Quest [Spring SQ] Excursion (Right)

Inoadar, Miro and Venser assist the Black Sun

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

[Spring SQ] Excursion (Right)

Postby Nemesis on June 6th, 2014, 3:48 pm

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It was shown in Nolan Parnell’s relatively quick research that this facility had apparently had something to do with experimentation… more specifically experimentation of like-humans, animals and kelvics. The Acolyte nodded, more to herself than to anyone else; there were not many reasons that something would be built underground, or have a section of a facility built underground, so she had had her suspicions, and was very glad that Parnell had decided to accompany the Black Sun on this excursion – he could prove to continue to be useful. “
I don’t need details, Parnell, I am no master poison crafter. But I thank you for your assistance.

The Acolyte watched with fascination as the poison crafter pulled out what looked like a dart and added a few droplets of the contents of it to the remnants of blood. She could see the reaction and her curiosity was piqued; it was highly doubtful that a poisoner would store crafting equipment in darts; that was a weapon of a sort, and he had used it to determine whether or not they were looking at kelvic blood. “
What poison could you possibly have that could determine the properties of a blood sample?” Her voice was low, quiet enough that the Ebonstryfe soldiers and other two citizens could not hear, but it was firm enough that Nolan would know he had no choice but to answer.

In the other room, Evelyn too began to examine the shelves, though most of what she saw was little more that dust and disintegrated works. Any loose pages which had not fallen apart had had the cursive fade with time – there was nothing but yellowed parchment to recover. “
A shame these ruins were not found decades ago… perhaps there might have been something to salvage then…” the woman sighed.

Attention focused on carefully picking up a piece of paper and trying to seeing if she might be able to see anything on it, she did not see the silvery orb slip out of the room. Barely murmuring in response to Miro’s words, the guard leaned in with the torch in order to give her better light. Her eyes gleamed brightly as, eventually, she could squint enough to make out very faint cursive. But the torch was being held too low, and it took less than a chime for the parchment to go up in flames. “
Blake! Does your incompetence know no limits!?” The woman shouted at the man as she dropped the quickly burning piece of paper. She had known these men for a long time and, whilst they would enjoy a jest, they were both well trained – and Blake was not capable of such folly.

Behind her, the lone Parnell stood. In synchronisation with the Acolyte’s angry words, Parnell would find himself struck by the same affliction as the soldier Blake. A hidden spectre, or many, lurked, and had been watching, waiting. Without warning the soulmist of one of these spectres, barely visible in the low light of the torches, forced itself through Parnell’s every orifice, and it began the battle to gain control of the poison crafter’s astral being.

Meanwhile, as Miro moved forward, through the next door, he would see a long, curved corridor, which had approximately five doors. All but one of the doors were closed and all lined the wall on his right. He couldn’t see the end of the corridor from where he stood.

NoteTake it that’ a “no” on the map front?

Ino – this ghost has very high Possession, just so as you know :P PM me if you want some idea of what it might do to you. :)
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Postby Inoadar on June 7th, 2014, 3:58 am

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Inoadar was proud and gratified to find the acolyte showing appreciation, and even interest, when she asked what poison he'd used to determine the nature of the blood sample. He explained quickly that only Wildleash poison would continue to absorb Kelvic blood, as it was a component of the compound. He added his conjecture that this extra bit of blood would not affect its potency. He did NOT go on to mention that it would not give any clues regarding NON-Kelvic samples. Not only did she not appear to want any more details right then, but he did not want to admit any lack of knowledge in his chosen field.

When the soldier ineptly set one of the old papers alight, he was aghast beyond speech. For the first time, Lady Grey's response seemed mild compared to what he'd have done to the fool. He did not yet know what had truly caused the man to commit such an act. But he was about to find out. Just about the time he found words to express his outrage at the clumsy destruction of possibly priceless documents, he was shocked mute by sudden, unimaginable cold, stealing his breath away.

Inoadar had no prior experience with ghosts. He knew of their existence, and had even seen one or two in his lifetime. But nothing prepared him for the onslaught of icy cold, spearing his nerve endings with trembling paralysis. He stood, unable to even gasp, rooted to the spot as he felt the intrusion of a will other than his own. He found himself unable to even drop the sample so it may clink on the floor. Instead he grasped it hard. This was not so much of a planned response as a simple reflex.

When the vial broke, a shard of glass stabbed his hand, sending a bolt of pain lancing up his arm. For just a moment, he gained a peculiar benefit as his awareness of his own arm flashed to his consciousness because of the pain. He regained temporary control of his arm and shoulder. But it was short lived, and gave him no ability to shout a warning. The ghost immediately reinforced its possessive dominance over his senses. Inoadar felt himself slipping, losing himself in a haze of disconnection from his own body.

Terror seized him. In all his misadventures, he'd never experienced such a knowledge of complete defeat. But more than that was the loathing of someone else existing within him. Having him like a prostitute, raping his very soul with deadened insignificance. What he would do was suddenly going to be of no import. He'd made mistakes, plenty of them! And had suffered consequences. But he'd never been disattached from his own actions, made to watch while a hostile mind made a puppet of him.

With a last desperate will, he pushed off with his toes, trying to topple himself to the floor, face first. He would gladly suffer the broken nose and teeth to stop this imprisonment within his own self. And it might give warning to the rest of the party. The thought of his body being used to wreak havoc on the goals of this expedition was beyond violation. He would be thought a traitor by any that survived.

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Postby Miro on June 11th, 2014, 2:15 am

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Ender was nervous admittedly nervous to abandon his master and act on his own, but he was sure of himself in any situation. As long as he did not hinder his master's own plans, was not ordered otherwise, he had no obligation to sit idly. The Familiar was his own wizard now, and it was about time this was shown. Though to get damaged, waste too much Djed, cause a scene, it would mean trouble. It meant caution was of the highest importance.

With everything shut out, the Irylid had his mind singularly focused. In his replicant form, he was better able to fight, but less observant. However the ease in holding a lantern with his hand made up for such a thing twice over. In a world designed for Humans, to be without hands was a terrible curse. In this room, the entrance, to he could see the stairs that led to the exit. The faint bits of light that poured through the cracks were of comfort. To his right was the party he had abandoned. But before him was his destination, a room passed over.

Miro on the other hand, he had gone the opposite direction. While Ender had moved back a room, he had moved forth. This was a long curved corridor, which was not like any other room they had been in. It distorted his image of the ruins entirely. A line of several doors appeared on his right, but he could not see what was at the end. He knew he should not abandon the others, but he could not help but wonder what was at the other end. But then something happened that startled his mind.

First it was a tinge of heat against his finger, the enchanted ring he possessed, it sparked with excitement. It was something he knew meant a rise in flame nearby. It caused the Reimancer to halt and listen, a momentary redirection of Djed forced into his ear drums. A yell from the Acolyte that led them, a bad sign, then the faintest crunch of glass. It was obvious the wizard hadn't any choice but to turn around. Unless his partner would turn around, which wouldn't happen without an order. Best to handle things himself anyways.

Ender could sense the disturbance from his master, but could not be bothered by it. There was hardly a situation he could imagine them to been presented with that both of them would be required to resolve. With Nolan, Venser, the soldiers and Acolyte, what more assistance could be needed? The Irylid walked forth, away from the entrance, away from the party, onward into the undiscovered room. Though he kept a slow and steady pace, eager for a threat to startle him.

Miro signaled for the soldier he had with him to turn back, Jepsen he thought the name to be. The two quickly made their way back to the former room, the undead anxious of what might have happened. In the room was a plain sight, as normal as any. Inoadar and the soldier seemed slightly off, Evelyn with a disturbed look on her face to match. Something was off here, but what was lost to the wizard. As an act of caution, the Reimancer called his Res to attention before his staff. Something was not quite right here.

"Nolan, Miss Grey, Blake, what is the commotion in here? I was ahead, saw a long winding corridor, several doors to choose from. I sensed something amiss here, so I returned." He noticed the blank look about Nolan, the blood that trickled from his hand, shards of glass upon the floor. No, definitely there was something the matter, something bad. "Miss Grey, Nolan, tell me what is going on here, did something happen?" Could Nolan have a plan to betray their mission? Trouble was definitely abound.


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Postby Venser Rush on June 11th, 2014, 4:01 pm

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Fire. It was the first sound he heard that distracted him from the array of useless, yellowed pages of a book he had been perusing in an attempt to garner some sort of awareness of what the place was. Old, decayed, and disrupted, what was left of the text was nothing more than smudged words in faded margins, obviously the notes of whoever had been reading. From what Venser understood from it, the words were set in Nader Canoch, the Ancient Tongue, but with no context, there was nothing to take from isolated and dismembered sentences. The Rush twin murmured under his breath, referencing the soldier's inability to keep a torch still,

"The fool... you would think a soldier would be more present in the situation..."

Instead, Venser heard flames crackling and consuming, followed by the sound of one of the Ebonstryfe soldiers being reprimanded by the Acolyte. Evelyn Grey, if anything, was competent at that. A narrowed gaze moved from the shelf and over it, cast upon the Ebonstryfe soldier who seemed utterly indifferent to the reprimand, almost unaware of it. His stare was blank and cast off. Unaware. Venser had no idea what was going on, but immediately, he was distracted by the sound of shattering glass. Nolan seemed to be struck with the same affliction, his eyes vacant and unfocused, his actions distracted and almost unconsciously done. The Rush twin stepped forward as Miro did, his fingers reaching to undo the clip to his punch dagger, holding one in his left hand as he allowed his right hand to remain free from the weapon as he stood forth. His first hypothesis was treachery. Blake and Nolan had begun their foolishness at the same time, the first destroying his very own work while the other incinerated what could have possibly been something of value.

Even Nolan? He, at the very least, struck me as the intelligent sort...

Both betrayed their cause, but something seemed off, and the Rush twin was quite unwilling to make a decision. That, after all, was Acolyte Grey's job. Rather, Venser strove to make himself useful, instead. He would attempt to 'read' Nolan's aura, as he already had in the past, in an attempt to see what was off. Venser was, at the moment, mere steps away from Miro, the blonde deciding to work with his strengths and what was familiar to him rather than extend a hand in 'Lady Grey's' direction and be shot down. Venser allowed a breath to escape him as Nolan seemed to freeze still, as of yet unmoving, though it could change at any moment. Djed worked its ways into his eyes once again as he synchronized his mind to the poisoner's aura. The process took ticks, in which Venser took taking several steps back, allowing a moment to pass with baited breath before he saw it.

Nolan's aura was disrupted, altered from what he knew the poisoner's aura to be, it seemed stagnant in a way, though Venser was unable to see how or why. A deep, moving tremor shook the Rush twin's body as gooseflesh tore about his skin, shivers immediately shaking the young man's form as a deep, powerful cold penetrated him. He immediately severed the connection to Nolan's aura, a frown pursing his lips. He took several moments in order to attempt to understand what he saw, but did not yet speak out his analysis.
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Postby Nemesis on June 14th, 2014, 8:37 pm

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Upon returning to the original room with the staircase leading out of the facility, Miro’s Familiar, Ender, entered the room that had not yet been checked by the party. With enough light, he would see a vast room, many feet across, and about as many wide. Lining the walls, and running down in parallel lines through the room, he would see tall wooden bookshelves, though some had rotted and toppled onto others, most remained erect. Books and papers lay on the shelves, and others littered the floor though, from where Ender was, it would be impossible for him to see whether what remained in this library was of any use, or even in a good enough condition to read.

Back in the other room, where the humans remained, the soldier Blake stood still and stiff for a tick or two, before his body relaxed. Though none yet knew it, except Blake and Parnell, the ghost had successfully taken possession of the Ebonstryfe soldier. The man turned to meet the gaze of his expectant superior and muttered, “
I’m sorry, Acolyte Grey. A sudden sickness came over me. But I believe it has passed now.” His tone was uncharacteristically stiff and the observant Acolyte was not sold on the man’s state of mind.

Yet, before she could question the soldier further, there was a thud as the poison crafter succeeded on gaining enough control of his body to topple to the ground, though he had no control of his arms, his knees were bent, and acted as the only buffer for his fall. The soldier, or the ghost controlling the soldier, was the first to react to the fall - he wasted no time in angling control of the body and, with slightly jarring movements of his limbs, moved over to bend down beside Parnell. “
The man seems to be afflicted by the same condition as I!” the ghost spoke through the soldiers mouthpiece, “We should resurface, all of us, now!


The novice Aurist would find nothing particularly remarkable when attempting to read Nolan Parnell’s aura, and the battle for control of the poison crafter’s body continued silently on the floor, as the other, already overcome, possessed man leaned over them. With the Mage’s return, soldier in tow, Evelyn Grey tore her gaze away from Blake and the prone poisoner to answer the question posed by Miro. “
A torn… manuscript, or page from a book – I don’t know what it was as I didn’t have the chance to read it… but the scribblings were just about discernable.

The woman raked a hand through her hair as she took a step forwards, towards the pair on the ground, “
But Blake here held a naked flame too close to the page; it disintegrated within ticks.” Something wasn’t right, she knew it, but the lack of information she had been given before heading to the ruins left her at a loss.

The man is sick, Miss Grey!” Blake called again, “We must leave this place now!” The leader of the six said nothing in response to that, the cogs turning in her mind. This excursion had already been abandoned once by Stryfe soldiers, they would not leave so soon too, and she would not forsake this mission for the sake of one man, “Get the poisoner to his feet.

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Postby Inoadar on June 15th, 2014, 1:26 am

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Inoadar could feel the iron grip of the spirit's control over his body. The ghost was not going to allow another uncontrolled movement. Inoadar could sense no ability to even feel his balance or imbalance as he was raised to his feet. His inability to touch The Flux disturbed him greatly, but it was no real surprise. The possession numbed every muscle except those involuntary reflexes, like blinking and breathing and heartbeat.

He considered trying to blink some pattern. But the ghost would recognize the effort quickly enough to stifle any likely progress. Plus which, he knew no codes to formulate any coherent alert anyway. He would just look like he was displaying another symptom of whatever was wrong with him.

He did not think that the ghost could actually stop his heart. It would have had to have known how to have stopped its own heart while it was still alive. Inoadar wondered distractedly if there was some sort of advanced Flux skill that could accomplish that. But no, he dismissed that worry.

That left breathing. The ghost was not interfering with this. Probably for the same reason as the blinking. A sudden gasping would be no help in clarifying what was truly wrong. He noticed a sidelong smirk on the face of the possessed soldier. The two ghosts were enjoying their malicious invasions.

He snorted with anger. The ghost, as expected, was not feeling inclined to hinder him. With his newly broken nose, all he did was spray a small mist of blood before him. A desperate idea came to him as the possessed Blake sneered at him. He could not move his lips, but he could moan. The Acolyte whirled to face him, leaning close and asking if anyone had understood him. He moaned again, and the Acolyte inched closer...

'Close enough...' Inoadar hoped.

Inoadar snorted again with every bit of breath he could muster. The agony of bloody streams tearing through misaligned cartilage brought blinding tears to his eyes. But he'd seen that he'd accomplished his task. He'd sent a bloody spume directly into the Acolytes face. He knew what was coming with the sound of her rage. A hard slap brought a wrack of pain through his face as Evelyn shrieked at his nerve.

...PAIN...through...HIS...face!...

For just a moment, the ghost's control wavered from the spike of nerve signals tormenting Inoadar's face. Blake's eyes widened in shock, showing his sudden realization of what had occurred, as Inoadar seized his one and only opportunity to shout just a single syllable...

"GHOSTS!"

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Postby Miro on June 19th, 2014, 9:46 pm

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Miro was not any closer to understanding what happened as the Acolyte spoke. What exactly they could have been afflicted with, attempting to do, whatever was wrong with them, still a mystery. It had seemed that the afflicted soldier was better now, though still in recovery. He spoke of resurfacing, abandoning their goals. It was mutiny! All of the reactions, everything considered, an action needed to be made.

But it was the need for the right move that halted the wizard from action. "Damn it," he clenched his fist, "what do I do?" The tension of the moment, the words to sort out, all of it was so much to handle. A wrong move could mean failure, someone being harmed, terrible things. He could not afford to lose anything here. The soldier still wanted to leave, but that wasn't going to happen.

Finally Nolan was back on his feet, after the odd bit that caused him to collapse. There was definitely something wrong with these men, but if one could recover, they both could. It was highly unlikely that their affliction could have any effect on an undead anyways. But the way the man acted, it was not typical for Nolan Parnell, something was off. Then it was revealed, there were ghosts about.

"Ghosts?" Miro muttered aloud to the group, uneasy of the mere word. He had encountered them, learned a thing or two, but knew not how to deal with them. That was not true, he knew how to deal with them, Spiritism, but a Spiritist he was not. "Be wary of their presence, a mere touch can mean danger. Keep your mind sharp."

Inoadar was still under the influence of the ghost, and with how worked up Blake was, it was best not to take any chances. Miro flourished his staff and cast his ball of Res forth upon the two afflicted men. The substance split into two rather large masses that burst into clouds of gas and surrounded the targets and began to condense upon them.

Miro had to be delicate with this, to cast upon two friendly targets, but could not be too easy. A slight amount of the Res on each of them was transmuted to faint pulses of lightning that was guided through their arms, around their heart and down their legs. Meanwhile the majority of the substance moved downward to coalesce and become solid around their feet.

The mass upon their feet spread out on the ground around them for a radius of about a foot. As well the spell trailed up their legs to just below their knees in a thick cast. The Reimancer gripped his staff even more tightly, twisted his wrist and tugged back harshly as he forced a transmutation of his remaining Res to a pillar of ice.

Hopefully this would be enough to prevent any issue that was abound, but there was hardly any way to be sure. A ghost was an ethereal creature, which meant some issue. If they could infect a body like this, with their intangible nature, they may just as easily move from one host to another. It was alarming to say the least.

The wizard was not one to take risks with things he was not prepared to handle. The answer to an unfamiliar problem was almost always magic, and in the past Reimancy was proven to be quite the solution. Again the wizard began to focus his Djed, to flow it through Ionu's Light in his hand. The wooden shaft began to emit an aqua colored smoke that began to orbit the wizard and gain mass.

"I have done what I can to restrain those potentially afflicted by the ghosts, but I can not say with certainty what might be done to rid us of the problem. It seems to make sense now why the last attempt at exploration ended so quickly." Miro scoffed at this, the lack of such intelligence. They could have come prepared. "I can release them once we are sure of their condition."

The way Blake talked, so eager to leave, so frantic. His demeanor, his very presence, it had changed somehow. Now he wished to retreat, but the undead questioned if this was truly his will. At least they still had an ally ready to intervene if necessary. The bond of Familiary could very well be the party's greatest tool. If only though they had a Spiritist with them. The Ebonstryfe almost seemed uninformed fools at this point.

Ender however, he could sense the alarm, but did not question it much. If needed his master would call. Again he mused to himself how there were so few things that could require both of them at once. The Irylid walked with his lantern held before him to gaze upon the room filled with old shelves and books. He walked in further to examine the condition of the room, to see if anything appeared salvageable and of value.

The Familiar was eager to find something to impress his master so that he might earn some praise. He scanned his eyes along the walls in search for anything that seemed out of place, extraordinary. Though he would not be too picky. Even a preserved piece of text could give some hint as to what this place was. He just hoped that his partner would not be too upset.

Though the truth was that the Chained One was upset. There was an obstacle in his way, one that his magic alone might not solve. The party needed to explore the ruins, to complete their mission. What had happened in this place to cause a haunting? "I do not see any more ghosts, but they are elusive. We did not even see them attack. We need to detect our target before it can be dealt with."


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Postby Venser Rush on June 23rd, 2014, 4:25 am

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Venser had heard stories as a youth. Not from his father, nor from his brother, but from several of the very few children that he had managed to connect with. Isolated by abuse, Venser knew very little that he and Verin hadn't wrested from the grasp of their father, though the second was privy to far more at the time. Education was limited for the younger twin, but the stories remained. Tales of ethereal beings capable of... he wasn't entirely sure. But, from what Venser Rush saw and figured in his mind, the transparent beings had the capability of inhabiting human flesh and, in effect, controlling it. The thought was a disturbing one, to say the least, and frightening at the very most. The feeling of being unable to control one's life was horrible enough to bear, though if one could not control their body?

How horrifying. It's a testament to Parnell's will that he could withstand it.

The Rush twin gripped at the punch dagger in his hand, pulling at the weave of his djed just as Miro began his own work with Res. Venser was momentarily distracted, intent on watching the undead at work. He seemed to channel his Res, rather than through his hands, as Venser was instructed to do, through the staff that he held, a flourish moving the staff as the Res quickly burst forth. Venser was as of yet unsure of the result of Miro's endeavor, inclined instead to use the distraction as an opportunity to manipulate his djed further. Astral pathways flared with the movement of the djed, Venser moving his identity, his energy, from his arms, bringing the strength from his limbs and directing it downwards. The process was aided by an incantation,

"Daet-djed vino. Heat ala djas."

The words cast in the tongue of Nader-canoch aided the blonde's concentration, allowing the process of smoothly transitioning his djed to his legs. The strength he felt in the limbs was magnificent, a grin materializing upon the Rush twin's features as he looked towards the Chained One. He was, for the moment, unconcerned about the Chained One's situation, owing to the fact that Miro seemed to be handling himself and the rest rather well, though what he would do is look to the Undead for solutions. There was no trust between the blonde and the Acolyte. She had proven herself to be little more than a placeholder, a mouthpiece that left the rest of the mission to her 'volunteers.' The Rush twin could be wrong, but rather than attempt to invest trust in a being that had neither merited nor wanted it, he'd offer it to Undead who had, for now, proven himself to be nothing but an asset to Venser. Trust was not easily won, but power and a saved life merited such treatment.

" We are the closest two together that aren't immediately in jeopardy of being taken over. I've never had to deal with these... things. Do you have a plan, Miro? We must work together so that this expedition wasn't for naught."

Jepson, or whatever the fool's name was, had decided to call it quits on the mission and was attempting to plead for everyone else to do the same thing. Venser was neither a coward nor a person who enjoyed his time being wasted and his resources dwindled. The Flux surged in his legs, asking for... begging for release, and Venser too visibly trembled from the sensation that was his magic in practice. He wanted to act. He needed to. It was a deep, welling desire to begin setting a plan in motion and acting upon it. He wanted to press forward. The fact that spirits lingered in this place told the story that there was something worth defying death to protect.
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Postby Nemesis on June 25th, 2014, 11:09 am

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Ender, whilst searching the library, would be just as disheartened as the occupants of the other room would be, finding most items in disarray on the shelves on the floor. The darkness of the room would not help him in his search to find any writings that were still intact. Age and natural decay from the abandonment of the facility after the Valterrian was to be expected from places like this. Five centuries of lack of use and being devoured by time meant that there was little to be found. They were too late, it would seem.

But Ender, determined as ever, continued his search as the excitement and danger grew in the storage room he had left. Eventually, he would happen upon small, leather-bound books, and inside of these books, some of the pages were still legible. Upon a quick flick through, he might be able to decipher the language as that of the Ancient Tongue. It was a dictionary. If this discovery of something valuable led the Familiar to spur on his efforts, he would find a handful more leather-bound tomes, most written in the same tongue.

Back with the other members of the expedition, the possessed soldier Blake assisted the poison crafter to his feet, though let go as soon as he heard Parnell utter that single word. Blake’s eyes went wide as he glanced between the Acolyte and the poisoner. Then, with a twisted smile curling his lips up, he reached to the side and withdrew his longsword from the scabbard. “
When men flee from a place such as this within mere bells… I do hardly think it wise for a second expedition to be sent out the very next day.” Using Blake’s body as an instrument with which to speak to those left, the ghost managed to convey his tone effectively.

Stoic as ever, the Acolyte’s impassive expression gave away none of what she might be feeling as she stared the possessed soldier down. She could hear Venser talking to Miro, but she had no idea what the so-far ineffectual man thought that he might achieve. “
No” she responded to the Mage, not moving her gaze away from her inferior, “We were unprepared. this could well be the reason the soldiers left yesterday, but they never shared any information.” She cursed under her breath.

The other soldier, Jepsen, quickly left Miro’s side to rejoin his commander, “
What’s going on? What do they want?” he whispered into Evelyn’s ear as he kept one eye trained on his possessed comrade and tightened his hand around the hilt of his own sword.

I would have thought that was obvious, Mister Jepsen,” Acolyte Grey replied in a mild tone, though he voice was much louder, so that the rest of the room would also be able to hear, “your friend over their and the poison crafter have been possessed by ghosts and they apparently want us to leave.” The smiles on both of the possesseds’ faces grew as one of them nodded. The ghost inside Parnell, the Acolyte noticed, seemed to be still struggling with maintaining control of the poisoner’s astral as, with uncoordinated movements, he began to fiddle with the crossbow.

But the Acolyte's gaze widened as she saw icey Res leak from the Mage's hands and form and harden around the two possessed individuals. It was an effective prison, temporary, yess, but it would surely last long enough, that much could not be denied, “
Well done, Master Apprentice,” the woman praised the Mage, acknowledging his title for the first time. Yet Parnell's arm had not been completely secured, and the ghost gained enough control to fire the contents.

OOCVen, just a reminder that you've been using a lot of magic in your posts, given your level. Even though he's eaten something, food doesn't digest that quickly. I want to see mild effects of overgiving, and more if you plan on using more magics.

Ino, feel free to NPC words from the ghost, out loud of internally... a little silent conversation between Ino and the ghost xD or whatever, it's up to you. Also, feel free to NPC any actions the ghost might make.
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[Spring SQ] Excursion (Right)

Postby Miro on June 25th, 2014, 2:44 pm

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Ender sifted through the books and found his luck to be quite poor. It seemed that time was harsh on such texts. There was not much to salvage here, but nonetheless there had to be something. There were few things in this world as valuable as knowledge. To find even one in tact book would be enough to impress his master however. He could not give up.

Finally the Irylid chanced upon a leather-bound book in somewhat decent condition. He flipped through it, able to make out a few of the pages, though the state of the book was overall quite poor. Indeed it was useful however, if only he was able to read Nader-Canoch. There was not just one book in acceptable condition either, but a few.

Yes, these would have to do, being at least something to take from this. The Familiar gathered up the small bunch of texts and took them in hand. He carefully grasped his lantern and retreated from the room and back into the former room. This would be a good place to leave them, on the table where they had received their lanterns.

Ender set down the small collection of books and grinned down at them happily. He was quite proud of himself, having done so well to find something worthwhile. The lantern was set down and he shifted forms again, once more returning to the his natural form, a silver orb. Yet again he froze his lantern to his body with a simple spell and made his way back toward his master.

However Miro in the other room was dealing with an issue. The situation hadn't calmed much, and the ghosts were starting to become a problem. This had to be dealt with immediately. He spoke to the others in the room in a firm tone, especially the Acolyte. "This is becoming dangerous. Miss Grey, Venser, Jepsen, you should move on. I do not want to see any of you come to harm."

But how to deal with such a situation was beyond the wizard. He had read a journal on Spiritism, but learned so little from it. Though he had a much better written book, he had yet to read into it. This seemed quite the fallacy about now, but nothing could be done. Though one thing was for sure, it had something in common with Summoning. When dealing with another intelligent being, when force wasn't an option, negotiation could be.

If there was one thing that the Hypnotist knew he could manage it was negotiation. His magic had always given him the upper hand, and now would be no different. It had to be, for failure was not an option. Miro flared his Djed to extend his hypnotic aura to influence the two possessed targets. He began to toy with their minds, impress ideas and feelings upon them.

Miro began to rhythmically sway tap his staff and push emotions of calmness and reason into the afflicted bodies. As well a suggestion, "Focus on Miro." He was a bit nervous, uneasy with the strange capabilities Ghosts possessed. "I am Miro, Master Apprentice to the Ebonstryfe. We have important business here in Rhysol's name."

It was not going to be easy an easy interaction, but nonetheless he had to try. The wizard pushed a powerful flash of emotional surge of respect into both targets as he spoke again. "I understand you want us to leave, but is not that simple. Our god's will must be upheld, no matter what. But I would do whatever I can to see that your needs are met too." If only it were that simple.

The truth was that the undead had little power, little room to offer much of anything. But one thing he could offer endlessly were empty promises. He could garner trust and implant false hope quite well by now. It was his specialty in Hypnotism. Meanwhile the Irylid entered the room from behind, Miro able to see his Familiar now across the room. Both were filled with a sense of surprise.


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