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2014-04-30, 12:43 PM (ISO 8601)
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After Mourning IC
The afternoon skies are the first thing to greet you on the platform of Cannith Tower. Tinged with silver and darkling cloud, they move overhead to the rhythms of a vicious wind that you cannot yet feel. Nevertheless, the first warm droplets of rain begin to fall, coating the metal with water and making it all that much more dangerous. One false step, and you might find yourself taking an unusual shortcut all the way down to the Undercity. All around you, the lights of Sharn have been lit - the earthly constellations appear even brighter against the stormy background. The City of Towers is well named, as the skyline is littered with spires and buttresses. Here and there, you can make out the faint glow of an airship or a skycoach making one last trip before the inclement weather arrives in full. On the streets far below, you make out the various lines and angles of a warforged regiment. Driven by the commands of a magewright, they make their way through the winding avenues of Sharn towards the base of Cannith Tower. The structure itself is huge, interlocking plates of steel and mithral rising up over a hundred stories into the clouds. On a clear day, you can see the huge bull's head that marks the highest point in Sharn, but today your view is obscured by the overwhelming pall. The base of the tower is nothing short of titanic, its halls built as if for the giants of Xen'drik instead of the puny mortals of Khorvaire. After the renovations, the tower is really more of a fortress, built to inspire a kind of terrible respect for the ingenuity of its artifice.
For the most part, you can't help but feel as though it succeeds.
The platform juts out of the side of the tower, nearly thirty stories above the street. Thankfully, a series of sturdy railings and everbright lanterns surround the edges, so as to easier land aircraft. Although the platform is much too small for a proper Lyrandar airship, it is more than capable of supporting the weight of a small squadron of skycoaches. The doors into Cannith Tower itself begin to open as you step out of whatever craft brought you here, revealing a trio of figures as they step out into the rain. As they come closer, you can make out the sigil of House Cannith, marking all three of them as magewrights. And yet, while the first two figures wear the mask an goggles that are often associated with the forges of Sharn, the third wears no headgear. Her light brown hair is tied back into a ponytail, and her pale eyes scan each one of you with a scrutiny usually reserved for faulty tools. Her face is lined with years of experience, and yet there is an energy to her demeanor that belies her apparent age. Everything about her body language - straight back, level shoulders, and unflinching gaze - suggests that she is in a position of profound authority. Closing the gap, she moves to offer a handshake to each of you in turn. Her grip is gentle, but firm.
"Good afternoon! I imagine some proper introductions are in order. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Jenasa d'Cannith. My uncle is indisposed, so I will be speaking for House Cannith today. I apologize for the mystery around your summons, but all will be explained in due course. Normally, I would suggest that we all get better acquainted, but we really should continue this conversation inside. If you would follow me?" Despite the inflection, Jenasa's tone makes it quite clear that this is not a request.Last edited by 3SecondCultist; 2014-04-30 at 12:47 PM.
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"Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat."
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2014-04-30, 12:53 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: After Mourning IC
The lean, tall female shifter, who's obviously a Druid, steps forward.
It's good to see you again Jenasa. Lead on to wherever we're going.Last edited by Dunkoro; 2014-05-01 at 02:37 PM.
"You mean, more than those who believe stories of demons
being summoned, and the ultimate war of good and evil,
and barons who bathe in blood of virgins?"
"Well, yes. Didn't quite buy that?"
"I don't believe in virgins."
- Steven Brust, "Jheegala"
This sentence is false.
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2014-04-30, 01:58 PM (ISO 8601)
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As the doors open, Sol stows his Lyre, humming the tune he had been playing on it. The ever constant smile on his face doesn't falter, he only changes it so that it is directed at Jenasa. He takes a second to nod to her companions, not really caring if they return the gesture. After making it clear that he is willing to go with them, Sol continues to hum the song, a simple ballad he played for children. He considered it good for travel.
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2014-04-30, 03:13 PM (ISO 8601)
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Valgirn
With clanks and an unwholesome-sounding clatter of bone against bone and metal, a dwarf steps from one of the skycoaches. A deep red beard banded in pieces of iron and bone is the only bright splash of color against the white bone and gray steel of his armor, the massive head of a hammer peeking over one shoulder. The dwarf makes a show of brushing himself off as he stands on the platform, stray beard-hairs drifting in the wind.
"Never been this high up 'cept for when I was surrounded by rock," Valgirn mutters. "Nothin' natural about open air at this height, give be a good elevated cavern any day..." He takes a glance around, mostly looking indifferent to his fellows, but offers a wide smile to Jenasa. "Ah, there's our lovely hostess," he says, bowing slightly as much as he can muster in the armor without taking a knee, and begins to loudly clomp over towards her.
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2014-04-30, 03:49 PM (ISO 8601)
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Yet another skycoach pulls up to the tower, this one emblazoned with the crest of House Sivis. A gnomish woman in dark red knee-length robes and golden brown trousers steps out, followed by a weasel wearing a delicate gold collar. Her light brown hair is cropped short, and her eyes are the dark brown of Aerenal coffee. Cassia looks more like a clerk than a respected scion of a dragonmarked house. Only the well-crafted crossbow on her back and the decorative dagger on her belt hint at something more. Well, here we are. Exactly what does Merrix d'Cannith want with House Sivis? It's a bit odd that he asked for her, specifically, since Cassia has never met him save in passing at a few large parties.
The wizard reaches up to shake Jenasa's hand, her handshake firm despite its comparatively tiny size. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss d'Cannith. I am Cassia Torralyn d'Sivis and this is my familiar, Rikki." The weasel bobs his head at the sound of his name. "He is quite intelligent; you need not fear that he will make a mess on the floor." She could have left him behind or used a familiar pocket spell, but Cassia doesn't quite trust this branch of House Cannith. Rikki's keen senses have saved her from sneak attacks and ambushes many times.
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2014-04-30, 04:42 PM (ISO 8601)
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Standing off to the side of the platform, as he had been for quite some time, Vraskis notes the newcomers' arrival. First the shifter and the foppish bard, now a gnome and a dwarf. We're a veritable menagerie.
It had been many years since Vraskis had stepped foot in a large city, much less returned to Sharn; he was not particularly happy to be back. The distaste had soured his normally carefully controlled expression. Behind cold and dead eyes, his mind whirrs, trying to put the pieces together. Why are we here? He saw no purpose in introducing himself until he found out.Last edited by Let'sGetKraken; 2014-05-04 at 09:10 PM.
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2014-04-30, 05:22 PM (ISO 8601)
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A Wood Elf steps forward lithely from his transport, striding towards the group gathering around Jenasa and after shaking her hand gives her, her compatriots, and the rest of the group all polite reserved nods while saying “Its nice to meet you all, I am Mah’reth Aralus and I look forward to making your acquaintance”. After that he steps back to take in the rest of the group just to see what his possible companions seem like, all the while fidgeting with the powerful looking Composite longbow strapped to his shoulders while his eyes constantly drift from observing his new interesting companions to the House Cannith members.
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2014-04-30, 07:43 PM (ISO 8601)
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"The pleasure is all mine!" Sol breaks himself from his turn to approach the Wood Elf, "Now I don't want to be too nosy, but you're a woodelf." He gestures to the entirety of Mah'reth"I have never spoken to one of you face to face before. Valenar or Aerenal? Wait, don't answer. We should get to know everyone." Sol turns to the crowd, smiling until he finds himself facing Jenasa, "but business, business first."
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2014-05-02, 11:24 AM (ISO 8601)
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The massive double doors open into a spacious hallway, sparse and well lit by the ghostly flames of everbright lanterns.The metal archways that mark the edges of the corridor form a protective ring around the walls, like the ribcage of a massive beast. And yet everything here is clean and sterile, polished to the point of lifelessness. The hallway itself seems to run all the way around the circumference of Cannith Tower, and seems to look in on a number of adjoining rooms that move towards the center of the floor. Glass observation panels give you a look at a number of ongoing experiments, most of which involve some kind if tinkering. There look to be numerous chambers for binding elementals, as well as in-house forges and halls built purely for testing out new products. However, Jenasa is not interested in any of that. She leads your group towards a small corridor that heads directly to the center of the floor, at the end of which stands another door. Ushering you through, you find yourselves in a closed off compartment. A number of dials have been built into the wall. Jenasa nods at the pair of magewrights, who move to wait outside. She taps a button, and the doors slide closed. After making sure that you are all present, she throws a pair of levers, and suddenly the entire room begins to shudder and jolt.
"This lift will take us to Merrix's private chambers, at the top of the tower. Before we begin, he wishes to speak with you. Now, my uncle has been the victim of a number of disorders associated with his advanced age. Normally I wouldn't even broach this, but he hasn't had any outside visitors in some time, and I don't want any of you flustering him. Do you understand?"Spoiler: Stuff I'm Working OnSmall Justice
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"Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat."
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2014-05-02, 11:52 AM (ISO 8601)
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Don't worry, we won't.
"You mean, more than those who believe stories of demons
being summoned, and the ultimate war of good and evil,
and barons who bathe in blood of virgins?"
"Well, yes. Didn't quite buy that?"
"I don't believe in virgins."
- Steven Brust, "Jheegala"
This sentence is false.
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2014-05-02, 11:55 AM (ISO 8601)
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Mah'reth being somewhat distracted from all the impressive inner workings of the tower, takes a second before responding "Of course" to Jenasa.
However the observant would notice that along with his stance and the way he responded that the Wood Elf was slightly anxious and had been since he had entered the tower and got in the lift.
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2014-05-02, 12:25 PM (ISO 8601)
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The dwarf takes a moment to tap his armored knuckles against one of the big metal ribs, grumbling appreciably. "Nice, nice, not that I expected less. Cannith forgework 'n all, heh," he chuckles, tearing his gaze from the artifice to step onto the lift and gives it a solid thump with one foot once it starts to ascend.
"Fluster? Pah," the dwarf gives a snort. "Wouldn't think of disturbin' him, on purpose 'fcourse. Can't say I don't have questions about the, erm, invitation, sure the others do as well, huh? An' if he's in such a bad state, explainin' why he thought to invite such a colorful group here might just be flusterin' by itself, right?" He shrugs, the armor creaking softly.
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2014-05-02, 02:11 PM (ISO 8601)
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In a dispassionate voice that the others have to strain to hear, Vraskis speaks for the first time.
"The dwarf is right. We will not unnecessarily agitate your uncle, but we will be getting answers."
He traces his hands along the walls of the lift as the others speak, feeling the incredible metalwork that had created such an imposing structure. Could Merrix d'Cannith have really been reduced to a feeble old man, fighting off dementia and increasing frailty? No. From what he had heard, the Baron was certainly not weak. Not even age could completely rob such a formidable man of his intelligence or his willpower. There was a reason for their being here beyond the ravings of an ancient artificer.Last edited by Let'sGetKraken; 2014-05-02 at 02:13 PM.
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2014-05-03, 02:41 PM (ISO 8601)
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Cassia frowns slightly, but nods. "I will not deliberately provoke him, Miss d'Cannith. Are there any topics in particular that we should avoid?" She feels a pang of sympathy for the artificer. Humans live for so short a time before falling prey to the ravages of age. To her, it seems as if Merrix was just coming into his own... how sad, for such a brilliant mind to fail so quickly. And how disturbing; who will maintain the Aeon Wall once its creator is no longer able to do so?
Let's hope that he has one last trick up his sleeve, or I fear I shall have to move to Stormreach after all.
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2014-05-04, 12:26 PM (ISO 8601)
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The lift ascends quickly, and through the frosted glass you can see floor after floor pass faster than an arrow loosed from a bow. With every moment, you can see more and more of Sharn beyond. It is a view prized by many, but only a select few ever see. Those of you with weak stomachs might have thrown up at the quick journey, but the lift stops after a few minutes. Any other proud Cannith engineer might have sneered at your inexperience, but Jenasa remains stoic. She does not even reply to your own comments regarding Merrix, choosing instead to take a few moments while the lift is still moving to look at each of you covertly. What she is looking for, and what she sees is still a mystery. She is silent for the whole ride, and once you reach the top of Cannith Tower she does little more than open the doors for the seven of you.
The hall beyond is at once simpler and more grand that any of you might have come to expect of a man like Merrix d'Cannith. Most of you, at least, are aware of the fact that this man is the de facto ruler of the Wynarn Protectorate: the municipal councils do nothing to check House Cannith's power in and around Sharn these days, and the meteoric rise of Merrix himself over the other Cannith factions proved his innovative dominance in the fields of both artifice and statecraft. Looking out at the furnishings, you can see both of those aptitudes in full display. The lift opens into a parlor that both elegant and utilitarian. Several fine chairs and a glass bar run across one wall, stocked with all kinds of liquors. An adjoining door leads to a luxurious lavatory, and you can see the signs of a dumbwaiter system built into the opposite wall. An open archway not unlike those that bind the hallways around the rest of the tower leads into a huge circular chamber. Looking up, you can see that the main room is built to house a kind of concave glass dome. The everbright lanterns of the lower floors have been replaced with bands of pure light, overlaid on wires that crisscross the glass seemingly at random. It takes you a few moments before you realize that the entire ceiling is a model of Eberron's night sky. The Ring of Siberys is there, as are the twelve moons, and the great constellations that the dragons of Argonnessen even now worship as gods. There is Chronepsis, and Falazure, and the great dueling wheels of Bahamut and Tiamat. As you watch, a ticking sound begins to emanate from one of the pillars at the dome's base, and one of the moons begins to move along its metal track. Everything here is in perfect harmony, a symbol of structure organized and calculated to the inch, the complex movement by the will of rational man.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
The voice is so soft, you could be forgiven for thinking it your own imagination. It is a man's voice, wracked with pain and yet oddly contemplative. At the other end of the chamber, the floor ascends yet again to a kind of dais. A huge four-poster bed dominates this space, and through the window slits you can barely see the evening lights of Sharn far below. You must be near the very top of Cannith Tower, right beneath the great bull's head that can be seen from anywhere in the City of Towers. The man himself lies prone beneath the great crimson sheets, but his eyes are clear and fixed on you. His jowl bears the marks of a recent shave, and a strong perfume barely covers up the scent of death. When he speaks, he is careful not to engage the muscles of his body.
"I apologize for calling you here on such short notice, but I'm afraid we are running out of time... I am running out of time." As if on cue, Merrix is overcome by a coughing fit. He recovers quickly, however. The way he looks at you is not dissimilar to the way Jenasa did only minutes ago, as if he is staring through you. His eyes are ablaze with intellect. "I have selected the seven of you for various reasons. Some of you have worked for my interests in the past. Some of you hold the good of Khorvaire in your hearts. And some of you are here on the whims of curiosity. Loyalty, valor, and ambition are all things I place great value on. I am asking for your help today, in potentially saving the last remnants of Khorvaire from the Mourning, and even driving the mists back to recover what we have lost. This task will require your courage, your strength, and above all your will to succeed. But before I tell you what it is I need you to do, I need to know if you possess all of these things. Can I count on you?"Last edited by 3SecondCultist; 2014-05-05 at 01:12 AM.
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"Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat."
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2014-05-04, 12:41 PM (ISO 8601)
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It doesn't really matter how many times have I ridden this elevator, it will always amaze me in the end...
And to think that this is merely a byresult of Merrix's ingenuity; it was simply designed to more effectively progress the one goal he has always pursued; to fight the Mournland...
If only I had been as resourceful... But the most I can ever dream of is to do whatever there is in my power to support this man, as he's Khorvaire's or maybe even the whole of Eberron's last hope...
She walks into the chamber confidently, as if she's been here before.
Ah, yes, the sky. Even though it's impossible to match its beauty with artifice, this masterpiece comes the closest of any I've ever seen...
She seems quite surprised seeing how weak and frail the old man has become in the time she's not seen him.
For all his genius, he's still mortal, like all the rest of us... It's such a shame the world will one day have to go on without him. Let's just hope that when he's no more it doesn't also mean the end of the world as we know it...
She quietly and intently listens until the man finishes speaking.
Whatever task you have in mind, I'm sure you can count on my participation.Last edited by Dunkoro; 2014-05-04 at 12:42 PM.
"You mean, more than those who believe stories of demons
being summoned, and the ultimate war of good and evil,
and barons who bathe in blood of virgins?"
"Well, yes. Didn't quite buy that?"
"I don't believe in virgins."
- Steven Brust, "Jheegala"
This sentence is false.
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2014-05-04, 01:46 PM (ISO 8601)
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Vraskis smiles slightly at the man's words, knowing that his return to Sharn had not been for nothing. He clears his throat, wiping any trace of emotion from his face, and speaks in a voice as cold as ice.
"Loyalty, valor, and ambition aren't going to save this continent. Resourcefulness will. Even so, if you'd wanted us dead, there are easier ways to kill us than by drawing us into your own bedchamber. We trusted you enough to come here... and I suppose we'll have to trust you now."
Stepping forward, he continues, "You're a smart man, d'Cannith. Brilliant, if the rumours are true. Brilliant men don't send valuable assets off into the mists to die. I cannot speak for the others, but I would like to hear just how you intend to save Khorvaire. And if it is reasonable, well, you're going to need resourceful pawns."Last edited by Let'sGetKraken; 2014-05-04 at 01:47 PM.
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2014-05-04, 04:23 PM (ISO 8601)
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Ahrendssensz
The seventh guest had been silent most of the way. A small nod, a minimal greeting and a reserved smile was all the human, wrapped in monk's garbs, had given away so far. He emanates a certain degree of...serenity. A calm, yet poised posture. Physical strength. Balance. Composure. A light tread, and eyes that betray deep wisdom. The young, bald man is obviously a monk. At first glance, his most peculiar physical feature is his dragonmark, however. The prominence and size of the Mark of Passage betrays his strong tie to the house of Orien. Apparently unfazed by the marvels of house d'Cannith's creations he had followed the group, responding to the remarks of his fellow guests with nothing more than a raised eyebrow or a small smirk.
Once faced with the house's patron, Merrix, his humility shows. Once others have spoken, he steps forward and proceeds by bowing respectfully. "Master d'Cannith. If I did not possess these qualities, I would not be here, I assume." Finishing his bow, he looks up again. "I am Ahrendssensz, grandson of Ahrend. Ahrend for friends. If you know how to save Khorvaire, I am willing listen, and to fight for that cause."Avatar by Recaiden
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2014-05-04, 07:42 PM (ISO 8601)
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"Oh yes, I am smart - always have been. But if I've learned anything over the past ninety years, it's that when it really counts, it takes much more than brains to solve a problem. You need the will, the drive to conquer life's greatest enemies when they move to block your path."
"My cause, as you put it, is saving Khorvaire. To that end, I have cast my nets far and wide for a solution. For the past three years, my artificers have been hard at work." Merrix chuckles, a rueful sound. "Our goal is to achieve a unique way to study the Mourning's origins in order to learn how to potentially counteract it. And that's where all of you come in. Jenasa and the other House Cannith leaders call it the Genesis Project, but I always found that a bit dramatic for my tastes. The plan is that we send each of your minds back to relive everything leading up to the Day of Mourning. You will have ample opportunity to move around the memory of Khorvaire just as it was, untouched by the narratives of history. And from there - " The baron of House Cannith begins to cough again, but this time a small stream of blood runs down his chin. His eyes roll back in his head, and he begins to spasm softly. As if from nowhere, a warforged attendant moves in with a leather grip for the old man to bite down on. Ushering you all away from the bed and back into the central chamber, the warforged administers a small electrical shock to Merrix in order to regulate his systems.
Jenasa watches the proceedings with a kind of resigned sorrow. By the look on her face, she has seen this kind of episode before. But she holds her chin up, eyes unyielding, and begins to head back towards the lift.
"There isn't anything you can do for him in this state. But if you meant it when said you were willing to fight, then you're going to have to follow me. We have a lot of work to do."Spoiler: Stuff I'm Working OnSmall Justice
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"Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat."
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2014-05-04, 08:15 PM (ISO 8601)
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For a long, long moment, all Cassia can do is stand there, stunned. Finally. After so many years of watching the mist devour miles upon miles of land while the Five Nations and the dragonmarked houses devoted their time and resources to destroying what the mists did not take... finally, someone is willing to do something! The relief, the knowledge that she hasn't been screaming into a vacuum, that somebody in power has a plan beyond staving off the inevitable for a few years- it's overwhelming. The gnome surreptitiously wipes her stinging eyes with her sleeve as Merrix coughs and spasms in his bed. Rikki sits up on his haunches, chittering an inquiry.
"I'm all right, love, don't worry." Cassia takes a deep breath and looks up at Jenasa. "You have absolutely no idea how much I have longed to hear someone say that they have a plan to stop the Mourning. I don't care how crazy it is, how risky it is, or anything else. If there is even a slight chance of success, I will do it."
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2014-05-04, 09:51 PM (ISO 8601)
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Spoiler: What I typed before the new NPC post :D"Merrix' " Sol beings, perhaps too informal for the situation, "there are some parts of Khorvaire that I didn't think I would see past the first days of mourning."
Sol spun on his heels, pacing back and fourth, moving ever closer to the bed. "And some I didn't want to"
Sol's hand falls to his sword, drawing it forwards as a crystalline screech erupts through the air. He stops himself halfway through the motion, unable to keep a straight face.
"By the Silver Flame, did any of you really think I was going to do that?" Sol wipes a tear from his eye, too caught up in his humor to notice the guards with their hands on the hilts of their swords, "You need to lighten up guys." He chuckles again, before casting an eye to the guards, "and like seriously, confiscate stuff like this." He points to his sword whilst unbuckling it from his side, "Mourning brings mourning."
Finally, Sol turns to the man in the bed, "The church sends it's regards sir. I'm sure you will find that I am more than a trustworthy soldier. I also do entertainment."
Sol turned away from the man, the artificers of Cannith were more than he could ever hope to be in the way of medical practice. He had spent his time in the field, taking care of those who suffered by the mourning, but this was something different. A ballad, no matter how much magic he poured into it, wasn't going to change the tides of this man's battle.
"You know, he was right about genesis, it is a little dramatic." He says, trying to lighten the mood as Jenasa leads them away, "Like, the mourning deserves it's name. It turns rivers into glass. It's fog that kills people." He turns his walk into a skip, "But I feel like Genesis is going to be a little undeserving of it's name. No offense, but what are we really creating?
In the back of Sol's mind the usual doubt flickered. It hadn't been long since he took over his parent's position in the silver flame. Some of the higher ups doubted his constantly chipper demeanor would be able to handle the image that people have come to expect. He doubted it as well. He knew he was terrible at lightening moods, he never needed to cheer himself up.Last edited by Writtensanity; 2014-05-04 at 10:39 PM.
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2014-05-04, 11:16 PM (ISO 8601)
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The words he had been about to say die on Mah’reths lips as the group is ushered out of the room of the brilliant House Cannith patron, leaving the elf filled with both awe and respect for the extraordinary man and his plan and chills at what they would be attempting to do.
Mah’reth turns to Jenasa and says “I wish we could have had more time to speak to your esteemed uncle but since misfortune dictates otherwise, I would like to tell you to please tell him that I am honored he would place such trust and confidence in me and that I will fight for his cause and relish being in his employ, even if it is only for the time being.” After taking a brief glance back at the chamber he turns back to Jenasa eyes full of passion “I will give this mission my all, how can I do anything less when he has given everything for us. Please lead on.”
Turning back to gaze around the room one more time to take in the wondrous ceiling before the group gets to the lift he also observes the group with him. He thinks It seems like their respect and commitment are true, if so then these fellows should be a fine group of people to adventure with! Even if some seem slightly... out there.Last edited by GameOfChampions; 2014-05-04 at 11:18 PM.
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2014-05-05, 01:05 AM (ISO 8601)
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Vraskis listens to the footfalls of the others as they begin to follow Jenasa out of the room behind him. Standing as still as stone, he faces the broken and brittle human before him. What a sad, pointless affair. Even if his plan is successful, he will not live to see it fulfilled.
"You are misguided, Merrix d'Cannith," he whispers, too quietly for any to hear. The light from the luminous strips above casts twisted shadows across his face, a face that isn't his, as the old man writhes in his bed, attended by one of his creations that will no doubt outlive him.
"The world is harsh and cruel. It always has been harsh and cruel, and even with the removal of the mists, it will still be harsh and cruel. But perhaps... with a different world... perhaps it does not have to be."
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2014-05-05, 02:48 AM (ISO 8601)
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Young Ahrend has a sad look on his face as he sees Merrix suffer. He had witnessed the struggle of an old man against a failing body before, and this scene brings back memories. It is also an extra motivation to keep on training and never stray from the path. Legends say that those who reach full enlightenment will enter a state in which the mind is so much stronger than the body that one can prevent aging through meditation.
He also seems a bit troubled by the old man's message. A traveling mind. His mind is his most treasured possession, even though many people think doing what he does is all about athleticism and physical prowess. Would they hook him up to some machine and fool around with his mind? Young Ahrend had committed, though, so he has to deliver. He follows Jenasa out of the room after another swift respectful bow to the old man and mumbling a prayer.
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2014-05-05, 04:53 AM (ISO 8601)
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This could... not could; has to be the breakthrough we've all been waiting for. And I'm going to be a part of it! I hope everything goes well...
That's quite an ambitious plan Merrix has invented this time. How would that work though? Will we be actually going back in time? Then what about continuity? Will we be ourselves or simply witnessing lives of others? Will we merely be observers or we'll be actually able to influence the events? And if so, could we prevent the mourning? What effects would that have?
Sorry for the avalanche of questions, it's my usual reaction to something I don't understand at all..."You mean, more than those who believe stories of demons
being summoned, and the ultimate war of good and evil,
and barons who bathe in blood of virgins?"
"Well, yes. Didn't quite buy that?"
"I don't believe in virgins."
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2014-05-05, 08:56 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Observe the living history? 'Genesis?' This what you fancy humans count as an explanation, even more riddles?" the dwarf chuckles, an edge of irritation in his voice. "Now what exactly do---" Valgirn breaks off as Merrix's fit begins, and the dwarf sighs. "Seen plenty o'that on my way here. Mists don't just kill people, no, that'd be too kind." He turns away from Baron Cannith before he's bidden, trying to give the stricken man the slightest amount of privacy. In that state, it's just a matter of days, ain't it? Nerves can't bear the weight of motion, then the mind can nearly hold onto thinkin' without triggering some attack. 'Course, every time I saw it, it was from wounds, or the Mourning, not old age. Some might call that a luxury. He shudders.
"Right. So." The dwarf's words are somber, monotonous, though the corners of his eyes are wet. My people, did they come here hopin' for a fix, an' now we just have fever dreams as our plan? Aureon give us some strength here...
"So what's your plan, Lady Jenasa?" He manages a rough smile. "This son of Mroranon didn't walk across a continent just to say 'boo' when the plan-maker's in a bad spot. Tell me how to burn those blighty mists outta my mines and tunnels an' Valgirn'll be right there on the front line for it!"Last edited by Whiskeyjack; 2014-05-05 at 09:48 AM.
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2014-05-05, 09:42 AM (ISO 8601)
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As the lift doors close behind you once more, you get one last glimpse of Merrix lying beyond the starry chamber. And then the platform descends, and all around you is sound and fury.
Jenasa, for her part, stands and listens to all of your questions impassively. Her eyes betray nothing, having absorbed whatever memories she once wore about her. When she speaks, it is in a cold and brittle voice.
"For the past two years, my uncle has been at death's door. The Genesis Project is his, as the Aeon Wall is his. You can blame the marketing heads for the names if you like - I certainly do. But grandiose or no, when all is said and done, Merrix will be the mind that saves Khorvaire." She says it defensively, and with just a touch of bitterness. Perhaps it is true what they say about Cannith artificers. "As to your questions: the Genesis Engine is designed to allow individuals to look back through the memories of others. More specifically, we have taken memory samples from countless volunteers who lived in the final years of the Last War. From there, we were able to build a Khorvaire from which to study the origins of the Mourning. You will be observing the past, not altering it. No matter what happens in the Genesis Engine itself, history will not be changed." Jenasa finishes her explanation with a note of finality, as you feel the lift descend far beneath the height of Cannith Tower. Whatever the minds of House Cannith want to show you, it is apparently housed beneath the tower itself.Last edited by 3SecondCultist; 2014-05-05 at 10:21 AM.
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2014-05-05, 09:48 AM (ISO 8601)
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But by only observing, without any actual way to influence the ones with whose eyes we'll be looking through we may not learn of anything of importance.
Also, what may we learn of that the volunteers could not have conveyed themselves?
She raised an eybrow.Last edited by Dunkoro; 2014-05-05 at 09:48 AM.
"You mean, more than those who believe stories of demons
being summoned, and the ultimate war of good and evil,
and barons who bathe in blood of virgins?"
"Well, yes. Didn't quite buy that?"
"I don't believe in virgins."
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2014-05-05, 09:57 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Maybe...clarity? Always different t'hear a story than t'see events happen firsthand," Valgirn muses. "So it sounds like...almost like you made a whole world of memories that we can just look into. Did I get that right? In any case, what makes us so suitable for this, instead'f a big team of your Cannith magewrights who might have a better idea of what to be lookin' for?" The dwarf's tenser features seem to relax as the elevator dips below surface level. Somehow the plan seems so much more legitimate being conducted in the depths of the earth...
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2014-05-05, 10:17 AM (ISO 8601)
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Young Ahrend nods. "It can't be that simple, I'd wager." He smiles at Jenasa. "Your uncle would not have addressed us the way he did, nor would you have gathered men and women like us to do this."Avatar by Recaiden