When the voice booms over the crowd, Tyriel looks almost as shocked as the passersby. He draws his bow, glancing around with a look of sheer fury on his face. He looks about ready to murder someone actually.
His eyes dart around, eventually coming to rest on Zakhar, cold anger still burning in his eyes. "Ren-jin," He says, drawing out the syllables as he speaks through his teeth. His wings suddenly manifest, and in a flash he's flown up to Zakhar and grabbed him by the shirt collar (flying cause he's so embarrassingly short at the moment) and hovers in front of Zakhar staring him right in the eyes.
"You aren't my brother. A disguise like this isn't his style so you can't be him. But he is with you isn't he. You cast that spell," he growls, eyeing his surroundings again as if positive his mysterious brother is out there somewhere. "I know that accursed voice anywhere."
He is utterly engrossed in this rather random conversation, etherial feathers bristling as he interrogates his current companion. He barely gives anyone else the time of day as they talk about moving on.
When the woman congratulates him and places the stone in his hand, Zakhar remains so stunned that he can't even respond to her words...or refuse the item she'd given him. Once he realizes he has the thing, he looks at it, then back at the woman who is currently leaving, then back at the stone, then at Halila when she makes a comment. His mouth opens and closes a few times, "It..wasn't...I didn't."
At that movement, Tyriel flies up and gets in is face. He stares at the angry child for a moment, as the voice laughs manically, before shaking his head. "I-I don't know what your talking about. It's never mentioned..." He cuts off that statement as he doesn't nearly outs himself as a madman, "I don't know your brother, and I didn't cast that spell....well I didn't mean to cast it." His shock fades to anger, "I don't always have complete control over my magic alright! And before you ask anymore, no I don't want to talk about it."
He spins with such force that his green cloak nearly smacks the still hovering Tyriel. Their companions had already started leaving, no reason to keep everyone waiting. He stalks behind them fuming, though most of the anger is channeled inward.
"Why the heck would you do that?"He yells at the voice mentally. "Never mind don't bother answering."
"That kid is a curious one isn't he hahaha."
"Just shut up."
As he walks, the anger swiftly shifts to weariness. Gods he's tired of this. Will he ever be free of that infernal voice.
"Maybe when you die."
Zakhar grits his teeth. Then he shakes his head and asks whoever is nearest to him. "What are we doing again? Oh right the Hall. I'll, just...let you all do the talking for a bit."He doesn't make eye contact with anyone.
As you all make your way inside, Parisa waits just outside for you all, and inside is a bustling atrium with dozens of more job boards, banners for all manner of things, from faction recruitments, to city excursions and the like. In the center though is a large obelisk, on which is listed nearly every major city service and office and the appropriate contact for that service or office. There is also a suggested "donation" amount next to the names as well. A couple of stern looking goliaths stand on guard by it, now and then barking at people who begin touching any one of the many, polished-to-sparkling surfaces in the area, lest they ire of Chief Bordon Mok, who apparently is in charge of the Hall of Information.
Halila spends a moment looking around, trying to make sense of this place. She really would have liked to have had some information from Parisa as to how to go about things here. But she didn't respond and didn't join them inside. With a sigh, she decides to walk up to the obelisk in the center. She tries to make sense of it and see if maybe there is something that would provide answers to how they ended up here. (Investigation: 18)
Checking things out inside, it is a quiet chaos as people look for assistance and meet up with others, tour guides and promoters flash signs and try to get anyone's attention they can. The two guards near the obelisk keep a wary eye out but seem pretty content as long as no one is scuffing up the floors and stuff. Scanning the obelisk though she can see a prominent listing for the "Hall of Records - For file property deeds, issue birth and death certificates, and financial records".
Esta stood, her eyes wide with wonder, as she took in the sheer magnitude of the building before her. The structure was not only immense but also breathtakingly beautiful, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the bustling towns and cities where she felt most at home. The intricate carvings and shimmering surfaces seemed to whisper secrets of a bygone era. Her keen senses quickly picked up on the presence of the bashers standing guard, their stern faces and imposing stances a clear warning to stay clear. “Best to avoid those,” she muttered under her breath, her street-smart instincts kicking in.
Tilting her head back, she marveled at the obelisk that dominated the interior of the grand hall. It soared towards the ceiling, its polished surface reflecting the ambient light in a dazzling display. Instead of ancient runes or symbols, the obelisk was covered with neatly arranged postings for local services and their suggested “donations.”
“Wowww, look at the size of that thing! Bet that cost a fortune, huh…” she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity.
With a determined stride, she followed Halila towards the obelisk, her eyes scanning the obelisk briefly whilst also observing the area around her.
Zakhar glances around the vast building, he's extremely relieved that no one...aside from Tyriel seemed to address what happened outside. Though that doesn't take away the irritation. He'd gone for so long without having an incident like that. He shakes his head, he'll just have to be more alert.
"Check the death certificates."The voice says suddenly.
"What?" Zakhar says suddenly, the voice catching him off guard. Then he frowns, he'd just said he'd need to be more careful. "Why?" He thinks.
"We just came out of a morgue didn't we?"
Zakhar sighs, it has a point.
"Lets go this way." Zakhar says to the group as he starts walking in the direction indicated by the obelisk. "And your right Esta, let's not interact with those guys."
"Where to then?" Halila asks as Zakhar seems to indicate they head off from this place. "Towards the Hall of Records?" she guesses, based on the direction and what she just read. In her mind she tries to puzzle out what sort of help that might be. 'I've got no property, don't know anyone that's been born or died, and doubt I've got financial records.' She looks at Zakhar. "What sort of information are you looking for there? You have bank accounts or something?"
The conversation though does remind her about what Esta had said earlier. She looks over at her. "Didn't you say there were others with you that died back there? Is that what you're looking for that Hall? Though it seems unlikely if they just died that the information would already be on file over here."
Sizzle becomes agitated... or maybe more agitated after seeing the directory. With a grumble he stomps towards the donation box and places a gold coin inside while staring hard at one of the guards. "Hey YOU! Where would i find information about strange science type stuff! Like... people getting killed and then teleported and resurrected here in Sigil? Seemingly random people arriving at Sigil with no memories of how we got here? Anyplace have information on anything like that?" He grumbles as he looks up towards the gaurds with his hands on his hips.
The guards barely take notice of Sizzle for a moment, before one turns their head slightly. "Death records are kept either in the Mortuary or in the Hall of Records."They suddenly turn away as a goblin begins streaking through the area covered in grime and cackling with glee about something, and run off to take care of the issue and clean up as quickly as possible.
"I just... Well.... we did just come out of a morgue."He says to Halila, "None of us know how we got there, but I just wanted to check the death certificates." He glances back when Sizzle blatantly tells the guards what they are looking for. They proceed to direct him to the same place the signs were already pointing.
He frowns as a grime covered goblin rushed through the area. The guard part of him tells him to go after the fellow, but the other half tells him it's not his job right now.
Tyriel hovers in place for a moment after deftly dodging Zakhar's cloak. He stares daggers after the man for a moment, but then his expression softens to one of pity. He shakes his head before following after the group.
He looks around the hall with a critical eye, keeping his wings activated for their pitifully short duration in an attempt to stay at what he remembers as his 'real' height for as long as possible. He eyes the cackling goblin critically, wondering what could the fellow have possibly been doing.
"Yes,"he says firmly. "Let's get going." If no one else starts moving, he'll be the first to head towards the hall of records.
Esta glances at Zakhar’s response, a subtle nod of agreement passing between them. As they weave through the bustling throng, the cacophony of the atrium envelops them. Her eyes flicker back, catching sight of the guards in hot pursuit of a streaking goblin. What a peculiar creature… she muses, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
Seizing the moment, Esta’s gaze sharpens, scanning the chaotic scene. The guards’ distraction provides a perfect cover. She assesses the area, noting the pockets of shadow and the ebb and flow of the crowd. Her keen eyes search for anything of value, something that might be worth her time to… acquire.
Her keen eyes search for anything of value, something that might be worth her time to… acquire.
Perception Check: 14
There isn't a lot that is valuable around here, in terms of tokens and trinkets. There are lots of pockets around though from the numerous persons going about, but it appears that other than a couple of tour guides and faction representatives and the like, this isn't a spot for valuable items.
Parisa clops about happily as you come back out and begins leading the charge off to the Hall of Records. "It used to be a college you know, once upon a time as they say. But the Fated took over and now it is the Hall of Records! There used to be seven towers as part of the campus, but the Fated sealed off the library tower for their own uses I think, so now there's six! But we'll go in the front one. And if you feel like traveling to an outer plane, you can find the portal to Ysgard inside the Hall of Records as well!"Parisa chirps away as you head over, before finding yourselves standing in front of several stately towers with a couple of rather dapper dressed giants on guard out front.
Inside the Hall, reaching nearly to the door, is the queue line to speak with one of the Fated agents. There are a few lines to choose from, each ending with an extravagantly dressed agent, a human lady with mocha skin and long braided black hair, a minotaur male with jewelry decorating his horns, and a goblin of some kind dripping with enough ostentatious garb to make anyone but a goblin sick. All three though also sport a small hourglass filled with golden sand hanging down on their chest.
"What exactly is Ysgard?" Halila asks Parisa as they walk. "And why would there be a portal for that inside the Hall of Records?" She does want to figure out what happened to her - how she got here. The more time she's had to think it about though, she really had no reason to get back to Keraveza. So maybe she could find somewhere new!
Sizzle's eyes flare when the goblins tear through making a mess. "Hey! Quit acting like animals! You're giving us a bad name you bunch of idiots!" The goblin yells as he pulls the large blacksmithing hammer from his belt and shakes it threateningly towards to hoodlums. Although being frustrated by the sceen caused by the goblins... he is almost equally frustrated by the response from the guards. The goblins green faces turns red slightly as he struggles to grunt out a quick "Thank you."
Following his companions to the hall of records, he smiles wide at the sight of the well-to-do goblin. Making his way towards his fellow green-skin, He straightens his mowhawk and gives his best smile. "Hello Sir. I am sure someone as smart and important as yourself will have no problem helping me and my friends ... You see none of us know how we got here. We woke up in a morgue and are trying to figure out what's going on. My name is Sizzle Kaboom and I don't remember dying and I have no idea how I got to Sigil. Do you have any information that might help us to figure out what's going on?"
The goblin quickly points back. "You have to stand in line like everyone else." He then turns back to the devil in front of him with a stack of papers they are sorting through.
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When the voice booms over the crowd, Tyriel looks almost as shocked as the passersby. He draws his bow, glancing around with a look of sheer fury on his face. He looks about ready to murder someone actually.
His eyes dart around, eventually coming to rest on Zakhar, cold anger still burning in his eyes. "Ren-jin," He says, drawing out the syllables as he speaks through his teeth. His wings suddenly manifest, and in a flash he's flown up to Zakhar and grabbed him by the shirt collar (flying cause he's so embarrassingly short at the moment) and hovers in front of Zakhar staring him right in the eyes.
"You aren't my brother. A disguise like this isn't his style so you can't be him. But he is with you isn't he. You cast that spell," he growls, eyeing his surroundings again as if positive his mysterious brother is out there somewhere. "I know that accursed voice anywhere."
He is utterly engrossed in this rather random conversation, etherial feathers bristling as he interrogates his current companion. He barely gives anyone else the time of day as they talk about moving on.
When the woman congratulates him and places the stone in his hand, Zakhar remains so stunned that he can't even respond to her words...or refuse the item she'd given him. Once he realizes he has the thing, he looks at it, then back at the woman who is currently leaving, then back at the stone, then at Halila when she makes a comment. His mouth opens and closes a few times, "It..wasn't...I didn't."
At that movement, Tyriel flies up and gets in is face. He stares at the angry child for a moment, as the voice laughs manically, before shaking his head. "I-I don't know what your talking about. It's never mentioned..." He cuts off that statement as he doesn't nearly outs himself as a madman, "I don't know your brother, and I didn't cast that spell....well I didn't mean to cast it." His shock fades to anger, "I don't always have complete control over my magic alright! And before you ask anymore, no I don't want to talk about it."
He spins with such force that his green cloak nearly smacks the still hovering Tyriel. Their companions had already started leaving, no reason to keep everyone waiting. He stalks behind them fuming, though most of the anger is channeled inward.
"Why the heck would you do that?" He yells at the voice mentally. "Never mind don't bother answering."
"That kid is a curious one isn't he hahaha."
"Just shut up."
As he walks, the anger swiftly shifts to weariness. Gods he's tired of this. Will he ever be free of that infernal voice.
"Maybe when you die."
Zakhar grits his teeth. Then he shakes his head and asks whoever is nearest to him. "What are we doing again? Oh right the Hall. I'll, just...let you all do the talking for a bit." He doesn't make eye contact with anyone.
As you all make your way inside, Parisa waits just outside for you all, and inside is a bustling atrium with dozens of more job boards, banners for all manner of things, from faction recruitments, to city excursions and the like. In the center though is a large obelisk, on which is listed nearly every major city service and office and the appropriate contact for that service or office. There is also a suggested "donation" amount next to the names as well. A couple of stern looking goliaths stand on guard by it, now and then barking at people who begin touching any one of the many, polished-to-sparkling surfaces in the area, lest they ire of Chief Bordon Mok, who apparently is in charge of the Hall of Information.
Halila spends a moment looking around, trying to make sense of this place. She really would have liked to have had some information from Parisa as to how to go about things here. But she didn't respond and didn't join them inside. With a sigh, she decides to walk up to the obelisk in the center. She tries to make sense of it and see if maybe there is something that would provide answers to how they ended up here. (Investigation: 18)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue
Checking things out inside, it is a quiet chaos as people look for assistance and meet up with others, tour guides and promoters flash signs and try to get anyone's attention they can. The two guards near the obelisk keep a wary eye out but seem pretty content as long as no one is scuffing up the floors and stuff. Scanning the obelisk though she can see a prominent listing for the "Hall of Records - For file property deeds, issue birth and death certificates, and financial records".
Esta stood, her eyes wide with wonder, as she took in the sheer magnitude of the building before her. The structure was not only immense but also breathtakingly beautiful, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the bustling towns and cities where she felt most at home. The intricate carvings and shimmering surfaces seemed to whisper secrets of a bygone era. Her keen senses quickly picked up on the presence of the bashers standing guard, their stern faces and imposing stances a clear warning to stay clear. “Best to avoid those,” she muttered under her breath, her street-smart instincts kicking in.
Tilting her head back, she marveled at the obelisk that dominated the interior of the grand hall. It soared towards the ceiling, its polished surface reflecting the ambient light in a dazzling display. Instead of ancient runes or symbols, the obelisk was covered with neatly arranged postings for local services and their suggested “donations.”
“Wowww, look at the size of that thing! Bet that cost a fortune, huh…” she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity.
With a determined stride, she followed Halila towards the obelisk, her eyes scanning the obelisk briefly whilst also observing the area around her.
Zakhar glances around the vast building, he's extremely relieved that no one...aside from Tyriel seemed to address what happened outside. Though that doesn't take away the irritation. He'd gone for so long without having an incident like that. He shakes his head, he'll just have to be more alert.
"Check the death certificates." The voice says suddenly.
"What?" Zakhar says suddenly, the voice catching him off guard. Then he frowns, he'd just said he'd need to be more careful. "Why?" He thinks.
"We just came out of a morgue didn't we?"
Zakhar sighs, it has a point.
"Lets go this way." Zakhar says to the group as he starts walking in the direction indicated by the obelisk. "And your right Esta, let's not interact with those guys."
"Where to then?" Halila asks as Zakhar seems to indicate they head off from this place. "Towards the Hall of Records?" she guesses, based on the direction and what she just read. In her mind she tries to puzzle out what sort of help that might be. 'I've got no property, don't know anyone that's been born or died, and doubt I've got financial records.' She looks at Zakhar. "What sort of information are you looking for there? You have bank accounts or something?"
The conversation though does remind her about what Esta had said earlier. She looks over at her. "Didn't you say there were others with you that died back there? Is that what you're looking for that Hall? Though it seems unlikely if they just died that the information would already be on file over here."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue
Sizzle becomes agitated... or maybe more agitated after seeing the directory. With a grumble he stomps towards the donation box and places a gold coin inside while staring hard at one of the guards. "Hey YOU! Where would i find information about strange science type stuff! Like... people getting killed and then teleported and resurrected here in Sigil? Seemingly random people arriving at Sigil with no memories of how we got here? Anyplace have information on anything like that?" He grumbles as he looks up towards the gaurds with his hands on his hips.
The guards barely take notice of Sizzle for a moment, before one turns their head slightly. "Death records are kept either in the Mortuary or in the Hall of Records." They suddenly turn away as a goblin begins streaking through the area covered in grime and cackling with glee about something, and run off to take care of the issue and clean up as quickly as possible.
"I just... Well.... we did just come out of a morgue." He says to Halila, "None of us know how we got there, but I just wanted to check the death certificates." He glances back when Sizzle blatantly tells the guards what they are looking for. They proceed to direct him to the same place the signs were already pointing.
He frowns as a grime covered goblin rushed through the area. The guard part of him tells him to go after the fellow, but the other half tells him it's not his job right now.
Halila nods to Zakhar. "Yea, I suppose. No harm in checking death records then. Let's get going."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue
Tyriel hovers in place for a moment after deftly dodging Zakhar's cloak. He stares daggers after the man for a moment, but then his expression softens to one of pity. He shakes his head before following after the group.
He looks around the hall with a critical eye, keeping his wings activated for their pitifully short duration in an attempt to stay at what he remembers as his 'real' height for as long as possible. He eyes the cackling goblin critically, wondering what could the fellow have possibly been doing.
"Yes," he says firmly. "Let's get going." If no one else starts moving, he'll be the first to head towards the hall of records.
Esta glances at Zakhar’s response, a subtle nod of agreement passing between them. As they weave through the bustling throng, the cacophony of the atrium envelops them. Her eyes flicker back, catching sight of the guards in hot pursuit of a streaking goblin. What a peculiar creature… she muses, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
Seizing the moment, Esta’s gaze sharpens, scanning the chaotic scene. The guards’ distraction provides a perfect cover. She assesses the area, noting the pockets of shadow and the ebb and flow of the crowd. Her keen eyes search for anything of value, something that might be worth her time to… acquire.
Perception Check: 14
There isn't a lot that is valuable around here, in terms of tokens and trinkets. There are lots of pockets around though from the numerous persons going about, but it appears that other than a couple of tour guides and faction representatives and the like, this isn't a spot for valuable items.
Parisa clops about happily as you come back out and begins leading the charge off to the Hall of Records. "It used to be a college you know, once upon a time as they say. But the Fated took over and now it is the Hall of Records! There used to be seven towers as part of the campus, but the Fated sealed off the library tower for their own uses I think, so now there's six! But we'll go in the front one. And if you feel like traveling to an outer plane, you can find the portal to Ysgard inside the Hall of Records as well!" Parisa chirps away as you head over, before finding yourselves standing in front of several stately towers with a couple of rather dapper dressed giants on guard out front.
Inside the Hall, reaching nearly to the door, is the queue line to speak with one of the Fated agents. There are a few lines to choose from, each ending with an extravagantly dressed agent, a human lady with mocha skin and long braided black hair, a minotaur male with jewelry decorating his horns, and a goblin of some kind dripping with enough ostentatious garb to make anyone but a goblin sick. All three though also sport a small hourglass filled with golden sand hanging down on their chest.
"What exactly is Ysgard?" Halila asks Parisa as they walk. "And why would there be a portal for that inside the Hall of Records?" She does want to figure out what happened to her - how she got here. The more time she's had to think it about though, she really had no reason to get back to Keraveza. So maybe she could find somewhere new!
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi ||
Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue
(Does Zakhar know what Ysgard is?)
(Anyone can make a History check for Ysgard! :) Zakhar can make it at advantage.)
Sizzle's eyes flare when the goblins tear through making a mess. "Hey! Quit acting like animals! You're giving us a bad name you bunch of idiots!" The goblin yells as he pulls the large blacksmithing hammer from his belt and shakes it threateningly towards to hoodlums. Although being frustrated by the sceen caused by the goblins... he is almost equally frustrated by the response from the guards. The goblins green faces turns red slightly as he struggles to grunt out a quick "Thank you."
Following his companions to the hall of records, he smiles wide at the sight of the well-to-do goblin. Making his way towards his fellow green-skin, He straightens his mowhawk and gives his best smile. "Hello Sir. I am sure someone as smart and important as yourself will have no problem helping me and my friends ... You see none of us know how we got here. We woke up in a morgue and are trying to figure out what's going on. My name is Sizzle Kaboom and I don't remember dying and I have no idea how I got to Sigil. Do you have any information that might help us to figure out what's going on?"
The goblin quickly points back. "You have to stand in line like everyone else." He then turns back to the devil in front of him with a stack of papers they are sorting through.