To Kill a Primordial - IC

[Psychie]

A third post is on its way. Be patient!

 

[Psychie]

Sherwood MasterDAF Random Word Gravitational Force

The four Exalted trade a glance with one another, then the spokesperson of the four smiles and says, “But of course. We can talk and establish some sort of discourse between the peoples of the Great Maker and Shadar Logoth. Diplomacy is always preferred over the alternative.”

They then stride across the field to get to the pavilion and they chose spots to sit across the table from where Voice has chosen as her spot. Then, First Among Many steeples his fingers as he looks across the table at the assembled Abyssals. “We are here at your invitation.” His hand waves to indicate the tent, then says, “So as your guests, I believe it to be proper for your delegation to start with your opening statement.”

 

[EbonChevalier]

Flashing red lights.

These outsiders had a strange language and possibly stranger customs, but from the looks those two gave him that might be trouble. So he tightened his thighs around the sides of his faerie horse. A sign to tactically retreat if the situation called for it. Holding up his hands he said. "Be at peace! I have no Ill will to you or your people! I came in peace as an emissary to my associates and my mistress. I mean no harm to you or your people please BELIEVE ME!"
(Stunting for Presence, Elegant Tyrant Majesty adds three additional dice)

 

[Red Shadow Claws]

Sliding along behind the woman in her gold armor and skin, Cuckoo follows her towards the giant head. Then a strange thing happens. The head shifts and the mouth closes, and the giant eyes look down at you. In a loud voice you hear from all around you in Old Realm, “AN INTRUDER IS AT THE PORTAL. DETAIN HIM. CHAMPIONS TO THE PORTAL. INTRUDER ALERT.” Red lights begin to flash and you can hear the sound of many feet running in your direction.

You have mere moments before you are surrounded, but you still have time to react. What do you do?

Cuckoo grumbles at this turn of events.
He knew he had three options, one to stay and let them take him into custody. Not gonna happen.
Two, to escape as fast as possible. He trusted he has some chance, but he only had one charm to help him, and he didn't know yet the extent of their abilities.
Three, to hide somewhere until he can make his escape. Again, just one Charm to make it work, and he had to stay still for it to work.
So many variables, and so little time.

But instinct takes over, and he starts running away, a swift shadow moving through this alien city.

OOC

He starts running. If they pursue him, he spends 3m to activate Shadow Races the Light, causing their 1s and 2s to reroll successes, starting from 7+. And 4 Peripheral motes to add 4 dice on his Athletics roll. I have 11 successes

 

[MasterDAF]

The four Exalted trade a glance with one another, then the spokesperson of the four smiles and says, “But of course. We can talk and establish some sort of discourse between the peoples of the Great Maker and Shadar Logoth. Diplomacy is always preferred over the alternative.”

Deathbringer's withered lips peeled back into a sneer, the thin flesh curling like a serpent hidden behind his mask. He imagined these Exalts hopelessly enthralled to the true powerbrokers of death, their mechanical might enforcing the edicts of the undead titans amongst the shackled and phantasmal remnants of their people. Yes, I suppose in the face of such utter decimation, diplomacy would pose the preferred alternative.

The deathknight held his tongue, allowing Voice to open negotiations as she had taken the initiative and set the parlay into motion.

 

[Sherwood]

Voice puts on her pleasant face and offers up a smile. “I am called Voice That Whispers from the Heart of Darkness, but you may call me Voice for convenience sake. You have introduced yourself; but we don’t know the names of your comrades. Will you please share your names so we can address you properly? I do hope that we do not offend you through our ignorance of your ways.”

With an idle wave of her hand, she motions to a waiting servant to bring our glasses and some fresh water to serve to everyone. Personally she’d prefer something with a bit more kick, but alcohol might be a mistake right now.

OOC Going to add a Socialize roll

Three successes