OOC: Ok, this is the last OOC that will appear in this rp. I see that Ex posted earlier about OOC posts, I figured I'd reiterate it^^ I appreciate everyone's understanding on the matter. Also, I am VERY sorry for being so absent today, I was out and about tending to some personal matters. I'll get the story moving as much as I can tonight while I am on, though, never you fear.
IC: Malachi laughed as he took Law's hand and shook it warmly. In truth, he had been unsure if the burly menace would be remotely interested, but something about the way his eyes sparked at teh prospect told Malachi that for the first time in a while, he had managed to misjudge a character. Whether it was the artifact itself, or the money involved, he couldn't tell, but for the moment, he didn't care. "We have an accord, my friend," the young man laughed before turning to answer the questions of the rest.
He allowed Binadorm and Azrivel to finish their conversation and settle things on the silverfeathers before continuing in his explanation. A few hundred years of adventures, and innumerable encounters with people of every race had left him with a keen sense of character. By this, I mean that he got the sense of a person usually within a few minutes of interaction with them, or indeed after a bout of simple observation. Also, through the use of other senses not inherent to humans, he was somehow able to feel a person, or take a walk in their shoes. And so, while Binadorm and Azrivel spatted back and forth and completed their agreement, he sat back, content to take both of them in.
In Binadorm he noticed nothing but a sincere, adventurous enthusiasm- perhaps enough to get him into trouble, but that was alright with Malachi, honestly. When he focused on Azrivel, though, to answer his question, as with so many of the men there, he could literally almost feel teh gold-lust hanging upon him, the pull that the prospect of treasure lay in the strange being's heart, and it almost made him reconsider. The Archai seemingly sized him up for a moment before opting to take a chance on him. But he chose to answer his question by addressing everybody who was currently paying attention.
"The deal is simple enough. We all know how impossible it is to find the LR, let alone reach it." To their suprise, Malachi pulled a chain from beneath his shirt. Attached to it was a stunning piece of metalwork which in its ethereal design was clearly not of human origins. In its center sat a very small stone, obscure save for the very dim glow that it gave off. Malachi spun the stone as he lay the piece flat on the table, and to their surprise, a transparent image opened up before them! It was a map of Tierisca, that much was plain by teh shape. But there was little else on it to mark any towns, or cities. Indeed, the only thing that it did seem to show was the terrain and a few landmark-like figures. The Killing Fields were clearly visible all around a tiny glowing dot on the map that most understood to be the pendent itself.
"Ok, so the LR is in the Pinnacle, which in the days before the cataclysm was pretty much THE high temple of the Archai," Malachi continued, trying to keep this short, sweet and to the point. "At that time, the land around it was a pretty big forest, but one that both the Archai and the Fahim controlled. In the absence of the Archai, it- along with the rest of this Godforsaken piece of rock- has become a bit... shall we say unruly. This big blob here is that wood. Unfortunately, we only reach that after we cross the Killing Fields, the Crystal Plains and, depending on our luck, either the Lake of Eldorn or the Namith wetlands- better known as swamps." He pointed to a single strange symbol in the southeast of the map. "Any man that can make it through all that with me has rights to 100,000 Dira- or about... $370,000. In addition," he quickly added, seeing the question boil up in expressions of many of the gathered, "You will receieve a cut of whatever we find. If it's gold, you get a share of that- we'll split it evenly. If it's power... well, I'll do what I can to figure that one out. If it's something we could all benefit from, well then we all benefit."
Malachi closed the map by turning the stone again and slipped the pendent and chain back around his neck and under his shirt. "Either way, whatever we find, you get a good sum of money and the chance to lay claim to THE Lost Righteous. Whatever it is, you will have your name attached to it forever as one of the ones who restored it to the universe. Not to sound chessy, but I think that near-immortality may be worth almost more than any gold or riches that may be in there. So... are we all in accord to start tomorrow morning?"
His bright, indigo gaze wondered from man to man as he awaited answers, suggestions, or questions before turning in for the night in one of the few rooms at the local inn.
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