Auril the Frostmaiden, the divine embodiment of winter’s fury, has withdrawn to the Icewind Dale to live among mortals. Further, she has cast a terrible spell over this cold corner of the world, to the detriment of most of its denizens.
Each night before midnight, Auril takes to the sky on the back of a white roc and weaves her spell, which manifests as a shimmering curtain of light—a beautiful aurora that illuminates the night sky and fades before dawn. This powerful magic prevents the next day’s sun from rising above the horizon, turning midday into twilight and trapping Icewind Dale in winter’s dark embrace, with no sunlight or warmth to melt the snow and ice. Each casting of the spell leaves the Frostmaiden weakened, with just enough divine power left to barricade the mountain pass with blizzards and churn the Sea of Moving Ice with blistering winds. Such measures discourage travelers from approaching or leaving Icewind Dale, further isolating the region. Icewind Dale has thus been trapped in a different reality from the rest of the world, for though the sun never rises over the dale, it continues to rise everywhere else.
The people of Icewind Dale know Auril’s wrath when they feel it, and they have a name for the unending winter she has inflicted on them. They call it the Everlasting Rime. No one understands why the Frostmaiden has imposed her will in this way or why the other gods refuse to challenge her. This prolonged winter, which has gone on for more than two years, threatens to doom not just the flickering lights of civilization known as Ten-Towns but also the indigenous flora and fauna that need sunlight and the change of seasons to survive.
The visions have plagued you for weeks now. They are not scary or anything like that but they are persistent.
They have drawn you north to the desolate place called the Edge of the World. This is the last stop before the hard trek through the Spine of the World and the frozen plains of Icewind Dale and into the realm of the Frostmaiden.
North of the Spine of the World and west of the towering Reghed Glacier is a frigid expanse few dare to explore, let alone inhabit. This icy land of windswept tundra recently became locked in a perpetual, dark winter without reprieve.
You find yourself in a small tavern with no name except the one of the village. An old man tends the counter and welcomes everyone like they are either fools or crazy ... or both.. with a crooked smile or a shrug of his shoulders.
On the far corner, near the fire, a fur-clad man waits.
For all:
Describe yourself as you enter the small place. The man will mention you to come and sit and hail the old barkeeper for a drink.
A half-elf of regal and graceful bearing enters The World´s edge tavern, her long blond hair in intricate braids, her face pale with delicate features and a calm warm smile on her thin lips. She gently brushes some snow from her exquisite white cloak of obvious elven design featuring patterns of stars in circles of seven. Beneath, equally delicate clothes more suited to a court than to traveling. Hanging from her neck, a small blue-white star in a thin silver chain and in her left hand a slender white staff engraved with a multitude of seven-pointed stars.
She courteously accepts the invitation of the fur-clad man and takes a seat by the fire, places the staff and a lightly packed backpack beside her and holds her hands in front of the fire to warm them after the freezing and arduous journey from Silverymoon. "The Edge of the world, a most suitable name I must say." She says smiling a smile that would melt the coldest of hearts.
A male Tielfing appears at the door way, laden with heavy furs, mostly brown furs and he has the hood up. Even with this, he looks like he is freezing to death. He rushes inside and warms himself by the fire. After a few minutes, he stops shuddering. He throws his hood back, revealing a sharp face with a long scar running across the right check. His skin is a light crimson, his hair a bleach white but looks natural. His horns point straight up with no spiraling. His eyes are straight black, filled with curiosity. He looks around the tavern. “Weather isn’t like back home, eh Sarana?”
“No, dear, it’s not. Even in this ring, I can still feel the bitter cold. Sorry about the visions you have been having, but maybe coming here will make them stop. Hopefully, our next mission will be warmer. Nothing feels better than sun on the skin. Hey, who’s that guy?”
Kane finally notices the man sitting in the back call his name. He cautiously makes he way closer. “Do I know you? Are you the reason I’m here?“ Kane sits across from him. At the mention of drinks, Kane says “Oh, noting to drink for me. Unless you have tea, but no alcohol.”
The door to the tavern opens, with a creak and stays open for a little, letting the biting cold in as a figure struggles with the crude splints that hold their legs up and in place, gloved hands fumbling with straps at their knees for a long moment as they stand in the doorway.
It's only when a patron rather rudely reminds them that there are other people in the tavern, and that it's cold outside, that the tall and bone-thin figure moves, silently, scanning the room with one milky blue eye as they approach the fur-clad man and sit near the fire.
They don't speak, but instead take their hood off, showing a long malnourished face as they turn to the man. Black, purple and red as well as frost outline patches of their dark skin, especially on the tip of their long broken nose, their cheeks, the top of their ears, their lips... Boils scatter across their visage, and the skin around their left eye is broken and chewed, showing parts of the eyeball below- a bright yellow bulb not dissimilar to a cuttlefish's eye.
They bring the mug of mulled wine to their face, enjoying the warmth and smell of it. Their milky, glazed eye still stares at the man expectantly, while the yellow one moves on its own, wandering to look at the rest of the patrons.
"So?." Their voice is barely a whisper, almost drowned out by the chattering of their teeth as they speak, but the word echoes clearly in the man's mind
*Im going to assume that Kane came in after the half elf since it took me forever to type my intro.* Kane was in such a rush to get out warm that he didn’t notice the female half elf. Seeing her warm smile and her elegant figure instantly melted Kane’s heart. He struggles to make an introduction. “I’m…I’m Akanos. Akanos Novak. But my friend calls me Kane.” He’s blushing but it is hard to tell.
"Greetings Akanos Novak, I am Tylaerys Silverflame from Silverymoon, the gem of the north." The half-elf calmly answers with a melodious voice. "I see you came better prepared than me for a journey to the north." She adds looking at the heavy furs worn by the tiefling. "I must find myself some proper winter clothes before continuing my travels." Tylaerys takes a sip from her cup of tea. "Now Kane, what brings you this far north?" Another warm smile.
Kane is about to tell this half elven beauty everything when a voice rings in his head.
Be careful Kane. You don’t know why she is here. She could be using her looks to squeeze information out of you. Stay vigilant Kane, Ogma requires this of you.
Kane nods and says, “I’m a follower of Ogma. He has promised me something in exchange for helping him. I have had visions of this place, telling me to come here. I’m sorry if I can not hold this in, but you are very beautiful. You can borrow one of my furs until we find something suitable for you. Now I ask you the same question. Information for information.” Kane is blushing harder now, and it’s more obvious. You can tell his dealings with pretty women are very limited. But he knows to be a gentleman.
Aster's yellow eye shifts slowly to the half-elf and tiefling, a thoughtful expression making its way on their face as they brush thin strands of graying dirty blonde hair out of their sight. They clear their voice with a raspy sound "Aster."
They pause for a moment, staring at the two without actually turning their face to them. "It's my name." they say. They don't seem too focused on the woman, instead staring intently at the tiefling's scar, curious about what might have caused it.
that is, until the man mentions visions. Aster visibly stiffens, standing straighter for a moment "Visions? So you have been gifted them as well."
"Thank you Kane, you are very honest, I appreciate that, I will try to return the favor. I am traveling to Icewind dale in service of Mystra, the lady of mysteries. I am not yet clear over all the details of my pilgrimage but she is the lady of mysteries after all." Tylaerys smiles wryly. "And thank you for lending me this fur, I am in your debt Kane."
(OOC: I don´t think we´re in Icewind dale yet right?)
*Not yet. But it ought the visions were telling them to travel to the tavern. Could be my mistake.*
Kane smiles. He’s likes his new friend Tylaerys, or Tyl, as he decides to call her. However, the undead…thing, that walked into the tavern, is scaring Kane. He tries to cover up his scar that that “Aster”, as it calls itself, stares at it. “So, Tyl, what did you do before Mystra, or have you always been in that life? Also…what’s your favorite food?”
They retract a little out of reflex, seemingly aware of the effect their appearance has on others, though there is no sign of discomfort on their face. Just cold determination as they stare at the fur clad stranger before nodding to Tylaerys "I can show."
They rub the inside of their fleece sleeves, murmuring something to themselves as a small image appears on the table. It's hazy, barely a memory.
Casts Minor Illusion
Sprawled, long, tube-like shapes lay sprawled across white snow, unmoving as the light of Auril's aurora touches them.
"Mystra sends me visions like this, and tells me they're in the north" their voice is strained but annoyed, and seems like speaking takes considerable effort from them "Gods sure do love games, I'm finding out"
A boardshouldered blue dragonborn walks in, dressed in grey and blue armor. Displayed at the front is a holy symbol depicting a clenched hand with the index finger pointing upward. He turns to everyone else in the building. "Sweet Azuth, more people here than I could imagine. The name is Kalec." He shuffles around to find a seat.
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As you walk into the tavern, you notice a half-elf playing his lute in a corner by the fire. He plays a slow, solemn ballad about Starfall Pool, sharing the history of the glade just north of Silverymoon for the patrons. He is dressed in bright, costumed clothes, a pendant of a silver scroll hangs around his neck, and you notice gleaming rings on his fingers as they delicately dance along the lute strings. He has piercing blue eyes and dark shoulder length hair, although a large shock on the right side of his head is white as snow.
“Another ale, please, missus” he asks a serving girl, then launches into an upbeat song detailing the exploits of an infamous rogue.
After he finishes his song, he joins the companions gathering at the table. “Greetings, my name is Allyn Vaneshi, late of Neverwinter. I believe that you are among those that I have been sent to meet. I am at your service.”
A tall, very slender Dragonborn sashes lightly through the door, she's lost in thought humming out a tune and is at once graceful and high strung. She's lights on a nearby bench to scribble on a notebook that has a symbol of Oghma in full display on the cover. She looks up at the group conversing, makes eye contact with one or more before giving a wink and continuing
"Well Kane, I think I was always a servant of Mystra in a sense, even when serving as an advisor on arcane matters in the courts of Silverymoon, but now I can sense her will stronger and clearer than before. As for my favourite food, I would have to say the roasted deer tenderloin as they serve it at the Golden oak Inn in Silverymoon, but I am sure I will find new interesting recipies on my quest. Admittedly I am not used to travels and this is much colder than home, but Mystra willing I will persevere."She smiles again. (No you are right, my bad)
When Aster shares their vision Tylaerys raises her eyebrows. "My friend, I see now that our fates are intertwined. She is the lady of mysteries I´m afraid, a mystery for us to solve I´m sure" She smiles at Aster as the meaning of her own vision becomes clearer.
When Kalec enters Tylaerys recognizes him as a servant of Azuth, a servant of Mystra. "Greetings Kalec, I am Tylaerys Silverflame, a servant of Mystra, come join us by the fire."
When Allyn joins them Tylaerys welcomes him. "Greetings Allyn Vaneshi, I am Tylaerys Silverflame, a servant of Mystra. Thank you for entertaining us, it hasn´t been much of that since I left home. I really enjoyed it, especially your ballad about Starfall Pool. Please join us, it seems we all were sent here with a divine purpose."
While talking with the other Tylaerys discreetly studies the scribbling dragonborn and considers the possibility this servant of Oghma is another companion on their divine quest. Lady of mysteries indeed she thinks and smiles to herself while taking another sip of her tea.
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A young man with board shoulders wearing a light gray hooded cloak over chainmail walks into the tavern. "By the gods, it's cold out there!" He pulls off his hood to reveal handsomely sharp facial features and striking sliver eyes from an elven heritage. He takes off one of his gauntlets and runs his fingers through his dark blackish-brown hair shaking out large snowflakes and revealing the sharp point of his ears. Doing this also causes an amulet of Mystra to appear from under his tunic to rest on his chainmail.
He makes his way over to the barkeep and slides over five copper pieces. "Mug of spice ale, my good man." Kassian looks around the room, notices some others in a group, and begins to pick up on some of the conversations- "I have had visions of this place, telling me to come here."
Kassian in surprise chokes on his drink causing spiced ale to run up his nose.
After a fit of coughing, "My apologies, but did you happen to say you've been having visions? Perhaps divine in nature? Oh!, how rude of me, Kassian Pride-"
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...song, yes, Kassian Pridesong. I've also been getting such visions which I believe tied to Mystra. I'm afraid I don't know much else.
Kalec smiles at Tylaerys's offer to sit down. "Thank you very much, it seems fitting that followers of Azuth and Mystra should share a table with others." He walks over and takes a seat, carefully positioning himself and his armor.
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Kane sees that Tylaearys also drinks tea. “You like tea too? I love tea! My favorite blend is Gale Quinn. I..I..can’t do alcohol. It..it’s just something I won’t do.” This seems to bring back a bad memory for Kane. He scoots a little closer to Tylaerys. So far, she is his favorite. Aster is a creepy undead..thing. The two Dragonborns are interesting, especially the quiet female one. Kane immediately recognizes the symbol of Ogma. “I thought I was the only one.” He tells her. He shows her his Ruby ring with the symbol of Ogma engraved on the side. The bard…Kane doesn’t know what to think of the bard. Sure, music is nice, but bards have a reputation to cause chaos and distractions on missions. Kane will watch him closely. And the the male half elf. He currently looked good. Another one of Mystra’s. Kane thought that he might steal Tyl away from him, due to his handsomeness and being part of Mystra. Kane leans back with his arms crossed and watches Kassian closely.
"I am no follower of gods- Merely... Well, I'd call myself a victim of their roundabout ways" Aster swallows as Tyla speaks, bringing the mulled wine mug to their face once again. So many new people, and all of them of faith one way or another. Their face twists from indifference to distrust- They know of fear, though the feeling bubbling up in their chest is just an imitation of it. Small and weak.
Still, they wonder if all followers of gods would try to kill them like a few other zealots did in the past. It is not like they chose the body they wandered into- yet it seems to be hated by most.
Their lips stretch into a calm smile as they enjoy the music and their yellow eye wanders through the room, stopping on the group. It's clear they're all headed the same way, whether they like it or not. Better socialize, then.
"I don't drink or eat myself. But warm alcohol smells nice... Most warm foods and drinks do." They make a face, remembering the last time they tried eating something. What a mess.
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Auril the Frostmaiden, the divine embodiment of winter’s fury, has withdrawn to the Icewind Dale to live among mortals. Further, she has cast a terrible spell over this cold corner of the world, to the detriment of most of its denizens.
Each night before midnight, Auril takes to the sky on the back of a white roc and weaves her spell, which manifests as a shimmering curtain of light—a beautiful aurora that illuminates the night sky and fades before dawn. This powerful magic prevents the next day’s sun from rising above the horizon, turning midday into twilight and trapping Icewind Dale in winter’s dark embrace, with no sunlight or warmth to melt the snow and ice. Each casting of the spell leaves the Frostmaiden weakened, with just enough divine power left to barricade the mountain pass with blizzards and churn the Sea of Moving Ice with blistering winds. Such measures discourage travelers from approaching or leaving Icewind Dale, further isolating the region. Icewind Dale has thus been trapped in a different reality from the rest of the world, for though the sun never rises over the dale, it continues to rise everywhere else.
The people of Icewind Dale know Auril’s wrath when they feel it, and they have a name for the unending winter she has inflicted on them. They call it the Everlasting Rime. No one understands why the Frostmaiden has imposed her will in this way or why the other gods refuse to challenge her. This prolonged winter, which has gone on for more than two years, threatens to doom not just the flickering lights of civilization known as Ten-Towns but also the indigenous flora and fauna that need sunlight and the change of seasons to survive.
The visions have plagued you for weeks now. They are not scary or anything like that but they are persistent.
They have drawn you north to the desolate place called the Edge of the World. This is the last stop before the hard trek through the Spine of the World and the frozen plains of Icewind Dale and into the realm of the Frostmaiden.
North of the Spine of the World and west of the towering Reghed Glacier is a frigid expanse few dare to explore, let alone inhabit. This icy land of windswept tundra recently became locked in a perpetual, dark winter without reprieve.
You find yourself in a small tavern with no name except the one of the village. An old man tends the counter and welcomes everyone like they are either fools or crazy ... or both.. with a crooked smile or a shrug of his shoulders.
On the far corner, near the fire, a fur-clad man waits.
For all:
Describe yourself as you enter the small place. The man will mention you to come and sit and hail the old barkeeper for a drink.
A half-elf of regal and graceful bearing enters The World´s edge tavern, her long blond hair in intricate braids, her face pale with delicate features and a calm warm smile on her thin lips. She gently brushes some snow from her exquisite white cloak of obvious elven design featuring patterns of stars in circles of seven. Beneath, equally delicate clothes more suited to a court than to traveling. Hanging from her neck, a small blue-white star in a thin silver chain and in her left hand a slender white staff engraved with a multitude of seven-pointed stars.
She courteously accepts the invitation of the fur-clad man and takes a seat by the fire, places the staff and a lightly packed backpack beside her and holds her hands in front of the fire to warm them after the freezing and arduous journey from Silverymoon. "The Edge of the world, a most suitable name I must say." She says smiling a smile that would melt the coldest of hearts.
A male Tielfing appears at the door way, laden with heavy furs, mostly brown furs and he has the hood up. Even with this, he looks like he is freezing to death. He rushes inside and warms himself by the fire. After a few minutes, he stops shuddering. He throws his hood back, revealing a sharp face with a long scar running across the right check. His skin is a light crimson, his hair a bleach white but looks natural. His horns point straight up with no spiraling. His eyes are straight black, filled with curiosity. He looks around the tavern. “Weather isn’t like back home, eh Sarana?”
“No, dear, it’s not. Even in this ring, I can still feel the bitter cold. Sorry about the visions you have been having, but maybe coming here will make them stop. Hopefully, our next mission will be warmer. Nothing feels better than sun on the skin. Hey, who’s that guy?”
Kane finally notices the man sitting in the back call his name. He cautiously makes he way closer. “Do I know you? Are you the reason I’m here?“ Kane sits across from him. At the mention of drinks, Kane says “Oh, noting to drink for me. Unless you have tea, but no alcohol.”
The door to the tavern opens, with a creak and stays open for a little, letting the biting cold in as a figure struggles with the crude splints that hold their legs up and in place, gloved hands fumbling with straps at their knees for a long moment as they stand in the doorway.
It's only when a patron rather rudely reminds them that there are other people in the tavern, and that it's cold outside, that the tall and bone-thin figure moves, silently, scanning the room with one milky blue eye as they approach the fur-clad man and sit near the fire.
They don't speak, but instead take their hood off, showing a long malnourished face as they turn to the man. Black, purple and red as well as frost outline patches of their dark skin, especially on the tip of their long broken nose, their cheeks, the top of their ears, their lips... Boils scatter across their visage, and the skin around their left eye is broken and chewed, showing parts of the eyeball below- a bright yellow bulb not dissimilar to a cuttlefish's eye.
They bring the mug of mulled wine to their face, enjoying the warmth and smell of it. Their milky, glazed eye still stares at the man expectantly, while the yellow one moves on its own, wandering to look at the rest of the patrons.
"So?." Their voice is barely a whisper, almost drowned out by the chattering of their teeth as they speak, but the word echoes clearly in the man's mind
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*Im going to assume that Kane came in after the half elf since it took me forever to type my intro.*
Kane was in such a rush to get out warm that he didn’t notice the female half elf. Seeing her warm smile and her elegant figure instantly melted Kane’s heart. He struggles to make an introduction. “I’m…I’m Akanos. Akanos Novak. But my friend calls me Kane.” He’s blushing but it is hard to tell.
"Greetings Akanos Novak, I am Tylaerys Silverflame from Silverymoon, the gem of the north." The half-elf calmly answers with a melodious voice. "I see you came better prepared than me for a journey to the north." She adds looking at the heavy furs worn by the tiefling. "I must find myself some proper winter clothes before continuing my travels." Tylaerys takes a sip from her cup of tea. "Now Kane, what brings you this far north?" Another warm smile.
Kane is about to tell this half elven beauty everything when a voice rings in his head.
Be careful Kane. You don’t know why she is here. She could be using her looks to squeeze information out of you. Stay vigilant Kane, Ogma requires this of you.
Kane nods and says, “I’m a follower of Ogma. He has promised me something in exchange for helping him. I have had visions of this place, telling me to come here. I’m sorry if I can not hold this in, but you are very beautiful. You can borrow one of my furs until we find something suitable for you. Now I ask you the same question. Information for information.” Kane is blushing harder now, and it’s more obvious. You can tell his dealings with pretty women are very limited. But he knows to be a gentleman.
Aster's yellow eye shifts slowly to the half-elf and tiefling, a thoughtful expression making its way on their face as they brush thin strands of graying dirty blonde hair out of their sight. They clear their voice with a raspy sound "Aster."
They pause for a moment, staring at the two without actually turning their face to them. "It's my name." they say. They don't seem too focused on the woman, instead staring intently at the tiefling's scar, curious about what might have caused it.
that is, until the man mentions visions. Aster visibly stiffens, standing straighter for a moment "Visions? So you have been gifted them as well."
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"Thank you Kane, you are very honest, I appreciate that, I will try to return the favor. I am traveling to Icewind dale in service of Mystra, the lady of mysteries. I am not yet clear over all the details of my pilgrimage but she is the lady of mysteries after all." Tylaerys smiles wryly. "And thank you for lending me this fur, I am in your debt Kane."
(OOC: I don´t think we´re in Icewind dale yet right?)
"It seems we all had visions then Aster." Tylaerys keeps her calm and composure at the unusual sight of Aster. "Please join us and tell us of yours."
*Not yet. But it ought the visions were telling them to travel to the tavern. Could be my mistake.*
Kane smiles. He’s likes his new friend Tylaerys, or Tyl, as he decides to call her. However, the undead…thing, that walked into the tavern, is scaring Kane. He tries to cover up his scar that that “Aster”, as it calls itself, stares at it. “So, Tyl, what did you do before Mystra, or have you always been in that life? Also…what’s your favorite food?”
They retract a little out of reflex, seemingly aware of the effect their appearance has on others, though there is no sign of discomfort on their face. Just cold determination as they stare at the fur clad stranger before nodding to Tylaerys "I can show."
They rub the inside of their fleece sleeves, murmuring something to themselves as a small image appears on the table. It's hazy, barely a memory.
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Sprawled, long, tube-like shapes lay sprawled across white snow, unmoving as the light of Auril's aurora touches them.
"Mystra sends me visions like this, and tells me they're in the north" their voice is strained but annoyed, and seems like speaking takes considerable effort from them "Gods sure do love games, I'm finding out"
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A boardshouldered blue dragonborn walks in, dressed in grey and blue armor. Displayed at the front is a holy symbol depicting a clenched hand with the index finger pointing upward. He turns to everyone else in the building. "Sweet Azuth, more people here than I could imagine. The name is Kalec." He shuffles around to find a seat.
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As you walk into the tavern, you notice a half-elf playing his lute in a corner by the fire. He plays a slow, solemn ballad about Starfall Pool, sharing the history of the glade just north of Silverymoon for the patrons. He is dressed in bright, costumed clothes, a pendant of a silver scroll hangs around his neck, and you notice gleaming rings on his fingers as they delicately dance along the lute strings. He has piercing blue eyes and dark shoulder length hair, although a large shock on the right side of his head is white as snow.
“Another ale, please, missus” he asks a serving girl, then launches into an upbeat song detailing the exploits of an infamous rogue.
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After he finishes his song, he joins the companions gathering at the table. “Greetings, my name is Allyn Vaneshi, late of Neverwinter. I believe that you are among those that I have been sent to meet. I am at your service.”
A tall, very slender Dragonborn sashes lightly through the door, she's lost in thought humming out a tune and is at once graceful and high strung. She's lights on a nearby bench to scribble on a notebook that has a symbol of Oghma in full display on the cover. She looks up at the group conversing, makes eye contact with one or more before giving a wink and continuing
"Well Kane, I think I was always a servant of Mystra in a sense, even when serving as an advisor on arcane matters in the courts of Silverymoon, but now I can sense her will stronger and clearer than before. As for my favourite food, I would have to say the roasted deer tenderloin as they serve it at the Golden oak Inn in Silverymoon, but I am sure I will find new interesting recipies on my quest. Admittedly I am not used to travels and this is much colder than home, but Mystra willing I will persevere." She smiles again.
(No you are right, my bad)
When Aster shares their vision Tylaerys raises her eyebrows. "My friend, I see now that our fates are intertwined. She is the lady of mysteries I´m afraid, a mystery for us to solve I´m sure" She smiles at Aster as the meaning of her own vision becomes clearer.
When Kalec enters Tylaerys recognizes him as a servant of Azuth, a servant of Mystra. "Greetings Kalec, I am Tylaerys Silverflame, a servant of Mystra, come join us by the fire."
When Allyn joins them Tylaerys welcomes him. "Greetings Allyn Vaneshi, I am Tylaerys Silverflame, a servant of Mystra. Thank you for entertaining us, it hasn´t been much of that since I left home. I really enjoyed it, especially your ballad about Starfall Pool. Please join us, it seems we all were sent here with a divine purpose."
While talking with the other Tylaerys discreetly studies the scribbling dragonborn and considers the possibility this servant of Oghma is another companion on their divine quest.
Lady of mysteries indeed she thinks and smiles to herself while taking another sip of her tea.
A young man with board shoulders wearing a light gray hooded cloak over chainmail walks into the tavern. "By the gods, it's cold out there!" He pulls off his hood to reveal handsomely sharp facial features and striking sliver eyes from an elven heritage. He takes off one of his gauntlets and runs his fingers through his dark blackish-brown hair shaking out large snowflakes and revealing the sharp point of his ears. Doing this also causes an amulet of Mystra to appear from under his tunic to rest on his chainmail.
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He makes his way over to the barkeep and slides over five copper pieces. "Mug of spice ale, my good man." Kassian looks around the room, notices some others in a group, and begins to pick up on some of the conversations- "I have had visions of this place, telling me to come here."
Kassian in surprise chokes on his drink causing spiced ale to run up his nose.
After a fit of coughing, "My apologies, but did you happen to say you've been having visions? Perhaps divine in nature? Oh!, how rude of me, Kassian Pride-"
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...song, yes, Kassian Pridesong. I've also been getting such visions which I believe tied to Mystra. I'm afraid I don't know much else.
Kalec smiles at Tylaerys's offer to sit down. "Thank you very much, it seems fitting that followers of Azuth and Mystra should share a table with others." He walks over and takes a seat, carefully positioning himself and his armor.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Kane sees that Tylaearys also drinks tea. “You like tea too? I love tea! My favorite blend is Gale Quinn. I..I..can’t do alcohol. It..it’s just something I won’t do.” This seems to bring back a bad memory for Kane. He scoots a little closer to Tylaerys. So far, she is his favorite. Aster is a creepy undead..thing. The two Dragonborns are interesting, especially the quiet female one. Kane immediately recognizes the symbol of Ogma. “I thought I was the only one.” He tells her. He shows her his Ruby ring with the symbol of Ogma engraved on the side. The bard…Kane doesn’t know what to think of the bard. Sure, music is nice, but bards have a reputation to cause chaos and distractions on missions. Kane will watch him closely. And the the male half elf. He currently looked good. Another one of Mystra’s. Kane thought that he might steal Tyl away from him, due to his handsomeness and being part of Mystra. Kane leans back with his arms crossed and watches Kassian closely.
"I am no follower of gods- Merely... Well, I'd call myself a victim of their roundabout ways" Aster swallows as Tyla speaks, bringing the mulled wine mug to their face once again. So many new people, and all of them of faith one way or another. Their face twists from indifference to distrust- They know of fear, though the feeling bubbling up in their chest is just an imitation of it. Small and weak.
Still, they wonder if all followers of gods would try to kill them like a few other zealots did in the past. It is not like they chose the body they wandered into- yet it seems to be hated by most.
Their lips stretch into a calm smile as they enjoy the music and their yellow eye wanders through the room, stopping on the group. It's clear they're all headed the same way, whether they like it or not. Better socialize, then.
"I don't drink or eat myself. But warm alcohol smells nice... Most warm foods and drinks do." They make a face, remembering the last time they tried eating something. What a mess.
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