"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.
The waitress dips her head and murmurs a soft, "It is no problem. You have not upset me." She drifts away to serve other customers and leaves you to your thoughts.
There is plenty to do in the city itself. Several marketplaces are set up all throughout Arina'lok -- open air markets filled with trade goods from merchants who have traveled for the next few days into the city to hawk their wares and then leave. Closed markets filled with dusty tomes and magical artifacts, or even foods and little toys for kids are set up as well. There are more taverns in the city than one knows what to do with -- and several houses of favors. In the area you are in you know of at least three high end establishments full of airs and graces and lords and ladies. The further out of the nobles land you go you know the taverns become a little more rugged, a little more active and rowdy -- some downright entertaining with music and brawls. More than that there are the Colleges nestled at the heart of the Spire, and a large variety of magic related shops that dot the entire city.
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."
Brella cocks her head and hums in thought. She eyes you up and down, a bit nervously given the way she ducks her head almost instantly.
"No miss," she says meekly. "At least not with your colors that I've seen."
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."
One of the guards merely observing, waiting just in case the Tiefling the others were pulling into the barracks tried anything. He glances to you, and then turns in a fair bit of surprise.
"Lenzo Darkmast? Is that you?" You see a grin cross his face and he quickly tugs his helm off, revealing dark hair bound up and out of the way, golden eyes, and fair skin. The slightly pointed ears and the small pockmark on his cheek are the recognizable features of Answell Waelin, a minor son of House Waelin. "My you've been gone a while! What a sight for sore eyes." They narrow then, and playfully the Answell shoves at your shoulder. "And what are you just thanking us for, eh?"
"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?"
The Captain laughs, and it is a hearty, full belly sort of sound. He shakes his head, shoulders twitching until the laughter subsides and then he sighs, a wide smile on his face.
"Oh son, as if I would let you wander around bespelled without a writ of permit!" He chuckles a bit more before carefully writing out a slip of paper and handing it over. "Here, this'll last you until you reach the Colleges. You'll have to get the Head Cleric to sign off on an allowance of continued use of a disguise spell."
The writ, once you have it in hand, clearly reads:
I, Sir Angwell Liamont Vaes III, do hereby allow one Bishop Druxell, Tiefling and hopeful Cleric-to-be, to hold upon his person a sense of disguise self while traveling to the Colleges at the Spire, on this day of Irilakh, the 17th of Aedaira, 200 Vaes.
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."
Angelus' eyes narrow in frustration. Ever since the gate it's been one rude, dismissive person after another. The darkness in his heart still smoldered deep down. Aside from the singular Elf, everyone he'd met had either been a human or a halfling, and as far as Angelus was concerned, halflings were just short humans. He walked with purpose toward the counter, right up to the halfling, a slight snarl on his lips, "I've just about had it with this city. I've come here to help this place, to free it from the fear of attack and to see justice done, yet at every corner is a sneering, pompous, rude person. It's like you people don't even want to be helped. Well I assure you I am a very powerful wizard and if I wanted to the rivers would run red...so you will give me the information I want or you will suffer." Angelus had lost his temper and was attempting to Intimidate (6) these people for the information he needed to complete his purposes as quickly as possible. So far being nice had not worked. Though he was a champion of truth, justice and righteousness the darkness of his past was not entirely erased. "And if you think I fear your little militia, you'd best think again. I can shred them with a flick of my wrist. You're lucky I use my powers for good and to help save lives. Now help me find the proper path to the Crystal Spire so I can speak with someone of clout, or get out of my way." Angelus was beginning to feel like everyone in the city were plotting against him, or at the very least complicit in their own disasters. It was no wonder the City had been attacked, but never-the-less, whether through threats or pleasantries, Angelus was determined to see justice prevail.
"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."
The half-elf cocks and eyebrow. "What day on the month, friend? Mistae...so, middling end of a week?" The half-elf counted to himself silently. "Hm, Railora in 176 Vaes...the days of Mistae would be, ah! The 7th, the 15th, the 23rd, the 31st, the 39th, and the 47th. Any of those days sound familiar?"
The half-elf leads you to a small barracks, well neatly and richly designed barracks. He opens the door genially and holds it for you to pass. As you enter into the room you, the half-elf behind you, you see everyone perform the same salute as from earlier. A slight bow, hand over the crest on their armor. The half-elf waves a hand and goes to a shelf. He rummages around for a minute and comes back with sheaf's of papers.
"Let's see, so we'll count immigration then," he murmurs as he sets the papers down. "Seeking employment--I'd check out the job boards around town. We have quite a fair few and there are many who seek out help or new employees. The taverns are also a great place to find out any information -- plenty of expeditions recruit from the taverns. The Colleges also at the Spire host plenty of recruitment drives for their own studies...."
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.
Rheim doesn't bother to wait, or bother with Kumvior to stop. She leaps down into the ring, a small sort of dip in the ground that looks like it had been created entirely on accident one day and merely re-purposed. She grasps Kumvior by his hair and digs her fingers into his ear. Kumvior howls in response, fingers loosening around the girl's neck who scrambles away and is quickly caught by a stout dwarf with a neatly trimmed and braided red beard.
"I got you, lass," he says. He's dressed in a stained apron, eyebrows bushy enough that they move with his words. Carefully he tugs the girl up and out of the ring. "That's a good lass. Let's get you a nice cold drink."
Kumvior does not take this down lying. He roars and tries to grab at Rheim, but she quickly puts his knee out and then slams her own up into his face as he falls. With a grunt she hauls him up, and tosses him out of the ring. You see patrons already scrambling out of the way before Rheim even throws the man, and you watch as he lands upon a table with a loud crash, spilling drink and food. Rheim climbs out of the ring and begins to stalk toward Kumvior.
With the matter of the papers sorted and a solid destination in mind, Ulrich feels slightly more at ease, about as much as he finds himself able to be, at any rate. Ready to leave and begin sorting out his own matters, he pauses, reminding himself that it will be best to remain on good terms with this captain and says, "The help is very much appreciated, sir. And... I apologize again for the trouble earlier. Is there anything else you'll need of us or shall we be on our way now?"
Rheim doesn't bother to wait, or bother with Kumvior to stop. She leaps down into the ring, a small sort of dip in the ground that looks like it had been created entirely on accident one day and merely re-purposed. She grasps Kumvior by his hair and digs her fingers into his ear. Kumvior howls in response, fingers loosening around the girl's neck who scrambles away and is quickly caught by a stout dwarf with a neatly trimmed and braided red beard.
"I got you, lass," he says. He's dressed in a stained apron, eyebrows bushy enough that they move with his words. Carefully he tugs the girl up and out of the ring. "That's a good lass. Let's get you a nice cold drink."
Kumvior does not take this down lying. He roars and tries to grab at Rheim, but she quickly puts his knee out and then slams her own up into his face as he falls. With a grunt she hauls him up, and tosses him out of the ring. You see patrons already scrambling out of the way before Rheim even throws the man, and you watch as he lands upon a table with a loud crash, spilling drink and food. Rheim climbs out of the ring and begins to stalk toward Kumvior.
Aelar watches Rheim with admiration as she handles the large man with ease. She seems to be handling herself just fine, so he waits for her to finish with Kumvior.
"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?"
The Captain laughs, and it is a hearty, full belly sort of sound. He shakes his head, shoulders twitching until the laughter subsides and then he sighs, a wide smile on his face.
"Oh son, as if I would let you wander around bespelled without a writ of permit!" He chuckles a bit more before carefully writing out a slip of paper and handing it over. "Here, this'll last you until you reach the Colleges. You'll have to get the Head Cleric to sign off on an allowance of continued use of a disguise spell."
The writ, once you have it in hand, clearly reads:
I, Sir Angwell Liamont Vaes III, do hereby allow one Bishop Drexull, Tiefling and hopeful Cleric-to-be, to hold upon his person a sense of disguise self while traveling to the Colleges at the Spire, on this day of Irilakh, the 17th of Aedaira, 200 Vaes.
Signed Angwell Liamont Vaes III
"Very well sir, I can't thank you enough for everything you have done. It feels nice for things to go well in life for once." Bishop puts his hand to his chest and gives a slight bow. "Oh and by the way, my friends name was Feltorius, he was a fine elf and an even better person."
Bishop turns to Ulrich, "Well friend, would you mind if I accompanied you to Spire? I would really like to not be alone in this mysterious town. If you don't, I completely understand." Bishop shuffles his feet nervously, as he has not met many people who did not want him to do malicious things. "Maybe I can finally free myself of this guilt that is killing me."
Ulrich looks to Bishop, somewhat startled by the question as he hadn't expected to actually be accompanied by anyone during his time in this city. All this talk of clerics and the like has put him on edge, and his initial impulse is to refuse the offer of companionship. On the other hand, however, he contemplates the benefits - an unfamiliar city as large as this may prove difficult to navigate on his own, even with the directions given. Mulling it over, he nods after a moment, answering Bishop by saying, "I suppose that's fine, yes. We'll be heading in the same direction at any rate, so not much would change if I were to decline."
With the matter of the papers sorted and a solid destination in mind, Ulrich feels slightly more at ease, about as much as he finds himself able to be, at any rate. Ready to leave and begin sorting out his own matters, he pauses, reminding himself that it will be best to remain on good terms with this captain and says, "The help is very much appreciated, sir. And... I apologize again for the trouble earlier. Is there anything else you'll need of us or shall we be on our way now?"
"Very well sir, I can't thank you enough for everything you have done. It feels nice for things to go well in life for once." Bishop puts his hand to his chest and gives a slight bow. "Oh and by the way, my friends name was Feltorius, he was a fine elf and an even better person."
Bishop turns to Ulrich, "Well friend, would you mind if I accompanied you to Spire? I would really like to not be alone in this mysterious town. If you don't, I completely understand." Bishop shuffles his feet nervously, as he has not met many people who did not want him to do malicious things. "Maybe I can finally free myself of this guilt that is killing me.
The Captain blinked at Bishop, slightly started, and then he smiled.
"Feltorius, eh?" he murmured. "Good luck, Bishop. You as well Ulrich. That is all."
Before the both of you step out the door the woman moves her hands, twisting her fingers into shapes and drawing arcane symbols in the air. She whispers something under her breath, her eyes sparked with magical power, and then she reaches out and touches lightly to Bishop's forehead.
"There," she said. "Now you look utterly...human. Walk softly, little Tiefling."
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."
Brella cocks her head and hums in thought. She eyes you up and down, a bit nervously given the way she ducks her head almost instantly.
"No miss," she says meekly. "At least not with your colors that I've seen."
Aquariel sighs. "That's too bad. Thank you, though, Brella." Aquariel eats her meal and drinks her ale, listening to the conversation around her, and trying to decide what to do next.
I'm interested in what she hears. If she hears no information of consequence, she will order another ale from Brella, and ask her about 1)cost of a room/lodging and 2)where she might find employment as a guard, etc. Depending on what she hears, she might ask some follow up questions as well. Oh, and she will tip Brella 5 coppers for her help. Feel free to narrate parts of that.
Bishop gets a little anxious as the elf begins to form arcane symbols with his hands. He honestly just doesn't know what to expect. Most spell he has seen have been spells to end peoples life. He flinches a little as a tickling sensation covers his body for a moment. He looks at his hands and is taken aback. "They look human! And my feet? No hooves! This is amazing! Thank you so much mage, and you as well, captain."Bishop jumps around for a moment before he regains his composure. "Erm...very well then, we will be off." Bishop turns to Ulrich and nods as he makes his way out of the barrack."I can't wait to see the look on that stupid, smug guard's face."Bishop walks out of the door with a confidence he has never had before.
Seeing the magic work so well to alter Bishop's appearance, Ulrich makes a mental note to look into such illusions for his own purposes sometime, wondering if his talents would be capable of replicating such an effect. Though permissions to do so in the city in the first place would be a problem, Ulrich didn't see much point in bothering the captain further about a simple possibility. Regardless, for the moment he shoves the thought to the back of his mind and turns to accompany Bishop out the doors. Upon stepping outside, Ulrich begins watching his surroundings intently once more amongst the active city pathways as he proceeds to walk ahead, planning to follow the directions given by the captain. He does, however, direct his attention back to Bishop for a moment to ask rather suddenly, "Out of curiosity, what form of deity is it that you follow?"
" I do believe it was the 15th. Being from the north we don't us your date system. Thank you for all your help. I will be syre to check those places for work but for now I would like a place to lay my head and a little ale. If you can point me in that direction, I would be greatly appreciated.
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Aelar watches Rheim with admiration as she handles the large man with ease. She seems to be handling herself just fine, so he waits for her to finish with Kumvior.
It doesn't take much longer before Rheim is back out of the ring, bodily hauling Kumvior out of the Immoral Wench and booting him from the doorway.
"You are banned from my establishment, Kumvior!" she snapped out, and with that slipped back in. Almost instantly the music and voices started back up. You could see the patrons who dodged the mess with Kumvior's initial toss quickly putting the table to rights and helping the barmaids clean up the mess. Another barmaid brings about drinks and more food with a smile while Rheim survey's the mess and nods. She makes her way back to you.
"Ring's closed," she says to the rest. "Aelar...come, have a drink with me."
After several minutes of deliberation, Wilkas decides to leave the noble district, and wander the rest of the city for the next few hours.
From what you remember the city has always been quite huge. To cross paths from one end to the other would take two full days worth of travel. Thankfully, for ease of the citizens of the city, there are small central hubs to allow for quick travel between varied sections of Arina'lok. One such hub, Madame's Finest Jewels, is just a few blocks down the road. Madame's Finest Jewels sells primarily jewelry and small trinkets, some even enchanted, but also houses the entrance and exit to a small travel hub. Outsiders would not be aware of the difficulty in traversing all of Arina'lok until they'd attempted or talked to someone, and even then they'd be directed to the cart services around the city or told to walk the paths if they didn't have the coin.
For natives and nobleborn of the city, the hubs are honestly the best convenience.
There are several locations with Arina'lok that you could visit. There are at least 5 open air markets with stalls and merchants hawking goods, more than a dozen different taverns, the port which is divided into two sections--the northern section being for travelers and is where Aquariel is, and the southern section mostly focused on merchant goods and merchant ships, which is where the Immoral Wench and Aelar is located.
There is the "poor" district, where Lenzo currently walks, the middling district which Bishop and Ulrich are currently at the entrance of, the Spire itself home to pretty much every single magic shop you can find and then some, the district that primarily sees richer merchants who come to Arina'lok for more than just hawking wares, which is where Angelus is currently lost. You are in what would be considered the nobles district.
Throughout the city there are eight different transport hubs. They are as follows:
Madame's Finest Jewels - Nobles Scintillating Scents - High-Merchants Nerimmil's Grape - Merchants / Open Air Market The Colleges - The Crystal Spire Talon's Touch - Commoners The Clueless Navigator - Port-North Abraxas' Scrolls - Housing District for the Colleges Halford's Half-Priced Library - Open Air Market / Between Colleges, Port-South, and Commoners
Angelus' eyes narrow in frustration. Ever since the gate it's been one rude, dismissive person after another. The darkness in his heart still smoldered deep down. Aside from the singular Elf, everyone he'd met had either been a human or a halfling, and as far as Angelus was concerned, halflings were just short humans. He walked with purpose toward the counter, right up to the halfling, a slight snarl on his lips, "I've just about had it with this city. I've come here to help this place, to free it from the fear of attack and to see justice done, yet at every corner is a sneering, pompous, rude person. It's like you people don't even want to be helped. Well I assure you I am a very powerful wizard and if I wanted to the rivers would run red...so you will give me the information I want or you will suffer." Angelus had lost his temper and was attempting to Intimidate (22) these people for the information he needed to complete his purposes as quickly as possible. So far being nice had not worked. Though he was a champion of truth, justice and righteousness the darkness of his past was not entirely erased. "And if you think I fear your little militia, you'd best think again. I can shred them with a flick of my wrist. You're lucky I use my powers for good and to help save lives. Now help me find the proper path to the Crystal Spire so I can speak with someone of clout, or get out of my way." Angelus was beginning to feel like everyone in the city were plotting against him, or at the very least complicit in their own disasters. It was no wonder the City had been attacked, but never-the-less, whether through threats or pleasantries, Angelus was determined to see justice prevail.
The halfling yelps and waves his hands emphatically, "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he starts out, and you can see they tremble just a bit and his voice wavers. "Now, now you don't wanna go sayin' that y'know?" He laughs nervously and glances back to the human. "Boneback?"
Boneback looks up, grunts, and goes back to the book.
The halfling sighs, and slumps back down.
"Whaddya need to know?" he asks, weakly. He gives you a somewhat strained smile, and his fingers twitch as he waits for your response.
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With the matter of the papers sorted and a solid destination in mind, Ulrich feels slightly more at ease, about as much as he finds himself able to be, at any rate. Ready to leave and begin sorting out his own matters, he pauses, reminding himself that it will be best to remain on good terms with this captain and says, "The help is very much appreciated, sir. And... I apologize again for the trouble earlier. Is there anything else you'll need of us or shall we be on our way now?"
Ulrich looks to Bishop, somewhat startled by the question as he hadn't expected to actually be accompanied by anyone during his time in this city. All this talk of clerics and the like has put him on edge, and his initial impulse is to refuse the offer of companionship. On the other hand, however, he contemplates the benefits - an unfamiliar city as large as this may prove difficult to navigate on his own, even with the directions given. Mulling it over, he nods after a moment, answering Bishop by saying, "I suppose that's fine, yes. We'll be heading in the same direction at any rate, so not much would change if I were to decline."
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After several minutes of deliberation, Wilkas decides to leave the noble district, and wander the rest of the city for the next few hours.
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Bishop gets a little anxious as the elf begins to form arcane symbols with his hands. He honestly just doesn't know what to expect. Most spell he has seen have been spells to end peoples life. He flinches a little as a tickling sensation covers his body for a moment. He looks at his hands and is taken aback. "They look human! And my feet? No hooves! This is amazing! Thank you so much mage, and you as well, captain." Bishop jumps around for a moment before he regains his composure. "Erm...very well then, we will be off." Bishop turns to Ulrich and nods as he makes his way out of the barrack. "I can't wait to see the look on that stupid, smug guard's face." Bishop walks out of the door with a confidence he has never had before.
Seeing the magic work so well to alter Bishop's appearance, Ulrich makes a mental note to look into such illusions for his own purposes sometime, wondering if his talents would be capable of replicating such an effect. Though permissions to do so in the city in the first place would be a problem, Ulrich didn't see much point in bothering the captain further about a simple possibility. Regardless, for the moment he shoves the thought to the back of his mind and turns to accompany Bishop out the doors.
Upon stepping outside, Ulrich begins watching his surroundings intently once more amongst the active city pathways as he proceeds to walk ahead, planning to follow the directions given by the captain. He does, however, direct his attention back to Bishop for a moment to ask rather suddenly, "Out of curiosity, what form of deity is it that you follow?"
" I do believe it was the 15th. Being from the north we don't us your date system. Thank you for all your help. I will be syre to check those places for work but for now I would like a place to lay my head and a little ale. If you can point me in that direction, I would be greatly appreciated.
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There are several locations with Arina'lok that you could visit. There are at least 5 open air markets with stalls and merchants hawking goods, more than a dozen different taverns, the port which is divided into two sections--the northern section being for travelers and is where Aquariel is, and the southern section mostly focused on merchant goods and merchant ships, which is where the Immoral Wench and Aelar is located.
There is the "poor" district, where Lenzo currently walks, the middling district which Bishop and Ulrich are currently at the entrance of, the Spire itself home to pretty much every single magic shop you can find and then some, the district that primarily sees richer merchants who come to Arina'lok for more than just hawking wares, which is where Angelus is currently lost. You are in what would be considered the nobles district.
Throughout the city there are eight different transport hubs. They are as follows:
Madame's Finest Jewels - Nobles
Scintillating Scents - High-Merchants
Nerimmil's Grape - Merchants / Open Air Market
The Colleges - The Crystal Spire
Talon's Touch - Commoners
The Clueless Navigator - Port-North
Abraxas' Scrolls - Housing District for the Colleges
Halford's Half-Priced Library - Open Air Market / Between Colleges, Port-South, and Commoners
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