Eirlys returns to their now former table to grab her bag. She gives several apologies to the barkeep, before following her companions out of the tavern. She nods along to the other explanations of magic. "There are ways of preforming magic in Crosslands legally, but it's quite difficult to get the proper certifications. Unless you wish to turn to alchemy, that is."She gives the other magic users a sympathetic look. They would note the light twang of a Es'verdai-el accent in her voice. "Whether or not you manage to obtain the certifications, it is still best to be careful when using it around strangers."
"I'm sorry that you had poor introduction to Crosslands. It is a strange place, but not wholly terrible."
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Walf startled by the others from the tavern turns and looks at them speaking "Group from tavern startle Walf. What group want from Walf and friends? Friends no use magic no more. Walf lead them away. Walf want no trouble with Moscato"
"We are not here to cause you trouble, just to see if we can help you." Davis informed Walf with a smile. "My companions and I knew that lot of thugs, the ones with the man that threw the chair, and we were trying to stop them from causing troubles with you. Then your friend decided to spit on them, and, well that was that." He chuckled softly, obviously amused by the antics. "None of us have any troubles with the fact you used magic, not that we would do anything about here and now anyway, and we are just looking to see if you need some help or companionship now."
Warf relaxes and smiles "Ah Warf thank Davis and kind friends. Warf and friends travel over Fogging Sea. Davis and friends from Crosslands? Yes, maybe Davis help Warf and friends."
"That is the plan my new friend." Davis says with a friendly smile and nod to Warf. "What brought you all here to the Crosslands anyway? You seem a bit far from home."
Durnir pats Warf on the back. "I saw them checking on us when we came in. They were more curious than hostile. And they did try to stop any violence before...pfft... Ahm, before Adaban's remarkable aim..... Rohohohohoho!" Durnir tried to hold back the laughter at the thought of Adaban spitting on the ruffians face, but fails horribly. A deep belly laugh erupts from him as he holds his side.
He looks at the three new faces and says "Sorry, where are my manners! I am Durnir Mudhelm, formally of Beros. I'm somewhat of a transplant on Es'Verdai-El now. We are on our Ris'fin-el. Well, I say we, but this fellow here(Durnir jestures to Adaban) we just met today! Nak'd as the day he was born! Just wandering around the docks. Rohohohoho! Not a stitch on him!" Durnir begins to laugh again, slapping his thigh.
"Ah, ahem."Eirlys clears her throat in embarrassment at forgetting to introduce herself. "Eirlys, also of the Moscato Beach Mercenary Guild."
Her brows furrow as Durnir tells of how they met Adaban. She turns towards the pale human. "Are you feeling well? Or did you accidentally lose your clothes...?"There seems to be genuine concern in her voice. "Oh, are all you feeling well?"
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(Khione, it’s doesn’t take much effort to discern from Ivy that she holds no ill intentions against your group. Additionally, you’re able to tell that Ivy is completely genuine in nature. She’s curious by default and it’s obvious to you that she’s guided by intuition and natural senses, more than their brain. Considering a short attention span, Ivy does dedicate their full attention to Walf as he speaks, listening with full intent and respect for the wise guidance of an elder. This dynamic confirms to you that Ivy’s reaction in the tavern was in defence/protection of their loyalty to personal bonds.)
Ivy looked thoughtful, nibbling on their snack while taking in the discussion revolving around the group. There was a lot to learn and more to know. She now had to be considerate on how and when to use magic around here. It was kind of a bummer… but those were the rules. Ivy’s expression looked a bit pouty, then she’d exhale in acceptance of them for now. She’d respect the rules, within reason. Durnir’s care for Adaban’s wounds was an acceptable exception to her.
Feeding off of the dwarf’s jolly energy, Ivy quickly perked back up to his deep belly laughs. The big blue eyes bounce from him to Eirlys who had introduced themselves in return. The woman showed concern and cared to check on everyone. Ivy’s full cheeks brighten, as does their smile. She swallows the rest of their snack before bouncing with excitement to introduce themself next. “Hi! I’m Ivy.” She gives a small, quick wave. “I’m well.” She bows their head to Eirlys. “Thank you.”
Her brows furrow as Durnir tells of how they met Adaban. She turns towards the pale human. "Are you feeling well? Or did you accidentally lose your clothes...?"There seems to be genuine concern in her voice. "Oh, are all you feeling well?"
"Feeling well?" You get the sense he doesn't quite get the gist of the question... "This one has been healed and is very well now. The stain of blood can be removed from the gifted clothes. Concern for one.. for I... is a great kindness, I is grateful for such." He seems to be trying the use of the singular first-person pronoun "I".
After finally deciding that the other group did not have any ill intentions towards her own band, Khione finally approached and planted herself between Davis and Eirlys, making direct eye contact with the other four as she spoke. "I wouldn't concern yourself with what others feel, especially regarding laws on magic. The rich and powerful of the Crosslands think that their word is law, no matter what anyone else has to say about it. If you truly believe your actions to be good, then that is all that matters." She said casually.
Walf smiles "Walf happy to meet all. The task is to learn ways of Crosslands....culture, nature, rules and other things. Walf think helping people of Crosslands, help friends learn about Crosslands."
You currently find yourselves in an alleyway a few properties over. Those of you that have been here a few days investigating the murders would know the general layout and information of Noir.
Population: around 700-800, 75% human, 10%Dwarf, 10%Halfling, 5% Other
Districts: Harbor District: Rigger's Retreat (tavern), Roy's Supplies (Mostly for ships), Angler Bait and Tackle, Moor Brother's Ship Repair Market/Guild District: Fish, Farm and Forest Market, Woodworkers (Woodcarving/Carpenter) Guild, Seaman's (Cartographer/Navigator) Guild, Brewer's Guild Domestic District: Housing, Village Hall/Community Center, Militia Barracks, Temples (Helm, Lavanthar, Chauntea, Umberlee)
As his laughs die down, Durnir looks to the three new comers "Moscato Beach Mercenary Guild. I think I heard of that, way back when. Don't know much about you all, but if you three are the example, they can't be half bad! We've gotten kicked out of one tavern this evening! Perhaps we should find a place to sleep. Oh, and if memory serves, there is a Temple to Helm here, I would like to visit it before we go. Do you three have any suggestions for lodgings?"
At the mention of lodging, Adaban turns to Durnir. "One does not have need of such." He holds up his left hand and you notice for the first time a very thin and narrow matte-finish ring colored exactly like his skin upon the left index finger. He slips it off and it magically changes size ever so slightly. He hands it to Durnir. "Would one retain on oneself for keeping safe? At time when communion is necessary, I will be there." He points at the ring. The porcelain white ring changes size to match whichever finger you put it on.
Khione's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at Durnir's request, knowing off the top of her head that the nearest place for lodging was a bit of a walk's away- meaning that her group of three would undoubtedly have to act as guides for these strangers. Not even bothering to be subtle about it, she leaned down to Eirlys and whispered into the halfling's ear. "I detected no malice or ill-intentions from this bunch, but something about them seems very off. Especially that human." She said, eyeing Adaban. "Davis will probably take the "noble" route and insist on aiding them, but I'm not so convinced we should trust them. What do you think?"
Ivy rocks on the balls of their feet nodding along absentmindedly. She'd watch the exchange between Durnir and Adaban with curiosity. Their head tilts, then their eyes soften and their face changes to an 'awe' look. Ivy would hold their hands to themself and lean in to whisper to Walf. "Is Adaban proposing?" It must have been love at first sight!
Walf thinks back to his studies and whispers back to Ivy "From what Walf remember there are lots of different ways for this...Some spit for luck, some break dishes, others everyone kisses the bride...Walf guess the bride is Durnir. Maybe Ivy and Walf kiss Durnir for luck?"
Eirlys tilts her head, listening to Khione. She looks between each of the strangers, watching their interactions for a few moments. "We should find them a place to stay." She whispers back. There was little reason to hide the fact they were quietly speaking, when Khione has to bend down to talk. So she just leans over, as she keeps her voice low. "Crosslands is very different from Es’verdai-el, and can give some cultural whiplash if not prepared." She pauses briefly, eyes narrowing as she considers a thought. A hand rubs the side of her neck as she sighs, before continuing."That may be it, but I agree that the man is... strange. He's not like me.If you believe something else is 'off' with them, would it not be best to keep an eye on them? They seem to trust us."
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At the mention of lodging, Adaban turns to Durnir. "One does not have need of such." He holds up his left hand and you notice for the first time a very thin and narrow matte-finish ring colored exactly like his skin upon the left index finger. He slips it off and it magically changes size ever so slightly. He hands it to Durnir. "Would one retain on oneself for keeping safe? At time when communion is necessary, I will be there." He points at the ring. The porcelain white ring changes size to match whichever finger you put it on.
Durnir looks at the ring, and takes it hesitantly. "Uhh... That's mighty kind of you. I'm... flattered? But, I'll be honest with ye. I prefer Dwarf Women. Short, square shouldered, glistening beard, can crush a man's skull with a single blow. That's the lass for me. But, I suppose I can hold onto it for you for now. Oh, neat, it changes size." Durnir will remove the gauntlet on his right hand, and place the ring on his pinky.
"Dwarf Women?" Adaban tilts his head, then begins to laugh. "Ere ges de vandi! One does not seek as such, only to keep safe! To remain legal will be difficult for one when the time of communion is present. A vessel must be retained by one who is trusted, lest other take it."
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Eirlys returns to their now former table to grab her bag. She gives several apologies to the barkeep, before following her companions out of the tavern. She nods along to the other explanations of magic. "There are ways of preforming magic in Crosslands legally, but it's quite difficult to get the proper certifications. Unless you wish to turn to alchemy, that is." She gives the other magic users a sympathetic look. They would note the light twang of a Es'verdai-el accent in her voice. "Whether or not you manage to obtain the certifications, it is still best to be careful when using it around strangers."
"I'm sorry that you had poor introduction to Crosslands. It is a strange place, but not wholly terrible."
The ever growing document of character concepts can never be too long, can it?
Walf startled by the others from the tavern turns and looks at them speaking "Group from tavern startle Walf. What group want from Walf and friends? Friends no use magic no more. Walf lead them away. Walf want no trouble with Moscato"
"We are not here to cause you trouble, just to see if we can help you." Davis informed Walf with a smile. "My companions and I knew that lot of thugs, the ones with the man that threw the chair, and we were trying to stop them from causing troubles with you. Then your friend decided to spit on them, and, well that was that." He chuckled softly, obviously amused by the antics. "None of us have any troubles with the fact you used magic, not that we would do anything about here and now anyway, and we are just looking to see if you need some help or companionship now."
Warf relaxes and smiles "Ah Warf thank Davis and kind friends. Warf and friends travel over Fogging Sea. Davis and friends from Crosslands? Yes, maybe Davis help Warf and friends."
"That is the plan my new friend." Davis says with a friendly smile and nod to Warf. "What brought you all here to the Crosslands anyway? You seem a bit far from home."
Durnir pats Warf on the back. "I saw them checking on us when we came in. They were more curious than hostile. And they did try to stop any violence before...pfft... Ahm, before Adaban's remarkable aim..... Rohohohohoho!" Durnir tried to hold back the laughter at the thought of Adaban spitting on the ruffians face, but fails horribly. A deep belly laugh erupts from him as he holds his side.
He looks at the three new faces and says "Sorry, where are my manners! I am Durnir Mudhelm, formally of Beros. I'm somewhat of a transplant on Es'Verdai-El now. We are on our Ris'fin-el. Well, I say we, but this fellow here (Durnir jestures to Adaban) we just met today! Nak'd as the day he was born! Just wandering around the docks. Rohohohoho! Not a stitch on him!" Durnir begins to laugh again, slapping his thigh.
"Ah, ahem." Eirlys clears her throat in embarrassment at forgetting to introduce herself. "Eirlys, also of the Moscato Beach Mercenary Guild."
Her brows furrow as Durnir tells of how they met Adaban. She turns towards the pale human. "Are you feeling well? Or did you accidentally lose your clothes...?" There seems to be genuine concern in her voice. "Oh, are all you feeling well?"
The ever growing document of character concepts can never be too long, can it?
(Khione, it’s doesn’t take much effort to discern from Ivy that she holds no ill intentions against your group. Additionally, you’re able to tell that Ivy is completely genuine in nature. She’s curious by default and it’s obvious to you that she’s guided by intuition and natural senses, more than their brain. Considering a short attention span, Ivy does dedicate their full attention to Walf as he speaks, listening with full intent and respect for the wise guidance of an elder. This dynamic confirms to you that Ivy’s reaction in the tavern was in defence/protection of their loyalty to personal bonds.)
Ivy looked thoughtful, nibbling on their snack while taking in the discussion revolving around the group. There was a lot to learn and more to know. She now had to be considerate on how and when to use magic around here. It was kind of a bummer… but those were the rules. Ivy’s expression looked a bit pouty, then she’d exhale in acceptance of them for now. She’d respect the rules, within reason. Durnir’s care for Adaban’s wounds was an acceptable exception to her.
Feeding off of the dwarf’s jolly energy, Ivy quickly perked back up to his deep belly laughs. The big blue eyes bounce from him to Eirlys who had introduced themselves in return. The woman showed concern and cared to check on everyone. Ivy’s full cheeks brighten, as does their smile. She swallows the rest of their snack before bouncing with excitement to introduce themself next. “Hi! I’m Ivy.” She gives a small, quick wave. “I’m well.” She bows their head to Eirlys. “Thank you.”
just an unstable unicorn.
"Feeling well?" You get the sense he doesn't quite get the gist of the question... "This one has been healed and is very well now. The stain of blood can be removed from the gifted clothes. Concern for one.. for I... is a great kindness, I is grateful for such." He seems to be trying the use of the singular first-person pronoun "I".
After finally deciding that the other group did not have any ill intentions towards her own band, Khione finally approached and planted herself between Davis and Eirlys, making direct eye contact with the other four as she spoke. "I wouldn't concern yourself with what others feel, especially regarding laws on magic. The rich and powerful of the Crosslands think that their word is law, no matter what anyone else has to say about it. If you truly believe your actions to be good, then that is all that matters." She said casually.
Walf smiles "Walf happy to meet all. The task is to learn ways of Crosslands....culture, nature, rules and other things. Walf think helping people of Crosslands, help friends learn about Crosslands."
You currently find yourselves in an alleyway a few properties over. Those of you that have been here a few days investigating the murders would know the general layout and information of Noir.
Population: around 700-800, 75% human, 10%Dwarf, 10%Halfling, 5% Other
Districts:
Harbor District: Rigger's Retreat (tavern), Roy's Supplies (Mostly for ships), Angler Bait and Tackle, Moor Brother's Ship Repair
Market/Guild District: Fish, Farm and Forest Market, Woodworkers (Woodcarving/Carpenter) Guild, Seaman's (Cartographer/Navigator) Guild, Brewer's Guild
Domestic District: Housing, Village Hall/Community Center, Militia Barracks, Temples (Helm, Lavanthar, Chauntea, Umberlee)
As his laughs die down, Durnir looks to the three new comers "Moscato Beach Mercenary Guild. I think I heard of that, way back when. Don't know much about you all, but if you three are the example, they can't be half bad! We've gotten kicked out of one tavern this evening! Perhaps we should find a place to sleep. Oh, and if memory serves, there is a Temple to Helm here, I would like to visit it before we go. Do you three have any suggestions for lodgings?"
At the mention of lodging, Adaban turns to Durnir. "One does not have need of such." He holds up his left hand and you notice for the first time a very thin and narrow matte-finish ring colored exactly like his skin upon the left index finger. He slips it off and it magically changes size ever so slightly. He hands it to Durnir. "Would one retain on oneself for keeping safe? At time when communion is necessary, I will be there." He points at the ring. The porcelain white ring changes size to match whichever finger you put it on.
Khione's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at Durnir's request, knowing off the top of her head that the nearest place for lodging was a bit of a walk's away- meaning that her group of three would undoubtedly have to act as guides for these strangers. Not even bothering to be subtle about it, she leaned down to Eirlys and whispered into the halfling's ear. "I detected no malice or ill-intentions from this bunch, but something about them seems very off. Especially that human." She said, eyeing Adaban. "Davis will probably take the "noble" route and insist on aiding them, but I'm not so convinced we should trust them. What do you think?"
Ivy rocks on the balls of their feet nodding along absentmindedly. She'd watch the exchange between Durnir and Adaban with curiosity. Their head tilts, then their eyes soften and their face changes to an 'awe' look. Ivy would hold their hands to themself and lean in to whisper to Walf. "Is Adaban proposing?" It must have been love at first sight!
just an unstable unicorn.
Walf thinks back to his studies and whispers back to Ivy "From what Walf remember there are lots of different ways for this...Some spit for luck, some break dishes, others everyone kisses the bride...Walf guess the bride is Durnir. Maybe Ivy and Walf kiss Durnir for luck?"
Eirlys tilts her head, listening to Khione. She looks between each of the strangers, watching their interactions for a few moments. "We should find them a place to stay." She whispers back. There was little reason to hide the fact they were quietly speaking, when Khione has to bend down to talk. So she just leans over, as she keeps her voice low. "Crosslands is very different from Es’verdai-el, and can give some cultural whiplash if not prepared." She pauses briefly, eyes narrowing as she considers a thought. A hand rubs the side of her neck as she sighs, before continuing. "That may be it, but I agree that the man is... strange. He's not like me. If you believe something else is 'off' with them, would it not be best to keep an eye on them? They seem to trust us."
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Durnir looks at the ring, and takes it hesitantly. "Uhh... That's mighty kind of you. I'm... flattered? But, I'll be honest with ye. I prefer Dwarf Women. Short, square shouldered, glistening beard, can crush a man's skull with a single blow. That's the lass for me. But, I suppose I can hold onto it for you for now. Oh, neat, it changes size." Durnir will remove the gauntlet on his right hand, and place the ring on his pinky.
"Dwarf Women?" Adaban tilts his head, then begins to laugh. "Ere ges de vandi! One does not seek as such, only to keep safe! To remain legal will be difficult for one when the time of communion is present. A vessel must be retained by one who is trusted, lest other take it."