As Lokilia continues to walk along with Dev, she sees all the people and all the shops and is just hardly able to fathom the size of this place. Once they pass through the gate, she tries to focus on the tree. 'Such an immense and beautiful thing! How is it here in the midst of this place!' she thinks.
She glances over at Dev from time to time. She had been quite relieved when he suggested going to see the tree. She suspects he did it for her benefit. She hopes she's not putting a damper and his enjoyment of this place. He probably things it's wonderful.
As she enters the square, she reads the sign. 'Hmm, the Dawnfather. Honored with such an amazing tree?' she wonders. She honestly knew little of other religions, having mainly revered the Ashari spirits of the natural world. As they've arrived so close to the tree, she again looks over at Dev. "Do you suppose they'll let us touch the tree? Or maybe even try to climb it?" For the first time since entering Whitestone, she sounds perhaps the tiniest bit excited.
Normont is suddenly surrounded by two rather large bodies, with Trish joining Quinn next to him. He looks up and smiles.
"Hammer and tongs, Trish. I thought the lights had gone out for a second then", he says jovially.
He waits for Quinn to introduce himself before speaking further.
"It has been a while. And quite a trek to get back too. Nuts and bolts, have I got a story or two to tell. But I actually need to tell someone a little more senior right now. No offence meant of course. I was thinking the Commissioner might be around somewhere? What I have to say will be of interest to the whole Chamber, I am certain".
Dev and Lokilia head north on the road until they arrive at the ancient, and now outgrown, city walls barring the way. There is a small open gate that has been made in the base of the wall and they pass through it. Continuing north along the street, through the crossroads, they can see even more of the enormous tree now shading two and even three story buildings, whilst the top of the tree they sighted over the walls was green with white speckled through....possibly flowers....now that they can see more of it they note that most of the foliage is a radiant orange colour like a setting sun.
The two of them continue somewhat north passing fabric and clothing shops and homes and come to another crossroads to their right is a large, stone, half-dome amphitheater built to face the crossroads. Within it a stern gray stone temple with towering doors and a small courtyard built around it, encapsulated by a small three-foot stone wall. Attached to the back of the amphitheater is a square, brick building. Two severe looking guards stand at the door and folks dressed as both clergy and judicial officials converse without. Inscribed on the doors are doubleheaded axes inlaid with balance scales......this seems to be both a Temple to the Lawbearer and a Courthouse.
Travelling on the two of them see that they will need to turn right at the next intersection to get to their destination the street they are walking on, mostly residential, terminates at a T-junction and directly ahead is a colourful shopfront which seems quite busy.....a sign hanging over it reads ' The Slayers Cake'. Turning right they can see the immense tree on a small green hill at the centre of a large market square, travelling toward it it grows larger and larger until the sky itself is blocked out by its branches. A sign at the entrance to the square reads '' Dawnfather Square". There are quite a few people sitting and standing about the place and enjoying the dappled sunshine despite the winter chill in the air.
Most of the businesses around the square seem to be small cafes and taverns such as The Tipsy Quorum, Consequences and Cows and Echoes of the Past.
Dev looks left, gawking, then right, eyes everywhere, trying to take it all in, then to the left, gawking once again. "Wooowwww," he whispers in excitement. Drynna is so... flat compared to Whitestone. So many tall buildings... so many shops. And look, THREE taverns around one square. Where do all the people come from to fill so many tables? Duh! From all the houses. Slayers Cake? Cake...??? The teenager stops in front of the spot for a long look, almost losing Lokilia, but dashes to keep up with her.
The teenager loses track of his path and soon, is hopelessly lost, but follows Lokilia and continues on to the tree.
As Lokilia continues to walk along with Dev, she sees all the people and all the shops and is just hardly able to fathom the size of this place. Once they pass through the gate, she tries to focus on the tree. 'Such an immense and beautiful thing! How is it here in the midst of this place!' she thinks.
She glances over at Dev from time to time. She had been quite relieved when he suggested going to see the tree. She suspects he did it for her benefit. She hopes she's not putting a damper and his enjoyment of this place. He probably things it's wonderful.
As she enters the square, she reads the sign. 'Hmm, the Dawnfather. Honored with such an amazing tree?' she wonders. She honestly knew little of other religions, having mainly revered the Ashari spirits of the natural world. As they've arrived so close to the tree, she again looks over at Dev. "Do you suppose they'll let us touch the tree? Or maybe even try to climb it?" For the first time since entering Whitestone, she sounds perhaps the tiniest bit excited.
In answer to Lokilia's question, Dev says, in a dream, "It's a tree. I mean, why not climb it?" But he shakes himself out of it, remembering how many things in Drynna were someone else's property, and how many times he'd been yelled at for standing in the wrong place or crossing through the wrong alley, or simply looking in the wrong shop window.
"Or..., maybe you should ask first..." But now noticing the excitement in her voice, too late, he doubles back again. "Wait, let me ask. Maybe that person over there..." (is there someone official nearby whom he could ask?)
As Lokilia continues to walk along with Dev, she sees all the people and all the shops and is just hardly able to fathom the size of this place. Once they pass through the gate, she tries to focus on the tree. 'Such an immense and beautiful thing! How is it here in the midst of this place!' she thinks.
She glances over at Dev from time to time. She had been quite relieved when he suggested going to see the tree. She suspects he did it for her benefit. She hopes she's not putting a damper and his enjoyment of this place. He probably things it's wonderful.
As she enters the square, she reads the sign. 'Hmm, the Dawnfather. Honored with such an amazing tree?' she wonders. She honestly knew little of other religions, having mainly revered the Ashari spirits of the natural world. As they've arrived so close to the tree, she again looks over at Dev. "Do you suppose they'll let us touch the tree? Or maybe even try to climb it?" For the first time since entering Whitestone, she sounds perhaps the tiniest bit excited.
Dev and Lokilia head north on the road until they arrive at the ancient, and now outgrown, city walls barring the way. There is a small open gate that has been made in the base of the wall and they pass through it. Continuing north along the street, through the crossroads, they can see even more of the enormous tree now shading two and even three story buildings, whilst the top of the tree they sighted over the walls was green with white speckled through....possibly flowers....now that they can see more of it they note that most of the foliage is a radiant orange colour like a setting sun.
The two of them continue somewhat north passing fabric and clothing shops and homes and come to another crossroads to their right is a large, stone, half-dome amphitheater built to face the crossroads. Within it a stern gray stone temple with towering doors and a small courtyard built around it, encapsulated by a small three-foot stone wall. Attached to the back of the amphitheater is a square, brick building. Two severe looking guards stand at the door and folks dressed as both clergy and judicial officials converse without. Inscribed on the doors are doubleheaded axes inlaid with balance scales......this seems to be both a Temple to the Lawbearer and a Courthouse.
Travelling on the two of them see that they will need to turn right at the next intersection to get to their destination the street they are walking on, mostly residential, terminates at a T-junction and directly ahead is a colourful shopfront which seems quite busy.....a sign hanging over it reads ' The Slayers Cake'. Turning right they can see the immense tree on a small green hill at the centre of a large market square, travelling toward it it grows larger and larger until the sky itself is blocked out by its branches. A sign at the entrance to the square reads '' Dawnfather Square". There are quite a few people sitting and standing about the place and enjoying the dappled sunshine despite the winter chill in the air.
Most of the businesses around the square seem to be small cafes and taverns such as The Tipsy Quorum, Consequences and Cows and Echoes of the Past.
Dev looks left, gawking, then right, eyes everywhere, trying to take it all in, then to the left, gawking once again. "Wooowwww," he whispers in excitement. Drynna is so... flat compared to Whitestone. So many tall buildings... so many shops. And look, THREE taverns around one square. Where do all the people come from to fill so many tables? Duh! From all the houses. Slayers Cake? Cake...??? The teenager stops in front of the spot for a long look, almost losing Lokilia, but dashes to keep up with her.
The teenager loses track of his path and soon, is hopelessly lost, but follows Lokilia and continues on to the tree.
As Lokilia continues to walk along with Dev, she sees all the people and all the shops and is just hardly able to fathom the size of this place. Once they pass through the gate, she tries to focus on the tree. 'Such an immense and beautiful thing! How is it here in the midst of this place!' she thinks.
She glances over at Dev from time to time. She had been quite relieved when he suggested going to see the tree. She suspects he did it for her benefit. She hopes she's not putting a damper and his enjoyment of this place. He probably things it's wonderful.
As she enters the square, she reads the sign. 'Hmm, the Dawnfather. Honored with such an amazing tree?' she wonders. She honestly knew little of other religions, having mainly revered the Ashari spirits of the natural world. As they've arrived so close to the tree, she again looks over at Dev. "Do you suppose they'll let us touch the tree? Or maybe even try to climb it?" For the first time since entering Whitestone, she sounds perhaps the tiniest bit excited.
In answer to Lokilia's question, Dev says, in a dream, "It's a tree. I mean, why not climb it?" But he shakes himself out of it, remembering how many things in Drynna were someone else's property, and how many times he'd been yelled at for standing in the wrong place or crossing through the wrong alley, or simply looking in the wrong shop window.
"Or..., maybe you should ask first..." But now noticing the excitement in her voice, too late, he doubles back again. "Wait, let me ask. Maybe that person over there..." (is there someone official nearby whom he could ask?)
The old man looked up as Dev approached, he had been tending a hedgerow that bordered part of the green space beneath the Sun Tree and looked....sort of like he might officially be something,,,,,,
" Can I help you, Youngster?", the elderly human brushed down his dirt knees and put away his secateurs and trowel.
" Touch the Sun Tree? Of course, that is why it is there....to be enjoyed by all the people of Whitestone. Climb it? Well......I'm unsure.....I've seen children climbing a little way up before......I don't think I've seen any adults climb the Sun Tree. Oh....except for The Voice of the Tempest when she visits..."
Normont is suddenly surrounded by two rather large bodies, with Trish joining Quinn next to him. He looks up and smiles.
"Hammer and tongs, Trish. I thought the lights had gone out for a second then", he says jovially.
He waits for Quinn to introduce himself before speaking further.
"It has been a while. And quite a trek to get back too. Nuts and bolts, have I got a story or two to tell. But I actually need to tell someone a little more senior right now. No offence meant of course. I was thinking the Commissioner might be around somewhere? What I have to say will be of interest to the whole Chamber, I am certain".
Quinn will shake her hand, and say, "My name is Quinn and I have had the pleasure of meeting Normont on the road and have found friendship with him."
" Offense?", she chuckled. " Well, if you need to write up the reports everything you need should be in the office."
" Tumbler ( Iris Tumbleton, the Commisioner) is up at the House of the Lawbearer meeting with Yennen, they're not getting around too well these days. Not sure where Jarrett is.....though you know well enough I'd rather him in charge than Old Tumbler.....but he's like me, rather be walking the stones than pushing paper round a desk."
" Tumbler shouldn't be too much longer......she'll wanna review your report before any of it goes any further."
" Look after yourself Quinn. Ashari? Right? There's a few of your folks about town at the moment......not really sure why."
Normont sighs, "You are right of course, Tumbler will want it all written down first".
He looks across to Quinn, "Sorry Quinn, this will take longer than I thought. You can help me document all that has happened if you like, or perhaps Trish can show you where you can freshen up and maybe get a bite to eat, if you want?".
Whatever Quinn decides, he will head to the office, eager to get on with things.
When Dev suggests asking first before approaching or climbing the tree, Lokilia's shoulder's slump a little bit in disappointment. 'I bet they say no,' she thinks. 'It's a city. Some grand lord probably owns the tree.' She turns to watch her companion go to ask. She's a bit far away, but she tries to hear. 'Did he say yes?' A smile comes to her face. And then, 'Did he just say the Voice of the Tempest? I know her! Or rather, I know who it is. She's from Zephra like me! Surely it's fine if we try it!' In the back of her mind is some memory that Keyleth had friends here in Whitestone. And it was the actions of the Voice of the Tempest to connect Zephra with the rest of the world that pushed her to wander off to Dtynna in the first place.
She takes a quick breath, resolving to try to tolerate this awful city. But more importantly... "He said yes, Dev! If my Voice of the Tempest has climbed this tree than we can too! Let's go!" Reveling in the moment, she races to the tree. She doesn't even look back for Dev, just expecting he will be right behind her. As she reaches the trunk, she places her hands upon it, reveling in the presence of this majestic pillar of wood rising into the sky.
She knows that she's not exceptionally athletic. Not a great climber. So, she takes a look about for any branches that might be easily reached or very obvious footholds and handholds she might use.
When Dev suggests asking first before approaching or climbing the tree, Lokilia's shoulder's slump a little bit in disappointment. 'I bet they say no,' she thinks. 'It's a city. Some grand lord probably owns the tree.' She turns to watch her companion go to ask. She's a bit far away, but she tries to hear. 'Did he say yes?' A smile comes to her face. And then, 'Did he just say the Voice of the Tempest? I know her! Or rather, I know who it is. She's from Zephra like me! Surely it's fine if we try it!' In the back of her mind is some memory that Keyleth had friends here in Whitestone. And it was the actions of the Voice of the Tempest to connect Zephra with the rest of the world that pushed her to wander off to Dtynna in the first place.
She takes a quick breath, resolving to try to tolerate this awful city. But more importantly... "He said yes, Dev! If my Voice of the Tempest has climbed this tree than we can too! Let's go!" Reveling in the moment, she races to the tree. She doesn't even look back for Dev, just expecting he will be right behind her. As she reaches the trunk, she places her hands upon it, reveling in the presence of this majestic pillar of wood rising into the sky.
She knows that she's not exceptionally athletic. Not a great climber. So, she takes a look about for any branches that might be easily reached or very obvious footholds and handholds she might use.
"Okay!"
Dev was happy to be able to relay an assent to Lokilia's question, and now, her excitement is contagious and he races her to the tree, leaping up to the first bough. A little higher than his favorite hiding tree near Mooren Lake, and it is a struggle for his youthful hands, used to playing his pan-pipes but not so proficient at pulling himself out of sight. Up he rises, onto the bough, slowly and groaning and laughing, but he is still smiling when he pulls one leg over and shifts into a comfortable position, watching Lokilia and enjoying the thrill and the ashari's presence.
When Dev suggests asking first before approaching or climbing the tree, Lokilia's shoulder's slump a little bit in disappointment. 'I bet they say no,' she thinks. 'It's a city. Some grand lord probably owns the tree.' She turns to watch her companion go to ask. She's a bit far away, but she tries to hear. 'Did he say yes?' A smile comes to her face. And then, 'Did he just say the Voice of the Tempest? I know her! Or rather, I know who it is. She's from Zephra like me! Surely it's fine if we try it!' In the back of her mind is some memory that Keyleth had friends here in Whitestone. And it was the actions of the Voice of the Tempest to connect Zephra with the rest of the world that pushed her to wander off to Dtynna in the first place.
She takes a quick breath, resolving to try to tolerate this awful city. But more importantly... "He said yes, Dev! If my Voice of the Tempest has climbed this tree than we can too! Let's go!" Reveling in the moment, she races to the tree. She doesn't even look back for Dev, just expecting he will be right behind her. As she reaches the trunk, she places her hands upon it, reveling in the presence of this majestic pillar of wood rising into the sky.
She knows that she's not exceptionally athletic. Not a great climber. So, she takes a look about for any branches that might be easily reached or very obvious footholds and handholds she might use.
When Dev suggests asking first before approaching or climbing the tree, Lokilia's shoulder's slump a little bit in disappointment. 'I bet they say no,' she thinks. 'It's a city. Some grand lord probably owns the tree.' She turns to watch her companion go to ask. She's a bit far away, but she tries to hear. 'Did he say yes?' A smile comes to her face. And then, 'Did he just say the Voice of the Tempest? I know her! Or rather, I know who it is. She's from Zephra like me! Surely it's fine if we try it!' In the back of her mind is some memory that Keyleth had friends here in Whitestone. And it was the actions of the Voice of the Tempest to connect Zephra with the rest of the world that pushed her to wander off to Dtynna in the first place.
She takes a quick breath, resolving to try to tolerate this awful city. But more importantly... "He said yes, Dev! If my Voice of the Tempest has climbed this tree than we can too! Let's go!" Reveling in the moment, she races to the tree. She doesn't even look back for Dev, just expecting he will be right behind her. As she reaches the trunk, she places her hands upon it, reveling in the presence of this majestic pillar of wood rising into the sky.
She knows that she's not exceptionally athletic. Not a great climber. So, she takes a look about for any branches that might be easily reached or very obvious footholds and handholds she might use.
"Okay!"
Dev was happy to be able to relay an assent to Lokilia's question, and now, her excitement is contagious and he races her to the tree, leaping up to the first bough. A little higher than his favorite hiding tree near Mooren Lake, and it is a struggle for his youthful hands, used to playing his pan-pipes but not so proficient at pulling himself out of sight. Up he rises, onto the bough, slowly and groaning and laughing, but he is still smiling when he pulls one leg over and shifts into a comfortable position, watching Lokilia and enjoying the thrill and the ashari's presence.
The two of them are easily able to ascend some 30-35' up the extremely wide and gently sloped trunk and then make the more difficult climb up to the first of the branches without incident......as they climb they can see a huge ornate clocktower and then a massive castle to the north of the square.
Lokilia notes a small number of Ashari below walking towards the tree from one of the cafes, they don't seem to have noticed her and are deep in conversation, she's fairly sure she's seen one of them before in Zephrah though the other two look to be from Pyrah.
Dev is very high up compared to his usual elevation and has to grip the bough fairly tightly every now and then as he looks around at the numerous birds, insects and small mammals that make their home in the tree and then spies a tall purple skinned tiefling standing at an easel on the northwestern side of the square looking up at the tree and then down at their canvas...
Normont sighs, "You are right of course, Tumbler will want it all written down first".
He looks across to Quinn, "Sorry Quinn, this will take longer than I thought. You can help me document all that has happened if you like, or perhaps Trish can show you where you can freshen up and maybe get a bite to eat, if you want?".
Whatever Quinn decides, he will head to the office, eager to get on with things.
Normont works diligently with Quinn providing reminders, clarifications and other viewpoints to present the report......writing it down Normont is rather amazed at all that has been achieved as well as all that has been lost in the relatively short time he was stationed in Drynna.
In all it takes him almost an hour to get everything, at least he's fairly sure its everything....or at least as much of everything as is his to tell, down in point form and he is just finishing up when he hears Trishs voice calling out in the distance and his own name mentioned....it would seem the Commisioner has returned...
( History Check with Advantage from Help from Normont. Perception or Investigation Check from Quinn.)
Normont quickly tidies away the writing implements and takes one last look over what he has written, happy that with Quinn’s help he has captured everything that should be documented.
He didn’t focus too much on the Galador’s as he had already written a report about that and sent it in. He did reference the events though, and his meeting with Magnus during that incident. Even so, it was remarkable what had happened since.
The journey to the Sweetling Meadery where they encountered Cerberus Assembly assassins. The subsequent meeting with the Adjudicant Expositor of the Cobalt Soul.
The journey to Trust Fields and then north towards Whitestone before leaving the road to head across country.
The far gate portal and the corruption of animals and tribes folk in its vicinity by the black ooze. He notes that he sent a letter about it with a scout from the tribe, and questions if it arrived and if help was sent.
The ruined town shrouded in fog and the shade that haunted it which took the life of their friend Magnus.
And the tower itself, and all that happened within. It seemed unbelievable as he wrote about it, and yet it was true.
He even details their travel to Whitestone after they escaped and the meeting with the young dragon and how they fled from the One Eyed bear, or whatever it was.
He gives Quinn a nod, gathers up the sheets of parchment and heads to see the Commissioner.
Dev is very high up compared to his usual elevation and has to grip the bough fairly tightly every now and then as he looks around at the numerous birds, insects and small mammals that make their home in the tree and then spies a tall purple skinned tiefling standing at an easel on the northwestern side of the square looking up at the tree and then down at their canvas...
Dev is enjoying a moment of tranquil repose on the tree, although his mind continues on overload, as if quickly flipping through the pages of a book over and again as he digests and contextualizes -- or tries to -- the many new sights and smells of Whitestone. He keeps an eye on Lokilia, whose presence brings a satisfied curl to his lip. He closes his eyes for a moment, maybe even dozing off.
But this sense of peace is destined to be cut short, for soon enough, curious once again, the teenager languidly shifts his position so he is lying face-down on the big tree limb. He glances around at the people in the plaza under the tree or near it and now spots the purple-complexioned, horned artist. Dev cranes his neck, trying to get a better view, and hangs there for a full minute, until the painter's eyes suddenly seem to flick up to meet Dev's. The teenager's heart skips a beat, caught in the act of spying, and he pulls back fast. But this costs his secure grip on the tree. Suddenly, he slips off the bough, and though he keeps himself from falling hard, he suffers an awkward slide down the tree trunk. He scrabbles to keep from flipping end-over-end, legs and arms spread comically wide, with an "Oh no, no, no, no....," until he finally lands on his back, staring straight up. His hood has fallen off, and his horns are plainly visible as is his disheveled hair.
Alas for the shy boy, his slip has landed him directly under the painter's easel, and, too embarrassed to move, he simply wags his fingers next to his cheek from his position on the ground.
Lokilia is quite pleased as she climbs higher and higher. "Look at that!" she exclaims, looking out at the clock tower and then the castle. "Everything looks better from here. So much nicer with the wood at your feet and the leaves all about." She sees Dev almost dozing and just sits back and enjoys the view. As the group of Ashari walk towards the tree, she focuses her attention on them. As she seems to recognize one of them from Zephrah, she says, "Oh! I think I know him! But who..."
She just glances over in time to see Dev slip from the bough. Down he goes, and a bit panicked, she hurries down as fast as she dares after him. "Dev! Oh! Are you alright?" she calls as she reaches the ground a few feet away from the tiefling boy.
Normont quickly tidies away the writing implements and takes one last look over what he has written, happy that with Quinn’s help he has captured everything that should be documented.
He didn’t focus too much on the Galador’s as he had already written a report about that and sent it in. He did reference the events though, and his meeting with Magnus during that incident. Even so, it was remarkable what had happened since.
The journey to the Sweetling Meadery where they encountered Cerberus Assembly assassins. The subsequent meeting with the Adjudicant Expositor of the Cobalt Soul.
The journey to Trust Fields and then north towards Whitestone before leaving the road to head across country.
The far gate portal and the corruption of animals and tribes folk in its vicinity by the black ooze. He notes that he sent a letter about it with a scout from the tribe, and questions if it arrived and if help was sent.
The ruined town shrouded in fog and the shade that haunted it which took the life of their friend Magnus.
And the tower itself, and all that happened within. It seemed unbelievable as he wrote about it, and yet it was true.
He even details their travel to Whitestone after they escaped and the meeting with the young dragon and how they fled from the One Eyed bear, or whatever it was.
He gives Quinn a nod, gathers up the sheets of parchment and heads to see the Commissioner.
Quinn is so lost in the conversation that he doesn’t notice much
perception: 6
Normont doesn't even get to the door when Her Excellency Iris Tumbleton enters, she looks down at Normont and snatches the paperwork from his hand giving it a quick look over, " Welcome back, Fizzlepeak."
" My office, lets go through this."
Her eyes flick up toward Quinn, " Your...associate...may accompany us."
She span on her heel and headed back out of the room, " Chop, chop. None of us has time to waste."
A few moments later they were seated in the Commisioners rather plush walnut and mahogany dressed office and seated upon two comfortably upholstered chairs, her eyes flicked over the report as she moved backwards and forwards between pages.
" Ah, so looks like you had a bit of a time in Drynna, and here I was led to believe it was a rather quiet corner of Taldorei."
She moved over to her filing cabinet and pulled out another folder, " Ah, yes the Galador report. We seized several shipments and raided their warehouses after we received your missive but it seems they were wise enough to keep that side of their business away from Whitestone.....probably smart considering how negatively the Chamber would take the presence of undead here....as I'm sure you can appreciate."
" The Cobalt Soul.....hmmm, there is a representative here in town floating between the public and the castle libraries. I can have this information forwarded to them."
" The Cerberus Assembly? Your quite certain? This is going to put the cat amongst the pigeons........you know She was one of them?"
"I'll have this information about corruption, the far realm gate and the dragon brought to The Grand Mistress immediately....you indicate you found items of interest? Did you wish to deliver them yourself or hand them over to be distributed through official channels?"
" This business of the tower and other aspects will likely need to be passed up the chain......you may be called upon further. I read here that you lost several companions during your trials, my condolences."
" Very Well, leave this with me and take some days off to recover. I'll send for you if your needed."
" Any questions? Back pay can be collected at the desk."
Dev is very high up compared to his usual elevation and has to grip the bough fairly tightly every now and then as he looks around at the numerous birds, insects and small mammals that make their home in the tree and then spies a tall purple skinned tiefling standing at an easel on the northwestern side of the square looking up at the tree and then down at their canvas...
Dev is enjoying a moment of tranquil repose on the tree, although his mind continues on overload, as if quickly flipping through the pages of a book over and again as he digests and contextualizes -- or tries to -- the many new sights and smells of Whitestone. He keeps an eye on Lokilia, whose presence brings a satisfied curl to his lip. He closes his eyes for a moment, maybe even dozing off.
But this sense of peace is destined to be cut short, for soon enough, curious once again, the teenager languidly shifts his position so he is lying face-down on the big tree limb. He glances around at the people in the plaza under the tree or near it and now spots the purple-complexioned, horned artist. Dev cranes his neck, trying to get a better view, and hangs there for a full minute, until the painter's eyes suddenly seem to flick up to meet Dev's. The teenager's heart skips a beat, caught in the act of spying, and he pulls back fast. But this costs his secure grip on the tree. Suddenly, he slips off the bough, and though he keeps himself from falling hard, he suffers an awkward slide down the tree trunk. He scrabbles to keep from flipping end-over-end, legs and arms spread comically wide, with an "Oh no, no, no, no....," until he finally lands on his back, staring straight up. His hood has fallen off, and his horns are plainly visible as is his disheveled hair.
Alas for the shy boy, his slip has landed him directly under the painter's easel, and, too embarrassed to move, he simply wags his fingers next to his cheek from his position on the ground.
Lokilia is quite pleased as she climbs higher and higher. "Look at that!" she exclaims, looking out at the clock tower and then the castle. "Everything looks better from here. So much nicer with the wood at your feet and the leaves all about." She sees Dev almost dozing and just sits back and enjoys the view. As the group of Ashari walk towards the tree, she focuses her attention on them. As she seems to recognize one of them from Zephrah, she says, "Oh! I think I know him! But who..."
She just glances over in time to see Dev slip from the bough. Down he goes, and a bit panicked, she hurries down as fast as she dares after him. "Dev! Oh! Are you alright?" she calls as she reaches the ground a few feet away from the tiefling boy.
" Well, Hello there."
" Nice of you to..drop..in.", the man knelt down and reached out a hand to help Dev up before turning and acknowledging Lokilia. Behind him the three Ashari, glanced over in concern as Dev fell but soon returned to their own conversation.
( Lokilia can make a History Check to recall who the other Air Ashari may be.)
Normont has to stop abruptly as he almost runs into the Commissioner.
"Thank you, Ma'am", he replies to her welcoming him back, but she had already about faced and was heading back out towards her office with his report in hand by then.
"Come on, Quinn. That's the boss here in case you couldn't tell", he whispers to Quinn as he scurries after her. Normally he would have had to jog a little, but with his new boots he kept up just fine for the first time.
Once in her office, he tries to remain at attention, which was quite difficult in the oversized-to-him comfy chair. He lets her read and speak, not interrupting unless he has something meaningful to interject.
He nods solemnly at her point about undead, and inclines his head as she offers to contact the Cobalt Soul representative.
"The information we were given by the Adjudicant Expositor was that it was a Cerberus Assembly expedition, and those that turned up certainly sounded Dwendalion", he answers when asked about the Cerberus Assembly. He nods again at mention of Her once being a member. He understood exactly who she was talking about. Lady Briarwood, the necromancer who caused so much pain in Whitestone. It was very slightly before his time here though, having come as a refugee from Emon just after the de Rolo family had taken back the city. The devastation was still apparent though, if you knew where to look.
"Yes, Ma'am, I have collected samples from the Far Gate Portal, as well as some personal items from the body of the mutated individual. I do wish to present these to the Grand Mistress myself, along with my companions who were crucial in neutralising the source of the threat, if you think it appropriate", he says formally, hoping that she agrees having suggested it. To gain an audience with the Grand Mistress would be quite an achievement for a low ranking member of the Pale Guard, and certainly positive for his career.
"It was an unfortunate necessity, the outcome at the tower", is all he says on the matter. He just hopes that Lord de Rolo thinks they made the right choice to keep it from the Cerberus Assembly at all costs.
When she goes on to give her condolences, he merely give. weak smile and a nod of his head.
"I have no questions, I will await word from you. Thank you for your time, Commissioner", he says formally as he shuffles off the chair and gives her a salute.
If Quinn is ready to leave, he will head off to the desk to collect his back pay.
As Lokilia continues to walk along with Dev, she sees all the people and all the shops and is just hardly able to fathom the size of this place. Once they pass through the gate, she tries to focus on the tree. 'Such an immense and beautiful thing! How is it here in the midst of this place!' she thinks.
She glances over at Dev from time to time. She had been quite relieved when he suggested going to see the tree. She suspects he did it for her benefit. She hopes she's not putting a damper and his enjoyment of this place. He probably things it's wonderful.
As she enters the square, she reads the sign. 'Hmm, the Dawnfather. Honored with such an amazing tree?' she wonders. She honestly knew little of other religions, having mainly revered the Ashari spirits of the natural world. As they've arrived so close to the tree, she again looks over at Dev. "Do you suppose they'll let us touch the tree? Or maybe even try to climb it?" For the first time since entering Whitestone, she sounds perhaps the tiniest bit excited.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Normont is suddenly surrounded by two rather large bodies, with Trish joining Quinn next to him. He looks up and smiles.
"Hammer and tongs, Trish. I thought the lights had gone out for a second then", he says jovially.
He waits for Quinn to introduce himself before speaking further.
"It has been a while. And quite a trek to get back too. Nuts and bolts, have I got a story or two to tell. But I actually need to tell someone a little more senior right now. No offence meant of course. I was thinking the Commissioner might be around somewhere? What I have to say will be of interest to the whole Chamber, I am certain".
Quinn will shake her hand, and say, "My name is Quinn and I have had the pleasure of meeting Normont on the road and have found friendship with him."
Dev looks left, gawking, then right, eyes everywhere, trying to take it all in, then to the left, gawking once again. "Wooowwww," he whispers in excitement. Drynna is so... flat compared to Whitestone. So many tall buildings... so many shops. And look, THREE taverns around one square. Where do all the people come from to fill so many tables? Duh! From all the houses. Slayers Cake? Cake...??? The teenager stops in front of the spot for a long look, almost losing Lokilia, but dashes to keep up with her.
The teenager loses track of his path and soon, is hopelessly lost, but follows Lokilia and continues on to the tree.
In answer to Lokilia's question, Dev says, in a dream, "It's a tree. I mean, why not climb it?" But he shakes himself out of it, remembering how many things in Drynna were someone else's property, and how many times he'd been yelled at for standing in the wrong place or crossing through the wrong alley, or simply looking in the wrong shop window.
"Or..., maybe you should ask first..." But now noticing the excitement in her voice, too late, he doubles back again. "Wait, let me ask. Maybe that person over there..." (is there someone official nearby whom he could ask?)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
The old man looked up as Dev approached, he had been tending a hedgerow that bordered part of the green space beneath the Sun Tree and looked....sort of like he might officially be something,,,,,,
" Can I help you, Youngster?", the elderly human brushed down his dirt knees and put away his secateurs and trowel.
" Touch the Sun Tree? Of course, that is why it is there....to be enjoyed by all the people of Whitestone. Climb it? Well......I'm unsure.....I've seen children climbing a little way up before......I don't think I've seen any adults climb the Sun Tree. Oh....except for The Voice of the Tempest when she visits..."
" Offense?", she chuckled. " Well, if you need to write up the reports everything you need should be in the office."
" Tumbler ( Iris Tumbleton, the Commisioner) is up at the House of the Lawbearer meeting with Yennen, they're not getting around too well these days. Not sure where Jarrett is.....though you know well enough I'd rather him in charge than Old Tumbler.....but he's like me, rather be walking the stones than pushing paper round a desk."
" Tumbler shouldn't be too much longer......she'll wanna review your report before any of it goes any further."
" Look after yourself Quinn. Ashari? Right? There's a few of your folks about town at the moment......not really sure why."
Normont sighs, "You are right of course, Tumbler will want it all written down first".
He looks across to Quinn, "Sorry Quinn, this will take longer than I thought. You can help me document all that has happened if you like, or perhaps Trish can show you where you can freshen up and maybe get a bite to eat, if you want?".
Whatever Quinn decides, he will head to the office, eager to get on with things.
Quinn will work with Normont.
When Dev suggests asking first before approaching or climbing the tree, Lokilia's shoulder's slump a little bit in disappointment. 'I bet they say no,' she thinks. 'It's a city. Some grand lord probably owns the tree.' She turns to watch her companion go to ask. She's a bit far away, but she tries to hear. 'Did he say yes?' A smile comes to her face. And then, 'Did he just say the Voice of the Tempest? I know her! Or rather, I know who it is. She's from Zephra like me! Surely it's fine if we try it!' In the back of her mind is some memory that Keyleth had friends here in Whitestone. And it was the actions of the Voice of the Tempest to connect Zephra with the rest of the world that pushed her to wander off to Dtynna in the first place.
She takes a quick breath, resolving to try to tolerate this awful city. But more importantly... "He said yes, Dev! If my Voice of the Tempest has climbed this tree than we can too! Let's go!" Reveling in the moment, she races to the tree. She doesn't even look back for Dev, just expecting he will be right behind her. As she reaches the trunk, she places her hands upon it, reveling in the presence of this majestic pillar of wood rising into the sky.
She knows that she's not exceptionally athletic. Not a great climber. So, she takes a look about for any branches that might be easily reached or very obvious footholds and handholds she might use.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Okay!"
Dev was happy to be able to relay an assent to Lokilia's question, and now, her excitement is contagious and he races her to the tree, leaping up to the first bough. A little higher than his favorite hiding tree near Mooren Lake, and it is a struggle for his youthful hands, used to playing his pan-pipes but not so proficient at pulling himself out of sight. Up he rises, onto the bough, slowly and groaning and laughing, but he is still smiling when he pulls one leg over and shifts into a comfortable position, watching Lokilia and enjoying the thrill and the ashari's presence.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
The two of them are easily able to ascend some 30-35' up the extremely wide and gently sloped trunk and then make the more difficult climb up to the first of the branches without incident......as they climb they can see a huge ornate clocktower and then a massive castle to the north of the square.
Lokilia notes a small number of Ashari below walking towards the tree from one of the cafes, they don't seem to have noticed her and are deep in conversation, she's fairly sure she's seen one of them before in Zephrah though the other two look to be from Pyrah.
Dev is very high up compared to his usual elevation and has to grip the bough fairly tightly every now and then as he looks around at the numerous birds, insects and small mammals that make their home in the tree and then spies a tall purple skinned tiefling standing at an easel on the northwestern side of the square looking up at the tree and then down at their canvas...
Normont works diligently with Quinn providing reminders, clarifications and other viewpoints to present the report......writing it down Normont is rather amazed at all that has been achieved as well as all that has been lost in the relatively short time he was stationed in Drynna.
In all it takes him almost an hour to get everything, at least he's fairly sure its everything....or at least as much of everything as is his to tell, down in point form and he is just finishing up when he hears Trishs voice calling out in the distance and his own name mentioned....it would seem the Commisioner has returned...
( History Check with Advantage from Help from Normont. Perception or Investigation Check from Quinn.)
Normont quickly tidies away the writing implements and takes one last look over what he has written, happy that with Quinn’s help he has captured everything that should be documented.
He didn’t focus too much on the Galador’s as he had already written a report about that and sent it in. He did reference the events though, and his meeting with Magnus during that incident. Even so, it was remarkable what had happened since.
The journey to the Sweetling Meadery where they encountered Cerberus Assembly assassins. The subsequent meeting with the Adjudicant Expositor of the Cobalt Soul.
The journey to Trust Fields and then north towards Whitestone before leaving the road to head across country.
The far gate portal and the corruption of animals and tribes folk in its vicinity by the black ooze. He notes that he sent a letter about it with a scout from the tribe, and questions if it arrived and if help was sent.
The ruined town shrouded in fog and the shade that haunted it which took the life of their friend Magnus.
And the tower itself, and all that happened within. It seemed unbelievable as he wrote about it, and yet it was true.
He even details their travel to Whitestone after they escaped and the meeting with the young dragon and how they fled from the One Eyed bear, or whatever it was.
He gives Quinn a nod, gathers up the sheets of parchment and heads to see the Commissioner.
History (with guidance): 14+3+2=19
(OOC: Wowsers a lot has happened! If I forgot anything I expect Normont remembered and added it)
Dev is enjoying a moment of tranquil repose on the tree, although his mind continues on overload, as if quickly flipping through the pages of a book over and again as he digests and contextualizes -- or tries to -- the many new sights and smells of Whitestone. He keeps an eye on Lokilia, whose presence brings a satisfied curl to his lip. He closes his eyes for a moment, maybe even dozing off.
But this sense of peace is destined to be cut short, for soon enough, curious once again, the teenager languidly shifts his position so he is lying face-down on the big tree limb. He glances around at the people in the plaza under the tree or near it and now spots the purple-complexioned, horned artist. Dev cranes his neck, trying to get a better view, and hangs there for a full minute, until the painter's eyes suddenly seem to flick up to meet Dev's. The teenager's heart skips a beat, caught in the act of spying, and he pulls back fast. But this costs his secure grip on the tree. Suddenly, he slips off the bough, and though he keeps himself from falling hard, he suffers an awkward slide down the tree trunk. He scrabbles to keep from flipping end-over-end, legs and arms spread comically wide, with an "Oh no, no, no, no....," until he finally lands on his back, staring straight up. His hood has fallen off, and his horns are plainly visible as is his disheveled hair.
Alas for the shy boy, his slip has landed him directly under the painter's easel, and, too embarrassed to move, he simply wags his fingers next to his cheek from his position on the ground.
"Uhhhhmmm... hello," he offers with forced cheer.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Quinn is so lost in the conversation that he doesn’t notice much
perception: 6
Lokilia is quite pleased as she climbs higher and higher. "Look at that!" she exclaims, looking out at the clock tower and then the castle. "Everything looks better from here. So much nicer with the wood at your feet and the leaves all about." She sees Dev almost dozing and just sits back and enjoys the view. As the group of Ashari walk towards the tree, she focuses her attention on them. As she seems to recognize one of them from Zephrah, she says, "Oh! I think I know him! But who..."
She just glances over in time to see Dev slip from the bough. Down he goes, and a bit panicked, she hurries down as fast as she dares after him. "Dev! Oh! Are you alright?" she calls as she reaches the ground a few feet away from the tiefling boy.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Normont doesn't even get to the door when Her Excellency Iris Tumbleton enters, she looks down at Normont and snatches the paperwork from his hand giving it a quick look over, " Welcome back, Fizzlepeak."
" My office, lets go through this."
Her eyes flick up toward Quinn, " Your...associate...may accompany us."
She span on her heel and headed back out of the room, " Chop, chop. None of us has time to waste."
A few moments later they were seated in the Commisioners rather plush walnut and mahogany dressed office and seated upon two comfortably upholstered chairs, her eyes flicked over the report as she moved backwards and forwards between pages.
" Ah, so looks like you had a bit of a time in Drynna, and here I was led to believe it was a rather quiet corner of Taldorei."
She moved over to her filing cabinet and pulled out another folder, " Ah, yes the Galador report. We seized several shipments and raided their warehouses after we received your missive but it seems they were wise enough to keep that side of their business away from Whitestone.....probably smart considering how negatively the Chamber would take the presence of undead here....as I'm sure you can appreciate."
" The Cobalt Soul.....hmmm, there is a representative here in town floating between the public and the castle libraries. I can have this information forwarded to them."
" The Cerberus Assembly? Your quite certain? This is going to put the cat amongst the pigeons........you know She was one of them?"
"I'll have this information about corruption, the far realm gate and the dragon brought to The Grand Mistress immediately....you indicate you found items of interest? Did you wish to deliver them yourself or hand them over to be distributed through official channels?"
" This business of the tower and other aspects will likely need to be passed up the chain......you may be called upon further. I read here that you lost several companions during your trials, my condolences."
" Very Well, leave this with me and take some days off to recover. I'll send for you if your needed."
" Any questions? Back pay can be collected at the desk."
" Well, Hello there."
" Nice of you to..drop..in.", the man knelt down and reached out a hand to help Dev up before turning and acknowledging Lokilia. Behind him the three Ashari, glanced over in concern as Dev fell but soon returned to their own conversation.
( Lokilia can make a History Check to recall who the other Air Ashari may be.)
Normont has to stop abruptly as he almost runs into the Commissioner.
"Thank you, Ma'am", he replies to her welcoming him back, but she had already about faced and was heading back out towards her office with his report in hand by then.
"Come on, Quinn. That's the boss here in case you couldn't tell", he whispers to Quinn as he scurries after her. Normally he would have had to jog a little, but with his new boots he kept up just fine for the first time.
Once in her office, he tries to remain at attention, which was quite difficult in the oversized-to-him comfy chair. He lets her read and speak, not interrupting unless he has something meaningful to interject.
He nods solemnly at her point about undead, and inclines his head as she offers to contact the Cobalt Soul representative.
"The information we were given by the Adjudicant Expositor was that it was a Cerberus Assembly expedition, and those that turned up certainly sounded Dwendalion", he answers when asked about the Cerberus Assembly. He nods again at mention of Her once being a member. He understood exactly who she was talking about. Lady Briarwood, the necromancer who caused so much pain in Whitestone. It was very slightly before his time here though, having come as a refugee from Emon just after the de Rolo family had taken back the city. The devastation was still apparent though, if you knew where to look.
"Yes, Ma'am, I have collected samples from the Far Gate Portal, as well as some personal items from the body of the mutated individual. I do wish to present these to the Grand Mistress myself, along with my companions who were crucial in neutralising the source of the threat, if you think it appropriate", he says formally, hoping that she agrees having suggested it. To gain an audience with the Grand Mistress would be quite an achievement for a low ranking member of the Pale Guard, and certainly positive for his career.
"It was an unfortunate necessity, the outcome at the tower", is all he says on the matter. He just hopes that Lord de Rolo thinks they made the right choice to keep it from the Cerberus Assembly at all costs.
When she goes on to give her condolences, he merely give. weak smile and a nod of his head.
"I have no questions, I will await word from you. Thank you for your time, Commissioner", he says formally as he shuffles off the chair and gives her a salute.
If Quinn is ready to leave, he will head off to the desk to collect his back pay.
(Lokilia History: 2)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer