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[Tiruin]

((Isn't it night already or have I missed a timeskip?  Anyway, thinking it is late afternoon.))

Earlier that day, Feleris remembered speaking to that elder, she asked him if he needed anything. Her generosity was invaluable.

"I've noticed those leaves you gathered earlier, if you will it, could you bring me a few of them?" he replied. Before he turned back, he remembered his promise to himself and returned the gesture.

"Erm, by the way, my name is Feleris, Feleris Valinar. Your kindness strikes me, there are very few of you that I've met in my journeys, if you need anything in return, just ask."

Yes, as clear as day it was. He stood up and exited his tent, looking for that man in teal. Hoping to catch him before the meeting started, and maybe anyone else in particular.

[Dwarmin]

((@Tiruin: RP doesn't have to pay attention to temporal limits. You can RP your chars at any time.

@Law: Also, Saren is a Female Lizard...man. Maybe we should just use Lizardwoman >_>))

[lawastooshort]

Additional action: seek some extra Trotter's Balm!

[Tiruin]

While walking through the maze of tents, Feleris suddenly hit his head with his own hand. He had forgotten to tell the elder about Stromgand! Shaking his head, he promised the next time he would see her, he would spill everything he knew about the pathetic leader; trouble was brewing but he had other things in mind.

As if fate itself answered Feleris' question, he did come upon someone else.

Only that someone else had a tail with a tattoo and what seemed to be a gash of violet stretching from its eye to neck. It had it's back partly turned as it was searching a tent for something.

Feleris drew his bow in hesitation, was that a thief maybe? He dared not shoot a fellow expeditioner, so he approached with hands free at the lizardman.

"Hail friend, I see you're up late, there is a meeting soon in the center of the camp. I hope you'd attend." He said to the figure. It seemed to not notice him, or was it just his voice?

There was a filled bag not far from where the lizardman stood, was it a thief? He slowly put a hand to one of the knives hanging at his belt. "Be you friend or foe, I am Feleris Valinar, Ranger of the Sylvan glade. Speak now or forever hold your silence!" He eyed the staff the lizardman held. He did not want to fight a mage, or at all for that matter.

Spoiler: OOC note (click to show/hide)

((Lizardman sounds correct in looks,

Gender: Is female but is mentally and physcially no different from a male...except during mating season

. Also, if I did approach it the wrong way, please say  ))

[Ochita]

Ochita was in his tent, idily going though a book that was a detailed guide on brewing plants, into potions, or booze, depending on the situation. He was setting up the apparatus to make a couple of healing potions, when he faintly heard the elf, and he seemed... Angry? Hostile? alert, he gently put his book down, and picked up his blade, and exited the tent.

Even in the low light, he could see the elf, with his hand on his belt, over a dagger, staring at a lizardman, who was rifling though a tent, quite close to him. He shifts into a combat stance, hand on sword.

"Hello, lizardfolk. May I ask what you are doing, rifling though people's tents?"

[micelus]

As she walked back to the tents, Saren was accosted by one of her fellow travelers, an old woman. She would have tried to brush off the encounter as quick as possible, but she was an elder...and well Saren had her morals...Even if she was going to do quite a few illegal things today.

"Elder, you do me honour by asking. My species, having a different body entirely from humans and the like, require completely different medicines. While magical healing and potions work just as well on us as others, herbs and medicines that can probably heal a disease in humans probably won't work on us as well."

Saren caught her breath and continued.

"We usually need balms to keep our bodies in good shape; our scales fall off and chafe painfully if we are not careful...That is all I now elder. Is there anymore that you wish to know?"

After speaking with the elder, Saren crept over to the tents and began rifling to one in particular. Mostly clothing for the most part, useless to her...Although she doubted their owners would need them for very long, never the less, Saren felt despicable.

As she was looking around, someone seemed to have come upon her. She listened.

I knew this was a bad idea! Foolish and evil actions only make things worse, Saren!

She turned, with staff in hand, and saw an elf with a bow drawn. She spoke with remorse, "Valinar...the meeting is a farce. Stromgard probably means to kill off most of and only keep around his lackeys. Attending would be death...would be safer to leave now. Which is what I plan to do, after I find enough supplies to bring with me. The dead won't need food and I don't feel like giving Stromgard any more advantages over us."

She then noticed another come by. Seemed that a lot more people decided to stay away from the meeting than she thought. Well at least they wouldn't be killed.

"I'll...be honest. I am...stealing. I don't feel right about it, but the people won't need it for very long; Stromgard probably means to kill us all."

To both she said, "Please, I do not wish to fight. But if I must, then I shall have to add you to my list of sins and do penance as needed."

She tensed up, and gripped her staff harder.

[Tiruin]

Feleris loosed his grip on the blade and bow, this was a dangerous situation for a fight and if it should occur; it would attract a lot of unwanted attention. The man in teal was also present, maybe this would be a good time to spill it. The lizardman seems to also know about our leader's morals.

"I sense no need for a fight, there is enough evil already gathering in the center of the camp." He said to both of them, noting their reluctance to fight.

He re-introduced himself to the mage, and continued speaking to both. "Stealing is bad no matter what the reason is, yet I too feel the same about why. Stromgand controls most of the expedition and the meeting is most probably a trap as you say, yet I have to attend lest he become suspicious. I also feel regret, that many won't be saved from the coming slaughter as we cannot breach the defenses of the fortress alone." The thoughts of many of the fellow expeditioners waving good-bye to their families and their stories of what they would do once they return crossed his mind once more. Many would not.

He noticed the lizardman's emotions, as far as he could guess it planned to leave early and most likely, alone.

"I've scouted the surrounding areas, it would be unwise to leave alone. Nobody can reach the fortress unless ye can bypass an army of orcs and the like. The surrounding wilderness is also a danger to the unprepared. Yet I am also unsure if we stay though we all have a common ally here. His name is Halbarad and though his control is weak, his heart is true. I would not like to see him die at the hands of Stromgand's louts. Also, I see both of you reasonably well-armed. My guess is, if we can warn most of the others about the coming trap, and then attend the meet; we may be able to save a lot more than we can right now.

"My information may be flawed though, there are many things that I might've missed. I just wish you both safety in the name of the Goddess in whatever path you choose. Life is a precarious thing when faced with these dangers. If you have any allies, please, spread the word."

He turned to the teal mage and lowered his voice just enough for only them to hear. "Are you not the one that holds knowledge of Toz' fortress?" He glanced around, hoping no one else was eavesdropping. Bright stars twinkled overhead.



((The last sentence was just for decoration. Merry Christmas Everyone!!))

[micelus]

"We might, we might...but we simply don't have the numbers. I've counted. Halbarad leads less than one-tenth of this whole expedition...three-tenths are lead by that mage and the rest are the lackeys of Stromgand. Even if the mages do side with us, it would still be unlikely that we would be the victors...I hate leaving them to die myself, but what can we do?"

Saren stayed quiet for a moment...and had an idea. She pointed at the teal one.

"Wait, don't you yourself hold knowledge on the fortress? That means...Stromgard has no bloody idea what to expect! We just need to warn Angvard make, sure him and you escape, and then...I don't know. Run? Fight back? Seems painful either way..."

[Zako]

Rhogar didn't react visibly, he just kept tending to his equipment. However, his mind raced in alarm. This would definately hinder his progress, it may even delay him so much that the orc might pass him! He could not let this pass, but as much as his god's ways demanded him to stike them all down in honourable combat, he knew that it was better to leave quietly and without attracting too much attention. However, there was a signifigant problem if he left alone, the wilderness could hinder his progress, and he would not be able to sleep safely at night which would drain his energy as he would have to sleep lightly incase of ambush. He needed companions, at least for the time being and this Lizardfolk seemed like one of the best options.

After he had finished organizing his equipment, namely packing his pack to leave, he was going to go look for the lizardfolk who had talked to him earlier when he heard a small verbal tussle nearby in the camp. Using his superior height to his advantage, he stood tall over the tents and saw it was the one who he was looking for, right in the middle of an arguement between an elf of some kind and someone in a robe. He couldn't risk this escalating out of hand, not when the possible killer was right nearby! He had to intervene.

Walking casually towards them, he heard them talking about the leader of this party and possibly leaving, which suited him just fine, seeing as he needed at least 2 other people to journey with him safely. Walking straight past the small group without looking at them, he whispered out of the corner of his mouth to them.

"Don't talk about leaving or fighting when he's right nearby. Talk to me in five minutes outside the camp to the east. Bring only those who you trust."

Rhogar just kept walking, straight past a few tents, making as if to answer the call of nature and once out of sight of the camp, quietly circled around to the east of the camp and waited in the shadow of a tree.

[IronyOwl]

Rykmar reluctantly turned to the red corner first, bowing respectfully. He really didn't want to annoy any of them, but obviously that was impossible- at some point, a choice had to be made, and one had to be declared less than another. He just hoped he was making the correct one.

Turn to Red corner first.

[Dwarmin]

Rykmar reluctantly turned to the red corner first, bowing respectfully. He really didn't want to annoy any of them, but obviously that was impossible- at some point, a choice had to be made, and one had to be declared less than another. He just hoped he was making the correct one.

Turn to Red corner first.

Rykmar turns to the Red corner. [3][5][1]

Greeds four faces show a combined feeling of regal magnanimity, for a moment. Rykmar blinks, and something clatters to his feet. He only dares pick it up when the Prince of Greed waves his hands to indicate he should do so. It's a plain red velvet bag, with no indication as to it's contents.

Gained Item: Bag of Greed/Do you dare open it?

Pride purrs happily, snapping his feline claws. Rykmar feels himself grown more confident.

Gained Effect: Prides Folly: Gain + 30% DF for 24 hours against Humanoids

Zealotry steps back from the fight for a moment and turns toward you a bit testily, sheathing his swords. He seems to be angry you interrupted his fight... [3] but he doesn't deign to punish you. Yet.

...

And at the same time...

Rykmar feels the enraged gaze of Lust scorching the back of his neck. He fights hard not to succumb...

[Intelligence: Rykmar vs Princess of Lust/1+1 vs 1+1...1+1 vs 5+1...Rykmar takes a hit]

Rykmar loses the contest of wills, lowering his defense, and giving himself to her for only a short moment-he feels the Princess reach out and snag a small, essential piece of him, fondling it and using her delicate, finely trimmed claws to place it in a small crystal bottle with wicked delight.

Gained Effect: Portion of Soul Removed, -10% HP permanently until recovered

Apathy shrugs, muttering under his breath. "What a loser..."

Sloth jaws close shut with a terrific clap, sending a rain of acidic spittle flying into the arena.

[Reflexes: Rykmar vs Prince of Sloth/3+1 vs 4...5+1 vs 6...6+1 vs 5. Rykmar dodges.]

Rykmar manages to sidestep a sizable plop of acidic spittle that landed where was standing.

Gluttony, Wrath and Envy remain respectfully silent, having been neither insulted nor accorded the honor they deserve.

...

A few moments later, Pride jumps on the banister and speaks in a loud, screeching tone-his feline voice seems alot louder than his body would suggest.

"We are all glad you came Rykmmmmar-and that you honored the ones who derserved it the mmmost, being mmme."

Greed and Zealotry nod in agreements.

Lust, Apathy and Sloth scowl. Lust shakes the litte bottle with your soul portion in it, and you feel a stabbing pain in that empty spot.

"We did not bring you here to bandy pretty litte words, though! We hear you are searching for the source. Why didn't you deign to informmm us of your quest?

We of the Nine have desired it's...powers...for ourselves often enough."

Greed speaks up, a low speech, rapid and guttural. His many hands clutch his many chins in contemplation. His four faces simultaneously weep, gnash their teeth, laugh and scowl at the same time.

"Maybe he wanted The Source all for himself, maybe? Selfish little Rykmar. I like him already."

Zealotry intercedes, his voice straining and booming, like a Fanatical preacher on a pulpit. He may be the youngest Prince, but he is no less brash.

"He probably wants to become King of the Mortal Realm. Or what? Challenge one of us perhaps for rule of Hell? Do Tell Rykmar-Confession is good for the soul!"

The group falls silent, awaiting Rykmars answer.

[IronyOwl]

Rykmar nodded respectfully to Greed.

"Greed has the right of it," he said simply. "I wanted the power for myself, and felt that imploring you for aid would reduce my share."

"As for what I want... primarily to utterly subjugate the mortal realm. The thought of challenging the Lords of Hell had not occurred to me."

[Dwarmin]

Envy speaks from the side a serpentine hiss.

"Never deny your covetous nature, Rykmar...you want what we want have."

Pride speaks again.

"Good, good. Perhaps you will be successful, where so mmmmany others have failed. A Prideful notion! Is he wise or mmmmerely Foolish?"

You hear Sloths chuckling behind you.

"Yes, per...haps. Or..If...he fails...I...want him...hungry"

Lust speaks in a mellifluous, echoing voice.

"Darling, if Rykmar fails-I want him. I've already got a piece...I want the whole set. I could use a new toy..."

She giggles.

Apathy shrugs.

Gluttony lets out a disgusting belch.

Pride cuts through the rabble.

"Hmmmmm, yes. Do not fail Rykmmmmmar. The powers of Nine are at your disposal-you only have to ask...and do our favors...no mmmatter what we say...

For we want to see the Mmmmortals subjugated, a proper setting for the End Times! If you fail, we will bring you back to the Hell Planes...and you will serve one of our courts. Forever!"

Greed thinks for a moment, noddng half of his heads somberly.

"Enough talk. Let's not keep Rykmar waiting, shall we? He can go now. Dismissed."

Wrath screams, his voice unable to be heard. It was probably an affirmative, maybe.

Zealotry begins to unsheath his sword. He seems on the verge of jumping into the arena and beheading you.

"LEAVE US, YOU MISERABLE WRETCH!"

[IronyOwl]

Gulp. Leave promptly.

Find necromancer.


Rykmar's expression was not a pleasant one as he refocused on the material world. The stakes had just increased dramatically. Well, not that failure was ever far from an unpleasant fate, but now it was ironclad. He hated things he couldn't flee from if things turned sour.

There was no hesitation in his next course of action. He needed that minion, and he needed her now.

[Dwarmin]

Rykmar takes a few moments to compose himself. He can't let his mark see his own desperation, his own fear. Serving the Courts of Nine is not a pleasant thought. Most Demons who experience that fate become little more than mindless, eternally tormented thralls, never escaping from Hell ever again.

Like all good Demons, he wears the mask with ease. He knows he will succeed-because he is Rykmar!

...he approached the Necromancer later that night, sighing and sitting down by the woman uninvited-as she tended her own small fire, seperate and alone from the rest of the adventurers. He gazed upon her with his Demonic countenance.

She shivers despite the warmth of the flames. Her voice wavers-between meaningless rage and cloying self pity.

"Y..you...Again! What do you want with me now? You know what I can do you? Horrible...horrible things. I wish I couldn't do them but I can.

I am cursed...leave me alone! I deserve to be alone. Just go, and don't force me to hurt you..I never wanted to hurt anyone...go..."

Your mere presence weakens her resolve to resist-Rykmar can hear her voice literally falling in pitch as he sits by her, doing nothing but watching and listening.

Yes, you can feel her thoughts-fear, hatred, loneliness, desperation...and curiosity.

And she's all yours.