Fourier wrote: » The Cello and the others play a song of victory and the anthem of the North and East winds, in the Zassanite manner. Subtle Orcish undertones weave their way through the music, heavy notes of conflict.
Fourier wrote: » "Processed his application eight hundred years ago, that's about it. He used to rule a kingdom to the East of Osinzir, but died fighting them when they expanded. He knew their tactics as he had been a general with them in his youth."
"If you're talking about pretty boy, I know him well, who do you think comes grinning with the empty application forms. What's his bloody job anyway, natural processes take care of death anyway and the dead are drawn here, he what? 'Guides them here', pffft just speeds things up a little, so what if they wander as ghosts for a decade or nine, I'll get them in the end"
"Okay, well the booster is your immortality, but I'm thinking of upgrading it"
OldGoat wrote: » "North East eh? Alright, I'll take the stage and we'll have some a music-off." Mags goes through the door and onto the stage where he sets himself up to play on his armour. "Follow this if you can..." He starts to run through the drumming rudiments, tapping the patterns on his thighs and shoulders with his light hammers.
Fourier wrote: » OOC: Charisma check with performance proficiency, i.e +2
OldGoat wrote: » OOC:Crithit. Nat 20 +5 Autographs backstage in the Greenroom
Fourier wrote: » The instruments attempt to follow Mag's tune initially, but suddenly he begins playing on a different level, the music of the spheres radiating from armour. the instruments stop their cacophony, they are in the presence of a greater artist now and stand back to appreciate it. With that, a portal, glowing white with strange sounds emanating from it, opens. The sounds are as those of a guitar but with a strange metallic edge.
OldGoat wrote: » Mags bows from the stage after his performance. "Awww yous guys are great. I love playing here. Helloooo ... (Checks name written on arm)... Holy music Temple! Merch in the foyer. Also, come play at the Woodshock festival for me." At that point he notices the portal as being a portal rather than some elaborate stage lighting effect. "Hang on, I'm getting a call. I gotta go now, a portal waits. I'll be back to chat about the race and the bonus and things." Ever mercurial and with the curiosity of an innocent Mags waves to the crowd and walks into the portal.
Banjo wrote: » Ooc : any further info available if I activate my powers of history / arcana?
Banjo wrote: » "Hot damn! There's a level above immortality? Sweet Aurashnee's Overtures! Yeah Wait, it's not 'undying clerk of the dead' is it? You're not planning on ditching me here and pissing off to pursue your dream of cultivating artisan minotaur cheese are you?"
Banjo wrote: » Hey, who are the other two?"
Banjo wrote: » Retula prepares to take her leave and, if the light allows, head south to Zhulugal
OldGoat wrote: » Mags feels himself go a little weak at the knees as he caresses his new axe and he acknowledges the God of Music reverently with a thumbs up and adds him to the VIP list for the festival. To the axe he whispers "You shall be called 'Joepaz'* and you shall drink the blood of our enemies, or whoever." He tucks Joepaz into the bindings of his backpack and turns back to the instruments. "Thank you all for this. We should jam sometime again. Now, am I right in thinking that this race booster thingy is won by playing on stage or did I miss something?" *If you only ever listen to one jazz guitar player then make it Joe Pass.
Fourier wrote: » He Only an two hours later she arrive in Zhulugal, the village is built into and expands out of an old looking Ziggurat, which is kept in incredible condition, its sky blue faces shining bright in the jungle sun. The top of the Ziggurat depict a laughing female figure clad in leaves. The path Retula took leads straight into the market.
Fourier wrote: » As Mags steps through the gate he feels a change come over him, a final gift from the music god. Retula notices a bright light appear behind her and a stream of music suddenly rush through the air, pipe music, flute, percussion, near anything. The light comes from a glowing sphere vibrating with song. Out steps Mags with a strange instrument around his shoulder. His hair transformed closer to the typical Orkish style, the Mohawk, though of brighter colours. The instrument crackles slightly with lightning. "Hey shadow dude" the instrument says to Retula, a touch of heavy chords following it.
Banjo wrote: » "who are you calling dude, harpsichord? Hey drummer-boy. You look.... Different. Retula preserve us, I may have to start using your real name. Oh yeah, I'm some kind of keeper of the dead now, so remember to be respectful and bow an' ****? If the boss finds out she'll kill me. Again and again. But needs must, y'know?"
Banjo wrote: » "Okay guys, you know the drill. Eyes and ears. Hetyaro, snap me some memories of the face of chuckles up there, I'll see if she's familiar. Then get me a flyby of the market for layout" Retula wanders around with her traveling zoo, looking for stalls of interest to ooh and aah over.
OldGoat wrote: » Mags looks around in all directions for a pagoda. "Pagoda, pagoda, pagoda...it must be here somewhere..." As he is turning and scanning he very quietly asks his axe what a pagoda is.
Fourier wrote: » "Layered building, I was there once before, when the big Music dude in the sky made one of his physical tours." Mags is told to head around the base of the Ziggurat by a kindly stall owner, who tries to push some fried mini-dino shish kebab on him.
Banjo wrote: » "what, you didn't think you looked camp before?" She replies. "So we have a magic talking panther, I'm an immortal ghost binder, you're a magic guitarist, this day just keeps getting better. Ears and eyes open for the pagoda." Retula looks for ink, a quill (or a bic if that's an option) and a suitably gothy noteboik to be her osinziri Deathtome
Banjo wrote: » Ooc : forgive me, I don't have the standard market prices to hand. Sconto?
Banjo wrote: » Retula begs her leave of Mags "yeah, I know it's unnecessary, but if I kick off another murder spree this could pay off HUUUUUUUGE and I kinda wanna do it classy!" She scales the zig, familiar dismissed, raven running point.
Banjo wrote: » Ooc : have I misunderstood what you meant by north face? "What? Have I misunderstood what you meant by north face?" She calls down. Ooc : oh, she thinks so too
Banjo wrote: » She shrugs and heads on. If anyone is particularly mouthy she makes a mental note of their face and general location, as well as those of the stall owner. Hetyaro still on point looking for potential issues up ahead.
