Intro Log - Voice/Action

[spohkh]

[Illogical does not even begin to characterize the situation that Spock has found himself in. Approximately 2.4 minutes ago he was on the bridge of the USS Enterprise, and through some, as of yet unexplained phenomenon taking no time at all, (possibly through some spacial anomaly or undetected ion storm) suddenly appeared inverted in a tree... Current conditions also leave much to be desired. Spock's Vulcan physiology requires higher temperatures, and proper garments for optimal comfort... the forest in which he is now located has a lower than optimal temperature, and coupled with the disappearance of his Uniform and thermal wear he finds himself rather... cold. Though, perhaps it is fortuitous that he appeared in clothes at all... the white pants will have to suffice.
Upon his initial assessment, and descent from the tree, he was amazed to see an alteration to his physical person]

...Fascinating.

[Spock cards his fingers through the feathered protrusions located in the area of his scapula. Since he could feel a rather curious sensation through manual stimulus of the ...wings, Spock can safely assume they are indeed his newly acquired appendages. He could not fail to notice that his wings are the same ebony color his hair is.
Taking in his surroundings, Spock could hear the sound of running water close by... but nothing significant that could give him evidence of his location. The terrain was similar to that of Earth, however, there was 'something' about them that Spock could not quite explain that told him 'no, this is not Earth'...
As he was about to venture towards the water in hopes of finding civilization, something catches his attention... it appears to be some form of recording device located at the base of the tree in which he just descended from. Picking up the device he also notices that it has his name on it and it appears to be active. Curious... This proves that he was indeed sent here on purpose. But why?
Spock finally decides to speak out loud.]

Greetings, I am Spock. Is there a conscious form of life out there that can tell me my current location?

Comments

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[spohkh]

The 'Crows?' Do you mind if I inquire about what this organization is?

[Spock finds himself hoping he is not being too curious about Mister Zevran's past. However, it seems as though he 'cannot help himself.']

[Action]

[antivanleather]

You certainly aren't from my world if you have not heard of the Crows, Ser. The Antivan Crows are a guild of assassins, well known and well paid. They always see the job done.

I think Spock is trying to free you....

[spohkh]

I see. It would seem that there are many such organizations across the 'universes.' However, are you able to leave the employment if you wish?

In his pants? >->

[antivanleather]

I have, in fact, left their employment. If only because I failed to fulfill a contract. Failure isn't taken well in the Crows, you see. If you do not kill your target, the Crows kill you. So I signed on with the person I was to kill instead. I am not free just yet, as I am oath bound to the Warden but...it is better than the Crows.

....What on earth? XD

[spohkh]

Is there no way for you to escape? Surely there is a way for you to have freedom?

It's the fortune cookie joke! End all things with 'in his pants' or 'in bed'

[antivanleather]

If the one I am sworn to proves benevolent perhaps they might set me free once their task is at an end. Until then it's far safer for me to remain.

uh-oh... time for eithical debate with Spock! ^_^

[spohkh]

Does this 'Warden' still use you as an assassin?

Oooh, Fun times!

[antivanleather]

Hmm...that is an excellent question. I shall have to consider it very carefully as there has been no direct instructions to go forth and stab this fellow in the back of the neck- but it has been made plain that if that fellow was stabbed in the neck their quest would be so much simpler to complete. Whether I act on that or not is mine to choose.

We'll see..... :3

[spohkh]

[Spock stops walking to face Zevran.]

You are purposely avoiding the question. Do you choose to act in such a manner?

[antivanleather]

It furthers the goals of a woman I have come to admire in more ways than one, though I assure you there is much to admire about her. She's protected me from the Crows without asking for more than my sword in return. Would you not choose to repay that kindness in any way possible?

[spohkh]

Not when that payment involves taking the lives of other beings. Do you not see the moral issue in this?

[antivanleather]

So I am to feel guilty for my actions? The world I live in is savage and cruel, at least should they die by my hand it is quick and painless. I cannot promise the same of the world.

[spohkh]

[Spock considers his answer for a moment...]

Surely with your abilities, one such as yourself could lead a resistance and change the 'social norm'. Do you not wish to see change?

[antivanleather]

....

[Lead a resistance? Change the social norm? Zev has to prop a hand against the nearest tree to support himself while he laughs.]

[spohkh]

I am unaware of what you find so amusing.

[antivanleather]

The last time an elf attempted to lead a resistance it almost saw the entirety of the race enslaved once more, or killed. And that is just for point one. Why should I care about others in a similar situation? The strong will find their own way out, the weak will live in their chains or die strangled by them.

[spohkh]

That fact does not make killing right. To give up is to admit defeat and ultimately condones murder. Is there no way to contact 'outside' help? [Spock could tell he was getting 'worked up'... he was in great need of meditation.]

[antivanleather]

It is a world you know terribly little of, my friend, and if you have any form of luck at all? You never will. Come. You are in need of proper attire and while I certainly do not mind continuing to watch you wander about shirtless I'm sure you're starting to feel a bit chilled.

[spohkh]

My apologies, I appear to have 'overstepped my bounds.'

[Spock was a little shocked at how carried away he got... He has used the prime directive on multiple occasions and has rarely ever had any altercations.]

[antivanleather]

Overexcited and over invested at the mention of murder. It's a common thing in the more civilized worlds, from what I understand. I'm far behind most here but willing to learn. What I am, though is what I am. Why pretend any differently? My skills are of use to the village.

[He shrugs and motions for Spock to follow, continuing down the path a ways.]

[spohkh]

[Spock follows closely beside Zevran. Ka'adith, what is, is. It would seem that his appearance here was affecting him more than he thought. Perhaps acquiring his uniform will aid the situation.]

[antivanleather]

[It is as Zevran said- roughly an hour's walk to the village from where he'd found the strange elf that was not an elf. They break through the treeline to the main path leading to the plaza in short order.]

I take it you would wish for your clothing first, yes?

[spohkh]

Indeed, where should we start?

[antivanleather]

Unless the Malnosso deposited your clothing in the fountain- the store.

[He motions for Spock to follow and cuts across the tiled plaza, makes his way around the fountain and holds open the door.]


Your things will be in here. Somewhere.

[spohkh]

[Spock nods at Mister Zevran and steps into the shop.]