[ Welcome to Della Springs! This lovely plains locale is at the confluence of a minor trade road between the northwestern lumber communities and Heidelstrass and the Iron Highway. It's named for the clear, beautiful natural spring which has, some say, the coldest, cleanest, sweetest water on the continent. ] [ It is naturally a stopping place for travellers and trade caravans alike from all over the nation. There's no town and no inn, since Heidelstrass is a reasonable enough distance north to make those irrelevant. There is, however, a small pavillion alongside the spring built by the government for travellers to rest at. ] [ It's very popular for bards to sing for the usually fairly busy Della Springs crossroads crowd; there can be anywhere from a lucky single performer to an entire troupe at any given time. Today, it appears to be devoid of performers at this noon hour. ] [ At the moment, the only occupants are a few small trade caravans, including porters for the Godspeed group, a very elite merchant family. There's also a small red Solarian-style yurt set up behind the pavillion. ] [ Go! ] ('yurt'? ^_^;) (Desert tent. Never heard of a yurt?) (Nope! Now I know.) (Learn something new every day.) (Well, technically yurts are Mongolian steppe stuff, but they work for deserts too.) /me is fairly handsome man in his late twenties. He's got a well trimmed mustache that matches his kempt black hair. He looks fairly serious, but he has a slight trace of humor in his brown eyes. (Gahh..) (I'll fix that.) * Theodore is fairly handsome man in his late twenties. He's got a well trimmed mustache that matches his kempt black hair. He looks fairly serious, but he has a slight trace of humor in his brown eyes. He's wearing a rather upper class traveling suit and is currently checking over the Godspeed caravan. * Khyra emerges from the yurt, brushing a few strands of curly, dark brown hair back over her shoulder. It falls loose to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. She walks purposefully over to the pavillion, a small lap-harp cradled in her arms. (Gah! You've occupied my yurt.) (Have I? I'm sorry. I can retcon.) (Hm. No, don't.) (Thought it might work as a changing station. ^^;) (*points /msg-ward* Gah, I suck at this GM thing.) (No, I should have asked.) * Maimun is wearing a simple brown hooded robe, obscuring much of his body. He is currently standing next to a brown horse and feeding it something that looks soft while murmuring softly to it. Every once and a while he looks around. * Khyra certainly catches the eyes of most of the passing travelers, as she's currently dressed in a deep gray blouse, maroon bodice with silver crescent moon embroidery, a maroon skirt, a silver petticoat, and dark maroon slippers with crescent moon designs. * Theodore seems satisfied with the condtition of the caravan. He gives the porters leave to go to the springs in shifts and walks to the pavilion himself. * Khyra finds a bench in the pavillion, sits, carefully spreading her skirt beneath her so it won't wrinkle, and begins to tune her harp (+ .) * Theodore seems a bit surprised when he notices the Yurt, he studies it for a moment before moving on. He glances at Khyra but doesn't seem to pay her great heed for the moment. [ The Godspeed people are highly thankful to Theodore; a few hitch the horses to the hitching post, the others check the cargo, then all head to the spring with jugs of water. ] (There's a bit of free time before the plot occurs.) * Maimun glances at the yurt as much as anything else as he walks along slowly with his horse. Once he reaches the pavillion he hitches his horse up as well and pets it, before walking into the pavilion area. * Khyra hums softly as she works on tuning. She glances at her surroundings almost lazily, taking in the general gist of things but not focusing on any one place or person. Almost by instinct, she seems to have picked the most noticeable spot in the pavillion. * Theodore takes a few drinks of the spring water. He's neat about it and wipes his mouth with a hankerchief after drinking. * Khyra finishes tuning. With a satisfied nod, she looks up, smiles warmly at her audience, and then begins a fairly common, but pleasant, travelling ballad. Her voice is sweet and clear, and her harp is, if you have an ear for this sort of thing, very well-tuned and well-played. (And you will all be good and not make me make up lyrics. ^_~) (We will? I mean, we will!) [ Most of the other people travelling through are peddlers or craftsmen of some form; they're sitting in the pavillion and currently taking in Khyra's performance gratefully. ] * Theodore smiles slightly at the music, he seems somewhat impressed, he takes a seat and listens for a moment, regularly glancing at the caravan and making sure the porters are attending to it well. * Maimun looks over at Khyra and, if one were looking at him, could see a smile on his lips. * Khyra is pleased at the audience she seems to have gathered, and smiles brightly at them once her song is finished. She begins another, a tale of two lovers separated by chance and time, but destined to meet again, and so on. Again, it's fairly slow-paced and pleasant, a good tune to spend an afternoon relaxing. [ The audience approves! They clap with the walking tune! They swoon to the ballad! One falls asleep! Perhaps your voice is just that soothing. ] (And now, der plottenhäusen) * Khyra would frown at the sleeping person were she not so involved with playing. (Aw, they're tired. Give them a break. ;_;) * Theodore applauds the song, but then stands up to make another check over the caravan. Can't rest when family business is at stake. (But they're sleeping instead of listening to *me*!) (Then you should whip out your guitar. See if they can sleep through some GWAR.) (Sadly, the guitar's with the horses.) [ Sadly, Khyra's love song is (sort of) interrupted by voices from the Godspeed caravan; Theodore recognizes it as the head guard. "Listen, old woman, I don't know anyone by the name 'Skywalker', understand?" Sadly, the actual *cart* appears to be blocking the view of this conversation. ] (Khyra the Röckin Bard.) (Yay!) (And Dynamite Dancer Maimun.) (... maybe not so Yay.) * Theodore rapidly jogs over to the head guard. He gets a bit of road dust on his suit in the process, but can't let a situation develop. (Not yay, but perhaps HoYay.) * Khyra keeps playing, despite the interruptions. Really, the nerve of some people! * Maimun does not pay too much attention to the arguments. His name isn't Skywalker! He does continue to watch Khyra, though. (Gah, I'm doing the * thing again. Sorry. ) * Theodore heads around the cart when he gets the chance and appraises the situation. [ What Theo (can I call you Theo?) sees is this: his head guard is currently arguing with a short Solarian woman in a black caftan, bent on a cane, which she is currently threatening the guard with. "No, no, you bloody helmeted fool. His name isn't Skywalker, but that's what he IS. The three sky travellers are meeting here today, you know." ] (You can, nobody else though. :P) (Why thank you. ;) (Can we hear that?) * Maimun still looks at Khyra. She is not yelling at people for nonsensical reasons. Yay Khyra. * Theodore calmly walks up to the woman, his tone is quite polite. "May I assist you? I believe I'm one of the three you seek." (You can hear the talking, yes. You can't see anything from the pavilion, though.) [ The guard seems about to get mad, but Theo speaks and he immediately snaps to attention. "Sir, I--" he begins, and is immediately cut off by the crone, who cackles and hobbles over. "Yes, Skywalker you be. Hmm... means the other two aren't far behind. Follow me, boy." She starts heading pavillion-ward. ] * Khyra wraps up her song, keeping an ear out for this strange conversation. She's a bit annoyed at being interrupted, but it sounds interesting, and she's a good enough actress to not let the irritation show on her face. * Theodore looks slightly puzzled and looks over to his head guard. "Keep the caravan ready to move. And anyone else in the family coming?" * Theodore does take steps after the old woman though. * Maimun looks back towards his horse, sighs a little, then turns back to Khyra, who has not quite burst into her next song, and applauds a little. [ The guard blinks at Theo. "Ah... no sir, not that we've been told." ] * Khyra smiles and bows her head to Maimun in appreciation. [ The crowd claps appreciatively for Khyra; a few walk up and present a handful of gold marks for her trouble, then head on their merry way. The sleeping one gets smacked in the back of a head by a friend, who then pays a little extra and drags the guy off, fuming. ] * Theodore nods curtly. "That's what I thought. Send a porter for me if the situation changes." He then keeps after the crone. [ The guard salutes. "Yes sir." ] * Maimun bows back a little himself. * Khyra calls thanks to the leaving patrons, then swiftly pockets the gold marks. She then turns a curious eye towards the approaching crone. (Presumably I can see her coming?) [ The crone keeps walking, directly toward Khyra. "Aha, I knew they'd be here soon enough. There's the Wind-dancer, and the Stormsinger..." She indicates Khyra and Maimun with her cane. ] (Irrespective. She refers to Khyra as 'stormsinger'.) (And yes, you can both see her and Theodore by now.) (Aww, they get cool nicknames :P) (You got skywalker!) * Khyra raises an eyebrow. "Stormsinger, you say?" Her speaking voice is, like her singing voice, clear and pleasant. (No, I was little wrench) * Theodore eyes the other two curiously. He does add a five mark piece to the pile though, as he had listened before running off. * Khyra smiles brightly at Theodore. "Thank you, kind sir." She adds this to her tally. (You and Mags are too earthy for weird poetic nicknames.) * Maimun glances at the woman pointing at him, and suddenly flips a single coin Khyra-ward and starts walking towards his horse a little quickly. * Khyra deftly catches and pockets it, then turns her attention back to the crone. [ The crone cackles a little, and nods, reaching into her caftan. "Yea, that you be. I don't have much in the way of gold, girl, but I can give you a better present." She holds out what appears to be a slightly-larger-than-average lacquered playing card. She also says, without moving, "Ha, and the wind-dancer's running away. Typical." ] * Theodore nods and looks to the crone, he's patient for now and just awaits what else she'll say. * Khyra reaches out and takes the card, then carefully looks at it. * Maimun seems to wince as if physically struck by the implied insult of the crone, but that only stops his walking for a second or so. (Bear with me a sec.) [ The card is The Lovers, although the real world tarot is a mystery to you. The crone produces a like one for Theodore: the Emperor. "Madame Teros provides when destiny asks, my lovelies. Don't forget that." ] * Khyra is still looking at her card. "Destiny, you say. What sort of destiny?" She looks up at the crone and waves the card slightly. * Maimun stops walking dead in his tracks and whirls back around to face the three. He seems to glare at the woman. How you can tell this with his hood up is up to you! (His posture, probably.) (A good guess. ^^;) [ The crone grins at Khyra. "Ah, now, it wouldn't be destiny if you knew ahead of time, now would it? But if you like, I can take a look and see what I can tell you. For... a reasonable fee." ] * Theodore takes the card and looks at it for a moment. He then looks over Maimun and takes a moment to remember anything he can make out of his posture before glancing back to the woman. "I thank you. And would be willing to pay a *reasonable* fee." He seems to imply that there definately are unreasonable fees out there. * Khyra gets an "ah, I see what this is" expression on her face. "And reasonable is?" * Theodore doesn't seem displeased by the card, but he also seems to have some reservation. For now he listens. [ The crone's grin widens; she's missing a few teeth. "Let's say five marks. I know for sure you've got that much." She heads toward the yurt, hobbling along. "You going to stare at my back all day?" she seems to adress to nobody in particular. ] * Maimun glares at her as she walks off towards the yurt, then approaches the other two people quietly. * Khyra considers this. She did have a very good take today, so... * Khyra stands up, brushes off her skirts, tucks the harp under one arm, and looks at Maimun. * Theodore arcs an eyebrow slightly at give marks but reluctantly gathers a few coins, awaiting his turn. For now he flits his attention between Khyra, the crone, and the approaching Maimun. [ The crone enters the yurt! Presumably, at some point, so do you! ] * Maimun looks back at Khyra, and says in a solarian accent, "Well? Are you going to pay this 'Madame Teros'?" The name seems to annoy him greately. * Theodore follows her, keenly observing the environs. He occassionally seems to recognize items, or be slightly surprised as if he expected things to be slightly different. I feel like satisfying my curiosity today, and so long as five marks is all she asks, then yes. [ It's a yurt! There's a small wooden table and a chest of clothes. Wooden stools have produced themselves from some arcane corner in front of the table; three exactly, and there was a grand total of 0 when you were in here before, Khyra. "Have a seat." She takes one more card and puts it on the chest, then withdraws an entire deck of them and begins running them through her hands expertly. ] (Some notes: 1.) I had this idea before Arcana ever started, and 2.) the real-world tarot don't exist in the OW world. Nobody's heard of them. ) (3. THunder. @_@) * Maimun looks off towards the yurt and, in profile, a smile can be seen on his face. His skin seems to be a non-solarian color. "I am curious, but it's not beacuse of what she seems to want to tell us, that's for sure. Shall we walk, then?" Yes, let's. * Khyra enters the yurt with Maimun, and carefully does not react to the mysterious appearance of stools. Or that this was a private tent and not a place set up for travelers to change in. Aheh. ^^; (Be right back. Gonna go skim the weather forecast just in case. Won't take long.) * Theodore seems to have listend somewhat to the discussion as he walked. "I take it you two also do not know each other." No, today was the first time I've seen any of you. Including Madame Teros, there. * Theodore also reaches inside his jacket and takes out two business cards. "Myself as well. My name is Theodore Godspeed." He says Godspeed as if he expects people to recognize it, but does not care if they do not. "I've always believed that our fortunes are earned and not assigned, but there is certainly no harm in listening to ones elders." * Maimun seems to grimace at the Teros name again, then, after Theo talks, says, "I have not met any of you before either." He looks over to the fortuneteller. "And there can be harm, if she's a fake." * Khyra accepts the card. "I am Khyra Westwind." (Okay! They aren't saying anything terrible, so we'll keep going.) (Khyra definitely recognizes the Godspeed name if she grew up in Mullenwald. Maimun might know it as a powerful merchant family.) * Khyra then adds, "Ah, of *the* Godspeed family?" (Have you all gone in yet or are you outside?) (All in) (I think we're all inside.) (We are in.) [The cards for the record are of good paper stock and printing. Theodore's name is on them as with the title of Entrepeneur.] [ "Madame Teros" smiles again as you enter, and puts her deck down on the table before handing the third card -- The Wheel of Fortune -- to Maimun. "Well, then. Produce your five marks, and I shall do my best to see into the future." ] * Theodore nods. "The same." Slight tone of pride in his voice. * Khyra gets a slightly distant look in her eyes. "Someday, perhaps..." Then she shakes her head and digs five single mark coins out of her coin purse and sets them on the table. She carefully sits on one of the stools and balances the harp on her lap again. * Maimun seems more focused on Madame Teros. He looks at his card, then says, directly at her, "I will not pay someone who takes on a false name, and one so blatantly false as well." * Theodore smiles slightly at the ambitioun he suspects on Khyra's part. He then turns to watch the confrontation. [ The verbal abuse doesn't seem to bother her one bit; she takes the marks and throws them in the chest, then lays out a single card: The Moon. "Ah, it fits. The heavens' stone is waiting for the three who walk the sky." ] * Theodore seems somewhat amused by the prospect, than he stops pensively and mutters something about mining prospects. * Khyra hmms softly. Idly, she fingers one of her harp strings. [ She hmms and turns over the second and third cards: the Two of Pentacles and the Three of Swords. "If there be three who walk the skies, there are two who rule the earth." She flips over the fourth card, the Star. "Following a sailor's friend is how they progress." ] * Theodore follows along for a bit and then takes out a small leather bound note book and quickly jots down the prophecies, taking care to make a simple sketch of the cards and get the wording precisely. * Maimun listens, but he's not liking it! Nope. [ She flips over another card: the Page of Swords. "A learned man gathers those of the sky and those of the land." She pauses, then turns over a final card. It, however, is blank. This takes even the old crone by surprise, although the most she does is raise an eyebrow. ] And what, exactly, does the last mean? (Manufacturing defect.) [ "To be honest, my girl, I don't really know." ] That's never happened before? * Theodore actually looks slightly impressed at the admission. [ The woman shakes her head. "I don't own any blank cards, stormsinger. Not a one." ] * Maimun seems to smile again. "Except that one, of course?" Then how did that get there? [ She shrugs, still looking a big perplexed. "A sign from the spirits, maybe? Or someone else..." This doesn't seem to faze Madame Teros for long; she busts out another tooth-gap grin. "Perhaps it's a way of saying that what choices mortals make, make the future unclear." ] * Theodore smiles slightly at that. "I think I'd be a little disturbed were anything else the case." I much prefer that idea. [ She levels her eyes at Khyra. "After all, the future is barely a few breaths away. The only thing between you and a future as a housemaid was the phrase 'I don't want to', wasn't it?" She turns to Theodore. "The words 'I want it' are what kept you going, weren't they?" She finally fixes her eyes, which are now visible as a luminous shade of green, on Maimun. "The words 'Please help me' are what were between you and death, weren't they?" ] [ She cackles one more time. "Ah, yes. The future that could be and the now that is... separated by mere words! Even a string is thicker than that!" ] * Khyra actually looks taken aback. * Theodore keeps his cool and doesn't seem all that surprised. "I am a Godspeed, we work hard for progress." * Maimun seems to be taken aback as well, and says in a whisper. "Despite your false show-woman's name..." [ Madame Teros waves a finger at Maimun reproachfully. "Don't you go threatening an old woman like me." She stands and collects the cards, throwing them in the trunk. The lid falls shut after she does so. "It's been a gas and a half, my darlings, but this old mother must go." ] * Khyra plinks one harp-string softly and recomposes herself. * Theodore nods. "Thank you. Do you need the card returned?" [ She grins her toothless grin again. "Nay, my lad, nay. They're yours. Maybe better to say, they're you." ] * Theodore has a faint trace of a grin. "Well, if I'm an Emperor, I have a king over me, one who I'm quite content to be ruled by. But nonetheless thank you." * Theodore then steps outside of the tent. [ There is nothing outside the tent. You literally step onto nothing. Black as far as the eye can see. ] * Khyra nods to the old woman. "Well, then, if there's nothing else, I shall be going. Thank you for your... sight." [ Grin grinnity gringrin. "You're always welcome." ] * Khyra stands up, brushes out her skirts, tucks the harp under her arm again and heads for the exit, although perhaps Theodore is still blocking it. * Theodore seems taken aback by this. He calls back into the tent. "Get out here quickly." He then proceeds as fast as he feels he can safely towards his caravan, testing the air to see if smoke darkens it. "Guards? What has happened?" (I didn't say that right. There's *nothing* out there. You are standing on black. Matte black.) (Slight retcon then) * Maimun frowns at the woman, and flips the card in his hands nimbly. He finally says, in what feels like almost a humbled tone, "Your name is still very poorly chosen." (There's the feeling of standing on a 'solid object', but it's BLACK.) (Actually just drop the 'testing the air' then) * Khyra steps outside and blinks. "What in the world is *this*? What's going on?" [ Madame smiles at Maimun without further comment. The second everyone's back is turned, should you go to look for her again, you find a scarecrow sitting in her chair. The table and your stools are gone. As is the chest. ] (And we're almost done, so never fear.) * Maimun glances towards the entrance to the tent, and when he looks back, everything is gone! He blinks a few times, then sighs and walks to the entrance. * Khyra turns to go back into the tent and gives a shocked cry. "What manner of... of... *trickery* is going on here?!" [ The scarecrow has no answer. ] * Maimun smiles helplessly, then says, as he sees the blackness, "It is all I could expect from someone who had twisted her name." * Theodore seems more than a little put out, he comes back to check the tent and then steps outside. Some manner of magic, but nothing ever mentioned in my education. * Khyra stalks over to the scarecrow and grips its arm. Her hair and skirts swirl wildly behind her. [ It is made of straw. Other than that, the scarecrow seems fairly non-threatening. It's actually not very frightening, but you're not a crow, either. ] * Khyra lets it go and looks up at Maimun. "What was wrong with her name?" * Dicesuke (akodomakot@ip68-13-166-245.om.om.cox.net) has joined #otherworld (Hold up just a sec while THeo makes his roll.) 2d6+1 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Theodore (2d6+1) and gets 8. * Dicesuke was kicked by Todd (Guten nacht, jackass.) (Go!) * Theodore still seems quite unsettled but he stands still for the moment to listen to Maimun. No point wasting energy running around unntil he has more information. * Maimun sighs slightly, then says in an uncertain tone, "It was as if she had made it up from a story she misremembered from her childhood." Does such a fortune teller appear in Solarian legends? (Keep talking. The scarecrow does not attack. Also, forecast: 100% chance of black.) I don't recall a tale like that... * Khyra also sounds a bit uncertain, though. * Maimun blinks, then smiles faintly again. "My accent has betrayed me. I apologize." He pulls his hood down, revealing black hair and black eyes, but a non-solarian skin-color. "It is what you would call the origin story of..." he glances over at Khyra. (Non-solarian what now?) (He has makeup on. Which is why he bought the makeup in the first place. ^_~) (Ah.) (Works really well! Until you feel the need to open your mouth.) (Occasionally worth the time to tell the GM such things.) * Theodore smiles slightly. "Take no great shame in your accent, I've heard far worse. But she dwelled in a Solarian tent and I have no childhood stories she reminds me of, so the conclusion seemed obvious." (Well-reasoned! We have such a smart group.) (Nobody has less than 6 mind, for example. c.c;) * Khyra nods. "At any rate, the origina of what?" (origin, rather) (We are smart, even if we can't spell!) * Maimun looks back towards Theodore and smiles a little, then says, "It is said that Mother Teros was a seeress who, in union with Karatha, gave birth to the children of the desert." (Karatha = Solarian sun god. Any traveller knows this.) * Khyra looks intrigued. "Karatha I have heard of, of course, but not Mother Teros before now. Please go on, if you would?" * Theodore nods and looks slightly dismayed at himself for not having known this story. He listens with interest. (Also of note: You can probably reason out that Maimun != Solarian merchant, as the current merchant government frowns on the old religion of which Karatha was the central figure.) ( Whee we're so smart! ) (Yay brains!) * Maimun turns towards Khyra and says simply, "Perhaps later, when we are not..." he turns to look out into the blackness. "Where we are. The reason I called it a false name is because Madame is a word from Mullenwald." His voice goes a bit sullen. "Someone who respected her would never use that name." Ahh, now I see. * Khyra looks around her. "And, yes. Let us find a way out of this dratted blackness first, and then we can exchange tales." [ You can hear a voice. Faint. "..aster. Young master! Young master?!" ] * Theodore nods and looks pensive. He also looks over his notes again glancing briefly at the card. His studies are shaken when he hears the voice. * Theodore cups his hands and shouts back at the voice as best he can. "Hello! I'm here!" * Khyra turns her head in the direction of the voice. [ You blink! All humans blink. And when you next blink you're on your backs, on the grass, looking at the sky, and in Theodore's case the head guard. You're all quite wet. "Young master! Finally." ] * Maimun was in the process of putting his hood back up from the second he heard the voice. Ugh! Why on earth am I wet? (Which doesn't work so well on your back, but there you go!) * Khyra pushes herself into a sitting position and checks on her harp. * Theodore slowly gets up and tries to brush himself off while getting up with as much dignitiy as he can manage. It appears we encountered someone possessing great magic or powers of some sort. Is the caravan alright? * Maimun sits up as well, and starts squeezing water out of parts of his robe. [ The harp is a little damp, but it'll live. You are also a little damp; the head guard gets a sheepish look. "Sorry, miss, but you three all blacked out and wouldn't wake, so we tried the spring wat... uh, yes, sir. Nothing else out of the ordinary's happened." ] * Khyra dries off her harp, then brushes her damp curls back over her shoulder. "Well. That was unexpected." She stands up. [ Should you look around: No yurt. ] (Being pulled away. BVery RB. ^_^;) * Khyra does look around! She grumbles. "Of course she's gone..." [ The head guard blinks Khyra-ward. "She who, miss?" ] * Theodore puruses the area briefly and then addresses his head guard. "When we arrived here, I suspect you noticed only the pavalion and no desert tent. Am I correct?" [ He headbobbles. "Ah, yes sir. The young miss started playing, then you and this gentleman walked over to her, and then you sort of... passed out." ] No tent, no woman. What in all the world have I just gotten myself into? * Theodore nods. "Thank you. We shall attend to ourselves for a moment. See to the caravan." He then checks and presumably whether he possess an Emperor card or any written record of the fortune. (Drop presumably) [ Depending on where you put them, however, the cards remain. The guard nods and heads off to his duties, though he looks slightly dubious of the young master's sanity. ]] [ As for the notebook, it and your notes are intact. ] * Khyra pulls her own card from inside her sleeve and studies it for a moment, then looks at Theodore. "I assume yours is still with you?" * Theodore smiles and nods. "Excellent, I was afraid I would have to rely on my memory. Although I must say I am disappointed in the faith of family's men." * Theodore does show his card to Khyra as well as his prophecy notes. * Khyra nods. "I suppose the next question would be, how much stock do you put in 'destiny,' Master Godspeed?" * Maimun continues squeezing water and stands as well. He looks over at the two, but does not speak up. Fairly little. But I put a great deal of stock in power, and we've just seen quite a demonstration. I would invite the two of you to travel with me for a time, at least until we have some better idea of what occured. Our caravan is presently traveling to Heidelstrass, is that your location as well? * Khyra smiles pleasantly. "That is a most gracious invitation. I shall accept gladly, for I must admit that my curiosity has been piqued. And as for location, I travel where I will. Heidelstrass is as good as any other destination for the present time." She looks over at Maimun. "And you?" (Oh, and quick check, you two haven't given your names, right? Going to ask but if you had then the miss was on my part, not Theo's) (Only Theo has given his name.) (I did, actually, but I'm not sure if anyone caught it.) * Maimun speaks up, obviously trying to not be overheard. "Heidelstrass... I must echo the songstress's sentiment. I can find nowhere else I truly needed to be." (Maybe I didn't. I thought I had, but I can't find it. ^^;) * Dicesuke (akodomakot@ip68-13-166-245.om.om.cox.net) has joined #otherworld * Theodore seems slightly bemused by his aimless companions, but he only shows it a little. "Although, I would ask for you do me the honor of telling me your names, so I might know how to properly refer to you." (I ditched him prematurely. Listening checks!) Forgive me for being remiss. I am Khyra Westwind. * Khyra cursties slightly. 2d6-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Khyra (2d6-2) and gets 4. 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Theodore (2d6) and gets 6. 2d6-4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Maimun (2d6-4) and gets 0. (I think that's a yes.) (Well, since all of you made it...) [ You can hear two male voices talking on the far side of the Godspeed caravan carts! Theo recognizes one of the voices as a Godspeed engineer. "Hey, did you hear the news?" The other voice is a colloquial sounding male. "Nae, no. What of it?" "Another Magister went missing up in Heidelstrasse. They say this one was looking for Selenium after he saw Old Lady Teros!" ] * Khyra gestures with the hand not holding her harp and quirks a smile. "Fate. It seems that much is happening in Heidelstrasse." (You can make an Occult *or* Physical Sciences/Geology check if you'd like.) * Theodore smiles slightly at that. "A pleasure to meet you then Khyra Westwind, as it was a pleasure to hear..." He then quiets up and listens to the discussion. "Quite odd." (Specialties?) (I have neither, so.) (Geology for Physical Sciences. Uh... I dunno for Occult. What ARE Occult's specialties?) (No idea.) * Maimun hears the discussion as well, and says, "Quite odd. My name is Maimun." (Not really appropriate. I assumed talents/powers/magic) (Lemme look it up.) 2d6-1 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Maimun (2d6-1) and gets 3. (Occult) (But hey, I made my phys-science check!) 2d6-1 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Theodore (2d6-1) and gets 8. (No) 2d6-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Theodore (2d6-2) and gets 7. (Astronlogy, channeling, numerology, rituals, spirits, tarot, voodoo, witchcraft are what the book lists.) (Yes barely on the phy-science) (Uh... "none of the above", so.) * Khyra nods politely to Maimun while still keeping an ear out for any further discussion. ( Mullenwaldens know that Magisters rarely if ever leave Stromgarde, and if they do it's for something major. ) * Theodore nods towards Maimun. "And well met Maimun. Hmm.. Selenium." He flips back through his notebook again. Something so valuable that it would bring a Magister out of Stromgarde? * Maimun looks at Theodore flipping through his notebook, and asks curiously, "Do you take notes on everything you see or hear?" ( Yes! It means I don't have to make skill checks.) * Theodore smiles slightly. "My memory is fallable, my notes, less so. And it would appear we may have a very interesting destiny indeed." * Theodore 's smiling more by the end as he looks on the page and verifies that he's correctly remembering what he wrote down. [ The engineer keeps talking. "There was this kid engineer in town, too... had a cart on metal wheels that ran solely off a steam engine! 'Course, a wheel fell off in the middle of the street. Then this old guy helped him put it back on." He pauses. "Come to think of it, Old Lady Teros was hanging around then, too." ] The old woman certainly seems to get around, doesn't she? * Maimun says quietly, "Yes, she does." Unless it's several women using the same name. Reputation, and all. But that seems unlikely, especially given what you have just told us. * Theodore jots that down too as he listens. "Engineers as one of the earth persons perhaps. Worth investigating certainly." * Maimun seems slightly confused, then says, quietly, "You two certainly seem to believe this fate whole-heartedly." He smiles in amusement. "Perhaps I should call you both Stormsinger and Skywalker, then?" [ The head guard jogs over. "Young master! We're ready to go any time." ] I'm not certain I believe in this fate, so much as I am simply curious. And you may call me whatever you prefer. Stormsinger does have a certain sound to it... At any rate, I must change into something dryer and more practical for the road. If you will excuse me, I shall meet you back here shortly. * Theodore grins. "A fate involving new inventions and Slenium is one I'm certainly willing to pursue, but my name is Godspeed, and I'll have no other." * Theodore nods at his guards and heads over. He calls after Khyra. "Just come to our caravan, I'll hold it for you. The men would likely appreciate some music as we travel." Then I shall gladly provide. * Khyra heads off to where her horses are tethered, to pack and change to traveling clothes. * Theodore then starts back to the caravan and glances back to Maimun. "So do you need to change?" * Maimun smiles a little. "The wind will dry me, I am sure. I will bring Imad along shortly." He turns towards the horses himself and walks. * Theodore nods, reaches the caravan, and takes off his jacket, handing it to a porter. "I think the rest of me shall be dry shortly, but tend to this as we go please." (Shall I type out my return, or are we about to end?) [ The porter takes it! People change! The troupe sets out... to Eidelweiss! I mean Heidelstrass! End mini! ]