PsionicSoldier
Rookie
Ocato scanned the tavern for an empty chair. the bar was almost full and it would be easy to remain unnoticed. pushing his way through the ruffians and drunks he made his way to the corner of the bar. only one table was open and there were empty beer mugs all over it. he sat down in one of the two chairs and pulled out some food for Arguile.
{You'd best eat, my friend, for when my friend arrives i will be too distracted to give you any more.} Ocato transfered the thought to the fox through the ring. it wasnt even five minutes until one of the drunks made his way to the table.
"Well wouldsh you look what we got here? who do you shink you are thittin at my dern table?" the brutish man said. Ocato had hoped to avoid this. he could only keep his guise going for so long.
"Welsh, you gonna ansher, pall" Ocato had to distract the man. he couldn't bare to lose his cover yet.
"Yous got a lot of nerve, buddy! you betta leave now!" He was running out of time. Ocato held up a glass and offereed the man a drink hoping to maybe get on his good side. the thug grabbed the glass and chugged down the beer and wiped his mouth.
"You shink thats gonna get you off the hook? I shaid get OUT!" he yelled.
"And get shyour furred vermin outta here!" he kick arguile against the wall. The moment his foot made contact with the fox, Ocato was up twirling his fingers at his forehead. he then took his thumb and dragged it from his forehead to the bottom right part of his chin, to the top of his left ear. the illusion over his face faded and his scarred and sealed mouth was revealed. he glared at the drunk and spoke to him through his ring.
{You will leave this bar and city or I will make you leave this plane of existence} A bluff that Ocato knew would make the man flee for his life. And if the threat did not get through to him, his scarred visage would. the man stumbled out of the bar in fear. Ocato then quickly turned and casted the Illusionary spell again. a few twists of his wrist and a flick of his thumb across his face brought the spell to bare again. he sat back down. He was fortunate that no one had seen him scare the brute off. arguile limped back to his seat next to his master.
{I should have acted quicker my friend, I am truly sorry} he pet the fox gently and handed him another treat. Ocato sat for another hour, watching the patrons enter and leave, joke with their friends, and tell of grand battles with impossible odds that they had won. Ocato was disgusted by them. liars and braggarts the lot of them. He couldn't stand them. The delicacy of a well mannered conversation was lost on people like these patrons. his thoughts were interupted as a man walked up to his table and sat down. He had grey hair tied back and had an eye patch.his face was covered in scars. He wore what looked like thin, black armor with silver trim. his face was blank. He placed a coin on the table, heads up showing the face of High Chancellor Warren Mar. Ocato smiled.
{Baallock, how long has it been} Ocato relayed to his old friend.
"Lets see. Three years after your exile... eighty-six years!" Baallock said with a warm look on his face.
{Thats far too long, my old comrade. Tell me, how are things back in Deep Talo. Have the Houses finally wiped each other out.} Ocato asked, knowing the answer.
"Not yet, but their likely to collapse under Odessa's rule. Septa-Spita will not hold up long if she keeps trying to over throw the other houses. But come now, this is not why we have come to meet each other. You said something about needing my help in your letter. What do you require?". the mention of the houses seemed to grab the attention of some of the bars patrons, but a dirty look from Baallock had them facing their appropriate directions in moments. Baalock leaned in waiting for the relply.
{I may have found someone who can fund my search a bit more addiquitly then my last sponsor, but he is going to require a bit of "persuading". Is there any chance I could get a few troops to help me storm the walls of his.....stubborness} Ocato's fake mouth smiled a wry grin. Baallock frowned a bit too. Baallock was going to require a bit of persuading as well.
{You'd best eat, my friend, for when my friend arrives i will be too distracted to give you any more.} Ocato transfered the thought to the fox through the ring. it wasnt even five minutes until one of the drunks made his way to the table.
"Well wouldsh you look what we got here? who do you shink you are thittin at my dern table?" the brutish man said. Ocato had hoped to avoid this. he could only keep his guise going for so long.
"Welsh, you gonna ansher, pall" Ocato had to distract the man. he couldn't bare to lose his cover yet.
"Yous got a lot of nerve, buddy! you betta leave now!" He was running out of time. Ocato held up a glass and offereed the man a drink hoping to maybe get on his good side. the thug grabbed the glass and chugged down the beer and wiped his mouth.
"You shink thats gonna get you off the hook? I shaid get OUT!" he yelled.
"And get shyour furred vermin outta here!" he kick arguile against the wall. The moment his foot made contact with the fox, Ocato was up twirling his fingers at his forehead. he then took his thumb and dragged it from his forehead to the bottom right part of his chin, to the top of his left ear. the illusion over his face faded and his scarred and sealed mouth was revealed. he glared at the drunk and spoke to him through his ring.
{You will leave this bar and city or I will make you leave this plane of existence} A bluff that Ocato knew would make the man flee for his life. And if the threat did not get through to him, his scarred visage would. the man stumbled out of the bar in fear. Ocato then quickly turned and casted the Illusionary spell again. a few twists of his wrist and a flick of his thumb across his face brought the spell to bare again. he sat back down. He was fortunate that no one had seen him scare the brute off. arguile limped back to his seat next to his master.
{I should have acted quicker my friend, I am truly sorry} he pet the fox gently and handed him another treat. Ocato sat for another hour, watching the patrons enter and leave, joke with their friends, and tell of grand battles with impossible odds that they had won. Ocato was disgusted by them. liars and braggarts the lot of them. He couldn't stand them. The delicacy of a well mannered conversation was lost on people like these patrons. his thoughts were interupted as a man walked up to his table and sat down. He had grey hair tied back and had an eye patch.his face was covered in scars. He wore what looked like thin, black armor with silver trim. his face was blank. He placed a coin on the table, heads up showing the face of High Chancellor Warren Mar. Ocato smiled.
{Baallock, how long has it been} Ocato relayed to his old friend.
"Lets see. Three years after your exile... eighty-six years!" Baallock said with a warm look on his face.
{Thats far too long, my old comrade. Tell me, how are things back in Deep Talo. Have the Houses finally wiped each other out.} Ocato asked, knowing the answer.
"Not yet, but their likely to collapse under Odessa's rule. Septa-Spita will not hold up long if she keeps trying to over throw the other houses. But come now, this is not why we have come to meet each other. You said something about needing my help in your letter. What do you require?". the mention of the houses seemed to grab the attention of some of the bars patrons, but a dirty look from Baallock had them facing their appropriate directions in moments. Baalock leaned in waiting for the relply.
{I may have found someone who can fund my search a bit more addiquitly then my last sponsor, but he is going to require a bit of "persuading". Is there any chance I could get a few troops to help me storm the walls of his.....stubborness} Ocato's fake mouth smiled a wry grin. Baallock frowned a bit too. Baallock was going to require a bit of persuading as well.
