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Post by Rumerin on Jun 8, 2004 12:54:32 GMT -5
*He chuckles*
I see. I think I'll check out the attractions of this place first.
*Grins*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 8, 2004 17:13:28 GMT -5
*Some of the other drow laughs, and Bing does as well, the first sound he's made in a little while. Ty'ril states.*
Good to hear. We'll show you around after patrol.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 8, 2004 17:24:46 GMT -5
*He nods*
Sure. Off now then?
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 9, 2004 9:29:21 GMT -5
*Ty'ril nods and stands, the others following.*
It's usually a pretty quite patrol. Gus and Beck should be back with Quethol soon enough...
*As if summoned, the three enter the room, Quethol's leg healed.*
Right. We go, now. Quethol, no more of your stunts.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 11, 2004 16:22:00 GMT -5
*He gets up and pulls his hood back over his head, following the group where they go*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 16, 2004 12:09:21 GMT -5
*Ty'ril leads them to a half orc, sitting at a desk infront of an archway. The half-orc, Gronz, looks up as they approach and grins widely.*
Ty'ril, I got some news for ya. I finally got ya that mage ya were so antsy to get.
*Ty'ril looks at him, confused, and glances back at Pher'zl before turning back to Gronz.*
I noticed. He's been with us for the past hour, Gronz.
*The half orc looks over the group, before scratching his head, the picture of befuddlement. Disptie his confusion, it appears from the way he looks at the papers infront of him that he is more intelligent than most of his kind.*
How'd ya manage that? He arrived not five miniutes ago, an offplane recruit.
*Bing's ears visibly perk up, while Ty'ril's face falls into a deep scowl.*
Offplane recruit? We didn't expand to any new planes recently. Besides, he didn't mention that. From the same city as one of my current members.
*Gronz looks really confused now, looking over the group. Something isn't right here, in his mind, and he is trying to put it together.*
That's odd...the new recruit isn't drow or human or halfling.
*This time, everyone looks at Pher'zl, as if expecting him to suddenly change shape. Bel'niz looks ready to spring on him if he does.*
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 16, 2004 12:23:53 GMT -5
*Pher'zl raises his eyebrow*
I am very much Drow and I will personally dispatch anyone disputing that to the Demon Web Pits.
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 16, 2004 14:55:18 GMT -5
A voice sounds from behind the half-orc.
"He isss drow. I am the one you sssseek."
The reptilian humanoid that spoke moves with fluid grace. He is more slender than an elf, yet taller than a human. His supple hide is deep green across the back with striped red and orange markings, fading to pale yellow on the snout and abdomen. He wears a loose robe of rich, black fabric, tied with a cloth-of-gold sash that holds a scimitar and long dagger. Jewels inscribed with arcane markings adorn him, from his clawed fingers to his long neck to his serrated tail. The creatures golden eyes gleam with savage intellect as is gracefully bows.
"I am Ssslythisss, of the Asaatth."
The drow eye him warily, as do the two humans. Bing, however, seems supremely satisfied. The Asaatth eyes Pher'zl, though it says nothing. The half-orc nods, his brow uncreasing. Ty'ril shakes his head and sighs.
"Well, someone screwed up. I'm not mentioning this to Barath'Daubre, untill we get this streightened out. We need to leave, anyway. Two mages shouldn't hurt. Slythis, you'll come with us."
The Asaatth nods, in deference, though its unblinking eyes never leave Pher'zl. The half-orc touches a rune before speaking.
"Enjoy yourselves."
The archway, a portal, opens up and activates, showing more sewers beyond. They head in.
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 16, 2004 15:03:06 GMT -5
*He looks at the reptile with a mildly interested face, examining him as keenly as if he was about to fight the snake to the death. He never comments on it though, and follows his group through the portal.*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 16, 2004 15:06:24 GMT -5
The sewer beyond is classic, for a sewer. A few rats scurry out of their way as they enter, but other than that, it is silent. Ty'ril frowns again.
"The other patrol should be here. Where are they?"
It was a retorical question, and he glances back at Pher'zl and Slythis.
"Time to what you two can do, if you'll both stop trying to kill each other with heated glares. The group we are supposed to meet is led by a human named Relgan. Find them."
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Post by Rumerin on Jun 16, 2004 15:09:55 GMT -5
*He nods shortly and quickly sets up a few spells to find this group.*
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 16, 2004 15:10:40 GMT -5
[ooc: Moves to tunnels.]
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 18, 2004 22:04:50 GMT -5
They come though the portal, Ty'ril looking back at them. The rest of the group seems to relax, glad to be back 'home.' Ty'ril's voice doesn't betray any emotions.
"Head back to your barracks, and take some time to yourselves while I report this. Bing, before you do, tell Alyn that his patrol needs to pick up for ours, and to stay away from that section. I'm going to meet with the Preator about this."
Ty'ril heads off, leaving them behind. Bing turns to go, muttering sometimes...and still looking back at the Asaatth, pleased as the cat that got the mouse. The others shake their heads, exasperated but slightly amused by it.
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Ty'ril arrives at Barath'Daubre's personal residence, and levitates up. He enters in, assuming Barath'Daubre would be alone...and finds inside the entire Assembly, as well as a lone Hinnael. They all turn to look at him, Malsilia giving a slight sniff, before saying,
"Wait in the corner, little brother. We are busy."
Fuming, but unable to do anything, Ty'ril goes to a chair in the corner and sits down. The others begin talking, Yittir beginning first.
"The things that killed her followed her out of the Sewers, my spy reported. That means they originated there. Whatever killed her is powerfull, and it lives where we do. It must be investigated."
The Hinnael growls agreement. Ty'ril recognizes him. Brac, his name was, and he led the scouts in the sewers.
"The Mind Flayer is right. We've seen a increase in the sewer worms in the past few days, and there was that lass wandering around."
Barath'Daubre leans forward on his desk, looking closer at Brac.
"Her? And what is your assement of her?"
Brac lets out one of his barking laughs, not at all cowed in the presence of the most powerful members of the organization he was a member of.
"She's far too dangerous for us to do anything about, and won't threaten us directly...so long as some of us don't antagonize her. She used wail of the banshee like it was natural for her, and damn near killed me. It was more than even the Worm could take, and those things are tough as nails. We don't want to irritate her."
Although he doesn't look at anyone, he so pointedly did not look at a sour looking human with greasy hair and guant skin that he might as well have stared. The man - the form the Black Dragon took most often when he was polymorphed into human form, so he could fit into buildings - frowned, but said nothing. Ty'ril had overlooked him, and figured he was being debriefed about the strange woman that had driven him off. Whoever she was, Ty'ril was glad she had knocked the dragon down a few pegs. Yittir took up speaking again.
"She was killed on the Nightshades door, and the scout at the exchange said she had been brought to Alexander - meaning she was tied to one or the other in some way. One of them sent her into the sewers, where she met whatever killed her. We need to find out."
Barath'Daubre nods, going though some papers on his desk, obviously thinking, not looking at them.
"Send some of the new patrols to find out what it is. They are to look in every nook and cranny they can find. We have to know what did that. Also send them to investigate the worm activities."
Ty'ril, a bit hesitantly, cleared his throat here, causing all too look at him. He spoke, and none of his nerves showed in his voice.
"There is something else in the sewers, as well..."
He goes on to explain what the patrol found, summing it at the end with,
"...the creature we defeated was not intelligent enough to do what was done to the bodies. Another controlled it, and we could not find out who."
Barath'Daubre sits there, practically quivering with rage. He nods curtly to Ty'ril.
"Thank you for reporting this. The three of you may go."
Indicating the Black Dragon, the Hinnael, and Ty'ril.
"Ty'ril, Brac, report to the armory. You may have a stage two weapon of your choice, for your payment, or report to payroll for a monterary reward. Ty'ril, payroll will have one for the rest of your patrol as well. Go."
The three leave, the black looking sour. As soon as the door closes, shouts can be heard from within.
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Kes'stresel
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Post by Kes'stresel on Jun 19, 2004 12:22:32 GMT -5
^The whisper reaches the Guild and quickly passes, just as it did with the rest of the sewer.^
[ooc: See the Tunnels, at the top of page 9.]
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Post by Barath'Daubre on Jun 19, 2004 15:03:33 GMT -5
*The guild seems to freeze as the whisper passes, everyone stopping dead as the sound creeps through the air. After that, activity begins to move back up as normal, but it still seemed muted, even for the usually quiet Guild. Most of the higher ups dismiss it, concerned with more important things, but Yitter takes note of it, and wonders if it would be best to act before whatever made that whisper did.
He knows it is more than just a passing moment, somehow knows it in the depths of his Illithid soul...part of it which curses the day he threw his lot in with the Guild that brought him here. And, strangeness of strangeness, he finds himself worried about what the whisperer will do to the other members of the Guild, almost as if he cared what happened to them.
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