Ian would have payed attention to what group the 15 year old kid joined.
Ian curses under his breath in elvish and whispers.
“It seems I am still cursed with bad luck.”
Ian stands up and turns towards the vice commander and bows.
“Vice Commander, for the glory of the Void Corps.”
Ian follows the vice commander but not close.
As you start walking with the group you notice the same kid as before come up besides your group. "Ian, right? Sol and Suce as well. Nice to meet you guys," He looks at Suce and Sol in particular. "Some of your reputations proceed you. My name's Ceth, and I'm sorry for not knowing you all better figure we should at least get to know each other if we're going to be in the same unit. Though we're in the same unit I'm with the other dive team so we won't be seeing each other that often throughout the layers. And Sol, don't even try to pickpocket most people here or you'll end up with significantly less fur and lives than before." Sol, he says it so callously and casually but you know this isn't a threat but a warning.
Tyst chuckles. "I like this kid. Ceth was it? Doesn't talk in riddles or make illusory bowls of stew - just gets straight to the point." He glances towards Zarvox and mumbles, "Unlike some people..." Then he continues, "So Ceth, you've tipped your hand about Sol's reputation, but what's the word about Suce?"
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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."
Ceth looks at Suce and after seemingly debating with himself goes with. “All I’ll say is he owned a great deal more power before it was stripped by his source.” He looks over at Suce with weariness in his eyes. “Though he was one of the first to join us after the war, alongside Arven, Jade and Luthe. Speaking of that, Arven didn’t show up to the speech and probably won’t show up for the briefing. Despite being our group’s leader he is annoyingly irresponsible.”
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Zarvox’s tail flicks once—like punctuation. He doesn’t stop walking, but his head tilts toward Ceth with theatrical precision, eyes narrowing in amused appraisal. “Ah, a voice wrapped in courtesy but stitched with caution. How quaint. Ceth, was it? A name like a cough. Brief, but possibly contagious. As for reputations… they’re just ghosts with good PR. I prefer introductions that bleed.”
Ah, Tyst.
Zarvox doesn’t flinch at the jab. Instead, he smiles wider detached, delighted, and entirely unbothered. His tail coils once, then taps the ground rhythmically, like a metronome for madness. “Yes, Ceth. Do tell. What does the rumor mill whisper of Suce? I’ve heard three versions. One says she drowned a seraph with a smile. Another claims she speaks only to ghosts. The third insists she’s a myth whose silence speaks louder than most screams.” Then, looking at Suce, Zarvox’s voice lowers—almost conspiratorial: “I believe all three. Truth is rarely so generous as to be singular. It is a pleasure to be adjacent to your legend.”
He steps slightly ahead, then pivots on his heel to face the group, coat flaring like a curtain before a performance. His ember-red eyes settle on the group—not hostile, just dissecting. Now walking backward with effortless grace, Zarvox addresses them as if the path behind him were preordained—his steps precise, his gaze unwavering. He spreads his arms wide, voice booming with flamboyant cadence: “Comrades, footnotes, fellow divers into the deliciously damned! His eyes gleam with emberlight, tail swaying in sync with his words. “I must confess—my excitement is not the kind one shares over tea and pleasantries. No, mine is the fevered thrill of a scholar handed a cursed tome.” He gestures to the abyss beyond, voice lowering to a reverent hush: “We stand at the edge of riddles yet unsolved, horrors yet unwept, truths too shy to speak plainly. And I—Zarvox, archivist of agony, riddlemancer of the void—am positively ecstatic to be here.” Then, with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes:“Let the layers test us. Let the echoes scream. I’ve brought ink, wit, and a very sharp smile.”
He finishes, bows—mocking, magnificent, and utterly sincere.
Súce smiles at the comments and remembers back in the old days, back when he held different power from a dark lord. "Ah, my new colleagues, there was a time once...you would have walked into The Pit and found me, at the head of a horde of the foulest the abyss has to offer, and indeed I would be the worse of them. Drenched in blood I was. It was glori...er...I mean it was terrible. Alas, now it is vengeance against the same dark lord I used to served. I will drown in the ichor of servants." and then softly "He will regret the day he took her from me." at the end of the comment his eyes seem distant, almost sad if you could imagine sadness in a creature such as he is. He does not mention who the "her" is.
"So, my reputation has grown legs and a mouth has it. 'Good boy'" as he pats an imaginary pet, he laughs.
With the comment about purloining a loose belonging, he gives a sly smile and says "Yes, Yes; I'll be good. But know that I'm even better when I'm bad."
"So, my reputation has grown legs and a mouth has it. 'Good boy'" as he pats an imaginary pet, he laughs.
With the comment about purloining a loose belonging, he gives a sly smile and says "Yes, Yes; I'll be good. But know that I'm even better when I'm bad."
(HAD TO Put that in there; LOL)
"Sol, I can say it certainly precedes you. Though the time you lit a firework in a guards quarters definitely hasn't earned you any favors. Arazel still doesn't know that was you so I suggest you keep it that way along with your life, at least with 5 functional limbs that can move of their own accord gatto." Ceth looks off to his right and points to someone in the group. "That's Arazel she's typically the voice of logic when it comes to making decisions." He gives a glare to Sol, enunciating the words ''logic'' and ''decisions'' while doing so.
The person in question is a tall elven lady with what appears to be an especially long glaive with different pieces folded together on her back. She turns with a look of mild shock on her face then quickly recomposes herself. "Oh--sorry, I wasn't paying attention. My name's Arazel and it's nice to meet fellow members of the suicide units, it's a shame that statistically we're very unlikely to see each other after the initial dive. Very few ever make it past 10 dives total." Her face sombers rapidly.
Just then a voice like thunder comes from straight behind your group, loud enough that even Jade flinches at the head of the group, nearly dropping her stack of paperwork before looking back in annoyance. "It's not so bad. If you get injured you know you'll die rather than stay a cripple for life." The voice came from a--for lack of better word--behemoth of a man towering over your group by at least half of a pace (think like 45 cm's or 18 inches roughly. that is unless someone in the group is roughly 225 cm tall then you stand equal with him I didn't check your heights) with an almost equally large shield on his back. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare any of you. The name's Bran, nice to meetcha. If you guys want there's quite a few interesting things to be found at the market so what do you say we go out after the briefing."
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Ian walks up to Barn and without thinking goes to shake his hand before remembering his hands are shackled. With a quick glance down to his wrist and back up to Barn a mild look of annoyance crosses his face.
“It is a pleasure to make everyone's acquaintance. Call me Ian. I look forward to joining you all at the gates of the Abyss. I would love to investigate interesting things at the market yet I do find my coin purse rather empty. Are the interesting things you speak of expensive?”
At the sound of Bran's voice Tyst jumps slightly, his fur trying to poof out but restricted by his armor. The result is random patches of fur sticking out through various seams making him seem more disheveled than usual, if that's possible, and a puff of soot that seems to disappear as soon as it gets free. He looks back. "Holy jumpin...." he trails off as he takes in Bran's full height. Then he chuckles. "Whoooo there big guy. Remind me not to get under your feet. Also don't take it personal if I use you for cover. But yeah, shopping sounds good."
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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."
Súce bows shortly at Azrael and glances up at Bran. "Indeed, if you go down in the abyss you will likely not make it out. However, I suggest that death is a better option than being taken captive by some of the creatures."
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Tyst chuckles. "I like this kid. Ceth was it? Doesn't talk in riddles or make illusory bowls of stew - just gets straight to the point." He glances towards Zarvox and mumbles, "Unlike some people..." Then he continues, "So Ceth, you've tipped your hand about Sol's reputation, but what's the word about Suce?"
"...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."
Ceth looks at Suce and after seemingly debating with himself goes with. “All I’ll say is he owned a great deal more power before it was stripped by his source.” He looks over at Suce with weariness in his eyes. “Though he was one of the first to join us after the war, alongside Arven, Jade and Luthe. Speaking of that, Arven didn’t show up to the speech and probably won’t show up for the briefing. Despite being our group’s leader he is annoyingly irresponsible.”
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Zarvox Narration.
Zarvox’s tail flicks once—like punctuation. He doesn’t stop walking, but his head tilts toward Ceth with theatrical precision, eyes narrowing in amused appraisal. “Ah, a voice wrapped in courtesy but stitched with caution. How quaint. Ceth, was it? A name like a cough. Brief, but possibly contagious. As for reputations… they’re just ghosts with good PR. I prefer introductions that bleed.”
Ah, Tyst.
Zarvox doesn’t flinch at the jab. Instead, he smiles wider detached, delighted, and entirely unbothered. His tail coils once, then taps the ground rhythmically, like a metronome for madness. “Yes, Ceth. Do tell. What does the rumor mill whisper of Suce? I’ve heard three versions. One says she drowned a seraph with a smile. Another claims she speaks only to ghosts. The third insists she’s a myth whose silence speaks louder than most screams.” Then, looking at Suce, Zarvox’s voice lowers—almost conspiratorial: “I believe all three. Truth is rarely so generous as to be singular. It is a pleasure to be adjacent to your legend.”
He steps slightly ahead, then pivots on his heel to face the group, coat flaring like a curtain before a performance. His ember-red eyes settle on the group—not hostile, just dissecting. Now walking backward with effortless grace, Zarvox addresses them as if the path behind him were preordained—his steps precise, his gaze unwavering. He spreads his arms wide, voice booming with flamboyant cadence: “Comrades, footnotes, fellow divers into the deliciously damned! His eyes gleam with emberlight, tail swaying in sync with his words. “I must confess—my excitement is not the kind one shares over tea and pleasantries. No, mine is the fevered thrill of a scholar handed a cursed tome.” He gestures to the abyss beyond, voice lowering to a reverent hush: “We stand at the edge of riddles yet unsolved, horrors yet unwept, truths too shy to speak plainly. And I—Zarvox, archivist of agony, riddlemancer of the void—am positively ecstatic to be here.” Then, with a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes: “Let the layers test us. Let the echoes scream. I’ve brought ink, wit, and a very sharp smile.”
He finishes, bows—mocking, magnificent, and utterly sincere.
Súce- hráve
Súce smiles at the comments and remembers back in the old days, back when he held different power from a dark lord. "Ah, my new colleagues, there was a time once...you would have walked into The Pit and found me, at the head of a horde of the foulest the abyss has to offer, and indeed I would be the worse of them. Drenched in blood I was. It was glori...er...I mean it was terrible. Alas, now it is vengeance against the same dark lord I used to served. I will drown in the ichor of servants." and then softly "He will regret the day he took her from me." at the end of the comment his eyes seem distant, almost sad if you could imagine sadness in a creature such as he is. He does not mention who the "her" is.
"So, my reputation has grown legs and a mouth has it. 'Good boy'" as he pats an imaginary pet, he laughs.
With the comment about purloining a loose belonging, he gives a sly smile and says "Yes, Yes; I'll be good. But know that I'm even better when I'm bad."
(HAD TO Put that in there; LOL)
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((Post didn't go through, and busy schedule made me not realize I promise I'll be more careful next time that my posts go through.))
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
"Sol, I can say it certainly precedes you. Though the time you lit a firework in a guards quarters definitely hasn't earned you any favors. Arazel still doesn't know that was you so I suggest you keep it that way along with your life, at least with 5 functional limbs that can move of their own accord gatto." Ceth looks off to his right and points to someone in the group. "That's Arazel she's typically the voice of logic when it comes to making decisions." He gives a glare to Sol, enunciating the words ''logic'' and ''decisions'' while doing so.
The person in question is a tall elven lady with what appears to be an especially long glaive with different pieces folded together on her back. She turns with a look of mild shock on her face then quickly recomposes herself. "Oh--sorry, I wasn't paying attention. My name's Arazel and it's nice to meet fellow members of the suicide units, it's a shame that statistically we're very unlikely to see each other after the initial dive. Very few ever make it past 10 dives total." Her face sombers rapidly.
Just then a voice like thunder comes from straight behind your group, loud enough that even Jade flinches at the head of the group, nearly dropping her stack of paperwork before looking back in annoyance. "It's not so bad. If you get injured you know you'll die rather than stay a cripple for life." The voice came from a--for lack of better word--behemoth of a man towering over your group by at least half of a pace (think like 45 cm's or 18 inches roughly. that is unless someone in the group is roughly 225 cm tall then you stand equal with him I didn't check your heights) with an almost equally large shield on his back. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare any of you. The name's Bran, nice to meetcha. If you guys want there's quite a few interesting things to be found at the market so what do you say we go out after the briefing."
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
Ian walks up to Barn and without thinking goes to shake his hand before remembering his hands are shackled. With a quick glance down to his wrist and back up to Barn a mild look of annoyance crosses his face.
“It is a pleasure to make everyone's acquaintance. Call me Ian. I look forward to joining you all at the gates of the Abyss. I would love to investigate interesting things at the market yet I do find my coin purse rather empty. Are the interesting things you speak of expensive?”
At the sound of Bran's voice Tyst jumps slightly, his fur trying to poof out but restricted by his armor. The result is random patches of fur sticking out through various seams making him seem more disheveled than usual, if that's possible, and a puff of soot that seems to disappear as soon as it gets free. He looks back. "Holy jumpin...." he trails off as he takes in Bran's full height. Then he chuckles. "Whoooo there big guy. Remind me not to get under your feet. Also don't take it personal if I use you for cover. But yeah, shopping sounds good."
"...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."
Súce- hráve
Súce bows shortly at Azrael and glances up at Bran. "Indeed, if you go down in the abyss you will likely not make it out. However, I suggest that death is a better option than being taken captive by some of the creatures."