Before starting/continuing a storyline here describe the part of Garic you are in.
The residences of Gamis and Mirielle and Kywyn and NaShae are presently posted to via this thread.
For situations outside the city, refer to the Beyond the Walls - Countryside thread.
[The (1) in the title refers to this thread's status as the first Elsewhere thread on the new boards. To review the previous thread, go here.
There are guards around the manor at strategic locations, and they seem alert, but not unusually so.
.oO(I may be able to get in, but not without great risk. I can't take the chance that they'll keep Dak safe if I do something foolish.)
*calls out to the others*
.oO(Verinal. My father has Dakarai. I'm outside his house, but I need help. I know you can't, but can you suggest anyone?? All the ones I would normally ask have been sent out of town.)
.oO(He sent a messenger to me. But I haven't tried to speak to him myself. I doubt I'd have much luck with that solution anyway.)
*watches the house closely, moving around it, but trying to stay in shadows so she isn't noticed*
Although NaShae continues observing the house, she sees nothing unusual going on.
.oO(I told you he sent a messenger. He wants me to go back to my childhood home. So he can secure his powerbase and reputation. And he's willing to use a child, and even hint, at least, at killing him, to further his goals.
*continues watching*
The only solutions I can come up with are breaking in, but I doubt I would get even close to wherever Dak is. Or going back to my childhood home and appealing to my mother and the other nobles. But both are risky to Dak if my father finds out about either.
*shakes her head*
Would you be alright with my leaving town? It may be a while. But I think it may be my only chance to keep my father from Dak..... Unless I went to a Lord of the City. Of course, there's only one left in town.
*frowns*[/FONT]
NaShae continues her watching of the house, Alissa following and copying her movements.
.oO(I think... maybe a week to get there. A lot less if I rented a horse. But I couldn't tell you how long it would take to finish business there. Elves usually don't make quick decisions and then there's however long it would take to get an audience. But hopefully I won't have to wait for that.
I'd still need to gather a few supplies and some companions. As I said before, most of the people I would trust on this are off fighting the orcs.)
*thinks the last with a hint of accusation, but quickly shakes her head to rid herself of that*
It might be better to find the messenger and say you're ready to throw yourself on your father's mercy. Presumably he has a plan in place for that contingency.
.oO(He might. Um, but, um. I was a little angry when I saw him last. And told him that I wouldn't. And...I, um, slashed with my dagger?
*the last is thought in a small, almost whispered, child-like tone*
Maybe simple knocking on the door will work? )
*has the grace for her thoughts to sound embarrassed, now that she's had time to think about her actions*
*Brodda and the boys enter through the gates without a second glance from the guards as she sings. They head for Natala's shop, however the walk from the fields outside must have taken longer than was thought it might, as the sun already is settling behind the hills. Brodda looks at the fading light in the sky.*
"Mayhaps we had betterr delay ourr visit teh Miss Natala ferr anotherr day, fella's. Look, night is fast apprroachin'. We shoould get teh business, eh?"
*Silently, Shad and Bedne nod as they unobtrusively change direction.*
[to the Guardhouse]
*Brodda leads the brothers to the Lawyer's Guild and knocks on the door, hoping that someone is still inside.*
.oO(What do Ah do if he's not herre? Take the cup home? Afterr seein' what its done teh Kenna, it gives meh the willies. Ah'd rratherr not keep it in my own posession. But -- if Chandl's not herre, what choice do Ah have but teh keep it and brring it back in the morrnin'?)
"Helloo. Is Doctorr Chandl in still by any chance?"
What, again? Wazzhe not at his house? I alreaddy toldjezz he'zzz gone homeferthenight.
"Arre yeh feelin' all rright, lad?"
*She looks up to Bedne then Shad, then turns barely perctibly narrowed eyes on the boy.*
"We've not been herre beforre this evenin', lad. Did Doctorr Chandl have otherr visitorrs herre lookin' ferr him afterr he left ferr home?"
points in a vague manner behind him
Challlis Park East. Real big house. Can't muss .. er missit. Nightie missie. I'm going to go back and get some sleep.
squints at Brodda
But you're cute. If you wanna anythinelse, don't hesi.. hesi.. erm come-a-righton by.
He shuts the door rather more forcefully than he meant to. Right after the door shuts, Brodda hears a dull *THUD* and the sound of person scraping against wood, losing a barely put up fight to stand up. He's going to have a rough morning. Considerably rougher when his superiors find out...
.oO(Ah doon't look like 'him' who?)
*She turns around and glances at her surroundings as she puts her thoughts in order. Then she looks up at the brothers and smiles.*
"Looks like we'll be visitin' Doctorr Chandl at home tonight!"
*With the directions given her, she leads the way to Challis Park East and to the biggest house there. When not talking, she hums.*
"Ah! This must be the place!"
*She stands on the street and looks up at the house.*
The fire-brigade seems to be going at a snail's pace, but that's only Brodda's oncoming sense of despair.
In actuality, the fire is dying down and the house will be saved and the fellow approaching her and her companions in an indigo brocade bathrobe is in fact none other than Freis Chandl. He is frustrated, slightly panick stricken and deeply, deeply angry. His voice is stone calm as he speaks to her, but his accent is now thick as Brodda's.
Brutta! I em glat you're here! Mercer undt a bant of brigands broke in-to ze house, tied me up and tried to burn it down.
Originally posted by NaShae
*blushes*
.oO(He might. Um, but, um. I was a little angry when I saw him last. And told him that I wouldn't. And...I, um, slashed with my dagger?
*the last is thought in a small, almost whispered, child-like tone*
Maybe simple knocking on the door will work? )
*has the grace for her thoughts to sound embarrassed, now that she's had time to think about her actions*
Verinal I expect your father knows you well enough to be unsurprised at your behaviour. I'll watch you from here. What are you going to do with the little girl that's following you about?
Alissa crouches behind NaShae, looking around worriedly
.oO(No. No no nononono! Not again!)
*She begins to run towards the house.*
"Chandllllllll!" she cries out in despair until she sees him alive and unharmed. She hurries to him, checking for hidden injuries as he speaks to her. At the mention of Mercer, her eyes burn as bright as the burning house.*
"Merrrrcerrrr! Again! We've got teh stop him! Beforre he burrns the entirre city doown!"
*She looks up at Fries then looks for a place for him to rest.*
"Come overr herre, Doctorr, sit doown. Firrst thing's firrst. Arre yeh hurrt?"
*She turns to Bedne and Shad asking if they wouldn't mind lurking around to be sure no one else is lurking around.*
"And Ah'll take the package."
*She takes the cup and thanks them for their help before they go off searching the area.*
*She tucks the cup quickly beneath her cloak as its handed to her and tends to Chandl.*
.oO(I'm not sure. I'll try to get her to stay, but I don't know if she will.)
*turns to Alissa and whispers*
I'm just going to confront my father. My best chance is to get home and appeal to the nobles and my mother. I may be gone a very long time. You may be able to come with, but you'd likely miss Hermy coming home. And both our husbands would have no way of knowing where we are.[/FONT]
Thank you,
I ...
HELP! He's getting away!! Brodda!
Brodda and Chandl catch up quickly to Bedne and Shad, who are facing two rather large thugs. Faintly in the distance, Brodda can make out Mercer, heading in the direction of the East Gate of the city.
Chandl: I'm unarmed
Bedne throws him a dagger and pulls out a heavy chain for himself.
Shad, who has a short sword, takes a swing at the one nearest him. He slices the air. Thug A slices back at Shad while Thug B looks to make sure Mercer is getting away okay.
Initiative order: Shad, Thugs, Brodda, Chandl, Bedne
"Merrrcerrr!!!!"
*Grateful that she had grabbed her axe before leaving the house earlier that day, she takes off after him, full ahead.*
"Ahhh yeh woon't be gettin' away with it this time, laddie!"
*As she runs, she skillfully removes her axe from its place at her side, holding it just beneath the great head.*
"Rrrrun, yeh theif and cowarrd!"
[once she reaches him, if she does this round, she will slide the handle of the axe through her hand, grasping the end and swinging it towards Mercer's knees]
Brodda, you can't take him alone! He's a wizard! Help Bedne and me bag these two and we'll catch up to him! I think I know where he's going!
Brodda doesn't turn around in time to see how the battle is going.
"Ah can't let 'im get away!"
*She stops and looks in despair as Mercer disappears.*
.oO(Augh! Ah almoost 'ad 'im!)
*Suddenly the sound of the brawl behind her rushes to her ears and she turns and speeds back, striking first to protect Chandl from any attackers.*
Bedne has the other thug tangled in his chain and knocks him to the ground punching furiously. Chandl stabs at the thug, but his hand is shaky and doesn't do a lick to the armour.
The thug slices at Chandl and scrapes his ear before turning his attention to his fallen comrade.
"Arrrrgh!"
"Where is your father? I... I don't want to miss Hermy coming home, of course, but we could leave them notes. And I won't let you go alone, he might hit you."
"He paid us to slow them down, not get ourselves killed! Untangle yourself and come on!"
Shad stands down, not wanting to attack a surrendering foe. Bedne loosens his grip on the chain slightly, but doesn't appear to want to let him go free just yet.
I think he may be in the house we're watching, but I'm not actually sure. The place he lives, where I grew up, is very far away and I'm fairly sure that I'll have to go there to get this matter resolved.
*thinks for a moment*
We could leave them notes, possibly a map as well, but I'd like to do this as soon as possible.
*frowns*
I'm not even sure that you'll be allowed to come with me, but I'm willing to try. Let's head back to the apartment and leave a note.
*stands and hurries to the apartment*
*once there, Shae tries her best to draw a crude map, with some directions to her childhood home*
*at the bottom of the map, she writes a note*
Beloved,
My father has taken Dak and I've gone with him, hopefully to get our son back. I've drawn the map and given you directions in case you want to join me there. Hopefully, I will be on my way back with Dakarai by the time you get home.
Alissa has gone with me. Please tell Hermy where his wife has gone.
I love you. And I'll be back as soon as I am able.
Shae
*lays the note on the table and takes some clothes, making sure she has her weapons*
Take anything you think you need, Alissa. We'll be gone a while.
*once they are ready, heads back out to the ambassador's house and walks to the front door*
*knocks and waits, nervously, knowing that her plan isn't much of a chance, but she doesn't have any other good ideas*
*she suddenly feels lonely, wishing Kywyn were here to help her*
.oO(Even thinking is harder without him around to compare ideas and plans.)[/FONT]
"You're a princess, Hermy says, so just tell them I'm your maid. Princesses never go anywhere without a maid."
She takes NaShae's pack and carries it for her, with a wink.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt Dakarai. And we'll get him back."
At the ambassador's house, a servant answers the door and bows courteously to NaShae while the guards watch surreptitiously.
"May I help you, miss?"
"Let him goo, Bedne. He's just a hirred thug, too cowarrdly teh be of any rreal dangerr teh anyone. Look at 'im -- 'e's terrrified. 'E'll likely go hoome, be grrateful that 'e's alive, and, if'n 'e's smarrt at all, 'e'll wake up in the morrnin' and look ferr a new line o' werrk."
.oO(Heh. Mebbe 'e'll take up brrewin' as 'is new carrreerrr! :D )
Greetings, I am NaShae Ch'radryn. I'm here to see the ambassador. I believe he'll want to see me.
I bet you anything he's figured out where we were and thinks we're still there. Which means he's headed to Westwaters! If we ride hard, we could catch up with him tonight, possibly early tomorrow. Westwaters isn't that far. We'll have to borrow a couple of horses from the stables. Sir, can you pay for those horses for us?
Chandl: Certainly.
They arrive at a stables and Shad works furiously on the knots to untie three horses for himself, Bedne, and Brodda.
*softly*
"Doon't drrop meh, girrl. Yeh be nice teh Brrodda and yeh'll get soome nice rrewarrds frrom meh."
*She smiles nicely at the horse. Once Shad has helped her into the saddle on the mare's back, he adjusts the stirrups as best he can for her. Brodda pets her neck and follows the brothers.*
"Would you care to step into the reception room, Miss Ch'radryn?"
After NaShae is settled in a chair, the servant steps out, and another enters with tea for NaShae. Alissa, standing meekly behind NaShae, has seemingly acquired the invisibility all servants possess, and is ignored.
*she impatiently waits, working hard on keeping her composrure and not fidgiting, with minimal success*
*she looks around the room, trying to remember items or features in the room*
"Lady Ch'radryn, how delightful to meet you. Your beauty exceeds even your father's lavish praise. I am Lord Aerandir Calaelen."
Bending over NaShae's hand, his lips brush lightly against her knuckles, but his hand holds hers for a moment longer.
Greetings, Lord Calaelen. I have actually come here because of my father. Is he in town? Or still in Ennorath? I have some business to attend with him. And I was hoping that you would be able to help me find him.
"I'm sorry, my dear, he is indeed still in Ennorath. Perhaps I can be of some assistance? I assure you, you will find me quite... eager to help."
He hesitates a moment.
"Perhaps your parents mentioned the possibility of, er, our houses being joined?"
No, they didn't. As it is, I haven't spoken with my parents for over a turn of seasons.
*shakes her head*
No matter how eager you are, I doubt you can help me.
*takes a deep breath and manages a polite mask*
*stands to leave*
Thank you for your time, Lord Calaelen.
*stops and tilts her head*
I sincerely hope you have nothing to do with my father's plans. It's my opinion that he has nothing of your, or your house's, best interest at heart.
If you are involved in his plans, I recommend you remove yourself from them as quickly as possible. It will save you a great deal of trouble in the future.
*turns to Alissa*
We'll be leaving now.
*nods once again to Lord Calaelen*
It was a pleasure meeting you.
"If you have not spoken with your parents in so long, I'm surprised you venture any opinion at all regarding their intentions towards me and my house. Naturally I'm involved in your father's plans, though, as I am his ambassador to this city."
He bows to NaShae.
"Thank you for visiting. I'm delighted to see that your beauty was not exagerrated, and I look forward to the day we are joined. I'll mention your visit in my next report."
I am sure that I know my father's motivations better than you may.
*leaves the house, quickly walking away and taking her pack from Alissa*
*hisses*
Arrogant bastard! How dare he?? How dare either of them??
*shakes her head*
We'll have to go to Ennorath on our own.
.oO(Verinal? Any suggestions?)
We'll need food and possibly a few more supplies. Maybe we can find someone else in town who can go with us.
[ooc: what time is it?? night??][/FONT]
[to LLI p1]
*walks with Alissa to the apartment*
Do you think that two horses would be enough? I guess we should get three, though. Do you know how to ride?
*opens the apartment and steps inside, setting her things down*
.oO(Verinal, has the teacher been made aware of the situation?)
*sits at the table and writes on a paper*
- horses
- saddlebags
- saddles
- bits and bridles
- feed
*shows Alissa the list*
Is there anything else??[/FONT]
Alissa looks over the list.
"Well, horses have to be brushed, and their feet -- er, hooves -- cleaned. And we'll need blankets and such."
Verinal Yes, Atara, your teacher knows you won't be back for a while. However, that ambassador didn't look terribly repulsive. Had you considered playing along with their scheme? It would place you very conveniently in the Palace.
I'll write that down.
*frowns, slightly as she writes*
.oO(No, Verinal. That is not an option.)
*from the 'tone' Shae uses, she won't debate the point or even think about it any longer*
*looks up to Alissa*
You should get some sleep. We need to be ready to go early.
*picks up Kywyn's pillow and the lion doll and curls into the chair, tears roll down her face for a long time until she finally drifts off*[/FONT]
"It's morning."
Thank you.
*gets dressed in her old leather pants and one of her new tops, then picks up her things*
Let's go get the horses, then Amarandios.
*puts on her cloak and pack*
*once ready, they head out*
[to Market p1]
*spotting a stall near the gate, she walks in and looks around, trying to find the owner*
She spots NaShae and Alissa and walks over, briskly.
"How may I help you, then?"
Greetings, I was wondering about renting three horses. How much would that be? We'll be gone for more than a week, would renting be even possible?
*thinks for a moment*
If you'd rather, I could buy three of them from you for the trip, then sell them back when we return. If you have a concern about the time we'll be gone.
"Three, for more than a week? I'll need to have a security, in case you don't make it back, or the horses or their gear are damaged."
She pulls a small abacus from a shelf and flicks the beads.
"Two hundred fifty gold deposit, and when you return I'll take three gold per day from that and give you whatever's left over, less the cost of anything damaged, of course."
That sounds more than fair. This includes everything we'll need, correct?? Saddles, saddlebags, feed?? Or with there be any extra?
*hands her the gold*
She counts the money NaShae gives her, and jots it down on a receipt.
Will that also be taken out or will I have to pay ahead for that as well??
And which horses will we be taking??
She walks as she talks and points out three horses to NaShae.
"These are all gentle horses. Your hands don't look callused, like an experienced rider..."
For the feed, yes.
*looks over the horses*
They're lovely animals.
*shakes her head*
No, I don't ride often, but I have done it before. Just usually with thick gloves to protect my hands.
*reaches out to pet the horse*
They have names??
*shakes her head slightly*
We must get going soon.
*starts getting the horses ready and packing away the feed*
"That one is Buttercup, and the others are Binky and Filbert."
Alissa silently helps with the horses, grateful for the time she spent with Ginger.
*nods once to the woman*
Thank you again.
*leaves the stables and heads to the Church*
We'll get you a crossbow and some extra bolts just after we pick up Amarandios.
*leads the horses through the streets, staring straight ahead*
[to CoA p1]
.oO(Yep! That was much betterr and moore satisfying than stabbin' him in the knees!) :D
"Let's get him to the guarrdhoouse and turrn him in. They can find medical help ferr him if they choose."
*The brothers soberly agree.*
[to The Guardhouse]
"Ah need teh find Chandl now. He's prrobably at the guild alrready since his hoouse was burrned down. Yeh'rre welcome teh coome with meh if yeh like. Ah'm surre he woould like teh thank yeh ferr yeh'rre help in rretrrievin' the cup. Will yeh coome?"
They head along to the Lawyer's Guild and Chandl himself opens the door, looking as cheerful as usual
Ah, Brotta! Come in! Come to my office; it's a little messy, as I'm staying here for a few days until my house is repaired. The damage, fortunately, was not extensive at all.
He continues to talk while they enter his office
Now, have a seat. Are these your lockpicks? About the cup, it's an artifact called the Vampyr's Grail. Several of them were made, but the gist of the effects, from what I could understand of the Mages' jumble, is that it slowly turns you into a vampire while driving you mad at the same time. In exchange for your physical stamina, you get some added physical strength, temporarily. That stamina is lost if you ever stop drinking blood.
This clenches the case for us, I hope. If Kenna can be healed by one of the churches, then I'm sure we can get her acquitted on the grounds that she had no idea what this thing was.
Now about Mercer. Tell me all about it. What have you found out?
.oO(Oooh! Terrible!)
*When Chandl asks about Mercer, Brodda grins.*
"He's not feelin' too well at the moment." :D
*She tells him about the chase and capture of Mercer, including his attempt to kill them and his attempts at bribing the brothers*
"And he's still blamin' poor ol' Zan ferr his fatherr's death."
*As she speaks she feels a slight sensitivity on her left shoulder. She shrugs it off and looks at Shad, then at Bedne, and finally back to Chandl.*
"I'll get mine to yeh laterr tehday then."
Are these your lockpicks?
"Aye, these arre meh lockpicks, and, Ah hoope, new frriends. Doctorr Chandl, Ah'd like yeh teh meet Bedne and Chad Greycloak."
*She smiles*
"They werre quite helpful in rretrrieving the cup. We neverr discussed prrice, but they shoould be adequately compensated."
[to Mrs. Weatherby's]
.oO(Where is he? He should have been here by now.)
Closing the curtain again, he sits back. Time passes, he taps his fingers against the table. Finally an hour later another man enters the bar and heads for the booth.
"You are late. Problems?"
The new arrival dress in dark leathers, has a worried look on his face. Rensin peeks out the curtain first, looking to see if anyone has followed him, then looks back to Daron, "It is dangerous enough with them, let alone meeting with you. I don't want to end up like Chathor."
Daron nods, but looking him straight in the eyes, "I know. But Chathor is what I wanted to talk to you about. I would like to at least try to figure out, who told the Strikers what he was doing, and who killed him."
Rensin calms a little, but there is noticable sweat on him brow. "He was my friend ya know. I want the people that did this also. But it is going to take some time. I have a lead on someone that might get us some of that though. But he'll want to meet you in person."
Daron nods again, then holds his hand as a boot on wood noise of someone entering the bar echos through the place. Peering out, it looks to be just one of the market sellers taking a break. "Fine. But he better not think I'll meet him unarmed. I'm not going to just walk into a trap. And if it is, you are the first person I'm coming after when I get out of it."
Wiping his brow with one of his thin arms, Rensin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, "I know, I know. Not like I don't have enough to worry about. I'll make arrangements. But this could take a couple days."
"Well then you should get started then, shouldn't you." Daron, and exits the booth heads towards the back of the bar to and exit there.
.oO(Rensin. I can't help but wonder if he is on the up and up.)
Out the back of the bar, the alleyway is darkened even more, by the various buildings hiding it from the sun.
Daron starts for the nearest end when two men emerge from behind crates in front of him. Turning the other direction, three more move up from the other end, all of them are wearing leather armor, except a taller man in the middle in studded leather, and a large cloak covering his left arm. He steps forward, "You shouldn't have come her Haldar. And you shouldn't have started up your hunt for Striker again."
Daron slowly shifts his cloak, giving him easier access to his sword, "I suppose not, but I just couldn't leave this job unfinished. I suppose you are the same one that killed Chathor, and Rensin is the one that ratted him out."
The man laughes, nudging one of his fellows beside him, "Very good Haldar. Yeah it was me. And after we finished you off, we won't need that rat Rensin anymore either."
With a shift of his arm, a small crossbow in his left hand, points at Daron and fires, striking him in the shoulder. The other four draw out various short blades and run forward towards Daron.
Staggering back a bit, Daron quickly draws his sword and swings out at the closest on of the men, but just as he is about to strike, a wave of dizziness and pain wash over him.
.oO(Poison!)
Struggling to swing his sword, Daron staggers, the remaining light in the allyway darkening in his eyes, just as the 4 close and strike. Daron continues to fight as the light dims.
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A little bit later
Carrying a full bucket of dirty water, a cook at the Tavern, opens the alleyway door to dump it out. Just as his steps out to toss the water he sees several bodies in the middle of a bloody alleyway, just outside the door.
Dropping the bucket he runs back in yelling. The others in the bar all come out to look, staring at the dead men on the ground. One of the patrons, run for the nearest guard post.
Those remaining start to check to see if anyone is alive. The bartender turning over one of the bodies, seeing a distinctive griffin broach on his cloak.
With a shift of his arm, a small crossbow in his left hand, points at Daron and fires, striking him in the shoulder. The other four draw out various short blades and run forward towards Daron.
Staggering back a bit, Daron quickly draws his sword and swings out at the closest on of the men, but just as he is about to strike, a wave of dizziness and pain wash over him.
.oO(Poison!)
Struggling to swing his sword, Daron staggers, the remaining light in the allyway darkening in his eyes, just as the 4 close and strike. Daron continues to fight as the light dims....
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The world is a blur around him is a blur. Two men closing from in front of him and behind him. Swinging out; there is a slight resistance, then a give and the blade strikes true, finally a tug as the man pulls away an off the blade.
.oO(I need my shield for this!)
"Arrrhhh!!" Fire races through his side, a puncture in his side bleeds freely. Kicking out behind him, then spinning around and cutting down; his cut nearly seperating the mans head from his shoulders.
"Thump!" Another crossbow bolt strikes him from behind this time. Grabbing at it, he tears it out, hoping to lessen any poison that may be on it.
The two holding swords stand cautiously. This time one on each side of him, prodding in, testing his defenses. The man with the crossbow pulling back on its string to reload it.
A dizzy spell his him again as he readies him self for the next attack. A shortsword moves in, in front of him, but instead of just blocked, it is batted quickly, then the blades reverses and strikes back up toward the owners throat. Staggering back and dropping the short sword the owner clutches his throat, slowly sinking to the ground.
The other partner takes opportunity though and is rewarded with a red slash across his quarry's back.
Edging around and now testing his opponent not vise versa, he batters at his sword, and circles, another bolt flies in, just as he batters at the shortsword and his foe's side. Steppin left, hhis foe moves into the bolt and is struck in the back, clutching at the bolt, before falling to the ground.
Facing the man with the crossbow, he raises his sword ready to charge his foe. The crossbow drops to the ground with a clatter, its owner disappearing out the other end.
Taking a few steps in the direction of the Tavern door, the darkness grows to think, and the waves of dizziness, and blood loss take their toll and he falls to the ground.
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Daron wakes up yelling, "Noooo!" Flailing about in his better, as if he is in battle. A young acolyte runs over quickly. She ties to push him back down in to bed and and trying to calm him, "Calm down Sir Haldar. Calm down. You are safe."
His fury spent, Daron collapses again, waking shortly, seeing on of the temple priests and the acolyte standing over him, Daron looks around asking, "Where am I? What happened?" Before remembering the fight, and a guard commanding to get him to the temple of the Mother.
The priest sits beside him, feeling his forehead before speaking, "You've had a nasty experience, but you'll recover just fine."
Trying to sit, Daron winces, before lying back down. Now, now Sir Haldar, you still need your rest. Please stay in bed, while your wounds mend.
Nodding, Daron slips back into a restful sleep of healing, while the priests smiles at the acolyte as she wipes down his brow with a damp cold cloth.
*Brodda steps out into the late afternoon light and turns towards the market.*
.oO(Yeh, knoow, Ah keep ferrgettin' teh get supplies ferr meh spells, too. Now woould be a good time teh visit Natala's. Ah've seen it often enoough, but with all meh rrunnin' arroound, ah've neverr foound time teh goo in.)
[to NMS]
"Tharokke need to look more impressive if Tharokke do Mothers work. Have not shaved yet today. Look scruffy."
Tharokke runs a hand across the stubble on his legs.
"Should oil too,."
Tharokke hurries to a barbershop and slaps the propriater on the rear.
"Tharokke on mission for Mother, need a shave."
The propriater eyes him carefully.
"I can see that. Do you want me to thin out those eyebrows while I'm at it? I won't charge any more then I would for just the beard."
Tharokke looks confused.
"Eyebrows fine, shave everything else Need to be smooth for Mother."
The barber swallows.
"Everything else?"
"Not head hair. Tharokke look bad bald."
The barber swallows again.
"Start with feet, then work up."
"Good. Tharokke feel smooth as baby. Tharokke come back soon to shave again."
The barber swallows hard as Tharokke hands over a few coins.
"Now must go get shined."
The half orc leaves the shop and heads for his soup stall, he reaches into a pot and scrapes out some old pig grease.
After sniffing it, Tharokke smiles.
"Not only look good for Mother, smell good too."
He begins to rub the fat over his body until he glistens.
Once he is all oiled up, he grabs his club and strolls back into the market.
"Must find other half orcs who need to see light."
He hefts his club over his shoulder and begins patroling the market.
He stops a passing elf.
"Hey girlilie-man, Tharokke looking for other half orcs like Tharokke."
"Well not like Tharokke, no one as studly as Tharokke, Tharokke looking for regular halforcs."
The elf hurries away without responding.
Tharokke rubs his head.
"Her must be overcome with desire. Takes brave woman not to run in terrot from Tharokkes good looks. Or brave man. Hard to tell with elfs."
Tharokke presses on through the crowds.
After some time Kai makes his way out of the slums using the alleyways. Kai stops and stares at a shabby building
Marina...
*clenches his fist*
Turns and dashes into a dark alley hidden from eyes that may spot him
The dark figure speeds down the alley, finally slowing down at a familiar building, the Nobody's Inn. Kai emerges from the shadows and scans the building. He quickly makes his way up to the roof of the building next door to the inn. Crouching, he places his scarf over his face and watches over the building the movements of anybody going inide or out
[Before Sunrise]
Kai rises and makes his descent down the building. From there Kai walks down the alley, towards the Slums. Upon entering the shabby part of town, Kai begins a search for a suitable place to rest. Entering an abandoned building he leans against the wall in the corner and slids down it to a sitting position. With a dagger in his hand, Kai begins to doze off, waking up often to the slightest noise
Standing up, Kai stretches and puts his dagger away. Taking the backdoor of the abandoned building, Kai makes his way back to the Nobody's Inn. He quickly scales the next door building to the rooftop, where he crouches low and watches the Nobodys Inn
[Nobody's Inn]
"Welp.. here's this city... "
Not much of an eyesight is it?
How do you exile yourself from an inn?
Not alot but yes.
Burleg leads them to the Blue Pumpkin.
"I hope this place ain't to rough fer yah! None of them owl monsters in it though..HARHARHAAR!"
Elise hangs on Kieran's arm.
"You haven't been by to visit me, Kieran. A girl might think you didn't care."
Unseen by Kieran or Elise, a figure stumbles along behind them.
"Hey! Wizzie! Thas' MY girl!"
Turning, they see Dell, swaying, hands in belligerent fists at his sides.
uhm... she is?
"No, I'm not! And don't make Kieran any madder, or he'll... he'll turn you into the toad you are!"
Elise hides behind Kieran.
"He doesn't know that! Do something scary!"
Swaying slightly, as if in a breeze, Dell belches and says,
"I errrrp! don' believe it!"
Iluminatis! *casts Flare*
Behind Kieran, hands still over her eyes, Elise says,
"What happened? What happened!?"
I cast a spell that dazed him; a cantrip that evokes a burst of light. Very simple.
It's temporary though, so we should get going.
*takes her by the arm and starts moving in the direction of her home*
"Oh, Kieran, you were wonderful!" she gushes.
At her house she pulls close to Kieran.
"Wouldn't you like to come inside? Visit for a while?"
I haven't seen your family in a while and I should say hullo. Can't be rude."Oh, my parents are away for a few days.
But I promised to tell you what Dell had in mind..."
She steps close and whispers in Kieran's ear.
...
:OMG!
Elise flutters her eyelashes at Keiran again.
*makes actual conversation* So how have you been?
"Er, I've been fine... Ah, come sit on the couch with me."
She leads Kieran to the couch.
"You, um, you're not dating some wizardess, are you?"
No. No I'm not dating anyone right now. Why?
Putting her hand on Kieran's knee, Elise leans forward, lips puckered for a kiss.
*voice starts squeeking* uhm... maybe I should uhm.. be uhm going and uhm... filing that complaint now...
"Going?"
She hurriedly stands up, face reddening.
"I see! Fine! Go! See if I care, you, you, WORM!"
:embarrass 
*starts stammering*
Whta?! No! I didn't mean... I'm sorry! I mean I don't.. I've never... and your father! He would kill me if I kissed you! And he knows my father! And my mother would come after me with her biggest spoon.... please don't be mad!
"Afraid of what your parents would say! Some wizard you are!"
She points to the door.
"Well? Go on, then!"
*goes out*
Uhm would you like to go out for dinner someti...
*has the door slammed in his face*
*winces*
guess not.
*saunters back to Hightower*
*Brodda leaves the boarding house and heads for the center of town, lost in thought.*
.oO(Ah doon’t knoow how that axe got away frrom meh like that. One moment Ah was prracticin’ meh swing, and the next thing Ah knoow, its burried in Mrs. Weatherrby’s kitchen wall! Afterr havin’ gone thrrrough the window firrst!)
*She shakes her head and continues walking.*
.oO(Ah doon’t know how Ah’m gooin’ the pay herr back ferr havin’ teh rrepairr the frrame and the wall and rreplacin' the glass. Ah'd betterr do lots of singin' and storrytellin'. Hm. Maybe Doctorr Chandl might have a payin' job ferr meh! Ah'll check with him laterr...)
*She heads off to her favorite brooding ground.*
.oO(If this felleh is stayin' at this boarrdin' hoouse and he's lookin' teh stay inconspicuous, Ah'm thinkin' its not gooin' teh be in upscale Garic's.)
*She wanders, sticking to the shadows.*
.oO(And who's this Haldarr felleh that Marrroc spoke of? Lookin' teh brring down the Strrikerr's too? Ah wonderr what his tale is.)
.oO(Ah wonderr why Ah haven't come acrross this one beforre?)
*She ponders for a moment, shrugs, and goes in.*
.oO(Might as well look therre too ferr masked men!) :D
[to The Blue Pumpkin]
*grabs his scarf and raises it up over his face*
After crossing the slum boundry, Kai turns down a deserted street and keeps close to the building. Upon reaching Nobody's Inn Kai steps in.
[Nobody's Inn]
*Brodda leaves the inn, shaking her head and grumbling to herself as she pulls her cowl back up over her head.*
.oO(How cin one dwarrf be so...!)
*She continues walking slowly through the streets, keeping an eye out for someone wearing a mask.*
*As she walks through the streets of the city she keeps her eys open*
Let's head to the armory first so we can unload the chainshirt and the sword as well as the braces. We can sell the ring and the ear ring in the market.
*Jaer nods and they head towards the Iron Wolf*
To the Iron Wolf Armory
*Jaer and her walk into the market square and look around for anyone that would buy jewelry*
*they come across a few jewelers who look at the the ring and ear ring, but shake their head at buying them*
*they had gone through almost the whole market when they come up to a vender that has a few wares..some in jewelry and necklaces as well as various other items*
*she walks up to him and smiles*
Hello sir. I was wondering if you would be able to help me out.
*she takes out the ring and the ear ring*
I was wondering if you would e interested in these.
*the man looks at the ring and the ear ring and shrugs*
Vender: Their not worht much and most of the people here wouldn't even consider it.
*he continues to look at them*
Vender: The most I could give you is a couple coppa for them. Their not worth much. Made of brass and worn.
*she nods*
Ok then.
*he hands her 2 copper*
Thanx.
Vender: No problem.
*she walks with jaer back through the market*
Well I didn't think we would get much for them, but at least we found someone who would buy them..even if it is a couple copper.
*she hands him the money the armor and the vender gave her*
Here this is yours, since I have that pearl I think it is only fair that you get this.
(Gives Jaer 2pp, 13gp, and 2cp)
Come on..let's get something to eat.
*Jaer takes the money and thanx her and they both head out of the market and head towards the LLI*
*she quickly shakes her head and Jaer looks up at her*
Jaer: Is there something wrong?
No it's nothing..I'm just a bit tired is all.
*she gives him a quaint smile*
Jaer: Are you sure? You look like you saw a ghost.
I'm alright..promise. Look um..would it be ok if we meet up at the LLI some other time? I'm really tired and need to rest.
*Jaer pauses for a moment*
Jaer:Sure...no problem. I need to head back to camp anyway and get some rest myself.
*she nods*
I'll see you later than?
*Jaer nods and they part*
*she looks over at Nobody's makes sure her hood is drawn up and the begins to head over to the inn*
.oO(If what my dreams are telling me are true...)
*she closes her eyes*
.oO(I need to find him..I need to know what happened...I need to know why he left...)
*she opens her eyes again then steps inside*
To Nobody's
Gaurd~ So you were right only one wolf on return*looks at Blight*.............and a beautiful elf maiden....I dont know how you forest men do it.
Jaer~ You wouldnt believe me if I told you. *Blight edges toward the gate with a slight moan*
Gaurd~Well you best be off there is a line into the city again and its still building. Farewell lil' lad.
Jaer~ Good day *Blight lets out a bark to the Gaurd*
[Sylvan]/ Yes, I agree he is a good fellow, I like him very much/[Sylvan]
*Jaer walks back to camp to get another couple hours of rest*
*she walks down the street and towards the temple of ordo then crosses over to the graveyard and walks through the gates*
To Public Graveyard
*wanders around the streets her thoughts on what happened the night before*
.oO(Why do I always get myself into trouble like that...I should know better...)
*she starts heading towards the park and looks at her surroundings*
.oO(It's so quiet...I just hope everyone is alright....)
*she goes over to a bench and sits down putting her head in her hands*
.oO(What am I going to do...)
*she recalls Cas's words on choosing wisely on who her friends are and to reconsider*
.oO(It's harder than you think Atar...)
*she sighs and watches the birds as they sing their song in the park*
*she looks over at the large rock and remembers her sitting with Tynk and how they played with Koto and Poto and when her and Darkar talked. She remembers him helping her remember who she was and the necklace he wore around his neck*
*then she thinks about Kai and how she met him out in the woods outside the city, how she helped him to hide, but then frowns when she thinks about the note*
.oO(Maybe Marroc is right..if he wanted to find find me he will...I shouldn't concern myself with it right now..I have to much on my hands as it is)
*she gets up and walks over to a tree and climbs up, watching the goings on in the area*
To Nobody's
It does not take her long to reach the area she intends to patrol. She adjusts her cloak, and begins to patrol the streets, walking puposefully, her gaze swinging back and forth as she watches for signs of problems.
*tilts his head up*
He narrows his eyes as he notices the guard (Kelly) on patrol walking towards his direction.
Kai's small attempt to conceal himself from view succeeds, The guard not even noticing the masked elf.
.oO(Seems fairly quiet tonight. Hope it stays that way...)
Kywyn finds it difficult being confined for questioning and going over details again and again. The first thing he wanted to do was race home, back to the apartment to let NaShae and Dakarai know what had happened. Cooperating with the questioning in hopes of being released as soon as possible, Kywyn does the best he can.
Finally being allowed to leave the palace, Kywyn hastens through the streets back toward home. Strangely, Kywyn notices the same quiet deep within that had been with him the whole ordeal. Normally, he feels NaShae's apparition, like a echo of her warmth, in that place. He thought there was too much going on before for him to sense her, but now it feels like a disturbing void. Like the feeling of waiting for something bad about to happen, waiting in the coming tide. The entrance to their apartment draws near as if Kywyn isn't even walking anymore.
Stepping up the stairs, one dusty boot at a time, Kywyn takes a deep breath before letting himself in.
Empty. A quick scan finds no sign of his cherished mate or their son. Figuring they may be out for a walk, Kywyn takes the opportunity to clean himself up and put on a new set of black clothes.
A while later, Kywyn walks out of their bedroom looking more presentable. Looking up, he finds a map staring at him from the table. The sinking feeling grows worse as he approaches the missed detail and reads the note in NaShae's handwriting.
Strangely, the first thought that comes out of the jumble of confused sensibilities is a proverb, "Unrest comes from the search for quiet."
Only riddles and maxims come to the fore of his mind as Kywyn struggles to plan something. Giving up on thinking coherently anymore, he feels himself strap on his gauntlets and boots and reach for his backpack on the bed. Kywyn fumbles for the knapsack, and ends up on his knees, leaning on the bed. He stays in this position for too long a time. He had to get moving... but how to even start was beyond him at the moment.
.oO(I have never been down these streets at night like this..they seem more..barren..like death walks among them..)
*the only sound she hears are the sounds from her steps*
*she turns a corner and sees Kelly walk down the street*
.oO(Well it seems that they have at least some security patroling the streets)
*she keeps walking*
*tightens his eyes*
It can't be...
With incredible speed, Kai burst down an alleyway which run parallel to the street Anaya's on.
*on the way there, she suddenly feels the link flare, the rush of emotion almost knocking her from her horse*
*her stomach drops as she feels the panic and despair from her beloved*
*whispers*
Kywyn... ??
*visibly shaking, she tries to steel herself to get this done, so she can get back to him as quickly as possible*
[to Temple p1]
*her eyes span into the darkness, trying to see if anyone is there and takes a step forward*
Hello?
*she draws her dagger, though not that anyone can see from her sleeve*
Anyone there?
*her heart beats in her ears, feeling like the shadows seem to move around her*
If anyone is there show yourself.
Kywyn raises his head. A twinge of something floods into him somewhere inside.
*clenches his fist*
*excited to be home, it takes her familiar a moment to get to her*
Go to Kywyn. He's home.
*watching the bird fly off, she and Amarandios walk the horses to the stable she rented them from*
*too worn and unsteady to even feel guilty about only coming back with one horse, she brings the two left into the stable*
One of the horses was stolen. We could find no trail of the theives. I'm sorry.
*sighs*
If there's anything left from what I gave you, leave it at the Last Lich, please. I have to get home.
*she hurries out of the stable, heading toward her house*
*being close, she runs there, almost stumbling in her hurry*
*her weariness catches up to her, causing her to slow down when she gets to the stairs, walking up them slowly so she doesn't fall*
*taking a deep breath when she finally gets to the door, she opens it cautiously*
Kywyn??
Before saying anything, he steps quickly into her to touch his lips to hers.
Let me see those who hide in the shadows..
*she waves her hand and a pink glow forms, but only one that she can see and finds that there is definately a form in the alley*
(Faerie Fire)
Who are you and what do you want?
*she wraps her arms around him, savoring the sight and feel of him close*
*unwilling to move away from him, she whispers between kisses*
You're...alright?? I...missed... you so... much.... beloved. I .....was....worried.
*she pulls away from him just long enough to move herself in the door, shutting and locking it*
*dropping her pack, she moves back to him, kissing him again*
He stares into her eyes, like seeing the color for the first time.
After gaining enough control to lean back, Kywyn asks, "There must be much we both have to say."
Kywyn tilts his head.
"Where's Dak?"
That's one of the things I have to tell you about.
*taking his hand, she leads him to the chairs near the fire*
*urging him to sit, she kneels on the floor in front of him, feeling apprehensive, but needing to tell him*
*quietly*
Dak was... taken. I found out my father did it, with the intention of using him to blackmail me into marrying someone else.
*shakes her head slightly*
That may have just been a secondary idea, though. He heard from one of the clerics that Dak is in danger being here. I could get no real clue of where the danger is from, but my parents are keeping him safe with them. I was able to shake his plan of marriage, but the danger, I believe.
*head drops, looking at the floor*
I left him with my parents while we look. He's safe there and they're treating him very well. My mother's very fond of him and I believe my father is, as well.
*quietly*
I'm sorry, beloved. We can go visit him and hopefully he'll be home soon. But I thought it best to keep him out of reach of whoever is after him, especialy until we find who it is.
"Yes. We should visit him..." he says taking her hand.
Kywyn blinks away any misting that might be construed as tears forming, but he knows he can't hide how he feels from NaShae.
He looks at her and pulls her up to share the chair.
"I want to get him home soon," he says tiredly, "It's not right to leave him there. We gave him life as he gave us hope, we are the ones who should show him how to live... so he can show us how to believe..."
Realizing he is starting to ramble, Kywyn simply rest his head on NaShae's shoulder. The soft warmth is more than he can resist, and he closes his eyes.
"He was once so small, I could fit him in my hands... all of a sudden it seems beyond my reach to hold him. Every dark shadow has seemed to have taken an interest in our son."
Kywyn sighs, then hoists his head up, "But it how things go, right? Small things grow big, unimportant things become important. Just like magic."
He puts his arms around her.
We knew that this might happen, though. Even before he was born. At least he is in a safe place until we can deal with the threat.
*kisses him and rests her forehead against his*
I agree. I want him home. But they can offer him more protection than we can right now. Especially with having to look for who is after him and why.
*quietly, staring into his eyes and trying to blink away the tears forming*
We'll get him back, beloved.
"There must be a lot more to talk about... But can we just stay here like this for a while?"
Resting his head against hers, Kywyn looks out through the window of their apartment.
There's a lot more.
*she stares at him for a moment, then shakes her head*
No. I don't think we can.
*kisses him, then stands, taking his hand*
*pulling him from the chair, she kisses him again, then leads him toward their bedroom*
*rests her head on Kywyn's, trying to calm herself from her reverie that twisted and changed into nightmare visions: instead of the turtle-like creature, it was a shelled Kirby that attacked, dark shapes prowl the two noble houses, and the lavander pillow and music become a mask for an intruder bent on harm*
*once she's calm she turns to Kywyn, gently smoothing his hair and laying soft kisses on his forehead*
*whispers, a worried tone in her voice*
I hope this is not what all dreams become to you, beloved.
*she is startle to find that in her 'rest', and even now, that her hands have been frantically clutching at Kywyn, at times, apparently, so hard she'd left nail marks in his skin*
*eyes widening, she pulls herself away and gently kisses the tiny wounds, whispering*
I'm sorry, beloved.
*carefully, so she doesn't wake him, she moves out of bed, putting on a light dressing gown and sitting near the window to watch out into the night*
So many lost, one of the lords in such a terrible state, the jackals nearly decimated. What does the future hold for this city on the edge of civilization? I need to find something solid, Mother. I need to know of thy path that I might seek out answers to the riddles that surround me.
*Once he is allowed to leave Thosar walks aimlessly through the streets for a short time, trying to feel something. His path leads him to the Temple of Ordemetrex.*
[To the Temple]
*Bursting out of the front door of the Guild, Aria stops in the middle of the street as she takes a moment to get her bearings. She then runs like the hounds of hell are nipping at her heels to the Church of Ordemetrex.*
*She is mindless of her bare feet pounding on the cobbled streets as she ignores the pain. Forgotten is her earlier bone-deep weariness as she runs the entire distance to the Church.*
*No thoughts form in her mind as a mind-numbing haze fills her head.. her body seems to move of it's own volition as she continues to put one foot in front of the other in an all-out sprint.*
*To those that she passes by, she must appear as some form of madwoman with the crazed look in her eyes and wild hair plastered about her face.. her nightshirt billowing behind her as she runs.*
*sees a wild-faced woman in a nighshirt race past*
*blinks*
*rubs his eyes*
...
I think I need to go to sleep... come on, Chester
*goes back inside*
Walking behind her, he places a hand on her shoulder.
*brow furrowed, she tries smiling slightly at Kywyn*
*looks at him, then steps close and wraps her arms around him*
I didn't wake you, did I??
He wraps an arm around her.
"Just seems wrong to sleep with so much to tell each other."
Kywyn pauses and moves to look out the window with NaShae. He opens it a crack to let a cool breeze in.
"The Jackals were caught somehow. I don't think many made it back. Much carnage, much death."
The wind seems to blow through Kywyn, but he does not reach for his shirt. Instead he unclasps the necklace, the Pillar of Dominion, from around his throat and fastens it around NaShae's graceful neck.
Unfortunately, that's what happens in a war. I just wish that you weren't made to go.
*holds still as he puts the necklace back on her*
Thank you. I hope it helped at least a bit.
*tilts her head, worry filling her face*
*gently touches his face*
What else, beloved?? You know I'll listen if you need to talk.
"It should probably bother me more, the wreckage and the bodies, but it strengthened my resolve to get back to you and Dakarai."
Another wind cuts through the air, Kywyn breathes deeply. All ice and snow in his lungs. He closes the window an inch in case NaShae was getting cold.
"What about you? Was anything put to rest wth your parents?"
Hopefully. They learned that I'm more stubborn that even they thought. And that Dak cannot be used as a bargaining tool.
*sighs softly*
My father and I still do not get along. But we've found a minor truce. He's willing to accept that I'm not leaving you. As long as I come back once you die of old age. However, I didn't mention that I do still plan on finding a way to keep you longer.
*grins wearily, then sighs*
Unfortunately, I'm not happy with the measures I had to take to get this solution. But it's better than the alternative.
*eyes turn sad*
And my mother's sick. Something wrong with a spell she was studying. I need to bring the notes to the Hightower. Or the others. Maybe both, if I can copy them. But that would take longer.
"We'll do our best to help her."
"The trip must have been difficult... Your homeland is quite far away, isn't it?"
It is. It took us a week by horse. We lost one.
*voice goes quiet*
And Alissa. I was able to have her preserved and bring her back to town. But there was nothing else I could do for her.
With reassuring strokes down NaShae's back, Kywyn tries to comfort her.
"Damn. Have Aria and Hermy been told?"
I believe so. I asked the Temple to inform them. They should have been told by now.
*looks down at the floor and whispers*
I was too much of a coward to do it myself. And I needed to get to you.
"We should go see them, though.... They'll want more details. We should go to them soon."
Kywyn rests his chin between NaShae's shoulder and neck, gazing outside.
"There was something else that happened during the fighting. Something new I haven't felt before."
Backing away just a bit so he can position his hands, Kyywn focuses and draws forth the tingling inside his chest, the ghost entwined around his heart which he had never been able to see.
"These are my dreams, that I've never lived before.."
Kywyn closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, an aura of golden color covers the orbs.
A twisiting distortion pours forth from his right wrist. Not even shadows at first, but tangled nest of waverings that form into dark threads. From this blossom, a long ghostly black tentacle emerges and spirals through the air from Kywyn's hand.
*once he's finished casting, reaches out to gently touch around his eyes, marveling at their change in color*
A new power??
*looking curiously at his hand and the black tentacle from it*
*cautiously reaches out to see if it's real*
What does it do?? Or is it an illusion??
*they go inside, and Miri fills a kettle while Gamis starts the kitchen fire*
The tentacle moves with his hand as he puts his arm around NaShae. The massless appendage coils around her.
"It can channel my touch as if it were my hand."
A slightly different timbre in his voice, probably unnoticeable to anyone but her.
"It's like the thing inside that I can finally see..."
*tilts her head*
The answers to the questions?? Or something else??
*turns back to examine his changed eyes*
It allows you to stay away from danger?? Can you also use it as your own hand?? Can it fetch things for you?? Bring them from further than you can reach??
"But it reminds me that we wait. Waiting for the right cues. Waiting for the end. Waiting through our whole life. And that it's an illusion as much as the truth like everything else. Any attempt I make to try to find something that will answer everything doesn't make sense in the end anyway."
"I don't fear love with you here. I don't fear life with our life here. So when I have to wait, I'll try harder not to neglect the things around us in the process."
"I think sometimes I don't tell you I love you enough because I'm thinking about preserving that love and keeping it safe."
He puts his hand on the back of NaShae's hair, feeling the silver threads between his fingers.
"My tentacle isn't really here in this place, I don't think..."
Kywyn stops a moment when he realizes he refers to the spectral hand as if it were part of his body.
"It can only deliver what I have inside. It can't physically touch things."
Kywyn, you don't have to say it. It's something I know.
*shakes her head slightly*
I don't think there are any answers. To some things maybe. But not to it all.
*touches his face*
To me, this is an answer. It's the only one I need.
*nods, looking back at the tentacle*
But keeping you out of danger is more useful. At least in my opinion.
He holds her for a long moment longer.
"Even with everything going on, we are very lucky. I forget that sometimes. I'll keep looking for things because that's all I know how to do, but I know deep inside I've found the brightest light, the highest reason for any of it."
Kywyn kisses NaShae once more, softly and thoughtfully.
His neutral expression returns when he says, "The others who weren't so lucky this time... We should settle what we can."
Luckier than I sometimes wonder if we deserve.
*returns his kiss, then nods slowly*
There are a lot who weren't lucky this time.
"For Hermy and Aria at least, they'll be looking for us soon, I think. They were released from the palace where everyone involved was questioned around the same time as I was probably."
Kywyn walks back to the bedroom to pull on a dark shirt.
You wanted to look for them??
*finishes getting ready and picks up her cloak and pack*
Where?? The Silver Sword or the Temple??
"I don't know... I suppose the temple is best since we'll know if they've been there yet or not. And it's closer."
Kywyn pulls on his boots and gauntlets before donning his cloak.
That sounds best.
*puts on her cloak, then reaches for his hand*
*walks with him out of the apartment, locking the door on the way out*
*quietly*
I'm not sure what to say to them. What can I say? I led Aria's sister and Hermy's wife to her death.
*walks out of the building and toward the Temple*
He takes her hand as they leave the apartment.
"I'll be with you."
Stepping into the street, Kywyn walks off with NaShae.
[To Temple of Ordemet]
*walks in the general direction of the SSAG if she doesn't see her*
Kywyn scans the street, looking for any signs of the swordswoman.
*Wanders through the night-time streets with little thought to her destination.*
*The few individuals she passes gives her a wide birth.. even a cutpurse, after taking one look at her manic appearance decides to find an easier mark.*
*Her feet are really begining to hurt, but she welcomes the pain as something to draw strength from.*
I can't see her.
*sighs*
We could go to the guild and wait for her there.
.oO(We'd at least be closer to her weapons than she is that way... )
She could be anywhere by now.
He leads NaShae through the streets pausing for a moment on the bridge crossing into the industrial section of town. Kywyn turns to look into NaShae eyes and the lamp lights reflected in the indigo majesty.
"We'll get through this, and the rest too. There's much to get through, but we can do it."
He continues towards the guild.
*a stray thought flits through her mind, passing to Kywyn before disappearing*
.oO(We will...it's not as if we have much choice.)
*shakes her head and takes a deep breath, clutching to Kywyn's arm for the much needed support*
*whispers*
I'm just not sure how I can go through this again with Hermy.
*walks with him through the warehouses to the guild*
[to SSAG]
Oh, Alissa.. why? You had gone through so much in such a short period of time.. it's not fair.. :embarrass
*Her strength finally gives out as she slumps to the ground.. her back to the wall of a shop somewhere near the market district.*
I should never have brought you to the city.. I should have been there to watch out for you .. :embarrass
*Looking up at the night sky, she spits a curse at the uncaring gods.*
"She was only a child!!! What is the reason for her dying???"
*Breaks down into tears again.*
Damned be to that elf NaShae.. damn her to hell..
*Her mood swing continues for some time as her weak grasp on sanity begins to slip.*
I just want to sleep and never wake up... this life is a nightmare.. :embarrass
To SSAG
*walks through the streets to their apartment and up the stairs*
*once inside, Shae quickly drops her pack and cloak, struggling with her boots, but eventually getting ready again for bed*
*curls up with Kywyn, pulling herself close to him and sobbing into his chest, the feeling that maybe Aria was right, and her self-worth dropping, overwhelming her*
*quickly falls into a fitful trance*
"Don't think that way."
Kywyn blinks a few times remembering some detail.
"There is a spyglass lent to me for the scouting mission I was a part of..."
He reaches over for his pack.
"With all the chaos, they probably wouldn't miss an item like this. I could likely sell it for a sum of money to go toward the ritual."
"It's a start anyway."
Kywyn lays back down, holding NaShae until she quiets. He eventually falls back asleep himself, he mind churning at ways to make things better.
"A messenger came by the Guild while we were there, from the Mother's Temple. He had a message for Aria and Hermy... I don't know if you heard her leaving so explosively. I thought I was hearing things... But I asked Volos for the news, and he explained about the novice, and his message--Alissa is being "tended" at the Temple, and that the two of them need to come by at firs opportunity. Volos fears the worst. Judging from Aria's exit, so did she. So do I... If Alissa was wounded but alive, I think he would've said something like, 'but don't worry, she's going to be alright.' Her clergy understand people.
"So I can't be sure... But I think Alissa may be dead," he says, grimacing slightly and looking down. "If that's what happened, they aren't going to take it well..." Gamis looks up again. "It won't help that they've already been under so much strain from the fiasco we followed Malifaeyr into." The paladin places an arm around her, expression still a frown, looking down again.
*Hermy dashes into the park around the church, nearly dropping his packet of chocolate in his excitement.*
*He wastes no time in finding a patch of flowers and smiles as he sees the yellow pedals of the daffodils in the middle of the patch.*
*As he moves into the patch, he hears someone behind him clearing their throat. He turns around and sees a woman looking at him and shaking her head.*
Ard'nas:"You can get a better view of them from the walkway."
*Hermy stops and smiles at her.*
"Yeah, but theys harder to picks from there."
*Hermy moves closer, the woman walks forward and grabs the edge of his shirt and yanks him out of the flower bed.*
Ard'Nas:"And that is why you need to stay on the walk way. These flowers are for everyone to enjoy. If you pick them then you are taking that away from everyonr else."
*Hermy looks up at her and begins to explain to her why he needs the flowers.*
"But theys my wifes favorite kind an the flower lady in the market didn'ts haves any. And I haves to gives her flowers. We aint seen each other since I had ta leaves in the middle of our honeymoons to go saves the city."
*Ard'Nas shakes her head.*
Ard'Nas:"These flowers belong to Agathalos. And to all his followers. Dop you think it fair that only your wife gets to enjoy looking at them?"
*Hermy smiles.*
"Of course I does. Its fair cause everyone else gets to enjoy looking at Alissa. Aggiethelose won't mind. "
*The park ranger frowns.*
Ard'Nas:"I think he will."
*Hermy looks very confused.*
"Why woulds he mind? Hes a good god aint he? An loves is a good thing ain't it. Why would he not want ta helps me do a good thing?"
*Ard'Nas seems to flinch when Hermy mentions love. And then drags him away from the flower bed.*
Ard'Nas:"He is not against good things. But he is against stealing. And that is what you will be doing if you take these flowers. If you want them, you will have to pay for them."
*Hermy reaches towards his pockets.*
"Oh, I don't minds payin, how much does they cost?"
Ard'Nas:"They aren't for sell. But if you help me clean up another patch that we are going to be changing, you can keep the flowers from it."
"Oh! You wants me to work for them."
*Once again a frown threatens to overtake his face but the thought of Alissa smiling and smelling the flowers drives it out.*
"Sure! I'll helps."
*Hermy follows Ard'Nas further into the park and they stop in front of a patch similar looking to the one they left. A tray of potted roses sits next to it.*
*Ard'Nas bends down and pulls out a tulip. She then digs out the bulb and places one of the roses in the hole. She places the bulb in the tray.*
Ard'Nas:"We are going to be pulling out all the flowers that are here now and replacing them with these roses. And saving the bulbs so we can replant them next season."
*Hermy nods and starts to work. They work in silence for a few minutes. Then Ard'Nas sighs.*
Ard'Nas:"Are you really in love with your wife? I wanted to marry once, but the man I loved did not love me? How do you know that you are really truely in love?"
*Hermy smiles at her.*
"Well my heart goes all pitter patter when I even thinks of the letter A. An everytime I sees somethin pretty it makes me think about how much I wants ta gives it to her. An...."
*Hermy talks about his true love for the entire long time that ity takes them to replant the flower bed. When they are done Hermy is given the pick of all the plucked flowers he wants. He chooses the three prettiest daffodils there are.*
"Thanks. These wills makes Alissa so happy. An thats will makes me sooo happy. Will you thanks Aggiethelose for me too. Seeing how they was his flowerrs an stuff?"
*Ard'Nas nods. Hermy smiles and hands her a few copper coins.*
"An these is fer you fer helpin me. Maybe youse coulds buy some ribbens fer yer hair or some soap. Youse woulds be a very pretty girl ifen you got that dirt off your nose."
"You coulds get yerself any guy you wanted. Well except me. I'm taken."
*He smiles and skips out of the park with his flowers and chocolate.*
*getting too tired and feeling too numb, she listens to Kywyn thoughts on making things better*
*when morning comes, she stays huddled in her makeshift cave, until she can no longer ignore her stomach*
*going out to the living room, she remembers that she didn't get any food when she got to town*
*writing a quick note to Kywyn, she dresses and heads out of the apartment to the nearby shops*
*picks up fresh bread, tea, some cheese, eggs, and fruit*
*bringing them back home, she works on cooking breakfast for Kywyn and herself, her mood making her less than careful until she burns her hand*
*holds her hand close to her, once she's finished making breakfast*
*when Kywyn wakes, she picks at her food, hungry, but not really wanting to eat*
*Upon leaving the Guild, she sets off at a slow pace towards the Iron Wolf Armory.*
Perhaps there I shall get the best price for my swords and armor..
*A part of her regrets having to resort giving up these items that have served her so well, but she banishes that thought with a snarl.*
A blade is a blade.. I am a warrior.. my swords do not have to be enchanted for me to ply my trade..
Hi, you're Aria Amberhawk? I'm Amarandios, a belltuner with the Church of Agathalos. I'm very sorry, but I was there when your sister fell. I know that you are going to try, I should say you ARE, going to ressurrect her. To that end I would like to help. I can raise money, accompany you on journeys, etcetera. But I want to help.
He trots back a few steps, in case his message isn't taken well.
*His words however, snap her back to reality.*
*Turns to face the man, her voice a quiet whisper that is akin to a hidden dagger sliding out of a silken sleave.*
"You were there?"
*Her hands hover by the hilts of her swords.*
"And what part did you play in letting my sister die?"
Kelly completes her patrol, relaxing a bit at the calm and ease of the patrol, and returns to the Chapterhouse to get some rest, having stayed out for longer than usual on patrol.
Alissa went after the creature herself. We speculate that she thought she'd spare us the trouble.
Because of all that, I feel responsible for her loss, and am willing to suffer the blame for it if that's the most help I can give you. I would like to think that I can help bring her back, though.
"You wish to help, do you? Tell me, did that elf witch put you up to this?"
.oO(I don't think it's NaShae's fault. It appears to run in the family. You could say that to her, you know. She'd probably get a kick out of it. No she woudn't. Humor isn't appropriate here. And anyway, you'd have to confess for saying it)
I suppose you mean NaShae. No. People don't put me up to things, in general. I especially am not going to be bossed around by someone as bossy as her. Just in my blood, I suppose. Blue, as it is *wink*. I feel personal responsibility for her death, and I think that she deserves more time in this world than she was given. So I've come to rectify that.
"I'm listening..."
You may need someone to talk to the priests in order to have Alissa brought back. You will also, likely as not need to raise a substantial sum of money. You may or may not have that. I have a profession and I am quite good at it. Belltuning pays well, and I live quite lightly, which means that I save money quickly. I also perform. I can give all the money I make to having your sister raised. How are your relations with her husband? Sisters often have strained relations with thier newlywed brothers-in-law. It that is the case, I can act as an intermediary between you two, so that you can work as a team, as he will certainly want her raised again, if he is as great a hero as she said he was.
In the shortest way I can possibly say it, I can talk. I can make money, and I can help, if you'll let me.
*When she finally speaks, her words come our rough as if trying to strangle the emotion out of them.*
"Your intentions may be good, but I have only two, short days to collect the fee required.. 5000 gold worth of diamonds. I will beg, borrow or steal if I have to to come up with the required payment. I am on my way to try and sell some valuable belongings... what amount can you hope to conjure up by then?"
"As for Alissa's husband.. I am not even sure he has heard what has happened to her yet, but that is a burden I wish to see that.. that elf NaShae take up. I want her to feel the pain her lack of judgement has caused.."
*Locks her gaze with the man.*
"If you truely are sincere about your wish to help, then I suggest you start now. In two days time, I will see my sister brought back to the living whether or not I can pay the fee.."
*Turns to stalk away.*
I'll help you. I intend to succeed. Where can I find you again when I can report success?
.oO(Ugh. I need to report to Master Cione, but not until I've bathed!)
*heats water, wrestling the wash tub next to the fireplace, then fetching her basket of bath soaps, reveling in the scent of lavender that rises from it*
*hums happily as she bathes, occasionally adding a kettleful of hot water to the tub*
*stops humming*
.oO(Aria and Hermy... I need to check in with them. But... no, Master Cione first.)
*leaves the tub, dries off, then takes bucketsful of water from the tub, gradually emptying it*
*tidies the kitchen, dresses, sits at her desk and puts her thoughts and notes into order on sheets of parchment, working steadily*
"You can leave a message at the Silver Sword Guild.. if you cannot find a way to help raise the gold needed, then I strongly suggest you do not bother trying to find me again..."
*Limps off towards the Iron Wolf.*
*after cleaning, she takes out the papers she copied from her mothers notes*
*silently, she works on copying them again*
*she doesn't get far when she looks up at Kywyn, her voice raw and softer than usual*
We still have to talk to Hermy.
*leaving the notes out, she gets her cloak and pack*
If we're not allowed at the Silver Sword, where should we go? Or should we try there anyway?? The guards may not be there this morning.
*once they're ready, she heads out of the apartment with Kywyn, walking through the streets until they decide where to try to find Hermy*
5000 gold coins worth of diamond? What dark age is this, that the Mother requires so much... Or perhaps this is a golden age, and so much earth goes into making us who we are.
Best see my parents, I suppose. Maybe they have ideas on how I could raise the money. 5000 gold coins. )
Amarandios collects his wits quickly and heads in the direction of the nobles' district in the northeast, past the Fox Boarding House and into the residential neighborhood behind it.
Enter Amarandios's parents. Father is a middle-aged expert of heraldry and lesser noble with a kind face and demeanor, proud of his son. Mother, whose grandmother was a half elf, and whose features still tend toward elven, is a lobbyist of sorts, spending her time at the palace consulting the people who run things on the possible benefits of a citywide education system.
Mom, Dad! I'm home!
Son! How are you! Good to see you!
Welcome home, Gillam.
Thanks Mom, Dad. I can't stay long, I just wanted to ask you a question. While I was gone this last time, I accompanied two people to Ennorath, an elven town south of here. One of them was killed, and her family wants her raised. I do think it should be done, if possible, but what of the materials? The priests require five thousand gold coins worth of diamond within two days to cast the spell. I've never raised that much in all my life. Never seen that much. Is there something I'm missing, some way that this gets done that I don't know about? I don't see eye-to-eye that the priests will only raise the wealthy. And I don't think it works that way in real life.
Goodness. That is a tough one. Usually, it's the person's friends, or in some cases, professionals that work with or know the person who put up the money to have someone resurrected. I'm good with money, and I know we've taught you to be; nevertheless, there's no real way to come up with that kind of sum in that short a time.
The conversation continues in this vein, while Amarandios slowly comes to the conclusion that he'll have to sidestep Aria's wish and find Hermy himself. He excuses himself after lunch to head back and find Hermy.
Thanks Mom, Dad. I love you guys. See you later!
[To SSAG, possibly via Elsewhere]
Runs after him.
Hermy? Are you Hermy? I'm here to help Alissa!
*eyes widen a bit when she sees him running toward the Temple from the guild*
*calls out, moving toward the screaming halfling*
Hermy! Wait.
*hearing the quietness of her voice, she tries again, struggling to raise it loud enough to be heard*
Hermy! Please stop. I have to speak with you.
*Asking why he is blue doesn't even cross his mind right now.*
"You know whats happened to Alissa?"
"Volos tolds me shes been hurt. Youse cin tell me what happeneded on the way there. Shes gunna want to saee me as soon as possible."
"Thats NaShae, she was with Alissa when shes got hurt. Come on!"
*Hermy drags the bell tuner towards NaShae.*
"NaShae! Volos tolds me Alissas hurt! What happened? Is shes all right?"
*quietly*
We were both with her when she was hurt, Hermy. This is Amarandios. He came with us to go after my son.
*bites her lip, shaking slightly*
Hermy, I'm sorry. She's not alright. I did what I could for her. But... Aria was right. It's my fault she came with. She made the decision, but I did let her come with me.
*tears fill her eyes*
While we were gone, she took a watch and went off after a creature instead of waking us. We couldn't do anything to help by the time we got there....
*her voice chokes, dropping to a whisper*
I'm sorry. I did everything I could. And I want to help with whatever you decide is best to do for her.
"Of course shes all right. Don't worry, She gots over what Kirby did to her. Ise sure she'll recovers from this too."
"Once she sees these flowers an me, she'll starts ta et better."
She passed on, Hermy. She's gone. You may be able to speak with her one last time, but it will be through an intermediary. I was with her as well when she died.
Earlier that day, she told me how deep her love was for you. You are a lucky man to have had her for even this brief a time. I'm sorry.
No, Hermy. She won't. I'm sorry.
*looks down*
I did what I could. But it wasn't much. I want do do what I can to help, though.
"She can't be."
"Are you sure? You thought Arnor was dead once NaShae. But he gots better?"
"Shes can't be dead."
*He looks to them for confirmation.*
"We just got married."
She's been preserved with a spell like Natala was. So we could bring her here to you. And so you can decide what to do with her. But that was all the could be done.
*shakes her head*
Even if it was my choice, they wouldn't bring her back in an elven town. It was the best I could do for her.
*quietly, pulling back a bit as if expecting the same treatment as she got from Aria*
"Them elf clerks gots ta be wrong."
"We'll go gets Natala. She'll tell ya."
"Shes been dead, sose she'll know how to show them that Alissa aint dead."
"Alissa was tryin ta save a little kid. The Mother woulds never somesones die doin something that important."
*Hermy starts running towards Natalas.*
[to Natala's]
[to Natala's]
At breakfast, Kywyn says quietly to NaShae, "I better put in my report to the others first... Maybe they will have a way to help with the problem. I will be right back."
Writing in his normal block print, Kywyn works on his summary report of the war at the table. Finising the note he folds the paper once and tucks it into his pack.
He pulls on his cloak and walks with quickened steps down the stairs and into the street.
[To Avowed]
[Still earlier in the morning]
Kywyn returns to sit with NaShae.
"I mentioned the situations to Verinal... maybe there's a way to get the money needed for a price."
"If we sell the spyglass, we can also try to sell some of the potions we have? I found a new vial during the conflict, but haven't had it identified yet."
[Later]
Kywyn leaves with NaShae when they head to Natala's.
"I know she was upset, but there was no excuse for that..."
He sighs and shakes his head, his hands releasing each other so he can twist his bracer on his wrist. "And Aria is blaming NaShae for taking her along... You told this to Aria, right?"
Of course not! She'd barely listen to my offer for help. There was no time to tell a story that long to a mad woman with a sword who knows that you were present when her younger sister died a horrible, violent death. I just tried to get her to listen to me long enough to accept some help from me.
"She needs to listen... but I'm sure you know as well as I we can't expect her to sit still long enough, not when she has to raise that sum of diamonds in two days.
"No time... Maybe they could re-preserve Alissa's body, and give us all more time to both calm down and raise the money. Such spells aren't my purview; I don't know if it would work."
Originally posted by Amarandios
I really think we should ask Natala's opinion on the matter of ressurrection and possibly get her to talk to Aria along with us. She called me cousin, which means that she's a cleric of the Mother, even if she isn't dressed like one. And, Hermy at least, seems to trust her implicitly. I don't know much about that temple's policies towards resurrection, only the ones at ours. And I didn't mean madwoman, by the way, since you seemed to jump at that. I meant angry. Only "mad" insomuch as a woman with such passion is about anything that offends them.
.oO(I have my own reasons for wondering about her mind...)
"Everyone I know trusts Natala implicitly. She has that way about her. Aria just has a damning tendency not to listen, and if she's in a flurry to get the money raised, I don't think we can expect her to do so now. Unless it involved her in manacles.
"Where did you see her last? Any ideas where she was headed for?"
They make their way toward the IW.
"As to the Temple's policies: Cousin Natala was brought back, but only after we divined for sure that she has or had some part to play in one of the Mother's designs. Anyone's guess if the same can be said about Alissa..."
"If you don't want to wait out here, and Aria gives you trouble, I'll handle it."
He pushes open the armory's door.
Jon Whitehall: ...well that certainly is an interesting assignment you've been working on. Have you talked to anyone yet?
Keiran: Uhm no. I've been looking through various libraries, but there are no comprehensive volumes on non-magical means of fortune-telling
Jon: *snorts* lookin at the future never did anyone any good
Keiran: I agree, sir. It seems pointless to me. The only reason I use divination spells is to find out information *shrugs* But Master Cione wants me to investigate.
Jon: Well if you'll be walking around talking to folk, you'll need more than just magic to protect you... *walks over and pulls a sword from the wall over the mantle and moves to hand it to Keiran*
Keiran: oh! No, father. I can't use that...
Jon: I know. You've always had your head stuck in those books. Go to the Silver Sword and lea...
Keiran: oh no. That's not what I mant... well it is, but it isn't. I need my hads free for certain spells. They require very precise and well-defined movements to execute.
Jon: Fine fine... *shkes his head* well take a good dagger and Chester... that dog follows you around all the time anyway... *pulls out a dagger and inspects it* hmmm... needs sharpening. *hands it to Keiran* Take this down to Iron Wolf and get it cleaned up and sharpened.
Keiran: thank you, sir. I'll be back soon.
Jon: *nods*
Keiran: C'mon, Chester. *waves to his father and leaves*
Alis: *walks in* Dinner's ready!
...
JON WHITEHALL! DON'T TELL ME YOU LET THAT BOY WALK OUT OF HERE WITHOUT A MEAL IN HIS STOMACH!
Jon: uhm.....
fine
*once there, she starts making stew for them and sits down to copy the notes handing the other half to Kywyn for him to copy*
*She storms out of the shop and stalks off, not caring which direction she heads in.*
*So great is the seething, boiling anger inside her that she has to will herself not to punch the nearest wall.*
*Onlookers recoil in fear as this armed avatar of rage pushes through the morning crowd, uncaring of which unlucky individuals in her path get shoved aside.*
*She reaches a vacant alley as she leans against a wall.. her breath coming in great, ragged gasps. Numerous feelings flash quickly through her mind.. loss, anger, betrayal, sadness until she cannot distinguish one from the other anymore.*
*She wants to cry for her loss.. she wants ro rage against the unfairness of life, but she does not have the time for such small luxuries.*
Must.. stay focused... I have a mission.. I will not be turned aside, nor falter.. :embarrass
*Taking a few minutes to calm herself down, she knows that selling her gear at the Iron Wolf will have to wait. Instead, she goes to her next plan to try and raise the funds for Alissa's ressurection.*
*Wiping the tears from her eyes, she limps towards the palace where she will plead for an audience with the one person in the entire city that might be able to help her.*
To Palace
*Hermy rushes out the front of the temple, tears blocking his vision.*
*He runs until he is out of breath and wipes his eyes clear long enough to find an empty alley.*
*He collapses at the end of it, pulling trash over himself to help hide.*
*He pulls the amulet he was going to give to Alissa out of his pocket and stares at it. He dangles it front of his eyes and watches it swing back and forth.*
.o0(What's shoulds I do? I wants you backs Alissa, but I don'ts wants ya ta hafta be afraid fer the rest of yer life. If yase happy where ya is, will ya lets me know somehows. Thats all I wants. Ta know yase happy.)
*Either the gentle swaying of the amulet or the exhaustion from his weeping overcomes him and he slips into a fretful sleep.*
"Don't confront her again by yourself, Amarandios. And I fear her mind isn't well right now. But there's little chance of us finding her again today... I'll tell you what, though. Tomorrow when you pray, choose spells to help incapacitate her. She'll be back at the Mother's Temple within two days. Meet me at Cousin Natala's shop tomorrow, and we'll find a way to stop her for her own protection, and to talk some sense into her."
.oO(We need to exorcise enchantment--or devil?--is still in her mind. It doesn't seem to be a disease; I used that blessing to remove illness on her months ago!)
.oO(This is the oddest way I've gotten acquainted with someone,) Gamis thinks and he shakes Amarandios's hand once more and recommends a cold cloth (or positive energy) for the bruise. They part ways, Gamis heading to his home.
.oO(I'll need my mail and shield; she'll be going for blood next time. She's nearly as strong as me, but being mad as all hells like she is... But I have something to help with that.)
He walks into 16 Wildrose, immediately finding a note that Miri left earlier in the afternoon about going to the Tower to deliver her report to Cione and check on her specimen.
With the cleaning done, he turns his attention on tending his weapons and armor before giving up--he's already cleaned, polished, and sharpened everything he was carrying during off-times from questioning during his detention at the Palace. Instead, he goes to pacing and twisting his bracer around on his wrist.
.oO(Aria, what's happening to you?)
I'll be there. Probably stay at my parents' tonight, to get some rest in a familiar bed and have some familiar cooking. Help the bruise out a little. Good evening to you, sir.
[Amarandios and Gamis parts ways and he spends some time at his parents' house, resting up]
*she watches as the figure stares at her than turns the corner. She is about to go after him, but then stops herself*
.oO(What am I doing? I would be nutz to go after him in these shadows..who knows what lurks within and I have no weapons on me except my daggers...)
*she shakes her head and goes back to the street and heads towards the park, her thoughts are on the figure*
.oO(Who was he? And why was he staring at me like that? Does he know me? I couldn't tell..it was too dark and the spell only gave his outline...)
*her steps become faster as she walks towards a more shadowed part of town*
*When she comes to the park, she sits under her tree and looks up at the stars and stays there for quite some time before heading back to Nobody's*
To Nobody's
Taking a break, Kywyn stares out the window for a time.
"This isn't right."
He looks to NaShae.
"Not the notes... I mean Dakarai so far away. And I want him to be happy and safe. But part of me is afraid he'll forget me somehow."
"And now Hermy is tearing himself apart wondering if Alissa is happy and safe whereever she is... I don't even believe you can think that way about... death. The same rules shouldn't apply, it's beyond us to know."
"If Alissa can be brought back, she isn't truly gone yet. She can heal..."
"And when we can, we should go to Dak. He's not gone yet from us either."
Kywyn stops and leans forward in his seat, taking NaShae's hand.
"We can help get the money... and I'm still wondering if the others will have any bargain to offer. And with your charm, perhaps you could get better prices for the items we sell? We should talk to Hermy again."
The thoughts and possible paths keep firing from his brain, and he doesn't know if he can stop.
"And your mother, we'll get these notes done and try to solve that mystery as well. You're right, sending the notes to the Tower and the others will give a better chance..."
Following the burst of getting his ideas into the open, Kywyn settles in his chair and moves it closer to NaShae's. He continues to finish with the notes, holding NaShae's off hand under the table. Seemingly emptied of speech for the time being, Kywyn natural aura of quiet returns. Some might mistake it for coldness, but NaShae knows it is more akin to shyness... a soft fear he won't acknowledge.
*shakes her head*
Beloved, he won't forget you. You're his father. He looks up to you.
*puts away the notes and eats dinner with him*
*after a while, heads off to be for the night*
As if that were a commonplace occurence, Shae turns back to lay down by Kywyn, closing her eyes. Attempting to move, trying to get comfortable, she finds that she's immobile. Her eyes snap open and standing before her is a little, old man with an evil smirk on his face. Shae tries moving away or calling to Kywyn, but no sound comes from her.
The man picks up an axe and strikes her in the head, though oddly, she feels no pain. Thinking the man missed her, she sighs with relief and tries again to call for Kywyn, to no avail.
She feels a panic as the man leans over her and realizes to her horror, that he did hit her and is now digging in her head. Carelessly, he tosses some things away after examining them, then adds items from a bag he has with him. Shae manages a whispered, "No." But the man smirks in answer and goes into the living room.
Panic fills her eyes as the irrational thought, "He can't leave me like this, " floats through her head. Just as she thinks that the man comes back with the wooden spoon Shae uses for cooking and dips it into her open skull. Stirring for a while, he brings out the spoon and 'tastes' the mixture.*
*with a shriek, Shae sits up her eyes popping open*
*her hand moves to check her head to make sure this was not something real*
*sure that her head is normal, she sits and stares at the door to the living room for a moment, shivering*
*she shakes her head as an odd feeling of energy battles with exhaustion, blinking her eyes slowly*[/color]
Groggily, he turns to NaShae, "What's wrong?"
*shakes her head and sighs*
I'm sorry, beloved. It was a dream.
*shivers a little and lays back down beside him, curling close*
I didn't mean to wake you.
*kisses him and buries her face in his neck*
Kywyn lays down facing her, hands in her hair.
"If you'd like to talk about it, you know I'll listen."
No... just a dream... little man....making soup....in my head.
He soon falls back to sleep, entranced by his lover's warmth.
Hermy opens his eyes and jumps to his feet. He runs towards Alissa to give her a hug.
“Alissa! I missed you! Did Aria have you reserected while I was sleeping. I’m sorry I missed it. I was planning on asking youi if you wanted to come back, but I guess this answers that question.”
Alissa slips out from between Hermy’s arms, and skips back a few yards away.
“No silly,” she giggles, “I’m still dead.”
Hermy looks to the ground.
“Oh.”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Being dead isn’t just rotting away in a box. I’ve learned to cook! Do you remember that pie you never ate? The one that the ghost gave you when you were saving the city?”
“Sure, that was a great pie!”
“Well, I know how to make it now!” Alissa exclaims. ‘And do you know what else?”
“No, what?”
“The music when you are dead is so much better! Every song is great to dance too!”
Alissa begins to twirl around as an unseen symphony begins playing “The Little Brown Puppy.” Hermy claps and then tries to reach for her hand.
Alissa dances away.
“You are so silly Hermykins! I can’t dance with you. You’re still alive..”
Hermy stops and looks at her.
“Does that matter?”
“Yes, it does. Dead people and alive people can’t dance together. It just doesn’t work.”
“What about kissing?”
Alissa frowns and shakes her head. “No kissing either.”
“Oh.” Hermy stares at his hands. “Huggings probably not allowed either.”
Alissa shakes her head more and sits down at the bar. She takes a sip of the milk that Marroc offers her.
“No hugging, or holding hands, or even just sitting next to each other. We will just have to wait until you are dead too before we can finish our honeymoon.”
Hermy smiles. “Is that all its gunna take? We coulds both be happy ifen I was dead.”
“You would not have to be afraid, and I wouldn’t have to be alone.”
Alissa smiles at Hermy and has Marroc pour a second glass of milk.
Hermy smiles and draws his Kirby’s dagger..
“This is gunna be so great. I gets ta be with you again!”
Hermy puts the knife up against his throat and slides it across. Alissa claps and blows him a kiss as the blood starts to spurt out. Hermy manages to grin before he collapses to the floor of the training room..
“I’m coming Alissa!”
Hermy closes his eyes and sighs.
He goes to sit by NaShae in bed for a while longer. After delivering the spellbook notes to where they needed to go today, they could hopefully work on gathering money for Alissa or maybe talk to Hermy again.
Kywyn looks to his pack on the floor. If they were to sell the spyglass, he should probably check to make sure there are no identifying marks on it.
[Forget all prepared spells, prepare:
Resistance
Virtue
Guidance
Doom
Command
+ Longstrider
]
Several hands roughly pull Hermy to his feet.
As his eyes crack open, the glow around Gamis hands slowly fades.
“You were very lucky Natala found you when she did, Hermy.” Daron lets go of Hermys arms and steps back. “I guess I was right about halflings again.”
Natala scowls at Hermy.
“Just what do you think you were doing, Sir Woodhome? You could have killed yourself.”
Hermy glances over the assembled crowd of his friends. He gives Grack a small wave.
“That’s what I was trying to do.”
Frowns cross over everyones faces. Minto coughs and slips behind Major.
“And why would you do something that idiotic?”
Hermy turns to stare at Natala.
“So I could be with Alissa again of course.”
Natala nods at NaShae. NaShae steps forward and slaps Hermy across the face.
“You don’ts understand! I love her! And I wants her to be happy again. With me!”
Natala steps forward and kneels next to him.
“And how would killing yourself make Alissa happy?”
Hermy looks around at everyone, trying to find support. Even Aria refuses to meet his eyes.
“We’d both be with the Mother then. We could dance and eat, and even kiss then.”
Natala grips his shoulders and locks eyes with him. “No. You would not.”
Hermy flinches.
“What? Of course we would.”
“No. You would not.” Natal sighs and loosens her hold. “Do you think the Mother looks kindly on people trying to take her place?”
“I don’t want her place. I just want to be with Alissa!”
“It’s the Mothers place to choose who lives and who dies. Not yours.”
“But… But I feel so alone! And sad! I don’t want to be sad anymore! The Mother will understand! She doesn’t want peoples to be so sad and useless!”
Natala lets him go and then turns away.
“She doesn’t? Then how do you explain gnomes?”
Natala begins walking away, all of Hermys friends besides Minto and Major follow her.
“Minto! I am right aren’t I? I’ll be with Alissa again if I kill myself won’t I? You are a bard. You know this kind of thing!”
Minto shakes his head. “You might be with her again. But you won’t be the man she loves.”
“What do you mean? Alissa will always love me!”
“Yes she will.” Minto nods as he mounts up on Major and prepares to ride off. “But you won’t be you anymore. You won’t be a hero. You’ll be a weak, selfish person like your brother. Someone that puts his happiness before the greater good of the world. There is still evil to be fought. Are you going to let it go unchallenged? How could she love you if you did that?”
Hermy stares at the backs of his friends as they leave, and then looks down at the dagger still clutched in his hand.
He slowly puts it back in it’s sheath and draws his sword.
He whispers to himself.
“I loves you Alissa, that’s why I can’ts be with you yet.”
He charges into the darkness.
*A frightened rat scurries off as Hermy snaps awake and dashes out of the alley.*
Some part of Gamis's mind reaches a realization at this point in the night, and forces him out of the dream, to move on to another. He doesn't wake, only shifts position in his sleep next to Miri before turning slumber-doped attention on to the next disjointed scene that plays out behind his closed eyes.
He remembers nothing of it beyond a sense of unease that he writes off to yesterday's confrontation with Aria when he wakes in the morning and goes to the window with his beloved to pray and choose his spells.
[1st: cure light wounds, divine favor. 2nd: bull's strength]
The paladin gives a kiss to her and the two of them go downstairs for breakfast. Cleaning up afterward, he goes upstairs to get gird on his mail.
As she walks, her staff tapping the road quietly, she ponders how effective she is being, not sure if the day is just quiet.. or if she just can't see lawbreakers at work. As that last thought hits her, worry begins to nibble at the back of her mind, despite all she does to keep it from bothering her.
Finally, fustrated and hot, she heads to the Last Lich to get a bite to eat and a drink, and to think.
*once they finish, packs them into the scroll case and goes to clean up*
*dresses quickly, then gets ready to leave*
*kisses Kywyn*
Thank you for helping with this.
*waits for him, then they head out to the Tower*
[to Hightower]
[chitter]No get mice in market. Why no get mice in market? I eat mice. Should get mice in market.[/chitter]
*sighs*
[chitter]Ix, there are no mice in the market. I can't get mice because no-one sells mice.[/chitter]
*arguing calmly with her familiar, she goes about putting the flowers in water and arranging the food in the kitchen, ready to cook later*
*sits down with the notes from NaShae, and forgets about cooking*
Ran has been spending a lot of his time alternating between meditation and working on his notes about the Way of the Elements, feeling a lack of insight and true wisdom is preventing him from choosing the right path.
Only now do I realize how dependant I was on the guidance of my masters at the monastery - and still am. I have been focusing on my physical skills too much. I should have realized that the goal of action without thought is not attained by allowing instinct to take over: it is attained by the elimination of the need for thought. He who sees clearly, needs not consider his path. It is laid out for him.
Deciding to return to Zoli Rassul's practice sessions in the morning but restricting his personal training in favour of expanding his mind and finding his place in the world, the elf heads out to see if Natala is in her shop.
Deciding that the market is the best bet for directions she heads into the market to ask for more precise directions.
Guard: State your business here.
He says as if this is a trying routine for him and he shifts his stance impatiently waiting for an answer
Silmarwen: I am looking for a Jackal, Sir Darkar Shadowood, I have a message to deliver to him.
The guard point to another building a little ways from the palace
Guard: That is the Jackal compound you can deliver your message there.
Anaya...
Kai's dark form wraps his cloak around his body and steps out of the shadows within the abandoned house. He jumps through an open window and land softly unto the street. He raises up and turns down a sidestreet and speeds down it.
*graps his scarf and pulls it up over his face*
Coming to a stop, Kai peers down the alley of the Nobody's inn. After a minute of silent he pulls away from the wall and walks down the the alley towards the entrance of the Inn.
[Nobody's Inn]
Ran joins sifu Zoli's practice again. While the recent events have hardened him and honed his skills, it's clear to the observant eye that something is troubling him, making him hold back ever so slightly. Nevertheless, the monk is attentive and picks up on every instruction given.
After the lesson, Ran helps sweeping the courtyard before leaving.
Lucian walks past Natala's shop, pausing as he passes.
oO. (That's a good thing to remember. If I'm hurt, I can get aid there... At least that's what my employers said.)
Lucian moves with fluid grace into the park.
oO. (This is such a nice, quiet spot....)
He finds himself a clean spot of grass under a tree and rests, watching the crowd.
.oO(It's been so long since I've seen her...)
*she continues down the street then lowers her hood once she is at the park, her black hair flowing in the soft breeze as he closes her eyes and smells the sweet air of the park*
oO. (The heat is dangerous day to sit, one may begin to doze before he notices what's happened.)
The half-elf stands and dusts some grass off his clothing, pausing when he sees an elf in the park. oO. (She bears watching...)
.oO(I don't think I have ever seen him before..)
(Elvish.)"Nice day for a walk. 'Tis good for the sun to reveal all."
oO. (...never seen her before.)
NaShae and Kywyn paced through the street leading toward the west gate to find the guild they seek. Kywyn keeps watching the buildings as they come into view.
*steps closer to Kywyn as they wait, trusting him to watch around them and keeping her eyes on the door*
The noise level is high, with caravaners and merchants debating rates, distances, routes, and all the other details of moving the goods.
*walks over*
Excuse me. We were sent here with the reccommendation that you may be willing to buy a spyglass we are wanting to sell. Do you think anyone here would be willing?? Or would the guild itself buy something like this?
He nods towards a barred window set in the wall.
The sign above that window reads 'Cashier.'
Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you.
*walks with Kywyn to the window mentioned*
Greetings, I was sent here. We have a spyglass to sell. Would the guild be interested??
*brings out the spyglass to show the cashier*
The cashier looks up from her ledger and wordlessly takes the spyglass, 'hmm'ing as she inspects it. "Fine piece of work, this..."
Inspecting it a bit further, she offers 500gp.
"We do have need of such things, on occasion."
500?? That's all??
*shakes her head*
This is worth much more than that.
The cashier offers the piece back to NaShae.
.oO(Time, we don't have.)
*nods*
Worth is relative. I'm curious how much the members have to contribute to the guild. And you put the worth of their time away from families at 500 gold. With this, they could get home quicker, make sure they can do their jobs better, which, in turn, makes more money for the guild.
*shakes her head*
And you only give that a worth of 500 gold. Think of the money that could be made if you could sell that to the merchants. That your caravaners can see at a far distance and that will help keep their shipment safe.
Wouldn't that bring more merchants to your guild?? Instead of that upstart one. The silver sword...
"Miss, we do have other spyglasses. It's not like you hold the only spyglass in the city in your possession.
Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do. I'll raise my offer to 550 gold; take it or leave it."
I guess that'll have to do.
*hands over the spyglass and collects the money*
.oO(I hope we can raise a bit more with the potions...)
Thank you.
*walks out of the building*
We should head back to the market. I need to check on something.
*knows she's not fooling Kywyn and that he 'heard' the thoughts about the desk, but still not wanting to vocalize it until he sees the surprise*
[to Market]
(e) Any day is good for the sun to reveal all.
"Depends on what there is to reveal."
There is plenty that is revealed. It all depends on how you see things.
There is alot one can learn in the city if they have lived in the wilds all their life and the same vice versa..
*shrugs*
It all depends on your point of view.
*she smiles somewhat*
So are you new to Garic's?
"I've lived here all my life, work just keeps me busy. Yourself?"
Ran finds himself settling in again with the other students quite easily, speaking briefly with Querysse and a few others before and after the training, talking about everyday life but also about their expectations and goals. The monk tries to get a feel of their sense of being, trying to emulate the way they are grounded in the world, doing what needs to be done and finding joy in that.
They accept what is given freely and gratefully, but don't expect beyond what they can account for themselves. And if things don't work out as planned not only do they not complain, as is proper, but they learn and improve themselves, which is admirable. I wish I had their sense of purpose.
No..I come from the forests northwest of here. I have lived in Garic's for several months now..it's like a second home to me.
The park is my favorite spot to sit and think...
.oO(And I do alot of it...)
So you have lived in Garic's all your life? What's that like? I'm not much of a city person myself, but I have made friends here and it has become a part of me.
"What is the city like? The city is full of life, and excitement. A good place to make a name for yourself...."
.oO(You can say that again
)Ummm..would you like to get something to eat and talk? I don't know about you, but I'm famished and I'm sure you have alot of stories about the city.
He gestures with his walking stick towards the inn.
*she smiles and begins walking with him*
.oO(Natala will have to wait..)
I just realized that I never got your name..
*she continues to walk towards the Blue Pumpkin at his lead*
oO. (I probably should head back to the Fox after this.)
To the Blue Pumkin
Since I quit my job at Sir Gibbins', I find myself with an exceeding amount of spare time on my hands. It would be good if I could use that to learn how to be a healer. Perhaps I'll see if Natala's at her shop today on my way to the park.
[to Natala's Mystic Store]
Anaya...Anaya Starnodel.
To Blue Pumpkin
*rubbing at her itchy nose, she walks with Kywyn back through the graveyard, and out near the LLI*
*heads toward the apartment*
Did you know which potions you wanted to sell?? Or just all of them??
*walks upstairs to the apartment, and gets out the potions, looking them over to decide which they are able to part with*
Kywyn pulls up a chair next to NaShae and holds each vial up to inspect it.
"I guess the ones to resist the elements would be generally useful for adventurers. That would include us if we have to venture out, but maybe they're worth more?"
"I also have one vial that I found that hasn't been identified yet."
A brief flashback of the war-slain corpses flashes into Kywyn's mind, but he doesn't let it faze him.
We also have the scrolls.
*shakes her head*
I feel bad needing to sell this. These are your share of what we brought back. I can't decide which to sell. It seems that it's all things you have that we can afford to be rid of.
*sighs and rests her elbow on the table and her head in her hand*
These could all be useful, but it's not something I use often. Whichever you think you can part with, beloved, is fine with me.
He taps his index finger along the tops of the vials, stopping on one of the potions.
"This one, was supposed to allow a small transformation... Maybe we could try with this one since it seems like a simple effect."
Pressing his finger into the stopper, Kywyn rotates the small container on its bottom edge.
"We could also stop by the temple or the Silver Sword guild and try to find out how much everyone else has raised?
The Temple might be best. Likely would be best, as we aren't welcome at the Silver Sword.
*quietly*
Or at least I'm not.
*sighs*
I don't think there's any way for us to gather all this money. If we had more time, it might be possible. Maybe we could join the others and try to collect it from somewhere else...if Aria will even work with us.
*shakes her head*
I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling well right now. But I shouldn't be so negative about this.
*rubs at her eyes, which are watering and slightly red*
Shifting his chair closer, he eases NaShae's head onto his shoulder, saying quietly, "Maybe you should rest for a just a bit."
"We can go inquire at the temple... and make sure our donation was received. Maybe Aria has cooled down since last time. And we could speak to Hermy first."
Kywyn raises his hand to touch NaShae's cheek.
We don't have time to rest. I think it was just the smell in the other room that was bothering me. That was when I started feeling bad.
*nods*
Did you want to head there now to talk to them??
*leans into his hand and brushes her lips across his palm*
*quietly*
We should get dinner too. With everything that needed to get done today, there's not much time to cook tonight.
He leans his head forward to touch his lips to NaShae's forehead.
"It would be better to work with the other people, at least know what they are doing, instead of working blindly."
You're right, beloved.
*raises her head to kiss him*
I'm ready to go now. We can bring the potions with us. See if any of them know how much they are worth.
*stands and puts on her cloak*
Or if Natala's there we can find out if she would be able to sell them.
*finishes getting ready, then takes Kywyn's hand and heads out to the Temple*
[to Temple]
Darkar: Silmarwen tell me more about yourself. I do not recall meeting you before today and yet we lived in the same home town for almost eighty years.
Silmarwen: We come from the same place that is all. I have been a student, teacher, an advisor, and a care giver all of my life. I have many homes, and a large family. I only return to Fis-Rua-tae to rest and rejuvinate myself. That takes place in the temple, but since you rarely visit them why should you expect to see me.
Darkar is quiet and they turn the corner and they approach the inn.
.oO(I stepped into that one.....
)*Brodda hits the streets in the dark and eerily silent early morning hours, a strangely smug grin on her face.*
.oO(Ah must be dooin' the Motherr's worrk! Its the oonly explanation ferr meh bein' up at this hourrr!)
*She looks up and down the street and heads toward the Fox Boarding House.*
.oO(This is wherre he's suppoosed teh be stayin', accorrdin' teh Marroc. Ah'll hang aboout in the shadows and see if therre's any masked men teh be foound!)
*She heads off with a grin, quietly humming.*
[to Fox Boarding House]
.oO(How am I going to pay Shae and Kywyn back?)
*she continues on the thought and starts heading towards the temple of Ordo*
.oO(Maybe the mother will be able to help me find an answer..)
*she turns a street and walks to the temple*
To Temple
Last night.
Lucian quietly makes his way through the streets towards the richer districts.
oO. (Busy day... Let's see what the boss'll want in the morning....)
The half-elf enters the Fox Boarding House.
The Fox.
Silmarwen: I would like to met Natala if possible, since she was raised with Mithuial en Gil. Apparently the council was convinced that she is part of the prophecy.
As she gets closer to her patrol area, she shakes her thoughts from her head, determined to find someone she can speak with abuot them in the near future. Perhaps asking the Lieutenant for extra training.. No! She shakes her thoughts from her head again, and becomes alert, staff tapping the ground lightly as she walks.
*locking the door, she gets changed and drops into bed after the long day, forgetting about the dinner*
After cleaning up a bit, Kywyn falls into bed, curling around NaShae.
*getting up, she fixes breakfast for them both*
*as she gets ready for the day, she hears the knock on the door*
*hurrying to the door, she opens it and lets in the delivery men*
*she directs them to put the desk in the corner and angled so that it can use the light from the window, knowing that they can try to move it later if that's a bad place for it*
*gives the movers a couple coins for their help, then finishes breakfast, picking at the food while she waits for Kywyn to wake*
Lucian nods.
"Lucian it is. It is quite the house. Highest quality service. I was wondering if you were looking for board, miss?
He pauses.
May I have the pleasure of knowing the name of one so lovely as yourself?"
"Ah'm Brrrodda, loveliest dwarrven barrd in all these parrts!"
*She grins, thoroughly enjoying the self-proclaimed title.*
"It is a pleasurre teh meetcha, Lucian.*
*She resumes walking.*
"Ah am indeed lookin' ferr a new place teh stay. Seems Ah've worrn out meh welcome at meh currrent rresidence."
*It doesn't take much effort to give Lucian a regretful expression, in the light of the damage she'd recently inflicted on Mrs. Weatherby's kitchen.*
"Ah was scooutin' out the neighborrhood, trryin' teh get a feelin' if Ah'd like the arrea herre."
*She looks around and drops her tone slightly, as if she were about to tell a secret.*
"Ah'm a bit worrried aboout how Ah might fit into a place as nice as that one back therre."
oO. (A dwarven.... bard?)
"I'm sure you could fit in fine... there are not many in our area of your talent.... Do you have an other employment experience? I may be able to find you a job in the area"
*She looks hopeful at Lucian.*
"Do yeh rreally think yeh coould help meh get a job back therre? Ah coould sing and play ferr the guests and tenants."
*She grins*
"Then Ah coould save up some money teh moove out o' meh current situation."
"I'm sure I can find you a job, but unfortunately not with the Fox. The Fox Boarding House is probably the quietest places in the city to rest. So it may not be for them. However, some of the customers may be interested in hiring you on a temporary basis. I'll ask around. You said something of a situation you're in... Is there anyway I can help?"
"Ohh no, thank yeh, though. Ah kin take carre of it. Ah just need an incrrease in meh cash flow."
*She walks a few minutes in silence, thinking about the events of the day so far.*
.oO(Ah've foound the masked man, and hoo-boy, what a mask! And temperrmental he is too. Why, he wanted teh kill meh when Ah knocked him overr! And he's lookin' teh hook up with some grroup! That's what Marroc is wantin' teh know, Ah'll wagerr.)
*She glances at Lucian, taking in his clothes, his demeanor, his body language.*
.oO(And then therre's this fella. What teh make of him. That halfling nearrly pushed him oout the doorr teh escorrt meh. Suspicious. Brrodda, gal, yeh'd betterr not trrust this one too much. Ah think yeh've got yehrrself into it again.)
oO. (Mysterious... I wonder why she'd go sticking herself into Striker buisness. Hoping for a reward maybe.? No matter. I'll see if I can find out what she's up to.)
"How about this... I'll talk over your offer of buisness to the owner. I really don't work there. He's a close friend though and maybe he'll be interested. Care to meet me at the Blue Pumpkin tomorrow night?
"It is so good of yeh teh help meh like this. And yeh doon't even know meh!"
*She grins.*
"Ah'll be happy teh meetcha. Blue Pumpkin, tomorrow night."
"I'm glad to be of service to a fine damsel such as yourself."
oO. (How can people say drivel like that and be sane.... Makes me glad not to be a full blood. Gag.)
"'Till tomorrow. Farewell!"
Lucian makes his way back to the boarding house.
"Morning," he says as he puts an arm around her.
He washes up and eats before spending some time with NaShae, admiring the desk.
"It's great. Thank you for doing this."
Kywyn runs his fingers over the grain of the desktop.
"Dak's going to like it too..."
After a small pause, he turns to NaShae, "Any idea what is going on today? Are we waiting on word from Hermy, or should we continue trying to find information on our other problems?"
*watches him and smiles softly as he looks at the desk*
It's for you. I wanted to get you something special. Thought it might be useful. So you have a nice place to draw.
*sighs and shakes her head*
I don't know. Maybe we should work on one thing at a time. Get things settled with Alissa before we work on the other problem. Of course we could ask Marroc if he knows anything.
*frowns and rubs at her eyes, which are still feeling scratchy and watery*
Kywyn moves behind NaShae to put his hands over her eyes, hoping his cool fingers might ease her irritation.
"But you might be right. Maybe we should go talk to Hermy, Gamis, or Natala again."
*bites her lip*
I'd like to help, but it almost seems like there's so much to do and everyone just wants to talk. There's very little of the money collected. Nobody has a plan, except Aria, for getting the rest, and even she is putting herself into a debt for it.
*leans back, into him*
I know we can't do anything by ourselves. There isn't a lot of time to get everything done.
"Yeah... Trying to decide what to do is complicated."
"If Aria does secure the money from Malifaeyr, it would at least have that taken care of. If we have to gather it on our own, it will take some more planning."
It will.
*shakes her head*
I'm not sure what to do, though. Aria takes my wanting to help as feeling guilty. And yes, I do feel bad, but I know I wasn't the cause of Alissa's death. But she'd take my not helping as the same, I'm sure of it.
*feeling frustrated, she clenches her fists*
I'm just not sure. And I'm tired and feeling bad. But underneath the tired is energy. Like when magic is trying to show itself. But a lot of it.
*unclenches her fists and rubs at her temples*
*frowns slightly and whispers, reaching for Kywyn's hands*
I'm sorry, beloved.
*laughs suddenly*
I never thought I'd see the day when humans were moving to slowly for my preference.
.oO(Ah coouldn'a tell if he was just an innocent bystanderr orr what his deal is.)
*She shrugs*
.oO(Ah well, if Ah kin get closerr to the situation, Ah may find oout all Ah need.)
*She turns and heads for her favorite bar.*
[to Nobody's]
"And Aria is embodying some emotion now... not sure if it's rage or grief, but it can't be easy on you."
Kywyn puts a hand to Nashae's head, unadroitly feeling for a sign of fever.
"Are you not feeling well because of anything else?"
I don't think I'm sick. Or not like a normal sickness. I didn't start feeling badly until going into our other room yesterday. The smell in there was bothering me and all the wolf hair Anaya left behind.
*shakes her head*
There's no fever. Just scratchy eyes and my head hurts.
*shrugs slightly*
"It could be related to your powers perhaps. I had a throbbing in my chest from time to time before. Now, I think it was the phantom arm trying to get out. Our magic is living, right?"
He rests his chin on NaShae's shoudler, "Let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel better?"
"Is there anything you can think of that we could take care of on our own? If we have to wait, we can at least make the best of the time."
.oO(It's getting late..I'll make a visit to Shae and Kywyn's apartment in the morning)
*she heads towards Nobody's*
To Nobody's
I think our magic is alive, but this doesn't have the energy feel behind it like the tiredness does.
*she thinks for a moment*
We could still try to sell the potions, if we no longer want them. And talk to Marroc. We should talk to Gamis or Hermy too. Just to see where things are.
"I think we could try to sell a few potions. Though if Hermy is serious about going out and finding funds somewhere else, some of them might be useful."
"Your plan sounds good," he stands up straight and reaches for her hand.
Kywyn walks to find his boots and pack.
*stands and finishes getting ready for the day, putting on her cloak, boots, and pack*
*when she's ready she reaches for his hand*
We have the potions?? Are there any scrolls we won't need if we're going to find the money elsewhere??
"There are a pair with a defensive magic in them, we could attempt to sell one of those?"
When they are prepared, Kywyn opens the door for NaShae and locks it behind them.
"Maybe we can even talk to Marroc first... Do you think he would have any use for potions or scrolls?"
I didn't think he likes magic. Or maybe it was just the impression I got.
*stays close to Kywyn as they walk*
We could go see if he is, though. I'm more interested in seeing what information he may have.
"Any information he could give would be more useful," Kywyn nods.
They walk through the edge of the slum section of town until they apporach Nobody's Inn.
---
[To Nobody's]
.oO(How long have I been buried in these notations? How long since I ate? Where in Thalos' name is Gamis?? And... I must be wrong about that aspect. Food, tea, a bath, and then I'll return to it.)
*moving stiffly from having sat too long, she rebuilds the kitchen fire and makes tea*
Ixchal [chitter]We go out? Go tree-grass-squirrel place? Go horse-hay-mouse place?[/chitter]
[chitter]Oh, Ix... Well, a walk would do me good. Alright.[/chitter]
*drinks her tea, washes her hands and face, makes a sandwich and puts the papers in a scroll-case*
*grabs her quarterstaff from its place by the door and goes out*
to the Park near Natala's
*settles on a bench, begins reading the notes yet again*
.oO(But... where will NaShae find such a thing?)
He's surprised not to find Miri at her desk, where she's been fixed for the last few days. .oO(What has she been working on? Not her spellbook...)
A search of the house turns up no Miri, but he does notice that her staff is gone. Assuming she went for a walk, he heads out of the house as well. Another circuit of the marketsquare doesn't find her, so he heads for the nearby park.
.oO(There we are...) He blinks and his eyebrows perk as he notices the scrollcase, then he starts for her bench, walking moderately, pears still in hand.
Ix [chitter]Miri-mate! Tall-clanky-horse-man![/chitter]
*Mirielle blinks and looks around*
.oO(Tall clanky horse man? A centaur? No... OH!)
*smiles and waves to Gamis, standing to embrace him*
Darling.
*her face brightens, and the sparkle that no-one but Gamis sees flashes in her eyes*
Where have you been all morning? I don't remember you leaving...
*arms around Gamis' neck, she deposits a kiss on his nose*
"I walked over to the Guild to take Valor out. Are you hungry? I brought a snack." He indicates the pears with a turn of his head, but doesn't put her down.
"I was a little surprised to not find you working again when I got back to the house."
I got hungry.
*looks at the pears*
I had a sandwich, but... those look good.
*blushes*
And I was starting to wonder if I was seeing things. If I'm right... NaShae may not be able to help her mother after all.
*gazes worriedly into Gamis' eyes*
Well, her illness is due to an error made in magical research, and therefore requires a magical cure. She won't just 'get better.'
*munches on the pear, brows twisted in thought*
It looks to me like a number of elements will need to be brought together, under carefully controlled conditions, of course, to effect the cure.
*sighs heavily*
The only one I feel confident in identifying, so far, is a mummy. Or, part of a mummy. I'm not sure how much of a mummy, or if it needs to be a particular part of a mummy, but really, Gamis, where would NaShae find a mummy?! She can't just buy one in the Market square!
*her lower lip trembling, Miri looks ready to cry*
"And I'm sure he's tried magical means of removing diseases... Um, does it call for an undead mummy? Or just something that's been dried out?"
I'll have to consider that. But darling, just 'drying something out' does not make it a mummy.
A mummy undergoes days, even weeks, of ritual. It's wrapped in specially prepared cloths, imbued with exotic, expensive spices and resins. Really, I'm not sure it would make a difference if it were undead or not, for my purposes... But I'll consider that further.
*nibbles her pear some more*
Necromancy is really quite fascinating...
He takes a bite out of his own pear and leans back against the bench.
"What about some of the other... elements? What you've figured out about them, at least?"
There is a strong, very strong, fire element. But it's tied to an essence of vitality that I do not yet understand.
*nibbles on the pear meditatively*
And... another necromantic aspect that is... chillingly strong.
Maybe... I don't know. The only part I'm sure of so far is the mummy. And since I can't begin to imagine where NaShae is going to get a mummy...
*sighs and shakes her head sadly*
What have you been doing?
He shakes his head slowly. "They may have the Mother's clergy use another spell to communicate with her spirit. Hermy wants to think about things first before he makes a decision, and think about what we can do to raise the money... But the preservation spell on Alissa has given us more time."
How much does she need?
Looking grave, he takes a bite out of his pear.
"If we can't find Hermy or Gamis at the guild, maybe we could try the address Gamis left us," Kywyn says to NaShae, "Or see if Natala is in her shop."
He strides with deliberate paces as they exit the slums.
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
"A lot... Five thousand worth of diamonds, for her to be raised. Father Camrun said that the spell to communicate with her spirit is nearly a thousand."
Looking grave, he takes a bite out of his pear.
*gazes silently at nothing*
We helped when it meant raising Natala. And Alissa was barely out of childhood...
Gamis finishes his pear in a few bites and is silent for a moment. "Darling... I know you don't like to think about it... But what would we do if something happened to one of us?" He turns his face to hers, eyes searching.
If... If I lost you, I would honor your wishes as I understood them. For myself...
*she looks down, considering, then raises her eyes solemnly to his*
I can't see such a thing being done, unless I were truly needed here. As Natala was needed, somehow, though we still don't know why.
That sounds fine.
*walks with him to the silver sword, watching around them as they walks through the streets*
[to SSAG]
He lays his palm on her cheek as he looks back into her eyes. "I think you're selling yourself short... How many wizards can Thalos call his own? Not many, I'm sure... You're very special. He has thousands of paladins." Gamis smiles, trying to reassure her.
"I want to stay in the world that I'm most useful to him... I don't know if that's this one or the next." He strokes his knuckles along her hair. "But I hope it's this one, here with you."
Thalos can call me his own in this world and the next, but I'd rather serve him from your side.
*rests her head on his shoulder*
You said there's a spell that would reveal the Mother's will in the matter of Alissa?
Perhaps... rather than offering to help pay for her to be brought back, we should be offering to help pay for the divination.
That, we could afford... and I know I would feel easier contributing to something that would bring more clarity to the situation.
"Do you think Malifaeyr would accept enchanted weapons or scrolls in trade?"
I don't know... Honestly, I'm a bit more concerned about explaining to NaShae that, just for starters, she has to come up with a mummy. Where is she going to find a mummy?!
I don't have time to do that research, fascinating as it would be.
I'm directing a dissection, deciphering these notes, and... developing a spell of my own invention. I have my hands full.
*blushes, and grins wryly*
I should find NaShae and tell her, though, about the mummy...
"She and Kywyn know our address now, but I assume we'd find them at the Last Lich...
He moves his head slightly to look at her. "Do wizards invent their own spells often? What do you have in mind for yours?"
Not so very often... I'm just determined to never be grabbed by a troll again!
This spell will allow me to get out of grabbing distance and still have time to do something else, like cast another spell, or shoot my crossbow if it's already loaded.
*stands, holding Gamis' hand*
Do you want to come with me to find NaShae? I'd like to get this over with...
*drawing the hood of her cloak up, she walks the streets aimlessly*
.oO( I need to talk to her somehow...but it seems she is more upset than I thought..)
*she sighs*
.oO(How am I to do this? Just walk up to ther door? No she's liable to lash out s soon as she sees me at her door, or shut it in my face...)
*she stops and leans her back against the wall of a bulding*
.oO(If I am to talk to her....)
*she shakes her head*
.oO(No..it would be best to let her cool down first...Maybe I should talk to Natala...)
*she hets up off the wall and heads towards Natala's shop*
To Natala's
oO. (What was it that father said about this situation. Sure, your neighbors may have more money than you can imagine. But stealing from them makes things difficult to escape when they can point you out...)
He gets to his feet. "After that, maybe you should take a break from work. You've been at this for so long."
Well, at least long enough to get a decent meal tonight. Where shall we look first? I don't think she works at the Lich anymore, and they have an apartment now.
*she tells Gamis the address*
oO. (I guess I missed breakfast and lunch.... That'd explain it.)
He makes his way to the Blue Pumpkin.
.oO(Ai! Ah'm suppoosed teh have dinnerr with that Lucian felleh tonight! Ah plumb forrgot!)
*She looks at the shadows on the ground and determines that it isn't quite dinnertime yet.*
.oO(Ah'd best head in that dirrection, though.)
Mrs. Toadfoot:
"They do, dear, but they're not in right now. Haven't been all morning. Should I leave them any message?"
"Just that Gamis and Mirielle were by would be fine, thank you, m'am."
A dull crash inside the house changes Mrs. Toadfoot's expression as she sighs.
Mrs. Toadfoot:
"Well, if you'll excuse me, dears, I need to get back inside. Nice to meet you!"
With that she closes the door behind her.
The single pear finally gives up on keeping Gamis's stomach from rumbling. Craving pasties, and thinking of where to look for Kywyn and NaShae next--perhaps the Temple, the paladin guesses--they head into the market for lunch.
"Excellent timing, frriend Lucian. The sun is only noow beginnin' to set.*
*She steps forward, closes her eyes, and inhales deeply through her nose. When she opens her eyes, they seem to sparkle a bit more than a moment ago.*
"Meh favrrite time o' day is coomin'!" :D
"Agreed... the night is fine and young. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
"Ah've not spent a lot o' time yet in the northerrn parrt o' the city, except the palace. Perrhaps up therre?"
*She turns and heads that direction.*
oO. (Damn.. North, why did it have to be North? Why couldn't we just stay away from the rich end of the city?)
He pauses for a moment as the last few rays of sunshine beam down on him.
Ahh...
*She chats away as they walk along.*
"It must have been interresting, grroowing up herre in the city. Did yeh have lots o' friends? Did yeh'rre family have mooney? Orr did yeh have teh starrt worrking as a child? Ah've hearrd o' such things."
oO. (You're becoming attached Lucian... you can't afford to make friends with people. I guess it wouldn't hurt this once....)
"Money has always been a random thing for me... Easy come, Easy go.... What is the purpose of having it if it doesn't go to use?"
He pauses. Then begins speaking somewhat tiredly.
"Friends are all I've got. My parents have been gone for a long time and I have no siblings. Never met any aunts or uncles. I have to work to support myself and survive."
*She falls a bit quiet as he speaks of his background.*
"What a sad thing, teh be aloone. Frriends can indeed become one's link teh life when yeh have no one else."
*She looks up at Lucian and though she can see (barely) the unhappy look in his eyes, she smiles.*
"Ah'm happy teh be one of 'em." ;)
*She looks ahead again, humming.*
oO. (I'm glad I can consider you a friend Brodda... Just stay away from the Boarding House.... please...)
"Arre therre any spots in this parrt o' toown that yeh'd considerr teh be... lovely and good ferr quiet rreflection?"
"There's the bridge over the river in the warehouse district that is a quiet spot..."
Lucian begins walking in that direction.
He gazes at her, "Are you feeling better? It seems progress is being made."
.oO(The warrehoouse distrrict? Ah wanted a toourr of the rricherr distrricts closerr teh The Fox... how teh rredirrect him therre without makin' him suspicious?)
*After some thought, she decides she can tour that area on her own later. She follows Lucian towards the warehouses.*
"It soounds lovely! Let's go." :D
*She looks carefully around to be sure there is no one shadowing them.*
oO. (Pleasant night.... I'm glad she didn't want to see the noble district....)
When they reach the bridge, the night is quiet. The river reflects the moon and the stars' light gently. shining up over the rail. Quietly Lucian leans onto the rail.
*nods, gazing adoringly at him*
I think the air did me good. I'm still feeling a bit odd, but much better.
*walks closely to him and rests her head on his shoulder*
We're getting quite a bit done, but it still seems unresolved to me. I guess I'm waiting for a plan from those who have done this before.
*heads up the stairs to the apartment, yawning suddenly*
*frowns as she opens the door for them*
Maybe I should lay down for a bit. Would you like to join me, beloved? Or was there something else you needed or wanted to do??
.oO(Such sadness... despite whateverr frriends he has, he's still lonely. Too bad human communities arren't like dwarrvish ones. No one's lonely in theirr clan.)
*She rests her chin on the same rail that Lucian leans upon.*
"Ah kin almost hearr music coomin' frrom the waterr. And the starrs add theirr harrmonies to it."
"It also seems that the silence magnifies the sound. during the day you can hardly hear yourself think. This is a place where I come to reflect. It's soothing watching the water."
[Perform: Wind Instrument +9]
Entering the apartment, Kywyn drops his backpack down and walks with NaShae to the bedroom.
"Of course I'll stay with you," he answers.
As NaShae lays down for a rest, Kywyn pulls off his cloak and unstraps his gauntlets and boots. He sits beside her, cradling her head with an arm.
Not quite as tired himself, Kywyn takes the time to work on some sketches on his drawing tablet. The gentle rise and fall of NaShae's body lulls him into an intoxicating comfort.
It was worth fighting for. To have moments like this with her. It was worth fighting for to get Dakarai back with them, and to do what they could for NaShae's family. To give them all a chance for harmony. He considers how the things he once thought so important now were not so, and the other things that he neglected would be the things to save him from falling forever.
"Whatever you find worthwhile in life, is worth fighting for," Kywyn thinks as the afternoon fades placidly into evening, like a blanket floating down over the world.
oO. (She is very talented... it is not often one hears a song of that calibre.)
Lucian watches the water, eyes misty.
oO. (I wonder what ever became of father...)
oO. (Now this is a person I will find a job... She deserves no less. I am in her debt.)
.oO(That was a fine piece. Thank yeh, Motherr.)
*After a while, Brodda looks at Lucian, a warm smile on her face.*
"Shall we head back now?"
"Thank you very much Brodda, that was touching."
"Thank yeh, Lucian. It was an honorr teh play with such an orrchestrra, and forr such an audience."
*She grins.*
*As they again approach the center of town, Brodda stops.*
"This is wherre we parrt, meh frriend. Ah go this way and, if Ah'm not mistaken, yeh'rre headed back to The Fox, that way."
*She smiles, looking up into his face.*
"It was trruly a pleasurre spendin' the evenin' with yeh. Yeh have meh thanks."
"'Till next we meet. Fare well lady Brodda."
Lucian walks to the Fox.
.oO(Verry complex, that one.)
*Careful of her surroundings, she returns to Mrs. Weatherby's.*
*moving her face close to his neck, she lets his scent and the security of his nearness lull her into a trance*
*rests for only a short time, then wakes, feeling a bit better*
*slowly opens her eyes and watches Kywyn for a moment before moving enough to kiss him*
Hi. Thank you for staying with me.
Ran joins the others students, having arrived only barely on time. With Natala's lessons in mind, he starts to concentrate on the mechanics of the movements, trying to determine exactly why doing something a certain way feels right. His knowledge of the body's structure and how bones, tendons and muscle interact is far too limited to really grasp the concept of it all, but the monk is convinced that training as a martial artist and being trained as a healer are mutually beneficial skills. At first his divided attention affects his focus and concentration, but soon he's able to properly participate in the training while at the same time studying it in a more clinical fashion.
"No need for thanks."
He spends a quiet evening with her, discussing their possiblities and just sitting together. After darkness has fallen, the pair eat a simple supper and retire for the evening.
Kywyn makes a small note to remind himself that they are to meet Gamis and Mirielle at the Last Lich.
---
The next morning, Kywyn tries sitting at the new desk.
"When things slow down, I should try selling drawings from this desk. Some sort of income wouldn't hurt."
*cleans the house until it's time to meet Gamis and Miri for lunch*
In the morning, they pray together and have a quick breakfast before Miri goes back at it. Gamis heads out to the Church to try and research mummies, but achieves little in the short ammount of time he alots himself before going home again to walk with Miri to the LLI to meet Kywyn and NaShae.
Kywyn's movements flow back and forth between sudden speed and deceptive slowness, his arms and legs aligning with his body in different stances. His jumping moves land with some noise, and Kywyn chooses to stop before drawing complaints from the floor below.
When the time comes, he asks NaShae if she is ready for lunch and heads to the door.
---
[To LLI]
After the training - with a small selection of bruises to show for it, allowing for some first-hand practice of the wisdom Natala has been imparting - Ran stays a little while longer, talking with a few of the other students who aren't pressed for time either. The conversation confirms something the elf only recently started to realize: while the devotion to the Silent Moon practice varies, even for the most intense students the art is not the center or even focus of their lives. They all have jobs, some families, some even a religious calling, all of which are more defining of who they are than their being a student of the Way. The Silent Moon may pervade their whole way of living and thinking, it doesn't control their lives. It is a way to a more meaningful, richer existence but it doesn't give meaning to that existence.
I have been blind until now. I thought becoming strong in the Way would give me answers, but that would be too easy. The Way will help me find answers, but only if I ask questions - and that I cannot do simply by turning away from the world, training only to perfect myself. That perfection means nothing if it's isolated. It can only be reached through acceptation, by finding my place in the world and only then transcending that in true harmony.
Humbled by the realization that he has lead himself astray, and that what little progress he has been making towards his goal was accidental rather than deliberate, Ran bids the other students a good day and returns home.
.oO(She's trying so hard to help NaShae out...)
He turns his head and watches her as he "feels" the sun creeping skyward.
*teetering from her perch, she waits until Miri rolls to her back, then launches herself to land with all four feet on Miri's chest*
Ooof!
*gasps for breath*
Alright, you furry maniac, I'm awake!
Oh, the thought of Valor pouncing you awake!
*squirms to a sitting position, eyeing the sky*
.oO(Not enough time before the sun is up... Still...)
I should go by Natala's today. It's time to get a refill of my powder...
*glances at Gamis from the corner of her eye as a blush creeps up her neck*
"It's been a month now, then...?"
Yes...
*giggles nervously*
*Ixchal succeeds in liberating the ribbon from the end of Miri's braid and races across the room with it, tumbling and rolling in glee*
"She's in a mood this morning, isn't she..." He looks back into her eyes. "Should we give her a few minutes to play?"
Yes, I think I can do without my hair ribbon for a while...
*kisses Gamis as he pulls her down*
Have to keep it braided... can't have it falling into my alchemy experiments, or dragging through wet ink in my spellbook...
Oh, is that what the helmet is for?
*runs her fingers through his hair, stops talking*
*some while later, glances at the window*
I suppose it's never completely too late for prayer...
Very patient...
*stands, tugging Gamis to his feet, scoops up her nightgown and slides it on*
And I'll be sure to get that powder today, so we don't have to endure another month of being 'patient'!
*grins at Gamis, then steps to the window with her holy symbol*
"There aren't many better ways to start a day of poring over tomes in a library..."
I'm no historian... I'm more useful working the notes.
Have there actually been any cultures around here that practiced mummification? If you could find someone who has made a study of such things, it would help.
I'm as forgetful as any doddering old wizard when I'm deep in my studies... Perhaps we should hire someone to come in and help with the cleaning and cooking?
*pulls her gown on over her chemise, looks around for her hair ribbon*
[chitters]Ix, give me ribbon now[/chitters]
*Ix squeaks and dashes for the door with the ribbon*
I suppose... but I'd rather not have to worry about it.
*braids her hair, waits for the ribbon to tie it off*
He presents the ribbon to her. "Your treasure returned to you, milady."
Thank you, my Knight
*ties off her braid*
I think it would be a good idea... We're both very busy people.
*walks into the kitchen, slices a loaf of bread and some cheese while water heats for tea, then sets the breakfast on the table and sits across from Gamis*
"Need to get moving... Those books aren't reading themselves." He kisses her goodbye at the door. "See you tonight."
Then he hops off the front step and down into the street, heading for the CoA, wearing a smile.
"Good day to yee, know where I can find a... What's the name?"
He turns to Tensek, who gives him a dry look.
Tensek "Kiara vel Distriea"
"Aye, that's it.. know where he may be?"
*hums and starts for her notes, then veers off and takes a hot bath*
.oO(I think better when I'm clean... Oh! Natala! I'd better go see her before I get lost in my research again!)
*dries off, dresses, heads for Natala's Mystic Store*
Ran participates in today's training at Zoli's. Afterwards, he freshens himself up and decides to go into town and look for something interesting (and possibly lucrative) to do.
I'll drop by the guild later today. Maybe there are notices posted for short term jobs that won't interfere with my other engagements.
Before heading for the Silver Sword however, the monk wanders about, taking in the half-hidden alleys, small shops and houses adding flavour to the area surrounding the market place.
Originally posted by Burleg Kharn
Burleg, Tensek, and Hodge search through the various guilds in the city. Eventually they run upon the Miners Guild. Upon entering Burleg approaches the clerk.
"Good day to yee, know where I can find a... What's the name?"
He turns to Tensek, who gives him a dry look.
Tensek "Kiara vel Distriea"
"Aye, that's it.. know where he may be?"
"Heh. She might be in her office. Up the stairs, second door on the right."
Looking, Burleg and Tensek see stairs in the back wall, leading up.
Burleg rubs his hands together and walks up the steps to the door, giving it a good: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Well, ye needn't pound on the door like you were breaching the dam on the great Red Yang! Come in!"
When Burleg opens the door, he sees a woman of late middle age, competent and attractive in appearance, sitting at a large and well-used desk.
"What is it? Looking for work?"
"Yes, I am. You've been there, then? With what result?"
Burleg crosses his arms and sucks his teeth before begining.
"We were goin into the mine in search of gems. I found it some time ago. After clearing out the nasty dwellers undeath, lizard men, some squishy thing, and this giant, metal eating bug, I found some gems. My companion here found your letter. The bug ate my axe, the only hierloom of my father's house. It was passed down through many generations...."
Burleg's tones actually softens for a moment here, buthe quickly regains himself.
".. ahem.. It also ate my heavy pick, and my shirt of mail, of very fine craft mind you. Now your mines are clear, but at a heavy price. "
"You have proof of this? The hafts of the axe and pick? The body of the monster?"
"Me axe was solid steel, I left the pick handle. I'm not lying to, and the thought of you doubting my word puts a rather bad taste in my mouth."
Burleg's isn't hiding that he is keeping his temper restrained. His tones is very mono, and short.
"We have the bug outside."
Kiara rises to her feet, and grandly gestures to the door.
Outside Burleg stands proudly by the stinking carcas of the bug.
"There he is.. foul wretch.. "
He spits after gesturing to the creature
"Ugly thing! And how am I to trust this is the source of the mine's problems?"
Tensek produces the note as exibit A
"Yes, that's fine, but how do I know this is the creature?"
Burleg wipes his hand over his brow to calm himself.
"A complete stranger, who has admitted to stealing from my mine, and you want me to take your word?"
Kiara holds out her hand.
"If this really is the creature, you'll be well rewarded."
Burleg slowly and suspicously hands over the gems in a small leather sack.
"Yes, certainly from my mine... I can see you knew what you were doing. Hmm."
Glancing up, she sees a man approaching, and waves him over.
"Wallis! Just the one I was wanting. Come and look at this."
The mournful looking man trots over obediently. Kiara gestures to the cart, and he looks inside with a yell.
"It's the monster! AAAHHH!!"
Jumping back, he trips on Burleg and lands sprawled in the dusty street.
“Take his word then?”
"Well. That seems pretty definitive.
The reward was 500 gold coins, and that you shall have. Come with me back to my office, if you please."
Kiara walks back to her office, Wallis trailing along behind the little group, and unlocks her safe. She takes a sack, locks the safe again, and fills out a receipt.
"Your names?"
"No. One bug, one reward. However... I'll permit you to keep the gems you mined, without prosecution for trespassing and theft."
She fills in the receipt, and offers it to the duo to sign.
Once outside he drops the creature in the street and leads Hodge away.
"Well Tensek... agian I've been wronged.. I'm off to me cave."
.oO(This is gooin' teh be a good day! Ah kin feel it!)
:D
"I need tah do some shopping first.. Pipe weed and some grub"
Burleg goes towards the market place
"I thinks we should try ta find our dwaf first."
"Ummm, Hermy? If we were looking for a dwarf wouldn't it have made sense to talk to Aramil at the guild? He's been there for days working in the forge."
"Well... ummm... It mighta been the best idea. But wese outside now. We cin always go back laters.... You shoulda mentioned that before we left anyways."
"I thought all the clanging and pounding would have alerted you.... Anyways.... Where shall we look? And who are we looking for?"
.o0(If you say Brodda, I'll write another song about how kind and generous you are.)
*Hermy steers Major around a corne to a street heading towards the Last Lich..*
"A dwarf... Wasn't you listening?"
"I figure we cin find one of the ones we know at the Lost Lich. Everytime Ise seen Brodda or that dwarf guard its been there."
"Ivan was there most the time too. Its kinda like the dwarf home away from home."
"Just like Nobodys is fer halflings,"
*Minto follows after Hermy.*
"Sounds like a good plan. Though if we were looking for Lt. Gerug, I think the chapterhouse would be the best choice."
.o0(It looks like it will be Brodda then. She's more likely to be there.... hmmmm, I wonder how my breath is?)
*Minto breaths into his cupped hand and then smells it.*
*Satisfied with the result, he removes his hat and straightens the feather.*
"Oh youse right again. Why don't you ever mention this kinda thing before I start going the wrong direction."
"Gah, maybe I shoulds find our elf first."
.o0(No! Dwarf first! Dwarf first!!)
"If you are sure about that. We are heading towards the Last
Lich though. Hey! Wasn't NaShae on your elf list? She's most likely there."
.o0(Come on, say it... "Youse right Minto" come on, you know you want too.)
"Nah, she don't work there no more. She quit cause it was takin away to much of her snuggling time with Kywyn."
"They gots a place over thata away."
*Hermy points towards the halfling quarter.*
"But youse right, she was on the elf list. Lets go see ifen we cin finds her.*
*Hermy turns and urges Major onward.*
*Minto halts Big Ivan and stares at the direction of the Last Lich.*
.o0(I've really got to learn to keep my mouth shut.)
*Minto sighs and spurs Big Ivan after Hermy.*
*A few halflings youngsters, stop their game of rock throwing and stare.*
"Look, 'E's got a red 'elmet an googles! That's Sir Hermy. Greatest Hero ever born."
"Oi 'eard 'e personally saved Lord Malifaeyr from soime dragons."
"YerfulloitsoIsaisa! Hewereinchorgeothadrags. Hesentthemtaburnopthatrolls."
"Shut up, Halftuck! What do you know about heroing anyways."
"Whats he doing here? Hermy usually spends his time with the Lords of The City, not us common folk."
"Maybe 'E's slummin?"
"Or maybe he''s recruiting more soilders for his elite bodyguards! I met one of them. His name was Davvo and he was the toughest son of a..."
"I'm tellinin yer gramma what yer gunna say!"
"... beast. Go ahead. While yer at it, why don't you tell her that I called you a ..."
*Hermy blushes slightly and pretends not to hear them as he rides by.*
*Minto grins and throws a few copper coins to the boys.*
*They frantically wrestle each other trying to get to them.*
*Minto rides up to Hermys side.*
"I think you need to come by here more often. It would be good for the kids to see a real life hero take an interst in them."
"Yeah, I suppose it would."
"Kinda likes Durin did with me, right?"
*Minto nods.*
*Hermy nods back and turns Major around and approaches his fans.*
"Hey! Hi! Hows are you guys doing today?"
*Hermy stares back, equally slack jawed.*
*Minto sighs and speaks.*"Playing skip rock are you? Did you know that Hermy is a master rock chucker. In fact he very nearly killed a devil troll with a simple rock he found on the street."
*Hermy quickily looks at Minto and whispers.*
"It was a magic rock."
*Minto ignores him.*
"If it wasn't for the fact that Demmion himself interfered he would have killed it but instead Hermy just took the trolls head clean off. But you know how trolls are. It grew back pretty quick."
*The youngster let out small exclaimations of awe. Minto continues.*
"But it was enough to make the troll flee along with it's entire army. All because of a little thrown rock. And do you know how Hermy learned to throw rocks so well? I'll tell you.... He learned it playing skip rock."
*Hermy whispers again.*
"Actually I learned by throwing rocks ta keep the rats away from my food."
*Minto ignores him again.*
"I bet if you ask nice enough Hermy will play a few games with you."
Hermy tries to straigten out his bard again quietly.*
"Ummm, Minto. Wese suppose to be roundin up a adventuring party, not playing games an stuff."
*Smiles appear on the kids faces.*"Will ya really Sir Hermy?"
"Please, show us how you saved the city with a rock."
"Could you show me 'ow to throw. Sometimes Oi get chased boiy dogs an OI cin never scares them off. If you taught me 'ow ta throw I bet Oi could."
"Please. Pretty please. With sugar on top."
*Hermy looks at their eager faces and smiles.*
"Hands me a rock please."
*Several smooth rocks are held out for him. Hermy looks them over and picks the best one.*
"See that box over there?" He points at a box across the street. "I bet I cin bounce this rocks off it an makes it come riccosh... recosh... ronconm.. bounce back."
*A few of the kids look unsure.*
"Really I can. In fact if I can't then I'll let you all go for a ride on my dog."
*Major raises his ears and tilts his head to give Hermy the eye.*
"But ifen I does do it, then you kids gots to do something fer me. Ok?"
*Most of the kids nod, a few still look doubtful.*
"What do we have to do?"
"Well Ise looking for some friends of mine that live around here somewheres. I just needs you to help me finds where they live."
*The kids nod. Hermy keeps talking as he warms up his throwing arm.*
"Shes an elf named Miss NaShae. Shes got silver hair and shes kinda moody some of the time."
"An her husband is a guy named Kywyn an hes always moody. An he talks funny too. Not funny likes an accent just funny likes you can'ts understands him even though hes usin real words."
"Does you know them?"
*A few of the kids nod. One raises a hand.*
"Thy live upstairs at my cousins aunts place over there."
*The boy points towards Kywyn and NaShaes. Hermy smiles at him.*
"Thanks. I guess since you already told me I'd better hit that box an make the rock bounce back or I'll hafta lhave Minto sing you a few songs too."
*More smiles from the kids, and a bigger one from Hermy.*
*He draws his arm back and lthen launches it forward.*
*He has just enough time to wink at Minto and let out an overly exagerated "oops" before it falls back down narrowly missing him.*
*He grins and pushes Minto forward.*
"Sing the one about how I single handedily helped the guild save the city from Cone."
*The kids gather around Minto, and he plucks a few strings on his lute and starts singing.*
*Hermy listens for a verse and then picks up one of the kids and places her on Major.*
*He leads Major down the street towards the house that NaShae and Kywyn call home, and then turns around and puts another kid on Major and repeats the process until everyone has a chance to ride.*
*Once they are all done, Hermy picks the rock off the ground and hurls it towards the box.*
*It strikes the box with a sharp ping and comes sailing back across the street.*
"Hmmm, I wonders why it didn't do that the first time. Must be broken. I'll takes it home with me an fix it."
*He pulls one of his rocks from his pocket and hands it to the closest child.*
"You cin use this one until I brings it back. It aint magic or nuthin, butits a good rock anyways."
*He pats th boy on the head, and then climbs up on Major.*
"I'd better go see ifen my friends is home. But I'll bring back your rock soon. I promise."
*Hermy and Minto wave and ride towards the house. The children follow after waving and cheering.*
*Hermy goes to the house and knocks on the front door.*
*The boy whoses cousins aunt rents out the room tugs on Hermys sleeve.*
"They live upstairs, but they aint home right now. I saws them leaves earlier."
*Hermy frowns slightly and then shakes the boys hand.*
"Well thanks fer letting me know. I'd have looked silly standin at the wrong door waitin for someone who aint there ta answer it. Thanks."
*The boy beams with pride.*
"Will you guy does me another favor?"
*The children all nod.*
"Ifen you see my friends will you tell them that I knows where they live and that I'll be backs."
*They nod again.*
"Thanks. I'll see you guys again soon."
*Hermy and Minto mount back up and start to ride away. Once they are out of earshot, Minto looks to Hermy.*
"Should we go try to find Brodda now... oh, or that other dwarf if you want."
.o0(Though why you would is beyond me.)
*Hermy shrugs.*
"Sure... whatever."
*He spurs Major forward.*
*Minto catches up.*
"Is something wrong?"
"Kids is pretty fun aint they? Alissa an me was gunna have lots of them before she dieded."
*He urges Major to go faster.*
*Minto stays a few feet behind.*
Kywyn and NaShae,
I had some progress with the research today, and have learned about one tomb containing a mummy that was found west of Garic's some years ago. The author proceeded to write a whole book speculating on the kingdom in the Western Desert the tomb came from. It's not much, but it's something, and there could be other tombs like it. I hope I'm wrong, and the notations were poor, but on the downside, the site could be as much as a week's journey away from the city. I'll do more looking at the Mother's Temple tomorrow, you should be able to find me there, where I can tell you the details.
Sincerely,
Gamis Pfaebinn
He then makes his way home.
They reach their home and climb the steps to their room. From behind, a soft, high voice is heard calling for them. Kywyn turns to see Mrs. Toadfoot at the base of the stairs. He paces down to meet her and crouches down to take the note she offers.
After thanking her, Kywyn returns to their room with Nashae. He opens the note so they can read it together.
"Looks like he came to the same information. We can meet him tomorrow and exchange details."
Seeing that it is getting late, Kywyn finds some food in the kitchen for them to eat before they take the chance to rest.
In the still hush of the night, the thought loiters in his mind. The more Kywyn wonders why he is not sleeping the more firmly that sleep eludes him. The half-waking internal dialogue runs in spirals until it starts tripping upon itself. Eventually, Kywyn feels his world slip into a peculiar self-narration. As if he were describing his actions to some unobtrusive watcher.
"Why do I ask what time it is when I can't get to sleep?" I thought to myself.
In the dark, I felt her beside me. Her yielding warmth was like an absolute, a sure thing I knew. I don't like working in absolutes, they seem contradictory. Like saying nothing is absolute is an absolute statement. The nature of words, I supposed. Why wasn't I asleep anymore?
Not wanting to impose my restlessness on NaShae through our links, I delicately lifted my side of the covers to allow my legs to sidle off and let my feet to touch the cold floor. The next part was trickier, slowly pulling away from her arms when it was the only place it felt proper to be. But she appeared tired, a combination of the dilemmas surrounding us and the strange allergy she seemed to have picked up, and I didn't want to rob her of the rare time in her Elven trance where she might be free of the trappings that bind all of us.
I observed her for a time. I don't know how long, because the time still evaded me. She was perfect. Even if such a thing doesn't exist, she was perfect at that moment from my mind. That's how I would describe her if asked about it.
Still not fully coherent, I kissed her on the cheek and fumbled toward my boots. If I couldn't really sleep, I might as well explore the roof of the building like I had planned to do. The train of thought was far from straight, but I couldn't tell.
When I exited the room quietly, my eyes straining for whatever light they could seize, I noticed how quiet it really was. The theory that I was, in fact, dreaming crossed my mind. But even if I was, what could I do about it?
I found myself walking to the door of our apartment, opening it quietly, and closing it behind me all in a fluid motion. I stepped quietly as I could around the floor of the building, looking for an access to the rooftop. Unsuccessful, I made my way to the window at the end of the hallway. Unlocking and opening it, I looked out at the blackened sky. This would have to do, I figured.
Something made my eyes flicker sideways, and I turned my gaze to find a latticework climbing the side of the structure. I tested it with my hand and it seemed stable. I would just need a few feet to reach the roof.
Snaking a foot out to catch the frame, I shifted my weight out the window and pushed myself up to the roof. Success, I thought. Though at the last moment, my base foot lost its grip and my torso dropped onto the edge of the roof with a mild thump. This action sent my heart pounding and woke me up the rest of the way.
I scrambled up to sit on the shingles. The stars still stared down, and the moon. The light of unknown stars glimmered while the moon bathed the city in a faint, muted glow.
I sat for a long moment, I swear I could feel the moonlight pushing on me.
Things come to mind, like they always do first thing upon really waking. You reaffirm who you are, separating it from any lingering dreams. You remind yourself of your surroundings, the things that matter. You remember what you are supposed to do today.
The process was automatic. Kywyn. NaShae. Dakarai. Garic's City. Meet Gamis and help Alissa. Find cure for Shae's mother. Root out source of Dak's danger so we can get him back.
The somethingness that averts the nothingness.
I paused, looking at the moon. Not quite full, or past full, I could never tell. The same moon Dak saw before he slept, even though he was far away.
"I can't feel you, kid," I said quietly, a private conversation between the stars and myself.
I couldn't reach out. The moon changed in my mind. I was angry with it suddenly. It was taunting somehow. The moonlight made me feel... short. The energy I could channel through my body, it felt like it was falling short. I couldn't reach out with that aura anymore... it's different.
Maybe it was an illusion, like I've heard the light of the moon isn't truly hers. In the moonlight, something empty ran through me. The crossing lines the children of the market had taught me blew away like dust. I redrew them, but I knew it wasn't the same. I had seen through the dust, and I could no longer impart that illusion to others. I was angry at the moon because maybe I saw myself, the fake light, the false life, in it's glow. I can only delude myself now...
Then just as suddenly, something like forgiveness or at least acceptance flowed through me. The moonlight was still light. Real and false didn't matter to my eyes which were using the light to see. That energy in me, I could use it, I just felt I couldn't pass it along anymore.
I felt a little sick. I wanted to get back to NaShae
Kywyn wakes back in his room, sitting at the new desk. Dismissing the previous moments to dreaming, he stands to head back to bed when he realizes he has his boots on. He removes them, standing on one leg and then the other, and returns to the bedroom. Crawling back next to NaShae, he finds himself slipping back to slumber. Time enough to sleep.
*she sighs softly, a feeling of absolute contentment flowing from her through the link they share*
*feeling the uneasiness in his thoughts, even for a moment, she wraps herself around him, entangling her fingers into his hair and trying to comfort him*
*Brodda steps out of the market and, humming softly, winds through the streets, contemplating her next step.*
.oO(How am Ah gooin' teh find oout what Masked Man is up teh? Ah've got teh get betterr at shadowin' and the like. How teh do that? Ah've prracticed in the marrket, but Ah oonly drraw attention teh mehself. It's like Ah need a teacherr.)
*She finds herself in the slums -- an area not terribly familiar to her, yet not wholly unfamiliar. She begins to pay more attention to her surroundings.*
*Finally Hermy stops his dog and turns to his bard.*
"If yer gunna humms it, at least hummm the words to so I cin enjoys it too."
*Minto smiles and then starts to sing the song as they travel.*
*Hermy occasionally joins in on the chorus.*
*Minto flinches slightly each time he does this but manages to act like he appreciates the wordful tone-deafness of the hero.*
*The two halflings pass right by the Last Lich Inn, and head south.*
*The urge to finish the song is to hard to overcome.*
*By the time Hermy had butchered the last note, they find themselves in the slums.*
*Hermy looks around cautiously and calls out to Minto.*
"One more time!!"
*As she meanders along, off in the far distance, she hears what sounds like someone trying to sing something and is very glad she isn't much closer.*
"Ummm, Hermy.... Maybe I could sing us another song. "Little Brown Puppy" is great and all, but there are other songs you might enjoy listening to more."
*Hermy shakes his head.*
"I doubts it.... It's mine an Alissa's song."
*Minto nods an smiles weakly.*
"Of course... ummm, maybe I should sing it then while you listen and remember the good times. That's a bards job afterall. To keep memories alive."
"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan."
"You sing an I'll members stuff."
*Minto begins singing the song again. Outting his all into it.*
(ooc: perform 29)
*His voice carries far.*
*A few passers-by stop their traveling to listen. And some children come running to see where the song is coming from.*
*Hermy wipes some tears from his eyes when he thinks no one is listening.*
.oO(The singing... its imprrooved... it soounds like...)
*She watches the children scamper away in search of the singing. She grins.*
"Minto!"
*She walks none-too-slowly after the children, and as she approaches, she thinks perhaps she'll try to blend in, but finds, as she gets closer, that she couldn't possibly do the song justice. When she sees Minto and Hermy coming down the street, she smiles and leans up against one of the buildings.*
"What do yeh think yeh'rre dooin', brringin' yeh'rre enterrtainin' 'rround these parrts?"
"Looking for you actually. We were going to try the Last Lich but got caught up in a moment."
*Hermy rubs his face dry with his shirt and rides up behind Minto.*
"Yeah, we needs a dwarf.... For a very importants job."
*Minto nods.*
"So naturally I thought of you ."
*Minto smiles.*
"Yeah, I thoughts of a few others dwarfs. But Minto thinks yer the best choice."
"Ah'm flatterred, Minto! Thank yeh!" :D
*With a much more sobered look, however, she turns to Hermy.*
"Herrmy, Ah hearred aboout yeh loosin' yeh'rre missus. That's terrible news and Ah'm sorrry."
*She takes a step back and looks at the two.*
"Now what is it yeh'll be needed Garric's most beautiful dwarrfess ferr? Hmmm?" :D
"Well you see, a couple of whiles ago me an the rest of the Silver Sword guys had ta go save the city from the shadows an stuff befores they coulds come back, an there was a lot of zombies an ghosts an evil clerks an unreal pies an stuiff in this deserted castle."
"An where theres that much kinda bad guys theres usually a lot of treasure an stuff. Undeads don't spend their loot an evil clerks likes ta hoards theirs too so the place is bounds to be packed with gold an stuff likes that."
"An I needs ta gets lots of golds sose I cin buy diamonds. Sose I cin ask Alissa, my wife, ifen she wants to be alives again an then to makes her alives again."
"Ise gunna need thousands. An to get that much on such short notice always involves almost certain death."
"An that's why we needs a dwarf."
*Minto nods and quietly adds.*
"II was a little hesitant about the certain death thing myself, but almost everytime I've gone adventuring with Hermy theres been a risk of certain death. And I'm still alive. He doesn't let his friends die."
"Well except fer Arnor an Ivan."
"He was the dwarf who went last time."
*Again Minto speaks up.*
"He died slaying a dragon. Not at thiese ruins."
After getting up and eating a small breakfast, Kywyn suggests they try to find Gamis at the temple and help put the gears in motion for this endeavor. A hint of an energetic tone underlies his voice, as if he wants to do more than the day would allow to achieve their next goals. It is buried under a practiced self-containment, but he knew NaShae understood.
.oO(Unreal pies? Shadows? Evil clerks? Well, okay, there's that one felleh at the Guarrdhouse...)
"Arrnorr? Dwarrf.... died while on adventurre with yeh? Fightin' a drragon? Alone? Was he daft?"
*Still trying to absorb all the information rushed at her, she keeps murmuring back what she's heard.*
"Ask Alissa if she wants teh rreturrn?"
.oO(Gold ferr diamonds... teh pay ferr the Motherr's clerrics... got it.)
"This trreasurre is wherre now? In a castle? And yeh need a dwarrf specifically why?"
*She stops, then starts again.*
"Of courrse Ah'll help yeh. What a song it woould make! Not even death coould keep 'em aparrt!"
*She winks at Minto.*
"I needs a dwarf cause we had a dwarf last time. An last time we managed to save the city without no one havin to die."
"We had two halflings too. This time thats gunna be me an Minto."
"An we hads an elf, a wizard, a not a werewolf guy... and a gnome. But I think we cin do without the gnome. Bringin an extra elf or a clerk or somethins a better idea."
"Ah see."
.oO(A not a werrewoolf?)
"Ah'm honorred teh be helpin' yeh, if yeh'll take meh. Ah imagine yeh'll be wantin' teh git starrted soon. Ah have soome shoppin' teh do ferr magical supplies. Otherr than that, all Ah have teh do is pack."
*Her attention wanders for a moment as she already begins a mental list of what to take.*
"If I coulds starts yesterdays I would."
"But youse the first one I've talkded too."
"I still needs to go talks to my elf."
"I was thinking taking Darkar might be good. He wents before the last time, so he already knows what to expect. But ifen I takes NaShae then I gets Kywyn too. He coulds be my wizard."
"Or I coulds asks Mary Ale an then Gamis coulds be my not a werewolf guy."
"Or I coulds take Natala an Area."
"Not only aint she a werewolf, she aint even a guy."
"Or I..."
*Minto cuts him off.*
"We have a lot of preparing to do as well as you can see. Where can we get hold of you when it's time to go? Or maybe once we get back too."
"Yeh kin leave worrd ferr meh at Nobody's. Ah check in therre prretty frrequently. Once Ah git meh stuff togetherr Ah'll wait ferr yeh therre."
*She looks at Minto and can't help but smile.*
"Until then."
*She turns and heads out of the slums to complete her errands.*
.oO(Ah'm gooin' teh hafta have Minto explain the "not a werrewoolf" thing sometime.)
*Minto smiles.*
"Well we have our dwarf. And we got the best one too."
.o0(I'd better get a haircut before we leave.)
"Yeah, now we just needs to get the best of everything else."
"Well we've got halflings covered."
"Yeah, but gettin the best elf aint gunna be as easy. I aint even sure there is such a thing."
*Hermy spurs Major forward.*
"Come on! Lets finds our not a werewolf guy next. I'm thinking Gamis is best fer that. Cause ifen he agrees then we gots our wizard too."
"An that'll make choosin our elf a lot mores simple."
*she gets ready quickly, gathering anything they may need for the day, not expecting to be back until late*
Should we find Hermy before Gamis so we can ask him if he would be willing to go to the west to find the tomb?? I'm not sure if he has other plans on where he would like to go.
*once she's ready, stops for a moment and wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly*
*kisses him and whispers*
Thank you, beloved. For helping with the problem with my mother. I know you want to get Dak back soon and we've had to put that further back to solve this and bringing Alissa back. As soon as we get this done, we'll work on getting Dak back here with us.
*gently brushes her hand along his cheek and gazes at him*
*kisses him once more, then grabs her cloak and pack*
*leaves with him when he's ready, heading out into the streets*
Tensek, and Burleg.. oh and Hodge make thier way back to the industrial areas of Garic's city. They look here for gaurd jobs, expedtions, and any other involving oportunity for loot in the wild. Burleg checks the mining guild, to see if any new mines are hiring on or any possible sites need clearing out of dangerous badguys.
.oO(It woouldn't do any good teh be out in the middle of noowherre and not be able teh cast a spell because Ah doon't have a bit o' wirre orr soomethin.)
*She heads for Natala's Magic Shop.*
Tagg had Brie slow doen the pace when he enetered the city. He looked around, and liked what he saw. He spotted a particularly shady looking tree. He dismounted his jackass and sat down under the tree, enjoying the beautiful day, and pondering what he could do next.
"Grrreetin's therre. Yeh'rre lookin' a bit tirred. Arre yeh allrright?"
"Yes, I'm okay. I just arrived here and was wondering of where I should go."
"Hello Brodda, Whos yer new friend here?"
"Excuse me, what are you doing?"
"Helloo again, darrlin'. Ah doon't knoow yet. Ah was just inquirrin' mehself. Ah thoought he looked a bit wearry, so Ah thought Ah'd see if Ah coould be of assistance."
*She turns her attention back to the elf.*
"Ahhh, welcome teh toown! If yeh'rre lookin' ferr a place teh stay, therre'd be the Last Lich just overr therre. Orr if'n yeh doon't have much cash, Ah'd go to Nobody's."
"My name is Tagg. I come from the forest east of this city. Thank you for your help. And who is this odd dwarf that just poked me?"
"Nice teh meetcha, Tagg. Ah'm Brrodda and this is meh frriend Burrleg. Doon't mind him. He's a tad grrouchy."
*She chuckles some more.*
Burleg gives the elfs a pityful look, but narrows his eyes at Brodda.
"She don't know what hses talkin about boyo, I'm quite the nice dwarf!"
"Arre yeh herre on business orr pleasurre, lad?"
"You thumbed me. Thats quite bad enough"
Then he turned his attention to the nicer dwarf
"Both. I plan on living here."
Tagg takes her hand and stands up
.oO(Hmm... yes, Mrs. W's and The Fox... that woould give meh anotherr excuse teh goo overr therre...)
he looks at Burleg, waiting for a response
"Hermy would be a good idea but where would we find him?"
He takes a few steps before thinking he's not sure in which direction to head.
"Brodda I don't know why you deal with such folk!"
He hurrmphs
.oO(The Fox orr Mrrs. Weatherrby's? Ah've not seen anything incrriminatin' overr therre, howeverr Masked Man went therre lookin' ferr suspicious connections. What if Ah take Tagg therre so Ah kin spy some moore and he ends up in trrouble?)
*Hearing Burleg speak to her, she just smiles.*
"C'mon, Tagg. Ah'll show yeh teh Mrs. Weatherrby's."
"Lad, yeh think all elves arre murrderrous orr theivin' orr both. Ah'm surre it'll be fine. Woould yeh like teh walk with us?"
*She smiles her special smile for him.*
Burleg walks behind patting his axe
"What brrings yeh herre teh Garrric's? Is it the money, the food, orr the women?"
*She grins at her own humor.*
"I'll see whats available, all three categories. How much is it for a room at this Boarding House?"
*the three travelers rode through the city, and eventually arrived at the Boarding House*
[to Weatherby Boarding House]
*she exits the mystic shop and stops for a moment, pulling out the black pearl*
.oO(I don't see why I should hang onto this..and frankly the thng creeps me out...)
*she places the pearl back in her bag and begins to head towards the market, but stops when she sees Brodda, another Dwarf and 2 unknown elves*
.oO(Brodda seems to be the popular one these days doesn't she...)
*she shakes her head and continues on her way to the market*
To Market
"That woould be nice. Ah'd like teh see yeh'rre idea of home."
*She chuckles and winks at him.*
He stops and thinks for a minute
"Do you like Silver or Gold?"
"Gold, most definitely."
*She looks at the sky, not at anything particular.*
"Be carreful out therre, Burrrleg."
"I can handle the wild"
"Ah knoow that. Yeh'd betterr git beforre it gets darrk orr soomething."
He holds her hand a stroles a little longer
"Thanks Brodda"
"Thanks ferr what, darrlin'?"
*as she walks out of the shop she notices how late it is and hurries back to Nobody's Inn*
To Nobody's
Originally posted by Kywyn
Stepping outside their apartment, Kywyn turns to NaShae.
"Hermy would be a good idea but where would we find him?"
He takes a few steps before thinking he's not sure in which direction to head.
*stops with him and looks around*
We could try the Church?? Or the Temple??
*thinks for a moment*
We may be able to find Hermy at Nobody's. Might be the best place to look for him. As for Gamis, unless we check at the church, I have no clue where to start.
He smiles and blushes at his show of his soft side
"Yeh'rre welcome."
*She turns her gaze to the front again, dropping her hand and taking his.*
"Maybe you could come help me sometime?"
"Help yeh? And get all dirrty?"
*She smirks and shakes her head.*
"Ah'll help yeh decorrate when yeh'rre doone diggin'."
"Theres a stream near by to clean up in, I ain't a pig.. Though I could use one.."
"Oh Ah didn'a mean teh say yeh werre a pig, darrlin'! Ah just meant that diggin' is dirrty... as in 'dirrt' is dirrty. Yeh knoow. Dirrty."
*She chuckles*
"And strreams arre terribly cold teh bathe in."
He smiles and winks at her, while lookin back to Tensek
"Flowerrs and herrbs and such, yes! And a few mosses and lichens too, ferr flavorrin'!"
*Brodda thinks back briefly to her home where many such underground and a few above-ground gardens existed.*
"Soounds like its aboout teh be comforrtable then."
"Ah'd be happy teh help, but it'll hafta wait a bit. Herrmy needs soome help talkin' teh his wife."
*She sighs.*
"Ah doon't underrstand thoough why we can't just accept the death of ourr loved ones and let theirr spirrits be. It's the naturral way of things."
"I long to speak with me father, though he would be ashamed, but I'll not disturb his lasting sleep"
*Her brow furrows.*
"Just because its not soomethin' Ah woould do isn't a rreason teh not help him do it."
*The lines in her face smooth out and she smiles.*
"Besides, therres a powerrful storry that'll coome out of it." :D
Originally posted by NaShae
*stops with him and looks around*
We could try the Church?? Or the Temple??
*thinks for a moment*
We may be able to find Hermy at Nobody's. Might be the best place to look for him. As for Gamis, unless we check at the church, I have no clue where to start.
Kywyn nods and walks back to Nashae's side.
"Hermy could be anywhere. Maybe we could stop by the temple first for Gamis."
Sounds good to me.
*smiles softly at him and entwines her fingers with his*
*walks toward the Temple with him, looking for Gamis*
[to Temple]
"What are yeh doin to help them? Singing for some gold somewhere?"
"Not singin', no."
*Her brow furrows again.*
"Therre's a castle with a bunch o' gold in it and..."
*Her brow begins to furrow again.*
"...they've been therre beforre when therre werre these shadows, and they lost the not-a-werrewolf-man, but needed a dwarrf, two halflings, an elf, and a clerric..."
*She shakes her head.*
"Ah wasn't quite clearr on the details. But we'rre gooing inteh dangerr teh collect a bunch o' gold."
.oO(Castle full'o'gold...)
"Well if you don't have enough protection I'll make sure it's safe enough, so if you would tell me when you go. I don't want you not comin back over a dead girl.."
"Noo, Ah'm surre it'll be fine. Ah didn't quite get the whole gist of it, but its just a gold collectin' mission."
He stops
"I wonder how folks find out about places like that... I would like to hord up some gold, get a better axe, some jewels, a neckl..umm... well just some things!"
His anger soon goes to sorrow over the tought of his loss
.oO(Sheesh. Therre arre soome charracterristics that all males sharre, no matterr the rrace.)
*She squeezes his hand*
"How about a sweet treat? Tensek you want somethin sweet, a tart perhaps? My treat?"
Tensek gives them a look of bordum and shrugs
"Ah can't, not t'day. Ah've dallied frrom meh tasks too long alrready."
*Her disappointment is apparent, but she gives him a smile.*
*Ah rreally shoould be gooin' teh take carre of those.*
"Of course.. off you go then."
He gives her a genlte kiss and smiles agian
*Ahem*
*She smiles*
"Ah'll look yeh up when Ah get back, darrlin."
*She turns and heads off.*
"To the cave me boy.."
The trio exits the city and makes the long walk back.
.oO(Supplies ferr spells... yes.)
[to the NMS]
The next morning he walks out, carrying a bag borrowed from Miri loosely in one hand that contains his notes. He goes to the Mother's Temple this morning, to cross-reference what he learned the previous day.
*she walks throught the streets her thoughts wandering...*
.oO(Maybe it is time for me to talk with Gamis..I'm sure he would like to know about what happened wit Kai..)
*she sighs and heads towards the SSAG*
To SSAG
.oO(Ah wonderr how that Tagg fellow made oout with Mrs. Weatherrby?)
[to Mrs. Weatherby's Boarding House]
[OoC: I'm at work and posting irregularly]
Tagg and Brie slowly trotted around the area, looking for something to do. The area was quite deserted, so he decided to wait until something happened, for he was certain that someone would come eventually.
Do you have any ideas where they might be found?
[to Weatherby Boarding House]
"I knows he don't lives at the guilds no more, thats why wese looking for him here."
*Both halflings sigh, but for different reasons,*
"But why are we looking here as opposed to the Church of Agathalos or asking Volos where he moved to?"
"Because wese in the neighborhood.... Don't it seem a little silly to you to go all the way back to the guild an asksin Volos, when wese allready almost at Gamis house?"
"But, how do you know we are in the right neighborhood?"
"Because I thunked it out and jumped to a conclusion."
"And how did you get to this conclusion of yours? It seems like a big leap of logic to me."
"Of course its a big leap. Ise a big hero."
*Hermy sighs.*
"I'll explains it to you since you don't seem to be able to thinks logically right now... Don't think I didn't notice you smilin at Brodda."
"You smiled too. Besides, what's wrong with being friendly?"
"Nuthin. Nuthins wrong with it."
"Anyways what does smiling at Broodda have to do with finding where Gamis lives?"
"Lots. Likes I said I'll explains it to you."
""You was smilin at Brodda right? Cause you likes her?"
"And..."
"Well Gamis smiles at Mary Ale a lot cause he likes her. An she likes him backs."
"Ok?"
"Now ask yerself why she likes him?"
"Because he's handsome and good hearted?"
"Well there is that, but the real reason she likes him is cause of his horse. Girls just loves horses. Alissa tolds me, that when her an Area was little they asked their dad fer a pony but he wouldn't give them one."
*Minto looks quizically at Hermy.*
"Are you going some where with this? Are we in this neighborhood because theres a nice stable or something?"
"Of course that aint why. If there was then why would Gamis keep Valor at the guild? Come on, think about it. He wouldn't."
*Minto raises an eyebrow.*
"Girls likes horses. But what kind do they likes most of all?"
"Ponies?"
"Wrong Minto. Unicorns."
"Why didn't I think of that?" Minto mocks surprise. "How could I have forgotten about the unicorn section of the city?"
"Wrong again friend. There aint no unicorn section. I looked fer one before. And I assure you that there isn;'t one. But there is a poor section of town."
"And what does a unicorn and a poor person gots in common?"
*Minto shrugs.*
"Goats."
"Of course! I see it clearly now! Its goats! Of course it is!.... Ok. Why goats?"
"Well ifen you give a goat a haircut an cut off one of his horns he kinda looks likes a unicorn... And somes poor people keep goats cause they can't afford cows milk. Its cheaper to feed a goat then itr is a cow."
"Assuming that that makes any sense at all, why aren't we in the poor section of town then?"
"Cause. Things aint as simple as all that."
*Minto nods and stares deeply into Hermys eyes to see if he can see anything behind them.*
"Poor people as a generals rule is poor. But Gamis aint. So he wouldn'ts lives in the poor area."
"Hes a hero. So ifen there was a hero district thats where he'd be. Except he aint. We already know that cause we lives in the heroes district. An thats where Gamis moved out from."
"..."
"Gamis is a knight too. An a knights kinda a noble. So he could lives in the noble district, but he don't. You cin tell that cause he aint got no servants following him around agreeing with him all the time."
"You are so right of course."
"Of course I is.... So we know he aint in the hero district or the poor district or the noble district. "
"And that Mirrielle only likes him for his horse."
"No. Not only. She likes him cause hes a paladim too. A Paladim of Aggietheloose."
"Let me guess he could live in the area around the church, but he doesn't because.... because theres too many other paladins there already? And he could serve Agathalos better by being somewhere else ."
"Right Minto.... And that's where we are at. Somewhere else."
*Minto looks around at their surroundings.*"And where exactly is this somewhere else that we are at?"
*Hermy points to a few similar looking houses.*
"The plain section of town. Where else woulds you try to finds a paladim and a wizard?"
*Minto bites his tongue.*
"I'll try again. This time I'll dumbs it down so that even a gnome coulds figures it out."
"Wese in the plain section of town."
"Plain people lives here."
"An Gamis aint a noble, or poor, hes in between that point."
"Hes average. n average is pretty plain."
"An he also don't want to lives with other heroes or paladims."
"An I bet Mary Ale don't want to lives with wizards either."
"Why?"
"Cause they won'ts stand out there as much."
"But they will stands out in the plain section."
"So you see. Theres two very good reasons they woulds be living here."
*Minto nods and then frowns.*
"But this can't be the only plain section in the city. If it was it wouldn't be very average. Itwould be unique. And if its unique it can't be plain.... How do you know this is the right plain section?"
*It's Hermy's turn to look confused.*
"Ummm... Well... "
*He frowns and urges Major to speed up.*
"Just start listening fer the clank."
*The two halflings ride on.*
.o(I still don't get what unicorns had to do with it.)
*She walks through the streets through town occassionally looking at the note Volos gave her with Gamis's address on it*
.oO(oy..this is going to take forever. I don't know this city very well and I have to find a specific house...)
*she turns down a street and notices two halflings riding dogs down the street*
.oO(Is that Hermy and Minto?)
*then she recognizes the dog Hermy is riding*
.oO(Yep that's Hermy's dog alright)
*she continues down the street, eventually passing the two halflings, saying excuse me as she passes them*
*half way down the street she finds the district she is looking for and looks at the paper again for the exact adress*
.oO(Ok..so I'm in the right part..now where is the)
*she looks at the buildings to see if they have any numbers on them*
*once finding the numbers she follows them until she comes to the one she is looking for*
.oO(Well this looks like the place)
*she pauses and looks down the street toward Hermy and Minto who seem to be going in the same direction to Gamis's place*
.oO(They must be looking for Gamis as well..)
*she turns back to the house and knocks on the door*
.oO(He must be out... I'll come back in the morning..)
*she begins to head towards Nobody's*
To Nobody's
The phantasm drifts away when Kywyn opens his eyes, not sure how much was absorbed by NaShae's mind through the mystic osmosis. He stares at her, he could stare at her all night, and lets his thoughts churn into words that seem woefully inadequate.
"How are you holding up?" Kywyn says sotto voce.
He knew, more or less, how she was feeling while they touched, but he wanted to here it from her voice. The passion flowing back and forth could be jumbled, it could be messy. And at times like this, Kywyn had an insecure hunger for clarity.
The night is dark, and the road beckoning them seems longer with each step.
Originally posted by Darkar Shadowood
Darkar and Thosar walk from the Silver Sword in search of Aria and/or Hermy
Do you have any ideas where they might be found?
*Thosar shrugs*
"I don't know where Hermy hangs out these days. I know that a long time ago, when we chased him down after he thought you were under some magic spell, he lived in the streets before he came to the guild, but I don't know where."
*Thosar continues walking.*
"Well, I know that Hermy rides that big dog of his. What's its name? Major? Yeah. I'm sure if we ask if anyone has seen a halfling with red pants on a big dog we might just get pointed in the right direction."
*Thosar and Darkar continue to ask around about the halfling with red pants that rides a big dog.*
*In the morning they set out again.*
"We'll go check on Alissa firstest then we'll go back to looking fer Gamis."
*Minto nods.*
*Along the way to the Temple, Hermy hears a familiar racket.*
"Minto? Do you hear that? It sounds like Gamis! Over there! Comes on!"
*Hermy urges his mount towards the sound.*
"Gamis! Gamis! Hey! Hi!"
"Ise gots my dwarf already, an of course my halflings."
"I just need a few mores people."
"Ummm... You aint by chance caught werewolfism have you?"
"Where and when are you looking to go?"
"That's goods to hear. I needs a guy who aint a werewolf to comes on the adventure an IU was hopin it woulds be you."
*He smiles.*
"I'm gunna go back to that place where we stopped the shadows from comin back and I didn't have that great tasting pie."
"An I wants to go soon as we can."
"I miss my snugglekitten."
"But I still needs to finds an elf an a wizard.... an I shoulds probably takes a gnome too."
*He says this bit with a bit of hesitation.*
*Minto pipes in.*"You know Hermy, gnomes or more or less just sissified dwarves. We could take another dwarf instead of having to put up with a gnome."
*Hermy nods.*
"Do you wants to come help? We could really use yer help."
"I'm helping NaShae today. Her mother isn't well, and she needs part of a mummy for her cure. So I'm going to the library to do more research on where we can find one. We might also find some gold with one, so we'd be helping out both NaShae's mother and Alissa.
"But I'd be glad to help. She and Kywyn might be able to if we take a couple of days off looking for a mummy to help, or handle the research themselves while I'm away, and maybe you could come along when we find a destination?"
*Minto looks at Gamis. So does Hermy.*
"Well, I was thinking of inviting NaShae as my elf an Kywyn as my wizard anyhow."
"But do you know what?"
"Ifen we could go an helps NaShaes mom an get the money to raise my Alissa at the same time, that would be even better."
"We cin always do both too. Goin fer the mummy first would be best, cause ifen we don't succed in savin NaShaes mom we cin always get the money to raise her from the shadow castle place."
"I already invited Brodda ta comes so she'll be wanting to come too."
"On the downside I don't know if it would be enough, and the desert we're talking about could be a week's journey away...
"Here; how about we go on to the Temple? They're meeting me there this morning; we can all talk, and I can tell you more of what I've found."
He starts for the Temple with the hero and his minstrel. "Brodda? The name doesn't ring a bell..."
*picks up the dinner she made for them and carries it to the table*
*after setting it down, she moves close to him and reaches out to touch him, only getting vague feelings before*
*nudges him a bit so she can sit in his lap, facing him*
*smoothes back his hair and gazes at him, after a moment, sighing*
I'm doing something. Even if it's only research, it's moving forward.
*lightly kisses along his face, trying to soothe his troubled mind*
*whispers*
When nothing's happening, it makes me think. And worry... If I'm busy, I can keep my mind from what could happen. If I can't handle this... if I'm not strong enough.. or powerful enough... and can't help Alissa, or my mother, or Dak.
*with Shae in contact with him, Kywyn can feel her struggle with hopelessness and fear, and quickly cooling smears of wetness on his face from her tears*
*pulls herself away slightly to wipe her face and his*
I can't say I'm completely fine, but as long as we keep moving, I'll get there.
*she moves away from him, busying her hands with the food*
*once they're done eating, she cleans up to keep herself busy*
*when she's exhausted herself, she heads off to bed with Kywyn*
They step into the house, and are greeted with more silence. Servants who would usually greet guests are missing, as are any other servants that Shae would usually see upon entering, giving the house an unnerving, empty feeling.
As they move through the house, they see the same lack of activity and something Shae has never seen in her family home, dust covering surfaces in the guest and public areas.
She wipes her fingers through the dust, a frown crossing her features. "This is all wrong," [i] she whispers as they come to her mother's rooms.
Knocking on the door, they enter and see her mother, or a transluscent figure of her. The sight causes Shae to gasp and back away, terrified that something has happened to Dak. As if reading her mind, her mother looks up at them and smiles maliciously, "Not to worry. Nothing will harm your son again. He's safe here with me."
Shae's eyes widen and she turns to run out of the room to look for her son. As if on cue, a transluscent image of Dak floats through the door. The same smile on his face that was on her mother's, "Hi, mama. I missed you. Have you and papa come to stay with me?? "
Shae's father, his image the same as her mother and son's moves behind Dak, 'placing' his hand on Dak's shoulder. "Really, NaShae. You should. You would be safe here. No more running around with this silly idea of adventuring. And you could even have your human with you forever."[/i]*
*Shae sits up in bed and looks around the room*
*she quickly gets out of bed, only half hoping that she doesn't wake Kywyn*
*pacing around the room for a while, she finally decides to go back to bed, and falls into a fitful trance, making herself review the books from the library again to keep her mind occupied*
*early in the morning, Shae wakes and fixes them breakfast, quickly getting ready to meet Gamis at the library* [/FONT]
[to Temple]
"Maybe this man would have seen something. I'll leave the talking up to you."
*Thosar glances up and down the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of a halfling and his dog. He is not successful.*
"Halflin's eh? Well, let me think for a moment."
*A man leans on his broom for a moment and seems to be thinking hard, brow furrowed.*
"Well, Elfs lookin' fer halflin's seems mighty peculiar. Maybe I did see some halflin's. Maybe I did."
*He shifts slightly as if expecting to be asked more and being ready to defend his information against "no goods".*
"Hermy the Hero? The one in the tournament? Never heard of him."
*The man shifts again.*
"Well, if they was any heroes around, I suppose it was the man with the armor on. He was talking to some halflin's a while ago."
Waves his hands around as he tries to describe Gamis
Was the armored man tall, lots of armor that clanked, and a long cloak? That would be Sir Gamis Phaebinn, he came in second in that tournament.
"Aye, that was the man. What a fine showing he made at the tournament eh!? Hehehehe"
*He sobers up quickly.*
"Well, I might've even heard something of what they were sayin. If it be worth me time to give out such information. I don't like to pry in people's affairs."
*He starts to sweep again.*
Turning to Thosar he asks for the coins. Holding out his hand with the coins he turns back to the man
How about sir? A little bit of information for a drink?
"They said they was headin' to the Temple of the Mother. Somethin' about research. Now leave me be, I've gotta clean my porch."
*He scoops up his broom and starts to sweep. He hums a merry tune that sounds suspicioulsy like a drinking song.*
To Thosar
To Ordemet temple?
*she walks the streets towards Gamis's house, rmembering the way she went the day before and walks up onto the porch and knocks on the door*
*After a couple of knocks and not getting any response she heads back down to steps*
.oO(I wonder where he could be....)
*she thinks for a moment*
.oO(Well there are only 3 places..the temple of ordo, the temple of agathalos, and the SSAG...)
*she sighs*
.oO(Looks like I'll have to go visit all of them...)
*she heads tot he temple of ordo*
Temple of Ordometrex
Tagg trotted doggedly through the city, and unfortunately, the city seemed to have slowed down. He couldnt find anyone, so decided to call it a night and go back to the Boarding House. He couldnt wait to get Brie back from the stable in the morning, he hadnt known til now how much he relied on him.
[to Weatherby Boarding House]
.o0Minto an Brodda coulds probably finds more out then me, but wese about to go on a dangerous mission. I seen how they looks at each other. I wish I had had onelast chance to be with Alissa befores I left to save the city.)
*He reins Major to a stop.*
"I shoulda finished my honeymoon Major."
"I weren't a very good husband to put the city before my wife was I?"
*Major looks around carefully before responding.*
"I doubt Alissa would agree with you there. You did what needed to be done. Just liker you are now."
"Is I? I aint so sure."
*He urges Major forward again.*
He retires for the night with Miri, and the feeling that another expedition is coming together soon.
*Thosar makes his way through the darkened streets to Mrs. Weatherby's place. He glances over into an alley and see three rats fighting over a morsel of food. He pays it no mind and then looks up to the sky. A group of birds are flying a an arrow. There are five of them.*
What is this? These numbers? Are they some form of sign? Like that shadow in the gulley, during the battle. Or that what they are or just my own perceptions? I suppose if I become more attune to the path of The Mother, my perception may be that of The Mother. Perhaps. 'There is still plenty of road ahead.'
*Thosar looks up to the stars occasionally as he makes his way home.*
[To Mrs. Weatherby's]
The sound of shoes plodding down the street is a stark contrast to the silence. Each footstep accentuates the stillness, as the stillness emphasizes each step trudged toward the sun.
She carries a doll beneath her arm. Occasionally she mumbles to it about food and dreams of cookies, and then she finally concedes that, yes, she is lost. This would still be the case even if she had slept through the night, but the old woman had finally gotten... a pair of glasses. For Sensandela now there is no more free sleep as a pot, no matter how masterfully disguised!
The orc doll gazes up at her balefully with its one good eye. "YOUR DISGUISE SUCKED," it says to her quite plainly.
The half-orc stops in mid-step to stare down at it. It stares up, unblinking, back at her, but otherwise remains silent.
Sensandela shakes her head groggily and trods on up a small hill. .oO(Not enough sleep. Not enough sleep...)
"WHY DON'T YOU GET A JOB!" it squeaks as the half-orc disappears out of sight.
He is entranced by the blazing moon in the night sky as a pair of clouds gather around it, wrapping it in an airy embrace. The dark-clad figure stares as a single white petal falls, landing on the spectacle of the heavens and causing gentle ripples, reminding him that is but a reflection of the scene above.
The fragrance of a passing perfume stirs up memories for Kywyn as they enter their building. After dropping their packs and finding something to eat for dinner, NaShae and Kywyn settle down to rest. Kywyn understood now how keeping her mind busy let NaShae push forward. He would push forward as well.
"I wanted it more than truth, I said."
Kywyn remembers a far off moment when he found her in the market alone, with a bit too much drink trying to distract her mind. He wanted to protect her then, though he didn't admit it, and he wanted to protect her now.
"And now I know it's true. 'Cause everything is subjective, but we all have to believe in something. What I chased wouldn't set me free,"
He lays down wordlessly with his arms around her, trying to offer comfort and fuel to blaze on.
"And I believe in you, and I believe in me."
Rest...
In the next morning, Kywyn wonders where they had to be today.
"Tensek, this is where cutting gems pay off.."
.oO(The fire element is dragon scale?)
*stands, walks restlessly to the window, staring out at the street*
*sees the sky beginning to lighten, glances back at the bed where Gamis stirs, then walks back to her desk and extinguishes the reading lantern*
.oO(Can I get back in the bed without him noticing...)
*crawls back under the covers*
Good morning, darling.
*sits up and stretches*
*snuggles into his arms*
*Gamis notices she's not as warm as she usually is when she first wakes*
Yes, I'm fine... why do you ask?
*Gamis' hand brushes the mattress, which is cold*
Cooler? ...um, we should be saying our prayers...
*scoots off the bed, heading for the window*
I want to get right back to work, after. What are your plans for today?
Yes, love?
*blushes*
Yes, a couple of hours, I think...
*looks back up*
I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep... and now, well... Gamis, she's going to have to collect a dragon scale!
"Hermy's helmet..."
Hermy's helmet?
"But darling, you need to keep from exhausting yourself with this research..."
*sighs, leaning her forehead against Gamis' chest*
I know I shouldn't overdo it, but it's so difficult to stop!
That's probably why most wizards don't have families -- their habits make everyone around them crazy.
He runs his fingertips along her cheek. "Dear, if you're too tired to think straight, how can you research efficiently?
"Besides... You may have quite a bit of time to keep looking... The best lead I have on the mummy is in the Western Desert. It could be as far as a week's journey."
Yes, I know...
The Western Desert? Have you spoken to Natala? She's crossed it several times...
*glances at the window*
It's really getting light out now, darling.
*rests for a long moment in tranquility when the prayers are finished*
The paladin watches the sun crawling over the horizon, enjoying the moment that Miri wants to linger in as well, even with the need to research. "I feel a little closer this morning," he muses quietly.
Do you?
Well, let a little of that confidence rub off on me, would you? Because I know we're doing the right thing, but I'm afraid for NaShae and her family...
"It hasn't really been that long since we got this project, love... And we're already making steps. It might've taken a lesser wizard this long just to puzzle out the first page..."
It's not that, Gamis. It's worry about how NaShae can get everything we'll need for the project... Without getting herself killed.
Tagg rides through the city, looking for someone to talk to, but found the area he was in was deserted. He tried a different area.
"Fortunately, that one's still going through, in case we only find tombs that've already been looted in the desert."
I still think you should go talk to Natala. She's been through that desert, and first-hand experience is awfully important.
*turns away from the window, stretching*
I need some tea, and breakfast.
He gets dressed, then kisses her lightly. "Let's go downstairs and get something to eat, then."
Oh, yes. That is a good idea.
*follows Gamis down the stairs*
*at the bottom of the stairs, Ixchal bounds up with a large moth in her mouth*
"Looks a bit small for the mighty hunter... Maybe she wasn't terribly hungry this morning, or she's already cleared out all the mice to be had."
[chitter]That is moth, not mouse. Why did you hunt a moth?[/chitter]
Ixchal [chitter]Bug was flying. Catching fun! Jump high![/chitter]
*chuckles, looks up at Gamis*
The thrill of the hunt. I guess mice get boring after awhile.
Back to work for me... I'll try to remember to stop for lunch.
*kisses Gamis*
Well, if you come home for lunch, drag me away from my desk.
*walks Gamis to the door, bidding him farewell*
*after he is gone, returns to her studies, quickly losing track of time*
They consist of a mixture of coloring matter, a pigment or dye, plus a vehicle, or carrier, that may be simply water or an alchemical compound. Some ink formulas also contain additives to impart special properties demanded by the method of application...
The sanguine red ink which was made with special earth pigment to twist the dark touch into generating a premature rigor mortis.
The azure blue ink tinted by vegetable plants which could mark the fields of future motion like the veiny blueprint of growing leaves. A blue ink which Kywyn also viewed strange runes through to understand them. The vial functioned like a mineral prism.
The black carbon ink from ash of certain fibres. He used it to draw marks under his eyes, giving his face a slight zombie-like countenance and clouding a weak mind as the ink vanished. And a second vial of the black ink which displayed hints of a powdered silver which Kywyn used to extend his aura to cast off evil spirits.
The platinum white ink which was actually more of a paint. He used to draw it on sheets of black paper, making miniature capes to raise a sense of protection with his aura. He later found he could concentrate it with the ink alone.
There were also the chalks he learned to focus his will through while lounging in the market, the symbols to bolster a state of mind.
The papers were important too... but the inks were key.
It comes to him from somewhere, an idea to pick up a more powerful component in case it is needed.
"Would you like to come with me to the market for a bit? I think I want to pick up some new ink before we meet up with any others... Spell components for any coming journey."
He gets ready to go out and waits for NaShae. They leave the building together.
---
[To Market]
.oO(that wolf could be pretty useful in hunting...)
*Tagg approached the human, dismounting Brie*
"Hello, you make quite a fearsome sight with that wolf of yours."
*Tagg looks up at the man, who was 2 feet taller than him*
"Huh?"
. o O (Fearsome, boy, as in scary)
. o O (I know! Wait, am I scary?)
. o O ([color=silver] You only smell scary when you don't visit Moncha-sister.)
"You look quite impressive with that wolf of yours. My name is Tagg. Whats yours?"
Has a flashback of the strange man that gave him the strange gold piece.
. o O (Its him!)
. o O (No its not.)
. o O (Of course it is, he's, he's... oh. No, its not.)
Llyala sits down a little behind Donnavin's leg, eyeing Tagg.
Scratchs Llyala's nose.
"So, Donnavin, let me explain my situation to you. I'm new in the city, and was looking for work. I came across a merchant in the market square who would buy furs. Since then, I've been looking for someone to hunt with. You seem to fit the bill. Would you be interested?"
.oO(I wonder if he got all that...)
. o O (Who... is he?)
. o O (I have no idea.)
. o O (You're supposed to be good with people.)
. o O (I can't do everything boy.)
"Who... are you? Are you my brother?"
. o O (I've never seen him at the den boy.)
. o O (We've been gone a while though.)
. o O (shrug)
"What are you talking about? No, Im Tagg, from the forest."
. o O (Where am from?)
. o O (Our home, the pack den, Moncha-sister's home... You're from the snow, city and the forest.)
. o O (So if we're both from the forest, but I'm from the forest and the snow and the city that means I'm confused.)
. o O (I wouldn't worry about it too much.)
. o O (Did he say hunting?)
. o O (You have to register Llyala, remember?)
. o O (But they...)
. o O (Volos-brother said to.)
. o O (Oh yeah.)
"I have to register Llyala. Did you say hunting?"
"Yes, hunting. I would like to know if you'd be interested in hunting with me. We'd cash in the furs at the market square, you'd get 40% of the profit."
. o O (Money boy)
. o O (Shinies?)
. o O (Yes, shinies.)
. o O (Oh! Gold coins. See! I told you it was him!)
. o O (Its not him.)
. o O (Oh, yeah. So, whats 40 per cent mean?)
. o O (Like I would know.
. o O (Oh.)
"Then do you want 40 per cent of the food?'
Llyala, swishes her tail and looks around.
. o O (Not all people are good with numbers.)
. o O (I'll just get the food then.)
. o O (Sounds fair.)
"Ok. Llyala, go hunting." Llyala gets to her feet and swishes her tail back and forth. Walks towards the nearest gate.
*she walks the streets enjoying the morning*
.oO(Hmm..so where can I look...)
*she looks towards the SSAG and then to the Last Lich*
.oO(Last Lich is a bit pricey..though the SSAG might have something posted...)
*she heads towards the SSAG*
To SSAG
"We're not going now?"
. o O (How does hunting work?)
. o O (You know how hunting works. Remember what I told you about being clever.)
. o O (sigh I'm sorry Lliuliel.)
*as they walk in, they hear the noise and bustle from last time they were there*
*seeing the clerks, she moves to one*
Excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me if there is a caravan headed toward Ennorath soon. I need to get a letter to my father as soon as possible.
*the clerk looks over a few notes, then makes a grunt of affirmation*
Ennorath? Yeah. There's one leaving tomorrow.
*sighs with relief*
Good. And you can deliver this letter to my father?
*makes sure his name is clear on the outside of the sealed letter, and that her name is written as well, so it's known who the letter is from*
*The clerk takes the letter and nods*
Yeah. He'll get the letter in two weeks, unless there's a problem, then it'll take longer. But he'll get it. It'll be 2 gold.
*frowns a bit at the time it'll take to get the letter there, but thinks that should be enough time*
*hands the coins to the clerk*
Thank you. Could you also tell me about the Western Desert? What should be brought on a journey there, the weather conditions, that kind of thing?
*the clerk looks up at the mention of the desert*
My advice. Don't go. It's haunted. And much more dangerous than you can handle.
*blinks*
*frowns*
I don't have a choice. I have to go into the desert. And I won't be going alone. I just need to know if there's anything we need while we're there.
*the clerk hrumphs*
A compass. Lots of water. Wear light-colored, loose fitting clothing and a wide hat. Keep your skin covered.
*he thinks*
Put charcoal under your eyes. And don't bring a horse. Mules are better. Don't drink any water it won't. Bring your own firewood, there's not a lot of trees.
*he starts to turn away*
Oh. And watch for snakes. Though that'll be the least of your worries.
If you make it back alive, and can make a map of the area, the guild would pay for it. Specifically where the oases are.
*nods and smiles*
Thank you.
*turns to Kywyn*
We need a compass and clothes for you. Possibly for me, as well. I have very little that will work.
*frowns*
But there's not much time to get the clothes. [/FONT]
"I'll be able to cast my aura if anyone is feeling the effects of the climate too much, but proper supplies would be good to have."
He nods again to NaShae, "Yeah, it would be too long to get clothes properly tailored... Maybe we could find something that won't need much alteration?"
We should be able to find something.
*walks with him out of the guild*
Do you think that you could draw maps for them? I know you didn't get much of a chance...when you were out before.
"Back to the main market square?"
I get the impression from the research that there's not much there to draw. Rough plans should be fine.
*nods*
Yes, I'd like to get this done before the meeting.
*walks with him back to the market*
"Where in the world am I now??"
Plus your obligatory echoes:
"...am I now??"
"...am I now--"
"--STUPID??"
"Shuddup."
The street splits off in two directions. Sensandela stares down each path, but they both look the same to her: Buildings line both sides of the street. Some are entirely dark, but others cast warm light through their windows onto the ground before them.
She bites her lip.
.oO(Where's the - Where's the place with the good stew? Let's, uh, go this way!)
On impulse, she heads down the street on her right.
[To the Blue Pumpkin Inn - CHARGE!]
The home of Madam Bertrice, the matron of the local Travellars.
Minto dismounts and commands Big Ivan to stay, before taking Brodda's hand and lheading to the door.
He knocks somewhat loudly, and turns to Brodda.
"I'm sure I don't need to tell you to be charming. I doubt you couldn't be if you tried."
.o0(Did I just say that? I might be spending to much time around Hermy. '"couldn't be if you tried?")
"Aye, Ah think Ah kin manage charrm. Orr hadn't'cha nooticed."
*She frowns for a moment.*
"Doo yeh think meh accent is too thick?"
*She stands, testing the feel of saying several words without the accent, but the results are... laughable. She shrugs and smiles charmingly at the door.*
"Yes?"
"Good morning to you ."
"Is Madam Bertrice available?"
"My lovely companian and myself have a question for her."
"If it helps, you could tell her that it is of a musical nature."
"I'm the famed halfling bard extroidinare Minto Newberry."
"Madam Bertrice has met me before."
"And my companion is none other then the loveliest dwarven bard of all time, Brodda..."
Minto looks towards Brodda realising he has never learned her last name.
.oO(...of all time, eh? :D That's a bit larrgerr than Ah bill mehself! :D)
"There's the sitting room. You can sit. I'll tell Gramma."
He vanishes down the hall, leaving the pair to wonder at the eclectic furnishings of the sitting room.
.oO(Dearr Motherr! How does one put t'getherr this collision o' furrnishin's???)
*Despite her personal feelings for the room, she is ever the charmer and sits on the sofa, her warm smile never fading from her face, her eyes bright and cheery.*
He nudges Brodda and points at a vase.
"My dear grandmother had one just like that. It's where she hid the candy."
"Ah, the bard, Minto Newberry. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Yeh doon't suppose..."
*Thinking she might sneak over and look inside the vase, Brodda listens for the sounds of approaching people. Hearing exactly that, she stands as the lady enters, and *not* looking at the vase.*
"I'm not sure if you have heard or not, but Alissa was killed recently while Hermy was out protecting the city from a hoard of evil orcs, trolls, and dragons."
"As you would expect he is very upset about it."
"And trying to find a way to rectify the situation."
"It so happens that he may have found a way to bring her back, as well as saving the life of someone afflicted with a terrible sickness."
"But he needs to find a mummy to do this."
"I was hoping that you might know a song or a tale about where one could be found."
"Your people are well respected for their knowledge of obscure and forgotten things."
"My companion and I are willing to trade you a song for a song if you happen to know of one that could help us."
"Aye. It's a terrible thing that's happened. Yeh'll git a fairr song-swap if yeh kin help us."
She starts to turn away.
"Well, there is one thing, though..."
Bertrice walks to a shelf and picks up what looks like a rock. Bringing it over to Minto and Brodda, she shows them a chunk of limestone with a faded bit of mural still showing.
"My great-grandfather brought this home when he was a young man. He acquired it from an old man who found it in the Western Desert when he was young. That man told him it was from a burial chamber that had held a dried-out corpse of a dwarf."
The bit of mural shows meaningless shapes, possibly ancient runes, or possibly mere decoration.
.oO(That's a lotta "olds". A drried oout corrpse of a dwarrf, eh? If ourr parrty brrings soomeone who kin rread rrunes orr magical wrritings, maybe therre'll be an interrestin' stoory teh take back hoome.)
"And therre's not been any stoories orr soongs aboout soomethin so unusual as a dwarrf-mummy? That woould cerrtainly be soomething teh tell, woouldn't it?"
*Brodda grins.*
"I understand your feelings about this situation. That's why we offered to exchange songs. I did not want you to receive nothing for helping."
He looks at the rock.
"I believe that this might be from the same place we are trying to find The dried out corpse of a dwarf and the location matches with some information we have already found.".
"Perhaps we could borrow this for a day in exchange for the song."
"We know a few people who may be able to translate it."
"I know my word means little too you when it comes to protecting things, but it will be in the hands of a paladin for protection. Perhaps his words might carry more weight."
"Very well."
Turning to Brodda she shrugs.
"I don't think there was enough to go on, to make a song about it."
"Ah'll cerrtainly trry teh rremedy that!" :D
*Reigning in her new enthusiasm for the trip, she tones down her grin to an easy smile.*
"If successful, Ah'd be happy teh rreturrn and perrforrm it ferr yeh."
"Ahhh, then yeh've neverr hearrd morre than a drrunk dwarrf! Ah'm a barrd, yeh see, and coould rregale yeh with songs of love and herroic death and justice." ;)
He smiles at Brodda and then Bertrice.
"Thank you, madam."
"I promise you your rock will be well cared for."
"And thank you."
He pulls his lute off his back and test it to see how in tune it is.
"Now for that song we promuised."
Almost by magic, the room fills with curious kinfolk.
He begins singing the words though he changes a few words to suit the current audience.
And of course he changes the hero into Hermy.
Bertrice smiles broadly. "Wonderful performance, Minto. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure."
"It's not often I get to perform for a group that actually knows good music when they hear it."
He bows again.
"And thank you for your kind assistance in letting us borrow your heirloom."
"It will be treated with the uttmost respect it deserves."
"And of course once we return from the desert thanks to the knowleddge we will get from it, you will be among the first to hear the song that spawns from the adventure."
He bows again and waits for Bertrice to excuse them to leave.
"Very good. I'll be expecting your visit, then. If you survive. Even Travellers don't enter that poisonous wasteland."
"Travellars tend to be smarter then adventurers. But not always as lucky."
"Thank you again Madam. "
Minto takes Broddas hand and the stone and after bowing a last time heads out of the house and mounts his dog.
"Lets get to the Guild to let them know what we found."
"Hopefully it's in dwarvish and you might be able to make sense of it. If not then perhaps Mirrielle can."
He starts riding towards the SSAG.
Originally posted by Donnavin Snowolf
Stops as though yanked back by the hair.
"We're not going now?"
. o O (How does hunting work?)
. o O (You know how hunting works. Remember what I told you about being clever.)
. o O (sigh I'm sorry Lliuliel.)
[oc: sorry about the quote, but the conversation was buried back a page or so, i feel i should bring the last part up again, since i have to reply to it]
Tagg looked up at the sky, and it seemed late enough, so he decided to go now.
"Sure, lets go now."
the two companions set out to hunt, Tagg riding Brie, and Donnavin with his wolf.
*to Beyond the Walls*
[ooc]just go there, too, donnavin. you can post saying you follow me, and then say 'to beyond the walls'. I have to go now. be back later to hunt]
I'll need to prepare for that castle. I may want to see if the guild has some better armor it can loan me. I'll need some more bolts for my crossbow as well. And a shield. I'll have to buy one though, I'll certainly use it enough in the future.
*Lost in his thoughts Thosar ends up taking the long way to Mrs. Weatherbys. He notices a dwarf up ahead in the road with a shovel and a pick on his back. Thosar wonders.*
Standard dwarf gear I guess. Or maybe not. Could that be? Hmmm. Well, I guess there is no harm in asking.
*Thosar quickens his pace and reaches the dwarf before he rounds a corner.*
"Excuse me Master dwarf, but would your name be Burleg?"
“Aye, that’s me name. What’re yee want’n?”
"I've been looking for you. You had a notice posted up at the Last Lich about mining. I'd like to hire you."
Mubling Curses
"Mining what? and Where?"
"By the way, my name is Thosar Lueque."
He acts like my father used to.
(d)"Maybe you'd prefer speaking in your own tongue?"
(d)"Granite or some other ornate building stone. I'd like to start up a shop that does stone work, both for show and for function. I need a quarry though."
"Wait a sec.. I've never heard of no elf wantin tah work in stone, yeh better explain yerself longears"
Burleg gives Thosar a stiff look under his brow
"Reasonable question."
"Let's just say that I was raised by dwarves and I have a natural talent for working stone."
"I haven't located a quarry yet. That's the first part of where you come in. I'll pay you 15 gold to research a quarry near the city then half of the earnings from my first order. After that, we'll decide what the share will be depending on how business goes."
"It's a deal then? I'd appreciate if you didn't let anyone know about the quarry until I return. I'm leaving town and will be back within a week or so."
*After Burleg shakes his hand Thosar retrieves his coin pouch and gets out 15 gold pieces.*
"You can find me at Mrs. Weatherby's Boarding House when I return. Or leave word there about where I can find you."
"I'm glad to be in business with you Burleg."
“I’ll be back when I find it..”
Burleg semi nods and trots off
Yep, just like my father.
*Thosar continues on to Mrs. Weatherby's for some rest.*
[To Mrs. Weatherby's]
*she exits the guild and walks down the street towards the graveyard*
.oO( I wonder what Verinal wants...I don't think I did anything wrong...)
*a shiver runs up her spine after remembering the last encounter she had with him*
*she shakes it off and continues to walk*
To Public Graveyard
*she walks down the street her mind on who she is going to gather for the venture*
*she turns a corner and then notices the time and heads to the SSAG as fast as she can*
to SSAG
*she exits the guild and heads down the street, pulling out the piece of paper with the address to the Weatherby Boarding house*
.oO(I know I have my own room at the compound, but I would be more comfortable if I had a nicer place to stay..)
*she heads to the boarding house*
To Weatherby Boarding house
*after walking down the porch steps she heads back to Nobody's to gather her things, making a round about way there to stop at the market for something to eat*
To Market
*Tensek walks silently beside Anaya helping her carry ger things as they do.*
Cities always seemed to me to be so bland... I can't understand why people hunt each other...
It's just the perspective one sees things. Cities may seem bland, but once you start looking behind the shade that covers what normal people see, you may find that there is more than meets the eye.
*she smiles the raises an eyebrow*
People hunting each other?
Well in some places I've been I'veheard people talk of a person killing another person...
I don't understand it. Animals hunt for food. People just hunt. It doesn't even seem like they do it for sport. They just kill...
Why?
Yes..I see that more often than not. It's quite sad, and I don't think their is a real reason for it, they just do. Killing something for no apparent reason then for bloodshed is just not right.
I hunt for food and use ever part of the animal for one use or another, but I have seen those who kill and just leave the carcass to rot, only hunting the animal for a prize..like antlers or tusks..
*she shakes her head*
.oO(I have been neglecting my physical training...but I shouldn't. My focus, though on mystical natures, should include the physical elements that power the body the feed the mind...)
*As he looks up, he catches sight of two figures walking close and in conversation. He smiles to himself as he draws near.*
*But then, as he catches the features of the elven fe-male walking with the human.*
.oO(?!?!)
*Stubs his toe into a rock in the ground and falls face-first into the ground, scraping his face with his momentum.*
(2 damage)
*Slowly gets up with a look of embarassment, figuring what he saw couldn't be real. But when he looks again, it is unmistaken. The elf had lost weight, but still the same features.*
.oO(Anaya!!)
*He runs to the elf and nearly tackles her with a hug.*
"Anaya! Your alive!! How...wha...er..."
"Why didn't you tell me?!!" he says light-heartedly and laughing, releasing her and stepping back to size her up.
.oO(Odd fellow...)
*she keeps her footing, but looks at the human quite confused*
Tynk..calm down...
*she says this with an even tone*
Yes I'm alive...and doing quite well actually.
*she looks at him*
What happened to your face? Your bleeding..
*she gets some clean cloth and soaks it with her water skin and cleans the dirt from the cut*
*Glances at the gentalman, realizing he is present and comming to his sentences. He pauses a moment, remembering his manners.*
"...sick..."
*The lie comes out a slight gurgle and he pauses.*
"So much has happened, and it is good to see a friend after so long. Perhaps we should catch up some time, there is so much to discuss."
*Ceases rambling, allowing her to clean the minor wound.*
*Looks to the man with her.*
"Sorry about the outburst. I just was so surprised to see her, I had thought she had left and it has been so long. The name's Tynk Waverstone."
*Offers his hand in greeting.*
Tensek Vicar.
It's ok Tynk. I can understand why you would be so excited but I'm fine...really..
*she finishs cleaning the wound and adds a clear ointment to it to keep it clean*
...and you should watch out for those killer rocks..they seem to jump out at you at the last moment.
*she giggles*
.oO(I sense something...not so adverage about this man.)
*Looks back to Anaya, releasing his hand.*
"Well, I count myself lucky that a rock has been my worst enemy for a few weeks. You wouldn't believe the things I have gotten myself into while you were...away."
"But I ramble. There is much to discuss, but I am pressed for time trying to balance working out and studying. I think I am on to something new in my field, and it has me up at night, heheh."
*Whipes some swet on his sleave turning to Tensek, meeting him straight in the eye and noding slightly.*
"It is good to meet you, and I would look forward to becomming more aquanted another time."
*To Anaya.*
"You should come back to the guild, we would love to have you back. I am on my way there now, but I haven't been there in a while..."
*Looks Anaya in the eye, his expression serious.*
"It is good to see you again, and I see you have grown as much...if not more than I have."
I have already been to the guild, though I think you should head there. They are having a council meeting right now concerning some things that have turned up. I was there earlier and put in my advice, but I had to leave early, because of some..complications.
*she shakes her head*
I don't want to get into it right now, but you should go, I'm sure they will be wanting your help.
*she quirks a smile*
I'll come and visit you sometime so we can catch up, but I must be going as well.
It was nice seeing you again friend Tynk...and watch out for those rocks.;)
A pleasure to meet you.
"I must have missed the message of it's being brought about."
*A slightly disapointed stare.*
"I don't want to look stupid when I arrive, could you explain short-hand what is being discussed?"
Sure... well there are two different parts. Darkar is running an expedition to a fortress in the wilds to gather some treasure that they might be able to find, but there is the threat of undead there and I think that is aother eson he is going..is to eliminate the threat.
The second is a venture out to the desert to the west to find a mummy. Apparently Shae's mother is ill and the mummy is part of the spell needed in order to ail her sick mother. Any treasure found in either expedition is go towards the raising of Alissa Woodhome as I gather.
I don't know the specifics, and that is all I know...
If you are going to the meeting give Gamis my regards..
*she smiles*
Well I'll leave you to do what you will. I need to head to Mrs. Weatherby's so I can drop off my things.
.oO(Hm...)
"Take care Anaya."
"Tensek, let us make certain we share an ale sometime."
*Smiles the patented boyish grin and jogs off, shortly after turning to a sprint to arrive at the meeting before it ends and see to his part in the matter.*
A friend of yours?
An old friend.
*she continues to walk, talking as she speaks*
I found him a long time ago..before I even came to the city. He had come down with a horrible fever and was very lucky that I had found him when I did...
I was still learning the properties of certain natural medicines, so I asked my mentor to help with the curing of the fever. I stayed with him long nights, watching over him while he rested.
I guess he sees me as his guardian angel or something...I have saved his life more than on one occassion..
*she smiles*
I can see why he'd mistake you for an angel...
Well I just do what is right and try to help where I can as much as possible.
*she smiles and continues walking and soon comes up to the steps of the boarding house*
To Weatherby Boarding house
*she walks back down the street toward the Last Lich and smiles*
Do you have any interesting stories about your past?
*Tensek smiles.*
You going to tell me any?
Oh so that's what you wanted me to do!
Yeah that's what I wanted you to do..
*she smiles and they soon come up to the inn*
*she walks with Tensek on their way back to the boarding house*
*she turns and smiles at him*
That was a lovely dinner..thankyou.
Thank you for joining me. I had a wonderful time.
*they walk up to the steps*
Well here we are. Thankyou for a very lovely night, Tensek
*she smiles*
I rnjoyrd your company alot...
Sleep well.
*she walks up the steps and into the house*
To Mrs. Weatherby's
. o O (Thats heavy)
. o O (Moron.)
. o O (?)
. o O (Did you forget someth...)
. o O (Field dressing!)
Draws his knife again and field dresses the corpse. Draining the unneccesary fluids into the grass.
.oO(ukkh... kind of graphic...)
Tagg shook is head and went over to untie Brie. He walked him over to the deer, waiting for Donnavin to finish
[ooc=where do we go now, DOnnavin?]
Enters the city gates and heads to the butcher shop, where the butcher is standing in the doorway, watching traffic.
Butcher: "Yur baak eh?"
Donnavin: "Yes"
Butcher: "Nudder deer. Pud'er don o'er der."
Is about to walk away but remembers. "We need the fur... too."
Butcher: "Eh? Two gold." frowns
Fishes a pair of gold peices from his pocket, recognizes one and stuffs it back in, retriving another and giving it to the butcher, who pockets them and looks at the deer.
Butcher: "One daeh"
Nods, and pets Llyala and turns to Tagg.
,oO(what does he want?)
"um... so, how long does it usually take for this guy to finish taaking care of it? And here, why dont I pay for half..."
Tagg pulls out a gold piece from his outfit and reimburses Donnavin.
. o O (I knew it! I KNEW it! It is him. See!)
. o O (You wouldn't even think that if you didn't keep insisting it was him.)
. o O (I know but if I didn't, then, wait... but... silence)
"I don't... need that. Thank..you. He will be done tomorrow."
walks away quickly.
*she walks down the street towards the park, her unfinished bow at her side*
.oO(It looks like nice day to work some more on my bow down at the park before I start working on gathering more people for the group)
*she soon enters the park and sits on one of the large rocks, setting her bag down as she pulls out her dagger and begins to work on her bow*
.oO(what the hell was that...)
He mounted Brie and rode to the Boarding House, all to eager to fall asleep after the long expedition with Donnnavin.
[to Weatherby Boarding House]
*after a while she stops and relaxes*
.oO(I'm going to need a smnaller knife and some supplies for the finshing..)
*she puts her dagger away and picks up her bag and her bow and sets off to the market*
To Market
*Brodda and Minto exit the SSAG building discussing their mission as they head towards the center of town.*
"What do yeh suppose we shoould do firrst? Extrra supplies orr rresearrch in Thalos' home?"
*Minto arranges his large hat on his head.*
"The research, I think. Gamis gave us pretty explicit directions. It shouldn't take too long."
*Brodda nods with a smile.*
"Aye. Then off we go!"
*With a smile, Minto bows at the waist, Brodda chuckles and heads toward the church of Agathalos with Minto beside her.*
[to the Church of Agathalos]
*Tensek silently shuffles through the street making his way slowly to the Blue pumpkin inn to rest.*
*Once Tensek arrives in the inn he purchases a room and goes up to sleep.*
This morning.
*Tensek rises and leaves the Blue Pumpkin Inn in a hurry beginning his search for his dwarven comrade Burleg.*
Lucian paces through the streets, his stick taping out a steady rhythm.
oO. (I need more information than this. A male information broker, how many of those are there in the city?)
Lucian spots an old man, sitting on a mat, weaving dream-catchers.
"Gooday sir."
Lucian examines the man's wares.
oO. (How do these work again? Ah, the dream tries to travel to your head but is captured within the strings. When morning comes, the dram melts away.)
"How much could I buy this for?"
Now where could that dwarf have gotten too...
*she steps into the shop, looking around*
Barrelstaves of varying lengths are racked around the walls, with metal hoops hanging from hooks. The hammering, dust and busyness are impressive.
A tall man with strong hands strides over to the couple.
"Help ye?"
Greetings. I'm NaShae. I used to work at the Last Lich.
*hopes he remembers her, even vaguely, but goes on anyway*
We're in need of some barrels. Something that mules would be able to carry full, but enough to be enough water for 7 people for two weeks. And for the animals, as well. Would you have something like that?
"If you're taking that much, you'll need a wagon. Water barrels carry twenty pounds of water an' they're two gold each.
Y'oughta plan on refillin' 'em."
I wish that was something we could plan on. We're going into the desert.
*bites her lip*
A wagon would slow us down. It'd let us carry more, but...
*shakes her head*
I'm not even sure the idea of mules would help us go faster than walking.
*looks from Kywyn to Zim*
"The desert? West of here? Pretty harsh terrain, that. I've got a cousin runs goats on the edge of it. Says there's a big, thorny plant there, holds water inside it. His kid gets thirsty herding the goats he jus' drinks outta the plant.
I'd like ta see that someday."
He lifts down a sample barrel for them to inspect.
"Yer mules ain't gonna walk any faster'n you do, but you'll walk faster if'n y'ain't carryin' so much."
A thorny plant.
*turns to look at Kywyn*
So, we may not have enough. If we're planning on two weeks, and we have to go a week into the desert...
*shakes her head*
We wouldn't be able to stay there, even if someone was hurt. Unless we get more food.
*turns back to the man*
I'm not sure how many mules we're taking, but we can't take a wagon. There are areas we can't take it.
*looks over the barrel*
These look good. How many do you think we'll need? Even with being able to fill them, we'd need at least enough to get there. Just to be sure we don't run out.
We'll need a wagon.
*thinks for a moment*
How many do you have that we can buy? We'd need around 30, at the very least. 60 if we want to carry all the water with no refils.
*she walks out of the guild and turns down the street*
.oO(Hmm..I wonder where I would be able to find him...it's been a while since I saw him last...)
*she turns another corner and heads down the street thinking about the adventure and other people she can think of to add to the group*
.oO(I could ask Jaer..I'm sure he would want to help...)
*she continues to think and then realizes that she only has her daggers for weapons*
.oO( I'm going to need something more suitable then my daggers and my bow won't be finished by the time we leave...:embarrass )
*she then begins to head towards the Iron Wolf*
.oO(I'm going to need a spair bow till mine is finished...)
To iron Wolf
"But the more the safer, I think," he replies to NaShae.
"It's good to know some possible alternate sources of water as well."
I just don't want to have to rely on that. There's no guarantee that we can find all the water we'll need if we don't bring enough.
Your cousin?? How far away does his family live?? Maybe we can find where we get there water.
*thinks for a moment*
Let's get 3 barrels. We still have waterskins. And if we think we need more, we can come back. We'll still need a wagon to carry that amount.
"M'cousin lives about three days steady march from the city, right near the edge of the desert. They have a little walled compound there, with a well. It ain't much of a well, but it meets their needs."
Would they be accepting of travellers there?? Or is it best to stay away?
*gets the money together*
Oh! And could you either hold these for us or deliver them to the Silver Sword?
M'cousin wouldn't let ya into the compound, but he'd be happy ta sell ya a roasted goat or two, I'm sure."
Zim grins.
"Coins is coins, after all."
Of course. What about water? Would they be willing to sell that as well? Or is there another water source around the area?
"Well, I don't rightly know. All I know is from Jens bringin' goats to the city once a year. I expect there's water 'tween here and there, but...
He might sell ya water, if the well ain't too low.
When ya get to the marker stone for the North Pass road, go on past it a quarter mile and take the track north. There's a rock pile, but Jens can't write so there ain't no writing."
Thank you. We'll remember that.
*heads back out of the store*
*quietly to Kywyn*
I'd liek to stop by the Armory. All I have is a crossbow, rapier, and some daggars. From what was said at the meeting, none of those will work very well.
*walks through the town to the Iron Wolf*
"I'm not sure what else we need. We could go back and check with the others later to combine our checklists. The only thing I can think of would be more rope since that can always come in handy," Kywyn ponders aloud.
"But it's late enough now. Do you want to go home and rest?"
They make their way through the streets to their apartment and stop in to eat something and rest for the evening. Kywyn goes over what they need to do in preparation the next day.
Do you have everything you need, darling?
*her shadowed eyes betray her concern*
He traces his knuckles along her cheek as he pulls away far enough to look into her eyes. "Promise me you'll take good care of yourself--sleep when you should, don't skip meals to work on the research..."
*forces a smile to her face*
Of course, darling. Do you need help packing?
*glances at his weapon rack*
I wish you'd have let me enchant that silvered axe...
"I'll tell you what: when this business is done with and Aria calms down, I'll comission her and Aramil to make me a new bastard sword that you can enchant. Maybe they can get more assistants from the Jackals so the job goes faster."
He kisses her lightly, then sets his open backpack in front of his chest. "I think I left that silly hat hanging up downstairs..."
If you wait until Aria has time to forge you a sword, you'll never get it. I could buy you one, you know.
*Ixchal crawls inside the backpack*
He picks up the weasel and places her outside the bag, knowing he'll have to remove her a dozen more times or so before he's finished.
"Maybe that would be best... But I know you won't have time to devote a day or two to enchanting it anyway until we've gotten the cure for NaShae's mother."
Gamis begins filling his backpack with his gear. "If we need to go dragon hunting to get that scale, though...
"Let's see how things turn out before we decide... And I'd feel better helping cover what the sword will cost."
.oO(What a wedding gift, though... if there were to be a wedding.)
Well, when you get back we can discuss it.
"How are the notes coming along? Any new discoveries yet?"
Oh, I've made progress, but nothing dramatic. It's all important, of course, but it's things like the degree of curvature on the side of a bottle that will hold a particular solution.
He nuzzles her softly. "I'll miss you while I'm gone..."
And I, you, darling.
*gazes searchingly into his eyes*
I'm so very sorry that I can't be there to help on this trip...
"What you're doing here is important... Maybe when you translate everything, and we have the complete list figured out, then you'll come with us for gathering the elements.
"But don't take that as an excuse to work yourself too hard," he adds.
I'm hoping most of the components will be found on Natala's shelves.
*leans closer, hugs Gamis tightly*
I know I don't have to tell you to be careful.
.oO(There wouldn't be trolls in the desert... please oh please let there not be trolls in the desert...)
And you know I love you, Gamis...
"Do you want to eat dinner, or would you rather wait?" he asks, brushing his knuckles against her temple.
You're hungry? If you want dinner now, that's fine...
*brushes her fingers softly across the back of his hand*
fade...
*stops to pick up the clothes and hats on the way through the market*
[in K&S's apartment]
*eats dinner with Kywyn, then packs away their stuff for the trip*
*staying quiet most of the night, she thinks about the trip, her nervousness flowing down their link*
*once they're done, she takes his hand and leads him to their room*
*even knowing they need their rest, she can't help but remember the trip tomorrow morning and sees that they make the most of their last night completely alone for a couple weeks*
[morning]
*wakes, tangled with Kywyn and in the sheets*
*kisses him and gently gets up to make them breakfast*
*as breakfast cooks, she cleans up and gets ready for the trip*
I need to improve on so many levels. Defense, offense, balance, speed...
The monk finds the others he's directed to train with for the first exercises, limbers up and commences, soon falling into routines and stances deeply ingrained through endless repetition until they became part of his very being.
With a sigh, reluctant to break the moment, he leans over and kisses her cheek. "Darling..."
Oh... it's morning...
*holds him tightly*
.oO(He'll be okay... he'll be okay...)
It looks to be a clear day. You should make good time.
*picks up her holy symbol, moves close to Gamis, gazing at the horizon with him*
I'll fix your breakfast while you finish getting ready. Oatmeal with fruit? And some bread and butter, and fried bacon?
*Ixchal chitters worriedly and follows Mirielle*
*in the kitchen, she hurriedly prepares food, wiping away stray tears from her cheeks*
.oO(I never worried so much about his safety before we fought that flying troll... what has happened to me?)
*sets dishes on the table, fills the teapot with hot water*
Yes, alright... and who is going to assist you in the field?
*shakes her head as she hurries up the stairs and sets to work on the buckles*
Your breakfast is nearly ready.
*brushes past Gamis and hurriedly scoops the bacon onto a plate before it scorches*
There we are... and the oatmeal... I put apple chips in it, and spice.
*sits down with Gamis, and brushes back a strand of her hair*
Sitting down, he eats with his right hand, his other, after he sheds his gauntlets, holding Miri's. He smiles at her after the first bite. "It's very good... Thank you," and continues to put it away--a little slower than he normally eats.
Your armor alone probably weighs more than two Hermys.
*nibbles some bacon*
I'm glad you like it... When you get home, I'll be sure to fix a special dinner to celebrate.
*smiles again*
And a hot bath.
.oO(And that sounds like a good way to set up a surprise of my own when the time is right...) His grin turns a little warmer, and he finishes his breakfast.
Gamis picks up his gear and opens the front door, stepping outside. He turns back to the house and gives Miri a long goodbye kiss, then pulls away slowly. "I'll see you soon... Love you." Then he walks off up their street, glancing back over his shoulder one more time at her before rounding a corner and vanishing from sight.
That went quite well. I really need to work on my stamina though.
Then again, earning some coin should be higher on my list of priorities. I won't be able to live off my savings much longer.
The elf towels himself mostly dry and returns to the boarding house for a proper wash and a change of clothes.
Tagg rode through the streets, and eventually came to the butcher shop that Donnavin had led him to the day before. He went near the shop, then stopped. He decided to wait for Donnavin before he picked up the deer.
An hour passed. Still no sign of Donnavin.
.o0(where is he? should've known, probably forgot.)
Tagg was tempted to just pick the deer up, but decided it was better just to wait for him, he couldn't have forgotten completely. He passed the time by giving Brie his daily feed, and waited on.
Jogs through the streets, cloak wrapped around him grayside out and Llyala trotting behind. In a few minutes he can see the elf and his donkey out front of the shop.
Waves.
oO. (Where is a better place to find information than a bar? I'll look into the Blue Pumpkin later.)
Tap -- Tap -- Tap.
.oO(about time. well, at least he showed.)
He returned the wave. Then Tagg dismounted Brie and walked slightly towards Donn to greet him.
"Hi. A little late, are we? Anyway, the butcher should be done. Lets pick it up."
Hears the mention of food.
"Good!" Trots inside and collects the oilskin package from the butcher and stares in suprise as the skin is thrust into his hand and stares at the butcher.
"Donn? Is something wrong?"
. o O (The elf wanted it.)
"oh, your fur" :D
"So, Donnavin, where's the tanning shop around here?"
Walks the elf and his donkey to the tanning shop, Llyala sniffing between the hide and the oilskin package.
"... Hmm... yes, these marks here... and these... can't do much with this section... wish you'd brought it to me sooner.
"...hmm...
"I can't give you more than 8 copper for the lot. I can find a buyer for most of it, but only about half of it's going to be worth my time."
*in her city clothes, long skirt and short top with boots, for now, she makes sure once again they have everything packed, including the clothes they picked up last night*
*takes Kywyn's hand and heads out to the Silver Sword*
[to SSAG]
*after getting her spair bow and new arrows she heads back to the boarding house to rest*
To Weatherby's
. o O (So what are copper pieces?)
. o O (Pieces of copper.)
. o O (Sometimes I wonder why I ask you questions.)
. o O (Sometimes I wonder why I let you ask me questions.)
. o O (What's that mean?)
. o O (Exactly.)
. o O (...)
. o O (...)
. o O (I still don't get it.)
. o O (If i had a hand I'd slap you senseless.)
Meanders out the door of the store slowly, stopping from fur to fur, then down the street, then back to the SSAG.
*she turns down the street*
.oO(I wonder if Kal is at work right now...)
*she turns down another street and heads to the LLI*
To LLI
Then he looked around and noticed Donnavin was gone.
.oO(Hmmm.... thats odd... oh, well)
He shrugs and turns his attention back to the shopkeeper..
"Hmmm... Ill take it, I guess. What kind of fur would you pay more for? I mean gold. What furs would get me gold?"
"Do I look like a furrier? I deal in hides, in leathers..."
In stench too, from the smell of the place.
"But they don't want just any old pelt. You could work the traplines for weeks before they were willing to deal with ye, unless ye brought in something spectacular, like the fur of one those ... em... what were those again? Ah, something rare, ye know? Otherwise where's the profit for us that does the actual work?"
[to Weatherby Boardng House]
*she walks out into the street and smiles*
.oO(Now all I have to do is talk to Tahlin and Jaer, tell Tensek where we'll be meeting and we can get ready to go..)
*she heads towards the east gate*
To BtW
The first one turns out to be a goldsmith expecting a shipment of several ingots of precious metals arriving over the water. His supplier won't take responsability for the goods after they've been unloaded from his boat, and the smith had the idea last time that someone was trying to intercept the transport on its way to the smithy. Consequently, he decided to hire a guard next time to avoid trouble. The job itself won't take more than half a day on the outside, from the moment the ship arrives until the gold and silver is safe at its destination, but the exact moment of arrival is still in doubt - normally sometime before noon tomorrow, but possibly up to a day later.
Ran promises to stay available - a runner will warn the smith two hours before the boat actually arrives - and they agree on a modest fee. Business concluded, the monk decides to keep the other two addresses until after this job is done and turns his step towards the Mystic Shop to see Natala for a new lesson.
Tagg walks through the streets, favoring his injured foot. He considers picking up Brie, but since he is going back to the Boarding House anyway, he decides to leave him. He continues walking, and nothing too eventful happens. Soon he can see the boarding house in the distance, and is glad that he can rest soon.
[to weatherby boarding house]
So tired ...
She stumbles trying to avoid a crate that she thought was a few feet farther to the left and pauses, leaning against the crate.
I can't go on like this, skulking may keep me alive but it does nothing to fulfill my promises, far less actually get me anywhere.
She hops up onto the crate and glances around, checking the alley without ever really thinking about it. Sitting down she draws a throwing knife and places it on her lap, testing the point.
Be honest with yourself Tirie, you know that the little girl who threw away everything for the road has died... probabally more than once. She never would have stayed, easier just to move on from this mess...
*flicks the knife against the tip of her finger, drawing a bead of blood*
Fading away into nothing is an even easier out than running.
*touches the drop of blood to the center of her forehead and smiles*
Remember me?
*slides of the crate and continues on towards Nobody's, pausing only to sheathe her knife at the door*
*leaving the guild, she heads down the street towards the market*
.oO(I'll need to pick up my armor before we set out...I'm not going to take any chances...)
*she turns a corner and heads to the Iron Wolf*
To Iron Wolf
*as she steps out of the shop, she notices that it is late in the day*
.oO(Maybe I should head back to the boarding house to rest for a bit before looking for Tensek...)
*she switches the package with her armor to the other arm and walks back to the boarding house*
To Mrs Weatherby's
*she heads down the road and meanders throught the darkening streets as the light of day begins to fade into night. Her hood is up, covering her face, the only thing visible are her emerald green eyes*
.oO(I hope Tensek got to talk to Burleg...it would be a great help to have him in this journey, though he is a bit surly..even for a dwarf)
*Tiring of searching for Anaya Tensek takes a break and leaves the city resting out in the sun a few feet from the gate Tensek watches passerbys. Until he rises and heads further out from the gate he silently stalks the land for tracks. Failing to find any Tensek sets up a small camp and spends the nigth in the wild. The next day Tensek awakes and returns to his search for tracks but not having much heart to do much with the tracks that he finds Tensek passes up many opportunities to find any. Again spending teh igth out n the wild. The next morning Tensek rises and heads back to the city.*
To Weatherby's
The elf is standing next to his employer, a slight breeze at their backs, watching the ship being gently pulled in.
Besides myself, it's just the smith and a senior apprentice to transport the load. No wonder he wanted to bring in someone to secure his gold and silver.
*she walks down the streets, the hood of her cloak is down, Screech perched on her shoulder. She occassionally rubbs his feathers, if she feels that he is spooked by some of the passerby, to calm him down*
.oO(Good boy)
*she continues to walk*
*upon coming to the park she sees Tensek laying out on a bench and she smiles*
*she whispers something to Screech and let's him fly over to where Tensek lays, landing softly on the back of the bench*
*Anaya comes walking up, barely making a sound, a soft coo is heard and Screech does what he got his name from. A higher pitched screech comes from his beak, and he flapps his wings repeatedly*
*Anaya stands next to the bench, looking down at Tensek from where she stands*
.oO(Caught sleeping Tensek you're better than that!)
*Cautiously looking around he notices a woman's legs and looking up his hand moves away from his blade and he smiles.*
Hello
You know..a ranger is never seen off his guard, especially when getting any kind of rest.
*she offers him her hand*
Yes but it was just so peaceful...
*Tenek takes the hand and rises slowly.*
I spoke to Burleg. He said he would like to join the hunt.
Yes I know it is peaceful, but you still need to at least to keep your attention open, even when sleeping.
*she smiles and nods to the mention of Burleg*
That is good to hear. I just hope he shows tomorrow. I have everyone ready and we are to meet up at the SSAG before heading out. I'll be renting the cart and bringing an old friend with us to help carry the beast, so we don't have to worry about that.
Most of the group is from the guild. I am a member so that is how I know them.
*she makes some clicking noises to Screech, who perks his head up and flies to her shoulder*
Come I'll show you.
*she smiles*
*Tensek nods and follows Anaya.*
To SSAG
Originally posted by Ran
The smith himself rides on the cart while Ran takes up position walking slightly behind and to the left.
The cart is lead away swiftly, keeping to the broader streets where possible. The donkeys are not very fast, but the important part is to get away from the quays and the many badly-lit and deserted alleys and the cluttered open places surrounding them.
Half an hour later they are well into the better district and Ran allows his guard to relax somewhat. The streets here are bustling with activity and a hold-up here would probably attract more trouble than the load is worth. That said, the monk is well-aware that an organized gang could succesfully set up an attack even in broad daylight on one of the busier streets of the city.
The goldsmith visibly relaxes a bit himself though. He obviously feels most of the risk is behind them as well
Ran helps out with the boxes containing the ingots, carrying them where the goldsmith indicates. His job completed, he collects his pay from the smith, bows and leaves. He's late for his lesson with Natala, so the elf hurries over to salvage what he can.
*she stops to wait for him to close the shop, then smiles, letting Screech fly overhead*
*she smiles at Tahlin*
(e) You have any place in particular you would like to go? .
"The Last Lich springs to mind... one the better places around here..."
(e) Alright
*her and Tahlin head towards the LLI*
To LLI
Natala knocks lightly on the door at first, then more loudly.
.oO(Well, this is a disruption, someone needs to interrupt her anyway, before she wastes away!)
*the face jumps away, and after a minute a stumbling tread can be heard*
*creaking softly, the door opens, and a pallid Mirielle looks out*
Natala... come in, hello...
*she steps back, holding the door open to the musty interior*
"I thought you might could use some company for a little while, with Cousin Gamis out of town," she says, holding the basket out. "I brought food -- something hot to have now, and something you can eat over the next few days."
Oh, I didn't have breakfast yet, did I?
*her stomach rumbles, and Ixchal chitters angrily*
*glances down at the weasel*
Um. Or lunch. Please, come into the kitchen... I'll light the fire; it seems to have gone out.
*leads the way into the kitchen, where the fire is quite cold, and dishes litter the sink*
*fumbles at the hearth, swaying slightly*
"Sit," she says firmly. "Eat. I'll take care of that."
She sets hot pasties before Miri, and turns to building a fire, opening windows, and heating water for the dishes.
I've been so deep in my books... Thank you, Natala.
*nibbles at the hot food*
It's been... two days? or, three?
"Long enough for you to lose track, apparently. Have you thought of returning to Hightower while your beloved is out of town? It might make it easier for you to remember to eat, if you didn't have to fix it yourself."
.oO(Wizards.
)"Are you making any progress on your research?"
It's... a thought. But that would be a nuisance, packing my things... I have a lady coming by, um, tomorrow, I think, to clean...
*eats another bite of pastry*
I'm quite certain now that I'll be needing a red dragon scale. But it will need special preparation, and I haven't quite figured that out yet.
"How do you go about researching something like this? Or... about learning how to research something magical?"
Natala nibbles at her own pastie.
"It may be a bit of an awkward question, but it's going to be hard for me, trying to discover a new spell. I have no training in how to do that. I know it can't be quite the same as how you do it, but it seems like wizards spend so much time on things like that, maybe there's something I could learn from you about it."
I didn't know that priests research spells. Somehow, I thought all priest spells were divinely revealed!
*sips some water*
Well... in the case of NaShae's mother, I had to unravel her notes and see where she went wrong.
*frowns*
And... I'm not convinced she was...
*shakes her head dismissively*
The first step is to decide what kind of mana you'll be working with, to accomplish your goal. What is it you want to do?
"They are... sort of. But you still have to know what you're doing... how to call upon the divine power granted you. Very little is given free; if you don't want to know how to do something enough to work for it, it's not going to just miraculously appear in your mind."
She picks a fine bone from her pastie, and inspects it idly before setting it aside.
"I'm hoping to devise a way to communicate with the spirit of one who has passed on to the next world, just enough to ask them if they wish to return to life. It's so hard, as it is, when people care enough to try to have a loved one raised... and they can't be certain, until they've put all their resources into the effort, that that person will consent to return."
Ohh... I see.
And, how would you want to communicate with him?
Do you want to summon a being that could act as a go-between? Do you want to find a plane that you could travel to, and meet with the spirit there?
"Those are possibilities, I suppose, but they sound more complicated than what I had been envisioning. I'm looking for simplicity, if it's possible -- something between the spell which allows you to communicate with a person's corpse, asking it questions about things it knew in life, and that which allows you to ask questions directly of Ordemetrex or Her Sons."
If I recall correctly... the one is a necromantic spell, and the other... is it a divination?
If so, you're not going to find something 'in between' them, because they are such different types of magic.
*glances over at the fireplace*
I think the kettle is hot. Tea?
*stands, reaching for mugs*
I'd stick with the divination possibilities... Since you're wanting to communicate with the spirit, not the corpse.
"Divination comes more naturally to me, anyway. What is it that makes a spell one type or another, though, really?"
The energies that are shaped, and how they react with, and influence, the world around you...
*seeming to forget the teapot entirely, her eyes blaze up with enthusiasm*
For example, the necromantic energies synchronize with the same type of energy involved in living creatures... Now, I can use that synchronicity to induce fear in an enemy. It alters the emotional pulse of his life force.
A conjuration spell wouldn't do that. A conjuration spell draws forth a creature or an effect. Like... I could use conjuration to summon biting insects, or slippery grease.
"They have a basis in reality, in what's being done, then -- not just a convenient way of grouping spells that do similar things to make it easier to discuss them?"
Yes, they do.
With some spells, the reason for their classification might be quite obscure, and I suspect some mages never really understand the reasons...
*eyes unfocused again*
I envy the elves, sometimes... so much more time for deepening their understanding of the esoteric...
Natala chuckles, and gets up to pour the larger container of water she's heated into the sink.
"Where might I find soap?" she asks, carefully placing the scattered dishes in the hot water.
"Come to think of it, some spells do feel very different when you cast them than others. I suppose that's why some priests refuse to cast certain spells... Cousin Gamis would likely consider them evil, and I think others do as well, but for me..." She shrugs. "It's no better or worse to channel negative energy than positive, from my point of view."
You really don't care about positive versus negative? Good versus evil?
What do you consider your role in serving the Mother, then?
)"Not for myself, no. For others, it's a different matter -- we all choose whom to follow and what to believe."
She scatters some flakes in the water, agitating it to make a lather.
"My role... I'm not a warrior in the battle of Good and Evil. More of a balancer between the two -- and it can be a fine line to walk. A protector, maybe. I try to do no harm to beings with free will, unless to prevent further harm."
Small clanks and clangs of dishes being washed accompany her words.
.oO(What is my hairbrush doing there?)
I find it difficult to understand your philosophy, but obviously the Mother approves, so...
*shrugs, absentmindedly setting her brush in the fruit bowl*
"Many people do find it strange, which I understand; but it's the only way that works for me, and what She would have me do -- as you say."
Finishing the dishes, she drains the water from the sink and begins stacking the food she brought Miri in the fruit bowl, removing the hair brush as she does so.
"I'll come back in a couple of days, to see how you are," she says as she finishes this task. "Make sure you eat, in the meantime, please? Your beloved would be most angry, if he came home to a wraith."
After a final exchange, she leaves, returning to her shop.
I know I'm thin, but really!
*walks Natala to the door*
Thank you, Natala. I'll try to remember...
*smiles and waves after the cleric as she walks back to her shop,
taking a deep breath of the fresh air before going back into her house*
.oO(It seems to be an organic component with the dragon scale, though modified with a type of stone...)
*thoughtfully climbs the stairs*
[to beyond the walls]
(I don't blame them...)Oo. thinks Sensandela wearily as she trudges on. .oO(I would be afraid of Dolly, too, especially if I was a powdered, delicate human lady. Dolly could probably eat them in two bites...)
For the past several days, the orc plush in her arms has held a baleful eye on her newest acquisition.
ORLY BLOOMPKIN, EH? WHAT A PRETTY ELF YOU ARE. I CAN'T TELL - ARE YOU A GIRL OR A BOY?
The elf plush is silent.
WHAT'S WRONG? ORC PLUSHIES AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR ELF PLUSHIES? WHAT, DOES MY EYE SCARE YOU?
Dolly squints at him.
MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW HOW I LOST IT. IT WAS BEFORE I ENCOUNTERED THIS SILLY GIRL.
"Hey! I've been really lenient up till now on this whole... talking thing, but you are reeeally going to have to shut up soon if you don't stop being mean to me!"
The plush goes on as if it'd heard nothing. Orly Bloompkin stares wide-eyed at the plush, unblinking in fear.
IT WAS DURING THE GREAT WAR, THIRTY-SOME YEARS AGO. IN THE MIDST OF THE DIN OF SWORDS ON ARMOR AND BONE, THROUGH THE DEEP MIST OF ELVEN BLOOD IN THE AIR--
Sensandela glares at Dolly. "HEY! Stop picking on the newbie! For that matter, you can shut up now!"
It returns the glare, but silences itself as its mouth is set firmly against her skin in the crook of her arm.
The half-orc walks on a fair distance. .oO(I'm running out of food before I can even get out of this city! I've got... two or three days' worth of rations left? How do you get out of this pl--I bet that once they get you in here, they take away all the gates so you can't get out, and then when you're trapped and want to go home to your daddy, they come out and EAT YOUR BRAINS!
)I THINK YOU'RE WORRYING NEEDLESSLY.
"You think so?" the half-orc asks hopefully as she glances down a side-street.
YES. THEY CAN'T EAT WHAT YOU HAVEN'T GOT.
The sound of the half-orc's voice fades as she walks down the street and turns another corner.
"WHA--Shut up shut up shut up!"
oO. (If Brodda's out of town, I wonder where I could get leads about her employer. I know! The inns, they must've heard something of her.)
With a smile and a whistle, he makes for the Last Lich Inn.
*she guides Maya down the street as she drags the empty cart*
*upon coming up to the gates she slows down as she see Jaer and Blight already there and smiles*
You got the net I see
*Jaer nods*
Thankyou very much.
*she walks up to Blight and unstraps the net from his saddle and places it in the cart*
Now that we have everyone, let's get the show on the road.
*she nods to the guard as she passes him and heads towards the treeline*
To Verinal's Kitty Adventure Thread
The evening sessions are reserved for private tours for local nobility and the very wealthy, complete with a festive dinner and various other entertainments to show himself and his family in a most favourable light. For those, the private guards and servants of the man suffice - any more would only give the wrong impression.
During the day however, the collection may be visited - on invitation only - by a great many people of lesser, though still distinguished, status: well-to-do merchants, notaries, counsillors, holders of a public office, members of the clergy. to ensure absolute safety for the collection, extra guards are hired. Ran is one of those.
The monk appreciates the opportunity to fulfill another assignment for the guild and earn a buck, but perhaps even more the chance to see for himself some of the magnificent pieces of art on display.
The first crowd came as much to be seen as to see something. Today, only the real connaisseurs return.
Wrists crossed behind his back, he crosses the city pondering the value of art compared to life's more petty needs.
Tagg strolls through the streets, and it becomes lighter still. Day it must be, and Tagg decides it would be a good opportunity to sell off that javelin. However, he would have to stop back at the boarding house, which mattered not since he had to go pay the rent anyways. He speeds up the pace slightly and walks purposefully back to the boarding house.
[to weatherby boarding house]
Assignment concluded to the satisfaction of the guild's client, the monk leaves and heads for the guild headquarters to report to Volos, who'll be collecting the fee. After that, he hurries to the Last Lich.
Tagg walks through the streets of the city. The sky is now throroughly dark, so he decides to stop by an inn, the only businesses open at night. He thinks of where to go, for he has several options. He personally disliked the bartender at the last lich, but the inn itself was quite nice; it would be a good break from dingy nobody's. He didnt necessarily have to stay by the bartender, he thinks, and the bartender may not even be on duty. He decides he might be able to find some activity there, so he heads over to the last lich.
[to last lich inn]
*taking a calming breath, she unlocks the door and goes inside*
*placing her purchases on the table, she gets her spell component pouch and carefully restocks it*
...and don't eat this candle, Ix!
*moves around the kitchen, making sure everything is sealed up tight against her absence*
...could be home in a few days, could be... longer.
*shakes her head against the nervous chill that runs down her back, and sits down to write Gamis a note:*
Dearest Gamis,
I have learned of a red dragon, and finding that I need a scale of such a beast, I have insisted the Hightower send me as its representative on the expedition that goes to hunt for it.
I leave in the morning, with Cousin Natala, Ran, and Juste Quincarnon. The Temple of Ordemetrex is providing supplies and guidance.
All my love,
Mirielle
Ixchal! [swf]You have mouse breath.[/swf]
[swm]Fat mouse! Taste good. You want mouse?[/swm]
[swf]No, I want tea, bread and cheese.[/swf]
Chuckling, she pads over to the window, holding her holy symbol.
Thalos, lend me your guidance and protection in this endeavour...
Mirielle prays fervently, then washes, dresses, and eats. Gathering her gear, which she packed the night before, and grabbing her quarterstaff...
.oO(When I get home, I'm enchanting you. I should've done that long since!)
...she departs for the Temple of Ordemetrex, locking the house door behind her. She takes the long route there, having time, and leaves word at the Silver Sword of her plans.
Tap --- Tap --- Tap
Shruging he enters the inn, after a minute of finding where he is.
oO. (Somehow I feel that I should stay away from there for a while. She didn't seem to pleased with the questions. What's that other inn... Nobody's... Hm, A little less classy but with her current lack of a job who knows what she's doing...)
Tap. --- Tap. --- Tap.
Lucian makes his way down to Nobody's.
*glances around the alley*
I need to unwind...
*she finds a sheltered doorway and draws up the hood of her cloak as she settles in* Ah, for the thrill of breaking and entering... *toys with the hilt of her rapier* Or just straight up killing. Gods damn I need to find a better employer.
*gives the door an idle kick and then wanders on* Dancing around in peoples heads just doesn't do it, yet I need to lay low... *curses softly* Get this done first, Tirie.
oO. (I really need to get this info to M.)
.oO(deeds for the city... i could do something like that... but what? the city doesnt appear to be at war, so that option is out, i dont know anyone on the council, so getting in that way is unlikely... hm... i suppose i'll just have to keep checking the noticeboards until i can think of something better.)
He continues to walk along to an inn, checking to see if the noticeboard had any updates since last time.
[to nobody's inn]
oO. (Most of the people in the market end up paying protection. Wouldn't want to step on any toes there.... Besides there are more witnesses there. A small buisness will notice the loss and a big one will have too many guards. Need to find one that's just right...)
Tap --- Tap --- Tap
Lucian hands a silver to each of the ten beggars lining the street. oO. (I think I have a plan.)
oO. (Perfect. This is just the setup I'm looking for.)
He turns to the beggers.
"Who'd be interested in earning a little more gold?"
Tagg walks through the streets for a while, idly weaving by the various establishments, enjoying the comfortable weather. Soon the activity level begins to slow and he notices the sky beginning to darken. The brisk night air begins to annoy him and he decides he had better find someplace to go. He strolls down the street as he thinks of the town's various inns and nightime locations, when Nobody's comes into his view. He shrugs and makes towards the familiar building and concludes it is as good as anywhere else for something to do.
[to nobodys inn]
On cue, a trio of the beggars rush across the street and slam open the chicken coop. The guards, who were still playing bones, shout out for aid and attempt to close the coop from the tide of chickens exiting coop. Feathers flying, the beggars retreat down an allley. The door to the shop opens up and staff attempt to gather up the now scattered chickens.
(Perfect.)Oo.Lucian uses his staff to prop the window open and slips inside of the building. The room he enters is the storage room, full of meats in the process of being salted. The actor crinkles his nose is distaste.
He quickly makes his way into the main business room, the management has taken no efforts to the safe. Lucian reaches down his shirt and removes his lockpicks and sets to work.
(Almost there.... Got it!)Oo. The lockpicks find home and the tumblers fall into place. Outside, the only sound is of the manager cursing out the mercenary guards as incompetent fools. Lucian opens the safe and quickly removes the bag within. He quietly grabs a sack from within the salted meats room filled with salt and slides the bag inside.
(Now the trickey part....)Oo. Lucian pokes his head out the window and seeing the coast to be clear, lowers the bag of salt out of the window, wincing as it thumps into the ground. He then slides out the window taking his staff with him. The actor throws the bag of salt over his shoulder and makes his way back to the Fox.
*walks through the streets with Kywyn, tired and ready to get some rest*
*opening the door to their apartment, Shae winces at the stale air of the room kept long shut*
*she walks over to open all the windows of the house, then gathers clean clothes*
*stops to gaze at Kywyn*
Would you like to join me or should I get a bath ready for you when I'm done?
*once they're done and dressed, Shae takes her desert clothes an puts them with the other clothes to be washed, still trying to decide whether to wash them or just burn them*
*glad to be clean and home, Shae realizes finally that there's not much food here, since what they bought recently was for the trip*
*sighs softly and mumbles*
I'm not sure I wanted to cook right now anyway.
*turns to Kywyn, speaking a bit louder*
There's not much here. We could go to one of the inns or bring something back here. Or I could see if I can find a shop open and make something for us.
He dresses in his normal dark attire and reaches for his grey cloak.
I was hoping you would say that. Are you ready?
*reaches out to take his hand*
*leaves with him to find a place to take food back to the house, hoping for something close*
He remembers the rooftop restaurant they went to before, but thinks that would be too much for tonight after just getting back. Eventually, he settles on a small vendor near the the border of the market square and buys some wrapped food for NaShae and himself.
*tired from the trip, Shae manages to eat, but has to struggle to keep from dropping into a trance at the table*
*after Kywyn eats, she cleans up and packs away whatever's left*
*immediately getting ready for bed, she lays down and waits for Kywyn*
We'll report in the morning?
*not waiting for his answer, her exhasution pulls her into her meditations*
*wakes in the morning, knowing she rested in a bit more than normal*
*watches Kywyn sleep for a while, gently brushing his hair back from his face*
*kisses him gently, then snuggles into the blanket, happy to be able to stay in their bed, in their home*
*she gets ready for the day, then spends the time until Kywyn gets up cleaning the house and gathering the clothes to wash*
*she stops outside Dak's room, meaning to go in and dust and air out the room that hasn't been used since he was taken*
*staring at the door, she finds she can't go into the room, almost afraid that she will find everything gone and Dak was something she dreamed up*
*sitting at the desk, she curls into herself and starts crying*
"Do you want to report in to the others? See if there's anything we can do to speed up the process?"
*nods slowly*
I think we should.
*glances back at the door, shivering, but her conviction solidifies again*
There's still a lot to do. More than a lot.
*shakes her head and stands, pulling him up with her*
*hugs him close, then goes off to wash her face, feeling infinitely better with splashing cold water on her face*
*on her way back, picks up her pack and puts on her boots*
I'm ready.
Perhaps his contact with his cherished NaShae had imported more images than he realized. Kywyn fastens his left metal glove.
His parents and large extended family from his youth smile at him.
"Good boy. We're proud of you," they say.
Kywyn doesn't seem shocked at the vison. He doesn't seem anything at all. He fastens his right gauntlet.
He is sitting at a table, drawing. And he can draw everything, and the pictures come to life as his pen works its way across the page. Indescribalbe runes meld with the glowing ink.
"Don't forget..."
Kywyn reaches for his cloak and drapes the frayed cloth over his front and back, pulling his head through the centered openeing.
He is training in his unarmed forms on a cold stone floor. His sweat drips off his brow as his hands and feet move in harmony with his center. He jumps and lands low, spinning around to meet an imaginary attacker.
Kywyn pulls up his hood to shade his face, and all the hallucinations vanish. He does not understand why these memories would fall over him now...
"Don't..."
He walks to take NaShae's hand while walking out the door.
*heads out of the building, trying to shake the sorrow that caught up with her in the apartment*
*she watches the streets, unable to help but wonder if one of them is the threat to Dak*
*stays silent on the trip to the graveyard, until they reach the older section*
[to Avowed]
She wasn't there.
The shopkeeper kisses the small boys scrap and soon returns to the shop as the child begins to go about playing with the other little girl. Kai lowers his view unto Tarah, examining her.
So what do you wish to do now?
She spaces her explanation out over a number of blocks as they reach the slums of the city, making it difficult for anyone overhearing to piece together what she's saying.
"If you think you might be being followed...
"...you know, coming home from work or something...
"...you don't want to go straight home. Then they'll know where to find you.
"At times like that..."
She leads him on a convoluted path among various alleyways, occasionally touching his arm and nodding toward some landmark.
[to Striker's Thieves' Guild]
Brodda leaves the inn with her pack and weapons and sets off in the direction of the boarding house, looking about as she walks.
.oO(Ah knoow Ah was gone only a week orr so, but that trrip into the deserrt seemed teh last forreverr. It's like Ah haven't seen these strrreets in so long.)
She continues walking along, thoughts passing through her head. Finally she reaches Mrs. Weatherby's.
After tidying himself up a bit, Sir Da' Vane steps up to the front door and knocks three times...
The door opens, and Gamis looks out at the Southlander on his front step. His skin is noticeably darker than Da' Vane probably remembers it, and he wears his chain shirt. His eyebrows jump upward.
"Da' Vane!"
Da' Vane is a little taken back by Gamis' exclamation, and is a little surprised at his master's new appearance, but recovers quickly.
"Master Gamis."
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Blue eyes search the junior paladin's face for a moment, and then a slight smile crosses Gamis' face.
"You look well. Been taking care of yourself?"
"Well, the Church has been looking after me quite well, Master Gamis. How about you? You look like you've taken a trip to the Southlands yourself."
"Not quite; I was in the Western Desert for a while on an errand. I'm needed here, now, though... And a good squire would be most welcome and helpful. That is, if you're ready to continue there...?"
"I made a promise, didn't I, Master Gamis? I finished the theology lessons as I promised, and I am back to act as your loyal squire..."
Da' Vane hesitates for a second before continuing.
"And friend, Master Gamis, if you would still have me."
"I told you to seek me when you felt ready. Since you're here now, I assume that that's the case. Am I right?"
"Yes, Master Gamis. You have been right about a lot of things in the past, as I recall."
Gamis smiles.
"Then welcome back, Da' Vane. Give me a moment, then we can walk and catch up on things."
He steps away from the door and climbs his stairs, coming back down wearing his sword and settling his cloak on his shoulders.
"Come."
He steps out of the house and closes the door behind himself.
Da' Vane follows behind as Gamis leads the way.
"Master Gamis, Volos said something about the Jackals needing help. Are you going to help them, Master Gamis?"
"I was doing so just today, actually... Here, walk abreast of me for a moment... What's happened since you withdrew into the Church, hmm..."
He thinks for a moment as he walks through the streets, letting autumn air brush against his exposed skin.
"Khan is dead, his forces scattered. Daron has left the Guild to follow his own way; I last spoke with him this spring.
"There was the tournament Lord Malifaeyr hosted... Did you get out of the Church to see it?"
"I missed that, I'm afraid. Unfortunately, I had classes. It seemed that the Church felt I needed to recover that part of the training extensively, so there was little time I wasn't in classes or in the library."
Under his breath, Da' Vane can just be heard to mutter something about stupid classes and latrine duty.
"Ah, a shame... I hope he'll do another one in the near future. It was good to lance something outside of a real skirmish. And if we have you a horse by then, it'll be good to see you compete in it."
He crooks a slight smile sideways at his squire. The smile fades quickly as he continues, though.
"You remember the Eternal Flame from that book, of course?"[.color]
Da' Vane stops walking and looks a Gamis, his eyes full of hatred.
"Of course I remember The Eternal Flame. You don't just forget something like that, and somehow I will... I will..."
Then the look is gone, replaced by one of despair.
"I don't know what I'll do, Master Gamis. But I'll do something to make everything all right again. I just don't know what."
"Well, you'll be given the chance to... Maybe even a prisoner to take to the Southlands to give testimony. The Flame is here, Da' Vane. A group of them, I don't know how large, is up to something in the mountains northeast of the city.
"Malifaeyr had a charge for the Guild: after the tournament, his intent was to wipe out a force of orcs that were mustering there. Our job was to hold a pass and keep the Jackals from being flanked. We all got more than we bargained for when we uncovered the presence of the Flame, though--including a demon-spawned troll that wields the power of a Demmionite priest, two red dragons, and some strange creatures that reflected injury on Darkar and a group he was with when wounded. While we held the pass from the blood troll and her orcs, the Flame's main force decimated the Jackals.
"So now we're rebuilding them, and feeling out the Flame. That's the state you've returned in, Da' Vane."
"Even without the presence of the Flame, my sword is yours, and the City's, to command. But now... now the Flame will pay dearly for their crimes. If we can get evidence of the Flame's treachery, perhaps we may be able to muster aid and support from the Southlands. I am sure they will not take an insult like this laying down. Though it may be a struggle to convince the Church straight away."
"It wouldn't surprise me. The journey and diplomacy would take time, but we need more and better troops if we're to do anything about the Flame here. If not auxiliaries from the Southlands, maybe a force of fervent volunteers?"
"Perhaps. Who knows what the light of Agathalos will bring? We must keep up the fight here, and do whatever needs to be done - big or small. If the Eternal Flame defeats Garic's City, there will be little hope for the rest of the world. Whatever it takes, Master Gamis. Whatever it takes."
Gamis nods.
[color = blue]"We're still gathering strength and intelligence, and they haven't given indication of any move soon. But that won't last forever, of course, and we have a long way to go to catch up with them.
"I can discuss getting aid from the Southlands with Malifaeyr, perhaps tomorrow. I want you to meet me in the market square tomorrow morning; I'll want your help when I go to the training yards, and to see to your training in arms, too."
"Yes, Master Gamis."
"For now... Are you still lodging at the Church?"
"At the moment, yes."
"That's probably for the best, at the moment.
"Is there anything of you'd like to say about what you learned from your classes there?"
"Not really, I expect you already know most of it, having gone through it yourself. It is a bit embarrassing the way I am treated the same as all the other boys in the lesson."
"Better the same as all than singled out for what you may have once been. We all suffer something of embarrassment, restrained by the Mother from doing what we must. But we weather it."
"That is true, Master Gamis. How is Miri? I hear that you are living with her now."
"She's well... Arcane studies keeping her busy as always. But she's been granted the favour of The Wise since you saw her last."
"Oh?"
"Yes... She surprised us both when she cast a healing spell on me after I lost a match in the tournament. Her primary focus is still arcane, but I'm sure she'll grow in Thalos's might given time."
"That's very good to hear, Master Gamis. At a time when the Light is needed more than most, Agathalos provides."
Gamis nods simply.
"And your return at this time could likely be an example of it..."
"I never considered that, but it does seem to be more than coincidence, doesn't it?"
"Well, coincidence or fate, it's given us tools to work with..."
He turns to his squire.
"You should get some rest now. Tomorrow, we train new Jackals."
"Yes, Master Gamis. Tomorrow, in the Market Square."
"I'll see you then, Da' Vane. Welcome back."
He inclines his head to the Southlander.
"Thank you, Master Gamis. It's been nice speaking to you, and it'll feel good to get back into service once more."
"And you. "
Gamis gives him a smile, then turns up the street and starts for home.
"" calls Da' Vane, and he starts heading back towards the Church of Agathalos.
He sticks to the sides of the streets and the shadows as much as possible, and keeps his talking to a loud whisper.
"... and then Sir Hermy stabbed the giant. I swear you could probably hear it's screams of agony from miles away. It dropped like a rock and the village was saved."
The bard is about to start regaling the ranger with another tale of the exploits of the great Sir Hermy when he stops and points.
"That looks like the place."
Mintos finger is pointing at a rundown house with fading yellow paint. A dim flickering light, firelight most likely, pours out of the cracks in a shutter on the window.
Minto steps back around a corner and starts singing. When he is done he touches Tagg and smiles as Tagg fades from view.
"This spell will only last a few minutes, and once you attack it will stop working as well."
"I'll wait here for a bit in case you need any help."
"Scream if you need it."
Minto grins and winks.
"On key if you can manage it."
The bard leans up against the side of a building and starts picking bits of dust off his clothes.
"Either you are almost as quiet as Hermy or you haven't left yet... Get a move on. I don't have all day."
Minto grins again.
*Rustle*
Tagg looks backwards and sees that his foot had caught on the shutter and made a rustling noise. He quickly untangles his foot and sidles a few yards away from the window. Tagg crouches down and waits for a few moments, peering around to see if the noise had attracted any attention.
*walks through the streets with Kywyn toward Gamis and Mirielle's house*
*she stops to look at the outside, to see if there's any sign that someone is inside*
"Hmm...I wonder if I can find somewhere to work"
Maelut finds himself in the less affluent part of town, and sights the Nobodys Inn.
"An Inn...well, I suppose it's a place to start."
Originally posted by TaggIIV
Tagg carefully begins to pull the shutter outward trying to be as quiet as possible. He opens it just enough for his body to fit through the window, and he sneaks in.
*Rustle*
Tagg looks backwards and sees that his foot had caught on the shutter and made a rustling noise. He quickly untangles his foot and sidles a few yards away from the window. Tagg crouches down and waits for a few moments, peering around to see if the noise had attracted any attention.
It does not appear that the slight sound made by Tagg was overheard over the sounds coming from inside the house.
It sounds like swordplay, but it must be a humorous battle as there seems to be laughter along with the clank of swords.
One of the voices is a deep manly sounding voice that rumbles as it laughs, the other is a higher pitched churttle similiar to that of a chipmunk.
On occasion a third voice can be heard. A femine voice warning the others to be careful.
Looking through the still slightly open window, Tagg can make out a few shadows sparing in a room further back from the one the window opens into.
The one that belongs to thedeeper voiced one is a big man most likely, and it would be a fair guess that the smaller shadow leaping about wildily belongs to a halfling, or a child.
Sneaking in a bit more carefully this time, Tagg doesn't appear to make any noise as he slips into the front room.
From the back room an aroma of baking beans drifts past him.
Tagg slowly walks across the frontroom and enters into the room where the three figures are. He sidles over into a corner, a safe distance away from the people and crouches down. Tagg perks up his long ears a little bit and stares carefully at the action, seeing if he can gather any further information from conversation or actions, waiting for an opportunity to make his move.
No, not to someone Tagg knows, but to the bigger man.
And Tagg does recognize the bigger man.
The Bandit with the sap.
The man and his son seem to be practising their knife fighting. A woman sits on a bench next to the fire feeding some mashed beans to an even younger child. If Tagg were to guess he'd bet this child to be no older then three.
The man and his son are smiling and laughing as they make mock thrusts at each other with their knives.
Correct that, with Taggs knives. There is no doubt in the rangers mind that the daggers being weilded are the ones taken from him.
The father laughs and pretends to fall to the ground dead after a near hit by his son.
The woman shakes her head at them. "Now stop teasing him Hamlock. If you make him think he's an expert you'll just get him in trouble."
The man sits up and ruffles the boys hair. "But he is an expert Tania... Right Shane?"
The boy smiles at his father then gives his mother a very serios look. "Yeah mom. I am almost as good as father. Pretty soon, I'll be able to go out on patrol with him an help stop bandits."
The father blushes slightly and looks away. The mother puts down the spoon and bowl of beans and walks over to her older son. "You'll do no such thing. When you grow up you'll be a craftsman, or a scholar. Maybe even a guardsman. Someone that contributes to the world."
She takes the knife from the boy and hands it to Hamlock, and then picks up her child.
"But for now, I'll just settle for someone who goes to bed without creating a fuss. Now kiss your father goodnight."
The boy does as told, the younger child kisses his father as well and then the woman carries them out a side door of the room.
Hamlock stands and gathers Taggs knives . He heads towards a small cupboard against a the east wall and starts to place them on the top shelf.
.oO( Blankets, some cloth... dishes... pots... and my daggers. The other bandit must have my scimitar...)
His thought are interrupted as Hamlock closes the cabinet doors. Tagg snaps out of his trance and refocuses. As the man turns arouns, Tagg swiftly shoves him backwards onto the cabinet's closed doors. Tagg begins to see his arms becoming visible again, and soon the rest of his body follows. He takes the short sword and points the tip at Hamlock's throat until the steel is nearly touching. His other hand begins to stray towards the other sword kept on the holster on his hip.
"I won't struggle. Take what you want. But please don't hurt my family."
Hamlock, drops his hands to his side to show he won't fight. His arms hang loosely, though his hands are clenched tightly into fists.
"I don't have much. I'm a poor man, but take what you think you need."
"I won't try to stop you."
"First things first. Your brother Marco. I need to know where he resides and where he frequents. Some information on the whereabouts of the rest of my weapons are also."
For the first time Hamlock looks at Taggs face.
"You, you're that elf."
"I'm very sorry about that. I had no choice though."
"And I did talk Marco out of killing you. "
"Please, keep that in mind."
Tears start to run down the mans cheek.
He looks past Tagg.
"Tania. No."
Tagg hears something behind him, as Hamlocks wife lowers the fire poker.
"I'm so very sorry sir, but I needed the money Marco promised me. I would have lost my house without it."
"Surely you can understand why I did what I did. You'd have done the same if you had kids."
"Wouldn't you?"
The woman moves up next to Tagg, and places her hand on his arm.
"Please sir. Hamlock eally is a good man. It's that brother of his.. Please, don't kill my husband."
"I'll tell you where to find Marco. As long as you promise not to hurt Hamlock."
"Tania! He's my brother!"
"And I'm your wife. And you have kids to think about. Besides, you know Marco. He's not worth your life."
"But..."
Hamlock shudders and takes a deep breath.
"What are you going to do to Marco when you find him?"]
"I will simply get back what was stolen from me, and what he has stolen from a friend."
Not liking the fact Hamlock's wife was out of his view unless he turned his head away from the man, he speaks again.
"And you... Tania, I presume, get over here where I can see you."
He signals with his free hand to a spot next to the cabinet, where she is visible in the corner of his eye.
"Please. Don't hurt us. We have two young sons."
Hamlock moves slightly to try and protect his wife.
"Tania is innocent. She told me not to go with Marco. Don't hurt her, or so help.."
Hamlock starts to turn red with anger but catches himself.
"Don't hurt her."
"I'll tell you what you want to know."
Hamock swallows hard. Tania sighs and squeezes her husbands hand.
"You can probably find him at the Blue Pumpkin. He hangs out there,. He used to stay around Trundles before it burned down, he sometimes stays in that area. I guess theres a woman near there he fancies."
Hamlock straightens up.
"I've told you what you asked."
"Let my wife go now."
Tania doesn't budge.
"I can tell you're a good man.. er.. elf."
"Please don't let Marco know we told you. If he su... If he finds out he'll come after us."
Hamlock scoots as close to his wife as he can without getting his throat slit.
Or if he kills you."
Tagg points at a wall on the other side of the room.
"And Hamlock, dont try pulling anything. As it stands I am the only one armed." He adds, sensing the man's growing irritation.
"Now then. When you are over there, I will take my daggers and leave."
He waits for a few moments to let his words sink in, then slowly brings the swordtip back a few inches. Enough for Hamlock to sneak out, but still close enough for anything unexpected to be dealt with.
"Take whatever you want, just get out!"
A squeeze from his wife calms his anger . He shrinks a little.
"And I'm sorry for robbing you. "
Tania slips from Hamlocks arms and points at the cupboard.
"The daggers are in there. That's all Hamlock took."
"Escept for a small bit of money. But we've already spent that."
"On food."
"We can't pay you back either. I'm very sorry about that. I promise you, Hamlock won't be robbig people again though, if that's any consulation."
"Right Hamlock?"
"It is."
The couple stands there facing Tagg their arms hanging limply by their sides.
"Ok I got what I need."
"Good. For a moment there I thought you got lost." Minto winks.
. . . . .
"Shall we get going?"
"Yes we should."
The two retrace their footsteps back to the inn.
*taking Kywyn's hand to keep her calm, she moves to the door and knocks on it*
"NaShae, Kywyn..."
Greetings Gamis. We've come to see if you've heard anything else about the second group. Have they gotten back yet?
Since Aria is with that group, I assumed we were waiting for them to get back for Alissa's raising.
"As of yet, no... Some good news, though: Volos is still working out the details, but we brought back enough for the diamonds. But it does seem fair to wait for them, you're right."
That's good to know.
*tilts her head*
I'm curious, do you happen to know if we found anything of interest,other than the bag, or were all the items ordinary?
Does the guild normally divide shares on an adventure like this?
And in this way? Selling anything that isn't coin, or keeping it for itself?
*shakes her head*
I didn't come here to fight. I'm tired and still have too much to do, but I can only wait until others get back.
*sighs softly*
I hope you'll accept my apology. I didn't realize that the shares would be done out of the group members' hands.
I have no interest in the bag. But scrolls and potions are always useful.
*shrugs*
I wasn't able to get in to see Mirielle at the Tower, is she well? Not working so much that she forgets to eat and sleep, is she?
Gamis's eyes flick upward to the sky. "I need to get going, NaShae. There's a class waiting for me at the Jackal headquarters."
Thank you for speaking to us. Will you have someone let us know if you hear of the other group's return? You're likely to hear before we are.
*turns to leave*
"Don't work too hard, Gamis... Might start hearing things," he adds softly.
*tries to keep her face straight when she hears Kywyn's comment*
*takes his hand, letting him feel her amusement*
*leans into him, planting a kiss on his cheek*
*walking thoward the market, she turns serious again*
Should we see if Marroc has learned anything about who's after Dak?
"I'm not sure what else we can do at the moment."
He leaves out the suggestion of trying to speak again to the Inner Circle for the present, his mind still straining to wrap around the concept of what happened to him back in the compound. While part of him worked to unravel more of the mystery, the rest of him goes on to try functioning normally. He knows they still had many things hanging in front of them.
Neither do I. This was the best I could think of.
*shrugs*
It should be done. And I would rather do it now than to wait.
*walks with him toward the slums*
[to Nobody's]
Greetings,
The income from your foray into the desert has been calculated, and I would invite you to stop by the Guildhouse to collect your share.
Best Regards, Volos
*walking through the streets, she stays as close to Kywyn as she can, without knocking them both down*
*they make their way to the apartment, finding the note when they get there*
*frowns*
We should take care of this.
*looks to Kywyn, then motions to the food*
I'll set this inside the house.
*opens the door and puts the food onto the table*
*walks back out, stopping to stare at Kywyn for a moment, then grabs him into a hug, kissing him with a terrified, desperation*
*rests her forehead on his, her eyes filling with tears as she stares into his*
*peppers him with tiny kisses, whispering*
I'm not sure I can do this. I know I don't want to.
*a hint of pleading works its way into her voice*
Do you think it's necessary that I do this? Would you??
Leaning his forehead against hers, he switches to their mental link so he doesn't have to say the words.
"But if you think there is only a certain window of opportunity, I don't want you to regret not acting when we could ahve done more."
"I hope there is another way... But I can't say I wouldn't do it if I thought it was right."
[i]I know. And I really don't want to do this. But what happens when Richard and Praen are gone and there's still someone after Dak? Should we wait to see if there's still someone after them or try to get them all at once?
We'll see if there's another way. But if we can't find one...[/i]
*shakes her head slightly*
[/FONT]
Lowering his arm to wrap around her waist, Kywyn asks gently.
"Do we head to the guild and sort out these other matters?"
We should. Just to get this settled.
*rests her head on his shoulder*
Then I'd just like to spend the rest of the night inside. We can talk to the others about this in the morning.
*turns to make sure the door is locked, then wraps her arm around him while they walk out*
[to SSAG]
steps out into the cool night air, looking around at nothing in perticular and thinking happy thoughts
.oO (I'll have to send a letter home to pop, he'll be wantin to know how I am, probably go nuts when he here's I got a job only a couple days here and its not stealin stuff. I wonder if this town has a post service like they did back when I was littl...)
his thoughts darken and his pace quickens
.oO (Come on Boirin, don't depress yourself again on this happy night, you fall in a rut whenever you start thinking about Then.)
now the memory is coming back, but its weak and he is able to fight it off this time
*walks through the streets to their apartment, staying close to Kywyn*
*keeps her arms wrapped tightly around him as they walk*
Mumbling "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
steps out to the side to let them pass
*heads on to the apartment when she finds her money in its place and unlocks the door*
*enters the apartment, and locks the door behind them*
*bypassing the other room, she leads him to their room, wanting to spend some time alone together*
[exit to nobodys]
Nearly running, Mirielle stops only to buy raw meat scraps at a butcher shop.
From there she hurries to her home, fumbling open the door with shaking hands. In the kitchen, she fills a bowl with meat for Ixchal, and a bowl of fresh water for her as well.
She stokes the fire, puts water to heat, then puts away her gear. Forcing herself to breathe deeply and calmly, she washes, rests, and only then focuses her attention on the dragon scales.
.oO(Dragon scales... I have dragon scales!)
Nearly laughing, yet nearly crying, she studies the precious items, losing herself yet again in her studies.
*suddenly her voice sounds, quietly*
I'm not sure if I told you this when I got back. There didn't seem to be much time to talk about things like this. My father gave his blessing to us. Well, as much as he was willing to.
He thinks your life will be short enough to wait for me to become a...a...
*she searches for a word, in common, to mean what she's trying to say*
A bawd for the family.
*the disgust is apparent in her voice*
*shakes her head to push the thought away*
I plan to keep you with me for longer than that. But for now, my father is fine with us. But there's nothing he can do about it now, if I could find a way to keep you here. He gave his word to let you live your life with me, no matter how long it is.
Kywyn folds his arm over NaShae to feel her warmth. They rest quietly, exchanging what thoughts they need to for a time.
He gathers his shirt and cloak and stays near NaShae until they are ready to go to the cemetery.
"If the plan is to infiltrate, we should have back up plans to get you out... figure out ways you can protect yourself," Kywyn thinks aloud.
"After running your idea by the others, maybe we can check again for Mirielle..."
*nods*
That's all I ask from them. Some way to drag me out if there's a problem and some measure of help, not a lot though. Just enough to let me get by on my own.
*sits to eat the food given to them last night, then gets ready to leave the apartment*
[to Avowed]
As he strolls down the street, he looks for anyone who might be able to tell him more about the city than Marroc's useless grunts could.
[to Nobodys]
The Halfling Army doesn't notice.
"Wot da ya think yer doin' Thar ain't no apples in there!"
"'ow do you know?"
"Because Oi'm smorter then ya. Apples don't grow under rocks!"
"The 'ell ya say!"
"Shut yer face!"
"Meow."
"Ya shut yer face."
"Please can't we just go get the apples without getting in a fight?"
"No."
"No."
"Wot 'koinda stupidness is that. Were 'eroes. We gotta foight!"
"Well Oim a hero. Oi don't know wot you are."
"Oi'm the guy 'ose gunna bash in yer 'ead."
"Sure ya are. Ya foight loike a girl."
"Hey! "
""Oi didn't say ya fought loike a girl. Oi said Dirkko did."
"But I am a girl."
"Yeah, well ya cin kick Dirkkos butt anytoime."
"An Davvos!"
""And Micks!"
"The 'ell you say! No girls gunna beat me up!"
"Naw, it aint enough of a challenge fer them. Babies on the other hand."
"Take that back!"
"Stop touching me!"
"Are we there yet!"
"Oi'll give ya soimethin ta croi about!"
"'ey! Ow!"
"Whats a matter?"
"Yer the matter!"
"Oh yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"Loike Oi care."
"Yall care when I put moi foot in yer.."
The horde moves through the streets heading towards the slums.
Originally posted by TaggIIV
... As Tagg steps outside he sheathes the short sword back in the empty holster. He walks around the house and sees Minto standing by the window.
"Ok I got what I need."
"Good. For a moment there I thought you got lost." Minto winks.
. . . . .
"Shall we get going?"
"Yes we should."
The two retrace their footsteps back to the inn.
Minto stops outside the door.
"I've got to get back to the Temple and Hermy."
"When you are ready to go after the other guy I'm willing to help if I'm available."
"Marroc shouldn't have to much trouble finding me. I'm not exactly a low profile type of guy."
Minto waves and hurries away.
"Where is the Hightower boy."
He whispers harshly. The boy whimpers and points. Ulerian smiles and drops a silver piece from his palm. He slowly walks away leaving the boy quite shaken. Soon one of the boy's friends takes advantage and scoops up the piece causing a heated brawl.
*hurries through the streets, trying to get to where she's going in as little time as possible*
*once she gets to the door, she knocks, hoping that the teacher isn't too busy to see her*
She shuts the door and sets two tea mugs on the table.
Greetings, I'm sorry to bother you. But I need some advice.
*takes a quick breath*
I need to know where to get items to disguise myself. I know where to get dye for my hair, but are there things that I can use to change my skin or eye coloring?
"Eyes aren't easy. Skin though, yes, we could darken your skin. There are various things, walnuts and such."
Good. I was hoping that could be done.
*frowns*
I didn't think changing my eyes would be easy, but is there a way to do it? I'm not looking for much. Just to lighten them.
Better to just train yourself to keep your eyelids slightly down, like you're bored."
She pours water in the mugs.
"Or, go for the 'shifty-eyed' look. Don't let people lock eyes with you."
It probably would be best then.
*frowns, waiting for the tea to finish*
But do you think that would give me away? Or if I change other things, that I would be fine just leaving my eyes for themselves?
*sighs*
I'll need to know where to get the things. And how to get them to work correctly. Please.
"A lot of being recognized has to do with being... predictable. With being where and how others expect you to be.
Um, for example, my customers 'expect' me to be in the shop, or maybe the Market, and they 'expect' me to wear that blue and white striped skirt."
She sips her tea experimentally, grimacing at the heat.
"Now, if I go out dressed in black leather, at night, with a swagger in my walk... that's most of my disguise, right there.
How well are you known by the people you need to fool?"
I've changed a lot of things recently, so I'm not sure. What works, is that most of them don't care about me. But the ones I need to find are the ones that do.
*shakes her head*
I'm not sure if the ones still left from an incident were the ones that knew the information about me in the first place.
She tests her tea again, and drinks some.
"What do you want to 'be,' for this disguise?"
Like a name? Or a personality?
*tilts her head and takes a small sip of her tea*
I know I need to be cold. More detached. More ruthless. I'm not sure what else to be.
[ooc: sorry about that. the computer got stolen from me]
I'm still working on all that. I'd also prefer not to tell anyone those things either. Not that I think you would harm me, but it would be safer for me, wouldn't it?
"Our master can always find you. As long as you are considering those details, you should be alright."
I am. But changing the looks is something I will also have to worry about. And what I need help with.
*sips her tea*
Thank you for the time you're taking to help me.
He'll take you in the back room and show you hair dyes, skin dyes, wigs, that sort of thing."
Thank you. I appreciate all your help in this.
*stands and gets ready to leave*
Teacher shows NaShae out, with a brief smile of encouragement.
*she stops and decides that she should get the supplies, then go to Kywyn*
*hurrying through the streets, she reaches the shop her teacher told her about*
*she walks through the shop, looking for the white tapers her teacher told her to get, then takes the two to the front*
*smiling at the man, she sets them down, and whispers*
I would like to see the ointments in the black cupboard, please.
*she waits to make sure the man heard her, then follows him into the back of the shop*
*nervous now, she looks at the items she's being shown and chooses some of the hair dye and skin coloring*
*paying the man, she stows the items in her pack and quickly leaves the shop, heading to the inn*
[To LLI]
*Shae and Kywyn walk through the market, to the street that Miri and Gamis live on*
*walks to the house and knocks on the door*
A couple of minutes later the door opens, and a somewhat distracted-looking Mirielle blinks in the sunlight at NaShae and Kywyn.
Oh, NaShae. Kywyn. Did I... no... Oh. You probably want to know how it's coming along...
Come in, come in...
Mirielle steps back and gestures into the living room.
He walks in after NaShae to the directed room.
"How is it going?"
I got the dragon scale... oh, you didn't know, I needed a dragon scale. But I got it.
Mirielle paces distractedly through the room.
I do hope your mother doesn't make a habit of this; I think I have just about everything...
That nice Lt. Gerug brought the mummy part, and then yours came...
She runs her hand across her hair, smoothing back a stray strand, then glances worriedly at NaShae and Kywyn.
Um, you wouldn't happen to know where I might find a manticore?
He stands in the living room, glancing around the interior to notice the layout and alignment.
Otherwise... I have about all I need. Other than someone who can make potions, and that can be arranged easily enough.
With a somewhat uncomfortable look, she adds, Though, whoever I get to help me make the potion will want to be paid.
That is being taken care of. I hope.
*nods again, her eyebrow raised*
Yes, I thought as much. We'll see what we can do about that. But I have no idea how much it will cost. And unfortunately, our trip was not quite a profitable as I'd hoped.
*shrugs*
But I'm sure my parents will cover some of the total. Possibly all of it. But I can't be sure on that.
Originally posted by NaShae
*nods to Miri*
That is being taken care of. I hope.
It is? But... how did you know...?
Mirielle stares at NaShae in stunned amazement.
*nods again, her eyebrow raised*
Yes, I thought as much. We'll see what we can do about that. But I have no idea how much it will cost. And unfortunately, our trip was not quite a profitable as I'd hoped.
*shrugs*
But I'm sure my parents will cover some of the total. Possibly all of it. But I can't be sure on that.
Mirielle harrumphs, crossing her arms.
Really, it would be beyond ridiculous for you to have to bear these costs. It's certainly enough that you've risked your lives-- .oO(And Gamis' life...) --for your mother, already.
I thought I told you that I was having someone else looking at the notes as well.
*shrugs*
Anaya is supposed to be out looking for it. I'm really not sure she can get it and come back, but there's always hope.
*shakes her head, chuckling*
Ridiculous as it may be, it could happen.
Originally posted by NaShae
*smiles*
I thought I told you that I was having someone else looking at the notes as well.
*shrugs*
Anaya is supposed to be out looking for it. I'm really not sure she can get it and come back, but there's always hope.
*shakes her head, chuckling*
Ridiculous as it may be, it could happen.
Oh... right. Right, you did...
She frowns, thinking.
Anaya? That sort of... fluttery elf, the one with the eye for the boys? How would she capture a manticore?!
Ixchal circles the room, then creeps up behind Kywyn, sniffing.
"I imagine she wouldn't go alone."
I hope she would take someone. But I don't have much faith in her coming back. She's not really...
*shakes her head, deciding not to finish that thought*
[swm]Miri, he bring me food![/swm]
Mirielle looks with concern at NaShae and Kywyn.
Why would someone... unreliable... be sent on such an important task?
She glances over at Ixchal.
[swf]What? What do you mean?[/swf]
[swm]Frog! I smell frog![/swm]
Kywyn turns to either side, eventually seeing Mirielle's weasel.
"Guo," Hex chirps, alerting Kywyn.
"Oh," Kywyn begins to piece together, "I have acquired a new partner, Mirielle. A familiar in the shape of a frog. Is that what your friend is sniffing?"
"Why does everyone want to eat me?" Hex asks in Kywyn's head.
The other person I have checking the notes asked her to do this. I disagreed, but she was already planning and I didn't see her to tell her not to.
*shrugs*
If she did bring someone with, at least they will be able to handle the task, hopefully. Most of the people who will leave the city have more sense than she does.
Originally posted by Marroc
Minto stops outside the door.
"I've got to get back to the Temple and Hermy."
"When you are ready to go after the other guy I'm willing to help if I'm available."
"Marroc shouldn't have to much trouble finding me. I'm not exactly a low profile type of guy."
Minto waves and hurries away.
Tagg watches as the strange halfling rushes off, and waits for a few moments as Minto disappears around a corner. He begins walking slowly in the opposite direction, trying to remember the route to the blue pumpkin inn from the last time he was there. Taking the path slowly, Tagg eventually sees an outline of a round blue sign, confirming he was probably going in the right direction.
[to blue pumpkin inn]
Yes, she smelled a frog.
[swf]Not food, the frog is his special friend, his familiar. You mustn't eat it or hurt it.[/swf]
Perhaps you could let her see it?
Mirielle winces at the bitterness in NaShae's voice.
Oh, NaShae... I'm sorry you're so unhappy with her...
Thank you. Though it was bound to happen to someone. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten anyone killed yet.
*shakes her head*
But that's another matter.
*she watches the interaction with Hex, feeling a bit worried for him*
A bundle of fur comes leaping down the stairs, chittering wildly. Ixchal pounces on Gamis, running in circles around him, and evidently telling him in great detail what has occurred in his absence.
Mirielle comes down the stairs only a short time after her familiar, face alight with happiness.
Gamis! Darling! Oh, I've missed you!
She flings herself into his arms.
Having set his gear down (carefully, lest he crush a weasel), Gamis catches his beloved up in a hug and holds her close. "I've missed you, too... Feels like months..." He pulls away far enough to kiss her, then looks into her face and eyes, smiling.
Eyes shining, she looks into his eyes for a long moment, then gets the puzzled expression he has learned to associate with her over-involvement in studying.
Ah... how long have you been gone?
"Two weeks..." he says, smile saddening a little as he traces a dark circle under her eye with a fingertip. "You haven't been working too hard, have you?"
Well, you know I tend to bury myself in my work...
Her eyelids flutter at his touch, and she adds, I got away for a day, though. I went with Natala, Ran, and Sir Quincarnon to hunt a dragon.
His face registers flat-footed surprise. "A what? You... You went after the dragon while we were away?"
Yes, the temple of the Mother requested a Hightower mage to assist, and when I learned it was of the red variety I insisted on being the one. I needed a scale from it...
She blushes deeply.
Didn't I tell you about the scale? ...we got it, anyway. And rescued the priest. And Ashina's harp.
"I remember it, yes; I... discussed it a little with NaShae during the trip... Ashina's harp? Why was..."
The dragon killed Ashina... he was... She grimaces. He was keeping her body as a... trophy? Memento? I don't know, I think he heard her sing, perhaps. He was making the priest keep the corpse from rotting...
Gamis's brows pull together and he purses his lips. He thinks of asking why aloud, but knows Miri doesn't know, so he shakes his head. "Morbid... But you brought her home?"
Yes, Sir Quincarnon carried her, so she could be laid to rest. She gestures to the shelf on the wall.
And I brought her harp... I want to take it to her parents, and let them know of her fate.
The paladin looks where she points at the harp. "So she and Lan both are gone now..." He shakes his head slightly, then looks at Miri again. "Quincarnon... The tournament champion? He went with?"
She nods sadly. She and Lan both... Miri sighs and leans into Gamis' arms. Sir Quincarnon had been a captive of the dragon, but he escaped, so he was able to guide us to its lair.
"Not that I got to know him or anything, but that's a move I wouldn't have expected from him... I wasn't even sure if he'd survived." Gamis guides them gently to the couch, where he sits with Miri, holding her close while one hand pets the excitedly-squirming Ixchal. "But I'm grateful he went; I'm sure it would've gone badly otherwise..."
Mirielle buries her face in Gamis' chest, and shivers, remembering the wall of flame.
You'd have been amazed at the way Ran knocked that overgrown lizard silly. And Natala and I were not ineffective. She adds pertly.
Gamis gives her a squeeze as he feels the shiver, chewing his lip. "I know, love... I'd want you by my side for almost any peril..." .oO(I know I can trust you to keep your head cooler than NaShae...)
She gazes up at him, solemnly. I wished for your help and advice more than once that day.
"I wish I could've been there... And I'd have been glad to have you in the desert, too." He smiles slightly. "But I'm proud you got through it successfully."
Tell me about your trip? Smiling happily, though blushing, she snuggles with the paladin.
He shifts more comfortably with her and shows her the back of his forearm. "There's a lot of sunshine in the desert, I can tell you that for sure..." He continues to elaborate, brushing over the villages they stopped by on the way through and tells her about the Mooneys' compound, Arielle and how they handled her, the treacherous climb up to the tomb, and his firsthand experience with its riches and the effectiveness of its traps. Then he tells her about the storm in brief, and the tussle they got into with Janis's band when they found their water cache dug up. "So before year's end, I need to gather up a group, find Janis, and go take care of these eye creatures she's sworn her oath against..." he shakes his head. He tells her about his falling out with NaShae, and arrives at the return to the city.
Mirielle listens attentively, asking for more details now and then, especially about the sphinx.
Those vases sound beautiful... a pair of them by the fireplace would have been lovely.
She grins wryly at herself, then turns thoughtful again. Eye creatures... I wonder what there is to be known about them. Hmph. This time I'll be sure to accompany you!
Curled up in Gamis' lap, Ixchal lets out a little snort in her sleep, then tucks one paw over her nose.
"It'll likely be winter before we can go back there, so hopefully it won't be as hot, and you won't get a sunburn... And a visit to Arielle as we pass through wouldn't be out of place as far as I'm concerned." His tale told, Gamis lapses into silence for a moment, staring into Miri's eyes. Then he leans in to kiss her, still careful not to disturb Ixchal too badly. "I've missed you..."
Mirielle returns the kiss, eyelids drifting down. I've missed you too... she murmurs. After a moment, not breaking the embrace, she scoops the weasel from Gamis' lap and sets it on the floor.
Ixchal fluffs huffily, but looking up at the humans, she sighs resignedly and scampers away.
Holding Miri close, Gamis kisses her again. "Didn't you mention something about a bath before I left?" he murmurs.
"Before we get too far... I think I could use it."
Hnh? Miri looks up in confusion, then laughs. Oh, well, if you insist-- um, yes. Actually, yes, you could...
She giggles as she extricates herself, going into the kitchen to set up the bathtub.
Gamis smiles, watching her go. He stands from the couch and totes his gear upstairs to the bedroom, taking a moment to take in the familiar space again. Then he changes out of travelstained clothes and, barechested, goes downstairs again and into the kitchen.
Mirielle hums happily, preparing the bath, filling it with steaming water and setting soap and towels on a small table next to it. As Gamis bathes, she prepares a light meal for the two of them. I'll need to go to the market tomorrow.
"I'll go with you..." Gamis says as he washes away road dust. "I should try to see Lord Malifaeyr sometime, tomorrow, too... There are arrangements to make."
Taking a washrag, Mirielle scrubs Gamis back. You probably told me why you'll be talking to him, didn't you?
"I think so... I know I stated it at the Guild meeting before I left, but you were working during that one... He needs people to stand in for the Jackals until his force is rebuilt. I intend to help train the new recruits, too..." He turns his head and smiles at her over his shoulder. "That smells wonderful..."
Miri leans over and kisses the tip of his nose. I hope Lord Malifaeyr intends to pay you for your work?
"He does." Gamis kisses her cheek in return, then gets out of the tub and dries off. "It's not a bad offer, and chances for further cooperation with him are always good to have." Newly-clean, and warm from the tub, Gamis wraps a towel around himself and wraps his arms around Miri's waist, smiling at her.
Mirielle hugs him tightly. You're right; it can only be good for the guild to have a good reputation with Lord Malifaeyr.
Silent for a moment as he stares at her, Gamis kisses her lightly. "I'm ready to eat... How about you?"
Blushing, Miri steps back and pulls a chair out for Gamis, one hand remaining clasped in his. She sits in the other chair, and with her free hand dips a chunk of bread in warm sauce and wordlessly offers it to him.
Gamis leans forward and takes a large, appreciative bite out of it, brushing his lips against her knuckles as he leans back again to chew. He gives her a smile, then sets to the meal, his hand still laced with Miri's.
Smiling happily, Miri eats with him, chatting about his trip, the dragon, and the eventual cure for NaShae's mother.
His plate cleaned, Gamis loses himself in the play of the light in her eyes for a minute, thinking of how good it is to be back. A subtle smile crossing his face, and still silent, he flicks his eyes towards the stairs, then looks to her again.
Smiling into his eyes, her own widen slightly at the cue he sends. She blushes, but smiles and sets aside the empty plates she had begun to stack. Miri stands and offers him her hands.
The paladin takes them, stepping in close to kiss her tenderly. Then, taking his time and drinking in the sight of her, he walks slowly backwards towards the stairs with her.
Miri follows her beloved's lead, stepping closer to put an arm around him when they reach the stairs, so they can ascend side-by-side.
fade...
Kywyn stays seated next to NaShae, listening.
Well, they should be alright together now.
You'll let me know as soon as that manticore is available? And, I'll need it restrained while I collect the blood.
As soon as we find something out, we'll let you know.
*stands and smiles slightly*
Thank you for your time, Miri. We'll leave you to your studies.
NaShae... I want you to know that I'm terribly sorry about the falling out between you and Gamis. You're under such a strain, what with your mother's illness...
Perhaps the two of you will be able to talk things over after she's been healed?
I wish it had turned out differently as well. But I'm not sure what there is to talk about. Except that I would appreciate not beig berated for a difference of opinion.
*shrugs and shakes her head*
It doesn't matter, but thank you.
Take care of yourself, get some rest. This will all be over very soon.
She smiles encouragingly at NaShae, then Kywyn, and bids them farewell.
I hope so.
*leaves the house with Kywyn*
"Where to next?" he asks, "Do you want to try some of the items you bought to see how they work?"
Probably best not to. I don't know how well it will wash off if I bathe and walking around in my disguise wouldn't be helpful.
*sighs*
I still have to decide on a name and try the clothes, to make sure they fit.
*starts walking toward their apartment*
"You need a whole backstory as well to go with the name?" Kywyn asks.
He drops his pack near the chair by the desk. Hex hops onto the desk surface. Pulling out this waterskin, Kywyn takes a sip and frees a few large drops for the black frog to keep cool.
"Are the clothes you need here or in the other room?" Kywyn says as he reaches for NaShae's hand.
She might sense that the gears of his brain are starting to turn and scheme for her, pulling him away from the pit of worry that remains.
I do. And they are here. I didn't leave much there when we moved here.
*she leads him into their room to get the clothes, relieved that he's here to help her*
He sits on the bed and pulls NaShae to sit next to him.
I don't think that it would hurt. As long as I look different enough.
*sits close to Kywyn, laughing softly*
Were you going to suggest I see if I can quickly make some scars on my face to make me look more plain or nto so pretty??
*tilts her head*
That could work though. Using the spell to make me look more plain.
*shakes her head*
I don't think that would work.
"Is this spell a new power you discovered? Can it only do minor alterations?"
It can. But I'm not sure I can do it well enough to pull off an illusion like that.
*nods again, gazing at him*
It's new. I haven't seen how much it can change, but I only want it to make the coloring more believable. It doesn't last long. But I think I can change quite a bit, but it's only a sight change.
He holds up one of the outfits.
"Was there one you wanted to try on first?" he gazes at her warmly.
*shrugs*
That one is fine.
*not really looking at the outfit, just at him*
*she takes the top from Anaya's outfit and her old leather pants and stands so she can change into them*
*once she's done she looks to Kywyn to see his reaction, before going to the mirror*
"Different, but it looks good on you."
*walks over and climbs into his lap, hugging him*
*stares at his face, her eyes brighter than they've been in a while*
If it can bring that smile to your face, I want to wear it every day.
*brushes her lips across his, resting her forehead to his*
*quietly*
I know you're not unhappy, but just seeing that sometimes, you actually smile, knowing that you don't do that with anyone else...
*gazes adoringly at him*
He wraps his arms around her, content to just sit with her, knowing that these moments can't last.
*tries not to think of all that she has to do to get ready in the next couple days or that she has to leave at the end of that time*
Kywyn completes some simple exercise coordinating breath and power release of his lithe frame. His arms flow like wisps of smoke originating from his center. His legs, neither fully extended nor completely bent, support the shifts in weight and alignment as Kywyn moves through his form. Slow, slow, quick, slow... The movements have a silent rhythym he tries to maintain.
The movement draws him away from his thoughts for the duration. Whatever he had become, whatever was awakened inside through all the ordeals and trials and despairs sleeps in blank harmony for a second.
With a drawn out exhale from the bottom of his chest, Kywyn finishes by dropping to a cross-legged, seated stance with knees on top of each other.
He rises and checks on how NaShae is doing.
"If you wanted, we could see if the others have any updates on Anaya's progress..."
"Besides that, I guess we can just keep planning for when Marroc has some leads."
"Good timing," he comments calmly to NaShae.
It is.
*drying her hands, she moves to him*
We should go tell Miri now. And possibly get some others to help us with it.
He grabs his things and is ready to go.
*gathers her things and reaches for Kywyn's hand*
*smiles softly at him, then they leave the apartment for Mirielle's*
"What are we to do with the creature after the blood needed is drawn?" he asks NaShae wordlessly.
[i]I don't know. Let it go? We can't be sure it won't try to kill us.[/i]
*brow furrows as she thinks and waits for Miri to answer*[/FONT]
Shortly thereafter, Miri answers the door.
Oh, NaShae, Kywyn... Good afternoon, come in...
Inviting them in, she waits to hear what brings them back so soon.
.oO(Oh, I hope I won't have to travel too far...)
Mirielle glances around the room, worriedly.
Kywyn relates the location of the grove near the city as Verinal described.
"Do you think we'll need more people to help? We still need to decide what to do with the creature afterwards. Letting it go seems an option, but it probably wouldn't be good to do so too close to the city."
The elf comes to a stop with his eyes casted down the street. The slight breeze ruffles his cloak as he awaits Lucian to join him.
oO.(Alright... lets see how this works..)
Lucian starts towards the Last Lich smiling aimably.
(elven)"What do you have in mind?"
Mirielle gets the necessary equipment, putting it in a satchel while she discusses the matter with Kywyn and NaShae.
*gets herself ready, a bit nervous about going out to the creature*
[Elven] The reminder must be something that will put fear into his heart, as well as the other shopkeepers.
[Elven]His wife will prove as a worthy reminder...
She sighs as she locks the house door behind her.
I wish Gamis weren't at the Jackals' again today...
oO. (Alright Lucian.. keep calm. You need to help him out here...)
(elven)"His wife would preove a decent reminder. However, there are certain things to think about.
Killing her is a bad idea. If she goes missing, people will ask questions: becoming suspicious and avoiding the bakery. Less people create less profit and less profit is a bad thing.
Visible scarring will also raise questions as well. With familly and friends instead of the gerneral public. There is a sollution though.
Wounds along the torso. They can be atributed to back pains or aches and sores. If she goes to a healer they will appear to have been caused by an 'over protective' spouse. They will not appear suspicious and she will likely be unwilling to seek help. People tend to be sensitive in those areas.
The main goal is fear. I'm sure you need no tutoring in those arts, though these guidelines should be a good start."
oO. (Oh mother, what has your son become?)
.oO(I hope Volos knows someone appropriate. Also someone who knows elven would be good as well.)
Taking a different route than usual and soon he hears familar voices talking.
.oO(That sounds like Miri and NaShae)
He walks quickly to where he heard them hoping they are not walking away from where he had heard them. Rounding a corner he spies his friends.
Hello Miri and NaShae, how are you this day?
Kywyn he nods his head to the young man
Goodday to you, Darkar.
.oO(Wouldn't be polite to greet him in elven, with Kywyn here...)
Did your search of the desert find what you were searching for?
To Miri
How are your studies coming along?
.oO(Is it my imagination, or is he becoming more comfortable around humans?)
Fine, thank you. I'm very near finishing the cure for Lady Ch'radryn, and then I'll be able to return to my own projects, and hopefully take on some more projects for the Iron Wolf.
To Miri
Projects? Do you mean to tell me that you also make weapons as well?
.oO(Is there no end to her talents?)
Greetings, Darkar. We did, thank you. We're going to get another ingredient for my mother's cure right now. Would you like to come with? It may help to have another there.
Her face darkens at the painful memories that brings.
In any case, yes, I can place permanent magical enhancements on weapons and armor.
I hope to make particularly special sword for Gamis one day.
Miri smiles and blushes.
That is a useful talent that you have, and I am sure that Gamis would appreciate the gift as well.
To NaShae
What kind of indgrident? I am not prepared for a long or difficult journey at the moment.
Looks and see that the others do not have heavy packs either.
Well it must be close enough since you are not carrying bedrolls and supplies.
It's not far at all. Just outside the city. The ingredient is manticore blood, but the creature has been caught and is caged outside the city.
He gives NaShae a nod
Would you like to distract it while I draw the blood?
He winks at the young woman
There's also the matter of what to do with the beast once we get the blood. We could release it, if we can do it safely and not too near the city.
A rope and a chair should suffice...
*enters the inn*
Last Lich Inn
"That would work, but it may cause trouble if it decided to head into the city," Kywyn says.
He looks to Mirielle, "Would you know much about this type of animal? Is it capable of higher thoughts?"
Yes, there was a report of one speaking in an understandable manner, and they're described as rather cunning, but vicious.
She frowns worriedly.
But we left the dragon alive... shouldn't we do as much for the manticore?
I can put it to sleep when we're ready to go, at least I think I can. But if it's close to the city, someone may have to kill it anyway. Of course, that's only if it's attacking people in the city.
To the Last Lich Inn.
I believe manticores live in swamps. Or marshes.
What's the difference between a swamp and a marsh, anyway? Um, well, anyway, I don't know where one is around here.
He thinks about the different tricks he has seen spellcasters do in the past.
He turns to the wizard again, "Mirielle, would you be possibly know a spell to transport it away... or summon something that could carry it away by itself?"
That could work. I could put it to sleep, but there's no way to be sure if it won't come toward the city when it wakes.
Kai exits the inn and awaits for Lucian. Once Lucian reaches him, he makes his way towards the baker's shop. Kai stops in between an alley across the street from the shop.
*without turning to face Lucian*
That's it...
Lucian nods and rests his walking stick on his shoulder. Examining the building with a practiced eye. Looking for delivery entrances or other places aside from the main venue.
Originally posted by Darkar Shadowood
Well if it has plenty of food where we take it I do not see a reason for it to return to the city. Most animals only wander when food is sparce and they are hungry.
Mirielle looks questioningly at Darkar.
Are you suggesting we escort it all the way back to its swamp?
NaShae, would we be able to get Anaya to take it back?
I think it's likely that either Kywyn or I could get her to do that. But, honestly, I'm surprised that she got it here in the first place.
*shrugs*
We could try.
I hate to do this, but... I'm sorry. I just don't have the time to spare to worry about the beast.
Once I've collected the blood, I'm going to have to go straight home and take the other components to the Hightower.
You aren't the only one.
*nods to Miri*
We'll see what can be done.
Originally posted by Mirielle
Mirielle looks questioningly at Darkar.
Are you suggesting we escort it all the way back to its swamp?
NaShae, would we be able to get Anaya to take it back?
No not at all just where ever we release it needs to have a good source of food.
"If it isn't too much trouble, maybe it would be easier if you summoned something that could chase it far enough away... or something that it would chase," Kywyn proposes to Mirielle.
"Maybe far enough so that it won't want to bother coming toward the city."
Shall we go find our ... donor?
Mirielle smiles and gestures vaguely towards the gate.
Moves to follow the others not sure where they are going.
NaShae and Kywyn walk back through the edge of the slums and on into the residential area past the market square. Kywyn stops briefly to pick up some wrapped bread and roasted meat for them to eat before they make their way back home.
Entering the apartment, he closes the door slowly so they can talk about their plans.
[swf]What did you think of the monster in the cage, Ixchal?[/swf]
Ixchal fluffs up all over and chitters warningly.
[swm]Not so big as big-big lizard-dragon-breathe-fire, but too big![/swm]
Mirielle grins and goes about putting away her things, taking especial care of the container of manticore blood. A rapping at the kitchen door reminds her of the time, and she hurries to answer, accepting delivery of a basket of meat pies and bread.
Thank you! Mmm, these smell delicious, as always.
She pays the delivery girl, and puts the basket on the counter under a heavy towel to keep them warm, then quickly slices vegetables into a pot of water, adding some seasonings haphazardly. With the pot over the fire, and the fire stoked, she goes upstairs to her workroom.
*when she's done, sits with Kywyn and unwraps the food from the market*
*looks to him, her head racing*
We have two ways to do this. We could rent the horses and spend the money ourselves, or we could go to the elven ambassador and get an escort to my father's.
*sighs*
I'd rather do it myself, if we can. The ambassador....was one my father tried to marry me off to. And he's...he's....
*she struggles for a way to put what she was thinking*
Do you remember a while back when those men were chasing me in the warehouse district? He's a bit like them.
*frowns*
He was polite, but kept looking at me like...like he was looking forward to me sharing his bed and certain that it would be soon.
*her face shows her disgust with the man*
Knowing he can't hide his feelings from her, Kywyn moves his words onward.
"If you think it'd be better to go by ourselves, I'd like that."
"Is it an easy route? Or would it be dangerous to go it alone?"
It'd really be best to take a few people with us. It's not horribly dangerous, but we can't do without watches. It's too dangerous for that.
*Hermy nods.*"Yup, this is it, this is where NaShae an Kywyn lives."
*Minto and Hermy climb up the stairs to the sorcerors apartment.*
"You'd think with Kywyn being a wizard an stuff he'd live in a tower or something likes that."
"Well he's not really a very traditional wizard is he. I don't know if he can even grow a beard."
"An I don't think even NaShae coulds gets him to wear a pointy hat."
"Well, maybe she can use this money ta buy him one an find out."
*Minto knocks softly on the door.*
*Hermy follows it up with a loud pounding.*
Seeing the halflings, he opens the door the rest of the way.
*Hermy and Minto drop the bag of coins on the floor.*
"So many peoples chipped in that there was extra left over afterwards from what you gave."
"So heres a thousand gold monies back."
"That's 500 fer you an 500 fer NaShae."
"Though cause you guys live together an are married an stuff likes that we just keepded it together."
"Ifen you really wants it split up, I can have Minto stay an do that."
"Thank you, Hermy."
He turns toward Nashae, "Would you be up for a visit to the temple?"
*smiles when she looks around Kywyn to see Hermy*
Greetings, Hermy. Minto.
*hears about Alissa being brought back*
I'm glad to hear that. I'm very sorry that this happened in the first place. I did what I could to protect her there, but it obviously wasn't enough.
"And sometimes good things happen too, likes us getting enoughs to brings her back ta life."
"So it all balances out."
"It's kinda strange how the Mother does that ain't it? But then again, the Mother is kinda strange."
"All them gods is, I guess thats why they's gods."
*Hermy stops to scratch his head.*
"Anyways, if ya wants ta comes ta the bringing back ta life cerimony youse invited."
"I'm sure Alissa will wants ta thanks ya fer helping out."
"See how that's a balance too?"
"Ya helpded get her killeded but then ya help bring her back too. Strrange ain't it?"
Just let me get my things.
"Me an Minto had better go though."
"We still gots ta takes Gamis an Brodda their monies."
"And finds Aria an Natala so that they'll be sure ta be there."
"Hey! Ifen you has time coulds you finds Darkar an invites him?"
"I'll tell Volos ta invites Thesore, an Ark, an Tink, an Airmail, they all cin be reaches at the guild an we've gotta go there too, but the palace is kinda out of our way."
We'll see if we can find Darkar. We just saw him earlier this evening.
.o0(NaShaes been under a lot a stress lately. I better not mention nuthin about keeping the house cleaner. I'm sure once she gets her mom saved and that kinda stuff, she'll get right on cleaning out all the toads and stuff.)
"Ok, thanks."
"Well wese gots ta go. I'll thanks you after Alissa gets back. It'll be more sincere sounding ta thanks ya when Ise crying from happiness and stuff."
"Come on, Minto. Lets hurry an finish up."
*Hermy and Minto wave and then hurry down the stairs and head back towards the temple.*
He places a hand on NaShae's shoulder, "Where do you think Darkar would be?"
[i]I know he's with the Jackals. We can try there first. If he's not there, maybe they do know where he is.[/i]
*puts on her cloak and pack*
*looks to Kywyn*
[i]Are you ready, beloved?[/i][/FONT]
He walks with her out of the apartment, locking the door behind them.
They continue out into the darkened street and as he lets his eyes adjust to the lack of bright light, Kywyn takes Nashae's hand.
"Do you think this will work?... The raising I mean?"
"I hope it does, and she can be retrieved. I wonder how much of this is all in our heads. Like if everything we think affects everything else, like drops in an ocean, if all this just allows us to believe that Alissa is back and allows her to accept that she isn't really gone..."
He walks on, loosening his grip as if giving Nashae the option of opting out of his ramblings and metaphors.
I hope it works, as well.
*they walk toward the Jackal compound to find Darkar*
[to Jackals]
"Gamis! Is you home! Hey! Gamis! It's me! Hermy!"
"Is you home!"
Mirielle sticks her head out the upstairs window.
Hermy! What are you making such a racket over?
"Oh, hey there Mary Ale."
"Ise looking for Gamis."
"Ise gots some monies for him."
"And some good news."
"Wese bringing Alissa backs to life tonights."
*Hermy holds out the bag of gold.*
"An since he helped raise the monies he's invited."
"Me an Alissa is gunna d all our thanking there, cause afterwards wese gunna be finishing our honeymoon an stuff likes that."
*He blushes slightly.*
"You cin comes too of course. It's not just fer people who helped. It's fer everyone who wants to be at the happiest place on earth."
"Is Gamis here?"
Miri ducks back inside, and is soon opening the door and inviting Hermy inside.
I'm sorry, Valor was getting restive and so Gamis decided a long ride outside the walls was in order... Tonight, then? What time? We'll be there, of course, we wouldn't dream of missing such a happy occasion...
"At the Temple."
"Probably the same place they dids Natalas. But I aint sure about that. It coulds be in some other room, the temples a pretty big place. They might have more then one room fer this type of thing, but Miss Clarinet will be able to tell you which room it is in."
*Hermy drags the bag inside and leaves it in the middle of the room.*
"Ise still gots ta finds Aria to let her know."
"An try ta finds Natala an Durin too."
"Mainly Natala though. I don'ts has all night to go from tavern ta tavern. But I probably does has time to go to Natala's store ifen I don't spends to long visiting and stuff."
*Hermy points at the bag.*
"Theres 500 gold monies in there. Darkar an some of the guild guys went an gots some money from the pie castle, so parts of the money we gots from the mummy gots returned."
.oO(The pie castle?)
Well, certainly Natala will want to know. But Durin -- er, Daron --hasn't been seen in such a long time, and not knowing his residence... Well.
Mirielle shakes her head, a rueful expression on her face.
We'll be there. You can count on us.
Ixchal chitters emphatically from Miri's shoulder, and Miri grins.
Ixchal assures you she will attend as well.
"I guess he won't be as surprised to see her as everyone else is then."
*Hermy looks at Ixchal, and then smiles.*
"Your skinny rat just reminded me."
"I forgot to invite Major. Or to ask Volos where Aria is."
*Hermy blushes.*
"And to tell him what time tonight the cerimony is."
*Hermy starts rushing out the door.*
"Ok, well I'd better get going! I'll sees you an Gamis later tonight!"
*Hermy starts running towards the guild again.*
The gold she takes to the cellar, and stashes it.
I take it you have experince in things such as this.
*leans against a nearby building*
As the elf awaits for an answer, he begins to tighten the tattered scarf which loosely dangles from his face exposing parts of the metallic mask.
Brodda exits the boarding house and looks towards the setting sun and smiles, then turns and heads for the center of town to see all the people before she goes to Nobody's.
Minto comes running towards Brodda. Not running as fast as usual. The big bag slung over his shoulder seems to be slowing him slightly.
"Good news! They will be raising Hermy's wife tonight."
"And enough people contributed to the cost, that a portion of the money we donated from our adventure got refunded."
He looks to make sure no one is eavesdropping.
"500 gold each to be precise."
Minto holds the bag out in front of him.
"You could say that..."
“What? Oh! Herrmy’s wife! Good forr Herrmy! Um, and good forr his wife, too! Ah hoope.”
She looks at the bag that he’s carrying as he relates about the many contributions. Her eyes go wide.
“No kiddin’! Five…”
She hushes her voice.
“Five hundrred? Wheeeeew!”
She looks at the proferred bag, then takes it, almost hesitantly.
“Yeh surre it isn’t needed?”
She smiles at him.
“Thanks. Ah kin rreally use it. Ah was afrrraid Ah was gooin’ t’ hafta worrk orr soomethin’.” :D
She looks around, realizing her only weapons are her daggers and her dwarven temper.
.oO(If soomeone shoould get the idea of takin' this frrom meh beforre Ah get it back teh the house...)
"Minto sweetie, do yeh have enoough time teh escorrt meh back to the hoouse with this beforre the cerremony?"
"And to invite you to the cerimony."
"I think Hermy has a big thank you speech planned for everyone who pitched in."
Minto takes Broddas free hand and begins walking with her back towards Mrs. Weatherby's.
"That's an invitation Ah'll accept, thank yeh!"
The touch of his hand on hers makes her feel like singing... she settles for humming all the way back to the house.
[to Mrs. Weatherby's]
*she walks down the streets, Screech hovers not to far above her as he keeps watch*
.oO(First thing to do is go back to the grove to gather the cart and supplies to bring back into the city...I am still not quite sure what to do with the beast since we have what we wanted from it..)
*her step quickens a bit as she sweves her way troughpassers by to leave the city, passing throught the city gates with a nod and smile to the guards and heads to grove*
To Beyond The Walls
*Minto notices the glances, but doesn't mention them.*
"Don't worry Hermy, we are almost there."
"I'm pretty sure Volos has something ready to eat. You are up for pie right?"
*Hermy shrugs.*
*Minto looks at Brodda and frowns deeply.*
"Well it's there if you want it."
.oO(He seems concerrned that Herrmy dooesn't want pie, but why? Ah woouldn'a feel like havin'...)
As the thought runs through her head, a bell rings in the back of her mind. She pieces together all the small bits of conversations that she'd heard over the last few weeks in the desert about pie, and it clicks.
.oO(Oh.)
A small knot begins to form in her belly as she frowns too. Hoping that a conversation about pie might help, she asks...
"Um, what kinda pie do yeh suppose Volos might'a made, Minto?"
"Nobody makes an apple pie as good as Volos. Right Hermy?"
Hermy shrugs again. Minto frowns more.
"You should try it Brodda."
"Don't you think she will like it, Hermy?"
Hermy shrugs again and stares at his feet.
"Mmmm! Dooes he use lots o' cinnamon, do yeh s'pose? Oohhhh! Ah'd love teh have a slice o' that! With a big glass o' milk!"
She looks back to Hermy, hoping this is all having some effect on him.
*He looks down at his feet again*
*Minto looks at Brodda and then back at Hermy.*
"There is nothing wrong with goats milk, now is there Brodda?"
"It will be just fine."
*Hermy looks up again and shrugs.*
"Noo, noothin' wrrong with goat milk! It's what ah was rrraised on back hoome! Mmmm! Ah kin almoost taste it noow!"
She peers down at Hermy hopefully.
"What taste?"
*Hermy shrugs again and looks up at the night sky.*
"The taste of life without Alissa."
"And even though it'll be morning soon, it will still be darks."
"Goats milk aint gunna change that."
"Goats milk won't change anything."
.oO(At least he's talking noow.)
Unable to hold it in any longer, she begins to hum a melancholy tune -- no magics, no manipulations -- just music from her heart, and the knot in her belly begins to dissolve.
Hermy's grows bigger.
"What's wrong Hermy? I'm sure Brodda will stop humming if it bothers you."
"No, it aint bothering me. A song aint enough ta bother me."
"I'm sure she'll humm anything you'd like to hear."
"Turning down requests is bad business."
Minto smiles a bit. Hermy doesn't notice.
"That songs fine. They are all the same anyhow."
Minto stops and stares at Hermy.
She listens, unobtrusively, to their exchange.
"The Ballad of Hermy the Giant Killer is the same as an orcish battle chant? Is the Epic of Hermy the Giant Slayer comparable to some gnome ditty."
"That's crazy talk."
"What about 'The Little Brown Puppy'?"
"That was yours and Alissas song. Is it the same as all other songs?"
"No. Its sadder."
Hermy sighs.
"I just want to go home."
Minto takes his arm again and they start walking again.
"We'll be there soon."
"Brodda? Would you mind humming us a walking song? Hermy may not appreciate it at the moment, and I can understand that."
"But I would appreciate it."
"Of coourrse, Minto," she responds softly.
She looks briefly at Hermy, then looks ahead and begins to hum. The sound starts softly, almost as if just waking up from a deep sleep. It doesn't take long before the tune picks up, providing a nice little beat for the trio to walk to.
She smiles to Minto, though in her eyes can still be seen more than a trace of worry for Hermy.
*Minto stays mostly silent as well, though he can't resist whistling along to the song at a few points.*
*The three of them reach the SSAG, and Minto shows his pin to the guards. They open the door for him without a word.*
*when they get up to the apartment, Shae goes to wash her face, her demeanor slumped in sadness*
*taking his hand, she pulls it close to her, needing to hold onto him at the moment*
*sighing softly, she gently slips down and takes off his boots and gloves*
*standing, she takes his hand and pulls him with her as she climbs on the bed*
[i]Come rest with me, beloved. [/i][/FONT]
*she holds him tight until he falls alseep*
Just the same, it's a place where it might be a good idea to keep a hand on your belt purse.
The bakery itself -- a one-story building identifiable by the smell of fresh-baked bread wafting down the street -- sits near the middle of the block. Its sides are flush against the buildings to either side; getting around to the back would seem to require a circuitous route around several buildings via an alleyway, if they can find the entrance to an alley.
Not many customers are coming and going via the front door, at least not at this time of the afternoon.
"This'll make things more difficult. He may live in this building but let's see if there is a back entrance."
Lucian sets off down the street, his walking stick hitting out a steady rhythm.
oO.(Maybe if we could get onto the roofs then we could track him easily.)
The roofs certainly be an easy way to track someone walking along the ground here: no need to jump from rooftop to rooftop. It would be hard to avoid being seen, though, at least in daylight, and finding a place where they could ascend without tools will require them to look further away.
It's hard to be certain which of the doorways facing the narrow alleyway from the backs of the buildings is that of the bakery; perhaps understandably, there are no windows or signs facing this direction. It's not exactly a place someone not familiar with what they seek would choose to walk. Some of them look to be used regularly for deliveries; others may see no more use than a place to throw waste at the end of a day.
Kai and Lucian can choose now to wait and see whether anyone comes out of these doors — they're not too likely to be seen waiting here, after all — to try to enter the door they're almost certain is the right one, to look for a place to get onto the roof... any number of things, really.
(elven)"This is probably the delivery entrance. The store only has one story so it is uinlikely they would sleep in the store. Besides, in the summer it would become unbearably hot with the oven on.
We do not know which building actually is the bakery and that would be a bad mistake. I'd reccomend tracking the baker as he heads home and then continuing on with in the morning."
Lucian quickly runs his hand across his sleeve, feeling for he dagger underneath.
"It would also do to determine which man the baker actually is. He will probably be the last one out of the shop but it is possible that the baker has hired help.
If you would not mind additional delay, I could change into a different outfit and determine who he is. Or we could just do it the way that is a bit more exciting. Bash down the door and threaten the baker at sword point."
Lucian shrugs.
Gently extracting himself from bed, he goes to wash up and stares into the mirror for a long moment. He doesn't know why.
Returning to the bedroom, he sits next to NaShae, not quite sure if she is totally awake or in a light trance. He wraps and arm around her and rests his head on hers.
. o O (I need to make more arrows... I haven't made them in a long time too...GAH! Forgot the sticks!.)
Sighs
"We should look for sticks too Llyala-sister."
Llyala proceeds to follow.
Tongue lolling.
Well, I guess its time to see you in action...
*slightly tilts his head*
I will wait here while you get changed.
*looks down the alleyway*
Maybe I can find a way up...
"I shall meet you in the market in two hours. In the Marketplace behind the crepe vendor."
Lucian makes hjis way back to the Fox.
"I shall meet you in the market in two hours. In the Marketplace behind the crepe vendor."
Lucian makes hjis way back to the Fox.
Yes there are those that seem to be familar with each other and call out greetings as they pass, but only a few stop and talk to each other outside of conducting business.
.oO(Oblivous of death and the sorrow that it can bring. Ah for happier times to return to my friends soon.....
He continues to walk slowly and soon the sight of the Hightower looms in the distance.
.oO(I should see if Tynk is in I have some questions to ask him.....)
*frowns as the sadness hits her once again*
*holds him close, smoothing his hair*
We should get that money to Miri. She said the Tower, right?
My rope and hook should prove useful...
Llyala pads behind him, rabbit dripping on the road a little bit.
Getting dressed, he straps on his boots and gauntlets, pausing to drip some water from his waterskin onto Hex as the ebony frog sits on the table top. The tiny glob of darkness leaps onto Kywyn's shoulder as he puts on his cloak.
He rises to leave when NaShae is ready.
*once she's ready, she quickly takes his hand*
*putting the money in her pack, they leave, heading for the tower*
Dressed to kill. (Or at least maim, who wears red pants?) Lucian makes his way to the market, his boots hitting out a steady rhythm.
Market
. o O (Butcher shop, butcher shop.)
Both deer start to weigh heavily.
. o O (Whew...)
Arrives at the butcher shop, tailed by two stray dogs.
"Not for you."
Butcher: "B'ss ov duhgs"
Turns to see the butcher.
Donnavin: "Two."
Butcher: "Two gold, five copper."
Donnavin: "Why not two gold?"
Butcher: "Li've gosts mur."
Donnavin: "Oh." Removes two gold peices and five copper ones from a pouch and hands them to the butcher.
Butcher: "Tuo days."
Donnavin: Nods and heads back to the SSAG. The dogs scamper a few feat away from the menacing butcher and sit staring at the shop.
*unlocks the door and goes inside to get their purchases together and see what else they need for the trip*
Kywyn sits on the bed, laying out some of what they bought so they can see the inventory. He motions for NaShae to sit with him. No need to make the work harder than it is.
*sighs softly as she leans into him*
He inhales deeply taking in the sent of the city, and coughs slightly
He mutters quietly to himself
"Home."
She unlocks the door and pushes it open, waiting for her weasel to clear the sill before she enters, shutting the door after herself.
I really ought to do some cleaning, but I'm just plain beat.
Gamis? I'm home...
.oO(Probably off with the Jackals...)
While Ixchal zooms about the house, investigating the scents after their absence, Mirielle wearily mounts the stairs and puts the elixir away safely out of the weasel's reach. She glances longingly at the bed but forces herself to go back downstairs, where she starts bathwater heating in the kitchen.
She then succumbs to her fatigue and sits down at the table, promptly falling asleep.
Ixchal, with great consideration, finishes off her pita and gyros for her.
.oO(Marroc will probably want to know how it went, I should be going)
"Well, it was a pleasure working with you all but I should really be getting back to the Inn.
speaking to his companions, Boirin then sets out
[to Nobody's
.oO( I should stop by the boarding house first. I can drop some of my equipment off and take a nice bath. It looks like Boirin, Maelut, and the halflings can make an efficient report to Marroc. Not to mention some rent I have to pay)
With everything reasoned out, he begins moving again. Walking down the streets he grows even more annoyed at carrying oodles of coins as they make jingling noises with each step. Eventually and much to his relief, Tagg spots the boarding house. He quickens his pace to reach his destination.
to Weatherby Boarding House
Later, he is sitting at the table, thinking.
"So Darkar or his friend may be able to accompany us. Do you have any other ideas for people? We could always try the Silver Sword, but I'd think we would want to know who we are asking," he questions NaShae.
I don't want to ask anyone from the guild.
*sighs, speaking quietly*
I'm not sure I want to ask anyone at all. I got someone killed last time.
"You didn't get anyone killed," he says quietly, "You accepted responsibility for your part, and that's all we can do. Is it your fault for letting her come? Or your parents' fault for taking Dak in the first place? Or her own fault for straying? You could argue that your whole life and still not be able to answer why that girl died."
He pauses.
"Let the rest be silence... That's all we can do," Kywyn repeats, as if convincing himself.
"And you said the trek would be harder, we will need people."
You're right, beloved. About both.
*thinks silently for a moment*
Do you think your brother would come? I still don't want to involve the guild. I don't appreciate all choice taken out of what we brought back from the desert. True, we did need the money, but there could have been something that would have been more useful to someone.
"I haven't seen Silis since he first made the cross over, I'm not sure how it has affected him. We'd have to ask the others where he is or if he is even able to travel," Kywyn considers.
"He might not be ready."
He cogitates for a while, thinking their list of allies is thin, not that it was ever bountiful in the first place.
"Do you think Natala would consider the journey? There are links there, aren't there?"
*brow furrows as she thinks*
She might, but I would hate to ask her. She has a store to run and other obligations in the city without everyone asking her to leave.
Boirin steps out into the cool air, and begins walking, to nowhere in particular
"I can't seem to think of who else is around or available. If Hermy is in the right frame of mind, he might be up for a trip away from things... and there's the idea of seeing where Alissa fell, maybe seeing to it that no one else dies the same way, though you said the creature that did it was already buried?"
He shakes his head, "Though that's pretty much manipulation."
"I don't know who else..."
.oO(She must be having a bad day or something...) he thinks.
He continues on asking several other people with no results at all, but at least he has not encountered anymore rude people.
Boirin walks over to Darkar and speaks to him
"You look like you're looking for something, can I help you?"
"What was the name of the shop, or if you don't know the tanner, I'm not particularly well aquainted with this area of the city, but I know someone who probably does."
So you are new to the city then. How do you like the place so far?
No Anaya and no Hermy.
"But I have a job, and I've even done some adventuring, so its not that bad."
"Boirin, pleased to meet ya. I work for Marroc, I'm his bartender. Now lets go see him and we can probably get you the directions to this leatherworker of yours."
[ooc I'll be off untill 3:00 or so drag me with you to Nobodys;)]
"Perhaps we will be alright with just Darkar or his friend," Kywyn strokes NaShae’s back absent-mindedly.
He finishes going over what they have and what they are planning to take with them.
After a time, Kywyn stands in the open space of their apartment, looking over the few real weapons they own. He picks up the morningstar they had picked out for their last journey, giving the spiked mace a few gentle swings, winding a transverse pattern.
With a slight grimace, Kywyn puts the weapon back against the wall. No, he has what he is most comfortable with at his fingertips already.
Stretching out slowly for some time, he warms up by contorting his body in ways that might seem painful, but are really just a matter of practice. The moving meditation of his forms are useful for releasing his mind and putting perspective on things that may be lacking in the gears of planning.
Kywyn stands and moves his joints almost indiscernibly, aligning his frame for different flows of energy. He turns from within, creating an almost wave like aspect to his movements. Deciding to train the power releasing facets of his motions, his circles take on more of a sudden edge. Shooting from the center, he winds his frame in different directions before liberating strikes channeled through relaxed limbs in stead of pure muscle. Sometimes, a visceral hiss escapes his lips with the expulsion of force.
He knows he is not strong in the conventional sense compared to the warrior’s standard. But Kywyn’s tenet that all things are subjective applies to everywhere he looked deep enough. Reality is a guess. Made by the brain using clues that are provided by everything around.
He spins once on his foot like a dancer, though he would not admit that analogy. Coming to a halt, his leg spins a counter motion into a fast circle kick.
Kywyn does not bristle with thick muscle or size, but he knows what lies in motion and in momentum. In the change from soft to hard, and hard to soft, danger is in the acceleration. It sleeps in the unknowable moment the change begins, when everything is one and moving as one.
In his stances, he feels his auras emerging, like a reflection of light you can only see at a certain angle.
In his motions, he could feel the momentum build enough to draw out his darker influence. The power comes from within him; it is based in him; it is fashioned by him. Even if Kywyn doesn’t always understand it or even like it.
Like walking with a cup of water, he could either move in rhythm with the vibration until the water spilled over, or he could break up the motion to ensure the energy is dissipated.
Shifting to a slower speed, Kywyn uses some gentle motions to cleanse his martial palate. His hips rotate as his palms trace curved paths. His energies settle back into his anatomy.
At the end of the exercise, Kywyn feels the pulling thirst for something cool. Though he has known this longing since he was young, today it feels more poignant. When he reaches the small kitchen, he fills a cup of water and drains it without a breath. He fills it again and this time it registers as it flows down his throat. The empty taste of water seems like transcendence. Nothing yet everything.
Kywyn conceives this is what Hex must feel when the frog desired the water. His form is a creature of the water. Kywyn pours the remainder of his cup into a small dish and invites Hex to linger there.
While in the kitchen, he does his best to prepare a simple meal of bread and leftovers for NaShae.
*as she walks down the street she notes the usual business of the city. People selling odds and ends from outside their shops. People talking amongst each, gossiping about how much 5 copper pieces was too much for loaf of bread*
*she shakes her head solemnly at how the city life works and continues towards the hightower*
To Hightower
*as she cleans, she finds herself stopping to stare at Kywyn's movements*
*enthralled, she has to shake herself to stop watching several times while she cleans*
*when he's finished, she moves to the kitchen to help him with dinner*
Kywyn,
Would you please meet Da'Vane and I early tomorrow morning for a few minutes in the marketsqure? He'd like to learn some more about the Jackal expedition to the orcs' fort. Thanks.
--Gamis
Putting the note into the halfling lady's hand with a "thank-you," he turns and clanks toward home.
"Um, then I'm not sure who to go to, I spose I could go in and ask him and come out and tell you. Other than that I'm not sure if theres anything I can help you with, Sorry, like I said I don't know this end of the town very well."
"Well if you would, er, follow me we could probably do that. What would you suggest we do?"
"Thank you," he replies quietly.
Returning to the desk, he reads the note and shows it to NaShae.
"I'll see what they want in the morning."
He retires to the bedroom with NaShae.
---
The next morning Kywyn prepares to head out into the market.
"Do you want to come?" he asks NaShae softly, combing his fingers through her silver hair once.
Boirin walks away and heads towards Nobody's
*she heads down the street a bag less for the load after dropping the vials and gourds to be identified at the mage guild*
*she turns a corner and heads down the street to the market*
.oO(Hmm..some sweet bread sounds good..)
*she smiles and rounds another street and heads to the large square where the market sits*
To the Market
After leaving the inn he begins to walk down the, for the most part, empty streets. He wonders what to do... and after crossing out a majority of the things for they are not open at this time, has the idea of taking a walk out in the woods.
.oO( Yeah that sounds like something. . . )
.oO( What? A walk in the forest... its almost completely dark out.. yeah that's a good idea )
Tagg mentally rolls his eyes. Even against his own knowledge that taking a midnight stroll in the woods might not necessarily be the best thing to do, he eventually gives in to his original urge and begins to walks down the streets weaving off course a couple times but eventually gets to the city gates. Walking through them he passes into the forest.
to Beyond the Walls
He continues further north past Natala's shop. Then he spies a man with a frantic look on his face come running around a corner.
.oO(Trouble?)
The man seeing Darkar rushes and grabs his collar and shouts frantically
Man: Please you have got to help me my neice has collaped in the park and she will not wake up!?!
Please sir, calm down and let go so I can help.
The man releases his grip, but the look of terror still remains in his face.
Now lead me to your neice and then we can get her some help.
They race to the park where the find an unconcious girl about six or seven years old lying unconcious on the ground with a wreath of flowers in her hair. Her face is swollen, and when he listens closely her breathing is shallow and difficult.
Also Darkar hears the faint buzzing of bees. Quickly searching he finds where it looks like she has been stung behind her left ear.
I am concerned that she is have difficultly breathing, fortunately Natala's shop is close by and we can get her treated there.
Wrapping his cloak around the girl and picking her up he runs as quickly as possible to Natala's Shop.
*Thosar makes his way through the city streets, thinking on what to do with certain aspects of his life. He looks over his hands as he walks feeling, again, this strange new body. Careful not to wonder into any place that he could not get out of, the elf wonders to some places of the city that he has necver been to before.*
.oO(Mother, I want to walk in your path and I am trying to. I know I must find my path, and I am seeking it every day. Grant me strength to find the balance that You would have me find.
*His journeyings take him by the Market Square and to a familiar shop close by.*
To NMS
*she heads down the street towards thessag passing by a few scattered shops and inn's as well as Nobody's*
*she only pauses for a moment and she looks up at the sign, then lowers her head and continues toward the SSAG*
To SSAG
I'm surprised Kywyn and NaShae haven't been by to pick up their elixir, but maybe I'll have time yet for a bath before they arrive.
She fixes their breakfast and eats hurriedly, heating water while they eat. When the meal is over she rushes through a bath.
Thanks set aside Corin explains how Darkar happened to be in the area looking for her old shop to conduct business. Moria is taken aback that someone would be looking for her old shop until Darkar explains about visiting the tanner and asking him.
Moria: So you talked to old Jaroot, such a kind gentleman to sell me small amounts of leather when I want to make items for friends and family. So what is it that you want to have made Darkar, you have my interest and curosity at the moment by seeking out my old shop.
Darkar: I need a pair of leather gloves made by an excellent craftperson. he states the matter providing little else
Moria: Do you need a particular style riding gloves, formal gloves, or something else?Moria is obviously used to digging for more information, but it does not appear to be something she is comfortable doing
Darkar: The gloves are to be enchanted by a wizard to enhance my agility. Noticing the her discomfort
Moria raises a questioning eyebrow, but lets the question go unasked leaving it at that.
Moria: First I need to get a good look at your hands so I can get a good idea for fit with the gloves. Come with me.
She leads Darkar to a room that has a familar smell of leather and conditioning oils. Taking off his current gloves he allows Moria to examine his hands. With a measuring tape she takes measurements of the length of his fingers, his hand span, and the size of his wrist jotting this information down on some paper.
Next she takes some blank sheets of paper and carefully traces around his hands so that she has a template to work from she explains. After that is done she explains that it will be about six to ten days for the gloves to be completed. Then she quotes him a price for the gloves.
Thanking Moria for her time, Darkar says he will check back in about ten days or later to pay for the gloves and claim them. Excusing himself he returns to the compound.
*she turns the corner and heads down the street, passing the LLI and then towards the boaring house*
.oO(That is so sad to hear of so much work into tryng to bring back the one you love and only to find heart ache...and emptyness....but she is in better hands, and I hope Hermy realizes that...)
*her thoughts wander to thoughts of Kai and the story of the king*
*she turns a corner and stops, leaning against a building to look up at the setting sun and closes her eyes*
.oO(I hope you find your way Kai and the right path.....)
*she looks down and then continues on her way back to the boarding house*
To Mrs. Weatherby's
He retrieves the flask and holds it up to the early morning light for a moment, turning it as he looks at it. Then he sets it down carefully to kiss Miri goodbye, saying he'll be back later in the day. Then Gamis clanks off his front step and heads off, the precious elixir gingerly stowed.
.oO(I should check with the Iron Wolf... perhaps they have some commissions for me.)
Swinging her cloak around her shoulders, she heads out.
To the IW
By the time Miri reaches her house, she is singing and skipping. Ixchal scampers about and around, enjoying her mistress's good mood.
Gamis is going to be so pleased with his present!
She unlocks the house and they go inside.
I think... I'll put it on the bed!
Giggling all the way up the stairs, she adds, He'll know it isn't mine, that's for sure!
Quickly straightening the bedcovers, she arranges the sword half-unsheathed on Gamis's side of the bed.
Struck by a thought, she then wanders off to her desk and opens her books.
Maelut thinks for a moment, and then turns back towards the Inn with Angelique in tow.
"We should head back, I need to be preparing dinner for everyone. Speaking of which, I don't think I can keep giving you free food...but maybe we could work something out. You see, you mentioned that you can use magic, and I would very much like to learn from you. So perhaps, you and I could trade...my cooking for your magic?"
He gives her some time to think, and sees that they have arrived back at the Inn.
[Exit to Nobodys]
"I'm home, love," he calls towards the stairs, shrugging off his cloak.
Miri caps her inkwell, and stands up, stretching.
.oO(I missed lunch! Again!)
She hesitates, then walks to the top of the stairs and looks down.
How did it go today?
.oO(Oh, I can hardly wait for his reaction!)
"How was your day?"
It was good. I got a lot done. It was nice to be able to work on my own projects for a change.
Still, making that elixir was a good experience. I feel confident that I can make more potions, for our own use, now.
She darts a glance back at the bedroom door, and blushes slightly.
"Potions are definitely good," he adds, about to go on when he notices her manner and quirks an eyebrow slightly. "Are you up to something?"
Oh, no, nothing. Nothing...
She catches Gamis' hand, eyes darting swiftly towards the door, and back to his face.
.oO(Either that or she...)
Once through the door, she engages him in a kiss, making sure he can see the bed from where he stands.
"Oh, wow..." Dropping his other arm and with an awed expression on his face, he picks the blade up and unsheathes it the rest of the way, turning it as he looks at the hilt, then the blade, and holds it in his right hand to feel the heft and balance. "It's beautiful... Is this for me?"
Yes, it's for you. Shopkeep said it's called 'maidenhair steel.'
Stepping closer, though avoiding the swing of the blade, she adds, I'll enchant it for you, later on. A permanent enhancement.
Shopkeep showed the blades to me months ago. He keeps them in a special, locked case. I knew you had to have one...
"I guess we'll put this away for now," the paladin says, giving it a turn and looking it over again. "For the next generation, perhaps." He smiles sidelong at her.
.oO(She needs something from me now, especially if she's going to enchant it... What do I get her?)
*she meets her feathered friend outside of the building and then turns down the street heading to the LLI*
To LLI
Mirielle smiles as she watches Gamis carefully pack away the sword forged for him by his father and brother.
There are a lot of stories attached to that sword, already.
It should get us through a lot of long winter evenings of talespinning.
How many people think you live in your armor day and night?
She giggles as Ixchal tackles a dangling strap.
Boots, greaves, gauntlets, epulets, cuirass, and breastplate finally removed and hung up, Gamis gives a great stretch in his underpadding before beginning to shed that as well.
"I wonder how many people think you sleep with your books at the foot of our bed."
Well, you could say that I do!
Still laughing, she catches the sweaty underpadding, and tosses it in the basket in the hall, breath catching in her throat as she is reminded yet again of what a beautiful sight Gamis is.
.oO(And he's with me! Amazing!)
"What are you looking at?" he asks softly, moving in closer to place a hand on her hip while he traces a fingertip down her face from her temple.
Raising herself on tiptoe, she kisses him gently.
Ixchal heaves a gusty weasel-sigh, and runs off to hunt mice in the cellar.
.oO(A little hungry... But the day's not through, of course...) He picks her up and gives her a twirl, then edges toward the bed, kissing her again.
We've the rest of the day all to ourselves...
She kisses him again, arms around him...
...fade
*she looks up at the night sky, the clouds obscuring the stars from sight and she feels a chill from teh fall air surround her*
.oO(It would be best to bring my cloak with me from now on I believe..so quickly the seasons have changed...it is like we totally skipped summer all together...)
*she calls to Screech, whome flies out from the the alley around the corner and they both head back to the boarding house for a good nights rest*
To Weatherby's
Exiting the armory he starts to walk through the streets towards the boarding house to pick up some more coins so he can purchase the item.
*she wanders down the different streets, not quite sure of where she is going, examining both City and inhabitants, noting the location of the High Tower again, and seeing a temple to...
*she looks a little harder to discern what god this temple is dedicated to, deciding it is Ordemetrex, and returning her gaze to in front of her, bumps right into another elf, who seemed to be thinking about something
[elven]I'm so sorry! I wans't looking where I was going! Are you Ok?
*looking closer she recognises him, from Nobody's, the first night she arrived
[elven]Tagg! That was you name, right? How are you? I'm sorry we did not have more time to talk the other night.
(elven)"Quite alright. Yep that's me."
(elven)"So what have you been up to lately? I know the first few days can be the most confusing."
*stops speaking, remembering that not everyone wants a detailed explanation of your life
Reflecting upon the words of Angelique, he decides it of worth to advertise the boarding house.
(elven)"If you're looking for a place to stay, I know of a boarding house that is pretty good. Three gold a week for rent in exchange for a private room and food. Run by a nice old lady under the name Mrs. Weatherby. Perhaps you'd be interested?"
[elven]Do you live there? If not you can tell me where to find it. I would have to meet this nice old lady, obviously. Private room and food?
*she walks alongside him, wondering how an obvious nature lover and free spirit like him could live in a City, even if it is a short walk outside the gates
[elven]Is there a park in this City? Are there a lot of our kind? How many inhabitants are there anyway?
*thinks back to the only other elf she has seen
[elven]Do you know the elf with silver hair? I met her briefly yesterday, and she seems sad. I hate seeing sad elves, I was wondering if you knew her, as I would like to speak with her.
(elven)"A park? Not that I've seen. As for how many elves, I am not sure.."
He recalls his experience in the city, eventually falling back to those he has seen around the boarding house.
(elven)"Ah, well I know of at least a couple more elves, they also live at the boarding house. Yes I live there as well. I have not met the person you described. . ."
(elven)"There is probably plenty of all races in this city, I just haven't taken the time to seek them out I suppose."
*she says this with a lightheartedness that indicates a joke. Looking around she begins to half skip half dance along beside Tagg
[elven]It's getting into Autumn, and the air is lovely and crisp! Outside the leaves will turn and fall soon, and people will walk along makig swishy crunchy noises! I'll need to get a cloak, and probably winter boots. Do you know a furrier?
*she claps her hands in excitement, thinking about the months to come, and the festivals that Autumn brings
He indicated to some plants occupying the sides of the road.
(elven)"Although if you want to see the real beauty of it I suppose yes you would have to leave. And I wouldn't go as far as busy, but I just haven't put a priority on it."
Tagg gives a small smile.
(elven)"Yes perhaps you will. As for the furrier.. not exactly. But I know of a tanning shop by the edge of the town that might sell something along those lines, or at least be able to direct you somewhere more appropriate."
He looks forward again and continues walking. As they come to a fork in the road he signals Angelique to turn as the proceed to continue down the trail towards the boarding house.
[elven]Yes, nature is everywhere, too bad people don't pay attention to it. At least you and I will live long enough to be able to spend time communing with nature, Humans and other races who live for a short time, never have the chance to do this. They have too much to cram into their short lives, and rush around frantically. That and they spend too much time fighting.
*she is geniunely disgusted about the fighting, and it reflects in her words and tone
[elven]Maybe later you can show me that tanner, although I think I have a few weeks before it will be really neccessary. I also have to get a magic license, and inquire if it will be ok for me to perform at the Market Square. Looks like I have a few busy days planned.
*she smiles wryly as she follows Tagg, finding him to be much less effective to follow as Maelut's larger frame was
(elven)"Sounds like you'll have plenty to do then."
As they near he points the building out.
(elven)"There's the boarding house, that one over there."
They walk further until they finally reach their destination.
to Weatherby oarding House
. o 0 (I left Maelut that note, I hope he recieved it and I hope I remember the way home.)
[to Mrs. Weatherby's]
Some time later, Kywyn asks NaShae to sit with him on the front steps of the building to watch the clearing sky.
*she waves, unsure of whether she should stop and talk or whether to just wave and keep walking
"Do you live around here?" he asks softly.
Hello again! No actually, I am staying on the edge of town, at Nobody's. The cook Maelut was the first person I met here, so I ended up there, and it fits my budget.
*she smiles slightly
He looks at her somewhat apathetically for a moment, as if measuring something about her demeanor to see if it is genuine or an act.
"Angeliqué, right? I'm Kywyn."
A pleasure to meet you Mr. Kywyn. And yes, I do believe Maelut mentioned that a halfling named Marroc owns that tavern, but you would know better than I do. Have you lived here long? If you don't mind me asking, that is.
"In that area, though, you should keep you eyes open. I would guess you are an entertainer by trade?"
I'll look out, thank you for the warning, I'm new to the area as you know. Yes I am an entertainer, is it that obvious?
"There was a notice in the Last Lich Inn you might be interested in. Something about looking for entertainers for a festival."
He pauses.
"If singing is your main source of coin, it must be hard at times. People are fickle in their tastes."
My people know this well! This is why I can dance as well, and put on puppet shows. I can find the warm spot in anyone's soul and make it shine!
*she looks interested about the festival
Where is this Inn? I would have to go and visit them, to see if they would want me performing at their Inn. Do you know the owner, that I may have his name to ask for?
"Over that way," he points, "A bit away from the market. It's usually quite busy. I believe the current owner's name is Eric."
"Puppets?" he asks quietly.
"Do you make your own? We're going to be visiting our son soon..."
*she smiles at the mention of their child, and realises why the silver haired elf must be sad
Yes, I make my own puppets, because nothing should be done for children without being done with love. Although I have found adults enjoy puppet routines aswell. Do you mind me asking if your son is sick, that he is not here with you?
"But would it be possible to purchase a puppet from you shortly?" he asks, his voice rising to a slightly less cautious tone.
You drew me a sketch, I'll make you a puppet! You know where I will be, and now I know where you live. I'll make you a puppet in a few days. Do your son have a preference in colour?
Kywyn turns to NaShae then back to Angeliqué.
"I'm not sure of a color... monkeys are a liked animal, though," he replies, not sure if it helps.
"If he still likes them..." he mulls to himself.
You are most welcome! Not everyone would take the time to say hello to a strange elf ... ... in your situation.
*blushing she realises that wasn't the most eloquent of lines
I can make a monkey for your son. Is it too much to ask his name?
"You could call him Dak."
"Thanks. I hope you find your way in the city alright," he voices evenly.
Thank you again for your time, Mr. Kywyn, and have a very good evening. We will be in touch!
*bowing to them again, she turns to leave and hurries along the winding roads towards Nobody's
[to Nobody's]
Yes, Ix, I know, but I don't want Gamis to think I've completely forgotten how a meal is supposed to be served!
Humming, she turns to give the stew another stir, then slides the bread basket into the warming oven.
The potatoes should be nicely baked by the time he gets home, and I bought a tub of fresh butter... Yes, I think that's everything, she says as she arranges a vase of red and orange leave on the table.
"Who else would be willing to come?... Why does it seem the more people we know, the fewer we can trust?" he contemplates as he watches the scene outside.
"There are some interesting new people in the city... Ulerian from the Hightower, Angelique staying at Nobody's... But no one who would have the motive..."
"Maybe we'll be alright with what we have."
Joseph reaches the gates of Garic's City. He slips his mandolin over his shoulder and secures the strap.
"Hello!" Joseph calls as he passes under the portcullis. Joseph looks around for someone to get directions from.
All I want to do is get a hot meal and a warm bed... Joseph thinks as he stamps his numb foot on the ground.
"Hello?! Does anyone know where I can stay the night?" Joseph calls out again.
Time to go to work Patches.
Joseph removes his backpack and mandolin from his shoulder and sets them against a wall. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a sack. Joseph rolls the top down until there it becomes something of a shallow bucket to collect coins in.
The bard removes the cloak from his shoulders and flips it over before replacing the multicolored patched cloak. He bends over and grabs his mandolin and prepares to play.
"The man on the mountain, lived alone day and night, he farmed the landside, and got by just right..." Joseph sings as he plucks the twelve strings of his mandolin.
The last audience member to "donate" mentions the Last Lich Inn, and the upcoming festival.
"You could earn yourself a few coins there. Most of the cities best performers will be playing at the Last Lich during the festival."
"You might want to consider giving that a try."
Before leaving the man gives Joesph simple instructions on how to reach the inn.
*Hermy and Minto ride through the streets, Major stopping every once in awhile to sniff the ground. The look in his eyes after each try does not comfort Hermy.*
"I don't think he's smelling nothing."
"Well not the smell wese looking for at least."
*The halflings and their dogs continue up towards the palace. Major still not catching a scent.*
"Why would she be here? I doubt she's been helping with the training. In the mood she's been in, she end up killing half the new recruits."
"Lord Malletfur had a few tasks fer her that she was suppose ta do in exchanges fer helping pay fer the spell to keep Alissa fresh."
"I hope shes doing them."
*The two halflings approach the palace and dismount.*
The Last Lich Inn... hmmm.
Joseph removes his cloak long enough to put his backpack on under it and follows the directs one of his patrons gave him to the Last Lich Inn. Other performers... perhaps I can find a band...
The entire way Joseph plays songs on his mandolin.
"I got me cat, the cat got me, I fed my cat under yonder tree, the cat played fiddle-aye-fee..."
"I should grab some more traveling money from the other room..."
He checks on how NaShae is doing and walks into the bedroom to find his torn cloak.
Wanders around in search of Grathin's Wares. Even with all the help he has managed to get from people, the store seems to be eluding him. Finally, after over four hours of traipsing on streets, finds the small alley between a red house and a blue house.
Walks down the alley for few yards and then spots an old wooden plaque with words "G***th*n's *are*". The door beside the sign leads down to a store half-under the street level, in the basement of the red house. Opens the door and steps inside a small foyer.
When steps through the second door, out of foyer and inside the store, stops dead and stares at the scene. It's like he had stepped inside a study of a very prosperous sage or something, instead of entering old, decrepit store. A robed figure is poking logs in a massive fireplace with an iron.
Man: Oh good, you've returned.
Uh... yes.
Man: Stop standing there like a half-wit and sit down. Coffee?
Blinks his eyes and realizes that the robed man, the same man who was at Benelvir's underground complex, is now sitting at a grand desk which surface is littered with books, scrolls and items. Walks to the desk and sits down to a chair in front of it. Nods.
Yes, please.
Man snaps his fingers and two cups filled with steaming coffee materialize on the desk. Codrian sips from his cup.
Man: You seem to be in bit of poor condition, Mr Enelevin. Did Patkifen hit you with some of his spells?
He did, and spells effects seem to be lingering and resist healing.
Man: He had quite potent spells for that matter, I found out recently from a source. The after-effects should fade in a week or two. So, do you have the item?
I found it, after a bitter battle in a cavern where the necromancer was creating his foul magic.
Man: Good. V's decision to interrupt on your behalf was not wasted then. Though... I take that your companion wasn't as lucky as you. Casualty in a struggle that he didn't understand I'm afraid, but that's what normal people commonly are. The circlet?
Digs out the circlet from a brand new belt pouch and hands it over.
Here. And you're correct, he died in the battle. Without his help I couldn't have beaten Patkifen.
The man takes the circlet and puts it in a desk drawer. Then he digs around a pile of papers on the desk and hands a score of them over.
Man: Benelvir gave these to us, in exchange for a liquid that he thought would make his army stronger. May I ask, where on earth had you found that hobgoblin aphrodisiac? Well, now he is giving it to his wretches.
Takes the papers and sees that they every one of them bears city's emblem. Looks at the man.
These are the papers I was set to rescue.
Man: Yes. Trade agreements, property deals and other such stuff, valuable to certain personnel. Oh, and latest roster of City Guard, that was a nice bonus to acquire. Mr Enelevin, I see that this meeting is over, go return the papers to the Jackals and don't mention anything of our involvement. You're a resourceful fellow, I'm sure you can invent a story suitable for them.
Nods and walks to the door. Steps to the foyer and is about to step outside when notices that he forgot his hat to the desk. Opens the inner door again, to find a small room filled with moldy furniture and no living thing except couple of rats. Picks his hat up from the floor and leaves the place. Once outside, heads to the Jackal headquarters.
.oO(Hmmm, I wounder if this City even has a postal service)
A building catches his eye because its not a warehouse like all the others in the area, a sign reads Silver Swords Adventuring Guild
.oO(So they have an adventurers guild, I wonder what its all about)
[To SSAG]
.oO(Gamis Phaebinn, I saw him once in the street)
Boirin remembers how shiny that armor was and looks about his person, remebering he hasn't changed into not-ripped clothes.
.oO(First things first you should go change into your new clothes, the purple ones probably your best bet)
Boirin heads towards Nobody's to change
[To Nobody's]
.oO(I should probably ask for directions... Naa, I need to see alittle more of the city.)
Boirin begins to look for the street called Wildrose.
Boirin stands across the street and looks at the house after awhile he musters the courage and walks across the street and knocks on the door
Knock
Knock
Knock
Are you going somewhere, beloved? Did you want me to come with?
*quickly gets herself ready in case he does want her to go*
Yes? Hello? I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting a delivery...
"Just running back to the other room to get some money for us."
He places his hand on top of hers.
"Is there anything you needed from there? I always want you near, but you don't have to come if you don't want to. Just a quick errand," he says, voice warming with proximity to her.
Of course I want to come with you. Did you want to ask Silis to come with while we're there?
"I suppose so. If he's up for it."
His lips turn to a slight smlie and he steals a quick kiss before rising and pulling his hood up, shade concealing the top of his face.
*kisses him properly*
*squeezes his hand and makes sure she has everything, before they leave*
*walks out of the apartment with him, making sure to lock the door behind them*
"Oh, did I get the wrong adress I'm looking for the house of Gamis Pfabinn, if its too late I'll come back tomarrow. Do you have a cat, because there is a small animal of some kind up there."
This is the correct address. Gamis will be home shortly. One moment, I'll come downstairs.
She pulls her head back in and shuts the window. Soon the front door opens, and the creature Boirin saw before is now balancing on her shoulder.
I am Dame Dyer, Sir Pfaebinn's partner. Did you need to speak with him, or to leave a message?
"Er yah, I was accually wanting to talk to him about joining the Silver Sword Adventuring Guild. I wasn't sure I had enough experiance to join and the person who I talked to said to come here and ask Gamis, so here I am."
Boirin gets a closer look at the small creature and cocks his head side ways looking at the small weasal
"Unless I'm mistaken thats a weasel, are they normally so companionable?"
She tilts her head, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
Come inside. You can as easily speak to me as to Gamis regarding the guild, as he and I are both on the Council.
She steps aside and gestures him to enter.
Your name?
Boirin follows Mirielle inside, and turn his head side to side looking at the house
"My name is Boirin, son of Naerin, and yours?"
As I mentioned before, I am Dame Dyer. Council member, and Hightower wizard.
Pointing to a chair at the kitchen table, she adds, Have a seat. What do you do? What skills would you offer the guild?
"I am currently employed at Nobody's Inn as the bartender. However thats just how I get by, I have already made alot more money adventuring than I have serving drinks."
"As for my skills, well I am have a general knowlege of alot of things, so I can, pretty much, do anything from opening a lock to swinging a sword, at least well enough to survive most encounters without trouble."
Boirin smiles grimmly
"Though it would seem I'm better at opening of locks and unspringing of traps then I am at hand-to-hand combat."
"I have worked with the Silver Swords Adventuring Guild before, I helped some of Hermy's followers in a goblin hunt if that helps."
[edit unreadable so I fixed it]
"Yah, some friends and I have worked with the Horde, though we did most of the work. I almost didn't make it out of that one alive."
.oO( Both you and Silis)
"And no I haven't met Hermy, but I heard he wears red pants and killed a dragon."
[edit: Another Grammer error, how supprisng]
Yes, he generally wears red pants. And he helped to kill a dragon.
But for all his faults of memory, he is still a brave and loyal comrade. Just don't let him guide you in a tunnel -- he's not the best trapfinder.
Her eyes unfocus slightly, evidently in memory...
Mirielle shakes her head, sighing, What a trip that was... trolls, goblins, an 'umber hulk,' undead... And Hermy didn't notice the pit trap. We nearly died.
Ix: [swm]Was winning! Human blinked![/swm]
Gamis!
Eyes glowing warmly, she holds out her hands to the paladin.
We have an applicant to the Guild, here. A swordsman and lockpick. Boirin, son of Naerin. And apparently he's hunted goblins with Hermy's horde, so we might ask their assessment...
She keeps a straight face, and adds, I'm sure Nige would have a lot to say.
Boirin starts slightly as Gamis enters the room but regains his composure
.oO(I wonder how long it takes to pollish that armor)
"Hello, my name is Boirin son of Naerin, and I assume you are Gamis Pfaebinn, I am here speaking to your most gracious lady about joining the SSAG. If you would like me to make my self scarse I am probably needed back at Nobody's, I'm sure you would want to... ah... get out of that armor."
As an after thought Boirin speaks again
"Just out of curiosity how long does it take you to pollish your armor?"
"A pleasure to meet you, Boirin; I'm Sir Gamis." He laughs softly. "Not as long as you'd think; I tend to it a little at a time every other day or so." He smiles, unable to help glancing down at the finish.
"Feel free to stay and talk; I wear this often enough that I'm comfortable in it for good periods of time."
"I would like to but I've probably spent too much time away from the bar already, Marroc doesn't pay me to wander the city. However I would like to speak to you both sometime in the future, so is there any time in the next few days that would work best?"
Carrying the kettle with a folded bit of towelling, she pours the hot water into the mugs, then sets the kettle aside and adds tea-leaves to the mugs.
She refills the kettle and puts it back on its hook by the fire, then returns to her seat.
"The afternoons are best," Gamis says with an understanding nod. "During the day I'm busy at the Jackals' compound. You could stop by around this time in a day or two; however it works out with Marroc. I'm interested in hearing how your skills can be of aid to the Guild."
"So what did he say before I got home?"
He seems to think of himself as a bit of a generalist... Traps and locks, and a bit of swordwork.
Evidently he's currently employed at Nobody's Inn as a bartender, so from the sound of things he's not exactly... compulsive about rules and regulations.
She shrugs. As long as he's no Darkfriend.
But, there's still the Service to the City to be taken into consideration. And he seems like the nervous type.
He strokes Miri's braid slowly as he thinks for a moment. "A generalist, eh... I wonder if he'd make a good scout. We could use a couple." The paladin's eyes cut in the direction he knows Hents Manavelins to lie in.
If there were a ... testing venture to try him out on... Maybe my trip to return Ashina's harp to her parents?
Westwaters. It's very close, I think.
Travelling at midwinter, though... Do you think the weather will hold?
I was more concerned with the difficulties of travel in bad weather: mud, storms, swollen streams...
I have that spell for making shelter for the night, but it won't help if the horse drowns in a river crossing. Though, I don't think we'd need to cross a river.
Gamis clanks upstairs and removes his mail, then comes down again. After a moment's thought, he carefully shifts the position of the table across the room, then moves their couch closer to and facing the hearth and sits, his mug still close at hand.
We have a while yet before it's ready, she says, watching Ixchal harry a carrot-end across the floor.
There has got to be a less expensive place to stay... Joseph thinks.
The bard wanders looking for other inns. And as the sun crests the city walls, Joseph reads through squinted eyes, "Nobody's Inn."
Clever... Can't be pricier than the last place... And if it is, I am sure the clever owner would be willing to negotiate...
[i] Your brother doesn't seem to like me. I'm not sure why, but it's the impression he gives. [/i]
*walks back with him to the apartment and starts to make dinner for them*[/FONT]
.oO(How fitting...)
Continues watching, caring not a bit about waning daylight. Suddenly speaks with soft voice.
"Care not for it's past
like flash of lightning
in darkness of storm
Memories lingering
as autumn's mark
but waste them not
Sad is the faith
even while honorable
glorious are they said
Waiting for light
spring of life to come
to live again"
Falls silent and listens to the wind.
*she quickly makes her way towards the public bath-house, and cleans up, washing her hair and becoming presentable enough to ask about work in the Last Lich Inn, then she dons her winter outfit, sans cloak, and sotws her other clothes in her backpack
*leaving the bath-house, she sets off towards where she remembered Kywyn & NaShae live, puppet in hand. Once she arrives there, she sits down and waits, hoping they didn't leave before she had a chance to get the puppet to them
*to pass the time, she sings softly to herself, and animates the puppet to the various ballads she sings
Good morning! How are you today? I didn't see you earlier, and I was hoping to get here and see Kywyn, so I didn't stick around.
*she stands and curtsies as she speaks, and puts an hand on Maelut's arm in familiarity
"I was sad not to see you before you left, it's a nice surprise to see you out here. I'm glad to know you're getting used to the city, you seem quite happy. Some of the things you told me about focusing on my inner mind to access magic have really helped. I wouldn't be surprised if I start casting spells any day now. But like I promised you, none of them will be violent."
"So, how goes your quest to convert the rest of the world to pacifism?"
I hope it will go well, and this fellow is a great start. It's for a child, and I hope the love shown by the childs parents makes a difference in the world.
That is great news about the magic! Imagine how your cooking will taste now!
*she hugs him when she hears about the non-violence
You won't regret it, not for a moment. I guess we both need to get licenses now, no?
[Elven]
"Well, you're the strangest looking elf I've ever seen! What's your name?"
He continues speaking in the bard's native tongue.
"Yes, I suppose we should get our licenses. And I know I won't regret the non-violence. If I'm ever in trouble, I can just ask Wealdy to cook something; that's more than deadly enough to take care of any foe."
He has a quick laugh at the barkeep's expense, and then shakes his head.
"He's a good guy, just a little slow in the cooking department. But then, that's not his job. Anyway, let's head off to the Hightower."
[Exit stage left to Hightower]
Kywyn asked for a monkey, so that is what he got.
*she nods her head in agreement about the licenses, and then laughs at Wealdy's cooking prowess
He is very nice. And lead on! It's much easier to follow you through the streets.
*she smiles and follows Maelut to the Hightower, deciding that Kywyn would probably be awake later, if he was still in the town
[to Hightower]
"Angelique, I love the puppet you made. Do you think that you could make one that looks like a cook for my kitchen? Maybe it'll inspire me to create a new recipie in your honor."
I can most certainly make you a puppet! We should go to the market to choose materials for it, as it must be the right colours and fabrics, and who better to know than another cook?
*smiling, she looks at the monkey again
I hope Kywyn did not leave the City yet, and I wish I knew a certain way of getting this puppet to him, because trying to meet him at random is going to be difficult, even though he knows I am staying at Nobody's.
.oO( Hm.. should I pop in? I guess the deer or whatever probably won't be going anywhere. Maybe even Maelut could come along to help. )
Walking a little closer to get within comfortable earshot, he calls them.
"Hello Maelut, Angelique!"
Tagg continues walking until he reaches a point where near shouting isn't necessary.
As he mentions the hunting he raises the bow in his hand slightly.
He says all of this with a laugh in his voice, making sure his friends realize that he's joking.
"Angelique, you've told me many times how much you enjoy nature. If he's going out into the woods, maybe we should join him. That is, if you'd like to have us along?"
[elven]Hello Tagg, how are you today?
*she smiles as he raises his bow
See, a weapon put to it's correct use, to feed people! You are going into the woods? How exciting!
*clapping her hands in delight she turns to Maelut
I'd love to go with you! I do love nature, and of course, any chance to sample your cooking is worth leaping at.:D
"Sure, I was just about to ask you to come along myself actually."
"Anyways, its a big celebration type thing that starts tonight. They say they have a secret smorgasbord they're preparing. They said they're still open to people bringing game in, though, lucky for me."
"Oh! And they said they're having entertainers there, perhaps you've heard of this then Angelique?"
As the conversation begins to slow Tagg notices Angelique holding a puppetlike creation. Simianlike puppet creation? He turns to the entertainer.
(elven)"Who's your little friend here?"
He gives a small smile.
[elven]It's a puppet I made for...Kywyn and NaShae. I was hoping to get it to them today.
*smiles again and makes the monkey bow to Tagg
(elven)"Maybe you'll see them at the feast later, since this Kywyn is the one that introduced it to you it might be a good bet he'll be there."
"We should probably get going, it would be nice to get out into the woods while its still morning."
Yes! I hope I will. But for now, I am concentrating on getting out the gates! Come along boys, let's find some food.
*sets off toward the gate
.oO(How could I get these home? Ha, home. Maybe a caravan or trader is going that way. They could take it for me...Where would I find these people? Perhaps near the gate...)
*he heads for the city gates*
*the hair and walk of the one on the left is very familiar to the boy*
*he smiles momentarily as he recognizes who he's looking at*
*he calls to his companion*
"Tagg!"
*he walks faster to catch up with the pair*
*as he gets closer, he recognizes a man with them*
"Maelut!"
.o0(I know that voice...Silis!)
He turns around to greet the spellcaster.
"Silis, what are you doing here?"
"I have some letters to send, and I thought that there might be some caravans here that would take them for me."
*he looks slightly downwards to the female elf*
*he bows to her*
"Greetings. My name is Silis."
I am Angeliqué Noel of the Ranielina, and it is a pleasure to meet you!
"We're heading off into the woods to hunt some food for the feast at the Last Lich Inn. And I plan to demonstrate my cooking abilities at the feast, so that they realize what a horrible mistake they made by not asking me to cook for it."
This last comment is said with an amused grin.
"The pleasure is all mine. Are you new to the city?"
"I could make your hunt easier with my magic. A sleeping deer is far easier to catch than an aware one."
"Just be careful not to get to close to the deer, or I might have to put you to sleep too."
I am new! And the more the merrier! And noisier!
*she eyes the two humans suspiciously
Are you sure you can be quiet?
*she asks with a twinkle in her eye
"Silis can be quiet, we'll just have to seperate him from the rest of us by a few hundred miles."
[font=arial][color=deeppink]"Everyone I've even known...[/font][/color]
*his form shimmers, and he changes into Maelut*
"As opposed to you, who would have to be on another plane for us to not be able to hear you."
*he looks to Angeliqué and mimics Maelut's cocky smile*
"I mean no offense, but is teaching our food focused friend here magic a very wise idea?"
[OoC: casts disguise self]
"Ok, that's a little creepy. And I'll have you know that there's nothing wrong with being food-focused!"
"And by the way, I don't think that the world is ready to have this many good-looking people in it. You better shift back to your normal form."
As he says this he breaks down into the giggles that he's been suppressing for a few minutes.
That's very nice Mr. Silis, or Maelut, or whoever. And I think teaching him is a great idea, imagine how much better his food will get now?
"Why would I do that? My normal form is my good looking form."
*he looks to Angeliqué again*
"What kind of magics did you teach him that he could use in his cooking?"
. o 0 (Men!
)"Alright, alright. Lets get this motley bunch of hunters on the road. And on second thought, maybe you should stay in that form. Your normal one might scare off the animals."
*she links arms with Maelut and Maelut/Silis and waits for the signal to go ahead
"You had a second thought! Wow, I had better listen to that. It's a rare occasion for Maelut to have one thought, let alone two."
*he takes in a deep breath and his form shimmers*
*he retakes his normal appearance as he exhales*
"Why should I make it easy for you?"
*he smiles again*
*he nods to Angeliqué*
"Understandable. What is it that you do, Angeliqué?"
[OoC: dispels disguise self]
*fishes the monkey puppet out of her backpack and shows it to Silis
I made this yesterday and the day before. It's very similar to the puppets I use, except this I made for a man I met the other day. I hope it makes him happy, he doesn't look very happy. I wouldn't be happy with big metal gloves on either...
"Gloves like these? But without the spikes?"
*he raises his hands to show her*
[color=darkblue].oO(Doesn't look very happy? Sounds familiar...)[/color]
"Did he wear black? And was he with a silver haired elf?"
Boirin does a double take and is even more suprised to see Silis apear in the place of one of the Maeluts
Boirin wanders over to then sneaking up being as quiet as possible, then saying rather loudly
"So, thinking you could sneak off without me."
*she puts the monkey away carefully and looks back at Silis
You know him as well? Maelut knew him, so he must be a rather well known person. He told me to go to the Last Lich Inn and see if I could get work performing at the upcoming feast! Very nice person, but too sad.
"I would want to hurt those who would want to hurt me or the ones that I care for. I do not go out to seek violence, but I do not shy away from it."
*he nods when asked if he knows his brother*
"I do believe I know who you speak of. A man by the name of Kywyn and an elf by the name of NaShae. Kywyn is my elder brother."
[color=darkblue].oO(A feast at the Lich? Well, I shall have to see what happens there then...)[/color]
*he looks over his shoulder to see Boirin*
"If we could only be so lucky."
*he smiles at his friend*
"How have you been fairing Silis, I don't think I've seen you since our little goblin hunt."
"Whats this about a feast? Is that the one over at the Last Litch? Never been there maself but I heard there foods almost half as good as Maelut's, so it might be alright."
"So where are we going today, I don't think I can handle to many more goblins right at the moment."
Kywyn is your brother?! No wonder there was something that reminded me of someone in you...why do you both wear gauntlets? Beside the obvious fashion statement, of course.;)
*she looks back at the sound of Boirin's voice, and smiles
Well well, hello Boirin! Come to join us have you? We are quite the hunting party now! Tagg, Maelut, Silis, Boirin and myself. What a catch we will make, no? Or do you have more important things to do today than take a stroll in the woods?
"A chance for adventure, wilderness, and almost certain chance of good food, count me in. I can always use an excuse to get away from the taps for a moment. With luck I'll even be able to stand the smell of alchohal when I'm old and feeble."
Boirin carefully avoids the subject of battle trying not to turn this gathering into a flaming row.
"When battle comes to you, battle is what you must make."
*he clenches his gauntleted fist*
"We both were trained in their use in our youth. I suppose we just prefered the intimacy that they have compared to other weapons. But I can only really speak for myself."
"I do wish to find a caravan that might take these letters for me, so if we could do that just before leaving, it would be greatly appreciated."
"Well on that matter I have a letter I need to send out myself though I am unsure if our destinations are even in the same direction."
*she smiles at Boirin
Yes, I leapt at the chance to come along when Tagg invited us, for a chance to eat at Maelut's table should not be wasted.
*beginning to look around for a caravan, she notices how close to the gates they are, and points the guards out to Silis
Perhaps you should talk to a guard, they might be able to either tell you when a caravan will come through heading in the right direction, or even take charge of the letter themselves to give to a caravan.
*he draws out his two rolled up letters*
"My messages are to be sent north, Boirin."
I fear we will never see eye to eye on that matter...
*starting to hop up and down, she continues
...but if you bend down slightly, we might come to a compromise!
*laughing again, she collars a guard, and recieves information as to when a caravan will be going north next, and in turn relays the information to Silis, looking to Boirin next for his destination
[Edit: you beet me to it Ang ;)]
"We were not bickering. Merely discussing philosophical stances. I believe that such discussion should be encouraged between friends. How else can you begin to understand someone else?"
*he points his letters towards the caravans*
"But I can acknowledge when is and when isn't the time for such discussion. For now, we have letters to send."
*he begins to walk over to the caravans at are heading north*
The stars are different here.
The closest comparison for the scene presented is a frozen marsh where everything seems to be painted in greyscale. Snow crunches underfoot, yet the distant chirping of frogs can be heard.
There is no trace of civilization save the black spires against the washed out sky in the distance. Then again, they could be strange natural formations.
Everything around seems menacing in a suppressed fashion... insect-like. The black branches of the dead trees glitter like giant antennae.
A shadow crouches by the black ice.
Come along now! The more people we have the better, and we don't want to lose those two! Comic relief is always important, very good for morale!
*humming to herself she observes Silis walking and muses to herself
. o 0 (What could make him and his brother do different? They both seem to be brooding oversomething, but Silis is happier. I wonder if he is also wed? He seems a little young, I think, but I can't really tell with humans.)
*she shrugs off the thought and bounces merrily along, humming
The dark world she finds herself pulled into is disturbing to her. Looking around, she fails to find Kywyn, but she knows he's around. She opens her mind to him, searching for his location and trying to keep her fear from invading their link.
Shudders at the surroundings and moves to where she thinks her love might be. Moving though the marsh brush, she shivers, her mind convincing her of the cold of the snow and air.
Moving more quickly, she begins to run, not caring about the noise she's making, toward where Kywyn should be. Her skirt and hair catching on branches and twigs sometimes enough to force her to stop to untangle herself.*
The shadow by the ice turns to see her. Oddly, the closer she gets, the fuzzier the edges of this silhouette seem. Probably just a trick of the light. When he sees NaShae, the shade diffuses and Kywyn's form can be made out.
His hood is drawn down tightly. He hunches over, looking into the ice-laden water. Phantom tentacles trail from each arm, apparently testing the ice.
"The door in my head...
outlined in blood.
You were the key.
The door..."
Sits down to a barrel to eat them and watch departing caravans while eating. Notices Silis walking midst of wagons.
.oO(Again I see him, after months of not seeing the fellow. Odd.)
Continues eating.
*he sees a man and calls out to him*
"Hello! I have been told that your caravan travels north. Are you going to the town of Fortitude Pass on your next trip?"
Trader: "No, I'm not heading there. But Jeliak is. His wagon's over there."
*the trader points to a wagon a few yards away*
"Thank you sir."
*he walks over to Jeliak's wagon*
"Good day Master Jeliak. I have been told that your caravan will be travelling to Fortitude Pass on your next trip."
Jeliak: "Aye, we are."
"Could you deliver two letters to the town for me?"
"Aye, but it'll cost ye."
"I would not have expected otherwise. Could I offer you five gold crowns to deliver these letters to the specific people, without reading them first?"
"Aye, five gold will be plenty. How will I find these people?"
*Silis describes his parents and their location to the trader as the recipients of the first letter*
*he hesitates before speaking of Akana*
"If I gave you a few extra coins, could you ensure the secret delivery of this second letter? It is of a more personal nature and requires more tact in its delivery."
*the trader nods as he sees the concern in the boy's eyes*
"Fear not young one. I'll see that your letters are delivered without too much commotion."
*the boy smiles with relief*
*he describes Akana and how to find him for Jeliak*
*he hands over 8 gold coins and the letters*
"These letters are very important to me and their recipients. Any haste you could make would be appreciated."
"I'll keep them on my person to ensure their security. And they'll get there when we do."
*the trader puts the letters in his inner coat pocket*
*the boy bows to the trader*
"Fair winds for your travels."
*he turns and walks back over to this companions*
"My task is complete. Let us depart."
*she waits for Boirin to entrust his letter to a caravan while chatting amiably with Tagg, Maelut and Silis
She tilts her head when he speaks, a small frown forming, "Beloved? What is it? What door? Who or what is the key?"
The elf lifts her head and finger-like points of wood scrape along her scalp, tugging at her hair, though she would swear there wasn't a branch there a moment ago.*
He gently touches her head, curiousity in his face. His eyes blaze with golden light.
"Different here... Here we can see."
"You were the key," he repeats, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Would you love me if I am not what I thought I was?..."
"Worse yet, if I am what I feared I was?"
He turns to examine if she is hurt.
"I know the answer is yes..." his breath can be seen.
The ghostly black whips from Kywyn's wrists entangle both of them loosely, floating in the air.
"I can almost see... Almost have the strength to see...
It's not enough.
I'm not enough.
I love you."
.o0(This thing plays tricks on my ears, like suddenly that elf had spoken louder. I guess I should go greet Silis.)
Uses his halberd as a support to hop off from the barrel and heads over to where the group of people are around Silis.
She moves to look at him, "What are you trying to see, beloved? Maybe it takes both of us to see what it is. We're both here."
Her lips brush his forehead, "I love you too. But you know that."*
I knew you were watching us! But, muggers don't usually wear bandages around their heads, or stalk their prey in the day, so you must be Ok.
*she curtsies, and then her curiosity gets the better of her
I am Angeliqué Noel of the Ranielina, and I would assume you have met most if not all the others here, as they have been in the city longer than I. Does your head hurt bad? How did you get an injury like that?
"Past and future, before and become."
The scene distorts, ripples rolling out from their position, dispelling the illusion for a moment. Flashes of images he has seen but almost forgotten: waves and stars, green robed watchers, tarot cards, his body exploding into particles and the bits finding their true order to realign.
"Was there a time when I was another? You were another?"
"There may be no exit..."
He holds her tightly and turns to glance at the icy black water.
"But we'll find the door... If you care to anymore."
His gaze turns back to NaShae, gold eyes asking if she is willing to plunge with him.
Good morning Ms Noel. I am not a footpad, indeed. As to answer your question, I've met Silis and Maelut before. You can call me Codrian.
Touches lightly the bandage.
This one doesn't hurt about at all, just a normal wound inflicted by an undead creature.
He stares at her, not letting her go even as he starts to tip over. His body stays straight as a board as they fall into the ice, breaking it and sinking through to the dark abyss below.
He can't breath for a moment. Then his eyes open and Kywyn sits up in a gasp for air. Things seem slowed for a moment as he finds himself back in bed.
Falling back onto his pillow, he turns to see NaShae. He utters no words, but gazes at her in silent marvel and distant, but deep understanding as he catches his breath.
The cook trails off as he sees the man's wounds.
"You look awful...is there anything we can do for you?"
It's very nice to meet you, Codrian, and please call me Angeliqué. I met Maelut on my first day here, and have only just met Silis, so you have an advantage on me! We are going hunting, but I don't know if you look up to it, if you were to want to come.
*she motions to a nearby barrel and has Maelut help her roll it closer to the group
Here, sit please, by the looks of you some of Maelut's cooking would not go amiss!
Strangely dizzy, she turns to look at Kywyn, her breathing coming a bit too quickly until she can grasp control of it again.
Still shivering from the dream, she quickly turns into him, curling up under the blankets. Her hand reaches out to caress his cheek, as she stares at her beloved, watching his face closely.*
Good to hear that you've learned much since that talk, Maelut.
Shakes his head and assumes a serious expression.
I would have healed myself if I'd been able to. The wound on my head heals nicely, but it takes time for hair to grow. The other condition... well, it can't be removed by lower-grade healing energies, nor dispelled easily by arcane means. An after-effect from necromancer's spell, heals as time passes.
I'm afraid I can't come with you for the hunt. I'm only out to get a lunch, which I did a moment ago, before I saw you folks.
Winks at Angelique.
Angelique, keep an eye out for Silis, he has "a tendency" to end in situations where he is delighted to have some help.
Situations where he is delighted to have help? I don't understand, sorry.
*smiles about Nobody's
I like it well enough, it suits me, close to friends and not overly rowdy.
*she smiles at how proud Maelut is of his innate magical abilities
I got my permit this morning, as did Maelut, so we are legal casters! Interesting isn't it that you need a permit to use magic, even simple spells like mine.
[Dwarven] Good sir, I have a letter to be deleivared are you heading North in the near future?
Trader "Yah, we are, where would you like it delivared?"
"Ironmug clan villiage if its not to far out of the way."
Trader "Sure, its not every day you get a human who speaks the laungage and wants a letter sent to a clan, but it will cost something"
"Fine, how about 5 crowns."
Trader "Fair enough, lad."
Boirin hands the letter to the trader and a handful of coins he nods and walks away. The trader pockets the letter and the gold and continues organizing his caravan.
Boirin returns to the group
"Well thats done."
.oO(Even she is probably twice as old as I am, she knows of world about as much as Renna... or even less. Quite amazing naivete, I must say.)
I think that the Hightower likes to know who can and what magically in the city. Sort of gives them control over also those who are not book mages.
Be it almost how simple spell as possible... there is a purpose it exists, no? You don't carry around a pouch of bits and pieces just to impress your ego. Nor do you spend time studying something for days just so that you can talk about it over tea. No?
.oO(Yeah, right. Tynk might just do that. I am just waiting the day when he is all green or blue.)
"I don't beleive we've met, the name's Boirin son of Naerin."
Boirin extends his hand to Codrian with a slight smile
Boirin, meet Codrian, a friend to both Silis and Maelut. Codrian, meet Boirin, friend to Silis and Maelut.
*seeing Boirin had already spoken she blushes and silently reprimands herself for not paying attention
Well met, Boirin son of Naerin. And what Angelique said.
Looks at the young, energetic bunch.
But, I am holding you from leaving for hunting. That's not my intent, so accept my apology for holding you all put. It's about time I returned to my work.
Good hunting, Young Lightnings. Angelique, Maelut, Silis and Boirin.
Makes a small bow and departs. Heads back towards NMS.
*surveys her group and motions to the woods through the door
Well Gentlemen, shall we?
Strums the strings of his mandolin as he looks around for something to do. He plays various cords out of boredom, but all the sounds seem to blend together to make a somewhat haunting tune.
What to do... I could perform, but that doesn't seem at all lucrative, I need a band to make enough money to live off of.
Joseph starts to look around for people to invite to form a troupee.
I guess sharing the vocal spot light wouldn't kill me... I'm still half the act of a duet.
Hello there! Are you lost or something?
*awaiting his response, she looks him over and recognises him from last night
I saw you at Nobody's, you must be new to the town! How goes your time here? I am Angeliqué Noel and it's nice to meet a fellow bard.
"Lost? Well I am looking for something to do, but I wouldn't say I was 'lost' per-say. But if you had any ideas, I would like to hear it. My name is Joseph Kell."
Joseph continues to strum the mandolin, but quieter.
Yes, as a matter of fact I have been looking for someone with talents like yours, but unfortunatly right now I'm about to be taken hunting by Tagg and Maelut.
*she indicates them in turn as she says their name, and then smiles
We both live at Nobody's for now, or at least you are staying there, so why don't we meet up tonight to have a chat about stuff? I think we might have a few stories to swap and perhaps talents to offer each other?
*she says this with a hopeful tone, and then curtsies again, and calls out goodbye as she runs to catch up with Tagg and Maelut
[to Outside the Walls]
.o0(Another bard. Lovely.)
He nods, and then turns to finally get his hunting underway.
[To OtW]
.oO( A half hour ago I thought we would be in the midst of the woods within five minutes... )
.oO( For one eager to see nature she certainly doesn't seem to be one to get past distractions to do so.. )
As Angelique greets the fellow entertainer type, Tagg turns to Silis and looks down to his feet which he has noticed to be particularly noisy.
"Y'know you still got hooves buddy..."
The sorceror begins to protest but is immediately interrupted
"Just kidding, just kidding. They're not hooves.. they just sound like 'em."
The elf adds with a small smile and wink. In a moment his face goes straight though and he notes the sky.
"Seriously though. And it's getting close to the feast time. Maybe you could tip off the Last Lich so they keep their kitchens open for us? Let 'em know we still plan on bringing in something."
Silis stares at him silently, but eventually agrees to do so. With a farewell to the rest of the group he begins walking back down the street.
As their conversation ends so does Angelique's.
.oO( At least that one went fairly quick)
Tagg turns to the rest of the group.
"Okay.. All aside are we finally ready to go?"
General agreement rises from the group.
"Good. Now if anyone approaches while we make this short walk to the gates, kindly turn them away.. we've been delayed quite long enough."
Continuing the walk through the streets they soon find their destination at the gates with no more encounters much to Tagg's relief.
All aboard! To Beyond the Walls
[to btw]
Joseph spends the walk back singing to himself while playing his mandolin.
[To Nobody's Inn]
Kywyn takes some time to finish packing the things they'll need.
*slowly stretches while he packs, watching him and smiling softly*
*finally gets out of bed and ready for the day*
*she goes to help Kywyn pack*
Good morning, beloved.
*kisses him on the cheek*
Eons have passed since last this weary traveler has experienced material comforts like she should. When was it last that she had a full night's sleep in a warm bed? When was it last that her stomach sloshed with content rather than with the sour soup of suffering starvation? When was it last that this poor, unfortunate creature -
OH HEAVENS, WHEN WAS IT LAST YOU HAD A BATH!?
Sensandela sniffs. "Don't be melodramatic. I had a shower two days ago, and you know it."
UNFORTUNATELY, A THUNDERSTORM LACKS SUCH A THING AS SOAP. WHY DID YOU NOT HOSE YOURSELF DOWN AT THE OLD WOMAN'S SHOP WHILE YOU WERE THERE - FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR PIFFLE OF ELVEN FLUFF AND FOR MINE?
"I was just crashing for the night! She's blind, not deaf! She'd hear running water, you ass, and then she'd know someone was there."
SHE KNEW YOU WERE THERE AMONGST HER POTS, ANYWAY, FOOL. WHAT GOOD IS A BIT OF SLEEP? YOU SLEEP, AND THE NEXT NIGHT YOU REQUIRE IT AGAIN. YOU BATHE, AND YOU SAVE A LOT OF NOSES FOR AT LEAST A FEW DAYS.
"Excuse me. You don't have a nose. You are a doll - an inanimate bundle of fabric and stuffing with two pathetic dots of felt for a snout!"
YET MY COTTON-FLUFF BRAIN IS MORE ACTIVE THAN YOURS. IRONIC, THAT. NOW HERE IS AN INN. USE MORE OF THAT MONEY FROM YOUR SILLY UNDERGROUND ROMP FOR AT LEAST A BATH - AND FOR A BED, IF YOU SO DESPERATELY REQUIRE.
"But... my shinies will be sad to be away from me! :sad: ... HEY! I don't have to take orders from y--"
BATHE, FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND MIGHTY IN THIS GOD-FORSAKEN WORLD, BATHE!
Sensandela blinks, then sniffs tentatively at her armpits, and heads inside the Blue Pumpkin Inn.
.oO(I do not smell - that badly... Ugh.)
"I hate you when you're right, dammit."
The light streaming in from the window plays off the thin container while Kywyn's face remains comfortable in the shade. So small a dosage. Yet the varied long paths they and others had tread have all been culminated and distilled into this little potion.
Kywyn lays a finger on the vial, almost afraid the slightest vibration would shatter it.
"We should get a box... a chest small chest even..." he says to NaShae, still looking at the elixer.
"I wonder if the dosage is the entire vial... otherwise it might be safer to carry two portions," Kywyn turns to NaShae at this point.
I wouldn't worry so much, beloved. If we wrap it in cloth and keep it close, it should be fine.
*kneels down beside his chair and looks up at him*
We should get things settled so we can leave. We'll need horses. Four, at least.
Smiling to himself, he lets his feet wander in the general direction of the Inn, not being in any particular hurry.
"Just because we just met, doesn't make me strange." Joseph winks.
What is she planning?
Joseph decides to play it by ear and improvise down the line.
"No not strange at all... but I think you might be close to perfect."
As they walk, Joseph notices Elise keeps glancing back behind them.
Joseph tries to sneak a peek behind them the next time the turn a corner.
"Just 'close to perfect'? I might be so insulted that I should go back to the inn alone." Let's see how she reacts.
Elise tilts her head back towards a shadowed area roughly fifety feet behind them.
Joseph casually slides his hand behind his cloak and pulls his dagger from its sheath and hides it behind his palm and forearm. [Sleight of Hand 15]
"Its not much farther, if we stick to the main streets, we should be fine," Joseph whispers.
"And I really wanted to make Edwin jealous. I... I thought it was him following us."
"But now... now I'm not so sure."
"Sorry... I guess with impending doom just fifty feet behind us makes now a bad time for humor," he confesses.
"Jealous enough that he'd never stand me up again."
"But I don't think it's him. He's... he's not that quiet. He's too big."
Elise tries to cower behind Joseph again.
"But that's not him following us."
"I'm... I'm scared."
"Go, it is only a few blocks. Go!" Joseph starts running with Elise towards the Inn.
" Noneedarun ItsaLivlynitefera stroll Isaze. Dunayathink?"
The halfling grins.
"Ithinkitzagudniteferone. Anferguttinabit acoin."
"Whaddayathink? GunnagimesoimeerdaIhastatakit? Eaterwayetfunbame."
He starts to twirl the sling above his head and the grin grows bigger showing a mouthful of decaying teeth.
Elise screams as a second filthy halfling steps out in front of her.
But the ducking throws off Josephs attack, and the halfling laughs as he steps out of the way of the lunge.
"Yahastadabitterintha!"
The second halfling slices through the air with his blade, and then into Elises arm. She screams louder and starts to run. The halfling slices at her again as she pasees, cutting open a large gash in her leg. She falls to the ground.
The first halfling moves his dagger into the other hand and swings it at Joseph. It leaves a long red scratch across his knife hand.
Halftuck 1: 22
Joseph: 18
Halftuck 2: 8
Elise: 4
Elise is on the ground bleeding.
Joseph takes 1 hp
.o0(Trouble, near the Inn?)
He runs faster, and puts his hands by his knives, ready to draw and attack at the first sign of a fight.
Joseph takes a 5-foot step (free action) away from the first Halfling.
Draws his whip (move action).
And makes a trip attempt (standard action) from 15 ft away with the whip. Ranged Touch, opposing strength.
The halfling curses, and stands up. And hurls his knife at the bard, missing by a wide margin.
"Yanagudchet!"
The first halfling moves up next to Joseph and puts his knife into the bards thigh.
"Yerbejoininyergilna!"
Maelut arrives and sees the angry unwashed halfling pulling a bloody knife out of Josephs leg, and a second unwashed halfling standing over the body of the waitress from the festival.
Joseph takes 4 hp.
Maelut may make his move now.
"Aye!"
If he is a foe, at least he can take the heat off for a while.
Joseph turns back to the halfling that has been cutting into his life and starts to plant his knife in the bi-****'s gut.
The second halfling sneers, and grabs the money purse on Elsie's bloody waist. And then after giving her a quick kick in the side, runs off down the street.
Maelut takes 3 hp
+0 to hit with dagger. (+2 normal, +2 flanking, -4 for nonlethal attack
Maelut hits him two times with his blades dropping the halfling in his tracks.
Maelut hurries over to Elise, and bends over her looking at her wounds. "No time for that! We need to get her to a healer!"
"Nobody's isn't far. Marroc might know what to do!"
Joseph grabs the halfling's dagger and puts it in his boot. He then grabs the halfling and puts him over his shoulder as he heads to Nobody's Inn.
Joseph grabs the halfling and starts to follow after the cook, also leaving a hefty trail behind him.
When they get close to the Inn, Maelut begins to yell for help.
"Marroc! We need help!"
He hurries through the door.
Mirielle groans again.
This is why there aren't more clerics of Agathalos -- we don't get to sleep in...
It was delicious! Some hunters brought in a pair of boars -- that Boirin fellow was one of them -- of the hunters, I mean -- and a new cook prepared the meat. Just delightful. And then the new cook made a cake with flaming brandy.
I sat with NaShae and Kywyn. She hardly put two words together through the whole meal.
Miri sighs.
There was a time I thought she was a dear friend, but lately... I just don't know anymore.
"Maybe things have changed her... But I hope she's not holding a disagreement we had against you. I think I can still talk to Kywyn, at least."
She snuggles closer, resting her head on his chest, but her eyes pop open a minute later.
Ixchal. That is my toe. It is not a mouse.
"Owch. I think your familiar's hungry, love, and it's probably about time that we got up."
Mirielle sits up, shivering a bit in the chill morning air.
Was that a comment on the boniness of my leg, or does it have something to do with your absence last night?
"We took the recruits outside for more riding yesterday. I got held up because we had a little incident on the way back into the city." He reveals his foot and its modest bruise, and his knuckles can now be seen to be a little swolen and red.
Limping around on that will just get you a backache and probably a twisted ankle as well...
She closes her eyes and invokes the blessings of Thalos. Her hand, resting on his foot, is briefly surrounded by a nimbus of light like the rosy dawn sky, and the bruise fades.
Cure Minor Wounds
She sighs, blushing slightly, then turns back to Gamis.
Incident?
"We were heading through the market on the way to the palace when a recruit's stirrup broke. He's one that likes to wear spikes on his gauntlets, and it seems that as he slid over the other side, he tried to grab the saddlehorn but ended up raking his horse pretty good instead. Spooked his horse, who went a little amuck, kicking a vendor's stand, dragging the recruit, and bowling someone over before we could get him under control. It was Valor that managed that, actually... I'd dismounted to try and grab the horse's halter, but he didn't want to sit still for anyone. Then I felt Valor... order the horse something, and he stood still finally. I got hold of his reins but he still wasn't calm yet. He tossed his head and knocked me pretty good here." He rubs the back of his head. "Then he reared a little and came down on my foot. Valor got him to hold still again, and he finally calmed down. But what a mess..." He shakes his head.
I'm glad it's Lord Malifaeyr that will be paying damages in the Market, and not the Silver Sword.
Is the horse alright? Those spikes must've hurt!
"I hate to think what more could've happened if Valor didn't stop him..." The paladin kisses Miri's cheek, then slides out of bed finally.
Mirielle laughs, Yes, I know, Ix, he's tall...
So, Valor is boss of the herd, eh?
Scooting to the edge of the bed, she stuffs her feet into her slippers.
.oO(I'm going to need new slippers. Even wool felt doesn't last forever...)
She settles back against Gamis' chest, and as the sun rises, prays with him.
I have to work in the potions laboratory at the Hightower today.
She lifts a woollen skirt from its hook in the wardrobe.
All this chilly weather, and no pretty snow to show for it, she grumbles. Just as well for you, I know, since it'd be rough to do lance training in a snowdrift, but I'm tired of the mud.
Shall we stop at the Golden Apple for breakfast? Mirielle asks, mentioning one of their favorite food vendors.
She tucks her hand around his elbow as they go downstairs.
She takes his hand as they walk away from the house, Ixchal perched on Gamis' shoulder, surveying the street.
I'll use the weakening spell on her that I used on the dragon. That should help...
I'm a vampire or a wight, am I? I didn't notice you thinking of me as the undead the other night!
She stops and blushes a deep crimson.
Err...
"I'd reply to that, but you'd probably blush hot enough to bring spring in early..."
Oh, you...!
She dares a glance up at him.
Tonight... Don't come home all worn out and bruised.
Yes, let's. You probably didn't have more than a crust of bread for your dinner, and you'll work hard again today.
She strolls along with him to the Golden Apple.
Mmm, they really do have the best mulled cider in the Market...
Wrap that, please, so that my-- she pauses for a split second --husband can carry it safely.
She manages to keep a straight face as she pays for their purchases.
"I think I have a few minutes to spare before I get Valor and head to the Jackals'... We could look around here a little at certain things in the meantime," he suggests.
She strolls along with Gamis, occasionally passing morsels to Ixchal.
"That's a pretty ring there, isn't it?" he says to her, pointing to a diamond in a slim, bright-gold band, the stone framed on either side by curls of gold something like ivy vines.
.oO(Well, he does like jewelry, but it's a bit small and feminine for him to wear...)
"Which one do you like best?" he asks, waving a hand over the entire display.
The jeweler, scenting a sale on the horizon, hurriedly sets out some more rings for her to admire.
"Here now, miss, ye'll be wanting to look at the thinner bands, can't be overpowering those lovely slender fingers of yours..."
She laughs nervously, but obediently looks at the rings, dismissing most of them in her mind as being too gaudy. She picks one up, tilting it to see the gem in the sunlight.
Oh, how pretty, the pearl is... pinkish. And the band looks like the stem of a flower, with the leaves holding the stone in place.
Edited for gem type.
"It's perfect...
"Can you hold it for us until this afternoon?" he asks the vendor.
"It's a fine choice, fine choice. Certainly, I can hold it. Whose name will I be holding it for?"
He produces a scrap of parchment and a pencil stub.
"It's probably time for me to get moving now, love," he says to her. "I need to get Valor and go over to the compound."
He chuckles, accepting the ring back, and carefully writes "Held for Gamis Faybin" on the scrap.
Yes, I'd best get to the tower... If I'm late I'll end up at the tall workbench, and that's the worst one.
Mirielle walks across the square with Gamis before bidding him farewell with a kiss, and heading off to the Hightower.
"Patches, you need gold..." Joseph says to himself.
"The pouch!" Joseph pulls the pouch out. "That guy... Ma..loot? Maelut forgot to take his share."
Joseph goes over to a corner to covertly count the contents.
Seven gold, fourteen silver, eight copper, Joseph mentally recites.
Joseph takes three gold, twelve silver, and four copper and moves it to his own money pouch before reclosing the thief's moneybag.
Joseph heads to Nobody's to return the coins to Maelut.
[to Nobody's]
Exiting the LLI, Brodda walks about the dark streets of the city with no destination in mind, brooding over Burleg.
.oO(What was he thinkin', leavin' withoout sayin' goodbye?)
She growls softly.
.oO(Thoough Ah doon't knoow why it shoould surrrprrrise meh. He's always been rrrude-mannerred, like moost o' the men o' meh kind.)
Almost unwillingly, she remembers their date -- how nicely he cleaned up and how well-mannered he could be when he put forth the effort.
The memory makes her sad that he's gone, apparently never to return. She frowns deeply with a pang of emptiness.
Growling a bit louder, she turns and marches for Nobody's.
"You said using nonlethal force is better... well that got me thinking that it is hard to be nonlethal with a dagger or sword... so now we are going to track down a store that sells saps," Joseph says to Angeliqué.
Ok, let's go to the marketplace and ask there. I know Tagg mentioned an armoury, but I wasn't paying any attention to it's location. And while we are on our way, let's sing.
*without waiting for an answer or agreement, she starts leading Joseph to the marketplace and raises her voice in song, a song in common about some foul tempered dwarves and their spirits
[OoC: Exit to Market Place]
[to Market Place]
"I'm home, Miri," he calls as he opens the door, but a quick look around tells him she isn't home. (Must still be at the Tower doing her potion work... I guess that works, though; I can get the ring and freshen up a little before she gets home,)Oo. he thinks.
He knocks his head on the way down the basement stairs and grumbles at himself, surprised he hasn't learned to duck by now. He picks up three 1-pound bars of gold from their collection of money and hefts them, looking closer. .oO(It looked like a hundred-fifty ring, I suppose...) The paladin pockets some coins just in case, puts the bars in his cloak pockets, and climbs out of the basement. He heads out again, going towards the marketsquare.
Knowing Miri could be home soon, he stokes the banked fire and adds wood, then clanks hurridly upstairs to shed his armor, setting the ring in its pouch safely on his nightstand while he gets out of his underpadding, grabs a washcloth and rinses away some sweat, and changes into one of his comfortable sweaters. That completed, his nervous energy seeks a new outlet and drives him to polish his armor a little bit as it hangs on its stand.
He puts the ring in his pocket and goes downstairs to sit on the couch. Then he gets up and goes to stand in front of the hearth. Then to glance out of the living room window. Then to circle the kitchen once, then to sit on the couch again.
Mirielle turns the key in the door, looking around for Gamis.
Gamis?
Seeing him at the window, she hangs up her cloak, smiling, and goes to greet him.
Hello, darling.
She winces as her burned arm brushes against him, but embraces him anyway.
She chuckles, sitting on the couch & tugging Gamis down next to her.
"Ouch. How'd that happen?"
I got careless near a hot brazier. Figured it could wait until I got home.
Thank you, darling. The training went well, then? That's good to hear...
I thought I'd start working on your sword tomorrow, if you don't mind carrying your old one again.
She glances at the sword rack on the wall, where the sword Gamis' father forged is displayed.
He follows her gaze to the sword and shakes his head with a smile. "No, I wouldn't mind at all... Been wanting to try it out lately, but I can wait until you've done the enchantment."
Gamis is silent for a moment, looking at the sword, and wets his lips nervously. He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and turns his face to hers with a smile.
"Miri... You're incredibly good to me... You're taking care of my sword, you put up with me when a quest pulls me away... And... Well..."
His right hand extracts the pouch from his pocket and works the ring free from it. "And I want to spend the rest of my life with you..." The paladin's left hand, trembling a little with nerves, lifts hers so he can slip the ring onto her finger. "Mirielle Dyer... Will you marry me?"
Oh, Gamis... of course I will!
She lets him slide the ring onto her finger, then she throws her arms around his neck in a laughing, crying embrace.
Ixchal sits on the floor, confused by her mistress' tumbling emotions, then scratches her ear with a hind foot. Catching sight of her toes, she attacks her foot.
She holds him close, twisting her face up to kiss him after a few moments.
After several minutes, and Miri getting Ixchal to leave her toes alone, Gamis scoops his fianc¨¦ up into his arms and carries her upstairs as they decide to make dinner a little late tonight.
Heading out of the Hightwoer, Tycho realises that he has no idea where to start.
.oO(The book mentioned a couple of places I should find. The Palace I saw on my way here... The parks are supposed to be very fine. Wasn't there a marketplace on my way to the 'tower? That will be a good place to start.)
[to Marketplace]
.oO(I havn't been to the market place in awhile maybe I'll see whats new.)
[to Marketplace]
As he arrives in the public park next to the Palace, Tycho cannot help but be astounded at it. Its tame, soft beauty is so different from the woods and forests, plains and mountains outside. Still, it is calming and serene. Tycho spends some time walking among the paths breathing the air.
Tagg walks around for a bit, until he remembers that there was a park right here in the city that he had never checked out. He walks through the streets a few times before he eventually takes the right route and comes across the large park, a handful of evergreen trees still weathering through the cold, as well a few others whose leaves managed to survive through the fairly mild winter. He takes a look around and sees it, for the most part, empty, except for a lone man sitting on a stone bench by the frozen over fountain.
.oO( I don't remember seeing him at the feast.. and I thought just about everyone was there. Maybe he's new to the city. )
He approaches Tycho.
"Hello there. I haven't seen you around before. Is that because you're a new resident or I just haven't run into you until now?"
Tycho is moved out of his reverie by the person approaching him.
"Oh I'm sorry, I am new to the city. I only arrived yesterday. Its quite a city you have here. And beautifull parks. Excuse me, but I must be off."
[to Hightower]
*she walks down the front steps of the porch and looks up and gives a call to screech*
*as he flies over the house and come into view she smiles and lifts the hood of her cloak to hide her face and heads down the street*
.oO(What did she mean by a great conflict? )
*she turns down a street, not really minding where she is going*
Joseph starts walking. And walking, and walking.
Joseph eventually finds himself in the upperclass housing district.
This is where I should be living... Joseph thinks as he walks around.
Joseph decides to make some money, so he pulls out his mandolin and starts to play for the passing wealthy.
But he keeps an eye out for an easy mark.
*she exits the in, stalking off down the street going no where in particular and presenting a comical sight as she mutters and curses under her breath about annoying human cooks
*she doesn't really know where she is going..more of a wandering walk..trying to gather her thoughts to see what she is to do*
*she wanders into a part of town that she hasn't been before and looks around aimlessly as she walks*
.oO(This whole thing is just getting to frustrating..the only thing I can do is not even think about it and just go with it.. much like how I am wandeirng around the city)
*she turns too more streets and finds herself back into the market and stops as she sees a sign for a winter dinner at the LLI and she takes it down from the post and folds as she heads back towards the boarding house*
To Weatherby's
*she walks down the street and heads to the SSAG*
.oO(It's been a while since I ahave taken Maya out for a ride and I am sure she would like some freedom from the confines of the stable*
*she truns down another street and walks up to the adventurer's guild*
To SSAG
The young bard eventually comes upon the Fox Boarding House.
Why not...
[to Fox Boarding House]
.oO(I wonder if I should, go to the SSAG... Accually thats probably a good idea. Hmmm...)
Boirin goes over across the street and sits on a cobble a ways away from the from the door
...
.o0(Angelique, as always.)
He smiles inwardly, and then steeles himself for an encounter. He walks onward until he sees her sitting in the shade of a tree, lost in her thoughts. Timidly he approaches her, when he catches her eye he gestures to to the food.
"Can I sit down? I'd like to apologize."
It is a public park so you don't really need my permission, but if you really want my permission you have it
*the smile wins it's battle and she laughs
I should be aplogising to you, you have been very nice to me since I have been here, so it really isn't my place to refuse you. I really shouldn't try to justify myself, but I get a little discouraged occasionally when people don't seem to understand.
*she sighs and looks at the grass, twirling a stalk of it between her fingers nervously
"Of course you have the right to be angry from time to time, we're all human...so to speak. And you're as entitled to your opinion as anyone. All I was hoping was that I might be able to show you that things aren't always a simple case of right and wrong."
He sighs.
"I wish that the kobolds weren't so violent, and that we could just leave each other alone. Nothing would make me happier. But, I just don't believe it's possible. But who knows, with you along, maybe we'll be able to do some good. And I'm certain that you could spread your message of non-violence to some of the townsfolk."
Indicating the food, he smiles.
"Something to say I'm sorry. A little bit of cake, and I can make it taste however will cheer you up!"
Boirin stands and walks around, now looking for the temple. As hes walking past one of the public gardens and sees Maelut talking to Angeliqué. Boirin chukles softly.
.oO(I should probably sit this one out. I honestly don't see what Maelut sees in that girl, she drives me crazy.)
Boirin shakes his head and continues looking for the Church of Thalos.
She leaves the inn and heads toward the market first, making sure she has bread, cheese, and ale enough for a full day's watch. Then she saunters slowly towards the Fox Boarding House.
.oO(That's wherre Marrroc firrst sent meh teh find him. It's wherre Ah'll starrt again.)
*she smiles and accepts the cake, then stares into the distance upon tasting the cookies she remembers so fondly, her mind wandering over the nomadic life of her childhood. Looking back to Maelut, she cocks her head and watches him
I'm not used to having to be an adult, it's only 5 years since I really became one, so I may not know everything there is to know but I feel strongly about certain things. It will get me into trouble I know, but I hope I can prevail. It seems daunting sometimes, especially with so many people intent on killing others.
I really don't know how to start what I want to do, all I see is the way it will be after I'm done. But, look at me, I have to rely on words and actions to change people, because violence would just reinforce their way of thinking. Yet, it seems that these people don't appreciate the finer things in life, good food, good company, entertainment, love, anything like that. They just don't believe in life, and it is very difficult to change them.
People believe there is a nobility to ending an evil creatures life, but I can't see that. It has every right to live, just because it is different doesn't mean it can't change. We were all created from the same gods, why can't we forget their bickering and go ahead and forge new alliances. To unite the strengths of the races, we could have unlimited knowledge for the good of the races.
*picking up a fresh stalk of grass, she holds it and looks at it, then gently tears it in two
But, it all seems to brittle, easily torn by either side.
*she drops the two halves and regards them indifferently
I really don't know how to start...
[to Church of Thalos]
"Okay... Bye then."
He takes the wizards seat on the bench near the fountain.
.oO( Those academic types.. they always seem so serious and busy... never have time for fun. )
He takes deep breath and leans back on the seat, closing his eyes.
After a few minutes he hears a faint singing from close by. It seems only to affect him only on a subconscious level as his breathing begins to slow, his mind perhaps soothed by the faint notes..
Not until the tunes ends somewhat abruptly and some words begin to be spoken does he begin to break out of the trance. As he slowly fades back into consciousness he slowly begins to feel the cold and start to recognize the voices as somewhat familiar..
He draws his cloak closer together before taking a look over where the voices were coming from on a different section of the park, the area now silent. Tagg sees Maelut standing by a tree. Curious, he stands up and takes a couple steps closer.
"Maelut?"
As he walks nearer he notices Angelique sitting at the base of the tree and is relieved his friend wasn't talking to the base of a tree.
"Oh, hello there you two. Didn't see you for a moment there, Angelique, and thought Maelut was talking to a tree.."
He stares silently for a moment, holding the 'tree' for a couple moments.
"It's good to feel strongly about things. My father always taught me that it's a man's, or woman's, beliefs that carry them through the hard times in life. If we don't have something to strive for, what the point of any of this?"
He looks at the piece of grass Angelique is holding and smiles.
"Your goal is something that people have been working towards for years. You're not the only one who wants to bring peace to the world, there are other people who can help you. But before you try to fix the problem, you need to understand it. Spend some time experiencing the way the world is, and trying to learn about why people do what they do. If you truly seek peace, then you recognize that it is a long a difficult road to get there. And it's a road you can't travel without learning more about the real world."
Maelut leans back against the tree and looks at the small elf, her simple dreams bringing a smile to his face. Suddenly, he sits bolt upright.
"I can't believe I didn't remember this before. My last birthday before I left, my mother gave me a book. It was written by the priest who performed my parent's marriage. He believed in nonviolence, like you. He didn't have your gift for music, but he was good with the pen. His book talks about how to combat violence with peace. If you came with us to Sorat-Arlon then I could lend it to you. It might offer you some ideas about how to achieve your goal."
He leans back again, and listens to Angelique's ever-present melodius singing.
"Tagg! No, not the tree. I was talking to something slightly smaller."
He indicates the elf with a wink and a smile. After that, his tone changes and he becomes much more serious. His voice drops and he leans to talk to Tagg quietly.
"Tagg...I have a situation. I need help, badly."
Maelut quickly relays the information about the kobolds and Sorat-Arlon. He tells Tagg about his planned trip.
"And if I could have your help, it would mean a lot to me."
I'd love to read it! I think I need as much help as I can get really.
*as Tagg approaches and greets them, she laughs at his comment, then picks up some fallen leaves and standing up she holds them with her arms streched out like branches and giggles
Hello Tagg! Do I look a little more tree-like now? I wonder if I can speak treeish now?
*dropping the leaves, she gives the ranger a hug then sits back down
How are you? I haven't seen you since the feast!
*reminded of that day, she looks at Maelut's leg where the boar gashed him, and notices his clothing is torn again. Shaking her head, she leans over and utters a few words, causing the tear to close itself up
There you go, good as new. How is your leg? Is it still hurt? I could help you with that also.
[OoC: Cast mending on the trousers.]
"You've got to warn me before you do that, you scared the stuffing out of me."
Her comment reminds Maelut of the throbbing pain in the back of his leg that he'd been managing to ignore with the help of some roots he'd been chewing.
"Actually, it's still bothering me. That boar managed to give me quite a run for my money. Some help from a kindly elf would be much appreciated."
*again she leans over and utters a few words, relieving most of the pain he had been feeling, and reducing the gash to a mostly healed state
That should help you alot.
*leaning back against the tree, she watches the winter sky and wonders what lies ahead for her
[OoC: Casts Cure Light Wounds on Maelut.]
Maelut's gruff reply quickly softens as the warm healing magic from Angelique flows through him. He watches in wonder as his leg regains most of its natural color and appearance.
"Wow. Thank you, Angelique. That was very kind."
[elven]Help! Hide me!
Originally posted by Maelut
"Tagg...I have a situation. I need help, badly."
Maelut quickly relays the information about the kobolds and Sorat-Arlon. He tells Tagg about his planned trip.
"And if I could have your help, it would mean a lot to me."
Tagg listens to the tale itently.
"Of course I will lend my aid, friend."
He gives a light smile, solemness still hanging in the air.
"I would hate to see you defending your home outnumbered ten to one. Why now it will be only eight to one I'd say."
Originally posted by Angelique
*as Tagg approaches and greets them, she laughs at his comment, then picks up some fallen leaves and standing up she holds them with her arms streched out like branches and giggles
Hello Tagg! Do I look a little more tree-like now? I wonder if I can speak treeish now?
*dropping the leaves, she gives the ranger a hug then sits back down
How are you? I haven't seen you since the feast!
He laughs as well as Angelique picks up the leaves.
"Well. No boar tusks have been charging at me lately."
He notes Maelut's leg.
Originally posted by Angelique
*she laughs at him and throws leaves on him, getting up and hiding behind Tagg in case he decides to retaliate. As she goes behind Tagg she whispers to him, while choking back a fit of giggling
[elven]Help! Hide me!
Tagg laughs again as Angelique runs behind him.
(elven)"Of course.. just step behind my magic cloak of leaf deflection."
Maelut picks up a wet clump of leaves and lobs them over Tagg to hit Angelique square in the head.
"Hah! Take that!"
With some of the magic still running through him, Maelut focuses on Angelique's outfit. He turns it a magnificent shade of bright lavender. He then leaps around Tagg to tickle Angelique, giving her a tiny static shock from the magic still on his hands.
"Whee!!"
After a moment, Maelut stands up and attempts to regain his composure. He tries to look serious, but is continually stifling a laugh as he looks at Angelique's new colored outfit.
(elven)"Although it helps I suppose when he can't see well over the magical cloak..."
He quickly manages to sidestep out of Maelut's path of tickliness. He watches from a safe distance as the two struggle around for a little bit.
Cold! Brrr...and ewww.
*as she is flicking the last leaf off, her clothes turn bright lavender and she stares at them mutely, leaving herself open to being tickled, and recieving a minor shock in the process
Eeep! Why? How...?
*not able to string a full sentence together for the laughter, she breaks away and sings a quick refrain to herself, preparing a spell. Looking up at Maelut, she goes to change his clothes to bright pink, but upon seeing his face as he stifles laughter she loses concentration and changes Tagg's clothing instead
Ahh! Oops...
*practically falling over in a gale of laughter she manages to concentrate long enough to change Maelut's shirt to neon green and his pants to vibrant orange
[OoC: Cast prestidigitation.]
"We'd better ... this is ... ahh! Look out! The Hightower guards, and they're coming to lock us up!"
So saying, Maelut dives into a pile of leaves to hide from the imaginary Hightower guards.
Run! They're after me! Help!
*looks over her shoulder for the Guards
"What the.."
He holds the fabric of his shirt to examine it. Soon an immense (for an elf that weighs only three pounds more than the tiny bard) weight nearly presses him to the floor. Managing to bear it a little bit longer he stumbles forward in an attempt to regain balance. Going slightly further it soon becomes to much.
"Brace for fall!"
As he begins to lose balance he puts his arms out and falls to the ground. Wincing with a gasp as Angelique's weight falls on top of him as well.
"Ouch.."
He manages to get a muffled word as Angelique rolls off of him.
if it counts for anything say that i took a point of subdual damage :P
Hey you! It's getting a little late, so how about we head back to Nobody's and you and Tagg can discuss business over supper?
*receiving a muffled agreement, she digs Maelut out of his hiding place and sets off towards Nobody's with him and Tagg. Comical as she may have been earlier, nothing can prepare the people in the streets for an elf in bright lavender followed by a human wearing a bright green shirt and orange pants with another elf, clad all in hot pink tailing the first two
[to Nobody's]
"Sure.."
He gasps out, after a couple minutes managing to stand up. He slowly follows them back to Nobody's, staring curiously at his pink shirt.
.oO( Does this stuff go back to normal? )
.oO( Of course. )
.oO( You sure? )
.oO( What do you hear coming out of my mouth?)
.oO( I hear inaudible squeeks, actually. I just happen to understand what they mean because I'M THE ONE THAT THOUGHT OF THOSE SQUEEKS!)
Thus ends the strangest moment in Garic's City history.
(to nobody's inn)
To all the world, a dirty, homeless halfling is running from the affluent district of the city, muttering curses in Dwarven.
.oO(Damn! He didn'a have any weapons aboout teh pummel meh that Ah coould see. What was he dooin'?)
She remembers hearing words of magic.
.oO(He was worrkin' a spell of his oown!)
The halfling visage melts away and Brodda slows to a brisk walk, frowning. When she passes a stack of boxes, she lashes out and punches one in anger with a growl. Ignoring the curious glances from people, she continues on her way, ignoring the throbbing coming from her fist.
[to Nobody's]
Joseph walks out of the full boarding house and heads back towards Nobody's Inn.
On the way, Joseph spots the Iron Wolf Armory and heads inside.
[to Iron Wolf Armory]
Joseph walks out satisfied with his new purchase and immediately conceals his sap on his belt under his cape. He starts back to Nobody's.
[to Nobody's]
Joseph wanders the streets of Garic's City during the night. He heads nowhere in particular.
He finds his way back to the Fox Boarding House.
Ahhh crap.
Joseph flips the magic coin and catches it in his hand. Heads... I guess I go in.
He slips it into his pocket without checking it. Joseph turns around and walks the opposite direction.
He continues to wander the city.
After bidding Gamis goodbye for the day, Miri shoves furniture around to create a workspace in her kitchen.
Going to the cellar, she unlocks their coin chest and digs through her sack.
Powdered opals... salamander blood... hmm... and... yes, probably going to run me a good thousand...
She takes the thousand gold, locks up the chest, and with Ixchal on her shoulder visits the Market Square.
20pp and 800gp
Quietly, being sure to avoid drawing attention to herself (though Ixchal keeps an extra-sharp eye out,) Miri visits the various merchants that deal in the odd substances she requires. For the most part she finds what she needs at Natala's Mystic Shop, but gem merchants and alchemists get their share of her coin.
Later in the morning
Finally, she returns home, locking the door behind her. She rolls her shoulders after setting down her purchases, trying to ease the knot of tension between her shoulderblades.
I hate carrying around that much coin...
Dismissing the matter from her mind, she proceeds to set out the various components, making sure that each is exactly as she needs it. The opal is ground to a finer degree .oO(This will give it such a lovely iridescent glow...), the salamander blood (dried and powdered,) is set over a brazier to heat to just the right temperature...
Ixchal patrols the kitchen, ensuring that nothing enters the workspace.
And Mirielle works.
"The funny thing is that the ground is probably softer than the bed I've been using," Joseph says to himself. "I wonder what happened to Elise, I should probably check in on her."
[to the Last Lich Inn]
. o O (Venison soup, venison soup, time to have some venison soup.)
Voice: "Tuk ya dam tihme."
Turns on heel, having walked past the butcher shop.
Donnavin: "Sorry. I was sleeping."
Butcher: Grunt
The burly man turns into his shop and grumbles before coming back out with a pair of oilskins. "Thr yu'go."
Donnavin: "Thanks."
Holding the oilskins in both arms heads back towards the SSAG.
His key opens the door and he shakes his limbs with a clatter of steel as he steps inside, wondering why he didn't wear his scarf today. "I'm home, Miri!" He cranes his neck to the side slightly as he gets a glimpse of the activity in the kitchen.
Miri's voice is cheerful, but tired.
I was just putting things in order... Nothing more I can get done tonight.
She puts a cover on a jar, and gently lays a cloth over some other things. An acrid odor lingers in the air, and it is obvious that no food will be prepared in this kitchen until the work is finished.
It is going well! I'll have this done by tomorrow night.
It's only the first layer of enchantment -- until we get some more cash coming in, I don't want to sink everything into it. Oh -- the opal powder I found was very nice, you'll have a lovely glow on the blade.
Miri's eyes sparkle with delight as she speaks.
I suppose if I put my mind to it, I could do a red glow. There's a certain rapport with necromancy there, but somehow pink just comes naturally to me.
What? Is there a problem?
I hadn't thought of that... Well, I can keep the shade of pink minimal, but the sword will glow. Sort of sparkly... iridescent.
It won't be so noticeable in daylight, actually, if I keep the shade of pink light.
She looks up at Gamis anxiously.
And the color won't bleed in the rain, either.
She frowns suddenly, You're so cold!
Glancing over at the window, Is it that cold out? And I didn't arrange to have dinner sent over...
"I could de-armor and we could go out to eat."
If either of us wants to eat, we'll have to go out, I'm afraid.
She stifles a yawn, and grabs his hand. Come on, I'll help you with your armor.
Miri giggles and flips her cloak around her shoulders.
Funny, now when I'm going out with a big, strong bodyguard, I'm not carrying a thousand gold...
She walks out with Gamis, waiting while he locks the door.
.oO(Turning into quite the late night...)
Where to? I'm famished -- no lunch -- but tired, too.
Maybe we can get something packed for tomorrow night's dinner, too, while we're there...
"Golden Apple tomorrow for breakfast?"
Oh? What's going on with Thosar?
"I mentioned our engagement to him..."
Was the old keep as bad as we'd heard? And why would Natala want to go there?
"As to Natala, I'm not really sure. Maybe her interest is in seeing the undead gone." They approach the door to the LLI. "I'm glad the Mother opposes the undead so strongly... It gives me impunity to dispense with them, unlike with some other parties." Gamis opens the door for Miri, and they go inside to escape the cold and get some dinner.
If Mrs. Weatherby has the room, that might be the best option. They're not going to come all the way from Lilac Ford and only stay a day or two.
She waits while Gamis unlocks the door, then steps inside.
How many people will that be? My parents might consider putting them up...
Tired, yet with the exhilirating feeling that she has not stretched herself to the limits of her ability, Mirielle gazes with pride at the sword lying on the table in front of her.
She grins as she cleans up the kitchen, stowing her gear in a basket then toting it upstairs. As she shifts things about, she repeatedly glances at the sword, glowing softly in the darkening kitchen.
.oO(I really enjoy doing this. And the best part is knowing it's not finished!)
.oO(They're coming along, aren't they... I'll need to get some people together to go to this Hardaja place.)
He climbs the front steps to his house and unlocks the door, stepping inside. "I'm home, darling," he calls as he hangs up his key.
She hops down from the third step, running up to Gamis and catching his hand, smiling joyfully.
Come and see!
She tugs him towards the kitchen.
"Must've turned out pretty good," he jokes as he lets her drag him into the kitchen.
The sword lies on the table, softly shining in pale pink iridescence, the firelight flickering redly in luminescent competition.
Growing a little more familiar with it, he dips the tip towards the floor then hefts and twirls it once, careful of the furniture. He feels its balance again and gives it another experimental swing.
"Need to try it on something..." he says eagerly as he looks around, and out the window.
Her jaw drops, then she laughs, Thank goodness you're a paladin!
"What is going on here? Wha- Mirielle? Is that you? Oh, and Sir Pfaebinn. Is there something-- a glowing sword! What?!"
Mirielle shrugs and laughs a little nervously.
New sword... You know how men are... Heh.
"Let's go back inside," he murmurs to Miri. "You deserve a big thank-you kiss."
Giggling, Miri holds Gamis' hand and hurries back into the house with him.
A firewood chopper! Is that what I've made?
The door shuts, and Miri falls back against the counter, laughing helplessly.
Putting it down again he joins Miri at the counter and kisses her slowly. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes and lips still close to hers.
You're welcome, darling.
Gazing intently into his eyes, she continues, I know that you'll use it well, and honorably.
She pulls him close, returning his kiss.
"Dinner?" he asks after a moment.
In the basket, in the cellar keeping cool.
She gives him a playful swat, and turns to gather plates and cups for their meal.
"Now the sword's done, what's your next project, darling?" the paladin asks as he sets the basket on the counter.
Well, I always have research, learning new spells...
I'd considered making some healing potions that we could keep in the cellar against our next expedition. But, I should see how cost-effective that would be.
She finishes setting out dinner and cups of tea, and sits in her chair.
Gamis takes his seat next Miri. "When we've made some progress with the Flame."
She takes a bite of her sandwich, smiling appreciatively at the seasonings in the falafel.
He sighs and shakes his head. "I'm sorry; I might've asked her more, I suppose... That might not be too helpful.
"I think, before we actually go out to the desert, that we should look her up wherever she's hunting bounties and let her know that the expedition will be soon. She might be able to tell us more then."
Yes, finding Janis would be a good idea. I'd like to know more than that. Climate and such... whether they exhibited intelligence...
She picks up a slice of pickled turnip and nibbles it.
"First I should go back to Hardaja, but I'm going to need some help. Darkar's aide Silmarwen is interested in it, but she's out of town right now with him; Hermy's going to be busy. Aric would probably be okay with going there again..."
You really want to return to that pit of darkness?
.oO(Of course he does... it's a festering hell of evil. It should be eradicated.)
Ixchal squirms up to Miri's lap, then pokes her head over the edge of the table. Scenting falafel, pickled turnip, bread, and yogurt sauce, she sneezes in disgust and scampers off to hunt mice.
"I've got a couple reasons to sleep easily, though," he says, smiling at her as he begins to eat a little more earnestly now.
The meal finished, the basket is put away. Gamis returns his old sword to its previous place after giving it a layer of oil, then puts his newly-enchanted blade on his belt again. Ixchal returns from hunting with a doormouse in her mouth, which she chooses a corner of the house to eat in. The paladin and the wizardess clean up from dinner, then climb the stairs together.
Joseph steps outside and leans against the wall by the door. He sets down his sack and beings to play his mandolin outside Natala's store while waiting for Tycho to finish.
"Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
say could that lad be I?"
Occassionally a passerby discards a copper or silver piece into the sack.
.oO(I have to hurry back, its almost time for my lesson with Kotov...)
Before Tycho got very far, he saw Joseph sitting against a wall. Realising it might be a good idea to thank him again, Tycho approaches.
"Joseph, thank you again. It went really well. You earned that money. If you need anything from me in the future, find me and I will see what I can do. I'm sorry, but I have to run."
[to Hightower]
"Well, I guess I better get back to the Last Lich," he says to himself.
Joseph collects his sack off the ground with its four silver and ten copper pieces. He starts walking to the inn.
Julia walks through the city, avoiding the busier streets. She looks around for an Inn that seems decent and affordable.
[To LLI]
Forgot to put this in the last one
Pulling her cowl over her head, she exits the boarding house and, with a mind for music, she heads to the Last Lich.
.oO(the ale therre isn'a as good as Marrroc's, but therre's a stage.)
to the LLI
.o0(Hmm, looks decent enough, and there's no harm in enquiring after prices. At least I'll get to sit down for a while.)
With that, she enters the Inn.
[to LLI]
On the way to the boarding house, Tagg crosses into the park once more. Deciding to admire nature's distinguished look under the night sky he stands in the middle of the park and looks around for a few moments..
.oO( Okay, I think I've seen enough.. I'd better get back to the boarding house. )
.oO( Just a little bit longer... )
Somewhat drawn to the spot his mind slowly seems to fade.. A similar sensation to that he experienced in the woods.. but he is unable to make the conscious connection at the moment, not daring to take any thoughts for fear of disturbing the feeling of peace and balance.. Eventually a foreign yet familiar sounding voice calmly sounds in his mind in low almost whispered tones..
[i]I see you have been drawn to my beauty once again..
.oO( Huh..? )
Tagg is somewhat confused at the arrival of the voice, and it seems to chuckle softly, amused.
No need to be alarmed... I have come to relieve you. I am pleased with your work..
.oO( But.. but what are you? )
O naiive one, I am Nature. I am Mother of all Earth and all Sea.
.oO( . . .)
The voice chuckles again.
I'd think you would recognize after our encounter in the woods..
.oO( Yes.. yes, i recall that. But what do you mean 'our encounter?')
All will be revealed in due time. . .
.oO( What.. what is this about? )
No response comes. His mind goes blank once more and time loses track of itself. Slowly he snaps back to his regular consciousness sometime later.. He stays rooted to the spot for a few moments, distraught with what had just happened. After a few moments of drawing unsuccessful conclusions, he begins to walk towards the boarding house again, feeling enlightened on a certain level but mostly filled with more confusion.[/i]
prepared Entangle
to Weatherby Boarding House
*she turns and heads down the street back towards the SSAG to talk with Volos*
To SSAG
*she stops on the side of the street and thinks for a moment*
.oO(Where would I be able to find Tensek? I don't think he would go to the LLI..though I did see him at the winter festival...)
*she looks down at Nobody's*
.oO(Well I am to find anyone..I am sure Marroc would know..)
*she heads down the corner street and walks to Nobody's*
To Nobody's
[To the adventer, yah!! :D]
Joseph walks out of the Last Lich Inn craddling his mandolin.
As Joseph walks he sings and plays his mandolin.
A gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
He walks passed a couple who donate a silver piece to Joseph. He repays them with a nod and smile.
She left her father's castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
The bard makes his way towards one of the parks as he plays.
She left behind her velvet gown
And shoes of foreign leather
They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang
As they rode off together.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Joseph passes another couple who also give a piece of silver to Jospeh.
[i]Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
Beside her gyspy lover.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.[/i]
Joseph walks into the park and plays for the small family there.
Her father saddled up his fastest stead
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Joseph steps up on a stone bench and finishes the song.
Her father saddled up his fastest stead
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee.
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
"Have you forsaken your house and home?
Have you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear
For a whistling gypsy rover?"
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Her father leapt from his thund'ring steed
He seized the Gypsy Rover
Said, "You'll dangle at the end of the hangman's threed,"
For the taking o' my daughter.
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
"but Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Joseph finishes and bows.
"Thank you! It is an honor," Joseph says to a mild applause.
[Made five silver pieces]
.oO(I am starting to be quite sure this address is not right. I'll have to ask from Natala if she can remember what sort of person ordered this, a half-a-pound of dried cloudberry leaves.)
Shrugs and continues his search. After twenty minutes, stops and pulls out his holy symbol. Lets it dangle freely at the end of cord and concentrates for few moments.
.oO(This will be a far shot, but...)
Whispers barely audibly.
Let the path be shown.
Opens his eyes and looks to the direction the holy symbol is "looking" at.
She's lost, finding herself in a part she's not been before. .o0(I so need to work on my sense of direction
)Turnng around to backtrace, she bumps into Codrian, who was staring the other way.
Excuse me, I didn't see you for a moment there.
Julia's looking a bit flustered and frustrated.
No need to apologize, miss. I am the one standing put on a busy street.
After a moment adds.
Excuse me miss, but you look little lost, can't find the place you're looking for?
She smiles wrily, and runs a hand through her hair. Sighing, she looks around her and then at Codrian.
Do you know a place to get something to eat? Nearby?
Couple of hundred yards to that direction as bird flies, is the market square. On the side of the square is two inns, Last Lich and Blue Pumpkin. Either of those or one of stalls on the square should offer wanted meal.
More nearby... I think there was a vendor hawking his wares few corners ago. I just hope it wasn't that old fellow with most plain tasting meat pastries ever.
.oO(Why do I feel all sudden that there's more in this parcel than meets eyes. Let's see...)
Suddenly focuses his eyes on the parcel.
Just a moment, miss... I'll show you to the vendor in few moments, have to handle one thing first...
Says a short phrase and makes a gesture with his hand. Eyes the parcel critically and then nods satisfiedly. Continues with another arcane phrase and some gestures. Whispers barely audibly.
Allewy Street, 5th alley, eighth hour. Quantitative.
Then looks at Julia again and nods.
Shall we go find the pastry vendor?
That vendor sounds good.
She walks along with him for a couple of minutes, before asking What was that you just did? It didn't look like something a priest normally does.
Yes, you are correct, I didn't call divine help with a prayer. And yes, most of priests, regardless of their chosen deity, think their called spellcasting ability much removed from the magic that wizards use. But, in the end, all magic is just same... only the way one manifests it and where it originates from differs.
I've just been gifted to know "both sides of the fence" as one priest put it in past.
But you are a priest too? How can you use divine magic without prayer?
Both sides? If both magics are the same, how can there be two sides?
It can be said that there are sides... as it is the easiest way to picture everything and to explain as well. Priests, as well druids, call forth spell energy allowed to them by their chosen deity or spirit. Thus, they access a pool of energy not inherent to them... more like calling things to be. On the other hand, mages use their will and physical mastery of "idle" magic energy to shape their spells. Thus, while all of these spellcasters use same magic, which can be seen in existence of similar spells, the way they access energies and what limits their abilities differ. Henceforth, it's easier to speak of sides than to try exactly distinguish nature of magic.
And how many priests would like to be thought to be same kind with mages, anyway?
Waves ahead where a man is standing beside a cart.
Here we are, miss. Nice talking to you, but I really should get on with my task. Until the Spirit makes us meet again.
Casts another arcane spell and starts striding effortlessly at normal person's jogging speed.
The bard starts walking back to the Last Lich Inn.
Good luck with the task. When the Spirit deems fit.
She turns to the vendor, and orders a meatpastry. After paying, she walks off, eating and noting her way. .o0(Not bad, at least he didn't take me to that one with the most plain tasting ones.)
[to the Last Lich Inn]
.o0(On to the so called Nobodys Inn then.)
He walks a bit further, eventually running into the "Nobodys Inn" sign.
This will be a fine experience.
Tyros enters the inn very cautiously.
[to nobodys inn]
Noticing it's getting dark, she makes her way back to the LLI for the night.
[to LLI]
Tyros' stomack begins to grumble as he walks, straight past the Last Lich Inn. Turning around, he enters the inn.
[to last lich inn]
*she steps out into the frigid air and raises the hood of her cloak*
.oO(I am going to need to find a place to change soon)
*she sees the temple of ordo off in the distance and heads towards the church*
To Graveyard
What?
Tyros stares at the ladys eyes, without minding that it's impolite to do so.
Hello. I am looking for a place to rest.
The woman returns to sweeping the floor.
So you are...
Tyros makes a frown at the woman's lack of hospitality. Deciding that he would get the simple information he wanted from that particular person, just for the challenge of it.
I was wondering...
There's a good hobby...
Tyros rolls his eyes. She was begining to get to his nerves.
Can you tell me where I can find a boarding house or something that looks like it?
Can't you see I'm busy? I've got seven kids to look after and there's...
Now that's what I call a good hobby! The sooner you tell me where I can find a place to rest, the sooner I'll leave you to your hobbys.
The woman takes an angry gaze at Tyros, but soon enough wishes she hadn't: Tyros' eyes were almost burning with inner anger. He just wanted a small information and that woman was making him even more tired. She looks down to the broom and continues the cleaning, as she mumbles.
You can find the Weatherby's Boarding House if you take that small road on your left and then a quick right. You just have to folow towards the big church of Ordemetrex, after that. You'll find it in the way.
Thank you!
[i] Tyros turns to take the road on his left and continues his path to the Boarding house. [i]
.oO( Now there's an unfriedly elf if I ever saw one. )
[To WBH]
Tyros stretches his arms and legs as the pale sun of the winter greets him.
.oO( What should I do today? Maybe I'll explore the town.)
Tyros strolls down the avenue, finding himself in a place full of people yelling and wandering about.
[To marketplace]
Joseph steps out from the alley access to the stables and pulls a stray piece of straw from his hair.
It wouldn't do for the public to see me so unkept.
Joseph pauses before walking off.
Well... I am already at the Inn... perhaps I should just perform there today?
Joseph turns around and walks in the front door.
[back to Last Lich Inn]
No, Ixchal, you may not sniff at it!
Scooping up the weasel, she scritches her familiar on the neck and cuddles her before placing her back on the floor. Judging that the potion has cooled enough, she caps the vial and sets it in a box, tucking packing materials around it to keep it safe.
Work all day, for one potion... she mutters with disgust. Of course it's worth it to keep Gamis alive, but still...
She carries the box to the cellar, and places it on a shelf.
Joseph steps out into the brisk night air and pauses to check the directions while he has access to light.
It isn't too late to change your mind, surely things have calmed down at the Point. Or there are plenty of other places you could go.
Stop being a coward. What is the worst that can happen? Other than being cut up into slabs and being sold off as meat? Joseph pauses in thought.
Yup... you're going to die.
Joseph sets off according to the directions.
It's a modest sized house, in need of a paint job and some work on the roof, but not the worst looking house in the neighborhood.
At least it doesn't have the large barking dogs tied up in front like so many of the other houses around it.
It looks like someone might be awake in the house. A window on the second floor and one next to the front door have light coming from them in any case.
He walks up to the door and knocks--more of a tap--once quietly.
Noone is home... I tried... guess I better forget about it.
Joseph's conscience steps in. [i]But you gave your word to talk to Bob.[/i]
Joseph knocks three times and waits for someone to answer the door.
The door handle jingles, and then the door opens inward slowly. A stream of light pours out and then a large form blocks the light.
"Wat da ya want?"
The man speaking towers a good foot above Joseph, though looking at his face, is probably years younger.
"Ya aint tryin' ta sell somethin' are ya?"
Little Bob folds his arms across his chest.
This is going to be a long night.
"Father's a very busy man, he aint got time ta lissen ta beggers ar salesmen."
"I'll ask ya one more time."
"About wat?"
Begger? His vision must be impaired by his high altitude.
"Father! "
Little Bob turns back to Joseph. "Where is she? I warned Father about letting her go back to that job."
A voice comes from inside the house. "Wat is it?"
"There's a man here about Elise!"
"Wat!"
The sounds of someone heavy running echoes down the hallway, as Big Bob dashes for the door.
"Elise is fine, she is at the Lich Inn. She just wanted me to talk to her father," Joseph tries to defuse the situation.
"May I come in and speak with you?"
[To WBH]
Joseph tries to resist fidgeting, but under the dual gazes of the Bobs he sways as he redistributes his weight between his cold feet.
"So... may I come in? Or should I turn around and return back?" Joseph askes.
Be a shame to come all this way for nothing, Joseph thinks.
"Wat da ya want ta talk about my Elise?"
"Well, Elise wanted me to explain to you that performing for a crowd of people is a job as much as a being a butcher, waitress, or city guardsman. Performers are paid just like everyone else," Joseph says. "Performers provide a service, they help people relax after working, so that they don't forget what they are working for."
"So ya are the guy that got my little girl knifed are ya?"
Little Bob cracks his knuckles behind his father. Big Bob makes his hands into fists.
"Don't think I don't know wat ya are tryin' ta do. An if I catch ya within' a mile of my Elise again, ya'll be singing with a higher voice."
"My little girl aint gunna waste her life with a useless performer." He spits out the last word.
"My Elise is going ta marry Edwin and have a fine life in a fine house."
"Do you understand me boy?"
"I apologize for wasting your time."
Joseph carefully backs away.
Huge success Joseph, he thinks.
He quickens his pace once he is out of sight of the Bobs.
He hurries back to the Last Lich Inn.
Elise wasn't kidding when she said 'Old Fashion'.
I have half a mind to pursue her just to spite that old man.
An if I catch ya within' a mile of my Elise again, ya'll be singing with a higher voice."
Time to choose Patches... spite the old man, and risk life and limb or never return to the Last Lich Inn.
*she exits the house and walks down the street passing by the LLI, seeing a man staring at the inn*
.oO(People are so odd these days...)
*as she passes him she notices him as the bard from the Winter Festival*
.oO(I wonder why he would be just staring at the inn....)
*she walks over to him*
Excuse me.. is there something wrong sir?
"Yes, there is something very wrong. I have been threatened with... well the threat doesn't matter. But I have to decide between never returning to that inn, or having the threat attempted."
Threat? What kind of threat?
I don't mean to delve into your business, but if there is something wrong.. I would like to help if I can.
"He threatened my body and my ability to practice my craft."
Oh...
.oO(Well that can't be good....)
Hmm..well what brought all this on? Last time I heard that it was free to enter an inn that you wish...
*she looks at the inn*
She stay here or something?
"And since he is a butcher, he could probably make a bloke disappear pretty easily. And he wants her to marry some city guard."
"How exactly do I lay low? I am a bard; I make my living by being noticed," he explains.
*she muses*
Well I can talk to this girl and explain to her what is going on in case she should try to look for you and I can get her work schedule from my friend.
As for place to stay there is Nobody's down by the market which would be a good place since no one really bothers into anyone's business there and there is also a boarding house not to far from here.
Sure thing.
*she turns around and heads down the street, making sure he is following her*
To Weatherby's
[to Weatherby's]
Ran jogs along the still dark streets of Garic's, making for the park of Agathalos. Once there, he does some breathing exercises and and works on strength and speed rather than stamina. His head cleared, the monk returns home just to freshen up and then goes to the morning practice at Zoli's to learn from the master. Afterwards, tired but satisfied with today's performance, Ran goes back to the boarding house for a late breakfast.
.oO( Maybe they can help me with that blinky story, too.)
[To SSAG]
Joseph walks out into the day and places his black hat on his head. He starts walking.
Joseph scans the area for a nice place to perform for the day. He also takes note of people in nice clothing and where their money pouches are.
That gives me an idea.
Joseph starts to play his mandolin with a concealed joy.
" /7 If I were a rich man... /7 "
You have to think your plan out more before you proceed.
[to Last Lich]
As he walks down the street to the Inn Brand notices the buildings around him. The run down conditions and illrepaired state of them denotes poverty.
.o0(I hope the rest of the city isnt liek this or I may not find any decent work.)
.o0(heh I hope the Inn isnt this bad either, I hope its still open this late, and that I can get a room, or at least a corner to sleep in.)
Brand reaches the end of the road and makes the left turn. He wanders down that road a bit until he finally sees the sign of the Nobodys Inn. He double checks his hood and mask, then opens the door and goes in.
"I'm home, darling," he announces, closing the door behind him.
Gamis! Hello, darling.
Standing on tiptoe, resting her hands on his chest, she deposits a kiss on his mouth.
Let me get out of this smelly apron. I've just finished putting things away, but haven't cleaned myself up yet.
She steps back, undoing the ties, and calling back over her shoulder as she heads for the kitchen, So, how was practice?
He shifts in his armor.
I'll bet you want out of that armor.
So, they need a... field trial? What if I took a couple of them with me when I take the harp to Ashina's parents?
"Perhaps a field trial of some sort..." he sighs, a little wistfully. "The thought of them in combat is sobering, though... Their performance and survival are my responsibility and all. Escorting you does sound like an idea if Malifaeyr will allow it. I can talk to him about it.
"I should try to hunt down Aric, too, if we're to go back to that pit again."
Ixchal bounds around their feet, playing "Bite the armor straps."
I've finished three potions of healing. They're not very strong, though.
I suppose I should see if I can work out a deal with Natala to make stronger ones.
"I know a couple spells that would probably make good potions, too."
Mm? What do you have in mind?
You'd have to stay home, though, so you could be here at the right time to cast it.
"Another one would be good for if someone was frozen by a ghoul or similar, especially since I rarely have that spell ready. I have the feeling that there's a stronger healing spell just barely beyond my grasp at the moment... Something for ignoring fire or cold or similar... And wiping away poison's effects is always nice." He rests the side of his jaw against her head gently.
Is this your way of keeping me barefoot and in the kitchen?
"Well, like you said, I'd end up locking myself in there with you at the same time..."
Sure, but I'd be too busy with the potion to appreciate it!
Anything that helps you against the undead would be good in that horrible, horrible place...
He kisses her lightly. "I'll take a day off next week to help you with any potion you want... After you're done with me, it'd probably be a good opportunity to try and find out more about that place."
She smiles and returns his kiss.
You're right; at least you won't be going in blind.
She raises an eyebrow.
Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? It seems to me that Ixchal and I were a bit of a help, last time.
Joseph walks in the dawn light scouting for a good place to perform later today.
Has to be somewhere I can find a wealthy patron... Joseph thinks.
He pulls his mandolin around to the ground and starts to play.
.oO(This will be an interesting hunt. I'll learn much with this man.)
Good evening, Sir Dumboven. Shall we?
Joseph sings to himself as he walks back.
"Bought me a cat and the cat pleased me,
I fed my cat under yonder tree.
Cat goes fiddle-i-fee."
[to Last Lich Inn]
Brand steps into the street and heads north in hopes of getting to the guard chapter house. As he does so he pulls the hood of his cloak over his head and adjusts his mask. He wraps his cloak around himself in the chill morning air.
He passes through the market, taking some time to look at what the merchants are selling as he passes by.
.o0 (well I can't spend any money just now, I must save this until I can find some more income or else I'm in trouble.)
After a while and a few wrong turns Brand finally makes it to the chapter house. He takes a deep breath and adjusts his mask and goes inside.
to the chapter house
"Ok."
Guard: "S'you again!"
Donnavin: Looks at the guard. "Hi"
Guard: "You two take care out there lads. Heard rumor's 'bout Orcs an' the like up north. Lead by dragons and demons and other things. Nasty business."
Donnavin: "Ok."
Guard: "Wait, you never went hunting with no'un 'fore. Who're you lad?" Holds a hand out to Tyros.
Joseph walks the streets again and heads back to the Palace to continue performing.
He arrives at the position he was at to find it occupied by another performer.
Well so much for that plan.
Might as explore the city then
Joseph pauses. I wonder where I could find Julia, he thinks. I haven't seen her in a while. Nor Tycho... I hope things are going fine with the tower and working at Natala's.
Joseph stops a passerby.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find the temple of Thalos?" Joseph askes.
"You mean the Church of Agathalos, right? If you follow this thoroughfare towards the north gate, you should see the church and park on your.. right? Yes, on your right."
"Thank you, have a nice day."
Joseph heads towars the north gate and sure enough he finds a park and then the church.
[to Church of Agathalos]
Hello. No, I never have. I'm new to town. I'm Tyros.
Tyros eyes the guard's hand strangely.
.o0(Well, that wasn't what I wanted to hear. Striker... maybe I'm not ready to bring him in, alone, but maybe I can learn about him some.)
.o0(What was the name of that other place Marroc told me about?...Silver Sword Adventuring Guild...ware house district, west....well I may as well see what requirements they have even if I don't meet them.)
(Growl)
.o0(Heh, but first...lunch.)
When Brand reaches Nobodys Inn he goes inside for a bit of lunch.
to nobodys inn
. o O (Something that needs quiet... Mmmm?)
Llyala prances back and forth.
"Ok, go hunt."
Llyala tears into the underbrush and quickly disappears.
"The Hightower is the local wizards guild. They punish those that abuse magic in the city," Joseph says as he and Julia leave the church.
As they walk, Joseph looks around to note where roads connect and to try to make a mental map of the city.
Laws are man made anyway, and what's good in one city, might be bad in another.
She takes in the scenery and tries to remember her way.
Joseph pauses to allow Julia to take in the scene on her own.
Does it look like that on the inside too?
"Would you like to go in?" Joseph askes.
"Don't worry, apparently they even allow access to the entry area during the middle of the night... and I am sure the clerk I woke up is off duty right now."
She walks up to the entrance of the High Tower and goes inside.
[to High Tower]
[to the Hightower]
"Mintos Ise gots an idea. Let's head backs ta the guild."
*The two halflings turn around and return home.*
Willing himself to awareness, Ran focuses completely inward and tries to become conscious of the processes stimulated by the exercise. When the exercise ends, he suddenly feels the cold and his heart begins to pulse as he comes out of the meditative state too abruptly. Ruefully, the monk takes a few cleansing breaths as he slows down his pulse again.
I forgot again - the technique comes first, trying to understand it can't be allowed to interfere until it's become second nature. Still, I feel like I'm getting closer.
After the lesson, Ran hurriedly helps with sweeping the courtyard and then hurries to the market.
Cassius takes a minuter to get his bearings then moves in the direction of the market place
.oO(So nice that old Hobart sweeps the courtyard every week. Certainly worth our share of his fee.)
Ixchal leaps past the broom, hotly pursuing a transient leaf caught in the breeze, and Miri chuckles. Looking up at the evening sky, she shivers.
.oO(It's going to be a cold, stormy night. I'd better hurry with my shopping.)
She calls Ixchal back, locks the door, and puts on her heavy cloak. Exiting by the front door, she locks it as well, then pulls her cloak tight and heads for the market square.
Brand steps out of the Inn and loosk to the sky.
.o0(maybe this isnt the best night to do this, eh... forget it I'll do it anyways)
Brand sets off for the shanty town, but realizes he does not know where that is.
.o0(Genius move there Brand... next time ask where the place is at..)
Brand walks south to the city gate looking for a guard. Finally finding one at the gate.
Excuse me sir, can you please tell me where the shanty town is?
Eh, its right through the gate. Why would you want to go there this time of night though? It isnt the best place to be.
Brand gives no reply, he walks through the gate and as he does so he straps his shield to his left fore arm.
.o0(Heh, well that was simple)
.o0(Just keep a level head, stay on guard, and don't get cocky. This 'alftuck fellow is obviously good at what he does, I just hope I'm better in a fight.)
to shanty town
.o0(How these people live in these shanty huts? so small, so dirty looking, so packed together... FOCUS BRAND! pay attention, you dont want to be caught of guard, not here..)
Brand stops to light a torch and then continues his walk through the shanty town.
She leisurely walks away from the tower.
That certainly was informative. Good to know I don't need a permit. But I wonder why us not.
Joseph replaces his hat on his head and slows his pace while his eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Julia," Joseph whispers, "can we walk slower for a second, I want my eyes to adjust before he stray far from the high tower. The last time I was out with a beautiful woman at night, a pair of halfling muggers thought they could get lucky. She nearly died. I'ld rather not take any chances."
Joseph surveys their surroundings with an almost paranoid dedication.
Alright. But she survived. How is she doing now?
.o0(Beautiful? Who does he mean? Me?)
She blushes slightly and hopes it's dark enough to cover it.
[size=1]"There, I think I've adjusted, what about you?"[/size] Joseph askes.
Yes, pretty much so. We don't have to go on whispering, do we? That would attract unwanted attention even more.
"Perhaps we should hurry back to the Inn, it is late... rather early." Joseph rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath to preempt a yawn.
She stretches for a moment, and then walks with Joseph to the Inn.
[to LLI]
Originally posted by Brand
Brand walks through the shanty town, he keeps his shield up, but it drops every now and then as his mind wanders from his task.
.o0(How these people live in these shanty huts? so small, so dirty looking, so packed together... FOCUS BRAND! pay attention, you dont want to be caught of guard, not here..)
Brand stops to light a torch and then continues his walk through the shanty town.
The smell from the near by middens hangs over the area like a fog, and seems to permeate everything.
There are very few people out and about. And those that are avoid looking at Brand and hurry away from him.
From the corners of his eyes, Brand can see people peering out of windows as he passes. But when he turns around to look they duck out of sight.
Brand continues his walk through the streets of the shanty town.
.o0(whew, smells a bit..)
.o0(well this has been rather, um... dull)
Brand heads back to Nobodys Inn
.o0(man am i tired...must go get some sleep)
Brand uneventfully passes through the gates, and makes it abck to the inn.
into Nobodys Inn
oO(I hope she stil has her shop open, I would love to get started tomorow)
Returning from her shopping, she unlocks the door impatiently. Ixchal scuttles inside, looking as meek as a weasel can...
Honestly, Ixchal, what could possibly have possessed you to attack that woman's cloak fringe? Admittedly, it was a visual atrocity, but still! It was her clothing!
She takes the purchases to the kitchen and gets dinner started, then drapes the victimized cloak over a chair.
And to think I had to buy this monstrosity from that cow just to calm her down...
Mirielle gazes with dismay at the hideous garment, while Ixchal, unable to restrain herself, again attacks the dangling fringe, with it's balls and bobbles of yarn.
.o0(Hmm, I better get some food for the road, don't know if I'll be able to stay here long if I can't find something that pays pretty soon... and it can always be used as a snack later..)
Brand heads off to the market to get soem food stuffs.
to the market square.
Suddenly realizing that Gamis will be home soon, Miri gasps, bundles up the hideous cloak, and shoves it into the mudroom off the kitchen.
She whirls around the kitchen, setting the table and heating the soup, not noticing that she has shut her familiar in the mudroom with the cloak.
.oO(I should try my breastplate on Da'Vane soon and see if it's going to need any modification...)
"I'm home, darling," he calls out as he hangs up his key. Something nags at his perception after he does so, and he can't put his finger on it at first. He looks around to try to pick out what's missing, but notices nothing. "Hmm."
Darling, hello, dinner is about ready. I have some bread warming, and the stew is heating as well.
Ahh... Well, she was, um...
She tries to reach Ix empathically, but hears nothing.
She came home with me...
Mirielle trots down the basement steps, carrying a lamp.
Ix?
No, she isn't down here...
As he nears it, he hears a frantic scratching, and Miri turns sharply.
There she is! She was asleep -- but in there?
As Gamis reaches for the door, Mirielle remembers what is in there, and her hand flies to her mouth and she reddens.
"Come on out of there, you little rascal... How did you--" He breaks off as he sees the bundle of the cloak. "Where did that come from?" The paladin glances over his shoulder at his fiancé, taken aback by the blush.
She twists her hands in the towel.
Well... We were in the market, and there was this matron, and Ixchal found her fringe... fascinating. She tore a little of it, and I ended up buying the darn thing just to shut the lady up...
Gamis bends down and picks it up, holding it arm's length to take in the complete... effect.
"Well, I guess I see why she was fascinated by it... And I suppose she's picked out an addition to her nest. Either that or we can use it for rags or dirty work of some sort."
She wrinkles her nose, looking at the fabric.
The wool is functional, after all. Just... ugly. Really ... ugly.
Gamis re-bundles the cloak and returns it to its previous place, closing the door.
"Well, hopefully it's not the kind of ugly that'll break the door down and attack us during dinner if we don't take care of it right now."
Armor. Off. She says in a mock-commanding voice, then giggles. Any girl who thinks armor is romantic has never tried to get a hug through it!
"Have you thought about what potion you want us to make?"
Going back to that pit of evil, we should consider what will protect us against the undead. You have a spell to reverse some of the energy draining attacks of the undead, correct?
*Walking beside the old woman, Tynk relaxes his pace as to not stress her. He turns the fringe of the Marketplace north twards the Temple and park.*
"What is your name, and how is it that you are my Grandmother? As far as I know, both my dad's and my mom's mothers are both passed-on Agathalos rest them."
Shenna: "I am Shenna, and I am the mother of your real mother. Until a few weeks ago I didn't know my grandson yet lived. Brejann...your father wrote to me and told me about you. I was quite surprised...as well as impressed. You have your mother's eyes."
*She stops and Tynk doesn't notice until he takes another step, then turns around to face her. His own face is a mask of questions he cannot find the words for.*
.oO(Brejann, then she does know my father.)
"Real mother...?"
Shenna: "Yes. In the letter he sent me your father had a request. He hoped that you knowing the truth would make you feel more comfortable."
*They continue walking slowly, side by side.*
Shenna: "He said he did not tell you because you were so young when Re...your mother died."
*She hesitates, recalling something.*
.oO(This is too much...what should I say.)
"I...am finding this hard to swallow...forgive me."
Shenna: "I know it's hard. You need to know the truth, and if you are anything like your mother you have a strong will."
"..."
"How did she die?"
*Shenna takes her time to gather her answer, choosing her words carefully and talking slowly.*
Shenna: "Your father brought her back...gosh they were a foolish pair. Your mother was Magi, like yourself. Your father good with a sword. Both had visions of glory and wealth shinning in there eyes, and they were quite successful. In fact, the bards sing of some of their adventures."
Shenna: "But Reanala and Brejann took a wrong job one day, and Reanala was lost. She fell..."
Shenna: "When your father brought her back, she had already passed on. Brejann stayed at your mother's grave for a long time after the last patch of dirt was laid on her grave."
.oO(Why didn't he tell me...?)
Shenna: "You were only two then, and I was sad when he took you from my care."
*Tynk takes his first good look at the old woman walking next to him. Her thin hair falls down in faded blond streaks below her shoulders. Her haunched form makes her a little shorter than Tynk, and her moves are that of a woman in the mid stages of fighting off the later years.*
.oO(She still has much life left in her...but the years have been hard I can tell.)
"Why have I never seen you before?"
*The lady considers her answer for a moment, just as the temple comes into view.*
Shenna: "Your father promised me I would see you one day, and that he would tell you the truth. You must understand though, that he wanted very much for you to live a normal life.
Shenna: I recieved one letter from him after he left, some year later, telling that he had re-married your step-mother and was expecting his third child...your sister. He also said you, at the age of four, did not know the truth about your mother, and that he would wait until you are old enough to understand."
.oO(I knew he was holding something secret...)
To Church of Agathalos
They sit down to dinner, suffering Ixchal's energy having apparently been boosted by her long, enclosed nap. With the soup finished, they move the couch in front of the hearth again for the rest of the evening before going upstairs to bed.
Shenna: "I can walk from here, my house is just up the street."
.oO(She is avoiding my seeing the house.)
"I insist I bring you to your door. Besides, how will I visit if I do not know where you live?"
*She has no answer, but still looks about to protest. A look of shame adds more wrinkles to her already stress-effected skin.*
Shenna: "Very well..."
*As the two come to the woman's house, Tynk can see what she means by 'humble'.*
.oO(Oh my...)
*The small house looked like is was built well...and among the first houses built in Garic's. In dire need of maintnance, the house is truly humble at best. It's wood-boards look weathered and cracked, but still whole. The windows are mere clothes stretched about the openings, although thick enough to keep out the worst of the cold. The chimney is crumbles about the top, and it can be seen were birds have made their nests about the base of the roof. Poorly patched holes also speckle its top.*
"Shen...um, Grandma. You must let me help you fix some of this. This is no way to live!"
Shenna: "Tynk, Tynk. Did I not tell you I live humbly. Agathalos provides for me. Their church helps keep the house well enough to live in and provides me with food. I make a little extra money on the side selling wood-carvings to provide with tea and and a sweet once in a while. Every so often I get a new book, or read one of the few I have again. I am quite happy living this way."
*After a long look at her stopped at the front door, Tynk can see she tells the truth. He smiles at her his boyish grin, and his grandmother smiles back. They hug and Tynk wisper in her ear...*
"I am so happy you have found me...and thank-you for telling me the truth."
Shenna: "Never in my sixty years has anyone ever thanked me for the truth. Most would rather live a lie. You are every bit your mother Tynk, and then some. For the most part that is a good thing."
*She winks and Tynk could swear a tear dropped in that as she turns and goes into her meager house. Tynk stands a moment before turning and heading back the way he came.*
To Church of Agathalos
Walks with Julia briskly towards the tavern. Tries to draw his hat to cover his ears better, but without success as the hat is designed for more warmer climes.
Around the next corner. Then we'll be again indoors and not in this cold.
Enters the small tavern with Julia. A short, fat man comes to greet them at the door and ushers the pair to a table, while grinning all the time widely.
Day's special, for two, please, Enriq.
When the man has left them, speaks to Julia.
Well, what brought you to this city?
She sits down and relaxes some, not really listening to the order.
At the question, she looks up at Codrian.
What brought me here? The road, mainly.
Smiles and pours both of them a glass of cider.
I ended up here quite same way. Though, I didn't mean to stay here as long as I have.
Raises his glass a bit.
So, to the Road?
To the Road, and wherever it may lead us.
She sips her cider and sets her glass down.
It looks like a nice city, and I'd like to stay for awhile. But with limited funds, that's not so easy. Do you know of any work?
.o0(well no big rush to get back to nobodys, may as well take my time walkin there.)
Brand begins to hum the tune the musician at the inn played, though he butchers it in his attempts.
.o0(yup you have no career in music, cant even carry a tune you heard only moments ago...)
As he makes his way to Nobodys he makes sure to glance down every alley and dark place as he walks past.
.o0(he could be waiting in anyone of those for his next mark...)
.o0(I could have sworn Enialis went this way. He must have seen me trailing after him or something.)
Minto humms changes to a quieter song as he continues looking for hiding Jackals Scouts.
Not to many people are moving out and about after dark.
Sure there is the occasional group of obviously drunk young men traveling from tavern to tavern, a few city guardsmen patrolling the streets, two older men rushing to get somewhere, a humming halfling and the quiet elf trailing after him, and a few stray dogs fighting over garbage, but nothing out of the usual.
Minto starts walking towards Halandar.
"Just because you don't talk doesn't mean you can't be heard."
"You need to watch where you step a bit more."
Halandar calls out, sheathing his dagger
"Obviously not... I'm not sure Enialis can even speak common, let alone halfling."
Minto moves a bit closer, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"So who are you then?"
"And why are you sneaking around at night pretending to be an elf?"
Minto smiles.
.o0(well, that was a nice walk, not too crowded out this time a day..er night.)
"Well welcome to Garic's city then."
Minto smiles and chuckles.
"You might meet more people if you don't go sulking around though. People tend not to talk to people they can'tr see."
"Or understand."
Minto stops laughing. "It's pretty obvious you speak common, you might want to try that."
"Halfling is such a boorish sounding laungage."
[halfling]what did you say??
Halandar says in puzzlement
"That tells me you at least understand common"
"And you've kept right on responding to me when I've spoken in it."
Minto smiles. "And if you can understand it, you can probably speak it."
"Most halflings can speak common."
"It's a much better laungage for communicating in. Unless you are discussing dinner."
Calls out to the elf.
mani ho naa quena?
what is he saying?
Brand steps out into the street and begins walking at a slow pace towards the Last Lich. Half heartedly trying to stay in the shadows.
.o0(not like the shadows will help me much)
[elven]"Its a disgusting laungage for backwater hicks. It sounds even more crude then orcish."[/elven]
"I prefer to sound civilized."
Originally posted by Brand
Brand steps out into the street and begins walking at a slow pace towards the Last Lich. Half heartedly trying to stay in the shadows.
.o0(not like the shadows will help me much)
As he travels, Brand notices a finely dressed man rumaging through some piles of debris.
then speak elven. could you show me around town?
"But this is a human town."
"So I speak the laungage huumans do."
"It's the polite thing to do. And the better sounding."
"Elvish is a graceful toungue, but doesn't tanslate well for epic stories or songs."
"It's much to gentle."
"I'll stick with common."
Minto looks around to see if he can spot Enialis anywhere, before looking back to Halandar.
"I'm a little too busy right now to be showing you around town."
"Besides it's night. Not much to show."
translation: I don't speak this language
Lose something?
Brand watches the man's movements closely ready to draw sword if anything looks amiss.
"No... Just looking for something someone else lost."
"But if you don't want people to know it, you might want to consider not responding to it a bit better."
"You might be able to fool a few people who aren't linguistic specialist such as myself, but not if you answer someone calling out in common."
"It might be better to put your hand on your ear and mutter 'eh?' instead."
translation: what are you saying?
"If you're going to sound like an idiot, act like one too. Wave your arms about and point a lot."
"Maybe even laugh at inapprobriate moments."
"Spitting would be good for the image as well."
amin uuma rangwair
hello??? I don't understand
"If I didn't know better, I'd almost believe it."
"You almst look confused... well I suppose you are confused for wanting to speak that deadful tongue... but you almost look confused in the not comprehending sort of way."
Minto looks him over again, and laughs.
mani naa ikotane lakwentar
what is so funny?
Easy there, I was just asking, I dont want any trouble.
Brand backs off a few more steps and gives the man a wide berth as he passes him.
.o0(well that was smart brand..)
[halfling]"Uck! Uck! Oim frum the 'ills, an Oim not ta broight. Take advantage of me."[/halfling]
"I suppose it could be a useful deception, but theres otherways of doing that without having to sacrifice your self-esteem."
"You can't be too careful then can you?"
forget you, you're useless
Halandar lurks in the shadows to head back to the establishment that he left.
Minto starts down the street again.
.o0(I've probably lost Enialis for good now... Oh well...)
Minto starts to humm again as he goes.
No I suppose one can't be too careful, what with that 'alftuck mugger out.
Brand pauses a moment to see how the man responds.
"Who or what is that?"
The man's face straightens out.
"There's plenty of regular muggers to worry about."
"I don't need to worry about each individual one."
"I'll worry about them as a group."
Brand backs off a bit more then turns and walks away, but not too far, as he continues his slow 'patrol' of the area around Nobodys Inn
.o0(I hope he doesnt get mugged...jumpy fellow..)
Thinks for a moment before answering.
It depends on whether or not you have some useful skills and on what kind of work you are seeking.
For example, if you are skilled with your hands, it becomes much easier to find an adequate job in some artisan's shop.
Then again, if you are looking to make a lot of money fast, the answer is seeking an adventure. Though, that doesn't always make you rich, but only poorer than what you were before. You could ask from the church if they had anything they'd like you to do.
As for me... I can't craft bows or weapons or whatnot, and thus have to work as a shophand. Of course, having skills with magic helps.
.o0(Well that was uneventful...mmmm sleep)
The dwarfess exits the boarding house, still troubled. Suddenly, a thought comes to her.
.oO(Ah knoow soomeone who seems teh knoow everryone and just aboout everrything! He's the one teh see!)
[to Nobody's Inn]
.o0(How could you forget!? You had better hope that they sell them around here, really... how did you forget your sap?)
.o0(Hmm i better find a guard or some one and ask if there is an armory around here.)
Brand walks a while longer, and sees a guard coming his way on the other side of the street. Brand goes to the guard.
Excuse me sir, I am in need of an armory, could you direct me to one?
The guard pauses and looks at Brand for a bit.
If you head up towards The Last Lich you're gonna come across a road headed northeast to your right, follow that road it should take you all the way to what you're long for.
Thank you very much sir.
Brand heads off following the directions given to him. Eventually getting to the armory.
.o0(I hope they have saps here.)
he goes inside.
to iron wolf armory
Joseph walked onto the street and looked around.
Joseph started walking around. He vaguely paid attention to where he was going.
You need to stretch your legs more often.
[to Last Lich Inn]
I've got some knowledge and skills, but not anything that could be eaily used in a shop. The Church might be best then. She sighs.
That line of conversation is cut short as their food arrives. Two plates filled with food are placed to the table by a young boy.
Boy: "Enjoy your meal."
Thanks.
Tastes the food and smiles.
Good, as always. Enriq's wife, Lasshra is magnificent cook.
It's very good.
She eats the rest of her meal in silence, thinking about what to do.
Enriq: "Good? Lasshra has some slices of our traditional cake remaining. Would you like two slices for dessert?"
It was very good, Enriq. And thanks, we'll take the dessert.
Enriq brings two smaller plates with slice of cake on them.
So, Julia, besides searching for a job, what are you planning to do in future?
I haven't thought about that. Be happy, I suppose. It doesn't sound like much, I know.
Just waiting for something to come up?
I concur that sentiment. But then again, Divine Spirit doesn't want us to plan our lives from birth to death, does he?
She sighs again.
But I know it'll all work out in the end.
By the way, you surely know the grand park around the church. I might recommend traveling to the place where it gets its power to be always green. A short way to west of the city, in the woods, grows an ancient oak. From that tree and the nature spirit living there, gets the park its energy.
But, the meal was good, no? It's starting to get dark outside.
Waves Enriq to come over and pays their meals with few coins [1 gp and 6 sp].
Enriq, give my compliments to Lasshra.
Maybe I will go there. Never seen a nature spirit before.
The meal was very good, my compliments to Lasshra.
Enriq: "I'll tell her."
Codrian stands up and gets his coat on.
Julia, where are you staying?
At the Last Lich Inn. And you?
I'll walk you to the Last Lich as it is on my way.
Talks a while with Enriq, assuring that he'll come by soon again. Then steps out of the warm tavern to the dark and cold streets.
Hrr... It's even colder out here than before.
It sure is cold. Thanks for walking me there. It seems the streets aren't always safe for people to be walking alone.
She walks alongside Codrian.
And yes, I've heard that the city hasn't been one of the most safest places in the past. Or in the present.
What I understand, the city is mostly quite peaceful but occasionally elements from outside seek to disturb the peace.
While talking, they slowly reach the LLI.
There it is. Thanks again.
Good night, Julia.
Bows slightly and then heads towards the boardinghouse.
She bows in return and enters the Inn.
[to LLI]
Brand wanders a bit more then makes his way back to Nobodys Inn, and goes inside.
.o0(too dark I cant see much at all, no time to light a torch though)
"Ferlusycuns!"
"Ferlusycuns! Iwistidmitomeonferlusycuns!"
Hey, whats going on here?!
.o0(hey whats going on here? you need a better line..)
and tries to ready himself for what ever may happen next.
"Moineyaownbusnis!"
I've decided to make this my business, thief.
,o0(well thats his warning..i suppose)
Brand sets himself to rush the littel thing if it tries anything.
It takes off running deeper into the alley way.
.o0(I might be able to catch it, but the man's brother...)
Brand shakes his head
.o0(I am not a healer I would do more harm then good, at least i have a chance to catch the one who did this.)
Brand takes of after the little creature.
The thing stops on the other side.
"Cumininbogfalla!"
Behind him, Brand can hear the injured man gasping for breath.
Brand yells at the creature on other side of fence.
Brand runs back to check the man on the ground.
My name is Brand I am here to help, can you speak?
Brand looks him over best he can to see how bad off he is.
Even in the darkness Brand can see a pool of something growing around the mans upper body. His neck appears to be deeply cut.
Brand quickly rifles through his pack and grabs a few rags to put over the wound in hopes of stems the flow of blood.
.o0(that wont help him to much, its already soaking through em all.)
Brand tries to lift the man to carry him to Nobodys.
str 16 if needed
Brand manages to lift the man up, but that seems to make the blood flow quicker.
Brand goes as fast as he can to Nobodys Inn.
When Brand gets to the door he checks to see if the man is still alive before he goes in.
brand pushes open the door to the inn and steps inside.
*Shuffles to the door of his new-found grandmaothers run-down house.*
.oo(Such an eye-sore...)
*Already in Tynks mind the gears of his architetured mind work to design easy ways to improve the dwelling.*
.oO(I wish there was more I could do...)
*He spends much of the day with her, having lunch and tea before going into a conversation about Tynk's mother. Tynk is quite surprised to find that she (his mother) studied at the Hightower herself and was held in some regard for her skills in protective magics.*
*After some time Tynk goes about the house helping her with many chores and taking care of some of the easier repairs on the house. Before he knows it, it is late and with some level of regret he bids his grandmother goodnight, promising to return to help more with the house later.*
*On his way out, when she is not looking, Tynk slips a gold coin into her worn coat pocket. Then he steps out into the somewhat warm night with thoughts of what he has learned about his real mother...and things he did not know about his father.*
.oO(A swordsman?? My father? I didn't even know he knew what a sword even was...)
*He kicks rocks down the road as he walks.*
"I'll bet that's Tovias. He aint the best at staying quiet."
*Major whispers back.*"Or it could be any of the other thousand people who live in this city. It wouldn't be unusual to see someone you don't know out on the streets."
*Hermy shrugs.*"Well yeah, it coulds be that too."
"But Im a hero. The unusual is usual fer us."
"Let's see who it is."
*Hermy urges Major down the street until he sees who it is coming towards him.*
"Hey! Hi! Tink! What are you doing out of yer tower?"
.oO(I never seen him ride a dog before, and what an unusual looking one too. Almost looks inteligent.)
*He lifts his hands and waves as he draws near.*
"Hermy. It has been some time since I've seen you, but I always seem to hear new stories of your adventures at the inn."
"You always keep busy it seems."
"What a beatiul dog."
*Tynk draws near and bends to pet major.*
*Hermy's face darkens.*
"Ise been pretty busy since then with... personal stuff."
*He forces a smile onto his face when Tynk starts to pet Major.*
"Youse met Major before. He helped us out with the troll."
"They really must be stuffing yer brain too full of them magic words un stuff like that."
*He laughs.*
"What have you been up too?"
"Indeed, I remember Major now, every bit the hero like you to attack such a demon."
*His own face darkens a little, and he considers his words.*
"I recently came to find out more about my family then I was sure I wanted to know. I am left confused and more with questions than answers."
"But previously to that I was on the expedition to the dark castle with Darkar some month ago to retrieve funds too..."
*Catrches himself, realizing he was about to bring up a touchy subject. Tynk obviously is too uncomfortable to continue what he was about to say.*
"Um... thanks."
"I was kinda preocupied with otherstuff ta pay attention ta who went ta help out."
"Un I've been pretty preoccupird since too."
*Hermy sighs.*
"But saving the city is a good way ta take yer mind of yer troubles."
*Hermy shrugs again.*
"What did you finds out about yer family? I recenetly founds out something good."
"Well pretty much good."
"It coulda been better, but it's better then what I thoughtit was."
"But considering all the other stuff Ise found out about my family, just about any thing that don't involve someone killin someone else is good don't you think?"
*Hermy frowns.*
"Ya didn't finds out yer brothers an evil undead assassin that killded yer mother, had yer father sent ta the mines, an then tortured yer wife did you?"
*Hermy quickily corrects his gaffe.*
"Oh wait, of course not."
"You aint got a wife."
"Um..I...no. Just that the woman I thought was my mother isn't, and the one who is I did not know and died when I was young."
*Again Tynk is taken back by the way Hermy can bring out his childhood tendancies to speack jumbled sentences.*
"Good news then?"
.oO(I think he said so...)
"What is the news?"
"Well thats kinda confusing isn't it?, A lots more then what I found out."
"My dead mom tolds me that my dead dad wasn't really dead. My dead broter, well my sorta dead brother,the one that that killed her, got him thrown in the mines before he died. Before my brother died. My dads alive,. Or at least thats what my mom told me. An I'm gunna hafta believe her since she tolds me while I was in the Mothers temple. Right before Alissa tolds me she wouldn't be coming back ta life. An well, you know the old saying."
"The dead don't lie."
"Well except my brother, but he doesn't really count."
"So what you are trying to say is you thought your father was dead?"
"But your deceased mother whom you spoke with before speaking with your deceased wife informed you that your deceased brother had him sent to a mine?"
.oO(This poor halfling.)
"You know, your brother, Kirby, had stabbed me once...he is not very nice."
"He's not."
"An being dead hasn't helped much with that."
*Hermy shakes a thought from his head.*
"But yeah, thats pretty much right."
"As soon as I get a break from saving the city, I'm gunna go finds him."
"I'm pretty sure that nows everyone knows that Kirby was evil, they'll realise that my dad didn't do what ever it is they said he done."
"Dad would never do that."
"What ever it was."
*Hermy shakes his head again.*
"First I've got ta get the Jackal scouts ready ta go scouting and then go scouting, an then..."
"Well then if the city don't need a favor from me, I'll ask one from them."
"Letting my dad go."
*Hermy frowns.*
"I'd really like to do it first. I'm sure being in the mines for all these years can't be the best thing in the world."
"But ifen I know my dad... which I don't, but my mom says he's just likes me... ifen I know him, then Iknow he's want me to put the lives of others ahead of his."
"It's just how heroes tend to think."
"And I think it may help to investigate any details involved in your dads conviction."
"I promosed Cog's brother I'd take the scouts ta bring his wife back to him."
"An I knowq how I felt about my wife, an my dad being just like me woulda felt the same about my mom, so he'd probably be pretty upset with me ifen I didn't help them out likes that."
"We both know what its like ta be aways from our wives. An it aint a good feeling."
*Hermy sighs.*
"But trying ta finds out why he got sent ta the mines might be a good idea."
"Maybe Minto an Brodda coulds do that while I'm out training."
"Theys bards, an bards is good at finding stuff likes that out."
*Hermy starts to shake his head and then stops and smiles.*
"Hey. Maybe you coulds help them out."
"Yer pretty smart an stuff."
"Ya gots ta be ta be a wizard."
"Maybe helping me out with finding my dad will give you ideas on how ta feel abouts what you found out about your mom."
"Theys kinda the same thing except fer the being alive an being dead parts."
"Well, I would be happy to help where I can on the matter of your father."
"In fact, I would like to start the investigation first thing tommorow if Brodda and Minto are up for it."
*Thinks for a moment.*
"I only need to know your father's name, and any other information that may prove useful that you may know about him. Like which mines he is sl...working at."
"Thats what I'm doing right now. Looking fer him."
"We're trying to find the scouts an it could take all night."
"Brodda shoulds be available though."
"She aint with Minto tonight so shes probably in bed."
"At least she better not be."
*Hermys facechanges slightly then resumes its normal expression.*
"She lives in that Weatherby lady's house ifen ya want to go find her in the morning."
"An if Minto cin stay awake I'll sends him ta find the two of you."
*Hermy's face lights up as he starts to talk about his dad.*
"His name is Hermy Woodhome too."
"An he's a writer. He wrote my book of heroic stories."
"I don't know what he looks likes exactly, but I'd bet he looks likes me only older."
"Older then Mister Brimblebird I'd think."
"An he's a halfling like me too."
*Hermy stops to think for a moment.*
"I'm not sure why he got sent to the mines, or even which mines."
"But it's probably the ones that mosat people who gets sent to the mines fer a crime the didn't commit get sent too."
"I'm sure that dwarfguard Goodrag coulds tell you which mines those are."
"Fer a guard hes extremely helpful."
*Hermy shrugs.*
"That shoulds be enough ta start with right?"
"I'd better hurry an go finds Minto. The quicker I cin finds him, the quicker he gets ta sleep an the quicker he cin help you guys find my dad."
"Thanks Tink."
"Both of me will really appreciate it."
*Hermy urges his dog forward.*
"Come on Major. Lets find our bard!"
*Hermy rides off down the street.*
Brodda exits the inn and wanders about the city, occasionally playing her recorder or singing a song. She looks for anything unusual, practices following people and staying in the shadows. Finally, she gets bored and hungry and returns to the boarding house.
Joseph walked south towards Shantytown.
I hope I can find that man before he finds that mugger.
.o0(never did have a way with words, how is his dad gonna take this? this is going to be a bad night for the Fenris family.)
Brand shakes his head to clear his thoughts.
Brand continues on to the Fenris' shop, head down lost in thought.
.o0(I really dont feel like meeting anyone looking like this...)
psst, Brytt, move over here.
Brand and Brytt move to the opposite side of the road from the person as they draw near.
.o0(the last thing in need is to run into some one while carrying a corpse, and a fresh one at that.)
Brand continues to walk to the Fenris home, hoping not to draw too much attention from the passer by.
"Wait up a second!" Joseph called as he walked over.
As Joseph got closer, he sees the man is infact Brand, and that the man he is carrying has a bloody arm dangling towards the ground.
"I think I can heal your friend!" Joseph said as he rushed towards Brand. Then he saw it: the open wound on the man's throat.
He is beyond healing I'm afraid, the healer Natala was unable to help him. Unless of course you can raise him form the dead.
Brand looks at the stranger for a moment.
.o0(wait a second.....)
We've met haven't we? You're the musician from Last Liche, aren't you?
"You never gave your name before," Joseph mentioned.
After Brand answered, Joseph asked, "What happened to him?"
Eh, sorry bout that, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just a wee bit over anxious to find what I was looking for.
Oh, My name is Brand. This here is Brytt Fenris, and sadly, his late brother Chold
Brand looks to the man standing with him and then to the oen he is carrying.
They had a run in with that mugger I had asked you about. I wasn't able to help Chold here by the time I got there. I did manage to scare the the blighter off though.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you about the mugger, now that I know you are hunting him, I'ld like to help."
Is that so? To pay him back for when you ran into him last time?
Brand shifts his weight a bit and looks around.
After Joseph answers.
Could we continue this as we walk? He's starting to get a bit heavy.
Joseph looked Brand up and down.
"You weren't wearing that when you were searching for the mugger, were you?" Joseph asked.
"You'll never catch him if you look like you could kill two or three of him!" he joked.
Actually my first night out...yes I went out like this... and it scared everyone off. Tonight though I didnt go out at all. Brytt here came running into Nobodys injured and bloodied shoutin he had been robbed, he told me were to find his brother and off I went...and scared the little blighter away.
Brand shrugs.
.o0(eh I cant help it the thief is only a third my size...and a coward.)
"Well, we'll have to get you a disguise, and probably have you hunch over to hide your height..." Joseph trailed off.
Brand laughs to himself.
"A disguise?...heh i could just take off my mask..." He replies half heartedly.
"That would work. But you also need to hide your body. And especially your armor, and that big sword of yours."
"Hmm, I could leave the swords and shield Nobodys with Marroc, maybe, and just use my daggers. I think I can wear my clothes over my armor easily enough."
Brand looks back to check on Brytt to see if he is staying close.
.o0(good, don't want him to get too far behind and end up like his brother.)
"I think if you were to just leave your heavy sword behind, that would be fine... but we still need to cover you, a cape or cloak?" the bard asked.
"You're probably right. I'll look into getting one of those, when its light out."
.o0(remember to look into a cloak, probably a darker colored one.)
*Waves a goodnight to the halfling hero and continues tward the tower, forgetting the stone he was kicking for more pressing thoughts.*
.oO(Now how am I going to convince the captain of the guard to help with this...and what help is there. Still, finding information on his where-abouts is definately worth a try.)
To hightower
Breathe easily... Don't let you heart speed up. Control the exercise.
I'll have to pop in at the Silver Sword, preferably before noon. I should let Volos know which of those minor assignments he can put me down for.
When he arrives at his destination, a few minutes early, the monk takes a moment to slow his slightly increased heartrate with a basic energy centering ritual and then he enters the courtyard to join the other students for this morning's lesson.
Uh, I think we're nearly there, Brytt is that the place? Brand asks as he points to the sign the sign for Fenris Goods.
Brytt takes a deep breath, and nods and leads them into the building.
"My father will be glad to compensate you for all the help you've provided, but I think it might be best if... he had time alone first."
"When he's had a chance to compose himself, I'll mention you, Mister?..."
Ravenkin, Brand Ravenkin. I understand he will need some time, I'll stop by in a day or so to see how you both are doing, ok?
Brand puts Chold down where Brytt tells him to then heads back out to the streets with Joseph.
Eh, so where to now Joseph?
.oO(This is why mages have apprentices! I am so tired of scrubbing my equipment!)
She rinses and dries it, taking a deep breath in an attempt to release the rising bad temper.
.oO(If I hired a potscrubber, it'd probably eat up my savings in making these potions myself.)
She lugs the cauldron to the fireplace and wrestles it onto its hook. She straightens up, placing her hand on her lower back, and grimaces.
Ooooh! Cramps. I hate cramps!
Still, it is cold! Who even knew construction labour goes on during the winter? Must be some influential - and rich - people who can find and afford contractors doing this kind of work this time of year.
But it's probably an unexpected windfall for those men and women doing the work. I imagine most of them usually have to hope they can save enough during the warmer season to make ends meet during winter time. Too bad most of them look like they'll have drank away most of their pay on cheap ale or wine by tomorrow morning. Some people simply can't do right by themselves - or their families...
After three hours and watching four queues pass by the foreman's portable table and immaculately kept ledger, Ran's job is done for the day. The foreman signs off on a scrip of paper, gives the elf a small purse and gets a receipt in return. Ran drops paper and purse off at the guild and goes to the Lich to get warm again before his shift starts.
Brodda, with Tynk and Minto, leave the warehouse district and start walking in the direction of the Halfling Quarter.
"How many halflings arre therre herre? And how did so many come teh migrrate herre? Ah always thoought life in the coountrry was morre desirrable teh halflings, but Ah suppose that may not be the case, is it?"
"Well, I'm not sure how many halflings live in the halfling quarter. It's hard to say how many halflings there are ... the kids run back and forth so fast, you know. When Hermy first learned about the halfling quarter he assumed it was a actual quarter."
"He thought twenty five percent of the city was halflings. And that they were just so good at hiding that he had never noticed that many."
Minto lauughs.
"It's really just a few streets down near the slums."
"And most of the halflings there are all related in one way or another."
"I think one oldtimer realised there was money to be made and brought his family in to help out. And it sort of grew from there."
"I think a few of them married a few Brannon's Runner's but most of them are from a more civilized line of halflings."
"Not as much of a silly accent."
Minto catches himself a little late. .o0(I hope that didn't take any offence at that)
"I don't think most of the halflings here lnow more then a few dozen ways of saying pie."
"Though I think they may know almost as many words for gold as your typical storybook dwarf."
*Soon enough though, halflings are about and for once Tynk feels like the tall one. He is sure to watch his purse from any 'handlers'...having had a bad experience from a halfling trio some year ago.*
*He looks around as they enter the quarter, taking in the sights of the smaller houses and higher pitched sounds of halfling children at play.*
.oO(Halfling quater indeed...I didn't know this part of the city even existed...)
"Is there a record kept of the halfling populace here, or possibly someone who may know where we can find the elders?"
"I think they might be able to help us find the 'elders'."
Minto laughs again and walks up to the boys.
"Hey there. You know who I am right?"
The older boys nod. "Yer Hermys Minstrel."
"Yes I am. And who are you fine young men?"
"I'm Julius and this is my brother Harpo. He's going to be a bard one day too."
Minto smiles. "I'm glad to hear that. There aren't enough bards in the world. Can you sing me a song Harpo?"
The halfling shakes his head and cowers behind his brother.
Julius answers for him. "He doesn't talk much. Or sing."
Minto nods. "A muscian only then. Even rarer."
Minto unslings his lute and holds it out fotr the boy. "Go ahead and try to play something."
The younger halfling smiles and strumms a few rough chords. Minto refrains from correcting him.
"How long has he been playing?"
"Since he was four."
"How old is he now?"
"Ten."
"Six years of playing then."
"How about you? Have you ever tried playing? You're what? Fourteen? Fifteen?"
Julius smiles. "I'm thirteen."
"And I'm going to be a knight when I grow up like Sir Hermy."
Minto smiles. "A very lofty goal. But one I think you can acheive."
Minto looks to Brodda and Tynk and nods at them. He then addresses the boys again while retreiving his lute from Harpo.
"Do you want me to talk to your parents about bringing you to the guild to meet Sir Hermy? I don't think he would mind giving you a few pointers on how to become a knight."
"Really?"
"Really. Why don't you take us to your parents? I'll ask them for you."
"All right, follow us!"
The two boys take off running.
Minto motions for Brodda and Tynk to follow. He moves along side next to Tynk and winks. "Their parents are probably at least thirty five or so judging by the ages of these kids."
"Do you think that qualifies them as elders?"
"They were certainly old enough to remember twenty five years ago."
"Indeed. You know Minto, you are good with children."
*Chuckles at the last comment.*
"Halfling ones at least."
"I imagine their parents were young at the time, but if they know nothing I imagine they know of someone perhaps a bit older."
*Tries to imagine an old halfling.*
"Come to think of it, I have never met an old halfling...of all those that I have met."
"Do you know why that is Minto?"
"It's all the pie. We eat so much that eventually we just can't get out of our chairs anymore."
"Somewhere, theres a large room filled with old fat halflings stuck in chairs."
"It's very secretive."
"That's why you never see them."
Minto blinks and then winks.
Julius: "Are you friends with 'ermy? What is 'e like? I saw 'im once at a festival more than a year ago."
"I..um, wel. I know him, but he is so busy doing his heroing that he has little time to talk to an apprentice mage like myself."
*Julius' eyes go wide.*
Julius: "You can do magic?! Wow! Can you turn 'arpo's 'air pink? Or red! Like 'ermy's pants."
*Tynk immediately regrets having mentioned himself to be magi.*
Harpo: "Julius! I don't want red hair! Maybe blue...or green, like Minto's hat. Yeah, green. Please!"
"I don't think your parents would appreciate that."
Harpo and Julius: "Yeah they 'ould!"
*Tynk looks to Minto with a pleading expression asking for help. It is obvious he has no skill with handling halfling children.*
"Once the very important mission is over, and the city is safe there will be plenty of time for changing your hair to red, or pink."
"Personally I think you would look very heroic with purple hair, but like Tynk said, I don't think we should do that without your parents permission."
"Perhaps you should get them so we can ask them?"
The boys agree and dash into the house yelling. "Ma! Da! Theres a wizard, a dwarf , an a bard outside waiting on the porch."
A voice can be heard shouting back. "This sounds like somekind of joke to me."
"No Da! The bard is Minto Newberry! Hermy's bard!"
"An he wants ta talk to you!"
Minto looks to his companians and shrugs.
"I can't help it if I'm the famous one."
*When he sees the trio, his mouth drops but for a moment.*
Da "Oh."
*He turns to yell into the house.*
Da: "Jene, we got three more fa lunch. Un of 'em's a dwarf too. Get the extra loaf out and some fruit."
*He looks to Brodda.*
"No offense."
"We're actually trying to find out a bit of information about someone who used to live here, oh about twenty years ago or more."
"A halfling by the name of Hermy Woodhome?"
"No not the famous one. His father actually."
The man frowns.
"It's not a problem. We've got plenty of food to spare." He glances at Brodda again. "And ale."
"Actually I told your boys I'd take them to meet Hermy one day."
"Do you think they'd like it more if I brought Hermy to meet them instead?"
"I'd of course give you warning so you could prepare a proper meal."
The halfling smiles. "I think they would enjoy that."
Minto smiles back. "I think Hermy will too. You've got proper sized chairs don't you? He doesn't get much chance to sit in a proper chair and rest his feet."
"I'd imagine not. With all the stories I've heard about his great deeds I'm surprised he has time for much of anything."
"He rarely does... And speaking of stories... Do you know the one about his father?"
The man smiles. "No, but I'm sure it's a good one."
"Does Hermy save him from a four headed hydra? Or perhaps rescue him from the back of his flying dog?"
"Actually, it is a sad story. You see we seek information from someone who may have known Hermy's family over twenty years ago when they lived here, and may know exactly what happened to Hermy's father."
"It is recent that Hermy even knew his father is even alive. But we do not know where he is or when he was lost."
"It would have to be someone who lived in these parts around that time. Perhaps you may know an elder halfling of these parts that could aid us in our endevour?"
"Well I haven't heard anything about Hermys father."
"I've heard of him, and his brothers name used to get whispered when I was growing up."
"But I've never heard anything about his parents."
"But then again, if it was twenty years ago, I had more important things on my mind."
"Most teenagers do"
The man casts a look back into the house at his wife who is approaching.
"If he ever lived around here, Iris Toadfoot, will remember him."
"Nothing goes on in this neighborhood without her noticing,"
"Can you point us to where about we can find this lady?"
*Tynk looks hopeful.*
Joseph followed his memory to the hightower.
[to the Hightower]
Joseph came out whistling.
Two down, one to go.
He set off to find Brand.
He might be patrolling for that mugger again, or he might be at one of the inns.
Decides to deviate a bit from his planned route and make a detour to the park near Natala's shop. In few minutes, is strolling on the snowy paths of the park. Stops to stand under one of trees and stare to the dark sky. Exhales to empty his lungs and then draws in the bitingly fresh air. A feeling of being refreshed washes over him and smiles briefly. Repeats the exercise of exhaling and inhaling slowly few times.
Enjoys the peace of quiet park for a few minutes.
Then remembers the odd jar from the Mystic Shop. Frowns and sets to walking briskly towards the boardinghouse.
.oO(That jar! I brought it home so that I could try inspecting it more carefully.)
There are only so many places he could be...
He peeked into an alleyway before continuing on.
"I know her."
"She rented that apartment to Kywyn and NaShae if I remember things correctly."
Minto offers his hand to the halfling at the door. "Thank you for your help."
"I'll let you know when Hermy and I can make it over for dinner."
After shaking the man's hand, Minto turns to leave and heads towards the house of Mrs. Toadfoot.
"Good-afternoon, and I'll be back to change your hair-color some day Julius!"
*Runs to catch up with Minto, trying to balance that with not outstriding the short-legged dwarf trying to follow.*
"She's either the mother, sister, grandmother, daughter, or in'law of just about everyone here."
"And the neighborhood gossip."
"She should know something."
When He get's to the proper door, Minto knocks.
He quietly whispers to his friends. "Don't say anything you don't want the entire halfling population of the city to know."
*Shuffles his feet impatiently, catching himself in the process and forcing himself to remain sitll.*
"How do you know her Minto?"
"I met her once when Hermy and I were trying to find NaShae and Kywyn, but didn't have much time to talk."
"But almost every halfling in this town has heard of her."[/color]
Da: "Jene, we got three more fa lunch. Un of 'em's a dwarf too. Get the extra loaf out and some fruit."
*He looks to Brodda.*
"No offense."
Brodda waves her hand, a smile on her face.
"None taken, Sirr, Ah assurre yeh." :D
She listens to the talk about Hermy.
.oO(Irrris Toadfoot? Heh heh, wherre do these halflings coome up with these names?) :D
After leaving the small family's home, Brodda hurries after Minto and Tynk.
And the neighborhood gossip."
"Ahhh, a woman afterr me oown hearrt!"
Brodda smoothes her skirts and fluffs her hair in preparation for meeting this Iris. :D
"Well, if it isn't little Minto Newberry. And how is Tigerlily doing? My great-nephew Virgil still remembers meeting her these three years gone."
She looks at Brodda and says, "Ah... so you must be... Well! Come in, come in, I'm not in the business of using my fireplace to heat the street. Come in!"
She steps back, shooing them indoors.
The parlor is comfortable, but sized for halflings, with crocheted antimacassars on all the chairs.
He walks into the house and plops into a chair.
"Still single though."
"And still looking."
He waits for his friends to introduce themselves.
"Thank-you." he says quietly.
"Oh...I am Tynk Waverstone, appre...of the Silver Sword."
*He gets back up to shake the elder's hand lightly.*
Originally posted by Scheherazade
The door opens, and a sharp-eyed but friendly and grandmotherly halfling stands there.
"Well, if it isn't little Minto Newberry...
She looks at Brodda and says, "Ah... so you must be... Well! Come in, come in, I'm not in the business of using my fireplace to heat the street. Come in!"
She steps back, shooing them indoors.
The parlor is comfortable, but sized for halflings, with crocheted antimacassars on all the chairs.
Brodda blinks in surprise that she seems to know who she is. Then she grins and enters with the others.
"Ah'm Brrodda, thank ye!"
She takes a friendly look around the room as she steps in, nodding with approval. Then noticing the sizing of the furniture all being too small for her, she mentally shrugs.
.oO(Ah'll just sit on the floorrr, if invited.)
She bustles out, and while she is gone a halfling old enough to be her father enters the room. He pauses, leaning on his stick, looking over the group, then harrumphs and settles into the chair nearest the fireplace.
He casts a sidelong glance at Tynk, hrumphs again, and pulls a pipe from his vest. Carefully, one pinch at a time, he packs the bowl from a leather pouch that might be as old as he is.
"I hope we aren't intruding."
"I'm Minto Newberry, bard extrordinare."
.oO(Oooh! How Ah like these folk!) :D
"Helloo Sirr! "
"And I am Tynk Waverstone, Scribe of Master Cione."
*Smiles at the old man, tryinng not to feel intimidated by him.*
Tynk gets only a grunt.
Fortunately, Mrs. Toadfoot returns, bearing a tray of tea and cookies, which she places on the little table.
"Here we are! Oh, and yes, Dolf, I brought you a cup. I knew you'd be in here!" She smiles at the others. "Never mind Dolf, at his age there isn't much to do besides keep an eye on the goings-on."
She passes out cups to everyone, then settles back with her own.
"Now. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Thank you Mrs. Toadfoot."
"I wish I could say it was just a visit to enjoy your fine home, but I'm afraid we've come for a less pleasant reason."
"I'm sure you've heard of Hermy Woodhome."
"The younger one."
"Well, I was wondering what you know of the older one."
"His father."
"Hermy Sr.?"
"He lived here a long time ago with the Woodhome family."
Old Dolf violently expels a cloud of smoke, followed by some odd noises, then speaks for the first time. "Leave it be! Some things just... And it's halfling business! Not fer them dag-blame humans!"
.oO(He knows something...and he wants it left alone.)
*Cuts himself short, minding his manners in another's house. Still, if it wasn't for the fact that he was here for a friend it would be easy.*
*Looks to the old man, a mix of respect and patience.*
"Look, if you know something I beg you...I plead for you to tell us. There is a man suffering that which is not for him to suffer."
"It is halfling buisness."
"Hermy Jr's."
"He recently found out that his father is still alive."
"His brother... I don't need to say his name do I?... his brother had always told him that his father had been killed by the guards."
"He didn't say which guards. Or from what city."
"Hermy just found out he wasn't killed, but rather.. sent to the mines."
"For a crime he didn't commit."
"I'm was assuming it was here where it happened. And judging by your reaction I'm correct aren't I?"
"Could you please help me... no, help Hermy out with some information on what happened?"
"Hermy would like to get his father's name cleared, and see him again."
"And after all he's gone through in his life, this year particularily, I'd hope you would like to help him out."
Ran doesn't concern himself with public opinion though and when he's finished his circuit, makes his way to Zoli's courtyard for the first real workout of the day. When he leaves, the monk is suitably tired and more than a little bit hungry. Breakfast at Mrs Weatherby's solves the latter at least, and meditation shouldn't hurt the former either. The training room at the Silver Sword is not the most peaceful place in the city, but a bit of ruckus won't disturb Ran all that much.
[to Last Lich Inn]
Leaving the Inn, she pulled her cloak closer around her against the sudden drop in temperature, and wandered around town, getting to know her way. She kept Joseph's words in mind and stayed in the busier streets, before heading to the Church.
[to CoA]
.oO(Lets see now, last I met him was in the Last Lich Inn. Thats the only place, other than the Hightower I have ever met him, so I should probably start there.)
[to Last Lich Inn]
Joseph stepped out into the street and looked left and right.
How much is this going to cost me? Joseph asked himself.
Just as he he stepped towards the hightower he spotted a young boy, maybe twelve or thirteen.
"Excuse me, what's your name young man?" Joseph asked the boy.
"Todd," the boy responded.
"Todd, would you like to make a silver? I need someone to deliver this letter to a man named Tycho Eharb, he is at the hightower, it is from his father in Tilith. Do you think you could do this for me?"
"Why are..." Todd paused.
"If you don't want the silver, that's fine... I can do it myself..." Joseph trailed off.
"No, I'll do it. I won't get in trouble will I?" Todd asked.
"I believe the expression is, 'Don't kill the messenger.'"
Todd had a skeptical look on his face.
"Look, here's the letter, and here is the silver piece. The wizard's name is Tycho Eharb, and this letter is from his father in Tilith. Come back to the Last Lich Inn within an hour with proof that Tycho recieved the letter, and I'll give you another silver piece."
Joseph watched Todd scury off towards the hightower with the forged letter and a silver piece.
Joseph put his hat back on his head and took a seat outside the inn where he started playing his mandolin to no one in particular.
.oO(Everrryone shoould have a frriend such as him.)
She turns and looks at their hosts.
"That older brother of Hermy's was never any good. Born under an evil star, but his parents wouldn't see it.
Both those boys were the whole world to their parents."
She sighs, and adds some more honey to her tea, staring into the cup.
"Poor Hermy Sr., slaving away as a scribe to give his family the best he could manage, and that wretch of a son going out and causing mischief all the time. Then getting caught up in a really nasty crowd, and mischief turned to theft, robbery, damage..."
"He was a bad apple to the end. And unrepentive."
"No parents deserve a child like him."
"Or any person a brother like him either."
"Indeed, and our hero Hemry has the stout heart to make up for his brother's misguided ways."
"A scribe you say? Do you know who he had worked for?"
Iris sips her tea. Dolf grunts and takes the pipe from his mouth.
"Durn right, he wouldn't'a! Finer man ye'd never see, fer all yer singin' an' plinkin' about the son, couldn't hold a candle ta Hermy Sr!"
Dolf grumps and sits back in his chair with a 'thump.'
Iris shakes her head, but says, "That might well be true. I remember their wedding, his and Lavinia's. Ah what a lovely day that was, she had apple blossoms in her hair, and the cakes were just delicious..."
"..."
*After a moment of silence...*
"Do you remember what year the wedding was? Or what year Hermy Sr. was convicted?"
Instead he addresses Iris.
"His son's wedding was very beutiful as well. Probably not as beuatiful though."
"It's hard to beat apple blossums."
"And cakes."
Minto licks his lips.
"My Hermy never knew his mother's name, or what a wonderful wedding she had."
"Even if we can't find his father I'm sure he will be happy to at least learn what a wonderful couple his parents were."
His face turns a bit serious. "And anything else you could tell us about them."
"Especially about his father, and what Kirby did to him."
Dolf grunts and nods. "Evil-hearted... aye. An' that Kirby went and killed an acolyte of Thalos.
When the guards caught up with 'im, Kirby got 'em ta believe it was his dad what did the killin'. Hermy Sr. realized it was him or his son, so he confessed to a murder he never did..."
Iris presses her hand to her mouth, choking back a sob. "And they sent him to the mines. Lavinia was heart-broken. Her health was never the same, and then before a year had passed, she died.
Kirby was furious when he found out he couldn't collect the inheritance until Hermy was an adult."
"So it wasn't a framing after all..."
*He speaks up a little, his voice solemn.*
"What you have told us is invaluable in our venture to free Hermy's father from this injustice."
"Thank-you."
"And Hermy Sr. confessed to it?"
"That could be a problem in getting his name cleared."
"Though I imagine it wouldn't be to hard to convince someone of the truth, especially due to Kirby's later deeds."
"And Hermy Jrs."
Minto looks at his two companians before continuing.
"I'm a little foggy on a few things."
"Mainly about the mines."
"I've never really thought of them much seeing how I've never thought of doing anything that would get me thrown in them."
"Is that the normal place to send murderers? And for this long?"
She nods firmly at Minto's last questions. "Oh yes. Murderers go to the mines. I believe he was sentenced to thirty years."
"..."
"I was under the impression there was no family."
"So was Hermy."
Iris sniffs. "Minto Newberry, have you ever heard of a halfling with no cousins? Of course there's family! Just... none of them very closely related.
But goodness sakes, if we ever did find a halfling with no family, we'd invent one for him!"
"Family?"
.oO(Kirrby is the perrfect villain! Thoough woould anyone believe one perrson... a halfling, no less... coould be so evil? Ah need teh hearr morre aboout his deeds -- weave up soome tales teh scarre childrren into good behaviorr.)
She frowns.
.oO(Orr at least, that's what meh mentorr woould'a had meh do. Innocent childrren shoould neverr hearr of such things.)
She continues to listen and is astonished, as her companions are, to hear that Hermy has a family, no matter how distant.
Almost before she knows it, she blurts out, "And they neverr botherred teh apprroach Herrmy? Teh wrrest him frrom Kirrby's carre?"
Iris nods in sad agreement. "We could only pray that he wouldn't harm the boy. After all, the will clearly said that the inheritance would be granted upon Hermy's becoming an adult. And if he were dead, well, that wouldn't happen.
Then the full amount would go to the Halfling Orphan's Aid Society."
"Bet'cha young Hermy ne'er saw a red copper o' that inheritance." Dolf wags his pipestem at Brodda.
"Indeed, if'n we coould rrreunite Herrmy with his family, what a gift that woould be t'him!"
A sparkle appears in Brodda's eyes as she envisions such a reunion, and she smiles.
"Aye, wherre can we find them?"
Poor Devonia, the fever took her about five years back. That was a sad year, it was..." Iris clucks her tongue, shaking her head, then refills her teacup.
Dolf holds his cup out for a refill, "Aye, that it was. The Pinducks over on Cartway Alley lost three of their youngun's, one after the other. Bad fever. Real bad."
Iris nods agreement. "Well, Liam sells feathers. He has his shop at the end of this street, on the corner of Carter's Way. It's on the second floor up, above the butcher shop."
"Which is what I always thought until recently."
Minto nods along as Brodda speaks, and pays close attention to Dolf and Iris as well.
"Reuniting him with his family would be a very nice gift for Hermy. Especially with his father."
"I think we might get better results by talking to the guards about the mines then going to talk to Liam Oakwood."
"At least for finding out more about where Hermy Sr. is."
"I doubt he'll know more then either of you."
Minto smiles at the two older halfling. "Though talking to him about setting up a welcome home party is very much in order."
"Twenty years of hard labour deserves one big party at the very least if you ask me."
Minto looks at Dolf. "Do you know who was in charge of the inheritance?"
"If Kirby didn't take it, I'm sure Hermy Sr. could use what wealth he has to get back on his feet."
"I don't think it would be right to work so hard and long to come back to nothing."
"Well, not nothing. Coming back to a son like Hermy is treasure enough."
"But it doesn't exactly pay the bills. Or put a roof over your head."
"My Hermy isn't... well, he's had a lot of unexpected expenses of late. And heroing doesn't always pay that well."
"I've got some money, but pride may prevent both of the Hermy's from taking any of it."
Aaye joseph mani nae lle umien?
hi Joseph what are you doing?
Hmm... a trader once said halfling was synonymous with thief...
"Lee quel yassen tanwie ar' neumar?" Joseph asked. Elven to English: "Are you good with devices and traps?"
Hermy Sr. was quite devoted to Her. He used to go every week and donate his services as a scribe to the Temple."
She sees that Tynk's cup is empty and refills it, offering him another jam filled cookie.
She smiles approvingly.
"Is therre anything else yeh kin think of that might be of help?"
Watching the elder halfling with his pipe is making her want hers. She smiles.
yeah I'm good with them. What do you want?
Originally posted by Brodda
"Is therre anything else yeh kin think of that might be of help?"
Dolf and Iris look at each other, and shrug.
"Not in particular," Iris says. "I'm sure if you spoke to Hermy Sr. himself, it would be best."
"My Hermy is devoted to her as well."
"I think he may have helped fund a new alter with all the money he's spent there recently."
Minto winks.
"You wouldn't happen to remember who the Captain of the Guard was back then?"
"I know it wasn't Captain Hunter. And Daron Haldar was a bit to young."
"He might be able to help out a bit if he remembers anything."
"And if like you say, Hermy Sr. was as great as his son, or more so, then who could forget him?"
.oO(And its nearrly gone, too. Ah'll have teh git moorre. He may have been an arrse, but he knew his tobacco.)
She pushes the thought out of her head as she thinks ahead to finding Hermy's father and perhaps even reuniting him with his family.
sounds like fun
yes, I am
"Hrrrrmmmph. It was... no. Not him. He retired just a couple years afore it happened. It were... oh, yes, the skinny girl. Shouldn't oughta fergit her... 'Member, her, Iris? People all thought she was takin' money on the side. Kerris."
"Oh, yes, Capt. Kerris. Didn't she retire after only a few years? Five, maybe? A drinking problem, I believe..."
He grunts. "Sounds about right."
"Do you know if she is still alive? And still in the city?"
Minto stops and considers his words. "And did she think highly of Hermy Sr."
"Or halflings in general?"
understood
finally something to do in this weird place
.oO(Drrrinkin'? A prroblem? How's that?)
She clears her throat, subduing her sudden bit of mirth.
.oO(This is serrious, lass! Focus!)
Dolf 'hrmphs' and 'hrumphs' and shifts position in his chair several times.
"Gone. Yep, yep, as I recall she signed up with the mercenaries guild, went off to fight in some war somewhere. Good riddance. There was sumpin fishy 'bout her."
goodnight
Halndar heads back inside the establishment.
Joseph went back to waiting for Todd.
"Lt. Gerug and Daron Haldar being the exceptions."
Minto sighs. "I guess that rules out that lead."
"We could always check with the mercanary guild to see if... What was fishy about her?"
"Was she fishy enough to help get Hermy Sr. convicted?"
"I find it hard to believe, based on what you've said about him and what I've seen from my Hermy, that anyone would think him capable of killing a priest."
"A non Demmion one of course."
.oO(This Kerrris woouldn'a be the firrst dishonest 'keeperr of the law'. And heavy drrinkin' in a human isn't a good sign. They canna seem teh hold theirr ale well. Dunno why.)
"Werre therre any otherr strrange rrrulings orr happenings underr Kerrris?"
*Listens intently to the stories.*
.oO(Much to work with, good.)
*Contimplating, he resists the urge to procure his own pipe. Instead he pulls out a blank mundane scroll from his case, inks his pen, and begins writing down important information.*
*In between scribbles he catches a glance from Brodda and nods in approval to her with a slight smile before turning back to his notes.*
Joseph stepped out into street; despite the best efforts of the afternoon sun, the wind bit at his bare fingers.
"Getting warmer clothing might not be such a bad idea."
Definately gloves... where would I be if I got frostbite?
Joseph, still right outside of the inn, paused to breath warm air on his hands to steel them against the wind, if temporarily.
Aaye Joseph, naa lye sal'feithe
hi Joseph, are we still waiting?
looking around not noticing other people around Joseph.
"N'uma, amin.." Joseph is cut off by Tycho.
"Alright."
Joseph turned back to Halandar.
"Lye auta mitya," Joseph said before stepping back into the inn. Elven to English: "Let's go inside."
[to Elsewhere]
The man goes by the name of Applegrove and is indeed the owner of the mansion. He only recently came by the wealth that allows him to afford his current accomodations and is in the market for a personal security force. Ran's job is simple: picking out the best dozen of the lot. Each of the men and women have been pronounced innocent of crime inside the city of Garic's (insofar as that they haven't been convicted), so that consideration doesn't have to be made anymore.
Ran spends the better part of two hours watching the candidates spar against each other or against him, asking everyone a few personal questions in between. Age, previous experience, training, whether or not they have a family, why they want to pursue this career - since the qualifications of most of them are closely matched, it comes down to details.
Seven of the men and women trying out are known to Ran through the Silver Sword. They aren't members, but they visit sometimes to work out or to practice their martial skills. Those go on the list immediately.
None of them have any real flaws, and it won't hurt the guild to help those we know out a little.
The remaining handful are selected based on their prefered weapons. They all need to know how to use cudgels and shorstwords but aside from those basic weapons, half of them should be proficient with polearms and the other half with the crossbow. In the end, the final decision isn't too hard to make. ran hands Master Applegrove the list with his suggested selection, has him sign a form stating his approval of the assignment's conclusion and bids him a good day with a bow. The fee will be settled at the guild by the end of the week.
"One last question, if you don't mind. Is there any more family of Hermy that we may find here in the city, or otherwise to your knowlege?"
"Any thing at all about anyone from his past would be a great help."
"We should be able to find him with the help you've already given us, but it's always nice to have a back up plan."
She smiles maternally at Minto. "If I think of anything, I'll be sure to let you know."
Dolf just grunts.
*Gets up out of his chair and stretches.*
"You keep a lovely home Iris, and I look forward to comming back to visit."
"Dolf, your wisdom honors us...and may it continue to do so."
*With the formalities out of the way Tynk, along with Minto and Brodda, make thier way outside and there they stop to work through what they have learned.*
"It seems we have a few things to look up. I suggest we split up and take care of many things at once."
*Looks at Brodda.*
"Perhaps you can go to the Palace and inform the records of the information we have learned."
*and then to Minto*
"And you can see what's to learn from Liam Oakwood."
"I will go to the Temple of the Mother and see what I can learn from them about Hermy Sr.'s service there and inquire into the inheritance set for Hermy."
"Does this sound like a feasable plan?"
"And I'm sure it will be appreciated."
"By both Hermy Woodhomes."
Minto gives Dolf a respectful nod and Iris a hug before following Tynk out of the house.
After listening to his plan Minto thinks for a bit before responding.
"It might be better if I were to go to the palace. They know me a bit better then they do Brodda."
"And I don't think it would be a bad idea to send a beutiful woman to see Liam. If his wife passed away five years ago, I'm betting he might be a bit lonely."
"I've got a great smile and all, but I think he might be used to seeing halflings."
"Checking the Temple is a good thing for you. Ask for Father Camrun. He's taken an interest in our Hermy for sometime."
"There might be a reason for that, besides just that he's a great guy."
"Alright then, it's a plan. We meet back at the Last Lci in..."
*Checks the sun and getimates the current time.*
"...in two hours...at five o'clock. Good luck and leave no stone unturned."
*Turns and heads twards the temple with a short wave as he does.*
"Oh! And make it four hours!"
"I don't think you've had to deal with to many bureauicrats!"
Minto smiles at Brodda before heading towards the palace.
"Good luck."
"And be gentle with poor Liam."
"It wouldn't do much good if he has a heartattack just looking at you."
Outside, she listens to the plans offered, and rewards Minto's compliment with a smile and a wink.
"Ah'm moorrre than happy teh visit with moorre halflings. Theirr much frriendlierr than anyone Ah kin think of at the palace. And doon't worrry aboout Liam. He'll be in good hands." :D
"Let's see noow... she said his featherr shop was at the end of the strreet..."
She heads in that direction, looking for the butcher shop beneath old Liam's place of business, whistling merrily.
The usual horse-head sign swings from the metal arm above the door, but the horse-head has an oddly cheerful smile. On a vertical board beside the door are representations of various other animals, the meat of which should be commonly available from this butcher.
She stops for a moment to study the smiley horse.
.oO(How strrange...)
She shrugs and looks to see if there are stairs leading up from the outside, or if it looks like she might need to go in.
.oO(Let's see... How teh get therre...)
A placard proclaims this to lead to the establishment of one 'Liam Oakwood, purveyor of Fine Feathers.'
The door at the top has a polished brass knocker in the shape of a turkey.
"Soorrry lad. Hate the be bangin' yeh arroound like that."
She smiles at her own strange humor the frowns to herself.
.oO(What arre yeh dooin' knockin' lass? This's a shop and its the middle o' the day!)
She tries the door and finds that it opens inward to the shop, ringing a bell above the door. The smell of feathers emenates from within.
.oO(Featherrs have a scent? Well, Ah suppoose if therre werre enoough of'em.)
She steps into the shop, closing the door behind her, and looks around.
"Hellooo? Misterrr Oakwood?"
An elderly, yet still agile, halfling climbs down from the ladder against the wall. Brodda can see that the walls are lined with shelves, which are crammed with neatly labeled boxes.
He peers up at Brodda through his glasses, then takes them off and looks again.
"Oh that's better, yes, now I can see you properly. How may I help you, miss...?"
"...Brrrodda, lovliest dwarrven barrd in these parrts."
She curtsies and her smile broadens a bit. Her eyes roam the room in wonder.
"Good afterrnoon, Sirr! Ah hoope Ah'm not interruptin' anythin' imporrtant. Is therre a differrent featherr in each box? That's a lot o' differrent featherrs! Wherre d'yeh get them all frrom? Can Ah see a few?"
Realizing she's already started to ramble, she stops and smiles, giving the fellow a chance to catch up.
"One feather in each box? No, no, my dear, most of the boxes are nearly full. But people want feathers in many colors, you see. And perhaps someone wants a feather that is more costly than they wish to pay, so I offer substitutes --- less expensive feathers dyed to appear like the costlier real ones."
He scampers over to the wall, selecting two boxes.
"Here, you see an ordinary goose quill, suitable for most writing purposes. In this box, I have the absolute finest quill, same species of goose.
Can you see the difference?"
.oO(Ah didn'a mean ONE featherrr in each box...)
She smiles and chuckles at her poor choice of words.
.oO(...though Ah suspect he knoows what Ah meant and is givin' meh a rrribbin'.)
She carefully examines the two feathers he holds up. Finally, she admits defeat.
"Indeed, Ah canna tell the differrence. Arre yeh surre they arren't the same quality?"
Soon, Brodda knows more than she ever cared to learn about goose quills.
"Misterr Oakwood, that's a beautiful featherr. Ah've a frriend who woould just love it. Ah'd rreally love teh surrprrise him with it -- he's prrobably out with his frriend Herrmy rright now... How much is it? The featherr, Ah mean."
He sets the feather on the counter, replacing the box on the shelf.
"But, my dear, you never did say why you were visiting my shop today?"
.oO(Ah'd hoped teh slide morre easily into it if'n he'd'a caught the rreferrence teh Herrmy.)
She smiles again.
.oO(Prrobably missed it, orr maybe Herrmy's a common halfling name?)
She mentally shrugs and continues on.
"Ah came aboout a family matterr, Misterr Oakwood. Yeh'rre family, Ah'm made teh underrstand."
"F-family m-matter? Y-you?! Oh, dear... That Jerremai Littletree... Oh, oh, dear, oh deary me..."
Liam sits down in his chair, heavily. "I... I didn't think it was really... possible."
He looks up at Brodda, worriedly. "Well, you are surprisingly good-looking for a dwarf, but still... surely not half. A third cousin, maybe?"
"M-misterr Oakwood? What kin Ah..."
.oO(Jerremiah Littletrree? Who...?)
She begins to look quite confused, then slightly uncomfortable as his eye roves over her.
"Misterr Oakwood!"
"...cousin?"
:OMG!
"ME?!?"
She leans heavily against the counter, her brain trying to figure out the last several seconds.
He leans back in his chair, fanning himself with a piece of parchment.
"Ah am QUITE please t'assurre yeh that Ah am wholly dwarrrrf!"
She takes a deep breath, which seems to calm her. Her face relaxes and she looks apologetic as she comes round to the other side of the counter and kneels beside his chair.
"Misterr Oakwood, Ah offerr meh most sincerre apologies forr this confusion. Ah didn'a mean teh say that AH am yeh'rre kin, Sirr. Ah wanted teh speak t'yeh aboout one of yeh'rre kin, howeverr."
She watches him with concern, to see if he recovers.
Mr. Oakwood sits with a look of utter confusion on his face.
Brodda looks at him for a moment longer, then laughs a full, round laugh. Then she takes a deep breath and looks him in the eye.
"Aye, Misterr Oakwood. Ah'm quite surre..."
She lays her hand upon her breast.
"...therre is no halfling blood in herre."
She takes his hand in hers.
"Ah'm herre aboout Herrmy Woodhome, Sirr. Both of them, actually."
"What? Hermy? Hermy Woodhome? Why would you be asking about him? Them?"
She relaxes onto the floor, sitting cross-legged, her skirts spread around her.
"We'rre trryin' teh find out, ultimately, which mines he was sentenced to, and teh have his sentence rreverrsed. Herrmy deserrves teh be rreunited with his kin."
"Well. Well oh well oh well... That would explain why he keeps missing the parties."
"And that's why Ah came! T'enlist yeh'rre help in settin' up a parrty t'rreunite both Herrmy's with theirr family!"
She grins, pleased with her happy plan.
Liam sighs and shakes his head. "The boys took after their mother, when it came to vigor. Kirby, I'm afraid, took after his Great-Uncle Elmore."
He stares at the wall for a bit, then looks back at the dwarf.
"Are you really going to go to the mines and try to find him? It would be grand to have Hermy back, he was an excellent whist player."
"Indeed, we arre dooin' everrythin' we can teh locate him, teh clearr his name, teh frree him, if he still be alive. And we believe he is."
She takes his hand again, excited at the prospect of reuniting this family.
"Will yeh help us?"
Liam looks confused and flustered.
"We arre gooin' teh thrrrow a parrty, Misterr Oakwood!"
Brodda's eyes beam brightly.
"Yeh'rre the Herrmys' kin. Yeh knoow wherre the invitations need teh go. We'll wrrite 'em up t'getherr, get 'em deliverred! We'll have the parrty at Nobody's Inn, Ah'm surre Marrroc woon't mind. And therre'll be lotsa food, and lotsa drrink, and lotsa singin'..."
.oO(Ah'd betterr talk teh Marrroc aboout this...)
"Meh frriends'll find Misterr Woodhome seniorr and get this clearred up. We will get this family rreunited!" :D
"Dear, you bring Hermy home and clear his name, and then we'll plan the party."
"Rrright. That makes sense. It might take a wee bit'o'time teh find Herrmy and get his name clearred."
She looks into his eyes.
"Might'nt yeh knoow any details surrroundin' ol' Herrmy's arrrest? We knoow Kirrrby killed an acolyte of Thalos and soomehow convinced the guarrd that his fatherr did it. What Ah doon't git is why they woould just buy it so rreadily. Afterr all, frrom what Ah've hearrd, Herrmy's always been the best o' citizens."
He gets to his feet and walks through a door at the back of the shop, waving Brodda to follow him.
"I think it's time for a cup of tea, don't you?"
The elderly halfling goes about fixing the tea. "The guard captain... discouraged further inquiry. There was a protest from the Mother's temple, but it wasn't followed up. I... I think Kirby had... a connection. Someone..."
.oO(Tea... what is it with tea in this toown? Ah well, Ah bet Halflin' tea is as good as everrythin' else they do.) :D
She scowls at the mention of the guard captain.
"This captain... do yeh rrememberr who it was? Was it Kerrris?"
He shakes his head. "She wasn't above breaking a few fingers, that woman."
Liam sets the teapot on the table, the scent of spices rising from it, and adds a plate of cookies.
"Aye, though only t'day did we hearr of herr. We were visitin' with Irris Toadfoot and herr da. They said they believed it was Kerris at the time. Said she had a drrrinkin' prroblem."
She sniffs the scent wafting from the teapot.
"Do yeh think Kirrby had Kerrris in herr pocket? Wherre did she coome frrom, and how did she get t'be captain?"
Kerris rose up through the ranks. Quickly. I imagine the responsibilities of being captain were just too much, too soon."
He pours two cups of tea, setting one in front of Brodda, then sits in the other chair.
"I don't think Kirby bribed her. I think someone else did. Someone who wanted Kirby's services..."
"Thank you."
Then she frowns again.
"Of courrse. Kirrby the assassin. Coould therre have been a morre apprroprriate line o' worrk forr'im?"
She watches as the steam rises from the teacup.
"That bearrs the question who specifically was killed, why, and who wanted him killed?"
The steam twirls in the air and disappears.
"Any thooughts orr rrumorrs on that?"
He shakes his head.
"Just... all so stupid. A good man ruined by his son... And Lavinia, and the baby..."
She sips her tea, and finds it is indeed quite good.
For tea.
"That's a prretty bold tarrget forr petty theft, the churrch of Agathalos. Who wooulda hirred Kirrby teh rrob the churrch?"
She shakes her head.
"Soounds a bit off teh meh."
"He didn't rob the Church! He robbed an acolyte, and killed him in the process.
I doubt he knew it was an acolyte, the young man wasn't wearing his clerical robes."
"Misterr Oakwood, clearrly Ah still doon't have all the details of the incident. Please, sharre with meh what yeh knoow, starrt teh finish. Then the picturre oought teh become clearrer."
He leans his forehead on his hand.
"Kirby was always a bad seed, but his parents loved him and wouldn't face up to the truth. They found an excuse for everything that happened, and when Kirby was accused of the murder, his father refused to cooperate with the guards that came looking for him.
So, they took Hermy in instead, and said they would keep him locked up until Kirby turned himself in.
Well, they caught up to Kirby, and the little rodent pinned the crime on his own da!
And... Hermy confessed. Lavinia told me that they believed if they showed Kirby enough love, he'd come around."
He stares into his teacup, then drains it.
"Hermy's friend over at the Temple spoke up for him, but Kerris intervened and said the confession was good enough, and next thing anyone knew, he was off to the mines.
The salt mines, west of here."
Brand heads out to the market, to go buy....
.o0(uh... what was it Joseph said i should look into getting? Ugh I forget, hmm, I wonder whats become of him)
To the market
She drinks her tea as he begins to tell her the story behind Hermy Sr.'s arrest.
.oO(They knew enough teh be lookin' ferr Kirrby ferr the murrderr, yet Kerris so rreadily accepted Herrmy's confession. Was she bein' prressurred teh close the case? Orr was therre soome otherr rreason behind it?)
.oO(At least noow we know which mines poorr Herrmy was sentenced to. Salt mines? How awful!)
"Do yeh knoow who his frriend was? The one that spoke up ferr him?"
"He stopped in at midwinter with a flask of plum wine. Father Camrun.
He was only an acolyte, and a young one, when the incident happened. But he's stayed in touch over the years, and for some reason he's never given up hope that the truth would come out eventually."
"Fatherr Camrrun?!?"
:D
"That's wonderrful!"
On impulse, she leaps out of her chair and hugs Liam, then excusing herself.
"Ah must be gooin'! Ah hafta tell the otherrs..."
She grabs her cloak and dashes for the door. As she touches it, she remembers, a bit embarassed, her manners.
"Thank yeh soo much, Misterr Oakwood! Yeh'rre such a dearr! The tea was wonderrful, and Ah trruly enjoyed visitin' with yeh!"
She turns and makes her way from the back room to the shop, leaving Liam behind in a cloud of wonder.
When he returns to the shop, he finds the feather that she was interested in gone and a gold coin in its place.
.o0(Hah! Of all the luck, well maybe he can remind me what I was supposed to get.)
Hey Joseph! Wait up a second!
Brand calls after the man walking away, as he hurries to catch up with him.
Hey, how ya been? I was wondering, what was it again you said I was supposed to buy? Brand inquires after catching up to Joseph
"Brand? Where have you been? I thought the mini-mugger got you!" Joseph asked.
"Buy? You mean the disguise? Anything to just cover up your big muscles... you have fairly intimidating physique."
You thought the mini mugger got me? Heh, I've been at Nobodys just sorta doin nothing.
So anything interesting goin on that you know of? Brand says as they continue to head towards the palace.
Brand thinks for a moment.
Hmm well I can't help you with your preistess problem... I don't know of any, but if you need a bit of muscle give me a holler. I'd be up fer helpin out.
So are you headin tot he palace to preform?
Brand asks as they continue in that direction.
He strummed at his mandolin again.
"Perhaps I can help you bring in that mugger and you can help me get back what was stolen?" Joseph suggested.
Sounds good to me. What all will need to be done to retrieve your horse?
.o0(Horse thieves ugh, lazy, walkin never hurt anyone...)
"What about your mugger? Come up with any ideas how to lure him out into the open?"
Brand starts to crunch numbers out loud under his breath.
10 Days food, and warm clothes. Hmmm...I think I can manage something close to that.
.o0(oh thats cutting really close...)
"Let's not get skunked though..." Joseph said with a wink and a laugh.
Another topic to bring up with Natala soon - healthy diets...
The monk survives the lesson anyway, despite the unfavourable conditions. After a short talk with sifu Rassul and a few of his fellow students, Ran decides to head for the Silver Sword.
How much do you think a coat would cost? I'm not up for gettin a whole new outfit right now but I think I could use a coat, or maybe just a good thick cloak.
.o0(Heh getting skunked, funny way of sayin it...but it works I suppose)
[to Marketplace]
Brand follows after Joseph to the market.
Do you think we'll actually run into the little guy? If we do should take him alive... or not?
Under his cape, he gripped his sap with white knuckles.
oh yeah can you believe our luck? Its amazing!
Brand un buttons his coat and gets his sap in a convieniant spot at his hip.
Joseph discreetly scanned their surroundings.
Yeah i think you may be right.
Hmm, got any other ideas?
Brand says quietly.
"The only idea I had was to draw him to us... You have more experience with this type of thing."
Well we could go check out where he lost me last time I saw him, should be around here some where.
Brand looks down the street a bit. Its dark and it all looks the same for a bit, but he finally sees what he is looking for.
Ah, there thats the alley I lost him in, he ducked through a fence.
Brand points out an alley about 2 blocks down the dark road the darker alley can be seen leading off to the right. When they reach the alley it is dark and cluttered with trash.
Its kinda dark should I light a torch?
So many access points...
Where are you little mugger?
"I think we messed up..." Joseph confessed.
I think I earned a solid breakfast now. That was a serious workout, drilling those throw/immobilization combos to get them absolutely perfect. Maybe I should go find those two wrestlers again one of these days... I think I learned a thing or two to show them today.
At least it wasn't more staff practice, like yesterday. I need it, but getting hit on your fingers in this weather really taxes your self-control. Maybe that was the real object of the exercise...
"Wasn't that window lit before?" he asked his companion as he approached the windowsill.
Joseph walked slowly towards the glass, carefully placing his feet to minimize the noise he made (and to not step in something unmentionable).
Well maybe the torch will help make a bit of heat as well. Keep the cold off of us a bit.
The sudden laughter catches Brand off guard and he jumps at the noise. He turns around to try to locate the source of the sound.
.o0(Well i doubt thats our man, heh...well if it is he and his lady firend are in a good mood.)
Yeah I think it was lit, maybe its just some one going to bed.
The bard looked around.
"You don't think maybe our mugger might've turned into a home invader, do you?"
Quickly realizing just what was happening in there, Joseph immediately said, "Okay.. definately not the mugger..."
The bard crept away from the window to avoid any embarrassment.
I dunno it sounds like she is enjoying what ever is going on.
Brand stands around looking up and down the alley. Trying to ingore the woman's squeals and laughs as he keep an eye out for the mugger.
Looking back up, both Joseph and Brand can see a figure in the shadows.
Initiative:
Joseph (24)
Sneaky (20)
Brand (10)
Joseph takes 13hp damage, and 1hp subdual
*she slips and falls to one knee, smacking her chin on the edge of the table as she goes*
*tears of pain and anger stream from her eyes as sits, clutching her knee and trying to catch her breath*
.oO(I'm tired of being a weakling, and having to rearrange the kitchen every time I make a potion, and the blasted table legs catching on the edges of the stones!)
*Ixchal creeps around the kitchen door, then darts over to rest her front paws on Miri's thigh, nuzzling at her to show her sympathy*
Pinch...
Lookes down...
Where did that hilt come from? My daggers beneath my cape...
Synapse fired, and the nerves lit a blaze in Joseph's mind.
"AH!! YOU STABBED ME!" Joseph shouted.
Joseph's instincts took over, he dropped his sap, drew his longsword and swung it with both hands at the figure in the shadows that stuck him. "YOU'LL PAY!"
Initiative: 24
HP: 6 of 19; Nonlethal 1
Free Action: Drop Sap.
Move Equivalent Action: Draw Longsword
Standard Action: Attack with Longsword in both hands (+4 to hit, 1d8+3 slashing damage)
Cursing incomprehensibly, the halfling backs away cautiously, his remaining dagger up and weaving defensively between himself and the humans.
Joseph is in between Brand and the halfling, the narrow alley proving an obstacle to rapid movement.
Brand can squeeze past Joseph, but will not be able to attack as well. He starts fifteen feet behind Joseph. The halfling retreated twenty feet, so he is 35 feet from Brand, with his back to the fence.
Brand draws his great sword and moves to a spot perpendicular to joseph's attack, next to the attacker.
.o0(hopefully Joseph can move so I can get a good swing in with out hittin him too.)
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Hope this graph works. The alley is 7 feet wide
" /7 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on./7 "
Standard Action to Inspire Courage +1 in Brand and himself. +1 to attack and damage roles, +1 morale bonus for saves against fear.
He has to squeeze and wriggle to make it through, but it seems this must have been the way he entered the alley in the first place.
"Yermommustaslep'wit'anogreta'aveyajerks! Ah, yelnivacadjupwi'me, yabigerryoafs."
If he can try to climb the fence: Not this time you coward!
If he can't, and/or fails to do so: ARGH!!! Brand yells with frusration and and punches the fence as hard as he can.
i belive im at a +2 to climb (+3 str -1 ac)
On the other side of the fence, Brand sees a small courtyard, maybe fifteen feet square, with a central waterpump. There are three doors.
"I'll be right there Brand, don't loose him!" he called.
Joseph placed his left index and middle fingers along with his thumb on the flat of his blade and slide them down to the tip while speaking the words of magic, "Templa winya ar' templa iant, karna amin anmegil sila ve' malda." Elven to English: "Magic new and magic old, make my sword shine like gold."
Joseph used a move action to mvoe to the fense, then used his standard action to cast light on his longsword's blade, it casts light out to 20 feet and shadowly illumination for another 20 feet beyond that.
On the otherside of the fence, Joseph's blade begins to glow.
.oO(Ah... the halfling neighbourhoods... no offense to the Lady, but she never could do a roast half as well as these folk. Still, the meat was- eh? What's that lad up to?)
"You there!" he calls to Halandar. "Are you needing some sort of assistance? Do not be afraid, good sir, for Lieutenant--"
.oO(Think about it later)
"--Gerug of the City Guard is here to assist you! Now come out of there before someone thinks you are up to mischief!"
.o0(well its a toss up I guess.... middle door I go)
Alright Joseph we got three doors here I'm checkin the middle you take one of the others.
Brand moves and tries the middle door to see if it will open.
A voice on the other side yells, "Who's there?"
Joseph thinks he might fit through the gap, but most likely with scratches and torn clothes.
Nobody. Just stay inside I'm following a mugger and I grabbed the wrong door, sorry to disturb you.
He says in a voice just below that of normal volume hoping it is loud enough but not too loud.
.o0(you actually think that will work? Well I hope it works)
Joseph, the middle door isnt the one.he calls to Joseph.
The voice seems rather convincing.
The bard used the light cast from his sword to get a feel for their surroundings before knocking on the left door.
The courtyard is fairly tidy, especially compared to the alley.
The third door has a crude sign of a person in a bathtub hanging above the entrance.
I guess he wants to look good when he meets his maker. Brand says over his shoulder to Joseph.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there!"
The young, pretty, halfling girl struggles to keep a straight face, and Brand is not convinced that she is being truthful.
Right, and I'm a gnome. You happen to see one of your kind come though that fence there? Brand says as he indicates the hole inthe fence.
"And a lot of my kind has come in."
"You'll have to be more specific."
I mean within the last two minutes or so.
Brand looks the halfling up and down to see if she may be armed.
Hey Joseph come here, I found some one. He calls over his shoulder.
.o0(brrrr, now im wet and cold.)
.oO(That's it. Enough bluster and whoever is pursuing this one will probably reconsider. Now if I can just get him to talk.)
"What's your name, good sir? And where do you live, that I might see you safely home?"
.oO(That should do it. :D)
"Angren miqula naa uu'meetima, fallana i'harwa, i'agar ilrima." Joseph chanted while rubbing the wound. Elven to English: "Steel's kiss be undone, heal the wound, the blood won't run."
His hand started to glow and the wound shrank.
Cure Light Wounds, 1d8+3 hp restored.
Joseph walked over and looked at the halfling.
"If they had been they'd probably still be ndressing don't you think."
"Nobody goes in any further then here clothed."
She points at the pegs on the wall. Many of them holding up small sized clothing.
Joseph heals 6
Aaye, quel undome a'lle. Suut naa lle undome?
hello, good evening to you, how are you this evening?
"Should we try the last door or go in?" Joseph asked Brand.
I know someone just came into this courtyard, I followed right behind him. I take it you didn't see him then, or maybe you are covering for him.
He looks to Joseph.
What do you think, is she lying?
Hmm well hows that other door look, think I could bust it open?
.oO(Oh, good grief! A halfling who doesn't speak the local language! Must be fresh from the village or something -- no wonder he's hiding! Think... you must know some halfling phrases... turnips... [halfling]"That's a very amusing squash, sir...[/halfling] ... no, that's not going to work. Well, let's hope...)
"Um... [dwarven]Hello, tiny-big-toes. Have -- er, how you are, today? Did you help -- need help? Ahh... danger? Are danger?[/dwarven]"
.oO(It's been too long...)
Joseph knocks on the last door.
"Nobody ever goes in there."
Joseph receives no answer when he knocks,
"But if you are offering enough I might be able to take a break from folding towels."
"How much is it worth to you?"
Are you sure thats a good idea? I don't trust her much. Brand shrugs though and remains silent as Joseph talks with her.
.o0(eh its his money...)
[orc]"[interogative]You've become lost.[/interogative] [interogative]Location of home.[/interogative]"[/orc]
.oO(Let's try...)
[giant]"Pebble-born son of the world, what brings you so far from the soil which births thee? Where are thy lodgings that I may see you safely restored to your position?"[/giant]
.oO(I hope that's right. I swear Iznak was s****ing at me whenever I practiced that tongue with him.)
[dwarven] you understand dwarven right? what are you saying?
[dwarven]"Know language dwarf. Sorry, not so good speak. You lost?"[/dwarf]
.oO(Must remember to practice again...)
Why don't I just kick the door in and we find out for free? Saves you some coin.
Brand grins and heads towards the door.
+4 to hit +3 str for the burst check if i hit it.
The halfling woman shakes her head. "I hope you plan on paying for that!"
Oops, it wasnt supposed to do that. Uh... I'll fix that soon as I can. Brand says to the halfling woman, he turns to Joseph with a shrug and a little grin.
Well, light the way pal. Brand motions for Joseph to go forward to the door.
Joseph raises his sword and casts the light through the door.
[Old habits die hard...]
[dwarven]"If ... if not you are lost, then why you are...[/dwarven] --what's the word? -- [dwarven]stonehugging? No... why do you try hide? Are you run from danger?"[/dwarven]
.oO(Not a bad idea. But in the city? Oh, go on, look at him! Better to practice here than when someone twice his side decides he's an easy mark.)
[dwarven]"Yes. Best luck. Find no trouble. Good sunless time."[/dwarven]
Staff in hand, Gerug turns to continue his "round," leaving Halandar to his exploration.
I wonder what was with him, oh well, probably should go find an inn, no sign of a guild here.
I can't keep doing this. I need help... but the expense of hiring a servant...
*she kicks at the floor, frustration building*
Maybe Master Cione can suggest something. I haven't spoken with him in too long, anyway.
*flinging her cloak around her shoulders and chirruping to Ixchal, she strides from the house, not forgetting to lock the door*
To the Hightower
Brodda leaves the inn, a smile on her face, and heads for the guild of lawyers, in search for some legal assistance for Hermy Sr.
As she walks briskly, she keeps her senses alert. Upon reaching the guild, she isn't surprised to find the door locked, as its after supper time. She knocks impatiently, hoping someone, preferrably Mr. Chandl, is still in, working late.
"So would you like lead Brand, or should I?" Joseph asked.
"Whatever we do, let's be careful that he doesn't get the jump on us again."
"Oh, we left our saps behind!" Joseph said, "I'll go get them, and catch up."
Joseph touched Brand's sword and chanted, "Templa winya ar' templa iant, karna amin anmegil sila ve' malda." Elven to English: "Magic new and magic old, make my sword shine like gold."
Ran runs even faster than his customary fast pace, going straight to Zoli's rather than using his normal, roundabout route.
Cold, cold, cold... I should be stronger than this. Physical hardship is superficial, it doesn't touch the soul that is a pure flame.
So why am I so COLD!
Neat trick, but I'm patient, I'll wait for you to come back with the saps, then I'll take the lead inside if you want.
Brand looks at Joseph in the new light from his blade now added to the light from Josephs blade.
How is your wound? Was it serious?
Originally posted by Brodda
[from Nobody's]
Brodda leaves the inn, a smile on her face, and heads for the guild of lawyers, in search for some legal assistance for Hermy Sr.
As she walks briskly, she keeps her senses alert. Upon reaching the guild, she isn't surprised to find the door locked, as its after supper time. She knocks impatiently, hoping someone, preferrably Mr. Chandl, is still in, working late.
The little peep-door in the door clicks open.
"Who is it? We're closed for the night!"
"What do you think you're doing! How dare you break into this bathhouse, and then threaten me with swords!"
She takes a deep breath, and screams at the top of her lungs.
As he climbed back over the fence he said, "You can scream until you're blue in the face, but it won't change the fact we are here to get the mugger and not you."
He hopped down and straightened out his clothes.
"Here you go Brand," Joseph said as he passed Brand his sap.
Forget her, she's giving me a headache, lets see whats in here. Brand says as he walks through the door way.
"Excuse me miss, we didn't seem to start off right. My name's Joseph Kell, and you are? How much did you say it would cost to pay for the door?" he began as he removed his hat.
Diplomacy Mod +12
Mirielle walks briskly along the waterfront, watching for the landmark she was told of.
There we are, Ix. The Hungry Pelican... I can only hope, for the sake of its patrons, that the food is better than the appearance.
She turns past the tavern, pleased to see that she is now on Quail Street. Looking around, she sees the sign for the seamstress, and climbs the rickety stairs, then taps on the door.
.oO(Better not knock too hard. The door might fall off and I'd have trouble with the guards.)
The door cracks open, and a dirty face looks up at her.
"Who're..." The boy stops and takes in her middle-class appearance, so much nicer, despite the plain brown clothes, than the general run of people in this neighborhood.
"Yer wanting me mum to do some sewin' fer ye?"
Miri smiles at the boy. No, I'm sorry. I'm here for Perry. Might you be he?
He backs up, consternation in his eyes.
"Ma? Hey, Ma! There's a lady here sayin' she's after me!"
Three loud footfalls, and Perry is shoved back to safety by a woman with fire in her eyes.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
The little peep-door in the door clicks open.
"Who is it? We're closed for the night!"
Brodda smiles and looks at the peep-hole.
"Ah knoow, Ah'm soorry. Ah was hoopin' Misterrr Chandl might be worrkin' late t'night. Ah need teh speak with him. Ah'm Brrrodda. Ah helped him with a case a while back."
She softens her smile.
"Might he be in?"
Perry's mother stands aggressively, ready to defend her child.
Miri swallows, then smiles softly.
.oO(I've faced down a blood-troll, I can handle this.)
I am Dame Mirielle Dyer, Hightower Wizard. Master Cione has assigned Perry to me for preliminary training.
She raises one eyebrow slightly.
Unless, of course, you've changed your mind about apprenticing him...
Ixchal leans forward, angling her head, trying to get a better look at Perry, who peeks around his mother.
"You? But..." Mrs. Paolini gapes in shock.
Me. Are his things packed? He'll be staying at my house, on Wildrose street.
"House? Why won't he be living in the wizard tower? And how do I know you're really one of 'em?"
Mirielle sighs, irritation beginning to grow.
He isn't old enough to live in the Hightower.
She gestures and speaks, causing shimmering lights to spin around Mrs. Paolini's head, then veer off in a crazy dance through her apartment.
I really don't have a great deal of time for waiting around, Mrs. Paolini.
The seamstress rubs her hands on her skirt, then nods and turns to her son. "Get your things, Perry."
Perry looks uncertainly from his mother to Miri, then to Ixchal. "Yes, ma..."
He runs and grabs his few belongings from a box, wadding them into a mishapen bundle, then shuffles back to Miri. She pats his shoulder and says, Come along. My house is just south of the Market Square, you'll be able to visit your mother often enough...
Good day to you, Mrs. Paolini.
She nods at the older woman, then leads Perry down the stairs.
Mrs. Paolini moves slowly to the doorway, watching her son as he is taken away.
Originally posted by Brodda
Brodda smiles and looks at the peep-hole.
"Ah knoow, Ah'm soorry. Ah was hoopin' Misterrr Chandl might be worrkin' late t'night. Ah need teh speak with him. Ah'm Brrrodda. Ah helped him with a case a while back."
She softens her smile.
"Might he be in?"
"No, I'm sorry, he's already gone home.
Try back in the morning."
The peep-door slams shut.
.oO(Well, that was a bit rrruude.)
She knocks again, insistently.
"WHAT?"
"Coould Ah ask yeh t'leave a note ferr Misterrr Chandl? Meh business is fairrly urrgent, and Ah need teh see him at his earrliest possible convenience."
:D
"Fine. Write a note and I'll leave it in his letter slot."
"Let's see -- Yeh'rre inside, in an office wherre paperr and pens might be abundant... orr at least available."
She smiles thinly.
"On the otherr hand, Ah'm oout herre, wherre no such things arre anywherre teh be seen."
She softens her smile, making it more friendly.
"Ah suppose Ah coould go home, wrrite the note, then come back and knock on the doorr again, disturrbin' yeh furrtherr."
"Orr woould yeh prreferr not seein' meh agin t'night and lettin' meh borrow pen and paperr teh wrrite meh note?"
The guard stomps off, then back, and shoves a scrap of parchment through the peep-door, followed by a stylus.
"Make it snappy, dwarf."
A pair of burly, loincloth-clad, club-wielding halfling men emerge from the bathhouse.
"Ey, Rosie, what's... Awright. You brigands gonna clear out, or is there going ta be even more trouble?"
She thanks him as she takes the proferred parchment and stylus, and jots a short note:
Dear Doctor Chandl,
I have a case that I need your advice on regarding a Hermy Woodhome, who was sent to the salt mines about twenty years ago. Please at your most earliest convenience, I would like to arrange an appointment with you.
Sincerely, Brodda
She blows gently on the note, then folds it in half and hands it and the stylus back to the guard.
"Tis most apprreciated. Thank yeh. Have a most peaceful night."
Whistling, she turns and walks away.
We didn't mean to cause trouble, we are just looking for someone who attacked us.
.o0(great just what we need.. more angry small people.)
.oO(Ah've got teh meet Tynk and Minto at the Temple in the morrnin'. Guess if Ah'm gooin' teh be on time, Ah'd betterr get some sleep.)
[to Mrs. Weatherby's Boarding House]
"We are after a mugger, he is guilty of at least three assaults, the murder of a man, and attempted murder on three cases. If you'ld rather a killer go free, we will leave, if not then please assist us."
"You say you're after a mugger, but what we see is you big men menacing our Rosie with swords, after smashing in our door.
Sure don't look too good for you, and it makes your story mighty... unconvincing."
"You're invading our place of business. You don't wear the uniform of the City Guard, and you've proven yourselves to be violent thugs."
He hefts his club.
"This ends now. Leave, or we'll see to it you spend the rest o' your lives in the mines."
Lets just leave, I have no fight with them I would hate it if i accidentally kill one of them for no reason.
Brand striaghtens up and starts to back towards the fence slowly, keeping his hands out infront of him so the two little men can see them.
.o0(Well least they havent clubbed us yet...)
"I hope you two can protect your customers from this mugger as well as you fend off wouldbe benefactors," Joseph said as he too backed towards the fence.
Halandar, moves about, sticking to the shadows and moving slower so that he can't be heard.
hmm, I wonder where it would be, the underground would be a good place for it, but I have to find the entrance
Halandar decides to skulk around looking for an entrance to the sewers.
Ugh, that did not go too well. I just don't see how that little thug got outa there. The only other way was the center doo....
Brand stops in his tracks and cranes his neck to look up to the sky.
You have got to be kidding me.... He says under his breath.
he shakes his head and continues walking with Joseph.
"What is it?" he asked. The bard took a deep breath and pain shot through his chest. I guess I didn't totally heal my wound. He rested his hand on his chest and said, "Angren miqula naa uu'meetima, fallana i'harwa, i'agar ilrima." Elven to English: "Steel's kiss be undone, heal the wound, the blood won't run."
Joseph regains another 1d8+3 hp, and is all out of 1st level spells.
HP: 9 + 1d8+3 out of 19, and 1 Nonlethal damage
Spells remaining: 1|0
Just thought of some thing. I probably should have looked around more before going to the doorsYou know to see if there was some way for him to squirm out of there.
There was also that center door, I checked it and the person inside said they had a loaded crossbow so I left it alone, he may have gone in there.
That sounds like our best plan all night. Wanna go to Nobodys? Its nearby.
brand says as he looks north up the street for the Inn.
I sure hope I'm not thrown out of there for the disappearing act I performed.
Joseph walked with Brand towards Nobody's Inn.
to Nobodys.
[to Nobody's]
.oO(Why does Cione think this boy has potential? He's... ignorant. What is Gamis going to think?)
There's the house, number 16.
Mirielle unlocks the door, while Perry looks up at the thatched roof cottage with glowing eyes. She chuckles and guides him in, taking her shopping basket to the kitchen.
First things first, you get a bath, and you scrub out your clothes.
Originally posted by Halandar
Halandar decides to skulk around looking for an entrance to the sewers.
It doesn't take Halandar to long to discover a grate in a side alley that he may be able top pry loose.
+3 spot, +5 listen, +5 hide
str. mod +0
And that it might be too heavy for him.
str. mod +0
spot +3, listen +5
The second thing is how wet it is as he hits the water.
He sinks to the bottom with a loud splash and the water surrounds him completely..
jump -1, swim -3
jump +2, swim +0
jump +2
Joseph walked the street playing his mandolin on his way to the palace.
"/7 Once I bought a penny fiddle, and I thought that I would learn to play... /7"
I hope Thalos lets me out of this one, please let me get to the surface, please
He sees a dimlight coming from the ceiling of the tunnel ten feet up and about twenty feet ahead of him.
Most likely the hole he came in through.
If that isn't the entrance then he has drifted alot further.
And the extra movements Halandar makes to keep warm don't seem to be having much effect.
He is getting colder.
Though he is starting to have a hard time keeping his teeth from chattering due to the cold.
It is getting bone numbing cold for poor Halandar and he finds himself losing his energy quickily. He'll need to get out of the water quickily.
Halandar takes 6 points of non lethal damage.
If I panic I'll drown, if I panic I'll drown, come on swim swim to the entrance
and tries to swim to the entrance
And finds himself under the hole.
And next to the ladder leading up to it.
It is pitch black.
He clings to the ladder, soaked and shivering from the cold.
From the little light provided from above he can see the walls of the sewer. One five feet to ten feet to his left, another ten feet to his right. It is to dark to see much else.
.oO(I am quite sure I walked past this place earlier and then it wasn't there.)
Walking closer to the wagon, Codrian spots a small plaque above the door at one end. It reads 'Grathin's Wares' with simple letters.
.oO(Now it all makes sense.)
Ascending the steps to the door of the wagon, he opens it to reveal a modest set of living quarters, with a table, two chairs, a bunk sized shelf to his left, and two chests beneath the bunk. The glowing, ebony statue of a beautiful winged figure stands at the centre of the table, providing light for the room.
Seated on the far side of the table from Codrian is a man he recognizes immediately, middle-aged, plain, and still dressed in grey robes./
"Hello again, Mr. Enelevin! It's time we discussed the matter of Benelevir once more, now that you've had time to recover. Please take a seat -- and save your questions until the end; it will save us both time."
When Codrian is seated, he begins his explanation.
"A decision was reached that we would provide you with assistance by hiring members of a self-styled adventuring company -- the 'Silver Sword,' as they call themselves. Your employer is a member, and I believe you are familiar with several other members yourself. We have already arranged for their service in your name, so all that remains is for you to meet them and provide them with more detail about their assignment.
"Naturally, you shall say nothing of us. All the Silver Sword need to know is that you lost Jackal companions to this druid, and that he has been creating an army of ensorcelled slaves. You may tell them about the necromancer and how you were coerced into killing him by Benelvir, but I was not there.
"Mr. V. has not been overly impressed with you, Mr. Enelevin, but you have a history with Benelvir now, and I believe that makes you the right man to eliminate him. Perhaps if you had shown more focus on your gifts, rather than on playing soldier and shopkeeper, things would be different, but we cannot change our pasts, can we? Besides, you have been lucky so far, so perhaps a god's favour counts for something. I felt we owed you a second chance in any case, but not before equipping you a bit better."
The man slides a pouch and an elegantly carved wooden wand, the length of Codrian's forearm, across the table.
"The range on this wand is a little over forty yards. Just point it at two targets within five yards of each other, saying "blue" for the first and "green" for the second, or just one target and say "blue-green" together. Just make sure you want to hurt them before you use the wand. I warn you that the wand is good for only twelve more uses.
"The purse contains twenty gold pieces, which should allow you to equip yourself for the assignment."
He looks up at Codrian after showing him what to do with the wand.
"Now, do you have any questions?"
Taking the coins and the wand, Codrian starts by asking "With whom am I to travel?"
"We have made arrangements to provide you three companions from the Silver Sword. Anyone else you take beyond that number is your responsibility -- and at your expense."
"While I know many reasons why Benelvir shouldn't be allowed to continue his ploys... there must be a catch in here, why is it that Mr V. wants him retired? And can I trust that there is no immediately deadline in this? I and whomever travels with me, will have better chances at succeeding if we can take our time and approach Benelvir's base stealthily."
Codrian's host arches an eyebrow.
"Astute questions. Good. To answer the first, all I can say at present is that the druid is likely to attract unwanted attention to the region. As for the second question, yes, take your time to make sure of your target. If matters run longer than a week, however, I suggest at least sending word back, if not reporting in personally. Send any message to Natala, with instructions that she is not to read it; we can trust her to maintain that sort of confidence, and to hold it for us. Simply leave her directions that it will be picked up on behalf of a Mr. Vir."
"Okay. I can't think any of other questions right now.
"Oh, and you can pass this to Mr V: All my practice with soldierly skills haven't been useless. I have found the means to cast spells while wearing light armor without problems.
If there isn't anything else, I'll get to making necessary preparations for the mission."
Codrian stands up to leave. The grey man across from him rises with a slight start to stand with him.
"I shall relay your message, as you request," he says. "Farewell, Mister Enelevin."
"Goodbye."
Codrian turns and exits the wagon, then heads to Mrs Weatherby's home.
" /7 In a far away city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
Is where I first met,
My sweet Molly Malone.
She drives her wheel barrow,
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, 'Cockle and Babbles,
Alive, alive no.' /7 "
Late Afternoon
Joseph was still playing outside the palace, but he sang his current song without his mandolin.
As the sun went down
Joseph grabbed his sack and headed back to Nobody's Inn.
[to Nobody's]
Halandar walks over to the market to see if he can sell his daggers at a decent price.
.oO(That's the last time I'll pay attention to pine trees...)
He still couldn't help wandering what those things were.
.oO(How come those trees never hit those things? And how come they were blaming us to hurt their baby? I don't get it...
No matter... i just need rest now...) Tyros slowly heads for the Weatherby's boarding house.
[To WBH]
Halandar finds his way out of the market looks for a place to clean himself up.
There is a well in the back of a courtyard. But he would have to scale a fence to make it to it.
Halandar steps in
A large man behind the counter wrinkles up his face and cringes.
"Good lord man! What is that stench?"
[dwarven]is this a bathhouse?
"What are you jammering on about?"
Halandar points to himself and gestures scrubbing his arm and waits for the man to do something.
He holds up four fingers. And then very slowly speaks. "F-o-u-r s-i-l-v-e-r."
"You don't understand a word I'm saying do you?"
Halandar tries to get ontop of the counter and pulls out a silver and holds it between two fingers then pulls out a gold and holds it in another pair of fingers and holds up four fingers in his other hand and brings the silver up and waits a moment and then brings a gold up.
The man glares at Halandar laying on the floor for a second, and then changes his face to a smile as he points at the gold coin and holds up four fingers.
Halandar picks himself up and a look of sadness on his face, walks out and looks for the sewer entrance he was at last night
Joseph stepped out of the inn and away from the door. He noted the direction Newman walked off in. The bard waited for Brand.
Brand steps out of the Inn and into the street and looks around for Joseph.
After finally seeing him he walks over.
So who were your two new friends? He asks jokingly.
"Dae risuva ar' me'a lunganuva, tuupuva amin anta yassen er n'at edan," the bard chanted. Elven to English: "Shadow will lie and light will bend, hide my face with another man."
As he finished speaking the words, his skin and clothing rippled and were replaced by the uniform and appearance of Garth.
"Lots of money."
.o0(now thats a neat trick...)
Uh, ok... Brand says a little hesitantly.
.o0(if this isn't too convinient I don't know what is, just how do we get this money I wonder...)
He passes by the excise house, and makes a left turn down at of third warehouse , a large plain looking buildng next to the walls.
He takes a set of keys off of his belt, and puts them in the lock on a small door on the southside of the building and then starts to open the door.
Joseph approached Newman casually. He didn't try to slink or hide his approach.
.o0(Hmm... now what?)
He relaxes when he sees "Garth".
"Did your new friend finally wise up to you?"
"Or did he just run out of money?"
What did Garth sound like again?
"He passed out."
"Don't let Gunther catch you sleeping on duty. Thats his job."
Newman pushes open the door and steps inside.
"I'm going to go check and see if Gunther noticed we left."
"Why don't you go check on the new shipment?"
[Sap, Light Weapon, +4 to hit, 1d6+1 nonlethal damage]
Newman spins around and draws his club. "What was that about?"
"Are you sore about me ditching you at the inn? Cause if you weren't, you will be now."
Newman moves in and thumps Joseph across the arm with his club. "Are you going to drop that little sap of yours and apologize or am I gunna really have to give you a beating?"
Iniative:
Newman 14
Joseph 9
Joseph takes 3 points real damage, 1 point non lethal
Joseph flicked his externally glamared cape open and whipped out his longsword. The bard weaved left then thrust out with his sword. "Sorry!" he kiya'ed with his attack.
Longsword: +4 to hit, 1d8+2 One-handed attack
Joseph's Status: 16/19 hp, 1 Nonleathal
"GUNTHER! GUNTHER! Get in here!"
Why couldn't you have just gotten drunk... it would've been easier on you.
"Gunther! We have trouble!"
"Get out here now!"
.o0(what is he doing in there?)
listen check pls +1wis mod.
You must stop him!
He grabbed his sap off the ground and took off after Newman.
Brand draws his shield and sap and runs inside to see whats going on.
Hey, whats goin on in here? He calls out when he gets to the door way.
The guard appears to be backing away towards a door on the south wall, and yelling for help from someone named Gunther.
Brand is at iniative 12.
"GET OUT HERE!"
The door on the south end of the warehouse burst open and an old man weilding a great axe jumps out. "Wots going on here!"
Gunther looks at Newman, "Garth" and then charges at Brand. "Ya no good thief! I'll show ya wot we do to your kind around here!"
Brand is barely able to step out of the way of the wildily swinging axe.
Newman stops retreating and leers at Joseph, "Now you've done it. Gunther gets very grumpy without his beauty sleep."
Newmans club swings out catching Joseph on the side of the head.
Joseph takes 3 real damage, 1 non lethal damage.
Gunther is at iniative 10
"Why you!" he shouted.
The took a firm hold of his longsword and lashed out with it at Newman.
If Joseph missed "Hold still!"
If Joseph connected "Take that!"
If Joseph downed Newman "And that's why you should've just let me knock you out!"
Two-Handed Longsword Attack: +4 to hit, 1d8+3 slashing damage.
Joseph's Status: 13 of 19 hp, 2 nonlethal damage
Originally posted by Mirielle
Mirielle chats lightly with Perry as she leads him to her house, sounding him out to ascertain the extent of his education.
.oO(Why does Cione think this boy has potential? He's... ignorant. What is Gamis going to think?)
There's the house, number 16.
Mirielle unlocks the door, while Perry looks up at the thatched roof cottage with glowing eyes. She chuckles and guides him in, taking her shopping basket to the kitchen.
First things first, you get a bath, and you scrub out your clothes.
In the evening, fifteen minutes or so after Miri arrives, the front door opens and Gamis steps inside, hanging his key. "I'm home, darling," he says as he bends down to wiggle his fingers at a squirming, bouncing Ixchal.
Mirielle hurries out from the kitchen, dabbing at a large wet patch on her skirt.
Gamis! Hello...
Smiling broadly, she goes up to him for a kiss.
How did training go today?
Well, I finished that potion...
She takes Gamis' cloak and hangs it on the hook.
Then I went to the Tower and spoke with Master Cione about the difficulty of running a house and being a practicing mage at the same time...
Mistress Mirielle? Can I be done now? I got my hair wet...
...and he suggested I take on an apprentice... she finishes, face beet red.
He lowers his voice a little and faces her again. "He's... going to be living with us?"
I have to feed and house him.
The Tower will provide for his clothing, though. Master Cione wants him ready for formal apprenticeship in two years.
She turns towards the kitchen.
Perry, I'm quite sure your mother taught you to use soap when bathing! Now get that hair clean!
To Gamis, she continues, He's from down by the river. His mother is some sort of seamstress, but oh my, what a run-down neighborhood... not quite the slums.
Well, he's only ten... and not very well-schooled...
Perry will be useful.
I washed my hair. Can I get out of the tub now?
Step onto the ragrug when you get out, Perry. she calls into the kitchen.
No sign of a father, and he hasn't mentioned one, either. Mirielle whispers thoughtfully to Gamis.
"What'll we do with him when we need to be out of town for a few days? Have him stay with his mother again in the meantime?"
That, or send him to my parents, I suppose. His manners are better than I expected, so far.
Um... heh... excuse me...
She sprints for the kitchen, Ix hot on her heels.
Well, Perry, I suppose we see how well you handle a mop, now...
.oO(I guess we'll see...)
Hey wait! No...I'm not a thief! Brand forgets about his sap all together, and brings his shield up infront of himself just trying to avoid that man's large axe.
Full defensive for brand.
Gunther's fearsome attack is easily batted aside by Brands defences. Gunther seems to sense that Brand is not trying to counter attack. "Drop yer weapon and I promise I want hurt you."
Newman swings his club at Joseph, the bard spins out of the weapons path. Newman curses. "I'll give you the same offer Gunther gave your friend. "
Passing an alley, he hears dwarven cursing. A quick look shows an elderly dwarf attempting to prevent an unbalanced 2-wheeled cart from overturning.
It is... (just looked it up)
12: Brand, Newman
10: Gunther
9: Joseph
Initiative == 9
Dammit! You are devoted to your path, leave it now and you will die... or end up in a cell waiting to hang... which is just as bad.
"No choice..." Joseph muttered as he continued his attack.
After completing a swing at Newman, Joseph took a step to put Newman between him and Gunther if possible..
Two-handed Longsword attack: +4 to hit, 1d8+3 slashing damage.
Thank you. Brand says hurridly as he watches the other man get hit by 'garth's' sword.
Your friend may need help, I don't wish to fight you sir. Brand says lowering his shield and easing himself into a more relaxed stance.
Gunther looks at "Garth" and shakes his head. "Whats gotten into you boy. Put down your sword."
Newman calls out to Gunther before swinging at Joseph. "He aint Garth! Help me out here!"
Joseph brings his sword down hard across Newmans head, and the guard crumbles to the ground.
Gunther curses and rushes up to Joesph swinging his axe overhead. Joseph manages to dance out of its path and Gunther screams in rage.
"My, what a big axe you have," the disguised bard said as he swung his swung his blade up at Gunther.
Two-handed Longsword attack at Gunther: +4 to hit, 1d8+3 damage. Don't forget to factor the -2 to AC Gunther gets for charging.
Careful! I think I can knock him out, you can let the city guards have him from there. Brand says to Gunther, looking at the man waiting to see if he goes for the plan.
Joseph is almost knocked off his feet as Gunthers axe catches him across the chest. Only the armor he is wearing keeps him from being nearly ripped in two.
Gunther spits at him. "Ya like that boy? Cause the next one is really going to hurt."
Joseph takes 9 points lethal, 1 point non lethal damage
Joseph withdrew from Gunther 10 feet.
I can't let them flank me... Perhaps bringing Brand is wasn't such a good move... perhaps bringing myself in wasn't such a good idea... he thought.
The bard chanted, "Angren miqula naa uu'meetima, fallana i'harwa, i'agar ilrima." Elven to English: "Steel's kiss be undone, heal the wound, the blood won't run."
Cure Light Wounds: regain 1d8+3 hp
Joseph's Status: 4 of 19 hp; 3 nonleathal damage.
Wait! do not kill him! Leave him to the guards, little work in the mines would do him some good. Or watching him hang maybe. Brand says to Gunther in hopes of changing his mind.
sap +4 to hit, 1d6+3 non leathal.... and diplomacy check if needed for calming guther is at -1.
Brand moves up next to the bard andbrings his sap down on the side of Josephs head.
Gunther moves and swings, his axe crashing into Josephs left side. Joseph flies back and lands on the ground unconcious.
"Now ya cin take whats left of him to the guards.".
Joseph heals himself of 9 points of damage, and takes 5 non lethal from Brands sap. And then 7 lethal, 1 non lethal from Gunther. He is at -3, 9 of which are 9 non- lethal.
Brand places his sap back on his belt and takes Joseph's sword in hand.
Check your friend, see if he is alright. I will take whats left of this to the guards. Brand says as he tries to secure Joseph's sword to his belt some how, and put away his shield. He then goes and picks the bard up over his shoulder and starts to head out.
Glad I could help, I hope your friend isnt hurt too badly. Brand calls over his shoulder as he heads out the door.
Newman will live. Hes a tough cookie."
"I'll go check at the jail for that scum after I get Newman to Natalas."
"He'd better be there."
Brand walks out of the warehouse and down the street towards the guard chapter house.
After a few blocks he looks around for an alley he can step into without drawing much attention, though the streets are pretty empty anyways.
Finally finding a suitable alley brand stop and lower Joseph to the ground and sits him up against a wall. Brand squats down next to him making sure the manacles are on securely.
Come on.. wake up. Brand says quietly, as he lightly slaps the side of Joseph's face.
.o0(I cannot believe he actually thought that was good idea. What a fool.)
Brand takes Joseph's money pouch and secures it to his belt. He removes the whip from the bard as well. Brand looks
He picks the bard up over his shoulder and continues to the guard chapter house.
You really gone and done it this time...Brand mutters quietly as he slowly makes his way there.
After a good few minutes Brand sees the chapter house nearing. He stops for a moment, he reaches over with his left hand and removes the mandolin from Joseph. He resumes walking to the chapter house and stops outside the door.
.o0(he wont be needing that...may as well take it for safe keeping. Well he was a nice enough guy, heck he's the only guy I know in this city. The law is the law though.)
Brand sighs and pounds on the door to the chapter house, then enters the building.
To the guard chapter house.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
As Aramil hikes down to the docks, he is amazed at all the things he never noticed before--houses, businesses, shops...
Passing an alley, he hears dwarven cursing. A quick look shows an elderly dwarf attempting to prevent an unbalanced 2-wheeled cart from overturning.
*Aramil quickly goes over and helps the elderly dwarf.
"I'll help ye with that. Where too?"
The elderly dwarf hustles around the cart with surprising alacrity. He attaches the leather traces to the waiting donkey's harness, then pulls away the wheelchocks. He pulls the donkey's head around, then peers at Aramil.
"Hrmph. Well, thankee. M'name's Hegnus. Hegnus Longbeard"
*Aramil waits to see if Hegnus will let him help out or not.
"Ye can walk with me, I suppose.
What's yer trade, lad?"
"Thank ye. I'd like some ter talk to. It be nice to get ter know some histroy of Garics. Never really did look inter it that much."
*Aramil nods to Hegnus then says in reply to his question.
"Oh well I'm a smith over at the SSAG. Makin' armor or weapons whichever ye prefer ;) . And seeing that ye work fer the docks, what do ye do in yer spare time? Or don't ye get much of that?"
Spare time, eh? Well, of a night ye'll find me at the Hungry Pelican. They've a bowling lawn behind, and I'm a fair throw wi' a good round rock."
"Bowlin eh? Well haven't played much of the game meself. Maybe I can play with ye sometime and ye can teach me some tricks of the trade ;) Wadda say?"
"What sort of clan...? Er, sorry 'bout that.
Hmph. Young folks these days, no respect fer tradition.
Aye, you c'mon by the Hungry Pelican t'night, get yer ale an' come out the back door. We'll be there."
"Aye, I'm sure I'll see ye then. But first we need ter get this rope down ter the docks."
*Aramil continues along helping Hegnus whenever possible until they reach the docks.
"M'wife always loaded the cart, but she up an' died last week, and I don't have her touch for balancing the thing."
He pauses, then hrumphs, thanks Aramil gruffly, and goes about delivering coils of rope to his waiting customers.
*Aramil goes up to Hegnus and helps him unload the cart of ropes to the customers. When they are done Aramil turns to Hegnus and says:
"Well I'm seeing that ye need a new pair of hands ter help ye. So ye willing ter let me help ye? No pay, just ter help ye till ye get some new help, then after we can go bowlin'. Sound good?"
"Ye've been a help already, an' I'm grateful. I c'n get me cart 'n donkey home alright, with the load sold."
He offers his hand to shake, then adds, "I'll see ye tonight, behind the Hungry Pelican."
Hegnus leads his donkey back the way he came, and Aramil remembers he's supposed to be meeting the ore shipment.
"What are ye doing?!?!?! This is no time fer a breack, get up here and help us out ye dolt!"
*Aramil starts to reply something but only shrugs his shoulders and goes up to the ship and starts to help unload the shipment of ore. The crew of the ship look at him oddly for they knew that Aramil was no part of the ship but they shrug there shoulders and nod to Aramil thanking him for the extra hand. When they get done the crew head off to one of the taverns where they can relaxe and get some ale after a long voyage. Aramil sees the dwarf standing in the same place looking out to sea this time, so he quietly makes his way up to the dwarf. When he gets up there he tries to speak to the dwarf, but the dwarf seemed that he knew he was comming and says before Arami can say anything:
"Thank ye fer helping us, I knew that ye wasn't in our crew, just observin how we do things, but me legs hurt and I can't help out our crew. So thank ye again."
*When Aramil hears this he automatically looks down to see that splint is on the outside of the dwarfs leg and he is leaning to his good side to take some pressure off his leg. Aramil nods to the dwarf and says:
"Yer welcome. How did that happen ter yer leg?"
"Long story, maybe I'll get the chance to tell ye later. Oh sorry fer being mean ter ye, me names Flink McKnuckles and ye are?"
*The dwarf bows low his black beard sweeping the deck of the boat.
*Aramil returns the bow and when he gets back up he introduces himself.
"Good to meat ye Flink I'm Aramil Dunskar. Well since were done here I'm sure that ye can tell me the story, I would also like ter learn more about yer boat and crew. But lets do this over a nice mug o' ale. I know a place were we can do it too."
*Flink nods his head and motions for Aramil to lead the way. Aramil nods his head and leads off to the Hungry Pelican where he hopes that he'll meet up with Hegnus also.
*After some time*
*Aramil and Flink finally make there way to the Hungry Pelican and when they enter a warm fire embraces them and also the shouts of a couple of dwarves from the back entrance.
.oO(Musta already started bowlin')
*Aramil looks around the room and spots Hegnus sitting with a couple of other dwarves drinking and laughing. Aramil leads Flink that way but only after he order a couple of pints of ale for the both of them. Then Aramil sits down with Flink and Hegnus and they talk long into the night. Aramil learns how Flink got that nasty broken leg, battling some ninja pirates (*kudos to the recent Dragon magazine for bringing that up ;) ) where he got hit pretty bad by a hammer thrown by the captain, just before he killed him.
*After some time of talking Hegnus leads both of them outside where they begin to bowl, he gives a couple of good tips to Aramil but as he finds out Aramil was already decent. So they spend most of the night bowling and drinking and talking outside in the back.
“Well, oh Masterr Barrd of Sneakiness,” she whispers as she winks at her companion, “what’s the best way teh git him teh give up his client? Hmm? Teach meh…”
"Umm, not so directly of course. Or in those words."
Minto takes off his hat and scratches his head before putting it back on.
"Hmmmm, I was warned not to comment on the mans heighth."
"Evidently its a sore point with him."
"Humans seem to think that taller is better. I think they think heigth and attractivness go hand in hand."
Minto raises his eyes."I bet he doesn't get much attention from the ladies."
"At least the attractive ones."
"Maybe we could solve that little problem for him."
"I know an attractive woman who seems to have a thing for short men."
Minto winks.
.oO(And bein' shorrt is unattrrractive? Since when?) *snort*
"So this Darrron is shorrt ferr a human?"
She smirks.
"And Ah'm verrry parrticularr aboout meh men, thank yeh verrry much!" :p
She turns and looks around again, hearing the sounds of someone approaching. She straightens her skirts and smooths her hair, and puts a friendly smile on her face.
"Helloo!" She approaches someone as he appears. "Arre yeh the ownerr herre, sirr? Ah'm hoopin' yeh kin help us. Yeh see, meh frriend herre," she indicates Minto, "has this wonderrful flowerr garrden in frront of his home. Prrize-winnin' actually. Well, as meh frriend and Ah werre sharrin' a bit o' tea in his home, he hearrs this strrange noise come frrom outside."
She risks a quick glance to Minto, who is smiling, but she can see he is wondering what she is up to. She turns back to the man.
"Upon investigatin' the nooise, he finds this larrge -- and Ah'll grrant yeh that teh folks of ourr staturre, most horrses arre larrge, but Ah'm talkin' aboout a LARRRGE horrse -- is chewin' an' chompin' at meh frriend's prrize winnin' dahlia's! Yeh woouldn'a believe this gigantic crreaturre was lookin' like he was eatin' the sweetest o' sweets, the way his eyes rrolled in his head! Ah woould'a laughed at the sight if it hadn'a been ferr meh frriend's anguish overr his loss."
She pauses for a moment.
"Ah'm surre the ownerr didn'a mean ferr it teh happen. He prrobably left it tied up somewherre while dooiin' daily business, and the knot just slipped. And if this werre just a norrmal everryday garrden, it woouldn'a been any rreal issue..."
She looks back to Minto again to be sure he has adopted the appropriate mournful look for the loss of his dahlias. She shakes her head and forces a tear to appear before turning back to the man..
"Do yeh see that look on his face? Prrize-winnin' dahlias! Ah'm surre the felleh is a perrfectly nice man and all, but therre's got teh be soome rrecompense. An apology if noothin' else."
She looks up at the man sadly.
"Will yeh help us?"
"It was a large black horse. Like the kind you see warriors riding around on. It wasn't your average plowhorse."
"It had the look of well cared for horse."
"Obviously not well feed though or my precious...."
Minto breaks into a loud sob .
Tyros starts walking towards the Inn to see if he can find anyone of interest there.
He rubs the back of his hand across his stubbly chin, and asks, "So, you're wondering if I could help you track down the owner by recognizing the horse? A big, black warhorse, you say?
Hmm... well, the only horse I know that fits that description is Justice. 'Course, I'm only one farrier, there might be another horse like that that I've just not shod."
Brek shakes his head. "Best to drop it, though, if that's the horse. His owner is Daron Haldar, and he's a dangerous man."
"I met him a few times. He didn't seem very dangerous. At least not any more then most warriors."
"And he didn't seem the type who'd let his horse wander around eating peoples precious flowers."
Minto sniffles loudly a few times.
Brodda turns from Minto and looks at the man in wide-eyed horror.
"Ferrget it? Sirr! We canna' do that. Meh frriend canna' sleep at night, so distrraught is he."
.oO(Ah've got teh make it soound urrgent that we speak teh Haldarr...AH!)
Brodda's expression changes from sadness to sadness mingled with guilt.
"And therre's... therre's a cerrtain matterrr of the horrse maybe bein' ill..."
She looks up to Brek with big, green, mournful eyes.
"We experrimented with the dahlias this yearr. And it worrked! It's the firrst time he's won a prrize ferr 'em. But teh make 'em so lovely, we used..."
She looks at her feet.
"Well, let's just say the horrse might not be feelin' too well now. We rreally need teh find the ownerr of the horrse. And if this Darrron Haldarrr is he, it dooesn't matterr if he's dangerrous, orr an ex-captain of the guarrd, orr soomeone's frriend. We hafta let him knoow what happened."
She looks back at Minto, eyes wide with disbelief that she's just crafted this huge lie.
.oO(Ah've no idea wherre that came frrom!)
She turns back to Brek with mournful eyes.
"Are you saying the horse might be poisoned? That you put poison out where valuable animals, or even children, could get at it?"
There is an expression of potential outrage in his eyes.
Brodda looks at the farrier, horrified.
"Oh no! Sirr, not wherre we thought anyone coould get to it, otherr than meh frriend and any visitorrs of his! They'rre on a balcony, well oout of the rreach of most. It neverr occurred t'us that a verry larrge horrse woould coome visitin'!
She re-adopts a look of sad guilt.
"We rreally woould like teh locate the horrses ownerr and, well, explain -- let him knoow what happened and get the pooorr animal trreated prroperrly if needed. We feel just terrrrrible!"
He stables Justice west of the Excise House. Place called the Rider's Friend."
"Ooh, Sirr! Thank yeh so verry much! We'rre so grrateful ferr yeh'rre help! We were worryin' we'd neverr locate the horrse and its ownerr!
After shaking the man's hand vigorously, Brodda and Minto hurry out of the farrier.
Once outside, and some streets away, Brodda nudges her companion.
"Nice tearrs, and verry effective sobbin'." ;)
"But it does have it's uses occasionally."
"I don't like doing it unless it's for something important like this. I have to relive a few terrible memories to get the tears flowing."
Minto shudders.
"Accordians and gnomes just don't belong together."
Minto shudders again.
"Shall we get to the 'Rider's Friend' now? I think I've passed few it a few times on the way to the guild."
Minto takes Brodda's hand a leads her towards the excise house, and then to the stables. He approaches slowly, looking over the horses when they enter.
Hooves thud against wood, and a laconic yet annoyed voice calls out, "Eh, settle ye'self, Justice, that mare's not for you."
"Shall we see if we can find the man that goes with it?"
Minto walks towards the commotion at the end of the stables.
"Hello! I'm not interupting anything am I?"
"Naw, we've just got a mare here in season, and ol' Justice is anxious to, heh, 'show his appreciation.' What can I do for you folks?"
"And for some reason we thought of a horse."
Minto looks towards the stall where Justice is.
"Is that Justice? Daron Haldars horse?"
"Our friend is a big fan of Sir Haldars."
Minto pretends to think of something, and then smiles.
"Do you know what my friend might really like? We were thinking of getting him a horse, and I know theres not a horse on earth he'd rather have then Justice."
"Now I know Sir Haldar would never give up his horse, but maybe he'd be willing to stud him out?"
"I think my friend would just love to have one of Justices offspring."
"He fancies himself a hero, and I think one of Justice's heirs would make a very heroic mount. Don't you agree?"
The stablehand squints out the door, and adds, "This late in the day he's probably over at the Sheaf and Apple, on Barret's Alley."
*After he is done playing, with his team winning the game, he smiles and then goes back inside and sits down, he orders another mug of ale, he waves as Hegnus, Dag, and Nag exit the Hungry Pelican and then relaxes as he drinks another mug of ale. While he is drinking his ale a human walks up to him and says:
"May I sit here?"
*Aramil waves his hand while he is drinking to let him sit down.
"Thank you. I happened to walk out back to watch your game of bowling, well it was a good game, but how exactly do you play?"
*Aramil sets his mug down and whips off his mouth with his beard. Then he says to the human:
"Well its not a hard game ter pick up, bout anyone could do it if they spent time ter learn it, much like yerself. First off you need to teams of 4 people, then ye need ter get yerself 10 rocks, all of which are smooth and round, much like a ball. Each team has 5 rocks, 4 of each are the same size and the other is smaller. Then ye get a ref to watch the match and determine the winners and such. Now the field is split up into two equal sides, and each team picks a side. Then each team decides where to place there smaller ball. Once thats done, one person on a team rolls their ball to see if they can get it close to the opponents smaller ball. Once thats done, a person on the other team goes and does the same thing, be he also has the option of knocking the opponents ball back so that they don't score a point. Now ye do this till all of your team went. Once thats done the judge decides how many points are awarded each team. Then whoever has the most points wins that round. There are 5 rounds in a match, and we mostly play one match a night. Not a bad game, and lots o' fun. ;) "
*The human smiles and nods his head.
"Thank you, maybe I'll play with you sometime."
*Aramil bows his head and smiles.
"I'll be looking forward to see ye, but fer now I need ter go. Good Night Sir......?"
"Roland, Sir Roland Nitenli."
"Well good night then Sir Roland Nitenli."
*Aramil bows to Roland and then exits and heads back to the SSAG for some sleep.
Now would be a good time to get out of the city...
Who do I find first? Probably Halandar... after that scene at the Last Lich... it could take longest to find him.
Boo!! How are you?
Halandar's eyes drop to Joseph's hand, raising one eyebrow and bug eyed says
How did that happen?
"What the hell is the matter with you?!"
"I nearly attacked you! Are you trying to send me to an early grave? By the Mother..." he sighed.
"This.." gesturing to the stump, "is what happens when you trust a mercenary to guard your back."
"Let's get get the others."
giving Joseph a surprised look
Joseph headed towards the hightower.
"We'll get the others in the morning. But we have to find a place to sleep... since you got thrown out of the Last Lich Inn... I hope you learned something from that. Like not playing with people's perception..."
"Leave that to me," the bard winked.
Luck of Heroes is a feat in Wheel of Time and Forgotten Realms that mimics the +1 bonus Halflings get to all saves.
"Let's just find an alley to camp out in.." Joseph suggested.
Joseph exploded into laughter.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
"S'pose he might. You'd have to ask him yourself, of course."
The stablehand squints out the door, and adds, "This late in the day he's probably over at the Sheaf and Apple, on Barret's Alley."
Brodda looks at the big horse, her eyes sorta big, her belly sorta churning, as she makes a face.
.oO(Now therre's soomethin' no dwarrf everr wanted teh see. Horrses matin'. And he's a big horrse. Minto was rright aboout that.)
She smiles at the stablehand and hands him a couple of gold coins.
"Thank yeh ferr the tip, lad." :D
Outside the stables, Brodda smoothes her hair, making sure there's no hay stuck in it.
"Ah hoope yeh'rre frriend is worrth all this trroouble -- and dooesn't mind bein' foound. Ah mean, bein' a frriend and not knoowin' wherre he is soounds like he's goone to a lot of trroouble teh stay oouta sight."
She notices that the sun is starting to set.
.oO(The shadoows arre gettin' loong. It's a good time teh prractice at not bein' seen.)
As they head for the Sheaf and Apple, Brodda starts ducking behind buildings and in doorways, practicing stealth.
"He gave up his disguise as a black knight to attend Hermys wedding after all. He'll help us out here. Regardless of the trouble."
.o0(He's probably just on a very long bender anyhow. Rumour around town is that Natala and him had some kind of falling out.)
As the two bards head towards the tavern, Minto points out to Brodda whenever he can spot her attempts to hide, and then closes his eyes to give her another chance to hide.
Subduing such urges until she can get a better feel for the place, she looks to Minto to locate this Haldar.
"I'm not sure if I see him or not. Something about the man in the corner over there reminds me of Daron. I can't get a good look at him from here though."
"Would you be a dear, and buy three ales in case it is him?"
"I don't need to tell you how much a good drink can tip a conversation in our favor do I?"
Minto winks at Brodda and then weeds his way towards the man in the corner to see if it is Daron Haldar.
It is, indeed, Daron Haldar, and he has the look of a man who has seen too much.
"Of courrse Ah will."
Despite the crowding she manages to find a spot and orders three ales from a hard-worked, but smiling maid.
"A fine lookin' establishment this is." She starts above the din. "Is it always like this?"
Minto doesn't wait for an answer and pulls out two chairs and plops down in one.
"I've never been to this place before. It seems very popular. "
"Do you come here often?"
She hands over the three brimming mugs, and pockets the coin.
"We're the only tavern in the city with apple ale worth drinking. Enjoy!"
She takes one of the mugs and sniffs at it, then shrugs. Looking around, she sees Minto and carries the three ales over, handing one to Minto and the other to he whom she presumes to be the infamous Daron Haldar, smiling warmly as she does.
"Greetin's to yeh! Have an ale. Ah'm told its quite fine!"
She winks to Minto and sits in the empty seat.
Originally posted by Minto Newberry , Bard Extroidinaire
Minto nods at Daron, and then makes a motion towards an empty chair. "Do you mind if I sit? Its pretty crowded in here."
Minto doesn't wait for an answer and pulls out two chairs and plops down in one.
"I've never been to this place before. It seems very popular. "
"Do you come here often?"
"I like it here well enough," Daron replies flatly. "Why are you here?"
Minto turns to more serious expression and lowers his voice. ""And to find you."
"Hermy needs some help."
...what does he need."
.oO(It's a bit sweet, but not too bad.)
She studies Daron as he looks in a fairly unfriendly manner at Minto.
.oO(He looks like he's seen quite a lot, and its turrned him... sourr. Ah wonderr if he's as dangerrous as the farrierr said?)
"But those aren't why we are here."
"He needs some information."
"And information that can be trusted. Information you might be able to give."
Minto glances around the room.
"I don't know why you've been hiding out from your friends, and its not my place to ask. I'm sure you have your reasons."
"Brodda and I won't take up too much of your time."
"After Hermys wife died, he found out that his father was still alive, but in the salt mines."
"For a crime that Kirby committed."
"And we've since discovered that the guard captain at the time, Kerris, might have hide some valuable evidence or testimony."
"We need to free Hermys father, and to do that we need that evidence."
"Did you ever hear anything about her? Or maybe even the case while you were in the guards."
"It was before your time, I know. Twenty years ago. But guards talk don't they?"
"Especially when they think something might be fishy. Did you ever hear anything about a halfling killing an acoylte of Agathalos?"
"Everyone we've talked to has been sure that Kerris covered something up. Even the priests at the Ttemple of the mother."
"But without evidence... Well you know the law better then I do."
"Hermy's father is alive? And in the salt mines? I'm... shocked. And sorry -- he's unlikely to still be alive after twenty years. How long was his sentence?"
He nods to the rest of Minto's theories.
"Yes, well, you might be able to buy off the rest of his sentence, if he's still alive, and you can convince the Church of Thalos that the wrong man was convicted."
"Convincing the Church of Agathalos won't be a problem."
"We have a confession from the real killer, Kirby."
"And Father Camrun of the Temple of the Mother will be speaking in Hermy Sr's defense. He spoke the first time as well though. And it didn't do much good then. But I think that was Captain Kerris doing."
"It was a thirty year sentance so there should be ten years left."
"I'm not sure if we can come up with enough money to buy that much out. Hermy has had to spend everything hes had recently at the Temple for various reasons."
"The really should name a wing after him for all the gold hes put in their coffers."
"But if we can't clear his name, we will find away to raise the money to buy out the contract."
"Depending on how much it is, I might have enough if I don't make those wands for the Jackals like I was planning on doing."
"Getting him out of the mines should be the first priority."
Daron looks genuinely concerned.
"You'd better explain that. Hermy is gullible, I'm sorry to say it, but there it is."
"And he's had more then his share of tragedies lately."
Minto takes a drink from his ale before continueing.
"While he was waiting for the preists to get set up for the raising cerimony for Alissa, he was sent into the meditation labyrith in the Temple."
"Have you ever been in there? I haven't, but I've heard a lot of strange things about it."
"While he was in there, evidently he spoke to his mothers spirit. Or at least someone speaking on behalf of his mothers spirit. She told him how much he resembled his father, and that his father was still alive."
"The priests there did not think it overly strange. Uncommon certainly, but I don't think it was the first time someone spoke with someone from beyond the grave in there."
"Hermy has no doubts it was his mother."
" And I believe him, seeing as how he was able to talk to Alissa's spirit when the raising failed."
"The uncommon isn't exactly rare where Hermy is concerned."
"I know you believe in halfling luck, and Hermy is as exemplary as halflings come."
Daron shakes his head.
"I'm very sorry to hear that."
Minto frowns and takes a deep drag from his drink.
"Hermy was called away to help the guild at the pass during the campaign against the orcs. He left the morning after the wedding."
"Early I might add."
" While he was gone Alissa went with NaShae to rescue her son."
"She didn't come back alive."
"Hermy found out when he got back from the mission."
Minto takes another drink.
"He handled it remarkably well all things considered."
"Better then Aria certainly."
"The guild went into action top help raise the funds for bringing her back."
"Darkar led most of the guild to an undead filled keep to gather funds."
"Gamis, NaShae, Kywyn, Lt. Gerug, Hermy, Brodda here and I went out into the desert and found a mummys tomb."
"We got the funds nessasary, but like I said. The Mother had another task for her."
"Hermy spread Alissa's ashes into the winds at the spot he first met her."
Minto puts down his drink.
"Can you see why we need to find and free his father? He needs some happimess in his life."
"I'm willing to risk the chance that his father isn't alive and he imagined speaking to his mother."
"Any hope is better then none at all."
"Where is Hermy now? And do you know the way to the salt mine?"
"I think it was mostly an excuse to get out of the city and unwind a bit."
"The Mother knows he could use a vacation from his troubles for a while."
Minto looks at Brodda and then back to Daron and shrugs.
"I have no clue where the salt mines are. We haven't got that far in our investigation yet."
"We've only been on the case since yesterday morning."
Least I can do for Hermy."
"Helping us out is more then the least."
"And very appreciated."
"I have a free schedule until Hermy gets back,... Brodda do you have any pressing buisness or can you set out tomorrow morning?"
She chuckles.
"Doon't be silly. Of coourrse Ah'm frree. Soomeone's got teh keep an eye on yeh felleh's."
She winks at the men and finishes her appley ale.
"Where shall we met?"
"I don't think the guild is an option. Am I right Daron?"
"We could met at Mrs. Weaterbys."
"Or at the stables where you are keeping Justice."
She looks at the big man and gives him a reserved smile.
.oO(Ah'm glad he's softened up a bit, but he still makes meh uneasy. If Minto didn't claim him as a frriend, Ah woouldn'a botherred.)
She digs into her pouch and sets money on the table to cover the round of drinks, then stands and smiles.
"And seein' as hoow its gettin' late and Ah've got soome packin' teh do, Ah'll be on meh way."
She kisses Minto and grabs her things. Turning to Daron, she smiles again.
"A pleasurre teh meet'cha Misterr Haldarrr. Ah look forrwarrd teh trravelin' with yeh. Afterr all, any frriend o'Minto's..."
She looks at the man for a moment longer, trying to get some sense of his heart, then turns and leaves the tavern.
"Is there anything you recomend me bringing along for the journey?"
He drains his mug.
"Weapons, food... It's a good three or four day trip, and unless something has changed, the inn there serves terrible food."
"And I'm not even sure Brodda knows how to ride. Its my understanding that most dwarfs can't... though I here Lt. Gerug has been spotted clinging to the side of a horse more then once."
Minto smiles.
"There are a few spare mounts at the guild, I'll see if Tiv can recommend one for a beginning rider."
"As far as food goes, well, I think you've been without any of Volos cooking for too long. I'll ask him to whip something up. And I know a spell that can improve almost any cooking, so we don't need to worry about the food at the inn."
Mintos face turns more serious. "As far as weapons go, both Brodda and I have some."
"And we both know how to use them."
He smiles thinly and nods to the rest of Minto's comments, then stands.
"Dawn at the stable. See you then."
He turns and strides out of the tavern, dodging the other patrons.
.o0(He's changed... He almost seems like a different man then the one Hermy knows.)
Minto finishes his ale and then gets up andheads for home.
,o0(Is that pony of Threfdils still around? I think Brodda should be able to ride it.)
You can see why he liked this alley, its too narrow for more then one normal sized person to move around in. Brand says as they walk down the allaey to the fence.
Ok, on the other side of this fence is the courtyard withthe three doors I told you about. The fence is easy enough to climb, once you're over check for anyways he could have gotten out. Brand reiterates to Tyros.
And, dont worry, I'm just a shout away. Brand says with a grin.
Tyros climbs the fence and immediately looks for any place that a halfling could escape, be it high or low.
.oO(A halfling could squeeze through almost anything... couldn't it?)
.o0(Why is it adventures always start at the crack of dawn? I'd think they'd get in less fights if the weren't always waking people up. I know I'm cranky when I don't get to sleep in.)
.o0(How many evil wizards do you think are really just sleep deprived?)
"Mmrrnin'. Is he herre yet?"
He looks at the pair awaiting him, and nods approvingly.
"Let's go, then."
He swings easily into the saddle, and leads the way to the west gate.
When she looks to Minto, she notices for the first time his riding dog and a pony.
"We'rre not hikin' Ah take it."
She steps up to the pony and strokes its nose, allowing it to become familiar with her scent.
.oO(Well, it dooes make sense, Misterr Haldarr bein' so long of leg and all. Therre's no sense in grripin'.)
She moves to the side of the pony, her hand never leaving its side. With some effort, she climbs into the saddle, takes grasp of the reins, and follows Daron through the city to the gate.
"Volos baked us a few pies and a picnic lunch, I hope we aren't going to be in too big of a hurry to stop for lunch."
"Can't you eat in the saddle?"
He does a double-take at the sight of Brodda's bouncing on the pony.
"Then again, perhaps we should stop for lunch."
Minto glances at Brodda.
"Are you doing all right? You aren't used to riding much are you?"
"What a sight Ah must be -- a dwarrfess rridin' on a pony with a man and a halflin'."
She smiles at Minto.
"Ah'm dooin' alrright. Ah've rridden beforre... once."
She winces a bit at the memory, but feels her usual morning grogginess wearing off as they ride through the city. She talks periodically to her mount.
"Minto, what's his name?"
"You want to talk about sight... imagine a halfling knight on a bear."
"Crrimechaserr? It's... it's not a bad name. But... it's missin'soomethin'. Therre's no elegance in it.
She leans forward, whispering to the pony.
"We'll fix that, won't we, lad? We'll find an elegant, yet just as worrthy name ferr yeh."
She smiles and looks on ahead, whistling.
Originally posted by Tyros Elessar
Ok.
Tyros climbs the fence and immediately looks for any place that a halfling could escape, be it high or low.
.oO(A halfling could squeeze through almost anything... couldn't it?)
On the other side of the fence, Tyros sees a small courtyard, maybe fifteen feet square, with a central waterpump. There are three doors.
I really hope we can get that little thing today...
Tyros begins walking to the left door and quickly turns his direction to the middle door.
.oO(Left is my week side... :P )
Tyros tries to open the door.
Tyros approaches the other door and tries to open it.
"Get away from my door, or I'll call the guards!"
"To take away your body!"
Originally posted by Brodda
Brodda frowns as she strokes her mount's neck.
"Crrimechaserr? It's... it's not a bad name. But... it's missin'soomethin'. Therre's no elegance in it.
She leans forward, whispering to the pony.
"We'll fix that, won't we, lad? We'll find an elegant, yet just as worrthy name ferr yeh."[i]
She smiles and looks on ahead, whistling.
"I don't think the pony will mind."
"But don't name it after anyone that's died."[/i]
"But its a grreat honorr teh be named afterr soomeone who's died in a herrroic mannerr..."
She continues stroking the pony's neck.
"Hermy's been thinking of getting dogs for all his students."
Minto grins.
"I just didn't want you to use up all the good names."
"I'd prefer it if no one else had to die for him to do that."
"Ah think therre have been plenty of fallen dwarrven herroes teh choose frrom."
As they ride past the market, she looks quickly to see if she can see the tabacco vendor, but to no avail.
"Or are you just trying to press the memory of the city into your mind in case we are gone for an extended peroid."
Why would they want to do that?
Tyros takes his bow into his hands and knock an arrow into it.
"Get off my porch!"
Tyros lowers his bow and says in a loud fashion:
And I think I can say that I'm with the guard so if you don't want to go to er... the guard's... thingy you should open the door. Come along, Brand!
"My momma didn't raise no fools and last time I checked I wasn't wearing a crown."
"I'll give you to the count of ten ta get off my porch."
"Onr... two... three..."
Anyone (other than the server with the ale,) who dares to approach, is warned away with glowering expressions.
"He might, aye, he might..." Hegnus answers the question posed by his tablemate. "We'll ask when he gets here..."
"Five... six... seven..."[/color]
Fair enough... I've got a loaded bow. Let's see who the fastest, shall we? And why are you acting like this? Do you have anything to hide?
Originally posted by Scheherazade
In the Hungry Pelican, a group of dwarves sit around a low table, speaking quietly among themselves.
Anyone (other than the server with the ale,) who dares to approach, is warned away with glowering expressions.
"He might, aye, he might..." Hegnus answers the question posed by his tablemate. "We'll ask when he gets here..."
*After a while of walking Aramil finally arrives to the Hungry Pelican. He enters and goes strait to the barkeep, he orders an ale and then starts to head towards the back until the spots Hegnus sitting down with other dwarfs sitting next to them, they look deep in conversation, but Aramil walks up to them anyways, he is about to tap Hegnus on the shoulder when he turns around and motions for him to take the seat next to him. Aramil nods his head and sits down, wondering why the dwarves are all looking at him and why they have such serious expressions on there face.
.oO(Wonder what happened.)
*There is a long and eerie silence and Aramil breaks it by saying:
"Erm.... so I guess we ain't play bowlin' ternight eh?"
The other dwarves nod, and Aramil notices one of them is from his drinking gang at the Lich.
"Ye've done a fair amount of boasting," Hegnus continues, "And we're wondering if it's just bluster, or maybe ye're what ye claim to be, and if so, do ye help out yer fellow dwarves?"
Originally posted by Tyros Elessar
Tyros' face becomes angrier and he responds with much coolness.
Fair enough... I've got a loaded bow. Let's see who the fastest, shall we? And why are you acting like this? Do you have anything to hide?
[i]"Why am I acting like this!"
"Because you are trying to break into my home! How do you expect me to act! "
"Get off my porch now!"[/i]
Originally posted by Scheherazade
"Oh, no," says Hegnus, "Come fire or flood we always bowl! But, aye, we need to have a word with ye."
The other dwarves nod, and Aramil notices one of them is from his drinking gang at the Lich.
"Ye've done a fair amount of boasting," Hegnus continues, "And we're wondering if it's just bluster, or maybe ye're what ye claim to be, and if so, do ye help out yer fellow dwarves?"
*Aramil stares at Hegnus with disbelief.
"Help me fellow dwarves, Of Course I'll help me kin, what do ye rather me do, just sit here while me brethern is in trouble. Geeze, I don't know what ye were thinkin' but it obviously wasn't right. Now then, if ye need me help then let me know what needs ter get done and I'll do it."
*Aramil gulps down his ale and sets his mug down, not to gently either, and then waits for what the other dwarves has to say.
"Ye know that most dwarves look to Agathalos. We're not forgettin', though, that he came from Ordemetrex. For generations, the dwarves of my clan kept a shrine to her, a sacred cavern, until a strange monster invaded it.
We... were hopin' ye'd be inclined to rout it out fer us."
*Aramil looks to all the dwarves as he says this lastly setting his gaze on Hegnus as he finishes his statement, then he quietly awaits their replies.
As for what the critter is in there... we don't know. It just came busting outta the pool, killed every dwarf it could reach, and tore up the altar."
He takes a long pull from his mug.
"That... that was a dark day."
Hegnus shakes his head sadly, and the other dwarves sigh in agreement.
"Killed m'nephew, it did," one old greybeard says.
There is an uncomfortable silence, until Hegnus clears his throat and says, "It's in the mountains, east and a bit north. A few days by foot, depending on how fast ye walk. I can give you a map, and you'll be fed an' housed once ye're there."
"Aye, I'll take yer map. All once I get me companions we'll leave as soon as possible and we'll return to ye once the task is done. So since thats done, why don't we say we play one last game of bowling afore I leave. Shall we?"
"So, what are we going to do about Maelut and Angelique?"
Tagg moves his shoulders a little, muscles starting to get a bit sore from carrying the heavy pack of goods from the tunnels for hours.
"And if you aren't trying to sell anything then you aint got no buisness being on my porch."
"Now go away!"
Boirin asks noticing Taggs discomfort.
Tagg continues to walk down the streets, and turns right at the next fork, the inn within a streetlength or two.
A loud yell echoes down from the low-ceilinged attic space.
Mirielle groans as she finishes lacing her shoes.
Oh, Gamis... How long is it going to take that boy to get used to being woken by a weasel?
She steps out to the hall, and calls up the ladder to the attic, Hurry and get dressed, Perry, you have to bring in some water.
"Azad has something in mind for my class today... He didn't say what exactly, though, or if it'd involve me."
A skittering across the floor above them heralds Ixchal's return, and Gamis has the opportunity to observe the creature making her way down the ladder.
It's a bit of a precarious effort, but she manages. It's obvious she is actually thinking about what she is doing.
"Could be a patrol, could be a review... I might get the day mostly off, but I won't find out until I get there."
From the eagerness in her voice and the gleam in her eye, Gamis can tell she has ulterior motives.
"And if there's nothing for me at the compound, we could always go for a ride today."
Well! I'd best get breakfast together!
A ride would be nice...
He eats breakfast downstairs with the rest of the household, then kisses his fiancé at the front door before he heads for the palace. "I'll be off now. Love you."
The paladin hops down off the front step and clanks up the street.
Boirin says faintly as they approach the inn. He looks at the passing people and walks quietly into the inn.
[To Nobody's Inn]
Originally posted by Tyros Elessar
Can't you even talk with me from behind the door? I'm not selling anything but I would like to know if you saw a thief of your kind. A halftuck. He killed a man and I'm trying to catch him.
"Aint nothing to talk about other then you getting off my property."
"I aint seen a thief of my kind around here."
"Us dwarves don't stand fer that."
"If yer looking fer a halfling try the bathouse two doors down. Bunch of no good noise makers. Running in and out at all hours of the night with no respect for their neignbors."
"It wouldn't surprise me at all if they've killed more then one person over there with all the racket they make."
"Now get off my porch!"
Tyros puts his bow away and goes on to the fence to tell Brand about the news.
Oh yeah, sorry about that, I completely forgot to tell you about hte cranky man behind the middle door.
Brand pauses a moment.
You know I checked the bath house before, sorta I never went in, but I do know it has two rather beefy halflings with clubs for its guards, and a loud little lady that keeps the towels.
If he thinks its a good place to look you might want to give it a shot. They sorta knwo me so I cant really be seen in there...
Oh praise Thalos you're home!
She leans her forehead on Gamis' chest, and shudders.
Perry has been refusing, all morning, to listen to me when I'm explaining that ordinary reptiles need outside heat sources...
Maybe we shouldn't have children...
"How did reptiles come up?" With one arm he lifts her far enough off the floor for him to close the door.
Well, I was explaining the importance of balance in elements and the humours of the body, and reptiles are a handy example, that way.
I'd really like that ride in the woods, Gamis, do you think we could, please?
"I'm thinking the Silver Sword's cart would be good if we find any... thing... that you find interesting out there.
"What'll we do with Perry?"
Perry...
Well, we could leave him alone in the house, or loan him to the Hightower for kitchen duty, or leave him with my family...
She unwraps her apron and hangs it on a hook.
I'm going to change my dress for pants before we go. I'll be quick!
She darts up the stairs, kicking off her house shoes and pulling out warm, practical riding clothes.
Passes through the North gate. The guards on duty look grimly at him.
Guard: "Saw that lad Tyros a minute ago, feared you was dead son." drops his eyes, "by the looks of it someone gave it a go."
Donnavin: Grunt.
Guard: "Fair enough. I hope you gave him a what for."
Donnavin: Grunt.
Guard: "That bad lad? Shame indeed.
Guard 2: "Shouldn't 'e be reportin' an attack like that?"
Guard: "Aye son, he should at that." turns back to Donnavin, "Well, what'd the scummer look like?"
Donnavin: grumbles, "Wings, pointy ears, tiny."
Guard 2: "D'you need us to call a healer sir?" whispers to guard on duty, "I think he's delusional from blood loss..."
Llyala growls at the guard.
Guard: whispers back, "let it go son, he seen what he seen. Hell, what I seen with the night of shadows makes it fair enough." Louder, "If they come through the gate lad we'll arrest for unwarranted assault. Get that hole looked at."
Donnavin: Grunt.
Llyala trotting along ahead leads Donnavin towards the SSAG.
Stares at the ground.
. o O (Little, elf, winged things. No food. Failed hunt...)
>to SSAG<
Thudding down the stairs, she calls to Perry to hurry and join them.
Spells prepared:
Level 0 detect magic, ghost sound, message, ray of frost
Level 1 cause fear, grease, mage armor, magic weapon, sleep, true strike
Level 2 Melf's acid arrow x2, mirror image, summon swarm
Level 3 fireball x2, greater magic weapon, keen edge
Level 4 (3/day): enervation x2, summon monster IV
Cleric: Guidance, CMW, Resistance, CLW, Shield of Faith, Prot. from Evil
"We take Perry to the Tower, then head to the Guild?"
[spells: cure light wounds x2, bull's strength, lesser restoration (in 2nd-level slot)]
Ah, yes, Perry to the Hightower, yes.
She reaches out with a free hand to Gamis, while Ixchal balances on her shoulder, chittering happily at the prospect of an outing.
Perry trails along behind, grumbling.
Why can't I come too? I do'wanna be locked in the Tower, I had t'go there last time Mistress had work-day at the Tower, an' I musta scrubbed a hundred pots...
Tyros head to the bath-house door and tries to open it.
.oO(How can a person be loud?
) A short halfling woman moves from behind a desk and meets him in the doorway. "Excuse me? Can I help you with anything?"
"If you are in need of a bath, you'll have to use the front door. This entrance is for employees only."
“Are you going to be alright?” NaShae asks.
Kywyn nods, “You?”
She nods.
He touches her face, “I guess we’re going to be alright then.”
Picking up some extra money, they leave again. Kywyn leads them toward the armory some blocks away.
---
[To Iron Wolf Armory]
---
"I'm losing it," Kywyn wakes.
He slips out of bed to walk the darkened apartment, seeing through augmented eyes. Hex, seeing his master wake, follows and leaps to cling to Kywyn’s black undershirt.
So much cause and effect, so many consequences that Kywyn doesn't know what to do next.
So he does a cartwheel. Not just one, in fact, but a trio. The first is rough as he has not done one in a while. The next two are smoother as the muscle memory retraces the motions they have made before.
Hex holds on, "Move to remember. Move to forget."
"Yes," Kywyn thinks, "That's why the forms and stances. Remember the moment, each move like you've been doing it forever. Forget the past, let your body move to its potential.
"Stance holds you back."
"Stance holds me together," Kywyn counters.
The frog tilts his head curiously, chest filling and emptying steadily.
Kywyn nods, ”But I watch you… and I see. I’m seeing.”
[i]”Balance is peace; motion is life. Guo-guo.”[/i] the frog chirps.
In the delirium of not being able to hold onto a thought, Kywyn perceives something he has neglected. If time would allow, he would reconnect.
Sneaking back into their room, Kywyn climbs back into bed to wrap around NaShae and revel in their embrace.
Tyros eyes the mini-person with his grey eyes, trying to figure out if she will lie or not.
As NaShae and Kywyn are almost ready to go when a knock is heard.
Kywyn opens the door a crack before swinging it open for Silmarwen.
"Hello. How have you been?"
Darkar paid to have the items indentified that he had in his possesion, but we do not know about the ring since it was still in your possesion.
I have a list of what the items are so you can decide if you want anything or we should sell the items.
"I dropped the ring off a little while ago to get checked as well."
He looks over the list when Silmarwen presents it.
Looking to NaShae, Kywyn says, "I don't know. Selling might not be a bad idea... the spellbook might be worth something to the Hightower."
"Would Darkar have use for the sword?"
"I suppose the wand we found would be of more use to NaShae or I since we have a better chance to activate it. Darkar paid for the majority of the identifying, so that should be taken into account."
"As soon as we get the information on the ring, we can either pick out items or sell them and split the money."
"I admit I sort of liked the ring despite its previous owner... more for the design than the function, which I'm still not clear on even after wearing it. But having funds to cover our expenses would be nice as well."
"If we can find him right now, I can stop by the Hightower to pick up the ring and information. And we can get this settled before we leave."
He turns to NaShae, "I'll walk to the Hightower and be back in a minute."
She takes her leave and heads back to the Jackal compound.
He moves down the stairs and into the street.
---
Some time later, Kywyn returns from the Hightower with the ring.
I am back with Darkar now.
"It offers a minor protection, like an invisible shield," he explains.
Bracers offer moderate protection can be worn in place of armor, the rapier also is of a moderate power, the glove can store an item in the palm of your hand.
It can not weigh more than 20lbs and must be able to held in one hand. Saying 'Blueberry' while make the item disappear from normal sight and snapping your fingers will make it reappear.
A vial of acid, a vial of anti-toxin, and a potion that will enable the person who drinks it to walk in all conditions leaving no tracks or scent for three hours.
"Anything catches your eye?" he asks no one in particular.
"I told Silmarwen I like the way the ring looks, but beyond that, I'm open for anything. We could sell anything no one wants to claim. Darkar, you spent quite a bit at the Hightower, how should we do this?"
After much discussion, the items are divided with Silmarwen getting the ring, Darkar the rapier, NaShae the glove, and Kywyn the bracers.
The wand stays in the possession of NaShae and Kywyn. Once the spellbook is assessed and sold, the money would go to compensate Darkar for the five hundred pieces spent on identifying the items, and one hundred to Kywyn for checking the ring.
The remainder of the coins would be split, with a portion added to Darkar and Silmarwen's share to compensate for the value of the wand. The pouch of twenty gold pieces and the vials of acid and anti-toxin would be thrown in as well.
"Why don't you keep that for us?"
Pulling off his gauntlets, Kywyn unstraps and removes the padding in the forearm sections. This leaves the glove component attached to the curved, segmented metallic plates, one designed to cover the top of the forearm, the other for the underside. He slips a bracer on and straps it shut. Then Kywyn pulls on the lightened frame of the gauntlet over top and fastening the clasps. This configuration fits rather comfortably, with the arm guards held between the armored gloves and the elbow guards Kywyn wore.
The metal he wears used to be about containing his sometimes volatile dark touch. Even now that Kywyn has grasped more control over his powers, the gear is still a reassuring barrier between him and the outside, as well a bit of added comfort during the rough and tumble adventuring can bring.
Originally posted by Tyros Elessar
Good day. Oh, no. No bath right now. i'm just here to ask if you saw a halftuck around here. He's been killing people and causing havoc around the city and we would like to get him. Would you happen to know anything about this person?
Tyros eyes the mini-person with his grey eyes, trying to figure out if she will lie or not.
The halfling looks very honest when she replies to Tyros. "I know Halftucks don't bathe regularily, so they would have little use for a bath house don't you think? I think you might be looking in the wrong place for this criminal."
"And I also know that apprehending criminals is the guards job."
Tyros heads back to the fence and calls out for Brand.
There's no sign of the little rascal anywhere around here, Brand. Are you sure we came to the right place?
He touches NaShae's hand.
"Ennorath, eh?..."
---
[To NaShae's Search for Dakarai]
I think she is lying, I have a feeling she knows more then she is letting on to. Or she may know more then she thinks and does not realise it.
Did you see any other ways out of that courtyard?
Brand keeps himself curled up against the fence still keeping a look out down either side of the alley.
Perry, I have asked you not to shove past me like that!
Sorry, Miz Dyer! he answers in an unrepentant tone.
Mirielle shakes her head sourly, and hangs up her cloak.
Get a rag and wipe up the wet you just tracked in.
He gets up off the couch and hugs Miri around her shoulders. "You look like this turned into a long day."
That owlbear is fascinating! And big...
"Why don't you sit down?" he says, guiding her slightly to the table. "I put some tea on, too." He places the cup in front of her and stands behind her chair rubbing her shoulders.
It's not just Donnavin that wants to know their origin. It's one of the great mysteries -- if I could solve it, my place would be assured in the history books. I'm more interested, though, in what I can learn for the book I'm writing.
Perry hustles past with a rag, and assiduously wipes up the wet and mud from the floor.
He chuckles. "Maybe we will have to get you a goblin after all..."
The dragon I fought with Natala and Ran, the one for the umber hulk, the stone-like creature and the centipedes, trolls... I quite look forward to dissecting the floating eyeball you spoke of!
She finishes her tea, and glances longingly at the bathtub.
"I don't think I ever heard more about the stone demon in the alley since it went to the Tower..." he says to make conversation for the time being.
She looks over to Perry, and seeing that he has finished eating, tells him to go to bed. Perry starts to whine, but is interrupted by yawns and shuffles upstairs.
What are your plans for tomorrow, darling? she asks Gamis.
I hope your trainees don't go off alone in the woods again, this time!
Ixchal sees Miri's clothes in a pile on the floor, and begins tunneling through them.
"Me, too... But eventually they'll have to see combat. I suppose I'd rather their first experience was with a goblin trying to maraude the patrol than a skirmish with orcs up in the pass." The paladin takes the sponge and scrubs his fiancé's back.
Gamis rinses the soap from her back and wraps his arms around her shoulders in silence for a moment.
You'll do fine. Where are you going to take them?
She grins a little wickedly.
You should take Hermy along and have him throw pinecones at them from ambush.
"I'm going to ask Azad to keep an ear out for bandits of some sort jumping caravans, that sort of thing... If anything comes up, we'll have a target."
That sounds like a good idea... Um, perhaps... you might make some extra cash at the same time.
Ingredients for potions and such aren't free.
She glances uncomfortably at Gamis.
We're not hurting, but I'd like to put those extra enhancements on your sword, and maybe work something out with Minto since he knows how to make wands.
It'd be awfully nice to have a wand of fireballs...
"I still haven't drawn my pay from Lord Malifaeyr since we haven't really needed the money. It'll help when we make our way out to the desert again. Maybe we can stop by that tomb again and pick up anything valuable we left behind, sharing some with Kywyn and NaShae. They were there the first time, after all.
"More immediately, maybe there's some treasure in Hardaja." Gamis picks up the tub carefully, trying not to slosh, and carries it out the back door to empty. When he comes back inside he climbs the stairs and brings Miri down her dressing gown.
If we're to find any treasure in Hardaja, we'll need to do something about the awful darkness there.
Who is going with us, and when are we leaving?
"I think we can leave by next week, by the time we know her answer. And I make arrangements with Azad and the Jackals."
Mirielle quietly clears the table, then, rubbing her hands together slowly, she turns to Gamis.
Do you think you can rely on Da'Vane? His behavior before...
If he isn't humble now, he will be after Hardaja!
Since he isn't Ixchal...
Miri kisses Gamis on the nose, then steps back, taking him by the hand and tugging him up the stairs. She glances back, grinning and blushing.
Upstairs he pulls her to himself and kisses her deeply as he backs towards their bed.
fade...
.o0(great... leg fell asleep.... argh i hate that!)
Hey Tyros, did you check ALL the doors? Brand says loudly to Tyros.
Wait...
Tyros takes a look at the center door, the one that seemed to be locked, and wonders if he should try enter it...
Both the ranger and the bounty hunter hear a scream coming from somewhere north of the courtyard they are in.
Let's go!
Tyros starts running north, as fast as he can.
.oO(I just hope Mrs Weatherby doesn't give me a bath after this...)
If we are quick enough we can finally catch this thing... if its what we are looking for! Brand calls to Tyros as he races north with the him.
.o0(Come on! let this be that blasted halftuck!)
The pair have a hard time pin-pointing the origin of the scream. And it eventually stops.
Evidently they weren't the only ones looking though. A pair of city guardsmen come trudging out of an alley, a cloak covered form carried between them.
.o0(Nothing worse then a person who takes no action to help some one.)
Upon seeing the two guardsmen come out of the alley with the covered figure between them he stops looking around.
.o0(Great... I'll bet thats the halftuck...just my luck..)
We heard screams, is everything alright? Brand calls to the guardsmen.
Anything we might be able to help with?
"And a powerful one."
"This guy here seemed to think his purse was worth more then his life. Now he haint got neither."
The two guards keep walking.
Oh, sorry... He says as the men walk on past him.
.o0(So he's still out there, and has killed again... this has got to stop.)
Brand starts to walk a bit towards the alley before he stops and turns to Tyros.
So Tyros, wanna check out this alley? See what we can find... we have to stop him before he kills someone else.
Tyros bends down next to a pool of blood and looks around. He points at a set of bloody tracks leading away frm it, back out the alley. And then at two other sets of tracks. "These two look like those two guys carrying the body's prints. They are carrying something heavy between them."
"But this other set... I'd bet it's the 'avetucks. It looks like whoever made them was running away quickily."
"I didn't know halflings had such big feet. Those foot prints are bigger then mine.. And yours."
Wow, hmm that is strange, how can soething that small have such big feet...
Well if you can follw these I say lets get going, dont want to lose this guy, again.
Brand Follows close to Tyros as they follow the tracks. Brand keeps his head up and eyes darting around the alley, knowing the alftuck likes to attack from the back.
"How can they ecpect someone to follow a trail if they trample over it?"
Heh, yeah how rude....
Hmmm, whats he doing goin through the market?...
Brand scans the market place area quickly.
I'm still at a loss to the size of this things feet.
Brand stands there for a bit thinking. After a few moments he speaks.
Hmm, that would indicate he either has a partner, or someone has mistaken him for an injured bystander and may have carried him off to some place to get him some help.
Brand shakes his head to himself,
Or.. it means I am thinking way too hard.
So, any ideas?
"We could ask people if they have seen him running through the market."
"I don't think there will be too many big blood covered guys with 'avetucks on their backs running through."
"But then, I am pretty new to this city."
Good idea, it never hurts to ask. I agree, there shouldnt be too many fellows that match that description running around.
Brand begins to move into the market, heading to the nearest open vendor. He comes up to a merchant selling pottery not far from the alley he came from.
Scuse me sir, you haven't happened to see a rather big fellow carryin a bloody alftuck come through here have you? Brand asks the man.
"What iare you talking about? And what in the blazes is a alftuck?"
He raises his head a moment later to answer the merchants questions.
An alftuck, is from what i can tell, a nasty halfling, this one happens to be a thief and murderer. I think he came through here, or was carried through here recently. I was wondering if you had seen him, or soemthing that looked like him.
But I guess you haven't.
Brand turns and begins to leave to go to the next vendor.
.o0(I hope some one has seen this thing...)
"An evil halfling, that's hard to imagine."
"It's hard to imagine them as doing anything worse then taking a second helping of pie without asking."
The vender at the next stall finishes helping a dwarf picking out a set of clay pipes anmd then nods at Brand and Tyros.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"I've just gotten in a fresh batch of good dwarven tobacco. First rate stuff."
It certainly does smell good, but maybe another time. I am looking for a thief. I think he came through here. He's about the size of a halfling, but from what i've heard he is nastier looking. And he may have been carried thorugh by a big fellow, maybe bigger then me.
Seen anything like that recently?
"But I've been rather busy. You might want to try Old Hardigan's shop across the street there."
"He see's just about everything that goes on in this part of the market."
The tobacco vender points across the street to a stall selling polished rocks, and a grumpy looking gnome sitting in front of it giving Brand and Tyros an evil look.
Thank you sir, I'll go ask him then.
Brand heads over across the street.
.o0(Well... this should be fun... I get the impression this guy already doesnt like us.) he thinks as he walks over to the gnomes stall.
Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you happen to see a nasty lookin halfing either run through here, or be carried through here by a big fellow recently. Brand askes the gnome.
.o0(Wonder why he's givin us that look...)
"Haven't seen one go by being carried but I've seen a few running by here recently. And I guarantee you they were up to no good of some kind."
.o0(Hmm... well if this is the only lead i got I may as well take it though I thought this guy worked alone.)
"They went that way and I heard them talking about spending the money they got from some dwarfguy."
.o0(I dont remember a dwarf among recent victims, maybe that was the newest one, but there is only one thief... this cant possibly be him... the gnome seems to have a thing against halflings though..wonder why.)
Brand wanders around a few merchant stalls as he makes his way to the center of the market, not really looking for the halflings in question.
"Big even for halflings."
As Brand and Tyros head further into the market they notice several of the stalls the pass contain very angry looking customers and venders.
Hey Tyros, look at all these people, they're like angry. Brand says in a low voice to Tyros.
Brand walks over to a woman selling fresh fruits who seems to be among the angry group.
Hello ma'am, why is everyone mad? Halfling troubles? he asks hoping not to make her more angry.
"A whole gang of halfling trouble. Something really needs to be done about those hooligans. They knocked over my apple cart."
The woman appears to be pointing at an inn. The Blue Pumpkin.
Tyros, be ready for anything, I have no idea what a group of halfling hooligans is capable of. Brand says outside the Blue Pumpkin just before he pushes open the door and steps inside.
Mirielle shakes her head in exasperated amusement, and continues checking the contents of her spell component pouch.
Ixchal prances into the kitchen with a mouse in her mouth, then lounges in front of the fireplace to eat her kill.
So, Tyros, you up for a romp through the city sewers? Brand says to his comapanion as he walks back to the alley where the body was taken from, and begins lookin around for a sewer entrance.
“How do you like being home?” Kywyn asks.
Dakarai rises to give his father a hug, “It’s good.”
“Good.”
Kywyn walks back with Dakarai to NaShae, and they sit on the bed together.
“There’s something I should do today. You should know, Dak. Silis... didn’t make it back with us. He fell while fighting the monsters we had to deal with, and he couldn’t be saved. We brought him back with us and the temple has his ashes now, something for us to remember him by. I was thinking we could scatter them in the graveyard, in a quiet place of soil where plants may grow in the spring. We could plant a seed there when it’s warmer as well.”
“I think it’s more for us, just to see that things continue.”
"But... he fell? Did he fall down a hole? Maybe we could pull him out with a rope."
He puzzles for a moment. "What ashes? Uncle Silis didn't smoke a pipe."
“It’s not that kind of fall. Remember the spider you kept that time we went on that trip with Darkar?”
“It’s part of the cycle of things. We rise and fall. That doesn’t mean things end, it just means things change.”
“So Silis isn’t here anymore. The ashes the church has are a bit of what’s left, fragments of his physical body. We’re all made of the same things when you look close enough, Dak. We breathe the air and it becomes part of us. The earth gives us food and it becomes part of us. The water we drink and the fire from the sun, all are in us, and we’re in them. So the ashes we’ll leave on the ground will become the earth again.”
“It’s one thing, kid. Change one thing, change everything. One thing divided, that becomes one again when you look at the connections. Do you understand? What happened was sad, but it’s part of life too.”
"We'll talk more about this if you want."
Kywyn places a reassuring hand on Dakarai's shoulder as NaShae holds him.
"We should get this done though."
After everyone is dressed and ready to venture out, Kywyn opens the door and the three of them head down the steps. Somber in color as ever, Kywyn realizes that he always looks like he is dressed for a funeral.
---
[To Temple of Ordemet]
Originally posted by Brand
Brand steps out of the Blue Pumpkin inn.
So, Tyros, you up for a romp through the city sewers? Brand says to his comapanion as he walks back to the alley where the body was taken from, and begins lookin around for a sewer entrance.
The bounty hunter and the ranger search the alley but fail to find a sewer entrance in it.
Brand heads over to the first alley lookin around the fence for a sewer entrance.
Hey Tyros, could ya check that side of the fence for a sewer entrance? Brand says pointing to the courtyard area.
Once they reach the main road, Brand notices a grate in the center of the street.
Well, that was easy enough wasn't it? He says to Tyros as he points out the sewer entrance in the middle of the street.He moves over to the grate and crouches down to get ready to pull it open if he can.
So, what do you say? Ready for some smelly work?
He looks down as Brand scoots the grate off to the side.
"Is that a 'avetuck burrow? It looks very dark?"
Watching the frog move is oddly relaxing. He stretches out and stands perfectly still. Then, in a blur, he is flying through the air for a moment. Upon landing, Hex seems unafraid to roll with the momentum if he needs to. I’ve trained to be able to move my body the way I want. But I’ve learned to hold back, to be aware of my movements. Too much attention can lead to stagnation. Free movement was the basis, but maybe it’s becoming too crystallized. Perhaps I can pick up some of what I left behind, the essence that drew me.
Kywyn follows Hex along the floor. Without thinking, Kywyn emulates the frog’s stance of crouching, bottom almost touching the floor, one hand touching the ground.
In his mind, the sun breaks free of the clouds. He remembers this... his discipline before adopting more styles and calling it the Downward Spiral. The first forms he learned were flashy, athletic, and occasionally reckless. But Kywyn was younger then and filled with energy crying out to be expended before he knew how to control it. It fit well with his natural attributes, he was never a large child, as he isn’t a large man, but he had a quickness it him. Kywyn did not pursue the martial arts with the devotion of a warrior or monk, but he has kept up the skills that were so important in shaping his character in his early days.
It was vital to him in finding ways to harness his dark touch and aura around him, the mental aspect was not lost on him. His style has grown with him, changing to a more flowing style with surprising contrasts of motion and stillness as Kywyn grew more controlled and levelheaded. He never forgot his first lessons, but they have been relegated to a secondary technique.
It goes deeper than that though, Kywyn realizes as he watches the frog. Even before all that, when he was a child, jumping and rolling were the actions he knew. He knelt like he did now at the kitchen table and leaped up to try to see what was there. He jumped into the snowdrifts outside in the winter, and he rolled in the fields when the snow was gone. In some ways, before he was a man, he was a frog.
A few jumps and showy kicks later, Kywyn thinks about the times he has had to fight for his life.
”You’d end up hurting yourself. You’d have to be a lunatic to try too much of this when things mattered,” Kywyn relates to Hex while touching his knee, remembering an old injury.
[color=burlywood]”That’s a start.”[/color]
Kywyn considers, ”Surprise has no equal in conflict. That’s why we keep secrets, isn’t it? No secret here, just a Lunatic’s Frog Leap.”
When Dak some to see what the noise is, Kywyn invites him to play, vaulting and wrestling until they are both tired enough to stop.
He puts his pack down and removes a torch from the side of it, after striking his flint and steel a few times the toch flares up. leaning down Brand waves the torch inside the sewer entrance looking to see what the ground is like.
Testing the frog’s reflexes by trying to catch him in my hands, I get the sense that within a certain range, one can’t react as quickly as one can act. In that range, you had better be on the offensive or backing out of that range... Hex seems to have a reflex for knowing when to jump out of my arm’s reach and when to leap forward, passing my hand where I cannot react fast enough to catch him.
Kywyn’s morning is passed in this fashion, studying his familiar and piecing together ideas. He starts with a slow form with a hypnotic tempo, swaying arms and switching stances to get his breath flowing. After warming up, Kywyn practices some sudden changes in momentum: twisting arm strikes, sliding steps, and vibrating actions designed to break free of grips or disrupt another’s flow. Next, he breaks out some sections of athletic movements, alternating jumps with raised knees or arched spine.
When NaShae and Dakarai are free, he asks if they wish to go out to get something to eat. He would bring his drawing tablet and maybe sketch for passersby. With the snow going and the tempting warmth of the new season approaching, Kywyn could find more customers, though he knows such an income pales in comparison to what they appropriate through adventuring. It is honest work though, which has a certain austere appeal.
Thinking of monetary matters, Kywyn reminds NaShae that they could see Darkar sometime soon to see what was made out of selling the spellbook if anything.
(Just have to earn some more before we expand on what we have,)Oo. he thinks as he consider's tomorrow's expedition to Hardaja, his sword, shield, and armor, the cloak meant for Miri, her bracers, potions...
A little under 15 pounds of yellow and white metal ends up in the sack. Another ironic twist to go from perceiving it as so much, then so little--950 gp worth of money is only twice as heavy as his sword.
He takes that, and his shield, when he heads out the front door. "I'll be back in a minute," he calls up to his fiancé, clinking bag hanging close in one of his hands while the other rests on his pommel.
She runs down the stairs only to see the door shutting, and stands astonished, one hand on her hip, bodice yet-unlaced.
Gamis? What was that all about?
Miri smiles, then giggles a little, putting her arms around his neck.
It's a good thing, then, that I'm sending Perry over to my mother this evening? I thought it would be best, since we're leaving in the morning.
At least this time we've an idea of what to expect.
"I think we'll be okay."
He knows a few such tricks, the kippup, back-bridging to your feet, a backwards roll, but Kywyn set them aside with other childish things when he journeyed out into the dangerous world outside his small hometown. He rehearsed such moves occasionally just to remember he could do them, but, in the last few years, he didn’t think to practice them seriously anymore.
Kywyn practiced them now in the space of the apartment. If nothing else, he found the movements therapeutic in dealing with and processing everything that had happened: meeting NaShae’s parents, finding a cure for NaShae’s mother, defeating Praen, getting Dak back finally, and the death of his brother...
It seems a strange way of coping, of giving his mind time to adjust to the current reality, but Kywyn finds physical training a good outlet. These moves weren’t soft like his customary, more internal-orientated moves. They require sharp effort, and that gives little time to contemplate, it’s more of a reflexive or instinctual mindset.
After spending some of yesterday walking with NaShae and Dakarai, Kywyn found he had trouble appreciating what he had. What they had all fought for: a fraction of peace, a time where they could walk together. But Kywyn’s mind still buzzed with the jumble of the events that had led up to this time.
Now in the middle of a springing kippup, Kywyn felt a release, as if his mind stopped for the moment. Reality is the speculation of the senses and somehow it comes into focus. There would always be trouble to look out for, there would always be forces trying to separate them, whether it is a malevolent entity or just the arrow of time and entropy. They would never win completely, but that’s not why they fight. They have each other. Better yet, they have each other right now.
The moment of weightlessness in a kippup, when no part of the tumbler is touching the ground, passes in a flash. But Kywyn found a lot of truth in that flash. Landing on his feet, more surely than before, he goes to spend more quality time with NaShae and Dakarai.
Originally posted by kneyejailb
Down the hole it appears to be a raging river of dark water.
Brand replaces the grate and snuffs out his torch and tirns to Tyros.
Doesnt look to be anythign but rapid moving water down there. And I dunno about you but I'm not too keen on swimmin. Brand stands up and stretches his legs a bit.
Hmm maybe we should go back to the blue pumpkin and have a chat with those halflings in there. See if they have any more ideas or information, what do you think?
Brand says to Tyros.
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
He nods as he hugs her assuringly. "We're better-prepared this time. Silmarwen's going to be doing some preparations of her own, and we still have some holy water.
"I think we'll be okay."
I'll certainly prepare the weakening spell that I used against the dragon; it was very effective. The light, the exploding fire, and a spell to enhance your sword... The bolts of acid, and one to summon little biting creatures, the little balls of energy...
Obviously distracted, thinking about what spells to have ready, Miri blindly reaches for the salt, grabbing the sugar instead, while vigorously stirring the soup they'll be having for lunch.
"I think this is the one you want, darling," he says as he trades her seasonings. "Not that I'd complain--you know I'll eat most anything; just sparing you some embarassment." He kisses her forehead.
"Speaking of food... I'm going to run out again and secure some for the people and the horses. Back in a bit."
As he turns to slip out of the kitchen and down to the basement, he adds with a wink, "Just don't burn the place down while I'm gone. That's all I ask."
The paladin snags some more gold and places it in his pocket, then tosses his cloak on at the door. He pauses and sticks his head back into the kitchen. "Anything you need while I'm out?"
Out again? she asks in surprise.
.oO(He seems very nervous about this trip...)
I think I'm all set, I just have to take Perry over to my mother's after lunch.
Gamis returns home forty-five minutes or so later, his sack containing six days worth of trail rations for a party of five, a bottle of wine, and a smaller stock of horse feed for four animals dropped off at the Silver Sword. The food goes with their gear, and he himself returns to the kitchen to help Miri out.
"I'll be back in a bit, I'm going to pick up some food for us and check for information on the notes with others," Kywyn tells NaShae.
Leaving her with a hug and a kiss, Kywyn goes to check in on Dakarai before going out.
"He had more children to play with in Ennorath. I wonder if there's anything we can do here... Maybe lessons at the Hightower or some other place. Don't want him just playing in the street." Kywyn reflects as he exits.
Walking down the steps, passing a halfling gentleman with a slight nod, Kywyn proceeds into the street and toward the graveyard first.
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[To Avowed]
*she stops to watch Dak play with some of his toys and moves to him*
*sitting down behind him, she hugs him close, but in a way that he can keep playing*
*amazed that she has her son back, she doesn't want to let go of him, and doesn't until she hears Dak's voice*
Mama! Can I get up now?
*startled, Shae nods and lets go*
*she stays sitting on the floor while Dak goes off to play in his room*
He returns grinning with a largish wrapped package. He shuts the door and steps closer to Miri. "Close your eyes," he says to her.
Entering, and not making an effort to hide the noise of his return, Kywyn sets the food down and goes to tell Dak. Patting him on the shoudler, he shows him the candy.
He goes to see NaShae, stealing a private hug.
"The devil we defeated was older and more powerful than the others might have suspected, but she should be gone for good. Seems the business with the Strikers is put to rest for the time being. You did it. You're the best. You're the only reason I am still around."
"You wouldn't give up up on our dream. I've been trying to see the horizon through the tunnel we're forced through. The way used to be lit for miles and then this ceiling was nailed down on us. I might have lost track, but you didn't give up. We're all hoping to find what I see in your eyes."
He holds her at arm's length so he can see her.
"I brought food for lunch. Let's eat."
*laughs quietly when he looks at her, whispers*
We did it, beloved.
*frowns, looking confused*
What do we do now?
He holds her hand.
"We go on, that's all I can put together right now. What would you like to do?"
I know we should rest, but I feel confused now that there's nothing to do. Maybe we should see about the things we passed up for the matter at hand.
*as she talks she sets the table, setting Mon'Qui his own place as well*
Kywyn sits at the table across from NaShae, next to Dakarai.
*nods*
As do I. Was the problem with the orcs solved? Or is that still a problem?
*sighs and shakes her head*
Maybe we should start with speaking to our friends again. Though that might be better left to you. I've upset more than a few.
Kywyn gazes at NaShae, "We could talk to friends. Anyone you've upset can be worked on."
"We could go to places we haven't been for a while. The Last Lich for example."
"I think Dakarai might like some place where he could meet other kids maybe..."
Kywyn looks to Dak.
Tyros heads back to the Blue Pumpkin.
.oO(Wonder how the halftuck can swim... maybe he floats...
You're right. I just feel lost without a set goal. We've been fighting for a while now.
"We have."
Seeing Dakarai eating reminds Kywyn to start as well.
*she looks around not sure where the one she wants to address is*
Mon'Qui, we owe you a lot and we want you to feel comfortable here in our home. Let us know what you eat and if you need anything, like say your own bed.
*smiles*
There is the suggestion of a pout in the set of Dakarai's lower lip.
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
Late in the afternoon, Gamis tells Miri to wait for a minute while he runs out of the house one more time.
He returns grinning with a largish wrapped package. He shuts the door and steps closer to Miri. "Close your eyes," he says to her.
Giggling, Miri pretends to try to peek around Gamis.
Oh, all right...
She stands with eyes closed, the occasional giggle bursting forth.
I understand, little one. But would you like to only be able to eat from another person's plate and only be able to sleep in another person's bed? Would you feel very welcome?
Her hand slides slowly down the fabric, skin taking in ever nuance of the texture and weave, and she draws a shuddering breath. Oh, Gamis...
It is better, really, if you don't make special arrangements for me. People are less likely to notice me that way, and Dakarai knows I'm a secret.
Dakarai, nods vigorously, and Mon'Qui speaks again, But if you should happen to serve that raisin bread again...
I was thinking of that. But a doll's bed would not look out of place in a child's room. And in the house, there is no reason you cannot eat from your own plate, is there?
What... What sort of protective spell?
She smiles brilliantly at Gamis, and flings her arms around him.
It's wonderful! Perfect!
"It's a minor spell; one of the orisons you can cast. The little extra protection against hostile magic cast against you, that sort of thing. Maybe not too useful as the spell since it doesn't last too long, but it's permanent as long as you wear the cloak. And it can be made stronger later."
I'm glad it was ready in time for this trip.
"Mon'Qui liked it at Gramma and Grampa's, in Ennorath. We went outside everyday, there," Dakarai volunteers.
One thing at a time, darling. We have to be ready to go in the morning. I think we're all packed now... Your armor and weapons are ready?
Kywyn keeps looking in Dak’s direction.
“Everyday, huh?”
Kywyn then speaks to where he last heard Mon-Qui, "When we go into the other place from the graveyard, have you been able to follow? Are you a secret from the people there? They would probably not like having you there unannounced."
"Everything ready on your part?"
I've learned to prepare some new spells, so if there's a crisis I can get myself and three other people to safety...
She glances at Gamis, worriedly, leaving unspoken the thought that someone would have to stay behind.
But right now, we should eat dinner, and sleep. There's a long ride ahead of us, tomorrow.
Miri leads Gamis to the kitchen, and sets out their meal.
Early in the morning, the couple prays, Gamis armors, Miri reviews her spells, and they're ready to proceed to the SSAG to meet Da'Vane, Aric, and Silmarwen, and get on the road.
The house is locked behind them, and paladin and wizardess are on their way.
He sits by the window with Hex on the window sill.
Hex chirps slightly and hops to the back of Kywyn’s chair.
Now that Kywyn has a taste of a what a life could be, he feels more at home in his own skin. But the sense of otherness that has always hung around his thoughts has not left. He ponders if there is resolution to such a conflict, or if he even wants one.
Life goes on, even with everything around. The concept is mind-blowing to Kywyn. How do we go on? How do we survive this, infinity reaching out in all directions, the world on the point of a needle? The illusion that we can possess any of this.
He feels the pulse in his wrists, the dark vitality within. He hears Hex whisper (if frogs can whisper) something about remembering to keep his eyes open. He sees NaShae, and he sees Dakarai.
And he knows that things go on because we are here right now. What else could he know? The rest is just… the rest. Noise and static. Kywyn looks out the window again and sees his reflection and the reflection of his loved ones. He turns in his chair to face inward. Perhaps the question isn’t whether the illusion is real or not… the question should be: does it matter?
The mental reverie leaves Kywyn listening silently. Maybe plans are overrated.
Originally posted by Kywyn
Kywyn then speaks to where he last heard Mon-Qui, "When we go into the other place from the graveyard, have you been able to follow? Are you a secret from the people there? They would probably not like having you there unannounced."
I... don't go there. It's too dangerous. They must not know of me. Please understand that.
"Just another secret, I suppose," he shrugs slightly.
Kywyn sometimes steps outside to draw for a few people in the street, and other times he works on different sketches from the comfort of the apartment. They had seen so much in the last few months, he had no lack of inspiration.
He also spends sessions studying Hex’s movements and formatting the techniques he revived with the Lunatic’s Frog Leap to integrate into his Downward Spiral style. The flashy movements of his younger self seem disparate from the gentle pushes and intense shifts of his adopted style, but the contrast keeps things unorthodox which is an advantage.
Kywyn does not neglect to train his open hand techniques which have served him well in the conflicts to focus the dark touch. Palm strikes delivered with hard force, pushes designed to break contact, presses meant to stick to the opponent while moving, and power release swipes and blows intended to damage deeper than the point of contact. Combined with the sinuous stance switches and rounded kicks, the form is a moving meditation.
Kywyn knows well enough that he has neither the brute muscle nor the exquisite technique required to deal out great destruction with his bare hands, but it matters little to him now. Creation seems a more meaningful goal. Creating a beautiful movement, a piece of art, a family to hold. Kywyn will not be punching through wood and stone any time soon, but he will move. He will dance his heart out in the only way he can, the only way he allows, the only way he knows how.
"How often do you do that?"
"As often as I need to." Hex replies in a croak.
Kywyn knows Hex is gifted with intelligence almost equal to his own. However, it is perplexing why most of the time Hex speaks in a young-sounding, basic manner but occasionally communicates with great lucidity. Kywyn attributes the inconsistency to his own mind's inability to translate their interaction properly all the time.
Kywyn scrutinizes as Hex scrapes himself free of the old skin and then proceeds to eat the former covering.
"... That's kind of disgusting..." Kywyn allows.
"It's nothing compared to what you're doing." Hex replies in a croak.
"I don't really get what you mean," Kywyn returns.
As Hex fully emerges, reborn from his old skin, Kywyn locks eyes with the black frog's golden eyes, which are almost glowing at the moment. Flashes of vision spiral into Kywyn's eyes, images changing so rapidly that he cannot hang on to any one for more than a moment.
As the speed of the twinklings increases, a pattern starts to form and Kywyn sees Hex as a black amorphous entity... some shadow thing.
Split me open at the seams. Rip out everything... make room for the shadows and the waves. Sew me up and pray that I survive.
A brand new me, piece by piece. Remembering what I've seen. A brand new me, piece by piece. Remembering what I was. Remembering what I've become. I bleed black. Break and blacken the world. I'm made of shadow and waves now, I won't feel anything.
My flesh, my bones, my blood. My hate, my love, my pain, my breath. Piece by piece.
Kywyn picks up Hex, holding the familiar between his thumb and fingers, looking into the frog's eyes.
"What exactly did we conjure in the shadows of the Avowed? Are you frog or demon spirit?"
"Neither. Both. I'm you. From you."
"I think I knew that," Kywyn replies after a pause.
He brings a small dish of water into the bedroom and places it on the counter for Hex before retiring with NaShae.
Dakarai spies his father sitting in the corner and tiptoes over to him from his mother.
"Papa? Why are you in the corner? Did you do something bad?"
"No, Dak," Kywyn replies with his eyes still closed, "Just sitting."
"Oh."
"Want to join me?" Kywyn asks, opening in his eyes.
"Okay," Dak sits next to Kywyn and tries closing his eyes, "What are we doing?"
"Just letting your mind go where it wants, even if that's nowhere."
Dakarai furrows his brow, which reminds Kywyn of NaShae.
The two sit in silence until Dakarai speaks, "Are we there yet?"
"Where, kid?" Kywyn questions.
"Where our mind is supposed to go."
"If you're asking, then probably not."
"Oh."
"..."
"How about now?" Dak inquires.
"No, Dak."
They sit for a full minute.
"Papa?"
"Yes?" Kywyn invites.
"I think I'm there. I'm not sure, but my brain went somewhere. Somewhere where there's food."
"Sounds like you're there," Kywyn agrees and takes Dak into his lap, "Now that you mention it, I think that's where my mind went too. Eat when you are hungry, that's a perfect example of things going... of momentum. Let's find some food."
Kywyn finds he uses a lot more absolutes when talking to Dakarai such as 'perfect' and 'never' and 'always.' Even though he doesn't believe in them, he recognizes now they are good words when you have the tortured capacity to believe... before the mundane fear of improbability became reflex and blighted the airy flowers of imagination and dreams, before the eventual trading of the false gods of acceptance and diversion for those of logic and liability.
Kywyn carries Dakarai to the kitchen where they can find leftovers for a meal, calling NaShae to join them soon after.
"Sometimes you have to go back to go forward," Hex had imparted to him.
In this costume, Kywyn trains in the sanctuary of the Toadfoot apartment. He keeps his gauntlets on more often than not still.
Mirroring different movements Kywyn has seen or extrapolated from Hex as well as reviving certain tumbling moves from younger days, Kywyn makes good use of the open area in the home. Jumping leg raises with knees tucked to chest in the air, jumping straight-legged leg lifts while touching his toes in mid-air, jumping leg splits, and jumping back arches with legs folded back all become additions to his routine.
"Going in circles..." he thinks between heavy breaths, "Can we go back to the start?"
"Back to the start. The sun, the stars, the water, the shadows," Kywyn's frog chirps from his seat on the desk.
After some consideration, Kywyn decides to keep wearing the pale, cream-colored garments. They feel like more of a cover or costume than his normal black attire now.
---
[To LLI]
*Tensek sits on the park bench his head leaning back staring up at the clouds.*
.oO(You’re late Lucian.)
*As if summoned by the very thoughts of Tensek the half-elf sits down on the park bench.*
Well look what the cat dragged in.
*Lucian sighs and places his cane over his knees.*
How are you today Tensek?
Quite well. It's such a nice day out. Perfect for an afternoon of hunting. And you?
Better now that I know the hunter is well.
*Lucian reaches to his belt pouch and draws out a smaller pouch.*
Happy Birthday.
*Tensek puts his hand out palm facing the sky as he turns his head to look at Lucian.*
Why thank you I thought you'd forgotten. It's always nice to have a visit from your friends on days like this.
]How could I forget my close friend's birthday?
*Lucian puts his hand on Tensek's shoulder and whispers in his ear.*
There could be many more holidays that I could remember. Interested?
If the challenge is good I'm always interested.
*Lucian nods as he replies.*
I thought so. I'll ask my parents if they would be interested in playing host for a night.
*Tensek smiles softly and turns his gaze back up to the sky.*
And where would this little get together be held?
That remains to be seen.
*My mother is quite ill and any un-needed stress could prove fatal.*
*Tensek closes his eyes and basks in the warming light of the sun.*
Send her my sympathies.
*Lucain nods and enjoys the sun.*
*Tensek lightly bounces the bag of coins in his hand.*
Tell me Lucian what is it that you were really doing with the baker?
*Lucian eyes Tensek carefully.*
Encouraging.
What kind of encouraging?
That'd be telling and mom and dad aren't fond of loose lips.
So if Pearl tells?
What does she know really? She doesn't know either of our realy names....
She knows mine but than I don’t even know what was done…
'Fred' should be more than enough encouragement not to talk anyways.
*Tensek snorts with contempt at the name.*
Yes Fred.
*Lucian looks at Tensek slyly.*
"It adds a certain aura of mystique."
Not when my life is on the line.
Look, if she said something it would come down to her word versus ours. And she would end up implicating herself as well.
I’m more worried about what “Fred” will try to do.
*Lucian hivers slightly.*
As long as mom and dad are around he'll pay attention to me. I am older..
I don’t think he’ll care about age if he has the chance.
*Lucian shrugs softly.*
If he does anything wrong, Mom and dad will kick him out after ensuring he wont carry the family line on any further.
Is it always a good idea to hide behind your mom and dad?
Not always... I have a few tricks of my own I'd rather not have to use though.
Everyone has their secrets.
Don't we know it?
We all know more than we let on…
One last thing before I go. Where can I find you?
I’ll be around. Perhaps try the temple.
Which one?
The one that's hardest to find.
*Lucian nods and kicks his cane up into his hand.*
Happy Birthday.
I thank you for the gift. Watch out for your little brother.
* Lucian nods and leaves. Leaving Tensek on the park bench, the ranger’s eyes open for a moment as he watches the half-elf leave before he closes them again and listens as the many citizens of the city go by.*
“Mama! Do we have to go?!”
“Angelica will you marry me?”
“Alfredo, wait up!”
“Aww look at the baby.”
“That’s a beautiful dog you have there.”
“Woof!”
*Tensek’s eye pops open as he watches a large group of halfling’s run through the park. As the man returns to close his eyes two boys approach him.*
“Excuse me are you Mister Tensek?”
*Without opening his eyes Tensek nods.*
I am. What do you wish of me?”
“We’ve been sent by the Silver Sword Adventurers Guild to inform you that you have money waiting for you there.”
*Tensek tosses each boy a silver coin as he speaks.*
Alright I’ll head there soon.
*As the boys run off Tensek rises from his seat and strolls out of the park.*
[To the SSAG]
After cleaning Dak up, and tucking him in, Kywyn sits with NaShae as they read Dakarai a story from one of their bound books before putting out the lamps.
Standing a notch under six feet tall and weighing near 11 stones, his lean-muscled, lithe frame shifts under a loose-fitting, faded beige outfit that contrasts sharply with his raven black hair.
Drip. Drip.
Earlier, Kywyn had spent some time playing with Dakarai and idling lovingly with NaShae in the space outside their apartment. But since the sudden rain grew heavier, NaShae brought Dak inside to warm up. Kywyn lingers outside for now. He is glad to find another place to practice his movements without disturbing the people in the apartment below theirs.
A small stack of loose-leaf parchment is held in place by a black frog on the steps leading back inside. The stairs have an overhang, preventing the papers from getting wet. Among portraits of NaShae and Dakarai were diagrams and sketches of unarmed fighting stances and maneuvers as well as scribbled notes on various subjects. Kywyn found the ink and paper beneficial. The lines and words could be an intermediary between thought and action.
Kywyn has found a coal black satchel to hold his drawing supplies, artisan's tools, and assorted scarped of paper. The light shoulder bag sits next to the papers on the steps, watches over by Hex. Kywyn thought it would be a more convenient to carry sometimes since some of his inks and colors were useful for focusing facets of his sorcerous powers.
Sorcerer. The word no longer holds the sting of disdain in Kywyn's mind it once did. It is just another word, another title. There would be prejudice, and superstition, and resentfulness, no matter what you called yourself. It is a state of mind you could get around. He would show Dakarai this.
Drip. Drip. Drop.
Kywyn blinks away the rain. Where was he? Attempting to not get lost to his thoughts, he moves into another stance in the rain. The two shadow lashes illustrating the path of his hands. Every smooth transition, every explosive shift of posture is reflected as the tentacles flow like ribbons through the moist air.
Positive and negative, the right and left Hex Tongues seem, yet it is not that clear cut. The attacking tendril relies on a draining void, while the defensive one needed to become more solid to fulfil its function. Examine anything too closely or too superficially, and it all turns to grey.
Drop. Drop. Dripdripdripdrip...
Kywyn jumps in the rain, rotating a half circle and sending his tendrils spiraling around him. He lands and strikes out with curved arms strikes, not overextending any joints.
"It all becomes one."
Kywyn has seen the look on the faces over someone in combat, there is a range of expressions, but many look like they want to kill you. Kywyn has never developed that extroverted killer instinct. He usually carries a blank face even when under inner turmoil. When he does get the glint of evil intent in his eyes, he's a different animal. But even then, he has trouble going full ahead without care, and this personality trait is reflected in his martial movements. Kywyn has a gentle touch, not opposing an opponent's force, but not giving way completely either. Perhaps this is why he never felt as comfortable with any weapon he picked up as he did with his own body.
Getting rather soaked now, Kywyn hurries to the stairs and picks up his belongings before making his way back inside and up the interior steps to get home.
When Dakarai is put to bed, Kywyn nestles close with NaShae in a chair by the window until the light drops from their backdrop.
His gaze falls upon the accumulation of paper by the desk, drawings and scribbles that should be organized when he has a moment. Kywyn wonders if money could be made from that craft, enough to keep them from having to search out more risky avenues of revenue such as venturing out of the city to loot old places. He should try. If drawing for strangers on the street was not enough, maybe a studio could be set up here. He wouldn't know where to begin with the business side of things. How does one become well known? And would he want that sort of recognition after striving to keep to the shadows?
Kywyn slouches back into the seat. There was time enough to worry about that when it became pressing. They should be secure enough for the time being. Pacified by the warmth of his other half, Kywyn falls asleep in the chair.
Kywyn thinks it best to update his permit to avoid nuisances later on. He asks if they had gotten a permit for Dakarai (he believes they did), not that he should need it, but to minimize the risk of any unnecessary trouble.
He would also check if there is the possibility of any tutoring courses Dakarai might enjoy. Though Kywyn did not particularly care for that place, he could not deny it is a source of learning.
Kywyn says he will return with information shortly and they could thin about it and go back together if they wish to pursue. He pulls NaShae close before leaving.
In his off-white outfit, Kywyn slings on his satchel and backpack and heads out the door, ruffling Dak's hair with a gauntleted hand on the way.
---
[To Hightower]
Reaching the apartment, Kywyn scales the steps two at a time to reach home. He goes over the information he learned at the Hightower with NaShae to discuss the possibility of some sort of class or activity for Dakarai.
He also comments on the 'hazard deposit' they include for the spellcasting license but does not dwell on it long.
.oO(What is it that's botherrrin' meh so? It's like Ah've forrgotten soomethin'.)
She continues on a short way, when she remembers something.
"T'bacceh! That's what Ah'm ferrgettin'!"
She heads for the tent of the man she's been buying her tobacco from.
.oO(Evrrythin' looks differrent soomehow. Ah wasn't goone that loong.)
Yawning and hardly able to bathe and get to bed, she dismounts and speaks to the merchant, purchasing the tobacco she has sorely missed the last few days. She takes her purchase and turns to head for home.
After passing several tents, she realizes she's been followed by a clip-clop-clip-clop of hooves and becomes irritated with whatever horseman is following her so closely. She turns to speak a few words to the rider, but only sees a riderless pony looking at her with large brown-black eyes. She blinks a couple of times, then nearly (but not quite) drops her package.
"Crrrimechaserr! Oh Motherr help meh! I nearrly ferrgot! Oh heck! Ah did ferrget!"
She steps toward the pony and pets its nose.
"Ah'm sorry. Herre. Yeh must be as tirred as Ah am. Let's git yeh hoome. Minto said yeh came frrom the guild, didn'a he?"
She takes the pony's reigns and heads for the Silver Sword.
A drill known as 'silk reeling,' where the practitioner's body is the spool in the center of several rolls of long silk, and his limbs act as the strips of cloth themselves, demonstrates the interconnectedness of everything in motion. The center guides, suggests, and controls the extremities yet is just as bound to them as they are to it. In a mid-height stance, Kywyn aligns his spine by tilting his hips back and slowly twists his hands and arms out. When the left is pulling the silk out, the right is being reeled back to the spool and vice versa. The palms have their index fingers slightly curved out, bringing the thumb into a slight arc with the remaining fingers. This forms a spiral conducive shape, like a helix thrust through water.
Kywyn trains in the yard behind the apartment until it the rain gets to intense. He feels the drops upon his face and thinks about the distance they must have traveled from above. He has thought of this before, and it guided him to see things more clearly.
"Come to the compound."
*Tensek arrives at Droggo Periwinkle’s Stables. Looking at the sign the ranger nods and enters the building.*
Hello? Mr. Periwinkle! I’d like to speak with you for a moment.
What? Eh? Oh hello. You’re a bit too big to be riding dogs you know.
*The owner of the stable steps into Tensek’s sight as he speaks.*
I’m looking for a dog. I was told you have a very good selection.
Well of course I do. Hermy the City’s greatest hero got his dog here.
Who?
*Tensek shakes his head and puts up a hand to stop Drogo from speaking.*
I’m sure you can tell me about him later. Right now I’m looking for a good strong dog I can train for hunting.
Well we have a tonne of dogs. Would you like to take a look at them?
I do.
*As Drogo leads Tensek into the kennels the various canines begin to bark.*
Don’t mind the noise now they always do that when some stranger comes in! Go ahead and have a look!
*Tensek nods and makes his way down the hallway turning his head from left to right as he slowly inspects the dogs.*
.oO(No. Not quite right. Too thin. Too small. To big. Way to big… Wait you’re perfect!!)
*With a smile Tensek kneels down in front of a kennel with a young well built female dog with a shining short black cloak, tanned markings on her underside and a short stubby tail.*
This one.
You like her?!
Yes!
Haven’t been able to get around to training her for riding just yet. But you probably don’t need her for that eh?!
No. But I want her.
*Tensek says as he stands up the reply from Drogo is very enthusiastic.*
Excellent than if you’ll come with me we can get everything worked out for you and you can take her with you today!
Well there’s a problem. I’m leaving the city for a short while today. I wish not to subject her to harm straight off the start. So would you be willing to hold onto her until I come back?
Of course not as long as I have a guarantee that you WILL return for her.
I’ll pay for her today if that’s alright and I’ll pay for the kennel fees when I return.
All right than that’ll be 25 gold for her.
*Tensek smiles and pulls out a handful of gold coins. The ranger hands them to Drogo who takes them happily. *
A pleasure doing business with you sir, good luck on your trip!
Thank you I’ll be back as soon as possible!
*With that Tensek leaves Drogo’s kennels and makes his way to the market place.*
[To The Market Square]
Sprints through the street past peasants, vendors, and anyone else. Llyala in tow.
*hugs Dak, then moves to Kywyn*
I've been called.
*kisses him*
I'll be back soon.
*gathers her things and leaves the apartment*
*walks through the streets towrd the graveyard*
[To Avowed]
Tap-Tap-Tap
"Not much longer," Kywyn replies while looking out the window.
"A little longer or a long longer?" Dak inquires.
And Kywyn pushes down the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach.
"Little, kid."
While Dakarai converses with his invisible friend Mon'Qui, Kywyn slips away to the bedroom for a minute. He walks over to a side door which was a sort of small closet and storage.
Fingers run over the smooth ash wood; the open grain pattern runs with the grey-brown heartwood color.
"I should have guessed by now. There's never an easy way. I know this, but it always catches you off guard still."
"You had dreams, you had memories of before," chirps Hex the frog from his position clinging to the bedpost with suctioned toes.
"You show me how to move. You keep reminding me... of things before, sometimes too far back for me to accept. Shadows of old things, a young moon and ... What do you have to tell me."
This last statement does not carry the rising tone of questioning one would expect, more of an imperative.
Kywyn steps away from the door as if it is a cage holding a dangerous animal. Light footfalls sound in the room like rocks falling into water, rippling across the surface. Each step reverberates in Kywyn's ears.
[color=burlywood]"You see starless night now. You see and become. You run from, and you walk to, and you cry out for, and you can't get that it's the same. Away and toward, in front and behind. You're running away to the beginning, but it's a looped track."[/color]
"You are sounding like quite a wise frog at the moment," Kywyn turns toward the closet door.
"Maybe you're just gullible man. Guo-guo," Hex sounds young again in Kywyn's mind.
"Was that a joke?"
Hex puffs out his throat, like frogs sometimes do, and releases a rapid oscillation of chirps, peculiarly almost sounding like a child's laugh.
Kywyn shakes his head slightly, "Feels like I'm talking to myself sometimes."
"You kinda are."
Kywyn turns the knob of the door and swings it open. The shade of the closet is dissolved by the lamp light of the bedroom. Hanging prominently from a catch is a black skin, Kywyn's established costume of pure black. An infiltrator's suit, something that would look more at home on an assassin or housebreaker, the form-fitted, inky shirt and leggings look to Kywyn as if in a dark mirror.
"Maybe," Kywyn leaves the thought drifting in the air for no one in particular to catch before going back to Dak.
[Beyond The Walls]
I woke up in pain.
For an instant, I couldn't remember a time before the pain. I could recall remembering not being in pain, but that's not quite the same. It takes a minute for the world to come back into place.
The unfamiliar dark surrounding of some small inn room greeted my blurred vision. The room stank of some unaccustomed scent.
I was getting closer. Garic's City within the week. I had gathered the clues, hung in the seedy shadows, listened for the right words. They were there... somewhere. The faceless ones, the outsiders, the avowed, whatever they were called... the name mattered little.
They could have had answers. They said the Avowed had a book, and that tome knew many things.
The pulsing in my hands was coming again. I was glad I kept my gauntlets on.
I want to know the inside. I won't stop 'til I see blood.
My torn cloak acted as a second blanket in the cool room.
I can't stop 'til I see blood.
Kywyn blinks and is left touching his torn, grey cloak that is draped across the back of a chair in the bedroom. Kywyn lets his eyes wander along the ashen edges, wondering how deep this thread of memory might pull him...
Kywyn strains to hold onto the thought, but he cannot even remember why he was hurting that morning.
Is this the end of things? Faded pictures? Maybe time is a more potent healer than Kywyn believed. Or perhaps 'annihilator' is a more apt title. Even if Kywyn screamed out in his mind to keep a certain memory, he wonders if anything would change. Would the first time he met NaShae fade? Dakarai's birth? Silis's death? That first portentous card reading at Natala's Mystic Shop or the Jackal War or the first time he saw a dragon?
Hex hops to Kywyn's shoulder from half way across the room.
[color=burlywood]"Thinking too much?"[/color] the frog peeps.
"I was always waiting for the death blow, the end, the solution, the proof to all my doom and gloom. But it never came. I've continued."
"I guess, in some ways, I'm still waiting."
The Story of Kywyn's Cloak (with excerpts from "The Snow Queen")[color=burlywood]"You must attend to the commencement of this story, for when we get to the end we shall know more than we do now about a very wicked hobgoblin; he was one of the very worst, for he was a real demon. One day, when he was in a merry mood, he made a looking-glass which had the power of making everything good or beautiful that was reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that was worthless and bad looked increased in size and worse than ever. The most lovely landscapes appeared like boiled spinach, and the people became hideous, and looked as if they stood on their heads and had no bodies. Their countenances were so distorted that no one could recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appeared to spread over the whole of the nose and mouth. The demon said this was very amusing. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any one it was misrepresented in the glass; and then how the demon laughed at his cunning invention."
-- "The Snow Queen"
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A boy looked over the counter at the garments displayed in the tailor's shop. He had been given enough money to buy something simple for himself for the coming winter. There were some magnificent looking cloaks and capes hanging there in front of him, but they were all so very expensive. The painted and dyed colors shone magnificently.
His name was Kywyn and he wanted the blue and silver cloak as it reminded him of the sky and moon.
"Excuse, me," the boy said to the clothing maker, "That cloak in the corner, is it the same price as the rest on that shelf?"
"Yes, sir," the clothing maker replied.
"I see," Kywyn said, nodding with slight disappointment.
On his way out, the boy stopped in front of a tall mirror set up by the window. He had trouble looking at his own reflection. He did not find himself particularly unsightly, but there was always something about the reflection that bothered him.
"Too small, too short," Kywyn thought, "Too strange, you'll never fit."
The colors of the cloaks in the background suddenly did not look as bright as they did a moment ago. How foolish of himself, Kywyn reproached, to think he could cover up with some flashy wrapping and forget what is underneath.
[color=burlywood]"All who went to the demon’s school - for he kept a school - talked everywhere of the wonders they had seen, and declared that people could now, for the first time, see what the world and mankind were really like. They carried the glass about everywhere, till at last there was not a land nor a people who had not been looked at through this distorted mirror. They wanted even to fly with it up to heaven to see the angels, but the higher they flew the more slippery the glass became, and they could scarcely hold it, till at last it slipped from their hands, fell to the earth, and was broken into millions of pieces. But now the looking-glass caused more unhappiness than ever, for some of the fragments were not so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about the world into every country. When one of these tiny atoms flew into a person’s eye, it stuck there unknown to him, and from that moment he saw everything through a distorted medium, or could see only the worst side of what he looked at, for even the smallest fragment retained the same power which had belonged to the whole mirror."
-- "The Snow Queen"
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After Kywyn finished helping his parents clean up in their place of business, he made his way to another building in the merchant district. He had found a place to study art for a time. In the cellar rooms of a mercer's storehouse, there was a group of misfits, recluses, bards, and artists that met from time to time. Kywyn happened upon them and was intrigued by the world of music and light in which they seemed to surround themselves.
When he had a spare moment from his lessons and helping out at home, and playing of course (it was still important to play), Kywyn would wander around this way to see if there was something to see. He brought his drawing tablet with him to show some of his sketches, which were pretty good for a young man his age.
Some of the eccentric artistes were also travelers that carried stories of far off places to the south, away from the long winters and flat plains. Kywyn also stayed quiet and remained in the back, even among these outcasts. When he would return home to tell his parents, and brother, and many cousins about the things he had heard and seen, they would seem casually and politely interested, but waved it off with a reminder to be careful around those types of people.
This left Kywyn somewhat empty. He had more in the way of possessions than any of those wandering souls whose lives he just brushed against, and he could most likely live comfortably in a family of merchants. But there was something else to it. There had to be, Kywyn thought.
And it was around this time his hands started to burn again. They burned not with the roaring heat of a fire but with the stolid capacity of an icy night. It was happening more often now, especially when his thoughts turned toward melancholy or repressed anger. The first time... well, he couldn't remember the first time. It might have been a gradual thing, or it might have been that time by the marsh river...
Strange things seemed to linger around Kywyn, and this dark touch was not something he could explain away like the time he had a feeling the meat had gone bad, and no one else believed him and they all got sick after. Or the time he could just see that a certain item his father had acquired in his dealings was more than it seemed and actually bore some hex.
The change was growing, and now that Kywyn was no longer a child, he couldn't let it rest and it wouldn't let him rest.
[color=burlywood]"Some few persons even got a fragment of the looking-glass in their hearts, and this was very terrible, for their hearts became cold like a lump of ice. A few of the pieces were so large that they could be used as window-panes; it would have been a sad thing to look at our friends through them. Other pieces were made into spectacles; this was dreadful for those who wore them, for they could see nothing either rightly or justly. At all this the wicked demon laughed till his sides shook-it tickled him so to see the mischief he had done. There were still a number of these little fragments of glass floating about in the air, and now you shall hear what happened with one of them." -- "The Snow Queen"
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But what of a fragment in a boy's hands? Or a shard in his bodily center through which all meridian lines flowed? Was the natural energy field that life provided him distorted? Kywyn asked these questions when he read the child's tale, his favorite from youth, for the first time in years. Why was he so desperate that he was searching for meaning in a children's fable?
He brought up the question of his strangeness to the few remaining drifting artists and musicians he knew from when he used to visit them. They all had stories and explanations, but no one had a reason. Kywyn might be cursed by the devils, he might be gifted by the gods, he might be some magical mistake, but none of that answered his question sufficiently. What am I? Why am I?
Kywyn studied the few books he could get his hands on. Arcane subjects, esoteric philosophy, works of fiction, it mattered little. He was looking a scrap of truth in something.
One time when Kywyn returned to the square where some of the recluses loitered, he met a man who he had not seen before. The man's deep tan revealed he was not from around here. Speaking with him, Kywyn found the stranger to be quite erudite in tone and knowledge. What caught Kywyn was that the man did not offer his answer, his take on the solution. He simply said he did not know, but there were rumors of others who might.
The foreigner stated, "For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow. Their rumors trail south, but I would think twice about following it."
Kywyn knew better than to ask who "their" referred to, but he did think twice about pursuing. And a hundred times after that. However, eventually, he decided to go. He said his goodbyes to his family, who did not understand why he was leaving, but had no choice but to accept it as part of Kywyn's need to grow.
On that last day in Fortitude Pass, on his way out of town, Kywyn stopped in at the tailor's shop that was always around the corner from his house for as along as he could remember. Kywyn looked for a little something extra to keep warm for the journey. Passing by the colored cloaks, he spied a grey ragged-looking thing.
"Could I have that one," Kywyn pointed to the grey cowl in the back.
"Please," he added.
The tailor looked strangely at Kywyn, "Are you sure, son? That's a reject. It was supposed to be a full poncho, but the pattern was the wrong size, and the trim is already frayed."
"I'm sure," Kywyn replied and paid for his purchase.
It was perfect at the time, Kywyn considered. The torn edges of the poncho seemed like all broken thoughts that might add up if he could just put them together, and the frayed threads were all the loose ends of his life that might never get patched up.
"How do you know that story?" Kywyn asks Hex after the frog mentions something about a looking glass shattering.
[color=burlywood]"There is a story?"[/color] Hex ribbits.
"What were we talking about?" Kywyn asks, rubbing the back of his neck.
[color=burlywood]"You were just thinking."[/color]
"Yeah. I was."
Kywyn collects Hex onto a shoulder and heads out of the room to sit with Dakarai.
However, Kywyn remembers the special crystal given to him and retrieves it from his pack. He runs his bare thumb along a facet of the clear, stout shard, the smooth surface soothing to the touch.
Not wanting his concern to grow overbearing or exorbitant, Kywyn considers for a moment before essaying. Looking through, he tries to see if he can scry on his love, just for a glimpse, just to be sure.
Still in his off-white, loose clothing, Kywyn makes use of the time by performing an unarmed form of flowing stance and footwork. He improvises some of his recently inspired Lunatic's Frog Leaps in between deceptive, center-twisting backhand strikes and wheel-like kicks where the leg is rotated around the body.
Sometimes, Kywyn's mind allows him to imagine he is crouched like a frog, perfectly still until imaginary prey comes close, then a lightning flick, and a blur of motion in either attack or defense. And defense takes the form of evading and leaping out of range rather than direct blocks and parries.
As a frog, Kywyn sees a few other things sometimes too. An imaginary timeline where he was once a tadpole that survived the trials of the dark pond and evolved into the slick amphibian he pictures. No, wait. Maybe he is supposed to be the tadpole striving in the groundless murk, looking for the light of the surface. Breathing water with efficacy, he still searches for air. As the pressure lessens and the contours of the marsh bottom fade to black, he realizes it's something he cannot reach without letting go. But he can’t let go. And the undersurface is a looking glass ceiling that he can't bring himself to shatter.
Wait, which role is he playing again? He knows his line, but it somehow seems wrong.
*Tensek slowly makes his way through the winding streets of the city pushing infront of him the barrel. Luckily no one stops him to inquire about what he's doing nor accost him. Finally after some time Tensek arrives at Nobody's.*
[to Nobody's]
Coherence comes back to him in pieces and threads, the color and the shape of rationality, as his movements pause. He stays like this for an extended period, trying to extirpate the visions and reveal their implications, until his legs start to tremble from the effort.
Though his thigh muscles burn, Kywyn remains in a quiescent state, a natural state for him. A droplet of sweat runs down his temple as the pain sets in. With a primitive hiss, Kywyn throws his fingers open further, abandoning the relaxed willow-leaf palm pattern he learned and straining the tendons in his bare hands.
The rush starts deep in Kywyn’s center of gravity and pulses out through his veins and arteries. The negative charge focuses into his hands and taut fingers, causing them to pale. With a final aggregation of power, the insipid blue hue of his draining touch surrounds Kywyn’s hands.
No words or special stance this time. Kywyn’s legs start shaking more violently, and he falls to his rear end while holding his hands aloft. He knew this could happen, the others had told him, and it had happened once before when he was fighting the devil of Abreyaken, though that episode is rather blurry.
But now, as Kywyn stares into the indigo that has defined so much of him, he cannot help but wonder if this is how it was meant to be. He closes his hands into fists, dismissing the faint glow.
Brodda heads for the lawyer's guild, whistling merrily as she goes. When she arrives, she enters and stands in front of the clerk.
"Grrreetin's t'yeh! Ah'm herre teh see Doctorr Chandl. M'name's Brrrrodda."
She grins.
"Yes, I see... He's with a client. Would you please wait on that bench over there?" he asks politely and gestures towards a bench against a wall.
The dwarfess is kept waiting around twenty minutes before Dr. Chandl walks his client to the lobby, shaking the merchant's hand reassuring him that all will be well.
"Ah, Mistress Brodda, so good of you to come."
He strides over and shakes her hand enthusiastically.
"Please, let us go to my office, a most confidential matter, you understand..."
"It's good teh see yeh again! Confidential, aye, of courrse, Ah underrstand."
She follows him into his office.
"Business has been good, Ah trrrust?"
He shuts the door and gestures to a chair, then sits behind his desk.
"But this time, a client's son has taken ill, and his parents think there is foul play involved. The cleric that tended to him mentioned seeing another, similar case, and while it sounds like coincidence, they want it investigated.
Who am I to argue?"
He rolls his eyes, leaning back.
"I'd like you to interview the cleric, find the other patient and interview him -- or her. Let me know what you find out, and we'll go -- or not go, -- from there."
"If indeed therre is soomethin' to it, therre must be soome connection. Aye, Ah'll look into it. Who is this clerric?"
He hands Brodda a slip of paper with the name of the cleric, and the note "Recent coincidence of cases of brain fever" written on it.
"Now, what was it you were needing assistance in?"
Dr. Chandl leans forward, steepling his fingers.
"The fatherr of a frriend was convicted of a murrderr he didn't commit aboout twenty yearrs ago. It seems therre was soome push teh close the case quickly, and despite positive charracterr witnesses."
She takes a deep breath, aware that she's going over the story quickly, and making it short -- perhaps shorter than the story deserves.
"The rreal murrderrer, Kirby Woodhome, though deceased, is spirritually imprrisoned by the clerrics of Ordemetrex and has since admitted that the crrime was his. The man who was convicted of his crrime, Herrmy Woodhome seniorr, is still alive, though we haven't quite located him yet. We'rre worrkin' on that. What we'd like teh knoow is, how can we get his conviction rreverrsed? He's a sweet man and neverr deserrved imprrisonment."
She looks at him, sincere hope in her eyes that he might have some good news for her.
He breathes in and out deliberately as he finishes his warm up stretches and exercises. Planting his feet firmly a shoulder width apart, Kywyn bobs his center down while twisting to start an unarmed form practice. His left knee raises, putting him in a one-legged stance, before the foot slides out, skimming the ground to slump Kywyn into an exceedingly low stance.
Kywyn looks up questioningly at the shadow near the fence. Blinking once, he thinks he may have seen this one before. Feeling somewhat disconcerted at being caught off guard but hiding it under his normal layer of apathy, Kywyn straightens up and walks over to the bench where his cloak lies. He picks up a cloth to wipe his brow and neck and drapes his grey cloak over his shoulders.
Back still turned to Ely, Kywyn closes his eyes for a moment, trying to remember where he may have seen this girl before.
"Wait..." he considers mentally, "I got it..."
Partly in the shade of the tall fence, Kywyn turns halfway toward Ely.
"Sheep." he thinks.
"Sheep," he says.
.o0(hey he's not bad where have I seen him before)
"My deepest appologies for disturbing your practice."
*fist in palm nod. The man looks at her and says 'sheep'. ely is monentarily taken aback.*
.o0(well he obviously knows me)
"Yes, I am a shepherdess. My name is Ely. I feel that I know you, yet, I can not place you in my memories."
Kywyn nods and pulls up his hood to conceal his face, hoping this visage is more recognizable.
"I watched one of your sheep for a time quite a while ago. When he or she was lost it the city. We've met once... in the graveyard," he speaks softly.
"Kywyn," he allows with a slight bow of his covered head.
Kywyn makes a small sweeping gesture to welcome Ely closer.
"You seem to be a student of an unarmed form. I have not seen many in the city. Would you care to talk or even practice a bit? Like I said, I haven't found the opportunity here before."
"Ah! of course!"
*she said remembering how frightened she was of him. and how silly it seemed now.*
"yes she is with me here in the city just in some stables I work at. Yes I am always interested in other forms."
*Joins him in the court yard steping ever so lightly making contact with the outside of the balls of her feet first and only touching on the heel.*
"I come from the Mesan Abbey in the mountains beyond Handsel. I study k'u chih quon and Mu Bot with Master Hsu Where have you studied and with whom?"
She approaches closer to kywyn.
"I do not belong to any school. I studied with masters when I was younger... far to the north. I think I must be a dabbler compared to an abbey monk," Kywyn nods.
"The Downward Spiral is what I have taken to calling the systems I practice."
Stepping closer to Ely, Kywyn says quietly, "Is it a common practice in your abbey to practice free hand exchanges?"
K'u chih quon is very carefully coreagraphed movements much like your form. Alow me to demonstrate as a means of warming up."
Moves a few steps away and begins her form the slow movements are all at exactly the same speed except the kicks which were sudden and snappy. Towards the end her body starts to shake visiably. She continues at the same delebrate pace sinkinking nearly to the ground and rising impossibly slow to a snap kick. She turns and exhales as she pushes her ki back to her center.
"there."
Eli swivels around and places all her weight on her left foot and steps out with her right. Her hands are open and left below the right at head height. Her face is tranquel with a slight smile.
"lets begin."
Feeling self-possessed enough to remove his gauntlets for a time, Kywyn also pulls the armoring off his dull grey boots. Undraping his poncho-cloak and leaving it on the bench, Kywyn stretches his neck to the side. He is always wary of sparring with strangers. Too many headstrong fighters wanting to prove their superiority or concerned with their pride, but she seems nice enough.
A black frog crawls up on one of Kywyn's gauntlets to observe.
Kywyn circles his adversary slowly with crossing steps, his hands are nonchalantly adjusting the slack in his pants legs. Shifting to the left then to the right, he advances toward the short-haired woman to start things off gradually. Waving both hands smoothly to Ely's side, he snares her left wrist with his left hand in a three-finger grip, leaving his index finger pointed to allow mobility. Kywyn's right forearm is used to block Ely's arm at the elbow, attempting to lock her in place and see how she escapes.
Because of his light build, he would normally only venture such a close quarters maneuver as a counter, but judging by Ely's size, Kywyn thinks he might just be able to hold on.
"Why do we fight without arms, Ely? Is it some sacred geometry we're afraid of disrupting?" Kywyn questions while facing partly away.
"Sacred geometry? You could call it that. Wepons make the fighting expierence richer, sometimes its good to use wepons but even with wepons in both hands you must still use your feet elbows knees, head...the sacred geometry must be flexable.
"Damn."
Kywyn lets his raised rear foot drop deliberately and then stays motionless, his front arm bent at up ninety degrees at the elbow, his rear hand pulled to the shoulder.
"Where did you say you come from again? Have you been staying in Garic's all this time?" Kywyn interjects into their practice.
"Mesan Abby about two day's journey to the east, I have just returned from a period of training. but you have been here a while, right? Did you fight in the goblin war?"
Steps forward and strikes out with her right foot and right fist simultainiously. Aims for his body.
Originally posted by Brodda
Brodda leans forward and accepts the note from Chandl, tucking it safely into her blouse. She sits back in silence for a moment as she pulls her thoughts together.
"The fatherr of a frriend was convicted of a murrderr he didn't commit aboout twenty yearrs ago. It seems therre was soome push teh close the case quickly, and despite positive charracterr witnesses."
She takes a deep breath, aware that she's going over the story quickly, and making it short -- perhaps shorter than the story deserves.
"The rreal murrderrer, Kirby Woodhome, though deceased, is spirritually imprrisoned by the clerrics of Ordemetrex and has since admitted that the crrime was his. The man who was convicted of his crrime, Herrmy Woodhome seniorr, is still alive, though we haven't quite located him yet. We'rre worrkin' on that. What we'd like teh knoow is, how can we get his conviction rreverrsed? He's a sweet man and neverr deserrved imprrisonment."
She looks at him, sincere hope in her eyes that he might have some good news for her.
Dr. Chandl clucks his tongue thoughtfully, and considers his response.
"Generally, reversing a conviction means bringing the real criminal to justice, but as he's already dead... You said there was a push to close the case quickly. Do you know who was pushing, or being pushed?"
Intuiting that he cannot defend against the simultaneous attack fast enough, he crouches down low in his posture then a jumps rearward in a Lunatic's Frog Leap a safe distance away. Kywyn raises his shins to meet Ely's punch, which stings but also adds some momentum to his flight.
"The war was fought, and I was there for some of it," he answers somewhat circularly as he finds himself landing too near the bench with his belongings.
Before tripping over the bench, Kywyn rebounds from his landing by placing a foot on the long seat and springboarding up and back toward Ely.
He fires off a middle height snapping roundhouse kick that is obvious and readily blocked. Nevertheless, it gets him near enough to twist forward and hook on to Ely's lapel (rather than a more viscous neck target). Kywyn pulls her in close while raising his knee and planting his heel firmly at Ely's stomach.
"Death of one hundred demons. You know this move?"
He starts to push her away with a point-blank heel kick, as if sliding a victim off an imaginary blade after impaling her.
*Tensek picks his way through the streets and alleys to Drogo Periwinkle's stables once more. Entering the door he calls to Drogo.*
Excuse me Mister Periwinkle!
Ahh come to fetch your new friend have you?
*The ranger smiles and nods in agreement with Drogo.*
That I have. Is she ready?
She was ready the moment you came here. Wait here and I'll brinmg her out.
*Tensek smiles and stands as Drogo moves to the kennels and a few minutes later returns with the dog in question. A beautiful female rottweiler. Kneeling down Tensek gently pets her soft black hair.*
Are you ready to go girl?
Do you have a name for her?
*Tensek looks up at Drogo for a moment than looks back down at the dog.*
Yes. Yes I do. Kiara.
A beautiful name.
*Tensek slowly rises and takes the leash from Drogo.*
How much do I owe you for keeping her for the two days?
Just one gold.
*With smiles coming from both dealers the money exchanges hand and Tensek leaves with his new found companion. HEading out into the city for a walk.*
.oO( Vicar...?)
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"Death of one hundred demons. You know this move?"
He starts to push her away with a point-blank heel kick, as if sliding a victim off an imaginary blade after impaling her. [/b]
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"oof"
.o0( it is)
Ely takes some of the force of the kick before twisting to the side and deflecting the rest. In twisting she brings her free arm in, grabs and twists the hand on her lepel. She then grabs the elbow with her other hand. She uses this grip to propell kywyn on his way. Ely leaps in the opposite directoin onto the bench full of stuff before noticing the frog. She is quite startled.
"GAH!"
She loses her footing, regains some composure, but still seems disturbed by the frog.
"Is the frog yours?"
Slowly standing up.
"He is," Kywyn exhales.
He stands and waits to check if Ely still wants to continue.
"Takes less space than a sheep."
Taking a left facing stance, Kywyn feints once with a twitch of his foot before propelling himself forward in a skip. Still facing sidewise, his right foot darts out, followed by a shuffle of his left foot. By the time Kywyn's left becomes the supporting leg, his right is already thrusting out in a hooking manner. Known as golden dragon swings its tail or simply a 'superkick' in some fighting styles Kywyn had studied, his heel shoots out at a reverse angle, seeking a high target.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
Dr. Chandl clucks his tongue thoughtfully, and considers his response.
"Generally, reversing a conviction means bringing the real criminal to justice, but as he's already dead... You said there was a push to close the case quickly. Do you know who was pushing, or being pushed?"
Brodda's face darkens a little, the mere thought of justice being averted by anyone upsetting her.
"Ah'm afrriad Ah doon't knoow yet who was dooin' the pushin'. Howeverr, it was the city's Guarrd who was bein' pushed. Specifically, the Captain of the Guarrd at the time -- a woman named Kerrris. If herr orrderrs werre coomin' frrom soomeone higherr in rrank, Ah'm not yet awarre of it."
She growls softly, feeling the tentacles of helplessness begin to tighten about her. She leaps to her feet, as if to escape those tentacles and begins to pace.
"Therre's got teh be soomethin' that can be doone -- soomethin' Ah cin do teh brring the trruth teh light."
Chandl jots notes on a sheet of parchment.
"Therre's not a lot Ah knoow aboout herr. Seems she rretirred earrly, liked ale too much forr a human, and might'a jooined a merrcenarries guild afterr rretirrin' frrom the Guarrd."
She continues pacing.
"Missus Toadfoot says she wasn't a verry nice girrl."
You see, we can't say that the judge in the case made a mistake, we have to show that the judge was presented with faulty evidence."
Dr. Chandl sets the parchment in a tray on his desk, and puts the quill in its holder.
"The confession from Kirby will be very useful, but it would be best to back it up with showing Kerris was dishonest.
Be careful, Brodda. If she was being paid off... well, whoever was paying her won't want that known."
"Y'knoow meh, Doctorr... Ah'll be quite carreful." ;)
.oO(Malign Kerris' charracterr... perrhaps soome folks she worrked with might be strrong witnesses teh that. Hmm. Wherre do the guarrds favorr drrinkin' t'getherr afterr worrk? That'd be a good place teh starrt. Ah'd betterr see if Minto wants teh coome along.)
"All get back to yeh on yeh'rre case in a few days, whetherr Ah've got inforrmation orr not."
She grins.
"But Ah'm surre Ah'll have soomethin'."
Originally posted by Kai Heishall
Kai slowly passes by several buildings from the market square using connected alleyways. Getting bored with the scenery, the elf decided to leave the shadowy sanctuary and walk the city streets. His eyes narrow as he comes across a familiar person.
.oO( Vicar...?)
*Tensek continues on down the streets making his way through the city. Unaware of Kai watching him the ranger and his dog silently pick their way to the market place.*
Hmmm....
The elf steps foward and start to tail Tensek from good distance behind keeping close to the shadows.
He seems out of place, having toubles navigating the crowds, and nearly bieng hit by cart more than once.
He seemes distracted by all the people, sounds, and smells.
Every now and then he'll stop and applogize to some he has bumped into, then ask for some help. Most people just ignore him or mumble something in his face.
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Dravenous gets a good look at the others face, large, grey and pox marked, a Half Orc beyond a doubt.
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Eli steps out and drops low. Her left hand guides kywyns calf overhead. Her right hand sends a thumb towards a point midway up the outside of his thigh.
Upon landing, Kywyn spins down into a seated position, legs crossed at the knees, arms outstretched, letting the blood flow into his damaged leg to start cleaning out the vital area strike damage.
With an impassive countenance, the sweat dropping off Kywyn's brow resembles rain drops running down the face of a statue.
"Never did learn my vital points that well," Kywyn muses.
He looks to Ely's next move.
"It's nice to have a fight with rules. Things can be true within a context."
.o0(I HATE FROGS)
"Oh I am sory about that I reacted harser than I ment to frogs make me...nervous...
watching the frog she nears Kywyn now looking at Kywyn
"I can help that."
indicating the leg.
"How long have yo been studying?"
Kywyn uses his legs to twist back up to his feet as Ely approaches, indicating he is not done yet with a half-smirk.
"Must be half my life by now," he voices stolidly.
He throws his hands overhead and arches his back into a cartwheel to maintain some distance. Kywyn then dashes forward to leap into an oblique sidekick aimed at the shoulder.
"You?"
She stands outside and thinks for a moment.
.oO(Hmm. Temple orr taverrn? Which case teh starrt off with? Well, it's not terribly late in the day yet. Guess Ah'll starrt with the Temple and head off forr the taverrn's laterr. Maybe Minto will want teh coome aloong.)
With a spring in her step and a whistle on her lips, she heads for the Temple of Ordemetrex.
sidesteps the blow and grabs his leg at the ankle and high on the backside of his thigh in 'play guitar'. She pulls him off balance with his ankle and aims a palm strike for his dantien.
.o0(you're one to talk of holding back)
"You don't use your martial art self defence, do you?"
"Unbalance the center," Kywyn reads in Ely's attack.
Swaying his hips slightly to align his spine, he offsets his center of balance so that the push knocks him back rather than down.
"You mean for brawling? I'd like to think there is higher art in it than that."
Using a hand to squeeze Ely's palm into his own abdominals, Kywyn rotates to the side and back to the front in a whip-like motion, letting both arms blast out in a sudden circular pose, as if hugging a thick column of air. The backs of his fists and wrists look to impact into Ely's torso.
"And there is more to things that we can see."
Ely goes into 'golden cokral stans on one leg'. standing as if hugging a giant tree with both arms and a leg and wards of the attacks. she then stepps in to 'planters punch' aiming a twisting punch at his dantien wile guarding her elbow with the other hand.
"where did you here that?"
The girl's fist slips under Kywyn's forearm block and nails him in the side. Rolling with the punch, Kywyn's body turns on a diagonal axis, and his turns into an exceedingly low crouched stance. His right leg is pointed out and his left is folded under his rear to form a seat.
Running a thumb along his jawline, Kywyn says, "You get what I mean by art? The idea of order from a sense of chaos?"
"The energy you exert forms into something more."
Kywyn springs forward by uncoiling his bent leg. Seemingly exhibiting his artistic nature, he draws lines through the air as he would for an ink sketch, intuitively and creatively. Cutting ridge hands move in at different angles, and Kywyn ends with a thurst kick in which his arcs his back in the opposite direction for extra force. The result is Kywyn rotating in a turnaround.
"What do you got? What are you looking for?"
"Order from the chaos, yes. I have something you should see. Here look at this"
She stands upright but not double weighted. Her hand makes a motion infront of her body and toses a small cube towards Kywyn.
"Where did this come from?" he asks.
"Its a q'o, a question without an answer. You throw it and it either comes up chaos or order. The question is was it chance or the order that caused it to be so?"
"Did you make this?"
"This is a question I have asked all my life. Fate or fortune. And the only answer I've found that works is no answer. Both and neither. You get that?"
Sensing that their spar is at an end, Kywyn walks away toward the bench and shakes off the numbness in his leg.
"Your technique is sharp, Ely. I was relying on crude talent and experience to keep up with you."
He looks back and tosses the q'o over his shoulder back to Ely.
"Thanks for sharing your training technique, I know how closely guarded such things can be. I feel I owe something in return."
Kywyn pauses and looks to see that no one else is around.
"These are my dreams... that I've never lived before..."
He grasps his right wrist as a dark tendril emerges and coils around his forearm. Kywyn's eyes glow gold. Whirling to face Ely while circling his hand around his head, Kywyn thrusts out his palm and the Hex Tongue shoots out in a helix that straightens to skewer through Ely's chest. The spectral tentacle causes no harm, though it protrudes from her back.
For a moment, the black thread connects them.
"This is my training technique, Ely, my discipline. To kill, to drain, it's what this strand knows. We play with the toys we're given."
Then the ghost appendage retracts like a frog's tongue, and it is as if it never happened. It would be easy for Ely to disbelieve anything transpired. But something did.
"I think I would like to practice with you again sometime. And if we are to really talk anymore, I didn't want to hide everything."
"Chance or meaning?" Kywyn blinks and the gold hue is gone from his eyes, "That you happened by and we managed this exchange? We never we be here again... and yet here we are."
.o0(Was I supposed to make a right instead of a left? Did I get turned around? Was I given bad directions?)
The source of those questions was the building with the name "Nobody's Inn", which he had left a few hours ago.
.o0(Well I might as well rest my feet while I'm here and I hope somebodies in Nobody's Inn.)
[To Nobody's]
.o0(That was horrible pun.)
He then walks out the city gate, making a mental chacklist and preapering for the hunt.
.oO(I hope you know what you're doing Brand. Tyro was a good idea, the man is a tracker and hunter, but Nige... you better hope he doesnt get hurt.)
Alright Nige, I'm going to take you to a spot where Tyros and I saw this Alftuck fellow. I need you to look around for places he could have hidden. We tried once already but we may not have noticed some places since we are so big.
He says as he starts to head to the alley where the bath house was at a slower pace then usual. Watching Tyros and wondering how Nige manages withthat Bucket.
So Nige, what are you really good at doing? He asks his new friend.
"Oi'm pretty good at ... no.. Oi cin... ummm, Oi once saved a bird lady."
"Oh! An Oi know 'ow ta sweep floors. Tiv tought me."
Tyros looks confused at the mention of sweeping. "What's sweeping?"
Nige peeks out from under his bucket. "It's where ya move stuff from one corner ta another with a broom."
"Volos even let me sweep the inside once."
The explaination doesn't appear to help Tyros much, and he scratches his head. "Why?"
"Well Oi ... um... Oi guess cause it won't do it itself?"
Tyros ponders that answer. as they near the bath houses.
When they get there, Nige again peeks out of his "helmet" and exclaims. "Oi know where we're ot! Thats the bath 'ouse!"
"We went there once but they kicked us out!"
"They said yea 'ave ta take a bath, ya can't just watch."
Nige, do you know anything about the dwarf fellow who lives behind the middle door in the courtyard?
"Oi don't loike 'im. 'e's grumpy."
Nige spins around a few times, and then sits down.
"Whoi are we at the bath'ouse? 'alftuks don't bath."
Could you tell me everything you knwo about these Alftucks?
We are here because I chased the Alftuck here and lost him here so he either has a way out of here or he hides here some place.
"Don't go with 'avetucks no matter wot koinda a magic tree they tell ya they know aboot."
"'avetucks are liars, an thieves, and if ya don't go ta bed, they'll steal ya away froim yer mother and you'll never see 'ome again."
"Moi cousin Jomam is not a 'avetuck. And I'd better stop calling 'im that."
Nige sits back down.
"Thots wot moi mom told me about them. Minto told me more but Oi wasn't paying attention."
"'e don't yell loud enough."
Nige picks up a rock and throws it at the fence.
"'E probably as a way out o' everywhere. 'Ermy told us that ya shoulds always 'ave away out. An 'e would know. 'e's 'Ermy."
Nige stands up and picks back up the rock. "Oi'd bet if we found out where 'e lived, we'd foind 'im there."
"When Oim at 'ome, that's where Oin usually at."
"Oi could ask 'im where 'e lives if Oi see 'im. 'e's more loikely ta tell me, cause Oi'm not scary looking loike you."
"An moi pants aint fuzzy either."
.oO(....)
.oO(Find out where he lives... Why didn't I... its so crazy.. it might just work.)
Oh what was it Marroc said....ah yes, he mentioned something about this alftuck and hanging around the slums alot.
Maybe he lives around there. Shall we have a look over there?
"Sure, Oi know 'ow ta get there. We play 'ide an seek there soimetoimes when Volos 'as a 'eadache."
"Oi know this great 'ole ina wall."
Nige grabs Tyros and Brands hands and starts pulling them south.
"Once when we were 'idin, an Vivvo was seekin, 'e found a place where soimone was eatin rats."
"Oi don't think that sounds very good. Vivvo says it aint."
Nige leads them passed Nobodys Inn.
"'Ermy used ta 'unt bad guys 'ere. 'But 'e didna git them all. Theys always more bad goiys around, then there is good goiys ta kill them."
"But we're gunna stop that 'alftuck roight?"
Nige leads them into a very run down section of town, and then starts to head to a door.
"Oi'll knock 'ere an see if this is 'is."
Nige, be careful, I told Volos I would keep you from harm as best I could, I don't want you getting hurt.
Brand looks to Tyros and in a low voice says to the elf:
I don't expect this to be the one we ar elooking for, but this is a bad area so be on guard.
He looks around at the run down buildings and refuse in the streets and recalls his first visit to this part of town not more then a few days ago.
.oO(well if Nige knows the area a bit it is going to help us, I just have to keep him out of trouble though)
Brand walks up behind Nige and stands a couple feet to the left side of the door up against the wall.
Not surprisingly, nobody opens the door. From inside someone yells out a profanity laced tirade that can be roughly translated as "Go Away."
Nige shrugs. "Oi donna think 'es lives there. Oi'll troi the next 'ouse."
Nige rushes to the next house and starts to pound on its door,
Brand walks up to Nige and places his hand on his shoulder.
Lets try something not quiet so... blunt.
If you come out and tell the guy you plan to kill him he wouldn't say he is there would he?
Brand shakes his head a bit.
Besides I dont want to kill him, I want to birng him in to the city guard, let them handle him. I'll only kill him if I have no other choice.
Nige, you said you played hide and seek here. Where were some of the really good places to hide?
Brand turns to tyros and says in a low voice:
Maybe our littel friend here found one of the alftucks hiding places by accident. could be a good thing to look into.
Leading Brand by the hand, Nige pulls the man down several streets to a dark alley.
"Its in 'ere. On that wall there," He points to the left side, "Its big enough fer all three of us, if we wanna 'idew fer awhile."
"Oi think its part of this 'ouse that no one lives in. Except theres no door anywhere else."
Having second thoughts about what he is doing, what if they don't need me, what if there is nothing I can do, what can I do are common themes in his mind.
Eventulay after a long winding walk (he get the hang of the city some time) he finds himself in front of the Temple of Ordemtrex.
He stands there for some time, his mind cleared, and finaly decides to enter.
.oO(a room of an empty house that leads no where... what kind of room is that?)
Brand looks into the hole in the wall and ducks inside for a better look.
Tyros, see if you can get into this house some how. I want to see if it is really empty or not.
NIge, I want you to think about something for a minute. If you were an alftuck in this part of town, where would you hide. Think like an alftuck mind you.
Brand says as he sticks his head out of the hole in the wall.
Tyros dashes off to the front of the house.
Looking in the hole Brand can see a small room, maybe ten by ten. It's mostly empty except for a pile of broken furniture piled roof high on the far wall.
Brand begins to unpile the furniture from the wall to see if by chance there may be a door or something behind it.
He stops every now and then to pop his head outside to check on Nige to make sure he hasnt left.
.oO(Well its worth a shot, never know why peopel pile things up on a wall... could be hiding somehting... or i could be getting desperate... probably desperate i did just ask Nige to think like an alftuck)
Outside, Brand can still hear the bucket being thumped. "Oim thinkin, boit theres nuthin in moi 'ead!"
Brand sticks his head out the wall and calls out to Nige.
Hey Nige, I found a door in here, wanna take a look? Brand clears away more of the furniture to make the path to the door clear.
do i see the door's hinges?
Nige skips in. "Theres a door? Does it lead ta a candy factory?"
The halfling scoots up next to Brand to get a better look.
.oO(hmm door isnt in too good of shape..)
Brand tries the handle/knob to see if the door is locked or will open freely.
I dont think it leads to a candy factory, but it probably leads into this house.
.oO(wonder if Tyros found a way in...)
When Brand pulls on the door, it does not budge.
Nige could you step back for a second.
Brand takes a few steps back and lowers his shoulder and attempts to break the door down with a brief shoulder bashing.
.oO(This... might hurt.)
uh +3 str mod if needed
Nige kicks at it, and it still doesn't budge.
"Maybe we should set it on foire? Its made o' wood."
Brand stands there looking at the door rubbing his shoulder.
No Nige we aren't going to set it on fire. I'll give it one more try then lets go see what Tyros has found.
Brand steps back again and once more lowers his shoulder and rushes the door.
A slight wince crosses his face just before he hits it.
.oO(This is going to hurt more...)
Nige claps his hands and jumps around. "Now we cin 'ave candy!"
On the other side of the door, is another room, and a very surprised looking Tyros.
"Hey! Where did you come from?"
The room that Tyros is standing in has a door to the street on one side, and the floor is litered with rubble.
Another door sits open on the other wall. Tyros points to it.
"Stairs going down. Its very dark down there."
Well Tyros, I have a torch in my pack, want to take a look? Brand says as he digs out a torch and starts to strike his flint and steel to light it.
Once the torch is lit he heads to the stairs and holds out the torch to see if he can see the bottom of the stairs.
Tyros knocks an arrow to his bow and looks down.
"I think I see a spider."
Nige peeps out from between the two.
"A candy spider?"
Tyros shakes his head. "A regular spider."
Well then, lets go see what we can find.
Brand stays close to the left wall as he makes his way down the stairs, trying to leave a firing lane open for Tyros just in case.
I hope you are a good shot. he says over his shoulder to the tracker.
Tyros follows Brand down, Nige skips after him.
The room below is small with a dirt floor and walls.
And like the room above littered with rubbish.
Along the east wall, is what apears to be a tunnel.
Brand moves through the room avoiding the scattered rubbish along the floor as he heads towards the tunnel.
He looks down the tunnel to see what he can see by the flickering light of his torch. After taking a look he proceeds cautiously down the tunnel.
Nige, Tyros, be careful, don't knwo what we may find down here.
For someone to go through?
Tyros says in a doubtful tone of voice. He keeps his bow ready to fire if something happens.
What might we find here that might hurt us, other than the halftuck?
.oO(Ok dark tunnel under a house in the slums... thats.. not strange..is it?)
I don't knwo what may harm us, and thats just the problem, so stay on guard just in case.
Nige on the other hand finds plenty of head room as he skips after them. "Oi bet this is the way ta the candy factory."
Brands torch lights up the passage in frront of him as he travals down it. It's a straight path for possibily several hundred feet and then it forks into three seperate tunnels.
One on the left, one on the right, and one going straight.
.oO(ok this just great. Well at least this must be a tunnel used by halfling kin)
Brand looks at each tunnel and has no idea which way to go.
.oO(when in doubt...)
Alright everybody follow me we will try the left tunnel first, no splitting up I dont want anyone down here alone.
Brand says as he crouches down and moves down the left tunnel.
Tyros be sure Nige stays with us. he says in a near whisper.
Nige starts singing within five minutes, and then forgets that Tyros asks him to be quiiet in another five. Its a pattern that continues, until a sound other then the halflings rendition of "Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer", reaches the ears of the ranger and the bounty hunter.
It sounds llike water dripping.
.oO(Don't like that at all...)
Wait here, I'm going to go see what that is, I'll be back soon, if I'm not... go find help.. heh. Brand says to the two in a low voice as be starts moving down the tunnel again.
.oO(Long tunnel, I wonder if we hit the sewers...)
.oO(Blasted alftuck must have hit them from behind! If that was Nige Volos is going to kill me! I hope Tyros is giving that little bugger hell for this.)
Hang on guys! I'm comming!
.oO(lotta good that'll do can only fit oen at a time in here i wont be able to reach the thing.)
TYros, is kneeling down to be at a teary-eyed halflings level, a comforting hand on Niges shoulder.
Tyros looks at Brand and shrugs.
"It got dark."
I'm sorry I forgot I had the only lit torch, here lemme find one of my other ones.
Brand wrestles one handly for a moment with is pack and then rifles through it and then realises his torch is strapped ot the out side of the pack and pulls one off.
He lights it off his first torch and hands it to Tyros.
There we go, this time when I go it wont get dark.
Brand looks at Nige.
Don't worry Nige, the dark is nothing to be afraid of, specially when you have Tyros and myself around.
Brand turns back around and goes down the tunnel once more.
.oO(Oh I am so glad it wasn't that alftuck...)
Nige grins as he holds the torch away from himself.
Looking forward again, Brand continues onwards.
Another hundred or so feet down the tunnel, Brand spots a puddle on the floor. Examining it, appears to be about five feet long and the width of the four foot wide tunnel. And perhaps a few inches deep.
A steady drip of water leaks from the dirt roof of the tumnnel.
Brand turns around and heads back.
After a while he rejoins the others.
well all i found down there was a puddle of water, the water is dripping from the roof so that means that tunnel must be under like the sewers or soemthing, I dont want to risk getting caught in a flooded cave in so lets go back and try another tunnel.
Brand reports back.
Tyros nudges Nige in between the two bigger people and they return to the crossroads.
He swings the old wooden door open and seconds after he is met with a hot blast of fire as the vial of alchemist fire shatters on his face. The flames clinging to him, licking his cheek and eye as a child would a piece of candy.
Brand shakes his head clear and tries to steady his nerves.
.oO(Come on hold it together, it was only a torch, you've been good around fire for the better part of a year now. Bad feeling being down here but just deal with it.)
Brand walks back to the parting of the tunnels still hunched over.
.oO(ugh, my back is gonna hate me...)
Alright lets try this one.
Brand says as he moves down te center tunnel.
Nige follows after Brand, statying nearly on his heels, Tyros stays back a good fifeteen feet, glancing back behind them every once in awhile.
The tunnel curves to the right after about 200 feet, and then continues on for a long span of time. Brands torch begins to flicker as the tar burns itself out.
Nige reaches forwards and grabs onto Brands leg.
"Wots 'appeing ta yer fire stick?"
Brand says as he watches his torch slowly flicker itself out
This sure is a long tunnel...
Brand says aloud to himself as he stands up a bit more then before thankful ther eis a bit more room for his head.
.oO(Some times being big isnt always a good thing...)
A large boulder blocks any further progress.
Alright lets turn back and hustle back we dont want the torch to run out on us.
Brand says as he turns around and follows behind Nige and Tyros.
When they reach the tunnel split again Brand stops for a moment.
If we stay down here longer there is a good chance that torch will run out on us and leave us in the dark. Do we want to stay down ehre or go back topside and get a few more torches and come back later? Brand asks Nige and Tyros.
Tyros's eyes go wide. "Boogieman? What's a boogieman?"
"'E's a gret big blue 'airy monster with green teeth and purple oyes, 'oo loikes ta bites off peoples toes if they let them hang out from thar blankets."
"The only thing that cin stop 'im is light an blankets."
"'e lives in the dark."
Tyros looks at Brand. "I think we should get more torches."
Brand says after hearing Nige's rather enthusiastic response.
After a litte travel back through the tunnel and up the stairs Brand steps out of the old house and into the streets.
He tosses away his used up torch off to the side of the street and begins to head to teh market area.
I don't like those tunnels under that house. Much too long for simple travel and much too small for normal people to fit through.
Brand says to Tyros as they walk through the streets.
"There is no where to run other then where it lets you."
Nige nods his head. "An Oi loike 'aving toes."
Originally posted by Kywyn
"I felt a spark in that punch of yours. And I felt an energy."
He looks back and tosses the q'o over his shoulder back to Ely.
"Thanks for sharing your training technique, I know how closely guarded such things can be. I feel I owe something in return."
Kywyn pauses and looks to see that no one else is around.
"These are my dreams... that I've never lived before..."
He grasps his right wrist as a dark tendril emerges and coils around his forearm. Kywyn's eyes glow gold. Whirling to face Ely while circling his hand around his head, Kywyn thrusts out his palm and the Hex Tongue shoots out in a helix that straightens to skewer through Ely's chest. The spectral tentacle causes no harm, though it protrudes from her back.
For a moment, the black thread connects them.
"This is my training technique, Ely, my discipline. To kill, to drain, it's what this strand knows. We play with the toys we're given."
Then the ghost appendage retracts like a frog's tongue, and it is as if it never happened. It would be easy for Ely to disbelieve anything transpired. But something did.
"I think I would like to practice with you again sometime. And if we are to really talk anymore, I didn't want to hide everything."
"Chance or meaning?" Kywyn blinks and the gold hue is gone from his eyes, "That you happened by and we managed this exchange? We never we be here again... and yet here we are."
Ely snatches the cube out of the air. There is the ghost of a smile, but she redies for another attack. The tendril shoots through her and she cannot move all her hair stands on end as if in a thunder storm. There is no pain but just a cold sensation. Her body reacts violently feeling as if she is at the hight of a fever, all except the cold in her chest. The tendril returns into kywyns arm. His eyes return to normal and he speaks again this time she hears some of what is said before she throws up.
she looks at him in fear and manages
"Wh- What are you!?"
"What are you looking for? In your training and your discipline. I've nothing but respect for that sort of devotion."
Kywyn starts putting his gauntlets back on, feeling a bit self-conscious.
"But I can tell by the look in your eyes... there are some things you don't learn in a monastery."
standing straighter
"I... you have shown me your truth I will tell you mine. In the past I have sought only the teachings of my master. Recently I decided to seek knowledge beyond what he knows. There are wonders in my way of study, I feel on the verge of a breakthrough even now, but I seek knowledge and skills beyond that. So I have returned to the city but I am still not sure where to look. What you have showed me this day makes me burn with desire to learn more. you ask me what I seek and I tell you I seek a new teacher.
"There are ways you can learn. There are people and places that can teach."
Kywyn pauses.
"I've heard stories, a long time ago, of styles... martial arts that unlock hidden or forbidden things. You have probably heard some of the same. I was once told of Ansatsuken - the assassin's fist - that allowed its masters to do amazing things."
"Do you believe this?"
"There is legend," Kywyn holds up a hand, "And there is this."
"I cannot teach you this... but maybe we can talk a little."
"yes I have heard, and I believe...things I have seen my master and upper level students demonstrate have caused me to guess at the broadness of this existance. we will talk, but later the hour is growing late."
Kywyn gives a nod of his head and returns to his backpack and frog waiting on the bench.
Soon after Ely leaves, he heads back inside the apartment.
.oO(Heh that does really sound like a nice idea.)
I think you're right, we should buy some candy after catch this alftuck. Brand says to Nige as they draw near the house.
Once they arrive at the house brand pulls out two torches and lights one of them and hands it to Nige.
Ok, lets go see where that last tunnel takes us. Brand says holding his unlit torch in his left hand.
After walking through the tunnel for a while and comming to the split, Brand heads down the left tunnel, his right hand on his sap the whole time.
A lwooden ladder on the side of it, provides away down.
TYros looks a bit uncomforttable. "Something smells funny."
Nige blushes. "Its noit me."
Tyros nods. "I know, I'm used to the way you smell.. This smells like... I've smelled this smell before, but never this strong."
"Is it the 'alftuck? They smell pretty srtoing."
"No. At least I don't think so. If he did we could track him by his smell very easily."
Sniffing at the air, Brand can smell it as well. A strong, unpleasant odor. Similiar to what he smelled while looking in the sewer.
.oO(Well at least there is a ladder...)
Nige hold out your torch for a moment.
Brand says as he uses it to light his torch.
He holds his torch over the pit to get a better look down.
When Brand holds out his torch it flares up slightly, and then dims back down.
The ladder leads down twenty feet, and the floor where it touches ground is covered in dried muck.
He begins to go down slowly until he reaches the dried muck floor.
.oO(Well they said to try the sewers... this has to be close enough....ugh that smells)
Brand quickly looks around once he is down on the ground.
The sewer tunnel heads off in a north-south direction.
Tyros peaks his head over the top.
"Is the avetuck down there?"
Brand sees no sign of the halftuck, though he does see several rats scurrying away to the edges of his torchlight.
Brand says as he begins to head north through the old sewer tunnel.
.oO(You are going to need to bathe for a long time after this Brand...)
He watches as the rats scurry away from him and his light as he walks down the tunnel.
The sewer tunnel is much larger then the tunnel that lead to it. Fifeteen feet across and just as high. The wallls are covered with dried filth, but the roof still shows signs of the brick used to keep it up.
Tyros and Nige clambour down the ladder and start to follow Brand.
"What is this place? It smells bad."
Oh that feels good.
Brand looks around the tunnel again and takes a sniff.
By the look and smell... I'd guess an old sewer tunnel.
Brand says as he makes his way northwards.
Nige pipes up. "Volos says its where people put there garbage."
"But ya cin also put sticks, an dead rats, an Micks socks in there too."
"But yer not suppose ta."
"Sio if we foind any socks, Oi'll need ta return them. Ollroight?"
Traveling down the tunnel, the smell appears to be getting worse, and there are a few spots on the wall with exposed brick. Blocked up tunnels most likely.
Looking up at the roof exposes more blocked passages, identifiable by miscolored brickwork.
Heh alright I'll remember that if we find any socks. Brand says aloud as the smell gets worse.
.oO(Wonder why they would brick up this tunnel.)
Brand picks up his pace a bit and moves quicker down the tunnel.
Lets see if we can get to the end of this tunnel soon the smell is starting to get to me. He says to the others.
Half an hour later they find themselve staring at a dead end.
The tunnel has been bricked up, but a ladder climbs the side up to what appears to be a sewer grate.
He looks over at the ladder lelading up to a grate.
Lets get some fresh air shall we? he says to the others.
Nige can you hold this torch as well?
As he hands his torch to Nige.
Brand climbs up the ladder and attempts to push open the grate from the inside.
Brand finds the grate opens easy enough, and when he pokes his head out sees it opens behind a stack of crates and barrells.
Brand climbs up and crouches behind the crates and barrels and signals down into the sewers for the other two to come up.
When they make it out he moves a bit and places the grate back where it was.
.oO(Hmm loose grate, that is concealed from view, tunnel leads to an abandoned house in the slums....I think we may have a winner..)
I think we have just found the escape route the alftuck uses. Its concealed, and a place few would venture around in. Brand says to Nige and Tyros taking back his torch that Tyros carried up the ladder.
Brand goes to poke his out a bit from behind the crates to see where they are.
Looking out from behind the barrels, Brand can see they are in an alley way. And beyond the alley appears to be the market.
Brand moves back behind the crates where the others are.
Now I'm sure this must be how he gets out, the market is just down this alley. Thats where Tyros and I lost him last time. He must have run in here and gotten away.
Brand sits down for a moment.
Hmm, so how to use this to our advantage... We could try to set a trap for him here.
We could just wait for him to show up and attack him here.
We could wait for him to strike again and try to follow him.
We could tell the guard and see if they have any other ideas.
Brand rattles off a few ideas out loud but not particularly to the others.
"Oi dunna wanna wait, Oi wanna catch 'im."
"Why would we wait for him to attack someone else? Isn't that what we are trying to stop?"
"Oi donna wanna go ta the guards. They'll yell at us an tell us ta knock it off. Its wot guards do."
Brand shakes his head.
.oO(No, no more should get hurt. But think about it... if one more is needed for him to be stopped is it worth it?.... ok enough of that talk...what to do...)
Tyros scratches his head as well. "It was dark in there. He could have been in there and we would never have known if he was in one of the other tunnels if he isn't smart enough to use a torch."
"We could try the other tunnels again and see if he got lost in them."
Brand thinks for a moment about it.
.oO(May as well search the first one to completion..)
Alright lets go back and try the very first one on the right, see if he is down there.
Tyros puts his hand on Niges shoulder, and Nige grins.
"Donna worry, we'll catch 'im."
.o0(I need to find someone who can track wolves)
"ah!"
walks quickly to nobody's
Once on the road again, he breathes in the cool, fresh air with relief, his nasal passages still tingling from the multitude of odors in the shop.
After a few minutes of getting his nose back in working order, Maelut turns and heads towards the church, still feeling uncertain about asking them for help.
.o0(I'm sure they're perfectly nice people, but they're all a little...weird. They just make me uncomfortable, I always feel guilty when I talk to them, like I'm not really doing what I'm supposed to be doing)
Lost in his thoughts, Maelut arrives at the Church of Agathalos before he realizes where his feet have taken him. Taking two deep breaths, Maelut walks through the entrance to the church and tries to cover up his discomfiture.
[To the Church of Agathalos]
wandering through the slums
.o0(hm..tyros has wolf experience I think I will try to find him first. but where to start looking.)
.o0(I could easily find Dravinious or Giglia. Though I wonder if they are expierenced enough. If I had only been watching the sheep! Still he didn't have to fire me.)
ely continues walking and thinking weighing her options
.o0(half ork and a city guard. they would both be cheap. I should see what the other farmers would pay to be rid of the wolves. THE WOLVES! I NEED TO CHECK ON THE GIRLS!)
a shok travels through her, and she looks up and sees where she is
.o0(CRAP)
turns quickly to run to where her sheep are stabled only to bump into someone behind her. He is all arms, leggs, and stink. He is clad in Leather
"oh! sorry"
ely sees the glint of steel in the mans right hand
"OI, wussa hurry, Luv"
"wot you- WHUG"
before he could finish his sentence ely had kicked him hard in his armpit. He tried to let go of her wrist found that she had grabbed his. the mugger brought his knife around in an angry arc that sliced through her cloak.
Ely stepps back bows, grabs the dagger, and heds for the stables.
.o0(hm that wasn't good. he will probably attack me agin and bring friends)
[to outside]
Not receiving any answer to his knock, Kywyn takes out a scrap of paper and a pen. In printing, he writes:
Gamis,
I had an interesting encounter with a troubled elf calling himself Kai. He seems to have plans that involve revenge against you for some reason. Seek me out if you wish to hear more.
-Kywyn
Slipping the note into the door frame, Kywyn glances around and leaves promptly.
Iris Toadfoot emerges into the hall, calling after her tenant as he climbs the stairs.
"Yes, Mrs. Toadfoot. Hello. What can I do for you?" he asks.
My grandnephew, Jerrod, he's sick, very sick. Would you please take him to the Temple? He's burning up, and not moving, and I'm so frightened!
True to his word, Kywyn dashes up inform his love and then hurries back down to Mrs. Toadfoot's door.
"Will you be coming as well?" he questions Mrs. Toadfoot, "You probably know his symptoms."
He tightens his gauntlets for no apparent reason before letting his off-white sleeves drape over them.
Yes, certainly I'll come along.
She follows Kywyn anxiously.
---
[To Temple of Ordemet]
Arriving at the Toadfoot apartment, the trio enter through the front door and walk to Mrs. Toadfoot's room.
"While I'm here, I'm going to grab afew things, Brodda. I'll be back in a second," Kywyn says as his climbs the stairs.
Inside the apartment, Kywyn relays the situation to NaShae as he grabs a few things from their room to put in his satchel: a new vial of ink and a few sheets of paper. He eyes his grey cloak and the closet with his black suit but decides he better get back downstairs. With a parting kiss and hug, Kywyn leaves NaShae and Dak to find Brodda again.
"Rready?"
She turns back to Mrs. Toadfoot.
"Yeh take it easy, Missus Tooadfoot. We'll talk to the boy's parrents and get to the bottom of this."
She stands and prepares to go.
His earlier question lost to the jumble at the temple, he nods again to Mrs. Toadfoot, "Exact directions to the Bellthistle's would help, Mrs. Toadfoot. You said down the street?"
Mrs. Toadfoot looks up at Kywyn and Brodda with gratitude in her eyes.
Thank you, dears. Thank you.
"Ah hoope this one's easy teh trrack doown. Ah doon't want any moorre folk gettin' this Mindfirre."
"Yeah, what could the cause be?" he ponders softly.
Walking down the street next to the bard, he scans the row of houses.
"Red door... red door..." Kywyn says to himself, eventually spotting the abode.
He knocks but steps aside you so that Brodda has room to see.
"Yes?"
.oO(He seems much kinderr than his mate. If she's even close teh bein' as... thoughtless and unfrriendly as she was while we werre in the deserrt, then... Ah woould have teh guess he rreally loves herr. Heh heh, orr she has soomethin' on him.)
She nods and waits for the door to open. When it does, she makes sure her expression is soft, but grave.
"Helloo. Ah'm herre aboout yeh'rre boy, Jerrod. Might we coome in forr a moment. It's terribly urrgent."
"Ya don't look like Guards."
He peers past them.
"Where's m'boy?" he demands.
She stops to take a breath, and to allow the news to sink in.
"Misterr Bellthistle, therre's an illness gooin' arround and its meh job teh find oout wherre its coomin' frrom. Ah'd like teh talk teh Missus Bellthistle and yeh'rreself teh see wherre the boy might've been t'day."
He turns, and yells back into the house, "Kimmy! Kimmy, there's a dwarf here, says Jerrod's bad sick at the Temple!"
Running feet heralds Kimmy, and she pushes up next to her husband.
"Sick? What do you mean, sick? He was just fine this morning!"
"He's bein' taken good carre of at the Temple. His is the thirrd knoown case rrecently of a feverr. Ah need teh find oout wherre Jerrod's been t'day beforre morre folk become ill."
"You'll want to go see him, of course, but if you could just retrace his steps today..."
"He went to the shop with you this morning."
"Ayup, and he worked hard all morning, and after lunch I let him go off with his friends."
"He didn't come home after..."
"Have any of the otherr worrkerr's therre complained of feelin' ill? Any idea wherre Jerrrod and his frriends might have gone? Who arre his frriends? Ah'm gooin' teh need teh speak with them as well."
She asks the questions one at a time, but indicates there's some urgency to the matter.
Kimmy sniffs at that, and says, "He's always with Bosco. Bosco Kettlepot, he lives on the next street over. And Dorille Bristleborn, and his cousin Freedo Puckerleaf."
"And the dwarf."
"Oh, well, I suppose you're right. The angry fellow. Sorry ma'am, but everyone does call him the Angry Dwarf."
"Hank."
"Yes, Hank the Angry Dwarf."
"Good, Bosco, Dorrille, Frreedo... Hank? The Angrry Dwarrrf?"
She assures the Bellthistles that she isn't offended in any way.
"Hank? What kind of name is that forr a Dwarrf? Sorrry, wherre can he be foound?"
.oO(And Ah wonderr what makes him so angrry.)
He glances at Brodda, "If any of these others are sick, that will be a lead, you think?"
"The healer said the mindfire is based in the air and dust but have you learned how long it can take for someone to get sick after contacting it?"
.oO(I just hope this goes over better then back in the mountain....)
When the dwarf is close, he asks, "Well? How'd it go?"
Kimmy shrugs at Brodda.
"He has some dwarf name, but no-one can pronounce it, so we just call him Hank."
Originally posted by Scheherazade
Life at the Hungry Pelican is much the same, and Hegnus hails Aramil from his table.
When the dwarf is close, he asks, "Well? How'd it go?"
*Aramil is glad to see Hegnus again. He smiles brightly and gets a round of beer or whatever drink the dwarves and companions would like for them. Then when they are all seated and settled Aramil begins to recount the whole tale from the day they left to Ulerians couragous and final attack against the beast, to when the priests gave Ulerian breath once more. He finishes with a great sigh and then waits for the dwarf's reaction to his tale.
The young dwarf finishes his story, and after clearing his throat, Hegnus Longbeard stands, wiping his hands on his pants, and offers a handshake to Ulerian.
"We're much obliged to ye. Thank'ee."
His glance at Aramil is eloquent with disappointment.
"Seem like a good start, Brodda?"
Kywyn thinks to himself about ways they should be cautious around potentially infected areas. It would do no good if either of them got infected.
"Airborne... so if there's a danger maybe we should have something to cover our nose and mouth at least."
Originally posted by Scheherazade
The dwarves exchange many a look during Aramil's recitation.
The young dwarf finishes his story, and after clearing his throat, Hegnus Longbeard stands, wiping his hands on his pants, and offers a handshake to Ulerian.
"We're much obliged to ye. Thank'ee."
His glance at Aramil is eloquent with disappointment.
.oO(Well so much fer getting a better reaction outa the dwarves....)
*Aramil sighs again and drains his glace, then he just sits their and waits for Hegnus to tell him whatever he wants, now knowing that he has failed to gain respect from the dwarves.
Hmm... I'm sure glad this Hegnus didn't spare anything in giving us detailed feedback... Ah well, I suppose some just aren't very verbose...
He sees Hegnus' apparent disappointment in Aramil, and Aramil's absorbtion of the, in Tagg's eyes, unfitting chastisement. Perhaps his deed did not deserve honorable mention, but to act as though he commited a misdeed seems quite inappropriate. Though, since this reaction has happened with all the dwarves they've met so far, he decides not to interfere, and dub it as a traditional trait of their race...
Hegnus looks at Aramil, puzzled, and asks, "Pay?"
"He thought that he would get more rewards from you. But I'll go explain to him that bringing him back from the dead is not cheap. You won't have to worry about that."
*Aramil nods to Hegnus then drinks some more of his ale and sits back and relaxes, waiting for Hegnus to speak. Noticing that Hegnus is still looking like Aramil did something wrong. He speaks up.
[Dwarven]"I know that I was supposed ter kill the durned monster, but it wasn't my fault that Ulerian jumped in after the monster, I was still unconsious afore I could prevent him. What do ye want me ter do? Now I'm sorry fer getting mad at you, but ye aren't the first dwarf ter do this. I'm already paying back the priests that broght Ulerian back, would ye have prefered if he was still dead? I am sorry, there was nothing I could do ter prevent that."[/Dwarven]
*Aramil slumps back into his chair after he drains the rest of his mug of ale, he waits for Hegnus to respond to what he just said, hopefully he will see that it wasn't Aramil's fault, or at least reason with him.
Originally posted by Kywyn
"Shady Tree," Kywyn repeats as he writes it down.
"Seem like a good start, Brodda?"
Kywyn thinks to himself about ways they should be cautious around potentially infected areas. It would do no good if either of them got infected.
"Airborne... so if there's a danger maybe we should have something to cover our nose and mouth at least."
Brodda nods her appreciation to the Bellthistles.
"Thank yeh forr the help. We'll be headin' forr the Shady Trree noow teh get t'the bottom o'this."
She heads with Kywyn in the direction of the Shady Tree, looking suspiciously at the air about her, as if she might catch a glimpse of the contaminant.
"Aye, we shoould use whateverr prrotection we can.
.oO(Hm. Ah've neverr been dainty enoough teh carry arround a handkerrchiff... let's see... ahhh, the corrnerr of meh cloak shoould do just fine.)
She takes hold of a part of her light cloak and uses it to cover her nose and mouth. She looks to Kywyn to see if he's found something suitable as they head for the Shady Tree.
"I could use my sleeve to cover up. Wetting the cloth might help as well, I believe," he says as he walks alongside her, "If we had some handkerchiefs and some string, we could rig up some sort of masks."
"Though we'll attract attention covering our faces all the time, I think."
When they reach the Shady Tree, Kywyn opens the door for Brodda to enter. He eyes the establishment, paying attention for any signs of sick patrons.
On one side of the room some halfling youths and a young dwarf are playing darts.
She takes a step to the side and looks around in silence, studying the place.
She sees the kids playing to the side. With another glance around, no one appears to be ill, so she drops her cloak.
"If the infection is starrtin' herre, Ah knoow it's likely not teh be shoowin' until afterr folks leave. On the otherr hand, no one's likely teh be talkin' to us if we'rre walkin' arround with ourr faces coverred."
She puts on her friendly smile and heads to the small group of kids and just watches for a while.
He nods to Brodda and keeps his normal, neutral demeanor.
Taking in the scene, he watches the room and looks to the counter for the possible owner or bartender.
"Suppose we should find a seat or order a drink?" he says quietly.
Kywyn follows toward the young dwarf but maintains a comfortable distance. While Brodda watches the group, Kywyn checks for a free dartboard to try.
Originally posted by Aramil Dunskar
[Dwarven]"I know that I was supposed ter kill the durned monster, but it wasn't my fault that Ulerian jumped in after the monster, I was still unconsious afore I could prevent him. What do ye want me ter do? Now I'm sorry fer getting mad at you, but ye aren't the first dwarf ter do this. I'm already paying back the priests that broght Ulerian back, would ye have prefered if he was still dead? I am sorry, there was nothing I could do ter prevent that."[/Dwarven]
*Aramil slumps back into his chair after he drains the rest of his mug of ale, he waits for Hegnus to respond to what he just said, hopefully he will see that it wasn't Aramil's fault, or at least reason with him.
Boirin nods agreeing with Aramil.
[dwarven]"Aramil's right, it wasn't his fault that he fell unconcious, it was mine. I was the one who couldn't get him out of the water fast enough. If I had he would have been able to take the beast. And anyways if it weren't for Aramil, Ulerian would never of killed the thing. He really beat seven kinds of snot out of it before he passed out. I don't think we could have ever taken it on if it weren't for him."[/dwarven]
Boirin looks around realising this is the first thing he has said here.
Hegnus looks a bit uncomfortable. "'s just, we like to keep dwarf matters among dwarves."
[dwarven]"I may not look it, but I am a dwarf. I have a clan. I have a father. I've helped to find seams in the mountains. I've faught a few orcs in my time too, so you can't say I'm not a dwarf now, even though I wasn't born to it. Ulerian and Tagg came with us 'cause I know them and I told Aramil they knew their stuff! This was a dwarven matter finished by dwarves and the friends of dwarves!"
[dwarven]"I know this was a dwarven matter from the beginning, ye practically told me so when ye asked me ter take the job. Now ye didn't know that this would happen, how could ye? The matter is that we have completed the task, it may not have been ter yer likings, and some of it was not to my likings, but that we shall save for another day. But we must stop arguing like this, its childish! I say we that since we should be done talking that we go out and pay a rousing game of Dwarven Bowling. What do ye say Hegnus?"
.oO(There that should work.... hopefully..... )
"Ye were raised in a clan, then?"
Boirin follows to the bowling field remembering his last bowling match and how badly his team lost.
Originally posted by kneyejailb
Tyros nods. "And if he is not in that one, we can dig Niges pit."
Tyros puts his hand on Niges shoulder, and Nige grins.
"Donna worry, we'll catch 'im."
.oO(If he isnt in here... he's out on the streets... and some one will ge thurt.)
Brand scrunches down and beins making his way through the tunnel listening for the drippin of water, and anything else.
He watches as the torch light dances on the tunnel walls casting all manner of interesting shadows.
.oO(Dont get distracted!)
Heh, we will find him, and catch him. Brand says somehwat confidently.
A small furry face peeks through the shutters and ducks back. Thudding feet herald the arrival of someone to the door, and it swings open. A young human boy stares at Aramil.
Hullo, Master Dwarf. Are you a tinker?
"A tinker eh? No I'm not a tinker, but I can fix things, or create things if they fit into my specialties. Anyways, I'm not here ter ask you ter buy something, but I was wondering if Mirrelle lives here. Tell her that Aramil Dunskar is here and requests her assistance."
*With that Aramil bows and waits for a reply.
Mirielle walks out from the kitchen, patting the boy on the shoulder, and he runs back to his chores.
Oh, Aramil... Dunskar, correct? Aria's assistant? Come in, please.
Gesturing him into the house, she stands back, opening the door further.
Perry seems to think you're here as a customer...
"Aye, I'm Aria's apprentice, although I would like ter think of meself as a master craftsman, Aria has not been around fer a while, and well my skills have improved a great amount. Anyways, Perry was right, I am a customer."
*Aramil pulls out his axe in a non offenisve way and shows it to Mirrelle.
"I was told by Volos, that ye would be able ter enchant this axe ter make it more powerful. I heard that ye were very good at yer trait, and a master of the arcane arts. That is why I can ter ye."
She takes the axe from Aramil, using her apron to avoid getting her fingerprints on the metal, and walks to a window, where she examines the weapon carefully.
Hmm... This is a fine piece. In order for a weapon or piece of armor to withstand the stresses of containing the energies of an enchantment, it must be of the finest craftsmanship. Otherwise, the energy will simply spin away from it.
I'd say this axe would manage just fine. Who made it?
"I told ye my skills improved greatly. That is my work of art so ter say. It took me a while ter make it but none the less the time spent was worth it."
*Aramil smiles again and waits for Mirrelle's reply.
An initial permanent enchantment carries a fee of two thousand gold.
...Do you make armor, Master Dunskar?
"Aye, I can craft armor, and as ye can see I can also craft weapons, why do ye bring this up though?"
.oO(Wow, I thougth this would have costed more, but I've got enough money ter pay fer it!)
I've read that some armor can be made of a light and strong metal that is not so restrictive as most. You may have noticed that mages rarely wear armor. We need freedom of movement to cast our spells, or they can go awry.
Do you think you could do that? Make a chain shirt of that special metal, one as finely crafted as this axe?
Mirielle watches Aramil carefully as she waits for his reply.
"Aye, I know of a material that I could make yer chain shirt, though it would not be easy. Its called Mythril, me and me kin like ter use it fer special armor, its rare and not a common material to come by. So its going to cost a lot more then normal armor. Lemme think how much I can sell it ter ye fer."
*Aramil takes a moment to do some calculations in his head then he finally comes to a conclusion about how much he can sell the armor for.
"Well its going ter cost me around 1,110 gp for the lot of it. That covers transporataion, raw materials, and the creation of it. What do ye say?"
That would leave you owing me 890 gold. Did you include your fee for the crafting of it?
I can have your axe ready in two days, how long will the chain shirt require?
"Aye, I covered that, 2 days eh? Thats great! Heh well sadly I won't be able ter create it in 2 days, I could have it fer ye in about 6 weeks or so, but as a bonus to ye I'll buy the raw materials, so ye won't have to owe me as much. Sounds good? So I think all in all I owe ye 900 gp just and ye owe me nothing."
Well, I won't expect you to do without your axe for six weeks. You're in good standing with the Silver Sword, so come back on the third day from today and it will be ready.
She winks at him, adding, If you die before my chain is ready, I'll just go to your parents for it!
"Aye, tis true, its a long time, but trust me it will be worth it. If ye don't mind commin down ter the guild tomorrow, I'll need to erm... get yer size, so ter say, so ye fit in the armor. Heh, sorry if I'm sounding wierd, but theres no other way ter say it I guess. Well if ye can that would be nice, ah, but if ye can't I can wait an extra day, but I would like ter get working on it as soon as I can. Sound good?"
I quite understand. How about now? I'm going to need to pick up some supplies for the enchantment, anyway.
She excuses herself and puts the axe away, gathering a hundred gold for her spellcasting needs.
Originally posted by Brand
.oO(If he isnt in here... he's out on the streets... and some one will ge thurt.)
Brand scrunches down and beins making his way through the tunnel listening for the drippin of water, and anything else.
He watches as the torch light dances on the tunnel walls casting all manner of interesting shadows.
.oO(Dont get distracted!)
Heh, we will find him, and catch him. Brand says somehwat confidently.
Nige grins, as does Tyros. They follow Brand down thew tunnel, Tyros in the rear guard, arrow nocked on the bow string, and Nige between the two bigger men, his sword drawn and dragging in the dirt.
Brand reaches the part of the tunnel where he gave up last time, and this time Tyros points at the ceiling. What is that?"
Brand follows Tyros finger, but fails to see what the elf is talking about. Tyros points harder. "There, the wooden dirt part. It looks too flat to be the roots of a tree, but things are strange here in the city?"
Looking closer, Brand can barely make out a flat part of thew roof, mud covered, by definetly wooden.
Brand trails off as he realises what he is looking at. He looks at it a bit more then it hits him.
Ok thats not right.... stay sharp, some one put that.. er roof, in so some one must be down here.
He says as he switches his torch to his left hand and draws his sap and grips I firmly with his right hand as he makes his way cautiously down the tunnel.
It's another panel like the ones on the roof, but this one is on the wall. A more careful look at it reveals hinges on the side. Nige squeals out. "It is a secret tonnel ta a candy factory!"
Tyros looks excited by this news.
Brand says to Nige in a low voice.
.oO(Ok... its a door.. it opens towards me... so bashingit downwill hurt alot. must look for a handle some place opposite of hinges.)
Brand looks around the door in earch of a handle. If none can be found he will try to remove the bolts from the hinges so he can just pull the door away.
.oO(Well at least im not trying to run through it yet.)
Definately a door, and I'm not sure if its a candy factory that it leads to so don't get your hpes up Nige. Brand says while looking at the door.
Brand stoops real low to see if there is a gap under the door that he could use to possibly pull the door open by.
.oO(I really dont want to have to break down this door.. its becoming habitual.... yeah I can hear it now Brand Ravenkin Doorbane! not door in the city is safe!)
Brand pushes his silly thoughts aside and concentrates onthe task at hand once more.
Brand stashes his sap, and tries to get any kind of grip on the slit in the door.
Be ready, if i can get this opened I'm gonna be unarmed for a bit, heh I'm large enough to give you two some form of cover I suppose but still be ready.
Brand says as he jams his right hand into the slit and pulls at the door best he can.
He then leaves the establishment, picking up Brie from the stables, and then first makes his way to Nobody's to bring the donkey home and see how things have been going.
{+Nobody's}
Aim with thrown objects was never something he was exceptional at, though Kywyn does have a sense of nimbleness in his hands. He rolls the shaft of the dart between his fingers before flinging from a distance not too far away.
Originally posted by Mirielle
Miri grins and chuckles.
I quite understand. How about now? I'm going to need to pick up some supplies for the enchantment, anyway.
She excuses herself and puts the axe away, gathering a hundred gold for her spellcasting needs.
*Aramil thinks about it a moment, then he nods his head and smiles.
"Aye, I've got some time ter spare, so yes lets go to the SSAG afore ye get yer stuff, that way ye can start right away after ye get yer stuff. I'll lead the way, thanks again."
*Aramil bows to Mirrelle and then he heads off into the streats taking his time makeing sure that he doesn't lose Mirrelle, although she can probably find it by herself, she does belong to the guild....
.oO(It feels kinda wierd without me axe... meh oh well I still got me bow and hammer.)
One of the youths at the next board raises his mug in Kywyn's direction, "Oy! I'll play you for prize of ten silvers!"
"Hmm..."
Hearing the youngster, Kywyn turns as he crouches to retrieve his projectile, "Northern front rules? I'm afraid I only know one way to play."
He tries throwing again, not particularly concerned where he misses.
---
(Bluff +8)
The halfling swaggers over, darts in his hand. Kywyn's dart juts from the target, as near to the outer edge as it can be while still resting within the ring.
"I'm Dorille Bristleborn."
He starts to offer his hand to shake, then realizes he has no free hand, being occupied by darts and ale.
.oO(Soo much forr stayin' in the shadows, sweetie.):D
She watches from nearby.
Originally posted by Brand
.oO(Well thats better then nothing, its going to be a close thing though since I have to free up one hand.)
Brand stashes his sap, and tries to get any kind of grip on the slit in the door.
Be ready, if i can get this opened I'm gonna be unarmed for a bit, heh I'm large enough to give you two some form of cover I suppose but still be ready.
Brand says as he jams his right hand into the slit and pulls at the door best he can.
Brands fingers are too big to fit in the slot.
Tyros aims his bow at the door ready to fire as soon as the enemy is spotted, Nige raises his sword and readies to rush into action.
Brand draws his hand back after mashing his fingers into the door only to find they are too big to fit the slit.
.oO(Hmm... Nige's hand may fit, but I don't want him up front for this. What else is left to do other then to break it down, or knock...)
Hmm... that may just work... Brand says under his breath.
Nige, come up here real quick, I want you to see if your hand will fit in this slit in the door. Mine is too big and I can't open it.
I just want you to try to open it a little, just enough for me to open it all the way, okay?
Brand says as he squeezes himself to the side to switch places with Nige real quik.
The halflings torch passes Brand's head a little too close for comfort as he does so.
.oO(Is that burning hair I smell? ... I hope not...)
He yanks the door wide open.
Nige step back, I'll go in and tell you if there is any candy, just stay here with Tyros.
Brand says as the hafling pulls the door all the way open.
.oO(How did I know he would do that.....)
Brand holds his dagger ready to throw untill he can make his way past Nige.
"Dorille. I'm Kywyn."
Kywyn retireves his dart.
"So how does this work exactly? Three throws and just add up the points?"
"I think you might have to give me odds... I've seen and heard too much about the halflings' aim," he says in an affable fashion.
The halfling crawls back to stand next to Tyros and whispers something about sugar to the elf. The elf grins.
.oO(Well... whatever we find down here should prove interesting enough.)
Everyone laughs at that except for Hank, who grumbles into his mug.
"Eh, I'll spot you two points, how's that?"
She turns to see the dour dwarf and smiles.
.oO(That woould be meh task while Kywyn kees the kids busy.)
She goes to the bar and orders a drink, setting coins on the countertop before heading over to the dwarf.
She adjusts her demeanor to look less cheerful and more like her prospective companion. Sitting beside him, but not too near, she grumbles, not unlike him.
"Kind of an odd place forr a dwarrf, eh?"
She doesn't give him direct eye contact, watching the halflings play with Kywyn -- but keeps the fellow in her peripheral view.
He holds his hand up in a welcoming gesture, inviting Dorille to go first.
Ten naked halflings stare at the big man that has just burst through the wall of their bathhouse.
"Get out of here!"
"Someone call the guards!"
"Ah! I'm naked!"
"Pervert!"
The halflings recover quicker then the human and scramble to find towels as they scurry out of the tub. Behind him, Brand's companians also react quicker.
"Whose Naked?"
"Oi wanna see!"
Nige starts to squeeze past Brand, Tyros not far behind him.
tap-tap-tap
oO. (How there be balence without equality? Some damn fatcat can sit in his jeweled halls, drinking from gold goblets and listening to elven minstrills while an honest worker can spend hours mucking stables for mere silvers..)
The young man finds himself with a bitter taste in his mouth, his spits. Drawing confused glances from other pedestrians. A sudden boulder in the normal flow of daily life. His walking stick hits the ground with more force than before as well as at an increased tempo. His walking takes on a frenzied gait.
Tap-Ta-Tap-Ta-Tap-Ta-Tap.
He eventually forgets tapping the can and begins to jog. The jog transforms to a run. Then to an all out sprint. He runs and runs and runs, legs lunging into larger and larger strides. His hair becomes plastered to his head and his shirt is sticking to him under the arms and across the torso.
Oh my! I'm Sorry! Brand says quickly lowering his eyes to the ground and hurrying his way back through the door.
Nige, do NOT go in there. Brand says sternly as he tries to block the halflings path through the door with his body, as he tries to close it on his way out.
Tyros don't worry about who is naked it doesnt matter we need to leave, now. Brand says to the elf motioning down the tunnel with his torch.
When brand gets back through the door he shuts it behind himself and sits for a minute with his back to the door, holding it shut for the moment.
.oO(I do not like this at all. fist we chase him to the courtyard with this bath house. Then I find a house in the slums with a system of under ground tunnels, one leading to an alley near the market square, and another leading to the same bath house.. unless this city have mor ethen one halfling bath house. There has to be a connection with this Halftuck and this place. I just have to prove it.)
Quickly back up the tunnl to the house, I want to clear my head and stand up straight once more. That and I don't want to be found down here like this. he says trying to get the others started moving back downthe tunnel.
.oO(Bad day, bad day...)
"You throw all three darts an' we tally the points, an' after we've each done that three times we add all the points up."
He demonstrates, hitting the two outermost rings and the wall. His companions jeer, accusing him of 'throwing' the contest, not the darts.
Hank grunts and shrugs at Brodda's comment. They're not so bad.
"Do you guys play this game a lot?" he asks as he makes his first three shots.
"We play teams, but our fourth, Jerrod, he hasn't shown up yet tonight. We're gonna hafta make Hank play instead of keep score if he doesn't show soon.
Hey, Hank, Longshanks here just gets the two points I spotted 'im. I get three."
I know.
"Great guy, that Hank, always jokin'."
"Any other rules to this game? Do you guys shout to distract each other or bring lucky rabbit's feet to help out?" Kywyn queries.
Hearing the name of the sick halfling boy, Kywyn nods slightly.
"Lots to do in the city for a pack of boys?"
A chorus of jeers greets the moldy old joke, and Dorille thumbs his nose at his friends.
"Jerrod, now, he'll fall for any old scam. Like --"
Dorille stops talking, and busies himself with his throws. His focus must be better, as he hits the bullseye and two rings, for a total of eleven points.
He lines up for his second go.
"Like what?" Kywyn probes.
Dorille shoots a nervous glance at Kywyn, as though seeing and appraising him for the first time.
"You ain't one of them Hightower fellas, are ye?"
Two more darts land in the wall, but Kywyn manages to strike the four-point ring.
"Why would that matter?"
Dorille sinks a dart into the wall.
"She says they're out to hog all the magic."
The bullseye sprouts a dart.
"But she's got that magic powder, and I guess Jerrod said the inc-- incan-tation wrong, cause it worked when she showed it to the crowd--"
A dart lands in the two-ring.
"--but when he tried it later, it didn't. O' course, he sneezed most of it all over.
Seven points for me, Hank!"
"Damn," he feigns interest in the game.
"Yeah, got to be careful around the wizardly types."
"Did the doctor sell the stuff somewhere?" Kywyn takes his time, delaying the end of the match, "What was the magic powder supposed to do? Sounds like neat stuff."
Hogwash.
"Aw, Hank, you saw it just like we did."
Still hogwash.
Kywyn's dart lands in the three-ring.
Counting up the points, Kywyn tilts his head as he throws his second last dart.
"I think you've got me beat," he says to Dorille neutrally.
He looks to his remaining dart and then at Dorille's dart sticking in the bullseye. Kywyn sticks his hand into the side pocket of his bag to withdraw ten silvers and places them on the table.
"I don't believe magic is all glows and powders, though... and it isn't limited to wizards and doctors. Can’t automatically believe everything you see and are told. Otherwise your vision gets colored," he says softly.
“Like this…” Kywyn considers as he reaches into his satchel to pull out a vial of translucent blue ink.
He peers through it for a moment, the room tints to azure in his eyes. Looking at the target, he perceives the paths of future probability and fate almost quivering in the atmosphere. He drops the vial back into his bag and stares at the butt of the dart protruding from the bullseye.
”I can feel you falling…” his intent whisper resonates out.
With his final dart in hand, Kywyn makes a wave in the air and lets his sight pick up on the proper routes to follow. He throws along the lines, aiming to stick a last dart right into the end of the one currently residing in the bullseye.
Regardless of the outcome, Kywyn’s back is turned to the board already, “Where could we find this Doctor?”
---
[cast true strike]
The other halflings draw closer, and Hank frowns, eyes narrowed.
"Um," says Dorille, "She's got her gig set up in the warehouse district near the Upper West gate. Doctor Ilona Lovelace."
"Upper West, thanks. You guys might want to be more careful around people who sell enchantments like that," Kywyn states quietly, "The cost is usually just a small part of the price."
Kywyn tries to keep the halflings’ interest to give Brodda a chance to speak with Hank. That one Kywyn doubts he could impress.
.oO(Which is likely teh happen. We've got teh go back oout afterr Herrmy Seniorr beforre too long, and injustice dooesn't rrest just because Brrodda is oout of toown.)
To Hank, she picks up the conversation. Her demeanor lightens up as she drops the pretense at grumbliness.
"Ah've not seen many dwarrven childrren herre in toown. We arren't much forr minglin' with otherr folk. Ah see yeh've made frriends, thoough."
She finishes her drink and sets the mug on the table.
.oO(Ah'm currious what drrew yeh'rre folks herre -- what pull was strrrong enoough that they decided teh rraise yeh herre among strrangerrs, rratherr than safely underr theirr mountain with yeh'rre clan.)
Hank drains his mug.
Lively lot, halflings. I guess I'll miss 'em.
Originally posted by Brand
Quickly back up the tunnl to the house, I want to clear my head and stand up straight once more. That and I don't want to be found down here like this. he says trying to get the others started moving back downthe tunnel.
.oO(Bad day, bad day...)
Brand has to prod Tyros to get him moving, and Nige needs to be dragged screaming. "Oi dunna wanna go, Oi wanna see!"
As they make their way down the tunnel, Niges tone changes. "Loik, they wanna be seen too, 'ere they coime. We should wait fer them."
Glancing back, Brand can see a torchlight in the distance.
"Mind if we use some of your winnings to buy some drinks?" he asks Dorille.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
Yep. Even if they can't pronounce a simple dwarven name.
Hank drains his mug.
Lively lot, halflings. I guess I'll miss 'em.
Brodda smiles.
"Ah was wonderrrin' aboout that. What /is/ yeh'rre Dwarrven na..."
"Miss 'em? Arre yeh gooin' soomewherre?"
"Easy come, easy go..."
Hank the Angry Dwarf stands and bows formally to Brodda before plopping back into his chair.
Hangarth Fiercebeard atyerservice.
"Nah, Hank, we told'ja ya can't go back to them caves!"
Hank (or Hangarth,) glowers halfheartedly at his halfling friends, and shrugs.
Gotta. Me folks're 'bout done with their time here, an' they get to go home, an' I'm s'posed ta go too an' learn ta be a 'proper dwarf.'
.oO(Ah used teh hearr the clan's kids back home complain aboout the same thing. 'Mama says I have to start behaving like a proper dwarf. I dunno what that means, but it doesn't sound fun!' Heh heh.)
She sighs lightly, remembering 'her' kids back home.
"Whateverr it means teh be a prroperr dwarrf, Hangarrth, doon't ferrget teh be trrrue teh yeh'rreself. If'n yeh arren't happy with who yeh arre, not much else matterrs, eh lad?"
Removing her recorder from its loops at her waist, she plays a gently merry tune to lift young Hangarth's spirits. When she finishes, she gives him a wink.
"Therre yeh go, lad. An orriginal piece, crreated just forr you. Goodbye noow. Listen t'yeh'rre foolks, be a good lad, and be trrue t'yeh'rreself."
With that she stands, takes a bow, gives him another wink, then heads for the door with a dramatic swish of her cape.
.oO(Great... not them again...)
No, they don't want to be seen. Those are guards from the bath house. We do not want them to catch us. So lets get moving. Brand says forcibly to both Nige and Tyros.
When we get back to the stairs to the house Tyros I want you to take Nige out of here and back to the Silver Sword Guild house. I'll keep the guards occupied, no, I won't hurt them. I'll talk to them.
Just get Nige back to Volos, this isnt the place for him right now.
Brand says to the elf.
Nige, listen you have to go back to the guild, thats the bottom line. Whether you like it or not, I promised to keep you out of harms way. Brand says sternly to Nige before he can start to protest.
Brand turns to face the growling torchlight. He looks over his shoulder to see the others not moving.
Tyros, get him out of here, now. He says as he snuffs out his torch.
Leave now or I'll put out the other torch and let it get dark again.
She walks slowly, glancing into the park for any hint of the temple deity.
(If that place belongs to Agathalos, I'll have to pay a visit sometime soon. Forgive me, Thalos, for not seeming more eager.)Oo.
She lowers her eyes and hurries on past, taking little notice of her surroundings, even as the building conditions fall from grand estates to more modest apartments. Similarly, the apparel on the passersby shifts slowly from rich and extravagant to more practical plainclothes. Esmet only nods at the strangers, though her silent plea is:
.oO(Please, show me to an inn!)
Again weary, Esmet searches both sides of the street for an inn and finds instead a park. She collapses with a sigh of relief beneath a shady tree. For some time, she only listens to the gusts of wind rattling the branches above her, carrying with it tatters of street conversation. Briefly, she hears squeals and accompanying footfalls.
(Maybe I should have chosen a smaller place to live.)Oo. she thinks idly, watching the children chase each other down the street. .oO(But then, we don't want to go back to that. Everybody in everyone else's business like that. It's easier to be alone in a city like this.)
(I can't go back anyway.)Oo. she thinks and lays her head on her arms. .oO(Not for a while.)
"Must be off.”
He slings the strap of his bag over his shoulder and walks after Brodda.
Once at the door, he says to her, "We're heading toward the Upper West gate, I'm guessing?"
"Sounds like a promising lead. Do you get the feeling it could be intent to harm or just carelessness with Lovelace?"
With the new information, Kywyn's mind starts feeling for sensible possibilities and contingency plans, trying to stay aware of his surroundings. Paranoid perhaps, but he does not want any unneeded risk.
"If there's a dangerous powder, I think it'd be best if we stop a pick up a pair of handkerchiefs and something to fasten them. Or maybe just a square of cloth that could be tied as a bandana."
Once outside and moving, Kywyn looks for a vendor or store that might hold such items.
"Sorry forr dashin' in such a mannerr. Ah get a bit too drramatic forr meh oown good sometimes. Heh heh."
She looks up at the sky thoughtfully, humming softly, judging time as well as settling the new information into her head in a reasonable order. Then she looks at Kywyn, her face grim.
"Aye, let's find ourrselves soome prrotection. It woouldn'a do teh have the herrroes fall in the face of dangerr. Then we'll go and stop this."
"Ah doon't knoow much aboout magical plants, powderrs, orr potions. Meh oown magic is doone withoout all that. Ah am hoopin' that its all a big mistake. But ah'm not hooldin' meh brreath."
She heads off with Kywyn.
"If it is more than just a mistake, the Doctor could be more than just a street magician," Kywyn confers quietly with Brodda.
"Do you think some quiet prying is best first, or just knocking on her door to talk?... Or perhaps both. While you've been looking into this, have you had a cover story or needed one?" he asks, genuinely curious.
It is not often Kywyn has the chance to inquire, as he more often finds himself on the opposite side of the investigative match.
"Depends on the situation. In this case, Ah thought soome snoopin' arround teh starrt with might be advantageous. Yeh doon't mind keepin' t'the shadows, do yeh?"
She turns her head to look at him, a smirk on her face.
(Time to go,)Oo. she thinks and carefully stands. .oO(Can't just sit there, hoping time will forget.)
It is a short distance to a small store across the street, but the store seems dark inside, and no one responds to her knock. With a sigh, Esmet continues down the road.
Finally, a passerby directs her down the street to her left to an inn called the Blue Pumpkin.
With Ixchal running up and down and all around and Miri occupied upstairs, Gamis brings his boots, shield, and armor to the table on the ground floor, a small bucket of water, a rag, and his polishing paraphernalia. Between mud and scorpion ichor and venom, his mail is a streaked mess. The rag is dipped and the excess water wrung out, then Gamis begins scrubbing. It comes off easily enough, but the smell of the poison--hard to place if it's bitter or vinegary--is unpleasant and the paladin finds his nose wrinkling as he hastens to rinse the rag after it picks up enough of the scent. Miri's familiar comes to "help" during odd moments before losing interest and dashing off to do something else.
With his armor finally cleaned and dried off, Gamis disposes of the water and sets to work giving the whole pile of mail a decent polish. Armor and shield gleaming good as new (if not better,) and boots cleaned and oiled, he puts them away and takes a seat on the couch, where he picks up the note slipped under the door by Kywyn to be re-read.
Gamis,
I had an interesting encounter with a troubled elf calling himself Kai. He seems to have plans that involve revenge against you for some reason. Seek me out if you wish to hear more.
-Kywyn
He re-folds the paper and places it in his pocket and leans farther back on the sofa, fingers laced together over his stomach.
.oO(Anaya failed to find him and help him? At least he's still alive...) The thought makes him get up and go to the window after a moment as he imagines the scarfed, hooded elf lurking in the shadows beside a keg in an alley somewhere. His left hand flexes, fingertips sliding over its heel, inches away from the hilt of his dagger where it rides on the inside of his wrist, and he tries to imagine Marina, the Demmionite he lays blame on for whatever Kai has gotten himself into... It makes him pause when he can't recall her face, it's been so long since the single occasion he met her on.
(Kai, what did she do to you?)Oo. he wonders. (What did you let her do to you?)Oo. he can't help but add, honestly... Can give the devil only her due; anything more is to ignore the foolishness mortals possess and the messes they get themselves into.
Pfaebinn sighs and turns away from the window and tries to wipe the solemness off his person like the mud from his armor. However, he resolves to make a point of looking up Kywyn and talking about this...
Originally posted by Brand
Glancing down the tunnel at the approaching light Brand realizes it must be the guards from the bath house.
............
Nige, listen you have to go back to the guild, thats the bottom line. Whether you like it or not, I promised to keep you out of harms way. Brand says sternly to Nige before he can start to protest.
Brand turns to face the growling torchlight. He looks over his shoulder to see the others not moving.
Tyros, get him out of here, now. He says as he snuffs out his torch.
Leave now or I'll put out the other torch and let it get dark again.
"But Oi wanna be a 'ero too." Nige declares. Tyros grabs hold of the halfling and starts to drag him down the tunnel.
"I'll be back as soon as Nige is safe." Tyros says as he pulls the squirming boy away.
As his companians torchlight gets dimmer as they head away, the approaching torchlight gets bigger. Brand can see two beefy, shirtless halflings armed with clubs coming towards him.
"Just stay where you are, and it'll go easier for you."
Brand stands in the tunnel best he can to take up as much space as possible.
I don't intend to move. There has been a misunderstanding and I want to clear it up before some one gets hurt.
As a show of good faith Brand puts away the dagger he had inhis hand and keeps his hands down at his sides palms facing the two halflings.
I was following this tunnel in search of some one. I did not realise that door led to the bath house, which is why I left as soon as I found out.
I realise I upset a few of your customers by doing that and I apologize.
Originally posted by Brodda
As Brodda looks the various fabrics over, looking for a color that will match her eyes, she answers Kywyn with a shrug.
"Depends on the situation. In this case, Ah thought soome snoopin' arround teh starrt with might be advantageous. Yeh doon't mind keepin' t'the shadows, do yeh?"
She turns her head to look at him, a smirk on her face.
"No, shadows aren't a problem," Kywyn meets her gaze.
"Though I only have so much practice at 'snooping'. A backup in case we are found out wouldn't be a bad thing to have."
From the stand in front of the cloth store, Kywyn picks out a basic black square that is wide enough to be tied around his head.
"You seem to have made a habit of having misunderstandings at our place."
"What is this, the third time we've caught you trying to sneak a peak?"
"Stick with your own kind. It's for halflings only."
"We catch you anywhere near the bathhouse again..."
One of them smacks his club against his hand.
Originally posted by Kywyn
"No, shadows aren't a problem," Kywyn meets her gaze.
"Though I only have so much practice at 'snooping'. A backup in case we are found out wouldn't be a bad thing to have."
From the stand in front of the cloth store, Kywyn picks out a basic black square that is wide enough to be tied around his head.
Brodda chuckles gently as she spots an emerald green cloth.
"Ah, that shoould do nicely."
She pays the cloth merchant for both pieces and heads with Kywyn for the warehouse district.
"A backup, eh? Ah can't say Ah've everr had one."
She sinks into a quiet thoughtfulness as they walk, her face growing darker as she thinks about the danger presented by this Doctor Lovelace.
"We have a look arroound, see if therre's anythin' interrestin'. If not, Ah rreporrt back t'the Temple, find oout who this otherr victim of the feverr is. Go frrom therre."
She turns a grin to him.
"And therre's always morre spyin' that can be doone."
He walks with her through the streets, toward the warehouse district.
"Right, just a first look would be smart."
"And posing as potential customers looking for some magic powder we heard about is an option too if we want to see Lovelace in person."
He thinks for a moment about what they might find and grows quiet again as they proceed.
oO. ( It isn't fair.... There is a balance in the imbalance....)
The young theif looks up to see the sign for an inn. 'The Blue Pumpkin.' (This is where I got kicked out of for asking too many questions. What I need tonight is a place where nobody asks.).oO
He enters the inn with an exhausted sigh.
Originally posted by kneyejailb
The two halflings don't lower their weapons as they look Brand over.
"You seem to have made a habit of having misunderstandings at our place."
"What is this, the third time we've caught you trying to sneak a peak?"
"Stick with your own kind. It's for halflings only."
"We catch you anywhere near the bathhouse again..."
One of them smacks his club against his hand.
Brand holds up his hands in a minorly defensive manner.
Hey, I am not trying to 'sneak a peek' at anything. As you can probably tell I'm not really the sneaking type. I followed a halfling mugger, reffered to around town as an 'alftuck, to your place . That was the first and only time I've run into the two of you.
This time I was following this tunnel, wich is one of three, from under a house in the slums. What kind of a bath house has a passage that is opened from inside the bath house that leads thorugh a dirty sewer into the slums. Defeats the purpose of the bathhouse doesnt it?
Brand says as he eyes the halfling smackinghis hand with his club.
All I'm saying is that I was not trying to sneak a peek or mess up business, but from what have gathered there is something going on at that place. Whether you or anyone else there knows it.
Oh, and if you are planning on using that, go ahead already, idle threats bore me.
Brand says pointing to the club.
If I were you I would seriously ask the owner why they have a door in that wall in the first place. Brand says before finally stoping to take a few breaths.
"And if you know what's good for you, you 'll forget you've seen them."
Oh really? And why is that exactly?
I wonder if the city guard would be interested in knowing these tunnels are here. Brand says in an off handed manner.
If there is no other reason for me to forget them beside your threats of violence, then you are sorely out of luck. Brand shakes his head a little bit and smiles a bit.
You see, I wasn't alone down here, there are others that know of these tunnels. So even if something unfortunate happens to me they will still know. He says with a smile.
.oO(Ok so are you TRYING to get them to beat the tar out of you or what?. Keep antagonising the halflings with clubs thats the ticket. I can't help it this bath house has something they dont want found out. I don't know what it is but these tunnels are a part of it. ... Don't care! Get out of here with yourself in a non-mush like form then worry abou tthe tunnels!)
Her arms full of purchases, Mirielle juggles the door open, then kicks it shut with her foot.
Perry trots out from the kitchen, a smear of flour down his apron, and a glow of pride about him. Mistress Miri! I made dinner for us all!
The smile freezes on Miri's face and she swallows. Did you, Perry... ah, what, exactly, did you make...?
Potato pie! I made the pastry, and put potatoes and butter and some hambone scrapings in it, and put the dish in the oven!
.oO(This should be ... interesting.)
Thank you, Perry, that was very thoughtful of you. Perhaps next time you should talk it over first with me or Gamis, in case we had something already planned.
Leaving Perry to sweep up the spilled flour, she puts away her purchases, then investigates the potato pie and tries to guess when (and if,) it might be edible.
Perry grins proudly from where he is scraping a crucible.
Mistress Mirielle is upstairs and I made dinner!
All by himself... Mirielle adds, walking into the kitchen carrying an axe. As a surprise for us.
She gives Gamis a significant look before standing on tiptoe to kiss him.
"And what's that for?" he asks, nodding at the weapon.
Perhaps after we have the potato pie we'll go somewhere for a special treat...
Handing the axe to Gamis, she says, Take a look at it. Aria's dwarf made it. Aramil Dunskar -- you remember him? I'm enchanting it in exchange for a mithral chain shirt for myself.
You don't mind, I hope?
"A trade, huh? The coin wouldn't hurt us, but it sounds like a good exchange. How does he plan to get the mithral?"
Originally posted by Kywyn
"And posing as potential customers looking for some magic powder we heard about is an option too if we want to see Lovelace in person."
He thinks for a moment about what they might find and grows quiet again as they proceed.
Brodda muses over that thought as each step takes them closer to the upper west gate. Suddenly she chuckles.
"Yeh'd think bein' a barrd (and a darrned good one), makin' up storries woould come easy. Noo, meh strrong point is elaborratin' on the trruth -- especially if its a storry aboout love orr courrage."
She turns serious again, pondering what evil they are about to encounter.
"But it can be doone, if necessarrry. It's a good plan B."
How does he plan to get the mithral? Wouldn't he just buy it from an ore merchant?
Oh, and I did get a bit of coin up front for the deal.
"Let's hope it's not necessary," he glances to Brodda.
[whisper]"Doown therre... in the alley."[/whisper]
She grabs his hand and darts down the alley like the others.
Originally posted by Mirielle
Mirielle looks at Gamis in puzzlement.
How does he plan to get the mithral? Wouldn't he just buy it from an ore merchant?
Oh, and I did get a bit of coin up front for the deal.
"Ahh, okay. It's rare stuff. You can make wonderful things from it--consider my shield they gave me at the tournament--but it's not easy to come by, and expensive. Dad told me he's heard mithral veins are guarded like palaces. The city's big enough that Aramil might be able to find someone to buy it from after all, but...
"A good chainshirt will run you at least 200 in gold. And he's trading you a mithral one, and some coin, in exchange for the enchantment on this thing." He pats the face of the axe's bit.
"Slow down, where are you going?" he returns in a whisper.
I realize the mithral chain is particularly expensive, but ordinary armor interferes with my spellcasting too much to make it worthwhile to wear. And it would be so heavy I couldn't carry my own pack!
She moves to help Perry take the pie from the oven.
And eventually I'll be able to enchant it, as well.
"Smells pretty good," he says with a smile.
Kywyn follows behind Brodda to take a closer look.
---
[cast false life]
A wagon of the covered, 'traveling home' variety, it has been festooned with colored banners proclaiming it the "Doctor I. Lovelace Traveling Medecine Center". A human man is assuring the crowd that Doctor Lovelace's presentation will be commencing soon, as he peddles inexpensive rash ointments and good-luck charms.
"Unless you feel this would be a good time to take a look around."
Originally posted by Brand
You see, I wasn't alone down here, there are others that know of these tunnels. So even if something unfortunate happens to me they will still know. He says with a smile.
"Then they'll know what happens to people who don't know how to keep their mouths shut."
One of the halflings rushes at Brand swinging his club at the bounty hunters midsection. Even in these cramped quarters Brand is able to dodge out of it's path.
Iniative:
Halfling Bouncer 1: 16
Brand: 10
Halfling Bouncer 2: 7
Brand says as he dodges the swing of the halfling's club and his hand instinctively reaches for his long sword.
He stops himself from drawing the sword and instead draws his sap and holds it in his right hand.
.oO(Don't hurt them, just try to knock them out so you can leave, thats all you need to do)
Brand adjusts himself to get the best angle for his swing at the halfling that nearly hit him.
He lets go with a swing aimed at the head of the bouncer.
Draw sap, single attack on the bouncer who swung at me. +5 to hit with sap, +3 damage
The second halfling, tumbles past his companian, and then around Brand taking up a position behind him. His club lands solidily in Brands back. (2 points of damage)
"You should have left when you had the chance."
.oO(Bugger, now there is one behind me... maybe if i can get his pal down he will stop.)
Brand swings again at the halfling infront of him.
I don't want top hurt you two, but if you persist in this fight I will have to.
The halfling on the otherside of him, conects again, (2 damage) and Brand staggers forward slightly, giving the first halfling a chance to clip Brands leg with his club. (1 Damage)
.oO(Ok thats going to hurt later. )
Brand once more swings for the halfling in front of himself hoping to hit it once more.
Originally posted by Kywyn
"Looks like we can catch the show," Kywyn whispers.
"Unless you feel this would be a good time to take a look around."
"Why doon't yeh hang oout herre and watch the shoow, see what she dooes forr the crrowd. Ah'll sneak arround back and have a look frrom behind.", she returns in the same soft voice.
She hums softly, taking a bit of old fur from her pouch. She sprinkles it on herself then looks for a good opportunity to move to the back of the staging area.
[cast Cat's Grace]
“Be careful,” he murmurs under his breath.
He folds his arms behind his back while watching the customers flock around the wagon. Kywyn thinks to check the ointments and salves for poison, which his sight should allow him to see, but decides to hold off until a powder made its appearance. Though, he thinks to himself, there is no assurance that the powder would view as poison even if it is a source of contagion.
Kywyn’s gloved fingers rubs against each other behind his back. He could channel the darkness through his hands to replicate a malady in a victim, it came to him in a dream, but he has no idea about how to spot of treat someone who is afflicted seriously. Kywyn unexpectedly feels like a black spot, malignant and to be cut out, but shakes off the self-reproach to focus on the scene.
[to market place]
*He rests his back against a tree, and listens to the birds chirp, and he feels at peace*
Originally posted by Scheherazade
Brodda slides through the crowd, unnoticed, and makes her way around the wagon. The horses for the wagon are tethered there, with a meager scattering of cheap straw as a token bedding.
.oO(Ah'd best be carreful orr those horrses might just give meh away.)
She steps slowly towards the horses, smiling warmly, her hand held out in front of her, making eye contact.
.oO(Maybe if Ah shoow them Ah'm frriendly and doon't mean any harrm, they'll stay calm and quiet.)
The door at the back of the wagon opens, and a flamboyantly dressed woman swoops out, wearing an improbable hat and a rainbow-like cloak.
Arms held high, palms out, she steps onto the little stage set up on the other side of the wagon, as the crowd stirs in anticipation.
Hello, hello, welcome to you all!
I am Doctor Ilona Lovelace, medical genius, educated at the finest universities of far Karastay, world-traveled, and here today in beautiful, proud, Garic's City out of my sincere desire to bring you only the finest, most modern cures and salves for everything that ails you!
The crowd sighs with pleasure, eyes locked onto the speaker before them.
He marks the Doctor's movements well and waits to see what she has to offer. In his hand, his new bandana stays ready for use.
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
"Exactly why I was wondering where he planned to get some to work. I think it is a good idea, to be sure; I was just curious is all." He clears a spot for the pie and sets a trivot for the pie.
"Smells pretty good," he says with a smile.
After an interesting, but surprisingly not inedible, meal, Gamis and Mirielle spend a quiet evening discussing recent events. They retire for the evening, and Mirielle begins early the next day on her task of enchanting Aramil's axe.
Chunks of mineral are ground to a powder, then re-ground to an even finer consistency. Equipment is scrubbed until it is cleaner than Perry thought possible, and Mirielle maintains a tight focus on her task. Conversation is non-existent, and Perry wonders if she has lost her mind as she mutters strange words in a language he does not understand.
.oO(If noothin' else, Ah can wait until the shoow is overr and listen to theirr rrantin' overr the poor, doltish folk of this fine city. But if therre's a good "back doorr" in thrrough these coverrs, gettin' in, findin' prroof of evil intent, and gettin' oout woould be prreferrable.)
Originally posted by Tyros Elessar
[ooc: Could I know where is Tyros right now? Already at the Silverswords or is it still a while till he can get back to Brand's side?)
Tyros leads Nige back through the tunnel towards the basement room where they first entered. As he steps out of the tunnel,, he sees a blur out of the corner of his eye and feels something sharp sliding into his ribcage. (Tyros takes 8 points of damage)
"Iearyabeenlukinfirme. Wellyafineme."
The halftuck smirks and dances right in front of the ranger, blood dripping dagger held ready for another attack.
Nige yells out before moving next to Tyros and swinging at the halftuck.. "'Elp! Mister Brand! 'Elp!"
The halftuck laughs at Niges incredible display of clumsiness. Nige barely manages to hit the floor with his sword.
Iniative:
Nige 17 9/9
Tyros 13 3/11
Halftuck 7 ??/??
Originally posted by Brand
Brand grits his teeth as the halfling behind him connects once more with his back.
.oO(Ok thats going to hurt later. )
Brand once more swings for the halfling in front of himself hoping to hit it once more.
Brand lands another succesful hit, the halfling links hard a few times, and then tries to shake it off. His return swing slams into the tunnel wall, punching a large hole into the dirt.
The halfling behind Brand fares a bit better. His club connects with Brands ribcage again. (6 points)
Even over the sound of his ribs cracking, Brand can hear a cry for help from down the direction Tyros and Nige went. "'Elp! Mister Brand! 'Elp!"
Brand 17/29
Why, indeed, should hard-working and intelligent people such as yourselves be constantly subjected to the lies and outrageous fees of wizards? Why?
Here and now I will show you that their high prices are totally unnecessary!
Let your eyes turn to this array of salves, patent stomach powders and carefully crafted elixirs! Every one of them bearing the finest of enchantments!
What would you pay for these amazing products at your local wizards' lair? Ten, fifty, a hundred gold each? Easily!
Well, not here, my friends. Not here at Doctor Ilona Lovelace's Traveling Medecine Centre!
I am prepared to sell each and every one of these fine medecine's at the amazing price of only five gold apiece!
And not only that! I will also demonstrate irrefutably the magical properties of these fine items!
Kywyn watches as with a flourish she turns her back, rainbow cloak rippling. When she turns around again, she holds a goblet and a paper packet. Her running patter continues as she pours the powder into the goblet and stirs the concoction.
This amazing powder, upon being stirred into a cup of wine and with the appropriate word being said, will temporarily cause all magical items in the area to glow brightly! Use it wisely, my friends, as you wouldn't want just anyone knowing you own valuable magical items!
Waving her hand over the cup, she intones, with an odd cadence, an odd series of syllables. With a smile to the crowd she drains the cup. A moment later, a flicker of light washes over the displayed wares, and all of the vials, packets and trinkets begin shining brightly. One necklace does not begin glowing, and Dr. Lovelace gasps in horror.
I've been cheated!
Grabbing the offending item she brandishes it to the crowd.
See how the Powder of Seeing protects us from trickery! Sadly, not soon enough to keep a charlatan from slipping that into my inventory, but now I know to demand a refund!
The crowd cheers and applauds.
She returns to the horses and strokes them, humming very softly to them as she listens to the prattle of the show.
.oO(Takin' magic business frrom the Towerr, eh? Ah'll wagerr those wizarrds woon't like hearrin' aboout this.)
She listens on.
.oO(Bah! The only charrrlatan herre is yeh'rreself, darrlin'. Ah'm gooin' t'enjoy brringin' this one doown.)
"She's touching the powder, it seems," he wonders.
Hoping the crowd's cheering will drown out his voice, he mutters some focusing words as he allows his vision to sink into another spectrum. Kywyn looks for auras around the area.
---
[cast detect magic and hold for several rounds]
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
With Miri thus occupied, Gamis steps out and starts for the halfling district, heading for Mrs. Toadfoot's building...
Kywyn locks the door behind him and hops down the steps only to bump into a taller figure at the exit.
"Gamis," Kywyn nods, amost not recognizing the knight without his armor, "Just on my way out to pick up something for Dak."
He meets the paladin's eyes.
"About the note, I assume? Care for a walk?"
In his blanched clothing, Kywyn is a light blur as he continues out the door and waits for Gamis to turn around.
---
[To Market Square]
The two humans walk towards the market.
.oO(What in the world? His torch shouldn't have gone out yet. It was still pretty fresh. I have to get to him. I have to get past this guard.)
Brand turns to the guard that was behind him and tries to force his way past him to get down the tunnel to Nige.
OUT OF MY WAY! He yells at the little man as he tries to get past him.
i'm not sure if this requires a bullrush, or not
*He goes back to the Silver Sword to inspect his funds and savings*
Originally posted by Kywyn
Kywyn raises his cloth to his nose and mouth when Lovelace demonstrates the powder.
"She's touching the powder, it seems," he wonders.
Hoping the crowd's cheering will drown out his voice, he mutters some focusing words as he allows his vision to sink into another spectrum. Kywyn looks for auras around the area.
---
[cast detect magic and hold for several rounds]
Scanning the scene, Kywyn determines that there are two auras, both faint: one covers the items that are glowing, and another is something being carried at Doctor Lovelace's side.
He wonders how Brodda is doing for a moment and then thinks about if and how they should confront Ilona. It doesn't make sense that she wouldn't be sick if she's working with the powder all the time. There might be a different source; they need more information.
Not wanting to draw attention at the moment, Kywyn murmurs another phrase of concentration and sets his vision to work again, this time searching for poison. Might as well check while waiting to hear what else Lovelace will present, he reasons.
He claps lightly with the crowd so as not to seem too out of place.
---
[cast detect poison on 5 ft. cube on Lovelace, including her wares if possible]
Customers begin crowding up to the table, anxious to press their coins upon the woman and purchase her wares.
Argh!!
Tyros yells when the blade enters his frail body and leaves. He takes his left hand imedietly to the wound, and glances to where the attack came from. He can see a short person talking to him and moving meaninglessly in his front.
.oO(Can't be Nige... Can't be Marroc... Can't be Hermy... Can't be Lyiala... So it must be... Oh, no! Nige is screaming for help? The Halftuck!)
Meet.... Mr. Bucket Head!!!
Tyros manages to say, trying to intimidate his opponent, while unsheathing one of his swords with his right hand and slashing at the newlyfound critter.
Kywyn frowns a little in dismay, thinking, "So many people... I don't care if they want to lose their coin, but if there is a sickness here, it'll be no good for anyone."
He backs up to avoid the main thrust of the mob. Kywyn backpedals until he at the very back of the flock and not surrounded by townsfolk. The pale-clad man starts to surmise it would good to distract or even disperse the crowd without garnering their observance.
Kywyn shifts to the side and presses his back against one of the brick walls defining the alley. He looks to the wagon and crowd at this end and to the front access of the alleyway.
"Something at the main free entrance and exit would only cause a riot... need something at this end."
It is still day out, though the buildings provide shade. A visual distraction would have to be something quite noticeable.
Now, he draws the runes to imitate the will-o’-wisps, the witch's light, the swamp ghosts. With his finger, Kywyn traces a spiraling circle surrounded by pointing rays onto the brick wall, then another and another. He speaks over them to animate them and visualizes the invisible outlines he has drawn floating upward along the wall. Then he imagines them floating out over the wagon. It is there that his creative impulse gives the designs life and light.
Four glowing runes burst into soft radiance above the wagon and being to slowly circle in an accelerating orbit.
"Let's see if your gullibility goes both ways..." Kywyn resigns.
Kywyn steps up to speak to the next nearest persons, "The wizards must've found her, we'd better get out of here."
He points to the lights and hopes the message will spread faster than any potential infection but give those at the back time to leave before they start trampling each other. In his mind, Kywyn stands ready to dismiss the evocation if things take a turn for the worse.
---
[cast dancing lights, Bluff +8 if needed]
Seeing it coming this time, Tyros is able to dance back out of the halftucks reach.
Nige swings again, coming closer to hitting his oppanant, but still not close enough that the halftuck has to move to avoid being hit.
"Isathesthebostyecunda? Yeralmustnutwurthtoyinwif."
Originally posted by Brand
Brand turns to the guard that was behind him and tries to force his way past him to get down the tunnel to Nige.
OUT OF MY WAY! He yells at the little man as he tries to get past him.
Brand tries to run over the halfling blocking his escape. The halfling makes a pathetic attempt to hit Brand before getting knocked on his rear by the running human. The other halfling does land a solid blow before Brand gets out of his reach. (Brand takes another 3 hits)
Brand runs down the corrider, heedless of the second halfling chasing after him.
Brand 14/29
"Get back here coward!"
Doctor Lovelace's eyes go wide and her head snaps up to see the runes twisting above, and she shrieks and dives under her wagon. The man assisting her lets loose an expletive and runs for the horses, grabbing the halter of the one mule and beginning to saddle it as rapidly as he can, taking no notice of the dwarfess.
Brand quickens his pace as he glances over his shoulder to see the halfling guard chasing him.
.oO(Agathalos keep them safe in this dark place with your light, protect them until I can get there.)
Brand pleads silently in his head as he runs as fast as he can manange in the tunnel.
.oO(Volos is going to have my head...)
With hopes that Brodda will have a chance to hear what they are saying near the wagon, Kywyn lets the lights fade once he sees that there are no more customers.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
Gasps, a surge of fear passing through the crowd, and cries of alarm set off a rush away from the wagon.
Doctor Lovelace's eyes go wide and her head snaps up to see the runes twisting above, and she shrieks and dives under her wagon. The man assisting her lets loose an expletive and runs for the horses, grabbing the halter of the one mule and beginning to saddle it as rapidly as he can, taking no notice of the dwarfess.
With a shock, Brodda quickly shuffles out of the way.
.oO(What in blazes...???)
Once she's sure she isn't going to be trampled by the animals, she peers around the corner of the wagon, witnessing the chaos. Then she sees the runes before they vanish.
.oO(Kywyn... what didja do, lad?)
She sighs and rethinks her next move. She watches the man making his escape.
.oO(Maybe he'll be meh frriend. Then he'll want teh tell meh everrythin'.)
She pulls out her shiny recorder and plays a calming and pleasant tune, concentrating on the con man.
[Cast Fascinate]
He stays ahead of the halflings behind him, but they aren't as far behind as they should be. Up ahead he can hear the halftuck mocking his companians. "Isathesthebostyecunda? Yeralmustnutwurthtoyinwif."
It's still going to take him sometime to reach them. Hopefully they can survive until then.
Brand chances another quick look over his shoulder and sees the torchlight following him closer then he would have liked.
.oO(out of the frying pan and into the fire... how do you always get yourself into these messes?)
.oO(Just hang on a bit longer guys, I'm almost there...)
"Doctor? The lights are gone now, they've passed on," he says.
Hearing the flute-like tune echoing softly, Kywyn stops to listen. If the song is Brodda's, he did not want to interrupt whatever she is in the middle of doing.
Tyros takes out the dagger in his boots and throws it at the halftuck if he is far enough to try and avoid another swing of the Halftuck's dagger.
OR
Tyros has another go with his sword, this time an upward slash to the halfling.
"Yowww! Yeraginnapifer that!"
The halftucks dagger flashes again leaving a small cut across Tyros stomache. (1 point of damage)
Even Nige manages to connect this time, though the halftuck seems to barely feel the scrape across his arm.
Nige 17 9/9
Tyros 13 2/11
Halftuck 7 ??/??
Originally posted by Brand
.oO(blast! it is that alftuck! .....blasted tunnel. Blasted feet! I need to get tot hem faster.)
Brand chances another quick look over his shoulder and sees the torchlight following him closer then he would have liked.
Still running, Brand can finally see the torchlight of his companians.
He should be there in a few more seconds.
The light following him has not slowed it's pace though.
Brand 14/29
)Tyros frees the other hand from his wound and uses it to gain more balance as he slahes his sword once again downwards.
Tyros connects again, slicing across the halftucks shoulder. It swears and swings wildly at Tyros, missing by a hair.
Nige moves in clumsily, and drops his sword at the halftucks feet. He bends over to pick it up, and the halftuck takes the oppurtunity to plunge its dagger into the boys back. (Nige takes 4 points of damage.)
Nige screams in pain and the halftuck laughs. "Cuminscreamluder, nonecunsiveya!"
Nige 17 5/9
Tyros 13 2/11
Halftuck 7 ??/??
Tyros watches horrified as the haftuck hits Nige in the back.
You disohnored being!
Tyros jumps to the halftuck, slashing as hard as he can, while his dagger is still in Nige's back (If that is possible).
"If you don't mind me asking, what brought you here?"
"If you mean... what made me leave home..."
She trails off, unsure how to answer, then murmurs,
"My parents died. I watched someone I love grow old--while I yet look like this.
"If I am careful, I will live at least another hundred years. While people whom I love... My brother and sisters will follow our parents in, at best, twenty years."
She watches her feet as they walk.
"I couldn't watch that happen. So I left," she ends simply.
.oO(And maybe Tobias didn't care that I will live longer than him. But Rhaine and the others did and still do.)
"B.."
oO. (She looks so young though!)
He searches for something polite to say.
"H.. Uh.."
The young theif is speachless. His next line is ment as a consolation but comes out as much as a question as anything else.
"I'm sorry for your loss?"
"I'm sorry. I probably should have kept quiet.
"You do realize now, though, how wrong you were, calling me 'young and beautiful'? I am at least fifteen years older than you, I think," she says, thoughtfully regarding him.
Her smile widens, even reaching her soothing green eyes.
"Finally, I meet someone who will outlive me."
Nige fights off the pain, but can't seem to hit the laughing villian.
The halftuck toys with him, slicing a deep gash across Nige's arm. "Yerallalunnowliddlebuy. Anyerallmune." Nige takes 2 points of damage. And Tyros has bleed for one more.)
Nige swings, and misses again, the halftuck laughs and buries his blade hilt deep into the young halflings chest and cackles as blood bubbles out of Niges mouth. (The halftuck scores a crit. Nige takes 7 points of damage. Tyros bleeds for one more.).
Brand finally burst out of the tunnel to see the halftuck standing over Tyros, and Nige collapsing to the ground. The halftuck looks up, the shock of seeing the big man evident in his eyes.
"Whardajuidcunfrum?"
Iniative:
Brand 17 14/29
Halftuck 8 ??/??
Tyros unc. -4/11
Nige unc. -4/9
.oO(NO!)
NO!
A mind numbing chill shoots through his viens and he is hit with flashes of Chold bleeding to death in his arms as he carried him to Nobodies.
Hot tears of anger and sarrow begin to stream down Brand's face. He drops his sap at his feet and reaches to his back and draws his great sword as he moves to within striking distance of the halftuck.
You... you... Monster! By Agathalos as my witness I will have your head! He screams at the halftuck as he brings his sword around in a sideways slashing arch aimed for the torso of the halftuck.
.oO(I have lost one to this monster, I will not let him take these two, he dies tonight.)
i assume this means im in the area juat outside the tunnel where i can actually stand back up. right?
Draw great sword as he moves to attack (if he is close enough to do so)
Great sword +6, 2d6+4 slashing 19-20/x2 ... and all that goodness.
Barring his teeth, in pain and anger, the halftuck snarls at Brand and charges at him. "YeraginnapieferthitsosazeI."
Brand swipes aside its dagger thrust.
Behind him, Brand can hear the other halflings approaching.
Brand 14/29
Halftuck ??/??
Tyros unc. -5/11
Nige unc. -5/9
Hunter's promise!
He can feel the cold steel enter his chest as he exhales his last breath and falls to the ground. his entire life flashing in front of him:
His father's face, his first day out of the Hole where they lived, the first hunt he was on, his persuit by the orcs and other wild animals, his coming to the city, that beautiful elf with whom he had spent the best time of his life just by talking with her, his two guard friends, Hermy, Marroc, Mrs. Weatherby and Hunter, who he had left in the stable because it had broken a leg, Therokke and his mighty farts, Nige who was fighting with him and the one he was unable to protect, Brand... He can faintly hear his voice, screaming behind him.
.oO(Go for it, Brand... catch your Tuck...)
His eyes turned white due to the bleeding and he delved into a spiral of dark colours to the abyss.
Taste my blade!
Brand shouts too angry to think of anything else but this halftucks head on the ground seperated from his small neck.
The halftuck ducks under it, and then catches Brand beneath his armpit with it's blade as the sword swings over head. (Brand takes 4 points of damage)
"Dinnersunme!"
Brand 10/29
Halftuck ??/??
Tyros unc. -6/11
Nige unc. -6/9
.oO(CLUMSY FOOL! pay more attention!)
Brand grits his teeth and painfully brings his sword in another sideaway slash back handed at the halftucks torso.
(Suspenceful isn't it.)
As his swing reaches the halfling and he sees him try to duck brand once more prays in his head.
.oO(Agathalos guide my blade, let it strike true and deep, let me save the boy and the elf. I give myself wholely to you now, let me save them, please give me the strength to save them.)
The halftucks body is thrown to the ground, it's head follows a few microseconds later.
The two halfling bouncers rush into the scene, see the carnage and then head back the way they came.
Brand 10/29
Halftuck ??/??
Tyros unc. -7/11
Nige unc. -7/9
The body crumples to the ground followed by the head, blood pouring all over the floor.
Brand revels in this minor victory for only a moment before dropping to his knees besides his companions and digs into his pack for his rags, tearing them into banadages to try to stop the blow flowing from Nige's wounds.
I know I have not been you're most faithful follower, but please help me Agathalos. Brand says as he tries to save Nige.
Come on Nige, stay with me. We got him, that means I was going to take you toa candy shop remember? You can't leave me or else you can't get any candy. please stay with me Nige. Brand says as his tears of anger give way to unshed tears of loss for his old partner, for Chold, and for the others taken by the Alftuck.
+1 wis mod for the heal check
He is amazed to see the gaping chest wound begin to shrink, and the halfling coughs and opens his eyes.
"Candy?"
Brand 10/29
Halftuck dead
Tyros unc. -8/11
Nige stable. -4/9
Aren't you glad you deceided to take cleric as your level last time? Cure Light Wounds is a handy spell to have around.
.oO(Did i?no, it wasn't me... it was..)
You, you heard me... Brand says looking up to where the sky would be if he were outside.
.oO( Tyros! )
Brand moves from Nige to Tyro's side, he places his hands on his wounds and looks to the sky.
I ask once more for you to lend me your strength to heal this man. He gave himself to defend an innocent, to stop an evil. Please save him.
His eyes slowly open as he comes too.
Brand 10/29
Halftuck dead
Tyros stable. -7/11
Nige stable. -4/9
.oO(Brand saved me?)
Thank... you.
Tyros smiles as he speaks these words and quickly remembers about Nige.
And Nige?
Originally posted by Brodda
She pulls out her shiny recorder and plays a calming and pleasant tune, concentrating on the con man.
[Cast Fascinate]
The man looks up and around, his eyes falling on Brodda, and opens his mouth with an angry expression.
Before he can speak, his face begins to relax, and the anger turns to a dopey sort of happy look. He stands quietly, listening to the tune.
Originally posted by Esmet Corelli
Esmet lifts her head and smiles at him.
"I'm sorry. I probably should have kept quiet.
"You do realize now, though, how wrong you were, calling me 'young and beautiful'? I am at least fifteen years older than you, I think," she says, thoughtfully regarding him.
Her smile widens, even reaching her soothing green eyes.
"Finally, I meet someone who will outlive me."
"I may have been wrong about the young part, but I wasn't about the other."
Lucian walks in quite for a bit. oO. (She's actually a good and honest person. I need to deal with theese people more often..)
"I'm glad to have made you happy, but I must admit that is a slightly disturbing thought."
Tap-tap-Tap-tap.
oO.(That was rude.)
o.O (That was close, you've gotta keep your head up Risk.)
Do not thank me, I think Agathalos deserves our thanks for this.
He's going to be alright.
Brand looks at the mess they are all lying in and decides it's going to be best to at least move them into the house up stairs.
Hold on for a bit this may hurt a little, but I 'm gonna get you off this filth ridden floor and up into the house. Brand says as he scoops up Tyros and carries him up the stairs.
Once up the stairs Brand finds a, clean like, area on the floor to lay Tyros down on and goes back to retireve Nige and puts his next to Tyros.
Brand goes back down the stairs one last time to gather the mugger and drag him up into the house. He piles him up in a corner off to one side.
Rest you two, I'll keep a watch. Brand says as he sits propped against a wall near Tyros and Nige.
As the injured two rest Brand sits lost in his own head.
.oO( what happened down there? I've never been able to do that before. I've only seen clerics do things like that, but im not a... I have to go find a temple, I need some answers.)
Brand waits the rest of the night, using a few of his rags to stop the bleeding from the stab wound the halftuck so kindly gave him under his arm.
He checks on Nige and Tyros periodically through the night just to make sure they are still doing alright.
.oO(I owe them so much. Both of them nearly got killed trying to help me catch this guy. I couldn't have done it with out them either.)
Brand spends the rest of the night cleaning and sharpening his swords and daggers.
Originally posted by Lucian Risk
"I may have been wrong about the young part, but I wasn't about the other."
Lucian walks in quite for a bit. oO. (She's actually a good and honest person. I need to deal with theese people more often..)
"I'm glad to have made you happy, but I must admit that is a slightly disturbing thought."
Tap-tap-Tap-tap.
Unsure of how to respond at first, Esmet looks away, glancing instead over their surroundings. Her eyes leap from face to face, naming them human, dwarf, elf, half-elf.
"I suppose it is disturbing," she agrees finally. "Knowing many of your non-elven friends and acquaintances will go before you.
"A good man like you, Mr. Risk, will live long, so when the time comes, try to find an elven woman," she suggests.
Her smile vanishes as he trips and stumbles, and she asks instead with some concern, "Are you all right?"
.oO(He must not have had a very good night. Will he find his way all right?)
Originally posted by Brand
Brand wipes his hand across his face wiping away sweat and tears. He looks over to Nige and then back to Tyros.
Do not thank me, I think Agathalos deserves our thanks for this.
He's going to be alright.
Brand waits the rest of the night, using a few of his rags to stop the bleeding from the stab wound the halftuck so kindly gave him under his arm.
He checks on Nige and Tyros periodically through the night just to make sure they are still doing alright.
.oO(I owe them so much. Both of them nearly got killed trying to help me catch this guy. I couldn't have done it with out them either.)
Brand spends the rest of the night cleaning and sharpening his swords and daggers.
Throughout the night both Nige inquires about the promised candy, and Tyros joins with him. It is a long painful night.
As the sun begins to squeeze in through the cracks iin the walls, both Nige and Tyros assure the bounty hunter they are fit enough to move.
"'ow cin we get ar candy if we just sit in 'ere? That tunnel didna lead ta a candy factory, it led ta a naked factory. I cin make moiself naked but Oi cint make moiself candy."
"Oim 'ungry an Oi wanna go 'ome. Volos is probably worried about me."
"An when 'e's worried 'e backs pie. Dontcha loike pie? 'e'll give ya soime."
"That 'alftuck is startin ta stink...stinker worse Oi mean. Wot or ya gunna do wf 'im? Dumboven carries around a bug 'ead, or ya gnna do that wif 'is 'ead?"
"Oi feel good enough ta walks home, if ye want to be alone wif yer dead 'alftuck. An if ya don't Oi feel good enough to walk 'ome wif you so ya dunna 'ave ta."
Brand 13/29
Halftuck still dead
Tyros stable. -4/11
Nige stable. -2/9
Originally posted by Esmet Corelli
Unsure of how to respond at first, Esmet looks away, glancing instead over their surroundings. Her eyes leap from face to face, naming them human, dwarf, elf, half-elf.
"I suppose it is disturbing," she agrees finally. "Knowing many of your non-elven friends and acquaintances will go before you.
"A good man like you, Mr. Risk, will live long, so when the time comes, try to find an elven woman," she suggests.
Her smile vanishes as he trips and stumbles, and she asks instead with some concern, "Are you all right?"
.oO(He must not have had a very good night. Will he find his way all right?)
Lucian nods, going red to the very tips of his ears.
"Yes, thank you."
oO. (See called me a good man.... if she only knew...)
"It dont think that it'd be fair to that poor elven lass who decided to spend time with me to leave first. I think we just have to value the time we're given."
He shrugs.
"Ahhh... here we are!"
I'll walk you back home NIge, that way you can go get some pie. As for the halftuck, I think the city guard would liek to knwo they dont have to deal with him any longer, so i'll take him by there.
Brand stands up and removes his cloak and spreads it on the ground. He gathers the halftuck's bodie and places it on his cloak curled up as much as possible with its head in its lap.
He wraps his cloak around it to make it easier to carry and picks him up and carries him over his shoulder.
.oO(What a waste of a cloak, I'll have to burn it after this...)
Well, come along lets get you back to Volos, you too Tyros, you look like you could use some pie yourself.
Brand says as he begins to step into the street and head to the Silver sword adventuring guild.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
The man looks up and around, his eyes falling on Brodda, and opens his mouth with an angry expression.
Before he can speak, his face begins to relax, and the anger turns to a dopey sort of happy look. He stands quietly, listening to the tune.
Moving closer and toward the source of the music, Kywyn doesn't see the Doctor or her assistant riding off anywhere. Kywyn crouches down again to see if he can spot Doctor Lovelace.
"Brodda's music calmed them?" he wonders while still a good distance away, "I guess she couldn't find a way into the wagon to check it out. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to speed up the process..."
.oO(I've taken Valor for a ride, I went all over the city, and now I'm home but the kitchen's busy so I can't make anything to eat...)
There is a moment of utter silence, and then, Mistress Mirielle? Are you sure the dwarf wanted it to glow?
Well, he didn't say not to make it glow...
Perry looks up at Gamis, Master Gamis? It's glowing.
And indeed the axe is glowing, with a pale yellow-white light.
Mirielle looks up at Gamis and smiles, shaking her head slightly at Perry's concern.
She points at the axe.
Since Master Dunskar didn't ask for a specific color, it seemed a good idea to go with something boring.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
While Brodda keeps the 'Doctor's' assistant busy, Kywyn sees Lovelace crawl from under the wagon, darting for the door.
Kywyn rushes forward.
"Doctor? The lights are gone, they didn't stay. Are you alright?" he asks gently.
He does not approach too close, not wating to seem like a threat.
"Damn wizards, eh?... Are you still open for business?"
"You're looking pretty tired. Want to sit down?"
Yes, I do, but the cleaning won't get... oh. Perry? Do the sweeping up now, if you would.
She hands Perry the broom. He looks mournfully at it.
Yes'm...
Mirielle strolls over to the couch and sits, heavily.
Originally posted by Kywyn
Kywyn rushes forward.
"Doctor? The lights are gone, they didn't stay. Are you alright?" he asks gently.
He does not approach too close, not wanting to seem like a threat.
"Damn wizards, eh?... Are you still open for business?"
Doctor Lovelace's eyes narrow as she looks at Kywyn.
What's your scam, bucko?
"The lights left, I figured it was safe to come back."
He dusts off the wide sleeves of his light shirt before raising his black bandana to wipe the lower half of his face. He looks at Ilona with an unassuming gaze, before casting his eyes away and downward.
"Oh, I think knew someone who studied at Karastay... I think that's the same name anyway. You must be very well educated," Kywyn says in a meek tone of voice.
How soon is 'soon'? I have to let Aramil know he can pick up his axe, or I guess I could deliver it to the guildhall, but otherwise I'm not occupied.
"How long do you think you'd like to stay? A week?"
I wonder if it's going to say that he single-handedly overthrew the Lost Kingdom of the Giants?
She grins and shakes her head.
And you needn't do more than leave a note for Lord Malifaeyr, I think.
We can stay in Lilac Ford as long as you like. Should we take Perry?
Originally posted by Scheherazade
Her hand resting on what Kywyn now sees is a swordhilt, Lovelace says, A pretty story, but you're not fooling me. What're you trying to pull?
Kywyn holds his hands up front to show he is unarmed.
"Whoa, there."
"Alright... I heard about some magic powder from some people and wanted to know more. I saw your demonstration and got the feeling there was more to it than that. Figured it was worth the risk."
Kywyn shrugs.
"But if you ask me to go, I'll go like the rest," he says while taking a step back.
"I think he'd enjoy the traveling, but I don't know that you'll be doing any wizarding work you'll need him for... We'll need to carry him somewhere on horseback, too. But it's up to you if we take him.
"And maybe when we get back, we can think about breaking the news to your parents..." He rubs his thumb over the band of her ring.
What...?
He stands still.
"I know the way to the Mother's temple so if you don't mind, I'd like to head there."
"Who am I to order friends around? Besides, I invited you along to pay your respects to your deity, so we should visit yours as well as mine. It's just a matter of whose church is closer.
"Which only you would know," she adds.
She walks with him quietly for a few minutes, then as the steeple of the temple comes into view over the trees in the park, she asks, "What makes you follow Ordemetrex?"
"Balance... Too much of anything is bad. I've seen most extremes and I don't want to be on any specific end of any specturm. I want to learn to live my life evenly."
He rolls the club around back into his palm.
"If you don't mind, why do you worship Thalos?"
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
Gamis chuckles at the thought.
"I think he'd enjoy the traveling, but I don't know that you'll be doing any wizarding work you'll need him for... We'll need to carry him somewhere on horseback, too. But it's up to you if we take him.
"And maybe when we get back, we can think about breaking the news to your parents..." He rubs his thumb over the band of her ring.
I suppose so. And it'll be nice to have a bit of privacy, too.
Perhaps for such a long trip I should use my magical horse, instead of riding behind you on Valor?
She blushes, smiling at the same time, at Gamis' last comment.
Or before we go. They really should know.
"I owe my loyalty to Thalos because... it was only with the help of his church that I could endure something very painful for as long as I did.
"The faith provided me some solace and a feeling of acceptance. Which was new to me at the time," she says quietly.
"For that, I give my life to him. For better or for worse, he is my lord, and I, his servant."
.oO(Thalos, forgive me my doubts...)
oO. (I am surprised she trusted me with that...)
"Thanks..."
He continues walking, the only sound are their foot steps and Lucian's walking stick.
"Here we are!"
Your Turn to lead :P
"Yes, you're right... I just hope they understand that we have other important things to do, too, so planning a wedding may go slow..."
"The man looks up and around, his eyes falling on Brodda, and opens his mouth with an angry expression.
Before he can speak, his face begins to relax, and the anger turns to a dopey sort of happy look. He stands quietly, listening to the tune.
Brodda continues playing until she's sure she has him under her spell. Stepping further behind the wagon, she compels him to do so as well.
.oO(Well, let's see what answerrs Ah can get frrom yeh, lad.)
She lets the music from her recorder drift off gently as she picks up the music with humming, changing it to a more droning sound.
She begins asking her questions -- in song form.
[singing]"Yeh shall answerr meh questions all.
Tell meh the trrruth and we'll have a ball."
"Arre yeh'rre cons of malicious intent?
Do yeh wish teh harrm the innocent?
When did yeh get herre? Wherre arre yeh frrom?
What do they call yeh wherre yeh coome frrom?
Who is the lady? What is herr name?
What yeh'rre dooin herre is just a shame.
Arre yeh lookin' teh make a fast buck?
Orr arre yeh dolin' oout bad luck?"[/singing]
She continues humming her tune when the words drop off, listening for the answers she seeks.
[Cast Suggestion]
Once they are all outside he begins to walk towards the guild house.
Er, maybe you two should lead, you know where the place is I'll stay a bit back and follow you, that way you wont have to smell this guy. Brand says slowing to fall a few feet behind Tyros and Nige as they continue to the Silver Sword guild house.
Brand smiles to himself a bit as he catches parts of Tyros and NIge's conversation about Volos' pie.
"Doctor Lovelace? So do you have anything you can show me? I can pay in gold," Kywyn tries to get her attention for just a few more moments.
"... an 'e cin put anything in them. Fruit, meat, probably even candy."
"Oi bet 'e'd make us a candy pie once 'e knows what big 'eroes we are. 'e makes special pies fer 'Ermy oll the toime."
Arriving at the Silver Sword, Nige bursts through the door. "'Ey Volos!"
"Huh?"
Over by the other end of the wagon, Ilona sways between turning to the mule, and responding to Kywyn.
Finally, she looks at Kywyn, and asks What are you looking to buy?
He takes a small step to the side, toward the front of the wagon and away from the horses.
"I wanted a few charms, one for luck and one for protection, if you have those. And then I wanted to hear more about that special powder and see if that's for sale as well."
"oh, and maybe a potion... but that would depend on what you have in stock as well."
"And then...," Kywyn stops himself, "Well, I guess I should hear about those first."
Certainly, I do indeed have just what you're looking for!
She gestures Kywyn to accompany her, and moves back around to the display side of the wagon.
This is a good luck charm, crafted by a wise old nymph of the forest of Paquilonia. Guaranteed to grant you luck in any country or wilderness area. Interested? If not, I have charms for more urban settings... Like this one, made by a witch in the capital, using feathers from pigeons.
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
"You weigh hardly anything, but he wouldn't mind you taking your magical horse," the paladin agrees, and answers her smile.
"Yes, you're right... I just hope they understand that we have other important things to do, too, so planning a wedding may go slow..."
Or we could just leave it up to my mother to plan...
Mirielle yawns again. Maybe I should take the axe over to the guildhall before I fall asleep.
"How do you check a charm's power? That powder you have does it for you? Is that the only magic powder you have?"
"I've heard stories on ones that will make people fall asleep and others that can make a girl fall in love with you."
Originally posted by Scheherazade
The man stands there, a bit of drool falling from the corner of his mouth, until Brodda releases her hold to let him answer.
"Huh?"
Brodda looks at the man with a slight frown.
.oO(He obviously dooes not apprreciate a good rrhyme when he hearrs one.)
"Answerr meh questions trrue,
then with yeh Ah'll knoow what teh do."
.oO(He seems a bit sloow. Maybe one question at a time will ease this along.)
.oO(Ugh this little thing reeks... how could he sneak up on people they would smell him a while away.)
Brand tries to avoid people as he walks through the streets since he probably looks a bit suspicious right now.
.oO(walkign down the street with a dead body over your shoulder... well not like you didnt do this before.)
After a while of walking Brand sees the guard house drawing near.
Seeing the awkward looks he gets from people he speeds up a bit more to faster walk and heads right on into the guard house.
Unless i'm stopped in the streets, off to the guard house
Originally posted by Kywyn
"Feathers sound promising," Kywyn looks over the display thoughtfully but doesn't get too close, acting as if it is filled with relics and artifacts.
"How do you check a charm's power? That powder you have does it for you? Is that the only magic powder you have?"
"I've heard stories on ones that will make people fall asleep and others that can make a girl fall in love with you."
Ah, yes, actually, the powder reveals much, and for you I'll make it just three gold.
You have a girl you want to look your way? Well, I have just the thing for you! This potion will not only make you irresistable, it will guarantee there won't be any embarassing moments... In fact, it'll last all night.
She winks at Kywyn.
Originally posted by Brodda
Brodda looks at the man with a slight frown.
.oO(He obviously dooes not apprreciate a good rrhyme when he hearrs one.)
"Answerr meh questions trrue,
then with yeh Ah'll knoow what teh do."
.oO(He seems a bit sloow. Maybe one question at a time will ease this along.)
"Huh? My name is Kirk... Play that flutey thing some more."
"Kirrrk, why arre yeh connin' these poor foolks? Woouldn't yeh'rre motherr be ashamed?"
He shrugs.
"If it doesn't work quite as good as Ilona says, well, they're still happy 'cause they think it's doin' somethin'."
.oO(He dooesn't believe they'rre hurrtin' anyone. Eitherr he dooesn't knoow everrythin' orr... is it possible the soourrce of the infection is elsewherre?)
She doesn't like the thought that she and Kywyn may have wasted time on this pursuit.
.oO(Dependin' on what Kywyn has, it may be time teh go back and interrview the otherr victim.)
She lowers her instrument to ask another question.
"How long have yeh been worrkin' with Doctorr Lovelace?
Originally posted by Scheherazade
[color=limegreen]Ah, yes, actually, the powder reveals much, and for you I'll make it just three gold.
You have a girl you want to look your way? Well, I have just the thing for you! This potion will not only make you irresistable, it will guarantee there won't be any embarassing moments... In fact, it'll last all night.
She winks at Kywyn. [/color]
It takes a bit of willpower for Kywyn to resist shaking his head with a bemused look.
Instead, he nods, "Really? That sounds too good... How do I know it'll do as you say?"
"Oh, back to the powder, it sounds like strong stuff. Do you need to do what you did during the demonstration to use it? It is dangerous, like should I be keeping it locked away? Is there a limit to how many doses you should use? There are sometime kids around my place and they get into everything," he questions consecutively.
Hearing Brodda's tune stop and start again in the background, Kywyn wonders if she might be having any problems.
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It's perfectly safe, I wouldn't sell anything dangerous. Just mix the powder with wine, and say the word exactly as I did, and any arcane auras will be revealed. Don't let the powder spill, though, or you'll sneeze something fierce.
And if you have any... 'difficulties' with the potion, you just come see me tomorrow.
Lovelace winks at Kywyn again, casting an appraising eye over his physique.
"Ilona," he uses her first name to keep her attention, "Um..."
He drapes his black cloth over his shoulder as he reaches into his satchel. A look of annoyance follows and Kywyn shakes his head.
"Shoot... I was sure I brought my money pouch with me."
He takes out a single silver coin and holds it out for her, "I'm sorry, this is all I really have on me for now. I'll have to go get my money but take this for your time."
"I'm guessing your wagon roams... How will I be able to find you again?"
Originally posted by Mirielle
Or we could just leave it up to my mother to plan...
Mirielle yawns again. Maybe I should take the axe over to the guildhall before I fall asleep.
.oO(I think I sense some potential drama in that possibility... We can see.)
"I'll go with you, or I'll run it over for you, if you like," Gamis offers, stifling a yawn that wants to emerge in response to hers.
There's plenty for Perry to make himself sandwiches after he finishes the cleaning up, and we can bring him a fruit turnover for a treat.
Heaving her slight frame upright, Mirielle pauses to rub a sore spot in the small of her back.
Gamis goes into the kitchen and retrieves the axe, giving Miri the chance to advise Perry. The two of them put on their cloaks, and they're out the door, heading towards the Silver Sword.
"Ah, we were begining to wonder if you were coming to pick up the gloves sir."
"Work has kept me busy and I forgot about the order until a little while ago."
Ellie takes Darkar by the hand and half drags him into the house.
"I got something, I wanted to show you Mr. Darkar! I was waiting for you to come back so I could give it to you."
Hurrying off into another room to fetch the item leaving Darkar alone with Corin.
"Can I get you some tea Darkar? Moria is out at the moment and should be returning shortly."
Running back into the room the little girl jumps at Darkar and the elf has to catch her to avoid a collison. Mild shock paints his face as she giggles at being caught.
"Ellie! You know better than to do that, apologize to Darkar."
"It is alright Corin, I was just shocked at her enthusiasm. So Ellie what is it that you wanted to show me?"
He sets the girl gently back on the ground, while Corin heads off to fetch the tea.
"I drew a picture for you and Mr. Codrian for helping me that day in the park."
She hands Darkar some carefully rolled sheets of paper tied together with ribbon. Taking precaution to carefully unroll the paper to find the young girl's drawing.
"So Ellie, this is you, Codrian, and myself here?"
She nods and smiles obviously glad that Darkar was able to correctly interpret the picture. Corin arrives back with tea for the three of them. About twenty minutes later and much small talk Moria comes in from the back and sees Darkar.
"Ah good, I did not think that you were coming for the gloves after all this time. Give me a moment to fetch them."
"Darkar, I included a second drawing, could you take the other for Codrian?"
"Of course Ellie, that would not be a problem."
Moria arrives shortly with gloves in hand and makes Darkar try them on before she will accept payment for the gloves. The gloves fit perfectly and they are very comfortable. Satisfied he pays Moria and thanks her for her efforts and then bids them all a good day before leaving.
Originally posted by Kywyn
Kywyn swallows noticeably then clears his throat but quickly resumes eye contact.
"Ilona," he uses her first name to keep her attention, "Um..."
He drapes his black cloth over his shoulder as he reaches into his satchel. A look of annoyance follows and Kywyn shakes his head.
"Shoot... I was sure I brought my money pouch with me."
He takes out a single silver coin and holds it out for her, "I'm sorry, this is all I really have on me for now. I'll have to go get my money but take this for your time."
"I'm guessing your wagon roams... How will I be able to find you again?"
Ilona holds her hand up, Not to worry. I'm heading north from here, why don't you meet me on the road tomorrow, we should be easy to catch up with, after all.
Batting her eyes flirtatiously, she adds, I'm sure you and I can come to a mutually acceptable price for the merchandise then...
"Be back later today," he says to his fiancé, kissing her at the door and then heading out.
Stalling while speaking to Lovelace, Kywyn cooly glances back toward the horses to check for any sign of Brodda still being there.
He faces Doctor Lovelace when she bats her lashes though.
Kywyn blinks then says softly, "I'll do my best to find you when I can get the coin together."
Originally posted by Scheherazade
"I've been with Ilona for a coupl'a years now," Kirk replies.
"Therre's a powderr she's sellin' that coould be dangerroous if mishandled. Ah'm interrested in one that might induce a feverr if the incantion is doone wrrong. What might that powderr be?"
She resumes playing between questions.
.oO(Ah've been back herre a while noow. Ah'm surrprrised Lovelace hasn't coome back teh see what's keepin' herr cohorrt so long. Ah need teh wrrap this up.)
Over at the wagon, Ilona nods and smiles.
Until then.
Good evening, Master Gamis. Are you really going off and leaving me again already?
Mistress Mirielle makes me work, but her dad makes me work hard.
Ixchal darts past, and an exasperated shout comes from up the stairs, Ix! You come back with that button right now!
The weasel's face pops out from under the couch, a glinting object visible from her mouth.
She's kinda... grouchy today.
.oO(Maybe Master Cione would take him... I'll mention it to her.)
"Come on, Ix..."
Originally posted by Scheherazade
"A powder that can cause a fever?" Kirk furrows his brow. "No... we have an ointment that will warm up stiff muscles?"
Over at the wagon, Ilona nods and smiles.
Until then.
Kywyn nods and bows his head very slightly before turning and walking away. He makes it to the front of the alley and lingers just around the corner, ready to go back if Brodda needs any help.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
"A powder that can cause a fever?" Kirk furrows his brow. "No... we have an ointment that will warm up stiff muscles?"
[color=limegreen).oO(Definitely need morre inforrmation. If the feverr is coomin' frroom this pairr, they doon't knoow it. Likely its soomethin' they'rre sellin' that's been mishandled.)[/color]
She stops playing and puts her recorder away.
"Thank yeh. Yeh've been verry cooperrative. Now be a love and forrget that Ah've been askin' yeh questions."
She reaches up and musses her hair, making her circlet crooked. She pulls one shoulder of her dress down her arm and takes on a very happy look. Then she wanders out from behind the wagon.
As she passes Dr. Lovelace, she gives the woman a crooked smile.
"Mmmm, lucky gal, yeh arre, lass! He's quite the kisserr!"
She wanders out of the alley, catching up to Kywyn. The dumb happy look drops from her face as she straightens her dress.
"Let's put soome distance between us and this alley, shall we?"
She heads back for the center of town.
"Ah knoow y'accidentally stumbled acrross this, Kywyn. Ah'm sorrrry. Ah owe yeh'a favorr. Did yeh find anythin' oout?"
Walking away from the alley, Kywyn reports, "She seems to think the items are harmless, including the powder... though she is a skilled liar."
"Only two auras of spellcraft around her during the show. I think one is a sword she carries on her and the other I suspect is a spell to cause the glowing and fool the audience."
Kywyn walks with a hand hanging from his belt.
"She'll be on the road heading north by tomorrow if we need to catch her again. We still don't know enough."
.oO(The deserrt trrip... now therre's soomething teh rrememberr. His mate's temperr and rrecklessness was, ehhhhh, difficult teh deal with. But gettin' teh meet that glorrious Sphinx... ahhhh, that outshines all trrouble with NaShae.)
She smiles, both at the memory and for Kywyn's kindness.
"Thank yeh."
"That's not too surrprrisin'. We knew she was a fake."
She straightens her circlet and attempts smoothing her wild hair.
"Ah've got anotherr dirrection teh look at this frrom. Ah'll take that up t'morreh and get this figurred oout."
As they walk, he eye is drawn to his hand, hanging from his belt, noting the long, thin fingers -- the fingers of an artist.
Realizing her staring, she looks away the other direction.
"Thank yeh. Forr helpin' Missus Toadfoot earrlierr, and forr helpin' meh back therre."
She smiles.
"Ah imagine yeh have things t'do. Yeh'rre family is prrobably missin' yeh aboout now," she offers, giving him a graceful out if he wants it.
Besides, she's got a date with Minto tonight. :D
"Yes, I would like to get home. But I would like to see this get solved as well. You know where to find me if you pick up the lead again. Tomorrow perhaps? If you think Lovelace is a possible link, tomorrow will be the latest we can find her easily."
He starts heading toward the Toadfoot apartment, wondering when their paths would part.
"Ah'll let yeh knoow!" :D
She watches him walk for a few steps then turns and heads for the Last Lich, humming merrily.
[Thus endeth the Time Warp Weirdness. We now return you to your regularly scheduled Brodda & Minto Show.]
He heads back to his apartment and checks in on Mrs. Toadfoot before hurrying upstairs to spend the evening with NaShae and Dakarai.
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
"Happens sometimes, especially when Ixchal nabs stuff she shouldn't." He moves to pursue the weasel and reclaim the button for his lady.
.oO(Maybe Master Cione would take him... I'll mention it to her.)
"Come on, Ix..."
Mirielle thuds down the stairs in her undergown, standing on the next to bottom step, an image of despair.
Gamis, I don't know what sort of clothes to pack for meeting your parents!
What is the weather like there? Are we liable to end up at a formal dinner? What... what if they don't like me?
She sniffles, then plops onto the steps, and cries into the overgown she was clutching in her arms.
"It's a little cooler up there due to the river, but not much. We'll bring your cloak... My family is hard-working blacksmiths and there's only one inn in the village, we might eat at it, might not, so there probably won't be anything formal... And they'll love you. Nothing to worry about."
Acid splatters. Darn apron never seems to cover enough, and now there's another dress testifying to my clumsiness...
She looks up at Gamis and blushes.
I'm whining, aren't I?
Ixchal scrambles into her lap, returning the button, and Miri scritches her on the ruff.
"Coals in a forge do the same thing... They know the feeling. But if you really want, we can take a couple more days and see a tailor about getting you something."
.oO(We came from the north section of the city from the church to the Last Lich. And... if I remember correctly, the Mother's temple was also near here.)
Casting wary glances at the shadows, she hurries down the street back to Mrs. Weatherby's boarding house.
You were pretty nervous, weren't you?
I'll pick up a skirt and vest at Miss Cuwen's shop, there won't be any need to have something sewn up special. I can get the rest of the food we need for traveling at the same time, but you were right, the rations we bought for going to Hardaja will cover most of that.
When Dakarai comes around, poking his little dark-haired head up onto Kywyn’s elbow, the man picks up his son, and they go play for a time. When NaShae is free, Dak naps in her lap while Kywyn sits with his arm around her shoulders warmly. When the young boy is put down for bedtime, Kywyn makes his way back to the desk to pick up on the thread of thought he was following.
It occurs to him then, that this might have been the best afternoon of his life. One of the most perfect because there was nothing extraordinary, and yet every little thing was real in a way that made it magic. Funny which moments stick in your mind. Looking back, life is made up of memories of moments.
Odd thought, he thinks, and tucks it away. Odd thought, but he is glad he had it, even for a moment.
Sounds great!
Standing, she pulls on the offending overgown.
I'll just get my belt and pouch. Did you want to go with me to the market, or do you have things to organize here?
He waits by the door for her while dangling the corner of his cloak for Ixchal to chase.
You don't like getting up early, so we may as well get you packed tonight, so you can sleep a few minutes longer tomorrow.
We'll be home in a bit.
Tucking her hand around Gamis' left arm, she smiles up at him.
I'm ready.
Mirielle grins.
Staying with my parents is a good place to learn the fundamentals for a study of alchemy, what with all the dyes being formulated.
Papa does insist on hard work, yes.
Pushing open the door, she greets the seamstress.
Good afternoon, Miss Cuwen. I'm in need of a skirt and vest. Nothing that will need tailoring, though.
Oh, certainly Dame Dyer, certainly. I have some skirts here that are about your size, unless you're needing one with plenty of expanding room...?
Blushing furiously, Mirielle shakes her head 'no,' and hurriedly chooses from the stack she's shown.
Minto and Brodda exit the LLI after nightfall and heads for a place Brodda's never been -- the Mercenaries Guild.
"Merrcenarries -- soounds like, big, tough, harrdened men," she muses as they walk.
She smiles a bit, always enjoying a shared presence with Minto.
"I doubt any of them can match up to my guild members though when it comes to tougness of spirit."
Minto guides Brodda towards the mercanary chapterhouse.
"We're going to want to keep that in mind."
"You can't always trust someone who changes loyalties when coins change hands."
Arriving at the chapterhouse, Minto steps up to the door and looks in.
Other areas of the room have people playing dice, repairing equipment, sharpening blades, and at the very back a pair is sparring. The sparring overruns a dice game, and turns into melee, with various people shouting advice to the combatants.
"Darrlin', Ah may be frriendly t'everryone and may like a lot o' folk, but teh trrust 'em? Not many Ah trrust."
She looks around, noting as much as she can where everyone and everything in the room are. She looks at the clerk.
.oO(Now what? "Excuse meh, we'rre lookin' ferr a woman who may orr may not have joined yeh'rre guild ten orr twenty yearrs ago...)
She squeezes Minto's hand.
"Though certainly you trust me right?"
He winks and squeezes her hand back.
Minto clears his throat.
"Excuse me. We are in need of a bit of assistance."
"I'm looking to hire a mercanary."
Were you needing something, also?
He waves at the melee on the other end of the room.
"Uh, noo. Heh, that may be a bit too much help. Orr not enough, Ah'm not surre which."
Her gaze returns to the man behind the desk.
"We do need soome help."
She elbows Minto lightly.
"Tell the nice man ourr prroblem, darrlin'."
"Actually we are looking for a specific mercanary."
"She helped out my parents a few years ago, nd they recommended her highly for the job we need done."
"Does Kerris still work from this branch?"
"Or if not do you know what city we could find her in? My mother really would prefer working with someone she knows she can count on."
Thank you, Miss Cuwen, I'll keep that in mind.
Mirielle blushes again, left thumb brushing against the band of the ring she wears on that hand, and goes outside with Gamis.
Where to next?
Making his way down the street and into the graveyard, Kywyn fades from sight.
---
[To Avowed]
She looks wildly around and then shudders, and forces herself to take deep, calming breaths.
Ixchal bounces up from the foot of the bed, and nuzzles her way under Miri's right hand.
I'm okay, it was just a dream... she says softly.
Should ought to get up, anyway, and fix us some breakfast before we go. We need to finish off that bacon, it won't keep until we get back.
It's okay. I was just... well, wandering in the dark. Like in the Maw, and I couldn't find you or Ix.
Then I found a door and when I went through I was in a big dining room and the people at the table were staring at me. Somehow I knew it was your family, and I remembered I was wearing the dress with the acid holes. I looked down, and... I was naked.
She blushes and grins up at him sheepishly.
"I'll run and get Valor while you're getting ready here. Then we can eat, I'll armor, and we should be good to go."
Okay, we'll be ready to go.
He trundles down the stairs and out the front door, returning after a little while astride a saddled and barded Valor, whom he dismounts near the step. The paladin leaves the door open when he comes inside, and the warhorse sticks his head through and peeks inside, ears turned forward and nostrils working busily.
"Precisely it... I find it to be a quite place, a nice change from the market."
"I can imagine visiting the market would tire someone out," she says.
Her head tilts back as she searches the shifting leaves.
.oO(But I still need to buy some tools. In my haste, I forgot to bring a set with me.)
"It's not on the itinerary, is it?" she asks.
[color=blue]"Anything you want to do ios on the itinerary. I haven't got one written down so it's all changeable."[/color]
She hums quietly and removes a glove to tangle her long fingers in the grass. Nestling her chin between her knees, she looks down at Lucian thoughtfully.
She tosses another handful of grass at him, but does not say anything and watches a bee climb over the ruffled surface of a dandelion.
.oO(I stayed awake long into the night, trying to determine whether the ends justify the means. If you steal or rob, even for a good cause, is there anything else you do that I don't yet know about?)
.oO(I hope you're as good a person as I thought you were.)
Their one stop on the way out of Garic's is to leave Perry in the Dyer family care, then they ride together to the north gate. Just outside the city, the wizardess conjures her own magical mount. Close side-by-side, the two of them take the road the paladin followed, bearing roughly northeast towards the village of Lilac Ford.
Originally posted by Esmet Corelli
"You free spirit, you," she teases and tosses a handful of grass on him.
She hums quietly and removes a glove to tangle her long fingers in the grass. Nestling her chin between her knees, she looks down at Lucian thoughtfully.
She tosses another handful of grass at him, but does not say anything and watches a bee climb over the ruffled surface of a dandelion.
.oO(I stayed awake long into the night, trying to determine whether the ends justify the means. If you steal or rob, even for a good cause, is there anything else you do that I don't yet know about?)
.oO(I hope you're as good a person as I thought you were.)
Lucian sneezes as he gets a facefull of grass. Propping up himself up on his elbows he tries to level a stern glare and gets another fistful. Sneezing and laughing at the same time he falls onto his back and laughs.
oO.(I could spend every day like this... I'm going to have to do something tomorrow for work. I hipe she doesn't loathe me now... I'm a theif.)
Esmet opens her mouth, about to ask a question of Lucian, but shakes her head and pulls herself to her feet. She breathes deeply as she takes in the scenery, then crouches down in front of the younger half-elf.
Gingerly, a finger stretches out to prod his knee.
"Let's go. If the armory hires me, I can treat you to lunch," she says gently.
"Sounds like a good deal."
He leans on his walking stick.
"The armoury is in the market, follow me..."
He leads the way with his walking stick tapping out a steady rhythm.
In the morning, Kywyn trains in the yard behind the Toadfoot Apartment. He extends his arms upward in his slack, off-white garb as he walks out into the empty enclosure. First, a period of sitting in silence to let the noise out of his mind. This is followed by light movements and a long period of stretching muscles and ligaments. Kywyn finds a smooth section of high fence to rest his ankle on as he stretches his legs muscles systematically. Having done this for years, it is an automated program that lets his mind rest.
He starts with kick training, straight-legged axe motions as well as sweeping crescents. Taking a step with each kick, Kywyn walks a straight line from one end of the yard to the other, then reverses direction and continues.
Thus warmed up, Kywyn starts a slow form, sliding footwork into low stances with flowing palms, and then high, one-legged poses with sharp spins and lashing kicks. He lowers into an exceedingly low position with both arms pulling down an imaginary foe’s arm. Twisting his center to cause a momentum spin, Kywyn rises while sweeping out an open hand designed to catch the opponent’s head and resist retreat. The phoenix-eye fist formed by his free hand thrusts forward with a protruding index knuckle into his other palm while Kywyn raises a knee at the same time. With a sinking center of focus, Kywyn stomps down on imaginary toes and rotates backward into a defensive stance, one arm bent at the elbow upward, the other at chest level. With every sudden move and release of energy, his sleeves and pant legs snap in the air. With every soft gesture and flowing transition, the silence is palpable.
Once finished with a few different forms, face covered with a thin layer of sweat, Kywyn turns to call his frog from his resting place in the shade. Watching Hex vault over the distance gives Kywyn a breath of encouragement.
Kywyn jumps forward and into a kick, and then spins into a tornado-like leg attack. Landing low, he spins himself into a twirling, horizontal leap, legs leaving the ground one after the other and touching down in the same order. Kywyn pauses for a moment, feet together. He takes a slow step and then another, circling an invisible target. A half-step forward turns into a somersault. Stopping the roll on his back, Kywyn kippups to his feet and falls into a cartwheel. After, he revolves down into a cross-legged, sitting stance, arms out to either side, parallel with the ground.
Breathing heavily, Kywyn observes the trail his shoes (and drops of sweat) have left on the wood and earthen floor of the yard… Painting on a wider canvas with his form. He might not be a fighter, but the moves and the stances, the fleeting sense of aware in motion and in stillness, is enough for him now. If he is to find more to himself, if fear is holding him back as the Labyrinth said, he could find some release in the movement.
Spiraling to his feet and catching Hex on his forearm, Kywyn leaves the yard to wash up.
.oO(I could go to the guild and train. Constant improvement is a necessity, a cornerstone of the Jade Lotus. But I sense there is more to it than that. I lack direction, a specific goal. My teachers are most able, but a student should not merely learn the answers, he should first search the questions. I feel I have been remiss in this regard.)
Pondering these feelings, the monk crosses the city, not caring much where he ends up. Walking helps him work through these issues, that's what matters.
Kywyn holds in his hand a small dish of water. His plan is to just sit outside on the front steps for a while. Taking Dak along would let NaShae rest for a while after having helped the tot with his Elvish all morning.
“Right here,” Kywyn stops, “Let’s sit for a bit and then we can get something to eat for your mother.”
Leaning against the wall while loitering on the steps, Kywyn places the dish of water next to his foot. A black frog crawls out from behind Dakarai’s head and hops an extreme arc into the waiting miniature pool.
Dak reclines against his father’s side with a piece of paper and a pencil and watches the clouds. The flap of gossamer wings can be heard by the two of them on the breeze.
“Papa?,” Dakarai asks absently, “What happens to the stars during the day?…”
Originally posted by Brodda
Brodda nods in agreement. She takes a step away from the desk and gets a better look around the room.
While Brodda looks around, Minto steps forward and tries to attract the spot light.
"Is she still employeed here? My mother really wants to have her assistance on this matter."
"Hmmm, now that I think of it, a better question might be, Is she still alive?"
"The mercanary life is a dangerous one after all."
He runs his finger down a column, muttering names as he goes, then stops.
"Yep, just about twenty years ago, came out of the City Guard. We get a lot of their... disaffected members."
He digs through ledgers on a shelf behind him, pulls one out, and flips through it.
"Here we go, here we go... She joined a team calling themselves the Serpent's Teeth (don't you just love the names these guys come up with?) and they went on a job out east, for the wars."
He reads a little further.
"Huh. They made it back, too. Got a report of dues paid from a caravan master they escorted. They were down south of here about fifty miles."
"My mother will be very glad to hear this news. She'll be evebn glader if we can hire her?"
"I'm sure prices have gone up since my mothers days, how much would it cost for a weeks worth of work?"
“From what I hear, they’re always there; we just can’t see them most of the time when it’s light,” Kywyn explains to his son, “Just like you can sometimes sort of see the moon in the morning light still.”
Though since Kywyn’s physiology had started changing, seeing is not always as cut and dry to him. His eyes could adjust to another spectrum to see in the dark since enduring the shadow trial in the Avowed catacombs. Kywyn always had a proclivity for hanging in the shade, the coolness and the way it could make one forget things, out of sight, out of mind. Now the darkness no longer hid from him, it welcomed him as one of its creatures.
But part of Kywyn misses being able to just lay in the dark with your eyes open, seeing and not seeing at the same time. He could still find that particular state, but it took some effort to let his eyes unfocus, and even then there is a sort of green haze.
That’s strange, Kywyn ponders, the night sight is more or less limited black and white... though that probably has to do more with what his mind is used to since there is no color without light. Sometimes, though, things would seem green in a monochromatic tone.
He stops for a moment outside the doors.
.oO(Well I'm a mess but I wont be in here too long, I'll ask Marroc if he knows of a decent bathhouse I could use.)
Brand steps into the inn.
to nobody's
Then again... it looks like she doesn't usually come back to the City. Huh. Well, if you want her specifically, I guess you could send a courier after her. Like I said before, she's 12 silver a day."
He points a thumb at the mercs hanging around the hall.
"There's plenty to choose from right here, though."
.oO(Fightin' orrcs? What orrcs? What pass? Ah'll have t'ask Minto what he knoows aboout that. Coould it be Ah've been too involved in meh oown issues t'have hearrd aboout orrcs?)
She looks at the group, gauging if any of them might have been around here for the last twenty years or more.
.oO(Soomeone herre may rrememberr Kerris...)
"It's kind of a personal matter. And well worth 12 silver a day."
"I think my companian and I will go down and hire her personally."
"I'm sure she'll send you the proper dues and paperwork and what not."
"Now where was it exactly that she was?"
The clerk gives Minto some traveling directions, and then Minto thanks him and gathers up Brodda.
"I hope you didn't have plans for the next week."
"I found out where Kerris is. Two days south of here in a small town called Arrowhead Springs."
"Norrmally Ah'd jump at the chance, Minto. Yeh knoow that. But therrre's this otherr case Ah'm worrkin'."
She sighs, looking apologetic.
"Therre's been an illness grroowin' in the city and Ah've been charrrged with findin' the sourrce. It's not a good time forr meh teh be leavin' forr that long. Can it maybe wait a few days? It shoouldn't take meh longerr than that teh get t'the bottom of it."
She looks at Minto, somewhat embarrased.
"I'm sure he'll be willing to help you out with your case since you're helping him with his."
Minto takes Brodda's hand as they walk through the city.
"With you, me, and Hermy on the case we should have the problem solved by lunch."
"What's your plan then?"
"Kywyn and Ah may have had a lead today, but soomethin' just wasn't rrright. Ah was gooin' teh interrview the firrst victim of this Mind Firre that seems teh be sprreadin'. Ah thoought a new approach might narrrow doown the soourrces."
She squeezes his hand and smiles at him, not caring if he can see her smile in the dark of night.
"It will be good teh get this figurred oout and solved. Especially if yeh'll be helpin'. It's always moore pleasant that way."
"Where's this first victem at?"
"Ah doon't knoow yet. Ah was at the Temple this morrnin' teh find oout when Kywyn came in with anotherr victim -- Missus Toadfoot's nephew. Kywyn and Ah took Missus Toadfoot home and trried teh follow the young lad's trrrail. Ah neverr even got arround teh gettin' the location of the otherr vicitim."
Suddenly, the expression on her face looks as if a candle just lit up the darkness in her brain.
"He's prrobably at the temple with the Toadfoot lad."
She looks at Minto.
"Do yeh think they'd let us in this late and..."
"I'm sure they will let us in. And if the victem is awake, they'll let us interview him as well."
"To the Temple then. "
Neb walked onto the street and looked around. "I think I will start off looking around the market place. There is a forge near there if I remember correctly."
Neb wandered into the market place, looked around, and got directions to the Iron Wolf Armoury and headed off to find this store.
[to Iron Wolf Armoury]
Brand steps out of the Inn and into the street. He waits just to the side of the door for Dravenous to come out, when he does he starts off towards the Silver Sword guild at a nice walking pace.
Don't worry about not doin too much of this kind of work before.
With a strong arm and a good head on your shoulders it isnt too difficult. Brand chuckles to himself for a second.
.oO(Heh well the halftuck mustnt have had a good head seein as he lost it.)
From the look of you I would guess you can manage yourself in a fight, am I correct?
.oO(Certainly has enough stuff for a fight... heh... nearly as much as I do.)
Dravenous nods in agreement with what Brand says. "I can use some weapons well, unfortunatly I can not use most of them. Also I am lacking the strong arm, but if we are drawn into a fight I am ready to give them all I have."
“Ohh...” he cries.
“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll sharpen that up for you,” Kywyn looks over, “That’s a great picture too.”
“It’s a flying wagon,“ Dak cheers up.
Kywyn takes Dak’s pencil and picks him up as well.
“Food first though, and we’ll go inside and eat with Mama.”
They wander down the street to find a store and return home carrying a couple of bags of groceries.
"Do you think Kywyn will still be awake? I'd hate to wake up his family."
"I don't feel like getting my face slapped off by NaShae,."
"Ah have a harrd time imaginin' Kywyn sleepin'. Ah doon't knoow that his mind finds enoough peace teh do so, though it must."
She takes in a deep, cleansing breath of the cool night air, imagining it sweeping away all tension from her body.
"Maybe we can thrroow pebbles at his windoow."
She grins in the dark.
"I may not be as accurate as Hermy, but I'm more expeiranced at throwing pebbles at windows. Back in Brannon's Run, I used to do it all the time."
"Nevver woke up the parents either."
Minto scoops up a few rocks as they walk.
"I hope Mrs. Toadfoots hearing isn't as good as runour would have it though."
"I've been told she can hear a cat whisper two miles away."
"And by the next day everyone in the city knows theres a talking cat, and all hell breaks lose."
Minto grins more.
"Tossin' pebbles at girrls' windoows, didja? And when didja ooutgrroow that, hmm?"
They turn a corner and Brodda jumps out of the way of a staggering fellow who mumbles his way past the pair.
"How many girrls arre we talkin' aboout noow?"
She giggles softly.
.o0(Different girls. I don't have enough digits for how many times.)
"And who said I've out grown it. You might want to start sleeping lighter."
Minto giggles, and then watches as the man staggers away.
"Ah'm usually quite the light sleeperr..."
She doesn't try to keep the smile from her face, knowing Minto wouldn't buy it.
They approach the Toadfoot house and Brodda stands, looking up at it.
"Ah doon't see any lights."
"They're on the top floor I think."
"Here goes nothing."
Minto tosses a rock up and down to get a feel for it, and then tosses it for the wall next to a top floor window.
"Get ready to run if Nashae pops her head out the window."
Brand says and grows silent as he heads for the SSAG.
.oO( its the best we can give but what happens when it isnt enough? I do not want another 'partner' to get seriously injured because I thought they could handle themselves when they couldn't.)
.oO(He claims to not have a strong arm, and on a second look I guess he is right he isnt built for fighting. I hope this means he's built for thinking.)
So, you say you lack the strong arm, does this mean you have a good head on your shoulders to make up for that? He asks after a while of silent thought.
"Oy. Rrright."
She takes a few steps back towards the corner of the house, in sight of the window still, but ready to dash away if the wrong head pops out the window.
"I must be out of practise."
"Once we get free time I might have to rectify that."
He winks at Brodda.
"Your room is the third one on the north, top floor right?"
She laughs lightly.
"Toss anotherrr..."
"Ok, asking him, is my trick."
"I don't know how he knew."
Minto tosses another rock .
"Marrrroc knew???"
She turns and faces the other direction.
"Ah knoow he gets all kinds of inforrmation, but of what use to him woould it be wherre in the boarrdin' hoouse meh rrroom is???"
She turns back towards Minto.
"Morrrnin' must be coomin'. The airr seems teh be gettin' warrmerr," she says, despite knowing its still well the middle of the night.
"He probably knows what color underwear you are... You l know, that might have been the wrong thing to say."
Minto winks again.
Momentarily forgetting the need for stealth, she cries out, "Minto Newberrrrry!"
As her cry echoes against the silent walls, she slaps her palm over her mouth and moves into the shadows in the event anyone heard her.
"Well if that doesn't get his attention, then the pebbles won't."
"I think you need a refresher on being stealthy."
Minto kisses her lips.
"Yeh need teh not be dooin' things like that. Honestly, soometime's the things yeh say!" she says much quieter.
Minto isn't fooled by her mock anger.
"Kywyn. We need teh figurre oout how teh wake him withoout wakin' the whole hoouse. Besides, there'll be plenty o'time forr kissin' and stuff laterr."
She cautiously steps out of the shadows and looks up at the upper level windows.
"Let's see if we've already made enough noise."
Kywyn opens his eyes in bed. Some noise somewhere out on the street, probably wandering youths returning from the tavern.
He slowly coaxes his eyelids shut. Just random clamor, go back to sleep.
"Minto Newberrrrry!"
This noise gets Kywyn's attention. He slips out of bed, after resting his lips lightly on NaShae's trancing visage. Pulling on a grey shirt, he moves deliberately toward the window, back to the wall to avoid detection from outside. Peeking though the curtains and window frame, he spies two figures in the dark. After his eyes adjust, he can make out the pair below.
The window slides open, and Kywyn peers down and speaks in a quiet voice.
"Out late tonight?"
"Or up early."
"Either way, theres still a lot of people trying to sleep."
"Would you mind coming down here where we can talk more quietly? We found something out that you'll be interested in."
Originally posted by Brand
So, you say you lack the strong arm, does this mean you have a good head on your shoulders to make up for that? He asks after a while of silent thought.
Dravenous deliberates for a moment on the best way to answer the question asked him. .oO(Well I am quite intelligent, but I do not want to sound too over-confident in my abilities.)
"I would have to say that I am quite intelligent for someone of my age. I know my limits, when to fight, when to talk, and when to escape to fight another day."
The guardsmen thinks for another moment before continuing on.
"But I would have to say that is no replacement for experience. By the way how much experience do you have doing this sort of work?"
.oO(Lets see... started at nineteen, and im at twenty sevennow...)
I've been hunting bounties for eight years now. I made the mistake of being cocky, and i have the scars to prove it. He says running a hand along his mask.
You're not cocky about your abilities, thats good, keeps your head where it should be.
.oO(Good, he knows not to be overconfident, thats a good sign. If he's bright maybe he can figure out where the lair is.
If I might ask, why did you decide to join the guard? He says befor etaking a quick look around to see if he's going the right way.
.oO(Hrm... it was this direction wasnt it?... yeah i think so, this looks about right.)
His face disappears from the window as it closes.
Two minutes later, Kywyn appears at the front door.
"Is this about what we were looking into earlier?" he questions Brodda softly.
"We just spoke t'the firrst victim overr at the temple. He too had purrchased soomethin' frrrom Loovelace. A powderr that rreveals magical aurras. Soound familiarr?"
"I did not have a lot of money when I came to the city and it was running out quickly. I needed a job in the city and the guard seemed to be a good, steady job."
Besides, certain places in town dont really like the guard to much now do they?
Brand says seeing the Silver sword guild house just a little ways ahead of them.
Well there it is, you ever been there? Brand says pointing to the building.
Seeing the building Brand is pointing at Dravenous says, "No, I haven't ever been there yet."
And I doubt they would have a problem with a member of the guard visiting.
Brand says as he takes out the coin pouch given to him from the clerk at the guard hous eand counts out fourteen gold pieces and places them in his own belt pouch.
When they get to the guild hous e Brand walks in through the front door.
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Kywyn loosely crosses his arms in front of him in the nighttime ambience and leans back against the near wall. His yen for visuals not dampened by the dark, his eyes wander the play of shadow and not-shadow in the street as he talks.
"Lovelace's wagon should be on the road heading north tomorrow... she said she would be easy to catch. We could even set up there and wait for the wagon."
"What are you planning to do? She seems unaware of the danger in her powder, or that could just be part of a greater act," remarks Kywyn.
"Ah see two possible paths forr us. Meh prreferrence is teh tell the city guarrd aboout the thieves and wherre the find them."
She gives a resigned sigh.
"But Ah fearr it woould take too long teh convince them and get them moovin'. The otherr chooice is simply teh rreason with herr teh rremove the magical powderr frrom herr inventorry. Ah doon't think she rreally wants the guarrd frrom each city she visits the close theirr borrderrs t'herr if they everr see herr again. It woould put herr oout of business."
She looks up at Kywyn's shadow leaning languidly against the wall, then turns her gaze to Minto, waiting for their input of thoughts.
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"I'm a bit confused about the powder," Kywyn stands up straighter, "She seems to use it in her presentations and is around the stuff a lot, but she hasn't gotten sick herself. Unless she is just very careful with it."
"Ah doon't knoow. We can get a packet of the powederr frrom herr and have it analyzed teh find oout just what it is thoough."
She looks around.
"Kywyn, woould yeh be willin' t'accompany us teh meet them?"
She looks at Minto and sees his nod of approval.
"The Doctor seemed open to talking with me again. At least it doesn't have to start as a conflict."
"Were you thinking of going out in the morning? This shouldn't take too long, should it?"
She stretches and looks around, returning her gaze to Kywyn.
"Alrrright then. We'll see yeh therre. Um, thank yeh again, Kywyn. Yeh've been grreatly helpful on this one."
"That wouldn't be a bad way to go either... but could we find her before she leaves?"
"We don't want to confront her here if she has a poison powder that can be thrown into the wind."
She yawns and fails stifling it.
"But a cooupl'a hourrs sleep woould be good."
"If she can't be found by mroning, the north road can be our default point anyway."
"Where should we meet then?"
"I'll go wake up the boys, and see if Hermys home yet."
Kywyn steps back to the apartment entrance.
"I'll see you there."
"So farr so good. Now, forr that kissin' Ah prromised."
She stops and gives him a good, long kiss, then turns with a smile and continues walking.
"It's a shame we need to get sleep before setting out. Four hours isn't much as is."
"But we could probably save a half an hour or so in the morning if we spent the night at the Blue Pumpkin."
"That was meh thoought exactly."
Then she picks up her skirts and makes a dash for the inn, laughing.
"We need to stop by the guild first to get the boys out searching."
"It'll only take a few minutes and its on the way."
Taking her hand, Minto walks quickily towards the guild.
Holding hands with Minto, she follows him to the adventuring guild.
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Some things about these tunnels.
They are rather small, fit for halflings but not some onemy size, I nearly had to bend double to walk through them. You might not have as hard a time.
There were three tunnels that I found. The first tunnel leads to the Halfling bathhouse, well a door hidden in a wall. You may want to check that out.
The second leads to an unused sewer, which has a grate that comes up near the market square.
The final one had been blocked by a large rock so I didn't bother to examine it any further. Brand says as they walk.
I think you will need to keep on your guard int he slums, I'm not sure if the people there care much for the guard or not, and I don't want to take chances. Brand's face grows dark and he becomes silent as he says the last few words.
.oO( I took chances last time... nearly cost Tyros and Nige thier lives, I will not let that happen again.)
Before the sun rises again, Kywyn is getting dressed and wondering exactly what he is supposed to do. He glances in a small steel mirror as he finishes getting ready, and a part of him inside is a black beast writhing and hissing, telling him what he needs to do.
Kywyn blinks, and the imagery is gone, some figment evanescing on waking vapors. Where would that conception come from, he wonders. It's been a long time since he envisioned the dark touch as some separate entity within, always vying for control. Kywyn thought he had settled that internal dispute when he learned to give the shadow shape as the Hex Tongues during the Jackal War. It came to him amidst the carnage that his visions aren't things to be fought but are just images in the brain like any other. No reason to value or fear the one over the other.
Sitting on the bed, Kywyn looks to the closet where his black suits hang. He shakes his head to himself as he tightens the straps of his gauntlets over his bracers. Lovelace would better recognize him in his off-white attire.
Kywyn's inky frog familiar joins Kywyn by hopping to the man's satchel with a quiet chirp.
After speaking with NaShae and Dakarai, and leaving them with much love, Kywyn heads out of the Toadfoot Apartment for the appointed meeting place of the Blue Pumpkin Inn.
.oO(Why would they choose a bathhouse of all places to connect to the tunnels.)
"I agree with you we should try to keep a low profile while we are here."
"Once we are out of sight we should be able to discuss our next move in more detail." As he says this he runs his hand over his sickel and looks around him.
.oO(I would like to get a look at the rock. I don't want to search the bathhouse for the stolen items.)
Brand finds the house and goes inside and up to the entrance to the steps.
.oO(Shoot, I only have two torches left, I probably should have brought more.)
It's rather dark down there, I only have two torches but I think that should be enough. Brand says dropping his pack and pulling out a torch and his flint and steel.
So, should we think up a plan now or just pick one and see what happens? Brand says striking his flint sending a few sparks flying, failing to light the torch.
.oO(hrm.. come on you..)
Groaning slightly Dravenous continues, "Otherwise we should go to the bathhouse, I don't think we will find anything by the marketplace entrance."
Alright, lets go look at that rock first then. I Didnt even go up to it, just sorta saw it and turned around. Brand says as he leads the way down the steps to the tunnel entrance.
.oO(Ugh... i hate this smell...)
Brand walks ot the three way tunnel split
Rotten place this is, terrible stink, hard to get rid of too.
This one here is the one with the rock. Brand says as he leads Dravenous down the tunnel. AFter a long ways of walking they finally reach the end of the passage where the large rock is blocking the tunnel off.
See what i was sayin? Just a big ole rock. If ya wanna have a look take the torch with ya to see better.
He says holding the torch to Dravenous.
Dravenous takes the torch in his hands and gets next to the the large rock. "Thank you."
As Dravenous looks at the rock searching for any odd features Dravenous thinks out loud. "I am wondering what reason they would have to move a boulder into the tunnel other than to hide something it does seem like an horrible bother to move it in here if it isn't supposed to do anything."
Search +3 untrained / Taking 20
After several minutes of close examination of the boulder's surface, how it fits into the tunnel, and the tunnel surrounding it, Dravenous discovers this boudler is a fake.
After further examination however he realises he cannot find a way to get around it or to get it to move.
"I think we should try going to the bathhouse exit next, unless you can figure out how to move it."
Fake? Hrm... I dont like that one bit.
Brand shrugs his shoulder s bit.
I dont think I could find a way past it, im not very good at things liek that, I typically break down a door I cant open.
brand looks back a the boulder.
Fake or not, I'm not gonna try smashing through that.
Lets see if that door is still open heh. Brand says making his way back through the dank tunnel he leads him through the tunnel to the bathhouse, a ways down the tunnel tha air gets damp and water can be heard dripping onto the floor.
Htey cross a large puddle on the ground making faint slapshing noises as the procceed.
Brand leads him to a wooden door half covered with ckaed on dirt and muck.
There it is, my hand is a bit large to pull it open but i lthink yours may fit, there is a small sliver you can grab right down there int hat corner. Brand says pointing to a lower corner of the door and pressing himslef agains thte wall to let Dravenous squeeze past.
Noticing the changes in the tunnel as the move through them Dravenous can't help, but wonder what could be causing it.
When Brand points out the door Dravenous moves to the wall opposite him to get past. "That sounds easy enough for me to do." Quickly finding the thing that Brand pointed out the expert reaches his hand around it and pulls on it.
Knowing the options are limited Dravenous asks with a small smile on his face, "Well, we could always try knocking."
Yeah, we could knock. Coud you hold this for me while I knock? Brand says extending the torch to Dravenous.
You may want to back up a bit.
Brand gets himself ready to knock.
.oO(My shoulder is going to hate me for this, if i keep this up I am definately going to have a reputation for breakig doors in this city.)
Brand backs off a few paces and rushes the door as best he can bent over like he is int he tunnel.
"Let's foind that wagon."
Davvo leads the Horde down the dark streets to the area Brodda told them she encountered Dr. Lovelace.
They stick to the shadows as much as possible and only rarely hit each other.
That door is a lot sturdier then it looks... Brand says to Dravenous as he squats down nearly to the ground so that he can straighten out his back for a moment.
.oO(Not enough room for my swords, nor for Dravenou sto help me with it... ok one more time..)
Brand stands up and rotates his poor shoulder a bit. He switches his stance to use the other shoulder this time as he rushes the door.
.oO(Why on earth do I do things this way again?)
.oO(Oh no...)
He feels even more pain shoot down his spine as he smashes head long into the door with a loud thump.
.oO(ow..........)
He crumples up against the door and slumps to the ground and just sits there for a moment.
.oO(mmmm rest... rest good... door bad...that really hurt.)
Now that... was embarassing... He says to Dravenous with a weak smile.
Think they heard me knocking? Heh... He laughs to himself a bit, and rubs his head.
.oO(That had to hurt.)
"Yeah, I think they heard you. Either that or they are not home."
Looking down for a moment at Brand, with a small look of worry, Dravenous asks, "How badly are you hurt?"
Between the door and the two halfling guards trying to rearrange my spine my back is probably not in the best of shape..
.oO(You can say that again)
Hmm.... Brand looks at the door, at a spot near the wall opposite the hinges near the center of the door fromt he top or bottom.
.oO(Well maybe one last kick, who knows, least it isnt gonna hurt my head or shoulder more.)
Brand steps up and kicks the door opposite the hinges as hard as he can manage hoping to burst what ever is sealing it shut.
Originally posted by Hermy's Halfling Horde
"Oll roight! Ya guys 'eard what Dirkko told us."
"Let's foind that wagon."
Davvo leads the Horde down the dark streets to the area Brodda told them she encountered Dr. Lovelace.
They stick to the shadows as much as possible and only rarely hit each other.
Arriving in the semi-hidden courtyard, they find only a few wisps of straw.
There is light in a nearby warehouse office, though.
Dirkko slips inmto the shadows and stalks towards the warehouse. Once there he peaks in.
"Well, but what if the Hightower decides we were, I don't know, aiding and abetting?"
"Lila, like I said, all we did was rent space for their wagon. Nothing more."
"Theres a man an a woman in thar drinkin. An toilkin about a wagon."
Davvo nods. "Is it the roight one?"
Dirkko shrugs. "Oi didna ask."
"Go loik."
"Will ya go foind 'Ermy, Phil get ready ta go ta the Blue Pumpkin. Nige... stop poking me with yer sword."
Will heads off towards the Last Lich, Dirkko sneaks back to the warehouse, and attempts to slip in through the door.
"But that don't mean it aint 'ere."
The rest of the Horde looks at him. Davvo speaks up. "Minto didna mention it was an invisable wagon."
Dirkko shakes his head. "'e didna mention it weren't either."
"But ya don't have ta be invisable not ta be seen. Ask 'Ermy."
"Ya cin 'ide anything if ya know 'ow, an 'ave the right things ta 'ide it with. An enough space."
"Loike that straw An this courtyard.."
Davvo looks at him again.
"Yer nutts."
Dirkko shrugs. "Am Oi?"
He starts searching the courtyard. Rilla follows him.
Davvo watches and rthen points to Mick and Vivvo to help as well.
"Dirkko cin you follow these tracks?"
Dirkko shrugs again. "Oi don't know. Oi cin troi."
Davvo nods to Phil.
"Do it, Mick ya go with 'im."
"Rilla stay 'ere with Vivvo an me. Nige... Nige ya stay 'ee too, an stop poiking me!"
Phil heads for the Blue Pumpkin, while Dirkko and Mick try to see where the wagon might have gone.
Davvo nods.
]"We need ta know 'ow long ago it left. Mick, see 'ow warm it is."
Mick sniffs the manure while the rest of the Horde stands around and stiffles gioggles. Except for Nige. He just shakes his head in disgust.
"We need Mister Brand or Tyros. They cin tell 'ow fresh it is. Mick don't know near as much as they do."
The boy gushes out an answer while he pulls them along. "Nots to far. Just a few bloicks. Its in the warehouse district."
Brodda chuckles. "If yeh give me the use of meh hand back, Ah can follow yeh much betterr."
Walking quickly behind the group, Kywyn keeps his eyes open for any strangeness as they go. Minto pulls the halflings hands off him and then downs his ale. "Did you find Hermy?"
Phil shakes his head. "Will went ta get 'im."
Brodda keeps up with the halfling child, keeping an eye on her surroundings. Finally the halfling leads them to a courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, Davvo, Dirkko, Vivvo and Rilla are gathered around Mick as he pokes at something on the ground. Nige waves at them.
"'Wy! Minto! Brodda! Guy Oi dunna know! We found the wagon!"
Davvo looks up and walks over to Minto. "Actuailly, oll we found is that it was 'ere. Micks tryin ta smell 'ow long ago it left."
Dirkko joins him. "But it was 'ere. Oi 'eard soime guys taikin about it in that building there. They were worried about the 'ightower gettin them for abeedin an stuff."
Davvo nods. "An we found wagon tracks. It's got ta be the one yer lookin fer, cause whoi else would they 'ide it?"
Dirkko nods his head in agreement, as Nige scoots up next to them and points at Kywyn. "Wheres yer weapon? 'eroes got ta 'ave weapons. An yer 'elpin Minto so ya got ta be a 'ero. Is it invisable loike the wagon?"
Davvo hits him on the arm. "The wagon ain't invisable, it just lefts befores we founds out it was here."
Nige shakes his head. "Oi think it was invisable."
Dirkko hits his other arm. "Then whoi would those goiys inside be worried about 'iding it?"
"What happened to Minto? What kind of danger is he in? Where are the rest of the students?"
.o0(I hopes my bad luck aint already started ta rubs off on them.)
"Will whats goin on?"
*The smaller halfing does his bet to answr.*
"We founds her the wagon is. The one Minto tolds us ta finds before we founds you."
"What wagon? Where are we going?"
*Will points towards a courtyard where the rest of the Horde, Minto, Brodda and Kywyn are standing.*
"There! That's where wese going!"
*Hermy dashes ahead, and looks at Minto.*
"What's going on? Will told me you was looking for a wagon?"
*Minto nods.*
"We are. Someone's spreading a disease and we think its coming from the wagon."
*Hermy looks around.*
"What wagon?"
"The one that already left."
*Hermy shakes his had.*
"Where did it go?"
"We followed the poo to the road an lost it there." *Davvo explains.*
*Hermy nods.*
"Lets me try to finds it from there. Ise got expeirance trackin."
.o0(Nots as much as Major hads though. He coulds follow anything, especially when it smells.)
*Hermy has Dirkko show him the trail and tries to follow it.*
"Come on boys, I'lls teach ya how."
*Minto looks at Kywyn and Brodda, as Hermy and his Horde start searching..*
"This could take a bit, tracking isn't easy. Maybe we shoud talk to the people who hid the wagon. Make sure they aren't affected."
He follows the halfling's lead.
"Ah'm thinkin' we shoould head therre noow. We knoow they werre plannin' teh leave the city this morrnin'. Clearrly they arren't herre."
"If they left last night we are going to need mounts to catch them."
"If they left this morning we can catch them on foot."
Minto approaches the warehouse and knocks on the door.
"Hello? Is there anybody in here?"
.oO(This seems like a silly waste o'time. We shoould just head up the norrth rroad. They coouldn'a left herre too long ago. It's barrely dawn.)
A yawn threatens to sneak up on her, as if to prove her point, but she manages with some difficulty (you know how yawns are) to swallow it.
As Minto knocks on doors, she moves into the alley to inspect it more closely, hoping to find some clue as to how recently the wagon vacated this space. Assuming this is the space they were in last night.
Originally posted by Brand
Hmm.... Brand looks at the door, at a spot near the wall opposite the hinges near the center of the door fromt he top or bottom.
.oO(Well maybe one last kick, who knows, least it isnt gonna hurt my head or shoulder more.)
Brand steps up and kicks the door opposite the hinges as hard as he can manage hoping to burst what ever is sealing it shut.
As Brand makes another attempt to break down the door Dravenous silently contemplates other options that they have. .oO(If trying to break down the door will not work, maybe if I found a way to secure my rope to the door we could then pull with our combined strength to break the door. I was really hoping that if we could get in there we would find the stolen items, but hiding a large amount of items inside a bathhouse sounds risky at best. I don't really believe that he would hide anything there.)
The expert continues to try to work out this problem in his mind. .oO(I think he would have hidden it behind that fake rock. Maybe if I searched the cave further away from the rock I would find the way he opened it. Unless the rock is meant to be removed from the other side.) Considering this, Dravenous lets out a small groan.
.oO(Whatever we do we should try to get out of these tunnels quickly. We would be at a disadvantage if halflings attacked us in these small tunnels.)
"Huh? Who's there?" calls a voice from the warehouse office. A peephole slides open in the door, and a flash of light is blocked as the man's head moves into place to look out.
Minto smiles and bows.
"Good Morning, Sir! My name Minto Newberry, Bard Extraordiaire! I was to have an early morning meeting with a client this morning here in the alley next to your building. I believe she may have been in a wagon. We must have had our times confused, as she no longer seems to be here. Might you be able to tell me when the wagon pulled out? I don't imagine it was very quiet at all."
The bard smiles.
"It's a matter of what it's worth to you."
"I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."
"How's five goold forr yeh? If... its the inforrmation we need. Two goold noow and anotherr thrree afterr his meetin'. What d'yeh say?"
She pulls two gold coins from somewhere in her skirts and holds them out, just out of reach of the man.
"Will that suffiice? If not, then I'm sure something can be arranged that will."
"Perhaps you recognize the halfling down the street? The one in the red pants?"
"The bigger one in red pants. That would be Sir Hermy Woodhome. And he'd be very grateful for your assistance."
"You have heard of him haven't you?"
Originally posted by Dravenous
[i]As Brand makes another attempt to break down the door Dravenous silently contemplates other options that they have.
Brand is still unable to get the door to open. The sounds of things being braced against it on the other side are obvious to the guardsman.
Especially when someone shouts through it. "Get away from here or we'll call the guards!"
Heh, ya hear that? They are gonna call you if we don't leave. How funny. Brand says with a false laugh.
I'm gettin a bit tired of being down in these tunnels, how about you? Brand saiys rubbing his lower back with his left hand.
.oO(Wonder if the mithril shipment has arrived yet.....)
"Do you want to go to through the third tunnel and get outside that way. Or do you want to go back to the main entrance?"
Originally posted by Brodda
Brodda grunts and steps forward.
"How's five goold forr yeh? If... its the inforrmation we need. Two goold noow and anotherr thrree afterr his meetin'. What d'yeh say?"
She pulls two gold coins from somewhere in her skirts and holds them out, just out of reach of the man.
"Five gold, but I want it all up front."
He eases the door open, glancing around.
"You drive a hard baragin."
.o0(And I tend to complcate things.)
"How long ago did they leave?"
"And did they say anything about being in a hurry?"
"They left last afternoon, right after their show went bad. Said they didn't like the look of things.
She asked for directions to the north gate, but when they pulled out she went right instead of left."
"I lost the tracks at the road just likes Dirkko did."
*Minto looks at him.*
"It went right, yesterday afternoon."
*Hermy stares at Minto for a few seconds before responding.*
"Wow, bards really do know everything don'ts they?"
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go find that wagon an stop them from... from doing whatever it is wese stopping them from doing."
"Spreading a sickness around."
"Ok, Let's go find that wagon an stop them from spreadin a sickness around!"
*Hermy calls his students over.*
"Youse guys dids a good jobs tonight, but now its times ta lets the grown ups handle things."
"Goes backs ta the guild an tell Volos ya earnded a special dessert, an then catch some sleep."
"I'lls be backs before ya even notice Ise gone."
"Yeh'rre surre... Ah mean... they left..."
Her face relaxes as she shakes her head in a "nevermind" gesture. She smiles and thanks the man, then turns the opposite direction and whispers in Minto's ear with a resigned humor.
"Ah hate bein' wrrrong."
Then in a more serious tone she adds, "Ah'm in yeh'rre debt. Thank yeh."
She takes several steps away from the building and tries to make herself remember not to be so trusting.
"But now we know which way to go. Right."
Minto stretches, "And right leads to the west gate, not the north gate."
"Lets head that way and we'll see if the gate guards there remember seeing them leave, and in which direction."
"Somehow I suspect it won't be north."
Hermy pipes in. "South I'd bet. Its the tricky thing ta do."
"Kinda likes they went right instread of left."
"Of course a real tricky guy mights want ta try ta trick ya inta thinkin theys tricky by pretendedin ta pretend ta go the oppisite way, but I guarantee you Ise trickier then them an won't fall fer that trick."
Minto raises his eyebrows. "So you think they're only making it look like they are going a different way then they told Kywyn, just in case he thinks they are trying ta deceive them?"
"Nah, theys going south. None offense Kywyn, but
I don'ts thinks theys gunna try ta double trick ya You don'ts looks near as mysterious when ya aint all in black. They probablys thinks yer just a normal guy."
"They probably don'ts knows Ise on there case now or they'd be tryin ta trick us more. But it wouldn't matter anyhow."
"They cin pretend ta pretend ta pretend ta pretends all they wants. They can'ts confuse me with amauter tricks."
"Now lets gets a moving."
Hermy starts off towards the west gate.
"Minto, if they left rrright afterr Kywyn and Ah left them yesterrday, how farr d'yeh suppose they've gotten? Ah doon't imagine we'll catch them on foot."
She sighs with resignation.
.oO(Ah'm gettin' too good at that soound. Ah need teh get it t'getherr.)
"We'd best get soome moounts. D'yeh think Ah might borroow CrrimeChaserr frrom the guild? He's as fine a pony as any Ah've everr rridden."
"And it might be best if we make sure the boys make it back with out... trouble."
"I don't fancy a long walk either."
"We can get Crimechaser, Big Ivan, a horse for Kywyn, and..." He looks at Hermy, "Cog the Dog, or Doggie Lan for Hermy to ride."
Hermy shakes his head. "Ise gots y magic boots, I don'ts needs a mount."
Hermy moves ahead of the rest of the group to try and keep them from seeing the pained look on his face.
Minto sighs. "Mounts for the rest of us then."
He starts towards the Silver Sword.
.oO(Poorrr Herrrmy. We've got teh hurry up and find his da. Just as soon as we take carre of this.)
She turns her attention once again to the matter at hand.
"Good. Maybe we'll find a betterr name forr that pony on this rrride." :D
He moves along with the group.
"Perhaps."
"I'm not sure iwhat the spare horses are named, we might need to come up with one for the horse Kywyn will be borrowing as well."
The group reaches the Silver Sword, and Minto hurries them into the stables.
After a brief conversatio with Tiv the satble boy, Minto's dog, Crimechaser the Mule, and a big brown mare are saddled up.
Tiv packs a bit of food into each mounts saddle bags, and Hermy places the sammiches he got from the Last Lich into Big Ivans bag.
And then the group heads towards the west gate.
Originally posted by Kywyn
"So this won't be as simple as we thought," Kywyn half-questions to Brodda.
Brodda nods, agreeing with the assessment.
"Ah'm noow enterrtainin' the thoought that she may not be as easy teh rreason with as Ah thoought."
Once at the Guild, she helps out where she can. Once outside the guild, she finds she's quite anxious to catch up with Dr. Lovelace. She tries hurrying the group along.
"It wouldn't be practical to split up to check all the gates would it?"
Hermy nods his head in agreement. "Ifen they didn'ts go through the west gates then we'll checks the southgate next."
"They hads ta go through one of the gates, ya can'ts sneaks a wagon over the walls."
"Even if they goes through the last gates we check, we'll still be ables ta catch them."
"The things about wagons is, theys carries a lot of stuff, but theys slow. An wese got the advatage in that's theys don't know thhat wese fallings them."
"They won'ts be in near the hurry we is."
"The sooner, the better, then."
Kywyn observes Hermy as they near the first gate, wondering what he has been up to as of late.
"Hey! Hi! Gerald! Wese off saving the city an stuffs likes that."
"Has you seen a wagon go by here yesterday afternoons?"
"A big wagon."
*Minto nods and then looks to Brodda and Kywyn..*
"I think a better description then big might help out here."
I don't work the afternoon shift, sorry Hermy. But I've seen plenty o' wagons this mornin'. All the farmers, ye ken, bringin' in the stuff fer market."
"You don'ts has any records of stuff likes that do ya?"
"Or knows who was here yesterday?"
"Wese gots ta finds that wgon, and as soon as possible."
"With all the wagons coomin' in teh the city, any trracks Lovelace may have left yesterrday arre likely obliterrated.
"Did you say 'Hermy'? The one them songs're about?"
"Yeah," Gerald says. "He helped out my cousin, Miss Cuwen."
"Huh. Well, I was on the South Gate yesterday, workin' Bart's shift for 'im, an' I saw a crazy wagon kinda like them Travelers use go out. Fella drivin' coulda been the one you described."
The dwarfess chuckles lightly to herself as she looks at Hermy.
"Well, it looks like yeh'rre the smarrtest of us all, Herrrmy. Didn't yeh say she woould have gone soouth? While we werre all trryin' teh figurre oout what teh do?"
Holding onto the saddle, Kywyn tilts his head to gauge the time of day. He adjusts his offwhite shirt at the shoulder where his satchel strap has bunched up the cloth slightly.
He looks to the others as he gets ready to move out again, "South, eh?"
He smiles at Brodda. "Its not too hards ta figure outs what bad guys are gunna do. They thinks theys clever, but theys not. The smart guys are the ones who do the right thing. "
Minto looks at Brodda and Kywyn. "Travellars. Hermys wife spent sometime with them. Charming people. And great muscians...Well what are we waiting for? Lets follow that hero."
Minto spurs his dog after Hermy.
Hermy reaches the Southgate and passes through it, looking down the road leading from it.
"Theys gots a big heads start, but we'll catch 'em."
"Wese gotta."
I say we should go back out the main way, wouldnt want anyone getting the wrong idea.
Starting to walk back down the dark tunnel he adds,"Well, I will be glad when I can stretch out."
Ugh, so, have any thoughts about what we found down there today?
His thoughts return to his inability to find a way behind the false rock. .oO(I can't even find a way into the thief's hideaway. What use am I...)
He continues, "There must have been a lever or some other way to remove it. It's there somewhere, but he has hidden it well enough that I couldn't find it. We might not be able to find it by ourselves."
Originally posted by Lucian Risk
Lucian leads Esmet to the park, one hand leaning on his walking stick while the other holds the rest of his crepe.
With some light conversation and a few chuckles, the two half-elves finish what remain of their crepes. A halo of dandelions is ceremoniously plopped on the young man's crown.
Then stretching wearily, Esmet declares she will return to the boarding house for a nap. Smiling, she bows to Lucian and takes her leave.
Neb walked onto the street and looked around.
I wonder where I can get a good drink... she thought.
Didn't I pass an inn when I was looking for the armory? Lost Itch Inn? No that doesn't make sense... but it was near the market place.
Neb headed off to the Last Lich Inn, despite not quite remembering its name.
[to Last Lich Inn and Dwarven Spirits!]
Esmet glances down two different streets and hurries down the latter.
To the Iron Wolf Armory