Boo shuffles to the half-orc and lightly taps on his side. "Boo can see you are nervous. The Gorgal see's no shame In showing emotions. Through emotions comes passion, and passion is needed for a warrior to seek great things. Let Boo start; Boo seeks to fulfill the wishes of those who tore him from darkness, be that through life or death." He gently puts a hand on Tork's arm. "What do you seek?"
Slag would turn his head to Marrow and give her the slightest of nods "I have been granted permission to put me skills to work in the field... No more cleaning up after yer messes... although I imagine I will still be in a position to keep ya supplied with useful tools as always... that is... as long as we can come to a mutual agreement" The metallic voice will say with a hint of joy as one of the warforged's bright eyes flickers a bit in what you think may have been a wink. Hearing Boo announce himself, the sound of gears would increase and get much louder for a fraction of a second as Slag quickly turns around, much faster than his appearance would let on that he was capable of. "Greetings... Boo...Dog..Elk... person... My name is Slag.... I already know Marrow here..." Slag would say loud enough for all to hear while motioning to the human woman before continuing "From previous work in the name of the Dragon King... But I don't know the rest of ya..." warfroged would say from under his heavy dark green cowl, his Gravely Metallic voice and green glowing eyes piercing the darkness that lingers under his hood. "Being nervous does ya no good. Yer either gunna live or die... Know that I will repair your body the best I can... I am a highly skilled craftsman... but flesh is much softer and prone to damage than the materials I normally work with..."
Marrow, still giving Boo and Tork some skeptical but not altogether impolite looks, falls right in beside Ildaer and Morinvarin with practiced ease.
"Well, I for one don't want to keep an Archon waiting and would like to know why we're here. Shall we enter? After you," she says, bowing a gesturing grandiloquently to Slag to go first. "Best foot forward?"
Slag would turn back to Marrow and let out a small mixture of a laugh and a cough before giving her another nod as the lights of his eyes flicker a moment. Before he turns to head up the steps, small wasp-like mechanical creature would move from the warforged's shoulder and disappear into the darkness of Slag's hood. A moment later a small lump is visible moving down under Slag's robes making its way from around his neck down along his chest and down his arm before emerging by his hand and seemingly burrowing into his arm. As Slag heads up the stairs, he will lean heavily on his javelin. The strange Javelin glows and flickers with energy with what appears to be cluster of different deadly tips that can be interchanged somehow on the end..
Marrow glances at Boo. "I think your Gorgal would have an interesting conversation with the Raven Queen. She's the one who gives me *spooooky* powers," she says, waving her fingers and smirking again. "But really, I get the darkness-tearing thing."
You open the wooden double doors into a reception area, the left side with a table and halfling on a stool behind it. She looks up from the paperwork to notice your group. Looking fairly busy with her work she can easily make it out that you are the summoned group. She motions you to the next room. "Tunon is finishing up now and will see you soon." As you enter the next room it is a large circular shape. Where you entered is at ground level but at the half-way point in the room stairs from either side rise up to the balcony where Tunon stands as he gives judgment. Tunon appears humanoid as he floats less than a foot off the ground, his feet are hidden in a black fog and a long black cloak covers him except for his face and hands which appear to be a pale white as if caked in chalk. Red highlights flow across him in the shape of a cross going down head to toe, while the cuff of each part ringed in red.
"For failure to have proper merchant license, a fine of 150 gold. Along with the payment for 50 gold for the license, you have until the end of the week to pay." His voice booms across the large room before looking up from his work to notice the group, stamping his staff into the ground, calling attention. "I have other business to attend to, leave all besides those summoned." Quickly the room begins to file out as Tunon waits for the doors to shut behind them, finally addressing you all. "You have answered the summons as expected, good. All is not well in the Tiers and Ulthan shall not tolerate this for long. Failures on both the Disfavored and Crimson Guard have been blamed for the lack of progress. Bring the word of Ulthan to the Archons and the punishment for their failures if it should come to that. Is there anything of pressing concern you wish to address me with?"
Marrow immediately lost any impudent posturing when she entered Tunon's chamber and adopted a perfect parade ground stance. She may not quite understand what is being asked of her but she gives every outward visual impression she'll carry out any orders she receives.
"Nothing aught but the task we are to complete, Archon," she says in a clipped tone. "Who is the first Archon we are to deliver the word of Ulthan? Do we have any limitations on punishment we are to mete out? Set us on course and we will see it done."
Slag would stand with both hands gripping his javelin tightly, leaning on it heavily while trying his best to stand up straight. His head would move from Tunon to Marrow before slowly returning to the floating figure. The warforged would shift ever so slightly as if he wanted to speak but thought better of it before continuing to listen.
"I would also inquire as to our status -- are we losing our ranks in the Disfavored and the Crimson Guard in taking on this new role?" Marrow asks after her response is met with silence, and her companions stay quiet. She can tell this is an important conversation, and is trying to project charm and competence. "Or simply weaving ourselves back into the fabric of our units with new orders? If so, it seems this motley crew here would disperse so soon after forming."
"Boo has no concerns. Boo shall act on the will to he who answers to his king." Boo will lay a hand on his chest as he says this, sitting on his knees.
"I am but an instrument of the Dragon King... forged for the sole purpose of carrying out his will..." The warforged would say very cautiously, knowing all to well what could happen if he were to offend the floating figure in any way.
"I expect the word to be delivered to both at the same time as Nazarat of the Crimson Guard has been meeting with the leader of the Disfavored, Graven Ashe, in their camp not far from Ascension Hall. You should find both there when you arrive. As for your status, you are still of your former loyalties but your first shall be to Ulthan and then me. As for punishment none is to be given until proof of their crimes can be proven. So you shall work from within the Crimson Guard and the Disfavored to find any evidence of treasonous action. Ulthan's peace is built on laws, and so nothing without proper judgment can be done. Only I shall pass judgment on their actions and if deemed so, declare them guilty."
"As for your status, you are freer than your former positions as you can move without the Archon's consent, carry out your own objectives, or anything else to ensure Ulthan's peace. So long as you do not hinder either side in their efforts to restore the peace. Any further questions?"
Morinvarin will smile. Rooting out information is his specialty. If there is treason in the ranks, he is confidant he will find it. "No further questions Archon." He will bow and withdraw with the rest once everyone is finished asking questions.
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"Thank you for the opportunity to better serve Ulthan, Archon, and for answering our questions," Marrow says, her mind swirling with dozens more questions. She realizes this is about all she can ask, and the situation doesn't call for more temerity. She bows respectfully and formally and readies to leave the chamber when others are ready to go. She looks around the chamber to see if there are any hidden observers (perception 22
"Understood" Slag would say with a deep bow as his green eyes seem to flicker. The warforged's gears would whine and grind much slower and quieter than previously as if his body were afraid to make any quick movements before backing away from Tunon and slipping out the door once they had been dismissed.
Marrow also looks around for any other place where paperwork might congregate in the chamber where proof of Tunon's direction/approval/mission/directive might be obtained in case they need to prove themselves.
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Boo shuffles to the half-orc and lightly taps on his side. "Boo can see you are nervous. The Gorgal see's no shame In showing emotions. Through emotions comes passion, and passion is needed for a warrior to seek great things. Let Boo start; Boo seeks to fulfill the wishes of those who tore him from darkness, be that through life or death." He gently puts a hand on Tork's arm. "What do you seek?"
Slag would turn his head to Marrow and give her the slightest of nods "I have been granted permission to put me skills to work in the field... No more cleaning up after yer messes... although I imagine I will still be in a position to keep ya supplied with useful tools as always... that is... as long as we can come to a mutual agreement" The metallic voice will say with a hint of joy as one of the warforged's bright eyes flickers a bit in what you think may have been a wink. Hearing Boo announce himself, the sound of gears would increase and get much louder for a fraction of a second as Slag quickly turns around, much faster than his appearance would let on that he was capable of. "Greetings... Boo...Dog..Elk... person... My name is Slag.... I already know Marrow here..." Slag would say loud enough for all to hear while motioning to the human woman before continuing "From previous work in the name of the Dragon King... But I don't know the rest of ya..." warfroged would say from under his heavy dark green cowl, his Gravely Metallic voice and green glowing eyes piercing the darkness that lingers under his hood. "Being nervous does ya no good. Yer either gunna live or die... Know that I will repair your body the best I can... I am a highly skilled craftsman... but flesh is much softer and prone to damage than the materials I normally work with..."
Marrow, still giving Boo and Tork some skeptical but not altogether impolite looks, falls right in beside Ildaer and Morinvarin with practiced ease.
"Well, I for one don't want to keep an Archon waiting and would like to know why we're here. Shall we enter? After you," she says, bowing a gesturing grandiloquently to Slag to go first. "Best foot forward?"
Slag would turn back to Marrow and let out a small mixture of a laugh and a cough before giving her another nod as the lights of his eyes flicker a moment. Before he turns to head up the steps, small wasp-like mechanical creature would move from the warforged's shoulder and disappear into the darkness of Slag's hood. A moment later a small lump is visible moving down under Slag's robes making its way from around his neck down along his chest and down his arm before emerging by his hand and seemingly burrowing into his arm. As Slag heads up the stairs, he will lean heavily on his javelin. The strange Javelin glows and flickers with energy with what appears to be cluster of different deadly tips that can be interchanged somehow on the end..
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
Tork looks at boo, then stares down and quietly responds:
"Sorry, but i'd rather not share it. Besides, i don't want to make the archon wait any longer. We have been summoned for a reason"
Tork then proceeds to enter through the door to meet the archon.
Marrow glances at Boo. "I think your Gorgal would have an interesting conversation with the Raven Queen. She's the one who gives me *spooooky* powers," she says, waving her fingers and smirking again. "But really, I get the darkness-tearing thing."
Boo shrugs. "Very well, your life is your own. Boo will not pester." He then knuckle-crawls up the stairs to follow from behind.
You open the wooden double doors into a reception area, the left side with a table and halfling on a stool behind it. She looks up from the paperwork to notice your group. Looking fairly busy with her work she can easily make it out that you are the summoned group. She motions you to the next room. "Tunon is finishing up now and will see you soon." As you enter the next room it is a large circular shape. Where you entered is at ground level but at the half-way point in the room stairs from either side rise up to the balcony where Tunon stands as he gives judgment. Tunon appears humanoid as he floats less than a foot off the ground, his feet are hidden in a black fog and a long black cloak covers him except for his face and hands which appear to be a pale white as if caked in chalk. Red highlights flow across him in the shape of a cross going down head to toe, while the cuff of each part ringed in red.
"For failure to have proper merchant license, a fine of 150 gold. Along with the payment for 50 gold for the license, you have until the end of the week to pay." His voice booms across the large room before looking up from his work to notice the group, stamping his staff into the ground, calling attention. "I have other business to attend to, leave all besides those summoned." Quickly the room begins to file out as Tunon waits for the doors to shut behind them, finally addressing you all. "You have answered the summons as expected, good. All is not well in the Tiers and Ulthan shall not tolerate this for long. Failures on both the Disfavored and Crimson Guard have been blamed for the lack of progress. Bring the word of Ulthan to the Archons and the punishment for their failures if it should come to that. Is there anything of pressing concern you wish to address me with?"
Marrow immediately lost any impudent posturing when she entered Tunon's chamber and adopted a perfect parade ground stance. She may not quite understand what is being asked of her but she gives every outward visual impression she'll carry out any orders she receives.
"Nothing aught but the task we are to complete, Archon," she says in a clipped tone. "Who is the first Archon we are to deliver the word of Ulthan? Do we have any limitations on punishment we are to mete out? Set us on course and we will see it done."
Slag would stand with both hands gripping his javelin tightly, leaning on it heavily while trying his best to stand up straight. His head would move from Tunon to Marrow before slowly returning to the floating figure. The warforged would shift ever so slightly as if he wanted to speak but thought better of it before continuing to listen.
"I would also inquire as to our status -- are we losing our ranks in the Disfavored and the Crimson Guard in taking on this new role?" Marrow asks after her response is met with silence, and her companions stay quiet. She can tell this is an important conversation, and is trying to project charm and competence. "Or simply weaving ourselves back into the fabric of our units with new orders? If so, it seems this motley crew here would disperse so soon after forming."
"Boo has no concerns. Boo shall act on the will to he who answers to his king." Boo will lay a hand on his chest as he says this, sitting on his knees.
"I am but an instrument of the Dragon King... forged for the sole purpose of carrying out his will..." The warforged would say very cautiously, knowing all to well what could happen if he were to offend the floating figure in any way.
"I expect the word to be delivered to both at the same time as Nazarat of the Crimson Guard has been meeting with the leader of the Disfavored, Graven Ashe, in their camp not far from Ascension Hall. You should find both there when you arrive. As for your status, you are still of your former loyalties but your first shall be to Ulthan and then me. As for punishment none is to be given until proof of their crimes can be proven. So you shall work from within the Crimson Guard and the Disfavored to find any evidence of treasonous action. Ulthan's peace is built on laws, and so nothing without proper judgment can be done. Only I shall pass judgment on their actions and if deemed so, declare them guilty."
"As for your status, you are freer than your former positions as you can move without the Archon's consent, carry out your own objectives, or anything else to ensure Ulthan's peace. So long as you do not hinder either side in their efforts to restore the peace. Any further questions?"
Tork
lvl 4 | Half-Orc | Warrior
"No, Archon." Says Tork and steps a few foots back while still facing the archon and after 3 steps, he turns his back and proceeds outside.
Morinvarin will smile. Rooting out information is his specialty. If there is treason in the ranks, he is confidant he will find it. "No further questions Archon." He will bow and withdraw with the rest once everyone is finished asking questions.
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"Thank you for the opportunity to better serve Ulthan, Archon, and for answering our questions," Marrow says, her mind swirling with dozens more questions. She realizes this is about all she can ask, and the situation doesn't call for more temerity. She bows respectfully and formally and readies to leave the chamber when others are ready to go. She looks around the chamber to see if there are any hidden observers (perception 22
"Understood" Slag would say with a deep bow as his green eyes seem to flicker. The warforged's gears would whine and grind much slower and quieter than previously as if his body were afraid to make any quick movements before backing away from Tunon and slipping out the door once they had been dismissed.
"The deed will be done." Boo gets up from his knees and follows the group.
Marrow also looks around for any other place where paperwork might congregate in the chamber where proof of Tunon's direction/approval/mission/directive might be obtained in case they need to prove themselves.