Game: The Awakening

The Tout appears markedly relieved once it is confirmed by the Phaed'yiin that indeed she does not plan on finding an Inn at this hour past the Foundry.

The Seers Guild... well they're a strange bunch aright - some kind of cross between the Harmonium, Ciphers, and Ring-Givers. They believe that the multiverse is s'pposed to have balance, and they try to maintain that balance - a lot like the Rilmani, but less mysterious about it all. They're led by a man who calls himself "Xanados the Maverick" some blood from the Prime who decided to head his operations in the Cage. He says he's here to help Sigil, but many don't trust him. Here's the Dark of it: Zadara and Shemeska don't know much about him (no one really does) and see him as a threat. They want him out, and both have tried their dirty tricks against him - but they've been thwarted on more than one occassion, and each has had to pay severe fines for attempting to sabotage another guild by sending vandals to three guildhouses (in Zadara's case) and planting magical explosives outside of another (in Shemeska's case). A slap on the wrist for such as wealthy as them, but it's strange... because those two are very smart and conniving... it seems almost barmy that anyone would try not only to stop them, but succeed in doing so, AND getting them caught red-handed.

The tout pauses for a quick breath, then continues...

A very recent guild this is, but it is gaining power and influence - it's already good allies with the Harmonium and the Sons of Mercy - a smart move if there ever was one - they have more protection than they need...at least for right now. They're friendly to strangers and outsiders, but I don't trust them - they seem too perfect. Something isn't right with them.

This strange “dwelling” looks flagrantly out of place in this district – elaborate golden arches and swirling designs have been welded onto it otherwise sapphire blue-exterior. The entire structure has the shape of a surreal pointed wizard’s hat, and the fluidity to match. The giant double doors are a brilliant shade of crimson - and they resemble a Ruby on a king’s favorite ring. Despite its intense color, the demarcation line between the drab ground and the extravagant building is unclear. The illusion is convincing – the large house actually appears to be growing out of the ground. A pair of stone statues dressed in expensive clothing with two stone ‘swords’ apparently stand guard by the entrance. As the woman approaches the house, one of the statues abruptly asks in a monotone, earthly voice:
Please state your name, profession, and business with the Seers Guild

As far as Phaed'yiin is concerened, the statues are statues... that talk. No recognizable magic on them...

The door suddenly opens inward, revealing a clean, well decorated (yet not extravagant) and dimly-lighted lobby with two doors on the first floor on either side, and a stairway leading 'back' into the house. In front of the motely gathering stands a young human male with dull, and simple leather clothes, dark hair and eyes, and a shining smile.

He carries his eyes over each of the party, smiling the entire way, but taking longer than usual as his eyes pass over Dolmen, and to a lesser extent - Tsuru. Well come on in then, you'll let the air in...We have rooms ready for you, come now, he walks 20 feet to the left towards the left door on the ground floor, and opens the room, revealing a barracks of sorts, but much more comfortable. The blue beds, sheets, ceiling, floor make it clear which color the faction's architects prefer.

You can call this place your home for 12 hours. There is plenty of food inside should you get hungry, and please feel free to browse through the library. Also, if you need anything, I am only a door away at your service...come now, he gestures inward, then pauses, and looks back at Phaed'yiin as an afterthought - this first instance of free lodging is complimentary of the guild, though in future meetings, I do request you provide whatever monetary donation to the guild you are comfortable with... seeing as how you aren't destitute.. he gives another polite smile, and once again gestures towards the open room.

It appears(/smells) to Tsuru as if no one else is inside the Guildhouse, at least on the ground floor. The only visible exit is the the entrance itself.

Meanwhile, the room availible has 12 bunkered (by two), empty beds. and a table filled with breads, meats, and fruits, that are obviously preserved via magic. On the shelves are books stacked end on end.

Above the table is a painting :

Looking at Tsuru, the host replies:

I have no scrolls at the moment, unfortunately, however, you may borrow a book if you wish, and return it within 3 days time.

(OCC: Reawakening? )

OOC: Tsuru, go ahead and roll for damage... and CRAP - I cannot find your character sheet, not in my PM inbox, nor in my email. Does this server automatically delete old PMs? Because I'm sure that I have not deleted any PMs sent to me.

OCC: Azure, If/when you have the time, could you please email me another character sheet (sorry to hear about your comp, and I'm afraid I don't have it - because my old PMs got automatically deleted).

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Also, go ahead and make the damage roll for Tsuru.

The woman's body loses color, becomes transparent, and melts to the ground all within a second. Where the woman used to be, is now a quickly dissipating puddle of ... liquid.

OOC:

Sorry about the tindertwig- although you certainly can try to put it in the puddle.

Tsuru (if you're still in) and Argint: roll for Sense Motive (DC15) and make a Reflex save. If you pass the Sense Motive, then add a +4 circumstantial modifier to your Reflex.

Argint realizes that something is wrong, even before s/he notices the bubbling of the liquid, even before a 10 feet silvery curved entity emerges from the liquid, like an underwater scimitar that has been thrust upwards to break the skin of the water. With all the soul of a small humpback, strange liquid splashes about, and Tsuru gets caught in right in the center of the blade. Argint takes a glancing blow, and is knocked further sideward than he intended to roll, whereas Tsuru is thrown back, mortally impaled.

The Harmonium guards, along with Aras are standing back, stunned.

The curved blade splashes back into the liquid on the ground, and it begins to seep into the cracks on the cobbled street, disappearing into the sewers, or perhaps Undersigil below. Foundry tainted brown/orange haze ominously gathers above. Save the sound of the alarm in the distance, it is eerily quiet.

It starts to rain.

OOC: Evil DM kills off the inactive character.

Argint takes 15 damage

Knowledge (Arcana): this is obviously not human, and the liquification, followed by the 'liquid' humpback sword - is no spell, or special ability that Argint readily recognizes.

Off ye go then. She turns around, and begins to dissolve into the crowd of Harmonium investigators gathered around the Tower.