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20
"Alright, Walter," Mylene says in an almost sing-song voice. "Perhaps it's time to discuss those bracers, yes? They don't belong to you, now do they? How did you get my bracers? And what, exactly, did you do to me? Or are you just some opportunistic hillbilly who happened upon what seemed an easy bit of robbery? You still may have answers to questions I have, so do please politely provide the answers, and prove how valuable you can be to me alive so that you stay that way. "
"A feisty one then." Walter says, though he glances at the rapier with a bit of alarm. His eyes jerk around, trying to see if anyone is around to aid him. "The bracers?" He asks, holding up his arms to show them off. "I've had these for years, what business are they of yours?" He looks confused at the thought that he had taken them from you. "I never laid eyes on you before just now, when you appeared out of thin air next to me." His eyes keep moving back to the path though, clearly looking for his friend. as you prod him with the point of the blade though he swallows hard. "I aint got no beef with you. If you want the bracers, then take em..." He starts to tug them off. "I took em off a dead elf a year or two back, but they aren't worth getting myself killed over."
Mylene Durza
Insight roll on the man's claim to have found the bracers year prior on an elf corpse: 20
"Go ahead, drop them there. Found them on a dead elf a few years back, you say? Strange, then why are they so clearly familiar to me?" "
Myelene notices him glancing about for aid.
"You're looking for Higgul? Perhaps I'm better rid of you now, rather than dealing with two of you at a time. You stole from me, Walter. Whether you know it or not. You stole from me. Further you made rude insinuations and forced me to, ugh, barter with someone of lower station. You dared look on me without my permission. Were I a lesser woman I imagine you would have done a lot more than just 'look' if greed hadn't gotten the better of your lust. How is the world not better off without a man like you? How am I not better off without you, for that matter?"
"You got to have someone to watch your back." Walter says, clearly trying to come up with some reason for you to not run him through. "I could be that someone. I am not the most scrupulous person in the world, so could do what jobs are beneath you. Higgul will follow my lead and we could be your servants if that is what you want..." As for his statement on where he found the bracers, it rings as truth.
Honor nods as she wrestles with the chain, the fastenings unfamiliar. "They usually have guards, or are the bandits new? I assume the caravan crew isn't new. You have names or descriptions for any of them?"She pauses to settle the armor and think of any other questions. "Anything on the list unique, if I saw it for sale somewhere?"
“Phandalin. It sounds like a nice place. I’ll head there.” he stands and heads for the door, then turns back toward Daran one last time for now. He gives him a wave and wishes him well, then heads out toward Phandalin. As he enters the town, he looks around and heads in the direction of the shrine.
As you leave the orchard you come into Phandalin at the opposite end from Lionshield Coster. You pass a few ruins on your way and see a small blond child-looking person walking ahead of you, going to the Inn just past the shrine. Across form the inn and the shrin eis the Town Hall.
Just as Honor has finished getting equipped with the gear the door opens again. Latrious comes walking inside, followed a moment later by Naivara.
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"Haven't seen you two around here before." Linene says as the two enter. "Are you new in town?" Her eyes travel from Honor to the new two, then back to Honor. "And are you looking for a job? I just gave this fine woman a task, but there is a good chance she will need some help with it..."
Tessa sees the shrine and moves past it. She has no desire to commune with the gods, just as she is certain they do not desire to commune with her. The comings and goings of a small town official interest her not at all. But an inn, now an inn would surely have some ale and possibly some raspberries.
Tessa makes her way to the inn.
In the center of town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity.
A human serving woman nods to Tessa as the halfling enters. "Please take a seat and I'll be right over to take your order." she waves to several empty tables around the room.
Honor is a Tiefling, her skin the 'traditional' bright red, her pupil-less eyes a bright yellow, verging on gold. Conventionally attractive if you don't mind the demonic heritage, her black hair falls in loose waves around her face, framed by two ibex-like horns which curve back to follow the slope of her skull, almost like a helm. She has an athletic build -- or she must, to be able to wear chain mail so easily. She looks at the two newcomers with an air of interest.
"Either of you fancy yourselves investigators?"she asks.
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Tessa
Tessa grabs the serving woman's hand. She says to her, "I don't know where I am. Or how I came to be here. I have no money. Might I trouble you for whatever you may spare to eat and some water? Also any info on where I am. I am an adventurer by trade. Perhaps you know of someone needing the aid of a sharp blade and sharper wits?" Tessa smiles at her and uses her honest bewilderment to help encourage the woman to aid her.
Naivara was still in the process of braiding her hair back when she enters. She's thin but strong, and her tan skin seems to have shades of green if looked at long enough. Her ears and eye shape give away her half-elf status, and while her clothes are ill fitting she also has a quiver on her back, though no bow or arrows. She's taken aback by the question, "Well... yes... but I'm afraid that I don't have anything that would be of use for any potential danger like you have," she nods to Honor's armor.
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Mylene Durza
She ponders Walter's words for a moment, putting a finger to her pursed lips, while holding the rapier level with her other hand. After drawing it out for a moment, she pulls the blade back a few inches and says,"Congratulations, Walter. You've made a compelling argument. You and your friend will be motivated by later payment well enough that I can trust you to hold up your end of things in the meantime. You used logic and reason. The fact that you're a bit unscrupulous means I can count on you to get your hands dirty, when needed, and you have enough wits about you to see the value in a long term investment over a short term act of poor judgment."
"I can't be completely reliant on you, nor can I make a scene when I get into your little hamlet. I also am unwilling to solely rely on your word, so I will expect to remain armed myself in case either of you should err in judgment and put short term gain over long term profit. I'll need you to give me clothes and armor, and I will remain armed. I leave the choice to you - the longbow or the rapier. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable with the blade, and entrust me the longbow. You'll be reimbursed as soon as I have the opportunity to do so."
In an entirely different tone, no musicality to it, no flirtatiousness or distraction, but absolute seriousness Mylene says, "Hear me now. If you support me now, when I am at my lowest, you will be rewarded. When I reclaim what is mine -" she does not know what that is, but feels sure it is something, thus her oath feels genuine "-I will see my loyal minions - or servants, allies, however you all prefer to think of yourself - rewarded. Respect me and do not break my trust, and I give you my word we will remain allies to one another's mutual benefit. In the meantime, your choice - which weapon am I to keep on my person? And again, clothes and armor, please. I'm but a frail girl, and a robust man such as yourself has less concern for injury, surely."
If there is confusion, Mylene adds, "The armor will fit me well enough. As for clothes, do you carry a spare outfit? The cloak alone is a bit risque for these bucolic rural tastes, surely. I will obtain something suitable when we have better access, but I can't very well wander into town like this. No one would get anything done - imagine the carriage accidents we would cause."
She smiles, now with the appearance of making jokes among friends, as she shifts gears, now entertaining the idea of working alongside this man, at least until he disappoints her or betrays her trust. She has offered him a genuine contract, in this. She extends a hand, knowing that if he was ever going to take an opportunity to try to draw his dagger on her, this will be it, ready to React to end him if he takes the predictable choice of betrayal, but also ready to hold up her end if he does not.
"I normally don't touch common folk, but in these strange circumstances I will allow you to 'shake on it,' as you might put it."
The "woman" leaned on the wall. "You certainly can ask, but I can not promise to answer ... man. Judging by the voice. And it would be better if you come out where I can see you. Just in case."
There was no aggression in her voice, only reasonable caution and she did not make any aggressive move. In the light, coming from the openings in the wall, the stranger in the dark could see a drow. No, not really a drow - anyone who ever saw half-elf could see the difference. But white hair combined with dark enough skin were bringing that word to mind first. The quite spacious dark robe - probably too spacious for her body, was of the kind that mages love so much. And she was staring into the darkness as if used to see through it.
After the woman heard me, she turned around and leaned on the wall. Better for me, I could get a better look at her now. I saw a... elf? No, while the woman definitely resembled an elf, she was not one - or at least, not a full elf. Either way, she didn't seem surprised by me, or aggressive, for that matter. Taking a better look at her, I could see that she had white hair, and dark skin (dark as in, pale dark? or what? I may need a bit more of a description), which, I thought to myself, looked similar to my skin. Dismissing the thought, I called out to her, continuing to stay shrouded in the darkness, "You aren't afraid of a stranger's voice calling out to you in the dark?" On closer inspection, I could tell that she wasn't simply facing the way she heard my voice, but rather, she was able to see, to some degree, me, even in near darkness."And I'm afraid that I won't be able to step out, at least not unless you're comfortable with talking to a nude stranger in the dark." Laughing a bit at myself, I continued, "You wouldn't happen to have an extra cloak, or some other form of covering, would you?"
From the voice, you discern that you're speaking to a younger adult, maybe around the age of 20, and, through the darkness, you can see that he's fairly tall, probably a bit taller than yourself. You can't make out any specific details about him, though, because he's standing out of the light.
Tessa grabs the serving woman's hand. She says to her, "I don't know where I am. Or how I came to be here. I have no money. Might I trouble you for whatever you may spare to eat and some water? Also any info on where I am. I am an adventurer by trade. Perhaps you know of someone needing the aid of a sharp blade and sharper wits?" Tessa smiles at her and uses her honest bewilderment to help encourage the woman to aid her.
Persuasion: 13
Serving woman's Insight: 5
"Oh, you poor dear." The woman says with a frown. "Have a seat and I'll see what we can put together for you." she moves from the other patrons and leads you to a table. Once there she has you take a seat, then moves away. She returns a moment later with a tankard of water, some bread, and some meat. "Here you be. Go ahead, it is on the house." She pauses then. "I don't know of anyone looking for work to be done, but I can send the owner out in a moment and he can tell you if he knows anything."
(The picture in group list is pretty accurate. Even in the dark room we are in, it is obvious, the skin is not charcoal black, but rather the shade of a very strong tan. The eyes also look darker than white-pale shade of drow, more like true silver.)
Vilana raised her brows and smiled to some thought, but answered: "As a matter of fact I do." She unpacked a small bundle in her hands, produced another dark robe from it and threw in the direction of the voice. "Scary type "strange voices from the dark" rarely address someone as "woman" and admit their nakedness. And naked strangers in the dark are not that scary. Usually." She smiled again.
"If you are decent already, you can come out. And - no, I am not afraid of you. You had a drop on me, but did not attack. Good enough for me."
Naivara was still in the process of braiding her hair back when she enters. She's thin but strong, and her tan skin seems to have shades of green if looked at long enough. Her ears and eye shape give away her half-elf status, and while her clothes are ill fitting she also has a quiver on her back, though no bow or arrows. She's taken aback by the question, "Well... yes... but I'm afraid that I don't have anything that would be of use for any potential danger like you have," she nods to Honor's armor.
"Well, I gave her what she has as down payment for the work she is doing for me." The shop owner says with a shrug. "Don't see why i couldn't do the same for you... What sorts of gear would you normally use?" She glances at the empty quiver. "Guessing a bow for starters... Studded leather, shortsword, and a dagger suit?"
Looking around, he continues heading towards the shrine. He looks to see who it might be for, what it looks like, and if anyone else is there.
Religion check: 20
You enter the shrine to find an elven woman currently in the process of stuffing a box filled with ragtag clothing back into a corner. She glances up at you with a smile. The alter is in the center of the small chamber, which looks to have been built with stones taken from the surrounding ruins. The alter has the symbol of a face-up coin on it, as does the elven female. You have no idea at all whom that symbol might represent.
"Can I help you with something?" The elven woman asks as she mvoes to stand next to hte shrine herself.
She ponders Walter's words for a moment, putting a finger to her pursed lips, while holding the rapier level with her other hand. After drawing it out for a moment, she pulls the blade back a few inches and says,"Congratulations, Walter. You've made a compelling argument. You and your friend will be motivated by later payment well enough that I can trust you to hold up your end of things in the meantime. You used logic and reason. The fact that you're a bit unscrupulous means I can count on you to get your hands dirty, when needed, and you have enough wits about you to see the value in a long term investment over a short term act of poor judgment."
"I can't be completely reliant on you, nor can I make a scene when I get into your little hamlet. I also am unwilling to solely rely on your word, so I will expect to remain armed myself in case either of you should err in judgment and put short term gain over long term profit. I'll need you to give me clothes and armor, and I will remain armed. I leave the choice to you - the longbow or the rapier. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable with the blade, and entrust me the longbow. You'll be reimbursed as soon as I have the opportunity to do so."
In an entirely different tone, no musicality to it, no flirtatiousness or distraction, but absolute seriousness Mylene says, "Hear me now. If you support me now, when I am at my lowest, you will be rewarded. When I reclaim what is mine -" she does not know what that is, but feels sure it is something, thus her oath feels genuine "-I will see my loyal minions - or servants, allies, however you all prefer to think of yourself - rewarded. Respect me and do not break my trust, and I give you my word we will remain allies to one another's mutual benefit. In the meantime, your choice - which weapon am I to keep on my person? And again, clothes and armor, please. I'm but a frail girl, and a robust man such as yourself has less concern for injury, surely."
If there is confusion, Mylene adds, "The armor will fit me well enough. As for clothes, do you carry a spare outfit? The cloak alone is a bit risque for these bucolic rural tastes, surely. I will obtain something suitable when we have better access, but I can't very well wander into town like this. No one would get anything done - imagine the carriage accidents we would cause."
She smiles, now with the appearance of making jokes among friends, as she shifts gears, now entertaining the idea of working alongside this man, at least until he disappoints her or betrays her trust. She has offered him a genuine contract, in this. She extends a hand, knowing that if he was ever going to take an opportunity to try to draw his dagger on her, this will be it, ready to React to end him if he takes the predictable choice of betrayal, but also ready to hold up her end if he does not.
"I normally don't touch common folk, but in these strange circumstances I will allow you to 'shake on it,' as you might put it."
Persuasion: 24
"Seems good to me." Walter says with a sigh of relief. He takes your hand, almost daintily, clearly more worried about offending you than much of anything else at this point. "You can have which ever weapon you like." He says, tugging the bracers off. He holds them out to you. "I will explain matters to Hubbul whenever he finally gets here. As for clothes, I can give you my tunic, and I have more clothes in my house in town, so can get you something more there. we also have a general store, as well as an outfitter, in town, so should be able to get more suitable items when we get some money to buy things with." He is already starting to disrobe as you take the bracers from his hand...
As you touch the item that called to you, a power floods through your entire body. A piece of yourself has come home, changing you, making you more whole. You sense that there is a lot of these pieces still missing though, but the feeling of joining with a piece of yourself, however small, is enough to push that aside for the moment. With the sensation comes a memory. A memory of...
You have a flash of memory as you come into contact with the bracers. You see yourself with a man with dark blue/purple scaly skin, a set of horns growing up and back from his head, and fangs. He has a viking-style beard, a forked tail, and silvery eyes. The two of you stand over a dead elven male. As the memory ends you and the teifling are slipping out of your clothes and moving to each other. You will recognize the Tiefling as Leto whenever you meet.
Tessa takes the woman's hand as she says, "Bless you for your kindness! You have been most gracious! And where might I be?" Tessa smiles at her and reaches to dine on what she brought forth.
"I feel you are being honest with me." The wizard says with a nod to you. "How about we test your resolve and willingness to become a part of my crew? I could use a warrior like yourself after all..." He looks you over in the cloak you have on. "How about you get some gear from our supplies while I decide what task would be a good option to put you to?" He nods to his guards. "These two can put you to some sort of work in the meantime, and make sure you don't get yourself into trouble. Are you amenable to that?"
Taking a second to think, Leto replies "I appreciate the... opportunity. Though I don't feel I'm much with a sword." Looking around the room, and at the two guards "And I still would like to know where I am. As the world faded I found myself here, like this." Gesturing to his nearly naked body. He continues "Perhaps there is a reason I am here. What is it I should call you? I am Leto Atreus. What would you have me do?"
"This mage clearly has power." Leto thinks to himself "and at the moment, I have none. I must do what I must do" He then stands up to follow the guards out, after waiting for at least an introduction.
"You got to have someone to watch your back." Walter says, clearly trying to come up with some reason for you to not run him through. "I could be that someone. I am not the most scrupulous person in the world, so could do what jobs are beneath you. Higgul will follow my lead and we could be your servants if that is what you want..." As for his statement on where he found the bracers, it rings as truth.
Honor
Honor nods as she wrestles with the chain, the fastenings unfamiliar. "They usually have guards, or are the bandits new? I assume the caravan crew isn't new. You have names or descriptions for any of them?" She pauses to settle the armor and think of any other questions. "Anything on the list unique, if I saw it for sale somewhere?"
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Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
As you leave the orchard you come into Phandalin at the opposite end from Lionshield Coster. You pass a few ruins on your way and see a small blond child-looking person walking ahead of you, going to the Inn just past the shrine. Across form the inn and the shrin eis the Town Hall.
Honor, Latrius, and Naivara
Just as Honor has finished getting equipped with the gear the door opens again. Latrious comes walking inside, followed a moment later by Naivara.
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"Haven't seen you two around here before." Linene says as the two enter. "Are you new in town?" Her eyes travel from Honor to the new two, then back to Honor. "And are you looking for a job? I just gave this fine woman a task, but there is a good chance she will need some help with it..."
In the center of town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity.
A human serving woman nods to Tessa as the halfling enters. "Please take a seat and I'll be right over to take your order." she waves to several empty tables around the room.
Honor
Honor is a Tiefling, her skin the 'traditional' bright red, her pupil-less eyes a bright yellow, verging on gold. Conventionally attractive if you don't mind the demonic heritage, her black hair falls in loose waves around her face, framed by two ibex-like horns which curve back to follow the slope of her skull, almost like a helm. She has an athletic build -- or she must, to be able to wear chain mail so easily. She looks at the two newcomers with an air of interest.
"Either of you fancy yourselves investigators?" she asks.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Tessa
Tessa grabs the serving woman's hand. She says to her, "I don't know where I am. Or how I came to be here. I have no money. Might I trouble you for whatever you may spare to eat and some water? Also any info on where I am. I am an adventurer by trade. Perhaps you know of someone needing the aid of a sharp blade and sharper wits?" Tessa smiles at her and uses her honest bewilderment to help encourage the woman to aid her.
Persuasion: 13
Naivara was still in the process of braiding her hair back when she enters. She's thin but strong, and her tan skin seems to have shades of green if looked at long enough. Her ears and eye shape give away her half-elf status, and while her clothes are ill fitting she also has a quiver on her back, though no bow or arrows. She's taken aback by the question, "Well... yes... but I'm afraid that I don't have anything that would be of use for any potential danger like you have," she nods to Honor's armor.
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Looking around, he continues heading towards the shrine. He looks to see who it might be for, what it looks like, and if anyone else is there.
Religion check: 22
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Mylene Durza
She ponders Walter's words for a moment, putting a finger to her pursed lips, while holding the rapier level with her other hand. After drawing it out for a moment, she pulls the blade back a few inches and says, "Congratulations, Walter. You've made a compelling argument. You and your friend will be motivated by later payment well enough that I can trust you to hold up your end of things in the meantime. You used logic and reason. The fact that you're a bit unscrupulous means I can count on you to get your hands dirty, when needed, and you have enough wits about you to see the value in a long term investment over a short term act of poor judgment."
"I can't be completely reliant on you, nor can I make a scene when I get into your little hamlet. I also am unwilling to solely rely on your word, so I will expect to remain armed myself in case either of you should err in judgment and put short term gain over long term profit. I'll need you to give me clothes and armor, and I will remain armed. I leave the choice to you - the longbow or the rapier. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable with the blade, and entrust me the longbow. You'll be reimbursed as soon as I have the opportunity to do so."
In an entirely different tone, no musicality to it, no flirtatiousness or distraction, but absolute seriousness Mylene says, "Hear me now. If you support me now, when I am at my lowest, you will be rewarded. When I reclaim what is mine -" she does not know what that is, but feels sure it is something, thus her oath feels genuine "-I will see my loyal minions - or servants, allies, however you all prefer to think of yourself - rewarded. Respect me and do not break my trust, and I give you my word we will remain allies to one another's mutual benefit. In the meantime, your choice - which weapon am I to keep on my person? And again, clothes and armor, please. I'm but a frail girl, and a robust man such as yourself has less concern for injury, surely."
If there is confusion, Mylene adds, "The armor will fit me well enough. As for clothes, do you carry a spare outfit? The cloak alone is a bit risque for these bucolic rural tastes, surely. I will obtain something suitable when we have better access, but I can't very well wander into town like this. No one would get anything done - imagine the carriage accidents we would cause."
She smiles, now with the appearance of making jokes among friends, as she shifts gears, now entertaining the idea of working alongside this man, at least until he disappoints her or betrays her trust. She has offered him a genuine contract, in this. She extends a hand, knowing that if he was ever going to take an opportunity to try to draw his dagger on her, this will be it, ready to React to end him if he takes the predictable choice of betrayal, but also ready to hold up her end if he does not.
"I normally don't touch common folk, but in these strange circumstances I will allow you to 'shake on it,' as you might put it."
Persuasion: 19
Vilana
The "woman" leaned on the wall. "You certainly can ask, but I can not promise to answer ... man. Judging by the voice. And it would be better if you come out where I can see you. Just in case."
There was no aggression in her voice, only reasonable caution and she did not make any aggressive move. In the light, coming from the openings in the wall, the stranger in the dark could see a drow. No, not really a drow - anyone who ever saw half-elf could see the difference. But white hair combined with dark enough skin were bringing that word to mind first. The quite spacious dark robe - probably too spacious for her body, was of the kind that mages love so much. And she was staring into the darkness as if used to see through it.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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Sylcan Naïlo: (To Vilana)
After the woman heard me, she turned around and leaned on the wall. Better for me, I could get a better look at her now. I saw a... elf? No, while the woman definitely resembled an elf, she was not one - or at least, not a full elf. Either way, she didn't seem surprised by me, or aggressive, for that matter. Taking a better look at her, I could see that she had white hair, and dark skin (dark as in, pale dark? or what? I may need a bit more of a description), which, I thought to myself, looked similar to my skin. Dismissing the thought, I called out to her, continuing to stay shrouded in the darkness, "You aren't afraid of a stranger's voice calling out to you in the dark?" On closer inspection, I could tell that she wasn't simply facing the way she heard my voice, but rather, she was able to see, to some degree, me, even in near darkness. "And I'm afraid that I won't be able to step out, at least not unless you're comfortable with talking to a nude stranger in the dark." Laughing a bit at myself, I continued, "You wouldn't happen to have an extra cloak, or some other form of covering, would you?"
From the voice, you discern that you're speaking to a younger adult, maybe around the age of 20, and, through the darkness, you can see that he's fairly tall, probably a bit taller than yourself. You can't make out any specific details about him, though, because he's standing out of the light.
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Serving woman's Insight: 5
"Oh, you poor dear." The woman says with a frown. "Have a seat and I'll see what we can put together for you." she moves from the other patrons and leads you to a table. Once there she has you take a seat, then moves away. She returns a moment later with a tankard of water, some bread, and some meat. "Here you be. Go ahead, it is on the house." She pauses then. "I don't know of anyone looking for work to be done, but I can send the owner out in a moment and he can tell you if he knows anything."
Vilana / Sylcan Naïlo
(The picture in group list is pretty accurate. Even in the dark room we are in, it is obvious, the skin is not charcoal black, but rather the shade of a very strong tan. The eyes also look darker than white-pale shade of drow, more like true silver.)
Vilana raised her brows and smiled to some thought, but answered: "As a matter of fact I do." She unpacked a small bundle in her hands, produced another dark robe from it and threw in the direction of the voice. "Scary type "strange voices from the dark" rarely address someone as "woman" and admit their nakedness. And naked strangers in the dark are not that scary. Usually." She smiled again.
"If you are decent already, you can come out. And - no, I am not afraid of you. You had a drop on me, but did not attack. Good enough for me."
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
"Well, I gave her what she has as down payment for the work she is doing for me." The shop owner says with a shrug. "Don't see why i couldn't do the same for you... What sorts of gear would you normally use?" She glances at the empty quiver. "Guessing a bow for starters... Studded leather, shortsword, and a dagger suit?"
You enter the shrine to find an elven woman currently in the process of stuffing a box filled with ragtag clothing back into a corner. She glances up at you with a smile. The alter is in the center of the small chamber, which looks to have been built with stones taken from the surrounding ruins. The alter has the symbol of a face-up coin on it, as does the elven female. You have no idea at all whom that symbol might represent.
"Can I help you with something?" The elven woman asks as she mvoes to stand next to hte shrine herself.
"Seems good to me." Walter says with a sigh of relief. He takes your hand, almost daintily, clearly more worried about offending you than much of anything else at this point. "You can have which ever weapon you like." He says, tugging the bracers off. He holds them out to you. "I will explain matters to Hubbul whenever he finally gets here. As for clothes, I can give you my tunic, and I have more clothes in my house in town, so can get you something more there. we also have a general store, as well as an outfitter, in town, so should be able to get more suitable items when we get some money to buy things with." He is already starting to disrobe as you take the bracers from his hand...
As you touch the item that called to you, a power floods through your entire body. A piece of yourself has come home, changing you, making you more whole. You sense that there is a lot of these pieces still missing though, but the feeling of joining with a piece of yourself, however small, is enough to push that aside for the moment. With the sensation comes a memory. A memory of...
6
1 = loved one.
2 = hated foe.
3 = favorite pet.
4 = family.
5 = homeland.
6 = event from past.
You have a flash of memory as you come into contact with the bracers. You see yourself with a man with dark blue/purple scaly skin, a set of horns growing up and back from his head, and fangs. He has a viking-style beard, a forked tail, and silvery eyes. The two of you stand over a dead elven male. As the memory ends you and the teifling are slipping out of your clothes and moving to each other. You will recognize the Tiefling as Leto whenever you meet.
"Ya, I mean," Naivara says, "that's very generous of you. What job do you need help with?"
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Tessa
Tessa takes the woman's hand as she says, "Bless you for your kindness! You have been most gracious! And where might I be?" Tessa smiles at her and reaches to dine on what she brought forth.
Leto
Taking a second to think, Leto replies "I appreciate the... opportunity. Though I don't feel I'm much with a sword." Looking around the room, and at the two guards "And I still would like to know where I am. As the world faded I found myself here, like this." Gesturing to his nearly naked body. He continues "Perhaps there is a reason I am here. What is it I should call you? I am Leto Atreus. What would you have me do?"
"This mage clearly has power." Leto thinks to himself "and at the moment, I have none. I must do what I must do" He then stands up to follow the guards out, after waiting for at least an introduction.
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