Storyteller: Mnemon Koal (3 xp)
Players: Mnemon Lok, Ledaal Kyrie, Tepet Arath
Mnemon Lok, Ledaal Kyrie, and Tepet Arath investigate an anomaly in the depths of the Briarwood District of Greyfalls.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "did you want to rp explaining things to Kyrie or head straight to travel??"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Either or."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok ehs. Head straight to travel.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "you don't want to brag about how you fought some bandits"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Short form- Lok found a wood demense a little ways outside of Greyfalls. He went to investigate, and got turned back by some bandits- but has definitely confirmed the demenses existence."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "He leaves out the accidental 'bandit decapitation' thing."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "ok"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "who/what are you two bringing, and how are you getting there...remember it took Lok a long time to get there before on horseback even with the good roads..it's hundreds of miles"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Riding my stormmare."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Well, obviously horses again. But Lok inclines towards defering to Kyrie, cause that's what non-Exalt do with Exalts. :)"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie likes her stormmare because it can teleport.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "a stormmare can fly much faster can't they Kyrie? what is their air speed?"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "It can jump from cloud to cloud."
(Judge) Mnemon Koal rolls 1: [ 7 ]
Resulting in 1 successes.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "but it is a clear day"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "It can also just fly."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "how fast, are you summoning one for Lok, can he control it?"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Hrmmm...."
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "I can spend 30 motes and insta-bind it."
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "So I guess I can loan one to Lok."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "are you going to say "thanks mortal" and fly off to claim his discovery?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok yays, horsie! :D
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "don't fly too fast or I'll make you take ride checks :)"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok flies in raw terror.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "that will be funny"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Well I can just claim the wood manse."
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "I was tempted to do that just to be a bitch. But I have a few wood manses already ;)"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Demense, not manse."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Unless Lok is in for a real surprise."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "ok, give me a pose with you directing Kyrie through the air with a storm mare she summoned for you; remember, for you this is a thrill ride...also tell in the pose whether you're setting down of the ground or attempting complex geomantic dousing from the air...which is how you would find an air demense but doesn't work as good for wood"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "you have told her you never actually found the place right?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok ayeps.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "or confirmed that there was actually a demense"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "... No, I did say I'd found a demense's location."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "you definitely found where a dragon line oversect itself for some reason, so if there isn't a demense at the moment, eventually there might be one or it would be amazingly easy to manufacture"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "you never went to the source"
"KYRIE!" Lok's voice, torn by the wind of the horses across the strong breeze. "KYRIE! WE NEED TO GO DOWN! SLOWLY!" Lok has clearly never galloped on a steed with a mane of mist and hooves of glass before, and the height has him at least a trifling unnerved.
Immersed in her element, high in the air, Kyrie lets out a hearty laugh as she nods. "Just tell me where we need to go down, Lok.." she says firmly and resolutely as she enjoys the feeling of the winds in her hair, savoring the feeling.
The professors ride across the winds of a bright sunny day, the Briarwood District far beneath them, a rolling mass of green treetops concealing everything below, the Briarwood Road being your only landmark far in the distance.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "North Briarwood Road I mean...not the southern one...you're far out close to the edges of the satrapy"
"DOWN THERE!" Lok shouts. "THAT WAS WHERE I TOOK THE READING!"
He doesn't... really need to shout. You aren't travelling that fast.
Kukla walks out of a long dark tunnel that shimmers away to nothingness a moment later.
Kukla has arrived.
Kukla has left.
Lok points out a section of the North Briarwood Road where it looks like a small trail has been cut into the undergrowth off the roadway. The forest is mixed hardwoods heavily thicketed with dense thorny vines.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "I need perception + awareness"
(Judge) Ledaal Kyrie rolls Perception + Awareness: [ -1- -1- 8 9 <10> <10> ]
Resulting in 6 successes.
(Judge) Mnemon Lok rolls Perception + Awareness: [ 6 7 7 7 8 8 ]
Resulting in 5 successes.
(Judge) Mnemon Koal rolls 10: [ -1- -1- -1- 3 7 7 7 8 <10> <10> ]
Resulting in 8 successes.
(haha, they missed the Kukla, …couldn’t resist the joke)
The professors easily land. The trail under the canopy is cleared enough for you to proceed leading the storm mares.
Mnemon Lok whews, dismounting heavily, having clearly not enjoyed the ride thus far. "Oh, praise the Dragons who set the solid earth beneath our feet," he says quietly. "I mean, not to disparage the time you've saved us, Kyrie. But, I find myself happier with ground beneath my feet."
Kyrie wrinkles her nose as she runs her fingers through her hair as it lands, sighing softly. She takes a deep breath and peers curiously towards Lok, giggling impishly the entire time. "You can always walk back home.." she says matter of factly, not dismounting.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "Kyrie, what is the total composition of your party, elementals?, demons?, etc."
"No... nono, I'll be fine," Lok says shortly. "Just needed to... get my bearings. This was where I got the last reading on the primary line to the demense." He begins assembling a series of tools, considering. "Perhaps just the first order trace..." he mutters to himself.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "I didn’t bring any bodyguards."
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Just me and the two storm mares."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Er. I mentioned I was attacked- ah, well. They are bodyguards. :)"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "and your pet balm spider?"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "No, balmy stayed home."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "ok, Lok, lead away, you know it takes at least a day to get to the spot where you burned the body"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "oops half a day"
Mnemon Lok holds out a pendulum for a moment, twisting it casually, until it starts to swing regularly, a few degrees of a straight north-south. Nodding to himself, he stands, stretches, and gets back on the stormmare, trying to muster what dignity he has left. "Okay. That way," he points, "for another hour or two. I'll need to stop to check the bearings again."
Kyrie hrmms as she continues looking around, wrinkling her nose the entire time as she remains on her mount. She takes a deep breath and nods, "Okay. So tell me more about this demense.."
About an hour and a half later, Lok has located the tiny clear patch where he camped and the body of the one criminal was burned. A mound of sodden ash is all that remains.
Mnemon Lok shrugs as the pair begin headed off the road- traveling easier cause, hey, flying horses. Also faster, cause the foliage isn't such a problem when your horse can fly. "Don't know much about it. I suspect it'll be strongly wood aspected- given the bend that led me to notice the line being pulled aside, it's probably either tangled with a thick cord of fire or earth. It's... strange though. Most demenses don't pull the ley lines off their natural path, they just appear where several lines have crossed naturally and gotten tangled."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "I need perception + awareness again"
"Well, this is interesting then, isn’t it.." she hrmms for a few moments while wrinkling her nose as she runs her fingers through her hair. Kyrie takes a deep breath and continues to take in her surroundings, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "and Lok can also make a geomancy roll"
(Judge) Mnemon Lok rolls Perception + Awareness: [ -1- -1- 2 4 7 8 ]
Resulting in 2 successes.
(Judge) Mnemon Lok rolls Intelligence + Occult + 3: [ -1- 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 7 7 7 8 ]
Resulting in 4 successes.
The place you're examining is ripe with wood essence as the dragon line rebounds on itself and you can even see sapling thorn bushes sprouting in the ashes of the fallen thief. However, it is clear that the features are stretched somewhere toward the southeast as if something grabbed the dragonline like a sewer might grab a thread...and yanked.
It is clear to Lok that there is no known recorded occurrence of this happening naturally. Although it is said that the Anathema sometimes worked such heinous alterations on the land for amusement and the resounding explosion and geomantic chaos as the dragonline snapped back or broke entirely.
"Down!" Lok calls again, gingerly guiding his horse to land again. He pulls out a pair of crystals from his handy satchel of field geomancy tools, studying the air through first one, then another, then rubbing back his hair. "This makes no /sense/," he mutters. "Dragon lines don't act like this." He frowns at the flow of vital essence. Then blows out a breath. "Fine. Crazy dragon line wants to behave in a fashion that contravenes everything known about their nature, it'll do what it wants, and we'll follow it."
"I don’t know if that's such a good idea.." she says firmly and resolutely while running her fingers through her hair. She hrmms for a few moments while stretching her arms through the air. "Well, this will be interesting then, yes?"
Several stops later and three more hours in the air, you feel you are getting close, when the Storm Mares refuse to go further...which is strange because there are clouds in the sky now.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "i.e. the mares should be happy at the weather"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "I know!"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Can Arath join us?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "you can always sail back and get arath or have him sent here on a storm mare from Logos"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "I assume Arath wants to join, is that ok with Lok?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok sures. :)
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "then it's settled, you camp for the night, nothing happens, and you meet arath in the morning at your campsite"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "go ahead and fill him in IC when he gets here....have you paged him yet?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok ... should do that. :)
Tepet Arath walks out of a long dark tunnel that shimmers away to nothingness a moment later.
Tepet Arath has arrived.
The professors meet with Tepet Arath in a small campsite in a tiny clearing somewhere in the Briarwood Forest, surrounded by thorn bushes on all sides.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath says, "It late or early in the day?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "late morning, almost noon by the time you get there,...a summoned wind sprite guided your mare to the location of the others before vanishing into thin air"
Kyrie's sighing a little as she hrmms over at her storm mares, finding it odd that they dont want to go back. She hrmms for a few moments while wrinkling her nose. She takes a deep breath and looks over towards Lok. "What is so unusual about this demense that even the storm mares don’t want to go near it?" she asks curiously, sighing while petting one gently on the head.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "because it would be difficult otherwise, it is more cloudy today than yesterday"
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath says, "Posing in :) My horse skittish as well?"
"Well," Lok says, drawling the answer a bit, then hesitates. "Kyrie, you're a powerful sorcerous, but how much geomancy have you studied?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "since it is also a storm mare, yes"
(Judge) Ledaal Kyrie rolls Intelligence + Occult: [ 2 3 3 6 7 8 8 <10> ]
Resulting in 5 successes.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Lemme know about stuff from the geomancy please, Koal :)"
The mercenary glances up at the pair from atop his mount, approaching them at an easy trot. Shifting slightly in the saddle to better face his new companions, he offers a curt nod of acknowledgement to both. Casually resting the haft of his red-tinged spear across his shoulder, Tepet Arath comments, "A fine morning, even if my new friend here seems skittish." he cocks his head to the side a bit, listening carefully to the discussion regarding geomancy he's unwittingly walked into.
Kyrie can sense that the dragonline is wood essence and stretched tight as can be, overlapping itself. For miles...you could easily form dozens of wood demenses along this line with a little engineering. It isn't difficult to detect at this point and even Arath can sense something in the air.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "roll perception + awareness arath"
(Judge) Tepet Arath rolls Perception + Awareness: [ -1- 3 <10> <10> <10> <10> ]
Resulting in 8 successes.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "congratulations....just remember that sometimes ignorance is bliss"
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath grins.
Tepet Arath can feel the curious stares of something alien ahead, both in the air and on the ground...there could be like 30-60...its hard to count but you know from your military training when a whole unit of enemies is waiting in ambush. This feels like one of those times.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath will let the others pose before he says we're screwed :)
Kyrie seems surprised that the mercenary actually came. A wry grin curls onto her lips as she hrmms for a few moments, wrinkling her nose as she blinks blankly for a few moments. She looks back over to Lok, "I know about geomancy but you're the specialist. I can feel the ley lines overlapping, and that is quite curious.."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "not lines Lok, /line/, pulled back like a rubber band ready to snap"
"It's not /curious/," Lok replies. "It's impossible. It's like someone cut the damn line, and then tried to glue it back together- like a broken bone that mended wrong," he replies. "But lines don't do that and stay at this kind of strength for any length of time. The Third Concorse of Pasiap- a broken line bleeds away, fading into the ambient essence of the area. Sometimes, it might pool into a demense around the point of the break- that's rare enough -but to bend away like this?" He shakes his head, oblivious of the impending doom. "No. I'd flunk a student that gave me the map that this line is drawing."
Tepet Arath narrows his eyes suddenly, knuckles whitening as the grip on his lance tightens perceptibly. Interrupting, "It would seem that we are not the only beings come to this place." he warns ominously, brow furrowed and tone hushed and quiet. "In fact, I would say we have quite the welcoming party." A subtle gesture motions towards the way ahead without obviously giving away his realization to whatever might be watching.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "what language are you guys using?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "High Realm, I'd assume..."
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath would have said that in High Realm.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "congratulations, damn you and your foreign gibberish"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "continue"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie nodnods to High Realm.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Activating scenelong -> elemental defense technique (air)"
Her eyes widen as she turns her attention towards the area that Arath had been pointing to. She takes a deep breath and the winds start circling her body, raising her brows as she hrmms for a few moments. "What is it? What are they? Do you know?" she asks curiously as she takes a deep breath and calms herself.
Mnemon Lok peers at the patch of ground that Arath indicates. "What're you talking about?" he asks, clearly skeptical. "We're alone in this dragon forsaken wilderness, except for the thrice damned bugs."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "Arath, you have a feeling that if /they/ didn't realize you noticed them, they do now...but they don't seem to be coming out of hiding and you don't have a visual"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "because Kyrie activated the defensive charm"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "DAMNIT!"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Now you tell me."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Wait, was the charm obvious?"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Yeah. Unfortunately."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "><"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "yes, I took a moment to check that"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie sorries.
A simple shake of the head dismisses the woman's questions, the only response Arath gives being "Many." Lok's doubt brings a grim smirk to the captain's worn features, and he offers, "You can trust me, friend, or I can volunteer you to be the first to make sure of your words, as much as it seems we have finally garnered their attention." the pretenses of ignorance cast aside, he hefts the length of his pole arm off his shoulder and lowers it slowly. "Are you willing to fight to find the place you seek?" he inquires, tone serious.
Mnemon Lok is correct in that these woods have a bad combination of biting flies, though small, and more recently tiny mosquitoes. But they're not that aggressive and won't come near the storm mares without getting shocked...so it really isn't that bad.
Mnemon Lok pales a little at Arath's tone. "You're serious?" he asks, then glances over towards Kyrie. "Um. I'm not really much for fighting. I have this thing, with my skin, and it remaining in one piece."
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath volunteers to die valiantly while you find your magic tree or whatnot :(
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok hoorays!
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Your sacrifice will not be in vain, whoever you are!"
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath says, "Just put 'he was nuts' on my tombstone and I will be content."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "you did tell them to bring machetes to get through the underbrush, right Lok...otherwise Arath gets to have fun using the pole axe"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok presumes he would have, yes.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie dies and laughs.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "The postelection South Park is hilarious."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "good, so is Arath going to lead the way hacking followed by Kyrie and Lok"
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath is assuming so :)
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath will wait on their decision though, I'm just the meat.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie giggles at Lok.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Your pose, Arath! Or Koal?"
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath says, "It's yours, psht."
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Oh snap!"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "I'll pose once I know what you all want to do"
As she continues preparing, Kyrie wrinkles her nose as she mutters a few words under her breath. Essence starts surging around her body, as soon her body is completely covered in raging storm winds, definitely not taking a chance. Her eyes glow brightly, as the roar of the air dragon can be heard in the winds as lightning crackles around her form.
In fact, the clouds nearby have started to gather, striking down towards Kyrie as she takes in the surge as it completes the spell. Her skin is a shade of bronze now as she's prepared and a wry grin curls onto her lips.
"I'm by no means a fighter, but I will do what I can.."
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Invulnerable skin of bronze on top of it. Haha."
(OOC) Ledaal Kyrie just spent Essence from her Peripheral Essence pool
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie is trying to intimidate whatever it is from attacking.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath will use Five-Dragon Blocking Technique himself, not an obvious charm. +1 to my DV for the rest of the scene.
"Ahha," Lok replies, looking nervously ahead. "Well." He hesitates, then dangles the jade bob again for a moment, hoping against hope it wouldn't- no, of course, it still obviously is pulled ahead. "Alright," he says, resignedly. Then, under his breath, "Field work."
"One must take risks to attain that which they desire." Arath remarks, stepping forward without fear or regret and leading the way with Lok's guidance. Machete in one hand and spear easily gripped in the other, the warrior keeps a keen eye on the undergrowth for signs of movement as he violently carves a path through bush and vine, praying quietly that it would not soon become flesh and bone.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath takes point. All the booby traps and mines will eat my face first :O
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok is encouraged by this plan :)
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie likes that plan.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath would put Kyrie between us since at first glance she would probably be the weak link to whatever is watching. If I were you guys :)
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "... The Dragonblooded sorcerous with skin of bronze, surrounded by the swirling wind and crackling lightning of her anima is the /weak/ link?"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Yes. I am."
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath missed the bronze bit. Woops :)
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie is /WEAK!/
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie promises.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie waits for Koal.
The group proceeds valiantly forward, Arath cutting away the thorny bushes that have clogged the underbellies of the trees. He almost had a scare when Kyrie casts the spell because the things moved in an almost mass rush before retreating. Still didn't see them...they're good at this game. After a surprisingly short time, you hack through into what looks like a small blueberry farm surrounding a crystal clear pool, heavily shaded under the canopy. There is even a little shack at the waters edge and a bunch of ?fat loot? spread upon the ground.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Kyrie, you could probably beat Lok up without spending a mote. :)"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok <- wilting flower. :)
OMG! Phat lewt! Kyrie blinks blankly as she continues looking around as the phantom air dragon surrounds her form, sparking with electricity as the winds continue to blow around her with gale forces. She takes in a deep breath while looking around, continuing to keep her distance from Lok not wanting to hurt him after all. "Well, Professor Lok, what is it?" she asks curiously.
The loot appears to be a random assortment of goods that traders sometimes bring along the road. The equivalent of resource 3 in animals and plant parts is scattered on the ground.
Arriving on the tranquil scene seeming a vortex of chaos disturbing the land itself, Arath pauses and seems no less alert even in sight of such a serene environment. "This area must not be as overgrown and rarely tread as I thought it would be." the horseman remarks, planting the butt end of his weapon against the ground and awaiting the expert's opinion.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath thinks it's trap, just like in D&D when shiny loot is sitting in the corner until BAM :(
Lok considers the scene, rubbing a hand through his hair. "If I had to guess, it's that a god or some other spirit has taken up residence, and some locals come here to make sacrifices to it," he replies. "Probably because of the proximity to whatever's holding the Dragon line off."
"So we're dealing with a od that has overstepped it's bounds perhaps? How..unfortunate. It seems we should have brought a few members of the Immaculate Order.." Kyrie admits ruefully, wrinkling her nose as she looks around, hoping that her flaring totemic anima will keep whatever it is away.
On the bright side, the only insects here are little green bees that appear to be pollinating the blueberries, although many are already in fruit. They look delicious, like something that was grown in an essence laden environment, with a deep sparkling lavender...perfect in a way no normal fruit can be.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "perception survival from everyone please"
(Judge) Tepet Arath rolls Perception + Survival: [ 2 6 7 7 <10> <10> ]
Resulting in 6 successes.
(Judge) Mnemon Lok rolls Perception + Survival: [ 4 9 <10> ]
Resulting in 3 successes.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath knew Survival would come in handy one day! :)
(Judge) Ledaal Kyrie rolls Perception + Survival: [ 3 5 5 5 7 9 ]
Resulting in 2 successes.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "OMG. Perfect fruit. Kyrie is going to be happy."
Arath can clearly see that there are three individual sets of footprints other than you three in the glade area and around the shack.
"Then perhaps a small offering should be made before we move on." the Tepet suggests. "I have enough of a bad feeling about things to come as it is, and I've learned over the years to trust that instinct." turning on heel, he asks, "Unless you'd rather simply move on? It matters not either way to me, ultim.." something catches Arath's eye, and he pauses to observe the tracks in the glade. He gestures towards them, suggesting, "We could always ask the locals if you are not confident in your ability to find the exact location of this place you seek."
Mnemon Lok narrows his eyes at Arath's words. "Nonsense!" he declares. "I could find it in the blackest night! A blind hog could follow this path!" He pulls out the jade plum bob again, and sets it swinging briefly, to confirm that they are, in fact, still following the flow of vital essence.
The plum doesn't even swing once, hovering in midair, pointing directly to the water.
"... See?" Lok says weakly. "We're here."
"So it seems." Arath responds, chuckling softly beneath his breath.
Kyrie just blinks blankly for a few moments staring at the plum floating in mid air. "That is interesting.." she says matter of factly.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "are you holding the plum or is it on some sort of apparatus?"
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath should go take a sip.
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "It's like a plumper's bob."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "It's a heavy, teardrop weight on the end of a piece of fine chain, able to swing freely."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Real bobs are used to find the direction gravity is pulling."
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok says, "Obviously, Exalted bobs pull in the direction of Essence instead. :)"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "ok, so your dowsing with it in your hand?"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok imagined it was more like a magnet that's 'pulling' upwards. But yeah, that's the basic idea.
"So then," the mercenary chimes in suddenly, "What do we do now that we have found it?" he asks with a curious glint to his eyes, footsteps slowly taking him toward the water with a rhythmic jingle of spurs, mixed with the sounds of crunching dirt beneath his boots.
"This can't be it," Lok mutters, sitting down and, quite uncaring of any danger, beginning to dig through his satchel to locate more complex devices, to better determine what in the hell is going on. Soon, a small but significant array of junk- excuse me, occult tools -are arrayed in a semi-circle around him- censors, viewing crystals, tripods, braziers, sticks of rare incense...
The jade plumb bob give a sudden unnatural violent tug, scattering Lok's equipment as it drags the startled professor into the water.
-= OOC =- Tepet Arath is left with occult tools and no knowledge on how to use them :( Do I set this tripod on fire?!
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "ok, we can leave off there if you want"
"Whagarbl!"
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie laughs.
(Judge) Ledaal Kyrie rolls Intelligence + Occult: [ -1- -1- 3 4 6 9 <10> <10> ]
Resulting in 5 successes.
-= OOC =- Ledaal Kyrie says, "Kyrie can use it too!"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok yays, and thanks for the scenery :)
-= OOC =- Mnemon Koal says, "no actually, Lok did just somehow disappear into like a foot of crystal clear water"
-= OOC =- Mnemon Lok woos! Sanctuum!
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