Aman, The Maker

[DM Bob]

"Come, come. Do sit down. You have a different aura about you than the usual, rare visitor..."

The Death's head grins from the skeletal warlock's throne. Kleys sits nervous to his right, stroking the tusk of the nightmare beast.

"And smarter to boot. I am Aman. Known as the Maker. Tell me why you and your allies have chosen to entertain me so the last few days, warp-grower."

Spectral servants, invisible to all, dance about with wooden trays laden with ancient delicacies and treats. Music, once loud has softened - it's source unidentifiable. Wine and spirits begin to fill on their own, as more candles self light. The crystal ball dims.

Welcome to a rare bunker against Time. The Tower of Aman.

[Attilius]

The mammoth gladiator stows his gorge and nods to the hospitality of the wizard. He is surprised and wide eyed at all the floating items as he says
"I've been hired by Ninguable of da Seven Eyes to pick up a Sorcerer kings corpse..."

[DM Bob]

The music stops.

The food pauses mid hover.

Laughter. Sheer maniacal laughter.

"The Game has began again in earnest then? After all these years? You'll find my brother has already moved those pieces. If you wish to know where? I might have a clue."

He snaps his fingers. Music resumes. Magic resumes as well.

[ascieszl]

Aug 15, 2021 14:48:36 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

"The Game has began again in earnest then? After all these years? You'll find my brother has already moved those pieces. If you wish to know where? I might have a clue."

"Which pieces? Not the Sorcerer Kings?"



"Also, new guy, surely you mean a Sorcerer King's SON? Well met, I am Takleys Irral."

[Attilius]

The gladiator nods to the elf then turns back to the lich with a frown "What game you talkin' about? Hows this body a game peice?"

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

Kem is surprised beforehand by the ghostly events and ready to fight as these stops. She relaxes after these resume back - I'm Kem, interested in trading and gladiatrix by risen - introduces herself after a good look given to the room itself - Yes, which game are you speaking about? - Agreeing with Attillius' question

[remie]

"@# Kri-kcht, scout of this pack@#"

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Mak will drag a chair out and place it before the warlock's throne, then climb to stand upon it so he can speak to the wizard at eye level.

"I'm afraid you have already missed much entertainment in our adventures before coming here. Needless to say, we have made a lot of powerful enemies. Gallard, or Nibenay as he prefers to be called now, seeks our death. We have killed his monsterous insectoid son as well as freed two valuable captives so they could return to their home in the obsidian plains to the south. There is a faction of the Order, a powerful group of psionicists, that also seek our death, for our meddling has interfered with one or more of their schemes. There are also several other adversaries but they are of a lesser power and thus not worth mentioning.

In seeking solace from the arcane and psionic divinations constantly seeking us out we took shelter at the ruin of Bodach. An alliance was made with the ancient ones residing there and we currently ventured here seeking to complete a quest on behalf of those in Bodach. We seek the head of Wyan, greatest traitor of Bodach and servant of the Warbringer. We understand it is in the possession of the Necromancer Dote Mal Paine, who also happens to be in possession of Kalak's corpse. Dote has mentally subjugated the defiler known as Densis and has command of his tribe of raiders. We tracked them to this ruin and set upon your tower in hopes of using it as a temporary shelter as we searched these ruins for our quarry.

You are a powerful ancient one. Our stumbling through your home unaware aside, I believe that our path is aligned well to your own desires and we would certainly accept your companionship if you were to join with us in this effort. As for entertainment, I would personally trade every ounce of my privacy to you if your divinations blocked the divinations of all others who seek us out.


You are the 5th ancient one I have had the pleasure to discourse with. I have spoken plainly and ask that you do the same. We are knee deep in conflicts we do not fully understand and you do not need mysteries to impress us, we have endured your tower and found you to be a most clever and powerful arcanist. Treat with us fairly, despite our mortal limits you will find much to value in our cooperation."

[DM Bob]

"The pieces that I just mentioned? Densis and Dote Mal Payne have left with them to the west. My brother Myron directed them to acquire blood from the last Troll..."

He stands.

"As they intend on restoring Wyan and Sacha to power using Tyr's very royal cadaver as a frame. This necromancer hopes to trade this for knowledge to become as powerful as a Sorcerer King himself."

He motions for the crystal ball and mutters a few words. An ancient, marbled hall is seen. Broken stone has let blood vines and other plants reclaim parts of the background. A central slab holds a dark half lizard-like corpse with two out-of-place dessicated heads sewn onto a single neck. The heads thrash, but the body only twitches slightly. Two dark figures are seen making preparations beyond them, the older one forcing a dark red drink down one of the head's throats while the younger holds the mouth open with makeshift bamboo funnel - trying not to get bitten in the process.

"Won't be long, really. Quite brilliant. By tying some of Kalak's lifeforce to his remains? Payne has kept the contingencies Kalak had in place from activating one of his clones. Since he probably had a part in weaving those? He has probably been planning such a trick for a very long time."

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Mak stares at the image being displayed. "And you, wizard? You would have this abomination successfully borne into this world? Or would you see an end to this insanity?"

((Bob, would Mak recognize the Blood vines and other foliage as belonging in Forest Ridge?))

[Niachi]

Laakh reaches for a beverage. It must be noon somewhere.

"Greetings Aman. I am Laakh, Nibenese exile and Seer for this lot, although I am not able to see much of this Game. Thank you for harboring us. As a measure of trust, I will not bother to sense poison. On the other hand, 2 of us have been felled by spider venom... (shrugs and takes a deep swallow)

How much time until this 2-headed ...experiment is ready?"

He keeps Safe Path enabled 2 more rounds.

[Attilius]

The half giant stands quietly listening, his mind attempting to grasp onto what is being said...

[DM Bob]

"If I wanted you dead? You wouldn't be here talking right now... to answer both your questions simply."

He gestures with two skeletal palms up and out.

Thinking of bloodvines... Mak could see similar plants perhaps growing in mudflats, perhaps even the ones you avoided on the way here, in the giant canyon north of the bandit towns and west of here... where the mists were heavy and low in the morning.

"My brother is likely bartering to get freed himself. I'm fine with keeping him contained, to be honest. As for help? I try not to weaken my position here. Too many old enemies would love to see me compromised or off galavanting away from home."

He strokes his jawbone, perhaps indicating past memory of facial hair.

"As far as the ritual they're working that you saw in my crystal? They'll likely need more blood for it to work, unless they've been at it longer than I suspect. Probably means my old friend is still alive. I'd prefer he not be killed by the way. To be the last of one's species? Such a rare thing... and troll's blood is a potent totem in it's own right."

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Kem listens carefully to all said - I'm not as keen in the arcane and elemental but I stand for these that deserve it, either good or willing to be redeemed - honesty pours from her words - Lord Aman, as I don't know how to address you other than for your status and power, I'll put my gladiatrix skills from the land of Samarah in this endeavour, as for what I see, you just tested us in your domain, your personal arena, without killing us on the spot. A trial of worthiness as I see it, a proof of the honour of your words, as we honoured ours - looking determined at the eyes of the once alive caster without fear neither provocation

[ascieszl]

"Then help us disrupt this ritual. Is there any further assistance you can give us w/o leaving your home? Perhaps a Teleport/portal effect to get us there quickly? Or a magik to effectively disrupt their work and make it easier for to get the better of the Defilers?"

"It would seem that your goals are our goals for now. Help us help you."