Back to the Future II, Track II - No McFly's here Options

[fistandantilus4....]

Again Bedlam's voice simply is, rather than is heard.

If Michael were to have a discipline, the Path of the Wizard would be it. Think of him as a novice wizard, still in training. The Disciplines as you know them are not taught where we are from.

[Grinder]

Ralo looks at the tiny gargoyle. I don't like to hear your voice in my mind only. If you wanna talk to me, do it like everyone else here, please.

[fistandantilus4....]

The gargoyle looks a bit cross. It begins speaking in a very firm voice, quite clearly in a language that Ralo does not understand.

After a moment, Morganna clears her throat. She looks a mix between holding in laughter and 'aghast'.

Bedlam.... Bedlam says that she can't speak your language . She's reading my mind to understand what you're saying, and telepathic communication is the only way she can communicate directly. She said ... well the rest doesn't really matter
*snicker*

[Grinder]

Why didn't she explained it in the beginning? Might be possible that some people here had made bad experiences with... things... that communicate telephatically.

[fistandantilus4....]

Morganna nods a couple of times.


Sorry, Ralo, I'll tranlsate for you, and Bedlam.

Bedlam says she's a bit frazzled right now, and hadn't really thought anything of it, jsut like you hadn't really thought anything of speaking on dwarven. That and she's pretty sure there's a large group of cadaver men probably not really far behind them, and that it might be a better odea if we let bygones be bygones and get moving.

Hope that helps some.

Morganna puts on her best winning smile that says *please don't fight with me in the middle* very well.

[Grinder]

Agreed. Especially on the part with the cadavermen. How many are following you? Unsure who will answer his question, he's looking to Mich, the tiny gargoyle and Morgana.

[Callidus]

Man their touchy here.... guess they don't have much contact with spirits.... well as Bedlam said the spirits sound like their in major risk here.... that and magic works differently then maybe no Mindlink spell.... and dragons being dragons probably little contact with no Dunklezahn around.... thankfully....

Yes, moving on would be good, as for number I haven't seen most of them but it certain sounded like a large number moving through the trees after us.

Shuddering slightly at the memory of the short fight and flight in the forest, he starts to move in the direction Morgana started in before the whole drawing contest started.

Shall we? I think this was the way you were going?

[Grinder]

Excatly, that's the right way. Can you fight with a sword, dear Mich? Or do we have to take care of you during combat?

[Callidus]

Blinking a little as he fits the words to the translation, Michael looks over to Ralo.

Sword training? No, I have had some training in open fist, not a lot though. It wasn't necessary, guess I'll have to remedy that.

[Grinder]

You can pick another weapon, if you prefer.

[ludomastro]

Boy, that's good work; however, you are doing more than is needed. For art that's fine but for work, there is a point where too much is simply too much.

Morganna, do you think that the hounds will take after the cadavermen? I would prefer not to be forced to cut through the entire group if it isn't needed. Let's be going.

[Callidus]

Right how do you explain self-defence training in combined martial arts in archaic Sprenthiel? Ah sod it

Well I was mostly trained in a defensive style, I was rarely in a position that I would have to attack.... never been comfortable with weapons though unwieldy mostly, for me anyway. I'm sure now that such a proficient warrior as yourselves are here everything will be fine until I understand how you use magic here.

Crap.... babbling.... no it's good don't think they minded.... and slipped at the end too, hope they don't question me too much on where I come from that has a different casting system.... or not needing the training in melee weapons.... oh bugger... ah well let's see how it goes.

[fistandantilus4....]

Morgana almost giggles at Holder's babbling then answers Alexander.

The hounds under my command will do as I bid. I'm sure we can sic them on a bunch of undead. If we're lucky, maye the cadaver men will happen about the citadel and decide to investigate. Still plenty of hounds here to cause them trouble.

[ludomastro]

Agreed!

[fistandantilus4....]

Morgana looks uncomfortable about something, taking a moment to choose her words carefully.

I do think, however, that Mr Holder's presence here demands a change in our plans. He's obviously in a vulnerable position, and in need of help. We can't bring him along ,as he would be defenseless. Nor can we simply leave him.

The Head has the ability to havemore than one thread woven to it. I can tell either of you it's required key knowledge so that you may weave a thread to it, and use it and the hounds abilities. But I believe that I should stay with Mister Holder, and at least teach him how to safely use a spell matrix. To do other wise would be to leave him to face a likely terrible fate.

She looks at her two companions, clearly pained by what she is saying, but apparently resolute.

[Grinder]

Ralo needs an unsual long moment to give a reply. A wise decision; one that I understand perfectly. What sort of name-givers would let a helpless fellow suffer a terrible fate when they have the means to avoid it? I don't want the head. I still don't like the dogs.

[ludomastro]

Morgana, I do not have extensive training in weaving threads.

[fistandantilus4....]

Morgana nods to both Ralo and Alexander. Ralo, thank you for understanding. I don't step aside from my word lightly, to you or to our employer. But Holder is in great need. Besides, we can always meet back up later she says with a grin.

Alexander, with the required key knowledge, weaving the threads only requires some skill and a lot of effort. I have no doubt that a smith has the proper strength of will.

She holds out the head.

[ludomastro]

Thread Weaving

[ Spoiler ]

Perception 6 + Thread Smithing 5 = Rank 11 = d10+d8
7 + 6 = 13

I think that is how it is supposed to work.

[fistandantilus4....]

Weaving the thread together in an intricate pattern, it takes quite an effort for Alexander, especially as it is his first time truly weaving a thread. until now, everything he has learned has been theory. Now he tests his mettle right at he forge. Finally, the threads lock in to place, forming the bond. The hounds raise their heads and regard Alexander with renewed interest.

[ludomastro]

Impressive boy! You managed to drink Tom under the table. You do realize that the hammer and anvil are going to hurt like hell ....

Yes Master, I know. This effort of magic will hurt as well.

Ok, let's go.

[Grinder]

Oh, our employer. Nearly forgot him. Indeed, we should fullfill our duty together then, but it can wait 'til you finished your teaching and Alex and I whatever task awaits us.

He flies closer to Alex and observes him closely while the young human is weaving a thread to the Head. He grins.

[fistandantilus4....]

Having little better place to go, Morgana leads Holder inside the fortress. Even in here, with the Gate Hounds, this place is safer, and more defensible against cadaver men than anywhere out side. Perhaps we can attract more here, and spare the town?

Ralo, Alexander, Mynbruje be with you. I fear it may be some time until we see each other again. But I will lend what help I can.

Leading the mysterious "michael holder" in through the crack in the Citadel walls, Morgana dissapears from site, followed by the human man, and the spirit.

[ludomastro]

Mater Ralo, we have Mynbruje's work to do. And some justice to deal out this evening. I would like to spare all those that we can ... they are my friends after all is said and done.

[Callidus]

Listening to the turn the conversation was taking Michael almost spoke up to suggest they finish their mission first, but the other seemed to think do that would be unthinkable.

Seems people are friendlier here than I'd expect and more flexible on time scales.... strange.... but comforting....

Turning to follow Morgana he waves a farewell to the others I wish you the best of luck and I will try to impose on Morgana for as little time as possible. Bedlam I owe you my life, remember my promise and call on me whenever you wish.

And then he follows Morgana into the fortress keeping an eye out for more of those giant dogs.