Travin plays a long low note on his pan flute as he slowly clanks up to where Atreyu and Gandalf were speaking from, followed by a fire giant with nothing behind its eyes, tongue lolling out of its mouth. once there Travin looks toward the odd congregation, his eyes ridiculously magnified by his goggles, he looks around the group and also above them, his attention manic and unfocused, twitching around as he sees things unseen everywhere. "assorted rabble, Travin brings news from Travin's dawn guard hmm? Dawn guard defeated Blix and tooks back the labyrinth for stupid gobbin king Jareth, yeh yeh! What the dawn guard thoughts was a bad bad gobbin, turned out to be Travin's brother Gavin hmm, hmm?
Gavin was brainswashed by the Lord of Darkness, yeh wiped Gavin's memory and gaves Gavin powers to be bad. Travin thinks Darkness chose Gavin because Gavin is of the storytellers world hmm?
Travin broke something's, showed the real truth of this world to Gavin and persuadeds Gavin that none of this is real yeh yeh! The storytellers are always watchings, controllings us! They have a plan hmm. A magic shiny writing stone holds all we says and does! Yeh yeh!" At this point the filth covered walking pile of junk speaks quickly, rambling with manic fervour, until he catches his breath and calms down a little, the towering fire giant putting a massive hand on the Junkman's head to focus the creature.
"Blix saw the truth, hmm, turned away from darkness and back into Gavin's true form, yeh, returned to my home world once more, this is good hmm yeh! The dawn guard receiveds reward for this, hmmm, and given the location of the unicorn mare yeh yeh!" Travin gives a little awkward bow, his junkpile clanging and clattering as he does, he looks unnerved but relived to have said his bit, he wipes some half dried viscera off of his patchwork robe and slings it to the ground as he rejoins the group, the fire giant loyally following as he goes, it yells out "Birt WRENILS!" in agreement as a final note.
Jek watches in awe as more people start coming in. More from the Tower, and some he doesn't know. Oh, look at that, a Thri-Kreen. He hasn't seen one since he left the Shem. But this one looks different.
And then, there's Lelith. He listens as others talk to her and listens to her response. And he thinks on wise old Greko. And of Ro, poor misguide Ro. That thought makes him shiver, remembering those hooks. He listens as Atreyu says Nevermind Lelith for now, she'll have her day in court. His hand reaches and feels into his pocket. There is a book, one that he just received from Dageron, with all the knowledge he collected of the enemies troops and capabilities. From what Dageron said, knowledge of your enemies is important.
It's at this point that Travin begins to speak. His eyes snap to Lelith. Oh no, she can hear it all. If she really is working for the enemy, that won't do at all. Jek will think a single word, as he manipulates his magics. Silently, a shadow darts up Lelith and goes towards her ears, darkening them.
Subtle Casting Blindness/Deafness to try to Deafen Lelith - Con Save 17.
After Travin speaks, Jek will say "While I understand we should not judge Lelith without a trial, I also don't think it is wise to inform someone who could either be a traitor or under the Dark Ones influence the status of our accomplishments. I don't think she should be present for this. She should be under guard awaiting trial. Lelith, please cooperate. We don't want violence. But there seems to be many surrounding you that would be willing to make this hard for you..... Oh wait, can you hear me? I have tried to block... Travin was it? Hello, I am Jek Utinni.... I have tried to block Travin's words from her, but I think she needs to be taken from this assembly... Right?" Jek will look to Gandalf and Atreyu, then to the other bands.
Rum listens to Lelith's response, noting her agitation and change of demeanour with interest. It was in truth what he was hoping for, trying to make her lose control and tell the truth. The sad part is that even then, she could be putting on an act, so it unfortunately did not help.
And the constant use of her race to excuse her flaws was getting old. He turns away from her as other people present make their own feelings known. He pats Oten on the back, not knowing whether he would feel it or how how he would interpret it.
Looking across to Tuto, he sees him sat alone. The Twilight Embers were truly in bad shape, but they weren't totally beaten down yet.
"Good to see you also, Kerwyn of the Dawn Guard", he says when Kerwyn addresses him. He is about to respond regarding handling Lelith when Atreyu speaks up and he just gives a slight shake of his head instead.
He looks on as Travin says his piece. This he had known, although not who Travin was, through an Auryn message mere moments ago. He had not even had chance to pass it on as yet.
As Travin tells of how Blix was brain washed, he glances quickly at Lelith before turning his attention back to the junk man.
"The tale of the Twilight Embers is less positive. Hylia has been decimated by Ganondorf and Lord of Darkness from the Zora Domain in the East, to king's Landing in the West. The Great Deku Tree was dying, although the Embers at full strength were able to rid it of the infestation that had poisoned it", he says glad that there was at least one positive from their journey.
He looks to Jek, "Do not worry, you are absolutely right friend Jek. These are only events she was present for. The rest will be said in private". He adds the last thinking of what happened when they arrived here. Jek was right to be cautious.
Kerwyn nods to Rum and his hand leaves his belt, he takes up a more relaxed posture. Even ole Ironsides relaxes as the solitary flail pulls back up towards its mouth. Not really a mouth, more towards it’s maw. He listens to the conversation and the news update, nodding at Travis’s description. His face becomes grim as he hears further description of the events on Hylia.
He turns when Gandalf addresses him, and he smiles at the wizard. “I grew up in a little village called Falcon Crest on the border of the Faron Woods. I was raised by Father Lamas, left in the care of the church when I was a babe. I was left in his care with only this." He holds up a circular, fairly large medallion with central spokes and a central cross. He presses it in a certain manner and the central portion pops out of the medallion. "I didn't know its power or what it was meant for initially, but as I was messing with it one day, it popped out. And when I press here.." He presses a central button like protuberance, and then the star shaped item flicks open and becomes twice its size, with curved blades on each spoke. "This changes entirely. I didn't know what this meant until I travelled one day to Castle Eternia. I saw this symbol and motif repeated in several areas of the Castle. I didn’t quite know what it meant at the time.” He scratches his head where the circlet resides and thinks for a moment. “Now I realize that there may be more to the story. How do I look familiar to you?”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As Atreyu waves in confirmation to the fairy they seem palcaded and have no need to fly over to them to remind them who they are. Delphinium is also able to confirm his friends are here. Once done with that they look around at who else is here. It doesn't take them long to have their attention drawn to the gathering of folks surrounding Lelilth. Drlph had to rub their eyes after seeing her then seems absolutely delighted as they fly over to the eladrin woman.
"Oh my Queens! Lelilth! Is that you? It is so nice to see someone else from the feywild! How are your..." Delphinium notices that she is not the most popular person here and then several accost her with harsh words and accusations. It doesn't take Delph long to put two and two together as she flares with anger and lashes out at those around them. Delphinium listened though. Words are important.
The fairy flutters with no hatred, suspicion or animosity towards Lelith and infact seems quite friendly towards them as they say, "You certainly picked the right place to be if you wanted to kill him. I'd be quite mad too if I was controlled. You should be careful what you say though because if you want people to help you get revenge you don't want to say things that make you hurt them. Don't worry, I've said dumb things in anger too. I know how it is for us."
The fairy looks around at all the angry faces and seems to come a but to her aid showing consolidarity with them after they explained what happened. Delphinium flutters closer to lelilth and ask "Umm... so everyone here seems to hate you. Understandable with what I heard. I don't though, i still remember us hanging out as younger fey at my dad's estate while our parents went out hunting. You said you were controlled? Did you make a bad deal? Accidently accept a gift from them? Get tricked into saying something you shouldn't? I remember tricking you into being my size for a day. Goodness, was your mom angry when she found out. We had fun! Wasn't that the important part? Not like it was permanent or anything."
"Anyway, need me to stick around?" They look at all the angry people "I kinda need to tell Atreyu something first but I'll be right back okay!" The fskry hesitates and waits for her to reply before zooming off to tell Atreyu something in the privacy tent then they come back to whatever is going on.
There are more things in the heavens and earths than I have ever dreamed, Nodjeim thinks as he stands motionless and watches the circus explode all around him. It seems there be more oddities and curiosities than anything else that have been... Summoned here? He's unsure just how he came to be here but there seems to be intention, purpose and intelligence behind the drawing forth of such a mélange of people and creatures and nightmares.
One of the first to arrive, Nodjeim had held back and watched patiently, trying to get a sense of the how's and why's of it all. Much time has gone by and Nodjeim has watched others reacquaint themselves with one another with various greetings and such and he has watched them threaten one another with varying degrees of transparency. What he has not seen is the reason behind any of this... But Nodjeim finds one thing familiar in all of this. Just one thing but it is enough. The name Atreyu. Nodjeim held back for as long as he could but eventually grew bored of the lack of focus and direction and decided to approach.
Pulling off his robe and tossing it to the side, Nodjeim strides purposefully from the back fringes of the crowd towards the one called Atreyu in the most direct path possible, though that still required weaving around various clumps of people. His skin is pure ivory white, his body muscled and toned like a warrior. The two small horns protruding from the top of his forehead and his long and pointed tail are clear signs that he is a Tiefling, his loose, minimal clothing is of a style of one accustomed to the desert. Twin battle-axes worn looked ancient but beautiful and deadly. He made no eye contact with anyone he passed until he walked by the focus of most of the turmoil, the one apparently called Lelith. He pauses his stride for a moment and turns his head to face her for a heartbeat before giving her a single nod and continuing on.
Soon enough he makes it to the presence of the one he seeks, about seven or eight feet from the one called Atreyu. Nodjeim waits until he is noticed and once he is he gives a kind of ritual bow - hands out in front of himself, fingers interlaced, he drops his chin to his chest first and then bends about a third of the way at the waist before standing back upright with hands at his sides.
"I am Nodjeim, Blade Dancer of the Diabhal. I know not of the chaos and mayhem which afflicts our world or of the menagerie of people collected here," he annunciates as if declaring an oath. "But your name and your legend have reached even the dunes of the desert we call home. If you will allow, I dedicate my life, my blades and my name to whatever purpose you would put them to." That said, Nodjeim quickly kneels, drawing his axes and placing them crossed on the ground between Atreyu and himself. His eyes meet those of the legendary Atreyu for the briefest of moments and the Tiefling quickly takes up his blades, stands and takes a step back in a fluid, graceful motion.
A young Harengon male in a black and red tunic, an old Half-Elf male in breastplate over a black gambeson with a red waist sash, and a Half-Orc male of his late twenties in scale mail over black gambeson with red sash, also appear amongst those assembled. Their faces betray noticable confusion and alarm by the sudden change, and clearly have no idea who anyone is. The Half-Orc speaks to the nearest person(s) ((Anyone - feel free to reply)), "Uh... hail there? Could you perhaps... tell us what is happening? And where we are? And who you all are? Anything, really."
Amitola, being quiet, per her usual self, looks at each and every face around her trying to comprehend everything at once. She's usually used to a little chaos, but she doesn't know where to begin, who to talk to, she's just been listening. Her, already someone who doesn't do well with new people, used to being to herself she usually avoids speaking. While studying the faces of the others, she looks upon Lady Kaede, sensing a bit of herself in the young one, she walks over.
Careful not to be pushy, she gently approaches, and softly speaks just above a whisper, "Young one, I'm not well with words, but I will say this, I may understand more of you than you know. If you would like to speak of anything, know I am willing to listen all while casting no judgement."
With that being said, Amitola remains standing beside her, not knowing whether or not there would be a response.
Kaede seems quite distracted, with a blank-mouth-agape-stare at the walking starfish that just joined the growing crowd. In between mumblings of her mantra, you hear her say "sushi" and "hungry" a few times.
She doesn't even realize that Amitola joined her, and was speaking to her, until Amitola spoke the last part of her last sentence.
Shaking her head clear, she looks blankly over to Amitola (likely upwards, since Kaede is a short, pompous teenage girl....deadly, but yet still a wee lass).
Finally, "Sorry..."
"My father always told me, when you give advice, you should first discern whether or not the other person is willing to accept it. Who is it that is addressing me, and offering unrequested advice?"
Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin watches the unfolding mass summoning of heroes and steps close to Kerwyn...just to watch as Kerwyn address the gray old man. He pauses, then steps over to Shavaris, leaning down to her.
"What in Crom's name is all this? Where the $%&# are we?"
"Skyloft is safe." Atreyu says to ease Johnathan's fears. "For now, anyway. Soon, nothing will be safe. We'll have to act fast and strike hard to offset some of our setbacks. Our enemy is powerful, but not powerful enough to pull off an attack on Skyloft yet."
Atreyu pauses, listens to Travin. His brows raise, and then Delphinium lands on his shoulder, the two whispering back and forth to one another.
"You defeated Blix? This is great news." He says, while ignoring all the babble about Storytellers and broken worlds. "The alicorn? Where is it? And the mare...ah. Well. We'll deal with all of that soon enough."
"Good thinking, little Lightless." Gandalf smile when Jek speaks up. "We'll reconvene this later, without her. As for you..."
Gandalf steps down from his position next to Atreyu and lifts the medallion that has become a series of knives.
"I know this weapon, the Glaive." Gandalf says, lifting it gently from Kerwyn and turning it about in his hands. He eyeballs the younger man, squints. "Kerwyn is not the name you were given at birth...and sadly, this old fool does not remember your name, now. Your parents, though, are King Randor and Queen Marlena of Eternia...and that, I'm afraid, makes you the heir to the throne, dear Prince."
Gandalf slowly retracts the Glaive's blades and returns the weapon to Kerwyn.
Atreyu raises his hands as if to ease the Harregon, the older Half-Elf, and the Half-Orc, as well as the kneeling Tiefling at the foot of the stairs and the odd, starfish-like creature that is trying to figure out what is happening.
"Friends, you have been summoned here on behalf of the AURYN, to preserve what is left of the world. I know some of you don't know the full extent of what is happening. And I know that this is a shock to many of you...but there is much to do here, and time will bring you answers. Be patient, and be not afraid, but for now, I have other matters to attend. We'll talk soon."
Atreyu stepped back, away from the stairs, and then stood in the doorway of the Hall of the Celestials
"Lelith, you come with me. The rest of you, take a moment. Get some rest. Eat something. Krille can help with that. If you have something you wish to discuss, wait your turn and we'll talk in private. We'll summon everyone this evening and I'll issue new orders."
"I... we were called here... Summoned in the midst of what we were doing... to wait?" Nodjeim asks himself as he watches Atreyu step away and leave all here with no direction, bringing only the one the others called traitor with him. Perhaps he had heard wrongly of this Atreyu. Perhaps they were no leader. No champion. Not worthy of...
Nodjeim held his position for a minute or so before he backed away and then turned back to find the quiet place where he had waited unnoticed before making such a fool pledging himself to that boy...
At the news of Kerwyn's lineage, Travin lets out a raspy high pitched laugh, which rings around the many metal accoutrements hanging from his pile, "Kerwyn didn't even knows! Heh heh, hey when Kerwyn is king, labyrinth is in Eternia yeh yeh! Kerwyn can oust stupid Jareth and makes Travin Gobbin king hmm? Yeh yeh! This is good newses for Kerwyn! Good news for everyone! Hmm!"
At the offer of rest and eating something Travin asks Krille for the relevant help in directions to bathing and eating areas, hunger is new to the junkman and he's struggling with it somewhat. As he bathes he lets no body see him, though he does take the Firey giant with him. Does Travin come out of the shell to bathe?, does it go in with him like a weird junk soup?, he'll never tell. But the bathing happens and he comes out of the other side looking only marginally less dirty than before, bathing being another thing that is completely new to him.
Travin would talk to any of the congregated group, if approached, but won't approach anyone directly apart from members of the dawn guard, though Travin does look strangely at Jek Utinni, confused by him, and more confused still by Godshell, who he leaves well enough alone.
Shavaris stands stunned as Rum recalls the state of her home of Hylia. Were the Wandering Woods ok? Were they still there? Does it even matter? As Steven leans down, she first replies with, "Hmm?" as it takes a bit for the question to sink in. "Ah, we're in Skyloft, I think that's a ways North? I am not completely sure, I have never been here before myself. All the people around us? Well, they are members of the different bands I presume. I only recognize a few of them unfortunately."
She walks over to Tuto and squats down next to him, "You ok? I know we were never properly introduced before, I'm Shavaris. There sure are a lot of people here I have never met, its a bit overwhelming."
As the heritage of Kerwyn is revealed, she stands up straight, looks around wildly and finds him. She smiles as she makes her way to the apparent prince and grins up to him. "So Captain, apparently that was the incorrect title for you. We better work on that."
As Lelith is called away, Oten uncrosses his arms, steps forward and grabs Lelith's shoulder. "Wait a moment, before you go. I have one question for you, and the answer may be critical for clearing your name, and for the fate of our mission, if it truly is a shared one.. When exactly was control taken from you?" After giving her a chance to respond, Oten releases her arm and steps back, allowing her to be taken away.
The thri-kreen and his allies held their defensive stance. But after a few minutes, it became apparent that no one sought to harm them. If anything, the thri-kreen noticed that most hostilities were placed on the eladrin elf. The thri-kreen made another series of clicking noises and rested the great sword on his back. The armored-beetle construct and tiny silk moth creatured followed in suit, assuming a more neutral position.
The thri-kreen listened intently as Atreyu announced the purpose of their summons. Though he did not understand the authority Atreyu carried, it seemed everyone else regarded the man highly so the thri-kreen took to Atreyu's explanation. Why was this one summoned though? the insectoid thought, This one supposes if the events Atreyu speaks of has to do with the three suns, it wouldn't hurt to stay here a while longer. Perhaps it's time this one makes an introduction.
The thri-kreen and his entourage find a spot in the middle of the crowd. At his master's request, the armored construct drums his chest with his oversized fists in an attempt to catch everyone's attention. Though the thri-kreen's mouth does not move to speak, everyone within 120 ft of the insectoid hears a voice fill their mind,
"Greetings strangers. This one's name is Kit-Tik. My large, metal friend here is Rhino, while the smaller one goes by Silk. We hail from the Stygian Wastes, though it appears we are far from home... Skyloft was it? This one had recently embarked on a journey to learn more about the three suns in the sky, and it seems you all have various knowledge of the realm. This one has a sizable wealth of information on the Stygian Wastes, if anyone would be willing to trade info for info..."
Finished with his address, Kit-Tik simply stands amongst the crowd. Waiting.
As Lelith is called away, Oten uncrosses his arms, steps forward and grabs Lelith's shoulder. "Wait a moment, before you go. I have one question for you, and the answer may be critical for clearing your name, and for the fate of our mission, if it truly is a shared one.. When exactly was control taken from you?" After giving her a chance to respond, Oten releases her arm and steps back, allowing her to be taken away.
"It was a gradual process. It did not show up suddenly and swept my mind under its control. It started when we first explored the Great Deku Tree trying to influence my mind, it ended when I was fully under its control after we split briefly in the Lon Lon Ranch after which, you can say it was no longer me who had control of my body." Lelith decided to answer honestly even as the spell defeaned her ears, she could still hear somehow.
"I have a question of my own. Where are Malon and Sorry?"
So much was now happening at once, Rum was trying to keep track of everything.
So many new faces and new races, at least to him. Insectoid-folk, Rabbit-folk and Stafirsh-folk were not the norm on Dragonclaw Island.
There were also many different expressions worn on those new faces as well. Some of the strangers looked surprised to be summoned, but soon settled amongst familiar faces of their bands. And then there were those that looked surprised and frightened and unsure of what was going on.
Some asked questions and he hears Atreyu ask for patience, but he feels the need to say something reassuring.
Just as he is about to, two things happen. Oten asks the question of Lelith that has been on his mind as well. One that he fears the answer to, and worries that he won't believe anyway. He listens intently as she replies, knowing that if she were to claim she was taken over in the same manner as Oten and Ro, it would be a lie. But she does not. That gives him pause and he studies her mannerism and tone trying to get some kind of reassurance she was not lying.
If she meets his gaze at this moment, his features soften a little and he gives a barely perceptible shake of his head in response to her question.
The second thing that happens is a strange voice speaks into his mind. He covers his shock and the momentary fear, it was uncomfortable after recent events, but the message was friendly.
He scans the crowd to identify the one who spoke, seeing the Insectoid-folk with the large metal friend and smaller friend and assuming it was they.
From his place half way up the stairs, he raises his voice to try and be heard over the crowd.
"Newcomers! I am Rumble of Hunger of Dragonclaw, favoured of the Great Dragon and Auryn bearer of the Twilight Embers. My hope is I will also soon become your ally. Fear not. Champion Atryeu has asked for patience, all will be made clear", he starts to say, looking to each of those he believes to be unaware of the purpose of the summoning.
He looks to the Half Orc and then the Starfish-folk. "You are on Celestia, in the city of Skyloft as Champion Atreyu mentioned. You are safe. We are all gathered because the world is in trouble, and if you are willing we could use your help".
"There will be a chance for a trade of information, Kit-Tik, be assured of that", he says focussing on the Insectoid-folk next.
"Patience is needed because the power that brought you all here is limited. It had to summon everyone at once, which has caused great confusion. But know that your presence here means you are valued, you are important and should you choose to help us you will be playing a role in saving this world".
Delphinium watches as their friend from childhood is taken away. They really hope they did enough to help them. They wish led they had more time to chat but perhaps now wasn't the best time anyway. Delph doesn't see what a good inquisition should have to do with stopping friends from catching up but here they are. Delph notices the dawn guard seems to be surrounding Kerwyn. Did the fairy miss something while talking with Atreyu? They shrug and make a note to ask later. Kerwyn seems quite... surprised? In awe? Delph isn't really sure. They seem happy at least and that's the important part.
Smiling and fluttering about on their rapidly flapping dragonfly wings the ball of blue listens to some folks around and picks up on a conversation by someone called Rumdle of Hunger of Dragonclaw. They seem to be helping inform folks. Some of which look really interesting! Delph also had some questions and loves meeting new folks too! Is that a talking starfish? Are they from the feywild? The fairy never seen one before. There's also a half-orc and a bug person! Exciting! Delph makes sure the pure white spear like object on their back is secure then goes over to say hello.
The tiny fairy flutters on over and lands directly on the shoulder of Rumble. They say right from this perch "Hello Rumble of Hunger of Dragonclaw. Hello Starfish person. Hello bug thing! Hello Half-orc. I'm Delphinium or Fireflight. I've been called both. You should totally give us something to call you by... unless you'd like me to come up with names for you all? That could be fun."
Jek notices that Lelith still can apparently hear, but his spell definitely worked. Hmm, she's a tricky one. As Atreyu and Gandalf leave, he will say "Let me know if you want me to come and let you know what was happening with the Order of the Phoenix. I'll keep myself occupied for now."
He looks to the crowd for a bit. He's still not use to this many people around. He begins to wander about and then goes into a corner for a bit. This reminds him of the day at the Ivory Tower, where this all started. He looks down and waves his hand, weaving a shadowy illusion of an AUYRN like he did on that day. He remembered being pleased it was not his responsibility. And now he had the responsibility for about a day and sacrificed the thing. He waves his hand and the illusion vanishes.
He notices Travin staring at him, so he'll walk over. "Hello, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Jek Utinni! I'm sorry, that looks like a lot, do you want help carrying that?" He'll gesture to all the stuff on him. "I happy you were able to save your brother. I have brothers, too! I don't know what I would do if one was in trouble. But they have there own paths to follow. What is this land of story tellers? I thought anyone can tell stories. Ahh! Sorry, I just had a sharp pain on my bottom, must just be a cramp. Or maybe one of your story tellers had someone pinch my bottom? Sorry, are you a child? I have a hard time telling them apart, I always just thought they were smaller versions of other races, but apparently they grow into elderly.... no wait, there was something in-between child and elderly wasn't there. This get's so confusing.... What was I saying?... Oh, it seems like you have done quite a bit with the Dawn Guard! You all seem like a very stable and capable bunch. You've accomplished so much already! Now you have a prince in your band now, that's exciting. "
It's about at this point that Jek hears Kit-Tik in his head. Jek heads over to that group and listens to the others talk. He looks to make sure Lelith is no longer in earshot. "Hello Kit-Tik, I am Jek Utinni!We learned some about the the suns. They are a sign of the Great Conjunction. What did Melisandre call them, The Great Sun, The Rose Sun, and the Dying Sun. But she was very melodramatic about things. But yea, the suns are a sign of the Great Conjunction. It is the ending of an age and beginning of a new one. This would be the third Great Conjunction. Let's see if I can remember what the Sorceress lady said. Umm, the first one caused the urSkeks to split into the urRu and the Skeksis. The urRu are the mystics, by the way, that's what I always call them. They're safe now, Vader wanted to kill them. Hang on, umm the second Great Conjunction, oh that one is easy, that's when the Crystal of Truth split into the Dark Crystal and the Shard of Division..... Oh yea, we need to go see Mother Aughra at some point... And now, with the third sun, we are getting closer to the third. It's a time of change, and we want to make sure the change is for the better." Jek looks to the crowd. "Wait, did Brevon not tell you all about that, we learned that awhile ago. But, Kit-Tik, I have a question. I am of the Shem Desert. I know there are some of you kind there as well, but they don't usually have metal bits. Anyways. Are there any tribes of Lightless in Stygian Wastes? I've been curious if there are more like me and my brothers in the world."
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Travin plays a long low note on his pan flute as he slowly clanks up to where Atreyu and Gandalf were speaking from, followed by a fire giant with nothing behind its eyes, tongue lolling out of its mouth. once there Travin looks toward the odd congregation, his eyes ridiculously magnified by his goggles, he looks around the group and also above them, his attention manic and unfocused, twitching around as he sees things unseen everywhere. "assorted rabble, Travin brings news from Travin's dawn guard hmm? Dawn guard defeated Blix and tooks back the labyrinth for stupid gobbin king Jareth, yeh yeh! What the dawn guard thoughts was a bad bad gobbin, turned out to be Travin's brother Gavin hmm, hmm?
Gavin was brainswashed by the Lord of Darkness, yeh wiped Gavin's memory and gaves Gavin powers to be bad. Travin thinks Darkness chose Gavin because Gavin is of the storytellers world hmm?
Travin broke something's, showed the real truth of this world to Gavin and persuadeds Gavin that none of this is real yeh yeh! The storytellers are always watchings, controllings us! They have a plan hmm. A magic shiny writing stone holds all we says and does! Yeh yeh!" At this point the filth covered walking pile of junk speaks quickly, rambling with manic fervour, until he catches his breath and calms down a little, the towering fire giant putting a massive hand on the Junkman's head to focus the creature.
"Blix saw the truth, hmm, turned away from darkness and back into Gavin's true form, yeh, returned to my home world once more, this is good hmm yeh! The dawn guard receiveds reward for this, hmmm, and given the location of the unicorn mare yeh yeh!" Travin gives a little awkward bow, his junkpile clanging and clattering as he does, he looks unnerved but relived to have said his bit, he wipes some half dried viscera off of his patchwork robe and slings it to the ground as he rejoins the group, the fire giant loyally following as he goes, it yells out "Birt WRENILS!" in agreement as a final note.
Jek watches in awe as more people start coming in. More from the Tower, and some he doesn't know. Oh, look at that, a Thri-Kreen. He hasn't seen one since he left the Shem. But this one looks different.
And then, there's Lelith. He listens as others talk to her and listens to her response. And he thinks on wise old Greko. And of Ro, poor misguide Ro. That thought makes him shiver, remembering those hooks. He listens as Atreyu says Nevermind Lelith for now, she'll have her day in court. His hand reaches and feels into his pocket. There is a book, one that he just received from Dageron, with all the knowledge he collected of the enemies troops and capabilities. From what Dageron said, knowledge of your enemies is important.
It's at this point that Travin begins to speak. His eyes snap to Lelith. Oh no, she can hear it all. If she really is working for the enemy, that won't do at all. Jek will think a single word, as he manipulates his magics. Silently, a shadow darts up Lelith and goes towards her ears, darkening them.
Subtle Casting Blindness/Deafness to try to Deafen Lelith - Con Save 17.
After Travin speaks, Jek will say "While I understand we should not judge Lelith without a trial, I also don't think it is wise to inform someone who could either be a traitor or under the Dark Ones influence the status of our accomplishments. I don't think she should be present for this. She should be under guard awaiting trial. Lelith, please cooperate. We don't want violence. But there seems to be many surrounding you that would be willing to make this hard for you..... Oh wait, can you hear me? I have tried to block... Travin was it? Hello, I am Jek Utinni.... I have tried to block Travin's words from her, but I think she needs to be taken from this assembly... Right?" Jek will look to Gandalf and Atreyu, then to the other bands.
Rum listens to Lelith's response, noting her agitation and change of demeanour with interest. It was in truth what he was hoping for, trying to make her lose control and tell the truth. The sad part is that even then, she could be putting on an act, so it unfortunately did not help.
And the constant use of her race to excuse her flaws was getting old. He turns away from her as other people present make their own feelings known. He pats Oten on the back, not knowing whether he would feel it or how how he would interpret it.
Looking across to Tuto, he sees him sat alone. The Twilight Embers were truly in bad shape, but they weren't totally beaten down yet.
"Good to see you also, Kerwyn of the Dawn Guard", he says when Kerwyn addresses him. He is about to respond regarding handling Lelith when Atreyu speaks up and he just gives a slight shake of his head instead.
He looks on as Travin says his piece. This he had known, although not who Travin was, through an Auryn message mere moments ago. He had not even had chance to pass it on as yet.
As Travin tells of how Blix was brain washed, he glances quickly at Lelith before turning his attention back to the junk man.
"The tale of the Twilight Embers is less positive. Hylia has been decimated by Ganondorf and Lord of Darkness from the Zora Domain in the East, to king's Landing in the West. The Great Deku Tree was dying, although the Embers at full strength were able to rid it of the infestation that had poisoned it", he says glad that there was at least one positive from their journey.
He looks to Jek, "Do not worry, you are absolutely right friend Jek. These are only events she was present for. The rest will be said in private". He adds the last thinking of what happened when they arrived here. Jek was right to be cautious.
Kerwyn nods to Rum and his hand leaves his belt, he takes up a more relaxed posture. Even ole Ironsides relaxes as the solitary flail pulls back up towards its mouth. Not really a mouth, more towards it’s maw. He listens to the conversation and the news update, nodding at Travis’s description. His face becomes grim as he hears further description of the events on Hylia.
He turns when Gandalf addresses him, and he smiles at the wizard. “I grew up in a little village called Falcon Crest on the border of the Faron Woods. I was raised by Father Lamas, left in the care of the church when I was a babe. I was left in his care with only this." He holds up a circular, fairly large medallion with central spokes and a central cross. He presses it in a certain manner and the central portion pops out of the medallion. "I didn't know its power or what it was meant for initially, but as I was messing with it one day, it popped out. And when I press here.." He presses a central button like protuberance, and then the star shaped item flicks open and becomes twice its size, with curved blades on each spoke. "This changes entirely. I didn't know what this meant until I travelled one day to Castle Eternia. I saw this symbol and motif repeated in several areas of the Castle. I didn’t quite know what it meant at the time.” He scratches his head where the circlet resides and thinks for a moment. “Now I realize that there may be more to the story. How do I look familiar to you?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As Atreyu waves in confirmation to the fairy they seem palcaded and have no need to fly over to them to remind them who they are. Delphinium is also able to confirm his friends are here. Once done with that they look around at who else is here. It doesn't take them long to have their attention drawn to the gathering of folks surrounding Lelilth. Drlph had to rub their eyes after seeing her then seems absolutely delighted as they fly over to the eladrin woman.
"Oh my Queens! Lelilth! Is that you? It is so nice to see someone else from the feywild! How are your..." Delphinium notices that she is not the most popular person here and then several accost her with harsh words and accusations. It doesn't take Delph long to put two and two together as she flares with anger and lashes out at those around them. Delphinium listened though. Words are important.
The fairy flutters with no hatred, suspicion or animosity towards Lelith and infact seems quite friendly towards them as they say, "You certainly picked the right place to be if you wanted to kill him. I'd be quite mad too if I was controlled. You should be careful what you say though because if you want people to help you get revenge you don't want to say things that make you hurt them. Don't worry, I've said dumb things in anger too. I know how it is for us."
The fairy looks around at all the angry faces and seems to come a but to her aid showing consolidarity with them after they explained what happened. Delphinium flutters closer to lelilth and ask "Umm... so everyone here seems to hate you. Understandable with what I heard. I don't though, i still remember us hanging out as younger fey at my dad's estate while our parents went out hunting. You said you were controlled? Did you make a bad deal? Accidently accept a gift from them? Get tricked into saying something you shouldn't? I remember tricking you into being my size for a day. Goodness, was your mom angry when she found out. We had fun! Wasn't that the important part? Not like it was permanent or anything."
"Anyway, need me to stick around?" They look at all the angry people "I kinda need to tell Atreyu something first but I'll be right back okay!" The fskry hesitates and waits for her to reply before zooming off to tell Atreyu something in the privacy tent then they come back to whatever is going on.
There are more things in the heavens and earths than I have ever dreamed, Nodjeim thinks as he stands motionless and watches the circus explode all around him. It seems there be more oddities and curiosities than anything else that have been... Summoned here? He's unsure just how he came to be here but there seems to be intention, purpose and intelligence behind the drawing forth of such a mélange of people and creatures and nightmares.
One of the first to arrive, Nodjeim had held back and watched patiently, trying to get a sense of the how's and why's of it all. Much time has gone by and Nodjeim has watched others reacquaint themselves with one another with various greetings and such and he has watched them threaten one another with varying degrees of transparency. What he has not seen is the reason behind any of this... But Nodjeim finds one thing familiar in all of this. Just one thing but it is enough. The name Atreyu. Nodjeim held back for as long as he could but eventually grew bored of the lack of focus and direction and decided to approach.
Pulling off his robe and tossing it to the side, Nodjeim strides purposefully from the back fringes of the crowd towards the one called Atreyu in the most direct path possible, though that still required weaving around various clumps of people. His skin is pure ivory white, his body muscled and toned like a warrior. The two small horns protruding from the top of his forehead and his long and pointed tail are clear signs that he is a Tiefling, his loose, minimal clothing is of a style of one accustomed to the desert. Twin battle-axes worn looked ancient but beautiful and deadly. He made no eye contact with anyone he passed until he walked by the focus of most of the turmoil, the one apparently called Lelith. He pauses his stride for a moment and turns his head to face her for a heartbeat before giving her a single nod and continuing on.
Soon enough he makes it to the presence of the one he seeks, about seven or eight feet from the one called Atreyu. Nodjeim waits until he is noticed and once he is he gives a kind of ritual bow - hands out in front of himself, fingers interlaced, he drops his chin to his chest first and then bends about a third of the way at the waist before standing back upright with hands at his sides.
"I am Nodjeim, Blade Dancer of the Diabhal. I know not of the chaos and mayhem which afflicts our world or of the menagerie of people collected here," he annunciates as if declaring an oath. "But your name and your legend have reached even the dunes of the desert we call home. If you will allow, I dedicate my life, my blades and my name to whatever purpose you would put them to." That said, Nodjeim quickly kneels, drawing his axes and placing them crossed on the ground between Atreyu and himself. His eyes meet those of the legendary Atreyu for the briefest of moments and the Tiefling quickly takes up his blades, stands and takes a step back in a fluid, graceful motion.
A young Harengon male in a black and red tunic, an old Half-Elf male in breastplate over a black gambeson with a red waist sash, and a Half-Orc male of his late twenties in scale mail over black gambeson with red sash, also appear amongst those assembled. Their faces betray noticable confusion and alarm by the sudden change, and clearly have no idea who anyone is. The Half-Orc speaks to the nearest person(s) ((Anyone - feel free to reply)), "Uh... hail there? Could you perhaps... tell us what is happening? And where we are? And who you all are? Anything, really."
Kaede seems quite distracted, with a blank-mouth-agape-stare at the walking starfish that just joined the growing crowd. In between mumblings of her mantra, you hear her say "sushi" and "hungry" a few times.
She doesn't even realize that Amitola joined her, and was speaking to her, until Amitola spoke the last part of her last sentence.
Shaking her head clear, she looks blankly over to Amitola (likely upwards, since Kaede is a short, pompous teenage girl....deadly, but yet still a wee lass).
Finally, "Sorry..."
"My father always told me, when you give advice, you should first discern whether or not the other person is willing to accept it. Who is it that is addressing me, and offering unrequested advice?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin watches the unfolding mass summoning of heroes and steps close to Kerwyn...just to watch as Kerwyn address the gray old man. He pauses, then steps over to Shavaris, leaning down to her.
"What in Crom's name is all this? Where the $%&# are we?"
"Skyloft is safe." Atreyu says to ease Johnathan's fears. "For now, anyway. Soon, nothing will be safe. We'll have to act fast and strike hard to offset some of our setbacks. Our enemy is powerful, but not powerful enough to pull off an attack on Skyloft yet."
Atreyu pauses, listens to Travin. His brows raise, and then Delphinium lands on his shoulder, the two whispering back and forth to one another.
"You defeated Blix? This is great news." He says, while ignoring all the babble about Storytellers and broken worlds. "The alicorn? Where is it? And the mare...ah. Well. We'll deal with all of that soon enough."
"Good thinking, little Lightless." Gandalf smile when Jek speaks up. "We'll reconvene this later, without her. As for you..."
Gandalf steps down from his position next to Atreyu and lifts the medallion that has become a series of knives.
"I know this weapon, the Glaive." Gandalf says, lifting it gently from Kerwyn and turning it about in his hands. He eyeballs the younger man, squints. "Kerwyn is not the name you were given at birth...and sadly, this old fool does not remember your name, now. Your parents, though, are King Randor and Queen Marlena of Eternia...and that, I'm afraid, makes you the heir to the throne, dear Prince."
Gandalf slowly retracts the Glaive's blades and returns the weapon to Kerwyn.
Atreyu raises his hands as if to ease the Harregon, the older Half-Elf, and the Half-Orc, as well as the kneeling Tiefling at the foot of the stairs and the odd, starfish-like creature that is trying to figure out what is happening.
"Friends, you have been summoned here on behalf of the AURYN, to preserve what is left of the world. I know some of you don't know the full extent of what is happening. And I know that this is a shock to many of you...but there is much to do here, and time will bring you answers. Be patient, and be not afraid, but for now, I have other matters to attend. We'll talk soon."
Atreyu stepped back, away from the stairs, and then stood in the doorway of the Hall of the Celestials
"Lelith, you come with me. The rest of you, take a moment. Get some rest. Eat something. Krille can help with that. If you have something you wish to discuss, wait your turn and we'll talk in private. We'll summon everyone this evening and I'll issue new orders."
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
"I... we were called here... Summoned in the midst of what we were doing... to wait?" Nodjeim asks himself as he watches Atreyu step away and leave all here with no direction, bringing only the one the others called traitor with him. Perhaps he had heard wrongly of this Atreyu. Perhaps they were no leader. No champion. Not worthy of...
Nodjeim held his position for a minute or so before he backed away and then turned back to find the quiet place where he had waited unnoticed before making such a fool pledging himself to that boy...
At the news of Kerwyn's lineage, Travin lets out a raspy high pitched laugh, which rings around the many metal accoutrements hanging from his pile, "Kerwyn didn't even knows! Heh heh, hey when Kerwyn is king, labyrinth is in Eternia yeh yeh! Kerwyn can oust stupid Jareth and makes Travin Gobbin king hmm? Yeh yeh! This is good newses for Kerwyn! Good news for everyone! Hmm!"
At the offer of rest and eating something Travin asks Krille for the relevant help in directions to bathing and eating areas, hunger is new to the junkman and he's struggling with it somewhat. As he bathes he lets no body see him, though he does take the Firey giant with him. Does Travin come out of the shell to bathe?, does it go in with him like a weird junk soup?, he'll never tell. But the bathing happens and he comes out of the other side looking only marginally less dirty than before, bathing being another thing that is completely new to him.
Travin would talk to any of the congregated group, if approached, but won't approach anyone directly apart from members of the dawn guard, though Travin does look strangely at Jek Utinni, confused by him, and more confused still by Godshell, who he leaves well enough alone.
Shavaris stands stunned as Rum recalls the state of her home of Hylia. Were the Wandering Woods ok? Were they still there? Does it even matter? As Steven leans down, she first replies with, "Hmm?" as it takes a bit for the question to sink in. "Ah, we're in Skyloft, I think that's a ways North? I am not completely sure, I have never been here before myself. All the people around us? Well, they are members of the different bands I presume. I only recognize a few of them unfortunately."
She walks over to Tuto and squats down next to him, "You ok? I know we were never properly introduced before, I'm Shavaris. There sure are a lot of people here I have never met, its a bit overwhelming."
As the heritage of Kerwyn is revealed, she stands up straight, looks around wildly and finds him. She smiles as she makes her way to the apparent prince and grins up to him. "So Captain, apparently that was the incorrect title for you. We better work on that."
As Lelith is called away, Oten uncrosses his arms, steps forward and grabs Lelith's shoulder. "Wait a moment, before you go. I have one question for you, and the answer may be critical for clearing your name, and for the fate of our mission, if it truly is a shared one.. When exactly was control taken from you?" After giving her a chance to respond, Oten releases her arm and steps back, allowing her to be taken away.
The thri-kreen and his allies held their defensive stance. But after a few minutes, it became apparent that no one sought to harm them. If anything, the thri-kreen noticed that most hostilities were placed on the eladrin elf. The thri-kreen made another series of clicking noises and rested the great sword on his back. The armored-beetle construct and tiny silk moth creatured followed in suit, assuming a more neutral position.
The thri-kreen listened intently as Atreyu announced the purpose of their summons. Though he did not understand the authority Atreyu carried, it seemed everyone else regarded the man highly so the thri-kreen took to Atreyu's explanation. Why was this one summoned though? the insectoid thought, This one supposes if the events Atreyu speaks of has to do with the three suns, it wouldn't hurt to stay here a while longer. Perhaps it's time this one makes an introduction.
The thri-kreen and his entourage find a spot in the middle of the crowd. At his master's request, the armored construct drums his chest with his oversized fists in an attempt to catch everyone's attention. Though the thri-kreen's mouth does not move to speak, everyone within 120 ft of the insectoid hears a voice fill their mind,
"Greetings strangers. This one's name is Kit-Tik. My large, metal friend here is Rhino, while the smaller one goes by Silk. We hail from the Stygian Wastes, though it appears we are far from home... Skyloft was it? This one had recently embarked on a journey to learn more about the three suns in the sky, and it seems you all have various knowledge of the realm. This one has a sizable wealth of information on the Stygian Wastes, if anyone would be willing to trade info for info..."
Finished with his address, Kit-Tik simply stands amongst the crowd. Waiting.
Ro Aleron (Ro the Red) -> Illithid, Wizard 8 (Chronugist) // AURYN
"It was a gradual process. It did not show up suddenly and swept my mind under its control. It started when we first explored the Great Deku Tree trying to influence my mind, it ended when I was fully under its control after we split briefly in the Lon Lon Ranch after which, you can say it was no longer me who had control of my body." Lelith decided to answer honestly even as the spell defeaned her ears, she could still hear somehow.
"I have a question of my own. Where are Malon and Sorry?"
So much was now happening at once, Rum was trying to keep track of everything.
So many new faces and new races, at least to him. Insectoid-folk, Rabbit-folk and Stafirsh-folk were not the norm on Dragonclaw Island.
There were also many different expressions worn on those new faces as well. Some of the strangers looked surprised to be summoned, but soon settled amongst familiar faces of their bands. And then there were those that looked surprised and frightened and unsure of what was going on.
Some asked questions and he hears Atreyu ask for patience, but he feels the need to say something reassuring.
Just as he is about to, two things happen. Oten asks the question of Lelith that has been on his mind as well. One that he fears the answer to, and worries that he won't believe anyway. He listens intently as she replies, knowing that if she were to claim she was taken over in the same manner as Oten and Ro, it would be a lie. But she does not. That gives him pause and he studies her mannerism and tone trying to get some kind of reassurance she was not lying.
If she meets his gaze at this moment, his features soften a little and he gives a barely perceptible shake of his head in response to her question.
The second thing that happens is a strange voice speaks into his mind. He covers his shock and the momentary fear, it was uncomfortable after recent events, but the message was friendly.
He scans the crowd to identify the one who spoke, seeing the Insectoid-folk with the large metal friend and smaller friend and assuming it was they.
From his place half way up the stairs, he raises his voice to try and be heard over the crowd.
"Newcomers! I am Rumble of Hunger of Dragonclaw, favoured of the Great Dragon and Auryn bearer of the Twilight Embers. My hope is I will also soon become your ally. Fear not. Champion Atryeu has asked for patience, all will be made clear", he starts to say, looking to each of those he believes to be unaware of the purpose of the summoning.
He looks to the Half Orc and then the Starfish-folk. "You are on Celestia, in the city of Skyloft as Champion Atreyu mentioned. You are safe. We are all gathered because the world is in trouble, and if you are willing we could use your help".
"There will be a chance for a trade of information, Kit-Tik, be assured of that", he says focussing on the Insectoid-folk next.
"Patience is needed because the power that brought you all here is limited. It had to summon everyone at once, which has caused great confusion. But know that your presence here means you are valued, you are important and should you choose to help us you will be playing a role in saving this world".
Delphinium watches as their friend from childhood is taken away. They really hope they did enough to help them. They wish led they had more time to chat but perhaps now wasn't the best time anyway. Delph doesn't see what a good inquisition should have to do with stopping friends from catching up but here they are. Delph notices the dawn guard seems to be surrounding Kerwyn. Did the fairy miss something while talking with Atreyu? They shrug and make a note to ask later. Kerwyn seems quite... surprised? In awe? Delph isn't really sure. They seem happy at least and that's the important part.
Smiling and fluttering about on their rapidly flapping dragonfly wings the ball of blue listens to some folks around and picks up on a conversation by someone called Rumdle of Hunger of Dragonclaw. They seem to be helping inform folks. Some of which look really interesting! Delph also had some questions and loves meeting new folks too! Is that a talking starfish? Are they from the feywild? The fairy never seen one before. There's also a half-orc and a bug person! Exciting! Delph makes sure the pure white spear like object on their back is secure then goes over to say hello.
The tiny fairy flutters on over and lands directly on the shoulder of Rumble. They say right from this perch "Hello Rumble of Hunger of Dragonclaw. Hello Starfish person. Hello bug thing! Hello Half-orc. I'm Delphinium or Fireflight. I've been called both. You should totally give us something to call you by... unless you'd like me to come up with names for you all? That could be fun."
Jek notices that Lelith still can apparently hear, but his spell definitely worked. Hmm, she's a tricky one. As Atreyu and Gandalf leave, he will say "Let me know if you want me to come and let you know what was happening with the Order of the Phoenix. I'll keep myself occupied for now."
He looks to the crowd for a bit. He's still not use to this many people around. He begins to wander about and then goes into a corner for a bit. This reminds him of the day at the Ivory Tower, where this all started. He looks down and waves his hand, weaving a shadowy illusion of an AUYRN like he did on that day. He remembered being pleased it was not his responsibility. And now he had the responsibility for about a day and sacrificed the thing. He waves his hand and the illusion vanishes.
He notices Travin staring at him, so he'll walk over. "Hello, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Jek Utinni! I'm sorry, that looks like a lot, do you want help carrying that?" He'll gesture to all the stuff on him. "I happy you were able to save your brother. I have brothers, too! I don't know what I would do if one was in trouble. But they have there own paths to follow. What is this land of story tellers? I thought anyone can tell stories. Ahh! Sorry, I just had a sharp pain on my bottom, must just be a cramp. Or maybe one of your story tellers had someone pinch my bottom? Sorry, are you a child? I have a hard time telling them apart, I always just thought they were smaller versions of other races, but apparently they grow into elderly.... no wait, there was something in-between child and elderly wasn't there. This get's so confusing.... What was I saying?... Oh, it seems like you have done quite a bit with the Dawn Guard! You all seem like a very stable and capable bunch. You've accomplished so much already! Now you have a prince in your band now, that's exciting. "
It's about at this point that Jek hears Kit-Tik in his head. Jek heads over to that group and listens to the others talk. He looks to make sure Lelith is no longer in earshot. "Hello Kit-Tik, I am Jek Utinni! We learned some about the the suns. They are a sign of the Great Conjunction. What did Melisandre call them, The Great Sun, The Rose Sun, and the Dying Sun. But she was very melodramatic about things. But yea, the suns are a sign of the Great Conjunction. It is the ending of an age and beginning of a new one. This would be the third Great Conjunction. Let's see if I can remember what the Sorceress lady said. Umm, the first one caused the urSkeks to split into the urRu and the Skeksis. The urRu are the mystics, by the way, that's what I always call them. They're safe now, Vader wanted to kill them. Hang on, umm the second Great Conjunction, oh that one is easy, that's when the Crystal of Truth split into the Dark Crystal and the Shard of Division..... Oh yea, we need to go see Mother Aughra at some point... And now, with the third sun, we are getting closer to the third. It's a time of change, and we want to make sure the change is for the better." Jek looks to the crowd. "Wait, did Brevon not tell you all about that, we learned that awhile ago. But, Kit-Tik, I have a question. I am of the Shem Desert. I know there are some of you kind there as well, but they don't usually have metal bits. Anyways. Are there any tribes of Lightless in Stygian Wastes? I've been curious if there are more like me and my brothers in the world."