* Gerard looks over at Nachabe. He seems to know how to stop the voices.
* Gerard walks over to Nachabe.
<Gerard> "Excuse me Nachabe, can we talk for a minute."
* Nachabe sits on the ship in a meditative pose
* Nachabe 's eyes slowly open
* Nachabe looks at Gerard
<Nachabe> "Yes...Please sit down."
* Gerard sits next to Nachabe.
* Nachabe looks at Gerard
<Gerard> "I was wondering, you seem to know how to resist the shadows of ourselves."
<Gerard> "Can you show me how you do it?"
<Nachabe> "I have found that it takes an inner strength of will.....do you believe that you
have such a strength?"
<Gerard> "Yes."
<Nachabe> "Then I can teach you."
<Nachabe> "But you have to realize that my background is quite different from yours,
my methods may not work for you."
<Gerard> "Thank you very much Nachabe."
<Nachabe> "It is an Honor."
<Gerard> "Everyone has a different method. Once I have begun to learn, I can make it my own." <Storyteller> The voyage to Stygia is an uneventful one. The ship(the Delilah) is a
<Storyteller> slow moving clipper ship, that looks to be falling apart.
<Storyteller> The rigging is soiled, stained black by the elements within the
<Storyteller> Tempest. It seems that everything upon the ship is just as soiled.
<Storyteller> The captain, whose name has eluded you, seems a competent sailor,
<Storyteller> navigating the treacherous Sea of Shadows.
<Storyteller> The trip takes about a week, and on the seventh day an island
<Storyteller> can be seen in the distance. As the ship sails closer you can see a
<Storyteller> city resting upon it. It's dark towers spiral to the sky and
<Storyteller> green lights illuminate the city eerily.
<Storyteller> The crew scamper around the deck setting the rigging, and a
<Storyteller> moliated flag is flown showing a strange symbol that you take to
<Storyteller> mean a merchant ship.
<Storyteller> The cryer climbs to the top of the mast and begins to keen out
<Storyteller> the ships intentions of docking. He stops and waits, over the sea
<Storyteller> you can hear another keening and the ship heads towards the dock.
<Storyteller> The dock is closer now and you can see the workers yelling and signalling the ship <Storyteller> They guide the ship into the dock and the gangplank is lowered
* Brianna is waiting to see what Remy wants us to do
* Nachabe waits for the ship to dock and then gets off
* Gerard waits until the ship has docked, then walks onto the pier.
* Brianna follows the others off the ship
* Remy steps up onto the gangplank, and gets off the ship, after giving his thanks to the captain <Storyteller> There seems to be alot of activity on the dock as they are unloading the ship.
<Storyteller> A wraith walks up to you with an official looking mask on
<Storyteller> "You are the passengers?"
* Nachabe looks in horror
* Brianna gulps
* Remy turns away from the sight
* Remy puts on his official mask
<Remy> "Yes, we were."
<Storyteller> Nach{look familiar?}
<Nachabe> {Yes, very}
<Storyteller> "What are your names?"
<Remy> "What did these poor souls do to deserve dis?" Remy asks the Captain, with a hint
of disgust in his voice
<Simon> "Simon."
<Storyteller> The captain turns to Remy, "They are worthless. No good to anybody but specteres." <Remy> "My name is Remy."
* Remy bows
<Brianna> "I am Brianna."
<Gerard> "I am Gerard."
<Nachabe> "I am Nachabe."
<Remy> "You didn't answer my question. What did they do to DESERVE it?"
<Storyteller> "Ah I see. Well welcome to Stygia."
<Simon> "Wrong place at the wrong time," Simon mutters half to himself.
<Remy> "I'm impressed already." Remy says, in a tone dripping with sarcasm
<Storyteller> "Well off with you then, I'm busy," says the harbormaster sharply.
* Remy turns sharply. "Lets go. I find dis harbor nasueating."
<Simon> "You aren't the only one."
* Nachabe looks the thralls over once more and then turns to leave
* Brianna shakes her head sadly and follows Remy
* Gerard looks at the thralls with some pity, then leaves.
* Brianna blinks
<Remy> Nach:{oh, my poor self appointed martyr. Why don't you join them, so you can ease their suffering?}
<Gerard> Remy attacks the Thallmaster.
<Nachabe> {I cannot save and help everybody, I do what I can}
<Nachabe> {These people around me are my primary concern now}
<Storyteller> The thrall master falls to the ground as Remy jumps on him and begins to pummel him <Gerard> Remy beats the thrall master.
<Storyteller> The other dock workers are rushing at Remy who is on top of the thrall master.
* Nachabe stands in astonishment
<Storyteller> the workers pull Remy off, just in time
<Storyteller> Remy is beginning to calm down now.
* Brianna gets Billy out of the way, staring in shock at Remy.
* Simon is just plain shocked.
* Remy looks down in horror
<Remy> "Dear god, what jus' happened?"
<Simon> "Uh... you tell me."
<Gerard> {You did some fine leading my boy.}
<Brianna> "Remy! Are you alright?" Brianna asks with concern, but is careful to keep away from him
* Nachabe looks at Remy and says "The darkness took control for a brief moment."
<Gerard> "Jesus Remy, what happened?"
* Remy sits down, hands wrapped around his knee
<Remy> "I....I don' know. It was like, I was there, but not in control of my body..."
* Brianna steps uncertainly closer to Remy
<Simon> {Don't get too close to him, Bri... he's dangerous still}
<Storyteller> The Thrall master stands up, his face a twisted mask of fear, humiliation, and anger. <Erik> "It appears he, like most people, lost control."
<Erik> "How typical."
* Gerard walks over to Remy.
<Storyteller> "I want that sonofabitch arrested!!!!!"
<Remy> "I..I'm sorry" Remy says to the harbormaster
<Storyteller> The dock workers are all watching Remy, waiting
* Simon is too <Storyteller> "Come on! Arrest that fucker!"
* Remy makes no move of protest
<Storyteller> you all begin to notice some Legionnaires heading this way.
* Brianna hurries to Remy's side. "Wait! It wasn't him...he wouldn't hurt anyone like that on purpose." <Storyteller> A centurion steps up, "Ok what is the problem?"
<Nachabe> "Please this matter can be resolved in a different manner."
<Brianna> "Remy, do you remember anything?"
* Gerard steps in front of Remy, ready for anything.
<Erik> "This harbor master seems to be enraged at an unconcious act of one of our companions."
<Erik> "I'm sure you don't need to be involved."
<Storyteller> "This one here jumped on me and tried to obliviate me!"
<Remy> "I..remember, sort of, but *I* didn't do it..I can't explain it."
<Storyteller> The centurion turns to Remy, "Is this true?"
<Nachabe> "But you still stand here, so no real harm was caused."
<Gerard> "The only harm that has been done was to his pride."
<Storyteller> "Sir," he says to Remy, "When was the last time you were castigated?"
<Erik> "Injuries to pride sting the most and last longest."
* Remy shakes his head, unable to honestly answer the question
<Remy> "Castigated? Never."
<Storyteller> "Alright, it sounds as if nothing was intentional."
<Remy> Nach:{The would be prince. You fool, here is a perfect oppurtunity to undermind this
"leader", and take your rightful place as leader of this sorry group}
<Nachabe> {Leadership is not a right that comes with royal blood, he was chosen by us all,
and so he will lead}
<Remy> Nach:{You naieve FOOL! Don't talk to me about leadership.}
<Storyteller> The thrall master looks at Remy with hatred in his eyes, but he turns away.
<Nachabe> {Fine, say what you want, you are frightened because I have a power over you that you don't have over me}
<Storyteller> The centurion turns to all of you, "I think it would be best if you left the docks now." <Remy> {we will see, boy. You have many lessons to learn yet *laughs*}
* Remy nods
<Nachabe> {Prove it....actions speak louder than words}
<Simon> "Hey, nothings keeping me here."
<Remy> "Lets get going...."
* Nachabe turns to leave.
<Remy> {When the time is right. Have patience, good Nachabe}
<Gerard> I turn and leave, making sure Remy is not attacked from behind by the dock workers.
* Remy seems unsure of himself. "Well...lets see if we can get access to the hall of records."
<Nachabe> (You say that because you cannot back up your words, you are pitiful and weak...
darkness holds no power over the light)
<Storyteller> You walk into the city,
* Simon gazes around at the creepy place.
<Storyteller> The city is dark with greenish light pouring out from windows and lamposts
<Simon> "I dont think we're in Kansas anymore..."
<Storyteller> You can hear a pounding off in the distance
* Nachabe looks around
* Gerard looks aroung for the sound.
<Storyteller> You pass a door with a red lantern light hanging outside
* Remy also looks out for trouble
* Nachabe keeps his eyes open
<Storyteller> a sreaming is heard off in the distance
* Gerard looks toward the sound.
* Remy focuses on the strands of fate, hoping to find some clue of trouble
<Simon> "Hmm... good to see that the Stygian industry is booming."
<Storyteller> The pounding is louder as you walk down the street.
<Storyteller> You finally reach the door where the poundins coming from
<Storyteller> another scream is heard
* Gerard runs into the building, drawing his blade.
<Simon> "Heh. Trying to stop the forges, eh Gerard."
* Remy gets his gun ready, and steps inside
* Simon smiles wistfully
* Nachabe joins them
<Storyteller> The door bursts open and three men whirl around in surprise
<Storyteller> "What the hell?"
<Erik> "Some people...always thinking with their weapons...(sighs)"
<Remy> "What's goin' on here?"
* Remy looks around
<Gerard> looks to where the screaming came from.
<Storyteller> "What does it look like?"
<Storyteller> There are two forges in the room, one holds a half forged woman.
<Remy> "My god!! Wha' are you doin'??"
<Storyteller> "We are working here! If you want something made come back tomorrow."
<Storyteller> "We're soul-forging you idiot!"
* Nachabe looks at the terrible act
* Gerard feels pity towards the woman.
<Gerard> "What did she do to deserve that fate?"
* Remy blinks in horror
<Storyteller> "Now, do you have an order to place or not!"
<Storyteller> "She is a thrall,"
* Erik sighs again..."Justice is never pretty..."
<Remy> "Hell no!"
<Remy> "You call dis a profession?"
* Remy shakes his head
<Storyteller> "Then please leave us to do our work!"
* Remy leaves, mumbling
<Nachabe> {Erik: "Doesen't that girl look like sam?"}
<Simon> "What about those swords you guys carry? Or that mask?"
* Gerard stares in disgust. "Slavery is a dirty lifestyle."
<Simon> "Better that the criminals and such be forged than they should make Oblivion stronger." <Remy> "I have never seen de process before."
<Erik> "No...not Sam...she can't be in Stygia..."
<Remy> "Oh, and these people are being forged because they are USELESS??"
<Remy> "What crime is dat?"
<Erik> "Guys, help me...we've got to rescue Sam..."
<Simon> "Drones, Criminals, Spectres..."
* Erik draws his sword
<Gerard> {Remy, why don't you beat up these guys like you did to the dock master.(Evil laugh)} <Remy> "Erik, that's not Sam."
<Simon> "Um. I just got here... but I doubt that Sam is here?"
* Gerard looks at Erik.
<Remy> <No! never again>
<Storyteller> Brianna grabs Erik, "It's not Sam!"
<Erik> "I warn you, soul forgers, if you do not leave that woman alone, I shall slay you all!"
<Erik> "What do you know?"
<Storyteller> "Oh shit, do you people mind?!"
* Gerard grabs Erik in a head lock, trying to get him out of the place.
<Remy> "Is that a rethorical question?"
* Erik tries desperately to get out of the headlock
* Nachabe helps them get him out of there
* Remy also helps
<Storyteller> One of the men walks over to the door, "Now come on before we become uncivil."
<Erik> "NOOOOOO!"
<Erik> "SAM!!!"
<Remy> "Hey, it's not Sam..."
<Simon> "Don't break the law in a forge..."
<Remy> "Look."
<Erik> "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW? YOU NEVER KNEW HER!"
<Remy> "I saw her."
<Nachabe> "We are leaving sirs, we are very sorry for this intrusion."
<Erik> "Seeing is not knowing."
<Remy> "It's enough to know what she look like."
* Gerard smacks Erik in the face, trying to knock some sense into him.
<Erik> "I will never forget this insult to me..."
<Erik> "Never."
<Simon> "Look if he wants to attack the forgers I say let him. I'm getting out of here."
* Simon heads for the door
<Remy> "You will thank us later, Erik. You'll see that she is alright."
<Nachabe> {Erik: Sam is O.K. now, I am with her...all is fine}
* Gerard watches Simon leave. "One of these days..."
* Simon turns
<Simon> "One of these days what?"
<Erik> (I'll get you for this pain, Shadow...heed my words)
<Nachabe> "come on, we have a job to do, lets do it and leave this foul place."
* Remy nods
<Simon> "Agreed. Let's go do our job."
<Gerard> "One of these days, you are going to leave a problem like this, and it will affect you dearly." <Simon> "Whatever."
<Storyteller> You all walk out of the forgers and it looks like the streets are bustling with wraiths <Storyteller> The streets are crowded and it's hard to stay together
* Nachabe trys to look for the hall of records
* Gerard follows Remy.
<Gerard> "Lead on."
<Storyteller> You pass many official looking buildings
* Erik follows Nach and Remy, with a look of pure anguish on his face
* Nachabe falls back and walks with Erik
* Simon gazes at the official buildings.
<Storyteller> The street winds into a park
<Nachabe> "Erik, I can see that you are troubled."
<Storyteller> In the middle of the park is a theater
<Nachabe> "The darkness was influencing your vision."
<Nachabe> "That was not your loved one."
<Erik> "Believe me, I know Sam."
<Erik> "And I know what I saw."
<Nachabe> "And so does the darkness......it is a part of you it knows your weaknesses and how to expolit them."
<Erik> "I think I'm in control, not my Shadow. I always make sure I am."
<Storyteller> There is a large crowd around the park, you can hear a dreamplay going on.
<Remy> "heh. So do I, but someone forgot to tell my shadow."
* Remy stops to listen
<Nachabe> "I know that you believe what you saw, but you are giving the darkness power over you.....when we get back we will check on Sam it will be the first thing that we do, I can assure
you that she is safe."
<Erik> "No Remy. I'm not like you. I AM in control."
<Storyteller> The dreamplay is what appears to be Shakespeare
<Storyteller> Romeo and Juliet
<Remy> "We are our own worst enemy, it seems."
* Erik turns away, unable to look at it
<Remy> "Let's wait till this play is over. We can ask for directions."
<Erik> "All right."
* Gerard sits to watch the play.
* Simon watches the play... reminded of high school lit class.
* Erik sits down and watches the play, absorbed by the classic tale of love turned tragic
* Nachabe sits and watches
* Remy wipes away a corporael tear
<Storyteller> The play is over in a few hours and the crowd shows it's pleasure
<Storyteller> in the craftsmanship of it
<Simon> "Neato."
<Storyteller> The audience get's up to leave
* Erik gets up
<Erik> "Well, Remy, time for you to help us find the Stygian Hall of Records."
* Remy sighs
* Nachabe gets up and begins to ask people which way to the hall of records
<Remy> "Yes, I suppose so."
* Remy does the same as Nachabe
<Storyteller> Not many people answer you as you ask
<Storyteller> Most seem to be ignoring you
<Storyteller> And others seem not know the answer
<Storyteller> Pretty soon the park is near empty, and still no answer
<Simon> "Hmm..."
* Remy scratches his head
<Storyteller> You notice a jeep driving down the road, it stops
<Storyteller> and let's out a passenger
<Erik>" Maybe we can find a patrol, and if they can't answer the question, Remy can
try to obliviate them like he did the harbor master."
* Remy glares at Erik
<Remy> "Was that suppose'd to be funny?"
<Storyteller> "oh well," you hear the wraith say as it leans into the Jeep, "The play is over, sir."
<Remy> "Do you know where de hall of Records is, good sir?"
* Erik closes his mouth before he can give another sarcastic remark
<Storyteller> "Goddamn meetings! I was looking forward to this!"
<Storyteller> You hear the passenger, in the back seat holler.
<Storyteller> The driver turns to you, "Excuse me?"
<Remy> "Do you know where de hall of Records is, good sir?"
<Storyteller> "Ummm," he says and turns to the passenger.
<Storyteller> "Sir, do you know where the Hall of Records is?"
<Storyteller> "What? Who wants to know," he says as he gets out of the jeep.
<Remy> "Remy LeClaire, on official business from the Necropolis of New York."
<Storyteller> The passenger is a tall man, in his late fifties. He is dressed in a United States millitary uniform, it has many metals upon it. you can barely make out the name on the paych.
<Remy> "An' the members of the 82nd Cohort."
<Storyteller> He extends his hand to Remy and shakes it.
* Remy grasps his hand and shakes it back
<Storyteller> "General George S. Patton Regent and Commander of the Emerald lord."

to be continued.