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Post by Shrill on Nov 25, 2006 4:24:38 GMT -4
"All of them." He finished the last of his wine "I got time."
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 27, 2006 12:44:58 GMT -4
Kiros rolled his eyes, as his tail flicked in mild agitation. "Any idea which ones you want to see first? Although I suppose you've already seen a few hive dwellers." The tiefling waited, seeming to be patient, although his tail didn't seem to agree.
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Post by Shrill on Nov 27, 2006 12:58:27 GMT -4
Shrill looked intently at the tail, eyes moving along with it's rythm.
"I'm immortal. I really don't see the rush."
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 27, 2006 14:12:08 GMT -4
Kiros adjusted his opinion of Shrill up a few notches. "Really? I haven't met an immortal from the prime before." Kiros tail calmed as he found something else to focus his attention on. "How long have you been alive?"
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Post by Shrill on Nov 27, 2006 14:31:02 GMT -4
"I've been around a couple of centuries." Shrill stated calmly. "Not matching most dragons or liches, but I seen and done my fair share of deeds."
He was growing bored of his shape, feeling constrained. With a thought, his flesh twisted to his will, taking the shape of a spell weaver. A scrawny, hairless six armed creature about five feet tall. He was humanoid in shape, with a vaguely birdlike face, akin to a owl in shape.
There, that's better.
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 28, 2006 22:23:05 GMT -4
Kiros raised an eyebrow, "Well, thats one I haven't seen before." Kiros grinned, "What is it?" the tiefling seemed genuinely intrigued.
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Post by Shrill on Nov 29, 2006 3:10:53 GMT -4
Shrill tried to open his mouth, a spare few seconds before remembering he couldn't talk. Spell weavers never talked. Well, atleast not with a mouth....
The words entered Kiros head without any sound, playing inside his mind. "Spell weaver. Some adventurers meet them while searching through dungeons. They seem to be rather adept at magic, and often grasp the magic item they desire before teleporting away. Apparently, they collect the things. Nobody knows why they do so."
Well, he knew. Afterall, they had been rather impressed by his ability to infiltrate their ranks. But he had said he would not tell, and felt no need to do so today.
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Post by Illian on Nov 29, 2006 3:34:07 GMT -4
Ahh, the smoldering corpse. A fine place of chaos and decadence. He was a regular here, and knew almost everyone. Also one of the few places in sigil that had a really tasty turnip beer.
And what do you plan to pay with? Tick had a point. But Illian was a mage of chaos, shaping the twisting currents of chance to his whims. Closing his hand, he felt the painful currents of chaos rush through him, gathering in his hand before he expelled it. Then there was just the feeling of a couple handful of coppers cooling in his hand.
They wouldn't last forever, but long enough for him to get drunk and leave. Besides, how could they prove it was his coins that vanished?
That was when he saw Kiros. With a spell weaver. Now, a chance for a tale with a spell weaver at the next family reunion just could not be passed up. So he rushed over, wide smile on his handsome features as he sat down at their table.
"Greetings my friends!" He said with enthusiasm. He never really spoken with Kiros, but he knew off him. And he was quite convinced Kiros knew about him. "Why, I never seen a spell weaver at a bar before. Reminds me of that time when uncle Jan was going ashore in a nasty den of pirates with his fellow adventurers. A baalspawn, I have ye know. So, he swaggers into the bar, blending perfectly with the crowd. When right then, out of nowhere, comes the prettiest lass you ever lay ye eyes on! And she says to my dear uncle: How bout we go to me room and you show me some of that magic? And he did..." Illian trails off for a second "And her rowdy lover never bothered her again after the illusion Jan cast on her. Alas, no other man did either."
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 30, 2006 7:31:55 GMT -4
Kiros thought for a moment, "You can't read my mind can you?" he asked. Seeing the mage, he rolled his eyes. He did indeed know of the mage, and the reputation of chaos mages in general, and feared he was in for a far worse time than he had with Shrill. Especially since this one was a gnome.
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Post by Shrill on Nov 30, 2006 8:32:50 GMT -4
(Actually, Illian is for all appearances human. Apart from his Aasimar traits and his grass hair ;D He's simply been raised by a bunch of extremely eccentric gnomes )
Had he been able to smile, Shrill would have done so at the rather odd man. Then he noticed the hair, and realized what the man was. A chaos mage.
Although Shrill lacked much of the preconceptions about chaos mages, he was still cautious around them. One never knew when a chaos mage might erupt into a fit of chaotic anger or let loose a scream that shattered bone.
With a thought, Shrill once again shifted into the form of a Rakshasa, a tiger like humanoid. Far more suitable, should the chaos mage choice to attack. One could never be certain around chaos mages.
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Post by Illian on Nov 30, 2006 9:27:04 GMT -4
Illian watched fascinated as the spell weaver turned into a Rakshasa.
"Ah, I guess your not a spell weaver afterall. Shame really, was curious to see what happens when their drunk."
Although disheartened, this creature's ability to change shape was interesting. Not that Illian couldn't, although such changes were fleeting at best. No, chaos magic was not for those that craved stability, but for the the beings that were willing to pay a steep price for freedom.
And it was worth it, if just to see the look on a mage face as he effortlessly unraveled even the most potent weave of spells by flooding it with raw chaos, blasting the spell to limbo. It was funny how mages spent years discovering the words for their own spell when Illian could craft a hundred spells in mere days. Of course there was a price. Rare was the days when he could lay to rest without a new scar or bruise.
He ordered a turnip beer, sipping the sweet beverage while smiling at the two other occupants around the table, neither appearing all to pleased with his company.
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 30, 2006 12:14:43 GMT -4
(Gnomish in mind)
"What do you want mage?" Kiros asked, venom dripping from his words. He had no respect for chaos mages, only their power. Personally, he thought destroying oneself for increased power was one of the most idiotic idea in the planes. True, he couldn't deny the power of the chaos mages he'd met, but surely there must be a better way to do it. Of course, most of the chaos mages he'd met were now dead, having attacked him at random, and tasted the fine edge of Comson Avuna, his sword. Mages usually weren't a challenge, and his sword had gained a slight aura of chaos, allowing it to take on personality fragments that manifested at random, allowing him to sometimes benefit from the knowledge of his slain enemies. However, it was unpredictable at best.
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Post by Illian on Dec 2, 2006 7:55:38 GMT -4
"Ohh, I want lots of things. A few crackers, a monkey and some turnips would be nice."
The shapeshifter was interesting. Wonder what else he got...
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Dec 2, 2006 10:13:15 GMT -4
Kiros sighed in exasperation. He knew better than to pester the mage though. He would come to his point in time.
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Post by Illian on Dec 4, 2006 11:49:39 GMT -4
"And also-" The mage trailed off as a succubus walked past, catching his eye. "Excuse me gents." He said, quickly leaving the table in his hunt for creatures of the female persuasion, grabbing his beer from the table before he walked away.
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