From: Naron (naron_at_bigpond.net.au)
Date: Fri Aug 08 2003 - 09:19:34 BST
I have forwarded this to Temorya as well, sorry I missed it. It was one of
the things I was most keen to do last Wednesday too....
> If I may ask, though, can your magic help him? Do we have any healing
> potions available? His testimony could be most useful. Speaking of
> which.."
As much as can be done magically has been done. I can see by his pattern
that his recovery chances are exhausted and it is now down to the tending
you can offer him.
> He draws a deep breath, as if already regretting speaking;
> "The magic of my discipline allows me to experience the last moments
> of the recently deceased. I am of a mind to try this on poor Kaleb,
> to see if any information could be gained from his last moments. The
> magic affords me some fortitude, but it is a dangerous spell
> nonetheless. If I could have a guard for my workshop, around the
> clock, it may prevent any further mishaps, and allow me to work
> securely. Temoya, if I were to do this, would you stand watch for me?
> As another magician, you may be able to assist if I run into
> difficulties.."
> OOC: Experience Death on Kaleb, with karma please.
You snap open your eyes as a sharp pain grips your stomach. You stare into
the mask of a figure. Fashioned from gold in the visage of an Ork woman you
see red glow around the eyes. The mask carries a grin too wide to be on the
face of a true Ork, manic and scary, not friendly and jovial. You feel the
urge to grab your weapon but see a T'skrang in the back of the room call out
Stop and your muscles become rigid.
(All through this discussion you feel the agony as the blade of the Ork
skins you alive)You watch in fear as the Ork faced figure takes her dagger,
sharp and pointed and slices under your flesh. "Slowly" the T'skrang says
"We want him to suffer" and reaches forward, collecting some of the blood
into the chalice, swirling it around and then throwing the blood back onto
the face of Kaleb. "He will suffer" The voice is muffled, but definately
Ork from behind the mask. "The master will want this done well, it will
make the acquisition that much more worthwhile." The voice rings inside the
mask. "Finish him now, or the spell will wear off!" The T'skrang motions
to your hand as it flexes. Quickly the knife dips into your chest and all
goes black.
<You are one below unconscious after this>
> Pean puts the mask down and stretches. Using his adept abilities
> always brought him pleasure, the more so as his discipline unfolded
> before him. Even working at an enjoyable task was draining, however,
> and they had had a demanding day. He gets up from his workbench, and
> makes a cup of the slightly bitter herb tea he prefers, for both
> Temorya and himself. When the diminutive elementalist raises his own
> glance from the mask he is studying, Pean smiles tiredly, and passes
> across the steaming cup.
> "It has a bitter taste, but it will refresh you. I find it improves
> with the trying, and these days I drink little else.
> So what have you found so far? This one;"
> He gestures at the mask he was examining.
> "It is certainly magical. The impression I get from its astral
> counterpart is that it records the experiences of the wearer and
> transmits it...elsewhere. Disturbing. I can understand the horror
> twisted logic that would lead it to be put on Kaleb, but on Shalamar?
> I wonder if the masks have different purposes.. My knowledge of the
> astral realm is still small, perhaps you can shed some light, both
> with your Discipline and your native sight - can we track an astral
> connection? I suppose not, else Horror Stalkers would have an easier
> time of it"
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