Game: Blades of Git'riban : Primal State

First, thank you for your hospitality...,

I am Ii'Jyka'Vaar gi Dhar'Gi'Ghaaz, i am here to seek recompense, for your ally ...Du'minh killed without informing me, my former master, ex-lover and long time friend, Dhar'Gi'Ghaaz. I know he was a thrall (she nearly spits, but reminding herself she is inside a house, she refrains from it), and as far as my logic goes, i have right of kill for that. For this i seek recompense.

There is the archaic way of doing this, namely a duel to death, which i dont recommend, and there is the way of allowing me to accompany you all on the next great hunt and allowing me first kill of any Calamari, and participation in at least 2 other kills of similarity.
She then accepts a towel, and dries her armor and weapon, and undoes her heavy weather cloak and silently awaits any reaction.

Ar'dru gives a stiff bow to Gy-Nath when he arrives though he barely barely glances at Jhank'kor.

Gy-Nath seems to know how to keep his mutt in line he muses watching the exchange between the two before turning his attention back to the newcomer.

As he listens Ar'dru dries off his equipment and ensures that the rain hasn't penetrated the protective coatings of oil at the joints of his armour.

Du’minh is visibly not pleased with the bargain, though he does not consciously seek to add more tension. With the situation at least partially defused he properly greets his better-known allies, and then responds to Ii’Jyka’Vaar.

“If Gy-Nath is approving of this arrangement I will not protest, but know that I am of a different mind. Dhar’Gi’Ghaaz may have served as a fine captain and a good friend, but it is a fact that he was enthralled. There is no such luxury as waiting for the right warrior to come along and make the kill, while the thrall goes about leaking information which ultimately is used to kill several other fine githyankis.”

“I was there, I did the only thing I could do. I feel no remorse for my actions, only pity that circumstances where as such.”

“However, I will not turn aside your offer of joining us in this hunt – I have also had my share of loss and do not seek to add more.”

Ya'shenn folds the towel and places it to one side. "I am vehemently opposed. Since approaching us, this newcomer has done nothing but offer me insult. While not oblivious to grief, I have no reason not to believe she will continue to do so. I will not be treated like a thrall or a graith captive."

Ya'shenn puts away her crossbow. She does fold her arms across her chest, though in most other regards, her body language appears to have relaxed to at least a small extent.

"Captain, I would like to know exactly how this newcomer was able to locate Du'minh here. First, she learned that Kith'rak Dhar’Gi’Ghaaz was enthralled -- a fact that, until very recently, was known to few indeed. Second, she came here, rather than to Du'minh's usual abode. While I am sure these things are possible, it gives me concern that she did these things within a relatively short timeframe. Our Enemy has had time in which to think and act, though it could not have been avoided. Hearing this woman's story more fully might help to ease my mind." She doesn't add that the dragon rider had been able to figure out that Du'minh was the one who had slain him, though that is part of her concern as well.

[Not sure if this is really convenient from a storyline perspective, but Ya'shenn would definitely be concerned about it.]

The psion watches Ii'Jyka'Vaar closely as she speaks.

[OOC: Sense Motive -- is Ii'Jyka'Vaar speaking truthfully?]

[Note for Burning Spear -- I believe the sharpener's mark was on his head, not his leg. Azure would know, tho'. Ya'shenn WOULD know the location of his mark, and I'm trying to make sure that your typing that wasn't a mistake.]

Ya'shenn's eyes narrow noticeably. "You are most gracious, sister, but I am unfortunately in a poor position to either make or accept such a challenge. My own training is in sounding and shaping minds, not breaking bodies, and it would be sin indeed to make a sister and a knight into a mind-slave."

She turns and bows to Gy-Nath, with an almost excessive formality. "Forgive me, kith'rak, but in the interest of preventing any further... discord, I must seek to remove myself from this company. I bless your efforts against our common Enemy, but my own patience is finite. I cannot and will not tolerate this, and I find it very difficult to believe that there would ever be an end to it."

[Sorry, Azure. Ya'shenn will not willingly associate with what is, in her opinion, an insufferably arrogant ass of a Githyanki knight who continually insults and belittles her, particularly not one who also outranks everyone in the room but Gy'Nath.]

ooc- Whow!, i meant it as Your companion, not ownership of, jees, are you all so lighttoe-ed? to think i am dissing all of you with only my entry into this story???? I WILL EDIT/ CORRECT, is that better worded? Just to make sure, i would like that remark ignored, it was not an attemt to fuel the hostilities in any way! so please restate the post as if i had not said that.

ooc- Yes, it might have been, but not in this situation, tempers already flaring apparently, i actually intended for a smooth entry into this story, not anything remotely like this.

"Ehm, if i may add, i never had the thought of assuming leadership of this group in any way, if that is what your thinking, Ya'shenn, neither was I in any way trying to take over your role...."

"My rank within the army of the queen has no sway in a group like this, and i would not want it to, this group I came to solely for getting honor back for Kith'rak Dhar'Gi'Ghaaz and myself, my attempt at diplomacy might have not been to your satisfaction or understanding, but my motive was and still is to kill any Ghaik we come across, not to sow discort between fellow Gith..."

"It may even be a boon, my rank that is, in getting information and perhaps supplies from the 'army', for Ghaik hunting.."

"What, so this one can needle me endlessly throughout the raid, in the very house of our Enemy, knowing herself safe from a duel challenge? I find it impossible to believe this one will not offer me insult at every possible chance, for such is her nature, and I find it difficult indeed to believe this one will change. How can I be of any use to my brothers, if my mind is filled with wrath?

"I would not desert my brothers inside the House, when most needed, and I am constrained also from making full use of my powers against her. My honor cannot tolerate such insults as this one has hurled at me! Better that we should part now, rather than risk worse discord in battle."

A few moments after Ya'shenn turns her back on the others, obviously preparing to leave, the woman's voice adopts a strange, reflective tone. "I wonder, whether Sight foresaw this particular future. I wonder, also, what lies at the end of this branch..."

[At this point, Ya'shenn is so enraged that I'm really having trouble seeing how the situation could be salvaged. Not only did Vaar manage to simultaneously push all of Ya'shenn's very wrong buttons, she persisted in continuously stomping on them. If Ya'shenn were a warrior, or really any build suited for dueling other Githyanki, she'd be demanding to take Vaar's head off. Additionally, I, Zim, find it hard to believe that Vaar would not continue being a [rude word] inside Illithid House -- especially knowing that Ya'shenn can't simply turn around and kill her -- and the extreme acrimony that would result would not exactly be good for morale.]

The psion stares at Gy-Nath for a long moment. It is clear that physically interposing himself has managed to get her to listen, at least. This one would actually strike a knight, for my sake? The man astounds me!

She hears the threat, too, of course.

Once she recovers herself from the initial shock, Ya'shenn bows deeply. "You... do me much honor, captain. More than I deserve, I think." For a moment, even, logic wars against wrath in her mind. Her rage against the newcomer is overwhelming. At the same time, she does not really want to weaken the strength of this band.

...But she is convinced that this will not end if she lets it go now, and she does not want to be constantly fighting this other woman inside the House.

"...Kith'rak, if you are truly willing to draw your blade for my sake, I accept your offer. Afterward, if this woman is able to keep a civil tongue in her head, I shall do the same, and I will forget that she and I ever exchanged such words."

[Definitely coming to watch!]

Ar'dru follows along, eager to assess the combat abilities of both of these fighters.

Noticing Du'minhs displeased expression Ar'dru moves closer to him and murmers "Tis no waste of our time if this duel leaves us with a better understanding of those we are to fight alongside."

defensive roll vs to hit 17, i am praying now

ooc- well, in the BoGr ooc thread i posted a link with pics of how my weapon looks, albeit a normal version of it.

Total description:
The hilt and blade of this weapon are seemingly made from one single piece of black undefinable material, it seems to suck the light away slowly, but only very close to itself.
The weapon is heavy, however, it looks very smooth to handle, the weapon is not much bigger then a normal version of its kind, but looks just that more dense.
The handle of the weapon is overlayed with the stony grey hide of a Darkmantle, hold fastened with semi liquid godsteel.

ooc- mine: Nagamaki, from oriental adventures, a normally 2D4, crit on 20 slashing 2handed weapon, thats a basic one however.

I will go by the judgement of our mutual witness, however...., the boon I will ask is small..., as compared to what I could ask,
She gets up, and extends a hand to Gy'Nath, resheathing her weapon meanwhile..
when Gy'Nath has stood up, she takes out a necklace of beads, and starts murmuring, she lays a hand on Gy' and heals him.

ooc- Ignore the first roll )))

Looking at each and every other 'party member', she weighs her options carefully... she then says;
"You will lead the raid as you planned, while I shall have the 'honor' of taking point so that I might have first crack at any ghaik. As a full member of this warband now, you will fill me in on what is going on here...
Then she ads carefully:"And we, you and me, sister Ya'shenn, start anew with our relations."

Ya'shenn watches the progress of the duel closely, though she has to shield her eyes from the worst of the rain to do so. Initially, the woman's posture is stiff with anger, but she actually smiles briefly early on, as she watches just how the kith'rak fights. Apparently, Gy-Nath is a very clever opponent.

After last night, Captain, I could have advised you against relying on a crossbow in these conditions.

She is as surprised as most of the others probably are when the floor disintegrates under the newcomer's feet. When the bard -- ugh! Must you live downstairs from a bard, captain? -- calls up to the group, she looks down into the newly-blasted hole, but elects to take the stairwell, instead.

The psion's eyes note the presence of blood on both duelists, but she says nothing of it. Indeed, she has no way to tell which blow landed first, in any case. Unfortunately, she feels another flash of anger when she hears the kith'rak's words, but Ya'shenn knows well that victory had not been assured when this matter had been agreed to.

Ya'shenn bows to the duelists. While one cannot really say that her expression or posture seem happy, they are definitely composed.

"I believe this request to be both gracious and suitable. Know that I willingly accede to it."