Welcome to the Jungle [Dreams of the Third Age]

Myllinnia said:
Syrenica smiled and gave a slightly nod, "Why yes. I would be quite honored to accompany you." She gives him a graceful bow and her coils uncoil as she giggles a little, "I wonder how much fun this will be, and I do hope the Goblin King is a good sport. Playmates on the battlefield are no fun when they are all angry about surprise alliances." She nods to Viktor and looks to the men and women through the opening in the tent. Maybe not too much fun, she did like Viktor after all, and he had an idea about what he would do here.
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"Oh, it should be quite the show, I have no doubt. Even if the Goblin King doesn't enjoy it very much, we should be able to amuse ourselves nevertheless." Viktor smiles thinly at the thought. This promises to be a hard fought battle, and even dealing with his hopeful-ally would require walking a razor's edge... but the rewards would be worthwhile, ten times over.


"And now, I am afraid duty calls. The captain should have things well in hand, but I should put in an appearance for the men. You are welcome to join me, or you have the run of the camp, of course, my dear. Just try not to break anyone," he says wryly.


Viktor gestures to the thin, handsome young man who has been standing unobtrusively by the entrance to the tent; he is dressed in a simple kimono, with a sword belted at his waist... a sword identical to that carried by the girl who showed Syrenica in. "Musakith, be so kind as to escort my sister while she is staying with us, would you?"


"Of course, milord. If you are certain you will not require me...?"


"Oh, I think one bodyguard at a time will suffice, particularly in the midst of my own army's camp, Musakith. And I am rather far from helpless in my own wise, you know."


"Yes, Lord. My lady; I am at your disposal."
 
Renna ponders for a moment, then decides to place her trust in her bondmate. If he says its ok, so be it. Its not like we can't fight our way out of a jam if it comes down to that. "This is not going to be subtle. Get ready." Once more, she shapes her Essence into a spell and calls for another fluffy white cloud to come to her. "The effects of the distraction I used on the goblins out there will have faded by now, so we may take some fire as we fly out."

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Personal: 26 / 11


Peripheral: 87 / 64


Willpower: 10 / 9


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Bashing Soak: 7B – 12B with IRA


Lethal Soak: 7L – 12L with IRA


Dodge DV: 11


Parry DV: 10/13


Virtuous Guardian of Flame DV: 11


Join Battle: 10 (+6 successes)
 
She nods in acceptance. Climbing onto the cloud, she takes a deep breath as she waits for Xentair and the spirit to climb on next to her. "Ready?" With a blur of speed, she shoots down the tunnel and back out into the open air. Making a tight spiral, Renna directs the cloud to climb up and away from the hordes of goblins below them. "Where is this place we're going to now?"
 
"Set us down at the spring over there." Xentair said, indicating to a place around a mile away. He causally blocked an arrow coming their way without so much as a glance. Deciding to prepare for the worst, he withdraws a black disc from his pockets before slotting his hearthstone into it, attuning it with barely a thought. A red eye emerges from the center of the disc.


"What is thy bidding, Xentair?" a baritone voice asked.


"Get ready for a fight if needed." Xentair answered. The eye bobbed as if nodding before closing, the amulet pulsing faintly like a heart.
 
Awaiting by the spring is a tall woman wearing a suit with pale blond hair that flows gently in the breeze. Her eyes are like emeralds and on her brow you can see the sign of Jupiter marking her as a Chosen of Secrets. She stands proud and confident, her eyes filled with resolved. Behind her rests a large air ship, unmistakable in its grandeur as an indomitable conquest platform, a powerful artifact from the age of dreams. When you arrive her gaze meets yours and she speaks. "I am Alexandra, an Oracle of Heaven, thank you for responding to my message. I see that you are heading towards Rathess and I have come to propose an alliance and offer my assistance." She takes a moment for her words to sink in. "I, hope you forgive my forwardness but now is a time for action. Much in creation has changed and some of it is not for the better. An agent of change and chaos intends to destroy creation and the Exalted Host will need to work together to survive what is to come."
 
"Well met, Alexandra of Jupiter. I am Xentair of the Arbiter Caste." his castemark burned upon his brow as his eyes glowed with an azure light, "Accompanying me is my mate, Renna of the No-Moon caste."


Isli materialized quickly by Xentair's side in a dramatic flash of light and thunder, "And I am Isli, Dragon of Water, and Arbiter of the Western Storms."
 
As he stepped out in the open deck, the Count embraced the open sky. The moon shone behind a few clouds, the first of the stars made their appearance, and a light breeze swept the deck. The long dark cape cascading down the Count took a life of it's own, flowing with the wind like a malicious creature, the fabric took on the appearance of liquid soulsteel, and it slowly took the shape of a pair of black wings spreading wide, and as they spread from beneath the black material darkness flowed from within, tendrils of shadow coiling around the Count and it's surroundings, adding to the sinister shape of the Abyssal as it encompassed him entirely, creating a mass of living shadows that twirled and coiled endlessly, darkening the Count's features and shape as nothing more than a vague silhouette.


Inside the darkness the Count closed his eyes, and let the cold surround every inch of his body, while his mind opened to the insidious will of the dead Makers of the World. Like a drop of black oil falling in water, ripples of darkness spread around the Count's mind, blood, bones, murder, suffering, all this and more coursed through the Abyssal's mind and eyes, and Rathess resonated powerfully with the necromantic essence, the deaths of hundreds done in the name of the Dark God Han-Tha by Filial Wisdom's hands, until slowly and faintly, the Solar's image came into view amidst a surge of death and despair, guiding the Count towards the mad Solar.


Turning to the side to both Suhiko and Crow, the Count spoke from within the darkness. "I think I've found our friend, shall we?" With that, the Count drops from the ship, allowing himself to be carried off by the night breeze before his wings respond and carry the Count off into the darkness of the city.

Committing 10m to my Wings of the Raptor, and activating my Gemstone of Shadows to summon shadows around 2 yards, adding a difficulty to recognize me inside by 2, and adding a +1 to my DV against ranged attacks. Additionally, while surrounded by darkness my Belt of Shadow Walking adds +4 to my stealth, and the charm Shadow Cloak Technique gives me another +3 while in shadows. Lastly, I'm spending 1wp to activate and stunt my Whispers background and try to find the Goblin King's location, any stunt dice before I make my roll?
 
Alexandra calmly approaches Xentair and extends her hand for a shake. "A pleasure to meet you Xentair, I am unfamiliar with the Arbiter caste, were you among the Chosen who defeated the Silver Prince?"
 
"A pleasure to meet you as well." Xentair states, shaking Alexandra's hand. "I am the only Arbiter Caste in creation, I am not surprised that you have not heard of me. Devil-Tigers only have one caste and each Devil-Tiger has their own unique caste."


"As for you second question, yes I am one of the Chosen that defeated the Silver Prince. Through the efforts of myself and several of my peers, we were able to permanently kill him. A Sin for a Sin, I suppose."
 
Renna stands at ease, but remains ready to strike in case this newcomer has any hostile intent. For now, she is content to let Xentair do the speaking for them.
 
Alexandra smiles at Xentair's humility "Then thanks are in order, Creation is a brighter place without his influence corrupting the west. Have you come to Rathess to deliver creation from another evil?"
 
"No. Rather it is to escort my ally here, Isli, back to Yu-Shan. She has not been there ever since the High First age and she was wondering about how it has changed during her imprisonment." Xentair replied. He was inwardly frowning, 'Do they not recognize her? I would think that Yu-Shan would be looking for her after her imprisonment. But they don't even seem to care!' Inwardly, the azure flames of his wrath within his heart howled for the briefest of seconds before he calmed himself with his cold will. No, he couldn't incinerate them all while they stood for not even seeming to care about Isli at all. No, he couldn't execute them for not doing anything about Isli. But they better have a hell of a good reason why they stopped looking.
 
WarDragon said:
"Oh, it should be quite the show, I have no doubt. Even if the Goblin King doesn't enjoy it very much, we should be able to amuse ourselves nevertheless." Viktor smiles thinly at the thought. This promises to be a hard fought battle, and even dealing with his hopeful-ally would require walking a razor's edge... but the rewards would be worthwhile, ten times over.
"And now, I am afraid duty calls. The captain should have things well in hand, but I should put in an appearance for the men. You are welcome to join me, or you have the run of the camp, of course, my dear. Just try not to break anyone," he says wryly.


Viktor gestures to the thin, handsome young man who has been standing unobtrusively by the entrance to the tent; he is dressed in a simple kimono, with a sword belted at his waist... a sword identical to that carried by the girl who showed Syrenica in. "Musakith, be so kind as to escort my sister while she is staying with us, would you?"


"Of course, milord. If you are certain you will not require me...?"


"Oh, I think one bodyguard at a time will suffice, particularly in the midst of my own army's camp, Musakith. And I am rather far from helpless in my own wise, you know."


"Yes, Lord. My lady; I am at your disposal."
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Syrenica gave the young man a playful smile as she licked her lips as she had her eyes travel along his form. "At my disposal? Dear Viktor is too kind." For a moment she debates the merits of 'breaking' Musakith and getting her cute little serpent tail handed to her, for only a moment. Viktor was a friend, an ally and she dare not hurt the handsome young man, not that she would, but her playing does come with a few threats to the careless. Shaking her head she nods to Musakith. "Well I do hope we get moving soon, but in the efforts of being patient I don't suppose you'll just follow me around as I explore? I just want to be ready to move when everyone else is." She bows then to Viktor and after a soft giggle leaves the tent. "Though a thought occurs to me, I can give you a private dance if you wish dear boy, or at least as private as your lovely camp can make it. Perhaps if the camp is not too busy perhaps I can give you all a dance that will inspire victory upon all your endeavors."
 



  • 2 dice for the stunt, as the deathknight begins his search of the Mad Solar.


 
As the images flowed through the Count's mind, he soared over Rathess like an angel of death, a shapeless darkness hungering for the warm taste of blood.

Whispers roll=

6 sux
 
The Neverborn floods your vision attempting to locate the ruler of Rathess, the goblin king. The sights bring you underneath the surface of Rathess. It appears that the surface doesn't even come close to the size of the undercity. Goblins are mostly the only creatures roaming the streets.


A tall and muscular , dark skinned man can be seen eating from a bowl with many body parts, while sitting down on his throne surrounded by giant leeches and a large undead hyena with red eyes also taking part in the feast. As he appears to be looking directly at the observing Neverborn and wave his hand in a dismissive manner, as a bright light appears coming from him and the vision breaks suddenly.
 
As the dark count steps forward, the golden queen beckons with her hand and a beautiful rainbow-colored parrot lifts up and flies out into the sky above Rathess. It circles the ship once before shedding the constraining form it has adapted, becoming once more a great, feathered serpent with wings in all colors known to man and Exalt. Suhiko brushes its side with a smile before throwing her leg across its back and commanding it to fly forward in pursuit of the count.


It would be difficult for two fliers in the sky to be more different, him all in black and shadows, carried forward by bat-like wings, her in gold and green, carried upon the back of one of the most magnificent elementals to grace the skies of Creation. "So tell me, Count," she calls out as the winged spirit catches up with him, "where is out quarry?"
 
"Welcome back to Heaven's service Isli. Much has changed in the time that you have been gone, and the Celestial City is currently in chaos over recent events. A new Incarna who calls herself Hecate has appeared and seeks to destroy creation and I have been tasked with gathering allies to foil her plot. Xentair and Renna, if you assist me in my mission I will ensure that Isli is immediately returned to Yu-Shan and given a post commensurate with her rank."


Alexandra pauses for a moment and looks around, a shiver runs down her spine as something is about to happen


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"Thank you for the information, Vizier." Isli responded, "I will gladly assist in your mission."


"As will I." Xentair stated, "But I must tell you this. I will not take orders from anyone. I think I would serve best as a... free agent. I will ally myself with you but I will not be directly under your command. If that arrangement is agreed on, then I will assist you in your mission to the best of my ability. I cannot speak for Renna however, it's her decision."
 
A few minutes from now, less than six minutes a couple of large arrows are going to head straight for your head and the passengers on the deck of the airship, apparently arrows shot from very far away.
 
Viktor allows himself a chuckle as Syrenica leaves; one reason he assigned her that particular escort is that she will find him rather less breakable than he might appear...


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Musakith hardly dares to meet Syrenica's eyes, casting his gaze down with a blush... and only blushes deeper when he watches her play with her tail, swallowing hard at the sight. He visibly restrains himself from reaching out to stroke her scales. "Yes, my lady, at your disposal. Yes, Lord Baal-Shazash is kind; much more so than my prior masters."


"I would gladly offer my inadequate services as a guide... dance, mistress? For... for me?" He flushes even more deeply than before, turning bright scarlet, all the way down the neck of his robe. As Syrenica leans in closer, she can see that his eyes are more like those of a reptile than a man, for all his clearly unfeigned nervousness.


"I... I do not know how to answer that, my lady. No one has ever... I have been ordered to dance with my brothers and sisters for my other masters, but no one has ever offered me such a thing..." He realizes that he's babbling, and cuts himself off with a flustered breath, looking at the ground in shame.


Taking refuge in formality, the bodyguard finishes, "Anything my lady desires. I think you could inspire anyone to anything..."


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Back in the tent, Viktor finishes the last of the orders and letters, and sends them off with messengers. He emerges, and begins his morning inspection of the camp. It doesn't take long; by now, the men serving directly under him are a well-oiled machine. A couple of hours later, the men having had time to feed themselves (and Syrenica to amuse herself), he nods in satisfaction. "Is all in readiness, Captain Schmidt? Good. Would you kindly give the order to break camp? We should make our destination by this evening."


And so, the Draconis Emperor and his entourage set off for Speremin...
 
The image of Filial Wisdom causes the Count to laugh out loud, him being proof of the evils of the world of which Solars are not exempt, but rather the source of it, he sped up his flight, eager to spill the Solar's blood on the ground as his ideals and beliefs die with him.


"The cannibal King feasts on the dead under the city" He headed towards the city center, the Main Pyramid of the Sun, the one and only place a pretend king would make it's home, and surely in there, they would find an access to the hidden layers of Rathess' underground.
 
"Forward then!" She calls out as she drives the elemental to go faster. In her mind, the great pyramid shifts, being at once the old vine-covered thing before her and the gleaming temple of the ancient past. "We should land there," she points to a platform a fair distance higher up on the pyramid than would seem obvious, "there are secret passage ways through it, and I recall them from a past life."
 
Renna places her hand upon Xentair's shoulder. "I will stand with Creation against any threat that would rise up against it, but I will work with my partner. We have developed an understanding over the years; a special trust that is shared with only each other. Tell me more about this Incara that would threaten what I hold dear."
 
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