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Post by Triggladius on Feb 4, 2013 17:45:35 GMT
"We haven't the tools or the time to build a raft, if that's what you were considering." Lee-Ben replies, before cursing as another rejected branch leaves a splinter in his hand. "Xiǎobiàn hé xuè..." Pausing for a moment, Lee-Ben stops to try and retrieve the slither of wood.
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Post by Carveus on Feb 4, 2013 20:03:25 GMT
"I can find nothing but damp wood I'm afraid; and can see no viable means of transportation. We may just have to walk and hope there is a village," Phoenix replied as she headed back to where they had emerged from the river. "This is a less then optimal situation."
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Post by tarkara on Feb 4, 2013 22:15:23 GMT
"If you have something to ride on you should take Lee Ben, he's hurt and does actually bleed." Kendell gestures. "'Nix and I could keep trying for a fire."
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Post by Bal on Feb 4, 2013 22:32:06 GMT
Alard just looked at Lee-Ben and, with a slight smirk he chuckled, "I have a plan, don't worry... either way I can go on my own or take one other person, whoever feels like they can be the most help acquiring transportation for the rest are free to follow me... if not, I'll try and get what I can on my own and come back."
With that the young man turned and began to move along the river with an obvious purpose in his stride.
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Post by Triggladius on Feb 4, 2013 22:52:57 GMT
"How good of you to notice Mr Ditherx." As Alard moves off, seemingly alone, Lee-Ben looks confused for a moment, hesitating. Yet another gust of wind cutting through his clothes and chilling his skin quickly sends the inquisitive off after Alard.
Catching up with and falling into step beside Alard, Lee-Ben jokes,"when you said "ride ahead", I expected a better mount than Shank's pony." After a brief chuckle, Lee-Ben begins breathing into his hands again to try and keep them warm, unnerved slightly by the curious blue and purple hues of his skin.
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Post by Bal on Feb 4, 2013 23:26:53 GMT
Alard turns to face Lee-Ben as he catches up to him, moving into a more open space away from the rest of the group in silence until he stops, and just smiled with a little nod of his head, "Watch and learn sir, watch and learn." Clasping his hands in front of him Alard closes his eyes and begins to mutter a few words beneath his breath, the first of which are, "This had better damn well work..." before he begins to intone what sounds like a prayer of sorts. "Rielach, quicksilver wolf of the heavens, Heed my call in this time of need, Come forth from this vessel that is thy rest, Lay your feet upon the world of men. The Watcher guides my hand, The Watcher guides my feet, May He ever lay his eyes upon me, And peel back the Darkness before me." As this prayer is intoned the man begins to move, extending his arms and shifting in a circular pattern, his hands drawing patterns, like sigils, in the air. The rolling thunderheads in the distance seemed to add to the ominous nature of whatever ritual was being conducted as the man's hands began to glow and crackle with electricity... Moshu (+3) (1d6=1, 1d6=4, 1d6=3, 1d6=6) So, that gives a +3, which is not quite enough.
However, after checking the tagging rules I would like to petition for one of the following for a +2, either to tag an aspect like 'Impending Storm' to give a bonus based on my eidolon's affinity for electricity and the charge building in the sky above us, or, to petition to make a Conviction roll for a Maneuver to add an aspect to myself, which will also merit a free tag along the lines of 'Ego-Stroking Religious Observance' for the prayer that directly references my eidolon. Unless there's any system by which I can take ore time to get some bonus
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Post by electricblue109 on Feb 5, 2013 11:17:41 GMT
Good call mate, you can tag and grab an bonus from the aspect Stormfront. As the young man began the ritual, the air disturbed by his signing began to take on a solid quality, sigils forming in wispy blue energy around him. As his chanting increase, so did the size of the glowing glyphs in the air, until they formed a circular pattern, hanging about a meter in the air, perfectly perpendicular to the ground. With a final intonation in his voice, Alard thrust both of his hands towards the glowing circle, and seemed to grasp and pull at it from a distance. A cracking sound, akin to lightning striking the earth sounded and hundreds of incandescent azure lines erupted from the circle. In seconds they had coalesced into a single shape, forming bone, sinew and fur of a shape half again larger than a destrier. Alabaster fur, weirdly mixed with scale covered a figure that resembled the fevered dreams of a fisherman that had greatly misinterpreted the term ‘Sea Wolf’. Glinting alabaster teeth gleamed in the afternoon light and intelligent eyes regarded the assembled men and women as a cat regards a group of mice. After a moment had passed, each person present heard a voice, deep and power echo in their mind, rich and full of purpose. "Sup’ bitches" said Rielach
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Post by Triggladius on Feb 5, 2013 17:06:43 GMT
"Yóu shén..." ("By the Gods...") Lee-Ben recoils in superstitious dread. Instinct drives his hands into the starting form of "Sup Ji Kuen" (cross-boxing), even as his mind comprehends that if this creature wishes him dead, then he will die. "What's going on here?" He asks, risking taking his eyes off the creature to look at Alard.
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Post by Bal on Feb 5, 2013 18:45:46 GMT
Alard culminates the ritual with his eyes glowing a fierce white colour, before he extends his arms back behind him and convulses once as though something has torn itself from within his very body. He is, however, quick to recover and takes a deep breath, dusting himself off before the great white lupine creature before him speaks.
Then, he just blinks, before folding his arms over his chest and just giving him an expresion that screamed 'What the hell?', scoffing quietly. "All that ceremony... the wise mysterious voice when you speak to me... and the first thing you say is 'Sup bitches'?" he replied, looking, frankly, astonished. Out of the corner of his eyes though he saw Lee-Ben drop into that stance and then heard his words, rolling his eyes a little bit, "Our transportation." With that he gestures towards Rielach, "Slightly less... aloof than I was expecting."
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Post by Triggladius on Feb 5, 2013 19:35:21 GMT
"I think I'd rather take my chances on a raft." Lee-Ben turns his gaze back to the creature, searching for any sign as to its intentions. "Does our transportation have a name? I know it has a voice." In the face of the unknown, being polite is never a bad option. Taking a deep breath, Lee-Ben relaxes his pose and bows slowly, hesitating ever so slightly at the moment when his head drops and he loses sight of the creature's maw. "My name is Yen Lee-Ben, an inquisitive of Chencun."
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Post by tarkara on Feb 5, 2013 20:20:04 GMT
Damnit Rufus I warned you about it talking. Kendall continues his search for dry wood, slowly making a pile of damp wood so that he stops picking up the pieces dropped by the other two men. "So any ideas what you do remember? Your common sense seems to be intact."
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Post by Carveus on Feb 5, 2013 20:24:33 GMT
Phoenix regarded Kendall for a moment, frowning a little as she tried to find the best words for it. "We are in a temperate climate, a forested area of deciduous trees. I am aware of what things are, what they are called, what they do. I have no knowledge of myself. I try and recall my name, or my face, there is nothing."
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Post by tarkara on Feb 5, 2013 20:33:44 GMT
"Hm... where'd that sword get left?" Kendal left his sticks in a dry spot and stuck his hands into his pockets, searching for a sealed leather pouch with a length of silk in it.
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Post by electricblue109 on Feb 7, 2013 9:56:49 GMT
Rielach regarded the inquisitive with a practiced stare before responding. ‘Caution, that’s a wise thing to have. Name’s Rielach, and you could say that I’m a figment of Alard’s imagination. Pleased to meet ya, Yen Lee-Ben’ Again the almost-grin appeared upon his canine features. Turning to face Alard he asked ‘So what’s this about a ride? I’m not a damn horse you know, for a start I don’t taste that good.’
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Post by Bal on Feb 8, 2013 9:38:30 GMT
Aalrd's arms crossed over his chest as the young man regarded the lupine creature with a steely gaze, taking a few steps closer as he was addressed, "If you're quite finished?" he asked, but he didn't want for any response after he commented about not being a horse. He extended an arm and pointed out towards the rolling clouds, "If we don't do something about getting some form of transportation that can take four people from here to the nearest settlement that storm is going to hit and the four of us are going to be in a very bad way. You might only care about saving my life but that doesn't mean I don't care about saving other people from the situation we all ended up in... So either you help me, or we all have to take our chances with the forest and that storm."
He now stood mere inches away from the creature, eye-to-eye with it and staring passively into its alien features...
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Post by Carveus on Feb 8, 2013 12:45:12 GMT
"It is just here," Nix replied softly, squatting next to it and lifting the hilt slightly, the tip of the blade still on the dirt. She looked down the length of it, a small frown creasing her brow as she examined it. Did this sword spark any knowledge in her?
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Post by tarkara on Feb 8, 2013 14:19:07 GMT
Pulling out the cloth and folding it a few times, "Pass it here so I can clean it up."
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Post by electricblue109 on Feb 11, 2013 9:14:29 GMT
Nix regarded the blade for a second as she hefted its full weight in her hand. Searching for any residual Memory about the sword, she was greeted only with a scant few facts. The word ‘Jian’ floated into her conscious, but quickly resolved itself as the style of sword. She could identify that the sword was of good quality steel, and was well cared for, yet worn from use. With no further facts emanating from her mind, she swung the sword experimentally in her hand, and as the point came back around her whole body automatically settled into a perfect swordsman’s fighting stance, blade at neck height, perfectly horizontal, whilst the other hand was at equal height and length, hand out palm upturned. It seemed that although her mind was blank, her body remembered just fine.
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Post by electricblue109 on Feb 11, 2013 9:17:52 GMT
Rielach stared into Alard’s eyes for the briefest of seconds before turning downstream. He regarded the forest to the river’s side with a hunter’s eye, and spoke again. ‘Alright, get yourselves on, but don’t expect me to be happy about it.’ He turned towards the two men again. ‘You may want to hurry it up as well, I can feel a storm coming.’
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Post by Bal on Feb 11, 2013 12:48:28 GMT
Alard relaxed a moment as he released a he'd breath, nodding to the large creature in front of him and patting a hand on its flank, like one would the shoulder of a friend, "Thank you my friend... I just hope your legs are as swift as your tongue." He smirked a little bit and grasped onto a scruff of fur on his side after moving down along his flank. He used this as a means to hoist himself onto the creature's back before holding a hand down towards Lee-Ben.
"If you still intend to join me, that is?"
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