[Game Thread] Unfortunate Implications

[Cash]

Shocked by Sadies reaction Marros face kinda twitches. He is completely unsure how to act. Luckily before he tries to delve into another lie Matthias steps in to try and loose our attention. There is still a shocked look in his face as he tries to do something all while thinking in his head why couldn't she just go for the lie.

[Fragmaster01]

"Tch, whatever." The brute wanders off, muttering something about "Dang kids." The rest of the crowd seems to get bored with your antics and continues their shopping, though a few newcomers turn their heads as well.

[Moridain]

Sadie shuffles her feet, "C-can we keep going? I don't want these people to keep looking at me."

[Cash]

Marros left out a sigh of release. He tensed up alot when said glared,at him. He makes a,quick glance around to see how, many people are actually looking at them. Yeah we better get out of here He takes the lead this time well she ain't getting a present now he thinks as he pouts alittle glad he is infront so no ones sees him

actions Dice check to see people looking: 1d20+5 (11)+5 Total = 16 Dice check to find an alley or something to hide in: 1d20+5 (2)+5 Total = 7

[dbaque]

Matthias seems equally relieved. He nods with Marros' comment & tries to help in finding their way someplace less crowded.

 

Dice Perception to aid Marros:

d20+8

(12)+8

Total = 20

Hopefully adding any newly acquired insight into their bearings.
OOC: Should we still avoid tool-tips in posts?

[Fragmaster01]

You manage to find a small sort of indoors cafe, without any people really at it. That should qualify as "empty", right? It's tasty too.
Close your eyes
It's a dark, cellar like place, with a few torches lighting the rosewood used to cover the place. You imagine that most of the lack of clients is due to how it looks, as it's not the most inviting looking place to eat, though you suppose it at least suits your purpose. The remnant smell of one too many dwarves lingers around the bar, and you get a faint whiff of something that smells like overly powdered lamb. You hesitate to wonder what sort of extreme cooking happened in here last night.
All may be told

OOC Yeah, you can use them again. They finally gave up and turned off the setting that was messing it up in the first place.

[dbaque]

Matthias is more than a little relieved to sit down from the already hectic (to say the least) day. The strange voice, however, let's him know that the day is not done with them yet. "Well, we came this far," he thinks. His offers a reassuring smile: "Time to be brave, guys, & figure out what's going on." Once other hearts are resolved, the robed lad closes his eyes.

[Moridain]

Sadie, more than a little worried, watches the others to see if they too are going to close their eyes. If they do, she does so as well, only a small wimper escaping as she does so.

[Cash]

Hearing the words Marros is filled with a mix of excitement and worry. Looking at Sadie and Threnody Don't worry everything will be worked out, somehow ok? Lets see what this is all about. Marros closes his eyes

[Fragmaster01]

It's very colorful in here. Lots of swooshing lights, and images of the floating islands that make up your home country.
The world you know is on the verge of renewal. Great change is coming. But... Feelings of bitterness and spite shoot around in your head, for no immediately discernable reason. He seeks to stop it. To end this progress and keep your people trapped as they are now. Nothing can change while his machinations remain. Those are very big words, creepy voice. Please use more age-appropriate material. With your powers, the king is within your grasp. Remove him from the picture, and allow everyone's dreams to come true. On your shoulders, everything rests..."

Gosh. You don't suppose the king will just... let you kill him, will he? That'd be nice. "For the greater good", you can say it was!

[dbaque]

Matthias spends a very speechless moment reeling from the voice's request. The voice made them out to be...murderers? However, the lad is wonderfully intrigued about this great change, the king's machin... <ahem> plans, & dreams coming true. It is a thoroughly unsettling feeling to be both aghast & curious at the same time, a feeling for which Matthias is rather sore at the voice. He keeps his eyes closed & tries to concentrate at the voice: "What is this great change? What is the king doing to stop it? Wouldn't it be simpler for us to just tell him what he's doing wrong or, you know, for the creepy voice in our heads to tell him this in his head? And for the heavens' sake, why pick us?" He then adds as an afterthought: "And what does that crazy half-elf have to do with any of this?"

[Cash]

A change? Marros was intrigued by these words. He had been working in small ways to help change things. His attempts had all seem futile but this, this sounded promising. One thing had been bugging him while he listened to voice. Why us, why Sadie and Threnody, their innocent and pure. Why throw them into something like this. He has intense worry for them. He doesn't want them getting in over their heads and ending up like him.

[Fragmaster01]

All is not clear, to any involved. To speak to one devoted to their task is to throw pebbles at a mountain, in hopes of collapsing it. Yet one intent on discovering their enemies will ignore those they consider friends. You may walk unnoticed, so long as your intent remains guarded. So... it chose you because you're not suited for the task at all. Gee, thanks. In any case, it's difficult to parse the spirit's words. It seems to move freely from subject to subject, without actually transitioning in a calm manner. Like a kid with a sugar fixation, except bold sounding and authoritative.

The farseer means no harm, pay it no mind. Crude methods, yet potentially profound results.

[dbaque]

"Means no harm?!" Young Matthias was used to cryptic sages speaking of things well over his head, but that didn't mean he'd gotten any more tolerant of it. He barely put up with brother Nicodemus' speeches only because he liked him ... I mean ... the old monk was ok. This voice on the other hand hadn't any redeeming features as of yet. "The farseer, if that's what you call him, left everyone in the square, besides us, trapped in some magical ice! How can we undo that & free them? But more importantly," flexing some of his newly acquired mental acuity (& some of the monks' tutelage), "the voice in our heads & the gifts are neat tricks, but 'great power is oft found far afield of great wisdom'. Why should we believe that your plans will turn out so much better than the king's? He seems to have done a good enough job so far." Those poor monks must have had the patience of saints with this pig-headed boy.

[Fragmaster01]

A show. Designed to impress, not to harm. The spirit seems angered by your insinuation that it's not as impressive as a fat guy in fuzzy robes. Do not doubt the path of nature itself, or you will run afoul of the ways of the world.