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Part MMMDLX: Treading Softly
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    • Treading Softly​

    Twenty Sixth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    What battleground the iron-forged fight on will make little difference in the end, you resolve, choosing instead to buy both the archon-graced giant and the angel. You have never been gladder to be wearing gloves than when you hand over the coin to the latter's 'master'. Thankfully he at least keeps his mouth shut once the haggling is done, you don't think you could manage polite chatter.

    Lost 13,050 IM.

    When Varys sends words of reassurance mentally neither are convinced, instead eyeing you and Ser Richard both with suspicion born of long and painful experience, but there is no denying your intent when in the dank alley behind the inn you are supposed to be staying in you shatter both their chains with Dark Sister. Sheathed in glamour the sword may yet be, but she still takes a moment's satisfaction in the deed.

    "I have no use for slaves aboard my ship or in my port, only willing crewmen," you proclaim bluntly, keeping to the persona faced with their surprise. "So there you have it, you are free. If either of you fancies shaking the dust of this place off your boots at my side and going somewhere where you can make a difference I'll welcome the company."

    The dancer's eyes spark with ruddy-golden flame and one spectral hand tightens into a first instinctively. Rage drowns surprise upon her features, looking back towards the market only to give way to simple pain a moment later. "I'll take that bargain captain, it's not like I have anything left to lose here."

    "We do thank the kindly powers," the giant and archon speak almost as one, an echo of golden bells beneath a throat roughened in forge-fire. "Home and hearth, kith and kin. All are still here and worth protecting. For our freedom we give thanks." They bow low and uncannily graceful for so large a frame follows. "If you should ever need a drink, or even aid more substantial, come to the Two Bells Tavern in the Travelers' Court, captain. You shall not find us wanting."

    "Good fortune to you then," you answer, seeing the determination etched upon his... or perhaps their face. Not what you had hoped of course, but another contact in Heaven's Shore might be helpful one day.

    Gained Fire-Souled Dapsara

    Offering first a cloak to the lady to cover the bells and veils that are as much a mark of her enslavement as the chains you struck, then your arm you leave Heaven's Shore once again for Sorcerer's Deep between sea, stone and sky.

    ***​

    After a second more truthful introduction about your name if not the particulars of fealty, you explain the nature of your realm and something of your vision for it. It does not take Asilal long to decide what she would enjoy doing. Teaching music and magic to those Scholarum acolytes who are so inclined on odd days, and teaching what she knows of the literature and poetry of Nirvana in the Academy of Fine Arts on even days. An unusual arrangement but one both institutions agree to take her on easily.

    What next?

    [] Receive a report (interlude)
    -[] Write in which

    [] Do a minor action
    -[] Write in

    OOC: You guys can poke the resistances in Heaven's Shore for information next month as either a minor action or a full one. The present 'go to the auction' action has already stretched out a lot.
     
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    Treading Softly​

    Twenty Sixth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    What battleground the iron-forged fight on will make little difference in the end, you resolve, choosing instead to buy both the archon-graced giant and the angel. You have never been gladder to be wearing gloves than when you hand over the coin to the latter's 'master'. Thankfully, he at least keeps his mouth shut once the haggling is done. You don't think you could manage polite chatter.

    Lost 13050 IM.

    When Varys sends words of reassurance mentally, neither the giant or angel are convinced, instead eyeing you and Ser Richard both with suspicion born of long and painful experience, but there is no denying your intent when in the dank alley behind the inn you are supposed to be staying in, you shatter both their chains with Dark Sister. Sheathed in glamor the sword may yet be, but she still takes a moment's satisfaction in the deed.

    "I have no use for slaves aboard my ship or in my port, only willing crewmen," you proclaim bluntly keeping to the persona faced with their surprise. "So there you have it, you are free, if either of you fancies shaking the dust of this place off your boots at my side and going somewhere where you can make a difference, I'll welcome the company."

    The dancer's eyes spark with ruddy-golden flame and one spectral hand tightens into a first instinctively. Rage drowns surprise upon her features looking back towards the market, only to give way to simple pain a moment later. "I'll take that bargain, captain. It's not like I have anything left to lose here."

    "We do thank the kindly powers," the giant and archon speak almost as one, an echo of golden bells beneath a throat roughened in forge-fire. "Home and hearth, kith and kin. All are still here and worth protecting. For our freedom we give thanks." A bow low and uncannily graceful for so large a frame follows. "If you should ever need a drink, or even aid more substantial come to the Two Bells Tavern in the Travelers' Court, captain. You shall not find us wanting."

    "Good fortune to you then," you answer, seeing the determination etched upon his... or perhaps their face. Not what you had hoped of, course, but another contact in Heaven's Shore might be helpful one day.

    Gained Fire-Souled Dapsara

    Offering first a cloak to the lady to cover the bells and veils that are as much a mark of her enslavement as the chains you struck, then your arm you leave Heaven's Shore once again for Sorcerer's Deep between sea, stone, and sky.

    ***​

    After a second more introduction about your name, if not the particulars of fealty, you explain the nature of your realm and something of your vision for it. It does not take Asilal long to decide what she would enjoy doing. Teaching music and magic to those Scholarum acolytes who are so inclined on odd days and teaching what she knows of the literature and poetry of Nirvana in the Academy of Fine Arts on even days. An unusual arrangement, but both institutions agree to take her on easily.

    What next?

    [] Receive a report (interlude)
    -[] Write in which

    [] Do a minor action
    -[] Write in

    [] Write in

    OOC: You guys can poke the resistance in Heaven's Shore for information next month as either a minor action or a full one. the present 'go to the auction' action has already stretched out a lot. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    OOC: You guys can poke the resistance in Heaven's Shore for information next month as either a minor action or a full one. the present 'go to the auction' action has already stretched out a lot. Not yet edited.
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    Prodding our nose where Asmodeus' powers is at his strongest, barring Dis itself? Yeah, whatever poor schmuck we send up there (Good God, isn't that still depressing) needs to have the strongest of Wards to obfuscate their trackers.

    Someone that could swindle information out of an Outsider's mouth, someone with a penchant for thievery, someone who has the sort of experience beforehand...

    Hmm...

    Say @Goldfish, is there any Bear-Devil Hybrid in the Monster Manual?
     
    Jack vile Ripper said:
    Prodding our nose where Asmodeus' powers is at his strongest, barring Dis itself? Yeah, whatever poor schmuck we send up there (Good God, isn't that still depressing) needs to have the strongest of Wards to obfuscate their trackers.

    Someone that could swindle information out of an Outsider's mouth, someone with a penchant for thievery, someone who has the sort of experience beforehand...

    Hmm...

    Say @Goldfish, is there any Bear-Devil Hybrid in the Monster Manual?
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    Bear devils? That's a kind of ass we haven't asked Maelor to collect...

    Yet.
     
    Jack vile Ripper said:
    Prodding our nose where Asmodeus' powers is at his strongest, barring Dis itself? Yeah, whatever poor schmuck we send up there (Good God, isn't that still depressing) needs to have the strongest of Wards to obfuscate their trackers.

    Someone that could swindle information out of an Outsider's mouth, someone with a penchant for thievery, someone who has the sort of experience beforehand...

    Hmm...

    Say @Goldfish, is there any Bear-Devil Hybrid in the Monster Manual?
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    Yogi The Murderbear
     
    Goldfish said:
    Does that include traditional magic crafting, too? If he can make Celestial Armor, does it use regular crafting rules, specifically in the cost and crafting time needed?
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    No, he uses a ritual to make it, though the cost is the same it takes less time.

    Since I know you guys will ask the ritual requires that the caster be an (Unfallen) celestial of some kind of at least 5 HD.
     
    Interlude DCCCXXIV: First Watcher
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    • First Watcher ​

    Twenty Sixth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    Street of Remembrance, Mantarys

    There had never been a dog quite like this one on the streets of Manatarys, and this was the city that had endured the glare of the Doom across the Sea of Sighs, survived a reign of demons and prospered under a reign of angels, yet no one had ever seen a dog quite like the one the dark haired girl walked down the Street of Remembrance. Its fur was golden and glossy, its ears large and floppy, and its face faintly wolf-like without making one think wolf, though one might perhaps be forgiven for missing all this seeing as the creature had scores of bright silver eyes dotted all over its body. No matter if one looked at the creature head on or out of the corner of one's eye it always, always looked back.

    Vee knew walking Glint would draw quite a bit of attention, and she didn't really like attention though she had grown to tolerate it. Glint loved it though, and he was a good boy who deserved a treat for going through all the boring check ups. Dogs were straightforward like that, if they liked you they would walk through fire for you and if they didn't like you... well in Vee's experience it meant you had messed something up, or some other human had and the poor dog couldn't tell the difference.

    A small young voice called up from up ahead. "Ooh... mommy, mommy, look, a Xor dog, a Xo'dog!" in her haste the little girl, she could not be older than three, mashed the two words together as she threw herself at Glint. Wherever her mother was she was not waiting for an answer.

    "Careful with the pup," Vee growled at Glint. Dogs knew that much of course, but they could still be startled like most folk and it wasn't exactly normal for a dog to have eye magic.

    After poking at the hound's fur for a while the little one turned to Vee in a whirlwind of black hair and flashing brown eyes. "He is a Xor dog ain't he? Like this, see?" It was only then that Vee realized the toy in the girl's left hand was a stuffed Xor doll, eye-stalks and all with bits of polished wood for eyes.

    There were a lot of answers one could give to that question, there was the wizardly sort of answer mages from Naath to Volantis to Mantarys' own Scholarum would give, there was the 'be careful around strange dogs' answer most people would give, but Vee wasn't a scholar and she wasn't most people either. Crouching down to look the girl in the eye she said. "Yeah he is, we just made him to see if the magic took."

    "That's silly," the girl giggles, still holding on firmly to Glint's fur with her right hand, a little too firmly judging from his resigned look. "You need a mommy dog and a daddy dog and..."

    "Gently now, you are holding a little too tight," Vee admonished.

    "Uh... sorry Xor dog," the girl said sheepishly, letting go of the Glint's coat.

    "See, you have to pet him right here, just between the eyes and around...." Vee showed her.

    That was how the girl's mother found them a few minutes later, not entirely sure how to take what she was seeing. Vee would have told her to take things as they were, but people rarely had the good sense to listen.

    Watchful Eyes, by Aeons Untouched Complete 26/14: Watchman Template Created

    What Next?

    [] Write in Research action

    OOC: The word little without a noun up there is not a typo, it's Vee mentally falling back into the linguistics patterns of her birth for a moment where 'little' meant any toddler.
     
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    • That is indeed really cute.
    Though practically speaking, the Watchman Creatures are not really Beholder-related, right?
    Just coincidentally also have a lot of eyes.
     
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