12/12/2019 - The Guardians Awake
Dec 15, 2019 23:27:22 GMT
Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar, BB, and 1 more like this
Post by Markas Virnala on Dec 15, 2019 23:27:22 GMT
Markas sits in his room and finishes up his latest sketch: An Arcanaloth.The second he has seen in as many weeks. First his new friends were going on trips to the hells, then all the mess in K'ul Goran, now he was running into them this close to home. Well, his current home at any rate.
But then Sunday's note did say something was down in that Temple so he doesn't know why he was surprised. What was more surprising was that Gegrun had been living there. And then there was Keith. He'd seen Camels in his travels, but nothing he had ever seen had sounded like Keith. If there was any truth to it, he had a feeling he might be heading out to curb that menace to the world soon enough... but whatever Keith was, it could wait. He still needed to talk to Sunday about everything that day, and before he could do that, he still needed to find out what had happened down in the lower levels. Plus Baine had said something about heading out, so he should be getting ready.
Packing his gear up again, he stops to admire the newest addition to his arsenal, the dark and curved longsword he found in the temple. Different to his other weapons, much longer than he's used to, yet he feels attached to it already. Sli'm was right, this is something special, but he was going to need to spend some serious time practicing to get used to it. Swinging it over his back, he decides to go see if he can find the Drow now. It's been a few days since they went into the temple and if he made it out alive, he should be back by now. If not, hopefully he could find Sunday at least.
Wrapping himself against the cold weather, throwing a cloak over his normal robes, he heads out the Hook and starts weaving through the streets of Port ffirst, the sea air creating a salty sting to the wind now. That at least made weaing the hood up a little less conspicuous as he wanders back into the fighting pits. Not that he is worried about running into anyone, just conscious of things generally being easier when people arent shouting at you.
He spends some time wandering the crowds but once again, it is Sli'm who finds him.
"You made it back to town then"
Markas turns and the towering figure of Slim is in front of him. A profund scar, magically healed, runs from his right brow, though his face, down to his right shoulder. His right eye is covered by a patch. His right arm folded in a strap.
"What do you want?"
"We did... Well, first I wanted to check if you was ok? I'm aware your capable of looking after yourself of course but it sounded, and looks like it was one hell of a fight you were heading into...
What happened down there?"
"We fought Te'zeer, Second LT of Glasya. He escaped, but I broke the portal. All of my Brothers are dead. The tunnel to the surface is now sealed and the temple guarded"
"I see. I'm sorry your brothers didnt make it but breaking the portal at least means it wasnt for nothing. I'm glad you made it out Slim.... so, what happens now? I will tell the person who hired what happened so it should stop others coming down there. Are you still claiming the temple?"
"My name is Sli'm Shad’t’laz’tzan. Not Slim"
"Ah. I must have misheard before."
"These peasants are hopeless, they came up with that ridiculous nickname.
Coming to your question, the Matres ot the Houses have claimed the temple. Clearly something has happened on the surface that has let the Devils establish a stable portal there. It must have been there for months before the Devils dug their way into the Underdark. The way they see it, they are dealing with a mess the Sunbathers have created.
Always clever, the Matres. If i deal with Glasya's minions, they solve their problem. If i die, they got rid of me.
They always win."
"I see... There is something going on, something we are working towards stopping, but we were unaware of this portal in the temple. I assume it makes little difference to the Matres of the houses, but this is a problem for us all. I dont believe we created it, but we are also fighting it."
(Markas Frowns at what Sli'm mentions about the Matres.)
"I dont claim to know much of their motives or ways, and I'm sure your right, they would've benefitted either way there... But I think you are worth more credit than that Sli'm Shad't'laz'tzan."
"Do you know much about the Drow, Markas Virnala?"
"Unfortunately no. I had the opportunity to spar with some a few months ago when we were looking for a Black Dragon, but otherwise, I have only gleaned small things from books and the few Half Drow I have encountered. Maybe that is something you could educate me on? As well as some fighting pointers I'm sure."
"Many pointers, yes.
But in short, I am a male and a Renegade, I am worth to the Matres the gold I procure to pay for my safe passage and the problems I can solve for them with my scimitars.
No tears will be shed for me when I die. You say you are dealing with the Devils. Very well, what do you seek - other than likely damnation? Audience? The Houses might be interested in hearing about these Devils if the information you have is relevant. Careful though, dealing with them is risky, and waisting their time deadly"
"Well.... I was hoping to check you were ok and what had happened down below the temple. If the portal is shut, then at least that is one fragment of the problem resolved, even if only for now. While I think working with the Drow might be more beneficial to stopping the Devils than working separately, I do know any cooperation between the Drow and the surface will be strained. And in truth, I dont think I, personally, have enough information to warrant arranging a meeting with the houses right now...
Maybe when we understand more, we will be in a better position to do something with that. For now.... for now I would hope I could come to you again if we get to that stage. And maybe take some of those pointers"
Drogo approaches and whispers in Sli'm's ear.
"Maybe, Now it seems a young tiefling has gained the chance to fight me"
He stretches his wounded arm as he leaves for the Pits
"Thank you Sli'm Shad't'laz'tzan. For what it's worth, no tears might be shed, but weapon still has its value. I'm glad you got out anyway"
He watches the drow leave, not sure what to think. He was an asshole. That went without saying. But he could have easily killed them all down there if he wanted to. He even admitted at being told to do it. Yet he didnt, and the only connection he could see between them was his comments about fighting in the pits, as damning as they had been against him and Matthew.
At any rate. He had an answer now. He could see about finding Sunday to give her the update. Well, maybe he had time to watch Sli'm's fight first.
[Thanks to Guido for running this with me. And of course Jaz for creating Slim
)
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But then Sunday's note did say something was down in that Temple so he doesn't know why he was surprised. What was more surprising was that Gegrun had been living there. And then there was Keith. He'd seen Camels in his travels, but nothing he had ever seen had sounded like Keith. If there was any truth to it, he had a feeling he might be heading out to curb that menace to the world soon enough... but whatever Keith was, it could wait. He still needed to talk to Sunday about everything that day, and before he could do that, he still needed to find out what had happened down in the lower levels. Plus Baine had said something about heading out, so he should be getting ready.
Packing his gear up again, he stops to admire the newest addition to his arsenal, the dark and curved longsword he found in the temple. Different to his other weapons, much longer than he's used to, yet he feels attached to it already. Sli'm was right, this is something special, but he was going to need to spend some serious time practicing to get used to it. Swinging it over his back, he decides to go see if he can find the Drow now. It's been a few days since they went into the temple and if he made it out alive, he should be back by now. If not, hopefully he could find Sunday at least.
Wrapping himself against the cold weather, throwing a cloak over his normal robes, he heads out the Hook and starts weaving through the streets of Port ffirst, the sea air creating a salty sting to the wind now. That at least made weaing the hood up a little less conspicuous as he wanders back into the fighting pits. Not that he is worried about running into anyone, just conscious of things generally being easier when people arent shouting at you.
He spends some time wandering the crowds but once again, it is Sli'm who finds him.
"You made it back to town then"
Markas turns and the towering figure of Slim is in front of him. A profund scar, magically healed, runs from his right brow, though his face, down to his right shoulder. His right eye is covered by a patch. His right arm folded in a strap.
"What do you want?"
"We did... Well, first I wanted to check if you was ok? I'm aware your capable of looking after yourself of course but it sounded, and looks like it was one hell of a fight you were heading into...
What happened down there?"
"We fought Te'zeer, Second LT of Glasya. He escaped, but I broke the portal. All of my Brothers are dead. The tunnel to the surface is now sealed and the temple guarded"
"I see. I'm sorry your brothers didnt make it but breaking the portal at least means it wasnt for nothing. I'm glad you made it out Slim.... so, what happens now? I will tell the person who hired what happened so it should stop others coming down there. Are you still claiming the temple?"
"My name is Sli'm Shad’t’laz’tzan. Not Slim"
"Ah. I must have misheard before."
"These peasants are hopeless, they came up with that ridiculous nickname.
Coming to your question, the Matres ot the Houses have claimed the temple. Clearly something has happened on the surface that has let the Devils establish a stable portal there. It must have been there for months before the Devils dug their way into the Underdark. The way they see it, they are dealing with a mess the Sunbathers have created.
Always clever, the Matres. If i deal with Glasya's minions, they solve their problem. If i die, they got rid of me.
They always win."
"I see... There is something going on, something we are working towards stopping, but we were unaware of this portal in the temple. I assume it makes little difference to the Matres of the houses, but this is a problem for us all. I dont believe we created it, but we are also fighting it."
(Markas Frowns at what Sli'm mentions about the Matres.)
"I dont claim to know much of their motives or ways, and I'm sure your right, they would've benefitted either way there... But I think you are worth more credit than that Sli'm Shad't'laz'tzan."
"Do you know much about the Drow, Markas Virnala?"
"Unfortunately no. I had the opportunity to spar with some a few months ago when we were looking for a Black Dragon, but otherwise, I have only gleaned small things from books and the few Half Drow I have encountered. Maybe that is something you could educate me on? As well as some fighting pointers I'm sure."
"Many pointers, yes.
But in short, I am a male and a Renegade, I am worth to the Matres the gold I procure to pay for my safe passage and the problems I can solve for them with my scimitars.
No tears will be shed for me when I die. You say you are dealing with the Devils. Very well, what do you seek - other than likely damnation? Audience? The Houses might be interested in hearing about these Devils if the information you have is relevant. Careful though, dealing with them is risky, and waisting their time deadly"
"Well.... I was hoping to check you were ok and what had happened down below the temple. If the portal is shut, then at least that is one fragment of the problem resolved, even if only for now. While I think working with the Drow might be more beneficial to stopping the Devils than working separately, I do know any cooperation between the Drow and the surface will be strained. And in truth, I dont think I, personally, have enough information to warrant arranging a meeting with the houses right now...
Maybe when we understand more, we will be in a better position to do something with that. For now.... for now I would hope I could come to you again if we get to that stage. And maybe take some of those pointers"
Drogo approaches and whispers in Sli'm's ear.
"Maybe, Now it seems a young tiefling has gained the chance to fight me"
He stretches his wounded arm as he leaves for the Pits
"Thank you Sli'm Shad't'laz'tzan. For what it's worth, no tears might be shed, but weapon still has its value. I'm glad you got out anyway"
He watches the drow leave, not sure what to think. He was an asshole. That went without saying. But he could have easily killed them all down there if he wanted to. He even admitted at being told to do it. Yet he didnt, and the only connection he could see between them was his comments about fighting in the pits, as damning as they had been against him and Matthew.
At any rate. He had an answer now. He could see about finding Sunday to give her the update. Well, maybe he had time to watch Sli'm's fight first.
[Thanks to Guido for running this with me. And of course Jaz for creating Slim
)[more to follow]
