backdated: txt | @weirdshit (Closed Meeting)

[brosbeforeprose]

Greetings,

You might remember that there was a meeting with the thessyx a few days back. Captain Childe wanted to speak to their representatives, and you don't need me to tell you how important actually making friends with the original inhabitants of this place are, I'm sure.

I won't bore you with the little details - Balthier will just have to tell you himself whether or not he arm wrestled one of the thessyx - but let me tell you about the main points as I heard them from where I was.

[From where he was sitting at the actual table. Obviously implying he snuck in and therefore was not in this conversation is much more fun and importance-free.]

We got answers to some questions - the thessyx aren't shy about any of this, but if you're the shy sort, don't worry, I've got you.

First, as we all know, the shell was full of gifts for the "Children of the Leviathan". That seems to be us.

We, the Children of Leviathan, are the reason they finally came here. Their monarch sensed the psychic impression of the Children of the Leviathan hatching, and since the Children of the Leviathan are the chosen ones of the dragon, and they worship that dragon, they wanted to see us, the Children of the Leviathan, firsthand.

[The dramatic way he's saying Children of the Leviathan is not being expressed in voice-to-text, but it's fine. Repetition will have to do the work.]

Captain Childe wants to negotiate an alliance with the thessyx, and she's willing to let them have access to the basecamp to get it, with some restrictions. For example, no weapons.
But, it seems a lot like the thessyx's main interest with the basecamp isn't the crew, it's us. It'll be worth keeping that in mind in future, but right now, it means Her Captainship is offering to show the thessyx the set-up here, and it might mean they'll help us in return.

Balthier - human, voice like a thunderstorm seducing you, maybe you know him - mostly spoke for the hatchlings during the meeting. Don't worry, he was the perfect gentleman - and mostly steered the conversation back to Captain Childe to do the talking.
I think even without standing on a table and making an inspiring speech, sword held high in the air as a non-existence breeze ripples his shirt-sleeves as I know in my heart he's capable of, Balthier got us some goodwill with the woman in charge around here.

There wasn't exactly time for a Q&A back there, but if the thessyx told you something that's worth sharing, let us all know. If we can gather everything we have about them in one place, it'll help. I've got a few extras of my own as well.


[He has already hit Post before realising that Balthier's voice very definitely reminds him of a close friend...and if he ever told Fenris his voice sounded like a seductive thunderstorm, the broody elf would murder him.]

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[spalten]

[ interesting. so based on what he's reading here, there's not much the thessyx are offering for now other than titles and ... some measure of friendship. nothing coherent on the table. no demands. they came here after their monarch has sensed a sort of presence that alerted them to the 'children of the leviathan'? so they must be waiting for more signs. ]

They're quite the patient species, the Thessyx.

Why is the dragon important to them? Did they tell you?

Re: un. vidar

[portolan]

I reached the same conclusion. They speak psychically and I have no guess on their lifespan other than much longer than mine.

The dragon seems to have something to do with their religion. I believe they worship it, but I'm unclear on the details -- I don't know how long it's been dead, or what their psychic connection is to it. They said they felt our arrival.

[spalten]

[ 'they felt our arrival', 'they speak psychically' ... creepy ]

Haha, well. I hope that's something that's just within their own species. It'd be a strange thing to be monitored in ways we can't predict.

[portolan]

I'm not clear how much they are able to link with us. There's some concern that the strange dreams and lavender marks some hatchlings had were related to the thessyx.

Certainly something to keep an eye on.

[spalten]

I do recall that incident happening ... vaguely. That being said, it's hardly something to think on right now considering it raises more questions than anything else, and it's clear they're not inclined to talk much about themselves.

Which is fine, I suppose. We're in the friendship stage, there's plenty of ground to clear.

[portolan]

So long as the skies remain clear, I'm happy to keep engaging our guests. Not sure there's much else we can do right now.

[spalten]

Nice of you. We'll likely need to maintain channels, anyway.

Though it makes you wonder what else does this world have in store for us. Surely there are others beyond our little vegetable patch.

[portolan]

Enough to keep you up at night, isn't it? Though the luxury beds and excellent food are certainly doing their best to assist.

[spalten]

Well I can't really complain considering they've been good to me. But I do miss my own house.

[portolan]

Aye, and me my ship. And a good cup of tea.

[ And his partner in crime. But thinking about her still hurts too much. ]

[spalten]

You've a ship? Tell me about her.

[portolan]

[ Ahh, his ship. He actually hasn't talked about her at all since arriving. If they were in person and not on text he would probably monologue, something he's not actually that prone to doing. ]

Best in the skies, only one of her kind -- military prototype that was too expensive and too finicky to mass produce. I, ah, liberated her and my first mate and I upgraded her over the years. Nowhere she couldn't go -- fast, agile, roomy enough for the crew. And the most reliable chameleon clock in history. I'd wager the Strahl herself on that one.

She didn't make it through with me, but one of our two-seat speeders did.

You have a ship back home?

[spalten]

Sounds very charming. It'd be useful to have her around here - it's really too bad.

[ and, well. he does have a ship. he just can't call it his own anymore; he lost the right to that a long time ago.

so he'll talk about his work, instead. more safe. less personal. ]

I was part of a crew - a Skipjack-class battle ship of the Arianrhod fleet. Over 800 metres long, armed to the teeth. The commander is a good friend and mentor of mine.

[portolan]

That it would.

[ It would also be useful to have the crew around...And to have his closest companion here to deal with all of this. He's been handling himself fine; it's not like he doesn't have the ability. But when he isn't busy the loneliness sets in, and the chasm of loss he isn't ready to deal with but knows he will inevitably descend into. ]

Military? Active wars, or just patrols? Excellent luck being under that sort of commander.

[ Who knows. Maybe he'd have gone into research or stayed in the government or even joined the military if he'd had anything like a friend or mentor to work with. He'd found one, of course, in pirating. ]

[spalten]

Active wars. I don't live in a peaceful planet, unfortunately.

[portolan]

My sympathies. Wasn't a military man, but spent the last year or so trying to prevent one empire from swallowing nearby kingdoms.

[ He doesn't mention he was appointed to government and command of the empire at 16. Or that he ran away by 17. Or that he was the lost Queen's private escort as they fought back against the empire this past year. He's a humble pirate who wanted nothing to do with war and politics, and has no entirely processed just how much war and politics he's been doing lately. ]

[spalten]

Well, I don't recommend it. We certainly didn't get paid enough for it and morale is always in the pits.

There's some kind of distance one can afford to have as a man fighting to do what's right in a difficult world, only as themselves, without another behemoth telling them what should and shouldn't be. What can and can't be done.

[portolan]

You don't have to tell this deserter twice. I was on track to become an arm of the behemoth and couldn't live that way, though I know I was immensely lucky to have any option to escape my service.

Piracy also pays excellently, if you're any good at it. Which I certainly am.

[spalten]

It's good to have options. Even better if you can make use of it in any situation that demands your survival.

[portolan]

There's not much I'd give up having options for, truth be told.