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Thread: Chapter Three: Another One Bites the Dust

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    Old Blakely thrusts the folded paper in his hand at Ulvenn. "Your, ah, master's reply. To my contact spell, like you asked?" He looks confounded, as though he had not expected a response at all.


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    Lucianna finds the theatrics very weird "Speaker Tammerhawk fought alongside us. Whatever his ultimate goal, he helped save city. Surrounded as you are by corpses, it calls my attention that you find a spell so offensive. Do I smell the stench of fear or it's just that the bodies vacated themselves? Blackey, wasn't it?" Agneyasta also judges him, but silently.
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    "Now, about the books, perhaps... Perhaps we may want to have a look at them later... For now, let's just eat. We are alive. I'll go get Korman and Mak. Then I'll join you all at the Pub- Publican House."


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    Quote Originally Posted by Grayson Tagger View Post
    Flint jumps, weapons in hands "what in the hells!" he shouts at the impetious wizard "warn us next time" Flint mutters angrily before sliding his weapons back. Flint shrugs to the much less dramatic sternshard "wizards and I don't get along very well, I wouldn't mind swapping stories with the publican's"

    Blakely does his best to hide his astonishment at how speedily the rough youth readied his daggers, sopping and exhausted as he appeared. Like he willed them into his hands at the speed of thought. His eyes dart to the gutted shark-man, a lumbering brute he now understands never stood a chance. At their current proximity, neither would a wizard, and is that what the youth meant by 'wizards and I don't get along' perchance?

    “I am a respected elder wizard accustomed to the company of my peers, who trust me implicitly and use magic casually and constantly,” he says by way of excusing himself, just managing to refrain from calling the speaker ‘boy.’

    No sense in needling a man with a quick temper and capable hands, especially one who just helped save this city from ruin.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alcazar QZR View Post
    Lucianna finds the theatrics very weird "Speaker Tammerhawk fought alongside us. Whatever his ultimate goal, he helped save city. Surrounded as you are by corpses, it calls my attention that you find a spell so offensive. Do I smell the stench of fear or it's just that the bodies vacated themselves? Blackey, wasn't it?" Agneyasta also judges him, but silently.

    "Now, about the books, perhaps... Perhaps we may want to have a look at them later... For now, let's just eat. We are alive. I'll go get Korman and Mak. Then I'll join you all at the Pub- Publican House."

    The doughy old wizard goes stiff with affront, and color floods his pale cheeks, but he considers his response carefully in light of how formidable this motley crew surrounded by corpses must be. "I am Cyphermage Argentus Blakely, madam." Before the night was out his brethren would probably elect him the new Speaker, but it would be presumptuous and probably pointless to assert himself further with that important title now.

    His next look at the former Speaker of Cypher Lodge Tammerhawk is openly anguished as much as angry. "Elias Tammerhawk deceived and betrayed this city for years before he helped save it. There have been assassinations, disappearances, and the source of the shadow emissaries committing unspeakable treacheries was unknown. If it became known now, it would irreparably tarnish the reputation of our scholarly and benevolent lodge. The Overlord would be justified in exiling us all for not keeping our most senior member in check. So yes, I am disgusted beyond words at how he put his soul and our peaceful academic brotherhood at risk for his own dark and selfish ambitions."

    His eyes shift to the sea hag and her brutes, big and small. "As to these other corpses you seem to think I should feel compassion for? To me they are savages and conquerors without conscience who could not be reasoned with or much longer placated. Therefore their deaths were necessary before our town suffered another, bigger massacre than before."

    He inhales deeply and regards Lucianna with renewed calm. "I had nothing to do with these deaths, unlike you. If you are feeling guilt you must unburden, may I suggest that is the purview of a priest. Now, would there be any objection to my taking Mr. Tammerhawk's body and possessions back to the Lodge?" He steps closer to the Shoanti's body with his hands folded.





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    @Alcazar: Sense Motives 5 or lower

    Blakely comes across a bit self-important and prickly and cold and definitely sees things in black and white, but mostly he has the air of a stuffy academic who doesn't get out or interact with non-wizards much. He seems to think his advanced age, achievements of a high level of arcana, and exalted local reputation should forestall any questions of his motive or character. But the party doesn't know him, so he's stuck asserting to them by words alone that he's a moral and upstanding citizen who does nothing carelessly or clumsily and has only the city's best interests at heart.

    **Ulvenn has met Blakely before, and the above opinion is consistent of what Ulvenn's mentor thought of Blakely, from whom he occasionally stole (or rather, had Ulvenn steal).
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    Lucianna finds Blakely's response off again, and her thought processes make the mental equivalent of a shrug. She was thinking of disgust or maybe the our inevitable confrontation with our own mortality when seeing a dead person. "Blakely. Sorry about that. We'll take the acid staff, though. I'll go fetch a friend we left behind... See you at the Pub-lican House. Coming, Agni?"

    "Always curious about your friends and acquaintance, pati." Fire can be warm too.


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    Flint shook his head "You might be comfortable drawing lighting from the sky on a whim, but I am not one of your little school boy friends, keep the magic to where it is necessary, right now, it isn't" turning back to his friends "are we ready to leave?"
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    Ulvenn's grip moves quickly to Remembrance and Retribution as Blakely throws lightning in dramatic fashion and is rewarded with a pang of phantom pain as he touches the shattered blade's hilt. He twitches his hand away as if it had been struck by the lightning... but he couldn't become distracted by it yet.


    Then before Ulvenn recovered his wits Blakely has a piece of paper in his face, "He is not my... Nevermind," he takes the note and reads it over quickly and chuckles with a quick upward glance at the efreeti at the part about the flask. He would have to share this with the others... 'but perhaps later,' he thinks as his stomach grumbles again and he takes another bite of the hunk of cheese he was sharing with the small dragon.


    "This spear?" Ulvenn says waving the pointing blade in the air, "I'm with Luci on this, let's catch some food at the Publican House. We can clean up the tower and get contracts done tomorrow."


    ((Strictly speaking I never had it confirmed that Ulvenn retrieved the spear, but I did post it))

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