Brood didn't understand much of the story that the Rudaa spoke, but the emotion and vulnerability of the tale were palpable. It was clear to Brood that Mrith had chosen to share something personal in response to her own strange story from the past.
Brood let the momentary silence pass over the pair, staring into the embers of the campfire. In some sense, Brood had always been at war with the fiends. How could life be any different? But Mrith's "prologue" touched some part of her brain that she hadn't visited in a while. Was it a wistfulness for a freedom from duty? That wasn't quite right, but it captured some part of it. Mrith clearly had chosen a path not to avoid her duty from now on. Yet her tones held a certain melancholy...
"Those who are strong are the ones who choose to protect others," Brood responded to Mrith's last comment, after a long pause, "I do it not for duty, but because it is the path I have chosen to walk. To change the destiny of those whose destiny has had them shackled. For whom such a thing as choice and freedom are only figments of their imagination."
Brood looked closely at Mrith, assessing her, "Whatever hesitation has plagued you has been left far behind you. You have the eyes of a warrior."
She considered her for a moment, wondering. She seemed about to say something for an instant, then stopped.
After Brood's praised her, her smile broadened with amusement quickly tried to hide by changing calming her expression. She did not want to give the impression that she was taking her lightly or that there was anything to be embarrassed about, and so she did not pause to speak her mind, suspecting that she would have noticed.
"I must explain. I chose to abandon such freedom for the sake of duty. And my duty is not to do battle... mine is a most tedious destiny that can at times feel like being shackled. You look at the sky and wonder how far you would be if you didn't have to stay to care for those that need you to tell them what needs doing. But that is my duty to my kin and people. Fighting this here war is another form of duty I am using to... momentarily free myself of other duties. Duty to the world, you could say, though perhaps with a pinch of self-gratification. And the world should come first, all should agree, yes? Better still, officially I do not fight, I am but a diplomat."
The amusement returned to her face. Quite satisfied with herself, though with a bit of sadness in her eyes. "I am not a warrior, Brood. Until quite recently I had never really fought for my life or for another's, and even then it felt pretty one-sided. If anything, you could say that I am a hunter. But not an hesitant one, granted."
Thinking back on why she had come to speak with her to begin with, she changed the subject. "Were you hoping for tales about Wainraith? I have precious few that can be told and even then almost all are from Nevh's perspective."
Tinker looks a little startled to be addressed out of the blue. "I'm your who now?" He glances from Nallaul to Bane. "Oh, right, the thing with the rapey guy down below."
It's Bane's turn to look confused now. "What?"
"Yeah, his head's over there somewhere." He gestures to where Sublime and the three heads are. "Granted, I'd have killed him anyway, since he was a d!ck of colossal magnitude well before then." he looks back to Nallau. "Surprised that you're here with me when you could be making kissy-face with my sister to be honest. Not that I'm complaining of course, to be honest it's more than a little creepy as far as I'm concerned."
Sublime laughs. "True enough. He's far too concerned about magic this and OOC - I like to imagine her doing a Robin Williams impression herephenomenal cosmic power that. How he enjoys that sort of thing is beyond me. If I wasn't convinced that he was asexual then I'd suspect he sleeps with magical tomes and treatises."
There is a momentary hush, followed by a hollering cheer, radiating out from the Children around what was once an inn. Even a quick glance makes it quickly evident why as the Shadow that Walks, also known as Coiya or the Sword in the Dark, exits the building along with a large group of other Children, all of whom were known by reputation at least among the other Children and i.e. everyone except Adameven among the investigators.
Breaker, Keeper of the Firstborn, was a Shadowkin - pitch black skin, stark white hair tied into a thin tail at the nape of his neck but otherwise cut short and piecing yellow eyes. It was impossible to give his youthful face a region and even the age was suspect for any Shadowkin, let alone one living on the Plane of Shadows. He was considerably shorter than not only Coiya but shorter than most of the other Keepers too. He had a matt black sword at his hip, which had a tendency to blend in with his armour.
Rising, Keeper of the Waking Dream, was tall, dark-haired and pale-skinned, with dull brown eyes and a distinctly Shalian/Sharakan look, rather than the mixing pot of most multi-generational Children. He was otherwise one of the more unassuming of the Keepers, as well as the youngest of them (but still have two hundred years old). Unlike most of the others, he had a pair of daggers attached to his belt rather than a single weapon.
Dancer, Keeper of the Black Bones, looked like a cheery clean-shaven middle-aged man with a mop of brown hair and brown eyes. Of course, this was an appearance worn for the benefit of others, given that he was not only one of the original Keepers but a Lich and necromancer of considerable skill and power. Unlike most Children, he didn't wear armour, but a patch-work black/grey robe with arcane symbols stitching it together. Like most non-fighters among the Children his 'sword' was a dagger, hanging openly at his belt.
Mercy, Keeper of the Last Breath, had a somewhat...off quality to her. She looked young, with long dark hair, yet there was something about her red eyes that made her look much, much older. While many if not most Children were impossible for Freeborn to assign an ethnicity to, Mercy was the same to other Children, even the other Keepers. The pale skin and red eyes were the first clue as to why: Mercy was a vampire, but not just any old vampire, she was quite possibly the oldest still living vampire in the entire cosmos as far as the Children knew and supposedly one of the first ones ever created.
Wit, Keeper of the Old Blood, was of middling age and height, with dirty blond hair, green eyes and something between heavy stubble and a short beard. Like Dancer, he wore patch-work robes, albeit in mostly dark earthy colours, and had a dagger at his hip rather than a sword. The two of them were also similarly cheery and known to get on very well and even had similar magic (Wit being a conjurer/summoner).
Strider, Keeper of the True Dawn, was a middle-aged woman with short reddish hair and blue eyes, with a plethora of tools, trinkets and magic items dangling from the overcoat she wore over her armour. At first glance, she didn't appear to be carrying a weapon on her, but given what little even the Freeborn knew about about the Children, it seemed unlikely that she didn't have one on her somewhere.
Ruin, Keeper of the Wild Soul, looked to be a woman in her prime, with dirty blond hair and yellow eyes with slight bags under them, making her appear tired. Despite this, she had a very serene and controlled air about her. Her long hair was even slicked backwards, presumably with some kind of wax, and both her clothing and armour was similarly pristine. This, coming from a Lycanthrope in particular, was a little jarring. She had a dagger at her hip, despite otherwise looking more like a fighter than a mage.
Future, Keeper of the Young Heart, was a young Tiefling woman with dark curly hair, dark skin and brown eyes. More importantly she was visibly pregnant, with a dagger at her hip and wrapped in a cloak of dark furs. The only real sign of her Tiefling nature were a pair of small horns just above her temples.
Coiya himself was in his usual guise - that of a humanoid shadow with pointed 'ears' that appeared completely featureless except for its grey eyes.
With some parting words between them, the group soon split up. Coiya and Future head towards the the tent with the young children in, where Vulcar, Celes and Cypher were already. Dancer heads over to check out the heads near Sublime and Adam. Breaker and Strider head towards another nearby building, quickly disappearing within. Mercy and Ruin head towards the central bonfire, talking among themselves. Wit makes his way towards Tinker, Bane and now, Nallaul too. Finally, Rising approaches a gathering of children, amongst whom L'arabiel seems to have finally made her own appearance. Perhaps surprisingly for a famous paladin, she doesn't appear to be wearing any form of armour or carrying a weapon, however her wings and general stature were enough to give her away to everyone except for the two Children, who will need to make a DC 25 Knowledge Religion check to identify herthose who knew of her.
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"I'll be honest. Yours is the first face I recognised. Plus I'm sure I heard the words magic items. Wizard's curiosity. Also looking to expand my social circle."
On Ira he shrugged. "I did try to buff you all for hat particular fight. Alas your spell resistance protected you all except Lady."
On Lady/Sulion he says "Oh I intend on seeking her out later. I am given to understand she's busy just now."
Nallaul realises he's being rude and speaks to Bane. "Hello. I am Nallaul. Forgive my rudeness. Who might you be? Oh wait, you were the one on the dragon."
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"Yes, arachnomancer is the correct term. Bane is a good name. Intimidating with brevity."
When the newcomer arrives, Nallaul gives him a brief nod and proceeds to correct him. "Actually most monstrous spiders are mindless. Very few varieties have any sort of intelligence. The phase spider for example. My favourite spider, and it can phase. Do not get me wrong, I find spiders to be fascinating creatures, I just do not revere them. Studying them took away their mystique. A view which I had ever expressed in the Underdark, would have led to my organs being extracted."
On Tinker's problem, Nallaul thinks. He strokes his hair absent mindedly. Eventually he speaks. "Use both Diamonds and fulgarite. If you divert the initial flow into multiple vessels such as fulgarite, your delicate components are better able to withstand the lightning. Using multiple paths is best I think."
She considered her for a moment, wondering. She seemed about to say something for an instant, then stopped.
After Brood's praised her, her smile broadened with amusement quickly tried to hide by changing calming her expression. She did not want to give the impression that she was taking her lightly or that there was anything to be embarrassed about, and so she did not pause to speak her mind, suspecting that she would have noticed.
"I must explain. I chose to abandon such freedom for the sake of duty. And my duty is not to do battle... mine is a most tedious destiny that can at times feel like being shackled. You look at the sky and wonder how far you would be if you didn't have to stay to care for those that need you to tell them what needs doing. But that is my duty to my kin and people. Fighting this here war is another form of duty I am using to... momentarily free myself of other duties. Duty to the world, you could say, though perhaps with a pinch of self-gratification. And the world should come first, all should agree, yes? Better still, officially I do not fight, I am but a diplomat."
The amusement returned to her face. Quite satisfied with herself, though with a bit of sadness in her eyes. "I am not a warrior, Brood. Until quite recently I had never really fought for my life or for another's, and even then it felt pretty one-sided. If anything, you could say that I am a hunter. But not an hesitant one, granted."
Thinking back on why she had come to speak with her to begin with, she changed the subject. "Were you hoping for tales about Wainraith? I have precious few that can be told and even then almost all are from Nevh's perspective."
"Fighting is not the only way to be a warrior," Brood notes. She doesn't say this aloud, but it is clear to her that despite Mrith's dismissal, the Rudaa possesses the aura of someone who will stand behind her beliefs, and face destiny when it comes her way. Even if Mrith was not always like this, her current experiences made this aura perceptible, at least to Brood. No, Mrith definitely had what it took to be a warrior...
Instead of saying this, Brood merely shrugs her shoulders, her piercing eyes returning to the sky. After the pairs sharing, Brood felt surprisingly comfortable sharing secrets. And if it was true that Mrith was a hunter...
"Well, I suppose I am not entirely interested in Wainraith. I guess I just assumed that since he was the most infamous person on my list of individuals to scope out, that I ought to at least learn more about."
Brood removed The two faces of the coin were of a man and a women, with both always grinning, however the exact face changed whenever you weren't looking at it or the coin was turned over and it never repeated the same face twicea coin from her pockets, flicking it in the air towards Mrith.
"I've been asked to return this coin to its owner. The Sword in the Dark mentioned that..."
The rest of Brood's sentence was momentarily drowned out by the roaring crowd. And as is often the way with conversations, just as she spoke his name, the Shadow that Walks appeared from the inn nearby with all of the Keepers. Brood silently and humbly bows her head, acknowledging the presence of their great leaders amongst them.
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Reason: The others can't see the thread you linked to so I changed the TT to a description of the coin
Her attention shifted to the Sword in the Dark as well when Brood's own did.
She would nod acknowledgingly to him if he looked in her general direction, but otherwise wouldn't do much more than smile throughout the procession.
Then looking back to Brood, on whose conversation her thoughts hadn't really left despite the brief interruption.
Pointing at the coin without moving her arm.
"Interesting bauble, this. Do you have the name of the owner?"
Giving it another, sharper look. She squinted while rubbing mouth sideways pensively. Then pointed at it again with two fingers of the same hand.
"May I?"
ooc : Mrith would try assert the nature of the coin and discern its properties and the way it works. And also try to activate it with a Use Magic Item if allowed to handle the object. Provided she doesn't get a bad impression from it first.
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When her discussion with Brood would end, she would join L'arabiel in whichever discussion she would be having then. "So good to see you again! For you there must much to celebrate, I must imagine!"
She'd poise herself leaning slightly forward, quickly trying to assess in her demeanor whether any physical contact was expected or hoped for in greeting, and which kind if any.
"I spoke with some of these godlings. They seem to come from this world, but not quite. As if a different reality such as those seen by the Oracle. What do you make of them?"
She would probably have a similar conversation with Wainraith, but this was only meant to be an introduction topic with her. She had other things to talk about in mind.
Looking at it further, she paused again. "The archmage Wainraith has a similar coin. He brought it back from the world beyond death. A tale in its own right."
Her smile broadened slightly further. "Hopefully your coin's owner isn't there or bringing it back might be unpleasant. Could be that Val'erin is handing them out to those that get close enough. And if that is so, why? A blessing? A means to spy into this world, or even return? Perhaps even a game used to set up a stage."
Whatever the case, considering who seemed to be the one making them, or at least who those coins represented, it was bound to be interesting.
"You might want to show it to Wainraith. See what happens when they are together. I know I'd like to."