Topic: Our Salvation: It Is Written (Read 264738 times)

penguinofhonor · « **Reply #1455 on:** August 16, 2016, 07:36:50 am »

"I see you're feeling well," I say to the stoatman. "When are we heading out?"

AoshimaMichio · « **Reply #1456 on:** August 16, 2016, 10:11:20 am »

"Good morning! I hope my nightly shoutings didn't bother you too much? Many powers and deep understandings were archieved over the night."

"My friend." Leif addresses his backback. "Your healing worked unexpectedly well. Frankly I didn't have any hopes of perfect restoration, but results are suprisingly great. And because of this I apparently have some business in direction of Elizabeth. Do you happen to know anything about Red Clouds Parting? And any idea where to find better clothes than this makeshift skirt? It isn't very good in long term, you know."

After hearing answer he turns to Lee. "That pattern on your skirt, is it by any change based on something? Stars perhaps? There's something important about it that eludes my mind."

Xantalos · « **Reply #1457 on:** August 16, 2016, 12:43:57 pm »

"Huh. No wonder you didn't tell me it, that's a shit name.

Now then, anything of note to do? If not, I'm gonna sit here and rest from these wounds I still have."

Take the opportunity to rest.

Toaster · « **Reply #1458 on:** August 16, 2016, 04:28:39 pm »

"Yes," nodded Thomas. "I will speak to her. It sounds most enlightening, thank you. I do appreciate the offer, yes. Could someone kindly show me the way? I've already kept Mr. Munderly waiting for goodness knows how long."

Ask for directions to this mother. See if she knows where Albany is.

TopHat · « **Reply #1459 on:** August 17, 2016, 10:27:18 am »

"Wait, sapient? Do you mean the thing is alive, then?"
Cover the measure back up and get some clarification.

Harry Baldman · « **Reply #1460 on:** August 17, 2016, 11:36:59 am »

Quote from: penguinofhonor on August 16, 2016, 07:36:50 am

"I see you're feeling well," I say to the stoatman. "When are we heading out?"

Whenever you're ready, it seems like. He's been waiting for about an hour or so for you to get up from your spot. Had a nice breakfast and everything. The stoatman drains the last of his coffee. Good stuff, apparently. Great that you're in walking shape - he was afraid you'd look like morning-glory over there, he nods at the innkeeper, who grumbles into her palm.

Quote from: AoshimaMichio on August 16, 2016, 10:11:20 am

"Good morning! I hope my nightly shoutings didn't bother you too much? Many powers and deep understandings were archieved over the night."

"My friend." Leif addresses his backback. "Your healing worked unexpectedly well. Frankly I didn't have any hopes of perfect restoration, but results are suprisingly great. And because of this I apparently have some business in direction of Elizabeth. Do you happen to know anything about Red Clouds Parting? And any idea where to find better clothes than this makeshift skirt? It isn't very good in long term, you know."

After hearing answer he turns to Lee. "That pattern on your skirt, is it by any change based on something? Stars perhaps? There's something important about it that eludes my mind."

Lee seems to have been awoken by them at several points, but this did not overly impact her normal cycle of an hour of sleep followed by 20 minutes of awareness from what you understand.

As for your backpack, he is overjoyed! What a great feeling it is to have hands and feet again! What miracles can alchemy not perform, you might ask, and he would not be able to think of any! Oh, to be able to close one's fingers around another man's throat, to kick them in the kidneys while they are down, it is all too wonderful, all too beautiful! To be- eh? Red Clouds Parting? Nobody he has heard of, no. Certainly a countryman, and an uncommonly named one at that, but not anyone he is personally acquainted with, no sir!

That said, you turn to Lee again while your backpack launches into yet more appreciation of newfound mobility, and ask her about the pattern of her dress, and whether it's based on anything in particular. Moth Clan colors, she then retorts. Camouflage, also.

Quote from: Xantalos on August 16, 2016, 12:43:57 pm

"Huh. No wonder you didn't tell me it, that's a shit name.

Now then, anything of note to do? If not, I'm gonna sit here and rest from these wounds I still have."

Take the opportunity to rest.

He agrees WHOLEHEARTEDLY! It doesn't even mean anything! Useless! Not that it will stop Mr. Wilde calling him that. Must come up with something catchier, yes... as for things to do, search for material? He will get back to you about the insights that silence will provide. It should be noted that the form of material will likely greatly affect the form of protection afforded!

You nod and sort of wave him off for the moment as you step to a relatively clean bit of filthy courtyard and lay down, having a bit of a nap. Can't go running into trouble injured, can you?

Quote from: Toaster on August 16, 2016, 04:28:39 pm

"Yes," nodded Thomas. "I will speak to her. It sounds most enlightening, thank you. I do appreciate the offer, yes. Could someone kindly show me the way? I've already kept Mr. Munderly waiting for goodness knows how long."

Ask for directions to this mother. See if she knows where Albany is.

Yes, erm, the lord says... one of the guards should escort you? He looks uncertainly at the guard commander, who shrugs and instructs a guard to take you there - it's one of the sisters you recall from your basement visit. She seems a little bored as she guides you out into the courtyard and over to one of the corner towers, then once within you are led down a darkening staircase, past a heavy door and into a hallway. It's dark, it's cold, it's really unfavorably moist - definitely a dungeon.

Lacking further direction (the sister-guard seems to have turned around at some point and gone back), you suppose you might as well step forward - the result of this is that you run into a fellow standing right in front of you in the dark. He jumps back, but says nothing as you apologize profusely, simply standing in front of you, his shape slowly resolving in the dark as your eyes adapt to its depth. He's not by any means a small guy - well-built, shaved head. And unless your mistaken, that thing in his hand catching what little light there is in the place is probably a knife.

Quote from: TopHat on August 17, 2016, 10:27:18 am

"Wait, sapient? Do you mean the thing is alive, then?"
Cover the measure back up and get some clarification.

Oh yes, certainly. How ELSE do you think it can successfully analyze something as mysterious as a sudden onset of sorcerous silence? It interacts poorly with conventional things, and is thus useful for grinding possible occurrences into their constituent elements! Really very simple, wouldn't you say?

Very simple, you say as you wrap it up again. Very simple indeed. The skull feels warm now, mobile. Awakened. It feels almost like it's squirming out of your grasp every now and then.

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Xantalos · « **Reply #1461 on:** August 17, 2016, 01:11:38 pm »

"Ah...this is nice, ya know. Not having to tear anyone limb from limb because they fucked me over. I could get used to it."

One more restings pls

AoshimaMichio · « **Reply #1462 on:** August 17, 2016, 02:52:32 pm »

Leif stands up and gives the backpack friendly slap on back.

"Nice to see you on good spirits! I think it is time Lee and I proceed to where we need to go. As for you... well, try to not get cought again. When I left Anglefork castle yesterday one of my buddies kinda burned half of the stoats and their camp onto ground, so either they will assault the castle soon or quit it. So you may want to check out if you can be helpful there. Or, you know, do whatever you want to."

It's adventure time again! To north towards Elizabet, presumably. Backpack can go wherever he wants, just letting him know that situation is probably changing around the castle.

On the road Leif talks again. Mostly for himself, but also discreetly informing Lee that fire and brimstone might fall from sky at some point of time.
"I'm almost hoping some fool will try to rob us on the way. I learned another word of power in midst of my dreams; apocalypse. I want to try it out on something." The Word rolls on tongue nicely...

Toaster · « **Reply #1463 on:** August 17, 2016, 04:27:24 pm »

"I apologize again, good sir! I am here looking for the mother of the lord of the keep. One of the guards was leading me this way but must have had to go back. I don't suppose you could point me in the right direction, please?"

Ask directions.

penguinofhonor · « **Reply #1464 on:** August 17, 2016, 11:55:31 pm »

Let's set out south toward Speaker's Bridge. Though I'm even more nervous about visiting there after learning about the recent name change. Hopefully I can go around it if it's going to be an issue.

TopHat · « **Reply #1465 on:** August 18, 2016, 03:08:40 pm »

Alive, if not what I'd expected for a first shot at artificial life. Possibly sentient. Trapped in a skull. Stop for a minute and consider the ethical implications of this.

Harry Baldman · « **Reply #1466 on:** August 19, 2016, 02:49:40 pm »

Quote from: Xantalos on August 17, 2016, 01:11:38 pm

"Ah...this is nice, ya know. Not having to tear anyone limb from limb because they fucked me over. I could get used to it."

One more restings pls

You continue relaxing on the ground in peace and quiet. Relative peace and quiet, anyway. There is the increasing clamor of armored feet, you notice after a little while napping. Some shouting of what sounds like military orders, something about rafts? Shortly the courtyard becomes a little noisome for you, and you arise at last.

Standing over you is the commander. It'll be time in a little while. In the meantime, do you have a convenient method for crossing a river? Tactically relevant information. And how do you feel about infantry support? Do you actually require any? The force in the town is likely meager considering its size, and if what she understands is correct the gifts of your kind tend to have a lot of collateral damage associated with them.

Quote from: AoshimaMichio on August 17, 2016, 02:52:32 pm

Leif stands up and gives the backpack friendly slap on back.

"Nice to see you on good spirits! I think it is time Lee and I proceed to where we need to go. As for you... well, try to not get cought again. When I left Anglefork castle yesterday one of my buddies kinda burned half of the stoats and their camp onto ground, so either they will assault the castle soon or quit it. So you may want to check out if you can be helpful there. Or, you know, do whatever you want to."

It's adventure time again! To north towards Elizabet, presumably. Backpack can go wherever he wants, just letting him know that situation is probably changing around the castle.

On the road Leif talks again. Mostly for himself, but also discreetly informing Lee that fire and brimstone might fall from sky at some point of time.
"I'm almost hoping some fool will try to rob us on the way. I learned another word of power in midst of my dreams; apocalypse. I want to try it out on something." The Word rolls on tongue nicely...

[The Call To Murder: 5]

Eh, he says. Stoatmen have their charms. Have you heard a stoatman's death rattle, for instance? Very unique sound. But it's all too familiar. He was somewhat looking forward to the challenge of killing some with only one hand, but he's afraid he'd only retread old ground again if he went back. You have to find new audiences, seek new places to ply your trade! That's the path to self-improvement, he's sure you would agree! So he'll follow you to the north for the time being, unless of course you explicitly object to his presence?

You suppose you don't, so you let Lee lead the way northward, mostly on account of her having made what seems to be the reverse of this trip before. She leads you along ravines and deep woods, meticulously avoiding the road for the next ten miles as you trek through the wilderness before rejoining the river. Every now and then she stops in her path, examining a stone here or a set of twigs there and ruminating on their significance. The day is warm and overcast as you move on along, and eventually the woods start to thin out, turning into dry brush after you've been steadily climbing upward for the better part of the day. The road eventually peters out and outlying farms grow increasingly rare, as do forks to smaller villages that Lee seems to have no interest in, and you eventually reach what seems to have been the goal for the day.

It's an odd place to be sure, a canyon that seems to be wholly artificial in nature, two smooth 45 degree slopes bisecting soil and sedimentary rock as they meet from half a mile apart. The river runs into it at a right angle - actually, runs out of it, in fact. You're not sure how that works, really - there's no spring in the canyon that you can see, the water just seems to appear at the edge, and the river seems to have a weird flowing cross-section just like the rock does.

[The Nomadic Tradition: 2]

Right next to where the river terminates you see an encampment, a circle of what you're reasonably sure are some exotic variety of teepees, colored red and topped with white and black feathers. Lee looks to you for a second, anticipating a question. Stork Clan, she answers in advance. They may prove useful for the crossing.

Quote from: Toaster on August 17, 2016, 04:27:24 pm

"I apologize again, good sir! I am here looking for the mother of the lord of the keep. One of the guards was leading me this way but must have had to go back. I don't suppose you could point me in the right direction, please?"

Ask directions.

He stares at you for a few moments, then blinks a resolute yes, and leads you past a few cells to a door at the end of the hall, a forbidding metal affair that accepts a large key from the belt of the man you assume to be the turnkey. He turns it twice and swings the door open, revealing a small dark chamber that'd comfortably host about half a person. Nobody seems to be inside, curiously enough, though admittedly even if there was anyone in it you're not entirely confident you could see them in the lighting provided. The turnkey stands by the door, absolutely lacking in expectation.

Quote from: penguinofhonor on August 17, 2016, 11:55:31 pm

Let's set out south toward Speaker's Bridge. Though I'm even more nervous about visiting there after learning about the recent name change. Hopefully I can go around it if it's going to be an issue.

The stoatman finishes his coffee, then yours, and after patting the innkeeper on the head and wishing her a happy hangover heads out with you. The sun is setting, and soon enough it grows dark and lonely in the woods. The stoatman tries to keep your spirits up with a variety of dirty jokes on the way. You definitely hadn't heard the one about the minder and the cannibal before, you must admit.

[In The Dark Of The Night: 1]

And it appears that somebody else hadn't either, because you hear a rather resonant cackle in the woods as the stoatman delivers the punchline, the tone of it reminding you of poorly made wind chimes, an inorganic noise of fine junk clattering. Out of the corner of your eye you notice something orange, glowing. You turn to look, but nothing is there. The bush on both sides of the road waves in a sudden breeze, and the cackle repeats.

The stoatman pauses a moment. Huh. Have you heard the one about the night gaunt and the walrus, he asks, bending a little lower as he casts his eye about, adopting a strange defensive position and pulling out a dagger, seemingly able to twist a full 180 degrees with his spine alone to get a good look all around him.

Quote from: TopHat on August 18, 2016, 03:08:40 pm

Alive, if not what I'd expected for a first shot at artificial life. Possibly sentient. Trapped in a skull. Stop for a minute and consider the ethical implications of this.

You suppose Nately could be wrong and it's not sapient at all. That'd be something of a relief. If it actually is, though, you can't help but wonder what failing to feed it phenomena would count as. Animal cruelty? Child neglect? Was the thing contained in it ethically sourced? Have you torn apart an otherworldly family by assisting in the creation of this measure? What does it mean for humanity that the source of its potential doom (that is, if the sea in your visions and wherever this glow came from are identical in some way) is possibly sapient and possesses humanoid desires? Are they humanoid desires? Is it legitimately hungry, or is hunger simply the best approximation for what a thing fundamentally unlike you in physiology feels?

Oh wait, it's shaking now. Are you supposed to unwrap it? Nately seems to think so. But how does he know any of this? And why are there so many soldiers in the courtyard now? Are they going somewhere? And oh my, is it starting to shake more intensely with every moment? What do you do? Should you step back from everyone? It might just explode!

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Xantalos · « **Reply #1467 on:** August 19, 2016, 03:27:38 pm »

Daniels lazily gazes up at the commander.

"Method for crossing a river? I could probably just jump across. As for infantry support, well, I'm monstrously strong, have a killing weapon, and a few magical words. I don't really use the words that often, but maybe a guy or two could accompany me just to make sure I don't get ganked in the back while killing things. I'm not so high on the collateral damage meter, more specific lethality.

Oh, excuse me for one moment, it looks like my armor's close to completion."

Go observe the unveiling of the silence. If I need material still, point out the stained glass window presumably still by the blacksmith's house.

Toaster · « **Reply #1468 on:** August 20, 2016, 08:47:12 am »

Hmm. "Hello? Umm... mother of the lord of the keep, are you in there? I am told you are wise and can help me? I'm looking for Albany?

Ask. Maybe look questioningly at the turnkey if there's no answers.

TopHat · « **Reply #1469 on:** August 20, 2016, 03:02:18 pm »

"Dangerous to bystanders, you said?"
Rapidly backpedal away from the guards before unwrapping the measure and looking into it. Or letting Nately look into it, if he seems eager to do so. Let's just decide that bit on the fly.

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