Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2017 18:41:01 GMT -4
(The original thread, for those interested.)
"Ho traveler! Not many come down this path." Says a man who appears to be their leader. "It's a dangerous one at that, so I can only assume you're mighty brave. Could I ask for your name?"
"AVANERO? WHERE HAVE YOUG ONE? I'VE BEEN SPEAKING TO YOU FOR SO LONG, NOW YOU ARE GONE." A deep inhalation. A sharp exhalation. "My name is Vultus Cygnus-Nepsis. BUT THAT IS NOT OF YOUR INFORMATION. YOU MAY CALL ME VOID."
"Interesting!" Exclaims the man. A variety of faces and murmurs between friends erupt from others within earshot, but that's to be expected from a band like this. "Only so many places this road travels, friend. Could I ask where it is you're off too?"
"MACHAKA. I WISH TO LEARN THEIR WAYS. I WILL SOON LEAVE THIS PLACE, I FEAR WHAT I DO NOT KNOW." Interrogations bothering, scratching away at privacy.
"A fine coincidence that is! We're heading that way as well. Join us for a spell, and we'll help you there safely."
"AAAAAAAAAA"
Hesitantly, or perhaps not hesitantly enough, you agree to join the mercenaries on their journey. It isn't far into the walk when some of the other mercs introduce themselves to you, and start asking question. A kindly old mage begins to ask you about your magic abilities.
"AWAKENED. I HAVE TRAINED IN CONJURATION, I MAY SUMMON THE EVIL SPIRITS."
while the two heavily armored Halberdiers ask you about what you have on you.
"I CARRY MONEY, A LENGTH OF LEAD PIPE, AND A POUCH OF SAND, GROUND SPICE, AND CRUSHED GLASS, DO YOU WISH FOR AN EYEFUL?"
Finally, a young squire asks you what you look like. You’re confused at first, but the other mercs explain that the boys been blind since he was born, and that they keep him on as a scout and a figurative “look-out” thanks to his keen sense of hearing. They tell you to humor the boy, and you agree, perhaps begrudgingly, to describe yourself to the boy. [APPEARANCE]
"YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE MY MANGLED FORM. I HAVE HEALED FROM MY EARLY FORM BUT THERE IS STILL THE VEINS, DEAR GODS THE VEINS. MY ARMS BEND AT IMPOSSIBLE ANGLES AS MY LEGS STRETCH HIGH."
Finally, the leader of the band himself asks you a simple question; why are you out and about like this? [GOAL]
"I WISH TO RETURN TO MY SEAT AS GOD OF THE FUTURE."
With their questions asked and answered, the mercenaries return to their normal conversations as they continue down the road. The subject of many of these conversations seems to be you, whether be a remark about your appearance, your manor of, uh, shouting, or some of nonsensical things you said in reply to their questions. You aren't without conversation yourself, of course, as a number of the mercenaries make the best attempt they can to talk to you this and that. The old mage in particular seems quite fascinated by you, and how you came to exist.
"You see," explains the mage "I've always been quite fascinated by the occult, and I'd certainly love to know what sort of occult practices brought you into this realm, if you even remember them, that is.
"Ho traveler! Not many come down this path." Says a man who appears to be their leader. "It's a dangerous one at that, so I can only assume you're mighty brave. Could I ask for your name?"
"AVANERO? WHERE HAVE YOUG ONE? I'VE BEEN SPEAKING TO YOU FOR SO LONG, NOW YOU ARE GONE." A deep inhalation. A sharp exhalation. "My name is Vultus Cygnus-Nepsis. BUT THAT IS NOT OF YOUR INFORMATION. YOU MAY CALL ME VOID."
"Interesting!" Exclaims the man. A variety of faces and murmurs between friends erupt from others within earshot, but that's to be expected from a band like this. "Only so many places this road travels, friend. Could I ask where it is you're off too?"
"MACHAKA. I WISH TO LEARN THEIR WAYS. I WILL SOON LEAVE THIS PLACE, I FEAR WHAT I DO NOT KNOW." Interrogations bothering, scratching away at privacy.
"A fine coincidence that is! We're heading that way as well. Join us for a spell, and we'll help you there safely."
"AAAAAAAAAA"
Hesitantly, or perhaps not hesitantly enough, you agree to join the mercenaries on their journey. It isn't far into the walk when some of the other mercs introduce themselves to you, and start asking question. A kindly old mage begins to ask you about your magic abilities.
"AWAKENED. I HAVE TRAINED IN CONJURATION, I MAY SUMMON THE EVIL SPIRITS."
while the two heavily armored Halberdiers ask you about what you have on you.
"I CARRY MONEY, A LENGTH OF LEAD PIPE, AND A POUCH OF SAND, GROUND SPICE, AND CRUSHED GLASS, DO YOU WISH FOR AN EYEFUL?"
Finally, a young squire asks you what you look like. You’re confused at first, but the other mercs explain that the boys been blind since he was born, and that they keep him on as a scout and a figurative “look-out” thanks to his keen sense of hearing. They tell you to humor the boy, and you agree, perhaps begrudgingly, to describe yourself to the boy. [APPEARANCE]
"YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE MY MANGLED FORM. I HAVE HEALED FROM MY EARLY FORM BUT THERE IS STILL THE VEINS, DEAR GODS THE VEINS. MY ARMS BEND AT IMPOSSIBLE ANGLES AS MY LEGS STRETCH HIGH."
Finally, the leader of the band himself asks you a simple question; why are you out and about like this? [GOAL]
"I WISH TO RETURN TO MY SEAT AS GOD OF THE FUTURE."
With their questions asked and answered, the mercenaries return to their normal conversations as they continue down the road. The subject of many of these conversations seems to be you, whether be a remark about your appearance, your manor of, uh, shouting, or some of nonsensical things you said in reply to their questions. You aren't without conversation yourself, of course, as a number of the mercenaries make the best attempt they can to talk to you this and that. The old mage in particular seems quite fascinated by you, and how you came to exist.
"You see," explains the mage "I've always been quite fascinated by the occult, and I'd certainly love to know what sort of occult practices brought you into this realm, if you even remember them, that is.
