"I'm sure the orc king will talk to us. We've come under the flag of truce to talk diplomacy and there's honorable folk here." Vaga's lack of mistrust is obvious as always. He kneels down in the building, seemingly relaxed on the outside but with tension in his muscles if quick action is needed. He keeps scanning the door and tries to listen as hard as he can for outside noise. If someone comes scrambling with weapons and armor, perhaps he can hear them before they crash in.
“I never called them warlike,” Harvey says, returning Nanna’s glare with a cold stare. “In fact, I believe I mentioned that the king’s sudden aggression against your town was a change from his usual demeanor. Even I was confused by that. Last I heard before the attack was that he wanted to establish trade.”
Vaga: Listen: 9+3=12
Listening for any noise outside, Vaga does hear some people walking by the door, but they aren’t heavy footsteps.
"I hear folks outside. I think we are about to meet our host. Get ready, friends."
Vaga remains kneeled but fingers a little on both his sash and his ring. Feeling the magic surge calms his nerves. He is ready whatever happens, but sense no aggression for now.
A short while later, the door opens, and in steps a well-dressed minotaur with a monocle, who seems completely oblivious to the party’s presence, as he walks in holding a vial filled with a nondescript liquid. He mutters something about needing the right temperature as he sits down at the table and stares into the vial, his other hand scratching his hairless brown chin.
Harvey grins when he sits down and creeps over to him, and then casts a spell, which causes the vial to light up with purple fire. The minotaur looks startled at first, but quickly regains his composure and turns to Harvey, saying “My word, when did you get back, my dear assistant? My work has been proceeding les smoothly without you, as you can see.”
Harvey shrugs and says “I just got here. I’m with some people who want to talk to the king.” The minotaur looks over at the party as if seeing them for the first time, then exclaims “Ah, my apologies, friends! I was too engrossed with my work once again, it seems. I am Octavius Ironhorn, an alchemist. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
"Greetings, friend." Vaga stands up and walk towards Octavius and give him a friendly clap on the arm, which is within reach when the minotaur sits down. "So what are you working on there, that liquid?"
“Indeed, I am,” Octavius answers.” “You see, I am working on a special type of potion that allows the imbiber to become ethereal for a time, essentially being able to walk through walls and such. I have gathered enough ingredients to make several attempts, but I find myself unable to proceed due to the relatively warm climate I find myself in. You see, due to my previous attempts, I have come to the realization that the temperature here is simply too warm. I need a cold environment, or perhaps a spell or item that can constantly generate extreme cold, for this to work. That is why I have come to this meeting hall, to discuss this matter with the king. I am hoping that he will grant my request to have a shaman or wizard cast such a spell, or otherwise provide an enchantment that produces the same effect.”
Vaga looks at Igna and thinks about his love for fire... no, not an option. He then glances over to Nanna who seem to possess a great deal of magic.. yes, maybe. Perhaps this great alchemist can be persuaded to help Callus in some way?
"Nanna, you're a witc.. ahem, a magician of great skill and power. Perhaps in your arsenal of spells, you have something that can aid our new friend here?"
*Nanna scratches the hair on her chin in thought.*
Constant cold you say... Fiora's idea is very apt. She can fly to such a height that this would cool your potion... But then I am confused. You could simply do the same by climbing the mountain we stand under. I could cast chill touch or cone of cold but this would be short lived. No... The only thing I can think of is the spell wall of ice. Yes. Cast it along the walls, ceiling and floor and you make your own cold room.
“It would require much more cold temperatures than that,” Octavius says to Fiora. “While I appreciate your willingness to help, the cold would have to be such that no person can withstand it. I am afraid that you would die if the temperature ever became cold enough.” He turns to Nanna and says “That could work. If we can envelope the vial in ice of that magnitude, the ingredients should become active.”
Ignatius keeps hovering, wondering when the orc king would turn up. He keeps scanning the faces and characteristics of various people in the area and commits them to memory so that he could assume their forms if/when necessary. Who all does he see?
With all the magic talk ongoing, Vaga knows he has nothing to add so remains silent and kneels back down again. He starts to scan his surroundings keep his ears open for sudden armored visitors.
Heh, I've still not understood Anduin/Nanna. You don't know the level you character is, or what's the story here? @anduin.
Well... Things happened when I put the ring and belt on that you just don't want to know... @Nimran does though. No one is cheating though. I can reveal that. [/spoiler]
"What's your purpose with the potion, when it will be ready, if i may ask?" Asks Kaled Octavius.
“Ah, now that is a fair question,” Octavius replies. “One of my friends, a goblin alchemist named Plink, was kidnapped by a group of bandits, you see, and I hope to save her using this potion. With this, I can sneak into their hideout and, using some well-placed explosives, cause enough chaos to help her escape.”
“That’s probably a good thing,” Octavius says. “The less people needing rescue, the better. That said, I wouldn’t dare make you waste any of your precious time on my mission. It would be rude of me to make such a request of honored guests.”
"Speak no further!" Vaga's voice is loud and booming and he stands up, raising a clenched fist into the air. "WE ACCEPT THE QUEST!".
Vaga rushes out of the tent, sure the whole team is behind him. He takes some strides forward, stops.. thinks.. He looks around a bit, realize he is alone and have no idea in what direction this captured goblin is in. He turns around and walks back into the tent, acting casual and neutral as ever.
"Ahem.. where is this goblin friend of you held?" he says as he re-enters the tent and towards Octavius.
"I make it my life's work to help those in need, unfortunately, we currently are trying to save a town. While I think that currently takes precedence, Maybe we can talk about your friend while we wait for audience? WHo captured them, how many are there, do you know where they are? Even if we cannot immediately help, we could offer advice. Iw ould like to help though, if my current obligaiton will not prvent me from doing so."
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Listening for any noise outside, Vaga does hear some people walking by the door, but they aren’t heavy footsteps.
Vaga remains kneeled but fingers a little on both his sash and his ring. Feeling the magic surge calms his nerves. He is ready whatever happens, but sense no aggression for now.
I... Suppose your right. Everyone hears the word Orc and thinks, green mass murderer...
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I have been hanging around humans and paladins for too long.
Harvey grins when he sits down and creeps over to him, and then casts a spell, which causes the vial to light up with purple fire. The minotaur looks startled at first, but quickly regains his composure and turns to Harvey, saying “My word, when did you get back, my dear assistant? My work has been proceeding les smoothly without you, as you can see.”
Harvey shrugs and says “I just got here. I’m with some people who want to talk to the king.” The minotaur looks over at the party as if seeing them for the first time, then exclaims “Ah, my apologies, friends! I was too engrossed with my work once again, it seems. I am Octavius Ironhorn, an alchemist. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
"Nanna, you're a witc.. ahem, a magician of great skill and power. Perhaps in your arsenal of spells, you have something that can aid our new friend here?"
*Fiora wants to help, but just as much, maybe even a tiny bit more, she wants to test how high she can go*
Constant cold you say... Fiora's idea is very apt. She can fly to such a height that this would cool your potion... But then I am confused. You could simply do the same by climbing the mountain we stand under. I could cast chill touch or cone of cold but this would be short lived. No... The only thing I can think of is the spell wall of ice. Yes. Cast it along the walls, ceiling and floor and you make your own cold room.
*Nanna starts twirling the hairs on her chin.*
http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/wallOfIce.htm
Well it's a level 4 spell...
*Nanna uses a very small voice...*
And I may not have enough spell slots to do it...
Vaga rushes out of the tent, sure the whole team is behind him. He takes some strides forward, stops.. thinks.. He looks around a bit, realize he is alone and have no idea in what direction this captured goblin is in. He turns around and walks back into the tent, acting casual and neutral as ever.
"Ahem.. where is this goblin friend of you held?" he says as he re-enters the tent and towards Octavius.
...
But at present. I do not have the right sword for the job...
*Nanna picks herself up.*
Which way is Plink. You don't need explosives. We have fireballs.
*Nanna's jaw drops.*
Wait... Explosives? You didn't happen to give say... 50,000 very young, eager to burn human town, orcs any *gulp* explosives by any chance?