Wilkas accepts her offer of a drink. Quiet since Angos'lale, huh? Well, I certainly hope Kella is ok.
"Thank you. For both the drink and the information. They didn't suffer any losses, did they?"
She sighed and shook her head with a faint tsk. "Losses to the Tholins? Nothing more than some dignity I suppose. A few businesses." She looks troubled, almost saddened. "No, most of the losses came to the peasantry. Thankfully the deaths were minor. Less of a mess for the guards."
Aquariel felt a spark of hope rise up inside her. The The Clueless Navigator Tavern & Sultry Djiin Inn had a promising name. Dare she hope to find one of her own people inside? She entered, looking for a spot to sit.
If Aquariel sees any water genasi patrons, she will try to sit near them, but not approach them directly yet. Otherwise she'll look for a spot that lets her be relatively inconspicuous while also letting her listen to the surrounding conversations and get a feel for the place.
Settling into the seat she found, Aquariel hopes they have fish stew on the menu--at a price she can afford--and a decent ale. As she waits for the server to find her, she listens to the conversations around her and ponders her next step.
The lunch menu is offered to you in the far corner by a lithe looking maid, small, with a pointed face. She stands roughly four feet tall--a sweet little gnome, although obviously shy.
"Here miss," she says. "Our lunch today is Corned Beef, Salted Fish, and Broth with Bacon. These are the drinks we offer. If you see anything you like, just give a holler for Brella and I'll come right to you."
Bishop nods."Thank you sir, I will tell what I know of my past, unfortunately it is not much. I was abandoned at a young age by my parents, who could not stand to raise a monster. So my birth name and birth date are lost to me. I believe I am around 17, and as far as my name goes, I go by Bishop, it is more of an aspiration than a title.My last name is Drexull, this was the name of my friend who passed. I've taken on his name as a way to keep him close with me on my adventures. I belong to no city currently, but I am eager to find a place to call home. As far as next of kin goes, I wish I knew. Bishop's voice starts to break a little as he is overwhelmed with emotion. He has never had to say all these out loud, much less to another person. He realizes just how alone he is in the world.
The Captain nodded and quickly began to scribble on a document with a quill.
"Date of birth then in 183 Vaes. Do you know the month and day, Bishop?" He marks down the name Bishop Drexull and frowns a bit at the surname, quickly scribbles no next of kin. "Drexull...hm. Familiar. What was his first name? Also I do need a place of origin, or a rough one. A city to mark as where you came from. A source of income, job title or so, and how long you plan to be in Arina'lok, my boy."
Aelar makes his way through the Immoral Wench heading straight for Rheim. "Rheim! Hello! It's been a while. How have things been on land? I heard about the Rusty Anchor."
Rheim doesn't spare you a glance, although you can see her lips twitch faintly. "Aelar Galanodel, how is your mother, boy? Haven't seen you in a fair few months. You never stop by." The brawl begins to get rough and Rheim frowns. "Hey! Play fair or I'll show you how to play fair." The two men look to her, and one looks pissed at being interrupted. They both settle and Rheim finally turns her attention to you. She looks you up and down.
"The business with the Rusty Anchor was nasty. The only good thing of it is that Leila got out fine. She'll recover and rebuild."
"Ah thank you for your assistance in securing these papers and the right direction to go. I deeply appreciate it," Angelus takes the papers and tucks them away in his traveling robe where they'll be safe from weather and sticky fingers and promptly turns about and walks out the door. He looks around for the Big Crystal Spire area, and upon locating it with his eyes, begins to travel in a straight line toward that direction.
After two hours it becomes apparent that the direct route isn't working. You've wandered through side alleys, been trapped by walls and blocked by houses, garnered many not-happy looks as you moved. People have begun to stare at you in concern and almost fear. At most you've gone in several circles and you are nowhere nearer to the Crystal Spire.
Listening to the tiefling tell his information first, Ulrich thinks deeply on his own life, or more importantly at the moment, how to put it into words without raising too many questions. It occurs to him how odd it is to hear someone else recount their own life - Ulrich had never bothered to think much about the people outside his home, or where they'd come from. To hear someone else speak so openly about the hardships that had happened to them, or of their lack of a place to belong, it puts Ulrich on edge in a way. He wonders briefly if there is a reason for this, if such tragedies are simply so common in this world or if there is a reason he has found himself alongside this individual. Ulrich snaps out of his concerns once the tiefling finishes speaking, realizing he himself will have to provide similar information now. "Ah, yes, I... I am Ulrich Durst," even saying his own surname fills him with dread, afraid someone will identify his origins, "I hail from the Loishpol area." Loishpol will work just fine, he thinks, given his proper village's lack of monicker and his own reluctance to specify it anyway. "I am nineteen years of age. Born on the 27th of Phaestira, year 181 Vaes." Foggy as his knowledge of certain things may have been, Ulrich has no difficulty identifying his own birth information, that was one thing his small village had kept a very good record of. The last detail he says with a noticeably solemn voice, "I... I too have no next of kin."
The Captain looks to you next, a bit of a frown on his face. He pulls out a second set of papers and begins to fill in the information.
"A hard life, son," he said calmly. "Let it look up from here on out. I just need to know what your length of stay is, source of income or any titles last." He pauses, and then glances to Bishop. "And help this one find a damned disguise, will you?"
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Angelus had the distinct and creeping feeling that he was no closer to the Crystal Spire than when he had first set out. He looked around to see if there were any directional signs, or people to ask for assistance. He tried his best to perceive (21) anything of use in the area.
Angelus had the distinct and creeping feeling that he was no closer to the Crystal Spire than when he had first set out. He looked around to see if there were any directional signs, or people to ask for assistance. He tried his best to perceive (7) anything of use in the area.
There were signs for shops, for buildings, houses and the like, but nothing to point you in the direction of the Crystal Spire. In fact the entire city seems to be a maze -- it's design baffling. Arina'lok is nothing like where you've been before.
Rheim doesn't spare you a glance, although you can see her lips twitch faintly. "Aelar Galanodel, how is your mother, boy? Haven't seen you in a fair few months. You never stop by." The brawl begins to get rough and Rheim frowns. "Hey! Play fair or I'll show you how to play fair." The two men look to her, and one looks pissed at being interrupted. They both settle and Rheim finally turns her attention to you. She looks you up and down.
"The business with the Rusty Anchor was nasty. The only good thing of it is that Leila got out fine. She'll recover and rebuild."
"That's good to hear. I had hoped she made it out alright. Mother is well. Our latest trip was a good one. She may come by later, I told the crew to come here in lieu of the Anchor. Do you know anything about the attackers?"
Bishop nods."Thank you sir, I will tell what I know of my past, unfortunately it is not much. I was abandoned at a young age by my parents, who could not stand to raise a monster. So my birth name and birth date are lost to me. I believe I am around 17, and as far as my name goes, I go by Bishop, it is more of an aspiration than a title.My last name is Drexull, this was the name of my friend who passed. I've taken on his name as a way to keep him close with me on my adventures. I belong to no city currently, but I am eager to find a place to call home. As far as next of kin goes, I wish I knew. Bishop's voice starts to break a little as he is overwhelmed with emotion. He has never had to say all these out loud, much less to another person. He realizes just how alone he is in the world.
The Captain nodded and quickly began to scribble on a document with a quill.
"Date of birth then in 183 Vaes. Do you know the month and day, Bishop?" He marks down the name Bishop Drexull and frowns a bit at the surname, quickly scribbles no next of kin. "Drexull...hm. Familiar. What was his first name? Also I do need a place of origin, or a rough one. A city to mark as where you came from. A source of income, job title or so, and how long you plan to be in Arina'lok, my boy."
"Ah yes, my apologies. I come from Taros Village. Pertaining to income, I currently have none, but I hop to get involved with a local temple or maybe assist in some adventuring. Adventurers are always in need of some divine intervention." Bishop gives the prayer bit a big pat. "I'm not sure how long I'll be in town, it really just depends on the connections I'm able to make. If I find none, I will continue by travels until I find a place to call home. Again sir, thank you for helping my friend and I. Some people are quick to judge. I will also try my best to find a disguise, but I'm not sure what could hide this cursed body of mine." Bishop hangs his head in shame.
Angelus had the distinct and creeping feeling that he was no closer to the Crystal Spire than when he had first set out. He looked around to see if there were any directional signs, or people to ask for assistance. He tried his best to perceive (7) anything of use in the area.
There were signs for shops, for buildings, houses and the like, but nothing to point you in the direction of the Crystal Spire. In fact the entire city seems to be a maze -- it's design baffling. Arina'lok is nothing like where you've been before.
Feeling hopelessly lost, and unable to make sense of anything, Angelus spots a sign for a nearby shop and heads towards the store. Upon entering Angelus looks around to find the shop owner, or anyone else for that matter, to ask directions to the big crystal spire. "Anyone here? I'm afraid I've lost my way, and I'm new to the city."
Ulrich glances to the tiefling Bishop once more at the mention of the word "friend" somewhat thrown off and uncertain at the intent behind the term. Before he can take the time to think about it too much, though, he continues with the required information, aiming to have this process done as quickly as possible. "Length of stay will be... Well, I intend to research the subject of magic while I am here, I assume this city should be a suitable place for such after all, so I will be here for an ample enough time to do so." On the subject of income, he thinks of his small, dwindling amount of money gathered purely from miscellaneous tasks during his time traveling. "Source of income is currently none, I hope to rectify that in some way or another, and I've no titles to speak of."
The lunch menu is offered to you in the far corner by a lithe looking maid, small, with a pointed face. She stands roughly four feet tall--a sweet little gnome, although obviously shy. "Here miss," she says. "Our lunch today is Corned Beef, Salted Fish, and Broth with Bacon. These are the drinks we offer. If you see anything you like, just give a holler for Brella and I'll come right to you."
Aquariel looked longingly at the entry for Sea Spirit, but knew that was an extravagance she couldn't afford at the moment. Instead, she called Brella over, and ordered Salted Fish and a Spiced Ale. When Brella returned with her food, she thanked the gnome and asked, "Do any of my kind frequent your establishment? I am far from home and long to see one of my kin."
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Lenzo wants to follow the action, hopefully getting a chance to glimpse Carric. He's apprehensive, knowing the Ealaiils and Darkmasts may not be copacetic anymore, but Lenzo senses an opportunity. He's thinking that Carric will either be amenable to a reunion with a Darkmast - even though it may take some tap dancing. Lenzo is keenly aware, though, that there is a possibility that Carric would take the reappearance of a Darkmast as potential competition for power and influence on the streets of Arina'lok.
Lenzo walks in the direction of the guards he sees apprehending the 'screamer', and tries to get the attention of one not currently engaged. When possible, he says,
"Excuse me, sir? Pardon my intrusion, but I owe you and your comrades my thanks."
"That's good to hear. I had hoped she made it out alright. Mother is well. Our latest trip was a good one. She may come by later, I told the crew to come here in lieu of the Anchor. Do you know anything about the attackers?"
Rheim huffed, and at this point her lips pulled down into a deep scowl. Her hands clench into fists and her eyes narrow, brow furrowed as she takes you in. Then her expression softens, just a bit, and goes back her usual, stern look. She waves a hand for you to pause, and barks out toward the ring, "Enough! Obviously you can't listen, Kumvior! Out of the ring!"
In the brawlers ring Kumvior held his opponent down with his fingers wrapped around her neck. You can hear suddenly the entire tavern go quiet save for the choking breaths of the young lady beneath the hulking mass above her.
"Is there a memorial to those who did lose their lives? I'd like to pay my respects if I can."
Wilkas is glad that Kella is okay, but has never liked it when peasantry lose their lives.
With a sigh she shakes her head, a little regretfully. You can see her shift her eyes down, lips pressed together. Her hands have a faint tremble.
"No, sire," she said. "We've been more focused on safety than any sort of memorial." She gives you a slightly strained smile. "They were mostly homeless and beggars."
"I see. Safety is the priority after all. In my opinion, even the homeless deserve proper remembrance, but I suppose it will have to suffice that we remember them by preventing others from suffering a similar fate, at least for now. Thank you once again for the information, and I hope I'm not upsetting you too much, its just that I've been on the road since it happened, so I've heard little of what happened."
What do do for the next three hours? That question stumps Wilkas, for he had been planning to spend most of that time with Kella.
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"Ah yes, my apologies. I come from Taros Village. Pertaining to income, I currently have none, but I hop to get involved with a local temple or maybe assist in some adventuring. Adventurers are always in need of some divine intervention." Bishop gives the prayer bit a big pat. "I'm not sure how long I'll be in town, it really just depends on the connections I'm able to make. If I find none, I will continue by travels until I find a place to call home. Again sir, thank you for helping my friend and I. Some people are quick to judge. I will also try my best to find a disguise, but I'm not sure what could hide this cursed body of mine." Bishop hangs his head in shame.
The Captain notes down Taros, and marks seeking employment as well as self-taught Cleric to keep things simple. He also notes length of stay as potential immigration and then hands the papers over to you. He gives you a reassuring smile. "You aren't cursed, lad. Although a hat of disguise would do you good."
Ulrich glances to the tiefling Bishop once more at the mention of the word "friend" somewhat thrown off and uncertain at the intent behind the term. Before he can take the time to think about it too much, though, he continues with the required information, aiming to have this process done as quickly as possible. "Length of stay will be... Well, I intend to research the subject of magic while I am here, I assume this city should be a suitable place for such after all, so I will be here for an ample enough time to do so." On the subject of income, he thinks of his small, dwindling amount of money gathered purely from miscellaneous tasks during his time traveling. "Source of income is currently none, I hope to rectify that in some way or another, and I've no titles to speak of."
Once the Captain hands Bishop his paper's he's already filing in the remainder of Ulrich's as well. He jots down arcane study and immigration as well as a quick mark as seeking employment. He aims the quill at you while he speaks to Bishop, and then turns his gaze.
"Well you'll want the Spire too then," he says and hands over the papers. He eyes you both, and then nods. "Most roads lead to the Spire at least. Follow the main road here until you reach open air market. It's a plaza, big fountain in the center, probably ridiculously busy right now. Mostly hawkers for food, a few drinks, a couple of jeweled goods. Traveling merchants and the like from outside. You'll want to follow the northwestern road out of the market. Should be marked by Nerimmil's Grape, a decent enough tavern that serves a good bit of spiced ciders."
He looks the two of you over and gestures towards one of his guards as he continues to speak. "After that follow the road until you start to see more potions and scrolls shops. You'll know them when you see them lads. There should be a turn off that leads towards houses--clustered together, group hosing for the College's students of the arcane and divine arts. You'll be right close to the Spire then. Anyone should be able to direct you to your respective college of choice after that."
A thin, wispy elf with dark hair and striking, pointed features trails up to the Captain and dips her head. Her armor is more a set of flowing robes with a few pieces of leather placed to protect her vitals.
"You have need of my services, Captain?" she asks, and her voice sings like bells.
"Cast disguise on Bishop here, will you?" the Captain utters as a final comment, a smile on his lips. "We don't want another incident like with the boys outside."
Her lips twitch. "Shall I charm them as well? To not cause trouble, of course."
"I appreciate that Captain, but I am apprehensive about the disguise spell." Bishop shuffles his feet and his wings pull in tight. "If the spell ends while in front of the guards, would that not cause more suspicion to fall on me? They will think I am trying to sneak into the city! Could I possibly get some kind of crest or symbol as a show that I am innocent?"
"I was born on Mistae inthe month of Railora in 176 vaes. I left my childhood home with the Hillmen clan to join the Draak army. I have come to your great city to find my place and honor in this world" he spilled out with pride in his voice. "I if you need any other information, please ask anytime."
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Rheim huffed, and at this point her lips pulled down into a deep scowl. Her hands clench into fists and her eyes narrow, brow furrowed as she takes you in. Then her expression softens, just a bit, and goes back her usual, stern look. She waves a hand for you to pause, and barks out toward the ring, "Enough! Obviously you can't listen, Kumvior! Out of the ring!"
In the brawlers ring Kumvior held his opponent down with his fingers wrapped around her neck. You can hear suddenly the entire tavern go quiet save for the choking breaths of the young lady beneath the hulking mass above her.
Aelar could feel the tension in the air. It was palpable, pulling the air from the room. He glanced nervously from Rheim to the young woman being choked and back again.
"Err, do we need to intervene here? Come on buddy, let her up." he says nervously.
Feeling hopelessly lost, and unable to make sense of anything, Angelus spots a sign for a nearby shop and heads towards the store. Upon entering Angelus looks around to find the shop owner, or anyone else for that matter, to ask directions to the big crystal spire. "Anyone here? I'm afraid I've lost my way, and I'm new to the city."
The shop is rather dark and dusty, full of old tomes and books that line the walls and sit on tables on display. There are glass cases keeping them from harm and a lone counter nestled in the center of the room. It blocks off most of the shop going backwards, with a small space to walk through between the front end and the back. You can see that the books continue along much further, and the vaguest shape of a table with a book placed upon it, open, pages damaged, but otherwise untouched.
On the counter sits a halfling, arms crossed and legs dangling over the ledge. He eyes you distrustfully as he tucks one of his legs up onto the counter and leans forward. Behind the counter sits a grizzled old human, calmly flipping through pages of a book.
"Welcome to Boneback Books & Moore," the halfling drones, and the human grunts noncommittally. "We ain't some tourist help so unless yer a payin customer, get out."
Corned Beef, 5 Silver
Salted Fish, 4 Silver
Broth with Bacon, 3 Silver
Drinks
Beer, 2 Copper
Beer, Heavy, 3 Copper
Ale, 4 Copper
Ale, Spiced, 7 Copper
Mead, 1 Silver
Mead, Spiced brew, 14 Copper
Wine, Table, 8 Copper
Wine, Bremer Golden, 15 Copper
Wine, Queras'lin White, 4 Silver
Wine, Khuldas Red, 5 Silver
Wine, Bremer White, 8 SIlver
Wine, Seklorn Dwarven Honey, 1 Gold
Wine, Kasloh Gnomish Sweet, 3 Gold
Brandy, local, 5 Silver
Brandy, Bremer aged, 3 Gold
Liquer, Kasloh Gnomish Elixer, 5 Gold
Lodenbright, "Goblin Brew", 2 Gold
Dragonbreath, 3 Gold
Stonebreaker, 6 Gold
Sea Spirit, 16 Silver
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Angelus had the distinct and creeping feeling that he was no closer to the Crystal Spire than when he had first set out. He looked around to see if there were any directional signs, or people to ask for assistance. He tried his best to perceive (21) anything of use in the area.
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"That's good to hear. I had hoped she made it out alright. Mother is well. Our latest trip was a good one. She may come by later, I told the crew to come here in lieu of the Anchor. Do you know anything about the attackers?"
Ulrich glances to the tiefling Bishop once more at the mention of the word "friend" somewhat thrown off and uncertain at the intent behind the term. Before he can take the time to think about it too much, though, he continues with the required information, aiming to have this process done as quickly as possible.
"Length of stay will be... Well, I intend to research the subject of magic while I am here, I assume this city should be a suitable place for such after all, so I will be here for an ample enough time to do so." On the subject of income, he thinks of his small, dwindling amount of money gathered purely from miscellaneous tasks during his time traveling. "Source of income is currently none, I hope to rectify that in some way or another, and I've no titles to speak of."
Aquariel looked longingly at the entry for Sea Spirit, but knew that was an extravagance she couldn't afford at the moment. Instead, she called Brella over, and ordered Salted Fish and a Spiced Ale. When Brella returned with her food, she thanked the gnome and asked, "Do any of my kind frequent your establishment? I am far from home and long to see one of my kin."
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"Is there a memorial to those who did lose their lives? I'd like to pay my respects if I can."
Wilkas is glad that Kella is okay, but has never liked it when peasantry lose their lives.
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"I see. Safety is the priority after all. In my opinion, even the homeless deserve proper remembrance, but I suppose it will have to suffice that we remember them by preventing others from suffering a similar fate, at least for now. Thank you once again for the information, and I hope I'm not upsetting you too much, its just that I've been on the road since it happened, so I've heard little of what happened."
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"I appreciate that Captain, but I am apprehensive about the disguise spell." Bishop shuffles his feet and his wings pull in tight. "If the spell ends while in front of the guards, would that not cause more suspicion to fall on me? They will think I am trying to sneak into the city! Could I possibly get some kind of crest or symbol as a show that I am innocent?"
"I was born on Mistae inthe month of Railora in 176 vaes. I left my childhood home with the Hillmen clan to join the Draak army. I have come to your great city to find my place and honor in this world" he spilled out with pride in his voice. "I if you need any other information, please ask anytime."
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