Zarvox doesn’t flinch at the booming voice. His quill stills mid-stroke, hovering above the Codex like a blade deciding where to cut. He lifts his eyes slowly—first to the flickering lights, then to the woman. He doesn’t meet her gaze directly. He studies her like a glyph, searching for the fracture in the pattern. “Ah. A herald with teeth.”He tilts his head, tail curling once behind him. He closes the Codex with a soft snap. His eyes flick toward the two Tabaxi—Tyst and Sol—as their banter unfolds. The corners of his mouth twitch upward, not quite a smile, but something adjacent. Amusement, perhaps. Or approval. With a subtle gesture—two fingers tracing a spiral in the air—a stew pot shimmers into existence atop the table in front of the two Tabaxi as he makes his way back to his high-backed chair he’s subtly modified with stacked tomes. He waits to hear. He writes. And as the Codex drinks in fresh ink, Zarvox murmurs—more to the page than the room: “Patterns emerge. Even in stew."
Tyst uses his staff to push the pot of stew as far away as possible, until it teeters precariously on the farthest edge of the table. He looks at Sol and raises an eyebrow. "See what I mean with this guy? You can eat that if you want, but I'm gonna pass."
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Not being interested in cards games att this time, Suce stands and prepares to follow Lazarus. As he approaches he grimaces as Lazarus awkward introduction. Even on his worse day he's not sure he could match it. "Ah well, you know I don't drink alcohol either. I prefer something more filling." He takes a sip of his drink, which clearly appears to be blood. "Are you sure you don't want us to join you?" Suce gives a fangy and bloody smile. "I mean, it's much better to be friends than enemies after all".
The man looks shook, whether it be by appearance, reputation, or the menacing tone in your voice. He offers you a seat giving you the warning that while you can join the tables you were given are used to keep track of your unit for dismissal to make it easier than calling out separate names.
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Zarvox doesn’t flinch at the booming voice. His quill stills mid-stroke, hovering above the Codex like a blade deciding where to cut. He lifts his eyes slowly—first to the flickering lights, then to the woman. He doesn’t meet her gaze directly. He studies her like a glyph, searching for the fracture in the pattern. “Ah. A herald with teeth.”He tilts his head, tail curling once behind him. He closes the Codex with a soft snap. His eyes flick toward the two Tabaxi—Tyst and Sol—as their banter unfolds. The corners of his mouth twitch upward, not quite a smile, but something adjacent. Amusement, perhaps. Or approval. With a subtle gesture—two fingers tracing a spiral in the air—a stew pot shimmers into existence atop the table in front of the two Tabaxi as he makes his way back to his high-backed chair he’s subtly modified with stacked tomes. He waits to hear. He writes. And as the Codex drinks in fresh ink, Zarvox murmurs—more to the page than the room: “Patterns emerge. Even in stew."
Tyst uses his staff to push the pot of stew as far away as possible, until it teeters precariously on the farthest edge of the table. He looks at Sol and raises an eyebrow. "See what I mean with this guy? You can eat that if you want, but I'm gonna pass."
Zarvox Narration.
When trying to push it, you realize it's a illusion. Zarvox Cackles like a hyena when you talk about eating it.
“I’m not much for cards, friends. Think I’ll go find more hot water. My tea is tepid. Suce/Zarvox, care to join me?”
Lazarus stands up and wanders away towards the group he heard talking of unrest within the ranks.
”Excuse me, gentlemen. Can we join you? We’re interested in this blindfolded man. Could we buy you a round?”
OOC:
Persuasion = 4 (Ugh!)
Zarvox Narration
I would think this commander shall be appearing at any movement?Dissent is Intresting but not new lol some like myself had no choice but to join. What about you? Zarvox asks, Lazarus.
The door nearest to the podium opens and then a bald man walks up to the podium and quickly sets down some papers on the podium, trying to hide them before others see them. Which earned a few laughs from your fellow members at his expense. The man isn't tall in height but his presence is overbearing, with his hard set features, the nasty scar trailing from his forehead down to his left cheek and his mildly dirty tunic that seems to be his best attempt at looking nice. "Jade was that really necessary?"
The man continues on, looking down for a moment before taking a breath and then speaking. "I can assure you my lack of a early rising is hardly the only thing that kept me from joining you all here earlier." The podium seems to grow higher off of the ground as he starts speaking and the crowd goes silent now, every eye is on him. " Let's start now shall we? I've kept everyone waiting long enough."
"The most simultaneously interesting and terrifying aspect of the Abyss is the fact that it's nonlinear in its formation, so theoretically there are unexplored layers to the sides and between the broken paths leading downwards throughout its layers.
Even then its "heart" or core or brain is still forming new layers, slowly, producing new mythologies and concepts to satisfy its twisted dreams of enjoyment.
And yet did that stop us?
(Pause to wait for the crowd to get fired up, or at least those who remember.)
Those fleeting few years ago, the first true blow was struck. We sealed the plains of infinite portals, fought back the demons and even now we purify this land by our mere existence.
Even then the abyss opened up the great chasm, demons still attempt to climb up and reclaim this land for themselves, we won’t let them. Now that it has shown part of its hand we must force it to show the rest. But still–
What was once a barren desert full of endless portals now is stable, overworld-like and in some places beautiful even.
That act of triumph, of order is what brought us here today. It has given us a foothold on an endless mountain.
But all a man needs to climb is a foothold, to organize his forces and plan.
To build these bases. Make our descents. And fight back.
I ask: Are you with me?
Most of the crowd bursts out into applause or a mix of support and fearful shouts of agreement as to their futures.
Those of you gathered here today:
Soldier sent from Eldnar's gates,
Researchers from the heart of Tepizae,
Scholars of the weave and its fibres,
Outcasts from society seeking a purpose,
Bastard children of magic blessed with gifts of the arcane,
Those who connect with nature's very being to protect and in some cases destroy,
Those of you who have trained their whole life with a blade--or fist--and broken the normal limits of human strength seeking to test just how far you've come,
Those whose soul is claimed by another more powerful being who in return were gifted with magic,
Faithful whose devotion runs so deep that you have gained blessing in return for following your god’s word,
Tuners of the soul that can channel and control souls, perhaps seeking to put to rest the agitated souls left by the abyss's dark paths,
And finally those of you that I haven't heard the stories of or discovered the talents of. I don’t know you–but the abyss will…
And to those of you enlisted to join, perhaps not by choice–I see you. Fret not my friends, you aren’t fodder, you won’t be forced onto the frontlines after being thrust into this world. Everyone here knew, at least in some deep down place in their soul, exactly what was coming and still chose to join. You didn’t. But should you find yourself with something to prove–to others or one’s self–I won’t give you a chance… the demons you face will.
You all have come here, for one reason or another, but now I give you one uniting purpose: you will be the ones who will learn of the abyss's extent, and return whether dead or alive it be. Fight towards the abyss's dark heart for all who crusade against the evil at it's core before it's too late and the abyss swallows all inside--and eventually outside--its maw.
My name is Edgar Glassknife. And while happy for your presence, It saddens me that in just a few days I may have to send some of you off to your deaths. I won’t put up false pretenses. Death is a part of what we must do, and there’s no avoiding that. That’s going to change. And it’s because of all of you in front of me.
So what say you? Are you in?"
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Ian starts to try to clap before realizing that his hands are bound together. After the commander is finished Ian will raise his glass and give a slight nod of acknowledgment.
After Edgar finishes, Tyst mumbles "If I wasn't in, I wouldn't be here."
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
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Tyst uses his staff to push the pot of stew as far away as possible, until it teeters precariously on the farthest edge of the table. He looks at Sol and raises an eyebrow. "See what I mean with this guy? You can eat that if you want, but I'm gonna pass."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Not being interested in cards games att this time, Suce stands and prepares to follow Lazarus. As he approaches he grimaces as Lazarus awkward introduction. Even on his worse day he's not sure he could match it. "Ah well, you know I don't drink alcohol either. I prefer something more filling." He takes a sip of his drink, which clearly appears to be blood. "Are you sure you don't want us to join you?" Suce gives a fangy and bloody smile. "I mean, it's much better to be friends than enemies after all".
intimidation 25
The man looks shook, whether it be by appearance, reputation, or the menacing tone in your voice. He offers you a seat giving you the warning that while you can join the tables you were given are used to keep track of your unit for dismissal to make it easier than calling out separate names.
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Zarvox Narration.
When trying to push it, you realize it's a illusion. Zarvox Cackles like a hyena when you talk about eating it.
Zarvox Narration
I would think this commander shall be appearing at any movement? Dissent is Intresting but not new lol some like myself had no choice but to join. What about you? Zarvox asks, Lazarus.
The door nearest to the podium opens and then a bald man walks up to the podium and quickly sets down some papers on the podium, trying to hide them before others see them. Which earned a few laughs from your fellow members at his expense. The man isn't tall in height but his presence is overbearing, with his hard set features, the nasty scar trailing from his forehead down to his left cheek and his mildly dirty tunic that seems to be his best attempt at looking nice. "Jade was that really necessary?"
The man continues on, looking down for a moment before taking a breath and then speaking. "I can assure you my lack of a early rising is hardly the only thing that kept me from joining you all here earlier." The podium seems to grow higher off of the ground as he starts speaking and the crowd goes silent now, every eye is on him. " Let's start now shall we? I've kept everyone waiting long enough."
"The most simultaneously interesting and terrifying aspect of the Abyss is the fact that it's nonlinear in its formation, so theoretically there are unexplored layers to the sides and between the broken paths leading downwards throughout its layers.
Even then its "heart" or core or brain is still forming new layers, slowly, producing new mythologies and concepts to satisfy its twisted dreams of enjoyment.
And yet did that stop us?
(Pause to wait for the crowd to get fired up, or at least those who remember.)
Those fleeting few years ago, the first true blow was struck. We sealed the plains of infinite portals, fought back the demons and even now we purify this land by our mere existence.
Even then the abyss opened up the great chasm, demons still attempt to climb up and reclaim this land for themselves, we won’t let them. Now that it has shown part of its hand we must force it to show the rest. But still–
What was once a barren desert full of endless portals now is stable, overworld-like and in some places beautiful even.
That act of triumph, of order is what brought us here today. It has given us a foothold on an endless mountain.
But all a man needs to climb is a foothold, to organize his forces and plan.
To build these bases. Make our descents. And fight back.
I ask: Are you with me?
Most of the crowd bursts out into applause or a mix of support and fearful shouts of agreement as to their futures.
Those of you gathered here today:
Soldier sent from Eldnar's gates,
Researchers from the heart of Tepizae,
Scholars of the weave and its fibres,
Outcasts from society seeking a purpose,
Bastard children of magic blessed with gifts of the arcane,
Those who connect with nature's very being to protect and in some cases destroy,
Those of you who have trained their whole life with a blade--or fist--and broken the normal limits of human strength seeking to test just how far you've come,
Those whose soul is claimed by another more powerful being who in return were gifted with magic,
Faithful whose devotion runs so deep that you have gained blessing in return for following your god’s word,
Tuners of the soul that can channel and control souls, perhaps seeking to put to rest the agitated souls left by the abyss's dark paths,
And finally those of you that I haven't heard the stories of or discovered the talents of. I don’t know you–but the abyss will…
And to those of you enlisted to join, perhaps not by choice–I see you. Fret not my friends, you aren’t fodder, you won’t be forced onto the frontlines after being thrust into this world. Everyone here knew, at least in some deep down place in their soul, exactly what was coming and still chose to join. You didn’t. But should you find yourself with something to prove–to others or one’s self–I won’t give you a chance… the demons you face will.
You all have come here, for one reason or another, but now I give you one uniting purpose: you will be the ones who will learn of the abyss's extent, and return whether dead or alive it be. Fight towards the abyss's dark heart for all who crusade against the evil at it's core before it's too late and the abyss swallows all inside--and eventually outside--its maw.
My name is Edgar Glassknife. And while happy for your presence, It saddens me that in just a few days I may have to send some of you off to your deaths. I won’t put up false pretenses. Death is a part of what we must do, and there’s no avoiding that. That’s going to change. And it’s because of all of you in front of me.
So what say you? Are you in?"
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Gedyr
Not one for loud cheering, he will never the less raise his glass and drains the last of it's content.
Sol stands and asks "Sure, but what's in it for us?"
D&D since 1984
Ever cynical. Ever cautious. Lazarus turn to see Edgar’s response to Sol’s question.
((Yo guys I’m not feeling well so I probably won’t be able to send a proper response until tomorrow… or until my headache disappears))
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Hope you feel better
D&D since 1984
(OOC: Hope you feel better soon.)
Ian starts to try to clap before realizing that his hands are bound together. After the commander is finished Ian will raise his glass and give a slight nod of acknowledgment.
After Edgar finishes, Tyst mumbles "If I wasn't in, I wouldn't be here."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."