Angelus' long hair glitters like gold in the warm light of the citadel's beacon. The fair, tall and slender Elf moves with languid grace, his lengthy ears picking up bits and pieces of idle conversation as he moves through the crowds. Shimmering blue eyes shift toward a particular person, the one who uttered something nearly Elvish, and he pauses in his movements for a moment. Based on context from the snippets heard Angelus was under the impression that something happened that ended with people either getting hurt, or in danger.
He spoke up with a soft musical voice, "Pardon my interruption, but I did not hear what's happened at the gate of Angos'lale. Would it trouble you to inform me of the events?" Angelus' first instinct was to rush to the sight of danger and see if he could be of any help. He felt the anxious pangs of duty calling, to be of assistance to those who need a helping hand.
The women turns in surprise, and you can see she is heavily pregnant, her husband's arm wrapped tight around the back of waist as support. You catch the sight of slightly pointed ears--half-elven--as she blinks wide eyes in surprise and tucks a bit of her hair back.
"I...what?"
It takes her a minute to fully process the question, having not expected a stranger to just walk up and speak to her. Her clothes are from the higher quality end of the spectrum, and here's a small coat of arms stitched into her shawl. When she finally does put aside her surprise she narrows her eyes at you in concern.
"You mean you haven't heard?" she whispered. "The news has reached as far as Summervale, surely!"
The women turns in surprise, and you can see she is heavily pregnant, her husband's arm wrapped tight around the back of waist as support. You catch the sight of slightly pointed ears--half-elven--as she blinks wide eyes in surprise and tucks a bit of her hair back.
"I...what?"
It takes her a minute to fully process the question, having not expected a stranger to just walk up and speak to her. Her clothes are from the higher quality end of the spectrum, and here's a small coat of arms stitched into her shawl. When she finally does put aside her surprise she narrows her eyes at you in concern.
"You mean you haven't heard?" she whispered. "The news has reached as far as Summervale, surely!"
Angelus' eyes flicker toward her engorged stomach for a moment before roving around to read the crowd, scanning for signs of panic or fear. He turned his attention back to the woman, his eyes notating her heritage. His own crest long forgotten, isolated in a new age, the ruins of his own name and estate but distant, though painful, memories. Angelus wore traveler's clothes, slightly worn, but of higher quality, finely made. His own sense of urgency presses him forward, he speaks quickly though not without courtesy.
"I have only just arrived in town. My time has been spent...far from this place. News did not come my way in such a remote area, and this event sounds at least somewhat recent. If you don't wish to be bothered simply point me in the direction of this...incident and I shall be on my way." He flashed her a charming smile, somewhat strained by the throbbing anxiety to rush off toward the first sign of danger. He raised a pale hand and brushed his glittering, golden hair behind a long, slender ear and dropped his chin a bit, looking up at her with swimming cerulean eyes.
Aquariel gazed at the city with a mix of excitement and unease. These last few days on the ship had been glorious: the spray of the sea and the power of the wind combined to welcome and settle her. The city was far larger than any she had encountered. Part of her missed Mirror Lake. But she also had reason to believe that Ondine might be here. Perhaps she could learn more about the power she felt pulsing and blowing through her. Closer her eyes to take in fully the last few drops of sea spray and the sea wind, Aquariel also listened to the sounds of the port and the voices she could here. She was in foreign territory and needed to learn the way of things here...
Angelus' eyes flicker toward her engorged stomach for a moment before roving around to read the crowd, scanning for signs of panic or fear. He turned his attention back to the woman, his eyes notating her heritage. His own crest long forgotten, isolated in a new age, the ruins of his own name and estate but distant, though painful, memories. Angelus wore traveler's clothes, slightly worn, but of higher quality, finely made. His own sense of urgency presses him forward, he speaks quickly though not without courtesy.
"I have only just arrived in town. My time has been spent...far from this place. News did not come my way in such a remote area, and this event sounds at least somewhat recent. If you don't wish to be bothered simply point me in the direction of this...incident and I shall be on my way." He flashed her a charming smile, somewhat strained by the throbbing anxiety to rush off toward the first sign of danger. He raised a pale hand and brushed his glittering, golden hair behind a long, slender ear and dropped his chin a bit, looking up at her with swimming cerulean eyes.
Her husband, presumably, tightens his grip and narrows his eyes over at you, lips pressed thin as he carefully pulls his wife to the side.
"It is recent news, yes," he says lowly, and you can spot another slightly pointed ear--half-elven--"but, lisrien, if you must know Angos'lale was attacked but a fortnight ago by those filthy rhy'thianen."
The women smiles prettily at you and says, coquettishly, "But don't you worry. The guard has it all well in hand."
Lisrien appears to be some bastardized version of "vagabond" (lisi'ryn) to your understanding, although in this day and age it means "stranger" Rhy'thianen hasn't changed meaning at all. "Dirty mongrel(s)"
Aquariel gazed at the city with a mix of excitement and unease. These last few days on the ship had been glorious: the spray of the sea and the power of the wind combined to welcome and settle her. The city was far larger than any she had encountered. Part of her missed Mirror Lake. But she also had reason to believe that Ondine might be here. Perhaps she could learn more about the power she felt pulsing and blowing through her. Closer her eyes to take in fully the last few drops of sea spray and the sea wind, Aquariel also listened to the sounds of the port and the voices she could here. She was in foreign territory and needed to learn the way of things here...
Most of what you can hear is idle gossip that passes the lips of the people as they shift about. The words are clearly in Common, perhaps the most spoken language of the place. What little you can put together as the ship fully comes in to dock and the deckhands call for disembarkment of the other patrons of the ship is that Arina'lok has fallen into some unique trouble. There are words on the wind of something called Vyn'tasat and of Tieflings and some sort of attack. These whispers are full of slight fear, disdain, and haughty disgust.
Her husband, presumably, tightens his grip and narrows his eyes over at you, lips pressed thin as he carefully pulls his wife to the side.
"It is recent news, yes," he says lowly, and you can spot another slightly pointed ear--half-elven--"but, lisrien, if you must know Angos'lale was attacked but a fortnight ago by those filthy rhy'thianen."
The women smiles prettily at you and says, coquettishly, "But don't you worry. The guard has it all well in hand."
Lisrien appears to be some bastardized version of "vagabond" (lisi'ryn) to your understanding, although in this day and age it means "stranger" Rhy'thianen hasn't changed meaning at all. "Dirty mongrel(s)"
Angelus' eyes wash over the man, his smile never waning. Standing to his full height, an ordinary six foot one inch, he looks squarely at the couple. "I assure you I am no vagabond, but if there's been an attack by these...mysterious beings as you've mentioned, then I will speak with the guards and see what aid I can offer. I will investigate this issue and see if I can lend any of my talents toward a resolution. Thank you for informing me."
With these words spoken Angelus twirls, his dazzling hair spiraling in a shimmering yellow crescent, and collects himself before moving with a purpose through the city lane in the direction of where he imagines the incident to have taken place.
Angelus' eyes wash over the man, his smile never waning. Standing to his full height, an ordinary six foot one inch, he looks squarely at the couple. "I assure you I am no vagabond, but if there's been an attack by these...mysterious beings as you've mentioned, then I will speak with the guards and see what aid I can offer. I will investigate this issue and see if I can lend any of my talents toward a resolution. Thank you for informing me."
With these words spoken Angelus twirls, his dazzling hair spiraling in a shimmering yellow crescent, and collects himself before moving with a purpose through the city lane in the direction of where he imagines the incident to have taken place.
To clarify is he moving towards the gate, into the city itself, or away from the gate?
Angelus' eyes wash over the man, his smile never waning. Standing to his full height, an ordinary six foot one inch, he looks squarely at the couple. "I assure you I am no vagabond, but if there's been an attack by these...mysterious beings as you've mentioned, then I will speak with the guards and see what aid I can offer. I will investigate this issue and see if I can lend any of my talents toward a resolution. Thank you for informing me."
With these words spoken Angelus twirls, his dazzling hair spiraling in a shimmering yellow crescent, and collects himself before moving with a purpose through the city lane in the direction of where he imagines the incident to have taken place.
To clarify is he moving towards the gate, into the city itself, or away from the gate?
He is moving into the city itself, towards the gate.
Angelus' eyes wash over the man, his smile never waning. Standing to his full height, an ordinary six foot one inch, he looks squarely at the couple. "I assure you I am no vagabond, but if there's been an attack by these...mysterious beings as you've mentioned, then I will speak with the guards and see what aid I can offer. I will investigate this issue and see if I can lend any of my talents toward a resolution. Thank you for informing me."
With these words spoken Angelus twirls, his dazzling hair spiraling in a shimmering yellow crescent, and collects himself before moving with a purpose through the city lane in the direction of where he imagines the incident to have taken place.
To clarify is he moving towards the gate, into the city itself, or away from the gate?
He is moving into the city itself, towards the gate.
As soon as you reach the gate you are stopped by a hand and an intent look from the guard posted out in front. There is a second guard on the other side checking papers and waving groups of people through. A large pillar sits in the middle of the gate itself edging the people into the two sides. You can see that it retracts upward, probably to let the merchant carts through.
Lenzo is disoriented by the scale of activity near the gate, and feels a great deal of apprehension about his return. He notes the differences in what he is seeing compared to what he knew about typical foot traffic in Arina'lok, but does not feel moved by it. He wonders what the changes have meant for his family, and for the Darkmast enterprise in general.
Upon hearing the scream from the person claiming to be innocent, Lenzo moves closer to the source, carefully, more interested in learning the new mores of the city than in offering help. He wants to see how law keepers behave now, the old habits of his upbringing coming back full force. He wants to learn what he can about the one being taken to the Cleric, also.
Do the guards seem to be acting differently than he remembers?
Are they wearing any insignia he would recognize from his earlier days in the city?
How is the crowd around the scene of the arrest behaving? Does it seem afraid of the guards, or is there a sense that the person being taken away has done something to warrant it? What can Lenzo overhear from the crowd around the scene of the arrest?
Initially, Wilkas is content to ignore the disruptive noble, but after a few seconds, his curiosity gets the better of him. He walks up to one of the guardsmen near to the noble but not involved in dealing with him.
"Pray tell, good sir, who is that man causing a commotion, and what is going on here?"
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Lenzo is disoriented by the scale of activity near the gate, and feels a great deal of apprehension about his return. He notes the differences in what he is seeing compared to what he knew about typical foot traffic in Arina'lok, but does not feel moved by it. He wonders what the changes have meant for his family, and for the Darkmast enterprise in general.
Upon hearing the scream from the person claiming to be innocent, Lenzo moves closer to the source, carefully, more interested in learning the new mores of the city than in offering help. He wants to see how law keepers behave now, the old habits of his upbringing coming back full force. He wants to learn what he can about the one being taken to the Cleric, also.
Do the guards seem to be acting differently than he remembers?
Are they wearing any insignia he would recognize from his earlier days in the city?
How is the crowd around the scene of the arrest behaving? Does it seem afraid of the guards, or is there a sense that the person being taken away has done something to warrant it? What can Lenzo overhear from the crowd around the scene of the arrest?
The scream, you note, did not come from outside the gate, but rather in the city. You can't quite make out what the commotion must be until you see several guards escorting, bound in shackles, to a side door in the post near the gate itself. Their gruff, but most of their demeanor reminds you of the few times they actually caught someone in the act--whether it be from the Guild that the Darkmast enterprise has dealings with, or just some poor kid whole stole a loaf of bread. You know the guards to have always been a bit rough; the Military kept the peace with an iron fist and the entire city knew that the guards were the Military. They were trained, efficient, and kept things as close to orderly as they could.
From this distance there is no specific insignia that you can make out marked upon the guardsmen's armor. The post at the gate itself checking papers, however, you can see are ranked higher than the usual lot to keep an eye over Angos'lale. In fact the exact insignia is for House Ealaiil; it marked the guards as under purview of Carric Ealaiil. When last you were in the city itself Carric Ealaiil was making a name for himself as a prodigious battle Cleric. Now he appears to be in command of a rather high ranking unit within the Arina'lok Military.
The crowd around the gate itself doesn't respond to the screams much. You see a few duck their heads down a bit more, then seem to realize that might make them look guilty and raise them back up. A couple of the people move a little faster through the gate, and a couple more shake their heads, sigh, and continue upon their path. The few people coming out of the city itself have their faces rather pinched, lips pressed close, and traveling clothes wrapped tight around their frame. No one speaks, and that in itself is rather odd.
Initially, Wilkas is content to ignore the disruptive noble, but after a few seconds, his curiosity gets the better of him. He walks up to one of the guardsmen near to the noble but not involved in dealing with him.
"Pray tell, good sir, who is that man causing a commotion, and what is going on here?"
Now that you've gotten closer to the gate you can recognize the noble conversing quietly to the guards. This is Carric Ealaiil, a prodigious battle Cleric and bastard son of House Ealaiil. You've not had much interaction with him over the years beyond peripherally, but you do remember how the nobility whispered about the scandalous choices House Ealaiil made in taking Carric in. Most bastard children were recognized, you knew, and plenty more went through the Military to prove themselves and to remove the shame of their birth. What made Carric's case unique was that House Ealaiil didn't peripherally recognize, but that they actively accepted him--and that he was raised among his younger half-siblings as a noble's son and heir. You can also see, now, that the guard posted at the gate itself all bear the insignia of House Ealaiil upon their armor, placing them under Carric's unit within the Military itself.
"Lord Cleric Ealaiil is just making sure of the guard postings, milord," the guardsmen you come up to says with a dip of her head. "He checks this gate every day to be certain there's been no disturbances. Eases the mind, milord, after that mess over at Angos'lale."
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"I see. It certainly does ease my mind. Terrible event. I'm not in a rush to return home, but need I wait long before entering the city, or may I head in now?"
Though Wilkas has heard of the Angos'lale, he knows only the gist of what happened.
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"I see. It certainly does ease my mind. Terrible event. I'm not in a rush to return home, but need I wait long before entering the city, or may I head in now?"
Though Wilkas has heard of the Angos'lale, he knows only the gist of what happened.
The guard ducks her head and pulls a fist over the house crest on her armor.
"No milord. Let me see your papers," she requests, straightens, and holds her hands out calmly.
As his ship sails into the port, Aelar stands on the yard of the foresail, one hand against the beam for support. This has become somewhat of a ritual upon entry into Arina'lok. He gazes at the Spire in awe, the light emanating from it almost blinding at this point, as it reaches toward unknown worlds in the sky. It is a work of beauty and Aelar would appreciate it as long as he could. When the ship reaches port, he climbs down from the mast and helps with docking preparations. Once they finish up, he steps down the ramp and takes in the scene. The smell of the seawater mixed with the commotion of the docks is a sound that brought him a sense of nostalgia. The sea may be his home, but the docks were his respite. The crew has a tradition upon entry to Arina'lok. Very soon, they would make their way toward The Rusty Anchor. As he steps off of the ramp, he hears light steps coming down behind him. He turns around to see a beautiful woman with long brown hair and striking green eyes. She is as dirty and ragged as the rest of the sailors, but no amount of grime could cover her beauty.
"Ah, Mother, it seems the trip has not treated you well. You smell like a peasant with the looks to match it!" he laughs, mocking the noblemen of the city. He smiles brightly at his mother and she returns it with a witty jab of her own. "Peasant mothers make peasant sons, you dirty scoundrel. At least I got a night of fun out of it!" she spits with a laugh.
"Will you be joining us at the tavern?"
"Not immediately,"she says, glancing back toward the ship. "I have a few things to take care of before settling in."
"Alright then, just be quick. You never know when a woman will steal me away."
"You'll have to find one that can handle the smell."she says as she walks back up the ramp to the ship, glancing back with a smirk.
The crew is still finishing up final touches, so Aelar takes in the scene, watching passerby to pass the few moments before the trip to the tavern.
Bishop keeps his head low as he hurries along the path. "It's no surprise that these people are afraid, I too am disgusted at my appearance." Bishop is trying to take in as much of the city as possible, but it quite difficult to enjoy anything with the tension in the air. Freedom is not something is he used to. Having recently escaped a cult, he is eager to make his distance and establish a new life. Bishop grabs the prayer book that he was gifted and aimlessly flips through the pages. "I must hurry and get to the temple, the clergy will want to know of his passing. Hopefully they will welcome me in their family." Bishops increases his walking speed, but not too fast, he doesn't want to startle anyone.
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Aquariel gazed at the city with a mix of excitement and unease. These last few days on the ship had been glorious: the spray of the sea and the power of the wind combined to welcome and settle her. The city was far larger than any she had encountered. Part of her missed Mirror Lake. But she also had reason to believe that Ondine might be here. Perhaps she could learn more about the power she felt pulsing and blowing through her. Closer her eyes to take in fully the last few drops of sea spray and the sea wind, Aquariel also listened to the sounds of the port and the voices she could here. She was in foreign territory and needed to learn the way of things here...
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Lisrien appears to be some bastardized version of "vagabond" (lisi'ryn) to your understanding, although in this day and age it means "stranger"
Rhy'thianen hasn't changed meaning at all. "Dirty mongrel(s)"
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Lenzo is disoriented by the scale of activity near the gate, and feels a great deal of apprehension about his return. He notes the differences in what he is seeing compared to what he knew about typical foot traffic in Arina'lok, but does not feel moved by it. He wonders what the changes have meant for his family, and for the Darkmast enterprise in general.
Upon hearing the scream from the person claiming to be innocent, Lenzo moves closer to the source, carefully, more interested in learning the new mores of the city than in offering help. He wants to see how law keepers behave now, the old habits of his upbringing coming back full force. He wants to learn what he can about the one being taken to the Cleric, also.
Do the guards seem to be acting differently than he remembers?
Are they wearing any insignia he would recognize from his earlier days in the city?
How is the crowd around the scene of the arrest behaving? Does it seem afraid of the guards, or is there a sense that the person being taken away has done something to warrant it? What can Lenzo overhear from the crowd around the scene of the arrest?
Initially, Wilkas is content to ignore the disruptive noble, but after a few seconds, his curiosity gets the better of him. He walks up to one of the guardsmen near to the noble but not involved in dealing with him.
"Pray tell, good sir, who is that man causing a commotion, and what is going on here?"
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Backstory:Brash was a young teen when the army found him. He was ravaging a group of other boys similar in age. He was large in comparison to them. In a blind rage he was pounding each one to the ground. Soldiers moved in and after some time calmed the boy down. The general approached. "We have use for someone like you."
So Brash went with them. He was given armor, sword and the other fighters taught him how to fight. He soon proved him self in battle but when a friendly soldier was mistakenly killed during a rage he was quickly shuned by everyone. In disgrace he left the army to seek honor elsewhere.
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The scream, you note, did not come from outside the gate, but rather in the city. You can't quite make out what the commotion must be until you see several guards escorting, bound in shackles, to a side door in the post near the gate itself. Their gruff, but most of their demeanor reminds you of the few times they actually caught someone in the act--whether it be from the Guild that the Darkmast enterprise has dealings with, or just some poor kid whole stole a loaf of bread. You know the guards to have always been a bit rough; the Military kept the peace with an iron fist and the entire city knew that the guards were the Military. They were trained, efficient, and kept things as close to orderly as they could.
From this distance there is no specific insignia that you can make out marked upon the guardsmen's armor. The post at the gate itself checking papers, however, you can see are ranked higher than the usual lot to keep an eye over Angos'lale. In fact the exact insignia is for House Ealaiil; it marked the guards as under purview of Carric Ealaiil. When last you were in the city itself Carric Ealaiil was making a name for himself as a prodigious battle Cleric. Now he appears to be in command of a rather high ranking unit within the Arina'lok Military.
The crowd around the gate itself doesn't respond to the screams much. You see a few duck their heads down a bit more, then seem to realize that might make them look guilty and raise them back up. A couple of the people move a little faster through the gate, and a couple more shake their heads, sigh, and continue upon their path. The few people coming out of the city itself have their faces rather pinched, lips pressed close, and traveling clothes wrapped tight around their frame. No one speaks, and that in itself is rather odd.
Now that you've gotten closer to the gate you can recognize the noble conversing quietly to the guards. This is Carric Ealaiil, a prodigious battle Cleric and bastard son of House Ealaiil. You've not had much interaction with him over the years beyond peripherally, but you do remember how the nobility whispered about the scandalous choices House Ealaiil made in taking Carric in. Most bastard children were recognized, you knew, and plenty more went through the Military to prove themselves and to remove the shame of their birth. What made Carric's case unique was that House Ealaiil didn't peripherally recognize, but that they actively accepted him--and that he was raised among his younger half-siblings as a noble's son and heir. You can also see, now, that the guard posted at the gate itself all bear the insignia of House Ealaiil upon their armor, placing them under Carric's unit within the Military itself.
"Lord Cleric Ealaiil is just making sure of the guard postings, milord," the guardsmen you come up to says with a dip of her head. "He checks this gate every day to be certain there's been no disturbances. Eases the mind, milord, after that mess over at Angos'lale."
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So the votes are essentially 50/50 or at least close to it. As such for starting equipment do what you will. Purchase with your class wealth, or go with the equipment listed on under your class as your starting equipment.
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"I see. It certainly does ease my mind. Terrible event. I'm not in a rush to return home, but need I wait long before entering the city, or may I head in now?"
Though Wilkas has heard of the Angos'lale, he knows only the gist of what happened.
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As his ship sails into the port, Aelar stands on the yard of the foresail, one hand against the beam for support. This has become somewhat of a ritual upon entry into Arina'lok. He gazes at the Spire in awe, the light emanating from it almost blinding at this point, as it reaches toward unknown worlds in the sky. It is a work of beauty and Aelar would appreciate it as long as he could. When the ship reaches port, he climbs down from the mast and helps with docking preparations. Once they finish up, he steps down the ramp and takes in the scene. The smell of the seawater mixed with the commotion of the docks is a sound that brought him a sense of nostalgia. The sea may be his home, but the docks were his respite. The crew has a tradition upon entry to Arina'lok. Very soon, they would make their way toward The Rusty Anchor. As he steps off of the ramp, he hears light steps coming down behind him. He turns around to see a beautiful woman with long brown hair and striking green eyes. She is as dirty and ragged as the rest of the sailors, but no amount of grime could cover her beauty.
"Ah, Mother, it seems the trip has not treated you well. You smell like a peasant with the looks to match it!" he laughs, mocking the noblemen of the city. He smiles brightly at his mother and she returns it with a witty jab of her own. "Peasant mothers make peasant sons, you dirty scoundrel. At least I got a night of fun out of it!" she spits with a laugh.
"Will you be joining us at the tavern?"
"Not immediately," she says, glancing back toward the ship. "I have a few things to take care of before settling in."
"Alright then, just be quick. You never know when a woman will steal me away."
"You'll have to find one that can handle the smell." she says as she walks back up the ramp to the ship, glancing back with a smirk.
The crew is still finishing up final touches, so Aelar takes in the scene, watching passerby to pass the few moments before the trip to the tavern.
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Bishop keeps his head low as he hurries along the path. "It's no surprise that these people are afraid, I too am disgusted at my appearance." Bishop is trying to take in as much of the city as possible, but it quite difficult to enjoy anything with the tension in the air. Freedom is not something is he used to. Having recently escaped a cult, he is eager to make his distance and establish a new life. Bishop grabs the prayer book that he was gifted and aimlessly flips through the pages. "I must hurry and get to the temple, the clergy will want to know of his passing. Hopefully they will welcome me in their family." Bishops increases his walking speed, but not too fast, he doesn't want to startle anyone.