Ian kneels and checks to make sure Naruk is still alive. Assuming that Naruk is still breathing, he will examin his current condition to see if he is still in danger of dying, or is simply asleep from fatigue.
Game: Great minds think alike
As Ian kneels down to Naruk, he realizes that he isn't unconscious, but presses his eyes closed, and silently cries.
"Naruk? Are you okay? is there anything I can do to help?" Ian asks.
Naruk doesn't react to Ian's question.
The novice approaches the man on the ground, lays his fingers on a few spots of his body - neck, heart, forehead -, then nods. "He will be fine. The pain of the parasites was almost too much for him, and he needs time to recover from it. Also he might have seen something about himself that he had hidden carefully before. Such reactions are not entirely unusual."
Ian bows his head toward the Novice. "Thank you for your help. Is there any way in which we can repay this favor?"
OOC: Where IS everybody? I totally just gave people 2 days to say something before I hogged the conversation again.
[OOC: I wonder about the same thing...
Okay, voice call. Please everyone shout out if you're still around!
For those who don't answer, I'll assume they're not with us anymore. In case our group will still be big enough to go on (which I seriously hope!), I'll see if we can get new players into the game.]
occ: i'm still here.
[OOC: So, we have Ian and the Masked Gnoll... anyone else?
In case noone else shows up: Are you two willing to go on with a minimized group? (I'd try get new players into the game, as said, but of course I can't promise anything)]
OOC: I would prefer to keep playing with this group, so I think we should give them some more time. They might just be a bit busy right now, and it would be a shame for almost two years of roleplaying to get flushed away. And we have such wonderful chemistry with this group!
But if worst comes to worst, sure.
I am here!!!! Sorry it took so long to write back, but I am getting ready for my next back surgury which is this tuesday the 17th of October. I will be posting a little spotty after that BBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUTTTTT I still want to PLAY! Please don't kick me out . If it takes me more than a day to answer, PLEASE joybliid, take over my character for these next shakey months for me, ok? Ok.
Yay!!!
XD
-Ophelia
OOC: See? Theres Ophelia (hope everything goes well with your back surgery, BTW) and Blackthornes doesn't live that far away from me, so I'll be sure to give him a good kick in the Rumpus if he doesn't post regularly.
That only leaves Loreveil (who went invisible) and Ohalian (who ran away). So at least their characters don't need an Act of DM to dissappear.
OOC: Im still here guys, I have just been a little bugged down with work and such, so all I can really do is check the forums and psot when i really have to.....but, im still interested in the game.
[OOC: No further reactions so far... *sigh*
I'll make a post in the forum now to hopefully find new players to join the game.]
[OOC: Huh?? Now THAT was strange... I've been looking for posts all the time, and none showed up... and then I made mine, and suddenly there's three new posts!
Guess that was a crappy Internet Explorer effect.
Well well, I'm glad I was wrong!
Okay then, let's go on with the game ]
"We enforce nothing. If there is anything good you want to give or do, we will be glad to accept it, but we do not expect anything. Thus is the law of the Falcon God."
"Then, I wish to make a donation." Ian reaches for his moneypouch, and draws out a handfull of gold coins, and gives them to the novice. "And... thank you."
He then turns to the group. "Well then, I thnk its time we got on our way. This time, I don't care if Vecna himself is on the side of the road, trying to strike up a conversation, we keep going."
"Masked Gnoll, I'm going to need you to carry Naruk. I could use my telekenesis, but that takes concentration, and I'd hate to drop him just because I got distracted for a moment."
Edit: OOC: I forgot to mention exactly how much I gave. I gave 50 gp.
"Thank you very much, and may your travels lead you to learning," the novice says to Ian before he walks back to the place where he stood originally.
*in response to ian*
"yes,I agree. It would be nice if we could get were we are going with no more delays."
MG slings Naruk over his shoulder
"good luck with being masked heros guys. it was truely a pleasure to meet you two."
Ian strides toward the door. Unless anyone is obviously staying behind, he will start toward Charrds.
The group walks through the streets of Sigil for a long while. They have the common colourful variation of creatures and people they pass, many of them eyeing them suspiciously, curiously, hatefully or friendly. A whole lot of fantastic, unique and "especially for you, as I can see you are a special being"-offers are made to them as they pass through the wards, until they finally stand before Charrdh's place.
The streets have been cleaned by now, and while Charrdh's tavern is still full of guests - the voices coming from inside show it clearly -, it doesn't appear to be as packed as when the Xaositect incident happened.
Ophelia looks at the others in the group. "So, are we going in now?"
[OOC: And once again.. where is everyone?]
Ian seems distracted for a moment before replying. "Hmm? Oh, Right. Sorry, lost in thought for a little bit there."
Ian then enters the Burned Torch.
OOC: Sorry, I've been intentionally slowing down my posting rate to let the people who are a bit busy right now have a chance to get their say.
On another note, from monday-saturday I'm on another of my little trips, so my posting might become a bit infrequent until I get back.
"well, im ready to go in, what are we waiting for?"
*Blackthornes will walk in.*
As the group enters the Torch, they see the normal variation of patrons in a Hive tavern. The same barkeeper stands at the other side of the room, and gives them a friendly nod.
Ian walks over to the barkeep, leans in a bit and says "Good evening. Is Charrd in?"
"Yeeh," the barkeeper says, "but has a visitor down there. Charrdh told me to let you in, but ye better be... respectful when ye enter."
He takes a step back and opens the door, waiting for the group to enter.
"'Has a guest' and 'be respectful'. sounds like someone important."
*Blackthornes leans in a bit*
"Do you know who this guest is?"
"Wish I wouldn't", the barkeeper answers, then quickly walks a few steps away and cares about other patrons.
*Blackthornes turns back to the rest of the group*
"well, that sounds reasuring. Regardless, I think we should head down there."
"I don't think that will be neccessary." Ian says. "After all, we don't have anything that needs doing right this moment, I just wanted to check in with him when we were all done with our little shopping spree. No need to interrupt his busines, especially with an important client."
After expressing his veiws, Ian will check on Naruk, to see if his condition has improved in the intervening time.
*Blackthornes seems suprized*
"Well, thats a little strange. When we were with the lady Sheeram you were all buisness, but now, we are going to give charrdh time to be with a client...that's alright with me if that's how everyone else feels. Though as soon as this client comes back up, I would like to get this over with."
"but blackthorns, it's important to be patient. didn't your lemure grandma teach you anything?"
*Blackthornes snickers at the gnoll*
"Lemure grandmother? I grew up with the red tiger tribe of the uthgardt. I know nothing of patience, unless it conserns stalking, hunting, or spying. never would I use patience when trying to contact an employer."
"As far as I could tell, Sheeram was spending a quite day at home, nothing to interrupt."
"Speaking of which, we should probably read as much of what she lent us as possible before we actually go to Baator, and we have some time to do that in. No reason not to take advantage of the situation."
Ophelia nods. "I think what Ian says makes sense. We should be as prepared as possible, besides, it's best if Naruk is feeling better when we enter Charrdh's private rooms. Not to forget, two members of our party have fled from combat... did they have any of the equipment we bought with Charrdh's money?"
Ian closes his eyes in concentration, slight twitches in his eyelid the only clue that he's replaying the events of the last few hours.
"No, but their disappearence is still costing us. We had to pay Ohalian to keep him from opposing us in the first place, but since he just seemed to stir up trouble anyway, good riddence to him."
"Loreveil, on the other hand, had the skull that A'kin gave us, Charsomething. Doesn't matter now, anyway. Oh, and she had that patch we got from the Illithid's robes. That looked like it could have been useful too, ah well."
Ian opens his eyes. "On the bright side, Ohalian still had that Illithid ring on his person, so he might just get his proper punishment for abandoning us.
Oh, and Ophelia? Any chance I could have my Medallion back now?"
Ophelia makes a step backwards, going into a defensive position. "No," she says, "and it's not your medallion."
Ian looks at her, head slightly cocked to the side. "I don't think we are on the same page. I'm talking about the Necklace of Adaptation I lent you back in the green mist before we met Sheeram."
OOC: Ian did lend Ophelia a Necklace of Adaptation before we used the bird in the mist, but I couldn't find a post saying I got it back. I figured now would be a good time to get in back IC.
Ophelia relaxes, giving Ian a shy smile. "Ah, that one. Sorry. Yes, of course you can have it back."
She hands him the medallion.
Ian slips the necklace of adaptation around his neck. "Thank you, miss Whispers." He says. "Now then, I suggest you all get some reading done while I keep an eye on Naruk."
OOC: Blackthornes? Dread Pirate Swan? I know Ophelia is in the hospital and can't post. But where are you guys?
OOC: Blackthornes? Dread Pirate Swan? I know Ophelia is in the hospital and can't post. But where are you guys?
occ: opps, i'm sorry! I thought i made it clear that the masked gnoll is waiting patently, but at second glance I can see i didn't.
the masked gnoll waits patently.
Naruk moans slightly as the group discusses everything. Ophelia walks over to him, checking his vital signs. "He's fallen asleep", she explains. "I guess that's best for him."
She takes a look around, then walks over to an empty table. As she sits down, she says to the others, "You might want to take a chair yourself while we wait."
Ian shruggs. "No thanks, I'm not much of a sitter. I think I'll take another look at the item of our investigation." He says, he then walks over to look in the orb again.
OOC: Before, You mentioned the possibility of recruiting one or two more people to replace our wayward Ohalian and Loreveil, that might no be a bad idea. Some new blood might just revitalize things.
Just a thought.
[OOC: I think we'll have a new player in the next few days ]
A slight magical crackle is followed by the appearance of a lightblue outline of a humanoid just in front of the huge sphere in the Burned Torch tavern. The shape solidifies and turns into a man with a loud *POP*.
In front of the sphere stands a tiefling of obvious Baatezu descent, chattering his teeth and trying to keep himself warm.
He looks around a moment, disoriented, and then turns to Ian.
'Oy, c-cutter. This is Sigil, right?'
Ian, momentarily alarmed by the blue crackle, takes a step back just before the *pop*. He relaxes as soon as he sees that the man means no harm.
"Sure is, cutter." he says, turning back toward the orb to examine it in greater detail.
OOC: Welcome!
Ian leans Naruk against the statue. For a whole while, nothing seems to happen. Then, as most of the group probably already expected that nothing would change, Naruk's entire body begins to shake and twist.
He keeps like that for about ten long seconds, breathing hard and arhythmically. Then he simply drops on the floor.