Both the Sirocco and the Desert's Breeze arrive in Dracarta without incident. The Desert's Breeze is the first to moor and all aboard are able to watch the Sirocco fly in over the east part of the city. The Sirocco glides into place and docks effortlessly, the skysailor guiding it with obvious skill. As the crew on the Desert's Breeze begin the unloading of the cargo and the group of you bring your steeds and supplies topside you all notice a Harakin on the deck of the Sirocco watching you. Both the group and the lone Harakin speak with the respective quartermaster of their windships; T'Vala on the Sirocco and Arvaj on the Desert's Breeze. Both quartermasters direct people to the dock area where a group of Dracartan soldiers surround someone of obvious official rank. It seems soon, that all the questions that have been brewing amongst everyone are close to being answered. As everyone collects their gear and what steeds they have and disembark there is a sense of almost palpable concern radiating from the soldiers and official waiting on the docks. The exploration of the strangeness that has plagued the road heading towards what was once Anasa is soon to begin...

After leaning on the rail watching the other ship come along side the mooring point Califax collected the few position that he ahd brought along, slinging the the Tri-bow over his shoulder next to the pack  looking around for his travelling companions he then headed down towards the group guarding the official as directed.  The wide brimmed hat decorated with a few long feathers atop his head to keep the sun off, brushing at his coat Califax said to anyone close enough to be listening.

If it's going to stay this hot I think I'll need to re tailor my jacket somewhat.

"Sathras likes the hot," says the Sauran moving past and heading towards the soldiers. "Sathras thinks the hot suns are a blessing."

Murron gathers his gear and makes sure that it's well packed before hefting his backpack.  He walks down the gangplank and toward the Dracartan official and soldiers.

"We're here to answer the bill," Murron states plainly to the official as he walks up to him.

Califax claps Sathras on the shoulder and grins widely.

Oh I agree whole heartedly that the suns are a great blessing and this weather is very much to be enjoyed.  I just need to have adjustments made to my clothing so I can enjoy it and not over heat and be uncomfortable.

Aaban nods to Sathras, "Aa blesses us in myriad ways."

Sathras bears his fangs back to Califax. "In the home of Sathras's youth, our metal-workers toil over molten-rock." He tugs at his loin-cloth and leggings. "When the desert winds come, Satras too may need a jacket." He moves to stand behind Murron, crossing his arms across his chest.

Watches the others chat with a mild expression on her face.  She makes a small movement with her hand and her mount joins her.  She presses her hand against his scaly flank and nods before joining the rest of the group.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #8):

Dii checks her backpack to make sure all her gear is in it's proper place before donning it. Next, she places the weapons with their various scabbards and straps on her form. Finally, looking over her armor and bracers for any inopportune scuffs or blemishes she straightens out her garb and produces her official papers. Addressing the group surrounding the official, she heralds "Hail, soldiers of Dracarta! I bring aid from the great city-state of Danuvia!", and begins to approach them.
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Aaban will gather his mount and belongings joining the others in approaching the officials.

Burikan leans against the rail of the Sirocco and takes a long look at the other windship then at the soldiers gathered on the dock. Something definitely was afoot and soon he would know.

As he loads up his gear he nods a farewell at T'Vala and makes his way down the gangplank onto the docks.

Within a few moments he is standing amidst the soldiers waiting to hear what the official word was. He leaned on his red iron tarak with a relaxed yet supremely confident expression on his face.

Moving with the others up to the soilders Califax passes an appraising eye over Sathras, though a little worried at the show of fangs he guesses (and dearly hopes) it was just Sathras' way of showing a grin.

W...well... I think we should be able to find you a fine jacket some place.

He waited to see what responce Dii Ahnah's hail had.

As both ships unload and everyone begins to gather on the docks the official and his escort eye all of you. Initially the official fixes his gaze on Sathras, his eyes going wide before he catches Arvaj's eye who nods his head and gestures at the group. Next he spots Burikan and his giant tarak. Again he looks over at T'Vala who also nods his head. Apparently mollified the official gestures for the group to stand before him, his soldier escort arranged in a semicircle behind him. He draws himself up and eyes both Murron and Dii Ahnah with a small private smile on his face, finally clearing his throat and beginning to speak; "Greetings travellers, be welcome to Dracarta, especially if you are all in fact answering our call for intrepid explorers."

He nods his head in acknowledgement of both Murron and Dii Ahnah before continuing; "My name is D'Sava, one of the Nine who serve our King A'Semna, and before we continue on I would like to know what you already know so I don't waste time repeating information. Once this is done you will all be brought to secure suitable lodging to drop off your belongings and refresh yourselves, courtesy of the people of Dracarta. Later this evening you will be brought to the palace for an audience with the King where more details of the mission will be presented to you and any questions answered."

D'Sava finishes his grand speech and bows to the group, his escorts eyeing the proceedings carefully. He rises from his bow and with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye he speaks again; "Now then, who among you would like to inform me of what you already know of the situation?"

Sathras thumps his tail against the flooring. "Sathras tell you. Sathras know that you seek the fallen sky-fire. Sathras heard that there also danger because dead things are roaming about." Sathras's voice trails off. "Ah, perhaps one should ask Murron what papers said. Murron is smart." He prods the Marukan with one taloned hand, trying to shove the smaller man forward.

Califax smirks and nods to Sathras.

Apart form the rumours of a city being leveled our scaly companion seems to have been very accurate in what we know.  A call for explorers and brave me...people was sent forth to help determin what has happened and maybe see if there is a way to make things right again.

"Yes,"  Aaban agrees, "we know only what has been sent out in your flyers.  To my understanding, you know little more yourselves?"

In reply to Califax (msg #15):

"Danuvia knows very little. That is why I've been sent."

Murron stumbles forward a step under Sathras' gentle urging, and he can't help but chuckle lightly at his new found friend's actions.

"Sathras is smart too," Murron says with a slight smile on his face and the remnants of his chuckle in his voice, "and he has the right of it.  As far as I understand it, the town of Anasa was destroyed by a meteor strike and now the dead have risen in that area."

Her shoulders move in a sinuous shrug and when all other speaking is over, her melodic but quiet voice is heard.

"Something isn't right in the world," she says.  "Nature is... unsettled."

Straightening up some and nodding to his gathered companions Califax addressed the official.

I think the upshot of this is that maybe you should lead the way to where we can relax and get some more information on what exactly is wanted so we can make a move of getting things orginaized to go do this job.

D'Sava listens to each person in turn, nodding here and there. When Califax finishes his statement D'Sava laughs briefly before his face turns grim; "Yes yes, Anasa was totally destroyed by the meteor strike. We lost many good people there as well as a defensible position against Rajan depredations. The dead do indeed wander in that area, this has been confirmed by small patrols we have sent out there, some of which unfortunately did not return. There is more dire news to report, but I will leave that to our king this evening. For now everyone please follow me, you will be brought to the Jewel of the Sands, one of our finer inns, and people can determine their preference of accomodation at that time."

D'Sava turns to head away and his escort encircle him, still casting the occasional glance at the Sauran and Harakin. The group heads down one of the wider streets and passersby make way for everyone.

Sathras follows along, but prods Murron. "Fancy man use big words. He must be smart, too. Murron understand what fancy man say? We go somewhere now? You tell fancy man that we need food."

In reply to Sathras the Bold (msg #22):

Being fully packed and ready to go, Dii follows in suit behind the captain and his armed entourage. Casting a glance toward Shadow she says in Elder Tongue,

OOC: If anyone else understands Elder Tongue, I will gladly tell you what Dii is saying.

She looks at Dii and bows her head to tell the woman she heard and understood the questions.

"I will think on it," she replies simply while following.  Her hand resting gently on the flank of her equs.  Her fingers linger on a purple stone in a woven cloth necklace and her normally distant expression becomes more focused and even more distant.

Burikan gathers up his gear and starts to follow D'Sava towards the Jewel of the Sands inn. As they walk he looks over the odd assortment of those in the group. His eyes linger on the Sauran for a moment, it is strange to see one such as this in other than an arena.

Some of the other look familiar while others are completely alien to him and his experiences.

Murron swings up into the saddle, clucks, and gently gigs his old aht-ra to get it walking as he lovingly says, "come now, Chimtar, it's time to get moving old man!"

Turning to Sathras, Murron can't help but flash a smile as he says, "aye, my bold friend, we go to new bed and more food!"

Murron looks over to the Harakin and nods in acknowledgment once he makes eye contact, and then says, "hello, traveler.  Welcome to our motley bunch.  I am Murron."

As they walk slowly down the streets of Dracarta toward the inn, Murron motions with his hand toward each member of the group as he introduces them to Burikan, "and my rather large Sauran friend here is Sathras!  The Ariane is Shadow, the Cymrilian is Califax, the Kasmiran is Kafa da Nir, the Danuvian is Dii Ahnah, and the Aamanian is Aaban."

Hearing his name being used in an introduction Califax glances around to see who was receiving the pleasure of his aquaintance.  Lifting a hand slightly to the dour looking warrior.

Blowing out some air in frustration, the small Kasmirin looks a bit sour, (As usual), and eyes the new traveler with a stare, standing there and just watching the Harakin.

In reply to Kafa da Nir (msg #28):

While traversing the Streets of Dracarta behind the militant entourage, Dii keeps an eye out for a good place to sell the copies she's made of the maps she's been charting since leaving her home. Perhaps the commander would be one to ask...

The streets of Dracarta bustle with activity as you follow the entourage to the inn. Most people seem far to engrossed in their activities to notice the group but groups of children gather here and there, watching the group. Their eyes grow wide with wonder at the collection of races before them and just a little fear at the sight of the hulking Sauran. D'Sava finally brings everyone to a halt in front of the Jewel of the Sands, gesturing for the group to join him inside.

D'Sava approaches the inkeeper who is looking at the group with wide eyes; "Innkeeper, this group of people are official guests of the king and council of Dracarta and are to be afforded every courtesy. You are to provide them with rooms as they request, the bill to be presented to the court."

With that done D'Sava turns to the group; "Decide amongst yourselves what accomodations you desire then let the innkeeper know. He will provide you with the necessary quarters and refreshment while you wait for this evening when you will all meet with king and council for further information. I thank you again in advance in the name of our King and for the people of Carantheum. Be well and I will see you all later."

With the offer of the Kingdom of Dracarta providing the purchase of rooms, for once, the Kasmirin is satisfied with the accommodations provided for his efforts to come and help.

_{"Well that's a little more like it."} He says mostly to himself.

Wondering if it is safer to find rooms near each other, or if he should purposely find a room away from the motley group, Kafa asks of the innkeep, "Are there any rooms without windows?"

In reply to Kafa da Nir (msg #31):

Hearing Kafas request, Dii follows with an almost antithetical query. "Are there any rooms WITH windows or preferably a balcony overlooking the city?"

Slight backpost:
Burikan nods his head to Murron and those he introduces, "I am Burikan of the Buri clan."

Now back in time:

Burikan eyes the innkeeper for a moment and says, "I am not too particular, just point me to the nearest room with at least a semi-soft place to lay my head and I will be happy. If I need to share the room that is fine as well, just be warned that the Buri are fierce snorers by tradition."

"What is talk of rooms? They not put us in stable? Not sleep under cart?" Sathras looks around, his tail swinging slightly from side to side. "Well... Sathras clearly sees that there are no carts inside big room. Sathras just want place that is warm."

Califax chuckles and slaps Sathras on the back.

Simple things for you I see.  I dare say if you asked then to heat rocks for you to make a bed on they would see it done. Now addressing the tender I'm sure any of the rooms you provide will be more than comfortable enough for me, but a bath would do wonders after this long treck.  A meal and some wine would also help to pass the time well.

Stopping and not saying anything, but following directions as to where she is to go.  She pauses for a moment and looks up.  Her flecked eyes staring at a middle point where nothing exists, at least not that other eyes can discern.

"A small, simple room would suit me quite well," Aaban says, plainly.

The innkeeper smiles and nods as everyone describes their preferences. He claps his hands and several young men and women, obviously his children, enter the room swiftly. He looks at each member of the party and gives instructions to the group of his children; "For the Aamanian I believe we have a small spartan room that we have used before for his kind. I believe the Ariane should have her own quarters, something with lots of plants if a room like that is available, unless she and the Danuvian wish to share. For the Sauran find him a room with few windows and a large hearth, fire stoked and burning. As he seems to have become attached to the Marukan perhaps they would be interested in sharing a room, go with what they decide. For the Harakin and Cymrilian go with what they decide. I believe we have a secure room that has been used by Kasmirin before, perhaps that will suit him. Once they are all accomodated see what refreshments they want and attend to that swiftly. Off with you now!"

He looks the troupe over once more before people start off to the rooms; "If any of you have any questions about commodities provided in our fair city feel free to ask, I can likely direct you in the right direction. Otherwise I hope you all enjoy your accomodations."

OOC: Once everyone is in their rooms we can have time for people to look into anything they may need before they meet with the king and council, the group will have several hours to themselves. Alternatively we can move forward some.

Her eyes suddenly focus after the long and distant look that had been in them and they snap to Dii Ahnah.

"I have no answer for you," she tells the woman plainly and then she turns her attention on the innkeeper.  "As for my rooms, what is most convenient for you good sir."

Her expression goes distant once again.

Murron nods affirmatively at the innkeeper's suggestion of sharing a room with Sathras, and follows the servants to the room.

Aaban nods appreciatively, goes to his room, and requests a simple meal of any local meat, erd cheese if available, water, and provender plant.

Burikan takes his gear and follows one of the workers to the room chosen for his stay. He quickly strips down and gets a bath anywhere he can, be it public or private. he then eats and drinks his fill, well not quite his fill of drink, but his thirst and hunger is sated.

With an oil cloth he cleans his black leather armor and polishes his weapons, paying special attention to his red iron tarak. In a short time he is ready to meet with whoever it is he needs to.

"Oh wait," she says almost dreamily.  "Fire and magic work well.  Some weapons are better than others, but... Well, it was useless information so I forgot what was better."

She shrugs and meanders to the room she is guided to.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #43):

Catching Shadows words, Dii nods in approval. "Thank you for your insight, Shadow. This information will likely be handy. If you remember anything else let me or the others know. It may be good to share your insight when we meet with the group and the royal staff later" Before heading off with the servant to be shown her quarters, Dii looks to the Innkeep. "Since we have time before our official meeting perhaps you can help me with something. I've charted the lands and route traveled here from my city-state of Danuvia. In my spare time I've made copies and I'm looking to sell them here in town. Might you tell me where I could fetch a good if not competitive price for such wares? Were I to achieve a reasonable degree of profit, I'd be willing to part with a "finders fee"... "

Sathras follows Murron to the assigned room. "We get room? Murron want Sathras keep watch?"

Murron looks up at Sathras and musters a bemused half-smile as he says, "yes, follow us to the room, and there's no need for watches.  We both get to sleep before big meeting with Dracartan king."

Rubbing his hands together Califax grinned.

Well I think after a bath I'd very much like to spend some time admiring both the city and the local food and drink.  Dii's idea of a large balcony sounds a good one, is that possible to arrange?  Somewhere to realx and look out over the city?

In reply to Califax (msg #47):

"Mr. Califax, it would appear that I will be traversing the city after settling my things in my room. Would you care to be my company once again?"

Califax gives a lopsided grin and touches the brim of his hat.

It would be a pleasure as always.

In reply to Califax (msg #49):

"Well then, let us get settled and meet back here after situating our rooms. Be sure to bring your wit and charm with you to the city. I may have need for both."

Califax chuckles.

I will endevour to make sure they are packed into the correct pocket.

Following the child that leads him to his room, Kafa tells the child, "Slow down, it's not a race." As he uses his walking stick to keep himself going to the room.

Once to the room, Kafa will request some water, and a wash basin as well. "Clean water. Nothing chilled, just plain water. I'd like to clean up a bit after my travels."

If brought promptly, Kafa will still be quite strict. "Did you go all the way back to Astar to get it? Nevermind, bring it in." Though despite his comments, even though the bill is paid for by the government, Kafa will dig into a pouch, and pull out a silver coin. Tossing it up in the air, he offers, "Here, be sure to let your father know that the room is adequate."

While everyone else settles in to relax and refresh themselves, Califax and Dii Ahnah get themselves together quickly and inquire of the innkeeper the directions to the market. They walk down the streets in the stifling heat following the directions given. As they approach the market they see a multitude of races moving back and forth between shops and carts doing their business. The area is swarming with activity as traders hawk their wares and travellers and Dracartans alike seek to purchase and sell. The noise is almost deafening, certainly more than either Califax or Dii Ahnah have experienced before. The sheer amount of items for sale and shops around boggles the mind, one wonders if one could find ANYTHING they may want here if the price is right...

Walking with Dii Califax keeps an eye out for a tailors, wanting to find out what local cuts of clothing would be good for the land.  At the moment while he still wore the long frock coat he was bare chested beneith it, still with the wide hat to shield he eyes and head from the sun, something that has not always been in obvious view is a pale green silk collar Califax seems to be wearing now.

This is quite the place.  Be sure to keep a good hand on your purse, jostling crowds can habour all sorts.
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After she's led to her room she stands in the middle of it, looking around it.  She pats the child on the head and leans down to look her square in the eyes.

"Would you like to hear a tale of a group who bested a rough and ferocious foe ages past," she asks the child.  Her distant flecked eyes sharpen for a moment, watching the child's face and expression.
"If you do, offer the option to your siblings and return, I shall tell you a great tale full of adventure and wonder."

She nods to the child then settles on the small bed and watches the child leave.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #55):

The child rushes off with a wide grin on his face and shortly you hear the running footsteps of several children of different ages. The oldest ushers the others in and directs them to sit on the floor in front of you, only sitting herself once the others have settled. They all look at you with wide eyes and the smallest addresses you with an impish smile; "Please dark lady, share with us your tales of times long past and great deeds done."

"Mmmmm," she sighs the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her silver eyes looking at the bright and eager faces.  "Well, in the ages past there were an uncanny group of individuals, brought together by what some would call fate, while others would call luck, and others yet still would say it was strange chance.  Each of them had a wish, a wish bigger than anything you could think of.  Each wish was different, but powerful.  Part of me thinks that it was the wishes that drew them together, but I digress.  You don't care about them getting together, or why they did.  A horrible disease broke out, people were falling left and right.  People thought it was a natural illness, but it wasn't.  A strong and ruthless wizard was experimenting with creating a new race of men.  Like the Thralls or the Monad, but he wanted something different and more powerful.  He was capturing people of all types, taking them apart and trying to put them together the way he wanted them to be.  The magic he used was making everyone very sick."
She continues going on, describing how the heroes found out how the wizard was behind it, then how they ended up stopping him.  For the girls she told of the romance between some of the members, for the boys she told of the rivalries between them.  She detailed the battles and the lulls, finishing with the heroes victory, and the price some of them paid for it.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #57):

"Would it surprise you to learn that I actually don't have alot of weight to my coin purse? That is actually why I'm exploring the town, to find a place to sell my maps. Looking over them again though, I don't seem to be able to really make out my own calligraphy. I've got a bad feeling that they may not be worth much in this city. But I figured I'd try anyway. What interests are you looking to quell with this journey into the city, Cal?"
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Tilting his head to one side Califax shrugged.

I had not actually considered your state of money.  My personal quest for thos market place is to find somewhere that does fine looking clothing for this area and then have my wonderful jacket mimic a closely styled cut to make the overal atmosphere more comfortable for me. He offers a grin, And of course spending some more time in your delightful company.  But that aside, your looking to sell maps you think are not up to much use.  So some embelishments is what you would be concentrating on to have them shifted yes?

He spoke somewhat quieter now as they discussed business.

As Califax and Dii Ahnah are about to enter the marketplace from the side street they were walking on Dii Ahnah catches out of the corner of her eye something rushing out from the alley just a moment too late. A split second later the shadowy figure thrusts something into Califax's back. There are 2 subtle flashes of magic as warding spells are triggered by the expertly placed blow. Califax manages to avoid being knocked down by the force of the blow but is otherwise completely unharmed. Both Dii Ahnah and Califax spin to face the figure, a robed Djaffir holding a curved dagger in one hand. His eyes are wide in the mask at the ineffectiveness of what was a perfectly placed blow. The Djaffir steps back into the alley, dagger held at the ready to keep from being flanked. Nearby people who observed the attack scatter, some calling for the watch...

Caught off guard for a momment Califax stumbles and looks around, turning to face the attacker.  With a slight snarl of anger he brings his hands up, the left brushing the inside of the right fore arm and suddenly there is a tri-bow in his hands pointed at the Djaffir.

I can put three bolts in you before you can get away.  Now might be an idea to tell me what the dark side of the moons you think your doing.

Yet again Califax was thankful for the protection he carried on him, that could have been a very nasty blow, worse if poison had been involved.

Burikan remains in his room, spending extra time cleaning his weapons and armor. he is totally oblivious to the goings on outside of the inn and honestly he might not care even if he knew.

Aaban likewise remains in his simple room, meditating upon the beneficence of Aa.

In reply to Aaban (msg #63):


Seeing the attack on Califax, Dii begins to assess the Djaffir and his surroundings. With the narrowness of the alley way playing part, she reaches into her highboot sheaths and produces 2 shiny bluish-hued daggers of her own. After Califax makes his statement, she whispers just within the earshot of the Djaffir in Rajanin, ""
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The assassin laughs at Dii Ahnah's statement and spits at the ground in front of Califax. Dii Ahnah studies him closely and determines he will not be backing down. She lashes out with her paired daggers, catching him once solidly and the second blow grazes the assassin. Simultaneously Califax fires his tri-bow but the bolt goes wild and the trigger seems to be jammed. While this is happening the assassin barks out something in a guttural voice and his left hand is limned in flickering black radiance for a moment as he reaches towards Dii Ahnah and brushes his hand against her. She feels a chill as some of her life force is torn from her and notices the assassin's wounds close a bit. The assassin then lurches at Califax with his dagger, the blow partially absorbed by his armor spell and the remainder grazing his arm. However a moment later Califax feels a burning pain rushing up his arm.

OOC: Califax fumbles his bolt, fouling the trigger for 1 round
Dii Ahnah has a hit and a partial hit, dealing 5 hp and 2 hp (adjusted for armor and adamant)
Assassin partial success on spell (3 hp to Dii Ahnah, heals 3 hp; second action to attack Califax w. partial success (2 hp damage + 10 poison as Califax fails resist roll)

Assassin
CR +6 PR 2 HP: 18/21
Dagger DR 5 or Spell

Dii Ahnah: 25/28     Califax: 8/20

(On the assassin's spell I mistakenly rolled d20-2, it should have been d20 so that is why the partial success)
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In reply to Bringer of Darkness (msg #65):

OOC: I'm not sure what your rule is on continual Tactics rolls so I'm going to roll, and if it doesn't apply just disregard it.

Dii takes the assassins intent on Califax as a window of opportunity, and attacks with her daggers again...
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Staggered by the poison and frustrated at the jamming of the bow Califax flings the weapon at the assassin's face to destract the man from a savage stamp aimed at the attackers knee, hoping to bring attention away from Dii who was armed and could more likely hurt the Djaffir.

Califax throws his tri-bow in the assassin's face, providing a momentary distraction while he throws a kick at the assassin's leg, which thuds ineffectively against the assassin's armor. The assassin again grunts something in a guttural language but this time the radiance around his hand fizzles. He simultaneously lashes out at Califax with his dagger and despite the distraction still cuts Califax deeply as both Dii Ahnah's daggers strike home, one of them obviously hitting something crucial as the assassin drops to the ground conscious but seemingly unable to move of his own accord. Califax and Dii Ahnah see some guards trying to wend their way through the crowded market. The assassin glares at both Califax and Dii Ahnah, and hisses through his teeth in obvious pain; "You have achieved nothing, you will see. There will be a reckoning! I don't know how you managed to avoid my best attack mage, but may you rot in the pit!"

OOC: Califax successfully kicks the assassin (no damage, absorbed by armor) and hurling the tri-bow is able to provide a distraction (-2 to assassin attack roll)
Dii Ahnah strikes critically with her 1st dagger and achieves a full success with her second dagger (5 hp and check vs. CON at -5 and 5 hp, adjusted for armor and adamant)
Assassin fizzles his spell vs. Dii Ahnah, attacks Califax with his second action (full success 4 hp damage despite -2 penalty), then fails his CON roll vs. critical hit (dropping incapacitated)

Assassin
CR +6 PR 2 HP: 8/21
Dagger DR 5 or Spell

Dii Ahnah: 25/28     Califax: 4/20

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Meanwhile back at the inn everyone hears a general hue and cry as people call for the guards to the market area and come close enough to be heard. The innkeeper is heard to cry out; "What's that? Some trouble in the market? That cannot be, make sure if there is a guard nearby to send him quickly!" and some of his children run out in different directions.
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In reply to Bringer of Darkness (msg #68):

Dii sees the assassin drop and immediately spins him onto his stomach, holding both arms in the folded, "about to snap" position behind his back. A small amount of pressure toward his head would render them broken. She plans to hold him constrained thusly until the Watch arrives. Without looking she calls out "Cal, how bad is it? Stay with me! The cities guard is almost here!"

If Dii hears the assassin utter his "incantation" or similar, she breaks an arm.

Right arm first...

Staggering back from the last blow Califax sits down heavily on the ground and clutches at his wounds.  He shakes his head at Dii.

I don't feel so good.  Like my skin is burning..... I think there might have been something on his blade...... Going to have to make the ward stronger I think.

He was trying to breath slowly but having a bit of trouble.

As the children run off, she watches them go.

"I shall go see if I can help," she says calmly.  "What way to the market?"

The innkeeper looks at Shadow and points with his hand down one street; "Follow straight down that way, you can't miss the market. It may be especially easy to find with whatever is going on there as people will either be running to or away from that area."

OOC: To Dii Ahnah and Califax, remember the Djaffir is still masked. He can glare and talk through the mask.
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Upon hearing the upset, Aaban will quickly conclude his prayers, and make way to the area with his mace and crossbow at hand.

In reply to Aaban (msg #73):

Pinning the Djaffirs arms in place with her knees, Dii unmasks the assassin. "Tell me about the poison on your blade, or I will make sure your arms never heal properly, even with magic."

Upon unmasking the "Djaffir" assassin Dii Ahnah's suspicions are confirmed, the gathered crowd oohing and ahhing as if a magic trick was done. The face of a Rajan glares up at her, the chin and forehead horn have obviously been removed, and runes have been tattooed onto his face. He laughs at your question despite his obvious injuries then replies; "You act as if your threats hold any meaning to one who will garner the glories of Death himself when I pass. Had your blow not incapacitated me I would have fought until the end. But it amuses me to answer your question so I will. The poison is nothing more special than anything you can find in any black market, it is designed to do damage and nothing more. The discomfort it causes is a pleasant side effect."

A few moments later Aaban and Shadow arrive as well as several Dracartan watchmen. The watch tell the crowd to go about their business and not keep blocking street traffic and people grudgingly start moving along. The Rajan looks over at Shadow and Aaban and a secret smile passes across his lips as he nods his head.

With a grunt and some effort Califax stands up again clutching at the wounds and shaking his head.

Don't toy with it any more.  The guards are here and should be able to take care of things.  I think I'll need a bit of a rest before we continue with our shopping trip. Looking over to the two new comers from the group he offers a weak smile, Ah.... good to see more friendly faces.

"You're injured," she says simply and she reaches out to check the wound, but pulls back.  "I'm sorry.  May I check and assist you?  I am discovering that not all are willing to accept help for fear of a later price."

Her expression is bland as well as her voice.  She doesn't seem offended or bothered, but she waits patiently for Califax to answer.

Califax gives the Ariane a smooth smile.

I'd rarely turn down such an offer my good lady.  And any healing art you have would allso be greatly received.  If there does turn out to be a price later then pah... it's something in the future, I'm concerned with the precent at the moment.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #77):

Aaban nods gravely at Shadow's words, "I have discovered that a great many are unwilling to accept help, to be shown the light, but we should still offer it."

The watchmen finally clear the crowd as much as possible, surrounding the members of the group and their current captive. The obvious leader of the watch looks down at Dii Ahnah and the Rajan assassin; "Well done lady Danuvian, we can take this vermin from here. I am sure he may have something of interest to divulge."

The Rajan looks back and forth from Dii Ahnah, the watch, and the others of the group for a moment then laughs somewhat maniacally; "Oh yes, something to divulge indeed. Your whole nation will see soon enough what the Rajan have to show. I thank you for the dance "lady" Danuvian, I imagine I shall see you on the other side and we will see who is laughing then."

In reply to Bringer of Darkness (msg #80):

"Indeed, Rajanin. But as your unvanquished target just stated, I am more concerned with the present than any possible futures."

To the leader of the watch, "Should you dissect any information pertinent to our cause from this desert worm, please keep us apprised. Feel more than welcome to put the boot to him, should it coerce his tongue."

Before letting the Rajanin up into the care of the watch, Dii pats him down for a coinpurse or anything of value...

Dii Ahnah bends to the task of searching the Rajan assassin, a few of the watch stay close to watch for treachery and a few others still shoo away some stragglers who mill around to watch the proceedings. The Rajan glares at Dii Ahnah as she pats him down and a wicked smile comes over his face; "Seeking some mementos of our dance lady? Perhaps you seek the poison I used on your friend? I don't think the Dracartans approve of the use of poison. However it is all academic anyhow, you will all remember the face of Narishna."

With that last word the Rajan's eyes go jet black and one of the runes tattooed onto his skin flares for a moment. An instant later he screams and his body explodes with a horrific wet sound, spraying the surrounding area with gore, entrails, and fragments of bone. Those in the area are lacerated by the fragments; Dii Ahnah, all the watch, and a small Dracartan child who had wandered too close. The watch are all badly wounded but survive, Dii Ahnah's armor protects her from some of the blast, but the child is drops to the ground in a torn, bleeding heap. A moment later a woman's scream is heard from nearby as a woman bursts from the crowd and sees her child. Aside from the heartrending scream the area is deathly silent.

OOC: The Rajan's body is detonated by a triggered spell. All the watch take 18 hp of damage (20 hp -2 PR for armor). Dii Ahnah takes 15 hp of damage (20 hp -5 PR for armor). The child takes all 20 hp of damage and drops. The blast was a 5 foot radius.

Watchmen (6): 4/22
Dii Ahnah: 10/28
Dracartan Child: -10/10

The shock of the explosion causes Califax to fall from his feet again with an annoyed yell.  Shaking his head and looking at the carnage he points to the bodies on the ground.

Forget about helping me.... see to them.

Shr reaches out and probes the area aount the wound with cool fingers, examining the damage done.  Carefully she begins actually touching the wound, singing quietly in a soothing voice.

"I think it would be best to have you lay down and remove the clothes from the wounded areas.  Would you like to have a poultice and heal naturally, or do you prefer some simple magic to stitch the skin back together," she asks, still looking at the injuries.

Burikan just finished donning his armor when the explosion happens. He was able to ignore the prior commotion but this new distraction proves too much for his curiosity and he heads down from his room into the street below, fully armed and armored in his own fashion.

Yes yes.... I can lie down later somewhere comfortable and be seen to.  Right now those people need it a bit more urgently than I do.

Califax waves over at the blasted area.

I'll welcome magic once there is less to worry about.

More watch start showing up in small groups. The area is still surprisingly quiet. Aside from any conversation from the group there are quiet conversations among the watch as they tend to their fellows, the agonized sobbing of the mother as she rocks the torn body of her child, and the murmurs of the once again gathered throng. The injured watchmen's faces are blank with shock and they look around almost as if unsure where they are. One of the watch is sent off to get D'Sava and bring him to the scene of the carnage.

Sathras sits up-right in the room at the sound of the distant blast.

"Murron... think that 'nother sky-fire hitting? Strange boom."

She walks to the child and the grief stricken mother.  She places a cool hand on the child's head and mutters something.  The her flecked silver eyes lift to the mother and a single tear is tracking down her cheek.

"For such a travesty to happen to one so young, be assured that they are not in pain.  Please, come to the inn I am at tonight.  I have something that might help you," she tells the mother gently and makes sure to tell her how to get to the inn.  "I will record the memory of this lovely child and they will forever be remembered by my people."

She stands then and looks at Dii, "I will see to you back at the Inn, as well as Califax."  Her head turns and she looks at the guard.  For a moment, it almost looks like emotion flickers over her face and she nods to the watchman.  "You will need to come with me.  I will bathe you and repair as much damage as I am able, and give you the means of healing quickly."

With that she laces her arm carefully around the watchman.  "Please, lean on me and come with me.  The other things can wait."

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #89):

OOC: It is actually several watchmen who were injured, six to be exact. All were right around the Rajan when he detonated.

Once the first is settled she helps another and motions for the rest to follow her.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #91):

OOC: Is Dii even conscious? That was 2/3rds of her HP lost all at once.

Aaban, moves closer to the scene, a look of disgust twisting his stern features.  He looks for the senior member of the watch, and offers, "I know some healing magics, if that might be of assistance."

He turns, looking to the mother and child, his features a mix of sadness and anger.

In reply to Dii Ahnah (msg #92):

OOC: Yes Dii is still conscious, I don't believe there are rules for losing a boatload of hp all at once.

The mother looks up at Shadow with utter despair on her face but there is a tiny glimmer of hope in her eyes. The wounded watchmen gather in a small group, basically supporting each other so they can move without falling, waiting to follow Shadow back to the inn when Burikan and Aaban show up. They take in the carnage with wide eyes, not accustomed to seeing innocents suffer. A moment later everyone hears a roar of mixed rage and grief coming from the crowd which parts to admit someone very familiar to Burikan. T'Vala is seen to stagger in from the crowd, joining who is now obviously his wife kneeling on the ground holding their dead daughter. He looks up at Burikan, his rage burning in his eyes but a question on his face. Shortly afterwards D'Sava shows up with his heavily armed escort, confusion and anger battling on his face; "By Jamba, what has happened here? I want answers fast, someone better know something! I heard whispers that there is a Rajan here."

In reply to Bringer of Darkness (msg #95):

"Yes, Rajan. He attacked Califax and I, but he seemed more intent on Califax. I had restrained him and was searching him when he just... exploded. He mentioned a name... "You will all remember the face of Narishna..."

Overhearing Aaban and Shadow, Dii says "I could use healing. I have no coin to offer though." She starts patting herself down to make sure all her accouterments and bodyparts are still in place.
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Burikan's heart sinks to the pit of his stomach when his eyes lock with his comrade from the windship. He was not one for making friends but this man had earned his respect and it hurt him to see him grieve so. Still he was Harakin, he could only allow his own grief to show briefly in his eyes to his new friend.

He slowly walks near to where T'Vala and his wife grieve over their slain daughter.

Oblivious to the commotion outside, the Trapsmage is reading his note book, sipping water, and rather enjoying the quietness of the windowless room. A small candle is nearby, providing dim light, but the older Kasmirin appreciates the comfortableness it provides him.

Aaban will approach her, putting away his weapons as it appears all the action is over, and taking out his thick prayerbook.  "Would you pray with me, Dii Ahnah, give thanks and accept the gift of Aa's healing?"

She glances over and nods to Aaban and Dii.

"I will only take a gift for healing," she replies.  Then she looks to the father of the small girl.  "Sir, Madam, please visit me this evening.  Physical healing needs to be seen to first, then I will do what I can for your hearts and souls."  With that  she begins to walk toward the inn, slowly so that those injured can keep up easily.

As she walks she spots one of the children from the inn and catches their eye.

"Little one," she calls.  "Please have eight beds with pillows laid out on the floor of my room, a large basin or two of water and as many clean rags as you can find.  I have work ahead of me."  She nods to the child as they scamper off and continues at the slow and careful pace with those injured.

Califax joins the staggered watchmen in making their way towards the inn, parting a few words over his shoulder towards the official.

I have a feeling the assassins aim was to delay or otherwise hinder our work here.  If you want a full statement then maybe I can give one after I've been stitched up some.  The daggers cut deeply it feels like.

In reply to Califax (msg #101):

To Aaban, "Acceptance is easy, and I'm always grateful to my benefactors. But would Aa listen to the prayers of one such as I?"

D'Sava looks at Califax and nods his head; "I will definitely want to hear more from everyone involved. I am grateful for your group's assistance with healing our watch. I am going to station a watch patrol outside the inn and a couple inside just in case. It does seem the Rajan are aware of our search for aid."

T'Vala looks up at Burikan with gratitude in his eyes that fights with his anger at the horror. He speaks directly to Burikan, his voice tense with barely controlled rage; "A child! MY child! I always knew the Rajan were snakes but this is beyond tolerance. I will make them pay! Somehow, I will make them all pay!" After his statement he buries his face in his hands and is shaking with grief and rage. His wife leans against him, still holding their daughter as tears flow openly down her face but she nods to Shadow; "We will be there. Anything you can do to ease our grief will be appreciated. May Jamba go with you."

In reply to Dii Ahnah (msg #102):

Aaban look Dii directly in the eyes, his gaze intense, yet strangely gentle.  "Aa listens to all who ask his aid, if they are sincere in their hearts."  He smiles, ever so slightly, "sometimes his answers are not what we mortals want to hear, but he always listens."

If she appears willing, he then opens his prayerbook, takes her hands in his, and begins to intone, "Aa, grant thy blessings upon this, thy servant, though she is unlearned in your ways, but seeks to right a great wrong, a blasphemy in your sight..." he goes on for some minutes in the manner, in some places obviously quoting from learned doctrines, others adapting for the details of the current situation.

In reply to Aaban (msg #104):

Dii listens and responds to Aaban with respect and reverence.

With a worried glance, Murron says, "no, not sky-fire, but something not good for sure.  Although, I guess we should see what the commotion is about.  Come on, Sathras."

Murron will grab his weapon's belt and runs out of the room and down the street with the others.  He'll stop and wait for Sathras to catch up if he follows Murron.

In reply to Dii Ahnah (msg #105):

As Aaban nears the end of his prayers, a white light envelops his hands, flows over them and onto Dii Ahnah's down her arms, and over her entire body, seeking out her wounds, soothing and healing some of them.


[OoC:  His healing spell heals her for 5 hp of damage.]

Sathras nods, grabbing his spiked glove and bracers, and following Murron.

Califax staggered back to the inn with the rest of the injured watch soilders, the group mutually supporting one and other.  To one he gives a smile.

You know I could really use a drink right now.

Sathras reaches the door of the inn, holding it open with his tail while his eyes scan the street. His fists clench and unclench seemingly reflexively. He spots the wounded heading his way and stops. He straightens up a bit.

"Murron," he says in a loud voice. "There be trouble."

He stays by the door while Califax and the guards make their way in, his eyes trying to watch the street beyond.

In reply to Sathras the Bold (msg #110):

"My thanks to both you and Aa, Aaban. Perhaps we should head back to the inn and see if we can't be of use to those wounded who've gathered there."

"Sathras, be a dear and help carry them to my quarters.  I will need some help, can you and Murron help me get them in?  We will need to get the wounds exposed so I can see the extent of the damage and take care of it," she nods as she continues helping the two guards back to her quarters.

The innkeeper's children are milling around carrying fresh water and clean cloths to Shadow's room. While everyone is assisting the watchmen up to Shadow's room a detail of 8 watchmen arrive, 4 of which stay outside patroling the immediate area, 2 come inside and stay downstairs and 2 more follow up to Shadow's room to guard outside the door. This group is more heavily armed and wary for anything strange. The look with concern at their fellows who were so grievously wounded. Shadow's room is tightly packed with sleeping pads which the watchmen slowly lay down upon, groaning in pain and their blood still slowly seeping from their wounds.

"This isn't my job normally, but all of us are capable at it," she says as she begins carefully stripping the clothes away from one of the guards.  "Little one, there is a lot of blood here, use a small rag with a little water on it and carefully clean the blood away while I get the rest of them undressed."

With that, she hums quietly, while cool and slender fingers care for the wounded.

Sathras holds the door while the soldiers come in. "Sathras not good at fixing holes. Sathras can make holes. Not so good at making holes go away." He shakes his reptilian head.

"Sathras will go watch for more people with holes. Murron say this not sky-fire. When smart folk know what happen, smart folk come tell Sathras," he asks, and once they're all inside he moves to take up a position near the doors to continue watching the street.

She points to the children and directs them to clean the guards and make them as comfortable as possible.  She then kneels beside the first guard and looks at plethora of wounds on the mans body.  She sees pieces of fleshy bone jutting from some of the wounds, others have long slivers.  She carefully draws each piece of bone from each wound while whispering words of calm and peace.  One hand reaches up and clasps the purple stone around her neck and she dips her fingers into her pouch.  In one of the basins that has been untouched, she pours the herbs in and stirs the water with clean fingers.  She sings quietly to the water as she does so.  The water seems to grow greener and the room fills with the scent of green and growing things.  She pulls her fingers from the water and begins dipping the clean cloth into the water.  She applies the medicated cloths to the now empty wounds.  Her voice seems to grow louder but her lips stop moving and she moves carefully.

She moves from one to the next, drawing the bone and flesh from each guard, then applying cloths to the wounds.  As she cleans out the wounds, a few tears track down her face and she seems genuinely saddened by the carnage.  She whispers quiet words of ease and comfort to each guard as she works on him, while the sound of her song seems to resonate quietly from the bowl that the herbs and water are in.

Finally, when she reaches Califax she strips away the clothes from his wounds.  Gentle fingers touch and probe.  She looks at the almost empty bowl and lays two last cloth pieces into it, soaking all the rest of the liquid up.  She hums and places the cloth over the wounds.

After almost an hour and a half she sits back, the quiet song and smell of growing things fading away.

"I will see to you all again in a moment, the wounds that my spells didn't heal will be packed with more herbs and bound.  The bandages will need to be changed daily.  If you would give me a moment for me to get a drink, I will begin working again," she says quietly.
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In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #116):

OOC: Still being wounded, I was trying to get Dii back to the inn to be a part of the further healing. I'm not sure if I can insert myself into that scenario, but here goes. Good posting, Shadow.

Making her way to Shadows room back in the inn, Dii (and Aaban?) arrives to where the soldiers all lay in wait for healing. The scene creates an inner struggle for her. Seeing the guards in disarray makes her want to help them, but she herself is still part of the wounded party. Her eyes narrow in on Califax and she feels a bit more at ease. That is, until she sees how hurt he is.

"Cal? Is there anything I can do to ease your pain?" She sits next to him and awaits a reply...
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In reply to Dii Ahnah (msg #117):

OOC: You and Shadow can retcon the post a touch, all she needs to do is throw down another healing roll. Califax however has already been healed. :-) Once all the healing is done a good 2 hours will have passed.

Califax waits his turn, having pulled off the frock coat he wears, looking at the knife holes and wiping his own blood off the fabric.  Slowly the rips in the cloth start to re-knit back together.  Thankful for the healing that Shadow brings Califax offers a smile, though the knife wounds were not many or overly deep it was the draining effect that the poison had taken on him that really hurt.  When Dii arrived he looked up with a mostly bright smile.

Glad to see your in one piece there Dii.  As for easing of pain..... I don't think there is much more you could do other than be here.

With his torso on display it can now be seen easily that on the inside of his right lower arm is a intricate tattoo of a Tri-bow, across his shoulders a scene of a ship blown in a storm is depicted as well, the artistry is rather fine.

Aaban will return to the in, assisting Dii in her still wounded state.

Once there, and she is able to rest, he will look to the other guardsmen wounded there.  "If any here would seek the assistance of Aa, I would gladly be his vessel and offer his aid and comfort to those who fight the darkness," he offers.

She looks up at Aaban, and nods to him.

"I am coming brave warrior woman," she says.  She pours a little more fresh water into the now empty basin and reaches into her pouch and pulls out a pinch of herbs.  As the herbs fall from her fingers, she grasps her purple stone and sings a snatch of song and the room fills again with the smell of green and growing things.  She drops a few cloth pieces into the water and they soak up all the water.  She presses the cloth to the wounds and nods to Dii.  Her flecked silvery-gray eyes blink slowly.  "If you need me to apply another poultice I will.  If you'll excuse me, I will be back in a moment."

With that she stands and mixes another poultice up and begins bandaging the still injured guards.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #121):

Dii looks to Shadow with grateful eyes and says in Elder Tongue ""

Then, looking to Califax she says "Who'd've thought we'd be licking our wounds as a group so early on?"

OOC: Double contraction points?

Califax gives a roguish smirk trying to cover the fatigue he felt after being so heavily poisoned.

No licking has happened as of yet, mores the pitty.

He glances down at his coat to see how the repairs are coming along.

I think I need to have that cleaned.  My blood is the wrong colour to blend well with the design.

Between Shadow and Aaban as much healing as can be done is taken care of. The remaining wounds are cleaned and bandaged and any further healing needs to take place over time or with a potion. The watch are all resting and regaining their strength so they can leave the inn. Dii Ahnah is also resting, unfortunately magics were not able to close all her wounds but at least they are cleaned and bound. Shadow and Aaban refresh themselves and rest after their exertions.

Shortly afterwards T'Vala and his wife come up the stairs to Shadow's room and knock at the door, their grief still palpable. T'Vala looks at his wife then at Shadow before speaking; "We are here as you requested. I don't know what if anything you can do to ease our pain at all, but it can't hurt to try. What is it you wish of us?" His wife just looks at Shadow with hope and grief alternating in the gaze of her eyes.

D'Sava also returns and checks with the watch outside and inside, making sure everything is secure. His expression is very grim and he comes up to speak with the injured watch as well as Dii Ahnah and Califax; "I have informed the king of what I know of what took place. He is very concerned and hopes to have the meeting as soon as everyone is able. I wish to hear more detail from everyone involved in the original incident as to what and how things transpired."

D'Sava takes a seat on a chair and takes out a logbook, ink, and a quill in preparation of taking down statements.

Califax frowned in concentration as he tried to recall all that had happened.

Myself and Dii were walking the market discussing what we were looking for.  As we passed the alleyway the would be assassin launched his attack, which failed to do the intended job.  I lowered my bow at him and told him to stand down and surrender, Dii likewise issued an ultimatum.  He made a move and I fired, however something was wrong with my bow and it was off target and jammed.  The assailent then used magic and his knife to attack us, Dii responded with her own weaponery and I did what I could with what was available at my disposal.  Eventually Dii brough the man to the ground as the watch turned up.  As people were clustered around he spoke some and then spoke a trigger word that caused the spell to activate that did the damage and took life.

In reply to Califax (msg #125):

Dii listens to Califax' statement agreeably, and fills in whatever spaces she can from her own empirical perspective, her gallantry and battle prowess not withheld. She makes it known that if it wasn't for the would be assassins seeming intent on Califax she would've had less opportunity to strike. In no way does she act accusatory of Califax though, just bringing it up as a simple fact for the record.

Her lips twitch at the words that Dii speaks to her.  "No, you don't," is her reply.  She hears talking in the hall and she carefully extracts herself from the room and notices the parents from earlier.  She looks at the parents and nods to them.

"Let me get a less crowded room," she says quietly, and with her fingers she summons a child.  "Please may I use this room here, I think it's empty.  I only need it for a little while.  Some where private and comfortable."

When the child runs off to ask or find somewhere else for her to take the parents of the small girl she turns back to them and reaches out with both hands to take their hands.

"Grief isn't something I can remove," she begins.  "It shouldn't be removed.  It is what makes us who we are, as bad as it feels it is good for us.  But I can ease some of the pain, and make sure that your child is remembered forever, never forgotten no matter what happens.  The process is going to be rough at times, and you will cry.  Usually by the end your heart will be a little lifted.  Are you still willing to do this," she asks.

The watch fill in what few details they have to Califax and Dii Ahnah's story and D'Sava seems reasonably satisfied, stopping his writing and waiting for the ink to dry in the logbook.

Shadow is led to a currently empty room with T'Vala and his wife. They sit cross-legged on the floor, looking at her expectantly. T'Vala speaks briefly to acknowledge Shadow's words; "We don't want the grief gone, we will always remember out little girl. To have her memorialized for all time would be a blessing however as well as an honor. We are both willing to do what is needed to do, you merely need to tell us what you want us to do. Once this is done there is another task I will need to attend to, but there is certainly no rush."

OOC: Just so you know Dii Ahnah, you got 5 hp from Aaban and 5 hp from Shadow (partial success). Both wounds have been attended to with magic so the remaining 8 hp will need to heal naturally (or a healing elixir if one is bought).

Well rested, and well read, Kafa secures his items in his room, leaving for a little fresh air. Enjoying the solitude the room gave to him, he is due for a respite, and perhaps even a snack.

Walking out and down the hall with his walking stick in hand, the shuffling gate can be heard sooner than he is seen. As he comes across some rather somber individuals when he hits the common room, the Kasmirin thinks a quiet meal would be ideal. Maybe this place isn't so bad? Not too much noise out here."

Looking to call out for a servant, he asks, "I'd like to see what meal choices we have here."

"All you need to do is talk.  Share your memories with me," she says, grasping the crystal in her hand.  She lays down on her back on the floor in front of them.  "I will record all of your words and as much of your emotions as I am able.  When I return home, they will be included in all the thoughts and memories of my people.  She will live on forever with the histories of all this land.  A small bright wildflower growing in a sea of green grasses."  For a moment, she almost smiles.  "I have the memory of her face in my mind.  Begin when you are ready."

Her white hair pools around her head a few strands draped across her face.  Her silvery eyes with rainbow flecks in them blink a few times as she looks at the parents, then they slowly close and she exhales.  Her body grows still and the purple stone around her neck begins to glow softly while clasped in her thin and graceful fingers.

Burikan watches from the bar at the inn as the white haired woman and his friend T'Vala and his wife go into an empty room. He wonders at what sort of thing they might be doing but not for long...he is not that deep a thinker.

Murron silently followed Shadows' directions and aided her when she needed it.  Once everything was in position and the Ariane started her healing work, Murron quietly leaves and goes to stay near Sathras.

As he walks up to the Sauran, he says in a somber tone, "if anyone can aid the children properly, I think that Shadow would be it.  Let's do our job, and keep watch while the others do their jobs."

Murron sighs gloomily and starts watching the inn, the soldiers, and the patrons.

When Califax mentions this, Aaban makes a warding gesture, and adds gruffly, "Narishna.  The Rajan invoked Narishna as his trigger."  He clears his throat, looking as though he'd like to spit to clear a foul taste.

Califax nodded and shifted slightly still rather uncomfortable on the inside.

That was the trigger for the spell.  A disturbing name to give a disturbing effect.  Magic is like that especially when it involves names and symbols.  In therory any name or word might work, but the way it flows if the world knows the word and links it with the effect it works more readily.

In reply to Califax (msg #134):

Directed to D'Sava...

"If there is nothing else, I'd like to perhaps go to my room and try to sleep. This day has taxed not only my body greatly but my mind as well."

With that, she slowly attempts to get up and walk to her quarters.
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The server comes to take Kafa da Nir's order, detailing various delicacies both local and from abroad. While doing this Kafa da Nir is struck by the fact that several of the somber people are the local watch you also see some other watchmen come down from upstairs with bandages on parts of them as they leave. The watchmen on guard give Kafa da Nir a funny look at his apparent nonchalance, wondering if he has any idea what recently took place.

T'Vala and his wife follow Shadow's direction and share all their memories of their child. Many tears are shed but there are moments of laughter as well. After a time they finish speaking and thank Shadow for all she has done. There is a feeling of peaceful acceptance as they leave, going back to take care of funerary details. T'Vala speaks to Shadow as they leave; "We will never forget what you have done for us, hopefully I will have the opportunity to pay you back. May Jamba watch over you and smooth your path."

D'Sava closes his logbook once the ink dries and appears satisfied with the information received. He looks at Dii Ahnah's still wounded figure and nods at her request; "There are still many hours until the meeting with King A'Semna so I bid you take your rest as you can. I will send armed guards to escort you all to the palace at the appointed time."

D'Sava overhears the conversation between Aaban and Califax, nodding his head gravely; "Narishna is indeed a name of dire portent. He was an ancient necromancer of surpassing might and many Rajan revere him for his power and his corruption. It is not surprising they weave his name into their magics. This whole venture has taken an even darker tinge, more information will be provided."

With that D'Sava exits the inn to return to the palace, his personal guard in tow. The 8 watchmen remain behind to provide security to the inn and your group but the other injured watchmen limp out of their to go and recover through time. Each thanks Shadow and Aaban for their ministrations and wish the group well in Jamba's name.

In reply to Bringer of Darkness (msg #136):

As Dii enters her temporary chambers, she immediately takes account of the light sources and the reflective surfaces. She goes to the windows and the archway of the balcony and pulls the drapes closed. She takes a look at the bed and decides to move it from the wall to the center of the room. She then puts all her gear except for her weapons against the wall by the door to the room. She then lays on her back in the center of the bed with her hammer to her left and her bastard sword on her right. She closes her eyes to the world and slips into ethereal darkness, relying on her sharp hearing as her watchful sentinel...
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Califax lounges in the makeshift infirmary still feeling rather sorry for himself, he was not in much of a mood to do anything.  Even the thought of drinking or eating to excess just left him hollow.  The dressed wounds were still sore and the fatigue from the poison still lingered uncomfortably.

Aaban crouches next to Califax, indicating a seat next to him.  "May join you?"

Walking back in after bidding the parents a safe journey she looks at the faces of those injured laying around her room.  Her face is passive and no emotion shows on it.  She looks at each individual carefully before walking to her empty bed and sitting on it.  She sees that Aaban is trying to talk to Califax.  Her fingers reach up and brush the purple stone around her neck and she takes a deep breath.  Then she reaches into one of the pouches on her belt and rummages for a moment before drawing out a bundle.  Her expression says that she might smile, but no smile appears on her lips.  Carefully she places the bundle in a small clay bowl and she lights a fire in another bowl.  She pours some water over the small bundle and then carefully stacks the bowls so the heat from the flame can simmer the herbs.
"To clear our minds and help us rest," she says quietly.
Then, she lowers herself to the small pallet that is her bed and closes her eyes.
"If someone would like to speak to me, I am available.  Please do not hesitate in fear of disturbing or waking me."

Califax pats the seat and nods.

Please do.  Anything perticular you wish to talk about or just general words?  Either way I admit having someone to talk with would help take my mind off things.

He winces slightly and tries to relax.

Seeing that things have calmed down considerably and that the wounded have all be tended, Murron pats Sathras on his massive shoulder and says in a depressed tone, "I must rest now, my friend, to be of useful service for whatever curse crosses our path tomorrow.  I will retire to our room now."

The large Sauran nods his reptilian head. "Rest. Yes, rest. Do not bad things come at night? Sathras will watch for a bit, then rest, too."

Murron sighs heavily and says in a dejected and defeated tone, "bad things do not know the turning of the moons and suns and come calling at their own whims, my friend.  Don't stay up too late.  Good night."

OOC: Everyone does know it is only early afternoon yes? That they will be brought to meet with the king in the evening? I thought I made that clear but if not I apologize.

OOC: No, no. Sathras say all bad stuff happen at night! Dii and Califax nearly blown up. Being blown up is bad. Thus Sathras say it must be night now! ;)

In reply to Sathras the Bold (msg #146):

OOC: I knew it was Afternoonish. She's only resting because I figured getting 2/3rds blown up and not fully healed would take a toll. Plus if you don't see it, there's an underlying theme of "Warriors poutiness" goin' on.

In reply to Dii Ahnah (msg #147):

OOC: That's fine, I just wanted to make sure everyone was on the same page with the time. That being said you will have a good 6 hours to rest.

Aaban sits, regards Califax, his gaze serious.  "You look as though you feel empty.  There is that which would always make you full, if you were interested.  I know it is not generally the way of your kind, but perhaps you might consider following the teachings of Aa, and enjoy the grace he fills you with."

Califax turns to look at the Aamanian and offers a weak smile.

What I feel at the moment is discomfort, thanks to the kind ministrations of those that have the knowledge pain is now not to much of an issue.  I regret I'm not one who follows teachings very well, thats why I'm not an arch mage working in a tower over looking Cymril.  I live by the moments and the day, yes I plan some but maybe not as much as the next man.  I respect a man like you though.  Devotion, studious dedication to following that which you know to yourself to be right, it give you great power and that is something that can't be ignored or truely taken away from you.  I'm willing to listen but can't promise I will act on your teachings, or be dedicated to paying attention to them for long periods of time.

He lent back against the wall and gave a nod to the faithful man.

Ordering a little snack from the offered local ware, he asks, "I'll have a small order of that first one. I can get that in a half order, yes? And then the discount will be half too?" He'll grumble about the price even if given a discount, but will pay what is required.

As he waits and then receives a meal, he does notice the injured soldiers coming about, and that gets him to ask, "Are all the soldiers here under constant attack? What has happened here?"

Kafa wonders if he's come unto a battle scene. It seems so much different than when he arrived several hours earlier.

One of the watchman overhears Kafa da Nir's question with a look of incredulousness on his face and steps up to inform him of the goings on of the past couple hours. He fills him in on all the (literally) gory details and explains how two of his party were seriously injured.

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Many hours pass in which people rest, refresh themselves, make their prayers, and work on processing what had occurred. Eventually a large group of heavily armed Dracartans show up at the inn to collect the party. Dii Ahnah is still very sore but does feel a bit more refreshed from the rest. Everyone gathers outside and are encircled by the soldiers who escort them to the palace to meet with King A'Semna. The group is astonished by the size and ornateness of the palace as well as the fact that it too is plated in red iron. Once everyone is led to the throne room, which is filled not only with the king and the 9 councilmen but countless soldiers and members of the court.

A group of Thaumaturges resplendent in their white robes withdraw their caduceuses and approach the entrances of the throne room, each heavily guarded. They each pull out a tiny vial and make some adjustments to their caduceuses then carefully uncap the vial. They pass the caduceus in a wide path marking the borders of each exit and people in the room hear a strange sound, almost a crunching or crushing sound. A moment later it becomes obvious that each exit has been blocked by a wall of solidified air as it has become translucent from the process. Each thaumaturge and his guards takes up a position by each exit to stand watch.

With that done the Dracartan on the throne, obviously King A'Semna stands and gestures for the group to approach the throne. The group is followed by soldiers which part to admit one lone Dracartan, recognized by several of the group to be T'Vala, fully caparisoned for war; "Please honored guests, come stand before me. I see you have a friend joining you as well. Forgive the amounts of soldiers but I am trying to prevent further chaos if possible. I am ashamed to admit I was surprised that the Rajan would have acted so quickly here in my city. If you have not guessed I am King A'Semna. If you would each briefly introduce yourselves and explain what you bring to this endeavor we can begin."

OOC: Dii Ahnah, you heal 2 hp for having fully rested for 6 hours (7 hp per day healing, divided by 4 then rounded up).
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In reply to Bringer of Darkness (msg #152):

Dii steps forward courteously. "Your highness, I am Dii Ahnah, Message Runner and Cartographer to the city-state of Danuvia. I've been asked to assist in the efforts here and make an assessment to report back to my own military. I thank you for graciously letting me do this."

Murron gulped down the welling sense of doom that was insidiously creeping its way to the forefront of his thoughts, and took a half step forward and bowed deeply from the waist.

As he rose from the bow he kept his head bowed respectfully, and then speaks loudly to be properly heard only but in a respectful tone, "Your Highness, I am Murron of Maruk and a soldier.  I have served in the Marukan Army and in the Borderlands Legion honorably."

After Murron Califax step forwards and sweeping off his hand and bowing deeply.

A true honour to be is your presence your Highness.  I am Califax, adventureous scolour and bowman.  Humbly at your service.

She watches T'Vala and looks at the others as they speak.  The rainbow flecks in her silvery eyes seem brighter than normal as she surveys those assembled.

"I," she begins, then her head cocks to the side as if she's contemplating her next word carefully.  "I am a moderately capable healer, both magically and herbally.  I am able to cook when needed, and forage for foods in the wild.  I have a wide variety of magical skills as well.  I will also be able to make a record of things, so that it will be available to future generations if they have the foresight to seek out my people."

She shrugs when she is finished, her expression still passive and introspective like always.

"You chief," says Sathras. "Sathras Sathras." He states pointing to himself. He tries to manage a bow like Murron's, but when he does his tail juts out behind him, swivelling in a circle to keep the brute's balance. "Sathras good at carrying heavy things. Sathras also good at fighting."

Aaban steps forward in turn, bows slightly and stiffly, and says simply, "I am Aaban of Aaman, Order of the Defenders of the Faith." 

Burikan is among the last to step forward. He gives a slight bow towards the king and says..."I am Burikan of the Buri Clan of Harak. I will be honest, I am here for the coin offered. I will do my best in your service to earn that coin."

Stepping forward a step, the Kasmirin rests on his staff for support as he announces, "Kafa da Nir. I'm a master Trapmage. Getting through locks and traps is what I do best. Though if you don't mind me asking, aren't you a bit young in years to be king?"

T'Vala steps forward near Burikan, leveling a small smile at him before addressing his king; "T'Vala my liege, formerly quartermaster of the Sirocco but I have received approval from D'Sava and I seek yours as well to be relieved of that duty for now. My child was slain when that foul Rajan released his spell and I wish to join this group to aid them and perhaps get a measure of revenge if we run into any Rajan."

T'Vala also looks over briefly at Shadow and bows his head slightly in thanks in her direction.
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A'Semna nods his head in acknowledgement as each person introduces themself. He laughs at Kafa's comment and speaks to him directly even as other members of the court cast sharp gazes at Kafa; "Ever like a Kasmirin to get right to the point. Let's just say I have aged well and I passed all the required tests in Jamba's eyes to be appointed as king."

A'Semna looks over at T'Vala and nods his head grimly; "Your request is most definitely granted. We could use you on the Sirocco but you have sound reason. You may join this group with Jamba's blessing if they will have you."

Both A'Semna and T'Vala look to the group awaiting their decision on his offer to assist them with their task.
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Her face expressionless, her gaze distant, her body giving no reaction that a question was posed to them.  After the span of a dozen heartbeats her lips move silently, then after about five words her voice chimes in.

". . . But you know this.  Vengeance isn't the reason to travel into this place, it isn't the reason to chase death.  Regardless, I will protect you if you are determined to join us.  I will not turn you away," her eyes lock onto T'Vala's face and her gaze which is usually introspective seems straight forward, hard, and searching.  She almost glares at him for near a minute before her expression softens again and her gaze grows distant.  "I vote yes to his presence, if there is a vote to be had."

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #163):

"Your Highness, with yours and Jambas blessing, how soon can we set off?"
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Burikan returns T'Vala's smile and clasps the man on his shoulder saying..."I am sorry about your daughter. You will not need of a friend when you travel with us."

He looks to the others and says..."I traveled here in T'Vala's company...a better man I have not yet met."

Califax nods and smiles.

There is no reason to decline the offer of another person helping, and one that knows local customes is always a fine asset to any group.  Pleased to have you with us T'Vala.

No matter how hard Murron tried to suppress that welling feeling of dread, it still leaked through his internal barriers and slowly filled him up.  He was mildly surprised to hear that T'Vala would be joining them, but he kept that emotion off his face.  The Marukan knew his place well and kept his head low and his mouth shut.

The Sauran keeps silent for the moment, but his head tracks from speaker to speaker, watching as each takes their turn.

A'Semna smiles and speaks again; "It seems this is something you will need to finish discussing amongst yourselves later. I know you are all eager to hear more information, if for no other reason then to move forward."

A'Semna gestures towards a table set with a veritable cornucopia of food and drink; "Please, sit and refresh yourselves while I fill you in with what we know to this point. As you well know on the night of The Ghost Moon a strange meteor fell to the earth, somewhere in the west. That somewhere was the citadel of Anasa, a center for both trade and military defense against our enemies. The cloud from the impact was large and also the same strange purple as the meteor glowed. For some time afterwards a strange purple dust was seen to fall in the area around Anasa as we tended to the few survivors and buried our dead. Our patrols and rescue parties returned with the few survivors, reporting that the citadel was almost entirely destroyed, a substantial crater in the ground."

A'Semna stops to take a breath and drink from his goblet before continuing, all his entourage watching him raptly; "We basically wrote off Anasa for now and went on with our business, drawing up plans to eventually begin its rebuilding. Within a week caravans were arriving telling of their fellows who were attacked by groups of wandering dead, even those caravans that were very heavily guarded. The dead attack with no concern for themselves, only what flesh they can grab onto. Patrols sent to investigate the trade route found destroyed caravans but no bodies. What few tracks were found seemed to head back to Anasa. At this time we sent out our requests for aid from all over Talislanta to investigate the ruins. While waiting we sent more patrols to carefully investigate the road leading to Anasa and its surroundings. What they found was groups of the dead, including those who had previously been with the attacked caravans. The dead seem to home in on the living but are easily outpaced by our Aht-ra, fortunately for our patrols who found themselves nearly surrounded by the dead."

A'Semna pauses again and his features take on a more serious mein; "We sent one last patrol to try and circumvent the dead to reach Anasa and see what goes on there. The patrol returned not long before you all arrived, minus some of its members unfortunately. The news they brought was grim indeed. They saw Rajan windships over the ruins, apparently looking over the hordes of the dead I am sure with no good intention. I am sure they wish to find out what is causing the dead to rise spontaneously and harness it for their own foul uses. That guess must hit close to home in light of the Rajan assassin who attacked your group and in his ensuing capture created more havoc when foul magics exploded his body. The Rajan obviously don't want anyone disturbing their research and finding out what they are planning and the attack came sooner that we ever expected. We will be searching diligently to see if there are more Rajan assassins among us. We want to know what the Rajan are doing, what they have found, and what is animating the dead. This is why you are all here, to gain as much information about these things and maybe even putting a stop to some of them if possible. Knowing all this are you still willing to aid us with this task?"
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Sathras starts to nod, but stops and quickly looks around at his compatriots for confirmation.

"The balance of nature must be restored," she replies with a small shrug.  "I am here, able, and willing to lend a hand."

Califax had taken a seat to listen to the king's words, taking advantage of the offered refreshments.  When A'Semna had finished he nodded and after taking a sip from his goblet smiled.

My services were offered with the knowledge that danger would be involved, so nothing has changed and my offer still stands.  It is a honour to serve in such a noble task.

Burikan takes a long pull from his vessel filled with a foamy adult Talislan beverages then leans forward saying "As I said before, I am here as a mercenary. I have no interest in the balance of nature or anything so noble. My goal here is the acquisition of coin, that simple. What are you offering as payment for this task?"
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Perhaps this is my cursed fate? Murron thinks to himself with a mixed feeling of dread and excitement.

"I agree, your Highness," Murron says formally, "however, Burikan does bring up a good point.  If any of us survive the Curse of Anasa, what recompense may we expect?"

Aaban, listens to the questions of the others, curious as to payment that might be offered.  He also takes a measured gaze around at his companions, curious why after this strange lot has been put together, they are suddenly asked if they would like to accept a new member.

In reply to Aaban (msg #175):

"I am here til the end whatever it may be, on behalf of Danuvia." Dii makes a small head bow to A'Semna and then begins planning her strategic attack on the refreshment table.

With the question of coin being offered, Kafa was going to offer that he is still quite interested, but he didn't want to sound to eager before the amount of coin was announced first. He didn't want to alter the amount to a smaller amount if it could be considered negotiable.

Calisfax poured drink into another goblet and pushed it in Dii's direction with a smile.  He was curious to find out the payment terms of this adventure into the unknown too but with good food and wine to be had he was being realxed about it.

King A'Semna smiles and nods a few times, having expected things to come to this eventually, especially with the mention of the Rajan; "Of course you are not expected to risk your lives for the mere thanks of a desert nation, there is reward to be had as well. Number one, any spoils you find on any of the dead and among the ruins of Anasa are yours. We took much of what we could find but be assured more is probably still secreted amongst the ruins. Number two, each member of your group will be paid the value of 1500 gold lumens in Dracartan pyramids; 500 now and 1000 more upon successful return. Number three, each member of the group will be given a healing elixir, poison antidote, and a moisture-tight flask containing powdered water that when reconstituted is equivalent to 4 gallons of pure water. Number four, the last but not the least, each member of the group will be able to work with our thaumaturgists to either have one of their possessions transformed or to craft a singularly unique item of use. Does this whet your appetites a bit more than mere promises and gratitude?"

A'Semna gestures to a nearby scribe to approach him and be ready to write down these terms if they are agreeable to the group. T'Vala hears the level of reward offered and his eyes widen at the generosity of his king to these unknown travellers.

Sathras bends his bulk down closer as if to conspiratorially whisper in Murron's ear.

However, instead of whispering, the Sauran's voice is as loud as ever. "What Murron think? Murron think this good price? Sathras usually paid in scraps or cast-off tools." He spreads his hands out in front of the Marukan, fingers splayed wide. "Sathras not even count to five hundreds easily."

Her gaze still distant she places her small hand on Sathras' arm.

"It s a good price," she tells him quietly.

Murron nods in agreement with Shadow's response, and says, "yes, my friend, it is a good offer."

Speaking up to be heard, Murron says respectfully to the Dracartan king, "your Highness, it is a most generous offer.  Thank you."

Califax stared at his goblet for a few moments getting control of himself so he didn't sound too overwelmed when he spoke.  He gave a short cough.

That is a generous and well accepted offer.  A fine physical reward to be put along side that of the thanks of this great nation.

In his head Califax's mind reeled, what would he do with the offer.... what was it he wanted.

Aaban bows his head sligthly, "A most generous offer," he says, solemnly.

Sathras looks back to the king and nods his head towards his companions, all the while his fingers rising and falling. "What Sathras's friends say."

Burikan juts out his lower lip and nods his head slowly. "A fair offer, your Highness. I gladly accept."

He sets his hand on his ever present tarak and wonders what powers the Kings magicians could bestow upon an already fearsome weapon.

In reply to Burikan (msg #186):

"Your highness, although you do very well in reciprocating us for this upcoming adventure, I wish to make it known to you that your gratitude and continued alliance with Danuvia is the greatest of these awards to me." With that, she raises her goblet given to her by Califax and nods penitently to A'Semna.
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King A'Semna listens to all the responses, nodding his head in acknowledgement to each person. When Dii Ahnah finishes her statement he addresses her directly briefly; "The alliance we have with Danuvia is of great value to us as well and we are grateful they send one of their own to aid us."

With that being said King A'Semna bows slightly to the group before continuing; "Know this; regardless of what may take place all your names will be placed in the annals of Carantheum for your bravery. For now please continue to take part in refreshment here and you will be led back to the inn afterwards under guard. Rest through the night then you will begin tomorrow, being escorted to the main trade road by a contingent of our desert scouts. Now, is there anything any of you wish to say further?"

In reply to A'Semna (msg #188):

Dii looks to A'Semna and nods again in demonstrative silence. Then she turns toward the table and Califax, producing a vacant goblet...

After the king has finished speaking, Satras stands with an array of fingers held out before him (two fingers on his left hand, one on his right). He nudges Murron with a thick elbow, still holding his fingers out. "Murron and Sathras get paid now, yes?" He wiggles the three fingers. "Five hundreds of coin. Sathras going to need a bigger sack."

Califax smiles at Dii and fills the proffered goblet and then lifts his own in a salute to the king.

To your health and generosity your highness.

Murron stands as well and almost spills his goblet from Sathras 'gentle' bump.

"Yes, Sathras," Murron says in a slightly hushed tone with a half-smile of amusement to his friend, "we'll get paid shortly."

Turning back to the King A'Semna, Murron holds his goblet high and salutes, "long live Dracarta and the Kingdom of Carantheum!  Long may King A'Semna reign!"

She remains standing behind them, not touching either food or drink, her expression distant.  Not cold or closed, she just seems as if she's not there with the rest of you.  For a moment, when Sathras speaks she comes back to reality and she looks at him, her silvery eyes with the rainbow flecks oddly focused on him before she glances around the room and then drifts away in thought.  After a moment she sighs quietly and her shoulders seem to relax some as one hand drifts up to the purple stone in the woven necklace.  Her eyes flutter closed and she stands stock still for the span of a few hundred heartbeats before her hand falls and she opens her eyes again.  This time she seems more in the now than she has at any other point in the discussion.  She remains quiet, watching the interactions between her new companions.

Aaban selects some simple fare and water to nourish himself, waiting with the others, and will also toast the king and his country.

King A'Semna acknowledges everyone's toast and returns one of his own which is echoed by everyone in the room; "To all of your health and to a successful venture! May Jamba watch over you all in his wisdom!" He sits back down and gestures to one of his entourage and addresses the group again; "I am instructing my treasurer to disburse to you all 500 gold lumens in Dracartan pyramids or an equal value in goods if there is anything you can think of that you each may need. You will also be provided with the potions and flask I spoke of."

OOC: If anyone wants to purchase anything using the initial payment just let me know. Unless there is anything further here I will assume everyone finishes the celebration then returns to the inn to sleep. At that point I will look to progress the game to the adventure proper.

In reply to A'Semna (msg #195):

Sathras nods at the king's speech, eyes drifting to the table of food and drink.

Relaxing now at the table enjoying the spread it didn't take too long for Califax to notice Sathras' gaze.  With a smile he poured another goblet of wine and offered it to the scaly warrior.

It looke like there is plenty for all and his Highness did say to enjoy the refreshments.

Califax got the feeling that Sathras had learned to be offered things before accepting, a hard life to grow up in servitude he though, so giving the lizard man a break would be a kindness.

Sathras takes the goblet in both hands, cradling it like an egg. He lifts it and drinks with exaggerated care, his eyes seeming to roll in his head as he looks from side to side watching those around him while he drinks.

In reply to Sathras the Bold (msg #198):

Dii waits for Sathras eyes to catch her gaze in their wandering, and holds her goblet up with a smile to her new sojourn companion. Then she goes back to pillaging the feast-table before her.

(If anyone pays attention for long enough, it may be noticeable that she is predominantly going after lean meats with the occasional small handful of fruit. At times she even goes so far as to pull one of her daggers to trim some of the fat to her obviously higher standard. But of the full glory of the bountiful buffet before her, she seems to frequent the wine most often.)

She remains back, watching.  Her ebony hands clasped in front of her in a relaxed position and as she watches the group interact she smiles just a little.

"Almost two full sets of ancient warriors have been gathered here today to fight this threat," she says.  "We're just missing a few."
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Content that the arrangements have been made and happy that T'Vala will be joining the group, Burikan, digs into the food with reckless abandon. Such is the way in Harak, where your next meal is a roll of the dice.

Despite the grim events of earlier and the daunting task looming in the morning there is a general air of merriment as people partake of the banquet. Toasts are made and received and the group gets many approving glances from the Dracartan court, even the amazingly well-mannered Sauran. From the light passing through the translucant air walls you can all see the day is drawing closer to night....

Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light, an enormous clap of thunder, and violent winds whip around the hall. When everyone's vision clears and they regain their equilibrium there is a strange sight in the center of the hall. Standing in a pattern of black squiggles which seem to be etched into the floor which was previously unadorned is a greymane burdened with travelling gear, looking around in confusion. In addition to the travelling gear the equus carries the traveller himself, looking very disheveled and equally confused. In one hand he holds a necklace of some sort, arcing with black and purple sparks. In his other hand a 10' long metal rod of some sort touches the ground, the same black and purple sparks playing over its entire surface. The green-skinned traveller's green and white streaked hair is standing on end in a crown around his head.

In a moment he is surrounded by Dracartan soldiers, some aiming their hurlants at the man and equus, others with their swords drawn, looking to the King and Council. Aside from the rushing of the soldiers the rest of the hall is eerily silent for a moment more.....then the King speaks; "By Jamba what was that and who are you to appear in my hall unbidden? Speak quickly and make no sudden moves else my soldiers strike you down."

The rest of the court watches and waits in silence for the man to speak....

"A heroic entrance for the missing hero," she says with a nod.  "These were the main two groups of players.  Others filtered in and out, but we're now all here."

She continues standing apart from everyone, where she can walk.  Her hand raising to the stone around her neck occasionally.

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #203):

"Cal? Do you by chance know this sudden Cymrylian?" Dii addresses Califax with eyes unerringly kept on their new guest...

Sathras chokes on his wine at the sudden appearance. Though he does his best not to spit and dribble upon the floor of this nobleman's room, he winds up coughing and coughing. Spittle dribbles from his scaly chin and the darker wine froths upon his lips.

His eyes wide, his head swivels from side to side, suddenly alert and attempting to ascertain danger between his fits of coughing. He lumbers forward, trying to put himself between harm and Murron first. Some part of his reptilian brain tells him to stop, that this is not his lava pit, not his fight. But the sudden surprise and lack of air from the coughing makes it difficult to see and to think.

Califax looks up from the floor to Dii and makes a shrugging motion.

There is a Cymrilian?

With a wince he starts to get up and right his chair.  The sudden violent apperance had made Califax jump with such supprise that his chair had toppled backwards and dumped him on the floor by the table.  Looking over at the rider Califax shook his head.

Not someone I know.

His left hand rested on his right wrist, last time Dii saw him do that the following second there had been a tri-bow in his hands.

Aaban's hand flexes, instinctively reaching for his mace, but he forces himself to relax and withdraw his hand.  The newcomer looks confused, perhaps as unintentional in his arrival as the King was as his new host.  He remains where he is, awaiting the answer of the newcomer.

The frazzled Cymrilian, obviously discombobulated by his recent--and fascinating! and note-worthy!--and oh! how the Tower shall hear of this one, I can assure you!--translocation, seems to have lost his ability for speech.

But...a Cymrilian born is a gentleman from the start...

But where in the Magister's name am I? Calm breaths, Novo. Scrutinize and study. There is always a reason for the way things happen...


"Ah...I am...uh..." Your name, damn you! You had one moments ago! He coughs suddenly. A brief puff of black smoke billows from his mouth. Ah ha! There it is. "I am...Novo...Novoptolomeo, your...uh...your Majes...your Worship. Very recently of the Plains of Golarin. Also recently of Cymril. I am with the Cabal Meteorlogica, your...uh...your Grace. Recently.

"And this is my equs."

King A'Semna cracks a slight smile he tries unsuccessfully to hide at the obvious confusion of his newest guest. He makes a gesture and the soldiers relax their stance somewhat although weapons are still at the ready. He smooths the expression of his face before speaking again; "Your equs, so I see. So tell me Novoptolomeo, most recently of the Plains of Golarin, Cymrilian and member of the Cabal Meteorologica; how exactly is it you find yourself here in my court startling my subjects, damaging my floor, and disrupting a banquet of celebration?"

Novo brightens at the question.

"Well...I am glad that you asked! I myself was wondering the same thing...and if you'll allow me to expostulate...I can get to the heart of the matter.

"I was sent--well, sent perhaps is not the right word--we go where the events occur, whether we are told or not--I was sent deep into the dangerous--" Looks around, keeping an eye out for any lovely ladies who may be listening--"extremely dangerous territories of the Beastmen. The Plains of Golarin--meteorologically fascinating, by any account. There is a place there, the Watchstone, a holy place, as I understand it, to the Aamanians. Anyway, it affords an expansive view of the whole of the Plains. And--here's the best part, obviously--it is very high up in the air."

He gestures, slightly, with the 10' rod in his hand, "This is a lightning quantifier. Quantifies lightning. Well...of course, it has a tendency to encourage lightning to strike. Black lightning as well. By far...one of the most fascinating bits of arcano-meteorological phenomena there be. By far!"

He rambles. Often. Especially when he's talking about his favorite subject.

"Black lightning is fond of elevation. Hence, the Watchstone! Perfect! I know--I hear your thoughts on the matter--so you can imagine my ineffable joy when the dark cloud approached. And my unalterable bliss when--yes, of all things!--the Black Wind blew forth. Imagine the confluence! The arcane conjunction was electric! I set myself, planted the rod--this rod--and waited. Observed, whilst Scamandros here held firm beneath me (he's quite used to the demands of my profession). Made my notes--in my head, of course--my hands were thus occupied--and the cloud blotted out the sky--and the foul Black Wind swallowed the air--I was dying, I'm sure of it--but what a way to go out! I felt the heat--and the chill--simultaneously--the arcano-electric flow was fierce!

"Then it struck!

"My brief but legendary career flashed before my eyes.

"And lo!...I was...here. Just like that!"

And all of a sudden, Novo appears as if he's going to faint. He bobbles in his saddle.

"A banquet of celebration, you say? Celebrating what? Perhaps a glass of wine would be in order, if I may. All the moisture appears to have been sucked from my body..."

There is talking.

Talking is not fighting.

Talking does not mean danger.

Talking might mean being in trouble. But the voices don't sound angry.

He tries to calm himself. Visibly he tries to hunker down. Panting, he looks around at his new companions.

In reply to Sathras the Bold (msg #211):

"The story alone is worth a glass of wine." She offers, coupled with a slow clap. Being one of the closest to the wine in question, Dii produces another goblet and fills it. She then walks it over to Novo, her goblet in her off hand, and offers the wine to him. As he takes of the goblet she lightly clanks hers against his. "Well met, Novo."

There are chuckles here and there among the court as Novo finishes his tale then King A'Semna's incredulous look turns into a bout of raucous laughter, soon joined by many others. He looks over his court, orders his soldiers to stand down, and speaks to Novo, still chuckling at times; "Worth a glass of wine indeed and much more I would reckon. A weather mage you say? Well, the wind certainly blows forth from your mouth with little to hold it back. If your other talents are half as effective my country could have use for you, if you are interested in hearing my proposition."

King A'Semna thinks for a brief moment before continuing; "You will have to relate your tale to my scribes and a convocation of Thaumaturges, if this phenomenon could be duplicated or harnessed the ramifications would be staggering. Translocation has not been seen in Talislanta since the Great Disaster lo six centuries ago. Of course seeing what it took for the translocation to happen the risks could be highly prohibitive."

Aaban's stern gaze falls upon the Sauran who has stepped in front of them, and it actually, almost imperceptibly, softens.

"Sathras," he calls, not loudly, only enough for the Sauran to here, and waves him over, back to the table, "it is all okay."

The Sauran's reptilian gaze darts to that of the Aamanian. For a moment, his teeth are bared. But then something seems to spark behind his eyes and slowly he nods. He rubs at his mouth and chin with one scaly hand. His nostrils continue to flare and shut, flare and shut, but he shuffles back over towards the table. His shoulders are hunched and his knees bent. He moves with a strange crouching gait. It does little to make him take up less space, but it does make his seven foot bulk shorter and more aligned with the height of those in the room.

Burikan looks up from his food only long enough to see that the newcomer was not attacking anyone. he gives a slight grunt and goes back t gorging himself on the free victuals.

When Sathras returns, Aaban puts his hand on the Sauran's rough, scaly shoulder, leans towards him, and says quietly, "That was very brave, Sathras, to stand and protect your companions when you did not even understand what the danger might be.  It was well done," he praises the Sauran.

He awkwardly wedges the lightning quantifier underneath his arm and against the flank of his equs, in order to take the proffered goblet. He drinks deeply.

"Ah...well met, indeed, milady. Many thanks for the wine."

He dismounts carefully. Then drops the quantifier, sending arcane sparks across the floor. He picks it up gingerly, then slides it into tooled slot on his saddle. And then he suddenly realizes that he's talking to a woman. He appraises her with his eyes, obviously, but approvingly.

"Many thanks..."

He takes him a little long--too long, perhaps--to acknowledge that he was addressed by a monarch. The Danuvian, after all, is a sight to behold...

To the King: "Ah your Imminence, a whole tribe of scribes would be needed to chronicle my experiments. Perhaps if I could send word back to the head of my Order first, then we could discuss the...ah...sharing of information between us. As for the prohibitive risk...such a concept does not exist amongst us. I am a Storm Chaser. The Storm is all.

"A proposition, you say? I'm always interested. We are fairly left to our own devices--" he gestures toward his mount, whereupon lay his actual own devices--"and willingly take up the cause wherever we can."

"Sathras old master say that Sathras un-in-tell-i-hent," he sounds the word out carefully. "Sometimes when there is loud noise all at once, Sathras jump before Sathras see. Sathras hit before Sathras know." The big Sauran looks at his empty hands for a moment, then slowly reaches to fill them with something, anything, from the table. "Sathras work at knowing. Sathras always works hard."

King A'Semna smiles knowingly at Novo's reluctance to give out too much information; "Of course, of course, I understand fully. Trade secrets and all that, we Dracartans have our share as well. I do not begrudge you that. As to the proposition it doesn't relate to the weather, although you may get to experience a sandstorm or two before all is said and done. To summarize, our citadel at Anasa was destroyed by the strange meteor you no doubt noticed about 2 weeks or so ago. Shortly afterwards our southern caravans on the trade road near Anasa began being attacked by the walking dead. They seem to be coming from the ruins of Anasa and if that isn't bad enough the Rajan have taken a direct interest in the goings on there. This group before you has taken on the task of travelling to Anasa to see what exactly transpires and doing what they can to stop it. There is a reward of course, 500 gold lumens in Dracartan pyramids now and 1000 more when the mission is done. There is more as well but I have already gone on long enough. If you take on this task your companions can fill you in on the rest. What say you?"

She watches the newcomer, her eyes dancing trying to keep up with his words.  She breaks away from the silent and lonely spot she held.  She walks over to Sathras, standing beside Aaban and also places her hand on his large arm.  She doesn't say anything but she maintains the contact for a bit.  She looks over at Aaban and nods, then removes her hand and walks over to the newcomer.  Silent, she walks in a circle around him, taking him in completely.

"I do believe that you're finally making some progress," she tells Novoptolomeo with a nod.  "Last time I saw you, well... That story is for a different place and time.  It is good to meet you again."
She bows ever so slightly to Novoptolomeo and turns to A'Semna and bows again.
"Pardon my interruption."
With that she turns and walks to the table, looking for a wooden cup so she can get herself some water.

No hesitation.

"I accept your proprosal, Your Honor. The whole of the Continent relates to the weather. It is, of course, everywhere.

"The walking dead? No wonder the Rajans are interested. Death-worshippers, as I understand them. Fascinating...

"Eh, yes. Perhaps the meteor, passing through the thermopause--which as you know, is where some deep arcane energies collect in the upper atmosphere--attracted some of these energies, and upon its impact, dispersed them throughout the surrounding tropospheric air mass. A super-charged, aberrant ghost wind could've been created then.

"Fascinating...

As the Ariane circles him, Novo's eyes drink her in. (To be fair, his eyes drink in most everything.)

"Last time you saw me? I...I would've remembered...most assuredly."

He watches her walk away, admiring her sinewy grace. He looks back to the King, as if to say, Have you seen THIS?

"Fascinating..."

Not immediately finding a wooden cup she sighs and turns back around, catching the last of his appraising gaze.  Her eyes show amusement while the rest of her face remains passive.

"Likely you don't remember our meeting," she tells him.  "It was a few lifetimes ago."

In reply to Shadow Seeking the Light (msg #223):

"Yes, fascinating indeed." Dii says slyly and knowingly. "Tell me Sir Novo, How do you handle situations of a combat nature?"

"All things are within the realms of possibility. I would certainly love to hear more about our past meetings. Perhaps over another goblet of this wonderful vintage?"

Ah, and now the Danuvian. I am immensely popular now...



"Combat is not entirely outside the purview of the Cabal. We do not train for it, per se. But given as our Storm Chasers--myself included--are expected to survive for months at a time on our investigatory expeditions, we are given the rudiments of basic self-defense. I prefer to swing a big stick, if forced to, but my principal skills are in weather prediction, detection, and manipulation."

He leans in very closely, sharing the same personal space with Dii. He has the look of some one divulging a secret.

"I can call the Storm, if need be. I can rob the very air of its ability to transmit sound. I can prevent breath, if pushed far enough. I can fall through the open sky as easily as an avir's feather floats to the ground. And many more besides. Some more fun than others..."

In reply to Novoptolomeo (msg #225):

"Fascinating, indeed. You may in fact want to have that sharing of the minds with his highness' Thaumaturgists. They are acclaimed as the finest in the land. Imagine the harnessing, catalyzing, and bending of natural physics you could jointly reap." She again forces a light clanking with Novos goblet accompanied by an approving nod, then heads back to the table and Califax to relay/share opinions of this newcomer.

King A'Semna nods in approval of Novo's quick acceptance of the proposal and gestures to his scribe to write his name down with the group as well; "Very well now that the major distraction is done and the contract accepted let us get back to the feasting and revels!"

With that the soldiers take up their positions around the huge chamber and the Dracartans fall back to conversation and dining. King A'Semna meets with his council and the vibe the group can pick up is of approval for how things have unfolded.

OOC: Now that you are all together anew you can feel free to continue any conversations and such. I will assume that eventually everyone returns to the inn to sleep. I will be opening a thread for the next stage of the game sometime in the next couple days (recuperating from a bit of a bug myself)

Califax listens to the explination and long winded story of the weather mage.

Academics.

He mutters under his breath.  Righting his chair and taking the seat again to go back to the refreshments he frowns slightly and the over exuberant display from the other Cymrilian.  As Dii comes back Califax nods.

He will be useful on this mission, though we may have to gag him occationally to get some sleep.  They can talk for hours you know, field academics, like the ones that sit in librarys but a little more fun.  Though still wearing on the senses.

His comments are spoken in a low voice with an edge of ammusement to it.

In reply to Califax (msg #228):

"True. I've been exposed to the type before. Something tells me that Novo has a fearlessness which may stem from putting all his brainpower into a more academic lobe instead. Well, even if not supremely useful to a common goal, I bet it's an amusing show to watch."

She holds her goblet toward Califax with a rarely seen innocent smile. Well whaddya know, it's empty again...

Novo takes a moment to watch Dii head back to Califax. He shrugs and starts re-assembling his gear on Scamandros' back.

His goblet is empty. And so is his stomach. The weight of his recent experience seems to hang over him now.

You need to get your bearings, Novo.

True. I do.

He steps over toward the Danuvian. "I'm sorry...eh...I didn't catch your name. I didn't catch any of your names, I don't think. Anyway, are you guests of the King? I assume I'm in Carantheum. Is there an inn nearby? I certainly--"

And he catches the eye of the other Cymrilian. Novo smiles wide.

He code-switches to Archaen, thrilled to see a familiar face (not known, of course, but at least familiar, culturally speaking.)

(In Archaen) "A compatriotic face if ever I saw one! How fares thy heart here?"


OOC: I bend like a reed to my GM's command.....................(who promptly sticks his tongue out at you and returns your message to its original state)
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Lifting a pitcher to carry to the exuberant newcomer she hears him speak in Archaen and she replies in kind.
"Interesting that you choose this language to speak to a warrior," she says with a small shrug as she pours the pitcher, refilling his goblet.  Then she turns and fills Dii's as well.  She moves to replace the pitcher, but stops and fills Sathras' cup before setting it down and she steps back away from the table, her eyes raking the table, seeking out something for herself to eat.  She purses her lips for a moment and picks up some dry bread and some cheese.  She finally spies the wooden cup she was seeking and she balances her food in one hand and reaches for the cup with the now empty hand.
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Califax smiles in relpy to Novoptolomeo.  opening his arms wide as if to encompase the entire room and those in it.  His reply came in Talislan.

My heart swells with joy and fulfilment here due to the kindness of our glorious host, A brief indication to the king, And found friends that, the delightful Shadow says, we have missed from past lives and now renew aquaintance.  The morrow will bring work to be done but the cause is good and the rewards generous.

Glancing at Dii he gave her a little wink.

In reply to Califax (msg #232):

Looking back to Novo after absorbing Califax' poetic diatribe, "I am Dii Ahnah, Message Runner, Cartographer, and Executive Emissary for Danuvia. And this poetically waxing gentlemen here, is Califax." After forcing his introduction, Dii winks back at Califax.

"Sathras is Sathras," says the Sauran.

The warrior of Harak looks up from a plate heaped with roasted erd and says gruffly..."Burikan." He then digs into his meal once again. It is clear that mealtime is somewhat sacred to him.

Aaban looks up, from the king to the reckless newcomer, and visibly sighs.  "I am Aaban, of Aaman," he introduces himself simply.  "It is apparently Aa's will that I be further tested with your companionship."

Giving Novo a flurishing salute with the wide brimmed hat before placing it back on his head Califax grinned at Dii.

Thank you for the introduction.

She watches everyone speak their names but says nothing in regards to her own.

"A genuine pleasure to meet all of you. I assume this then is the expedition? Excellent!"

He drags a dusty sleeve across his forehead. This attempt at cleanliness is an utter failure.

"I should inquire about lodgings tonight. And about the details of this...contract. Also...a good look at the sky would do me wonders.

"How's the weather here?"

"In all likelihood, you will be staying at the same inn that we are," she tells Novoptolomeo as she reaches into a pouch and draws out a small handkerchief and hands it to him.  "As for the weather, warm and fair is my current experience."  She bows to him and moves to a chair surrounded by other empty chairs where she sits with her meager handful of bread, cheese, and wooden cup filled with water.

OOC: Again, feel free to continue chatting here IC if you choose. Everyone can also move forward to the next thread. I will close this one once everyone decides they are done here...