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Post by DarkNova50 on Nov 6, 2009 1:23:05 GMT
Will had been just about to reply to Zhira's question of politics, and in a none too flattering language, one might add, when the room was suddenly overtaken by a single voice. Ocato (Will couldn't have cared less whether he was a Chancellor or an Emperor at that point) explained the gravity of their situation, in an impressively worded, nicely sterilized little speech, the kind he'd expect to have been given to the Elder Council, if they hadn't ran off.
Will thought the Altmer could have summed it up alot more easily, though:
'Folks, shit's going down, and if you don't do this job, we're screwed.'
Ocato's speech quickly brought on a response, however; one woman began making demands on the spot, while Zhira expressed some well founded concerns about following the lead of the man Ocato had called Selinius; who wanted to take orders from some complete stranger, especially when they were probably a jackass to begin with?
Will, for his part, looked up at Ocato with a neutral expression. "So let me see if I've got this straight. There's some lunatic mage out there, experimenting with whatever the hell you just said...anti-magic, or some shit, who can wipe out buildings full of people, and now you want us to go after him?"
The Redguard broke out in what could only be described as a grin of pure delight. "Sounds like fun. And frankly, I don't really care who you stick me with." He shot a casual glance towards Selenius. "No offense, but I'll just tell you to stick it up your ass if I don't like what you have to say anyway," he continued with a matter-of-fact tone. The warrior shrugged, as if to nonchalantly disregard any type of authority the stranger may have had.
Will turned promptly towards Zhira, and though he knew she couldn't see it, smiled warmly. "What do you say, Zhira? Let this Selinius guy pretend he's in charge until we're out of the City," he suggested, making no attempt whatsoever at subtlety. The woman seemed like good company, and he had a feeling he'd appreciate her presence during the trip.
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Post by Vrek on Nov 6, 2009 6:25:28 GMT
Between everyone making their point, Tyrol couldn't help but force a groan inward. He knew it. The tiff between the blind woman and the monk, Selinus, was just the tip of the iceberg. It seemed as if everyone had a problem with the authority the man was given by the standing Emperor himself. Then there was apparent pirate, she did seem to worry about the treatment her former crew got, that shows some loyalty, Tyrol noted. Loyalty enough to not start a mutiny the moment they left the city?
A leader that everyone loved to hate. A pirate. A thief that couldn't be bothered to show the most basic respect of remembering th Emperer's name. A blind woman who may or may not have the falling sickness. This group had disfunction written all over them, and it was their job to save the world. Funny how it always works out, indeed, he thought, mimicking the monk's words in his head.
"Well." Tyrol said loudly, accentuated with a clap as he stepped forward. Might as well stop everyone else from committing some sort of treason. He spent a moment of quiet, pondering how to use his usurped time to speak. He brought his hand to his chin, mulling over it, all the while his fingers tapping an unheard rhythm onto his cheek. "Where exactly is this little renegade wizard, this Elindril fella, hiding? I can lead a horse to water; pick any puddle in Tamriel. I just need to know where this little pond of yours is."
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Post by Vicorva on Nov 6, 2009 12:32:30 GMT
"So let me see if I've got this straight," said Will. "There's some lunatic mage out there, experimenting with whatever the hell you just said...anti-magic, or some shit, who can wipe out buildings full of people, and now you want us to go after him?"
Well, when he put it like that... "Sounds like fun." Exactly. "And frankly, I don't really care who you stick me with. No offense, but I'll just tell you to stick it up your ass if I don't like what you have to say anyway."
A jagged smile cut across Zhira's lips. Perhaps she could cope with her worst fear, if only she had this kind of attitude around.
"What do you say, Zhira? Let this Selinius guy pretend he's in charge until we're out of the City." His words were inviting, and the knot of fear in her stomach loosened a little, but still; the fear of Selinus was deeply rooted in her heart; who was to say the dragons would not betray them all once out of sight of the emperor. She had heard the disgust in his voice as he spoke; he undoubtedly felt it would be better without them.
But Will's attitude had an air of adventure to it she could not deny. She would not shame herself by refusing to go. She grinned. "I can't argue with a warrior spirit," she told him plainly.
Saffa, at this point, was whuffling around the feet of those gathered in the room. She seemed particularly fascinated by the feet of the khajiit, Jo'Dar. With a happy "woowoowoo" she sniffed the khajiit heavily, finding the time to bury her nose against the khajiit's crotch in a friendly hello.
A man who's name she couldn't remember pulled the conversation back to the matter at hand. She listened intently for the answer to his question. Here was a man who thought about things. She could only admire that.
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Post by Anticlere on Nov 6, 2009 19:04:27 GMT
As Ocato finished what Richard would've summed up as 'went speech on our ass', several conflicts flared up immediately. Pirates and blind renegades or whatnot were cropping up all over their little group; it looked like the blind woman, one Zhira, had quite the problem with having Selinus in charge, whether because he was a bit of an ass or due to some less obvious reasons. Then some other people said some pretty sensible stuff that actually mattered to those who didn't have any issue with one another - for example the location of this 'anti-mage', a title that unnerved Richard quite.
Anti-mage. Doesn't sound nice... Sounds nasty, actually. Particularly to those who are non-anti mages. Particularly to those who care for the whole mysterious mess going out of the Magnus Hole and not only about tossing fire. Frowning, the spellsword rubbed his chin thoughtfully, choosing to ignore the rest of the group for the time being. He'd met many people in his travels, and one stood out right now - a Telvanni Richard had met during his very brief stay in Morrowind.
All this anti-magic sounds a bit like what he was going on about. 'Attack through magick' he said. 'Think outside the box', wasn't it? 'Imagine the power', my ass... Bloke was bloody dangerous, good thing he was damn stupid and got himself killed. The memory of the disturbing Dunmer wasn't a very pleasant one. The Mer had, however, raised an interesting theory, if a disturbing one; that maybe it'd be possible to somehow strike 'through' magick. The results of that to magic and possibly all the mages could've been frightening; Richard himself was pretty terrified of something like that.
And then there was this anti-mage, wiping out a building's worth of people without damaging the structure in any way. All the more unnerving was the fact it seemed likely all those people were mages as well. Coincidence, or it wasn't anti-magicka in name only. And if there was a big thing out there that had something against magicka, Richard had a good reason to worry. He had no idea if it was in any way possible to permanently strip a mage of his capability to feel magick, however if it was he sure as hell didn't want to try it; consequences for his mental well-being could've been severe. And now there was some 'opposite' thing going on, which seemed just as bad, if not worse...
"Here's a question: do you really really don't know anything else about this anti-magicka or is this one of those political really-but-there's-something-else-I-won't-tell-for-some-bloody-stupid-reason? Because I find the concept pretty bloody scary, being a pretty big fan of magicka, and would preffer to know as much as possible before going up against it, since it looks like we don't have much of a choice without feeling eternally bad or displeasing the omnipotent gods who brought us here and whatnot."
"Also, would it be safe to presume that the people mysteriously killed or gone were all mages, and if that's true then to presume this 'anti-magicka' isn't called that only because and that it has something against regular magick or otherwise somehow interferes with everyone's beloved mysterious malarkey's natural state of being?" Looking at Richard, one could see genuine concern in his eyes as he spoke, unlike the choice of words could've suggested.
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Post by fantome on Nov 8, 2009 2:34:23 GMT
Jo'Dar was not pleased to be the object of interest to any canine but was particularly displeased about where Saffa was sniffing.
"Shoo, shoo," Jo'Dar tried to nudge Saffa away from her. When that didn't seem to be persuasive enough, a hiss and warning paw swat did.
Despite the fact that Zhira was unable to see it, Jo'Dar sent a glare in her direction. I hate dogs.
Trying very hard to be polite, Jo'Dar asked Zhira, "Could you possibly keep your dog away from me, please?"
Selinus, I don't care if you act like a donkey's hind end, I'm coming with your crew. Any questions, comments, concerns?
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Post by FC4 on Nov 8, 2009 3:09:03 GMT
"Go ahead, let me pretend to be in charge until we get out of the city." Selinus looked directly at Will as he spoke to Zhira. "I don't even want to be in charge, and blame Tallness over here for making it seem I was supposed to be." The staff motioned towards Ocato, who gave an indignant glare at Selinus. "Sorry, your Highness." He corrected himself; half-heartedly.
It seemed, however, to be the beginning of Selinus' uncouth ways. He swiftly stepped down from dais. This is why I didn't want to involve humans! This is why I wanted to keep these pathetic mortals out of it! Always asking, always questioning, never happy. Dragons would have just come together and gotten it done. Instead, I have to deal with rebellious troops! "Selinus..." Ocato warned, but the monk was through with it; Selinus' temper varied from long to shorter than mudcrab teeth.
The mithril staff clanged as he threw it on the ground in front of him, hands whipping up and tearing his hood off his head. What was revealed was a strong, square-jawed, shallow-cheeked face framed by dirty blond hair set in a pony-tail with braided rope. One single bronze eye scanned the room, locking eyes with each party member to be. The other eye, however, was surrounded by a bruised eye socket. But the eye itself, was darker than the abyss of one's greatest nightmare. This black abyss upon his face looked to each member simultaneously with the bronze eye; but for many, it would feel more like that eye was looking not at them, but into them, into their soul.
"This," He pointed at his face as he looked at Richard, "Is what Anti-magicka will do to you. This is a living example of being subjected to it." His voice was thick with irritation and spite, and his bronze eye seemed to glow momentarily as he snarled. "Two months ago I escaped from Elindral Zetran's tower in the Jerall Mountains. I was his little test pet, as he experimented on me." Selinus began to walk around the room, coming within two yards of someone before moving on.
"Anti-magic is the opposite of magic, and the two in contact will cancel each other out; simple as that. But Elindral subjected me to excessive amounts of the force, and that's when it begins to eat at your soul." Selinus stopped in front of Zhira and William, hands forced behind his back and biting his lip to try and calm himself. Through his robe, the rise and fall of his chest with each heavy breath was evident. When he finally spoke, his voice was clear-cut and blunt.
"I am not fit to lead, obviously. I'm a monk, not a general. But the fact is, woman, you need me if you are going to stop this madman. Because I am the only person who's had contact with Anti-magicka besides Elindral himself available to you." Selinus closed his eyes, the eyelid of his left eye flicking over the dark orb within the socket disturbingly.
"I cannot stop Zetran myself, and you can't stop him without knowledge of his power, or where he is. Simple as that, so we both better get used to it, eh?" Without waiting for an answer, he whirled around and walked back to the center of the room, picking up his mithril staff but leaving his hood off.
"His tower is within the Jerall Mountains, like I said, but his soul has been eaten into by the Anti-magic, likely. He may begin searching for ways to restore it." Selinus had leveled out a little, and it was at this point Ocato took command again with a definitive clearing of his throat.
"Thank you, Selinus. That is more than enough." Ocato looked as displeased as Selinus had been before his temper got the better of him. "What he just meant by that was, Elindral had directly spoken to the mages that tried to control him; those few that survived retold it to us. He mentioned being unable to control it, and it trying to claim his soul. We can only guess he referred to Anti-Magicka. Are there any more questions?"
Thank you, Mooneye. I do need support to stop Elindral, but not these incompetent humans. Act as if you know nothing of the Daea, which is what Elindral called Anti-magicka, and do not reveal yourself to be a dragon. This blind woman, Zhira, likely knows already, but give her no reason to state it outright. Selinus responded to Jo'Dar's mental dialog, his fingers gripping his staff tightly. This was going to be a long month.
OOC: I so rarely get to play an irrationally angry character. Random tantrums ftw!
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Nov 10, 2009 16:23:17 GMT
"Funny how it always works out like that, isn't it?"
Borsalmas listened to that lightly venomous addendum to Ocato's speech with a very slight half-smile surfacing upon his expression. Simultaneously, however, red flags went up in the Altmer's mind. What made Ocato designate this fellow as a guide? Until now, Borsalmas had merely entertained the idea that Selinus was an official or politician here to sit in on or oversee the meeting.
The Altmer was quiet for a long time. He listened to the torrent of statements following the speech without comment. He himself did indeed have questions, but his life's experience had taught him that questions were better left to be asked by someone else. This was largely due to the fact that Borsalmas had always been at a station in life in which asking as few questions as possible was the best way to prosper.
Thus, he had, over time, begun to view the asking of questions as somewhat of a chopping block. He did not entirely disagree with some of the comments and questions brought up by the meeting's attendees, but far be it from him to voice his opinion on the matter until he felt it was safe to do so.
He ignored some of what was said, particularly the notions of criticism of Selinus's role and Ocato's decisions. Misguided or not, once again, everything Borsalmas knew told him to not question whoever was in charge at the time. Besides, he reasoned, considering Ocato there has kept the Empire intact throughout a Daedric invasion and a political earthquake, his judgment can't be that bad.
Borsalmas' own opinion of Selinus was mixed. He did not feel entirely trusting of the man, based on what he had seen so far, and yet he was the group's designated guide to the assigned task, and so Borsalmas felt obliged to respect that.
Then there was the task itself. Here, the Altmer surprised himself. Some instinct in the recesses of his mind told him that he should feel strongly opposed to delving into this sort of venture. This anti-magic business sounded more like a field better assigned to experienced mages, seasoned veterans, or at least an organized mercenary company. Yet here they were in their stead: a ragtag and eclectic crew of individuals from what seemed to be all ends of Tamriel.
Then again, he mused to himself with a smile, that in itself may be why we're here instead.
Dangers and unsuitability aside, Borsalmas foremost thought was, What do you have to lose? No matter what he could try to dig up, the Altmer knew that the conclusion would always be 'Nothing.' His prime was past, if that could be called a prime, and he was living in a shack among fellow individuals of ill repute. If he was going to throw down his life to something, this was probably going to be the best he had.
Tyrol's comment was a welcome one. The sooner everyone could get to business, the better. Richard's, on the other hand, was one of those questions that had lingered in his mind but thought twice about asking. Selinus's response was unnerving.
As the monk paced the room, Borsalmas got his share of that eye. That eye. It gave him the sensation of blood rushing to his head, yet his vision didn't blur. In the few moments that his vision was connected to its, he perceived some spirit shooting through his mind, observing every thought and memory. It made him feel empty, a reflection of the eye itself.
So that was it, then. We have a firsthand victim of anti-magicka.
He continued to refrain from comment as the monk finished his speech. He was beginning to see the logic in Ocato's selection of people. Most of them were at least reasonably capable individuals (though there were a few he was unsure of, such as the Khajiit thief and himself), and yet at the same time most of them were unlikely to be missed if failure were to occur. It wasn't an optimistic notion, but figured that it was one he might have made himself, had he been in Ocato's place. Borsalmas felt rather defeated on the inside, but he could not deny it -- Ocato had done the sensible thing.
When Ocato asked if there were any more questions, Borsalmas thought for a moment before forgoing his silence. Without moving from his seat or any other ado, he cleared his throat and simply, "Sounds sensible. I'm behind you, Chancellor, Selinus." He nodded to both individuals respectively as he said their names. "When do we leave?"
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Post by Anticlere on Nov 10, 2009 19:44:34 GMT
OOC: Hope I'm not misinterpreting anti-magick in this post.
How Selinus responded to a question Richard had thought pretty obvious and deserving a normal answer was at the least unnerving. Or it should've been; the spellsword wanted to feel unnerved, frightened even, yet he couldn't. He knew this wasn't because of his courage -the Breton was far from courageous- but instead because, looking at the eye, he was just unable to feel... anything. No emotion whatsoever, like he was staring at a pitch-black abyss that simply swallowed all his feelings and left an empty shell of a man standing there.
Anti-magic is the opposite of magic, and the two in contact will cancel each other out; simple as that. As the words echoed through his head where all other thoughts had slowed to a crawl, Richard simply stared at the thing that sat there on Selinus' face instead of an eye. If one looked at his eyes now, it'd seem as though they had turned to glass.
When the eye moved on to another victim, a noticeable shudder shook the spellsword. His eyes again filled up with emotion; fear, to be more precise. Richard took an involuntary step back, rather shaken by what he had just experienced; a slight frost coating could be seen on the floor where he just stood.
What... what the hell..? Still shivering slightly, the spellsword tracked Selinus with his eyes. That... was not a welcome experience. He felt like waking up from a nightmare; the kind where you fall deeper and deeper into darkness, only to wake up at the last moment. He wasn't sure what had caused this rather drastic reaction of his; it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Maybe he should've thought on it; but for some reason, perhaps due to some subconscious knowledge, he couldn't make himself. Going back to that seemed unneccesary, more than that - he was afraid that somehow, that memory alone could devour him, turn him into that shell again...
Perhaps someone impartial to the situation and with a deep enough knowledge of the way Richard's particular type of spellcasting worked could've provided an explanation for what had just happened. His feelings fueling his magick, the Breton ended up intertwined with the threads of magick around him, his emotions running strong in them. With no decent knowledge of anti-magick and no time to prepare, he didn't couldn't face anything like that, to stop his feelings from flowing so freely through the subtler threads... And where magick met anti-magick, there was nothing.
"Right." Taking a deep breath, Richard was relieved to feel his heartbeat return to a steady pace. The frost that had already began coating the floor right next to where he was standing disappeared in a matter of moments, turning into barely noticeable puddles when the emotions weren't there to feed the cold any longer. "I... hope we're leaving soon? No point in lingering..."
The quietly spoken mumble was more of for himself than to actually try and get the people who would, apparently, be his companions on this 'quest', to move along. Hearing his voice soothed him somehow, and until enough time passed for Richard to be able to forget - or pretend to forget - he'd have to try and get by. Perhaps some may've called him weak, but letting time do the work was Richard's way of dealing with problems - they'd pile underneath, under a very thin outside which he just had to hope no one would ever try to scratch past.
And this wasn't even the real anti-magick. An echo stirred so much... But eventually, he'd come to where the echo had came from.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Nov 13, 2009 7:28:25 GMT
Will's expression remained stolid as he silently regarded Selinius following the Monk's heartfelt outburst. When the man had regarded them with his eye...with what had once been his eye...it was like something out of a nightmare. Suddenly, he felt as though he could sympathize with the man, who mere moments before he could have cared less about.
This Elindral...this anti-mage, had hurt Selinius. Worse than that. He'd used him as some sort of experiment; warped and twisted his body into something perverse. Will felt a pang of sympathy for the monk; it would have been far less cruel to simply kill the man.
But Selinius had survived. And now, it was more to him than stopping some madman; it was personal. The Monk wanted revenge on the twisted bastard who had done that to him. It was a sentiment Will could understand, and respect.
Will thoughtfully crossed his arms over his chest, nodding slightly at Selinius. "If you want the killing blow on Elindral, I'll understand," the massive Redguard offered, completely sincere. After what had been done to him, offering Selinius the chance for true vengeance was the only honourable thing to do.
Of course, if this Elindral was truly as powerful as everybody seemed to think he was, then there would be plenty of combat for all of them.
Will grinned contentedly.
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Post by Vicorva on Nov 14, 2009 8:39:14 GMT
OOC: I can't stick to this story. I'm sure you don't want the dragons revealed yet, but Zhira is under huge pressure to do so, and also Selinus has so far only insulted her and bullied her when he's a creature from her nightmares. :/ She's going to struggle to put up with it, which is putting pressure on me, the RPer, to figure out a way around it. Will we get moving soon? This part is too freeform, it's tricking me. IC: Zhira listened to the mage-man speak, amazed by how very much he said and how little of it seemed to make sense. Were all mages like that? Or just this one? Still, he seemed to be asking good questions, and that she admired. Zhira had never been good at asking the right questions; at least, not before someone else did. She heard a hiss and a yelp from Saffa. "Could you possibly keep your dog away from me, please?" came a voice. She could hear the strain behind it, and realised that Saffa was pestering the khajiit. "Saffa! Stop sniffin' up skirts; it's not polite." The dog came skittering back to her and whuffled and wiggled in happiness at being called. Zhira sighed as if wearied, and fussed with the dog, ruffling her ears and scratching under her chin. She kept her ears on the conversations in the room, however. Selinus came over to her, and scolded her, his voice heavy with scorn. She sat through it tensely, her entire body on edge, hands gripping the arms of her chair so tightly it looked as if her bones might actually break from the pressure. She could almost taste the mood in the room; it was just some stupid blind woman, making trouble for the rest of them. Why did she have to pick a fight with the leader? Didn't seem sensible. Nobody seemed to have noticed his little whining speech about how he couldn't stand to work with a lot of useless folks like them. Nobody seemed to notice that it was he[ who kept threatening her. She didn't want to work under him; but who would, with an attitude like his? As far as she was concerned, his words had... well, spoken for him. He couldn't be bothered with them. He'd leave them to rot when they outlasted what little usefulness they had to him. And they didn't even know what he was. She did. And it scared her witless. Zhira shook her head, saying nothing. She couldn't abandon the Empire against such a threat. But it was hurting her, paining her deeply. She already knew she was less than useless now, but she didn't need Selinus to keep reminding her- especially not when she was already going mad from the belief that he'd out and eat them as soon as they left the city. So Zhira did what she did in moments of complete despair. She shut down. Saffa licked her hand, but when she didn't respond, began to whine in worry. Zhira did nothing, and said nothing. And she thanked God that nobody could see the pathetic tears of fear and humiliation in her eyes- the only useful thing about being blind. Nobody could see this weakness, at least.
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Post by FC4 on Nov 14, 2009 20:24:42 GMT
OOC: Yes, I didn't want them revealed yet. But, one must work with what one's players do, so if you do, I'll find a way to deal. I hadn't anticipated her knowing so soon, or taking everything Selinus said as threat even if he hadn't intended it. It is certainly making things interesting. And I am sorry you are having trouble with the story. Is everyone else feeling the same?
IC: Selinus heard William's words as he finished talking and Ocato had addressed the group once more. The monk turned to Will, not bothering to cover his face with the hood again. "Thanks, but don't create the opportunity. I'll take it if it comes." His words were simple and sincere, because Selinus knew what they didn't yet realize. No quarter could be given, no break in the attack, towards Elindral. The anti-mage would take advantage of every hesitation.
"So, when do we leave?" The poor Altmer, Borsalmas, asked Ocato, to which the Emperor acknowledged with a nod, folding his arms before him regally.
"You will leave tomorrow at dawn, to give you time to prepare for the trip. If you require lodging, rooms will be provided here in the Palace." Ocato answered, nodding towards Shelbitha. "Even for you, Miss Brisbane."
Looking back to the group as a whole, he inhaled deeply. "I also advise preparing for Daedric encounters. I would have you leave tonight after a few hours preparation, preferably, but Selinus has stressed to me that Anti-magicka is at its most powerful in the darkness, and Elindral could launch an attack from afar before you ever reach him. There is also the matter of the Oblivion Gates, which have tended to open most frequently between dusk and dawn. Please, prepare for every possibility."
An impossibility with Daea, Ocato. It is as unpredictable as chaos itself. Selinus thought.
"If there are no further questions, you are dismissed. There are servants in the hall that will assist you with whatever you need. Consider yourself prized guests of the Palace." Ocato gave them a smile as he sat back down on his throne, arms resting in the most relaxed, confident posture he could muster.
Mooneye, Cirith, we shall stay in the Palace. I would like to meet and discuss the situation later tonight. Selinus relayed to his fellow dragons the message as Ocato dismissed them.
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Post by Fanchon on Nov 18, 2009 6:00:09 GMT
As the Blackened Eye's gaze fell over her, Shelby felt decidedly uncomfortable. It was very near the feeling she got when absorbing magicka, but almost in reverse... almost being the operative term. It was as if some of the malice and hatred that went behind creating such an abomination attempted to burrow within her, to stake its claim on her very soul, yet was somehow prohibited from doing so. She visibly shuddered, then shook it off as the Gaze moved on. She'd come to terms with her own demons long ago; they no longer held any power over her. She mulled over exactly what to say when Ocato's dismissal rang out through the hall. "We're not friends yet, but I appreciate it.", she said to his offer of lodging, "and I hope that most of what was confiscated upon my capture will be waiting for me in whatever quarters you have arranged. Those daggers were custom made, and quite expensive, you know. And," she continued, looking at all her fellow adventurers, "If the contents of my coin purse are intact, then drinks at the Feed Bag are my treat. May as well get to know each other before we're confined to small tents together for a few weeks." She didn't really expect her property to be returned, much less her money. After all, it was technically stolen to begin with. Yet the daggers were special to her; made to be long and well suited for close combat as well as perfectly weighted for throwing if the need arose. If those Imperial bastards in the dungeon sold them, I'll gut every single one of them until I get those things back.OOC: No, not bored with the story. Although, if the Daea is anti-magicka, then I do think you should consider what effects it could have on someone with the Atronach as their birthsign. Depends if its been altered from the original concept or not. Just saying, could be interesting. Although I seem to be the only one who favors it
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Post by FC4 on Nov 21, 2009 18:55:14 GMT
"I am afraid, Miss Brisbane, that your coin purse is not to be returned, although I ensured your weaponry and articles of clothing have been kept safe, removed by my order from the evidence chests." Ocato informed Shelbitha as she spoke up, leaning back on the throne. "You will need them for your quest. The money, however, was confiscated as it was both stolen and used to pay some of your fines."
Ocato looked off to the side, motioning to his 'High Chancellor'. "Ensure Shelbitha Brisbane's things were placed in a room in the Palace as I had ordered, Theran."
"Yes, High Chancellor Emperor." Theran gave a small bow and then approached Shelbitha, holding out a hand. "If you will follow me, we will see to it the servants have acquired your things, and take you to your room." He informed her. (OOC: Fanchon, you can control Theran for now)
Selinus also bowed to Ocato, a stiff and more curt bow than Theran's. "My business here is finished, Ocato, so I will take my leave." He turned away from Ocato as he rose, looking around at the group again; that dark black eye analyzing them once more with unnerving stillness. Finally, he slipped his hood over his face, the monk's robe hiding all but his nose tip and mouth. The mithril staff rang softly as it tapped the floor like a walking stick, and the monk opened the door to leave the Throne Room.
"Master Selinus, would you like me to escort you to your room?" A maidservant asked, her arms wrapped up in a bundle of cloths.
"Very well." He sighed, only his mouth's expression of exasperation a hint of his emotion now. he was tired of dealing with humans, and could not wait to end up in a room, alone, to mediate and be alone, be himself; and commune with the Dragon Elders. So, he followed the maidservant through the halls, never once looking towards his escort or speaking to her.
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Post by fantome on Nov 23, 2009 23:35:13 GMT
Awww, do I hafta stay in the palace? Jo'Dar couldn't help the slight whine that crept into her voice. I was hoping to slip down to the city tonight.
She paused near Zhira's chair. "Thanks" was all she said before moving on; no need to give Saffa a chance to invade her personal space again.
While following a page boy to her room, Jo'Dar mulled over what had been said in the throne room. So some stupid human discovered how to wield the Daea unless I misunderstand things. Brilliant. He really should've researched the consequences of doing that more. And I wonder just how much Daea Selinus has used....He must have been using it for at least a few years for it to have done that to his eye. Note to self: Do NOT tick off Selinus. And...oooo, that's pretty.
The last thought was brought on by observing a pearl necklace about the neck of a court lady. Jo'Dar briefly considered ditching the page boy to nab the necklace but the lady had already spotted her.
"Keep moving kitty, you are in my way," she snapped at Jo'Dar.
Oh what wouldn't I give to eat you right about now. "But of course, m'lady. I beg your pardon," Jo'Dar said with a hint of a snarl. I hate the upper class.
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Fanchon
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Scourge of Eberron!
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Post by Fanchon on Nov 27, 2009 4:57:22 GMT
"Of course, chancellor", Shelby said with barely concealed venom in her voice. Despite his graciousness and tolerance, she still had a deep set hatred for the man. After all, he represented the Empire which had abandoned her family.
As Theran led her out of the room to her quarters, she couldn't help but hear Jo'Dar's brief exchange with the noblewoman.
"Don't fret over her. She's just another stuck up b*tch with power she doesn't deserve." , she said in a fairly good Elsweyr style accent in the Khajiit languange. Although she could understand it without fault, certain syllables and phrases were difficult or outright impossible to pronounce due to differing speech mechanisms.
Well, either I told her how I feel, or I said her family was descended from moronic sand lizards she thought after speaking, although she was fairly confident in her grasp of the language.
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