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#121
In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
November 27, 2011, 11:19:43 AM
Jarmok's mouth watered all the more when the Arch-Duke took the large cover off of the food, and his stomach growled noisily. He somewhat timidly took up the plate offered and helped himself to perhaps too much of the meat and cheese - his over-active apatite was larger than usual this morning. It was as good on his tongue as it had been in his nose.

"Is out place good near to see?" He asked. "Tower maybe tomorrow?" He really wanted to be back in the trees just now; the city felt too much like a cage to Jarmok.

He tore at the meat with his teeth and chewed the too-large piece that came off of the larger slab. As he chewed he stuck his nose in the cup that Corwynn indicated; it did indeed smell good, but Jarmok made it a rule to not drink of what the Mahiya did not provide directly. He searched for a pitcher of water.
#122
I actually have tonight open, and can be pretty much anywhere. Tricia tells me that she's going out tonight, so I am free with my own time.

Any takers? :) Sit around and talk D&D?

It's really sad how excited that notion gets me. *sigh*
#123
In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
November 26, 2011, 08:14:49 AM
Secretive and shy by nature, Jarmok grew a bit anxious as the Arch-Duke entered his apartment, but his stomach growled noisily almost immediately when the meats' odors assailed his nostrils. He closed the door silently and followed his host into the room.

The bronzewood medallion that Corwynn wore about his thick neck should have put Jarmok at ease, knowing as he did how such a treasure would be granted only to a select, honorable few. But the man could have inherited it, or he might have stolen it outright, for all Jarmok knew.

"Not much tell." Jarmok answered, shrugging. "Was hope to see Kossuth rise, but over mountain." He said, regretting his west-facing window and yearning for his usual morning routine of a pre-dawn trek across Threshold's little valley to his vantage point where he would daily watch the sky lighten over the eastwall. He decided to try to change the conversation.

"Is Sayer have what needed?" He asked. "Much trouble in Threshold, horse man traitor councilors." He supposed that the Arch-Duke must already know these things, but it was more comfortable conversation for Jarmok.
#124
I'm open for you; when's a good time?
#125
In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
November 25, 2011, 01:15:47 PM
Jarmok walked a bit too quickly over to the door to open it. He was a bit surprised to see that there was no mere servant at the door (rich city folk, he had thought, preferred to let other people do the little chores).

Jarmok jerked his head in greeting to the Arch-Duke. "Come." He said, opening the door wide.
#126
In Character Discussions / Following the Trail
November 25, 2011, 09:59:25 AM
Jarmok could not remember ever having been *in* a city before. He had been close though, and back at that time, he had thought that the smell would make him expel his breakfast. So much humanity in one small area, he supposed. The rotting trash, unwashed people, and other waste were noxious.

Now that he was inside the walls of such a place, he realized that the wind was unable to flow freely through such a place, only making matters worse. The bit of floral scent was able to rise above it in the pre-dawn morning, but Jarmok suspected that as the city folk went about their day, they'd make the day smell rather rank.

Jarmok hoped that Sayer could quickly get done what he needed to get done, so that they could be back to Threshold as soon as possible...or at least out of Kurr. He wondered whether there might be a spot in this stench-hole where there might be a park of some sort; perhaps he might forget where he was, at least for a short while.
#127
yup. But I've got my thoughts...lemme dwell on it a bit, though I'll probably post before I know what I'm going to do. :)
#128
Funny you should mention being anxious to get back to watch Marcus. It occurred to me as I was busy waking up this morning, that in the outhouse Temmit's got the best seat there is for that. You may recall that he's got a nifty new power to see far-away places that he's already been to. I was thinking that he would no doubt use that power to see inside the feast hall and observe Marcus' movements.

Temmit might already be aware that things are unravelling, and could move to intercept / assist.

Eh, what?
#129
So what I see is that Temmit would ordinarily have to return to the hall / festivities, and as long as he does NOT return, no other male student will be allowed to go in. >:) hehe.

But will he be able to move from there towards the barn undetected? Or will he have to re-enter the festivities and then try to find a way to get out again?

Also, if I'm not mistaken, Leslie appears to already have been converted to 4e; I'm not really conversant with Temmit's 4e abilities, and I'm quite certain that no one else is conversant with their characters' 4e abilities. What to do, what to do...

Thoughts? Is the Psi Crystal 4e done? In 3.5 Temmit burned two feats on the Psi Crystal (for the improved one, no less). That'll change his 4e build, since he'll have to jettison two feats (or at least one).
#130
In Character Discussions / 08.30.2132 - The Return Home
November 15, 2011, 01:05:48 PM
So based upon what I see in the journals (thanks for sharing separately), I'm not seeing any real Q&A being provoked (haven't really had the opportunity to take the time to re-read all of Temmit's threads).

Shall we close this thread and move onto whatever next great adventure the summer has in store for our young sleuth?
#131
In Character Discussions / 08.30.2132 - The Return Home
November 06, 2011, 09:29:10 PM
it might have been that Temmit was just tired or emotionally spent, and it also might have been that he was at last coming to some grips with being alone in the world.

When he realized how late it was, he put the image aside and went to dress the rabbit that John Peters had left for him the previous night.

When once the coney was spitted and cooking on the fire, and Temmit had brewed a new pot of coffee, he settled down to his father's journals. In the back of his mind, he thought that one day, he would have to frame all of these lovely images and put them on a wall. Hopefully, Temmit would have a decent home one day.

This night, it seemed, would be made for starting to read; he also made a mental note to look for encoding strategies and decoding techniques when he returned to school. These crazy symbols must mean something, afterall. Perhaps a secret guild code?
#132
In Character Discussions / 08.30.2132 - The Return Home
November 06, 2011, 05:24:34 PM
'Fly.'

The word reverberated to Temmit. It was interesting to him that so many of these drawings were created with a vantage point of being on high, looking down on the scenes. Almost as though the looker was able to fly.

Actually, more than 'almost as though'...it was definitely as though the looker was able to fly.

Temmit was starting to form an interesting set of notions about his father; he dwelled on it while he turned the little crystal in his long fingers.

Noah Jannalinus must have been gifted as Temmit was. Or rather, in much the fact that Temmit himself was, but with different talents. Even to the point of seeing the future and flying as well.

These battle scenes might as readily be something that might happen in the future. Of course, Temmit's father could also have been able to see the distant past as well. Or instead.

Communication without  speaking. What else? Why these drawings? Why the one of Temmit? What message was there to be sent? Was there hidden messages within the drawings?

Temmit drifted back to a shallow sleep while he considered these possibilities, waking a hand or so later to look at the next sketch.
#133
In Character Discussions / 08.30.2132 - The Return Home
November 06, 2011, 08:06:30 AM
Night had settled, but this encounter with John Peters had agitated Temmit on a number of different levels.

He seemed a decent fellow, and it was believable that his wife was the one who put the blanket upon Temmit the previous night. Time would tell, he supposed.

Temmit picked up his coffee and began to pace the little room. What did these pictures mean? Why was it so important (50,000 gold important) to a stranger that it be delivered to Temmit? The first answer MUST be that Henry Fellow was no stranger to Temmit's father...this would be how the man had Temmit's father's sketch.

This wasn't the first piece of information that Temmit had in mind that suggested that his father had abilities...some kind of magical abilities. Temmit's were obviously a birthright of some sort. But could his father have actually been able to see the future? How would such a man be caught unawares by anything, if there were the case? Too many painful thoughts crept in along that line of thinking...

For a place that spent so many years abandoned, there was certainly a lot of activity here since Temmit's return: three other people seem to have been here since just last night (for Temmit felt that it was no John Peters that was under the trap door last night...there must have been another). Temmit had been thinking that he would be comletely alone out here; the place was fairly as busy as the Marks' tavern!

He paced about the little room all night, working out thoughts and scenarios one way, then the other, and then weighing thier relative merits against one another, then moving on to other lines of thought.

When the sun started to lighten the sky, Temmit was thoroughly exhausted. He found the coffee pot empty, and he had been gripping the little crystal that was among his father's belongings under the bed. He didn't remember retrieving it, but there it was; it had occupied much of his thoughts over the last half-hand as he tried to remember it from his childhood and wondered why it might have been secreted away with his father's valuables.

He put a few more logs on the dwindling fire and sat heavily in the large chair, as he had intended to do the previous evening.

Picking up the few sketches that remained in his father's treasury, Temmit inspected them as sleep took him in and out of conciousness, and hand here, a half a hand there.

I see him spending the better part of the morning in cat naps and checking out the sketches one at a time. Then close this thread, and start a new one...I'm going to script a dream sequence after the last sketch that will start the bonding practice with Smokey. Work?
#134
In Character Discussions / 08.30.2132 - The Return Home
November 06, 2011, 07:30:38 AM
So here's my thinking:

1) Longer is not always better (at least, that's what I keep telling my wife). I don't want to drag this thread out to dozens of pages; I think that I'd rather close this at a "good" time (might not be right now...lemme think as I type), and open other threads as needed;

2) I'm thinking that as far as the pictures (sketches) are concerned, we've already opened that can of worms here, so let us delve through those in this thread, then close;

3) Let's talk about journals in the e-mail, and then I can try to understand some of what's in that dark, twisted mind of yours and I can summarize like I do so often;

4) That curious dull but clear crystal, I think, should warrant it's own short thread; I have no idea at this time how to handle that, but sometimes that's for the best;

5) Make sure that Renee brings lots of coffee and condoms...I'm planning a party.

That work for you?
#135
In Character Discussions / 08.30.2132 - The Return Home
November 03, 2011, 04:50:56 PM
"Mr. Peters?" Temmit called as the old man reached for the door latch. Robert turned half way back to Temmit, an eyebrow raised inquiringly. "Thanks." Temmit managed simply.

"I'm sorry for my reception of you; I wasn't expecting anybody. And I certainly have no issues with you hunting anywhere you like, really. I'm hoping to spend some time learning how to snare rabbits for myself out here this summer; I hope to see you again."

He couldn't think of anything else to say, really. Robert Peters seemed like a regular fellow, and Temmit could sense no decite from him. It would be wise to keep on a good terms with this man and his wife for the summer; as much as Temmit enjoyed being alone, solitude was a dangerous way of life way out here.