"Stop, before you leave, one of you needs to carry proof of your service to me. As well as Uthan's words to the Archons." Letting go of his staff as it hovered next to him. Reaching into his cloak, Tunon produced a scroll and talisman. "One of you shall carry the mark of service to me. Know that when you carry this your words become mine, and your judgment in the field shall be mine. You must be sure to uphold the laws of Ulthan, who will carry this burden?" Letting go of the two objects, floating down to head level on the ground level.
"I will accept this responsibility" Slag would say as his eyes flicker brightly as he approaches the floating scroll and talisman. His black metal hands would move from his javelin to take the scroll and place it in his pack before lowing his hood to place the talisman over his head. As he lowers his hood, the warforged's head is shocking sight. Large sections of his head are missing and the rest is a mess of jagged iron pieces fused together to cover the few most necessary components to keep Slag functioning. After placing the tailisman around his neck, he would quickly cover his head with his hood one more.
"Very good then Slag, I believe you are well suited to the duties. When you address the Archons at Fort Reckoning, read the scroll verbatim so they may hear the will of Ulthan directly. You are dismissed." Seeing that the group is ready to move out the doors are opened and court attendants file in as the group leaves. The halfling quickly informs you of Fort Reckoning's location which will be a good half day march. You should expect to arrive there sometime after 9. Then wishing you well before she returns to her clerical duties.
Marrow nods at Slag after she makes the proper exit from the chamber, falling in next to the warforged's hulking form. "Is it heavy?" she says to him as they walk out.
She asks the rest of the group, "anyone need to make any stops along the way to Fort Reckoning? I assume you all know how to get there. Do we want to have a plan before we arrive so we're working a bit more... collaboratively? They might not exactly love to hear a bunch of strangers waltz in and tell them they're speaking for Ulthan."
Without breaking the seal, it is impossible to read anything on the scroll. Otherwise you can tell the paper is of the highest quality and the seal is genuine.
"Probably only a couple pounds" The warforged would say in his gravely metallic voice before turning and flickering one of his glowing green eyes towards Marrow. "But if you are talking about the weight of responsibility... well... That is considerably more" Slag would say with a combination of laughter and coughing before clearing his throat and looking towards his companions. "As far as the roles we will fill in our inquisition... well... I know the law well.... and have been forged to follow it to the letter. That being said, I may not be the best person to do the talking when it comes to gathering information... my appearances and mannerisms often prevent me from communicating as well as I would like. I believe I would be best suited for helping each of you with your duties... whether that be combat or social encounters..." The warforged would say as he gestures to his great many tools and creations covering his body.
"They may not like that we've been sent, but to deny us is to deny the will of Ulthan. Though we should remain cautious until we learn more. Well, I say we go at once. There is no time like the present and I do not wish to test the Archon's patience."
The whole time he talks, Morinvarin is smiling pleasantly and there's an attitude of excitement about him.
"Yes, I meant the metaphorical weight -- I'm pretty sure you could handle a lead-filled pendant, Slag," Marrow replies. "I'm more than capable of doing some of the talking for you, though."
She then walks beside Boo and Tork for a bit, and begins talking with them about the Disfavored and the Crimson Guard. She knows the Disfavored haven't historically gotten along with the Crimson Guard, but this mission's importance has made those differences subside in her mind and she wants bind the squad together. She again tries to bond a bit with Boo about Gorgal and her own source of power, this time without the smirk.
When they are outside the building, she finds a quieter space along the route and asks the group, "so, aren't any of you curious about what the scroll says? It could say, 'arrest us please' or 'we are sacrifices; please roast us on spits' or worse. Does anyone have a spell to peer into a sealed scroll? There's obviously risks involved, but there's risks to going in blind."
"Yes, I trust Tunon and will obey just like each of you will. But he didn't choose us to be unthinking automatons -- no offense, Slag -- he chose us because we can think for ourselves. Something to think on as we walk to Fort Reckoning."
OOC: would Marrow, having spent her whole life in the Disfavored, ever have run into Graven Ashe? She's still kind of a grunt (though has served as a Sergeant in the past), so the Archon would be way above her pay grade.
At the mention of opening the letter, Slag would stop in his tracks and the whirring of his gears would get much louder as the large warforged struggles to stand up straight. Putting much of his weight on his javelin, the warforged's eyes would glow a much darker shade of green as he quickly looks around before whispering in his gruff metallic voice "Are ye trying to get killed Marrow? You realize that by opening this letter and breaking this seal that we would be knowingly disobeying Tunon's command and breaking the law... a law that is punishable by prison and much worse" Slag would say before pausing to look around. A moment later he would continue. "Now IF... The letter were were to be damaged and the seal was to break by accident... I COULD easily repair the seal... but who knows what kind of magics may be linked to that seal. Fer all we know the moment that seal is broken, a notification could be sent to the dragon king himself!" Slags voice would raise and he would pause again to calm himself down. "Perhaps tonight while when we setup camp... I can run some tests on the letter and the talisman to see if they are magical and we can proceed from there" The warforged would say in a slightly more relaxed tone before patting Marrow on the shoulder and looking to his companions. "I agree with Tork and Morinvarin, we should leave at once if no one has anything pressing to attend to"
"The Gorgal is not a source of power, Marrow. She is a benevolent presence, born from the shadows with the gift of light. Giving sight to those who are lost. She does not exist in the divine realm." Boo says when Marrow asks. "Though, Boo would wish to meet this " Raven Queen"."
Ildaer nods at the group. "I am ready to leave at once." He walks with the group but doesn't speak much without being prompted to, preferring to listen and gather information about his new group.
((OOC: How much does Ildaer know about Graven Aehe and Nazarat? He's worked as a scout and assassin for both groups, so at the very least he's worked under them both. Also would he have ever spoken to either of them personally?))
As they depart the city, Marrow pauses, closes her eyes, and shadows swirl around her. In her hand there is now a sword where there was no sword before. She continues on, happier than you've seen her all day. OOC: she's summoned her pact weapon.
As the party begins marching towards their destination, Slag would look up towards his [Tooltip Not Found] and motion towards it with on of his slender metallic fingers. As the fist sized mechanical wasp lands on the warforged's arm, Slag would put away his javelin and begin making a few modifications to the creature. The almost needle like fingers would move quickly and effortlessly between a wide array of tools as the metal creature sits motionless in the palm of his hand. After what seemed like only moments, a green glow much like the eyes of the warforged would begin to shine from the visor-like eye of the homunculus. "Yes... this will do nicely..." Slag would say with a small laugh before holding the creature up to his hood and whispering to the creature. A moment later Slag would hold the small creature away from his hood and tap it on the head. "Bow to the will of the Dragon King" The homunculus repeats in the sound of Slags voice as it plays the recording. "This may be useful If I need to send one of you a quick message..." The warforged would say with what sounds like a tiny bit of pride in his gravely metallic voice.
The party makes its way down the rather straight road, naturally curving with the large hills that flanked the middle section of the road to Fort Reckoning. As you move forward you hear the faint sounds of a battle or skirmish being carried out not much further down the road. The sounds of metal crashing into one-another, the braying of horses, and screams as men fall dead. What would the party like to do?
Slag would look to his Mechanical companion before tossing it up into the air, sending it buzzing up into the sky until it appears to be just a floating green light before looking towards his companions. "I think we should check it out... " The warforged would cackle from under its hood before moving at a surprising speed towards the sound of fighting as his cloak whips behind him.
Tork yells, "We are all into this. I won't let any of you fall!". Then draws his Greataxe and charhes towards the sounds after Slag. While he is running, he makes a lot of clinging noice from his armor which constantly gets hit by his weapon collection hanging around him.
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Ildaer bows to the Archon, before turning on his heel and following the others. "Ulthan's will shall be done," he says before leaving the room.
Ildaer bows to the Archon, the follows the others out of the room. "Ulthan's will shall be done," he says before leaving the room.
Once out of the room he visibly relaxes. Tunon had a way of making even the most hardened military units nervous.
((Oops, it posted twice for some reason. Ignore the first one.))
"Stop, before you leave, one of you needs to carry proof of your service to me. As well as Uthan's words to the Archons." Letting go of his staff as it hovered next to him. Reaching into his cloak, Tunon produced a scroll and talisman. "One of you shall carry the mark of service to me. Know that when you carry this your words become mine, and your judgment in the field shall be mine. You must be sure to uphold the laws of Ulthan, who will carry this burden?" Letting go of the two objects, floating down to head level on the ground level.
"I will accept this responsibility" Slag would say as his eyes flicker brightly as he approaches the floating scroll and talisman. His black metal hands would move from his javelin to take the scroll and place it in his pack before lowing his hood to place the talisman over his head. As he lowers his hood, the warforged's head is shocking sight. Large sections of his head are missing and the rest is a mess of jagged iron pieces fused together to cover the few most necessary components to keep Slag functioning. After placing the tailisman around his neck, he would quickly cover his head with his hood one more.
"Very good then Slag, I believe you are well suited to the duties. When you address the Archons at Fort Reckoning, read the scroll verbatim so they may hear the will of Ulthan directly. You are dismissed." Seeing that the group is ready to move out the doors are opened and court attendants file in as the group leaves. The halfling quickly informs you of Fort Reckoning's location which will be a good half day march. You should expect to arrive there sometime after 9. Then wishing you well before she returns to her clerical duties.
Marrow nods at Slag after she makes the proper exit from the chamber, falling in next to the warforged's hulking form. "Is it heavy?" she says to him as they walk out.
She asks the rest of the group, "anyone need to make any stops along the way to Fort Reckoning? I assume you all know how to get there. Do we want to have a plan before we arrive so we're working a bit more... collaboratively? They might not exactly love to hear a bunch of strangers waltz in and tell them they're speaking for Ulthan."
Marrow also tries to sneak a look at what's written on the scroll (investigation roll?)
Without breaking the seal, it is impossible to read anything on the scroll. Otherwise you can tell the paper is of the highest quality and the seal is genuine.
"Probably only a couple pounds" The warforged would say in his gravely metallic voice before turning and flickering one of his glowing green eyes towards Marrow. "But if you are talking about the weight of responsibility... well... That is considerably more" Slag would say with a combination of laughter and coughing before clearing his throat and looking towards his companions. "As far as the roles we will fill in our inquisition... well... I know the law well.... and have been forged to follow it to the letter. That being said, I may not be the best person to do the talking when it comes to gathering information... my appearances and mannerisms often prevent me from communicating as well as I would like. I believe I would be best suited for helping each of you with your duties... whether that be combat or social encounters..." The warforged would say as he gestures to his great many tools and creations covering his body.
"They may not like that we've been sent, but to deny us is to deny the will of Ulthan. Though we should remain cautious until we learn more. Well, I say we go at once. There is no time like the present and I do not wish to test the Archon's patience."
The whole time he talks, Morinvarin is smiling pleasantly and there's an attitude of excitement about him.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
"I don't need any shopping, we can start marching as soon as everyone is ready."
"Yes, I meant the metaphorical weight -- I'm pretty sure you could handle a lead-filled pendant, Slag," Marrow replies. "I'm more than capable of doing some of the talking for you, though."
She then walks beside Boo and Tork for a bit, and begins talking with them about the Disfavored and the Crimson Guard. She knows the Disfavored haven't historically gotten along with the Crimson Guard, but this mission's importance has made those differences subside in her mind and she wants bind the squad together. She again tries to bond a bit with Boo about Gorgal and her own source of power, this time without the smirk.
When they are outside the building, she finds a quieter space along the route and asks the group, "so, aren't any of you curious about what the scroll says? It could say, 'arrest us please' or 'we are sacrifices; please roast us on spits' or worse. Does anyone have a spell to peer into a sealed scroll? There's obviously risks involved, but there's risks to going in blind."
"Yes, I trust Tunon and will obey just like each of you will. But he didn't choose us to be unthinking automatons -- no offense, Slag -- he chose us because we can think for ourselves. Something to think on as we walk to Fort Reckoning."
OOC: would Marrow, having spent her whole life in the Disfavored, ever have run into Graven Ashe? She's still kind of a grunt (though has served as a Sergeant in the past), so the Archon would be way above her pay grade.
At the mention of opening the letter, Slag would stop in his tracks and the whirring of his gears would get much louder as the large warforged struggles to stand up straight. Putting much of his weight on his javelin, the warforged's eyes would glow a much darker shade of green as he quickly looks around before whispering in his gruff metallic voice "Are ye trying to get killed Marrow? You realize that by opening this letter and breaking this seal that we would be knowingly disobeying Tunon's command and breaking the law... a law that is punishable by prison and much worse" Slag would say before pausing to look around. A moment later he would continue. "Now IF... The letter were were to be damaged and the seal was to break by accident... I COULD easily repair the seal... but who knows what kind of magics may be linked to that seal. Fer all we know the moment that seal is broken, a notification could be sent to the dragon king himself!" Slags voice would raise and he would pause again to calm himself down. "Perhaps tonight while when we setup camp... I can run some tests on the letter and the talisman to see if they are magical and we can proceed from there" The warforged would say in a slightly more relaxed tone before patting Marrow on the shoulder and looking to his companions. "I agree with Tork and Morinvarin, we should leave at once if no one has anything pressing to attend to"
"The Gorgal is not a source of power, Marrow. She is a benevolent presence, born from the shadows with the gift of light. Giving sight to those who are lost. She does not exist in the divine realm." Boo says when Marrow asks. "Though, Boo would wish to meet this " Raven Queen"."
Ildaer nods at the group. "I am ready to leave at once." He walks with the group but doesn't speak much without being prompted to, preferring to listen and gather information about his new group.
((OOC: How much does Ildaer know about Graven Aehe and Nazarat? He's worked as a scout and assassin for both groups, so at the very least he's worked under them both. Also would he have ever spoken to either of them personally?))
As they depart the city, Marrow pauses, closes her eyes, and shadows swirl around her. In her hand there is now a sword where there was no sword before. She continues on, happier than you've seen her all day. OOC: she's summoned her pact weapon.
As the party begins marching towards their destination, Slag would look up towards his [Tooltip Not Found] and motion towards it with on of his slender metallic fingers. As the fist sized mechanical wasp lands on the warforged's arm, Slag would put away his javelin and begin making a few modifications to the creature. The almost needle like fingers would move quickly and effortlessly between a wide array of tools as the metal creature sits motionless in the palm of his hand. After what seemed like only moments, a green glow much like the eyes of the warforged would begin to shine from the visor-like eye of the homunculus. "Yes... this will do nicely..." Slag would say with a small laugh before holding the creature up to his hood and whispering to the creature. A moment later Slag would hold the small creature away from his hood and tap it on the head. "Bow to the will of the Dragon King" The homunculus repeats in the sound of Slags voice as it plays the recording. "This may be useful If I need to send one of you a quick message..." The warforged would say with what sounds like a tiny bit of pride in his gravely metallic voice.
The party makes its way down the rather straight road, naturally curving with the large hills that flanked the middle section of the road to Fort Reckoning. As you move forward you hear the faint sounds of a battle or skirmish being carried out not much further down the road. The sounds of metal crashing into one-another, the braying of horses, and screams as men fall dead. What would the party like to do?
Slag would look to his Mechanical companion before tossing it up into the air, sending it buzzing up into the sky until it appears to be just a floating green light before looking towards his companions. "I think we should check it out... " The warforged would cackle from under its hood before moving at a surprising speed towards the sound of fighting as his cloak whips behind him.
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
Tork yells, "We are all into this. I won't let any of you fall!". Then draws his Greataxe and charhes towards the sounds after Slag. While he is running, he makes a lot of clinging noice from his armor which constantly gets hit by his weapon collection hanging around him.