Oasis 6: Museum Opening
-=--=--=--=--<* Roleplay Nexus: Museum of Reflections(#2701R) *>=--=--=--=--=- This former manor, now museum is set into the Redridge Mountains. The two-story manor had been home to one of Alexandria's more unfortunate noble families, who had not survived the Taaran Scourge. Recently renovated by the Kashani, that family has spared few expenses, though there is work to be done. The western wing is badly damaged still, and the northern tower has collapsed in a heap of rubble. Yet, the center of the structure has been restored, as well as its eastern (garden) wing. The opening of the manor is its veranda, supported by tall, stone columns. Beyond that is the grand entry. Here, and in a few other places within the museum, refreshments may be had and a sampling of Alexandrias arts may be seen. Past that, what was once a ballroom has been transformed into a museum room proper. More artwork, also local, is featured for anyone to persuse. EXTRAS: +view -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Contents --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- Astaren A tall man wearing dark blue robes. 6m 2h Beaglefinder A bumbly, four-legged beagle. 0s 5d Garrin A young, human fellow in well-crafted leathers. 25s 1d Kisaiya Tan skin, and auburn hair cut in a graduated bob. 8m 1h Mikilos Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome. 9s 31m Sasha Huge Blonde Woman 46s 40m Stirling Powerfully built Arvek with enormous chrome gauntlets 11s 14s -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Objects =--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- The Medical Arts Side Room(#3151) The Central Galleria(#3187) The Garden Wing(#3188) -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- Roleplay Nexus <RN> -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
The Medical Arts Side Room(#3151)
The Medical Arts Side Room
Past a discrete-but-not curtain is the display for Medical Arts. In it are pieces submitted by the Artificer's Guild, as well as more traditional works by the Green.
Artifice Arm and Leg
At the center of the room, artifice limbs replace both an arm and a leg on an otherwise proud but faceless humanoid mannequin. The featureless structure helps showcase the work, which is well-designed for form and function, with a chrome flair. A plaque reads: Designed and crafted by Stirling.
Edwaldo Emmit Yessurson the Fifth
Posing amidst the backdrop of a forest is a shimmering masterpiece of a man on display. That's not to say the man is shimmering. It's the painting that seems to sparkle and glint. The man poses, rampant in the heraldric sense, with each limb ending in what appears to be a hoof. The placard for the piece is scratched with attempts to write over it, and the corners of the frame are scuffed with endevours to hide it. (ties to PrP: Lucht Can be Fickle)
The Central Galleria(#3187)
The Central Galleria
Here, pieces from all over Alexandria are displayed. The majority are glass, given the owner's predeilications. However, a variety of crafts and wonders may be found.
The Glass Sword
Along one side, a grand, glass sword by Mithralla Merchandise. Made from multiple layers of expertly-crafted glass, it glitters with a rainbow of colors. It's illuminated by a traditional, sildanyari candlespiece.
Detailed Description: A standard longsword is a long blade, slightly tapered and with a cross guard set perpendicular to that blade, followed by a grip and large pommel to counterweight the blade and help balance the weapon. At closer examination, the one on display glitters oddly, and in a way pleasing to the eye. The angles are strange, catching the light, and bringing the realization that it's forged entirely from glass. The sword's layered structure and sweeping angles capture the light of the room and releases it as a shimmering prism of colors. Many seem to linger near the blade, as if it were forged from an actual rainbow. Even when light doesn't strike the weapon, it still glows faintly with its own magical power. Upon the base of the blade, near the crossguard, a silver aspen leaf is stamped, displaying the sign of House Mithralla.
Glass Dragon
To the forward left, a glass sculpture of a dragon is set upon an obsidian pedestal. An inscription reads: recovered by daring Alexandrian Adventurers, given in honor of Alexandria's newest Arts Museum. Its glittering visage dominates its space despite its small stature.
The Garden Wing(#3188)
The Garden Wing
Seated amid the garden wing (east) and beneath the stars are partially hidden, tucked-away pieces. They're meant to surprise the wandering viewer, and delight them.
Viewing Mirror
Near a genteel rose bush is a mirror. The mirror stands over six feet tall. At the very top are red letters reading, "WARNING! Only look into this mirror if you dare." The edges are made of silver carved in ornate moon patterns depicting every phase of the moon. The surface is crystal clear and often shows no reflection. For people passing by or staring into the mirror for a long time images will start to form. Randomly based on the person and the latest dreams, no matter how intimate or scandalous. There are no obvious markings of who made the mirror, and it is marked as being donated anonymously.
Opening night. A night when Alexandria's locals strut their stuff and most importantly, artists have the chance to pair off with noble, or mercantile, sponsorships. Tonight, the museum is packed with visitors from every social strata. Lady Kiya Kashani is in the midst of it all. She stands in the great foyer, greeting each attendee. Her long dress is in Ceinara's colors. The front of it is embroidered in the style of phoenix feathers. Alexandrian phoenixes, of course.
In fact, red is the color of the evening. Phoenix. Alexandria. A nation of TRADE, a nation of CRAFT and ADVENTURE. Alexandria shines tonight, from the robust colors of visitors to the multi-layered, glass blade by Mithralla Merchandise.
Smoky smells overlay the museum's interior. Browsing-foods consist of bits of roast pork, sides of cranberry and chipolte sauces, and rich salads made from fall's fare. The overall effect is rich, robust, and sweetly spiced: a nod to Alexandria at its center, a nation which prefers its hearty fare.
In a type of sundress, Sasha has decided to come here in rather semi formal, yet still acceptable clothes. She still has her medallion on, and a furred cloak on, since winter is here. She looks at the glass blade and grins. "This is well done....a nice showpiece."
Stirling is dressed in a fashion similar to the dress uniforms of the Blar military, albeit without any kind of insignia for rank. Lots of shiny buttons though and a broad belt that almost makes the Arvek look more like a person. Save of course for the large red lense for an eye. He is interested in the success of the openining, hoping that the art of his own craft is recognized. Stirling of course does his best to socialize which means standing in a corner of the room, with a hat under his arm and looking about the room a bit akwardly.
Mikilos is grey. Scratch that, is Grey. It's a Grey beyond the regular greyness of being grey, more grey than grey. A -real- grey. It's a wizard thing. More accurately, it's an Archmage thing, and might be one of the few things to really stand out in this swirl of colors. The tall elf wanders a bit, admireing the works on display, but frequently wandering back to his own donation, answering the questions posed. The same questions, again, and again, and again...
Nodding politely to Sasha, he smiles. "Oh no, it's perfectly functional. I mean yes, it can break if you're careless, but so can steel."
Astaren is wondering through the halls looking at the various items on display with a bemused expression. He has a book floating in front of him as he takes notes thoughtfully. A glance to some of the others and offers a note. He himself is wearing a fine robe of blues and silvers.
Grush hangs back a little, feeling rather underdressed in her plain clothes. She skirts the room to pick up some food before wandering over to gaze up at the Glass Dragon in amazement
Sasha chuckles a bit. "I wouldn't know how to swing that thing it my life depended on it. Nor would I want to..."
A small gobber in a rather large hat comes to a stop near Stirling. "Do you think he's part of the medical exhibit?" she asks her friend, who also happens to be a small gobber in a rather large hat. The two of them 'surround' Stirling. One of them takes out a notepad and pen.
"I'm not sure about that dragon statute. It is a bit, perhaps..." A tallish woman stands near Sasha. She wears a stole of mid-late fashion. So someone modestly well-off. "Ostentatious?"
There are all stripes here today, at the museum. It is, after all, a great chance to snag a sponsorship.
A long, flowing, deep blue velvet dress adorns the woman. The deep circle neckline and bottom hem embroidered with a gold filigree to create a pattern of flowers that entwine their way around her. The dress is sleeveless, a smattering of gold buttons runs in a v-shape down the front of her torso to the top of the flowing skirts. Under the dress is a white shirt, longsleeves and a high neck with a frill at cuff and collar.
A cloak of similar material, thick and richer in color, gasps about her neck in a floral clasp, the full circle partially moved back from her dress to reveal the clothes underneath.
And that is what Kisaiya strides in wearing. Her hands tucked behind herself, and her hair tucked and tied into a bun near the back of her head with a flare of loose strands in a starburst. And trailing along with Kisa, is another woman, though not Serra but instead her assistant who she whispers too softly on matters before finally - with a sigh - shooing her away to go enjoy the festivities as well.
Mikilos smiles. "The basics of swordplay are quite simple, really. The pointy end goes in the other guy."
Stirling looks down at the gobber, a deep scowl on his face "I am not part of the exibits." he says with a deep growl but takes a deep breath. "There is an exibit on my leg however." he says pointing stiffly. "You can see the process and evolution from a simple prostetic to the one I wear, which is more functional then a flesh and bone leg."
Speaking of dragons...
"EXCUSSE ME, EXCUSSE ME. YESS, IF YOU WOULD NOT MIND--"
The great, booming voice comes from the east wing. The east is an "open" wing, composed of a large garden with an iron lattice-and-vine canopy overhead. The loud flapping signals the presence of a Very Large Creature. Firelight from the event soon reflects on bronze scales and two, gemstone eyes.
The two gobbers in front of Stirling continue to scribble notes. "Fascinating! Why, they reproduce voices now, too!" Furious scribbling follows. This close, Stirling can read the decorative cards tucked so neatly into their hats. Reporters from the Tribune. He's about to go on record as a museum exhibit!
With illustrations, apparently.
One of them attempts to feed him. Does it blend?
And while that is going on, the Lady Kashani emerges from the entry. She offers a shy wave to those present.
Sasha tilts her head at Kisa before she looks to Mikilos. "Mmmm....but I'm not proficient. I'm a cleric, so I'm not trained..." then Lady Kashani and the dragon appears...."excuse me." She says to Mikilos and she makes her way for the dragon.....directly.
Mikilos chuckles, and nods, offering a polite nod in return to the Lady Kashani, before trailing along towards the largest guest. He might be a magus with over a century of experience, but dragons are still cool.
Grush is gazing as wide eyed at the fashion on display as the exhibits. Shes never seen so many beautiful things before. She jumps a little at the booming voice, diving undignifiedly behind a table as she sees the dragon appear. After a few seconds she notices no one elses seems to be runing or screaming and emerges bashfully, glancing around to see if anyone noticed
Astaren stops as he looks at the dragon for a long moment and takes a fewnotes. "Interesting choice of artwork." then stops as he notices the entrance of somebody, and waves over to Kisaiya, "Hey there, doing well this evening?" walking up without a care in the world. "Some good artwork here, though the seems a bit... interesting." Shrugging his shoulders.
Kisaiya hears... "OH DAMN IT!" She says with a frustrated sound and chases after her assistant, grabbing at the shoulder of a few people - the wrong ones - before finally finding her intended target. "Tami. Tami. Tami! Accounting book!" She snaps and gives a beckoning wave of her hand toward the woman.
Tami sighs and looks at Kisa with a mildly annoyed expression as she turns away from a rather handsome looking individual she seemed to be talking to.
"C'mon! C'mon!" Kisa says, looking to the man Tami was talking to, "He's not going anywhere. He likes your dress. I told you it was smart to go with the lower neckline. It's the lower neckline, right? I told her to do that." The man simply stares at Kisa, and opens his mouth, repeatedly, as he blushes and quickly starts trying to make his way away from Kisa.
"Seriously?!" Tami kisses at Kisa, fumbling through the bag and finally jamming the book into her hands before running off after the guy.
"Dragon-dragon-dragon-dragon!" Kisa says, each one louder than the other as she seriously-fast walks off in the direction of of it only to come to a screeching halt. She looks to Astaren, back to dragon, to Astaren, Dragon. "UUUUUUUGH!" A sigh, a breath, another sigh, she pinches the bridge of her nose.
"I... Astaren the Sky, right, uhhh can you gimme like two minutes and we can talk?" A grin to him as she starts edging toward the Garden with the book clutched to her chest.
"I'm glad you think so," Lady Kashani responds to Astaren, her eyes sparkling. She touches his hand briefly in silent thanks, and then turns to the grand room. "And, thank you all for coming. It's wonderful to be able to, to be able to..." there's a slight pause. Those knowledgable in reading faces might read it as slightly terrified. That moment before the puppy leaps off grandpa's chair and into the anniversary cake. "I...could someone please help move the trees?" Not perhaps, the opening Lady Kashani had opened to begin with.
And not perhaps, the impression the dragon had wanted to make. "EXCUSSE ME," comes a more polite, dare one say embarrassed? voice, from the eastern wing. "COULD SSOMEONE WITH A AAHH...MORE DELICATE SSTRUCTURE, PLEASSE MOVE THESSE OUT OF THE WAY?"
He gestures with bronze claws to a pair of potted trees.
One might watch the mirror, too. It's terribly close by. Alarmingly so.
"You er, could shapechange, sir," suggests a guard nearby. This earns an increduluous look.
The reporters meanwhile, are still attempting to draw poor Stirling. Also, to feed him. Because apparently mechanical Stirlings need fed!
Sasha smiles as she walks rather directly up to the dragon....and gives a formal curtsey. "Greetings again, Merchant Tangisir. I have to apologize for my....lack of formal grace at our last meeting. I did not expect to see one of your....stature at that particular meeting. I wanted to thank you for putting your faith in us at the oasis, your magnificence." She says with a grins, before turning to look at the room at large.
Astaren tilts his head to Kisaiya and chuckles, 'Of course." he offers thoughtfully and glancing to Tami, "She always like this? You must have a lot of patience." shrugging his shoulders as he then glances to Kashani and shrugs, "Something feels off, but the design is good, very talented. nothing to be scared of here I hope?" Noticing the expression.
Stirling growls at the goblins, knocking the food away and simply walks away into the wing with the dragon. He makes a polite bow to the dragon. "Good evening." he says before moving on to stand by /someone/ else. "Are the goblins following me?" he asks Kisaiya without looking back.
GAME: Hun'rar has connected.
GAME: Cesran has connected.
Cesran has arrived.
Tami, who's walking by Astaren after the guy she's trying to find who's disappeared into the crowd mutters, "You have /no/ idea." Her mouth is pulled into a thin line of annoyance. A look back to Kisa and a sigh as she rolls her eyes and then starts off after her instead. Though as Tami starts off behind Kisa, she's wearing a bit more of an amused smile.
Kisaiya on the other hand nods her head and flails an arm at Astaren while says "Ye-imme-sec, RIGHT BACK!" And with that she starts to falk walk off again with a clatter of her feet as she tries to keep from running. Clang- CLATTER! As Kisa accidentally shoulder checks a server, "SORRY!" She calls in her wake.
Tami helps the man up, picks up his tray and steals one of the finger foods that didn't land on the floor as she gives a smile and then moves off in the wake of Kisa's chaos.
"DRAGON! Errr... MERCHANT LIZARD! no." Kisa looks over to Stirling for a moment, glances behind them and hisses out, "Yes, but hold on! I need to talk to him. Why are they drawing you? Wait! Doesn't matter" A jerk of her thumb to Tangisir. Kisa hurred up, and Tami follows after her.
Tami on the other hand looks at Stirling up and down, glances to the goblins, and then leans in to whisper, "Just tell them that you think you saw Sandy, the Magical Girl, in the other wing." A nod of her head and she hurries up behind Kisa.
"Merchant-" Kisa starts, pausing.
"Tangisir." Tami whispers to her.
"-Tangisir! Err, I nedd you and book to help figure out with the things at the jackal place!" She thrusts the accounting book toward the Dragon. Because... that's clear, right?
Astaren is cleary bemused by all of what is going on around Kisaiya, "Who needs a meusuem, when you have a living entertainer." mostly to himself and shakes his head. "Though you know..." Then tami runs off and he shrugs, "She is right about the neck line." Then closes up his book as he glances around to find another piece of artwork to admire, moving right past the silver mirror without even glancing at it.
Having transitioned from terror to awe, Grush skirts the room to get closer to the Dragon, watching Kisaiya charge over to it with her usual forceful prescence
Sticking his head into the museum, Garrin steps inside and has a look around, slowly, to try to figure out what he wants to look at first.
His outrageously feathered and large hat makes him stand out.
Mikilos is fairly content to stand back and watch, but when no one else seems inclined to do so, the elf steps forward to move a potted tree aside. A quick gesture, and the other tree moves itself. Magic. So handy.
GAME: Rhar has connected.
Beaglefinder summons Rhar.
Rhar has arrived.
"AAAAHH, DEAR HEARTHGUARD. IT IS A DELIGHT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. THANK YOU ALL AGAIN FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE WITH SUCH A DELICATE MATTER...I...OH, YES, JACK. IT IS ODD YOU MENTION HIM. HE KEEPSS SSENDING ME GIFTSS," The dragon merchant replies, with some confusion to his tone. "I AM AFRAID I DO NOT UNDERSSTAND WHY. HE'SS ASSKED ME TO PASS A FEW OF THEM ALONG. I WILL ASSK MY ASSISTANT TO GET THEM TO YOU, LATER TODAY..."
He sits there, smelling of sand and spice. From Veyshan is this dragon, from his accent to the poise of his claws as he is careful not to move. Or, risk dislodging the trees or even more delicately, that mirror.
"Hey! Hey, you there. You look strong. Do you think you could--?" asks one of the guards. He gestures to Grush. "--I could use some help with those trees, there." He pauses, "That mirror too, come to think of it. I don't know who donated it, but--damn spooky thing if you--*cough*--sorry. I don't mean to--oh, hey! Thanks!" as Mikilos moves to magic one of them out of the way. There's another left.
Cesran comes in with his staff and he looks around to see what's going on in the museum. His staff is eager to look around as well. "Finally you bring me somewhere nice instead of the pub all the time." She spots the dragon, "Cesran take me over to meet him." The wizard chuckles as he starts to make his way over towards the dragon.
"Oh, yeah! sure" Grush hurries to help the men move the trees, trying not to stare at the dragon the whole time
-=-=-=-=- At a glance around Roleplay Nexus: Museum of Reflections =-=-=-=-= Alba 3m 5'9" 122 Lb Human Female A black-haired, masked Veyshanti woman. Astaren 1m 6'1" 179 Lb Human Male A tall man wearing dark blue robes. Beaglefinder 0s 7'4" 479 Lb Bumbly Blumby A bumbly, four-legged beagle. Cesran 3m 6'1" 185 Lb Human Male A tall dark-skinned man Garrin 1m 5'10" 145 Lb Human Male A young, human fellow in well-crafted leathers. Grush 2m 7'6" 250 Lb Orc Female A large, imposing female Oruch Kisaiya 5m 5'9" 135 Lb Human Female Tan skin, and auburn hair cut in a graduated bob. Mikilos 2m 6'8" 180 Lb Dawn Elf Male Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome. Rhar 9m 3'0" 36 Lb Halfling Female A furry lucht. In furs. Baness of Night. Sasha 27s 6'4" 245 Lb Human Female Huge Blonde Woman Stirling 18m 6'0" 220 Lb Hobgoblin Male Powerfully built Arvek with enormous chrome gauntlets. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Shinies, shinies, everywhere! But, more importantly, many sticks! But even more more importantly, food!
A pair of noses part the doors, sniffing along. One belongs to Gurr, the very large and very talented wolf, whose fur is groomed for the occassion. Right above his, the much smaller nose resting on the face resting atop the larger nose belongs to Rhar, who is decked out in her finest furs! They look exactly like her usual furs, and are not groomed for any occassion.
"it is because he is trying to court me." Sasha says with a little bit of a giggle, and a little more exasperation. "It seems when I offered to create water for him and the oasis, he has seemed to become enamored with me. Admittedly, the events at the oasis left me a little confused, since I was focused on the task at hand, but I do realize now what it was. Extra water, extra pieces of fruit, an extra wedge of pie. He was trying to hint, and I was focused on something else. He was remarkably sweet. Please....if you would, send them to the Temple of Althea, where I stay. I do appreciate it."
"And I was happy to assist you as best as I could. It was Kisaiya's merchantile skills that helped in most of what we did there. I just....helped banish the evil that was there."
Stirling continues to look up at the dragon, although not saying anything. When the goblins arrive he does his best to shoo them away, unhappy that he doesn't have his Titanfists on to do it. "There was a young lady of an arcane nature named Sandy in another wing." he tells them through clenched teeth.
GAME: Ceres has connected.
Mikilos blinks innocently. "The Lady Sandiel? Yes, I barely recognized her in that outfit. A very bold choice, if I do say so myself." That should get them searching in all the wrong places.
GAME: Stirling rolls perception: (20)+17: 37
GAME: Grush rolls perception: (19)+3: 22
GAME: Astaren rolls perception: (13)+16: 29
GAME: Garrin rolls Perception: (2)+15: 17
GAME: Cesran rolls perception: (9)+24: 33
Stirling looks over at Mikilos. "What? I am Stirling. If you take a moment you will notice only my leg and eye are of a magic quality, don't be daft." he says shaking his head. "I am thinking that I should have stayed in my lab."
GAME: Mikilos rolls perception: (20)+18: 38
Kisaiya looks up to the dragon and stomps her foot, "HEY! Bo-" a pause, and Kisaiya snickers once, then twice, and her gaze slowly turns to look at Sasha. She stares at her for a moment.
Tami leans in, "Sasha." She says quietly.
"I know who she is!" Kisa says, glaring back at her assistant before sticking her tongue out at the other woman. "My memory is not that bad!" Tami stares at her, an eyebrow raising up imperiously. "... Most of the time!" Kisa finishes off, then looks back toward Sasha.
"You know-" Kisaiya says.
"Sasha." Tami reminds her again.
Kisa looks back at Tami with an I hate you look, and another stick of her tongue out, "-/Sasha/-" Tami nods reassuringly. Kisa throws her hands up. "Seriously Tamara?!" Kisa says, planting her hands on her hips and turning her attention away from her previous target of conversation - being Sasha - as she can't help it. After a few moments her mouth twitches and she starts to snicker. "Okay, that was a good one."
Kisa clears her throat, looking back to Sasha, "So... a little bird told me that you have some new tea to try?" She arches her eyebrows curiously, not a hint of laughter in her gaze, no it wasn't a hint at all - it was a riotous laugh that she kept inside.
After finishing helping move the trees a servant shoves a tray of canapes into Grushs hands and asks her to take them around. She really does look more like staff than a guest at the moment. Not really fussed she starts wandering through the crowd, offering them out and feeling much more confident now that she has a purpose, she gets a little distracted by the glass dragon though, even with the real dragon here it keeps pulling her eyes to it
Astaren is suddenly there nearby Sasha and Kisaiya, "New tea to try?" eyes looking between them all, his attention has been caught.
"...we could make paper dolls..." the gobbers have their heads together. Their long ears wobble with excitement. "Yes! Yes, what better to illustrate the marvels of modern art and technology!"
On their notebooks are sketches of Stirling. Apparently, they intend to make him into a paper doll for the paper, complete with swappable arms and legs. Fashionable and educational!
"AHHH! WHY, THEN I AM DELIGHTED TO PASS ON SUCH A MESSAGE. THOUGH OF COURSE, I MYSELF AM ABOVE SUCH..." and Tangisir turns his massive head over the gathering. And... "WHAT A LOVELY, YET TERRIFYING MIRROR," he murmurs, before catching sight of..."LADY KISHANA! WHY...A DELIGHT TO SSEE YOU AS WELL. I-I MEAN, PERHAPSS I HAVE HEARD MUCH OF YOUR ENDEAVORSS." Is that...blushing?
The Lady seems to have vanished behind Astaren, or Mikilos. Both are suitably tall! Her ears are slightly pinkish and...ah. Yes, they are conviently tall.
Near the door, one of the servants takes out a platter of the roast pork, and lowers it to the floor.
Stirling looks down at the goblins, slowly running a hand along his face. "Yup, I'm going back to the lab." he says donning his hat and marching out of the museum.
Mikilos blinks a few times, smiling at the Lady. "A successful gathering, it would seem. Likely to be the talk of the town for days, at least. And nothing world ending has even happened yet." This is Alexandria. World ending stuff is a regular event.
Who would be so rude a guest as to allow an entire platter of roast pork to land on the floor?! Not Gurrtholamew Wolfington III, Esq! Using quick reflexes, a snap of his jaws, and ancient lupine magics, he rescues the meat, platter and all, from such an ignominious fate! More resistant bits that spatter on his nose are dutifully removed by Rhar, acolyte in training.
"...well."
Garrin is a bit... surprised by all this. And then there's Rhar. And Gurr. His eyes are on them, now, as well. Because Gurr! He knows Gurr. He heads over towards the wol;f and aims to give him a scritch between the ears. At the risk of his hand, of cour se. "Hi, Gurr!" And then a grin towards Rhar. "Allo, Rhar," he adds.
Astaren glances behind him to the lady there, "If you are needing to hide, I could make you invisible if you want." winking and then hmming, "I am Astaren, and you are m'lady?" offering a half bow and doing a very poor job of hiding her.
Cesran as he looks around trying to make his way closer towards the dragon so that his staff can meet him. He looks around at the artwork, "Very interesting pieces a mix of magic and art. It's beautiful in especially when you can see the designs." He says as he moves closer to the dragon, "Greetings. I am Arch-mage Cesran and this is Ral-sara." The dragon headed staff nods her head, 'Greetings."
Grush notices the platter intended for the Dragon being snapped up and hurries off to grab another one. This Dragon seems friendly but she certainly didn't want it getting hungry. She brings another large platter of roast meats over, holding it up, out of reach of hungry wolves "Ah- Si- Ma.... My Lord, snacky things? They're good"
"Thiss 'mirror' iss flawed..." a figure in a long robe stands near the mirror. His face is obscured by a hat nearly as big as Garrin's. Now that it's been pointed out, a few others are wandering through the gardens to see the installment.
Y-yes, I am quite glad," Lady Kiya murmurs. She smiles gratefully to the crafter, before looking to Astaren as well. "Lady Kiya Kashani," she says, with a self-conscious, genteel laugh. "Though I suppose I'm not as remarkable as the art here. Master Mithralla, I know you made the sword. Did you contribute anything, Master Astaren?" she asks curiously of the man.
"...it doess not sshow Heth ass the god he iss," continues the voice from the garden. Merchant Tangisir, about to respond, goes quiet. He looks stunned, were one to look at him.
Astaren holds up a finger to his lips, "I did, but I doubt anybody would guess it. Something I have been experimenting with at the temple, a few of us worked on it. Shall see how people react." grinning a moment, "I did put a warning on it after all." winking to the lady, "A pleasure to make your aquaintance lady kiya Kashani." then glances to the garden, "Is he... ok?"
Mikilos blinks, ears perking, and looks towards the mirror. Or more correctly, those near the mirror.
GAME: Ga'Elian has connected.
Wolf and wolfling are not so hungry. Now. Gurr accepts the digestive-aiding scritches and Rhar looks up to excitedly wave both paws. "Hi! Good food!" Then she excitedly points at the "Shiny lizard, too!" Gurr doesn't answer, as he is still chewing, and it is impolite to talk with one's mouth full. Especially when it is full of squealing, crunching metal.
Shiny metal.
He stops chewing suddenly and his ears perk.
Inspiration.
He then resumes chewing, more slowly and controlled.
Stirling stops near the exit, his head turning back. "Did... I hear that right?"
Sasha simply places a hand on the dragon's scales. "Kisa? Can you go find who said that please?" She says softly.
Gurr continues his thoughtful chewing, while studying the dragon... or possibly the other tray of meat before said dragon. Both are in his line of vision, and there is a copious flow of lupine drool dripping from his jowls.
Rhar looks over and around at people wondering what was said or who said it, and helpfully helps. Much louder than before. "Rhar say it!" She points again at the shiny lizard, in case others didn't hear about or notice it. "Shiny lizard!"
Kisa stares at Sasha again, as she asks her to do something, not even any comment on the teas? She sighs, raising the book up and thumping her head lightly, "Find who said what?" She says in a muffled tone. She looks up to the dragon for a moment, then back down to Sasha.
"I need you to be a bit more specific-" Kisa says, Tami leans in whispers "Sasha." Kisa looks back at her, flailing the accounting book at her, which Tami catches and tucks back into her bag as Kisa calls at the other lady, "I know her name! You just heard me use it!!"
GAME: Whirlpool has partially disconnected.
GAME: Rhar rolls companioncraft/blacksmithing: (6)+9: 15
GAME: Valdeko has connected.
GAME: Whirlpool has reconnected.
Beaglefinder summons Ga'Elian.
Ga'Elian has arrived.
GAME: Hun'rar has disconnected. <Timeout>
"Your attraction to thiss creature, merchant, iss a perverssion." The robed figure flicks a hand towards the mirror. A hand tipped in claws. In the mirror now shows a chilling visage. A dragon's cold eyes emerge from behind its silvered surface. Beneath is a great, hungry maw on a great black dragon. Its vastness stretches to the stars, and past.
The temperature in the museum begins to drop.
"You are fortunate. I, at Heth'ss command, have come to ssave you from your sstupidity." The figure dops his hat, and a dragon's visage is there, as well. He begins to grow in size, matching the merchant in bulk, and shoving him aside. Merchant Tangisir snarls, and shoves back, throwing his weight against the newcomer.
But what's happening shows no signs of stopping.
The temperature drops. And drops. The museum wall, a wall carved from the mountains, begins to shake. It cracks.
Wights pour through.
"FEEL HISS WRATH!!!" Wights, and a thundering, draconic roar. The newcomer's maw opens, and opens...blotting out the stars.
GAME: Astaren rolls spellcraft: (6)+19: 25
Ga'Elian walks in and stops in his tread, jaw dropping. "What did I just walk into?!"
GAME: Ga'Elian rolls spellcraft: (11)+10: 21
GAME: Ga'Elian rolls Knowledge/geography: (7)+5: 12
GAME: Sasha rolls 1d20+2+1: (5)+2+1: 8
GAME: Sasha rolls 1d20+2+1: (9)+2+1: 12
GAME: Sasha rolls 1d20+2+1: (10)+2+1: 13
GAME: Mikilos rolls knowledge/local: (11)+12: 23
GAME: Mikilos rolls spellcraft: (15)+28: 43
GAME: Mikilos rolls knowledge/geography: (6)+12: 18
GAME: Garrin rolls Knowledge/geography: Trained Use Only: 0
Kisa looks back at Tami as she hears the hissing words. She frowns and whispers, "Is that a Sith-makar? It sounds kinda like one but... not." She looks back, then to Tami, Sasha, the thing.
Tami shakes her head and then shrugs - mystified.
Kisa holds up her hand, "Peas in your nethers!" She calls out with a grin.
Tami hisses out, "That's not what they say."
Kisa looks back at her and her brows furrow again, a tilt of her head, "What do you mean that's not what they say. I hear them say that /all the time/." She blinks and just turns back to look and... Well now it's changing and she just stares, murmuring softly, "Oh my..." A shout at it, "NOT THE DRESS! I JUST GOT THIS ONE!"
Ga'Elian reaches into his shoulder bag and pulls out a small vial of holy water.
When the Wights start pouring in, Sasha immediately grabs her medallion......and backs up. "Tami, get Kisaiya's scythe......NOW!" She says as a pulse of positive energy is sent down at the wights. "Everyone! Focus your fire on the opening at the wall! that's where they're coming through! And barricade them as best you can......."
Mikilos hesitates for only a moment, and digs into one of his many pockets. Digging out a handful, the magus gestures at the wave of wights, and a fair section crumble to dust. "....been waiting to use that spell."
GAME: Mikilos casts Undeath to Death. Caster Level: 11 DC: 24
Astaren glences his teeth and growls, "Damn it all, perversions on perfectly good magical works. Going to have to make another one." then glances over to Sasha, "No, focus the mirror. By the hells, they perverted it and twisted it. Destory the mirror and this all ends." glancing to the lady behind him and with a wave of his hand and a push, "Get you to saftey now." the lady being pushed right through a dimensional door to safty somewhere. Glancing back, "The Mirror!!"
GAME: Cesran rolls knowledge/local: (11)+27: 38
Gurr growls at ths sudden change in temperament. Not temperature, as his fur is quite good againts a chill. This defamation of artistic expression is intolerable! Speaking of which, his growling pauses to that he can open his maw and stick out his tongue at the bronze dragon. It isn't an insult, but a presentation of the draconic statuette hastily chewed from the metal serving tray. It isn't his best work, but it was rather rushed, and is still recognizable.
Rhar points pointing fingers at the robed one yelling, and the cracking wall of incoming things.
"Rhar!" Because Gurr taught her to introduce herself (it;s only polite!)
"You no hurt pack!"
GAME: Astaren rolls knowledge/history: (17)+16: 33
GAME: Cesran rolls spellcraft: (5)+41: 46
Ga'Elian looks at the void creature and declares, "Thou foul desecrator! I hunt thee!" He throws the vial at the robed one.
Grush watches the scene unfold with growing horror. She has no idea whats going on, or what those things are, she didn't even know Dragons came in SPACE colours. She rushes to Kisaiyas side tosses the silver platter she's carrying like a discus, sending meat flying everywhere as it impacts with one of the Wights skulls "This is really bad right? This isn't part of the show?" she asks Kisaiya, looking around for somekind of weapon
"GET HER OUT!" the merchant roars. He doesn't notice Astaren's actions though later, he is sure to be grateful. The massive bronze slams his body into the voidbeast. It's soon a fight between the great wyrms. Ga'Elian's vial strikes, hissing and burning as it lands. It gives Tangisir a momentary advantage. The mirror...is soon crushed underneath them to fragments and powder, as are a number of precious, art objects.
Lady Kashani's repairs...
The artwork...the crafts. The heart of Alexandria...
Undeath pours through the hole in the mountain. There is screaming.
You need to get people out. And, it's getting hard to breathe.
GAME: Ga'Elian used a Holy Water.
GAME: Ga'Elian casts Life Bubble. Caster Level: 15 DC: 16
Ga'Elian goes OOC.
Ga'Elian has left.
Ga'Elian has arrived.
Ga'Elian arrives from OOC.
"...fuck."
Garrin's words are simple at that. "FUck," he wheezes.
HE grabs at the people closest to him and runs for the exits as fast as his legs can take him.
GAME: Cesran refreshes spells.
Ga'Elian nods at the directive to get folks out, but pauses to call upon Eluna's power to give a bunch of folks a bubble of clean air and comfortable temperature for a couple hours.
GAME: Ferrah has connected.
"Grush....get everyone out. Kisa....go!" Sasha says as she nudges Tami to follow Kisaiya. Sasha is tugging Grush to go along with them, along with Lady Kiya. And Sasha is breathing quite hard.
Kisaiya look toward Grush and just shakes her head, gesturing toward the exit as she feels her breath pulled from her body. She glares at Sasha then and starts in farther as she points out toward the dragon, yelling, "YOU STOP THAT!" And then she tries to grab a few of the people and get them moving toward the exit. Tami is already headed off in that direction, having taken the hint to leave, and now that Kisa has a couple people she begins trying to get out of the area as well.
Weapons are everywhere! Rhar grabs up a metal poking tined stick, and a larger flat round stick. They're almost like the ones she uses in battle, just don't have the same things for holding onto. "Go! Pack go!" She and Gurr stand fast to put packmates going behind them and evil things that want to hurt packmates in front. Rhar protect pack's flank as they go!
GAME: Stjepan has connected.
"Just get to saftey! I need to check the kitchen, there's people in there!" Grush breaks away from Sasha and starts running towards the staff area, stopping to grab the Glass Sword, its case already shattered by the seismic activity "please don't break" she whispers to it as she takes a deep breath
Astaren glances around, nods to Ga'Elian in thanks for the bubble, "Thanks. Take care of the wraiths, I am going to help the dragon that is on our side." Taking off and rushes towards the two fightning dragons. His hand weaving in the air leaving a trail of blue energy ribbons behind him. A snap of his fingers and pointing them at the bronze dragons throws a blessing of fervor onto him.
GAME: Ceres has disconnected. <Timeout>
GAME: Jenner has connected.
Ga'Elian blows a blast on his hunting horn to both drive folks out by the sheet loudness (a la CIA vs Manuel Noriega), and to get people's attention to follow the hor blast with a yelled, "EVACUATE!" Then with his magical air bubble, he grabs his bow and turns to the influx of wights. Fast as he can, he nocks arrow after arrow to loose into the walking dead.
Jenner has arrived.
Sasha is keeping close to Elian....and ripping through a few of the wights with LASERS! Alternating between lasers and channeling energy....burning them with blue flame. "Keep moving...we've gotta get people out of here!"
GAME: Kisaiya has reconnected.
Kisaiya has reconnected.
Rhar pokes at dead things and uses her empty plate (not as heavy as full plate!) to protect going pack. Gurr snaps and bites, keeping big jaws and big body in the way for interference. "Go pack go!" That's Rhar; Gurr ends up with a mouthful of Wight, which makes cheering difficult.
GAME: Ga'Elian takes ten on Bow+Undead-RapidShot-DA: aliased to Weapon12+2-2-4: (10)+28+2+-2+-4: 34 to BeagleFinder
GAME: Ga'Elian takes ten on BowDmg/vEvil+DAdmg+Undead: aliased to BowDmg/vEvil+8+2: (10)+BowDmg/vEvil+8+2: 20 to Beaglefinder
Grush shoulder barges a wight in her way, slamming it into the wall and stabbing it straight through the eye. The sword is amazing, and thankfully not shattering under duress, perfectly weighted and almost disturbingly sharp, cutting through bone like butter. She kicks the door to the kitches open and draws a laboured breath "Get out now!" she bellows "Help anyone that can't move!"
GAME: Ga'Elian takes ten on BowDmg+vEvil+DAdmg+Undead: aliased to 1d8+Strength+1 good/magic+2d6+8+2: (10)+2+1 good/magic+(10)+8+2: 33 to Beaglefinder
Finally, Garri nreturns! Briefly. He's staring in horror as he returns to the museum to try to grab more people to get /out/ of here. That's him right now. TRying to get people out.
Astaren is taking up a position on the far side of the bronze fightning dragon. His hands moving quickly as he keeps casting healing spells into the creature, during everything he can to keep the bronze dragon alive. "We need to stop the void dragon..." he gasps out as he moves around to keep himself safe and not crushed under foot.
In the midst of firing arrows off at the wights in volley after volley, Ga'Elian shouts, "That bronze needs to get hauled to safety!"
Mikilos casts his arms towards the wall. At his command, stone moves to seal the hole the voiddragon had wrought. Yet, something fights back. For a while, they battle back and forth--the cold power of the Void versus a llyranesi's arcane skill. Gradually it closes, but not enough. Wraiths and worse still come through, though at a much slower pace.
It buys you time.
And the chaos. With your concentrated efforts, you're able to urge and aid people out of the museum. Garrin, Gurr, and Grush, in team with Rhar, are instrumental in herding everyone to safety. Lady Kashani is importantly, brought to safety.
Ga'Elian, Cesran, and the priestess, Sasha, stand with the guards, facing down hordes of undead. They manage to slow the tide, allowing Garrin, Gurr, Grush, and Rhar to urge the patrons out, and to relative safety.
Astaren's magic catches the merchant full-on. Wounds heal, and with a roar and speed he drives claws into the void's throat. Those who know him had heard rumors of the Burning Sands. Perhaps not all of those skills are forgotten. The tide is turning. You are making it so.
Yet, there are sacrifices. Art is left behind. Pristine crafts. The heart, and pride, of Alexandria. And, unless its sealed, undead will continue to pour out from the open-crypts, out from the museum. The dragon's battle is slowing, but still ongoing.
It just needs one. more. push.
GAME: Grush rolls fortitude: (18)+6: 24
GAME: Aurala has connected.
GAME: Astaren gives you 25 gold.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Sasha seems to be steeling herself for something. "Elian....cover me." She says as she takes a DEEP breath.....and rushes forward towards the battling dragons. Not even thinking of her own safety, she dives for the bronze's tail and grabs it with both hands. With that grab, she channels her biggest cure spell into the bronze dragon....and on her right hand.....a ring begins to glow a BRIGHT blue light. It seems the ring is channeling even more healing energy into the dragon, even if just a little bit more.
GAME: Aurala has disconnected. <Netfailure>
GAME: Astaren gives you 225 gold.
GAME: Cesran casts Wall of Force. Caster Level: 20 DC: 29
Astaren steps back as he pants, running low on healing spells. A snap of his fingers as his ring on his left hand starts to glow blue. "By my bond." His whispers and traces his fingers around the ring and pulls out energy and traces it through the air. Then pushes it all towards the bronze dragon, covering him in a layer of stone skin. "That is all I am can do, almost drained of his magical energies."
A wight jumps on Grushs back as she tries to usher the servants out, biting into her shoulder. With a scream she manages to throw it over her onto the ground and cut off its head in one swing. This really was an awesome sword. She looks around the kitchen, checking for any stragglers. Theres a old woman collapsed on the floor, one of the cooks, her lungs not able to take the strain. Grush dashes over to her and slings her over her shoulder, wincing as the action increases the blood flowing down her side. She turns to run, but the door is blocked! Snarling wights dashing towards her. She grabs a large pan and throws it at them, splashing hot oil everywhere, as they recoil she charges through them, covering the cook with her body as they swipe at them. Her vision starting to waver from lack of air and running purely on Oruch Ferocity she sprints for the door, moving her leaden legs as fast as she can. She barely makes it outside before she collapses to her knees, choking and coughing, blood seeping through her clothes
-=-=-=-=- At a glance around Roleplay Nexus: Museum of Reflections =-=-=-=-=
Alba 2m 5'9" 122 Lb Human Female
A black-haired, masked Veyshanti woman.
Astaren 1m 6'1" 179 Lb Human Male
A tall man wearing dark blue robes.
Beaglefinder 0s 7'4" 479 Lb Bumbly Blumby
A bumbly, four-legged beagle.
Cesran 2m 6'1" 185 Lb Human Male
A tall dark-skinned man
Ga'Elian 3m 5'4" 120 Lb Sylvanori Male
a male wild elf with coppery hair & bright teal eyes
Garrin 60s 5'10" 145 Lb Human Male
A young, human fellow in well-crafted leathers.
Grush 57s 7'6" 250 Lb Orc Female
A large, imposing female Oruch
Jenner 5m 6'0" 190 Lb Human Male
Slender Acanian male, one green eye, dark black hair
Kisaiya 1m 5'9" 135 Lb Human Female
Tan skin, and auburn hair cut in a graduated bob.
Mikilos 2m 6'8" 180 Lb Dawn Elf Male
Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome.
Rhar 3m 3'0" 36 Lb Halfling Female
A furry lucht. In furs. Baness of Night.
Sasha 39s 6'4" 245 Lb Human Female
Huge Blonde Woman
Stirling 58m 6'0" 220 Lb Hobgoblin Male
Powerfully built Arvek with enormous chrome gauntlets.
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GAME: You award players XP for being in character
GAME: Beaglefinder has awarded you 0 XP for being in character!
GAME: RPG - Staff gives you 2100 copper.
GAME: You award players XP for being in character
GAME: Beaglefinder has awarded you 0 XP for being in character!
GAME: RPG - Staff gives you 2100 copper.
Cesran can see that the dragon needs help but the undead need to stay in and he waits to time it just right to put up a wall of force to stop the undead from leaving the museum but to let the rest of the people get out. He manages to time it just right as a wall of force goes up after the last person gets out. He looks to the other adventurer's with him, "So good news good news. We got everyone out and we have a horde of undead as well as a void dragon. Let's destroy them." He picks out a good spot and sets off a sunburst. A 80 foot radius burst of pure searing radiance silently explodes. It starts to vaporize undead as it rolls out before leaving just smoke and dust.
Stirling has disconnected.
GAME: Stirling has disconnected. <Timeout>
Cesran has disconnected.
GAME: Cesran has disconnected. <Netfailure>
Merchant Tangisir snarls, his hide cut to ribbons. But Althea's grace eases his wounds, and Eluna's magic hardens his hide. The void lunges--and his teeth snap on stone.
The tide turns.
And soon, with your help, the merchant's claws lunge into the void dragon's throat.
And soon, with your help, the museum is sealed. Temporarily of course, until the Temples can be summoned. But for now, you're safe. Many, many people are. Thanks to all of you.
In the meantime, there are straggling undead to nick off. Tasty, tasty straggling undead!
Astaren lets out a sigh as the void dragon goes down. Looking around he has a grim look and starts to walk out towards any remaining undead. A fireball going to one group, a lightning bolt to another. The Theurge may be out of healing magic, but he appears to have some evocation left him in, working to help finish up any straggling undead in the area.
Rhar was just covering packmates' tails when they tucked and ran! As for sealing voids, there's lots of sticks here. Tables, plates, bowls, forkes, spoons... all sticks! Gurr won't let Rhar jab any of the fancy, arty, pretty sticks in to stuff up the hole, but there's lots of empty serving things to use. Especially after he helps empty them.
No reason to waste good food.
Kisaiya took a moment on the outside of the area, breathing heavily after she hustled a few of the people outside. She took her time, drawing in her breath, and then exhaling to look around. As she stood back up, there's a clearing of a throat. Kisaiya turns, and smiles ever more widely as she sees Tami. She held the scythe in her hands, offering it out to Kisa, the Princess smiled.
"That Sasha lady is nice, and she was right. You need this." Tami gave a smile and then handed it off before she ran off to go see what was going on outside - maybe help a few people to safety. But this isn't Tami's story.
Kisa gripped her scythe, the haft was the same black-stained material it's always been. The same one she's had for years with only the blade so recently replaced. She smiled, her hands running along the woodgrain. Smiling ever wider as she whispered, "Time to go to work, huh?" She turned and charged back into the fray.
"SASHA!!" Kisa yelled out at the top of her lunch, glad that she stopped to catch her breath some, to charge back toward the undead. She stepped to the side, her blade slippigng in low, sweeping up and through an undead. A step, a pull of the blade through and a sweep of it around, using her shoulders as the haft swings about her hips, and it slides through another one of them.
She steps forward, looking up just in time to see the one dragon rip out the throat of the other. A gasp, a raise of her brows, and she stepped forward to whip the haft back about again and slice down another of thhe ones trying to work toward the street.