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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 2:27:22 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 24, 2006 2:27:22 GMT -5
Hmm? Oh yes, that bit of coin I didn't take from Tory. I had considered teaching her how to hide her money like I did, but that hadn't worked out well. And it was gone. I sighed slightly, "Don't worry about it, Tory." I had almost said, "unless you want to go house-to-house asking if anyone found your money, forget it". But knowing her, she'd probably do it. I was glad to see the inn, though, and made sure everything was locked and secure. I walked towards the door, glad to get the chance to escape the streets.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 2:40:10 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 24, 2006 2:40:10 GMT -5
The Mekillot was just winding up, the night crowd lining the walls and sitting here and there. It was loud, and it was much like walking into a party. On Athas, there really wasn't much to rejoice, and so a spectacle like this was not uncommon. One or two of the serving girls had very little on, and were apparently getting rather comfortable with a number of the patrons.
A Mul stood near the doorway, as well as several Elves who sung in their tongue. Behind the bar, which had several permanent cracks across its pitted surface, stood a large human with one eye sewn shut. He was dark in coloration, and had several scars across his face and arms. He had no hair. "Makba. What brings you here?"
"The usual," Makba replied cooly. "I need lodging for my associates. I had set this up last night, remember?"
"For five."
"Yes, well, if you remember how to count, the Elf and I make this group five. Thank you Lerce."
Makba turned and looked back at the group, inclining his head to a door to his left. "Shall we?"
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 2:51:47 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 24, 2006 2:51:47 GMT -5
I payed no heed to the debauchery here, and simply followed through the door Makba gestured to. I was tired and my armor was heavy and I wanted to be able to lighten my load a little.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 3:17:06 GMT -5
Post by Nyu Bomber on Mar 24, 2006 3:17:06 GMT -5
*Tory is forced to duck into the short doorway. The displays of indecency caught her off-guard, a half-giant used to being a pampered gladiator and turning more and more to religion now. Was this...acceptable?
Tory followed Makba's gesture. Hopefully, the door fit her.*
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 3:20:49 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 24, 2006 3:20:49 GMT -5
Makba led the lot down a small hall, past several doors. He eventually stopped before one and gestured. "This shall be your room, and the one next to it will be ours." He nods to the Elf. "Unless you feel you need to switch rooms. In any case, these are the two between us. The games start noon tomorrow, so feel free to sleep in. I'll have everything arranged long before then."
The door looked big enough for e Half-giant, if the giant should duck a little.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 3:27:02 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 24, 2006 3:27:02 GMT -5
I nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, then." I entered my room, and reached up to unclip the buckle on my pack and toss it to the foot of my bed. By the time I've reached my bed I've sat down and started taking the time required to take off my heavy armor. This'd take about a minute, and I used that time to survey the room. My sword never left my side, though.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 3:40:02 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 24, 2006 3:40:02 GMT -5
The Elf does not comment at their lack of answer. She follows quietly after that, a few steps away from everyone else. The inn room makes her a little more twitchy than she already was. She nods shortly and walks to her room. Once there, she quickly searches through the room, then she sits down, pulls the veil up and lowers the hood.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 3:41:02 GMT -5
Post by Nyu Bomber on Mar 24, 2006 3:41:02 GMT -5
*Tory ducked once more to get inside the room, seeing that all these beds were...human-sized. Madam Red had ordered a large bed to fit Tory back home...unsure of what to do now, Tory allowed the others to choose their sleeping arrangements first. Meanwhile, she began to unfasten the buckles and fasteners keeping the heaviest of her armor in place, first laying her helmet on the floor, its form similar to a golden kettle pot with brushes...*
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 3:53:23 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 24, 2006 3:53:23 GMT -5
In both rooms, each party saw that it was the bare necessities only: two beds, a firepit in the center, a window with crossbars that was exceedingly small, and nothing more. Paved ground, as if they built the structure ontop of the street, and adobe walls.
In the room that Eludî ans Makba shared, Makba removed his gauze and pushed back his hood. He had vibrant red and gold hair that spiraled from the top of his head, alternating in coloration. His eyes were green, and he was Human as far as anyone really knew.
He grinned at Eludî. "Troublesome guests, as always. What think you?"
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In the other room, Aephero feels a jolt run through his entire body. He felt an awesome presence tear down his mental defences and step into his mind with all the effort of breathing. Perhaps less.
He knew what he had to do. He had to grasp the medallion at his throat. He had to hold it in the palm of his hand as the voice surged through his very essence.
The voice was that of a man. A man beyond men. A Sorcerer-King and a God. It was the confident and unfallible voice of the Lion, and it did not ask permission, did not care for hesitation. It simply commanded. A formality, as His commands hardly needed words.
"Recount." Said the Lion of Urik. Said the King of the World, King of the Mountains and the Plains, Great King, Mighty King, King of the World. It expected a reply.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 4:05:29 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 24, 2006 4:05:29 GMT -5
The Elf lays off the cloak and rearranges some of her possessions- and her latest possessions, except for the necklace. She knows that Makba will not take her coin- having a little understanding, and all. She pulls one leg up and rests her arm on it. The feather skirt rustles a little.
"... a mekillot, a pterran and a screamer."
She shakes her head.
"Prey who think themselves predators."
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 4:07:24 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 24, 2006 4:07:24 GMT -5
"My lord!" I gasped. I was too shocked to just think my responses. I remembered my self a millisecond later and continued, "My Lord, The Lion of Urik, King of the World, King of the Mountains and the Plains, The Great King, The Mighty King, King of the World. I have entered the city of Tyr and have attained a local guide," I calmed just enough to begin properly transmitting my thoughts. I had not learned subtlety with my mind-voice, so if Ptelcar wanted to listen in, I would not be able to stop him. This local guide is named Makba, and he has with him an elven heal-caster. He has so far kept us from danger. The city of Tyr still bears the aftershock of the False God's destruction. I have encountered several Templar, one of whom seems of importaince and goes by the name of Calia. I have done little other than reach this inn. All my companions are unharmed and accounted for. Tomorrow I shall attempt to make contact with the Heretic-Templar and attempt to begin converting them to the worship of your glory, Lord Lion of Urik, King of the World, King of the Mountains and the Plains, The Great King, The Mighty King, King of the World! Your will be done! I was both terrified and elated. I had never communed directly to the One True God before. I hoped, I prayed that I was considered worthy.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 11:00:48 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 24, 2006 11:00:48 GMT -5
Makba laughs and nods. "Not far from the truth. Still, Templar are good money, and the risks they'll take will lead to full coffers and a good fun time. I know you don't like them, but that's ok. You don't have to. You just need to profit by them."
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There was a still silence that none dared to break as the Sorcerer-King took in this information. A few more words were spoken, and then the link was broken.
"See that it is."
The surge of energy, so powerful that it had gifted Aephero very briefly with more spells than he could reasonably cast, faded.
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Athas
Mar 24, 2006 14:47:08 GMT -5
Post by Eludî Uineru on Mar 24, 2006 14:47:08 GMT -5
The Elf plays a little absently with a feather of her skirt. Her expression is faraway, and the right slanted eye seems as sightless as the left. There is something in the angle of her lips and the hardness of her high cheekbones that spells a deep disapproval.
"The cub wears a metal name tag. He will be a popular guest with clubmen and lawmen- he had better arrange our dinner before then. Are you setting up a fight?"
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Athas
Mar 25, 2006 3:45:58 GMT -5
Post by Thanqol on Mar 25, 2006 3:45:58 GMT -5
I collapsed, breathless, onto my bed, falling backwards. I lay there, panting, exausted by the sheer tension I had felt and the flow of power. After about a minute of steady breathing, I sat up, and unclipped my armor. I tossed it to one side of my bed and lay down again. After another while, I finaly opened my eyes. "Ptelcar, up for a game of Regicide?" I said, hoping the game would take my mind off the paranoia that swirled in my head, questions on if I had been sufficient, and so on.
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Athas
Mar 25, 2006 10:13:53 GMT -5
Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Mar 25, 2006 10:13:53 GMT -5
"We can only hope." Makba said with a smile on his face. He nodded and continued talking as he pulled out a knife and a whetstone. The knife was made from bone "Yes, I'll be taking care of the arrangements soon enough. Then their Tory can jump right in tomorrow. After that, I imagine they'll want to get on with their goals."
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