The Supplicant steps onto the shrine and faces two of the supplicating demons. "Demon, I'm flattered you know your relative place the hierarchy, but you're of no use for me kissing the floor. Get up and fetch a priest." Addressing the other Demon he says "And you, I'm looking for information on...
The Supplicant takes a nearby stone and places it on the water. With another he taps out the name by which First Circle Demons are controlled in a Old Realm code meant for light-tower communication. I do hope that fish-Demon is the only one in range.
The translucent dorsal fin emerges...
Is "If a tree falls" the latest entry in the Supplicant's line of threads, and if so do you need me to post anything in addition to the diceroll there? I'd like to continue with the story while my character sheet gets in order if that's acceptable to you, ST.
I spent the weekend playing...
"I've read of wind spirits, whose flight could shame the proudest bird. They summon the very wind they ride on." Zyers makes a 'whoosh' sound and wiggles his fingers in an amusing way. "Cold winds, warm winds, winds only for one sail. I've read of a spirit impregnating a mortal with a wind - I...
"How did you meet him? What most impressed you?" Zyers took his seat. "Did your family give you trouble for chasing a spirit?" He smiled, anticipating ribald and embarrassing details, as well as romantic ones.
Zyers makes his way over to Ferrena's table and initiates conversation as an equal. "The comfort of a known wine warms the soul as well as the body. I hope whatever took you out into the cold was worth the trouble." The runner arrives with his wine "By contrast the exotic is a welcome jar...
I didn't really understand the response of my roll. Neat ability, ultimate answer maybe? If that's the case, feel free to take me to the Furious Squid.
In other news I will be headed to a Diablo 3 release party tonight. This should negatively impact the probability of post.
Zyers, enigmactically
"Solve the mystery of your summoning."
Zyers left Tempul's abode and walked briskly back to his office. Laying a single strand of hair on his desk, he passed his hand over it, feeling for the touch of Essence. What other property of her hair could have set off that...
Zyers, thirsty
"That is all, Tempul."
This hair might be all the answer I need. But if it isn't, there's only a few taverns her mother would frequent. I'll start tonight at the Furious Squid.
Zyers gives an authoritative knock on the door which his inferior answers within an acceptable timeframe. "Tempul," Zyers starts "may I come in?"
After a nod of approval Zyers takes the only seat in the spartan quarters, at her desk. He picks up her brush, pulls a few hairs out and pockets...
Zyers lowers his mirror, turn around and in a completely serious and engrossed manner inspects a crack in the mortar of the brick fireplace. "I will alert the relevant maintenance personnel accordingly." Stepping back and addressing the wall face-first without the aid of his mirror Zyers...
Zyers speaks up, talking to someone behind him as he is, in a supplicating tone in Old Realm the language of spirits "Hushed East Ember, my apologies for allowing your domain to be shaken in such a way. My cadets mean no harm I assure you. Their current efforts should be considered praise of...
Remembering how much work he recently gave her, Zyers decides to end the questioning session early. "Tempul, you are dismissed."
Zyers pulls his mirror out of his desk drawer and calls upon his personal Essense to make it a window to the spirit realm. He then re-enters the room where the...