"You know, perhaps I will try to find me an immoral wench." Aelar says with a wink and a smile. He walks back to the ship and informs the crew of the destruction of the beloved tavern and tells them about the Immoral Wench.
"I'm going to head there now. I may try to look into the Tiefling business; don't wait up for me."
Aelar leaves the ship and heads toward the Immoral Wench.
The men laugh and wave you off, and the lone female rolls her eyes. The walk is filled with the trailing scent of the sea air, surrounded by the bustling of the port. Eventually that bustling leads towards dirty cobblestone and instead of the subtle squish beneath your feet there is more of a sharp slap. You do however find the Immoral Wench easily enough. The sound of loud, boisterous music, laughing drunks, and a general party pierces through the open doors of an establishment settled into a rounded corner. You can see the hanging sign, swaying with the faint sea breeze, that announced the Immoral Wench.
Bishop looks at the half-elf next to him with sincerity. "This guy is really putting himself out there despite my appearance. The guards reaction, I understand, but this guy is what has me perplexed."
Bishop looks back at the guard. "No, no I am indeed a cleric myself, a cleric of life at that, why would I want to take the life of another. Take my weapons if you like, I swear to he gods that I am not here with malicious intent. But also regarding papers, I have none as I am not exactly from this city. Could you possibly point us in the right direction to get ourselves registered. Again we mean no harm." Bishop bows his head toward the guard with his hands in front of him as sign of surrender.
The guard in front of you checks you over, judges your sincerity with a pointed scowl while the guard in front of you Ulrich steps forward instantly, hand snaked out to grab you at the shoulder.
"I think we have ourselves a liar, Lysander," he rumbles, and Lysander turns and narrows his own eyes. The grip which had begun to waver just the smallest point, possibly believing Bishop to be truthful, tightens again.
"I think you're right," he growls. You can see the people around your start to crowd just a little, interested in the powerplay, but terrified also. "You two, you'll be coming with us. The Cleric will see to your fate."
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The guard ducks her head and pulls a fist over the house crest on her armor.
"No milord. Let me see your papers," she requests, straightens, and holds her hands out calmly.
Wilkas hands her his papers, and waits patiently for her to allow him to return to the city.
She looks them over with a keen eye, and then hands them back and ducks her head.
"Welcome home, milord. Safe travels," she bids you and steps to the side to allow you to pass unhindered.
The city itself is as you remember it. Gleaming, welcoming, and standing strong despite adversity. The paths here in the section of the city are clean, the houses immaculately taken care of--all that is expected. You can see upscale taverns, a few fancy inns, and several little rich shops that dot the path between houses, small apartments--mere rooms really--rented to visitors of the many Colleges that have a home here within your home. All the reasons, little as they are, for why you left in the first place. Nothing here changes.
Wilkas looks towards the location of his parents' estate, and then heads in the opposite direction, knowing that he wasn't expected until much later in the day. On his way to his destination, he stops by a cafe to learn of the local gossip, and perhaps more of what happened at Angos'lale.
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Bishop gives the guard a blank stare. He sighs a bit. "Very well guard, we will go see your cleric. Maybe he can point me to the temple or maybe even where to get registered. I mean if we really wanted to cause trouble do you think we would have used the gate." Bishop motions to the wings on his back. "Well let's get this over with."
As Ulrich's attempt at speaking up backfires spectacularly, he glances about at the people gathered around. Having lost any confidence in his ability to talk his way through the situation, Ulrich simply nods and quietly answers the guard, "Yes, sir." He keeps his arms at his sides as his hands begin to tremble, hoping none notice his fear brought on at the mention of a cleric deciding his fate - the idea of religious figures judging him does not sit well with him at the moment, though he sees little other choice and certainly does not want to see the guard finally draw that weapon.
Wilkas looks towards the location of his parents' estate, and then heads in the opposite direction, knowing that he wasn't expected until much later in the day. On his way to his destination, he stops by a cafe to learn of the local gossip, and perhaps more of what happened at Angos'lale.
Within the cafe itself there are twittering voices of young lasses and ladies who each are gossiping in the manner in which you'd expect young nobles to gossip. They have whispered conversations back and forth with one another about anything from whom was rumored to be sleeping with whom, to how Carric Ealaiil has made a grand name for himself these days. You do catch some interesting bits of information about the Angos'lale incident. Roughly a fortnight ago a band of Tieflings headed to Angos'lale. Most of what is spoken of is whispered as rumor.
"Heard they had a dragon they did!"
"No way, Marigold. A Dragon? Really?"
"Well their demon spawn, aren't they?"
It is hard to pick out the fanciful tales from the reality, but the best you gather is that these Tieflings held sorcerers and warlocks among their number, and they stormed the gate from the outside. There was something of a commotion, a fair few peasants died in the mess, but all in all it was handled quickly and efficiently. As, per usual, expected of the city Guard and Military.
Bishop gives the guard a blank stare. He sighs a bit. "Very well guard, we will go see your cleric. Maybe he can point me to the temple or maybe even where to get registered. I mean if we really wanted to cause trouble do you think we would have used the gate." Bishop motions to the wings on his back. "Well let's get this over with."
As Ulrich's attempt at speaking up backfires spectacularly, he glances about at the people gathered around. Having lost any confidence in his ability to talk his way through the situation, Ulrich simply nods and quietly answers the guard, "Yes, sir." He keeps his arms at his sides as his hands begin to tremble, hoping none notice his fear brought on at the mention of a cleric deciding his fate - the idea of religious figures judging him does not sit well with him at the moment, though he sees little other choice and certainly does not want to see the guard finally draw that weapon.
The two guards flank Ulrich and Bishop, although the one nearest Bishop starts to twitch faintly, fingers grasping at the hilt of his weapon and his eyes shifting about. The one next to Ulrich by comparison is much calmer, merely tense and highly distrustful of the both of you. They draw you into the gate, over to a small barracks posting, and then single file usher you into the building. It's a bit ratty and worn down, but stable, strong, and of decent design. Inside there are several more guards hovered over a table, a map drawn out beneath them.
"Yes, yes, keep the patrols here."
"I see what you mean, sir."
Lysander, the twitching one, grits his teeth and flexes his fingers frustratedly. He barks out, "Sir!" and immediately draws the attention of the Captain.
"Yes, Private? I'm rather busy."
The Captain is a grizzled, elder man with graying hair and a decent beard. What is interesting to note is the pallor of his skin is unusually sort of pale, and his eyes near milk white as he stares at the group with an assessing, unflinching gaze. The Private, Lysander, takes in a shuddering breath.
"These two have no papers," he ground out. "Lied to our faces. One claims to be a Cleric of all things. This mongrel." He motions towards Bishop. The Captain's gaze snaps immediately to your form, eyes narrowed, a thoughtful hum crosses his lips.
"I see." He breathed out lightly. "I suppose I'll get a hold of Carric, then. If only to get the truth." He goes back to the guards. "Dismissed, both of you. Back to your posts."
Both snap to attention, salute, although Private Lysander leaves the building much more reluctantly than his partner.
"Now...why don't you boys tell me what is really going on?"
Bishop stands in attention. "Sir, I've told nothing but the truth. Despite my appearance, I am a cleric of life, I am not here with malicious intent. A friend of mine, also a cleric, was slain in battle and I've come to return his prayer to his fellow clergymen. I know that I am a tiefling, but I did not realize towns still treated you kind like bloodthirsty monsters!" Bishop starts to get a little heated, so he stops and takes a deep breath. "Please sir, you must believe us. Bishop hangs is head not wanting to make eye contact with the captain, in fear that his appearance will make matters worse.
Aquariel disembarks from the ship somewhat reluctantly. Taking in the moist air of the docks, she looks around, trying to decide where to go. She has learned that inns are often a good place to begin in a new place. Resolutely she heads down the dock toward land, seeking an in or a tavern.
"Must be having us on," the other mumbles, someone of human decent. "No other reason for it."
Angelus gives them his most charming smile, send a hand gliding through his golden locks pushing his luxurious hair behind one, long pointed ear. His eyes dazzle like cerulean pools as he speaks in his usual cheerful, musical tone, "Absolutely not having a go at you. As I came upon the city I assured the guard that it had slipped my mind to gather the proper papers, but being as that I am a great hero, it was my intention to help investigate and solve this incident I hear of. I believe someone mentioned a place called Angos'lale? Either which way", he continued waving his hand as if all of this were trivial, "the helpful guard at the gate suggested I come over here to these Barracks and speak to the captain, both about securing the proper papers and for information regarding the case. Also, if you know of any victims who require aid or assistance, please point me in their direction. I'm definitely here to help."
Angelus stood there grinning widely, as though this were a perfectly normal thing to say, and apparently hadn't taken in the general tense and moody atmosphere of mild oppression and fear that ran through the citizens. He showed absolutely no fear of the guards, treating them as complete equals, recognizing neither rank nor station. He had been a Noble once, and was used to getting his way, and was absolutely confident in his own abilities. To say that he was arrogant was an understatement, but he wasn't particularly condescending in tone either. More like he just expected everything to go his way and that, as a great hero, no one would ever think to challenge or question him.
"I... I apologize for the trouble," Ulrich says to the captain. "I'm not from the area, I've no means of entering in regards to any of the required papers. I've been wishing to enter the city - not for any sort of harm, though, you needn't worry about that." He gestures to the tiefling next to him, adding, "I've no connection to him. I... was simply trying to gain passage through the gate. Again, though, I mean no harm, I swear by that."
Satisfied with the gossip, and amused at the inanity of the claims surrounding Angos'lale (a dragon? Really?), Wilkas continues on his way. After all, it had been all to long since he had seen Kella.
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The men laugh and wave you off, and the lone female rolls her eyes. The walk is filled with the trailing scent of the sea air, surrounded by the bustling of the port. Eventually that bustling leads towards dirty cobblestone and instead of the subtle squish beneath your feet there is more of a sharp slap. You do however find the Immoral Wench easily enough. The sound of loud, boisterous music, laughing drunks, and a general party pierces through the open doors of an establishment settled into a rounded corner. You can see the hanging sign, swaying with the faint sea breeze, that announced the Immoral Wench.
Aelar makes his way into the Immoral Wench and looks around for Rheim.
Aquariel disembarks from the ship somewhat reluctantly. Taking in the moist air of the docks, she looks around, trying to decide where to go. She has learned that inns are often a good place to begin in a new place. Resolutely she heads down the dock toward land, seeking an in or a tavern.
As you move through the crowds and into the city proper, you come across a location that looks somewhat promising. The signage out front reads The Clueless Navigator Tavern & Sultry Djiin Inn. The entire building is decorated in fishermen's netting and seashells, there's a hearty smell that wafts out from within, and the sound of quiet laughter and faint music. The building itself has to be at least three floors tall, promising plenty of rooms and plenty of patrons to speak to.
Bishop stands in attention. "Sir, I've told nothing but the truth. Despite my appearance, I am a cleric of life, I am not here with malicious intent. A friend of mine, also a cleric, was slain in battle and I've come to return his prayer to his fellow clergymen. I know that I am a tiefling, but I did not realize towns still treated you kind like bloodthirsty monsters!" Bishop starts to get a little heated, so he stops and takes a deep breath. "Please sir, you must believe us. Bishop hangs is head not wanting to make eye contact with the captain, in fear that his appearance will make matters worse.
"I... I apologize for the trouble," Ulrich says to the captain. "I'm not from the area, I've no means of entering in regards to any of the required papers. I've been wishing to enter the city - not for any sort of harm, though, you needn't worry about that." He gestures to the tiefling next to him, adding, "I've no connection to him. I... was simply trying to gain passage through the gate. Again, though, I mean no harm, I swear by that."
The Captain peers at them, and around him the men he was talking with turn their attention to the two of you. He hums to himself in thought, and then nods.
"I see," the Captain says. "At least you have the good grace to come clean, now." He eyes both of you up and down, then turns his gaze towards Bishop. "The Domain of Life, you say?" Something about his gaze is unnerving to say the least, as if he were judging you. "With your ancestry...hm. Get yourself a hat of disguise or something, boy. You're a bit more...devilish than the others."
He turns toward Ulrich next, gaze just as sharp and unnerving as when it was on Bishop. It too feels like a judgement, like he holds the weight of your life within his hands. "No papers, not from the area? No...not with those looks." With that the Captain sighs. "Very well then. Papers for the both of you I can do. However...I'll need some information first. Names, dates of birth, ages, city or township that you belong to, next of kin...the standard, really."
Satisfied with the gossip, and amused at the inanity of the claims surrounding Angos'lale (a dragon? Really?), Wilkas continues on his way. After all, it had been all to long since he had seen Kella.
Kella, you quickly learn, is not so easy to track down as she used to be.
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In fact every place you search, every known location for Kella--the hideouts, the hangouts that the two of you would sequester away to--are barren of her. It is not like such a willful person, so like yourself, to not have snuck away from her home. You honestly can't imagine her being cooped up, hidden away from the world willingly. Surely she would have gotten away.
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Wilkas hands her his papers, and waits patiently for her to allow him to return to the city.
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"Thank you, and may a good day bless you, eh?"
Wilkas looks towards the location of his parents' estate, and then heads in the opposite direction, knowing that he wasn't expected until much later in the day. On his way to his destination, he stops by a cafe to learn of the local gossip, and perhaps more of what happened at Angos'lale.
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Bishop gives the guard a blank stare. He sighs a bit. "Very well guard, we will go see your cleric. Maybe he can point me to the temple or maybe even where to get registered. I mean if we really wanted to cause trouble do you think we would have used the gate." Bishop motions to the wings on his back. "Well let's get this over with."
As Ulrich's attempt at speaking up backfires spectacularly, he glances about at the people gathered around. Having lost any confidence in his ability to talk his way through the situation, Ulrich simply nods and quietly answers the guard, "Yes, sir." He keeps his arms at his sides as his hands begin to tremble, hoping none notice his fear brought on at the mention of a cleric deciding his fate - the idea of religious figures judging him does not sit well with him at the moment, though he sees little other choice and certainly does not want to see the guard finally draw that weapon.
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The two share a glance before the elf chuckles.
"He did what?"
"Must be having us on," the other mumbles, someone of human decent. "No other reason for it."
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Bishop stands in attention. "Sir, I've told nothing but the truth. Despite my appearance, I am a cleric of life, I am not here with malicious intent. A friend of mine, also a cleric, was slain in battle and I've come to return his prayer to his fellow clergymen. I know that I am a tiefling, but I did not realize towns still treated you kind like bloodthirsty monsters!" Bishop starts to get a little heated, so he stops and takes a deep breath. "Please sir, you must believe us. Bishop hangs is head not wanting to make eye contact with the captain, in fear that his appearance will make matters worse.
Aquariel disembarks from the ship somewhat reluctantly. Taking in the moist air of the docks, she looks around, trying to decide where to go. She has learned that inns are often a good place to begin in a new place. Resolutely she heads down the dock toward land, seeking an in or a tavern.
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"I... I apologize for the trouble," Ulrich says to the captain. "I'm not from the area, I've no means of entering in regards to any of the required papers. I've been wishing to enter the city - not for any sort of harm, though, you needn't worry about that." He gestures to the tiefling next to him, adding, "I've no connection to him. I... was simply trying to gain passage through the gate. Again, though, I mean no harm, I swear by that."
Satisfied with the gossip, and amused at the inanity of the claims surrounding Angos'lale (a dragon? Really?), Wilkas continues on his way. After all, it had been all to long since he had seen Kella.
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I need you to roll investigate, and a straight wisdom check. Will update post once I have those.
In fact every place you search, every known location for Kella--the hideouts, the hangouts that the two of you would sequester away to--are barren of her. It is not like such a willful person, so like yourself, to not have snuck away from her home. You honestly can't imagine her being cooped up, hidden away from the world willingly. Surely she would have gotten away.
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