Renewing the Research

Log Info

• Title: Renewing the Research
• Emitter: Cryosanthia
• Characters: Cryosanthia, Mikilos, Venom, Icarus, Toha
• Place: A14: Quill's Repose, City Library
• Time: Thursday, April 29, 2021, 10:23 PM
• Summary: A chilly day finds Cryosanthia, Lily, Mikilos and Venom inside researching various topics. Cryo is looking up information related to 'Renewing the Pact', Charn, her personal favourite, and side excursions into the Crimson Pen. Lily is drawing trap or weapon concepts, and explains them to Mikilos. As Venom and Cryo start to discuss things, a War-Golem, Icarus arrives to research monsters in the sewers. Venom leaves abrupty. The sewers are a familiar location to everyone, and some discussion ensue, which covers topics like the summoning circle under Alexandria and Otyughs being able to talk fluently. Toha arrives, shares her sewer experiences, and discusses improving her weapons with Mikilos as the others disperse.

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A large hallway, circular in design, is what lies beyond the large doors that let visitors in to the public library. Two guards stand in these doors at all times, employees of the city Watch, hired by the library for protection and to prevent theft of books. The head librarian is more of the same--a retired Watch member, herself: Lady Octagna is a great oruch whose lined face bears with it, as well, the scars of old battle. These days, she battles over books and the impudence of Society, Engineering, and Temple students alike, who spend long hours toiling within the Library's walls and basement.

A sign above proclaims the loan of books to be illegal, and that books may not travel further than the doors. Loud noises are hushed by the Lady Octagna, whose grand stature is said to be second to none. Her movements are rarely heard, though they are often seen, marking her quite agile in her elderly age. Rumors, too, place her as a curmudgeon'd ally of Madame Gelfure, the two of them going back years, with a tradition of lunches or the occasional breakfast.

The hall has marble floors, and two staircases lead upwards, one to the left and another to the right. Bright blue carpets cover the steps to lend to the quiet atmosphere of the great library. Straight ahead of the entryway, a tall archway leads into the main library, with study tables between rows and rows of books. The upper levels contain the city records to the left, and the right is a closed off area for library staff.

The symbols of Navos, the Scribe, may be seen in the markings of columns, in the relief of marble. Marble is the prevalent building material, giving the rooms a regal, official and solemn feeling. A few benches line the walls of the circular hall, and a desk sits to the right of the entrance, a secretary always attending it to help guests, even late into the night. The occasional Seer or Temperance may also be seen, offering advisement and wisdom within the great halls.

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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-  Appearing, in Order  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia  6'9"     291 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
Mikilos      6'8"     180 Lb     Dawn Elf          Male      Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome.
Venom        5'6"     130 Lb     Human             Female    A woman(?) about 5'6" in a ragged black veil and poncho.
Icarus       6'5"     350 Lb     War Golem         Male      A tall war golem of dark armor and glowing yellow eyes.
Toha         6'2"     282 Lb     War Golem         Female    A woman shaped contrivance of leather and steel, with oruch weaponry.
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It's late afternoon and a chilly day.

A stack of books on a table suggests research is being done, and indeed a whitescaled sith'makar is in amongst them, flipping through the texts. Set nearby is an eyeless mask, which has glimpses of text and letters crossing its surface at all times, even sitting. It appears random, but occasionally seems to mimic a nearby tome.

Not as nearby, is a carnation scaled Kobold youngling, who is writing out letters on a chalkboard. Tradespeak letters. Her task done under the watchful eye of her sith'mom, when said sith'mom doesn't have her nose buried in a book.

"So if you want any copies, just head to the central desk and let them know. When you're done, just head back to the Manor." Mikilos shoos away a couple of elves, likly kin of some degree, to head off and do thier own reading as the wizard heads into the stacks himself, distracted by a glimpse of a chalkboard with a little kobold before it.

The aisles disgorge a soul laden with a couple tomes of her own in the crook of an arm. She walks on naturally light footfalls and approaches the area set aside for tables. There's an almost absent look in her eye as she passively sidesteps other errant scholars. Lily seems to be bored of the lettering practice, and diverting to draw diagrams of things. One seems to be an arbelest large enough to fire a person, or perhaps a cannon. Significantly, she's marking an arc with little dashes.

The whitescale hears a familiar voice and calls out, "Mi..." then silences herself, and continues in more hushed tones, "Mikilos, Peace on your Nest." She also waves, so she's visible among her texts.

Mikilos grins, waving back to the whitescale, and crouches down next to the little artist. "Have you learned angles and degrees? 45 degrees will normally maximize distance."

The brunette seems to come out of her thoughts at the sound of a familiar voice, and, slightly surprised, she looks around to see the white SIth.

Oh.

There's a quick look around to see who all's about and she sees the mage from that night as well.

She doesn't try to calculate the odds. Instead, she drifts over, tucking the volumes against her side, then says, "Hello, how have you been?"

"Yessss." Lily says, spinning around and looking up. She smiles when she sees Mikilos, and answers in some detail. "The air slow it, so it is lower than the half-quarter. I'm working out the d for v.." <goblin-talk>

Cryo rests an elbow on the table, and her jaw in her hand, and watches the two. "She is making sense? This one only knows a bit of goblin."

"Hello... ah... Vanessa, yes?" The whitescale looks at the new arrival, "This one is... improving. Still..." She nudges her head upwards and back, "... resolving those."

Mikilos blinks, rather impressed from one so young. "Very good. I think you may need more support along the front here, the tension will place a lot of stress on the catch-arm. But looks a very solid design." Glancing up, he nods an affirmitive to the dragon-mom. <goblin-talk>

"Well, you sound more comfortable, anyway." Venessa replies, "I didn't expect to see..." a look to the elf and back, "Any of you, here." She smiles a little bit, then glances at the stuff on the table, "So, do you know what's happened, then?"

"Oh, good. Um... carry on." Cryo nods encouragingly, without a clue to what was said.

Lily understands, and waggles her little tail happily at the compliment. "Bigger here?" She draws a thickened section onto her design, "... and here?" <goblin-talk>

"Something else has happened?" Cryo sounds startled. She stares at Venessa, then nods slowly, "Oh, you mean to me. Apologies, this one is getting accustomed to daily disasters."

She exhales, reaching her arms out to rest them on the table, "I'm developing wings, and they're not going right, so I was looking into that."

"And some friends were going to Charn, so I was looking up landmarks and things for them to ask about in Abyss'a."

"And another friend asked about an ancient play with wizards from long ago, so I was looking that up too." She nudged a recent copy of the Crimson Pen's latest more out of sight, "And some other research."

The library is not a place that Icarus has been before-- or at least he doesn't think he has been in a Library before? The curse of a being a War Golem. Yet, here he is, the large framed figure moving into the building of great knowledge!

Icarus has yet to notice the group gathered around, his glowing 'eyes' shine as he sees all the different books before him before he whispers one word, "... renew.. It was... Renew wasn't it?" The War Golem lowers his head in thought. "... maybe... some type of tome on.. Monsters?" beat pause, "But was it even a monster?"

Mikilos nods in approval of Little Fang's changes, mildy distracted by the conversation and arrival of the large golem.

Venom frowns a little, "Oh, I'm sorry." She's... not sure how to take that, but, "It sounds like you have a lot on your plate." she says softly.

The woman hmmm's quietly, then, "I can probably-" she starts sparing a glance over her shoulder toward the new voice and she freezes.

Lily can't see over the table, so she hops up on a chair, then hisses in appreciation, "Ooooooooo."

Cryo turns her head, following the attention of everyone else. "Wow."

She whispers quickly to Venessa, "It is, but it's research, this one isn't doing most of these things."

Then the whitescale calls out, careful not to be too loud, addressing Icarus, "Did you mean 'Renew the Pact?'. Do you know or seek something?"

The War Golem looks up from his thoughts and spots those looking at him. He looks at them, then to the one who calls over to him about 'Renew The pact' and tilts his head faintly. Icarus then makes his way over toward the group, one careful step at a time as he speaks. "I do not know. There was... something in the sewers a few nights back. It said renew. I was hoping to find information on creatures that live in sewers and have what, you would call a... Horrible smell."

Mikilos chuckles quietly. "Most everything that lives in the sewers smell quite awful. I'm afraid you'll have to narrow it down some to learn any details."

Venom's foot shifts slightly as the golem starts to approach, tension building across her shoulders and down her arms. Her eyes are intent, and her jaw is set. She sidesteps, glancing around her, then absently says, "Good luck." and starts to make her way back into the aisles.

"Ah... farewell. Peace on your Nest," Cryo says, looking between the one approaching and the one leaving. She closes her eyes, nods, "Right, there was something about my song, and golems. I've forgotten that."

Eyes open again, looking at Icarus. The glow behind the helm's eye-slits has her attention, "Are you equipped with, what did Mac Bee call it, Olfactory Sensors? Mikilos is correct, most of the things in the sewers are quite pungent, as the sewers are."

She glances at the dawn elf, "It may be an Otyugh? They reek the most, But... they aren't known to speak. Are they?" The whitescale bites at her lip, "There were some demon worms too, but that was months ago, and they didn't speak. They... kind of wore people like skins. Um, not likely those. So, are there more details?"

Icarus gently tilts his head and goes, "... Oh." to Mikilos' explanation. "It uh..." Then Venom suddenly tries to exit stage left by via aisles and Icarus watches her. "Why do you wish good luck? Do you know what it is?" He calls over to her seeming even more confused now.

The War Golem's attention turns back to Cryo when she addresses him. "I am yes." To her Olfactory question. Then he shifts his body weight ever so slightly. "There was this... Moss? Slime?" He looks up, before back to her. "Mucus. Yes. That is the word. Mucus." Then his eyes seem to dim a little. "At least... If I remember the details correctly."

Mikilos nods to Cryo. "Otyugh speak, many quite fluently. And honestly, the otyugh themselves have little scent. The things they tend to be smeared in, however, can be very potent." He forwns mildy at Icarus words, pondering. "Troglodyte, maybe? They're known to carry a dibilitating stench."

Venom continues into the aises at a decent stride, still bearing her books without a response, then turns a corner at the end and is out of sight.

"There are troglodytes in the sewers?" Cryo abruptly looks at Mikilos, surprised and loud enough to earn her a hissing 'Shhhhhh!' from the head librarian.

"Sorry." She shrinks in her seat. Lily appears to be watching the Dawn Elf as well; she might never have stopped. Cryo hmms, "Perhaps this one should not be so interested in meeting some, Sjach said his experience with them was quite bad. Also, I didn't know that about Otyughs, speaking or not smelling, though that explains the singing Brae was talking about."

The whitescale clasps her hands together, "There... were some wax ooze undead people things, when Salina's plague was going on..." She looks once more at the war golem, "was the slime covered thing humanoid in shape, a lump?"

"It was on the grate... I think. It had no form, just that it was there." Icarus says with some thought. "The voice came from below in the sewers. I did not get a chance to peer deep enough in to see what it was. Logically it was not wise to continue to investigate it alone." His eyes flicker with light before he looks to Cryo and then to Mikilos. "I wish I had more information to give."

The War Golem eyes suddenly brighten to their normal brilliance as he says, "Ah! I have also been rude... or so I hear it is rude. I am Icarus." He bows his head respectfully to them both.

Mikilos glances to Cryo and shrugs. "I'm not aware of any, but is entirely possible are some down there." Turning to the golem, the elf touches a hand to his brow. "Greetings Icarus, I am archmage Mikilos Mithralla, or just Mikilos for short." Toha has arrived.

"This one is Cryosanthia, Speaker of the Sith'Makar." The whitescaled lizard woman says, matching Mikilos' brow touching gesture, "Cryo in emergencies, and this one is Little Fang." She picks up the pink lizard youngling that is wide eyed like a goblin about to go on a scrapping mission, "or Lily in tradespeak."

"Peassss Knees." Lily says, waving.

Cryo keeps a hold of her for the moment, a nod, another hmmm, "That... sounds... really unsettling. There is an object that has been demanding someone 'Renew the Pact'. It has killed a few. I don't know what to think that a formless blob is somehow... repeating it's words."

"I guess the logical thing would be to let the Resurrectionist Society and the Explorer's Guild know, and then an expedition could be mounted."

Toha has had things to work through. A trouble encounter in days past has lingered in her mind, and so, to correct the feedback loop, she has thrown herself into trying to concoct new gadgetry.

Which, naturally ran into a snag, and so she visits the library looking for external notes on certain types of harmonic alignment. It's... not a speciality.

The golem gives the place a lookover as she steps inside, and, is soewhat surprised to see some folks she knows, and starts to head over in that direction.

Icarus is not aware of Toha's presence; At least not yet. "Mikilos, Cryosanthia..." Then he looks to the little one, "... and Lilly." Before back to all here. "An honor."

Though as Cryo explains where the Golem should take this information too he tilts his head to the side a bit. "I fear I stumble and bumble about this city. Still learning its corners and people. I... am not aware of where or who these two organizations are... " That is when Icarus takes notice of the new comer at last and raises his hand toward Toha in greeting.

Mikilos mmms. "No shame in trouble navigating an unfamiliar city. The Guild is over in the Market (I think??) should be easy enough to find. The Resurectionists however, I'm not certain where they've set up. I tend to bump into them by chance, havn't actively sought them out."

"Oh, that's okay. I can let them know." Cryo says happily, reaching into a bag at her feet. She grunts a little from the motion, moving oddly when she bends forward, and pretends nothing is wrong. She pulls out a scroll tube, opens it and unrolls a huge map onto the table.

It's a map of Alexandria. Covered in dots. It not only shows the streets, but there's another layer in a darker colour. Incorporated into that later is another slightly different brown-hue, that creates what seems to be a giant magic circle the size of the entire city.

"I'm not sure where the Resurrectionists are either, but usually can find one at the Temple of Eluna. Anyhow, if you could show roughly where you saw this grate." Cryo looks up at Icarus, followed by a glance at Mikilos, "did you know Malik figured this circle in less than forty minutes, told his mate and mine and they didn't tell me and it took me three weeks to figure it out on my own?"

She exhales, sees that people are looking around, "Toha! It's great to see you again. Peace on your Nest."

Toha cants her head just a smidge and lifts her hand with a folksy, "Hey!" as her strides continue to carry her toward the grouping, "How's everybody doin?"

The smaller golem considers her kinfolk a moment, face turned toward him directly and she gives a little nod, "Hi! I'm Toha, it's nice to meet you!"

She looks to Mikilos as he talks about the Guild, "I'm not sure you have to. I think they sorta find you, after a while." Then, she begins, "Hi Cryosanthia-" there are maps coming out, and asking after Cryo's growths is curtailed in favor of, "There trouble, again?"

Icarus gives a moment to study the 'female' golem, before he looks to the map that is rolled out. He then tries to figure out where they are first and traces his finger along the surface of the map; Though it is hovering just slightly above it.

"I think..." Icarus starts out, "It was... about here." He points to one of the pubs near the markets. "I believe it was near one of these alleyways. Though I wish I could give a full confirmation in accuracy."

Mikilos chuckles to Cryo. "I'd heard Malik figured it out, but not the details." To Toha he smiles. "Less 'again' than 'still'."

Cryo makes a mark on the map at the indicated spot, "It's close enough for a starting point. Someone will look around, do some tracking, detect magic, detect thoughts, see where it goes from there."

"As Mikilos said, more 'still'. Icarus discovered something that was saying 'Renew', so it might be associated with the Death Orb and the Animus Shards." The whitescale exhales, sways a little in her seat, "which is occupying everyone and everything and needs to be followed up on. This one is... not up to going in the sewers, currently. It would be painfully awkward."

She moves from looking at Toha to Icarus again, "You were up top, or down in the sewers?"

Toha hrm's softly and shakes her head a little, "Someone should bring some o'that antimagic stuff out, break the circle again, sprinkle it in and pave it under so it don't come back."

There's a silent span after Cryo's words, "I don't like what happened down there, but I can go. The smell don't bother me."

Icarus responds plainly. "I was up top, above the sewers." He shifts his weight once more. "I am also very interested in continuing to look into the matter... Just was hoping that I could find further information here."

The 'male' War Golem looks over to Toha. "Then if you desire to go, then we could both look into the sewers. As I explained to them. I did not push forward because I ended up alone. It seemed illogical to explore into a possible trap or danger with no assistance."

Mikilos considers a few moments and shakes his head. "I've no objection to the sewers, live in them in Sendor, but have other matters i need to attend instead."

"I think they did something Toha, but I don't know what or how much, and how easily the circle could be restored. My map is half a year out of date. I stopped after..." The whitescale pauses, shrugs, grins hard, sighs, "... after we won. I didn't think there was much point."

"Then Cesran and the demons on the leylines, and other things, and the sewers are relevant again, and its easier to show new people the map than explain how to get somewhere."

The whitescale looks at the golems, "it should be more than just two. Also it's getting dark... which may not bother you but is still a bad time to start an adventure. Let me run this over to the Explorer's Guild, and a proper group can get together and go with you tomorrow or the next few days. I've got a little bit of research I wanted to finish up here too."

Lily meanwhile, has been released and is holding onto Mikilos' leg. She's staring up at him.

"No reason not ta make sure." Toha replies with a smoothly articulated shrug, then looks to Icarus, "We probly wanna take more than just us two given how things went the last time." Hmm, she might have to look into special loads for Reason. She looks to Mikilos, "I need ta upgrade Piriona, um... I dunno if you do that sorta thing, though." But looking at Miki draws attention to the motion along his leg and she angles her eyeslit to regard the little one, who gets a little finger wave, "Hi there!"

"Last.. Time?" Icarus questions Toha on her words, he gives a nod to Mikilos, but as Cyro explains they need more than two and the other golem is in agreement. The 'male' War Golem lowers his head as his eyes dim gently. "Very well." He says with a tone of compliance. "I will wait for others."

With that he turns away and starts to make his way toward the door once more, fixing the cloth that hangs over his shoulders. "Till then..." Then he goes to make his way out. It seems he'll need to get an explination from Toha another day.

Mikilos quirks a borw to Toha. "Piriona? I work on most things, but I'm not sure what that is." Glancing down, the tall elf crouches, putting himself a lot closer to eye level. "What's up?"

"It's her weapon I believe, Mikilos," Cryo says, the calls, "Peace on your Nest," to Icarus as he departs.

Lily wobbles her head from side to side, hissing, "Take meee."

Cryo twists to look around, brow ridges bunching, "Where are you wanting to go Lily? Where are you going Mikilos?"

Toha waves after Icarus as he heads out, "Have a good one!" she offers, then turns with a nod to Cryosanthia and looks to Mikilos, "It's my Earthbreaker." A pause and she turns her head to the shoulder the hilt peaks over, "I keep her in this mode so I can keep my hands free till I need her."

Mikilos frowns mildly at Lily. "Take you where? Into the sewers? It's icky and stinky down there." Glancing up, he nods to Toha. "Earthbreakers I can work with. What specifically did you have in mind?"

"You're not going in the sewers Lily," Cryo says definitively. "She might want to go back to your Mansion, Mikilos, which... well I wasn't planning to tonight, but also wasn't not planning to."

She leans over and pats the carnation scale on the head, "I know you're hungry and antsy. Let Ssassa pack up then we can go get food or something."

"She also might just enjoy following you around."

"Yess." Lily confirms.

Cryo starts putting away her notes, the map, and closing up her books.

Toha reaches behind her back and grips the scabbard hanging there. As one the anchoring chains detach and she carefully maneuvers the weapon, sheath and all, around all the obstructions to present to him, "Right now it thunders if I land a solid enough blow, it'll hit spirits an change forms on command." She gives another litthe shrug, and her head cants, "I'm not sure what else can be done with it. I was able ta handle myself with it in Merkabah, but when I tried ta save Verna from that demon.... I couldn't hurt him."

Mikilos smiles, and give Lily a pat on the head. "Well it's nice having you around. Point out things I overlooked." Nodding to Toha, he frowns mildly. "That would vary somewhat with the specific demon. Are enchantments that target demons, ones for evil, and ones for chaos. But might be best off boosting the core enchantment, hit better and harder against every thing. Not as effective as a targeted enchantmnet, but can overwhelm some magical defenses if is strong enough."

"Just hit it harder, that't the solution!" Cryo grins standing and swishing her tail about. She carries a stack of books to the return, still amused, and comes back for another stack.

Lily jumps up into Cryo's chair, so she can't sit, and also picks up her haversack and holds it out to her. The pink Kobold definitely wants to be leaving.

"Erase your drawing Lily, so no one finds out your secrets." Cryo suggests, which sends her little one scampering to do just that. Meanwhile, Cryo works the backpack on. "I do hope these resolve soon. We will leave you to working out the weapons, then meet you back at your place? I will notify the guild as promised, get that out of the way."

When her youngling returns, the pair head off.

Toha hmmms, "Never know what I'm gonna have to hit, so... a general enhancement might work best." she concedes with a little nod. She looks at Cryo sideye, though one couldn't tell from outside her head, "Had m'boost going an' riding my Whitefire. I can't hit any harder." Ok, a little defensive about that. She shrugs and shakes her head, "Anyway, have a good one!"

She considers Mikilos again and, "How much do you think that would take...?"

Mikilos considers. "I'll have to take a closer look, see how strong the core enchantment is already, but from your description has a fair bit layered on already. Would likely run aobut 8,400 gold and take about two weeks of work."

Toha hmmm's again and nods, "That doesn't sound to bad, considering. I don't think I've gone anywhere without her since I got her." A shrug, then, "But, I can swing by yer place maybe when it's convienient an' we can give it a good lookover."

Mikilos nods. "It's not a complex process to double check all the enchantments, but it is easier with proper equipment. I'm around the shop most of the time, or someone there will know how to get ahold of me, so pretty mcuh any time is fine."

Toha nods again, "Sounds good, thank you!" she replies cheerily. She glances to one of the distant shelves, then back to the mage, "But, I think I took up enough of yer time, an I have a bit o'research of my own ta take care of." She offers her hand, "Great seein ya about."

Mikilos nods, accepting the offered hand in a firm grip. "My pleasure. Will see you later, then."

The golem gives a final nod, meeting his grip in kind for a couple of shakes, then withdraws to pursue the answer to the splinter in her cognizance engine, "Have a good one!"

Ok, pizeoaetherical crystals treatises were.... -that- way!

And that way does Toha stride, absently reanchoring Piriona's scabbard to her back...

Dramatis Personae

Icarus the War Golem
Standing before you is a war golem of large stature. The armor seems to be all dark metallic with old rune markings along the chest, down the arms, and legs. Some 'rust' seems to be on the body from age, along with battle scars against the metal form where it's obvious this war golem has seen battle from long ago.

The head looks like a full plate helm, with eye sockets that glow with yellow, mystical light. Several whip-like tendrils hang down the back of the helm like 'hair', that has been bound together that glow with a dark reddish hue in the sunlight and come to an end around the mid back.

The body armor is humanoid, the shoulders pauldrons that extend out slightly, with the armor that continues down for armors, elbow joint, and even hand. The fingers have a slight claw-like shape at the very ends of them. Around the waist is what is like a metal belt, with a torn up dark red hue kama that hangs down in the back to about lower thigh level with metal edges. Hanging from the 'buckle' point of the belt hangs down a loincloth like the kama that goes down to about knee level.

The thigh armor seems to be in two pieces,with the outer edge being slightly longer than the inner armor. The knee cap extends up slightly and almost connects into the lower armor. Where again the shin armor overlaps the calf armor, giving an almost 'boot' look, with the foot armor curving up slightly to a minor point.

The final piece seems to be a deep red, torn up old cape that is now wrapped around his form like a western poncho as it only has one good connection point on his left shoulder, as the right side lost its holding point for the time being.

Toha
This particularly feminine Golem stands about six foot two from crown to toe; built, or modified, to an eccentric level of detail. Between the sculpting of blued steel plates bordered with rose gold scrollwork, and an interwoven mesh of studded black leather straps, the contours of a woman are given form.

An intricate silver band dotted with gems the color of blood and autumn separates the blued steel of her crown from a burnished faceplate (and ears)of sinister, elven structure; with fine, almost invisible nutcracker seams to either side of a stern mouth, while under etched brows, what comfort would be afforded by meeting 'eyes' is instead usurped by the thin slit of darkness that cuts straight across the delicate nose at the bridge like a visor. A train of arm-length whips capped with rose gold spills over her shoulders and spine from the back of her head in a passable facsimile of hair.

She speaks with the Oruch tinged accent of Dran, though with a bold, contralto voice that could shift from cheerful to wicked with equal clarity.

Several eyelets trailing short chains dot her narrow waist, from which hang assorted hardened leather pouches for various goodies, from others; a compass, and a heavy Oruch style longsword. Others such anchor the baldric of a massy greatsword to her back with enough play to draw, yet another holds what should be some form of dragonspitter, while at the small of her back rests a vaguely can shaped contrivance of blackened steel.

Mikilos
Mikilos is a slender male Dawn Elf, freakishly tall by elven standards, standing a full head over the average human. His ivory skin and long blonde hair hold a rosy warmth, as if dappled in spring sunshine, even when such light is not present. His hazel eyes are deep set, and spark with curiousity. His hands are long and nimble, but hold callus and stain from long use in craft.

He is dressed in a simple Grey robe, of a simple cut, unadorned with decoration. It is however a strange, almost painfully Neutral Grey. His waist is defined by a simple leather belt, from which a scroll case hangs upon one side, a well-used scabbard on the other. Both trousers and boots are simple, black, and practical. An occasional cloak guards against the weather or dust. Upon his brow sits a simple circlet of silver, set with a small stone which shifts from blue to violet, depending on the light.

Cryosanthia Speaker of the Sith'Makar
Cryosanthia is an elegant sith-makar woman in the first year of her second century. She radiates confidence, a deep power from within. Her scales are a brilliant white, highlighted by ones which are the palest of glacial blues. These pale scales trace out the scars she used to bear, her hide is restored. She bears two fantastic patterns of these, one on her chest, the other completely covering her back from crest to tailtip. When the light hits right, one sees the dragon within. Her bearing is intense, her motions minimal grace. Two horns sweep back from her brow. Her eyes are like glittering saphhire gems, and when she blinks her eyelids have the glacial blue to them as well. She carries no weapons, and still keeps a tiny bag close to her heart.

Her clothing is various ensembles. At times she wears a layered robe, a mithril swashbuckling outfit, kilted leather, a loincloth, or nothing. The colours inevitably mirror her own. Brilliant white with shimmering blue highlights, piping and whorls. Snowflakes and dragon-eyes are a common motif.

Cryo has been changed, physically and fundamentally by her experiences. She grew into herself under the Queen of Endless Winter, and struggles to reconnect with herself, her body, and friends she hasn't seen in decades. Alien at times even to the sith-makar, her heritage is written on her scales, along with her spells.