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sixwordstories2013-01-31 02:56 pm
conjuredskies) wrote in sixwordstories2013-01-31 02:56 pm
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This evening's taken an interesting turn.
We meet again.
[Simon laughs.]
How has your evening gotten interesting?
[Simon laughs.]
How has your evening gotten interesting?
Interesting? ... Yeah, I suppose that's one word for it.
A very surprising letter, for one thing.
[Felix leans back to look up at him, gestures to his small table.]
And now you come wandering by. Care to join me?
[Felix leans back to look up at him, gestures to his small table.]
And now you come wandering by. Care to join me?
[Simon smiles.]
Do I have a choice? Of course.
[He takes a step forward, then hesitates.]
[OOC: How strong/sturdy do the seats at said table look? If they look too rickety/light, Simon will make an excuse to stand.]
Do I have a choice? Of course.
[He takes a step forward, then hesitates.]
[OOC: How strong/sturdy do the seats at said table look? If they look too rickety/light, Simon will make an excuse to stand.]
I don't like necromancers any more than you do. [He peers over the rocks, risking a look at the cavern floor below.] But you have to wonder what they're up to in here.
[There's quite a few of them, and they look organised. The natural thing to ask is whether they're onto something a more honest mage could use.]
[There's quite a few of them, and they look organised. The natural thing to ask is whether they're onto something a more honest mage could use.]
[Luckily, Felix isn't paying close attention. His gaze casually sweeps the rest of the room, keeping an eye on the other patrons. Maybe certain ones in particular.]
Well, my charm has compelled people before, but that would be unsporting.
[OOC: Say they're stout and sturdy enough to take a fair bit of abuse/be used as weapons?]
Well, my charm has compelled people before, but that would be unsporting.
[OOC: Say they're stout and sturdy enough to take a fair bit of abuse/be used as weapons?]
[Simon doesn't sit, though he moves closer to the table and speaks in a hushed tone.]
Something exciting going on over there?
[OOC: Simon won't risk it, then. He's rather heavy and would prefer not to explain why he broke a chair by sitting on it :P]
Something exciting going on over there?
[OOC: Simon won't risk it, then. He's rather heavy and would prefer not to explain why he broke a chair by sitting on it :P]
[Felix glances at him, something conspiratorial in his smile.]
Hopefully not. Looks like we have a few Vigilants in with us tonight. Nice people, really, but I wouldn't want them to get excited.
[He has a sip of his ale, murmuring into the mug.]
At least not yet.
[OOC: Yeah, that might draw some attention. XD]
Hopefully not. Looks like we have a few Vigilants in with us tonight. Nice people, really, but I wouldn't want them to get excited.
[He has a sip of his ale, murmuring into the mug.]
At least not yet.
[OOC: Yeah, that might draw some attention. XD]
I find that hard to believe. [He's sticking close to Felix, grimacing when he sees they've got undead among their ranks too.
Alone he'd never take on this many at once. Even with a partner at his back it feels like a death wish.] I hope you've a good plan, conjurer. Because as far as I can tell, we're outnumbered at least three to one.
Alone he'd never take on this many at once. Even with a partner at his back it feels like a death wish.] I hope you've a good plan, conjurer. Because as far as I can tell, we're outnumbered at least three to one.
Vigilants? Sounds dangerous. What happens if you get them excited?
[He chuckles.]
Sounds as if you have something planned-- or am I mistaken?
[He chuckles.]
Sounds as if you have something planned-- or am I mistaken?
Besides everything else, they give some of us a bad name. It's insult to injury.
But I am a conjurer, so-
[His manoeuvring and peeking gets him a glimpse of the ritual set up down below. He takes another, long look. Then drops back behind the rocks, mental gears turning.]
Aha. Oh, do I have a plan.
But I am a conjurer, so-
[His manoeuvring and peeking gets him a glimpse of the ritual set up down below. He takes another, long look. Then drops back behind the rocks, mental gears turning.]
Aha. Oh, do I have a plan.
Yeah? I'm glad one of us does.
[He dares to peek out from behind his rock, but he's got no idea what exactly he's looking at besides some strange ritual. He squats back down when he catches movement beside him, turning to face Felix.]
Alright, let's hear this plan of yours.
[He dares to peek out from behind his rock, but he's got no idea what exactly he's looking at besides some strange ritual. He squats back down when he catches movement beside him, turning to face Felix.]
Alright, let's hear this plan of yours.
They tend to get carried away. Try to quell imaginary daedric invasions. Wipe out cults. That kind of thing. They're a sort of religious group dedicated to rooting out daedra worship.
[He's keeping his voice low, utterly amicable. Nothing to draw attention. Though his tone turns dangerously innocent as he carries on.]
Of course I wouldn't dream of troubling such upstanding crusaders. Still. I would like to find out why they're hunting this way.
[He's keeping his voice low, utterly amicable. Nothing to draw attention. Though his tone turns dangerously innocent as he carries on.]
Of course I wouldn't dream of troubling such upstanding crusaders. Still. I would like to find out why they're hunting this way.
[Felix is developing a smile of terrible glee. Though he tries to restrain himself as he looks David's way.]
They've got a summoning set up down there. You see the little box on top of the central altar?
They've got a summoning set up down there. You see the little box on top of the central altar?
[David isn't quite sure he likes that smile. Not that Felix didn't back him up before with the wolves, but this isn't quite the same situation. There's caution in his voice when he speaks.]
... Yeah, I saw it. What was it?
[Little boxes are important, in his experience.]
... Yeah, I saw it. What was it?
[Little boxes are important, in his experience.]
Hm.
[Simon taps his lips.]
Do they have anything to do with the letter you mentioned getting?
[Simon taps his lips.]
Do they have anything to do with the letter you mentioned getting?
[Felix doesn't notice; he's digging out the scant alchemy supplies he brought. One flower in particular, wrapped in soft cloth for protection.]
That holds their main offering. A black soul gem, I'd guess. Maybe a book or a scroll. The question is, shape-shifter-
[He holds out the tiny, cloth-wrapped bundle.]
Can you exchange it without getting caught?
That holds their main offering. A black soul gem, I'd guess. Maybe a book or a scroll. The question is, shape-shifter-
[He holds out the tiny, cloth-wrapped bundle.]
Can you exchange it without getting caught?
[Aha. Felix shoots him a glance, nods just slightly.]
That's what I'm wondering, too. It's all kind of a story, though.
That's what I'm wondering, too. It's all kind of a story, though.
What's the story?
[Interested? Maybe just a bit.]
[Interested? Maybe just a bit.]
[David takes the little bundle, testing its weight in his hands. Light, fragile even. He's going to have to be careful with it.]
Probably. Their undead don't go after small creatures. But that's not gonna help if they see a little skeever climbing up on top of that thing.
[Cautiously he peers back over the rocks. It sure looks like they're all staring at it as they chant their gibberish. But with mages you can never tell.]
... Guess I'm just gonna have to be quick about it. Unless you've got anything else in your bag of tricks that might help.
Probably. Their undead don't go after small creatures. But that's not gonna help if they see a little skeever climbing up on top of that thing.
[Cautiously he peers back over the rocks. It sure looks like they're all staring at it as they chant their gibberish. But with mages you can never tell.]
... Guess I'm just gonna have to be quick about it. Unless you've got anything else in your bag of tricks that might help.
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It goes back a few years, to a girl I used to know... are you going to sit down?
[Felix can understand being worried that something's going on behind him, but it's a little odd. Maybe Simon's more the 'lean against the woodwork and look tough' type.]
[Felix can understand being worried that something's going on behind him, but it's a little odd. Maybe Simon's more the 'lean against the woodwork and look tough' type.]
Hmm.
[He can't go throwing too much magic around. He's liable to spoil the surprise, necromancers being a bit more magic-savvy than average. If they work out there's a strange mage nearby, they'll stop their delightfully convenient ritual.]
[On the other hand, he doesn't need a lot of magic to make himself a nuisance. He nods.]
I can distract them for a few minutes. ...Just, uh, be careful not to swallow that. Or chew it much.
[He can't go throwing too much magic around. He's liable to spoil the surprise, necromancers being a bit more magic-savvy than average. If they work out there's a strange mage nearby, they'll stop their delightfully convenient ritual.]
[On the other hand, he doesn't need a lot of magic to make himself a nuisance. He nods.]
I can distract them for a few minutes. ...Just, uh, be careful not to swallow that. Or chew it much.
A girl? Ah, it's always a woman.
[Simon casts another glance at the available seating.]
No, I'm alright. But go on with your story.
[Simon casts another glance at the available seating.]
No, I'm alright. But go on with your story.
Oh, so it's that kind of fun, huh? Good to know.
[He takes one last look out at the necromancers and their altar, committing the image to memory.]
Give me five minutes to get down there before you do whatever it is you're gonna do. I'll make the swap, get out of there and meet up with you back here.
[Now that they've got a plan, he's not nearly so hesitant to get moving. Pulling his lips inward, he carefully puts the bundle in his mouth and starts climbing down the rocks, shrinking and shifting as he goes.]
[He takes one last look out at the necromancers and their altar, committing the image to memory.]
Give me five minutes to get down there before you do whatever it is you're gonna do. I'll make the swap, get out of there and meet up with you back here.
[Now that they've got a plan, he's not nearly so hesitant to get moving. Pulling his lips inward, he carefully puts the bundle in his mouth and starts climbing down the rocks, shrinking and shifting as he goes.]
[He shrugs and accepts it. Not really the time to bother a man about his preferences. He's pretending to ignore the hooded Vigilants at their table. His voice, however, remains idle and easy as he talks - quiet enough to be lost if one moves away from the table.]
Well, back in Cyrodiil I used to be friends with a girl called Selvia. She didn't have much talent for magic herself, but she was very good at assessing objects and enchantments. She used to hawk materials to the mages around Cheydinhal and try to get a look at their collections. Very sharp and very persuasive - although maybe that's because I always liked her ideas.
Well, back in Cyrodiil I used to be friends with a girl called Selvia. She didn't have much talent for magic herself, but she was very good at assessing objects and enchantments. She used to hawk materials to the mages around Cheydinhal and try to get a look at their collections. Very sharp and very persuasive - although maybe that's because I always liked her ideas.
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