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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 0:08:55 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 26, 2010 0:08:55 GMT -5
*Illerin*
"They do me no wrong. They have my trust in knowing what to do. Especially Lia, she 'specially watches out for me. Anyways, I have all I want. A home, many good challenges, and protection." The large man was largely unswayed by Illerin's attempts, and my the way the gold of his eyes were starting to become jagged around the edges his irritation was obvious. He thought the world of the council members.
*Dorian*
The halfling laughs, "Generally I prefer to know what Olidammara has me in the path of. Though I do not think each god has an equal sway on us, they may toss people in certain directions, but atleast here one is far more predominate in some of us. Knowing which god shoved someone in the direction can determine their intentions."
At the mention of disease and rat droppings, the halfling stiffened up again. It was just earlier that day when they had discussed the coming plague. No word of it was allowed to be said outside the council. Just orders were to be given. After a few moments though, the short man shrugged lightly and tilted his head a bit.
"I see. Where did you catch wind of the idea?"
*Ahara*
Lia closed her eyes lightly and softly laughed, "What is the point of a good time if you probably can't remember it from the drinks?" She led him into the Dew Drop Inn and stopped at one of the tables towards the back past the plants and water fountain.
"I am sure you had the coin, you had intended to buy something for your hangover." She gestures to the table, "You can see what we have while I make you the drink. Though we do not have any wines--we are in the dry quarter of the town."
She paused only for a moment. If Ahara talked, she'd wait and listen to him, otherwise, she'd head further on into the kitchen and begin making the herbal brew.
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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 7:50:27 GMT -5
Post by Ninmast on Apr 26, 2010 7:50:27 GMT -5
*Dorian*
"I told you," the half-demon answered, spying a roach as it scurried across the counter and slapping it. "I smelled it. I have a familiarity with such things." He smirked over at the halfling. "Why? Is your Council trying to bottle everyone in? Wonderful. Instead of evacuating those most likely to succumb and perish, you box them all in so it spreads all the faster. I'm really starting to like your Council, Johgo."
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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 17:10:30 GMT -5
Post by raptorman on Apr 26, 2010 17:10:30 GMT -5
*Illerin*
"Then if you do not require my services could you kindly direct me to a council member who would have use for them, also who would one go to speak to if one was in the business of procuring a building? Illerin was trying to put a different idea into action now.
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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 17:51:12 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 26, 2010 17:51:12 GMT -5
*Dorian* "Disease specialist, huh. Particularly vile thing to focus on. Our walls are secure--if we close down nothing short of a large army, people with grappling hooks, or magic could get inside here. A disease would be stopped at the gates, making evacuation pointless." The halfling shifted more in his seat, "Anyway, we could quickly segregate an outbreak with the high number of wizards in this town." "I do have a question, you refer to me as Johgo--I assume a regional term for what I am? A halfling." *Illerin* "I do not know which would want or need help. Roy, Blake and William have a good idea about human laws and... customs... While Elizabeth has Roy, and Beau has his street smarts. Lia... She knows enough of the elven laws to have good ideas." By the expression on his face, he was having a touch of trouble with some of the words being used by Illerin--his first and primary language was elven since he grew up around a small elven village. Even then some of the political words he's had to learn since entering human lands. "Procuring... Getting, right?" He scratched his head some, "Depends on which area." He walks over to a map on the side wall showing the towns lay out and traced the river with his finger. "We start the counting with one right here." He stops his finger just past where the river crosses the North Road, judging by his face he's not actually reading the map he was just recalling from memory where one was--even though the map had the sectors labeled. (OOC: i157.photobucket.com/albums/t53/chrisaden/Meziah-1-1.jpg Map with the first few numbered so you can get the general idea.)
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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 19:13:23 GMT -5
Post by Ninmast on Apr 26, 2010 19:13:23 GMT -5
*Dorian*
"It's a regional term for a race that resembles yours, I suppose," Dorian agreed with a nod. "Only meaningful difference I can see, though, is that they typically have the tail of a monkey. Other than that, you seem the same to me. I assumed, when you referred to me as a Tiefling, the comparison was regional, as well, though in my lands, we are called Dagahasi."
He set his glass down, though, and turned his attention to the halfling fully. "As for your idea, it has a flaw. The mightiest of gates will turn away armies, certainly, but how do you intend to keep out the vermin that will be carrying it in the first place?"
In the darkness of the shadows of the bar and the inherent dinginess of the floor, it was difficult to see the increasingly writhing mass of cockroaches swirling about the floor, with the occasional but increasingly numerous mice and rats. On the better-lighted side of the bar, the bartender came around to see it, only to freeze upon doing so in sheer disgust and shock.
The bartender, away for such a brief while, brought a sight as he came around. Idly scratching his forearm through his sleeve even in his shock, it wasn't hard to guess the cause. Red, angry boils were swelling up around his neckline and even a few up the side. Suddenly, he scratched too hard and screamed as it popped, then the tension of doing so popped more of them along his neck and he began to writhe in agony as he disrupted the plague-sores scattered over his flesh.
Meanwhile, Dorian didn't seem bothered by the spectacle at all, simply watching the halfling to see his response, as if he had expected something of the sort sooner or later.
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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 20:41:15 GMT -5
Post by raptorman on Apr 26, 2010 20:41:15 GMT -5
Illerin nodded. "Procuring does indeed mean getting. Based on your map the buildings of the sort I desire would be located in the 14th of your sections. Could you tell me who would be the person to talk too about procuring said building? That would be much appreciated" Illerin was getting tired of dealing with the man who seemed to be a halfwit, but he kept up the perfectly respectable facade, he didn't want any trouble yet.
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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 21:38:50 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 26, 2010 21:38:50 GMT -5
(OOC: Modified Dorian's section since there would be no magic aura created to set off the item.)
*Dorian*
"Tiefling is regional term, but that's just a guess--depending on the amount of demon blood in you the term can change some. The ones that have diseases on them are noticed before they get here and we respond before they have a chance to get here." As the roaches and mice started to scurry underfoot, Beau frowned as the scurrying creatures caught his eye.
Vermin. How did this many get in. Then the bartender screamed as the disease overtook him with pain, causing Beau to jump back out of his chair. He knew what would follow such a scream. The symbols on his chest flashed briefly before he vanished into the air. Beau was going to use his items to cloak him while hopefully in the confusion of what was about to ensue, he could steal Dorian's weapons.
On the other hand, even the drunken and half-drunken patron of the bar heard the scream--it might as well have been a battle cry for them as they began to stumble out of their chairs, some of them with weapons.
"Yeah! Let's fight!" The particular man that yelled it was holding two tankards of alcohol in his hands while his brown robes were a total mess--looked like he hadn't bathed in days. Though he was shaved bald. Two people were behind him when he yelled, a short woman with long black hair in leather armor and a large armband holding numberous wands and a tall man with dark brown hair wearing just a simple set of robes.
The whole building was cheering in the response, some had already thrown punches at other patrons in the bar at the minimal encouragement.
*Illerin*
"Section 14... Lady Ool... Oola... Mita, short gnomish woman down on the 4th floor. Very short tempered. I'd watch out for her. Someone else can direct you to her door down there." Considering his easily affected anger, his calling Lady Oolaemita Shortcloak short tempered might be scary.
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Meziah
Apr 26, 2010 21:42:23 GMT -5
Post by raptorman on Apr 26, 2010 21:42:23 GMT -5
*Illerin*
Illerin bowed and then walked from the room and back down the stairs to the 4th floor. Once there he began to look around for the person he had been directed to see. Why did he always get stuck with the annoying situations he asked himself. He would bring this city to The Worm though, that was his duty as its son and he would succeed, though it was nearly unbearable sometimes.
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Meziah
Apr 27, 2010 7:33:12 GMT -5
Post by Ninmast on Apr 27, 2010 7:33:12 GMT -5
*Dorian*
But the Dagahasi was prepared for this. It had been, after all, only a matter of time before this happened. Indeed, his own defensive spells were already in place, and he had a few more prepared just for this.
Jumping up from his stool, he threw his arms wide. "NIGHTMARE SWARM!"
A wave of demonic energy echoed out from him, manifesting as each person's roiling nightmares, and crashing with horrific force against each and every person in the room, including Beau, which would knock him out of invisibility. To someone of his experience and training, it wouldn't be as dangerous damage-wise, but it would knock out everyone in the bar that was comparatively weak.
"COME FORTH!" This was shouted as he turned toward the roiling mass of vermin on the floor, which buckled and heaved as it swelled up, until bursting like some sort of vitriolic cocoon, releasing something that might have resembled some sort of near-horse-sized dog, full of inverted muscles and jutting bones in directions that never should have worked. The thing, a dal'drok, had a mouth full of fangs to put any shark to shame, and immediately began to snarl and growl at anyone who got close.
In one quick motion, Dorian drew his swords and threw one hand in the air as he shouted, "EXTINGUISH!" Suddenly, all sources of light in the room, natural, mundane, magical or otherwise, went dark, throwing the room into pitch blackness. Except Dagahasi had natural infravision.
With everyone that was still standing still reeling from this latest shock, he gave a fanged grin as he raised his hand toward the halfling and said one more incantation. "OBLIVION!!!"
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Meziah
Apr 27, 2010 16:28:27 GMT -5
Post by rainbowlife on Apr 27, 2010 16:28:27 GMT -5
“I’ll just wait here, alone.” Ahara said as she went off to make his cure.
He found it somewhat ironic that he was all the way back where he started, clearly this had been a morning of two steps forward and one step back for him. He was hoping to head to the edge of the city at some point or another but the opportunity had not yet come to him, perhaps when he was done with this business.
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Meziah
Apr 29, 2010 0:54:42 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 29, 2010 0:54:42 GMT -5
*Illerin*
It wouldn't take him long to find the door labeled "Lady Oomaemita: Districts 13-16." Inside was a very short, plump woman obviously a gnome judging from her dark tanned skin, blue eyes and blond hair held up in handlebars. She was dressed in green and brown clothing with so much jewelry on her a thief could run off with twenty pieces and she'd probably never notice the difference.
As Illerin entered the door, she glanced up at him over her tall desk--usable only because of her chair size. "Ah, salutations. I am Lady Oomaemita, or if you prefer Lady Mita will suffice. Since you are not a face I recognize, I assume you are here to acquire a building currently up for sale?"
*Dorian*
As the wave of energy hit, the halfling stumbled backwards his invisibility breaking as the image of a flaming crucifix collides against him before it faded from his vision. It didn't take him long to be back to moving again, this time with visible though. Knives were already in his hands by the time Dorian casted his summoning spell.
On the far side of the bar, the three that had riled them drunks up to fight had been staggered by their nightmares hitting them, but had remained standing unlike everyone else in the bar. The one holding dual tankards seemed either unafraid of his death or too drunk to care as he stumbled rapidly towards Dorian's dal'drok. The other two seemed too dazed and startled to really begin moving quickly.
Then as the darkness came, Beau nearly stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't see a thing and was going to have to rely on hearing and his sixth sense. On the other hand, the brown robed man suddenly charged the dol'drok swinging at it with his tankards. The tall man in simple robes said one thing clearly, "Illuminate."
The spell obviously failed to create light within the darkness due to the difference in magical power. While the woman, she chuckled as magic leap to her finger tips and she hurled it at Dorian--it was a weak attack, but was aimed right at him. She could see him clearly.
As Dorian's Oblivion lashed out, Beau's head jerked towards it and he started to dive, figuring the words as an attack. The blast went off leaving marks on the floor, Beau was off to the side and swung his arm, throwing a dagger in the direction he heard to spell come from. The throw was highly inaccurate, but had a small chance of hitting.
---Moments Before---
A tall blonde haired man sat at a desk pouring over pages and pages of magical script occasionally barking an order at the people around him to do a random task for him. Normally go fetch me an item or basic tasks. Then a thin wooden bracelet on his wrist had one of the beads on it light up. It was Beau's bead, and the bracelet told him the caster was overwhelming and actually hit Beau with an attack.
"Son of... Can't he ever stay out of trouble," the man shoved his chair back as he suddenly stood up.
"Temporal Freeze." His chair that was in the middle of falling halted hanging in midair as if by a thread.
"Teleport." He was suddenly at the scene, his own magic allowed him to see the scene as it was even in the dark. The demonic caster, mostly unconscious or killed patrons, Beau with the Oblivion spell just inches from a direct hit to the head while boils were starting to form on him, and the dal'drok.
"Hmm, interesting." He stares at the dal'drok as he walks over to where Beau is diving out of the way.
"Teleport." The spell whisks him away to the antechamber of Roy and Elizabeth's sculpted slate house decorated by numerous statues and paintings including a few lights that were held in place for a moment before time started back up. Roy and Elizabeth were reclining in chairs talking religion. "We have an issue. It isn't rats."
*Ahara*
Lia was only gone for about three minutes before she walked out with a small mug of a light brown liquid letting off small amounts of steam as it was very warm. She slid it down on the table in front of Ahara softly, "Here you go, it should fix your hangover very quickly."
No way he'd know the truth of the liquid--it was an herbal mixture for sure, but the herbs were magical in nature. The primary ingredient in the cure though was good berries, which are made through druid enchantments and heal the consumer. Which with just the juices in it, it didn't do much to heal cuts and bruises, but it did wonders for headaches, migraines, and hangovers as they magically cured it. Though since the magic was very indirect, it was virtually undetectable to all but the most familiar to druid magic.
As he drank, she'd stand leaning partly against the table willing to talk to Ahara and if he made no comment or asked anything, she had a few questions of her own for him.
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Meziah
Apr 29, 2010 6:23:24 GMT -5
Post by rainbowlife on Apr 29, 2010 6:23:24 GMT -5
As he drank he looked at Lia, her eyes screamed of questions significant or otherwise. He noted the warmth of the concoction that she had returned with, it tasted well Ahara never tasted anything like it. He finished it slowly, and then he rubbed the back of his head in relief as a smile downed on his face.
“So you have questions?” Ahara looked around the room “I may be young but I’ve been around this water hole enough to know the look, the question look besides I was a militia man had to deal with that look all the time.”
Ahara sat in a chair and leaned back a little “However we must first talk about payment, this was a service and you did render and I did receive...so how much and keep in mind you’re charm has made me very generous today not to mention this lovely cure for my terrible sinful night.”
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Meziah
Apr 29, 2010 10:05:10 GMT -5
Post by Ninmast on Apr 29, 2010 10:05:10 GMT -5
(I'd just like to point out that that spell doesn't affect the whole plane, just a localized section of it. Unless the wizard was right upstairs or something similar, the bar wouldn't have been within range of it.)
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