Game: Planehopping

Orisen draws Agrona as quick as a lightning strike (free action) moves 30 feet in the direction she was heading before the attack, and readies an action to move 30ft more should the fire spitting beasties attempt to surround her again.

Elecia sighs heavily and closes her eyes, she quietly speaks the words to what is fast becoming her signature spell. The incantation complete, she holds the crackling charge close to the knight's head.

"Please, answer me. We haven't the time to wait around until someone begins to wonder what happened to your little group."

((Casting lightning lance but holding the charge, I'm assuming this is okay as I've been able to do it in the past ))

"I believe you had nothing to do with this but I need to know more. Tell me about this expedition to limbo, has it happened or is it being planned? What is the aim? How many people are involved?"

Elecia leans closer to ensure he has a very good view of the crackling lightning.

"And where exactly are these magiclly sealed rooms? Your base? Or does Valran have a new lab?"

Elecia smiles kindly at the man.

"Thank you, I appreciate your honesty."

As she looks at him, her expression slowly hardens to one of grim determination. Before she can think too much about it, Elecia releases the bolt of lightning straight at the knight, hoping to give the man a quick, clean death.

Sakor glides out of the kitchen, whispering away his armor. Grinning at Elecia, Nexx, and Kothar, Sakor floats down beside the sorceress, letting out a short, unsatisfied humph. Sakor frowns and shakes his head, “Well, it seem the Tacharim are having trouble finding intelligent help these days. When you try and run away from a sorceress, druid, and big wolf – you’re not going to end up breathing for very long.”

Sakor turns to Elecia, “Did you get any useful information before he tried to run away?

Sakor turns back to address Nexx in addition to Elecia, “I’ve talked with Pasha. Seems Haiel wants her to follow the Modrons, although it’s mostly conjecture as the Power didn’t see fit give a non-interpretive answer. We’re going to need to get Lucius to the Gatehouse so that he can be properly taken care of. That means planeshifting to Bytopia and running through the Hall of Records, dropping off the paladin, going by to Bytopia and planeshifting back to the Outlands. Sprinkle in a couple teleportations and we should be reunited with Orisen once we’re finish seeing to Lucius.”

Sakor gives Elecia a nod, "Allow Pasha a chance to collect Lucius and then I'll work my planeshift trick and we'll be well beyond the town."

Sakor thinks for a moment, "If Varlan is performing more experiments, I think chances are that we'll be called upon to stop him again. I know of a gate near by that we can get into unobtrusively, however I do not like the notion of traveling to anyplace uninformed."

Sakor glances at Elecia, "Do you suppose Blackarm may have been carrying her evil, dasterdly plans on her person? Cause if she did, she may have left them in her room. Perhaps Aeapas could snoop around while we wait on Pasha."

Sakor kicks the cropse lightly with one foot, "And I'll do something about obscuring this wretched berk."

Sakor nods, "Unfortunately, Varlan is working for the Tacharim - who seem more than content to hunt us down for interfearing with their plans. They're only funding Varlan to give themselves an edge. If going after Varlan makes the Tacharim easier to fight - it seems we're not done with him yet.

Sakor glares at the inn, "Plus, given what they did to Pasha and thus Lucius, I'm not content to leave well enough alone."

((Double post ))

Sakor looks at Elecia and shrugs, “I understand if you don’t want to get involved. Hell, I wouldn’t want to get involved if I had a choice; but if it stands a chance – even a one so tiny as Varlan’s own heart – of making Lucius and Pasha better, I’m doing it. Getting revenge on Varlan does not neccisarily mean taking on all of the Tacharim, it merely means penning his name into the Dead Book – and I mean to do so personally.”

With a clear look of mischief in his eyes, Sakor grins, “But I am never – ever – above being reasonable. I’ll delay my plans of revenge until we’re done with the mess we have before us. But if Varlan sends cronies or twisted creatures after us – I’ll probably be more than ready to go and turn him into pasty little stain on the Tacharim floor tiles. If Pasha decides to go after Varlan on her own, I’ll be with her.” Sakor shrugs once more, “As much as I think you’re right about leaving well enough alone, I have a feeling it’s not going to be our choice.”

"Pasha, are you ready to go? These Tacharim won't bother us any more and I'm anxious to get going before something else finds us," Elecia half smiles, half frowns.

"Sakor seems to have everything planned out and I don't think we should stay here any longer than we have to. Do you... Well..." Elecia seems to have trouble finding the right words. "Do you need any help with Lucius?"

((Average for a human, see the pic above, a heavy cloak prevents you from really picking out any details of what he is carrying))

*looks down at Graastu*
"'Graastu-Mulafa-Haak-Raak-Ma?' Rather an odd name for a(n) ... but then, you're not really a normal , are you?" ((Ignore this bit if Graastu is in his natural form))

*looks in the direction Orisen points*
"Well, come on then kid, let's get you back to your friends."

*Starts walking*
"By the way, why do you have the child out here anyway, he's not yours... and what is this 'token' you said your friends failed to give you?"

((I need to make a roll before I post))

Sakor blinks and lets out a low sigh, his shoulders sagging for a moment muttering, “Oh, that’s not good.”

Clearing his throat, head erect once more and back straight, “Give me a moment, Pasha. I need to locate my tuning fork.” Sakor gives Elecia a look of concern, before resting the bottom of his staff on his instep and propping it in the crook of an arm, while he rifles about in his bag of holding. “It’s in here some where,” silently pondering crawling inside for coming storm.

You were implying that I was taken just because I was convenient. The truth is I was taken because I am a member of this group... or was...

If Valran is indeed getting back to his horrid experiments then you can be assured that the Tacharim will be after us to take us out one by one. They consider us a threat. This measly group *looks down at the dead bodies of the knights* were obviously a miscalculation on their part. The next team they send to take us out will be stronger and better equipped.

And as for private conversations, well no one likes to have people talk about them behind their back... but now that I'm a freak, I guess I should get used to it.

*gets into position for the planeshift and holds onto Luc's hand.*

((oops, wasn't quite fast enough to get in before Sakor))

Elecia rolls her eyes just a little.

"I didn't imply it, Pasha. I stated what I believed to be the case because I hadn't been given any reason to think otherwise. It's still entirely beside the point and we'd have nothing to be arguing over had you not been eavesdropping on my conversation with Sakor."

"As to you being a freak, when you hear me call you that, then you can throw the accusation at me. As it stands, I haven't said a word to which you should take offence and yet you seem to be determined to do so. How many private conversations have you had with Lucius? Simply because I wanted to speak with Sakor, it doesn't mean the whole world thinks you a freak and wishes you ill."

"I'm sorry we didn't reach you sooner," Elecia snaps. "But we tried. We deserve neither your contempt nor veiled allusions to your lack of trust in us. I considered you a friend and I would be far happier if you remained with us, but not if you intend to take every casual word as a personal slight."

Pasha grips Luc's hand, as tears fall from her eyes. She looks over at Sakor before they shift and gives him a sad smile.

Sakor quietly tucks his tuning fork into his belt and reaches into his bag, drawing out a handkerchief. Tucking the blue bag into his belt, Sakor walks over to Pasha, handing her the cloth. Staff firmly gripped, a spell triggers and he mutters quietly, although the sound appears to Pasha as if it were a normal conversation, “Please, don’t be hard on yourself. Elecia is scared as I’ve ever seen and it’s coloring her diplomacy. When you’re ready, if you could teleport us to the farmhouse, we can make our next big jump.” Sakor gives Pasha one of his encouraging grins and pats her on the shoulder reassuringly.

Sakor saunters a little ways off and takes a look around, trying to spot any landmarks he recognizes.

((Sakor used message to obscure his conversation with Pasha.))

"Well?" Elecia glares at Sakor as he looks around, pointedly avoiding looking in Pasha's direction. "What now? Or are we just going to stand around and admire the scenery?"

Sakor turns and sighs, "You need not worry about doing it for long, Pasha. We've gone through this, you are an entirely capable person. And despite the harsh words that have been exchanged - we all know that."

"It appears that I've dropped us into the Golden Hills. Tatsukatsukai is not far off." Sakor swings around and gestures with his staff pointing ever so precisely in one direction. "You know, the people of Tatsukatsukai might be ... well, they're not going to be as good as the Bleakers when it comes to treating Lucius, but if what Pasha said is true and the kind Doctor has plans for us - I'd trust them with Lucius more than anyone else. They have a vested interest in keeping our friend safe. By leaving Lucius and Bethil with them, we keep them from falling into the hands of our enemies."

Sakor grins wolfishly, "It could even be possible for Elecia and I to guilt them into keeping Lucius safe when they couldn't keep us safe. Guilt is a good means of leverage with good folk. Of course, we would still need to visit Sigil and hire a couple Bleakers to come see to Lucius' needs - give them some sort of retainer for the next few months."

"What do you folks think?"

Elecia touches Pasha's shoulder awkwardly.

"Look, Pasha, I didn't mean... well, I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry. You know we'll all help you if we can."

Elecia looks briefly in the direction Sakr indicated.

"Maybe Tatsukatsukai would be a good idea, at least we know we can trust the people there. Though I would be happier if their help was honestly given, I don't like the idea of trying to manipulated Mosugarai."

Elecia shrugs.

"If that's what you want then it probably can't hurt to ask. Are you up to taking us there?"

Ahh, Supposedly, this was much safer for the child, myself, and our little friend here than where they were going. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself out here next to the march.

(Sorry, it stopped sending me notices again)

And what brings you out here all on your lonesome if I might inquire?