"You as well, my tall friend. Enjoy the ales!" The halfling woman says to Krenak, now turning to see the genasi before her searching his person for a silver coin and eyeing his appearance with what appears to be a mix of awe, curiosity, and slight anxiety. "Um... don't mention it! Irven ought to be here any moment now... Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, Orrel, keep your voice down!" She shouts as she moves down to another side of the bar.
As Adran sets his huge backpack down by the door, he scurries over to Veldan. "Since it seems that you are making some friends, sir, I am going to go sit by the fire and dry off. Make sure they can't do anything for you before you ask me, please," The retainer mutters as he shivers his way over to the hearth, sitting as far away from any of the other patrons around it as possible.
Some sunlight creeps through the western windows as the cloud layer breaks slightly and the rain lets up a little bit. The messenger leaves the Drake as she thumbs through some envelopes, and the dwarves begin putting away their cards.
"Indeed, my good elvish friend!" Kenrak said, turning to Valden. "My name is Kenrak Brightscales, acolyte and warrior in the service of the Lady of the Paths! Would you be interested in converting to her worship?"
"Ah haha, I am flattered my friend, but I'm not quite ready to settle down quite yet." He beams and lays a hand on Kenrak's shoulder. "But I would love to hear all about them. - Oh, hold on!"
With the fluttering of robe and fine hair, Veldan rushed to the pack Adran abandoned, pulled a thick tome from inside it, then rushed back over.
Setting it on the bar, the half-elf flips through the front half of the tone rapidly, skipping through various pages of arcane glyphs and detailed notes. Getting to the back 3rd of the book, he reached a section where various holy symbols had been sketched inside and surrounded by lines and lines of small print notes.
Krenak looked on as the young man brought out a large book. "So you're a wizard, then?" he asked as the pages rapidly turned. "I am sad to say that I do not have much skill in those arts. That is why I remain a mere acolyte, if a fervent one. Say, are those copies of the various holy symbols? I have one for the Changebringer here." He pulled out an amulet from beneath his tunic and showed Valden.
Veldan's eyes light up as soon as he sees Krenak produce the symbol. "Fantastic! I haven't seen that one yet. Mind terribly if you could hold it still for just a moment?" After eyeing the amulet in the dragonborn's hand for just a moment, Veldan then quickly takes quill to parchment and begins to sketch out the symbol provided. His lines were straight and lengths impeccably measured, with the skill only a wizard experienced in writing glyphs can replicate.
Turning back to Shaw, "Oh, since we gonna be workin' together, you ought to know." Lifting up his hand, a small flame is produced, similar to Shaw's demonstration, however it gives off a more natural aura. "I've got a few tricks up me sleeve to." He gives a small grin before extinguishing the flame in his fist.
"A barbarian with magic, now I've seen everything," Shaw says to Razz. He whirls to Tal "I would think so, this is quite the peculiar crowd that has been gathered. An interesting day when an elf is the least interesting person in the tavern.
Razz lets out a light yawn, "Anyhow, it looks like we've got us some time." Pushing his, now empty mug to the side, Razz turns to Tal and Shaw, "So, either of yous got a story to ya?"
Tal smirked and sighed dramatically, "Indeed, one would start to think we Elves were losing our touch." Tal faked a sad face. "Can you believe it!? Just when you think you go to Emon, the City of Fellowship and diversity, you'll arive with pomp and circumstance, a grand fanfare, people pointing and staring saying 'Look mommy an Elf!', Grand feasts will be held in your honor and take weeks to complete. I mean I spent months, no, weeks thinking of things I'd say to my fans, 'yes I am an elf, you may kneel before me.' only to find no one looks my way and the first tavern I enter people are way more interesting than me!"
He puts his face in his hands before continuing, "I guess I'll have to start upping my game or I may just start fading into the shadows..." The fake frown turns to a smirk once more as he silently takes out a small piece of copper wire and holds it in one of his palms and gestures to Shaw.
Casting message Tal whispers, "...Unless that's where I do my best work." and winks at the Genasi.
As you all chat and tease one another in the Dying Drake, a man's scream is heard from outside. It is loud and painful, and prompts another scream that must belong to a woman. The door swings open with great speed as a human woman with dark skin and brown hair rushes in and shouts, "Help! It's killing him!" as she points to her right. The two guards at the bar get up immediately and run toward the door. The other patrons murmur nervously to each other and look toward the woman at the door as the guards draw their swords and rush in the direction she is pointing.
"By Bahamut's breath! Does everyone in this city do magic?" Shaw says to himself more than anyone else. "From where I come from most elves stay to the outskirts very rarely appearing in town. Alas, I appear to be in a very different place than Vasselheim. Arcane magic everywhere you turn and followers of the Changebringer walking about. Dear me what have I got myself into." Shaw pulls off his hood and waves for a refill of his plum wine and gesturing for another glass. Turning to Tal "I did not mean to offend, how about a drink as recompense?" Shaw asks.
But upon hearing the commotion outside and the guards drawing their swords. Shaw ignites a flame in his palm, "Shall we?" he asks turning to Tal and Razz.
"That's it... just a little more..." A few more glances up and down, he'd had just enough time to complete a passable sketch of the amulet's symbol. "Much appreciated, Krenak. You can put it away if you like, I can add the depth and shadowing without-" A scream cutting through air cut off his train of thought, and the commotion that followed him made his attention snap towards the door.
"By the gods, Emon lives up to its reputation." He exhales, snapping his spellbook shut, a nervous smile creeping across his face. This place has had more excitement in a day than Syngorn typically sees in a month. "Come, my draconic friend! Adran, hold the line!" With a flourish of his robes and the tossing of his hair, Veldan rushed out through the inn door after the guards.
"That is quite good, my new friend," Krenak said in wonder. "A wizard and an artist, a man of many talents it seems." He was about to inquire more about the various holy symbols when the screams came through from outside. As the guards jumped up and ran out, Krenak's grin faltered and he let out a sigh. "And now it seems that change has come for the worse for some poor sod." Getting up from the barstool, he finished one mug before walking outside.
Coming out the door and turning with weapons drawn, the woman continues to point. "There, down the alley! It dragged him down the alley!" You all hurry down the alley along the side of the Dying Drake and see the two guards looming over the body of a finely dressed, fair-skinned, brown-haired man - well, he was finely dressed, but now his fancy clothes are tattered, his body mangled. His face is frozen in a horrified expression with blue eyes wide open. It looks like his throat has been torn open, and he is missing a right arm. The guards turn and one, a forty-something year old man with a patchy beard, stops you from proceeding.
"Wait, stop! It's too late, he's already dead. Put away your weapons," he says cautiously, keeping a hand on his sword, "do any of you know this man?"
"Oh, gods," You hear a voice say behind you, looking back to see the halfling bartender standing in front of a small crowd looking on in horror. She shifts her attention to your party and states, "There's Irven. I can't believe it..."
"Everyone, stay back! The Arms of Emon are investigating this attack," The older guard says, stepping toward the halfling woman. "Callie, get these people out of here. We can't have them interfering."
"You five," The other guard, a half-elf woman with a mousy face and a lower-than-average voice, looks up from the body in your direction,"stay here. Seeing as you leaped to your arms as soon as the danger started, we could use your help."
Callie the bartender starts bids the people to head back inside or go away while the older guard looks confusedly at his partner. She shakes her head, to which he sighs and mutters, "Alright, Sergeant Talley..."
"I'm Sergeant Cara Talley. This is Officer Javani Maravall, my partner. This is the fifth attack like this in the past three months and our officers have been unable to come to the bottom of this.Whoever or whatever our culprit is, it is acting from the sewers. The attacks were random at first, just homeless vagrants. But this is the second merchant that has been attacked, and it looks like some of his valuables have been taken. A ring's been ripped off here, a necklace or pendant here, and his coin purse is gone. These people are being murdered and looted.
"A team of mercenaries was hired a few nights ago to search the sewers for anything that would help the case, but they have not returned and I fear the worst. But you all look like a capable lot. If you'll aid us, I can convince my superiors to have the payment we prepared for the mercenaries given to you instead: 100 gold pieces. What do you say?"
"Sewers." Veldan wrinkled his nose. Nevertheless, one hundred gold was certainly a start. With a sigh, he stepped up towards Talley. "Sergeant. Ser Veldan, Arcanist and Knight-Errant, at your service." He quickly introduces himself, holding the sides of his robes in a deep bow.
"If I am to accept such a task, I'm afraid I will require just a bit more information." He asks curtly as he rises. "You have no information on the culprit- what of these sewers? How large are the passageways, or what sort of layout can we expect down there? I'd rather not spend any more time in a sewer than I must."
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Giving a shrug, Razz replies, "I have no idea. Just here for some gold and gossip. Ale's a nice bonus though."
"You as well, my tall friend. Enjoy the ales!" The halfling woman says to Krenak, now turning to see the genasi before her searching his person for a silver coin and eyeing his appearance with what appears to be a mix of awe, curiosity, and slight anxiety. "Um... don't mention it! Irven ought to be here any moment now... Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, Orrel, keep your voice down!" She shouts as she moves down to another side of the bar.
As Adran sets his huge backpack down by the door, he scurries over to Veldan. "Since it seems that you are making some friends, sir, I am going to go sit by the fire and dry off. Make sure they can't do anything for you before you ask me, please," The retainer mutters as he shivers his way over to the hearth, sitting as far away from any of the other patrons around it as possible.
Some sunlight creeps through the western windows as the cloud layer breaks slightly and the rain lets up a little bit. The messenger leaves the Drake as she thumbs through some envelopes, and the dwarves begin putting away their cards.
"Indeed, my good elvish friend!" Kenrak said, turning to Valden. "My name is Kenrak Brightscales, acolyte and warrior in the service of the Lady of the Paths! Would you be interested in converting to her worship?"
"Ah haha, I am flattered my friend, but I'm not quite ready to settle down quite yet." He beams and lays a hand on Kenrak's shoulder. "But I would love to hear all about them. - Oh, hold on!"
With the fluttering of robe and fine hair, Veldan rushed to the pack Adran abandoned, pulled a thick tome from inside it, then rushed back over.
Setting it on the bar, the half-elf flips through the front half of the tone rapidly, skipping through various pages of arcane glyphs and detailed notes. Getting to the back 3rd of the book, he reached a section where various holy symbols had been sketched inside and surrounded by lines and lines of small print notes.
Krenak looked on as the young man brought out a large book. "So you're a wizard, then?" he asked as the pages rapidly turned. "I am sad to say that I do not have much skill in those arts. That is why I remain a mere acolyte, if a fervent one. Say, are those copies of the various holy symbols? I have one for the Changebringer here." He pulled out an amulet from beneath his tunic and showed Valden.
Veldan's eyes light up as soon as he sees Krenak produce the symbol. "Fantastic! I haven't seen that one yet. Mind terribly if you could hold it still for just a moment?" After eyeing the amulet in the dragonborn's hand for just a moment, Veldan then quickly takes quill to parchment and begins to sketch out the symbol provided. His lines were straight and lengths impeccably measured, with the skill only a wizard experienced in writing glyphs can replicate.
Turning back to Shaw, "Oh, since we gonna be workin' together, you ought to know." Lifting up his hand, a small flame is produced, similar to Shaw's demonstration, however it gives off a more natural aura. "I've got a few tricks up me sleeve to." He gives a small grin before extinguishing the flame in his fist.
"A barbarian with magic, now I've seen everything," Shaw says to Razz. He whirls to Tal "I would think so, this is quite the peculiar crowd that has been gathered. An interesting day when an elf is the least interesting person in the tavern.
Razz lets out a light yawn, "Anyhow, it looks like we've got us some time." Pushing his, now empty mug to the side, Razz turns to Tal and Shaw, "So, either of yous got a story to ya?"
Tal smirked and sighed dramatically, "Indeed, one would start to think we Elves were losing our touch." Tal faked a sad face. "Can you believe it!? Just when you think you go to Emon, the City of Fellowship and diversity, you'll arive with pomp and circumstance, a grand fanfare, people pointing and staring saying 'Look mommy an Elf!', Grand feasts will be held in your honor and take weeks to complete. I mean I spent months, no, weeks thinking of things I'd say to my fans, 'yes I am an elf, you may kneel before me.' only to find no one looks my way and the first tavern I enter people are way more interesting than me!"
He puts his face in his hands before continuing, "I guess I'll have to start upping my game or I may just start fading into the shadows..." The fake frown turns to a smirk once more as he silently takes out a small piece of copper wire and holds it in one of his palms and gestures to Shaw.
Casting message Tal whispers, "...Unless that's where I do my best work." and winks at the Genasi.
As you all chat and tease one another in the Dying Drake, a man's scream is heard from outside. It is loud and painful, and prompts another scream that must belong to a woman. The door swings open with great speed as a human woman with dark skin and brown hair rushes in and shouts, "Help! It's killing him!" as she points to her right. The two guards at the bar get up immediately and run toward the door. The other patrons murmur nervously to each other and look toward the woman at the door as the guards draw their swords and rush in the direction she is pointing.
"By Bahamut's breath! Does everyone in this city do magic?" Shaw says to himself more than anyone else. "From where I come from most elves stay to the outskirts very rarely appearing in town. Alas, I appear to be in a very different place than Vasselheim. Arcane magic everywhere you turn and followers of the Changebringer walking about. Dear me what have I got myself into." Shaw pulls off his hood and waves for a refill of his plum wine and gesturing for another glass. Turning to Tal "I did not mean to offend, how about a drink as recompense?" Shaw asks.
But upon hearing the commotion outside and the guards drawing their swords. Shaw ignites a flame in his palm, "Shall we?" he asks turning to Tal and Razz.
"That's it... just a little more..." A few more glances up and down, he'd had just enough time to complete a passable sketch of the amulet's symbol. "Much appreciated, Krenak. You can put it away if you like, I can add the depth and shadowing without-" A scream cutting through air cut off his train of thought, and the commotion that followed him made his attention snap towards the door.
"By the gods, Emon lives up to its reputation." He exhales, snapping his spellbook shut, a nervous smile creeping across his face. This place has had more excitement in a day than Syngorn typically sees in a month. "Come, my draconic friend! Adran, hold the line!" With a flourish of his robes and the tossing of his hair, Veldan rushed out through the inn door after the guards.
"I'm just going to stay here, sir, good luck with... wherever you're going!" Adran shouts as Veldan exits the tavern.
"That is quite good, my new friend," Krenak said in wonder. "A wizard and an artist, a man of many talents it seems." He was about to inquire more about the various holy symbols when the screams came through from outside. As the guards jumped up and ran out, Krenak's grin faltered and he let out a sigh. "And now it seems that change has come for the worse for some poor sod." Getting up from the barstool, he finished one mug before walking outside.
Grinning at the idea of a fight, Razz begins to step towards the exit, drawing his greatsword he shouts "Lets party!"
Tal sighs, pulls out his bow, nods to Shaw and Razz and races out the door to see who's in danger.
Coming out the door and turning with weapons drawn, the woman continues to point. "There, down the alley! It dragged him down the alley!" You all hurry down the alley along the side of the Dying Drake and see the two guards looming over the body of a finely dressed, fair-skinned, brown-haired man - well, he was finely dressed, but now his fancy clothes are tattered, his body mangled. His face is frozen in a horrified expression with blue eyes wide open. It looks like his throat has been torn open, and he is missing a right arm. The guards turn and one, a forty-something year old man with a patchy beard, stops you from proceeding.
"Wait, stop! It's too late, he's already dead. Put away your weapons," he says cautiously, keeping a hand on his sword, "do any of you know this man?"
"Oh, gods," You hear a voice say behind you, looking back to see the halfling bartender standing in front of a small crowd looking on in horror. She shifts her attention to your party and states, "There's Irven. I can't believe it..."
"Everyone, stay back! The Arms of Emon are investigating this attack," The older guard says, stepping toward the halfling woman. "Callie, get these people out of here. We can't have them interfering."
"You five," The other guard, a half-elf woman with a mousy face and a lower-than-average voice, looks up from the body in your direction, "stay here. Seeing as you leaped to your arms as soon as the danger started, we could use your help."
Callie the bartender starts bids the people to head back inside or go away while the older guard looks confusedly at his partner. She shakes her head, to which he sighs and mutters, "Alright, Sergeant Talley..."
"I'm Sergeant Cara Talley. This is Officer Javani Maravall, my partner. This is the fifth attack like this in the past three months and our officers have been unable to come to the bottom of this. Whoever or whatever our culprit is, it is acting from the sewers. The attacks were random at first, just homeless vagrants. But this is the second merchant that has been attacked, and it looks like some of his valuables have been taken. A ring's been ripped off here, a necklace or pendant here, and his coin purse is gone. These people are being murdered and looted.
"A team of mercenaries was hired a few nights ago to search the sewers for anything that would help the case, but they have not returned and I fear the worst. But you all look like a capable lot. If you'll aid us, I can convince my superiors to have the payment we prepared for the mercenaries given to you instead: 100 gold pieces. What do you say?"
Razz looks bored, putting away his sword he turns to Shaw, "Welp, I'm eggin for a fight. Whatcha' say Shaw?"
"Sewers." Veldan wrinkled his nose. Nevertheless, one hundred gold was certainly a start. With a sigh, he stepped up towards Talley. "Sergeant. Ser Veldan, Arcanist and Knight-Errant, at your service." He quickly introduces himself, holding the sides of his robes in a deep bow.
"If I am to accept such a task, I'm afraid I will require just a bit more information." He asks curtly as he rises. "You have no information on the culprit- what of these sewers? How large are the passageways, or what sort of layout can we expect down there? I'd rather not spend any more time in a sewer than I must."