.
"Good day my friends! But aren't they all! Don't forget I will be performing my original work 'The Hinterlands' in the Elloweth Theatre every night this week!"
He moves purposefully toward the tieflings in the round pool keeping the big grin on his face and flashing a smile to all gathered around the pool. "Liam! My favorite chantmonger! I thought I would find you here. Care for a swig?" Sirocco offers Liam the wineskin. "It's called Sake. Bub from some prime world. Got it at Imel's. He has been specializing in treats from the clueless lately."
"Heard some chant on the streets about a demon-spawned spider here in the cage and thought, who better to have the dark of it than my good friend Liam! Sounds like a great epic in the making."
"So who are these cutters Liam, and what darks are you willing to share with us today?"
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Post by Stix on Mar 10, 2009 12:44:29 GMT -5
Liam accepts the profferred wineskin with a gracious nod and takes a quick swig, balking slightly at the unexpected flavor and potency of the bub before handing it back to the bariaur. "We were just wigwagging about that.
"It came through an Abyssal gate. A bebilith doesn't follow prey off-plane, it just finds something else to eat... but scan this. There's an old story about some prime spellslinging berk who drugged one to harvest its web-making glands, and brought them back to his home to experiment. Stupid sod thought the bebilith was some dumb beast, and he tumbled to his mistake too late.
"The next thing anyone heard about his village was from a trade caravan. They'd stopped to resupply, but found every last building smashed to rubble and covered in enormous webs." Glancing furtively to the next bath over to make sure no one is listening, he adds, "That's the only chant I've heard about a bebilith leaving the Abyss -- when it wants to punish some sorry sod. And here's the barmiest part," he says, softening his tone as a look of worry flashes across his face.
"The gate it stepped through -- it led to Elysium."
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Post by artemis on Mar 26, 2009 22:52:51 GMT -5
"Hmm, barmy indeed," Xianna replies with a far off glance and a flick of her tongue. She looks over at Nuuko, "Whadya say? Fancy a trip to Elysium? Can't say I'm one to bang around out there for too long. But I figure with that demon tromping around, they'll be too piked off to notice me."
She seems less interested in talk and more interested in who is willing to risk their necks on this adventure.1.8.1.20
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Post by Stix on Mar 27, 2009 9:25:43 GMT -5
"The gate it went through is heavily guarded by the faction," says the chantmonger, gesturing with a sidelong nod of his head to the numerous Ciphers about. "They're not letting anyone in -- only the high-ups know why.
"But there's a portal I know of," Liam says in a conspiratorial tone, closing in a bit. "Leads to the outskirts of Principality. It's one-way, so you might be hipped there a while, but it'll take you past any resistance.
"Rule of Threes, here, bashers. I give you the location, the key, and a little garnish for free," he emphasizes, "and you take whatever dark you find back to me first, you bring me a souvenir from the Restful Plane... and we never had this conversation. We have a deal?"
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