With his experiment having succeeded (something he wasn't sure he had to be happy about) he just had the confirmation he needed.
Whatever was going on, they were the ones bringing it around the Cage, now. And it started after their visit at the Gatehouse.
He took time to contact Argent again, in a more proper way this time, and probably in an excess of paranoia, invited the Elf to join him in the demiplane on the Ethereal, where he knew they didn't have to worry about any sort of external influence due to that annoying antimagic zone.
There wasn't much they could discuss about: he shared with him the discover he just made about their effect on the surrounding people, along with the information he gathered at the Hall, even if they didn't seem related. They agreed they could at least experiment a little further the extents of this "effect".. did it work out of Sigil as well? Did it affect other races? Even non humanoids?
Also, they knew at some point they needed to go back to the Gatehouse.
Their first try didn't work at all. They went there looking for consultation, all they got was pure nonsense. But now they knew for sure there was something going on in there, especially after what happened to them.
And the more he thought about this the more he couldn't help but wonder... how many like them were unknowingly going around the Cage, right now?
A Very Bleak Crime Scene
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*Taihou
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Given the situation known to colonel Araki, he mobilized for his own activities on the matter allies, he knew for certain he could rely on. One of first amongst them, Kumohami the "Celestial Mshroom" - a myconoid in service of Celestial Hebdomat.
Later they both had been seen arranging delivery of large amounts of holy water. Why did they need it? Who knows...
Later he went again to speak to Oximinia - a drowess, whom he met just recently, but nontheless decided to consider having a good perspective as an ally. What comes out of it - the tyme will show.
Later they both had been seen arranging delivery of large amounts of holy water. Why did they need it? Who knows...
Later he went again to speak to Oximinia - a drowess, whom he met just recently, but nontheless decided to consider having a good perspective as an ally. What comes out of it - the tyme will show.
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*edmaster44
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Closing her eyes and returning home only for sleep and nourishment, she continues to meticulously go over every book she could grab her hands on for crafting such a device, a reference is all she needs, from there she will plant the seeds of thought and let it sprout from there, she drums her fingers on the table while holding a book with one hand, taking notes with a gesture of her hands letting the notes write themselves.
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*Lucadia
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The Silvanesti elf was perplexed at first with the note left for him. He read over it several times. For a moment he considered if he written it wrong at all. Perhaps the Hall of Records? Never the mind though. Thankfully all his namers under his wing was out on the field , and he had next few days of putting in any of his own reports.
Since it was based solely on speculation of /why/ hes been requested to stay away from his own faction headquarters, he imagined to been very important any how. That does not mean though, the wear of the day had not set in or the previous.
The questioned course of action after spending his afternoon in the Gateshouse and his own myrid of personalities trying entertain himself , while losing connection with his ship, was of the drunken sorts. Many people drink for various reasons, pass the time, make memories blurry, and in some cases to have some inhibitions nature calls for to slide past the radar. His go to when things was rough. Between the feywine and the red wine over course of long evening and night with bits of memory he wasnt sure he wanted recall the next day, he felt miles better, and ready to get back to work.
His thoughts slid over the companions that been with him for the "trip" that was more of a series of unfortunate events. Humans, such fascinating creatures and thankfully none of them really understood how his own mind worked. He was open enough in his wild thoughts though, he didnt have much to say on their behaviors. One trying make the scene be a farce. The other probably quietly seething at the futility at it all.
What he did know, was there was certainly something hidden there. The power sink, or vacuum on the upper floors put him on edge. Where was it going? Then mention of something, like a device in a locked room. Did it exist? Paranoia creeped in. He was sure some of them was on it. Perhaps not by magical or psionic force. Either willingly or been mentally subjected to brain washing. Not an unfamiliar tactic for covering up the truth. So was not only this "parasite entity" goading people to look into the mess, they was clever enough to cover tracks or leave red herrings as well. He have find another venture into the Gatehouse later once he had more concrete information though.
For this evening though, he sauntered back to the Lower Ward, taking in observations. He slipped into his darkest clothing and adjusted his helm settings for camouflage to blend into just anything . He watched for shift changes, making notes of which workers the devils kept the most eyes on. Those that showed signs from the lingering lethargy or been accused of sleeping on the job. One he had several candidates, his real work began. Tracking these individuals to their homes, then waiting for the next shift change they came back, following where they went.
He turned over, so why the Lower ward for draining mental energy? A food source? borrowing the power? Memory altercation and implanting suggestions? Secretly building some other structure they didn't even know about? At this point, he was dangerously curious and so he waited, writing down information relevant.
Since it was based solely on speculation of /why/ hes been requested to stay away from his own faction headquarters, he imagined to been very important any how. That does not mean though, the wear of the day had not set in or the previous.
The questioned course of action after spending his afternoon in the Gateshouse and his own myrid of personalities trying entertain himself , while losing connection with his ship, was of the drunken sorts. Many people drink for various reasons, pass the time, make memories blurry, and in some cases to have some inhibitions nature calls for to slide past the radar. His go to when things was rough. Between the feywine and the red wine over course of long evening and night with bits of memory he wasnt sure he wanted recall the next day, he felt miles better, and ready to get back to work.
His thoughts slid over the companions that been with him for the "trip" that was more of a series of unfortunate events. Humans, such fascinating creatures and thankfully none of them really understood how his own mind worked. He was open enough in his wild thoughts though, he didnt have much to say on their behaviors. One trying make the scene be a farce. The other probably quietly seething at the futility at it all.
What he did know, was there was certainly something hidden there. The power sink, or vacuum on the upper floors put him on edge. Where was it going? Then mention of something, like a device in a locked room. Did it exist? Paranoia creeped in. He was sure some of them was on it. Perhaps not by magical or psionic force. Either willingly or been mentally subjected to brain washing. Not an unfamiliar tactic for covering up the truth. So was not only this "parasite entity" goading people to look into the mess, they was clever enough to cover tracks or leave red herrings as well. He have find another venture into the Gatehouse later once he had more concrete information though.
For this evening though, he sauntered back to the Lower Ward, taking in observations. He slipped into his darkest clothing and adjusted his helm settings for camouflage to blend into just anything . He watched for shift changes, making notes of which workers the devils kept the most eyes on. Those that showed signs from the lingering lethargy or been accused of sleeping on the job. One he had several candidates, his real work began. Tracking these individuals to their homes, then waiting for the next shift change they came back, following where they went.
He turned over, so why the Lower ward for draining mental energy? A food source? borrowing the power? Memory altercation and implanting suggestions? Secretly building some other structure they didn't even know about? At this point, he was dangerously curious and so he waited, writing down information relevant.
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*Taihou
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Another ally, Colonel Araki decided to involve was his good friend, rat by name Nocilis, or Noc-san as Yasuyo called him. He invited him to a Geengage, the halfling pub, he found to his liking and told him the details of current situation, further planned actions and who else is likely to be involved. Now he needed to to see, how Oxinimia was doing, as well as have few words with Celestial Mushroom Kumohami and finally organize a council to carefully work out plan of awaiting operation.
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*Serena
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Suicide Cookies.
The irony of such a subject being brought up with all that was going on. How appropriate, even.
After spending the night in his own demiplane, far enough from anyone that could be affected by his presence (except for Neerepha, who just refused to leave him alone despite the danger), Rhistel felt incredibly better. Optimistic, even, although he had a suspect that his wasn't optimism: he just figured out he really did not have to care about it. He had wasted enough energy in worrying what his presence might do to his surrounding. A surrounding he barely cared about before, so why care now, all of a sudden, when even those who should by all means pursue a lead on the happenings were not doing so?
His mind was much clearer without the worry clouding it, and that morning, his mind had only one request: sugar.
There was just the right place for this kind of needs, and it was Cookie's, of course.
They did not linger on the street or in the Bazaar, heading directly to the tavern, which Fate wanted to be free of any patrons, aside for a couple of his acquaintances in need to discuss unrelated matters with him.
He had talked with them extensively, noticing with satisfaction how the two women and the owner of the place as well seemed to be able able to resist the effect. He could see how people reacted differently, the strong willed shrugging it off easily just as he first did on the crime scene, the weaker one succumbing to tiredness and apathy.
He did not want to push it too much, though, and after a while he excused himself, leaving the tavern to meet again with Neerepha, who headed away first.
Suicide Cookies.
Enchanted to kill themselves.
He wondered if he should go to the Festhall, maybe have some new clothes tailored for him?
Or maybe to the Barracks? He had a delivery for one of the Notary, afterall.
He laughed to himself, amused at the thought.
No, he would just head home for now.
The irony of such a subject being brought up with all that was going on. How appropriate, even.
After spending the night in his own demiplane, far enough from anyone that could be affected by his presence (except for Neerepha, who just refused to leave him alone despite the danger), Rhistel felt incredibly better. Optimistic, even, although he had a suspect that his wasn't optimism: he just figured out he really did not have to care about it. He had wasted enough energy in worrying what his presence might do to his surrounding. A surrounding he barely cared about before, so why care now, all of a sudden, when even those who should by all means pursue a lead on the happenings were not doing so?
His mind was much clearer without the worry clouding it, and that morning, his mind had only one request: sugar.
There was just the right place for this kind of needs, and it was Cookie's, of course.
They did not linger on the street or in the Bazaar, heading directly to the tavern, which Fate wanted to be free of any patrons, aside for a couple of his acquaintances in need to discuss unrelated matters with him.
He had talked with them extensively, noticing with satisfaction how the two women and the owner of the place as well seemed to be able able to resist the effect. He could see how people reacted differently, the strong willed shrugging it off easily just as he first did on the crime scene, the weaker one succumbing to tiredness and apathy.
He did not want to push it too much, though, and after a while he excused himself, leaving the tavern to meet again with Neerepha, who headed away first.
Suicide Cookies.
Enchanted to kill themselves.
He wondered if he should go to the Festhall, maybe have some new clothes tailored for him?
Or maybe to the Barracks? He had a delivery for one of the Notary, afterall.
He laughed to himself, amused at the thought.
No, he would just head home for now.
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*Taihou
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((Do not get me wrong, I am not picking on thee. Simply I do not like when someone seem to negate the effects of someone other's actions "too automatically" And purpose of scrying is rather to monitor overall situation, than spying on Aidan and Argent personally, which is not that much needed for now anyways.))
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*Serena
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((It is not big deal, as I said. But you might want to inform yourself on the implication of the scrying and what is needed to do so, along with consideration on the environment you are trying to use it into. Thus said, that is for the DMs and EMs to take care of
Also, as regarding to your addition about this not being directed toward our characters, I know and understand completely, in fact our wards are not directed toward your characters either, they are just extremely relevant to the plot.))
Also, as regarding to your addition about this not being directed toward our characters, I know and understand completely, in fact our wards are not directed toward your characters either, they are just extremely relevant to the plot.))
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*Lucadia
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The Silvanesti was more vexed on the few times he does require true sleep. He had deliberately set out for Karasuthra to have peace of his own mind, and reasons only known to him. It was jarring to be immediately be awakened , finding him self inside his own ship the first time. Then second staring up at the Gatehouse walls. He was no stranger to the once in a blue moon slipping to some place else. Reverie and dreams proving just be powerful as imagination . that thinking to hard was just like being there. and then you was.
No, he surmised and after his chats with companions, this was not something of his subconscious.
As with all the other evenings before catching some rest, he been stalking the Lower Wards for those that been on shift that day for the explainable. He was even more disappointed in spirits when he continued to catch mortals preparing for ends of their lives and having spend that time to save them. Of course, the only option to bring the clincily depressed was to the Gatehouse, right?
Melethknara slipped into his mind with thought of a flytrap. Setting out a meaty morsel to draw in all the flies. Perhaps that was the case, or he was over thinking it.
He had more ideas even in the few spare moments he had to himself. Mental energy drain. The deaths that seemed more like ritual for powering a spell then just the side effect if at all. Slaadi in the cell and what its potential was. The in truth , he had no idea what was done to him, if at all while sedated that night.
For rest of his evenings and he been lacking in any social calls of late, he sit in a meditative trance, focusing on one thought he been channeling for the week. Imagining and dreaming he was going to appear where he was needed most. He voluntarily gave what ever was listening one of his pseudo names. He was listening for answer back.
((Also I think, perhaps some trust to your fellow players to say what buffs they do or do not have up , via asking would be safe bet. You be hard pressed to know what buffs Argent keeps up if you dont see him cast them before walking into public place))
No, he surmised and after his chats with companions, this was not something of his subconscious.
As with all the other evenings before catching some rest, he been stalking the Lower Wards for those that been on shift that day for the explainable. He was even more disappointed in spirits when he continued to catch mortals preparing for ends of their lives and having spend that time to save them. Of course, the only option to bring the clincily depressed was to the Gatehouse, right?
Melethknara slipped into his mind with thought of a flytrap. Setting out a meaty morsel to draw in all the flies. Perhaps that was the case, or he was over thinking it.
He had more ideas even in the few spare moments he had to himself. Mental energy drain. The deaths that seemed more like ritual for powering a spell then just the side effect if at all. Slaadi in the cell and what its potential was. The in truth , he had no idea what was done to him, if at all while sedated that night.
For rest of his evenings and he been lacking in any social calls of late, he sit in a meditative trance, focusing on one thought he been channeling for the week. Imagining and dreaming he was going to appear where he was needed most. He voluntarily gave what ever was listening one of his pseudo names. He was listening for answer back.
((Also I think, perhaps some trust to your fellow players to say what buffs they do or do not have up , via asking would be safe bet. You be hard pressed to know what buffs Argent keeps up if you dont see him cast them before walking into public place))
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*Taihou
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Having spoken with argent and dagger given to him, colonel Araki indeed later departed for Githzerai heremitage, where he had intention to consult with local monks about nature and any traces of psionic energies in it. However he did not give out any relevant information himself, refering to dagger as merely an "item with interesting psionic properties" and his inquiries were rather vague, perhaps not to set Argent in danger ((if this could serve any purpose, would rather prefer to keep this in PMs)). In this part he of course did not lie, as he was absolutely honest in his promise to bring the dagger back, when he would be ready. However that was clearly not the whole truth about what he planned to do with the dagger... He had some other idea of how to put it to use for the sake of investigation, which was actually more relevant, than talks with Githzerai.