Is it a bird? Is it a bismarck? No it's - --
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Artoria Aldsan: "So you are the others looking into this thing?"
V'aleera Lhuil: "Aye. When the greatest amongst Ishgard's High Houses calls for aid, the only choice is to answer."
Orrin Halgren | In the distance the sound of an airship docking is heard, it is a small swift looking schooner of a ship that promptly takes back off in the direction of Ishgard the moment a lone figure steps off. Heavy metal plate clanking against the cobblestones. he receives some salutes from guards near by and approaches the aetheryte, perhaps just on time with V'aleera's quip. "V'aleera, a pleasure to see you on this little hunting trip."
V'aleera Lhuil nods at Orrin, "And you as well. Hopefully today's excursion shall prove both entertaining and fruitful!" She stands in place with her hands on her hips, tail swishing lightly over the paved stone below.
Artoria Aldsan lets out a soft hum, glancing between the three gathered. "I take it that the two of you are acquainted already, but it seems introductions are in order for the rest of us. I am Artoria."
Orrin Halgren motions "If we find no bird it will be equally fruitful, I do not need cloudtop guards spooked and delaying deliveries to the eastern front when we finally decide to move on account of some spurious bird rumor mongering. best to nip the problem in the bud. Who better to handle it than 2 dragoons?" it was then he noticed Artoria and gives a proper, courtly Ishgardian bow "Orrin de Halgren, bannerman of house fortemps and banneret tactician of the temple knights, at your service. Ishgard >
Orrin Halgren: "thanks you for answering the call"
V'aleera Lhuil responds with military brevity, "V'aleera Lhuil. Pleasure."
Artoria Aldsan bows her head in return. "A pleasure." She cocks it after a moment, a small frown crossing her features. "Orrina and V'aleera? Quite the coincidence, the two of you were mentioned to me just recently. Well, I'm sure Renaea will be amused to hear of this."
Khunbish Avagnar: A dark skinned Elezen with green hair steps up towards the group, shifting to sling a bow over his back. He looks a bit malnourished and tired but he smiles at the group, "Would you all be the adventurers that answered my Leveplate?"
Artoria Aldsan: "So it would seem, Sir. Can you describe to us what exactly you saw?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "so I -am- in the right place." Vincent smiled, looking around at the 4
Orrin Halgren nods, he doesn't seem too bothered by the lack of any acknowledgement.
Khunbish Avagnar: The elezen nods his head a bit and motions up, "Yes, Saw what I would swear to be a green light streaking through the sky, it came from the west, but the others passed it off as a bird, or just our imagination, I think it's something else."
Artoria Aldsan: "A green light... could be a lot of things. How fast did it travel?"
V'aleera Lhuil cocks her head curiously, "That is a very insignificant thing to get so terribly nervous about."
Vincent Sarkoza: "I mean hey, we could sit here and debate for another hour on what that thing could be or we can just go check it out." vincent shrugged at the people he did not know save for Orrin who introduced himself
Artoria Aldsan introduced herself as well.
Orrin Halgren crosses his arms, metal plates clattering a bit as he readjusted. "A green streaking light? When during the day? is it consistent? how many times and where did you see it?
Khunbish Avagnar: The man presses his lips together, "So was a red flash of light suddenly descending to the south, that small thing ended up in an endless winter and a lot of destroyed farms." The man introduces himself when everyone else does, "I'd rather know it was nothing then worry it was something and nothing was done." the Man, Artois smiles thinly.
V'aleera Lhuil shrugs, shaking her head, "Well if it shall put your mind at ease than the simplest solution would simply be to go chasing your phantom light. Assuming you set us in the right direction, it should be a quick enough matter to ascertain whether or not there is any issue of substance to the matter."
Orrin Halgren coughs and reiterates, his previous suite of questions, perhaps a bit more forcefully, mayhaps the guard would recognize the tell tale outfit of an Temple Knight commander and be a bit more forthcoming.
Khunbish Avagnar: "Yes a green streaking light, it was sometime before the lunch bell the first time, I've seen it a few times and by now a dozen or more times."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Oh right I almost forgot, I'm Vincent, Vincent sarkoza" he turned quickly to the others. "Pleased to meet you all, and you ser" he nodded at Orrin, "and madam" he nodded at Vallera.
Orrin Halgren nods to Vincent in acknowledgement and returns his attention "where abouts? Best to do is stake out the area and see if it could be followed, did it have a heading? a possible destination?
Khunbish Avagnar: Artois tilts his head a bit as he thinks, fingers holding his chin a moment, "North mostly, it does seem to go towards the Vanu quite a bit."
Artoria Aldsan: "It's a place to start, at least."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Agreed, lets go see what the Vanu have to say about this streak through the sky."
Orrin Halgren nods "Perhaps, aye, failing that, the Cromlech is the highest point in the sea of clouds, we camp around there, I am certain we can ascertain a more clear direction."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Sounds reasonable."
Khunbish Avagnar: ((Anyone need a seat or everyone able to get there?))
Vincent Sarkoza: ((i have never been in a two seater...take me? ))
Khunbish Avagnar: Along the way towards Ok'Zundu there was a green streak moving parallel to the part and easily outpaces their chocobos before disappearing past into the distance.
Artoria Aldsan: "Well, I would say that confirms that he wasn't simply imagining things, at least."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Huh...almost forgot how big the Vanu are" vincent looked around at the Vanu gathered about them, doing their dances or what looked like morning exercises to vincent. He then looks back at the green streak and then toward Khunbish.
V'aleera Lhuil peers about warily at the beastmen's primitive architecture, nose wrinkling as a disapproving frown forms. "It's certainly encouraging to know we've not been sent on some wild goose chase."
Orrin Halgren blinks and pulls the bird to stop in midair "woah" he calms the bird "That disappeared far off, if the streak is firing the same way multiple times, perhaps an object is launching it...let us see what the beastmen have to say, but I advise we try to find the origin as opposed to the destination now."
Khunbish Avagnar: With the distraction of the green streak in the sky, V'aleera, Orrin and Artoria fail to notice that the Vanu's sashes and belts are of a similar shade of green, almost uniformly, Vincent is the only who catches this.
Vincent Sarkoza while watching the Vanu do their vanu dance, vincent notices that their attire bore a similar shade of green and alot of them had it. "Hey is it me or are they all wearing green sashes and belts?"
V'aleera Lhuil shrugs, "Probably just a coincidence. They're savages, beastmen; who knows if they're even cognizant of the things they adorn themselves with?"
Orrin Halgren snaps his attention to the vanu and narrows his gaze, thankfully he wasn't colorblind. "Calm yourself v'aleera, there is occasionally truth in their superstitions."
Vincent Sarkoza: "They obviously are cognizant, otherwise the sashes they wore before wouldnt have been decorated. And besides...its the same green as that streak over there in the sky. could just be coincidence be we should still investigate." Vincent shrugged.
Artoria Aldsan glances back at V'aleera. Wasn't this going to be a lovely investigation. She shakes her head head, walking forward to actually speak with the Vanu.
Orrin Halgren nods and follows Artoria, he figures he'd let her speak for now.
Vincent Sarkoza watches orrin and artoria head off toward the vanu. he then looks back at Valeera and Khunbish deciding to stick with them.
V'aleera Lhuil holds the rear, remaining silent and continuing to watch the beastmen with suspicion, glancing to and fro about the village now and again.
Artoria Aldsan: "Good afternoon. Can you spare the time for a few questions?"
Vincent Sarkoza keeps his arms crossed, doing the same as Valeera, albeit with less suspicion. He thought it was quite funny the way the vanu looked, and would occasionally watch some do their weird dances. Other times he would look up at their huts.
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu turns around towards Artoria, "Ishgardians come to Ok'zundu? What can I help you with." he turns and motions towards some that are carrying fresh caught fish, "To the chieftain make sure they are good enough!"
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small hum. She wasn't Ishgardians, but half the party was, so it wasn't exactly inaccurate. "We're following sightings of a green light flying through the sky. I was wondering if you had seen anything?"
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu claps hands together, "You have seen the great wind spirit that has come upon Ok' Zundu and the clouds as well then!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "hey" he spoke low toward Valeera, "where do you think they got the fish?"
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly. That sounds... familiar. "Great Wind Spirit? An elemental?"
V'aleera Lhuil: "From the Sea of Clouds. The aetheric construction unique to their species lets them survive amid the clouds in this region."
Khunbish Avagnar: "Yes! He is the wind, flying endlessly through the skies, a benevolent spirit unlike what the other Vanu had summoned when they tried to bring back Bismarck"
Orrin Halgren: "He was /summoned/?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Fair enough, guess thats why some of them over there have their fishing rods out." VIncent pauses, hearing Orrin's words. "Oh man...what have the vanu done this time." he chuckles, shaking his head.
Khunbish Avagnar: "No not recently but some time back Bismarck was, and then defeated." He motionts towards the north where the green light had gone, "The great wind spirit however does not try to temper us! We are left free to be ourselves, sometimes he brings us things we need."
Artoria Aldsan: "Would there be a way for us to speak with this spirit?"
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu ponders a moment, "We are preparing a feast in hopes he will stay for a time!"
Orrin Halgren ponders for a moment to himself "To think a primal has escaped the purview of the scions.."
Artoria Aldsan glances back at the other three. "It would seem our best course of action is to remain here then. And... I am not entirely sure this is a Primal, Orrin. We shall see when it arrives."
Khunbish Avagnar: There is a call and the Vanu waves, "Come along, we will consider this a chance to better our relations with Ishgard."
V'aleera Lhuil shakes her head, "Damned savages." She scoffs and peers toward the sky, "False gods, heathen spirits... I feel unclean just standing in their midst here..." The dragoon mutters with discontent.
Artoria Aldsan: "There was... an incident I recently investigated in Mor Dhona. An elemental spirit of sorts, escaped from an Allagan machine. That one was of Earth."
Orrin Halgren: You figure this is one of wind."
Artoria Aldsan: "It would stand to reason."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Well as long as it isn't a primal, and since they're known to temper their followers i think we've good reason to assume its an elemental."
Khunbish Avagnar: A large feast has been set up, the Chieftain conferring with Vanu of other tribes at the head of the table. Introductions are made very briefly before Kundu Vanu is left in charge with the group at the far end of the feast.
V'aleera Lhuil wrinkles her nose in disgust at the sight and smell of the Vanu's foreign, primitive dishes on display. "Ugh..."
Orrin Halgren speaks in a low whisper "Miss Artoria, of what nature was this earth elemental? Do we have a fight on our hands?"
Vincent Sarkoza sniffs the air and tries to maintain a neutral expression despite the smell.
Artoria Aldsan whispers back, "It... possessed a researcher. It seemed to require a host after its escape from Allagan confinement. It was... angry, declaring vengeance against the Allagans and those descended from them. This Wind spirit may be different, but I would still be ready."
Orrin Halgren looks sidelong, lips thinly moving, hushed "And the defeat of this elemental, able to save the researcher's life as well?"
Vincent Sarkoza walks up to the vanu, "so, are we to join your feast or should we wait here?"
Artoria Aldsan shakes her head. "It escaped. When we were to strike it down, it fled. It could... traverse through solid rock, even in the researcher's body."
Khunbish Avagnar: The vanu settles himself down by the food, "Join, we will wait to see if he shows, if not, then we eat, if he shows, then we eat and celebrate!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Hmph" vincent smirked, "sounds good. Its a party either way." <"the food is going to take a little getting used to..."> he thought to himself.
Orrin Halgren nods and he sets his halberd down by his side and assumes a comfortable position to sit in full plate. "Of course, we are honored to be your guests."
V'aleera Lhuil remains standing, crossing her arms and planting her feet firmly in place with no intention of joining the feast. "I am afraid my apetite has departed me."
Artoria Aldsan: "How often does the Spirit visit your people?"
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu shrugs a moment, "He comes some days, he doesn't other, some days he comes several times." he motions about, "He is unlike any of you, he is of the taller kind with the long ears."
Vincent Sarkoza: "That sounds like an elezen..."
Artoria Aldsan glances at Orrin. "That sounds familiar."
Orrin Halgren raises a brow "Indeed it does.." it is as if he answered Vincent's and Artoria's statement at the same time.
Vincent Sarkoza: "So this...long eared fella, he streaks through the sky leaving trails of green and lands here bearing gifts?"
Khunbish Avagnar: Everyone spots the green streak approaching, just before hearing the loud booming sound. There was an elezen descending down onto the ground. He was dressed like he came from one of the noble houses in finery.
Vincent Sarkoza looks up at the sky noticing something off the corner of his eye. Vincent's eyebrows raise upon noticing that it was indeed an elezen approaching. "Well I'll be damned..." He stands back up, ready in case anything happened once the elezen landed.
Artoria Aldsan stands to greet the Elezen, bowing her head. "I take it you're the Great Wind Spirit we've heard so much about?"
Orrin Halgren narrows his gaze "Well it definitely is not a bird..." he says softly, his icy blue eyes watching with great intensity. Though the halberd was at his side.it was not at any disadvantage to be drawn
V'aleera Lhuil glares at the man following his sidden entrance, "Not a spirit at all, but a man. A man perhaps possessed of foul magics, no doubt!"
Khunbish Avagnar: The elezen reaches up and ruffles at his hair a bit, brushing it back and tying it, "I am not a bird." he says to Orrin before smiling and clasping Kundu's hand, "Kundu it is good to see you again." he looks about and adjusts his vest then looks to Artoria, "I am the wind yes." he blinks a few times at V'aleera, "If you believe I am possessed by foul magics, then every thing that breaths air in this world is possessed of my foul magics, and the flight achieved by birds is unnatural as well."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Youre using the aether currents? I've heard they're green as well."
V'aleera Lhuil wags an accusatory finger, "You are not the wind sir; the wind is the wind. You are a man, emboldened by some cheap aetherical trick!"
Khunbish Avagnar: The man steps up to V'aleera as he adjusts his coat, "I am wind that was cut away from the rest of myself, I have no other name that is truely appropriate."
V'aleera Lhuil narrows her eyes in a stern glare, "I do very much doubt that."
Artoria Aldsan: "You do not have a name as Shaitan did then?"
Orrin Halgren remains seated for now "My apologies, to our most esteemed host" he says to the Vanu Vanu, but pray, can you tell me when this spirit started to appear?"
Khunbish Avagnar: "Shaitan...? Oh the names the Allagans gave us, the Allagans called me Djinn." he rests a hand on Kundu who was getting antsy, "Don't worry Kundu everything is good my friend." he motions, "Thank you for the feast go ahead and eat! I shall partake soon!"
Khunbish Avagnar: Kundu frowns a moment, "The great wind spirit first showed up a moon ago."
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small hum. "I see. Then for ease, would it be better if I referred to you as such? Or would you rather discard the name?"
Orrin Halgren nods "I thought as much." he says and stands, picking up his Halberd "My apologies, but you have no spirit of your culture, but rather the younger son of house Dzemael" he motions to the crest on his finery "Who had disappeared near the same amount of time ago." He looks to the possessed Elezen highborn "That is no body you have any right to."
V'aleera Lhuil: "A wicked sorcerer -and- a thief!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Well...that escalated quickly.." vincent looked around at the others, then back at Djinn
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn sighs as he looks down at his clothes, "Oh you are ishgardians." he sighs as he looks at Orrin and V'aleera. He reaches up to rub at his face, "A thief I am not, nor am I a sorcerer." he motions for the Vanu who were up in arms at the moment, "In... deferrence to the Vanu, follow me to some place a bit less...crowded, if this is to descend into a fight, I do not wish them to come to harm."
Vincent Sarkoza looks at the Vanu who towered over every one here. Probably for our own good as well... I'd rather not have to fight so many but...does this really need to be a fight?" He reaches down and picks up a bottle that he assumed was a drink.
Orrin Halgren: "need not be a fight, so long as the lordling is returned.." he says, but he acquiesces to the command. "No blood need be shed on these grounds, we shall follow."
V'aleera Lhuil glares with suspicion as Djinn, taking her weapon in hand but not yet leveling it as she follows the man beyond the sight of the Vanu.
Khunbish Avagnar: The man had not yet move, "Tell me... your kind have a problem that steal the wind from your chest right?" he glances between them, "Understand that if I let go of this body, he can no longer hold air in his lungs."
Artoria Aldsan: "...A side effect of your possession, Djiin, or a pre-existing malady?"
Vincent Sarkoza keeps his hands away from his weapon, preferring not to escalate the situation since Orrin and Valeera had already drawn theirs, even though they werent pointing their spears yet.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn looks towards Artoria, "Before me." he taps his chest, "I am wind, I can fill the chest with air, even if the body cannot do so." he starts pacing a bit, "I was brought to him if that is what you want to know."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Brought to him to help this body you now possess breathe?"
Artoria Aldsan: "Who brought you to him?"
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn falls silent as he seats himself down again, "I am asked not to say."
Orrin Halgren looks to Artoria and V'aleera "it is true the lordling was suffering from pneumonia..so there is some truth to the statement." he grips his weapon's haft tightly however. "However the one in front of us is not him, not his words, nor his will. The man may as well cease to be if that is the case. A life in bondage is no life to be had."
Artoria Aldsan: "Slaying him might disperse the elemental, but I doubt it will save the scion of Dzmael, Orrin. There's nothing to be gained from a fight here and now."
V'aleera Lhuil nods, "I agree. There is nothing good to come from allowing an innocent man to be enthralled to some external entity and denied a proper deliverance to the afterlife."
Vincent Sarkoza: "-Especially- not here. We slay him and we'll ahve the vanu to deal with. Lets leave this place first before we decide anything. Djinn, we'll follow you. For now lets just say both you and us want to keep the vanu out of this."
Orrin Halgren shakes his head and looks to Artoria "I speak not of slaying, merely the cessation of the wrongful possesion of this man.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn raises an eyebrow and motions to V'aleera, "What afterlife awaits him then? A man who has spent their life in bed sick." he takes some food and eats.
V'aleera Lhuil: "The Gods have set his path. It's not your place to mandate a detour, 'spirit'."
Artoria Aldsan: "Djinn. You say you were brought to him. Did you speak with the man who's body you now possess? Did you hear his thoughts on the matter? Or simply those of the one who asked you to save him?"
Vincent Sarkoza looks toward the Vanu that were watching the back at the group
Khunbish Avagnar: "So you would consign me instead to darkness to sit immobile, in bondage, unable to move, unable to do anything?" he stands up and watches V'aleera a moment before he looks to Artoria, "He is here, he doesn't want to die." he sighs and shifts a bit.
V'aleera Lhuil points with a chastising finger, "No one wants to die! But when they Gods call us to their presence we must answer! If the boy's thread has reached the end of its length, it is only right to allow his suffering and fear to cease and to let him pass on to his true place beyond the mortal realm."
Vincent Sarkoza looks to Valeera, "you dont know what the will of the gods is or isn't. For all you know, the fact that Djinn is possessing this body now is the will of the gods. The man doesn't want to die, and I can understand that. The will to live burns strong."
Khunbish Avagnar presses his lips to a thin line as he looks at V'aleera, "You are also telling me to consign myself to eons of entrapment again, of being entirely cut of, to be in a box, in darkness, in stillness." he narrows his eyes at V'aleera, "You would sooner leave me in bindings helpless as the Allagans had done."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Evil spirits possessing innocent bodies and corrupting their minds is most certainly not the Gods' will, I can tell you that!"
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly, closing her eyes for the moment. "It is a terrible thing to be a prisoner in ones own body. I cannot completely condone the current situation, Djinn, however benign in nature it might be. However... It is something he wished for, agreed to. And it is better than the alternative, at least until something can be found to help the both of you."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Hmph."
Vincent Sarkoza: "I agree with miss Artoria. For the time being i think you should stay in that body until we can find away to help the man breathe. As for you, you can take one of the vanus since you seem to be visiting so often."
Orrin Halgren still had not drawn his weapon with any sign of aggresion, though it was held in his left. "And what if the boy changes his mind? or the Vanu who decides to offer up in his stead, will you ever willingly give it up?"
Artoria Aldsan: "The Vanu show no less worth to their lives than an Elezen, Vincent. It is... a difficult conundrum, that will take some thought."
V'aleera Lhuil brightens up, "Yes, a fantastic solution! Force yourself upon some beastman or another; they're not children of the true gods and shall be far less imposed upon by your intrusion. I dare say their simple minds may perceive such a thing as an honor."
Khunbish Avagnar: He shakes his head as he motions towards the Vanu, "The Vanu had me for a time, I cannot bond to them." he looks back to Vincent, "I leave this body he will stop breathing I cannot stop that, and I have promised to keep up the guise of his life in Ishgard." he adjusts his coats.
Vincent Sarkoza: "well i guess there goes that idea then" vincent sighed.
Artoria Aldsan: "The first thing to do then is to find a way to save the host's life, Orrin. A solution for Djinn can be thought up once that is found."
Orrin Halgren shakes his head "/you/ shall keep the guise, not him, is that right?" he says more with a more accusational tone. "I've no trust for a man who speaks for another that cannot speak himself." he looks to Artoria "He has no intention of leaving, even if the boy wished it."
Artoria Aldsan: "I suspect he will, given an alternative. A way in both the boy's life is saved and he can continue living in freedom."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Anyone know any physicians? Surely someone has done some research on the man's ailment. We still have to fix -that- issue first before we deal with Djinn."
Orrin Halgren: It is clear enough he need inhabit a physical vessel, as was the case with Shaitan.
Artoria Aldsan goes silent, chewing on her bottom lip.
Khunbish Avagnar: He pops a bit of fish meat into his mouth, "You spoke of Shaitan." he starts pacing, keeping an eye on V'aleera, his shoulders are tense, "He is here, in the head still, but there is no way to put him in the fore." he takes another bit of fish, "They had decided to try using me because he had stopped breathing completely." he nods his head to Orrin, "If the boy wished it, I would have him take me to someone else desperate enough to accept me, I will not force myself on another."
V'aleera Lhuil glares silently at the evil spirit.
Vincent Sarkoza: "So he -is- still there, seeing through your eyes, living vicariously through you. Seems to me like both of you have a symbiotic relationship."
Orrin Halgren looks to the possessed spirit "You prey on the weak and desperate, if anything has been taught to me of the Allagan in the past is the mistakes they made were in keeping things captured and locked up instead of destroyed."
Khunbish Avagnar: "I choose to, so does Marid, neither of us could appeciate having the Allagans force us on person after person."
Khunbish Avagnar looks back to Orrin, "Would you prefer then, I forced myself upon someone perfectly healthy? You you rather I just took you over instead? Or rather someone on the brink?"
Orrin Halgren makes a cutting motion with his free hand "Much rather you prey on none at all."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Hang on a sec, how fast can you jump from one body to the next, Djinn? Because if you can, why dont you take a deep breath and hop to my body, give the body you possess a quick moment to voice what in the world is going on, and then quickly hop back from my body so the guy doesnt die."
Khunbish Avagnar narrows his eyes at Orrin, then to Vincent, "If that was an option, I would have, then you could listen to this mans gasping breaths, attempting to beg you."
Vincent Sarkoza: "damn..." vincent takes a moment to think things over
Khunbish Avagnar: Everyone can feel the wind gathering about you. V'aleera is now /watching for an escape/
V'aleera Lhuil levels her spear toward Djinn, "Whatever cunning betrayal you're thinking of perpetrating, you'd best not count on surviving it, demon."
Vincent Sarkoza 's body tenses, his hands not yet reaching for his weapon but was prepped to do so.
Vincent Sarkoza seeing Valeera raise her spear at Djinn he looks back toward the Vanu to see how they would react
Orrin Halgren looks about, assuming a much more reactive stance, slightly more weight on his legs in order to kick off at moment's notice "You can cantrol the wind can you not, then you can let him breath from the outside."
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn stares flatly at V'aleera, "You are the betrayers." he looks to Orrin, "I cannot, without a connection, I am cut off from the wind entirely." he glares at Orrin then back to V'aleera, "You're nothing more than an Allagan who lost their torture tools."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Don't you levy insults about torture while you hold a man's soul and body hostage to satisfy your own twisted whims!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "What twisted whims?" Vincent kept his eyes on the vanu
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly, sensing where this is heading. She takes a step forward, readying herself to move.
Orrin Halgren: "We have accepted your offer to step out, if it must come to blow, make good on your own arrangement, or your evil intent will be made all the more clear
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu were bringing their weapons back to bear, "Vanu do not fight!" he shouts to the Vanu, clearly they aren't planning to listen to him though. He lifts up off the ground, his coat billowing behind him, "Follow me then."
Vincent Sarkoza: "aboud damn time."
Artoria Aldsan 's lips thin as they land up above. "Orrin. We don't need to do this. We can still search for other solutions."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Im with Artoria. We've been making a looot of assumptions here."
Khunbish Avagnar rolls his arms, "It's clear they are intent on kill him." he steps back from the group, leaving the coat on the ground.
V'aleera Lhuil: "The possession of an innocent body by a malicious spirit can not be overlooked. We have given you every opportunity to depart and flee back to whence you came."
Vincent Sarkoza puts his left hand on his scabbard
Khunbish Avagnar: He snarls at V'aleera, "I have told you repeatedly, I can't flee! I become a plate unable to move, unable to do anything but lie there! helpless! Trapped! Imagine someone takes your arms, your legs, your eyes, and ears and voice from you! Now live eons like that!" the wind starts picking up again.
Vincent Sarkoza 's thumb pushes against the crossguard of his katana and it extends outward an inch with a click.
Orrin Halgren speaks, eyes still on the figure "What do you suggest, we let this shade walk? My apologies, but when two are left to drown in the ocean, whose right is it to push the other under to stave off death?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Seems to me like the two are keeping each other afloat."
V'aleera Lhuil: "It sounds to me like this foul creature is more than willing to impose the very same imprisonment upon others that it so despises itself in order to prepetuate its own self-gratification."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Then our minds are made" Vincen sighed, drawing his katana and holding it with one hand while the left drew a dagger.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn holds his hands out before him and is encased in a swirl of air causing him to be /protected by the wind/
V'aleera Lhuil takes the initiative, chargin forward and thrusting her lance toward the conjured wall of wind, her powerful lance arm probing for a weakness or opening in the violent, churning barrier.
Artoria Aldsan dashes forward to intercept V'aleera, her sword coming around to try and block the woman's strike.
Vincent Sarkoza dashes forward as well to try to intercept Valeera's attack with his katana while he kept his dagger close for defence.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn failed his attempt to back out of V'aleera's jumping strike, her spear manging to /Find a pattern/ in the swirling wind about him.
V'aleera Lhuil proceeds with little hindrance despite the best efforts of her accomplices, dodging under Artoria's thick blade and transitioning into a powerful leap over the head of Vincent, proceeding to probe for weaknesses in her enemy's defense and finding success.
Vincent Sarkoza: "tch" vincent grits his teath as Valeera leapt over him. He immediately pursues her, tossing his dagger toward her head to hopefully get her to parry upward and open herself up for a slash from him toward her mid section.
Orrin Halgren moves in front swiftly and drags his halberd out to the right , blocking off the motion with the pole of his weapon across Vincent's front "Stopping a fight is one thing, attacking an ally is another."
Vincent Sarkoza: "she's got full plate its fine" he retorted quickly
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn jumps backwards closer towards the ledge as he throws the wind shield at Orrin's blade, he's looking desperate.
Artoria Aldsan rushes after Orrin, trying to swing her sword to catch against the dragoon's lance while he is still airborne, twisting in an attempt to grab it by the axehead and pull the weapon away from him.
Orrin Halgren leaps up high into air, coming down like a spinning buzzsaw, but the wind delays his decent, even then, when he came down into the ground, it was the polearm's butt that smashed into the dirt.
V'aleera Lhuil ignores the continued interference of her non-dependable pair of allies and continues her assault, now stabbing more vigorously into the swirling barrier of wind, armed with the knowledge of its flowing pattern.
Artoria Aldsan: "Orrin! Stop this! I know you mean well, but you would murder the boy without trying to find another way?"
Orrin Halgren pulls the weapon butt out from the ground in time to wheel his weapon about. and catch Artoria's weapon "He cannot be free to leave, you study these beings do you not? Get him to come with you, to be watched. I'll not have him disappear into the mists!"
Orrin Halgren is in /weapon lock/ with Artoria
V'aleera Lhuil: "Aye! Convince the creature to submit, and I'll consent to a reprieve. But no sooner!"
Artoria Aldsan blinks at Orrin's assumption that she studies elementals. "He can hardly disappear if he has sworn to live the boy's life in Ishgard, Orrin."
Orrin Halgren: "He lived the boys life as a doppleganger, who is to say he'll remain now that the truth is known?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Well we probably could've figured that out before you drew your weapons."
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn moves towards C in a sudden blast of air and crack of wind as he bolts backward to C - Artoria, V'aleera, Orrin roll will
Khunbish Avagnar: Artoria /dug in/ against the sonic boom of Djinn's movement pretty well
Orrin Halgren ducks down and resists the spell "See, no more than a beast, who would strike you down as well as I!"
Vincent Sarkoza brings his left arm up to cover his face
V'aleera Lhuil braces against the howling wind.
Artoria Aldsan snorts, barely moved. "I would hardly cause that trying to strike us down, Orrin."
V'aleera Lhuil recovers from the impact of the sonic boom and immediately leaps forward with immense speed, bringing her weapon to bear against the wind spirit, the thrust of her weapon accounting for the patterns present in his barrier of wind.
Khunbish Avagnar: V'aleera's spear impales Djinn's body, she feels it connect something hard before suddenly gaining resistance and there's a brief glint of something heavy disappearing off the ledge. Djinn's body begins to pale quickly and starts coughing blood.
Artoria Aldsan 's eyes go wide and she grits her teeth before saying in a low growl, "Does she seek to detain him as well, Orrin? Will you have his murder be on your conscience?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "damn.." Vincent's expression turned serious, noticing Djinn's dire situation. He digs his feet in and pushes off hard toward the left as fast as he can toward Valeera. He angles the point of his katana toward her seeking to impale her. He didnt like her at this point, and seeing the level of violence she had escalated to he'd match it. Vincent would aim to impale Valeera in her torso.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn's host is trying to reach for a link pearl at his ear as he's having coughing fits, he's clearly having problems breathing as well.
V'aleera Lhuil swiftly adjusts her position to deftly deflect the oncoming katana, sending it wide and away from her body. "Idiot! The spirit has been exorcised; can't you see the boy coughing? He must be tended to!"
Vincent Sarkoza stops and looks over at the now Djinnless body. "oh -now- you care about the kid, great job impaling him. If he dies this is on you."
Artoria Aldsan: "And I suppose you have the medical training to save him, you murderer?"
Orrin Halgren breaks away from the /deadlock/ or at least attempted to "After the disc, it cannot take another." he says as he tries to run for the lordling before he collapsed.
V'aleera Lhuil "Tch." The dragoon brushes aside the condemnations and accusations, turning her gaze to the distant gleam of the disc falling through the mists, swiftly jumping off their present landing and whistling for her bird as she gives pursuit and leaves the dying man in their hands.
Vincent Sarkoza sheathes his katana
Khunbish Avagnar: The lordling was having a really bad time trying to breath and is clearly getting weaker though he's holding the link pearl now, he starts trying to speak.
Vincent Sarkoza: "Now we'll see if Djinn was telling the truth" vincent folded his arms.
Orrin Halgren holds the boy, waiting for a response, though with his free hand, his own linkpearl was at work, ordering an airship to their location as soon as poosible.
Vincent Sarkoza: "Artoria, that disc. Was that Djinn?"
Artoria Aldsan: "We have no way of knowing for certain. Not unless it is recovered, at least."
Khunbish Avagnar: The link pearl was working, the Lordling, "V...k...HACK...kill...v...va..." he starts coughing again before he starts fading out of consciousness
Vincent Sarkoza: "We should find it before Valeera does. I'd rather that she doesnt find it before we do."
Artoria Aldsan grunts softly, not willing to leave while the boy was still holding on to life.
Orrin Halgren moves down to tries to pluck the linkshell from his ear and put it into his own, who was on the otherside to listen?
Vincent Sarkoza: "I'll go ahead" vincent reaches in to his pocket and hands Artoria a linkpearl. "Take this, its a linkpearl my company uses. Call me after you finish up here."
Artoria Aldsan nods slightly. "Go quickly."
Vincent Sarkoza pulls out a grappling pistol and anchors one end to the ground before running off the side and jumping off.
Khunbish Avagnar: On the other end was a flurry of questions from various members of House Dzemael trying to find out what Lanfellar was talking about, wh o and why he was coughing and why he's not answering
Orrin Halgren speaks back into it "This is Orrin De Halgren of the Temple knights, send an airship now, your son has been found is need of aid."
Khunbish Avagnar: "Everyone BE SILENT. There is an airship on the way, what do you mean my son is in need of aid, why is he coughing?"
Orrin Halgren: "The spirit that has taken his body has been expelled. More can be explained later." He then takes the pearl and places it back into the lordling's ear and he works into his satchel and tries to patch up the v'aleera -imposed mess.
Orrin Halgren: ((wanna roll lore for a medicine check to help stabilize))
Orrin Halgren looks back at Artoria, hold him steady, I must need dress his wounds.
Artoria Aldsan doesn't respond to Orrin, but does as he asks, helping to hold the boy down.
Khunbish Avagnar: The wound from V'aleera's attack is patched up, front and back, it's clear where the disc was covering the back by the redness of the skin. The smell of his breath was sickening.
Orrin Halgren squeezes and tightly binds the bandages, he had smelled death and burning flesh and yet this still unnerved him "This is useful for later, if what I see is correct...then the possession is externally facilitated through contact of the disk, the force of the strike must have ejected it off of the lordling..."
Khunbish Avagnar: Lordling is thoroughly unconcious, but he's still coughing and it's not good coughing
Artoria Aldsan is simply silent, watching the boy, showing no inclination to respond to Orrin's speculation.
Orrin Halgren looks off to the horizon, Where in the hells is that airship, both the temple knights and Dzemael, that shouldhave moved something." he continues to scan the horizon.
Khunbish Avagnar: A large airship comes into view, one of the look outs on it starts waving and shouting at the group.
Orrin Halgren nods and moves to shoulder the lordling, would be here that a dragoon's agility would perhaps be a boon. He looks back to Artoria for a moment, then leaps off.
Khunbish Avagnar: Once Orrin and Artoria are on the Airship they are whisked to Foundation, where the lordling is taken in the care of Conjurers and Astrologians to Dzemael's manor in a flurry. A house steward lingers and bows to Orrin and Artoria, "Your returning of Lord Lanfellar Dzemael is appreciated and expect to be summoned so that house Dzemael can ask what happened."
Artoria Aldsan: "I am sure our distinguished dragoon would be happy to explain things. I will have to ask that you pardon me for not staying, sir."
Orrin Halgren of course would have to agree to the summons. He nods in agreement that Artoria would not be necessary, to at least grant her that little kindness
Khunbish Avagnar: There was a moment of silence and a nod of his head, "Mind that if it is deemed necessary you will be requested to show miss."
Artoria Aldsan: "Understood. I can be reached through the Adventurer's Guild if necessary."
Orrin Halgren nods "As I am available throught the usual Temple Knight channels until the eastern front's advance is resumed
Artoria Aldsan: "So you are the others looking into this thing?"
V'aleera Lhuil: "Aye. When the greatest amongst Ishgard's High Houses calls for aid, the only choice is to answer."
Orrin Halgren | In the distance the sound of an airship docking is heard, it is a small swift looking schooner of a ship that promptly takes back off in the direction of Ishgard the moment a lone figure steps off. Heavy metal plate clanking against the cobblestones. he receives some salutes from guards near by and approaches the aetheryte, perhaps just on time with V'aleera's quip. "V'aleera, a pleasure to see you on this little hunting trip."
V'aleera Lhuil nods at Orrin, "And you as well. Hopefully today's excursion shall prove both entertaining and fruitful!" She stands in place with her hands on her hips, tail swishing lightly over the paved stone below.
Artoria Aldsan lets out a soft hum, glancing between the three gathered. "I take it that the two of you are acquainted already, but it seems introductions are in order for the rest of us. I am Artoria."
Orrin Halgren motions "If we find no bird it will be equally fruitful, I do not need cloudtop guards spooked and delaying deliveries to the eastern front when we finally decide to move on account of some spurious bird rumor mongering. best to nip the problem in the bud. Who better to handle it than 2 dragoons?" it was then he noticed Artoria and gives a proper, courtly Ishgardian bow "Orrin de Halgren, bannerman of house fortemps and banneret tactician of the temple knights, at your service. Ishgard >
Orrin Halgren: "thanks you for answering the call"
V'aleera Lhuil responds with military brevity, "V'aleera Lhuil. Pleasure."
Artoria Aldsan bows her head in return. "A pleasure." She cocks it after a moment, a small frown crossing her features. "Orrina and V'aleera? Quite the coincidence, the two of you were mentioned to me just recently. Well, I'm sure Renaea will be amused to hear of this."
Khunbish Avagnar: A dark skinned Elezen with green hair steps up towards the group, shifting to sling a bow over his back. He looks a bit malnourished and tired but he smiles at the group, "Would you all be the adventurers that answered my Leveplate?"
Artoria Aldsan: "So it would seem, Sir. Can you describe to us what exactly you saw?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "so I -am- in the right place." Vincent smiled, looking around at the 4
Orrin Halgren nods, he doesn't seem too bothered by the lack of any acknowledgement.
Khunbish Avagnar: The elezen nods his head a bit and motions up, "Yes, Saw what I would swear to be a green light streaking through the sky, it came from the west, but the others passed it off as a bird, or just our imagination, I think it's something else."
Artoria Aldsan: "A green light... could be a lot of things. How fast did it travel?"
V'aleera Lhuil cocks her head curiously, "That is a very insignificant thing to get so terribly nervous about."
Vincent Sarkoza: "I mean hey, we could sit here and debate for another hour on what that thing could be or we can just go check it out." vincent shrugged at the people he did not know save for Orrin who introduced himself
Artoria Aldsan introduced herself as well.
Orrin Halgren crosses his arms, metal plates clattering a bit as he readjusted. "A green streaking light? When during the day? is it consistent? how many times and where did you see it?
Khunbish Avagnar: The man presses his lips together, "So was a red flash of light suddenly descending to the south, that small thing ended up in an endless winter and a lot of destroyed farms." The man introduces himself when everyone else does, "I'd rather know it was nothing then worry it was something and nothing was done." the Man, Artois smiles thinly.
V'aleera Lhuil shrugs, shaking her head, "Well if it shall put your mind at ease than the simplest solution would simply be to go chasing your phantom light. Assuming you set us in the right direction, it should be a quick enough matter to ascertain whether or not there is any issue of substance to the matter."
Orrin Halgren coughs and reiterates, his previous suite of questions, perhaps a bit more forcefully, mayhaps the guard would recognize the tell tale outfit of an Temple Knight commander and be a bit more forthcoming.
Khunbish Avagnar: "Yes a green streaking light, it was sometime before the lunch bell the first time, I've seen it a few times and by now a dozen or more times."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Oh right I almost forgot, I'm Vincent, Vincent sarkoza" he turned quickly to the others. "Pleased to meet you all, and you ser" he nodded at Orrin, "and madam" he nodded at Vallera.
Orrin Halgren nods to Vincent in acknowledgement and returns his attention "where abouts? Best to do is stake out the area and see if it could be followed, did it have a heading? a possible destination?
Khunbish Avagnar: Artois tilts his head a bit as he thinks, fingers holding his chin a moment, "North mostly, it does seem to go towards the Vanu quite a bit."
Artoria Aldsan: "It's a place to start, at least."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Agreed, lets go see what the Vanu have to say about this streak through the sky."
Orrin Halgren nods "Perhaps, aye, failing that, the Cromlech is the highest point in the sea of clouds, we camp around there, I am certain we can ascertain a more clear direction."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Sounds reasonable."
Khunbish Avagnar: ((Anyone need a seat or everyone able to get there?))
Vincent Sarkoza: ((i have never been in a two seater...take me? ))
Khunbish Avagnar: Along the way towards Ok'Zundu there was a green streak moving parallel to the part and easily outpaces their chocobos before disappearing past into the distance.
Artoria Aldsan: "Well, I would say that confirms that he wasn't simply imagining things, at least."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Huh...almost forgot how big the Vanu are" vincent looked around at the Vanu gathered about them, doing their dances or what looked like morning exercises to vincent. He then looks back at the green streak and then toward Khunbish.
V'aleera Lhuil peers about warily at the beastmen's primitive architecture, nose wrinkling as a disapproving frown forms. "It's certainly encouraging to know we've not been sent on some wild goose chase."
Orrin Halgren blinks and pulls the bird to stop in midair "woah" he calms the bird "That disappeared far off, if the streak is firing the same way multiple times, perhaps an object is launching it...let us see what the beastmen have to say, but I advise we try to find the origin as opposed to the destination now."
Khunbish Avagnar: With the distraction of the green streak in the sky, V'aleera, Orrin and Artoria fail to notice that the Vanu's sashes and belts are of a similar shade of green, almost uniformly, Vincent is the only who catches this.
Vincent Sarkoza while watching the Vanu do their vanu dance, vincent notices that their attire bore a similar shade of green and alot of them had it. "Hey is it me or are they all wearing green sashes and belts?"
V'aleera Lhuil shrugs, "Probably just a coincidence. They're savages, beastmen; who knows if they're even cognizant of the things they adorn themselves with?"
Orrin Halgren snaps his attention to the vanu and narrows his gaze, thankfully he wasn't colorblind. "Calm yourself v'aleera, there is occasionally truth in their superstitions."
Vincent Sarkoza: "They obviously are cognizant, otherwise the sashes they wore before wouldnt have been decorated. And besides...its the same green as that streak over there in the sky. could just be coincidence be we should still investigate." Vincent shrugged.
Artoria Aldsan glances back at V'aleera. Wasn't this going to be a lovely investigation. She shakes her head head, walking forward to actually speak with the Vanu.
Orrin Halgren nods and follows Artoria, he figures he'd let her speak for now.
Vincent Sarkoza watches orrin and artoria head off toward the vanu. he then looks back at Valeera and Khunbish deciding to stick with them.
V'aleera Lhuil holds the rear, remaining silent and continuing to watch the beastmen with suspicion, glancing to and fro about the village now and again.
Artoria Aldsan: "Good afternoon. Can you spare the time for a few questions?"
Vincent Sarkoza keeps his arms crossed, doing the same as Valeera, albeit with less suspicion. He thought it was quite funny the way the vanu looked, and would occasionally watch some do their weird dances. Other times he would look up at their huts.
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu turns around towards Artoria, "Ishgardians come to Ok'zundu? What can I help you with." he turns and motions towards some that are carrying fresh caught fish, "To the chieftain make sure they are good enough!"
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small hum. She wasn't Ishgardians, but half the party was, so it wasn't exactly inaccurate. "We're following sightings of a green light flying through the sky. I was wondering if you had seen anything?"
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu claps hands together, "You have seen the great wind spirit that has come upon Ok' Zundu and the clouds as well then!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "hey" he spoke low toward Valeera, "where do you think they got the fish?"
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly. That sounds... familiar. "Great Wind Spirit? An elemental?"
V'aleera Lhuil: "From the Sea of Clouds. The aetheric construction unique to their species lets them survive amid the clouds in this region."
Khunbish Avagnar: "Yes! He is the wind, flying endlessly through the skies, a benevolent spirit unlike what the other Vanu had summoned when they tried to bring back Bismarck"
Orrin Halgren: "He was /summoned/?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Fair enough, guess thats why some of them over there have their fishing rods out." VIncent pauses, hearing Orrin's words. "Oh man...what have the vanu done this time." he chuckles, shaking his head.
Khunbish Avagnar: "No not recently but some time back Bismarck was, and then defeated." He motionts towards the north where the green light had gone, "The great wind spirit however does not try to temper us! We are left free to be ourselves, sometimes he brings us things we need."
Artoria Aldsan: "Would there be a way for us to speak with this spirit?"
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu ponders a moment, "We are preparing a feast in hopes he will stay for a time!"
Orrin Halgren ponders for a moment to himself "To think a primal has escaped the purview of the scions.."
Artoria Aldsan glances back at the other three. "It would seem our best course of action is to remain here then. And... I am not entirely sure this is a Primal, Orrin. We shall see when it arrives."
Khunbish Avagnar: There is a call and the Vanu waves, "Come along, we will consider this a chance to better our relations with Ishgard."
V'aleera Lhuil shakes her head, "Damned savages." She scoffs and peers toward the sky, "False gods, heathen spirits... I feel unclean just standing in their midst here..." The dragoon mutters with discontent.
Artoria Aldsan: "There was... an incident I recently investigated in Mor Dhona. An elemental spirit of sorts, escaped from an Allagan machine. That one was of Earth."
Orrin Halgren: You figure this is one of wind."
Artoria Aldsan: "It would stand to reason."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Well as long as it isn't a primal, and since they're known to temper their followers i think we've good reason to assume its an elemental."
Khunbish Avagnar: A large feast has been set up, the Chieftain conferring with Vanu of other tribes at the head of the table. Introductions are made very briefly before Kundu Vanu is left in charge with the group at the far end of the feast.
V'aleera Lhuil wrinkles her nose in disgust at the sight and smell of the Vanu's foreign, primitive dishes on display. "Ugh..."
Orrin Halgren speaks in a low whisper "Miss Artoria, of what nature was this earth elemental? Do we have a fight on our hands?"
Vincent Sarkoza sniffs the air and tries to maintain a neutral expression despite the smell.
Artoria Aldsan whispers back, "It... possessed a researcher. It seemed to require a host after its escape from Allagan confinement. It was... angry, declaring vengeance against the Allagans and those descended from them. This Wind spirit may be different, but I would still be ready."
Orrin Halgren looks sidelong, lips thinly moving, hushed "And the defeat of this elemental, able to save the researcher's life as well?"
Vincent Sarkoza walks up to the vanu, "so, are we to join your feast or should we wait here?"
Artoria Aldsan shakes her head. "It escaped. When we were to strike it down, it fled. It could... traverse through solid rock, even in the researcher's body."
Khunbish Avagnar: The vanu settles himself down by the food, "Join, we will wait to see if he shows, if not, then we eat, if he shows, then we eat and celebrate!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Hmph" vincent smirked, "sounds good. Its a party either way." <"the food is going to take a little getting used to..."> he thought to himself.
Orrin Halgren nods and he sets his halberd down by his side and assumes a comfortable position to sit in full plate. "Of course, we are honored to be your guests."
V'aleera Lhuil remains standing, crossing her arms and planting her feet firmly in place with no intention of joining the feast. "I am afraid my apetite has departed me."
Artoria Aldsan: "How often does the Spirit visit your people?"
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu shrugs a moment, "He comes some days, he doesn't other, some days he comes several times." he motions about, "He is unlike any of you, he is of the taller kind with the long ears."
Vincent Sarkoza: "That sounds like an elezen..."
Artoria Aldsan glances at Orrin. "That sounds familiar."
Orrin Halgren raises a brow "Indeed it does.." it is as if he answered Vincent's and Artoria's statement at the same time.
Vincent Sarkoza: "So this...long eared fella, he streaks through the sky leaving trails of green and lands here bearing gifts?"
Khunbish Avagnar: Everyone spots the green streak approaching, just before hearing the loud booming sound. There was an elezen descending down onto the ground. He was dressed like he came from one of the noble houses in finery.
Vincent Sarkoza looks up at the sky noticing something off the corner of his eye. Vincent's eyebrows raise upon noticing that it was indeed an elezen approaching. "Well I'll be damned..." He stands back up, ready in case anything happened once the elezen landed.
Artoria Aldsan stands to greet the Elezen, bowing her head. "I take it you're the Great Wind Spirit we've heard so much about?"
Orrin Halgren narrows his gaze "Well it definitely is not a bird..." he says softly, his icy blue eyes watching with great intensity. Though the halberd was at his side.it was not at any disadvantage to be drawn
V'aleera Lhuil glares at the man following his sidden entrance, "Not a spirit at all, but a man. A man perhaps possessed of foul magics, no doubt!"
Khunbish Avagnar: The elezen reaches up and ruffles at his hair a bit, brushing it back and tying it, "I am not a bird." he says to Orrin before smiling and clasping Kundu's hand, "Kundu it is good to see you again." he looks about and adjusts his vest then looks to Artoria, "I am the wind yes." he blinks a few times at V'aleera, "If you believe I am possessed by foul magics, then every thing that breaths air in this world is possessed of my foul magics, and the flight achieved by birds is unnatural as well."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Youre using the aether currents? I've heard they're green as well."
V'aleera Lhuil wags an accusatory finger, "You are not the wind sir; the wind is the wind. You are a man, emboldened by some cheap aetherical trick!"
Khunbish Avagnar: The man steps up to V'aleera as he adjusts his coat, "I am wind that was cut away from the rest of myself, I have no other name that is truely appropriate."
V'aleera Lhuil narrows her eyes in a stern glare, "I do very much doubt that."
Artoria Aldsan: "You do not have a name as Shaitan did then?"
Orrin Halgren remains seated for now "My apologies, to our most esteemed host" he says to the Vanu Vanu, but pray, can you tell me when this spirit started to appear?"
Khunbish Avagnar: "Shaitan...? Oh the names the Allagans gave us, the Allagans called me Djinn." he rests a hand on Kundu who was getting antsy, "Don't worry Kundu everything is good my friend." he motions, "Thank you for the feast go ahead and eat! I shall partake soon!"
Khunbish Avagnar: Kundu frowns a moment, "The great wind spirit first showed up a moon ago."
Artoria Aldsan lets out a small hum. "I see. Then for ease, would it be better if I referred to you as such? Or would you rather discard the name?"
Orrin Halgren nods "I thought as much." he says and stands, picking up his Halberd "My apologies, but you have no spirit of your culture, but rather the younger son of house Dzemael" he motions to the crest on his finery "Who had disappeared near the same amount of time ago." He looks to the possessed Elezen highborn "That is no body you have any right to."
V'aleera Lhuil: "A wicked sorcerer -and- a thief!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Well...that escalated quickly.." vincent looked around at the others, then back at Djinn
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn sighs as he looks down at his clothes, "Oh you are ishgardians." he sighs as he looks at Orrin and V'aleera. He reaches up to rub at his face, "A thief I am not, nor am I a sorcerer." he motions for the Vanu who were up in arms at the moment, "In... deferrence to the Vanu, follow me to some place a bit less...crowded, if this is to descend into a fight, I do not wish them to come to harm."
Vincent Sarkoza looks at the Vanu who towered over every one here. Probably for our own good as well... I'd rather not have to fight so many but...does this really need to be a fight?" He reaches down and picks up a bottle that he assumed was a drink.
Orrin Halgren: "need not be a fight, so long as the lordling is returned.." he says, but he acquiesces to the command. "No blood need be shed on these grounds, we shall follow."
V'aleera Lhuil glares with suspicion as Djinn, taking her weapon in hand but not yet leveling it as she follows the man beyond the sight of the Vanu.
Khunbish Avagnar: The man had not yet move, "Tell me... your kind have a problem that steal the wind from your chest right?" he glances between them, "Understand that if I let go of this body, he can no longer hold air in his lungs."
Artoria Aldsan: "...A side effect of your possession, Djiin, or a pre-existing malady?"
Vincent Sarkoza keeps his hands away from his weapon, preferring not to escalate the situation since Orrin and Valeera had already drawn theirs, even though they werent pointing their spears yet.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn looks towards Artoria, "Before me." he taps his chest, "I am wind, I can fill the chest with air, even if the body cannot do so." he starts pacing a bit, "I was brought to him if that is what you want to know."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Brought to him to help this body you now possess breathe?"
Artoria Aldsan: "Who brought you to him?"
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn falls silent as he seats himself down again, "I am asked not to say."
Orrin Halgren looks to Artoria and V'aleera "it is true the lordling was suffering from pneumonia..so there is some truth to the statement." he grips his weapon's haft tightly however. "However the one in front of us is not him, not his words, nor his will. The man may as well cease to be if that is the case. A life in bondage is no life to be had."
Artoria Aldsan: "Slaying him might disperse the elemental, but I doubt it will save the scion of Dzmael, Orrin. There's nothing to be gained from a fight here and now."
V'aleera Lhuil nods, "I agree. There is nothing good to come from allowing an innocent man to be enthralled to some external entity and denied a proper deliverance to the afterlife."
Vincent Sarkoza: "-Especially- not here. We slay him and we'll ahve the vanu to deal with. Lets leave this place first before we decide anything. Djinn, we'll follow you. For now lets just say both you and us want to keep the vanu out of this."
Orrin Halgren shakes his head and looks to Artoria "I speak not of slaying, merely the cessation of the wrongful possesion of this man.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn raises an eyebrow and motions to V'aleera, "What afterlife awaits him then? A man who has spent their life in bed sick." he takes some food and eats.
V'aleera Lhuil: "The Gods have set his path. It's not your place to mandate a detour, 'spirit'."
Artoria Aldsan: "Djinn. You say you were brought to him. Did you speak with the man who's body you now possess? Did you hear his thoughts on the matter? Or simply those of the one who asked you to save him?"
Vincent Sarkoza looks toward the Vanu that were watching the back at the group
Khunbish Avagnar: "So you would consign me instead to darkness to sit immobile, in bondage, unable to move, unable to do anything?" he stands up and watches V'aleera a moment before he looks to Artoria, "He is here, he doesn't want to die." he sighs and shifts a bit.
V'aleera Lhuil points with a chastising finger, "No one wants to die! But when they Gods call us to their presence we must answer! If the boy's thread has reached the end of its length, it is only right to allow his suffering and fear to cease and to let him pass on to his true place beyond the mortal realm."
Vincent Sarkoza looks to Valeera, "you dont know what the will of the gods is or isn't. For all you know, the fact that Djinn is possessing this body now is the will of the gods. The man doesn't want to die, and I can understand that. The will to live burns strong."
Khunbish Avagnar presses his lips to a thin line as he looks at V'aleera, "You are also telling me to consign myself to eons of entrapment again, of being entirely cut of, to be in a box, in darkness, in stillness." he narrows his eyes at V'aleera, "You would sooner leave me in bindings helpless as the Allagans had done."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Evil spirits possessing innocent bodies and corrupting their minds is most certainly not the Gods' will, I can tell you that!"
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly, closing her eyes for the moment. "It is a terrible thing to be a prisoner in ones own body. I cannot completely condone the current situation, Djinn, however benign in nature it might be. However... It is something he wished for, agreed to. And it is better than the alternative, at least until something can be found to help the both of you."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Hmph."
Vincent Sarkoza: "I agree with miss Artoria. For the time being i think you should stay in that body until we can find away to help the man breathe. As for you, you can take one of the vanus since you seem to be visiting so often."
Orrin Halgren still had not drawn his weapon with any sign of aggresion, though it was held in his left. "And what if the boy changes his mind? or the Vanu who decides to offer up in his stead, will you ever willingly give it up?"
Artoria Aldsan: "The Vanu show no less worth to their lives than an Elezen, Vincent. It is... a difficult conundrum, that will take some thought."
V'aleera Lhuil brightens up, "Yes, a fantastic solution! Force yourself upon some beastman or another; they're not children of the true gods and shall be far less imposed upon by your intrusion. I dare say their simple minds may perceive such a thing as an honor."
Khunbish Avagnar: He shakes his head as he motions towards the Vanu, "The Vanu had me for a time, I cannot bond to them." he looks back to Vincent, "I leave this body he will stop breathing I cannot stop that, and I have promised to keep up the guise of his life in Ishgard." he adjusts his coats.
Vincent Sarkoza: "well i guess there goes that idea then" vincent sighed.
Artoria Aldsan: "The first thing to do then is to find a way to save the host's life, Orrin. A solution for Djinn can be thought up once that is found."
Orrin Halgren shakes his head "/you/ shall keep the guise, not him, is that right?" he says more with a more accusational tone. "I've no trust for a man who speaks for another that cannot speak himself." he looks to Artoria "He has no intention of leaving, even if the boy wished it."
Artoria Aldsan: "I suspect he will, given an alternative. A way in both the boy's life is saved and he can continue living in freedom."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Anyone know any physicians? Surely someone has done some research on the man's ailment. We still have to fix -that- issue first before we deal with Djinn."
Orrin Halgren: It is clear enough he need inhabit a physical vessel, as was the case with Shaitan.
Artoria Aldsan goes silent, chewing on her bottom lip.
Khunbish Avagnar: He pops a bit of fish meat into his mouth, "You spoke of Shaitan." he starts pacing, keeping an eye on V'aleera, his shoulders are tense, "He is here, in the head still, but there is no way to put him in the fore." he takes another bit of fish, "They had decided to try using me because he had stopped breathing completely." he nods his head to Orrin, "If the boy wished it, I would have him take me to someone else desperate enough to accept me, I will not force myself on another."
V'aleera Lhuil glares silently at the evil spirit.
Vincent Sarkoza: "So he -is- still there, seeing through your eyes, living vicariously through you. Seems to me like both of you have a symbiotic relationship."
Orrin Halgren looks to the possessed spirit "You prey on the weak and desperate, if anything has been taught to me of the Allagan in the past is the mistakes they made were in keeping things captured and locked up instead of destroyed."
Khunbish Avagnar: "I choose to, so does Marid, neither of us could appeciate having the Allagans force us on person after person."
Khunbish Avagnar looks back to Orrin, "Would you prefer then, I forced myself upon someone perfectly healthy? You you rather I just took you over instead? Or rather someone on the brink?"
Orrin Halgren makes a cutting motion with his free hand "Much rather you prey on none at all."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Hang on a sec, how fast can you jump from one body to the next, Djinn? Because if you can, why dont you take a deep breath and hop to my body, give the body you possess a quick moment to voice what in the world is going on, and then quickly hop back from my body so the guy doesnt die."
Khunbish Avagnar narrows his eyes at Orrin, then to Vincent, "If that was an option, I would have, then you could listen to this mans gasping breaths, attempting to beg you."
Vincent Sarkoza: "damn..." vincent takes a moment to think things over
Khunbish Avagnar: Everyone can feel the wind gathering about you. V'aleera is now /watching for an escape/
V'aleera Lhuil levels her spear toward Djinn, "Whatever cunning betrayal you're thinking of perpetrating, you'd best not count on surviving it, demon."
Vincent Sarkoza 's body tenses, his hands not yet reaching for his weapon but was prepped to do so.
Vincent Sarkoza seeing Valeera raise her spear at Djinn he looks back toward the Vanu to see how they would react
Orrin Halgren looks about, assuming a much more reactive stance, slightly more weight on his legs in order to kick off at moment's notice "You can cantrol the wind can you not, then you can let him breath from the outside."
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn stares flatly at V'aleera, "You are the betrayers." he looks to Orrin, "I cannot, without a connection, I am cut off from the wind entirely." he glares at Orrin then back to V'aleera, "You're nothing more than an Allagan who lost their torture tools."
V'aleera Lhuil: "Don't you levy insults about torture while you hold a man's soul and body hostage to satisfy your own twisted whims!"
Vincent Sarkoza: "What twisted whims?" Vincent kept his eyes on the vanu
Artoria Aldsan frowns slightly, sensing where this is heading. She takes a step forward, readying herself to move.
Orrin Halgren: "We have accepted your offer to step out, if it must come to blow, make good on your own arrangement, or your evil intent will be made all the more clear
Khunbish Avagnar: The Vanu were bringing their weapons back to bear, "Vanu do not fight!" he shouts to the Vanu, clearly they aren't planning to listen to him though. He lifts up off the ground, his coat billowing behind him, "Follow me then."
Vincent Sarkoza: "aboud damn time."
Artoria Aldsan 's lips thin as they land up above. "Orrin. We don't need to do this. We can still search for other solutions."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Im with Artoria. We've been making a looot of assumptions here."
Khunbish Avagnar rolls his arms, "It's clear they are intent on kill him." he steps back from the group, leaving the coat on the ground.
V'aleera Lhuil: "The possession of an innocent body by a malicious spirit can not be overlooked. We have given you every opportunity to depart and flee back to whence you came."
Vincent Sarkoza puts his left hand on his scabbard
Khunbish Avagnar: He snarls at V'aleera, "I have told you repeatedly, I can't flee! I become a plate unable to move, unable to do anything but lie there! helpless! Trapped! Imagine someone takes your arms, your legs, your eyes, and ears and voice from you! Now live eons like that!" the wind starts picking up again.
Vincent Sarkoza 's thumb pushes against the crossguard of his katana and it extends outward an inch with a click.
Orrin Halgren speaks, eyes still on the figure "What do you suggest, we let this shade walk? My apologies, but when two are left to drown in the ocean, whose right is it to push the other under to stave off death?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Seems to me like the two are keeping each other afloat."
V'aleera Lhuil: "It sounds to me like this foul creature is more than willing to impose the very same imprisonment upon others that it so despises itself in order to prepetuate its own self-gratification."
Vincent Sarkoza: "Then our minds are made" Vincen sighed, drawing his katana and holding it with one hand while the left drew a dagger.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn holds his hands out before him and is encased in a swirl of air causing him to be /protected by the wind/
V'aleera Lhuil takes the initiative, chargin forward and thrusting her lance toward the conjured wall of wind, her powerful lance arm probing for a weakness or opening in the violent, churning barrier.
Artoria Aldsan dashes forward to intercept V'aleera, her sword coming around to try and block the woman's strike.
Vincent Sarkoza dashes forward as well to try to intercept Valeera's attack with his katana while he kept his dagger close for defence.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn failed his attempt to back out of V'aleera's jumping strike, her spear manging to /Find a pattern/ in the swirling wind about him.
V'aleera Lhuil proceeds with little hindrance despite the best efforts of her accomplices, dodging under Artoria's thick blade and transitioning into a powerful leap over the head of Vincent, proceeding to probe for weaknesses in her enemy's defense and finding success.
Vincent Sarkoza: "tch" vincent grits his teath as Valeera leapt over him. He immediately pursues her, tossing his dagger toward her head to hopefully get her to parry upward and open herself up for a slash from him toward her mid section.
Orrin Halgren moves in front swiftly and drags his halberd out to the right , blocking off the motion with the pole of his weapon across Vincent's front "Stopping a fight is one thing, attacking an ally is another."
Vincent Sarkoza: "she's got full plate its fine" he retorted quickly
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn jumps backwards closer towards the ledge as he throws the wind shield at Orrin's blade, he's looking desperate.
Artoria Aldsan rushes after Orrin, trying to swing her sword to catch against the dragoon's lance while he is still airborne, twisting in an attempt to grab it by the axehead and pull the weapon away from him.
Orrin Halgren leaps up high into air, coming down like a spinning buzzsaw, but the wind delays his decent, even then, when he came down into the ground, it was the polearm's butt that smashed into the dirt.
V'aleera Lhuil ignores the continued interference of her non-dependable pair of allies and continues her assault, now stabbing more vigorously into the swirling barrier of wind, armed with the knowledge of its flowing pattern.
Artoria Aldsan: "Orrin! Stop this! I know you mean well, but you would murder the boy without trying to find another way?"
Orrin Halgren pulls the weapon butt out from the ground in time to wheel his weapon about. and catch Artoria's weapon "He cannot be free to leave, you study these beings do you not? Get him to come with you, to be watched. I'll not have him disappear into the mists!"
Orrin Halgren is in /weapon lock/ with Artoria
V'aleera Lhuil: "Aye! Convince the creature to submit, and I'll consent to a reprieve. But no sooner!"
Artoria Aldsan blinks at Orrin's assumption that she studies elementals. "He can hardly disappear if he has sworn to live the boy's life in Ishgard, Orrin."
Orrin Halgren: "He lived the boys life as a doppleganger, who is to say he'll remain now that the truth is known?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "Well we probably could've figured that out before you drew your weapons."
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn moves towards C in a sudden blast of air and crack of wind as he bolts backward to C - Artoria, V'aleera, Orrin roll will
Khunbish Avagnar: Artoria /dug in/ against the sonic boom of Djinn's movement pretty well
Orrin Halgren ducks down and resists the spell "See, no more than a beast, who would strike you down as well as I!"
Vincent Sarkoza brings his left arm up to cover his face
V'aleera Lhuil braces against the howling wind.
Artoria Aldsan snorts, barely moved. "I would hardly cause that trying to strike us down, Orrin."
V'aleera Lhuil recovers from the impact of the sonic boom and immediately leaps forward with immense speed, bringing her weapon to bear against the wind spirit, the thrust of her weapon accounting for the patterns present in his barrier of wind.
Khunbish Avagnar: V'aleera's spear impales Djinn's body, she feels it connect something hard before suddenly gaining resistance and there's a brief glint of something heavy disappearing off the ledge. Djinn's body begins to pale quickly and starts coughing blood.
Artoria Aldsan 's eyes go wide and she grits her teeth before saying in a low growl, "Does she seek to detain him as well, Orrin? Will you have his murder be on your conscience?"
Vincent Sarkoza: "damn.." Vincent's expression turned serious, noticing Djinn's dire situation. He digs his feet in and pushes off hard toward the left as fast as he can toward Valeera. He angles the point of his katana toward her seeking to impale her. He didnt like her at this point, and seeing the level of violence she had escalated to he'd match it. Vincent would aim to impale Valeera in her torso.
Khunbish Avagnar: Djinn's host is trying to reach for a link pearl at his ear as he's having coughing fits, he's clearly having problems breathing as well.
V'aleera Lhuil swiftly adjusts her position to deftly deflect the oncoming katana, sending it wide and away from her body. "Idiot! The spirit has been exorcised; can't you see the boy coughing? He must be tended to!"
Vincent Sarkoza stops and looks over at the now Djinnless body. "oh -now- you care about the kid, great job impaling him. If he dies this is on you."
Artoria Aldsan: "And I suppose you have the medical training to save him, you murderer?"
Orrin Halgren breaks away from the /deadlock/ or at least attempted to "After the disc, it cannot take another." he says as he tries to run for the lordling before he collapsed.
V'aleera Lhuil "Tch." The dragoon brushes aside the condemnations and accusations, turning her gaze to the distant gleam of the disc falling through the mists, swiftly jumping off their present landing and whistling for her bird as she gives pursuit and leaves the dying man in their hands.
Vincent Sarkoza sheathes his katana
Khunbish Avagnar: The lordling was having a really bad time trying to breath and is clearly getting weaker though he's holding the link pearl now, he starts trying to speak.
Vincent Sarkoza: "Now we'll see if Djinn was telling the truth" vincent folded his arms.
Orrin Halgren holds the boy, waiting for a response, though with his free hand, his own linkpearl was at work, ordering an airship to their location as soon as poosible.
Vincent Sarkoza: "Artoria, that disc. Was that Djinn?"
Artoria Aldsan: "We have no way of knowing for certain. Not unless it is recovered, at least."
Khunbish Avagnar: The link pearl was working, the Lordling, "V...k...HACK...kill...v...va..." he starts coughing again before he starts fading out of consciousness
Vincent Sarkoza: "We should find it before Valeera does. I'd rather that she doesnt find it before we do."
Artoria Aldsan grunts softly, not willing to leave while the boy was still holding on to life.
Orrin Halgren moves down to tries to pluck the linkshell from his ear and put it into his own, who was on the otherside to listen?
Vincent Sarkoza: "I'll go ahead" vincent reaches in to his pocket and hands Artoria a linkpearl. "Take this, its a linkpearl my company uses. Call me after you finish up here."
Artoria Aldsan nods slightly. "Go quickly."
Vincent Sarkoza pulls out a grappling pistol and anchors one end to the ground before running off the side and jumping off.
Khunbish Avagnar: On the other end was a flurry of questions from various members of House Dzemael trying to find out what Lanfellar was talking about, wh o and why he was coughing and why he's not answering
Orrin Halgren speaks back into it "This is Orrin De Halgren of the Temple knights, send an airship now, your son has been found is need of aid."
Khunbish Avagnar: "Everyone BE SILENT. There is an airship on the way, what do you mean my son is in need of aid, why is he coughing?"
Orrin Halgren: "The spirit that has taken his body has been expelled. More can be explained later." He then takes the pearl and places it back into the lordling's ear and he works into his satchel and tries to patch up the v'aleera -imposed mess.
Orrin Halgren: ((wanna roll lore for a medicine check to help stabilize))
Orrin Halgren looks back at Artoria, hold him steady, I must need dress his wounds.
Artoria Aldsan doesn't respond to Orrin, but does as he asks, helping to hold the boy down.
Khunbish Avagnar: The wound from V'aleera's attack is patched up, front and back, it's clear where the disc was covering the back by the redness of the skin. The smell of his breath was sickening.
Orrin Halgren squeezes and tightly binds the bandages, he had smelled death and burning flesh and yet this still unnerved him "This is useful for later, if what I see is correct...then the possession is externally facilitated through contact of the disk, the force of the strike must have ejected it off of the lordling..."
Khunbish Avagnar: Lordling is thoroughly unconcious, but he's still coughing and it's not good coughing
Artoria Aldsan is simply silent, watching the boy, showing no inclination to respond to Orrin's speculation.
Orrin Halgren looks off to the horizon, Where in the hells is that airship, both the temple knights and Dzemael, that shouldhave moved something." he continues to scan the horizon.
Khunbish Avagnar: A large airship comes into view, one of the look outs on it starts waving and shouting at the group.
Orrin Halgren nods and moves to shoulder the lordling, would be here that a dragoon's agility would perhaps be a boon. He looks back to Artoria for a moment, then leaps off.
Khunbish Avagnar: Once Orrin and Artoria are on the Airship they are whisked to Foundation, where the lordling is taken in the care of Conjurers and Astrologians to Dzemael's manor in a flurry. A house steward lingers and bows to Orrin and Artoria, "Your returning of Lord Lanfellar Dzemael is appreciated and expect to be summoned so that house Dzemael can ask what happened."
Artoria Aldsan: "I am sure our distinguished dragoon would be happy to explain things. I will have to ask that you pardon me for not staying, sir."
Orrin Halgren of course would have to agree to the summons. He nods in agreement that Artoria would not be necessary, to at least grant her that little kindness
Khunbish Avagnar: There was a moment of silence and a nod of his head, "Mind that if it is deemed necessary you will be requested to show miss."
Artoria Aldsan: "Understood. I can be reached through the Adventurer's Guild if necessary."
Orrin Halgren nods "As I am available throught the usual Temple Knight channels until the eastern front's advance is resumed
§{Khunbish Adarkim}§