Prima Luce

Diddly Do

Will be posting soon. Apologies for the delay.

Trios

@Harlequ

At first the stout man’s mouth murmurs a few small, incoherent words while Ilyssa delivers the first part of her response. He appears to be somewhat disgruntled by something she has said. He does however abruptly stop grumbling at the hearing of the name Agartha. His monocle shifts as his face twists auspiciously and his eyes pan over the items Ilyssa has brought to the counter. Agitated, his index finger begins to tap repeatedly on the counter.

He raised his eyes to her once more, preparing to respond when he is stopped by Ilyssa’s comment pertaining to the apparition of a young girl. His face drops as one who has seen a ghost of their own. His finger stops tapping. The monocle drops from his eyes as his complexion pales and his very soul seems to vacate the premises. His lips tremble for a time before recovering the fortitude to reply.

“A single silver piece will cover your items.” The man’s voice is no longer abrasive but forlorn. “Best you don’t drag the curse of that damnable child into my place of business.” He does pause for a moment, eyes twitching to consider the information he should or should not provide. His index finger again begins tapping restlessly on the counter - “Ignorant travelers, the lot of you…. Agartha is no person, least not anymore. It is a mine, a gold mine, in fact. It is marked on the map if you care to look for it. But if I were you I wouldn’t dare. Stay well clear of that place. That is my advice, girl, if you know what’s good for you.” The man’s finger stops tapping long enough to use it to rub his nose with an anxious jerking motion, then returns it to the counter where the tapping continues. He leans forward, looming as much as his short body would allow over the counter.

“That girl you mentioned…. She is a curse on this town – A curse, I tell you now! I don’t care what the others say, to me she wants nothing more than vengeance. Agartha was where she was raped. Her and her mother alike. They were both killed by those ghastly men. A terrible thing, I say. She’s been haunting this town ever since.” He forces to lean in closer to Ilyssa, each word now wafting the pungent breath of tooth decay over her face. “Best you turn about and leave Trios… before it’s too late for you.”

Now standing straight, the stout shopkeeper adjusts his attire, placing his monocle back over his eye to regard the items on the counter once again.

“As I said, a single silver piece will suffice. Pay and be gone.”

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@Metatrooper@Hokum

The hostile reaction of Boris caused Ovarin to fawn while, with his thumb, began fidgeting with the ring on his finger. Nevertheless, the apprehension he showed at first was no greater than that of one slightly nervous. It was only when Ovarin observed the bars begin to bend under the strain of Boris’s strength that his thumb ceased fidgeting with the ring. Ovarin’s eye’s widened with growing trepidation. He backed up against the wall of his cell like a child awaiting an abusive parent to at any moment burst through the bedroom door.

“Ya caht hurt meh,” His voice broke with the tone of skeptical hope, “ya caht – deh guard beh com’n. Deh wan led ya hurt meh….”

The anger of Boris subsides, though his intentions of entering the cell are still clear. Ovarin’s own words now seem to be defied by the keys Boris produces. The man shrinks, though his eyes narrow with a piercing glare at Boris. While Kaldalis offers Boris a hand in selecting the correct key, Ovarin sneers.

“Fug ya! Sarah Stohn Deser wah sheh got. Dat witch chile. Sheh wan it bad. I give it. I give it hard teh her n’ her mah. Ha ha ha, sheh scream so muh – ha ha ha!”

By this time Boris will have undoubtedly found the correct key and entered the cell to confront Ovarin, yet the vulgar little man continues with his rant as though he has now accepted his fate.

“Buh wah ya goh do, Bori? Meh not deh oni one. Deh udders too. Ya kill us all? Ha ha ha! You a stupi mun!! Stupi, stupi, stupi!”

Although Ovarin would well be aware of his pending fate, he remains still against the wall of his cell, lifting not even one hand to defend himself against the massive brute before him.

While this is taking place, Kaldalis, no doubt watching the events unfold, may catch witness of the apparition that has appeared in his cell. It is the ghost of a young girl standing beside him. This girl is badly injured. Her white attire is well stained with blood. She raises her eyes to Kaldalis with an insidious smile that may send shivers up Kaldalis's spine. Once the smile has been delivered, the apparition of Sarah Stone returns her attention to Boris and Ovarin, watching with Kaldalis at the events unfolding.

A female voice is heard, like the whisper of wind perceived by all those present:

“Kill him. For my daughter yearns.”

Accompanying this voice is a heavy chill that fills the cell block, lacing the walls and iron bars with a film of frost.

Trios

@Hokum@Metatrooper

Ovarin chuckles snidely at Kaldalis ignoring his comments. When Boris enters the room, Ovarin watches the massive, muscular man with highbrow intrigue. In the conclusion of Boris's chant, Kaldalis stands to introduce himself as the tin man. It is only then that Ovarine also rises from his position to say;

"Naw-naw-naw! Don list teh dat liar prune, Bori, I beh deh mun ya seek. I beh deh tin mun. Dis meh rah heah!"

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@Harlequ

On her search for answers, Ilyssa enters a general store. The general items of this store range from snack foods to Trios souvenirs and even maps of the town. The storekeeper is a stout man with beard and an eye monocle that he uses to watch Ilyssa with great scrutiny, perhaps as one might keep watch on a potential shoplifter. Should Ilyssa approach the shop counter with a map and other possible items to purchase, the man will adjust his monocle to focus more clearly on Ilyssa's face.


"You appear to be new in town." He would tell her. Voice high-pitched and abrasive. "Not many of your freak kind are seen around here. You look lost. Searching for a specific something? Information, perhaps? Yes?"

Diddly Do

@Hokum

Donny does not comply. He lifts one hand to tip his hat for the soldiers, yet it is clear by his derisive grin that the courtesy is disingenuous.

With no further pause, Donny produces the Glock 43. from the holster on his left thigh. In doing so an additional Glock 43. takes form in his right hand. While now breaking from his position, Donny commences unleashing rounds from each weapon. Despite soon exceeding the rounds of each magazine, he does not stop to reload. The weapons continue to fire relentlessly at the soldiers as Donny maintains an unfaltering, casual pace in direction of the exit.

Diddly Do

@Doc Doctor@Hokum

Under the circumstances, Donny appears to have found no reason to dally in the late Grand Ministers Quarters. He had more… pressing matters to attend to. Nevertheless, Donny would have felt a familiar sensation, like that of nails scraping along the side of his neck in the moment that he vanished.

When the Quatis recovery crew arrive in Pycin’s quarters, they would find that the residence is now in utter darkness and oxygen levels have now been fully depleted. The recovery crew would however have been prepared for such a turn of events. Perhaps they are wearing oxygen masks and fitted with torches to see in the dark. If this is the case, they would find the mess Donny had left behind, yet they would also see a man looming near the mutilated corpse of the Grand Minister. This man looks and is dressed like Donny down to the finest detail. Donny does not appear to be bothered by the lack of oxygen. He regards the recovery crew with a… less than cordial grin. Near to Donny, the alloy of the wall to the bathroom appears to have a hole torn out of it. The hole is large enough for a man to fit through.

Diddly Do

@jorcool@Hokum

The isolated twenty nine Khaganate vessels, far removed from the fleet they left behind, have done well in adapting to their new location. However, reports may now be coming in from various places…. These reports will have come from numerous isolated sources about their vessels, both civilian and military alike. These reports are all very similar in nature, pertaining to complaints regarding loss of power supply and the erasure of personal and collective computer data feeds. In one case upon a civilian vessels, several civilians would have possibly been taken to the infirmary for medical attention, as the power to the oxygen generator, as well as all other power generation supply in that area, has been entirely depleted. That specific region of the civilian vessel may now be in darkness and void of life activity…. The numerous other locations effected by these power and data supply issues are not yet so severe, though the power and data does continue to diminish along with an increase of continued complains from officers and civilians.

No doubt, those Khaganate’s in charge of power maintenance will be alerted, if not at least notice that the alternate power reactors are attempting to divert power to these effected areas. In the possible automatic effort to divert power to compensate, it would be noticed that this supplemented power is also being devoured upon delivery.

Those in charge of receiving and responding to reports from the Khaganate people, would perhaps conduct an investigation as to the cause of the problem. These investigations would reveal interesting information for the Khaganate to consider: All power and data lost in these areas are being drained by a yet undefined entity. All that can be determined at this time is that both the power and data is being fed, or perhaps rerouted, to an outside location.

Furthering careful scans of the outer limits to the effected Khaganate vessels, would reveal that the outer hull of the vessels, specifically the areas near to the point of power and data loss, have somehow increased in size. These… bulges that curiously resemble tumor-like growths on the outer hull of the vessels, are no bigger than a meter or two in diameter. Readings would confirm that these lumps are comprised of the same elemental structure as the hull itself and give off energy signature readings similar to the power that has been drained from the nearby regions.

In total, the number of said effected areas range close to one hundred instances at various randomized location on the twenty nine Khaganate vessels. Each instance under effect covers an area of approximately thirty meters in all directions from the center point of the tumor-like growths on the outer hull.

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@Doc Doctor@Hokum

In a likewise manner, The Quatis Fleet too are encountering the same issues as the Khaganate vessels, various reports of power loss and data removal are being received by high command from various randomized location on the ten city-size ships. One such area effected is Pycin’s Quarters, where a ruthless killer by the name of Donny is about to end the life of the Grand Minister.

As Donny extends the quantum rifle to the old man, the lights in the bathroom and living quarters begin to dim and flicker, as though there is a power interference issue taking place. There are now spasmodic moments of darkness and light, while Donny and Pycin would perhaps hear a metallic grinding sound deriving from the wall of the bathroom. Between the flashing intervals of failing light, Donny, standing on the outside of the shower cubical, should notice the wall of the bathroom beginning to buckle and twist. He would also notice that the air in the room is no longer so easy to breathe. It would appear that oxygen and power to the area is being depleted.

These troubling effects may also, perhaps, effect the lady resting in the other room.

Diddly Do

Have added a new character that awaits official approval.

Diddly Do

The Moria of Saggio Razza

Species: Saggio Razza

Appearance: Yet Undisclosed

Saggio Razza’s Conception: The Sciame Moria

Limited Disclosure of Saggio Razza

The Saggio Razza, or simply Razza, are a bipedal species. They evolved on a system of worlds that were destroyed over a millennia ago by the natural death of their sun. Though their heliocentric system of planets was reduced to naught, the Razza avoiding the catastrophic event and continued to thrive and evolve as a spaceborne civilization.

As the centuries passed, however, their technological skills exceeded their vigilance, as their masterful achievements gave birth to a new and predatory species, the likes of which the universe has never seen. Notwithstanding a valiant effort to contain the threat, The Razza were overpowered and forced to abandon their own creation, The Sciame Moria, to the vulnerability of the open universe.

Since that time, The Saggio Razza have endeavored to hunt down, contain and destroy their Moria at any cost… for the sake of all life in the universe.

Trios

@Metatrooper

The head guard does glare at Kaldalis in a way to portray both amazement and suppressed amusement. Perhaps he is taken aback by the warrior’s claims and audacity of requests. Concluding a moments silence, he does reply to Kaldalis:

“Darmanious?” He says, though his voice sounds rather choked. “You say Darmanious attacked you? The unarmed innkeeper? The same man that has never even hurt so much as an insect in all his years in Trios? Perhaps he threw his keys at you?” The guards tone changes to that of mocking sarcasm. “Or perhaps he poked you with his pinkie finger? How horrifying for a man such as yourself, yes?”

The guard now chuckles while the two guards handling Kaldalis start laughing and those in the hallway follow suit. Soon their laughter is so entirely loud it would likely be heard out in the streets.

“So let’s do it, shall we?” Another of the guards suggest between laughs. “Let us give him back his sword. We should ignore the mangled corps of the innocent and take him at his word. What else do we need to hear?”

"No-no!" Yet another guard jests; "It is clear who is actually responsible for this horrendous crime - It was that cat over there, the one licking its ass on the table!"

The laughter becomes louder at this comment, and continues on for some time before it abruptly stops when the head guard raises one hand with a snap of his fingers. Now serious, he steps forth to Kaldalis.

“How about no?” He grins auspiciously. “Relax, convict. You will get your chance to state your case to the magistrate and at that time you may plead your innocence. For now you will come with us. Perhaps you can share some more funny tales of your wildly innocent adventures along the way, yes?”

Assuming Kaldalis does not put up a fight, the guards now escort him from his room and out into the street where the other five guards surround their position. The group of ten guards with Kaldalis at their center move on towards Town Hall.

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@Hokum

The two guards seem rather bored at their posts, and less than perturbed when Boris approaches them. One could say they appear somewhat amused by the monstrosity of a man standing before them. Perhaps the amusement derived from Boris’s obvious childlike demeanor. It was clear his mind was... lacking common intellect.

“You have come to see Ovarin, have you stranger?” The guard on the left asks, though it is obvious by his tone that he is making ill of Boris’s disability. “Ovarin has been a very naughty boy, has he not?”

The guard to the right does smirk, though refrains from laughter, and concurs; “A very naughty boy, indeed.”

“So how about it?” The one on the left suggests; “Should we allow this highly intelligent gentlemen entry to the Holds cell block? Should we simply wave him through for the sake of very special circumstances? Should we inform the other guards that a giant baby wishes to visit one of our detained thieves?”

The two guards are having difficulty not breaking into heavier laughter. Yet, despite their jesting, they do give the matter some thought. In the end, the guard on the left appears to be humorously intrigued by the prospect.

“You know, Nessen,” He refers to the guard on the right, “Perhaps it could be fun, no? We are all in need of a little entertainment around here, are we not?”

The Guard, Nessen, replied with a nod and does agree; “I believe you are right, my friend.”

The left guard now steps forward to Boris, looking curiously up into the large, simple mans eyes to propose a question:

“But first I must ask you, Boris, what reason do you have to visit Ovarin? Are you one of his naughty friends?”