Vark is quiet for a moment as he listens to her last response. At last he shrugs and gives Bründir a tired smile. “It’d be great if it turns out to he that simple. She uhm, she wants us to meet her above the canopy at dusk. Guess we should get settled in in the meantime.” The mage extends an arm in the direction of The Silver Tower and begins to lead the group there.
Jex sighs. "If you say so. Perhaps I'll take a walk around, see what's going on since those curses. Make sure nothing else has been going on recently, hopefully all those nasty accidents have dried up and nobody is getting hurt anymore. The Silver Tower is as good a place as any to begin though."
He shoots a glance at Vark to see if the message sinks home.
Val listens intently to Vark's responses to the elven lady. "We should respect Lady Lelfaer's request. Let us find somewhere to stay for the evening, get something to eat and rest for a bit. Then we shall see what she has to say about this situation." Fully expecting the others to follow, she turns on her heels and begins heading to where she recalled the Silver Tower being the last time they had stayed in it...
Aiden's frowns at the oh-so-obvious money grubbing innkeeper, but he says nothing. He looks over at Valaith and quietly says, "What kind of place is this?"
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"I for one could use a rest if we are to stay until tomorrow." Jex grins, reaching for his coin purse. "How much do you charge those responsible for keeping the safety of your patrons?" He raises his voice a little at the last part to ensure those nearby can hear.
"And add your best wine to it my friend"says Thurston passing his arm around Aiden's shoulders "I've been praising it to my friend here all the way from Sheercleft and we don't want to dissapoint him don't we?"
"I am sure the wine is included my friend!" Jex pats Thurston on the back and winks at Helven. "Would you be so kind as to help my companions to the room? Some are laden with heavy metal coats that I am sure they are eager to remove."
"Saeliel!" Helven calls to a girl waiting the common room with a clap of his hands. "Please see our guests to their rooms and fetch them a pitcher of Marmiru."
"I will open a tab for you, my friends," he adds with a wink, "I know how the big ones drink!"
Jex bows and follows behind Saeliel and the bulk of the group. Stopping to hang his cloak on the rack. He gives a flourish as he hangs it, then seemingly takes care of tucking in the collar as his other hand slips into a neighbouring cloak to pull a hair from the hood
The cloakroom cubby is dimly lit and when Jex inspects his prize in the light, he finds that the hair is clearly a deep, warm brown. Unfortunately, it could never pass as Lady Lelfaer's.
Saeliel is a typical slight Wood Elf girl with mousey brown hair. She shows the Acharnost upstairs to a set of comfortable, furnished rooms that are familiar to those who have visited the Silver Tower before.
"Now my good Aiden, sit, relax and enjoy the fine quality of the elves. I am not going to lie to you. First time I was here I thought I could drink under the table the whole village... but after a couple of wines they showed me that strength could hide also under beauty and finesse. Quite the shock for us right? "he laughs " It's like the armor they gave me. It can withstand the deadiest of blows but looking at it you'll never said that. What do you think my grandfather would said if he saw me wearing it? hahahaha " he changes his voice to a more deep, raspy one " Put that down before my butter knife breaks it boy!!"
Aiden didn't know Thurston's grandfather well, but the impression was solid enough to break Aiden's frown into a smile. "I'd have never guessed that you would be wearing Elven armor. Seems to hold up well enough."
He looks around at the accommodations. "Definitely won't be slumming it while I ride with you and your friends."
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Bründir laughs a bit at Thurston's impersonation, "Yer Grandfather been on th' receivin' end of an arrow?" Ma used t'tell me never steal from an elf. They'd put an arrow in yer back 'fore ye got outta sight. Hearin' that, I'd never want t'get close enough t'test their armour."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
At the heart of Hyarantar, a spiral staircase encircles the tallest tree in the village; a vast Eldrani pine with a trunk thirty feet across. The ascent takes Vark and his companions high above the bridges, platforms and treehouses where the locals live and work, rising seemingly unendingly up between the trees. Eventually, the stairs culminate in a small, railed lookout where the treetop stretches past the forest canopy and towards the rising moon as it gradually occludes the sun.
Here, Lady Lelfaer awaits the Acharnost, one hand resting lightly on the balcony's edge as she watches them emerge from the top of the staircase. The flowing tresses of her famous hair glimmer like a halo of liquid gold in the fading dusk as twilight falls.
"Well met, Acharnost," she intones once everybody has cleared the stairs. As in the past, her voice echoes with an otherworldy timbre. "Young Vark tells me that you have been contacted by Lùthedir. Tell me, what do you know of my brother?"
Bründir steps forward, attempting his hand at reasoning through the situation, "Well, yes, we were. See, we're lookin' into yer- our issue with th' dragonborn coven north o'here. This guy, Lúthedir - well, apparently not just any guy - comes along an' says he's got a way t'help, but there's a price..." The dwarf trails off, the awkward request choking further explanation. He shoots a quick gaze to those around to see if anyone else will pick up the baton of making a personal request.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"He wants a few strands of your hair," Aiden says, not at all daunted by the beautiful elf nor the fact that he was the one member of the party that had no previous contact with her. "For what reason, we can only guess."
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Vark is quiet for a moment as he listens to her last response. At last he shrugs and gives Bründir a tired smile. “It’d be great if it turns out to he that simple. She uhm, she wants us to meet her above the canopy at dusk. Guess we should get settled in in the meantime.” The mage extends an arm in the direction of The Silver Tower and begins to lead the group there.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Jex sighs. "If you say so. Perhaps I'll take a walk around, see what's going on since those curses. Make sure nothing else has been going on recently, hopefully all those nasty accidents have dried up and nobody is getting hurt anymore. The Silver Tower is as good a place as any to begin though."
He shoots a glance at Vark to see if the message sinks home.
Val listens intently to Vark's responses to the elven lady. "We should respect Lady Lelfaer's request. Let us find somewhere to stay for the evening, get something to eat and rest for a bit. Then we shall see what she has to say about this situation." Fully expecting the others to follow, she turns on her heels and begins heading to where she recalled the Silver Tower being the last time they had stayed in it...
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
"The Acharnost return!" Helven remarks with open arms as Vark, Valaith and their friends step inside the doors of the Silver Tower.
"Our finest rooms for the heroes of Hyarantar?" He queries smoothly, eyeing bulging coin pouches with a glint in his eye.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Aiden's frowns at the oh-so-obvious money grubbing innkeeper, but he says nothing. He looks over at Valaith and quietly says, "What kind of place is this?"
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
"I for one could use a rest if we are to stay until tomorrow." Jex grins, reaching for his coin purse. "How much do you charge those responsible for keeping the safety of your patrons?" He raises his voice a little at the last part to ensure those nearby can hear.
"For you, my friends? Why, but thirty ithil!" Helven declares happily, glancing about to meet the eyes of each of his guests.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"And add your best wine to it my friend" says Thurston passing his arm around Aiden's shoulders "I've been praising it to my friend here all the way from Sheercleft and we don't want to dissapoint him don't we?"
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"I am sure the wine is included my friend!" Jex pats Thurston on the back and winks at Helven. "Would you be so kind as to help my companions to the room? Some are laden with heavy metal coats that I am sure they are eager to remove."
"Saeliel!" Helven calls to a girl waiting the common room with a clap of his hands. "Please see our guests to their rooms and fetch them a pitcher of Marmiru."
"I will open a tab for you, my friends," he adds with a wink, "I know how the big ones drink!"
Helven guffaws an affectionate laugh.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Jex bows and follows behind Saeliel and the bulk of the group. Stopping to hang his cloak on the rack. He gives a flourish as he hangs it, then seemingly takes care of tucking in the collar as his other hand slips into a neighbouring cloak to pull a hair from the hood
"Now you're talking my friend!!" exclaims Thurston patting Helven on the shoulder. "Lead the way fair Saeliel!!"
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The cloakroom cubby is dimly lit and when Jex inspects his prize in the light, he finds that the hair is clearly a deep, warm brown. Unfortunately, it could never pass as Lady Lelfaer's.
Saeliel is a typical slight Wood Elf girl with mousey brown hair. She shows the Acharnost upstairs to a set of comfortable, furnished rooms that are familiar to those who have visited the Silver Tower before.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"Now my good Aiden, sit, relax and enjoy the fine quality of the elves. I am not going to lie to you. First time I was here I thought I could drink under the table the whole village... but after a couple of wines they showed me that strength could hide also under beauty and finesse. Quite the shock for us right? " he laughs " It's like the armor they gave me. It can withstand the deadiest of blows but looking at it you'll never said that. What do you think my grandfather would said if he saw me wearing it? hahahaha " he changes his voice to a more deep, raspy one " Put that down before my butter knife breaks it boy!!"
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Aiden didn't know Thurston's grandfather well, but the impression was solid enough to break Aiden's frown into a smile. "I'd have never guessed that you would be wearing Elven armor. Seems to hold up well enough."
He looks around at the accommodations. "Definitely won't be slumming it while I ride with you and your friends."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
Bründir laughs a bit at Thurston's impersonation, "Yer Grandfather been on th' receivin' end of an arrow?" Ma used t'tell me never steal from an elf. They'd put an arrow in yer back 'fore ye got outta sight. Hearin' that, I'd never want t'get close enough t'test their armour."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
At the heart of Hyarantar, a spiral staircase encircles the tallest tree in the village; a vast Eldrani pine with a trunk thirty feet across. The ascent takes Vark and his companions high above the bridges, platforms and treehouses where the locals live and work, rising seemingly unendingly up between the trees. Eventually, the stairs culminate in a small, railed lookout where the treetop stretches past the forest canopy and towards the rising moon as it gradually occludes the sun.
Here, Lady Lelfaer awaits the Acharnost, one hand resting lightly on the balcony's edge as she watches them emerge from the top of the staircase. The flowing tresses of her famous hair glimmer like a halo of liquid gold in the fading dusk as twilight falls.
"Well met, Acharnost," she intones once everybody has cleared the stairs. As in the past, her voice echoes with an otherworldy timbre. "Young Vark tells me that you have been contacted by Lùthedir. Tell me, what do you know of my brother?"
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Bründir steps forward, attempting his hand at reasoning through the situation, "Well, yes, we were. See, we're lookin' into yer- our issue with th' dragonborn coven north o'here. This guy, Lúthedir - well, apparently not just any guy - comes along an' says he's got a way t'help, but there's a price..." The dwarf trails off, the awkward request choking further explanation. He shoots a quick gaze to those around to see if anyone else will pick up the baton of making a personal request.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"He wants a few strands of your hair," Aiden says, not at all daunted by the beautiful elf nor the fact that he was the one member of the party that had no previous contact with her. "For what reason, we can only guess."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Aiden Olrikson | Human | Tempest Domain Cleric of Thor
"Does he now?" Lelfaer remarks, a wry smile of amusement gracing the Elf's lips. Her eyes dance across to Aiden, taking the measure of the man.
"A new face walks our glade. What might I call you?"
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva