TS - Day 04 - Arthenas.

[Hue]

The Touch of Magic.

Draco could feel his outer Simulacra sundering and coalescing beside him.

While Night Raptor was capable of binding the human mind to do his biddings, Draco had learnt to shape his own Simulacra, and create a copy of himself, or merge with the background.

It was more than just an illusion, but it wasn't really a complete copy. People only perceived it to be. And, as a part of the trick, Draco never revealed the nature of his power.


"Impressive."
Goradus applauds softly.
"That was most impressive."

The trainmaster pokes the felled gladiators mercilessly.
"Stand up, you dolts! No time for a nap!"

One of them, manages to rise up, barely.
"That no fair, Dominus!" he croaks "He be magus!"

"Hoc!" coughs the other, removing his badly battered helm.
"He used a... spell."

"Nonsense!" spits the trainer, wrathfully.
"No such thing as Magia! Tall tale. Fable!"

"You got beaten by a man in a gown!"
The man starts kicking the gladiators in the ribs, prompting them to resume fighting.
"Stand up, you maggots!"

Goradus invites Draco out of the Arena.



A Well Furnished Office.

"It was an outstanding performance."
Muses Acathos leading Draco back to his office.

"I must presume your brother is capable of the same feat."
Dracos nods, grudgingly.
No need to reveal mere humans any sensible details.
No more than really necessary, at least.

"Where are you from, Dominus... Draco?"
Goradus pours himself a cup of watered-down wine.

"I can't quite place your attire and accent".
The Magister takes a sip.
How odd, the large skullbone on the dais... it did... twitch? Nah...

"I heard those savages from Aygyros can sometimes turn themselves into wild beasts."
Acathos stares down at his drink, letting it rest a bit in the cup.

"Lovable wine."

Goradus raises his eyes, meeting Draco's gaze.
"I am forgetting my manners!"

He stands, clapping his hands loudly.

"Would like some wine? Oh, my bad... it must be against your religious tenets."

The dark haired ankyra steps by, silently.

"My pet, bring our guest some..."

Goradus stares back at Draco, quizzically.
"Mmm... would you like anything to drink?"

"A nice tall goblet of your finest wine," Draco stated, "I come from a mountainous region to the north called 'The Mountains of Everlasting Fire', further more, I have no 'religous tenets'."

Goradus 'pet' returned with Draco's drink and handed it to him.

"Thank you," Draco said to the servant, "My attire is of my own design, and is custom clothing to my kind, and for my occupation of Sorcerer."

Draco takes a drink of wine, "My, my, my, this is pretty good without some spices that I use."

Draco finishes the wine and asks Goradus, "So what is your story?"

 

[Kalamos]

Fits with the background game infos I have yet to divulge.
If Draco told the truth to Goradus, I can add that to your char sheet.

 

[Hue]

Fits with the background game infos I have yet to divulge.
If Draco told the truth to Goradus, I can add that to your char sheet.

[Draco did tell Goradus the truth! Where else would dragons come from? Also, dragons and their offspring, in this case Night Raptor and Draco (half human and half dragon), have no religious tenets.]

 

[Kalamos]

There are - at least - two more places known to host dragons and dragonkins.
I'll add a "world" map soon.

 

[Kalamos]

Arthenas - A Dingy Cell.

Claws in the Dark.

Active Character:
- Castorp.

The inmate's razorlike hands flutter over your chest, frantically searching for something you fear might be hopelessly lost.

His glowing eyes dart, as if he could piece the darkness, and locate the trinket you used to wear.

"You had it... YOU HAD IT!"

He hisses, unconfortably caressing you with his clammy hands.

You are almost fighting now, to throw him back, to shove him off of you, when you sense something warm blossoming just below your neck.

You can't believe it, but a shiny red halo, not unlike the prisoner's eyes, is now faintly glowing on your own chest.

You stare at the pulsing outline, and the inmate clicks his tongue, in the dark.
He lunges forward, groping for your neck.

Argh! Stand back! No! NO!

He manages to get a hold of your chest, clinging on the reddish glow as if it were a real object.

For a brief moment, the ghost medallion pulses brightly, lightening the cell for a fleeting heartbeat.

You spy the disfigured features of a badly mangled humanoid: strings of lurid hair hanging over his face and framing a toothless maw, a blunt nose crumpled into a shapeless lump.

But he had eyes of pure gold! Delicately slanted with long lashes, like only Aygosian nobles are known to have!

You are plunged back into complete dark.


The inmate is sobbing to himself, leaning back, and rasping against the muddy walls.
You try to speak to him, soothe him with you chant, but to no avail.
He seems no longer aware of your presence, and he is only yelping softly, as if he were dreaming of his farway home, and tears gushed forth unrestrained.

You slump back in a corner, confused and scared.
You can't help but think of that happened to him.

Will you suffer the same fate!? Will they reduce you to a misshapen wreck of a man!?


You hear leather soles closing in, merciless claps on the uneven stone floor.

Like a deadly dirge, the lock clangs open, and the door swings creaking inward.

You are almost blinded by torch-light: without a word cruel hands lift you, and raise you to your shaking feet.

What do they what of you!? What is happening now?
The door slams shut behind you.

 

[Kalamos]

Arthenas - Goradus's Villa.

A Well Furnished Office.

Goradus chuckles to himself, taking a sip from his cup.

"Me? Oh, the usual fare, really."

He signals the ankyra for more wine, for the both of you.
"I am just a servant of the Empire." he quips.

"I was born in a tiny hamlet not far from Asperum."
He takes a sip.

"I worked my way in the army."
He spies his cup.

"And in their generous foresight, the Emperors rewarded a lifetime of toil with a cozy place in Tharagyan administration."

Draco gives a blank stare.

"Here I am, a Vigilarkos in Arthenas, the bureaucratic centre of Northern Tharagya."
He flashes a wide gesture.

Dracos lets the wine rest in the goblet.

"A sorcerer you said?"
Goradus is stratching his chin, pensively.
"That would explain a lot of things."

 

[Hue]

A Well Furnished Office.

Goradus chuckles to himself, taking a sip from his cup.

"Me? Oh, the usual fare, really."

He signals the ankyra for more wine, for the both of you.
"I am just a servant of the Empire." he quips.

"I was born in a tiny hamlet not far from Asperum."
He takes a sip.

"I worked my way in the army."
He spies his cup.

"And in their generous foresight, the Emperors rewarded a lifetime of toil with a cozy place in Tharagyan administration."

Draco gives a blank stare.

"Here I am, a Vigilarkos in Arthenas, the bureaucratic centre of Northern Tharagya."
He flashes a wide gesture.

Dracos lets the wine rest in the goblet.

"A sorcerer you said?"
Goradus is stratching his chin, pensively.
"That would explain a lot of things."

"That it does," Draco replied, "A sorcerer is a highly respect job from where I come from."

Draco drinks his wine, looks at the empty cup, sets the cup on a table, and decides to walk around. Stopping long enough to look at Goradus, Draco asks, "Do you know where I can find my brother? or at least direct me to someone who does?"

 

[Kalamos]

Arthenas - Goradus's Villa.

A Well Furnished Office.

Goradus stares deep into his cup, gazing intently, as if he were drawing omens from the sediment.

Draco is about to stand, leaving the man to his daydreaming, when the Vigilarkos finally speaks on, never looking up.

"I might like..." he mulls, slowly "to show you something."

Draco waits impatiently, before prompting the man to tell more.

 

[Hue]

A Well Furnished Office.

Goradus stares deep into his cup, gazing intently, as if he were drawing omens from the sediment.

Draco is about to stand, leaving the man to his daydreaming, when the Vigilarkos finally speaks on, never looking up.

"I might like..." he mulls, slowly "to show you something."

Draco waits impatiently, before prompting the man to tell more.

"Go on man," Draco said, "What is it that you want to show me?"

 

[Hue]

Draco's uneasy feeling and wait for a response!

While waitng for Goradus to reply to him, Draco looked out the window toward Bisanthium to the best that he could if the window was facing the opposite direction of Bisanthium. There was something not quite right going on in Bisanthium, but he couldn't figure it out. Draco had learned to trust his feelings and at the moment, his feelings were directing him to Bisanthium. Then another feeling came into play, the feeling of being hunted. What was unclear to Draco was whether the feeling was coming from the building in which he stood, or from somewhere in Arthenas near the building in which he stood. Draco turned from the window to face Goradus once more, this time Draco's red eyes were full of anger. When Draco's eyes are full of anger, it usually means one of two things, 1.) that Draco is about to kill, or 2.) that Draco is on full alert and on full guard. In this situation, Draco's defenses are on full alert and full guard.

"What is it that you have to show me," Draco hissed at Goradus, "I mean on harm, threat or anything like that, but I am sensing deciet here."

Draco now just glares at Goradus with his Blood Red Eyes glowing with anger.

What will Goradus do now?

 

[Hue]

OOC: Where in the world are you Kalamos? It has been a loooooooooong time since you posted anything here. The last time you posted here was on janurary 25th.

 

[Kalamos]

Arthenas - Goradus's Villa.

A Well Furnished Office.

Goradus rummages through his desk, then retrieves a small folded note.
With a smirk, he hands it over to Draco.

"Good luck".


He hobbles away, leaving Draco alone.

 

[Kalamos]

The note contains a brief report on Night Raptor's last location and movements.

Action resumes here:
-> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?goto=lastpost&t=15384

 

[Kalamos]

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