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Reality Fault v2.1 (Collie_Admin) - Thursday, March 08, 2001, 10:48 AM ---------------------------------------------------------------------- viewlog 300-558 ( Starting Cambot Listing MaxChar 2048 Delay 2 OOC ) Tinuviel takes Dakini by the hand.

Dakini waves her free hand to Hati, murmuring quietly, "On guard... this is very weird, Hati'ya... head for the Path. Someone there may know her... or of her." She nods to Tinuviel, "Good to hear. Why don't you come with me, and maybe we can find someone who can help you with your memory, mmm?"

Tinuviel smiles softly and nods, 'Alright.'

(Log stopped Wed Feb 28 1901 08:07 PM by "Dakini" at "Arcana City Park" OOC)

(OOC) Tue Mar 6 1901 07:38 PM by "Obsidian" at "Wandering Path - Taproom" (OOC)

Xarlen's fingers tap almost impatiently across the wooden bartop, muttering to himself.

The figure who's features have been caught by a glance appears to be that of an elf. From the high cheek bones beneathed sunkissed fleash, the pointed ears which pushes up through the golden mane of hair that washes in locks down to shoulders, and the slender physique of most elven kind suggests nothing but. Angled, yet handsome features lead the male's face. Whispy bangs drift over a pair of glasses over the elf's face. Though, the lenses are of a black tint, seeming to be crafted of pure obsidian, so much that one can not see through the other side. This might suggest that the figure's eyes are not for viewing, either from an onlooker's perception, or for seeing all together. The visage most commonly seen on the elf is a slight stoic, blank expression, though a smile is not uncommon to touch his lips. From the soles of his feet to the top of his head, the elf stands five foot, three inches, with his face framed by a hood of a sable shaded wool cloak, thick for the wintery weather, and the whisps of blonde hair beneath the shade of the hood. Held tight around his neck by a tied cord, the cloak flows down to cover his form. Though, with an arm usually held out, clutching a cane of well-crafted wood, and the the elf's movements cause the flap to open, revealing the body beneath. A tunic of earthen brown stretches across the slender but healthy torso. The tunic ends at upper thighs, overlapping breeches of dense cloth, colored a slate charcoal. His cloak ends to brush along the tops of dark brown leather boots.

Keesha is hanging over her usual table, lapping at a mug of mead.

Obsidian sits quietly at the bar, clad in her everpresent armor and weapons. However she lifts a silvery eyebrow at Xarlen's approach, having not noticed his blindness at their last meeting.

Tinuviel arrives from Erythyn Street.

Xarlen seems oblivious to the observation of the drow, though more then likely all but aware of being watched, atleast atleast. Fingers brush over the countertop, while the other quietly carresses his cane.

Tinuviel slips in quietly and sits down at an empty table, looking around with her characteristic inquisitiveness.

You see a lovely, slender young elven woman who looks to be of perhaps drowish origin. Her lithe and delicate form is covered with skin of the richest, deepest chocolate that looks as soft as the finest silk and as flawless as a pearl. Long, shimmering, silvery-gold hair has been braided with silk ribbons, the end brushing along the base of her spine. A thick shock of bangs escapes to float in front of her eyes and along the sides of her face, with her long, delicately pointed ears peeking up through the hair. Her eyes are large and slightly slanted, a rich, sparkling amethyst filled with a gentle amusement, while her small, slightly tilted nose and rose petal lips finish the delicate face. She is currently wearing a soft dress that flows smoothly over her lithe and delicate curves. The material looks light and comfortable and is of a pale misty purple silk, which contrasts nicely with her dusky skin. From behind you catch a glimpse of radiant silvery-golden wings, that almost seem to be made of jewels as the light reflects prismatically from each feather. Her arms are long and slender, with each delicate finger of her hands tipped with bright golden fingernails that are kept somewhat short. The skirt of the light dress flows over her hips and legs, the pale amethyst shimmering richly against the silky smoothness of her skin. The hem flows below her knees, leaving her lower calves and ankles bare. A delicate looking pair of silver slippers grace her feet, a slender strap crossing across the top to hold them in place.

JonathanH pages, "Well, since the virus only effects you if you download the attachment, I'd guess the latter. :p" to you and Teri. Obsidian turns and nods to Tinuviel as she arrives, then looks back to Xarlen and down at the bar before her, thoughts swirling like mist in her mind, ...I had no idea he was thus afflicted... And I treated him so shabbily...Goddess forgive me.

Xarlen stretches, and instead of hailing Talabrina, fishes into his person to remove a small, metalic flask. Dexterious fingers unscrewing, a hearty sip is taken from it's contents. A contented sigh leaving, as flask touches the bartop.

Obsidian adjusts her spider emblazoned cape, then turns slightly in her stool, observing the room and its various patrons...

Tinuviel smiles at Keesha, before turning to regard Obsidian with the same smile, eyes very direct and focused.

Xarlen's head turns slightly, canting subtly in Obsidian's direction. A faint, hidden smile creeps over lips.

Obsidian meets Tinuviel's gaze evenly, an expression on her face that betrays not one whit of her emotions...After a moment, she makes a polite inclination of her head back in Tinuviel's direction.

Tinuviel smiles warmly, like sunshine, before resuming her curious scan of the tavern and its inhabitants.

Xarlen, seeming innocently, removes a coin from his pocket. Fingering it, as if observing the spesific indentations and detail upon it's surface, a bump from a patron taking a seat beside Xarlen sends his coin toward Obsidian, skidding across the floor. Releasing an oath in elvish that would turn a moon elf's head, he rises.

Obsidian doesn't seem to react to the radient smile of the Alicorn girl, at least not with her expression or body language, though -something- touches her eyes for an instant, but is quickly swept away in her cool, aloof demeanor.

Tinuviel's head turns at the sudden movement, before she blushes at the language, ears going back slightly.

Obsidian seems to start a move towards the coin, but catches herself abruptly, and simply watches it roll to a stop nearby.

Xarlen starts in the direction, and begins to drag his foot from side to side before him in slow, silent sweeps, rather close to it's current destination. And, as foot Does step upon it, the metalic screech of metal on wood, he stoops, head inclined rather close to Obsidian's leg.

Obsidian watches the elf, near her leg, a hand dropping casually down to the hilt of one of her swords as she watches his motions carefully...Blind or no, this could be an enemy.

Xarlen seems to flare his nostrils the faintest of moments...and, palming the coin, head cants toward Obsidian's stool. A complex guesture ismade towrad her, then he simply turns, making his way deftly to his flask, retreaving,and making his way, carefully out, as if something urgent found him.

Xarlen leaves the bar, heading back out onto Erythyn Street.

Tinuviel blinks slowly, 'What was that about?'

Obsidian lifts a brow as the elf departs suddenly, then shrugs with an apparent mixture of disdain and disinterest, "What do most males want?" she snorts.

Tinuviel tilts her head slightly, 'I do not know. I think he wants to not be enslaved.' she smiles a little, 'He seems to think that is what women do.'

Keesha stirs on her perch, joining the conversation finally. "I'm not convinced he's as blind as he pretends."

Tinuviel smiles as she looks up at Keesha, 'He certainly isn't what he seems.' She looks amused, but in a kindly way.

Keesha shrugs. "Who is?"

Obsidian turns to Keesha, then nods slightly, amber eyes flashing in the dim light, "Twould surprise me not at all... His was lucky to walk out of her with his manhood intact after our last encounter. Wretched creature, I felt some small amount of pity for his...Affliction...So spared him."

Tinuviel laughs softly, 'You are what you appear to be, at least physically, yes?' she looks from Keesha to Obsidian, 'He isn't.'

Obsidian leans forward, looking keenly interested in this tidbit of information, "Oh? Do tell Lady...I would be most interested to learn what you seem to know about that one."

Tinuviel's wings fluff and then settle back down on her back, 'After the other night I contacted him, to learn what mischief he had been up to, since he would not speak aloud.' she pauses a little, 'He was justifying his behavior because of the way men are treated in the culture he grew up in.'

Obsidian ponders that for a moment, "What are you saying, Lady?"

Keesha snorts. "He's blaming other folks for his problems, sounds like."

Tinuviel lilts softly, 'He is, if not by blood, then by raising, one of the Ilythiiri.'

Obsidian smirks faintly at Keesha's words, then nods sagely to Tinuviel, "That would explain his interest in me then... I thank thee for the knowledge. At the very least I owe the two of you a better introduction than the other evening. I am Obsidian Narryashadis, of House Narryashadis in Menzoberranzan on the world of Abeir-Toril."

Tinuviel's head swivels to regard Keesha, 'Yes, he is.' she turns and smiles at Obsidian, 'And I am still simply Tinuviel. I do not know of any other name for myself.'

Keesha nods and returns the introduction. "Keesha Ski'irish, Captain of the Chirikh and retired officer in the Alliance Space Navy. An exile from the Rift."

Obsidian inclines her head by way of reply, "A pleasure to make both of your aquaintances, simply call me Obsidian." Some of the cold aloofness seems to melt away, as she ends her words with a smile.

Keesha skrees, "And I'm Keesha. What's the bad blood between you and Gala'madred? I'm afraid I didn't follow the... discussion... you had the other night."

Tinuviel nods, 'A fitting name, I think.' she smiles her warm, friendly smile, 'It is odd to see one wearing the colours of Araushnee here.' she makes a slight face, 'Especially in the city of her son.' Her ears twitch as she goes back to listening.

Obsidian shrugs, "As far as I can tell, the bad blood is that I exist." She shakes her head with a slightly derisive expression, "That fact that I serve Lolth, makes me his enemy...In his eyes. I have no interest in him or this place, save as a place to rest and recover before heading back into Wildspace."

Keesha grimaces. "More of that stuff. We didn't have all these ... interested demigods back in my home universe. Depressing in a way."

Tinuviel tilts her head to regard Keesha curiously.

Keesha skrees, "And it does lead to fights between people who'd normally have no interest in each other at all...""

Obsidian smiles wryly at Keesha's words, "I am not here in any capacity as a servitor of Lolth... I am just a woman who seeks a place to rest her head. I find it absurd that I should be stamped as some sort of agent provacateur without so much as a reason save whom I worship."

Keesha nods. "Tends to be my attitude, too. Religion isn't anyone's business but their own, until they get obnoxious about advertising it."

Tinuviel looks at Obsidian, eyes sparkling in the firelight.

Obsidian nods again to Keesha, "I do not believe I have advertised whom I worship, and in fact have tried to keep it very much to myself... Save for the cape I wear of course, but that is somewhat special and so I keep it on often."

Keesha sighs. "I suppose I'd better learn the mythology, so I know which gods are mad at which other gods and whose followers will attack whose. A cape isn't advertising. Street-corner preaching is advertising.

Obsidian chuckles darkly, "I do not do that...In short everyone despises Lolth and the reverse is mostly true. That is a bit simplistic, but accurate, truly I cannot really blame Gala'maded for his behavior, he is both male and a worshipper of my Goddesses son."

Keesha skrees, "And that would be?" Might as well make a start on the mythology business...

Tinuviel pipes up softly, 'But Vhaerhaun is also the son of Corellon Larethian.

Obsidian lilts darkly, "Vhaeraun...As much as your governor went on about him, you must have heard the name?"

Keesha skrees, "Ah.. yes, I did. But I had no idea what it meant at the time. My language abilities do not include that one."

Obsidian nods to Keesha, "Just remember what I told you, and you have the basics pretty much... We tend to not get along with one another. But personally, I have no ill will to anyone here, save maybe that blind wretch that left a while ago."

Tinuviel lilts softly, 'I must admit to being puzzled at the fact both Mystra and Vhaeraun are patrons of the Arcane guild. I do not know why it is so, but I feel it is wrong.'

Keesha turns to Tinuviel with a bit more interest. "Oh? Who is Mystra, and why would this be a problem?"

Obsidian lilts darkly, "Politics Tinuviel... Nothing more, I would imagine. Someone in power wanted one of them as the patron, and someone else wanted the other..."

Obsidian giggles almost girlishly, but with a tinge of wicked glee, "Magic makes for strange bedfellows."

Keesha chirrips. "I'm not sleeping with Kern, no matter what."

Tinuviel smiles a little, 'Mystra is the goddess of magic itself, and an ally of the thief god's sister.' She says this as if pulling it from a mental database. She blinks slowly and turns a little pink at that last.

Keesha shakes her head. "The Thief god's sister?" Bozhemoi, this is like a soap opera...

Obsidian smirks faintly, "One of the reasons I do not practice magic... My life is complex enough without adding those sorts of problems."

Tinuviel nods slowly, 'Araushnee and Corellon had two children before she betrayed him, Vhaeraun and Eilistraee.' she smiles a little, 'And do not ask me how I know, either.'

Keesha skrees, "Eilistaee being the sister, or the thief god?"

Obsidian stands as she listens, apparently getting ready to take her leave...

Tinuviel shakes her head, 'Vhaeraun.' she looks at Obsidian curiously, 'Leaving?' she looks a bit upset, 'I hope I have not offended?'

Obsidian shakes her head, "No, I just have some things to attend to, which require my attention." She smiles again, disarmingly friendly, "It was nice talking to the both of you..."

Tinuviel smiles and nods, 'Take care of yourself and it was enjoyable.'

Keesha skrees, "And you. I have a ship to attend to, though. Later."

Tinuviel yawns a little and shakes her head, 'I should get some sleep.'

Obsidian strides to the door pausing to offer the traditional drow departure, "Aluve..."

Obsidian leaves the bar, heading back out onto Erythyn Street.

The bat takes advantage of the open door, suddenly launching from her perch and diving through before the Drow can close it. "G'night!"

(Log stopped Tue Mar 6 1901 08:53 PM by "Tinuviel" at "Wandering Path - Taproom" OOC)

(OOC) Wed Mar 7 1901 06:26 PM by "Dakini" at "Wandering Path - Taproom" (OOC)

Dakini will welcome Kern and Keesha to her home, offer them some drinks, take a moment to be sure they're comfortable.

She finally settles on a couch herself, goblet in hand, and sighs softly, "Keesha, Kern, I have a very large favor to ask of you both."

Kern knits his brow. "Both of us? What sort of favor?"

Keesha smiles and settles on her favorite overhead fixture. She twitches a wing at the question. "You may fire when ready, Grizzly. What favor is that?"

Dakini takes a thoughtful sip, then says carefully, "It entails... me asking you to have some faith in my personal judgement... and taking a moment to trust someone a bit that you would not ordinarily trust."

Dakini says, "And... keeping a confidence for that person."

Kern smiles wryly. "Dakini, my best friend is the Chosen of Vhaeraun. Is this person that much different? After all, I would not expect you to make friends with a Cyricist or a Xvimlar..."

Keesha sighs and shrugs with both wings. "This whole place is an exercise in trusting people I wouldn't normally. Can't see that it could get worse. Your judgement's been fine so far."

Dakini blinks a little blankly behind the shades, then murmurs dryly, "What a relief... since I've no idea what those are..." She grins a little teasingly at Kern.

Dakini laughs softly at Keesha's comment!

Kern says, "Well, they;re unsavory types, so I trust you'd not be friends with such...but you have piqued my interest."

Dakini chuckles softly, then gets a faintly mischievous look in her eyes. As Kern's taking a sip she inquires with an innocent look, "How about a follower of Lolth?"

Keesha skrees, "Let me see if I've got this right. Lolth is the Drow Spider-goddess, right?"

Kern chokes, his eyes going wide. He manages to set down the drink, eyeing Dakini. "You're not serious. Tell me you're not serious."

Dakini is watching Kern, trying to suppress the quirk of amusement at the corner of her lips... but at that she can't stop the delighted laugh!

Dakini grins, "Sorry, sorry... er, right, Keesha. The chaotic evil one. Apparently things are different here, ethically... there's a strong binary divide between both good and evil... and law and chaos."

Kern says, "Dakini, this is nothing to laugh about. Regardless of my personal feelings, this is Vhaeraun's territory. If she's here, her days of life can be numbered in hours, maybe less."

Keesha grumbles under her breath. "Why can't the local gods just sleep away the millenia like they did back home and not bother people..."

Obsidian rests the flat of her palm up and then concentrates on the door, trying to make her presence known to Dakini, in much the same way as the elf had done before.

Dakini looks a bit fascinatedly perplexed, "I'm not sure how it happened... I mean, where I come from even the most evil person justifies their actions to themselves somehow... but apparently there are people here that consider themselves 'evil'." She nods to Kern, "I quite understand, Kern, which is why I'm hoping you can help me to convince her to-"

Kern says, "To what? leave? I can open a gate that will have her home in seconds...it'll drain me severely, but I can manage..."

Dakini blinks as the door glows gently, then clears, showing all within the room Obsidian standing on the other side, her palm resting on the door. By her stance those within can see that this is a one-way vision... Dakini ahs, rising, "Here she is. A moment, please..."

Dakini opens the door, "Obsidian, welcome, please come in."

Keesha raises an eyebrow at that. Neat trick, that. Even it does depend on vision...

Obsidian inclines her head to Dakini, then strides through the portal, the soft chink of mail clearly heard as she walks, "Greetings to thee Dakini."

Dakini closes the door behind Obsidian with but a thought, waving a hand towards the others present, "Obsidian, may I introduce you to Sir Kern Denseran and his apprentice Captain Keesha Ski'irish zu Chirikh. Gentles, this is Obsidian..." she gives Kern a sternly amused glance, "-who is whom I was speaking of earlier."

Dakini says, "Obsidian, would you care for a drink?"

Kern blinks and turns to look at the new arrival...and keenly notes the drow he saw earlier. "Of course. It only makes sense."

Obsidian offers a polite, if slightly aloof bow to those introduced, then shakes her head to Dakini, "No, thank you..."

Dakini nods, "Then please make yourself comfortable." She re-seats herself, picking up her drink with a grin, "Well! Now that we're all tense and nervous, I think I should start off by asking you all to promise to each other that you will not repeat anything that is said in this room to each other... since until we figure out how to trust each other, even if only a little bit, we won't get anywhere with this discussion!"

Obsidian sits on an unoccupied couch, adjusting her silken and spider emblazoned cape as she seats herself, simply nodding to Dakini, "Of course."

Keesha nods. "I will agree."

Dakini adds, "Dammerung has sealed the room... so no magic, psionics, physical object, or other energy form will be coming or going... this is my contribution to trying to generate a little bit of faith in each other here." She adds to Obsidian and Keesha a polite, "Thank you," then raises an eyebrow at Kern.

Kern eyes Obsidian coolly, and then turns that gaze on Dakini. "Trusting a worshipper of Lolth is like trusting a snake not to bite you, Dakini."

Dakini smiles calmly at Kern, "Are you absolutely sure she is what you see?"

Obsidian peers at Kern, then smiles slowly, "I quite agree with you...

Kern says, "*You* said she was a worshipper of Lloth, Dakini, not I."

Kern says, "Besides, anyone can carry a talisman to misdirect spells of scrying."

Dakini says, "I most certainly did not, Sir Kern." Her grin is mischievous, but her tone is sincere, "I asked if you thought I'd trust one."

Obsidian folds her hands in her lap, and listens for the moment, her expression still cool and distant, but a hint of amusment touches her pale amber eyes.

Dakini sits up, watching Kern with interest, "I think the question becomes... do you trust my judgement or no?"

Keesha thinks about the conversation so far. "Heh. She's right. She may have led us in that direction, Kern, but she didn't actually say so."

Kern starts to reply, but then stops. He grunts in assent. "Point. But this is nothing to joke about, Dakini."

Dakini simply waits... this is not something to rush someone into.

Keesha snickers. "You don't know her very well, do you? She'll be cracking jokes at the heat death of the universe."

Dakini grins at Keesha, "Hush, you. We're asking him something very difficult. Let him think."

Kern looks back at Dakini. "Why should I? I've known you a handful of days. I don't even know that I can trust *you*."

Kern doesn't say this accusingly, just matter-of-factly.

Dakini nods calmly, "A pity. Very well then. I will not ask you to give trust you cannot give." She waves a hand, and the door slides open.

Dakini says, "Your choice."

Obsidian stands, adjusting her cape again, having seemed to have gotten the impression she is the one that should depart.

Dakini murmurs, "Not you, Obsidian."

Kern arches an eyebrow, then sits bak in his chair. "I will listen to what you have to say. Both of you."

Dakini nods, the door sliding shut, and smiles, "Thank you. Will you also agree to the promise I asked for, of keeping confidence?"

Obsidian sits back down silently, offering a slight nod to Dakini.

Kern purses his lips. "Is this confidence you wish me to keep of any danger to the people of Arcana?"

Dakini shakes her head, "I would not ask you to keep such as that in confidence, Kern." Her tone is faintly reproving.

Kern smiles chidingly. "You're avoiding the question, Dakini."

Dakini smiles, "My apologies. What we are to discuss here tonight is, I believe, of benefit to the people of Arcana... and yourself."

Kern steeples his fingers. "Continue."

Dakini says, "And emphatically not a danger to them."

Obsidian looks a bit curiously at Dakini, but says nothing, confident in her abilities to explain herself.

Dakini nods, "Then I will ask again... does this mean you swear to keep what is said here tonight in confidence?"

Kern smiles acknowledgingly at challenge met. "I swear on my mother's grave."

Dakini sighs in relief, "Finally." She smiles, shaking her head amusedly at Kern, "You call a drow 'trusted friend'... but you struggle with trusting my judgement? You are a very curious man, I must say. Well..." She grins, turning, "Obsidian... these are the people I had in mind when I mentioned introducing you to folk that were trustworthy with your secret. Would you like to tell them, or should I?"

Kern says, "I would point out I didn't fully trust Alois till a few months ago. ;)"

Obsidian looks almost amused, and simply says, "You seem to be doing quite well Dakini, unless you prefer me to... I think it might be more believable coming from thine lips than mine own."

Keesha shrugs. "Don't see why it should be."

Dakini nods to Obsidian, "Well enough." She turns to Kern and Keesha, putting it bluntly -- there's really no way to soft-pedal something like this, "Obsidian is a follower of Elis... Eilistree... drat, uh... Lady Silverhair." She gives Obsidian an apologetic glance.

Dakini says, "The cloak is simply protective camoflauge."

Obsidian softly corrects Dakini, "Eilistraee."

Dakini nods, saying the word carefully, "Eilistraee. Yes."

Kern blinks? "Is she? We might have saved ourselves some verbal jousting had you said that right off...as Mystra's servant I would never betray one of the Dancing Lady's followers."

Keesha skrees, "Eilistraee." The bat reproduces the sound perfectly. "That was on my lessons, too. Trust these folks to think someone needs to conceal a good alignment..."

Dakini gives Kern an amused glance, "Well, that's actually part of what I was hoping you could help me convince her of... that she needn't hide here -- that the cloak is actually worse than admitting her true allegiance, here."

Obsidian nods somberly to Keesha and Kern, her demeanon shifting suddenly as the secret of out, from cold and aloof, she seems warm, radiant and friendly. A soft smile coming to her lips and reflected in her golden amber hued, eyes.

Kern nods. "It is, in fact. However, I am not convinced that admitting her faith is necessarily wise, either...I do not know how Vhaeraun regards Eilistraee and her followers, regardless that they both oppose Lloth."

Kern says, "I could probe deeper on the matter, if you wish..."

Dakini adds quietly to Obsidian, "If you'd like to drop the cloak here, please feel free."

Keesha skrees, "Very delicately, to be sure."

Kern chuckles. "Alois would think nothing strange on those questions coming from me...I am always asking abou;this sort of thing."

Keesha skrees, "More to the point, the locals will find her protective coloration a red flag here."

Obsidian take sher cape off, folds it neatly and offers it to Dakini, "It has a minor enchantment, but nothing I cannot do without."

Kern snorts. "I actually remember recently the Governor bragging about having enchanted Qilue Veladorn with his wit..."

Dakini nods, taking it and neatly tucking it into a coat-closet equivalent.

Obsidian hmms softly, looking at each person in turn, "Now what?"

Dakini grins at Kern, "Um... that would doubtless make more sense if we knew what a Qulue Veladorn is...?"

Dakini nods to Keesha's comment.

Kern chuckles. "The Chosen of the Chosen, as the Dark Maiden's followers put it. She is a product of an alliance between Mystra and Eilistraee...and woman of great power and beauty in her own right.

Obsidian lilts darkly, "...One of the Seven Sisters...."

Kern nods. "One of the few I've yet to meet, sadly. :>"

Obsidian lilts darkly, "I think the Governor overestimates himself... In mahy ways."

Kern says, "Forgive my petty suspicion, lady...you are welcome at Arcana. And yes, you are right in that. He once said he thought he could seduce Queen Amlaruil.... ;)"

Obsidian smiles to Kern, a warm nearly girlish expression, "No need for apologies sir, my guise is in part to keep people at bay...At times it works far too well."

Keesha skrees, "Our esteemed governor is ... not as subtle as he thinks he is."

Kern says, "Well, you'll not need it here, milady...at least, not for the usual reasons. Though I would ask that you refrain from wearing the Dark Maiden's symbol openly till I make some...discreet inquiries."

Obsidian frowns slightly, "I have already presented myself, as a worshipper of Lolth... What do you suggest I do until I hear back from thee?"

Kern blinks. "Ah...presented yourself to whom?"

Obsidian lilts darkly, "A signifigant number of people... I have been spending my evening in The Wandering Path. I nearly had a violent run in with thy governor over my presence."

Keesha skrees, "No one in particular, but everyone in general... the cover usually works."

Obsidian nods to Keesha, "Aye...Exactly."

Kern blinks. "Oh dear. Mmmnm. You're lucky to have escaped from that...if you would travel openly then, I would request that I or one of my knights accompany you then..whilst I make haste to make sure you would not be jumping from the skillet to the fire."

Keesha skrees, "But that would reveal her true allegiance, which would be dangerous elsewhere. This is a dilemma."

Obsidian chuckles slightly and regards Kern, though not unkindly, "Good sir, Dakini didn't tell you precisely what I was, just that I serve Lady Silverhair. I can take good care of myself, regardless of what guise I wear."

Kern says, "it would reveal nothing other than that she is under my protection. Meaning that anyone attacking her answers to me. I have no doubt that you can handle yourself, Lady Obsidian...I am merely trying to *prevent* conflict by making attackers think tiwce."

Kern says, "it may not work, but it is worth a shot."

Obsidian shrugs, "If you insist..." The smile fades from her lips but lingers in her eyes, "Though you needn't trouble thyself on my account." He pauses as if considering, "Though I should better explain myself to thee before you do anything on my behalf."

Keesha skrees, "It might prevent other casualties, milady Obsidian."

Kern smiles. "It is no trouble. Though I do admit some curiosity as to why you would travel so far from the influence of your goddess, lady. Explain away."

Obsidian nods to Keesha, "Please, no need for any title, I deserve no such...I am just Obsidian." She smiles back to Kern, but it is a wise and knowing smile, "Eilistraee, has chosen me for a sacred task and gifted me with a special place in her divine plan. I am a Paladin in The Dark Maiden's service."

Keesha frowns for a moment before placing the terms. Ah. Knight Templar equivalent, right.

Kern blinks. "I am honored, divine warrior. Say on, an it pleases thee."

Obsidian nods to Keesha, still smiling, "Close enough Keesha..." She turns back to Kern, "The time is coming for the Drow and surface Elves to reunite with one another, I have been tasked to pave the way to that time..."

Kern says, "Oh? Why come here then? To capitalize on the progress Vhaeraun has already made here, to that end?"

Obsidian shakes her head, "No Kern... I had no idea of the situation here, my coming to this place was simply happenstance...Or perhaps it was Eilistraee's will." She smiles at the latter notion, "In either case, there is much here I can do, I think."

Kern nods. "Any help that Xandros's Knights can offer, lady, you have without reservation."

Obsidian lilts darkly, "The current quandry is how to present myself...If you all think it best to be open with my affliation here, that I shall do. I can deal with any backlash from that I believe."

Keesha skrees, "Heh. You can always claim that you pulled a fast one on the locals here."

Kern nods. "I suspect that all will be well...no overt violence at least...but I would yet be wary trusting any of the Masked God's followers."

Obsidian gives Kern a bemused and slightly sarcastic smile, "He is little better than the Spiderqueen, and only slightly more trustworthy... I know the machinations of the Masked one quite well... But I thank thee for the warning."

Keesha frowns. "Okay.. which one is the Masked God. I swear I need a program here."

Kern says, "Vhaeraun, Keesha. ;)"

Kern says, "Perhaps I should tutor thee in things other than magic. It may be needful."

Kern chuckles. "

Obsidian gets a thoughtful expression then asks, "So you suggest I simply be open in my affiliation?"

Kern says, "I suspect that wouldst be best....though I would like to speak to Alois first on the matter. I know the stories say that Vhaeraun has an abiding hatred of his sister...but the avatar that resides here has his own differences...quirks, even, from the Masked God himself."

Keesha skrees, "One thing at a time. I suspect I should learn the local powers that be, in addition to the local powers that wanna be."

Kern says, "Not that I believe that he regards me as anything but a pawn, myself."

Kern laughs. "A most humorous way to put it. ;)"

Keesha skrees, "Gala'madred being in the latter category, I fear."

Obsidian nods to Kern, "I cannot hide in my room until then however... If anyone asks I will be forthright with who I am henceforth." She seems very relieved and almost happy at being able to drop the vile charade of being a Lolth worshipper.

Kern nods. "I would not expect a paladin to be otherwise. However, would you allay my fears by accepting this, lady?"

Kern offers Obsidian a small mithril pin in the shape of a vortex, swirling with etched colors.

Obsidian aches a slender, silvery brow at Kern, "What does it do?"

Kern says, "Press your finger to its center, and murmur the words 'Xandros forfend'. In doing so, it will immediately alert any of my order that are close at hand to offer you assistance."

Obsidian extends her hand, palm up to accept the gift, "Very well, if you insist... Though I do not plan on getting into such a dire situation."

Kern says, "None plan for such, lady. It is why they are dire. But I would not do less than to offer you such assistance as I see fit to secure your safety."

Kern places the pin in her delicate hand.

Obsidian's hand closes on the pin, brushing Kern's hand lightly with her fingertips, though the appendage does not seem that delicate, it is calloused on the palm and bears many small scars... It is the hand of a warrior and one that has seen many battles.

Kern does seem slightly in awe of Obsidian. He does not, however, roll onto his back and bark like a puppy. ;)

Obsidian tucks the small object away and smiles at those present, "I wish to thank all of you, most sincerely and from the bottom of my heart. It is good to have allies, I have been on my own in this quest for so very long, and living a charade for as long as I can remember. You have given me a very special gift with this small act of kindness on your part, may the blessings of Eilistraee follow thee." The smile touches her golden eyes, and they turn slightly liquid as though she were on the verge of unbidden tears, though none fall.

Kern smiles kindly. "Is it my pleasure, as well as my duty, lady." He places a gloved fist against his heart and makes a small bow. "And I am sure, though I would not put words in her mouth, that Captain Keesha feels much the same."

Obsidian smiles again, her eyes bright as stars on a winter's night, "Kindness is never a duty Kern, nor should it be... It is simply that which one does, because their heart bids them to do so."

Keesha skrees, "More or less. I don't have the werewithal to hand out such tokens yet, but if you need my assistance in any way, just let me know."

Kern chuckles at Keesha. "Plain spoken, but well said nonetheless."

Kern looks back at Obsidian. "And you do speak truth. But I do think that I would not be worthy to call myself a Knight of the Vortex were my heart not so inclined. My duty as a knight, lady, is the place where need and desire are one."

Keesha snorts. "I've got a different idiomatic style, sensei."

Obsidian nods a twinkle in her eye still, "But why did you become a Knight, Sir Kern? Was it not because it was what called to thy heart to do?"

Kern says, "Sheath your blades, Keesha. If we engage in a battle over knowledge of the rhyme and reason of language, I am sure to fail. Such is not my leaning. ;)"

Kern says, "I became a knight because my patron god asked me to. My heart would be the same were I not a knight. But with Xandros's favor, I may now *officially* follow the dictates of that heart, lady. ;)"

Obsidian nods as if her point has been made, "But ultimately, at the core of what you are, it is thy heart that makes you what you are...Duty notwithstanding." Then smiles again, seeming to almost glow from within, where it not so genuine and sincere it would most likely be sickening to behold.

Keesha skrees, "This is the usual way of things. I was a knight in my own way when I was younger, and I could still do it at need."

Kern says, "Indeed, Obsidian, I can see for myself thine inner light as Eilistraee's divine warrior. I feel warmed by thy countenance, more than ten giant bonfires could provide."

Obsidian looks down, studying her hands intently, "Thank thee for thy kind words Sir Kern, I merely serve the Dark Maiden as she bades me. With honor and humility."

Keesha skrees, a bit drily, "Try an infrared space heater. Much more efficient."

Kern pouts at Keesha. "But I was having fun! This is the first time I've had a chance to wax eloquently since I became a knight!"

Obsidian looks up and smiles at Keesha, "I am not certain what that is...But I think I ken the meaning. I do apologize, if I am being bothersome...It has been just so very long, since I could be myself...Openly, around anyone." She smiles again, "Let alone have anything resembling a friend."

Keesha chuckles. "I'm not trying to chase you off, Miss Knight. Just my own ... less than flowery soul, I'm afraid."

Kern shakes his head at Obsidian. "It is not you, Obsidian...Keesha is merely trying to cut through what she sees as unecessary flattery."

Kern's eyes twinkle fondly as he looks at Keesha.

Obsidian shakes her head, "No, I know that being what I am... And showing it... I can be annoying."

Keesha skrees, "In my native realm, a knight was mounted on a machine and our lances were missiles and energy beams. The knowledge to handle such a steed wars against a soul full of poetry, I'm afraid."

Kern says, "One qould hope that that art would not be lost completely. A knight fights to protect not just the body, but the soul as well."

Kern says, "Pretty words, but no less true for that."

Obsidian nods slowly, listening to Keesha, "Still...I apologize, if I have been a nuisance."

Keesha skrees, "Oh, the art is still there... but the art that works for we mechanized warriors is the poetry of mathematics and the beauty in a machine's proper functioning."

Keesha grins. "The former discipline, as it turns out, is quite applicable to magic."

Kern would speak to Obsidian's apology, but does not, as it is Keesha's place...the paladin already knows his mind.

Obsidian stands slowly, and offers a smile, "I should depart...It grows late and I am still a bit tired from my journey to this place."

Keesha nods. "Good morrow, then. Thank you for telling us what you really are, Miz Knight."

Kern nods. "Mystra's mantle protect thee, Lady Obsidian."

Obsidian stands and smiles again to Keesha, "Just Obsdian, please... I want us to be on equal terms and in time friends, if fate allows it."

Kern says, "I hope fate will...and if it does not, I'll beat it into submission."

Obsidian smiles again to Kern, "Aye, Sir Kern... I feel much the same. Rest well, and once again...Thank you."

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