You arrive, whether by horse or coach, at Wrought-Iron gates, each side with a golden sigil you all recognize from the seal on your letters. A canary in flight. The gates swing inward and you are ushered through by servants in a bronze and gold livery, offering little time to take in what you're seeing. A labyrinth of buildings and spires all connect by bridges and stone tunnels. The faint sounds of construction come from somewhere, but seem to echo off the sides of the bowl the whole place appears to be built in to the point where you cannot determine the direction of the noise. The complex is the size of a small city and roughly as busy as one, but everyone appears to be looking at you and give you a wide berth.
@Yualthian:
The raven that led you here lands, and in a swirling glow of silver shapeshifts into a figure, wearing a similar livery to the servants rushing about, but with silver in the place of the bronze. A shock of white hair is all about him that would give any hint to his age, but based on the wisdom in his eyes, you know he's been around longer than you, and will likely be here long after.
Victoria looks around at the complex & raises an eyebrow at the shape-shifter. She pauses to see if he'll speak to them.
(OOC: Six of us had joined the campaign set up by one of us per earlier comments in the PMs. Are we switching to this one or staying in that one?)
The Shapeshifter didn’t arrive with you it’s just Yualthian and the campaign that was created is to keep the character sheets in one place this is where the campaign is actually taking place so you don’t need to switch anything
Jayne looks up from the letter in her hands, towards the complex, before she turns her eyes back to the letter. She eyes the golden sigil warily. Normally, she would assume this was some kind of trick, and would not have been foolish enough to go along with it. But this mysterious 'Gold' had included a legitimate Lyrandar airship ticket - quite an expense for a prank at best or a trap at worst. But there was more to it than that, too. The Flame had surely led her here, had it not? Who was she to deny its path, however mysterious it may be? All would be illuminated soon enough. With a sigh, she ties back her long blonde hair into a low ponytail and raises up a quick prayer. "O Silver Flame, light the way."
With that, she takes her first steps into the compound, taking note of the stares and wide berth coming from its inhabitants. Jayne shrugs it off; this isn't the first time people have stared at her like a freak of nature.
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Yualthian had caught on that that they weren't traveling to Valenar early in the journey, but it wasn't like he could ask the Raven where they were going. The letter was signed The Keeper, so whoever this was knew about him, a lot more than he was comfortable with some stranger knowing. Yualthian had dismounted Damydaro as soon as they had entered the complex, not wanting to spook or unintentionally insult someone, but even now he kept a tight hold on the reigns as he watched the Raven transform into a man before his eyes. It made sense, the Raven seemed too intelligent, even for a raven, and it had coin to cover the cost for that Taxi.
He eyed the man suspiciously, looking him up and down, assessing him as a threat, and in response he could feel his body began to react. First Yualthian noticed the placement of his double scimitar slung across his back, hit hung loosely so he could grab it to defend himself and Damydaro if necessary. Then he began to take notice of the man's own posture and his age, which despite appearing older, Yualthian made the determination that it could mean he has many more years of experience in combat.
Garrett hops out of the couch, used to the frequent lack of consideration for the short folk.
His clothes are simple, a bit loose fitting, but well made and comfortable looking. There's a dagger at his waist opposite his belt pouch, and a small pack on his back.
He looks around with some curiosity, and walks smoothly towards their destination.
The shadows seem to shift like tides as a young feminine figure dressed in earthy colors stepped out of a coach. Sharp lavender eyes took in the new surroundings as she was led through the great iron gates and into the unfamiliar complex. The crowds of people were a strange sight for the lone druid and she quickly drew her hood up at the suffocating stares from everyone around. Her own shadow rippled with agitation, moving unnaturally on the ground beside her.
"Easy Equinox, now is not the time to be active." She murmured lightly, seemingly talking to nothing.
Callon walked through the complex without much care of the looks he was getting, his stature, appearance and big weapons always gave him a tough look, his scars didn't help either. After walking around for some time he sees a few people that are getting the same looks from the locals as he is. A Kalashtar, a Halfling and an Aasimar.
"Excuse me. Did you get a message that asked you to be here?" Asked to everyone that was there.
She's about 5'9" and relatively slender, wearing black armor that looks like it was crafted from the hides of great beasts. Her exposed skin has an ashen pallor and shows horrible scars near the joints. Her red hair has white streaks.
"I'm Victoria", she introduces herself. "I got a letter. But it appears our host may not have granted us private audiences."
She's about 5'9" and relatively slender, wearing black armor that looks like it was crafted from the hides of great beasts. Her exposed skin has an ashen pallor and shows horrible scars near the joints.
"I'm Victoria", she introduces herself. "I got a letter. But it appears our host may not have granted us private audiences."
So he wasn't the only warrior called here, he guessed that would be the case.
The 5 foot 11 inches man was wearing normal clothes (a pair of boots, pants and a short sleeve shirt) with a cloak made out of animal fur (posibly a bear for it's size) that covered his body. "I see, I got a letter as well. I'm Callon, nice to meet you." Said while streching his hand sign of hello, showing scars of his own in his arms alongside the one that crossed his right cheek from an arrow that almost didn't missed, covered unintentionally by his long white hair that barely reached the end of his neck.
"It would seem that we'll get a briefing from the one that call us here when everyone that received a letter is here." Added looking around to see if there was anyone that looked like the one in charge of the gathering of everyone that had the same kind of letter that him and Victoria possessed.
Yualthian had caught on that that they weren't traveling to Valenar early in the journey, but it wasn't like he could ask the Raven where they were going. The letter was signed The Keeper, so whoever this was knew about him, a lot more than he was comfortable with some stranger knowing. Yualthian had dismounted Damydaro as soon as they had entered the complex, not wanting to spook or unintentionally insult someone, but even now he kept a tight hold on the reigns as he watched the Raven transform into a man before his eyes. It made sense, the Raven seemed too intelligent, even for a raven, and it had coin to cover the cost for that Taxi.
He eyed the man suspiciously, looking him up and down, assessing him as a threat, and in response he could feel his body began to react. First Yualthian noticed the placement of his double scimitar slung across his back, hit hung loosely so he could grab it to defend himself and Damydaro if necessary. Then he began to take notice of the man's own posture and his age, which despite appearing older, Yualthian made the determination that it could mean he has many more years of experience in combat.
"Why have you brought me here Raven?"
The man laughs, and clear resounding laugh with no bitterness or mockery, and smiles down at you. Speaking in a strong voice, he asks "Do you truly not remember me old friend? I suppose not, your last reincarnation was many years ago, allow me to refresh your memory"With this he blows in your face and a vision of a past life, witnessed as though in trance, floods your memory, a memory of the man standing before you, his eyes looking younger and his stance full of a youthful mirth not seen in the present. fond memories of camaraderie and fighting side by side fill most of the vision, along with victorious celebrations. As the visions fade a single name comes to mind; Aureon, Lord of Silver, Dragon of The Chamber in The Third, Master of Northwynd. "It's good to see you again Yualthian. We have much to discuss. Come this way," and with that he turns and walks towards one of the many buildings, not looking back to see if you follow.
Since the rest seem to have gathered together, (Much easier for me thank you very much for introducing yourselves to each other very smooth)
An Aereni (High Elf) woman with dark hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing the same livery as all the others, with brass rather than bronze, and boots that put her slightly higher than her stature should allow, makes her way toward you determinedly, and the crowd parts to allow her passage. She is very clearly a woman of esteem and rank, as she appears to have her own scribe. A gnomish gentleman with tousled light brown hair follows closely behind her, square glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, racing to keep up as a scroll trails behind him. The Gnome is the first person you've seen not wearing the livery, though as you look around more carefully you see that there are some others doing various jobs around the complex not in the livery, but each bearing the gold canary sigil somewhere upon them. The gnome before you bears it as a signet ring on his right index finger gripping the scroll, left hand grasping a quill. In place of the uniform the gentleman wears simple robes of dark azure that sweep behind him for a foot or so, leaving a trail in the ground and giving the unseemly feeling of a slug. The elven woman asks in a harsh voice, formal but fierce"Are you the Letter Bearers? Which of you is the Dreamless Guard?"
Inessa, who had been trying to shrink herself into her own shadow, watches the Aereni and the Gnome approach with a careful eye; taking in their appearances as they came to a stop in front of the odd group that had gathered in the center of the crowds. She only vaguely recognizes the alias being called as what she had been addressed as in the letter she had received. Casing a weary look around, she took a cautious step forward and lowered her hood.
The Aereni woman turns a steely, green-eyed gaze to you seeming to stare into your very being, examining everything about you. But it's the gnomish man who speaks, first muttering under his breath, reading through the scroll in his hands before seemingly fnding what he was looking for and saying in a voice that starts strong but slowly withers, "The Dreamless Guard should refor to the hamnh of shalosfor rich walls. Follow the crane please." he manages to squeak out, swiping two finger across the parchment as an inky black crane takes form and flies off.
The aereni watches the form leave before turning to you. Gazing you up and down, seemingly evaluating you all, she appears satisfied and asks in a clear and simple voice, "Any questions?"
The aereni watches the form leave before turning to you. Gazing you up and down, seemingly evaluating you all, she appears satisfied and asks in a clear and simple voice, "Any questions?"
Callon saw the Aereni and the gnome enter the room asking for "the letter bearers" and someone named The Dreamless Guard, she definitely looks like the one in charge. But for some reason she didn't asked about the rest of the "letter bearers".
"I have one. Why did you call all of us if you only wanted her? And even if you want all of us here, we still don't know what do you want from us." Asked in a formal but tough voice. He didn't like the idea of someone knowing who he is calling him here and then just ignore him, he wasn't here for games.
The Aereni woman turns to her scribe and says, quite plainly and with seeming little to no regard for whether or not you hear her says, "The Warrior of Instinct," and the gnome nods before taking a look at you and releasing another timid squeak. She then turns to address the rest of you, "I know you all want answers, and so do I honestly. First things first however, formal introductions. I am Blyss DeGanth, Lady of Brass, Dragon of The Chamber in the Third, Master of Spoken. You will refer to me from here forth as Lady Blyss. You are all here at the behest of Sir Golden Glenn, High Lord, Dragon of The Chamber in the Second, Master of Liquid Fire, Overseer of The Tenfold Council of Canary. Whom you shall refer to as High Lord Gold, or simply Gold. He is currently preoccupied but has requested that all of you join him for a welcome banquet later tonight, after the meeting of the Tenfold Council. It is at this banquet that High Lord Gold will reveal why he has summoned you here. I called for all of you because I needed all of you, but sent her away because of a promise made to her in the letter she received. Speaking of which, the Thrice Revived was also promised something. If she has no questions she should follow the second crane conjured by my wonderful scribe Furous Fallous Forth d'Syvis."
Victoria shakes hands in greeting when Callon offers.
As "The Dreamless Guard" follows her crane, Victoria mutters "Guess we do get private audiences."
"Thank you Lady Blyss. I was promised information, like why I only remember one revival. Unless there's an answer I can only get here, I'll follow the crane. With thanks to you and your wonderful scribe."
She bows a martial bow (keeping her eyes on the situation), and follows the crane.
Garrett slips behind the taller folk (he's tall for a halfling; just over 3', but well under eye level for the tall folk) and gets near Callon. "Give her a chance to get through the titles and everything; they have to cover all the fancy words before getting to the point," he says (hopefully) quietly enough not to carry.
Jayne watches the proceedings unfold silently, her eyes lingering briefly on Inessa. She sidles up next to the kalashtar with a smile. "I know your face... how surprising our paths should cross again, in this strange place,"she murmurs.
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Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Jayne watches the proceedings unfold silently, her eyes lingering briefly on Inessa. She sidles up next to the kalashtar with a smile. "I know your face... how surprising our paths should cross again, in this strange place,"she murmurs.
The Aereni woman turns a steely, green-eyed gaze to you seeming to stare into your very being, examining everything about you. But it's the gnomish man who speaks, first muttering under his breath, reading through the scroll in his hands before seemingly fnding what he was looking for and saying in a voice that starts strong but slowly withers, "The Dreamless Guard should refor to the hamnh of shalosfor rich walls. Follow the crane please." he manages to squeak out, swiping two finger across the parchment as an inky black crane takes form and flies off.
The aereni watches the form leave before turning to you. Gazing you up and down, seemingly evaluating you all, she appears satisfied and asks in a clear and simple voice, "Any questions?"
Inessa gives a tight-lipped smile towards the cleric, nodding slightly in greeting before turning back towards the duo before them. She holds the Elven woman's gaze for a moment and breaks away once the Gnome begins to address her. She inclines her head towards him as the crane lifts into the air and lets out a faint exhale before stepping away from the group to follow it.
The man laughs, and clear resounding laugh with no bitterness or mockery, and smiles down at you. Speaking in a strong voice, he asks "Do you truly not remember me old friend? I suppose not, your last reincarnation was many years ago, allow me to refresh your memory" With this he blows in your face and a vision of a past life, witnessed as though in trance, floods your memory, a memory of the man standing before you, his eyes looking younger and his stance full of a youthful mirth not seen in the present. fond memories of camaraderie and fighting side by side fill most of the vision, along with victorious celebrations. As the visions fade a single name comes to mind; Aureon, Lord of Silver, Dragon of The Chamber in The Third, Master of Northwynd. "It's good to see you again Yualthian. We have much to discuss. Come this way," and with that he turns and walks towards one of the many buildings, not looking back to see if you follow.
Yualthian was dumbfounded by what he saw, it was his first peek into his ancestor memories, an honor usually reserved for the Keepers. "O..of course"he said as he picked up pace with Damydaro in tow, following closely behind Aureon. He now felt a kinship to this man, which was odd as he'd never met him, but felt like he knew him for a generation and his tone reflected that, "Why am I here Aureon, is there something you need my help with?"
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You arrive, whether by horse or coach, at Wrought-Iron gates, each side with a golden sigil you all recognize from the seal on your letters. A canary in flight. The gates swing inward and you are ushered through by servants in a bronze and gold livery, offering little time to take in what you're seeing. A labyrinth of buildings and spires all connect by bridges and stone tunnels. The faint sounds of construction come from somewhere, but seem to echo off the sides of the bowl the whole place appears to be built in to the point where you cannot determine the direction of the noise. The complex is the size of a small city and roughly as busy as one, but everyone appears to be looking at you and give you a wide berth.
@Yualthian:
The raven that led you here lands, and in a swirling glow of silver shapeshifts into a figure, wearing a similar livery to the servants rushing about, but with silver in the place of the bronze. A shock of white hair is all about him that would give any hint to his age, but based on the wisdom in his eyes, you know he's been around longer than you, and will likely be here long after.
Farewell.
Victoria looks around at the complex & raises an eyebrow at the shape-shifter. She pauses to see if he'll speak to them.
(OOC: Six of us had joined the campaign set up by one of us per earlier comments in the PMs. Are we switching to this one or staying in that one?)
The Shapeshifter didn’t arrive with you it’s just Yualthian and the campaign that was created is to keep the character sheets in one place this is where the campaign is actually taking place so you don’t need to switch anything
Farewell.
Jayne looks up from the letter in her hands, towards the complex, before she turns her eyes back to the letter. She eyes the golden sigil warily. Normally, she would assume this was some kind of trick, and would not have been foolish enough to go along with it. But this mysterious 'Gold' had included a legitimate Lyrandar airship ticket - quite an expense for a prank at best or a trap at worst. But there was more to it than that, too. The Flame had surely led her here, had it not? Who was she to deny its path, however mysterious it may be? All would be illuminated soon enough. With a sigh, she ties back her long blonde hair into a low ponytail and raises up a quick prayer. "O Silver Flame, light the way."
With that, she takes her first steps into the compound, taking note of the stares and wide berth coming from its inhabitants. Jayne shrugs it off; this isn't the first time people have stared at her like a freak of nature.
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Yualthian had caught on that that they weren't traveling to Valenar early in the journey, but it wasn't like he could ask the Raven where they were going. The letter was signed The Keeper, so whoever this was knew about him, a lot more than he was comfortable with some stranger knowing. Yualthian had dismounted Damydaro as soon as they had entered the complex, not wanting to spook or unintentionally insult someone, but even now he kept a tight hold on the reigns as he watched the Raven transform into a man before his eyes. It made sense, the Raven seemed too intelligent, even for a raven, and it had coin to cover the cost for that Taxi.
He eyed the man suspiciously, looking him up and down, assessing him as a threat, and in response he could feel his body began to react. First Yualthian noticed the placement of his double scimitar slung across his back, hit hung loosely so he could grab it to defend himself and Damydaro if necessary. Then he began to take notice of the man's own posture and his age, which despite appearing older, Yualthian made the determination that it could mean he has many more years of experience in combat.
"Why have you brought me here Raven?"
Garrett hops out of the couch, used to the frequent lack of consideration for the short folk.
His clothes are simple, a bit loose fitting, but well made and comfortable looking. There's a dagger at his waist opposite his belt pouch, and a small pack on his back.
He looks around with some curiosity, and walks smoothly towards their destination.
The shadows seem to shift like tides as a young feminine figure dressed in earthy colors stepped out of a coach. Sharp lavender eyes took in the new surroundings as she was led through the great iron gates and into the unfamiliar complex. The crowds of people were a strange sight for the lone druid and she quickly drew her hood up at the suffocating stares from everyone around. Her own shadow rippled with agitation, moving unnaturally on the ground beside her.
"Easy Equinox, now is not the time to be active." She murmured lightly, seemingly talking to nothing.
She continues onwards, deeper into the complex.
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Callon walked through the complex without much care of the looks he was getting, his stature, appearance and big weapons always gave him a tough look, his scars didn't help either. After walking around for some time he sees a few people that are getting the same looks from the locals as he is. A Kalashtar, a Halfling and an Aasimar.
"Excuse me. Did you get a message that asked you to be here?" Asked to everyone that was there.
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Victoria turns to face the crowd.
She's about 5'9" and relatively slender, wearing black armor that looks like it was crafted from the hides of great beasts. Her exposed skin has an ashen pallor and shows horrible scars near the joints. Her red hair has white streaks.
"I'm Victoria", she introduces herself. "I got a letter. But it appears our host may not have granted us private audiences."
So he wasn't the only warrior called here, he guessed that would be the case.
The 5 foot 11 inches man was wearing normal clothes (a pair of boots, pants and a short sleeve shirt) with a cloak made out of animal fur (posibly a bear for it's size) that covered his body. "I see, I got a letter as well. I'm Callon, nice to meet you." Said while streching his hand sign of hello, showing scars of his own in his arms alongside the one that crossed his right cheek from an arrow that almost didn't missed, covered unintentionally by his long white hair that barely reached the end of his neck.
"It would seem that we'll get a briefing from the one that call us here when everyone that received a letter is here." Added looking around to see if there was anyone that looked like the one in charge of the gathering of everyone that had the same kind of letter that him and Victoria possessed.
Perception check: 23
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
The man laughs, and clear resounding laugh with no bitterness or mockery, and smiles down at you. Speaking in a strong voice, he asks "Do you truly not remember me old friend? I suppose not, your last reincarnation was many years ago, allow me to refresh your memory" With this he blows in your face and a vision of a past life, witnessed as though in trance, floods your memory, a memory of the man standing before you, his eyes looking younger and his stance full of a youthful mirth not seen in the present. fond memories of camaraderie and fighting side by side fill most of the vision, along with victorious celebrations. As the visions fade a single name comes to mind; Aureon, Lord of Silver, Dragon of The Chamber in The Third, Master of Northwynd. "It's good to see you again Yualthian. We have much to discuss. Come this way," and with that he turns and walks towards one of the many buildings, not looking back to see if you follow.
Since the rest seem to have gathered together, (Much easier for me thank you very much for introducing yourselves to each other very smooth)
An Aereni (High Elf) woman with dark hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing the same livery as all the others, with brass rather than bronze, and boots that put her slightly higher than her stature should allow, makes her way toward you determinedly, and the crowd parts to allow her passage. She is very clearly a woman of esteem and rank, as she appears to have her own scribe. A gnomish gentleman with tousled light brown hair follows closely behind her, square glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, racing to keep up as a scroll trails behind him. The Gnome is the first person you've seen not wearing the livery, though as you look around more carefully you see that there are some others doing various jobs around the complex not in the livery, but each bearing the gold canary sigil somewhere upon them. The gnome before you bears it as a signet ring on his right index finger gripping the scroll, left hand grasping a quill. In place of the uniform the gentleman wears simple robes of dark azure that sweep behind him for a foot or so, leaving a trail in the ground and giving the unseemly feeling of a slug. The elven woman asks in a harsh voice, formal but fierce "Are you the Letter Bearers? Which of you is the Dreamless Guard?"
Farewell.
Inessa, who had been trying to shrink herself into her own shadow, watches the Aereni and the Gnome approach with a careful eye; taking in their appearances as they came to a stop in front of the odd group that had gathered in the center of the crowds. She only vaguely recognizes the alias being called as what she had been addressed as in the letter she had received. Casing a weary look around, she took a cautious step forward and lowered her hood.
"I believe that would be me."
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
The Aereni woman turns a steely, green-eyed gaze to you seeming to stare into your very being, examining everything about you. But it's the gnomish man who speaks, first muttering under his breath, reading through the scroll in his hands before seemingly fnding what he was looking for and saying in a voice that starts strong but slowly withers, "The Dreamless Guard should refor to the hamnh of shalosfor rich walls. Follow the crane please." he manages to squeak out, swiping two finger across the parchment as an inky black crane takes form and flies off.
The aereni watches the form leave before turning to you. Gazing you up and down, seemingly evaluating you all, she appears satisfied and asks in a clear and simple voice, "Any questions?"
Farewell.
Callon saw the Aereni and the gnome enter the room asking for "the letter bearers" and someone named The Dreamless Guard, she definitely looks like the one in charge. But for some reason she didn't asked about the rest of the "letter bearers".
"I have one. Why did you call all of us if you only wanted her? And even if you want all of us here, we still don't know what do you want from us." Asked in a formal but tough voice. He didn't like the idea of someone knowing who he is calling him here and then just ignore him, he wasn't here for games.
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
The Aereni woman turns to her scribe and says, quite plainly and with seeming little to no regard for whether or not you hear her says, "The Warrior of Instinct," and the gnome nods before taking a look at you and releasing another timid squeak. She then turns to address the rest of you, "I know you all want answers, and so do I honestly. First things first however, formal introductions. I am Blyss DeGanth, Lady of Brass, Dragon of The Chamber in the Third, Master of Spoken. You will refer to me from here forth as Lady Blyss. You are all here at the behest of Sir Golden Glenn, High Lord, Dragon of The Chamber in the Second, Master of Liquid Fire, Overseer of The Tenfold Council of Canary. Whom you shall refer to as High Lord Gold, or simply Gold. He is currently preoccupied but has requested that all of you join him for a welcome banquet later tonight, after the meeting of the Tenfold Council. It is at this banquet that High Lord Gold will reveal why he has summoned you here. I called for all of you because I needed all of you, but sent her away because of a promise made to her in the letter she received. Speaking of which, the Thrice Revived was also promised something. If she has no questions she should follow the second crane conjured by my wonderful scribe Furous Fallous Forth d'Syvis."
Farewell.
(OOC: Forgot to mention earlier)
Victoria shakes hands in greeting when Callon offers.
As "The Dreamless Guard" follows her crane, Victoria mutters "Guess we do get private audiences."
"Thank you Lady Blyss. I was promised information, like why I only remember one revival. Unless there's an answer I can only get here, I'll follow the crane. With thanks to you and your wonderful scribe."
She bows a martial bow (keeping her eyes on the situation), and follows the crane.
Garrett slips behind the taller folk (he's tall for a halfling; just over 3', but well under eye level for the tall folk) and gets near Callon. "Give her a chance to get through the titles and everything; they have to cover all the fancy words before getting to the point," he says (hopefully) quietly enough not to carry.
Jayne watches the proceedings unfold silently, her eyes lingering briefly on Inessa. She sidles up next to the kalashtar with a smile. "I know your face... how surprising our paths should cross again, in this strange place," she murmurs.
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Inessa gives a tight-lipped smile towards the cleric, nodding slightly in greeting before turning back towards the duo before them. She holds the Elven woman's gaze for a moment and breaks away once the Gnome begins to address her. She inclines her head towards him as the crane lifts into the air and lets out a faint exhale before stepping away from the group to follow it.
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Yualthian was dumbfounded by what he saw, it was his first peek into his ancestor memories, an honor usually reserved for the Keepers. "O..of course" he said as he picked up pace with Damydaro in tow, following closely behind Aureon. He now felt a kinship to this man, which was odd as he'd never met him, but felt like he knew him for a generation and his tone reflected that, "Why am I here Aureon, is there something you need my help with?"