As Hasclaan works his spell he does not have to wait long for something to respond to his call. The imp looks accutely embarrassed with the situation. The magic binds it, it will have to do as Hasclaan bids it regardless.
"Normally the guvners pay me with a soul prisim for this."
The feline shaped Vrock devours its meal and falls asleep. Ramal sits opposite Hasclaan unless he is deaf he will have heard the word guvners.
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Hasclaan nods and takes two lesser prisms from his purse.
"Two minor prisms for two minor tasks."
Getting up he seals the report, puts his Arcane Mark on it as well and adresses it to Administrator Arnder's office.
Then he wraps the cat into a thin blanket, and a with a few knots he turns it into an easy to transport bundle, scribbles something on a notecard (strangely smiling to himself as doing so- a gesture that he might not even be aware) which he is then tucking into the bundle's folds.
"First I need you to bring this folder to the Courthouse in the lady's ward. Second I want you to deliver this cat to the mortuary. Easy enough is it not?"
Turning to Ramal he then continues. "Do you have a message for someone in the cage perhaps? For this payment it can do a third task... we shall not pamper it."
"Two minor prisms for two minor tasks."
Getting up he seals the report, puts his Arcane Mark on it as well and adresses it to Administrator Arnder's office.
Then he wraps the cat into a thin blanket, and a with a few knots he turns it into an easy to transport bundle, scribbles something on a notecard (strangely smiling to himself as doing so- a gesture that he might not even be aware) which he is then tucking into the bundle's folds.
"First I need you to bring this folder to the Courthouse in the lady's ward. Second I want you to deliver this cat to the mortuary. Easy enough is it not?"
Turning to Ramal he then continues. "Do you have a message for someone in the cage perhaps? For this payment it can do a third task... we shall not pamper it."
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" A disguise will not be helpful, will it? "
Quickly he leads the other man out of the temple, stopping outside, not boarding the boat.
"If you know another place we can go to I am open for suggestions. Of course you do not have to come with me- you owe me nothing."
Quickly he leads the other man out of the temple, stopping outside, not boarding the boat.
"If you know another place we can go to I am open for suggestions. Of course you do not have to come with me- you owe me nothing."
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"A disguise would be of great help, but the city is crowded full of refuges from the surrounding farm lands I wouldn't need much of one to fit in. As for where I will go? I am a Doomguard, I do not know a lot about myself but I am certain of this. I should be near the destruction when it begins and i think it will begin there."
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He pulls a robe out of his bag of holding- perhaps it was some monk's garb or some beggar's rags- while plain and grey it is clean, comes with a hood and Ramal should be able to wear it over his armour.
"Alright then. Lets get out of here. I will need to rest... then, tomorrow we head to Bright Sentry."
"Alright then. Lets get out of here. I will need to rest... then, tomorrow we head to Bright Sentry."
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"I will place an Alarm spell on the entrance. We should rest both. Who knows when we get the opportunity to do so again?"
Casting his spell he then prepares his bedroll. He has slept at worse places, at more dangerous places. With this thought he concentrates, forces his body ro relax, to ignore the chill air, the hard ground, willing himself to sleep.
Casting his spell he then prepares his bedroll. He has slept at worse places, at more dangerous places. With this thought he concentrates, forces his body ro relax, to ignore the chill air, the hard ground, willing himself to sleep.
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He enjoys a night of uncomfortable broken sleep, or rather he is forced to tolerate a night of uncomfortable broken sleep. He awakes in the morning bleary eyed and semi rested and cramped, though the inaction has allowed him to memorize his spells and he feels his mind filled with their magic. Ramal is already awake seemingly having had a better night he sings to himself as he washes with water from a skein.
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He gets up after preparing his spells, then a quick breakfast (more to get the bitter taste off his tongue than to satiate his hunger) and some stretching and he is ready. Not rested, not feeling well- but ready.
Gathering his belongings he checks his ressources thoroughly, thinking, planning for what might come today, for now ignoring the doomguard he is travelling with.
After casting the usual quick sequence of spells to prepare him for the day he reaches into his component pouch, retrieving some coarse, brown hair.
Speaking the incantation with strong voice. his fingers working almost unconsciously he reaches for a plane far away and as the hair fades in his hand a horse appears- complete with bit, bridle and sadlle.
Pleased he casts the spell again and then, taking a horse on its bridle he gestures at the second one, adressing Ramal for the first time this morning.
"Yours."
((Buffs as usual, additional spell cast: Mount (x2) ))
Gathering his belongings he checks his ressources thoroughly, thinking, planning for what might come today, for now ignoring the doomguard he is travelling with.
After casting the usual quick sequence of spells to prepare him for the day he reaches into his component pouch, retrieving some coarse, brown hair.
Speaking the incantation with strong voice. his fingers working almost unconsciously he reaches for a plane far away and as the hair fades in his hand a horse appears- complete with bit, bridle and sadlle.
Pleased he casts the spell again and then, taking a horse on its bridle he gestures at the second one, adressing Ramal for the first time this morning.
"Yours."
((Buffs as usual, additional spell cast: Mount (x2) ))