(I finally make a strike and you steal it from me? hahah)
Rhys watches the remaining crab flee and stows his spear. "That was an adventure." He notices the crowd, then notices the stares. He looks over at Ferdinand, one of the two that were actually devastating in the fight. Rhys feels the angst around him. "Well, then. Good job. That was well done. You alright?"
Icierys steps back onto the shore, sheathing his longsword. He glances around, first at Rhys to ensure that he didn't sustain any wounds, then at the fishermen for the same reason. As he examines the fishermen, Icierys notices their stares and follows them to Jayne and Ferdinand. Clearing his throat, Icierys addresses the group as a whole. "Friends, I am pleased to have fought alongside you. Let me offer you a drink for your troubles." He jerks his head sharply, as if to indicate that the group should follow him out of sight of the crowd and the fishermen, hopefully toward a tavern of some sort.
Dyrdramande places her bow back across her shoulder and carefully climbs down from the perch she used to useless effect. Replaying the battle in her mind, she realizes that she did absolutely nothing except fire arrows into the water. "I hope no one even notices I tried to help." She mumbles to herself as she watches the crowd form around the group that did actually rescue the fishermen. She attempts to blend into the crowd, since her position is back away from the combat, but still keeps her eye on things to see what the crowd attempts to do to the two magic users.
Jayne gives a little cheer as three of the remaining four crabs fall, and the last disappears under the waves. As Icierys checks on the fisherman, she looks at those who helped fight the creatures. She notes the three males and then turns to see who had been shooting arrows over her head. She sees the dark she-elf finishing her descent from the rooftop and then disappearing in the crowd. Jayne's still looking that direction — ignoring the crowd — when the white dragonborn is suddenly at her side and asking her to join him in a drink. She jumps a little, and turns a glare upon him as her hand flies to the crystal hanging around her neck. Her eyes are immediately obscured by black clouds. Then, looking up at him, she blinks, and her eyes are light brown. She gives a half smile. "Oh! Er, sure." She blushes. "Sorry. You surprised me. I'm Jayne," she introduces herself in a friendly-enough tone. She looks back in the direction of the disappearing elf. "Did you see that archer?"
As all of you (minus Dyrdramande) group together and exchange pleasantries, a lanky man with thin blonde hair runs towards you.
"Who knew we had so many strong people visiting an out-of-the-way little town like Wheldre," he starts, his voice in disbelief. "Imean, thank you, you four... or five? I could've sworn there was one other person. The wildlife has been... acting up recently, all because of that accursed tower," he says, looking off to the lake. Following his gaze, you notice him staring at a small stone tower about 1,000 feet offshore. There's barely any land surrounding it, and it seems as though it's just floating there on its own. "That's beside the point though! You said you were looking for a drink?" he continues, his eyes shifting to Icierys, "Come with me, I'll bring you to the tavern, I'd like to have a talk with you all."
Icierys looks over Jayne for a moment, as if trying to place her in his head. He glances into the crowd. "I did," he rumbles, almost beneath his breath. Facing the crowd in full, the dragonborn calls out to Dyrdamande. "Archer! I wish for all my comrades to join me. Your skill with a bow aided us in the fight. Drink with us, as is your right as protector." Returning his attention to Jayne for a moment, Icierys offers a hand in greeting. "Of clan Mystan, I am called Icierys. Forgive my stares earlier. You remind me of someone I met before, but she was... not as versed in the arts as you are."
Hearing the white dragon man call out to her, Dyrdramande flinches at first. But as she watches the group walking away, leaving the crowd behind, something tickles her brain. Was she not just thinking about finding a new tribe? These people put themselves at risk for others, much like those of her tribe often did. They didn't hesitate to protect strangers from monsters. Just like her tribe did. Perhaps...
Dyrdramande moves forward out of the crowd toward the dragon man, the one called Icierys, and steps in line as they walk to whatever watering hole the lanky blonde haired man is leading them to. "Dyrdramande." She says pointing at herself. "Sorry I wasn't any help back there."
"Bah, you helped more than I did! At least you hit something!" Rhys points at a fish which has been skewered with an arrow and has now floated to the surface. "You, Icierys. I assume you are the one who cast some magic on me? What was that? I mean, I appreciate it, but I didn't get much opportunity to see what you'd done."
Rhys sits down and starts strapping on his boots, now that his feet are mostly dry. He then looks up at the tower which the man had just pointed out, "Ah, so is that why every one is all... angsty? Yes, Come! Let's share a drink and a meal. We can talk about this tower and what we may do about it." Rhys quickly stands up after putting on his boots. "I am Rhys Oloro, an elf of little repute and apparently little use. " He chuckles, "But that matters not! All are healthy, so all is well! It's a good day!"
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Jayne smiles at the local and looks out at the tower with interest when he mentions it.
Jayne doesn't react at all to Icierys's stare, and when he calls out to Dyrdramande, she smiles up at him appreciatively. At his words of perhaps remembering her, Jayne's face brightens considerably. "It's very nice to meet you Icierys of clan Mystan," she says very quickly. "Where? Where do you think you remember me from?"
She gives Ferdinand a quick glance as he introduces himself, and doesn't even acknowledge Rhys — she only has eyes for the dragonborn.
"You see, I, well, I can't remember anything beyond a few months ago," she says as the group begins following the man to the tavern. "I was found just outside of Halsworth, and that's the first thing I remember. I'm not sure who I really am or where I'm from or ..." Her fingers wrap themselves around her crystal once again, her excitement diminishing. "... or how I got these abilities." Speaking of her magic seems to occupy her thoughts, and she becomes silent.
Icierys looks from Rhys to Jayne to the stranger who approached them. "I'll try to answer whatever questions you have, but for now, I think we should see what he has to say." He looks back at Rhys. "The spell I cast was to protect you from harm, nothing more," the dragonborn says, lowering his voice. "And judging from how the people here reacted to our skirmish, I do not think it is wise to speak of magic so openly." Icierys begins to follow the stranger, but stops to address Jayne. "As for a brief answer to your question, if you are the same person I met a year ago, then I'm afraid I don't have any information of note. All I know is that you were looking for something, and then you disappeared a week or so after we met."
He pauses for a moment, watching Jayne fiddle with her crystal. The dragonborn places a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "I'm glad to see you alive." With that, he lets go of Jayne's shoulder and follows the stranger toward the tavern, gesturing for everyone to follow.
Rhys makes the connection Icierys is implying and immediately feels abashed. His face drops, and he replies, "Ah... right. I apologize. Thank you nonetheless." Rhys looks around at the group surrounding him, and he starts playing with a clasp on his armor. Perhaps it had been a good thing that his magics had failed. The elf trails the group as they follow the stranger, any good mood he'd had.
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The man leads you away from the shoreline to a very humble building. It's small and the interior looks somewhat unfinished as you enter. At this point the sun is beginning to set. "Sorry, our tavern isn't much. We don't get too many visitors up here, so it's rare we even use this place. Everyone's more concerned with Halsworth just below us or Mirfeld on the other side of the barony. Oh! That reminds me, I've not introduced myself yet. My name is Caedmon, I serve as Wheldrek's representative, so I suppose I'm the highest form of authority here outside the capital." He takes you to the table farthest from the entrance, motioning to the barkeep as he does, who immediately starts pouring drinks. After getting his, he takes a large swig before returning to what he was saying.
"Anyhow, that tower. There's something in it, we're all certain. You'll hear it once the sun sets. We've been catching less and less fish, more people are leaving or even getting killed, and it's all because of that tower. At least that's what the people think. I was hoping, given all your ability, that you'd check up on the place? Everyone we've sent thus far hasn't come back, and it's unsettling, to say the least. I'm not asking for charity, of course. I'd be more than happy to pay you for your troubles. Just... think about it. Please."
Icierys sips on his ale while listening to Caedmon's request. When he finishes, Icierys sets his tankard down on the table softly. "I'm willing to help, but I have a few questions first. What do you know of the tower's origin? And when did this trouble start?"
Upon entering the cozy tavern, Rhys looks around, noticing that while it could use some work on appearance, it looked... comfortable. He gladly takes the offered beer and, waiting for Caedmon to drink first, begins to enjoy his own.
"Is that what everyone is so riled up about? Yeah, absolutely we can go take a look! Or I can anyway. Do we have any suspicions about what may be in there? How many people have you sent thus far?" Rhys takes another swig of the beer, "Also, I thank you for your hospitality and waving us through that crowd, sir. The crowd looked tense and I... may have mildly exacerbated the situation by talking up some magic that had been done..."
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Jayne moves along with the group to the tavern, not saying much. Upon entering the tavern, she opens up a little, her eyes taking in the interior with interest. Walking to the table, she leans in to Dyrdramande and says quietly, "I'm glad you came." When the elf looks at her, Jayne smiles.
As the drinks are being prepared, Jayne moves to the bar and offers to carry the drinks to the table. "I work at a tavern," she explains to the barkeep.
Back at the table, Jayne listens carefully to what Caedmon has to say about the tower and the following comments. She takes only a few small sips of her drink. At Rhys's comment about magic, the half-elf furrows her brow. "Is magic not accepted here?" she asks. "Down in Hal ... er, where I'm from, those with magic are encouraged to use it to help out. It's rare, but not discouraged."
Dyrdramande smiles at Jayne, and nods when she thanks her for coming along. She drinks Caedmon's offered beverage in sips, listening. When Icierys and Rhys ask their questions, she nods along, wondering the same things. She smiles at everyone at the table if they look at her, but otherwise stays silent, waiting for those with more social confidence to take care of the conversation.
He takes a moment to absorb all your questions, his lighthearted, welcoming expression slowly turning into a much more serious one. "The tower's been around before Wheldrek was even founded. We're not sure when it was created, but judging by the construction of it and it's condition, it could very well have been built bed ore the Sprawl showed up. It's tricky to navigate that part of the lake, so we try to stay away from it as much as possible. Whatever's in there has been causing trouble for around a week now, and it doesn't show any sign of slowing down. As to what kind of creature could be lying in there, we haven't a clue. Its scream sounds like nothing we've encountered before."
As he says this, an ear-piercing scream erupts from outdoors. It's shrill and high pitched, otherworldly even, and sends shivers down your spine. None of you recognize it. Avoiding eye contact, Caedmon stares at the floor in embarrassment, saying "That's what I was referring to. It stops after a few minutes, but this happens every night."
Looking at Jayne, he explains "Halworth is a very... comfortable town. It's full of activity, so it's natural that the people there would encourage magic. Up here, however, there's little immigration. We all know each other very well, and you all are the first we've seen capable of using magic. You can't blame them for being wary. They'll hopefully come around soon enough, assuming you stay with us a bit.
Icierys falls silent as the scream pierces the air. When it stops, he says, "I've never heard anything like it." The dragonborn sips his ale again, fiddling with the tankard before looking at Caedmon. "When the scream happens, does anything happen immediately?"
(I finally make a strike and you steal it from me? hahah)
Rhys watches the remaining crab flee and stows his spear. "That was an adventure." He notices the crowd, then notices the stares. He looks over at Ferdinand, one of the two that were actually devastating in the fight. Rhys feels the angst around him. "Well, then. Good job. That was well done. You alright?"
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Icierys steps back onto the shore, sheathing his longsword. He glances around, first at Rhys to ensure that he didn't sustain any wounds, then at the fishermen for the same reason. As he examines the fishermen, Icierys notices their stares and follows them to Jayne and Ferdinand. Clearing his throat, Icierys addresses the group as a whole. "Friends, I am pleased to have fought alongside you. Let me offer you a drink for your troubles." He jerks his head sharply, as if to indicate that the group should follow him out of sight of the crowd and the fishermen, hopefully toward a tavern of some sort.
Dyrdramande places her bow back across her shoulder and carefully climbs down from the perch she used to useless effect. Replaying the battle in her mind, she realizes that she did absolutely nothing except fire arrows into the water. "I hope no one even notices I tried to help." She mumbles to herself as she watches the crowd form around the group that did actually rescue the fishermen. She attempts to blend into the crowd, since her position is back away from the combat, but still keeps her eye on things to see what the crowd attempts to do to the two magic users.
Jayne gives a little cheer as three of the remaining four crabs fall, and the last disappears under the waves. As Icierys checks on the fisherman, she looks at those who helped fight the creatures. She notes the three males and then turns to see who had been shooting arrows over her head. She sees the dark she-elf finishing her descent from the rooftop and then disappearing in the crowd. Jayne's still looking that direction — ignoring the crowd — when the white dragonborn is suddenly at her side and asking her to join him in a drink. She jumps a little, and turns a glare upon him as her hand flies to the crystal hanging around her neck. Her eyes are immediately obscured by black clouds. Then, looking up at him, she blinks, and her eyes are light brown. She gives a half smile. "Oh! Er, sure." She blushes. "Sorry. You surprised me. I'm Jayne," she introduces herself in a friendly-enough tone. She looks back in the direction of the disappearing elf. "Did you see that archer?"
As all of you (minus Dyrdramande) group together and exchange pleasantries, a lanky man with thin blonde hair runs towards you.
"Who knew we had so many strong people visiting an out-of-the-way little town like Wheldre," he starts, his voice in disbelief. "I mean, thank you, you four... or five? I could've sworn there was one other person. The wildlife has been... acting up recently, all because of that accursed tower," he says, looking off to the lake. Following his gaze, you notice him staring at a small stone tower about 1,000 feet offshore. There's barely any land surrounding it, and it seems as though it's just floating there on its own. "That's beside the point though! You said you were looking for a drink?" he continues, his eyes shifting to Icierys, "Come with me, I'll bring you to the tavern, I'd like to have a talk with you all."
Icierys looks over Jayne for a moment, as if trying to place her in his head. He glances into the crowd. "I did," he rumbles, almost beneath his breath. Facing the crowd in full, the dragonborn calls out to Dyrdamande. "Archer! I wish for all my comrades to join me. Your skill with a bow aided us in the fight. Drink with us, as is your right as protector." Returning his attention to Jayne for a moment, Icierys offers a hand in greeting. "Of clan Mystan, I am called Icierys. Forgive my stares earlier. You remind me of someone I met before, but she was... not as versed in the arts as you are."
"im gonna call me included here and come for a drink as well. Oh, im Ferdinand Haal, great to make your aquaintaces!"
Hearing the white dragon man call out to her, Dyrdramande flinches at first. But as she watches the group walking away, leaving the crowd behind, something tickles her brain. Was she not just thinking about finding a new tribe? These people put themselves at risk for others, much like those of her tribe often did. They didn't hesitate to protect strangers from monsters. Just like her tribe did. Perhaps...
Dyrdramande moves forward out of the crowd toward the dragon man, the one called Icierys, and steps in line as they walk to whatever watering hole the lanky blonde haired man is leading them to. "Dyrdramande." She says pointing at herself. "Sorry I wasn't any help back there."
"Bah, you helped more than I did! At least you hit something!" Rhys points at a fish which has been skewered with an arrow and has now floated to the surface. "You, Icierys. I assume you are the one who cast some magic on me? What was that? I mean, I appreciate it, but I didn't get much opportunity to see what you'd done."
Rhys sits down and starts strapping on his boots, now that his feet are mostly dry. He then looks up at the tower which the man had just pointed out, "Ah, so is that why every one is all... angsty? Yes, Come! Let's share a drink and a meal. We can talk about this tower and what we may do about it." Rhys quickly stands up after putting on his boots. "I am Rhys Oloro, an elf of little repute and apparently little use. " He chuckles, "But that matters not! All are healthy, so all is well! It's a good day!"
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Jayne smiles at the local and looks out at the tower with interest when he mentions it.
Jayne doesn't react at all to Icierys's stare, and when he calls out to Dyrdramande, she smiles up at him appreciatively. At his words of perhaps remembering her, Jayne's face brightens considerably. "It's very nice to meet you Icierys of clan Mystan," she says very quickly. "Where? Where do you think you remember me from?"
She gives Ferdinand a quick glance as he introduces himself, and doesn't even acknowledge Rhys — she only has eyes for the dragonborn.
"You see, I, well, I can't remember anything beyond a few months ago," she says as the group begins following the man to the tavern. "I was found just outside of Halsworth, and that's the first thing I remember. I'm not sure who I really am or where I'm from or ..." Her fingers wrap themselves around her crystal once again, her excitement diminishing. "... or how I got these abilities." Speaking of her magic seems to occupy her thoughts, and she becomes silent.
Icierys looks from Rhys to Jayne to the stranger who approached them. "I'll try to answer whatever questions you have, but for now, I think we should see what he has to say." He looks back at Rhys. "The spell I cast was to protect you from harm, nothing more," the dragonborn says, lowering his voice. "And judging from how the people here reacted to our skirmish, I do not think it is wise to speak of magic so openly." Icierys begins to follow the stranger, but stops to address Jayne. "As for a brief answer to your question, if you are the same person I met a year ago, then I'm afraid I don't have any information of note. All I know is that you were looking for something, and then you disappeared a week or so after we met."
He pauses for a moment, watching Jayne fiddle with her crystal. The dragonborn places a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "I'm glad to see you alive." With that, he lets go of Jayne's shoulder and follows the stranger toward the tavern, gesturing for everyone to follow.
Rhys makes the connection Icierys is implying and immediately feels abashed. His face drops, and he replies, "Ah... right. I apologize. Thank you nonetheless." Rhys looks around at the group surrounding him, and he starts playing with a clasp on his armor. Perhaps it had been a good thing that his magics had failed. The elf trails the group as they follow the stranger, any good mood he'd had.
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Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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The man leads you away from the shoreline to a very humble building. It's small and the interior looks somewhat unfinished as you enter. At this point the sun is beginning to set. "Sorry, our tavern isn't much. We don't get too many visitors up here, so it's rare we even use this place. Everyone's more concerned with Halsworth just below us or Mirfeld on the other side of the barony. Oh! That reminds me, I've not introduced myself yet. My name is Caedmon, I serve as Wheldrek's representative, so I suppose I'm the highest form of authority here outside the capital." He takes you to the table farthest from the entrance, motioning to the barkeep as he does, who immediately starts pouring drinks. After getting his, he takes a large swig before returning to what he was saying.
"Anyhow, that tower. There's something in it, we're all certain. You'll hear it once the sun sets. We've been catching less and less fish, more people are leaving or even getting killed, and it's all because of that tower. At least that's what the people think. I was hoping, given all your ability, that you'd check up on the place? Everyone we've sent thus far hasn't come back, and it's unsettling, to say the least. I'm not asking for charity, of course. I'd be more than happy to pay you for your troubles. Just... think about it. Please."
Icierys sips on his ale while listening to Caedmon's request. When he finishes, Icierys sets his tankard down on the table softly. "I'm willing to help, but I have a few questions first. What do you know of the tower's origin? And when did this trouble start?"
Upon entering the cozy tavern, Rhys looks around, noticing that while it could use some work on appearance, it looked... comfortable. He gladly takes the offered beer and, waiting for Caedmon to drink first, begins to enjoy his own.
"Is that what everyone is so riled up about? Yeah, absolutely we can go take a look! Or I can anyway. Do we have any suspicions about what may be in there? How many people have you sent thus far?" Rhys takes another swig of the beer, "Also, I thank you for your hospitality and waving us through that crowd, sir. The crowd looked tense and I... may have mildly exacerbated the situation by talking up some magic that had been done..."
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Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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Jayne moves along with the group to the tavern, not saying much. Upon entering the tavern, she opens up a little, her eyes taking in the interior with interest. Walking to the table, she leans in to Dyrdramande and says quietly, "I'm glad you came." When the elf looks at her, Jayne smiles.
As the drinks are being prepared, Jayne moves to the bar and offers to carry the drinks to the table. "I work at a tavern," she explains to the barkeep.
Back at the table, Jayne listens carefully to what Caedmon has to say about the tower and the following comments. She takes only a few small sips of her drink. At Rhys's comment about magic, the half-elf furrows her brow. "Is magic not accepted here?" she asks. "Down in Hal ... er, where I'm from, those with magic are encouraged to use it to help out. It's rare, but not discouraged."
Dyrdramande smiles at Jayne, and nods when she thanks her for coming along. She drinks Caedmon's offered beverage in sips, listening. When Icierys and Rhys ask their questions, she nods along, wondering the same things. She smiles at everyone at the table if they look at her, but otherwise stays silent, waiting for those with more social confidence to take care of the conversation.
He takes a moment to absorb all your questions, his lighthearted, welcoming expression slowly turning into a much more serious one. "The tower's been around before Wheldrek was even founded. We're not sure when it was created, but judging by the construction of it and it's condition, it could very well have been built bed ore the Sprawl showed up. It's tricky to navigate that part of the lake, so we try to stay away from it as much as possible. Whatever's in there has been causing trouble for around a week now, and it doesn't show any sign of slowing down. As to what kind of creature could be lying in there, we haven't a clue. Its scream sounds like nothing we've encountered before."
As he says this, an ear-piercing scream erupts from outdoors. It's shrill and high pitched, otherworldly even, and sends shivers down your spine. None of you recognize it. Avoiding eye contact, Caedmon stares at the floor in embarrassment, saying "That's what I was referring to. It stops after a few minutes, but this happens every night."
Looking at Jayne, he explains "Halworth is a very... comfortable town. It's full of activity, so it's natural that the people there would encourage magic. Up here, however, there's little immigration. We all know each other very well, and you all are the first we've seen capable of using magic. You can't blame them for being wary. They'll hopefully come around soon enough, assuming you stay with us a bit.
"That's coming from the tower?" Jayne asks, looking surprised.
Icierys falls silent as the scream pierces the air. When it stops, he says, "I've never heard anything like it." The dragonborn sips his ale again, fiddling with the tankard before looking at Caedmon. "When the scream happens, does anything happen immediately?"