Sarky
Drunken master
Shinji, Elegy:
Elegy's own considerable knowledge of death pieces together a hypothesis. The whispers of dead titans fill in the gaps, crystallising her suspicions into clear certainty.
The old road pertaining to most of these occurrences was originally built to be geomantically auspicious, a prayer to the Incarnae, of a sort. When the city was half-dragged into the underworld, that geomancy was lost, and damage and time took their toll. But if this street were repaired by some... undead public works project, for want of a better term... Then the significance of the road could be rekindled, albeit warped and twisted by the necrotic essence of the underworld. If the street had been reclaimed, it would be highly inauspicious, more like a prayer to Oblivion, if such a thing could exist. It's very possible that proximity to the road would empower the arts of the dead, perhaps even necromancy.
The locations of the congregations, as Mosuu calls them, are likewise geomantically significant. There are clearly a few organised to distract the living- Mosuu has been diligent enough to note down several congregations where the ghosts howled and shrieked and beat the ground at the salt lines- but the silent ones, most of them are located in very inauspicious... Oh. Oh dear. Perhaps it was the Neverborn whispering something they shouldn't have, or an inspired leap of metaphysical logic, but you're sure there's only one outcome to this activity, and that is to weaken barriers between life and death, so that someone, some powerful necromancer (but you know they're not in short supply, particularly in this region), could enact a ritual to turn any of the city within the confines of this old road into a shadowland. That would rip the heart out of Chiaroscuro, including the Tri-khan's palace and Grandmother Bright's Plaza district. The heart of trade in a thousand mile radius would stop beating. The cascade of events would be vast, and almost uniformly unpleasant.
Amaya:
Elegy's own considerable knowledge of death pieces together a hypothesis. The whispers of dead titans fill in the gaps, crystallising her suspicions into clear certainty.
The old road pertaining to most of these occurrences was originally built to be geomantically auspicious, a prayer to the Incarnae, of a sort. When the city was half-dragged into the underworld, that geomancy was lost, and damage and time took their toll. But if this street were repaired by some... undead public works project, for want of a better term... Then the significance of the road could be rekindled, albeit warped and twisted by the necrotic essence of the underworld. If the street had been reclaimed, it would be highly inauspicious, more like a prayer to Oblivion, if such a thing could exist. It's very possible that proximity to the road would empower the arts of the dead, perhaps even necromancy.
The locations of the congregations, as Mosuu calls them, are likewise geomantically significant. There are clearly a few organised to distract the living- Mosuu has been diligent enough to note down several congregations where the ghosts howled and shrieked and beat the ground at the salt lines- but the silent ones, most of them are located in very inauspicious... Oh. Oh dear. Perhaps it was the Neverborn whispering something they shouldn't have, or an inspired leap of metaphysical logic, but you're sure there's only one outcome to this activity, and that is to weaken barriers between life and death, so that someone, some powerful necromancer (but you know they're not in short supply, particularly in this region), could enact a ritual to turn any of the city within the confines of this old road into a shadowland. That would rip the heart out of Chiaroscuro, including the Tri-khan's palace and Grandmother Bright's Plaza district. The heart of trade in a thousand mile radius would stop beating. The cascade of events would be vast, and almost uniformly unpleasant.
Amaya:
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27yGDASw4nM[/media]
He launches without warning into a flurry of kicks, the flowing folds of his robes leaving almost no warning as to precisely where the next will come from.
He launches without warning into a flurry of kicks, the flowing folds of his robes leaving almost no warning as to precisely where the next will come from.
EDIT: You know what? Let's improv this, seeing ads I fucked up the dice roll for a flurry. Contested Dex+MA roll instead. He's rather skilled: Dex 5, MA 4 (fancy legwork+3) And channelling his valour. That's 15 dice.]/spoiler]
