[IC] Haunting Revolutions

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret raises an eyebrow when it was oddly clear that Gerethor and the strange being were conversing on some internal level.

[Skinner35]

As the Priest lamented about the Evil, he immediately looked up towards the taller figure and looked confused. "Well, eh... The next step would be to get the both of you new equipment, if desired, then to put you under the eyes of Ariues. He will lead you to your target." At that point, you hear footsteps behind you as the Paladin approaches @AwesomeZero5. "No need to fear. I will ensure that you two survive. And, for the record, you have no need to worry, Thri-Kreen, I have no fear or hate towards your race." He then walks to @Sharidi37495. "The Thri-Kreen communicates through the Mind. Speaks with the Mind. Just as I see with my Mind. Trust me, it will get much weirder soon." He says with a laugh as he walks to a Sword and Shield hanging on a wall.

Even though he's blind, you notice that it doesn't bother him in any way.

[AwesomeZero5]

Book-worm was generally relaxed at first but hearing the foot steps of the Paladin approach still got a flinch out of them. They quickly relaxed once more as the Paladin spoke. It was clear, that Book-worm was being far too tense given the situation. The reassurance was indeed appreciated.

Thank you. Book-worm spoke to the paladin in their common way.
They would then turn toward the other adventurer that entered just before them.
We extend our greetings. Book-worm would send the message toward Margaret's mind. Have you not been hearing us? Mm, that is our apologies.

The voice had an odd habit of suddenly sounding deeper with occasional inflections every few words. It seemed to appear just now and again.

[Sharidi37495]

"Huh. Thank you for warning me," Margaret replies a bit awkwardly, unsure how to respond. She wonders at the Paladin, and how he moves so fluidly despite his... well, his blindness. Margaret follows him, and then looks behind her at the Thri-Kreen, it's called?

[Skinner35]

"Thri-Kreen, I hate to refer to you by your race. Changeling, I am also sorry. What are your names? We do need to get to know each other if we wish to work together." The Paladin says with a smile as he sheathes his sword and adorns his shield. The High Priest smiles, and sits in a chair near the back door he entered through.

[AwesomeZero5]

The voice was certain to speak outward to those in the general area. We, when given the chance take the name of Book-worm. At least among those who would so rarely ally themselves among us. Perhaps it was indeed rude to not perform an introduction before hand. Book-worm will simply do for now.

The hood of the cloak would shift toward the other adventurer, always hiding the true face beneath it. A changeling if the paladin's words to be believed, and there was no particular reason for them to deceive. There seemed to be little likelihood that they were incorrect either. It seemed the paladin had practiced the mind's eyes far more and had more strength in the skill than Book-worm themselves.

Their deity must be quite an interesting one, indeed.

[Sharidi37495]

"I go by Margaret, when in this form," she supplies after the voice finished. Book-worm. How queer, she's never met an ensemble quite like this one. "Your name is Ariues, correct, Paladin?"

[Skinner35]

"Yes! I am Ariues Kinkead. At your most humble service." He says, laughing as he performs a silly bow. While this Paladin seemed stone cold while he was waiting for your arrival, you can now see that he is not very "Stone Cold." "Margaret, would you mind showing us your natural form? It would be good to know the faces of our allies. Book-worm, if you'd remove the hood, we would all be joyous. After that, we will begin by showing each other our skills, magic, and senses of humor." He says, still slightly laughing, which is almost contagious. At this point, you can see his eyes, which are both a cloudy gray. It looks as though he has no pupils.

[AwesomeZero5]

Book-worm seemed to visibly shiver at the request of removing their hood. It was not something they often did and very rarely something they were comfortable with. They did not quite mean to, though through the slip of there telepathy it was clear they were putting out and uncomfortable groan for several seconds on the matter.

We would. We would likely prefer not to partake in that, unless absolutely necessary. If we are still required of it. We would gladly go last when it comes to appearance. Anything outside of that nature and our own particular history, we will gladly indulge upon you. It is, something of which we have grown... hesitant to present for reasons we have no doubt you understand. the voice replied.

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret can't help but crack a small smile, if for a bare moment, Ariues's childish humor was too contagious. "If you must know," she sighs, shifting into an almost translucent imitation of a human. Minus most features of course, except for the colorless eyes and silver hair. She seemed to be almost beautiful, in an eerie manner.

[Skinner35]

"Well, I'll put it like this. Not to kill the mood, but if one of us dies, and we need to identify each other, it helps to know the face." Ariues says, keeping his gleeful smile, but his words are cut with a sense of seriousness.

As he feels a shift in the atmosphere, he knew that she revealed herself. "See? Was it that bad? Besides, you look good like that." He said, his continuous laugh returning.

[AwesomeZero5]

Book-worm seemed to stand there for a moment. Simply, standing there. It may have been clear that their hands were twitching about under their cloak. Their posture seemed slouched once more and leaning toward the exit over so slightly.

They looked upon Margaret or rather the being that went by that name when in a different form. Their appearance seemed, most impressive in Book-worms own thoughts. Added with the ability to so easily change it to something more appealing toward the commoners feel, awkward for Book-Worm.

They did know however changelings rarely revealed themselves or exposed their true forms at all.

If we die. We die, identifying will not be of much concern. The earth and the stars will take us one way or another. The voice whispered. W-we do not refer to you however of course. That is an entirely different matter up to you whether or not you need to be revealed. But we clearly do not need it. It is likely very easy for you to know who we are anyhow. You know of our species, and you should also know that is not common for us to be.... around in such masses to make need to separate us by looks. The voice seemed to shake the words out rather than a steady tone.

There would be a pause. Fine, patron. We will do as asked... if you believe it to spread your glory.

It would be particularly slow. None the less it would appear as if the large hood covering Book-Worm's head was moving back through some invisible force. It would reveal a rather large head similar to that of an ant. Its mandibles were closed, and its antennas were practically small stumps.

Book-worm's eyes were covered with two sets of heavy cloth wrapping around the large beady eyes as blind-folds. Their posture slumped inward even further in the discomfort..

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret quirks an eyebrow when Ariues laughs. He better not be laughing at me. Or he'll regret it. Ugh I hate this. She pauses when Book-worm reveals themelves. "I didn't like it either," Margaret's face softens, shifting back to her previous form.

[Skinner35]

"There you go." The Paladin said with a warm smile. "I know that this makes you uncomfortable, but I'd rather talk to a person, not a Cloak." As he spoke, he suddenly visibly frowned. Not towards anyone in the room. He then looked down, and knelt to the ground, placing his hand against it. "Something's off... wrong. The Darkness is moving. It's... growing. We haven't much time." His demeanor changed from Boyish Charisma to a Cold Veteran. "Time to get moving. I know that this is happening quickly, but the Darkness is moving faster than we anticipated. I do wish that we had more time to become comfortable with one another, but that will have to happen while we move. Follow me." He says as he walks out the back door.

[AwesomeZero5]

Book-worm's hood would be quickly place back over their head. They would be quiet after that. It was time to get moving themselves and they did not have anything in particular to say. The whole thing made them uncomfortable to begin with and it would be much nicer to get a move.

They did feel a tinge of sympathy for Margaret as well, but that did not change the chills in their chest. They would get over it.

Book-worm would follow quietly after Ariues.

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret frowns, following Ariues. "We're not going to train? Are you sure we're ready?" Margaret's voice is pleasant but cold, monotonous.

[Skinner35]

"Honestly, our training will have to be Trial by Fire. I do pray that you two are ready." He says as he walks up to a nicely sized Carriage. "Get in, we have a ride ahead of us." He says as he hops on the front and takes up the reigns.

[Shadow Dragon]

Anyone who can see the darkness can see that no light touches the clouds, and red lighting flickers inside the storm.

[AwesomeZero5]

Book-worm would climb into the carriage. It was, a rare mode of travel for them unless they were particularly lucky. They grabbed onto their seat or the edge of the carriage if there was no seat provided.

They did not wish to alarm Margaret but did not know the proper words. Still, it was better to attempt.
What will happen, will happen. As it should be. What we need now is only to fulfill our actions to their best. Their voice sounded.

The darkness was oddly relaxing; The red lightning, was not.

[Sharidi37495]

Margaret picks up her skirts, getting in the carriage across from Book-worm. "I steal a horse, and now a blind man is the coach," she sighs, steeling her nerves. Curse human fear. Margaret's eyes harden. "If I'd believed that I'd be dead ten times over," Margaret snaps at Book-worm, then sighs. "Forgive me," she carefully puts her hand on their shoulder in comfort, then leans back. She looks out the window. "I must be a coward if I could so easily accustom to the life of the mundane humans."