Re: Unity Act 2: Dark Visions
A dream of fire and doom shortly after their encounter with... Whoever, to be henceforth referred to as Mr. Crispy. Suspicious, but not something to discount offhand as completely false. It is difficult to ignore entities of other planes just as it is difficult to be an atheist when Kord descends from the heavens to give their Cleric's a High-Five and then smite someone in the face. They took hold of their spellshard (hey, shut up, Eberron setting, It says Spellshard, not Dragonshard we can buy them if we feel like it) and put it's capacity for arcane words of power to more mundane use as notebook.
The needs of hygiene and clean clothes were dealt with, they consider their course of action for they day beyond the obvious everyday needs and further dealings with Unity's bureaucracy for work. They had a decent chunk of money even after their go at personal item crafting, but if they spent it on nothing but Inn rooms and three basic meals and drink a day, it would only last... Almost half a year. A month of such running about the same cost of a year's legal Unity citizenship.
Okay, so upon consideration the luxury of talking half a year off if he suddenly needed to was comforting. But wouldn't exactly get them anything or anywhere. Of course, there were other issues to deal with first he had been trying to ignore on his desk.
<familiar>"Uh, Hello?"</familiar> Case in point, the six inch tall winged imp on his desk. <familiar>"I'm your Familiar."</familiar>
"I highly doubt that." Blake muttered, considering using their vicious rod as a blunt instrument, if only to make sure he didn't set the desk on fire (he had paid for the room in advance).
<familiar>"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be!"</familiar>
"Because that's my familiar." Blake said, pointing next to the imp. Of course, there was nothing there. The Imp started to point out this fact when a finger length coil of wire with eyes popped into sight.
<familiar>"It looks like you are trying to convince a Warlock you are their familiar. Help topics for this suggested are I will cut you, so bad, you will wish I did not cut you so bad imp.</familiar>
<familiar>"What?"</familiar>
<familiar>"What?!"</familiar>
<familiar>"What?"</familiar>
Blake facepalmed. Familiars, unable to understand or be understood by anything except their master aside from a few exceptions such as the Raven variety. The phrase 'what in the Hells do you want' is probably appropriate here."
This message was last edited by the player at 11:13, Thu 15 Apr 2010.