The skull appears to be a holy symbol a focus for divine magic. The books are many of the rites and rituals of Iuz.
"I am not from here. In the place I call home part of a guild. They say I volunteered something something important, but I cannot know what it was. They show me a sensate stone, that is a captured memorey which confirms this."
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He pockets the books and the holy symbol again for later studying.
"Where are you from?"
Getting up he slips into his robe again, then takes up his bags, closing his belt.
Quickly he knots a noose in a lenght of rope, slipping it over the demon cat's head- a makeshift leash.
"Also if you desire to find out more about this marks we might be exactly at the right place for this."
"Where are you from?"
Getting up he slips into his robe again, then takes up his bags, closing his belt.
Quickly he knots a noose in a lenght of rope, slipping it over the demon cat's head- a makeshift leash.
"Also if you desire to find out more about this marks we might be exactly at the right place for this."
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As he tries to slip the leash over the cat it hisses and jumps from the bag darting between his legs and under the bed.
"I am from a city called Sigil, far from here. And I would like to know what it means everyone has told me not to. In the memory I am shown even I tell myself not to. I have never trusted anyone though, myself least of all. Would you like some help with that?"
He gestures under the bed.
"I am from a city called Sigil, far from here. And I would like to know what it means everyone has told me not to. In the memory I am shown even I tell myself not to. I have never trusted anyone though, myself least of all. Would you like some help with that?"
He gestures under the bed.
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He grins, enjoying the feline's spirit.
"Mhmm...", he crouches down, looks under the bed. " I know the Cage.... Sigil. It is a town in the outlands. Nothing can enter or leave it without the use of portals.
It was there that I was asked to investigate the recent increase of demonic activities.
And let me try something first..."
Casting a quick spell he creates a small, red dot of light on the floor- hoping the feline instincts are strong enough already to lure it out and into Has' trap, the Necromancer preparing the rope again.
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"Mhmm...", he crouches down, looks under the bed. " I know the Cage.... Sigil. It is a town in the outlands. Nothing can enter or leave it without the use of portals.
It was there that I was asked to investigate the recent increase of demonic activities.
And let me try something first..."
Casting a quick spell he creates a small, red dot of light on the floor- hoping the feline instincts are strong enough already to lure it out and into Has' trap, the Necromancer preparing the rope again.
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He is shown to a small cell like the one he had before. The priest leaves with a farewell.
"Take the time you need to prepare there is a chapel at the end of the hall I can be found there."
As they enter the room Ramal removes his leather tunic and begins changing into a shirt. As he does Hasclaan would notice his torso is covered in tattoos. So many that his skin is nit visible, some of them in languages Hasclaan understands, some of them are not. As he inspects them closer Hasclaan would realise that they are not tattoos but pitch black burns as if from a branding iron.
"Take the time you need to prepare there is a chapel at the end of the hall I can be found there."
As they enter the room Ramal removes his leather tunic and begins changing into a shirt. As he does Hasclaan would notice his torso is covered in tattoos. So many that his skin is nit visible, some of them in languages Hasclaan understands, some of them are not. As he inspects them closer Hasclaan would realise that they are not tattoos but pitch black burns as if from a branding iron.
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Hasclaan takes his time to clean himself from dirt, vrock spore tendrils and demon dust, then he checks and cleans his equipment and offers the cat some food and water.
"Interesting patterns. What are their meanings?" He gestures at the tattoos, pulling the last bits of the tendrils out of his skin, not caring about the scars they might leave- adding to the scars of scratches and bite marks and burns that mar his pale skin.
"I doubt they are just for decorative purposes, are they?" He sits down on the hard bed, starts to sew the gash the Vrock left in his robe.
"Interesting patterns. What are their meanings?" He gestures at the tattoos, pulling the last bits of the tendrils out of his skin, not caring about the scars they might leave- adding to the scars of scratches and bite marks and burns that mar his pale skin.
"I doubt they are just for decorative purposes, are they?" He sits down on the hard bed, starts to sew the gash the Vrock left in his robe.
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The creature pokes its head out from benath the bed. Then seeing Hasclaan the demon reasserts itself the small black cat hisses spits and retreats back under the bed growling.
"Allow me."
Ramal opens his mouth again but this time to sing. A deep slow baritone sings words in an obscure dialect of celestial. For a second Hasclaan finds his thoughts and actions slowed and he blissfuly forgets everything. With an effort of will he forces himself back to reality. Music it appears does sooth the savage beast the small black cat steps out from benath the bed and begins rubbing itself against Hasclaan's leg purring.
"Allow me."
Ramal opens his mouth again but this time to sing. A deep slow baritone sings words in an obscure dialect of celestial. For a second Hasclaan finds his thoughts and actions slowed and he blissfuly forgets everything. With an effort of will he forces himself back to reality. Music it appears does sooth the savage beast the small black cat steps out from benath the bed and begins rubbing itself against Hasclaan's leg purring.
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He grins at the cat's reaction then he freezes as Ramal starts to sing. Listening and watching he crouches almost mesmerized, fondling the cat between its ears when ot comes out of its hiding place.
Hasclaan is impressed, and he shows it, inclining his head to the man after he shook off the effects of this song.
"Impressive. You have many talents. Where have you learned this trick?"
Hasclaan is impressed, and he shows it, inclining his head to the man after he shook off the effects of this song.
"Impressive. You have many talents. Where have you learned this trick?"
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"I thought so." He puts the makeshift collar around the cat's neck, rubbing the fur on its chest, then lets it go again, allowing it to roam this room freely.
"The priests said they know you. Shall we find out how much they know?", he says, grinning at Ramal.
"The priests said they know you. Shall we find out how much they know?", he says, grinning at Ramal.