An Interview with Faulkes by Tokhor
It was a misty evening when the illithid made his presence known in the realm. It made it easier for him to move about within the fog as well. He of all the Ithillids knew the risks of returning to the planes of mortals, but scrying would only glean so much. He waited behind a tree his hand reaching out now and an incantation coming from his mouth. (wherever that may be) He pulled at the weave and muttered the words of a soft sleeping spell to all the felines in the area about them. Waiting he watched as each cat had begun to suddenly get tired and then fall asleep. It was only then that he closed his eyes his projection walking out now in the fog towards the mage.
Faulkes Voronwe has been pulling weeds in his garden and watching the cats play when he noticed them slow down and eventually curl up together, sound asleep. He thought this was very odd since the two huge cats were generally bundles of energy... The mist closes in on him, and arcane energy washes over him; he started at the approach of something.... someone... and the horrible visage of an Illithid parts the fog and walks up to him. He hand goes to his only weapon: his Anthame.... Not meant to draw blood, but this was a reaction of fear. "What do you want?"
Tokhor: The illithid gave a grim smirk. What a simple question from a simple mortal. However, he could feel a great power within this one. Be it suppressed or locked away he knew he needed caution here. "I have come to gather certain information this evening. You have once touched the mind of one affected by my master it is only fitting he send me to you first." The glint of the illithids eyes watched him as he spoke of the distant memory for the elf. "I am not here to harm your feeble person yet. It is not in the designs that either of us face death this evening."
Faulkes Voronwe flips the anthame around in his hand, taking some comfort in its weight and feel. "I remember that incident; it's hard to forget such a dreamwalk as that. What makes you think you can garner any information from me if you do not wish to threaten me?"
Tokhor: "I don't need to threaten when you know exactly what I am capable of. If I do not gather the information I seek here, then I will seek it from less willing persons." He glanced around slightly " The mortal plane is vast after all and one such as yourself would hate to see that thrown terribly off balance and into dark chaos would you not?" He went to clasp his hand lightly behind him. It was a gesture that he really was here to talk, but it all depended on what information he might receive that determined how WELL the talk would go. "Tell me these Magisters that the Magician has in place and the mages of these realms. How in balance are they really together at the moment?"
Faulkes Voronwe's brow furrows, "That seems like privileged information. As far as anyone knows the Magisters and the Mages have no disputes to test the balance. The Three would unite to face any threat to our world and its magic. That is their purpose."
Tokhor: "If one were not to be there then this balance you speak of would not be present?" He moves a hand to stroke a tentacle. "Tell me about this eldrich knight I keep hearing about. What is his name?"
Faulkes Voronwe shrugs. "One of the Apprentices would come forward to take his or her place. The Magician doesn't take kindly to enemies destroying his minions. As for the Eldritch Knight, you have held him; you did not get his name then?"
Tokhor focused on him a bit more now " You call them minions you are not a fan?" he asked him pacing a bit before him. "I hear he has grown more from before. It would please me to know just how much more." He shook his head " I can glean that from another I suppose. Tell me more about yourself. I sense power in here as well as a want for knowledge yourself."
Faulkes Voronwe: "I am pledged to be loyal to the Magisters and what they represent; whether I like them or not is irrelevant. As for our Eldritch Knight, yes he has grown: confident, strong-willed, focused and stiff of neck. He is less fond of the Illithid than he was before." He gazes at the illithid's face and eyes trying to determine what it was thinking, and realized that what stood before him was nothing more than an illusion or projection. "And, as for me... I am still Sylvhara's Archmage; the title speaks of the power I hold, and the desire for knowledge." The Mage feels disinclined to tell the Illithid his life's story.
Tokhor: He gave a bit of a laugh, "Archmage then." The voice didn't come from the projection however it came from behind the elf. "Then perhaps proper introductions are in order. I am the highest mage of my order as well. It is only fitting that I know my adversaries and you can have the pleasure of being one of the few to see me fully as I am without death." This was the full Ithillid now speaking behind him his voice was a tad bit deeper now and the feel of arcane spilled from him as though the wind could blow it away at a moments notice. "Tell me how an elf such as you gained power such as this upon the mere realm of mortals?"
Faulkes Voronwe quickly turns away to the sound of the voice and just as quickly turns back. He reaches out, mentally, to locate the voice's true source. "I suppose I should feel honored, but we will see what comes of this encounter. I gained my power the way any mortal would: through hard work, study and practice. And, by experiencing the worlds by the touch of magic."
Tokhor: The illithid could only laugh. "You mortals try too hard." His eyes bore down on Faulkes now as he stepped but a hair closer. " The mental search would tell him this was indeed the illithid before him in the flesh. As he examined him, he almost seems to smile his tentacle twitched and moved towards him. "Such power you would make such a lovely host for my projects. It is sad the lives of elves are but too short even so."
Faulkes Voronwe flinches away from the waving tentacles, and perspiration begins to trickle down the back of his neck. "My life is plenty long for this world, and you would not find me such a willing host as your metal soldiers... or your fleshly slaves."
Tokhor: He tilted his head back and made what would have been a cackling noise. "The metal soldiers are only willing because they do not know better. You will not know better. One day Arch-Mage." The tentacle wiggles again at him. "One day all will serve willingly or not."
Faulkes Voronwe takes a step back. "But, not today." He slashes an arc through the air between them with the anthame and draws a handful of threads from the Weave. "Begone! This conversation is over."
Tokhor: The illithid screeched loudly in his mind and leaped backward. "So be it archmage but I will be back!" He laughs and vanishes in a puff of black smoke before him.
Faulkes Voronwe has been pulling weeds in his garden and watching the cats play when he noticed them slow down and eventually curl up together, sound asleep. He thought this was very odd since the two huge cats were generally bundles of energy... The mist closes in on him, and arcane energy washes over him; he started at the approach of something.... someone... and the horrible visage of an Illithid parts the fog and walks up to him. He hand goes to his only weapon: his Anthame.... Not meant to draw blood, but this was a reaction of fear. "What do you want?"
Tokhor: The illithid gave a grim smirk. What a simple question from a simple mortal. However, he could feel a great power within this one. Be it suppressed or locked away he knew he needed caution here. "I have come to gather certain information this evening. You have once touched the mind of one affected by my master it is only fitting he send me to you first." The glint of the illithids eyes watched him as he spoke of the distant memory for the elf. "I am not here to harm your feeble person yet. It is not in the designs that either of us face death this evening."
Faulkes Voronwe flips the anthame around in his hand, taking some comfort in its weight and feel. "I remember that incident; it's hard to forget such a dreamwalk as that. What makes you think you can garner any information from me if you do not wish to threaten me?"
Tokhor: "I don't need to threaten when you know exactly what I am capable of. If I do not gather the information I seek here, then I will seek it from less willing persons." He glanced around slightly " The mortal plane is vast after all and one such as yourself would hate to see that thrown terribly off balance and into dark chaos would you not?" He went to clasp his hand lightly behind him. It was a gesture that he really was here to talk, but it all depended on what information he might receive that determined how WELL the talk would go. "Tell me these Magisters that the Magician has in place and the mages of these realms. How in balance are they really together at the moment?"
Faulkes Voronwe's brow furrows, "That seems like privileged information. As far as anyone knows the Magisters and the Mages have no disputes to test the balance. The Three would unite to face any threat to our world and its magic. That is their purpose."
Tokhor: "If one were not to be there then this balance you speak of would not be present?" He moves a hand to stroke a tentacle. "Tell me about this eldrich knight I keep hearing about. What is his name?"
Faulkes Voronwe shrugs. "One of the Apprentices would come forward to take his or her place. The Magician doesn't take kindly to enemies destroying his minions. As for the Eldritch Knight, you have held him; you did not get his name then?"
Tokhor focused on him a bit more now " You call them minions you are not a fan?" he asked him pacing a bit before him. "I hear he has grown more from before. It would please me to know just how much more." He shook his head " I can glean that from another I suppose. Tell me more about yourself. I sense power in here as well as a want for knowledge yourself."
Faulkes Voronwe: "I am pledged to be loyal to the Magisters and what they represent; whether I like them or not is irrelevant. As for our Eldritch Knight, yes he has grown: confident, strong-willed, focused and stiff of neck. He is less fond of the Illithid than he was before." He gazes at the illithid's face and eyes trying to determine what it was thinking, and realized that what stood before him was nothing more than an illusion or projection. "And, as for me... I am still Sylvhara's Archmage; the title speaks of the power I hold, and the desire for knowledge." The Mage feels disinclined to tell the Illithid his life's story.
Tokhor: He gave a bit of a laugh, "Archmage then." The voice didn't come from the projection however it came from behind the elf. "Then perhaps proper introductions are in order. I am the highest mage of my order as well. It is only fitting that I know my adversaries and you can have the pleasure of being one of the few to see me fully as I am without death." This was the full Ithillid now speaking behind him his voice was a tad bit deeper now and the feel of arcane spilled from him as though the wind could blow it away at a moments notice. "Tell me how an elf such as you gained power such as this upon the mere realm of mortals?"
Faulkes Voronwe quickly turns away to the sound of the voice and just as quickly turns back. He reaches out, mentally, to locate the voice's true source. "I suppose I should feel honored, but we will see what comes of this encounter. I gained my power the way any mortal would: through hard work, study and practice. And, by experiencing the worlds by the touch of magic."
Tokhor: The illithid could only laugh. "You mortals try too hard." His eyes bore down on Faulkes now as he stepped but a hair closer. " The mental search would tell him this was indeed the illithid before him in the flesh. As he examined him, he almost seems to smile his tentacle twitched and moved towards him. "Such power you would make such a lovely host for my projects. It is sad the lives of elves are but too short even so."
Faulkes Voronwe flinches away from the waving tentacles, and perspiration begins to trickle down the back of his neck. "My life is plenty long for this world, and you would not find me such a willing host as your metal soldiers... or your fleshly slaves."
Tokhor: He tilted his head back and made what would have been a cackling noise. "The metal soldiers are only willing because they do not know better. You will not know better. One day Arch-Mage." The tentacle wiggles again at him. "One day all will serve willingly or not."
Faulkes Voronwe takes a step back. "But, not today." He slashes an arc through the air between them with the anthame and draws a handful of threads from the Weave. "Begone! This conversation is over."
Tokhor: The illithid screeched loudly in his mind and leaped backward. "So be it archmage but I will be back!" He laughs and vanishes in a puff of black smoke before him.