You enter a huge oval room. A long bar dominates the back wall, with stools in front of it, with bottles arraying the back wall. On the left, private booths that can house up to 8 people line up, with heavy drapes that can be hung across the entrances, to ensure total privacy. On the right, is a small stage, where plays can be shown, or the local bards can play - near it are stairs going up, and a doorway. The rest of the area is taken up by tables and chairs, with the exception of a small area at the front, which houses a dart board and some pool tables.
To the rear of the building in a large enclosed stables, manned by a couple of stable lads.
Current staff:
- Eric: Cog's brother. About five years older than Cog, with a gloomy appearance.
- Kannan (NPC) (Bartender)
- Ran (Bouncer)
- Kal-Zakkath (Bartender/Bouncer)
(If we are not on, assume you have been served).
Price List (all prices are per person):
- Rooms: 2 gp/night
- Common Room: 5 sp/night
- Stables: 2 sp/night (per person)
- Horses: 5 sp per day (includes feed)
- Breakfast: 2 sp (free as part of 2gp room cost)
- Lunch: 3 sp
- Packed Lunch: 4 sp
- Dinner: 6 sp.
- Water: free
- Ale: 5 cp
- Mead: 1 sp
- Spirits: 5 sp
- Dwarven Spirits: 1 gp
- Wine (common): 1 gp/bottle
- Wine (fine): 7 gp/glass or 20 gp/bottle
- Wine (Elven): 10 gp/glass or 30 gp/bottle
- Tea (Mint): 6 sp
- Tea (Sassafras): 12 sp
Noticeboard
- Permanent bouncer needed. See Eric, if interested. Only those with genuine interest apply.
- Trâker fer higher, com Find Burleg, ât the Lâst Lich Inn. Prise set deepens on Job.. All so, Jem cutter, ân miner, âll job will be bidded on.
- Young Jade Lotus Monk is looking for a person by the name of Shen, regarding training -contact Ran at the Weatherby Boarding House.
- FOUND: A rag doll. Blue dress, blonde hair. Dropped near park close to the market. Well-cared for. Please ask Kannan or NaShae if your child has lost such a friend.
[The (1) in the title refers to the fact that this is the first LLI thread to appear on the new boards.]
Hi, Mr Kannon. Can I get a tea and chicory? I seem to have been asleep for awhile and I'd like that to change presently.
He drops a coin onto the counter and, as usual, burns his mouth on the tea before setting it down to cool. Eagerness never learns...
*walks into the inn with Alissa*
*stepping to the bar, she can't even manage a smile for Kannan*
We'd like some dinner and tea. And if you have any, we need some food that will keep for a few days.
*looks around the room, missing it slightly, but more missing the memories that the building holds*
Oh, hello, miss. My name's Amarandios. I saw your boy the other day and he said something about liking monkeys, so I made him this.
Presents her a reed whistle with monkey-shaped carvings inset into the body
Can he have it? I always ask parents about musical instruments because I know how loud young kids can be sometimes.
*when she looks up at the boy, there are tears in her eyes*
I'm sure he would love it.
*wipes at the tears, that are now falling*
Excuse me, I'm NaShae. May I ask your name and where you met my son??
Slience for a short second as the weight of her words and tears sinks in.
I'm terribly sorry. Did your son pass away? When children are young, that often happens ...
Oh no! At least I hope not.
*sighs softly and takes a deep breath*
He was... taken from me and I have to go on a journey to get him back. Or at least I hope I can get him back. I don't even know if my idea will work.
*slumps against the bar as the emotions take over her again*
)His first instinct is to put his arm around her and speak calmly to her, but he decides against that decidedly pubescent of means of calming a lady.
He remembers himself and his order and instead offers his help in finding her son. Nevertheless, he speaks softly, but to command her attention.Madam, that's horrible. Do you need help? I am newly finished with my work, and noone is expecting me. I am an experienced traveler, relatively so for my age, anyway. I could come along. At best, I may be able to help you retrieve your son. At worst, I can at least play my flute and tell stories to put your mind more at ease so that you might sleep, er well, whatever it is elves do, through the night.
Alissa sighs and looks at NaShae mournfully, her toe digging on the floor.
.oO(I wish Hermy and Aria were here; they would know exactly what to do...)
That is a generous offer, Amarandios. The woman with me is Alissa Woodhome. I would greatly appreciate any help in retrieving him. But it is a rather long trip. You don't have any duties that would interfere with??
*sips the tea that Kannan brought her, letting her emotions be trapped and held back again*
.oO( Blech, now it's cold -- and BITTER. Oh well, bottom's up; just the effect I'm after anyway.)
He swigs the rest down hurriedly as NaShae finishes speaking and nearly slams the cup on the bar when the taste of bitter lukewarm tea finally hits him
*cough* Eugh. Sorry. Yes. I'm totally free. The bells won't need tuned again until sustained warm weather. I'll have to find odd jobs till then anyway. Journey can be as long as it takes. When do we start, and where are we going?
As soon as I can gather the supplies. I had thought about getting a horse as the trip otherwise it is around a week away. We're going to my childhood home. My father has stolen Dakarai and is trying to use him as leverage for me to agree to marry who he chooses.
*plays with her food when it is brought, but doesn't seem to eat any*
"But, aren't you already married? Or is he going to have someone... um, well, Kywyn is fighting the orcs, and people get killed, and... no-one would notice, would they, if it weren't an orc arrow?"
I shouldn't burden you there. I have some armor and stuff of my own. You won't have to wait for me to buy it or anything. Like I said, I travel often. I take it it's just us then? We're not traveling with a caravan or anything. How much is it to rent a horse these days?
Please, don't mention that Alissa. I have enough worries about that with just him gone.
But no, Kywyn and I are not legally married. We don't think it's that important for us to be a family. It'd be nice someday, but...
*shakes her head to get herself back on the topic*
It's just us. Most of those we know have gone out to fight the orcs, including Dakarai's father and Alissa's husband. And I'm not sure about renting a horse. But if they will let us rent one, which may not be the case, I will pay for that. I have plenty. We may have to buy horses and equipment, tho. I should have the money for that, but I would prefer to rent them, as I wouldn't have to worry about boarding and upkeep when we get back.
.oO( Wow. Wonder what she's been through to think that /fast/ for such a young woman? Well, this is more than I'd bargained for tonight, but I'm certainly up for the task, at least I hope. Sounds like we'll be leaving in the morning. Guess I shouldn't have had that tea
Oh well. )Well, I'm ready when you are. I'll be at the church when you're ready. By the sound of it, we won't leave until morning, am I right?
You're right. We won't be able to leave until then. We'll come seek you there, thank you Amarandios.
*continues to pick at her food, until the sight of it nauseates her*
*turns to Alissa*
When you're finished, we can go to the apartment and make a list of what we need*
*sips her tea, pushing the food from her*
"I'm ready now."
Hastily stuffing the last of a sausage roll in her mouth, she stands and takes the basket from Kannan.
Thank you, Kannan.
*turns to Amarandios*
Thank you, again. We shall see you in the morning.
*gets her things and stands*
*leaves the inn with Alissa*
[to Elsewhere p2]
*purchases an ale and sits down at a table with them*
*spots a girl name Elise who's family lives not far from his and who he's known since he was a child*
*excuses himself and goes over to speak with her*
*his friends snicker as Elise is a very attractive girl with flowing blonde hair and rosy cheeks, and an ample... bodice...*
Hey Elise! How are you doing?
"Kieran! Hi! Gosh, it's so good to see you! I was hoping you'd show up!"
She jumps up and wraps her arms around Keiran's left arm.
"Buy me a drink? Who're your friends?"
The young man she has abandoned sits openmouthed with shock.
Those are some of myfriends from the Hightower. That's Dwem, Jak, Dex and Jayce.
*Keiran's friends nod or wave in reponse. For the most part they seem now awkward and embarrased that any attention is being paid to them (magic geeks...
)*She smiles and nods to the mage students, steering Kieran back to his seat, and sitting so close to him she's practically in his lap.
"Oh, wine, please."
She smiles at Kieran, batting her eyes, her bosom pressing against him.
"So, you're a Hightower mage, now? That's so fascinating! Tell me all about it! What do you do there?"
*his friends are trying not to stare as they drink their ales and become slightly uncomfortable. At Elise's question they all chuckle a little*
Dax: "Oh Keiran's very important! He makes sure the repair crews have something to do! :D"
Jayce: "Let's not forget the healers! ;)"
I'm not that bad...I'm just a student under Master Cione. I'm currently working on a research project regarding non-magical means of divination.
It's kind of frustrating actually.
She sips her wine, glancing surreptitiously at the table she just left, where the young oaf is glowering.
She snuggles closer to Kieran.
*takes a drink*
how's you family doing?
Crows are very significant! They listen to the gods talk among themselves; that's why you can tell the future by watching them.
Like the old rhyme says,
One crow for sorrow,
Two crows for joy,
Three crows for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five crows for silver,
Six crows for gold,
Seven crows for a secret never to be told."
Elise's knee is pressing against Keiran's.
But that doesn't make any sense. You can't quantify that information at all. How can you be certain they are a forteller of the future? I mean I know if I say "Illumina..."
*is stopped by his friends shouting "NO!". Dax almost knocks his ale over in a panic to stop Keiran from casting in the middle of the Inn*
what?! oh yeah right... sorry
uhm... anyway. I know that if I say crtain words, or make certain gestures or use certain items, or combinations of both, I can get an effect. An effect that can be recorded and observed.
Right guys?
Jak: "I can't completely agree with you Keiran, you're forgetting there's a lot we don't understand yet. Just because we don't artificially manipulate it doesn't mean it doesn't happen. As she said it might be a matter of observing something and divining the will of the Gods from it. "
*Nods*
Good point.
She sips her wine, and occasionally presses closer to Kieran.
*indicates the one she was with earlier*
She flutters her eyelashes at Kieran.
"Now, if you wanted to walk me home, I wouldn't be saying no..."
*Keiran's friends collectively shake their heads*
"Walk me home, and I'll tell you when we get there..."
why can't you tell me now?"Well, it's private. And besides, I want you to walk me home."
OK, sure!
*to his friends* You guys ok with me going?
*his friends nod assent*
*stands and offers to help Elise up*
"I'm going now! With my Very Powerful Wizard friend. He's Very Dangerous, so don't upset him, now!"
*is cutoff as his friends say in chorus: "Yes you are!"*
:blush
uhm.. let's go Elise
(TO ELSEWHERE...)
[Ooc: To Elsewhere]
"A room and a bath please."
*The bartender mentions that the bath is included with a room.*
"That's even better."
*Thosar reaches into he coin pouch and pulls out three gold pieces and sets them on the bar.*
"This is for the room and some food when I get back from the bath."
*The bartender nods and exchanges the money for a room key. Thosar nods.*
"Thank you."
*Thosar heads up stairs to deposit his gear and get into a much-needed bath.*
*Thosar cleans thoroughly and braids his hair in one long braid. He empties his gear in his room and cleans his pack and weapons.*
Lost my shield. I'll need to get that replaced. And what's this? I still have the tanglefoot bag and two tindertwigs from the cart. Well I'm sure the city won't mind the lose, they have more things to worry about.
*Thosar yawns and stretches. He moves over and locks his door, then stumbles back to his bed.*
"Maybe just a quick nap."
*He lays down a falls fast asleep.*
*Thosar wakes with a start, breathing quickly. He glances around and realizes where he is.*
Inn.. in the city. I'm safe....for now. But for how long? What is it about those mountians? What secrets do they hold? Perhaps part of the answer lies in some text somewhere. Some answer to these mysteries. And that creature we fought, what was that thing? Some spawn of Kakodemmion?
*Thosar shivers at the thought of the dark brother.*
That will have to wait. First I must speak with Natala.
*Thosar rises and dresses then heads down stairs. After a brief breakfast and paying for another night he heads out into the streets.*
[To NMS]
*sits down and contemplates who to talk to first while eating his lunch*
Can I get some lunch, and some water, please?
She waits patiently until the food and water have been delivered, then she hands over the three silver and takes a seat at a table, leaning her staff against the nearby wall.
She picks at the food, not really tasting it, as she thinks.
.oO(Its true I haven't seen much.. Most of what I've been able to help with has been really obvious or dangerous.. The little stuff all seems to get past me really easily. I have helped, haven't I? I mean, they did promote me to corporal.. But I haven't really done much to deserve the rank since then, have I? *sighs mentally* So, how do I fix it? I mean, some of the guys in the Chapterhouse are decent enough, especially Lieutenant Gerug, but.. I'm not sure I'd want to ask them how to proceed. For that matter, there aren't really many people here who fight like I do.. and I don't like to practice with any of them at the Chapterhouse, not after that.. incident.)
She continues to pick at her food, wrapped up in her thoughts.
*he finishes his meal and stands*
Chester looks at Keiran, then at the bone he was gnawing on, then back to Keiran, then at the bone
Bring the bone with you
Chester gleefully wags his tail, picks up the bone and follows Keiran to Natala's...
.oO(So what can I do? I wasn't a guard before I came here.. Trained in the staff and throwing axes, that's all, and nothing more. Dad was the guard. Heck, mom wasn't even a guard, just a gemcutter.. Oh, Thalos, I haven't even tried to cut any gems since I got here.)
She shakes her head.
.oO(I've been too busy to even try to establish a gemcutting business. Besides, the thought of me even trying is laughable. Me? A respectable businesswoman, so far from home? Hah. Wish you could give me advice, mom... Wait.. Maybe I should talk to somebody? Yes, I should.. But Mom and Dad are back home, and I can't walk all that way again. That's a month at least! Even assuming the guard would let me leave that long. No, I can't do that.. So.. Who to talk to? Its got to be somebody I know..)
Sensandela spares her plushie a glance as she walks along the street. I've been here how long, and I still get lost?" Passersby spare the half-orc and her plushie an odd glance as they walk past. She makes assorted faces at them in reply, most of which involve her tongue and her lovely nose, until they return their blank stares to the air in front of their faces.
At length she stops in front of an inn. She looks at it, tilts her head. "Yes, plushie, it does look familiar. I think this is the place with the good stew and fruit juice."
She enters.
Kannan: That is one ale, one mint tea, and two specials correct.
Silmarwen: That is correct good sir. As she nods her head
As Kannan leaves Silmarwen turns back to Darkar
Silmarwen: Darkar tell me about you life here, your friends, and your goals.
.oO(The first two are easy enough, but what are my goals? I have never really thought about it before)
His hand goes to his face stroking his chin in thought. I suppose the best place to begin is the beginning
My life started here when I followed an aged mentor to the city much to his chagrin. I was unaware he was trying to die in peace on his terms.
I had been here a month watching people's routines and being an all around self-serving child. Practically broke since I spent every coin I got I wandered into this place the Last Litch hungry, broke, and no honest job.
In this inn I met the first of many real friends, something I had not had in about twelve years. Her name was Cas a half-elf woman who was beautiful despite missing an eye. She was the one who showed me true kindness by serving me even though I had no money.
After talking to her for a while she introduced me to her boss Cog another person who showed me kindness. Cog and some friends were to be heading soon for an investigative mission for the city soon and he included me even though we had just met and I had little experience. Another favor he did for me was helping me find employment so that I could actually find something to do besides have idle hands.
Kannan arrives and serves them their drinks and food. Definitely interested in Darkar's story she sips her mint tea and does not interrupt his words
We journeyed outside of the city far into the north to another elven enclave where we found out the goblins from the purple bolt tribe had reformed under the goblin warlord Khan.
We spent time harassing the patrols trying to learn more information, but a second patrol ambushed us while we were attacking another one.
I was spent during that fight and a dwarf named Ivan Granitehammer saved me from certain death, by charging to my aid. He earned my respect and trust. Another who caught my eye was the outlander Arnor, he burned with an inner fire that he used to protect what he cared about.
There were a few others that I met, but I did not get to know them better for a while yet. After returning to the city and reporting the information, many soldiers from the human capitol beyond the mountains arrived to eliminate the threat.
At that time I had met another named Treble a Jackal who was on a quest for monk called Egg-Shen to obtain a Minotaur's horn so he could craft himself a new drinking mug. He recruited Ivan and myself to assist him.
We did not expect to find that the Minotaur had a mate, and we were exhausted when we encountered the male after killing the female. Treble's love Kirin Ce died by the Minotaur shooting an arrow into his lung. Our group nearly all perished in that moment. Fortunately we got luck as I pulled a smokestick out of my pack and created a diversion we could use to retreat and prepare our last stand.
The Minotaur came at us but Treble imbedded an arrow deep into its chest, and the hammer that Ivan found gave a shriek of fury as it flew and felled the Minotaur. We returned to the city and Treble could not deal with his loss and killed himself shortly after returning to the city.
Darkar pauses to take a drink and eat some of his food. Silmarwen does not say anything appearing to be in thought. After a few silent moments Darkar continues.
As we returned to the city I went back to work at the inn. A young woman Aria Amberhawk came and hired me to keep her from being ambushed. She was trying to track down someone who had stolen an ever-burning lamp. I had met her when we gathered the information about the goblins. Also I had sparred with her on several occasions and admired her skills as a fighter.
Aria told me she believed that a Kirby Woodholme had stolen the lamp and killed the merchant to whom it belonged. Already she had encounter the little man, but he had allies interfere before she could bring him to the guards. My job was to watch her back. That night archers shot at her from rooftops. I chased them and found them fighting a guard. Apparently he knew of the situation as well and told me to go back to my friend.
When I returned I saw her at a disadvantage to Kirby. I fired a shot to distract him so that she could get away. Instead Aria went to attack the little man again. Stabbing her in the stomach and watching the expression on her face as she slid to the ground was a shocking experience.
Kirby turned to me and said I was not his concern if I walked away. I told him that my business with her was concluded since she was down. The little man took this as a sign to leave. Seeing that I could not treat her wounds I hurried to the church and fetched a priest to tend to her. Help for her arrived just in time.
When I went to visit her later I found out that she had died mysteriously and the church was angry that someone had brought violence inside its walls. There I met Daron Haldar who was asking me what I knew about the situation since I was the one of the few who had last seen her alive.
Upon hearing the name Kirby Woodholme he became concerned because a friend of his Hemry Woodholme idolized his older brother and seemed oblivious of his deeds. We tracked him down and took him to the safety of the Silver Sword Adventurers guild that he belonged to with Daron the current leader.
Daron thanked me and invited me to join, which of course I did since I had an adventuring spirit. Ivan returned from investigating something about poisoned bread at the spring festival. It was the calm before a turbulent couple of weeks.
Rumors of a red dragon were rampant in the city and Ivan and myself were interested, but our thoughts on this were quickly distracted. It seems that Kirby had tracked down Hermy and convinced him that I had killed Aria.
While we were talking he accused me of this outright and ran off. Angry at this lie Ivan and myself chased him down and eventually subdued him. Ivan suggested we take him to a friend of his Natala, a cleric of Ordemet. It took several hours, but thanks to Natala's quick thinking we managed only to convince him that his brother must be mistaken about me.
Cassius the second in command of the guild at the time called an emergency meeting. He had been missing for several days and this shocked many of us for him to reappear and call this meeting. It seems that he had found out the servants of Demmion were planning some resurrection of shadows and undead which had plagued the city several months before while I was out scouting the goblins.
Cassius led Arnor, Ivan, Hermy, Threfdil, and myself to a castle were we encountered scores of the undead. Many fell to our hands but there were so many more. We found the priests that were in the process of some dark ritual. A fight that nearly took all of our lives left us exhausted, but the undead rebelled against their masters and came after everyone. A mysterious voice told Hermy where we could hide and rest for a few hours.
Not having many options we did as the voice advised. It turned out to be helpful as we recovered some strength and were able to fight our way out of the castle and return to the city. I do not think anyone has been back there since. The undead have probably taken over that place by now.
This part intrigues Silmarwen and encourages Darkar for more details. Kannan brings them new drinks and takes away their finished plates
We rested and recovered our strength. However by now the rumors of the dragon were confirmed. Ivan and I planned to give the dragon a little visit. Later that day a guard of the city who had encountered the red dragon came to us for assistance in taking out the menace. His name was Raen I had met him before when Aria was attacked. Raen, Arnor, Ivan, Killum a cousin of Ivan's, Hermy, and myself went to slay the dragon as Hermy poetically put it.
We entered a cave that smelled of sulfur and burned flesh. Hermy found a strange looking wall and we prepared thinking the dragon might be behind it. As the wall opened fire erupted burning those waiting in the open and the dragon strode out to kill us. A difficult battle ensued where Ivan was caught by the full force of a fire blast that felled him were he stood. Arnor slashed the dragon with out mercy nearly cutting off one of its wings, but the dragon turned its might jaws on him and bit him in two. Hermy fired a shot that blinded the dragon in one eye and Raen used the moment to cut the dragon down, however the way Hermy tells it his shot did the dragon in. :smirks:
He pauses again and takes another drink in memory of his fallen friends.
(More to come)
Silmarwen: It seems that you have had an interesting life here to say the least. Also I can see why your father asked me to advise you some of your decision making is really awful. Insulting dragons in their own tongue. Plus some of the people you associate with are even more foolish than you are. It is a wonder that you are even still alive.
She carefully watches him trying to gauge his reactions
.oO(Sorry, sweethearts. I've got to give one or two of you up if I wanna feed my face today!)
She straightens up and strides to the empty center table and ceremoniously plops herself into the chair. There with folded arms, she waits to be served.
The bartender glances at the half-orc, decides that she's not here to cause trouble, then looks to the tables. The mood is pretty quiet. A few patrons nurse drinks together at several tables, but one man's table appears to have been given a wide berth.
Sensandela squints at the man through narrowed eyes. .oO(Why's everybody avoiding him? Is he drunk? Worse yet - is he stinky?)
As far as she can tell, he is quite sober and very well-groomed. A dark, well trimmed beard goes well with his sharp features and his hard, grey eyes.
The bartender shrugs and walks over. "Can I get you something?"
"Um..." Sensandela glances quickly up at him, then returns her gaze. .oO(Does he look familiar? Oh, whatever. At any rate, maybe he's lonely for beautiful, riveting company! Hoohoo! Maybe he'll buy me a meal!)
She beams. "Actually, could you bring a, um... not that fruit juice again, but, uh, mead, I think, to that table over there with the lone gentleman?"
Seeing where she's looking, Kannan adds dubiously, "You know Mr. Kotov?"
"Nope!" she says, grinning. "Never heard of him, but we'll change that!" She picks up her plushie from the other seat and heads for the 'Mr. Kotov.'
She leaves the bartender standing with his jaw open and approaches the grey-clad man. He sits with a cup of wine and the bones of his meal, a chicken or perhaps a quail. Idly he sips, then places the cup next to a stick resembling carved bone that has been covered in strange little markings.
He looks up at her, studying her face distantly, but saying not a word.
The half-orc notices the plentifulness of bones around the man and stills a flinch before it manifests itself. Instead, she calls a smile to her face as she stands before him. "Interesting stick, Mister..."
.oO(Name? If I recall correctly, -ov something...)
"...Asymov. Allow me to introduce myself..."
Sensandela hears a chair or two scrape as people seem to give the pair just a liiiittle bit more space now. Or maybe they simply reposition themselves for a better view. It appears to amount to much the same thing in a few cases, but most people seem to become much more interested in their dinner.
The sound grates at her nerves, and she finishes lamely, "I am Sensandela."
.oO(This isn't going too well...)
She pulls out the chair opposite him, yet his gaze prevents her from sitting. "I was wondering if you might enjoy a bit of company during your, uh..." She looks down at the skeleton of his meal. "Iwaswonderingifyouwouldenjoysomecompany."
The man continues to look quietly at her, saying nothing.
She blinks. .oO(What man in his right mind would not say 'yes' to a fine specimen of female like me? Oh, maybe it's because he's mute.) She begins making hand signs at him.
He blinks in surprise as she waves, then he calmly removes the stick from the table. "Are you al-"
"Hello, Mr. Asymerov!" she says loudly and clearly.
"...I believe you have the wrong person," he says coolly. "My name is Kotov."
The half-orc claps her hands together and bounces with relief. "Oho, you can speak! My name is Sensandela, and I was wondering if you might like some, eh, dinner company?"
By now, the other patrons are distinctly doing their best to not seem to pay attention. Kannan, however, is still too fascinated to move.
Kotov turns to glance at him, then says, "Since you are here, publican, I'll have some of the cobbler you have prepared."
The barkeeper is grateful for the instruction and departs. Then the man in grey turns back to the half-orc.
"I tend to dine alone," he says.
"'Tend to'?" she asks, arching a brow. "Is that by choice or no? I noticed that not everyone here is as friendly as I am," she says loudly, squinting at the backs of the patrons' heads. She dares to perch upon the edge of the seat. "Oh, come on. You never know, I just might be amusing!" She grins across the table at him hopefully.
.oO(He hasn't said 'no,' he hasn't said 'no.' Heh. That means it's a YES!)
"And what, pray tell, do you get out of it, [orc]thinblood[/orc]?" he asks her. "Why do you persist in bothering a wizard enjoying a quiet drink... at a quiet tavern?
Sensandela bows low in her seat, hiding a facial twitch at the name 'thinblood.'
"Why, are you a wizard, Mister... Korotokov? I didn't know that." When she straightens, a warm smile has been melded to her face. "Of course, I would 'get out of it' the pleasure of your company, but as you are a wizard, maybe you could also analyze my spellcasting technique for me while I entertain you with a few bitty spells?"
"You? A spellcaster?" He laughs brusquely.
"I suppose your magic involves making soup disappear, provided that I supply the soup, of course?"
"Of course, I wouldn't be as good as you, naturally--though I am pretty darn good," she continues blithely, "but might you enjoy a song accompanied by tiny fairies, dancing on your tabletop as you eat?" She barely controls a smirk. "And if you really want me to, I can indeed make your soup disappear, either in the traditional way or the mystical way. Which would you prefer?"
"Let us see your fairies then, child. Go on. This should be worth a bowl of soup."
Sensandela pulls out a piece of fleece from her spell component pouch. With it clenched tightly in one hand, she begins to sing softly into the center of the tabletop an odd, lilting tune. Underneath the table, she waves her free hand, splaying fingers wide as pinions on a falcon's wing.
Two tiny fairies flicker into existence, riding down to the table on the crest of her song. As it slows, they twirl into one another's arms... and spin apart, hands outstretched to their partners, as the song quickens. As the melody rises, the fairies leap one after the other over the wizard's fingers.
Beneath the table, Sensandela scissors her fingers back and forth as the fairies weave in between the ribs of the remainder of the wizard's dinner, picking up speed as they fly and leap and bound straight into the bowl of soup with a silent splash.
Fairies and soup disappear as Sensandela sits back, grinning. .oO(I should've made it splash on him, the snood. I forgot the ripples, though, didn't I?)
Kotov seems surprised that the spell works and eases his chair back, tensing slightly. He watches the fairies carefully, and then the half-orc, then again the fairies as they disappear into the soup.
He relaxes a bit, sitting quietly. Woodenly he says, "Let me see your license."
Sensandela stares blankly at the wizard for a moment. Then she folds her arms, leans back against the chair. "That's just a nice way of saying I don't get soup, isn't it!" She squints at him. "Just a way to steer away from the subject at hand, 'Where's your license, thinblood? Oh, no license, no soup, thinblood. Silly half-orc, soup is for wizzes!'"
She leans over the table, finger pointed at his nose. "Is there even such a thing as a magic license in this city? Well, I haven't got one -- 'cause they don't exist! Imaginary licenses for imaginary fairies in imaginary soup!" She begins to laugh, doubling over in her chair at the table.
Suddenly she sobers, looking fearfully over the table's edge at the grey man. "Is it a bad thing if I haven't got one?"
Calmly, Kotov produces a tube and removes the stopper. As she asks this last question, he pauses and replies, "Yes. There is a law in this city, and I am given license to see that it is observed. Otherwise, dangerous elements-"
He raises his hands, and the half-orc feels her arms get drawn behind her back.
"-such as yourself, could endanger... the common citizenry."
Judging from the pause, Sensandela suspects that the concerns of 'the common citizenry' are just an excuse.
"I also have license to decide what to do with those found breaking this law. Free reign. Where do you think I shall begin, hmm?"
"Pfffft. Yeah, like elves, soup, and song would hurt anyone," she snorts. "And hey." She attempts to tug her arms free of his invisible hold. "How're you doing this? Think you could teach me? Could be plenty useful... if any mean, nasty, grey snoods try to hurt a half-orc! I wanna speak to your mother!"
"Rules are rules, child. Examples must be-"
"Is there a problem, sir?" says a cheery voice, from nearby the pair.
Turning, Kotov can see a dwarf in the cloak of a guardsman.
"The young lady appears to be in some distress. This isn't necessary, is it?"
"She has broken the laws governing magic in this city, dwarf," says Kotov. "Hightower rules on that."
"Oh, dear," says the dwarf, looking mildly disappointed. "Miss, what did you do?"
Sensandela stops struggling to stare at the dwarf. She tilts her head to one side, studying his face, then tilts it the other way. .oO(I think his horse ate my hair once...)
Suddenly she turns and snarls at the grey man, "Oho, I broke laws, did I? You -bribed - me into casting magic! Damn pffft--BAH!" Her head droops. She glares at his feet.
.oO(I wish I was stark... raving... drunk... so I could vomit on his shoe. Stupid shoe.)
"Sir, is this true?" the dwarf asks the wizard calmly. "Did you ask her to cast the spell?"
"I didn't expect her to know any magic. I mean, look at her. Her kind isn't known for its mental prowess."
There is an audible sniff of distaste from the half-orc's direction.
"Well, now, sir, perhaps that is so, but you did invite her to cast a spell, is that not right?"
"..."
"I'm sorry, sir?"
"...Yes."
"So... doesn't that mean that you were responsible for the spellcasting, not the young lady?" :D
"Hohohohoho! I win!" Sensandela laughs with glee and dances about - an odd sight, since both arms are still pinned behind her back. However, if neither were bound, it is fairly certain her arms would be raised above her head as she crows, "And you owe me unimaginary soup!"
"Yes... I suppose I do," Kotov sighs and releases the half-orc from his hold. "My apologies, child. Kannan, a bowl of soup for the girl."
"Whoohoo! Soup!" The half-orc runs around with exultary arms held high above her head.
Eventually she pauses before the grey man and curtsies. "You are forgiven, Mr. Kortoranokov," she says sweetly, "for your mistaken comment about the mental abilities of 'my kind.' Told you I'm pretty darn good." :D
"You still require a license, you realize. You won't be so lucky if we find you performing spells again."
She squints up at him. "Is that with or without a license? You've really got nothing on me if I've got a license and I'm just playing with fairies and soup again, have you?"
Kannan hurriedly brings over the soup as well as a plate for the wizard. Kotov looks at it blankly for a second, then takes the proffered dessert.
"If it will keep the peace," offers the dwarf, "I will take the young lady to the Hightower to get one."
He grins, then adds, "After you've finished the soup, of course, miss."
Sensandela returns the grin. "Of course. Won't take long, anyway. 'Tis soup!" :D
"I suppose... that would be acceptable," admits Kotov.
"Excellent. I'm glad we could work something out without inconvenience." :D
"Inconvenience, yes," Kotov grumbles.
Somehow without spilling a drop, the half-orc inhales the rest of her soup, smacking her lips in appreciation. "Thank you, Mr. Kokorasnayov," she says happily and peers at him.
"Now that I'll be getting a license, we don't have anything against each other, do we? Do you think you could teach me that trick with the invisible arms sometime? It could be very useful to any young female, not even those as fetching as I am, in dangerous areas and situations."
He chuckles ruefully. "The Hightower falling to orcs. May I never see the day..."
"Let us leave the wizard to his dessert, lass," says the dwarf helpfully. "Some people simply prefer to dine alone. Shall we be off now?"
"All right..." Sensandela agrees reluctantly and scoots off the chair. .oO(Prefer to dine alone? That again? Even when I'm here? No, that can't be it.
)Once again, she curtsies to the wizard. "Thank you for your presence at dinner, Mr. Kakarakanokoroyka..." She shuts her mouth and beams. "Mr. Wizard."
Finally she runs off, leaving the grey man alone at the table.
To Hightower.
Darkar: Not everyone can the correct choice all of the time, they can only hope to learn from the mistake and strive to do better the next time.
Silmarwen: A fine answer, while keeping your emotions in check. There might be hope for you yet. You have not mentioned any goals yet do, but from what you have told me it sounds as if your only goal has been excitement.
Darkar grins sheepishly
Darkar: No, you are correct I do not have any specific goals. The only goal thus far is improving my skills, and that is really not much of a goal.
Silmarwen: We will have to remedy that soon. Come now show me the city so that I can become more familar with it.
The stand up and pay for their meal and leave the inn
"Thanks for the room."
*With that Thosar leaves the inn for Weatherby's place.*
Hmmm. Miner? Yep, that's what I'm looking for. Burleg Khan. Sounds like a dwarf. Well, let's see if I can just leave word with the bartender and get in touch with him later.
*Thosar turns and walks over to the bar.*
"Excuse me. Could I leave a message here for someone on your notice board?"
*The bartender shrugs. Thosar reaches into his coin pouch and puts three silver pieces on the bar.*
"If you could leave word with Burleg Khan that Mr. Lueque would like to speak with him about mining. I can be found at Weatherby's Boarding House."
*With a nod Thosar turns and leaves.*
Ran saunters in, still going over everything Natala explained to him about bruises and how to treat them depending on what kind of body part so afflicted in his head.
He whistles a merry tune under his breath, stores the bag with medical supplies he's taken to carrying around everywhere behind the bar and goes to find himself a clean apron. Suitably attired, he goes around the common room cleaning tables and taking orders.
Five enthusiastic attempts at Short people later (sadly interrupted each time knowledge of the lyrics ran out), more singing is prevented by a rather dour-looking dwarf who's managed to figure out the words despite the slurring of speech and arguments about what verse goes were. As it turns out though, what the trio lacked in vocal abilities was largely made up for by their abilities at moving liquor and their open-minded ideas about sharing the wealth, allowing them to soon befriend the equally disposed dwarf. For the paltry sum of three goblets of dwarven spirits the last one teaches his new-found drinking buddies a song about gold, beer and acts involving both better left unmentioned.
It's not an altogether enjoyable experience for those in attendance, but probably better than the alternative of a free-for-all. An hour after midnight, Ran waves goodbye to his co-workers with a definite headache building up and some disconcerting knowledge about a few little-known dwarven habits (not little known enough by far, according to the monk).
Kywyn scans the lunchtime crowd for Gamis or Mirielle.
Greetings.
*sits at the table, scooting her chair close to Kywyn*
I hope you are both well??
Fine, thank you. And yourselves?
*fidgets slightly, while Ixchal bats at the end of her braid*
Kannan starts from behind the bar towards their table. "NaShae, can you give us an estimate for... well, how much time your mother has?"
We're fine, thank you.
*when Kannan comes back over, orders tea for herself and Kywyn and lunch*
*bites her lip*
Are we waiting for any others or should we go ahead and try to start planning??
*frowns, tilting her head*
I'm not sure where to start with any kind of plans like this. And not meaning anything bad by this, but I had been under the impression that the guild did things like this a lot and we would quickly be underway to.... wherever. Maybe I'm just worried about the time we have left.
*blushes and shakes her head*
I mean no offense. I just thought we'd already be out of the city by now.
I don't know. Do the notes indicate that she will get worse??
He asks for soup when Kannan takes their orders, then looks to Miri when Shae asks her own question.
Oh, NaShae... you must be just frantic. I'm so sorry!
*bites her lip*
She could get worse, or she could remain relatively stable... If she destabilizes, however, with the necromantic aspects it could be ... ugly.
Frantic?? I'm not sure how much time we have to collect money for Alissa and I need a mummy to help my mother.
*shakes her head*
I'm not frantic, yet. But I do feel as though we're wasting time in the city. We can do nothing here.
*brow furrows*
What do you mean?? Please tell me, Miri. What could happen to her??
She... could, herself, become undead.
*sips her tea, with great concentration*
*she blinks and stares for a moment*
What do you mean?? How...
*shakes her head*
But how can she...?? I don't understand. She's not dead. How can she be undead??
*looks at the cup in her hands, carefully setting it down again*
What was she trying to do??
.oO(I haven't even asked her these things...)
One of the great frustrations of wizardry is that none of our spells can heal. We can do many amazing things, but not heal.
It's long been felt that if any healing spell were ever developed, it would come from the necromantic school.
*looks up at NaShae*
It looks like that is what she was researching, trying to find that path to casting healing spells through wizardry.
*sighs*
Necromancy is dangerous, though, even though it is so very fascinating, because it is possible to fumble badly enough to become one of the undead. You've heard of liches? They do it on purpose...
*brow furrows and her voice goes to a whisper*
You mean my mother.... She may become a lich??
*pats NaShae's hand*
As I understand it, becoming a lich takes much more effort and planning.
But you don't know what kind. Or even if that will happen??
*stares at the table, trying to keep her breathing normally, but is starting to feel dizzy, both from hyperventilating and the shock of what she is being told*
Miri, I have to know. My son is with her. If that happens...??
*wraps her arms around herself and slowly looks up to Miri*
Well... that's a good question, NaShae.
*looks helplessly at Gamis, then back to NaShae*
It might be wise to have a cleric with her, just in case...
*she sits for a moment, not responding to anyone, until she can stamp down her panic and fear*
*when she looks up, she's much calmer, but cold and still very pale*
I'll have a letter sent, with this information, to my father. But we do not have time to waste any longer. Do either of you know where we can get both the money for Alissa and a mummy??
"I'll keep looking, and I will find something. When we get that target, then you'll see the Guild moving swiftly."
You know we'll do what we can to help...
I know. But we need to go soon. My son could be in danger and Alissa's spell won't last long, even prolonged.
*looks to Kywyn*
We'll see what we can find out today.
*when Kannan brings the food, she picks at it only because she knows she needs ot eat, but doesn't eat much*
Where are you going to be doing your asking?
Marroc has been looking for us. And the Palace may be able to give information.
*blinks in confusion*
I believe he adventured at one time. And he is able to get information that's harder to acquire.
*shrugs*
If it's not common knowledge or easily found, he can still usually find it.
*picks at her lunch, thoughtfully*
I'll only need a fifth of a measure of powdered mummy, but it would be ...safer... if you brought me a bit more than that, just in case.
How much will you need? A hand?? A leg?? The whole thing??
*holds out her hands to indicate the amount*
But then, if it isn't already powdered, I guess you could just stuff an arm into a sack.
"Getting this taken care of at the same time as find money for Alissa would be great," he concurs with Gamis, "But it seems like it would be more difficult to find an opportunity like that."
*nods to Miri, then to Gamis after Kywyn speaks*
It would be helpful to get both taken care of at the same time.
I would think you could, at least partially... Once you figure out where to look.
*eats some more of her lunch, sharing with Ixchal*
Kywyn sips from his tea and eats another portion of their meal. His eyes wander along the filled seats next to them, remembering the times before when he sat in this room.
.oO(Seregwath is the one looking at the notes. Hy'sop may not even know of this.)
*turns back to the table and sips her tea*
"If there's potential to get some gold for Alissa, maybe Aria would be interested... Perhaps Thosar, if Malifaeyr has her busy, or she's still being contrary."
Amarandios has some healing ability and is willing to help.
*thinks for a moment*
Minto does, as well. If Hermy goes, wouldn't he go??
*shrugs*
As for fighting ability, which, I think , we need... I'm not sure who we could ask.
"Hermy can more than hold his own as well. Amarandios could be good to have, yes, but I don't know if he's experienced enough to wield positive energy well... But we should definitely keep him in mind.
"Aramil might be another possibility, if we find ourselves wanting a body."
Aramil?? Who is that??
But what reason would he have to go?? I realize the guild will want a share, but I would prefer that everyone agrees to making sure we have enough for Alissa before any remaining shares are taken. If he'll agree to that, fine. But someone just out to gain money may be disappointed with the result.
The couples finish their meals, Gamis putting down the coin.
"I'm going to head back to the Church and keep looking... We'll keep you posted on what we find."
The paladin and the mage take their leave, then head out of the LLI.
Reaching into a pouch, he and leaves enough coin for the meal. Pulling on his grey cloak, Kywyn stands and readies to leave the inn.
---
[To Avowed]
Leeks and lentils today... Very nice, I'm famished.
Seeing the dwarven ale go over the counter as if it was water brought to the desert nomads, the elf is reminded of his idea to contact Zanderat's kin to start brewing ale in-house.
I have to ask Brodda how her investigation turned out. I have other things to occupy my time now, but a good idea shouldn't go to waste.
Making a mental note to have a word with the bard soon, Ran finishes up for the night and goes home to get some rest.
*He sits at the bar, quietly drinking, and reflecting on the march*
.oO(I'm glad nobody died...but Mirielle took one hell of a hit...amazing that she lived...)
.oO(Well, I came close...but hell...what else is new.)
*He then proceeds to exit the bar, going out onto the street*
Tagg found it was much harder to get from place to place without a donkey. But, eventually, he found another inn. He entered the inn, and surprisingly, it was also empty. There was a male bartender behind the counter, apparently the only person present. Tagg walked over to the bar and talked to the bartender.
So, does this place have much business? Ive been to Nobody's and it seems oddly empty... Im hoping this place will be less so, and Ive just hit at a bad time of day.
Yes, we get customer's occasionally... is there anything you want, or are you just looking for smalltalk? If you have come here for a reason, please state it now, you are wasting my time.
Uh... well, i came to see if there was any people here for me to talk to. Im looking for a hunting companion. Uh, you know, you can get Spirits for 1 sp at Nobody's...
I see you have no reason to be here. Please remove yourself from the premises.
Tagg stands up and leaves the inn, not about to come back.
[to elsewhere]
*He gives Major a pat on the head and promises to get him a treat.*
*Major rolls his eyes at being treated like a dog but doesn't ay anything about it.*
*Hermy enters the inn.*
"Hey, bartender guy. I in got time to argue or nuthin right now bou payin bills or nuthi likes that."
"I needs some bones and a bard."
"Cin you get me them or do I hafta start getting all disorderly an stuff? I don't wanta but several lifes an a death coulds be affected by this."
"Fortunately for you, your tab is clear.
But you're paying up front for anything you order, or I'll see you out the door so fast you won't touch ground until you slide down the front wall of the Palace!"
He reaches for a mug, then does a double-take.
"Bones and ... a bard? I'm not running a brothel! Buy your own bard! ...bones?"
"Ise already gots my own bard."
"But NaShae says theres a skinny bard here that I shoulds talk too about saving her mom."
"Some guy named Day. He's an elf."
"An if you didn't here I'ms a married man. Even if she is dead."
"I don't need no brothels."
"Just bones fer my big hungry dog."
*He glares at Kanen.*
"Sose is that Day bard here?"
"An is my dog going to get his treat?"
An' if you want bones for your dog you can bloody well hand over the coin for it!"
Kannan wipes the counter with angry swipes.
*But not before getting in a last word at the bartender.*
"Well, I'd rather pay fer bones then fer yer stew. Its hard to cooks bones wrong."
*Hermy approaches the elf.*
"Is you Mister Day? NaShae tolds e you mights be ables to help her, if you is him. "
The bard looks up at Hermy.
"Day? No... my name is Thindae. You know Lady Na'Shae? She's in trouble?"
*Hermy frowns.*
"No, NaShae aint in trouble. But her mom is."
"She has some kinda sickness thats gunna kill her ifen we don't find a mummy."
"So NaShae an Kywyn an Gamis is reading all the books they cin find about mummys to try an finds one."
"But my bard, Minto said that we'd be more likely ta finds information about mummys in a song."
"But him an Brodda don't know any abhout mummys."
"NaShae said you mights know some since youse an elf. And old."
"So you might know some old songs."
"Do you?"
"Well, yes, I know many songs, and some of them are old. What exactly are you hoping for?"
"Gamis says he founds something abut some guy who found a dwarf mummy in the desert that away..."
*He points in a westerly direction.*
"Do you know anythings about mummys over there."
"Or any where else."
"We aint being to picky about which mummy we finds."
Finally he shakes his head.
"I'm sorry, the nearest I can think of is a song about a girl's ghost luring travelers to a watery death."
He shrugs ruefully.
"I might have to mention it to Gamis anyhow. We can't have ghosts leading people to death it aint very nice."
"Where is this ghost at?"
*He frowns and refocuses on the current task..*
"Umm, do you know any one who mights know about mummys?"
"Or anyone who might know someone who might know?"
"Wese pretty deserate."
"The longers it takes us to finds a mummy the more likely NaShaes mom will turn into an undead guy."
"An the more likely we won'ts be able to rise Alissa."
"Gamuis an NaShae are good readers I'm sure, but theres a lot more books in the city then there is bards."
"An bards is usually smarter then book anyhow."
"At least all the ones Ise ever met."
He grins.
"Bards like to be around people. That's sort of what we're all about. I make it a habit to leave mummies to clerics and paladins. They're better equipped than I am for such things.
As for the ghost girl, as far as I know it's only a song."
"I know the song about me an the giant is."
"An the one about me an the dragon."
"An me an the shadows."
"An me an Cone."
"An me an the wererat."
"An me an the troll."
"An me an Area."
"Maybe theres really a ghost girl."
*He frowns.*
"We aint got time to deal with that right now, but if it aint to much of a problem coulds you please sings it a couple dozen times."
"Maybe some other heroes will hear it an go investigate."
"Or at least hear about it an tell me once I get back from mummy hunting."
*Hermy looks towards the door.*
"Well Ise sorry you couldn'ts helps me. Maybe next time you'll be able too."
*He offers his hand.*
"Ise Sir Hermy Woodhome. If you ever need rescuing go ahead an asks fer me. It's whats I do."
Comprehension dawns in his eyes.
"Oh! You're that girl's husband! The girl who... I'm so very sorry, sir, she was a sweet girl and loved you dearly. So brave, as well."
"Yeah, Ise Alissa's husband."
*A small smile flashes for a second.*
"She was brave wasn't she? How did you hear abouts her? I didn't think nosongs had been written yet?"
I was there, Sir Woodhome. When she was killed by that foul abomination of a creature. Amarandios and I had been injured by a crocodile and were resting. Alissa and NaShae were sharing the watches.
For whatever reason, when the creature showed up Alissa did not call for help, but pursued it, alone."
He sighs.
"It was... an ugly sight."
Thindae takes a long sip from his goblet.
"Umm, I 'd better get looking some where... else or something."
*He looks away briefly to wipe away a tear before it starts.*
"Thanks fer yer help though. With finding the mummy an helping get Alissa backs to me."
"I'd... better go."
"If ya members anything about a mummy wese all meeting at the Silver Sword at noon. Its woulds be very 'ppreciated."
"umm, bye."
*Hermy rushes out of the inn before Kanen can see him crying.*
*Thosar walks into the inn and up to the bar. He calls the bartender over and asks about Burleg.*
"Nope, I haven't seen him, and I'm glad."
*Thosar gives Eric a confused expression.*
"I'm sorry?"
"He's not welcome here until he can keep his temper under control."
What is he talking about? Oh well, it doesn't matter. And to think I paid to get word to him. Oh well, I'll just have to find him on my own.
*Thosar nods.*
"Thank you for your time. I'll seek him out myself."
*Thosar turns and exits the inn.*
[to SSAG]
*Tensek opens the door for Anaya smiling*
I'll tell you while we eat.
Thankyou.
.oO(He's quite the gentlemen...)
*she nods*
Alright.
Thankyou.
*a waitress comes over to the table*
Waitress: Can I get you anything to drink?
I'll have some of the elven wine.
*she looks to Tensek*
*The waitress nods and leaves the table for a short time returning with the pairs drinks.*
Thankyou.
Waitress: Would you like for me to wait a little for you to decide. or are you ready to order now?
I know what I'm having..do you know what you want Tensek?
Why don't you order for the both of us.
Alright we'll both have the rabbits tew and some bread.
*the waitress rights down the order and walks back into the kitchen*
I hope rabbit is alright. The stew is quite good.
*she smiles and sips on her wine, the sweet fruit taste filling her mouth*
*Tensek smiles and sips at the wine*
This tastes much better.
Yes it is. It's bit more expensive since it is a fruit wine, but I think it is worth it. I don't drink it very often, but that just makes it all the more special.
*she sips on her wine*
So you were going to tell me some interesting stories...
These are tales that led me to be what I am today.
*Tensek smiles and resumes eating his food.*
They are very entertaining...
*she takes another bite of her stew*
So why did you become a ranger instead of a bard? I mean you have plenty of tales I'm sure.
*she giggles a bit as she thinks*
My mentor always told me how much of a great voice I have..sometimes I wonder if I would even make a great bard, but nature has always been my first love.
*she smiles*
All the songs I know are elven songs that I form in my own head..or the songs my mother used to sing. From what I am told she had a lovely voice..
*she picks at her food*
It would have been nice to hear it...
I became a ranger because my master's were rangers...
*Tensek reaches across the table and places a hand on Anaya's hand.*
My mother died shortly after she gave birth to me and my father left shortly after her death...and I was put in the care of a high druid. I never really knew my father and what I know of my mother Castrois is who told me.
I guess I reminded my father of my mother so much that hit hurt him of his loss and he left..I don't know what ever happened to him.
My parents both died in a fire trying to save me...
*Tesek looks down at the remainders of his stew and bites his lip.*
Don't be... it wasn't your fault.
Why don't we start talking about more positive things...and enjoy our meal..
*she smiles to help brighten the mood and begins to eat more of her stew*
That's a wise idea...
*Tensek sips at his wine.*
But what?
Anything really..as long as it is positive.
*she sips her wine*
Suddenly I'm at a loss for words.
Really? I though you had plenty of interesting stories to tell.
*she smiles*
*Tensek smiles*
Searching for something else to talk about.
Oh?....Like what?
*she smiles as she takes another bite*
*Tensek's brow furrows.*
*she picks at her food a bit not realizing Tensek's hand is still on her's*
This is really good...
Yes it is quite good.
*she finishes her stew, wiping the sauce with a piec of bread and eats, taking a sip of her wine afterwards*
You made a good choice...
*Tensek finishes the last bit of his stew as he speaks.*
I've always liked the food here, and their rabbit stew is most popular.
*she sips on her wine and leans back a bit, her hand sliding from underneath his*
You have a very nice smile.
Thankyou
*lowers her head to look down at her glass*
.oO(Something feels so right with him..but I'm not sure what it is..)
*she looks up from her glass and at him*
.oO(He's so frale, yet he holds so much strength..)
*she lowers her head again and stares into the flames reflection on her glass*
.oO(I don't understand this but just being here feels so...)
*Tensek speaks the last word running through his mind loud enough just for Anaya to hear.*
Perfect...
Well I should head back to the house..walk with me?
I'd like that.
*Tensek rises and walks over to Anaya's chair to help her up.*
*smiles at Kannan*
Greetings. I have a request. The empty barrels. Would it be possible to save them for us? We're going to the desert and will need more water than usual.
"Why...? Nevermind. Y'know we have a contract with Zim the Cooper to sell the empties to him to be cleaned & patched and resold. And you prob'ly would want a clean barrel, if it's for drinking water. I think Zim sells clean, empty barrels."
Kannan wipes an empty mug and puts it on the shelf.
We need a mummy.
*nods, remembering about the contract, not surprised that she forgot with everything going on*
Oh, right. Do you know where the shop is? I've never been there.
"Turn left on Little Fish Alley, it's down and to your right, before you reach Hooper street."
.oO(A mummy?!)
"Uh, good luck with... that. Yeah."
Thank you, Kannan. I'll go check there to see if he has any ready to sell.
*gets up and heads out with Kywyn*
[to Elsewhere]
I did enough scrubbing at home, thank you very much.
The elf digs up a reasonably clean apron and ditto towel and finds a spot behind the bar, cleaning mugs and cups between serving thirsty customers.
Shortly after midnight Ran calls it a day, bids the rest of the staff goodnight and walks home.
*enters the LLI and looks around the common room for Kal*
(e) Hello again, Kal. Mind if I join you?
*she smiles*
(e) I've been good, a bit busy as of late, but good none the less. I haven't seen you since the orcs. How have you been?
(e)Well that is good.
*she pauses for a moment*
(e) I was wondering if you would be interested in something...I'm gathering a group for a task I have been asked to help in.
The task includes going out to find a manticore and bring it back preferrably alive if possible. I of course wouldn't be able to do it on my own, so that's why I'm gathering a group...mostly of people well knowledged in the wilds. I wouldn't want to bring people from the city on this kind of venture.
I've seen you fight and I instantly thought that you would be a great help in this endevour.
(e) Well I was thinking that it would be sufficient to keep it down to a point where it is alive, but unconscious, just for our safety. He wasn't specific as to what the reason was for, but he stressed that it was preferred it was kept alive.
From what I gather he studies creatures and I'm thinking thatshe wanted to make a study of it.
We wouldn't be able to bring it into the city, so I am to watch over it outside of the city, till he meets up with me.
(e) I see. Well, that doesn't sound too bad. Anyone else along for this trip yet?
(e) So far I have Donn, and a human Ranger named Tensek.
The people I would like to talk to about joining would be Tahlin and another druid name Jaer.
There is also the possibility of a dwarf that goes by the name of Burleg, but I have yet to talk to him as well.
(e)That it will be. I have actually adventured with Donn, Tahlin and Burleg, so I can account for their skills.
Tensek is new to the city..so I figured it would be an interesting experience for him to take.
*she smiles*
(e) "So vaunted troop leader, when and where do we start?"
We can all meet up here, the SSAG, or at the east gate, whatever seems to work best for everyone.
I'll be bringing Maya and possible a sled or cart of some sort so we can transport the manticore once we aquire it.
(e) Sounds like there's a plan coming together. What about keeping it subdued, such as with ropes or netting, or something? And as far as a meeting place for a starting point, I'd suggest either here or the SSAG, just for convenience, and it's an actual place to wait, as opposed to just standing around.
(e)That's true. I think the SSAG would be the best place, since most of the group is from there or knows where it is loacted. I'll need to get Maya anyway so that works our perfectly.
When it comes to how we are to keep it bound, I would think a large net with ropes bound would suffice. Manticores have wings so the net would work perfectly to keep it from flying and not injuring itelf.
(e) I would say that is mixed. I don't believe Tensek or Burleg are members, but everyone else is.
(e) I have been on venture with all of them except for Tensek, but I'm sure he is trustworthy enough.
The only one I would have a problem with is Burleg. He seems to have this fetish against elves, but he is a skilled fighter and from what Tensek tells he me he actually saved his life from an owlbear..so maybe there is some decency in the dwarf.
(e) That could be a problem. But, most dwarfs I've known, are honorable and straight forward enough that there's not really a problem and if there is, then he's showing you with his ax. We need all those that are willing to help, so if we can ignore any insults that he says to us, things should be fine. I hope.
Kal shrugs.
(e) I'm sure he would be fine. After all he would be outnumbered three elves to one and should there be a problem we could always tie him down.
*she giggles*
(e) He needs a clear head for this and shouldn't be worrying about who his companions are. Human, halfling or elf.
(e) "That would be an interesting thing to see. And then we could blackmail him with the knowledge that he was subdued by elves...his dwarven friends would never let him forget..." ;)
"Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I'm afraid I must return to work. Please be sure to keep me posted about a time and starting date for this manticore hunt."
Kal gets up, smiles to Anaya and inclines his head. He then mixes in with the crowd, resuming his job as a waiter.
Nice seeing you again Kal.
*she stands and bows her head and then leaves the Inn*
To Elsewhere
When he finds he says:
"Hi sir, I'm sorry for the short warning, but some friends of mine are going on an adventure, and I'd like to accompany them."
Eric nods.
"Fine. Be careful."
Kal exits the LLI, heading for the SSAG.
*Tahlin and her walk up to the LLI, she stops to open the door for them and then walks in, getting a table by the fireplace*
(e)"So tell me, where are you planning to hunt? With the defeat of the army, some areas could be pretty dangerous."
I don't know very much about the creatures, but I do know they like rocky areas and caves..so looking around there might help.
(e)"Alright... Rocky areas... I imagine that a beast like a manticore would be pretty easy to trace, it seems like the kind of thing peole would talk about."
Well there is that, but if the creature has never been heard of, our hunt is pretty much lost without tracks.
It's a good thing we have Llyala and Blight to help along, they would be able to get it's scent, before we would even see it.
"Who're Llyala and Blight?"
*she smiles*
Llyala is Donn's new wolf friend. I don't know how he accomplished being able to gain her trust, but he did. Quite the pair I must tell you.
*she sips on some water*
Blight is Jaer's companion, a pure black wolf. Blight is also his mount and they have a very trusting relationship.
"Is that so..."
.oO(So Donn has a wolf friend... Heh, I'll bet he's pretty happy)
*takes a bite*
Donn seems happy with Llyala, which is good. I think he has wanted a wolf companion for a while now, right?
"Yeah.... good for him."
*He digs into the meal*
.oO(This adventure has more meaning than to just capture a manticore for Verinal, but also to get to know the people I am traveling with...especially Tahlin...)
*she looks at the fire as its reflection dances on her glass and she remembers when they first met, the venture with the werewolves, and the night with the campfire*
*she smiles to herself and watches the fire dance*
oO. (This seems to be pretty high end... somewhere she'd apply at.)
He makes his way to the bar and smiles up at Kannan.
"Good day sir, an ale if you please!"
"Thanks."
"Can I get you something else?"
"Actually, I'm looking for an entertainer. Dwarven specifically, my employers are seeking a dwarf to make a good impression on some clan or another."
"...Oh."
Kannan blushes fit to light the room.
"Oh, yes, there [coughs] is another, come to think of it..."
He shakes his head quickly, as though trying very hard not to think of something.
"Name of Barda... Boarder? No, that's where she stays - one of them boarding houses. Bratter - ah! Brodda! There we go! Yes, she's..."
Kannan's face droops as he finishes lamely.
"...unforgettable."
Tagg arrives at the inn, and enters. Sure enough, a different bartender is on duty. He first looks around and assesses the area, and sees a few people littered around the main room. One talking with the bartender currently, a couple bent over the pool table and one sitting at a table. A dart board catches his eye when he scans over by the pool tables. He walks over to it, intrigued. He picks up a couple darts sitting nearby and backs up roughly 10 feet, and tries his luck. He brings back his arm and looses one of the darts towards the board. It hits the board on the outer ring.
dart
Tagg picks up a second dart with his right hand and brings his arm behind his head, focusing on the target. he launches the dart, and his dagger practice has obviously paid off, and it strikes the exact center of the board, a bullseye.
dart
He picks up his third and final dart, then readies it behind his head. He swings his arm forth, and it hits the board in between his first and second darts. Not a bad game, he thinks, and goes over to the board to take the darts out and he places them back on the ledge where he found them.
dart
He leaves the gaming area and walks over by the bar. The bartender leaves his conversation for a moment to tend to Tagg.
"Hello, there, would you like something?"
*he points over to a menu above his head*
*Tagg looks over at the menu, and decides to splurge*
"I'll take the dinner, thank you."
*he puts some silver on the counter*
*the bartender takes the money and puts the order in the kitchen*
"It'll be ready soon."
*he goes back to his conversation for the moment, and about 10 minutes later the cook summons him over to get the meal. He does, then puts it in front of Tagg on the counter*
"Anything else I can do for you?"
"No, I'm good"
He looks at the meal, consisting of a large bowl of stew, some bread, a potato, and some vegetables. It looked very appealing and a barrage of sweet aromas meet his nose. He eagerly takes a first bite, and is very satisfied. He works around to the different items, and savors the good taste. He hadn't eaten a proper meal in quite some time, and in roughly a half hour the plate was cleared. He sits back on the stool (as far as you can sit back on a chair that has no back), allowing the food to digest properly. The bartender gathers up the plate and sends it back to the kitchen. About another half hour later, Tagg gets up and leaves, after having a pleasant experience. He walks back to the boarding house, eager to plop into bed and get some sleep for his weary eyes.
[to weatherby boarding house]
oO. (Kilum Deepaxe, that's a new name to keep in mind. Now which Boarding House...)
"Yes, that's the term I'd like to hear.... Unforgetable. Do you know where she is currently employed? I tend to disfavor making house calls, I wouldn't want to intrude.
"Sure, I'll have some stew or something. You've been quite helpful. I'll 'recomend' your inn to my employers for future buisness."
oO. (Where is a local boarding house... wasn't there one run by that adventurer's widow?)
"Hey Jack, I just jumped into port and I spied that stage over there and was wonderin' if that was the main kick?"
"It's... the only stage in the inn, if that is what you mean."
"Uh... Perform on the stage? Yeah, sure, go ahead..."
He gestures vaguely towards the stage, then returns to rubbing the bartop with a cloth.
ruma tum tum
"Here's a little something I heard in Jangaton Province."
ruma tum tum tum
"Aria"
"Sweet little thing"
"Deadly as fire"
"Aria"
"Rips out your heart"
"Feed it to worgs"
"Aria"
Ruma tum tum rumma
"Hey there chick! I'd like to score me some foam, what's the damage to my mouse?"
The waitress stares blankly at Jaroo.
"You want... what?"
She walks over to the kitchen, returning with a tray holding a bowl of beef stew, a wedge of bread, and a bowl of cooked vegetables. Stopping at the bar she takes a mug of ale from Kannan, and then deposits all of this in front of the gnome, not spilling a drop.
"That should hold you a while."
She waits expectantly.
"Keep the fews and twos duchess. And, once I'm done scoffin', what's a sack go for in this joint?"
"A bed? A room for the night? Two gold for a room, or five silvers to sleep on the floor in the common room, here."
* He digs into his meal and ale. Every so often, he rattles off a line of poetry or two, as though he's composing a new tune. Once finished, he heads up to his room. *
"Here's a little something inspired by a tale by the cat who's really got his boots on. Kilum Deepaxe."
Rumma tum tum
"Dray-gun... whao... Dray-gun"
"Big as a house"
"Fire and claws"
"Rip off your flesh"
"Burn you to death"
Rumma tum tum rumma
"Dray-gun... whao... Dray-gun"
"Heroes they try"
"Some of them die"
"Dray-gun get killed"
"Quest be fullfilled"
Rumma tum rumma tum
"Dray-gun... whao... Dray-gun"
"Dray-gun... slayer"
"Hermy the "Dray-gun"
"Slay-er"
Rumma tum rumma tum tum
* Jaroo waits for the smattering of applause and exits the stage. He goes to his previous table and orders another meal. He sits, eats and enjoys the ambiance of the place. *
I might as well grab a bite before the place gets busy.
Keeping an eye on the common room while eating his soup, the elf explains to Kannan he'll be gone for a few days and that he's arranged for a replacement as usual.
"Hey there hep cats and all you squares. What say I get this joint jumpin' with some stuff that will really blow the roof off this place."
* He launches into a beating of his bongo. Nice and slow at first and then he picks up a tempo. Once the tempo seems about to explode, he stops... *
(Perform 18)
* He waits patiently for the smattering of applause. *
I haven't seen that one before, I think...
As the newcomer breaks out his drums and starts a set, Ran leaves his bowl for what it is and follows the performance.
A bard of some sort? He's not bad. Not bad at all, but his style is certainly... unusual. It might take a while before the audience warms up to it, I think. Did Kannan hire him, or is he one of the guests?
After the piece, the elf adds his clapping to the applause from the customers.
Catchy...
"Good evening, master gnome. My name is Ran."
The elf accompanies this with a bow.
"Are you passing through, or will you become a permanent fixture at the inn?"
"Like wow man, are you for real? Cause you are like something else with the way your beating up the gums man."
Ran looks a bit dumbfounded, but keeps a polite expression on his face.
I'm not going to have to knock him out like those halflings, am I? He looks harmless enough, but I can never tell with these little folk, and he sounds a bit crazed...
"Like woah, pops, that made my head spin. I gotta remember to slow down before I spout off with that lingo. My friends call me Jaroo."
* He holds out his hand. *
"Slip me some skin daddio!"
"Nice to meet you, Jaroo."
Strange but inoffensive, it seems. And he speaks elven. You have to give those not of the blood who do credit for that.
"Do you make a living with those drums?"
* Jaroo goes on to tell him that in a pinch he does work for apothecaries if need be, but when it comes down to it, he'd rather be living just playing his bongos. (Or, as he put it, beating the skins.) After a "good" conversation, he offers to buy him some foam (ale) and then he plays him a little beat with a song he wrote. Then he kicks back and enjoys the ambiance of the place. *
I was thinking the place needed something to liven up the atmosphere the other day. He may not be what I had in mind, but that doesn't mean his presence won't help. We'll see how the crowd takes to him. At least he's friendly, if more than a bit confusing.
"The owner of this place pays his protection money with no troubles, so we don't bother it. If there's a customer we have an issue with, well... don't make a scene."
A few minutes pass by.
"You have more strength than I'll ever have. You don't know how lucky you are, in that," she says after their food arrives. "We can go as soon as we've eaten, if you like; you need to know how to find at least one more of our safe places, in case you need it, and I can show you that. Is there anything else you'd like to see, while we're out?"
*while gently tapping mask, he raises his ice cold eyes up too Tareh*
This fortune teller/healer you told me about...is this person far from here?
*pulls his scarf and hood back up*
I would like her to look at somehting for me.
Tareh eats most of her food, and pushes the rest away.
"I can show you where to find the place. I'd guess you probably don't want me to come there with you, though -- am I right? I can wait nearby, or we can pass by so you'll know where to find it later. Up to you."
She leaves coins for their meals, and an adequate tip, on the table, and leads the way out.
[to NMS]
Eric mentions something unclear about the basement but assures him everything is alright, so after a quick talk with the rest of the staff to say hello, Ran tells them he'll be back on duty as before and will see them tonight. That taken care of, he now goes to the Silver Sword headquarters to report, if Mirielle hasn't already done so, and see Volos about the money recovered from the dragon's lair.
The warm air reminds Kywyn that the seasons are still shifting, bringing the dreaded heat of summer soon enough.
Stepping past the people on the street apathetically, Kywyn reaches the Last Lich. He runs his fingers along the rough, light-colored wall as he considers the history he has built in such a short time here. How could this place seems so different now?
Quietly he makes his entrance and slips to a table along the edge of the interior wall. He watches the patrons enjoying their festivities from a distance. Ordering a cup of tea when asked, Kywyn lets it cool while watching the vapors rise.
*hurries into the inn*
*she looks around for Kywyn, spotting him at a table close to her*
*quickly moves to him and sits close*
*kisses him*
Hi, beloved.
*orders a tea and sits with Kywyn*
"Haven't been here for a while, eh?" Kywyn says wistfully, seeming to think on times past, "You sat there, and I sat there..."
He dismisses the thoughts with a single blink.
"Did you find what you needed?"
*nods*
I did. Well, maybe some other clothes. Though I guess I could wear my old pants and the top part of Anaya's outfit that she died before getting. I still have it.
It would be not my usual clothes.
"Did you still want to check for Mirielle again?"
We should. At least to find out how everything is progressing.
*sips her tea, then whispers*
I'd like to know that before I have to go.
[to Elsewhere]
"Red wine and meat... cold.. that is all.."
He puffs slowly and stares deep into the flames. The barmaid shivers and gets his order.
"Would you like a table? Or one of the private booths?" she asks, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
"A private booth would be nice. As a matter of fact, I have one in mind, if that's ok."
*With a nod from Natala, Thosar guides them to the booth directly left of the entrance. He allows Natala to sit first where she will and then sits down across from her.*
"The other booth can catch some noise from the kitchen. Besides, this one has seen me through in the past."
*After a smile Thosar waves for a barmaid.*
"What would you like?"
"Mint tea, and... something warm, it's getting chilly outside. Stew, perhaps."
She smiles.
"You were going to tell me about the fortress...?"
"I did. Though remind me to ask you about your upcoming journey as well."
*Thosar glances around the inn, seeing a few people here and there, before looking back at Natala.*
"Did I ever tell you about my previous journey to Undeath Keep?"
*He quickly adds.*
"I'm sorry that I keep calling it that. I don't know the keep's true name and that title is quite appropriate. If it bothers you I could call it something else."
*His hands lay on the table, fingers occasionally tapping or entertwining. He seems calm.*
"No, I've not heard the tale. And the name doesn't bother me; I take it you faced many undead there?
"It seems sensible to call a place by its most notable feature, after all."
That thought -- that undead are the most notable feature of the place -- does bother her, but she tries not to let it show in her face.
"Yes, we faced many."
"Our first mission there could have easily ended in the death of all those that went. We encountered not only undead but a cult of demmion worshippers. We battled our way into the keep through many undead and after decending a few levels we discovered a room full of their priests. We were interrupting some kind of ritual. After destroying them the undead went crazy and started killing everything. We were able to escape because Hermy spoke to some kind of spirit that informed him of a place to rest so we rested and then escaped through a hidden passage."
*Thosar pauses as the drinks are brought. After a nod to the barmaid and a sip from his mead he continues.*
"Most of the undead at that time were zombies, though from what I've learned since then, powerful ones."
"Needless to say we barely escaped with our lives."
*Thosar stares at his mead for a moment, though his eyes are far away. After a moment he takes another sip and focuses on Natala.*
"The reason we went there in the first place was because Cassius thought it was the source of the night of shadows and that another night might be coming."
"That must have been averted because there was no second night of shadows."
*Again with the strange look. Absentmindedly he asks.*
"Any questions so far?"
"There was another night of shadows coming, an effort to bring it back... to bring about a permanent night of shadows. Here, in the city... Ordemet may know how far it would have reached, but I do not."
She swallows, ignoring her tea.
"I don't know if... that effort... was connected with what you found there before, though. It would have been at almost the same time."
She looks down, lost in thoughts of what happened just over a year ago.
"That effort, and the thwarting of it... that's what got Daron 'killed.'
"He's back, though. I... thought you should know that. It seems he wasn't really dead, not like you..."
.oO(Or like me.)
The thought carries with it some pain, at the memory that Daron was not there for her as she had been for him, after...
"His soul had been stolen, and imprisoned."
She sighs, and looks up again to meet Thosar's eyes.
"So much has happened, hasn't it."
.oO(Your pain. I can see it. I don't know what he meant to you before. I think it's best I don't know.)
"Yes, it has."
*Thosar looks at Natala's tea.*
"I don't know the specifics about his death but I know enough not to ask. I don't think I want to know."
*His gaze moves up to Natala's.*
.oO(Do I want to know about her and Daron? If I do, I don't want to ask now. I don't think.)
*Thosar fidgets for a moment, his fingers moving from his mug, to the table, and back to the mug again.*
"I want to ask you about Daron but I don't know how you'd feel about that."
"I'm fine. Are you sure it's me you're worried about? Or is it that you're not sure you want to know?"
After a moment, she mitigates the harshness of her words by reaching across and gently touching Thosar's hand.
"I don't know."
*He looks at their holding hands and smiles.*
"But I think I should ask. I believe it will help me understand some things."
*His hand releases her's, allowing them to lay together on the table.*
"All right. But really, you do have to know the whole story... everything that happened, since you and I parted last summer... to understand.
"Daron 'died' in a ceremony meant to bring about a permanent night of shadows in the city. He had been abducted, his soul stolen and imprisoned in torment.
"With the help of Cousin Gamis and Sir Allegion of the Jackals, and the magics of the Mother's temple, I travelled through that plane to retrieve his soul and return it to his still-living body.
"Your... your encounter with the dragon occurred before we learned he was not really dead, though, so there was no way you could have known.
"Daron recovered with some difficulty, and he seemed all right for a time after that, but... odd fits have taken him, for years now. He resigned from the guild, and disappeared without a word to anyone. I couldn't find him.
"And when I died, no one else could find him either, though I understand that they tried."
The same looks of sadness, or pain, that Thosar saw in her face before reappears now, for just a moment.
"He appeared again, months later, still with no explanation for why he had disappeared. He tried to give me... a gift; but I refused it. He said he loves me, but I haven't heard from him since. Close to half a year ago, now."
She shakes her head.
"I don't understand what it is that goes on in his mind. But that's how things stand, now."
"I'm sorry."
"Sometimes I forget how much we are on the frontier out here, how dangerous it really is. May the Mother watch over him, whereever he is."
*The stew is brought out and their hands part. Steam rises from the bowls and the barmaid speaks.*
"Mind the stew, it's still hot. The cook just fixed up a fresh batch. Will there be anything else for either of you for now?"
*Thosar shakes his head.*
"I am fine, thank you."
Natala stirs her soup with her spoon as the barmaid leaves, grateful for the timely distraction.
"You're right about that: one doesn't have to seek adventure, here, for it to find you," she says at last. "Best to be prepared.
"And all the more so, if you intend to seek it out. I believe you were about to tell me of your more recent trip to Undeath Keep?" she asks in a lighter tone.
The elf enters the inn while making a quick scan. He steps away from the door, allowing Lucian to enter.
*secures a private booth*
Lucian follows Kai in and smoothly glides into the booth.
(Elven)"Do you understand my thoughts?"
*leans back*
I have no intentions of killing a bakers wife.
oO. (For that, I am glad.)
"What is your plan of entrance?"
Thats where you come in.
*looks into the thiefs eyes*
oO. (This I can do...)
"It will be most effective if this is done during the night. Your mask will serve well to conceal your features. Do we know where he lives?"
*turns his gaze onto the table*
We will need to follow him, once he closes it.
"He doesn't live in the shop? This'll help. Shall we go?"
Like I said, I know where his shop is, but whether he lives there or not, we will have to find out for ourselves.
The elf turns away from Lucian and leaves the inn.
Elsewhere
Elsewhere
.oO(That pain again, in talking about him. It must be difficult to talk about someone you care about, not knowing where they are and if they are well. I'll not push her.)
*The stormy-eyed elf's voice takes on a ting of worry.*
"Does the name Gaya Hoon mean anything to you?"
"Gaya Hoon? In a way... It's a name that lingers in my memory, from a time I do not recall. As if I had always known it; but I do not know where I first heard it. Lady Daeel said it would be an assumed name, not one given at birth."
She frowns.
"Why do you ask, though? Where have you heard that name?"
Her frown grows deeper.
"Something to do with the fortress, then?"
.oO(And if so... if this is a name from my past, showing up there... What will this mean?)
She holds her breath slightly as she waits for Thosar's response, not realizing she is doing so.
"That name was signed at the bottom of a letter we found after defeating some living foes. Some humans, armored and robed, a half-orc and some orcs. A large group, we almost all perished defeating them. The letter seemed to indicate this group was from a larger force that is involved with those that held the pass. It also mentioned the Blood Troll."
*The elf pauses here, letting that implication sink in.*
"It mentioned some other things that cause me to worry as well. And make me think something is happening up at that fortress that needs to be stopped. Even moreso then I would have guessed before."
*A heavy sigh escapes Thosar's lips.*
"Mostly, it just makes me worry."
*A long drink from his mead follows this last statement.*
Natala frowns in thought.
.oO(She was with The Flame... That could explain how I know that name... But who...?)
"Who has that letter now?" she asks, her voice tense. "I... would like very much to read it, to see just what it says."
.oO(If my past is indeed catching up to me, I shan't be able to ignore it much longer.)
A shadow passes over her face as this thought passes through her mind.
"I may... depending on what it says, I may need to... Would you be willing to return to that keep, to accompany me, if I need to go there?"
Her tension is such that, though her hands lie still on the table on either side of her forgotten stew, they appear to be shaking. Natala notices this at the same time Thosar does, and forces a laugh at herself.
"I'm likely getting ahead of myself, of course," she says, occupying her hands by picking up her spoon and stirring her stew three times anticlockwise. "Please, tell me more of your adventure..."
.oO(Trials?)
"...there."
And she sets the spoon down again, not noticing that she never took a bite.
*Thosar says somberly.*
"I would think the Lords or Jackals would be in posession of the letter now. I believe Sir Darkar had it when we returned to the city."
*Thosar's brow furrows when he sees the shadow pass Natala's face. As soon as he sees her shaking hands, he moves one of his to hold her hand that is still on the table. He nods to affirm his next words.*
"Of course I will go with you and I would suggest we bring at least two others. I'm not sure if the Eternal Flame will be back, looking for their lost expedition force. It seemed we had destroyed most of the undead that were there save a few spectres on the lower levels."
"As to the rest of the adventure, aside from the undead and Eternal Flame we battled, there was one ghost, in an upper room, that was locked into an eternal chess game that she could not win. Darkar and myself helped her find a way to defeat her opponent and she faded away, saying she could now rest."
*Thosar picks up his spoon with his free hand and starts to stir his stew as well. He peers down into it as he speaks.*
"There was also a skeleton we found in the prison. The clothing was a finer quality and it had jewelry. Darkar went to take the jewelry, figuring it would be served better in helping to bring back Alissa, and a ghostly form appeared and scared everyone away but myself and Tynk. He went on to chastise us for taking his things. We explained we ment no harm and ended up consuling the spirit by agreeing to bury it in hallowed ground at the temple of Tholas."
.oO(And what about the other spectre we encountered? The one that nearly cost us our lives. I think we destroyed it so it may not be worth mentioning, but what if we didn't? What if it merely left, as it did so many other times?)
*He manages to get a spoonful of the stew into his mouth after a few more stirs.*
"I can certainly see why you refer to it as 'undeath keep.'"
Forcing herself to relax, she, too, partakes of the stew.
"I'm just glad everyone made it back safely.
"As did everyone from the expedition I accompanied while you were gone.
"I went with Dame Dyer, Mr. Ran, and Sir Quincarnon of the Jackals to rescue a priest of Ordemetrex, who was being held captive by a dragon since that fiasco in the mountains. Finding Brother Himo and releasing him from his prison was easy enough, with the Mother's help; but Dame Dyer had need of a scale from the beast, as well, and that meant fighting the dragon.
"Much though we — some of us, at least — would have preferred to avoid that."
She shrugs slightly.
"We left it unconscious but alive after raiding its hoard; it... won't find taking revenge an easy task, unless it finds a sympathetic cleric to remove the curse."
*He leaves the LLI, not sure where to go*
"Curse? What was the source of the curse?"
.oO(Sir Quincarnon? I haven't heard Darkar mention him before. I wonder if he was invloved in the Jackal group that tried to take the goblin fort. He may be someone to call on should we need to go back there.)
*Thosar becomes more interested in the soup now that it has cooled down and takes a few bites after speaking.*
"We were under a spell, with High Father Thessle's help and by the Mother's grace, that allowed us to change into something like a fog, or clouds, so that we could reach the mountains quickly.
"At my request, I alone was in normal form when we entered the dragon's lair; I was still hoping to avoid a fight, if we could.
"The dragon wouldn't allow for that, though; young and hot-headed, perhaps. Or perhaps simply because its draconic pride was too great."
She taps her fingers slightly on the table, a bit agitated at the frightening memory.
"It takes time to change from one form to another, and... it certainly feels longer with a fearsome enemy staring you down, than when you're stopping to talk.
"It seemed best to deprive it of chances to act, if I could."
A tight smile.
"By Ordemet's grace, it worked."
.oO(She is strong. I've faced a dragon before and I did not survive. She did. By the Mother's grace, to be sure, but one must hold one's own in the face of an enemy, blessing of a God or not.)
*He responds soon after she stops speaking.*
"And by your courage, Natala."
*The elf tries to hold her gaze to show the sincerity of his words.*
"I am very thankful that you....all of you, returned from such a dangerous mission."
*Thosar looks back at his soup again and ponders for a moment. He does not look up when he speaks.*
"The letter mentioned some names besides Gaya Hoon and one name had to be translated from what I was told was the language of the dragons."
*He pauses, trying to add a bit of humor, though it comes out flat.*
"I don't suppose the dragon gave you its name?"
She thinks back.
"No, I don't think it ever said its name. Certainly not in the common tongue, nor in its thoughts prior to the battle...
"I was listening in," she adds as an afterthought.
"It did cry out in its own tongue, but I doubt it would have said its own name then; more likely a curse of pain and rage. The others from the guild do understand that tongue, though, so you could ask them to make sure."
*her thoughts are heavy with the trip coming up, the failed raising, and the task she has to do when they get back*
While eating with NaShae, he can't help but glance over at the man.
"Hello.. may I assist you?"
"I did not mean to pry. You seem to carry a cool wind about you..."
His eyes scan to the left and then the right.
"Though no one else seems to notice," Kywyn finishes quietly.
.oO(She can read minds? The Mother must grant that ability. It could surely be beneficial in combat. Or even out of combat.)
*He takes a few bites of his stew before speaking again.*
"I will check with the guild to make sure it did not say it's name. Though now that I think of it Darkar mentioned there was more than one dragon."
"The name in common was 'Cinders-of-Dawn'. There was also a name in the letter of 'Charfather'. I thought that might be the name of a leader in the Eternal Flame. I doubt it's an actual name though, possibly a name used for one in his station."
"It also mentioned something about a moonchild that needed to be protected. That seemed to be the person, or thing, they were protecting at the fortress. I'm thinking of doing some research at the temples or the High Tower to try and get some more information. Have you done research before at the temple? Do you know if there is a fee involved?"
Ulerian drops his eyes to his plate, cutting a small sliver a meat he eats it delicately, and silently toasts to the couple
He turns slightly as if shielding NaShae from a stiff wind.
"If this strangeness you seem accustomed to..." he leaves the sentence hanging.
"May I ask... you are from the Tower? Or just a traveler?"
Kywyn takes a sip from his tea.
Ulerian smiles bitterly for a moment then finishes his wine.
Kywyn is a bit surprised at the relative openess in their dialogue, especially from his own end. Perhaps this wizard knows more about what he is talking than Kywyn would expect.
She smiles encouragingly, taking care to keep her thoughts away from most of the information Thosar is sharing.
.oO(Time enough to consider the import of this later.)
Sensing his tale is done, and seeing that they've nearly finished their meal, she decides it's time to change the subject.
"If you need help in the library, feel free to ask me; I have used it before, and might be able to help you find where to look for what you need. It can be a nightmare, at times, trying to find one particular thing, among all the texts there.
"I'll be going to Clerihew soon, though, so if you'd like help, best to do your research while I'm still in town, or after I return."
He says coldly, and quickly.
"Choice? Does that really have any bearing? Once one learns control, he then chooses to use or suppress his.. hmm power."
Ulerian leans forward slowly, trying to find how is guess is received.
"I will be happy to join you on the trip. I'm curious how Clerihew has changed since we last were there."
.oO(I hope it has changed in a few particular ways at least.)
*His smile fades at that thought, but then it returns as he continues.*
"When were you planning on going?"
"Thank you. The company would be nice, if you're not otherwise occupied. I'm expecting to go in another week or so; the harvest should be done, and the crop ready for inspection, now."
Seeing the changes in Thosar's expression, and guessing what's on his mind, she tries to reassure him.
"I wouldn't worry about the town, though; I went for this purpose last fall — alone, since Cousin Gamis was otherwise occupied — and all seemed well."
"Choice has all the meaning... At least that's what I have to believe. Just because a choice doesn't seem to matter doesn't mean it wasn't made."
Sensing a probing statement, Kywyn returns with an illegible facade.
"You seem to have a mind of control... Left to wonder, I might assume you seek reins... Power through control."
"But I try not to assume too much."
He pauses for a while, deliberating.
"My name is Kywyn."
Kywyn gives a slight nod.
*she rips her bread into small pieces, eating them slowly*
“I have.. interests.. some do indeed concern power. I think we are very much alike however. I seek it, and grow from it. Where as perhaps it grows in you… Do I not hit near the mark? “
He takes a long pull from his pipe, the small embers illuminating his eyes under his hood.
”Of course I am now assuming too much Kywyn.. Ulerian is my name, well met indeed”
He slouches back a little from the pipe smoke.
"Ulerian," Kywyn repeats the pronunciation.
"If it's power you seek, I'm sure the Hightower has stores full of it for you to puruse in time," he says almost dismissively, but not in a rude tone.
"But I'm sure you know of the price in blood and sorrow, the currency of real power."
"Yes.. the Hightower does provide knowledge.."
He says this almost to himself, and with a hint of longing.. what for though is uncertain. He looks back to the couple.
”Methods.. I believe it depends on the methods used.. however.. the costs, are of little matter if one is dedicated. Tell me friend, what is it you seek?”
"You speak like one of them. The ones with nothing to lose."
"I'm glad to hear that. Send a message to me at Weatherby's Boarding House when you are ready to go. I have a few items to take care of before then so I'd better get going."
*Thosar stands, and retrieves his coin pouch.*
"I'll take care of the bill. It's the least I can do."
"Thank you for the company, [dwarven]friend[/dwarven]."
*Thosar catches himself at the phrase and seems confused that he used it so naturally. After a confused smile, he speaks again.*
"I'm sorry. That word means friend in the dwarven tongue. I'm not sure why I used it."
"I look forward to our trip."
*He places enough coins on the table for the food and drinks, plus two silver for a tip.*
"Wise indeed.. One cannot lose what one does not have. I suppose in that sense I have nothing.. but that may soon change.. besides, one man's treasure may mean nothing to another"
He looks to the lady at Kywyn's side and then back to the fire
"I speak that tongue as well, my friend," she says. "I thought you knew.
"It was good to talk with you this evening. Thank you."
As they leave the inn and part ways, she suddenly wants to hug him goodbye, but stops herself.
.oO(Too public here.
)"In that case, I'll see you then. In the meantime, good luck finding out what you want to know."
"I think so too."
Kywyn turns back to NaShae in a more neutral posture.
*stand with Kywyn and leaves, placing a few coins on the table before they go*
After going over much of the bar in this manner, he approaches Kannan, saying, "We're going to have a mid-winter Festival here in the Inn. I'm going over to the Gerdes' shop to arrange for evergreen swags, now I know the lengths. I've ordered extra on spirits, but I'm going to put up a notice for some hunters to bring in wild game for the meats."
Kannan blanches, but makes no comment. Eric winks at him, "Should mean more tips for you staff."
He then walks over to the noticeboard and tacks up a paper:
HUNTERS WANTED
Top prices will be paid for game brought in next week for the
BIG MID-WINTER FEAST!
MID-WINTER FEAST: Meal 2 gp, includes mulled ale (first two mugs.)
ENTERTAINERS WELCOME!
"So, Da'Vane, what do you need to ask? Simpler or shorter questions, please."
"I'll try to answer the same way."
The notice Eric put up catches his eye, and he reads it from his seat and nods to himself.
Kywyn quietly orders mint tea when the waitress comes around.
*orders a mint tea for herself when Kywyn does*
"You say you know almost nothing, Master Kwywn. Can you please tell us what you do know? I would particularly like to know your role in the event.
"You see, I wasn't present for the attack, or the debriefing, but there is evidence that seems to point to the... enemy... being involved in other areas, one of which was my homeland. Since said events occured over 400 years ago, it is of vital import that we find out more about the enemy. If there is a link between the two, then the enemy may pose a greater threat than we can possibly imagine."
"I went ahead with a few others and we came across one dragon was that was slaying a pair of orcs. Then there was a man in strange armor, and the dragon seemed to listen to him."
"We met the section of the Jackal force, but an assault forced us to separate. The group I was with made it back to the main force, but it was too late to warn anyone. It was more than a touch chaos from then on."
Kywyn thinks a moment as the tea arrives. He inhales the vapors from his cup before taking a sip.
"The ones that went with the chief mapper would be destroyed or lost, I figure... I know he did not last the war."
"I think the reason he was there was that they needed better maps than they had. I'm not sure how much work he got done in that respect."
"What about the attack itself - did you manage to catch where it came from?"
"Overhead."
"As far as I know, they came from the general direction the enemy was thought to be, but since they were flying, it's hard to say."
He stays seated while finishing his drink.
Thinking of the dragons he saw during the war stirs up different reflections. It is as if re-visiting these memories triggers some other remembrances, older than possible... an echo of something greater in scope than Kywyn could accept.
His familiar crawled under his cloak near his shoulder. Sounding older than he had before, Hex spoke through Kywyn's empathic link.
"The serpents you saw, we've seen them before. We knew each by the way it eclipsed the marsh light. Time out of mind, the charges in the wind and water lured, and we found out where we belonged. The river ran calm and untouched."
Beyond the veil of time, Kywyn sees a bleak, frozen field. What looked like snow covered most things, and some light filtered in from an unknown source above. He felt the giant shadow pass overhead before he saw it cast on the white ground.
"From the earliest days, we were dancing in the shadows..." the spirit in the shape of a frog continued.
A hint of memories older than he was, older than a lot of things, shook Kywyn's visions loose. How could such a thing be possible? He had his own memories, but maybe he hadn't flipped the pages of everything his mind held. The change had opened too many doors. Kywyn now felt a hesitation to test the limits of what Hex seemed to recognize. Maybe he didn't want to. Maybe.
Is this what he always wanted? Why did it scare him to death, then?
Kywyn questions the point that perhaps confuses him most, "What do you mean 'we'?"
Hex can only answer in his natural sound, as if there is no translation.
"Guo-guo."
The lucid quality to Hex's interaction resolves back to a more normal tone.
"We're going on trip?" Hex asks.
Seeing clearly again, through eyes that aren't his, yet somehow feel like they were his from before, he stares at NaShae. The shadows of the booth couldn't hide the seductive curve of her face from his updated optics.
"It's good we have the potion for your mother. The next matters are traveling companions and transportation."
He looks absently into the common room, touching NaShae's hand, a tinge of puzzlement in his disjointed meditations.
"Dakarai... I wonder what he has seen. It seems odd, but already can't wait to see who he is going to be. And the longer we are away, the more I fear we'll miss the steps."
*her brow furrows when she senses his puzzlement*
*nods*
[color=blue]I know, beloved. I hate that he is away, but I also worry. When I....go away, it may be even more dangerous for him to be here. I would love for him to come home, but do you think it would be safer for him to stay with my family? At least for a while longer.[/FONT] [/color]
Kywyn drops a few coins for their drinks.
"I think it will be better when we see him."
*she walks into the inn, leaving Screech to go hunting down the alley at the side of the LLI*
*she smiles and walks over to a table near the bar. Kannan, who seems to be at his usual spot cleaning a glass behind the bar, notices her walk in and smiles back at her*
Good Evening. I haven't seen you come in her much of late.
Sorry about that Kannan I have been busy with certain affairs, but I figured today I would come down and see how the place was doing.
*he smiles and takes her order than goes into the kitchen to get her some tea and warm bread, bringing it out and setting it on the table along with a small dispenser with honey*
Your food will be done shortly...
*he turns and sees a customer at the bar and excuses himself to go help the customer. She nods and lets him go and pays more attention to her tea, adding some jasmine and honey to the mixture and pulling some bread from the loaf, dipping it in some honey*
It will.
*stands and takes Kywyn's hand when he's ready*
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[To Elsewhere]
The young-mage enters the bar, hanging his cloak on the rack and scans the small croud quickly as he heads over to a seat at the bar.
Ordering a full bottle of a regular sweet wine and a single glass he sets his staff down beside him, which happens to slide away in his haste. As he grabs for it he nearly falls himself and misses the staff completely, and the staff falls onto the lap of another customer.
Tynk quickly stammers an appologyt to the young elf and with a wave of the hand the staff slowly rights itself.
"Please excuse me, I can be so clumsy at times..."
His eyes meet hers and he gets a full view of who she is. The look of surprise is apparent on the young man's face, and again he stammers.
"A...Anaya? I'm sorry, you look much like someone I knew, only she dressed differently and wasn't so small."
He cringes inward at the last comment.
.oO(Foot in your mouth again Tynk...)
"I'm sorry, you can't be her, but my gosh you look so much like her."
"Every bit as beautiful." :embarrass
*she watches as the staff rights itself against the bar and she looks over at him with her green eyes*
(e)No it is quite alright.
*she wipes the tea off her shirt and looks at the young human*
You should be more careful with your staff, next time it wouldn't be a familiar elf that it hits or lands on.
*she quirks a smile*
But please sit.
*she motions to the chair and it pulls itself out. her eyes go wide for a second as the chair moves*
.oO(How did I?)
*she shakes her head*
Please sit Tynk.
He takes a double take as the chair moves itself.
"You know magic I see?"
He sits in the chair and asks the barkeep for another glass, filling his own and sliding to the elf while it is on its way.
"Please have a drink with me?"
Smiles the boyish smile he is widely known for while filling his own glass as he speaks.
"My name is Tynk Waverstone, apprentice of the hightower and protector that which makes us happy. And you would be...?"
Well I know some magic as it would be called, but strange...new things have been happening...such as the chair moving...
*she takes another sip and as he introduces himself nods her head*
Yes I know who you are and who knows I may just be that friend of yours that I look so much alike.
*she winks at him as she takes another sip, the sparkle more prominent in her green eyes*
"Anaya!!!"
Everyone in the bar turns, slightly startled by the boys exclamation. Anaya herself is more startled as the boy tackles her with a hug which bellies the boys small frame and finds the two on the floor.
"Your ali..."
Catches himself.
"I mean, you're alright. How...?! When...?!"
A look of pure confusion crosses his face as he tries to rationalize her being alive. This look is replaced by one of embarassment as he then realizes he is on top of her, inches away from her own face.
"..." :embarrass
"I..."
OOF! *thud*
*she feels her face warm up from embarassment as the whole room looks at the both of them*
*she looks at the boy, just inches from her face and speaks softly*
Tynk I missed you too, but could you please get off me?
He quickly rolls off of her and stands her stool back up, then his own which was knocked down in the process.
"Anaya...I..."
As they both sit down and the rest of the bar goes about their buisness (being in part the boisterous laughter of a group of Dwarves who probebly found something funny in the incident), Tynk gives Anaya a look that says he doesn't have a clue what to say.
"...gosh...thank Agathalos!"
"Anaya, what happened? How are you back with us? You were...dead? I sat with your body and there was nothing said of a resurrection...Did Agathalos favor you and allow you to come back with us?"
You know of what happened and how I died. Of how I am alive I cannot say or even rememeber for that matterm, but I am here and that is all that you should be worried about.
As for Agathalos...I do not know..The mother is the one I am with day in and day out. Her son is very wise, but the mother is who nurtures me and she is most likely be the one that let me come back to this world...
*she shakes her head*
Enough of the subject...
*she says this with a calmness, but Tynk can feel that she is most serious in the dropping of the subject*
It is obvious, in turn, that many questions Tynk would ask are left to be dropped at that. In fact, it takes him many moments to work through this to finally move on.
"Anaya, I really am happy to see you. Tell me, what has been going on? I see you are dressed more 'civilized'. I thought you loved your hides?"
Refills her drink and his own, then cleaning himself of the mess he made.
"What have you been doing? How long have you been back with us? Does Gamis and the rest of the guild know?"
Tynk it is ok...calm down, take one question at a time...there is no need to be throwing things everywhere. I know that you may have alot of questions, but take it slow ok?
*she removes her hand from his arm and sips on her wine just as Kannan comes over with her meal. He looks at the young mage than at Anaya and raises an eyebrow. She nods letting him know that everything is ok and he goes back behind the bar*
To answer your first question, I have been a bit busy as of late and I just returned to the city not to long ago.
*she blows on her stew and eats swallowing before speaking again*
To answer your second question I have been back a few months time and for the third question...yes Gamis knows of my return, I'm not even sure he knew of my death...
*her thoughts wonder and she thinks about the convo her and Gamis had about Kai*
*she takes another bite of her stew and looks at the young mage*
"Thank-you, Kannan."
The boy refils her glass and his own, then looks her straight in the eyes.
"Anaya, why haven't you contacted me? All this time you've been...around, and I didn't know. I...I really care for you."
Holds her eyes with his, wishing she would recieve the feelings he has...the caring of one who is a friend.
"When I was sick, a long time ago, you brought me back. I...I was dreming and I can remember your face in those dreams...calling me back."
"If it wasn't for you, I think I would have died. I'll never forget that."
Pauses
"When you...died, I was torn."
I know and I am sorry for not contacting you...believe me I wanted to, but I couldn't. I didn't know how you would react. I figured eventually we would find eachother and you would know, but we never did run into each other.
*she sighs*
It's not like I didn't want to....believe me I did and I know it hurt you. I saw how bad you felt, even though you didn't see me, I saw you..on more than one occassion.
I know how hurt you felt, and I know how hurt you still feel, but with the beginning of a new life is a restart for more things than just life. If it would be ok with you I would like to start anew. Forget what we can of what happened and just start from where things left off...
"I like that idea..."
To new beginnings?
This time as he takes a drink, he closes his eyes unconsiously as a warm tingle follows the draught and time slows.
Slowly, he opens his eyes again to find himself meeting her gaze.
.oO(A true toast...)
"New beginnings..."
His food is brought, but he doesn't stray his eyes from hers.
"Was that you I saw at the hightower yesterday morning?"
I had brought some vials and some gourds with strange contents to get identified. I was hoping Miri would be able to do that for me, but she wasn't there so I left them with the clerk.
*she takes another bite of her food*
There is a confortable silence as the two work on their meals. Tynk enjoys most of the spiced potatoes before speaking agian.
"You yourself seem very different...as if you have had lessons taught to you that made you, well...older."
Giggles slightly.
(e)"If that is possible for an elf."
Well I am sure Miri will be busy with her own tasks so if you would like I can go to the hightower and have them give you the task, if that is possible.
*she smiles when he speaks after the silence and giggles at his comment*
(e)Yes If that is possible, but it is true I have grown more into myself. There have been many tests that I have undergone since my return that have only made me more whole..possibly more than I was before the incident....
*she gives a quaint smile*
"Yeah...I have had similar trials."
Thinks for a moment, then speaks slowly.
"Trials we face
disposition to taste
the things we most want.
In want to see
of all that may be
and false flavours we flaunt.
A drink we take
and attempt to make
it taste as wants be.
But what comes down
is not very sound
then we begin to see.
The cup makes not
the taste of the draught
and the true sound of flavor.
We're given to desire
unto which we conspire
for results we would savor.
A clear drink we need
to water this creed
and sing a heart's song.
So trial and error
an illucid mirror
will carry us right or wrong."
Swirls his drink, staring into the glass.
That was very good...you ever though of becoming a bard? Writing poems..or doing something of the like. You seem to be quite talented.
*she smiles*
"There is a part of me that always wondered if I was better suited as a bard...but magic is just plain too facinating to me."
"I do like poetry much though, and write now and then. My best work comes natural...and I have no real skill at it. Once in a while I write something good, that is all."
Thinks for a moment.
"Let us spend more time together. Perhaps some sort of trip together or something?"
"I have been cooped in the tower for so long writing spells...and before that it was this trip to a dreaded castle of undead..."
Laughs the thought off.
"I think I need a vacation. How about you?"
Everyday is a vacation to me...as much as the city has fascinated me..I don't find myself to be a piece of the puzzle that makes the city life...
My heart has always been outside the city gates, even though I keep finding myself withing the city walls.
*she shrugs and thinks about his proposal*
Sure...I guess a vacation wouldn't be so bad, just don't catch the fever or anything..I'd hate to save your butt again...bad rep and all. A man having to have his butt saved by a wild elf..what a story that would be to tell your kids...
*she laughs and gives him a playful smile*
"Trust me, one day I shall return the favor."
He gives his next words some thought as he pours himself and Anaya the last of the wine.
"I have an idea, but I am not sure how to go about it. Maybe since you know of the woods you can help me with this."
"There is a lizard...It may not even exist. For some reason I know sh...it does."
Shakes his head.
"I am going off nothing more than a dream..."
He describes the dream to her...about the lizard, the chase, and the outcome (see hightower, page 1).
"I feel so connected to this lizard...perhaps you can help me,f at the least, survive the woods while I persue signs of it's exitstance."
"I need to find these lizards..."
There is much resolve in his words...
Well I am not to sure, but from what you are telling me they would most likely be from the forests to the north. It is a bit warmer there this time of year and from what you described of the lizards they seem to be more a tropical nature.
Personally I have never heard of such an animal, but I am sure there is some literature on them, or perhaps their habitat, but the forests to the north seem to be where I would find such a creature.
*she sips the wine*
I would love to accompany you on the trip. When were you planning on leaving and have you found any information on the lizards from the books at the hightower?
"The south, huh? Now that you mention it the dreams did have a feel of being warm."
Thinks
"No, the books at the hightower speak nothing of a small lizard with electrical energies."
"There was a large lizard-like creature."
"And a worm-like fish that could produce an electric charge...but no mention of such a lizard."
Hmm...well if we can't find anything in any of the books at any of the libraries..it could be an uncharted creature, but than it brings me to thinking of why it would be calling out to you in such a way...
*she thinks for a moment*
Well if it is uncharted we should bring more than one specimen back..I am sure Miri would love to study such a creature...and it is quite fascinating about how you described the electrical discharge it gives off when threatened or imposed upon.
*she shakes her thoughts*
But anyway...I believe the north is our best bet. Just let me knwo fo when you plan on leaving, but for now I must be heading out. Sorry to make this short, but it is getting late.
If you do ever want to reach me, you can find me at the boarding house.
*she stands*
It was nice seeing you again Tynk Waverstone.
*she smiles and drinks the last of her wine, leaving payment for her meal on the table and then some for Kannan's tip*
Good night...and I will see you soon.
*she smiles, grabs her bag and turns to leave the building*
"I have no true comformation that it even exists..."
"But in any case, it is worth a trip for the sole sake of exploration. You know the area somewhat, perhaps you can show me some interesting natural wonders?"
"I do enjoy geology, after all."
He smiles to her and bids her a goodnight as she leaves.
"I'll pay you a visit soon Anaya."
He then pays for his own meal and the bottle of wine before making his own exit.
To Hightower
Joseph slips the cord over his head and places a hand on the door. He presses against the door to open it and steps in. The bard makes his way to the counter to see about getting a room for the night.
"Drink?"
He spies the mandolin, and adds, "Or did you want to know about the party?"
I hope I have enough to cover my expenses, I've already spent more than I've made... But perhaps if I make a name for myself here, I can find some really high paying jobs, that would make this worth it, Joseph thinks.
"Also, I would like to offer my services for evening entertainment," Joseph says.
The party is on Mid-Winter night -- we're having a fancy feast, charging extra an' all. Though, I hope some hunters will step up for the job of bringing in roasting beasts afore then."
Kannan grimaces.
"Mebbe all the hunters in the city are afraid of getting their tootsies wet.
But the place'll most likely be packed all day an' night, perfect place for a bard to earn some coins."
"Good evening everyone! Any requests?" Joseph says with his arms wide.
"Lady of the River?" a woman askes.
Joseph sadly starts to pluck the close strings. Why did she have to pick a song with no vocal? Joseph starts to drift among the tables.
While playing, Joseph keeps an eye on his sack to make sure no one makes a withdrawl.
A few of his equally drunk friends applaud his staggering wit.
The five drunk men give Joesph a dirty look and concentrate on drinking their ale.
Not everyone else in the bar is as unimpressed. The young waitress bats her eyes in the direction of the stage in between taking customers their food.
.o0(I really could use a good meal.)
Orders a dinner from a waitress, and ignores the concerned looks he gets for his obviously not quite healthy pallor of skin. Listens to the music while eating.
After the meal, moves over to the counter. Speaks to Kannan while sipping a glass of wine.
Who's the new musician who has so enticed your waitress?
"At least he's better then that crazy gnome."
"And doesn't attract the trouble makers like the halfling does."
Kannan wipes some spilled ale off the counter.
So, what's happening in the city these days? I was out of town for few days on a real misadventure. Let me tell you, stay away from all necromancers.
Kannan glances at the stage.
"The gnome hasn't been here for weeks."
I think I'll be leaving soon. How much for the meal and the glass of wine?
That is supposed to happen the second night.
Joseph collects his sack and is disappointed to only see five silver pieces in it. I lost a night's sleep for just this?
Patches walks to the counter to get his backpack, sword, and whip from the bartender. "Thanks for watching it for me," Joseph says as he swings the sword belt around his waist and catches the other end. He buckles it and swings the pack over his shoulder.
Now to find somewhere to get a few hours sleep.
Tagg enters the inn and closes his eyes as the warm ir embraces him. Walking further into the establishment he reaches the bar.
"Good afternoon, sir. May I help you?"
The bartender finishes wiping off the inside of a glass as Tagg looks at the menu.
"To start with a glass of mint tea would be nice.."
The bartender nods and starts getting the drink ready.
"What are you serving right now, lunch or dinner?"
The man continues about preparing the drink as he answers.
"We have some food from lunch left, and we're beginning to prepare dinner, so its your choice really, although it may take a little longer if you're staying for supper."
He puts the glass of tea down in front of Tagg who looks down at it, choosing against trying to sip at it just yet.
"How long and what are you serving?"
"I'd say twenty minutes, sir. It's a plate consisting of carrot, a potato, bread, and for the main course chicken seasoned with salt, garlic, and butter."
.oO( Hm.. it's not roast beef but it sounds pretty good anyways..)
Tagg's stomach gives another rumble.
"I'll have that."
He slowly looks back down to the tea and takes a sip as the bartender walks back into the kitchen with an "Excellent choice, sir." and puts the order in.
Tagg looks around the inn as he sips at the tea. Finding a notice on a board nearby he reads it. He puts the glass of tea down and after rereading it he turns back to the bartender.
"Big feast, eh? Sounds interesting... "
"Yes, very much so. We hope to prepare a large banquet (I can't tell you what, it's going to be a surprise ;)) and gather up some quality entertainers on the occasion. Perhaps We will see you there?"
"Yes I think you will. I'm also interested in doing a little hunting... for the occasion. Can you give me some details on your rates, deadline, and... anything else that might be important?"
"Well, the rates we pay depend on the quality of the meat, the rarity and well, the.. how do you say... edibility of the animal. As for the deadline... Tomorrow evening I believe, so if you want to bring any game I would suggest you do it soon."
Tagg nods and sips at his tea again. Soon enough the chicken meal is presented to him and with a short "thanks" he begins eating at a rapid pace. After the first ten minutes or so he begins to slow and finishes the rest at a more leisurely pace. The bartender collects the dish once he is sure Tagg is done.
"Anything else sir?"
"No thank you."
He sips down the rest of the mint tea which is collected soon. Tagg gives the gold piece to the bartender to cover the meal and sits for some more time to digest most of the food and think of how he will approach his latest quest thingy.
Eventually he stands up, an exchange of farewells takes place, and Tagg heads out the door. He walks back to the boarding house, knowing the first step would be picking up some equipment.
to Weatherby Boarding House
*he looks around the common room and watches the bussle that fills it*
*decorations here, tables being moved there*
*it takes him a moment to locate Kannan*
*he moves carefully through the commotion*
"Mister Kannan, I bring a message from Tagg. He says to leave space in your kitchen for him because he plans on bringing you some sort of game from the woods. He and three others are out hunting as we speak. And also, two bards who are new to the city wish to play here tonight. Joseph and Angeliqué are their names."
*having delivered his message, he turns to leave*
*he stops himself after a few steps and turns back to the barkeeper*
"Do you know the address of where my brother and NaShae are staying? It seems to escape me at the moment."
Kannan: "They're staying in the halfling quarter, at a place owned by a Mrs. Toadfoot."
*Silis nods his thanks and leaves the Inn*
"A pint of the good stuff for me and for him..."
"Good stuff? Tht implies that they sell bad stuff here as well. I have been to a few places where they served real pigswill unless you were known to the proprietors, but this doesn't look like one of those places."
Tycho looks around and takes in the atmosphere
"In fact, I like it. This the best Inn in town?"
"Just I procotion a take, ordering goodstuff, its not exactly bad just cheap. This is the best place in town as far as I can tell. More expensive mind you, but overall better quality. They definately serve better beer. But the foods not quite so good as the place I work at, the cook there a realy good, uses magic to fancy it up and everything."
Tasting the beer, Tycho says "God stuff, this. I can see why you like it here. A nice place, good beer, what more can one ask of an inn?" Leaning forward with interest, Tycho continues "Tell me of this city. Is it a good place to live? Do hordes of undead invade every midwinter? I have heard some odd rumours about this place, but then I also heard that my hometown was swallowed in an earthquake two months after I was born. That was when I stopped trusting rumour."
"Well this is definately a good city to be in if your fond of adventure. There are definately goblins and worse in the forest as far as I know. Its about what you'd expect from any frontier town. But other than the few minutes of excitement its pretty quiet. Its a nice town, though its mostly humans as far as I can tell. So is there anything other than magic that you're good at?"
Boirin takes another sip of beer, and smiles.
Tycho takes another draught, and then looks up at Boirin, a bit puzzled
"Opening locks and disabling traps? Is there much call for that in the city?"
As he says this Boirin pulls a coin out from behind Tycho's ear and spins it around his fingers absent mindedly.
"Not really much call for picking locks in the city, unless your theiving, which I don't, but I keep it up. Mostly because its a real pain when you have to bash down the door, but you want to be quiet. I try to practice regularly, mostly on my own door, and I'm getting better at it.
About now Boirin drains his mug and puts it down on the table, softly.
"None taken, lots of people with my skills use it to take from other people, I mean some people who are good at these little tricks pick pockets with the skills. Its all about priorities, I'm quite attached to my head, and I'd like it to remain that way. So hows the High Tower so far, I never much had an intrest in magic, so I don't know what its like."
Boirin nods absentmindedly
"I mean, theres only so much you can do, plus I can't find anyone else who really wants to join. And the funny thing is I found it by accident. "
Boirin shakes his head and removes his small flask and takes a drag of it. Then as if remebering.
"Ironmug Firewiskey, its good stuff, its got a nice bit of kick to it."
"Shhhhh, yes there is a theives guild, they call themselves the Strikers I hear, and people who talk like that around here might end up in the bottom of a river, if you catch my drift, I mean if your not a Striker and you do any theivin' your lible to end up dead. I don't think that would be a one man job either, since there pretty well organized, ya savy. So anyway I need to find something to do, accually I should probably try to arrange with Dame Mirriele and Sir Gamis for me to speak with both of them sometime soon."
Signals for two more of the same
"Na, I really should be getting back to the Inn, it was certainly a pleasure to meet you."
Boirin extends his hand to Tycho, in a parting gesture.
"I should probably be getting back to the Hightower, as well. It was a pleasure, and a much needed one."
Tycho takes Boirin's hand, then leaves
[to Hightower]
[to Nobody's]
*Thosar comes into the inn, having missed the closing door at Weatherby's. He nods to the inn keeper and asks for a room. In short order he is up in the room, door locked, sleeping soundly.*
*In the morning he is up and gone before the noon hour.*
To WBH
"Malifaeyr told me they'd been captured and a little of what they divulged to him, but you were there... What were they up to? He said they were looking for the treasure in the keep."
"That is how it looks, yes. We recovered a letter, which has since been given over to Malifaeyr by Darkar, that seemed to indicate they were looking for a treasure room. My concern is the other items the letter indicated."
*He leans forward, glancing about for a moment, making sure no one nearby is paying attention.*
"It indicated that most of the moonchildren had been summoned to hold the pass and that someone named Kemper sighted it as being important. It also mentioned what was described as the blood troll. It also mentioned some group called the 'Quiscoth Path' which I have since learned was some faction of Demmionites."
*Thosar shifts in his seat, his face a mask of concern.*
"It also mentioned something called a Nychtheron, which I have since learned is a title for a senior Demmionite priest. That mentioning was along with something called 'the Maw'."
"I don't like any of it. The idea of the dragons and the blood troll working with Demmionites to guard the pass for Ordemetrex only knows what reason."
*Once he settles back into his seat and the barmaid arrives he orders a mint tea.*
Gamis takes a mint tea as well, nodding in thanks as she steps away from the table.
"Especially given what I know about the Flame--they're particularly nasty. Slaughter is tribute, to them. That's why I met with Malifaeyr, and why I'm hoping Hermy will be around today when I go to the Guild--we need to find out."
"Agreed."
"I may be leaving town in a short while myself, to accompany Natala to Clerihew. It's that time of year."
*Thosar sips his tea for a moment.*
"She was also thinking about going back to Undeath Keep after that. Such a large hiding place so close to the city should be watched over. That's what I figure anyway."
Tycho opens the door to the inn and looks around. The common room is fairly busy, but there is a free table quite near the fireplace. Tycho goes to sit down and signals to order.
"What is prepared today?"
Serving girl: "We have pork, or a lamb stew. There's bread, for the stew as well."
"Sounds wonderfull. I'll have the stew, and ale please."
When the food arrives a short while later, Tycho digs in with a hearty appetite.
"And the keep?" he sighs. "If I can't go to both, I should at least go to the latter. Hopefully Clerihew's problems are sorted out... Natala went there last year and had no problems, I believe, but you're right about it when you say it could be a recurring problem.
"Myself, if I can't help too well with the scouting, I've been thinking of going back and investigating a place I stumbled on by accident a while ago. If I'm right, it's called Hardaja, and the same place the Demmionites you captured stopped by for three days before going to the keep."
"Darkar and Natala filled me in on most of the details about Kai and the rest of what happened. No good business."
"I'm hoping for a quiet journey myself, but with times being how they are who knows."
*Thosar glances around the inn and see Codrian. He offers a nod, then turns back to Gamis.*
"Hardaja? Any place the Demmionites stop is worth checking out. Depending on where it is, we may as well do it while we're checking out the keep as well."
"I'll be sure to mention to Natala that we can count on your support in returning to the keep."
*Another sip of the tea seems to calm the elf a little.*
"So, how is Miri? Still involved in her studies with the High Tower?"
Suddenly the sounds of environment come rushing to his mind and his mind registers where he is. Ceases the weird pantomime and looks around embarrassed.
"She's... not in the Tower today, but she's been doing potion work for them lately. I think today she's actually been working on enchanting a new bastard sword for me." He smiles a little broader. "She's been quite cheerful lately, which might have something to do with me proposing to her the other day..."
*Thosar smiles at the joke. He pauses a moment later to send a quizzical look Codrian's way.*
.oO(It seems to be in the air, that marriage. I wonder if some of the things I've been thinking lately are connected to it. Something to think on.)
"Enchanting a sword for you? She can do that sort of thing?"
*The elf looks down at his tea for a moment before continuing.*
"Have you heard anything about Burleg recently? I hired him to search out a quarry of stone for me before we went to the pass. I haven't seen him since."
.oO(I bet it wasn't like that when I got it, Kannan would never let anything like that to be served to customers. I wonder wha...)
Grips his head as suddenly it feels like his head was about to explode. Gasps for air and bends over while pressing his head with hands. A soft moan escapes from his lips.
Gamis is interrupted as he catches sight of Codrian's thrashing. Frowning, concerned, he slides out of his seat at the booth and clanks over to the half-elf.
"Are you okay, sir?"
Clutches his head and trashes in his chair.
"Sir! Are you alright?"
.oO(He's babbling like he's hallucinating... Wait, that looks like a holy symbol... Not of the Lightbringer or the Wise, but... Is he a hermit?)
You must end it. The menace has gone too far. You must bring the Light.
It's like a switch had been flicked and Codrian slumps to unconsciousness. He starts to slide off the chair.
"I've got you, Brother, I've got you..."
He meets Kannan's eye with a look only slightly less perplexed than the bartender's.
"He hasn't had much to drink, has he...?"
Gamis lays the half-elf down on the floor gently and looks him over, feeling for fever and peeling back an eye. Finding nothing wrong, he rubs his knuckles hard against Codrian's sternum.
Uhh... What happened?
Focuses his eyes at Gamis' face.
Who are you?
Looks around the inn.
I remember walking in, sitting down to the table and ordering a meal. Next thing I know is waking up from the floor. I feel alright, but I take that I wasn't so alright few moments ago.
I hope didn't cause too much disturbance. Can't tell what happened to me, I have a blank in my memory regarding events between ordering food and waking up.
Gamis clanks over to his seat across from Thosar. "I'm going to see him to the Church, then go to the Guild... I'll catch up with you later, Thosar. G'night."
The paladin escorts his brother-in-faith out the door to his horse with a question about where the half-elf comes from...
"Who is your superior?"
.oO(I hope he's ok. Sounds like he is hallucinating. Gamis is probably one of the best people to have around if that's the case.)
*Thosar finishes his tea as he watches the events unfold. By the time Gamis comes back to say he is escorting Mr. Enelevin to the church, the elf nods and stands.*
"I appreciate the talk. I'll keep you informed about the trip to Undeath Keep. Good luck finding Hermy for the scouting mission."
*Thosar nods to Codrian before he heads out the door.*
To WBH
"I didn't see you. My superior? Master Kotov said he would be supervising my studies, but I have not seen him much at all. Not that I blame him, everyone is busy and I don't think I will require what one might call constant supervision."
"I don not think he busies himself much with us underlings.. Perhaps unless we cause an uproar, or break new ground. I have seen him very little in the past few weeks. "
"He is your supervisor too then? I suppose it is convient at that."
After a slight pause, Tycho continues with a slight laugh.
"What did he do to have to supervise a group of students? Did he anger Master Amarin?"
Ulerian says this last comment more under his breath then in the conversation.
Ulerian finishes his wine and continues with his pipe.
"Yes.. but all magic is dangerous. Clerics use necromancy to heal wounds everyday, so it has two sides. I think it is more how you manipulate the energy. Though what to you is more dangerous? Melting a man with fire, or simply tapping his soul until he is dead?"
"That is true. Dead is dead, how ones dies is of secondary importance. But can't that form of energy also confine the 'soul', if you will, after death? Trapping a 'soul' is very different from merely killing the person."
He shrugs
"I have read of such spells, but do not know them yet, though the uses are limited.. I am more concerned with how the energies effect the living and the undead directly... at least for now, I feel that is a good begining.. "
"I didn't think of that. The undead would be affected differently than living people by such energies. I have only heard of such creatures, but aren't they powered somehow... differently to living creatures?"
Ulerian taps his glass with his long nails for a refill.
"You actually want to look for them? To search them out? From the stories I have heard, I would have thought that any sane man would do his utmost to avoid those... creatures."
Taking a deep breath and composing himself, Tycho continues.
"Still, I learned the hard way that not all stories are true. And seeing is a good way to learn"
Ulerian relaxes in his chair.
"Living subjects are on the list as well, but we all have to be civilised now, do we not?"
Stretching and wrapping himself in his robes Ulerian looks at Tycho
"You seem to specialise in variety... no real concentration on one certian thing.. Why?"
Ulerian empties his pipe on his plate and puts it away.
Tycho smiles faintly.
"A lot comes with experience. But have you noticed how experience tends to come slowly?"
Ulerian finishes his second glass of wine and looks at Tycho with his lifeless stare.
"Do you study anything other than magic?"
"Fencing and riding you say? Bah! I leave such things to the brutes with no brains... Alchemy however does have its uses I suppose."
Tycho tilts his head
"You don't enjoy any form of more physical activity? Riding, for example, is very usefull when one wishes to go from a to b quickly without expending valuable energy on a spell. And if you want to travel, fencing and riding might be the skills that keps you alive after you run into that band of fifty brigands."
"Something colourfull like seeking out and studying 'live' samples of undead?"
Ulerian turns to face Tycho
"I met a man when I was exploring the marketplace. Boirin... I think his name was. He offered to show me some things, including this place. Great food. Anyway, we talked, he wanted to join that Adventurer's Guild or whatever they called it. Somehow we got onto the topic of organised thieves. Apparently the organisation which has claimed Garic's City as its 'turf' is called the Strikers. He seemed somewhat fearfull of them."
Looking into the fire, Tycho continues
"And maybe with good reason. Its hard to tell. Still, its better to be on the safe side and not draw attention to the fact that one knows they exist. It doesn't matter how big they are or how powerfull they are. Groups like them tend to be somewhat paranoid and dislike attention. And they don't have to be rich or powerfull to send a man with a knife after me while I'm walking the streets."
Joseph walks in to the Last Lich Inn and looks around for Elise. In the meantime, he walks over to the counter.
"Good morning, I'ld like an ale please," Joseph askes.
"Five copper," Kannon says.
"Thanks," the bard replies as he pulls out five copper pieces.
Ulerian smiles and orders his third glass of wine
"I wouldn't worry to much, you are part of an organization as well..."
Tycho also orders a glass
"How does one go about making some money around here? I have some funds, but they will get depeleted quickly unless I find a relativly steady source of income."
"Play what a foggy, cold night would sound like to you.."
He turns back to Tycho
Taking a sip of the wine as he talks
"Still, with good preparation and some help, it might not be too dangerous."
He smiles cynically to match his tone
"And besides, what is the saying? 'Choose your battles' if you do that and prepare, things turn out.. do not think so weak, it only serves your enemies."
Foggy and cold... sounds like last night.
Joseph nods and starts to play slow, low, cycling notes.
Tycho looks at the bard who started playing
"Did you have to pick something dark and brooding? Whats wrong with happy and uplifting?"
"Also, the best way to win a fight is to not be caught in one. Otherwise it is to follow the creed, 'When in doubt, get the hell out.' You'ld be surprised how much you can survive by running."
Tycho shrugs
"Still, everyone has different tastes. And the music is not bad at all, the bard is quite talented."
Ulerian stops talkng and looks to the bard with a emotionless look.
"There.. out bid me.."
"Play something that reminds you of dawn, of new possibilities and things waiting to be discovered."
He slows down the beat and slides up the cords to raise the tension as the pitch goes down and the volume goes up. Joseph makes the strings squeel out the lowest note on the mandolin before suddenly returning to the original tune.
Ulerian nods to Tycho and leaves a few coins for his meal before exiting.
"You are pretty good. Are you a regular musician in here?"
"This isn't my first time performing here, if that is what you mean. But I haven't played more than a few times here. Are you a regular patron here?" the bard askes.
Tycho smiles
"I'm new to the city, my name is Tycho."
Joseph looks Tycho up and down; he notes his sword.
"So, are you a fencer?" Joseph askes.
Gestures to a chair
"Mind if I sit?"
Joseph pauses the song to take a sip of his ale.
"Wizard huh, do you stay at that high tower?"
"Must be interesting... is he always like that? And how did you two end up roommates?"
"You mentioned that you were running low on funds. What are you planning to do to stop your hemridging assests?" Joseph askes.
Joseph pauses again to drink some ale.
"So you want me to look around to find you a job. Okay... but it will cost you... What kind of job are you looking for?"
Tycho leans back on his chair.
"So, if I were to find information, I should go to the tower and ask for, 'Tycho...?'" he implies that he is asking for a last name.
"Tycho Eharb. It would be excellent if you were to find something."
Joseph finishes his ale and stands up.
"I had better get started then."
Tycho nods farewell, and leaves the inn, paying for the food and drink on the way out.
.oO(Well, that was a gainfull. I hope he finds something. Lunch is over. Work time is now.)
[To Hightower]
Joseph walks out of the Last Lich Inn to fulfill his end of the bargain.
[to Market Place]
Yes, after the incident with the dragon, I can see your point about Natala and zombies... It still astounds me that she was so... concerned about making 'nice' to that bloodthirsty beast!
After hanging her cloak on a peg, with Ixchal scrabbling to remain on her shoulder, Miri slides into the booth.
He orders something quick when Elise comes to take their order, then laces his fingers into Miri's across the table, dwelling on her ring and smiling.
"Um... Have you thought about telling your parents yet?"
Smiling as she looks at the pattern of their hands linked together, and the sheen of the pearl in her ring, Actually, I haven't thought too much about telling them. There was your sword to work on, and I wanted to just enjoy the news, myself, for a couple of days.
Mama will want to start planning things...
After the girl has left, she asks Did you want to get married in Lilac Ford? Or here in the city?
"Unless..." A grin crosses his face and he winks as he stirs his soup. "... you were thinking of eloping?"
They'd travel here from Lilac Ford? Where would they stay?
She sips some soup, absently realizing that she forgot to add seasonings to her last attempt at soup.
.oO(So that's why Gamis made such funny faces when he ate it...)
The paladin dips his roll into his bowl and eats, his hand finding its way to Miri's again.
When the meal is finished, Gamis leaves a small stack of coins on the table and stands with Miri, tucking Ixchal inside the neck of his sweater. He helps her into her cloak, and they exit the inn, heading home.
Joseph walks in out of the night, or rather pre-pre-dawn hours. He shakes his cape out trying to rid himself of the chill of outside.
The bard walks over to the counter and pays five silver pieces for use of the common room. He wanders over to a corner and curls up in it coddling his mandolin.
He looks out a window as he waits and the blinks as the sun fills his vision. And a hat...
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Joseph stands up and heads out of the Last Lich Inn to the Market.
[to Market]
Joseph walks in wearing his new black hat.
He walks over to the bar and takes a sit.
The young bard gets up and grudgingly walks out of the Inn to find Tycho.
[to Mage Tower]
Joseph walks in exhausted, but glad to have collected his fee.
The bard pays out five silver pieces for the common room and goes to get as much asleep as he can meek out of the remaining night.
Tycho opens the door to the Last Lich Inn and walks in. Looking around, he spots Joseph sitting by a table, and walks over to him
"Hello."
"Oh, speak of the devil. Hello Tycho, are you ready?"
The bard heads to the door and outside.
[to Natala's Mystic Shop]
[To Natala's]
Joseph walks in and takes a seat at a table near the door. He strums unconsciously at his mandolin.
Haven't seen Elise around here lately... I wonder what happened to her...
Brodda enters the inn and looks around, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light.
She sees a number of prospective donors about. She takes a seat opposite the stage and orders bread and ale. After drinking her first ale, she heads up to the stage, ordering a second ale so it will be there when she gets back.
Stepping up, she lifts her recorder and plays a light, airy prelude, after which, she sings softly about two lovers who lose each other, then after some time, reconnect again.
She keeps it somewhat short and, smiling, returns to her seat.
.oO(Ahhh, love songs arre the best!) :D
I wonder if she has heard of Master Rortax, Joseph thinks. But there is no logical reason to assume one Dwarf bard would know another...
After the performance is over, Joseph applauds Brodda's work.
She locates it and steps to his table with a smile.
"Thank yeh, Sirr! A musician apprreciates apprreciation!" :D
"May Ah join yeh?"
She spots the mandolin in his arms.
"Ahh, Ah see yeh'rre a musician yeh'rreself! Let meh buy yeh a drrink!"
She sits and then takes a good look at the person she's sitting with. A lump forms in her belly as she recognizes him.
.oO(Dearr Motherr! The man that rran meh off frrom Fox's!)
She takes a drink and orders something for him.
.oO(Keep cool, lass. Whoeverr this is dooesn't knoow yeh'rre the one he chased away. Play it cool and yeh coould find soomethin' out!)
"Have whateverr yeh like." :D
Originally posted by Brodda
"Thank yeh, Sirr! A musician apprreciates apprreciation!" :D
"Especially when it is well deserved," Joseph says.
"May Ah join yeh?"
"Sure, there is always room."
"Ahh, Ah see yeh'rre a musician yeh'rreself! Let meh buy yeh a drrink!"
"Sure am, been playing the mandolin for many years."
"Have whateverr yeh like." :D
"But I just can't let a fine lady like you buy," Joseph says.
He gets up and goes over to the counter. He passes a pair of gold pieces to Kannan. "A pair of Dwarven spirits please. Thank you."
Joseph hands one to Brodda. As he sits down he says, "Where are my manners? My name is Joseph, and your's is?"
.oO(That Disguise spell is handy! He has no clue who he's sittin' with!)
She smiles in her usual friendly manner.
"That's verry kind of yeh!"
She watches him as he moves to the bar, as he speaks with Kannan. She accepts the drink with a bow of her head.
"Ah'm Brrodda, lovliest dwarrven barrd in these parrts. Joseph, yeh say? A pleasurre teh meet'cha. A long-time rresident, a trransplant, orr a passerr-thrroough?"
"Has Garric's always been yeh'rre rresidence, did yeh move herre frrom soomewherre else, orr arre yeh just herre temporrarrily?"
She takes a drink from her tankard.
Joseph drinks some of the potent drink. He swallows and struggles to keep from coughing.
When he has recovered, she continues.
"Oh, Ah've been herre a quite a few months now. It's a surrprrisinly currious city. Ah've neverr been borred in this toown. What arre yeh lookin' forr?"
She knows its considered a nosy question, but Brodda's never been one to care.
Julia walks in, blinking slightly to adjust to the different lightning inside. She takes in her surroundings before walking up to the bar,where she orders an ale and some lunch. She sits at the bar and waits for her food, looking more closely around her in the meantime.
Joseph's eyes follow an attractive woman that just entered. She's cute, I wonder what her name is... Joseph thinks as he observes Julia.
"Ah see."
*chuckle*
"Well, Ah doon't knoow aboout fame, but forrtune can cerrtainly be yeh'rre's if yeh knoow who teh connect with. Pleasurre, well *chuckle* Ah didn'a have any trrouble findin' that."
She takes another drink and observes Joseph carefully.
Gold... Girl... Gold... Girl... The scales in Joseph's mind lean back and forth. Which to go after?
Thank you.
She starts to eat, wondering what could have caught Joseph's eye.
She nods at the mandolin.
"Ah'd love teh hearr yeh play."
He strikes the opening cord.
Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear and crystal fountain,
And all around the bower,
I'll pile flowers from the mountain.
Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
If my true love, she won't have me,
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
Oh, the summertime is coming
And thre trees are blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
When he finishes, she applauds eagerly.
"Oh, verry nice, Joseph! Yeh'rre quite good!"
She glances over to the woman at the bar to see how impressed she is in Joseph's performance.
Joseph takes another drink of the dwarven spirit and lets out a silent snort. "Strong stuff..."
"It seems so, yes."
She chuckles
"Ah can see yeh'rre interrest in herr. Ah'll let yeh purrsue it. It was a pleasurre teh get teh knoow yeh."
She winks and politely excuses herself, returning to her own table to watch him.
"Besides, if she were interested, she would come over."
"Perrhaps she's a bit shy and is waitin' forr yeh teh step up teh the plate."
She chuckles, but seeing that Joseph is not about to let her go that easily, she shrugs and sits down again.
"Is therre soomethin' Ah might do forr yeh? As a contact?"
"It was a nice meeting you Miss Brodda," Joseph says with a bow.
The bard walks over to bar and takes a seat next to Julia.
"Good evening, are you new in town?" Joseph sees the the wooden sun dangling from her neck. "That's a nice... holy symbol you got there..." Joseph scratches the back of his head. Smooth move... you just hit on a priest... "...This is suddenly quite ackward. I'm sorry, perhaps I can apologize by buying you another drink?"
.oO(Odd fellow.)
She returns to her table and watches.
Hello. Yes, I just arrived today. She thinks for a moment. It looks like a nice city.
She sees him looking at her holysymbol and getting flustered by it. Despite herself, she smiles.
Apology accepted. I just ordered a new one, but if you want to.
Well at least you got her smiling, that is always a good sign.
Ale. Better than water, and I don't like tea. .o0(And I need to watch my money.)
Julia shifts in her seat so she can look at Joseph better.
I wanted to ask you, but you were engaged in conversation just now, what was that song called? I liked it.
Joseph pours two glasses and offers one to Julia.
"The song? It is called Wild Mountain, I learned it from a dwarf skald."
She takes the glass of wine, and sips it carefully. Liking it, she drinks some more.
It's not bad. That romantic, from a skald? I never knew, after all that time...She muses some, lost in thought.
"I apologize for my ignorance, but which god does your wooden sun represent?"
I agree, I've had better ale. Never had wine though.
With a quick gesture, she picks up her symbol and shows it to Joseph. There's a sun engraved on it, with about 6 rays coming out of it, varying from very short to very long.
It's a symbol of Thalos, or Agathalos, he who gave the dwarves life. He's the oldest son of Ordemetrex, and the fairest of the two children she had. Thalos's Good, helping those in need. She smiles again, and suddenly yawns.
Oh, I'm sorry about that. Like I said, I arrived today, and I'm tired. If you'll excuse me, I need a place for the night.
She turns to the bartender, and talks with him about the various rooms and their prizes. She finally settles on a bed in the common room, and pays for that and her meal and ales. As she gathers her stuff, Julia turns to Joseph again.
Thank you for the wine. Good night.
She turns to Brodda.
[Dwarven]Goodnight, Mistress Dwarf.
She bows to Brodda and walks off to the common room, picks a bed and goes to sleep.
.oO(Dooes everryone herre now speak Dwarrvish?!? Hunh!)
She smiles, nodding her greeting.
"Goodnight, lass."
She drinks more ale.
"You kidding? Five in the afternoon is far too early for me... I could do a few more grand performances before then."
"Thank yeh forr the ale, lad. Good evenin' to yeh. And to you, Kannan."
She takes her things and, with a smile, heads out of the inn.
Ugh, I slept too long.
She shakes her head to get the heavy feeling out of it, gets up and washes her face and hands. She walks up to the bar and orders lunch. After eating she pays and walks out to the Church.
[to CoA]
"You're welcome Mistress Brodda."
After everyone else is gone, Joseph goes up to the stage and performs again.
After he is done, he comes back to the stool.
"What time is it Kannan?" Joseph askes.
"After sundown and before midnight is my guess."
"Okay, I think it is time I went to sleep..." Joseph starts. But you can't stay in the commons... That cu.. he catches his words, priest is sleeping there. Stables it is then...
"I guess I'll spend the night in the stables Kannon. How much is it?" Joseph askes.
"Two silver pieces. If you don't mind me asking, what happened to all the gold you've been dropping tonight?"
"You took it, that's what happened. Here you go." Joseph hands Kannon two silver pieces before heading back to the stables.
Joseph is asleep about as soon as he climbs into a pile of hay.
"What time is it?" Joseph crawls his way out. "That brings back memories..."
The bard groggily walks to a window and sees it is still dark out, but a few slivers of light seem to threaten the horizon.
"Aww man... I am up before the sun?" Joseph groans.
The bard slowly walks inside the common room and over to a table. He falls into a chair and slumps over the table. So tired...
What song will it be today?
Joseph heads outside with his Mandolin.
[to Elsewhere]
Joseph walks in to the Last Lich Inn and walks over to Kannan at the bar. Joseph takes a stool.
"Dinner please Kannan." Joseph hands Kannan five silver pieces.
Joseph eats dinner in relative silence as he inhales the contents of the plate.
"Stop when you reach the counter," Kannan chimes in.
Joseph doesn't pause to answer.
He finishes, "Ha ha. Funny Kannan. I'll be staying in the stables again." Joseph passes another pair of silver pieces before heading to a table to relax.
Joseph walks on stage and starts to play."Joseph! Joseph!"
Gold coins seem to rain from the sky onto the stage. Each coin magically floats its way into Joseph's pocket, but he doesn't seem encumbered by the millions of coins flooding his garments.
Yes, Joseph was having a very nice dream. "Zzzzzzz..."
Julia walks into the Inn, taking off her cloak and sitting down at the bar. She orders a late dinner.After quickly eating it, she pays for both that and the use of the common room again. She walks into the room and sleeps.
What may I get you?
Do you have meat?
This is an inn, sir. It's meant to have meat. What kind of meat would you like?
Do you have any deer's meat?
I'm afraid not, sir. It's not a very usual request, here. may I sugest some cow's meat?
I think I'll just settle for some fish...
Zakath takes his hands to the skies and says in an ironic tone of voice.
Oh! Thank lord he just wants FISH! One plate of random fish to this gentleman right here! [
Zakath bursts into the kitchen, returning later with a grilled tunafish, rudely puting it into Tyros' table with a rude "Enjoy!". Tyros eats his lunch with a small feeling that Zakath did not want him to enjoy his meal. After, his done with it, he takes 3 sp and puts them on the table. Then, he leaves the inn without thanking Zakath.
[to Elsewhere]
I'll post that tomorrow morning... gotta sleep.
He stretches and heads around the side of the inn.
[to Elsewhere]
Joseph walks back in the front door and strides towards the stage. The bard hops up onto the raised platform and slips his Mandolin to his front.
Joseph strikes the openning cord of Barbara Allen.
[i]In Charlotte town, not far from here,
There was a fair maid dwellin.'
Had a name was known both far and near,
An' her name was Barb'ry Allen.
'Twas in the merry month of May,
Green buds they were swellin',
Poor William on his death-bed lay,
For the love of Barb'ry Allen.
He sent his man down to town
To the place that she was dwellin'
Sayin', "Master bids your company,
If your name is Barb'ry Allen."
Oh slowly, slowly she got up
To the place where he was lyin',
And when she pulled the curtain back,
Said, "Young man, I b'lieve you're dying!"
"Oh yes, oh yes, I'm very sick
And I shall never get better
Unless I have the love of one,
The love of Bar'bry Allen."
"Don't you remember not long ago,
The day down in the tavern?
You toasted all the ladies there,
But you slighted Barb'ry Allen."
"Oh yes, oh yes, I remember well
That day down in the tavern.
I toasted all the ladies there,
But I gave my heart to Barb'ry Allen."
She looked to the East, she looked to the West,
She saw his pale corpse a-comin',
Cryin', "Put him down and leave him there
So I might gaze upon him."
The more she gazed, the more she mourned,
Until she burst out cryin';
Sayin', "I beg you come and take him away,
For my heart now too is dyin'!"
"Oh, father, father, come dig my grave,
Dig it wide an' narrow.
Poor William died for me today;
I'll die for him tomorrow."
They buried him in the old churchyard,
They buried her beside him,
And from his heart grew a red, red rose,
And from her heart a briar.
They grew, they grew so awful high
Till they could grow no higher,
An' 'twas there they tied a lover's knot,
The red rose and the briar.
In Charlotte town, not far from here,
There was a maid a-dwellin.'
Had a name was known both far and near,
An' her name was Barb'ry Allen.[/i]
Joseph finishes his song and bows. He steps down from the stage and takes a seat at a table.
Elise sits down.
That was a wonderful song."
She smiles.
"I'm sorry I haven't had the chance to thank you for protecting me from those nasty halflings."
"Father wouldn't let me leave the house."
"Nice to see you again Miss Elise. It's not everyday that a woman buys me wine," Joseph says. He takes a sip of wine.
"Well, a cook helped out... just a bit," Joseph mutters.
"So your father is scared that you will be accosted by more padfoots?"
Joseph takes another sip.
"He almost made me quit my job here."
"But I convinced him we need the money."
"That's why he likes Edwin."
"He's in the city guard."
Elise bats her eyeslashes at Joseph.
"But I'm not as old fashioned as Father is."
Joseph takes another sip of wine. He looks at Elise.
"Just how old fashion is your father?" Joseph askes.
"The only reason he let me get this job in the first place was so that I could find a man to marry."
"Actually it was so a man could find me. Edwin talked to Father about dating me before he ever said a word of greeting to me."
"That's how Father likes it."
He looks at Elise.
Damn.
"So, what would you like me to do about that?" Joseph askes.
"I'm sure you could convince him that performing is a real job."
Joseph finishes the wine.
She smiles and scoots her chair closer to Joseph.
"Like you did me."
"Charmed you have I? Well then if you would just show me to your father's home, I would gladly speak with him."
"Father won't think you are a real man, if you have to have me there with you."
Elise gets up and goes to the bar. She gets a napkin and a bit of charcoal and writes something down on it. And then returns to the table and hands the napkin to Joseph.
"Here's directions on how to get to Father's house."
"You are more likely to find him after sunset. He likes to work late at the butcher shop."
"Oh, and don't mention the scar on his face. He's sensitive about that."
"Oh, and his missing fingers. It's best not to talk about that until he has a chance to get to know you better."
"And it might make a good impression if you take some sort of gift. Father really likes dwarven spirits."
"That reminds me, if he seems drunk, you shouldn't mention anything concerning elves. He doesn't like them much."
"Halflings either."
"I don't even need to mention he doesn't like gnomes do I?"
"Dwarves are all ight to talk about though."
Joseph accepts the directions. I wonder if he would be impressed by dwarven tavern songs...
He catches himself, What?! You aren't actually starting to like this endeaver? Oh dear...
"Well, I'll go then. What is your father's name?" Joseph askes. "It would be embarrassing if I came calling and didn't know how to address him."
"Bob Gullford."
"But most people just call him Big Bob."
Elise giggles.
"My brother is Little Bob. Even though he's bigger then Father."
"And Father is not a small man."
"Right, Big Bob... Well I guess I should get going, I wouldn't want to wake up your father and anger him."
[to Elsewhere and to a butcher]
Joseph walks in and removes his hat. He walks over and takes a seat at table. The bard sets his backpack on the floor and heads to the stage to make some coin.
[i]Willie has taen him oer the fame,
He’s woo’d a wife and brought her hame.
He’s woo’d her for her yellow hair,
But his mother wrought her mickle care.
And mickle dolour gard her dree,
For lighter she can never be.
But in her bower she sits wi pain,
And Willie mourns oer her in vain.
And to his mother he has gone,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
He says: ‘My ladie has a cup,
Wi gowd and silver set about.
‘This goodlie gift shall be your ain,
And let her be lighter o her young bairn.’
‘Of her young bairn she’ll neer be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter.
‘But she shall die and turn to clay,
And you shall wed another may.’
‘Another may I’ll never wed,
Another may I’ll neer bring home.’
But sighing says that weary wight,
‘I wish my life were at an end.’
‘Ye doe [ye] unto your mother again,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
‘And say your ladie has a steed,
The like o’m’s no in the lands of Leed.
‘For he [i]s golden shod before,
And he s golden shod behind.
‘And at ilka tet of that horse’s main,
There’s a golden chess and a bell ringing.
‘This goodlie gift shall be your ain,
And let me be lighter of my young bairn.’
‘O her young bairn she’ll neer be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter.
‘But she shall die and turn to clay,
And ye shall wed another may.’
‘Another may I[’ll] never wed,
Another may I[’ll] neer bring hame.’
But sighing said that weary wight,
‘I wish my life were at an end.’
‘Ye doe [ye] unto your mother again,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
‘And say your ladie has a girdle,
It’s red gowd unto the middle.
‘And ay at every silver hem,
Hangs fifty silver bells and ten.
‘That goodlie gift has be her ain,
And let me be lighter of my young bairn.’
‘O her young bairn she’s neer be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter.
‘But she shall die and turn to clay,
And you shall wed another may.’
‘Another may I’ll never wed,
Another may I’ll neer bring hame.’
But sighing says that weary wight,
‘I wish my life were at an end.’
Then out and spake the Belly Blind;
He spake aye in good time.
‘Ye doe ye to the market place,
And there ye buy a loaf o wax.
‘Ye shape it bairn and bairnly like,
And in twa glassen een ye pit;
‘And bid her come to your boy’s christening;
Then notice weel what she shall do.
‘And do you stand a little fore bye,
And listen weel what she shall say.’
‘Oh wha has loosed the nine witch knots
That was amo that ladie’s locks?
‘And wha has taen out the kaims of care
That hangs amo that ladie’s hair?
‘And wha’s taen down the bush o woodbine
That hang atween her bower and mine?
‘And wha has killd the master kid
That ran beneath that ladie’s bed?
‘And wha has loosed her left-foot shee,
And lotten that ladie lighter be?’
O Willie has loosed the nine witch knots
That was amo that ladie’s locks.
And Willie’s taen out the kaims o care
That hang amo that ladie’s hair.
And Willie’s taen down the bush o woodbine
That hang atween her bower and thine.
And Willie has killed the master kid
That ran beneath that ladie’s bed.
And Willie has loosed her left-foot shee,
And letten his ladie lighter be.
And now he’s gotten a bonny young son,
And mickle grace be him upon.
Joseph bows again before hopping off the stage and wandering the inn struming his mandolin. He accepts tips from those generous enough to give them. He collected five silver pieces.
Joseph plops down onto a pile of hay and starts strumming on his mandolin. He plays softly into the night before eventually falling asleep.
While he is eating his breakfast, he hums to himself.
[color=teal]I wonder what way I can make money today...[/color] Joseph thinks.
He finishes eating and leaves a pair of silver pieces behind.
[to Elsewhere]
Joseph walks in and removes his black hat from his head.
He sets his stuff down by the stage and dedicates half the night to performing.
Occassionally he takes breaks at a table, but he doesn't drink.
No more alcohol. "Loose lips, sinks ships;" the only one you can trust with all your secrets is yourself.
You have to act with not only impunity, but with justice.
Joseph goes back up onto the stage and performs again. By the end of the night he has earned another five pieces of silver. He uses two of them to pay for a place in the stables.
"The eggs taste different today, did you put something else in it?" Joseph askes.
"Same as every other morning."
"Must be that I am no longer drinking."
"Well, thanks for breakfast," Joseph says as he passes a pair of silver pieces to the server.
[to Elsewhere]
*They sit down and slowly eat the food and nurse the hangovers that are starting.*
"Ise beginning ta think that maybe drinking so much aint the smartest thing in the world."
"Yeah, we probably should have called it quits after the bartender at the Blue Pumpkin cut us off."
"But then we would have never seen that... what was that anyhow?"
*Hermy pulls a rock out of his pocket and sets it in the center of the table.*
"I think it might just be a rock."
"I could have sworn it was one of the rocks that fall from the sky. Like the one that you saved NaShae and Kywyn from."
"I coulda sworn that too, but I think it was just someone throwing the rock at us ta tell us ta keep quiet."
"Oh yeah, that version of "Hermy Woodhome" didn't go over as well as I'd planned."
"It's a shame to, it's fun to sing."
"Heeermy! Oh! He saved everyone of us!"
*Hermy smiiles and humms the tune before stopping to shake his head.* "I think it needs a few more words before it'll catch on."
*Minto nods.* "You're probably right."
"Dog goes bow-wow, bow-wow,
Horse goes neigh, neigh,
Cow goes moo, moo,
Pig goes oink, oink,
Sheep goes baa, baa,
Goose goes hissy, hissy,
Duck goes quack, quack,
Hen goes chimmy-chuck, chimmy-chuck,
Cat goes fiddle-i-fee," Joseph finishes his song just as he reaches the door to the Last Lich Inn.
Joseph opens the door and walks in. He removes his hat and takes a seat at a table.
Oh, this is going to be a long day.
"Dum dum dum dum dumdumdumdum..."
"Heeermy! Oh! He..."
*From behind the bar Kannan glares at them and forcfully wipes off the counter.*
Minto takes another spoonful of his stew and then yells out "Sing something for us!"
Joseph starts playing the openning to Come to my Garden.
As he performs, he lets the mandolin play the treble of the duet while he sings the alto.
"Lift, me, up, and lead me to the garden. Where love grows free and true...ooo ooo. Come, to my garden. Come... Sweet. Daaaaaaay."
"Not up to Brodda or mines level, but then again who is?"
Once the song is over the two halflings clap and then Minto get's up to approach Joseph.
"Not a bad performance."
"Have you been playing long?"
"Boy can she knock them [alcohol] back," Joseph says with a laugh.
"What about you? How long have you be performing Master...?"
"And I've been performing since the day I was born."
"The cry I let out when the midwife slapped my buttom was in perfect pitch."
"Or so I've been told."
Minto winks.
"I've been Sir Hermy Woodhome's personal minstrel for the last year."
"You've heard of him of course."
"But to have a personal minstrel, he must've done something amazing," Joseph says.
"You haven't heard about how he saved the city when it was invaded by an undead army?"
"Or how he killed a rampaging giant?"
"Or slew a fearsome dragon?"
"Or stopped the Warlord Kahn's army in it's tracks and scattered it to the four corners of the world?"
"Or how he was forced to kill his brother, the infamous assassin Kirby Woodhome?"
"Or how he held the pace agaonst a demon troll so his friends could escape to warn the city?"
"Or about the tragic death of his beloved wife?"
Minto shakes his head.
"Have you actually left your room while you've been here?"
"He's Garic City's biggest hero."
"A personal friend of the Lords of the City."
"And of the common man."
Minto points at Hermy.
"You wonn't find a more amazing man anywhere?"
"What brings such a great man to the Last Lich Inn?" Joseph askes.
Minto looks at Hermy who nods back.
"We went to relieve a bit of stress last night."
"Hermy's been traing the Jackall scouts, and let me tell you. They need a lot of work."
"Still, they aren't as bad as the rest of his students. But the horde isn't going to be expected to go on any dangerous missions anytime soon."
There is a lot more of this city you didn't know Patches, there must be a lot more that you still don't know.
But there is only one way to find out more.
"It's very fitting actually. When you get all eight of them together, well, I'd rather face Kahn's mauraders again."
"At lewast they would kill you once they were done torturing you."
Minto laughs again.
"But I imagine I was a little on the annoying side when I was young too."
"I'll have to take you word on that. I don't have much experience when it comes to Halflings."
"Can't say I would enjoy being tortured much..." Joseph says.
The young bard pauses.
"I find it troubling that a minstrel and hearld would speak ill of his charge's name and forces. Would you please enlighten me?" Joseph explains his concern.
"Supposidily, he's suppose to be training the boys to be great heroes like he is."
"But I think the real reason they got sent with him was to keep them from burning down the town."
"They aren't very disciplined."
"Though Hermy and I have made some progress, but it's hard to train them when you are busy saving the city every other day."
"Perhaps, if the threats to the city were tricked into thinking there was a better prize elsewhere, they could be occupied with that and leave the city in peace?" Joseph suggests.
"Right now theres an army of orcs, and Demmonites up in the moutains, waiting for the right time to strike."
"And I don't think chicken blood will entice them away if you know what I mean."
Hermy pipes in. "Yeah, they know theres plenty of live chickens here in the city."
"I have a couple back at the guild."
Minto nods. "And besides that threat, theres countless others that spring up at every turn."
"And they all know there is no better prize around then this city."
Minto smiles.
"But we have Hermy to protect us here."
"None of the lesser communities around here can claim that."
"So I'd rather they attack here where there is someone to stop them."
Hermy nods. "Yeah, theres only two of me. I can't be everywhere."
"You might want to keep him away from alcohol," Joseph suggests. "If he gets this drunk very often, he might justify sacrificing one of him... and where would the city be without him?"
"It seems there is so much about the city that I don't know. Is there anywhere you suggest that I can learn more?"
"But you are right. I need to get him home and to bed. He won't be up to training the Jackall's if he doesn't get a few hours of sleep."
Minto moves and helps Hermy to his feet.
"If you want to learn more about the city, the bars and inns aren't a bad place. At least for keeping current."
"And theres a few library's around for the older news, but you usually need to pay to use those."
"I'd recommend catching a few other performers around town. Theres a new song almost everyday somewhere. And a few drinks,might get you the story behind the songs."
The two halflings start to leave.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Joseph."
"Keep up the good work singing and you might make a name for yourself."
"It helps though if you have something to sing about that everyone wants to hear."
Minto smiles.
"You'll have to find your own hero though. Hermy's taken."
Minto and Hermy exit the inn.
I wonder what there is on the lunch menu today, Joseph thinks.
The young bard walks over to the table he vacated and resumes his seat. Then it hit him.
You let them have a free show. Joseph shakes his head. You are slipping Patches... full of holes...
As he steps out into the Inn, heading back to the palace, Joseph replaces the hat on his head.
[to Elsewhere]
(translation: Anyone speak elven?)
Kannan pours a mug of ale. [elven]"The ale will be five copper."
"And the place to stay will depend on if you want a private room. That would be two gold for a night."
"It's less if you don't mind sleeping in the common room or the stables."[/elven]
Thank you, here's 2 gold and 1 silver
Translation: What's it like here?
Translation: what are the people like?
"But most seem to be decent hard working folk."
"Theres a few bad apples of course. But if you watch your step you won't run into them."[/elven]
translation: how many "bad apples" are there? How rich are they? and Are there any bards around?
"But as for bards.... Well there are plenty of them. And most come to this inn at one time or another."
"You just missed the winter festival. A lot of performers took to our stage that night. And a few show up almost everday to make a few coins."
"There's a bard of your kind who makes an appearance fairly often. He's very popular."
"And he's often accompanied by a dwarven woman whose not too bad either. At least as far as performing goes."
"Both of them can be on the annoying side."[/elven]
Kannan wipes some spilled ale of the counter.
[elven]"Lately theres been a human who isnt half bad performing a few times a day."
"If you're looking for a bit of entertainment, I'm sure he'll be showing up sometime."
"There's a few other humans and every once in awile an elf or two comes in to sing a tale."
"We get the occasional gnome in here as well."[/elven]
translation: are there any dancers accompanying the bards?
translation: how many rich people are there?
with that finishes his ale.
"The last one we saw on a regular basis passed away."[/elven]
Kannan takes Halandars empty mug.
[elven]"What's with the interested in rich people? That's the second time you've asked that."
"I hope you aren't planning on doing something illegal."[/elven]
translation:no, i'm interested in knowing how many people have power and rich people have power. I was hoping to dance with a bard.
[elven]"Here in Garic's the the Lords of the City have most of the power."[/elven]
translation: I did not lie, I can dance and sing. I travelled with the Ranielina. Will you let me dance here?
"And it's there for people to use.{[/elven]
Kannan moves to help another customer.
ps. please excuse this lapse from the elven language, I'm too tired and confused to translate back and forth right now
"We should really be charging you for the oppertunity to use our stage. Take a cut of your earnings."
"But even if we were to pay someone, it would have to be someone that draws in crowds."
"And I'm highly doubtful that would be you."[/elven]
Kannan looks at the halfling and shakes his head in disbelief.
Halandar walks away and goes into his room. First examining the room in case there are traps or secret ways into the room. Then after fully satisfied, he puts his backpack on the large bed and stripping his armor off, he puts it next to him, gets ready to sleep. Putting his belt back on with a dagger sheath and putting another sheathed dagger under his pillow. He sleeps until next morning.
Joseph opens the door for Julia then removes the hat from his head. He walks over to the bar and passes Kannan a pair of silver pieces.
"Sleeping with the horses again Joseph?" Kannan says.
"Am I that transparent? Wait, don't answer that, I'm too tired to talk right now."
Joseph turns to Julia and says, "Quel kaima, vanima'er." Sleep well...
He turns back towards the stables and collapses on a pile of hay. He is asleep before he lands.
She walks inside. Thanks.As Joseph pays for his stay tonight, Julia gets out the required amount of silver to sleep inside.
Sleep well, Joseph.
She hands the money over to Kannan and walks into the common room, wondering what language he just spoke.
"What... time is it?" Joseph asked no one in particular.
Joseph rolled over and pushed himself up from the hay.
"Ahhh!" he yawned, followed by a serious of satisfying popping sounds as he stretched his stiff joints.
Joseph groggily strode into the common room and fell onto a stool at the bar.
"Didn't think I would see you until this afternoon after Kannan said you came in so early this morning."
"Hmmm... Can't.. Can't keep a good bard... down," Joseph had to force the words into a coherent string.
"You need more sleep."
"Yeah... but all the straws of hay poking into my back make it hard to sleep more than the minimum to rid myself of exhaustion. Lunch please," Joseph said as he dug into his money purse.
"Don't you mean breakfast?"
"What time is it?"
"Just a little friendly humor," Kal said with a laugh.
"Yeah.. Heh heh."
"Three silvers for lunch my sleepy friend."
Joseph pulls his hand from his money pouch and looks into it. "Let's see... Here's a silver piece. And here is another two." Joseph set the three silver coins on the counter and replaced the other coins back in his money pouch.
As soon as Kal placed the plate infront of him, Joseph practically attacked the food on it.
"Wow, you must've been hungry."
Joseph finished before answering, "I guess I make up for sleep with food."
Aaye, 'quel amrun vasa?
Translations: Hi, breakfast please?
[elven]it's not breakfast, it's noon little man, so that'll be 3 sp
o, diolla lle and gives him 3 sp.
Oh thank you
Halandar's eyes bug out in surprise
Lle quena i'lambe tel'Peredhil? Manke naa lle tuulo'? Mani naa lle teum?
translation: you speak elven? do you speak halfling? where are you from? what do you do?
"Amin uuma quena Peredhil." Elven to English: "I don't speak halfling."
"Amin tuulo'a ai yaavan'lad. Ar' lle naa sai'nengwi Peredhil." I come from a small farm. And you are a very nosy halfling."
that's why they call me the curious child
Brand steps inside and walks in a few steps then stops to have a look around the place.
.o0(Hmm, nice place... well that means I wont be staying here tonight.)
Brand heads to the bar and takes a seat as far from the other patrons at the bar as he can.
'Scuse me barkeep, I'd like a mug of ale.
Alright, that'll be 5 coppers.
Brand's face flashes a bit with a small wince at the price, but he digs through his purse and hands the barkeep 5 coppers.
.o0(ouch, if thats what an ale costs I'm definately not staying here.)
Brand sits and slowly drinks his ale, watching the other patrons in the room.
Aaye, sut naa lle?
translation elven to english: hi, how do you do?
ikotane, mani naa essa en lle? amin naa Halandar Aumble
translation: so, what's your name? I am Halandar Aumble
.o0(hmm, thats one of them halflings, wonder if he knows that 'alftuck character. what in the world was he saying though? Mustnt have been talking to me...)
Joseph looks Brand up and down.
"Ho maa beleg, n'vanima vithel," Joseph said while cracking a grin. Elven to English: "He looks strong, ugly too."
"Hey, you there," Joseph addressed Brand. "Halandar greeted you, it isn't polite to ignore people. Even if he is the size of a bar stool. He said, 'Hello, how are you?'"
.o0(Hmm wait a second! That thing on his back... looks like an instrument with strings... didnt marroc say something about a human string strummer fighting the 'alftuck? I wonder...)
Brand Stands up and walks over to the human seated by the halfling and taps him on the shoulder.
'Scuse me I don't mean to be rude, but I was wondering if you are the same human 'string strummer' that fought with the 'alftuck.
.o0(seems like he could use a rescue from the chatter box anyways.)
Brand looks down at the halfling on the stool, but does not answer his question.and looks back at the human seated next to him.
The bard returns his attention to Brand.
"I like to think that what I do is more than strum. Any yerna amada can strum. I make music," Joseph corrected. "But if you are referring to pint-sized muggers that attack women, then yes, I found one. However I had help." Elven to English: Yerna amada means 'decrepid fool'.
Brand rubs his left thumb over the edge of his mask
Might I inquire as to where you ran into the mugger?
.o0(a block from nobodys, hmm guess i had better just hang out over around that area at night then.)
Thanks for the information.
Flips the man a silver as he walks back to his seat.
.o0(ok so he is from the shanty town, and works the area by Nobodys, but I doubt he would attack a fellow like me, Im big armored..well armoed enough I guess, and armed... I'm going to have to catch him in the act if I'm to catch this guy at all.)
Joseph pulls his mandolin to his front and starts to pluck the strings. He started to sing The Fause Knight on the Road.
"Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
Im gaun to the scule,
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.
What is that upon your back?..."
well met, Joseph, no I don't know him, I only wanted to say hi.
noting the mandolin.
lle naa lindar?
you're a bard?
Halandar bursts out in laughter at Josephs comment
Joseph returned to the bar and is asked a question by Halandar.
"Uma, Amin naa lindar," Joseph responded. Elven to English: "Yes, I am a bard."
noone is nosier than I am, even the Ranielina said so Joseph. So what did he want? could I travel with you as a dancer and partner in song?
you're very very funny Josephm, and I won't take no for an answer. could you ask that man "what languages do you speak?" for me?
Joseph passed Kannan a pair of silver pieces and walked to the stables.
[dwarven]hello, how are you?
.o0(great.... well at least this time i know he's talking to me, what did the musician say his name was? kalandar... eh that doesnt sound right, halandar? i think that was it. well i better head out before he gets to asking me all manner of things. Probably should head back to Nobodys.)
Brand rises from his seat and quickly leaves the Last Lich
to nobodys
*Hermy whispers to Major and Major whispers back, shaking his head as he does.*
*Hermy shakes his head, sighs, and then dismounts.*
"I'll be rights back."
*Major nods again and sits next to the alley.*
*Hermy goes to the door and waits until someone enters and slips in after that person.*
*He glues himself to the wall and takes in the scene quickily.*
*Once he finds who he is looking for, he approaches the man from behind and taps him on the shoulder.*
"Hey! Hi there Tybalt."
"Next time ya might want ta try not sitting with yer back ta the door."
*The Jackall scout turns and groans.*
*Hermy nods at him.*
"An ya might want ta also try a bit harder ta hide."
"Not that this is the worst place. Ya don'ts looks suspicious being here or nuthin like that, but ya shouldn'ts has just come straight here."
"Next time try going down a sideroad or two, an be sure ta looks behind ya to see if yer being followed."
"Didn't you notice the big armored dog walkings about a hundred feet behinds you?"
"The one with the saddle, but no one riding it?"
"It's a little suspicious don't ya think?"
*Tybalt shrugs.*"I've seen stranger things. I didn't think it was worth worrying about."
"Youse suppose ta be paying attention. Yer job as a scout is ta notice everything ya cin. An ta worry about them all."
"The bad guys coulds be anything. Dogs, cats, birds, elves, halflings, even little old ladies."
"When yer scouting ya can't trust no one but what ya see. An what ya don't see."
"Do you understands what Ise saying?"
"No. Not really."
"Well why don'ts you go backs ta the Jackall compound an thinks about it. Ise afraid you aint gunna get breakfast with the rest of us."
*Tybalt mumbles and starts to get up to go, Hermy taps his arm again.*
"Go aheads an finish yer drink an stuff."
"If this was a real scouting mission you'd be dead."
"An bein deads a good reason fer a drink ifen ya asks me."
*Tybalt sits back down and mutters a quiet thank you, Hermy smiles and heads to the bar.*
"Hey Bartender guy. Ya gots a few bones I cin have?"
"It's fer official city buisness."
You want... bones? What kind of bones? I'm saving the monster bones. Well, for a good enough price I might let you have them. City business? Whaddaya mean, 'city business?'
"My dog and I are training the newest Jackal scouts how ta sneak around, an I thinks Major would look less suspicious following them ifen he had a bone in his mouth."
"A hungry dog looks more dangerous don't you think?"
Where's your hat?
"Ise a Silver Sword."
*Hermy points to his pin.*
"Much more heroic looking dontcha think?"
*He gives Kannan a second to admire the pin before continuing.*
"We're training the new Jackals since most of their guys got killded."
"An Ise training the scouts cause Ise the sneakiest guy in the guild."
"An probably the city too."
"Ifen theres someone sneakier. I aint seen them."
Oh, yeah, I can give you a cow bone for him -- so long as you don't want one of the magic monster bones, it's okay.
He calls to a server, and asks her to bring out a stew bone from the kitchen.
"An my dog followed one of them here."
"That's why I'm here."
"An thats why I needs the bone."
"Tybalt should have noticed a dog following him."
"The other guys probably will. So he needs a disguise."
"An a dog with a bone in its mouth don't seem as unusaul as one without."
Well... shouldn't you train them in unfamiliar territory as well? They won't always be scouting on the streets of the city, will they?
You ought to take them out, somewhere.
He glances craftily at Hermy. Like to another town, and back.
"But first I needs to know ifen theys gunna be ready fer that."
"No sense in taking them to a strange place ifen they get lost where they lives dontcha think?"
Even if it were an easy trip, and a simple task... But, as I said, if you're not enough of an instructor. Well, we all know our limits, don't we?
"Oh, I cin supervise like nobodys buisness."
"And I will be taking them out of the city ta do some more intense training."
"Not some simple thing either. I know my limits an theys way past simple."
"We'll be heading out soon too."
"N... Yeah. I do."
"We're gunna go back to the pass that I defendeds from the flying troll to see ifen theys controls it yet. An finds the secret trail passed it that theres got to be.... Theres always a secret trail. Usuallyy under the moutains too."
"Or maybes we'll go see how many dragons an how much loot they has, that there is there is up in the moutains waiting ta burn up the city. An then scouts out the best spot ta ambush them."
"Or both."
*Hermy puts his hands on his hips.*
"Ise that good of a instructer."
Before letting them anywhere near dragons or 'flying trolls.'
He looks at Hermy. I was only a foot soldier, but I know that much.
You'd be well advised to look for an easier task to get them started out with. Like helping out a fella who misses his wife...
"Who? Is she in danger? Where did sh go missing at? If she is in dangerI shoulds probably handle it alone."
Eric sighs, setting down the mug.
I came here to find out why my brother hadn't written. I didn't expect to be running his inn. It's a lot of work. I need my wife, and I miss her and the kids.
I need someone to go out to the farm and escort them here.
"Oh, yer Cog's brother aintcha?"
*Hermy looks at the ground and shuffles his feet.*
"Youse right about taking them guys out for something simple first."
"I coulds get them to do all that otherstuff. But it would be better ta start with something smaller."
*Hermy looks up.*
"But just as important."
*Hermy looks into Erics eyes.*
"I know what it's like ta miss yer wife. Mine... she died recently."
"It aint a feeling I'd wish on anyone... well almost anyone... an I..."
*Hermy clears his throat.*
"... I kinda owe you."
Your wife died? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a bad memory...
Eric looks really distressed at his gaffe.
"Ise Kirby Woodhomes brother..."
I'm not holding your kin against you. We all have someone in our family we'd rather not... After all, there are good'uns and bad'uns, and the bad'uns come from somewhere.
He sets the mug in front of Hermy, sloshing a bit on the table.
I can't pay you enough to make it worth your while, probably. But, if you'd help a guy out... I'd be grateful.
"I don't needs ta be paid. Ise a hero, helping people is what I does."
"Especially when its ta help out someone who really needs it."
"An getting to be with yer wife is something everyone needs."
*Hermy takes a drink, and continues.*
"An it sounds likes something that woulds be good expierance fer my scouts."
"An thats what they needs help with."
"So we'd actually be helping each other."
*He takes another sip and glances over at Tybalt.*
"Though I don't t the scouts would minds a free drink once we gets back."
That's great... that's really great! When you get back, dinner and a round of drinks for you and your scouts.
He sits for a moment, grinning, then moves things around on the table a bit, explaining where his farm is located.
I'll write a note for my wife, so she'll know I sent you. When do you think you'll go?
"I'll has ta clear it with the Jackall in charge guy first. But I don'ts thinks he'll say no."
*Hermy smiles.*
"Don'ts worry, you'll see yer wife soon."
Joseph paid for breakfast and ate. He saw Halandar.
"Lle desiel tyala?" Joseph asked the halfling. Elven to English: "Are you ready to play/perform?"
hi, good morning joseph
"Lle sinta Arwen Isabel ar' Edhel Mor'ohtar?" Joseph asked. Elven to English: "Do you know Lady Isabel and the Elf (black) Knight?"
"N'uma, nan' amin salka ai'men," Halandar answered. Elven to English: "Nope, but I will dance anyway."
Joseph grinned, he started playing and singing. Halandar began to danceFair lady Isabel sits in her bower sewing,
Aye as the gowns grow gray
There she heard an elf-knight blawing his horn.
The first morning in May[/code]Halandar danced out the roles of the lady and knight while Joseph played the the sad seduction the elf knight did to Isabel.
Originally posted by Hermy the Hero
"I think we'll goes as soons as we can."
"I'll has ta clear it with the Jackall in charge guy first. But I don'ts thinks he'll say no."
*Hermy smiles.*
"Don'ts worry, you'll see yer wife soon."
Eric grins broadly, and raises his mug to Hermy, then takes a deep swallow.
It'll be awfully good to see her again. This is the first we've been apart since I came home from the war.
The server brings out a chunk of marrow bone on a plate, and sets it in front of Hermy with a dubious expression. She sidles away, trying to get back to her work while still watching the halfling, apparently expecting him to gnaw the bone himself.
"War's'll do that."
*Hermy examines the bone and forces the frown to fade.*
"Ise sure yer wife will be just as glad ta see you too."
"I'd better go finds the rest of moi scouts then, an lets them know we'll be headings out of town fer our next bit of training."
"I'll be backs ta get yer note before we leaves."
"Takes yer time writing it. Don'ts hurry to much with it. I know I wouldn't want Alissa ta hurry an writes a note ta me ifen it meant she couldn'ts say everything that needs ta be saided."
"We'll waits fer you to finish ifen it aint ready when we is."
After Hermy leaves, Eric hurries up to his office and settles down to write.
"Theres a change of plan. Pretends I didn't find you an goes ta the breakfast in the morning."
"Ise gots an announcement ta makes."
*Hermy leaves his drink on the table and heads out to give his dog a bone.*
"Major, we needs ta finds Minto instead of the scouts. Wese gots some plannin ta do before morning."
*Major nods and clamps the bone between his teeth.*
*Hermy mounts up and they set off.*
Joseph strode to the door of the Last Lich Inn and outside, he places his hat on his head as he exits.
[to Elsewhere]
Joseph removed his hat as he strode in. He sees a vacant booth and takes a seat in it.
She walks in, removing her cloak and takes a seat at the bar. She orders an ale and drinks it, thinking.
Joseph started to eat in relative silence in the private booth.
One of those nights Patches.
'Permanent bouncer'? 'See Eric...' I wonder if Eric would be interested in a bouncer that blended in with the room, it is hard to relax when it sems like a lot of muscle is watching, Joseph thought.
He just looked at the board and thought.
"Good evening Eric," Joseph said.
"I just read on your notice board that you wanted a bouncer. I might not be the strongest man around, but I do not appreciate it when someone starts a fight or trouble. Would you be interested in hiring me?" Joseph asked.
You're that new bard. The one Elise's father is so worked up about... He leans back, looking at Joseph appraisingly.
Y'know, bouncers pretty often end up with broken noses, broken fingers...
"Plus, who would expect me to be a bouncer? And a broken nose isn't something a few spells can't fix," he continued.
"Besides, I have a few tricks under my cape and a knack for avoiding pushing up daisies."
"If I didn't, do you think Elise's father would be so worked up?" Joseph winked to emphasis that last statement.
As an after thought, he added, "I also hear that a facial scar can really accentuate the character of a man's face."
Why, a dirty rag and a slop of whiskey on the wound was all I got, and I was grateful for it, let me tell you! Magical healing, my pretty little...
Eric spies a family staring from a nearby table, and harrumphs rather than ending his statement.
Bed is a space in the common room.
He sighed and continued tunning.
A day of work is still a day of work.
I just wish it wasn't so boring.
Joseph scanned the room again and continued to play softly.
"Let's see if you can find something to do before you go to sleep."
[to Elsewhere]
The elf does notice a bard plucking the strings of his mandolin, who looks like he's paying more attention to what's going on in the room than to his music. Eric's occupied elsewhere, so asking him about it is out for now. As busy as things are, he decides to let it go for now - the fellow is hardly looking like he's liable to start a riot at any moment - but Ran does make a mental note to check him out later, if the man keeps up this somewhat strange attitude.
By the time Ran gets ready to turn in, the bard has left already and the monk forgets about it. It's time to go home, enjoy a quiet moment with a cup of tea and rest up.
Joseph walked in and removed his hat. He strode over to a cover and curled up to sleep.
I should probably ask Brand his opinion on theft... is it really stealing when all you take is what was unjustly taken from you? Joseph thought.
Hello again. How are you doing?
"So, so.... Long days and restless nights... You?" Joseph asked.
Could have been better, could have been worse. Was looking for a job, sorta. No luck at the moment.
She sips her ale.
That's the sorta of the whole thing, I don't know what I can do. Codrian suggested shophand, maybe I'll follow up on that. Anyway, I need something to do.
Joseph chuckled for no visible reason.
Not really what I was thinking off either.
"The Mother knows your presence last night would've made a difference. Apparently one of the new 'law men' in town was after this mugger, he got there after a bystander had his lifeblood flow from his throat. Imagine the difference having a healer around would make," Joseph said.
[OoC: *Priestessessess is an old inside joke from my first AD&D game when I was 11... there were two Priestesses in the party of 11 people (levels 1 to 3)... and all those S sounds start to echo.]
"By the time I showed up looking for Brand, there was nothing my meager powers could do," he whispered.
She looks down at the bar.
I doubt I could have done much either in that case.
"Do you consider it stealing to take back something that was unjustly taken from you?" the young bard asked quietly.
Euhm no. If it was taken unjustly, then it's technically still yours. Why do you ask?
"And well... I need help doing it."
After she's done So you want to get him back. Do you have a plan how?
I guess so. Well, if you do plan to get on with it, then you could disguise yourself, something like that. Is there any reason they'd still be looking for you there?
"I did somethings--unintentionally--that probably left a sour taste in the mouths of certain people. But a disguise is a good idea..."
"I think I know some guys that would be willing to help."
Not much difference, no. It all depends on who pays you.
She stands up and pays for her ale.
I'll have to meet them later then, I have to go for now. See you later.
She puts on her cloak and walks out.
[to Elsewhere]
Then he too stood up and headed outside.
[to Elsewhere]
Evening Kannan. Anything I can get with couple of coppers? I am bit short of money right now.
Kannan: "Three coppers. Just a moment."
Stares at the fare Kannan places in front of him. A large earthenware mug filled with water and a small wooden plate with three biscuits. Then nods slowly and takes a sip from the mug.
Thanks.
Joseph came in the front door and was greeted by a displeased Eric.
"You realize you are late. No board for you and if you finish today I might let you stay in the stable."
I miss dinner, and stay out all night and he is complaining about me abusing his generousity? Joseph thought behind weary eyes.
He took a seat and slumped down. From his posture it was hard to tell if he was dreaming or watching the room like a sentinel.
Tycho walks in through the door and looks around. Noticing Joseph sitting down by his lonesome, he walks over to an empty table not too far from the bard sits down. Ordering a meal and water to drink, he sits quietly and thinks as he waits. Once he food arrives, Tycho eats with an appetite.
He yawned again and resumed his pose.
.oO(He wasn't just sitting down, resting. How is he ever going to be able to get back his horse if he has to nap in the middle of the day like that?)
Finishing the meal, Tycho stands up and walks over to Joseph.
"Are you all right?"
"Did you finish the letter?" Joseph asked without lifting his head. It felt like a ton of bricks.
"Watching the room..."
"Jus' gimme tha' letta'," Joseph was so exhausted that his linguistic skills seemed to regress. Raising his hand to take the letter was an exercise in will power.
"Isl' have a messenger deliver it... Wouldn't do to haves it looka like we staged it."
"Anyting else? Cause youa interrupt-ting my.. uh... 'watching of the room'."
"One moment, there's something I have to do."
Joseph forced himself to his feet. He walked over to Eric. Each step closer to Eric was like a small burden being lifted from the bard's shoulders.
"Eric, I'm sorry. I appreciate that you went out on a limb for me, giving me a position as bouncer and all. But I don't think it is working out. I'm a performer, and I need to do that. Plus I have something coming up, so I might not be around. If you ever need me to stop a fight while I am here, I will gladly do it, but I don't think I can offer my services as a retainer."
After his little speech, Joseph felt almost awake and invigorated.
"I understand Joseph... I'll need money if you plan to stay here tonight"
"You'll get it... you'll get it..."
Joseph turned and walked back over to Tycho.
"I feel much better now. So was it Liliths or Silithis?"
"Nope, that seems like everything..."
"I'll contact you if there is anything new."
Tycho smiles and nods his head in greeting, then leaves.
[to Hightower]
[to Elsewhere]
Keeping his daggers on him, he unseheathes one and puts in it in his hand and sleeps on the arm.
Joseph walked in from outside, gave a pair of silver to Kannan and headed in back to sleep.
He plopped down into a pile of hay and covered himself for more heat.
I wonder how many people actually realize I'm a bouncer, and how many think of me as a bartender or something? It's not like I've given much cause to believe the former. I simply didn't have many opportunities to. All for the best, I guess.
Aside from the bard that acted somewhat off and later on another man who fell asleep in the common room with a knife in his hand, the place looks as jolly and peaceful as ever. The first looks like he couldn't even keep his eyes open if a pretty girl walked by, and the second paid for the privilege of a place to sleep, so neither is much of a worry. An hour after midnight Ran calls it a day and goes home to rest.
Joseph woke up to the familiar sensation of hay prodding his spine.
"Muggy hay, oh how I've missed you..." Joseph commented to himself before digging his way out of the hay pile.
The bard stood up and stretched.
"I sure hope that kid... Ted? Toad... Todd! That's it. I hope Todd didn't run into trouble."
The bard ran his hand through his hair and pulled a stray straw from it.
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Common Room
Joseph walked in and took a seat in one of the private booths.
What happened to Brand? You don't think that mugger got him, do you?
You should probably find something else to do before tonight.
He stood up and walked out of the inn.
[to Elsewhere]
Tycho walks into the Inn and looks around. Not seeing that crazy bard anywhere, he goes up to a barman. After a minute or so, Tycho manages to get his attention.
"I am looking for a friend of mine. HIs name is Joseph, I know he is usually found around here. Have you seen him?"
Barman: "He is right outside. Loafing around. You must have seen him as you came in..."
"How odd. I didn't. Sorry for wasting your time."
Embarrased, Tycho goes to the doors, looks out and instantly sees Joseph outside. Shaking his head in wonder, Tycho calls out
"Joseph, I have to speak with you."
Then Tycho gestures for Joseph to come in the the Inn and goes to find a quiet table.
Joseph walked back in and takes a seat across from Tycho in the booth.
"Did your instructors give you time off Tycho?" Joseph asked.
"Lle nauva leitha autuva?" Elven to English: "Are you free to go?"
Translation: Why are we speaking Elven?
"Uum'mali."
Translation: Nevermind.
"Il cael amin on lekmee amin heru."
Translation: No, I have not shown the letter to my instructors.
"Lle elea, amin caele noa."
Translation: You see, I had a thought.
"Saes, feith."
Translation: Bear with me here.
"Lye tengw'lekmee yeste yemen mankoi ume?"
Translation:Why did we write that letter in the first place?"
"Lle quene uunae a'utuuva er tyaro a' lembuva Tel'taurn'minas." Elven to English: "You said you couldn't find a cause to leave the hightower."
Yes, I did.
"Lye gorga quena i'mani'na mankoi?"
Why are we afraid to tell the truth?
"Um'amin il'quen'sen mankoi?"
Why do I not just say to them:
" 'Iire amin winya tal, mellon tue amin."
When I was new to the city, a friend helped me out.
"Sii mellon anta tuuva"
Now my friend is in need of help.
"Amim caele melenor il'sinome aa, ikotane amin tua ho?' "
May I have a few days leave, so I can help him?
I did not think of it before, and neither did you for that matter.
I wanted to tell you the change of plan first, and see if you had any objections.
Looks at Haladar
"Ro dina er. Lle mellon"
He is a quiet one, he is. A friend?
"Halandar naa winya a' i'tal, ar' lye omente. Sii' lye mellon." Elven to English: "Halandar is new to the city, and we met. Now we are friends."
Translation: So, any objections?"
"Amin nowa Julia naa manke," Joseph said. Elven to English: "I wonder where Julia is."
"Re naa i'kinta." Elven to English: "She is the fourth."
"Well then, I think we are done. I will clear this with my instructors and meet with you here. We will need provisions and clothing and such things, yes? Well, goodbye."
Nodding his head at Joseph and Halandar, Tycho leaves the Inn
[to Hightower]
He began to play the opening to Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone in Elven. [Perform Check 23]
Linda amin er lina en' er ro tanya naa wanwa,
Quene, deanam tanya naa amin?
Seasu en' corm ro talale no' er re
Vanwa i'ear a' Skye.
Mull nae n'alaquel, Rum no' i'forya,
Eigg no' i'hyarya ale'quel;
Alkar en' nesse gline e' ho corm;
Alkar en' ro manke?
Linda amin er lina en' er ro tanya naa wanwa,
Quene, deanam tanya naa amin?
Seasu en' corm ro talale no' er re
Vanwa i'ear a' Skye.
Ona amin au' ilya tanya nae eller,
Ona amin i'anar tanya sile!
Ona amin i'elles, one amin i'corm,
Ona amin i'ro tanya nae wanwa!
Linda amin er lina en' er ro tanya naa wanwa,
Quene, deanam tanya naa amin?
Seasu en' corm ro talale no' er re
Vanwa i'ear a' Skye.
Yulle ar' hwesta, tol ar' re,
Orod en' rosa ar' arar,
Ilya tanya nae quel, ilya tanya nae vanya,
Ilya tanya nae amin naa wanwa.
Joseph finished and bowed. He bent over to collect his hat with fifteen silver pieces in it before returning to the table.
Tycho walks in from cold and looks around. Not initially seeing Joseph, he turns to leave, but catches a glimpse of his as he does. Tycho walks over to the table and sits down.
"I did it."
[Elven]"Maybe eight days."[/E]
[Elven]"Ready to go shopping?"[/E] Joseph asked.
[to the Market Place]
[To Market]
*His eyes quickily scan the inn, looking for Eric.*
*Failing to find him, Hermy sighs and goes to the bar to speak with
Kannan.*
"Hey! Hi Bartender Guy."
*Kannan sighs.*
"I have a name you know."
"Of course you do. Just about everyone does."
*Kannan rolls his eyes.*
"A lot of people like to be addressed by their names."
*Hermy blushes a bit.*
"Oh, sorry about that. Ise Sir Hermy Woodhome. But ya cin just call me
Hermy. I only go by Sir Hermy when Ise needs ta impress someone."
*Kannan looks at Hermy and shakes his headand then shrugs.*
"What do you want Sir Hermy?"
"Ise looking fer yer boss. Ise suppose ta pick somethin up from him. Is he
here?"
He's out back, supervising a delivery of cheese.
*Kannan jerks his thumb towards the kitchen.* "Don't
touch anything,
going through the kitchen."
*Hermy nods.*
"Of course I won'ts. I seen how mad Volos an Ham get when ya touch their
stuff, an they's good guys."
*Hermy strolls into the kitchen and stops to sniff the stew cooking on
the stove.*
*He yells out to Kannan.*"The stew needs more pepper!"
*He reaches for some spices and then stops himself and continues on
through the kitchen.*
"Hey! Eric! Is you here?"
"It's me! Hermy!"
"Hi, c'mon, I've got to see these cheeses stowed
properly..."
*He leads the way down the stairs, where the cheeses are being set on racks.*
"Are you already ready to go? I have the letter done, it's on
my desk."
*Hermy looks at the cheeses and then gets his mind back to buisness.*
"Yeah, Ise gots the scouts getting ready, an I just needs ta pick up some clothes from my tailor in the morning."
"An some foods fer the men ta eat on the journey."
"Volos is gunna make a few sammiches, an we'll get some of them dried stuff too. It travels better then sammiches, but it aint as good."
"I'm thinkin' I might get some cheese too."
*Hermy glances at the racks.*
"Well be leaving before noon."
"I suppose we could leave a little bit earlier ifen yer in a real big hurry fer us to get yer wife back to you."
*He looks at Eric and gives him a serious stare.*
"You remembered ta say "I love you"" in yer letter didn't you?"
"It makes a good snack."
*Eric shakes his head, as if to dislodge the confusion. *
"She knows how I feel. I told her I miss her and the kids. Here, take this cheese for your rations. It's got a good rind on it, it'll travel well."
*He grabs down a cheese ball and hands it to Hermy.*
"Sure I want her here as soon as possible, but I don't want you and your men leaving unprepared."
*Hermy takes the cheese ball and then gives Eric an even sterner stare.*
"We'll be ready. But we aint leaving until you puts an 'I love you' in yer latter."
"I don't thinks you know how comforting that can be."
.o0(Or coulda been.)
"Yer wife may knows how youse feels, but ifen things go bad she shoulds be able ta see it too."
"A little thing likes that is a lot better then cheese."
"Its even better then pie."
"You wouldn't deny yer wife pie would you?"
Eric grimaces slightly. Just a moment...
He walks over to the cheese deliverer, and counts out the payment for the supplies, thanks him, and walks back to Hermy.
Okay, that's done, it'll only take me a minute to add that note to the letter.
Eric gestures Hermy to precede him up the stairs.
"Yer wife will really appreciate it."
"I can'ts leaves till tomorrows morning anyhow."
"Oh! And don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
"Or read it, so be as mushy as you want."
When they reach the main room he tells Kannan to get Hermy a drink, then hurries to his office.
"Cin I get a milk with a lemon in it?"
*Hermy looks around the room, and humms.*
*HGe comes back out with a glass of milk.*
"Sorry all out of lemons."
*Hermy shrugs and takes the glas and takes a sip.*
*He looks at Kannan.*
"This must be cow milk right? Back at the guild we usually has goat milk. Goats are a lot funner then cows. Cows just sit around an eat grass, goats... well goats run around a lot more and bump things with their heads."
"Theys a lot more action oriented. Kinda like advewnturers."
"An heroes."
"I don't think there are any goats heroes though."
"But I know there aint no cow heroes...."
*Kannan turns around and walks off. *
*Hermy sighs and finishes his drink.*
*Hermy sets the glass down on the bar and waits for Eric to come out of his office. When he does Hermy hurries over to meet him.*
"Ya dids it right?"
*Eric nods and hands the note to Hermy.*
*Hermy puts it in his pocket.*
"I'll guards it with my life."
"No need to be that dramatic. It's only a letter."
"Its not just a letter. Its a letter ta yer wife."
"Thats a pricless thing."
*Eric shrugs and Hermy nods.*
"I'll see you when I get yer wife to town."
"Be careful."
*Hermy turns around and leaves the inn.*
*Kannan looks at Eric and the two of them shake their heads and sigh.*
steps out of inn to wander around looking for a vendor of halfling clothing.
"Ay, orcs could be nasty an all but when ye up fighting gigantic numbers of goblins, I would say that goblins would be harder ter kill."
"What are ye talkin' aboot orcs are stronger and faster then goblins, they would be harder ter fight.
"True, but ye fergot aboot the fact that goblins are usually smarter then most orcs and can create some mean traps an all."
"Yer not much smarter then a orc if ye ask me...."
*Both dwarves stand at that moment and looks as if they are going to fight. Aramil hurries over to where they are and sets his mug of ale down.
"Well if ye ask me I would say that both are as equally strong. Though they still aren't strong enough ter take out a bunch of us."
*Aramil winks at both of them as they turn there heads to reguard him.
"Ey, I know ye. Yer that weaponsmith at the SSAG. And a durned good one if ye ask me."
"Thats right Dag, he's Aramil Dunskar. Now why in the nine hells would ye say that orcs and goblins are of equal strength?"
"Well why don't ye sit down and I'll order some more ale fer all of us. Then I'l tell ye why."
*So the dwarves sit down and Aramil orders some more ale. Then he starts telling tales of battles his father told him about when his clan was facing orcs and goblins.
"And ye know my kin won all of those fights..... Ye can never defeat a strong dwarven stronghold."
*The two dwarves bob there head and say 'Ay'. So then Aramil goes into more tales about wars his ancestors had and some fights he was in himself.
"Oh by the way I didn't catch yer names... What are they?"
*The one on the left of Aramil stands up and bows to Aramil then brushing back his black beard he says:
"Ye can call me Dag Rockcrusher."
*The dwarf sits down to allow the other one to stand up and introduce himself.
"And ye can call me Nag Rockcrusher, a twin brother to Dag, though I'd be saying that I'm the smarter of the two."
*With that the two dwarves start to quarrel again about who is smarter. Aramil chuckles as he watches the twins fight. Then after they calm down he continues on with his stories of war long into the night.
She gets up, puts her money safely away, puts on her cloak and leaves the Inn for the Market Square.
*After Aramil gets done with his story he leans back into his chair and then drains the rest of his drink. He sets it down with a clank. Then he gets up and bows to the dwarves.
"Well I'm sure then we can meet here from now on and share the many stories from each of our clans. Oh and if ye have any more friends that want ter swap stories bring em' over. I'm sure we'll all have fun ;)."
*He bows to the twins again and then heads off to the SSAG after paying for his drinks.
ah, the evening again, now I can go searching, yesterday was close, at least the guard believed me.
Cleans himself up and goes to the bar, tosses 3 sp for a meal and eats in quiet.
After eating halandar steps out
Not willing to say anything, Halandar simply goes to the room and takes off all his clothes
At least I didn't lose the set of winter clothes I just bought
and lays them around the room to dry and drys himself with some of the bedsheets and then goes to sleep.
"Well like ye said we brought some other of our friends with us. This here is Osgar Beld'urk, and the one near me brudder is Thangal Beld'urk, brudders as ye can tell but not twins like us. I believe Thangal is the older....."
*Thangal gets up and bows again, he sits back down smiling. Osgar shakes his head and sips his drink.
"Well since ye guys are new here why don't ye tell us about yer clan and then we'll get into some more war stories from each of our clans, Dunskar, Rockcrusher, and Beld'urk."
*Aramil smiles and then listens to the tales of Osgar and Thangal. Then once they are done he tells them stories about his own clan. While in the middle of one of his stories Thangal stops him with this question:
"Well why don't ye just create an army so ye can defeat the durned troll!"
*Aramil shakes his head.
"Na, to much legal stuff fer that. And I don't know when we would be able ter go up there. Fer now I'll just be workin in the forge. Though I could use some more helpers."
*The dwarves smile and say:
"We's can help ye in yer forge!"
"Well fer as much as I like ye, I still don't know that much about ye and plus I don't think there enough room in the forge to do so."
*Aramil nods his head to the dwarves.
"But fer now lets just continue with the stories."
good, they din't rust, well hopefully they won't rust later, great at the clothing and scabbards are damp.
Halandar puts his clothes on and goes into hte bar, and sits by the fireplace to dry off.
Joseph walked in and went to the stage to continue performing.
After Joseph finished, he took his sack to a booth and calculated his income for the day.
Thirteen silver pieces and twenty copper pieces...
[elven] hi Joseph, I no longer have my tools. I need 5 gold.[elven]
Halandar walks back over to the fire place and sits down so that his damp side is facing the fire.
You smell like a sewer. And now the room you stayed in smells like a sewer. That bedding shouldn't have needed scrubbing for another three days!
And you're sitting here in my inn covered in--
Eric notices a young child at a nearby table, and modifies his choice of words.
--chamberpot leavings, stinking the place up!
You're either paying over again for the room, to cover the extra cleaning costs, or you're scrubbing that bedding yourself! And then you are getting the h- the heck out of here until you've cleaned up properly in a bathhouse!
He glares at the stench-exuding halfling, menacingly.
[halfling]what did you say?[/halfling]
Don't play dumb with me. Everyone speaks the common tongue. You've got to the count of five to pay up or start scrubbing.
Eric puts his hands together, cracking his knuckles.
He swings his arms, loosening up the muscles.
[elven]I don't know what you want, but I don't want to fight you[/elven]
Nearby patrons are moving away, clearing space for the apparently pending fight.
Halandar crouches down getting ready to tumble or jump aside a hand on a dagger ready to draw and peers around looking for someone who can translate.
I can count all the way to ten!"[/h]
[h]"Hush, Jonquil," says her father. "That halfling is only pretending he doesn't speak Common."[/h]
[halfling]please, I really don't speak common, tell him, I can't use my money right now, is there any way I can compensate? I'll work it off, if I have to, but I cannot use my money.
The father halfling pulls his daughter further away.
[elven]please, I really don't want to get hurt, I don't want to fight, I'll trade a dagger to compensate[/elven]
Halandar undos the strapping for two daggers and hands it to the man hilt first.
His jaw set, Eric glares at Halandar.
At least I'm dry, must obtain money though, I'll just have to sell a few daggers
As he grabs hold, Halandar screams out, [h]Hey I'm going to go get some money you big oaf[/h]
Eric twists Halandar's arm up behind his back, and marches the halfling to the front door.
You had your chance. Don't come back here -- you're banned from the inn.
Halandar has a moment to wonder if this is how birds feel, before he lands in the street. Not even his skill in tumbling saves him from a bruising thud.
Joseph sat strumming his mandolin in the same booth he slept in the night before [5 sp paid some game time between last post and this].
He ordered breakfast, paid for it, and ate in relative silence.
They take a seat in the booth next to Joseph, and with a bit of straing he is able to hear a few snipets of their conversation.
"I don't think this is a good idea, we shouldn't be leaving the place unguarded."
"Why, how long have you been working there? Has any one ever tried to break in before? We're just there for show."
"But the new shippment just came in. If saomeone were to rob.."
"No one will. They don't know the new shippment just came in. Heck, hardly anyone even knows we get shipments. It's not like it's common knowledge."
"It's not ezactly a secret either. Wine doesn't just appear in the taverns. They have to get it from somewhere.. And it wouldn't be too hard to figure out whee it is coming from."
"You've been listening to the boss for too long. Most people who would steal the wine are too drunk to try it."
"Or drunk enough to try it. We should really get back before someone notices we are gone."
"Who? Besides us, the only one there is old Gunther. And he won't wake up until his shift is over. Lets get to know some of the people who benifit from all our hard work at protecting their wine. Like her..."
The younger man points at a young woman at the bar and then pulls his companian to his feet and goes to flirt.
He's only a little taller than me... no one should be able to see through the disguise... 'Ol' Gunther?' Now if only I could figure out their names... Joseph schemed.
The bard stood up and approached the bar.
"Hey Kannan, I need three ales," Joseph began.
"Hitting it a little hard early, ay Joe?"
"You're a riot Kannan. Here's fifteen," he said as he reached into his primary purse and withdrew fifteen copper pieces.
The bard took one of the drinks and took a sip. He swashed it inside his mouth to try and stain his breath with the scent of it. Confident in the bluff, he took the other two drinks and turned to the flirtatous guards.
As Joseph walked towards them he spilled some, but not too much, of the ale on his clothes.
"Hey, fellas, here's your drinks," the bard said as he thrust the pair of ales into the hands of the two guards.
[Bluff Check Mod +7]
The younger man removes his elbow from his companians gut and takes the drinks. "Thank you. I was wondering what was taking so long." He smirks and takes a sip of his drink. "Is our stew almost ready too?"
He turns and Joseph can see him wink at his companian. The older man sigh and avoids making eye contact with the bard.
"Whachoo talkin' 'bout? We came 'ere to *hic* dri-rink."
Joseph raised his ale as if to drink.
" 'i [why] we standing, why don't we go back to the booth?" the bard suggested.
Oh yeah... that warehouse better be full if I am making an idiot drunkad of myself.
"Save us another trip."
The younger man looks at the older one and winks again. The older man shakes his head. "I don't like this Garth."
Garth smiles. "What's not to like? We're just having a few drinks with our friend here."
"No harm in that."
"Can't we enjoy a bit of wine occasionally."
"It's not like we don't do our part in providing it."
"It's not right."
Garth puts an arm around Josephs shoulder and takes the last glass out of his hand. "Sure it is? Right pal?"
"Another two ales," he said as he passed a silver piece to the bartender.
Joseph carried the two new ales with his old one back to the booth and slid them their replacements.
"I'm Jac.. *hic*.. Jac.. ob. Great 'ay, aye?" the bard said.
Brand walks inside and looks around for Joseph.
.o0(He said he would be in here... where could he be?)
Brand spies Joseph talking with two other men.
.o0(eh no need to be rude i'll wait till he's not busy)
Brand signals Joseph best he can to let him know he is here. Then he heads to the bar.
Excus eme sir, could i get a glass of water and an ale?. Brand says placing 5 copper on the counter.
Brand sits at the bar sipping his drinks once the barkeep delivers them.
Newman gives a brief wave and then tries to avoid looking at the bard.
Garth rolls his eyes at him. "He's not much for having fun. All work and no play. You know the kind right Jacob?"
Garth chuckles.
Yes, get drunk and spill your guts, then we can go on a walk and you can sleep it all off while the warehouse and strongbox are pillaged.
"I'za be righ' bok, nex round."
Joseph took the ale he had been nursing and got up. He went to the bar to get another two ales for the guards.
The bard slipped Kannan another silver and he took what looked like a deep gulp (if it wasn't half empty) of the same ale he's had the entire time before coming back. Joseph returned where he set the new ales in front of the guards and resumed his seat.
"So'z, you two-ooo sit-tee g'ard? *hic*" Joseph asked.
"Hell no. Too much politics with that. And to many rules."
"We work for a private firm."
"Garth, I think maybe we should be heading back?"
"We just got here, stop being a stick in the mudd."
Garth nods at Joseph. "So what do you do?"
The bartender moves to help another customer.
"Priv'ete firm? I'za bets Newman is 'o firm he w-ill b' gettin' a potio.. po-motion," the bard sputtered.
I hope that sounded untelligeable.
"How many promotions have you gotten in all that time?"
"I'll tell ya. None. Started as a guard. Will retire as a guard. Unless you plan on pulling a Gunther. And then he'll die as a guard."
Garth laughs and takes a big swig. Newman shrugs and twiddles his thumbs andconcentrates on not looking at anyone.
"Wha'z kind of guard 'r' 'oo, New-mon? *hic* Ya don't see anyting!" Joseph pointed out.
Sometimes the best way to cast off suspicion is to provoke it.
"Loo' tat da big mon tat da bar. 'ure he'z big, buut I bet tiz all fat and pudge. I'za bet if 'ou were ta win a fite with him, 'ou w-ill get a pro-pro-pro-*hic*-motion."
Joseph took another "sip" of his ale.
"Garth, we really should be getting back."
Garth rolls his eyes again. "Newman's not much of a fighter. Are you Newman."
"Ten years on the job and hes never caught a single crook."
"I haven't seen one either. We need to get back though. Before one finally dioes show up."
"And what would you do if one did? Lets have a few more drinks with our new friend here."
Newman sighs.
" 'ou a man o' ah coka-*hic*trice?" he goaded.
"A man that has a job to do."
"Excuse me. I need to get back to work."
Newman gets up and casts a quick stare at Garth before heading out of the inn. Garth starts laughing.
"That guy just doesn't know how to relax."
"What do you say we get another drink and then find out if that pretty little thing over there has a sister?"
Garth chuckles and points at the serving girl.
After Garth went to the bar, Joseph slipped out the front and tapped Brand's shoulder on the way.
[to Elsewhere]
"Greetings Armail, I'm Filli Oakenshield.
*The dwarf bows as the other dwarf gets up and he too introduces himself.
"Ay, and I'd be Killi, younger brother to Filli.
*Aramil gets up and bows to the group.
"Well this looks like a fine group we got here don't it. Oh and please don't bring any more people in here, afraid that the owners might not like us dwarves startin fight er anythin' like that. But by all means tell yer friends bout me stories and such I'm sure they'll like em'."
*Aramil winks to the group then he allows the two newest editions to start talking about themselves.
(ooc: Sorry just had to use Filli and Killi from the Hobbit, they were one of my favorite dwarves in the book :D
So dwarves to date in story group: Aramil, Dag, Nag, Thangel, Osgar, Filli, and Killi)
.o0(oh nuts!...gotta catch up)
Brand gets up and heads after Joseph.
to elsewhere
*After a long time of talking with the dwarves, Aramil gets up and bows to the dwarves then he heads off ot the SSAG for some well needed rest.
Tycho waks into the Inn nd looks around. He sees it full of people as usual, but unsurprisingly no Joseph Kell. Walking up to the crowded bar, it takes a while for him to get the bartender's attention.
Bartender: "What will you have?"
"I am looking for Joseph Kell, a bard who often plays here and around here. Have you seen him?"
Bartender: "Not today. Will you buy something, or let me work?"
At that dismissal, Tycho turns to leave. Thinking he might be playing in or near the marketplace, Tycho leaves the Last Lich Inn.
[to Market]
(ooc: I met Tagg at the big dinner/ball thing a while back, in case you were wondering.)
Tagg enters the inn and looks around a little bit before approaching the bar.
"Hello, there."
"Greetings, welcome to the Last Lich Inn. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Ehh.."
Tagg quickly glances up at the menu before responding.
"A glass of wine would be good, thank you."
Tagg fingers around in one of his pockets, finding that he did not take much gold along with him.
"...the cheap stuff."
He adds, then puts down a gold coin.
"We only offer that in a bottle - do you mind?
"Oh. Not at all."
The bartender nods, collects the gold coin and goes to get the drink.
[ooc=buy bottle of the "cheap stuff" for 1gp]
.oO(Yes he was the one deciding what to eat first.... at the big feast..... yes I remember him, well lets try and get him ter come along.)
*Aramil takes another swig of his ale and casually makes his way over to where Tagg is sitting when he is there he clears his throat and says to him.
"Hullo Tagg, mind if I sit with ye?"
.oO( Hm.. a bit watery. Well thats what you get when you only pay a single coin for a whole bottle. Oh well, its a change in scenery from all the tea I've been having lately. )
He puts the glass down as Aramil approaches him, recognizing the dwarf from the feast.
"Ah, hello... Aramil, is it? Sure, take a seat."
"It's been a while since we've seen each other last, tell me what have ye been up ter since the feast?"
.oO(Hopefully he's been on a couple of adventures so that I at least know he has some experience.)
"So, we trekked out there and ventured into their tunnels, where a bunch of kobolds gave us a close encounter. We triumphed, but Maelut had gotten poisoned, so he and the other elf stayed behind."
"Other than that, haven't done much. Been taking it easy the last couple weeks since I got back."
*Aramil smiles widly at Taggs explaination.
"Well thats good ter know, yes that is very good ter know. Well let me just cut to the chase, I've been given a very special quest by me kinfolk here in Garics. They have aske me ter clear out a shrine to their god so they can worship there again. And I've been lookin' fer some strong people to aid me in this adventure, now Volos says ye want ter join the SSAG, well if ye help me out with this quest then yer bound ter do so. So what do ye say?"
*Aramil waits quietly for the elf to digest his words.
"So what sort of rumors are you starting about me today comrade."
He pulls up a chair and sits down next to the two.
"[dwarven]Good evening good Master, I don't think we've met yet. My names Boirin, son of Naerin.[/dwarven]"
Boirin smiles broadly then takes a sip of ale.
.oO( Ah.. the SSAG.. I'd still be looking forward to a bit of rest from the venture in Sorat Arlon but this is quite an opportunity.. It would be foolish to pass it up..)
"Yes, I'd be glad to help, Aramil."
He smiles and gives a small nod, just as Boirin approaches the table.
"Ah, hello Boirin."
Tagg takes another sip at the watered-down wine as the rogue pulls up a chair.
"Well thank ye Tagg, I would love ter have yer company. What says yer friend there?"
*Aramil recaps the events leading up to his question to tagg about joining in on the quest. After he is done he waits again for the hopefully new companion to digest the words and give him an answer.
[dwarven]"It would benefit ye dearly if yer going to try and get into a guild, especially the SSAG. Think about it, and if not, I'm sure there's going to be a big reward, or I'm a bearded gnome." ;) [/dwarven]
"I have relized this, I even went and spoke to Sir Pfaebin and the Lady Mirrielle. It seemed like it would be well worth my time. A bit of cash is always noice though. I'm in though, I've been gettin' twitchy just servin folks there drinks."
Boirin takes another bite of cheese and bread then takes a sip of ale and continues.
"So what's the gig, monster elimination or what? Tagg an' I here have done to of those, a hunt for some goblins and an mop up of some kobalds.
"Well yes ye could say that, but I don't think there'd be any goblins or kobolds ter kill here. Na, this is a much bigger and stronger monster, so a bigger reward ;) We are clearin' out this monster so that some of me kinfolk can worship there god at the site again. Sound good ter ye?"
*Aramil again waits, this time with a smile on his face since he has two out of the 3 people for his group.
"What kind of monster?"
*Aramil smirks again and then asks.
"So do either of ye know anyone else that we could bring along in our quest?"
"Unfortunately, our other companion was poisoned on our last adventure, and the only spellslinger I know, well I havn't heard from him in a few weeks. I might know of a warrior mage, name is Tyko or some such thing. Met right before we went out. Had a drink with him here in fact."
Ulerian remains staring at the fire, sending small whisps of smoke into the air
"Erm..... he said that it came out of the ground. So it could be both actually. Why do ye ask?"
Tagg waits, and recognizes the wispy cold voice to be Ulerian's. However, he remains silent and allows them to continue.
*Aramil waits a moment for the person to reply.
Ulerian shrugs and continues to smoke.
"Say, how would ye like ter come along with us on our quest? I could use another hand in our adventure, and judging by your interest I'm sure ye would like ter come and help."
"Is there payment invovled?"
*Aramil looks at all of them in turn and waits for an answer.
Ulerian pays for his meal and exits
"Yes, a day should suffice."
He nods, then puts the stopper back on the bottle of cheap wine, preparing it to take the remainder with him.
.oO( Maybe a bit of aging'll make this taste a little better... or it just might make it taste worse. Or maybe I just shouldn't care and toss it..)
He smiles at those seated around him.
"Good, now I'll see all of ye tomorrow."
*Aramil drains the rest of his ale and then leaves the LLI and heads to the SSAG.
"Bye, Boirin, I'd better be off myself."
He wraps his cloak around him, then reluctantly decides to take along the remainder of wine. The elf exits the inn and traces the streets back to the boarding house.
{To weatherby's}
[exit LLI, to Ironwolf Armory]
[dwarven]"Godday, Good master, ready to start our adventure our little adventure I assume. :D Well I hope our companions show themselves someday soon."[/dwarven]
Tagg leads Brie towards the main door entrance and bids him to stay there while he goes inside for a few moments
"Tampaya."
He takes a swift look around to note that no stable boys were around to see him leave the donkey there, then heads inside. He tries his best to look over the heads occupying the establishment to pick out his friends, doing so but without ease. He approaches Aramil and Boirin and takes a seat, positioning his shoulders so the hilt of his scimitar doesn't dig into his back.
"Hello, Aramil, Boirin."
¤ ¤ ¤
Equipment Listing:
¤ studded leather (worn, 20 lb.)
¤ explorer's outfit (worn, 8 lb.)
¤ silver bracelet (left wrist)
¤ scimitar (left shoulder, 4 lb.)
¤ short sword (belt right front, 2 lb.)
¤ full water flask (belt left back, 2 lb.)
¤ daggers, 3 (belt chest, 3 lb.)
¤ composite shortbow (back, 2 lb.)
¤ quiver of 20 mundane arrows (right shoulder, 3 lb.)
¤ belt pouch (belt center front, 0.5 lb.)
¤ flint and steel (belt pouch, 0 lb.)
¤ coins, 15gp (belt pouch, 0.3 lb.)
~Total Encumbrance: light load 44.8/58
Brie's Equipment:
¤ trail rations, 3 days (pack saddle, 3 lb.)
¤ feed, 2 days (pack saddle, 20 lb.)
¤ bedroll (back, 5 lb.)
¤ backpack empty (saddlepack, 2 lb.)
~Total Encumbrance: light load 30/50
"Yes we should be able ter start our adventure soon, we just have to wait for that guy to come, any of ye know his name by chance? I don't believe he told it to me.... odd....."
*Aramil shakes his head and takes another gulp of his ale.
"He is an apprentice wizard of the Hightower, who accompanied us on our last mission, he names himself Ulerian. I'm not sure if we can trust him or not, but he is probably trustworthy enough."
He shakes his head and waves a barmaid over and gets asks for a mug of cheap ale, when she returns he smiles warmly and takes a long drag of ale.
Entering the front door, the trio find a quiet corner booth in which to set. They order drinks and food for supper. Tea for NaShae and Kywyn, fruit juice for Dak (and Mon'Qui). Hex is comfortable in the shade of the table, though he finds it harder to blend into Kywyn's lighter attire, and Palasha is content hunting her old haunts around the building, away from the customers.
Kywyn finds some amusement in the fact that though three of them enter, they actually travel in an entourage of six. Naturally, it does not show on his face.
He thinks back to the Midwinter celebration, the music and dancing. Kywyn had seen Codrian and Anaya dancing and found it ironic neither knew of each other as Avowed agents. It made him wonder if there were any agents in their midst that he knew nothing about.
Since he had ascended to a place among the Inner Circle, Kywyn feels he is in a better perspective to see the connections. Nevertheless, they were all splinter cells, not knowing much beyond their own link. His link had just grown larger.
He had a hand in handling Anaya and Codrian as Verinal handled NaShae and himself. NaShae is Kywyn's success story, he feels. The best person he brought into the shadows. At first it was because of a selfish need, but now they were on the same page. And Dakarai is proof. What more can he say on that subject?
There were others, the elf Fern who had been dismissed and reconfigured as a half-orc, and there was Kywyn's brother, who had fallen in battle. They lived as shadows on Kywyn's mind now.
Putting thoughts of the other life in the back of his mind, Kywyn enjoys a good meal with true family.
*Tensek steps into the bar and makes his way to the counter and addresses Kannan.*
Tell me have you seen an elven lady about this high with black hair and green eyes?
*Kannan shakes his head and responds to Tensek.*
No I haven’t seen her in awhile.
*Without waiting for a further response Tensek rushes out of the inn.*
.oO(Where she go?)
[To the Marketplace]
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[To Elsewhere]
A few of the patrons turn to give him some polite applause.
The man starts to whistle a lovely tune, and a few more eyes turn towards him.
Once he finishes he hurridily jumps down from the stage and retreats to the bar.
(Perform check 18)
He takes a few sips and waits to see if Minto appears....
Brodda enters the inn, ready for a drink and a good, rousing crowd. With her brightest smile, she walks up to the bar and greets Kannan.
"Grreetin's to yeh, lad! It's been a while, eh? Ah'll have an ale, if'n yeh doon't mind."
Kannan gives her a friendly enough smile and turns to get her ale as she drops a few coins on the counter.
.oO(That lad's always seemed uncomforrtable with meh... Ah wonderr why that is.)
He turns back, gives her the mug of ale and scoops up the coins, dropping them into his apron.
"Thank yeh! Ah'll be wantin' moorre laterr, Ah'm surre!"
She takes her ale and turns, lounging at the bar for a moment, looking out through the sea of people, getting a feel for the crowd.
"How's the crowd tonight? I promised a few peoplew I'd play a few songs tonight."
He glances over the inn's patrons, spotting the gnome from earlier and gives him a nod.
"See that gnome over there? He fancies himself a musician."
"Hes not to bad either. A bit nervous, and inexpieranced I don't think he's performed before a croewd very often."
"I told him we'd show him how it's done."
"You up for performing tonight?"
Minto winks.
"For the crowd here I mean."
"Rreaddy? Am Ah rreaddy teh shoow soome yooung strriplin' hoow its doone?"
She laughs again, merrily.
"Ahh Minto, yeh kill meh."
She quickly (but daintily) drains her mug, smiling as the familiar warmth seems to flow into her every pore. She sets the mug on the counter and grins at her halfling friend.
"Well, let's do it."
She winks at him as she grabs his hand and heads for the modest stage.
.oO...I wonder when they're gonna start...oO
"I don't think you'll have much of a problem joining in, it's a simple littly ditty. Just something I came up with to kill time."
Minto strumms a few chords and smiles at the audience.
"We've kept you waiting long enough, haven't we?"
"Are you ready then? Good."
"Here's one you haven't heard before."
"I call it, "The Red Pants of Courage."
Minto begins playing slowly, a light bouncy little number, he starts singing about when Hermy first came to town.
Soon the tune gets darker, the chords heavier . The Night of the Shadows is mentioned, and how Hermy got his kittens.
.oO(Anotherr soong aboout Herrmy, eh? Heh heh, well, it is his job afterr all. If Minto lacks in anything, it cerrtainly isn't looyalty.)
She thinks about that for a second.
.oO(Actually, he dooesn't lack in much, hee hee.):D
She lifts the recorder out of its loop at her waist, listens to the rythm and style of the music led by Minto, and joins in, giving the darker Night of Shadows section of the song an eerie quality.
The lyrics detail briefly the hunt for the giant at Henry's village, and the duel with the nobleman. And of course how Hermy received his fabled red pants.
Then the first visit to the undead keep makes it's way into the song, accompanied by deep, slow, haunting notes. From there, it leaps into the action theme again, though played on a lower scale as the dragon slaying adventure is recalled.
By the time Ivan is a pile of ashes, and Arnor half the man he was before, the song has taken another turn, this time a slow dirge like quality.
As she plays, her eyes scan the crowd, seeking anything interesting, smiling at those watching her.
There is silence for a few beats, and then Minto explodes into action, and into the lyrics of the song, as he makes his appearance into the tale of Hermy with a grand ovation of bright crisp notes, and solid heroic chords.
The trip to Brannon's Run with Baby Kirby, and the meeting of Wyrmbait the ogre follow with the same exciting and noble theme followed by the climatic showdown with Kahn's hordes, and the goblin warlords death.
.oO(Ahh, therre's noothin' like a good beat teh get the blood rreally floowin'!)
And then, the the song takes on the quality of a ballad as Minto recounts Hermys first meeting with Alissa, and their courtship.
A love ballad at first, but like so much before it, it mutates as it goes along, the creepy Kirby theme sneaking back in, and then the fast, deep chords as Kirby is killed by Hermy, Aria, NaShae and Kywyn after his violation of Alissa.
Then the song slowly returns to the happy, sappy ballad like music as Hermy nurses Alissa through her recovery and their eventual marriage.
Immediately following the "I dose" the song begins to build to another climax as the saga of holding the pass and the battle of the Silver Sword versus the bloodtroll plays out and comes crashing to a halt when the some what victorious Hermy returns to find his newlywed wife dead. It takes on a sad quality, but keeps its fast pace as Hermy details the hunt for the mummy's tomb to get the required diamonds to have her raised.
Minto stops playiing, trusting Brodda to fill in with the appropriate backing as he sings about the heartbreak Hermy went through, and the message from Alissa from beyond the grave as she tells Hermy the Mother has other plans for her.
And then Minto starts to play a few more notes, slowly at first, sparse lonely notes, but adds more in, as he tells of how Hermy busied himself training the Jackal scouts.
Finally he returns to the action theme from earlier, as he begins to tell of the trip to bring back Eric's wife, and finding the giants there, he mentions Majors death and then stops, motioning for Brodda to do so as well.
He looks across the crowd.
"It's a work in progress. I'm afraid we'll have to wait until Hermy gets back to finish it, I'm afraid."
He moves back a few steps to whisper to Brodda.
"JJust a little something I whipped up this afternoon."
"Your turn."
He gestures for Brodda to take center stage.
There is a hushed silence at the end and then the inn explodes with wild applause.
(35 on the performance.)
.oO(Oh. Thanks. Ah get teh follow that? With what?)
She smiles for the crowd and sweeps her arm.
"Let's hearr it forr Minto Newberry, Garric's grreatest halfling barrd!"
The following applause gives her the extra time she needs to survey the crowd and decide what they need to hear.
.oO(They need soomethin' cheerrry. Let's get this parrty starrted.)
When the applause dies down, Brodda again lifts her instrument to her lips, blowing gently through the mouthpiece, releasing a lovely, happy tune. Soon she brings it to a toe-tapping rythm until nearly every face in the audience is smiling.
Then she raises it another notch, bringing it to a feverish pitch, and at its zenith, brings it to a sudden conclusion.
She smiles, waves to the people, and steps off the stage for the bar, where another ale awaits her.
She takes a drink, then looks at Minto.
"That was quite a soong yeh put t'getherr. Ah'm trrustin' it will have a good endin'."
(30 on the performamce)
Minto continues on, and gets an ale of his own. "It had better."
"Otherwise I'm out of a material. I might have to start working on my songs.."
"And more importantly I'd be out of a friend."
He sips at his ale, and looks for Eric.
Heh...like I can follow both of those....oh well....ill...just do a little ditty to calm them down as they drink...heh...
Gebetto calmly walks onto the stage and stands as he watches the people slowly file away from the dance area and sit down.
Well....ladys and gentlemen...now that the excitements over.....just relax....enjoy the evening...ill help you...
He grins as he bows and quickly and quietly slides his lute off his shoulder and strums a rythym quietly.The sound is smooth and steady and is not to loud but just loud enough that you can hear it across a conversation with a friend.He performs for at least 4 minutes.Near the end of the song he plays up the neck to the lower bass notes and finishs with a long droning deep tone.He smiles and bows again then light leaps off the stage and grabs his ale.He sips it and walks over to Minto.
Well...now that thats down how bout ya introduce me to your friend.
He smiles at the dwarf and sips his ale
As he plucks and strums, the crowd turns back to conversing. Although no-one jeers, his song ends to only polite applause.
"Not bad, lad. Needs soome worrk and prractice, but that will coome with time."
She stretches out a hand to the new bard with a smile.
"Ah'm Brrrodda, lovliest, and best, dwarrven barrd in these parrts."
She shakes his hand in greeting.
"Welcome teh Garrric's."
She looks around.
"Let's find a table, shall we?"
She meanders through the crowd, saying hello to those of her adoring public who greet her, looking for a table. A group of three gentlemen, seeing that Brodda and her group are having trouble finding a place to sit, graciously offer to move.
"We really enjoy yer music, Miss Brodda! It's a pleasure ter give up our table fer ya."
The man gives her a gap-toothed smile as he stands and bows slightly. His companions look a little less adoring, but follow the lead of their friend and stand as well.
Brodda smiles warmly.
"Why thank yeh! What a lovely gesturre! And verry much apprreciated, too."
She gestures for Minto and Gebetto to sit as she catches a harried waitress.
"Lass, we'll need a frresh rround of drrinks herre, and Ah'd like teh pay forr a rround forr the fellas that just vacated this table. Put it all on a tab and Ah'll take carre of it beforre Ah leave t'night."
The waitress gives a tired acknowledgement and pushes her way through the crowd. Brodda sits at the table with her companions.
"Minto said soomeone else woould be meetin' us herre. What led yeh to the charrmed path of a barrd?"
Minto winks at Brodda, before laughing.
He takes another sip and puts his glass down.
"Now then, didn't we come here for a reason? Besides just to put on a show?"
"Let's see who knows something about Kerris eh? I'll be right back. Be a pal and get me another drink will you Gepetto."
Minto excuses himself and returns to the stage. He starts tuning up his lute, and smiling at the audience.
"I've got a few more songs to try out tonight. I've never performed them before, so you'll be the first to hear them."
"And if any of you were in the market earlier today, I'd like your help with the last one."
"If you'll recallll I was asking about Captain Kerris. Well, if you know anything, I'd appreciate it if you'd tell Brodda what you know about the subject. She'll fill me in when she comes up to help me out with the last song."
"So the more you tell her, the longer it will be until she does come up. And the longer I'll be playing for your enjoyment."
Minto strumms a few chords and then starts singing.
In a low voice, and without looking the dwarfess in the face, she says, "Kerris was a vicious slattern. Do you really need to know more than that? She was a nasty, bullying cow, and we're well rid of her.
She broke my man's feet, and he's had pain in his bones ever since. Said he was cheating his customers, but I say she was paid off to do it, by a gambling debtor he couldn't pay on time."
She gulps her drink, and adds, "I'm guessing she got in over her head, though. That's why she ended up out on her rear, and needing to leave town so sudden-like."
He smiles and sips his ale and orders one for Minto.
When the woman comes up to the table, he politely gives them some privacy and scoots his chair forward a few feet
"T'was a death that brought him here.
A note from his dead brother.
He had passed away his note said,
And had returned to the Mother.
Arnor was the first,
Dead to the headsmans axe.
Killed for a crime he didn't commit,
Fortunetly he came back.
Weehawk, the noble hin,
found dead in an alley.
Aria Amberhawk, though she denies it,
Was next up on the talley.
And after Her, Kirby again.
He just would not stay dead.
Cog tried to help out that score,
By cutting off Kirby's head.
Next up was Daron Haldar,
Killed by mysterious circumstance.
But the Mother in her wisdom.
Gave him a second chance.
Tawnos, oh brave Tawnos,
Took his life in fear.
And Zanderat, blessed Zanderat.
We moarn the loss of your beer.
Esgir, that crazy gnome,
Slain by the Begger King.
And the first Da'Vane,
Huzzah! to him I sing.
Treble the archer, did not survive
His lovers death for long.
And he'ld be very upset to find out
He's found immortality in song.
Ivan Granitehammer, met a firey end.
And Arnor as well again.
Slain by a dragon,
We will miss those two dear friends.
Seamus, the blackguard,
Felled by NaShae's power slap.
And Trebellar the druid,
Who took the long dirt nap.
Lavan met his end,
Kirby buried him alive.
And Kirbys last reserection,
Cog did not survive.
Conrad Drake, the Demmonite folol
Met a fitting end.
You won't survive long
Claiming Kirby Woodhome a friend.
Corparal Crandle, lost in the sewers
To a dangerous beast.
One that also claimed Natala
But we got her back at least.
And for the last time,
Kirby was vanquished from this land.
He met his final end,
At his brother Hermy's hand.
Anaya, the elf druid
Eaten by a cat.
She's since gotten better
How'd she manage that?
Ashina, the songlady, wil be missed
Her death a great pity.
Felled by a dragon
While defending her city.
And then, poor Alissa.
Hermy's much missed wife.
She was needed elsewhere,
So the Mother took her life.
And most recently, Major.
Hermy's noble mount and steed.
Slain by a tribe of giants
While performing a noble deed.
Many friends have died,
And a few enemies.
Part of the tragic tale
Of the great Sir Hermy."
When silence befalls the woman, Brodda speaks.
"A gamblin' debtorr, eh? Do yeh have his name, by any chance, Ma'am?"
She looks at the woman and smiles warmly.
"Yeh see, we'rre trryin' teh rright anotherr wrrong done by Kerrris, and teh do that, we need teh knoow just how dirrty she was. Will yeh help us?"
The woman makes her way back to her own table.
Before the woman can step away, she hands her a gold coin.
"Thank yeh."
She sighs, makes a few notes, and drinks her spirits.
Minto slides a chair up next to Brodda and then plops into it. "Did we find out anything useful?"
"You don't see any guards in here do you? I'd really hate to offend them to their faces."
"Erm... is something wrong with ye?"
*The dwarves look at each other then Thangel speaks up.
"Ah, we heard about yer little mission up at the temple, and well ye know how we feel about that."
*Aramil puts his head down and shakes his head. Then he lifts it back up and looks at all of them.
"I've already explained this to Hegnus, it was not my fault that this happened, I was unconsious at the time, what do ye want from me? I am sorry, and I will be sorry for a thousand times. I'm already paying the priests back fer the ressurection, I don't know what else I could do ter earn yer trust."
*The dwarves look at each other for a moment then slowly nod to each other, Thangel speaks up again.
"Ye know that we trust ye, but ye also know how we fell on these type of matters, if it is a dwarf matter, then a dwarf should do it. We usually don't like other races doing jobs fer us."
*Aramil looks at Thangel and shakes his head.
"I'm sorry, its just that it seem ter me that ye expected that I would go in there by meself and kill the monster. And ye know that I probably would have ended up dead, would ye have wanted that?"
*Thangel and the dwarves look kind of surprised that they never would have thought of it like that and they slowly realize that it was not Aramil's fault. Thangel yet again speaks up for the group.
"Yer right, and we are sorry for judging you like that, now was there something that ye wanted ter talk ter us about, or do want ter tell some more stories? I've got a nice one ter tell today."
"As a matter of fact I do have something ter talk to ye about, I have been asked ter make a Mithril Chain Shirt for someone who is enchanting me axe as we speak. Now I know that if I do it meself that it would take a long time. So ter speed up the process I was wonderin if any of ye could help me make it. I'll pay however helps me 50 gp when the shirt is completed. Any of ye interested?"
*The dwarves think about if for what seems like a second, then the twins speak up at the same time.
"Aye, Nag and I...""like ter help ye. We are pretty....""good craftsmen ourselves."
*Aramil can stop himself from chuckling at how amazing the twins are at finishing each others sentences. Then Osgar speaks up.
"I would also be honored ter help ye Aramil, I am a decent craftsman, but I would be willing ter help ye as long as ye need."
*Aramil looks at his three helpers, smiles at them and nods his head.
"Aye, thank ye all of ye. Meet me at the Silver Sword Adventurer's Guild tomorrow around 2 pm. Then we shall get started on the armor. Now that that is over with, Thangel ye said that ye have a good story ter tell us, so lets hear it!"
*Aramil gets settled in his chair so that he can relax and hear Thangel's story. Thangels clear's his throat and tells them all a tale of how his clan long ago when he was but a child defeated a mighty clan of giants threatining to whip out his entire clan of dwarves. Aramil listens intenetly to the hole story and when it is over he buys a round of ale for the dwarves and congradulates Thangel on his story, then after Aramil has drained his mug he heads back to the SSAG for some sleep.
Minto strumms his own lute a few times, and then starts playing a song a song mocking the city guard. He gets to the second verse and notices someone entering the inn, and nearly drops his lute.
"Hermy!"
*He heads for the bar and plops his coins on the counter.*
"I needs some pie please."
Minto slides up next to Hermy and grabs his hand.
"I knew you'd make it back safe. It 'll take more then a few giants to put you down, won't it?"
"Tell me all about it. Details. Details. It will be your best song yet. Hermy versus an entire tribe of giants."
Hermy smiles, and shakes Mintos hand. "Well it wasn't a whole tribe, just three an they wasn't fully grown yet..."
"We don't have to go into that much detail. We can just focus on how you slew them after the long ardourous struggle."
"Actually we lets them go, Natal..."
"We can leave that part out too."
"How about how you escaped?"
"You did escape didn't you? The giants aren't standing outside are they?"
"Nope, we sent them home, but I didn't really escape. I was..."
"Maybe I should put thios song back in the woodpile for awhile eh?"
"Come on. Come sit with me and Brodda. We have some news for you."
Minto pulls Hermy towards his table.
"I didn't escape because I was never caughts. I was just pre... News? What news?"
Minto pulls out Gepettos chair for Hermy. Minto sits down next to Brodda and smiles.
"It's about your dad."
"Herrrmy?!? Hoow...? When...? Ah mean..."
She stops and laughs.
"What Ah mean is, its good teh see yeh safe. What happened? Ah knew yeh'd been kidnapped by giants, and not that we werren't gooin' teh coome teh yeh'rre rrescue but..."
She sighs and just smiles.
"It's good yeh'rre back."
She sits through an odd silence as the two halflings look at her. She looks back at them wondering why the were looking at her, then...
"Oh! Yeh'rre Da! Aye, good news indeed! Herrmy, he's alive. We've got a lead wherre we might find him, if we can just get him rreleased frrom the rrest of his sentence."
"Where is he?"
"An whens whens we goings to get him? Gettin his sentance ended shouldn'ts be a problem. Since he didn'ts do nuthin."
"What dids they say he dids anyhow?"
*A small frown crosses Mintos face.*
"It's not as easy as it sounds Hermy. We have to prove he didn't, um, kill a priest."
"Father Camrun confirmed that it was Kirby who did it, but we have to prove to a judge that the sentance was unfair."
"Of course it was unfair. My dads woulds never kill no one. He's a good guy likes me."
"Lets go find that judge an I'll proves it to him"
"How?"
"By nots killing him."
"It dooesn't worrk quite that way, Herrrmy. But doon't worry. Minto and Ah arre worrkin' on it. We'll get that sentence overrturrned and have the legal paperrs we need teh get yeh'rre Da rrealeased."
She looks at Minto with frustration.
"But this isn't worrkin' as well as Ah'd hooped. Seems she's hooked up with merrcs. Ah'm assumin' that's shorrt forr merrcenarries, which we alrready knew she might have doone."
She sighs.
"We need morre, and Ah want it fast. Maybe its time teh check into the rrecorrds, see what kind of inforrmation we can dig up therre? Orr maybe..."
Her face brightens up a little.
"Minto, what aboout that Lieutenant Gerrrug? He's been arround forr a while hasn't he? Woould you mind talkin' to him? See if he knoows anythin', orr if he knoows who might knoow?"
"It won't..."
Hermy interupts. "Youse seen Daron?"
"Yeah, he helped us go to the salt mines to find your dad."
"That was awfully nice of him. I've been wantin ta thanks him fer that lovely wedding presents he gaves me an Alissa."
Hermy stops smiling and stares at his slice of pie.
"It was nice of him. I invited him to your dads welcome home party you can thank him then if you want."
"If thee is a welcome home party."
*Minto manages to overhear it.*
"Don't you want to throw him a party?"
"Because he will be coming home. With the three of us on the case, theres no way we can't bring him back."
*Hermy doesn't look up.*
"What if one of us dies trying? Or he dies once we finds him."
"He mights be safer where he's at. Peoples tends to die arounds me once Ise related to thems."
"I think more people tend to live when they get too know you."
"How many times have you saved Miss Cuwen's life?"
"What about Baby Kirby? If it wasn't for you, he'd never have been born."
"What about all the people you helped save during the night of the shadows? Or all the Guild members back at the pass that survived because you took the bloodtroll down and forced her to retreat?"
"What about me? I'm still here Hermy, and we may not be related by blood, but I consider you a brother."
"A lot more people haven't died by nature of their relationship with you, then have died because of it."
"Yer right Minto."
*Minto smiles.*
"Of course I am."
"I'm a bard afterall."
*Minto points across the room.*
"Theres someone else you've helped."
"Eric."
"His wife and family made it back safe, thanks to you, and your scouts."
*Minto waves at the inn's owner, and nudges Hermy to do the same.*
"Why don't you go say hello?"
"Ok.
*Hermy gets up and makes his way towards Eric.*
"Hey. Hi. It's me Hermy."
"Ise been tolds yer family gots back ta ya safe an stuff likes that. How are they doing?"
They're doing great! Just great! And I have you to thank for it. Why'd you slip in so quiet-like? I didn't even notice you over there! Hey everyone! Look who's here! It's Hermy Woodhome, greatest halfling that ever lived!
Eric's wife pops out of the kitchen, smiling broadly, and hurries over to plant a kiss on Hermy's cheek.
You're a good man, Hermy Woodhome. A real good man. And, I'm awfully sorry about your dog.
She listens to Hermy as he talks with Minto and she grows worried about the halfling. When Hermy goes to speak with Eric, Brodda leans to the side to talk quietly to Minto.
"Ah'm worried aboout him, Minto. We've got teh get his Da back, and fast."
"It's not as bad as when after Kirby got a hold of Alissa, but I can see a similiar look in his eye."
"We either need to get his dad back, or get Ordermetrix to explain Majors death to him."
"I think getting his dad might be a tad easier."
"I didn'ts wants to intercept Mintos song when I came in. An I was in a hurry ta gets some pie. I aint had none in awhile."
*Hermy waves around at a few people in the inn, and then forces himself to smile at Erics wife.*
"Ise sure he's glad ta has died fer such a good reason as gettings you backs with yer husband."
"Tybalt too."
"If yer gunna die its best ifen it's too make someone happy."
*He glances up at Eric and reddens when he remembers their brothers connection.*
"Well, unless that someone is evil."
"They don't deserve ta be happy."
.o0(Not that deservin has anything ta do with happiness.)
"He's talkin' quite animatedly with the coouple. That at least is soomethin' good."
She sits back and finishes her drink, declining the waitress' offer for another.
"Orrdemetrrex is wonderrfully wise, but it can be harrd teh see soometime's. Ah agrree, finding Herrmy Seniorr will be easierr than expectin' The Motherr teh comforrt Herrmy with worrds."
She looks thoughtful as her thoughts turn back to Kerris.
"Minto, if one wants teh become a merrcenarry, how dooes one go aboout it? Ah mean, suppoose Ah just left the City Guarrd, tirred o' bein' expected teh be good, just wantin' teh make a buck with meh handy fightin' skills...?"
She turns her green eyes on him.
"They have a chapterhouse not to far from the Silver Sword."
"I think we know what are next step is, don't we?"
Well, let me stand you to a mug of ale, and your friends, there, too.
"No need teh go dooin' that, loove. Ah like yeh'rre head the way it is."
She sighs, wondering why they didn't consider this option before.
"Do merrcenarries do theirr business at night orr durrin' the day? Woould it be betterr forr us teh go t'night orr wait forr tomorrow?"
*Hermy smiles, and humms quietly to himself for a few seconds before addressing the couple again.*
"How does yer kids likes it in the city? They probably's aint use ta all the people there is here. It's a lots different then out in the country aint it?"
"Though theres probablies a lot more other kids ta plays with."
*Hermy looks across the room at Minto and Brodda.*
"An that's an important thing, playin with other kids."
"An with yer parents."
"They gets plenty of time ta play don't they?"
"I know wars don't, so I doubt the people who fight in them do either."
"I think tnight might be better. I suspect mercanaries are fond of drinking on their days off. Most people who risk their lives for money seem to be. We're more likely to catch someone coming home drunk, and in the mood to brag."
"If we wait until tomorrow, we'll be dealing with hungover mercanaries."
Eric presses a mug of ale into Hermy's hands, while the server takes two more to Minto and Brodda.
"Ayyyye, t'night it is."
She reaches for her cup, forgetting its empty until she lifts its near-weightlessness. She sighs.
Fortune smiles on her, however, as another full mug appears in front of her. She grins up at the server.
"It's magic!" :D ;)
"Yeah it cin lead ta trouble. And trouble aint usually good."
"I knows a lot about that."
*He takes a deep drink.*
"Of course I gots in most my trouble since I growded up"
*Hermy takes another swig.*
"They's lucky ta has good parents ta keeps them busy."
"Ise gots a dad somewheres, but I aint never met him. An he seems ta be pretty goods at getting himself in trouble. Thats probably wheres I gots it."
"The best type of magic."
"The kind you can drink."
Minto stares at his mug for a few seconds.
.o0(I wonder if I can put spells into one of these? I can put them in sticks, ale seems more willing to accept things then trees are.)
He takes a swallow.
"Truely magical."
"Do you think it would be better to bring Hermy with us, or do you think in his current state iof mind he might say something to hamper our investigation?"
"Hm? Oh!"
She considers Hermy for a moment as her gaze slides over to him, imagining talking with mercenaries in the dark with Hermy helping.
"Ah'm surre he's got otherr things he woould rratherr be dooin'."
Her gaze returns to Minto.
"Doon'tcha think?"
"I'm sure he does, though I'm not sure how good of an idea it is to let him do it."
"He might go off to try and raise the money he needs to raise Major."
Minto shrugs.
"Though looking at him, I suspect he won't get any further then his bed tonight."
She looks around at the crowd in the bar.
"We shoould prrobably go soon."
Originally posted by Hermy the Hero
*Hermy sniffs at his ale and then takes a sip.*
"Yeah it cin lead ta trouble. And trouble aint usually good."
"I knows a lot about that."
*He takes a deep drink.*
"Of course I gots in most my trouble since I growded up"
*Hermy takes another swig.*
"They's lucky ta has good parents ta keeps them busy."
"Ise gots a dad somewheres, but I aint never met him. An he seems ta be pretty goods at getting himself in trouble. Thats probably wheres I gots it."
Oh, your father ran out on you? How horrible! When I was in the army, there were quite a few men like that, running out on their responsibilities. Jerks.
She smiles and pats Eric on the arm.
My Eric would never do a thing like that.
"I'll go tll him we are leaving."
Minto gets up and heads over to Hermy and Eric's family.
"Hermy, I'm going to walk Brodda home. You are welcome to come if you'd like, but I have to warn you."
"There will be a lot of kissing going on."
Hermy nods at Minto.
"I'll just waits fer ya ta gets back here then."
Minto shakes his head.
"You might be better off waiting back at the inn."
"There's going to be a lot of kissing if you know what I mean."
"I knows what you mean. I was married after all."
"I knows how ta kiss."
"I didn't mean to imply you didn't."
"I just wanted to warn you I could be gone all night."
"Oh." Hermy starts to blush. "Oh, that kinda kissing."
"Yeah, I'll go backs ta the guil once Ise done here."
Minto smiles and starts to head away.
"I'll see you in the morning then."
Minto rejoins Brodda and offers his hand to her.
"Shall we be off?"
"He wasn't around cause he was there not cause he was a jerk."
That's worse than running out on your kids.
"He just got sent ta the mines fer doing it."
"Kirby's the one what killed the cleric."
"And then my mom."
"Dad was probably lucky he did get sent ta the mines or Kirby mighta killed him to."
"I don't want to dissapoint the poor man after all he's been through recently."
Minto walks with Brodda out of the inn.
Well, do you even have any proof he was innocent?
Eric and his wife are obviously trying very hard to follow the convolutions of Hermy's story.
"An they said Father Cannedrum said that Kirby did it. He's a clerk of the Mother so ifen he says so, its got ta be true."
.o0(Especially since he coulda asked Kirby abouts it. An Kirby don't seem ta has any problem braggin about killin people.)
"Besides the fact hes my dad. That shoulds be evidence enough."
"They just has ta talks to a judge now or somethin likes that."
"I'll be helping them out tomorrow, but they needed one last night ta kiss without being interupted."
"Ya never knows when its gunna be yer last chance ta do stuff likes that. "
"It's late. I'd better get backs the guild. Volos is probably waitings up for me."
"Thanks fer the ale an stuff."
*Hermy starts to leave and then stops.*
"Oh, I wasn't just talking about Minto an Brodda either."
*Hermy continues out of the inn.*
"They have very good food here."
Lucian slides into a booth and orders.
"I'm glad you've found a place to stay."
Somewhat helplessly, Esmet asks Lucian, "Can you suggest any dishes?" and sits opposite him at the table. She looks a bit discomfited by the large number of patrons sharing the room, but otherwise she seems happier than she was this morning.
"Again, thank you for your help. Do you usually spend your days assisting distressed damsels?" she teases gently.
"Their split-pea soup is heavenly along with the roast beef."
He winks and laughs.
"And I only rescue maidens when they tolerate me sitting at their table uninvited."
She chuckles at his wink. "No offense, Lucian, but you were a sight to be reckoned with this morning. Did you have a bad night?"
"Somethings in the world don't seem fair or balanced..."
He sips his soup, pausing to enjoy it. His face soon grows sad and hard.
"...there are people in this city who can spend days living in paradise without a care in the world. Then there are children starving in the slums..."
Sip.
"I want to change that, but my methods are quite unpopular with the church. They say that it is already balanced, so to speak. How can it be so?
Lucian looks into his soup, searching for his answer.
"Your methods?" she asks quietly.
"I can understand the lack of sleep then. I agree: it doesn't seem balanced or even right to allow a child to die of starvation or sickness. Your clerics would have a hard time convincing me as well that the Mother has a reason for it."
.oO(Forgive me, Mother Ordemetrex.)
"Your cause is a good one, Lucian," she says softly. "I want to help! But your methods..."
"Is there no other way for you to try to remedy this problem? Perhaps you could start ask the government for financial help setting up a shelter or some type of feeding program. Though that doesn't address your issue with the monetary imbalance. Does government in this city allow you to propose changes in tax collections?" she suggests.
"I apologize if my suggestions seem naive! Remember, I'm new to the city."
Kannan isn't quite pleased with the monk's propensity to go gallivanting off on Silver Sword business, but Ran's continuous presence and diligent work over the next months go a long way towards reconciling the innkeeper with the situation. Ran finds himself curiously well-suited to the humdrum of a busy inn. Considering he's spent most of his years in the peaceful surroundings of the jade Lotus monastery, that's not something he'd expected.
Originally posted by Esmet Corelli
Pausing between bites, Esmet glances up from her plate.
"Your methods?" she asks quietly.
"I can understand the lack of sleep then. I agree: it doesn't seem balanced or even right to allow a child to die of starvation or sickness. Your clerics would have a hard time convincing me as well that the Mother has a reason for it."
.oO(Forgive me, Mother Ordemetrex.)
"Your cause is a good one, Lucian," she says softly. "I want to help! But your methods..."
"Is there no other way for you to try to remedy this problem? Perhaps you could start ask the government for financial help setting up a shelter or some type of feeding program. Though that doesn't address your issue with the monetary imbalance. Does government in this city allow you to propose changes in tax collections?" she suggests.
"I apologize if my suggestions seem naive! Remember, I'm new to the city."
"It isn't easy to get their ear of the Lord of the city. You have to be one of his servants in the Jackals or a high-level official of a foreign nation to get in."
Lucian finishes his soup and moves onto the roast beef.
"It isn't like the church wants people to starve either... They just feel that there is an existing situation is at balance."
He scartches behind his ear.
[color=blue]"That is why, I dont know how to go about that route."[/color[
.oO(Always a wealth of information barkeeps are.)
*Jace meanders up to the bar in a indirect way and sits down at a stool three chairs away from the barkeep, and fixes him with a sidlong stare for a few moments, then he speaks.*
"Hey...keep..you wouldn't happen to know where I could find my ....mmmm prey..no not prey....prize isn't appropriet either....h I have it querry. They are a pair of fellows, all armored up, one with a big sword the other with a nice one that a fellow can swing in one hand, with armor that I could shave with because its so damned shinny. Would you happen to know who they are or where i can find them.....Oh and where can I find a place to stay...I would like to stay here but it's a tad too fancy for me."
"Hello, sir. What would like to have?"
A bowl of stew and a mug of apple juice, if you have, please.
"Certainly. Anything else?"
Not at the moment, thanks.
Is soon eating his stew.
.oO(Now, I think I have all the needed items. I sort of wonder what does Natala need all this stuff for.)
"It doesn't make sense," she says finally. "If everything is supposed to be balanced, then why exclude finance? Unless there is balance in the seeming imbalance. Maybe the church feels that disturbing the scales as they are would result in... some more grievous imbalance?"
She shakes her head.
"The way I see it, there are three things you could do. One, you can interpret the religious texts for yourself, rather than let the church dictate what you believe. Two, you can change your mind and follow the church wholeheartedly. Three, you could give up the Mother altogether--but you really seem to love her, considering your prayer.
"I don't know, Lucian. Maybe you should... argue this with a different cleric next time? Making sure not to mention your... methods," she suggests quietly.
"I can't except that there's no need for change... They are right though. If there was a drastic change it could errupt in chaos if not handled correctly."
Taking a bite.
"I'm sorry to bring up such a heavy subject during dinner."
"Well the shinyarmor sounds like Sir Gamis."
"Where can I findSir Gamis?"
"He is a paladin. Look in the church."
"Alright..... and about the place to stay?"
"Try the Nobodys Inn, it is far from fancy."
"Thanks much."
*Walks out of the inn and towards the Church of Thalos*
"What will you do?" she asks, hoping earnestly to hear he will give up certain habits.
.oO(You have a long time to live. Don't endanger it...)
"I'm not sure... I'll see if I can start a program to help them with the contacts I have... Probably another chat at the church."
Nibble.
"If you ever need any help with your program, I would be glad to help you, Lucian."
She begins to eat again, appreciating now the flavor and texture of the dish, though she thinks with eyes on her companion, .oO(I would also like to hear your next conversation with the clerics. How do you explain imbalance?)
.oO(But that would obligate him to talk with me later. I don't want to force him to be a friend to me.)
She pushes away what little remains on her plate. Once she has paid, she just sits with head tilted slightly, watching Lucian as he finishes.
"Thank you for your kindness today," she murmurs happily. "Are you sure you want to spend tomorrow, too, though, showing me around the city? It's all right if not; I understand you likely have work waiting for you or some such thing."
Ahem. Now's your chance, Lucy, to get out while you can. ;)
Lucian finishes his meal.
"I don't think my boss needs anything right away, I'd be happy to see you again. However it is rather late. I'll see you tomorrow at Mrs.Weatherby's."
He pays for both their meals and grins.
"Have good night Esmet."
"Thank you. Goodnight, Lucian," she says with a nod.
As she walks to the door, she wonders .oO(Now which way did we come from?)
To Elsewhere
"Oh, that was quick. Um...green-pea soup and roast-beef please...and a baked potatoe."
Waits for Darkar to order his own meal before speaking. It is obvious to the Jackal something is on the mage's mind, but the young-man is not about to skip the pleasantries.
"So tell me, how are the troops? Is Gamis still training them?"
.oO(He seems rather antsy, and yet he delays speaking his mind.)
"The training is going rather well, all things considered. The first squad group that Gamis and Da'Vane trained are now on duty. The group of scouts that Hermy was training met with some difficulty when they did some field training, but hopefully things will work out for the better."
[elven]"Those two Paladins and that halfling are a boon to this city, these times...I am certain the training the soldiers recieve from them will have excellent results."
He seems about to say something but thinks better of it. Conveniently, the waitress returns with drinks and walks off. His face grows a little serious as his voice lowers.
"There is so much danger out there though. My most recent outing found us a black dragon wyrmling.
I gather there is a mother who is probebly quite upset at our having killed her sibling," drinks his water, shaking his head a little as he swallows a last gulp.
"I honestly feel bad, as if I marked myself for having committed a slaughter."
. o O (Much the same way a with Benelvir. He would remember me...he'll never forget Codrian.)
"Codrian was with me. He is well, but took a bit of a beating."[/elven]
His stomach rumbles almost audibly.
.oO(And I've been hungry all day long. Dinner will do fine... truly.)
Sits to a table near fireplace and orders a dinner.
However his face gives no betrayal of these thoughts. With the tea in front of them he adds a bit of honey to the drink and takes a sip while listening about the dragon wyrm.
"I do not think dragons rear there young from what I have seen. The two young ones seemed to have been on their own for quiet awhile. There appeared to be no evidence of more than one dragon in the area. The two at the pass seemed very familar with each other, perhaps they were mates? However I do not know much about dragons so this could be pointless speculation.
What is there to feel bad about? It was a struggle to stay alive, and from what I have encountered with dragons is they will consume your flesh and take anything of value as there own."
[elven]"Nasty habit, that. Common trait found among the cromatic dragons."
"..."
"It seems I've gotten over a certain fear of doing harm to our enemies."[/elven]
Tells Darkar the bit about the spell he had used, twice. He leaves out the fine details as he switches fluidly to the common tungue.
"Codrian was right, I do need to improve my aim."
Lunch is served, and with a quiet thank-you the two are left to eat.
"Well, it's books for me again. I work less at Natala's and find myself in the tower or in the church with my nose in tombs. I still have a little time to train at the guild, brushing up on my crossbow."
.oO(I'll have a bit to eat when things calm down. Lentil soup today... I like that.)
The evening is mostly uneventful. Around the tenth hour, when the dinner crowd is satisfied and has moved on or is starting on their desserts or after-dinner licquors, the elf gets a chance to fill his hungry stomach as well. From then to midnight, he occasionally helps out behind the bar but mostly his services are unnecessary.
Another half an hour later Ran drops his apron in the linnen basket, waves the rest of the staff goodnight and goes home to Mrs Weatherby's.
.oO(Another quiet night. I don't think I have quite that big a reputation, so it must be the Lich attracting only good customers.)
Starts eating his lunch shortly after it arrives.
"Well if you need help with your aim, I would suggest picking up some pointers from Hermy. He is very good at hitting targets with his crossbow, or you could try Kywyn as well I have seen him shoot a dragon from quiet a distance. It was a great shot, I do not think I could have made it."
Taking another bit he muses over the fact that most of Tynk's time is split more than he would like.
"It could be worse, Tynk you could be bored all of the time and have no friends. Just do not forget to have some fun every once and awhile by leaving the tower. Otherwise you could become a permanent fixture in the tower like some of the others there."
.oO(I'm starving... But I should really wash up before I eat. I'll run a bath while I have a sandwich and eat at my leisure afterwards.)
The elf greets the rest of the staff, has a quick chat with the chef while he fixes a sandwich in the kitchen and retires to the baths with his morsel of food on a plate. Three quarters of an hour he returns, slightly damp and much refreshed, with the plate clean.
.oO(That's better. Now for some soup and maybe a light dinner and I'll feel like a whole elf again.)
Ran relays his order and takes a seat at the bar, taking in the rest of the customers. It's still early, his shift won't even start for another half hour, so the Lich is fairly quiet.
The soup tonight consists of some of the last winter vegetables, with beef broth added for flavoring. Midway through the bowl, she pauses as a yawn splits her face.
.oO(Running around for all the house calls I've had of late is wearing me out. They've each been necessary, though; just that they're all happening at once.)
So musing, she sips her tea, hoping the heat of that will wake her up a bit more, and looks around at the other patrons, trying not to seem to stare at any one person.
"Right you are there, my friend."
When the meal is near finished he speaks again, taking on the slight of a buisness tone.
"The gloves should be ready within a week, maybe two. I will bring them to you on their completion. I can find you at the Jackal's compound?"
"That should be fine, I do not forsee anything taking me away from the city in the near future. So how are things going besides the recent adventures?"
"And I may enjoy warm company over a good meal such as now. It is what life is about, I have learned."
"Good evening, mistress. Enjoy your dinner."
With a deep bow, he takes her order. Seeing that she indeed does enjoy it and that she appears tired, Ran elects to let her sit in peace.
.oO('Tis the season. People's resistances wear thin by the end of winter, many fall ill and require a healer's assistance.)
"I needs a few days worth of sammiches. An a jug of water."
"I can't pays fer it now, but Eric knows Ise good fer it."
*Kannan starts to object, but Hermys stare shuts his mouth.*
"Well you did save his wife."
*Hermy nods and waits. *
"Hermy! Hermy! Minto needs ya! Come on!"
*Hermy looks at Will and then grabs his hand. *
"Shows me where!"
*The two halflings rush out of the inn.*
Kannan shakes his head as the halflings depart.
"There'll be trouble for somebody soon," he says to the nearest customer. "Now what can I get for you?"
Several minutes pass...
"You all right, Miss Natala?" asks a young human, a sometime customer of hers, as he passes by her table.
"...Just tired," she says with a trace of a smile.
"You're supposed to eat soup, you know, not search it for visions," he teases before he leaves.
(He's right, of course.)Oo. the half-elf thinks, giving the soup a stir and deciding it's now too cold to eat. .oO(Tea leaves are more traditional, anyway.)
Pushing aside the bowl, she pays her tab and returns home.
.oO(She hardly even touched her soup. I guess it must be true that healers are their own worst patients.)
The elf feels a fleeting touch of disapproval, but the discipline instilled over decades of training quickly quells any thoughts of criticism towards an honoured teacher.
.oO(I'll have cook warm this up again and eat it myself. He'll be offended if it's returned largely untouched.)
Past midnight, his shift over, Ran helps out washing dishes for a while before handing in his apron and calling it a day.
.oO(Time for rest.)
Before entering Neb looked at the sign.
"That's right.. Last Lich Inn," she said with a laugh.
She opened the door and walked in. A rumble in her stomach reminded Neb that she should order a meal with her drink.
The dwarf casually looked around the room as she waited to be served.
Edited in:
After a few minutes, a server came by. Neb ordered the lunch of the day and an ale. The priestess handed over four silver pieces.
When she came back with Neb's ale, the priestess also recieved five copper coins back.
Neb just waited for lunch to arrive while enjoying her drink.
Neb and I have roleplayed this out over AIM, '~~~' divides what would be separate posts.
After walking through the streets of the city for a bit, inspired by the fact seeds are hardly a meal, decides to head to the Last Lich for a proper lunch.
Upon entering, Tagg heads towards the bar, and is instantly greeted by a worker.
"Hello, sir, how may I help you?"
"I'd like whatever you're serving for lunch today, please."
"Very well. That will be 5 silvers."
"Alright, thanks."
Tagg draws some coins from his pouch and puts them on the counter. As the man walks to go put the order in, he remembers that he forgot to get a drink. "Oh, and a glass of water, please."
The man nods, and then Tagg is left alone. Looking around at the primarily abandoned inn at the hour, he notices a dwarf sitting at a table adjacent to him.
Hm... dwarfs in this city are quite nice, actually. Better than the mean ones I was always told about when I was younger..
~~~
Neb casually notices the elf at the table over. I wonder if he is as nice as Sister Esmet.
The priestess leaned slightly towards the elf and introduced herself subtly. "Greetings! I am Neb Rybel, a Warrior of Light!"
~~~
Hm... I bet I stared too long didn't I...
"Oh, ah, hello. I'm Tagg."
Tagg accepts the glass of water and a check that his meal would be ready momentarily from the bartender who walks over, and then turns his attention back to the dwarf.
~~~
I guess I was right! Neb thought happily.
"Would you like to join me? Or are you here with someone?"
~~~
"Nope, noone with me..."
That's not too pathetic, is it?
"Sure." Tagg picks up his glass and moves over to Neb's table.
~~~
Neb looked Tagg up and down. "Are you a performer also? I ran into one the other day."
~~~
Tagg blinks a couple times, a bit taken aback at the dwarf's conclusion.
"...Nope, I've never been a performer..."
"...So, I take it you're new to the city? I haven't seen you around."
~~~
"Actually, I've been sequestered in the Temple of Agathalos."
~~~
"Ah, that would explain it."
The bartender comes back with a dish with some stew, bread, and cheese. Expecting it to be placed in front of him, he is a tinge disappointed when it is put before Neb, but it soon fades away when the man returns momentarily with his own lunch. Taking up the spoon, and mixes around the contents of the bowl.
~~~
"So what do you do Tagg?"
Rest of scene coming soon... Neb will post it.
"And you're a follower of Agatholos, would you happen to have an occupation as a healer or something similar?"
Neb thought for a second. "I think you have me confused with a Follower of the Mother. We--the Warriors of Light--fight against Evil. But, I could I could be seen as a medic of sorts."
"Ah. I never really have seen much of the religions besides Ordemetrex, actually.."
Now that his stew has cooled off some, he cautiously begins his meal.
"No offense taken, they are cousins after all."
Neb dipped her bread in her stew and bit it off. She chewed it--almost succeeding in keeping her mouth closed--and swallowed. "So, where do you explore?"
Tagg waches to slight horror the dwarf's eating.. erm.. 'style.'
"Uhm... oh.. Mainly the woods surrounding the city, but occasionally I've gone further out, to Sorat Arlon and a dwarven kingdom to the north."
"You said you've been sequestered in the church, but surely you can't have been there your whole life... right?"
Neb paused from her meal. "Well... it has been a really long time."
"Is there really that much just outside the walls to explore? Maybe I will join you on one of your excursions."
"Of course, this city is only a small fraction of what goes on. And it sounds like a plan... I think you you could do with some time outside after being cooped up in that church so long."
"What kind of stuff happens out there? Bad things?" Neb asked.
Tagg thinks for a moment, trying to think of aa fitting response to Neb's fairly vague question.
"Sometimes, and in some places, I guess... Anywhere you can find good you can find evil as well, and vice versa. There's no place you can just go to specifically to... 'cleanse' things."
She took in a mouthful of stew and a bite of cheese.
*After not seeing him, Aric goes up to Kannan, to ask where he is*
"Excuse me, do you know where I could find Ran?"
Kannan: "He was working here a while ago, but I'm not sure if I should give you his private address..."
"I'm a friend of his, and I wanted to do some catching up with him on his last adventure."
Kannan: "Oh, well...I guess I can tell you."
*Kannan tells Aric to go to the boarding house, and just ask the lady for Ran*
"Thanks."
*Aric nods to Kannan, and leaves the LLI*
Tagg continues his meal, smartly avoiding looking up at Neb's eating while he does so.
"Perhaps instead of sitting hear eating, we should start hunting these evils down?" the dwarf axemaiden said in hushed tones--in case one such evil were trying to eavesdrop on them.
"Yes, I think you could benefit from some fresh air. We can go --"
"Great! We should get going right away!"
Neb raises quickly out of her chair and starts to walk towards the exit of the inn.
"Hey, I never suggested we leave our meal..."
As the dwarf doesnt seem to heed him, Tagg stands up from his chair, sneaking in a few quick spoonfuls of stew, and then hurries after Neb. He pauses halfway to the door to look back at his half-finished meal and makes a soft stifled noise of discontent, and then continues out the door to meet with the eager dwarf.
"What's the hold up? There's evil on the loose, we can't be sittin' around at a time like this!"
"Yeah, yeah, well before we go off to fight evil I need to stop by the market and get something, alright?"
Tagg scurries in front of the dwarf, and then leads the way to the market square.
{to Market Square}
.oO(Definitely unbecoming for a student of the Ways, and doubly so for one that aspires to do his teacher in the art of medicine honour as well. I'll have to watch my study time and make sure I find enough time for rêverie and meditation...)
The elf has been neglecting his rest lately, pouring over the notes from his lessons at Natala's after his shifts at the Lich and unwilling to compromise on the time dedicated to his training with sifu Rassul.
.oO(that's what I get for trying to make up for time lost adventuring for the Silver Swords while still taking on short assignments. I'll have to pass on those for the time being if I'm to balance my job, teachings and the chores at Mrs Weatherby's.)
Ran winces as he thinks of his landlady.
.oO(I promised I'd scrub the upper floors this week. Mustn't forget that...)
Its a good thing the inn is fairly quiet this evening and Ran's help isn't needed by the serving staff. The elf rubs his eyes, sighs and goes to the kitchen for a cup of tea with an extra spoonful of honey.
.oO(Have to look alert if I'm to dissuade troublemakers from getting rowdy. Better yet, have to be alert if I'm to stop them...)
.oO(I have to look into buying a new notebook soon.)
Sips his tea while watching other people in the common room.
"Rybel," barks a sharp voice off to the left. The dwarf freezes in place as an older, red-headed figure marches up to her.
Tagg hasn't seen many female dwarves, so he has to wonder if the pair are sisters. It's not so much that they look alike -- well, aside from being dwarven and all -- as it is that he's just not used to see two of them at once.
"I realize that you are eager to rid the world of Evil, young Rybel," the second dwarf says, and Tagg is surprised to hear how she manages to capitalize the "e" in "evil" as she speaks, "but you still have other duties to attend to first!"
"But--" Neb starts.
"Save it," the other says, cutting her off. "Polishing the floors may seem unimportant in comparison, but does not Lord Agathalos deserve to find his house is being well-kept?"
"Well, yes, Mistress Gottrisdottir, of cou--."
"Especially when it's a matter of cleaning up after oneself after tracking soot through the atrium?"
Neb says nothing this time. Gottrisdottir turns to the elf, noticing how much attention he's giving to the proceedings.
"Pardon me, sir," she says. "We'll just be going now, and spare you further disruption. This way, Rybel -- you've got a lot left to do before you retire, and you'll want to be sharp for weapon's practice in the morning. I'm leading it this time."
Tagg notes the way that Neb starts at this. With a helpless, apologetic glance toward him, she rushes off after her superior, leaving the elf at a loss for what to do with the rest of his afternoon.
OoC: And over to you, Tagg.
After some consideration, and a few circular paths on the immediate block of street, he sets his destination onto the adventuring guild - he never did get to thoroughly investigate the place.
{to SSAG}
"Hello Mr. Shadowood, I beleive we have a mutual aquaintance who would like me to speak to you."
.oO(So this is who Marroc replaced me with. Not sure what to make of him just yet.)
"So you had my job before I did, how did you like working for Marroc."
"I haven't done many jobs for Marroc specifically, however he has set me up with peopl with whom I have gone on adventures."
Boirin continues with his meal for awhile, waiting untill Darkar wishes to speak.
"What kind of people and what did you do?"
"I have participated in a goblin hunt with Some of Hermy "Nine fingers" followers, I helped clear the chef's village of kobalds, helped a group of dwarves with a demon problem, and slane a group of orcs in the woods around town."
"Thats about it. I got into the adventurers guild through the jobs Marroc set me up with and I have since been trying to find something to do. I got turned down for some sort of expidition to the dessert recently, however I beleive that particular mission needed more muscle than stealth so here I am."
It sounds as if you have had some decent experience. How about your skills in stealth how good are you?"
"Thats a shame, I liked Silis, however I'm sure his death was a good one..."
"Skills, I'm better than some, worse than others. I have some talent with locks and traps. I can lie through my teeth, I can do backflips and a number of other acrobatic tricks. I have pretty good with slight of hand."
As he mentions slight of hand he pulls a dagger from his sleeve and twrills it.
"I could easily jump a ten foot casm, I can find most things in a room, I know how to wiggle out of ropes and other conventional means of binding someone. I have some skill at climbing, sneaking, and hiding. I know how to hit where it hurts and my last mision I killed the most orcs of any of the group."
Throughout his speach Boirin's face remains impassive.
"I beleive I might know a couple tricks for doing that."
That is where you come in Boirin, working at Nobody's you might hear of someone bragging about some easy score or something. I think however we might need another person. The Blue Pumpkin is another bar where the clientale is less charming. I will be working on sorting out the information at work. We can meet at the Silver Sword or here everyday or every other day for dinner to discuss how we are doing. Does this sound like an interesting challenge for you?"
"Thinking about it, it would probably be more prudent to meat at the Silver Sword since people there are less likely to talk."
"If thats it I should be heading to Nobody's so I can get on duty."
Waits for Boirin to leave and then heads out after he finishes dinner.
"Shall we flip a coin to see who goes first?"
Alright.
*Tensek replies as he pulls a coin from his pocket.*
Would you care to call it?
"I call the side with the picture of the city." after examining the coin.
*Flipping the coin into the air, Tensek watches it for a moment before catching it. upturning it on the back of his hand he smiles.Looks like you win.
Nodding and taking aim Silmarwen tosses the darts at the board. The first one hits the board but it misses the double scoring ring, the second nails the center of the bull’s-eye. However Silmarwen shakes her head, a wasted shot considering where she needs to hit first. Finally she lands in the double ring on 19.
"There not a horrible start, but I would have preferred the bull’s-eye third for a really good round."
*With a polite nod Tensek steps up to where Silmarwen was just a moment ago and fires off his first dart which lands solidly in the triple ring of the twenty. With a shrug Tensek, fires off his next two shots in a methodical fashion, both landing dead on in the triple scoring rings at the four and thirteen respectively. Turning he gives an apologetic shrug and a off kilter smile.*
It seems luck isn't with me tonight so far.
"It is still early in the first leg of the match. Do not fret."
Stepping up Silmarwen lands two darts in the 11's between the double and triple ring, and then lands a dart on a 2. Then she moves aside for Tensek to take another turn.
A very good shot my dear.
*Tensek says as he steps up and fires off his first dart which slams it's point in the double ring of 7, followed by a hit that strikes stolidly in the triple 13. Tensek's third dart lands in the 2 just narrowly missing the double ring.*
A bit better.
]"Yes, it seems that your fortune has taken a turn for the better."
Stopping the waitress, Silmarwen orders some hot tea.
"I have to admit that this is better than standing in the street and talking."
Taking the darts again Silmarwen resumes throwing at the target. The first dart strikes in the double ring at 11, the second dart narrowly misses the center of the bull’s-eye, and the third hits in the double ring at 16. Nodding a bit Silmarwen retrieves the darts for Tensek's turn.
"It seems that my fortune has changed as well."
The elf takes a sip of her tea.
*Tensek claps politely at Silmarwen's bull’s-eye. Taking up his darts he steps up and breathes, remembering the crazy old man he met in the woods Tensek pauses and takes a deep breath. After a moment of stillness Tensek fires off his three darts, two scoring in the triple rings of the 18, and 10 respectively, and a third landing in the eight double ring. With a nod of satisfaction Tensek goes and takes a seat.*
I believe it's your turn m'lady.
Watching Tensek shoot the darts twice into the triple rings and take the lead in the first leg of the match causes slight concern to Silmarwen, but not much. Smiling at the competition Silmarwen takes the darts and begins tossing them again at the intended targets. The first shot strikes triple 16, the second flies inside the double ring for only 11, and her last shot strikes the double ring. At first glance it appears to have struck double 20, but upon closer inspection it is actually in the double one. The angle of the dart causes an optical illusion.
"Hmmm, it seems that I did not do as well as it appears. It is actually a double 1. So Tensek do you have any other friends that you enjoy spending time with?"
A shame on your luck. Others? No I don't have any casual acquaintances. Most people I know in this city is on a strictly professional basis.
*Tensek says as he haphazardly throws a dart, which lands in the single of the 18. Tightening his lips Tensek slows down and turns his full attention to the board, firing off a dart that lands in the triple six and than his last dart which sinks itself in the triple 16.*
I spend most time working, anyways. What of you m'lady?
Silmarwen continues to throw while talking. The first dart strikes the 6 in the triple ring.
"I primarily assist Sir Darkar Shadowood, one of the knights of Lord Malifaeyr's Jackals. I advise him on various matters, and assist in
tough decisions."
The second dart barely makes it into the double ring landing on 12. The third nails triple 10 part of the ring squarely.
"I know you are hunter and outdoorsman, does that mean you work with others like that hunting game for meat?
Hmm it seems that my next throws will have to be more precise since I am nearing zero. I will need to double out, or hit the bull's-eye and 2."
*Tensek just shakes his head.*
No I mostly work alone, but I do work for various people in the city providing them with information and services where other more urban inclined men cannot do.
*Tensek hurls his darts all three ;landing in the triple circles of landing 10, 4, and 6 respectively. Looking at the darts Tensek shakes his head.*
Looks like it's your turn.
Tossing the darts carefully, Silmarwen imbeds the first dart in the wall beside the board. The second on 14, but there is no point total that she can throw for to double out. Tossing the dart aimlessly it hits triple 19. She shakes her head at the frustrating round.
"You provide people with information? I am not sure I understand.
Some men or women like to know what goes on outside the city. With my skills I am able to provide them with such information...
*Tensek tosses his darts softly, each landing again in the triple ring of the 4, 10, and 15. Retrieving his darts Tensek turns and walks past Silmarwen.*
I suppose it would be somewhat akin to what you do with this Sir Darkar.
Silmarwen's first shot hits triple 11, sighing and shaking her head in disbelief, she forgoes further shots since it is pointless and hands the darts to Tensek.
"Basically you give them a feel of what is going on in a way they could never gather by heading out there themselves?"
That's about the gist of it.
*Tensek now begins to throw more cautiously, hitting a single 18, double 2, and with a final throw Tense’s dart misses the 11 by a mere hair and he gathers up his darts and passes them onto Silmarwen.*
What of you is there anything you do other than serve this Sir Darkar?
"I enjoy music, and was here for the winter feast where they had some excellent performers on the stage. A halfling and a dwarf were extraordinary, I think the Halfling was named Minto, a friend of Hermy the hero. I read old texts for enjoyment, it is a reminder of the past, and a hope that we do not make the same mistakes. What else do you do besides your job Tensek?"
The first dart his double 17, and she sighs handing the darts back to Tensek.
I hunt, and I train, and I suppose you could say I walk around and observe things.
Tensek says as he buries a dart in the triple seven, followed by a triple eight and finishing it off with a triple 2.
Silmarwen hits a triple seven, knowing if she could hit a double 3 she could take the first leg in the match. However her aim is slightly off as the second dart strikes double 10.
"It must be enjoyable to get paid for something so simple. It seems you have taken the lead, but it will be harder for you to double out."
You do what you're good at it may seem simple but there is alot of wilderness I like to think I watch over.
Tossing his dart Tensek turns and shakes his head as it lands in the double fifteen.
Yes it will be harder for me to finish this leg.
Nodding along Silmarwen tosses a dart that lands on double 17 before handing the rest back to Tensek.
*Tense’s first dart lands on the single seven but the second lands in the double 15 ring and the ranger sighs in response.*
Tell me. What do you do for the Jackal’s other than serve your knight. Is that what they're referred to as now?
"I have not found many things to do in the city yet. The Jackals are working on rebuilding their ranks, and it has been difficult work."
Again Silmarwen strikes the board in two spots that total too much.
Interesting. Although I see no reason for such a massive force I would suppose it gives the citizens a sense of security.
*Tensek says as he to goes over his target sum and passes off the turn.*
Silmarwen missed the board with her first throw the second hits 5, but alas the third hits double 17.
"It provides a sense of security, but they also deal with external threats to the city as well."
*Tensek grunts as his first dart lands in the single , and is followed by a single fourteen.*
I suppose that's reasonable, but how often does an external threat pop up?
Speaks while throwing.
"Probably more often than you think. For all intents and purposes this still is a provience of the capital on the edge of its territory. This area was once was goblin territory. The elves ignored them for the most part not thinking them a serious threat."
Silmarwen's first dart hits seven in the single ring, and her second after taking careful aim hits double 10. The third dart is no longer needed now that she has doubled out reducing her score to zero.
"I believe that the first leg is mine."
*Tensek claps politely as he speaks.*
A good shot I must say. I suppose it would be my shot now.
*Launching his first dart it lands in the single two, Tensek's second dart lands squarely in the double seven, followed by a dart slamming into the border of the board. Shrugging Tensek shakes his head and sits down.*
A poor start if I do say so myself. It is your turn my dear.
Silmarwen blushes at the compliment, or perhaps due to her dismal start as she fails all three throws to double in.
"I think I managed to out do you in bad starts Tensek."
The leg is still early you may still catch up.
*Tensek says with a smile as he his first dart lands in the single three, followed by another single hit this time in the two, and finaly a triple 8.*
Taking the darts Silmarwen doubles in at 18, followed by singles on 6 and 20.
"It may still be early, but this finish is also quite important."
Only if you want to win eh?
*Tensek replies casually as he lays a single 6, followed by triples in the 14 and 5 score areas.*
Taking the darts Silmarwen fires rapidly and accurately. The first on triple 16, the second triple 1, and the last shot in the outer bull's eye.
"Do not get me wrong winning is great, but I like to do the best that I can. I have high expectations for myself, and it is disappointing when I do not do my best."
*Taking the darts Tensek smiles as he lands three consecutive triples, a ten, a one, and a twenty.*
You shouldn't always put so much pressure on yourself, you may never enjoy life as it should be enjoyed.
"As it should be enjoyed? We might have differing views on that one, Tensek."
Silmarwen's dart fly gracefully striking the board except for the third which imbeds itself in the wall above the board. The tally is for 34 points, a single in the 9, and another dart in the outer ring of the bull's eye.
Doesn't everybody? But what I was gettign at is, if you put so much pressure on yourself , you're either disappointed, or you're pushing yourself harder the next time. Either way you don't get alot of time to stop and smell the flowers.
*The ranger says as he slams darts in teh single six and single eleven, followed by a triple 14*
"I understand your meaning Tensek, but joy if found in many different ways. It is not the same for every person."
Her throws strike 9, 18, and triple 17.
*Tensek's throw lands in the triple 16 and he moves back to his seat.*
Indeed it isn't, but I do see some similarities in most people.
Silmarwen lands a dart in triple 11, the second shot hits in the board but it falls off clattering onto the floor. Her thrid lands on double 1. Shaking her head she hands the darts back to Tensek.
"It is those similarities that have the potential to bind people together. Instead they tend to focus on differences. It is rather hard to get them to see beyon their differences and find common ground between them."
A person is a reasonable accepting being. When they become a group with common goals do they turn into monsters.
*Tensek says absentmindedly as his first dart lands in the triple six, followed up by a triple nine, Tensek just shakes his head and throws the last dart landign it in the single eight.*
Silmarwen's throws are by far too much and she simple hands the darts back to Tensek not saying much other than your turn.
*In turn Tensek returns the favor, as his darts go far above what he needs to strike.*
Tossing the darts the first one lands on 10, and the second sticks in the double 3. With a look of shock Silmarwen realizes that she has won the match scoring enough to reduce her score to zero.
"That was unexpected, I would have thought you had the better chance to win since I was so close to zero already..."
*Tensek stands up and claps, as he sees the dart land on the double three.*
A very good game it seems you had me beat from the very beginning. You made some very remarkable shots.
”I was fortunate that many of the shots went my way. I think on another day you could have easily won Tensek.”
Looking out the window, Silmarwen sees that most of the afternoon has already passed by.
”I hate to play and run, but I had not realized that so much time had passed. I still have some things that I need to achieve today. I hope to talk to you again soon Tensek.
She hurries out of the inn after paying for her tea.
(and that concludes that, see ya'll topside ;) )
Stepping past a waitress, Kywyn walks over to a side booth she indicates and takes a seat. His pale outfit offset by the shadows of the booth.
”Thank you for joining me tonight. Where were we earlier?”
Kywyn stops when the server comes around. He asks for a tea and a small portion of their special tonight of roast and vegetables before looking to Ulerian.
He leans back and inhales and exhales a large blue-white plume of smoke.
”The man’s name was Eldarosh. He was a necromancer in the truest sense of the word. The city, or the Hightower expelled him after they became aware of his dabbling and he sought solace from those that persecuted him beneath the city. It is written that he learned many dark magics and cursed many souls to eternal life, his own among them. He was never seen again by living man.. “
He waits to speak again after the maid serves them and he consumes another large puff of tobacco smoke.
“His notes, discoveries, knowledge, all that he accomplished, with success and failure, is what I seek..but I fear those that he cursed still roam the sewers and that is where I require the help..”
He takes a large, sip of wine, his eyes reflect the candle light with excitement.
“You study at the Tower, are you confident in bringing your craft down there? If it’s as dangerous as you say. Who are you thinking will want to look for Eldarosh’s knowledge.”
Kywyn takes a sip of his tea.
“And what do you think you will do with this knowledge if it is found?” Kywyn looks impartial, as if seeking an honest answer.
“And why do you think I would want to come?” Kywyn asks with a neutral tone again.
”There are plenty of fools who will tromp around anywhere for gold or glory. Even if these do not temp them, then perhaps the destruction of evil would..”
He takes another long draw, closing his eyes as he dose. He opens them heavily as he beings to speak again.
“I seek the knowledge that would allow me to counter the strokes of my enemies.. “ he adds as if should be common knowledge.
”Besides that, I simply am passionate about the subject.. What stirs the passions of Kywyn?? Surely that will answer whether or not you would like to assist in the excavation.”
“That’s something I have trouble with,” he says in a quiet breath.
He changes the subject.
“I know of two people who would want to put an end to a perceived evil, and who are very capable of doing so. If you seek out the Silver Sword Adventurer’s Guild, there is a knight named Gamis, and a halfling named Hermy. It wouldn’t be a bad start to get one of them on board with you.”
“You mentioned a dwarf who owes you a favor, if you think he is competent, there’s another lead.”
“And you said you want a priest to counter the evil influences below… I’m not so sure about that one.”
“If you can get this together…”
A small chirp emits from Kywyn’s satchel. The black frog that resides within sticks his head out.
[color=olive]”Him?”[/color] Hex speaks to Kywyn in their secret language.
Kywyn raises the familiar so Ulerian can see the source of the noise, ”Who? Ulerian? I don’t get what you mean.”
[color=olive]”Thought he was another. You sometimes mention the man in robes.[/color]
The spool of thought Kywyn keeps buried, detailing a vision of a robed ‘brother’ upon a throne with answers to origins, and information that linked to the Hightower, peeks out from its premature grave.
”No, not that one. But…
The idea and symbol is of seeking something nonetheless. He returns Hex to his hiding spot.
[color=olive]”As above, so below.”[/color]
Kywyn looks back to Ulerian to continue, “If you can get this together, you have my attention. Maybe I need no reason... just... a connection.”
”These must be trusting folk, you think they will listen to a stranger and go with naught but his word that he thinks evil dwells beneath.. I have, in my mind, proper information, but will those people see it in such a light??? Perhaps it is my only option…”
He stares at the table in thought for many moments.
”Will you go along with me when I ask them? I fear I will need a credible source with me as well..”
.oO(The knight would be useful, but perhaps a radical… I must critique him before moving further)
"I can introduce you, but you should be open with them. Tell them what you expect to find and what might interest them."
"Are they like some form or elite city gaurd or something? I have heard of them, there are some in the Hightower that are members of that group..."
Ulerian thinks with his pipe between his teeth.
"They are just an organization for adventurers and explorers as far as I know. Though I know some of their senior members have been taking on larger scale duties such as when the Jackals waged their war on the orcs after the Spring Griffin Tournament."
Kywyn thinks for a moment longer.
"But there's no guarantees. It's up to each of them to weigh the importance of your words."
"Is there lurking evil that will threaten the city? Is there dangerous knowledge that should be retrieved? Is there treasure below that could be put to good causes? Those sorts of questions."
He begins eating.. He picks at the vegetables, only eating the small bite of potatoes, which he dips in the stew. Soon he is also finished, but order another glass of the wine, and enjoys more of his pipe..
”I must see the dwarf as well. Do you know Aramil?”
Kywyn leans forawrd to cross his arms on the table.
"You listed what types of skill you believe would be useful in this expedition, what dangers are you expecting?" he questions mildly.
"You're asking me to go because we might have some things in common, I guess. I have some talents that might be useful, but if you're predicting on facing a necromancer's leftovers, I'm not sure how much help I can be."
"Perhaps more research is needed then. Location would be the most important thing if you are looking for something down there. Otherwise you could just be wandering in circles."
"The knowledge you want, you think it's in books and notes down there? Is it safer buried away or with someone reading through it up here?" Kywyn asks in earnest.
"But trying to find more information and notifying the people you want would be good first steps."
Kywyn finishes his tea.
"Did you still want me to come with you to the Silver Sword? When were you planning on approaching them?"
He stands to leave after leaving his share of coin for the meal.
"I'll see you then if not before."
Ulerian sinks back into the booth and back into deep though.
---
To Avowed
.oO(Hermy's celebration wouldn't be luring that many of our customers away, would it? We don't serve that many halflings, after all. Then again, he is well-known and even better-liked...)
After conferring with Kannan, Ran gets a couple of hours off so he can attend the festivities in the halfling quarter as well. He promises to be back for the second part of his shift though - the elf isn't fond of large crowds and thinks he'll feel a bit awkward in the middle of a mass of festive halflings. Not that strange a notion really.
"Goodevening, are you still game?"
"As long as we take all the proper precautions and preparations. You know, the research and the right gear," he contiues quietly, turning to order a mint tea from the waitress.
He orders some red whine, and lights his pipe. Through a veil of smoke he speaks.
”No fire will be used. We must find alternate light sources and prohibit the material as a martial alternative. There will likely be many tomes and scrolls that may be damaged by it.”
"We can use covered lamps, and lights created by spellcraft. Have you thought of the others you would ask?"
Kywyn thinks before speaking again.
"I can... see in the dark, so that will be an advantage. You mentioned a dwarf before as well? They can see in the dark, can't they? We could set up a sort of perimeter as we move without light until necessary. If there are things down there, it might help avoid attention. We can use floating spell lights to act as a decoy ahead a well."
"If the decay down there is like a swamp, there might be a chance of diseases and marsh gases that we should guard against."
He drinks some of his tea that arrives.
"And with cramped conditions, we should plan out tactics accordingly."
"So we don't hinder each other unnecessarily. It's got to be cramped down there as it is."
Kywyn fans away a bit of smoke.
"And no smoking once we're down, eh?"
"Do we have any maps available? At the palace perhaps? And any documents on sewer exploration would be good. The City must send caretakers down there from time to time, right? Or at least there were engineers who built the passages."
"As far as tactics, what do you have in mind.. I don't plan on doing much fighting."he says as he exhales, coughing a little as he laughs.
"There's a tactic, marching order. And also reviewing what each of us can do in a situation. Don't want your dwarf friend charging a dangerous animal we encounter if you plan on throwing some destructive energy down the path. And other basic planning such as how much time we think we will be down there. Will we have to stay there to rest, or will we be able to come back up?"
Kywyn continues, the gears in his head turning.
"If we could find someone good at finding hazards or traps, it'd be beneficial. Or someone with a good sense of direction. Chalk to mark the path, which I can do with visible or invisible arcane marks as well, a long pole to test the trail if it will fit with us, and I've even heard of miners who take a caged bird with them as a warning signal of poisonous fumes..."
His paranoia might be labelled scheming or masterminding by some, but Kywyn feels no shame for taking any advantage they can grasp.
"That might be a bit extreme and inefficient, but cloth to cover our faces might not be a bad idea. We can scent them with something to help with the odor."
Kywyn produces a black square of cloth from his pack as an example. The dwarven bard Brodda had bought it for him while they were investigating the Mindfire disease in the halfling quarter.
"Any information we can find will be useful," the man summarizes.
“I do not know the law of the city, so I do not know if this is legal or not. I think we can prepare for at least two days, but we shouldn’t be completely burdened with gear. The man I spoke of can find traps, if my memory serves me. Marching order and all that yes yes, sounds fine..”he says annoyingly after a pause.
“I cannot hurl deadly energy.. my magic is a tad more subtle than that… “
”I will see to a map, the rogue and the dwarf. “
"Subtle is good."
"I can look into a bit of gear then. A long pole and some ropes would be the basics.
"Should we meet again in a few days with the full party to discuss further? Then we can decide on when we will be ready to proceed."
"We'll see what we can do."
"You put yourself at risk should you continue further."he says half turning back to Kywyn.
"I will not claim responsability should some ill befall on you. "
With that he leaves and skuttles out into the night.
Kywyn leaves a few coins on the table and slides out of the booth.
"I know to look after my own interests," Kywyn states to himself.
He looks down to his frog familiar hiding in the shadow of the seat.
"Some visions are a risk to clear up."
Pulling on his backpack and shoulder-strap satchel, the dark-haired man crosses the floor of the common room and exits the Last Lich.
He nods a greeting, "Others coming as well?"
"I left a message with someone that looked to be a caretaker of the dwarf's guild. Whether the man is compident or not at delivering simple messages is another story. Of course there is also the matter of compliance..."
"But if we can do the proper groundwork first, it would make a better case. Any luck with maps or such yet? I haven't had a chance to try researching at any libraries."
Leaning back in his seat, Kywyn drops his pack next to him.
"I did think of some gear, but I'm not sure how much is worth weighing us down. You have a walking staff which can test the path. Maybe a prybar for old, blocked off passages, though weapons would work as well... I still think cloths for our faces are a good idea, but that can be left up to each person. Rope is always useful as well, but most people from an adventurer's guild should be prepared like that already," he adds quietly.
"But information would be the best precaution."
”I have one great concern. It is location. The environment will no doubt be hostile, and crawling with … abominations. The area will be dank, cramped and wretched, tight spaces and unknown drops.. but this can all be dealt with given solid thought and initiative.. not to mention equipment…. My only true concern is where it lies, beneath the city. Under the Cemetery or somewhere in the rather poor parts of the city would be my two best guesses….”
That is more incentive to stay on, to keep the group away from too much snooping in the graveyard where paths to the Avowed lie.
The raven-haried man leans foward, placing his elbows on the table. When the server comes around, Kywyn order a tea but holds off on any food for now. He remains quiet for several moments, the clement artisan cover momentarily giving way to a more Avowed agent-like face.
With a few blinks, Kywyn comes back to the conversation.
"We should investigate then. Maybe when the others arrive, we can have a task plan sorted out. We mentioned before the palace might have records. The guards might have some maps as well, and there's the libraries to check, even for general information on what to expect," Kywyn states evenly.
"Any preferences?"
”I can use my magic to alter the way I look. I can become you, or say a Priest of the Mother, or a city guard, and perhaps gain entrance to one of the places, and access to possible information. However, if caught, I may be jailed for trespassing. Also the authorities may decide to forbid us to go on this quest all together if they catch wind of its existence.”
He stirs his wine with a long fingernail as he thinks.
"That's true. Some of us can try the library. No disguise neeed there."
"But if you want to try the palace and guards, perhaps an alteration in your appearance can be used just as an aid. You could go in the guise of a ratcatcher or engineer looking for maps for a job assigned to you. It wouldn't be illegal, just a better face to present."
Kywyn drinks for his cup and glances about the room from the part in the curtains.
"Another resource might be Nobody's Inn. The innkeeper there is well-informed on what goes on in the city. There's a chance he might know something useful. Information there isn't free, of course, and the type we are looking for doesn't seem like it would be carried in gossip."
"I know all I need, aside from location.. Finding that and keeping the goal secret are prime directives.."
"But if secrecy is your goal, the inn wouldn't be the best place to go."
A question comes to mind.
"Who are you keeping a secret from?"
"Simply those that would abuse the knowledge.. and I will be honest.. I do not want to share the findings, if any, as of yet..."
Kywyn nods.
"What about the group you have assembled? Will they all share in your knowledge?"
"The others may be taken in by a goal of securing and cleaning up the passages, but I've seen in your eyes the desire for power... We've talked about it before. It really doesn't concern me if you are looking to secure some old spellbooks; if it's not you, it would be someone else eventually."
Kywyn quotes an arcane rede on responsiblity in magic use he thinks Ulerian might know, even if the mage did not believe in it.
"An it harm none, do what thou wilt."
Suddenly feeling a bit like a lecturer, Kywyn lets it go. It's rare that anybody convices anybody else about anything. Ulerian would act the way he would regardless. At least it would not be in total obscurity. The city has eyes and ears.
”I do not think they are the types of people that dusty tomes will interest. Hopefully there will be other valuable there to make it worth their while.. That is the pitch I will give them.. I have confidence it will be so.”
He pauses.. looking at Kywyn sidelong.
”And yourself?”
"Me? I'm not looking for a book to study, but I would like to see what we find."
"Out of all of us, you are probably the only one with enough study and interest to understand any tomes we find," he says mildly.
Thinking back to his experiences with wizards, Kywyn adds, "It would be safest to assume any books or papers we find are trapped with wards. I've encountered such things before. We should bring everything back up before trying to decipher anything."
”As for what is taken above... I would prefer to rid the area of eminent threats. The tomes maybe to fragile to move right away after being subject to such dank environs...”
Ulerian’s brow furrows. He even gets a look of frustration as he thinks..
”I have not yet the magic to remove such wards.. Perhaps that is a good thing.”
"I guess the details on what is done depends on what we actually find. But wizard's traps are something to keep in mind."
Kywyn sips from his cup quietly, the warmth suffusing through him.
Ulerian orders fish, if they have it, and another glass of wine.
"So if we do meet resistance, what method of attack do you prefer?" Kywyn asks impassively, "The dwarf and the man you describe sound like sword-swingers."
An unpleasant thought crosses his mind.
"And can you swim? Who knows, there may be areas of... water down there. I'm not so great at it myself."
"The fighters can be in front and rear positions perhaps... with one or the other shifting to meet the things we encounter. That would leave you and I to watch and offer support. You mentioned living dead are a possibility, and my powers are not so effective against that type of foe."
Kywyn thinks for a moment.
"I have the ability to slow down an oncoming attacker, if that is to our advantage. I've also found some of the things I draw will come to motion if spoken to properly, that would be useful in certain situations."
"If you can use a crossbow, it might be a good way to conserve your energy."
"Yes I will need to save most of my energy for when we reach the lair. I can use a crossbow well enough.. I will need to purchase one before we depart."
"Do you still wish to try the palace for information? I don't think it could hurt. We can split up between that and a library... Actually, you can access the Hightower library most easily, but you've probably gotten all you can form there?"
Kywyn's familiar senses the plotting and apprehension which Kywyn hides.
The tiny frog camouflaged on his satchel ribbits, "You getting new weapons?"
"I am the weapon remember?" Kywyn replies with equal parts pride and melancholy.
"Just have to sort out how to reduce the risks."
"So do either of you know what sort of job this is?"
Trying a bit of a mind game, Kywyn stares at Boirin's corner table, seeing if they would notice.
"That man has been staring at Boirin fer quite some time, what do ye think he wants?"
*Aramil looks over and sees Kywyn and Ulerian talking, he just shakes his head and leads the other two over to the table. Where he bows and introduces his brother to them.
"Ulerian, Kywyn, I'd like ye ter meet me brudder, Oskar. Mind ye, he is me older brudder."
*Oskar curiously looks at Aramil to the reason behind the last statment, but he just shakes his head and bows to Kywyn and Ulerian.
"It is an honor ter meet ye, I decided ter tag along ter make sure that this big brute doesn't mess up. I hope ye don't mind."
"Aramil, right?" he looks to the dwarf, "And Oskar."
The dark-haired man shifts over in the booth to make room for the newcomers.
"We have things to discuss," Kywyn turns it over to Ulerrian.
"Good evening all. I have a proposition for you all. If you agree to come there will be rules, but I doubt you will find them anything but reasonable..."
He takes a sip of wine and draws from his pipe before continuing.
"In my studies, I came across the story of a man named Eldarosh. He was a wizard, much like myself, that went rather mad with his quest for power. He dealt in many pools of dark knowledge, and it seemed to corrupted him to an extreme. I myself have many intrests in the same studies but for much different reasons. He sought to learn all the secrets involving the undead. To keep a long tale from causing you all slumber in this safe and cozy inn, I will give you the needed information. The man was eventually banned and exiled from the Hightower and even the city. He sought out a new lair, beneath the city in the sewers, where it is assumed he died. However what exactly he found out is unknown. He may have found ways to manipulate negative energy in new forms, and this interests me greatly. I too wish to have knowlege for such. Now before you think me a vile monster bent on overrunning the city with hordes of undead, let me explain. As you know, there are two sides to every coin. Much like the alchemist who takes vemon and uses it to make antidote, I too will take the dark powers and use them to prevent such activities. If such a threat arises it will help in dealing with it, and thus making this city a little safer... Such are my motives..."
He give them a few moments to raise questions in their minds and begins again.
"Now, As you can imagine I cannot go tromping through the sewers alone. Kywyn here has agreed to join me, feeling that it is a good enough cause, and I believe the subject interests him as well. Your roles will be simple enough, You Borin, will be our scout. Eldarosh's lair may be nothing more than a tunnel that was converted into a living space and that is all. However, it may be an elaborite and deadly maze of traps, pits, and unknown obsticals to block our path. Aramil, You are our beast. Your axe, hammer or whatever death delivering object, and of course your tough hide, will be your tools necessary to our success. Oskar.. I have not met before and know little about, but if you are anything like your brother then your job is plain and your skills welcomed. Kywyn and I will provide what will be much needed arcane support. I also have much knowledge on the matter that should facilitate our goals. If you have problems with any of these tasks I will charge to you, please speak before we begin.
Also I have a couple of rules that I must share with you and you must agree to. There maybe compramises along the way, but know that I am serious in reaching my goals. IF you agree then I will hold you to it. All will be well and we will go on our way. If you do not, then that will be fine, however, you will not be welcome to accompany us any further than this table tonight.
First. No fire once we reach his lair. There may be very old documents that may burn very easily if exposed.
Second. I have very little money, so I will not be able to pay you for your services. However, I expect there to be a few stashes of decient loot there. He was a very well respect magi from what I have read, until he went cracked. He likely took his stash with him. You are all welcome to an even share of the valuables. However, nothing, and I mean nothing is to be taken without my permission. This is not to keep you from your due share, but there may be signifigant items of arcane value, that may seem like trinkets or other goods to sell to fill your pockets. I hope all the valuables that lie below are plain and simple and this will not be an issue. Just incase it is, you must agree with your word to abide by this rule, and the first.
Third. I trust you are all good enough lads, and you may tell noone of this quest. If this information gets into the wrong hands, then very bad things may result, and the fault will lie with you.
Questions?"
He looses his rather intense look and tone and relaxes awaiting any questions they may have for him.
"The first step would be to try to gather any information available, right?" he offers to the group.
"Okay so I have a couple of questions I would first like to ask."
"1st, so basically we are going into the sewers and up against a horde of deaders created by a very powerful wizard, who may or may not be alive and trying to retreave an ancient and powerful text that contains knowledge that, in the wrong hands, could doom the city and allow an army of undead monstrosities to poor across the world?"
"Oh right and its of course may be filled with hundreds of deadly traps, pits, and snares, in which it might be easy to get so lost we never see the light of day. Which leads to my next question"
"Does this guy have a access to the sorta magic neccessary to create really nasty traps? I'm talking lightning bolts shootin out of door handles, pits that fill with water, appoxy that sticks your feet to the floor and then spiky walls that close in and both smash and impale?"
"3rd, I understand the need to keep these texts safe, but without lanterns and such how am I supposed to see. I assume you have some sort of majik your gunna use on me to make it so we humans can see, or a heatless light source right?"
"4th, if we are to find any majik stuffs, of this sort, I would like something allow for seeing in the dark, or magical armor that isn't too restrictive, or a magic sword."
He leans back waiting for a reply to his question.
"And I have means to deal as well. If we can avoid using a light, it would draw less attention. Maybe we could march with those who cannot see between those who can and hold onto the belt or a rope to the person in front. We have access to magical lights, I can create some runes that would float ahead of us that might act as a decoy, rather than have the light centered on us."
Kywyn regards the bearded man who had adventured with Kywyn's late brother, wondering how they got along. Something about Boirin makes him seem to fit in with Aramil and his brother.
"I'm not much good as a scout if I'm not in the front. What good am I going to be if you all fall in a trap because I'm in the back."
"No I don't think that will work. I'm all for [dwarvish]Tunnel Sight[/dwarven] but I'm a lantern-toter."
"I just don't like being a target in the dark."
“I doubt there is enough evil down there to takeover the world either.. if it is, then we will not be the needed catalyst… Why would it wait? As for the lair, again I do not know, but we will need your skills Borin. I doubt he made traps full or strong magic, but there may be false flooring and the like, that are hard for the untrained eye to spot. I will be able to provide magical light, fret not about that. As for your request, I see no problem should any of those items exist, as long as, I have a look at them first.”
He draws from his pipe and looks at each of them in case they have more concerns.
He also looks to Kywyn and replies.
"The undead will know we are their with or without light. They will feel our warmth."
"There could be more than undead down there though? But I guess you are right, no use having half of us working blind. At least we can use the light in a way that would allow us to cover it up quickly... summon it on something small."
He turns and asks Boirin quietly, "What does that word you used mean?"
.oO(That group over there, one of them looks familiar. Or maybe it is a trick of the outfit. I don't recognize any of the others.)
*The waitress walks up to the table while Thosar is pondering on the faces.*
"What can I get you?"
*Looking up, "Oh.. I'll take a mead with some stew. Thank you."*
*The waitress nods and heads back to the bar while the elf looks into the fire and seems to get lost in thought again.*
Kywyn places his hands around his cup of tea, feeling the warmth against his fingers.
*Thosar attempts to meet the cloaked figure's gaze again and nods in greeting.*
*The waitress arrives with his meal and Thosar pays 6 silver pieces. After she leaves he sips the mead and stirs his stew.*
.oO(That must be him. It couldn't hurt to go and see if NaShae is ok these days. And their son...what was his name? Dak..something. Didn't something happen to him? Hmm, I better see if everything is ok.)
*After taking a bite of his stew, Thosar stands and walks over to the cloaked figure. He looks around the table as he approaches.*
"Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
*The elf nods to Aramil and the others before looking at Kywyn and extending a hand.*
"Keewin wasn't it? I thought I recognized you. How have you and your family been? I haven't seen them for a while."
"Kywyn, actually," Kywyn says to Thosar as his shakes his hand briefly.
"They are well, thanks."
"How are you? We've only met once, I think... maybe at the Temple of Ordemet or the Silver Sword?"
"Oh it just means being able to see in the dark in dwarven. Um I think a direct translation is something like tunnel sight. Sorry about that I slip sometimes and assume everyone speaks it."
As Kywyn and the elf talk Boirin sips his ale.
.oO(I wonder if I could get a malt beer in this town. All there is here is beer. I haven't had a good malt ale since I left home. I wonder if this wiz had a taste fro malt beer. I doubt it. I certainly hope the deaders aren't going to be too smart. And what is it with Kywyn, he looks human to me, but he says he has a method of seeing in the dark. I bet its a charm or something. If his brothers powers run in the family hes probably a spellslinger too...)
And so Boirins thoughts ramble away as the meeting goes on.
"Please, go on. You and I have talked a few times already, you can fill these three in," he states to Ulerian.
Kywyn stands and steps away from the booth to see if Thosar has anything else to say to him.
"Well, have our two dwarven friends anything to say or ask?"
*The two dwarves sit back in their chares and listen closely to everything that is being discussed, Aramil nods his head when Thosar comes over and gives him a big smile. Then when Ulerian asks the question to them, Oskar is the one to speak first.
"Well first off, I am a Cleric of Agathalos the Lightbringer, so I think I'll be able ter help ye greatly in this little adventure. Secondly, me brudder and meself agree ter all of yer terms and we will honor them until death. Thirdly, is this our whole group, and when do we start?"
*Aramil looks a little perturbed that his brother spoke before he did, but after listening to what he had to say he just leans back and shakes his head. That is the exact same thing that, or something close to that, that he would have said. He sighs and then waits for Ulerian to reply. He pats the head of his axe, anxious to be able to use it in battle.
"We meet at the Cemetery by the church in two days. Dawn. If you show up, and come then that is your pledge. Remeber I am in charge, but I am not going to dictate to you how to use your skills when they are called upon. Be ready to go then, Dawn. Have all of your gear. Fare thee well."
Ulerian leaves with a bit of smoke lingering.
When Ulerian leaves, Kywyn starts thinking.
"Sounds like he knows what he's doing anyway."
Kywyn turns back to Thosar.
"Well lets head back ter the SSAG and get are things ready fer the adventure.
*Oskar looks at Aramil with a bit of surprise.
"Ye have changed, ye never planned ahead afore. My goodness! Aye, lets go."
*Aramil just shakes his head and then leaves with Oskar.
"It is good to hear they are well."
*Thosar blinks in Ulerian's direction when he speaks.*
.oO(Have I met him before? SSAG maybe? Hmm, not sure if he would be the type.) He thinks as he looks from Ulerian back to Kywyn.
"I believe we have met at the Temple and the SSAG. The temple when comrades were lost, the SSAG when others were found."
*He shifts on his feet trying to get more comfortable.*
"Do you all still live in the city? I was near your place once, the apartment on the second floor? I thought it seemed small for two and now that there are three..."
"Seems we don't take up too much space. Many deal with a lot less, anyway."
Kywyn looks at the elf with the strong, storm-colored eyes.
"Are you from the city or a traveller who came?"
[i].oO(A traveller who came... in a manner of speaking. I didn't know him very well before and I'm not sure he's someone I can trust. Not that I have reasons not to, but it's not an open invitation either.)[/i] His hands rub together as if staving off some phantom cold.
"A traveller who came. And yourself?"
The raven-haired man sees his party has left the inn. He takes a seat next to Thosar.
"Lots to draw people to a frontier; it's on the edge of a lot of things."
"Many things."
*He seems to snap out of whatever is drawing him away and looks back at the human.*
"I'm glad to hear that you and your's are well. What was your son's name... Dak? I only vaguely remember something happening to him. I'm glad he is well. Didn't the Silver Sword helped when he was in trouble?"
*The elf takes a spoonful of his stew after he speaks.*
"Some members did help us. My son had a... a condition. And we needed certain things to get it straightened out."
"The Silver Sword seems to be doing well in the city," Kywyn deflects the topic.
Kywyn leans back in his seat impassively, giving an air of languor, like a marionette with its strings cut. He reaches a gauntleted hand up to the table and rests his fingers there, letting his hand hang.
"Do we have much to talk about, you and I?"
*The elf stares at his soup for a moment before answering.*
"I don't think so, now. I figured we had never had much discourse. That wasn't much of a concern itself, though I sometimes felt at a loss for it."
*Finishing off his soup in a few quick bites, Thosar sits up straight to meet the human's gaze.*
"No discourse. Just two people talking."
He sits up a bit straighter.
"Leitha," the man tries the Elven word for "free" he picked up from his son.
.oO(So the goblin seems to be trying to get out of the bag. He seems to be trust-worthy, at least I have not seen Gamis or Natala speak wrong of him. I suppose he is one of the few left that don't know of those I have associated with in the past.) he thinks.
"It sounds elven, though I don't know the word."
.oO(Best to not make it seem like a game though, no need to be rude.) he says to himself while taking a drink from his mead.
"In truth I know nothing of the elven tongue though Darkar has tried to teach me a few words here an there." He pauses to check the man's expression, then continues. "Tell me, do you remember the dwarf Ivan Granitehammer, the one who lost his life with Arnor battling a red dragon?"
Kywyn's face reveals no emotion one way or the other until the name Ivan is mentioned.
A slight lowering of his eyebrows accompanies the words, "Yes... Did not see him much, but I remember the name."
He waits patiently while theories run through his mind.
.oO(That is to be expected, really. My frustration at NaShae back then was sure to hasten an aggressive response from him. It would seem it still lingers...) the elf ponders while watching Kywyn. He sighs and then relaxes in his chair.
"The dwarf died and the elf was born with his memories."
*He pauses to fight back the flash of memory that used to cripple him, then continues.*
"Many other parts died when the dwarf died and I do not have some of the stigma that he had. I have been trying to find NaShae and apologize, actually."
*He swirls the small amount of liquid still in his glass and adds.*
"And if you are suspicious, and I don't blame you if you are, I can say that NaShae, Cog, Ivan and others battled goblins together on a quest outside the city. I can provide more details if you would like."
The man seems oddly comfortable with the notion of selective reincarnation through strange means. He has seen it more than once in his role within the Avowed.
"Actually, I never really knew you had something to apologize to NaShae about," he says quietly, "Arnor and I came to an understanding before his passing."
"It's like that... life... unexpected highs and unexplainable lows."
"But do you know why you are back?"
.oO(Perhaps it is just his manner to be closed off, not anything he is hiding.), the elfs wonders.
"No, I do not. Not yet anyway."
*His hand goes to the carved, wooden holy symbol that hangs around his neck. The small and simple image of a die on top of another die one showing a six, the other a one.*
"But I have a path that I believe will lead me to the answer."
*His fingers linger on the symbol for a moment longer and then his hand moves back to the table.*
"As for NaShae I cannot say that there was anything overt I did to offend her though I carried a grudge for a while about how she treated Arnor. They were both young though and I think the pain that was caused was not meant maliciously. I am glad to hear that Arnor made peace with you."
*Looking at the man and his gauntlets the elf dares a question to the contemplative.*
"And what of yourself Kywyn, do you know your path?"
"I've been searching. We spend our whole lives searching for all the things we think we want... Never really knowing what we have."
His gaze is drawn toward the elf's symbol.
"It's our burden, I think, to have that split between knowing a path and walking it. You know all the sides of the die, but you don't know what you may roll."
Kywyn pauses and looks back to Thosar.
"So I guess, my answer is 'no'... "
"If you had said 'yes' I would have thought you a fool or a liar."
*The elfs raises his mug and finishes his mead.*
"I appreciate the conversation, Kywyn but time knows no retreat or surrender and I must be off."
*The elf puts his mug into his soup-bowl and stands. He looks over the human once again and offers a hand.*
"Give NaShae a greeting for me, if you would. Let her know I have no hard feelings and hope the same from her. Take care in your travels and may The Mother find balance in the life of you and yours."
*With a firm hand shake the elf is off, depositing his dishes on the bar and walking out the door.*
"Good luck in walking your path."
Soon after the sturdy elf leaves, Kywyn also leaves the inn to make preparations for the sewer expedition.
Hello Kannan.
Why hello miss Anaya. How are you doing this fine day?he says as he cleans the ever dirty glass
I am quite well thankyou.
That is good to hear. So what can I do for you?He puts the glass down on the bar, wiping his hands on his apron.
I would like 2 lunch specials to go and a bottle of wine with two glass, don't worry I'll bring them back.
Would that be regular, fine, or elven wine?
Regular is fine.
He grabs the bottle and places it in a paper bag and sets in on the bar. He then walks to the kitchen and gives the order to the cook, soon returning with two bowls filled with cheese, bread and some salted meat. He places these in a another bag and sets it on the table as well, grabbing the two glasses and setting them in with the lunches
Ok that will be 1 gold and 8 silver.. 5 silver for the glasses, just in case you forget ;)
She hands him the coins, adding a few extra silver for his tip and places the wine and the lunches in her bag
Thankyou very much.
You are quite welcome. Just don't forget the glasses ok?
I won'tshe says with a smile and then exits the inn and heads towards the Jackal compound
To Jackals