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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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Gorgoneion wrote: You can enter the room, and most of what you say won't be heard, or come out muffled.
Albrecht enters the room, locks the door and quickly goes through his stuff looking for the artifact he's taken from his previous teacher. He holds it softly in his hands and relaxes his eyelids. He takes a deep breath, exhales smoothly and pronounces the arcane words to activate the object.
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Albrect moved the monocle near to his eye. He pronounced the words. They were certainly old, ancient words, but for Albrect they meant nothing. Because it was not their meaning which was important, but how they were uttered. They say that when you vibrate something, if it vibrates fast enough it will create sound. If that vibration is even faster than sound it can shatter glass and stun the living. But there is nothing faster than thought. We can think about the moon or distant stars and be there at the velocity of thought, something not even light may achieve.
When the vibration is faster than thought, there is potentially no limit to what may happen... it is magic. The primeval force behind the creation and the destruction of all reality. Magic, the true power only madmen craved, and if they were unlucky enough, obtained.
As he sound the words, his hand became petrified in place, and the object pressed his right eye open, like a squid cracks a crab's carapace open.
The world... changed. He could now see mighty winds made of different colours scream wildly into and out of everything. He could perceive the greenish traces of life still remaining in the straw. He could feel the warmth of where the bodies of his companions slept. Like livid tendrils, he could hear the echo of the whispers of his own black, dark dreams.
What was in front of him was the truth. The naked truth of reality, where all things present themselves with every opposing quality, so the room was a blossom of beauty and a pit of desperation all at once...
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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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OOC - Is Albrecht able to open the door (or do any other action) without leaving this trance state? If so...
Albert opens the door and heads back to the main hall, being careful enough not to go down the stairs and being seen. He searches for a spot where he can have a sight of the encounter.
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Michael Jordal
United States
Austin
Minnesota
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Leopold cautiously steps forward and repeats his introduction and question.
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Quertzacoalt wrote: OOC - Is Albrecht able to open the door (or do any other action) without leaving this trance state? If so...
Albert opens the door and heads back to the main hall, being careful enough not to go down the stairs and being seen. He searches for a spot where he can have a sight of the encounter.
Sanity roll 1d10 = (3) = 3
You manage to stumble out of the room. You need concentration since the very essence of the world is pouring inside your mind's eye.
You don't want to be seen, make an Agility roll.
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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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Agi 1d100 = (70) = 70
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Jormi_Boced wrote: Leopold cautiously steps forward and repeats his introduction and question.
You can't see the man's face. He continues ignoring you.
You eventually arrive at the table and when you do, the man looks up staring at you right in the eye. The sight of the man's face is like a kick in the belly, his skin has... flaked away. He has half a nose, the rest is blackened or rotten, he has a single good eye, while the other is white like that of a dead fish.
You recognize the disease as soon as you see it. Leprosy. The man's rotting from the inside.
Before you can say anything else the red, flaky face moves, and a coarse voice comes out of it: "Everyone has fallen in a pit and died, lad.", he whispers, "I'm here when I'm looked for, and you are looking on what you've asked for... I believe you know who I am. Who are you and what do you want?". And he eases on his seat. He's doesn't do anything that would be labelled as threatening but all in his posture betrays a sole purpose, and an implacable will.
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Michael Jordal
United States
Austin
Minnesota
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Leopold pulls out the chair opposite the sick man and says, "I take it you are Thaddeus? We were asked to see you about a man that is in fear of his life."
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Quertzacoalt wrote: Quertzacoalt previously rolled 1d100 = (70) = 70 (Agi)
Albrect was moving on the back of a gigantic brown worm, when he arrived at the stairs. He looked at the tavern main room and had to struggle with the thousands of memories, sensations, sounds, and unearthly smells that lingered in the place.
His will stayed upon the dark clad man in the middle of it all. It was surrounded by pure violet shards. Death. His hands were dirty with the blood of many, his mind was that of not a soldier, but that of a warrior, and he was so near to the extinguishing of lives that his own life was always on the verge of waning. Yet a dark symbol was impressed on his very heart... a symbol Albrect met only in his studies.
A Red God devotee. An assassin marked in the flesh by cruel, eldritch hands.
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Jormi_Boced wrote: Leopold pulls out the chair opposite the sick man and says, "I take it you are Thaddeus? We were asked to see you about a man that is in fear of his life."
The man looked up and saw Albrect. He laughed like others would cough.
"If I were you," speaking to Leopold, "I'd be very careful about who my friends are"
Then he thought a moment and spoke again, "Which man?", he enquired, "Many have my attention nowadays."
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Michael Jordal
United States
Austin
Minnesota
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"He called himself Steffen."
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Jormi_Boced wrote: "He called himself Steffen."
A smirk appeared, if possible, on the man's face, "Yes, I know someone that could be him, what about him?"
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Michael Jordal
United States
Austin
Minnesota
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"He fears for his life and would like to be left alone? He asked us to speak on his behalf. Is there anyway he can be spared?"
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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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Albrecht tries to focus and strengthen his willpower to struggle and leave the trance.
When he does, he hides the artifact back in his belongings and goes down the stairs to join Fimbur and Leopold.
Pardon my constipation, mates. Bread and beer was never a good combination for me. He tries to sound as casual as possible, trying hard to cope with all the things he's just seen and felt.
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Fimbur follows the conversation of Leopold and Thaddeus with interest and is on guard, if Leopold is in need of some Troll Slayer Diplomacy - which is the name of his war axe.
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Jormi_Boced wrote: "He fears for his life and would like to be left alone? He asked us to speak on his behalf. Is there anyway he can be spared?"
The man looked at Leopold like if he had just arrived from one of the moons (there are two).
Then he laughed for at least a minute. You could nearly see a tear cross his good eye. "No,", he finally said, "because he, himself, engaged me to kill him three days ago, and he said that I would have to do the deed even if he cried for mercy. You ought to review your ideas... and now, if you have nothing else to say to me, I'll be leaving."
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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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Albretch gathers some guts and spills out:
A servant of Khorne sored by Nurgle's payment. I take it by the looks of your face and the marking in your heart. I also take at least one of Old Gods is not very pleased with your doings considering your disease. Or maybe he is too pleased...
Yes, mates. I can see that deep in this man; addressing to his friends.
And back do Thaddeus:
Why would a man ask such a thing? If he wanted so much to die, why an assassin like you did not kill him right away. Your master good would certainly be most pleased. Why lessen your deeds by succumb to a minor man's asking and risk to unplease the One you devote? But more importantly, what does an assassin like you needs as a tradeoff so that our hirer can still live for us to get paid? I could bet that by the dichotomy found in the looks of your face and the marking in your heart. There must be something to be arranged, agreeable to both of us.
Albretch ends his speech shaking, fearing for his life, but somewhat proud of himself for having the guts to confront the menacing figure so sharply.
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After hearing the words of Albrecht, Fimbur thinks out loud. "Neither a Troll nor a Demon, but surely something in between and definetely good enough for me and my axe!" Fimbur tightens the grasp of his axe handle and makes himself ready for the battle, which he foresees.
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Quertzacoalt wrote: Albretch gathers some guts and spills out:
A servant of Khorne sored by Nurgle's payment. I take it by the looks of your face and the marking in your heart. I also take at least one of Old Gods is not very pleased with your doings considering your disease. Or maybe he is too pleased...
Yes, mates. I can see that deep in this man; addressing to his friends.
And back do Thaddeus:
Why would a man ask such a thing? If he wanted so much to die, why an assassin like you did not kill him right away. Your master good would certainly be most pleased. Why lessen your deeds by succumb to a minor man's asking and risk to unplease the One you devote? But more importantly, what does an assassin like you needs as a tradeoff so that our hirer can still live for us to get paid? I could bet that by the dichotomy found in the looks of your face and the marking in your heart. There must be something to be arranged, agreeable to both of us.
Albretch ends his speech shaking, fearing for his life, but somewhat proud of himself for having the guts to confront the menacing figure so sharply.
Please edit your message, knowing these three things:
1) the names Khorne and Nurgle aren't widely spread. They may mean something to Leopold who studied religion, but may mean nothing to Fimbur. By no means both names are the only names used when referring to these two deities, or their many aspects;
2) names have power of their own, would you pronounce those you are in fact evoking them. Use them at your own peril;
3) the "Red God" I referred to is Khaine. The red god of murder and assassins.
Sorry for any mistake I may have caused with my narration. 
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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Kosmoko wrote: After hearing the words of Albrecht, Fimbur thinks out loud. "Neither a Troll nor a Demon, but surely something in between and definetely good enough for me and my axe!" Fimbur tightens the grasp of his axe handle and makes himself ready for the battle, which he foresees.
Please edit after you see what Bruno comes up with. 
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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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Gorgoneion wrote: Please edit your message, knowing these three things: 1) the names Khorne and Nurgle aren't widely spread. They may mean something to Leopold who studied religion, but may mean nothing to Fimbur. By no means both names are the only names used when referring to these two deities, or their many aspects; 2) names have power of their own, would you pronounce those you are in fact evoking them. Use them at your own peril; 3) the "Red God" I referred to is Khaine. The red god of murder and assassins. Sorry for any mistake I may have caused with my narration.
Editing. My mistake. Sorry for the trouble. I wanted the character to sound bold and maybe I went a little too far.
Concerning #2, I imagined that it would be dangerous to say those names out loud. I was willing to take the risk. Even the risk of getting the gods wrong and being attacked by the rage of the man.
I thought of referring Khaine too (I wasn't certain), but I aimed at the grater god. =)
Again. Sorry if I went too far. My intention was really to cross some lines and provoke the guy. That and nothing more.
PS - Such a pity! When I finished writing Albrecht's reaction I thought it sounded very cool .
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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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Albretch gathers some guts and spills out:
Mates, I can see that deep in this man; addressing to his friends.
To Thaddeus:
I know you're an assassin. I can see deep in your heart you devote to a god that commends that. You know what I say is true. I do not judge you as a mans choosing are his and his own to make. But what I find it rather strange is why an assassin like you, did not kill a man that wanted to die right away.
If it was up to me to infer, I would say you've had a very good reason to do so. (Actually, not to do so). And maybe, while dealing with this good reason of yours, we can be of some help to you.
So, what does an assassin like you needs as a tradeoff so that our hirer can still live for us to get paid?
Albretch ends his speech shaking, fearing for his life, but somewhat proud of himself for having the guts to confront the menacing figure so sharply.
OOC - I hope it came out ok this time.
Cheers!
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Piero S. P.
Italy
Turin
"If our gods and our hopes are nothing but scientific phenomena, then it must be said that our love is scientific as well." - L'Eve Future
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No problem, unfortunately I'm still using the 1st edition Warhammer setting, not the newer, so some things may be a little different from your idea of how the Warhammer world should be. I can only tell you that it is the same, with the only difference that the world is filled more with intrigue and shadowy dealings than with open warfare and special effects. The forces of chaos work in the background, but were they to be exposed, they'd be crushed swiftly by the hand of the Empire. The Authorities have power within the reaches of their thriving cities. The witch hunters are ruthless, but very effective and a major reason why the world has not crumbled in the grasp of chaos. Last but not least, chaos is the most powerful force in this reality, but it is also bent in reciprocal destruction, so basically it has never prevailed... at least since now...
Thaddeus glared at Albrect, "You speak of gods, so you must know your own...", he whispered, "yes, I have made my pacts, but what I have with whomever, living or un-earthly is my own affair", for just an instant Albrect thought to glimpse a note of sadness in those taunting remarks.
He fell silent for a moment, then he said: "I cannot spare his life, for two reasons. First, that is my contract and I will honour it. Second, I have a name to defend, I cannot let him live. Yet, if he sundered our contract, I would have a reason less not to pursue the deed. You go back to him, and tell him to give you our contract. When I'll have it, I'll destroy it, but only I may do so... only when you have that will I speak to you again. Here, tonight."
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Kosmoko wrote: After hearing the words of Albrecht, Fimbur thinks out loud. "Neither a Troll nor a Demon, but surely something in between and definetely good enough for me and my axe!" Fimbur tightens the grasp of his axe handle and makes himself ready for the battle, which he foresees.
After hearing the words of Albrecht, Fimbur tightens the grasp of his axe handle and makes himself ready for the battle, which he foresees. But he's quite surprised, when realizes, that there won't a lot of bloodshed - at least not now.
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Bruno Kruchak
Brazil
Brasilia
Distrito Federal
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Gorgoneion wrote: Thaddeus glared at Albrect, "You speak of gods, so you must know your own...", he whispered, "yes, I have made my pacts, but what I have with whomever, living or un-earthly is my own affair", for just an instant Albrect thought to glimpse a note of sadness in those taunting remarks.
He fell silent for a moment, then he said: "I cannot spare his life, for two reasons. First, that is my contract and I will honour it. Second, I have a name to defend, I cannot let him live. Yet, if he sundered our contract, I would have a reason less not to pursue the deed. You go back to him, and tell him to give you our contract. When I'll have it, I'll destroy it, but only I may do so... only when you have that will I speak to you again. Here, tonight."
I understand.; mumbles Albrecht in reply.
If you don't mind my asking... Why would a man like Steffen seal a contract to take away his own life? Why not do that by himself? Why go into the trouble of hiring someone to do what he could fix in a matter of seconds with nothing but a sharp knife or maybe a cheap poison? Any thoughts that you could share about it?
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