"Yeah, we should get moving, it isn't night quite yet but it is getting dark... winter's coming."
Zarbyn starts heading to the Red Lantern Tavern, so long as everyone else is ready.
Twiggy casts Invisibility and follows close behind about 15 feet up, trying to go unnoticed.
Twiggy's Stealth: 19
(edit):
I originally wrote Sun and Seven Stars instead of the Red Lantern Tavern but have since made the correction, sorry for any confusion this caused anyone.
"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
(ooc: sorry, I meant the one that Amdaeng wanted to check out with the elven sisters who are triplets... it is the Red Lantern not the Sun and Seven Stars.)
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Lira takes a slow, steadying breath as Vydar’s hand closes around her arm, grounding her in the heat of another living body. The shaking eases, little by little, and she nods once, firmly. “I’m…alright. Shaken, but I can walk,” she says, managing a faint, grateful smile in his direction. “Thank you. That helped more than you know.”
At Zarbyn’s suggestion she reaches for the red sash, tying it on with practiced fingers. “The Red Lantern sounds as good as any,” she agrees quietly. She falls in close with the others as they start down the street, eyes alert but no longer unfocused, drawing strength from their presence. Despite the chill still lingering in her bones and the amulet’s weight at her throat, there’s a fragile thread of hope winding through her thoughts. With the Serpent Queen’s wizard, with time, maybe this curse doesn’t have to be forever.
Perception: 19
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| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep| Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron| Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts |Kessintra - Drow Assassin Rogue - Curse of Strahd |
Zarbyn copies Lira's actions while tying on his red sash just to make sure it looks right.
"While this might work for some I just realized it might attract unwanted attention from their rivals."
Looking up the street and then back behind them to see if anyone else is out on a rainy night like this.
"It's only for a quick minute until we lay eyes on the Red Lantern, I don't think it's a good idea to enter wearing these if for no other reason than to avoid unpleasant misunderstandings."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Hearing what limited interaction between Dietrich and the others while waiting outside, Jherak wished he could have been part of the conversation, or at least met the man. He’d secretly always held a respect for magic and the like, and wanted to learn more than the basic spells he had picked up over the years. He hoped they could return so that he could at least have a look around the alchemist’s shop.
Having heard the options on where to stay for the night, he would vote on the Red Lantern Tavern. Any place owned by Elves was as good a place as any, in his mind. He had yet to meet an elf that wasn’t trustworthy.
The group dawns the crimson sashes of Crimson Legion and heads toward the Red Lantern Tavern. The walk is slightly uphill, as the Execution Hill District is the highest area of the Port.
This district is built upon some quite steep hills, and some of the ancient buildings clinging to the hillsides collapse without warning from time to time. The southern side down to the river is especially steep and is composed of more stairs than lanes. The district is centered on Hangmans Hill, used for many centuries for the disposal of those the current ruler found unsuitable. At the very crown of the hill, windswept and desolate, is Executioners Square, a grim and grisly reminder of the ever present threat of death in the city.
Several of you notice various people and suspicious types, most covered in cloaks and remaining in shadow, perhaps watching you and others. Some approach but on seeing the sash, you are left alone as you move toward the tavern a Gallows Street. (The weather, dark, cold, wet....almost cold enough to snow). You see no other Crimson Legion in this area.
Amdaeng keeps shooting glances at Lira worried about both her and her vision.
" SO.........Red Lantern then?"
"Yeah, we should get moving, it isn't night quite yet but it is getting dark... winter's coming."
Zarbyn starts heading to the Red Lantern Tavern, so long as everyone else is ready.
Twiggy casts Invisibility and follows close behind about 15 feet up, trying to go unnoticed.
Twiggy's Stealth: 19
(edit):
I originally wrote Sun and Seven Stars instead of the Red Lantern Tavern but have since made the correction, sorry for any confusion this caused anyone.
(OOC: Sun and Seven Stars or Red Lantern?)
(ooc: sorry, I meant the one that Amdaeng wanted to check out with the elven sisters who are triplets... it is the Red Lantern not the Sun and Seven Stars.)
Lira takes a slow, steadying breath as Vydar’s hand closes around her arm, grounding her in the heat of another living body. The shaking eases, little by little, and she nods once, firmly. “I’m…alright. Shaken, but I can walk,” she says, managing a faint, grateful smile in his direction. “Thank you. That helped more than you know.”
At Zarbyn’s suggestion she reaches for the red sash, tying it on with practiced fingers. “The Red Lantern sounds as good as any,” she agrees quietly. She falls in close with the others as they start down the street, eyes alert but no longer unfocused, drawing strength from their presence. Despite the chill still lingering in her bones and the amulet’s weight at her throat, there’s a fragile thread of hope winding through her thoughts. With the Serpent Queen’s wizard, with time, maybe this curse doesn’t have to be forever.
Perception: 19
| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Kessintra - Drow Assassin Rogue - Curse of Strahd |
Zarbyn copies Lira's actions while tying on his red sash just to make sure it looks right.
"While this might work for some I just realized it might attract unwanted attention from their rivals."
Looking up the street and then back behind them to see if anyone else is out on a rainy night like this.
"It's only for a quick minute until we lay eyes on the Red Lantern, I don't think it's a good idea to enter wearing these if for no other reason than to avoid unpleasant misunderstandings."
Hearing what limited interaction between Dietrich and the others while waiting outside, Jherak wished he could have been part of the conversation, or at least met the man. He’d secretly always held a respect for magic and the like, and wanted to learn more than the basic spells he had picked up over the years. He hoped they could return so that he could at least have a look around the alchemist’s shop.
Having heard the options on where to stay for the night, he would vote on the Red Lantern Tavern. Any place owned by Elves was as good a place as any, in his mind. He had yet to meet an elf that wasn’t trustworthy.
The group dawns the crimson sashes of Crimson Legion and heads toward the Red Lantern Tavern. The walk is slightly uphill, as the Execution Hill District is the highest area of the Port.
This district is built upon some quite steep hills, and some of the ancient buildings clinging to the hillsides collapse without warning from time to time. The southern side down to the river is especially steep and is composed of more stairs than lanes. The district is centered on Hangmans Hill, used for many centuries for the disposal of those the current ruler found unsuitable. At the very crown of the hill, windswept and desolate, is Executioners Square, a grim and grisly reminder of the ever present threat of death in the city.
Several of you notice various people and suspicious types, most covered in cloaks and remaining in shadow, perhaps watching you and others. Some approach but on seeing the sash, you are left alone as you move toward the tavern a Gallows Street. (The weather, dark, cold, wet....almost cold enough to snow). You see no other Crimson Legion in this area.