Swift looks at the smile on Willow’s face and wonders if it because of the conversation and encouragement for willow to include her own actions in her journal or whether the smile is for some secret thought that has occurred to Willow during the interruption. Either way, Swift feels that Willow is more relaxed after being interrupted.
Swift smiles at the idea of some writing a self-help journal that others might use. She wonders how such a tome might be published and distributed in Faerun….
Swift replies… “My name is Swiftarrow, and these are my companions on this part of our journey… Virran… “ and she gestures to the half orc,… “Naivara… “ gesturing to the elf… “Stig…” gesturing to the blue dwarf… “and Willow” gesturing to Willow who appears to still be writing furiously in her journal”
Swift surreptitiously studies the crew who are guiding them as they proceed on their way. (OOC … what does Swift note about them… elven? Human? Other… light dark, scars and other attributes and features..)
She ponders upon the meeting with these people. We’re they just stationed ar Sundabar gate on the presumption that travellers would be arriving and needed to be vetted? Were they waiting specifically for our arrival (certainly hinted at by the reference to having passed some on our way. Presumably those we passed have returned. What stories did they tell ifbour meeting) (OOC I really must go back to keeping a record of our activities… everyone met and what we did. I don’t remember if we helped some silver knights as we journeyed or if we merely passed them on the road) …
Had the only survivor of the “frog” attack regaled stories of horrors he perceived we had committed when searching the bodies of the slain undead?
Swift is startled out of her cogitations by Valhein’s words about Silverguard Isle and his peremptory disappearance.
She turns towards Ortos and attempts to engage him (her?) in conversation. “Valhein noted that we are the Shadow Guard. What have you heard about us?”
Swift replies… “My name is Swiftarrow, and these are my companions on this part of our journey… Virran… “ and she gestures to the half orc,… “Naivara… “ gesturing to the elf… “Stig…” gesturing to the blue dwarf… “and Willow” gesturing to Willow who appears to still be writing furiously in her journal”
Swift surreptitiously studies the crew who are guiding them as they proceed on their way. (OOC … what does Swift note about them… elven? Human? Other… light dark, scars and other attributes and features..)
Fesscha stands at about 160 cm and carries herself with the grace natural to half-elves. Her hair, long and black, has streaks of silver running up to where it is pulled back and tied with golden-yellow clips. The silver, you gather from her appearance, is not to do with her age. Where Valhein carries a sword, Fesscha rolls an orb between her fingers; occasional flickers of light flashing with the glass. Thankfully, she also carries herself with a friendly, if reserved, demeanour. Albeit one ready to act in an instant if needed.
On the other hand, Ortos is distinctly attractive for someone the size of a young child... if you were into halflings, you might even think twice. Still, you can admit that his looks are a gift of the gods and admire his shy and timid stance where others might flaunt their beauty. Wavy blonde hair and a matching beard add to his look, but it's his eyes - hazel and striking - that take you all in with a very keen intelligence.
(OOC - Silver Knights)
You made brief meeting with the Silver Knights as they arrived at Hawks Rest, having just cleared the road to Silverymoon via magical means. The interaction was friendly, but very limited - more an acknowledgement in passing than anything more grand.
She turns towards Ortos and attempts to engage him (her?) in conversation. “Valhein noted that we are the Shadow Guard. What have you heard about us?”
It's Fesscha that responds, leaving Ortos to lean casually against his shortened staff.
"Rumours and words have floated in recently. While the name seems to have changed somewhat, the description seems to hold. A red half-orc, blue dwarf and three female companions of equal notoriety... That is a grouping hard to mistake. We did meet a farmer a day or two prior - with another companion of yours? - he seemed highly agitated and incoherent for the most part and needed to be calmed. In the end, magical sleep was necessary. I do not think his faculties will return... and I can't say I blame him after what your friend mentioned." Fesscha looks to Ortos and gives a gentle nod. "We understand what the wilderness can throw at travellers, yet the Shadow Guard is a little enigmatic, if you'll excuse our honesty. On one hand, the rumours of your deeds are well sung by people who don't easily give it... you're quite renowned in those circles... but then there are tales not so flattering. Might acts of justice interwoven with sporadic claims of... questionable decisions."
Ortos chimes in here, studying you well. "I happened to overhear a couple of jokes just last night. What were they..." he runs a hand through his blonde beard. "What is the difference between the Shadow Guard and undertakers? Nothing, they both shove bodies into tight spaces!" He chuckles quietly, as does Fesscha, who then adds, "So a blue dwarf and a red half-orc walk into a bar... The barkeep points to a corner and says: '..."
...Valheim and another figure, presumably Sernious Alathar, appear and Fesscha instantly returns to her original stance.
"Well, they do certainly fit the description, don't they, Valheim?" He casts a look over each of you, eyes holding a moment longer on both Ortos and Fesscha who seem to be struggling to contain their laughter.
QUOTE… “We did meet a farmer a day or two prior - with another companion of yours? - he seemed highly agitated and incoherent for the most part and needed to be calmed. In the end, magical sleep was necessary. I do not think his faculties will return... and I can't say I blame him after what your friend mentioned." Fesscha looks to Ortos and gives a gentle nod. "We understand what the wilderness can throw at travellers,… “
Swift replies… “it was more than craziness from the wilderness. The creature that attacked his group was more formidable than the usual wilderness creatures one might meet around these parts. To lose all your companions AND have them revitalise as undead would be a horrifying experience. Especially coming on top of the waves if undead they were fleeing from.
QUOTE: … “I happened to overhear a couple of jokes just last night. What were they..." he runs a hand through his blonde beard. "What is the difference between the Shadow Guard and undertakers? Nothing, they both shove bodies into tight spaces!" He chuckles quietly, as does Fesscha
Swift starts to laugh at the punchline… “Yes, quite” she says through the laughter. “That was certainly one of our more questionable decisions. The unfortunate souls we whose corpses we were carrying were caught up in an act that offended us. We were trying to get to Mirabar to have them resurrected (or something similar). We worried about the effect us carrying dead into Mirabar would have… would they even let us in! We hadn’t counted on their surveillance.
Luckily, they still let us in and we were able to repay the citiy’s generosity in taking us in by rescuing the town leader’s daughter snd destroying a monster who would was preparing to take over the city.”
Swift is somewhat disappointed at Valhein’s return. Curious to know the punchline to Fesscha’s joke, she resolves to follow up should the opportunity arise. If not, she will keep her ear open for other jokes when she is out and about. Surely the taverns will still be sharing the jokes.
She wonders how the news has travelled so quickly from Mirabar to Silverymoon, considering their circuitous journey.
QUOTE:… “Well, they do certainly fit the description, don't they, Valheim?" He casts a look over each of you, “
Swift wonders if the description is more than their general physical appearance… blue dwarf, red orc, mixed party of adventurers of whose origins would not normally travel together… let alone work together as a team of adventurers. Hopefully, the meeting now, or in the future, will expand on the “description”.
Swift looks to Naivara, hoping she will respond to Sernious.
I look Ortos dead in the eye as his joke begins to fade. “Hilarious. Laughing at the expense of those that are putting their lives on the line to save the lives of others. Some have little else to entertain them, I would guess. My father used to say ‘To make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.’ We have learned many lessons on our journey.. all of us almost seeing death yesterday in the face of a Lich. Just like the brave, yet desperate, people of Galgarad, we are weary. Would you please allow us to share with you the news of the situation in Galgarad so that you might make a move to assist these people...?”
Upon hearing silence fall upon the small crowd, I recount our experience of Galgarad in as much detail as I can, allowing others to add their own ideas. I ensure to portray my contempt at the situation and the children of Malice, as well as Rallax. We pass on the messages from Zeph and describe the assistance that is required to help the brave people who remained, as a matter of urgency. I listen to the replies of Sernius and answer any questions I can.
I continue... “Now, if you all don’t mind, I require some private time with my deity, Aerdrie. I urgently need to take a short sabbatical in a temple dedicated to her so that I can meditate on some of my recent decisions and find my path forward. I wish to stay in the presence of those whom are dedicated to Aerdrie so that I may not be distracted. I will meet you for dinner at the Golden Oak in five days time. I do intend to leave my quarters to seek out the Lord’s Alliance and run a couple of small errands, when my faith allows, but for the most part I will be in meditation and should only be disturbed during a matter of extreme urgency.”
I turn and leave, knowing my faith will lead the way to my temple.
I look Ortos dead in the eye as his joke begins to fade. “Hilarious. Laughing at the expense of those that are putting their lives on the line to save the lives of others. Some have little else to entertain them, I would guess. My father used to say ‘To make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.’ We have learned many lessons on our journey.. all of us almost seeing death yesterday in the face of a Lich. Just like the brave, yet desperate, people of Galgarad, we are weary. Would you please allow us to share with you the news of the situation in Galgarad so that you might make a move to assist these people...?”
Upon hearing silence fall upon the small crowd, I recount our experience of Galgarad in as much detail as I can, allowing others to add their own ideas. I ensure to portray my contempt at the situation and the children of Malice, as well as Rallax. We pass on the messages from Zeph and describe the assistance that is required to help the brave people who remained, as a matter of urgency. I listen to the replies of Sernius and answer any questions I can.
I continue... “Now, if you all don’t mind, I require some private time with my deity, Aerdrie. I urgently need to take a short sabbatical in a temple dedicated to her so that I can meditate on some of my recent decisions and find my path forward. I wish to stay in the presence of those whom are dedicated to Aerdrie so that I may not be distracted. I will meet you for dinner at the Golden Oak in five days time. I do intend to leave my quarters to seek out the Lord’s Alliance and run a couple of small errands, when my faith allows, but for the most part I will be in meditation and should only be disturbed during a matter of extreme urgency.”
I turn and leave, knowing my faith will lead the way to my temple.
As Naivara stalks off in what appears to be high dudgeon, Swift turns and looks at Fesscha and Ortos. Swift catches their eyes and says “hmph…High elves! Always so serious.
Pay no attention to her lack of humour. Her account is accurate, but she doesn’t see the irony of the silly things we’ve done alongside the feats we have achieved.”
Swift turns to Sernious and says: “The folk who remain in Galgarad need urgent assistance, as Naivara has said. They are worn down from the continual fighting they have recently had to do. They’ve had to fight friends and relatives who have become undead which would cause terrible anguish. They thought the night we arrived would be their last. They are very low on food. Please send supplies so they can eat and support so they can rest now after this hardship.
*i* will be glad of a bath, a meal and a good nights sleep. Perhaps Fesscha or Ortos could guide us to the inn you mentioned earlier, Valhein…”
Valheim and Sernious share a look as the senior mutters quietly "Adventurers..." Then more loudly, before Naivara can depart, "Zef Beltune is well-known to us and worthy of our all respect - she is a formidable warrior and likely the reason they lasted as long as they did. We will make aid and healing services available with haste and extend the Knights' patrols to Galgarad and surrounds until we are certain order has been established. Supplies will follow to assist in rebuilding, and wards placed if I can secure aid from the Spellguard?"He looks to Valheim, letting the question hanging in the air. "Furthermore, I shall send word of the outcome in a month's time and escort any to Silverymoon who wish it. I understand the ordeal you have faced - the Vault of Sages has many tomes and histories regarding these foul abominations. I can see that surviving has not left you unscarred."
He hesitates a moment longer, holding his eyes to Naivara's and twisting a ring on his finger. Seeing the recognition in your eyes, he adds, "I shall send a colleague of mine to the Golden Oak in 3 days' time - I assume this will be acceptable. In the meantime, you might like to speak with those at the Greenloft Eyrie, on the southern side of the river. Might I also suggest finding lodgings besides the Greenloft Eyrie? Far be it from me to presume, but it may not suit your accommodation need.
As to all other matters, I presume this response will meet your... requested... aid?"
At this moment, in the small pause of awkward silence, completely oblivious to the world around her, a loud and excited Willow holds her journal aloft and yells, "Yes! Finished! My brain is on the parchment! What a study. I'm so tired and filthy now - there is noooo chance I will accept ashen. Brightborough certainly suits me more. Now, is it time for us to..." Seeing all eyes turn to her, the talkative mage shrinks a little into herself and offers, "Carry on..."
Sernious, without waiting, turns to Swift and the others. "Based on your assessment of the situation, does this aid reflect a suitable response? Yes? Good. Thank you greatly for your services to the people of Galgarad, and indeed Silverymoon. We'll be in contact soon." With a look to Valheim, Sernious disappears, leaving only a faint outline of gold which scintillates into nothingness.
"Well, that went well..." Valheim smiles, watching Naivara disappear along the street, his hand still casually resting on the sword's pommel. "Ortos. Fesscha. Would you be so kind..?"
The two of them, having held in their mirth for far too long, burst out into uncontrollable laughter, albeit Fesscha a little more loudly than Ortos. "...the fruit bowl's over there, but you're the worst looking berries I've ever seen. Go take a seat... and... maybe you'll... find... some... nuts!!!! "
"Come on," Ortos waves. "We'll take you to the Oak. We'll even stick around with a drink to hear how it goes!" And with that he and Fesscha lead you along the Ghostwalk to Dancer's Mask lane and the Golden Oak.
QUOTE: “Valheim and Sernious share a look as the senior mutters quietly "Adventurers..."
Swift hears the comment, along with the negative vibes and wonders would he say the same if he had faced the monsters we (and the folk of Galgarad) had faced so recently. Almost, she was inclined to speak up, but decided to let it ride. After all, as adventurers, in company such as this, we might look at each ither and mutter “Administrators” in the same tone.
QUOTE: “…and twisting a ring on his finger. Seeing the recognition in your eyes, he adds, "I shall send a colleague of mine to the Golden Oak in 3 days' time - I assume this will be acceptable. In the meantime, you might like to speak with those at the Greenloft Eyrie, on the southern side of the river. Might I also suggest finding lodgings besides the Greenloft Eyrie? Far be it from me to presume, but it may not suit your accommodation need.”
:Swift notes the turning of the ring, initially mistaking it for irritation, based on the early comment about adventurers. However she glimpses something familiar in the ring. Unsure if Sernious is talking in general or speaking directly to her, Swift gives a slight nod to acknowledge the recognition of the ring.
She notes the place and day of the meeting, but notes no time was given. She will certainly be at the Golden Oak in 3 days time, perhaps lodging there for a couple of days.
Ahhh. Green loft Eyrie might be where she can find information about the inscription on darcassins blade. -bow. Swift presumes he saw the bow or perhaps has heard something of its ability. Her curiosity about Greenloft Eyrie is piqued by his suggestion of find lodgings nearby. Perhaps, though, there are other things they know that Swift is interested in. She resolves to head there tomorrow after a good nights rest.
Swift responds to Sernious: “I shall look out for your colleague’s arrival at the Golden Oak. And thank you for your suggestion of speaking with those at the Greenloft eyrie. I shall follow that suggestion tomorrow.”
As to all other matters, I presume this response will meet your... requested... aid?"”
“Yes,” Swift replies. “I believe that resolves the issues of aid. I felt it important for you to know how dire their circumstances are. Thank you for your quick response to the request.”
QUOTE: “Yes! Finished! My brain is on the parchment! What a study. I'm so tired and filthy now - there is noooo chance I will accept ashen. Brightborough certainly suits me more. Now, is it time for us to..." Seeing all eyes turn to her, the talkative mage shrinks a little into herself and offers, "Carry on..." “
Swift moves closer to Willow. As Sernious disappears (still a bit shocking this sudden arriving snd departing), Swift acknowledges Willows new-found recognition of herself. “Brightbough suits you so much better than Ashenbough. I really think that’s a good choice. I’m sure it will change your destiny.”
QUOTE:: “Well, that went well..." Valheim smiles,”
“ Thank you for responding so quickly, Valheim. I wasn’t expecting such an instant meeting. I felt sure it would take a day or two. The people of Galgarad will be honoured to know their needs are important to their Silverymoon colleagues.
I think they may have started to believe that they had been forgotten or abandoned. They wouldn’t have known so few had survived their escape from Galgarad to Silverymoon. Nor would they have known that those few survivors were not if sound mind on their arrival so could not tell the tale of the destruction being wreaked on Galgarad.
Your quick response is an example for others to follow. “
She waves goodbye to Valheim as she and the others follow Ortos and Fesscha towards the Golden Oak.
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Virran, whilst previously standing with his mouth slightly agape and blank look in his eyes suddenly shakes it off and comes to and quickly removes the dirt and grime off him with a quick flick, casting prestedigitation.
Walking between Ortos and Fesscha and attempts to put an arm around both their shoulders. While he manages fine with Fesscha, he misses the mark on Ortos and ends but with his arm at his side, hand just resting on Ortos' shoulder.
With a smirk he asks "So, what's there to do around here, other than drinking with some fine comedians. Speaking of jokes, what type of elf is the rudest? A go **** yoursElf!"
Virran cackles at his own dumb joke
"But in all seriousness, have coin to spend" As he says this he has a coin run between his fingers and as it slips behind his hand, out of view it seemingly vanishes.
sleight of hand 14
"You know, not many can handle the ghost coins" and winks
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“…but you notice a smile fixed to her features.”
Swift looks at the smile on Willow’s face and wonders if it because of the conversation and encouragement for willow to include her own actions in her journal or whether the smile is for some secret thought that has occurred to Willow during the interruption. Either way, Swift feels that Willow is more relaxed after being interrupted.
Swift smiles at the idea of some writing a self-help journal that others might use. She wonders how such a tome might be published and distributed in Faerun….
Swift replies… “My name is Swiftarrow, and these are my companions on this part of our journey… Virran… “ and she gestures to the half orc,… “Naivara… “ gesturing to the elf… “Stig…” gesturing to the blue dwarf… “and Willow” gesturing to Willow who appears to still be writing furiously in her journal”
Swift surreptitiously studies the crew who are guiding them as they proceed on their way. (OOC … what does Swift note about them… elven? Human? Other… light dark, scars and other attributes and features..)
She ponders upon the meeting with these people. We’re they just stationed ar Sundabar gate on the presumption that travellers would be arriving and needed to be vetted? Were they waiting specifically for our arrival (certainly hinted at by the reference to having passed some on our way. Presumably those we passed have returned. What stories did they tell ifbour meeting) (OOC I really must go back to keeping a record of our activities… everyone met and what we did. I don’t remember if we helped some silver knights as we journeyed or if we merely passed them on the road) …
Had the only survivor of the “frog” attack regaled stories of horrors he perceived we had committed when searching the bodies of the slain undead?
Swift is startled out of her cogitations by Valhein’s words about Silverguard Isle and his peremptory disappearance.
She turns towards Ortos and attempts to engage him (her?) in conversation. “Valhein noted that we are the Shadow Guard. What have you heard about us?”
Fesscha stands at about 160 cm and carries herself with the grace natural to half-elves. Her hair, long and black, has streaks of silver running up to where it is pulled back and tied with golden-yellow clips. The silver, you gather from her appearance, is not to do with her age. Where Valhein carries a sword, Fesscha rolls an orb between her fingers; occasional flickers of light flashing with the glass. Thankfully, she also carries herself with a friendly, if reserved, demeanour. Albeit one ready to act in an instant if needed.
On the other hand, Ortos is distinctly attractive for someone the size of a young child... if you were into halflings, you might even think twice. Still, you can admit that his looks are a gift of the gods and admire his shy and timid stance where others might flaunt their beauty. Wavy blonde hair and a matching beard add to his look, but it's his eyes - hazel and striking - that take you all in with a very keen intelligence.
(OOC - Silver Knights)
You made brief meeting with the Silver Knights as they arrived at Hawks Rest, having just cleared the road to Silverymoon via magical means. The interaction was friendly, but very limited - more an acknowledgement in passing than anything more grand.
It's Fesscha that responds, leaving Ortos to lean casually against his shortened staff.
"Rumours and words have floated in recently. While the name seems to have changed somewhat, the description seems to hold. A red half-orc, blue dwarf and three female companions of equal notoriety... That is a grouping hard to mistake. We did meet a farmer a day or two prior - with another companion of yours? - he seemed highly agitated and incoherent for the most part and needed to be calmed. In the end, magical sleep was necessary. I do not think his faculties will return... and I can't say I blame him after what your friend mentioned." Fesscha looks to Ortos and gives a gentle nod. "We understand what the wilderness can throw at travellers, yet the Shadow Guard is a little enigmatic, if you'll excuse our honesty. On one hand, the rumours of your deeds are well sung by people who don't easily give it... you're quite renowned in those circles... but then there are tales not so flattering. Might acts of justice interwoven with sporadic claims of... questionable decisions."
Ortos chimes in here, studying you well. "I happened to overhear a couple of jokes just last night. What were they..." he runs a hand through his blonde beard. "What is the difference between the Shadow Guard and undertakers? Nothing, they both shove bodies into tight spaces!" He chuckles quietly, as does Fesscha, who then adds, "So a blue dwarf and a red half-orc walk into a bar... The barkeep points to a corner and says: '..."
...Valheim and another figure, presumably Sernious Alathar, appear and Fesscha instantly returns to her original stance.
"Well, they do certainly fit the description, don't they, Valheim?" He casts a look over each of you, eyes holding a moment longer on both Ortos and Fesscha who seem to be struggling to contain their laughter.
QUOTE… “We did meet a farmer a day or two prior - with another companion of yours? - he seemed highly agitated and incoherent for the most part and needed to be calmed. In the end, magical sleep was necessary. I do not think his faculties will return... and I can't say I blame him after what your friend mentioned." Fesscha looks to Ortos and gives a gentle nod. "We understand what the wilderness can throw at travellers,… “
Swift replies… “it was more than craziness from the wilderness. The creature that attacked his group was more formidable than the usual wilderness creatures one might meet around these parts. To lose all your companions AND have them revitalise as undead would be a horrifying experience. Especially coming on top of the waves if undead they were fleeing from.
Hardly surprising he is somewhat witless now.”
QUOTE: … “I happened to overhear a couple of jokes just last night. What were they..." he runs a hand through his blonde beard. "What is the difference between the Shadow Guard and undertakers? Nothing, they both shove bodies into tight spaces!" He chuckles quietly, as does Fesscha
Swift starts to laugh at the punchline… “Yes, quite” she says through the laughter. “That was certainly one of our more questionable decisions. The unfortunate souls we whose corpses we were carrying were caught up in an act that offended us. We were trying to get to Mirabar to have them resurrected (or something similar). We worried about the effect us carrying dead into Mirabar would have… would they even let us in! We hadn’t counted on their surveillance.
Luckily, they still let us in and we were able to repay the citiy’s generosity in taking us in by rescuing the town leader’s daughter snd destroying a monster who would was preparing to take over the city.”
Swift is somewhat disappointed at Valhein’s return. Curious to know the punchline to Fesscha’s joke, she resolves to follow up should the opportunity arise. If not, she will keep her ear open for other jokes when she is out and about. Surely the taverns will still be sharing the jokes.
She wonders how the news has travelled so quickly from Mirabar to Silverymoon, considering their circuitous journey.
QUOTE:… “Well, they do certainly fit the description, don't they, Valheim?" He casts a look over each of you, “
Swift wonders if the description is more than their general physical appearance… blue dwarf, red orc, mixed party of adventurers of whose origins would not normally travel together… let alone work together as a team of adventurers. Hopefully, the meeting now, or in the future, will expand on the “description”.
Swift looks to Naivara, hoping she will respond to Sernious.
I look Ortos dead in the eye as his joke begins to fade.
“Hilarious. Laughing at the expense of those that are putting their lives on the line to save the lives of others. Some have little else to entertain them, I would guess. My father used to say ‘To make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.’ We have learned many lessons on our journey.. all of us almost seeing death yesterday in the face of a Lich. Just like the brave, yet desperate, people of Galgarad, we are weary. Would you please allow us to share with you the news of the situation in Galgarad so that you might make a move to assist these people...?”
Upon hearing silence fall upon the small crowd, I recount our experience of Galgarad in as much detail as I can, allowing others to add their own ideas. I ensure to portray my contempt at the situation and the children of Malice, as well as Rallax. We pass on the messages from Zeph and describe the assistance that is required to help the brave people who remained, as a matter of urgency. I listen to the replies of Sernius and answer any questions I can.
I continue... “Now, if you all don’t mind, I require some private time with my deity, Aerdrie. I urgently need to take a short sabbatical in a temple dedicated to her so that I can meditate on some of my recent decisions and find my path forward. I wish to stay in the presence of those whom are dedicated to Aerdrie so that I may not be distracted. I will meet you for dinner at the Golden Oak in five days time. I do intend to leave my quarters to seek out the Lord’s Alliance and run a couple of small errands, when my faith allows, but for the most part I will be in meditation and should only be disturbed during a matter of extreme urgency.”
I turn and leave, knowing my faith will lead the way to my temple.
Tu
As Naivara stalks off in what appears to be high dudgeon, Swift turns and looks at Fesscha and Ortos. Swift catches their eyes and says “hmph…High elves! Always so serious.
Pay no attention to her lack of humour. Her account is accurate, but she doesn’t see the irony of the silly things we’ve done alongside the feats we have achieved.”
Swift turns to Sernious and says: “The folk who remain in Galgarad need urgent assistance, as Naivara has said. They are worn down from the continual fighting they have recently had to do. They’ve had to fight friends and relatives who have become undead which would cause terrible anguish. They thought the night we arrived would be their last. They are very low on food. Please send supplies so they can eat and support so they can rest now after this hardship.
*i* will be glad of a bath, a meal and a good nights sleep. Perhaps Fesscha or Ortos could guide us to the inn you mentioned earlier, Valhein…”
Valheim and Sernious share a look as the senior mutters quietly "Adventurers..." Then more loudly, before Naivara can depart, "Zef Beltune is well-known to us and worthy of our all respect - she is a formidable warrior and likely the reason they lasted as long as they did. We will make aid and healing services available with haste and extend the Knights' patrols to Galgarad and surrounds until we are certain order has been established. Supplies will follow to assist in rebuilding, and wards placed if I can secure aid from the Spellguard?" He looks to Valheim, letting the question hanging in the air. "Furthermore, I shall send word of the outcome in a month's time and escort any to Silverymoon who wish it. I understand the ordeal you have faced - the Vault of Sages has many tomes and histories regarding these foul abominations. I can see that surviving has not left you unscarred."
He hesitates a moment longer, holding his eyes to Naivara's and twisting a ring on his finger. Seeing the recognition in your eyes, he adds, "I shall send a colleague of mine to the Golden Oak in 3 days' time - I assume this will be acceptable. In the meantime, you might like to speak with those at the Greenloft Eyrie, on the southern side of the river. Might I also suggest finding lodgings besides the Greenloft Eyrie? Far be it from me to presume, but it may not suit your accommodation need.
As to all other matters, I presume this response will meet your... requested... aid?"
At this moment, in the small pause of awkward silence, completely oblivious to the world around her, a loud and excited Willow holds her journal aloft and yells, "Yes! Finished! My brain is on the parchment! What a study. I'm so tired and filthy now - there is noooo chance I will accept ashen. Brightborough certainly suits me more. Now, is it time for us to..." Seeing all eyes turn to her, the talkative mage shrinks a little into herself and offers, "Carry on..."
Sernious, without waiting, turns to Swift and the others. "Based on your assessment of the situation, does this aid reflect a suitable response? Yes? Good. Thank you greatly for your services to the people of Galgarad, and indeed Silverymoon. We'll be in contact soon." With a look to Valheim, Sernious disappears, leaving only a faint outline of gold which scintillates into nothingness.
"Well, that went well..." Valheim smiles, watching Naivara disappear along the street, his hand still casually resting on the sword's pommel. "Ortos. Fesscha. Would you be so kind..?"
The two of them, having held in their mirth for far too long, burst out into uncontrollable laughter, albeit Fesscha a little more loudly than Ortos. "...the fruit bowl's over there, but you're the worst looking berries I've ever seen. Go take a seat... and... maybe you'll... find... some... nuts!!!! "
"Come on," Ortos waves. "We'll take you to the Oak. We'll even stick around with a drink to hear how it goes!" And with that he and Fesscha lead you along the Ghostwalk to Dancer's Mask lane and the Golden Oak.
QUOTE: “Valheim and Sernious share a look as the senior mutters quietly "Adventurers..."
Swift hears the comment, along with the negative vibes and wonders would he say the same if he had faced the monsters we (and the folk of Galgarad) had faced so recently. Almost, she was inclined to speak up, but decided to let it ride. After all, as adventurers, in company such as this, we might look at each ither and mutter “Administrators” in the same tone.
QUOTE: “…and twisting a ring on his finger. Seeing the recognition in your eyes, he adds, "I shall send a colleague of mine to the Golden Oak in 3 days' time - I assume this will be acceptable. In the meantime, you might like to speak with those at the Greenloft Eyrie, on the southern side of the river. Might I also suggest finding lodgings besides the Greenloft Eyrie? Far be it from me to presume, but it may not suit your accommodation need.”
:Swift notes the turning of the ring, initially mistaking it for irritation, based on the early comment about adventurers. However she glimpses something familiar in the ring. Unsure if Sernious is talking in general or speaking directly to her, Swift gives a slight nod to acknowledge the recognition of the ring.
She notes the place and day of the meeting, but notes no time was given. She will certainly be at the Golden Oak in 3 days time, perhaps lodging there for a couple of days.
Ahhh. Green loft Eyrie might be where she can find information about the inscription on darcassins blade. -bow. Swift presumes he saw the bow or perhaps has heard something of its ability. Her curiosity about Greenloft Eyrie is piqued by his suggestion of find lodgings nearby. Perhaps, though, there are other things they know that Swift is interested in. She resolves to head there tomorrow after a good nights rest.
Swift responds to Sernious: “I shall look out for your colleague’s arrival at the Golden Oak. And thank you for your suggestion of speaking with those at the Greenloft eyrie. I shall follow that suggestion tomorrow.”
OOC: what does Swift observe bout Sernious? Is he elven or human? Hair colour and other features of interest?
QUOTE: “
As to all other matters, I presume this response will meet your... requested... aid?"”
“Yes,” Swift replies. “I believe that resolves the issues of aid. I felt it important for you to know how dire their circumstances are. Thank you for your quick response to the request.”
QUOTE: “Yes! Finished! My brain is on the parchment! What a study. I'm so tired and filthy now - there is noooo chance I will accept ashen. Brightborough certainly suits me more. Now, is it time for us to..." Seeing all eyes turn to her, the talkative mage shrinks a little into herself and offers, "Carry on..." “
Swift moves closer to Willow. As Sernious disappears (still a bit shocking this sudden arriving snd departing), Swift acknowledges Willows new-found recognition of herself. “Brightbough suits you so much better than Ashenbough. I really think that’s a good choice. I’m sure it will change your destiny.”
QUOTE:: “Well, that went well..." Valheim smiles,”
“ Thank you for responding so quickly, Valheim. I wasn’t expecting such an instant meeting. I felt sure it would take a day or two. The people of Galgarad will be honoured to know their needs are important to their Silverymoon colleagues.
I think they may have started to believe that they had been forgotten or abandoned. They wouldn’t have known so few had survived their escape from Galgarad to Silverymoon. Nor would they have known that those few survivors were not if sound mind on their arrival so could not tell the tale of the destruction being wreaked on Galgarad.
Your quick response is an example for others to follow. “
She waves goodbye to Valheim as she and the others follow Ortos and Fesscha towards the Golden Oak.
Virran, whilst previously standing with his mouth slightly agape and blank look in his eyes suddenly shakes it off and comes to and quickly removes the dirt and grime off him with a quick flick, casting prestedigitation.
Walking between Ortos and Fesscha and attempts to put an arm around both their shoulders. While he manages fine with Fesscha, he misses the mark on Ortos and ends but with his arm at his side, hand just resting on Ortos' shoulder.
With a smirk he asks "So, what's there to do around here, other than drinking with some fine comedians. Speaking of jokes, what type of elf is the rudest? A go **** yoursElf!"
Virran cackles at his own dumb joke
"But in all seriousness, have coin to spend" As he says this he has a coin run between his fingers and as it slips behind his hand, out of view it seemingly vanishes.
sleight of hand 14
"You know, not many can handle the ghost coins" and winks